#Encharge

[jihyocentric]

I absolutely believe she can fuck a whole team, if she paces herself well enough! But she also seems the type to want to push the limits because she thinks that’s hot as fuck, so she would definitely make herself the reward for the team playing a great game by walking into the showers/locker room and stripping out of her skimpy cheerleader outfit for them to ogle at 🤭🤭🤭 all G!P team too so she can get filled up as much as possible too

make it the rest of twice & my red velvet girlies as the members of the team and i'm sold on this idea...

jihyo probably doesn't mean to get everybody's attention (she does) as she makes her way to the showers aiming for some of the winners of the day, but somehow (she's purposefully loud) she ends up attracting the others' attention, which only leads to her being fucked by the entire team. but they treat her well, i'm pretty sure they're aware of how far they can go with her, and jihyo is pretty much used to being used by them. she probably can't even stand on her own once they're done with her, but it's worth it!

[axelsagewrites]

How the Hotd guys are in bed

Includes: Aegon, Aemond, Jace, Daemon, and Harwin

Warnings: NSFW under the cut

Masterlist Here

Aegon

Sub sub sub sub sub

Did I mention this boy is a sub? Aegon definitely thinks he's this dominate rock your world type of guy until you grabbed his jaw and kissed him and he practically melted in your hands and had been goo ever since.

He lives to please and get his praise in return. He talks a big game to his brother and nephews but behind the scenes he would never even touch you without begging first.

Aemond

Aemond is extremely shy. At first. In the beginning you have to take the lead and help him become comfortable but as soon as he got comfortable with you it all changed.

Suddenly he's very cocky and very encharge. He'll make sure you are satisfied before he is because he loves to watch you come undone again and again till you're practically mush in the bed. He's not done till he's pushed you to your limits but of course in a good way.

Jace

Jace is such a tease. He always starts very slow and very passionate. He's not just going to have a quick fuck and walk away. The whole day before he'll be doing his best to make you flustered so when you enter his chambers to confront him you're already half begging.

He'll start slow trailing kisses everywhere until he finally decided he had enough of making you wait. Oh gods is it worth the wait. Its hard to speak by the time he is done. He's very attentive but also the king of aftercare.

Daemon

Daemon despite his age is still a horny teenager at heart. But also very kinky. It's rare you do it in a bed. Instead you'll either be in the gardens, a cupboard, someone else's bed, in the middle of a brothel, or once even on the iron throne.

He's also not opposed to making it an open invitation. Threesomes are not rare but his focus will always be mainly on you. He's very much the dom in the relationship and showing you all the things he has learned over the years. And gods its a lot.

Harwin

Harwin is far more simple than any man on this list but that doesn't mean he's bad. Not at all. Harwin grabs you anytime he can. He loves to grab your hips, your hair, your chest, your waist. Anywhere he can get his hands on.

He's pretty vanilla apart from his breeding kink of course though whenever you ask about it he blushes and denies it. As soon as it's over he's grabbing you a towel and giving you a massage and worries he's hurt you despite you explaining it hurt in a good way.

A/N: Enjoy you sinners

[its-not-that-weird-blog]

"Seriously?!"

Paul Aron x Driver!Reader

Summary: Prema wanted their drivers to have a nice and relaxing weekend before the season starts, but they paired the roomates for the vacation...who's rooming with Paul?!

Warnings: A little bit of angst, fluff, and google translate Italian

The 2023 season is coming up and Prema has a completely new driver lineup for both Formula 2 and Formula 3.

René being René, decided that taking their drivers for a little get away before the season starts was a great idea, so they went to Amalfi Coast, a little chilly but still beautiful during the winter.

Angelina was the one encharged to make the rooming situation, considering who needs more bonding than others, but seeing that Dino decided to take his girlfriend to bond with his friends as well, the decision was made:

Room 1: Ollie and Fred

Room 2: Dino and Elvira

Room 3: Paul and Y/N

Angelina knows that Paul and Y/N have always had a strained relationship, having been rivals since karting, so that was her masterplan, not only that, but she had shipped those two since they first stepped in the Prema factory back when they started single-seaters. 

Going all the way back to 2018, where the real rivalry started, Paul and Y/N were competing in the CIK-FIA championship, throughout the whole season, it was a constant battle between both kids, in the end, Paul ended up winning the championship.

When 2019 rolled around, both kids were surprised to see that Prema had signed a contract with the two of them, even though it was well known that they were rivals, not only on track, but off track too. This took their rivalry to the next level, fighting for the F4 championship, especially the rookie championship…Paul ended up winning, like always.

2020 rolled around, surprisingly, the one that had a seat in Formula Regional was Y/N, not Paul. He sadly didn’t find any seats available for Frec, so he went to formula renault.

This little battle continued. 2021 for FRECA, both were teammates again, though that year, Y/N ended up winning the championship and went to be teammates with Arthur and Ollie in F3 and Paul repeated FRECA alongside Dino. Now in the present, Dino, Paul and Y/N are back being in the same team.

The tension grew so much that Angelina wanted it to end, because they needed a good year for the Formula 3 team. So she put her plan in action. She passed this idea through René first and of course he was beaming with glee. He needed those two to get along.

When everyone got to the hotel, the roommates were announced. Everyone was trying to hold in their giggles when they saw Paul and Y/N’s faces.

“Angelina, this has to be a joke, right?” Y/N said, “I thought you said that , well besides Dino, the ones that shared an academy were going to share!” 

“Yeah! Angelina, it should be me and Fred and Ollie with Y/N” Paul said while aggravatedly running his fingers through his hair.

“Guys, we need you to get along, please!” René pleaded, “I know teammates don’t have to be best friends, but at least be civil with each other” He finishes 

Y/N and Paul sighed and followed everyone to the elevator. They were glaring at each other, Y/N was thinking of ways to be apart throughout the whole trip, she was planning on doing everything with Ollie, who was her best friend, and just go back to the room to sleep. Paul on the other hand was thinking of spending time with both Fred and Dino, mostly with Fred though, because he didn’t want to interrupt the time Dino and his girlfriend would have together.

Funny thing is that underneath all that hatred between Paul and Y/N, everyone knows that they actually have a thing for each other. Except the two idiots in question.

Y/N is a completely hopeless romantic, but never gives love a try because she is terrified that no one will get used to her hectic schedule and just overall, to her hectic life. She started to feel something for Paul when she saw all her friends starting to get into relationships, not because of the FOMO, but because she spent most of her time with him, and even though they would bicker most of the time, Y/N would imagine what it would be like dating Paul.

For Paul, it is a whole different story. He never lacked the attention of girls, he had plenty, but he felt a weird connection with Y/N ever since they met. As a dumb kid, he started to annoy Y/N to get her attention, but it backfired on him when, during karting years, he accidentally took Y/N out of the track, getting p1. After the race, he went up to Y/N to make a lighthearted joke, but for very obvious reasons, Y/N was absolutely mad and upset at Paul, and everything went downhill for their relationship.

Both, being the stubborn teens they are, refused to acknowledge their feeling for eachother, so they decided to cover it up with “hatred”. It was easier that way, but not when they have to spend so much time together. Being teammates sometimes sucked. 

Once they arrived at their respective rooms, Paul and Y/N were stunned when they saw just one bed in the room.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” Both said at the same time. 

“I could always sleep on the floor, Y/N” Paul sighed and looked at Y/N, “Take the bed” He said with a soft tone.

Paul was fed up with the fights between him and Y/N, so he will take the opportunity of fixing his relationship with her. No matter how much it costs, he will fix it.

“We can share” Y/N mumbled, “Choose your side of the bed, I will go out to explore with Ollie for a while” She finished, leaving her luggage close to the closet and left the room.

Paul felt almost defeated. Key word being almost. He was sometimes jealous about Y/N’s friendship with Ollie. He had nothing against that nice british kid, but seeing them hang out almost everyday was upsetting. He knew that those two were close due to them being in the same academy, and being teammates last year.

Y/N on the other hand, couldn’t stand the thought of Paul hating her, so that’s why she mostly hung out with Ollie, Arthur and Dino. But mainly Ollie, they bonded over being to young kids in Formula 3, trying to meet everyone’s expectations. For Y/N, Ollie has been the only person to actually know about her true feelings towards Paul, he always gave her advice about what she could do with Paul, but funny enough, she was terrified. Y/N was more scared to show her true feelings than driving a car at 100 mph. 

The whole team wanted Y/N and Paul to notice that both are just overthinking everything, and just start kind of fresh, for them to be friends or even something more.

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It was around 7pm, everyone was supposed to meet at the lobby at 8 so they could go and have dinner. 

Paul was trying to ignore the presence of Y/N until he could really know what he wanted to do about their relationship, but it was hard to ignore it when all he could hear was the angelic (at least that’s what he thought) voice of Y/N. She was softly singing Vienna by Billy Joel. Paul knew that Y/N loves that song.

Paul, in small worlds, was delighted. He was delighted by every single little thing about his new teammate. He was in too deep, he knew, and was okay with it. 

Y/N could feel Paul’s eyes staring at her and it was making her feel happy and confused. Was it that she was ugly? Is that why he is staring? She was trying not to overthink it more than she already does. 

When Y/N finished her makeup, she left the bathroom and went to the bed to put on her shoes, and once again, she felt Paul’s gaze in her.

“Hey, are you okay? Do I have something in my face for you to be staring at?” Y/N finally asked with a slight humor in her voice.

“No, not at all. You just look beautiful” Paul said truthfully, looking into Y/N eyes.

“Oh, um, thanks” She said blushing and staring back into Paul’s beautiful eyes, “You don’t look too bad yourself” She finished, focusing on her heels to pretend that it wasn’t a big deal.

Paul smiled at Y/N, even though she couldn’t see it. He was beaming with joy at the thought that they were kind of fixing things, but he still had a long way to go with their funny dynamic. 

“We should start heading down, everyone might be there already” Paul voiced to Y/N. She just nodded and grabbed her bag.

Both made their way to the elevator, Paul behind Y/N like a bodyguard. Once they got to the lobby, they didn’t see anyone on the team, so they just decided to go to the restaurant.

“The reservation is under René’s name, right?” Y/N asked and Paul nodded in agreement.

“Ciao, posso aiutarti?” A nice lady asked (Hello, may I help you)

“Ciao, si” Y/N said in a slight broken italian, “Abbiamo una prenotazione a nome René Rosin” She confidently said (Hi, yes. We have a reservation under the name René Rosin)

“Ok, seguimi per favore” The lady said. Both kids followed her and came to a halt when they saw that the table was for two, “Ecco il tuo tavolo, torna subito con i menu” And she left. (Okay, follow me please. Here is your table, be right back with the menus).

Both kids looked at each other in confusion. They sat down and Y/N texted Angelina.

“Angelina just told me that we have to stay here and talk everything out” Y/N huffed out, “I think everyone wants us to fix our relationship” She softly spoked.

Y/N hesitated before gazing up at Paul. He had a shy smile on and waited for a little before starting to talk.

“You know, I never hated you” Paul said with confidence but at the same time, in a hushed voice, “I’ve always liked you, as a person and as a driver. I always find ways to annoy you so I could get your attention” He said with truth gleaming on his eyes, “I never wanted you to hate me, but in my dumb kid head, I thought that it was the only way you could actually notice me” He stopped for a brief moment, “I really like you, as more than just a person and a driver. I’ve always wanted you by my side, when I had a good or a bad race, the only thing going on in my mind was you” He finished.

Y/N was shocked. She never thought that Paul could be slightly interested in her, never. She always saw the attention he got from other girls and was terrified to compete against them. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Paul asked, “I shouldn’t have said any of that, goddammit, I scared you, didn’t I?” He frantically let out.

Y/N looked at him, and saw that his eyes were telling nothing but the truth. She was just speechless because of how happy she felt.

Paul stood up from the table and was about to leave, but Y/N stopped him immediately by his wrist.

“Paul, sit down” He looked puzzled at Y/N, “Please” She said softly. He obliged and eventually sat down with his head hanging low, “I really like you too. More than a person and a driver, my eyes have always been just for you” She quietly stated.

“Seriously?!” Paul asked, raising his head up to see Y/N smiling sweetly at him and nodding.

“Yup, I just followed your game because I literally thought you hated me” She giggled at Paul’s face.

“Well, now you know that I feel everything but hatred for you” Paul laughed and couldn’t resist to press a kiss to Y/N’s lips, “That was just the beginning sweetheart” He goofily smiled at the girl he had heart eyes since he was a pre teen.

“Yeah…I guess we have to thank everyone for setting this up” Y/N pecked Paul on his lips and thought that it was the beginning to a very long story.

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Thank you all for the support on the last one shot, hope you enjoyed this one just as much <3

[mattmurdock42]

Henry dressed as a vampire. ( Henry as Husband)

Henry Cavill X female reader./ Henry X Wife / Henry as a dad.

Smutt, overstimulating, beging, p in v, Henry dom, vampire kinks.

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It was the birthday of your son, Tomás. A few days ago, you and your husband, Henry, asked if he wanted a party and he happily said yes, with a halloween theme, as it was close to it. You had asked all your son´s friend´s mothers if they could came and they all said yes, so, now, you´d have twelve 6 years old boys and girls, plus one of their parents at your house for a party. Your son was so ecxited that he couldn´t stop talkig about it. Your husband was encharged of your costumes. He got a mummy one for Tomás, a vampire for him and a pirate one for you. The day of the party came. Henry had to shoot a scene from his series until 3 pm, so, you´d have to welcome the guests alone until he came. You woke up and he was already gone. You made breakfast for you and Tomás and then you two started to prepare the backyard for the party. You two went out for lunch and then came back to make your costumes. You left him watching tv while you got ready, then you went to get him ready. 2pm came, his friends started to arrive. You were friend to most of the mothers, actually. Three of then were very close to you since college days. When all the guests arrived you saw how many different costumes had: witches, pirates, fairies, robots, vampires, super heroes, skeletons and more. Most parents were as pirates or witches. While the kids played, you all sat under a told and started to talk about the children. All of them said that their kids were really ecxited for this themed party, and they all complimented the idea. You said it was Tomás idea and he also was ecxited for it. After a while Henry arrived, he was already with his costume- he had taken it to work and putted it when he finished the shooting. He was wearing a black trouser with a social black shirt. His hair was put behind with gel, he had eyeliner and fangs on his canine teeth. Your breath stopped when you saw him. He greeted everyone and he and the other mens went to another place to talk and watch things. You and the other mothers talked about children, career, marriege and hobies. The talk was amazing, but it was time for cake. You all reunited around a big garden table and Tomás got on a stool- since he didn´t let Henry lift him in front of his friends- to be on the same high as the candles. The rest of the party was perfect, everyone ate and had fun. You and henry said goodbye to everyone and thanked then for coming. You said to Tomás to get inside and take the vegetables he wanted for dinner. As he did that, you and Henry cleaned the garden. When it was over, you got inside and gave Tomás a bath while henry cooked. You finished his bath, dressed him, and then went to your bath. Henry finished the dinner and you three had grilled vegetables for dinner. After, you did the dishes and henry went to take a shower, since he was still dressed as a vampire, except his fangs.

A couple of days passed since the party. One day, you recieve a message from your cousin saying that it will be a family lunch next weekend, and her dauther gave the idea of children going in costumes, since it would be halloween, so she had the idea of everyone going dressed in costumes. You confirmed your family presence. You loved the idea of seeing your cousins again, you all were really close.

You three went with your costumes from the last party. There, children were running, men were around the barbecue taking care of the meat, women were talking and were around the drinks and the desserts. You had brought a sweet pie that you made. Everyone was dressed as well. Your aunts and you were talking and they commented how pretty Henry was in that costume. You got embareced and blushed for him. At lunch time, when all of you were around the table, one little niece of your, dauther of your cousin, came to Henry and asked.

Little niece: uncle, why you didn´t dressed as Superman? since you are superman!

Everyone at the table laughed.

Henry: sorry little one, but the costume store didn´t have any superman costume when i went, it was sold out.

Little niece: but you didn´t get the superman costume when you finished the movie?

Henry: i tried to get it, but they wouldn´t let me, they would have to keep it for a while longer. But as soon as it is finished, i´ll get it.

In the afternoon, one of your cousins had the idea of making fun shots of everyone. You tried to hide, since you didn´t like photos, but one of your cousins pulled you to it. You tried to hide behind Henry but the stepped aside, saing it was a good idea to take the photos. You looked at him, with mad eyes. You all took several pictures: you and your cousins, all the girls, all the man, just children, each families (grandma make sure of that one being taken, she wanted everyone in her album). Iin yours with Henry, he stood behind you with Tomás in his shoulders and pretended to bite your neck, while you were secretly cointaining yourself to not moan with him sucking your neck dresssed like that. Of course he noticed, since he knew you well. In the end of the family lunch, your little niece asked Tomás if he wanted to sleep over and play with her the next day. They were the same age and get along so well that you and Henry couldn´t say no. Beside, Henry had plans for the night that he would prefer his son wouldn´t be home.

You went home and got back to leave some things for Tomás, like, toothbrush and clothes.

You and Henry was getting back home, he was driving and you were zoning out with the music you had putted. Then, out of nowhere, you feel something grabbing your thigh roughly. You look down and see Henry´s hand. You get home and, before you could put one foot inside the house, he lifts you, throwing you on his shoulders and going to your room. Arriving there, you already knew that he noticed the repreended moan and wanted to hear you scream that same one. He putted you on the bed and lighted the room with candles. He gently took of your pirate costume.

Herny: you shouldn´t repress a groan, pretty girl, but i understand why you did it.

You looked at him. You were feeling exposed being the only one naked, he didnt even let your panties.

Henry: tell me, you wanted to moan because you wanted sex tonight, you were needy, or you were horny because of the costume?

He already knew the answer, it was not the first time you were horny with him in a costume, it happened before when his make up was not fully gone from the witcher, and when you visited him on the set of mission impossible. But he would make you say it, he wanted to hear how you were.

y/n: i-i´m horny.

You say blushing and looking down. He gets your entire jaw with one hand and pull it up, so you can look to him.

Henry: you should have said it before. You know i don´t like that you keep this kind of secrets from me.

y/n: i´m sorry.

Henry: what do you like more about it?

y/n: i think the fangs, maybe.

You say in a whisper.

Henry: why maybe?

This conversation were making you mad.

y/n: i´m not sure because you aready have big canines, this protesis just made them a little bigger, not much, so i don´t know if it made a difference or not.

He takes it of and smiles.

Henry: so? was the fangs that made you horny?

y/n: no, maybe it was your hair in place?

Henry: maybe?

y/n: stop asking this.

You say, tired of this talk.

Henry: my delicate girl, i just wanna know. So i can do it more times.

y/n: no, looking better at it, it´s not your hair, i like it messed, natural curled. It is the eyeliner with the groomed hair. The combination itself.

Henry: see? it wasn´t so hard. With a little talk and patience, you got there.

He says grinning.

y/n: congrats, socrates would be proud of you.

You say with a sarcastic tone. He hated when you were desrespectful, and you knew that. Sometimes, when you wanted to tease your dom, you would be bratty.

He rushes to you, brutally pushing you to lay down and getting on top of you. You really knew how to get on his nerves. He took his strap and chained your hands to the bed. He took some lubricant and barely passed on your vulva, quickly inserting four fingers inside of you, making you scream loud with pain. His other hand started to dance on your clit, making your back twist. After some time you cum. He keeps doing it until you do it again, and one more time. Your vagina were sensible. He goes up to your neck and starts to suck it hard, making sure to leave bruises, while his hands played with your tits. He stopped and sat beside you, running his hands along your waist and your thighs. If you wanted something more from him, you´d have to ask, beg. He was passing his hands through your body, stopping and looking it from every angle, you were feeling to much exposed.

y/n: please, take your clothes of too. please.

Henry: i´m not sure about it.

y/n: please, be naked too.

After five minutes he decided to take his clothes also.

He gets on top of you and started to kiss you until you lost your breath for a long time. When he stopped you were weak. He unchained you and turned you to lay on your stomach. He pulled you to bend. One arm wrapped around your waist, not letting you go, and the other, slowly going in and out of you. You were done with his hands. You wanted to ride him while looking at his face as a vampire.

y/n: Henry, stop it. I wanna ride you. Let me top you, for once.

He stopped the hand inside you. But the other was still holding tight your waist.

Henry: i don´t know, i don´t think you deserve it. Hiding secret kinks from me and being arrogant.

You knew he would let you, but you´d have to barg more.

y/n: i know i was not good. But i´ll redime myself making you feel good.

Henry: i´m already feeling good now, darling.

y/n: please, Henry, let me. I wanna ride you while i see you like this. I´ll be a good top. i promise.

He let go of your waist and lays on his back.

Henry: go on, i´m all yours.

You leave the bed and go to get his fangs on the desk.

y/n: open your mouth, please.

He obeys and you put his fangs on place. You get op top of him, each thigh on one side of him. You lean for a kiss, noticing his difficulty to do it because of the fangs. You put his dick on your vagina and starts to move your hips, slowly increasing the speed. His hands grip your hips. You support you weight on your hands, which were on his waist. After some time, you hear a soft groan leave his throat. You smile at your acomplishment. You keep thrusting yourself until he cums, followed by you.

y/n: have i redemed myself?

Henry: a little.

You get out of him, taking his condom off and licking the point of his dick. After, you give him and a exeptional oral sex, always looking at his face, seeing his mouth open; the combination of the make up with the hair and fangs driving you crazy.

y/n: am i a good girl now?

Henry: i think you are pardoned.

You smile and goes up to him. You take his fangs of and messed his hair. It was straightened, but you didn´t mind. You two started to make out, with you on top. After some minutes he says:

Henry: let´s take a shower, then go to sleep, it´s almost 2 am.

You agreed and you both go to the shower. Of course you had sex there too. You came back to bed and slept cuddling.

The next day you two enjoyed each other and, at night, went to get Tomás.

[oceansssblue]

100 CELEBRATION — PROMPT 17. PRINCE&SERVANT AU

REX/F READER 💖💔

WARNINGS: servant/slavery themes, social gap, mentions of war, soulbonds, first crush, fantasy aspects.

Note: Here we have a really fluffy timid sweet one for a servant!rex and princess!femalereader !! It will start in their childhood and skip through time. Switches between 1st pov and 3rd pov. Hope you like it! Xx, Blue.

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The citizens of Bahr were also known as "water spirits" because of their surprising affinity with water creatures. The humanoid species could survive both underwater and in land; which made Bahr's cities beautifully diverse. Some towns were completely built under the ocean; others were constructed besides lakes and rivers. The Outer Rim planet had joined the Republic Alliance not so long ago; also enthraced by the idea of bidirectional protection and the reputation of the GAR. The Kaminoans had created clones of a mandalorian warrior that they later trained for different purposes; sold in batches all around the Republic for both servitude and personal army.

For the birth of Bahr's princess –the first descendant of King Fraland and Queen Altea– a new order of clones was sent to Kamino; and the kaminoans produced new batches of CT's and CC's and trained them for their new life. Some would end up serving in the palace or any of the Crown's properties; others would add to Bahr's already impressive army.

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You had grown up with all the commodities of the world; from endless food on the table to the prettiest of dresses. As the only princess of Bahr, your education had been impecable as well; closely monitored by the planet's best academics and literates. You had a small flock of servants personally encharged of you; from nannies that looked after you during the day or night, to other female bahrises who were tasked to help you dress or join you in any of your multiple hobbies. Not all servants in the palace were natives; but yours were.

You had always been curious about the others, the humans; the clones. They were young too –almost as young as yourself– and from a different species; and they were boys. It was inevitable to want to find more about them. However, both the Queen and your nanies had always scolded you whenever you had tried to interact with one; so you had eventually given up on being friends with them. You still curiously observed them in the distance.

It was only at eight years old when you had your first conversation with a clone. With three clones, to be precise. They were arguing about going out on an adventure; and that had instantly caught your attention. Life in palace was –though you knew you were incredibly lucky– often boring. The oportunity of going outside was too tempting to ignore.

You remained hidden behind one of the numerous statues that were placed on both sides of the corridors –old Kings and Queens of Bahr, your ancestors–; attention tunned in in the conversation between the three boys. They weren't speaking in your native language; but your teachers had already taught you a handful of others, mando'a being one of them.

"We're not going to be able to see them properly, Fives" one of the boys said, voice a mix of exasperation and resignation. "They only come up to the surface when two true soulmates are on their own there".

Your curiosity deepens; they're talking about the Lake of the Soulmates; were small water dragons live in harmony until a couple of soulmates call them. Only in pairs they will respond; only when genuine, sincere emotions came into play. It was a sacred tradition on Bahr; though some often used it as a proof of a partner's intentions or honesty. It was a beautiful idea, the fact that soulmates existed, that someone was made specifically for you; you had always dreamed of visiting it.

"Yeah, I know" the boy named Fives whispered. "But won't seing them even under the surface be worth it? Please, Echo. I'm so tired of being trapped in here".

Something softened in Echo's face; the boy glancing at the third clone of the group with reluctant acceptance. This last one had short blond hair; a trait you hadn't seen in the rest of his brothers. It was a beautiful contrast with the bronze of his skin.

"If we get caught we could be punished or even decomissioned" he wasn't fully convinced either, though it was clear he wanted to go as well. "I don't know if we should risk it".

This was the perfect chance for you to step in.

You left the secrecy of your hideout; quietly walking towards them.

"You wouldn't be if you kindly allowed me to join you".

The three clones showed various levels of surprise and fear; jumping at the unexpected sound of your voice. Their eyes widenned.

"P-princess!" Fives stuttered, back in your native language.

Echo and the clone with the blond hair straightened inmediately.

"I desire to visit the Soulmate Lake as well" you continued, undisturbed. "I've always felt curious about them. If you allow me to tag along, and the guards find us, you may even tell them I asked you to follow me there; since I wasn't keen on going on my own. Do we have an agreement?"

Fives grinned; the other two looked unsure. Upon the first's incesant pleadings, they finally gave in, nodding in silence. The blond one turned towards you, speaking to you with a timid politeness.

"Your majesty, you may want to change to a less delicate shoe choice" he pointed out, carefully, and your eyes travelled down to your cristal sparkling sandals.

"Oh!" You blushed softly. "You are right, of course. I'll retire and switch to a more comfortable pair. I will see the three of you in the North Door in ten".

You gave them a firm nod and walked away. You were going to see the water dragons for the first time ever.

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At first, Fives, Echo and Rex were incredibly wary and tense around the princess. They had grown up learning about her; about how important she was and the responsabilities she was destined to carry. They were taught how to behave around royals; how they were not the same. It was shocking, the fact that she had even talked to them. The way she phrased things was a bit unusual, and perhaps so were some of her gestures and manerisms; but in all honestly, for a princess, she looked pretty normal.

The small trip to the Lake of the Soulmates was filled with Fives animated story-telling; Rex and Echo having long learnt how to filter him out, while the princess looked almost engrossed in his tale. All words extinguished when they finally arrived, though; the beauty of the scene that powerfull. The water looked almost like a mirror of the sky above; the trees painted in vibrant greens and oranges. There was a sort of magical peace that could almost be breathed in.

"Woah" Fives looked and wandered around almost in a trance.

Echo grabbed his shoulder and tugged him back before his brother could accidentally dip a feet on the lake's water.

The three clones and the princess made their way to the edge of it and kneeled on the grass, carefully pushing their bodies forward to inspect it; trying to get a peak of the creatures swimming beneath. But the creatures stayed hidden –as Echo had predicted–; and soon the adrenaline and excitement of the adventure extinguished.

Rex discovered himself observing the princess instead. Her hair was pinned up in an intricate updo; and a small sparkly tiara was perfectly positioned on top of her head. She had what looked like diamond earings too; and she was wearing a –expensive, he was sure– violet dress with some more accesories around her wrists and neck. Under all of that, Rex noticed her big expressive eyes and the warmth of her smile. He had always thought royalty as cold and distant –no matter how well they governed–; but perhaps he had been wrong all along. The princess chuckled at something Fives said; and Rex's eyes couldn't stop staring at her.

A splash and a gasp finally called his attention; wonder and excitement shining again in all of their faces. There was a water dragon close to the surface; it was a blurred mix of blues, cyan on it's head and turning progressively darker towards the blue indigo of the tail. The creature seemed to be curious about them as well; as it swam close to the four kids for a few minutes before dissapearing into the depths of the lake again.

They all glanced at each other in shock before chuckling and smiling happily. They stayed for what felt like another hour there, with mainly Fives and Echo bickering and Rex and the princess quietly observing. It was peaceful; freeing. Rex tenderly saved the memory in his mind.

The grins were still painted on their faces with their return to the palace.

"I had a wonderful time" the princess aknowledged them before they had to part ways. "Thank you for your company".

Fives grinned, showing a silly thumbs up.

"Yeah, cool shit, princess".

Echo rolled his eyes at his brother's choice of words and lack of proper decorum; and smacked the back of his head.

Fives shot a glance at him, pouting and catching up on Echo's silent complaint inmediately.

"Hey! I said princess!"

Luckily for all of them, the royal only watched them in amusement.

"We enjoyed your company as well, your majesty" Rex tried to spare them, nodding politely, golden brown eyes making contact with the princess's. "We wish you a good rest of your evening".

She smiled genuineningly; then courtsied in a last goodbye, walking away timidly, a small happy skip to her step.

Fives and Echo bickered at his back. Rex only wished their escapade to remain a secret –for their safety–; and to have shown the princess –she'd be their queen, someday– that clones weren't that bad.

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Weeks pass after that evening with the clone boys; but thoughts about them haven't yet left your mind. You don't have much contact with people your age –or any at all, for that fact–; and you somehow find yourself yearning for more. You had enjoyed the afternoon with them; void of responsabilities and the pressure of being a princess. A royal. There was no-one to watch you with a critic at the tip of their tongue; no one to tell you how to talk or move, to punish you for things that weren't considered lady like. The memory of that tiny bit of freedom, of life, had stayed roaming around in your mind.

You had carefully asked around; tried to find more information about them. They worked in the kitchens; and though there were a few complaints about them being a bit of trouble, you generally only heard good things about the three clones. They were only two years –one, in Rex's case– younger than you; though a maid had –tried to– explain to you that with the clone's accelerated aging they'd look progressively older very soon.

Temptatively, you had tried to interact with them in the few months that followed the first escapade. They reacted exactly the same way as the first time; first with cautious wariness, and then slowly easing into a quiet, gentle friendship. Fives was the main source of trouble; Echo being the one to often reel him in and cut his crazyness short. He still joined him in few ocassions, though, and then it was Rex's turn to be the voice of reason. He was not boring by any chance –in fact, you find him very intriguing–; he just seemed more mature. Rex was observant, and surprisingly firm for someone as young as him; but he knew how to relax too. You felt warm each time you caught sight of his gentle smile.

You're on a quest to personally ask the palace's main cook to bake your favorite pie when you caught sight of them again; though not in a pleasant situation. Fives, Echo and Rex are all standing up in front of a –very obviously– angry chef; heads lowered down in a sign of repentance while the man screams inches away of their face. A quick glance around is enough to know what this is all about. The kitchen is a mess; almost as if there had been a fight –or an explosion– of flour all around. You understand the need to reprimand them if this has been the case; but the way the cook is spitting ill-words so close to their faces rubs you the wrong way.

"Useless clones, genetically engineered for what? You can't even behave in a kitchen! It's a relief you can't roam around through Bahr!"

Different degrees of hurt and anger crosses the boys faces. It grows like a flame inside of you as well.

"We understand your point, sir" Rex grits out, eyes still on the floor but posture firm. "It won't happen again".

"Of course it won't!" The cook suddenly invades his personal space and takes a violent hold of his face, nails digging into the skin of both cheeks to obligue Rex to look at him. "Because if you do, i'll make sure you're all sent back to Kamino and never see a ray of sunglight ever again!"

Something inside of you fiercely wakes up and shakes. A wave of ire and an overwhelming need to protect spreads through your veins; and you take a step into the kitchen and clear your throat, eyes settling on the cook in a heated stare.

"Princess!" The man exclaims, releasing the boy's face and taking a step back in utter surprise.

The three clones inmediately look at you. You want to comfort them, but it is a priority to get them away from this man first.

"Let this be the last time you dare to treat anyone this way" your voice holds an authority that doesn't really come from being a royal, but of a fierce heart that won't let any other option exist. "You will request a transfer to any other of the Crown's properties and leave inmediately".

The man is so shocked he almost sputters in his place.

"B-but princess..." his eyes flicker over your smaller form in a desperate way to find something to convince you with. "I'm the only one who knows how to bake your favorite Jhogan pie!"

Your expresion turns to one of disgust. The fact that this man...

"My favorite dessert can't be more irrelevant as opposed to the safety of other's lifes. I have given you the option to continue working elsewhere as a courtsey for all the years you've been working for us; but if you insist, I can make sure you won't find a job anywhere in Bahr".

The clear warning is enough to shut all of the cook's complaints down; and he turns around to send a hatefull glance to the three clones as if they have been the ones to dig his way out.

"Leave" you almost hiss then, years of trained patience coming to an end.

The man nods tersely, huffs, and walks away.

You breathe a sigh of relief when you're left alone in the kitchen with the other three boys. Their posture relax too; inmediately aproaching each other and mutually making sure they are all safe and good. The need extends to you.

"Are you alright?" You ask them, slowly aproaching them.

Fives and Echo look at you. Rex, for some reason, keeps staring at the floor.

"Yeah" Echo eventually answers. "Thank you for the save, princess. It was a kind gesture of you".

To your surprise, Fives steps forward and envelops you in a big, sudden hug.

"It was awesome! Did you see his face?" He laughs, and you chuckle as he releases you and takes a step back.

"It looked like his head was going to explode from holding all his anger back" you confirm with a tiny smile.

Your eyes travel back to Rex; who is still painfully silent, expresion closed off as if he were thinking of something deeply emotional and delicate.

"Hey" you carefully squeeze his shoulder and he breaks off of his trance, golden eyes locking on yours. "Are you okay?"

His eyes flicker over your face. He nods without saying a thing.

Your hand moves up and your fingertips carefully graze the skin of his redenned cheek. They won't be hurt like that ever again.

"You should get that checked by the doctor" you advise gently, lowering your traitorous hand to it's rightfull place. "Some marks have managed to break the skin and they might scar if you don't tend to them".

His golden eyes continue staring at you; creating a mess of contradicting and confusing emotions and thoughts you're too young to descipher yet.

"I will" Rex finally says.

When you leave the kitchen two minutes later, you murmur a soft and quiet "keep an eye on him" to Fives. The clone nods and grins.

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It has been a long day for Rex and his brothers. Their working conditions are vastly different from those of two years ago; from when the princess had faced off the main palace cook and sent the monster away. When she had protected them. The memory is still vivid and clear in Rex's memory. She had been so small, so young; and yet her voice had held such a fierce authority. She clearly cared for them; and in a world where clones –where he– meant nothing, that had touched Rex's heart.

Not having a dickhead for a boss doesn't make the hours and hours of baking any less demanding, though; and Rex can feel the ache on his muscles begging for a rest. He's on his way to the servant's floor when he hears music floating down the stairs; it's such a beautiful melody that the curious clone is already following it with quiet steps. He recognises the sound of the clarinas; small air instruments native from Bahr. But there's someone singing as well; and Rex's instincts are pushing him towards it, for some misterious reason he has no time –or desire– to analise.

He comes to a stop in front of the music salon; and takes a quiet peak inside to scan the room. At first, his eyes widen in surprise; then, he's left staring enthraced, hipnotized. He didn't know she could sing like that. The princess's voice is sweet and delicate; her range gently dancing over the notes in a peaceful melody. The song has a hint of melancholy; like a bird who sees the beauty of the outside world and feels awed and warmed by it, but can't quite hold enough strength on his wings to fly in it.

Rex golden eyes are absort on her face for the few minutes he stays listening; until a maid passing by the corridor softly reprimands him and he flushes in silence, straigthening back up guiltily.

"Don't just stand there all day, young boy. Go on" the woman tuts with a knowing smile on her face, and Rex fights down his blush and walks away.

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When you almost run into Rex in one of your late afternoon walks through the gardens, you can't help but gasp and stare at him in surprise. And not just because of the unexpected, clumsy encounter; but because of how different he looks. His growth has sprinted in this last four years. While you're looking your age –fourteen, now–, Rex –his brothers too– appear to be seventeen or so; the physical signs and changes of their teenage years dissapearing in a blink and quickly transitioning into his current appearence. He's tall, really tall now; slightly towering above you when you had once been of the same height. His facial features have changed too; shaped into firm, sharp lines. Gone is the kid Rex once was; he's certainly turning into a young man.

"Your majesty" he gives you a small courtsey and you smile at him with warmth. No matter how many little interactions you've both had over the years, Rex has never dropped certain formalities around you. It's endearing, really. "Enjoying a bit of fresh air before dinner is served?"

You nod without dropping your smile.

"Yes, indeed. The gardens are beautiful this time of the year, and a break from the noise of the palace is always welcomed" you pause and study him briefly. "Would you like to join me?"

Surprise fills his expresion; an sort of timid hesitance following.

"If you're sure, princess. I wouldn't want to disturb your moment of peace...".

You chuckle and tilt your head in a carefree grin.

"I wouldn't have offered if I found your presence disturbing, Rex" you tease him in good humour, gently linking your hand around his arm and tugging forward carefully. "It will be a short stroll, don't worry".

He doesn't say a thing. His golden eyes travel down to your hand anchored on his –surprisingly defined– bycep; then back to your face. It almost looks like he's thinking what the kriff you're doing with him. Ah, you suppose this tiptoes the line of being a royal, taking a walk with a –male– servant; but you can't help yourself. You enjoy his presence; always have, and right now a relaxing stroll between friends sounds nice.

Trying not to dwell on the fact that your bodies are touching –and the tingling sensation derived from it– you fill the –perhaps initially akward– silence with curiosities and stories about the plants you pass by; wether it's just their medical use or a particularity of a flower, or some other tradition that is rumoured in Bahr. He listens attentively, quietly; only intervening here and there. It's only after a while when you grow self-conscious; realising you're perhaps talking a bit too much.

"Forgive me" you smile guiltily, hand dropping from where you had been pointing at the petals of yet another flower. "You probably don't find all of this rants about flora interesting. You might not even like flowers for all I know..."

To your honest surprise, Rex carefully tugs said hand forward and holds it in his, gently squeezing.

"I do" he replies calmly, soothing your worries, voice deeper than it had been just a year ago. He glances at the green jade flowers and back at you. "It's the colour of your eyes, princess".

It's such an unexpected comment –and more so coming from him– that you can't control the flustered blush that inmediatelly spreads through your cheeks and down your neck. You shyly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with your other hand; warmth spreading from where you hold him with the other one –as if some sort of energy were flowing between the two of you–.

Rex doesn't retract his comment; temptitavely caressing the dorso of your hand with his thumb, and a peacefull, almost pensive expresion on his face. You fall equally enthraced by him; gaze lost in the tenderness of his warm, golden eyes, on this new feeling sparkling between the two of you.

You had just started to see boys in another way; and Rex... Rex is beautiful. The sunset does wonders on his bronze skin, brings the gold out of his gentle brown eyes, he is undeniably handsome and his physicall appearence has nothing to envy the...

"Princess! Your majesty!" the urgent voice of your maid breaks the moment rather abruptly, tearing you out of your trance cruelly. "The King and Queen have been waiting for you in the Grand Comedor for almost ten minutes now!"

The woman continues to rant from far away, and you turn to look back at Rex with an amused chuckle –cheeks still redenned and already missing the warmth of his hand in yours–.

"I shall better go before they send a flock of angry maids to find me" you joke, still a hint of shyness on your voice and face.

Rex nods and takes a polite step back. You ignore how much your heart complains about that.

"Of course" he agrees, eyes still fixed on yours. "Have a good night, princess".

Your smile is as soft as melting butter.

"You as well, Rex".

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The next day, upon numerous innapropiate whispers of maids and servants all around the palace that reaches the rulers ears, three clones are sent away to be trained in Bahrs army. When a week later the princess's personal maids finally ask the royal sucessor the reason for her late melancholy, she brushes it aside and conjures an empty smile. She's a bird; but she has no wings.

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Seven years later, life has not changed much. At least for you. At 21, you have more responsabilities as the Crown's succesor, and take a participant role in Bahr's important decisions; but that aside, life around you moves like it always has. Slow and boring; though comfortable and coveted. Diplomatic travels have become part of your favorite rutine At least that way you're able to explore Bahr's diverse cities, though you're not completely free to roam around as you'd like, but tied to long dinners and debates.

Your father has subtly questioned you about wether if you feel connected to any of Bahr's important houses heirs. Your answer has always been short and clipped. It's not that you hate all of them; some are not pretentious and fairly good company –hadsome, even–, but none make your heart skip a bit. You'll settle for someone eventually; but for now, you'll still hold onto the hope that someone who can will appear.

You're lost in thoughts when the sound of someone arriving at the Lake of the Soulmates –you had taken to visit it sort of regularly lately– pulls you out of your mind. You glance back at the new comer; a gasp inmediately abandoning your lips, face shifting with shock and surprise.

"R-rex?"

You stand up from the blanket you've placed on the grass, carefully making your way towards him. He looks just as shocked; stunned. It has been seven years since you last saw each other. He's so... He's a man, now. His eyes, though... His golden eyes hold the same gentleness.

"Princess..." he takes two slow steps towards you as well –until you're both standing in front of each other, your chin tilting up so you can see his face–. "Long time no see".

You shoot him a fond smile.

"Yes" your eyes flicker over every inch of his face. His brow is more pronounced, his jaw sharper. His lips... pouty. "You've changed".

Age has done nothing but make him look more atractive. The white and blue armour he's currently wearing –clinging to his strong muscles– only make the picture prettier.

"You as well, princess. You look..." he stops himself, cheeks tinged in red.

You can feel your heart trying to beat it's way out of your chest. You're nervous, but excited; you encourage him to finish the sentence with bright eyes and a tempting smile.

"I look?"

At first, Rex seems to hesitate; then, the soldier squares his shoulders and fixes his eyes on yours.

"You look more beautiful than ever, princess".

He tells you this tenderly but firmly; like there's no option to disagree, like it's an universal truth. The quiet passion swirling in his golden eyes makes your heart clench; tugging the corner of your lips into a radiant smile.

You close the small distance between each other with another tiny step; your body almost grazing his.

Years and years of lessons on politeness and decency, on how a royal should behave, sprints through your mind; though they are quickly shut down in favor of the fire that burns bright in your heart. Rex... Rex makes your heart skip a bit. Perhaps he always has –even when in your young age you couldn't see it as clearly as now–.

"You do too, Rex" you whisper fervently, looking up at him. "Beautiful".

Rex releases a deep breath; almost as if he had been afraid of you reacting badly to his compliment. He closes the eyes for a few seconds; as if saving the moment in his memory.

You gather your courage and swallow your own insecurities down; temptitavely caressing his hand with the very tip of your fingers –a sort of cautious invitation to do more about it–.

Rex opens his eyes and glances at you in surprise.

"Is this... okay?" you ask him timidly, hand almost trembling with your nervousness.

Rex looks to be lost in your eyes; he barely reacts, not moving a single inch.

"Y-yes, yes. If you want to, princess..."

The carefull caress turns into proper holding hands. You smile at how right such a simple thing feels.

"Will you ever call me by my name?" You tease him in good humour, a little amused chuckle escaping your lips.

Rex's eyes travel around as if you have put him in a four way crossroad.

"I shouldn't..."

Perhaps years and years of lessons on how not to behave around and with royals are flickering through his mind too.

The fire inside of you burns stronger. You end the distance between your bodies, softly anchoring yourself to him and gently wrapping your hands around his shoulders. He freezes, eyes fixed on your face, now so close to his.

"But I want you too" you reply, fervently.

Rex swallows; and you can almost feel his throat move.

"It might take some time for me to get used to it. But I can try... meshla".

You release all your tension and nervousness with a long, happy sigh; closing your eyes and pressing your forehead against his plated chest, breathing the warmth feeling he provoques in you in. Rex hands tentatively takes place in your back and caresses you gently. His tension deflates as well in the tender embrace.

Splashing water sounds force you to break apart; you both glance at the lake, but upon finding everything as usual, quickly return to search into each other's gaze. You already miss his arms around you –yours around him–; though there's still minimum space between you.

"How have you been all this time, Rex?" You ask him fondly. "You've been working for the army, have you not?"

"Just got promoted to Captain, yes" he confirms, and your eyes fly down to quickly study the pauldron on his shoulder and his blue kama, armour touches and upgrades you know well. "It has been..."

He hesitates, and you encourage him to continue with a soft smile.

"Go on. You can be frank with me".

Rex sighs and confesses.

"It's better than staying in the palace all day, every day. It makes me feel more usefull, valuable. I'm protecting people. Doing good things" he takes a breath in and quietly admits, a troubled expresion on his face. "It's not an easy task, though. I've seen... Men and woman die, lost friends. I never realised just how many brothers I had in Bahr until I started to feel like I was losing them".

His words and emotions are so honest and raw it brings tears to your eyes; though you don't allow a single one to fall.

You hold his hands in yours.

"I'm sorry, Rex. That Fives, Echo and you all felt trapped in the palace and then forced to walk away. Every native servant has decided to be there; but you clones never had the oportunity to choose. I'm sorry you've lost family as well. I hope one day you'd be able to forgive me, Rex..."

He shows you a fond smile and gentle squeezes your hand with one hand; the other coming up to cup your face.

"It's not like you had any say in our creation, meshla, or what we came to be. You were just a child as well. And honestly, the King treats us much better than other clones in other parts of the galaxy. I'm happy with where I am now; Fives and Echo as well".

"How are they, Echo and Fives?" You curiously ask him, wanting to know about the other two boys –now men– as well.

Rex smile can only be defined as proud.

"They're doing well. Both got promoted to ARC's at the same time, which is why we're all in the Capital now. There's going to be a small ceremony in the palace for all new ARC's, Commanders and Captains".

You blink in surprise.

"Oh, I wasn't aware of this".

Rex shrugs.

"I don't believe the royal family attends this" he explains "just some other high ranks from the army and the war council. It's a small thing".

You tilt up your chin and make up a quick decision.

"It's a big thing for you. I'll be there"

"You don't have to, prin... meshla..."

You smile and squeeze his hand.

"I know. I'll still try".

Rex nods, innerly touched and gratefull; and you're both left in silence for a few seconds, studying each other's hands and eyes.

"I thought of doing this a lot when we were kids" you confess, voice quiet.

Rex shoots you a surprised look.

"Holding hands?" He asks, a timid expresion on his face too.

"Among other things" you admit with a blush.

Rex is shocked by your confession; but his eyes only fill with tenderness and warmth.

"Why didn't you?"

You shrug.

"I was reprimanded a lot, told to not interact with the three of you. I was also afraid of you only accepting because you'd be afraid to say no and... And I was shy and just a child. I didn't truly understand what I was feeling and what to do about it" you glance to the say and chuckle, cheeks painted in an embarassed red. "You were my first boy crush".

Rex can't believe at first the words that are coming out of your mouth. But he sees the honesty in your eyes, the vulnerability, the tenderness and the desire; and he knows it's the beautiful truth.

He smiles and caresses your cheek with his thumb. He decides to confess as well.

"I would have accepted anything from you, princess, and not out of obligation".

Warmth spreads inside of you; this time the title sounding more of a sweet, personal pet name on his lips than a polite status reference.

Rex decides to risk it all. His other hand also travels up to cup your face in his palms; softly tilting it up towards him so he can study and caress every inch of your skin with his golden eyes.

"And now, meshla? Now that we aren't kids?"

"I..." you want him. You love him. He's the one. "I want the same things".

Rex's relieved breath flickers over your face; and barely a second later, he dips down to catch your lips in a tender, heartfelt kiss. You make a small, pleased sound in your throat and surrender to him; body melting in his embrace and kissing him back with the same softness and hunger, both mixed into perfect bliss.

When you're forced to breathe, Rex rests his forehead against you in what you know is a Keldabe kiss; taking each other in.

"I've told myself a million times iver the years that this couldn't be. That you were just a dream, an illusion I would never reach".

Your heart aches. Perhaps true, honest love is just like that; so raw and powerfull it heals as much as it aches.

You nuzzle your nose against his and answer him softly.

"I know there's responsabilities to both and that we'll face more than one public judgement. We will need to be carefull. But I've always felt curious about you, Rex. We're both older now. Perhaps things won't work out, and that's okay; but I feel very strongly towards you and I'd like to have the chance to see where this goes now".

Rex smiles and pecks your lips again. Oh, you'll soon grow addicted to it.

"Like I said, princess, I'll take whatever you're willing to give" he grins, and you're so happy you can't help but laugh against his lips.

There's a louder splash coming from the water again; and this time, a quick, initially uninterested glance turns to be an overwhelming shock. You both watch, stunned, how two blue water dragons repetitively jump up and down the surface of the lake, clearly playing with each other and having fun, oblivious to the two of you.

You stare at Rex in shock.

"Are those... Did we... Are we..." you can't seem to form the words, too overwhelmed and nervous about the possible implications of this.

Rex stares back at the small creatures.

"If we were... We should be able to call them towards us, right?" He cautiously asks.

You nod, heart pounding. The two water dragons stop playing and hover over the surface of the lake, as if suddenly realising they were being watched and looking back at you curiously.

You take a deep, centering breath and close your eyes; focusing on trying to conect with any of them. To tug at some sort of invisible connection.

You gasp at the feeling of something wet and slippery pressing against the skin of your neck; opening your eyes in wonder, staring at the almost magical female water dragon that is nuzzling against you and chirping happily.

"T-try it" you tell Rex, hands shaking to caress the legendary creature, the animal playfully nipping at your fingertips.

Rex imitates you; closing his eyes and trying to find his own connection with the other water dragon. He frowns, and nothing happens at first; but then, the creature –darker in colour but with also more white streaks in it's tail– shyly aproaches him and spins around his forearm, then moving to hover in front of him.

Rex looks at his dragon in awe and then turns towards you.

"We're soulmates" he voices, love and wonder shining in his golden eyes.

You smile and close the distance to kiss him.

"I guess that explains why I have always felt drawn to you. Yes, we are".

Rex swallows your happy chuckles and you smile against his lips. The two water dragons play around your entwinned shape, chirping happily.

THE END.

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Author note:

I love Rex so much godddddd...

Ps. With this one we only have one more prompt left for the 100blueceleb. It's a short story of a demon!echo / angel!ofc ; I have already planned it through and am in the process of writing it. It's gonna be a blast, mark my words! I'm so excited to share it with y'all. Stay tunned!

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My thoughts about Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison by Michel Foucault, Part 1 - Chapter 1

red is for key concepts, green is for parts im confused abt, purple is for stuff that isnt in the book but i correlated

it starts by contrasting two really different punishment styles: a dismemberment and a prisons routine

Punishment Economy spread in Europe and US (late 18th century/early 19th century)

scandals

reforms

new law and crime theories

new moral and political justifications of the right to punish

old ordinances abolished

habits supressed

modern codes <- new era of criminal justice

body as the target of repression disappeared -> this process was brushed off as humanization

less directly physical punishment

Supression of the Punitive Spectacle - understanding of the punishment rite as equally or more cruel than the crime itself, approaching the spectator to a violence they desired to be far from, inverting the roles and turning the judge into an assasin and the condemned into a victim

punishment as a cruel reality -> punishment as an omnipotent force

death and pain caused by the Justice is an intrinsic consequence which it (the Justice itself) is ashamed to impose; so it watches from the distance, encharging others of this burden and mechanizing the punishment execution - the Justice system as a religious system

Theoric Negation - no judge will ever say the objective of a sentence is to punish, but rather to reeducate

end of the public torture -> Extinction of the Mastery over the Body; not touching the body, or touching the bare minimum, in order to shake someting that isnt the body; the body becomes an intermediary to deprive the individual from their liberty

the executioner was replaced by guards, doctors, teachers etc who guarantee the justice system isnt aiming to cause pain - they use ways of annulating the pain, ex. annesthesiating somebody condemned to death

double process: Supression of the Spectacle/Annulation of the Pain

equalization of the punishment to every condemned: the death penalty would only occur by decapitation, by the gallows <- start of the punishment system mechanization and reduction in the contact between the executioner and the condemneds body

The Death Industry and Hannah Arendt"s Banality of Evil

the condemned should wear a veil when being decapitated - a crime without a face. you cant develop empathy when you dont see whos suffering

The Era of the Punitive Sobriety

The French Revolution turned the gallows into a spectacle again - the governmemt had to take action to contain this popularization

liberty deprivation as a penalty has never really worked without some mastery over the body as a complement - innevitable consequences of the prison? should the criminals suffer more? what would be an intangible punishment?

Relaxation of criminal severity (goal change)

"May the punishment, if i say so, hurt more the soul than the body" - MABLY, G. de, 1789

division between the allowed and the forbidden

by judging a crime, the problems that led to the crime are also being judged -> "second hand" villanification of defects and differences, of the "shadows" -> the criminals whole history is brought up during a judgement, being a decisive factor for their sentence, not for explaining a fact, but for qualifying an individual -> these "shadows" are punished in order to change the individuals core and turn them into a docile member of society

the scientific field may back up a condemnation by showing the individuals biological inadequacies, thus providing the judge with a reason to punish not the infraction, but rather the infractor for being who they are, the infractors soul

the evolution of the criminal procedure:

"what was the crime?" -> "what does this crime mean? how should we classify it?"

"who is the criminal?" -> "how was the criminal made? where, inside his soul, is the crimes origin?"

"whats the laid down punishment?" -> "how can we correct them? how can we make sure theyll get better?"

The Question of the Madness in the Justice System

1810 french code: "theres no crime if the infractor was in a dementia status" <- many judges misinterprted the code, treating madness as a mitigating factor, not as an annulating factor

1832 french code: any crime includes, as a legitimate causative factor and as right to use, the possibility of madness <- implies an appreciation for normality and the sentence gives a precription for a possible normalization

the judgement process is divided, shared between many people - psychiatrics, teachers, cops share the right to punish

judges dont judge crimes

judges do something other than judge

the right to jugde isnt exclusive to the judge

the judgemet doesnt involve only legal aspects -> the figure of the judge isnt only the one who punishes

Punishment and Social Structures by Rusche and Kirchheimer

political economy of the body -> punitive systems adapt to them

the history of the body: how do historical events interfere in the biological basis of existence? - political investment in the body to use it in the economy as a production force in a submission system. the body is useful only if it's productive and submissive at the same time. this submission may be established through ideology, but also through direct action, which is not necessarily violent - power microphysics

power isn't a propriety, but a strategy - it's a web of dynamic relations. poqer isn't a privilege of the dominant class, but their strategic positions which are reproduced by the dominated ones. this power infiltrates between the dominated and these, even fighting against this power, sustain it. profound, multipolar relations of power. the fall of these micropowers doesnt obey the law of all or nothing, they aret extinguished because of the fall of an institution, and no significant episode happens without the effects induced by them.

power produces knowledge and knowledge produces power - Political Anatomy: study of the materials and techniques that sustain the power relations

the king had a double body: mortal and immortal; but the condemned has no body, only a soul - the "soul" is where the power effects are, its thetool used to control and punish through a complex system. the men thats invited to free is in itself an effect of a profound submission.

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

This may be a pretty unoriginal request but how about a one-shot where the Reader is a nurse or Loomi's helper and they're encharged of Michael's care? (Michael who slowly begins to fall in love with them)

You can use eather Werewolf or Trans Myers to make it a bit more interesting.

You can write it if you want, and take all the time you need! I adore your writing and don't want to rush things <3

Hmmmm. For this one, I'll do Trans Michael. Cause I noticed that I wrote a lot for Werewolf Michael, and Trans Michael isn't getting any love.

Paper Flowers

Part 2 here

Trigger warnings: Transphobia, verbal and physical abuse (Transphobes are the worst. Live your life as you want it to be. ❤️)

You started working at Smith's Grove long after graduating from Nursing School, being with the other nurses, and hoping to help those who are in there. One patient who is the well-known one is Michael Myers, formally Michelle Myers he started transition when you came to Smith's Grove.

Michael came to Smith's Grove at the age of 6 when he murdered his sister out of nowhere. Dr.Loomis being his doctor for the past 14 years. Keeping him locked up cause in his eyes, he's pure evil. To you, he looked like a wandering soul, waiting for something to happen.

The first time you met him, he was lying in his bed with his back to you for a check-in and medication taking. "Michael?" You said. He moved a bit in his covers with a groan. "Come on, sleeply head, you can't be in bed all day." You said, giving him a slight shaking of his shoulder. He opened his eyes and looked at you, tired hazel eyes staring into yours. "You looked like you had a rough night." You said to him as he sat up in bed. "Something keeping you up?" You asked as you handed him his medication and a cup of water for him. "Noise kept waking me." He said groggy voice. "Light Sleeper?" You asked. He took his pill and sipped the water after. "Yes.." He replied, giving you the cup back. "Hm." You said. "I'll try getting you something that will help with you to sleep." You told him as you started the checking of anything that might be out of place.

"How is he doing?" "He's tried. He told me that noise keeps him up." You said to Dr. Loomis, when you were walking with him outside with other patients, getting some sun and doing some therapeutic activities. "He's a light sleeper, from looking at the bags under his eyes. He may need something to help him with sleeping." You said, looking at his doctor as he wrote something down. "What's that?" You asked. "Paperwork for Michael's next surgery." Loomis said as stop to look at you. "Oh, he's getting a tumor removed?" You asked him. "No, She's getting her cunt turned into a cock." Said another Nurse who walked by. "I'm sorry?" "Nurse Janet, you shouldn't be saying that about my patient." Loomis said towards the Nurse who walked by. Nurse Janet was an older woman in her late 40's and more of a person who doesn't treat people kindly like Michael. "Oh, the new member doesn't know? Michael myers was Michelle myers before you came here. She gotten what made her a woman cut off, and now she is." "Enough Miss Janet! " Dr Loomis cut her off before she could say anything else. "I think He is comfortable as what He wants to be." You said to the scrunched up face of Nurse Janet.

"Well then, Miss Y/N. Dr. Loomis." Nurse Janet said, walking off to some place else. "What's her problem?" You asked Dr Loomis. "Oh, she doesn't like anything that new or different." He replied to you as he started to walk again. "The day Michael came out to the whole staff in the wreck room, she became a bit hard on him." He said as he finished up with the paperwork. "Some of the staff here are supportive of him, but some like Nurse Janet, not so much. Sometimes, I slip up and say his old name by accident." He said.

You went back to Michael's room the day he had his bottom surgery. He was so groggy from the anesthesia he was put under. Michael liked the fact you came by each day for a chat. He liked to listen to you when you came by for a quick visit.

He started to feel something growing in his chest when he see you. He wanted to give you something.

Michael went to the arts and crafts room where he likes to go for some peace and to think. Grabbing some crafting paper and glue, he started to create some with the materials.

You came to Michael's room for his daily medication for the day. "Good morning, Sweet boy." You said as you walked in. He was at his desk when you walked in. "You're up than usual, Michael." You said as you got to his desk. He was working on something in a book, a tree that looked like old and giant. "Oh, that's pretty." You said seeing his work. He blushed a bit from the complement of his fantasy tree. "Thanks." He said softly, taking a break to take his medication. "What else do draw?" You asked Michael as he took a sip of his water. "Just, Calming things." He replied as he handed the cup back to you.

"I see, You draw really well. I hope to see more of your art." You replied as you started to walk out. "Wait." Said Michael as he went to grab something in his pocket. "I want you to have this." He said, handing you a paper flower. You saw in awe of the gift. "For me?" You asked him. He shook his head in reply, you took the gift. "Thank you." You said to him as he smiled a small smile to you. You walked out of his room as he went back to his drawing.

You kept the little gift that Michael made. You put it in an old jar to hold the paper flower.

Michael grabbed some more craft paper from the arts and crafts room to create more paper flowers for you. He carefully cut each piece of paper and glued them into the petals of a flower. He worked till exhaustion got to him, and he worked late into the night. He made a lot of those paper flowers, daisies, lilies, and roses. Little gifts for you, the sweet nurse, to treat him kindly and make his life a little brighter.

Each time you came over to him for a little chat about what he's been doing, he always gifted you a paper flower. To you, they're little gifts from him and kept them. To him, it's his way of saying I like you.

You came by to Michael's room for another of your quick visits. You chatted with him about his day so far and what he was drawing this time. "I like these little chats." He said to you as you looked at his drawings. "Well, you mostly do the chatting, and I listen." Michael said as he tugged at his pant leg nervously. "I do too." You replied. "Out of every patient in here, you are the most lonely person in here." You said, looking at your hands. "Someone who's just needs someone to talk to." You said, looking back to him. He looked into your eyes, his hazel eyes looking like a gem gleaming in the light. He inched his hand toward yours, and with hesitation, he wrapped his pinky around yours.

You let his hand clasped yours, and he held your hand for the first time. "Your hand is so soft." Michael said as he brought it up to his face. Thinking he was about to kiss your hand, only for him to cress his cheek with your hand. "I like you, Y/N." He said. You were taken a back by his words. "Michael, I." Before you could say anything to him, you heard the door open as Nurse Janet came into the room. Both of you bolted up from your seats. "Miss Y/N, you should be working instead of stacking off." Nurse Janet said to you. "I had some spare time, I wanted to see him and chat with him." You replied to her. "Well, how is it that the other patients are going to get their medicine?" She asked as she walked towards you. "A nurse on stand by." You replied. "Corret, now get back to your station till your shift is over." Nurse Janet ordered, pointing to the door. You obeyed and went out of Michael's room. She turned to look at the angered Man. "I remember when you came here, just a mute little girl, now here you are, a now 20 year old man. I never liked you, you troon. Do you know what we used to do to people like you? Electro shock to get the ideas of being another gender out of you sock heads. Dr Loomis may be right on some things about Michelle, but being a Man isn't one of them." She to Michael looking at him with a scrunched up nose and frower brows. Michael went to say something to her of calling him by his dead name, only to be slapped by her. "Do Not Talk about to Me, especially in that tone." She said with a rise in her voice.

Michael tried not to cry from the slap. Nurse Janet was always abused her position, and he was one who gets the worst of her cause of what he did and what he wasn't born as. "Now then, we both know that you are a woman desigusing as a Man." She said to Michael, holding back his tears and his rage inside towards her. "I was Meant to be a Man." Michael replied with anger in his tone. Before Nurse Janet could do anything else, the door opened as another nurse heard what was going on. "Nurse Janet, what are you doing?" They asked. "I was giving him a sturn talking to Mary." Nurse Janet said as she walked past her and backed to her duties. Nurse Mary noticed that Michael started to cry after Nurse Janet left the room. She went over to him to comfort him, Mary knew about Janet's verbal and physical abuse she gave to patients. "It's ok, Michael, it's ok." Nurse Mary said as she hugged him and rubbed his back. She always does this to any patients in Smith's Grove who were upset and needed a hug. Mary noticed the red mark on his cheek from where Janet slapped him. "Did she do this to you?" She asked. Michael nodded, Mary took him to his bathroom to put a cold towel there.

"Michael, you have a kind heart under your so-called evil soul." Nurse Mary said as she placed the cold towel on his red cheek. "I've been noticing you were gifting Y/N flowers made out of paper when you both finished chatting in the wreck room." She said to Michael's Head tilt. "I like her." He replied as he held the cold towel in place. "Oh?" Mary replied. "She was going to say something, until that Bitch walked in on us." Michael said. Nurse Mary calmed Michael down before he hurt himself. "Michael." Mary said. Michael looked in her direction. "You want me to see if she likes you back?" Mary asked with a smile. "You'll do that?" He asked. "Of course I would." Nurse Mary said.

Later on, you were looking at the clock, noticing that your shift was almost over for the day. "Nurse Y/N, can I talk to you for a sec?" Nurse Mary said. "Yeah, what is it?" You asked her. "I heard you were talking to Michael again today." Mary said. "Yeah, I was. I'm not in trouble, am I?" You asked. "Oh no, I think Mikey needed someone to talk to. I was told that he likes you." She mentioned. "Oh. Oh yeah, I was going to say something, but Nurse Janet came in the room before I could reply." You said as you looked at your time sheet. "Well." Mary asked. "Well, what?"You asked. "Do you like him?" Mary replied. You pursed your lips when you thought of your answer.

"I do." You replied as you started to walk to your locker to head home.

Michael learned of your like for him that night. He was so happy form that, he wanted to make more paper flowers for you tomorrow. But you called in sick, woke up with nausea early in the morning, and have been throwing up. You must have eaten something that caused that, Michael was upset that you wouldn't come by for chats till you got better. So he started to work on something to give you when you're all better.

He cut paper carefully into different types of petals and gluing them together to become flowers. He created them through the day until he created enough to his liking.

When you came back to work, Michael came to you in the wreck room to give you his bouquet of paper flowers he made just for you. "I missed you." Michael said with a smile on his face.

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Idk about y'alll but I want go make a part 2 of this story. This is the farthest I could go before I hit the writers block wall.

[grinfodoro-reblogs-corral]

OH YEAH AHEM NEW OCS I TOTALLY DIDN'T FORGET TO POST ahem

So!! These are my version of the Dinghy Droppers!! Or better: the *pilots* of the Dinghy Dropper. They go by the title of Lieutenant and help Propeller Knight when it comes to manage and lead the crew and pilot the Flying Machine. [Ref without/with armour]

They are all characters I've mentioned in "Thorns and Vines on the Wind", even though I got to make a proper ref only recently. A few notes worth to put here whether are/will be stated in the fanfic:

Each of them is the leader of one of the crew's main legions: Pilots, Hoverhafts and bombardiers. [The Goldonomes do their own thing btw, similarly to the other members of the crew encharged/focused on other duties such as the mechanicians/engineers and so on]

They respond to Propeller Knight, the Captain, and each may have up two or more second-in-command uo to their choice, the Sergeants, for better management. The Captain is the one validating ultimately the rank ups btw.

I have more notes about them but don't wanna spoil the fanfic that I'll hopefully soon get to work on again. But as the story goes I'll add those tho for future ref. Anyway have a bunch of doodles done over the time:

They are all close friends with Propeller Knight, especially Simon who has been by his side since way before they even dreamt to fly up on their own airship: one, the troublemaker son of a rich merchant and the other his close friend and guard that would pull him out said troubles.

[pumpumdemsugah]

Rn I hate my siblings but when we all got along really well because my mum would pair us off and put any older sibling encharge of the younger one when we cross the road together the older siblings still put out their hand or grabs ours and we ( younger siblings ) hold their hands or don't do anything

It's an automatic response

We'll cross the road staring at each other

My mum does the same for all of us and I'll do it her

It's funnier when strangers around us see what we did and all of us start laughing ( we look deeply related so ) . Babe we can't help. Mentally I have to stop myself holding my friends hands when crossing the road because the impulse is that strong

I look both ways and keep my hands in my pocket because one day I feel like I'm going to hold a stranger's hand, cross the road then run off after I realise what I've done

[patricida]

just had a weird dream and immediately noted it down here its a bit long

dreamed there was a sort of celestial palace where grace was delivered down into the world (in the form of light) via immense drape curtains that could be opened or closed. there were two windows, one left and one right, and each one had a name with a title informing what their function was (i forget what they were now). what matters is: the window to the left was bequeathed to mankind long ago, and remained almost fully opened, but was sometimes closed halfway. the window to the right remained in control of the heavens, and was tended by the celestial retainer (a woman sat in a small wodden bench who oversaw the entire palace. also maybe the only person who lived there at all?) and only had the most measly trickle of light pass through. I was some kind of soul encharged with going there assigned as a representative of mankind, and i went there every time i died (all premature deaths btw). "My" "objective" as i understood it was to remove the curtains of the window to the right and leave the divine light to bathe the world by deceiving the retainer. This somehow involved perusing every room in there for weird metaphysical foresight and then going back into the earth and changing history over generations to change the layout and appearance of the palace by minute degrees.

[demi-rxndxm-stxff]

Sketchbook encharge of planning the wedding

[may-y00]

The mind is the same, time and experiences have just been encharged with molding one's thoughts, beliefs, desires, feelings, and overall way of seeing things and overcoming them.

That is why they say...

"Do not judge the actions of the past with the wisdom of the present"

I can't even remember who phrased it as such, but it has been in my mind for a while. Countless times I've heard others and myself say "If I could go back I'd do this, I'd do that, I'd say this, I'd stop that".

But I have to remind myself that back then, I did not know the things that I do now, I can't judge myself for something I didn't know, something I was yet to learn.

When I think of it that way, blaming myself for the actions of the past is just cruel and unfair... I wouldn't do that to someone else, but why is it so difficult to not do it to oneself?

There's also this other point to consider; if you did something in the past, as much as you now regret it, think of it as a stupid decision or fill with rage at the thought of it, your past self, a human being with feelings, less knowledge and experiences than your present self did that for a reason:

Because in that context, with what you were feeling and knew, that decision seemed right, okay, viable, maybe the best one.

Think of this for a moment, ask yourself these questions; What did you feel in that moment? Who was implied? How much time did you have? Was there some sort of pressure? What was running through your mind.

And while answering those questions, don't think of what you could have come up with, what you could have realized, what you could have considered. Please remember what you did think of, what you did feel, and who did you think of, because those were the things that led you to that decision, what you thought best.

[buthappysoverrated]

at this point I'm literally thinking about what texts to my college tutor/ the guy who's encharge about my academic career to prove that if he doesn't allow a year I might not only tear his throat out but also every single person I've seened. die. I will die so you will

[libertariantaoist]

https://www.libertariantaoist.com/?p=9600

DAILY SELECTIONS FROM LAO-TZU’S TAO TE CHING — FEBRUARY 19, 2024

“Favor and disgrace come with a warning honor and disaster come with a body why do favor and disgrace come with a warning favor turns into disfavor gaining it comes with a warning losing it comes with a warning thus do favor and disgrace come with a warning and why do honor and disaster come with a body the reason we have disaster is because we have a body if we didn’t have a body we wouldn’t have disaster thus those who honor their body more than the world can be entrusted with the world those who cherish their body more than the world can be encharged with the world”

-Lao-tzu- (Taoteching, verse 13, translation by Red Pine)

WANG CHEN says, “People who are favored are honored. And because they are honored, they act proud. And because they act proud, they are hated. And because they are hated, they are disgraced. Hence, sages consider success as well as failure to be a warning.”

SU CH’E says, “The ancient sages worried about favor as much as disgrace, because they knew that favor is followed by disgrace. Other people think favor means to ascend and disgrace means to descend. But favor cannot be separated from disgrace. Disgrace results from favor.”

HO-SHANG KUNG says, “Those who gain favor or honor should worry about being too high, as if they were at the edge of a precipice. They should not flaunt their status or wealth. And those who lose favor and live in disgrace should worry more about disaster.”

LU NUNG-SHIH says, “Why does favor become disgrace and honor become disaster? Favor and honor are external things. They don’t belong to us. When we try to possess them, they turn into disgrace and disaster.”

SSU-MA KUANG says, “Normally a body means disaster. But if we honor and cherish it and follow the natural order in our dealings with others, and we don’t indulge our desires, we can avoid disaster.”

HUANG YUAN-CHI says, “We all possess something good and noble that we don’t have to seek outside ourselves, something that the glory of power or position cannot compare with. People need only start with this and cultivate this without letting up. The ancients said, “Two or three years of hardship, ten thousand years of bliss.”

WANG P’ANG says, “It isn’t a matter of having no body but of guarding the source of life. Only those who refuse to trade themselves for something external are fit to receive the kingdom.”

WANG PI says, “Those who are affected by favor and disgrace or honor and disaster are not fit to receive the kingdom.”

TSENG-TZU says, “The superior person can be entrusted with an orphan or encharged with a state and be unmoved by a crisis” (Lunyu: 8.6).

RED PINE adds, “The first two lines are clearly a quote, and the last four lines are also found in Chuangtzu; 11.2, where they are used to praise the ruler whose self-cultivation doesn’t leave him time to meddle in the lives of his subjects. They also appear in Huainantzu: 12, where they are used to praise the ruler who values the lives of his people more than the territory in which they live.”

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Malgré un habile déguisement G. Starke fut reconnu par un garagiste et aussitôt arrété," La Presse. June 19, 1933. Page 11 & 19. ---- Une carte trouvée sur lui a indiqué aux policiers le refuge de Dulude. -Starke raconte à un reporter comment il opéra son évasion en compagnie de son complice. --- George Starke et Philippe Duludes alias Dubois, Ies deux évadés de cellules de la Sureté municipale, repris dans la nuit de vendredi à samedi, ont comparu, samedi matin devant le juge Maurice Tétreau sous l'accusation de s'être évadés alors qu'ils étaient sous détention légale. Tous deux ont protesté de leur innocence. Leur enquête a été fixe au 21 du courant.

Ils subiront aussi leur enquête à la même date, sous des accusations de vols à main armée. En attendant, les deux prévenus sont gardés dans une des cellules de la prison commune. On se souvient que leur évasion a été la cause de la mise à la retraite du constable Johnson, un policier de 23 années de service.

Active chasse à l'homme La fuite des deux prévenus a été suivie d'une chasse à l'homme dont on a peu d'exemples dans les annales criminelles de la police. Les recherches étaient sous la direction personnelle de l'assistant-inspecteur Armand Brodeur qui, avec les membres de l'escounde des hold ups et de celle des homicides, n'a pris aucun repos, depuis le 4 juin, a lorsque les deux hommes ont réussi à tromper la surveillance du tourne-clefs Johnson.

Jour et nuit Il faudrait plus qu'un fait divers ordinaire de Journal pour donner même un court aperçu des courses faites dans tous les quartiers de la ville, le jour et la nuit, par les chercheurs d'hommes qui ont dû même se rendre dans différentes villes de la province et jusqu'au delà de in frontière américaine.

L'assistant-inspecteur Brodeur qui est rarement trompé par son flair de policier, n'a jamais douté que Starke serait repris dans l'est de la ville, dans les environs de la demeure de ses parents. Aussi avait-il demandé la coopération du capitaine Hébert, du porte No 3, ainsi que celle des officiers et des constables du même poste.

L'alarme fut donnée Vers 1 heure 30, samedi matin, le gérant d'une station de gazoline de l'est de la ville, téléphonait au poste No 3, disant qu'il avait cru reconnaitre Starke dans un auto qui était à faire son plein d'essence chez lui.

Le sergent Bujold qui reçut le mes- Sage, chargea les constables spéciaux Côté et David. de faire une enquête.

Ceux-ci se rendirent à la station précitée, mais déjà, Starke et le chauffeur de l'auto, étaient partis.

La radio à la rescousse Comme l'auto du poste No 3 était allé dans une autre direction, les deux constables s'adressèrent au service de la radio de la police et quelques instants plus tard, le sergent-détective Caumartin et le constable Benoit, encharge d'un auto-radio, venaient prêter main forte aux constables Côté et David qui montèrent dans le véhicule.

Après quelques minutes de recherches dans les rues voisines, la voiture de Starke fut aperçue et il s'ensuivit une vive course par les rues Montcalm, Ontario, S.-Christophe et S.-André. La voiture des policiers par- vint enfin à couper le chemin à l'autre véhicule qui stoppa près du trottoir.

George Starke descendit aussitôt de voiture et chercha son salut dans la fuite.

Tentative de fuite Les policiers ne furent pas lents le suivre, et à 400 ou 500 pieds de là, le constable spécial (440) Emile Da- vid, du poste de police no 3, lui mettait la main au collet, et le ramenait vers l'auto d'où il venait de fuir et où l'attendait un de ses frères qui agissait comme chauffeur. Comme ce dernier n'avait pas sa carte de permis on lui permit d'aller la cher- cher chez lui, à une courte distance. Pendante ce temps, Geo. Starke qui avait eu la précaution de se déguiser en portant de longs cheveux, une moustache ainsi que des lunettes de couleur, était positivement identifié par les agents spéciaux Côté et David, malgré ses dénégations. Il fut ensuite conduit au poste No 3 où il fut recu par le capitaine Hébert, le lieutenant Poirier et le sergent Bujold, en attendant la venue de l'assistant-inspecteur Armand Erodeur et des sergents-détectives Coulombe, Bourdon, Poirier et Dumais.

La retraite de Dulude Starke déclara d'abord aux policiers que c'était sa première sortie depuis son évasion des cellules de la Sûreté. Grâce à une carte trouvée dans l'un de ses goussets, la police apprit l'endroit où se cachait l'autre fugitif, Philippe Dulude, dans une conciergerie de la rue de la Montagne, au même endroit, dit-on, où, il y a quelques mois, toute une bande de voleurs à main armée avait été arrétée.

L'inspecteur Brodeur se rendit à l'adresse indiquée, accompagné des membres de l'escouade des hold-ups ainsi que de nombreux autres policiers, dans le but de cerner la place, pour rendre toute fuite impossible. L’escouade policière se composait de 26 agents.

M. Brodeur frappa à la porte de l'appartement indiqué, mais personne ne répondit.

Porte enfoncée et recherches La porte fut enfoncée, mais les policiers s'aperçurent que le fugitif était sorti par la fenêtre de la chambre de toilette. Ils le suivirent par le même chemin, et finalement, le découvrirent blotti sous un lit. Il n'opposa aucune résistance, lors de la capture.

A 3 h. 30, soit deux heures après l'arrestation de Starke, il prenait chemin des cellules de la Sûreté.

Les deux fugitifs admirent alors qu'ils s'étaient séparés peu de temps après leur fuite des cellules.

L'inspecteur Brodeur avait demande la coopération du public, et l'on peut voir, par le geste du gérant de la station de gazoline, qu'elle ne lui a pas fait défaut.

Starke parle Rencontrant Starke enchaine sous la garde de deux policiers, un reporter a pu échanger quelques mots avec le prisonnier:

"Quant à moi, je ne trouve pas d'objection à ces chaines, dit Starke, mais mon ami Dulude les trouve bien embarrassantes! (Après un rire). L'évasion? C'est bien facile. Je vous ai déjà dit comment Dulude et moi avions bouché le pêne de la serrure avec des bouts d'allumettes et de petits morceaux de papier. Après que nous fumes sortis de notre cellule, nous sommes partis tranquillement comme un constable qui sort du poste. Non, il n'y avait pas d'automobile qui nous attendait. Nous avons, tous les deux, enfilé la rue St- Louis, puis le tunnel Bonsecours. Après avoir longé le bord de l'eau, nous avons trouvé dans les cours de la gare Viger un wagon de fret ouvert. Nous nous y sommes cachés toute la nuit. A l'aurore, nous nous sommes séparés. Je ne sais ce que Dulude a fait. Quant à moi, je continuai à longer le fleuve, jusqu'au moment où je pris les champs. Après avoir marché longtemps, je croisa la route qui conduit à Québec. J'étais alors à 25 miles environ de Montréal. Oui, j'étais fatigué, car je n'avais pas déjeuné. A cet endroit, je découvris une petite maison où il n'y avait personne. J'y cherchât des vivres, et je trouvai un téléphone. J'appelai alors mon frère André, et il me dit qu’il viendrait me chercher. Une heure après, j'étais en route vers Montréal. Chaque soir, il me faisait prendre l'air dans sa voiture."

La directeur Dufresne, commentant le travail de ses agents, n'a eu ce matin que des félicitations à leur endroit. Depuis une quinzaine ils ont été sur la brèche jour et nuit, dit-il. Il peut se commettre des erreurs parfois à la Sûreté municipale, mais ce ne sont que des exceptions, dit-il, et quand la chose arrive elle est amplement rachetée.

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The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Best Solar Generator for Your Home

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The Benefits of Solar Generators

Solar generators offer a number of advantages over traditional generators. They are:

Cleaner and more environmentally friendly

Cheaper to run over time

Quieter in operation

Easier to transport and store

How Solar Generators Work

Solar generators convert sunlight into electricity using photovoltaic (PV) cells, which are made from materials such as silicon, cadmium telluride, and copper indium gallium selenide. When sunlight hits these cells, it creates a flow of electrons, which can be harnessed to power electrical devices.

What to Consider When Choosing a Solar Generator

There are several factors to consider when choosing a solar generator for your home:

Power Output: The power output of a solar generator is measured in watts and determines how many devices it can power. Look for a generator with a wattage output that meets your needs.

Battery Capacity: The battery capacity of a solar generator determines how long it can provide power. Look for a generator with a battery capacity that meets your needs.

Portability: If you plan to take your solar generator on the road, consider its size, weight, and ease of transport.

Charge Time: The charge time of a solar generator determines how long it takes to fully charge from sunlight. Look for a generator with a charge time that meets your needs.

Types of Solar Generators

There are two main types of solar generators: portable and standby.

Portable Solar Generators

Portable solar generators are designed for on-the-go power needs. They are lightweight, easy to transport, and can be used to power small devices such as smartphones, laptops, and lights.

Some popular portable solar generators include:

Goal Zero Yeti 400

Jackery Explorer 500

Anker Powerhouse 400

Standby Solar Generators

Standby solar generators, also known as stationary solar generators, are designed for use as backup power for your home. They are larger and more powerful than portable generators and can be connected to your home's electrical system to provide power during an outage.

Some popular standby solar generators include:

Generac Guardian Series

SunPower Equinox Home Battery

Enphase Encharge Storage System

Conclusion

Solar generators offer a clean, renewable, and cost-effective alternative to traditional generators. When choosing a solar generator for your home, be sure to consider factors such as power output, battery capacity, portability, and charge time. Whether you opt for a portable or standby generator, you can rest easy knowing that you are doing your part to reduce your carbon footprint.

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