#Advanced SAP Training

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Best SAP ABAP Course in Pune| Connecting Dots ERP

The SAP ABAP course in Pune is designed to provide in-depth knowledge of ABAP programming, essential for building and customizing SAP applications. With hands-on training from industry experts, students gain practical expertise in real-world projects. This course is ideal for those seeking SAP certification in Pune to enhance their technical skills and career prospects. The program includes advanced modules tailored to meet industry requirements. Enroll now for comprehensive learning and placement support to secure top IT roles.

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ProExcellency SAP S/4HANA Public Cloud Training: Embrace the ERP cloud more actively and constructively In this current business climate, it is essential for an organization to be able to leverage technology to be relevant or competitive in the market. As S/4HANA Public Cloud is one of the best ERP cloud solutions, it provides advanced technology to business inEnhance processes, productivity, and overall business forward regardless of SAP S/4HANA Public Cloud Training targets fully implementing this technology to business practitioners. It equips one with the necessary information and skills one to undertake this. For what reason s did you select SAP S/4HANA Public Cloud? SAP S/4HANA Public Cloud integrates the best of SAP’s ERP systems with the economy and history of the cloud. With SAP S/4HANA, key business areas like finance, sales, and manufacturing or supply chain management can be executed in real time. There’s a lot more that the public cloud provides including low IT maintenance, able to receive updates quarterly thereby allowing companies to remain competitive and flexible What will you gain that is specifically not available with other trainers offering ProExcellency's training programs? ProExcellency offers an integrated and practical approach to SAP S/4HANA Public Cloud learning. The training program is well designed considering the industry professionals who have worked with SAP for years and have practical knowledge of business operations.

Elevate your career further with the help of ProExcellency’s SAP S/4HANA Public Cloud Training. It is a course that will equip all the professionals who wish to head the new trends in real-time in the modern age of the cloud! SAP S/4HANA Public Cloud is the most advanced cloud-based ERP platform that is transforming the business scene with faster operations, better scalability, and the greatest insight availability. Our program primes you to make the most of the beneficial aspect of this enormous system by using a hands-on approach to various modules such as finance, procurement, supply chain, etc. Think about dealing with complicated information, creating great reports, and connecting with other applications – all in a flash and totally in the cloud. ProExcellency through its online and live courses trains students to change any organization digitally within the relevant fields. From methods for implementing cloud architecture to applying big data, we have everything to make sure you are relevant in today’s digital marketplace. Whether you are a beginner in technology or an experienced SAP specialist wanting to narrow your skills, our format through the online allows you to emerge yourself in training as mobile sessions, lab, and community support are readily available. With ProExcellency, you don’t just acquire SAP S/4HANA Public Cloud, but also the ability to fully utilize the software in the realm of ERP. Come and be at the forefront of gaining a competitive advantage.

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Real Businesses Achieving Success with SAP Solutions

In today’s competitive business environment, organizations must adopt innovative solutions to streamline operations and enhance productivity. Hartmans SAP Consultancy specializes in guiding companies toward success with SAP solutions. These solutions have transformed countless businesses by optimizing processes, improving data management, and empowering employees. In this blog, we will highlight real businesses that have achieved significant success with SAP and explore how SAP Implementation & Integration, Master Data Management, and Advanced SAP Training have played vital roles in their journeys.

The Impact of SAP Solutions

SAP (Systems, Applications, and Products in Data Processing) is a leading enterprise resource planning (ERP) software that integrates various business functions into a cohesive system. By leveraging SAP, organizations can achieve enhanced visibility into their operations, automate repetitive tasks, and make informed decisions based on real-time data. This comprehensive approach not only reduces inefficiencies but also drives growth and innovation.

Case Study: Company A – Streamlined Operations through SAP Implementation

Company A, a mid-sized manufacturing firm, faced challenges with manual processes that hampered productivity and led to errors. Recognizing the need for change, they partnered with Hartmans SAP Consultancy for SAP Implementation & Integration. Our team conducted a thorough assessment of their existing workflows and tailored the SAP system to fit their specific needs.

The implementation resulted in significant improvements. With automated processes and centralized data, Company A reduced production lead times by 30%. Employees could access real-time information, enabling them to respond quickly to customer inquiries and streamline order fulfillment. This transformation not only enhanced operational efficiency but also led to higher customer satisfaction and retention rates.

Case Study: Company B – Mastering Data with MDM

Company B, a retail company, struggled with inconsistent product data across multiple systems, leading to confusion among staff and customers. To address this challenge, they engaged Hartmans SAP Consultancy to enhance their Master Data Management (MDM) practices using SAP solutions.

Through our expertise, Company B established a centralized data governance framework, ensuring that all product information was accurate and consistent across platforms. The result was remarkable. Inventory discrepancies decreased by 40%, and employees could trust the data they used for decision-making. This newfound data integrity enabled Company B to optimize its inventory management and reduce excess stock, resulting in cost savings and improved profitability.

Case Study: Company C – Empowering Employees with Advanced SAP Training

Company C, a financial services firm, recognized that their team needed to enhance their skills to maximize the benefits of their SAP system. They partnered with Hartmans SAP Consultancy to implement Advanced SAP Training programs for their employees.

Our training sessions were designed to meet the varying levels of expertise within the organization. From foundational knowledge for new users to advanced courses on specific SAP functionalities, the training empowered employees to utilize the system effectively. As a result, productivity increased by 25%, and the team was better equipped to leverage SAP’s analytics capabilities for strategic decision-making.

Key Takeaways

The success stories of Company A, Company B, and Company C illustrate the transformative power of SAP solutions. Whether through effective SAP Implementation & Integration, robust Master Data Management, or comprehensive Advanced SAP Training, businesses can unlock the full potential of their SAP systems. Here are some key takeaways for organizations considering SAP solutions:

Invest in Proper Implementation: A well-executed implementation is critical for realizing the benefits of SAP. Engage experts to tailor the system to your specific needs, ensuring seamless integration with existing workflows.

Prioritize Data Management: Maintaining accurate and consistent data is essential for informed decision-making. Implementing strong MDM practices can reduce discrepancies and enhance operational efficiency.

Empower Your Workforce: Continuous training and development are crucial for maximizing the potential of SAP solutions. Investing in employee training fosters confidence and competence, driving productivity and innovation.

Conclusion

SAP solutions have proven to be a game-changer for businesses looking to enhance efficiency, improve data management, and empower their workforce. By partnering with Hartmans SAP Consultancy, organizations can embark on a transformative journey that leads to measurable success.If you’re ready to take your business to the next level with SAP solutions, reach out to us today. Our team of experts is here to guide you through the process of SAP Implementation & Integration, establish effective Master Data Management practices, and provide Advanced SAP Training tailored to your organization’s unique needs. Together, we can achieve remarkable results and set your business on a path to long-term success.

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Empower IT Trainings is the Best SAP Online Trainings Institute for SAP Successfactors CORE Employee Central, ADVANCED EC, EC Payroll, Performance and Goals Management, Compensation and Variable Pay, Recruiting Management and Onboarding, Learning Management System, Succession and Career Development, SAP HR and SAP HCM Online Training across the globe which provides the best SAP SF Online Training real-time project-oriented training in Australia, UAE, UK, USA, Qatar, Singapore, Malaysia, Canada, France, India, Hyderabad, Chennai, Bengaluru, Noida, Mumbai, Pune, Delhi, Kolkata, Trivandrum, Vijayawada, Vizag, Ahmedabad, Surat, Chandigarh, Jaipur

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What is the purpose of SAP Fiori apps?

The purpose of SAP Fiori apps is to provide a user-friendly and intuitive interface for accessing and interacting with SAP systems. These apps are designed to enhance user productivity and simplify complex business processes by delivering a consistent and responsive user experience across different devices.

SAP Fiori apps offer a role-based approach, tailoring the user interface and functionalities to specific user roles and tasks. They provide a personalized and context-aware experience, enabling users to quickly access the information and functions relevant to their job responsibilities.

With SAP Fiori apps, users can perform various tasks such as approving requests, managing workflows, accessing reports and analytics, and carrying out day-to-day operations seamlessly. The apps are built using the SAPUI5 framework, ensuring a consistent look and feel across all applications.

By joining the free live demo with Anubhav Oberoy, the no.1 SAP trainer, participants can gain practical insights into SAP Fiori apps.

They can see firsthand how these apps improve user experience, boost productivity, and simplify complex business processes. Anubhav Oberoy, with his expertise in SAPUI5 and Fiori, can provide valuable demonstrations, and explanations, and answer any queries related to SAP Fiori apps.

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Ho bisogno del vostro aiuto, quindi vi chiedo un cortese reblog, e se volete, aiutarmi su altre piattaforme al di fuori di Tumblr, dove ve pare, tutto il materiale riportato qui è pubblico. Please, I need your help to "spread the word", so thank you in advance for your kind reblog, even on other platforms, you can share with no restrictions.

Hi,

SAP, my company, is searching for students that are willing to get a Bachelor in Computer Science, called VT/STAR, Vocational Training. I'm adding here all the details and the links, but let me recap why it's a great thing for you.

The Bachelor is a 3-years program and you get paid while you study!!! First year, 1.300 EUR per month, then 1.450, and finally 1.600 EUR.

You have full access to all SAP facilities in the Campus, like the canteen, the sport gym and many other social places, with no costs on your side.

The Vocational Program is intended to hire young people, so once you complete your Bachelor, you pass the exams, the chances are quite high to be hired in SAP and start your career there.

The whole program is paid 100% by SAP. In detail:

this is not for German students, this is for any EU non-German student that is willing to start a Bachelor program intended to hire a future developer/data scientist/AI expert. For any EU citizen, this Bachelor program has no costs on your side, you just come and start.

for any non-EU citizen, you're charged for a one-time-only 1.500 EUR entry fee, and that's it.

Just to be transparent, the company does not cover any costs due to the relocation to Walldorf, Germany, those are on you.

The Bachelor start on September, 1st, every year, you need to go through an interview and pass an entry test, there's no deadline for your application, but if you apply once the program has already started and you pass it, you'll be in the line for the next year automatically.

You can read all the details in the link below, I'm just rephrasing two of the points you'll read there.

Excellent written and spoken English => no, you just need the English required to study a STEM discipline, we don't need any future Shakespeare, you don't need to bring any English certification, you'll prove your knowledge at the interview, that's it. No German language is required!

Programming skills in at least one programming language => you don't need to be a senior, you don't need to be an expert, you just need to have some basic knowledge about what coding means, what is OOP, and some other basic computer programming concepts. If you have ever written a simple program on your own, I mean, something on the educational level, chances are that you can fit the program.

Here you can find all the information you need:

And here you can apply for it:

In case you need any other detail or you have more questions, please write me a message.

Good luck! :)

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Backdrop: Life had been mundane until you met Clark Kent.

Pairing: clark kent x fem!reader

Warnings: None, probably some grammatical errors and a little sadness if you’re a sap like me.

A's notes: inspired by ariana grande’s new album eternal sunshine, i’ll be doing a series of one shots based on the songs. they’ll be in no particular order and will be written for other characters but some will be featured more than once if they fit the song i’m writing about. ‘we cant be friends’ has me crying whenever i watch the video and i tear up a lot listening to it so enjoy this train wreck of a story.

Word count: 3.8k

For as long as you could remember, life was nothing special. It wasn’t horrible but you woke up most days simply doing work and trying to advance your career. Your life was mundane and filled with memories of you alone after moving to Metropolis. That was until you met him. Clark Kent. You had bumped into each other on your way into the Daily Planet for an interview. Well, it was actually you bumping into his broad chest and him catching you before you hit the marble floor. The softness in his deep ocean blue eyes were what made your heart do something it had never done. It felt like a pull in your chest that you hadn’t felt before. As if the universe made sense. Once you finally registered his apologies, you came to your senses and tried to apologize for not watching where you were going. Then he smiled. Now your stomach fluttered. That was not something your body usually did when it came to people. After he introduced himself, it was as if the world had color to it again.

It would be an understatement to say that you fell for Clark Kent. You deeply fell for Clark. Words could not express the love you instantly felt for him. And he fell just as hard for you. When he revealed his true identity to you, it only solidified the endless bounty of your love for him since he was willing to trust you with every part of himself that he didn’t share with the rest of the world. Life seemed to finally be worth living and getting up for. Every morning you rose with the sun and slowly forgot about those meek feelings that used to fill your body.

It wasn’t hard for the two of you to make some of the happiest memories together. Your then-apartment had been littered with trinkets that marked your happiest moments with Clark. Like the teddy bear he won for you when he took you to a carnival in his Kansas hometown. Or the homemade picture frame that had a silly selfie Clark took of the two of you while at work. Once you moved in together, the apartment you shared was filled with more memories the two of you made together. As a house warming gift, he presented you with a beautiful pendant necklace with both your birthstones that came together to make a heart. It’s a necklace you wear everyday and became a reminder that someone loved you unconditionally. When he proposed to you atop the ferris wheel, the ring was designed to match the necklace. Your wedding was small and intimate with just friends and family in attendance on the Kent family farm. It was the highlight of your life to be marrying the man of your dreams.

Life wasn’t always perfect with Clark though. Sharing your boyfriend (and eventual husband) with the world was not the easiest task to undertake but when he came home to you, those insecurities subsided. But those pesky feelings still lingered. Feelings of being unwanted and insecurities plagued the back of your mind. Besides, the Daily Planet constantly wrote puff pieces of his alter ego - with a few being written by you. As time passed and the world became more cruel, it became harder to keep those thoughts hidden. Little by little, those insecurities reared their ugly heads that led to some of the lowest of lows in your life since meeting Clark. He didn’t seem to understand why you were feeling as such and justified his work that it was his life’s purpose. And you didn’t seem to understand why he couldn’t empathize with your feelings. You stood by him through thick and thin. Through the good, the bad, and the ugly that came with being Superman. You weren’t perfect either, though. You were an ambitious reporter and were climbing up in your career at the Daily Planet. Your work also came with some ugliness as you advanced in your career. This meant that the two of you were in the spotlight for your work. Two very different spotlights but spotlights nonetheless.

It hit particularly hard the one argument that ensued after he missed your first wedding anniversary. It was an important milestone that you had planned out for weeks. You had made reservations at the restaurant you had your first date on and he didn’t make an appearance until the morning hours of the following day. You had looked like a fool at the restaurant; patrons giving you looks of pity as you sipped on your water and twiddled your thumbs like a fool waiting for him. When he greeted you with a bouquet of lilies - the first drop of uneasiness touched your chest. You weren’t happy to see him. To see his sweet face you’d kissed good morning the morning before. To see his ocean eyes that carried such sincerity because he had broken a promise to you. He could see that he couldn’t avoid a fight with you because you didn’t look at him with love. Your eyes were filled with disappointment. The argument that ensued ended with him leaving for most of the day as you sobbed into your pillow. When he had returned you had awoken only to softly cry yourself to sleep again.

It took two days for the two of you to speak again and work through the argument. You both tried to be more mindful and quickly moved on from the unhappy moment. A part of you was content with the conversation and hopeful for what was to come with Clark. It wasn’t the first fight you two had but it was the first that hurt you so deeply.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the day you had asked for a divorce from Clark. It wasn’t something you planned but it wasn’t something you hadn’t contemplated in the recent year after your third wedding anniversary. It had come out of your mouth after another argument that was going nowhere. You had argued about how you were growing apart - how you had taken time off after planning to go away for a small vacation just the two of you and he wasn’t putting in the effort. He had come home late but it wasn’t because of him being Superman. It was because he worked late with Lois Lane on a story after he had told you that morning he’d be home to go on the trip. You were prepared to forgive him if it was because of his Superman duties but this was the last straw.

You weren’t the jealous type but even at work, it seemed like the two of you barely spoke as the years progressed. He got paired up with Lois for more stories and you didn’t like the sinking twist of your stomach whenever you saw Clark with her. They looked cute together and probably the office assumed he was sleeping with her given how flirty they tended to be (at least she was). The first time he noticed how much it bothered you, he assured you with his words and actions that he felt nothing for the reporter. He went as far as to give you a passionate kiss in the middle of the office, in front of Lois, as you bid him goodbye to go to an interview for a story you were writing. It had made you weak in the knees and you were close to pulling him into the archives room to continue the passion but you simply blushed and told him you loved him with the most love struck smile on your face. That squashed those insecurities for a while until you started noticing how close they’d sit together while brainstorming or how he began to stay later with her to work on a story. You tried not to be the jealous wife but you couldn’t help the green monster that was building on your fears and insecurities. The few times you brought it up afterwards, Clark was dismissive about your feelings. It hurt you. Hurt how little he seemed to care about your feelings.

From there, arguments were becoming more common. Filled with silence or one of you leaving the apartment for some time. It had become common practice to not speak to each other and eventually move on from the argument. You hated that your marriage had come to this point. After the last argument, you had left the apartment this time. You checked into a hotel and went to the bar for a drink. You looked at your ring and a tear ran down your cheek realizing that it didn’t give you hope. It didn’t give you the feeling you were hoping for because deep down, you knew that you couldn’t continue in the marriage if it wasn’t going to be mended. You had run the course of the marriage and it pained you. When you returned two days later, Clark was making lunch for both of you. He was prepared to go on the trip and put the argument behind. Your heart was racing because you didn’t want to do this. You didn’t want to end something you had hoped would never end but it had to end. You needed to be the one to make Clark realize that the two of you weren’t going to get the happy ending. Not with each other. You were prepared for him to be upset and yell and express every reasonable emotion. When you uttered those terrible words, he simply froze and you could see his heart shatter from the look he gave you because he knew you were going to see the divorce through. The day ended with you packing your things and going back to the hotel, retaining a divorce lawyer and hunting for apartments. You had managed to find a job as a journalist for a small paper and put in your two weeks at the Daily Planet. By the end of it all, all you gave Clark was a letter asking for forgiveness for ending your marriage. Detailing all the love you had for him was genuine and would always remain but that for now, your paths had to separate. You ended the letter acknowledging that the two of you couldn’t be friends but that you’d wait for that day to come. Wait for the day that he’d like you again. You’d wait for his love again.

Clark’s heartbreak was just about close to unbearable as he didn’t pull his punches during missions and even Bruce had to pull him back from time to time. He had clung to that letter you wrote him and cried so hard the day he received it. Beating himself up for letting one of the most important people in his life feel the need to cut ties with him. Letting you feel like you had to end your story together. You weren’t fairing much better. For the first few months, you were crying yourself to sleep almost daily. Life had become mundane and when you thought of Clark, it became sad and lonely. You hated the pain you felt in your chest that had spread to your whole body.

A coworker at your new job had seen how sad you were about your divorce and handed you an ad about Wayne Enterprises having technology that claimed to erase people from your memory. A part of you didn’t think such a thing existed but you knew Bruce wouldn’t build something if it didn’t work. When Bruce Wayne saw your name on the list of possible subjects, he reached out to you. Meaning, he paid a visit at your current apartment that was now closer to Gotham. You had known Bruce through Clark and knew of his alter-ego as well. Batman had actually saved you a few times when you were in Gotham chasing leads and doing interviews. When he first met you, Clark and you had been together for a year and had been invited to one of Bruce’s fancy charity events. He had seen how in love you two were. He hadn’t seen Clark so happy before you came into his life and he could see the adoration you held for the Kryptonian. Clark had even said to him that night that he was going to marry you. It warmed his heart to see how happy you two had made each other in such a short period of time.

You had ironically decided to have the procedure done on what would’ve been your fourth wedding anniversary. You looked down at the box that contained every memory attached to Clark. The receptionist had handed you a clipboard with a waiver to sign; giving Wayne Enterprises permission to move forward with the process. A nurse came out to call your name and you handed her the clipboard. She brought you inside and took the box of your memories. You sat down and took deep breaths, the nurse giving you a few minutes as she left to get he others for the procedure. You looked around at the room, it was meant to look comfortable given the severity of the process. There was a mirror on the wall to your right. You figured it was part of the original room and that maybe on the other side were boxes of other people’s memories.

On the other side of the mirror, Clark stood looking at your nervous self that waited for the technicians to arrive. Bruce had elected to do the procedure himself for his friend after informing him that you had signed up for it yourself. Clark had come in on the same day per Bruce’s request since he figured it was best for it to be done on the same day for the both of you. Clark had come in with a box full of memories connected to you. Pictures that he had of you and different items you had gotten him through the years such as the bracelet you made for him while he was away on a mission with the Justice League. You had put beads with your initials on the bracelet and just like you wore your necklace, he wore his bracelet. The box also contained a picture he had taken of you out on his parent’s farm the weekend he brought you home to meet Ma Kent. The box unsurprisingly contained a great deal of pictures of you that he took. Some silly ones, cute ones, romantic and his most cherished one was at the top of the pile. It was a picture of the two of you kissing on your wedding day. Clark had taken it himself with his digital camera he carried everywhere with him. His other favorite picture was one of you under the covers, smiling and looking so peaceful and happy as he took the picture, wearing one of his flannels. It was taken the morning after he proposed to you. You had a picture of Clark in your box that you had taken a few seconds after he took that photo. He didn’t want to put anything in the box and be selfish but he knew for it to work, he had to follow Bruce’s instruction. The one item that wasn’t in the box was the letter you wrote him after your divorce. The one that solidified your parting of ways. He gave the letter to Bruce and told him wished he hadn’t made you feel so hurt that you had to do this.

With that, the billionaire decided to tell his friend that this wasn’t the first time the two of you had gone through this procedure. Two years prior to the two of you meeting, you both had been together for three years and had a great falling out that ended the relationship. It was enough to bring the both of you, at separate times, to him and ask to have your memories of each other erased. Bruce wanted to tell you but the sadness reflected in your eyes was enough to keep his mouth shut. Maybe deep down you knew that this wasn’t the first time you wanted to erase Clark from your life. You loved him so deeply that the only way for life to move forward again, he had to be erased. Clark didn’t realize he was crying as he heard his friend recount the first time you two had come in and watched you play with the pendant necklace he gave you when you moved in together. He still remembers how nervous he was to gift it to you; worried it was not going to be your style. He remembers how his heart leaped when you squealed with joy at the present. His heart felt heavy knowing you still wore the necklace despite being divorced. It was bittersweet hope that maybe you’d be able to try again without having to do this. He wanted to break through the window and beg you not to forget him but he knew that once your mind was made up, you saw it through. So, he sat down and asked Bruce to erase his memories of your relationship. All Clark wanted was for you to be happy. If that meant erasing him, he would learn to live with that.

As you closed your eyes, recounting the countless memories you had made with Clark for the last five years, it was hard to hold back the few tears that wet your cheeks. Your breathing got heavy as Clark disappeared from your life. Your fingers reached for your necklace - the remaining piece of the love you were erasing from your entire being. You looked at the nurses beside you, asking with teary eyes if you could keep just this one memory for yourself. You softly begged them as one nurse held your hand and told you that it was going to be okay, that the process was almost complete. You took in a shaky breath and closed your eyes as your fingers cling to the pendant; feeling the final memory of Clark’s ocean eyes fade.

When you opened your eyes again, you were slightly disoriented but greeted with the kind face of the nurse. She asked if you were okay and you smiled. You knew whatever just happened, it worked because there was a lightness in your chest. It felt as though you were brand new. As you stood from the chair, you thanked everyone. Without noticing, Bruce Wayne had come in to the room to congratulate you on the success of the procedure. You thanked the billionaire and went about your day. You took in the crisp afternoon air of Gotham and headed back your apartment. Clark came out the building a few minutes after you.

A few years later, life was certainly different. You had landed a job working for the Gotham Gazette as the lead investigative reporter and had made a name for yourself. You were content with life but there was something missing. At night, you found yourself out on dates that never led anywhere. On the nights where it was particularly bad, you phoned your billionaire friend Bruce Wayne whom you grew closer to in the following years with working at the Gazette. He became a confidant for your woes and wishes of your life. Bruce had come to deeply care about you after you had the procedure. Part of the reason was because Clark asked him to look out for you since he wouldn’t be able to. He couldn’t help to grow close to you because you were that type of soul that brought a warmth and comfort he hadn’t felt since he lost his parents.

Clark had focused on his work in the following years of his procedure. He had struck a relationship with his coworker, Lois Lane. They had been together for three years but it wasn’t working. Mainly because Clark hadn’t felt he could spend his life with her. She was beautiful, smart, ambitious and just about everything he could ask for in a partner but there was something missing. He couldn’t put his finger on it and quite frankly it killed him to continue in a relationship he knew wasn’t going to end in marriage.

Bruce had invited you to his charity event to raise money for the orphaned children of Gotham. He always invited you since he knew it could be good for networking for you and every now and then, you would get a date out of it. Clark and the other Justice League members were in attendance for this event as they knew this was an important cause for Bruce. Clark had just broken up with Lois the week prior and had been sulking, He originally wasn’t going to attend the event but Bruce and the others convinced him that a night out would be good for him.

A couple of hours into the event and you find yourself feeling out of place. Especially with the dress you chose; it was from a thrift shop you had found in Gotham and it had more of a bohemian look to it rather than the posh aura the other attendees wore. Bruce had checked in with you a few times to make sure you were okay; knowing how intense the scene of the Gotham elite could be and assuring you in the process of how beautiful you looked. You found yourself at the bar, grabbing what seemed to be your fifth flute of champagne for the night. Your spacial awareness was starting to go so it wasn’t surprising when you bumped into a large figure at your side, spilling some of your drink on him. You were a mess apologizing to the man. You were expecting him to make fuss but it was a pleasant surprise when you heard him softly chuckling at you. You were flushed with embarrassment but when you stared into the eyes of the man, your heart stopped. Meeting his deep blue eyes spread a warmth the champagne earlier hadn’t achieved. His heart also seemed to stop upon meeting your gaze. Your eyes made him feel like he had finally come home after a long journey of searching.

To continue having you in his presence, he joked that you owed him a dance in order to make up for ever so slightly wetting the sleeve of his navy blue suit. Hearing the slight mischievous tone only made you laugh in agreement, a sound he already found addicting. When he pulled you close to him, you hoped he couldn’t hear how hard your heart was beating. As you followed his lead, you relaxed and he took the opportunity to ask for your name.

“Y/N.”

“Clark.”

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TAILSPIN. ‖ ghost x soap

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✎ cw: Alternate Universe - Fantasy / Medieval, Dragon Riders, Military Inaccuracies, Military Training, Military Ranks, Mentor/Protégé, Teacher-Student Relationship, Power Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Size Difference, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Claiming Bites, Animalistic, Animal Instincts, Scent Marking, Nesting (No Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics), Swordfighting, Bondage and Discipline, Size Kink, Soul Bond, Top Simon "Ghost" Riley, Bottom John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley is Bad At Feelings, Touch-Starved, Touch Aversion, Sexual Tension, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Denial of Feelings, Control Issues, Hand & Finger Kink, Loss of Virginity, Rimming, Finger Sucking, Fingerfucking, Anal Sex, Roughhousing, Play Fighting, Porn With Plot, Getting to Know Each Other, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Daddy Issues, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Only royalty could bond with a dragon. That is, until a shepherd’s boy does what was once thought impossible and claims a dragon for himself. Now the shepherd's boy must undergo training and learn the ways of dragon-riding. Under the strict tutelage of a mysterious masked man known only as Ghost who was as stern just as much as he was difficult to please. But as the training progresses, only does disdain turn into curiosity. As the shepherd’s boy becomes more… inquiring. There was more to Ghost than meets the eye and the shepherd’s boy was determined to find out more.

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No one knew where dragons came from, or how long they coincided with humanity for that matter. Or even how humans were able to bond with them. Souls bound, intertwined like woven thread. There were many tales, many explanations. But none were conclusive or universally accepted. But his favorite one was told as such:

There was a time long past where fantasy and reality were one in the same. Where one’s wildest imaginations were not contrived from a mind’s eye but were recounts of experiences, lived and learned. Myths were not misconstrued, legends were not just tall tales. A time where man was not on top of the food chain. Mythological creatures of yore and yonder were a part of the natural ecosystem. Trolls, golems, mermaids, goblins, centaurs, unicorns, basilisks, dragons — all were not fiction but fact. They walked amongst men, they hunted men. They were magical and fantastical — for their origins were magical and fantastical; primordial. They were here before mankind. Appeared right when the peridexion tree did, in the far past where time was once obsolete.

On the verge of extinction, humanity sought sanctuary. Deep in the forests where the peridexion tree grew. In its shadow, underneath its canopy, only did mankind find safety, find shelter in such a hostile world. Fed by the fruit it borne, fueled the man-made fires by the sap it bleed, supplied weapons carved from its branches, and clothes and textiles woven from its leaves. From the wind that rustled the tree’s canopy, did the susurrations whisper to humanity  —  knowledge: language, mathematics, alchemy, and sorcery.

In the peridexion tree’s embrace, by its generosity, only did humankind learn, survive and thrive. Only under its canopy, did mankind advance. They developed the fundamentals of a firstborn society: a common tongue, written language, trade, architecture, agriculture — the domestication of unicorns —  and art. Humankind built communities then cities and then kingdoms. Developed social systems and political structures. Now such mythical beasts, once worshipped and feared, were slain as just any other animal. They became delicacies, alchemical ingredients, cataclysms, and trophies. Rites of courage and trials of cowardice. 

But not all had humble beginnings nor did they live an honest life. There were beings of opportunity and overabundance; greed. Dragons. Who gnawed at the roots of the peridexion tree, over-plucked the tree’s fruits, used its branches and leaves for nesting material, and endlessly snacked on mankind. Worst of all, they burned down and destroyed mankind’s developing cities, and humankind with it, into nothing but ash and cinder. It was nothing but sport, for fun. Once again, putting humanity at the verge of endangerment.

It was underneath the same canopy, where the winds tousled, that the peridexion tree whispered to humanity an ancient ritual. A blood ritual that would be powerful enough to bind a dragon’s soul. It was here that a great reaping was sown. Where a sea of blood was spilled. And the dragons were punished and tethered to humanity for eternity; their souls bound and linked. But such powerful creatures that were an embodiment of magic themselves, were not so helpless against such a ritual. Though still bound to humanity, they only bonded with those deemed worthy enough. Those that could handle a draconian soul. Those chosen by dragons lead their fellows to greatness.

Soon servitude turned to companionship. Only with their help did humankind recover and blossom further. Built kingdoms and societies bigger than before. That spanned far beyond the tree’s reach. Towards lands untouched and divided by great seas. There was peace and prosperity for a time. From which dragons and mankind, as one, were maintainers of the natural order. But it was through that time, with souls intertwined, that the dragons' greed and destructive nature had influenced the hearts of mankind, for the hearts of mankind were, too, just as wicked. Peace turned to war, cooperation turned to bitter rivalry, humility turned to selfishness, and the maintenance of nature turned to the conquering of land, sea and sky.

Once mere companions, now dragons were weapons. Proprietors of death and fire.

A great war started. Turning order into chaos, men against men, dragons against dragons. The world burned, and with it, so did the peridexion tree. Until it was nothing but ash and cinder. Magic was gone, and the magical creatures that once roamed the world seemingly disappeared. Unicorns lost their horns, turning into what were now simple horses. Alchemy and sorcery became meaningless. 

Without the peridexion tree, what was left of civilization could not recover fully. What remained of humankind struggled to survive; beset with such that were never experienced before under the peridexion tree’s canopy; plagues, pestilence, famine, drought, earthquakes, hurricanes and flooding. Even dragons, once plentiful, were on the verge of extinction. Never to fully recount their numbers over the ages past, not like humankind did. What remained of them were only bonded to those deemed worthy, divine. Those chosen few became royalty, ruling over their land. Dragons were symbols of power, of prestige. And only through the royalty’s conservation efforts did dragons not completely die out. 

But even then, eventually, dragons, too, will cease to exist. With the death of the peridexion tree, came the death of magic. And with the death of magic, bore the slow death of dragons. For they too were entirely magic.

Or... so it was told. 

More so, it was what his grandfather had regaled him as a young boy through his storytelling. Of a time long past where fantasy and reality were one in the same. Where one’s wildest imaginations were not contrived from a mind’s eye but were recounts of experiences, lived and learned. Myths were not misconstrued, legends were not just tall tales. A time where man was not on top of the food chain. Mythological creatures of yore and yonder were a part of the natural ecosystem. Perhaps it was derived in truth, perhaps it was not. Perhaps it was to explain the unexplainable. Why such unnatural creatures were common in heraldry and old texts. In culture and tales. Perhaps like any other, it was a way to explain origins. Why dragons lived amongst men in the past and now, in the present. And why such fearsome and ferocious beasts became scarcer and scarcer. Only reserved and kept by the chosen few.

But such thinking was beyond his necessity, beyond his purpose. Such questions were reserved for the philosophers and priests to mull over and find meaning. For he was nothing but a simple shepherd. And all that was needed of him was to tend to his family’s sheep, lead them to grazing grounds and protect them from predators. A simple living for a good and honest son. So with his shepherd’s crook in hand and his farm hound at his heel did he lead his herd of sheep out to pasture on top of a hill by the forest’s edge.  

There, he would rest under the old oak tree on top of the hill and eat his lunch while his sheep grazed as always. A filled water skin and a small satchel where a wrapped handkerchief held nuts, strips of venison jerky, dried fruit, and ewe cheese for him, a bone for his hound, all packed by his mother.  Then under the oak tree, would he rest. Lay in the cool shade, daydreaming, with his hound curled near his feet; sometimes even a few sheep joined him. All while he filled the pages of his journal with sketches of all kinds and strings of written text. An activity far above his stature. Too sophisticated for a shepherd, his father would say, one he had no business indulging in. 

All he needed to know and do was to take care of the sheep, for without them, the family would lose everything. So he did what was told of him, what was expected of him. He led the sheep back onto that overgrown hill, had his lunch, and yet sketched in secret while the sheep grazed. 

But today was different. It had been hotter these past few days with the onset of summer. The heat made him more exhausted and sleepy. Underneath the shade of that old oak tree, in the flitting of the summer insects and warm breeze, did he find himself falling fast asleep after his afternoon meal. It was only by his hound’s incessant barking that the shepherd woke up. Begrudgingly and groggy, he stirred and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He sat up, wide-awake now, looking down the hill for the grazing sheep. Only to see that they were all gone. The shepherd stood up, approached his hound barking over the other side of the hill. There at the hill’s bottom and near the forest’s edge, was a wide patch of blackened, scorched earth.

And within it, were his sheep. Dead. 

Not just dead but burnt and charred by… by fire? A wildfire? Arson? A lightning strike from a passing storm? Even from where he was at, he could feel the immense emanating heat. As if it was still fresh, as if it just happened. He ran down the hill, tumbling down more like. But his hound did not follow along, still barked hoarsely from the hilltop. Slowly and cautiously, the shepherd stood and entered the burnt area. Disbelieved, shocked. It was like stepping into a hot bath or a blacksmith’s forge. Immense heat engulfed him. Smoke filled his lungs, ash coated his skin. The tears at his waterline began to evaporate on his cheeks. The shepherd dropped to his knees, amongst the charred remains of the family’s sheep. Hands found the earth, grasping at cracked bone shards, shriveled sheepskin, and bits of glowing ember sizzling still. All but a burning ash pile in his clammy, callous hands. 

He had failed his purpose. He had doomed his family by his negligence. 

It was then that the earth shook beneath the shepherd. A deep echo in the ground, like an earthquake. A low bellow, like from a crocodile or an elephant. A powerful vocalization that shook him to the core. He looked up to the forest’s edge. Where a massive shadow crept low. Large burning eyes stared at him from the treeline. He froze, heart stopped, as what he thought was a massive shadow only grew that much bigger. Another bellow emanated, shaking the forest. Something moved, something approached. The towering trees of the forest began to bend, snapping easily as if they were nothing but twigs. And all he could do was watch. 

The treeline split open and a creature burst through. But not just any mere creature. A dragon. One that towered immensely over him, as big as his farmhouse. With a scaled body colored a dark cobalt and orange, smoldering slit eyes that burned like the sunset. And were trained on his kneeling figure among the smoke and ash. Its muzzle was stained in boiled blood, gore hung from teeth that were as long as short swords, as its lips curled with a snarl. It emerged more from the forest, catching the sun. Its horned bony crest, wing bones, and spinal scales shone like smelted copper. Even its leathery wings, partially unfurled, burned bright as copper. A contrast to its primary color of dark cobalt. It would be beautiful, if not for its terrifying appearance.

The shepherd remained still, breathless and motionless, as the dragon drudged forward. Balanced on its wingtips with smaller back legs like a monstrous, scaly bat. It snarled again, teeth glinting as it looked him over. The dragon extended its long neck down until it was relatively face-to-face with him. Those smoldering eyes looked into his own. A rush of moist air hit his face as its nostrils flared, taking in deep inhales then, just as quickly, exhaling. Seemingly smelling him. It let out a low rumble, then turned its head. Uninterested, it turned its back and drudged aside to where more of his dead sheep lay. Its long tail left deep grooves in the charred ground as it walked away. Then it began to feast. Swallowing one of the charred sheep down in a couple bites. 

He clenched his fists on his lap, bits of cinder smearing over his skin like chalk. Sulking, no. He was simmering. His fear turned to anguish. Then with anguish came desperation. And with desperation was misplaced courage, sacrificial in nature. Though his legs wobbled, the shepherd forced himself on his feet. Breathing hard and heavy as anger burned. In front of him lay a piece of a broken femur bone. Sharp, charred, and pointed at one end like a curved dagger. Uncovered by the dragon’s tail sweeping side-to-side. He grabbed it, clutching the makeshift weapon tight in his hands. The shepherd turned, watching as the dragon gorged itself on his family’s livelihood. With his judgement clouded, he ran forward. Towards the closest part of the dragon by him; its long swishing tail. Yelling in mourning, he stabbed as hard as he could into the tail. Right between two overlapping scales. The dragon cried out. But before he could assess the damage, the tail flicked and he was thrown on his back a few feet away. 

The dragon turned around. Attention back to the shepherd who laid supine in ash and cinder, watching as the dragon walked forward until it stood over him. It opened its maw. There, cradled in its throat was a growing flame. Like looking straight into the opening of a furnace. The shepherd forced himself on his feet again, feeling the emitting heat of the burning flame in its mouth. He faced the dragon, angry. Angry at himself, anguished at the end of his family's lifeline. Just as the dragon opened its maw wider, did he as well. Closed his eyes shut and opened his jaw until it ached at the joint and roared. 

He expected death, he expected to burn like his sheep had. But the heat of flames never touched him. The shepherd opened his eyes slowly and met the flaming pits of the dragon’s eyes. Staring straight at him, as if into his soul. The ground beneath his feet rumbled once more as a deep grumble came from the depth of the dragon’s chest. He watched frozen as the dragon crouched down to its belly and bent its neck to him. 

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He had just come back from training when the news got to him. He was exhausted and sweating, on his way back to his room for a much needed bath and rest. The place was busier than he expected. Maids and servants ran through the halls and down staircases. Guards were frantically marching towards the Nest where the dragons – both claimed and unclaimed — resided. He had thought nothing of it at first, brushing it off as the rush of the afternoon. But soon he saw the Captain amongst the guards. It was then he knew something was amiss. 

He stood near the wall and the Captain locked eyes with him.

“Ghost.” Captain Price nodded in greeting, his voice low and laced with exhaustion. He was on edge, Ghost could tell. On the verge of blowing a casket if he were to guess. He only wondered who or what had completely ticked him off this time.

“Price.” He rumbled back.

Without a word Captain Price left the rest of the group of gathering guards and ducked away to a secluded part of the castle. Ghost followed diligently, silent as a shadow. Price let out a heavy sigh and leaned on the railing of a small balcony overlooking one of the many central gardens. The flowers were in full bloom now. Pops of color among verdure. The soft scent of them carried by a warm breeze. One to be enjoyed, if not for the circumstances.

Ghost stopped near the corner where the shadows were darkest. Leaned himself against the wall by the shoulder, arms across his wide chest.

“One of the unclaimed dragons escaped.” 

Ghost remained silent and stoic, even with the news. It wasn’t unheard of. Dragons, even claimed and bound, were still in essence animals. Most did as they pleased when they pleased, especially those unclaimed and riderless. Some had more free-spirited personalities than others. Others craved a chance to spread their wings. More often than not, without interference or guidance, such freedom would encourage them to seek out an area to rest, thus finding themselves a new nest. 

Ghost then let out an acknowledging hum. Expecting a command from Price to gather a group and go fetch the escaped dragon before it could settle down and claim new territory – thus making it more difficult to bring it back. Or worse, prevent it from causing any major damage. But Price grew quiet again. Strangely so. It seemed there was something more to it. Ghost remained patient, letting silence come between them. A long beat came and went before Price let out a heavy sigh and turned towards Ghost. With a strange intensity that burned in his blue eyes. 

“A shepherd’s boy has claimed the dragon.”

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[madman479r]

Jaune laid on his bed, a comic of X-Ray & Vav, a cold soda beside him and the warm sunlight through the window. Today was one of the few times he had him personal time alone. Don't get him wrong, he loved his friends and team but growing up in a home of 10 people can leave a person, especially a young man, wanting some alone time.

Jaune sighed, feeling peace and tranquillity. Nothing could spoil this mo-

*BAM!*

*BANG!*

"Heyfearlessleaderyouwouldnotbelievethedayihaddidyouknowsapcanbereallystickyandhardtogetoutofhairifanyoneknocksdontletthemit!" Nora burst into the room, nearly breaking the door off its hinges and slammed the door the door just as quickly, speaking a mile a minute, not even stopping for breath as she started to move her bed in front of the door.

Jaune sat up as he tried to decipher what Nora had just said. "Nora-- wait-- slowdown, what are you doing? What did you just say?"

Before Nora could say anything, a thunderous pounding came from the door. "NORA, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!"

Jaune slowly turned to a sheepish Nora who tried to look innocent. "...If anyone knocks, don't let them in." Nora said in a high pitched voice.

Jaune gave another sigh, this one in mourning at the loss of his alone time. Jaune crawled over to Nora's bed which was blocking the door and gingerly put her ear up to the door. "Yang? It's Jaune." He said through the wood.

"VOMIT BOY! OPEN THIS DOOR!" Had Jaune's head been a few inches to the left, he would have had his head bashed in by Yang's furious whack on the door as it bent the wood slightly on Impact.

"Holy fu--" Jaune swallowed his fear and tried again. "Yang! I won't open this door if you attempt to hurt Nora. So unless you take a breath, calm down and promise you won't hurt Nora, I'm not opening this door and don't even think about breaking down this door because you and I both fear Miss Goodwitch more than I fear you." Jaune said.

A few tense seconds passed, Jaune wondering if Yang was too enraged to fear the threat of Glynda before he heard a deep inhale and exhale.

"I'm. Calm." Yang didn't sound too calm but Jaune had known Yang long enough to tell when she was willing to listen even when angry.

"And?"

"...I promise I won't permanently injury Nora." That was probably the best he was gonna get.

"Here goes nothing." Jaune muttered and moved the barricade out of the way and took a deep breath before opening the door.

Before him was a crimson eyed, flaming and seriously pissed off huntress-in-training who was glaring at him with crossed arms.

So far he hadn't had his face caved in nor been violently moved out of the way so that was a good sign.

Jaune motioned for Yang to come in which she did but Jaune made sure to at least keep himself between Yang and Nora. "Okay, can you explain to me what exactly happened." Jaune asked.

Yang glared at Nora as she spoke. "This fucking idiot got sap. In. My. HAIR!"

Jaune paused mand looked up at Yang's golden locks, not seeing anything wrong with it. "I don't see any--" Yang turned around and lifted up her hair to reveal the underside was stained and ruined with the red sticky substance.

"Oh." Jaune lamely said.

Yang turned back around and growled. "So either you ask Ozpin for a new member of your team or both Ren and Pyrrha are gonna need new partners." Yang gave her ultimatum and advanced toward Nora.

Jaune quickly got between the two again. "Wait! Wait! Waitwaitwaitwait!"

"Out of the way, Vomit boy." Yang set her eyes on Jaune now.

"I can fix it! Your hair! I can fix it!" Jaune said loudly.

Yang paused at his words before snorting. "Bullshit."

"No!" Jaune got in front of Yang again. "It's true. I've cut hair before."

"Pubic hair doesn't count." Yang scoffed.

"No, I mean I've cut my sisters' hair before. Our usual barber wasn't available anymore and they needed it done for a family photo. Ever since then I've been their hairdresser. I-i actually have my gear with me." Jaune explained.

Yang's eyes, still red with anger, looked at Jaune with scrutiny before she closed her eyes and gave another growl, this one not sounding as scary as before.

Yang walked over to the chair at the desk and dragged it back to Jaune before planting herself onto it with crossed arms.

"If I don't like it, you die before Nora." Yang left the threat hanging in the air as Jaune gulped loudly.

"S-sure. Nora, could you-" Jaune looked to find Nora had disappeared while he had distracted Yang. Jaune sighed again and went to get his scissors and such.

**Later**

Jaune nervously backed away from Yang once he had finished, waiting for Yang to decide his fate, so far Yang had kept her eyes shut, not yet seeing his completed work. "A-all done."

Yang took off the tarp that covered her and stood up. "Sorry, VB, all you did was give Nora a head sta-" Yang finally opened her eyes and saw her reflection in a nearby mirror. Her hair... wasn't ruined. If anything... it looked... Good! Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail but still kept her wild, fluffy like locks with her fringe untouched, the part of her hair that was ruined by the sap was cut off, with a 180 undercut that didn't look terrible. (Source/artist unknown)

Yang continued to examine her new hairdo and remained silent, turning to Jaune with an unreadable expression.

Jaune flinched back and closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come.

Jaune suddenly felt a hand grab his collar and nearly cried out until a pair of soft lips pressed onto his.

After a few seconds, Yang pulled away and Jaune looked at her with wide eyes.

Yang smirked and winked. "Not bad. Lover boy. Maybe I should have you be my personal barber." She laughed and exited the dorm, hips swaying as she did, feeling more confident than usual.

Jaune stood starstruck and wondering what exactly just happened. But his mind couldn't move away from how soft Yang's lips were and how they tasted of strawberries.

[nkn0va]

Not sure if your willing to write for this if not it's okay, but what if Chie, Orie, and Yukiko had an S/O who came from the titanfall universe and was a pilot and they met in bbtag?

Well that's...not quite what I had in mind for my first Titanfall request (neither the nature of it nor how long it would take) but I'll take what I can get. I have no idea if this'll turn out any good or not but we ball. I'm writing first meeting for the sake of my sanity.

Also why is it always Chie and Orie specifically for these multifandom requests? Is it just the same anon doing it?

-Chie was caught in some dire straits. All alone, separated from Yukiko and the rest of the IT, no idea where she was, and a couple of psychos were trying to get the jump on. Thankfully that weird voice was stopping them from attacking outright but they weren't letting her out of their sight anytime soon.

-That's when you showed up, equipped with full military gear and a very cool looking helmet she'd never seen before, being a dead giveaway you were from another world.

-With Chie's Persona and your training/actual guns, you were able to get away, which was good since that buff, blue haired freak was about to keep chasing you, somehow ignoring the rules.

-Immediately the questions started coming in, and you gave as basic of an explanation about your home as you could before mentioning needing to find your "Titan". Chie could only imagine what it would look like.

-Regardless of what Titan you pilot, the result is near stars in her eyes, and immediately wanting to try and use it. You have to stop her from trying to commandeer the cockpit and try it. Especially since she could accidentally initiate the self-destruct sequence.

-As she mentions finding her friends you can only imagine the similar reactions, as the technology of their world doesn't seem anywhere near as advanced as the technology on the Frontier. Lord help you...

-Orie was not in too hot of a situation at the moment. That delinquent Carmine was trying to get the jump on her, along with someone she didn't recognize who also seemed to share his penchant from destruction. Only this person decked out with guns and gear she didn't recognize.

-The person to come to her aid was someone who looked pretty similar to the latter, definitely from the same world, although judging from the way you two interacted with each other, you were definitely not allies.

-You didn't use any supernatural powers if the sort, yet your gear and raw skill were astonishing. You and your counterpart easily ran, or perhaps flew, circles around the battlefield, using the terrain in ways she never could have even dreamed of doing.

-She expresses her gratitude after the battle is won and her amazement at your capabilities. Perhaps it'd be best to stick with you until you two find your way home somehow.

-Somehow against her initial inhibitions when she ended up in this world, she finds herself fascinated, asking questions about where you came from, wonderstruck with the idea of the Frontier and the freedom fighting Militia.

-And these Titans you speak of...she really hopes she gets to see one someday, hopefully yours is around somewhere in this world as well.

-Yukiko was wandering around some place she'd never seen before, presumably somewhere brought into this world from another. That's when she found two people in similar looking helmets having an argument.

-She had no idea what it was about but before she could think to either intervene or leave you two alone, she and some other poor sap that was nearby got dragged into a tag battle.

-Yukiko was never one to get right into the thick of battle, relying on her Persona to do most of the dirty work. You were not the same though. Using some sort of jetpack looking thing around your waist you were using it to maneuver, double jump, and...run on the walls around your opponents? You even had a grappling hook to boot.

-Everything about you was like something out of a sci-fi movie or game, the kind that Yosuke would like. Your jetpack looking think was what she took particular interest in after the battle was over, asking questions about how it worked and if she could maybe try it herself. Or at the very least your grapple. (DO NOT LET HER HOLD YOUR GUNS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD)

-If your gear somehow wasn't the stuff of sci-fi media, your home definitely was. She didn't really get the finer details, but she understood that intergalactic travel existed where you were from, and she could not wait to gush about it to her friend when she found them again.

-That went double for the idea of a giant mech you piloted. She wants to find it if it's here and watch you crush their enemies with no mercy. The extremely uncharacteristic way she says it is...a little disturbing.

[guillemelgat]

This is a delightfully ironic song about those people who come into your life as friends and then end up throwing you under the bus after you do everything you can for them. I've put the live version because it's a lot of fun (although the studio version is also great).

Mira, ja feia temps Look, it had been a while que la teva nàpia augusta Since your venerable nose no em parava pel carrer Hadn't stopped me on the street i jo, amic, tocava fusta. And I, my friend, I knocked on wood Vas venir discret primer, You came discreetly at first confonent-te a l'hora punta, Mixing yourself up at rush hour amb tota la marabunta With all the swarms of people que adormida surt del tren. Sleepily getting off the train

I quins temps, amic, quins temps. And what times, my friend, what times we had A la caseta de fusta. In the little wooden shed Sempre sonava un CD There was always a CD playing quan voltaves per la cuina. When you were in the kitchen

Jo devia fer cara de demanar ajuda. My expression must have been asking for help Gràcies per venir Thanks for coming a temptar-me un altre cop, For tempting me once again a posar-ho tot a lloc, Judes. For putting everything its place, Judas

Fixa’t amb quina il·lusió Look at how excitedly et vaig donar la benvinguda. I welcomed you Vas ser el sol del meu balcó You were the sunshine on my balcony i pel meu jardí la pluja. And the rain for my garden Ja em coneixes, saps com sóc You know me, you know how I am i no vull posar-te excuses, And I don’t want to make excuses però el temps passa per tothom. But time passes for everyone Massa lent, cagunlaputa. Too slowly, goddammit

I aquelles nits sense son And through those sleepless nights em va anar invaïnt un dubte I was invaded by a doubt que avançava entre els racons Which advanced from between corners i els pilots de roba bruta. And the piles of dirty laundry

Has vingut a quedar-te, o tens alguna excusa? Have you come to stay, or do you have some excuse? Vinga Quim, controla el pols. Come on, Quim, control your pulse Vols la guerra? O què cony vols? Do you want war? Or what the hell do you want? Que bé et tires els farols, Judes. How good you are at putting up appearances, Judas

I m'han dit que vas dient And they’ve told me that you’ve been saying pels cafès i les tertúlies At the cafes and the local groups que em comporto com un nen, That I behave like a child que no aguanto quan em jutgen. That I can’t handle people judging me

Ens anàvem a menjar el món. We were going to take on the world D'això, amic, no en tinc cap dubte. About that, my friend, I have no doubts De tant em pregunto on són Sometimes I ask myself where they are les nostres grans aventures. All our grand adventures

I és mentida si us dic que me la suda. And it’s a lie if I tell you that I don’t care Gràcies per venir Thanks for coming a temptar-me un últim cop, To tempt me one last time a posar-me en el meu lloc, Judes. To put me in my place, Judas

[evita-shelby]

They didn't know we were seeds

Chapter 3

Cw: violence, murder, death,

@justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @emotionalcadaver @peakyswritings

Tigris is the only person allowed with her in the stockyard where she is to prepare for her last moments on this earth.

The arenas are specially done in advance for the games, the entire thing is usually attributed to the Head Gamemaker and only used for this momentous occasion. Afterwards it is a tourist attraction that pays for itself because to the Capitol this is entertainment.

Eva's Launch Room is not like her room back at the tower nor even the cabin on the train. It is a dressing room where she will go to her televised death at the 61st Hunger Games. Eva hopes it’s not Dustin nor Laurie who kills her. Nor Lacey from 8, nor Daisy from 11, nor any tribute she made sort of friends with this week.

The tracker had been injected into her forearm. Breakfast was eaten by her almost entirely because Tigris only eats raw meat like a real tiger. Tigris who never felt human and became a tiger despite her family’s protests.

Eva has little family to speak of.

Her cousins married and moved away, and Eva’s aunt would follow after now that her husband is dead from cancer and the last mouth to feed is here in the capitol awaiting to be slaughtered. Olivia is a strong woman; she won’t be like her only sister who couldn’t cope with losing her children.

Some say Eva resembles her more than her dead mother even if she doesn’t have Olivia’s auburn hair. But both were tall, deemed beautiful by all those who know them and shared the sharp brown eyes everyone in their family inherited from Eva’s grandmother.

No one stood in Olivia Souza’s way not even death. This last part Caesar had liked, said she should aspire to be more like her aunt.

And if she is to be like her aunt in that regard, Eva asks Tigris what other strategy the mystery girl from twelve used to survive.

“She ran away from the bloodbath just like your mentor did. Her sponsors kept her fed and she used all her tricks to stay alive. She only killed one person. The rest was just a disease in the arena.” The tigress whispers as if it were illegal for them to speak of a previous game.

When Eva is raised onto the arena, she laughs while a voice countsdown the seconds and she takes a look around to plan her escape while Dustin plans to take the hunting knife put amongst the temptations of the cornucopia.

Maybe Dustin wasn’t wrong in thinking he could win them, Caesar in his bubblegum pink hair had said she was selling herself short and he was right.

They are in a desert, just like the one her district shares with part 2 and 5.

Just like home.

Eva doesn’t stick around once she’s secured the meager offerings nearest to her before running as far as she can from this.

Dustin made a mad run to the weapons and paid the price for it when the careers overpowered him, she doesn’t know who killed him and doesn’t want to know. And yet she’s foolishly hoping it wasn’t Laurie as she hides in the overgrown grasses having tripped over something on her way to the thicket of trees that she knows only grow like that near water, even if you must dig to find it. There isn’t much place to hide, most trees do not grow tall in the desert and the tributes are picked off like flies by careers and other tributes alike.

There had been one who ran in her direction only for her to lose her footing and bash her own head on the many rocks hidden under the grass, the arena is as inhospitable as a real desert meaning it will have all those critters that don’t need man to be lethal.

Eva crawls on her hands and knees careful to avoid the ants, the scorpions and the snake hole she tripped on until she reaches the first of the trees. A scraggly mesquite bleeding sap and enough pods to see her through the night until she can find the source of its water.

There is an oasis where the careers will take over with their supplies as they always have, but her backpack ---which she kicked the boy from eight in the balls for--- has a metal canteen for water, a spigot and iodine. It has a good enough sleeping bag that might be useful for the cold desert night, some food she could make last a while with her foraging and only matches for a fire.

She needs a weapon, but she can make do with what she has while the killing dies down and whoever sponsors her sends her a gift. For now, she stuffs herself with the sap and the pods as the canons go off.

With not much here to give them cover, the toll is rather high and the display on the false heavens feels unending. Twelve have died just today.

Tomorrow morning there will be more canons, not from murder or even the animals in the desert, but from hypothermia. Eva will be lucky if she sees morning.

But she does and is rewarded with a tiny little runnel that is enough for her to fill her canteen and nourish the wildflowers, some prickly pear cacti or two and the trees she uses for shelter. The girl fills her backpack with what she has foraged before making a suitable walking stick from the tree she slept against.

She could stay here, hidden and safe until the Gamemakers corral them to get the games going, Eva thinks as she finds a pinyon pine with enough leaves and branches for her to hide in for tonight. Desert trees don’t grow very tall but this one is old enough to cover her and have some pine nuts despite it being late mid July.

Eva sets her first trap, on a cactus that she knows not to tap water out of she leaves the spigot knowing someone is bound to drink from it.

Three more during the night and its barely dawn when she hears the laughter from the career pack led by Laurie and his golden sword. They are hunting down tributes going by their talks. The girl from One laughs at her own jokes about the boy from 5 begging for her to spare him.

Only nine tributes left. Both tributes from 1, 2 and 11 who hailed from the southern part of her district, the boy from 4 who stayed behind to defend the oasis, the boy from 9, and Eva.

Eva would be casualty number 16.

“I told you Evie would survive, 10's part desert, remember.” Laurie acts as if he isn’t here to kill her.

The boy gives her that same charming smile he gave her when they first met at the training center and extends his hand to her. “Hi, gorgeous, how would you like to join us?”

He is counting on her losing.

Despite the growing animosity between them, Tigris is the last person alive who truly knows the man before her.

Coriolanus is so confident that Laurentius will take after his brother and win that he never considers Eva could kill the entire career pack with the poisons she can make with the flora of the arena.

Her grandmother was an apothecary, her mother as well and now she put her lifelong knowledge of living in a place like that with her healing training to the test. Even the trainers were impressed with her skill.

Now as the girl who snagged herself an alliance with the leader of the pack yesterday, she is safe from the others. Especially from the tributes who look down on her for being from a poor district and know her hold on Laurie Nelson spells death to them.

The spigot she left had tricked the boy from 9 and the girl from 11 because all the water from the runnel had dried up the day Eva left her trees. These two deaths happened while Eva lacked for nothing in the safety of Laurentius’ arms. The boy gave her the long hunting knife Dustin tried to fight him for and she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

She will make the games interesting, interesting enough for her to rack up sponsors and bets.

“Nelson may be able to keep her safe from other tributes, but can he save her from the Gamemakers?” There is a bit of blood from his sore on the drink and some on his lips that curve into a snake like smirk. It disgusts her along with the smell of the roses.

Grandma’am’s never smelled like these artificial yet real creations that fail to hide the rot in Coriolanus’ soul.

“We shall see, Coriolanus. It is only the fourth day, and these games can last up to twenty days.” The feline woman hides her distaste for the smell of his roses well enough to get him to think her ploy to turn Eva into the ghost of Lucy Gray was just a way to secure sponsors for her new ‘pet.’

Eva lives to see Laurie kill the girl from his district when they try to drown Eva and the career pack officially dissolves at the sixth day. Eva Smith somehow convinces Laurie to destroy the stockpile of supplies ---after stealing what they will need--- and leave his former teammates to starve or risk meeting them at the Feast that will surely come.

On the Seventh Day, the snakes come out exactly like the ones Coryo Snow once tampered with to save Lucy Gray Baird just as the Feast is laid out in the arena.

[lostonehero]

What remains after eternity

Logs

A video flicks to life, and a young man with slick back blonde hair and thick framed glasses steps back. "As you are well aware, humanity has recovered and flourished. Science is at the forefront of innovation, and I just happened to find the holy grail of test subjects."

The camera pans to a man with mechanical eyes who is holding up his middle finger.

"He calls himself Gunpowder Tim, or the Watcher. However, he is truly immortal and human. He claims to be a part of this group of aliens called the mechanisms, a group of immortal space pirates. So such group have come to claim him or ruin this underground lab."

"Fuck you, I'll just out live you and crawl out of these fucking rusted ruins." Tim spits from his cage.

"He needs to be trained, but my group has just caught him and is excited about the possibilities. I believe we will start with his eyes. It's going to be a fun challenge to well see how it works and change them."

"I'm going to fucking kill you." Tim snarls as another man in a lab coat injects him with something and he slumps forward.

.......

"This is year 15 of our ongoing experiments." The blonde scientist seems older, and there are a few strains of gray hair in his blonde locks. He motions to a table where Tim is strapped down. "It appears that methods of sedating and paralyzing the subject are completely ineffective, so we have to resort to restraints."

Tim growls from the metal table. "Will you stop fucking with my eyes! Carmillia already fucked them after the moon war."

"Subject has not become complacent. However, our experiments have worked on the metal and are fused to the optic nerves and are traveling down to his brain. We have successfully created a metal to flesh substance."

"All you've done is stop the pressure in my eyes fuck face. You ain't getting a fucking medal." Tim growls.

"We will continue our experiments."

.......

The blonde scientist's hair was completely white, and he had a cane, there's a young brunette man next to him. "Now, this is my successor. You'll be over seeing the subject, and please refrain from using the subjects name or ask why he has that name he will sing." He sighs. "You are familiar with our advancements, which have moved humanity forward and helped stop the need for organ donations. I hope you can use the subject to help humanity as a whole as we have."

Tim is in his cell, and there is a radio next to him. He is quiet, and his back is to the camera. "Needs of the few over the needs of the masses. I'm going to piss on all of your graves. I'll blow this planet to bits just like the fucking moon."

"Ignore him."

........

"You know Alfred is dead, died peacefully in his sleep." The brunette smiles. "Guess you won't ever piss on his grave."

Tim looks away, breathing heavily. There seems to be a green glow embedded in his chest. "Fuck..... off...." He spits out energy sapped from his being, his hair is gone and he looks starved.

"It's funny how you still keep fighting. Can't wait to see how long it takes for you to adjust to that core in your chest." He chuckles. "I won't be merciful, and I'll make you a good dog." He waves to two assistents in lead lined clothing. "Remove his vocal cords and make sure they don't grow back or fuse them together. I don't want any noise to come from him."

Tim slumps back as the radiation takes hold again.

......

"Sir?" A young scientist steps up to the brunette.

"What is it, Alex?"

"The subject ripped out all the seeds again. They barely rooted. He broke his bones to get out of the restraints." Alex frowns. "We have a few interns cleaning the blood from his holding cell. He is producing his own radiation, as you know, but it seems to have contaminated the entire area."

The brunette sighs. "At least he's quiet. I think it's time for a bit of brain surgery. We are tasked to make a weapon. Tensions are already high between nations."

"Right away, then shall we put the seeds inside?"

"No, we have to test his temperament after we place the three objects inside. The serum is complete, and the uranium is security. Is the camouflage complete?"

"Yes, sir." Alex nods again. "We will bring him back in immediately."

.........

Tim is seen strapped to the table. The top of his skull has been removed, and doctors and scientists in lead lined clothes stant around. He is pulling and tugging at his restraints to no avail. He tries to scream, but his voice is silent. He is silently begging until the first object is pushed through his brain, and he suddenly abruptly stops moving.

The rest of the film is corrupted.

........

The camera turns on in the middle of a conversation. The lab seems old dusty, and most of the metal is rusted and overcome with plants. A woman seems to be trying to coax a man with metal eyes out of what looks to be his holding cell.

"Hey, come on, Watcher. We aren't going to hurt you. It's me, Melissa." Melissa holds out a covered hand. "We've met before."

Tim tilts his head.

"Melissa..." Another woman enters the frame. "His memory is like a child. We don't have the full picture of what was done to him. We have the original works, but everything else was shredded and corrupted."

"Anna, I know, but look at him. We don't even know his name." Melissa sighs. "We just need him to not set up roots again and get him to the surface. When was the last time he saw the sun?"

"I don't know, but we have to try." Anna nods. "Come on, food is always good for him. We have to be gentle."

"I know." Melissa sighs.

......

The camera comes alive for the last time the video is full of static. "That's it, come on." Melissa is seen with streaks of white in her hair as Tim follows her. "Look at that almost there."

Anna is seen next. "Come on. Almost there, big guy. You're being so good."

Tim perks up and has a smile on his lips.

The video ends with the three leaving.

.......

The video starts again it's pitch black as the sound of bombs going off is heard. Then eerie silence before the camera dies.

[adish-agrawal]

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[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Ribbons and Rainstorms

Chapter 11 : Sacks of Flour

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“Oh Skies…” Roman said, dropping the embroidery he had been quietly working on for the last half an hour. Virgil glanced up from their own project, tilting their head and raising an eyebrow, Roman groaned, running a hand through his hair, “Ma asked me to collect her flour order for her today, I completely forgot.”

Virgil nodded, his project disappearing into thin air, “We should go and retrieve it quickly, then.”

��I was supposed to collect it hours ago,” Roman sighed, “And it’ll take ages to carry— wait, we? You want to come?”

Virgil shrugged, “I have not much better to do, and you’ll struggle on your own, won’t you? This seems to be causing you distress..”

“I— probably, without the horse, yeah,” Roman said, putting his things away and standing up, he could come back and get it later, once he’d got this flour delivery sorted. 

“Then I can help,” Virgil said, dusting off his clothes and standing up, “Lead the way, dearest.”

“Dearest?” Roman asked, standing up after him.

Virgil blushed pink, “I was— trying something different.”

“It’s nice, I uh— I like it” Roman said, as they headed out of the temple. They walked quickly through the forest, not along the path that Roman had made for himself but along the one that led more directly to the village. They walked quickly, Roman gently tugging Virgil along behind him by their adjoined hands. As they got to the bridge Roman noticed their flimsy disguise was once again in place. His eyes a silvery grey and his hair a little browner than normal. It wasn’t… a great disguise, but Roman wasn’t going to say anything about it… right now. He had bigger things to worry about, like the six bags of flour he was supposed to pick up this morning.

"Okay… we're here," Roman said, trying to sound upbeat, "You wanna wait out here?"

"And leave you to carry everything by yourself?" Virgil said, shaking his head, "Just— you do the talking." 

"Sure!" Roman said with a smile, pushing open the door and holding it for Virgil before he turned to the man currently tipping bags of grain from the recent harvest into the funnel. Roman took a deep breath, the mill was dark and a little damp — sitting directly on the riverbed so they could use the power of flowing water to grind the grain into flour — but it was all in all a nice space. He was happy to see Virgil glancing around too.

"Roman!" The man called, "And a friend — here for Taz's order? I thought you'd be here earlier."

Roman laughed awkwardly, glancing over at Virgil who was inspecting the wheels curiously, "Yes I uh— lost track of time." 

He chucked, gesturing Roman over to a stack of bags filled with flour, there was some small talk as he separated six bags out from the pile, asking him how his training was going, whether he was still visiting the temple in the woods, how was Taz faring and was the baking going well?

Eventually, he set the bags down in front of Roman, cutting off the previous nonsense conversation, "Here, six bags, good to go! Paid in advance as usual and with promised cake to come."

He winked and Roman chuckled, picking up one of the bags and hefting it over his shoulder, before taking a deep breath and looking at the other five.

"Lemme guess, you walked." He said with a laugh, "Is your friend here to help?"

"I am," Virgil said, appearing by his side, "How many can you carry?"

"Two… maybe three?" Roman said, picking up a second bag and tucking it under his arm, they were heavy, but usually manageable when he had the horse to help out…. He definitely couldn't carry much more by himself. 

"It's alright," Virgil said, gently patting his shoulder before moving to grab the rest of the flour, "I can take the rest." 

“You’re amazing,” Roman sighed, “Thank you.”

“I’m happy to help you,” Virgil rolled his eyes, “I always am.”

“Sap,” Roman huffed, before nodding to the miller, “Thank you for the flour, I’ll be back with your shipment of baked goods later!”

“You’d better be!” He called, a friendly smile on his face as he waved them out of the mill, and so they began the journey back to Roman’s home, armed with six bags of flour between them. 

—-

"Why…. Do you hide who you really are around other people?" Roman asked as they walked back, the same way they came. It would be easier than looping around the square, "Don't get me wrong, I don't mind you doing it at all I just— I'm curious." 

Virgil paused, hefting the two bags of flour he held under each arm. He didn't say anything for a little while, before he sighed, “I just… It… bothers people.”

“Bothers people?” Roman asked, confused, “It doesn’t bother me.”

“You’re not people,” Virgil huffed. 

“I am a person though.”

Virgil laughed, “It’s different with you, you don’t— you’re not scared of me.”

“I was probably more scared of you than other people would be when we first met,” Roman admitted, “I— I wasn’t going to say anything at the time, of course, but… well, I’m sure you can understand why.”

It took a long moment before Virgil spoke again, when he did, Roman was taken aback by how upset he sounded, “I understand, but… you reacted better than many have, to me.”

Roman couldn’t help the spike of worry that shot through him at that, Virgil never talked about these kinds of things — being honest, Roman had just assumed that he’d not had many issues to talk about. He wished he could reach over and take Virgil’s hand, offer some kind of comfort, but the bags of flour were in the way. Roman sighed, if they were going to have a proper conversation, they’d need to stop walking for a little while. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Roman asked, tilting his head a little, Virgil glanced his way, before sighing and nodding hesitantly, “Okay, come over here and put those down, we’re going to sit down if we’re having a serious conversation.”

Virgil huffed. It might have been a laugh if it weren’t for the topic, and put down the bags of flour. He moved to sit down with Roman, who took both of their hands in his own.

“Many mortals are afraid of thunder,” Virgil said, looking away, “Some for reasons like yours, some just… because they are, I suppose, lighting is dangerous, it hurts people and causes fires, so… I understand, but… even a God can only handle so many people screaming and running in the opposite direction before they start to feel a little bad about it.”

“Why would they…” Roman said, frowning, Virgil wasn’t that scary, surely? He had a presence sure, one that Roman was used to enough that he barely registered it anymore, but all the Gods did, so…

“I suppose maybe it’s changed, I haven’t genuinely appeared before a mortal who didn’t already know who I was in centuries, so maybe people… wouldn’t be so scared of me now, but back then— they saw me as an omen of bad things to come; danger, damage… death, you know…”

Roman squeezed his hands, “And people were scared of you…”

Frowning, Virgil nodded, “I don’t want them to be, it doesn’t help that my reputation is already so negative, my storms sink ships and flood towns and fields, they hurt people, it’s understandable why people would rather ask the other Gods for help.”

“Your storms also bring rain after a dry summer,” Roman said softly, leaning forwards, “Your rain helps to grow crops, keeps the soil healthy and, and I might be scared, but watching from somewhere safe… they’re beautiful too, the clouds, the light… and sometimes there’s even rainbows afterwards.”

Virgil smiled, “Of course you’d like the rainbows.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Roman laughed, surprised.

Pausing, Virgil seemed to think for a second, before shrugging, “I’m not actually sure, I’ll be honest, Remus told me they symbolised relationships like ours, but I’ve not a clue where that information came from.”

“Really?” Roman asked, grinning, “Well isn’t that just perfect? I have to— I’ll need to remember that for the—"

Roman trailed off into mumbled words and Virgil frowned, “What was that? I didn’t quite hear—"

“Oh! Nothing at all, don’t worry about it, just rainbows!” Roman grinned, quickly trying to cover his words — he hadn’t meant to say that aloud, “And you can help create them, which is really amazing, people shouldn’t be scared of you.”

“But they are,” Virgil said, frowning again, “No amount of optimism can change that, unfortunately.”

Roman sighed, “I suppose so, but… hey! If we wanted to go into town or something you always have that disguise magic.”

“Yes,” Virgil said, lifting Roman’s hands and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “Thank you, for listening to me.”

“Of course,” Roman said, leaning forward to kiss Virgil’s cheek, “Always.”

—-

“Roman?” 

“Yeah?” Roman asked, looking over. They had lapsed into a comfortable silence as they began walking again, heading past the temple and down Roman’s path with just the breeze in the leaves and the birds and insects chittering in the background.

“Just now you… mentioned going into town?” Virgil asked a few minutes later. Virgil seemed barely tired from carrying four sacks of flour. Roman wondered how strong he really was. Could he carry Roman? That could be fun. 

“I— yeah? It’s not something we ever have to do,” Roman said, shaking his head, “But, you know, an idea maybe, if… you wanted to?”

“It could be nice, if it was something you’d like to do together,” Virgil said, “I haven’t ever bothered with… mortal things, so… it could be a good experience, and we’ve never gone beyond the forest before for these — date, things, so…”

Roman smiled, “Oh! It would be great! I would take you around the town! Show you the shops, we could go and see the gardens, the library— Oh! You should see where I train—"

Laughing, Virgil nudged him with a grin, “That all sounds lovely, but possibly later? In spring, or summer maybe, I think we need to get through me meeting your mother first.”

“I— yeah, let’s take this one thing at a time, huh?” Roman smiled, “Maybe we should wait a while anyway, and you’re right, after winter, winter is for snuggling, and… if you’re worried about meeting people in town, I could always help you with a better disguise? And also… somehow I forgot I’d have to introduce you to my mother.”

Virgil smirked, “I’m sure we’ll figure it out.”

“Really?” Roman asked, raising an eyebrow, “Well, if you’re sure?”

“If she’s anything like you,” Virgil said with a smile, “I’m sure it’ll be manageable, and if not, I can just compliment her baking skills.”

“Well… I suppose so,” Roman laughed, “We can employ flattery as a distraction, if things go wrong.”

“Exactly,” Virgil chuckled, “Oh, is that the wall?”

“It is indeed, let’s get this over with.”

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