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Os presidentes da Federação dos Municípios do Estado do Maranhão, Erlanio Xavier; e da Federação das Indústrias do Estado do Maranhão, Edilson Baldez, assinaram nesta segunda-feira (29) um convênio com objetivo de assistir às populações desabrigadas pelas enchentes. A campanha é uma iniciativa do senador Weverton (PDT), que esteve presente na solenidade, e conta com apoio do Sindicato da…

O ministro do Desenvolvimento Regional, Gustavo Canuto, se comprometeu em visitar as cidades atingidas pelas enchentes no Maranhão. Canuto comunicou a decisão ao presidente da Federação dos Municípios do Estado do Maranhão, Famem, Erlanio Xavier, e ao vice-governador do Estado, Carlos Brandão, durante reunião nesta terça-feira (9) em Brasília com prefeitos, a bancada federal e deputados estaduais…

FAMEN SEGUE ACOMPANHANDO E APOIANDO MUNICÍPIOS ATINGIDOS PELAS CHUVAS

O presidente da Famem, Erlânio Xavier, e todo o corpo técnico da entidade representativa dos municípios maranhenses, seguem acompanhando a situação de gravidade enfrentada pelas prefeituras maranhenses atingidas por enchentes. No início da semana, a Famem repassou orientações sobre decretação de situação de emergência e estado de calamidade pública, conforme recomendação jurídica repassada aos…

O senador Weverton Rocha (PDT) e mais 11 parlamentares da Bancada federal do Maranhão integram a Frente Parlamentar Mista em Defesa dos Municípios. Instituída em 2015 durante a realização da Marcha dos prefeitos à Brasília, a Frente foi reinstalada no início da legislatura, formada por 306 deputados federais e 31 senadores. O deputado federal Herculano Passos (MDB-SP) foi reconduzido à…

Alternatively: A Forkbidden Love

A Famen Fanfiction (fork fic)

Collaborative work with @coolerthanthesun​ ❤️

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Read Author’s Note at the bottom

Chapter 3: A Fork in the Road

It was all too much. Their cold hard prongs inside Damen's muscles. The blood darkening the white fabric of his trousers. Damen fought to keep his eyes open through the rapture. "I am speaking to you, slave!" Again. A sharp voice. Colder, this time and more menacing. Damen managed to open his eyes and looked over to see the familiar astonishingly lovely face of Prince Laurent. "Follow me unless you want another flogging." With the heaviest of hearts and all the will power he could muster, Damen wrapped his fingers around their sparkling frame and wrenched them out of his thigh. It felt chilly and empty with their absence. It took a moment for Damen to collect himself. He had just had a great meal yet he felt unsatisfied. The truth was, it wasn't the meats and cheeses he had been hungry for. And Laurent's rude interruption had only left him hungry for more.

That was when Damen noticed the feast seemed to be coming to an end. The servants began clearing up the dishes while the guests began to leave. Damen quickly slides Fork down his jacket pocket, not ready to let go of them just yet. Would he ever be able to let go of them? He felt there was a fork shaped hole in his heart that only one metallic entity could fill.

Damen follows the yellow-haired prince into his private chambers.

“I need you to - ” Laurent begins but stops as he glances over at Damen. His eyes sliding from his face to his arm.

“What are you keeping in your pocket?” he demands.

Damen, then realises his hand is still wound around Fork’s slim figure in his pocket. Before Damen can reply, Laurent struts over, grabbing Damen’s hand with his cool, slender ones and pulls it out, revealing Fork in all their silver glory.

“A fork?” Laurent finally says.”Odd weapon of choice.”

Weapon. Damen thought. A weapon like none other. A weapon that made a tear in his heart.

Companion Poem

Nobody said it was easy But no one ever said it would this hard Not only the love But also their sharp prongs buried inside of Damens leg

Harder still was Damen having to pull them out of his leg The parting was as difficult as it was unnecessary At this point it was not beneath him to beg For all he wished was to feel his love inside of him once more

However, beautiful, cold Laurent wished Damen to follow him And for all his love for Fork And all his WANT gift them to remain inside of him Damen could not find it in himself to deny Laurent any whim

And so with a heavy heart Damen wrapped his fingers around them And extracted their gorgeous silver points Staring at them like the most precious gem

Was it wrong To want Fork so badly But at the same time feel so deeply for Laurent For both of them he would give his life up gladly

They weren't truly so different Both with that cold exterior Both with that feel of being superior Both with their sharp points And their skill at shredding anyone to their very joints

Perhaps he could love them both Equally Perfectly But could they come to love one another Hoping that each other they would not smother

In the end Damen got up He followed Laurent out of the room Slipping Fork into his pocket Hoping that this new romance would quickly bloom

Author’s note: Do you ship famen or do you ship famen?

Alternatively: A Forkbidden Love

A Famen fanfiction (fork fic)

Collaborative work with @chickenshashlek <3

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Read Author’s Note below.

Chapter 3: The Fork in the Road

It was all too much. Their cold hard prongs inside Damen's muscles. The blood darkening the white fabric of his trousers. Damen fought to keep his eyes open through the rapture. 

"I am speaking to you, slave!" Again. A sharp voice. Colder, this time and more menacing. Damen managed to open his eyes and looked over to see the familiar astonishingly lovely face of Prince Laurent. "Follow me unless you want another flogging."

With the heaviest of hearts and all the will power he could muster, Damen wrapped his fingers around their sparkling frame and wrenched them out of his thigh. It felt chilly and empty with their absence. It took a moment for Damen to collect himself. He had just had a great meal yet he felt unsatisfied. The truth was, it wasn't the meats and cheeses he had been hungry for. And Laurent's rude interruption had only left him hungry for more.

That was when Damen noticed the feast seemed to be coming to an end. The servants began clearing up the dishes while the guests began to leave. Damen quickly slides Fork down his jacket pocket, not ready to let go of them just yet. Would he ever be able to let go of them? He felt there was a fork shaped hole in his heart that only one metallic entity could fill. 

Damen follows the yellow-haired prince into his private chambers.

“I need you to - ” Laurent begins but stops as he glances over at Damen. His eyes sliding from his face to his arm.

“What are you keeping in your pocket?” he demands.

Damen, then realises his hand is still wound around Fork’s slim figure in his pocket. Before Damen can reply, Laurent struts over, grabbing Damen’s hand with his cool, slender ones and pulls it out, revealing Fork in all their silver glory.

“A fork?” Laurent finally says.”Odd weapon of choice.”

Weapon. Damen thought. A weapon like none other. A weapon that made a tear in his heart.

Companion poem

Nobody said it was easy But no one ever said it would this hard Not only the love But also their sharp prongs buried inside of Damens leg

Harder still was Damen having to pull them out of his leg The parting was as difficult as it was unnecessary At this point it was not beneath him to beg For all he wished was to feel his love inside of him once more

However, beautiful, cold Laurent wished Damen to follow him And for all his love for Fork And all his WANT gift them to remain inside of him Damen could not find it in himself to deny Laurent any whim

And so with a heavy heart Damen wrapped his fingers around them And extracted their gorgeous silver points Staring at them like the most precious gem

Was it wrong To want Fork so badly But at the same time feel so deeply for Laurent For both of them he would give his life up gladly

They weren't truly so different Both with that cold exterior Both with that feel of being superior Both with their sharp points And their skill at shredding anyone to their very joints

Perhaps he could love them both Equally Perfectly But could they come to love one another Hoping that each other they would not smother

In the end Damen got up He followed Laurent out of the room Slipping Fork into his pocket Hoping that this new romance would quickly bloom

Author’s note: do you ship famen or do you ship famen?

Alternatively: A Forkbidden Love

A Famen Fanfiction (fork fic)

Collaborative work with @coolerthanthesun​ ❤️

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Read Author’s Note at the bottom

Chapter 2: An Unforkettable meal

“What are you staring at, barbarian?” The sharp young voice snapped Damen out of his stupor. “Do you want my fork?” My fork. My. The word was like icy blades through Damen’s chest. “You have one of your own if you didn’t know,” Nicaise added, bitterly. “Don’t test me or you’ll regret it.” Damen glanced over at his side. There it lay. Dull, rusty and blunt. Lacking the spark that Damen craved. The charm. The vivacity. Damen glanced back over at Nicaise’s hand and felt that knot in his chest again. Is this what love felt like? Is it supposed to be so…painful? “I warned you.” Damen heard it. He did. Now that he recalls the night, he can’t be quite sure. It was all a ferocious mess in his mind. Unfathomable. Unmatched. But also incomparably amorous. A flash of silver as swift as a vixen. He felt it before he saw it. A deep, fiery pain in places he didn’t know he could feel such things. There they were. Finally free of Nicaise’s hand and inside of Damen’s flesh. It was unimaginable pleasure accompanied by the just the right tanginess of pain. Damen watched as red hot blood started pouring out of his trousers. It was all too much. Their cold hard prongs inside Damen’s muscles. The blood darkening the white fabric of his trousers. Damen fought to keep his eyes open through the rapture.

Companion poem

Nicaise’s voice held such disdain for Damen As though he had never felt as Damen now did So full of genuine love and want

The simple thought Of another Fork meaning what this one did to Damen sent a shiver through his spine There he tried to convince himself that this was fine What he felt was alright This love that made his chest feel tight

The things in his heart Were not for the head He would sooner die Than see this love dead

That’s when it happened In a fell swoop In a gorgeous arc They came towards him Their shining pointed ends Came closer and closer to the covered skin of Damens leg And he dearly hoped that the force with which they came Would make not his dear love bend

A drop of blood Then two And three But what did he care for that When the feel of them inside of him set him free

The pain was there- that was to be expected But along with that pain A pleasure So pure and whole The entire world it had stole

He understood now Those love songs and sonnets people composed These strange new feelings now in his being arose

Through his trousers the red blood spread But he cares not for where it led The sight of them being made one with Damen was all that he desired Let the people think what they will for there was no other he so utterly admired

Author’s note: I know you were waiting for part 2. Sorry to our young readers for the explicit content (smut).