#thinking about them again: antoine and mick

[princemick-archive]

Bahrain 2020

[f1amboyant]

👀 I didn't expect you to actually respond and for me to be of any help 🥺 I'm glad I asked tho if only it helped you with the fleshing out of the idea 💜

Okay so for his first boyfriend I was tempted to ask for Pierre but apparently he's a friend here so it's out of question 😅 rip tho. What about someone older? Like I can see Daniel pulling something like that. Like he was fooling around with Charles because it's easy to play with a teen. But the Charles end up pregnant and he doesn't want to take responsibility for it so he leave him, and break his heart. (I can see something going like "what did you think? I was just playing with you, I never loved you") if not Daniel maybe someone unexpected like Mick or Lance or even George.

For the kids name I can help if you want to go with a French name. It will depend if you want one with a significance or if I can suggest more modern French name?

Because if we go classic then "Jules" would be the easy answer here. As a tribute to Jules Bianchi and also because it's a good name. But if you want other significant names then maybe something like Mattieu, Adrien, Lucas, François, Louis or Gabriel. I would've have also suggested Antoine but I'm not really sure about this one.

If you want something more current then maybe something like Enzo, Léo, Arthur or Raphaël (that's a classic that will never be outdated tbh).

Tell me what you think about the names i' a hope that helps you with it 💛

Single dad!Charles au ideas: 1, 2

Hi there! 💙

Your previous ask absolutely helped. I had no idea what to do with this AU, now I’m starting to get some ideas ✨ I even started writing a little bit 🫣

Douche boyfriend: I’m sorry to Pierre (and his fans) but he fits the douche boyfriend role TOO WELL. I can’t see anyone else in this place, so yep. It’s going to be Pierre. Now I need to find a new best friend for Charles 🤔. Maybe he doesn’t need a best friend. He has his mother and brothers with him. Maybe he can have a sort of best friend/older friend/mentor. I’m thinking Seb, that he met during his pregnancy at birthing classes and they bonded (in my mind, it’s an AU where mpreg is possible but still pretty rare so Charles was happy to find someone else like him). So yeah Pierre: douche boyfriend / Seb: older friend

Kid’s name: I like Gabriel. I like Arthur and Enzo but it’s Charles’ brothers names. But something like that would work if you have other ideas. Or I’ll keep Gabriel, I like it. Thank you for the suggestions 🥰

Thank you again for all those questions, they are truly helping. Keep them coming! ❤️

[findingfeathersseanchaidh]

Chapter 41: A Time to Escape

"The slime must be sensitive to the electromagnetic spectrum," frowned Rex, his head turning from one side of the group to the other.

"Pretty sure I just said that, Doctor Tyler," snarked Ray, who was growing increasingly uncomfortable under Mick's unblinking stare.

"Actually you said photosensitive, Doctor Palmer," replied Rex in a quiet, calm, level voice. "Sensitive to visible light. But visible light only makes up a tiny part of the electromagnetic spectrum. What if an organism could use more of it than just the visible?"

"Photosynthesis does usually peak in the blue part of the spectrum," agreed Professor Stein, "and why limit oneself to what little the human eye can detect?"

"The goop is blue," growled Mick, still not taking his eyes off Ray. "How does that fit in?"

"Photosynthesis peaks in the blue and red ends of the visible spectrum, Mister Rory," explained Rex. "At least on Earth. Meaning the plants there absorb light from either end of the spectrum but less so the middle. Light from the middle part of the spectrum gets reflected or transmitted through the leaf. Most of it is green."

"Like what we see?"

"Correct."

"And they don't use that?"

"Also correct."

"Get back to the blue."

"As you say, our plants appear green because they don't use as much green light. These organisms appear blue, presumably for the same reason. They do not use as much blue light. As the sun of this planet is a red giant, it makes sense. The light from our smaller, yellow sun gets bent in our atmosphere to appear mostly blue: that's why the sky looks blue. The light from this red giant doesn't bend so far. Or rather, bends the same, but from a more distant starting point. The sky here is yellow, fading to green at the horizons, and the temperature on the surface is much hotter during the day but much cooler at night, like a desert. Up on the surface the slime gets all the electromagnetic energy it needs during the day but at night..."

"Infrared radiation!" Jesse muttered, her face growing increasingly worried. "Uh-oh."

"Uh-oh? Why the uh-oh?" Mick rumbled, turning his attention to the girl. "Infrared's just heat, ain't it?"

"And now the slime is honing in on the closest heat sources," supplied Ray with a sigh of resignation. "Us."

"Us in general," agreed Jesse, edging backwards, her hand still loosely on Martin's arm. "More specifically: me."

"You? Why you?" Jax looked over with a blink.

"My speed gives me a high metabolism," she explained. "High metabolism, high body temperature."

"Well, that goop might be lookin' for a three course meal in this direction. Grey and I usually run hot as well, even when we're not being Firestorm!"

"Did you know about this?" Sara hissed into Rip's ear while the varied sounds of bickering, hypothesising and attempting to play peacemaker flitted across the tunnel.

"Do you honestly think I would have brought any of us out here if I did, Sara?" Rip hissed back, turning to catch her eyes. "An organism that's attracted to heat and I bring a pyromaniac, the human equivalent of nuclear fusion and a speedster into the heart of it? At night?"

"You knew about this planet. You know its history. It's future!" Sara peered into the glowing green orbs. Sometimes she could tell if he were hiding something from her, but not always. Not if he really wanted to shut her out. "You still think this was a better bet than the others?"

"Obviously not," snapped the captain, nose to nose with the assassin. "Clearly my information was flawed and had I had even the inkling of such a creature here I would rather have risked the timeline on Earth than choose a course of action I knew might end up like this!"

"I swear to God, Rip: if you are lying, or hiding stuff again..."

"I wouldn't, Sara!" He shook his head, holding her eyes all the while. "I swear! Not from you."

"You made Mick leave his gun."

"Hardly definitive proof! Besides: that's just about the one thing we could really do with right now. I doubt a laser pistol will be much use, and we're certainly not trying Doctor Palmer's photon blaster again! Even organisms that prefer the heat can only take so much of it!"

Sara's eyes unfocussed. "Heat. They prefer heat..."

"What?" Rip's eyes narrowed, trying to read her thoughts in her expression. His hand closest to the rock wall drifted up to her wrist, brushing his thumb back and forth across the underside. "What did I say? What are you thinking?"

"It's not the heat gun we need," she murmured, looking back up to him, her fingers uncurling unconsciously to intertwine with his, "it's the cold gun. Leonard's gun. It's in the armoury. But there's no way to get to it, or get it here."

Rip stared down at her, then his gaze turned off to the side, to the rest of the group. "Maybe there is."

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The days were lengthening into summer, but Leonard still hadn't located Fulcher or pulled together a plan for his rescue. This wasn't like the slave ship in Acre: he couldn't just storm in and hope for the best. Back there they were the bad guys and he was the white knight. Here, he was surrounded by white knights, literally! He had been forced to tread carefully, and when it came to careful, Leonard could tread like a cat. He had managed to keep Brother Odo and Astralabe out of it so far, using them only as guards over his newest toy: the labyrinth. Only Brother Antoine knew his progress and his plans. The chamber Antoine had suggested to him had not been the right one, but that had taken time to find out and had required the cultivation of his tepid friendship with the Templar who had discovered him.

Leonard had met with André more often since his so-called retreat from the community. Probably more of a retreat than most, he thought every time the phrase 'so-called' echoed in his brain. He had been alone with himself, his thoughts and his beliefs. He could have prayed, had he been the praying type, but even as Guillaume he had been sure religion was not for him: it was simply a way to fit in fast in a new and unfamiliar world. Although, he did like the sung services. The chanting of the priests and monks was... Well, it was peaceful, in a way. It gave his mind time to think without the clutter of everything else. So had the labyrinth. Free time in the growing heat of spring had been a burden made easier by the task of exploring the remainder of the chilly labyrinth. It had hidden him away from the heat and the world. It had given him a sanctuary, watched over by friends. And it had reminded him what the best kind of friend was: the friend with power.

André had power.