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The old men of One Piece finding out they have a child with you.

Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk X FemReader

Healthy mix of Angst and Fluff.

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Part 2

Buggy

"You two get your asses down now!" You yelled, trying to stop the two blue haired boys from destroying the restaurant further. Your two identical twins sons where only 11 years old but they were trouble- Double Trouble as everyone called them. Benny and Danny, who had given themselves the Nicknames of Bee and Dee- cause of course they did.

It wasnt just their dramatic tendencies, destructive nature or lack of volume control that made them silkar to a know pirate but also their appearance Who was non other then- Buggy the Clown. While they did lack the trademarked rounded red nose. They did get almost everything else- Long nlue locks, watercolor eyes and that crooked smile of theirs- it really wasn't fair how your genes didn't even have a chance-

It hasn't exactly been your best of moments when you conceived your children- Having been a performer on the famous pirate ship you ended up sleeping with your Captian one night on his Silly Throne. A few weeks later you started to feel unwell and realized you had been pregnant. In a moment of panic you fled the ship the next time it docked- Running from your Crew and Captian to never be seen again.

Once realizing you were on your own. You did what you could to make a living- opening a flashy little restaurant and using it to raise your two trouble makers. Dee running past you with a giggle snapped you from your thoughts, frowning as you set down your customers order infront of them before following the boy.

"Mom Mom! Look!" Bee yelled as he stood on one of the tables pointing out the window of the restaurant at the open ocean, Dee taking his place next to his twin. You walked closer to see what your son was looking at, the fog being thick that night as you tried to focus on what he was seeing.

Squinting your eyes you finally saw it- a Ship. As your eyes focused you saw the Jolly Roger and gasped, Ice feeling like it ran through your vain. You grabbed the boys quickly and backed away from the window. As if on cue the alarms set to alert that pirates had arrived. The sounds of canons hitting the town soon peirced through the alarms and the whole town erupted in chaos. You rush from the windows to the back of your restaurant.

Rushing down the stairs you knew Buggy and the crew would level the town to ashes. The best place to hid being the cellar, while it was small it would hopefully keep you and your boys safe. "Mom what's happening!?" Dee cried as he did his best to keep up with your fast pace. You didn't bother responding as you rushed to the old underground cellar lifting the rug and opened its little door.

"Mom I don't want to go down there!" Bee cried as you lowered him in the cellar first, Dee following soon after as you tried to sooth them.

"I know I know my loves, But do as I say- Stay quiet and-"

You paused as you heard the sound of crashing from out in the dining room followed by screams. Quickly you climbed in with your boys and lowered the wooden door of the cellar above you and frantically tried to place the rug so it fell onto it before plunging you and your sons in darkness.

You sat there shaking, holding your boys close to your chest as you heard the sound of someone walking towards you. Your hands shaking as you held them closer, feeling the moisture of your sons tears soaking into your dress.

You heard the sound of footsteps starting to search the room above you. Previously looking for valuables or anything interesting-

"Captian! I found the liquor!" The voice above you called out, Clearly grabbing the cases of rum that sat in the room above. Heavier footsteps followed into the room, hearing the cackle that made your skin stand up on end.

"Grab it all and whatever people you can find! We have a show tonight afterall!" You heard Buggy voice sound. The crew mate clearly rushing out with the cases while Buggy remained. You heard him turn through the room, ready to leave before his heavy steps landed on the cellar door above you it's old wood groaning at the weight. Your eyes widened as you realized you'd been caught, Without time to react the door was ripped open and you couldn't help but release a scream.

Buggy- In his hands you see his signature blades as he grinned down in the cellar. Reaching down and grabbing you by the hair and yanking you out-

"A new audience memeber!- wait" He raised an eyebrow as he held you up higher by your hair and looked over your crying face. His eyes looking over your face. "I know you... (Y/N)?" He asked questionably before his eyes shot to see a flash of blue dart at him and kick him as another one came to try and pull you from his grasp.

"Let her go!" "LEAVE OUR MAMA ALONE!" Your boys desperately screamed as they weakly tried to attack the man holding you. Buggy dropping you quickly as he stared down at the three of you, You quickly pulling the boys away from him and behind you.

A awkward silence following this as Buggy released a shaky breath before laughing loudly. A insane laugh that had him doubled over, before looking at you again with crazed eyes. A few crew members coming into the room after hearing their Captian laugh, especially at the sight of you, their former crewmate and two boys that looked like their Captian.

"Freaks, Take these three and lock them in my personal Quarters. We got a family reunion!"

Shanks

"Mommy I have Missy Luc-ia ready!" You heard your daughter call out. Setting out the freshly frosted cupcake, onto the countertop, that she was just barely taller then. Smiling down at the bright face before you- She may be only 4 but she was the sweetest girl.

"Thank you Vivian. Can you grab the order list for Mommy?" You ask, getting an exaggerated nod and running off. Her mess of bright red hair bouncing with each step. A little clone of her dad, The famed Shanks 'Red Hair' a former fling of yours.

It had been a nice little relationship you two shared, him coming by every other week to meet with you when his ship restocked. Buying random pastries you knew he bought to get close to you, always complimenting your Baking skills and sweetness. Which ended up to many passionate nights both in your own bed and on Shanks ship. The last time you met, Shanks told you he had to go for a while and didn't know if he's return. Tears shed as you watched him set sail- having the feeling you'd never see him again.

As if the gods had sympathy for you or wanted to use you as a cruel joke you fell pregnant. Giving birth to your daughter who ended up being a Shanks part 2. A giggly and happy baby with unique red hair, while she was a perfect mix of the two of you in terms of face she inherited Shank's smile, hair and eye shape.

As you packed the poorly frosted cupcake that your daughter had made. Ignoring the fingerprints in its frosting- you hit it in the back of the fridge you'd never tell her you couldn't sell it since she had eaten part of her work and replaced it with the true finishes product to be delivered.

As you finished your packing you heard the bell of your bakery door chime.

"Welcome to the Sweet treats bakery, how can I help yo-" the words froze to your lips as you saw Shanks. Eyes wide at seeing him again, it was clear he had delt with some serious wear and tear by how the world seemed to settle on his shoulders a bit more.

"(Y/N) long time no see" He said softly as he stared at you, mentally still trying to process what you were seeing. He stepped forward, Looking ready to explain himself away before the sound of tiny footsteps drew him in- Seeing the little girl holding a notepad with all your orders and running to you. Out of muscle memory you scooped your daughter and placed her on your hip, she smiled at you and held the order book out to you again which you gingerly took.

"Here you go Mommy!" She chimed, Looking at you as she noted your shocked face. Her gaze following the now shocked man, He looked like a breeze could knock him down as he stared at her then you then her again.

"Shes mine isn't she?" Shanks asked, his eyes never leaving the little girl on your hip. Vivian looking at Shank's then you confused at what was taking place. Before you could respond however it seemed Shank's answered his own question. Laughing loudly in utter joy and jumping forward towards you, scaling the countertop like it wasn't even there and crashed his lips against yours happily.

"Ha! I'm a Dad!!" He cheered, Taking his one arm around you and starting to spin you and Vivian who at first was scared. But hearing the giggles from the man started to as well- the two even laughed the same which made the Red Haired man even happier.

"Y-Yes Shanks. She is yours...This is Vivian" You said softly, watching Shanks lean in close to view his daughter. It was like he had found the most amazing treasure in the world and it shone in his eyes.

"Vivian, Such a beautiful name for the most beautiful girl in the world" He said in awe, earning a shy smile from Vivian.

"Vi, This is... this is your Daddy" You say softly, watching Vivian look up at you then back at Shanks. Hesitant at first before holding out her arms tk him, taking the opportunity he scooped her up in his single arm and held her close. Tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at her delicate face, her chubby little fingers touching his face and looking over him.

"You're my Daddy?" She asked innocently. A smile breaking over Shanks face as he nodded and held her close, tears pouring down his face.

"That's right baby girl- I'm your Daddy"

Mihawk

It had been 16 long years since you had laid eyes on Mihawk- a simple one night stand that had long consequences that followed. Your son, your beautiful baby boy who you named Alucare.

It had been at a bar, the two of you drinking and simply talking. Before one thing lead to another in the alleyway next to the bar- You truthfully cringed at the thought of how embarrassing it was to be undone by a few nice words, a charming warlord and some drinks.

"Mother, which one did you want?" Your son asked, snapping you from your thoughts pointing to the fishmongers selection, his emotionless face like a carbon copy of his father's.

Truthfully he looked too much like his damn father- same yellow eyes, black hair, very tall form, stoic face the only thing missing was the facial hair Which you thanked The Gods for since you didn't think you could stare at your one night stands face forever. Alucare did have some differences, he had your nose as well as kept his hair longer. The thick spicy locks hitting the center of his back which you helped him care for. But truthfully that was really it-

You also knew that other people would star long at your boy, a few times Marines having come up to see your son when he was walking to school or going to the market. He knew who his father was, having Marines who had seen him in battle tell him as much. However he never seemed to care, just giving them a frosty look that made them back away before leaving. Whenever you'd brought up the topic of His father he often would sit quietly for a few moments before saying he wasn't interested in such a conversation which you respected.

"Hmm, that one is fresher-" You say sweetly as your boy grabs the fish and plops it in the basket, Handing the merchant the berries.

Always the gentleman he would take your arm in his as the two of you walked. He would hold the heavier baskets and give you only bread or a small bag of fruit. He was too kind as a child, you felt bad at times at how his eyes seemed to know the struggles you had faced when he was born and tried to help you out now that he was older besides your persistence.

"Alucare, I heard from your teachers yoh got very high marks again. Do you want to celebrate? Maybe a nice dinner is in order? Or-"

"It's just a test Mother. No need for so much trouble" He said softly, giving a hint of a smile at his words. You chuckled at him and shook your head. Stubborn too.

You felt your son stop midstep- Glancing up at him as his face turned to stone before your eyes.

"Honey?" You call to him, before following his gaze at what had caught his attention. Across the market a dark figure stood, You immediately felt your heart drop to your stomach as you knew instantly who it was- Mihawk standing there with the same stoic expression as Alucare but his eyes seemed to be a bit wider. Most likely the closest to shock that could come over his face-

You tugged slightly to turn back, not wanting to create a accidental scene but your son clearly had other plans. Instead starting to walk again, His arm still holding yours as he kept his gaze at Mihawk. You expected Alucare to stop infront of Mihawk- a blowup or something but. No.

Alucare just walked past Mihawk- Like he wasn't even there. His face staying forward as no words passed. As you continued to walk you turned to look behind you where you saw Mihawk, he seemed to stagger on his feet like someone had finally peirced him with a blade.. but it seemed to be a invisible one to his heart.

[srbachchan]

DAY 6274

Jalsa, Mumbai Aopr 20, 2025 Sun 11:17 pm

🪔 ,

April 21 .. birthday greetings and happiness to Ef Mousumi Biswas .. and Ef Arijit Bhattacharya from Kolkata .. 🙏🏽❤️🚩.. the wishes from the Ef family continue with warmth .. and love 🌺

The AI debate became the topic of discussion on the dining table ad there were many potent points raised - bith positive and a little indifferent ..

The young acknowledged it with reason and able argument .. some of the mid elders disagreed mildly .. and the end was kind of neutral ..

Blessed be they of the next GEN .. their minds are sorted out well in advance .. and why not .. we shall not be around till time in advance , but they and their progeny shall .. as has been the norm through generations ...

The IPL is now the greatest attraction throughout the day .. particularly on the Sunday, for the two on the day .. and there is never a debate on that ..

🤣

.. and I am most appreciative to read the comments from the Ef on the topic of the day - AI .. appreciative because some of the reactions and texts are valid and interesting to know .. the aspect expressed in all has a legitimate argument and that is most healthy ..

I am happy that we could all react to the Blog contents in the manner they have done .. my gratitude .. such a joy to get different views , valid and meaningful ..

And it is not the end of the day or the debate .. some impressions of the Gen X and some from the just passed Gen .. and some that were never ever the Gen are interesting as well :

The Printing Press (15th Century)

Fear: Scribes, monks, and elites thought it would destroy the value of knowledge, lead to mass misinformation, and eliminate jobs. Reality: It democratized knowledge, spurred the Renaissance and Reformation, and created entirely new industries—publishing, journalism, and education.

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Industrial Revolution (18th–19th Century)

Fear: Machines would replace all human labor. The Luddites famously destroyed machinery in protest. Reality: Some manual labor jobs were displaced, but the economy exploded with new roles in manufacturing, logistics, engineering, and management. Overall employment and productivity soared.

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Automobiles (Early 20th Century)

Fear: People feared job losses for carriage makers, stable hands, and horseshoe smiths. Cities worried about traffic, accidents, and social decay. Reality: The car industry became one of the largest employers in the world. It reshaped economies, enabled suburbia, and created new sectors like travel, road infrastructure, and auto repair.

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Personal Computers (1980s)

Fear: Office workers would be replaced by machines; people worried about becoming obsolete. Reality: Computers made work faster and created entire industries: IT, software development, cybersecurity, and tech support. It transformed how we live and work.

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The Internet (1990s)

Fear: It would destroy jobs in retail, publishing, and communication. Some thought it would unravel social order. Reality: E-commerce, digital marketing, remote work, and the creator economy now thrive. It connected the world and opened new opportunities.

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ATMs (1970s–80s)

Fear: Bank tellers would lose their jobs en masse. Reality: ATMs handled routine tasks, but banks actually hired more tellers for customer service roles as they opened more branches thanks to reduced transaction costs.

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Robotics & Automation (Factory work, 20th century–today)

Fear: Mass unemployment in factories. Reality: While some jobs shifted or ended, others evolved—robot maintenance, programming, design. Productivity gains created new jobs elsewhere.

The fear is not for losing jobs. It is the compromise of intellectual property and use without compensation. This case is slightly different.

I think AI will only make humans smarter. If we use it to our advantage.

That’s been happening for the last 10 years anyway

Not something new

You can’t control that in this day and age

YouTube & User-Generated Content (mid-2000s onward)

Initial Fear: When YouTube exploded, many in the entertainment industry panicked. The fear was that copyrighted material—music, TV clips, movies—would be shared freely without compensation. Creators and rights holders worried their content would be pirated, devalued, and that they’d lose control over distribution.

What Actually Happened: YouTube evolved to protect IP and monetize it through systems like Content ID, which allows rights holders to:

Automatically detect when their content is used

Choose to block, track, or monetize that usage

Earn revenue from ads run on videos using their IP (even when others post it)

Instead of wiping out creators or studios, it became a massive revenue stream—especially for musicians, media companies, and creators. Entire business models emerged around fair use, remixes, and reactions—with compensation built in.

Key Shift: The system went from “piracy risk” to “profit partner,” by embracing tech that recognized and enforced IP rights at scale.

This lead to higher profits and more money for owners and content btw

You just have to restructure the compensation laws and rewrite contracts

It’s only going to benefit artists in the long run ‎

Yes

They can IP it

That is the hope

It’s the spread of your content and material without you putting a penny towards it

Cannot blindly sign off everything in contracts anymore. Has to be a lot more specific.

Yes that’s for sure

“Automation hasn’t erased jobs—it’s changed where human effort goes.”

Another good one is “hard work beats talent when talent stops working hard”

Which has absolutely nothing to with AI right now but 🤣

These ladies and Gentlemen of the Ef jury are various conversational opinions on AI .. I am merely pasting them for a view and an opinion ..

And among all the brouhaha about AI .. we simply forgot the Sunday well wishers .. and so ..

my love and the length be of immense .. pardon

Amitabh Bachchan

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Fall mansion rambles

I'm just in a fall mood today so I wanted to do some fall-themed rambles because listen, listen, I feel like everyone in the mansion fucking loves fall.

They play different music year-round, and I feel like Liu as the resident jazz lover breaks out his jazz records and just plays them for everyone to hear and it sets the MOOD. The mansion feels so much cozier with the sound of Autumn jazz drifting through it, and it puts everyone at ease.

Then, the DECORATING. They go all out in the mansion for Halloween, and they do a mix of general fall decorations and Halloween decorations, everyone decorating the outside and inside of the mansion until they pretty much run out of decorations. Also, they totally have that one decoration from Target that says "I am Lewis" and he's right at the entrance of the mansion, I will not hear otherwise.

Tim and Slender really break into their fall baking, constantly making new pies and cookies for everyone to eat, and they get devoured. The two of them bake so many fucking pumpkin pies from September to the end of November that it's ridiculous, but every single one is eaten in like a day or two with how many people are in the mansion. I feel like Tim is the drink maker for everyone, and he's always making fresh hot cocoa or something that is pumpkin spice flavored for everyone to enjoy, and it just sets the mood so well. They light the fireplace and just all gather around it eating pumpkin pie and their respective hot drinks and it's the best vibe ever.

Speaking of pumpkins, by the way, DECORATING THEM! I feel like Helen helps everyone every year carve or paint their own pumpkins if they need help, and he supplies all of the tools for it. Slender takes them all to a huge pumpkin patch and lets every single creep pick out a pumpkin or two that they really want and they all have a good time running through the pumpkin fields. I can just see them all sitting together at Slender's long ass dining table, every creep making their own pumpkin. I think they would all be set out on the porch, all stacked together and placed wherever anyone wants theirs to be, and if any of them start rotting they'll make another one to replace it. I feel like Toby gets the most excited about carving and painting pumpkins and I can see him decorating at least like 10 of them by the time Halloween rolls around. If he could he'd do more than that but I feel like he tries not to go too overboard.

Then all the talk of who's dressing up for Halloween, and what everyone is going to be going as. I feel like I could see Trender stopping by and literally offering to make everyone's costumes for them like it's a yearly tradition for him to just show up randomly with a fuck ton of supplies, and I can see Jason pitching in and helping too. The two of them just spend their free time customizing everyone's costumes exactly how they want them, talking and chatting over some tea and the piles of fabric in front of them.

I don't know why specifically, but I just get the vibe that fall into winter is the happiest time of the year in the mansion as a whole, not that they don't have spring and summer joyful times, but I just feel like the vibes are so good that everyone is more relaxed. They're all calm and at peace and content, with less fighting, less sadness, just wonderfully calm cool fall times.

[harmonyrae]

Power Couple

CHAPTER 8 - Just Dinner

It's time for the tour... You & Sylus finally meet and begin your partnership to find the mysterious protocore. But is it a business dinner or a date? Even you can't tell anymore...

Visuals: https://shorturl.at/3XOoh 

Sylus shows you the house, going into detail about every room. Stopping at every painting in the entryway to tell you about the artist and which pieces were custom made. Every vase has a story. Stories of the countries Sylus visited where he went to a night market and bought a piece from a local artist as a souvenir. Even the chandelier was made by a glass maker in Linkon who never takes new clients. But they dropped everything to make a single chandelier for this house.  

The kitchen was fit for custom marble countertops. Two huge ovens and a massive walk-in freezer. There is even a wine cellar, and Sylus’ collection is impressive. Right off the kitchen is a dining room with a table that could seat 20, easily. 

Up the stairs Sylus shows you a bathroom with a huge round tub with a waterfall shower head above it. His and hers vanities line the walls with matching walk-in closets on each side. 

The bedroom has a massive bed with a mountain of pillows. A small sitting area in the corner facing the floor to ceiling windows. A peculiar stand sits next to a fireplace across from the bed. You hear the familiar CAW behind you and you duck to avoid Mephisto hitting you in the back of the head. Mephisto lands on the stand and flaps his wings enthusiastically. Sylus enters pets Mephisto affectionately. Sylus motions for you to come in. You hesitate but enter and join him next to the fireplace. 

“Open the door to the left.” Sylus motions to a door past the bed. 

You slowly approach the door and open carefully. Beyond the door is a walk-in closet that has been transformed into a small arsenal. Guns of all sizes, most are missing pieces or are broken. You look over your shoulder to Sylus with a grin.

“Impressive.” You enter the room and look through the gun displays. You run your finger along an impressive rifle. Even though the metal is rusted you can tell it is cleaned regularly to avoid dust building up. 

“These are my favorites. A reminder that just because something’s broken doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful.” He leans on the door frame and watches while you examine the guns. You look over your shoulder and give him a warm smile. Was anything he said real? Or was he just trying to butter you up?

“They are. Beautiful, I mean.” You sip your wine slowly, maintaining eye contact. He backs up to let you pass him and re-enter the bedroom. Your eyes linger on the bed. Professional. Remain professional.

There are multiple guest bedrooms, an office, a gym and a fucking library. The house is amazing. From the design choices to quality of the build, this house does not belong in the N109 Zone. Yet here it is. And it’s so cozy. 

Sylus leads you back to the dining room where the first course of your dinner is already set on the table. Like a gentleman out of a storybook, Sylus pulls your chair out for you. You sit and take in the food before you. The chef refills your wine glass while introducing the first course, an Autumn Fritto Misto. The scent of the mushrooms and apples blend perfectly together. The taste is even better.

Before you knew it, the chef brought in the main course, a fragrant Lobster Risotto swimming in butter. Then the dessert, a Coconut Panna Cotta with Passion Fruit. The wine paired perfectly with every dish. Not to mention the conversation was effortless. Sylus asked about your hobbies and favorite things. You returned the favor. The questions may be relatively surface level, but now Sylus wasn’t just a pretty face. And you had more in common than you care to admit.

“When you’re not running an empire, what do you like to do to relax?” Sylus keeps his eyes on you. Watching you swirl the wine in your glass as you think of your response.

“I’m a fan of baking. I wish I had more time to do it, but like you said, my empire awaits.” Sylus smiles and nods his head toward the kitchen.

“Maybe you can bake here? Take one of these nights to indulge. Put me on clean up duty.” Your cheeks are starting to hurt from the smile plastered on your face.

“I noticed you prefer vintage guns and your music tastes are… old school. Is there a reason you prefer vintage over modern?” Sylus wipes his mouth with his napkin. The slow methodical swipe across his lips… They look so soft. No, stop… focus.

“Modern weaponry and music is only what it is today because of how the ‘old school’ styles forged a path. And I appreciate timeless beauty.” He stares at you intently as he says the last sentence. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

“I see what you mean. Does that preference for vintage carry over to movies too?” 

“I keep up-to-date with new films, but yes, older movies tend to be more straight-forward. Bad guys are bad, good guys are good, lovers… They don’t play games. They say what they feel. I appreciate that.” Your stomach tightens, is he hinting at something? 

The chef brought coffee and began clearing the plates. Sylus looks at his watch and sighs. 

“I’m guessing Luke and Kieran didn’t find anything in the shipment?” 

“I don’t believe they did.” 

“I’m sorry.” Sylus looks up at you with a smile, clearly trying to mask his disappointment.

“It’s a good thing there’s an event coming up that might have a better outcome.” He pushes his chair back and crosses his legs keeping his eyes on you. You lean back, raising an eyebrow.

“An event?” You have a feeling he brought this up on purpose.

“An event I would very much like you to attend with me.” And there it is.

“Is this an addendum to our original deal?” Sylus chuckles before finishing his coffee in one sip.

“No. It can count as next month’s meeting.” You lean forward, placing your elbows on the table. You can’t deny your curiosity has peaked. 

“What kind of event?”

“A charity masquerade. There’ll be an auction, well, two auctions. One official and one not so much.”

“And you think this rare protocore will be available at the not so official auction?” Sylus nods.

“It’s next week. So, will you go with me?” You sip your coffee and stare at him for a long time. 

“I’d love to.” 

Sylus has been very composed tonight. In fact, he has very rarely faltered during any interaction you’ve had with him. But when you tell him you’ll attend this event with him, the smile on his face is undeniable. He couldn’t even keep eye contact with you. He looked down at his now empty coffee cup.

“I’ll send you the details.” 

Ding

Your phone buzzes and you look from your phone to Sylus. 

“That was fast.” Sylus chuckles at your joke. You turn your phone over and see messages from Dorian.

(Dorian) Out front. Ready when you are. (Dorian) Unless you’re having too much fun on your “date”.

You scoff and flip your phone back over. Sylus looks at you, his brows raised.

“What’s wrong?” You stand. Sylus follows suit. 

“My rides here.” 

You look up at Sylus. His eyes burrow into you and you don’t turn away, even when your cheeks feel flush. You know Dorian was just trying to rile you up. This was not a date. It was enjoyable and, sure, you wish Dorian had gotten stuck in traffic or gotten pulled over for driving like an asshole. Just a little more time with Sylus would have been nice. But this was NOT a date. 

Keep trying to convince yourself of that. 

Sylus walks you to the door and you stand in the doorway together, illuminated by the moonlight. You see Dorian in the car, staring at you once again. You turn back to Sylus and realize he is much closer than a second ago. He takes your hand and brings it to his mouth, touching a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“It’s a pleasure doing business with you, kitten.” You hold his stare. 

The distance between you continues to close until your forehead almost touches his. That smile. That goddamn smile. You bite your tongue and your breath catches. Sylus leans in and you close your eyes. His lips press the whisper of a kiss to your cheek. Not at all what you were expecting. Your eyes fly open and you pull back slightly so you can see him better. You might be seeing things, but it definitely looks like his cheeks are just slightly flushed. You’re probably seeing things. 

“Speak soon.” He releases your hand and steps back into the doorway. You nod at him and flash a small smile before heading to the car.

You’re not even in the car fully before Dorian is peppering you with questions. 

“Did he just fucking kiss you? You can’t say this wasn’t a date after he pulled a stunt like that. Are you going to call off the deal? Did he even find the protocore he was looking for? Or did he tell you anything else about what he is looking for? Are you going to answer me or just sit there looking like a smitten teenager?” That last one hurt a bit.

“Dorian, shut up. For one fucking minute. Okay?” You lean your head back on the headrest. 

“I’m sorry. I just… I want to know if all this is worth it.”

“Do you remember what I told you when we made our first deal and solidified Himitsu in the zone?” After Dorian doesn’t reply you continue.

“We spent four months building a connection and forging a relationship, we secured a partnership that set Himitsu apart. That client is still loyal to us 5 years later. You were just as impatient then as you are now. You tried to rush me and you nearly lost us that contract. So do not rush me now. Understood?” Dorian leaned back in his seat, slightly surprised by your tone. He nods. 

The ride home was silent, which you were grateful for. Dorian was right and you finally admit it to yourself. It was more like a date than a business dinner. But you weren’t upset about that. You are genuinely excited for next Saturday. Maybe things don’t have to be so complicated after all.

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Previous Chapters: Chapter 1: https://shorturl.at/Bx95C Chapter 2: https://shorturl.at/3PwTi Chapter 3: https://shorturl.at/a7xnF Chapter 4: https://shorturl.at/fKYgX Chapter 5: https://shorturl.at/7YtTh Chapter 6: https://shorturl.at/cMCj7

[vaya-writes]

The Wyvern's Bride - Epilogue

When Adalyn gets sacrificed to the local wyvern, she’s a little annoyed and a lot terrified. Upon meeting the wyvern, she discovers that he’s not particularly interested in eating people, and mostly wants to be left alone. In a plot to save himself from the responsibilities his family keep pushing on him, Slate names Adalyn as his human Envoy, and tasks her with finding him a wife.

2300 words. Cis female human x Cis male wyvern (slow burn, arranged marriage, eventual smut). firefly-graphics did the divider.

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Thank you for your patience. It's only been (checks notes) almost nine months. If it's not fresh in mind, I wouldn't force yourself to reread. The style of this chapter is slightly different, doesn't require much coherency with the rest. Anyway, thank you so much for sticking with me this long, and I hope you enjoy the final installment of The Wyvern's Bride. No content warnings for this chapter. Unless PDA makes you uncomfortable xo

There are memories tucked away in each corner of The Wyvern’s Flock. The façade may have changed, but Adalyn can still see herself in the foundations of the building. She still knows the number of steps from the entrance hall to the doorways. The bakery where she’d received customers has been rearranged, a taproom in its place, but the kitchen remains, equipped with the oven her father had modified. She can see it, past the counter where Grace greets them and takes their orders. 

Slate holds Adalyn’s hand when they enter what had once been her dining room. It’s still a dining room, part of her is glad to see. The fireplace still burns, and there’s a new clock over the mantle. But smaller tables and benches fill the area. Where once walls had hung bare, they’re now decorated with paintings and tapestries. Adalyn is taken aback by how much colour they bring to the establishment. 

There’s a pause in conversation when they enter the room. It doesn’t quite fall silent, but people still stare as they sit by the window. Adalyn goes as far as to put her back to the room, to better blot out the distracting eyes. She’s not here to mind the gossip. Only to have lunch and spend time with her husband.  

Word that a wyvern had settled in the valley had spread like wildfire, and people had come from far and wide, just for a chance to see him. It had started with the locals. People trying to sell their livestock. Craftsmen offering skills. The young and unmarried asking after serving positions. 

Then word had spread further. Merchants had visited, scrabbling at the chance to trade from Slate’s hoard. Niche craftsfolk had come next. There had been sculptors (mostly turned away), glass makers (temporarily contracted), painters (generously commissioned). Then the jewel smiths, the weavers, alchemists, scribes and tinkerers, until Slate was referring them elsewhere, interested in single purchases and commissions, but not yet ready to hire every person with a trade who came to his door.  

With all the skill and money coming to and from the valley, it’s no surprise when the area goes through an economic boom. The area flourishes. The trade festival becomes renowned. Northpoint and Tuscany both double in size as new folk migrate to the region. 

The Wyvern’s Flock reflects this easily. The seats are full and the atmosphere is lively. Grace and Gwen have nearly finished paying off Adalyn, years ahead of schedule. As far as Adalyn is aware, the ladies have no regrets. Moving away from their families had been a boon to them both. Grace gets to run her own business, and Gwen gets to run her own kitchen. There’d been obstacles (refurnishing, family drama, local pushback), but things have settled enough that the women now run their business together without raising too many brows. 

People stare at Adalyn though. Or perhaps Slate. He’s in his demi form, boldly grasping Adalyn’s hand over the table, sharpened teeth glinting as he talks. She used to shy from the attention. Feel judged by the stares; grow defensive at the scrutiny.  

Adalyn squeezes his hand. 

Slate pulls back to retrieve some papers from his bag. He moves his chair around the table, so they can pour over the blueprints side by side. She doesn’t flinch when his hand comes to rest on her thigh, though her cheeks do colour with blush. The gesture is under the table, hidden from public eye, and they are married. There’s nothing inherently wrong with the touch.  

It still thrills her. A smile plays at her lips. 

They chatter about their latest project. Adalyn’s first draft of the stable, drawn almost a year ago, had been cleaned up and heavily referenced in the newer blueprint. It always fills her with warmth, when Slate takes her ideas on board.  

The project can’t be put off any longer. With the workers streaming in, they’ll need a permanent stable. A safe way to deal with the offers for work and commerce. Currently mail is left at Fleecehold for Adalyn.  

The path through the Spires is steep and crumbling; twisting and incredibly narrow in places. Adalyn can’t help but admire those persistent and skilled enough to make it to the castle entrance. 

Most don’t. The path is dangerous. People are attempting to navigate it with alarming regularity. It’s gotten to the point where The Wyvern’s Flock receives a stream of complaints about lost packages, twisted ankles, and near falls. She knows it’s beginning to frustrate Grace and Gwen, despite their assurances otherwise. 

It only reinforces the need for a stable. One at the bottom for travellers to stow their horses and swap them out with mules. And one at the top for the animals that complete the journey. They’re considering hiring a guide too. 

Because the couriers don’t stop coming. The work applications and correspondences don’t slow. Slate had built himself a castle. It needs staff to maintain it. And there is no shortage of offers. 

Adalyn strokes the back of Slate’s hand with her thumb. 

He squeezes her leg back, automatic, before stopping suddenly. He gives a rueful wince. “Was I getting off topic?” 

She smiles. “No.” 

“But I was rambling.” 

Adalyn rolls her eyes. “I don’t mind. You know this.” 

His cheeks tinge grey with blush, before he presses a kiss to the back of her free hand. “I’m sorry, I’ve spoken about nothing but work.” 

She glances pointedly at the blueprints. “That was the plan.” 

Slate shares a soft look with Adalyn, his eyes sparkling. “I love you.” 

“Yes. I know.” 

Slate straightens. Places his hand over his chest in mock indignance.  

Adalyn relents, grinning again. “And I love you too.” 

Slate puts away the blueprints. “We can revisit this again when the materials are ready. Will you tell me about your morning?” 

Adalyn had worried that she’d be left with little to do when she sold her bakery. That the kitchen in the Spires would only keep her occupied for so long. That she’d finish reading Slate’s collection of books, and grow bored. She’d been wrong. 

In the days passed she’s practically become Slate’s manager. And that’s just regarding how he handles construction. Half of her job is keeping Slate on task. Reminding him to finish buildings before starting new ones. Helping him prioritise. Making a hard copy of his mental to do list.  

It takes patience and understanding. Slate tends to hop between projects on whim. At first she can’t fathom why he’ll be lengthening the servant’s quarters one morning, and then building a hunter’s lodge in the East Forest by the afternoon. 

Sometimes he needs it. Needs that project rotation, to prevent him from falling to tedium. Other times he jumps tasks so he won’t forget his new ideas. It’s her job to learn the difference. To gently coach Slate back on track, to take note of his ideas so he can come back to them later. He seems grateful for the assistance. And she appreciates being deferred to. Doesn’t mind the extra work. 

Adalyn’s tower had been left unfinished. A side project Slate returns to from time to time, in between other buildings. A servant’s wing had been higher priority. Their staff require a dormitory, a kitchen, a dining area, easy access to running water and a path to the mainway. Slate adds to the quarter every month or so, as more staff are recruited. 

When she’s not helping Slate, Adalyn deals with administrative errands. Sorts the mail. Handles the budget. Manages staff. Somebody has to draft contracts and organise pay and give the hapless craftfolk wandering their halls some semblance of an orientation. Scatterbrained as he is, Slate tends to hire people first and ask questions later.  

They’d first hired a goatherder, one who was willing to double as a poulterer. Adalyn didn’t want to head to Fleecehold every time she needed supplies, and having her own source of eggs, milk, and cheese (and somebody to mind the animals) is one of the first luxuries she put Slate onto. 

While construction was still underway, Slate had started hiring crafters directly. Many he would source from the valley – several professionals, and the occasional apprentice. Others he sent away for. Until there’re a modest collection of people living part time in the Spires, commissioned to create and build at Slate’s whim before the next year passes. A smith busy with hinges, nails, and other iron fittings. Woodworkers and carvers to furnish the place. Niche workers from afar for the more lavish fixtures. 

Then Slate hires artists.  

Decorations are a must. If not for his rich tastes, then to help tell the many corridors and caverns apart. People to spin tapestries, depicting Slate’s family history. Tanners, to produce leather and fine furs from Slate’s hunting, working in tandem with an upholsterer to ensure that seats and lounges are adequately cushioned. Weavers, to create an ample source of bedding for the servant’s quarter, and spinners, to make and provide thread and yarn for aforementioned weavers and fibre artists. Until Adalyn is dizzy with the sheer number of craftsfolks wandering their halls. 

Some of the art comes from further abroad. A handful of paintings and tapestries are commissioned. Slate hardly has the need for stonemasons and sculptors, but he still hires a few. He decorates the halls in limestone reliefs. The scales and wings of his family are repeated motifs. There are also hints at domesticity here and there. Designs featuring the valley; carved sheep in odd places, and crops and foods in others. Patterns peaking from a wall in the kitchen, or near the garden doors.  

Mostly they’d hired serving staff. As Slate’s castle grows, so does the housework. There is too much floor space, too many oil lamps and braziers that require maintenance. Adalyn has enough on her plate without handling the laundry or the sweeping and polishing.  

She’s still the only person allowed to wander the Tower. Slate had deemed his horde too valuable; hadn’t wanted anyone else handling their possessions. Adalyn figures he just doesn't want anyone fussing.  

Next they’ll have to hire a stable hand. And look for a guide, to take people up and down the Spires. But those tasks can wait. 

Grace arrives with their food. Cheese toast sprinkled with salt and rosemary for Adalyn – who makes a note to try cooking it at home. And a haunch of meat, dripping and rare, just the way Slate likes it. There’s wine too; the ladies had a trade deal with Ivar’s brewery, and Adalyn’s visits to The Wyvern’s Flock are a rare chance for her to indulge in his reputed winterberry wine.  

Adalyn digs into her meal while her friend lingers, catching her up on the latest happenings. Adalyn doesn’t get to be social very often, and she’s grown to appreciate the comradery and tentative friendship that the Grace and Gwen have offered her. 

They chat about Lindel. The woman had kept in touch with Adalyn, writing regularly. She still lives with her family, farming and spinning with the rest of the women in her village. Her life hadn’t changed much in the last year, but being the semi-final contender to marry Slate had bought her some respect amongst the others in her village. Even if she keeps the details of the trials to herself. 

Errah comes up too. She’s still a bit of a recluse, shepherding in one of the smaller settlements. Neither does she write, though Adalyn suspects that has more to do with her ability, rather than her desire.  

One of Slate’s cousins had been checking in on her, and the occasional sight of the silvery wyvern has been a fierce topic of gossip. Adalyn listens avidly. Lune hadn’t bothered visiting the Spires. It’s apparently poor etiquette for one wyvern to visit another’s territory and not declare themselves, but Slate doesn’t mind.  

Adalyn decides to visit Errah. If Lune is attempting to court her, then she’d probably appreciate the hard earned information Adalyn could share about that particular experience. 

Gwen wanders over, and conversation turns towards business. Repayments on the building. Mail collection. Food orders.  

The sun sets and the stars wheel gently overhead by the time Slate and Adalyn leave. They walk the settlement for a while, and Adalyn is struck with the fond memory of when she’d given Slate his first tour of the area.  

The night grows cold and Adalyn shivers. 

Slate wraps his arm around her shoulders and steers her towards the courtyard. He transforms, without a care for who sees him. Adalyn can’t help but smile again, reminded vividly of the first time Slate had landed here in this form. The power he’d given her at his entrance.  

What’s with that look? 

Adalyn shakes her head. “I’m just feeling nostalgic.”  

She brushes her fingers against his scaled snout. Smiles up at him, before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek.  

He rumbles; a sound of contentment.  

“I had a nice time tonight. Thank you.” 

He doesn’t reply, nuzzling his face against her shoulder instead. His tongue flicks out across her neck, playful and affectionate. Adalyn yelps, before dissolving into laughter at the ticklish sensation. 

Slate lowers his head further. Nudges her side, more forcefully.  

Climb on already. I want to take you home. 

She nearly flushes at his directness. Feigns shock with a hand over her mouth. “So forward, Slate?” 

His huff sends a breath of hot air at her face, but he doesn’t otherwise reply. He’s familiar with the joke. It’s not the first time she’s made it.  

Adalyn kisses him again before climbing up. Jests aside, she looks forward to getting back to the Tower. To whatever Slate might have in mind for the evening. 

Once more, the shadow of a wyvern passes over Clearwater Valley.  

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Arms Wide Open - Chapter 1

Gods, you touched him - nobody ever did that.  He struggled to appropriately respond, stumbling over his words.  “No, no… there’s no need…” he replied.  Was his voice really high right now?  “I’ve had plenty of near misses with this one…” he gestured toward Grogu.  “So it was my pleasure…”

Pleasure!!??  What a dumb and awkward thing to say…

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Summary: Din didn’t see you coming, or… one fateful trip to the market and a platonic night together changes everything.

Notes: This fic was unexpectedly inspired by the opening scenes of “Anyone but You” - I loved the sweet, companionable dynamic featured in that first night together and imagined Din meeting someone who brought out the lighter side of his personality.  I do not take it on the circuitous route taken in the movie, though.  Din and reader will get their shit together a whole lot quicker here.

Warnings: Language.

Word count: 1.3k

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You had to go… like really bad.

Your first day of work in the field office on Nevarro had gone quite well, but there had been one teensy little problem.  You had no clue where to find the freaking fresher and nobody around after lunchtime to ask.  So you held it.  All day.

There wasn’t even enough time to run home to your small cabin on the outskirts of town when you finally left in the early evening.  Your bladder was about to burst at the seams.

You looked around as you exited the building for any establishment likely to have customer facilities before running across the street to a small indoor market as quickly as your feet could carry you, praying to the Maker that you could manage to hold it for just a few more minutes.

Upon entering, you grabbed the first item within your line of sight, a small loaf of bread, and booked it to the checkout line…

…which traversed the entire length of the store.

Kriff.  

Time to resort to begging.

“Excuse me, sir?” you attempted, approaching the cashier who was busy with a customer.  “May I use your fresher?  I promise I’ll buy this.  I just really have to go… like immediately.”

He didn’t even look in your direction.  “You pay first, then you get to use the fresher.”

“Please,” you begged, crossing your legs in a vain attempt to keep the urine at bay.

He simply pointed behind him to a sign which read ‘Fresher for Paying Customers Only’.

“Damn it!” you exclaimed in frustration, then muttering to yourself under your breath.  “I’m going to wet my pants.  And then I’ll have to walk all the way home like that.  Fuck!”

“She’s with me,” you heard a distinctly staticy male voice say somewhere behind you.  “I’ll buy the bread, too.  Let her go to the fresher.”

You turned to see what stranger had intervened on your behalf.  

A Mandalorian - decked out in full armor and faceless, metal visage with a small, green child in his arms.  You’d never expected such a contradictory sight, but who were you to question it?  This man just saved your dignity.

The young cashier, suddenly alert and attentive, subtly bowed in the man’s direction.  “Of course, Mr. Djarin.  I didn’t know she was with you.”  The teenager finally looked at you and thrust a key in your face.  “Go ahead, ma’am.”

You took it without ceremony despite your annoyance with the boy, and even as you rushed to the back of the store, you took a moment to mouth a sincere ‘thank you’ to the mysterious man who subtly nodded back in recognition of your gratitude.

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Damned Grogu’s cute face.  Nobody could resist it - not even the teenage attendant behind the register who offered the child free samples of those kriffing blue cookies.

Din didn’t dare refuse.  If he did, the treat would find its way into Grogu’s mouth instead by way of the force which he still preferred his son not use around aruetti.

As they sat at a small table in the dining area of the store, Din’s thoughts turned back to you - the desperate woman he’d never seen before begging to use the fresher.  Did you not know about the public facilities right in the center of town?  What were you even doing here in Nevarro?  It wasn’t exactly a bustling tourist destination.  

Perhaps he needed to do some sleuthing, make sure you weren’t a threat.  

It couldn’t possibly be that he just wanted to know more about you… your age… marital status… No, of course not.  He was just Nevarro’s sworn protector… It was his job… obviously…

The fact that you were both beautiful and appeared appropriately middle aged like himself had absolutely nothing to do with it.

“Mister… Djarin…?”

Din was startled out of his musings by your voice and looked up to see your lovely face beaming at him.

“Thank you again for your help,” you started, taking one of his gloved hands in yours for a moment before letting go.  “Stars, I’m so embarrassed… But please, let me pay for your groceries.  You can even keep the bread - I didn’t even need it.”

Gods, you touched him - nobody ever did that.  He struggled to appropriately respond, stumbling over his words.  “No, no… there’s no need…” he replied.  Was his voice really high right now?  “I’ve had plenty of near misses with this one…” he gestured toward Grogu.  “So it was my pleasure…”

Pleasure!!??  What a dumb and awkward thing to say…

To his great embarrassment (and relief), you laughed.  “I suppose it’s not every day you get to save a grown woman from wetting her pants.”  Ah, so you were funny, too… not that he was keeping track of your attractive qualities…

Grogu, bless him, intervened then to save his father’s dignity, reaching out to you with a cookie in hand.

“Why, thank you, little one.  I would love a cookie.”  You took it from him and placed it in your pocket.  “I’m not hungry right now, but this will be a very fine dessert after my dinner tonight.”  

Good with kids - check… and smart enough not to actually eat something that had been in Grogu’s grubby hands.

The child made a series of hand gestures in response, and Din was forced to translate.  “He says ‘you’re welcome’ and…”  A sigh emanated from the vocoder.  “... he wants to know where you came from…  Grogu, she doesn’t even know us.  We shouldn’t ask personal questions.”  Says the man who wanted to investigate your background.

Din looked back up at you apologetically before adding, “I’m sorry - he’s very curious.  You don’t have to answer that.”  But he hoped you would.

You smiled - and stars, he might die if this conversation didn’t end soon.  He was getting redder and redder under the visor.

“Well, Grogu, it’s very nice to meet you.  I am new here, just started a job directing the agricultural field office - see if we can get more vegetation growing so that Nevarro never goes hungry for healthy produce.”  So you were smart, too… check…  “Today was my first day, and silly person that I am, I let everyone go early to enjoy the pleasant weather before they could show me where the fresher was located…”  And kind… another check… not that he was counting or anything.

Grogu gave her a toothy grin in response - he found this woman quite nice and funny.

“They’re uhmmm…” Din started. Why was he struggling so much to speak?  “They’re in the building next to the magistrate’s office - public facilities…”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, knocking yourself lightly on the forehead.  “That makes a lot of sense.  Thank you.”

He cleared his throat awkwardly.  “You’re welcome…”

You stared back at him serenely for just a moment, sparking his heart rate, before holding out your hand.  “I’m Flora… nickname…”

Din’s hand moved to take yours of its own accord, and he responded dumbly, “Din… real name…”  Maker…

Grogu looked up at him through scrunched eyes for a moment before bursting into a delightful fit of childish giggles, and you couldn’t help following suit.  Din finally gave in, allowing himself to take this all as lightly as you were, despite his humiliation with the entire interaction, chuckling softly under the helmet.

Din didn’t have many light moments like this.  Could he have more?

“Din… and Grogu…” you said as you regained your composure.  “It was very nice to meet you.  Thank you again for helping me out.  I hope we run into each other… often.”  Well, that sounded promising… and terrifying…

He didn’t trust himself to say anything more, so he simply nodded as you turned away and walked out the door.

The moment you were out of sight, Grogu began furiously signing in his direction.

Din sighed - Grogu was too insightful for his own good.  “Yes, kid, I like her…  No, we can’t follow her - that’s creepy…  Yes, I know I do that all the time, but those are bounties - not innocent women… Stars… ok, fine…”

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Next chapter

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Nice Little Things

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Rules: Choose 10 objects that you will place in the room of your Rooks on the places intended for customization. These should be small objects that can be placed in the following places: 2 on the tables by the doors, 2 on the tables by the aquarium, 4 on the bookcases and 2 on the walls. Attach a photo of these objects and give a short description of why your Rooks chose them.

August

This would be close to the end of the game before Tearstone. Its a brand new thing for him to have anything that is truly his, so it took some time for him to feel comfortable claiming anything as his.

Tables by doors

Davrin carved him this dragon, inspired by the art style of the Shadow Dragon's graffiti. He was gifted this during the celebration of August's first birthday after it was learned that August doesn't know when his birthday was. It was a surprise that the team would get August anything, let alone care to give him something he never knew he was missing.

With his love of coffee, August picked this up so he wouldn't have to risk suffering more pain when his nerves light up in agony thanks to the experiments his Magister put him through. When those moments hit, the idea having to travel to the dining hall was like torture to him. Now, he can get his cup of coffee without having to travel much. After Emmrich's recruitment though, together they were able to come up with a solution to help ease August's pain. So now the coffee maker is reserved for when he and Lucanis want to have some quiet time together.

Tables by Aquarium

A tree gifted to August by Harding. After her suggestion to try something relaxing, August got into gardening and loves helping her in her own greenhouse. This was another gift given to him on his first birthday celebration. When the tree gave it's first flowers, August was so excited, he ran to Harding to show her.

A rather odd collection of books, but August treasures these. It is a slow growing collection with the honor of the first to start it being Varric's book "Tale of the Champion". In his time traveling with Varric, more books would be added. All of the stories were ones of characters overcoming their struggles with realistic outcomes. No sugar coating to consequences to be found. The newest book to be added to August's collection is a series of poems and short stories written in Antivan, a starting point for August to learn the language.

Bookshelves

Whatever strong liquor August has gotten his hands on would be added to this old decanter. It used to be refilled frequently at the start of the events of the Evanuris' release. Now, he only indulges rarely and often with one of his friends among the Veilguard. It is on the bookshelf behind the chaise lounge.

His own shackles. When he was rescued by the Shadow Dragons, he refused to leave these behind. He needed the reminder that he is free, and it might be a cruelty to himself to let this remain so near. It rests on the bookshelf behind the chaise lounge.

His old gladiator weapon. He refuses to unsheathe it. It will remain there as a reminder of what he was and what he still is.

Several light weight knives are gathered with a whetstone and a leather strap used for sharpening. These blades are often used as a thrown weapon in combat and because of that, he treats these with utmost respect.

Walls

He keeps his various bows displayed on the wall. Some of them are meant for training at different pull weights. He and Harding will often train their archery skills together.

He keeps a main map of Thedas with smaller ones rolled up for his planning. August may not be official taught or put through schooling, but he learns quick. While in the Shadow Dragons, he learned how to plan missions effectively and it is a skillset he is thankful for while he is in charge, at least until Varric is in better health.

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4. Fairfield Inn & Suites Sioux Center (Nearby)

Location: Sioux Center, IA (about 7 miles from Orange City)

Features: Part of the Marriott brand, offering reliable quality, free breakfast, and fitness facilities.

Suites: Offers suites with separate living areas and kitchenettes.

Why Choose: Ideal for those who want brand-name assurance and don’t mind a short drive.

What to Expect from Hotel Suites in Orange City, IA

If you are traveling with family, staying for an extended period, or just want a bit more space and comfort, hotel suites Orange City Iowa are a great option. Suites typically include:

Separate living and sleeping areas

Kitchenette or full kitchen with microwave, refrigerator, and coffee maker

Additional seating and workspaces

Enhanced amenities such as larger TVs and sometimes dining tables

Hotels like Hampton Inn and Dutch Inn and Suites offer suites that combine affordability with comfort, making them popular choices for visitors who want a little extra room without breaking the bank.

Booking Tips for Hotels in Orange City

Book Early for Events: Orange City’s Tulip Festival and other local events draw many visitors. Reserve your room well in advance to secure availability and better rates.

Check Amenities: Depending on your needs, look for hotels offering free breakfast, WiFi, parking, and pet-friendly policies.

Compare Prices: Use platforms like TripAdvisor, Booking.com, and Expedia to compare rates and read recent guest reviews.

Consider Nearby Towns: If Orange City hotels are fully booked, nearby Sioux Center offers additional options with similar quality and easy access.

Exploring Orange City: What to Do Near Your Hotel

Staying in Orange City puts you close to several attractions:

Tulip Festival: Held annually, this event celebrates the city’s Dutch heritage with parades, music, and cultural activities.

Northwestern College: A scenic campus less than a mile from many hotels.

Parks and Trails: Enjoy outdoor activities like hiking, biking, and birdwatching in Veterans Park and nearby Loess Hills.

Local Dining: Explore bakeries, cafes, and restaurants offering Dutch and American cuisine.

Museums and Art Galleries: Learn about local history and culture.

Many hotels are within walking distance or a short drive to these attractions, making your stay convenient and enjoyable.

Sample Hotel Comparison Table

Hampton Inn Orange City

Hwy 10 East, Orange City

Yes

Free breakfast, indoor pool, WiFi

$104 - $140

Dutch Inn and Suites

Hwy 10 East, Orange City

Yes

Continental breakfast, free WiFi

$74 - $110

Heartland Hotel & Suites

Near Orange City

Yes

Free WiFi, parking

$90 - $120

Fairfield Inn & Suites

Sioux Center (Nearby)

Yes

Free breakfast, fitness center

$110 - $140

Final Thoughts

Finding the right hotels near Orange City Iowa and hotel suites in Orange City Iowa is straightforward when you know what to look for. Whether you want the comfort of a well-known chain like Hampton Inn or the cozy charm of Dutch Inn and Suites, Orange City offers accommodations that cater to a variety of preferences and budgets.

Plan ahead, consider your travel needs, and enjoy all the cultural richness and natural beauty that Orange City has to offer. With excellent lodging options, your stay in this delightful Iowa town will be both comfortable and memorable.

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Elevate Your Home with Stunning Natural Timber Tables

When it comes to timeless, sustainable furniture, natural timber tables stand out as the ultimate blend of function, beauty, and craftsmanship. From rustic dining tables to elegant coffee tables, natural timber brings warmth and character into any living space. At Touchwood Design, we specialise in creating handcrafted timber tables that transform ordinary rooms into welcoming, stylish sanctuaries.

In this in-depth guide, you’ll discover why investing in natural timber tables is more than just buying furniture — it’s about creating a legacy piece that connects nature with your daily living.

Why Choose Natural Timber Tables for Your Home?

Unlike mass-produced furniture, Natural Timber Tables offer a unique look and feel that synthetic materials simply can’t replicate. Here’s why more Australian homeowners are choosing natural timber:

1. Unmatched Durability and Longevity

Quality timber, like Australian hardwoods, is naturally strong and built to last. A well-crafted natural timber dining table can endure decades of family meals, celebrations, and everyday life. Unlike veneers or cheap laminates, solid timber can be refinished, sanded, or restored, ensuring your investment stands the test of time.

2. Sustainable and Eco-Friendly

When sourced responsibly, natural timber is a renewable material that minimises environmental impact. At Touchwood Design, we prioritise sustainably sourced Australian timber. This means when you choose our natural timber tables, you’re supporting ethical practices and reducing your carbon footprint.

3. One-of-a-Kind Beauty

Every piece of timber is different — the grain patterns, colour variations, knots, and organic textures make each table a work of art. Whether you love the rustic charm of reclaimed timber or the clean lines of contemporary hardwood, natural timber tables add character that no factory-made piece can replicate.

4. Versatility for Any Interior

Natural timber works beautifully with any décor style — from modern minimalist to country farmhouse. A statement natural timber dining table becomes the heart of your home, while a sleek timber coffee table can tie your living room together. Timber’s natural tones blend effortlessly with other materials like steel, glass, or epoxy resin.

Types of Natural Timber Tables to Consider

Ready to elevate your interiors? Here are some popular options to inspire your next project:

Dining Tables

A natural timber dining table is often the biggest statement piece in a home. It’s where family and friends gather to share meals, stories, and memories. From grand 12-seater slabs to intimate round tables, your dining table should reflect your lifestyle and space.

Coffee Tables

A well-chosen natural timber coffee table anchors your living room and adds warmth and texture. Choose a design with sturdy legs, unique grain details, or pair timber with epoxy resin for a modern twist.

Console Tables

Console tables made from natural timber are perfect for entryways, hallways, or behind sofas. They provide a stylish spot to display décor, fresh flowers, or family photos.

Custom Timber Tables

Want something truly unique? At Touchwood Design, we specialise in custom timber tables handcrafted to your exact specifications. Whether you want a live edge dining table, a river table with resin, or a rustic reclaimed piece, we turn your vision into reality.

How to Choose the Perfect Natural Timber Table

When shopping for a timber table, it’s important to consider more than just looks. Here are a few practical tips to help you choose the right piece:

1. Pick the Right Timber Species

Popular Australian hardwoods include Blackbutt, Spotted Gum, Jarrah, and Tasmanian Oak. Each species has its own unique grain, colour, and hardness. Talk to your timber furniture maker about which wood best suits your style and functional needs.

2. Think About Your Lifestyle

Do you have young kids? Is the table for daily dining or occasional entertaining? A sturdy hardwood with a durable finish will withstand more wear and tear than a delicate softwood.

3. Measure Your Space

Before you fall in love with a grand slab table, make sure it fits! Measure your dining area or living room, allowing enough clearance for chairs or surrounding furniture.

4. Consider Finishes and Maintenance

Natural timber tables can be oiled, stained, or sealed for different looks and protection levels. Some finishes highlight the timber’s raw beauty, while others offer a more polished feel. Regular maintenance, like oiling or polishing, keeps your table looking stunning for years.

Caring for Your Natural Timber Table

To keep your natural timber table in top condition:

Wipe up spills immediately to prevent staining.

Use coasters and placemats to protect the surface from heat and scratches.

Avoid placing your table in direct sunlight to reduce fading or warping.

Refresh the finish periodically with oil or a light sand, if needed.

At Touchwood Design, we provide care tips for every piece we craft, so you can enjoy your table for generations.

Why Choose Touchwood Design for Your Natural Timber Tables

At Touchwood Design, we’re passionate about creating handcrafted furniture that celebrates Australia’s rich timber heritage. Our skilled craftsmen work with responsibly sourced timber to design tables that combine timeless beauty with modern functionality.

When you choose Touchwood Design, you get:

✔️ Bespoke Design: Customise the size, timber, finish, and style to suit your space perfectly. ✔️ Sustainable Materials: We source local timber responsibly, supporting ethical forestry. ✔️ Master Craftsmanship: Each piece is meticulously handcrafted with attention to detail. ✔️ Exceptional Service: We guide you through every step — from timber selection to final delivery.

Whether you want a statement dining table, a rustic coffee table, or a contemporary resin hybrid, we’re here to help you create a piece that elevates your home.

FAQs About Natural Timber Tables

Q1: Are natural timber tables easy to maintain? Yes! With basic care like regular cleaning, using coasters, and oiling when needed, your timber table will stay beautiful for years.

Q2: What timber is best for a dining table? Australian hardwoods like Spotted Gum, Blackbutt, or Tasmanian Oak are excellent choices for their strength and stunning grain.

Q3: Do you make custom timber tables? Absolutely! We specialise in custom timber tables handcrafted to your exact dimensions, design, and finish.

Q4: How long will my natural timber table last? With proper care, a high-quality timber table can last a lifetime — and even become a treasured family heirloom.

Q5: Where can I view your timber tables? You can explore our online gallery or get in touch to visit our workshop by appointment.

Bring Timeless Timber Beauty Into Your Home

Ready to elevate your interiors with the warmth and charm of natural timber? Discover how a handcrafted natural timber table from Touchwood Design can transform your living spaces and bring nature inside.

👉 Explore our custom designs or get in touch today to discuss your dream table. Let’s create a piece you’ll love for generations!

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Transform Your Space with Handcrafted Walnut Dining Tables from Woodworking Bay Area Experts

In the heart of Northern California, the Woodworking Bay Area community is carving a niche for itself in the world of fine furniture craftsmanship. One standout creation capturing the attention of interior designers, homeowners, and furniture enthusiasts alike is the walnut dining table—a true symbol of elegance, durability, and natural beauty. If you're looking to enhance your home with a blend of artistry and functionality, a walnut dining table handcrafted by skilled artisans in the Bay Area is the perfect centerpiece.

Discover the Artistry of Woodworking Bay Area

The Woodworking Bay Area scene is a vibrant hub of innovation and tradition. From small independent studios in Oakland to boutique workshops in San Francisco and San Jose, the region is teeming with talented craftsmen who bring wood to life. These artisans don't just build furniture—they tell stories through every joint, grain, and finish.

What sets the Woodworking Bay Area professionals apart is their commitment to sustainability, precision, and timeless design. Most workshops use locally sourced or reclaimed wood, ensuring that each piece not only looks good but is environmentally conscious as well. Whether it’s a minimalist modern design or a rustic farmhouse look, woodworkers in the Bay Area combine cutting-edge techniques with old-world methods to produce heirloom-quality pieces.

Why Choose a Walnut Dining Table?

Walnut wood is one of the most cherished materials in fine woodworking—and for good reason. Known for its rich, chocolate-brown tones and intricate grain patterns, walnut brings warmth and sophistication to any space. A walnut dining table is more than a place to eat; it's a statement of taste, a gathering spot for family and friends, and an investment in quality living.

Here are a few reasons why walnut remains a top choice among Bay Area furniture makers and buyers:

Durability: Walnut is a hardwood, which means it stands up well to wear and tear, making it ideal for high-traffic areas like the dining room.

Beauty: Its deep color variations and natural sheen make each table visually unique.

Versatility: Walnut pairs beautifully with both modern and traditional décor.

Aging Gracefully: Walnut develops a stunning patina over time, becoming more attractive with age.

Custom Walnut Dining Tables in the Bay Area

When you work with a Woodworking Bay Area expert, you're not just purchasing a dining table—you’re collaborating on a custom design experience. Many local artisans offer personalized consultations to understand your space, style preferences, and functional needs.

Want a live-edge walnut slab that retains the natural contours of the tree? Or perhaps a mid-century modern silhouette with brass inlays? The possibilities are endless. Artisans can tailor everything from the type of walnut used (e.g., black walnut or claro walnut) to the table’s dimensions, leg styles, and finishes.

Custom walnut dining tables are especially popular among Bay Area homeowners looking to add a personal touch to open-plan kitchens, dining rooms, and even outdoor patios. These tables not only elevate your interior but also serve as conversation pieces.

Sustainability and Ethical Craftsmanship

One of the biggest trends in the Woodworking Bay Area community is a renewed focus on sustainable practices. Many walnut dining tables are crafted from salvaged trees or responsibly managed forests. Artisans often use non-toxic finishes and natural oils, ensuring that your table is safe for your home and the planet.

By choosing a locally made walnut dining table, you also support small businesses and craftspeople dedicated to maintaining the integrity of woodworking as an art form. It’s a win-win for both your home and your values.

How to Care for Your Walnut Dining Table

To maintain the beauty of your walnut dining table for years to come, follow a few simple care tips:

Dust regularly with a soft, dry cloth to prevent scratches from abrasive particles.

Avoid direct sunlight, which can cause fading over time.

Use coasters and placemats to prevent heat or water damage.

Apply a wood conditioner every 6–12 months to keep the finish looking rich and vibrant.

Bay Area woodworkers often provide care guides tailored to their specific finishes and materials, so be sure to ask your maker for recommendations.

Where to Find Walnut Dining Tables in the Bay Area

There are numerous places to discover beautiful walnut dining tables across the Bay Area. You can visit artisan workshops directly, attend local craft fairs, or explore online platforms where many woodworkers showcase their portfolio and offer made-to-order services.

Some well-known woodworking collectives in the Bay Area include:

The Crucible in Oakland – Known for its education and training in fine woodworking.

San Francisco Woodshop – A cooperative space supporting local makers.

Wood Thumb in San Francisco – Specializes in sustainable, handcrafted wood products.

You can also find stunning walnut tables through Etsy or independent websites where local Bay Area makers sell their pieces.

Final Thoughts

Choosing a walnut dining table from a Woodworking Bay Area artisan is more than a design decision—it's an expression of craftsmanship, sustainability, and personal style. These tables offer timeless beauty and lasting functionality, making them a worthy addition to any home.

If you’re ready to invest in furniture that tells a story, consider supporting local artisans who put heart and soul into every cut, carve, and finish. A handcrafted walnut dining table isn’t just furniture—it’s the future centerpiece of your family’s memories.

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In the heart of India’s capital, where urban homes increasingly value well-designed outdoor spaces, lawn furniture has become an essential element of modern living. Whether it's a garden, terrace, or patio, outdoor furniture adds charm, comfort, and functionality. For those looking to transform their green space into a personal oasis, choosing the right lawn furniture manufacturers in Delhi is the first step.

Why Quality Lawn Furniture Matters

Lawn furniture is not just about aesthetics—it must endure the harsh sun, occasional rain, and varying temperatures. High-quality outdoor furniture is built to resist weather damage, fading, rust, and wear, ensuring longevity without compromising style. Delhi-based manufacturers understand local climate conditions and offer tailored solutions in terms of material, design, and durability.

Materials That Stand the Test of Time

Top manufacturers in India offer a wide range of materials to suit diverse preferences and budgets:

Wicker/Rattan: Lightweight, stylish, and ideal for shaded lawns.

Cast Iron: Elegant and long-lasting; perfect for traditional decor.

Wood (Teak, Sheesham): Timeless beauty and strength.

Aluminium/Steel: Modern, rust-resistant, and low-maintenance.

Plastic/Resin: Affordable and weather-resistant for budget-conscious buyers.

Each material has its pros and cons, and Delhi’s lawn furniture makers often offer customized solutions combining functionality and design.

What to Look for in a Lawn Furniture Manufacturer

When choosing from the many lawn furniture manufacturers in Delhi, keep the following in mind:

Design Variety: From classic benches to modular seating and hammocks, manufacturers should offer a wide catalog.

Customization: Top makers allow custom dimensions, finishes, and fabric choices to match your outdoor theme.

Weatherproofing: Look for UV-resistant, waterproof, and corrosion-proof options.

After-Sales Service: Support with delivery, assembly, or repair enhances the customer experience.

Eco-Friendly Options: Some Delhi manufacturers now offer sustainable furniture made from recycled or responsibly sourced materials.

Popular Products Offered

Here are some of the most in-demand lawn furniture pieces in Delhi:

Garden chairs and loungers

Outdoor dining sets

Patio swings and hammocks

Coffee tables and center tables

Deck benches and gazebos

Whether for a private villa, a restaurant garden, or a community lawn, Delhi’s manufacturers cater to both residential and commercial needs.

Final Thoughts

The right lawn furniture doesn’t just fill your outdoor space—it defines it. By partnering with reliable lawn furniture manufacturers in Delhi, you invest in comfort, style, and long-term durability. So whether you’re creating a cozy reading corner or a lush gathering spot, choose wisely and let your outdoors speak your lifestyle.

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Everyone wants a stylish, elegant home—but not everyone has a limitless budget. The good news? Luxury doesn’t have to come with a hefty price tag. With the right vision and the expertise of interior designers near Uttarahalli - Kengeri Road, you can create a home that looks expensive, feels sophisticated, and stays within your financial comfort zone. 

In this blog, we’ll show you how local interior design experts are transforming ordinary spaces into stunning homes—without breaking the bank. 

1. Smart Space Planning: Less Is More 

Professional interior designers near Uttarahalli - Kengeri Road know that elegance starts with space planning. When one is living in a well-maintained decluttered house, it is perceived as more affluent. Small rooms can sound big when the right furniture is placed strategically, such as multi-purpose furniture, and the application of proper lighting by the designers. 

Tip: Floating shelves, open design and downsized furniture options is one of the means to get a feeling of space and style. 

2. Affordable Materials, Premium Look 

Your house need not be made to look expensive by using marble floors or gold plated fixtures. Other alternatives available to skilled designers such as laminate which simulates wood or quartz-look tiles which gives out a marble finish are often of higher quality. 

This has made interior designers in this locality to be known to use cheap but trendy materials making homeowners get their desired premium looks at a very low price. 

3. Elegant Color Palettes 

Colors are very instrumental in establishing the mood of a room. Soft neutral such as beige, ivory, taupe and gray provide a quiet, elegant touch. At Uttarahalli- Kengeri road, designers choose color schemes diligently to improve on the natural light, provide depth and look luxurious. 

What to know: A tonal scheme with an accent dash (emerald or navy, etc) should raise your room effortlessly. 

4. Statement Lighting Makes All the Difference 

Feel like you need some living-room or dining-room wow? Opt instead of trendy affordable lighting. Interior designers tend to suggest the use of pendant lights, chandeliers, and multiple-levels of lighting arrangements to establish a mood. 

The lighting designers of Uttarahalli - Kengeri Road will assist you on selecting the high-end looking lighting that costs you a fragile percent of the designer lighting brands. 

5. Custom Touches that Don’t Cost a Fortune 

A personalized wall art, custom headboard, or wall paneling of your repairing would surprise you with the effect it would make in the room. Most interior designers provide low cost makeover programs which consist of minor adjustments and modifications making your house distinctive and luxurious. 

6. Focus on Texture and Finishes 

The combination of textures is such luxury interiors prepared: velvet cushions, wooden tables, glass decorations, and metallic decorations. Dressers in and around Uttarahalli - Kengeri Road apply a layered, sophisticated style by using methods of mixing and matching items of different materials. 

You can make things interesting by emphasizing the finishes such as matte, brushed metal surface or gloss, as every corner of the house can be made elegant and deep. 

7. Access to Local Craftsmanship 

One of the biggest advantages of working with interior designers near Uttarahalli - Kengeri Road is their deep connection with local artisans and furniture makers. Such designers can find custom furniture, hand-crafted decor and made to measure installations at good prices, which mass brands are unable to provide. 

8. Upcycling and Sustainable Design 

Luxury is also about being thoughtful and intentional. Many top designers in this area incorporate sustainable design trends—like repurposing old furniture, choosing eco-friendly materials, and minimizing waste. 

This not only keeps costs down but also adds character and depth to your space. 

Why Choose Interior Designers near Uttarahalli - Kengeri Road? 

This segment of Uttarahalli and Kengeri is already turning into a nerve-centre of urban smart, trendy and affordable interior design. The experts in this place combine contemporary style with the functionality, offering homeowners luxury artifacts at domestic prices. 

Be it in a revamp or redecoration of a 2BHK apartment, or the styling of a new villa, opting for the local interior designer will always have the benefit of assuring: 

Personalized attention 

Availability of low cost vendors 

Product designs in accordance to Indian lifestyle  

Site project management 

Conclusion: Luxury Isn’t About Money, It’s About Taste 

A home does not require you to spend a lot of money to make it appear expensive. With the creative support of interior designers near Uttarahalli - Kengeri Road, you can turn your dream space into reality—stylishly and affordably. 

Need to freshen up your interiors and not sure how to spend too much money doing so? Connect with nearby experts that you can count on and see how much can be done with a good design.