#these saw blades are absolutely wicked

[stumblngrumbl]

if you have branches to prune or thin from trees, don't be thinking you need power tools. smaller branches are best cut with pruning shears or loppers, neither of which are expensive; if you have smaller branches (up to an inch in diameter) that are up higher get something like fiskar's pruning stik and most people can easily cut branches that are 9-10' off the ground and it's light enough to easily use from a ladder for higher access as well.

for thicker branches, get a pruning saw. unless you're going to be cutting hundreds of branches each day you'll find a good manual saw to be easier to carry around and nearly as quick to get through wood.

i was using the saw from the top of my long pole saw and finally got the same blade just with a more comfortable handle:

no joke, you can cut a 3" green branch in about ten seconds or less with this. it's easy yet provides great exercise - arm, shoulder and core - it'll last almost forever, never needs to be charged, take it camping for firewood (expect it to be tougher getting through hard dry wood though!), slash through zombies with it.

bought on everyone's most hated site that we keep using for $39 a few months ago.

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Unpunishable

Astarion x F! Tav

(Girl Talk part 4, can be read alone)

18+ love triangle dynamics, possessiveness, blood drinking, tav being a menace, dom/brat, angry sex, power play, fingering (f!), mild restraint, spanking, spitting, p-in-v, prostate orgasm, some silly fun at the end

After Karlach spent the night with Tav, Astarion is feeling very normal about it. So normal that he needs her in his tent all night. Just to feed, he swears...

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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"You can feed from me tonight, if you'd like."

Her words were sweet, alluring. He knew he should express gratefully, but he was tight. Breathing through his nose.

"I'll see you tonight, then." He intoned in his best pantomime of casual.

Pretending he didn't see her emerge from Karlach's tent this morning. That he didn't go back to his tent to scream into his pillow.

Oh gods, no, no. Why had he waited?

Well, he knew. Fate had aligned against him, like it always does. He had planned to tell her, he truly had. But then she had nearly drowned. By his own idiotic actions, to boot.

Some god truly had a vendetta against him, he just wasn't sure which.

He tried to reassure himself, watching her mill around camp, it didn't appear they were together. Yet, anyway. They exchanged sly glances but beyond that their chatter was relatively the same.

Maybe he still had a chance.

Oh who was he kidding, it's Karlach. He's done for.

No. No, he couldn't give up.

Tonight, he had her for tonight.

Watched as her long legs kicked out in front of her as she sat down, leaning conspiratorial to whisper something in Shadowheart's ear. Saw the cleric's cheeks go red.

Feeling his eyes she glanced up, smiling cat-like at him. Pulling her hair over her shoulder. Tipping her head back slightly, beckoning him.

Gods below, he was in over his head.

Her face smeared with a smile, arms coming up. Arcane power pulsing wicked through her. "Umbra!"

Their enemies were swallowed in darkness. A flash of red hair as she dove in. The sounds of thrashing death from the darkness.

He pulled his focus back to the light, firing down on those on the outskirts. Pointedly ignoring the sounds of her viciously tearing into bodies.

He had asked before why she could still see in her spell.

"Ironic, isn't it?" She had laughed, pointing to her demonic eyes. "The blind leading the blind, truly. Well, previously blind. It's the Devil's Sight." Leaning on her hip, flourishing with her fingers. "What can I say, I'm thorough. I intended to never be without sight again, and I meant it."

He knew it went deeper than that, if her reaction to Volo's "help" was any indication.

When he had pulled a needle from his pack she grabbed his wrist tightly. Her normally charismatic eyes tight with icy rage. Sitting up.

"You are not putting that in my eye." Her voice a hiss, grip tightening.

Volo had flinched, endless apologetic words flowing from his mouth.

She had reminded him of their other Drow, Minthara, in that moment. Could see the same cold controlled anger in her. He understood why they were close. Both Drow nobility. Both raised with the same frigid hand.

The more he got to know about her, the deeper the rabbit hole went.

Now, their enemies were felled and he let out a relieved sigh. They had gotten into a powerful rhythm of combat, all knowing their role and executing it well. But that didn't guarantee victory.

She emerged from the dark, absolutely soaked in blood. Shaking the excess off of her blade with a flick of her wrist. Her usually neatly pinned hair falling out of its plaits. Chest huffing with exertion.

Gods below spare him.

"Call off?" She shouted, eyes scanning.

Since she fought almost entirely in darkness, she usually didn't know how the others had fared. So they worked out a system.

"Aye!" Karlach called cheerfully.

"Aye!" Minthara growled, pulling her greataxe out of a body with a grunt.

"Aye!" He called, more breathily than he meant to.

She smiled at him. "Excellent. Good job, all. Though I had no doubts."

"Minthara, check for injuries. Karlach, take account of the dead, throw any scrolls to me. Astarion, help me with this locked chest."

He let out a great sigh, pretending to be put upon.

She leaned into his play, looking at him with great pleading eyes. "Astarion, pleaaase~"

He could never tell her how shockingly effective that was on him.

"Alright, you child. Step aside." She laughed, stepping away with a flourish of her hand.

He crouched down, taking out his tools with sure hands. Beginning his ministrations.

"You know," He jumped at her voice in his ear, her warm body crouched behind his. "You make this look so easy, surely it must be harder?"

He resisted the shiver that sat at the bottom of his spine. Her velvet voice directly in his ear.

Of course she was still drenched in blood. She knew what she was doing, the she-devil.

"I assure you, it's difficult for most." He huffed, focusing back on his work.

"Hmm, do you think I could do it if I practiced?" She murmured, he could hear the smile in her voice. "I've been known to have very nimble fingers."

He nearly dropped his tools. Memories of their first night assaulting his mind. Regained composure.

"I'm sure you'd make a fine locksmith, darling. Now if you don't mind." His voice was snippy, irritation thinly veiling his arousal.

Always teasing him. Gods he wanted to push her against a wall.

Shook his head slightly. No. Less of those thoughts. Focus.

"Oh, you're no fun today." She giggled, rising to feet. He immediately felt the absence of her body.

"Prickly, I'll have to watch that I don't nick myself." At the word nick, she waved her wrist past his face as she passed. Rejoining their companions with a look at him over her shoulder.

Oh he was going to take her apart tonight.

He paced in his tent. So many emotions crashing around inside him. Longing, fear, anger, desire. And the one that surprised him the most; possession. That had been at the forefront of his mind shockingly often.

He wanted her. Badly. And he wanted her to himself.

He had a great fondness in his heart for Karlach but if it came down to it, he wanted it to be him.

Rest assured, he wouldn't go down without a fight, and he didn't fight fairly.

The flap of his tent lifted slightly, her white eyes asking for entry.

"There you are." He purred as she stepped inside.

She tied down the fabric. The universal sign of do not disturb.

Oh?

His dead heart raced a little.

"Well, are we planning for more than a feeding tonight?" He stepped closer, smirking.

She pulled the pins in her hair, kicking off her boots. Shaking her head, her red hair fell and bounced down to the base of her spine. Her eyes cutting up to his.

Hells below it wasn't fair.

"If you play your cards right. Now help me with my armor."

He stepped forward and she turned her back to him. Pulling her hair away for him.. His quick fingers went to work on the buckle on her shoulder.

The smell of her well-oiled leather breastplate, the blood still caught in its creases. The oils in her hair, something sweet. Appleblossom.

"...Are you smelling me?"

He sputtered, heat rushing to his neck. "Certainly not. Gods."

He saw contained laughter in her shoulders as he lifted her breastplate off. She sighed in relief, stretching.

"I don't mind." She turned her head slightly, winking at him. "I'm sure your keen senses tell you a lot. Don't they?"

She stepped back into him, sliding her head into the side of his face.

He leaned in then, giving in completely. Eyes closing, breathing in like she was the most enthralling perfume. If he could bottle it, he would wear it on his wrist.

His hands came up to pull at her hair, nuzzling down into the curve of her neck. A small moan in his throat. Exquisite.

She kicked off the last of her armor, now in her damp underclothes, still sweaty from their fight earlier that day. Her musk coming to swirl into the heady bouquet.

"How do you want me?" She asked, sighing and leaning her head back.

That question send a quick shock of pleasure into his already hard cock.

"Down. Down with me." He pushed on the back of her knees with his own.

She kneeled down with him, straddling around her back. Pressing his erection hard into her lower back. Making his intentions clear.

This was the first time he had taken charge between them and it sent a delicious thrill up his spine.

He bit down into her with a groan. Pulling her into his throat in pulses. Her taste sending his eyes into the back of his head. He would never get used to it.

Her little sighing whimper stroking down his cock.

He latched on harder with a growl, his frustration brought to the surface again. How many times did he have to bite her to make it clear that she was his to the others?

His.

That she felt the need to seek out other bodies. Oh he would make her certain that she needn't do that tonight.

He pulled off with great effort, laving his tongue obscenely up her neck. They had more pressing matters to attend to.

"So I couldn't help but notice," He started, fingers trailing up her arm. "That you spent the night with our sweet Karlach."

"I did." She agreed, pushing her ass back into him cheekily. Subtly moving her hips up and down. "Do you have any feelings about that you'd like to share?"

He expected her to deny it, to get flustered. He should know better by now.

Gods below, he wished he could warn that idiot on the beach that he was about to walk into the vipers' den.

"Feelings?" He intoned, playing up for time.

"Mhm," She hummed, reaching up and playing with his ear. Her skilled hands pulling, the sensitive skin betraying him. He stifled a moan.

"Would you have liked to join?" She smiled, giving a little tug.

The band of frustration snapped inside him. Catching her wrist into his hand.

She gasped and he could smell a new wave of arousal rising from her.

"No. I did not." He growled.

"As a matter of fact," He hissed, pulling her hair in his fist. Her neck bending open to him. "I was not pleased to see that at all."

She moaned, arching her back. "No?" Her voice coming out hot. "Not into sharing?"

He reached around her front. Pulling her chest wrappings off in a harsh flick of his wrist. Falling away into her lap.

"Not even a little, darling." He warned, directly into her ear.

Fingers twisting her peak. "I intend to make you mine."

She shivered, much to his delight.

"Prove it." She hissed, turning her head just enough to look in his eyes. That devilish smile on the edge of her lips.

He shoved the space between her shoulder blades, pushing her face down into his pillow. Hiking her hips up.

She groaned, then laughed. Laughed.

He growled, pulling her underclothes down roughly. His hand snapping hard down on her ass.

She mewled, burying her face in his pillow.

Oh now we're getting somewhere.

He struck the reddening skin again, the crack of his hand hanging in the air. Seeing the wetness start to drip down her cunt.

"You evil little thing." He chided. "Are you going to be good?"

She hooked her legs around his knees, pulling him off balance for fun.

"Hmm, I'll consider it." She mused.

He reached around her front, fingers circling against her clit, other hand pushing two fingers inside her. Fast and angry. She moaned, pushing her hips into him.

"You'll consider it..." He repeated, goading in his voice.

He thought about how she had him in the same position not long ago. Felt a thrill of fresh arousal fire down his cock.

He blurred his hands against her clit, curling his fingers and slamming inside her.

She arched her back up like a cat, her hands held out to balance her curling. Little choppy breaths.

"Astarion," She moaned, nearly whimpering.

Oh that was doing it for him. Pre-cum pooling in his leathers.

"Say my name again, or I stop."

She hit her fist against the ground in frustration, not wanting to give in. He smiled wide. Oh, he could get her to play his game by the rules.

His hands started to slow in warning.

"Astarion!" She whined, incredulous. That same tone when she asked for help earlier.

He started back up again dutifully. Her shooting daggers at him. Giving her a smug preening smile.

She was rocking back into him, sweet little urgent moans pushing out of her. He loved to hear her sing for him. Him and only him.

"Tell me you'll only make these sounds for me." He leaned forward into her ear.

"Is that what you want?" She panted, hand coming up to cup his head.

"Yes." He bit at her ear. Hands punishing.

"Swear it."

She panted, nearly there. The smell of her blood burning with heat.

"I swear. Now fuck me like you hate me."

He groaned, his cock throbbing against her backside. Suddenly remembering that she had never taken a man before. His arousal doubling.

He released his cock from its painful cage. Lining up to her with as much restraint as he could muster.

Planted a hand on her lower back. His cock steadying at her entrance.

"Hold on, darling."

She slammed back, sheathing herself on him to the hilt. He groaned, nearly buckling over.

Gods below, she was going to kill him.

"All out of venom?" She teased.

"Do I need to gag you?" He held her hips harshly, restraining her. Rolling into her at a punishingly slow pace.

"You can try." She moaned, gripping his length. Clenching down around him in pulses. The languid pace making her shake.

He gripped down on her hair again, fisting it at her scalp. Pulling her head back.

Saw her smile, eyes closing in pleasure. Hips meeting his in rhythm. Finally giving in to him.

But he wasn't done with her.

He leaned over her back. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes, those haunting white eyes. Filled with desire for him, pupils blown wide.

"Open your mouth."

She looked surprised but obliged dutifully. Those perfect plush lips falling open.

He spat into her mouth.

He saw her eyes hitch back, clenching down hard around him. Knew her orgasm was close behind.

He said her name sharply as he slammed into her, pulling her hair again. "You look at me while I fuck you through this."

She nodded, swallowing his spit. Face flushed.

Gods now he could barely keep his eyes open.

Her face cringed in what looked like pain. Eyebrows knitting together. Keeping her eyes open with what looked like great effort.

"Oh Gods," She whined, as the first contractions hit.

He focused on keeping pace but it was a futile effort. Her cunt taking him at the rapid pace of her undoing.

He felt his own face screw up in pleasure. Her eyes still locked on his.

Whimpering and begging moans pushing through her. Body shaking against him deeply.

"Please come, Astarion." She urged, her voice so sweet.

He could hold off no longer. Hearing his name said like that again the match striking to the powder keg.

His pelvis contracting in vicious pulses. His body remembering her pleasures had activated his prostate without touch. Those same hard tremors shooting through him. He spilled inside her in unbearable pulses. He bit down on his arm to not scream. Coming so hard he saw stars, and then coming more after that. Unable to maintain eye contact anymore, his rolling back into his head.

"Oh Gods. Fuck." He groaned into the muffle of his bloody arm. The pleasure finally winding down.

She squeezed his thigh reassuringly as she panted, head fallen into the pillow.

He pulled out of her slowly. Groaning at the obscene amount of his spend pouring down her backside.

Gods he didn't know he had that much.

He grabbed a cloth and wiped it away from her. Though he would love to stare at it for hours.

"Oh thank you," She purred tiredly, smiling at him. "What a gentleman."

She sat back on wobbly legs, reaching for her clothes.

He grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing, darling?"

"Getting dressed." She said simply. Looking at him confused. "Don't worry you'll be free of me soon." She said easily.

Gods below how did she still think he didn't want her.

He pulled her into a searing kiss.

She squeaked in surprise.

"I Don't."

Bite.

"Want you."

Bite.

"To leave."

She moaned quietly into his mouth, wrapping her legs around his back.

"You're sure?" She asked, eyes soft. Melting him through.

"For the love of... yes!" He admonished, to her little smile. Biting her lip.

Blushing.

He never thought he would see the day.

"So you want to be my boooyfriend~"

"Oh Gods, I'm regretting this already."

"You liiiiike me~"

"Yes, you demon." He grabbed at her waist, biting at her playfully.

She squealed out a laugh. Trying to get away. "No biting! No biting!"

"A little late for that, don't you think?" He laughed. Digging his fingers into her sides to reignited laughter. Wiggling to get away.

"No! I'm ticklish!"

"Oh, you've made a grave mistake, admitting that." He leaned down and nipped at her sides.

He smiled evilly at her hands shoving his head, her mouth open wide in a gasping laugh.

He could get used to this.

~

(okay I think this is the last one of these, I hadn't planned to make this a series but the gods of smut took my hand. thank ya'll for all the feedback on this series!!!)

[writingoddess1125]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do a kind of platonic Sanji x afab reader where the reader is apart of the straw hat crew and they just got to the Baratie and Sanji keeps trying to flirt with the reader but then he finds out she has a girlfriend and is absolutely flabbergasted/shocked, I think it would be kinda funny

Friend like me!

Platonic Fem Reader x Sanji

I tried 🤣 I laughed while writing this and did have a friend of mine help me!

When the crew had picked you up from Koju Island they had seen a fierce female pirate with amazing skills with a blade and art making you the resident Barber/Artist on the Going Merry.

While the crew had definitely warmed up to you, one thing that became undoubtedly clear was- you were a bit of a Pervert.

When you and the crew arrived at the Baratie you had already tried to scope the scene and see what hotties were there, sure you would never cheat but you did enjoy admiring a artistic form.

It wasn't till the waiter came, first spilling some hateful words about the 'Shitty' restaurant in clear distaste which made you snort a laugh- His eyes catching yours.

You saw how his eyes lingered on your form, his eyes traveling across your bust and face for a brief moment and doing the same with Nami- Oh this would be good.

"What can I get for you two lovely ladies tonight?, We have a Poulet Breton, Coq au Vin and Roast Beef as specials tonight which would pair well with the house Merlot or we do have a fine Rosé that may suit you two better" He said with upmost kindness and politeness, intent pouring from his lips.

Nami sighed, clearly ready for some snide comment as per usual but you decided to have some fun.

"And what do you recommend? Personally" You say, seeing the waiters cheeks grow red at he gave you a crookened smile.

"(Y/N) stop teasing the damn Waiter-" Zoro finally cut in, Knowing you were just building him up to rip him to the bottom anyway.

"I'm a chef, not a waiter" Sanji said sharply "And if the pretty lady likes me then that's all that matters Green top-" Zoro glared at him and finally you laughed.

"I'm gonna have to stop you there, I already have a beautiful partner that I don't plan on letting go of" You say honestly, seeing him deflate a bit at hearing this.

"Ah I do apologize I didn't realize you had a bo-" You cut him off again.

"Girlfriend-" You say with a smirk, watching the blondes eyes widen in surprise.

"Really?" He said his eyes drifting to the red head which you shook head at mouthing 'Hotter' in response and he raised his brows impressed.

"Yes its called being a lesbian-" You say plainly, Zoro sighing at this and rubbing his temple as the rest of the crew stared at you and the waiter.

It was then that you two stared at each other.. like a 6th sense took over that felt the fellow presence of a fellow Pervert.

"So you're telling me you appreciate the female form" He said with a serious look on his face, you meeting his gaze with equal amount of seriousness.

"I fucking love it-" You say, before a smile stretches out over both of your guys lips like some wicked imps. You and him going into stories of beautiful women, you quite heavily over explaining your own girlfriend which Sanji agreed sounded like she was hot- Before delving into the models he had seen here at Baratie. Like you two where comparing notes for a very important study.

The Strawhats watching this with a dumbfounded look on their face and Zoro with absolute disgust.

"Did we just watch a unlikely friendship bloom between two perverts?-" Nami asked as she watched you and Sanji rave about beautiful women, Usopp nodding softly in conformation.

"Yep-"

The crew sighed heavily at this- At least their wasn't a fight to clean up..

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Collab with the wonderful and crazy talented @elmonstro . It was so much fun working on this with you!!

Lambert absolutely hated markets. As a general rule they were noisy, crowded and more often than not at least one merchant would try to rip him off once they caught sight of either his medallion or his eyes. Aiden however, had no such hang ups and loved to people watch and talk to various merchants about their wares, the stall owners scents turning to just a general wariness which was easier to ignore as he complimented the quality of their wares or charmingly haggled over price in a way Lambert never could (whether it was due to his schools teachings in getting certain humans to lower their guard or if it was just Aiden, Lambert wasn't quite sure).

He found his gaze wandering as he stood listening to Aiden get into an animated discussion about a spice he'd never even heard of, nevermind tasted. Some of the merchants looked to be packing away for the day, a mother pulled a fussing child away as they made grabby hands at a stall selling various sweet treats and he was pretty sure that young woman just pickpocketed the old man she'd bumped into but Lambert decided he probably deserved it, if the name he called her in response to her apology for running into him was anything to go by.

The telltale flash of sunlight on metal coming from the end of the row caught his attention. They'd done this enough times now for Lambert to know he'd probably be back before Aiden even noticed he'd gone and if he wasn't, the Cat would have no problem finding him again.

The stall had a surprisingly wide array. Lambert spotted wicked looking punch knives with engraved blades alongside the usual vegetable and carving knives. A couple of ornate daggers which were definitely more for decoration than practical use if the fancy handles and sheaths were any indication took pride of place front and centre. No swords but judging from how old and stooped the smith looked, Lambert took an educated guess that the heavier stuff was back in his workshop. Lambert was about to turn around and make his way back to Aiden when he spotted them. Nestled towards the back was a pair of daggers. Small enough to be easily concealed but the blades looking wicked sharp nonetheless. One had a slight curve whilst the other was straight as a rod. The handles had the exact same simple ornamentation - a line of gold filigree winding around and up the steel like a vine whilst the accompanying sheaths were the exact same shade of royal blue. A matched set then.

He was suddenly struck by images of those blades being cradled in dark skinned, long fingered hands. The sheaths complimenting blue armour and green eyes.

"Can I see those?" He asked waiting for the smiths nod of permission before he reached over. The balance was good and there were no visible imperfections.

"My son does all the leatherwork for the sheaths." The smith piped up, a note of pride in his voice, "Treats it right and proper so it won't fade or crack." Lambert nodded as he smiled. They were perfect. At least, they were until he saw the price. There was no way he could justify spending that much, not when they didn't know how far they'd need to make their coin stretch; even with half of their earnings going into a shared purse (which he wasn't going anywhere near. That was for emergencies and besides - it wasn't much of a gift if Aiden ended up putting money towards it too).

Trying not to let his disappointment show too much, he placed the straight blade back on the stall, "How much for just the one?"

Aiden ended up meeting him halfway, smiling when he noted the direction Lambert was coming from, "Why am I not surprised you got drawn in by sharp, pointy things? Get anything?"

Lambert thought about the dagger he'd managed to tuck away into the top of his pack. The smith hadn't seemed too pleased about separating them either, but a sale was a sale. He shook his head, wrapping an arm around Aiden's shoulder, "Just looking. You done?"

Aiden stared at him briefly before nodding. If Lambert's emotions were showing on his face, he was gracious enough not to mention it.

Aiden wrinkled his nose at the slop that was passing for stew in the inn's main room and Lambert found himself sharing the sentiment. It was to be expected really; the room was barely the right side of habitable. They could put up with worn, dirty mattresses and sour ale for a night but they drew the line at meat which smelled like it was about to turn, even under all the spices and gravy the cook had tried to disguise it with.

"Ugh. I'm going to go see if I can catch that vendor we got those pies from earlier before he closes up. I'll be right back." Aiden said, draining the last of his drink and dropping a couple of coins, leaving Lambert at the sticky table before he could reply. Not that he'd been a great conversation partner since they'd left the market.

Neither of them were overly materialistic: both literally and figuratively, they couldn't afford to be and Aiden had always placed more value on the thought behind a gift rather than its worth anyway. Lambert knew logically that Aiden would love the curved blade that was currently burning a hole in his pack as he was both excited and slightly ashamed to hand it over. The incident with the smith incessantly poking at a certain sore spot. They risked their lives day in, day out and for what? The cheapest rooms they could find and having to constantly compromise on little indulgences. He knew there were plenty of others in the same situation and worse but still. It made him question sometimes if the scars and constant vitriol were worth it.

He was pulled from his thoughts by a familiar head peering around the doorway, making a 'follow me' gesture before disappearing back outside. He wordlessly allowed Aiden to lead him to the back of the building where he used an empty barrel as a boost to start scaling the outside wall. Lambert followed easily, the old stone providing plenty of hand and footholds where parts had been worn away or broken off completely over the years.

"Here." Aiden said handing over one of the still warm pies once they were settled on the sloping roof of the Inn, "I grabbed a couple for breakfast too."

They ate in an easy silence, Lambert enjoying the taste of the tender rabbit and vegetables as he people watched. Once he'd finished, he stripped down to his tunic and lay back on the sun warm tiles, watching as the sky gradually turned from various reds and oranges to a deep blue as the sun started to disappear behind the mountains which dominated the horizon on one side of the town.

He turned his head slightly to look at Aiden when he felt eyes on him, the Cat was giving him a fond look which never failed to make Lambert feel like an awkward teen with a crush.

"What?" He huffed, giving a small smile in return.

Aiden shrugged, "You look good like this is all. Relaxed suits you." He shifted his weight slightly and as he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear - something Lambert knew was a nervous habit, "I got something else while I was out. For you."

"Me?" Lambert sat himself up as he watched Aiden start rummaging through his pack before pulling out something wrapped in plain brown cloth.

"I saw it and immediately thought of you and I was going to wait for a better time. But you seemed like you needed cheering up and besides, I don't think you can get any more romantic than a rooftop at sunset."

As if on queue, a musician started playing somewhere, the sound of soft fiddle music drifting over to them through an open window. They locked eyes with each other briefly before bursting into laughter.

"I stand corrected.' Aiden said as his laughter died down, taking the strange tension that had fallen between them with it as he held the small package out to Lambert, "Go on. Open it."

Lambert couldn't place why the weight and shape felt vaguely familiar until he revealed a royal blue sheath. Oh, sweet Melitele this couldn't be happening.

"The guy said that it was part of a set," Aiden started, looking apologetic, "But he'd sold the other one earlier. I-" His expression turned to one of complete bafflement when Lambert started chuckling quietly. Those chuckles quickly morphing into full belly laughs.

"Uh, Lambert?" He asked, trying to tamp down the hurt that was rising up at his gift being laughed at.

"Shit. I'm sorry Aiden. I promise I'm not laughing at you it's just...I got something for you too."

He reached into his own back and held out a package of similar size and shape, wrapped in the same cloth. Aiden took it, eyes widening as he seemed to piece things together, "Is this-"

"Yep."

Aiden's smile rivaled the sun as he admired the blade Lambert had handed over.

"You know." Lambert said as he attached his own to his belt, "I'm pretty sure there's some places where this means we're married now. Or at least betrothed."

"Do you want it to?"

"Huh?"

Aiden looked uncharacteristically shy, not quite making eye contact, "What you just said... about the...do you want it to mean that?"

Lambert's heart started doing somersaults, "That we're married or we're betrothed?"

"Either. Both?"

It felt as if the whole continent was holding its breath waiting for his answer.

"Yes. Both. Yes."

He suddenly found himself with a lapful of Cat who seemed fully intent on kissing him stupid until the need for air became an issue.

"You?" Lambert asked, looking directly into Aiden's eyes from where their foreheads were pressed together.

"What do you think?" Aiden asked with his familiar smirk, raising Lambert's hand to his lips and kissing his knuckles, something that never failed to get Lambert flustered.

"Let me hear you say it?"

Aiden shifted so his mouth was grazing the shell of Lambert's ear, "Yes. To both."

Their mystery musician switched to something more lively, not that the two of them were paying attention. Wrapped up in each other as they watched the last sliver of sun disappear.

[beneathashadytree]

omg hello! I was the anon that requested that law one shot and can i just say, it was so perfect. i feel like you wrote for him so well i absolutely adored it sm. thank you for taking the time to write it! it was so well written and I felt like law wasn’t ooc at all ahhh. tysm.

anyways i saw you were still looking for more one piece requests so i decided i’d request again (if that’s okay? if not ignore me, my apologies.) but another one piece man that i am absolutely head over heels for is zoro. i simp for this man so hard oml. if you could write a zoro x reader where the reader is jealous of hiryori and her interactions with zoro during the wano arc i will cry (i think i speak for most zoro simps when i say we were all jealous of this girl during this arc.) i guess this would fall under a hurt/comfort genre too? idk. i’d imagine reader is part of the straw hats though, and that there’s a some sort of unspoken preexisting relationship there but that’s all up to you! thank you so much!

YOURS, MINE - RORONOA ZORO X READER

Warnings : general negative feelings, this isn’t to depict Hiyori in a bad light at all, there will be lots of plot holes in this because I am nowhere near Wano, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : hurt/comfort (my fav hehe)

Word count : 3.0K (holy. shit.)

Additional notes : Oh nonnie, I’m so so glad you liked the Law piece! I enjoyed myself sm while writing it so I’m happy it paid off 🥰 And thank you so much for requesting! However I have a terrible announcement to make… I am absolutely nowhere near Wano😭 I’m VERY behind on One Piece, as I’ve said in my rules for requesting. I had to spoil myself the entirety of the whole Hiyori thing to write this, and I did a lot of research to do that, so there might be some discrepancies. I did adore the request idea though, and I so desperately want to write for One Piece characters, so I got it done! I hope it’s not a let-down though😭 Let me know what you think💗

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They’d never thought that there would come a day when they would say this, but they were dangerously close to cursing Zoro’s soft-heartedness winning over this time. After all, it was what had gotten them into this mess of a situation in the first place.

Initially, they’d set off with Zoro, as they often did. Considering the fact that they’d always been the one he’d tolerated the most amongst the crew, it had only been natural that their shared comfortable silence slowly developed into lingering glances, prolonged-more-than-was-probably-necessary subtle skin contact, lazy naps together bathed in sunlight in the crow’s nest, and worried murmurs in each other’s ears whenever one left to fight on their own. The development was a gradual one that left a blanket of bliss covering them amidst all the blood and sweat, and so they reveled in always accompanying one another, the words expressing how they felt left unspoken.

They’d shared Zoro’s skepticism when the breathtaking young woman had run in their direction, the frantic look in her eyes only increasing her wariness as she begged the swordsman to help her and the child burrowed in her arms. He didn’t get much time to choose, given that Kamazo had chosen that moment to aim his blade at her—and with a quick glance at her bloodied clothes and visible terror, he struck back as the horrible fight ensued. His kindness and soft spot for weak children and women being sullied by the bloody hands of the wicked had won over.

It wasn’t out of weakness or cowardice that they’d snuck away. Given their experience with the Strawhats, they could certainly pull their own in a fight; after all, that was how Zoro had come to respect them so fiercely from the start. However, they could very distinctly recall an argument from a long-distant past—one where he’d very clearly (almost harshly, even, if they hadn’t known him too well to think that of him) asked them to not interfere with his fights. Clumsy as he was with his firm words, they knew the lingering message.

I cannot guarantee our safety if I worry too much about your protection. I truly cannot afford any distractions. Your strength will be needed elsewhere. I can deal with things better on my own.

Respecting his decision and the effort it took for him to get over his pride to admit that, they’d since adhered to their solo battle strategies. And so with that talk still in mind, they’d left him to protect the woman and the girl, determination set on their face as they bounded off with their own plan to dispose of anyone that should prove to be a threat.

A decision they’d come to horribly regret, really. Especially when they’d happened to stumble upon the shack while scouting Zoro out, overhearing muffled sounds from inside. If they strained their ears hard enough, they could make out what could be soft words of gratitude and immense admiration from a female voice. Frowning, they peered in through the window and saw a sight that sent a painful pang ringing through their chest.

The stunning woman (Hiyori was her name, they’d come to learn) had herself entirely wrapped around his bandaged arm, tugging at him with a sweet expression of concern on her face that reminded them an awful lot of the worry they often wished to display whenever Zoro went out on his own. That feeling was too familiar for them to not recognize, and knowing that this woman was harboring it had them feeling worse than they’d expected.

Zoro’s exasperation and agitation seeped through his yowl as Hiyori pulled at his injured arm once again, and they had half a mind to strut in and push her away. How insensitive of her; pushing a heavily wounded man like that, even if he himself insisted on moving, was absurd! The swordsman knew his own limits well, but aggravating his injury still was too careless of her.

The bitter thoughts welling up inside of them stunned them momentarily, and they stilled in place from outside the shack. Since when had the mere idea of seeing him with someone else disturbed them so greatly? This wasn’t fair on either of them. Hiyori had no blame in this—after all, the young woman hadn’t done anything wrong to cause them to feel such anger towards her. In fact, she’d protected Toko as best as she could, even going as far as to shield her with her body.

And in all honesty, they couldn’t even blame her for expressing admiration for the man that had clearly stepped up and risked dealing all of the damage for their sake. His incredible strength and indomitable mental fortitude were a force to be reckoned with, and they knew more than anyone else just how awe-inspiring he was.

But a small part of them—the part that dug its heel in and turned its nose away to spout venomous words in their mind—remained stubbornly annoyed. Hadn’t their own feelings sprouted from admiration as well? It was how things started, wasn’t it?

No, no, that wouldn’t do. They shook their head at the awful thoughts that clouded their mind, no longer even looking through the window, too caught up in their messy thoughts. Before pointing any fingers and getting mad at a woman they’d never even met prior to this, they’d have to remember that Zoro didn’t owe them anything. After all, there hadn’t been anything official between them; nothing of concrete substance. It wasn’t as though he was their boyfriend.

Still, the very thought alone drove a sharp knife deeper into their gut, twisting and leaving a gut-wrenching pain in its wake. Perhaps it was only wishful thinking and useless whining on their part, but a part of them had believed that words weren’t needed to expressed the affection they’d thought they’d shared between them—and perhaps they’d blindly hoped that that same sentiment would’ve been enough reason for him to completely rebuke any approaches from Hiyori. He couldn’t be that oblivious, really, could he?

This was just ridiculous. With a roll of their shoulders and a determined expression on their face, they brushed off all their distracting thoughts. Dwelling too long on this was useless. The conversation going on inside had long turned to background noise, and with that, they walked off.

***

After finally catching up with the rest of the crew at the ruins of Oden castle, they slumped in their seat, a detached and rather despondent look on their face.

“Weren’t you with Zoro?” Nami asked, a small frown on her face as she watched a troubled look flash in their eyes. “What did that idiot do?”

They weren’t really trying to be rude or anything, but they hadn’t the willpower to mention anything they’d seen. It wasn’t important anyways, so they only shrugged and hoped that it would pass as that. Nami’s frown only deepened, but before she could open her mouth to question them further, a loud cry of their names had them turning around to watch as Brook leaped in their midst.

“Zoro-san!” he cried out, his jaw dropping as he seemed incredulous, “You’d never believe what I saw him doing!”

Furrowing their eyebrows, they looked up at him. “What happened?”

“He was asleep, with a lovely maiden in his arms! They seemed rather cozy too,” Brook hid his face in his hands, clearly distraught, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this envious of him. She looked so coy and sweet too.” Sighing, he went on to say, “I wished she’d look into my eyes like that while cuddled up to me… though I have no eyes, and there’s only bones for her to cuddle! Yo ho ho ho!”

“Oh my,” Robin chuckled, amusement flickering in her eyes, “That’s certainly an interesting turn of events.”

Neither of them had noticed how their face had turned away as their heart plummeted at his words. Though Brook was a terrible gossip, he was never one to tell a lie, so what he’d just said had to be the truth and nothing but. A small part of them argued in the back of their mind that there had to be some sort of logical explanation or a misunderstanding of some sort, but even if there had been, it didn’t matter. The swelling pain in their chest that threatened to spill their tears wasn’t letting up, and they didn’t care to know more about Zoro and that Hiyori anymore.

There were many cries of envy and shocked gasps and murmurs amongst the crew members, but they could hardly pay attention to anything other than their own thunderous heartbeat in their easy and that queasy feeling in their gut. Since when did Zoro let others—aside from their crew on certain occasions, that is—cling to him? It was nauseating; how jealous they felt at the moment, and how upsetting it was admitting that fact to themself alone.

Without so much as a word, they brushed themself off and got up, mumbling something about wanting to go for a walk. Though Sanji made a concerned comment, they shouldered every single one of their jumbled emotions like a heavy jacket and left the crew behind for a bit of fresh air, and hopefully some clarity of thoughts.

***

“Hey. Hey. Oi!”

Sitting on a jagged tree stump, they turned at the voice of the person they least wanted to see at the moment. Mustering their nerves, they gave him their most withering look, to which Zoro visibly winced.

“What did that damn skeleton say?”

“I don’t know, is there something in particular you didn’t want him telling us?” they cooly replied, arching their brow pointedly as he seemed to struggle with what to say.

“No, but knowing him he probably said things that weren’t true,” he grumbled.

They prickled at that. “Are you implying that Brook is a liar?”

“I didn’t say that,” he quickly shot back, “I just… he probably hasn’t said everything or explained anything properly.”

“And why does it matter to you? What you personally do shouldn’t concern any of us.” Shrugging, they crossed their legs. “It’s your life after all, not ours. You don’t owe us any explanations.”

“Stop pretending like you don’t care,” Zoro snapped, scowling at them even though his eyes showed clear concern for them. “Just… listen, okay?” He paused for a second, watching the dubious expression on their face, before adding, “Please.”

Hesitating for only a moment, they nodded. “Alright.”

He sat near their feet, crossing his legs as he leaned back a little against the tree stump. “Kamazo got me with his scythe.” Lightly, his fingers grazed the bandages on his chest. “That woman—Hiyori—she managed to stop the bleeding and wrapped me up like this when I was passed out. Woke up, she thanked me and told me of her identity.” He looked up at them. “I’ll tell you about who she is when we regroup. Anyways, I fell asleep again in the middle. Too tired.”

“Best sleep of your life, I’d wager,” they mumbled under their breath, rolling their eyes as they let their annoyance slip past the icy façade for a moment.

Zoro’s stare intensified at their face, something akin to helplessness on his own. A small, bitter part of them was glad to see him fumbling to find answer.

“You know damn well that’s not true,” he sounded a little irritated as he said this, and so he took a couple of seconds to close his eye and calm himself down. “Woke up and the damn woman was stuck to me like a leech. Said something about it being cold. Dunno, I was pretty much out of it when I first woke up.”

It seemed he was being honest, so they took the chance to ask him, “Did she… happen to show any indications of any…intentions?”

Zoro awkwardly glanced to the side as he cleared his throat. “Yeah. She said men liked it when she slept beside them. Asked me if I did,” and before they could interrupt him, he continued, “And I told her to shut the hell up. Think I got the message across.”

For a few seconds they both remained silent, before they nodded, “Fine. I believe you.”

The swordsman blinked blankly. “Is… is that it? You don’t have anything to ask me?”

“I mean, what else should I say?” they sighed, something cold and hard in their chest melting slowly as the brown eye they always found themself seeking worriedly tried reading their expression. They stood up, offering him a hand to pull him up. “Come on, looking up like that can’t be comfortable for your back. Let’s get back to them. You need proper rest.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbled a little, but remained otherwise quiet as he followed them. And maybe it was just their imagination, but they could’ve sworn that Zoro had walked much closer to them than he usually did—and maybe it was their own selfish desire to see him smiling at them only, but they were almost sure they saw the corners of his lips quirk upwards a little. The warmth of their cheeks probably gave their thoughts away.

***

Separated for a while after having reunited with the group at the ruins, they waited patiently for Zoro to come back. He’d said he had something to do, and so they’d nodded and silently promised him they’d wait for him. Understanding in his own eye, he’d went off, and they’d grown annoyed to notice that Hiyori had trailed after him. It was a little comforting to know that Zoro had no interest in the woman who’d turned out to be such an important person, but still; was it necessary for her to follow him like a lost duckling?

Upon his return, the other Strawhats had already begun to walk off, too impatient to wait on him all this time. In his arms he carried an unfamiliar sword, its blade gleaming in the light of the setting sun. It almost looked majestic. Though they were gaping in awe at it, they didn’t fail to notice how Hiyori’s smile was a little sweeter and more eager as she walked next to him.

“Enma was my father’s. I know it’s in good hands now,” her voice was soft as she said that, her smile gentle.

Zoro hummed. “Ah.” He paused only seconds later, a slightly concerned look on his face as he spotted the aggravation on theirs. “What’s wrong? Where are the others?”

“They already went off. I was waiting for you,” they glanced back at Hiyori, who was currently murmuring something in Toko’s ears and grinning so wide her face seemed almost dazzling, “Looks like you’re receiving gifts of love now. Don’t let me interrupt.” Part of them was joking, a half-smile on their face, but some annoyance still brimmed underneath the surface, the jealousy still clawing at their chest.

Zoro rolled his eye, exasperation on his face as he impatiently strutted over to them. “Idiot,” he grunted, sheathing his brand new sword and snatching their hand so quickly it momentarily stunned them. Quick to drag them away, their confusion morphed into hyperawareness as his hand curled around theirs, the calloused skin a lot warmer than they expected. “Doesn’t matter how I got it or who gave it to me. Don’t overthink it.”

Now picking up the pace to fall in step beside him, they glanced down at their tightly entwined hands, a grin making its way onto their face as they glanced up to see him flush up till the tips of his ears. Cool-headed and stoic as he might seem to others, it was rather endearing how he was always so easily embarrassed and flustered by any show of affection towards anyone.

The skinship was no exception, but their heart melted just the tiniest bit in their chest as they realized that he’d done that as a form of reassurance; confirmation that whatever they had wasn’t just going on inside their head. Perhaps it was a miniscule display for someone else, but for them, it meant the entire world, knowing just how meaningful it was to Zoro himself; for him to put himself completely out there and expose vulnerability to someone else.

“Getting all soft on me, Zoro?” they teased, despite the blush that warmed their own cheeks as they smiled at him, pointing their chin at their clasped hands as they walked through a much more secluded area.

“Shut up,” he mumbled peevishly, not even turning to face them as his face grew impossibly redder, a strained look on his face, and they struggled to chuckle out loud at how desperately he was trying to not let his embarrassment show any further.

“Oh, but it’s fun to tease you a little,” they grinned, an uncharacteristic joyfulness painting their words as they reveled in the newfound physical touch. They glanced around, noting that there barely was anyone around, if at all, “And no one’s here, anyways, so—“

Before they could say another word, Zoro halted in place, rough hand reaching up to push back their hair and leave a clumsy kiss to their forehead. Rooted to the spot, their eyes blew wide as his lips brushed their skin, leaving it tingling as he pulled away without so much as a glance back. His raging blush to the nape of his neck was more than telling, however, even as he grit his teeth and walked away wordlessly.

Spluttering, they gaped after him, heart clamoring in their chest as a multitude of swelling emotions fought inside them. Of all of the mixed feelings that jumbled up together, the most prominent of them was a deep affection that bordered on something else; something they didn’t dare name lest it slip past their fingers. It completely washed out the bitter taste of any previous jealousy from their mouth, clearing their mind of any coherent thought of anything aside from him and his strong figure in front of them bathed in the warm colors of the sunset. It was a little striking, and they stumbled for a second at the realization.

“I—You can’t just do that! Hey, Zoro!”

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[caspercryptid]

Wyll telling Gale one of his monster hunting stories as the Blade of Frontiers and Gale is absolutely riveted and fascinated! :D

Thanks for this one <3 Wyll requests still open!

______ Wyll has realized several things about Gale. 

He was very intelligent 

That did not mean he was not very gullible.

Gale possessed a curiosity almost as voracious as his appetite, and in his eagerness to learn, from people who had things to teach, he sometimes...overestimated the reliability of his teachers. Perhaps, Wyll mused, that was the pitfall of the ivory tower. You tended to have to trust your teachers, because well— what did you see outside your walls? 

And Gale had seen less than most, as of late, his years spent agonizing as he tried not to starve and struggled with his appetites. Gale knew a lot— gale knew the weave, gale knew magic, how to summon it, how to call it like a friend or a lover, how to...well. Weave. Spin, perhaps, like fiber strands into thread, thread into cloth, cloth into a tapestry. And watching him do magic was an incredible thing. 

However. 

Wyll was going to have to give him a very practical lesson in misplaced trust.

“—So,” Wyll says, spreading his hands, “there I was, in the middle of the bog, when I came up on this house. Filthy, aged, rotten—”

It had been lovely, actually. All brick and stone with neat carvings in the walls and stained glass windows. Wyll thought Gale might like them. 

“Hags?” Gale guesses, wide-eyed and fascinated, and Wyll nods, solemnly. 

“The very same. And from inside the house, a child crying—” It had been crying. Wyll had been lost and starving because as it turned out, poison marshes tended to be difficult to hunt for food in. He’d followed the sound of a child crying, found the lovely house, assumed it an illusion—

“—So i kicked down the doors and i called— Unhand the innocents you’ve captured, Hag—”

He had been greeted with the sight of a very tired looking redhead, who had shoved the baby into his arms and marched him into the kitchen.

“—And she laughed, wicked— an awful sound, like rocks clashing together—” She had laughed at him. Mostly at the confused facial expression on his face. And then she’d given him a bottle for the baby. 

“And she said—” Wyll raises a finger to poke it into Gale’s face and mimes a creaky voice— “What have you to bargain for her?”

The redhead had actually told him in no uncertain terms that if he wanted to make sure the baby was safe and cared for he could give her the bottle and change her and in return he’d be fed and have a place to sleep. 

“And what did you say?” Gale asks, rapt.

“I said I don’t bargain with hags,” Wyll says, grandly. 

“Where did you say this happened again?” Astarion asks, from the other side of the fire, voice skeptical. “Ah, anyway,” Wyll says, barging along, “She laughed at me again and threw the baby at me! But when I caught it it turned out it had been a stone all along! Merely a trick!”

“Hags are devious,” Gale says, tone informative. “Indeed,” Wyll says, remembering being forced to fix the front door he’d broken down. 

“But it’s quite grand how your heroism saw you through, even though you were lured in by the illusion!” Gale says, enthusiastic, and Wyll is starting to actually feel a little bit bad about this, but Gale looks...well. Cute?

Cute doesn’t seem like it ought to be the word for a fully adult man, but he was so...enthusiastic. It was sweet. 

Wyll resolves to tell him the truth...another time.

“—Have I told you the tale of the time I fought a beholder?” “You haven’t!”

[elypiphoros]

Reflections 2

She held her sword high, it's smooth, polished blade like a beacon of light beaming into the early morning sky. The light from the sun reflected off the blade brightly onto the ground below her. She had done this many times before, more than she could feasibly remember. The rush, to see a wicked foe's life be undone, untangled and laid simple and bare before her. The tightly coiled knot of past crimes, hatreds, and misdeeds pulled apart for all to see. Both hands gripped the handle of her beacon of justice and vengeance, tightening and itching. This would be so easy.

"STOP!" Vantis, the elder priest, shouted sharply at her. Elysea snapped back into the moment. She found herself standing tall over a wounded Garlean scout, laid out on the ground. Her boot pressed against his chest. The boy, barely an adult, stared up at her. His eyes were wide in absolute terror, his lips quivering, his trembling hands up slightly in a feeble attempt to shield himself from her final killing blow. Tears streaked down the boy's cheeks, backwards, into the soil behind his head. His shivered breaths filled the air between them, sharp and sudden, accompanied by slight whimpers. He fully expected to die in this moment.

"Remember your oath, Elysea!" the priest yelled again, this time in a softer tone. She whipped her gaze to him, an expression of animalistic rage. The red faded from the world, and she saw the green trees, the gray stones, the brown robes of the priest. His pale, wrinkled face. He had his hands outstretched to her carefully as he approached. Behind him, the refugees that she had sworn an oath to lead and protect, some armed and on-guard, and some cowering and hiding amongst the trees behind them, all watched her.

"He surrendered. It's over," he said to her again. The few other Garlean scouts that had not surrendered decorated the landscape in a display of bloody, righteous carnage. It was at that point that she noticed their blood all over her, coating her sword, hands, arms. She felt it on her face, in her hair. Her muscles ached, and her heart beat in her chest with a ferocity that she knew all too well.

She unclenched her jaw, unfurled her brow, as her eyes dropped to the boy underneath her boot once more. But her sword stayed in the air, her white-knuckled grip quivering, expecting. She let out one long, sharp breath. It might have been her first breath since the battle started. Like a resignation. She felt the old priest's wrinkled hands wrap around hers, and gently lower the sword to her side.

"You saved us. None of us were hurt. It's over." he whispered close to her ear. Elysea's long ears, perked in high alert, dropped softly behind her head. Her shoulders and neck slumped, and the grip on her sword loosened. The priest slowly took the sword from her hands, and her arms slumped to her side. She removed her boot from the boy's chest, which prompted the first quick sigh from the boy, but also the armed refugees swooping in to begin restraining him.

With her rage subsiding came the pain. Some of the blood coating her was her own. She was wounded, she realized, and she fell to her knees, her own tears now mixing with the blood on her cheeks, but there was no crying. The priest dropped her sword onto the forest floor, and attempted to keep her from falling, but she was too heavy for the frail old man. As she felt herself begin to faint, she watched the sun rising from between the tall evergreens of highland Dalmasca. Her consciousness slipped, and as it did, she heard a voice from her past.

"It doesn't matter how many lives you take. It won't bring her back, it won't bring any of them back..."

((I post things out of order, forgive me. This is a flashback to Elysea's recent past, when she was leading a group of Dalmascan refugees to Eorzea. The refugees had only heard of her bloody exploits as a resistance fighter and second-in-command under Dalmascan knight and royalty, Danian Fal’thahn. But they had not seen her in action, the pure viciousness and hatred that she holds in her heart for the Garlean occupiers that uprooted her life, and killed her sister and fiance. Deep down inside, a part of her had grown to know that this was wrong, and that she needed to learn to control her rage. Vantis, a refugee priest from Rabanastre, acted as a mentor to her during their exodus out of Dalmasca, and a person that she owes a debt of gratitude for saving her life previously. She learned to do so, with time, and their guidance.))

[thegeeksideofsr]

The Daughter Part 2

It had been a few days since I met my dad's team, and helped convince him to get back in the game. At least for this one.

I was just finishing at work went my phone dings with a notification.

I pick it up and see it's a text from Hardison. Which is odd, because I never gave him my number.

' Job's done. Wanna meet at McRory's for a celebratory drink?'

'Sure. Be there in twenty.'

I finish up my last bit of work, gather my things, lock the doors, and make my way to the pub.

When I walk in I see my dad talking to the Kerrigan's. I watch as the girl turns back to give my dad a hug, girl gives him something then leaves with her dad.

I watch them leave, then meander through the room to the team, and stand next to my dad and Eliot.

"Still your last job?" Sophie asks.

"Eh, well. Maybe, um," Dad sputters.

"Yeees."

"Ya know, until I find a job I like enough to keep me out of the bars."

"Idle hands are the devil's work shop," Hardison adds in.

"And then I'm out. Done."

" Sure." Parker agrees before she and Hardison head for the door.

"Dad, I don't think you'll ever find a job you like more than this." I place my hand on my dad's shoulder, leaning I to him.

"Yeah. Cause your not a thief," Eliot says, his hand resting my dad's shoulder as he walks away.

He catches my eye, and jerks his head towards the door. I give one last glance to my dad and Sophie then follow Eliot.

"Where are we going?" I ask him ocen we're outside.

" Nate's place. Hardison wants to add so much stuff and we are gonna help."

"Oh dad's gonna hate that!"

"Yes he will."

Once we get into the apartment, Parker, Eliot, and I help Hardison unpack and hang six tv monitors.

Then I help Parker bring in a giant painting that she called 'Old Nate'. An appropriate name.

When we burst in the door with it, my dad is already yelling ate Hardison for the monitors.

"No! Parker I don't ever want to see that painting again-"

"Hi, I'm old Nate and I live here too," Parker says in a mocking voice as she continues to bring the painting in.

"And Y/N. You're helping. I feel betrayed."

"Oh come on, Dad. You have been grumpy since you came back from LA. Plus I kinda like the painting," I stand next to Parker admiring the painting "Hey Hardison any chance I could get a print of that for my apartment?"

"I think that could be arranged -"

"No. Absolutely not. And you can't just break in here and start hanging stuff-"

"Oh yeah yeah. For repairs and renovations your landlord has full access to your dwelling. It's in the lease."

"What are you doing reading my leace?"

"I bought the building," Hardison says with a smug smile.

I watch as my dad give Hardison the worst death glare I'd ever seen from him.

"You bought the- your my landlord?"

"Yeah!" Hardison puts a fist out for a fist bump, but my dad ignores it.

As my dad turns away from Hardison, a loud sound comes from the other side of the wall.

I watch as my dad comes to stand next to me as the four of us watch the blade of a chain saw come through the wall.

Dad tries to stop it, but soon the cut out is done and falls towards us, a cloud of dust with it.

Eliot walks through the cloud of dust, covered head to toe in it, holding a chain saw. He nods then let's out a wicked cackle.

Hardison and Parker toss their arms around my Dad's neck, while I stand next to Eliot.

He moves his dust covered goggles to the top of his head, a surprisingly goofy smile on his face.

"Was the chain saw really necessary?" I ask him as I brush some dust from his shoulder.

"Yes, ma'am, it was."

I shake my head, then turn to my dad who still looks like he's about to have a stroke.

"You ok, dad?"

He shakes his head in response, then makes is away up stairs, leaving the four of us left down stairs laugh at his reaction.

I stay a bit longer to help clean up the dust from the floor and Eliot before calling it a night. I grab my jacket and stuff, ready to head out.

"You leaving?" Hardison asks.

"Yeah early morning. This was fun though. I'll see you guys around."

I say one last good night to the three of them, then make my way down to my car parked a couple blocks from the bar.

As I hit the end of the hall, I hear someone running to catch up with me. I turn to see Eliot running up behind me.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I was wondering if I could walk you to your car."

"Oh, um, you can, but you don't have to."

"My mom would have my hide if I didn't make sure you got home safe."

"Well we can't have that."

I give him a smile, that he smiles back, giving me butterflies like never before.

He places a gentle hand at my lower back as we walk to my car. He walks on the out side of the side walk, his hand still at my lower back.

As my car comes into view I wish I had parked farther away. I unlock my car, I toos my stuff into the passenger seat then turn back to Eliot.

"Goodnight Eliot."

"Goodnight Y/N."

I step close to him and press a kiss to his cheek.

"Stay safe out there."

"Do my best."

I give him one last smile, then get in my car, Eliot closing it me hind me. We share one last smile before I pull away from the curb and head home

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[gh0stiegirl3]

“You’re gonna start with your pussy dripping and you’re gonna like it”

Oh, I absolutely fucking will.

I’m so glad you decided to play my little game @moviesonlightsoff 🖤 I’m going to enjoy this one a little extra.

Picture one: God, once a tease always a tease. Shower pictures make me feral. The fact that all I can make out in the foggy mirror is your cock is driving me insane. But I know what’s there. That gorgeous 6-fucking-4 frame and that absolutely wicked smile.

Picture two: Christ, what a beautiful view. I could watch you all day. Up close, from a distance. Completely captivated by your every fucking move. I know I should be wondering what’s under the towel, but I can’t stop looking at your fucking hand. I need it. Around my throat, in my pussy, grabbing my hair, sucking on your fingers….slapping my face. I need to know just what those hands can do.

Picture three: I think you’re actually trying to send me into cardiac arrest here, Sir. There’s so many things I love about this picture. The plain white T shirt, you looking away from the camera with your adorable shaggy hair, your body hair, how inviting your thighs look, and your massive fucking cock. God damnit. Please stay just like that on your bed when I suck your dick for the first time.

Picture four: Always dressed to impress and I love that about you. The undone belt and the raging hard on are just the perfect accessories, right? I want to know what pretty marks that belt can leave on my ass. And just how tight you can get it around my throat. Thinking about the sound it will make has me dripping.

Picture five: Oh, a shiny sharp toy just for me! You look unhinged in this photo, in the best possible way. The color of your eyes is so gorgeous, but you look fucking dangerous. And I’m sooo into it. Trace that big beautiful blade across my skin and make me shiver. Make me scared of you, please.

Picture six: This is my all time favorite picture of you, and you know that 💖 I remember the first time I saw it a whole 41 days ago. We were just getting started to know each other and you sent me that, with others of course. But I couldn’t stop looking at this one. Your fucking smirk drives me wild. You look so cocky and confident. You’re hot as fuck and you absolutely know it. The half done overalls, the Nirvana T shirt, the gold fucking chains. Always so well put together and that is so so sexy of you.

I really am so incredibly thankful for your unconventional companionship and our intense and a bit strange connection. Thank you for playing my little game and letting me publicly gush about you 💋

#Gh0stiesGame

[lynxindisguise]

please write me pirate tedromeda but ted is a butch lesbian

yessssss zo, incredible prompt!!

...

At first, it was funny watching the former Lady Andromeda traipse around the ship in her frilly skirts and corsets and perfect posture. Watching her wrinkle her nose at their rations. Or the way her eyes widened when she first saw their tiny, barren quarters.

Now, you wouldn't know that Ted was the pirate first. Ann still wears the same frilly skirts, but they're artfully hoisted with a massive belt, revealing fishnets and clunky boots. She's covered in ink and rings and grime and, currently, blood.

It's addicting, watching Ann fight. Ted gets the job done, but she's a healer first and foremost. She'll shine after the battle. Ann shines during it, quick with a blade, sharp with a pistol, and absolutely ruthless as she fights men twice her size.

Ted is already thinking about after, when she'll pull her in by her belt and kiss the salt from her lips and tug on the wild curls spilling out of her braid. Ann will cup her face with bloodied hands and slide them up through her shortly cropped hair and nip at the single hoop in her ear.

And then after that, when they collapse together on their dreadfully uncomfortable cot, and she'll cradle Ann close. Protectively. Because she is a healer, first and foremost, and most of her lover's wounds are not of the flesh.

For now, Ann flashes her a wicked grin as her sword slices clean across a man's throat, and Ted tries not to lose her footing and fall overboard.

pirate ship game

[consequently-cryptic]

theres this image i have to get out of my head so here i go ☠️

the first time Elliott gets extremely worried is when farmer wouldn't come back to their farmhouse after the dark. Seeing that only pickaxe and their sword is missing he would know that they're in the mines.

he would overthink everything that could've happen to the farmer, but the other side of him tried to calm himself down because truly, panicking wouldn't get him anywhere.

so he reached for old sword that his spouse had left in the chest, put a coat, then he stepped outside ready to go look for his spouse, cold air of the winter hitting him in the face. he jogged through the mountains, and after a while he had trouble breathing because of the cold, but he wasn't going to rest until he'd make sure his lover was okay.

when he gets to the mines, he searches a while for the farmer and finds them on level 45

they're fine, they're alright, perhaps they are hurt, but they're alive. Elliott let's his guard down, saying farmer's name with his voice a little shaked from emotions, he approaches them, reaching out to them to give a hug.

What he didn't saw was a monster lurking behind him, waiting for a good moment to strike. The beast sprinted with inhuman speed towards the poet. Elliott freezed from the fear, and the farmer, who recovered from the shock of seeing Elliott in this horrendous place, shielded Elliott with their body with a sword in their hands.

after a while of fighting, the monster ended up with a sword pierced through it's skull, while farmer panted heavily over the dead body of a creature. i imagine that it was Elliott's first time seeing farmer fighting in the mines, I imagine him being relieved and excited when the farmer saves his life lol... like come on, its like one of his scenarios coming true.

Fue always out here sending banger asks for me to read oml

•I imagine after the initial shock and adrenaline of having to act fast and kill the monster to save their husband, the farmer kinda whips around to him, their voice snapping Elliott out of his daze and mulling over the excitement and adrenaline he felt about the whole thing before other emotions sets in.

•While you're light on your words with him considering you understand why Elliott had wanted to come down here (out of the extreme worry of his heart), but please for everything that is wicked and sully in the world never put yourself in danger like that again you beg him.

•After you said your words and pulled your sword from the slain monster, flicking the blade and sending light beads of blood to decorate the ground, you sheath your blade and getting the hint now..you both make the trek home. (Or simply just use a totem to get there whatever floats your boat lol)

•But yes indeedy that experience, as. Absolutely terrifying it was. After all was done and the danger was gone he guiltily did feel excited about it...not in the aspect he almost got killed! No no! Not like that..but that was something you'd read out of a book or something..y'know, where the lover saves the other from certain danger thus saving their lover's life? That kind.

[dddragoni-drabbles]

The crowd roared as my opponent fell, but I could barely hear them over the sound of my of my blood rushing in my ears. I backed away as the guards entered the arena to drag their unconscious body away. I hoped they were just unconscious, at least.

All the muscles in my body ached- even ones I didn't know could ache. There was nothing I wanted more than to lie down, or at least take a seat, but I knew that if my adrenaline let up I was as good as dead.

In his box above the arena, Baron Korrden glowered down at me. Clearly he'd wanted me to be dead by now. That didn't surprise me after how much of his operations we'd disrupted. He raised one hand, and the crowd fell silent. "An incredible display from our challenger!" His face betrayed the disdain he felt, but he prevented it from slipping into his voice. That might clue the crowd into where most of his "challengers" come from. "But your toughest battle yet awaits you. For your next opponent is Kalamar, Scourge of the South!"

The crowd erupted in cheers as the door on the opposite side of the arena opened and Kalamar strode forth. He was an absolute monster of a man, easily a head and a half taller than me, with a massive hammer held tight in each hand. He smiled when he saw me, a wicked grin full of malice and bloodlust.

I raised my bloodied blade and tightened my half-broken shield. Whatever plan ny friends had come up with, they had better get on it fast.

[mosquito-queen]

when i went into the valley of your heartbeat and pulled the sword from betwixt your ribs, the one i had put there, and the blood came out like a river like a waterfall like a gushing of mud, twigs, grass, rock, creature, inescapable light: i fell in love with you.

when my mouth was full of debris, my lungs bursting with dirt, stomach throat veins and the dark spaces inundated with you, that’s when i fell in love with you. on the exhale of my blade. when your blood stained my skin.

your eye lashes stuttered, sea salt foaming, and i was close enough to count every cursed freckle jeweling your face. i had killed a star. to be god was to commit atrocities. but i didn’t want to be god, or the universe, or the sky, or the earth anymore. i think i just wanted to be yours. on the exhale of the blade. when i showed you what it meant to be mortal. i think i just wanted to be yours.

such a wretched, wicked thought for me to think. to adore something because it was dying. to be jealous because death was my rival. but you didn’t die did you? because even with your red teeth and red chest and red patch-worked face you still clung stubbornly earthside. and i think i loved you more for that. for the way you staved off death. so you could look at me.

the look of something in disgust in hatred in absolute cold cruelty. your eyes were hard, darkened like the belly feathers of a crow. and you spit the red from your mouth at me. and i smiled. i smiled and smiled and smiled and then i was laughing with your blood smeared up my arm and around my mouth and down my throat. and i loved your hatred and callousness and mortal design. i loved your fleeting beating heart and the way your hair matted with sweat and the flesh that left you vulnerable and weak. i loved you with the exhale of my blade.

so when the spit took your last shred of energy and you collapsed into the soil, i dragged you home. and i stuffed your wounds with green green green and brown brown brown and sometimes blue and only only a tiny speckling of red and and i waited. and i waited. and the world grew cold while you slept.

and you woke up on the third day. in the morning, in the special time when the fog settles and the light plays tricks. and it seemed everything had fallen out of your head. even your name. so i called you after the first thing i saw at the window: robin.

i said your name was robin and all you did was close your eyes and sleep again.

[fantasyfairytalereviews]

Evie is the sole provider for her family. One day while walking home after losing a job she encounters her kingdom's biggest boogeyman, The Villain. Instead of being dastardly to her however, he takes her in, offers her a job, and makes her not only his most trusted confidant, but also a central pillar of his life. Evie relishes her new role, and all of her new friends from Blade the magical animal trainer, to Kingsley the enchanted frog. Mostly though she relishes The Villain, Trystan. She grows close to him, quickly and will do anything to protect him. When things at his Manor start being sabotaged Evie dedicates herself to finding the culprit. What she discovers however, will destroy her world, take the very things from her she loves the most, and leave her an entirely new person.

I loved this book!! It was fantastical, and funny, and heartwarming and heart wrenching all at once sometimes. There as mystery, action, magic, a lot of humor and love. Not as much romance as I would have liked, but a deeper love, between friends, between Evie and Trystan and between Evie and her friends. The love of being there for someone, being willing to do whatever it takes to help them, care for them, let them know they are not alone. Evie and Trystan were so wonderful together, and I hope in the next book their relationship develops into something much stronger.

So many of the supporting characters, both human and amphibian, made this book that much more enjoyable. Kingsley, Tatianna and Blade were my favorites. That little frog was just hilarious, Tatianna was kind and caring and just a little bit ruthless and Blade was just the strong brave friend, who had a wicked sense of humor.

The ending of this book, without giving too much away, ended on a cliffhanger and was absolutely heart wrenching! My heart was in my throat reading it and the fact that I couldn't immediately pick up the next book and find out what happened was horrible. I never saw the traitor coming, it was a real surprise.

I cannot wait to read the next installment!

[apencilandpen]

MAC Movie Reviews: 2023 Year in Review

A few years ago, I started keeping track of every new movie I watched in a year. I love movies, I love all kinds of movies, and I like to know what I've seen. I watched between 77-80 new movies in 2023 (I may have forgotten to write some down and/or miscounted). I also happen to have a lot of thoughts about the movies I watch.

At the beginning of 2023, I read the book They Shouldn't Have Killed His Dog: The Complete Uncensored Ass-Kicking Oral History of John Wick, Gun Fu, and the New Age of Action by Mark A. Altman and Edward Gross because I love the John Wick movies. I also made a list of every movie they mentioned when discussing the history of the action genre and spreadsheet-ified it. It's been a bit of a goal to watch every movie on that list. Currently I've seen 14/82, most of them this past year. So I'm still working on it :D

The ones I did see this year included Yojimbo, The Wild Bunch, and Bullit but my favorites were:

Atomic Blonde

The Villainess

Predator

Rambo: First Blood

Speed

I really like action movies with female leads who fuck shit up just as much as their male counterparts, and besides Atomic Blonde and The Villainess, I watched a good chunk in 2023:

Ava

The Terminator/Terminator: Dark Fate

The 355

Peppermint

The Courier

I kind of ended up hosting little genre marathons or film festivals for myself throughout the year. One of my favorites that I came up with was my sci-fi one:

HAPPENED/HAPPENING - An optimist's hopepunk science fiction film festival, "An expression of faith in the mechanics of the world" (Tenet)

Tenet

Arrival

Pacific Rim

Edge of Tomorrow

Everything Everywhere All at Once

Also included in this festival would be the Blade Runner films, Mad Max: Fury Road, and possibly Looper and The Old Guard.

I also had a martial arts movie marathon, including:

Shaolin

Ip Man

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

House of Flying Daggers

Hero

It's always my goal to go to the movie theater as often as possible. Some of my favorite movies that came out in 2023 were:

John Wick 4

Fast X

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

Mission: Impossible: Dead Reckoning Part 1

Barbie

I also saw Cocaine Bear and A Haunting in Venice, both of which I enjoyed, but I don't need to see Cocaine Bear again :D

I watched some great animated movies as well, especially from the DC animated universe, including:

Batman: Under the Red Hood

Batman: The Long Halloween

Ninja Batman

Akira

Princess Mononoke

I've recently discovered that I enjoy certain subgenres of horror movies more than I ever thought I would. In 2023 I liked:

The Turning

Annabelle Comes Home

The Nun

Insidious: The Red Door

There were some movies that I saw this year that I thought I would love and ended up being disappointed by, and there were some that I had absolutely zero expectations of that blew me out of the water. The disappointments included ATSV, Snake Eyes: GI Joe Origins, and Dune.

My sleeper hits of this year were:

Pitch Black (Riddick #1)

Rambo: First Blood

Rocky

Dracula Untold

Real Steel

Some runner-ups would be Marry My Dead Body, The American President, Mortal Kombat, The Knight of the Shadows, and Assassin's Creed.

Overall, I think my favorite movies I saw in 2023 were, in no particular order except for how I broke down this post:

Atomic Blonde

Pacific Rim

Ip Man

John Wick 4

Batman: The Long Halloween

Insidious: The Red Door

Real Steel

I could go on and on about almost all of these movies, so if your interest is piqued about any of them, shoot me an ask or a message! I'm also always looking for movie suggestions and recommendations, so shoot me those as well!

[celticbarb]

Book: The Queen’s Huntsman

Author: Tanya Anne Crosby

Series: The Goldenchild Prophecy, Book #2

Release Date: July 26, 2022

Publisher: Oliver Heber Books

Book Length: 364 pages

Overall Rating: 5/5 Five Stars

Blog Rating: 5/5 Saltire Flags

Heat Rating: There is no romance or sexual contact in this book.

11th Century BC

Pretania- ancient Britainia

The Goldenchild Prophecy saga continues..

At he ending of book one, in The Cornish Princess, readers saw Gwendolyn’s new husband’s true vile nature and colors. Without Gwendolyn’s knowledge Loc ordered his brothers Kamber, Albanactu and his warriors to commit the most wicked and heinous crimes at their wedding feast. Now this new King “Loc” Locrinus with his evil heart had set up a huge massacre and annihilation of Gwendolyn’s family, friends and good people! This sinister groom, Loc had his wedding guests in disguise who were really his warriors! They had poniards “daggers” under their sleeves. Now this wedding would be known as the “Feast of Blades” with the horrific actions with the wicked results and murders that took place.

They killed every man and woman who tried to defend their honorable sick King Corineus, a man who was very sick with illness and only wanted to attend his daughter and heir’s wedding festivities. Loc not only had Gwendolyn’s father murdered but his own father King Brutus too! This also included killing Borlewen, Cunedda, Jenefer, Lowedda, Briallen, which were now all Gwendolyn’s dead cousins. Most likely this also meant her mother Queen Eseld and her nursemaid Demelza who had always been like a mother to Gwendolyn, who she loved deeply! However, this was when Loc took Gwendolyn away where everyone thought she was losing her virginity in the marriage bed, but it was the furthest thing from the truth. Gwendolyn had no idea what was happening to her good people! Unfortunately some might think Gwendolyn had a part in this malicious and nefarious slaughter, whom was siding with her wicked husband which was the furthest thing from the truth!

Gwendolyn soon witnessesed Loc’s true vile nature and black heart, as he felt Gwendolyn’s prophecy was a lie! It was because her hair did not turn gold-so he sheared it all off! He cruelly held her down and cut all her hair horribly and uneven on purpose. Just to make her look unattractive and cutting her long beautiful hair very short. He also claimed he would never make love to her, of course he confessed to slaughtering her family and her people. As if she would even want this monster to touch her, but he needs her to acquire the power from the other tribes! He knew they must look the happy couple in front of certain leaders or he would lose everything. It was the only reason she was still alive!Though when the leader we’re not present he found joy in torturing her.

It also turned out he had a cruel mistress named Estrildis with a young child that Loc had fathered. This meant Loc was lying from the very beginning and way before all the promise ceremonies. On top of that he gave his wicked mistress the chest of all of Gwendolyn’s gowns, jewels, even her wedding gift from him. As Gwendolyn was kept as a prisoner only having gruel as food and wearing servants clothing and no bathing in a locked room. Furthermore, she wondered where Málik was, her half fae, her shadow, the man who owned her heart! She was broken hearted and missed him so very much.

Gwendolyn felt as If she were abandoned and wished she had listened to Málik and ran away with him, but then she stupidly thought she had a duty to honor, protect and fulfill for her dying father’s destiny and the people of Trevena. She thought she was doing the right thing which was absolutely wrong, she knew she didn’t want to marry Loc! How she wished she had acted on her instinct and feelings, as it could have saved so many lives or at least prepare them for war! If only she could escape! Yet questioning why Málik abandoned her to live in this filth and cruelty!

All she had was her former shadow Bryn and his sister Ely Durotriges, she wasn’t quite sure why they didn’t murder them too. She did not see them often as she didn’t see anyone being in isolation! Also Loc’s mother seemed the most dangerous and manipulative, who also wanted so much power and would do anything to get it! Now their home at the Loegrian Court was absolutely disgusting, it was filthy dirty and smelled like piss. Gwendolyn’s mother would have been mortified and swooned living under such horrible living conditions! It had been Loc’s elder brother Urien that Gwendolyn was betrothed to since birth, he who died under mysterious circumstances this past spring. Was it murder? It wouldn’t surprise Gwendolyn at all as this family had treachery, treason and murder in their veins!

Will Gwendolyn’s fae love ever return or has Málik deserted her forever? Will Gwendolyn ever find a way to escape her prison and if she does will the survivors of Trevana believe her? Can she kill Loc for all the damage he has done? Gwendolyn’s deepest desire is to kill Loc and take away all the power he has acquired through murder and mayhem. He definitely needs to be destroyed but how can she escape when she is being watched from his guards at all hours of the day? Read and find out in the next Goldenchild Prophecy novel titled The Forgotten Prince.

This is the second book in The Goldenchild Prophecy which was absolutely exhilarating from start to finish. Some areas will make you cringe and give you eerie chills, with so much wickedness and this wedding will remind you of the red wedding with so much death and destruction. Can good overcome evil? I guess we will have to wait and see.

Crosby is a definite jewel, inspiration, and talented marvel to her writing profession! It is no wonder I have been a fan of her work for over thirty years. As her books never disappoint and are always so remarkable and extraordinary with so many twists and turns. Also researching these iconic characters from history but giving her own fictional tale is absolutely brilliant too.

This novel weaves true history, magic, prophecies, hatred and love. Honestly I can never get enough and I can’t wait for the third book in this stunning story. So many surprises which I won’t spoil for the readers that had me glued to each and every page. A book historical and paranormal readers will absolutely love! Of this I guarantee! Again, I was swept away in this historical paranormal and never knew what would happen by the next page that nearly had me swoon. Another breathtaking masterpiece which is one of my favorite reads of the year. I absolutely loved The Queen’s Huntsman more than I can ever say! BRAVO MS. CROSBY YOU DID IT AGAIN!

It is no wonder Tanya Anne Crosby is my number #1 go to author! So if your looking for a breathtaking action packed adventure filled with history, magic, bloodshed, and love look no further then The Queen’s Huntsman. I suggest you read The Cornish Princess first, but I think if you read The Queen’s Huntsman first readers can catch up very easily. Either or it is definitely a book not to be missed.

The Goldenchild Prophecy

1)The Cornish Princess-

2)The Queen’s Huntsman-TBR July 26, 2022

3)The Forgotten Prince- TBR June 26, 2023

Disclaimer: I received an advance copy from Oliver-Heber publishing. I voluntarily agreed to do an honest, fair review and blog. All thoughts, ideas and words are my own.

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