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hunn1e-bunn1e · 1 year

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Bonten - With Debbie Jelinsky Male Reader Pt.2

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I wanted to give the reader a husband that he actually likes for a bit of a change, so this is pretty early on into the relationship. I've also decided that this one is very important to Bonten, so they wouldn't kill him nor be okay with the reader killing him. I hope you enjoy this, 🫓Flatbread Anon! —Benny🐰

Part 1 Part 2

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"Shuusuke? What's wrong?"

[Name] asks his new boyfriend, confused, as the man had stood abruptly from his chair, causing it to jerkily skoot back.

The man in question, Tanabata Shuusuke, a young billionaire who owned a very popular tech company operating out of Sendai. The blonde man had reached the peak of his success at the age of 28 and it kept climbing for the next 5 years to where we are now. Now 33, his company, Tanabata Technology™, was the second most popular in all of Japan.

The young and wealthy bachelor was pretty easy on the eyes as well. In fact, many news stations and magazines voted him as the most handsome billionaire of 20××. To furthur estimate his popularity; Tanabata Shuusuke would get at least 13 letters of love and admiration from random strangers every single day without fail.

"[Name]....—"

Softly speaks the blonde as he gracefully walk around the table; coming to a stop in front of his seated e/c eyed lover.

"—....Every day from the moment I met you has been a whirlwind of pure bliss for me. You've made me feel like noone has ever made me feel before. You complete me, truly. So I want to ask you...—"

He slowly gets down on one knee as he gently takes [Name]'s small hands into his; carefully he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a royal blue cube shaped box. Flipping it open, Shuusuke reveals a gorgeous ring, consisting of gold band with the words 'Our Love Is Eternal' intricately ingraved on the inner side and a large heart shaped diamond implanted into it.

"—... Matsumoto [Name], will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll marry you!"

"I still don't understand why we have to find this fucker in the first place. We already have Kokonoi, why do we need another person like 'im?"

Complains a surprisingly sober Sanzu as he lazily sprawls out on one of the sofas in Bonten's common room.

Bonten had been searching for the serial killing gold digger after a while of letting him go, which was a very strange decision on Mikey's part, considering they usually never let people go.

But now it seemed that their boss had regretted that decision thus ordering his men to try and find him again. What prompted the sudden change of heart was left out from their orders and they won't exactly ask either, lest they get offed for questioning leadership.

"I don't exactly mind finding him, he had a great ass. I'd love to see him again."

Ran says from his place behind the sofa that the pinkette was occupying as he smoothly inserts himself into the conversation with a sly look on his face.

Kakucho, who was seated in the sofa opposite to Sanzu, deadpanned at the elder Haitani's response. He silently rolled his eyes along with Rindou who was sat next to him scrolling on his phone. The two gave each other a side glance that held so many words of exasperation and expectancy.

"Of course you would."

Rindou groans, finally done with his side-eye conversation with Kakucho.

Ran looked at his younger brother with a teasing expression as he simply shrugs as if to say 'what can ya do'. Prompting yet another eye roll from the jellyfish haired man.

"I found him.—"

Says a previously silent Kokonoi as he reads the information off his screen.

"— Looks like we were right, he got married again. And it's to another one of our partners, but it's an important one, so we need to get to him before he decides to kill the guy."

"Ah! That vanity is vintage! Be more careful, will you! You can put it in the lounge."

A robe clad [Name] huffs at the clumsy movers as they accidentally bump his furniture into a nearby wall.

It had been a few days since Shuusuke had proposed to him in that restaurant; the billionaire asking him to move in right then and there. Which leads us to now, where the last truck full of [Name]'s possessions were being moved into their now shared home.

The h/c-ette vaguely remembered his now fiancee telling him earlier that he'd be meeting with some people today. Perhaps he was still talking with them, it would certainly explain why he wasn't present. Surely if he came and got his wonderfully rich husband, Shuusuke wouldn't mind him interrupting whatever meeting he was in. [Name] was his fiancee now after all, he needs must be tended to.

The e/c eyed man nodded to himself as he made his way to the home office, his eyes carefully scanning the halls so he wouldn't get lost again. Even if he'd been given a tour of the entire estate, it would take a while to really know where he was going.

Reaching the intended door, [Name] gave a brisk knock, entering before an answer could be given. He made a b-line for his blonde fiancee, paying no mind to his guests, and planted a kiss on the man's forehead. He was startled though by his lover's nervous expression.

And then he heard it.

"Well, well, well... If it isn't the cutie from Minato.~"

Shit.

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adore-laur · 10 months

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AULD LANG SYNE

— gold rush christmas flashbacks (read parts 1-4 first)⏳

❅ ❅ ❅

How's one to know if love is everlasting?

Harry used to prioritize the notion with you, sealing the promise with a glistening diamond ring on your finger, because that's what love is, right? Marrying the one person you can't live without. He vowed to be eternally yours, making up for lost time with secret oaths of pleasure and intimate words that unfurled from his tongue like the petals of a rose.

Each garland of his ivy intertwined perfectly with yours, the spark of young love nurturing every vine that started to wilt from the first dusting of snowfall.

Yet that light soon eclipsed with a shadow of neglect.

The last glimpse of radiance Harry witnessed was one he took for granted. You were right there, shining just for him, but the moment burned out right beneath his fingertips.

He remembers getting lost in the cadence of your voice and the familiarity of your presence. Blue lights had danced over your figure as you stood on your tiptoes and turned the house into a winter wonderland, a certain glow to your skin that only he knew the cause of.

❅ Time Gone By ❅

Harry stopped you from gracing around the room like an angel on ice skates by trapping you in a one-armed hug from behind, a champagne flute of vintage Dom Pérignon in his hand. Your delicate fingers reached up to hook a shiny ornament on one of the tree's upper branches, right where they started to narrow. It made him realize it had been far too long since he'd been home as he took in the evergreen standing tall and proud before him.

Cheek to cheek, Harry swayed your frame to the faint Christmas music playing in the background. He watched your every move, from how you resettled the ornament an inch over because you were a perfectionist to how you leaned back into his chest to get a better look at your work. He wanted to put you in his pocket like a plucked primrose and take you everywhere with him.

"How many more..." Your voice faded as your spirited eyes scanned the living room. You released yourself from his hold when you spotted the box of ornaments, much to his reluctance.

Harry sauntered over to the fireplace while taking a sip of his drink. After setting his glass down, he grabbed the fire poker and opened the chain mail curtain to shift the logs around. The flames instantly grew stronger, crackling louder as orange embers tried and failed to escape. They seemed to know there could only be one clinquant brilliance in the room.

Magnetizing admiration guided his gaze to you once again as he sat down and folded his legs on the carpet. Once he was comfortable, he grabbed the half-empty bottle of champagne on the hearth and poured more of the effervescent liquid into his glass. The roaring fire heated his back as he coated his tongue with refined notes of ripe fruit and vanilla. Moonlight gleamed through the window and reflected off the many decorations he had helped place in every crevice of the house. The sweet smell of sugar cookies straight out of the oven made his stomach rumble with delight.

Then there was you, the only thing he could truly focus on for longer than a minute.

With your hair pinned back with silver snowflake clips, it was like he was seeing you for the first time. A halting feeling of falling in love all over again nestled into his heart, and you didn't even have to say a single word.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Harry almost laughed at your question. How could he not stare at you? You were made for him.

Smirking over the rim of his glass, he said, "I have a complaint," then took a quick sip and stood.

You turned back to the tree, pensively looking it up and down. "Do you not approve of my decorating?"

"You're doing a wonderful job, baby." He emptied his hand and beckoned you toward him. "Come here. Take a break for a little bit."

You shyly shrugged your shoulder up to your cheek, his favorite habit of yours, and then made your way to him. You wrapped both arms around his waist, then rested your chin on his chest with raised eyebrows in silent questioning.

"My complaint," he said lowly while smoothing his thumb over your temple that had somehow collected glitter, "is that I can't see the bump when you wear sweaters."

The tightening of your hold warmed him up, along with the knitted material loosely draped over your upper half. "It's too cold to wear anything else," you replied, smiling knowingly.

Reaching around your waist, Harry bunched the material of your sweater behind your back and tugged on it until it tightened around the small, growing curve of your stomach. "There," he whispered satisfactorily, grinning and glancing up at you with a boyish glint in his eyes.

You just scoffed amusedly and swatted his hands away before unraveling yourself from him to continue hanging the last of the ornaments. Two glass spheres dusted with lines of gold glitter were still waiting to be put on the tree with your strategic placement. Blue twinkling lights still needed to be strung and weaved around the protruding branches. The tinsel garland, adorned with sparkling leaves and flowers, still needed to be embellished on the staircase's banister. Harry, however, thought all those things could wait. He wanted his wife's undivided attention.

One of the cardboard boxes contained mistletoe, so he searched through them while he hummed along to Eartha Kitt's rich, sensual voice. After noisily sifting through miscellaneous Christmas items, he finally found the artificial red berry attached to an even more artificial plant. While your back was turned, he plucked it out and quietly walked toward you, turning up the volume of "Santa Baby" with the remote on his way over.

"Hey," he said, tickling the nape of your neck with the mistletoe.

You squealed and damn near elbowed him in the stomach. "Stop! You're supposed to be helping me."

"We have all night to do this."

"There's only a few more hours until Christmas. We should have done this weeks ago."

Harry's warm hands traveled under your sweater and splayed over your first-trimester bump. It wasn't fully rounded out, yet it was still a bump, and he loved it dearly, even if a baby hadn't been meant to happen so soon. "We've been worried about other things, yeah?" he murmured secretively, even though no one was around to eavesdrop.

"Yeah," you replied.

"But just think... this time next year, we'll be spending Christmas together as a family of three."

"When are we going to tell people? I won't be able to hide it for much longer."

The anxiousness on your face worried him. He knew that sooner or later, the ravenous public would find out. It was only a matter of time before the vultures came circling, and his pledge of protection would again be at risk.

"Let's talk about it later," he dismissed, rubbing a circle around your belly before retreating his tender touch and spinning you around. Once you were facing him, he asked, "Can I have a kiss?"

"You're trying to distract me."

"Just one kiss. Pretty please."

You trailed your fingers down his arm. "Begging gets you nowhere."

He mockingly grumbled an echo of what you said and then bent down slightly to wrap a strong arm around your waist, effortlessly lifting you as you scrambled to hook your pajama-clad legs around him.

"I want to dance with you," he said, staring at your glowing cheeks. I beg of you."

"Put me down, then."

"What kind of dance do you fancy? Polka? Waltz? Ballroom tango?"

You laughed as Harry set you back on the floor. "Remember when you danced the polka with my grandma at our wedding?"

"I couldn't keep up with her!" he replied humorously, loving how your eyes reacted by sparkling. "Had me tripping over my feet and everything."

There was a beautiful mixture of yours and his laugh at the memory, and amid the mirth, Harry grabbed your right hand with his and held it against his chest while his other rested on the small of your back. It became a gentle sway to "Silver and Gold" with the occasional twirl and romantic dip, the two of you spinning around in a personal snow globe. He touched his forehead to yours, lazily smiling down at your lips, then nudged your nose with his before tilting his head to kiss you nice and slow. Lips that tasted like sugar melted into his, soft and addictive. His senses were heightened by the champagne he drank. His feet stopped moving as he got lost in the moment, entirely focused on how your kisses couldn't seem to catch up with his. The breathless sounds you released and the wet pops of your lips separating made him fall under your enchanting spell.

"Your phone," you mumbled through lazy kisses.

"Hmm?" Harry hummed distractedly, kissing you again before opening his eyes and licking his swollen lips.

"I think your phone is ringing," you said more clearly, pulling away.

He processed the default ringtone and sincerely hoped it was just his mother wishing him a Merry Christmas from across the pond. Sighing, he unlaced your fingers with his and gave the back of your hand a semi-comforting pat before walking over to his vibrating phone on the hearth. He had seen the disappointed look on your face; it pained him every time. Deep down, he knew who might really be calling him.

The assumption proved to be correct when he checked the screen. The familiar number was work-related. He answered the call with a guilty scratch behind his head and left you in the living room.

How easy it could have been to just ignore it, but second nature had a poisonous grasp around his heart.

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How's one to know when the first crack in the glass will shatter into a million fragments of love astray?

A capricious shift in your husband's demeanor created the first sign of rupture. Pixelated countenances of despondency and physical guises of weariness were little fissures that shaped a shard so minimal that you could have brushed it aside if not for the inescapable ache in your chest that mercilessly came around at nightfall like clockwork.

The withering love between you and him was a ticking time bomb made of glass left to be disarmed by whoever was audacious enough to get their hands near the lethal sparks.

Yet the fuse burned out quicker than expected.

That fateful detonation happened at midnight in the winter. Harry was the culprit, and he never realized it until his unspoken fear blew up in his face.

You remember it all too well. The stillness was so deafening in your empty home, barren winter seeping through the walls and icing over a bed of primroses to paralyze them from growing further.

❅ Time Gone By ❅

A pathetic excuse of a Christmas tree in the corner was the only provider of light in the otherwise caliginous bedroom. Sitting in the opposite corner, you tucked your knees to your chest and let your husband's slurred greeting on the phone fill the lonesome silence. It was better than nothing, you supposed.

The first question you asked him was a straight nosedive toward the forthcoming bone crush. "Have you been drinking?"

Harry sniffed and replied, "Whiskey, yeah."

You shook off his lethargic tone and plastered on a smile. "Must be nice."

"Pour yourself a glass," he said, his voice sounding far away. You assumed you were on speakerphone. "It's the holidays, innit?"

"Can't. I need to pump later."

"Oh. That's right." A strange lull of silence passed. "How is she, by the way?"

Brass-knuckled fists squeezed your heart when you told him, "She misses you a lot."

It was an unequivocal lie. You weren't sure if she would even remember him when he eventually came home. In the year since her impromptu arrival, her own dad had been across the world more than he'd been at the house in Nashville.

"I'll be home at the end of January," Harry assured you. I just have a few more promo appearances that I need to make."

He didn't need to, did he? With a snap of his fingers and his gift of persuasion, it shouldn't have been that hard to fly back to his family when needed. You wondered if he heard himself, ignorant of the fact that his selfish words pierced you as a mother doing everything on her own. Surely, he felt guilty, but he was an expert at shrouding the parasite.

"Why can't you cancel everything and stay with us for the holidays?" you asked, letting out a muted laugh.

Through a phone call with no way to see your face, Harry didn't quite catch your attempt at being humorous. "You know the answer to that," he answered accusatorially.

"No, I really don't." The mercurial shift in moods with him was something you'd gotten used to. "Tomorrow is Christmas, and you're in Los Angeles. Not with your family. It doesn't make sense to me."

"Are we arguing right now?" he asked through a yawn. "I'm too tired to argue, love."

Patience wearing thin, you took a brutal dig at his buried flaws. "No, you're too drunk to understand how miserable this has been for me. God forbid that I want you home with our baby."

Harry scoffed and then dared to bitterly laugh. "Don't give me that petty shit, all right? You know my job, and you know my schedule. It's never changed."

"It should change now that you're a dad, don't you think?"

"Why do we always end up fighting when I call you? I've got better things I could be doing."

Cruel. Harry could be so casually cruel when drinking. On the last phone call, his tongue, as dangerous as a deadly weapon, had been laced with Hennessy and Coke.

"Our daughter's first Christmas, and you aren't here," you thought aloud while shaking your head slowly. The worst type of tears, ones stemming from frustration, prickled behind your eyes.

"You're being mean," Harry said quietly, every outside noise from his end being cut off except for his breathy voice, sounding like a gust of wind had taken it and carried it to you. His phone was now held up to his ear.

You stood your ground. "I think I'm being fair. I'm not asking much from you."

"Fuck's sake," he muttered before clearing his throat. "I can't do two things at once."

His words were a poison-soaked dagger to your flesh, cutting right to the bone and unleashing the blood of vulnerability and hurt from the man who had once vowed to never cause you such harm.

Being a husband and a dad—Harry, of all people, should have been able to balance those two responsibilities with no problem. Where was his sudden spitefulness coming from?

You let out a morose noise of disbelief and confessed, "I hate you sometimes."

Harry sighed. "I love you," he said with that goddamned soft voice of his, a blatant attempt to veer away from the issue at hand.

Your emotions finally broke through, the lump in your throat growing until it started to ache. Looking down at the silver wedding ring on your finger, you wondered if he put it there just to lock you in. Little did he know that you were about to go down an agonizing route to get the key.

"Right now," you said shakily, "it feels like you don't give a fuck about me or our daughter."

He groaned, and you could picture him running a heavy palm down his flushed face. "We were having an innocent conversation, honey. Why do you always get pissed at me?"

It was a blazing assumption in the dark, considering he was the one who started it. He had lit the fuse with a single spark, and now time was ticking.

Who would pass the bomb over to whom?

Whose tears would douse the flare?

Which one of you was capable, and which was a coward?

"I get pissed because I wonder why I ever married you," you admitted, trying not to choke on affliction. "I wonder why I ever had a child with you. Why do I stay with you when you treat our family like an afterthought?"

"You're making me out to be a monster," Harry said with a twinge of helplessness. "I love you, okay? I would die for you both."

"You barely see us, so I doubt that."

"Christ, why do you say things like that?"

Running your fingertips across the carpet to seek comfort, you replied, "It's how I feel, Harry. It's how I've felt for the past year."

"Then fuckin' leave since I make you so miserable!".

Tick.

The fragile bomb was in your hands.

Tick.

There were only seconds left to make a decision.

Tick.

You passed it over to him with a detonating question.

"Do you give me permission?"

A deathly silence.

"I'll leave," you continued, your ears ringing. "You don't seem to mind. I'll talk with a lawyer, and we can settle a divorce."

Boom.

Harry inhaled sharply through his nose. "Don't even think about doing that."

"You just told me to leave!" you shouted.

"No, hey." His breathing was becoming shallow, and his voice was desperate. "Hey, listen to me. I'll come home. Just give me another month, and I'll be there. I won't leave again. I promise you that."

This was different from what you had wanted. Married life with him was supposed to have been blissful. Parenthood was supposed to have been alongside him. The room spun around you as the clock ticked with each passing second. It wouldn't change anything. You might as well set it in stone and float it down the river.

"I don't believe you. I want a divorce."

"Baby, please. Look, can you video call me? Let me see you."

You screwed your face up and rested your pounding head against the wall. "I can't look at you right now."

"I'd like you to look at me when you say you want a divorce, yeah?" He was on fire from the explosion. "God, I'll get on a plane right now, okay? Please."

He was only willing to do what you asked when he needed to save himself. It was never for you.

"My decision is final," you told him. "I can't be in this one-sided relationship. All I need is for you to be a dad and a husband. Here, with us. Not thousands of miles away."

"I'll come home. Let me... shit, let me find my laptop, and I'll book a flight."

"Well, when you come home, your things will be packed by the front door."

"Stop," he whispered painfully.

"Just listen to me, Harry!" you yelled, finally losing your patience. Taking a deep breath, you lowered your voice and continued, "If you love me, you'll let me leave. It's what's best for us."

"You're my wife." Then, show some compassion. "Do you hear me?" Barely. "You can't just leave like this." Yes, you could. "I'll lose my mind."

Your mind was made up.

"I'm going to hang up, okay?"

"No, we're going to talk—"

"When I hang up, I need you to breathe," you interrupted gently. "I need you to stay where you are. I need you to not do anything stupid."

"You're drunk too, right?" Harry said. "We're both drunk, and we'll forget we had this conversation." You heard a mattress creak and then a slight stumbling of feet. "Let's go to bed, sweetheart. Tomorrow is Christmas. I'll call first thing in the morning."

"Okay. Bye, Harry." You knew you wouldn't answer.

"Did you get my gifts in the mail? I spoiled you two so much." You didn't like how his breathing had gotten faster. "Hey, can you give her a kiss goodnight for me? Please?"

"I will." It was the least you could do. "Goodbye, Harry."

"No, baby, stay on the phone. I love you."

You swallowed down the last shred of your dignity and pulled the phone away from your ear, telling him to breathe one last time before ending the call.

All at once, the four walls of your bedroom caved in on you, and the feeling of suffocation began. The ground ate you alive as you sunk down into a fetal position and cried out into the wool carpet until it burned your cheeks. You could blame the drink in Harry's hand all you wanted, but you knew his integrity had fallen short lately. He couldn't be what you needed, so why stay and suffer in a situation so futile?

A sharp wail suddenly pierced through the wall behind you. Moving your teary eyes to blearily gaze at the clock, you saw the big and little hands join at the Roman numeral twelve.

How terribly blue of a Christmas, yet the reasoning had been long overdue.

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How's one to know if the bone crush is worth it?

As Harry looks at you now, a newfound love coursing through his veins, he knows that it is. The fireplace warms you and your daughter, both wrapped in a blanket. You're letting her help you open your last present.

It's crystal clear that the scene in front of him is entirely what he fought for. A family to protect. The home he sits in. The love he spent so long missing.

He walked through hellfire summers to revive your love for him and trudged through icebound winters to ensure you never forgot about him. All to get to that spring garden of everlasting primroses, which never entirely died.

"What did your mom get?" Harry asks his daughter while powering his phone off.

She holds up a tiny jewelry box and looks back and forth between her parents. You take it from her and inspect it, then look up at Harry and give him an unreadable glance.

"Open it," he insists softly.

You slowly lift the top, revealing a gold ring that weaves into a flower-shaped diamond. A gasp gets caught in your throat as you take it out. "Harry..." you trail off.

This time, you say his name differently than when you found his wedding ring in his dressing room months ago. This time, you say it with a particular fondness that puts him together again.

"I thought maybe we could try gold this time," Harry explains, kissing your cheek. "See if that works."

He thinks of the silver ring you had put back on your finger after you both decided to try again. It reminded him of hurt more than he'd like it to, so he bought a ring with a different, more sentimental purpose.

"I think it'll work," you say with a genuine smile.

A Christmas long past left scars still unhealed, but each wound led him right where he belonged.

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teacasket · 2 years

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champagne problems

genre: angst au: non-idol au, rich kid au warnings: alcohol word count: 0.3k pairing: gn!reader x bang chan song: champagne problems by taylor swift n/a: same universe as this is me trying

You have seen hearts break in front of your eyes before, but this time you feel nothing. Even when Chan glances up at you with confusion, betrayal, and grief, you hollowly stare back. The words “will you marry me” hang heavily in the air for another second before gravity pulls them plummeting to the ground. “I can’t,” was your answer. No further explanation, just a thick silence wrapped with finality.

You mumble a half-hearted apology and leave him alone on the balcony. As you head for the doors leading inside, the midnight air nips at the nape of your neck like a mother cat trying to carry her troublesome kitten to its rightful place. Marrying Chan would be the right choice. Sweet, golden Chan with a good, stable future and the eternal patience of an old painting hanging over a fireplace. He loves you, and you love him, but how could you marry him?

Clustered on the other side of the door is his family, their ears awaiting the announcement of an engagement. His sister holds a bottle of vintage champagne, and his father a selection of glasses. Distant relatives and family friends mill at the edges and whisper amongst themselves. However, as you enter with a grim face and no heirloom ring on your finger, the bubbling excitement slowly fizzles out. No hearts break, but some do crack in sympathy for Chan. As you walk through the crowd, they part for you like a sea of gold and cream, like it would be shameful for them to stand near you now without the shield of Chan’s love.

You don’t belong in his world. Years ago, in the beginning years of university, you might have, but you’re a chipped Swarovski crystal to his family of diamonds. One day, he will find his match, and one day, you will remember this night like a fairy tale.

You stand on the steps, breathing in the ice and staring at the advertisement on the side of a parked cab. Four coins sit heavily in your purse, reminding you of the long journey you have committed to, but you wonder how much whiskey you’ll be able to buy with them.

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Embrace Timeless Elegance with a Cushion Cut Lab Grown Diamond Wedding Band

When it comes to wedding bands, the Cushion Cut Lab Grown Diamond Wedding Band in rose gold is a true standout. This exquisite piece combines classic beauty with modern sustainability, making it the perfect choice for today’s discerning bride.

Why Cushion Cut?

Cushion cut diamonds are beloved for their soft, romantic shape and brilliant sparkle. With a history dating back to the 19th century, this cut has stood the test of time, offering a unique blend of vintage charm and contemporary flair. In a full eternity band, cushion cut diamonds create a continuous circle of brilliance that symbolizes infinite love and commitment.

The Beauty of Lab Grown Diamonds

Lab grown diamonds are changing the game in the world of fine jewelry. These diamonds are created using advanced technology that replicates the natural diamond formation process. The result? Stunning diamonds that are chemically, physically, and optically identical to mined diamonds but with a smaller environmental footprint. Choosing a lab grown diamond means supporting ethical practices and getting more value for your investment.

Rose Gold: A Romantic Choice

Rose gold is more than just a trend; it’s a timeless choice that exudes warmth and romance. The soft, blush tone of rose gold pairs beautifully with the sparkle of cushion cut diamonds, creating a wedding band that is both elegant and modern. Whether you’re a fan of vintage-inspired designs or contemporary styles, a rose gold diamond band is a versatile piece that complements any look.

Handmade with Love

There’s something incredibly special about handmade jewelry. Every piece is crafted with care and attention to detail, making it a unique and meaningful choice. A handmade Cushion Cut Lab Grown Diamond Wedding Band is not just a piece of jewelry; it’s a work of art. Whether you’re choosing it for yourself or as a gift, this band carries the personal touch of the artisan who made it, adding even more significance to your special day.

The Perfect Gift for Women

Looking for the perfect gift to celebrate a special occasion? A handmade diamond band is a timeless choice that will be cherished forever. The Cushion Cut Lab Grown Diamond Wedding Band in rose gold is an exquisite piece that can be worn on its own, stacked with other rings, or paired with an engagement ring. Its versatility and understated elegance make it a meaningful gift for any woman.

Conclusion

The Cushion Cut Lab Grown Diamond Wedding Band in rose gold is a beautiful blend of tradition and modernity. With its stunning design, ethical origins, and handcrafted quality, this full eternity band is the perfect symbol of everlasting love. Whether you’re choosing it as a wedding band or as a special gift, this ring is sure to be treasured for a lifetime.

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Emerald cut halo engagement rings 💍 https://www.etsy.com/shop/PureStarDiamonds?ref=seller-platform-mcnav&section_id=48330517

The Timeless Elegance of Emerald Cut Halo Engagement Rings 💍

When it comes to engagement rings, the choice you make is more than just a piece of jewelry. It’s a symbol of your love, commitment, and the promise of a lifetime together. One of the most captivating and elegant choices is the emerald cut halo engagement ring. Combining a classic diamond cut with a modern setting, these rings offer a unique blend of sophistication and brilliance that stands the test of time.

What Makes the Emerald Cut Special?

The emerald cut is known for its distinctive rectangular shape, beveled corners, and step cuts that create a stunning "hall of mirrors" effect. Unlike other cuts that focus on sparkle, the emerald cut emphasizes clarity and depth, offering a unique, understated brilliance. This cut is perfect for those who appreciate a sophisticated and elegant aesthetic.

Key Features of the Emerald Cut

Rectangular Shape: The elongated shape of the emerald cut creates a slender, elegant look.

Step Cuts: The parallel facets create a unique interplay of light and shadow, emphasizing the clarity of the stone.

Beveled Corners: These add a touch of durability and a unique aesthetic appeal.

Enhancing the Beauty: The Halo Setting

The halo setting, a circle of smaller diamonds surrounding the center stone, adds an extra layer of brilliance and sophistication. This design not only amplifies the ring's sparkle but also makes the center stone appear larger. The halo setting complements the emerald cut beautifully, providing a striking contrast that highlights the stone's clarity and structure.

Benefits of the Halo Setting

Increased Brilliance: The surrounding diamonds enhance the overall sparkle of the ring.

Larger Appearance: The halo makes the center stone look larger, providing a more impressive appearance.

Versatility: The halo can be customized with different types of gemstones and metals, allowing for a personalized touch.

Why Choose an Emerald Cut Halo Engagement Ring?

Timeless Elegance: The emerald cut halo combination offers a classic look that never goes out of style.

Unique Brilliance: The combination of step cuts and a halo setting provides a unique sparkle that stands out.

Symbolic Significance: The clarity and depth of the emerald cut can symbolize the strength and transparency of your relationship, while the halo represents eternal love.

Personalizing Your Ring

One of the best aspects of choosing an emerald cut halo engagement ring is the ability to personalize it. Here are a few ways to make the ring uniquely yours:

Metal Choice: Select from white gold, yellow gold, rose gold, or platinum to match your style.

Gemstone Variety: While diamonds are classic, consider sapphires, emeralds, or other gemstones for the halo.

Engravings: Add a personal message inside the band to make the ring truly special.

Caring for Your Emerald Cut Halo Engagement Ring

To keep your ring looking its best, regular maintenance is essential. The open facets of the emerald cut can show dirt more easily, so clean your ring regularly. Here are a few tips:

Regular Cleaning: Use a gentle jewelry cleaner or a mix of mild soap and warm water.

Professional Inspections: Have your ring checked by a professional jeweler at least once a year to ensure the stones are secure.

Safe Storage: When not wearing your ring, store it in a soft cloth pouch or a jewelry box to prevent scratches.

Conclusion

An emerald cut halo engagement ring is more than just a beautiful piece of jewelry; it’s a timeless symbol of your unique love story. Whether you’re drawn to its vintage charm or modern elegance, this ring is sure to make your engagement unforgettable. Explore the stunning variety of emerald cut halo engagement rings and find the perfect one to celebrate your love. 💍

Feel free to share your thoughts or ask any questions about emerald cut halo engagement rings in the comments below!

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