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Can I request a band of brothers imagine please I was thinking a one where her a d dick are In a secret relationship and she wants to come clean to the other men. They get in an argument about it. She feels like he is ashamed of embarrassed. He loves her more than anything so he kisses her infront of everyone and he asks her to marry him. They all congratulate them xx

A/N: another one that turned steamy/spicy before my eyes! great request my dear, thank you! :)

Show It - Dick Winters X Fem!Reader

*This fic is entirely based on the Band of Brothers TV show - no disrespect intended to the true veterans and their families* WC: 1992 Warnings: references to canon-typical gore; non-canon; spice/steam; implied smut

Zell Am See was breathtakingly gorgeous, and all you could do was cry. Sitting on the edge of the dock, that beautiful mirror-smooth water stretching out around you, the Alps rising up through the horizon in front of you like a crown made of stone, your eyes were glued on your lap. Big fat tears dribbled down your cheeks and neck. 

This is foolish, you chided yourself. Pull it together. He is not embarrassed. 

After a year and a half of serving in the Army Nurse Corps, watching men choke on their own blood and holding them down while they got amputations without morphine and cradling their heads while they cried out for their mothers in agony, this was what brought you to your knees? The fact that your boyfriend wouldn’t hold your hand in front of a few soldiers?

Dick Winters was many things, but embarrassed by you was not one of them. After keeping your relationship with the handsome, stoic major a secret since you’d met at Toccoa, you knew his reasons for the secrecy. It was improper, a violation of the Army’s no fraternization policy, and ultimately disrespectful to your fellow service members. And he’d told you time and time again, in no uncertain terms, that he expected the two of you to keep your relationship under wraps until you were both safely back in the States and no longer at the Army’s beck and call. 

Nevertheless, you’d made the fatal mistake of dreaming. Ever since VE Day, you’d let yourself get slack with secrecy. Risking a peck on his cheek in front of an open window. Running your hand along his shoulders as you walk past him in the aid station. Trying to intertwine your fingers with his as he escorted you back to your barracks…

“Y/n.” The sound of his voice tore your thoughts to shreds, leaving them scattered like scraps of tissue paper along the dock. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, the memory of him gently swatting your hand away as you’d reached for his stinging fresh in your mind. 

“Not now, Dick,” you groaned back, burying your face in your shoulder away from him as he took a seat next to you. 

“Look at me, y/n.” 

You stubbornly turned further away from him, gluing your eyes to the lake. You saw a few of the Easy Company guys lazing on the sun dappled shoreline in their military issue boxers. After so many campaigns in the snow and rain and mud, the warm sunshine and clean air of Switzerland felt like a rebirth. 

“Please.” 

Damnit Dick, you thought as the tone of pleading in his voice finally broke you. Can’t you just leave me be? 

“What is it?” you groused. You let yourself turn halfway back to him, still avoiding looking at him, not sure if you could trust yourself fully yet. 

“You know what it is,” he replied patiently. He knew you were pouting and prone to stubbornness. You wished you were calmer, more mature, like him. But at the end of the day, your passion - which he proclaimed to love so much - came with its fair share of warts. 

You sighed heavily, busying yourself with dragging a stick across the surface of the lake beneath your foot. You leaned your cheek against the knee you had bent upwards, your foot tucked in against you while the other one hung loosely over the edge of the dock. 

“I’m sorry.” You hated how petulant it sounded, but it was the best you could do. You’d probably have to rehash this conversation later, in private. The sounds of men playing football and jumping into the lake around you made you keenly aware that there were eyes and ears close enough to learn your secret. The last thing you wanted to do was have a repeat of earlier, where Dick publicly rejected you.

“No, you’re not.” There was a pressure in his voice, and his words startled you. You looked at him, your brows knitted together in question. He reached out and extracted the stick you’d been idly tracing along the surface of the water from your fingers, lacing them with his. He held up your intertwined hand and showed it to you. 

“I’m the one who’s sorry,” he clarified. His voice was dripping with sincerity, threatening to break you apart. You’d only heard that tone in his voice three times before: the first time he’d confessed his feelings for you the night before D-Day, the first time you’d slept together on a squeaky bunk bed in a half-bombed out house in Carentan, and the first time he’d said he’d loved you in Haguenau. Each moment was seared into your memory like a brand. 

“I’ve been fighting for so long, I forgot what it’s like to be at peace.” He paused, swallowing effortfully with a look of concentration on his face. You were shocked to see the threat of tears in his eyes. You reached out with your free hand to capture his cheek, your touch hesitant at first. He practically melted against your palm, his eyes closing. 

“I know what you thought, when I wouldn’t hold your hand,” he continued softly. “That I was embarrassed.”

“Dick, I know you’re not, I ju-”

“That’s what your heart felt. Maybe your mind told you otherwise, but I know you.” You squirmed slightly. It was true, Dick Winters knew you better than anyone. And the fact that he knew it too felt intimate and tender. 

“But you also know me,” he added. You smiled, demurring slightly as a blush spread across your cheeks. It was true. Dick Winters wasn’t a complicated man, but he was deep. One of many reasons you’d fallen for him was his thoughtfulness, his depth of character, and his bottomless loyalty. You wore your thoughts and feelings on your sleeves, while Dick’s passions had to be dug for like a well. But time and time again, you’d been reminded that the effort was worth the reward.

“You know I love you. I know you know that. But… I’ve been trying to hide it for so long, I forgot the importance of showing it.” 

You nodded in agreement, trying to fight the urge to defend his actions from his own apology. As much as his contrition was soothing your damaged ego, you wanted to reach out and smooth away the worry etched in that little creased line between his eyebrows. Nothing hurt you as much as seeing Dick Winters hurt, even if it was by his own doing. 

“It’s ok, Dick. We made an agreement, it’s for the best. And it’s only a couple more weeks.” Surely the Army wouldn’t keep you here longer than that, not now that Germany had officially surrendered. 

Dick lifted your still-interlocked hand to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to your knuckles. 

“I’m tired of waiting,” he murmured. The heat in his eyes was beckoning you to fall into him. You felt your stomach tie itself into knots and your toes curl under themselves at the suggestions in that gaze. 

Without hesitating, he released your hand and found the back of your neck, guiding you towards him. You practically leapt into the embrace, Dick’s lips finding yours with ease. The intensity with which he kissed you wiped your mind clean of any lingering fears. You’d never felt him take so much time with you. Months of sneaking around taking advantage of stolen moments and darkened corners had conditioned both of you to love each other fast and purposefully. There hadn’t been the luxury of time to laze around in each other’s embrace in Carentan or Haguenau or Bastogne. 

But here, in Zell Am See, Dick’s slow and full-bodied kiss took its sweet time to bloom. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to stay decent much longer. Your heart was beating erratically like a drunk marching band in your chest, and there was a sinful coil of desire beginning to tighten deep inside your gut. You let Dick explore your lips and mouth and tongue, eagerly leaving yourself wide open to this new pitch of passion. 

You weren’t sure how long you kissed him. Moments, minutes, hours, eons. Time felt liquid. 

You would have been content to hover there on the edge of that dock until you died, but the rest of Easy Company had other ideas. A handful of wolf whistles and matching whoops shattered your concentration, along with Dick’s. He smiled against your lips at Lew Nixon’s rousing admonition that “it’s ‘bout damn time!”, which was immediately answered by a loud cheer from the rest of the Company. No one sounded surprised, you realized. All the careful attention to detail you and Dick had put in to cover your tracks hadn’t fooled anyone. Dick realized it too, his face breaking into a sheepish but relieved grin as he pulled back from you. 

“Not so fast, Major,” you teased him, repositioning yourself so that you were straddling Dick’s lap. You recaptured his lips in an encore kiss, eliciting another round of cat-calls from Easy. Dick’s arms hovered on your hips for a moment before he snaked his arms around you, pulling you closer against him. The two of you could barely keep your lips connected with all the smiling and giggling. You sat back with a contented sigh, coming to rest on Dick’s thighs. He cocked an eyebrow at you as his eyes danced up and down your body, squeezing your hips with greedy hands. 

“Now that the entire Company knows, think we can safely kick Lew out for an afternoon without having to come up with an excuse?” you simpered as you tugged playfully at Dick’s tie. Even now, as the rest of Easy was lazing around in their makeshift swim trunks and aviator sunglasses, Dick Winters was ever in uniform. You were eager to change that. 

“I’m sure Lew can be persuaded,” Dick agreed with a mischievous note in his voice. “Although, before we go…”

He tipped you backwards off his lap and into the cold water of the lake before you had a chance to scream. He broke the surface immediately after you. You surfaced with a gasp at the chill of the water and a laugh on your lips. 

“Major, how very unprofessional of you!” you teased with a splash aimed at his face. He only laughed and reached out, pulling you closer. The heat from his body felt too good in the mountain-cold lake to resist, and even if you could have, you wouldn’t want to. You wrapped your legs around his torso and your arms around his shoulders as he treaded water with his arms. The feel of his muscles flexing under your touch was tantalizing. He laid a soft, chaste peck against the soft, wet skin of your throat. 

“How about we get you warmed up, then?” he offered as you shivered involuntarily. You could barely contain yourself at the offer, only able to nod and look at him needily. He swam over to the side of the dock, helping you clamber your way up the ladder in your water-logged skirt. He was close behind you, a hand coming to rest at the small of your back as he strode off quickly in the direction of the barracks. It seemed you weren’t the only one who was excited by this newfound public acceptance of your relationship to cash in. 

“Don’t get my bed wet!” Nixon called after the two of you. 

“Oh, don’t worry Nix, we’re not going to make it that far,” Dick called back, causing you to stifle a gasp at his insolence with the back of your hand. You smacked him lightly on the chest as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

Despite the chill of the air as you and Dick practically sprinted back to the privacy of his quarters, you’d never felt warmer.

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Adventures With Threep

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairings: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) With: Threep, Rayden (M!OC) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow Word Count: > 1,500 Rating/Warnings: General; (mpreg!Threep)

Synopsis: Three vignettes of Threep's life with Rayden, Mal, and Daenarya.

The regal nesper fluttered through the open window, gracefully moving through the house, looking for his favorite human. Threep landed softly on the floor, his paws a soft pitter-patter against the worn wooden floorboards of the orphanage. Threep's sleek fur brushed softly against his leg. 

"Kitty!" Rayden cheered, scooping the nesper eagerly into his arms. He hugged him warmly, nuzzling his face against Threep's. "I've missed you so much!"

"Your sentiment is reciprocated," Threep purred happily. 

"Re-sip-prated? What's that?" The young boy questioned curiously as he carried the bat-cat to the couch. 

Threep smiled, relaxing in the boy's tender embrace. "It means I missed you too, Rayden."

The child squealed with excitement, plopping down on the couch with his favorite kitty in his lap. His fingers ran gingerly through the creature's silky fur, watching as it shimmered in the sun's rays peeking through the window. 

Threep stretched out, enjoying the warmth and comfort surrounding him.

"Oh!" Rayden's eyes popped open in alarm. His small hand pressed against his forehead in a gentle tap. "I forgot! I didn't get you a snack! You must be so hungry." 

The nesper's head dipped to the side in contemplation, but instead of jumping at the suggestion, he turned in the boy's lap, offering him his stomach. "Maybe in a bit."

Rayden snuggled Threep closer, happily rubbing his belly. 

"You can't still be hungry," Mal complained as he watched the violet nesper shove another slice of buttered bread into his mouth. His cheeks puffed out from the size of the bite he took, reminding the Rogue of a chipmunk collecting food to bring back to its home, except in Threep's case, he wasn't saving any for later. 

"How are you not hungry," Threep whined once he was able to speak again. He lifted one front paw above his brow while the other rubbed his belly, feigning famishment. 

"We've eaten a five-course meal—" Mal's fingers adjusted his belt. "I couldn't eat another bite."

Threep's gaze shifted to the bottle of wine sitting beside the Rogue. "You were saying."

"I said eat," Mal corrected, taking a drink of the ruby-red liquid. "I never said drink."

Threep was about to protest when his eyes perked up, noticing a morsel of cake left on Mal's plate. "Since you are soooo full, you wouldn't mind me finishing your cake?"

"Have at it." Mal guided the plate toward the nesper. "When you throw up later, you're cleaning it up yourself. I've cleaned up enough of your vomit recently." His lips pulled into a frown.

Threep's shock quickly fell and was replaced by a satisfied hum as he licked up the crumbs of the delicious dessert. 

Mal shook his head with a mix of disgust and wonder. He had seen Threep eat, or rather, in this case, gorge himself before, but this was a new level. Thankfully, as compensation for his services, the crown funded his eating expenses. Mal chuckled at the thought, "That's one way to bring down the monarchy, bankrupt them by enjoying the finest food and drink in the land on them." He raised his goblet up, tipping it toward his companion, who had flagged the waiter down for a honey cake to go. 

"Mama! Mama!" Rayden ran across the small yard of the orphanage, heading for the steps at the back of the house. 

"Careful!" Threep hissed, dangling precariously from his position in the boy's arms.

Daenarya met them with open arms at the door at the sound of his cries. "What's wrong?" Her hands cradled Rayden's face, brushing his dark, shaggy hair away from his eyes, looking for any injuries. She scanned down his arms and legs next.

Rayden shook her away. "Not me!" His lip quivered. "Kitty!"

Threep hung loosely from the boy's grasp, his back legs swaying below. "I'm fine." His wings fluttered briefly as he wiggled back more comfortably into the boy's arms. 

Daenarya breathed a little easier. She loved Threep, but Rayden was her son, and she thanked the gods, new and old, that he was all right. She gestured for them to sit down on the steps to talk. "What's wrong with Threep?" 

"I'm fine," the nesper grumbled. "Is that—" His nose twitched as he sniffed the air. "Banana muffins?"

Rayden held him firmly, despite Threep's attempts to wriggle away toward the sweets. "Look at his belly!"

Daenarya attempted to stifle her chuckle. It was no secret Threep had put on a few (or more) pounds lately. Mal had pointed it out following his lunch with him. "Oh, Threep's okay, sweetie, he just needs a diet." Her eyes narrowed at him. "So, NO! Muffins! They're for the children."

Before Threep could protest, Rayden cut him off. He grabbed Daenarya's hand, placing it on Threep's stomach. "It's all hard and not soft like Papa's when he eats too much. And there's little bumps growing."

She couldn't stop the laugh rising in her throat. 

"It's muscle," Threep defended, looking down at his swollen stomach.   

"Something's wrong," Rayden insisted, holding Daenarya's hand on Threep. "First, he didn't want to eat and was extra sleepy. Then, he kept getting sick. Now, his belly is hard and has bumps."

Daenarya's smile fell, carefully considering his words. She hadn't really thought about it before. Threep was Threep. He was dramatic, but this—this was different. 

"What's wrong with him?" 

Daenarya's fingers caressed the nesper's abdomen, feeling carefully for any abnormalities. Her fingers brushed over the bumps Rayden had mentioned. Her eyes widen. "It can't be." 

"What? What? What?" Rayden questioned nervously.

Daenarya peered closer, parting the fur to get a better look. Her mouth fell open as she tried to reconcile what she saw, but it was clear—his stomach wasn't the only thing growing. 

"Am I dying?" Threep stared down at her hands in his fur. "And I don't mean from starvation, because from that, I am well aware."

"Uh, Threep," Daenarya shook her head in amusement, her knowing smile growing. "With nespers, who—uh— you know—carries the young?"

"Both male and female nespers can carry our progeny—" he began with little consideration for the question, "—but for some reason, males more often...I mean...but...I...I can't be—" His head was spinning. 

"Now he can't remember words!" Rayden worried. "Mama, fix him!" 

"I can't." Daenara drew her son closer, pressing a kiss on his forehead. "But he's going to be just fine."

"Really?" He sniffled, his eyes glistening in the afternoon sun.

"I'm going to need to lie down," he breathed dramatically.

"You are lying down." She shook her head watching the nesper paw at his stomach. Her attention shifted back to Rayden. "But yes, Threep is going to be just fine." Her hand glided over her own swollen stomach. "Threep's just having a baby."

"What?!" Mal choked on the muffin he had been sneaking as he joined the trio on the porch.

Rayden's face lit up, his eyes popping open as he bounced with excitement. "There's going to be more kitties?!"

"Yup!" Daenarya marveled at the two—well, three—different reactions to the news. Shock (and horror). Excitement. And.... whatever it was Threep was feeling.

"Uhhuhhahh," Threep moaned. "Will you carry me?" He held his paws out toward Mal.

Dramatic—Daenarya decided with a gentle laugh.

"Fat chance bat-cat," Mal sneered. "Carry yourself. You got wings!"

Threep hissed sharply in his direction, his pointy teeth showing threateningly. Mal bared his own teeth in reply, but Threep took little notice, his attention shifted to Rayden once more. He opened his eyes wide, his mouth pulling down. He swallowed his pride, "Kitty up?"

Rayden cheered happily, pulling his favorite Kitty back into his arms. "Let's get you some muffins. You need to make sure the baby kitties have lots of food." 

Daenarya watched as the two disappeared into the kitchen.

"You're not going to stop them?" Mal complained. "You said the muffins were for the children."

"Rayden is a child." 

"The mangy bat-cat isn't?" Mal whined. 

"And you are what? because I'm quite certain those are muffin crumbs you spit up as you choked on the news."

"What? No...." Mal quickly changed the subject. "If we don't put our foot down now, he's only going to get worse."

"Let them celebrate. Rayden is going to be over the moon."

"Sure, but then we're stuck with having a litter of Threeps running through the place."

"One step at a time." 

"I guess someone should tell Loola," Mal suggested. "You know since his first thought was securing his own private attendant to carry him around and serve him food."

"Can you blame him? It's not easy carrying another life." Daenarya extended her arms toward him. "I wouldn't mind my own personal attendant to carry me around, fetch me snacks, and maybe offer the occasional massage to help my sore, swollen muscles and joints." 

Mal shook his head despite the smile spreading on his features. He knew better than to protest, even as a joke. He slid his arms around her back and under her knees, lifting her into his arms. "You're lucky, I love you so damn much."

"I can't argue with that." She pressed a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. "Now, take me to get some sustenance." 

He roared with laughter. "I've created a monster."

"At least I don't bite..." She grazed his jaw as he carried her, following the path Rayden and Threep had taken. "...much."

A/N: I'm setting this in my Blades 1 Universe simply because that's the one I've expanded the most and the one I consider my "main" universe. However, Threep will also be the one pregnant in my Blades 2 AU. I've been talking about Threep having a baby for years, and here we finally are.

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Honor Bound 6 - 24

Honor Bound 6 - 24 (Not Used to Freedom) - @badthingshappenbingo

Requested by @who-needs-a-life-anyways

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This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, Honor Bound 5, and the prequel Vera.

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Contents: past captivity, themes of self-harm, past hallucinations, angst, recovery, Gavin being a feral Pomeranian with Isaac desperately holding the leash, frank discussion of murder, past child abuse, complicated feelings about abusers, Isaac "it's not my fault my love language is Acts of Service and all I know how to do is kill" Moore, discussion of dead parents

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For the third time in three days, Gavin woke with no collar around his neck. He woke with a soft mattress beneath him and a thick, warm blanket over him, and the golden late-September sun creeping into the window. The shades were pulled back, so that the sun could come in and so that he could see out, see that he wasn’t in a small windowless basement with stairs up to a single door, a high ceiling, and a gallows against one wall.

Most importantly, he woke next to the warm, strong body of the man who had saved him, and he told himself yet again like a fervent prayer that this wasn’t Schiester’s cruelest hallucination yet.

Gavin rolled closer to Isaac and tucked his head in the hollow of Isaac’s throat. He didn’t know if Isaac was awake, or if it was simple unconscious instinct that had Isaac’s arms drawing around him and holding him close, but he didn’t care. He breathed out a shaky sigh and allowed himself to be held. There was warmth, here, unlike anything he had ever felt in the depths of Schiester’s basement. Even with the blankets he had earned with his desperate, often false confessions, nothing had ever felt even close to this warm. It had only ever been the chill of the air and of Schiester’s gaze, and the fire of the cane, the knife, the beatings. Then the chill, again, of being so completely, utterly alone.

Tears wet the pillow beneath Gavin’s head, and he sniffled. He hadn’t meant to start crying.

A hand cradled his cheek, and he pressed his lips to Isaac’s palm. The tears flowed freely now. His face screwed up and he buried it against Isaac’s chest.

“Gavin?” Isaac’s chest rumbled against Gavin’s ear. Gentle fingers slid through Gavin’s short hair, and he shivered at the soft touch. It had been days of soft touch, of clean clothes, of a warm bed, of hot food… Surely Schiester wouldn’t let him feel this relief for days. The only price had been watching Isaac’s pain as he reeled from his memories of Rosa, watching Isaac as he struggled so, so hard not to punish himself for all the shame that threatened to crush him – and nearly losing his own life again at the hands of another specter with cold blue eyes.

But that was Edrissa, not Schiester. And Sam said they really don’t think she’s going to try again.

“Are you alright?” Isaac rasped, tilting Gavin’s face up so he could get a good look. Isaac’s eyebrows pulled together over dark eyes and darker circles beneath them. The kindness in his eyes, the concern, fully undid him. Gavin’s throat closed around a sob.

“No, look,” Isaac said, his own voice tight. He guided Gavin’s face up, tilted it so he was looking at the room, dimly lit by the sun. “This is real. You’re safe, Gavin, you’re—”

“N-no, I, I know,” Gavin whispered. “I think… I know.” Isaac let out a breath. “I’m just…” Gavin pulled Isaac close again, buried his face in his neck. Tears wet the collar of Isaac’s sleeping shirt. “I was just… so scared. So alone.”

“I know,” Isaac said brokenly.

“I thought was going to die,” Gavin whimpered.

“I kn-know,” came the reply. Isaac’s arms tightened around him.

“I thought… I thought I… I thought I broke you, I thought I made you hate me so much you’d l-leave me there…”

Count yourself lucky.

Ice clutched Gavin’s chest, threatened to drag him away from Isaac’s arms and down, down into the depths of Schiester’s basement again. It was always waiting for him, always there. He simply had to close his eyes and let himself be pulled in.

A hand, gentle as a kiss but strong as iron, slid under Gavin’s jaw and lifted his face until his eyes met Isaac’s again. Isaac’s lips trembled as he said, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry that he… that he ever made you feel that way. That he ever made it possible. But Gavin… no. No. You didn’t break me. And I could…” The hand on Gavin’s jaw began to shake. “I could never… leave you there, Gavin, I’m… sorry it took me so long to—”

“Don’t,” Gavin breathed, and shook his head. “Don’t.” He reached up and twined his fingers through Isaac’s, kissing each scarred knuckle. Gavin’s breaths were shaky and ragged, and Isaac’s matched his.

Gavin forced himself to draw in a slow breath through his nose.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Nothing smelled like Isaac in the basement, but Gavin could smell Isaac all around him now. It calmed him, slowed the stuttering beat of his heart. He scrubbed at the tears with his sleeve and met Isaac’s eyes again.

“I want to go outside again today,” he said with an uncertain smile.

Isaac’s lips curved up. “That sounds nice. Any particular place, or…?”

“Just outside,” Gavin said. “Anywhere. The town again, or…” He trailed off as Isaac’s smile froze. “Or the woods, maybe…”

“We can go into town,” Isaac said thickly. “We can, um…” He swallowed hard. His thumb rubbed along his forearm over his long sleeve, back and forth, and unconscious movement that made Gavin’s own scars itch. “If you want—”

“I don’t want to run into Rosa again,” Gavin said as he gently took Isaac’s wrist in his hand. Isaac went rigid and met Gavin’s eyes with a startled look. “I… that’s the last thing I want.”

Isaac swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut. “If we, um, r-run into her while we’re out, then—”

“I don’t want to run into her again if not allowed to kill her, Isaac,” Gavin said, as calmly as he could muster.

Isaac’s eyes flew open. His pulse raced under Gavin’s fingers. “S-sorry?” he mumbled.

“After what she did to you?” Gavin said, feeling rage coiling inside him like an injured predator. He thought his fury had been beaten out of him, cut out of him.

Not when it comes to my family. Not when it comes to Isaac.

He cleared his throat and took a steadying breath. “After what she… did to you,” he murmured, “I don’t want to see her again unless you’ll let me at her next time.”

“You could barely stand,” Isaac huffed, incredulous.

“I could have done damage,” Gavin said. His stomach roiled with bitter hatred for the woman who had looked at Isaac as he fell apart in front of her, because of what she had done to him, and laughed.

Laughed.

“You don’t know her,” Isaac said, shifting his gaze down. “She made me, um, who I am.”

“Bullshit she did, Isaac,” Gavin snapped. “She taught you how to handle a weapon and take inhuman amounts of punishment, and she cheated because you were already ready to do the second thing. And she couldn’t even beat you in a fair fight, so I think I stand a fair chance at half strength.”

“She can… but I…” Isaac shook his head as if dazed. “You’re not at half strength, Gavin.”

Gavin snorted, his eyes still blazing. “Fine. A quarter. My point still stands, she’s a fucking piss-ant weakling that couldn’t beat you with one arm tied behind your back, so you should have let me at least try while I had my shot at her. I don’t know if I’ll get another chance.”

Isaac’s brow furrowed. “Why do you keep… She’s not weak, she used to beat me every fucking night. She used to beat me into the fucking ground. And—”

“First off, that’s fucking horrifying, so I hope you registered what you just said.” Isaac opened his mouth, but Gavin kept going. “Second, how old were you when that was happening?”

Isaac blinked. “Um… I mean, I was… younger, but… even once I got a little older, she could still take me with the others, she could still—”

“So she could beat you as long as there were multiple other people you were fighting? Along with her?” Gavin’s head was beginning to throb.

“I mean… sometimes it was one-on-one with her, at the end of the night, when—”

“When you were tired?”

Isaac looked at Gavin helplessly. “I mean… yes, when I was tired, but sometimes you have to fight when you’re tired—”

“But I’m guessing she was always fresh when this happened.” Gavin’s jaw ached, too. He forced himself to relax it.

“I… I don’t remember, but… yeah, I guess she was fresh more often than not…?”

Gavin was shaking with rage. “Why didn’t you let me fucking kill this woman?” he breathed. “Who hurt you and used you and made you think, after all of this, that she was somehow stronger than you, so you were too scared to fight back against all of it?”

“I wouldn’t have fought back,” Isaac said as he shook his head. “I would have lost the family if I… if I ever…”

Gavin fell silent. He had no answer, no retort for the words that faded between them. Gavin had never fought back, either. He had never even considered it. He had been so young when his parents first made him afraid that he never remembered there being another option.

And, just like Isaac, he had been saved when his family cast him out when he failed to be what they made him.

“S-sorry,” Gavin rasped, and pressed his lips to Isaac’s scarred knuckles again. “I’m… I’m just… angry. At what she did to you.”

“Yeah,” Isaac said softly. “I’m getting that.”

“You’re not angry?” Gavin’s eyes flicked up to Isaac’s.

“Um…” Isaac wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I am. A little. But mostly there’s just… shame.” He seemed to be trying very, very hard not to press on the newest cuts on his forearms – the ones not left by Gavin, but by Isaac himself. “I mean… are you angry at your parents?”

“Yes,” Gavin answered, without hesitation. Then, “But… mostly for… what they did to you. The family.”

Isaac huffed and pressed a kiss to Gavin’s hair. “Feelings about the people who hurt us doesn’t ever seem to make much sense. I wasn’t angry at my mother for… years. I mean… I didn’t realize I felt anything but guilt for her until this year, and even then it’s… hard.”

“Yeah,” Gavin whispered. He drew in a deep breath and let it out.

“For what it’s worth, while we’re on the topic of parents and killing people,” Isaac said, “I know this might be… kind of a weird thing to say.” He gently cradled Gavin’s face and pressed their foreheads together. “But for what your parents did to you… I’m jealous that Vera got to kill both of them. Doesn’t seem fair.”

Grief, familiar and faded, washed through Gavin’s chest. A bitter laugh tightened in his throat. “That’s fair,” he said. “And definitely the most romantic thing you’ve said all morning.”

“I do what I can,” Isaac said with an equally tense laugh, but the arms around Gavin were careful and warm. Gavin fit into them like Isaac’s arms were home – the only home he’d ever known. All his parents’ homes, his warehouse in the east prairie, the Crayton house, the lake house – they had all been places he’d laid his head, but none of them had ever been home. The only place that he had ever rested, the only place he had ever found peace, was in the arms of the man who held him now – the arms of the man he thought he had broken a second time. Tears burned in his eyes again and he blinked them away. He didn’t want to spend the morning crying and angry. He wanted to spend the morning outside with the sun on his face and his hand twined with Isaac’s.

“I want to get up,” Gavin said softly, and pushed himself upright. “We don’t have to go into town, but… please, Isaac, let’s—”

“No, we can go into town,” Isaac said with a shaky smile. “If Rosa lives here, then… I’ll have to find a way to make peace with that. And if you want to go into town, then… for fuck’s sake, we’re going into town, and no one is going to stop us.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Gavin’s cheek. Gavin turned his head and caught Isaac’s mouth in a kiss that Isaac broke after only a moment.

Gavin’s smile faltered. “To town it is,” he said softly. “And then it would be good to visit with Vera and Tori?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Isaac said. He groaned as he rolled out of bed and stripped off his shirt. “We have some stuff to catch them up on.”

“Yeah,” Gavin said as he averted his eyes from Isaac’s scars. “Yeah, we do.”

Continued here

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Dreamtalia King-Verse Affection Headcanons

(I was thinking about Carrie again, then I got to thinking about how the boys never really get to express their affections or bond with characters because PLOT-HORROR stuff so I'm just gonna write 'em down! What's listed could be interpeted as romantic or platonic (unless stated otherwise).)

Carrie!World-Nicholas Major (V)

This boy's main love language is acts of service.

You have dishes to do when you get home- done! Forgot to throw the laundry to wash- BAM Nick's taking them out the dryer when you go to the basket. You really need to vacuum/sweep/mop but your back hurts? Nick's re-enacting every Ghibli cleaning montage ever!

Smaller acts of affection include referring to you in conversation as : "my love" (if you're dating), "dove", or "my (Y/N)". Yes, it's possessive. He likes letting others know that you choose to associate with him.

Naps with you, he thinks it's safer that way.

If he ever makes you an outfit- it's over bro- you're not leaving him. Something like that is sign of trust and devotion.

IT!Reve-Fauchereve the Dancing Clown (XVIII)

This eldritch horror is TOUCH-STARVED.

With drinking buddies (C!Vanya) he sticks to the arm around the shoulder or the occasional noogie.

If he considers you a part of his brood(children), expect a lotta forehead kisses and being cradled like a damn infant.

If you're a lover, hohoho- he's hanging off of your arm like a trophy wife (because he's the best wife you're ever gonna have ;3 ), kisses you in public (bystanders better be grateful he saves frenching for the bedroom). BIG TIME cuddler, it don't matter if it's BOILING he is GLOMPING you. Likes hugging you from behind and throwing his arms around your neck; nuzzling abound!

Likes singing to you when you're stressed, it has a calming affect (see: eldritch audible sedative-)

If he desires your presence while occupied with an activity (eg. washing dishes, completing schoolwork so long as you're still) he will cling to your leg or lay his head on one of your thighs. Bonus points if you're doing some form of art (drawing, needlepoint, knitting), he will watch attentively and quietly, he enjoys watching the creative process.

Watches you sleep! :D Since he doesn't sleep sans hibernation, he'll protect you from the Other HorrorsTM.

Calls you by nicknames or petnames, some French some old-fashioned.

Speaks to you in Arcane in vulnerable moments (The Funny Kyo Language)

C!Vanya- The Ram (XV)

Sugar daddy.

Not that he has money. But that jacket you saw in the store window that looked real nice in passing thought- yours. That expensive jewelry you saw in Dior's boutique that you couldn't afford- it's yours now...what do mean the 'where's the receipt?' Don't worry about it!

If Vanya can't steal it acquire it, bet your sweet ass that he fashioned you something better, in his colors.

Let him style your hair, please, it's a wonderful de-stressor and he loves making you feel more beautiful whenever he can.

He is #1 hype man on GOD.

Enjoys hearing about your day, vent to him and he'll see what he can help you with.

Likes taking you stargazing.

A big sign of trust from him is singing in front of you. ('I can't sing-' Mikhail: 'BULLSHEET')

What signals true attachment from Vanya is if he gives you a theme song. (e.g plays a song from his radio when you meet up.)

Nick-naming after a bird- no- this isn't up for debate.

All the boys are mad possessive, so they all get to christen you with a nickname-

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FOR WANT OF A NAIL

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Part Fourty-Six

Summary:  Baldwin Montclair had a string of ex girlfriends, a single child, and a  lifetime longer than most people could dream of to make all kinds of  mistakes. His family knew one which kept coming out of the woodwork to  irritate him every other century

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The house had been a whirlwind of activity since Martin had first brought Yvette home. Estienne had spent of his time cooing over the baby and worrying about the list of things that she would need. Josselin had rolled her eyes and gone down into the town, muttering something about over-emotional men.

Sister Rosaline hadn't been able to abandon her duties to join the household as Yvette's wet nurse, but she'd passed on the details of a second woman, Loyse, who had accepted the position. She was off somewhere now, setting up her things and sorting out the belongings of her own son, Jaquob.

Martin smiled. The boy had been hovering over Yvette all day, even letting her sleep on his lap while he held her hand.

Her first friend.

Yvette was awake now, eyes roving over her room. It was, temporarily, in the guest quarters while extensions to his tower were completed. There was a wooden cradle in the middle of the room - oak, covered in tangled vines and small birds - and a basket in the corner for dirty swaddling, but for the moment the room was bare of decoration.

'Do not worry,' Martin said softly, 'We shall have some tapestries cleaned and brought up for you.'

Yvette looked up at him, eyes rolling up immediately to stare at the ceiling then over at the window. Martin brought her over and held her up to the glass.

________________________________________________________________

'For the baby,' Miriam smiled, passing Martin a small wooden box.

Martin had given Yvette a proper Gaul baptism during their ride home. Now he had to pay for a Roman Catholic service to make everything legal and above board.

Matthew leaned over Martin's shoulder as he unboxed a silver spoon. The spoon was carefully engraved with YB, the letters entwined by tiny curlicues. 'That is beautiful!'

Martin leaned in and hugged Miriam. 'Thank you.'

'Of course! Anything for my favourite god-daughter.'

The guests parted behind her as Baldwin stepped through.

'Speaking of favourite god-daughters' Miriam murmured.

Yvette was gazing, enraptured, up at Baldwin as he carried her around. They had taken to each other immediately; Baldwin scooped her up and called her pignora, and Yvette shrieked with laughter for the first time ever and buried a tiny hand in his hair.

She was still playing with it now, winding copper strands through her fingers and watching the light play across them. Baldwin had a pinched expression on his face; as they drew closer Martin could smell why.

'All yours' Yvette cried out as Baldwin passed her to Martin, her big blue eyes filling with tears. Baldwin looked as though he'd been stabbed.

'Let us get you changed and Uncle Baldwin can carry you again' Martin kissed Yvette on the forehead as she started to sob, and went off to look for Loyse.

****

'What has happened?' Baldwin asked, as Matthew and Miriam blurted out 'Are you alright?'

'I asked Loyse to show me how to dress Yvette in case I ever need to in future.' Martin passed Yvette to Baldwin; he looked pale and green at the throat.

'And?' asked Baldwin, pointedly ignoring Miriam's unsublte shakes of the head.

Martin shuddered and turned even paler.

****

Later that evening, after the celebratory feast had died down and the guests had gone to bed, and Yvette had finally been peeled off Baldwin and put to sleep in the new nursery, Martin lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

Seeing his best friend holding his daughter, it was like - rītije - Martin swallowed the lump in his throat.

A future so tantalisingly close he could picture it as easily as breathing lay just in front of him on the other side of impossible and it was killing him.

Before, when it was just the two of them, - and isn't that a knife twist into his guts- he could pretend that it was fine, that meaningless hugs and stolen glances were enough to close the chasm in his chest.

Now though...

Now...

Now.

'He loves her too..' Martin rolled over, clenching fists into his pillow as he started to sob.

Author's Notes

From my research into medieval childrearing, it appears that nappies weren't used during the period. Instead, the child's swaddling acted as a kind of onesie plus, both clothing and diaper.

"...The most idiomatic and Roman of endearments is pignus. A pignus is whatever one gives as bond or security for a debt, or to assure appearance in court, good conduct, etc. By extension, a person who is a pignus can serve as a “collateral” or “hostage”—for example, in diplomacy between two states. When applied to children, as it sometimes is in epitaphs, in poetry and other emotive contexts, pignora casts them as “sureties” or “pledges” of the love of the parents, assuring the reality of their marriage. But in such contexts it has no legalistic flavor. Often the best translation is simply “dear ones” rather than something more literal, like “little guarantees.”" - Dickinson College Commentaries

Silver spoons: "In many religions, the christening of a baby is an extremely important occasion and one marked with a good deal of ceremony and hope for the future. It’s the moment shortly after birth where a child is named before their God and welcomed into the church as a newborn.

Many faiths have their own form of christening and celebration, but all these occasions tend to involve buying a gift for the new child. In many cases, this is a silver artefact or nicknack such as a spoon, box or bookmark.

There is a rich history for gifting silver christening spoons and it stretches back to Medieval times, perhaps even before then. The original reason for this was not because silver was a valuable metal but because it could help ward off evil and protect the child. The spoon later became a way to wish a child health and prosperity for the future and was highly symbolic.

As silver became a more valuable commodity, its gifting was more generally seen as a matter of prestige. It said something about your status in life and who you were. This is where the phrase ‘born with a silver spoon in their mouth’ came from, with all its negative connotations.

Today, giving a silver christening spoon remains part of the tradition and is usually given by a close family member such as a godfather or mother, brother or sister. The spoon can vary in design from the very ornate to a simple motif but it is normally engraved with the initials of the recipient child." - Edinburgh Silver

rītije/o - copulate (I'm using this as a stand-in for 'fuck' because the Proto-Celtic word list, which sadly is no longer available online, didn't have 'fuck' on the list).

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Like most things in Eddie's life it starts out as a non-issue that trips over itself and takes a spiralling freefall. He's seen Buck with kids. Babies. Hell; he's basically already raised/is raising one with him as it stands.

And yet.

The station lighting casts Buck in a soft, hazy, golden glow. Its a Q-word day, bordering on a D-word day. There's a baby cradled in his arm, half on his hip, rocked gently as Buck wander-dances around the loft space.

He's humming. Low, soft, happy. A tune that's half-familiar but out of reach. The world is already moving in slow motion for Eddie but then Hen says; look who was born to be Mama.

And.

It creates a monster. A slavering, starving beast that can't have Buck in its line of sight without thinking about babies on hips and swollen bellies and that euphoria of looking at someone and knowing a piece of you was inside them.

It opens its drooling maw when they're fucking. When Buck is a searing divinity around him and Eddie's dying a little death and he can't help but press closer. Deeper. Stays as long as Buck will let him with a single-minded focus, like a wild animal.

Fill. Stay. Keep inside. Breed. Keep full.

Buck and Christopher break out the paints one weekend and some inevitably gets on Christopher's face and while Buck fusses to clean it, Christopher merely rolls his eyes and with all the vapid sarcasm only a blossoming teen can manage says; stop fussing, Mom.

And Eddie. Dios, God help him, Eddie has to drag Buck into the bedroom, folds him over the window ledge and presses a palm flat over his stomach and they've only got the time for Eddie to slide between his thighs, but if he closes his eyes he can imagine it so clearly.

The velveteen hold of his body, the thick flood of seed, the tiny little tautness under his navel indicating he's full and bred and swollen inside with Eddie. Eddie's baby. Their baby.

He feels like a caveman. Like those outdated religious men with their ever-pregnant housewives and their fourteen children, chortling about God's way and a woman's place, but no amount of Sunday services and appallingly open discussions with Frank rid him of this creature.

Winter comes and Buck gets that soft, downy layer of well-fed fat on him that he tends to get between November and January and Eddie's so enthralled its possibly becoming a health hazard. There's barely a moment Buck isn't full of him or dripping with him. Licked clean only to start over after Chimney pokes the slight swell aftermath of three plates of mac'n'cheese and says; so who's the baby daddy?

Like it'd be anyone but Eddie, Hen quips, and he lasts half an hour before he drags Buck into the bathroom. Neither really have it in them for another round proper but Buck's open and wet and soft and pliant and only moans when Eddie reaches behind him, plays with him, dips and trails his fingers through the mess he left behind like an artist. Presses it back in, over and over, imagining each touch will make it take.

Life gets in the way, then. Early summer rolls around and brings with it the idiots who can't balance alcohol and open flames and the eager husbands who didn't bother to read the instructions on their new garden playthings, and its borderline a month before they have both the time and energy to do more than collapse into bed like pensioners and dream of a world where home barbeques are outlawed.

Christopher is at a friend's house. The lube is newly restocked. They have two whole days. The beast is rising drowsily from its slumber, hungered.

Buck's in his lap the moment they wake, naked, soft, warm, lashes fluttering. Mm, you got something for me, Diaz? he murmurs, rolls his hips, vixen smirk and siren song. Been so long. All saved up, just for me.

Then he leans in, mouth curved, mid-day sunshine turning his eyes into cut crystals.

Bet it knocks me up on the first try, he hums, pauses, gives Eddie's brain enough time to recover from the hard reset it just underwent. Shrugs easily as he reaches over Eddie's head to pluck something off the pillow with a wicked smirk. Something deep pink and round and glass, flat one end and pointed on the other.

And if it doesn't, well. We've got all weekend to keep trying.

❤️

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A Man's Job

[this is an original short story i wrote for a class, please enjoy!]

Nick rubs at the scruff on his face as he reads over the letter he’s been anxiously waiting for these past two weeks.

            Nicholas Fender,

We at the Missouri Department of Social Services recognize your request for supplemental income for nutritional assistance. At this time, we are unable to accept your application, due to—

He crumples the letter and shoves it in his pocket, swallowing back his disappointed sighs and the frustration that bubbles up in his chest. Bethie didn’t need to hear it; she didn’t need any reason to stress.

“Nick? You down here?”

Nick wipes the grease from his calloused hands on his work trousers; Bethie hated when he tracked his dirt and grime from the auto shop around her perfectly spotless house. He straightens the collar of his polo uniform shirt, walking over to see Sweet Bethie waddling down the stairs, her soft and dainty hands cupping her swollen belly. He instinctively holds his hands out to help her, but she waves off his efforts at chivalry and continues to slowly sidestep her way down to him. She walks right past him once she’s made it down the stairs, ignoring his outstretched arms and heading straight for the kitchen.

“Did you get the tea I asked for?”

Nick scolds himself mentally for his forgetfulness, pushing aside the lingering doubt that he wouldn’t have enough cash to buy the tea anyway, had he remembered.

“No, baby. ‘M sorry. Store was out again.”

Bethie turns to look at him with her delicate features twisted into an irritated scowl. He couldn’t blame her; it was the same excuse he’d given for the last three weeks now. Her eyes were still the same wideset blue-green ovals he’d loved since he was fourteen, but they held none of the warmth from back in those days. Sixteen-year-old Bethie, the girl who lived in the apartment down the street, the girl who rode her bike too fast down busy roads, the girl who spent ages in the sun during the Missouri heatwaves, her porcelain skin dotted with peach-colored freckles that never seemed to get tan before it would burn. Sweet Bethie always put her long red curls in a ponytail; she didn’t like the way they’d get frizzy in the humidity. The woman who stood in front of him now held only glimpses of the girl he loved back then. Her pale skin was still freckled, her red curls were still frizzy, but her eyes were duller now. She looked exhausted, cradling her belly like it held a curse, rather than a blessing.

Nick glanced away from her piercing gaze, staring at his dirty work boots he’d forgotten to remove at the door. He could feel it coming, the yelling, the bitterness, the frustration, the disappointment. He knew exactly what she’d say, exactly what she always said:

I ask so little of you, Nick!

I’m stuck here, day after day, can’t you at least give me the satisfaction of clean floors and hot tea?

I wish I’d married Peter Breckage instead. He’s a realtor now, you know that? Well off, too. At least he’d be able to get me the tea I like.

That last one she’d never really said before, not aloud. But Nick knew she thought it, every time they’d drive past his big fancy sign over his big fancy office, shiny glass windows and shiny marble floors. All Peter Breckage was missing was a throne.

It was as though Bethie could hear his thoughts at this moment, her expression shifting to one indiscernible to Nick. He was in the center of a twister, the wind spiraling around him and Bethie, destroying her perfect and beautiful home he couldn’t afford. Her voice was low and stern, as though she was scolding him while holding their unborn child in her hands, yet another perfect and beautiful financial burden Nick couldn’t carry.

“Peter’s secretary called again today. She said he wants an answer by Friday. I don’t understand why you can’t just—”

“I won’t work for that ignorant, pompous, self-righteous bastard.”

“How could you say that, Nick? He’s only trying to help. He knows that business at the shop’s been down, he only wants to—”

Those words felt like knives. Nick felt his anger bubbling up in his chest, he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he attempted to restrain himself from lashing out. His father was an angry man, his father’s father was even angrier. Generations of wives to the Fender men had been miserable and beaten down, sometimes literally, and Nick wanted—needed—to be better. He stared back at his dirty work boots, feeling his rage simmering down and turning to something deeper, something he didn’t want Bethie to see.

He muttered an excuse towards his wife, ignored the way she sniffled in response and quietly pleaded he’d stay. He retreated from her sanctuary of cleanliness, driving his beat-up old truck to the same liquor store he snuck beers from when he was too young to buy them properly. He scoffed as he passed Peter Breckage’s shiny palace of glass and marble, the beers in his passenger seat clattering together as he drove down the dirt path to the lakefront. He parked and made his way to the willow tree next to the water, his heavy work boots barely making a sound in the soft dirt and overgrown grass.

Back against the trunk, bark scraping against his polo, beers resting unopened by his foot, it was now that he let himself breathe. No one was here to listen as he sniffed and sobbed quietly, the guilt and the doubt squeezing his chest as hot tears fell down his cheeks, streaking the dirt and the oil that seemed to never go away. It was here, sitting under this willow tree, listening to the croaking bullfrogs and swish of the wind in the cattails, that Nick let his cracked armor fall away.

It must’ve been hours before he sighed and stood from the ground, picking up the unopened six-pack and dusting off his work trousers. He turns and is met with the headlights of a taxi, the passenger door opening, and Sweet Bethie doing her best to rush to him from the car, clutching her belly with one hand as she waves off the driver. Her wideset blue-green eyes are filled with concern and urgency, her tear-stained cheeks are flushed as she carefully holds his face in her hands, turning his head slightly as she looks him over, asking a multitude of questions about how much he drank, if he was harmed, what the hell was he thinking. Nick’s mind was silent for the first time in ages, he had no answer good enough. He stares at her for a moment before his gaze lowers to her belly, his hands shaking slightly as he carefully runs them over her bump. Tears are spilling down his cheeks again, unable to be held back any longer as he whispers countless apologies to Sweet Bethie and his unborn child. Bethie furrows her brows in confusion, urging Nick to explain.

“I’ve failed to care for you. It’s a man’s job to provide for his wife, for his children, and I’ve failed. I’ve failed as a man, as a husband, as a father.”

Bethie doesn’t respond with words, for there are no words in the English language that could heal generations of unspoken insecurity and guilt, no words that could remove the burden of responsibility Nick had carried alone for so long. Bethie only smiles and wraps her arms around him, holding him close to her, running her fingers through his hair as she kisses him. It was a simple action, but it was enough. For the first time in far too long, Sweet Bethie was the girl he met when she was sixteen, and Nick was the fourteen-year-old boy who loved her.

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With so many industrial window cleaners out there, it's sometimes not apparent if you're paying an excessive amount. We use trusted outsourced companions to offer prime quality window cleaning companies. Each contract is particular person and we’ll be sure that it matches the phrases of different agreements we now have together. If you may have determined to rent skilled window cleaners to wash the home windows in your premises, there are some components you need to think about in the course of the vetting course of. This course of is pretty much like the method of choosing the proper business workplace cleaning company which we now have a comprehensive article about - high rise window cleaning services Melbourne.

Keeping up the quality of your view is important, especially if investors, business partners, or other cohorts are around. If an investor is used to pristine windows and a crystal-clear view, they will likely notice your smudges, dirt, or other obstructions on-sight. We provide personnel to clean your windows on an as-needed basis, as often as you’d like. Your windows will color the way you see the rest of the world around the building. Considering the average worker spends ten hours per day or more inside, that’s a huge deal. We get it done properly the first time.

High-rise and Low-rise window cleaning have been historically treacherous tasks. We’ve equipped our teams with the best gear and tools available and we ensure every employee keeps their training fresh. Because no risk is acceptable if steps can be taken to mitigate it. And you deserve to see a sparkling city every day. For more information, please visit our site https://mcphersonwindowcleaning.com.au/

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Elevate Safety: The Crucial Role of Height Safety Services in Elevated Work Environments

Safety is paramount in any work environment, but the importance of maintaining safe conditions is amplified when it comes to elevated work settings. Whether it's construction projects, high rise window cleaning, or maintenance work on tall structures, ensuring the safety of workers in these environments is non-negotiable.

This blog will delve into the significance of height safety services in Sydney and their role in safeguarding individuals in elevated work settings.

Specifically, we'll explore the understanding of height safety services, the associated risks and hazards, the benefits of professional services, the focus on high rise window cleaning, regulations and standards, and choosing the right height safety service provider.

Understanding Height Safety Services

Height safety services encompass a range of measures and protocols designed to prevent accidents and injuries in elevated work environments. These services involve specialised equipment, such as harnesses, lanyards, and anchor points, along with safety systems like guardrails and fall arrest devices. These services aim to mitigate the risks associated with working at heights and ensure the well-being of individuals involved in such tasks.

Proper training and certification for workers in elevated work environments are critical components of height safety services Sydney, as they equip individuals with the knowledge and skills necessary to navigate these settings safely.

Risks and Hazards in Elevated Work Environments

Working at heights presents various risks, including falls, equipment malfunctions, and environmental factors such as strong winds and slippery surfaces. The potential consequences of accidents or falls in elevated work settings can be severe, ranging from injuries to fatalities. Statistics on workplace incidents related to inadequate height safety measures underscore the urgency of addressing these hazards effectively. Recognising these risks and taking proactive measures to mitigate them through comprehensive height safety services is imperative.

Benefits of Professional Height Safety Services

Professional height safety services are pivotal in accident prevention and risk mitigation. By engaging experienced and knowledgeable professionals, businesses and project managers can ensure proper safety protocols are in place, reducing the likelihood of workplace incidents. Moreover, professional services contribute to compliance with safety regulations and standards, providing peace of mind for all stakeholders involved. Case studies and success stories serve as compelling evidence of the positive impact that professional height safety services have on creating a secure working environment at heights.

Focus on High Rise Window Cleaning

High rise window cleaning presents unique challenges and risks, necessitating specialised equipment and techniques to ensure the safety of workers. The use of rope access systems, powered platforms, and cradles is expected in this context, highlighting the need for expert height safety services. Partnering with reputable height safety service providers is crucial for high rise window cleaning Sydney projects, as their expertise and commitment to safety are instrumental in executing these tasks securely and efficiently.

Regulations and Standards for Height Safety

Various regulations, codes, and standards govern height safety services, outlining the requirements and best practices for ensuring a safe work environment at heights. Staying updated with these industry guidelines is essential for businesses and individuals involved in elevated work settings, as it reflects a commitment to prioritising safety and adhering to legal and ethical obligations.

Choosing the Right Height Safety Service Provider

Several factors merit consideration when selecting a height safety service provider. Expertise, experience, and a strong commitment to safety should be at the forefront of the decision-making process. Asking pertinent questions about the provider's track record, approach to safety, and comprehensiveness of services can offer valuable insights into their suitability for a particular project.

Conclusion

In conclusion, the significance of prioritising safety in elevated work settings cannot be overstated. Height safety services are indispensable in mitigating risks, preventing accidents, and ensuring the well-being of individuals working at heights. Whether it's high rise window cleaning or construction projects, the value that professional height safety services Sydney bring to creating a secure working environment is undeniable. By embracing these services and partnering with reputable providers, businesses and project managers can uphold the highest safety standards, fostering a culture of security and responsibility in elevated work environments.

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Maintaining Excellence: The Comprehensive Guide to Building Cleaning Services in Abu Dhabi

Abu Dhabi, the capital city of the United Arab Emirates, stands as a testament to modernity and architectural splendor. The towering structures that adorn its skyline are not just marvels of engineering but also symbols of progress. However, maintaining these architectural masterpieces requires meticulous care and attention, especially in a region where the climate can be challenging. This is where building cleaning services in Abu Dhabi play a pivotal role in ensuring that the city continues to shine.

 The Crucial Role of Building Cleaning Services

Abu Dhabi's skyline is characterized by skyscrapers, gleaming glass facades, and avant-garde structures. However, the harsh desert climate, with its frequent sandstorms and high temperatures, can take a toll on these buildings. Dust, grime, and pollutants settle on surfaces, diminishing the visual appeal of these architectural wonders. This is where professional building cleaning services step in.

Building cleaning services Abu Dhabi, are not just about aesthetic enhancements. Regular cleaning and maintenance contribute to the longevity of structures. Professional cleaners utilize state-of-the-art equipment and environmentally friendly cleaning agents to ensure that buildings remain pristine without causing harm to the environment or the occupants.

 Understanding the Building Cleaning Process

Maintaining excellence in building cleaning involves a comprehensive approach that covers both the interior and exterior of structures. Here's a breakdown of the key aspects involved:

 1. Exterior Cleaning:

   - Facade Cleaning: High-rise buildings require specialized techniques for cleaning their exteriors. Rope access and cradle systems are commonly used to reach every corner and surface of the facade.

   - Window Cleaning: Crystal-clear windows are essential for an unobstructed view of Abu Dhabi's breathtaking skyline. Professional cleaners employ high-reach systems and tools to ensure windows are spotless.

   - Pressure Washing: The sandstorms prevalent in Abu Dhabi can leave exterior surfaces covered in a layer of dust. Pressure washing is an effective method to remove stubborn dirt and restore the building's original shine.

 2. Interior Cleaning:

   - Floor and Surface Cleaning: Marble and granite are popular flooring choices in Abu Dhabi's buildings. Professional cleaners use specialized techniques and cleaning agents to maintain the pristine condition of these surfaces.

   - Carpet Cleaning: Carpets in commercial spaces can accumulate dust and allergens. Thorough cleaning using steam or dry methods ensures a healthy indoor environment.

   - HVAC System Cleaning: The desert climate can strain air conditioning systems. Regular cleaning and maintenance of HVAC systems are crucial for maintaining indoor air quality and energy efficiency.

 Pest Control Services in UAE: A Necessary Companion

While building cleaning services focus on maintaining the physical aesthetics and cleanliness of structures, pest control services in UAE are equally essential. Abu Dhabi's warm climate provides an ideal breeding ground for various pests, including ants, cockroaches, and rodents. Ignoring pest control can lead to not only structural damage but also health hazards for occupants.

 1. Ant Pest Control:

   - Identification: Ants are common pests in the UAE, attracted to food sources. Professional pest control companies employ advanced techniques to identify the ant species and determine the most effective treatment.

   - Baiting and Treatment: Targeted baiting and insecticide treatments are used to eliminate ant colonies. This ensures a long-term solution to the ant infestation problem.

 2. Cockroach Control:

   - Inspection: Cockroaches thrive in warm and humid environments. Pest control experts conduct thorough inspections to identify hiding spots and breeding grounds.

   - Chemical Treatments: Effective insecticides are applied to eradicate cockroaches. In some cases, baiting systems may also be employed to eliminate colonies.

 3. Rodent Control:

   - Exclusion and Trapping: Rodents can pose serious threats to buildings. Pest control services employ exclusion methods to seal entry points and strategically place traps to capture and remove rodents.

   - Sanitation Measures: Pest control experts also provide recommendations for maintaining a clean environment to deter rodents from returning.

 Finding Pest Control Near You

In the modern era of technology, finding pest control services has never been easier. A simple online search using keywords like "pest control near me" can yield a list of reputable companies in Abu Dhabi. However, it's crucial to choose a company with a proven track record and certified technicians.

 Key Considerations When Hiring Pest Control Services:

   - Experience: Look for companies with a substantial track record in pest control services in the UAE. Experienced technicians are more likely to provide effective solutions.

   - Certifications: Ensure that the pest control company is licensed and certified by relevant authorities. This ensures compliance with industry standards and regulations.

   - Customer Reviews: Reading reviews from previous clients provides insights into the effectiveness and reliability of a pest control service.

   - Customized Solutions: The best pest control services tailor their solutions to the specific needs of the client and the nature of the pest infestation.

 Building Maintenance: A Holistic Approach

Maintaining excellence in building cleanliness and pest control goes beyond periodic cleaning and treatment. It requires a proactive and holistic approach to building maintenance. Regular inspections, preventive measures, and strategic planning are essential components of this approach.

 Benefits of a Holistic Building Maintenance Approach:

   - Cost Savings: Proactive maintenance helps identify and address issues before they escalate, potentially saving significant repair costs.

   - Enhanced Property Value: Well-maintained buildings retain their value and appeal, contributing to a positive perception among residents, tenants, and investors.

   - Health and Safety: Regular cleaning and pest control contribute to a healthy and safe indoor environment for occupants.

   - Sustainability: Environmentally conscious cleaning practices and integrated pest management contribute to sustainable building maintenance.

 Conclusion

In the dynamic landscape of Abu Dhabi, where architectural brilliance meets the challenges of the desert environment, maintaining excellence in building cleanliness and pest control is non-negotiable. The comprehensive guide presented here underscores the importance of professional building cleaning services and  pest control near me measures in preserving the beauty and integrity of the city's structures. As Abu Dhabi continues to evolve, a commitment to holistic building maintenance ensures that the city's skyline remains a beacon of modernity and sustainability.

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How Cleaning Companies Operate in Qatar

Cleaning companies in Qatar provide a range of cleaning services to individuals, businesses, and institutions. The services they offer are aimed at maintaining cleanliness, hygiene, and a pleasant environment. Here are some of the common services provided by cleaning companies in Qatar:

Residential Cleaning: These companies offer cleaning services for homes, apartments, and villas. They typically include tasks like dusting, vacuuming, mopping, kitchen and bathroom cleaning, and changing bed linens.

Commercial Cleaning: Cleaning companies in Qatar cater to businesses, offices, and commercial spaces. They provide services such as daily or periodic cleaning, floor maintenance, restroom sanitation, and window cleaning.

Industrial Cleaning: This involves cleaning factories, warehouses, and industrial facilities. It often requires specialized equipment and expertise to handle heavy machinery, high ceilings, and unique challenges specific to industrial settings.

Carpet and Upholstery Cleaning: Cleaning companies offer deep cleaning services for carpets, rugs, and upholstery. This may include steam cleaning, stain removal, and fabric protection.

Window Cleaning: Window cleaning services include cleaning exterior and interior windows of residential and commercial buildings. This can be particularly important for maintaining the appearance of high-rise buildings.

Deep Cleaning: Some companies offer deep cleaning services, which involve a more thorough and detailed cleaning of a space. This may be suitable for post-construction cleaning, moving in/out cleaning, or preparing a space for a special event.

Specialized Cleaning: Cleaning companies may offer specialized services, such as cleaning for medical facilities, schools, gyms, or other specialized environments. These services often require specific knowledge of industry standards and regulations.

Janitorial Services: Janitorial services are typically contracted for ongoing cleaning and maintenance of commercial and office spaces. This may include daily or nightly cleaning, restroom restocking, and waste management.

External and Facade Cleaning: Cleaning companies also offer services for the exterior of buildings, including high-rise and skyscrapers. They use equipment like cradles, lifts, or rope access techniques to clean building facades.

Post-Construction Cleaning: After construction or renovation projects, cleaning companies can perform a thorough cleanup to remove dust, debris, and construction-related mess.

Special Event Cleaning: For events like conferences, exhibitions, or weddings, cleaning companies can ensure that venues are clean and well-maintained before, during, and after the event.

Hazardous Waste Cleaning: Some cleaning companies are equipped to handle hazardous materials, such as biohazard cleanup or chemical spills, following strict safety protocols.

Cleaning companies in Qatar may offer a combination of these services and tailor their offerings to meet the specific needs of their clients. The services provided can range from one-time deep cleaning to ongoing maintenance contracts, depending on the requirements of the clients and the type of property or facility being serviced.

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There was a powerful knot of emotion nestled in Akiyama's throat - he hadn't expected the intensity of it all when he had concocted that plan, but really seeing Okamura for the first time after weeks underground, hiding from friends and foes alike that really done a number on him. She looked even more perfect - as if her beauty surpassed the one of the crumpled picture he kept on his person at all times, even when sharing the company of those also living without a roof over their heads. Perhaps absence did make the heart grow fonder, or Akiyama was just really misjudging the effects of his self-imposed exile - at any rate, he was content to watch her for a minute. Of course, Okamura was looking for her charming fling inside the hotel bedroom - not outside, hanging from a window cleaning cradle. It hadn't been done as a mean thing to spook the heiress, just to ensure the safety - but there had been something really soothing and moving to see how she roamed the possible hiding spots of the suite after him. Had the blonde missed him as much as he did, then? Were they on that figurative same page? By the time the woman finally realized there was someone hanging on the outer part of the building and that the curtains needed to be closed, she realized just who it was - and Akiyama moved to open the window, carefully getting inside the room at long last and then closing it after his entrance. The loan shark just smiled warmly at her, left hand moving to remove the cap of his uniform and let his (slightly overgrown) hair free, looking a bit more of himself despite the rest of his service clothes. "I'm sorry for that, Azumi-chan. I just can't let anyone catch you around me, for your safety," he mentioned casually, inhaling softly before placing a hand against her right cheek and trailing her with the reverence one would address a deity, or afraid that the object of their affections could dissolve in thin air, "I swear you look even more beautiful now than I remember."

❛ ❤ ⋯      

The heiress opened the door to the room carefully. She glanced at the number on the door once more before daring to close it. This was the right place, she was sure  ―  and the correct time, as her phone confirmed. Okamura shouldered off her purse and laid her accessories on the bed gingerly, suddenly afraid to disturb anything. For a woman who was normally so confident, she seemed unusually nervous.

It was difficult to ignore the ball of pesky feelings wound up in her middle. She had missed Akiyama more than she expected  .    .    .  more than the label of favorite toy would warrant, really. Understanding that these past few months meant confronting emotions the heiress normally tried to avoid ; luckily, she hadn’t been alone while she struggled through this internal work. A close friend of hers ( far wiser in love than Okamura could ever hope to be ) was kind enough to hold her metaphorical hand through several alcohol - prompted, late - night outbursts that betrayed just how deeply the blonde felt for the absent moneylender.

How worried she was for his safety. How desperately she wanted to touch him. How often she walked past Sky Finance with the hope that the lights would be on, even though the office was in an undesirable part of town she would otherwise avoid.

Okamura took a deep breath and folded her arms around her torso. She remained oblivious to the figure servicing the windows ; having spent most of her life with nannies and workers flitting about the communal spaces of her various homes, it was easy for her to mentally block these individuals out. 

The heiress was certain that Akiyama wouldn’t stand her up. Rather than believe that he was laying injured somewhere ( which would have broke her already fragile nerves ), Okamura started to investigate the room itself. She nudged open the closet to peer inside, briefly stepped into the bathroom, and walked slowly around the perimeter of the bed. Her short silk dress ( a lovely pink color, of course ) and thin gold heels prevented her from kneeling to inspect under it. Bright nails tapped her sleeves thoughtfully. Okamura’s delicate gold journey, all hung with strawberry charms to bring her mind some peace, glittered in the light from the window.

Her bracelets sparkling from a stray patch of sunlight finally reminded Okamura that there was someone outside of the room. Perhaps  .    .     .  that was preventing Akiyama from entering. Blonde waves slid elegantly around Okamura’s shoulders as she turned. A hand grasped the edge of the curtain, and the heiress began to walk with it.

She was only a step or so in before her emerald eyes shifted up  ―  AND MET HIS. Okamura froze in place, jewel - colored stare widening as the realization came over her. A hand, trembling faintly, rose to cover her mouth in shock.

Okamura watched Akiyama climb inside without a word. The tangled mess of sentiments in her threatened to spill out of her throat at the mere sight of him. It wasn’t until the ( currently ex ) moneylender touched her cheek that Okamura appeared able to move again. She drew an unsteady breath, cleared her throat, and came closer. The heiress brought her fingers to his waist, testing momentarily if this was all real or another stray dream.

“You shouldn’t  .    .    .  scare a lady like that, ichigo,” Okamura murmured, fully aware that her words lacked their customary bite. 

Pleased that Akiyama indeed seemed solid, the heiress took the initiative to kiss him. Her hands grasped at his uniform, pulling him toward her, as her figure sank against his front. In the same way she had fit into him countless times prior, though all of those instances paled in comparison to this. Okamura embraced Akiyama with almost wild fervor, and in that gesture she poured her unspoken ‘ I MISSED YOU. ’ 

When her lungs finally burned due to a lack of air, Okamura released him ; however, her digits remained firmly twisted in his clothing. She was afraid that he may escape her if she let him go now. The heiress snuggled under Akiyama’s chin, breathing heavily, and reveled in the feeling of his stubble scratching her smooth skin. His warmth. The glimpse of gold around his neck. How his arms enveloped her in the same way they used to. 

Falling asleep in stolen maroon blazers that no longer carried his scent would be impossible after this reminder of what being held by the man himself was like.

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Use of Cradle Machines

Efficient Building Upkeep with the Use of Cradle Machines and Suspended Access Cradles

  Building maintenance can be a challenging task, especially when it comes to cleaning and maintaining the exterior of tall buildings. One of the most effective ways to ensure the safety of workers during maintenance tasks is by using a cradle machine and suspended access cradles. These platforms provide a stable and secure working surface that can be easily raised and lowered as needed.

Cradle machines and suspended access cradles, also known as suspended building platforms, are a cost-effective and efficient solution for building maintenance tasks. These platforms are suspended from the top of a building by ropes or cables, and are equipped with a platform or basket for the workers to stand on. Cradles can easily access difficult-to-reach areas of a building, including windows and façades, ensuring that the entire exterior of a building can be cleaned and maintained.

Cradle machines and suspended access cradles have several advantages over traditional methods of building maintenance:

• Safety: Cradles are equipped with safety features such as guardrails and fall arrest systems, which provide a secure working environment for workers.

• Efficiency: Cradles are faster and more efficient than traditional methods of building maintenance, such as scaffolding or cherry pickers. This means that buildings can be cleaned and maintained more quickly and at a lower cost.

• Flexibility: Cradles can be used for a variety of tasks, such as window cleaning, façade maintenance, and even painting.

• Customization: The cradle machine and suspended access cradles can be customized according to the specific needs of the building, such as the size and shape of the platform, and the length of the ropes or cables.

When choosing a cradle machine or suspended access cradles, it is important to consider the following factors:

• Quality of the equipment: The equipment should be made of durable and high-quality materials, and should be designed to withstand the demands of building maintenance work.

• Safety features: The platform should be equipped with safety features such as guardrails, fall arrest systems, and emergency stop buttons to ensure the safety of workers.

• Service and support: The manufacturer should provide excellent service and support, including regular maintenance and repairs, to ensure the equipment is always in good working condition.

In conclusion, cradle machines and suspended access cradles are an efficient and cost-effective solution for building maintenance tasks, particularly for window cleaning and façade maintenance. By providing easy access to difficult-to-reach areas of a building, cradles ensure that the entire exterior of a building can be cleaned and maintained in a safe and efficient manner. When choosing a cradle machine or suspended access cradles, it is important to consider the quality of the equipment, safety features, customization options, and the reputation of the manufacturer to ensure that the equipment meets the specific needs of the building and keeps the workers safe.

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Gebäudereinigung Gottingen

Buildings that are comprised of materials like plastic, brick, glass, wood, rubber waterproof membranes and cladding require religious cleaning to prevent any decay of substrates. For people who do not know, the major reason for decay are carbon emissions. Or even cleaned regularly they reduce the life of the Gebäudereinigung Gottingen. Even natural elements like rain, snow and wind continuously affect the building exterior. Wind staining is pretty evident on buildings around the walls and corners and one can see rain water stains wherever there is heavy flow within the roof and windows. It is therefore necessary to hire facade cleaning services for facade cleaning.

Exactly why is it necessary? To be able to avoid building decay, the buildings need to be cleaned thoroughly. Facade cleaning is area of the commercial rental agreements. Building insures insist on building cleaning within the insurance plan. In this everything from the comfort of external facade to windows, guttering, roofs, gaskets, paving, structural steel and delicate weather proofing is looked after.

If each one of these areas are cleaned regularly then it'll protect the building in the long run. A simple window cleaning procedure not just beautifies the outlook but additionally prevents any more damages. Facade cleaning services provide many facilities for cleaning the exteriors. If the exteriors are not cleaned regularly then a more abrasive approach is required to clean them. The companies need to put in some time and money to displace work building to its former glory. Building owners need to apply the fee effective method. The cleaning services have limited time and resources and have to execute better.

The various procedures for cleaning include high pressure and blasting techniques but the company's owners must take good care in hiring an expert. A professional would be one who is professional and will clean and beautifully enhance the look of the building. The service should enhance it in this way that the Gebäudereinigung Gottingen is protected for several years to come.

How do these services prepare? The very first thing these facade cleaning services do is check the work site. They then chalk out a plan accordingly. Also checking the problem of the roof and ensuring that the suspended work platform may be installed. The engineers do the construction plan part. The construction environment also needs to be appropriate and without warm and the wind ought to be less than six levels. They've to help keep all the required cleaning tools like gun, towels, bucket, sucker and more. In addition they ensure they have safety belts and platform cradle. They've to transport an entire safety inspection before the particular operation.

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BMU Services

EuroSafe Solutions is a Leading company which aims to provides compressive range of BMU Services that can be mounted on anchored track, free laid track, fixed in position or even trackless machines.