#tahitian pearl necklace

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La Gioia di Pomellato combines a strand of Tahitian pearls with a chunky pendant entirely set with black, brown and white diamonds that echo the iridescence of these top quality pearls.

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Japanese Cultured Pearl and Tahitian Grey Pearl Necklace

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Mikimoto 18K White Gold Akoya Diamond 0.84Ct Pearl Necklace

Mikimoto Akoya Pearl Akoya Pearl 9.0x7mm A1 w/MOA00001XDXWS075 (4) D-0.84 18K in White Gold.

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How Can Men Wear Pearls?

Men have worn pearls for centuries, but we often see them as a symbol of purity and innocence. While they have some links to masculinity, there is more to them than meets the eye.

The History of Pearls for Men

When it comes to pearls for men, the current and future trends are quite favorable. Like most developments involving the items we wear, the move towards men wearing pearl jewelry follows the familiar evolution of style and fashion. Just as the term “fashion” covers everyone, it also includes pearls.

Is It Appropriate For A Man To Wear Pearls?

In a word (hell) Yes. Beautiful jewelry, created for its appeal, is beautiful for everyone who enjoys it. Men who enjoy wearing pearls are as distinctive as men who wear attractive ties or cufflinks.

Historically, pearl necklaces were worn exclusively by women; however, starting in the early 1900s, pearls became increasingly popular with men, particularly pearl necklaces.

There are a few theories as to why this happened. Some say that pearl necklaces became more popular because they were seen as more delicate and feminine than other pieces of jewelry.

Others believe pearls started to become fashionable among men because they were seen as symbols of wealth and power. Whatever the case may be, it is clear that pearls for men have come a long way from their historical roots as the string of pearls universally seen as a accessory worn by women only. Now, even male celebrities wearing pearls can be seen everywhere.

What Pearls Symbolize Today

Like many other things over time, the significance of pearls has changed. In ancient times, pearls were seen as a sign of wealth and power. Today, we often give pearl necklaces as wedding gifts or celebrations, and they symbolize purity, love, happiness — and most importantly — a sense of style.

How Can Men Wear Pearls In Jewelry

Why are young guys wearing pearl necklaces? Natural pearls are one of the most popular pieces of jewelry for women, but as we all are witnessing, men can wear pearls, too. If you want to wear pearls, there are a few things you need to know about how to wear them.

First, always make sure that the pearl is in the correct position on your necklace or ring. If it’s misplaced, it can cause a lot of discomfort, and even damage your jewelry. This means a choker shouldn’t actually choke, and a pearl ring sandwiched between two metal rings is bound to take a beating.

Second, always use a quality pearl brush to clean your pearls before you put them on. This will help keep them looking their best and prevent any build-up of dirt or bacteria that could damage them over the long term.

Finally, be sure to store your pearls safely when they’re not in use. We should store them in a cool, dry environment until their next outing.

Whether you’re looking for an investment piece or just want to wear something beautiful, natural pearls make a brilliant choice. So the answer to the question: can men wear pearls? Resoundingly, yes. By all means, put them on and step out with a fresh look and you’ll be as bold as you are beautiful.

Men In Pearls: Do You Know Your Jewelry

Is it trendy to wear pearls? Knowing the value of pearl jewelry is an important part of getting the best value. Learn the differences between pearl grades that go into the products you buy. We know the importance of the fabrics and styles of jeans and jackets. Pearls are no different. In fact, there are several characteristics that go into the grading of pearl jewelry that catches your eye. Learn to recognize the differences before making your investment. To help, here is a quick cheat sheet on what makes pearls precious. Read it before buying.

Guys wearing pearl earrings were a good indication of what was to come in terms of the growing popularity of male pearl jewelry. Now, and increasingly into the future, it’s time for everything from a pearl ring to a pearl choker to an engaging cultured pearl necklace. And gentlemen, wear them in high style and with extreme confidence.

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Black Tahitian Pearl Strand With Black Tahitian Pearl Enhancer. Beautiful!!!

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬

Aaron sets the record straight when an overheard conversation convinces you that you’re not good enough for him. 5k

c: fem, hurt/comfort, fluff, suggestive theme (non-graphic implied sex scene). hotch is a good husband. requested here  

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“Honey, this is Clint McMoore. We went to college together.”

You step into Aaron’s side. Clint McMoore is a handsome older man with silvering hair and a beard that looks out of control. His bowtie is loose around his neck, and his cheeks are blotchy with drink, but Clint smiles at you and offers his hand. “How do you do?” he asks. 

“Quite well, thank you.” You’ve been practising fancy dinner talk with Aaron’s friend Emily for weeks. She has all the political background you’d needed to see yourself into the culture. “It’s nice to meet one of Aaron’s school friends.” 

“While you still can,” Clint says with a chuckle. Something about being in your forties is obscene to these men, as though death waits for fifty candles to snuff them out. 

“Clint and I were in the Student Theatre club together, our first year.”

You grin, smile laced with teasing. Each time you’re reminded of Aaron’s young interest in drama, you have to focus very hard on not laughing; the Aaron who has his hand to your shoulder isn’t one you could envision on stage. “Did you perform together?” you ask. 

“Saturday Night Fever,” Clint says. 

They laugh and reminisce. You find these sorts of events hard to keep up with, but you come when Aaron asks because he so rarely asks you for anything. He hasn’t mentioned knowing that you don’t like coming, But perhaps he hasn’t noticed —it’s not like you to frown, not when you’re with Aaron. The way he treats you, he probably thinks you’re the happiest girl in the world. 

There’s a contentedness to be found when he touches you. He spreads a hand against your lower back and you let yourself sink into his side, curled into his embrace and amazed at the giggly laugh he lets out as Clint brings up the ‘King of the River’ tattoo Aaron has hidden beneath his shirt. You’re tempted to kiss his cheek.

Clint asks, “Isn’t that right?” and forces you back into the conversation. 

You’re wearing a dress you panicked over for days. It’s black, cut playfully just above your knees with small petal sleeves. Your necklace is of a delicate chain and a not so delicate pearl —a black Tahitian South Sea pearl that glows pink and green in the light. For you, Aaron wrote, his pretty scrawl inky across a square of scalloped card from atop the box. I’m in love with you. Forgive me for not having the courage to tell you in person. 

Your Aaron is quiet. Some days he comes home from work and doesn’t manage more than a sentence. Some days he can barely speak at all. But there are nights when he holds you to hold you and talks in murmurs against your ear, and he’s good at making calls when he’s away. Talking or not, smiling or otherwise, Aaron finds a way to let you know he loves you, and that’s all you care about. 

“Excuse us,” Aaron says, giving Clint a rare, warm smile, “I’m being flagged by my boss.” 

Sure enough, Erin Strauss is beckoning Aaron with a strange pained look.

“Nice to meet you,” you say quickly to Clint. He repeats your goodbye, and you and Aaron swerve around him. 

“He was nice,” you murmur. 

“Yeah, he’s okay.”

“How come you fell out of touch?” 

“Oh, you know how things go, honey, you forget all the people you meet and make room for new ones.” He kisses your cheek. “And besides, he used to gossip like my mother. Why don’t you go find JJ?” 

“You’ll be alright?” 

“No, maybe not.” He squeezes your elbow quickly. “Go, find some hors d’oeuvres, at least.”

You find neither JJ nor finger foods. The gala you’re attending is being held in a hotel in the richest part of D.C, and the events hall is huge. The ceiling is a fantasy, glass and miles upward, overhead chandeliers dangling lower, dousing the crowds below in a light that’s clean. The rich and powerful gather at the edges of the room, though the performance toward the back of the room is watched by a few tens of couples with flutes of champagne held in gloved hands. 

You hadn’t worn gloves. Hadn’t thought about it until you got here. Honestly, you felt grateful enough that JJ texted you to tell you to buy a shawl; if you weren’t wearing one you’re sure you’d feel bare. 

What you’re lacking in fancy is made up for by your earnestness, or so you’d like to believe. You aren’t rich nor powerful, but Aaron’s a good man and you his good wife. You work hard, which is more than some of the richest in the room can say. You hold your head high without a second thought. 

The hall is confusing. Tables are set but you aren’t sure Aaron said anything about a dinner service. Wait staff carry silver platters and hold bottles of champagne, but each time you approach one they seem to have already headed in another direction. JJ and Derek are both supposed to be here tonight, but you haven’t seen either of them since you arrived. You cast your gaze for Derek’s figure, searching for an easy gait and a strong set of shoulders. You cock your head waiting for a hint of JJ’s practised, polite laughter, but any familiar signs are gone. You can’t even find Aaron anymore, and your shoes are pinching your toes.

Disaster. You should’ve listened to Aaron when he told you to size up, just you doubted his knowledge of ladies shoes considering how rarely he wears them. Stupid man, you think to yourself, lovingly yet ruefully as you sit down at one of the uninhabited tables to the very side of the room. Knows everything. Tonight, you’ll limp back to the car and he won’t bother saying I told you so, he’s too good for it, which is worse. He’ll give you one of his amused smiles. He might offer you a massage. 

Ridiculous man, you further to yourself, biting back a cheesy smile as you peel your shoe from a sore foot. If you shove your hand deep enough into the toe you can stretch them out a little. 

“Darling.” 

You look up. Clint McMoore’s resurfaced just a table away with his back to you. A sweet-faced woman with brown hair sits adjacent to him, her shoulder under Clint’s hand. 

“You’ll never guess who I just bumped into,” he says. 

Me, you think. 

“Aaron Hotchner and his new wife.” 

“You didn’t,” the woman says. 

“I knew you’d be envious of that,” he laughs. “Charlotte, she’s unbelievable.” 

Your stomach does a strange flip. He’ll say something nice, you insist, but you know his tone is a precursor for gossipy nonsense. 

“I’ve never seen such a mismatched pair,” he says. 

Charlotte rolls her eyes at him. “Well, what were you expecting? They were married after six months of knowing one another. I couldn’t so much as tolerate you until our first anniversary.” 

“Hardy-har.” 

“What’s wrong with her, then?” Charlotte asks. 

“Nothing like that, Charlotte. She seemed perfectly pleasant–”

“But?” 

“But, she’s nothing like Aaron’s usual woman.” 

“Hm, I said as much when we saw their wedding photos.“ They both laugh. “It’s not like she had much of a chance. First Haley, and then that Beth, the designer, she’s in Milan now–”

“He seems rather besotted, in any case,” Clint says. “Very lady and the tramp.” 

“Gentleman and the tramp.” 

“Don’t be cruel, Charlotte.” 

You know in a way that Charlotte is kidding, but you boil up with anger the moment you recognise what it is they’re implying. Then they laugh, and your anger quickly finds itself taking a crueller shape. 

You slip your foot back into your shoe slowly. Your throat feels dry and then warm, like a crux of smouldering coal stuck in your windpipe as you stand, jerkily, hand stiff where it holds your weight on a silken tablecloth. 

You blink and stare at the floor. It’s marble. It’s shot through with dark veins like a drop of ichor in water. 

What the fuck? 

You aren’t sure why you’re leaving the hall until you’re walking down the steps of the hotel and turning along the skirts of a hedge. A low brick wall lies in front of it, just short enough to sit on with your heels. Your coccyx stings with the force of how hard you go down. 

Your head races with hurt feelings. 

You’re not unaware of your husband’s past loves. It comes as no surprise to you that people regard Haley and Beth highly —Haley was extremely beautiful and veritably brave, intelligent, kind-hearted. Beth was funny, Aaron said, and not too much else. Being a designer in Milan hasn’t been mentioned before, but it’s impressive. They’re both impressive, and– and his usual woman. 

You rub the starchy stockings stretched over your knees. 

What had they meant by usual woman?

Mismatched? 

It hadn’t felt mismatched when Aaron asked you to marry him. It wasn’t six months after knowing one another as Clint’s wife suggested, but it wasn’t much more than that. He proposed to you after eight months together, and you were married two months later, which is incredibly fast to some people but it just hadn't felt fast when he asked. It was exciting —it still is. 

“Would you marry me, if I asked you to?” he’d said, some seven months after you’d agreed to be his girlfriend. Your head in his lap, his fingers rubbing at the soft skin of your nape. A sleepy Sunday morning like any other, you suppose that was a proposal in itself, but you hadn’t realised that when you murmured, “Yeah, handsome. I would.” 

You thought it was just love. Making innocuous comments about the future is part of falling in love. It’s terrifying to tell someone that you’d like to live life in their lap, but you tell them, and they tell you to go ahead if you’re lucky. 

He asked you to get married a few weeks later. “I had to talk to Jack,” he explained, “or I would’ve asked you then and there.“

You’re a wife suddenly, a step-mother, a partner. Aaron would’ve sold the house and bought you a new one if you wanted him to, but you like his life. You’ve always felt like you fit right in. 

Angry again, you scrub at your knees with itchy palms and practise how you’re going to tell Aaron about his cruel friend. Gossipy was right, what a lark, and you’re not perfectly pleasant, you’re a delight, you hadn’t said one bad word to Clint and you didn’t deserve to be whipped and twisted into a bad joke between sips of Cristal. 

Your eyes burn with the injustice of the thing. 

Rawness overtakes. A thudding in your chest turns painful, neck wrought with tightness as you hang your head. Hiding from the cold air. November brings with it a promise of chapped lips the longer you stay there, biting into your thighs as your hands turn stiff with disuse. 

She was unbelievable. 

“Y/N!” The shout is sharp. You’ve never heard Aaron’s voice at that level or with that level of formidability, carrying from the bottom of the hotel stairs. You twist in shock on the wall and watch in real time as his face fills with relief. “Honey,” he says, calling but not half as scary as he jogs to you, “are you alright?” 

“What?” 

“You scared me,” he insists, bending down to hold your shoulders. “Nobody’s seen you for the last fifteen minutes, sweetheart, we talked about this. You can’t just disappear, you left your purse on the table, I thought something happened to you.” 

You startle at his scolding. “I–”

“You should feel my heart.” 

“I didn’t mean to come out here.” 

“I wish you would’ve let somebody know,” he says. His frown softens slowly, but the concern around his eyes remains. “What?” he asks. 

“Sorry.” 

His eyes finally soften. “No, I’m sorry. It’s alright, I just worry when you’re not with me.” 

“That’s romantic.” 

He holds your cheek, pulling you in, and gives you two gentle kisses. Your lips part instinctively to receive them. “We’ll get our things and go home. It looks as though dinner isn’t happening.” He smiles. “Why were you out here?” 

“Scavenging for food.” 

That gets a laugh out of him, and another nice kiss. “You tried your best.” 

—

Aaron takes you home, and when dinner’s been cleared away, when you’ve showered and he’s undressed, he pulls you toward the bed and kisses you warmly. His eyes track from your face to the tucked corner of your towel, a silent Can I?

You let him take it off. He lays you out, and for a while you’re only his. His wife, his half, his to tease and turn and delight. He says “Beautiful,” against your thigh, says, “Honey, is that okay?” says, “Please, I’ve got it, I have you, just let me have you…” 

After, he tells you he loves you, his voice still ever so slightly high in contrast to usual dulcet tones. 

“I love you, too,” you say. 

His breath comes fast. Your lap is a mess he’d wiped as clean as he could manage, the memory of him bearing down on you yet to fade. He lies on his stomach beside you with his arm over yours, his face turned into you, his nose on your cheek. 

“Are you alright?” he asks softly. “You feel tense.”

“Mm.” 

“No, did I hurt you? You’re rigid.” His hands fret a line down the side of your chest. “You didn’t…” 

You hadn’t said anything, because he really hadn’t hurt you. But the thoughts you’re having now are intrusive —am I okay? you think. Do I measure up? He’s never made any indication that you’ve let him down, not in sex or anything else, but you’re unbelievable. 

You swallow a lump. “Sorry,” you say, the lingering ebbs of pleasure twisting into tears faster than you can stop it. 

“Are you crying?” he asks under his breath. 

You suck in a breath as he pushes onto his hands. 

“These aren’t good tears,” he says. 

He’d know. They’re not. 

Aaron reaches over you to turn on the lamp on the nightstand before settling, his hand cupping your waist. It’s too much suddenly, too bare, he’s too much to look at as you squeeze your eyes closed. “Sorry,” you squeeze out. 

“What did I do?” he asks, holding you carefully. “Please, sweetheart, what’s hurting? I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s not you.” 

“But something does hurt?” 

“No, no, I’m okay.” You cover your face with your hands. When you start to sob, it shakes the entire mattress, Aaron’s hand wobbling where it cups your ribs. 

“Please.” His thumb works a soft spot into your skin. “Honey, please, you can’t cry now without telling me what’s wrong.” He tries a laugh, but it falls flat. “Honey. Honey.” 

It wasn’t the sex. He never does anything wrong, he’s so gentle even when he isn’t, and if he did you’d only have to tell him, but the rush of being touched by him so nicely, fuck, the way he’d been looking at you, the way he took your face into his hand as he moved —you’re not trying to be a crier, but he makes you feel like you’re everything and you’re just not. 

He looks sick. 

“It wasn’t you, it was at the gala,” you manage. 

For a long while after, you can’t get a word out. You shiver and sob as Aaron scoops you into his chest, his nose in your shoulder waiting for you to calm down. He rubs your waist, fingers parted and waving slowly as he shushes you. Not to make you stop, though. He’s reassuring. 

“What happened at the gala?” he asks quietly. 

“It’s so stupid.” 

“No, it’s alright. Can you tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you?” 

You wrap your arms around his head. It really is stupid, you feel smaller than an ant under the shadow of a giant heel. Aaron doesn’t waver when you struggle to answer, feeling around behind you for a pillow and helping you against it. He kisses your forehead. “Let me get you something to wear.” 

You catch his wrist. “It wasn’t you, wasn’t–” You lift your chin. 

He kisses you. “Okay,” he says simply. “Let’s get dressed.” 

He dresses quickly, bringing you underwear and one of your sleep shirts, a loose fit. You shuffle into them and watch him patiently as he cleans the small mess of the evening away. You’re sniffling softly when he returns to you, sitting with his back to your thighs. 

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry if I read things wrong. I never would’ve initiated anything if I knew you were feeling like this.” 

You laugh weakly, worriedly, looking at him through your lashes. “It made me feel better,” you admit.

“If this is better, you must’ve been feeling awful.” 

You relax as he puts his hand on your thigh. 

“In the time I left you to talk to Strauss, something upset you. JJ and Morgan didn’t see you. So someone in the gala said something or did something that made you leave. If you tell me who it was, I can make sure it doesn’t happen again.” 

“You’re trying to bargain with me,” you mumble. 

“I’m just telling you what can be done. I can take care of things.” 

“It’s nothing… nothing so severe. You’ll wonder why I–” You give an unexpected sob. “Made all this fuss.” 

“I don’t think I’ll wonder,” he says. 

You laugh through tears. These ones are slow, your eyes already itchy from crying. 

“Please tell me.” He tries teasing instead of sternness, lowering his face to yours. “Or I’ll cry too.” 

“Aaron.” 

“I will. You think I can’t, but seeing you crying like this, it’s more than enough ammunition.” 

You let out a breath, admitting defeat. “Your friend, Clint? I overheard him with his wife. He didn’t have very nice things to say about me.” 

“What could he possibly have to say?” Aaron asks with a frown. 

You pull the sheets up your legs. “He said I’m… unbelievable, and I don’t think he meant it kindly. Said that I’m not your type, and that I… I had no chance of measuring up, because of who you’ve been with before. They were laughing about our wedding photos.” Your throat feels pressed into by a hot poker. “They said we were the gentleman and the tramp.” 

His eyes squint. He looks disgusted, and for an uncomfortable moment you feel like it might be directed at you, but then he scoffs. “What a crock of shit.” 

“Aaron!” you laugh. 

“What could Clint McMoore possibly know about marriage? This is his fourth wife. And to imply that you’re any sort of calibre below the women I’ve dated before isn’t just misogynistic nonsense, it’s not true. You are the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, and what’s that supposed to mean, gentlemen and the tramp?” He gives you such an earnest glare of confusion that you can’t for a second doubt what it is he’s saying. “I’m sorry, honey, I think he’s allowed himself a few too many nightcaps over the years. Perhaps he’s suffered a stroke.” 

“Aaron, don’t say that,” you chide, secretly very pleased. 

“Our wedding photos,” he says, his hand drifting further down your leg to rest just shy of somewhere more intimate, “are beautiful. You look beautiful. Clint would’ve writhed in jealousy in the pews if he’d been invited, because he would’ve seen it for himself.” 

“I just sat there while they laughed at me,” you mumble.

“What were you supposed to do?” His hand travels out, to your hip, and then he holds you by the waist with both of his hands. They have a way of making you feel encapsulated, big and strong and careful on the bump of your hips. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Nothing,” he says, meeting your eyes with his usual tender-hearted compassion. “You weren’t supposed to do or say anything.” Aaron appears younger than he is for a second, his eyebrows raised, eyes big and brown as they track over your lips. “Honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise he was like that. I’m sorry you had to hear that.” 

“I guess I’m just worried he’s right.” 

“He’s not right. You are everything to me.” Again, he puts weight on the word, roughly said, like it takes a lot from him to say it. “I’m lucky to have been with women who were beautiful, and intelligent, but if there’s a question of you measuring up, there’s no competition. I’ve never been this in love.” 

You take a shaky breath. “Never?” you ask. 

He holds your gaze. “I knew it when we met. That's why I couldn’t wait to ask you to marry me.” 

“You said you weren’t getting any younger.” 

“Well, I’m not, but not everything’s about my age, you know,” he says, giving your waist a playful squeeze. 

”You said it.” 

“I did. That felt easier to say than, if I don’t marry you soon I might implode,” —he shuffles forward, encroaching on your legs and pressing his lips to your cheek— “would’ve just,” —he kisses your cheek, before turning your head— “wasted all that time waiting for someone else’s idea of the right time,” —and he kisses the other cheek, his nose skirting up your face— “wishing I was your husband when I could just,” —he smiles into your eyebrow as his hand slips under your shirt, holding your bare back— “ask.” 

“I’m glad you asked me.” 

You’d cried then, too, but it was less to do with a rush of adrenaline that knocked you out of balance and more to do with how lovingly he’d taken your hand as he asked. You knew from that moment on that someone was going to take care of you for the rest of your life. He’s doing it right now. 

“I love you,” you say, forcing your arms over his shoulders. 

He pulls you in so much that you lift from the mattress. 

“I love you. Are you sure it wasn’t me that upset you? I have to check.” 

“No. What you did to me wasn’t particularly upsetting.” 

He laughs. “Are you sure? You can look a little teary–”

You shush him quickly.

He tips your head to the side to kiss your ear. “Maybe next time, you can tell me about whatever upset you beforehand.” 

“And you can make me feel even better.”

His laugh is nearly inaudible, but his lips are by the side of your head. You hear it, the warmth of his breath kissing the shell of your ear. 

—

Aaron likes to see you in your sweatpants. You look nice in everything, especially your dresses for the evening events he often drags you to, but he likes it when you wear sweatpants because it opens a window. You’ve purchased the wrong size, too big and too long, but you’ve tied them at the waist and you make do. You’re wearing the big shirt he helped you into the night before, sitting on the couch with your ferried breakfast. 

The night before has been washed away, no sign of tears or upset. You have a clean, bright face, one he’d quite like to kiss, or hold, or have pressed to his neck, but none of this is unusual. Your eyes look sore, if he really looks. He’ll make you a compress after breakfast. 

Dropped off by Jess an hour ago, Jack sits beside you picking at the breakfast tray. You’re sharing a plate. You don’t ever mind. 

“Are you eating that one?” you ask. 

Jack immediately nudges half of a chocolate chip pancake your way. “Was the gala fun?” 

“Uh, sure. Saw your dad’s friends. But they had a weird thing with the caterers and we had to get dinner on the way home.”

“You could’ve made dad cook.” 

“I guess, but we were tired. What did you have for dinner?” 

“Jess made spicy chicken. It was amazing.” Jack squints at you. “Your eyes are puffy, Y/N. Are you sick?” 

“I think I might be a little. Not enough to make you sick too, don’t worry.” 

Aaron piles the last of the pancakes onto a plate and carries them to you in the living room. “Here, you two.” 

“Did you eat?” you ask. 

He loves you, bending over to kiss your forehead right in the middle. “Yes.” 

“How come they didn’t have dinner at the gala, dad? I thought that was the whole point,” Jack says. 

He sits down next to Jack on the couch. You cut a big square of pancake and grin at him, seemingly pleased with your breakfast and Jack’s sense of humour. 

“It was a disaster, that’s all. No food, barely any wine, and terrible, awful company.” 

“I thought Miss Jareau went?” 

“She did. But besides her and a handful of others, it was a party for sad old people.” 

“And you didn’t have fun?” Jack asks. 

You laugh so hard tears gather in the corners of your eyes. Aaron cups Jack’s shoulder, surprised when his son doesn’t duck away from the touch. The older he gets the less affection he requires, so it’s nice for Aaron to hug him sideways and be allowed, better that you finish your choking laugh with a hug of your own. “Jack, thank you for that. I think you cured whatever illness I had,” you say.  

“Hey,” Aaron says. 

You run your hand up his neck. Your wedding ring catches against his jaw. 

“It was worth going, though, to see your step-mom in her nice dress,” Aaron says, peeling away from Jack so he has room to breathe. 

Jack turns to you, and his smile is audible, “Do you have any pictures?” 

“I didn’t take any, sorry.” 

“Just think of her now but in a dress, and that’s how beautiful she looked,” Aaron says. 

“Dad, don’t be gross,” Jack says, cutting into the pancakes with his fork.

“It’s not gross, it’s just a fact.” Jack drops pancake down his front. Warm chocolate chips stain his t-shirt. “Missed your mouth, bud. I’ll get a rag.” 

He’s up as quickly as he sat down, running his fingers along your arm and to the palm of your hand, touching you until he can’t. He heads back into the kitchen. His phone is beeping on the table, screen flashing with each new text. 

Penelope: boss, I think the thing you asked for is illegal 

Penelope: also, I assume you were kidding? 

Penelope: so while making it that every link on McMoore’s computer freezes the desktop would’ve been very very funny, I didn’t do that 

Aaron had been kidding, emphatically, because illegal activities aren’t his style. It was a sarcastic suggestion, and yet he’s disappointed nonetheless. 

Penelope: I just signed him up for a bunch of recovering narcissists forums and an email subscription for self help, and maybe also a free online class about manners and etiquette 

Penelope: And I ordered that big canvas for you. It was the one of you guys cutting the cake, right? 

Aaron texts her back quickly: Thank you, Penelope. I couldn’t work out the dimensions online. 

Penelope: You’re welcome! I live to serve :D 

The canvas will look good in the entryway, Aaron believes. Somewhere you can see it, and remember exactly what it is he thinks of you; his eyes glowing with love where he’d been staring at your face, his hand guided yours atop the knife as he traced your features, and you cut that first, fat slice of cake. 

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thanks so much for reading! please think about commenting, liking or reblogging if you enjoyed I love knowing what you think!❤️

also small note: this fic is in no way meant to diminish haley im a haley supporter usually (these days at least!) and I just didn’t mention her for brevity’s sake

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portgas d rouge the woman you are

notes + pose ref for bottom right below!

i have hit her with the pasifika beam. she is tahitian now. rejoice.

dyes her hair but given she's on the move a lot she doesn't always have time (or care enough) to touch up her outgrown roots. between the seawater and the constant bleaching it's probably crunchy. what the hell is "toner" btw is that a music thing

her hibiscus is a tiare now 👍

ace got her build, her eyes, and her smile! not just her freckles. he gloats like her, too.

she had the mera mera before ace. she was a strong swimmer before she ate it, and she misses not feeling fatigued whenever she sticks her feet in the water.

her necklace is strung with boar teeth and tusks, shark teeth, and the few pearls she found herself. killed and probably ate the boar/sharks herself, and the scar on her midriff is a parting gift from the boar trying its damnedest to skewer her. roger was swooning when she told him.

her earrings are gifts: the pearls were collected by roger and made into jewelry by rayleigh. they are her boyfriengds

wears the same dogshit slippers she's had since she was in her late teens. they're being kept together through sheer willpower and tape. they're the only article of clothing that she somehow managed to not burn through when she was figuring out how to control her powers. that's like her sixth pareo.

also has a very large cowboy hat because she deserves it.

bounty hunter. her Thing with roger and rayleigh (and shakky, later on) was very much tom and jerry, despite knowingly and willingly splitting her single braincell with each of them. roger absolutely made fishing her out of the ocean a habit and she was only mad about it the first few times.

pose from adorkastock on deviantart

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💋💗💗 in Sarakiniko Moon beach, Milos

Inspired from the simple idea that one of my Greek friends, @/konstantinos_palamidas on Instagram recommended to me of “the god of war, Ares in a modern swimsuit wearing his helmet at the same time, while Aphrodite has the ancient haircut and jewels wearing that iconic golden bikini”

Also this one below here is for @mcsiggy ’s modern-day Aphrodite as a gift to them, because I have been enamored with their version of the goddess for a long time and finally put my thoughts and ideas into it. (Moschino dress from Spring Summer 2022 collection; designed by Jeremy Scott with a few pearl necklaces + Chanel shell bag, here we go!!!) I actually thinking beside their fits compliment each other; our versions of goddesses of love would also get along very well like white pearls and Tahitian black pearls; because beauty, passion, desire and love never discriminate.

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From LinkedIn - Rui Galopim de Carvalho

Moonstone is the collective name for the iridescent varieties of a selected group of feldspars, namely adularia (orthoclase) and iridescent peristerite (albite-oligoclase) and, also, anorthoclase and antiperthite that may also show similar optical effects and may also be classified as moonstone in the trade. The term has also been used to describe colourless iridescent (labradorescent) andesine-labradorite feldspar known in the trade as "rainbow moonstone". The amount of above-mentioned complex mineral names and concepts prove that commercial names are indeed very practical when communicating gem products outside the academic and science worlds. The most common variety as a gemstone is adularia moonstone, typically colourless to white coloured, sometimes yellow or grey, that is most prized when exhibiting adularescence (or peristerescence), the so-called schiller effect. This optical effect is caused by a combination of light scattering from very tiny particles (the so-called tyndall effect) and iridescence caused by thin film interference in twinning planes. Historically known in Austria, it is found in Sri Lanka, Myanmar, Tanzania, India, Madagascar and USA (New Mexico). In the photos, the iconic Luminosity Cuff by Assael featuring moonstone, Tahitian cultured pearls, diamonds and spinels © Assael; the 'Thistle' pendant by René Lalique, ca. 1898-1900 © Calouste Gulbenkian Foundation; pair of earclips by JAR, set with diamonds, sapphires and fine-quality moonstone © FD Gallery hashtag#moonstone hashtag#jewelry hashtag#luxury hashtag#gemstones

Many years ago I attended the Tucson Gem and Mineral Show. It is the largest gem show in the world and is actually a series of shows sponsored by various organizations. It lasts the month of February every year. Dealers come from all over the world. It's quite a feast for the mineral, gemstone, and fossil lover. You'll see things there you won't likely see anyplace else. The piece of jewelry that won first place in that year's competition was a rainbow moonstone necklace in gold. The moonstones were all pear shaped and graduated in size. The photos of it were amazing. But when I saw the actual piece in the AGTA showcase, it seemed to float in its display. I've never seen anything so remarkable.

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A Brief Discussion About Different Types of Cultured Pearls

A piece of pearl jewelry often stands synonymous with class and aesthetics. Pearl jewelry, like necklaces, pendants, bracelets, and rings, is trendy among jewelry lovers. There are different types of cultured pearls. This short blog will discuss the three most popular types of refined pearls. Hence, you can decide what type you should buy in a jewelry store. Let's begin our pearl hunting!

1.     Akoya Pearls

A pearl lover has always been an admirer of classic Akoya pearl bracelets. But do you know what this Akoya pearl is? Akoya pearls are classic lustrous saltwater white pearls that symbolize purity and innocence. However, these pearls are also available in silvery blue, dyed black, and golden.

Akoya pearls are mainly cultured in China, Japan, and Vietnam. But, Japan is famous worldwide for its most significant production of high-quality round, mirror-like shiny pearls. The sizes of Akoya pearls vary from 2mm to 9mm and are pretty expensive. Therefore, classic white Akoya pearl bracelets are a classic choice for your pearl collection.

2.     Freshwater Pearls

Who does not want a shiny freshwater pearl necklace around their neck? Freshwater pearls are primarily cultured in freshwaters like ponds and lakes in China. These are less expensive than other cultured saltwater pearls. 

You can get a variety of colors in freshwater pearls, like pink, peach, classic white, and even lavender. The sizes of freshwater pearls vary from as small as 2 mm to as big as 12 mm. These pearls are highly durable since they are cultured in artificial freshwater farms.

If you want durable pearl jewelry within your low budget, pick an affordable Freshwater Pearl Necklace instead of a saltwater one.

3.     Tahitian Pearls

If you prefer something other than cheap pearls for your classy pearl collection, go for a Tahitian pearl necklace. Tahitian pearls are extremely exotic and expensive, enough to raise your peers' eyebrows. These unique naturally black pearls originate in the saltwater lakes and lagoons of the islands in French Polynesia. 

These naturally black pearls come in shades of black, like dove grey, dark charcoal grey, and rarely jet black. Furthermore, they are tinged with overtones like peacock, cherry, steel, green, blue-green, and many more. Tahitian pearls are usually large, ranging from 8mm to 15mm, and are available in different shapes.

Hence, a Tahitian pearl necklace will cost you hundreds of dollars at a minimal rate. If you want to minimalize your big pearls, get a beaded bracelet or a pair of earrings with Tahitian pearls.

Conclusion

Pearls are exquisite jewelry items that can bring excellent sparkle with a touch of softness to your appearance. Pearls like South Sea Pearls are the most expensive but can be affordable, too, if you choose Chinese freshwater pearls.

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Why Pearls (Moti) Make the Perfect Gift for Any Occasion

Gift-giving is a timeless tradition that symbolizes love, appreciation, and thoughtfulness. Among the myriad options available, pearls, or moti, stand out as a gift of unparalleled elegance and versatility. Here’s why pearls make the perfect gift for any occasion:

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1. Timeless Elegance

Pearls have been admired for centuries for their understated beauty and sophistication. Whether it’s a classic strand of white pearls or a modern piece of pearl jewellery, their timeless charm ensures that they never go out of style. A pearl gift resonates with grace, making it ideal for celebrations such as weddings, anniversaries, or birthdays.

2. Versatile Appeal

Pearls can be styled to suit any age, gender, or personal preference. From delicate earrings and bracelets to statement necklaces and cufflinks, pearls offer something for everyone. Their versatility makes them suitable for various occasions, from formal events to casual gatherings.

3. Symbol of Purity and Prosperity

Pearls are often regarded as symbols of purity, wisdom, and prosperity in various cultures. Gifting pearls conveys wishes of success, happiness, and longevity. This symbolism makes pearls particularly meaningful gifts for milestones like graduations, promotions, or the birth of a child.

4. Astrological Benefits

In Vedic astrology, moti is linked to the moon and is thought to promote emotional harmony, mental tranquility, and prosperity. For those who believe in the power of gemstones, gifting pearls can hold deep spiritual significance.

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5. Unique and Memorable

Unlike other common gifts, pearls carry a unique charm. Their natural origin and lustrous beauty make them a memorable choice. A pearl gift is not just an accessory; it’s a token of thoughtfulness and care.

6. Perfect for All Ages

From young girls receiving their first piece of jewellery to seasoned adults cherishing a classic keepsake, pearls cater to all age groups. Their subtle elegance can complement any personality or style.

7. Environmental and Ethical Choice

Modern pearl farming practices emphasize sustainability and ethical sourcing. By choosing pearls, you’re not just giving a beautiful gift but also supporting environmentally conscious practices.

8. Variety to Suit Every Budget

Pearls come in a range of types, from freshwater and Akoya to Tahitian and South Sea varieties. This diversity ensures there’s a pearl gift for every budget, making it accessible for anyone looking to give a meaningful present.

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Conclusion

Pearls (moti) are more than just beautiful gemstones; they are a reflection of elegance, thoughtfulness, and meaning. Their timeless appeal, symbolic significance, and versatility make them the perfect gift for any occasion. Whether it’s a token of love, a gesture of appreciation, or a celebration of milestones, a pearl gift is sure to leave a lasting impression.

So, the next time you’re searching for the perfect gift, let the allure of pearls guide your choice!