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i'm so excited to submit my masquerade piece for this week's galladrabbles prompt!

i can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!! yay yay yay!! 🥳

Julissa!! Congratulations on your win at the Masquerade Event! Your art is incredibly adorable and we're happy to have it as our prompt this week!

Go cute, sweet, loving dear Galladrabbles Crew!

Your prompt this week is

Julissa's Art, which you can shower with love HERE 🥰

Hello everyone! This weeks @galladrabbles prompt is the fabulous fanart by @heymrspatel

Continuing my Fantasy AU.

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The Sellsword and the Mage, Part 72:

“Mickey! Stop!” Ian had never gone from asleep to awake; from horizontal to vertical so quickly in his life as he rushed to hoist Mickey bodily into his arms before he could reach the hayloft ladder.

“The fuck, Gallagher?” Mickey wiggled in Ian’s bridal-style grip. “I gotta fuckin’ piss!”

Ian moved several steps back from the ladder and sat Mickey back on his feet. “My wards. You almost triggered them.”

“Fuck,” Mickey scrubbed at his eyes, “didn’t sleep a wink last night.”

What a great Valentine's Day prompt for @galladrabbles! Thank you for creating this beautiful art @heymrspatel.

Previously in The Lord and the Footman, Ian got tired of training with Mickey and insisted they get down to real business...

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Ian slipped his ring onto his own finger. For this moment, it could symbolize his future with Mickey. Irrational. Impulsive. Hasty. 

He scooped Mickey up, this exciting man who’d emerged from the shadows and set a new course for his life. Electric. Fascinating. Compatible. 

They stumbled through the forest. Kissing. Falling. Discovering.

Ian didn’t have experience in carnal affairs. Did Mickey? Did it matter?

He slid a hand under Mickey’s frock, letting his fingers inch down. He breached the waistband and kept descending. Dizzy. Curious. Raw.