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[gingernut1314]

Beast or Man? Ch. 3

Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader

Summary: The first night in Toji's home has you questioning many things, but the main question ringing in the forefront of your mind is if he is beast or man.

Warnings: pre-star plasma vessel, canon typical violence, reader is the cousin of Mamaugro, reader is Tsumiki's mom, Tsumiki and Magumi are cousins, gendered terms, grief/mourning, misuse of alcohol

Word Count: 2.5K

Tag list: @sordidmusings @lostfirefly @needsleep3000

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Once Megumi had been fed and changed, baby monitor found and matching baby put down for the night, you and Tsumiki went outside. You two sat on the cold stone steps to order yourselves food, which your daughter had many opinions on. And though every fiber in your body told you not to, you ordered something for Toji too.

You had promised your cousin you would be there for both of them. No matter how much you tried to twist those words to not include the man, you knew in your heart she would want this of you. 

Despite your desire not be inside that dirty home any longer than you needed, you and Tsumiki braved it. You needed to figure out where you two would be staying, at least for the night. With Tsumiki’s cubby little hand in yours, you two explored the townhome. 

The first floor was made up of the kitchen, the living room, a storage closet, and a bathroom. From the looks of it, Toji must have been spending his nights sleeping on the couch because there was a black pillow and a pile of blankets on the grey couch. 

The second floor held Megumi’s room, another bathroom, another closet, a room filled with boxes upon boxes, and then the master bedroom. This room felt like you had walked into a tomb. The air was still--almost stale. The curtains were drawn shut and the only light that illuminated the space was from the little amount of light that spilled up from downstairs. 

With a little inhale of breath, you flipped the light switch on. The room was--empty. Empty except for a bare king-sided bed, nightstands, and a bureau. You and Tsumiki went deeper into the room, finding what must have been the closet empty and the bathroom which was just as empty. All drawers in the nightstands and bureau were empty too. 

It made you wonder what was in those boxes in the other room. You almost knew for a fact it was everything that had once been in this room. You almost knew for a fact why it might have all been packed away but the thought only made your chest ache. 

Everything up here was much cleaner, though it was probably due to Toji not coming up here much. 

So you and Tsumiki shut the door and went back to the hall closet you had spotted a few extra blankets and pillows in. You set up a small bed space for the both of you in Megumi’s room as quietly and as quickly as you could as to not disturb the sleeping baby before you both went straight back outside. 

Your food came twenty minutes later and you two ate outside. Tsumiki asked for the first time why you two had to move here and you explained it to her. 

“It smells bad.” She had said, slurping up more noddles. One didn’t quite make it into her mouth and fell back into the container with a splash. “He was mean.” You nodded in agreement, sipping on some of the broth left in your container. 

“He was mean, yes. A big meanie.” You huffed, “But we need to remember he’s sad.” 

“Why?” Always quick with the whys. 

“Because Megumi’s mommy passed away.” She blinked up at you, seeming to recognize the phrase “pass away” from when you had tried to explain why her fish had to get flushed down the toilet. She had struggled with it and still was struggling with the concept of death, but you were trying not to sugarcode things too much for her. 

“Like Goldie?” You nodded.

“Yes. Like Goldie.” Her eyes seemed to well up at the thought of what happened to Goldie happening to Megumi’s mom.

“That sad.” She said, voice breaking. It only made your own heart twist painfully at the thought of your cousin. You scooted closer to your daughter, cupping her chubby little cheek with a free hand and planting a soft kiss on her forehead. 

“It is. But we’re here for them now. We’ll help.” You said, giving her another kiss before finishing off your food. “And we’ll clean up and get rid of all the bad smells tomorrow.” Tsumiki nodded and you helped her finish off the rest of her food. 

Seeing as you had left all of your clothes and toiletries in the car, you two were stuck in your day clothes. You made the decision to give Tsumiki your shirt to sleep in so that she could be a little more comfortable and you would stay in your sweatpants and sports bra. 

As for teeth brushing, you found a tube in the downstairs bathroom that was most likely Toji’s and put a bit of the blue paste onto Tsumiki’s tongue. Though you told her to rub it all around with her tongue, the glop of paste was spit into the sink pretty much fully intact. Proper hygiene would have to wait till tomorrow. 

Once you were both settled in, the door to Megumi’s room locked, and Tsumiki wrapped up in your arms, you tried to find sleep. But sleep was hard to find thanks to your mind working a mile a minute about anything and everything. 

You thought of the mess downstairs. Of the boxes piled high in the room next to this one. Thought of your cousin and Megumi and finding a job and Toji who had yet to come back to the townhouse. 

You thought about what your cousin could have possibly seen in the man. You saw nothing but she had seen everything. Had seen a good man. A husband and father. Had seen someone she could spend the rest of her life with but so far, he had yet to prove any of this to you. Had done the complete opposite. Had made you fearful of him and the things he was capable of. 

You thought of all the things your family had once spoke about him and your cousin.

Horrid, dangerous, beast-like man .

You didn’t want to think like your family but…he had given you every reason to see the beast they saw. 

Restless sleep found you for what felt like a few measly minutes before Megumi’s cries woke you up. You were quick to your feet, Tsumiki giving a slight disturbed huff of air as you peeled away from her sleep-filled warmth. You picked Megumi up, rocking him and humming a song you sang to Tsumiki often.

After a few minutes, Megumi still was cranky so you continued to check off all the boxes you could think of that might be disturbing him. You changed him, finding his diaper had been wet. Once cleaned up you tried to put him back down, but he was still fussing and it was turning Tsumiki into an equally as fussy mess. 

It had been about four hours since he was last fed, so you took Megumi and went downstairs to give him another bottle. 

The kitchen still stinks and the mess was still overwhelming but you pushed through. As you went about making him his bottle, you took a quick glance into the living room to find Toji’s makeshift bed still empty letting you know he had yet to come back. A part of you was relieved and another part of you was pissed off. 

Here you were, doing everything in your power to keep his son alive and he was off god knows where doing god knows what. 

“In a month, you’ll get my address and I want you--no, I'm begging you to come here and remember that he is a good man despite his flaws. He’s trying his best with what he’s been dealt,” 

Your cousin's words echoed through your mind. 

Remember he’s a good man. 

Remember he’s-- fuck he hasn’t been a good man in the smallest sense of the word since you showed up. How did she expect you to be around him let alone take care of him?

You huffed, giving Megumi his bottle as you went outside to sit on the stone steps once more. The breeze was chilly but you needed the air and knew Megumi might appreciate it as well. 

You watched the little guy eat, his hands grabbing at the bottle and your fingers as his feet kicked out sporadically. The whole while his face was all scrunched up looking oh so grumpy despite getting all of his needs met. 

“Such a grumpy little man. A little grumpy gus huh?” You murmured, leaning down to press a small kiss to his forehead. “The cutest little man.” You swore if he hadn’t been two months old, he would have rolled his green eyes. 

Megumi had just finished off his bottle, his eyes growing heavier and heavier when a deep yet smooth voice startled you. 

“Fuck--you’re still here?” You snapped your gaze down the steps to find Toji standing there looking even more drunk than he had before. Like if a particularly hard breeze blew it would knock him right on his ass.

“Yes. I wouldn’t just leave Megumi here.” You almost said leave him here alone , but thought leaving it at that would get your point across much better. Toji seemed to catch it even in his drunken state and gave a sharp laugh that only made your stomach twist like the sound was going to make you sick.

“You should have left and you should have taken him if you care so much.” Your blood was starting to boil as his mouth kept running.

“You’re--You’re--” You huffed, unable to find the right words to say in your utter disgust.

“ You’re, You’re --” He mocked, starting to make his way up the stairs. “ fuck I’m what? Go on, say it.” You stood as he came closer and closer, soon towering over you. 

You thought of how he had grabbed hold of your throat in a split second. Faster than a split second. Thought about how he looked like he could and would have hurt you. How he could still do so if he chose. 

“Try and wound me with your little words.” He said it like it was amusing to him. He leaned down close again so that he could keep eye contact with you. 

His green eyes were droopy and glazed over from all the drinks he’d no doubt had. Green eyes that lowered to scan you over, making you painfully aware you were still just in your sports bar, but you held his gaze. Held it and made sure he could only see your distaste for him within them.

“Why waste my breath?” Toji’s lips pulled in a smirk, a huff falling from his nose in continued amusement. He pulled back to his full height and you craned your neck the slightest bit so you could keep eye contact with him. To show him you were not intimated by him. That you were not scared of him even when neither was true. 

He turned to head into the townhome, no more words to be said. You grabbed up Megumi’s bottle and followed, shutting and locking the door behind you both. Toji stumbled over to his makeshift bed, kicking his slides off and flopping down on the couch. He gave a great sigh, throwing an arm over his eyes as if to block the little bit of light out. 

With a great huff of your own, you stormed up the stairs and placed Megumi into his crib. You stepped back around Tsumiki, who was sleeping like a brick, dug around in the baby bag until you found what you were looking for, grabbed up the baby monitor, and stormed right back downstairs. 

You went into the kitchen, not bothering to try and be quiet. The clang of a bowl and the hum of the microwave filled the air making Toji gruff from the couch. The microwave gave a shrill beep after it was through and you pulled the bowl back out. Filling a cup of water up and grabbing a pair of chopsticks out of the takeaway bag, you marched right into the living room and stood before Toji. 

You took a moment to take in his pathetic state. You took in how his legs were so long, one hung off the arm of the couch while the other hang off the edge, his foot disappearing under the coffee table. Took in the dark patch on his sweater that you hadn’t noticed before, like he must have spilled something on it during his time away from the house, and took in the greasiness of his hair. 

Just as he had not been taking care of this home, he had not been taking care of himself and it showed in every little aspect of him. 

“Get up.” You commanded. Toji gave a chest-rumbling growl.

“You snap one more time at me--” 

“Get. Up.” You snapped, cutting him off. The man pulled his arm away from his eyes, which had hardened in his growing fury. His scarred mouth opened as if he was going to snap something right back at you, but it closed when he saw what you were holding. 

You placed the bowl of noodles on the coffee table with a bang, broth slushing over the side and spilling onto its surface. You did the same thing with the chopsticks and glass of water, before unscrewing the top of the bottle of painkillers. You placed two pills on the table next to the glass of water.

“You are going to take these.” You said, doing everything in your power to keep your voice even and stern. To keep it firm and unwavering, just like how you very rarely had to when Tsumiki did something she was not supposed to. “Drink that whole glass and eat all of those noodles because I will not tolerate you hungover. Do you understand?” Your heart beat wildly in your chest because you knew there was a line with him. Knew your commanding demands was the line. You knew it because you had seen it shining in his eyes that afternoon when he had had his hand around your throat. 

But to your surprise, he only smirked. Smirked and gave a huff in amusement, his hair hanging over his darkening eyes as he kept them trained on you.

“Yes ma’am.” He said lowly. Said in a way that had a shiver shoot down your spine and your heart beat for a completely different reason. 

Prey. You felt like prey when you were around him. 

Beast or man? Man or beast? Your brain was having a hard time trying to figure out which he was.

You quickly made to rush back upstairs when a solid, calloused hand snagged hold of your wrist, stopping you from making your retreat. 

“You’re not gonna stay and make sure I do as you command?” He asked, continuing to speak in that darkly low way. Green eyes scanned over your own eyes. Scanned lower and lower, making that shiver shoot near painfully down your spine again.

You snatched your hand away, holding it close to your chest as you continued to watch him in shock. Like you were frozen in fear. 

Prey . You were prey to him and he was the beast ready to bounce. Ready to sink his fangs into your flesh and tear you apart. 

You turned away from his predatory aura and rushed up the stairs, locking the door right back up behind you.

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[caramelpenguin]

Wilmon

"Quit trying to change the subject"

From the prompts

Simon huffs, crossing his arms as he leans against the locked door, hard wood pressing into his back. The storage cupboard is stuffy and compact, just about fitting Wilhelm in without him having to crouch. The tips of their trainers are touching, but Simon stands as far away as he can, trying to elongate the few inches between them, sick of the scent of whatever expensive cologne Wilhelm has on. "Quit trying to change the subject! ...I don't understand why you're here." He's counting in his head, a distraction from the overbearing smell and cramped space, and it's ten seconds before Wilhelm responds in a small voice. "It's to improve my image."

If there was room, Simon would throw his hands in the air. "Half your image was improved when you moved to Hillerska, and the other half was mostly back the month after you began to volunteer here." He itches to see something in this cell of darkness, so accustomed to a source of light somewhere, whether it's the glowing of his fishtank or the slinking shimmer of the moon through his curtains. Fumbling, Simon pokes around in his pockets for his phone, and immediately switches the torch light on. He's almost startled by the meek expression on Wilhelm's face. "I don't understand why you're still here when you don't need to be. The public don't need to be impressed by you anymore."

Because if Wilhelm hadn't decided, for some godforsaken reason, to continue volunteering here, he wouldn't have followed Simon (as he usually does) to the cupboard, he wouldn't have entered when Simon said he couldn't find something, and the door wouldn't have closed and locked behind him. They can't escape, there's no signal, it's late, it's cold and dark and stuffy and Simon wants food and a warm bed.

He raises a brow when a pink blush overcomes Wilhelm's cheeks like the blossoming of a flower. In the bright light, he notices the warmth of his eyes, like the brown of autum leaves, but he notices in particular the way Wilhelm's eyes are looking anywhere but at Simon.

"Right. You're trying to impress someone." Simon rolls his eyes. "I'm sure there are other things you can do to impress someone, Wilhelm. Things that don't include..." -turning up every Saturday morning to Bjärstad, bringing Simon a coffee every day, trailing after him when he isn't given a specific job to do (because who, apart from Simon, would be brave enough to order a Prince around?) "...this." The Prince mumbles something.

The cupboard door creaks open, the manager's head pops in. She laughs and tells the two to go home, that she'll see them next week. Simon stumbles out into the light, says 'thanks, see you next week!' and he runs to the staff room, grabs his bag and marches out with a pounding, drumming heart before a certain somebody can catch up.

He's sure he hadn't heard Wilhelm properly. He was so quiet and could've easily been misheard in the gloom of the cupboard. Catching his breath, he shakes his head and walks home in the burning dusk of the sky. For a brief, terrifying moment, Simon thought Wilhelm had uttered the words 'I wanted to impress you.'

[moghraidhs]

jackbucky pt iii (sequel to this and this)

Bucky’s alone when he wakes up.

Daylight looks in through the curtains, cold and grey, a sharp contrast to the bright orange-red flashes of the bombs the night before. Somewhere on the street, he can hear a kid calling out news headlines, shrill voice mingling with the rumble of traffic.

The other side of the bed is cool, the blankets neatly folded over. Jack must’ve been gone for a while. Bucky hadn’t even heard him leave.

Last night flashes before him in fragments, a brightly coloured kaleidoscope. The train ride to London. Settling into their hotel. Dinner and dancing. Jack, smiling. Jack, kissing him. Jack, Jack, Jack–

And now he’s gone.

It should hurt less, Bucky thinks vaguely. He’s not exactly a naive kid any more, and it’s hardly the first time he’s found himself alone after a rendezvous.

Except that this hadn’t been some rushed affair behind the pub or in an empty storage room on base, the kind that seemed alright at first but always left him feeling cheap and almost bruised after. For the first time in a long time, he’d felt special. Treasured, almost. Like the kind of guy who was worth more than a roll in the hay.

As usual, though, he’d only seen what he wanted to see.

Bucky sits up slowly. His clothes are still on the bedroom floor, a jumbled heap of drab olive. He’ll need to get them pressed again before he leaves. There are twenty-four hours (almost) left on his pass, and he might as well take the opportunity not to be sober. It’ll be a good distraction from the ache in his chest.

I don’t even feel it. The well-worn words slip into his thoughts, the accompanying numbness not far behind. Say it enough times and it becomes true, right?

I don’t even feel it. He’s still thinking it when the door opens.

“You’re up,” Jack says. Twin spots of colour bloom on his cheeks. “I didn’t think you would be awake for a while yet. They serve breakfast here, so…” He gestures awkwardly at the tray in his hands.

Bucky stares at the tray, and then back at Jack. “Oh,” is all he manages.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry or not. You usually just drink coffee in the mess hall.”

Usually too hungover to have much of an appetite. Bucky doesn’t say that out loud, though. “Thanks, Jack.”

Breakfast is nice. There’s toast and eggs (not powdered, thankfully), along with bacon and strong black coffee.

There are flowers too. A small white vase with a few violets. Bucky stares at them and feels something unfurl in his chest, fragile as gossamer.

“Where did you get the flowers?”

Jack shifts awkwardly on his chair, looking embarrassed in a way Bucky never imagined he could. “The lady at the front desk had them. I knew you liked them, so I asked if I could take some.”

Oh.

“I thought you left.” Bucky wants to stop the words, but they tumble out anyway into the cool air, sharp-edged and painful. “I thought you left and…”

He trails off. Jack is looking at him, startled, and the ache burrows deeper.

Fuck, he’s pathetic.

He takes a deep breath and starts again.

“Look, this weekend doesn’t have to mean anything, alright? I know I’m not the type you’d want for more than a good time anyway. But please…don’t make it seem special. I’ve gotta walk away from this with some dignity. I’m owed that, at least.”

Silence stretches between them, broken only by the sounds of motors outside. Bucky doesn’t let himself look at Jack. He can’t.

“What makes you think,” Jack says at last, his voice quiet in a way Bucky has never heard before, “that this isn’t special?”

Bucky looks up. Grey eyes meet his, as deadly serious as they are on mission days.

“I’m not going to make any fancy speeches; I’m no good at it. What I am good at is facts, so here they are.” Jack swallows. “This is special. You are special to me. And as long as you’ll have me, I’m not going anywhere.”

Hope, Bucky realises. That’s what the feeling is.

He wants to say something eloquent in response, but the words get tangled up on the way to his mouth. What comes out instead is, “Prove it.” Half dare, half plea.

Jack just looks at him with those serious eyes, something sparking to life inside them. “As often as you’ll let me.” He leans over and kisses Bucky, slow and deep.

(Turns out often is quite a lot.)

[mrk236547789]

Emily's Mistake

It was a seemingly ordinary day in Miss Appleton's English class, the sunlight streaming through the dusty windows and casting a warm, golden glow upon the rows of neatly organized desks. The students, a mix of chattering teenagers and a handful of precocious younger ones, sat upright, their attention fixated on their textbooks as they prepared for the day's lesson. Little did they know, one of their classmates was about to embark on an unexpected journey that would change not only her life but the entire school's perception of her.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Emily quickly gathered her things, a nervous energy coursing through her veins. She'd been feeling peculiar for the past few days, but had brushed off the sensations as mere anxiety. Today, however, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong. As she made her way to the restroom, her heart hammered against her ribcage and her breath came in short, shallow gasps.

The restroom was empty, save for the faint scent of lavender and the echoes of distant laughter from the hallway. Emily locked the stall door and sank down onto the toilet seat, her hands trembling as she reached beneath her skirt. There, nestled between her legs, was the small, bulging mound she'd been dreading. Her heart sank as she realized what was happening. She was going into labor.

She didn't have time to think; she could already feel the contractions starting. Panic welled up inside her, but she forced it down, focusing on breathing slowly and evenly. She needed to find a way to hide her condition until she could figure out what to do. Her eyes darted around the cramped room, searching for something, anything that could help her.

The school nurse's office was just down the hall, but the thought of explaining her situation to someone made her blood run cold. She couldn't risk being found out; not now. There had to be another option. As she continued to breathe deeply, an idea began to form in the back of her mind. Perhaps she could give birth in one of the empty classrooms? It was risky, but it might buy her some time.

Carefully, she gathered her things, avoiding eye contact with the few students who had started to trickle into the hallway. Her heart thundered in her chest as she slipped into an empty classroom, her eyes darting around frantically for a place to hide. The room was dark and musty, the desks stacked haphazardly against the walls, waiting for the next group of students to arrive. She hurried to the back of the room, searching for a spot where she could conceal herself until she could figure out what to do.

Finally, she found it: a large storage closet, hidden behind a curtain of fake ivy. She ducked inside, closing the door behind her and sinking to the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest. The air was stale and musty, but it was better than the sterile scent of disinfectant from the restroom. She breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart as she waited for the next contraction to strike.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as she waited. She tried to focus on her breathing, but each time she closed her eyes, she saw the face of her child's father, the man she had loved and trusted. He had been the one to convince her to have an abortion, insisting that they were too young and unprepared. But she had known deep down that she couldn't go through with it. And now, here she was, about to give birth all alone in a dark, abandoned classroom.

The contractions grew stronger and closer together, and Emily found herself slipping in and out of consciousness. She could hear the distant voices of students and teachers outside the door, oblivious to what was happening inside. She wished there was someone she could confide in, someone who could help her. But she knew that there was no one. She was all alone.

As the pain intensified, Emily gripped the edge of the storage closet, her knuckles white with the effort. She tried to focus on her breathing, to calm herself down, but it was no use. The contractions were too powerful, too relentless. She could feel the urge to push building inside her, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before her baby was born.

She glanced around the closet, desperate for something to use as a makeshift birthing tool. Her eyes settled on a discarded mop handle, its rough surface covered in dust and cobwebs. Gritting her teeth, she reached for it, ignoring the protests from her sore hands. With shaking hands, she positioned the mop handle beneath her, bracing herself against the wall as another contraction washed over her.

The pain was intense, burning through her like wildfire, but she fought through it, pushing with all her might. She could feel the baby's head crowning, and with one final push, she felt a mixture of relief and terror as her child slid free from her body. The tiny, squirming form let out a pitiful cry, filling the silent classroom with life. Emily, breathless and covered in sweat, reached down and gently cradled her baby in her arms. Tears streamed down her face as she looked down at the perfect little creature she had created.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed since she had given birth, but it seemed like an eternity. The contractions had finally begun to subside, and she knew she had to find some way to clean herself up and take care of her baby. She searched frantically through the closet, eventually finding a box of tissues and some old cloths. She used these to clean herself as best she could, then wrapped the baby in a sweater she found hanging on the back of a chair.

Shaking with exhaustion and fear, Emily picked herself up off the floor and crept back out into the hallway. The school was mostly empty now, with just a few stragglers lingering in the halls. She moved silently through the shadows, careful not to draw attention to herself or her precious cargo. Her heart hammered in her chest as she made her way to the exit, praying that she would be able to slip past the security guard without being noticed.

Finally, she reached the door leading outside. With a deep breath, she pushed it open and stepped out into the cool night air. The fresh air revitalized her, and she felt a surge of determination as she looked around for someplace to hide. She spotted a small grove of trees just beyond the baseball diamond and hurried toward it, cradling her baby close to her chest.

[frogsmulder]

When the Ice Melts

chapter 4/4, prev chapter

Mulder and Scully hook up before Mulder is locked up in storage, and she comes to believe that he was infected; 1k words; rated e; tagging @today-in-fic

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The metal of the door scrapes along the floor revealing the darkness inside the storage room. The light from the hall behind her stabs the shadows, showing Mulder huddled at the back against the shelving unit. He jumps to his feet, dazed by the light and startled by her presence. 

“Is it just you?” He sounds accusatory but she knows that is just the overcoat to his fright. 

She steps forward, firm. “Yes.”

The door scrapes again and she looks back as it closes behind her, eating the last slither of light as it swallows her with him in the darkness. In the moment before she reaches for the cord, everything is deathly still and drawn. She can hear his quiet, ragged breathing, placing him across from her, the howling of the wind outside and the pounding of her own heart in her chest. There's a cold metallic taste in her mouth and a weightlessness of her stomach falling. Then the light is on. 

The naked bulb swings freely between them, stretching and shaping the shadows on his face from his brow to his cheeks. His forehead shines, damp with sweat, and she can see properly now the slight red puffiness to his eyes. 

Mulder squints, offended by the sudden assault. “It's one of them”

She watches as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. 

“No-one's been killed since you've been in here.”

He shifts his weight, edging closer to her. “So?”

The air thickens and her breathes grow heavier. She gulps and considers: seeing him again for the first time in an eternity of a few hours. She can feel the blood pumping through her veins, carrying the thrum of something thrilling. “We found a way to kill it.” He is quiet, only blinking. She moves closer to him, seeking something. His warmth? His understanding? His touch? Him? Her lips quiver around the shape of the words in hesitation. “Two worms in one host will kill each other.”

His words are flat, “You give me one worm, you'll infect me.” 

“If that's true,” she whispers, advancing with a glare, “then why didn't you let us inspect you?”

In an instant he is crouched at her level, his face just inches away from hers. “I would have,” he hisses. “But you pulled a gun on me!” There's something in his voice but it lacks the venom of their previous argument. Her eyes dart between each of his, trying to focus but between his proximity and his wild eyes, her pulse picks up pace. He has them trapped in a curtain of darkness of his own making. The heat of his breath on her face sets her whole body alight, the carnal familiarity of it on her skin fuel to her funeral pyre. “Now, I don't trust them… I want to trust you.”

“Okay,” She steadies her breathing. “But now they're not here.”

With a burning lingering look, he turns away, pulling his shirt aside, offering his bare neck. Tentatively, she reaches up, fingers circling around the cotton. The grunt he makes when she yanks the collar has her clenching around the phantom feeling of where his cock was moving inside her just hours ago. Ignoring her sudden wetness, she feels the flesh of his shoulders, grasping and pulling, her touch more ardent with the realisation that his skin is as soft and smooth as it was before. He turns around and meets her gaze as if to say see? The relief she feels is overwhelming; she can't contain. The smallest slither of a smile slips past her lips. As it grows beyond control she dips her hide to mask her emotion. One thought fills her heart, spilling over: he's okay, we're okay. 

Scully makes to leave, having only managed two steps, when a firm hand grips her shoulder possessively, halting her in her tracks. The shock knocks the air from her lungs and she gasps. Whipping her head back to fire him a questioning look, she is again stopped still. A gentle hand caresses the back of her head both calming and warming. She could break away and demand to know what he is doing. She could, but to her own surprise, she doesn't want to. Completely under his control, she melts into defenceless putty in his hands. 

Tenderly, he brushes aside the hair on her neck, covering all of her with one strong hand. One purposeful squeeze and Scully bites her lip but not quick enough to keep the whimper from escaping. Part of her silently urges him to walk her up to the wall or bend her over a shelf and take her. The other party, that would have since protested, knows all too well the pleasure that can be found with him. Fuck. She squeezes her thighs together. 

“We need to talk.”

He hums but doesn't release her. 

“Mulder…” Reaching behind herself, grabs ahold of his wrist and pivots to face him. 

An impish smirk dons his features as he twists his hand to hold hers. Learning into her space, he whispers, “Don't worry: you feel good.”

His obvious innuendo makes her blush. She reaches up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking absently across it. “Mulder,” She admonishes again. 

He shakes his head apologetically. “I know.”

Looking into his dark eyes, she stretches up on the tip of her toes and takes his lips. Being scooped up in his arms, she deepens the kiss, desperately missing that closeness they had earlier. 

Scully is the first to break away, yet she keeps close, pitting her forehead against his. Her fingers curl through the hair at the nape of his neck as she slowly licks her lips. “If it's not you or me… “

“It's one of them,” he finishes for her. 

“How are we gonna do this?”

He clasps her hands in his and squeezes. “I don't know, but we have to trust each other.”

“Okay,” she nods. “Let's go.”

[sweetrevxnge]

Like Phantoms, Forever

Chapter Seventeen | The Shadow of the Past

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Your destiny had never been clear to you, only becoming so when it led you to leaving behind the life you knew to train with the galaxy's sole Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker. His Jedi Academy became your new home, bringing with it the promise of someday becoming a Jedi Knight. While navigating the ways of the Force, an inexplicable connection forms between you and a fellow student—the heir to the legendary Skywalker bloodline, Ben Solo. Together, the two of you must face your destinies and forge the path to your true selves.

What to expect: fluff, violence, sexual content, general angst, mentions/descriptions of injury and death

Additional info: this story is set in 28 ABY, six years prior to the events of TFA

*concurrently being published on AO3 and Wattpad as well!

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Word count: 3.6k

Chapter-specific CW: description of injury, pharmaceutical drugs, mentions of death, light ptsd

A/N: listen... I know I'm slow to update, but this chapter is hands down one of my favorite ones so far, so I needed it to be p e r f e c t. I also uploaded ch. 2 of my vampire!kylo fic, so there's a little extra something for you guys. enjoy!

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When you finally woke, the first thing you saw was the soft glow of the twin suns peaking over the horizon, spilling through the blinds and onto the infirmary floor. For a moment, there was peace. A piece of time filled with utter tranquility as you blinked the sleep away from your eyes.

But it passed. A haze fell over you, dulling your senses like an old knife as it carved into a bone. The clarity of your vision faltered, producing a double image of every item of furniture in the room. Various machines beeped around you, a constant, low drone in your ears. The white light of the overhead lamps seemed blinding to your sensitive eyes. 

Hanging beside you was a green bag, feeding into a translucent line that stopped in the crease of your elbow. Below the bag was a screen, flashing with words in Aurebesh that were too small for you to make out.

Yet, something else was missing. Something that had grown overly familiar to you in the past few days. There was no pain. No pounding in your head, or ache in your shoulder. It was gone, but not eliminated. It had only been buried, locked away deep inside of you, held back by the cocktail of chemicals coursing through you.

Over the drone of the monitors, you could faintly hear a hushed conversation, happening somewhere on the other side of the white curtain that separated your cot from the only other one in the infirmary. Though you couldn’t see them, you recognized the owners of the voices immediately.

“You understand my concerns though, don’t you?” Master Skywalker asked, exasperated.

“Yes, I do. But that’s exactly why we need to go together,” Ben said. “You said it yourself—it’s too risky to open up the Academy to the New Republic’s surveillance. For all we know, they’ve already been compromised. You can’t just leave everyone’s safety in their hands.”

“If what you said is true, then the Empire already knows where we are. Every second that passes is on borrowed time.” Though only a whisper, Master Skywalker’s irritation was clear.

The statement hung in the air. Guilt crashed into you like a tidal wave, pulling you under the surface. This entire mess was your fault. It was your father that had laced the food supply and endangered your peers, and though you had killed him, you didn’t feel victorious. Instead, all you felt was a gnawing pit in your stomach, slowly filling with shame and regret.

The gravity of your actions weighed on you, crushing your chest under its enormity. To wake from a nightmare and find that it had all been real. He was dead, either lying cold in an unmarked grave or reduced to ashes, locked away in a storage closet inside one of the many decaying Imperial bases scattered across the Outer Rim. Knowing that his blood coated your hands made you sick, but even now, you couldn’t be sure that it had been your hands. It was greater than that, an act fueled by something larger than yourself, a force more powerful than all of the suns in the galaxy.

You pinched your eyes shut, trying to ignore the memory as it played behind your lids. Ben’s voice served as an adequate distraction.

“And that’s why it’s crucial for you to stay here,” he said. “Master, I’m your most experienced student. I’ve spent nearly my entire life training to become a Jedi Knight. Let me prove to you that I’m worthy of that title.” His demand turned into a plea, beyond that of a pupil seeking approval from his mentor.

“I admire your spirit, Ben. I really do. And that is why I’m trusting you with the safety of my students.”

Disappointment sank through you. The exact scenario you had dreaded from the beginning was coming to fruition and you were powerless to stop it. As unfair as it was, Master Skywalker’s logic was sound—especially considering his prior suspicions of your close relationship with Ben. Nevertheless, your heart ached.

An unamused laugh rumbled in Ben’s chest. “Some responsibility that is. Protecting people who each have a lightsaber of their own, and enough sense to know how to use them correctly. I’m honored, really.”

“You misunderstand me–”

“No, I understand perfectly,” Ben hissed. “I’m capable enough to track her down halfway across the galaxy and bring her to safety, but not enough to take her on an authorized trip to Ilum—which as far as we know, has been deserted by all civilization for centuries–”

“How did you do it?” Master Skywalker interrupted.

“Do what?” Ben asked, his voice guarded.

“Exactly what you said. How you found her, trapped in an abandoned mining facility halfway across the galaxy. How did you do it?”

At that, you pried your eyes open again, watching their shadows move behind the curtain. You had asked him the same question and never received an answer.

Ben hesitated for a long moment before finally answering. “I’ve been having these…dreams.”

“Dreams?” Master Skywalker asked. “What kind of dreams?”

“It varies. Most of the time, the details are a blur. But other times, they’re vivid—almost real.”

“How so?”

Ben let out a shaky breath. “I’m not sure. All I know is that the night she was taken, just after I had fallen asleep, I had one. But this time, it felt less like a dream, and more like a vision.”

Despite Ben pausing for Master Skywalker’s response, he never received one. So, he filled the silence. “It felt like I was there, watching her get dragged out of her bed by Ren. But no matter how much I wanted to stop him, I was helpless. A bystander trapped inside my own mind.”

“And in this ‘dream’, you saw where they took her?” Master Skywalker’s question was equal parts cynical and weary.

“No,” Ben said. “I can’t really explain it, I just…” He paused, choosing his next words carefully. “Felt it.”

The ambiguity of his answer left you unsated, but seemingly was enough to conclude Master Skywalker’s interrogation. He was wise, more knowledgeable in the Force than you could ever wish to be. Perhaps all of this could be explained by the inexplicable ways of the Force—just like your connection with Ben. Mysteries best left unknown, you supposed.

“I sense that your feelings are clouded, Ben. I worry about you,” the Jedi Master said quietly.

Reluctantly, Ben replied, “There’s no need to.”

“These dreams you’re having are…unusual. Perhaps the Force is trying to warn you.”

“Warn me about what?” His tone was curt, more bold than yours would ever be when speaking to your Master.

You squirmed under the layers of blankets, suddenly uneasy about where this conversation was leading.

“Everything. The danger of forming attachments, the fear of loss. My own Master taught me these lessons—it’s only right that I pass them on to you.”

“That’s insane,” Ben scoffed, shifting his weight. “And I would’ve done the same for any of my classmates.”

“Really? You would’ve flown across the galaxy without my permission if, say, Voe had gone missing?”

The question must have struck a nerve, receiving no response from Ben. The vitriol for Voe that had been stowed away during the chaos quickly resurfaced, stronger than ever. You imagined what she would say if she knew the circumstances, that your father worked for the Empire this entire time. It was just the fuel she needed to turn your peers against you—once and for all.

A venomous feeling wrapped around your heart, sinking its claws deep into your flesh. Your pulse rose, and as it did, the machine recording each heartbeat grew louder, more rapid.

“Is that?” Ben asked in a hushed voice.

“She is awake,” 4-3B announced from the other end of the infirmary.

In the seconds that followed, you debated whether it was better to pretend that you were still sleeping, or give in and fully wake up. With little time to decide, you settled on a mix of both, inhaling deeply as you lazily rubbed the sleep from your eyes with the heel of your palms. As much as you would have liked for them to continue their conversation, you also knew that this was unavoidable—unless you could magically induce yourself into a coma.

Metal fingers wrapped around the white curtain as Master Skywalker pulled it back, revealing him and his nephew, both with unkempt hair and dark circles etched under their eyes.

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Master Skywalker asked, offering you a tender smile. 

Ben’s gentle, brown eyes landed on you instantly, scanning your face. Your cheeks burned under his gaze. Stars, you missed him. Close to you, holding you. But now wasn’t the time.

You cleared your throat. “I’ve been better,” you croaked, reaching for the pitcher of water beside you. Unfortunately for you, it was set on the table by your injured arm, the one that was still wrapped in bacta patches. Weakly, you gripped the handle of it, disappointed to find that the bacta treatments had only healed your bones—not your strength.

It took all your effort to raise the straw to your lips. Water spilled from the spout of the pitcher and onto your blankets, shocking your warm skin beneath. Before you dropped it, Ben’s hand clasped onto yours and steadily guided it to your lips.

“Thank you,” you said in a small voice, pinching the straw between your fingers and taking a few, long sips of the cold water.

Ben smiled and nodded in response before setting the pitcher down. “Let me get you a new blanket, too.”

“No, it’s okay. I already have too many as it is.” You managed a smile as you pinched the stack of fabric covering you.

“Since you arrived, your temperature has been below the normal parameters. In order for you to recover in a timely manner, I have placed multiple exothermic blankets on you and adjusted the heat settings in the infirmary,” 4-3B explained, shuffling over to your bed. It was holding a sleek, silver tray with an array of fresh bacta patches spread over it.

“I’m getting you a new blanket, whether you like it or not,” Ben said, already scouring the room for a fresh one.

“Any updates, Threebee?” Master Skywalker asked, peering at the new patches as the droid set them down on your table.

“By my calculations, as well as her impressive response to the initial bacta treatments, she should recover fully in the next week.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” he said, beaming at you. “As soon as you’re feeling up to it, you and Ben will go to Ilum. Now more than ever, you need a lightsaber that is attuned to you.”

You blinked. Did you mishear him? Or had he really changed his mind in the last five minutes? Behind Master Skywalker stood Ben, a smile ghosting his lips. You wondered if his heart was beating as fast as yours was.

Embarking on this journey seemed mundane in comparison to what you had survived. But despite the unknowns that laid ahead—particularly the looming threat of being hunted by the First Order—there was also anticipation, excitement. To experience adventure with Ben. A taste of the life that, for now, was not an option—and likely would never be. It was all you had ever wanted, and it was finally happening.

“Artoo will accompany you two in my place,” Master Skywalker added.

“What?�� Ben said, returning with a folded blanket in his hands. “Does Geegee not meet your standards?”

“I hardly see how having two droids instead of one is a hindrance.”

Your eyes darted between the two men. “Excuse me, who’s Artoo?” you asked sheepishly.

“He’s my astromech unit,” Master Skywalker answered before looking at Ben. “And he will be going with you, or you won’t go at all.”

Ben shook his head in disbelief as he peeled the damp blanket back and draped the new one in its place. “Fine.”

Master Skywalker flashed a wry smile at his nephew before clearing his throat. “Now Ben, Threebee, if you both don’t mind, I’d like to speak with her. Alone.”

Ben’s eyes flicked between yours and Master Skywalker’s before he nodded reluctantly, turning his back to the both of you and letting the door slam shut behind him. You winced at the sound.

“Of course, Master. I will come back later,” the droid said, abandoning the tray of patches and hobbling behind the curtain, out of sight.

Ignoring his nephew’s rather dramatic exit, Master Skywalker pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down, smoothing out the front of his robes. Blood thrummed in your ears and your head pounded as you propped yourself up on your elbows, biting down on your lip when you shifted your weight onto your injured arm. Whatever analgesic was infusing through the line was quickly neutralized when you started moving.

Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you faced him, avoiding his gaze. Without him saying a word, you already knew exactly what conversation would ensue.

The two of you were quiet for a moment, chests rising and falling with every breath, before he clasped his hands around yours, squeezing firmly. In the silence, his gray eyes spoke volumes, carrying a heavy weight.

“I cannot overstate how grateful I am for your safe return,” he said, his lips trembling as he pressed them into a tight line. “And I feel it’s necessary that I apologize.”

Your hand burned between his—not from discomfort, but rather from the contrast of heat against your cold skin. 4-3B had been right about your body temperature. The sensation made your condition seem real, less like clinical words being thrown around.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Master,” you said, shaking your head. “It wasn’t your fault. It was no one’s fault but my own.”

He sighed through his nose. “I was afraid you would say that.”

Taken aback, you remained quiet. It was the truth—all of this was your fault. If it weren’t for your lunatic father stalking you and wreaking havoc upon your life, you wouldn’t be in this situation, sitting across from your apologetic Master, heavily medicated in an infirmary. Truthfully, this was the best case scenario. No one else was hurt—excluding, of course, those who had impeded your efforts to get back to the Academy. But collateral damage was a consequence of war, which by the looks of it, was on the horizon. It was only a matter of time before the First Order resurfaced. Then, it would be your responsibility to help eliminate them, to snuff out the smoldering remains of the Empire.

Master Skywalker continued. “I failed to protect you—to protect all of my students. This is my burden to bear, not yours.” Releasing your hand, he leaned back, his knuckles white against the arms of the chair. “Lately, things have been…clouded. I can no longer rely on the Force alone for insight, but I will find other means to protect the Academy. I promise you this—from now on, you will be safe here. Always.”

You nodded in understanding. But there was more to the story, more that he didn’t know. Ben had only told him what he had seen—the rekindled power of the Empire. It was your responsibility to tell him what happened on Zeffo, admit to what you did. Sweat gathered in your palms at the memory of your father’s death, the image of him lying lifeless on the ground burned into your eyes. What would Master Skywalker think of you when he knew? Would this be the offense that broke the dam? Expulsion seemed like the best outcome of making this confession.

“Master, there’s something else you should know,” you said, afraid to raise your voice above a whisper.

His shoulders sagged. “I know. The Empire is rising again.” His defeat was tangible, as if he had single-handedly let down the entire galaxy. In fairness, you couldn’t imagine how he must have felt, given his role in destroying it nearly thirty years ago. A rebel with an unbreakable spirit, now forced to watch helplessly as insurgents breathed life back into the entity he had fought to dismantle. 

“Ben told me,” he sighed. “I’ve already contacted my sister in Republic City. The New Republic special forces will handle this.”

 “It’s not that—well, it is that, too. There’s more.” The words were heavy on your tongue, sticking like molasses. A tiny voice in your head reminded you that you were not obligated to tell him—you weren’t obligated to tell anyone. But the nagging feeling in your gut told you that honesty was the only path to inner peace. 

“The person responsible for this operation wasn’t just some Imperial zealot. It was my dad. My own father did this to me.”

Master Skywalker clenched and released his jaw, digesting the information. “That’s…” He paused. “Terrible.”

You nodded in agreement, unsure what to say. 

“I imagine that must have been very difficult to cope with,” he added.

“It was. My entire life changed in an instant, and honestly, I don’t really know if I’ll ever come to terms with it,” you said, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. Master Skywalker watched you from his seat, completely silent.

“But it doesn’t matter now. He’s dead.” You paused, hesitating one last time. “I killed him.”

A heavy silence fell over the room, making the air thick and difficult to breathe. You let out a shaky breath in relief. The burden was gone, but it was short-lived. Involuntary tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, burning your skin.

When he didn’t respond, you scrambled to articulate something to soften what you had just admitted. But what could you say? The Jedi were peacekeepers, protectors of the light—and more and more, you found yourself straying from its path.

“Master, I-I’m a monster,” you whispered, warm tears pouring over.

“What he did to you wasn’t right. Acting out of self-defense does not make you a monster,” he finally said, his voice calm.

You lowered your gaze to your hands, now resting in your lap. “Only I wasn’t acting in self-defense. When I asked him where my mother was, he admitted to murdering her. He compared her to a sick animal.” Blood boiled under your skin at the memory. “And when he said that, I wanted to hurt him—more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything. I wanted him to feel the way I did, how my mom felt when she died by his hand.”

With narrowed eyes, he stared at you, an inscrutable emotion written across his face. Not one of malice or disappointment, but something akin to curiosity.

Releasing a long breath, you added, “I wanted justice.”

“I can see why,” he said, resting his jaw on his metal hand. “The conflict you felt is…familiar to me.”

Of all the reactions you had anticipated, empathy was not one of them.

“It is?” you asked.

“Yes. Decades have passed now, but the feeling still lingers. The disappointment. The anguish.” His gaze was distant as he spoke, silently reliving his own experience.

“What did you do?” you asked. “I mean—what did you do to get rid of it?”

He drew in a long breath before exhaling with a renewed energy, his eyes brighter. “Time passed. Meditation helped me organize my thoughts, sort through my emotions before tucking them away in their designated spaces…” His thought trailed off into oblivion, but you didn’t want to intrude. He was being gracious enough by sharing at all.

“It was my father, too,” he said reluctantly. “The source of my conflict, my sorrow—it was him.”

His confession ignited hope in your chest, a hope that you, too, could be reprieved. 

“I won’t bore you with the details, but his actions could be categorized in a similar way as your father’s. Heinous acts, hurting the people he once loved…” He pressed a finger over his mouth in thought, twisting his peppered beard between his fingers. “For a long time, I blamed myself. I thought that if I had just known earlier, then somehow I could’ve stopped him. Put an end to his cruelty.”

“And did you?” you asked, lost in his story. “Were you able to stop him?”

He let out a soft sigh. “In a way, yes. But the darkness had its claws in him, and there was no absolution for him in this world. In the end, he taught me a lesson—one that I will carry with me forever. Just as you will, too.”

Admiration filled your chest. Throughout the galaxy, Luke Skywalker was a legend, a myth told by firesides and to children before they fell asleep. But he was alive—a living, breathing being with more adventures in his pocket than most would have in a lifetime. And here he was, in the flesh, relating to your experience.

“Master, teach me how to process these feelings. I need your guidance, now more than ever,” you pleaded, curling your fists around the blankets in your lap.

“And you will have it. But first, you need to rest. Strengthening your mind will require all of your energy—your body will need to be healed before you are able to,” he said, standing from his seat and placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Until then, try to find solace in knowing that, in their own ways, your parents are at peace.”

With that, he left, easing the door closed behind him. A calmness washed over you, drenching you in a radiant warmth, soaking through your skin and bones. Through the clouds came slivers of light—thin and feeble, but unyielding. A sunset falling beyond the horizon, only to give life to the stars glowing in the night sky.

This was the lesson. Without darkness, the light was impossible.

[bitter-limelight]

This was supposed to be a day 1 prompt but I absolutely forgot I had it WHOOPS

More tidbits from a Regency AU

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First snow at the manner was coming quick, and this was the first time Daniel saw the preparations from this side of its great walls. Growing up the son of the stable hand, winter meant stacking gay along barn walls, breaking ice in the troughs each day, changing the blankets over the horses, being send to help the groundskeeper clear off large banks of snow should the master of the house need to leave. Hard work for anyone let alone a boy as slight as Daniel, a boy as prone to fits of delusion and screaming and forgetting where he was,  but now everything was different.

It had been only four months since Marius had ordered Daniel inside, 4 months since he'd found him nearly nude by the banks of the river, shirking his job and his father's crop to steal berries by the cool water. Four months since Daniel learned to tend Marius at his side as his personal valet, and not much under four months since he'd found Marius in his room and in his bed. Four months since his life changed entirely, and despite the chill in the air,  he had never felt so warm. On the inside anyway; on the outside he was feeling the winter snap as much as anyone. 

He watched the groundsmen carrying in straps of split firewood and begin to fill the bins by each hearth with them- it was among Daniels job to direct which rooms would be shuttered for the season and used only when necessary and which needed to be ready for show. Light, airy summer curtains were changed out for heavy lines velvet drapes, in the masters customary deep red, and the carpet covers of the same color were being brought out to protect the pale rugs from fireplace soot. Daniel himself has spend the day in his Masters private rooms taking care of these tasks, wiring out his warmest wools and furs on the balcony to rid them of storage must, laying new blankets on the beds. He oversaw the ordering weeks ago of candles and oil  as the days grew short but the houses needs did not dwindle, and he made sure the lanterns were cleaned from residue and sparkling like new. Finally he was checking windows for any cracks or splits in the wood. He found none; Marius kepts his staff well paid and they in turn kept the home in good repair. 

On the horizon the sun lowered, and all afternoon the sky had hung heavy with the threat of snow. The cook was convinced it wouldn't be cold enough; a slushing, miserable rain, she said, maybe a freeze after midnight, but not snow yet. Daniel found himself a little disappointed by this; it was only two weeks out from Christmas and he wanted it to show already, damn it. 

Daniel and most of the others worked clear through supper, losing track of time easily in a world that grew dark well before 5pm, and he swore to himself as the mantle clock in Marius' room chimed 8. Marius wouldn't be long now, not this time of night when he had been up at 5 that morning to ride into town. He kept watch out the window for his horse, smiling when he saw his master arrive, and set the water in the fire to hear for his bath. 

Ten minutes later Marius was at their door, and Daniel was immediately in his arms. 

“Haven't even gotten the door closed yet, my love,” laughed Marius, the rumble in his voice tired but so obviously happy to be home with his boy. Daniel smiled, pulling him inside and closing the white panels doors behind them. 

“As though you haven't kissed me in the kitchen just feet away from being caught,” he teased, standing up tall to kiss Marous full and hungry. “How was your visit?”

“Dull and exhausting as ever,” groaned Marius as Daniel began to undress him, sliding his jacket off his broad chest and shoulders. “Another man who hopes I would take an interest in wedding his daughter.”

“Well you are quite a talk, you know, my Lord, being 40 and unwed,” Daniel pointed out. Marius huffed.

“You know it is not the company of young women I prefer, Daniel.”

“No, only young boys,” he laughed, poking fun at the 21 year difference in their age. Daniel was grown, but so had been Marius when Daniel was even toddleing, something he both gently teased him for but which also drove him wild. He loved the lines at Marius' blue eyes and the wrinkle between his brows when he was concentrating, the gray streaming back from his temples through his blonde curls. Daniel couldn't get enough of him, and took pleasure in touching him as he undid the buttons of his waistcoat, then undid his tie and collar. His lord was a well built man, and he made no move to hide his admiration as he opened his shirt and trailed his hands down the firm curves of his chest and over the hair of his stomach. 

Marius sighed appreciatively as Daniel reached the front of his breeches, his interest showing despite his tiredness. “Well? What are you waiting for, boy? Undress me, bathe me.”

“With pleasure my lord,” Daniel whispered back, and off came Marius’ pants, his drawers, his stockings, and Daniel was proud of the roaring fire he had going, strong enough that Marius didn't shiver despite standing bare in his room. “Come.”

The bath was hot under Daniels work, several kettles of boiling water added to cold from the pump to make a wonderful place for Marius to rest. His gratitude was evident as he stepped in, the warmth soothing muscles sore from a long ride and a longer day.

Daniel drew a chair up and set to work immediately, taking a shaving of soap to begin down his lovers well muscled back. “It's to snow tonight,” said Daniel, lavishing his hands over his shoulders and neck as well.

“Don't worry my love, I will keep you warm,” said Marius, and Daniel flicked the back of his ear. Marius was nonplussed, and laughed. “Well what sort of master would I be if I could not keep my lover safe from the show and the cold and the frost?”

“Frost is beautiful at least,” said Daniel for black of anything else to say- flirtation was still new to him, and felt forbidden, even in the safety of their rooms. “The patterns of it across the windows always looked like lace to me. And now here I wear lace that is spun just as delicate.”

Marius leaned back in the tub so Daniel could wash his chest, and smiled. “And you wear it as beautiful as every bough of the trees and every crystal cut window pane,” he swore to Daniel, who could only blush as the chill creeped in closer outside. 

[kirnet]

Mira hated the Hawk.

It wasn’t the ship’s fault. She was a sturdy little thing, sleek and slippery in all the ways that mattered when you were on the run. It reminded Mira of some of her more exciting marks, though she always got them in the end.

No, the Hawk was charming and homely in its own way. Mira could handle the occasional exposed wire and the more-than-occasional spat between crewmates. The problem was that the Hawk was perfectly built to keep the cold vacuum around them from seeping in and ripping the recycled oxygen from their lungs.

Mira needed air on her face, no matter the quality. Room to stretch her legs. Room to run, climb, fall, anything. And she needed noise, life. 

The Exile- Kirnet- had shown her the true nature of the noise she so loved on Nar Shaddaa, the very thing that made her such a great huntress. It wasn’t cacophony, it was the Force, taking a note from every living creature on the whole damned planet and blending it into a chaotic symphony. No longer noise, but a melody. Now that she could begin to make sense of it, there wasn’t a bounty alive that could escape her.

But now she was training to be a Jedi, or at least what she thought a Jedi was. There was peace, and no emotion, and whatever else Kirnet had quickly run through during their first lesson (nose scrunched, not even really believing what she was repeating). Just the basics, she had said, things that every youngling knew by heart. Important, even if life had made Kirnet reevaluate their meaning. What her new mentor had made clear, though, was that she now held Mira to a higher standard, just like she did with her gaggle of students. The Force demanded respect. Trust. It demanded that you be better. You had to be just as comfortable with noise as you were when you were deaf to it.

So Mira tried to meditate, the silence in her little storage closet itching her like fiberglass. Her first task was to learn to find the currents in the quiet. Your crewmates, Kirnet had said with a sly smile, was more than interesting enough to hold her attention. Infuriating. Mira wished Kirnet had just pushed her out of the airlock and expected her to breathe, at least that would have been exciting.

Nothing. No matter how many times Mira relaxed her scrunched eyebrows and pretended to be relaxed she could not figure out what Kirnet had been talking about. Visas would know, but Mira tried her best to stay clear of the former Sith and her humming blade. Same with the crone in the back dormitory. The golden boy from the Republic was the next best bet. She had spotted him and their mentor meditating together many times.

She stood, her legs groaning in protest as she unraveled them from beneath her. Maybe she had been kneeling for longer than she thought. The door to the storage closet slid open, and Mira wiped her tired eyes, and… oh.

Kirnet- the Exile, the General, and whatever else the crew had taken to calling her- lay on the bench on the main hold, her cheek squished against the hard cushion. Her bangs fell as a dark curtain over her closed eyes. She looked truly serene, though she always looked that way to Mira, almost inhumanely so.

Really, the only indication that she was alive was the gentle rise and fall of her chest, each shallow breath animating the leather jacket draped over her side.

Oh.

After a quick check to make sure that Kirnet was truly asleep and that this wasn’t just some test, Mira took a silent step forward. It was certainly Atton’s jacket, only that fool would be dumb enough to wear one like it, yet it was placed so carefully over the sleeping Jedi. Her usually bare arms were perfectly covered, and the collar was tucked oh-so-gently under her chin, trapping as much warmth as possible inside its confines. 

Shit, it was so unbelievably Atton. Yeah, maybe it was a sweet gesture, a testament to a shared history that Mira could only guess at. But she saw it for what it really was: a message. Probably targeted at Disciple, or the Handmaiden, or hell, even herself. At everyone aboard this damned ship.

Don’t even try.

Laughable. She definitely remembered Kirnet’s spiel on attachment. It was possession and obsession, not camaraderie and love, and a Jedi had to be mindful of the difference. 

Atton was turning out to be a shit Jedi.

Mira shook her head, half disgusted and half amused. She assumed Kirnet was a much more lenient teacher than your average Jedi, but surely this would make her raise a brow at her favorite pupil. Though she’d probably just thank him and hand the jacket back with a chuckle, oblivious to anything else. Ugh. He always seemed to be her exception. 

Kirnet had been right about one thing: the crew was definitely more interesting than Mira had originally given them credit for. Already she could feel her senses angling towards the cockpit, at the layers of noise that almost completely hid Atton. 

Maybe Kirnet kept Atton around because they really were hooking up a power coupling, or maybe she was hyper-aware of all of his faults. That seemed most likely. In that case, she knew something about him that the rest of them didn’t.

Mira stepped back into the threshold of the storage room, her footsteps as quiet as the vacuum a few feet above her. She knelt, her eyes sliding closed easily. 

For now, Mira could hazard a guess as to what his deal was. It wouldn’t take her long to find out.

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Heat Wave

It was an unbearably hot summer, even by South Carolinian standards. Sweat pooled on Neil’s skin despite having taken another cold shower less than an hour earlier. The air conditioning died, so they had half a dozen fans blowing air around the living room; lights out and curtains drawn.  

Neil long since moved from the couch to the floor, rolling to a cooler spot when the laminate beneath him felt too hot and sticky under his bare skin. It was just him and Andrew; Nicky travelling in Germany to visit Erik, Kevin spending time with his father, and Aaron studying for yet another exam. He and Andrew had been looking forward to this trip. Neil didn’t expect anything just because they were alone, but he certainly didn’t think he’d spend the weekend melting into a puddle on the floor.

Andrew called many times to have someone come for repairs, but apparently many were having problems and thus they were put on a wait-list. He was waiting for a call back, dressed in a loose tank-top and steadily working through a melting bowl of ice cream.

Neil reached for his glass of water, the ice cubes almost melted. He took a sip and them pressed the blessedly cool glass against his cheek.

Andrew peeled his legs from the leather couch and finally joined Neil on the much cooler floor. He put up a valiant fight.

“Nicky has a kiddy pool in storage somewhere,” Andrew said. “And a hose.”

Nicky had a lot of things in storage at the house. Neil was amazed he managed to cram so much into so little space with the minimal storage they had in the garage and closets. Sitting in water in the shade of the backyard sounded like a wonderful idea, but they’d need to find the pool first. It also meant Neil would have to put his clothes back on.

“Do you have any idea where it is?”

“I haven’t seen it for a couple years. Try under the tarps.” Andrew stole Neil’s glass and downed the rest of the water, then began chewing the ice cubes. “I called the company. It’s your turn to be useful.”

With a groan, Neil rose to his feet. He dressed in a fresh t-shirt and some thin, ratty jean shorts before heading out to the garage. The heat permeated even there. He dug around in some of the junk Nicky had stored, noticing that some of it should’ve been in the garbage instead, included the holey tarps repaired with enough duct tape that even Neil considered them a lost cause. Sure enough, underneath those Neil found a light blue pool with assorted cartoon sea creatures covered in dust. The hose was thankfully close to the door, although it was kinked and knotted from not being rolled up properly.

He dragged everything outside and wiped the sweat from his face with his t-shirt. He spotted Andrew watching him from one of the windows, the curtain pulled aside just enough to show a sliver of this face. He didn’t emerge from the house until Neil already successfully connected the hose, washed the dust off the pool, and began filling it under the shade of one of the two trees in the yard.

Andrew walked up and tossed his phone and keys to the side. He grabbed the hose from Neil’s hands and doused his head with it. Water splashed in Neil’s face when he shook his hair out like a dog. Without warning, he turned the hose on Neil.

Neil sputtered as it caught him in the face, but he turned around so Andrew could drench his back as well, the cool water a relief against his overheated skin.

The pool was hardly big enough for both of them, but they made it work, pressed shoulder to shoulder, wet clothes clinging to their skin. When the pool was full, Neil had to get up to turn the water off and Andrew took the opportunity to claim more space for himself.

Neil splashed him when he returned. “Shove over.”

Andrew didn’t move.

Fitting himself into the leftover space, Neil cupped a handful of water into his palm, then let it slowly run through his fingers onto the top of Andrew’s head.

“I’ll drown you,” Andrew said.

“You can try.”

After a mad scramble of limbs, Andrew managed to grab the back of Neil’s shirt and dunk him in the small amount of water left in the pool. Andrew released him immediately afterwards, mouth only twitching in response to Neil’s laughter.

One of Andrew’s legs was thrown over Neil’s during the struggle. Neil waited for Andrew to pull away, but he stayed where he was, fingers idly trailing up Neil’s side where his shirt rode up. Neil relaxed into the touch, sighing when Andrew traced the dip of his waist.

Neil’s clothes clung to him uncomfortably, the water was starting to warm up and feel more gross than cool and relaxing, but Andrew’s eyes were dark and when he leaned in for a kiss, Neil couldn’t up but rise up to meet him.

They couldn’t do anything much in the backyard. It was private enough with the neighbour’s fences, but was still far too open. Neil wished for the privacy of a vacant roof or the four walls encasing their bedroom, but the roof wasn’t available and the bedroom was a sauna.

“It’s too hot,” Neil complained against Andrew’s lips.

Andrew ducked his head to kiss Neil’s throat, his hum reverberating against Neil’s skin. “I’m going to start burning things if they don’t get our air conditioning on soon.”

“Fire would only make the problem worse.”

“That’s not the point.” Andrew pulled back and ran his fingers through the water. “This feels like a warm bowl of soup. It’s disgusting.”

“It was your idea.”

“You’re the one that executed it.”

“It was also your idea to come to Columbia. If we stayed in Palmetto, we could be at the court. Which has air conditioning.”

“We could also be playing Exy. I’d rather be soup.”

With the pool needing a refill, Neil got up to get the hose running again. It wasn’t so bad with the fresh water, and Neil figured he’d need to keep replacing the water in the pool consistently for it to be bearable.

When Neil rejoined him, Andrew went from running his fingers though the water to running them over Neil’s skin instead. Casual touch was nothing new to them – especially when they had privacy. Neil was familiar with stolen kisses in the kitchen before anyone else awoke in the house in Columbia. He was delightfully accustomed to caresses along the small of his back when Andrew passed him, quick and subtle while everyone else remained oblivious. A tap on the wrist, a tug on a sleeve, a nudge with a shoulder.

This was similar, but different. These touches were charged with the frustration of not being able to take them any further. Neil draped an arm over Andrew’s shoulder, tangling his fingers in damp hair as Andrew explored his body with deceptive innocence.

A touch on Neil’s collarbone under his shirt, pressing against a fading hickey Andrew left days earlier. A touch on Neil’s knee, fingers splayed the same way they were on Tuesday when Andrew pushed Neil down on the dorm bed and gave him a blowjob before Kevin returned from his classes. A tug on Neil’s hair, followed by a soft caress of his jaw – reminiscent of the first time Neil sucked Andrew off a month earlier.

Neil couldn’t help but shiver, meeting Andrew’s lips again, moaning quietly. He was about to suggest they go inside despite the heat when Andrew’s cellphone finally rang.

Andrew pulled away to answer, voice tinged with impatience as he answered questions. When he hung up, he gestured for Neil to get up. “Fifteen minutes.”  

Neil was torn between being glad their air conditioning would be on and being frustrated that they had to interrupt when they did. He wrung out his clothes the best he could before heading inside. He ended up having to mop up the floor after Andrew anyway, who left his sopping clothes on the bathroom floor while he put on fresh ones to meet with the technicians. One day of heat and they already had a full load of laundry they’d need to do.

He heard voices while he was in the middle of filling the washing machine, and he investigated only enough to see Andrew talking with a guy and a girl who seemed to be the technicians. Neil just finished cleaning up when he felt blessedly cool air blowing from the vents.

Neil was heading back to the living room when Andrew intercepted him in the hall, grabbing the waistband of Neil’s shorts to pull him towards the bedroom.

“They’re gone,” Andrew said. “Yes or no?”

Neil’s ‘yes’ was murmured against Andrew’s throat. He didn’t care that the air conditioning had only been running for a couple minutes. It was still too damn hot, but Andrew’s mouth was hotter. It’d cool down by the time they were finished with each other.

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Top PVC Curtain Manufacturers in Bangalore | High-Quality Solutions for Every Industry

Discover the best PVC Curtain Manufacturers in Bangalore offering high-quality, durable, and customizable PVC strip curtains for industrial and commercial use.

If you are looking for the top PVC Curtain Manufacturers in Bangalore, you’re in the right place! PVC curtains, also known as strip curtains, are the perfect solution for maintaining temperature, hygiene, and dust control in a variety of industries. From manufacturing plants to cold storage units, PVC curtains help businesses enhance efficiency and cleanliness, all while offering cost-effective solutions for high-traffic doorways.

Why Choose PVC Curtain Manufacturers in Bangalore?

Choosing the right PVC Curtain Manufacturer in Bangalore is crucial for businesses that want durable, functional, and easy-to-install PVC curtains. These manufacturers offer high-quality solutions that can be customized to suit various industrial and commercial needs. Here are the key benefits:

Temperature Control: PVC strip curtains help maintain a stable temperature by reducing air exchange, which is particularly useful for cold storage units and food processing industries.

Dust and Insect Control: By creating a barrier, PVC curtains keep dust, insects, and contaminants out of your workspace, ensuring cleanliness and compliance with health regulations.

Energy Efficiency: Installing PVC curtains can significantly reduce your energy costs by minimizing heat loss in air-conditioned areas or retaining cool temperatures in refrigerated zones.

Customizable Solutions: Top PVC Curtain Manufacturers in Bangalore offer tailored designs that meet the specific needs of your business, whether it’s heavy-duty industrial applications or light commercial usage.

Key Applications of PVC Curtains

Warehouses: PVC curtains help control temperature and prevent dust infiltration in busy industrial environments.

Food Processing Units: Ensures hygiene by acting as a barrier to pests and contaminants while maintaining necessary temperatures.

Cold Storage: Prevents temperature loss, making these curtains essential for refrigerated rooms and cold storage facilities.

Hospitals: Used to maintain sterile environments by controlling airflow and preventing cross-contamination.

Conclusion

If you’re looking for reliable PVC Curtain Manufacturers in Bangalore, Pestology Combines offers premium solutions that meet industrial standards. With a reputation for quality and customer satisfaction, Pestology Combines provides durable and efficient PVC strip curtains that enhance your operational efficiency. Visit Pestology Combines to explore their range of PVC curtains designed to cater to your specific needs, ensuring energy efficiency, hygiene, and temperature control in every application.

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The Benefits of Using Butchers' Curtains in Cold Storage

In the world of food preservation, temperature control is crucial, especially when it comes to keeping meat fresh. One simple but highly effective solution is the use of butchers curtains in cold storage units. These PVC strip curtains act as a barrier, helping to maintain the cold temperatures inside the storage area while preventing warm air from entering. Not only do they protect the freshness of meat, but they also offer additional benefits such as energy efficiency, cleanliness, and improved workplace safety.

In this article, we’ll delve into the many advantages of using butchers' curtains in cold storage and explore how they can benefit various industries.

What Are Butchers' Curtains?

Butchers' curtains, also known as PVC strip curtains, are flexible plastic barriers used in cold storage units. They are made from clear or tinted strips of durable PVC that hang vertically, forming a barrier across doorways or storage areas. Their primary function is to control the temperature by minimizing the exchange of warm and cold air.

Unlike traditional doors, butchers' curtains allow for easy access while still maintaining the necessary temperature control. Their versatility makes them a staple in butcher shops, cold storage rooms, and various commercial and industrial settings.

Materials Used in Butchers' Curtains

The material used to create butchers' curtains is PVC (Polyvinyl Chloride). PVC is the preferred choice due to its flexibility, durability, and ability to withstand both cold and warm temperatures.

Why PVC is Ideal for Temperature Regulation

PVC is an excellent material for this purpose because it is resistant to moisture, chemical exposure, and extreme temperatures. Its insulating properties help prevent the transfer of air, which is essential for maintaining the right temperature in cold storage areas.

Preserving Freshness of Meat

One of the key benefits of butchers' curtains is their ability to preserve the freshness of meat by maintaining a stable temperature inside cold storage units. When warm air enters cold storage, it can raise the temperature, leading to the spoilage of perishable items like meat. Butchers' curtains act as a barrier, reducing the amount of warm air that enters the area each time someone passes through.

By preventing fluctuations in temperature, these curtains ensure that meat stays fresh for longer, reducing waste and improving product quality.

Energy Efficiency in Cold Storage

Energy efficiency is another major advantage of using butchers' curtains. When warm air enters a cold storage unit, it forces the refrigeration system to work harder to maintain the desired temperature. This increased workload leads to higher energy consumption and, consequently, higher energy bills.

Butchers' curtains minimize this issue by preventing the exchange of air between the inside and outside of the storage unit. This reduces the need for constant refrigeration, saving energy and lowering operational costs for businesses.

Improved Hygiene and Cleanliness

In addition to temperature control, butchers' curtains also play a vital role in maintaining hygiene in cold storage environments. By acting as a barrier, they help prevent dust, dirt, and other contaminants from entering the storage area. This is particularly important in food-related industries where cleanliness is a top priority.

Durability and Flexibility of PVC Curtains

PVC curtains are incredibly durable, making them suitable for heavy-duty environments. They can withstand frequent use, impact, and exposure to harsh conditions without tearing or breaking. Their flexibility also allows them to be easily installed and removed, making them an adaptable solution for various businesses.

Noise Reduction

In busy environments like butcher shops or warehouses, noise can be a concern. Butchers' curtains help to reduce noise levels by acting as a sound barrier. This creates a quieter and more comfortable working environment.

Versatility Beyond Cold Storage

Although butchers' curtains are commonly associated with cold storage, their versatility extends far beyond this application. They are used in a variety of settings, including:

Welding workshops: To protect workers from sparks and intense light.

Schools and nurseries: As soft barriers between different spaces.

Manufacturing plants: To separate different work areas.

Chillers: In other industries where temperature control is vital.

Butchers' Curtains and Workplace Safety

In addition to temperature control and noise reduction, butchers' curtains also contribute to workplace safety. By separating different work areas, they reduce the risk of accidents by preventing people from walking into hazardous zones. Their transparency allows for visibility, ensuring that employees can see what’s on the other side before entering.

Environmental Benefits

PVC curtains are not only beneficial for business but can also contribute to environmental sustainability. By improving energy efficiency and reducing the need for constant refrigeration, they help to lower the carbon footprint of businesses that use cold storage solutions.

About Rayflex Group

The Rayflex Group is a UK-based company that specializes in providing PVC strip curtains and welding screens for businesses across a wide range of industries. Their products are known for their quality and durability, offering solutions that improve energy efficiency, hygiene, and safety in commercial and industrial settings.

Rayflex supplies PVC curtains to various industries, including food storage, welding workshops, schools, nurseries, and manufacturing plants. Their range of products can be tailored to suit specific business needs, ensuring that customers receive the best possible solution.

Customer Reviews

Here are some testimonials from butchers across the UK who have benefited from investing in PVC strip curtains:

"The PVC curtains from Rayflex have made a huge difference in our cold storage. We’ve noticed the meat stays fresher for longer, and our energy bills have dropped significantly." – John, Butcher in Manchester.

"We used to struggle with maintaining the right temperature in our chiller, but since installing PVC curtains, it’s been much easier. They’re durable and easy to clean, too." – Sarah, Butcher in London.

"Our team loves how easy it is to move in and out of the cold room without worrying about doors. The PVC curtains keep everything cool and hygienic." – Mark, Butcher in Liverpool.

"I was sceptical at first, but these curtains really do make a difference. The temperature inside our cold storage is much more consistent now." – Alice, Butcher in Birmingham.

"Great product and even better customer service. Rayflex provided exactly what we needed for our shop." – Peter, Butcher in Bristol.

Conclusion

In summary, butchers' curtains offer numerous benefits for cold storage environments. Not only do they help preserve the freshness of meat by preventing the exchange of warm and cold air, but they also improve energy efficiency, hygiene, and safety. Their versatility makes them a valuable addition to a wide range of industries beyond just food storage.

If you're looking for a reliable and cost-effective solution to improve temperature control and cleanliness in your cold storage units, PVC curtains could be the perfect fit.

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The Advantages of Installing PVC Strip Curtains for Your Business

For businesses across various industries, maintaining efficiency, hygiene, and energy savings is crucial. One solution that has been growing in popularity due to its versatility and practicality is the PVC strip curtain. Whether used in warehouses, manufacturing plants, or food processing facilities, strip curtains offer an affordable and effective way to improve operational performance. In this blog, we will explore the benefits of PVC strip curtains and why they are essential for businesses seeking better control of their environments.

What are PVC Strip Curtains?

PVC strip curtains are flexible plastic strips made from polyvinyl chloride (PVC) that hang vertically in doorways, entrances, or partitioned areas. These transparent strips overlap slightly to form a barrier, which helps regulate temperatures, prevent dust and contaminants from entering, and allows easy access for people, vehicles, or equipment to pass through.

Benefits of PVC Strip Curtains

Temperature Control and Energy EfficiencyOne of the main reasons businesses install PVC strip curtains is to maintain temperature control. In environments where there is constant foot or vehicle traffic, such as loading docks or cold storage rooms, these curtains help retain conditioned air. Whether it's keeping cold air inside refrigerated areas or preventing warm air from escaping heated rooms, PVC strip curtains act as a thermal barrier, reducing the strain on HVAC systems and leading to significant energy savings.

Enhanced Hygiene and Contamination PreventionFor industries where cleanliness is crucial, such as food processing or pharmaceutical manufacturing, PVC strip curtains offer an excellent way to keep contaminants out. These curtains prevent the entry of dust, dirt, and even pests, ensuring that sensitive areas remain clean and hygienic. In addition, the easy-to-clean material helps businesses comply with sanitation standards.

Noise ReductionIn busy environments like factories or workshops, controlling noise levels can improve the comfort and productivity of employees. PVC strip curtains help reduce noise pollution by acting as a sound barrier between different work zones, especially in areas with machinery or heavy traffic.

Improved Workflow and AccessibilityUnlike traditional doors or barriers, PVC strip curtains allow for seamless access. People, machinery, and vehicles can pass through without the need to open or close doors, which improves workflow and reduces the time lost in moving between areas. Additionally, the transparency of PVC strip curtains allows for greater visibility, reducing the risk of accidents when moving equipment or handling products.

Cost-Effective SolutionWhen compared to other forms of industrial barriers or doors, PVC strip curtains are an affordable option. They are easy to install and require minimal maintenance, making them a cost-effective solution for businesses that want to create controlled environments without a large initial investment. Plus, their durability ensures long-term usage, further reducing replacement costs.

Flexibility for Various ApplicationsThe adaptability of PVC strip curtains makes them suitable for a wide range of industries and applications. From separating work zones in factories to maintaining hygiene in food processing areas, these curtains can be customized to fit the specific needs of any business. They are available in different sizes, thicknesses, and even colors, allowing for further customization depending on the type of environment they will be used in.

Applications of PVC Strip Curtains

Cold Storage and RefrigerationIn cold storage facilities, maintaining the internal temperature is vital to preserving products. PVC strip curtains help prevent cold air from escaping when doors are frequently opened for loading and unloading. This leads to lower energy costs and ensures that stored goods remain at the correct temperature.

Warehouses and Distribution CentersIn warehouses, PVC strip curtains can be used to partition different work zones, improving temperature control, dust management, and noise reduction. They are also useful at loading docks to prevent external elements from entering while still allowing easy access for forklifts and other machinery.

Food Processing FacilitiesMaintaining hygiene is a top priority in food processing plants. PVC strip curtains create barriers that keep out dust, insects, and other contaminants, ensuring a clean and controlled environment. These curtains also help in maintaining the temperature in food storage areas.

Manufacturing and Industrial PlantsIn industrial environments where different processes take place, PVC strip curtains can help create work zones, keeping dust, fumes, or chemicals contained within designated areas. This improves safety and ensures that the environment remains clean and productive.

Retail and Commercial SpacesIn retail environments, PVC strip curtains are used in back-of-house areas, such as stockrooms or cold storage areas. They allow easy access for staff while maintaining temperature and cleanliness. In some commercial spaces, they are also used in customer-facing areas to create partitions or temporary barriers.

Why Choose High-Quality PVC Strip Curtains?

When it comes to PVC strip curtains, quality matters. Investing in high-quality curtains from a trusted manufacturer ensures durability, effectiveness, and longevity. Here’s what to look for when choosing PVC strip curtains for your business:

Durability: High-quality PVC materials will resist wear and tear, even in environments with heavy traffic or harsh conditions.

Customization: Choose a supplier that offers customization options, so you can get the exact size, thickness, and features you need for your specific application.

Safety Standards: Ensure that the curtains meet industry safety standards, especially if you are using them in food or healthcare environments.

Ease of Maintenance: The best PVC strip curtains are easy to clean and maintain, ensuring that they continue to provide effective barriers without constant upkeep.

Conclusion

PVC strip curtains offer an excellent combination of flexibility, durability, and cost-efficiency, making them an ideal choice for a wide range of commercial and industrial applications. From maintaining temperature control to ensuring a clean and hygienic environment, these versatile curtains provide numerous benefits that enhance the efficiency of your operations.

Whether you're in the food industry, manufacturing, or logistics, investing in quality PVC strip curtains can lead to significant improvements in energy savings, workflow, and hygiene. Be sure to choose a reliable manufacturer that can provide durable, customized solutions to meet your business needs.

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High-Quality Plastic Door Curtain Strips by SRM COOL Solutions: Versatile and Efficient

SRM COOL Solutions offers top-of-the-line plastic door curtain strips designed to enhance efficiency and versatility in various environments. These plastic door curtain strips are essential for maintaining temperature control, reducing energy costs, and improving workflow in commercial and industrial settings. In this article, we delve into the features, benefits, and applications of plastic door curtain strips, explaining why they are an indispensable component in maintaining optimal conditions in various facilities.

Plastic door curtain strips are made from durable, high-quality PVC material that provides excellent transparency and flexibility. This transparency allows for clear visibility through doorways, which is crucial in busy areas where safety and communication are paramount. The flexibility of these strips ensures that they can withstand frequent passage without damage, maintaining their effectiveness over time.

One of the primary benefits of plastic door curtain strips is their ability to help maintain temperature control within a space. These strips create an effective barrier that minimizes the exchange of air between different areas, which is particularly important in environments such as cold storage facilities, food processing plants, and warehouses. By reducing the loss of conditioned air, plastic door curtain strips help in maintaining a consistent temperature, leading to significant energy savings and improved product preservation.

In addition to temperature control, plastic door curtain strips are highly effective in controlling dust, insects, and noise. This makes them an ideal solution for maintaining cleanliness and reducing contamination in sensitive areas such as pharmaceutical plants, clean rooms, and laboratories. Their ability to dampen noise also contributes to a more comfortable and efficient working environment.

The installation and maintenance of plastic door curtain strips are straightforward, making them a cost-effective solution for enhancing operational efficiency. SRM COOL Solutions provides comprehensive installation guides and support to ensure that their plastic door curtain strips are installed correctly and function optimally.

In summary, plastic door curtain strips from SRM COOL Solutions offer a versatile and efficient solution for a wide range of applications. Their durability, transparency, and ability to maintain environmental control make them an invaluable asset in commercial and industrial settings. Choose SRM COOL Solutions for high-quality plastic door curtain strips that enhance productivity and sustainability in your facility.

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Common Challenges in Cold Room Door Installation and How to Overcome Them

Common Challenges in Cold Room Door Installation and How to Overcome Them Cold room doors are critical in maintaining the integrity of temperature-controlled environments such as food storage facilities, pharmaceutical labs, and industrial cold rooms. However, installing these doors can present various challenges that must be addressed efficiently to ensure optimal performance. In this article, we'll explore some common challenges faced during cold room door installation and provide insights on overcoming them.

Proper Sizing and Measurement:

One of the fundamental challenges in cold room door installation is ensuring accurate sizing and measurement. Cold rooms come in various dimensions, and a precise fit is crucial to prevent energy loss and maintain temperature consistency. Improper sizing can lead to gaps, air leakage, and compromised insulation, ultimately affecting the cold room's efficiency.

To overcome this challenge, it is essential to work closely with experienced cold room door manufacturers who understand the importance of precise measurements. Conduct thorough inspections of the installation site and provide detailed specifications to ensure custom-made doors fit perfectly. Additionally, double-check measurements before finalizing the order to avoid costly reworks and delays.

Structural Compatibility:

Another challenge arises from ensuring structural compatibility between the cold room door and the surrounding framework. Cold room environments may have specific structural requirements due to temperature fluctuations, humidity, and hygiene standards. Installing doors incompatible with the existing structure can lead to instability, poor sealing, and compromised safety.

To address this challenge:

Collaborate with cold room doors manufacturers who offer customizable solutions tailored to your specific structural needs.

Ensure that the selected doors are designed to withstand the cold room's environmental conditions while providing robust sealing mechanisms.

Conduct thorough assessments of the installation site's structural integrity and make necessary modifications to effectively accommodate the chosen door system.

Insulation and Sealing:

Effective insulation and sealing are paramount for maintaining the desired temperature levels inside the cold room and preventing energy wastage. Improper insulation or sealing gaps can result in thermal bridging, condensation buildup, and increased energy consumption. A tight seal is particularly challenging in cold rooms due to temperature differentials and frequent door openings.

Invest in high-quality cold room doors equipped with advanced insulation materials and sealing mechanisms to tackle this challenge. Cold room doors manufacturers offer a range of insulation options, including polyurethane foam, expanded polystyrene, and thermal breaks, to meet varying requirements. Additionally, consider installing automatic door systems equipped with air curtains or inflatable seals to minimize air infiltration during door operation.

Regular maintenance and inspections are crucial for ensuring optimal insulation and sealing performance. Schedule routine checks to promptly identify and address any signs of wear, damage, or deterioration. Replace worn-out seals, repair damaged insulation, and lubricate moving parts to keep the cold room doors functioning efficiently.

Compliance with Regulations:

Cold room installations are subject to various regulations and standards governing energy efficiency, hygiene, and safety. Failure to comply can result in fines, penalties, and disruptions to operations. Ensuring that cold room doors meet relevant regulatory requirements is essential for legal compliance and operational integrity.

To navigate regulatory challenges effectively:

Partner with cold room doors manufacturers who prioritize compliance and certification.

Choose doors that meet or exceed industry standards for thermal performance, fire safety, hygiene, and structural integrity.

Work closely with regulatory authorities to obtain necessary permits and certifications before commencing installation activities.

Additionally, invest in ongoing training and education for cold room operations and maintenance personnel. Ensure staff members understand regulatory requirements and are trained to operate and maintain cold room doors safely and effectively.

Conclusion: Installing cold room doors requires careful planning, collaboration, and attention to detail. By addressing issues such as proper sizing, structural compatibility, insulation, sealing, and regulatory compliance, businesses can overcome these challenges and ensure the efficient operation of their cold room facilities. Partnering with experienced cold room doors manufacturers who offer customizable solutions and prioritize quality and compliance is key to successful installations that meet the unique needs of temperature-controlled environments.

Remember, the success of a cold room installation hinges on selecting the right doors and implementing best practices throughout the installation process. With proper planning, coordination, and support from knowledgeable professionals, businesses can overcome common challenges and reap the benefits of a well-designed and properly installed cold room door system.

By addressing these challenges head-on, businesses can optimize energy efficiency, maintain product integrity, and ensure regulatory compliance in their cold room facilities. Cold room door manufacturers play a crucial role in this process, providing expertise, innovative solutions, and ongoing support to help businesses achieve their cold storage objectives.