#garnet stacking ring

[luxury-palace-jewelry]

Rhodolite Garnet Vintage Ring

[femmesbijoux]

[twistedkittyart]

Electroformed copper and garnet ring, this one is size 7.5. I also have some larger and smaller ones all with 1-3 garnets. Hopefully get these listed soon along with some other rings I am working on.

[tokkias]

something old, something new ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Though Lucy tries not to let herself live in the grief of losing her mother, there still lingers a hint of regret that she never got to meet Natsu. Or at least, that's what she thinks. The red string of fate seems to have a different story to tell. ao3

A soft cough passes through Lucy’s lips as dust sputters up into the air. It’s been a while since she’s been in this storage unit and the thin layer of grime that has built up on every surface shows it.

She’s not a hoarder, but the look of the unit, holding every single memory of her late mother that she could get her hands on might imply her to be one. She’s not, she’s just sentimental.

It’s hard to go through this stuff, but it’s harder to get rid of it, so it stays inside this unit. Today she has no intention of ridding herself of the burden of anything in here though, no, she has something much different in mind.

Lucy idly twists the ring on her left hand—a habit she’s picked up since the day that Natsu first got down on one knee. She’s not really a ring person so she’s not used to the way it feels on her finger yet. Natsu had told her that she didn’t have to wear it, that they could change it for something else, a necklace, a bracelet, perhaps, but she had staunchly refused. The ring was special, something he had put a lot of time and thought into. If she wasn’t a ring person, she would become one, just for this.

It’s nothing fancy, a simple gold band with a dazzling red garnet as the centrepiece. Red isn’t typically her colour, but it’s Natsu’s colour and she is his and he is hers so it only feels fitting.

Though she hasn’t stepped foot in here in many years, she still knows most of what makes up the mess. She knows her mother’s astronomy books are piled up in the left corner, right on top of her vast collection of fairy and folktales. Her jewellery, sparse of what’s left of it, sits in a box right next to her collection of dresses, both of which pique Lucy’s attention today.

With their wedding date inching closer each day, she’s in here looking for something that might constitute her something old to bring the memory of her beloved mother with her on what is soon to be the happiest day of her life.

She knows her mother would have loved Natsu and she knows he, in turn, would have loved her. It’s a thought she doesn’t like to dwell on for too long. Though knowing that at least one of her parents would have loved her life-partner is soothing to the soul, if she lingers for just a moment too long, it fills her with a deep sorrow that she often cannot contain. Knowing the fondness the two most important people in her life would have no doubt held for each other just makes it all the worse knowing that they would never meet, that though Layla lives on in Lucy’s heart and memory, that is all of her that she can share with Natsu—memories.

Before her thoughts can lead her any further astray, Lucy reminds herself of why she’s here. Weaving past boxes stacked across the floor, she makes her way to the back of the unit to find her mother’s jewellery.

Though she wasn’t one to flaunt their rather excessive wealth, Layla had procured a few pieces in her time. Most of them were lost to time and pawn shops upon the bankruptcy of the Heartfilia Konzern but there were still a few sentimental pieces that Lucy couldn’t bare to part with that remained in her possession. Several earrings, a few necklaces, a bracelet or two—hopefully one of which would lend itself to match the rest of her wedding ensemble.

As Lucy goes to retrieve the jewellery box, she’s stopped in her tracks when she finds a stack of photos sitting atop it. They’re not personal ones—all of her family photos now reside in Lucy’s apartment, rather, it’s a collection of school class photos. Before she had succumbed to her illness, Layla had been an elementary school teacher, a job that Lucy could not think suited better to anyone than her mother. She was full of love, kindness, compassion—everything you would want in someone who was raising a future generation of children. She had no doubt touched the lives of hundreds of students who passed through her classroom in her tenure.

A soft smile graced Lucy’s lips as she thought about it. Most of her students would no doubt be her age by now. She wonders if they still look fondly back on their time in Mrs. Heartfilia’s classroom. She hopes so. She hopes that her legacy lives on in the hearts of more than just her kin.

Unable to thwart her curiosity and sentimentality, Lucy picks up the stack and begins to flip through it.

She doesn’t expect to recognise anyone in the photos—Layla taught at a public school whereas Lucy found herself attending private school at her father’s insistence, so it’s mostly brief glances as she leafs through the images, watching the way her mother ages through each one.

Mostly, anyway.

There’s one image in particular that does manage to pique her interest. If she had spent even just a second less looking at the students in it, she’s certain she would have missed it altogether, but she doesn’t—she spots it out of the corner of her eye and she almost can’t believe what she’s seeing. Right there, next to her mother, is a familiar head of pink hair, one that she knows she would recognise anywhere, one that surely belongs to her beloved fiancé.

Lucy can’t do anything but sit and stare at it for a moment in disbelief.

Surely it can’t be him.

If her mother had taught her fiancé, she feels like that’s something that would have come up in conversation before now, but that messy pink hair combined with those lively dark eyes and that toothy Natsu grin that always had her tripping over her feet and words are the telltale signs that give him away.

Her eyes flick down to the names and what she has already figured out is confirmed when she sees the name Natsu Dragneel printed out at the bottom.

It feels like a prank, something too good to be true, but no, it’s real. It’s in print, in her hands, and as she runs her thumb across Natsu’s image, she knows that her eyes aren’t playing tricks. She doesn’t even realise she’s crying until her vision starts to fog up and the tears begin to land on the picture, rolling off the laminate and leaving a damp trail in its wake.

She doesn’t bother going through what she came here for, barely even remembering to grab it on her way out, her attention instead captured only by the photo in her hand.

“Natsu!” She calls out into the apartment, class photo in hand. “Natsu!”

Her cries draw his attention up from his lunch and she doesn’t give him any explanation before she thrusts the picture into his hands. He glances up at her in confusion for a moment, finding her looking expectantly back at him which prompts him to give it a better look.

“Where did you get this,” he asks, brows furrowed in confusion as he finally realises what it is.

“I found it in mama’s storage unit,” Lucy explains.

He looks up at her, then back down at the photo, then up at her again, and she can see the gears turning in his head as he begins to put the pieces together. His mouth drops open as he seemingly struggles to come up with a coherent response but Lucy doesn’t need one. She’s so overcome with joy over this new revelation that simply sharing it with him is enough for her.

She had already mourned the loss of her mother once, then again as she mourned the fact that she and Natsu would never meet. Now, she realises that the red string of fate that winds around her finger has always led back to him, as though her very own mother had sent him to her from her space now amongst the stars.

“You’re Mrs. Heartfilia’s daughter,” he finally manages to say, a hint of disbelief tainting his voice.

He holds up the class photo as if to look at her and her mother side-by-side, comparing them as though to see if it’s real. She’s been told that she’s the spitting image of her mother, but given how young Natsu must have been when she taught him, she doesn’t blame him for not realising it until now.

“Man,” he breathes as he finally puts the photo down before breaking out into a grin. “She was the best.”

Lucy laughs, her heart swallowed with an insurmountable joy that she’s certain words will never adequately convey. She imagines a rowdy child Natsu running around her mother’s classroom, she imagines scribbled drawings of dragons and fire scrawled with crayon filling up Layla’s desk. It gives her a sense of closure that she had never even thought possible until now.

She beams up at Natsu, her heart full as she embraces him, burying her face in his chest. As his arms slip around her, she’s able to make peace knowing the tie between her something old and her something new.

[brooklynislandgirl]

3-5 THINGS YOUR CHARACTER CAN BE IDENTIFIED BY.

01. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

I. Love II. Kindness III. Envy IV. Timidity V. Exhaustion

02. COLOURS. I. Purple II. Forest Green III. Garnet IV. Sea-glass blue V. Rust 03. SCENTS.

I. Sweet cinnamon II. Coconut and ʻawapuhi III. Brow sugar IV. Plumeria {Lei flower} V. Blood 04. FASHION. I. Scrubs and lab coat, crocks or sneakers II. broom skirts, knee length cardigans, tank-tops III. Designer gowns and heels IV. Whimsical earrings, stacked bangle bracelets, multiple rings V. Bikinis or wet suits, bare feet

05. OBJECTS. I. Variety of surfboards II. Knitting needles and yarn III. Emergency/Trauma kit IV. Coffee mug V. Knives

06.BODY LANGUAGE. I. Blinks that do not fully close, consistent eye contact/lip reading II. Shy smiles, sometimes hidden behind her hand III. Biting the corner of her lip IV. Gentle touches emphasising words V. Slight limp at the end of the day.

07. AESTHETICS.

I. Sea endlessly caressing the shore and swelling waves II. Wild growing old forests and bird song III. Candles, crystals, tarot cards, wands IV. Busy urban emergency room V. Bloody hands and mouths

~*~ Tagged by: my lovely friend @triicksters, mahalo!hun Tagging: Ride it like you stole it, and tag me back!

[antiquariusv]

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[bokatan]

♔♔■ for all 3

[ character appearance meme ]

♔ How does your character usually dress for a fancy event?

Mercy’s going all in with whatever nice prewar styled dress she has. If it’s just formalwear then she’d probably go with something darker colored with a tea length swing skirt & either off the shoulder or portrait collar. If it’s super formal, she’d likely go with something floor length and more form fitting- this one would likely have some lace accents somewhere.

Reed would be completely lost if a dress uniform isn’t an option. Delta would also probably be a bit lost given that they just 1: don’t have much exposure to that type of event and 2: don’t really put much effort into clothes to begin with

♔ What (if any) jewelry does your character usually wear?

Mercy’s the only one that regularly wears jewelry- she typically wears an assortment of stacked rings and ring splints, and sometimes earrings or a necklace. She pretty much always wears a garnet ring on a chain with her holotags. She also picks up a habit of wearing mildly irradiated jewelry- she frequently wears a ring with a vaseline glass ‘gem’, she picks up enamel & cloisonné rings, gold and she sometimes wears blue topaz and other gems & metals that have been irradiated in some manner.

■ How thin/heavy is your character compared to their peers?

Mercy: She overall has a pretty average build. She's 5'3" and I'd say probably around 130-140lbs- she's not especially athletic, but she's pretty solid and looks like she could hold her own in a fight.

Delta: They have an extremely similar build to Mercy, but they're a little bit leaner and more athletic. They're also 5'3" and likely around 130-140lbs.

Reed: This varies a bit on which peers- I'd say he's probably a bit more athletic & muscular compared to the other Railroad agents, but he's pretty lean compared to other Brotherhood officers. He's 5'9" and probably around 170-180lbs, he's pretty fit but he's all lean muscle rather than bulk.

[sugarhillpark]

.....okay i tried to resist. i'm in your walls. talk to me about wallllls <3 <3 <#

Happy very late Birthday and Valentine’s day babe. ❤️I am giving you three snippets as requested when we last talked, with the requested Peterick in them, and I even tried hard to stack ones that kinda matched up and are chronological because I love you. And I know two thirds of these don’t constitute anything close to ‘snippets’ because I'm a no-good hooligan.

You know what Walls is about but for anyone reading in the back: post-divorce Panic! fic where Ryan and Brendon and the people around them navigate the thorns of the past after Ryan spontaneously appears at Brendon’s door years later.

Under the cut lovely 🌹

Brendon watches the girl make her way down the cobblestone path, the red enamel rose on her navel ring glinting like a garnet in the sun as she tugs down Ryan’s traded shirt. He heaves himself out of his awkward crouch position once she’s vanished from view. Brendon makes a face at the loud crack of his back in the hot silence as he stands among the dead orchids and the fading smell of weed. He hates how sore his shoulders are after the long drive here as he edges out of the greenhouse and thinks about the flat stomach of that girl, tanned and adolescent against the wine bottles on Ryan’s sofa.

1.

Ryan’s hand is curled around the hem of the grey t-shirt he swapped with her as Brendon approaches him on the path, knuckles pink against the fabric and nudging his hip. Ryan doesn’t acknowledge his presence as Brendon comes to face him, passive gaze on the gravel.

“So why did you have my t-shirt?” Brendon asks flatly.

Ryan looks up, startled.

“It’s a grey t-shirt,” he says, but his face is flushed and he folds his arms across his chest the way he always had when he was caught out. Brendon rolls his eyes.

“No. I wore that shirt as a pyjama top on the Circus tour and I fucked you in it once. Then I thought I lost it, but then you wore it that time we were hanging with Pete by his bus. And I was going down on you and fingering you that night and then…” Brendon shoves down a wave of self-pity at images of Ryan spooned up against him all night and breathing softly, spit on his grey t-shirt and sleep crusting on his lashes. “And then I lost it again,” he finishes.

Ryan stares at him, brown eyes wide and flush deep along the column of his throat. He arches an eyebrow.

“You have a pretty great memory of what you did with your fingers like seven years ago,” he says dryly. “Why do you know all that?”

“You know why I remember you, Ryan!” Brendon snaps, and then palms at the sweat on the nape of his neck, embarrassed. “Why didn’t you want her to take that shirt, anyway?” he sneers. “Is that like a personal trophy?”

 “You understand I have all the same awards and shit as you do from like five years of my life, if I wanted a trophy, right?” Ryan snaps. “You love to forget about the part where I was in our band.” Ryan looks so pretty, skin pink against the cotton grey and brown eyes flashing in anger under the sun. Brendon thinks about the peace on Ryan’s face asleep in his arms that night over half a decade ago. He suddenly wants to go home.

“No, I don’t,” Brendon says slowly. “Whatever. Tell your ex-girlfriend thanks for the weed,” he adds as he turns around and walks down the path.

“Brendon,” Ryan lets out on a frustrated breath. Brendon ignores him, crunching over the sand-coloured gravel and picturing Z’s dreamy hand-writing on the side of the one living orchid pot. It hurts.

“I’ll post you like fifty grey t-shirts. Since apparently you’re fucking destitute of grey shirts now or something. I guess the one you took without asking’s a present now too.”

“Brendon could you please stop,” Ryan tries. His voice falters and Brendon pauses on the cobblestone he’s standing on and looks at what looks like some kind of stumpy palm tree beside him. A lot of the plants around him look like Ryan wasn’t sure what was meant to belong there.

“What?”

“That night after we were with Pete outside the Fall Out Boy bus. After we,” Ryan clears his throat with a strange, anxious sound, “had sex. You were humming a Britney Spears song.”

Brendon turns around and stares at him in astonishment. Ryan looks at him for a moment, cocking his head like he’s reading his face and then taking tentative steps down the path towards him.

“You were humming against my neck. What song was that?” he asks as he reaches Brendon.

“It was ‘Lucky’,” Brendon tells him without time to process if he wants to. Ryan smiles, cracked lips full from where Brendon kissed them in the greenhouse.

“What: no petty, asshole comment about that?”

Ryan’s shoulders sag and he twists his hand in the grey fabric at his stomach.

“Ask me again why I still had your t-shirt.”

“Fuck you, Ryan.”

Ryan looks up at a bird passing overhead that looks like it might be a hawk. For a moment he looks like he wants to be far away too, hungover and vulnerable with half of his face in the sun. Brendon sighs and lifts his fingertips to touch the part of Ryan’s lips where they’re a darker pink in the shadow. Ryan closes his eyes.

“I remember you too.”

2.

“I almost kissed Ryan today.”

Pete feels Patrick’s breath catch at his back and his arm shift around him as Patrick shuffles on the bed the way he does when he’s anxious. What Patrick doesn’t do is stop holding Pete. It makes Pete feel more loved and more like hot garbage than he did ten seconds ago.

“So that coffee really escalated fast,” Patrick starts cautiously after Pete doesn’t say anything. “That really- that got out of hand quickly,” he stammers out with an anxious laugh. Pete’s heart swells and he wants to turn in his arms and kiss that guarded laugh out of Patrick’s lungs. He loves the fact that Patrick is trying to make a bad Anchorman reference right now so hard it gives him chest pains.

“That line goes the other way around. That got out of hand fast.” Patrick takes another breath at Pete’s shoulder and Pete adds, “I didn’t kiss him. I thought about it, though.”

Pete feels Patrick’s entire frame relax around him.

“Ah, so I have to apologise to you for almost kissing the girl at the florist today because I thought she was cute, right?”

Pete shakes his head, staring ahead at the wall he knows he’s facing in the dark.

“That’s not the same.”

Patrick chuckles.

“Are you saying I have no game? Because we can’t all have your looks, but I can be pretty charming,” he teases, placing a warm, wet kiss on Pete’s neck. Pete doesn’t respond to the touch, static and staring ahead in Patrick’s arms. It’s not that he doesn’t want the way that Patrick’s hand is sneaking around his hip. It’s that Patrick is so good, and Pete hasn’t earned that today. “Come on, girls think my awkwardness is hot,” Patrick jokes. He squeezes his hand around Pete’s hip and Pete exhales.

“You know what I meant.”

“Okay…” Patrick says. He takes his hand away and his voice changes as he realises Pete’s taking this seriously. “That’s fair; you guys have a history. I understand that my odds of hooking up with our florist aren’t so great. What I don’t understand is you wanting to punish yourself for anything you thought about doing.” Patrick kisses the crest of Pete’s back, more gentle this time. “We’ve talked about that.”

Pete nods in the dark. Pete doesn’t mention the part where he thinks Ryan is the reason that didn’t happen, not him. He thinks about Ryan’s back pressed against the bathroom wall next to the roaring hand dryer, Ryan’s annoyed brown eyes and Ryan’s hot breath on his face. The closeness accidental but the sugar on his breath slamming into Pete’s blood like Pete’s hips used to slam into Ryan.

“I love my flowers,” Pete croaks. “Thank you, ’Trick.”

“You’re so welcome,” Patrick murmurs, tugging Pete closer so Pete’s lower back is pressed against the softness of his belly. “You’re way hotter than the florist.” Patrick rests his hand on Pete’s abs now, thumb stroking along the muscle. It’s like he’s uncertain if he should go back to giving Pete more sexual attention, but he’s making sure to present that option. Patrick hadn’t seemed like he was after sex tonight when he came into bed, wearing a faded Simpsons t-shirt and bright blue boxers and turning off the lamp as he lay down.

Maybe Patrick thinks it’s his job to make Pete come now, if Pete wants that. Because Pete always wants to crawl inside Patrick when his perfect life gets too hard. Pete’s eyes water.

“Patrick?” Pete whispers.

“Hey,” Patrick says softly.

“Am I bad?”

3.

“Look, it’s alright,” Pete says. He crouches down in front of Ryan, hopeful as he pushes his handful of wet grey fabric forward above Ryan’s lap. “Baking soda and vinegar, right? It’s almost all come away already. It’s alright.”

Ryan’s head is still hanging forward on his neck, shoulders pressing in over his thin frame on his knees on the floor. He slowly takes the t-shirt out of Pete’s hands and looks at the faded pink mark where Pete soaked and scrubbed at the wine stain. Ryan’s knuckles turn pink as he squeezes and Pete watches the water soak Ryan’s thighs.

“You’re alright,” Pete tries, and Ryan looks up at him like his awareness of Pete’s presence lapsed. Ryan shivers. Pete touches his wet leg and then takes his hand back, face burning.

[tears-of-amber]

Blessed Winter Solstice! Here Are Some Of The Crystals I’m Working With Today:

1. Red Garnet

Today I’m using red garnet (a tumbled stone and two bracelets) to empower my intentions of starting fresh on this beautiful beginning of Yule! It truly is a great stone for renewal and vitality, so I associate it heavily with the Winter Solstice energy, as well as the energies of winter months in general. Here is a video by one of my fav YouTubers that explains more of the properties of red garnet!

2. Clear Quartz

This crystal reminds me of ice, and the Norse rune Isa. I love how it amplifies the energy of the other stones I’m using (in this case red garnet), and also connects me to my spiritual guides and the gods with its pure vibes. I’m wearing it in the form of a bracelet, stacked with my red garnet bracelets so it amplifies those renewing intentions and helps me embrace this solstice. Here is a video that explains more about clear quartz and it’s metaphysical properties:

3. White Opal

I’m currently wearing my favorite white opal ring my abuela gifted me when I was a kid. For some reason my hands haven’t grown very much since I was that younger so it still fits me perfectly! I love the energies of white Ethiopian opal because (like it’s flashy surface) it brings out all the best colors in the wearer’s personality. It also helps me be wiser with the choices I make, bringing clarity to each choice and it’s consequences. It’s definitely a stone with a bad reputation and some people will say you can only wear it if you’re an October baby (which I’m not). But I’ve work this ring for almost five years and it’s been nothing but beautiful in its energy and I’d even consider it lucky! It works well with clear quartz and red garnet because while the garnet is renewing my energy and the clear quartz is amplifying all the good vibes, white opal is helping me recognize my inner beauty! If you want to know more about the properties of opal, here is a link to a video that explains it!

Thanks for reading! Please comment what crystals you like to work with during the Winter Solstice, or if you feel connected to the energy of the crystals I mentioned above!

-Velvet Rose

[rosecjewelsshop]

Natural Garnet Three Row Full Eternity Ring

Elevate your wedding ensemble with the brilliance of this Wedding Band, adorned with shimmering Round Shape Garnet delicately set in a Prong Setting. Versatile in its design, this Stackable Wedding Ring can be worn alone for a minimalist look or stacked with other rings for a personalized style statement.

[oprata]

10 Stylish Silver Rings for Women: Elevate Your Look with Timeless Elegance

Introduction:

Silver rings have long been cherished for their versatility and timeless appeal. Whether you're dressing up for a special occasion or adding a touch of sophistication to your everyday attire, silver rings offer a perfect blend of elegance and affordability. In this blog post, we'll explore ten stylish silver rings for women that will elevate your look and help you make a statement effortlessly.

Sterling Silver Infinity Knot Ring: The infinity knot symbolizes eternal love and unity, making it a meaningful choice for both everyday wear and special occasions. Crafted from high-quality sterling silver, this ring features intricate detailing and a polished finish that adds a touch of sophistication to any outfit.

Silver Filigree Band Ring: Featuring delicate filigree detailing, this silver band ring exudes vintage charm and timeless elegance. Whether worn alone or stacked with other rings, its intricate design adds a touch of romance to your look, making it perfect for both casual and formal wear.

Gemstone Accent Silver Ring: For a pop of color and sparkle, opt for a silver ring adorned with a vibrant gemstone accent. Whether you prefer the rich hues of amethyst, the fiery brilliance of garnet, or the serene beauty of turquoise, there's a gemstone ring to suit every style and personality.

Minimalist Silver Stacking Rings: Create your own unique look by mixing and matching minimalist silver stacking rings. Whether you prefer sleek, plain bands or dainty designs embellished with tiny crystals or pearls, stacking rings allow you to express your individual style with ease.

Boho-Chic Silver Feather Ring: Channel your inner free spirit with a boho-chic silver feather ring. Symbolizing freedom, courage, and spirituality, the feather motif adds a touch of whimsy to your look, making it perfect for festival season or casual outings with friends.

Art Deco-Inspired Silver Cocktail Ring: Make a bold statement with an art deco-inspired silver cocktail ring. Featuring geometric shapes, intricate patterns, and dazzling cubic zirconia accents, these statement rings add a touch of old Hollywood glamour to any ensemble.

Personalized Silver Name Ring: Add a personal touch to your jewelry collection with a custom-made silver name ring. Whether you choose to engrave your own name, a loved one's name, or a meaningful word or phrase, a personalized ring is a thoughtful and unique accessory that you'll cherish for years to come.

Nature-Inspired Silver Leaf Ring: Bring a touch of the outdoors to your jewelry collection with a nature-inspired silver leaf ring. Whether crafted to resemble delicate foliage or bold, statement-making leaves, these rings celebrate the beauty of the natural world and add a touch of organic elegance to your look.

Vintage-Inspired Silver Signet Ring: Embrace classic elegance with a vintage-inspired silver signet ring. Featuring intricate engraving and a timeless silhouette, these rings add a touch of old-world charm to both casual and formal attire, making them a versatile addition to any jewelry collection.

Silver Claddagh Ring: Symbolizing love, loyalty, and friendship, the Claddagh ring is a beloved Irish tradition that makes a meaningful gift for yourself or a loved one. Featuring a distinctive design with heart, hands, and crown motifs, a silver Claddagh ring is a timeless symbol of enduring love and friendship.

Conclusion:

Whether you prefer sleek and modern designs or vintage-inspired styles, silver rings offer a versatile and affordable way to accessorize any outfit. From minimalist stacking rings to bold statement pieces, there's a silver ring to suit every style and occasion. Explore our curated selection and add a touch of timeless elegance to your jewelry collection today.

[alltimefashion01]

Unveiling the Top 10 Trending Couples Wedding Rings in 2023: A Sparkling Affair of Garnet Jewelry

In the domain of marital delight, the trading of wedding bands represents an association of hearts, a commitment of timeless love, and a statement of deep rooted responsibility. As 2023 unfurls, couples overall are embracing one of a kind and popular styles as they continued looking for the ideal image of their adoration. Among the plenty of choices, garnet jewelry, especially garnet rings, arises as a leader in capturing the pith of sentiment and refinement. We should dig into the best 10 moving couples wedding bands of 2023, where the charm of garnet becomes the dominant focal point.

Exemplary Solitaire Tastefulness: Exemplary never becomes unfashionable. The immortal charm of a solitaire garnet ring, set in brilliant platinum or gold, stays a perpetual #1 among couples looking for downplayed tastefulness and complexity. Its effortlessness permits the blazing brightness of the garnet to become the overwhelming focus, representing the virtue and power of their adoration.

Rare Charm: Enlivened by the sentiment of past periods, classic style garnet rings are getting back in the game in 2023. Complicated filigree plans, milgrain specifying, and resplendent settings bring out a feeling of wistfulness and appeal, making these rings an image of immortal sentiment and enduring affection.

Also Read: Top 10 Peridot Jewelry Styles

Workmanship Deco Stylish: Diverting the plushness and excitement of the Craftsmanship Deco time, garnet rings enhanced with mathematical examples, strong lines, and unpredictable balance are capturing the hearts of present day couples in 2023. With their striking plans and intense style, these rings say something of singularity and refined taste.

Nature-enlivened Joys: Nature sweethearts celebrate as nature-propelled garnet rings become the dominant focal point in 2023. From sensitive botanical themes to eccentric leaf plans, these rings commend the excellence and congruity of the regular world, filling in as a sign of the couple's adoration sprouting like a blooming blossom.

Stackable Wonder: Embracing the pattern of stackable rings, couples are settling on garnet rings that can be blended and coordinated with different gemstones and groups to make customized and dynamic looks. Whether worn alone or stacked together, these flexible rings mirror the couple's interesting bond and shared venture.

Bohemian Sentiment: Imbued with a feeling of unique appeal and bohemian charm, garnet rings with natural shapes, rural surfaces, and crude gemstones are capturing the hearts of capricious couples in 2023. With their hearty allure and unusual energy, these rings epitomize the couple's audacious and untamed love.

Moderate Wonders: Toning it down would be ideal with regards to moderate garnet rings, which are acquiring notoriety among couples who value clean lines, smooth plans, and downplayed magnificence. With their easy effortlessness and refined polish, these rings represent the couple's obligation to an existence of straightforwardness and congruity.

Custom Manifestations: For couples who hunger for uniqueness and selectiveness, specially crafted garnet rings offer a customized and significant method for communicating their affection. From integrating birthstones to etching significant images or messages, these customized manifestations mirror the couple's common history, values, and dreams.

Representative Stackables: Stackable garnet rings decorated with emblematic themes like hearts, vastness images, or Celtic bunches hold unique importance for couples, addressing everlasting affection, solidarity, and association. Layered with importance and opinion, these rings act as steady tokens of the couple's bond and commitment.

Present day Monochrome: Embracing the pattern of monochrome tastefulness, couples are choosing garnet rings set in smooth black metal like black gold or oxidized silver. With their striking difference and contemporary allure, these cutting edge works of art reclassify customary ideas of wedding jewelry, mirroring the couple's strong and vanguard style.

Also Read: Garnet Engagement Ring According to Zodiac Sign

All in all, the year 2023 messengers a renaissance of sentiment and complexity in the realm of couples wedding bands, with garnet jewelry ruling as an image of adoration, enthusiasm, and responsibility. Whether embracing immortal works of art, rare roused marvelousness, or contemporary stylish, couples are spoilt for decision with regards to finding the ideal garnet ring to praise their association and set out on an excursion of never-ending love.

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Triggers/ foreword: loud, most ethnic, language, partial nudity, Video lyrics

N-dubz {papa, wouldn’t you, better not waste my time}, Ayumi Hamasaki {real me, surreal, appears, fairyland, bluebird, ourselves, microphone, november, [moon returns], sending meil, like a doll, lelio, rainbow, rule, my name’s women, is this love? Song 4 u, ladies’ night, about you, nextlevel, dearest, game, mirrorcle world, heaven, inspire, do it again, I dreamed a dream, step you, bold & delicious, unite 

Samurai Champloo shiki no uta, Origa rise, inner universe [(fatty bean)], Goldie inner city life, M-flo play it again, After School first love, Koda Kumi run, candy

Seyi Shey irawo, murda, Psquare, Flavour, Nato C, Wizkid, Justine Skye, Leona Lewis summertime, collide, I see you, Beyonce green light, formation, signs, pretty hurts, sweet dreams, single ladies, get me bodied, 7-11, ring the alarm, halo, flaws, countdown, run the world, if I were a boy, haunted, Yonce, upgrade U, diva, Lil Mix wings,The Saturdays all fired up, hero, Brooke Candy FMU, nymph, paper or plastic, happy days, rubber band stacks, study in duality

Dorian Electra egdelord, f the world, Azealia Banks chasing time, 212, Anna Wintour, big big beat, harlem shake, atm jam, miss camaraderie, fierce, atlantis, 

miss amour, count contessa, no problems, heavy metal & reflective, running, 1991, Kerli army of love, diamond hard, walking on air, feral hearts, Allie X prime, bitch, simon says, catch my breath, old habits die hard, it’s not so bad in LA, Miss A breathe,

hush hush, AoA bing bing, good luck, 4Minute crazy, CL the baddest female, Jessi gucci, nunu nana, Hyuna how’s that, bubble pop, nabillera, Gfriend fingertip, Kara step it up,//

mama mia, lion heart, Hitomi Shimatani perseus, garnet moon, papillon, Boards of Canada roygbiv, Bjork it’s in our hands, it’s oh so quiet, 

pagan poetry, where is the line, cocoon, oceania, play dead, army of me, big time sensuality, I miss you, possibly maybe, isobel, human behaviour

Mondo Grosso labyrinth, CL lifted, 2NE1 I hate you, I love you, come back home, I am the best, fire, can’t nobody, gotta be you, AoA like a cat

Hilary Duff coming clean, with love, fly, sparks, Dua Lipa we’re good, Sugarcubes birthday, Destiny’s Child survivor, lose my breath, soldier, Lily Allen smile, the fear, The Ting tings that’s not my name

The Yeah Yeahs heads will roll, The Veronicas hook me up, popular, lolita, take me on the floor, this love, Escape the sound let’s go, Lorn anvil, acid rain

Elliphant love you better, still getting younger, spoon me, (ft. MO )one more, “ lean on, kamikaze, Grimes genesis, idoru, world princess, butterfly, california, 

delete forever, scream, Mia hungrigez hertz, MIA hombre, XR2, world town, jimmy, 10 dollar, 20 dollar, Wynter Gordon (ft. FloRida )sugar, stimela, levitate, believer, Diana “ woman, thank you /

Men Without Hats safety dance, Sade soldier of love, paradise, cherish the day, moon & stars, The Third Realm dance like you wanna die, kiss of the scorpion, invitation to hell, 

forever, IAMX stardust, Sirius neon dominion, Ludovico technique dead inside, absence, deeper into you, potential, heal my scars, beyond therapy, wasting, Shiv-r devil’s night, alpha omega, Psychlon 9 parasitic, as you sleep, 

Vanessa Hudgens sneakernight, baby come back, Lionbabe fire, Jetta electrify, ABRA fruit, Kilo Kish, The Internet girl, Doja Cat streets, Vegas, beautiful, nunchucks,  Lola Munroe overtime, Exodus 23, you a jerk, Allie & AJ potential breakup song, like whoa, rush, 

Ghost little sunshine, cirice, square hammer, he is, Lana Del Rey doin time, kill kill, venice bitch, chemtrails over the country club, hit & run, video game, black beauty, high by the beach, diet mountain dew, yayo, swan song, say yes to heaven, Marina & the Diamonds immortal, teen idle, the outsider, 

fear & loathing, valley of the dolls, I’m not a robot, mowgli’s trail, handmade heaven, blue, solitaire, family jewels, hermit the frog, superstar, Mo Cheddah ko ma roll, Solange tony, losing you, cranes in the sky, 

Tinashe aquarius, bet on it, cold sweat, cold sweat, bated breath, party favours, Beach Boys good vibrations, The Pretty Reckless you, miss nothing, medicine, Kalafina magia, 

Birthday Massacre superstition, goodnight, blue, looking glass, Ayria gun song, Okilly Dokilly white wine spritzer, New Years’ Day gangsta [(Kehlani cover)], Nightclub show it to me, your addiction, Nuages dreams, Gunship dark all day, 

Nicki Minaj your love, chun-li, barbie tings, pills & potions, superbass, right thru me, Madonna jump, (ft. MIA & Nicki Minaj )give me all your luvin’, la isla bonita, Charli XCX boom clap, you (ha ha ha), 

party 4 u, 1999, (ft. Iggy Azalea )fancy, Zheani lulu, lava, Rina Sawayama xs, comme des garcons, Bassnectar future, dota, The Noisettes love power, that girl, cheap thrills, Shingai coming home 

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[winter-literature]

Le Chat Et Le Serpent - Chapter 27

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamy" moments.

Chapter Summary:

The final chapter in part 2!!

Lila and Felix have discovered a new edge to use against the miraculous footage. Emelie stands up to Gabriel. Adrien and Luka start work to complete an arduous task.

In the second part I couldn't get the song "Won't Back Down" out of my head (hence the title of the chapter) - the headings aren't thematic with the song, but the fact that everyone is pushing forward. Fighting for what they believe is the right thing to do.

Chapter 27: Won't Back Down

Preparing for Battle

Volpina sneered as she threw the mandarin ball towards a suited up Felix. It gently brushed his collar before diligently returning to her open hand. “Fetch.” 

The Butterfly Miraculous flew from Felix’s chest, dragging Nooroo through the air with it. 

“It worked!” No longer having Felix’s power to maintain Volpina, Lila stood wearing only the Dog suit. She fist bumped the air as she danced in a circle. 

Felix’s face was flat as he took the jewel back from her. “Good work, Lila. Now all we need to do is make sure we’re able to get it on our next target.” The orange glow from Lila’s detransformation highlighted his pensive state. 

“Which you’re of course going to make me do.” Lila’s face scrunched as if she had smelt rotten milk. 

Felix tsked towards her. “Of course. You bitch about my own capabilities, yet you can barely send out a butterfly. Do what you do best, find someone to piss off.” 

Lila rolled her eyes as she passed back the Dog Miraculous. “I don’t understand why we don’t just go after Luka, or Nino!” She jetted her hand towards the board. 

Felix repressed the urge to lash out against her. Clicking his jaw, he instead chose to stand before their detective work. “Because we aren’t certain if Adrien is Chat Noir, or who has the rings.” 

“Oh!” The mention of the rings triggered the memory of the photos she captured at the restaurant. “Look at these.” 

Lila made Felix’s skin crawl, but she continued to prove her usefulness times over. If she had left him to fend for himself, he likely would have been found, or know nothing of Adrien’s worsening reactions to the rings. Eagerly, he grabbed her burner phone to inspect the photos. The elation that coursed through him evaporated as the content of the pictures sunk in.  

Lila, or in her disguise at the time Liam, had lifted up the lid of the garbage can to get a proper view of the wreckage within. There were mounds of multi-shaded blood stains; dark chunks of clots rested on garnet and scarlett towels. Nooroo’s voluminous gasp alleviated Felix from the responsibility of formulating a response. 

“Ugh, you’re so dramatic, Nooroo!” Lila sighed at the horrified Kwami.

Ignoring Lila, Felix turned towards Nooroo. “Have you seen this before? Is it normal for there to be that much?” He purposefully evaded the key descriptive word, knowing that it would force him to reimagine the image that seared into his head. 

Nooroo drearily shook their head. “Bleeds like this were rare. A similar one ended with Adrien in the hospital.”

Biting his lip, Felix internally cursed the rings. There was no excuse for the Agreste’s to treat this amount of loss with a blasé attitude. “People lose less blood when they get shot. What caused this?”

“The most severe losses I saw were either from conflicting demands or when Adrien fought the order with all his might.” Nooroo informed Felix, to the maximum of their capabilities. 

“Hmmm…” Felix returned to a contemplative state. Still lacking the courage to see the gruesome stack of blood, he flipped a few photos back before looking at the phone again. There were several photos documenting the dinner outing. “Logically, the ring holder was at this table then?” 

Nooroo was silent; the fact that each patron was a holder inhibited them from saying nearly anything besides commenting on their surface appearance. If Nooroo confirmed or denied the possibility of one of them wearing the ring; any comment could lead Felix and Lila to focus on how the return of the Miraculous’ to the Guardian occurred, or worse, who was on each side of the transaction. 

Barkk peered at the picture, immediately recognizing the holders within the frame. She gave a distressed glance towards Nooroo, but Nooroo warned her with a stilled face. 

Felix took the Kawmi’s silence as confirmation, knowing that they could not provide information that may endanger Miraculous holders. Either Marinette or Luka holds the ring. And either Adrien is really fighting what they tell him… or someone is crossing over rules that Gabriel already left in place…

Felix connected the phone to their printer so they could add the photos to their recon board. He tacked their outing into the rings’ section of the board. If they can’t say anything, is it more likely that it’s Luka? Since he’s a Miraculous holder? Or have we not been looking close enough at Marinette Dupain-Cheng? His thoughts were projected as he pinned Marinette under the ‘possibly Ladybug’ section. 

“You don’t really think that rat could be Ladybug?” Lila scoffed as Felix underlined her photo. 

“I think… it’s a lead worth following.” Felix observed the Kwamis to see if they would provide any tells, but they were careful to stay stoic. “Lila, one of these two is wearing my family’s ring. I need you to figure out who.” 

“Do you think it’s Luka?” Lila didn’t work to mask her excitement. “Think about all the kinky stuff you could do wearing one of those rings!” 

This time, Felix did not refrain from lashing out against the girl. As he massaged his reddened hand, his eyes leered into her.  “They should never be used by anyone other than Adrien or I.” 

Assenting to his command, she meekly nodded. 

“Plus,” Felix continued, “it would be more convoluted if it was Luka. When you mix a Miraculous with the power of the rings things become more… difficult.” 

One Life for Another's

The dawn sun crept through the kitchen windows as Emelie timidly tapped her mug. With each step that echoed through the house, she took another sip. Considering the amount of staff signing in to begin their shifts, she was already on her third latte. Even with the triple dose of espresso her movements were languid, she hadn’t slept a wink. The bottom remnants of her drink dribbled against her tongue as the steps she dreaded made their way into the kitchen. 

“Why didn’t you come to bed, Emelie?” His voice was chilly as he poured himself coffee from the freshly filled pot. 

She normally despised that he wouldn’t face her while he scolded, but at this moment, it was easier to speak to his back than to his face. “I asked Adrien to leave with me last night.” 

His knuckles whitened as he set the pot back on the element. His growling voice met her before his seething glare did. “And what did he say?” 

Emelie watched the caramel flecks swimming in the droplets of milk that had not quite made it out of her mug. “He didn’t want to leave you. Said that it would hurt you too much.” 

Gabriel pushed her chin up, so that she was forced to face his intimidating stature. “How dare you ask him to do such a thing. I’ll make sure you never have that opportunity again.” The tapping of the ring against the marble indicated his intentions. 

“You can’t! That is not what the rings are meant for. They are to keep him safe, not for totalitarian control!” Emelie stood to convey that she would not back down. 

“How dare you speak to me in this way!” His elevated voice enlarged his presence. “I have given you everything a wife could ask for. Yet you stealth behind my back to attempt to steal  my own flesh and blood from me. He is more my son than yours!” 

Emelie’s face deepened into a crimson tone as fury built within her stomach. She may not have bore Adrien, but she was more of a parent to the boy than Gabriel had been for years. Instead of dwelling on the childish blow, she focused on her ‘gifted’ life. “Remember that you would not be here without my family’s fortune. Your name may be on the face of the company, but it was built by Graham De Vanily.” 

Gabriel’s hand raised in a warning. His abuse had only recently crossed the line of physical, at least in regards to herself. Emelie wanted to leave before those hands grew heavier. 

“I will give him my ring, the ring that he is destined to hold, and your orders will never control him again! The ones you’ve reinforced for years will start to weaken as soon as it slips around his finger.” Her stance stumbled as she threatened him. Her nostrils flared, in anger towards Gabriel, and to her own weakened state. 

Nathalie, who had been attending to the last minutes of the argument from around the corner, broke her halted position. Hastily, she fled upstairs to grab the Peacock Miraculous. Running her finger along the crack, she doubted her proposed actions. Should I stand in? Emelie is too weak to use this again. She already pushed herself too many times with it. But Emelie asked me to support Gabriel, to offer no indication of thwarted plans. Ugh…I’ll just bring it down and let her decide. 

With the Miraculous hidden within her fist, she furtively sprinted towards the scene. Pausing, she spied Gabriel as he confidently began his march towards Adrien’s room. Creeping around the corner into the kitchen, she found Emelie sobbing against the countertop, too powerless to intervene. 

“Emelie.” Nathalie’s voice was firm as she held out the Miraculous. “I might be able to stop him.” 

The waterfalls upon Emelie’s face dammed as she analysed the jewel in Nathalie’s hand. Using the counter's edge to guide her, she reached towards the brooch. “I know what to do.” 

Concerned over her state, Nathalie tried to refuse. “Please, just tell me, I will do it so you don’t have to.” 

Emelie’s fingers coiled around the Miraculous. “No, I have to do this. I need to fix what I’ve broken.” 

Nathalie mournfully agreed, it was Emelie’s choice. 

“Emelie! What are you doing? Are you okay?” Duusu was immediately perturbed by Emelie’s trembling state. 

“Duusu,” Emelie forced the words from her throat, “Spread my feathers.” 

Gabriel had reached the family portrait at the top of the stairs when something flickered before him. 

What are you up to Emelie? He tapped his own Miraculous in preparation. There were spots of scarlett along the floor, leading away from the direction of Adrien’s room. Gritting his teeth, he resumed his direction, but was thwarted by a familiar voice.

“Dad?” It was undoubtedly Adrien’s voice, but it carried a higher pitch than what the boy had grown into. Unable to fight the soft beckon, he followed it. 

A lime coloured helmet teetered along the floor as the blood trail grew thicker. A rhythmic spinning of a bicycle wheel echoed through the hall. “Dad?” The voice repeated.

Bile and tears fought to break free as Gabriel walked into the set that Emelie had created for him. A young Adrien lay on his back, his fingers spread towards Gabriel. His skull was exposed as it continued to ink towards the floor. Once Senti-Adrien saw Gabriel, he sat upright, his eyes glowing an unholy bright green. “Dad, I thought you said you would protect me?” 

Unable to resist, tears escaped from Gabriel’s face, his features softened. He was aware that he was witnessing an illusion, but he couldn’t resist reaching towards the boy. “I’m - I’m so sorry, son.” His touch quivered as he tried to prevent the flow of mystical blood. 

“Why didn’t you keep me safe?” Senti-Adrien’s voice was an uncanny melody. 

Before Gabriel could pull the illusion of his boy into his arms, he disappeared. Fuming at the psychological warfare, Gabriel stormed back to the kitchen to find Emelie. He didn’t walk far before he saw that she had dragged herself from the kitchen. Her body lay limp in the centre of the main hall, nearly the exact same place Adrien would lay nearly a decade later. 

Duusu was frantically circling Emelie. She had not called down the power, but no longer had the energy to wield it. “Emelie? Emelie!” 

Nooroo soared ahead of Gabriel to join Duusu. They had seen enough bodies to understand the state of Duusu’s holder. “Shh, Duusu, I’ve got you.” Nooroo held Duusu as he shook. 

“What happened?” Duusu sank further into Nooroo’s hold. 

“She has been weak for a long time.” Nooroo soothed the Kwami. 

“But… but she knew she couldn’t! Why did she use it?” 

Nooroo’s seething glare towards Gabriel answered for them. 

Gabriel was too preoccupied with his fallen wife to pay attention to the judgement cast upon him. “Go hide. You two cannot be seen.” He commanded as he pulled Emelie into his arms. It was the moment that he hadn’t got with Adrien’s Sentimonster, but the hold was unyieldingly futile, barren of warmth or closure. No matter how tight he held, she would never come back to him. 

Within the confines of the master bedroom, Duusu succumbed to his emotions. Between heaves he mumbled, “was your master always so cruel?” 

Nooroo ran their hand along Duusu’s face. “No, he used to be gentle and caring. The dark magic in the rings changed him.” 

“What will happen to the boy now? To the other ring?” The memories of a younger Adrien were still ungraspable to Duusu, but he always felt an invisible tie towards the boy. Everytime he heard the boy’s soft chuckle, it warmed his chest; heart or not, he knew the boy meant something to him. 

“I don’t know.” Nooroo tried to hide their fear, but their voice still quaked. “All I know is without Emelie’s ring being actively used, there will be no balance. All we can do is pray that our Guardian finds us.” 

The day drew long and wearisome in the Agreste home as they dealt with Emelie’s passing. From this day forward, Gabriel would always hold the weight of Emelie’s death, and Adrien would always believe it was caused by his refusal to leave. 

Standing at the Gates to Hell

“Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” Luka asked as he approached Adrien’s bed. Luka’s exhaustion carried through to his fingertips; highlighted through the trembling black boxes in his hands containing their day old tiramisus. This wasn’t the romantic situation he envisioned while they shared their creamy, caffeinated sweetness; but hopefully, it would at least soften the intensity of the moment. 

Adrien’s face was illuminated by the laptop that glowed in front of him. He didn’t break his robotic disposition as he responded to Luka. “I wanted to get it done yesterday, but…” 

His trailing sentence referred to the reason their tiramisu was not fresh. Their moment of serenity as they cat napped under the stars on a Parisian rooftop. 

Luka’s fingers pushed into the boxes as he wriggled himself around Adrien’s fixed position. His shins met the outsides of Adrien’s crossed legs. “Oh yeah, we’re basically famous now.” Delicately, Luka set Adrien’s treat against his ankles in the centre of his stance. 

Using his free hand, Adrien slightly repositioned the dessert. His glance stayed unmoved as he flatly acknowledged the comment. “Goodie, I’ve always wanted to be famous.” 

Adrien couldn’t see Luka’s smirk, but he could feel the amused tensing of Luka’s face against his neck. The corner of Adrien’s lips lifted microscopically, enough that the man behind him was blind to the warming effect he had created. 

Luka’s chin further pressed onto Adrien as he stretched to peek at the tilting confection in his Prettyboy’s lap. He decided that his own was too far, and stealing some of Adrien’s may encourage the Prettyboy to have a bite himself. Slithering his arm against Adrien’s side, he pushed the fork through the airy dessert. The aroma of vanilla coffee filled the air as he lifted it to his own mouth, astutely aware that he had underestimated the crumbly nature of the desert. The mess became easier to ignore once the velvety soft confection melted along his tongue. 

Drawn to the smell, Adrien finally diverted his gaze, searching for the fork within Luka’s hand. Registering the movement, Luka prepared a bite for Adrien. Holding once again only the reflection of his laptop within his jade eyes, he opened his mouth to the approaching delight. He pursed his lips as Luka retracted the fork, effectively cleaning off the cream remnants. The pleasure brought by the delicacy was intensified as Luka’s soft lips caressed his throat. Adrien allowed the screen to leave his sight for a moment as a light moan rumbled through him. 

Luka’s hold tightened around Adrien, his right hand laid firmly flat against his beating heart. Providing a last firm kiss unto Adrien, he broke their connection, bringing both of their attention back to the gruesome task at hand. “Where are we starting?” 

Sighing, Adrien resumed his slouched position before the black and white footage. “Thought we should start at the most important part, the day my father got hold of the Miraculous’.” 

The violin within Adrien tensed as he sped through the footage. It would be difficult to decipher anything from the quality of video, but it was better than nothing. Luka jolted at the mirrored figure of Adrien entering the corner of the screen. “There he is!” He nearly shouted as he pointed a finger, from his left hand, towards the skipping video. 

Adrien slammed the spacebar and started tapping back. Together, they watched from the moment Flairmidable entered the room. Immediately, the supervillain casually leaned into Gabriel’s throne. 

Wow, he just made himself at home. Adrien was astonished at the level of comfort Felix carried within Gabriel’s office; it was a sentiment he had never experienced himself. 

Gabriel entered the office in a huff, initially oblivious to Flairmidable spinning his ball upon the tip of his finger. Through grainy footage they could make out that the two were speaking, but most was left to the imagination. Flairmidable pointed towards the opposite edge of the office. 

“What’s he pointing at?” Luka scraped at his one memory of the inside of Gabriel’s office. Considering it was in ruins by the time he set foot in it, all he could imagine was the portrait of Emelie.

“Not sure. There’s a safe behind my mom’s painting, maybe that?” Adrien refocused on the silent discussion unfolding on the screen.

It appeared as if Flairmidable held a bargaining chip within his fingers, but it was too pixelated to differ between animated jest or a real artefact. 

Luka’s face pushed into the crease in Adrien’s neck, applying support he knew the boy would not ask for. Briefly separating from the mousepad, Adrien curled the tips of his fingers around Luka’s hand that steadied his chest. 

“Felix still has the ball in his hand, what do you think he traded?” Adrien rewound the footage again to see if a slower speed would help to clarify the space between Flairmidable’s fingers. 

“Self-worth?” Luka’s tone was thick with irony, but he still pulled in along with Adrien, to look closer at the screen. 

Again, there was nothing significant to be seen. 

Resuming the playback speed, Adrien’s heart rate picked up as a ball went flying into the air. Luka strengthened the pressure against Adrien’s chest. He felt Adrien’s appreciation as he relaxed within his grasp. 

Gabriel hunched over the desk, which Adrien assumed meant he was gawking over his new set of jewellery. The edge of the desk was just beyond the sight of the camera, but the timing would make the transaction undeniable. 

“If I show them… they… they’re all going to know.” The magnitude of the footage collided into Adrien. 

Assiduously, Luka moved the dessert from Adrien’s lap so he could completely surround the fretful man. Adrien’s teeth veered on chattering as he pressed his jaw against Luka’s temple. 

“You’re not forced to show them, you said so yourself.” Luka knew when Adrien had said these words that he didn’t understand the gravity of the situation, but hoped that it would help nevertheless. 

Adrien’s entire body began to shake. He would have to show them something or they would assume he knew all along. “I should have just told them right away, I just… I didn’t think they would need to know… he was… he was gone!” 

Luka pulled their entangled bodies towards the bed as he endlessly kissed wherever his lips would meet. “Alya knows, and I know, that you’re Chat Noir. We won’t let you down.” The additional edge began to slice Luka into reality, these videos had the power to take Adrien away from him. “We can’t let you down.” 

Yearning to topple his balance between pain and comfort, Adrien turned to face Luka. His lips would dull the agony of reality. 

Understanding Adrien’s pinning for distraction, Luka cupped Adrien’s cheek as he collided with his lips. The escape and ferocity of the movement incited a raspy purr to release from Adrien. 

Luka pushed Adrien to his back as his fingers ran through his hair. Placing his forearms below his model of perfection, Luka stiffened their connection. As Adrien’s fingers turned to claws against his back, Luka’s stomach clenched. A constant relay of reactions intensified each shared movement. 

One of Luka’s hands slid from Adrien’s back to seize the boy’s bucking hip. Adrien’s grasp on Luka compounded strength with each kiss. Burning sensations ran through Luka as he guided Adrien through thrusts. Steam continued to build as Luka focused control through his own hips and slid his hand up Adrien’s shirt. 

The connection of skin triggered Adrien to arch his back, absentmindedly dropping his arm that was nearest to the outside of the bed. His hand met a chilled pile of goo. Adrien groaned as his body stilled. 

Initially, the groan had fueled Luka, but the excitement was quick to drop when Adrien’s body stopped responding. “Are you okay?” His eyes shone heavily blue as he fretted over Adrien. 

Adrien’s face fell to a pout, but it was too akin to Chat’s for Luka to link it with true sadeness. This inclining was proved true as Adrien flashed a massively dorky grin. 

Mystified, Luka stretched back his head, attempting to comprehend the cause of Adrien’s reaction. “What?” His voice pitched high with amusement at the mischief growing within Adrien’s expression. 

“Oh nothing,” Adrien did a terrible impersonation of a cavalier tone. Unbeknownst to Luka, Adrien was only speaking to distract him from his incoming attack. “Just thinking about how much I love your nose.” 

The word of endearment was the first piece that rattled Luka, but it was seamlessly replaced by the mention of his nose. “My nose?” His stare of confusion was answered as Adrien’s finger met the tip of his nose. 

“BOOP!” Adrien giggled as he left a crumbly smear on Luka. 

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” Luka warned as he dove into the crease of Adrien’s neck. 

The residual dessert tickled as it spread across Adrien. His squirms had no power against Luka’s confectionary revenge. “There, now we’re even.” Luka gleamed at his art upon Adrien’s neck. 

“Very impressive work.” Adrien agreed as he reached for another forkful of their neglected dessert. 

Luka shrank away from the fork, but Adrien had no intentions of wasting more of it. His fingers were still coated in cream as he brought the bite to his lips. “I think you made a very good choice, sir.” Adrien’s words were slightly hindered from the sugar within his mouth. 

“I agree.” The chromatic silver flashed through the blue within Luka’s irises. He tenderly lapped up the mess he had made against Adrien’s neck, enjoying the sweetness of both the dessert and Adrien’s gentle whimpers. Satisfied with his repurposing of the tiramisu, he raised himself to hover over Adrien’s face once again. 

Adrien sported a silly face as he maintained eye contact with Luka, stabbing blindly until the weight of the fork confirmed he had lifted another bite. Luka observed in amusement as the boy clumsily pushed the fork through his lips, leaving smears around his mouth. 

As Adrien’s hand shifted to replenish his fork again, Luka repeated his actions, kissing away the mess that was left. With a light hum, he held Adrien’s chin between his thumb and his index finger. “First, as much as I enjoy any excuse to kiss you,” he paused to deliver another peck, “I would actually like to eat some of the desemated dessert too. Second, you are going to choke if you keep trying to eat laying down.” 

Somehow, Adrien managed to sneak a third mouthful past Luka. “You know,” he swung the, now cleaned, fork in his hand, “I’ve heard I’ve got a pretty strong gag reflex.” 

Rolling his eyes, Luka stole the fork from Adrien to take his own bite. 

-

Luka’s snores echoed through the room once Adrien came out of the bathroom. He had a strong inclination that the man was not going to last through his night time care ritual; in fact, he wasn’t entirely convinced that Luka was coherent when he made the promise that he would ‘stay’ awake. 

Grabbing his laptop from the foot of the bed, Adrien slipped under the fresh covers beside Luka. Sensing the shift of weight in bed, Luka automatically pulled Adrien closer. Adrien snickered as he held the laptop above Luka while he coiled his grip against him. Once Luka was settled, Adrien started the playback from the secondary camera in Gabriel’s office. He wasn’t sure what he would be able to find, but it was cathartic for himself, in a self-torturesque fashion. 

Unsurprisingly, the desk wasn’t visible, but he continued to watch the seemingly still image. He pounced to pause the footage once Gabriel hit the screen. Slowing the playback speed, he watched as his father stood before his mother’s painting. In an odd way, it comforted him to see that even before the start of the final battle he was reminiscing about his mother. 

Gabriel peered suspiciously behind him before he pressed into the painting. 

I don’t remember there being a secondary security measure on the painting… it always just swung open for the safe. 

The floor fell out below Gabriel’s feet.

What the fuck? Where did he go? 

Adrien replayed the footage, squinting at the scene over and over. 

I have to see if that’s still there. 

His sense of motivation fueled him to firmly close the laptop, slightly rousing the man connected to him. He set the computer on the bedside table before he wriggled out of Luka’s hold. Luka was always a deep sleeper, but losing the warmth of Adrien abruptly woke him. 

Rubbing his face, Luka saw Adrien’s blonde hair cascading down his face as he pulled socks over his feet. 

“What’s going on?” Luka’s fatigued voice rumbled. 

Adrien’s emeralds shot towards Luka, surprised that the blue haired man had actually broken into consciousness. “Something weird on the video, I need to go investigate.” 

Luka nodded his head as he threw the covers off of him. Adrien crawled on the bed to set his hand on Luka’s bare chest. “It’s okay, I’ve got this.” Adrien assured him. 

Luka ascended to his knees to kiss Adrien’s jaw; it was his method to disregard Adrien’s words in a loving fashion. He slid one of his t-shirts, that hung in Adrien’s closet, over his head before he stumbled through slipping on his own socks and shoes. The laces from Luka’s converse loosely hung to the sides as he marched to follow Adrien, who was nearly at the bedroom door. 

The light in the main hall brought a dull sting to Luka’s vision as he stumbled behind Adrien. Using the railing for stability, he propelled himself down the stairs. Adrien was rapidly approaching Gabriel’s office door. 

Luka brushed his arms once he entered the office, as if he could simply wipe away the eeriness that ran over his skin. The office was neatly put back together after Adrien’s debacle, merely devoid of the furniture he broke. Most of the books had been returned, but there were obvious holes within the shelves. Adrien stood paralyzed before the monument to his mother. 

“Are you okay?” Luka guardedly stepped towards the statue of Adrien. 

Adrien remained silent as he peered closer at the painting. Luka stood beside him, trying to follow his gaze. Adrien’s fingers softly ran along the painting, searching for the uneven pieces. Before Luka could ask anything, one of his feet sunk into the floor. Panicked, he recoiled his other foot to stand beside Adrien on the descending platform. 

Author's Note:

Totally dorky note here - I haven't used the word uncanny for a very specific reason. In sociological terms, 'uncanny' is a Freudian reference - it is the "glimmer" that illuminates that something is not real; such as being too perfect, there's something in your gut that the situation is not what it seems. It relates to that deep feeling where language and symbols lose comprehension, but that's a lesson for a different day.

Not sure if you can tell, but I'm a big fan of tiramisu. It is the best.

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I teetered back and forth on exactly where to slice this part, let me know what you think! If there are any things you're hoping to find out in the next part!

The next part is going to be a little bit roller coastery, but there will not be a time shift between parts this time.

Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.

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