#Braided Gland Packing

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PTFE Braided Gland Packing Manufacturer & Supplier in UAE

Petromet Sealings is a leading PTFE Braided Gland Packing Manufacturer, Suppliers in UAE. With over two decades of experience, We have established a strong reputation for our quality PTFE Gland Packing and excellent customer service. PTFE Braided Gland Packing Manufacturer in UAE is highly competitive and dynamic with quality and customer satisfaction.

Petromet Sealings is a well known PTFE Braided Gland Packing Manufacturer, Suppliers in UAE. Our quality control process starts with the selection of raw materials. Petromet Sealing sources only the best quality raw materials from trusted suppliers. Before using any raw material, it undergoes strict quality checks to ensure that it meets its Strict standards. PTFE packings are commonly used in petrochemicals, textiles, paper & pulp, chemicals, power plants and other industries. During the manufacturing process, the PTFE Balls undergo various quality checks to ensure that they are made to perfection. We are also an Asbestos Replacement Products Manufacturer in India.

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"Sir Perchard Attenbirdo's Guide To Pegasi Husbandry" floated in the green flames of Queen Chrysalis Sparkle's magic. The Changeling monarch shifted a bit uneasily as she turned the page. She groaned, seeking a more comfortable position to lie in as she studied the tome. Gravid as she was the task was proving annoyingly difficult. She adjusted her abdomen to account for the unusually large mass of eggs she could feel pulsing inside of her, that and the weight of her proudly puffed-up little pony wife, perched on her shell. Queen Twilight sat, head held high, her crest of chest-fluff poofed out to twice normal size. The lavender alicorn awkwardly flapped her wings with a smile so broad it threatened to split her face in half. Chrysalis chuckled and turned back to her book. With a loving sigh and a slight shake of her head she continued pouring over the words. At least the Griffin documentarians writing was neat and easily legible.... "It is observed to be instinctive in modern Pegasi to engage in a sort of nesting behaviour. Regardless of the hour, be their young only a newly announced expectation or already birthed and seeking the warm comfort of their avian/equine birth givers, all pegasi can be witnessed engaging in this somewhat ritualistic act. While sub-strains from the Northern reaches of the Kltpszy mountain range engage in a more astronomically-inspired rite of-" She grumbled with a snarl and an impatient roll of her eyes. "Get to the point... long-winded, pretentious buzzard..." She huffed and skipped ahead a few pages. "The parent will gather a nest together. Using the highly specialized magic-manipulation structures of their wings, they will gather together stray wisps of clouds. The parent will scour the cirrus layer for the lightest and fluffiest of materials, gingerly grasping them with their primary feathers. With carefully guided flaps of their wings the parent will further fluff the clouds up while packing them together to create a soft, silky space suitable for the warm, protective security of their young." Chrysalis set her chin with a thoughtful snicker. "Well, this explains why she kept whacking me on the rump, I suppose." "Once the nest is constructed to the parents satisfaction they will then begin the dance that is marking it with their scent." Chrysalis eyebrow perked up. Her serpentine tongue flicked at the air, tasting her giddy wife's parental joy and love. " A series of specialized glands running the length of the wings secrete the pheromones which pegasi used to communicate in ancient, less civilized times. Complex magical messages were passed along on the same air currents which enable pegasi flight. These messages could be anything from a simple marking of territory as 'claimed' by a particular family to the highly detailed information of weather patterns in nearby areas. In this instance the parent will douse the nest with their scent to provide a place of familiarity and comfort for their young." She flickered her tongue again, tasting herself. She noticed her chitin had taken on a distinctly sweet, slightly flowery tang, like that of her wife, honeysuckle, vanilla and a hint of barbeque... This was interesting, a little disturbing but perversely interesting. She proudly wore Twilight's ring, the enchanted golden twin to her own. She still wore the alicorn engagement token of her primary feather woven into her mane with a braid of Twilight's tricolor tresses. She had even taken her name, officially being recognized among their pony subjects as 'Most Exalted Queen-mother Chrysalis Sparkle'. Now, she had her scent as well. Her fangs glinted as the corners of her mouth turned up in a gleeful curve. She chuckled at the thought. She had her stink. The mighty queen sighed and set her head upon the book as a makeshift pillow. She purred "Ah... the things we do for love."

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Efficient OEM Pumps Replacement Mechanical Seals: Optimal Functionality

Exploring Mechanical Seals, OEM Pumps, and Online Steam Joints

In the world of industrial machinery, reliability and efficiency are paramount. Whether you're involved in manufacturing, chemical processing, or any industry that relies on fluid handling equipment, the importance of mechanical seals, OEM pumps, and steam joints cannot be overstated. These components play a vital role in ensuring the seamless operation of various machines and systems. In this article, we'll delve into the world of mechanical seal manufacturer, OEM pump manufacturers, the best online steam joints, and the various types of gland packing seals, with a specific focus on multi-spring mechanical seals.

Mechanical Seal Manufacturers:

Mechanical seals are critical components in preventing the leakage of fluids from pumps, agitators, and other rotary equipment. They provide a dynamic seal between a rotating shaft and a stationary part, effectively sealing off the process fluid and ensuring the integrity of the equipment. Mechanical seal manufacturers are responsible for designing, producing, and supplying these seals to various industries.

Choosing a reliable mechanical seal manufacturer is essential for ensuring the longevity and efficiency of your machinery. These manufacturers utilize advanced materials, designs, and manufacturing processes to create seals that can withstand the harsh conditions of industrial applications. They often offer a range of mechanical seal types, such as single spring, double spring, and multi-spring seals, to meet the specific needs of different industries and applications.

OEM Pumps Manufacturer:

Original Equipment Manufacturer (OEM) pumps play a crucial role in various industries, providing customized solutions for specific applications. These manufacturers design and produce pumps that are integrated into larger systems and equipment, tailored to the unique requirements of their customers. OEM pumps are known for their reliability, performance, and efficiency.

Working with an OEM pumps manufacturer allows businesses to acquire pumps that are specifically engineered to meet their exact needs. These pumps can be designed to handle different fluids, pressures, and flow rates, ensuring that the machinery they're incorporated into operates optimally. OEM pump manufacturers often provide maintenance and support services, making it easier for businesses to maintain and service their equipment.

Best Online Steam Joints:

Steam joints, also known as rotary unions, are essential components in a wide range of industries, including paper mills, food processing, and manufacturing. They are responsible for transferring steam or other media from a stationary source to a rotating component, such as a drum or roll. Finding the best online steam joints is essential for ensuring a leak-free and efficient transfer of steam or other fluids.

The best online steam joints are those that are not only reliable but also designed to meet the specific requirements of your application. They should be capable of handling high temperatures, pressures, and speeds, while also minimizing maintenance requirements. Online suppliers of steam joints often provide a variety of options, allowing customers to select the appropriate size, configuration, and material to match their needs.

Gland Packing Seal Types:

Gland packing, also known as packing or mechanical packing, is a traditional sealing method used in applications where mechanical seals may not be suitable or cost-effective. Gland packing consists of braided or twisted materials, such as graphite, PTFE, or asbestos, which are inserted around a shaft or valve stem to prevent leakage.

There are various types of gland packing seal materials and styles available to suit different applications. These include:

Die-Formed Gland Packing: This type of packing is manufactured with specific shapes and dimensions to fit into sealing spaces efficiently.

Graphite Gland Packing: Graphite packing is widely used in high-temperature and high-pressure applications. It offers excellent thermal conductivity and lubrication properties.

PTFE Gland Packing: PTFE packing is highly resistant to chemicals and is often used in applications involving corrosive fluids.

Aramid Fiber Gland Packing: Aramid fiber packing is known for its strength and is suitable for applications where abrasion resistance is essential.

Multi-Spring Mechanical Seal:

Multi-spring mechanical seals are a type of mechanical seal that utilizes multiple springs to provide the necessary axial movement to maintain the seal's integrity. These seals are designed to handle a wide range of applications, including those with high pressures and speeds. The multiple springs ensure even distribution of force and allow for self-adjustment, which can enhance the longevity of the seal.

In conclusion, the choice of mechanical seal manufacturers, OEM pump manufacturers, steam joints, and gland packing seal types can significantly impact the efficiency and reliability of industrial machinery. Understanding the specific requirements of your application and working with trusted suppliers is crucial to ensure that your equipment operates seamlessly, with minimal downtime and maintenance. Whether you opt for advanced multi-spring mechanical seals or traditional gland packing, selecting the right components is essential for the success of your operations.

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Fashion & Appearance Stats. BOLD what applies to your muse.

Tagged By: Walter von der Vogelweide !    Tagging:  @alchemaxed @spinxeret @iobartach @goblinfire @wovendeath  @sickthem @voltedblood  @the-rogue-dragon @inhcritance  @books-and-right-hooks @kylo-wrecked @canoncompliance @prabhakarr @attercopus  @sleeperkeeper @betterbutbitter  @svperboi @itsybitsypeterparker @neonwebs @carnivorousfatality !    

BODY long legs / short legs / average legs / slender thighs / thick thighs / muscular thighs / skinny arms / soft arms / muscular arms / toned stomach / flat stomach / flabby stomach / soft stomach / six pack / beer belly / lean frame / muscular frame / voluptuous frame / petite frame / lanky frame / short nails / long nails / manicured nails / dirty nails / flat ass / toned ass / bubble butt / thick ass / small waist / thick waist / narrow hips / average hips / wide hips / big feet / average feet / small feet / soft feet / slender feet / calloused hands / soft hands / big hands / average hands / small hands / long fingers / short fingers / average fingers / broad shouldered / underweight / average weight / overweight  

SKIN   pale / rosy / olive / dark / tanned / blotchy / smooth / acne / dry / greasy / freckled / scarred  The Poxcars on Wolfs body concentrate as its usual in the Variola on her face, her lower arms and hands, her feet and on the lymphatic glands areas- so in her armpits and lumbar region. There are only a few other small scars on her upper body, back or outside of her thighs. The scars had turned smooth with frayed edges, pale and look compared to her dark complexion brighter, occaisonally even pink. Wolf has the habit to scratch her scars, epecially on the side of the face, which is not especially good for the sensetive skin.

EYES   small / large / average / grey / brown / blue / green / gold / hazel / red / doe - eyed / almond / close - set / wide - set / squinty / monolid / heavy eyelids / upturned / downturned  

HAIR   thin / thick / fine / normal / greasy / dry / coarse / soft / shiny / curly / frizzy / wild / unruly / straight / smooth / wavy / spikey / floppy / cropped / pixie - cut / shoulder length / back length / waist length / hip lenght / buzz cut / bald / jaw length / mohawk / white / platinum blonde / golden blonde / dirty blonde / colourless / blonde / ombre / light brown / mouse brown / chestnut brown / golden brown / chocolate brown / dark brown / jet black / ginger / auburn / dyed red / dyed an unnatural color / thin eyebrows / average eyebrows / thick eyebrows Wolf has what would today be considered a Wolfcut. She usually braids ribbons in her hair so the ribbon would keep uneven hairstrains in her braids. As someone living in italy Wolf is jut int he area where it is normal for women, even married one, to show their hair, although she a unmarried woman would not be criticed for that in the first place. SHe is however not of a high enough social status to wear her hair loose and with a adorned headband, as obviously wearing hair that goes past her butt over the day would just make it knot when she is working.   When she had been a child , or when she now has to look presentable Wolf had and will sew the braids in a heidibraid with the ribbons. Usually Wolf will keep the braids in for about three days before opening them, washing her hair with vinegar, brushing it out, letting it dry and then braiding it again.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS   no tattoos / one tattoo / a few here and there / multiple / full sleeve / thigh tattoo / neck tattoo / chest tattoo / back tattoo / no piercings  / ear piercings / nose piercing / lip piercing / tongue piercing / eyebrow piercing / navel piercing / cheek piercing / nipple piercing / genital piercing  After Wolf took part in Friedrichs II crusade, she lets herself be tattooed a pilgrim cross with the year on her back, as its normal for christian pilgrims in jerusalem. Tattoos are in medieval chritianity usually a symbol of how far the person had gone for their faith, so naturally there are pilgrimm tattoos to show how far they had literally traveled- obviously that view on tattoos changes with the cultural background, but Wolf mainly let the tattoo made to show herself that she is done with this chapter of her life that had started with the Children Crusades, now that she had finally reached Jerusalem. She also has therapeutic tattoo in the manner that there are dark line and dots on her skin (especially on her back and insid of her joints) wher she had had aches after she had survived the poxs and was prone to jointinflamation. The inflamations stopped after she had been bitten by the spider. As Wolf takes part in Friedrichs II crusade, she usually should have had a tattoo of a latin cross as it was usual for crusaders to have that tattooed. However, as wolf struggle with the faith aspect of christianity and faith in general, she did not got this tattoo.

COSMETICS   eyeliner / light eyeliner / heavy eyeliner / cat eyes / mascara / fake eyelashes / matte lipstick / regular lipstick / lipgloss / red lips / pink lips / dark lips / bronzer / highlighter / eyeshadow / neutral eyeshadow / smoky eyes / colorful eyeshadow / blush / lipliner / light contouring / heavy contouring / powder / matte foundation / shiny foundation / concealer / wears regularly / occasionally wears / never wears If Wolf is going out, she would occaisonally put a mix of rosewater, honey and bryony on her lips. The bryony irritates the skin of her lips which makes them appear a little bit redder and fuller. However, it is still a irritation and while Wolf puts honey on her lips every morning and evening as skincare, the complete mixture is not something that should be reacted today.

SCENT   floral / fruity / perfumes / aftershave / cocoa / moisturizer / shampoo / vinegar / cigarettes / leather / sweat / food / incense / marijuana / cologne / whiskey / wine / fried food / blood / fire / metal / ice   Wolf washes herself every morning and evening with vinegarwater and cleans her hands very often with levendeloil during the day. Every morning she puts lavendelflowers from the covents gardens in her breatling, so she would mell good. However eventually Wolf smell more after the levendaroil and vinegar she uses for cleaning herself.

CLOTHES   jeans / tight pants / over knee socks / tights / leggings / yoga pants / pencil skirt / tight skirt / loose skirt / formfitting dress / cardigans / blouse / button up shirt / band t - shirt / sweatpants / tank top / cutoff t - shirt / designer / high street / online stores / thrift / lingerie / long skirt / miniskirt / maxidress / Tunic / sundress / tie / tuxedo / cocktail dress / high slit dress/skirt / t - shirt / loose clothing / tight clothing / jean shorts / sweater / sweater vest /  khaki pants / suit / hoodie / hareem pants / basketball shorts / boxers / briefs / thong / hotpants / hipster pants / bra / sports bra / crop top / corset / ballerina skirt / leotard / polka dot / stripes / glitter / silk / lace / leather / velvet / chemise / wool / linen / patterns / florals / neon colors / pastels / black / dark colors / fur / faux fur  

SHOES   sneakers / slip - ons / flats / slippers / sandals / high heels / kitten heels / ankle boots / combat boots / knee - high / platforms / stripper heels / bare feet / loafers / oxfords / gladiator shoes / boots

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Braided Gland Packing: A Reliable Solution for Effective Sealing

Introduction:

Petromet Sealings is a renowned Braided Gland Packing Manufacturer in India, with over two decades of experience in the industry. We have established a strong reputation for its quality and exceptional customer service. As a top Braided Gland Packing Supplier in India, we are committed to providing custom solutions to their customers based on specific requirements, and offer a wide range of types, including Asbestos dry plaited Packing, Asbestos Tape proofed with Rubber metallic & Non-Metallic, Braided from high-grade asbestos yarn, Brass wire Reinforced Asbestos Yarn Packing, Lubricated and graphited asbestos packing.

What is Braided Gland Packing?

A sealing substance used to stop leaks in rotating or reciprocating shafts is braided gland packing, commonly referred to as compression packing or simply packing. A dense, flexible, and durable packing material is created by weaving together various fibres, such as aramid, carbon, graphite, PTFE, or synthetic materials.

Construction and Types:

Usually, separate fibres are braided together to create the braided gland packing. The packing's characteristics, such as its flexibility, robustness, and resistance to various operating circumstances, are determined by the amount of fibres and the precise type of braiding.

Common types of braided gland packing include:

a) Pure PTFE Packing: This packing is made from 100% pure PTFE fibres and is ideal for sealing applications involving corrosive fluids. It offers outstanding chemical resistance.

b) Graphite packing: To improve heat conductivity and lubricating qualities, graphite fibres are frequently combined with other substances like carbon or aramid. For applications requiring high temperatures, graphite packing is excellent.

c) Aramid Packing: Packing made for applications involving high pressures and abrasive environments uses aramid fibres, which are recognised for their strength and endurance.

d) Carbon packing: Excellent thermal and chemical resistance is provided by carbon fibres. Pumps and compressors are two examples of high-speed rotating machinery that frequently use carbon packing.

Advantages of Braided Gland Packing:

a) Versatility: Braided gland packing can be used in a variety of settings, including pumps, valves, mixers, and agitators. Water, oil, chemicals, and gases can all be efficiently sealed with them.

b) Leakage Control: Braided gland packing ensures dependable sealing, reducing the possibility of fluid leakage, and preventing environmental contamination thanks to its dense structure and capacity to adhere to the shaft surface.

c) Adaptability: Braided gland packing's ability to adapt to shaft misalignment, radial motion, and equipment vibrations results in a tight, long-lasting seal.

d) Cost-Effectiveness: Braided gland packing is typically more inexpensive and simpler to install than mechanical seals. When correctly chosen and installed, it may last a long time with little care.

Common Applications:

Braided gland packing finds applications in numerous industries, including:

a) Gas and oil: Used in compressors, pumps and valves to stop leaks in offshore drilling equipment, pipelines and refineries.

b) Chemical Processing: Useful for sealing agitators, pumps, and reactors for chemicals processing corrosive materials.

c) Power Generation: Essential for keeping cooling systems, boilers, and turbines' tight seals.

d) Water and Wastewater Treatment: used to mixers, pumps, and valves to stop contamination and leaks.

Conclusion:

For a variety of applications, braided gland packing continues to be a dependable sealing option. It is a favoured option in many applications due to its adaptability, adaptability, and versatility. Engineers and maintenance specialists can choose sealing materials with confidence, assuring effective and leak-free operations in their systems by being aware of the braided gland packing's design, benefits, and typical applications.

Website: PetrometSealing.com

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Like an Animal - Bucky x Reader (7/8)

Read on Ao3 (for better interface + formatting)

Summary: Reader is an enhanced Omega kidnapped by Hydra and trapped in a cell with Alpha Bucky Barnes. Tags: A/B/O, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Warnings: Rated M, Kidnapping A/N: Hi guys!!! Thank you for your patience, I really hope you like this chapter. It's extra long, and I worked extra hard on it. Plus, we get some great Sam content (my fav). If you love it, please let me know in the comments on Ao3! <3

For the first time in a long time, Bucky wakes up slowly.

Rather than jolting awake to the rote horrors of a nightmare, Bucky is roused from his sleep by his Omega nuzzling gently at his scent glands. The cool press of her skin is a welcome change from the burning-hot sweats he usually wakes up to mid-nightmare.

Bucky opened his eyes to see Y/N still fast asleep against him, long eyelashes fluttering over her cheeks, hair a gorgeous tangle fanning out across the pillow. Outside his bedroom windows, the blue light of early dawn seeps in, lighting up the shadows of the room.

Her scent has permeated every corner of his den, sticking to the sheets beneath them and the blanket tangled up in their legs. He takes a deep, satisfied inhale, his inner Alpha preening at how relaxed and safe she feels in his arms, how her scent mixes perfectly with his to create the essence of a cool, fall day. She shivers a bit in his arms, and he tightens his hold around her, reaching down with one arm to tuck the blanket up and over her shoulder.

For a moment, Bucky actually feels like he might cry— something he hasn’t done since he finally got the words out of his head in Wakanda— his throat getting tight, his eyes prickling slightly. He leans down to nose at her hairline, dragging in more of her steadying scent, pushing back the wave of emotion that feels like it’s going to drag him under.

He never imagined, never let himself hope, that he could ever have this. After everything�� all the blood on his hands and the horrors that he’d seen and done— to be able to hold and protect an Omega like Y/N felt like a privilege he was hopelessly undeserving of. But after last night, after their shared connection came to the surface, after she had confessed her need for him, as strong as his own— for the first time, Bucky let himself imagine that he could have this. That he could be enough.

If she’d let him, he would go to the ends of the Earth to protect her, to provide for her, to keep her just like this, always— safe and sleepy, smelling pleased and sugary-sweet, warm against his skin. He’d spend all his time learning her— her passions, her fears, what makes her smile and what makes her cry— until he knows her better than he knows himself.

Bucky hadn’t felt certain of anything since 1942. But here, now, in this sacred, quiet moment, he knew for sure that he was and would always be hers— if she would have him. He would wear her mark on his neck proudly for the rest of his life, if she would let him.

And just the thought of leaving his own mark on her mating gland, poking pink and smooth through the neck of her shirt, made his mouth water.

She shifted next to him, nuzzling into his gland again before wrinkling her nose cutely, probably smelling the tidal wave of emotions he’d run through in moments, and her eyelashes fluttered open.

“G’morning,” she mumbled, before immediately closing her eyes and tucking her face further into his neck.

Bucky chuckled softly, tightening his hold even more around her, until their bodies were pressed together from head to toe. “Morning, doll,” he said back, voice deep with sleep. She shivered slightly, the way she had last night under his touch, even though Bucky knew his superhuman body heat was more than hot enough to keep her warm.

“I hope you’re not getting into your head again,” she remarked against his skin.

Bucky didn’t respond, instead working a hand under her shirt to drag up and down the skin of her back. She shivered again, moving impossibly closer, and the scent of pleased Omega grew chokingly strong around them.

“I want to wake up like this every day,” she murmured, moving her head back to see his face in the dim light. Her eyes were two gleaming, hopeful pools on her gorgeous face, framed by messy tangles of her soft hair. Bucky’s heart felt like it was going to burst. “I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well. Or felt so…” she blushed, biting her bottom lip. “Good.”

Bucky had never been as turned on in his life as he’d been last night. He’d almost come in his pants just at the candy-sweet taste of her, the sound of her breathless gasps and whimpers as he’d carried her to her release with his lips and fingers, feeling the tight, wet heat of her for the first time. He was glad, though, that he’d begged off her reciprocation. There was more than enough time for him to get his release. Last night had been about her— his inner Alpha demanded it.

Bucky felt a grin take over his face, an expression he wasn’t used to wearing. “You can have whatever you want, Omega, for as long as you’ll have me,” he responded, invoking an answering smile on her sweet face.

“Well, I guess that sort of answers my next question,” she said, reaching up to rub the sleep out of her eyes as she yawned. “What this is? What we are? I know we kind of… skipped a few steps.”

There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice, a nervous blush rising on her cheeks. Bucky didn’t like that— needed to fix that. He brought his hands up to cup both sides of her face, leaning in to press a slow, closed-mouth kiss to her lips, willing the strength of his devotion and desire for her to make its way into his scent, before he pulled a few inches away to gaze right into her eyes. They looked a little glassy, and her mouth parted on a shaky inhale.

“I feel like I’ve been searching for you for 106 years,” Bucky said, lowering his voice towards the bone-deep baritone of an Alpha command, though he wasn’t demanding anything of her. “And now, if you’ll let me, I want everything with you.”

Bucky watched as her lips pulled up into a watery smile before she surged forward to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He could feel the cold tracks of her tears against his skin, but her scent was sweet and light in the air— projecting incandescent joy and relief. Happy tears.

“I want everything too, Bucky,” she breathed as he pulled away to wipe the tears from her cheeks with his flesh hand. “For as long as you’ll have me.” She let out a shaky laugh, sniffling as she sat up in bed. “But right now, I want to brush my teeth and get some coffee. And— oh, shit— Sam is probably going to come knocking on my door for our run soon. Want to come with us?” she said, turning to Bucky with a teasing smile quirking up her lips. “Steve’s home too, so he’ll probably be there. Sounds like the perfect opportunity for you to stake your claim.”

Bucky felt his chest light up with possessive pride at the thought, growling as he tackled his Omega back down into the mattress and rubbed his scent into her glands with his lips and cheeks. She giggled and squirmed in mock distress.

Oh, he would stake his claim alright. With Bucky’s scent all over her and hers all over him, there would be no doubt who either person belonged to.

———-

After Bucky had his fill scent-marking my glands, pressing his cedar scent even further into my skin than it already was from sleeping in his bed, he finally crawled off me to get dressed in running clothes. While he freshened up in the bathroom,  I gathered up my clothes and wrangled my sleep-messy hair into a braid.

Though our early morning pillow talk had reassured me that we were on the same page about whatever this… relationship was, we hadn’t explicitly discussed how we would tell the rest of the pack, and the idea of letting everyone know so soon sent a shiver of nerves through my chest— followed by a secret thrill of delight.

Now that Bucky had me, he seemed reluctant to let me out of his sight for even a moment. I did too, if I was being honest. The relief I felt from the near-constant chest pain I’d endured for the past month was overwhelming. Just being around him seemed to calm everything in me, and vice versa.  

As soon as I opened the door to leave Bucky’s apartment, the Alpha’s solid form following closely behind me, I immediately smelled coffee brewing in the kitchen down the hallway. Before we could turn the other way and sneak up the stairwell to my room on the second floor, Sam padded into the hallway with two steaming mugs clutched in his hands— one red, white and blue Captain America cup (his), the other my well-loved green mug— preparing to carry both upstairs to wake me from what he assumed was my overslept alarm.

Sam paused at the sight of me— sleep-mussed, sneaking out of Bucky’s room— and his mouth dropped open in shock, mugs teetering precariously in his grasp. I glanced back at Bucky for reassurance, but was met with more of his proud Alpha scent, his broad chest pushed out slightly. Smug bastard, I thought fondly. He placed a hand reassuringly on the nape of my neck, just a tease of a true Alpha grip, and I leaned into his palm, feeling near instant relaxation.

Before I could say something— anything— to relieve the awkward silence, Sam spoke. “I fucking knew it!” He spun on his heels towards the kitchen, coffee sloshing on the carpet as he bounced up and down in excitement. “I fucking KNEW it! Steve! Tash owes me fifty bucks!”

A clank like a dish dropping in the sink sounded from the kitchen, before Steve appeared behind Sam. I felt my stomach swirl with fresh nerves, and Bucky moved his hand to wrap around my shoulders protectively.

“Sam, come on,” Steve said, looking significantly less surprised to see us together than I thought he would, though his eyebrows were still raised. “Leave ‘em alone.”

“Tasha is going to be so pissed,” Sam snickered, before turning around and realizing that we were still standing there, silently. “Uh… Not that we were betting money on you two or anything. Nope. Not at all.”

I felt my cheeks growing hot with a blush, feeling too embarrassed to respond even though I knew my pack members wouldn’t actually judge. Had they known I was pining after Bucky this whole time? I turned instinctually to hide my flush in Bucky’s shirt, and I felt his arm tighten around me, the cold-wind scent of him spiking in the air. He started up a low, quiet warning growl in his chest, and I pinched him gently. No need to go full Alpha, big guy.

“Sam,” I heard Steve say reproachfully.

“Hey, Y/N, no— I’m sorry. That was rude of me,” Sam said, sounding rightfully chastised at the sight of my embarrassment. “Here— take your coffee. I was just about to bring it upstairs. Made it how you like.”

I took a deep breath, rubbed my cheek once into Bucky’s shirt, and then turned around with as much of a smile on my face as I could muster through the awkwardness. “Thanks, Sam,” I said, taking my mug from his outstretched hand. He’d gotten close enough to us now to smell just how much our scents had mixed, and I knew then that the jig was really up— especially because neither of us had showered off the scent of last night’s… activities.

“But don’t think you’re getting out of explaining this one. I need deets,” Sam stage whispered conspiratorially— expertly breaking the awkward tension with his goofy grin. I let out a shaky laugh, before turning around to head up the stairs, Bucky trailing quietly behind me.

“Yeah, yeah— you’ll hear all about it while the two super-soldiers are lapping us!” I called out after me.

After I made it up to my room, changed into something suitable for a chilly spring run and finished my coffee— all while watching bemusedly as Bucky tried to subtly scent-mark everything in my apartment with the glands on his wrists— we headed outside to meet Steve and Sam.

Just as I’d predicted, Bucky and Steve took off at a faster pace than either of us could keep up with, Steve probably just as eager to hear Bucky’s side of things. That left Sam and I a good distance away to talk without fear of being overheard by the two enhanced up ahead.

“So you and Bucky? Really?” Sam started, once we’d found a good conversational pace. “Gotta be honest, I knew something was up with him, but I really only placed that bet to get Tasha riled up. I didn’t actually think anything was going on.”

I shook my head, laughing. “You sounded very sure of it this morning.”

“Naw, that was just for the laughs. But I’ll admit, I did think it was weird that nobody was talking about what happened.”

“You mean how we were kidnapped by Hydra?” I said, slowing my pace a bit, and Sam nodded.

“That night we were all drinking together— I think it was the first week you were here— Tasha gave me a death glare when I started asking where the hell Buck was. I figured there was a sore spot there I shouldn’t poke, so I left it alone. You were still getting comfortable with us, but it’s not like Bucky to pass up an opportunity to unwind with the pack— helps his head.”

Sam paused, pursing his lips a bit, and I turned to check on the boys up ahead. It looked like they were deep in conversation, but Bucky still glanced back to check on me with a soft smile. My stomach fluttered. Damn he looked good from behind— all smooth, broad muscle under sweat-wicking gear, moving powerfully yet fluidly as he kept pace next to Steve’s slightly taller form.

“Don’t think I’m not watching you check out Robocop up there,” Sam teased.

"Shut up, Sam!” I squeaked, punching him lightly on the arm and feeling gratified when he feigned a wince through his laughter.

“If you don’t mind me asking, though… what’s up with you two? Just a fling? Or…”

I sighed, wondering where to start— and how much to share. Despite him and Nat apparently betting money on Bucky and I’s relationship (or lack thereof at the time) Sam had fast become one of my closest friends, and I knew I could trust him with anything.

“Just the opposite, actually. It’s…serious,” I explained slowly. Sam’s eyebrows quirked in interest. “After our time in that cell… it physically hurt to be apart, but neither of us knew what that meant. I was scared. And… Bucky had a hard time accepting that I didn’t blame him for anything that happened to us.”

“What do you mean ‘physically hurt’?” Sam asked, looking at me curiously as he slowed down to a brisk walk. I cut my stride to join him.

“Like, here,” I said, rubbing at the spot on my sternum. The ache was completely gone, but the phantom memory of the pain still lingered as a reminder.

Sam made a quizzical noise. “You guys should talk to Dr. Banner— that sounds like how they describe bond withdrawal.” I watched his eyes flick down to my mating gland, the edge peeking out, unscarred, from the collar of my long sleeve. “Which doesn’t make any sense.”

“No shit, Wilson,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully before picking back up into a jog, then a run. “Enough of the heart to hearts anyway, it’s time for you boys to get your asses whooped!” I hollered. Steve and Bucky turned around at the sound of my voice— Bucky in confusion, Steve with a knowing grin on his face— before I sped up to a sprint past Sam and the two super soldiers.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised as I passed him and Steve at my slightly superhuman pace, clearly surprised to see that my enhancements extended to speed and endurance as well. Feeling emboldened under the attention of my Alpha, I decided it was time to show off a few of the tricks Wanda and I had been practicing. I could hear Steve picking up his pace behind me, so I quickly banked left on the running path, heading back towards the compound and the gaudy reflecting pools Tony had installed near the front entrance. Dirt turned to concrete as I approached the water source, listening for the sound of shoes on the pavement following a safe enough distance behind me.

Once I was close enough to sense the energy of the water, I took a deep inhale and summoned my abilities, lifting my arms from left to right to guide the liquid from the pools out in front of me in icy sheets on the cement. As soon as the ice reached the soles of my sneakers, I braced myself, changing my stride from a run into a glide and manipulating the ice to move me forward — fast. I shot off like a rocket towards the back of the compound, manipulating the water from liquid to solid over and over again to keep my momentum going. Once I reached the back end of the building, I melted the water all at once with a flick of my wrist, skidding to a stop to turn around and drink in the boys’ surprise.

Sam was doubled over laughing back by the reflecting pools. Steve was only a few paces away from me, grinning like a madman as he shouted “Alright! That’s how we do it!”

And Bucky. Bucky. The Alpha was standing just a few yards away from me, hands braced on the back of his head, face a mix of pride and disbelief. This far away, I couldn’t scent him— but I didn’t need to. I knew. My Omega preened at the thought that I’d impressed my Alpha, and I did a little spin, before jogging back towards the trio to freeze some of the melted water I’d left in my path and direct the icicle shards back into the reflecting pools.

“Holy shit that was cool, Y/N,” Sam laughed. “You’ve been holding out on us with that trick. We need to get the Winter Soldier over here some ice skates so he can keep up.”

Bucky shot Sam a withering look while I laughed, before coming up to my side to wrap an arm around my shoulders, voice pitched low so only I could hear. “You’re unbelievable, doll.” I could smell the Alpha pride radiating from him like woodsmoke, mixed with the spicy cedar of his sweat. I hoped I smelled just as good to him, even sweat-drenched and red-faced from exertion. The intense look he gave me when I dragged my eyes up to meet his told me that I did, in fact, smell really good.

“Not to interrupt your moment,” Steve said, sidling into our space. Bucky tightened his hold on me for a fraction of a second, before releasing quickly, evidence that whatever conversation they’d had while running had made Bucky��s hindbrain realize that Steve wasn’t a threat. I stepped out from under Bucky’s arm to turn towards the others, feeling bold enough to lace our fingers together instead, and the Alpha gave my ice-cold hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I figured after seeing that, now’s as good a time as any to ask you an important question. I’ve been meaning to for a while now, anyway,” Steve began, smirk tugging up the corner of his lips.

I raised my eyebrows. “Don’t tell me you’re finally proposing, Rogers? Here?”

“Ha ha, funny,” Steve said dryly. “But you’re not too far off. You’re already a part of this pack, and you know it, I don’t need to ask you about that. But I am proposing that you join the Avengers. Officially. We could really use a powerful woman like you to help make the world a safer place.”

My throat felt dry. It took a second to process Steve’s words, especially with all three of them staring at me with smiles on their faces. First, was the fact that the Avengers unequivocally considered me a part of their pack. And second, that they really trusted me— me— to fight alongside them. I opened and shut my mouth a few times, feeling overwhelmed, before looking instinctually to Bucky for reassurance. The look on his face told me that he already knew exactly what Steve was going to ask, and what I would answer.

“I— I don’t even know what to say, Steve,” I said, the words coming out softer than I’d intended.

I bumped my shoulder against Bucky’s reassuringly, before untangling our hands to give Steve an overly-aggressive bear hug.

“Oof!” He said, laughing, as his arms came around me affectionately.

I reached out with grabby hands towards Sam, who cooed out an “Aww!” then Bucky, pulling them all into a huge and awkward group hug just because I could.

“I’ll take it that’s a yes, then?” Steve said, chuckling.

After the years I’d wasted on fear, on running from responsibility and denying myself the love and protection of a pack, of an Alpha, I’d finally run out of gas.

I could be this. I could be a hero. I could be one of them.

“Yes.”

————-

The next few weeks passed by in a blur of happiness, purpose, comfort and home, the likes of which I’d never felt before.

Bucky slotted easily into the life I’d made for myself here, filling the empty space that had been the final missing puzzle piece to complete my new reality. Everyone was delighted to see us together— even Nat, though she reluctantly coughed up Sam’s cash. And Wanda had a knowing look in her eye when Bucky first showed up to movie night, curling up under my new blanket with me.

Though we still found time apart to do our own things during the day— Bucky liked to spend his time in the library, at the shooting range or out on a bike to clear his head— after the first night we spent together, we never slept apart. We both drifted off easily, nightmares at bay, surrounded in blankets drenched in each other’s scents.

And despite our intimate first night together, Bucky and I decided to take things slowly that first week, learning each others’ bodies like we had all the time in the world to memorize them. And we did. Most of those nights went no further than heated kissing and scent-marking before we curled up to sleep— perfectly content just for our bodies to be close as his purr rumbled through my frame, melting me into a puddle of relaxed goo.

Despite my insistence, Bucky was at first needlessly hesitant to allow me to reciprocate anything. It wasn’t until the end of our first week sleeping in the same bed, when he was so wound up from unreleased sexual tension, that he finally acquiesced.

I knew he’d spent the afternoon sparring with Steve, leaving his body tightly coiled with the pent-up aggression that only a fight with another Alpha can do, because I could smell it on him when he’d picked me up from my spot on the common-area couch that evening after dinner and carried me back to his den like a caveman. I didn’t protest, amusedly letting him shove his face into my neck and drink in lungfuls of my scent as he pressed me into the mattress with the entirety of his huge, muscular body.

“Rough day?” I teased, a little breathless under his weight. Bucky just grunted in response, licking and sucking at my scent gland in a way that made me dizzy with want. “I know something that can help take the edge off,” I purred.

Bucky didn’t move his face from my neck, but he shifted slightly, slotting between my legs until the hard length of him pressed against my belly. I whined slightly, reaching up to mouth at his glands in return, rolling my hips to meet his in a slow drag. I moved my hands down his broad back to the waistband of his pants, down to where he was hot and hard as steel. I cupped him through the fabric, feeling his cock jump underneath my palm, and Bucky groaned into my skin.

“Sweetheart, you don’t—“

“I want,” I interrupted, giving him a squeeze just on the edge of too-rough. I pushed him off me and onto his back, and he went easily— though if he had wanted to, he would have easily been able to resist.

I slipped off the oversized flannel I was wearing— one of his— and tossed it on the floor to reveal the lacy bralette underneath. I’d found the scrap of fabric tucked into the very back of my dresser, among the clothes that had been stocked for me when I’d arrived. Bucky hitched in a breath as his eyes tracked over my form, pupils blown wide. Preening under his attention, I slid down his body, pulling his pants smoothly down to mid-thigh.

I’d felt it against me before— the hard, huge length of him— but seeing him bare now, swollen and red, and catching the heady, cedar scent of him at the source, made my mouth water.

I leaned forward, wrapping my hand around his girth— so thick that my fingers didn’t wrap all the way around— and gave the weeping head a tentative lick.

Bucky growled, and I could feel the tension in his legs as he fought the urge to thrust up into my mouth. A smirk curved at the corner of my lips, and I sucked his length down in one slow, hot drag, peering up innocently through my lashes to make eye contact with him.

“Fuck, Omega,” he groaned, the woodsmoke scent of his arousal so strong it burned my nose on the next inhale. He brought one hand up to cup the nape of my neck, working his fingers gently against my scalp. I hummed happily in response, pleased that I could make my Alpha feel so good, though I could barely fit him in my mouth. I went to work on his cock, sucking as much as I could into my throat and following the rest with my hand as I moved rhythmically up and down, taking him apart with lips and tongue.

“Just like that, doll,” Bucky groaned, his head thumping back against the pillow. “Fuck, this isn’t gonna last long.” I sucked harder, my grip tightening around his length as I pulled him into the back of my throat, tears pricking at my eyes as I fought my gag reflex. Beneath my other hand, I could feel the slight, aborted twitches of his hips as he restrained himself from fucking my throat. Later, when he trusted himself more— I’d let him grab me by the hair and do just that.

It only took a few more strokes, a tease of my tongue at the underside of the head, before Bucky grunted out a warning and came down my throat in hot spurts, cock pulsing in my mouth. I hummed happily again, licking him clean before nuzzling into the warm crease of his thigh, drinking in the smell of pleased Alpha like it was a drug.

Before I could drift into that sated Omega headspace, Bucky pulled me back up the bed with one hand, the other pulling his pants back up. When he leaned in to kiss me, there was an edge of desperation in it, like he couldn’t get enough of my lips. “You’re going to be the death of me, sweetheart,” he grumbled, before pulling away to give me a devilish grin as he slid my shirt up to kiss a path down my stomach. “My turn.”

Judging by how reluctant Bucky was to let me reciprocate in the first place, I figured it would be a while before we took things any further than that enthusiastic blowjob. But just a few days later, smack in the middle of a heated makeout session on his lap on my couch, Bucky stood up abruptly, holding me up with his palms under my ass. I squeaked at the show of his Alpha strength, before whimpering slightly as I caught the glint in his eye and the smoky-hot scent of his arousal, stronger than usual, making my core throb with need. I could feel myself getting slick already, and I knew he could smell it by the way his jaw clenched.

“Bed?” I whispered.

Bucky moved before I could even register it, placing me securely in the middle of my bed, surrounded by blankets and pillows that smelled like us. It made my Omega sing with delight, and my toes curled in my socks.

Whatever restraint he’d relied on to keep from absolutely ravishing me had disappeared. Tonight, Bucky was on a mission, and I was helpless to do anything but sit back and let him do whatever he wanted to me. He’d never been rough before, and he wasn’t now— not by any means— but something in him had finally snapped. Perhaps it was because I’d been grinding down into his lap on the couch, my neck bared suggestively to press my mating gland right up under his nose. Now, Bucky’s hands on me were firm and insistent, working their way up and under our clothes until we were skin to skin, the warmth of him surrounding me, consuming me, as he covered my glands and face with kisses, growling low and deep in his chest with need.

He made quick work of my first release, coaxing it out of me with demanding fingers circling my bud, stroking inside of me, lips and teeth latched on to my nipples until I was whimpering with oversensitivity.

And even though I was dripping with need, my legs spread on either side of his hips, begging for my Alpha, Bucky still paused, lifting himself up and away from my chest to make eye contact. I could feel his hard cock dragging through the slick at the crease of my thigh, so hot and thick and perfect it made me want to roll over and present, to beg for his knot.

“Omega,” he growled, catching my attention where it was drifting, floating in pleasure and need. “Can I— Do you want this?”

I whimpered, feeling senseless and drunk on the bonfire smell of him, the heat of him so close to where I needed it most. “Alpha.”

“Baby. I need to hear it,” he said, fitting his hand carefully around my jaw to bring my eyes up to meet his. “Because once I start, I’m not going to be able to stop,” his voice was low and deep in his chest, edging on an Alpha command as he rutted in a silky glide against my skin

“Please, Bucky, yes, yes, yes,” I whined.

Bucky growled, capturing my lips with his, before angling his hips to notch the head of his cock against my cunt and began to push inside. He moved torturously, painfully slow, even as I begged for more. His shoulders trembled under my hands as he held himself back from slamming home the way I knew his inner Alpha was hollering at him to do. Bucky buried his face in my neck, mouthing at my gland as he finally sank all the way in, hips pressed flush against me.

“Fuck, Omega,” he choked out, sounding wounded. “Made for me. So perfect. Taking me so well.”

I stifled a sob of pleasure, feeling impossibly full of my Alpha, surrendered to the heat and power of him as he took me apart completely. It was everything I had ever wanted— so good it almost hurt. I bit my lip hard, fighting back the urge to say something truly insane, like begging him to claim me. With his mouth on my gland the way it was, his cock filling me to the brim, it felt right, it felt like time. I was ruined for any other Alpha after this— nothing would ever compare.

Instead, I urged him to move, canting my hips up to grind against him, and he groaned at the feeling, reaching down to lift my leg up towards my chest. He thrust slowly into me, pulling all the way out and back in in slow, sinful drags that made my nerves sing with pleasure. I felt close to release just from his gentle movements inside of me, the feeling of his lips sucking and licking at my gland, stubble scraping against my neck.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna knot, sweetheart. Fuck, I can feel it,” he groaned again, sounding pained. I gasped as I felt him growing impossibly thicker inside me, his knot catching with each drag in and out, and fuck if that didn’t push me closer to the edge. Though I’d had sex before, I’d never been knotted. But I wasn’t slightest bit afraid— in fact, I was desperate for it.

“Yes, yes, knot me, Alpha, please. Gonna come—“ I panted, and Bucky moved his flesh hand down to circle my bud, picking up his pace as he captured my lips with his own.

The drag of him inside me, the swelling of his knot, the taste of his lips, the scent of pleased, possessive Alpha was so overwhelming that it only took a few more thrusts before I felt my whole body seize up, cresting in an orgasm so intense I felt the sweat on my back and in my palms freeze into little beads. Bucky was right there with me, groaning as his last few thrusts ended with him deep inside me, knot swelling rapidly, keeping him locked in place as the warmth of his seed filled me.

“So fucking tight, doll, my perfect omega,” he mumbled as he came, nosing at the line of my neck where I’d bared my throat instinctually as his knot formed. He licked gently, reverently at my mating gland, and I could feel it throbbing on my neck where it was red and swollen, ready to be claimed. Alphas didn’t always knot, but when they did, it triggered hormones in their partner’s body to prepare for a bite. I whimpered at the feeling of his mouth, right where I wanted it. I knew it would be insane to ask, but my body and mind felt more certain than anything, ever, in my life.

“Bucky,” I sighed instead, squashing down the voice in my head screaming Mate. His head snapped up, searching my face and down my torso for injury, before his hand moved to press gently, searchingly against where we were joined. “I’m perfectly fine, you big sap. You couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”

“Are you sure? Was that the first time you’ve…” He hesitated to say it, nosing at my cheek in an attempt to soothe me.

I hummed, trying my best to push my feelings of pleasure, contentment and comfort into my scent before he could work himself up too much. “Taken a knot? Yes, and it was perfect. Don’t worry.”

I moved my hips experimentally before he could reply in an effort to show him how much I enjoyed the hot pressure of his knot inside me. Bucky hissed with oversensitivity, settling his weight down over me harder until my arms and legs were pinned with nowhere to go. As if I’d rather be anywhere else in the world.

“I just knotted, you minx,” he growled teasingly. “I don’t think I’ve popped a knot since 1939.”

“Glad you can still get it up, old man.”

He nipped at my cheek, and I laughed, enjoying the scrape of his stubble and savoring the mix of our scents in the air, of his warmth around and inside me.

“You gonna freeze our sweat every time we do this?” Bucky teased, swiping a hand at the now-melting beads on the back of his neck.

I flushed in embarrassment, even as he kissed me softly, lovingly, to soothe the barb. “Guess we’ll have to keep trying to find out.”

We would definitely be trying. Again. And again and again, if I had anything to say about it.

And after our first coupling, it turned out that we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Bucky grew more and more comfortable with my touch, with letting me bring him pleasure—though he was definitely a giver, happiest turning me into a whimpering, dripping mess any chance he could get.

Another week passed before we realized that it only took a day of separation from each other before the chest aches came back. I spent a free Saturday out on the little town closest to the compound with Nat, shopping for new clothes from a boutique she likes and taking a spin class of all things. When I got back to the compound later that evening, feeling desperate and achy and wanting nothing more than to curl up in my nest with my Alpha, I found Bucky pacing a trench in the kitchen with his hand to his chest, so relieved to see me that he nearly squeezed me to death. After a few minutes of frantic scent-marking— with Sam hollering at us from the lounge to get a room— the pain once again drifted away, almost simultaneously, for the both of us.

The morning after that incident, we figured we’d waited long enough to take Sam’s advice and visit Dr. Banner in his lab to figure out what was up with our connection, and if it had anything to do with Hydra.

Banner was surprised but happy to see us, his cloyingly sweet caramel scent soothing to my nerves in the unique way only a fellow Omega’s scent can be. He recognized that we were both jittery— me at the possibility of our connection being some kind of fraudulent, Hydra-controlled scheme— Bucky at the vaguely medical setting.

(Late at night, Bucky and I had taken to long, deep discussions about our pasts, baring our souls in a way neither of us ever had with another person. I shared with him stories from my life on the run after losing my parents, dealing with my abilities that I treated like a curse, denying myself the comfort and safety of a pack. And he, in turn, would tell me about Hydra, about being the Winter Soldier— the horrors he’d done and seen, the physical trauma he’d endured less torturous to him than the evils he’d been forced to act out. I always held him tighter after those conversations, wishing I could take away his pain, free him from his nightmares that— though much less common, now that I slept in his arms— still occasionally woke us both in a jolt.)

Because our nerves were probably stinking up his territory, Banner steered us towards the conference room area off the lab floor, where we settled into luxurious leather chairs across from the biochemist and his Stark Industries laptop.

“So, can you walk me through exactly what type of pain both of you are experiencing?” Banner asked, ever the professional.

“For me, it’s a chest pain, but constant and dull,” I began, indicating the spot in my sternum where the feeling was the strongest. “It’s centered here, but it’s really in every part of me, if that makes sense? I don’t think that makes sense. But it hurts, constantly, unless we’re together.”

Banner nodded, then looked to Bucky expectantly.

“What she said. Constant. Dull. Goes away once I can see her, scent her.”

“And you said it’s been gone for… about a month? But it came back this Saturday, when you left the compound?” Banner asked, and we both nodded. “Hmm.” He tapped a bit at his laptop keys, eyes intent on the screen.

“So we’re doomed, right, Doc?” I said, laughing weakly. Bucky’s metal hand landed on my knee, giving me a reassuring squeeze under the table.

“No, not doomed at all,” Banner said. Then cleared his throat, looking at us with very serious eyes. “Fated.”

I tossed Bucky a look, and the corner of his mouth pulled down, twitching, before we both laughed. Banner didn’t laugh with us.

“What, you’re serious?” I asked. “I thought fated bonds were a myth.” Bucky looked equally disbelieving, but his brow was furrowed now, the muscles of his jaw ticking.

“The myth of “fated bonds” is that some higher power determines you should end up together,” Banner said, rolling his eyes. “That part of it’s not real. But the science of designation compatibility is. And I’m willing to bet that if we did a little bloodwork, you two would be a statistically perfect biological match.”

I nodded dumbly, not knowing what to say. Perfect match…? It sounded unreal, but it made sense. It would explain why his scent affected me so strongly, unlike any other Alpha’s, why I felt dizzy with need at just the slightest touch, how I’d miraculously fallen into a sympathy heat in response to his rut, even while kidnapped and restrained in a Hydra cell.

“You’re both familiar with bond withdrawal, correct?”

This time, Bucky nodded and spoke first. “It’s what happens when the bond between mates is forcibly broken. It’s torture. It’s illegal, now, but it wasn’t when I was growing up.”

I swallowed thickly at the thought, my throat dry. I’d heard horror stories of broken bonds as a child— of Omegas going mad, pulling out their hair and clawing at their own skin until they bled, of normally kind and gentle Alphas committing violent murder to get to their mate, feral with rage.

Bonds are sacred. They only take when both parties are completely willing, and they’re a lifetime commitment. When bonded, you’re able to sense the emotions, sometimes even the physical sensations, of your partner— but everyone experiences their bond slightly differently. Some people choose to never bond, out of fear of losing their partner or of the commitment and intense intimacy of the tie.

“What you’re feeling is a lesser form of bond withdrawal, sometimes called a pre-bond. It’s common for highly compatible pairs like yourselves— but because you’re so rare, there’s not much research on it,” Banner explained. “Essentially, your bodies have formed a connection—“

“Even without a bonding bite?” I interrupted.

“Even without a bite,” Banner nodded. “Think of it like this: your extreme level of compatibility makes your eventual bond inevitable. So.. your bodies just took the liberty of speeding things along.”  

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bucky’s jaw tick again, and despite it all, dread settled low in my stomach. What if Alpha doesn’t want this? We’d only just confessed our feelings for one another, just slept together, just started a relationship. And now Banner is talking about bonding.

“So what does that mean?” I said hesitantly. “For us?”

Banner shrugged, his sweet scent a placating balm from the sharp and indiscernible cold-wind smell drifting from Bucky. “Whatever you want it to mean. You still have free will. If you decided to separate, the pain would eventually fade. Your bodies can’t form a real bond without a bite, or else we’d all be a lot more careful who we take home from the bar,” Banner said with a wink.

Feeling numb and a little shaky, Bucky and I thanked Banner for his help, and we left him to the complex-looking schematics on his laptop, heading out into the hallway outside the lab.

I knew I was probably reeking of anxiety, but before I could get too in my head, Bucky spun me around and pressed me back into the wall outside the lab, lips hot and insistent against my mating gland. He wrapped one hand around my waist and fisted the other in the hair at my nape to hold my neck open to him. I immediately melted in his grip, warmth fluttering in my chest.

“Never going to want anybody but you, doll,” he murmured into my skin. “I promise. But if you don’t want me, I’ll leave. It’s still your choice.”

I felt like my heart could burst. This Alpha— he couldn’t be real. How did I get so lucky?

I felt tears well up in my eyes, and I choked out a sob, reaching up to run my fingers through Bucky’s soft hair, cupping his jaw in my hands. He smiled softly, that rare look that so few people got to see on his gorgeous face.

“I will always want you, Bucky,” I breathed, my scent sweetening with relief at his reassuring words.

When he leaned in to capture my lips with his, it tasted like salt from tears, like woodsmoke and cedar and wind at the summit of a mountain.  

It tasted like home, like forever.

——-

It felt like I blinked, and six months passed by. Six months wrapped in Bucky’s arms, falling asleep at night to his purr against my chest. Six months of pack movie nights, of mastering my abilities with Wanda, of morning runs with Sam. Six months of “I love you’s” and “Forever’s” with my Alpha. Six months of happiness and home.

With months of training, I got good. Really good. Dangerously good. I gained control of my abilities, but I also learned combat and weapons training, how to navigate Stark tech and flying a quinjet. I even learned how to ride a motorbike— courtesy of one very sexy teacher.

Steve and Nat took me out on my first few stealth missions as a real Avenger. Bucky was always either with us or on a quinjet nearby— too keyed up to be away from me for long, his Alpha instincts unable to let me throw myself into danger completely alone, especially with the pre-bond like a thread keeping us close together. And when Bucky had to go away on a mission outside of my ability— when superhuman muscle and sniper skills and a vibranium arm was what the team needed to keep the world safe— we weathered the pain of the pre-bond separation. It made his return days later even better— the sweetest kind of relief.

The longer we spent together, the stronger the pre-bond grew, until it became hard to go even a few hours without at least being in the same room as each other. I worried for a while that it would become taxing, that Bucky would grow sick of the ache and realize that I was a burden, that I made him vulnerable. But Banner reassured us that the pre-bond was part of a biological urge to bite, and that once the bond was completed, periods of time away from one another would become much more manageable.

I knew I wanted Bucky to claim me the very first time we’d slept together. I’d been ready— pinned beneath him, throat bared, words tied up in the back of my throat. But we didn’t actually have the conversation until recently, when the topic of my heat came up. It was November, now, and my heat usually came in early December— only once a year, rather than quarterly, thanks to modern suppressants.

Bucky didn’t assume anything, one of the things I loved most about him. He had actually asked if I wanted him to help me through it, and I’d kissed the silly Alpha to death, reassuring him that I wanted nothing more, except….

“I’m ready,” I’d said, biting my lip nervously as I canted my neck a bit to the side, seated on his lap on the cozy armchair in his den.

Bucky’s lips had parted as realization of what I was offering dawned on him. If I’d been nervous about his reaction, the expression on his face at the thought of leaving his mark on me quelled all of my fears. He’d looked… feral with need— pupils blown wide as his scent curled hot and dark around me.

Bucky confessed that he’d felt close to biting me almost every time we’d slept together, but especially when he knotted. I’d felt him licking and sucking at the mark before, never with teeth, but oh so close to where I wanted him.

It wasn’t required to wait until an Omega’s heat to complete a bond, but it was traditional, and Bucky did come of age in the 1930s. It’s rare, but bonding bites sometimes don't take outside of heat, though the chance of that happening to us with our freakish compatibility was highly unlikely.

Despite our eagerness, we decided together to wait until my heat, even though I was ready to roll over and let him claim me— anytime, anyplace.

Besides, the best part of our relationship was that Bucky and I understood each other so keenly it was like we were already bonded. We never fought, never tired of just existing in the same space together, never miscommunicated.

There was just one, singular sore spot in our relationship, and it had to do with Bucky’s protectiveness.

I knew where it came from. And honestly, I understood it. His overprotectiveness stemmed from the same fears that I had every time Bucky was on a dangerous mission without me— the fear that he would never come back. That someone would get the upper hand on the super soldier, and take him away from me for good. And while an Omega’s need to soothe and care for their Alpha was intense, an Alpha’s instinct to protect their Omega was stronger than anything—  a deeply instinctual urge powerful enough to start wars, to destroy packs.

Bucky’s instincts were why I hadn’t gone on a mission without him close by, why he insisted that it was either him or Nat— the only other expert his inner Alpha deemed experienced enough— that trained me with guns and knives, why he pushed me so hard during sparring sessions.

It was during one of these particularly taxing sparring sessions in November, a week or so after our discussion about my heat, that Bucky really grated on my nerves. We’d been in the ring for at least two hours at this point, and I was starting to tire, but he was insistent that I master the defensive move he and Nat had been trying to teach me. It was a surefire tactic for someone of my strength and size to overpower an Alpha— or even a super soldier, like himself— and I knew Bucky wanted me to master it so I could singlehandedly protect myself against someone much more powerful than me.

“One more time, doll, I promise. You just gotta lean more into your left. You almost have it,” Bucky said, moving back to the other side of the ring to restart his offensive. What was most infuriating was that he wasn’t even tired. There was barely a sheen of sweat on his skin, while I was panting and drenched, my shirt sticking to my back.

I took a deep breath, shaking away my annoyance, then sank into a defensive position to demonstrate I was ready. Just one more time. Bucky gave me a moment to breathe before charging at me.

The move I was trying to master— one of Natasha’s specialties— involved using my attacker’s strength against him to get the upper hand. I had to duck and lean at just the right moment to launch my body behind and around his larger form, looping my legs around his neck to pull him onto his back, exposing my opponent’s throat and belly to whatever weapon I had on hand. I had the motions and reflexes down pat, but my center of gravity was consistently off, meaning I moved just slow enough for Bucky to grab me and pull me down.

Like the fifty other times we’d attempted the move, just as I swung up to wrap my legs around his neck, Bucky grabbed me by the waist, easily breaking my weaker hold on his back, and deposited me softly, easily on the floor.

Something about this final failure, how easy it was for him to overpower me, snapped something in me. Maybe it was the way he set me down gently on the mat like a delicate flower, instead of dropping me— even though I was more than capable of taking the fall (and usually did, when my sparring partner was someone like Steve or Natasha). Maybe it was the calm, unruffled expression on his face as he hovered over me with an outstretched hand— not mad, not disappointed, but determined for me to get up and start again. But whatever it was filled me with rage.

I was tired. I was more than capable of defending myself without this stupid move. I didn’t need to prove myself to him to soothe his knothead, Alpha instincts. My anger swept through my whole body, lighting me up from the inside out. And despite my innate instincts to respect and submit to my Alpha— I snarled at him and my powers crescendoed, directing hundreds of tiny icicles to form from water molecules in the air around us, before exploding them in a storm of harmless shards that splattered on the mat like cold rain.

Bucky’s calm expression morphed into surprise and then concern at my uncharacteristic outburst, and the anger inside me dissipated faster than it had appeared, until the only thing I felt was overpowering shame at my outburst. I knew my scent probably reeked— a combination of sweat, guilt, anger and embarrassment— but Bucky didn’t wrinkle his nose. Instead, he knelt down and reached out as if to comfort me where I was still laying on the mat, surrounded by little droplets of melted ice.

“Y/N—“ he started, sounding apologetic, and I just couldn’t.

I stood with a huff on my own, too embarrassed at my outburst to lean in and melt into his arms like I wanted to. “I’m done with this move. I need a break,” I said, masking my hurt with ice in my tone. I knew I’d most definitely regret this later, but right now my emotions were overpowering my rational thought. I needed to be alone, before I said something I didn’t mean.

I could see Bucky swallow hard, reaching up to tuck a few wayward strands of hair behind his ear that escaped his hair tie. He nodded. “I’m sorry, if I pushed you too hard, doll. I didn’t mean—“

“It’s fine,” I said, cutting him off. I didn’t want to do this now. I needed to cool off first. “I’m going for a walk outside.” I didn’t need to tell him where I was going, but I knew he would worry even more if his inner Alpha didn’t know where I was off to after a fight. I was upset and needed to cool off, but I didn’t want him to suffer. “I’ll see you later.”

Bucky nodded shortly in response, his face already a blank mask. The sight of how quickly he’d closed himself off to me— after everything— sent a fresh pang of hurt and shame through my heart.

I spun on my heels, heading out the sparring room door, down the hallway to one of the back exits and into the fresh air outside the compound. Without really thinking about where I was going— head occupied with mentally kicking myself for lashing out at Bucky when all he was trying to do was protect me— I started walking on the running path that Sam and I take almost every morning. The path winds between the two buildings of the compound, behind the garage and quinjet hanger, and into the lightly forested area along the compound perimeter. The ground beneath my feet is well-worn, the occasional shoe print marked in the dust and mud.

The fresh air helped soothe my frayed nerves, but the further I walked, the more and more guilt and shame I felt. Bucky was pushy about my self-defense skills, yes, but it came from a place of love and concern, not control. It was the same love and concern that made me needlessly fret over his gear, checking that every single one of his weapons was loaded and operational, before he set out on a mission without me. He knew I could protect myself— he’d seen me in action these past few months, after all— just like I knew he wouldn’t leave base without triple-checking his own gear and weapons.

But just as I was mindless with concern for him, so was he for me. Because he was my Alpha, and I was his Omega.

He didn’t set me down lightly on the mat because he thought I couldn’t handle the fall, he did it because he loves me and he couldn’t bear to hurt me. And I’d went and exploded on him like a bratty, sore loser. Ugh.

I needed to go back to my Alpha and apologize. Cover him with kisses. Let him run me through another hour of drills to soothe his protective instincts, then curl up in bed and show him exactly how much he means to me. I couldn’t stand the thought of Bucky back at the compound alone, feeling like he’d done something wrong, for a second longer.

Determined to fix my mistake, I spun on my heels to turn back around and take the short way home. But just as I turned around, I caught the disgusting, burnt coffee-scent of an unfamiliar Alpha.

Before I could even scream, a gloved hand clapped over my mouth, and a searing pain stabbed me in the neck. Then, the world went black.

[fakedudes]

The Gravewood Curiosity Shoppe was the least neglected building on Psychics’ Strip - but that wasn’t saying much. Many of the supposed seers who lived on the block considered decrepitude part of the aesthetic. The more a house was falling apart, the more accurate the Tarot card reading. 

Boris Andreyez, the proprietor of the Curiosity Shoppe, did not deal in fortunes, however. He sold artifacts - evidence of the existence of cryptids, ancient relics from tribes long gone, cursed jewelry, anything demonically possessed. A spooky storefront was unnecessary for this; before moving to Gravewood, Boris had traveled the world. His stories alone were enough. 

Despite his strong belief that his salesmanship would prevail over cheap gimmicks, he couldn’t deny the allure of atmosphere. It was why Autumn was his most profitable season. The town Halloween festival his very best day. Regardless of any roaming imps who wandered near to play tricks upon him. In fact, the obnoxious band of college boys barely crossed his mind at the end of the evening, when he returned to the Shoppe with pockets full of gold. Metaphorically, at least. 

“It was good this year,” he said in greeting to his nephew, a gangly boy with messy hair sitting behind the front desk marking up a notebook. Griffin did not so much as glance up, scribbling something fervently on the paper. 

“‘Good’ is incredibly non-descript, Uncle. It sounds dull to me.”

Boris smiled warmly, a sparkle of humor behind his tortoise-shell glasses. “Hm. Profitable, then. It was a fantastic capitalistic enterprise. I sold the entire lot - including every issue of your magazine.” 

Griffin looked up at this, as Boris had known he would. Kick Rochs, the literary ‘zine Griffin spearheaded at school, was his pride and joy. He peered at Boris for a moment, as if to determine the veracity of his claim. When his mouth twitched, it appeared he’d decided to believe. 

“The Halloween issue always does well,” he reasoned. Ever the reasonable boy, Boris’s nephew. 

“Logical. It is Gravewood’s favorite holiday. I even saw your friend out and about... uhh... what’s his name? The Goliath with skin like a coloring book.”

“Dean Grady is not my friend. Not anymore, anyway.”

“Oh? Shame. He’s a good boy. He would come in handy whenever we have jars we need opening.”

Griffin slid off the stool he’d been sitting upon, finally closing his notebook so that he could help Boris pack away the Shoppe’s booth setup. He had not been asked, but he never had to be. Griffin was a dutiful boy. He shouldered every nearby burden like he was born magnetically attracted to responsibility. He was, perhaps, every parents’ dream child. But Boris had never planned to be the caretaker of a child - or a man, now, he supposed. The ever-present crease of anxiety in Griffin’s brow did not so much fill Boris with pride as it did melancholy. 

“There will be many parties tonight,” he said as they carried a table in from the truck. 

“That is the trend these days,” Griffin replied sarcastically.

“Why not attend one? Perhaps Dean Grady will be at one, you can reconnect.” He swayed, singing a tune. “Make new friends, but keep the old...” 

Griffin huffed, stumbling as he attempted to keep up with his uncle’s impromptu dance. “One is silver but Dean Grady is coal,” he finished, letting the table fall to the floor with a thud as soon as they reached the foyer. 

“Sourpuss. Where’s your holiday spirit?” 

“I seem to have been born without the gland for that.”

“Preposterous. Your mother loved holidays more than anything. She even celebrated Arbor Day with vim and vigor.” 

Griffin froze. With the pained expression now on his face, he looked like a companion piece to the Bigfoot in the Shoppe’s front window. Like he’d been attacked. Boris, for the first time that day, felt nervous. Because it was not a group of rowdy, privileged boys that frightened him. It was this one, wrapped in a thrift store sweater and claiming more than his share of sadness.

“Loves, of course. Celebrates. She’s not... Poppet, you know I know she’s not... The brains of us elderly folk, we lose our aptitude for tense with the years. Time becomes an unknowable concept.” 

Griffin glanced at the Bigfoot statue, as though it were the cause of his torment and not the fact that his mother was somewhere, but not there. 

“I’m tired,” he said, speaking directly to Sasquatch. “I’m going to call it an early night.” 

Boris watched his nephew retreat upstairs to their apartment, feeling helpless and inept. 

sweet dreams (are made of this) ➙

Griffin stood on the street outside the festival. It was over, the sun having gone down hours before. Only remnants of the day’s entertainment remained; stray candy wrappers, abandoned jack-o-lanterns, glitter clinging to the grass like morning dew. The park was empty... except for one figure. They were cast in shadow, the street lamps not bright enough to reach where they stood near the jungle gym. 

Griffin’s heart beat solidly in his chest. Something was wrong. He could feel it, like prickles creeping up the back of his neck.

“Hello?” he called out. His voice disappeared across the cool evening. The silhouette did not react. It stood unnaturally still. 

Of course. It wasn’t moving. It wasn’t a person. It must have been one of his uncle’s ridiculous store mannequins. That was why Griffin was out there at the park, after all. Wasn’t it? 

He strode forward with a sigh... only to stop dead in his tracks when the light at last angled over the figure in the park. It was not a statue. 

It was Dean Grady.

And he was looking right at Griffin.

“What are you doing out here?” Griffin asked.

“What did we do?”

Dean’s voice was quiet and low. It was always quiet and low, but that night, in the park, it was also... afraid. Dean was the tank. He was the fighter with the iron fists. Griffin had grown up knowing his anger. Never his fear. 

Griffin was about to ask him what was going on, but then Dean continued. “What did we do?” he asked, louder now. “What did we do? What did we do?” He was frantic, his voice raising in volume with every question. Griffin shook his head, confused, until he realized that Dean was not looking at him. He was looking through him. 

Griffin spun around. And there was Ace. Ace, who never left the house without that pesky smirk of his, looking inconsolable.

“I never meant to hurt you.” 

Were Ace and Dean in a fight? Some sort of weird lovers’ squabble? Griffin turned back to see Dean’s reaction, but he was no longer there. He’d been replaced by a young man nearly a foot shorter than his predecessor. Duck. Duck who was smiling in an absent daze. Duck who was absolutely covered in blood and guts.

“I’m so glad we’re all friends again,” he said. “Hey! Do you think Griffin would let me braid his hair? I learned how to braid hair when they put me in charge of the girls’ bunk at church camp last Summer. I think he’s got enough of it. It’s really not that hard, you just have to...” The normally neat and organized Duck threaded his fingers through his own hair to gather it up, spreading something’s - or someone’s - innards all throughout. 

Griffin’s heart had started pounding again. The wrongness had crept back in. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the macabre sight of a blood-soaked Duck Bettencourt. Until something bolted in the space between them. 

It was Kaz, running. Not with a football in hand. Not in his jogging shorts. Running from something. An invisible pursuer. He stopped next to Griffin, so close that Griffin could hear his labored breaths. But Kaz didn’t acknowledge him. His eyes were open wide, peering through the darkness for signs of whatever monster was chasing him. 

“Holy shit I’m gonna die, holy shit I’m gonna die,” he was muttering.

“Alea iacta est.” 

The sound came from behind them, and Griffin spun around once more. There he stood. The last, and first, of them. The Mystery Club’s esteemed leader and most loyal member. Jamie Ward. 

It was then that Griffin was thrust into the reality that this was a dream. Because he had dreamt about Jamie before. 

It was always the same. The Latin, spoken in a too deep voice. Jamie, standing before him as a mist rolled in. He began to raise from the ground, his arms slowly spreading out to his sides. He hung in the air, suspended above Griffin.

Jamie looked down at him, meeting his eyes. 

“Aut viam inveniam aut faciam.“ It was Jamie’s mouth that moved, but again, that too-deep voice. Then he smiled. Something that looked both foreign and fearsome on Jamie Ward’s face. 

Griffin woke up just as an invisible force began to rip Jamie limb from limb. 

He sat up with a start, heart racing. He could hardly catch his breath, blinking rapidly as though it might help vanquish the lingering image of Jamie’s body being torn apart. The bones cracking, the skin tearing. Blood pooling from his veins as his joints and sinews snapped apart. 

It took several moments before Griffin even realized he was not in his bed. His hands felt the soft Earth beneath them and he finally saw something other than the gory destruction of his once friend. 

He was in the cemetery. Back where he’d been a week ago at Kaz’s behest. Sat right in front of the door to Jamie’s shed. The raw fear coursing through him did not dissipate. He was too afraid the dream wasn’t over. Terrified of what he’d see if he opened the door. But Griffin knew enough about these nightmares by then to know they always ended the same way: with Jamie. Jamie who was most certainly in that shed.

Griffin really wanted to wake up. So he opened the door. 

[simplysparrow14]

You’ll know when the time is right --> Dark Crystal

The clip in Rians hair is a baby Arathim leg, kept as a prize after his first kill. 

I hope you all like it!!

@kristinainplaid @Amethystgelfling @Jenskira @fandomsonmysleeve @solieetlunami 

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“Rian--Rian wake up,” 

Blinking open his cobalt eyes, Rian turned slowly in his small cot, his blanket rumpling around himself. Around him, his home was cold and unforgiving, the harth just a dying bundle of embers. Sleeping in the corner, the family Fizzgig Tashi, was snoozing soundly. Rians cot was small, placed in a small crevice near his parents’. From his spot, he could see his mothers body, her chest rising and falling gently. Taking in a breath, Rian rubbed his eyes as he fought off sleep. “Father,” He mumbled in greeting. 

“Get dressed.  We’re leaving soon,” He father whispered bluntly.  Kneeling over him, His father, Ordon, barely cracked a smile as his son woke from his deep slumber.  

“Now?” he asked.

“Yes. Now.” Without another word, Ordon lifted himself from the floor, and walked swiftly around the room, his footsteps quiet against the hard dirt floor. 

Throwing off his covers, Rian hurriedly put on his tunic and pants, before quickly tying the hair near his ears up into a braid-pony tail. As he laced his boots up, Rian watched as Ordon work quietly to prepare their ruck-sacks, packing away fresh nebrie cheese and Spriton wheat bread, as well as two canteens with water. 

Rian stayed quiet as he watched his father. It always fascinated him that The Great Ordon, the Spitter-Slayer of Stone-in-the-wood, was his father. Most of the elders within the village had told him he looked too much like him.  From the lithe, arrow-thin ears, to the deep cobalt shine of his sepia-colored hair, Rian was the spitting image of his father. But looks, as Rian had come to know, could only get you so far in Stone-in-the-wood. They had never called Ordon “Great” for nothing. Rian hopped to one day be named, “The Great Rian” as well. 

Tying off his boots, Rian hopped up from his cot, pulling his small traveling cloak from a small peg near the hearth. 

“Excuse me, little one, I think your forgetting something,” A small, pleasant voice hit his ears. Spinning around, Rian ears perked up with giddiness. His mother, Shoni, was partially sitting up in bed, her long hair rumpled from sleep. With a finger, she motioned for Rian to come near her. 

Obeying his mother, Rian rushed to her side, jumping onto the bed to hug her. Shoni showerd him with kisses, running her hands through his hair. After a few kisses, Rian struggled to break from his mothers grip. “Moooom,” He whined. “Your messing up my warrior hair,” 

Dropping her son from her grip, Shoni fell back against her pillow, laughter ripping though her throat. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she teased. “ I didn't realize my little guard cared so much for his hair now. I used to remember fondly when you didnt care.”

Rian fell quiet. It was true that, at first, he didn't care for his hair. He never thought of caring for it like the other gelfling around him. But as he grew older, he had realized his mistake. He had gained so much of it from Shoni’s line of the family, and thanks to how fast it grew, Rian had been forced to tie it back several times to keep the sword from nicking it during his training. It was also the fact that several of the girls around Stone-in-the-wood had marveled the deep cobalt shine, and Rian had wanted to keep it shiny just for them. 

Ordon walked up to his wife and son, his traveling cloak already hung around his shoulders. His voice was stern. “We’ll be leaving now. Take care while we’re gone.”

Shoni chuckles  as she looked up at her husband. “As always,” She says. “But at least don’t leave me without a proper goobye.”

Sighing, Ordon leaned down and kissed Shoni. It was long and sweet, as the two breathed each other in. Rian felt his ears and cheeks flush as he watched his parents kiss. Finally the two let go of each other. Ordon placed his forehead to Shoni’s before walking away. Motioning for Rian to put on his cloak, the two walked into the cool morning. 

“Be careful!  Watch for dangers. Dont come back with a dead childling.” Shoni called, watching her son and husband walk out the door. Ordon simply waved his hand he and Rian walked over the small hill that ringed his home.

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“Try again.” Ordon ordered, his tone harsh and unforgiving. He held up his sword tightly, bright and glittering in his hand.He twirled with a flourish, the blade singing as it sliced the air around him. “Balance your weight on your feet, and keep your line of sight straight at me. Your opponents will come at you with everything they have, and they will not go easy on you.”

“I know.”

“Then show me, Rian--Don’t tell me.”

Taking a deep breath, Rian held his practice sword tight in his hand. The wood was rotten and grimy, staining his hand. Planting his feet, he took a deep breath and took a swipe. Ordon was ready. With a flick of his wrist, he batted away his sons play-sword, the metal chipping at the wood with ease. Rian stumbled a little, but quickly gained his footing. However, Ordon was faster then Rian was expecting, and quickly took several swipes. The blade sang as as the tip nicked Rian’s skin near his arm. 

“Father--” Rian cried, but was silenced as his father took another swipe. 

“Our opponents wont stop once you are injured. They do not care if you cry.” 

Side-stepping his son, Ordon pivoted his leg and swept Rian off his feet. A cloud of dust billowed up from Rian as he hit the ground, his eyes wide as Ordon lowed the sword to his neck. 

“You need improvement.” Ordon observed, twirling the blade. Rian lifted himself up, sitting on the ground, his chest rising and falling rapidly. 

Laying the blade flat against a tree, Ordon picked up a canteen, walking over a hill. “There’s a spring nearby. Take a break.”

Rian nodded his head as he wiped his bangs from his eyes

But as the old solider filled their small canteen, a scream ripped through the forest, followed by the screech  of metal leaving a leather scabbard. 

“Rian!” Ordon screamed, dropping the canteen on the ground. 

Ordon raced back to the training grounds, bursting through the tree-line to find Rian standing near a large tree, feet planted firmly into the ground, his tiny chest heaving up and down as he struggled to control his breathing.

“Rian!” Ordon screamed as he raced to his son side. Sliding to the ground, Ordon placed his hands on his sons trembling shoulders. “Rian. Whats wrong?! Speak, boy!”

“I-it was c-crawling on the tree... It hissed at m-me...” Rian stammered. 

 Ordon followed Rian’s line of vision. Stabbed within the tree, the sword vibrated with Rians tremors, the silver blade shining bright. Splayed from the tip, Ordon saw the limp and lifeless body of the baby arathim, its long pink-and-hollow legs bright in the sunlight. 

Confusion swam through his mind. “Did... did it try to bite you?” He asked. 

Rian shook his head frantically. “No,” He said, his voice growing tight and high-pitched as he tried desperately to hold back his tears. “But--but--” 

“Its alright,” Ordon interrupted.  He placed a gentle hand on Rians wrist. With a gentle pull, Ordon helped Rian pull free his sword. “You did what you had to do...” The sword dropped with a clatter. Rian loward his shaking hands. 

“There,” Ordon said, rising to his feet before dusting himself off. 

 Rian threw himself into Ordon, tears streaming down his face. The little child let out held-back sobs, his shoulders shaking violently. 

Ordon wasn't the consoling type. He had never had to calm someone before, as guards were expected to keep their emotions in check. But, as Ordon felt Rian bury his face into his torso, Ordon felt a wave of guilt. Guilt for leaving his son alone in the clearing. Guilt for having not killed the arathim. He had drove them out, of course. Gelfling were not meant to fully kill but that dident mean that he had succeded in keeping his race, his family, safe. 

Sighing, Ordon  leaned down and picked up Rian. The childling quickly latched onto him, burying his sobs into Rians shoulder. Patting Rians back, Ordon used his boot to kick up the sword into his hand, sheathing the weapon. After that, Ordon pulled the arathims body from the tree. The thing was dead for sure, its body nearly split in half thanks to Rians quick thinking with the blade. Ordon holds it tightly. 

Turning from the tree, Ordon makes his way over the fresh spring, a crying Rian in his arms and a dead arathim in his hand. 

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Rian had taken a long time to calm down. Sobs had wracked his body constanly, and Ordon felt inadequate on how to handle it. After a couple of hours, Rian had cried all he could. All he could really do was hold the childling close, patting his back steadily as he walked back and forth in the small clearing , whispering soothing words as best he could.  Hiccups spewed from his  small body. His sky-blue eyes were red with tears. 

“Rian,” Ordon said, after the hiccuping had died down. “Are you okay?”

The boy said nothing. All he did was nod his head. 

Moving slowly, Ordon placed the childling near the water. Careful of the boots, He let Rian dip his small feet in the water. 

Sitting behind him, Ordon took the Arathims body from his hand. It was just a baby, not even old enough to form any fangs or the spit-glands. 

“You killed it,” Ordon stated flatly, turning the creature over in his hand. 

“I didnt mean to!” Rian wailed. He hugged himself a little tighter, draw forth his shoulders. “It hissed at me..”

Ordon thought for a moment. Rian had never seen a Arathim before, let alone fought one. He was born shortly after the war, when most of the aratheim were driven out or killed. The childling had known where to strike to kill one, right near its heart int he thorax. Ordon wracked his brain until it finally dawned on him. 

Childlings could dreamfast. 

Ordon had heard stories of childlings, unams before they were born, dreamfasting with their parents, sharing memories from  the mother or the father. Ordon thought back to those nights alone with Shoni, just the two of them together after a night of love and kisses and whispers. Shoni had never told him that they were with child then, and it never even crossed his mind that a spark of life that small could have gained the knowledge to kill something that had existed long before it was born. 

Orodn felt his heart sink. Rian had gained a memory from him, and it was a memory of death and killings. 

Ordon wanted to remedy that, at least for the time being. 

Moving silently, Ordon took one of the arathims legs and broke them off, careful of the spikes that protruded from them. Placing one on the ground, Ordon sat closer to his son, gathering up most of his thick cobalt and sepia hair. 

“Father?” Rian asked, turning his head. 

Ordon righted it. “Keep looking forward.”

Taking several strands of hair, he began to wive the leg in. “Rian,” Ordon began. “Do you remember what the guards oath?”

Rian was quiet for a moment, his ears falling back as he struggled to remember, even though ordon had drilled it into his brain since he was small.  “We protect the lords... The Lords protect the Crystal of Truth. If we fail... we all fail...?”

“Good. But there’s another oath you have to remember,” Pulling a lock of hair through a loop, Ordon continued to braid his sons hair. “Remember, Rian.  A Stonewood wields the sword and spear with honor. You wield it to protect Stone-in-the-wood; To protect the forest. To protect the lords. To protect Thra. And, maybe one day when your older, to protect the one you love the most, whoever that may be.”

Rian pondered on the sentence, his ears twitching. 

“How will I know I love someone?” Rian asked quietly, a pale blush rising to his cheeks as he sat there, wincing a little as he father tugged a little too tightly against his hair. 

Ordon took a moment to ponder, wondering himself how he had known when he truly loved Shoni. Finally he smiled. Moving slowly, Ordon took Rians wrist again. Opening up his palm, Ordon placed Rians hand again his sons chest, pressing it close until Rian felt his own heartbeat. “Its hard to say exactly when it’ll happen to you, Rian. But just remember, my son, this single part of you never lies.”

“Never lies.” Rian mirrored, pressing his hand closer. 

Ordon couldn't help but feel his heart swell with pride a little. It was as if nine unam ago, the boy sitting in front of him had been a speck inside Shoshone's belly. Ordon had never thought much of being a father. He himself had never been a good son to his own father, with arguments and fights daily. When he married Shoni and took up her childhood home as his, they argued whether they had wanted children.  The arguments had always ended with a stalemate, a problem to be shelved for another day. At least, until he had felt Shoni’s firm belly one pleasant night together alone. It wasn't long until the speak had turned bigger, and soon it was wailing its lungs out for food. And then it was running. and laughing. And giving him grey hairs as Rian became something more to him then just a simple after-thought. 

Ordon ruffled Rians hair as he finished weaving the leg into the thick locks. Rian fingerd it a little, grimacing as he felt the arathims spikes. “Its messing up my warrior hair,” He mumbled.

Ordon gave a chuckle as he watched his son, a spark of pride growing him his chest. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rian awoke from the dream, blinking away sleep from his eyes. He looked around. The Desert was still dark, the fire having died to burning embers, smoke curling into the air. Rian lifted himself onto his elbows, surveying the area. Gurjin, Naia and Kylan were sound asleep, with snores from all around dancing in the air. Brea was as well, her chest rising and falling softly. Rians eyes fell on Deet and Hup. 

The Podling was sound asleep, his spoon clutched tightly to his chest. He was snoring softly, his mouth open a little. Deet had her back turned to him, her wings laying flat aginst the earth. However, as Rian watched her, she turned over, throwing a hand over Hup. The podling snorted as he turned and curled himself closer to Deep, her eyelids dancing as she dreamed. 

Rian felt his heart swell at the sight, of the Grotton who had saved his life from the gobbles. Though they had only met an anum ago, the connection between them had started to grow stronger. This night was no acceptation, as the two had caught eyes with each other over the fire.  He lifted a hand to his chest, felt the rapid beating beneath his skin. 

“Never lies,” he whispered to himself as he left the arathim clip brush his scalp in the hot desert wind. 

[goldensunbalotiyaposts]

Effective Mechanical Sealing Solutions for Industrial Applications

Excellence in Sealing Solutions: Mechanical Seal Manufacturer and Gland Packing Seal Types

In the world of fluid handling and industrial machinery, the importance of effective sealing solutions cannot be overstated. Whether it's to prevent leakage, protect sensitive equipment, or ensure operational efficiency, mechanical seals and gland packing seals play a pivotal role. In this article, we'll explore the world of mechanical seal manufacturing, delve into the different types of gland packing seals, and also touch upon the significance of single cartridge mechanical seals. Additionally, we'll shed light on the collaboration between mechanical seal manufacturers and OEM pumps manufacturers.

Mechanical Seal Manufacturer: Precision in Every Seal

A mechanical seal is a critical component in pumps, compressors, and various other machinery that handle liquids or gases. It serves the crucial function of preventing leakage and maintaining the integrity of the process. Mechanical seal manufacturer are the unsung heroes behind these tiny yet essential devices.

These manufacturers are tasked with producing seals that can withstand high pressures, temperatures, and corrosive environments. They employ cutting-edge technology and materials to ensure that their seals meet the highest standards of performance and reliability. The seal's design, material composition, and manufacturing process are all meticulously engineered to match the specific requirements of their intended applications.

Gland Packing Seal Types: Versatility and Dependability

Gland packing seals are another sealing solution commonly used in various industrial settings. Unlike mechanical seals, which are closed systems, gland packing seals consist of braided or molded packing material that is compressed within a stuffing box or gland. This creates a seal by preventing the escape of fluid along a rotating or reciprocating shaft.

There are several types of gland packing seals available, each suited to different applications:

Braided Packing: This is the most common type of gland packing, made from materials like graphite, PTFE, or aramid fibers. It is flexible, easy to install, and effective in sealing a wide range of fluids.

Molded Packing: These seals are pre-formed and shaped to fit specific applications. They offer excellent dimensional stability and are ideal for high-performance applications.

Inconel Wire Reinforced Packing: This type of packing includes Inconel wire reinforcement to enhance its strength and stability, making it suitable for high-pressure and high-temperature applications.

Carbon Packing: Carbon packing is designed for extreme conditions, including high-speed rotary equipment and aggressive chemicals.

Single Cartridge Mechanical Seal: Simplifying Maintenance

Single cartridge mechanical seals are a specialized variation of mechanical seals that offer ease of installation and maintenance. Unlike traditional mechanical seals, which require intricate assembly and precise alignment, single cartridge seals are pre-assembled in a self-contained unit.

These seals are especially beneficial in applications where minimizing downtime and ensuring quick and hassle-free replacements are essential. They reduce the risk of incorrect installation and are often used in critical processes where any seal failure can lead to costly consequences.

Collaboration with OEM Pumps Manufacturers

Mechanical seal manufacturers frequently collaborate with OEM (Original Equipment Manufacturer) pumps manufacturers to provide integrated solutions for various industries. OEMs rely on mechanical seal manufacturers to supply seals that perfectly match their pump designs and specifications.

This collaboration ensures that pumps are equipped with seals optimized for their intended use, enhancing overall performance, longevity, and efficiency. Additionally, it simplifies the procurement process for end-users, as they can trust that the seals supplied with the OEM pumps are of the highest quality and compatibility.

In conclusion, the world of mechanical seal manufacturing and gland packing seal types is a testament to engineering precision and innovation. These components may be small, but their impact on industrial processes is enormous. Whether you're seeking a reliable sealing solution for your machinery or collaborating with OEM pumps manufacturer choosing the right partner in mechanical seal manufacturing is a critical step toward ensuring the success and longevity of your operations.

[elliyoyo]

Pucker Up, Parker (Peter Parker/Reader)

A double update? In one weekend? Yes, this is really me, I’m okay, I’m just hyped to write about the actual loml after Infinity War. Again, just a reminder, this fic will have NO INFINITY WAR SPOILERS. I repeat THIS IS SPOILER FREE AND SAFE TO READ.

Warnings: Swearing, kind of a makeup tutorial in a fic, lots of description, cliche kind of kissing, blinding highlights, my own head canon for Peter’s skin type, and a make out session

Words: 1879 (I went overboard, I know, I’m not sorry)

“There’s no way I’m letting you touch me with any of that, (Y/N),” Peter says, his eyes suspiciously scanning over the many bottles and compacts of makeup now splayed across his bed. You pick up foundations and take his arm, wanting to start color matching him so you could be done with the look you were doing before Aunt May went to bed, which was lifetimes away, so you weren’t too worried about it. Even so, you told her to come check on the progress in about an hour, even though Peter kept protesting getting his makeup done in the first place.

He tries to pull his arm away, but before he can, you reassure him with, “It’s nothing bad. It’s gonna be like I’m painting on your arm, then when I find the right shade I start painting your face.”

You shoot him a smile and pump a little drop of your foundations out on his arm. The drugstore one you had run out and grabbed earlier today was the one that worked best, probably because you had a keen eye for shade matching and your foundation shades were bound to either not fit his complexion or skin type. So before you came over, you quizzed him and grabbed one you thought would be perfect.

“They look weird. Why are some all gel-ish and some are runny and some—”

“We just know that the different textures and different formulas have different results. I have no clue how they do it, that’s their secret.” You laugh and grab your primers before you put any foundation on him. “Alright, Peter, time to play 20 questions again.”

“What? I thought you already had a foundation for me?”

“I do, but I need to find out what I need for primer. They’re also specialized to skin type and all that. Plus, it’s fun because I get to learn about you.” You pick up the five different ones you had, all drug store, but differently colored and purposed.

“...Alright, then ask me the things,” he sighs, giving in, knowing that if he wanted to look like all the girls on instagram that everyone obsessed about (and get the $5 you promised him for being your personal barbie doll for the night), he had to just answer the questions and let it be over with.

“Do you have a problem with your pores or too much oil on your nose, forehead, or chin?”

“The pores on my nose kinda bug me sometimes. I heard that if you put an ice cube on there, it closes them up a little bit, so I do that every morning when I brush my teeth,” he admits, flushing slightly pink, thinking it was kind of a weird thing to do.

“Alright. Have you done anything else about it? Soaps, treatments, masks— any of that?”

“...” He is silent for a moment, flushing even more, before admitting even more. “I sneak some of Aunt May’s soap every once in awhile to clean the pores and when I have a few extra bucks, I’ll grab a pore tightening mask.”

“I never knew you were so into facial care. Now that I know your secrets, I may one day look as perfect as you,” you joke, but you’re secretly serious. You would do anything to have his perfectly smooth, acne-free skin, even though it’s marred by cuts or bruises sometimes from some of the fights he’ll tell you about now and then. “So you take extremely good care of yourself and are conscious of pores. Any of the oiliness or no?”

“Not unless I’m doing a little workout or in gym class, no.” You nod, putting the mattifying and redness-cancelling primers aside.

“Are you looking for a big glow or a more natural look?”

“I guess natural. I don’t wanna look like a light bulb, you know?”

“Right, right, that’s Mr. Stark’s job.” You snort out a laugh, avoiding Peter’s hand as it goes to slap your shoulder. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to offend your dad.”

“He’s not my Dad! He’s just my boss and mentor and all that… And he doesn’t look like a lightbulb. He’s just… shiny.”

“So are lightbulbs, case closed.” You put the extreme illuminating primer aside with the other two as well. “Lastly, is your skin dry at all? Any flaky bits or spots that feel a big rugged when you run your fingers over it?”

“Not dry, but my slight beard coming in is a bit rugged sometimes…”

“Peter, you say that like you’ve got a beard that’s braid worthy or something, calm down there.” You set the hydrating one in the pile of rejects as well, focusing on the poreless primer that was still remaining in front of him. “Then here we go, we’ll use a poreless one on your forehead, nose, and chin, then just use a base moisturizer over everything so you still have a base for the foundation.”

Peter looked at you curiously as you squeezed out the peach-colored gel and started putting it on his nose first. He makes a face and scrunches his nose for a moment, muttering something about how it smelled and he didn’t think he was going to like this.

You then put a little more on his forehead and chin, grabbing a beauty blender that you had wet beforehand, making sure there was no excess water before you start buffing out the primer. You then grab the bottle of moisturizer and pump a little onto his entire face once you’ve given it time to sink in.

“Alright this foundation is going to feel like a weird extra layer of skin that you can’t pull off, but you seriously can’t touch it or feel it because it can and will rub off on your fingers if you do,” you warm him, pumping some of the foundation onto the back of your hand. You take a brush and start applying it liberally, knowing you were going to need to pack on heavy highlighter and contour to make him look like the Instagram model he wanted to be.

“It feels like you’re smearing pancake mix on my face. Half of me loves it and half of me absolutely hates it.”

“Focus on the half that loves it, ‘cause we’ve got a lot more to do.” With that, you grab your beauty blender and start to blend the foundation into his face, neck, and ears, making sure that he didn’t look cakey, but also had a nice, even base. “And now is where you need to stay very still and non-complain-y.”

You pick up the blush compact from beside you and sigh. Oh, how you wanted to make him look like a certain villain that isn’t even present in the marvel universe, but you were a kind significant other, so you restrained yourself from doing so.

Kind of.

—

Forty-five minutes and about fifteen brushes later, Peter Benjamin Parker has perfect smokey eyes, winged eyeliner sharp enough to cut someone, lashes put on perfectly to compliment the rest of his eye look, eyebrows done up to the gods, a blinding highlight, contour that he really didn’t need because he’s already got those good cheekbones, and the perfect Jenner lip look.

“You look… Woah.” You try to keep your mouth shut, or else a lengthy rant about how he looks super hot will come tumbling out, but it doesn’t work. You can’t help but gape at how amazing he looks, hair tousled, highlight shining from the moonlight shining through the window, his eyes only popping more from how you lined his waterline.

“Am I leaving you speechless?” He strikes a pose, puckering his lips with a small laugh, but fails to notice how your eyes bug out for a second at the beautiful sight.

You must have zoned out for a moment staring at him because the next thing you know, he’s way closer than you remembered and he’s calling your name, trying to get your attention back on him, unaware that it never left.

“(Y/N), you alright? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve fallen in l—”

“I fell in love with you a long time ago, Peter.”

“—ove with this look… Oh…”

“Oh, I didn’t… You can just ignore the fact that I said that if you want to, I’m sorry.”

“No, I, uh… I just didn’t, you know, um, expect it! It’s great that you love me, actually, ‘cause surprise! I love me— you— I love you, too!”

There’s an awkward silence for a moment before you two both lean in a little further for what seems like centuries before your lips connect. Neither of you move for a moment, afraid to do something wrong, but once it passes, you place your hand on his cheek and he puts a hand on your waist so he can steadily move towards you.

Soon enough, he’s over you, his fingers intertwined with yours while still keeping him above you and not crushing you into his mattress. You slide your tongue into his mouth at one point, courageously making the first move, but as soon as you do so, his door is opened by Aunt May, who takes a moment to see what’s going on.

“Hey, how’s the look going? I really hope you made him look weird— it would be going straight on my facebo— Peter what are you doing?!”

He jumps off of you, hitting his head on the top bunk with a small gasp. He looks down at you for a moment, both urging you to help him explain and admiring the small bits of glitter that had rubbed from his high points onto your face. It was also in this moment that he got lost looking at your puffy from kissing, lipstick stained, inviting lips.

“Peter, I asked you a question. What. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing?”

“He was seeing if the lipstick would transfer easy,” you blurt out, not able to think of anything else. “He doesn’t have any celebrity crush posters, so I had to be his subject.”

“...I… I mean, valid point… but why in the bed so… teenager-y?” At this point, May is just teasing Peter, which you catch onto and join in on.

“Well, we are teenagers. We have glands which release…?” You look up at Peter, somehow managing to make you hiding your smile pass as you wiping the lipstick off your lips. “—Pete, this is review for you! What do glands release?”

“Uh, hormones! They release hormones! Wait, no, May, come on, can you give us a second, then I’ll show you how it turned out? Please?”

“...Alright, but that lipstick better be fixed by the time I get back in here in five.” She eyes you two down for a moment, then closing the door.

“...Wow, what a shit show.” He laughs out, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Tell me about it, that was hilarious.” You grab the lip liner again, just planning to make his lips look a little bigger so you didn’t have to redo any foundation or contour.

“Now, even though it got us into this mess in the first place, I’m gonna need you to pucker up, Parker.”

[ermainso]

PTFE is an excellent choice

One of the biggest problems with PTFE braided seals is that they can be very slippery. This is primarily due to the material's low coefficient of friction when it is in contact with a variety of surfaces. The low friction of PTFE also reduces power consumption and heat generation at the filler-shaft interface. However, it also tends to creep as temperature increases, which means it needs frequent adjustments to keep its seal.

PTFE braided packings are often asked to be used in a variety of applications. These applications PTFE GLAND PACKING range from corrosive fluids to strong alkalis and solvents. Additionally, they are resistant to strong oxidants. In some cases, PTFE braided packings may be the only practical option for these types of media.

PTFE is an excellent choice for many different industrial applications. Its low coefficient of friction makes it ideal for transferring material with minimum friction. This is also beneficial to many industries, such as the pharmaceutical, food, and dairy industries. Its electrical properties are excellent and make it ideal for a variety of uses. It is resistant to abrasion

A PTFE braided seal is highly resistant to abrasion and is a common material for high-pressure pumps and other rotary equipment. It is a braided seal that combines a high-quality PTFE material with a lubricant made of a special graphite compound. The lubricant makes the seal highly resistant to abrasion, while the high-speed PTFE yarns resist thermal expansion. Additionally, they provide a high level of thermal stability, resulting in reduced friction and extended packing life.

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COMPONENT VS. CARTRIDGE MECHANICAL SEALS – WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?

Mechanical Metal Bellow Seals come in different configurations, and each variant has its advantages and disadvantages. Among the most common variants are component mechanical seals and cartridge mechanical seals.

CARTRIDGE VS. COMPONENT MECHANICAL SEAL

When selecting a mechanical seal type, pump users must consider the cost of installation, long term running costs, pump characteristics, and the anticipated operational conditions (heat, vibration, and pressure). Keep your technical staff in mind as well, because having a skilled technician on-hand for regular maintenance vs. having to outsource maintenance and repairs makes a significant difference.

These factors will determine whether a component seal is preferable to a cartridge seal.

WHAT IS A CARTRIDGE SEAL?

A cartridge mechanical seal is a completely enclosed seal system with preassembled components. Typically, this seal type is composed of a gland, sleeve, and other hardware that make pre-assembly possible.

Refer to our blog post about different mechanical seal types for a more exhaustive list.

Advantages of Cartridge Type Mechanical Seals

The major benefits of choosing Cartridge Mechanical Seals for your pump seal system include:

Easy / Simple installation (No specialist necessary)

Higher functional security due to pre-assembled seal with fix axial settings. Eliminate measuring errors.

Eliminated the possibility of axial misplacement and resulting seal performance issues

Prevention of dirt entry or damaging of the seal faces

Reduced installation costs through reduced installation time = Reduced down times during maintenance

Potential to reduce the degree of pump disassembly for seal replacement

Cartridge units are easily repairable

Protection of customer shaft/shaft sleeve

No need for custom-made shafts to operate a balanced seal due to the internal shaft sleeve of the seal cartridge.

WHAT IS A COMPONENT SEAL?

Component mechanical seals are composed of separate dynamic and stationary parts. Unlike cartridge seals, Component Seals are not preassembled and require skilled technicians to install them. Incorrect installation of the seal faces, O-rings, and seal axial setting on the pump shaft will result in reduced seal life or in some cases, immediate seal failure.

Advantages of O-ring Mounted Mechanical Seals

The benefits of selecting non-cartridge seals for your mechanical seal support systems include:

Reduced expenses on initial seal purchase

Reduced spares costs as the individual components can be stocked vs. the entire seal

Superior adaptability to very small pumps

Common Pumps Seals are simply a method of containing fluid within a vessel (typically pumps, mixers, etc.) where a rotating shaft passes through a stationary housing or occasionally, where the housing rotates around the shaft.

When sealing a centrifugal pump, the challenge is to allow a rotating shaft to enter the ‘wet’ area of the pump, without allowing large volumes of pressurized fluid to escape.

To address this challenge there needs to be a seal between the shaft and the pump housing that can contain the pressure of the process being pumped and withstand the friction caused by the shaft rotating.

Before examining how mechanical seals function it is important to understand other methods of forming this seal. One such method still widely used is Gland Packing.

Gland packing is a braided, rope-like material that is packed around the shaft - physically stuffing the gap between the shaft and the pump housing.

Gland packing is still commonly used in many applications, however increasingly users are adopting mechanical seals for the following reasons;

The friction of the shaft rotating wears away at the packing over time, which leads to increased leakage until the packing is adjusted or re-packed.

The friction of the shaft also means that packing also needs to be flushed with large volumes of water in order to keep it cool.

Packing needs to press against the shaft in order to reduce leakage – this means that the pump needs more drive power to turn the shaft, wasting energy.

Because packing needs to contact the shaft it will eventually wear a groove into it, which can be costly to repair or replace.

Grundfos Pumps Mechanical Seals are designed to overcome these drawbacks.

Design

A basic mechanical seal contains three sealing points.

The stationary part of the seal is fitted to the pump housing with a static seal –this may be sealed with an o-ring or gasket clamped between the stationary part and the pump housing.