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Fight or Let Go? The Toughest Love Question Answered on The T.E.G. Report

When do you fight for love, and when do you let go? In this episode of The T.E.G. Report, Teg and guest Maya Vibe dive into the heart of modern relationships. With personal stories, raw honesty, and two unique perspectives, we explore the messy truths about love—when it’s worth fighting for and when walking away is the best choice. 💬 Join the conversation: Have you ever faced this choice? Drop…

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paper rings

Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader

Word count: 10.2k words

Warnings: mild spoilers for the later books (this is set after TEG and they're all 18+), a LOT of mildly explicit innuendoes and sexual references, swearing

this is my Valentine's Day surprise that I've been talking about, so happy Valentine's Day to you all! <3

based on the Taylor Swift song of the same name

Anthony Lockwood masterlist

It was nearly 2 in the morning, and Y/n L/n was exhausted. 

She had been on a case for the last seven hours and everything hurt and ached - including places in her body she didn't even know she had - and she just wanted her bed and an incredibly large cup of tea. 

So why was she having to babysit three other agents who really should have been old enough to look after themselves?

Two of them seemed to be high on flare fumes, giggling about absolutely nothing and making weird sounds every few seconds. The third was smiling fondly at his friends and coworkers, but wasn't doing anything to stop them from getting closer and closer to the edge of their sanity. 

Y/n sighed for the millionth time in the last ten minutes, and the third agent (the one who wasn't as insane as the other two - she'd nicknamed him Beanpole) looked over from where he was leaning back against the DEPRAC van with his arms crossed. Somehow he looked effortlessly cool and relaxed, despite the plasma stains and dirt covering his entire body. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. 

“I'm fine, just want to go home and stop looking after three other agents.” 

“Ah, that’s fair. Wait, 'looking after’?”

“Yeah, Barnes told me to keep an eye on you three 'cause you were in trouble or something.” 

“Oh, we're not in trouble,” he grinned, and although she rolled her eyes she couldn't deny the way her heart skipped a beat at his smile. “Barnes just likes being dramatic. We didn't do anything.” Somehow she didn't believe him, but the sheer amount of charm that was pouring out of him was making her disregard any concerns she had about how truthful he was being. 

“So what is it that you aren't in trouble for then?” His grin only grew wider, and Y/n found herself smiling back. 

“Minor property damage. But in our defence our client didn't warn us about the malignant smoke that she'd seen creeping out of the basement or even the intense waves of nausea she felt when walking past her under stairs cupboard. So we really can't take any of the blame for completely decimating her bannisters and front hall. Plus, we're insured.”

“No you're not,” Barnes interrupted, joining the conversation and holding a manilla folder. “You didn't have your DEPRAC standardised iron chains, Lockwood. Not according to this report.” That made Beanpole (Lockwood? Although that didn't sound much like a name) stand up, uncrossing his arms as a frown decorated his pretty face. 

“What? But we did, I made sure after Mrs Hope's house.” Y/n didn't know what had happened at Mrs Hope's house, but from the way Barnes was frowning even more than usual and somehow looking even more unimpressed with Beanpole she figured she didn't want to know. “You can go in and check if you like, they're still in the hall.”

“Fine. L/n, you go in and check.” 

“What?” 

“Just check the chains are there, then come back. They managed to at least get rid of the ghosts.”

“Alright,” she grumbled, hoisting her belt up a little and trudging off in the direction of the building Barnes had pointed her to. She shouldn't even be here, since she was meant to have been at home around half an hour ago, but now she was making her way into some random woman's house to carry out a job that any random DEPRAC officer could have done (if what Barnes had said about the other agents removing the Visitors was true). She pushed open the door, glad for her gloves at the chill in the air, and scoffed when she immediately laid eyes on the thick iron chains that had been kicked to the side in the fight. Y/n picked them up, huffing under the added weight, and was about to turn and leave when her eyes caught on the state of the front hall. “What the actual fuck…” she whispered, then shook her head and closed the door behind her, choosing to ignore the mess inside. 

“Well?” Barnes demanded when she'd made her way back. She dropped the chains at his feet. 

“Yep. I don't know why I had to do that though, anyone could have looked.” She was being irritable, she knew, but she thought she was perfectly justified in feeling that way.

“Alright.” Barnes looked unhappy about the whole situation too, but that wasn't Y/n's fault. “Then just sign these papers and you three can go.” Beanpole was smiling smugly, and he nodded and took the papers that Barnes handed him. 

“Thank you, Inspector. Luce, George, here.” They were both still laughing at something only they knew about, clutching their sides as they took the sheets of paper that Beanpole handed them. 

“Can I go home too?” Y/n asked Barnes while the others signed the forms. 

“Yeah. Maybe catch a ride with these three, they're your way.”

“Fine.”

A few minutes later the four of them were piled into a taxi and heading off down the road in the direction of Marylebone. 

“So,” Beanpole started. The moon was shining bright on his face through the taxi window, making him look like a Visitor himself when combined with his already pale skin and the dark shadows under his eyes. He still looked effortlessly gorgeous though, and Y/n found herself wondering if he was single. “You're an agent then. Solo?”

“Oh, yeah. Never liked working for the big companies. They never really cared about the people, you know? Shit,” her eyes widened as she realised what she'd said. “Are you a company?”

“Yes, but don't worry. We have a grand total of four people at our agency. Sometimes five or six if we get extra help from others.”

“That's... very small. Is the fourth your supervisor?”

“No, our secretary actually. Holly doesn't much like being in the field anymore though, but that works out alright for us. She still gets paid a good amount.”

“So if you don't have a supervisor…”

“I'm the agency head,” he smiled, but now instead of appearing chipper and light, he looked tired and weighed down by the responsibility of running a company and looking after his coworkers. “Anthony Lockwood, Lockwood and Co.” 

“Y/n L/n, formerly of Fittes.” They shook hands awkwardly in the limited space they had in the back of the taxi. 

“And you left because they don't care about the people?”

“That's right. I always wanted to connect more, but I guess that's because of my Touch. Fittes were much more businesslike about it all, just going in and getting the job done and not caring about anything other than having another successful case under their belt. It just didn't sit right with me.”

“Well if you ever feel like working for a company again, you could always come and work with us,” Anthony Lockwood said. “I'm sure we could do with someone like you helping us out. Besides, we do care about the people; it's pretty much the only thing going for us other than our skill in the field.”

“First stop?” the driver called out, slowing the vehicle. 

“Oh, that's me,” Y/n stated, grabbing the door handle and getting out. “Thanks for letting me ride with you.” She moved to the boot of the taxi to take her kit bag and rapier, and was surprised when Anthony Lockwood followed her, helping her to balance all the bags inside and making sure that nothing fell out. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem. And I mean it, if you ever feel like joining us on a case then just come and find us.”

“That's... that's actually nice of you, thank you.” He nodded with a smile, then clambered back into the taxi (which looked difficult with how long and thin his limbs were). She stood on the pavement for a few moments, waiting for the taxi to start moving again and waving at the three agents left in the cab as they drove off down the road. 

As soon as she was inside her shared house, door firmly shut and locked and kettle boiling on the stove, she pulled up the chair at her desk and switched on her computer, typing in her password and logging in. Ten minutes later she had a mug of tea brewing on her desk while she furiously tapped at the keyboard for any information on Lockwood and Co, and was pleasantly surprised by what she found. There wasn't much, since she couldn't access a lot of the full reports of cases, but there was a decent number of newspaper articles that had been uploaded for her to read. One detailed the £60,000 fine that the company had been given for setting fire to a certain Mrs Hope's home a few years prior, and from the blurry black and white photo the blaze looked like it hadn't left much behind. 

Further research provided an address for their agency at 35 Portland Row, not far away from where she currently lived. One or two articles were about the parade incident from the Black Winter and Lockwood and Co's success in protecting the people present, but other than that there wasn't much more. 

She sat back in her chair, sipping the last of her tea. Bedtime for now, but when she finally woke up she'd head to the nearest corner store and pick up some food. The fridge had been nearly empty when she'd looked earlier, and she knew that Portland Row was on the way back. 

She wanted to say thank you again (and totally not spy on their house), and everybody loved a doughnut.

~~~

Y/n had knocked on the door roughly two minutes ago, and nobody had answered. 

She knew that they were all at home, because she could hear them arguing about who was going to answer the door, but nobody had done it yet. 

Knocking once more while balancing the box of doughnuts in her other hand she sighed, waited another thirty seconds, and just as she turned to leave she heard the locks click behind her. The door swung open to reveal Anthony Lockwood, once more dressed in a suit (a lot cleaner than the one he'd been wearing in the early hours of that morning), and a wide smile on his face. 

“It's you! Miss L/n, was it?”

“Uh, yeah. Just Y/n is fine though. Um, I just wanted to say thanks again for the lift last night, and for being nice and shit when you didn't have to be, and I bought some doughnuts if you guys wanted them.” She tried to surreptitiously peer around him to take a look at his front hall, but the interior was quite dark and cluttered and it was difficult to pretend to not be inspecting somebody's home when they were stood in front of you. 

“Oh, you really didn't have to, Y/n.” He took the box out of her hands anyway. “Did you want to come in?”

“No, thank you. I should get back. I've got a lot of paperwork to get through and I think one of my housemates is cleaning today and wanted everyone's help, so…” she trailed off, rocking slightly on her heels while Anthony Lockwood watched her. 

“Right, well, thanks for stopping by! And for the doughnuts, that was very generous of you.”

She shrugged. “I've had taxi rides with people I was actually working with and they were complete arseholes to me, so I really appreciated you not being like that when you didn't even know me.”

“Anytime.” He paused for a moment, then frowned at her. “How did you find us? I know I said that you could always drop by but I don't remember actually telling you where we live. There's not a problem with it, by the way, just curious.”

“Oh, I looked it up. Figured you meant to tell me and never got round to it. Besides, I needed to go shopping anyway and I live nearby, so it wasn't too difficult for me.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Well it was lovely seeing you again, Y/n. I look forward to our next meeting.” His smile was infectious, and she still had a grin on her face at the thought of him when she went to bed that night.

~~~

For the next few months, both Y/n and Lockwood and Co were busy with their own cases, but regularly passed each other in the street. Anthony Lockwood had taken to sending her a wink or flirty quite early on, and because Y/n believed it impossible that someone like him was single and therefore able to chase after someone like her, she ignored him. Every now and then she would indulge him, of course, flirting back to see how he would react (he was always pleasantly surprised and kept their little game going for as long as he could before he was needed), but for the most part she would walk right past him. 

It wasn't entirely her fault, since many of the times they bumped into each other she was on a time schedule, and didn't have the extra minute or so to flirt with the pretty boy. 

The last time had been different, though.

~~~

“Hello again, darling,” a voice said from her left, and Y/n smiled when she recognised it right away as Lockwood's. They knew each other better now, from the few times that they had been able to talk for longer and ask how the other was doing, and when he had found out that she was calling him Anthony Lockwood in her head he gave her a look of barely contained amusement and told her she could pick one. 

Anthony had felt too personal, since everyone else that spoke to him seemed to call him Lockwood, and she didn't think they knew each other that well for her to use his first name. 

“Come here often?” he asked, appearing in her field of view and leaning on the table she was sat at in the small night café. 

“Only when I know that you're going to be here,” Y/n responded, and delighted in the faint pink tinge that came onto his cheeks. 

“May I?” He gestured to the chair opposite her, and she nodded. 

“Not with your friends tonight?”

“No, they're probably at home already, lucky bastards. My case ran on a bit longer than I expected, and I couldn't wait for a cup of tea. Plus, when I saw you in here I couldn't not come and see you.”

They sat there for a while, making their way through two cups of tea each before deciding to leave, and Lockwood offered to take the taxi home with her.

When they were nearly back to Y/n's house, he spoke up. 

“I'll pay, if you like. I'll be paying for this stretch of the journey anyway so it doesn't make much of a difference to me.”

“Oh, Lockwood, I can pay you for my part at least, it's not a big deal to me.”

“Nonsense.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment, just as they drove around the corner onto her street. “Or… you could come back to Portland Row with me?” Their flirting had never gone as far as properly inviting the other back to their place (although there had always been the comments of 'why don't we finish this somewhere else?' or 'wanna come home with me and prove it?'), and it took Y/n a moment to realise that he was being serious. 

“I mean... if you're sure? I don't want to impose or anything.”

“No, you won't be imposing, darling. George and Lucy will be asleep, I'm sure. I think there's half a bottle of wine that needs finishing off if you wanted to share? No pressure though.”

“That sounds great, actually.”

“So are you two both going to Portland Row then?” the driver called, and Lockwood nodded. 

“Yes please.” He turned back to Y/n, worry starting to creep into his expression. “You did agree, right?”

“Yes, Lockwood, I did. I think I need something that's not tea to be honest.”

“You can stay the night, too. If you need to. I'll sleep on the sofa and you can have my bed.”

“I'm not kicking you out of your own bed, Lockwood. How big is it?”

“Darling, I'm scandalised that you would ask me that question. You know that size doesn't mat-” He was cut off by Y/n smacking him in the chest, and he chuckled when she glared at him. 

“The bed, Lockwood, how big is the bed? If I wanted to know the size of your dick I'd ask you to strip.” She ignored the weird look that the driver cast them in his rear view mirror and focused on Lockwood's answer instead. 

“Steady, darling. We're not back yet.” He yelped when she whacked him again, and caught her wrists and held them so that she couldn't attack him anymore. “It's a double.”

“Well then we can both fit, can't we?”

“Asking me to strip, getting me into bed with you? If I didn't know any better, darling, I'd say that you were trying to seduce me,” he smirked, leaning in close. 

“Oh, Lockwood. I think we both know I did that a long time ago, don't we.” They were dangerously close to kissing, their lips only a couple of centimetres away from each other while their noses brushed with every jolt in the road, and then the taxi was slowing and pulling up to the curb outside 35 Portland Row. 

“Alright you two, out. And use protection please, you're too young to be havin' kids.” Y/n flushed and opened the door, moving around to the boot to take out her kit bag and rapier, and when Lockwood followed a moment later after paying the driver his face was red too.

~~~

“Here,” Lockwood said, handing over a tea mug filled with wine. 

“Thanks. You're sure the others won't mind us drinking this?”

“They've had plenty of time to drink it, and I own the house and therefore the kitchen and the contents of the fridge are mine too, so I say it's fair game.” His smile was slightly blinding, but Y/n had learned to see past the glare and look at his eyes instead, finding the pure joy behind the façade he put up for the world to see. 

They didn't know each other that well, when everything was considered, but Y/n did call him her friend when describing their relationship, and she did feel that if asked, Lockwood would say the same. 

Around thirty minutes later Y/n was nearly doubled over with laughter at some stupid thing that Lockwood had said (the wine had gone straight to her head and she had no recollection of what exactly he had said), clutching her sides as they sat in the cluttered library with the bottle of wine between them. 

“You, Anthony Lockwood, are ridiculous!”

“I am! In fact, have I shown you my hat collection?”

“Is that some sort of weird euphemism? Or are you genuinely more deranged than I thought you were?”

“Not a euphemism, love,” he grinned, and Y/n in her wine-addled state thought about how he was starting to look like the deranged young man she'd just accused him of being. 

“So... you actually have a hat collection? Why?” Lockwood shrugged. 

“It's good for disguises when I need to do a little bit of extra research for a case. I can do accents too!”

“No offence, Lockwood, but I've heard some of your accents, and I'm very surprised that you haven't been hunted down and killed yet.”

“Believe me, people have tried!” Somehow he didn't look concerned about that, still smiling just as widely as before, and Y/n thought he looked rather nice like that.

~~~

When she woke up in the morning, Y/n realised she had never taken the painkillers Lockwood had left on the bedside table for her to use. 

“Shit,” she whispered, grabbing the packet and the glass of water and swallowing the pills the best she could in an attempt to stave off the headache that had formed. After finishing off the wine, Lockwood had managed to find some more alcohol hidden away in a cupboard in the library ("It's my personal stash, so don't worry about feeling guilty about drinking this") and they had stayed up until it was nearly sunrise talking about everything and nothing. She was regretting not drinking the water before sleeping, and when she flopped back onto the bed and under the covers she realised that there was someone else in the bed with her. 

Lockwood looked peaceful asleep.

While she didn't mind waking up next to him in the morning (the view was actually rather nice), not being able to remember what had happened the night before was a little disturbing, especially since she was in her underwear and, as far as she could tell, Lockwood wasn't wearing any clothes. 

The bedsheets had been partially kicked off in the night, most likely because the heating was apparently on full from the very warm temperature of the room, and the duvet had bunched up around Lockwood's waist. She didn't want to wake him by trying to find out if anything had happened last night, since he probably never slept with the sheer size of the shadows under his eyes, so instead she carefully got out of bed and picked up her clothes.

Finding all of her things was difficult, since they'd been flung all around the room in what she hoped was drunkenness and not desperation, but after nearly ten minutes she was dressed and reaching for the door handle. She didn't make it that far though, because before she could leave the sounds of somebody waking up started coming from the bed, and Lockwood was asking her where she was going. 

“Oh, I just... I just figured you wouldn't want me to stick around-”

“Why would you think that?” He was rubbing his eyes and sitting up, and she had to force her gaze away from where the sheets were dangerously close to revealing whether or not they had slept together. 

“I don't know.” There was silence for a minute or so while Lockwood tried to wake up enough to work out what was going on, and Y/n stood by the door feeling very awkward. “Did we... did anything happen? Last night?”

“Don't think so. I feel like I would remember that, darling,” he winked, and she felt her face heat up. 

“Oh, right. Yeah.”

“You don't seem convinced.”

“No, I am,” she said, very unconvincingly. There was another silence while she hesitated. “Are you naked?” she blurted out, immediately covering her face with her hands to block out Lockwood's shocked reaction. His laughter didn't help, only serving to make her feel more embarrassed than she already was, and she stayed safely behind her hands while she waited for it all to be over. 

“No, darling, I'm not naked. But if you wanted me to be then I'm sure we could figure something out.” She could hear the amusement in his voice and groaned in frustration, knowing that he wouldn't ever let her live this moment down. 

“I'm good, thanks.” She didn't really mean it, but it was nice to have a friend like Lockwood, and she figured that having sex with him probably wouldn't help to keep that friendship at all. 

“Alright. Well if you don't want to see me in my pants then keep your hands there, I'm getting out of bed.” For the most part she obeyed, but she would be lying if she said that she didn't peek through her fingers briefly while he was getting dressed.

~~~

Luckily the other members of Lockwood and Co were not at home when Y/n left that morning, having said no to Lockwood's offer of breakfast (she would pick up something from Arif's, even if it was out of her way a little), and within half an hour she was back in her own house with a very large cup of tea and a plate of food in her favourite armchair in the living room. 

When one of her housemates asked her where she had been all night, a suggestive tone to her question, Y/n simply shrugged, and replied “What's it to you?”

~~~

One week later she was running for her life. 

It wasn't that this sort of thing didn't happen often, since her job required a lot of running a lot of the time, but normally she wasn't this exhausted from it. She wasn't even working on a case, either. Y/n had just been walking home from her actual case for that night when she'd accidentally taken a wrong turn in her fatigued state and had come face to face with a bunch of Type Twos. 

At least she had her rapier and a few flares and salt bombs left, and her boots were solid enough that despite how much running she had already done that night, she couldn't feel the ground beneath her feet when normally her soles would be protesting in pain. 

“Fuck's sake,” she grumbled, heading for the nearest iron fence she could find. Unfortunately she still had to cross a road that was surprisingly busy at this time of night (or morning? she wasn't sure where the line between the two was drawn) and then vault over the fence into the park, which was probably also infested with Visitors. Going against every action movie she had ever seen she looked back (which was precisely what she shouted at the characters for), then immediately stumbled since she couldn't see where she was going. Her brief pause in her flight allowed the Visitors to catch up a little, and within a few seconds she was seeing her life flash before her eyes and throwing up her rapier in a last ditch attempt to not die. 

Then something else was flashing before her eyes, and the ghosts were being driven off. 

Y/n realised with a start that the flash had been Lockwood and his stupid grin, dressed in his stupid long coat that was stupidly attractive on him, waving his rapier around in stupidly perfect motions. 

“Did you miss me, darling?” She didn't even have time to respond, already ducking to not be hit by the bicycle a Poltergeist had sent flying their way, and Lockwood pushed her to the ground to dodge the railing that followed. They landed with a thump, and Y/n winced when her back hit the concrete of the pavement and then again a very brief moment later when Lockwood landed on her. 

“I did, Lockwood. I really did miss you.” She hoped that he could see how sincere she was, and he looked as though he was about to say something. Unfortunately he was cut off when a badly-aimed salt bomb exploded right above their heads, and a small “Sorry!” was called out from somewhere nearby. 

“Not to worry, George!” Lockwood yelled back as he got off the floor. He offered out a hand and Y/n let him pull her up, holding her breath when he pulled with more force than was needed and she fell into his chest. “Woah,” he said, voice quiet. “You alright?” His free hand had come up to steady her by the arm, and now he was gently stroking up and down. She wondered if he knew he was doing it. 

“Yeah. Can we maybe run away from the death bikes?”

“I think that would be a good idea. You going home?” Y/n shook her head. 

“One of my housemates has their partner over, and I'd really rather not be there. I was gonna put up with it but if you're offering your bed again I won't say no,” she teased. Lockwood's face went pink, but not from the cold or the running. 

“I'm always offering my bed, darling, you should know that by now.” His smile was as blinding as the flash he had appeared in, and then he was tugging her hand and leading her away from the ghosts (which wouldn't be able to follow after a while, since she'd already run quite far from their Sources), and instead heading for 35 Portland Row. 

When they made it inside (Lucy was already in bed, but Lockwood and George had been coming back from a case like Y/n), George bade the two of them goodnight, then tiredly climbed the stairs, leaving Lockwood and Y/n in the front hall. It was dimly lit, only the lamp on the hall cupboard providing any reprise from the darkness, and the yellow glow of it made Lockwood look ethereal. 

He had dust and dirt all over him, staining his usually perfect white shirt and tie, and his hair was a mess from the slight wind outside, but he still wore his confidence and his charm like a second skin, and he had never looked more like Anthony Lockwood in all the time Y/n had known him. 

“What were you even doing out there?” he asked. 

“I was coming back from a job, took a wrong turn somewhere, and came face to face with those fuckers. I'm just really glad that you were there in time because I probably would've ended up in hospital otherwise. Or a furnace.”

“I'm glad I was there too,” Lockwood said, stepping forward. He made to move his hand, as though he might reach out and touch hers, but then his fist was clenching at his side again, fingers flexing every few seconds. “I thought you would be alright, really. Then I saw you trip - why the hell did you look back? You always get annoyed when they do that in movies. I was scared, Y/n, that you might not get back up again.” She could tell that he meant it too, from the way he was looking at her. It was almost too much, his gaze, since it was heavy with so much emotion that they hadn't even properly addressed between them, and that was probably why he kissed her. 

She both had and hadn't been expecting it. 

It made sense when she thought about it, because beneath all the teasing and flirting there was attraction and a real desire, and she had always figured that being with someone was easier if you knew and trusted them. But she had never thought that either of them would act on it, since both of them seemed happy to let the friendship cover up the truth because at least that meant they weren't without the other. Bringing the truth to light could ruin that, and then they might not see each other at all. 

Now, though, she wondered why they hadn't kissed before. 

It had been brief, a few seconds at most, but it was enough to make her realise that they had been incredibly stupid in not doing it earlier. She had had such a long night - they both had - and when he pressed his lips to hers for the second time she knew that despite the fatigue and near death experiences involving bicycles, they would be alright. Her hands had moved without her fully knowing, and when they pulled away after the second kiss she realised that they were in his hair and clutching his coat that he hadn't taken off yet. His were nestled around her waist, holding her close to him while he searched her eyes for any sign to stop. 

The third kiss was the longest yet, and it took them a long time to move from the front hall to his bedroom.

~~~

Y/n had always been a fan of anything that shone, and had been called a magpie by nearly everyone that knew her. 

It didn't matter if it was expensive or not, if it was shiny, then she would have it. Growing up she hadn't been used to expense, and finding trinkets on the street was her speciality, but every now and then someone would buy her something a little less on the cheap side, and she would be overjoyed. 

Then of course there were the things she bought herself. 

The Fittes Ball that she was on her way to had invited agents of all kinds (a rarity for solo agents who usually went forgotten), and her outfit was one of the most expensive things that she had bought yet (other than her shared house). It was worth it, though, for the look on Lockwood's face when he first saw her. 

“You look incredible, Y/n/n!” Lucy gushed, immediately wrapping her new friend in a hug. George and Holly agreed, and while their fussing was nice it was Lockwood's opinion she really wanted. They hadn't spoken after the night they spent together two weeks ago, and now he had an unreadable expression on his face while he looked at her. It was ridiculous, really, how nervous she was to know what he was thinking, since she had never usually cared about what any man thought of her. 

“Thank you, I love your dress, Luce! And George, are you actually in a suit? No, no, no, you look very nice! Holly, you look incredible as always,” she said, returning the compliments her friends had given her. Her gaze kept darting back to Lockwood though, and after the others had moved away to talk to someone else, he cleared his throat. 

“Y/n.”

“Lockwood.” He took a step towards her. 

“You know I told you you could call me Anthony.” He had, not long after he'd taken her to his bed. 

“Oh, right. I didn't know if that was just... for then.” She was struggling to look at him now, so she missed the way his expression softened. 

“It's for whenever, darling.”

“Okay,” she said, and the small smile he gave her made her heart beat a little faster in her chest. 

“You look stunning, darling. Truly.”

“So do you, Anthony,” she replied, and this time she took a step forward to close the distance. A frown came onto her face, and when he asked her why she paused for a moment before answering. “What are we? Because we haven't spoken since... since that night, and now we're acting like we did before and I'm just quite confused.”

Instead of responding with words, he dug into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out a folded paper, handing it to her a second later. She tried not to focus too much on his hands (the memories of two weeks ago were coming back to the front of her mind now) and took it with confusion, starting to unfold it. 

“Oh, I'll be back in a minute, George is calling me over.” He flashed her one of his winning smiles and was off, moving in what she assumed was the direction of George. She finally unfolded the paper and was surprised to see that it was mostly blank, just one question and two little points below it. A pen had been folded into it, and she bit back a smile when she'd read the words. 

Would you go on a date with me? Please circle one answer

yes

no

He was ridiculous, she had decided, but then again she couldn't deny how ridiculously cute it was that he'd written out this mini questionnaire and put it in his pocket, despite not knowing whether she would actually be here or not to take it from him. Why he'd left immediately she didn't know, but maybe he was just too nervous to find out her reaction right away. She clicked the pen and circled 'yes' the best she could with no hard surface to lean on, and winced when the paper punctured. He knew where to find her, but she wrote her address anyway and the house phone number, and refolded the paper. Looking around she couldn't immediately see him, but then she caught a flash of a smile that could only have belonged to one Mr Anthony Lockwood, and she made for where he stood. He blushed slightly when he caught sight of her, then his cheeks burned brighter when she tucked the piece of paper and the pen in the pocket just inside his jacket (standing much closer to him than she needed to), and walked away without a word.

~~~

Two hours later they had snuck into the Fittes building's public library, giggling about something stupid one of the stuck-up snobs who was far too old to still be alive had said while they sipped the fancy champagne that was being served. 

“Do you think they get many kids in here? Like, actual kids who would need entertaining?” she asked, making Anthony look round from where he'd been perusing the shelves. 

“I doubt it. Why?”

“They've got origami. Look,” she pointed, putting her champagne flute down on a sideboard and picking up a sheet. “I used to be able to make loads of things, but I reckon if I tried making a rabbit or something now it'd look like someone folded a bit of paper a bunch of times and then sat on it.”

“I used to make those snowflakes where you fold it into quarters and cut bits out. Got quite good in the end; I could make chains of them eventually.”

“Of course you're good at making paper snowflakes,” she muttered, no hint of malice behind it. “You're good at everything, I swear.”

“Oh, that's not true.”

“Really? Name one thing that you can't do.” He paused, and she could practically see the cogs turning in his head. “See? You can't do it!”

“Well, I don't think that was very fair, actually, because you didn't give me long enough to actually think about it!” She moved to sit down, picking out various colours of paper squares before settling on one she liked. Anthony sat down next to her, his thigh close enough to hers that she could feel his body heat through his suit. He chose his own square of paper, immediately starting to fold it in different ways. 

“What are you gonna make?” she asked him, not looking up from where she was attempting to make an origami butterfly. 

“That's a secret.”

“Alright then,” she snorted, “be mysterious. Is that because you're bad at origami and you're trying to hide it by making me guess?”

“Sure, that's what's happening.”

They sat in comfortable silence while they worked, and when Y/n crossed her legs she made contact with Anthony's knee and drew in a breath. She refocused and looked at the paper in her hands, frowning when she realised that she had no idea how to make a butterfly out of it anymore, and sat back with a huff. 

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just bored, I suppose. What are you making?” He had folded his piece of paper into a thin strip, and now he was pulling the ends together, somehow making them link. 

“May I?” he asked, gesturing to her right hand. She didn't answer for a moment, too busy watching the way his fingers moved. “Y/n?”

“Oh, right.” She let him take her left hand in his, holding her breath for the millionth time around him both at the tenderness of it all and at the way his hands were so cold compared to her warm ones. He lifted the origami up and slid it onto her fourth finger, tightening it by pushing the ends together further. 

“You can take it off, if you want.”

She wasn't sure she was breathing. “Are you proposing?”

“What? No, if I was proposing you'd know about it, darling. I just… I don’t know.” He looked nervous, and although he hadn’t let go of her hand, she could see that he was fidgeting. 

“I love it, Anthony. Thank you.” He smiled then, small and as under as the way he was holding her hand, and she couldn’t help but ask what she’d been wondering for the last two hours. 

“Did you read my response?” Somehow he softened even more, and his grip tightened ever so slightly before he nodded. 

“Yes, I did.” Had he moved closer? She thought the distance between them was no longer as frustratingly large as it had been, but he was still too far away. 

“Well?”

“Are you free on Saturday? There’s a great place for lunch I’ve been dying to show you for a while now.” He was definitely closer, and she could make out the small scar on his lip in perfect detail. 

“Midday work for you?”

“Absolutely.” He was still holding her hand when he kissed her gently, like he thought she might leave at any moment, and when he pulled back after a couple of seconds she dragged him right back to her lips, shifting somehow even closer to him on the seat. The gift he had made that now sat on her finger felt as heavy as a gold one, filled with the promise of what could be and happy endings, and she found herself thinking that if the two of them did ever marry, she would be happy to do so with a paper ring. 

They were sat there kissing for a while, not stopping until someone shouted outside the door in drunken laughter, making Anthony and Y/n jump back in surprise. Then they were laughing too, like they were teenagers sneaking off (which, she supposed, they almost were, if you ignored the fact they were legally adults now), and he pressed one last quick kiss to her mouth before he stood up. “We should head out. I’m sure the others will be wondering where we are.” Y/n stood up too, still holding his hand, and moved to straighten his tie. She had pulled on it when they were kissing, and now it was all crooked around his neck. 

“I think they probably know that we’re together, though. I doubt that they’re too worried about us.” She finished fiddling with his tie and draped her arms around his neck, and flushed when he wrapped his own arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his body. They stayed that way for a while, just trading small kisses and swaying gently back and forth. 

“I’m glad,” Anthony said suddenly, breaking the silence. “That we… you know.”

“Nearly died and then slept together?”

“That’s one way of putting it. I just - I’m glad.”

“I’m glad too, Anthony.” Normally accidents like having sex with her friends was something she hated, but given it was Anthony Lockwood that it had happened with, she was happy to make an exception. 

~~~

That night, while Anthony finally managed to sleep next to her, Y/n stayed awake. The glow of the ghost lamp outside had woken her a few minutes ago while she had been surfacing, and now she couldn’t get back to sleep. Her dress hung on the back of his desk chair, and various parts of his suit were slung around the room in piles from where they had thrown them earlier in their haste to be as close as possible to each other. 

The ring now sat on Anthony’s bedside table, and although it wasn’t light enough in the room for her to make out its shape, she still knew exactly where it was. Before the two of them got too caught up in each other she had slipped it off, saying that she didn’t want it damaged (as it likely would have been), and when she placed it to the side her eyes had caught on the photo in the frame. 

“Is that us?” she had asked, grabbing the frame with both hands. 

“Oh… yes. Sorry, it was just a really nice photo and we don’t get to see each other that much, and-”

“Anthony,” she interrupted, warmth flooding her face at her next words. “I’ve got cut-outs from papers that wrote about you framed, so this is perfectly okay.”

She flushed again just thinking about it, and how softly he had smiled at her, and then how softly he had kissed her afterwards. She had been dreaming about him, about both of them, and what would have happened if they had stayed in the library at Fittes for a little longer (a lot of hushed moans and whispered words, and his hair completely dishevelled). 

He was the one that she wanted, she was sure of it. There had been others, but none of them had featured in her thoughts about the future like Anthony Lockwood did. 

~~~

Months later, when the seasons had gone from wonderfully warm and sunny (or as sunny as England could get) to cold and biting air, Anthony and Y/n were on a case together. 

She had officially become a member of the agency not too long after they started dating, and while Lucy and George had originally been worried about the logistics of living space, they quickly realised that their new hire would be sharing a bed with their boss. Y/n had settled in quickly, getting used to how her friends lived within a few weeks, and the company had settled into a nice rhythm. 

“A hotel? That’s a pretty big location, shouldn’t we have Lucy and George with us?” she asked as the taxi pulled up to their destination. 

“It seems to be contained to one area, from reports, and since they had a couple of actual children give statements I’m going to trust them. Just the outdoor space around the back, apparently someone - a worker, it says here - died while manning a barbecue near the large pool.”

“How do you die manning a barbecue?”

“He fell face-first into the coals, this says,” Anthony replied, waving the paper report around. They clambered out the taxi, thanking and paying the driver, and once the kit had been collected out the boot and the driver was heading back down the road, they were alone. 

“Well that’s an awful way to go. Type One? Or manifesting as something stronger?”

“Everything points to Type Two, but that’s nothing we can’t handle.”

~~~

He was right, as he so often was, but unfortunately the way in which they handled the Type Two ghost of the Barbecue Man meant they ended up jumping in a pool. 

The Source had apparently been one of the tiles on the ledge, where the Barbecue Man had tripped after falling face first into the coals and cracked his skull open on the edge of the pool. A delightful scene, Y/n was sure, but they hadn’t figured out what the Source was until much later. While she had been scouring the barbecue for any sign of a trigger for the Visitor, Anthony had been drawing it closer to the pool. He seemed to be having a wonderful time taunting the poor dead man, and she couldn’t help but curse him out a little under her breath. “There’s nothing here!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Anthony, I’m pretty sure!” She was just about to tell him off for questioning her when he stepped back on his right foot and made the Visitor shriek an ungodly noise. “Wait! Draw it away from where you currently are!” She wasn’t sure if he’d actually been paying attention to her words since he didn’t give any indication that he had heard her, but a moment later he started moving away, the ghost following him, and she was able to dive for the tile. The second her hands came into contact with it she felt the pain and torment that Barbecue Man had been in in the brief minutes before his death, and at the same time that she managed to dislodge the tile (it had been knocked lose, most likely from his head after he hit it) and wrap it in a silver net, Anthony jumped in the pool. When he surfaced, hair plastered to his forehead and coat and suit completely soaked, he shouted at her to jump in too, leaving the Source on dry land. She just stared at him, but then a rush of cold air hit her and she didn’t think twice. Anthony was waving his arms around, making the water move about enough to fend off the second ghost that had appeared. 

Unfortunately that meant that when Y/n attempted to come up for air, she got a face-full of water. 

“Anthony!”

“Whoops. Sorry, darling. Here,” he said, offering out his hand. She took it gladly, still spluttering slightly, and they hauled themselves to the opposite side of the swimming pool. The water was freezing, but it was better than being ghost-touched, and besides, Anthony hadn’t let go of her hand yet. 

~~~

Her hands were turning a little blue from the temperature of the pool. 

It reminded her of when they had been redecorating one of the rooms in Portland Row about two months ago. George had complained that the room was lacking something, and all inhabitants (and Kipps, although Anthony didn’t pay him much attention) agreed that they needed to update it. They had painted it blue, not too dissimilar to the colour of Y/n’s fingers in the present day, and while it had been a wonderful day it had also been the day of her and Anthony’s first fight. 

She couldn’t even remember what it had been about now, something stupid and fuelled by external factors such as job stress and fatigue, but Y/n had slept in Lucy’s bed that night. 

It had been a while before either girl went to sleep, instead spending the hours attempting to stop Y/n’s crying and watching the old tapes of movies and television shows from before the Problem that Lucy had stashed away on her bookcase. When the morning had come, Lucy had offered to go downstairs and sort out breakfast for them both, so that Y/n wouldn’t have to run into Lockwood, but Y/n had shaken her head, saying that the two of them needed to figure something out. 

The moment she had set foot in the kitchen, seeing the back of Anthony’s white dress shirt while he stood at the counter making teas (he had made one for her too, in her favourite mug), she had started tearing up again. He’d heard her sniffling and whipped his head around to see her hovering just inside the doorway, and immediately he had crumbled and rushed over to her, wrapping her in his arms and mumbling “I’m sorry” into her hair. 

Now, back from their case with Barbecue Man, they were sat in the library, Anthony pushing a cup of freshly made tea into her hands in an attempt to get them back to their normal colour. “Feeling any better?” he asked, sitting down in the chair next to hers and picking up his magazine. 

“Yeah, a bit. I can actually feel things again now, so that’s good.”

“Good. Well, I’ll keep you under surveillance for a while, just until I know you’re better.” She snorted, lifting the mug to her mouth. 

“Thanks, Doc. Much appreciated.” His responding smile was enough to warm her up entirely. 

~~~

A few hours later she woke up feeling disorientated, most likely because she never remembered falling asleep in the first place. Anthony was still in his chair on her left, but he had fallen asleep too, magazine splayed across his chest. Y/n stretched, yawned, and checked her watch, then started at the time. It was nearly half six in the morning, and they had come back from their case at around midnight. She wasn’t sure how long Anthony had stayed awake watching over her, but she knew that the moment he did finally regain consciousness she would be sending him straight up to bed for another few hours of sleep. 

She heard somebody moving around in the kitchen and went to investigate, finding George in an oversized t-shirt and no trousers putting the kettle on to boil. “Morning,” she said, shuffling further into the room and stuffing some bread into the toaster. 

“Ah, morning. Lockwood still asleep?”

“Yep. He’s in the library. Did you need him for something?”

“Oh, not really. I woke up at about four and was shockingly hungry, and when I came down he was sat reading his magazine. I was just wondering how long it would be before he was up again.” It made sense for her boyfriend to have stayed awake until he literally passed out from exhaustion, given how little Anthony normally slept anyway, and she frowned when she heard the stairs creak. A few moments later Anthony Lockwood himself appeared in the kitchen, bleary-eyed and smiling like there wasn’t a thing wrong with him only getting about two and a half hours of sleep. “I need the toilet,” George suddenly said. “If you could move out the doorway, Lockwood, that would be great. Thanks. The kettle should be boiled soon, if you two wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all, George,” Anthony replied, already taking mugs out of the cupboard. “Who’s toast is this? I think it’s burning.”

“Oh, shit, that’s mine! Fuck that’s hot!”

“Not hotter than me though, right?”

“Shut up, Anthony. My fingers are burning.” He reached over and took her hand in his, not caring for the piece of blackened toast that sat on her plate on the counter, and pressed a gentle kiss to each fingertip. She had flashbacks to the last time her hands had been near his mouth in a far less family-friendly setting, and tried to stop her knees from giving out. 

“Better?”

“Um… I guess. Yeah.” If anything she was worse, since now her whole body was on fire at how sweet that one gesture was. He hadn’t even thought about it, since there was less than a second between her saying her hand hurt and him kissing the first fingertip, and that had her knees weakening all over again. She took a step towards him, threading her burning fingers with his and placing the other one on his chest to grab at his collar and pull him in for a kiss. He’d had a long night, she was sure of it, and the more-prominent-than-usual bags under his eyes were giving her a solid argument. The kiss was short and sweet, and when she pulled back he followed her for a moment before realising that it was over. He pouted, his eyes practically begging for her to kiss him again, and she let out a small laugh before obliging. That kiss was sweet too, but lasted a little longer, and the third one would have gone on for longer still had George not come back from the toilet and pretended to gag. 

~~~

“Anthony?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you ever think about just… leaving for a bit? Not completely, I don’t think I could stay away from London forever, but just running off on holiday for a while. Getting a break from the ghost hunting and constant threat of death.”

“That’s… really? You want to ask that now? Darling, my mind is not in the right place for an actual conversation right now.” His hand trailed over her bare side and his eyes were looking at everything but her face, proving that he really wasn’t in the right mental place for a conversation like this, but she tried again anyway. 

“Okay, but do you?” He sighed, reluctantly dragging his gaze up to meet hers. 

“I suppose I’ve never really thought about it before.” He paused, shifting his weight to get comfortable. His legs knocked against hers and his hand hadn’t stopped tracing the skin of her body, and he had never taken off the ring he always wore. It had been a pleasant chill against her earlier when she thought she was going to combust from his touch. “I think because of the company I wouldn’t take a break. And I’d have a lot of guilt about leaving when there are people who might be in danger and I could have helped them.”

“But if you could drive away, would you? None of the guilt, or people getting hurt. Just… going off on your own for a bit.”

“I don’t know about alone. I think I would want you with me, darling.” He punctuated his statement by lowering his voice and pulling her closer by her hips, flush against his body, and although she was tired she couldn’t help but feel warm again. 

“I’d be happy to drive away with you, Ant. Anywhere you go, I’m going too.”

“You mean it?” he breathed, eyes looking almost golden in the glow of his bedside lamp. He looked desperate for her answer, like he needed to know that she would truly always be with him because he couldn’t stand being left alone again. 

“Of course I mean it, Ant. I want it all with you; everything. The complications and fights and of course all the good things too. The horrible Mondays where we get clients who don’t realise that what we do is a full-time job and we don’t really get weekends, the times we do get days off, and we can just be… together.” She ran her fingertips over his arms, marvelling at the hidden muscles she felt. Given how skinny and beanpole-like he appeared, the first time she had realised how toned he was she had been pleasantly surprised. It made sense, she supposed, since he was incredibly proficient with a rapier and had been from a young age, and being that good meant he had to at least be somewhat physically fit and capable (he was very physically capable in other ways, too, something else she had learned early on). She didn’t think she would ever get over how much she loved his arms, or his hands, or how they looked when he rolled his dress shirt sleeves up and folded his arms against his chest, and from the look he was giving her right now he apparently knew that she felt that way. 

“You alright, darling?” Good lord, had his voice gone even lower? His eyes had gone from being a honey-golden to a dark syrupy brown, and if what she could feel against her lower half was any indication she could tell that his mind was back to being somewhere other than their conversation. She sounded out of breath when she spoke. 

“I’m alright. Do me a favour?”

“Anything.”

“Wrap me in your arms?”

“Absolutely.”

She definitely shouldn’t have this much of an obsession with his arms, but the moment his arms tightened around her torso and her thigh, bringing her on top of him fully while he sat up with her in his lap and kissed her deeply, she couldn’t find it in her to care. 

~~~

On their one-year anniversary, Y/n woke up early. 

She didn’t want to, but the moon was shining brightly through the bedroom window, and there was a gap in the curtains that let the light through. It was landing on the books that had been stacked up on the bedside table, titles just about visible and all of them ones that she had read before. The moonlight was also resting on Anthony’s face while he slept, and he looked like he had in the taxi on that night when they had first met, ethereal and effortlessly gorgeous (but not quite so tired and weighed down by responsibility), and she found herself falling in love with him all over again. 

It was probably all forms of creepy to just lie and watch him breathe while she tried to go back to sleep, but there was something oddly soothing about it: the rise and fall of his chest and the peaceful expression on his face. It was rare she got to see him so relaxed, the only other times were when he had a day off and was sat in the library with a cup of tea, Y/n sat nearby, or when they had spent time exploring each others’ bodies, hands roaming over skin and through hair while they made love. 

The paper ring that he had made her just over a year ago, not long before they started officially dating, was sat on the bedside table next to the stack of books. He’d made her new ones at random points throughout their time together, but the original one that he’d folded from that piece of paper in the Fittes public library had remained in pride of place in her jewellery dish in their now shared bedroom at 35 Portland Row. 

Looking at it now she was absolutely certain that he was the one that she wanted, taking him in marriage with a paper ring, putting their pictures in frames to decorate their home, and he was the one she wanted in all of her daydreams. 

Anthony Lockwood was her future, and her future was looking wonderfully bright. 

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[thealienfantasy]

Alien Fantasy-File 3: The cages in our sky.

The princess clung unto her animal's shell as it sped through the rocks of the planet's ocean. An entourage of soldiers swimming not to far behind her. The princess glanced at the sky. She clutched the reigns of her animal while anticipation began building in her gills.

Over the past months, there's been reports of a phenomenon in their "sky". The surface of the ocean was the sky to these people. They could swim up to it with no issues, but they could never jump out of the ocean. for they couldn't breath outside of it. The princess and her subjects slowed down their animals as they got closer to their destination. they stopped at one of the empty fields of their town. The princess hovered away from her animal and swam up to an object.

"Your gracefulness, please be careful!" Her advisor shouted. The princess continued to twirl her tail, using all of her energy to close the gap between her and the object she was eyeing. She dug into the sand and found some kind of device. It was square and colorful. it had glass in the middle and several buttons on the side. A small hatch was located under it, but it was empty. There are several symbols on the glass, but the princess didn't know what any of them meant. She ran her fins through the glass and suddenly, the objects on the glass changed positions. now she was looking at a list. a list in a language she couldn't understand. She tapped the words to see if anything could happen. The pad didn't seem to respond to her taps at first.

"Your gracefulness. Maybe we shouldn't touch that." 

"Here. Allow me, my lady." One of the knights stepped forward. He took the device and ran his fins throught it. one of the words flashed and the device began beeping.

The knight recoiled and hastily dropped it, pushing the princess back while other knights got in front of her. The princess watched the device carefully as it beeped a few times. Suddenly, the objects of the glass changed into something, a creature. only the creature was moving.

"(?olleH)"

Everyone watched the device anxiously.

"(?kcab dap ruoy teg uoy did ?ekiM ?olleH)"

The princess gestured the knights to lower their weapons, She slowly swam up to the device and looked into it. 

"("!ni emoC ?laehciM)"

She got a good look at the figure. it seemed only it's upper body was visible. it had arms just like her and her species, but no scales and no visible gills or fins. It had small patch of hair on it's head and chin and it seemed to be wearing...something on his eyes. to protect them perhaps?

She didn't have time to inspect the creature further. for as soon as it saw her, it seemed to recoil in fear.

"(!SNEILA ESOHT FO ENO S'TI ,TIHS HO)"

"(?EREHT NWOD LLITS LAEHCIM SI ,TIAW)" Another voice said.

"(-ON ,PU EGAC EHT LLUP)" The glass flashed grey briefly before turning dark with two symbols. one green, one red and more words she couldn't understand. A lot of questions were running through her mind. That thing. it looked like-

"YOUR MAJESTY! UP THERE!" the princess quickly turned her head to where the knight was pointing its weapon. Her finds seemed to lose their color as she looked at what she saw in the "Sky".

It was a cage. hovering right in between the "sky" and the ground with a chain keeping it afloat. and inside that cage, was a figure. a figure covered in some kind of weird armor. one with tubes and a weird back attached to their spine. The princess shivered in horror.

There had been rumors going around her kingdom. her people claimed to have seen cages floating around near the sky. She could confirm those rumors were true, her tower gave her a good view of the sky, but this was the first time where she got a good look at just WHAT was inside those cages.

She had a good view of the armor. She didn't know what was under that armor. Was that a knight too? Were they a warrior that got captured? capture by who? one of the many monsters that inhabited their world? or by a warlock? no.. that couldn't be. these cages were coming from beyond the water. Maybe a deity was sending them down there. trapping them in these cages, dangling them in front of her kingdom. either as a warning or a test. The armored creature in the cage was clinging at the bars, frantically slamming it's limbs to the sides. She didn't know what was going on. but she knew one thing for sure.

..She was gonna free that poor warrior.

"EVERYONE! STRIKE THAT CAGE! SET THEM FREE! LET THE EVIL FORCE BEHIND THIS KNOW THAT WILL NOT BE INTIMIDATED BY IT!"

A loud roar reverberated through the ocean as all the knights began swimming towards the cage. With the princess getting back on her creature and swimming alongside her troop. her eyes remained on the creature inside of it. It began moving more frantically, clearly wanting out of there.

The knights got close and began striking the cage with their spears, trying to pry it open. the creature began waving it's limbs at them, the poor thing.

"DO NOT HURT IT! STRIKE THE CAGE ITSELF!" The princess shouted at her troop. The creature frantically swam around in it's cage. it raised it's hands and grabbed something. The princess observed what it could be. Suddenly, the cage was coated by a black cloud of smoke. The troops that were striking the cage quickly backed away from it. The princess eyed the cage carefully, that black smudge seemed to be coming from the white tubes attached to the cage. Looks like whoever sent this poor creature down there wasn't gonna make this easy.

"Princess! Look out!" The princess looked at the cage, it seemed to be rising away from the black smoke. The cage. it was rising towards the sky.

"Oh! No! I won't allow it!" The princess declared as she swung her tail and swam after the rising cage. she was not gonna allow this force to dangle this creature and then take it away like some kind of toy.

"Princess! No!" The princess managed to grab hold of one of the bars. she held on tight as the cage dragged her with it. She clung onto the bars and stared at the creature.

"I'LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE! NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES!" She shouted as she put her hands between the bars, trying to reach out to the creature, the creature seemed to retract it's limbs. The princess took a look at it's armor. more specifically, it's helmet. it was made out of glass, but through that glass, she could see something....

She could see...eyes beyond the glass helmet. Her scales seemed to glow as the eyes pierced her.

"YOUR GRACEFULNESS! LET GO! NOW!" A distant voice shouted. She princess looked down, she sands of the ocean were almost a blur. she looked up to see both her and the cage were inching closer and closer to the sky of the ocean that she couldn't go beyond. for her gills wouldn't allow it. She took one last look at the creature and her finds glowed red.

"I'll get you out of there. No matter what it takes. Wait for me! I'll get it done!" She said softly, trying again to reach out for the armored creature. The creature didn't answer back, not even a gesture with its limbs.

The let go off the cage and watched as it's travelled beyond the sky. creating a ripple upon exiting the ocean, taking that poor creature with her. She watched longingly at the now empty sky as her body sank back down. She couldn't save it this time.

The distant shouting of her knights brought her back to her bearings. She looked back at the sky. her fins glowing a vibrant red.

"I'll save you. I'll save everyone this fiend has captured. no matter the cost!" She said before turning around swimming back to the sands of the ocean. She wasn't looking forward to the scolding she was gonna get from her father for almost killing herself, but she knew the poor creature needed to hear...

She wasn't gonna give up on it.

---------------------------------------------

The cage opened,allowing the man to hastily step back into the spaceship. Once he was beamed inside, he quickly took off his helmet. He looked like he had ran a mile, but it was all due to him freaking out from everything that was going on earlier.

"Mike! You good?" One of the crew members asked as he checked the man for any damage.

"Yeah, it was touch and go there. but i'm fine."

"I'm gonna go on a limb her and assume you didn't get your pad back." the comms guy said. Recalling the random call he had gotten and how upon answering, the first thing that greeted him wasn't a human, but those weird mermaid-esque aliens. 

"No luck. Those guys started pulling up right as the cage was nearing the bottom." Michael responded.

"See. i told you going back for a pad wasn't worth it. But no. You had to risk getting yourself killed for it." One of the rangers said. "Hey! You know the boss will get on my ass for losing company property! Besides, i still came out of it alive!" Michael said. One of his co-workers beamed into the room.

"Yeah, by a hair's length. Those knights really did a number on the cage and the chain almost got broken. at least the ink canisters worked." She said with her arms crossed while she tetached her helmet.

"So what now?"

"We're gonna have to steer clear of this area for a while. We came across a new species after all."

"Uhh...We've been observing those things for months now." the comms guy said.

"Yeah. without interacting with them. Have you seen how close they got to the cage?! this is the first time they're gotten a good look at us!" 

"Good look is a bit of a stretch. My body was completely covered by my suit. And they had a bunch of armored guys. maybe they'll think i was wearing armor like them." Michael responded.

"Michael, i would advice you don't underestimate the intelligence of alien life."

"I'm not! I'm just saying." Michael said, raising his hands defensively.

"Whatever. Let's just get off the planet's surface and report our findings to HQ. As for you, Butterfingers. Have a better grip on your equipment next time! We are NOT doing another dive just because you can't handle the consequences of your actions!"

"Whatever..." Michael muttered.

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Faeries and Corgi

Stories of corgis and faeries intricately weave together in Welsh mythology, creating a tapestry of wonder and enchantment. The Tylwyth Teg, or "fair folk," have long been a part of Wales' rich cultural legacy, inhabiting the lush landscapes and historic burial mounds, lending the untamed area a magical quality. The myths about faeries and their connection to the beloved Welsh corgi breed are among the most endearing. Reports suggest that the faerie folk chose these robust, low-to-the-ground herding dogs as their mounts, endowing them with steadfast loyalty and intelligence as they traversed the undulating hills and valleys. It was thought that the corgis' elongated bodies and small stature were the result of faerie interference, intended to keep them from being carried away by the strong slipstream generated by their charmed riders' quick movement. Welsh folklore tells us that the faeries meticulously fashioned the corgis' distinctive appearance, giving them the ideal form to embark on imaginative adventures. The dogd's sleek bodies and short legs allowed them to move quickly through the tough terrain, keeping up with the faeries as they darted through the old woodlands and hazy glens.

The faerie folk regarded the Corgis as invaluable companions due to their bravery and undying love. They were more than just reliable horses; they were also sentries, keeping an eye out for any dangers or intruders and guarding the hidden routes that led to the magical land. The faerie queen herself trusted them for protection during her joyful processions due to their exceptional dedication. There are many stories of farmers and shepherds seeing these faerie processions and feeling both fear and wonder at the sight. Few humans had the good fortune to see the magnificent fairy queen riding her corgi, flanked by a procession of elegantly attired fairy courtiers and their own small canine friends.

These accidental meetings were considered auspicious signs of prosperity as long as the mortal witnesses behaved with appropriate deference and did not disrupt the faerie merriment. It was thought that upsetting or offending the faerie folk would bring disaster and undesirable luck because they were infamous for being erratic and cunning, capable of both kindness and cunning. It was thought that people who faced the wrath of the faeries would see their households beset by inexplicable misfortunes, their livestock roaming, and their harvests failing. In their collective imagination, the Welsh people still associate corgis with faeries. The continuing charm of faerie folklore and the breed's continued appeal blend together to remind us of the magic that permeates the misty hills and valleys of this ancient nation. The faint outline of a faerie rider is nearly visible when a corgi leaps through the Welsh countryside, serving as a momentary reminder of the enchantment that endures among people who uphold the rich customs of their ancestors.

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Thermoelectric Generator Market: Revolutionizing Energy Harvesting and Power Solutions Worldwide - UnivDatos

According to a new report by UnivDatos Market Insights, the Thermoelectric Generator Market is expected to reach USD ~1.2 billion by 2032 by growing at a CAGR of ~11.5%. The global market for thermoelectric generators (TEG) has been growing at a rapid pace in recent days mainly because of its ability to convert waste heat into useful electrical energy. Thermoelectric generators are useful today when industries and companies around the world pay great attention to such parameters as energy intensity and carbon footprint. These devices function on the principle of the Seebeck effect in which temperature differences across materials produce electricity. TEGs are particularly desirable in industries that generate large quantities of waste heat such as automotive industries, manufacturing industries as well as power generation industries. Protecting the environment, rising demand for clean energy, and technological development will enable the thermoelectric generator market to develop significantly in the future. The present article focuses on important aspects of the TEG market such as demand, uses, pricing, production tendencies, and perspectives for the future.

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Demand

The main drivers for the thermoelectric generator market are energy efficiency and the demand for waste heat recovery. Industrial sectors such as energy generating and intense industries produce a great deal of heat that is mostly wasted. TEGs are used to capture this wasted heat and convert it to electricity; electricity that can be recycled within the process or to power security lighting, etc. The increasing concern over energy saving and the improved standards on limited emission to the surrounding and sustainable practices also put pressure on the industrial sectors to go for sustainable technologies such as the TEGs.

Also, an increase in the demand for electric vehicles or EVs is another factor that has led to the high growth in the TEG market. In EVs, TEGs can harvest heat from the engines or batteries and convert it into useful electrical energy thus increasing efficiency and range. The shifting trend toward decreasing greenhouse emissions and increased use of cleaner transportation solutions also contributes to the high demand in the automobile industry for thermoelectric generators.

Another important factor that is influencing the growth of the market is remote power generation. TEGs have very high efficiency and no mechanical components; they can be utilized in variable applications like remote control, off-grid systems like sensors, telecommunication systems, and space travel applications. Due to the possibilities of the TEGs’ work in severe and solitary conditions, they could become quite popular among the providers of remote energy.

Applications

The major application of thermoelectric generators is attributed to diverse production industries because they are used to generate electricity from waste heat. The automotive sector is one of the significant consumers of TEGs, especially in exhaust systems to increase fuel economy. A growing number of cars come equipped with TEGs installed to extract heat from the exhaust system and use it to generate electric power and lower fuel consumption. This has become most critical given the current changing nature of making cars through the adoption of sustainable technologies such as hybrid and electrical cars.

In industrial applications, motorcycle generators are used for heat recovery in factories and industries, power stations, and oil refineries. Tap These Getaways operate these facilities that venture into wasting energy, expending significant amounts of money in power usage, and producing greenhouse gas emissions. Due to the recent shift of focus on energy conservation and costs in the industrial sector, TEGs prove to be an optimal solution.

These devices are also applied in renewable energy generation, whereby the incorporation of TEGs into solar panels enhances overall conversion efficiencies of energy. Further, the TEGs have applications in space programs as well as defense systems through power supply to space crafts, satellites, and unmanned air vehicles in severe conditions. As such, they can be used in applications where constant power is needed without many trips to the maintenance shop.

As for consumer electronics, portable devices, wearable devices, and IoT devices represent the main areas to which TEGs apply more frequently. With the invention of self-charged electronics TEGs present a way to power devices that need only a small but constant charge.

Cost

Since its inception, the major concern that has affected the thermoelectric generator market is the relatively high cost of manufacturing the generators and the materials used. The efficiency of TEGs very much depends on the choice of thermoelectric materials like bismuth telluride, and lead telluride and similarly, they are a bit pricey. Such materials must possess high thermoelectric coefficients; namely, high electrical conductivity accompanied by low thermal conductivity to fulfill the conversion process of heat to electricity. Hence, the prices of these materials, coupled with the difficulty in fabrication, may lead to higher costs of thermoelectric systems.

In addition, although the TEGs utilize more energy and hence reduce energy costs in the long run, the initial cost may be a hindrance, especially for SMEs to adopt the technology solutions. In the case of the industries targeting first-dollar savings, the recovery of the benefits on investments by the TEGs can be slow depending on the extent of waste heat recovery and the effectiveness of the system.

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Conclusion

The global thermoelectric generator market is expected to expand considerably in the coming years as world industries look for power-efficient and environmentally friendly solutions to the rising energy demands. Powered by specially designed thermoelectric generators (TEGs), industries now have a new-line tool to combat energy inefficiency and undesirable carbon dioxide emissions. The factors influencing the market growth of waste heat recovery systems comprise the growing demand for electric vehicles and waste heat recovery systems and the growing need for remote power generation solutions.

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RoE: The Emberclaw Guild

The Emberclaw Guild, also known as the Elysium Dracoshikarring Commission, is a specialized regional wildlife management organization, established under the terms of the International Convention for the Regulation of Dragonslaying (ICRD) to "provide for the proper conservation of dragon stocks and thus make possible the orderly development of the hunting industry". As the decision-making body of the convention, the TEG reviews and revises all the governing laws of Dragonhunting throughout the Continent of Ar’kael with rumors of potential broadening to other countries. These measures put in place often include: confer complete protection of certain species; designate specific areas as Dragon and Dragon related species sanctuaries; set limits on the numbers and size of dragons which may be taken; prescribe open and closed seasons and areas for hunting; and prohibit the capture of infants and female accompanied by infants and eggs. The Commission also mandates the compilation of catch reports and other statistical and biological records, and is actively involved in Dragon research, including funding and promoting studies, publishing the results of scientific research, and encouraging studies into related matters, such as the humaneness of killing operations.

The Emberclaw Guild specializes in the hunting and conservation of multiple dragon species native throughout Ar’kael. Dragon species throughout the continent come in a variety of shapes and sizes, and for some breed’s even intelligence level’s. While the terms and conditions for the classification of what truly designates the difference between a feral and sapient dragon is still a long and heavily debated topic, the guild as a precautionary measure splits the rules and regulations into two different categories. In later upgraded sections it utterly forbids the slaying of talking or “Sapient” dragon’s unless the dragon truly proves itself to be a threat and cannot be reasoned with. Though even with rules in place to protect “Sapient” species of dragons, the hunting of them happens anyway due to blackmarket poaching. Despite the rules in place, there isn't anything about sapience that is keeping people from killing intelligent beings; feral or not, people are gonna hunt dragons just like they kill each other, especially if there’s money involved.

Regardless of sapiency, the TEG takes hunting of a dragon very personally and seriously. Licenses to hunt dragons are not given out as freely as compared to other species and only during certain parts of the year is it ever regulated to hunt them. Amongst those who often obtain licenses to hunt dragons are those of the Scalebreakers Association. The Scalebreakers Association is one of the most lucrative of all the Dragon Hunting guilds associated with the TEG; having made their fortunes primarily from production and sale of the Dragon oil and Dragonbone, the latter of which is commonly known as "vitriol", a highly flammable but long lasting liquid substance found inside specifically the fire-breathing variant of these winged creatures that many tend to use similar to how whalers used Whale Oil. Much like whale oil, Vitriol is extremely important to those who rely upon it for heating as it burns for long periods of time. The SBA have also commissioned designated Dragon Watching Stations throughout the continent under their “Draconic Trackers Guild” brand; a series of scientific research station’s designate in certain spots used to properly monitor and record study of dragons. All of the information from the Trackers Guild research group is then given to the Scalebreakers. The Scalebreakers then gives this new info to the Hunter's Guild in the form of magazines, which are sold to hunters to inform them about new discoveries, in monthly issues known as Hunting Life Magazine. New discoveries are also released in the form of encyclopedias which can be sold at the Tote and Master’s Expedition Emporium shop in Arcana, along with some of the best Dragon-Hunting Equipment the Scalebreakers produce for avid young hunters eligible for qualification for licenses.

Scalebreakers and the TEG also tend to work very closely with residents in the hunting of Dragons. Regulation of aboriginal subsistence Dragon Hunting is also a core responsibility of the TEG, and the Commission recognizes that these regulations have the potential to impact significantly on traditional cultures and great care must be taken in discharging this responsibility. Ongoing work ensures Aboriginal Subsistence Hunting is sustainable, meeting conservation needs as well as the cultural and nutritional needs of indigenous communities who rely upon the active hunting of dragons for their survival.

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From NEET to Clinical Practice: Pursuing MBBS in Delhi

Delhi, the bustling capital of India, isn't as it were the political epicentre but moreover a hub for chief education in different areas, counting medication. Seeking an MBBS (Bachelor of Medicine and Bachelor of Surgery) in Delhi may be a pining for dream for numerous trying specialists due to the city's eminent medical colleges, progressed healthcare framework, and plentiful career openings. This article digs into the different perspectives of seeking after an MBBS in Delhi, from the admission process to the advantages and the challenges confronted by medical students.

Outline of MBBS in Delhi

MBBS is an undergraduate degree that plans students to end up qualified medical professionals. The course length is regularly five and a half a long time, which includes a one-year obligatory turning internship. MBBS in Delhi has a few of the foremost prestigious medical colleges in India, counting the All India Established of Medical Sciences (AIIMS), Maulana Azad Medical College (MAMC), and Woman Hardinge Medical College (LHMC).

Admission Process

The admission process for MBBS in Delhi is profoundly competitive. Here are the key steps included:

Qualification Criteria: Candidates must have completed their 10+2 education with Material science, Chemistry, and Biology as core subjects. A least total score of 50% (40% for reserved categories) in these subjects is required.

Entrance Examination: Admission to MBBS programs in Delhi is basically based on the National Eligibility cum Entrance Test (NEET-UG). NEET is a national-level examination conducted by the National Testing Office (NTA).

Counselling Process: Based on the NEET scores, candidates take part within the counselling process managed by the Directorate Common of Wellbeing Services (DGHS) for All India Standard seats and by the Delhi University for state standard seats. Colleges like AIIMS conduct their own counselling for situate allotment.

Document Verification and Admission: After the situate allotment, candidates must verify their reports and total the admission formalities at the particular colleges.

Premier Medical Colleges in Delhi

All India Institute of Medical Sciences (AIIMS)

AIIMS, Modern Delhi, set up in 1956, is one of the foremost prestigious medical colleges in India. It offers state-of-the-art foundation, experienced workforce, and a research-oriented environment. Admission to AIIMS is through the NEET-UG exam, followed by counselling.

Maulana Azad Medical College (MAMC)

MAMC, subsidiary with the University of MBBS in Delhi, is another top-ranked medical institution. Known for its fabulous clinical exposure and academic excellence, MAMC admits students based on NEET scores.

Lady Hardinge Medical College (LHMC)

Established in 1916 and only for ladies, LHMC is associated with the University of Delhi. It is eminent for its thorough scholarly educational modules and hands-on clinical preparation.

University College of Medical Sciences (UCMS)

UCMS, subsidiary with the University of Delhi, offers a mix of hypothetical information and viable abilities. It is connected to the Master Teg Bahadur Clinic, giving broad clinical presentations to its students.

Curriculum and Preparing

The MBBS educational modules in Delhi follow the rules endorsed by the National Medical Commission (NMC). The course is isolated into three stages:

Pre-clinical Stage (1-1.5 years): This stage focuses on fundamental medical sciences such as Anatomy, Physiology, and Biochemistry.

Para-clinical Stage (1.5-2 a long time): Understudies are presented to subjects like Pathology, Microbiology, Pharmacology, and Scientific Medication. Amid this stage, understudies moreover start their clinical postings in different divisions.

Clinical Stage (2 years): The final stage includes thorough clinical preparation in major disciplines like Medication, Surgery, Obstetrics and Gynecology, Pediatrics, and Community Medicine. Students participate in ward rounds, outpatient clinics, and surgeries under the supervision of senior doctors.

Internship (1 year): The final year is devoted to a pivoting internship where students work in different offices to gain hands-on experience in patient care.

Focal points of Considering MBBS in Delhi

Quality Instruction and Staff: Medical colleges in Delhi are known for their tall academic standards and experienced faculty members who are pioneers in their fields.

Clinical Introduction: Being a metropolitan city, Delhi features a different quiet populace, which gives understudies with broad clinical introduction to an assortment of medical conditions.

Research Openings: Teach like AIIMS and MAMC are eminent for their research offices. Students have ample opportunities to lock in on research ventures and contribute to medical science.

Organizing and Career Openings: Delhi's key area and notoriety attract medical experts and specialists from around the world. This gives students fabulous organising openings and a solid stage for future career prospects.

Foundation and Offices: The medical colleges in Delhi gloat state-of-the-art foundation, counting progressed laboratories, well-equipped clinics, and present day libraries.

Challenges Faced by MBBS Students in Delhi

Tall Competition: The admission process is exceedingly competitive due to the limited number of seats and the tall number of candidates.

Thorough Educational programs: The MBBS course is requesting, requiring long hours of ponder and clinical work, which can be physically and rationally debilitating.

Budgetary Burden: In spite of the fact that government therapeutic colleges have generally moo educational cost expenses, the fetch of living in Delhi can be high, including the monetary burden on understudies and their families.

Push and Mental Wellbeing Issues: The weight to exceed expectations scholastically and handle clinical obligations can lead to push and mental wellbeing issues among students.

Language Boundary: For students coming from non-Hindi talking locales, language can be a boundary at first, though most medical instruction is conducted in English.

Conclusion

Pursuing an MBBS in Delhi offers a mix of high-quality education, broad clinical exposure, and various career openings, making it an alluring choice for many trying specialists. However, it moreover comes with its set of challenges, counting serious competition and requesting educational modules. With assurance, difficult work, and versatility, students can successfully explore these challenges and rise as competent and compassionate medical experts prepared to contribute to the healthcare sector. Whether you point to home clinically, lock in in research, or seek after higher studies, an MBBS degree from Delhi lays a solid establishment for a satisfying medical career.

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The global thermoelectric generator market size was valued at USD 659.58 million in 2023, and is forecasted to reach USD 2010.5 million by 2033, growing at a CAGR of 11.8% from 2024 to 2033.

Introduction to the Thermoelectric Generator Market

The thermoelectric generator (TEG) market encompasses the design, manufacturing, and deployment of devices that convert heat energy into electrical power using the thermoelectric effect. TEGs offer a versatile and efficient solution for generating electricity from waste heat sources, industrial processes, and renewable energy sources, making them suitable for various applications across industries such as automotive, aerospace, power generation, and consumer electronics.

Key Features and Functionality

Thermoelectric generators operate based on the Seebeck effect, where a temperature difference across a semiconductor material generates an electric voltage. TEG modules consist of multiple thermoelectric elements connected in series and parallel configurations to maximize power output. When exposed to a temperature gradient, such as the difference between a hot exhaust gas and ambient air, TEGs produce a direct current (DC) output proportional to the temperature differential.

Market Drivers

Several factors drive the demand for thermoelectric generators:

Waste Heat Recovery: TEGs offer a promising solution for harnessing waste heat generated by various industrial processes, exhaust gases, and other heat sources that would otherwise be lost to the environment. By converting waste heat into electricity, TEGs enable energy efficiency improvements, cost savings, and environmental benefits for industries seeking to reduce their carbon footprint and energy consumption.

Automotive and Aerospace Applications: The automotive and aerospace industries utilize TEGs to improve fuel efficiency, reduce emissions, and enhance onboard power generation capabilities. TEGs can recover waste heat from vehicle exhaust systems, aircraft engines, and other thermal sources to supplement electrical power for auxiliary systems, cabin heating/cooling, and onboard electronics.

Remote Power Generation: TEGs provide a reliable and self-sustaining power generation solution for remote or off-grid applications where access to conventional power sources is limited or impractical. These include remote monitoring stations, telecommunications infrastructure, military installations, and unmanned aerial vehicles (UAVs), where TEGs offer an alternative to traditional batteries or diesel generators.

Growing Interest in Renewable Energy: As the global transition towards renewable energy sources accelerates, there's increasing interest in thermoelectric generators as a complementary technology for renewable energy systems. TEGs can utilize solar heat, geothermal heat, or biomass combustion heat to generate electricity, offering a reliable and scalable energy generation option in conjunction with solar panels, wind turbines, or other renewables.

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Transhumanism and Control: The NWO Agenda

Introduction Throughout history, those in power have cleverly used entertainment to control and distract the masses. The techniques may have evolved from ancient spectacles to today’s digital distractions, but the game remains the same. The New World Order (NWO) has honed this strategy into an art form. They use entertainment to shape public perception and dismantle societal norms. This keeps us…

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Triethylene Glycol Prices, Trend, Monitor, News & Forecast | ChemAnalyst

Triethylene Glycol (TEG) Prices: During the Quarter Ending December 2023

North America:

During the fourth quarter of 2023, the Triethylene Glycol (TEG) market in North America encountered a complex array of factors influencing pricing dynamics. A tight supply scenario, characterized by reduced TEG production and heightened demand from key downstream sectors like oilfield and plasticizer industries, defined the market landscape.

Elevated production costs, propelled by increased prices of feedstock such as Ethylene Oxide and Naphtha, added to the pricing pressures. Favorable economic indicators, including consecutive job growth and a stable unemployment rate, stimulated industrial activities, thereby driving up the demand for TEG. Towards the latter part of Q4 2023, TEG prices experienced a decline in November due to a drop in the price of vital feedstock Ethylene and decreased domestic production rates.

Challenges such as a shortage of natural gas pipelines, impacting TEG demand as a dehydration agent, and bottlenecks in the Panama Canal affecting shipments, contributed to heightened inventory levels within the country. Overall, the TEG market in North America grappled with supply constraints, increased demand from downstream sectors, and soaring production costs, all of which influenced prices in Q4 2023. The latest price of Triethylene Glycol FOB Houston in the USA for this quarter stands at USD 1089/MT.

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APAC:

In the final quarter of 2023, the Triethylene Glycol (TEG) market in the Asia-Pacific (APAC) region witnessed a blend of trends. The market encountered challenges stemming from a tight supply situation caused by disruptions in production, attributed to high-priced feedstock and reduced operating rates of TEG units, resulting in a moderate supply of TEG in the market. Demand for TEG remained at a low to moderate level, with increased off-takes from downstream sectors such as oilfield, plasticizer, and preservative industries. Economic conditions and geopolitical tensions in the region also played a role in shaping market dynamics.

In China, the TEG market experienced an upward trajectory during the quarter, characterized by rising prices due to persistent supply tightness and increased production costs driven by higher prices of feedstock, Ethylene Oxide, and Naphtha. Despite challenges such as reduced production activity and concerns over geopolitical conflicts impacting crude oil prices, demand from downstream sectors, particularly the oilfield segment, remained robust. Overall, the TEG market in the APAC region witnessed bullish sentiment in the second half of Q4 2023, marked by tight supply, moderate to high demand, and various economic and geopolitical factors influencing market dynamics. The latest price of Triethylene Glycol CFR Qingdao in China for the current quarter is USD 1214/MT.

Europe:

Triethylene Glycol (TEG) pricing in the European region during the final quarter of 2023 was influenced by several key factors. The market faced supply constraints, leading to tight availability of TEG primarily due to reduced operating rates of TEG units. There was a moderate to high demand for TEG from downstream industries, particularly in the oilfield and plasticizer sectors, although overall demand exhibited some fluctuations.

In Germany, significant changes in TEG prices were observed during the quarter, marked by a bearish trend in November with a substantial 3.5% decline. This downturn was driven by surplus availability of imported TEG in the German market and a decrease in demand from the oilfield sector due to a decline in European Natural Gas hubs. However, there was a modest improvement in demand from the plasticizer industries, and no plant shutdowns were reported during this period. The quarter-ending price for Triethylene Glycol CFR Hamburg in Germany was USD 1568/MT in the current quarter.

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Thermoelectric Generators (TEGs) harness temperature differentials to generate electricity. Utilizing materials like bismuth telluride and lead telluride, TEGs find applications in diverse sectors, including automotive, aerospace, industrial, consumer electronics, and healthcare.

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Staying Competitive: Managing Ethylene Oxide Production Costs in a Global Market

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Procurement Resource’s detailed report describes the stepwise consumption of material and utilities along with a detailed process flow diagram. Furthermore, the study assesses the latest developments within the industry that might influence Ethylene Oxide production cost, looking into capacity expansions, plant turnarounds, mergers, acquisitions, and investments.

Procurement Resource Assessment of Ethylene Oxide Production Process:

1. Ethylene Oxide Production Cost From Catalytic Reaction Between Ethylene and Oxygen: This report gives a summary of the production process and expense assessment for ethylene glycol industrial production in a ethylene glycol manufacturing plant. This method involves the utilization of silver metal as a catalyst to react ethylene and oxygen in a reactor. This reaction produces ethylene oxide, water, carbon dioxide, as well as heat. Then, these produced gases are cooled and scrubbed with water and potassium carbonate solution. This process dissolves ethylene oxide, which is then extracted from the solution by distillation.

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2. Ethylene Oxide Production Cost From Ethylene: This report provides an overview of the production process of and expense evaluation of ethylene glycol industrial production across ethylene glycol manufacturing plant. In this method, ethylene and oxygen are reacted with each other in a reactor at temperatures ranging from 200 to 300 degrees Celsius. Further, the obtained product undergoes cooling and scrubbing by using potassium carbonate as well as water. Lastly, ethylene oxide is separated from the solution via a desorption and distillation process.

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Product Definition:

Ethylene glycol is a chemical compound represented by the formula HOCH2CH2OCH2OH. This compound is a colorless and odorless thick liquid that has low toxicity. Ethylene glycol has various applications, including automobile and textile industries. Additionally, it has three types, namely Monoethylene Glycol (MEG), Diethylene Glycol (DEG), and Triethylene Glycol (TEG). MEG has numerous applications, such as being a chemical intermediate in the production of other chemicals like polyurethanes and phthalate plasticizers. It can also be used as a coolant and heat-transfer agent, antifreeze, precursor to polymers, among others. DEG, on the other hand, is an organic compound used mainly as a precursor to polymers and as a solvent. However, DEG is toxic and can cause damage to the kidneys, liver, and central nervous system. It can also irritate the skin. Lastly, TEG is a colorless and thick liquid that is soluble in water and has a sweet taste.

Market Drivers:

The ethylene glycol market is currently experiencing a surge in demand, primarily driven by the textile and automotive industries. This increased demand can be attributed to advancements in production technology, which have made bio-based ethylene glycol a more popular and viable option. As a result, the market is expected to witness significant growth during the forecast period. The textile industry is expected to be a major contributor to this growth as it continues to expand rapidly. Additionally, the PET resin industry is also expected to see considerable growth, which will result in greater consumption of ethylene glycol. The packaging industry has also experienced a significant uptick in growth due to the changes in consumer lifestyles. As more people opt for food containers and bottles made from PET, there will be an increased demand for MEG, further boosting the ethylene glycol market.

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