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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.

[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

[newpathwrites]

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

[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.

Masterlist - Previous

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.  

[simciaga]

Waffle House by SIMCIAGA

An iconic Southern delicacy! A 24-hour breakfast diner internationally known for it's outrageous after hour customers AND employees. The cleanliness might be questionable and your total gonna vary every time no matter how consistent you are with your order BUT the food is gonna hit every time! Just make sure you see your cook take at LEAST one smoke break.

Restaurant / 30x20 (Willow Creek) / 200,364 Simoleons

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[galactic-magick]

Valentine’s Day: Odo x Reader

Summary: Odo has no idea what Valentine’s Day is, but Quark convinces him to go all out for you.

Words: 700+

Author’s Notes: Just a cute and very cheesey fic for the Odo lovers.

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Odo huffs, strolling over to Quark’s bar for the first time this morning. Once again he’s doing something that looks suspicious, and he’s absolutely not going to get away with it.

“Quark…” he glares. “What is all this?”

He gestures to the elaborate display of pink and red heart decorations all over the bar and stringed across the promenade. The bar counter is covered with flowers, candy, jewelry, and several other objects Odo doesn’t recognize. There’s a crowd of people, mainly humans, handing Quark strips of latinum and taking a few of these products.

“It’s a human holiday, figured I’d make some profit off of it. Is that such a crime?”

“Do you have a permit to sell these things?”

“Geez, Odo, I don’t need a permit to sell stupid flowers and chocolate. No need to ruin everyone’s fun,”

Odo rolls his eyes, taking another glance at the display, “What is the human holiday?”

“It’s called Valentine’s Day. It’s when human couples show how much they love each other by buying a bunch of gifts and having elaborate dates or something,” he takes a few more strips of latinum from another customer. “The point is, it’s a huge profit-maker. Humans are willing to buy tons of this silly stuff to please their partners, and it’s frowned upon if you don’t do anything at all,”

The smirk on Odo’s face falls a bit at the last comment. His mind goes to you.

“Do you...do you think Y/N will be expecting something for this holiday?” he hates asking Quark for help for things like this, but clearly he knows what he’s talking about in this instance.

“Well, they’re human aren’t they?”

“How do I know what they like?”

Quark shuffles through his supply and pulls out a huge bouquet of flowers and a heart shaped box.

“Let me introduce you to the variety pack. If you don’t know what someone’s favorite flower is, this has tons of different ones, and this box has a variety of different flavors of candy and chocolate. They’re bound to like something,”

Odo hesitantly grabs the gifts. Would you really want these things?

“Also,” Quark continues, taking out his collection of Holosuite programs. “I have a bunch of romantic programs that have been very popular. Can I interest you in one of those too?”

“Are you sure Y/N would want all this stuff?”

“Definitely. They’re into you for some weird reason, so you might as well be as romantic as possible today to show your appreciation,” he hold out his hand.

Odo sighs and gives him the latinum, walking off with his arms full of gifts.

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You’ve been on duty all day today, a stressful day at that, so the sight of Odo greeting you as you leave your station puts an immediate smile on your face. You gasp as he hands you a flower.

“What’s this for?”

“For you,” he replies.

“Why thank you, but what’s the occasion-”

Before you can finish you question, he hushes you and leads you to your quarters. He gestures for you to open it, and you do. Surprise washes over your face again as you see all kinds of flowers scattered all over the floor in a pathway. You look at him as you follow it, and he nods. It winds through all the rooms, ending in the dining area, with the table set with a gorgeous candlelit dinner and a basket of treats.

“Wow, Odo, this wonderful,” you smile and kiss his cheek.

“Are you pleased?”

“Of course!” you take his hands. “But I’m still confused about what’s going on?”

“What do you mean? Isn’t it a big human holiday today?”

You take a moment to think, and eventually burst out laughing.

“Holy shit, is it Valentine’s Day? It’s been so many years since I’ve been on Earth, I honestly forgot about that one. It’s really not that big of a holiday, but it’s still cute and fun,”

“Damn you Quark…” he mutters. “He told me this was a super important human holiday and that you would be expecting a super romantic gesture today! I can’t believe how much latinum I gave him for this-”

You take his face and turn it towards you, “Odo, regardless of the fact you did all of this because of something Quark told you, it’s still super sweet, and I love that you put in all of this effort to make me happy today. I’d love to spend Valentine’s Day with you,”

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s basically a day about love, and I certainly love you, so why not celebrate it?”

“I love you too,” he leans into your hand. “Very much.”

[greypetrel]

Impatiens- impatience for aisling x cullen :3

Hello there!

I’ll admit this put me more in difficulty than I initially thought.

First draft was in canon and a bad misunderstanding, then I thought it was too ooc and… And well, a trip to Ikea gave me, thankfully, a better idea. Here you go, modern DadWolf AU past everything. u_u

(note: “Skogsta” means, in Swedish “Comfortable” and “Affectionate”. And it’s also the name of the Discordy Table.)

Tis the prompt list

Skogsta.

Impatiens- impatience

“It will never fit, Aisling.”

“And I’m telling you, for the fifth time, that I measured the room. It will.”

They were at an empasse, standing right beside the acacia dining table on sale of Aisling’s dreams, apparently, and glaring at each other as if glaring could magically make the other less stubborn than both of them evidently were.

Renovating a house was difficult and stressful, they both knew it when they embarked in that folly, deciding in the span of a couple of hours that they would have been moving in together and buy a house, equally together. They’ve been childhood besties, friends and colleagues, and they had been together since three years: it was time he moved out from his sister’s basement and she from the small student flat she had been occupying with Sera. And move in together. They already were at his or her place anyway most of the times, so it would have been an easy and natural passage, they could give in to their mutual impatience and for once in their life to something crazy without overthinking it.

They found the house and bought it in the span of maybe too little, judging from the reactions of both their families. But it was the right size, it was close to both their mutual families, it had a home studio that could double as guest room and a decently sized garden. Sure, it needed to undergo some serious renovations, but they had the budget for it, joining forces, and after the Inquisition, defeating an organization of mages, Cullen battling dependence on lyrium and Aisling losing her left hand, how harder could it be?

It all came crumbling when the workers told them they were done and they were left with buying furniture.

And discovered all over again that they both were stubborn people. And that maybe Mia and Dorian were right in saying they would never have made it with just one long trip to Ikea, if they wanted to make it alive. Not that they would ever have admitted it.

They were standing there, Cullen with his hands on his hips, staring down at an Aisling that held her chin proudly up and just refused to let the fact that she was a full head and some shorter than him stop her.

“You can’t measure the space people need to walk around the table comfortably.” Cullen declared, finally, with a calm that was forced.

“You forget, venhan-” She rebuked, underlying the pet name. “-that I’m paid to measure things. I have a PhD in measuring things. I can and I did.”

“Maker’s breath, woman-” Cullen snorted, tossing his hands to the side, composure crumbling quickly and a deeper scowl forming on his face. “-You’re paid to measure lightnings created by magic and spells. Not furniture!”

Aisling opened her mouth, offended as if he just told her she was a mere engineer, scoffing in outrage at such audacity on his part. She looked around, trying to find help and agreement in some other people. All the other customers, tho, weren't stopping to listen, either used to seeing love stories crumbling and falling under a set of Billy libraries of the wrong colour and disposition, or not wishing to be taken amidst crossed fire in a quarreling couple. Aisling was left alone in her outrage, and had nothing else to do than turn to her treacherous boyfriend, and gesture at him with the one hand she had left, in a way that was all Solas.

“Exactly! I measure lightnings and magic spells!” She explained, out of patience. “How much harder can it be for me to measure how much space a person exactly needs to push their chair back to raise up, or what people need to walk around a table, and make but a couple of sums?”

“Don’t be so snarky with me, I know how to use a calculator as well!”

“Tell me the square root of 28.488.713.796 without one, come on!”

“This is ridiculous and childish, and-”

“it’s 168.786!”

“Well, congrats, you still remember high school Calculus!” Cullen exclaimed, circling to the other side of the table, and placing both hands on the surface. The nicely smooth and of a nicely warm light brown colour surface that indeed would match well with the colour of the walls. “It still doesn’t change that this table is too big for our damned dining room!”

“I’m telling you it is not!”

Cullen groaned loudly, pushing himself from the table and walking away from her, hands upward in the air in pure exasperation. And he thought that since she said barely anything on the kitchen, saving her opinions to ask for something not white that wouldn’t have look dirty so easily, it would have been all downhill.

“I just said we should consider an extendable!” He protested again, from the other side of the corridor.

“I just said that this table is prettier and sturdier, and it’s also on sale, the extendable ones are not!”

“We can make without the difference!”

“But why should we??”

“Why we have to choose now??”

“Do you really want to leave and get back another day to do another long queue, wait forever to have stuff picked for us, and quarrel more???”

“Fine, then, take the blighted table and you’ll lose all the money when it won’t fit!”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

Fuming from his ears as he was, he still marched back close to her to place his hand on the paper sheet that held all their notes on where to find the pieces they wanted in the storehouse on the bottom floor, keeping it still as she wrote, grunting a thank you through her teeth and replied by an equal grunt of recognition through his. An older couple walking by looked at them, grumpily helping each other taking notes of the right aisle and shelf, with a knowing smile and a complicit look passing between them.

The two, tho, were none the wiser, and as Aisling finished writing and could slip the note and the pencil back In the pocket of her jeans, they marched on, both with their hands in their pockets and looking in different directions.

“Do you still love me?” Aisling asked after five minutes, as if it was a challenge.

“Of course I do.” Cullen replied, equally grumpily.

“Good, because I still do too.”

“Fine.” He replied stepping closer and circling her shoulders with an arm, hooking his elbow around her neck and letting his arm dwindle before her opposite shoulder, tucking her close to his side.

“Fine.” She answered, wiggling so she was a little bit closer and raising her hand to twine her fingers with his. “You can choose the chairs, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

The table was the biggest quarrel of the day and, thankfully, deprived them of most of their fire. It was considerably an easier task, later, to sit on each couch and see if they both could sit there at their worst and still be comfortable, hooking legs and taking the weirdest positions they could come out off. They were scolded and reminded they shouldn’t put their shoes on the furniture twice, but in the end they managed to come to a solution, for that, the bed and the majority of the rest they needed.

Probably their impulse decision to buy all the furniture they needed in just one go wasn’t the best idea either of them had. Particularly because they were greeted, when they finally got back after hours of choosing and bickering and a too long queue to get whatever boxes they could to fill Cullen’s old pick up to bursting, by a Mia Rutherford who was smirking from one ear to the other. She was met by a double set of very grumpy, extremely tired stubborn glares. Mia instantly knew that they would have teamed up instantly to show her she was wrong, they had made it work perfectly fine, thank you, she needn’t not mocking them, and chose not to comment any further. Even if they kept on speaking to each other in grunts through all the dinner - with all Rutherford siblings giggling at them. Even if they didn’t speak to each other at all, washing up and collapsing in his bed in the basement, too tired to speak or do much else than just collapse on the bed.

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The table, in the end, fitted perfectly.

Provided people didn’t really want to bring their chair back so much, and were ok in wiggling behind the other chair if they wanted to get out the room as other people were sitting.

“I told-”

Cullen started, when he tried it from the first chair they put together and hit the wall with the backrest all too soon. But when he turned to complete the sentence, he found the green eyes of a very judging, very wounded in her pride Aisling daring him to finish the sentence. She was keeping a leg in position over the upturned seat of the second chair with both her feet and wielding the screwer as if it was a dagger. She pushed on the switch and let the machinery run for some seconds to underline the challenge, letting its whizz and whirls echo in the still empty dining room.

He couldn’t help but biting his lower lip not to chuckle too much at her, having a little pity of her wounded pride.

“-you that you look lovely today? Did I?” He corrected, still smiling and with laugh in his voice.

“At least you’re pretty, Rutherford.”

“Likewise, Lavellan.”

He slipped back on the floor and sat at her back, circling her bust with his arm to gave her some help and keep the leg upright so she shouldn’t need to use her feet. She welcomed it as a peace offering and just hoomphed, snuggling closer to his chest as she screwed the leg in place with a deft hand. He kissed her temple, and that was it.

They could stay with a pretty table that was all so slightly too big for the room, if it made her happy. As long as she left him the chaise long of the L shaped couch, that was.

[void-galaxy-shenanigans]

^^

This, 100%. But also as someone who worked this kind of job it *is* sincerely helpful when customers understand what’s going on behind the scenes.

I’m absolutely not saying it’s the customers’ fault, or that you shouldn’t unionize, or that it’s not understaffing (I’m extremely aware that that’s about 90% of most of the problems we faced). You’re right and I wish that could have happened, been fixed, etc. (I’m at a new job that, fingers crossed, seems to be much better about this.)

What I *am* saying is that customers tend to be more patient and understanding if they know what we’re up to / expected to do. Especially in the meantime while we are forced to be understaffed.

We’re *technically* not supposed to tell customers that we’re understaffed or why we’re struggling or any of that, but as an autistic who’s sometimes brutally honest, sometimes I would anyway. It usually gave customers a sense of relief, ironically (because then they understood we weren’t intentionally slow or ignoring them, and that it wasn’t their particular order or anything special about them that made us struggle).

I was a cashier. I was the one who typed in some of these orders. I was sometimes the one who yelled it into the kitchen if we had a big order so that the people on fryer or sandwich maker positions could prepare a couple minutes early, to save all the time we could. (“40 nuggets going out!” (we had to drop a new bag, that was usually all we had & sometimes more than we had); “nine burgers going out!”)

So whether it was during a cleaning time, during a rush, or close to close, I would tell the customer what was going on. It made both of our lives easier.

“We had three people call in, so we’re a little short staffed. It may be a few extra minutes to get your food; ¿is that okay?” Sometimes that could save someone on their work lunch break, or it would at least give them the chance to ask for it to-go so they had time to return to their workplace. Sometimes it told them they had time to run to the restroom or call a friend to come visit.

“We have five people running ten positions today; I’m so sorry for the delay. ¿What can we get you?” Usually a quick explanation with an apology made the customer smile, relax, and order their food. Sometimes they would ask questions and make sure we were going to be alright when we were short staffed.

As long as it was brief, and often accompanied with an apology (‘sorry for the delay’), a question (‘is that okay’), or both (‘we're short staffed today, I'm sorry for the delay. is it okay if you have to wait a couple extra minutes before your food is ready? we'll get it out as soon as we can’), then customers felt reassured, relieved, respected, or at least less upset.

The customers also usually felt like they were being let in on a secret, in a happy & connective way. They would lean in, murmur curiosity, ask questions about how being short-staffed worked/affected us or about what each position was expected to do (not in an intrusive way, more of a ‘how many responsibilities are you expected to juggle? ...oh wow, that's actually a lot. can I make your job a little easier?’ kind of way). Often this meant explaining that as the cashier, I was typing in orders and giving out drink cups or specialty drinks, but I was also getting orders out to customers at the other part of the counter (two positions, supposed to be two people at least, but they usually had the cashier do it all), and I was somehow expected to still stay on top of keeping the dining room swept, the tables cleaned, touch points wiped down, finger prints off of anything glass, wiping down soda machines & replacing anything that ran out, restocking the straws/lids/portion cups/etc.— I was expected to basically do the physical labour of two to three people so corporate didn’t have to pay three people and lose a tiny bit of profit, and ‘risk’ somebody having a chance to rest and breathe (“if you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean”).

Obviously we couldn’t share some information (upcoming sales or profit info or whatnot that we’d get sued for sharing), but if I was allowed legally to share it (even if it was frowned upon), I would.

Sometimes I’d even run the drive through alone, and that’s supposed to be minimum three people (I think it should have been four). I’d have to take orders at the loudspeaker (talk to the customer, ask the questions so I got the info we needed to make it, & type it all in), cashier at the window and try to minimize the small talk (so I had time to do everything), and also bag and hand out the order. That’s not including that I had to make drinks, and only the soda machine was close by. If they wanted anything else (coffee, lemonade, etc.) I had to go around the corner away from my register to make it, then bring the drink(s) over to the window (and sometimes they ordered several of those speciality drinks). Sometimes I even had to run the fryer station too. Whenever this happened, I would tell customers explicitly what was happening. “Hey, I’m so sorry, I’m running drive-through alone” (at the window) or “I’ll be right with you, I need to cash out the car at my window” (at the speaker). It helped them feel better about the delay, and be a little more patient as I desperately attempted to keep up or catch up. It happened a lot because I was their longest lasting employee apart from (7 years, 14 years) people titled management (because let’s be honest, I was one without the pay or title by the end).

After I had made it a whole year, they gave me a celebratory pin and started asking me to “coach” new people, and started making me run 3 to 4 positions alone. The longest employees were two to three years, and by the time I finally quit (2 years), every single one of the people I started with had quit (for new employment or because they couldn’t stand it anymore). There were a handful who began after me, six months to a year in, but they were already talking about leaving too. Most people I left behind had been there a month to six months at most. (I left in part because I was supposed to have a new job (got yanked from underneath me), and in part because they were ableist (anti autistic, anti physical disability, very very anti depression (that would be a whole other post)) and sexist & transphobic (very interrelated), and in part because they refused to actually make me a manager despite having me do every single manager task up to and including training new hires *with the manager specific training packet*. I began that job because they promised to promote me to management a year or so in, but they just kept making excuses (the real reason is depressed/bipolar autistic trans masc person, who can’t perfectly mask).

I wish we had been properly staffed, or that people were employed longer than 3 months so we had time to unionize (they usually quit at that point). It was exhausting trying to run a minimum of two to three positions, or sometimes what should have been four to five positions. I wish I had known how to unionize (they of course kept all that information from us), and had the confidence to involve others. Most of that was corporate’s fault (intentional), because greedy capitalism was more important than their workers’ lives, safety, and even ability to work properly.

But I, as a cashier, also hated it when customers showed up too close to closing time (didn’t hate the customers, but did dread the extra work). I tried to not make it their problem, but I would deflate a little and immediately dread taking their order. Because like the line cook above said, as a cashier you’re very strictly told to make anything the customer requests no matter how inconvenient or painful. Make the customer happy, worry about yourself and your cleaning and your store later. So I was expected and demanded to let them order forty nuggets or three triple burgers or whatever they wanted, and I couldn’t kick them out of my dining room so I had to clean around them, lock the doors, and wait for them to leave (because I couldn’t leave until they did, even if I was technically off *at* closing). Sometimes I’d nudge that we were short-staffed or (‘how are you’) a little ‘haha, well, I'm alive’, but I got in trouble for admitting that we were all exhausted, it was three minutes to close, and I just wanted to go home.

Customers who didn’t work in fast food were shocked by what was expected of me. (Customers who did were very understanding.) So I continued—despite protests from management—to openly disclose why we were struggling, late to talk to them, or late getting their food to them. I wish more people understood how fucked up the fast food industry is (wage theft, understaffing, expectations, timers & competitions, etc.), and how difficult it can be to work anywhere in the food industry (unless you’re very well staffed with a good boss).

The tasks the line cook described ^^ made me recall as the cashier how much we all struggled. I watched the cooks and fryers and sandwich makers groan, or run to grab more food or add something to the fryer, or lean into the edge of their station in exhaustion, or stare blankly at the screen and count sadly how much they had to make, or panic at a new order. Even as a cashier, or when I bagged their orders, it was exhausting and stressful.

I loved seeing the regulars, and beginning to memorize their name and order. It was rewarding to see them smile or light up at being recognized. They were usually the most patient, empathetic, and respectful people. They were dependable. But the new people or infrequent people were the ones who were shocked by what was expected of us.

The least stressful late orders (or large orders) called ahead or placed a mobile order. We could make it ahead of time, and continue our tasks. It still wasn’t ideal, but we didn’t have to panic or run to prepare for it. Or at minimum it was the small orders— one meal with one drink, or a couple sandwiches.

Please please please be kind and patient with your food service workers.

~Nico

it was too much i had to make my own post

line cook here. ACCURATE

if you don't get the hate, here's what you don't understand.

it takes up to 2 hours to close down the kitchen.

The last 60-90 minutes before closing time you do almost no cooking because the restaurant doesn't have many people in it and you've already cooked most of their diners.

So if someone walks in during, like, the last hour, the cook is in the middle of an industrial deep clean of the kitchen.

(these numbers can vary quite a bit from place to place but i have worked several restaurants with these actual times and the concept remains the same)

Say the place closes at 10. If you wait til the restaurant is already closed to start all your cleaning duties, you'll be there until at least midnight.

More than that your boss knows that on an average night you can start your clean up as soon as the last rush ends and get out of there around 10:45, even 10:15 on a slow night if you get lucky. That means there are plenty of restaurants where if you do take until midnight the manager is going to come up to you at some point that week and ask you what went wrong that night, and you'd better have an answer.

So this example restaurant closes at 10 pm. The dinner rush ends around 8:30, and shortly after that the cook is going to start getting every single dish possible over to the dishwasher because the dishwasher always gets hit hard and late, and the machine runs for 2 full minutes and only holds so many dishes, so the way that works out is if you wait an extra 30 minutes to give the dishwasher all your stuff it can mean adding like 60 minutes to the end of his shift. And you're gonna KEEP finding shit to send to the dishpit right up until you leave probably.

all these little square and rectangle containers in this cold table have to be pulled out and changed over into new containers, replaced by new full ones, or in some cases filled from larger containers in the back, which can result in even more empty containers to send to the dishwasher.

while it's all pulled apart to do this, you have to clean up all the spilled food and sauce and juices and stuff from the joints and ledges and shelves and drip trays

Once you get your line changed over in this way, and fully stocked, anytime someone orders something that makes use of a bunch of that stuff, you have to restock and re-clean it some. It might already be covered in plastic. Some of it might already be stuck in the back to make room to take apart your cutting board counter to clean. To cook a dish isn't TOO much of a problem at this point, but you're really hoping for zero orders because you still have so much other cleaning to do.

Meanwhile the salad bar and appetizer section and server station and everybody are all doing the same thing. Even the bartenders are stocking olives and lemons and sending back whisks and stir spoons and shakers and empty 4quart storage containers that used to hold the back-up lemons and olives and things. Every section is dumping their must-be-cleaneds to the dishpit as fast as possible because early and fast is the only thing they can do to to help that dishpit not absolutely drown into overtime.

The poor dishwasher is always the last to clock out, soaking wet and exhausted.

Around this time you probably scrub the flat top, which has turned black from cooked on grease and is still about 500 degrees. Line cooks are divided in opinion on water-based or oil based cleaning methods for this, but they all involve scrubbing with (usually) a brick of pumice stone using every ounce of your strength while you try not to burn yourself

you scrub it from fully blackened to gleaming silver and now if somebody orders something that needs the flat top to cook, you can either fuck up your cleaning job or fake it in a couple frying pans and pass that tiny fuck you down to your dishwasher (who usually understands, especially if you help them take the garbage out or clean your own floor drain later)

If there's deep fried stuff on the menu then the fryers have to be cleaned out, which includes straining the oil out into enormous and super-heavy pots full of oil so hot that if you spill on yourself then it's probably a hospital visit and if you slip and fall face first into it it'll be the last thing you ever do.

Then you gotta scrub out the fryer. Like you gotta take the (hot) screen out and reach your arm down into the weird rounded pipes and curved areas (so hot, burn you if you brush against them hot) and scrub off whatever is down there

Depending on your kitchen you might have to do up to four of these. Then you'll have to pour the (dangerously hot) oil back in

oh, and if you didn't dry the pipes and get ALL the water out of the trap and tank?

water reacts with hot oil in a sort of mentos and coke way that can send a tidal wave of oil past the open flame of the pilot light ...HUGE dangerous mess and/or burn down the kitchen if the oil lights up.

Unless! If the oil has been used too hard and needs to be changed, it's time to carry those open topped super heavy pots full of will-kill-you-hot oil and dump them in the barrel outside by the dumpsters so you can put room temp fresh oil in the fryers. whew!

The clean up is not just some light wiping down that can be easily interrupted, is what i'm saying.

You might have to do some kind of walk-in duty (moving around 50lb cases of lettuce and 50lb bags of onions to get to the stacks of five gallon buckets full of salad dressings and sauces to move so you can reach the giant metal pots and bus tubs full of prep and get it all organized and make sure it's all labeled and i have to stop now i'm having flashbacks)

THE POINT IS

by 15 or however many minutes to close, the line cook is doing an intense deep clean and probably has the whole stove taken apart to detail.

For some industrial stoves this means lifting off large cast iron plates that weigh like 20 lbs each and are still quite hot. Whatever metal burners are on there, you gotta take off and clean, you can see here the lines that indicate the large thick cast iron rectangles that sit on top of the burners to allow heavy pots to rest on. Those five (each has one front burner hole and one back burner hole, see?) have to be lifted off and cleaned with soap and a wire brush usually, and then the underneath area also has to be cleaned because a lot of shit falls through the burner holes on a busy night.

if you didn't do it when you did the flat top you have to do the grease trap (which can be like a full five minutes and is always disgusting).. You gotta clean out all the little gas jets in each burner with a wire or something so the burners all flame evenly, and sometimes you have to remove some of the natural gas piping that connects the burners to access where you have to clean.

you gotta clean out the bottom of the oven and the wire racks, and, oh gods, you gotta take down the filter vents from the hood fans above the stove.

See all the lined parts along the top of the wall?

those are hood vents, and as they pull air up they also pull a lot of grease and they have to be taken down and cleaned, then you gotta climb up there and scrub where they go before you put them back...

And then there's the mopping and floor drains and...

Anyway, that's what the line cook is doing when you walk in fifteen minutes before closing and order something that needs to be cooked on that stove. They are doing an entire industrial cleaning of a professional kitchen.

In some restaurants maybe one or two of these jobs will be every other night or even only twice a week, but in many, possibly most kitchens, ALL of these things happen EVERY night. You don't want to leave any food mess that might attract insects or rodents for one thing, so a really good kitchen is as close to brand new as you can get it every night.

IF YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO ORDER SOMETHING ANYWAY, HERE IS WHAT TO DO

open with an apology and ask the server to go ask what the cook would prefer you to order.

Any good server will already know what the cook is hoping for and what will make their line cook go into the walk in and scream. If it's significantly less than an hour to close and they say some variant of "oh anything is fine" they are either telling the lie their boss wants them to say, or they actually do not know what their line cook wants, and you can either use human connection and a conspiratorial just-between-us tone to get them to drop the customer-is-always-right act, or get them to actually go ask the cook.

It might be as specific as "the lasagna is easiest on the kitchen" or it might be a simple guideline like "nothing that requires the flat top" or "any of the sautés are easy" but a good line cook will probably have a system for if they have to make a couple of the most popular items after they start their close, so the answer is likely to include something most people like and you should be good to order that.

but for the love of all that's holy, please only do so at great need. Leave that last 30-60 minutes to the truly desperate and the crew's duties.

[joyner111]

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If you can't find the perfect large square dining table, consider custom options. Many furniture makers and retailers offer custom large square dining table that can be tailored to your specific dimensions, style, and finish preferences.

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Conclusion

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Reasons To Use a Boat Ice Maker in Key West, Marathon, Fort Lauderdale, Riviera Beach, Lake Worth, and Delray Beach, FL

Sailing in a boat or yacht on hot, sultry summers promises a good time. Unfortunately, the heat and humidity get to most people, making them too uncomfortable to enjoy the wide-open seas and marine life. The chartered bot owners and operators need to ensure comfortable accommodations for their customers. While the cabins and common areas are usually installed with quality ACs, the refreshments may be cooled and drinks served topped with fresh ice courtesy of the best boat ice maker in Key West, Marathon, Fort Lauderdale, Riviera Beach, Lake Worth, and Delray Beach, FL. ​ This is certainly not too much of a problem. Instead, one can purchase a good quality ice maker most affordably. The commercial and leisure boat operators find it essential to have at least one ice maker on board for the following reasons:

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Investing in a quality boat ice maker in Key West, Marathon, Fort Lauderdale, Riviera Beach, Lake Worth, and Delray Beach, FL, is essential for a majority of boat owners and operators today.

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We, at Shabad Interiors, understand that furniture can be functional, but basically, it is a vehicle for self-expression and also the means by which one can transform his space to a balance between comfort and luxury. As one of the finest Best Furniture makers, we specialize in the designing of furniture items that have been adjusted according to the tastes and requirements of our customers. From fabulous sofas to stylish dining tables, the craftsmanship and expertise in furniture design and manufacturing make us the most trusted name in Delhi NCR.

Creating Furniture That Says Your Style

Furniture is the characteristic thing which differentiates the aesthetic value from the functionality of a particular space. At Shabad Interiors, our Top Furniture designer Services emphasize on the fact that designs, in essence, should be beautiful and functional. Whether it is the manufacturing of the Best Dining Tables or Best Sofa Sets which simply means to embellish your dining experience or your luxury living room, every piece for you gets to be a masterpiece.

Modern Furniture for Modern Spaces

Modern interiors demand stylish and innovative furniture designs. Being a Modern Furniture manufacturer, we specialize in designing modern furniture that is in-tune with present-day living. Our products include Top Center tables designed in fashion and functionality, accompanied by modern beds manufacturers' designs for comfort and sophistication.

Customized at Its Best

Every space is unique at Shabad Interiors. Here, we have customized furniture in Delhi NCR, providing solutions to home and office based on an individual's imagination. So, it can be custom made furniture in Noida or Gurgaon or Faridabad-our team will do everything to make your furniture reflect your vision and perfectly fit the space. With great finesse, our customized wardrobes to bespoke sofa in Delhi come to bring your ideas into life.

Explore Luxury with Shabad Interiors

Luxury is not just about aesthetics; it's an experience. Being one of the leading Luxury Furniture manufacturers in Delhi, we design opulent pieces that can elevate the charm of your interiors. Our collection boasts some of the best luxury sofa in Delhi and best double bed manufacturer in Delhi options that redefine elegance and comfort.

Visit Our Exclusive Furniture Showroom

Visit our furniture showroom in Delhi to discover a world of stunning designs. We are the best furniture showroom in Delhi, presenting modern and luxury furniture along with a diversified range of furniture items. Each item of our collection portrays a reflection of the artistry and precision that Shabad Interiors is acclaimed for.

Dining, Living, and Everything More-Complete Furniture Solutions

Here, we take pride in providing a comprehensive collection of furniture to cater to all your needs:

Dining Solutions

With our service in dining tables manufacturer, experience dining as beautiful as it gets. Sleek and modern designs to time-honored classics, our tables defy the ordinary.

Living Room Essentials

Complete your living room with Top Center tables and Best Sofa Sets. Synonymous with comfort and style, you can indulge in the idea of bold, modern design or subtle luxury-whatever your taste is.

Make your bedroom comfortable with these services.

As an authentic modern beds manufacturer, we make beds that combine style with functionality. Our best double bed manufacturer in Delhi service makes sure you sleep comfortably with comfort each night.

End-to-End Turnkey Solutions

Shabad Interiors is much more than just furniture manufacturing. As a reliable turnkey interior contractor in Delhi NCR, we provide entire design solutions for the interiors. With concept to completion, our turnkey interior designers work towards your hassle-free and relaxing experience.

Why Shabad Interiors?

Exceptional Craftsmanship: We stand as a leading Modern Furniture manufacturer in Delhi. It is solely because we believe in perfection and innovation.

Customized Designs: Be it customized furniture in Gurgaon or Faridabad, our solutions are bespoke for you.

Luxury Expertise: Luxury furniture designer, we make pieces that talk of class and style.

Full services: Be it single pieces of furniture or full interiors; we care for everything.

Experience it at our Showroom: Our best designs are available in our furniture showroom in Delhi to cater to any space and taste.

Make your spaces today

At Shabad Interiors, we have been passionate about inspiring furniture and interiors that contribute a great deal to the betterment of life, whether it's a Luxury Furniture Manufacturer in Delhi or be any customized furniture in Noida.

Step into the world of Shabad Interiors and let us help you design the spaces of your dreams. With exceptional furniture designs and turnkey interior solutions, you can be assured of a home or office that exudes style, comfort, and functionality. Contact us today and experience the difference with the best furniture showroom in Delhi!

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The Most Valuable Items You Can Find at Restaurant Auctions

Restaurant auctions are treasure troves for buyers looking to snag quality items at unbeatable prices. When restaurants close, remodel or upgrade, their equipment and décor often end up at auctions, making it a golden opportunity for business owners, collectors, and savvy shoppers. From high-end kitchen appliances to unique furnishings, here’s a guide to the most valuable items you can find at restaurant auctions.  

1. Commercial Kitchen Equipment  

One of the biggest draws of restaurant auctions is the availability of commercial-grade kitchen equipment. Items such as ovens, refrigerators, grills, and deep fryers are often sold for a fraction of their retail price. These are valuable for new restaurant owners aiming to set up a kitchen without overspending.  

Look for well-maintained items from reputable brands like Hobart, Vulcan, or Turbo Air, as these tend to retain their value and last longer. Check the equipment for signs of wear and ensure it’s still functional before placing a bid.  

2. Specialty Cooking Tools  

Restaurant auctions are a great place to find specialty cooking tools that are otherwise expensive. Pizza ovens, sushi preparation stations, pasta makers, and espresso machines often appear in auctions. These items are perfect for niche restaurants or home chefs looking to replicate gourmet recipes.  

3. Dining Furniture  

Restaurants spend a lot on furniture to create the right ambiance, and these items often find their way to auctions. High-quality tables, chairs, booths, and bar stools can be picked up at bargain prices. Antique or custom-made pieces, in particular, can add a unique charm to a space.  

If you’re a café owner, look for stylish outdoor furniture sets, which are often overlooked but incredibly valuable.  

4. Décor and Artwork  

Unique decorative pieces are common at restaurant auctions. Framed artwork, sculptures, lighting fixtures, and even plants can be repurposed to enhance the aesthetic appeal of a new venue or home. Vintage signage or branded décor items from well-known establishments can also fetch high resale prices.  

5. Bar Equipment  

Bars often sell items like wine refrigerators, beer taps, cocktail-making equipment, and even complete bar counters at auctions. These can be valuable for businesses setting up a bar or individuals creating a home entertainment area.  

Pay special attention to high-quality glassware and drinkware, which are often sold in large lots at competitive prices.  

6. Technology and POS Systems  

Modern restaurants rely heavily on technology for smooth operations, and these systems often become available at auctions. Point-of-sale (POS) systems, receipt printers, and tablets are some examples. While these items may require software updates, they are an affordable way to get cutting-edge tech.  

Audio-visual equipment, like speakers and TVs, can also be a great find for those looking to set up a media-rich environment.  

7. Refrigeration Units and Walk-In Coolers  

Industrial-grade refrigeration units and walk-in coolers are among the most valuable finds at restaurant auctions. These are essential for maintaining inventory in large quantities, making them a must-have for any food service business. Since these units are costly to buy new, getting them at auction prices can save thousands.  

8. Catering and Event Supplies  

For those in the catering industry, auctions often feature items like chafing dishes, warming trays, folding tables, and chairs. These are indispensable for events and parties, offering an affordable way to stock up.  

Tips for Success at Restaurant Auctions  

- Inspect Before You Bid: Always inspect items for condition and functionality.  

- Set a Budget: Auctions can get competitive, so set a budget to avoid overspending.  

- Research the Retail Value: Know what items typically cost new to gauge the value of your bids.  

- Consider Transport Costs: Large items like refrigerators or furniture may require additional transport fees.  

Why Restaurant Auctions Are Worth Exploring  

Whether you’re an entrepreneur starting a new venture, a seasoned restaurateur upgrading your space, or an individual looking for unique finds, restaurant auctions offer a wealth of opportunities. The key is to identify items that align with your needs and focus on quality over quantity.  

By attending these events, you can secure high-value equipment and décor without breaking the bank—an advantage that’s hard to overlook. Explore your local restaurant auctions to uncover hidden gems and elevate your business or personal projects today!

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Custom Hardwood Furniture: Is It Right for You?

When it comes to furnishing a home, custom hardwood furniture is a choice that appeals to those who value quality, uniqueness, and timeless style. Unlike mass-produced pieces, custom hardwood furniture allows you to bring a personal touch to your space, with each item tailored to fit your needs and style perfectly. But is it the right choice for you? Here’s what to consider when deciding if custom hardwood furniture is a fit for your home.

One of the biggest advantages of custom hardwood furniture is its durability. Quality hardwood, like oak, walnut, or maple, is built to last and can withstand daily wear and tear. Unlike particle board or composite materials, hardwood pieces can last for generations, often looking better with age as they develop a natural patina. This durability makes custom hardwood furniture a wise investment for those looking to buy furniture that will stand the test of time.

Another reason to go custom is the opportunity for a personalized design. With custom hardwood furniture, you’re not limited by the styles, sizes, and finishes available in retail stores. You can work with a craftsman to create pieces that match your vision, whether you’re looking for a statement dining table, a perfectly sized bookshelf, or a unique headboard. Custom furniture gives you control over the details, allowing you to choose the type of wood, finish, and even the specific dimensions to fit your space just right.

Sustainability is also a compelling reason to consider custom hardwood furniture. Many custom furniture makers source their materials responsibly, using locally sourced or reclaimed wood to minimize their environmental impact. By choosing custom hardwood furniture, you’re supporting craftsmanship and sustainable practices over mass production, making it a thoughtful choice for eco-conscious consumers.

However, custom hardwood furniture isn’t for everyone. It tends to be more expensive than standard, mass-produced furniture, as it involves higher-quality materials and skilled craftsmanship. Additionally, the time needed to craft a custom piece can be a downside for those looking to furnish their home quickly. Custom furniture often requires a few weeks—or even months—depending on the complexity of the piece.

In the end, custom hardwood furniture is ideal for those who appreciate quality, individuality, and a more sustainable approach to home décor. If you’re looking for furniture that will last, can be tailored to your unique taste, and is crafted with care, then custom hardwood furniture could be the perfect addition to your home.

We have the latest selection of superior designs for both home and office wood furniture. Visit Jecams Inc.'s website to learn more!