#enjoy and share their company in this manner. to be a little less restrained and love each other freely

[ruporas]

bound to want (part two) /// part one rest of pages under READ MORE after ID

[ID: 23 page digital comic of Vashwood from Trigun Maximum. The comic is in a limited palette of a dark blue, light pink, white, black, and a light beige color for Vash's skin and a mid-brown color for Wolfwood's. This comic is the second part to "Bound to Want" and is spoiler-free. The first part is linked here.

It begins with a panel close up of Vash's expressions. The sky colored in dark blue can be seen behind him. He has a neutral expression, but he holds a slight frown and the reflection of his glasses covers one side of his eyes. Wolfwood says, "Hey. What's with the distance?" In the second panel, the shot widens to show both of them, a clear physical distance separating them with Wolfwood walking ahead and Vash trailing a little behind. Vash responds, "What? I'm just walking a bit slower today..." Wolfwood looks at him with a an irritated expression, clicking his tongue. Wolfwood says, "I was going to wait for you to start... But yer just running away away."

Vash is seen looking away, unable to hold eye contact with Wolfwood as he continues, "You've been avoiding me since that night. Did ya think I wouldn't notice? It's about that dream, right? Tell me about it already if you're going to be moping like this." Vash looks slightly downwards, his brows furrowing and he starts to walk ahead of Wolfwood without looking at him and responds stiffly, "I really don't want to talk about it..." Wolfwood looks at him with a surprised expression, but doesn't probe.

A panel close up to Wolfwood's eyes as he watches Vash go on ahead before he follows suite with an irritated sigh. The panels are overlapped by Wolfwood's hand holding the bottle of the Bride with motion lines, indicating a transition in time.

A wide shot of Vash and Wolfwood in a room now. Vash is seated, his back turned away from the viewer, while Wolfwood's body faces the viewer with his eyes looking towards Vash. He rests the bottle of the Bride on the table with a "clack" and his other hand holds two shotglasses. The background is coated in a light pink.

A panel shows a close up of Wolfwood's face, his eyes looking downwards to Vash as he says, "Let's drink." Next to this panel is Vash looking up at Wolfwood, his brows furrowed and a slight frown. The bottom half of the page is a wider shot with Vash's body turned away from the viewer as he says, "I'm not going to talk about it." Wolfwood responds, "You don't have to." as he sits down.

A wide panel of Wolfwood holding the shotglass, pouring in the drink as he continues, "I'll talk." The next panel is a profile view of Wolfwood, his eyes looking down at the now filled shotglass as he continues to say, "You're..."

"... upset with me." Vash can be seen next to this speech bubble with narrowed eyes, looking towards Wolfwood. The panels are all coated in with a dark blue background. Wolfwood continues, "I can't be certain why since yer not telling me a thing -- but it's probably... my bad." The panels show Wolfwood about to bring the shotglass to his mouth but he turns way as he continued to speak, his eyes not on Vash. The bottom page shows him looking away completely with a guilty expression as he says, "I'm sorry.

If you can ever tell me why, I can try and adjust to make it more bearable. But if you're just trying to get rid of me--" The panels follow Wolfwood's certain expression as he says this, "I don't intend to leave you. I can't... and I won't." A panel shows Vash's wide-eyed expression, surprised upon hearing this, and then his eyes soften as Wolfwood again concludes with, "I'm sorry."

Vash's inner thoughts begins, a boxed speech at the center of the page and panels of his eyes, his brows furrowing again and a resigned, but frustrated expression. His thoughts starts, "Stop. I shouldn't be happy hearing that. And why are you apologizing? I should be the one to..! I can't let anything like that happen to you. You deserve to live a long steady and peaceful life. I want to be optimistic. I want to protect you, but I might end up doing the opposite." The text surrounds Wolfwood from Vash's perspective, the other man drinking out of his shotglass, his eyes downcasted.

"I shouldn't have you. And you won't leave." Behind these text is a panel of Wolfwood's eyes finally looking over to Vash. Vash's thoughts continues,  "It's so unfair." When Wolfwood sees Vash, his eyes soften and he frowns. The last panel shows the lower half of Vash's face, but tears begins to flow down his cheek. Wolfwood's hand is already reaching to wipe at them as he starts to say, "You know..."

A wider shot of Vash and Wolfwood, Vash slightly leaning forward with his mouth tightly shut, and tears steadily continuing to flow out of his closed eyes. Wolfwood continues to wipe at them with his hand as he continues, "This isn't a dream anymore. I don't know what you saw for you to be this shaken up, but whatever happened, you'll overcome it, right? If not you, I'm here too. You'll be okay, Spikey. So..." Wolfwood's expression grows more tender, "Have a little faith in me... and come back already." The dark blue starts to fade.

The wide panel has the dark blue background faded and replaced is the light pink. It shows Vash in full up to his shoulders, his eyes are still tears littered, but there's light in them as he says, "Wolfwood..." making eye contact with the other. The next panel shows Wolfwood's tender expression, his eyes and brows fully soften and he has a small smile on his lips, finally seeing the other return a level of sincerity with him.

The next panel shows the bottom half of Wolfwood's face and his hand is offered towards Vash for a dance as he says, "C'mon. We don't have to talk, but this is okay, right?" The background is now white and a ribbon flowing across the page separates this panel from the next sequence. Vash's inner thoughts continus, "I've spent too long avoiding this. It's scary to want after I've taken so much from others." A sequence close up of their hands is shown, with Wolfwood's outstretched hand on the right and Vash's reaching hand on the left. Vash gently places his hand in Wolfwood and at the bottom, Wolfwood wraps his fingers across Vash's.

Throughout the page, a dark blue ribbon starts to flow around the both of them with confetti raining alongside the effect. Vash and Wolfwood are hand and hand, dancing together with Wolfwood as the lead. The viewer can see a peak of Vash's expression, full of fondness but also a hint of sorrow as he looks down at Wolfwood. His inner thoughts continue, "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you. But why is that even though I have these burdens, I still want to love you. I still want you to be by my side."

With a close up of their mouths, Vash's thoughts continue, the text covering his mouth, "Wolfwood, I--" Wolfwood's speech bubble covers Vash's text as he completes his sentence, "want you." Vash's eyes widen for one panel and in the next, his eyes spark, a blush appearing on his cheek and the confetti flows and spark. Tears ease up on his eyes again.

"Want me too already, Spikey." Wolfwood has leaned in enough to rest his head against Vash, a hand of his on Vash's neck, holding his nape and another hand pressed gently against his back. A ribbon separates this panel from the next, a mix of confetti flows across the page, as Vash envelopes Wolfwood in a hug too, holding him and his hand gripping tightly onto his back.

This page is just the ribbon flowly throughout the page on the white background, one white ribbon and the other a dark blue. Near the bottom, the ribbon envelopes each other in a loop. A conversation of Vash and Wolfwood is held over these ribbons, Vash starting to say, "What if I hurt you? What if you..?" Wolfwood responds, "You? How could you hurt me?" Vash, "You know what I mean... You see it everyday..." Wolfwood responds, "If you think I'm going to kick the bucket so easily, I suggest you look at me more closely from now on, idiot. I'm not that easy to get rid of."

The next page has the ribbon criss cross over the top of the page. Vash and Wolfwood can be seen in their dancing position again, Wolfwood now resting a hand on Vash's shoulder, as Vash takes the lead. Vash continues, "Well, I know that... I tried." Wolfwood responds, "But you won't anymore... since you want me... around, yeah?" Wolfwood's head cocks to the side, smiling with assurance, cheeks flushed. Vash looks at him with a wide smile and fond, loving eyes. The confetti flows across the bottom of this page and as it eases into the next page, it starts to disappear.

Vash responds, ".. Yeah... I do..." as he pulls Wolfwood into a hug again. Wolfwood says, "Not going to run away anymore, are you?" Vash says, "No... I trust you." A panel shows Wolfwood's turning away slightly with a shy expression, muttering "Geez..."

In a more simplified style, Wolfwood is seen gripping Vash's cheeks now with his hand, "Though... You do remember you avoided me for two weeks straight, right? How are you going to make that up to me?" Wolfwood asks. Vash responds with eyes closed and a pucker of his lips. A vein of irritation appears on Wolfwood's face. Wolfwood starts to squeeze at Vash's cheek with both hands, shouting, "Now that you've recovered, you're trying to be funny, huh?!" Vash says through the squished cheeks, "I'm just happy..."

The next page opens with a closed up panel of Vash's widen eye as Wolfwood's hand moves from squishing his cheeks to gently holding them and Wolfwood leans in. The inner thoughts starts again, "There's a chance I'm not making the right choice... My dreams, my fears of losing you, it will never go away. But you said you won't let it happen... And I want to hang onto your words closely this time. After all, if it's anyone who can make me believe, it's you."  The white ribbon from previous pages flows across the page and it visibly ends at the bottom of the page, enclosing the two of them as they share a gentle kiss with Vash holding Wolfwood's face, a tear in his eye.

The next pages starts with Wolfwood saying, "You cryin' again?" Vash responds, "I'm just grateful..." Wolfwood responds, "But you've always had me." Vash responds, "Being like this is different from staring at you from behind all the time though..." The two can be seen together again, Wolfwood pressing his elbows against the table with Vash leaning over him. Wolfwood is easing the tears out of Vash's eye again, just like earlier. A close panel of Vash's fond expression is seen as he says, "Thank you, Wolfwood." Wolfwood looks up at him with a small smile, gentle eyes. Confetti starts to flow lightly across the page as text starts to appear against the white background, "I'm the one who's grateful...

That you'd embrace someone like me, when I'm not fit to hold you in the first place... But I know better than to hesitate. The moment I acknowledged it, I knew I'd spend the rest of my life loving you. So, have as much of me as you want, Vash."

The final page shows the confetti gently falling down the page and at the bottom shows Vash and Wolfwood pressing their foreheads together, Wolfwood's hands cupping the side of Vash's face gently, and both of them smiling brightly with each other. ID END]

#vashwood #trigun #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #its done.... after 2 months.... collapses on the ground #theres a lot of things i would prob change about this but. its so sappy that it makes me a little happy where it ended up #they deserve a little sap too!!! and in the end this is the closest they could get to a first confession #through want! want in each other's life and company since they both have this strained relationship with keeping people permanent in their #lives... and the people or things that are tied to them in the long term tend to be something that harms them. #and as the saying goes -- good things never last! and im sure they prob gave up trying to find a good thing for a long time #vash managed to be found after the moon accident and got his good thing for a bit but even he prob knew itd come to an end eventually #ironically it was wolfwood that ended it. but he really just planted smth new for vash... and now they have some security #or at least vash does. or at least just for this one moment #a moment of bliss and feeling like they are deserving of love is so Fluctuating for vashwood #and ultimately i think wolfwood could only push onwards to initiate because he sensed there was smth vash wanted. and its just #naturally in wolfwood to give to those that he love #but anyway anyway.... i like to think in a sweet universe -- they had the chance to confess like this and got a little bit of time to #enjoy and share their company in this manner. to be a little less restrained and love each other freely #ruporas art

[awhitehead17]

First Meetings

TimKon, FirstPrince, Established Relationship, Friendship, Teasing, Soft Boyfriends, Crossover.

Summary: “Tim, how do you know the President’s son? I mean I know you have friends in high places but this is another level.”

Tim frowns, why wouldn’t he know Alex? They grew up in the same social circle, attending fancy dinners with high profile socialites is what they did and Alex happened to be with his mother before she ran for presidency. At a young age, Alex is what made the dinners and galas bearable for Tim.

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Tim sighs heavily into the champagne glass as he lifts it to his lips. “God I hate these things. They’re the worst,” following his comment he downs the rest of the alcohol in the glass in one gulp.

Next to him Kon snorts, choosing to sip at his glass instead. “Is that why you’ve brought me? To share your hatred of these things?”

“Sharing is caring Kon.” Tim mutters unhappily. He honestly be rather anywhere else but here.

Right now he could be in bed, buried underneath blankets watching crappy films and eating junk food or he could be with the team yelling at the screen as both Bart and Kon very obviously cheat at Mario Kart because they’re losing against he and Cassie. Even if it’s neither of those things, he could be curled up with Kon somewhere ignoring the world as the two of them exist in their own little bubble.

But no.

He’s here – thankfully with Kon – at a charity gala representing the Wayne name because Bruce couldn’t make it, Tim happened to pull the short straw against his siblings so he had to come in his stead. He brought Kon so he could suffer along with him, but also to keep him company. Mostly to suffer though. These things are never fun.

“You know what I hate…” Kon speaks up, when Tim glances at him he spots his boyfriend frowning in displeasure and tugging at his suit, “are these damn things. They’re monkey suits, they serve no practical use. I feel like a penguin, I waddle anytime I walk because I’m so restricted.”

Tim couldn’t help but snort at everything that is Kon. His facial expressions, his discomfort and his words. Breathing deeply Tim deposits his empty champagne glass on a nearby table before turning to Kon. Reaching up he slaps Kon's hands away from the suit and begins straightening out his lapels, correcting the damage Kon had caused to the fabric.

“Well, I think you look good. This colour suits you, and this particular name really helps defines your shoulders and physique. You’re just not used to wearing them Kon.”

With his words Tim couldn’t help but drag his hands up from Kon’s chest, where they stayed after he straightened out his lapels, and drag them across his shoulders, letting his fingers run along the seam and just press in enough so Kon could feel it. Tim looks up and meets Kon’s eyes, his boyfriend’s gaze having darkened as he stares back at Tim. Knowing exactly what he's doing, Tim blinks slowly, heatedly, and smirks and lets his hands trail down Kon’s side under the guise of straightening out his jacket.

A hot and heavy atmosphere fills the small space between them and being this close to his boyfriend Tim could see how affected by his actions Kon is becoming. His shortened breath, his fingers clenching tightly into the glass almost smashing it, his dilated pupils, and the extreme tension now seeping through his body as he works to restrain himself.

Tim loves it. He loves riling Kon up where his boyfriend can’t act on his desires.

There’s been plenty of times where it’s been the other way around, where Kon is the one riling Tim up to the point of no return. His boyfriend’s gotten rather good at using his TTK for things in a less professional manner, and he isn’t afraid to bring it out at the worst of times. Tim doesn't have to worry about that tonight, because tonight he’s calling the shots and they both know it.

Leaning in towards Kon, whispering into the space between them as he keeps their gazes locked together he says, “You may hate the suit but I certainly don’t. I can’t wait to get you out of it later on, piece by piece…”

At the end of his sentence a loud crack could be heard and Tim merely raises an eyebrow. They both glance down at the glass still in Kon’s hand only to find it now featuring a new spiderwebbed pattern on it which hadn’t been there when Kon first picked it up. Somehow it’s still in one piece but it definitely isn’t safe to use anymore. Tim lets out a low laugh and decides to pull away and backs up a step. He doesn't want to blow Kon’s fuse so soon after all.

“I might see if I can get another drink, I assume you would like another one?” Tim asks sounding as composed as he has been all night. He’s glad for his acting skills, admittedly they were originally for undercover work but they do come in handy during other times as well.

“Yeah. That would be great. Thanks.” Kon speaks through gritted teeth, his voice sounding strained.

He’s glaring at Tim now, both in the way which tells Tim his boyfriend currently hates his guts but also in a lustful way which Tim knows is going to result in them feeling satiated and satisfied by the end of the night. Unfazed Tim smiles sunnily at him.

Before he could make a move to find a waiter a new voice calls out to Tim which makes him freeze on the spot.

“Timmy-tam!”

With his back to the room Tim doesn't know who is calling him and he glances at Kon who flicks his gaze over Tim’s shoulder and back again only to shrug in response, telling Tim he has no idea who it is.

Feeling all the lust and playfulness leave his body, Tim turns around to find out who is approaching and immediately groans upon seeing and recognizing them.

“Who is it?” Kon asks curiously, any previous signs of heat and want have also left Kon, the interruption doing a good job of killing the mood.

Tim signs resignedly watching the man approach them. He looks up at his boyfriend. “That is Alex Claremont-Diaz, the First Son of the United States. And an absolute pain in the ass. God, I haven’t seen him in years. Think of Dick’s charm and Jason’s cockiness, put them together and that’s him.”

Kon makes a humming sound and suddenly seems to remember he currently has an almost shattered glass in his hand. He quickly deposits it on the table behind them. “Does he know?”

Kon doesn't have to elaborate what he means and Tim instantly shakes his head. “No he doesn’t.”

That’s all they have time for because Alex is suddenly there, grinning widely at them. “Tim, how you doin’ man?”

Despite his words to Kon, Tim does in fact like Alex, the guy is pretty laidback and has a wicked sense of humour. He smiles back and holds out a hand to him. “Hey Alex, it’s been years.”

Alex clasps his hand but before Tim could react the other man is tugging him in for quick hug before letting him go again.

“What are you doing here?” Alex asks with curiosity. His dark hair is curling artfully across his forehead and his suit is all pressed looking clean and proper; no one expects nothing less from the First Son.

Tim waves a hand flippantly. “I’m here in Bruce’s name, the old man couldn’t make it and I pulled the short straw to attend in his absence. Literally, pulled the short straw.”

“Ah, well it’s good to see you, we’ll have to catch up sometime properly, I know Nora would be thrilled to see you again.”

Tim is about to reply but gets distracted when a tall, blonde man comes up behind Alex and immediately grabs all of their attentions, especially Alex’s. He looks familiar but Tim can’t place who it is although he and Alex seem intimately familiar with one another if the lingering touches are anything to go by once the blonde hands Alex a champagne glass.

“I thought I would grab us another drink on my way back,” the blonde man says in lieu of greetings and Tim picks up on a distinctive British accent.

Alex positively beams and Tim works hard on containing his facial expression, he’s never seen Alex so smitten with someone before. “Thank you, I was beginning to get desperate. Oh!” He turns back to Tim and grabs the man’s hand to drag him closer. “Henry, this is Tim. Tim, this is His Royal Highness Prince Henry of Wales, also my boyfriend.”

To say Tim is shocked is putting it lightly. It would also explain the accent and why he looks somewhat familiar.

Before Tim gets a chance to reply - not that he knows what the correct response of greeting royalty is - Kon, who Tim had admittedly forgotten about until now, pipes up sounding unsure.

“Should we bow?”

A beat goes by and the silence is broken by Alex as he bursts out laughing, Tim facepalms, and Prince Henry’s expression becomes a mixture between amusement and embarrassment. He holds up his free hand with a smile. “There’s no need for that, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please, Henry is fine.”

Getting over himself Tim shakes his hand and Kon follows suit afterwards. “Nice to meet you.”

So, Alex and a Prince of Wales huh… Tim would have never guessed that. It seems like they’ve both had rather life changing revelations during their time apart.

An elbow in his ribs breaks his thoughts and he rubs the sore spot and glares at his boyfriend. At Kon’s pointed look Tim realises his mistake. Not once, but twice, he’s forgotten about introducing Kon. Whoops.

Clearing his throat and taking a hold of Kon’s hand he finally introduces Kon to the other men. “This Conner Kent, my boyfriend. Kon this Alex and apparently his Prince of Wales boyfriend as you just heard.” Tim immediately rounds on Alex. “How on earth did that happen? You of all people!”

Alex looks affronted and places a hand on his chest in mock hurt. “You wound me Timmy-tam. I am an upstanding American Citizen, I have no idea what you are on about…”

Tim merely raises an eyebrow, a similar look Prince Henry is throwing him too, and after a couple seconds Alex deflates and drops the act. He leans in close to Tim and pretends to whisper behind his hand. “I have no idea either but I am not complaining!” Alex winks at his boyfriend and straightens back up. Prince Henry tries to hide his smile behind a sip of champagne but he isn’t fooling anyone.

Kon steps into the conversation looking as baffled as ever. It’s a cute look on him and Tim can’t help be reminded of the time Kon got confused when he accidently mixed up the chickens as he had been sorting them out in their pens on Kent Farm.

“Tim, how do you know the President’s son? That’s what I’m trying to currently wrap my head around… I mean I know you have friends in high places but this is another level.”

Tim frowns at his question, why wouldn’t he know Alex? They grew up in the same social circle, or Tim did until his mother passed away. Attending fancy dinners with high profile socialites is what they did and Alex happened to be with his mother before she ran for presidency. At a young age, Alex is what made the dinners and any galas bearable for Tim.

Tim turns to Kon gesturing between himself and Alex. “We used to attend these kind of events when we were younger. I used to get dragged along with my parents and Alex and his sister would occasionally be at them too. Despite our age difference, it helped having another young person around at the dinners.”

Alex seems to be looking at him thoughtfully. He takes a sip of his drink before pointing at him teasingly. “You were such a well behaved kid I couldn’t understand it.”

As if a lightbulb had gone off inside Alex’s mind he lights up excited and grins menacingly. From that look alone Tim knew he was in trouble. The situations worsens when Kon takes a keen interest in whatever Alex is about to spill out of his mouth.

“So the first time we met – god about twelve years ago now – we were at an evening gala, my mother was there networking and working on her campaign long before her presidency. As kids, June and I of course had to entertain ourselves. I decided to run and hide from June and slid underneath a random table, it was covered in a white table cloth and was perfect for cover, only I wasn't the only one under there!”

Alex turns to Tim pointedly and sends him a grin, all Tim could do is roll his eyes in response. There’s no point in trying to stop the man from sharing the story, especially not when both Kon and Prince Henry seem invested in hearing it, so he keeps quiet and lets Alex tell it. Kon shoots him a curious gaze but it’s immediately turned back to Alex as he continues speaking.

“Under the table was baby Tim, no more than what, eight years old-“

“Seven.” Tim corrects him. Not that it makes much difference.

“- and he was crying. He was super upset about something. I completely forgot about June and it took me around twenty minutes to calm him down and to work out what was wrong.”

Simultaneously both Kon and Prince Henry send him a concerned yet sympathetic look and despite himself Tim felt himself blush. It’s stupid, this happened years ago.

At this point Alex seems to hesitate, he sends Tim a questioning look, and Tim shrugs in response, waving a hand to say, ‘you can tell them.’ As he said, it happened years ago Tim’s long gotten over what happened by now.

Alex turns to his boyfriend, grabbing his free hand Alex suddenly looks the most unkempt he has done all night so far.

“His parents had left him behind at the gala. They’d been gone for nearly an hour before I found Tim underneath the table.” He whispers, his tone laced with shock and disbelief.

The Prince’s eyes widen and his mouth drops open, his gaze darts between Tim and Alex clearly shocked at reveal. Kon on the other hand grabs Tim’s hand and squeezes it comfortingly, when Tim meets his gaze Kon is wearing an expression of understanding and sadness. After all his boyfriend knows how shitty his parents were when he was young, this honestly isn’t a surprise.

“What – what did you do? Did you call the police, child protective services, there must have been something you done. That - that is absolutely appalling.” Prince Henry stutters out. It says a lot about his character on how he sounds so protective for someone he only just met by hearing story from when were a child that occurred years ago.

Alex shakes his head, continuing on with the story. “No. Not long after I calmed Tim down June actually found us. I ended up coaxing Tim out from underneath the table with some tim-tams while June went and got mom. Mom came and took over, she got Tim talking about what happened and he ended up staying with us for the night.”

Prince Henry looked like he was about to speak up, the hard look on his face telling Tim exactly what he was about to talk about. Tim holds up his hand to stop any questions being asked.

“It was difficult situation and because of who my parents were there wasn't a lot that could actually be done. I wouldn’t have been taken away from them despite what happened that night.” Despite how bad the situation actually was, Tim still feels that instinctive urge to defend his parents. He clears his throat, feeling the need to change topics. “Anyway, it was a shit night and what happened happened.”

Alex raises an eyebrow. “It wasn't all that bad, you met me!”

Tim sends him a look. “I stand by what I said.” He tries his best to stop the playful smirk threatening to break free but in the end loses and lets himself grin.

Alex makes a disgruntled noise and crosses the short space between them in order to throw an arm around Tim’s shoulder and squeezes him tightly. “You love me. Don’t deny it! We had a great little alliance from that night onwards.”

With his face half smushed in Alex’s jacket Tim huffs. He’s used to this sort of treatment by now, not just from Alex but from his brothers too, and even on the occasion from Kon. After several beats Alex lets him go and crosses back over to be by Henry’s side. Tim blinks and immediately sees how well they fit together.

They start on a new topic when Alex brings up Henry’s LGBT+ shelter projects he’s currently working on with his best friend. Tim is immediately invested in learning all about it and even offers up his own information on his Neon Knights programme. Despite the differences in the projects they both agree to try and come up with a way to support one another, they even make a mental note to arrange a meeting so they can talk about it further.

Eventually the First Son and the Prince of Wales’ attention is being called elsewhere. The couple say their farewell’s, along with another hug from Alex, and promise to catch up in a less formal situation another day before wandering off, not hand in hand but certainly close to it.

Tim feels Kon step up to him, a hand sneaking across his back before settling on his waist.

“Well that was interesting.” His boyfriend states seeming amused. Tim instantly feels guilty, he pretty much ignored Kon the entire time as he got caught up in Alex and then in Prince Henry and his projects.

He turns to look at Kon to apologize but the Kryptonian waves it off. “Relax Tim don’t worry about it. If anything I’m sorry about what happened to you. At least Alex had been there and his mom. Crazy to think that the president took you in and looked after you as a kid.”

He guesses it seems rather crazy if he really thinks about it, but then again their whole lives are crazy. The president looking after him when he was a kid actually seems rather mundane compared to everything they deal with on a day to day basis.

Tim hums, unable to come up with a response to Kon’s statement. Alex had helped him that night and many more after that. It’s a shame they ended up losing contact, but then Tim decided to stalk batman across rooftops at night with a camera and became his hero years later and everything else that followed.

Maybe going forward Tim should try and put in the effort to keep in contact with Alex, and now Prince Henry too. Tim needs to start learning to separate his hero life from his civilian life and having some ‘normal’ friends wouldn’t hurt. It’s a work in progress but he’s getting there and this seems like a good stepping stone.

Behind him, Kon presses his chest to his back, and Tim could feel him slipping a hand along his side and into his front pocket of his trousers. Kon ducks his head until he’s pressing his lips against the skin of Tim’s neck towards his ear.

“I don’t know about you, but I think we’re good to go from this dreadful event right?” He trails his lips across Tim’s neck, the action makes him shiver as Kon’s breath ghosts over his skin. “Because I know there’s something I’d rather be doing right now…”

A wanton groan escapes past Tim’s lips without him meaning it too and right there Tim knows he’s done for. Before Kon could get anymore of the upper hand over him, Tim turns around, dislodging Kon's hands, and settles his own hands on Kon’s chest gripping his suit.

“I did make a promise after all did I?”

Kon’s stare is full of lust and desire. It’s an echo to the mood between them earlier. “Better hurry up and get us out of here Tim…”

“Fuck.”

Tim wastes no time in grabbing Kon's hand and starts leading him towards the exit of the room. As they go he somehow catches Alex’s gaze from across the room and the older man sends him a shit eating grin and a wink. Tim flips him off before continuing to drag Kon out of the event, Alex’s laugh could be heard in the wake of their departure.

He doesn’t care what Bruce has to say about them leaving earlier than scheduled, he has much more important – better – things to do with his night.

#timkon #firstprince #rwrb #red white and royal blue #dc comics #crossover #tim drake #kon el #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #child neglect #fluff and humor #tim drake needs a hug #soft boyfriends #established relationship #fanfiction #teasing #innuendo

[sunflowersoonyoung]

a devil and an angel | umji & sowon

w.c ↠ 2.3k

pairing ↠ umji x fem!reader x sowon

genre/s ↠ fluff, smut, office au!

description ↠ After a tireless day working as an intern at a publishing company, you enjoy spending the evening venting to fellow intern Yewon. The budding relationship between you and her is inadvertently thwarted by sexy, somewhat mean Vice President Kim Sojung.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, alcohol

a/n ↠ there may be more parts to this! I feel like I could write more for this AU. I love the contrast between the two relationships! Plus Sowon is so hot in this universe. Also, sorry that it took me so long to write it 😭 I hope it was worth the wait!

-

Collapsing into a chair at an empty table, it was quite relieving to be off of your feet. Although it was only lunchtime, the day had seemed to have stretched on forever. You absently stirred your rice with chopsticks and scanned the dining room for Yewon. She was running late.

As fellow interns from separate Universities, you had developed a close friendship through sharing your daily struggles with one another. As interns, you received low pay, which led to minor exploitations from management - who worked you extra hard and held you to high standards. It was draining, but you were learning far more than University could teach you, so you persevered.

Yewon had a considerably tougher time trying to fit into the workplace. She could be clumsy, but she worked hard to make up for it. Additionally, she had the sweetest personality you had ever encountered. Hence, you had made the effort to befriend her.

Abruptly someone dropped into the seat beside you, their lunch tray clattering on the table surface. Yewon looked exhausted, her eyes swollen with dried tears. She offered you a meek smile.

“You’ve been crying,” you comment, and her smile fades. With her interest fixed on her food, she begins to recount her experience from just a half-hour earlier with a distraught expression.

“I was assigned a printing job, and messed it up,” Yewon sighed, “when I expected one of the managers to come over and scold me, tell me to restart like always, the Vice President Sojung came up to me instead. I-I’ve heard things about her, but nothing compares to seeing her in person.”

You also had heard a smattering of opinions about the Vice President, Kim Sojung. She was a devil in the form of breathtaking beauty, lacking tolerance for mischief and foolery no matter the perpetrator. Ruling with an iron fist, it did not take much to get on her bad side and end up without a job. She explained why Yewon was practically trembling.

“She didn’t say much. Just scoffed and said she would never accept s-someone like me into the company,” Yewon’s lip quivered, blinking back tears. You wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her figure against yours in an attempt to soothe her.

Yewon was almost like a younger sister to you - albeit with a dash of romantic tension. To hear of this injustice overwhelmed you with hot fury.

“Don’t listen to her,” you murmured against her hair, “she doesn’t know anything about you, not like I do. You’re the hardest worker I know, Yewonnie.” She draws in a shaky breath, peering up at you from her position buried in your shoulder. Her smile is warm and genuine, making your heart flutter.

“Thanks, (F/n). That means a lot.”

You decided to distract her by recounting your morning, gradually shifting away from the gloomy mood whilst finishing lunch. She seemed grateful for the distraction because despite your assurance she was still shaken.

Eventually, with empty lunch trays in hand, you both stood intending to go separate ways. Yewon cleared her throat and turned back to face you.

“Hey, (F/n)?” She called, her voice small, stopping you in your tracks, “um, do you want to meet up after work and get dinner together?”

You didn’t even try to restrain the wide grin that immediately plastered over your face.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

-

You waited in the frigid evening air by the front of the company building, hands pressed into the pockets of your slacks.

All you knew was that Yewon had a few extra tasks to complete and was going to finish late, knowledge you had gained only thanks to the handful of texts she had managed to send. You didn’t mind waiting for her, anyway.

As you kept your interest upon the passing cars, a woman passed by with perhaps the longest legs you had ever seen. She looked incredible from behind in a tight pencil skirt, hips swaying elegantly with each lengthy step. Stopping at the curb, she fished her phone out of her handbag and thumbed a swift text. As she stood waiting, she turned and caught a glimpse of you.

The realisation washed over you. This gorgeous woman, with glossy raven hair running down her back like a waterfall and sharp fox-like eyes full of intelligence, was none other than Kim Sojung. The descriptions you had overheard matched her perfectly. Your mouth went dry as her gaze fell across you.

“You’re that intern, (F/n),” she mused, pressing a thoughtful finger to her lips, “I’ve heard good things about you.”

Anger boiled up in your throat, and before you could suppress it, a snarky comment slipped free, “it’s a shame you couldn’t be this nice to Yewon. Otherwise, I might’ve believed that you were a kind person.”

Immediately regretting your words, you felt a cold chill trickle down your spine when her initial surprise melted into an amused smirk.

“Oh?” She chuckles lightly and your cheeks flush, “you’re cute.” A sleek black car pulls up to the curb and she opens the door, winking at you before she departed. You’re left stunned to the ground, still untangling the mess of events that just occurred.

Regardless of the animosity that you harboured for her, you had to admit that she was practically oozing sex appeal.

“(F/n)?” A warm hand grasped your shoulder, shocking you from your daze, “Is everything okay?” Yewon was wearing an expression full of concern as she peered back at you. You swiftly grounded yourself and swallowed your surprise.

“S-Sure, sorry. Let’s go.”

-

The night sky was a deep shade of navy, city smog shutting out the stars.

Yewon stumbled, her cheeks pink in the dim light of the streetlamps. With her arm looped around yours, she clung to you, using you as her support. It seemed alcohol did not mingle well with Yewon, even if you’d only had six glasses of beer between you both. You felt glaringly sober compared to her.

“C’mon, we’re almost at your house,” you laughed as she stopped to reach for a tree branch hanging over the sidewalk, her interest captured by the blossoming flowers. You caught one for her and pressed it behind her ear, earning a pleased giggle from her.

Yewon still lived with her family in a spacious house blocked off with a black iron gate, automated with fingerprint ID.

Expecting to simply bid her goodnight and make your way home, it caught you by surprise when she wrapped her arms around your waist. Her hair tickled your nose, clouding your nose with her sweet scent. She hummed contentedly, and it seemed you were not going anywhere for a moment.

“Y-You’re … my favourite person, (F/n),” she stammered, her voice muffled against your shoulder, “I really, really like you.” Tightening your grip on her, you savoured the confession with each passing second - as if taking a breath would shatter the moment.

She withdrew, maintaining eye contact despite the lack of lighting. You could faintly make out her round cheeks and long lashes but still couldn’t measure her expression. Fiddling with her purse, she eventually retrieved a twenty-thousand won bill and placed it in your palm. You gasped and tried to return it but she hushed you softly.

“Use that and get a Taxi back instead of walking,” Yewon spoke calmly, in a manner that convinced you of her growing sobriety.

Leaning forward on the tips of her toes, she pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. It left you dazzled, observing breathlessly as she turned on her heel and retreated home through the tall gates.

-

With both of you standing idly by the printer waiting for a copy job to finish, an awkward silence simmered between you. Though you had hoped the alcohol would erase Yewon’s memories from last evening so that she could continue being her sweet, bubbly self and you could pretend that nothing had ever happened, it seemed luck was not on your side.

You accidentally met eyes and Yewon blushed various shades of pink, turning her head away as quickly as she could. She was too innocent. It made you flutter, excited to initiate with her a simple relationship filled with sugary actions. Holding her hand, feeling her head lull against your shoulder as you watch a movie together; little things like that.

“Hey, (F/n), right?” The tension was broken by a passerby manager, someone in charge of the editing team if you remembered correctly, who slowed to stop in front of you.

“We’re having a meeting in room four, can you bring us coffee? There’s six of us. Yewon can finish whatever you’re doing here.” Without even waiting for a response, he was gone, leaving you with a half-explained task. You were not even sure where room four was.

Coffee was not something you were unused to making, however. Usually, when staff members were tied up, it was you who brought them their hot beverages.

After filling six cups, setting them on trays and asking someone where room four was located, you made your way to the meeting room; thankful that the door was already open. You did not expect to collide with someone, the force causing you to lose grip of the tray in your hands. Coffee practically exploded over you and the stranger, hot liquid turning cold as it seeped through your white button-up.

Sojung stared you down, her thin blouse soaked. She looked less than amused; she was fuming, actually. Her jaw squared as she tried to steady her furious breathing.

“I-I’m sorry,” you manage to stutter out, aware of the attention you had drawn from the others in the room. Sojung seems unfazed by your apology and all of a sudden you wished painfully that you could take this hefty mistake back. As much as you hated her, she could end your short career at this company with a single signature.

She took your wrist with an iron grasp and began to drag you down the corridor. This is it, you thought woefully.

Sojung yanked you into her office and slammed the door shut behind you. You stood with your eyes glued to the floor, too afraid to look up and see her enraged visage.

“You messed up big time, young lady,” she scolded, her back turned to you. There was a flurry of movement, the sound of fabric rustling. When you finally looked up at her you were staring at the crease in her back, the clasp in her ivory bra. You almost choked on your spit, but Sojung seemed mostly unbothered, casually hanging her soiled blouse over the back of her chair and stalking towards you.

You gasped as she pressed a card into your hand, realising that it was her personal bank card.

“You’ll go down the street, and you’ll buy me a new shirt. The director is coming to that meeting, and I won’t be embarrassing myself in front of her by showing up in a coffee-stained blouse.”

She stood dangerously close, and it took all of the restraint you possessed not to shift your gaze from her face down to her wispy figure. You gulped heavily, feeling your skin absorb all of the heat in the room.

A slow smirk paints her lips as she observes the effect she has on you. Sojung advances on you, her steps gradual but taunting. Each click of her heels on the smooth flooring marked your demise.

Pressing your back against the door to keep your distance, Sojung placed one finger beneath your chin and tilted your head up towards her. Her bank card slips out of your hand.

“You’re naughty. Aren’t you lucky I like you?”

Her lips grazed yours slightly, ghosting over yours as if to tease you. The contact shot tingles all over your body. Cocking her head, she kissed you roughly.

Sojung wasted no time, possibly because her meeting was looming and she needed that change of clothes pronto. Her tongue pushed against yours, her saliva sweet as it mingled with your own, gripping your wrist and massaging your palm against her breast.

She guided you back to her desk, unbothered by the mess of paperwork that you sat on. You could feel the papers crinkle beneath your backside. Sojung’s assault shifted to your neck, forcing your attention back to her.

Sharp nails buried into your bare thighs as she parted your legs, sliding down your underpants from beneath your skirt. She harshly tested her thumb against your clit, furrowing her brow when you yelped in pleasure, your hips instinctively seeking out her touch by bucking back against her.

“You better keep quiet love,” she hummed, “else everyone will know what we’re up to in here.”

Heat throbbed painfully between your legs when she ducked down, breath clouding against your slick vagina. It took every ounce of strength in your body to swallow the deep moan that threatened to emerge as her tongue tasted you for the first time.

Your hand flies to your mouth, the only way for you to hold yourself back because now she was eating you out with full intensity. It seemed as if Sojung couldn’t care less how difficult it was for you to keep quiet.

One finger slid inside of you and you arched your spine in response, practically throwing yourself back against the desk. Sojung’s grip on your thigh was deliciously painful.

“Fucking come,” she growled, and the command practically makes you come on the spot. You muffle your cries with the palm of your hand, legs trembling as she keeps licking. The overstimulation made you see stars.

You’re almost sobbing, ears ringing and drowning out the sound of her low chuckle.

“I’ll need that shirt now, sweetheart. Get yourself something nice to wear while you’re at it. And don’t worry about the price.”

#gfriend #gfriend x reader #gfriend sowon #sowon x reader #Kim sojung #Sojung x reader #gfriend fluff #gfriend smut #sowon fluff #sowon smut #umji x reader #yewon x reader #umji fluff #kpop x reader #gfriend imagines #umji imagines #sowon imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group fluff #kpop smut #Kim yewon #girl group imagines #kpop imagines

[iwrestlenow]

Many More To Die

TITLE: Many More To Die

FANDOM: Sanders Sides (Necromancer AU)

SUMMARY: For over a thousand years, necromancy has been forbidden in the Kingdoms, the Necromata--its practitioners--feared, reviled, and punished for a power they never asked to wield. Those Necromata who are not killed in the cradle are taken from their families, stripped of their Name--the core of identity and memory--and imprisoned for the rest of their lives.

Logan was twelve when he entered the palace dungeons. Prince Roman was fourteen when he witnessed the young necromancer being brutalized, imprisoned, and left to suffer.

Roman only wanted to offer the other boy comfort, and perhaps a scrap of dignity. He didn't realize his kindness would follow both of them into adulthood--or that Logan would one day become the only person in all the realms that Roman would be able to trust with his life, his heart, and his very soul.

SHIPS: Logince (Logan/Roman), future Moceit (Patton/Janus) and Dukexiety (Remus/Virgil)

WARNINGS: lots of death because necromancy, slash, and more to come as I figure it out ‘cause it’s late and I’m tired. Also, no betas, we die like men.

NOTES: This is based on the gorgeous piece of art by @gretacticdraws that can be found here. I ended up writing a ficlet for it, and then my brain got swallowed up. Breathe at me wrong, and I’ll write more...hell, who am I kidding? I’ll write more anyway because this? Is self indulgent drivel. XD

Also located at AO3 over here.

1023, A.A.

Necromata.

Sitting in the middle of his cell, twelve year old Logan...Logan choked on tears as his shoulder screamed, his bones ached, and the flickering lights of his cell let his imagination run wild with all manner of monsters and omens of doom lurking within every shadow.

He knew he was lucky—many necromancers were caught in the cradle and killed. Very few survived as long as he had. He could be grateful to his family for that much, that he'd lived long enough to escape a death sentence.

He did have a family. He knew that much—remembered that much. Everything else, they had taken before throwing him into his cell. The prison mage's hand was still a ghost of cold fire against his forehead, worms of icy coal burning through his brain to wipe out every trace of the things that would make him what he was, allow him to be more safely contained.

The name spoken with fear and loathing was all that he had left.

Necromata. The legions of the Animator...the necromancers.

“Psst!”

The hiss echoed off the stone in the corridor, made his heart leap into his chest as he looked around for the source of it.

“Psst! Over here!”

Logan tried to scramble back from the door of his cell, and screamed when he forgot about his dislocated shoulder, collapsing as it gave way under his weight.

“No, don't—please, it's okay. I don't want to hurt you.”

Blinking, Logan squinted into the low light beyond the torches that barely lit his new home. Something bright green flickered there, an outline visible that was vaguely person-shaped.

“Who...who are you?” he asked, curling his injured arm as close to his body as he could so he wouldn't forget again as he got to his feet.

“I...I'm not supposed to say.”

Logan shuffled a little closer to the bars of his cell. “Then how do I know you don't want to hurt me?”

“The prison mage took your Name—you won't understand if I tell you. Just...”

The person-shape on the other side of the bars moved forward, an arm protruding through to set a bowl on the dirt floor of Logan's cell. Inside there was water, and sitting across the rim was a heavy piece of leather.

“I saw what the guard did when you came in. Your shoulder...it happened to me once when I snuck out to hunt for the Lazari.”

“The Lazari don't exist.” Logan replied, reaching up with his good hand to try and wipe some of the tears and snot off his face. “They're a fairy tale, like the Animata.”

“How do you know?”

Logan opened his mouth...then closed it after long moments.

“I...I don't know.” he admitted. “I must have lost it when the prison mage took my Name.”

“Then you could be wrong.” the person-shape insisted, those emerald flecks in the near shadow sparkling with determination. “I'll find a Lazari one day. Just you wait.”

“What does that have to do with my dislocated shoulder?”

“Oh! Sorry—uhm, I did it once. When I snuck out, I fell from a tree and mine popped out. My brother showed me how to use the bars on our window to pop it back in! I threw up, though—and he made me bite a belt so I wouldn't scream.”

The hand appeared between the bars again, nudging the bowl and the leather strap forward a little further.

“I can tell you how to do it.”

Logan shuffled forward a couple more steps, then shifted to kneel in front of the bowl of water.

“I...might know.” He replied, staring at the bowl for a long moment before he peered back into the dark, into the green spark that was his benefactor's eyes. “Thank you.”

The person-shape said nothing for a long moment...

“Berry.”

“What?”

“Berry! The guards called you Logan, right? They took your Name—maybe Berry can be your new one.”

Before Logan could comment, the person-shape grew less distinct, and the flicker of green was gone with the clatter of footsteps scurrying away into the dark.

It was a silly idea—a Name taken could not be restored so easily. Still, the word rattled around in his head along with the one that made his bones ache again.

Necromata. Berry. Necromata. Berry. Berry.

Logan Berry.

Something stirred in the middle of Logan's mind, in his marrow—in the place that magic had scoured out and rubbed raw within the pathways of his brain. Something stirred, settled...

Something slid into place, and all of a sudden the shadows were far less frightening.

Popping his shoulder back into the socket hurt far more than dislocating it had—and yet while he'd sobbed his soul out after being injured, after being robbed of all that made him a person, he shed not a single tear as he put the leather between his teeth, wrenched his joint back into place, and used the fresh water to clean up after he'd emptied his stomach into the corner of his cell.

He even managed to sleep on his pallet of straw, and dreamed of green embers in the dark, drifting into the shadows in his cell and transforming every monster into a friend.

**********

1033, A.A.

“I had the dream again.”

“A kinky one?”

“Sweet leaping gods, Remus!”

The high, strident cackle of his twin brother echoed through Prince Roman's bedchamber, making him wonder yet again why he thought he could talk to the crazy idiot about anything remotely meaningful. Yes, Remus was trustworthy—he gave Roman all manner of hell for the secrets he shared, but had suffered his fair share of indignities to keep his mouth shut—but sometimes he wondered if it was worth the teasing and the laughter to have such a steadfast confidant.

Remus had secrets of his own, after all—the numerous Anima that shared his bed, for one. Like Roman, Remus was fascinated by the Necromata, the true necromancers that all citizens of the Kingdoms were taught to hate and fear. The Anima were little more than pretenders, mages of other disciplines that toyed with the death magic that had been outlawed for over a thousand years.

Still, they had a lot to teach—and made good company, from the way Remus spoke of his dalliances.

“Oh, I'm just yanking your chain, big brother!” Remus assured him, crossing over to drape himself over Roman's back, chin settling on Roman's shoulder to read what his twin was writing as he hunched over his desk. “C'mon now—tell me about the dream, and I'll tell you about the Necromata I fucked last night.”

Roman straightened abruptly at that, unceremoniously sending Remus sprawling to the floor. Turning his chair, he gaped down at his brother and pointed an accusing finger at him.

“You did not sleep with a real necromancer, you lying sack of horse dung!” he hissed. “Why would you even say that in the palace of all places?!?”

“Because the sex was unbelievably good?” Remus offered, shrugging from his place on the floor, flat on his back. “Believe me, Ro Bro, a guy that can't actually feel human contact can keep it up for a nice, long, slow roll in the hay. It's pretty remarkable!”

Roman just huffed, standing from his seat—and promptly sinking to the floor to sprawl out right beside Remus.

“You're lying.” he said simply.

Remus was quiet a long time...then sighed.

“Of course I am. He was just another Animata.”

“Anima. The Animata are a myth, like the Lazari.”

“Since when did you turn into such a brainiac, Roro? We both know I've always been the smart one.”

Roman rolled his eyes with a grin, stretching his leg to kick Remus's ankle—but the truth of the matter was, Remus was right. Between the pair of them, Remus was smarter by leaps and bounds. He was studying the collegiate sciences when he was seventeen, and began his magic training before he'd even reached puberty. The fact that the only part of the sciences he enjoyed were anatomy and mortuary study were entirely besides the point, as was the fact that Remus wasn't actually capable of using magic at all.

He was, as their father lovingly put it, a rogue genius: in possession of an intellect so massive that the rules couldn't restrain him. He either knew too well how to circumnavigate them, or he simply didn't care enough to bother and did what he wanted—what he thought was right, no matter the consequence.

Roman might have been the elder of the twins—by one hour, eleven o'clock of one night where Remus came at midnight the next morning—but he aspired, every single day, to be the maverick that Remus was. He simply lacked the brains...and the courage.

Which was why today, it was Roman their father would be naming as his successor, and not Remus. Roman would be king, would rule by the law and the will of the gods, and Remus would...get to be Remus for the rest of his life, a crown prince without a care in the world.

“Tell me about the dream, Roro.”

Remus's voice was gentle this time, his fingers walking their way along Roman's arm until he could find his hand and weave it into his own.

Roman sighed, staring up at the mural on the ceiling of his bedchamber—a beautifully wrought depiction of the Fall of Death, the final battle between the Animator, the first of the Necromata, and their ancestor, King Thomas Andres, that had saved the Kingdoms over a thousand years ago.

“He was in it.”

“The boy from the dungeons?”

Roman nodded. He could feel Remus watching him...

Just like he could feel the boy from the dungeons watching him every time he had the dream... ********** “He was here again.”

“Jumpin' Jiminy, Lo—are you sure?”

Logan nodded, mostly to himself. Patton couldn't see him, not from the bathtub behind the partition that separated it from the rest of the room, but it hardly mattered—after eight years as cell mates, the two of them had become as close as brothers, as close as twins according to some of the guards that had met the king's identical twin sons.

They had grown so naturally into the relationship, it made Logan wonder sometimes if he'd had a brother before his Name had been taken.

Well...it made him wonder in the early days, at any rate. Logan had stopped wondering many years ago.

Suffice to say, Patton didn't need to see him nod to know that Logan had.

“Well? What'd he do?”

Logan let his mind wander back to the night before—the dream space that he so often occupied, the boy that had come to him in the dark ten years before with a bowl of water, a leather strap, and a name.

The boy he'd come to think of as the Green Man, with those eyes that the dark couldn't fully hide.

“The same thing he always does.” Logan managed to reply, setting down the pen he'd been using in favor of resting his elbows on his desk and steepling his fingers to press against his lips. Among those Necromata imprisoned in the palace dungeons, Logan was quite fortunate: he was allowed a cell mate, access to books and writing implements, even a small window sill garden consisting of plants that couldn't be used for magical purposes.

He was very lucky. Ten years of good behavior had given him an incredible amount of leeway and granted him creature comforts like access to regular bathing privileges. The guards even referred to him by his chosen name.

He was, for all intents and purposes, treated like he was truly human. A prisoner, always, but one the guards and prison mages shared a basic blood connection to, unlike the other Necromata.

“...Lo?...Logan!”

Shaking himself, Logan cleared his throat and tried to beat back the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks, having been caught wool gathering.

“Apologies, I didn't catch that.” he called over his shoulder.

“I said, did he say anything this time?”

Logan shook his head, knowing once again that his actions would be understood rather than seen. Patton asked the same thing every time Logan mentioned the visits, and every time it was the same.

If Patton really knew the content of the Green Man's visitations...

Pressing his fingertips to his mouth again, Logan shut his eyes and let himself remember.

The visits were always in a dream space—for years, before the visitations became more regular, Logan had assumed the Green Man was a guard's son, or the child of some member of the palace staff. Later, when the Green Man came to Logan in his sleep, he figured he was the son of a prison or court mage—who else could manage to dream walk in the mind of even a crippled necromancer like him?

Then again...Logan was different from many prisoners like himself.

In the dream, Logan still cannot see his face. Like those ephemeral dreams from his first few nights in the dungeons, he's little more than shadows with burning points of light the color of fresh shoots just springing from the soil. Over the years, he's become more distinct, but still nothing Logan can give any real definition.

He is a man made of darkness, his eyes reflecting what spark of magic lives within him. They never speak to each other—Logan never dares, secretly apprehensive that disturbing the quiet will somehow end this irregular communion they share.

All the Green Man does is extend a hand, the only part of him Logan can truly see. What was once small and slim fingered has changed over the years into a large hand, broad but lean, tendons standing out below each knuckle and tanned by exposure to the sun. Every time, he reaches out, and every time, Logan takes his hand and just...holds on.

In the dream space, Logan can feel his touch. It's likely a projection, something imagined, but there's strength and warmth in that hand—the pressure of fingers meshing with his own, the heat of palm sealed to palm. There's something under the skin, itchy and trembling, and it makes Logan want to pull away because it's just too much...

The Green Man never lets him. Gradually, the feeling passes, and Logan clings until the feeling returns, crashing over him and sliding back in waves beating the shore of his nervous system.

Logan is always the first to let go. The Green Man makes sure of it—and then he leaves.

“Are you okay, kiddo?”

Logan looked up sharply, twisting to see Patton over his shoulder. His mop of tawny curls is swept back from his face, still dark and wet from his bath, the chill of the cell raising gooseflesh on his bare torso.

He has one hand holding the towel around his waist, and the other resting on Logan's shoulder.

The pressure is barely there, that buzzing awareness of contact easily missed if not expected.

Patton hastily lifts his hand, face screwed up in silent apology. Logan dislikes physical contact, even if he cannot feel it—just like any of the Necromata, so divorced from the living, human populous that they cannot even connect to them through touch.

“Didn't mean to spook you, Lo. Just...you're real quiet. Usually, you got more to say after a visit from You Know Who.”

Logan nodded, then made a point of reaching out to squeeze Patton's hand briefly before letting it go just as quickly.

“Apologies. I suppose I'm just...distracted by today.”

“Yeah—hey, you think the prince'll come down here?” Patton asked hopefully, drawing back to go and find some clothes. “I mean, if he's gonna learn to be king after the ceremony...”

Logan let Patton continue to chatter about the potential for this new ruler to somehow see their plight, somehow be their salvation. He let the words, the hope, wash over him without making contact.

Patton could have hope, because he had no Name. No history, no memory, no past and therefore no future. He was a blank slate, for all intents and purposes, unable to access the power of the Necromata with no life of his own to bind it to.

Unlike Logan. Logan, who no longer wondered if he'd had a brother in his family.

Logan, who could share a dream space, something only mages were capable of.

Logan, who had been given a new name by his benefactor so many years ago, a name that others used daily.

Logan Berry, who even now could feel the essence of every rat behind the dungeon walls, every guard on patrol, every prisoner languishing beneath the lowest floors of the palace...and every noble, every royal, every peasant up above.

Logan Berry, who could not remember his family, but could remember that he once had a brother.

Because, despite the fact that a Name taken could not be restored so easily, Logan had taken a name freely given and made it his own.

A Name, freely given. A life, restored.

Logan could not have hope, because he had the power of the Necromata at his fingertips—and it was only a matter of time before good behavior would no longer be enough to earn him the leeway to stay alive.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #logince #ts logic #ts creativity #thomas sanders #fanfic #ts fanfic #necromancer au #this is all the artist's fault i'm just a hapless writer that stumbled across it #never trust me with nice things #my name is liz and i swear to god i will fic again

[fox-guardian]

The First of Many Hugs

A couple of days had passed since Jekyll and Lanyon crashed into each other's lives. They became fast friends, Lanyon showed him around their university campus, they shared their dreams of scientific discovery, they even lived not far from each other's dorms. One would say they were close for new friends, close enough -- in Lanyon's eyes, at least -- that handshakes and tipping hats simply wouldn't cut it in a casual setting anymore. 

They were both ready to part ways and to return to their own dorms for the night. Jekyll lifted his hand to tip his hat to Lanyon when he looked up, startled at how close he was to him. Before he could react, Lanyon's arms were wrapped tightly around his body, so tightly he could hardly breathe for a moment. He tensed up, afraid. What had he done wrong? Why was he being restrained? Had he misjudged his new friend? But before he could think of an answer to those questions, the moment passed and Lanyon released him, steadying him at arms length, smiling. 

Jekyll didn't know how to respond to... that, so he just smiled back. Lanyon gave him an odd look, Jekyll could see gears turning in his head and he seemed to come to a conclusion.

"Oh!" he said, letting go of him, "I'm sorry, do you not like being hugged?"

"Hm?" was all Jekyll could say, still shaken from the hug, though he was relieved he hadn't gotten himself into any trouble. 

Lanyon looked earnestly at him, his brown eyes full of awkward guilt. "I never asked, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. I like giving big hugs, you see, but I suppose I got ahead of myself." He punctuated his sentence with a guilty chuckle.

"That's er, that's alright." Jekyll said, trying not to sound stupid. He decided his fear wasn't an ideal response, so he came up with an excuse. He smiled, "You startled me, that's all." He mimicked Lanyon's chuckle as a sign of forgiveness, "Shall we try that again?"

Lanyon laughed his hearty laugh and outstretched his arms, waiting for Jekyll to meet him halfway. Jekyll matched his pose and stepped forward, letting him wrap his arms around his torso. He let himself relax into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Lanyon's shoulders and matching his intense grip -- slightly less intense than the first hug, however -- and smiling to himself at the warmth of it. He took in the reassuring pressure of Lanyon's thick arms around his back, and the feeling of his chest expanding and contracting against his own as he sighed. He sighed himself, and as he took in that breath, he caught the faint scent of coffee. He noted the tickle of Lanyon's pale hair against the side of his face. He would've forgotten himself if it weren't for the somewhat jarring "pat-pat" of Lanyon's firm hand upon Jekyll's back, and the hug ended. 

They bid each other a proper goodbye and parted for the evening. Lanyon left still feeling a tad guilty for startling his new friend, while Jekyll left pondering this new sensation. It had been so warm and pleasant. The closest thing he could think of to relate it to was wrapping himself tightly in his blanket, but that wasn't nearly as firm. Not nearly as... alive, as that embrace.

...

Days had passed since Jekyll's first meeting with Utterson. The tension that had been between them had subsided already, and he was enjoying his new friend's company. He and Lanyon were an interesting pair to watch, as they were so different from each other. Lanyon's booming voice and boisterous nature contrasted starkly with but also complimented Utterson's calm, soft-spoken one. He began noting their differences in mannerisms as well, such as Lanyon's dramatic gesticulations as he spoke versus Utterson's subtle change in expression as he did, or Lanyon's habit of gently slapping him on his upper body with the back of his hand to show enthusiasm versus Utterson's habit of keeping his hands to himself and instead gasping softly or doing little "oohs" or "aahs" when enthused. Jekyll found Utterson to be, at least in contrast to Lanyon, very dull. And he relished it immensely. 

Soon enough, there came a day that all three young gentlemen parted ways at the same time. By now, Jekyll and Lanyon had made hugging each other goodbye their usual, so he wasn't surprised when he went in for another tight embrace. He stepped back and Lanyon turned to hug Utterson as well, and he realized that he may end up taking a turn to hug his newest companion.

Jekyll and Utterson had only shaken hands thus far, and even that simple and common occurrence was so was notably different between he and Lanyon. Lanyon's large, knuckled fingers gripped firmly, almost challenging the other person to grip harder themself, while Utterson's handshakes -- while appropriately firm -- were made notable by the softness of his palms and the way his small fingers wrapped gently around the other person's hand. 

He waited patiently for Lanyon to let go of his new friend, and as Utterson turned towards him, he outstretched his arms welcomingly. Jekyll stepped forward almost eagerly and smiled at him. He felt Utterson's arms wrap around him. He felt his face nestle between his neck and shoulder. It was gentle, very gentle. His arms did not crush his ribcage or even grip him in a way that he would describe as tight. They simply rested comfortably upon Jekyll's back. The soft weight of his arms was comforting to him, like a warm blanket laid upon him, only heavier. 

He felt Utterson's soft body against him as well, warm and pressed tentatively against his chest. Jekyll gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders and as he did so, he caught a whiff of what smelled something like a library. Like dusty, old books, though it was not unpleasant. He also smelled, only very very faintly, something like baked goods. He sighed, melting into Utterson's embrace. It was so warm and gentle and comforting. He could've fallen asleep right there, snoring into that soft, blonde hair. He wrapped his arms tighter, resting his head between his arm and Utterson's head.

Then Jekyll felt, through what was at least eight layers of clothing between them, the faint but rapid thumping of Utterson's heartbeat. He snapped out of his trance and pulled back from him. That hug had lasted... a few seconds too long, he decided. He looked at Utterson, who wouldn't meet his gaze, but instead turned his now reddened face away from Jekyll.

"I..." Jekyll started, nervous. He couldn't think of an excuse, so he just smiled. "I'm sorry..."

"That's alright," said Utterson, still half turned away from him. "I like hugs."

Jekyll could see in his face that he was kicking himself, though he thought it was an acceptable response. Maybe not the best one, but better than any excuse he could think of for himself. 

"Well, it was lovely seeing you again." He said instead, giving a slight bow.

"Y-Yes it was very lovely." Utterson responded. He seemed to want to leave as fast as Jekyll did. 

They bid each other goodbye and off Utterson went, walking quickly to his own dorm. Before leaving himself, Lanyon leaned over to Jekyll.

"He gives good hugs, doesn't he?" He said, smiling that rosy Lanyon-smile.

"Oh, yes, it was- it was nice." Jekyll said, unsure of just how much of his excitement he should express.

"I call them Utter-hugs. His whole family gives the best ones."

"Really?"

"M-hm, very pleasant. I don't blame you for lingering." He didn't seem to be any shade of sarcastic, so Jekyll accepted his input with a smile.

They bid each other a final farewell and retreated to their respective dorms. That night, Jekyll stayed awake, thinking about that ever-so-gentle embrace, and found himself trying to recreate it with his pillows and blankets to no avail. The warmth of his body heat, the weight of his arms wrapped around him, the faint beating of his heart... The sheer life of that embrace could never be replicated with shallow blankets and empty pillows.

Meanwhile, Utterson laid in bed, awake, for several hours, unable to think of anything other than the way that Jekyll had simply melted into his arms at his embrace.

#fg's writing #jekyll and hyde #the strangest case #henry jekyll #hastie lanyon #gabriel utterson #fg's jekyll #fg's utterson #fg's lanyon #young!lanyon #young!utterson #young!jekyll #the first of many hugs

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𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗          ( filled - out   character   information )     .

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER SMELL LIKE ?     wisps   of   tobacco   smoke   on   the   ends   of   his   fingers   and   in   his   hair .     the   sweat   from   working   in   the   outdoor   air   that   has   not   yet   been   washed ,      but   is   not   unpleasant ,     alike   damp   stone   and   leather .     hints   of   oak   wood   that   is   from   the   make - shift   shield   he   has   carved   from   the   branch .     an   iron - like   metallic   tinge   on   the   palms   of   his   hands   and   sometimes   within   his   sweat .     something   akin   to   spices ,     such   as   cinnamon ,     cooled   by   a   mysterious   vanilla   hint ,     from   oils   for   his   hair .     occasionally   the   sweetness   of   apples   in   his   beard ,     which   is   his   favorite   treat   to   eat .     depending   on   how   long   he   has   to   go   without   a   bath ,     he   can   begin   to   smell   rather   pungent ,     like   mud   under   a   hot   sun .

WHAT DO YOUR CHARACTER’S HANDS FEEL LIKE ?     calloused   from   hard   work ,     from   the   tips   of   his   fingers   to   the   curves   of   his   palms .     there   is   nothing   soft   about   them ,     and   they   are   entirely   roughened   by   the   life   he   has   had   to   live ,     whether   it   is   from   blacksmithing   or   wielding   a   weapon   in   battle .     there   are   small ,     particularly   coarse   parts   here   and   there ,     either   scars   from   mishandled   hot   pokers   that   burned   even   his   thick   dwarf   skin ,     blades ,     or   little   ones   around   his   fingers   from   all   the   times   that   he’s   broken   and   had   set   back . 

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER USUALLY EAT IN A DAY ?     not   as   much   as   he   should .     he   is   under - weight   for   a   dwarf   because   of   this   habit .     after   so   many   decades   of   learning   to   go   without   meals ,     or   giving   his   meals   to   others   so   that   they   may   eat ,     he   does   not   keep   any   sort   of   regular   meal   times .     when   alone ,     without   anyone   to   chastise   him   for   it ,     he   will   often   only   find   the   time   for   one   substantial   meal ,     which   is   usually   very   simplistic   and   comprises   of   a   piece   of   bread ,     a   piece   of   meat ,     a   piece   of   cheese ,     and   a   mug   of   ale   or   beer .     that   is   if   he   is   not   on   the   road ;     if   he   is ,     it   is   usually   an   animal   he   has   hunted ,     or   the   meager   rations   he   brought   along   for   himself   or   buys   on   the   way .     when   with   others ,     he   can   usually   be   encouraged   to   eat   more   of   his   share     ( such   as   on   the   quest ,     when   the   company   most   probably   sat   down   to   at   least   two   meals   a   day )     .     though   he   does   not   have   many   food   preferences     ( which   is   learned   when   a   part   of   his   growing   up   consisted   of   eating   any   scraps   that   could   be   found ,     not   affording   pickiness )     ,     he   is   fond   of   pies ,     particularly   apple   pies  ,     or   just   apples   themselves .     he   does   not   often   allow   himself   this   luxury   by   spending   coins   on   it .     if   there   is   one   food   he   would   be   reluctant   to   eat ,     it   would   be   drinking   plain   milk .     he   carries   with   him   a   tankard   full   of   a   strong   drink .

DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE ?     he   has   an   incredible   singing   voice ,     and   is   the   best - sounding   of   the   entire   company   along   with   bofur .     it’s   a   deep ,     rumbling   baritone ,     low - pitched   yet   with   a   delicate   tremor   upon   higher   notes .     he   sounds   best   when   singing   slow ,     somber   songs ,     such   as   dwarven   laments ,     but   he   is   able   to   sing   at   a   faster   pace   alike   bofur’s ,     whom   he   has   sung   with   several   times .     there   is   a   careful ,     intent   manner   with   the   way   he   sings ,     and   it   is   said   the   greatest   honor   a   dwarf   can   experience   in   the   halls   of   thorin   is   to   hear   the   king   sing ,     for   so   rarely   since   the   fall   of   erebor   does   he   find   himself   full   of   song     ( or   plays   his   harp )     .     dís ,     his   sister ,     is   the   song - writer   of   the   family ,     and   takes   joy   in   writing   songs   for   thorin   to   sing .     she   is   the   one   who   wrote   the   song   of   the   misty   mountains .

DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE ANY BAD HABITS ?     he   is   prone   to   excessive   amounts   of   brooding   and   contemplative   silence ,     for   he   is   a   deeply   reflective   and   feeling   dwarf   that   is   inwardly   harsh   on   himself   and   his   actions .     stubbornness ,     as   is   oft   the   tendency   of   dwarrows ,     does   afflict   him ,     but   he   is   in   truth   one   of   the   more   manageably   stubborn   dwarrows   in   the   company ,     for ,     as   king ,     he   knows   better   than   they   when   he   has   no   other   choice   but   to   give   in .     his   emotional   bad   habits   are   pride   and   holding   grudges ,     which   leads   to   outbursts   of   anger .     one   knows   that   they   have   touched   on   his   ire   if   he   unnecessarily   raises   his   voice     ( though   dwarrows   are   loud   in   general )     .     he   has   quite   a   few   bad   habits   when   it   comes   to   taking   care   of   himself ,     or   the   lack   of   care .     as   for   signs   of   nervousness   or   discomfort ,     it   is   very   rare   that   he   feels   the   former .     courting   is   the   one   thing   that   makes   him   overwrought ,     which   is   usually   displayed   by   clenching   his   jaw   overly   hard ,     glancing   his   eyes   down   again   and   again   when   he   is   usually   very   adamant   to   look   everyone   in   the   eye ,     or   moving   oddly     ( such   as   too   slowly   or   repeating   an   action   or   sentence )     .     signs   of   discomfort   manifest   in   him   completely   withdrawing   by   making   his   features   blank   and   as   unreadable   as   possible .     he   has   had   to   endure   many   discomforts   and   offenses   throughout   the   decades ,     and   that   has   become   his   way   of   dealing   with   it ,     because   he   could   not   afford   to   retaliate .     withdrawal ,   silence ,     ignoring     ( something   else   he   does   as   a   bad   habit   when   angered   or   inconvenienced,     as   is   crossing   his   arms   to   distance   himself )     and   a   lack   of   acknowledgement .     these   vary   on   how   well   one   knows   him   and   how   comfortable   he   is   expressing   to   them .     he   is   a   reserved   dwarf ,     and   combined   with   his   raising   as   a   prince   and   then   king ,     he   is   not   so   simply   cracked .     smaller   habits   include   curling   his   fingers ,     folding   his   hands   behind   his   back ,     and   reaching   to   discreetly   rub   the   gems   or   armor   scales   he   dons .

WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER USUALLY LOOK LIKE AND WEAR ?     it   is   usually   the   same   or   similar   to   the   garb   that   he   dons   during   the   quest ,    described   here .     casualness   is   achieved   by   removing   layers ,     or   changing   into   less   rich ,     more   coarse   tunics .     he   does   have   fur - lined   robes   and   gem - studded   fabrics   for   kingly   appearances ,     but   out   of   respect   for   his   people   and   the   struggle   that   he   partakes   in   with   them ,     his   wardrobe   is   small ,     only   expanded   upon   when   he   has   to   look   his   part   more   profoundly .     he   does   carry   with   him   an   air   of   vanity ,     and   if   he   could ,     he   would   like   to   have   many   pretty   clothes   to   dress   up   in ,     all   in   deep   blues   or   silvers ,     with   brown   or   black   furs .     he   is   not   a   dwarf   that   enjoys   ornamenting   himself   with   many   pieces   of   jewelry     ( this   stems   from   his   feelings   towards   his   grandfather’s   displays )     ;     he   has   his   two   beads   in   front ,     two   beads   in   the   back ,     two   rings ,     and   an   ear   cuff .     he   prefers   decorating   himself   with   rings ,     and   will   wear   more   with   large ,     glimmering   gemstones   when   making   official   appearances   or   having   audiences   in   his   blue   mountain   halls .

IS YOUR CHARACTER AFFECTIONATE ? HOW MUCH , HOW SO ?     given   his   reserved   tendencies ,     it   takes   patience   to   draw   him   into   being   very   openly   affectionate ,     and   not   restraining   himself   for   propriety’s   and   tradition’s   sakes .     when   one   is   willing   to   wait   and   give   him   time ,     he   can   become   very   affectionate ,     touching   or   letting   his   hand   brush   whenever   possible ,     even   when   inconvenient   or   unnecessary .     dwarrows   are   a   private   folk   that   do   not   partake   in   very   public   displays   besides   embracing ,     forehead   touching ,     and   the   occasionally   chaste   kiss ,     and   thus   thorin   reflects   this   culture   that   he   has   grown   up   in .     though   he   is   not   averse   to   being   more   publicly   affectionate ,     this   would   also   take   immense   patience ,     for   he   will   be   embarrassed   or   uncomfortable   until   he   becomes   used   to   it     ( and   he   is   not   averse   to   learning   to   become   so )     .     thorin   opens   up   and   gives   his   affection   slowly ,     carefully ,     tenderly ,     and   one   is   more   likely   to   receive   passionate   words ,     poetry ,     and   songs   first   before   it   manifests   physically .     with   family   and   friends ,     he   is   very   warm ,     if   often   distant ,     but   he   will   bump   heads   with   them   or   clasp   their   shoulders   and   upper   backs   ( and   he   is   not   above   doing   so ,     as   shown   with   kíli )     .     braiding   and   things   to   do   with   hair   are ,     as   will   be   briefly   covered   here ,     important   forms   of   affection   between   dwarrows .     this   practice   is   reserved   for   family   members   and   partners ,     and   braiding   a   stranger’s   hair   is   considered   an   offense   and   an   invasion   of   privacy .     braiding   a   friend’s   hair   is   more   acceptable ,     but   only   if   the   recipient   has   offered   to   let   the   braider   do   so ,     and   usually   out   of   sight   of   others .     it   is   a   precious   way   of   showing   affection   that   is   treasured   and   not   done   lightly .     while   thorin   braids   the   hair   of   his   family   often   enough ,     him   braiding   the   hair   of   someone   outside   of   them   is   a   exceptionally   affectionate   action   on   his   part .

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR CHARACTER SLEEP IN ?     on   his   side ,     with   his   arms   crossed   over   his   chest .     he   is   a   tightly   contained   sleeper .     his   legs   are   pressed   together ,     his   arms   to   his   chest ,     his   shoulders   rolled   inward ,     and   his   head   slightly   ducked   downward .     he   prefers   to   sleep   on   his   right   side .     he   is   not   a   back - sleeper ,     nor   is   he   a   stomach - sleeper .     it   is   not   often   that   he   falls   into   a   very   deep   sleep ,     however .     if   he   does   slumber   deeply   enough ,     he   might   roll   onto   his   stomach .     it   can   be   also   just   as   infrequent   that   he   is   lying   down   to   sleep ,     often   either   dozing   while   he   sits   or   whilst   propped   up   against   something .     he   does   not   get   as   much   sleep   as   he   should ,     but   he   has   become   accustomed   to   it .     one   will   know   thorin   is   sleeping   deeply   because   he   has   low ,     purr - like   snores   only   when   he   is .

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR CHARACTER FROM THE HALLWAY IN ANOTHER ROOM ?     yes .     besides   wearing   heavy   boots ,     the   other   materials   that   he   wears   do   not   often   lend   themselves   to   silence .     he   is   at   his   quietest   without   his   boots ,     wearing   the   wool   socks   that   dís   made   for   him ,     and   a   simple   tunic   and   trousers .     one   can   still   hear   the   thuds   of   his   heavy   steps ,    though ,     and   he   holds   no   illusions   about   being   a   silent   mover   able   to   have   crept   up   on   others .

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Adrien, Agreste No Longer: Chapter 3 - Unexpected

Adrien is bored out of his mind at the Agreste function, but things are about to change...

Enjoy!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 (Final)

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All dressed up and trapped in a haze of pleasantries, Adrien was having an awful time.

He didn’t mind the suit, it was the fact that he had to be the perfect son, the face of the company at these social gatherings. Being passed around to say hello to all the investors, the big name models, the designers, all the people that it paid to smile and nod at. Normally Adrien didn’t care much about them. They laughed too loud to be genuine. Their smiles were too unmoving to be anything but polite. But he could feel his father’s glare from across the room.

Thankfully, the presence of his father meant that there was a lot less attention on him. After all, usually Adrien was being sent in his father’s place at these galas. It was rare for the older Agreste to be seen out in public. Or at least what passed for public at this high class event.

Although that had the drawback of being bored out of his mind as he stood off in the corner by himself. Still, he’d rather be alone with his thoughts than alone in the crowd.

Perhaps it was because of his boredom that he was the first one to notice the late arrivals to the party. It sparked his curiosity as he squinted to see who they were across the room. After all, who would want to be seen coming late to an Agreste gala?

His eyes widened when he realized that the pair that had just stepped through the door was none other than Barbie and Ken Roberts. Not long after he noticed, everyone else did as well. A quiet murmur went through the room as they glided through the crowd, shining stars wearing the latest Barbie brand fashion. The murmuring quickly turned to applause - who didn’t love a surprise appearance by the Roberts, after all?

Someone that Adrien was sure he met in passing earlier asked, “Barbie, Ken! I’m surprised to see you here. Isn’t your charity event today?”

“It is, Jean-Pierre,” Barbie said with a graceful smile. Adrien was impressed at her memory - Jean-Pierre had slipped his mind after only a few minutes. “But with such wonderful people helping us, we finished early. I thought we could count on the kindness of Parisians and they did not let us down.”

This was met with another round of applause.

“Speaking of kind Parisians, I had the pleasure of meeting a young designer while I was there.” Barbie cupped her chin. “She told me about this event and I knew I just had to make an appearance.”

Adrien smiled. Somehow, without Barbie ever mentioning her name, he was sure that she was talking about Marinette. It warmed his heart to know that she got to meet her idol.

Still feeling in a great mood, Adrien started walking towards Barbie as she began mingling with the crowd. It was only as he got there that he realized that they had never met before - at least, Barbie and Ken had never met Adrien before.

Just as he was about to retreat, Ken happened to look his way. A bright smile dawned across his face. “Hey, it’s the kiddo from the billboards. Didn’t you want to have a chat with him, sweetie?” Ken began walking towards him. “Hey! Adrien, we’d love to talk to you.”

Adrien stayed put, frozen in place as they approached. He waved awkwardly at them. “Um… Hi?”

“Hello!” Barbie gave him a small smile that seemed edged with concern. “We saw your billboards all over the city. There are so many of them, all for different ad campaigns!”

“Oh! Thank you.” Adrien chuckled nervously. It wasn’t uncommon for friends of his father to praise Adrien’s ‘work ethic’. He assumed that was what was happening now. “We worked around the clock to get those all done in time.”

To his surprise, Barbie folded her hands in front of her and exchanged a concerned look with Ken. “That’s exactly what I was worried about.” She put a hand on his shoulder. “I understand the drive to do it all, but at your age, it's best just to focus on being yourself. There will be plenty of time to go after your dreams once you know who you are.” She took a step back, pulling away from him.

Adrien nodded slowly. “Thank you, but… Well, to be honest, ma’am, I don’t really enjoy being a model.” They seemed taken aback by this, emboldening Adrien to continue, “In fact, if I had the choice-”

He was suddenly cut off when his father appeared by his side on arm protectively, possessively put around him. It was a strange feeling - his father usually wasn’t much for physical contact. Then again, Gabriel didn’t usually look like he was sweating through his suit, nor did his normally cold smiles have an edge of panic or anger in them.

Maybe it was because they didn’t know him very well, but neither Barbie nor Ken seemed to pick up on these little details. Though Adrien noticed their smiles were a little more restrained, their body language a little colder than he had seen just a few minutes earlier.

“Mr. Agreste. A pleasure to see you. We were just talking with Adrien here about-”

“Yes well, my son has often been known to exaggerate. I wouldn’t put much stock into anything he may have told you.”

Adrien wilted at the offhanded insult. When he caught Barbie’s expression, there was a hint of narrowed eyes before it quickly vanished.

“Well, now that we have you here, I’ve been meaning to ask - would you mind sharing the source of your inspiration?” Barbie smiled sweetly. “Your designs are very… unique and I’ve been rather curious about where they come from.”

His father swallowed heavily. “Well, I… that is-”

With a smile, Adrien realized that his father must be star struck. After all, this was former president of the United States, Barbie! As well as the de facto head of the fashion world. Deciding to take mercy on his father, he replied for him.

“Well, it’s actually really cool. My father has this book of illustrations of heroes that he got in Tibet.” Adrien winced when his father’s grip on his shoulder tightened painfully.

Later that night, as he got into bed to go to sleep, Adrien would think back to the sudden halt in conversation after his well meaning explanation. The Roberts' smiles had frozen in place, their posture going stiff. He could have sworn that Barbie's eyes were glistening with possible tears before she turned them toward her husband. And there's no way he could forget how Gabriel, suddenly devoid of his usual manners, had suddenly made an excuse and steered him away from the two American icons.

#Miraculous Ladybug #barbie: life in the dreamhouse #Adrien Agreste #Gabriel Agreste #Barbie #Ken #ml fanfiction #my writing #Adrien Agreste No Longer

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Solar Panels

Solar Panels

A Solar panel is a system that's used to absorb energy from sunlight so as to create heat or oftentimes electricity. It's also known as a photovoltaic cell as it's made of several cells which are utilized to convert the light from sunlight into electricity. The only raw material for all these solar panels would be the sun. It's created in such a manner in which the cells face sunlight so as to allow maximum absorption of sunlight rays. The larger the energy from sunlight is, the greater the energy that's generated. Solar panels are utilized in several homesteads on earth on account of their many experts which are much more than disadvantages. A few of those pros are mentioned below.

Solar Panels

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For people using it.  When the setup was completed the energy is liberated because the panel doesn't need routine maintenance or gas to operate it.  It functions as long as you will find sun rays that's a regular thing in many regions of the planet. In a universe where equal distribution of funds is always being hunted, this is essential since each and everybody has equal rights in regards to utilize solar power.  This is a great method to keep equality when compared with electricity from fossil fuel that low income homesteads don't manage oftentimes.

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There Can also be less ecological destruction with the usage of a solar panel. That is because there aren't any instances of extraction or mining of raw materials that finally cause destruction of forests and water catchment areas. By means of solar panels, there's less of the and consequently you will find stable rainfalls that greatly increase manufacturing and thus the national income of each country. Many states face problems of famine because of destruction of woods to acquire gas.

There's an Benefit of reliability in utilizing solar panels. This is because there's ability to forecast the amount of sunlight to anticipate each and every day. Hence one is has assurance of energy. The devices can also be manufactured in this manner they can absorb sunlight rays even if there a few clouds and sunlight rays aren't so powerful. The solar power is renewable. It may therefore be used on and off without becoming depleted. Though solar energy can't be used at nighttime, it functions full force throughout the day that is of fantastic importance. The power can also be saved in kind of batteries for use at nighttime.

Everyone enjoys some  This is something that you get when you utilize solar panels. This is as they're quite silent.  This is a great thing as it makes the surroundings calm when compared with water and wind generated electricity supplies that have moveable parts which are rather loud and destruct the serenity. Solar panels are so great to be used for individuals living in home where hoses are near one another. This is because of quiet, peace is preserved between the neighbors.

When installing solar panels, then There's no Large scale installation needed. They therefore require hardly any room to install. This is essential if it comes to rapidly growing areas and cities. The setup will mainly involve one cell to constantly generate energy. Hence a homestead demands one mobile. There's therefore no congestion along with a continuing supply to the high demand of electricity. This preserves a fantastic picture in a community because crowding may make the area less appealing which may prevent individuals from moving into the area since everybody would like to live someplace they believe beautiful, because of this, use of solar panels doesn't interfere with property sales.

Solar panels are lasting. This  This consequently reduces the prospect of being destructed. It's likely to utilize a solar panel for a lengthy time period without needing to buy another, research estimate it may last for over ten decades. This type of unit is valuable as it reduces the strain which comes about when a machine stops operating because something became worn or lose out. There's also decreased maintenance cost as it is not as likely to wear. This makes the machine very simple to manage for a individual with very little skills in managing a solar panel.

Many companies who  Purchase solar power get the benefit of greater gains. This is only because they cut down costs incurred in power and the remaining gains are ordinarily used to enlarge the company. This is extremely advantageous. Statistics demonstrate that the businesses using solar panels have higher returns in contrast to those who utilize other sources of electricity. This could possibly be due to how power can be quite costly and might make these firms not manage allot of resources. This is particularly evident in new or small businesses. There's also an advantage which customers get when they receive services from a business which utilizes clean energy. This is the simple fact which they can access government incentives which are made available to those businesses.

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It's highly  That is because there are only a few instances of electrical shocks which are extremely common when using different sources of power.  This generates fewer incidences of crises. However, careful steps must be taken as directed by the individual that does the setup as there are cases where wires are left bare and may lead to shock when touched. This is uncommon once the wiring is completed properly. Care also needs to be taken because the roof might be continuously emitting electricity.

Solar panels are  For this Reason, they're not readily destructed, this can be important because the Device is put out to be able to absorb sunlight rays. The Fantastic thing About this is the fact that it may be employed by men and women who reside in locations where the Weather is down and up generally.

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@amplectormors​ liked for a smol wholesome thing.

She’s a strange sight to behold, half streaked with dirt yet no less proud when she invades his company once more. The first time it had been slow dancing to a silent tune, bolstered by conversation and the fledgling beginnings of some kind of amicability. The second however, is far less restrained. She’s bolder now than she was the first time, more of Aerith’s personality showcased in the ease of her movements and the candor of her mannerisms. It seems easier somehow, more relaxed and without the airs and graces of a very clear class divide. They’re just two people - with a shared commonality of enjoying the arts.

It’s actually the undercurrent of shared interests that has seen her bring him a little piece of her Midgarian oasis, an entire planter’s worth of vibrant perennials and well cultivated blooms now neatly bound and settled unceremoniously at Mors’ feet. He hadn’t mentioned a love of gardens directly, or indeed at all, but what better food for a bohemian soul than something borne of light and well wishes. If it was good enough to inspire artists and poets for centuries, maybe it would inspire something in him too.  “I know you’re busy - but I figured if you couldn’t come to the garden; it was only fair that the garden should come to you!”

#amplectormors #I swear there's logic in this somewhere. #art friend + plant friends = joy? #either way - aerith is a well intentioned cabbage patch kid

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Blunders and (happy) Beginnings [1/?]

So that went faster than expected. Fingers crossed next chapter comes in a week or two. Please excuse any period inaccuracies, let me know what you think cuz I’m excited and most of all enjoy! 

Blunders and (happy) Beginnings; CHAPTER 1; ~ 3, 000 words; FF.NET || AO3

The result of too much Jane Austen and associating everything with Captain Swan. 

Such stories tend to start with a lengthly chapter or six that have no other purpose but to introduce the characters’ affableness (or lack thereof), fortune (or lack thereof) and current ambitions and desires (which, we must all know, no one can be accused of lacking). But for the benefit of the characters, rather than the reader, who are much too eager to start their pursuit of those aforementioned ambitions and desires, we will constrict those chapter or six into the following few paragraphs and pray to not be accused of anything harsher (such as laziness or neglect or simply a short span of attention) than having our characters’ best interests at heart. So, without further ado, let us be acquainted with:

Lady Ingrid Chillton of Arendelle

Affableness. Undeniably high as proven by her having taken under her protection not one, not two but no less than three orphaned girls. Admittedly, all three of good fortune, high status and perhaps even greater beauty and higher intellect, and yet with the undeniable defect of being all about the same age and thus certain to need and engage all her Ladyship’s careful attentions (and nerves) in their coming into society, meeting all the right people and being pursued by all the best of those – all at more or less the same time.

Fortune. Enough to make her Ladyship more than perfectly comfortable without ever even entertaining the idea of matrimony and yet perfectly able to encourage the entertaining of that very idea in any young ladies of her acquaintance.

Ambitions and desires. To promote the already heavily hinted at, most felicitous marriages of all three of her charges but to maintain the highest degree of elegance and non-obtrusiveness while doing so.

Miss Elza Froster of Arendelle

Affableness. Satisfactory, thanks to her perfect manners and education, and only slightly impaired by being more than occasionally accused of accute reserve and the art of ‘chilling people to the very bone’. It is only fair to note that those accusations have most often been submitted by her own sister and only very rarely by her aunt. But, again in the interest of candidness, it should be pointed out that most other people are suspected of being too affected by her cold manner to dare comment on it.

Fortune. Sizeable as can be expected of the eldest daughter of a late baron and baroness. Further benefitted by being one of the three aforementioned charges of Lady Ingrid. And yet further by her family’s most favourable name and history.

Ambitions and desires. To avoid the fulfillment of the ambitions and desires listed under her aunt’s name without causing her too much disappointment.

Miss Anna Froster of Arendelle

Affableness. Indisputable, aided by an exceptionally lively and cheerful disposition. At times faulted for taking ‘cheerfulness’ to the level of ‘impropriety’. But this mostly by her sister and one might suspect mostly to repay the slight injury to the latter’s own affableness.

Fortune. Refer to the information provided under Miss Froster’s name and take into account her absolute resolution to share all blessings with her sister equality, while distributing any burdens rather unevenly and in no way to the misfortune of Miss Anna.

Ambitions and desires. To have everyone in a good humour at all times. Perhaps to meet a suitable match and that preferably in the most romantic and somewhat dramatic of circumstances but mostly to be in good and abundant company at all times and promote her sister’s happiness (and somewhat manage to reconcile the seeming impossibility of those two occurring at the same time).

Miss Emma Swan of Misthaven

Affableness. Questionable since she has proven to possess neither manners as refined as Miss Froster’s, nor disposition as pleasing as Miss Anna’s. But in order to be fair to Miss Swan’s character, it must be said that she also possesses neither the former’s alleged coldness, nor the latter’s alleged impropriety. However, she has been sentences by those same ladies to an alleged ‘prickliness’. A verdict that no other acquaintance has gone to great lengths to disavow.

Fortune. Comfortable and one she has wished numerous times she could replace for still having her parents with her.

Ambitions and desires. To completely, once and for all, erase the adjective in the ‘poor Miss Swan’ address which she has been on the receiving end of ever since losing her parents at 4 years old. In addition, to convince her friends and guardian that she does not crave a home of her own (and the husband attached) above all else. And, lastly, and only to herself and even that very rarely, to recognize that perhaps she wouldn’t mind falling into those most romantic and somewhat dramatic circumstances Miss Anna always talks about.

Mrs Mary-Margaret Nolan of Enchantings

Affableness. The most genuinely affable person one has ever met – being the most devoted daughter before her parents’ death, the most unaffected creature while encouraging the attentions of her future husband, the most resolute woman in ignoring her stepmother’s displeasure with said gentleman’s meagre fortune, the most capable mistress, loving wife and, since recently, indulging mother ever since.

Fortune. Of no importance, she will say with a benevolent smile. And, yet, it is known, that the truthful answer is – one of the largest in the country.

Ambitions and desires. To promote in everyone the absolute felicity that she has found with her own self-proclaimed True Love and, when possible, to encourage the dissolution of the institution of loveless marriages. And, more specifically and most recently, to find the path towards her intimate friend Miss Swan’s happy ending (and shove her on it).

Mr David Nolan of Enchantings

Affableness. Second only to his wife’s and possessing the added advantage of having no relations with great pride and pretentions and having been raised in a home unaccustomed to unnecessary pomp and circumstance.

Fortune. Insignificant in quantity before his marriage and still insignificant now in the role it plays in his happiness and good humour.

Ambitions and desires. To be forced into unpleasant and condescending company as little as possible (especially that of his step-mother-in-law). To fulfill each and every one of his wife’s ambitions and desires and preferably without having to draw his sword on any of Miss Swan’s potential suitors.

Captain Liam Jones of Jewel Hall

Affableness. Much higher than expected from a man who’s spent so many years at sea, undiminished but somewhat restrained by a slight over-politeness of manner but even that only on his first few meetings with a new acquaintance before giving them the benefit of his genuine warmth and good humour.

Fortune. A tad smaller than expected from a man who’s spend so many years at sea, generally attributed to his overly generous nature and rather spontaneous, if not unwise, manner of making any and all arrangements.

Ambitions and desires. To fix up Jewel Hall and tame those spontaneous displays, that his self-aware nature has made perfectly noticeable to himself, by finally settling down. And yet to avoid feeling tied down by such settling. And, above all that, to restore his younger brother to at least some degree of his previous cheerfulness and affableness.

Captain Killian Jones of Neverland

Affableness. Lost, as hinted by its presence among the older Captain Jones’s ambitions and desires. Said to have existed at one time in his life but hardly traceable in any of his interactions but those with his closest creatures (a list limited severely to his brother and his dog Smee and very occasionally admitting the presence of Mr and Mrs Nolan).

Fortune. Undeserving of notice and consisting almost entirely of his rather small estate. In part due to the captain’s lifelong lack of interest in accumulating such a fortune, in part due to former years of imprudent, one may even venture to say destructive, habits, in part due to his current lack of need for a larger fortune, explained by his insufficient interest in keeping much company or engaging in many (or any at all) leisurely activities that involve more than a book or a gun.

Ambitions and desires. To always have just enough to do about Neverland as to successfully avoid his bother’s and the Nolans’ schemes for the ‘promotion of his happiness’ and to promote said happiness himself by a never failing supply of good books and equally good rum.

 Now it is unwise and unfair, and altogether not sensible at all, to presume that this miniature exposition is to be the whole of our gallery of characters for the future. But as they have already seen it fit to run along and start making progress on achieving their wishes or rather going back on them and contradicting everything we have just learnt, we are forced to leave off here and quickly get at least a glimpse of their current situations so as to not be entirely too shocked when we catch up with them next.

 “Upon my word, Nolan, you would be the best shot in the country, if you’d actually aim to kill something.”

“Mary-Margaret doesn’t like it when I bring in birds.”

“Then, by all means, give them to me, but do not go wasting bullets like that,” grunted the younger Jones as he hosted his gun over his shoulder one-handed. “It’s shameful.”

“You are one to talk, little brother. I remember a certain vixen last week-“

“I’m your younger brother and she had little cubs. I’m a sportsman, not a-”

“What’s shameful is that you didn’t even need me to specify that I was talking about hunting.”

Captain Killian Jones shot and didn’t miss. Much like he hadn’t all day. Then he lowered his gun and turned to his brother so he could have the full benefit of his less than impressed visage and rolling eyes.

“And it is not at all shameful that you would like to have your brother in the company of a woman that has earned herself such a title as ‘vixen’?”

Captain Liam Jones continued cleaning the gun he had barely shot on their little party and raised his own eyes to the heavens in exasperation.

“If you’d spent a little less time in the company of books and a little more in the company of, oh say, people, perhaps you wouldn’t attach yourself so to my precise wording and will instead comprehend my meaning.”

“Ah, but you see, the very reason I prefer books to people is that I can shut them up whenever I please.”

At this the older Jones was left with little to do but shake his head and cast a half-amused, half-suffering glance at Mr Nolan. A look which made up a great percentage of his expressions when in the company of his brother.

“I say we head back now, Nolan, I can’t manage him when he gets like this. And, if experience is to be believed, Miss Swan might be the only one who can shut his book.”

“Oy!”

 “Miss the ball! For shame, Emma!”

Miss Emma Swan tried to huff and mutter as quietly as possible. As strange as the sight of five respectable women, three of which with bows and arrows in their hands, was, Emma had learnt the hard way that Mary-Margarent’s back-garden-turned-shooting-range was not a place for petulance and bad manners even if it was a place for mastering a deadly skill.

“When is the last time I missed a ball? Surely you can manage without me this once?”

“Are you feeling unwell, my dear?”

Lady Ingrid’s sweet but predictable reaction came from the side where she and Miss Anna were enjoying what at this point Emma was sure must be a ball-threatening quantity of chocolate-covered strawberries.

“I’m quite well, ma’am. I simply do not feel like it.”

“Not feel like it!” exclaimed Miss Anna with the level of disbelief that only she could demonstrate after having known Emma and her decided lack of excitement for balls for all her life. “You are a pretty woman of 24 in possession of a good fortune and a bareable temperament. Balls are given to make you ‘feel like it’!”

“’Bareable’ temperament?!”

Emma swung around, bow in hand and arrow drown back, towards Anna a bit too quickly for Mrs Nolan and Miss Froster’s comfort.

“Aaaand I believe this is enough practice for today,” announced Miss Elsa with self-imposed cheerfulness as she extracted the weapon from her closest friend’s grip and handed it to their hostess. “An absolute pleasure as always, Mary-Margaret.”

“Oh, I’m most happy you don’t find it too extravagant and have been so kind as to join me. David gets tired of shooting at unmoving targets so fast. Or so he says. Captain Jones will assure you that he simply gets tired of having me best him every time. Indeed he has good aim but a bow doesn’t seem to agree with him quite as much as a gun.”

“Much as I hate to align myself with Jones, on any subject, I’m certain he is in the right here, Mary-Margaret. But could we maybe return to that moment in time when dearest Anna here classified my temperament as ‘bareable’ and none of you bothered to correct her.”

Four pairs of amused eyes turned on Miss Swan and gave her such pointed looks that she felt like she had turned into one of Mary-Margaret’s practice targets. Finally, it was Miss Anna who decided to have pity and clean up some of her own smear, albeit with a twinkle in her eye.

“I also classified your looks and fortune as ‘pretty’ and ‘good’ and, really, Emma, you know quite well how little temperament matters when those two are so well-provided for.”

This time Emma’s huff was no stifled thing and her sarcastic mutter delivered archly and clearly to all.

“Ah, yes, and it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a husband.”

“In want of a ball, at least!”

“’Want of a ball’! I thought we were to attend just such a thing tomorrow.”

Mr Nolan’s booming voice, along with his wide smile and even wider footsteps towards them, followed by the brothers Jones, dissolved some of the air of stubbornness that had engulfed Anna and Emma.

“We certainly are. It’s just that dear Emma seems to find such an occupation not engaging enough,” Lady Ingrid kindly supplied the necessary information.

“Ah, of course, she does! I know how it shall be now. We shall all go to the ball and have a jolly good time and her and Killian will have a contest in who can find the thickest book and the darkest corner where to hide from all society.”

It is certainly a testimony to the closeness and tight bond between all the persons present (despite the Froster sisters and the Jones brothers having known each other a mere month) that Captain Liam Jones’ comment was received with nothing but easy smiles and deep chuckles. Except from his brother, who suddenly found his hostess’s targets, that he had shot at hundreds of times, absolutely fascinating and thus forced Miss Swan’s eyes to bounce off his back as they darted around and settle challengingly on his brother’s.

“My conduct compared to your brother’s! Congratulations, Captain Jones, you have found the way to secure my presence at this now too-talked-of ball.”

“Fortunate us! Perhaps I can use my momentum and secure the first two dances as well, Miss Swan.”

“How sly of you! Alas, you are much too aware that I never secure dances in advance. It gives people much too great a power over one’s enjoyment of the evening.”

Liam sketched her an exaggerated bow, admitting his defeat.

“Now, Killian! Your brother has persuaded Emma with his usual tricks and wit. You must allow at least equal power to my hope and sincerity.”

Killian took another second to admire the ruffled feathers before pulling out the arrow that protruded straight from the center of Mrs Nolan’s target and addressing the lady herself.

“Indeed it is much greater,” he admitted with a tight smile, making something of a show of presenting Mary-Margaret with her arrow. “For your ‘hope’ you know I have no taste and little understanding but your sincerity I can never doubt and thus, unfortunately, never convince myself to refuse you.”

“Your sacrifice will go down in history I’m sure, Captain.”

Killian whirled around to face and respond to the blonde who had made the biting remark.

“There is, of course, also the need of presenting the conduct in opposition to which Miss Swan will base all of her own.”

The miss’s conduct at the present moment looked like it would not be all too favourable to him but, fortunately, this was much too apparent (and expected and not at all out of the ordinary) to everyone in attendance and David and Liam wasted no time in pronouncing themselves famished.

Lady Ingrid proceeded into the house with all her girls following suit, Miss Elsa having taken some considerable pains to convince Miss Emma to let Captain Jones have the last word ‘just this once’ and taking her arm to prompt her to take her eyes off the back of his head while he had gone back to his self-imposed task of retrieving Mrs Nolan’s arrows.

It was only this last lady which did not immediately follow the rest of the party into the house but advanced rather in the opposite direction.

“Just so there’s no doubt – I fully appreciate and recognize the compliment of your sacrifice, Captain Jones.”

Killian’s eyes moved first to the small, snow white hand on his shortened left forearm, wondering for a second at the fact that these delicate fingers had imbedded the arrow he was grasping in his right hand so deep into the target that he had to put quite a bit of strength into pulling it out, and then looked up into the kind green eyes that took all the sting out of the horrid term ‘sacrifice’ and induced it with that sincerity he could never doubt.

“It is why I shall make it.”

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Mommy's Roast Chicken Dish.

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Insights On Imagination.

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I strongly believe depression is actually usually effective in the means we believe to become active or even creative, and also getting out of our packages (misleading containers). Similarly, the industry from imaginative creating is bigger than anybody consequently this is actually inconceivable to paint a perfect picture, as exactly what you considered as excellent could be to yet another male, dreadful. By permitting my trainees to think about the topic our team were actually researching as well as delivering them a lot more options for open-ended dialogue, I found that my students were actually learning and also thinking of numerous different points in their environment. When you get caught, I advise you maintain this listing from 10 usual means our company restrain our organic creative capacities close by. That imaginative writing is actually imaginative alone suspends words structure in its actual significance. Contrary to the mythology encompassing imagination, very, few jobs of imaginative excellence are created along with a single stroke of brilliance or even in a craze from quick task. Wallach and also Kogan 64 highlighted that the ingenuity steps were actually certainly not simply weakly related to each other (to the level that they were no more pertaining to each other compared to they were actually with INTELLIGENCE), but they appeared to additionally draw upon non-creative capabilities. Remember that the procedure from generating creative thoughts is actually pretty different off the method of analyzing them rationally. By coming to be much less defensive in any kind of artistic exchange, allows the team to continue to be available to originalities. With some artistic analytic methods you might manage to look at your problem in a different light. You could enter into this artistic trip with a really details difficulty or issue in mind, or you may only perform this to view what serendipitous tips you generate - in any case is actually great! Among the best and also most entertaining creative thinking resources I have actually located is actually a a spin on the old Osborne-Parnes Stroll in the Woods rotary tool. This includes damaging devoid of the familiar thinking trends as well as seeking new means of regarding factors. To experience major creative developments, it is crucial to become relaxed taking risks. Children do not require all the greatest toys and also a lot of advanced computer game to have an excellent time-take everything off of them and they will definitely find one thing to enjoy with. Often I find yourself along with some appealing unusual as well as crazy things I would certainly never share, yet I always experience an improvement of artistic electricity later on. Some of the attributes from anxiety and anxiousness is actually thinking in manner ins which avoid helpful action and also development with one's worries. Cultivating imaginative as well as essential thinking capability is actually a vital factor of creating prosperous, confident as well as cutting-edge participants from the community. Utcomes, increase new point of views and also get your readers definitely considering your writing. Market values thinking makes that easier to observe exactly how typical worths could be assisted or even threatened through a decided on remedy. Silvia et al. 73 administered a research to look at the connection in between different reasoning and also spoken fluency tests, and also disclosed that both eloquence as well as originality in different thinking were actually considerably affected due to the vast level Glr factor. Definitions from variant reasoning normally feature the potential to specify, and also think about assorted and also authentic ideas with facility and also velocity.