#hospital doors manufacturers

[trio-india]

Fortifying Healthcare Facilities with Unparalleled Door Solutions

We are trailblazer in the hospital doors manufacturers, transforms the realm of medical safety and effectiveness. Driven by a steadfast dedication to excellence and creativity, they carefully design strong entrances that protect the health and safety of both patients and employees. By combining the latest in technology with outstanding skill, We offerings effortlessly combine protection, longevity, and visual attractiveness. Their entrances not only support efficient functioning but also create a supportive atmosphere where recovery is prioritized. Trio India's pursuit of perfection is evident in every joint and knob, guaranteeing unmatched protection for those who are important.

[hikominternationalllp]

Shielding Your Space: Exploring the Benefits of Anti-Radiation Doors

In an age where technology reigns supreme and electromagnetic radiation is ubiquitous, the need to safeguard ourselves from its potential harm has become paramount. Enter anti-radiation doors – a cutting-edge solution offered by companies like HIKOM International LLP – designed to provide protection and peace of mind in our modern living spaces.

The proliferation of electronic devices and wireless communication systems has led to a significant increase in electromagnetic radiation levels in our environment. While the effects of long-term exposure to such radiation are still being studied, concerns about its potential health risks have prompted individuals and businesses alike to seek out ways to mitigate its impact. This is where anti-radiation doors come into play.

So, what exactly are anti-radiation doors, and how do they work? Simply put, these doors are engineered to block or reduce the transmission of electromagnetic radiation, effectively creating a shielded barrier between the inside and outside of a building. This shielding is achieved through the use of specialized materials such as lead, steel, or other alloys that are capable of absorbing or reflecting electromagnetic waves.

One of the key benefits of anti-radiation doors is their ability to create a safer and healthier indoor environment. By minimizing the penetration of electromagnetic radiation from sources such as mobile phones, Wi-Fi routers, and power lines, these doors help reduce the potential risks associated with prolonged exposure. This is particularly important in spaces where sensitive equipment or individuals with heightened sensitivity to electromagnetic fields may be present, such as hospitals, laboratories, or residential buildings.

In addition to protecting occupants from electromagnetic radiation, anti-radiation doors also offer other advantages. For example, they can enhance the overall security of a building by providing an additional layer of protection against unauthorized access or forced entry. This is especially relevant for high-security facilities or areas where privacy and confidentiality are paramount.

Furthermore, anti-radiation doors can contribute to energy efficiency by improving insulation and reducing heat loss or gain. This can result in lower utility bills and a more comfortable indoor climate throughout the year. By investing in anti-radiation doors, property owners can not only safeguard their health but also enhance the value and sustainability of their buildings.

HIKOM International LLP is at the forefront of providing innovative anti-radiation door solutions to meet the diverse needs of its customers. With a commitment to quality, reliability, and customer satisfaction, HIKOM offers a range of customizable options to suit different applications and architectural styles. Whether it's a residential, commercial, or industrial project, HIKOM's team of experts works closely with clients to design and install anti-radiation doors that exceed expectations.

HIKOM's anti-radiation doors are manufactured using state-of-the-art techniques and materials, ensuring superior performance and durability. Rigorous testing and quality control measures are employed to guarantee that each door meets the highest standards of safety and effectiveness. From the initial consultation to the final installation, HIKOM's dedicated professionals provide comprehensive support and guidance every step of the way.

In conclusion, anti-radiation doors offer a host of benefits for those looking to shield their space from the harmful effects of electromagnetic radiation. From protecting health and enhancing security to improving energy efficiency and sustainability, these doors provide a holistic solution for modern living environments. With HIKOM International LLP leading the way in innovation and excellence, customers can trust that they are investing in the best anti-radiation door solutions available on the market.

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Alamis Group - Your Premier Joinery and Interior Solutions Provider in the UAE

Welcome to Alamis Group, where exquisite craftsmanship meets unparalleled expertise in joinery and interior solutions across the UAE. As one of the leading joinery firms in the region, we pride ourselves on delivering top-tier services tailored to meet the diverse needs of our clients.

Our commitment to excellence shines through in every project we undertake. From bespoke joinery to custom carpentry services, we specialize in transforming spaces with high-quality craftsmanship and innovative woodwork solutions. With a keen eye for detail and a dedication to perfection, we bring your vision to life, creating luxurious and functional interiors that leave a lasting impression.

At Alamis Group, we understand the importance of collaboration. That's why we work closely with our clients every step of the way, ensuring that their unique requirements are met with precision and care. Whether you're in need of specialist joinery manufacturers or award-winning joinery firms, we have the expertise and resources to exceed your expectations.

In addition to our exceptional joinery services, we also offer a comprehensive range of interior solutions, including metal works, glass works, steel fabrication, and architectural metal and glazing works. Our team of skilled professionals is adept at crafting custom solutions that enhance the beauty and functionality of any space.

From airport fit-outs to hotel interiors, our portfolio showcases a diverse range of projects that highlight our versatility and creativity. Whether you're seeking a luxury interior fit-out contractor or a hospitality furniture supplier, Alamis Group is your trusted partner for creating stunning interiors that elevate the guest experience.

With a focus on quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction, Alamis Group is setting the standard for excellence in joinery and interior solutions in the UAE. Discover the difference our craftsmanship can make and let us bring your vision to life with our unparalleled expertise and dedication to perfection. Experience the artistry of Alamis Group and elevate your space to new heights of elegance and sophistication.

[modular-hospital-equipment]

Modular Operation Theatre – Key Benefits & Requirements | Altos

Modular Operation Theatre – Key Benefits & Requirements : Operation theaters are designed to save lives and treat patients in a safe manner. It becomes easier for positive outcomes to be achieved as it develops. Operation theaters today have a wide range of equipment, from small instruments to large dedicated machines such as X-rays, anesthesia systems, etc. The architecture of any hospital requires careful planning, design and analysis.

Establishing a Modular Operating Theater is primarily about efficiency, precision, patient safety, and better outcomes. The main goal is to maximize the use of time and resources. It is important to meet many requirements, including hermetic seal, sound insulation and absolute flatness.

These settings promote consistency and smooth hospital operations. Here are some reasons to give this area of your hospital thorough attention.

Stop the production of bacteria

Standard occupancy of persons and equipment load

Safety standards

Positive air pressure.

Maintenance is required.

Separation of functional spaces.

Traffic flow is regulated.

Hygiene is important for a healthy environment.

Proper air ceiling system.

Innovative medical workspaces

Humidity and ambient temperature are important factors to consider.

There is space for expansion and future devices.

The number of air changes that are appropriate.

Control panel, ceiling-mounted laminar flow system, x-ray display, and surgical scrub platforms are the four main components of a Modular Operating Theater. The control panel is the most important component because it contains important information as well as key features such a stopwatch, real time clock, pressure monitor alarm system, integral sensor, OT controls switches, etc. These components work together to ensure that every operation is smooth and precise.

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[wttcsms]

nothing, just thinking abt pro hero bakugo x world class thief reader. he's begrudgingly recruiting you to help him take down a massive drug ring that's manufacturing an addictive substance that supposedly enhances someone's quirk. in exchange for your help, he promises you don't leave this conversation in handcuffs.

you’ve got this total cat woman-esque vibe going on. like a black cat, you're agile, fast, and with the way you narrowly avoid death, you probably have nine lives, too. like a black cat, you bring nothing but bad luck to everyone around you. from the second you were born, misfortune followed. your mother nearly died during childbirth, the entire hospital experienced a blackout despite no storms or external issues being present, the backup generators took a suspicious amount of time to regenerate, medical machinery started malfunctioning. the hospital staff shrugs it off as just a really bad day.

growing up, accidents keep occurring all around you until your parents finally get it confirmed: you're bad luck. and no offense, but no one really wants to hang out with the girl who causes a five-car pileup just because she happens to pass by the traffic while walking on a sidewalk.

no one wants to be around you, and honestly, you start to think that you shouldn't be around other people, either. all you'll do is cause them trouble. so the minute you're able to strike it out on your own, you do.

and you tried to make an honest living, really! it's just... it's hard to hold down a job when mistakes happen most frequently on your shifts. one night, you're hungry and you wonder if you can scrounge up enough change to grab something from the convenience store. the next thing you know, the security cameras in the store goes offline and the cashier is fumbling to fix it, too preoccupied to notice you. you plan on paying! but the cashier is struggling with getting the cameras back online and the automatic sliding doors of the store are opening up for you, beckoning for you to just exit with your stolen dinner, and when you walk out, you realize that this stale piece of stolen milk bread just might be the best meal you've had in ages. for once in your life, your quirk works in your favor. and it's a snowball effect from there; you pick your targets accordingly. uptight owners of a jewelry store who rip off customers, jacking cars from rich boys who get aggressive with their dates. you move on to bigger things, actual heists. you gain notoriety in the criminal underworld. you make a name for yourself.

such a big name, in fact, that pro hero dynamight is waiting outside your apartment for you. you're tough to track down, he'll give you that much.

"so big, bad dynamight wants to what? arrest me? you don't have the authority."

he's scowling at you. "i'm not here to arrest you. i'm here to recruit you."

he refuses to disclose any details. all he does is offer you an ultimatum: either you agree to go along with his plan (the plan that he has told you absolutely nothing about!) + help him with some "hero work" or he takes you to law enforcement and people who actually do have the authority are going to put you behind bars. your choice.

when you agree to helping him with what he needs, he gives you a time and place to meet him. you activate your quirk, and let him know that the zipper on his pants is acting up and that his fly is down.

katsuki bakugo knows that you're nothing but trouble, but you'll keep on reminding him that it's because of all the trouble you cause that he wants you around.

(just !!!! slowburn with bakugo + a cocky antihero!reader <3 you irritate him and he gets on your nerves, too. your personalities and egos clash. but... he hates to see you hurt, and he worries about you when he sends you out on your own, and he's never let anyone say a single bad thing about you. when katsuki takes a fatal blow on your behalf, you immediately rush to his fallen body. even in complete agony and facing death, he still has the nerve to crack a joke. he looks at you and finally smiles. "must be my lucky day." because he got to see you. he always wants to see you.)

[autophage]

The slow but incessant rain of anvils began in 1942.

George Macomber was walking from the trolley stop to his home in Great Falls (a name which many newspapers took advantage of in their lede selection) when a two-ton Bavarian fell out of the sky, landing squarely on top of poor George. He was Flattened instantly.

And, seconds later, he slid out from beneath the anvil, with a new height of one and a half millimeters. He had become, in an instant, the densest human being on the planet.

George Macomber happened to look up just before impact. This saved his life: because he was the first to ever be Flattened, the extremely-high-density intravenous fluid setup had not yet been invented, and no hospital could have kept him hydrated if his mouth were not accessible on his topside. (Iris Colelman invented the extremely-high-density intravenous setup in 1947, after hundreds had perished due to dehydration mere days after their Flattening.)

In another twist of good fortune, George Macomber had served as a signal officer in the Navy during the Great War and knew Morse code. While his vocal chords were capable only of producing an awful gurgling, he could still communicate by blinking - a trick that the doctors recognized quickly. And so he was able, painstakingly, to describe the characteristic sound of the anvil's descent: a terrifying descending whistle, like the slide-flute sound used for falling bombs in animated reels.

His story is not all a happy one, though. Some who are Flattened eventually pop back up to their former stature, but poor Mr. Macomber never did. While his medical condition remained stable, his wife divorced him and he had trouble finding employment. Seven years after his Flattening, he stopped eating or drinking. His final words, blinked to his nurse, are lost to history; she felt that she owed him her silence, even as she was fired and eventually prosecuted for letting him pass in this manner. The court asserted that she should have immobilized him and given him a high-density drip.

Only twenty-three days after George's Flattening, Irma Childress was returning from the bakery when a six-ton farrier's anvil hurtled down and Flattened her. She, too, was lucky enough that her mouth remained accessible. Her story is happier than George's - she was also the first person to pop back up to her normal height. It took her six months, and those must have been worse than George's, as she did not know Morse code - though she learned it and was proficient by her third Flattened month.

Even after regaining her former height, Irma remained wary of doors, stairs, and any place with high foot traffic. She sold her house in Los Angeles and moved out to an almond farm. She spoke to the press repeatedly and respectfully, and to this day is remembered as an early and passionate advocate for keeping the Flattened comfortable and helping them maintain their dignity.

Nobody has discovered where the anvils come from. They fall primarily in North America, most often in the southwest and midwest. Some suspect that they are flung by tornados, or some sort of awful prank, or military test flights. They are always of recent manufacture, indicated by a date stamp, but never a maker's mark.

The rate of Flattenings increased until the late 50's, at a peak of a bit over 100,000 in 1958. Today, the rain has slowed: there are usually between one and two thousand Flattenings a year. This incident rate has held steady since the early 1980's. This is unusual, since far fewer anvils are manufactured or used today than were in the 1940's. Of those Flattened, about half pop back to their previous height, usually between two months and a year after their initial Flattening.

It was difficult for the Flattened to connect with each other before modern video conferencing - those who were lucky enough to look up before their Flattening can see above themselves, but cannot see in front of themselves, and it is generally difficult for the Flattened to orient themselves otherwise. The Flattened of today generally stay on a table with a tablet above them, modified to use eye tracking for navigation. (Of course, this only really works with Flattened whose eyes are on their top- or bottom-sides; those with eyes facing forward, or whose faces were crushed into their bellies, can usually hear, but have a very hard time making themselves understood.) Regardless of orientation they are helped by dedicated care nurses who changes their IV fluids. These nurses are provided by Flattening insurance, offered by all major insurance providers; they often also take over some of the responsibilities the Flattened previously held, such as taking care of their children.

Sadly, the provisions surrounding Flattening insurance have changed in the last twenty years. Most nurses make less than 20% above minimum wage, and are afforded very little flexibility by the job, which requires them to attend the Flattened's household around the clock. They become very close with those they care for - in many cases they develop shorthands to make communication easier, such as diacritic modifications to the blinked Morse code.

While the Irma Childress Foundation is the leading voice for Flattening insurance reform, some long-term Flattened feel that their concerns are often not heard. They contend that the Foundation often bargains away provisions that could help some edge cases - especially those with limited communication capabilities.

Some of the Flattened have started pooling resources to buy land and build a city suited to their own needs, to wean themselves off of the marginal succor offered by the insurance system. We who stand tall must support them. We must afford them not only the dignity of doing our best not to step on them, but to self-determination. We must acknowledge that their lives are all unique and different. We must refuse, if you will pardon the pun, to flatten their experiences into one single narrative.

[leiascully]

A fic I’ve wondered about…Mulder and Scully actually going to a movie together. Mostly because one of them lost a bet and has to go with the other to a movie of their choice. This happens early on in the partnership…Mulder makes Scully go to Jurassic Park. She nit picks the hell out of the science. So he, in a show of attempting to even the balance - he makes out he’s doing her a favour when really he just likes going out anywhere with Scully - he lets her pick the next one. She picks Sleepless in Seattle. The conversation after that one could lead….anywhere 🥰

Hmm, yes, excellent. I hope you wanted 2000 words of silliness because that's what's under the cut.

There’s a tap on her motel door. Scully twitches the curtains aside. It’s Mulder, slouching in jeans and a white t-shirt, looking like someone posed him against the background of lush summer green. She unhitches the chain and lets him in. Sticky-hot air rolls in after him, a humid swirl of honeysuckle and cut grass.

“How’s the report?”

She sighs and takes off her glasses. “The report is finished.” There wasn’t much to report, in the end: small town secrets, black light ghosts. All the evidence was there from the start, but the sheriff’s nephew was never going to be charged unless someone else stepped in. The only surprise was the support he got from the valedictorian, concocting hallucinogens in the high school chemistry lab. Then again, as a former nerdy teen girl, Scully understands the allure of the quarterback. Social cohesion is a powerful force. Maybe even more than broad shoulders, the girl was attracted to the idea of revenge.

Mulder, naturally, was blithely wry about it all. He’ll probably publish some esoteric paper on it in one of those poorly credentialed paranormal journals: the monstrous manifestation of adolescence, or something about the American tendency to manufacture visible hauntings as a way to deal with the invisible buried history of colonized land.

There are worse ways he could spend a Saturday night. At least he’s less likely to end up in the hospital.

“Dinner and a show?” he asks. “Since our flight isn’t until tomorrow morning.”

“In this town?” She crosses her arms, skeptical.

He produces two movie tickets. “Jurassic Park. Have you seen it yet?”

“I was going to go with my friend Ellen this weekend, but….” She shrugs. They’re here instead, chasing ghosts. “I think she went with her new boyfriend.”

“Got a purse?”

She pats around for it and finds it in a chair. “Yes, why?”

His eyes twinkle. “I said dinner and a show, Scully. Do you know how many McDonald’s hamburgers I can fit in a purse?”

“Mulder, no. I like this purse.” She clutches it to her. “Surely chicken nuggets would be easier.”

“You don’t want to be reminded of this night by a waft of eau de pickle every time you reach for your wallet?” Mulder’s grinning at her. She can’t resist him when he’s like this. Maybe it’s the lonely teen girl in her, the echo of jockishness in the set of his shoulders. He chooses her, patting the seat next to him at the metaphorical lunch table. Besides, he’s already bought the tickets.

“You’re carrying the ketchup,” she says, tilting her head back to look up at him. His grin broadens.

The bored teen at the box office lets them in, despite the waft of fry oil from her purse, which bulges with its contraband cargo. Mulder buys two sodas and a box of Junior Mints while she waits. The college girls at the concession stand eye him with a familiar mix of anxiety and intrigue. Scully’s seen it in every small town, and some of the bigger ones. There’s something rarefied around Mulder, an air of old money, maybe, or a New England vowel. He interests people; they resent that. He’s too obviously overeducated, charming in a way people don’t trust. Still, they’re drawn to him.

She leans on the half-wall that separates the concessions area from a couple of arcade machines and the hall that leads to the three theaters. The college girls’ eyes flick to her and then back to Mulder. There’s hair twirling involved as they hand him his change. Scully smiles to herself. Mulder drops the coins into his overstuffed pocket and saunters over to her, oblivious to the glares of the college girls. Scully shows the tickets to the usher, who rips them and points out the door to the middle theater, as if they could get lost.

The theater is mostly full. They pick seats in the middle - harder for the usher to pick them out in the crowd - and wait until the lights go down. Scully wedges her purse between her hip and the armrest. The food is still warm. They take turns dipping in and retrieving a nugget or a few fries. Mulder carefully applies ketchup from the torn corner of a packet before stuffing the fries in his mouth. In the flickering light from the screen, his lips are glossy with grease. It’s odd, feeling the pressure of his hand against her thigh when he roots around inside her purse, but it isn’t unpleasant.

“You know all of this is nonsense,” Scully murmurs as the animated DNA explains how the park’s team re-created the dinosaurs. “Absolute junk science. Even if you could extract genetic material from a sample like that, there’s no reason to believe it would be viable, no matter how many amphibians you spliced into it.”

“I always find a reason to believe,” Mulder whispers to her. “Come on, Scully, give in to the movie magic. It’s called science fiction, not science plausible.”

“Shhh!” says someone behind them.

Scully subsides until she can no longer contain herself. Mulder, recognizing her mood without looking, tilts his ear closer so that she can whisper to him. They get shushed again, and then again, derailing her sotto voce tirades about parthenogenesis and the feasibility of a theme park based around dinosaur habitats.

“Your wife has a lot to say!” Mulder’s neighbor tells him. It’s clearly intended to be a reprimand. Mulder pretends it’s a compliment. Scully subsides, chastised and defensive. If she doesn’t think too hard about it, the movie is entertaining. And if her knee presses into Mulder’s as the T. rex stomps toward the Jeep, neither of them acknowledges it.

They wait through the credits after the movie, letting the locals trickle out. The glares Scully is fielding now are different from the ones she got at the concession stand. She lifts her chin, defiant. Mulder stuffs their McDonald’s trash into their empty soda cups, concealing the evidence.

“I can’t believe you didn’t enjoy that,” Mulder says as they walk back toward the motel. The evening air is dotted with fireflies. A breeze rustles the leaves and pushes her hair over her forehead.

“I didn’t not enjoy it,” Scully tells him. “It just didn’t seem feasible.”

“Doctor Sattler reminded me of you,” Mulder says. He pushes his hands into his pockets. “Woman inherits the earth.”

“If only we could reproduce so easily on our own.” Scully cuts her eyes at Mulder. “You know, you remind me of Doctor Malcolm.”

“Why, Doctor Scully, I didn’t know you had a thing for bad boys.” She shoves at his arm with her shoulder and he chuckles. “What about me reminds you of him? Because I’m tall, dark, and handsome?”

She rolls her eyes. “Mostly it’s your love of chaos.”

“Mostly?”

“Mostly.” She smiles at him.

“So there’s a chance you think I’m irresistibly suave.” His voice is as velvety as the humid air.

“There’s a chance of a lot of things, Mulder.” She looks up at the night sky and savors the bitter freshness of the last Junior Mint. “Even dinosaurs.”

A few weeks later, they’re on the Texas coast, drafted into an anti-smuggling operation. There’s nothing supernatural about it - more than anything, they’re warm bodies in Kevlar vests. Scully doesn’t mind. Sometimes it’s satisfying to work on these task forces. There’s a clear resolution to cases like these: so many guns seized, so many tons of cocaine destroyed, so much cash pulled out of hidden stashes. It’s clear-cut who the bad guys are, and she doesn’t have to write the reports.

“Dinner and a show?” she says to Mulder as the other agents eddy around them. They’re rarely invited along to drinks when they’re assigned to these things, but she doesn’t necessarily enjoy being the only woman in the group anyway.

“Anything with air conditioning,” he says.

They eat at a seafood restaurant that’s nearly a shack. The seafood boil comes in plastic bags they have to rip open. It’s some of the best shrimp Scully has ever had, and the corn on the cob is as sweet and blisteringly hot as the last days of summer. She licks butter off her fingers and watches Mulder crack crab claws.

The theater here is bigger: eight screens instead of three. Scully buys two tickets for Sleepless in Seattle and presents them to Mulder. He raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t know if I took you for the rom-com type, Scully.”

“I don’t want to get shushed again.” She gives him a sideways glance. “At least we all agree this is going to be unrealistic.”

Mulder sighs and shakes his head. “So beautiful. So cynical.” Before she can figure out how to respond to that, he’s off to the concession stand again, this time returning with Dots wedged into one back pocket and Sno-Caps in the other. He hands her a soda as they go in the theater. The sides of the cup are already faintly damp with condensation. The theater itself is like an icebox, air conditioning whistling.

They sit in the back row this time, near a bunch of teenagers who already have their arms slung against each other. Mulder rolls his eyes, but there’s a nostalgic smile on his face. Scully wonders how many girls he sat in dark theaters with, focused on something other than the movie. He cups her hand and shakes Sno-Caps into her palm. She eats them one by one. They aren’t shushed this time. She almost misses the excuse to lean against him. By the time the movie is over, her feet are tingling with cold. Pushing out the doors into the muggy air is almost a relief.

“Hit me with your best shot, Scully.” Mulder takes her cup to toss it into the trash. “I assume I don’t remind you of lovable widower Tom Hanks.”

“I don’t know why she left Walter,” Scully says. “It seemed cruel. All because her life wasn’t like a movie?”

Mulder scoffs. “You wouldn’t stay with a guy like that.”

“A guy with allergies?”

“A guy who didn’t excite you,” Mulder says. “You wouldn’t settle for safe.”

Scully tips her face to look up at him. “Wouldn’t I?”

Mulder spreads his hands. “Picket fence, 9 to 5, 2.5 kids and Sunday dinner with the family - you like the sound of it, but you’d get bored. Face it, Scully, you’re a creature of the night now. You’ve got that wild urge in your soul. You’d be baying at the moon if you were stuck in that kind of life.”

“And lovable widower Tom Hanks would provide that?”

“No,” he says. “Ian Malcolm might, though.”

She rolls her eyes. “And how much do you charge for this astute psychoanalysis, Doctor Mulder?”

He taps his lower lip with one finger and scans around them. “Two scoops of mint chocolate chip.” He points to the glowing sign down the street depicting an anthropomorphic ice cream creature. Locals are clustered in groups around a walk-up window like moths around a lamp, sipping at floats and licking drippy cones.

Scully feels a rush of nostalgia for the summers of her youth. The salt air, the long twilight: she can’t help remembering. It’s a sweet little ache under her sternum, and it gets sharper when she looks at Mulder. He’s clearly pleased with himself. “I think I can swing that, as long as you’re not angling for a banana split.”

“What about one malt with two straws?” He winks at her.

“Don’t push your luck,” she grumbles.

But she thinks about it as the moon hangs heavy overhead, and she’s glad she can blame her flushed cheeks on the heat.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi there fandom friend! (I hope I may call you that?) Your blog is amazing! Thank you for this wonderful little space. I have a very specific fanfic question. And please ignore if it feels too personal, BUT - what is THE fic that made you really and properly cry? Or maybe top 5? (Doesn’t necessarily need to be tragic or sad - just emotionally…evocative maybe?)

Perhaps your followers might want to chime in, too? The more recs, the merrier! I know this is a super duper subjective criteria but I would love to get some recommendations. I am in dire need of some emotional catharsis. :-) Thank you❤️

Hey Nonny!!!

You ABSOLUTELY can call me your friend! I am so lonely LOL

OH gosh, I actually have a whole LIST of fics that Made Me Cry that you can check out! I don't have enough new additions for a new list, but here are the ones currently on Part 2:

The Skin Over My Heart by standbygo (E, 8,849 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Hiatus, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Dog Tags, Military, Homophobia, Gay Bashing, POV First Person Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Undercover, Haircuts, Flashbacks, Touching, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Metaphors, Introspection, Hand Jobs, On the Couch, John’s Past, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John are still trying to adjust to Sherlock's return from his hiatus when John's friend Bill Murray brings them a case. Someone is targeting the LGBTQA+ members of Bill's unit. John and Sherlock go undercover at the unit, but when they end up having to flirt to flush out the suspect, Sherlock realizes he's in over his head.

Spare Parts by Raina_at (E, 63,497 w., 10 Ch. || 24th Century / Futurism AU || Post TRF, Pre-TRF Relationship, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Science Fiction, Reunion, Nightmares, Angry John, Cybernetic John, Emotional Discussions / Heart to Heart, POV John, Scars, Past Drug Use, Forehead Touching, Emotional Lovemaking, Kissing, Apologies, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission, BAMF John, Bed Sharing, Top Sherlock) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. Part 1 of Realigning Gravity

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

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But yeah, please check out the original list rather than me having to pick only five!!!!!

And as Nonny suggest, you guys PLEASE share your fics that made you cry!!!! I WOULD LOVE IT!!!

Hope these please you, Nonny!!

[trio-india]

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augusnippets Day 7 * Choking* ________________________________________ In hindsight, Colin kind of can't believe none of them knew. It was particularly stupid because the entire team had taken part in multiple conversations where they sometimes lovingly and sometimes not so lovingly, made fun of the stupid little bags Jamie was always carrying around. Except turns out they weren't just stupid fashion choices. Jamie was using them to carry around a fucking Epipen that none of them knew he had. Except Roy apparently. And Ted And Beard

"Thank fuck for mandatory medical training for coaching staff." Colin sighed wearily throwing himself back down into a hard plastic hospital waiting room chair after yet another session of pacing up and down the waiting room. "Don't know what we'd have done if Roy hadn't known to go for Jamie's bag so quickly." He receives several grunts in response, but otherwise the small collective of the players selected to follow Jamie to the hospital remained silent. Colin didn’t blame them. All of them were shook up. How could they not be? After seeing what they had, seeing Jamie clutch at his throat, watching his face turn red as he struggled to take in the tiniest breath.

Colin had frozen but thankfully Roy had appeared out of nowhere, ripping the bumbag from Jamie’s shoulder and practically tearing it open to get the epipen from inside it.

Colin winced at the memory of watching Roy stab it into Jamie’s thigh. Rubbing at his own leg absentmindedly. It had seemed so rough and brutal, a massive contrast from the way Roy had held Jamie’s hand until the ambulance arrived. The coach gruffly promising “you’ll be okay you little prick” even as he ran his free hand over Jamie’s hair gently.

Colin shook his head and looked around the private waiting room they’d be secluded to.

Isaac was sat several seats away from everyone else in self appointed time out, he was appalled at himself for not knowing Jamie had a life threatening allergy. Blaming himself for not being quicker to help Jamie, which was to Colin fucking ridiculous. How could any of them help Jamie when they hadn’t even known he was allergic to nuts? Colin sat as close to Isaac as he could get with the captains self imposed exile, watching the door they'd taken Jamie through like a hawk. Ted and Beard stood a little way down the hall, talking to each other in low voices. They'd been told one person could go through with Jamie and it hadn't even been a discussion. Roy had followed the gurney without sparing any of them so much as a second look. Not that they'd thought it would be any other way, especially with the grip Jamie had on Roy's hand. Dani and Sam made up the rest of their ragtag group. Sitting huddled together on the opposite wall to Colin and Isaac "I don't understand why Jamie didn't tell us." Sam says softly, breaking the heavy silence in the private waiting room. "Maybe he was embarrassed?" Dani offers with a soft shrug. "He gets funny about things like that." "That's bullshit" Isaac growls looking up, his eyes ablaze. "Jamie knows we fucking have his back." "Except we didn't" Colin points out sadly. "We just all stood around and watched him stop breathing cause we didn't know what was happening." Ted looks over at them with a frown. "Now y'all better not be blaming yourselves for all this, ain't nobody to blame." "Except the manufactures of the nut contaminated protein bar" Beard points out. Ted points at him "That's true buckaroo" He nods before looking back to the boys "and you can bet Rebecca's legal team is going to unleash hell on those poor suckers."

They all nod and murmured their agreement before falling silent again, all of them pretending they’re not watching the door they know Jamie and Roy are somewhere behind.

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As Master Joe Wishes - Track 08

Seasonal Team Event - L4mps

Thank you Aca for handling this chapter!

Location: Manor - Bedroom

Joe: Don’t come any closer!

Anonymous Member A: That said, what should we do?

Anonymous Member B: What’s up with this teddy bear anyways? Seems to be a high-spec robot from what I can see. 

Anonymous Member A: There might be some worth to this thing. Let’s take it back with us.

Daniel:  Funny you guys think you can leave here in one piece.

Anonymous Member B: Huh…?! When did you appear…!

Joe: D-Daniel…!

Daniel: Thought that if anyone was going to break in, it would be from the 2nd floor’s corridor. Seems like my guess was dead-on.  So blocking this path would cause problems for you lot, yeah?

Daniel: So, if you don’t want your heads to get blown off, put your hands up. 

Anonymous Member C: Even if you’ve predicted that much, it’s quite rash to come here alone.

Daniel: So you do have back up, huh.

Anonymous Member A: Now, grab that teddy bear and let’s leave!

Anonymous Member B: He’s just an amateur. Try shooting us if you can! 

Daniel: Sorry, but I got no hesitation to shoot this gun. 

Daniel: (For now, I should aim for the guy who’s holding Joe’s foot. I’ll leave the rest of ‘em to Sammy-san and the others.) 

Anonymous Member B: Ugh… Huh? I didn’t get hit…

Daniel: Wha…

Daniel: Why does this gun shoot out tulips and cherry blossom petals?!

Anonymous Member C: Let’s leave, go go!

Netaro: I found you, Daa! So you see~ That little gun was made for parties! Did it surprise you?

Daniel: Y-Y-You Idiot!

Daniel: Ugh, my back…! Even though I started feeling better…

??: Gah!

Netaro: Mhmmm, I hear the shriek of men from downstairs! How exciting!

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Nagi: I’m really sorry for the inconvenience….

Anonymous Member A: Don’t you think it’s a bit rude towards the manufacturer to drop an iron  on our heads?!

Anonymous Member B: Making the door knob scalding hot is a cruel and unusual punishment! I almost burned my palms! You’d better pay for my hospital bills!

Anonymous Member C: If something like this ever happened to me, I’d become traumatized enough to quit my job!!

Nagi: I never thought that the trap combo from that movie would work so beautifully here… that said, this probably would cause trouble for the movie’s production company. This was all my fault. Good kids shouldn’t try this at home. 

Daniel: Why the hell is Nagi apologizing to the hand-cuffed thieves over here?

Hiramei: Well, the booby traps he set up worked, and we successfully captured the Anonymous members that tried to get away.

Hiramei: If they had taken Joe away, this probably would have become an international issue. That Hachinoya-san is truly a life-saver for the JPN police as well as my career. 

Joe: You don’t have to apologize to these felons, Nagi!

Nagi: No, I say this is already a fine form of unjustified self-defense. Samejima-san, please apprehend me. I’ll be turning myself in.

Samejima: Eh~?

Yodaka: However, with this, the other Anonymous members will know that the “prized treasure” would equal to a teddy bear.

Samejima: That’s true. Hiramei~ Don’t neglect your duties to survey the surroundings~

Samejima: We got 3 hours left, there might be a chance that back up may come to get their revenge. 

Samejima: They don’t seem to be the kind to negotiate.

Samejima: Besides, there is no mistaking that these mobs are just underlings used to cause trouble. Their tricks are quite daft.

Hiramei: Yes, sir! I’ll also report it to the units outside!

Location: Manor - Bedroom

Ryui: …..

Toi: …..

Netaro: …..

Toi: I’m glad that Master didn’t get abducted…

Ryui: Yeah, all thanks to Hachinoya this time. 

Toi: … Ani-sama, why did you leave Master behind?

Ryui: Well, I worry about you more than anyone else in the world.

Toi: Then does that mean…

Toi: You’d prioritize me above anything else?

Ryui: Yeah. Obviously.

Toi: Then, would you listen to me if I asked you to not protect Joe-sama?

Ryui: … Yeah.

Ryui: (That’s obvious… This has always been the case.)

Toi: I see…

Toi: I’ll get something to drink.

Ryui: Hah…

Netaro: Oh~

Ryui: What do you want?

Netaro: I had a thought if I were to cook up a replica AI of you, that thought process of yours would be horribly simple and easy ♪

Ryui: The hell you mean by that?

Netaro: I just have to set it up so it’ll do anything that Toi says. It’s pretty easy-peasy and lacking in excitement.

Ryui: You tryin’ to call me stupid… Asshole.

Ryui: (Ah… Can’t help but hate myself for leaving Joe behind. I’m sure I made the right decision when the lights went out and those bastards showed up, but still–)

Netaro: Is Toi your owner, Ryui?

Ryui: …..

Joe: No one owns each other. The same goes for me, as well as Ryui.

Ryui: ! You…

Samejima: Hey there~, sorry for interrupting.

Netaro: Joe and Sammy, what’s wrong?

Samejima: Actually, thanks to a request from the higher-ups, I’ll have to head to the airport now. I can escort Joe by myself for the rest of the evening.

Netaro: Hmmm… Wasn’t it a problem that you would look suspicious carrying a cute teddy bear around?

Samejima: Hm? It’s all right, an old man can even carry a teddy bear around. 

Netaro: Hmm?

Ryui: … Hey, earlier when I left you behind and went off, that was my ba-

Samejima: Oh dear, I must go now. I’ll contact you guys after, when the handover goes through.

Ryui: Ah…

Ryui: …..

Location: Manor

Hiramei: Well then, thanks for your hard work!!

Hiramei: *sigh* I’ll have to send those 3 in custody to the station, and then that’s it…

Hiramei: Huh…? Where did those 3 and the guards go?

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Nagi: The party just a while ago seems like a lie now that it’s gotten all quiet. 

Toi: Yeah. It became a bit lonely here, somehow.

Yodaka: Let’s go meet them once things have calmed down.

Netaro: *snoring*

Daniel: I think I’ll go back and rest up, too~

Ryui: …..

Ryui: (If I were able to meet her again…)

Ryui: (Fuck, if I’m gonna be this agitated, I should have apologized even if I had to force it out of myself…What the hell I should do.)

Ryui: (Hm? There’s a sound coming from the wardrobe.)

Ryui: Who–?! The fuck?!

Nagi: Eh, there’s someone tied up in there. 

Daniel: ! Wait, is that?

Ryui: Samejima?!

Yodaka: Let me take this gag off for you. 

Samejima: Puha! A.. ake!

Nagi: For tonight’s dinner, we’ll be having cake?

Samejima: No, that me from earlier is a fake!

Daniel, Ryui, Toi, Nagi, Yodaka: Huh?!

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1. Girl with incurable cancer recovers after pioneering treatment

A girl’s incurable cancer has been cleared from her body after what scientists have described as the most sophisticated cell engineering to date. Alyssa, whose family do not wish to give their surname, was diagnosed with T-cell acute lymphoblastic leukaemia in May 2021.

Scientists at Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children in London gave her pre-manufactured cells edited using new technology to allow them to hunt down and destroy cancerous T-cells without attacking each other. Less than a month after being given the treatment, she was in remission, and was able to have a second bone marrow transplant.

Can I get a fuck cancer?

2. The UK has made gigabit internet a legal requirement for new homes

Updated regulations require new properties to be built with gigabit broadband connections and make it easier to install into existing blocks of flats across the UK. Connection costs will be capped at £2,000 per home, and developers must still install gigabit-ready infrastructure (including ducts, chambers, and termination points) and the fastest-available connection if they’re unable to secure a gigabit connection within the cost cap

3. US cancer death rate falls 33% since 1991

The rate of people dying from cancer in the United States has continuously declined over the past three decades, according to a new report from the American Cancer Society.

The US cancer death rate has fallen 33% since 1991, which corresponds to an estimated 3.8 million deaths averted, according to the report, published Thursday in CA: A Cancer Journal for Clinicians. Partly due to advances in treatment, early detection and less smoking, report says

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Retinal cells grown from stem cells can reach out and connect with neighbors, according to a new study, completing a “handshake” that may show the cells are ready for trials in humans with degenerative eye disorders.

Over a decade ago, researchers from the University of Wisconsin–Madison developed a way to grow organized clusters of cells, called organoids, that resemble the retina, the light-sensitive tissue at the back of the eye. They coaxed human skin cells reprogrammed to act as stem cells to develop into layers of several types of retinal cells that sense light and ultimately transmit what we see to the brain.

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A Father’s Sacrifice

Dad Leon Kennedy x daughter, female reader

Summary: A father will do anything to ensure the safety of his child. Even at the cost of his own humanity. 

Warnings: Angst. Blood. Light body horror. Parental-Child love. Violence. 

Taglist; @multi-fandom-imagine​

This was based on a dream I mentioned a bit ago with some other bits added. 

Please enjoy! 

Something tugged at the back of Leon’s mind, a whisper in his thoughts that would not be silenced. His handgun gripped tightly in his hand, his breathing calm and collected. A steady breath in, and steady breath out. Beside him, a young woman stood in her early twenties. Still a child in his eyes. His child. 

A part of Leon hated how this had come to be. His daughter standing as his partner in the D.S.O. He never wanted her to have a life like he did, he wanted her to branch off to explore something else, another passion. Something safe. But, much to his dismay, she trained and rose the ranks as he did. Many people often said how proud he must be of her. And he was, every little accomplishment of hers, he valued, he celebrated. Every failure, he was there to offer comfort. 

He could not have asked for a finer daughter than his precious [Name]. 

She stayed by his side, waiting for his order. The team they had supposed to meet were slaughtered by an unknown B.O.W, something powerful. It tore through their men, splattering blood all over the corridors, limbs left behind feet away from their bodies. Fear and horror etched into the faces of dead men. It made Leon’s stomach churn that he had to bring his daughter into this. That one day, it may be her face on the floor, etched with such fear over empty, lifeless eyes. 

Leon would ensure that it would never come to that. As long as he still had breath in his lungs and blood in his veins, he would protect her at all costs. Even if it meant putting himself in the firing line. He promised himself that the moment he first held her in his arms, when those eyes looked up at him and he saw such light in them that even the sun itself could be jealous of. 

Shaking his head a little, Leon peered through the archway of a door and felt his breath hitch a little. Inside the room were containers secured to the wall ahead of them, filled with vials, each labelled with a serial number and a letter. These were viruses. Each and every one of them. 

“Oh my God...” [Name] spoke softly, her eyes wide with disbelief as they both walked inside carefully. Her eyes trying to process just how many vials there were there. “If any of these get into the streets...” Her voice trailed off, the idea of these viruses being released to the public made her shudder. How many would die? Even with every ounce of help, there was not a chance this could be stopped. Looking around, [Name] wasted no time in rushing over to the computer system, looking over the information. Whatever manufacturer this was, there was a chance there must be an way to destroy the samples here. 

Her fingers dancing along the keyboard, searching for anything of use before getting ready to destroy the samples, Leon staying close to cover her as she did. This all felt too.... easy. That irritating worry gnawed away more now, 

“Okay, I think I got it.” A low whirring hum of machinery was made as a series of mechanical arms began to move, row, by row, the samples were destroyed. [Name] turned to face her father, a warm smile on her lips, a sense of pride in her eyes. Leon’s lips twitched to mirror that smile until he heard something. A clicking sound. It was soft at first, like a clock ticking. 

Leon’s eyes widened in horror, realising the source of the ticking. Before he could even get a word out, a booming explosion burst forward, pulsing through the room with a powerful force, sending them flying into opposite directions. Leon crashed into a wall with a painful thud, his head smacking the wall hard and everything went black for a moment. 

The sun spilled through the curtains of the hospital room, pouring over one bed and one bed only. Anxiety knotted away at Leon as he slowly approached, the doctor closing the door behind him, giving Leon some space. His wife sat there, a bright yet tired smile on her face, small beads of sweat trickling down her skin but she didn’t care. 

In her arms was a bundled blanket, wrapped around the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes upon. Their daughter. 

“Isn’t she beautiful?” His wife asked, looking between him and their baby. Leon was speechless. No words could pass his lips as he simply looked at their baby. He sat down beside the bed. In all his life, he never imagined he would be a father. All the horror in his life, all the terrors he has witnessed and overcome, each a trial in its own way. All for this moment here. 

“She’s more than that.” He finally spoke, his voice so soft he almost didn’t recognise it himself. Slowly, his wife held the bundle towards him, and he almost refused. Worried that if he touched her, he might hurt her. The mere idea of anything awful befalling her made his chest tighten. 

“I won’t let anything happen to you, [Name]. I swear it.” He whispered, pressing his lips on her forehead gently. 

Thick smoke and the walls seemed to mix together for him for a moment, making it difficult to determine where he was looking. The back of his head felt slightly damp, with a shaky hand, he reached over and touched it, wincing at the shot of pain that came from the contact. Blood. All sounds around him were distant, far away as if he was underwater. There was something beeping somewhere, a vibrant red-light flashing but was clouded by the smoke. That must have been from the machine. 

Turning his head upwards a bit, he blinked the stars from his vision away to see the containment unit of the virus destroyed. Vials scattered about. Some shattered while some remained intact. Before his mind could wander elsewhere, a heavy thudding sound was heard, like footsteps, though they weren’t coming in his direction. They were moving away from him. 

Soft, pained sobbing caught his attention, sending a sharp shard of panic through his body, lighting up every fibre of his being. Beyond a fallen piece of machinery, Leon could just see [Name]’s hair, her body seeming to be trapped under a large piece of rubble. Panic surged through his body, gathering what little strength he had left as he tried to push himself up. He had to protect her. 

His legs were weak, shaky, but he moved forward. Adrenaline pumping through his veins as he grabbed his gun, his eyes locked on the thing approaching his daughter. The B.O.W. A large, hulking form twice the size of him, dark purple veins covering its entire body as they seemed to glow almost, its body twisted to a point it was almost unrecognisable as one being human. 

It tore the rubble off her like nothing, staring down at [Name]’s body as she tried to move back, tried to crawl away from him. The metal shard in her leg kept her in place, blood seeping below her. 

“Get the fuck away from my daughter!” Leon shouted, unleashing a flurry of bullets at the bioweapon, rage boiling within him, scorching his veins. The bullets seemed to almost bounce off the bioweapon’s thick skin, as it turned its head away from her and looked at Leon. Still, he held his ground, even as the bioweapon charged at him, raising its arm and striking his side, sending him flying through the air and crashing into the wall. A sharp snap was heard and a searing pain burned his back. His vision spun lightly, his mind processing the pulsing agony in his spine. 

“D-Dad!” [Name]’s voice was off to the side somewhere, thick with fear and concern that made his heart twist with discomfort. But he couldn’t move. His legs refused to obey him, his muscles heavy as he laid there, panting shallow breaths. His right hand still twitched, still responded to some degree. A vial, undamaged, rolled off the shelf and towards him. Leon looked at it, he watched the blackened liquid inside it swill and flow lightly, his mind focusing on one thought only. Carefully, his fingers reached out towards it, the tips brushing against the cold casing before he was able to grab it and pull it into his hand properly. 

He made a vow that day that he would do anything to protect his daughter. Even if it cost him everything. 

[Name] coughed, trying to push herself up again as she winced, looking up towards the bioweapon as it stood in front of her. Its eyes gazing down at her like she was nothing, an ant to be crushed beneath its foot. Tears welled in her eyes and she couldn’t help but tremble as a small, scared sob left her lips. It smiled at her before it took another step towards her but stopped. 

A strong force shook the ground below them before something pierced through the bioweapon from behind, latching a powerful grip enough to lift the creature into the air and slam it into the ground, making the floor crackle widely. Among the smoke and flames, [Name] saw something pinning the bioweapon down, a large, thick bladed tail swinging around the creature as it yanked the end from the bioweapon. Savage, twisted snarls left its throat as it slammed the monster into the ground again, a sickening split heard as the skull split open, spilling the contents of its head out onto the floor. But that didn’t stop it. It slammed the head again, and again, and again until there was nothing left but a mess of gore and piece of bones. 

Once satisfied with its carnage, the creature tossed the carcass aside before it turned to her. Fear coursed through her as she saw it approach her, yet, it was quickly snuffed out and replaced with a suffocating dread as light finally hit its face. Her eyes widened as more small tears trickled down her cheeks. 

“Dad...?” Among the blood on its face, beyond the grotesque mutations that corrupted its body, twisting it to almost beyond recognition, she saw those eyes. The locks of hair that still remained in place, if not damp by blood. A low chitter was heard, mandibles on the sides of its jaws opening up slowly, dripping with saliva as it looked at the girl. The savageness in those eyes shimmered violently and yet there was something else behind it, some flicker of humanity that was fighting to remain present, to not be overcome and consumed by the virus. 

“[Na....me]....” The vocals chords shifted, trying to form the word as if it was alien to it. But the eyes gave it away. Carefully, she shifted around to face it- no, her father- more and tried to stand up, ignoring the burning pain in her leg. 

“Y-Yeah, it’s me.... dad.” Her hand reached out slowly towards him, a light tremble shaking it as she did despite her best efforts. He looked at her hand before another rumble left his throat, the tail shaking lightly as it came back into view, the end twisted like a scorpion's sting almost. The sight of it dripping in blood and gore made her stomach churn but she pushed it down, keeping her eyes on her father. Slowly, her arms rose up and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling herself against him in a hug. 

“I-It’s okay, dad... I-It’s going to be okay.” 

In truth, [Name] was not sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. 

[merakiui]

Hii!! I love your Lunar Love Hotel event so much! I didn't see any mention of you closing the requests yet, so I hope they're still open! (Otherwise, feel free to delete this.)

I would really like Red Bean Mochi and Blueberry Muffins for Rollo? I adore the idea of him leaving one of those with just the most creepy undertones, and completely anonymous, because it's the only way he can sate these vile feelings for a little while :') But feel free to do whatever you want with the concept!

yandere!rollo flamm x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors, stalking, obsession, slightly morbid/dark thoughts note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

i. the diary of rollo flamm, in which you will find various love letter drafts and daily musings eloquently scrawled within perfumed pages.

𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 『1』

For the hour I remained in the café, you smiled a total of thirty-seven times, one smile per customer and one or two depending on coworkers you’re well-acquainted with. I would have counted your every laugh, every blink of your perfect, pretty eyes, but then that would be like counting your every breath, every heartbeat, and it would be impossible to come up with an accurate sum when you’re always so...alive. One breath could be two taken at once, and a single blink could simply be my own eyes shutting and opening before yours do. Therefore, it is impossible to truly quantify your every movement without looking completely, utterly, foolishly enthralled. 

I suppose this feeling is what you might call love. For all of the romances I have read and all of the romances I have witnessed in this city, whether intentional or not, the love I feel is not bitter or sweet like some might describe. It simply exists; it lights a crackling flame within the concrete hearth that is my heart. I should liken it to warmth—to linens fresh from the dryer or spiced mulberries or bright, dancing fire. It is comforting like the winter coat I don in order to combat this deathly chill. 

I have never felt this way before. 

Today, when I ducked inside to avoid the frigid snowfall outside, the bell above the door announced my arrival, and you were there at the register as always. You smiled at me, once when our eyes met and a second time when you had asked me how I was doing and I had said, “Cold.” You laughed, but I am not a comedian. I will not pretend to be one for your sake, but I appreciate your hospitality all the same. Your optimism, even if manufactured for the customer, is inviting. 

Perhaps you reserve such reactions for me?

I visit this café every Sunday at exactly 10:30 in the morning. It’s important to be methodical in every aspect of one’s life. Schedules are necessary; they create order and peace. I have visited so often that you know me as a regular. You know my name and how it’s spelled. You write your L’s slanted and your O’s pumpkin-shaped (most likely because Halloween is approaching and it’s your attempt at being festive, even if the O’s look more like obscure shapes than pumpkins). You look at me when I step over the threshold into a room of coffee-scented comforts and you say, “A warm croissant and a cup of classic espresso with milk and foam, right?” And I nod every time.

You know me well. I will know you even better. 

Your name tag reads (Name). It’s a lovely name. I could write lines of wonderful words describing the way it feels when I speak it to myself in front of a mirror or when I whisper it late at night as though it’s a secret. But I will not, as I am not usually very poetic, and that is a task suited for a poet, which I am not. 

Surely you have a surname. Most often do. However, in the event that you are lacking one or are not too fond of the one you currently possess, you are welcome to take mine.

𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 『2』

My first attempt at a love letter is as follows:

You are the warmth that melts icecaps and reshapes glaciers. No, not quite. Am I trying to compare you to the catastrophe that is global warming? Think romantically, Rollo. This is the City of Flowers, after all. Surely there are better phrasings...

You are melodious like the Bell of Salvation like the sweetest birdsong. You are warm and fluffy like a croissant. You are love incarnate. If I could pry you open rib by rib and live within your beating, blood-filled heart, we would be together forever. Bound eternally by flesh and blood.

These lines feel rather crude. How do romance authors capture the complexities of love so easily? Beautiful words come from the deepest pits of the heart, or so they all claim. The words I wish to tell you come from my very soul, yet I cannot seem to transcribe them here. Should I be direct? But then blunt honesty is not nearly as romantic as flowery prose.

Dearest, sweetest you,

For every smile you grant me, I live another year in good health. For every syllable of laughter and delight I hear, I feel inclined to give you the world, whether in ruins or not, if only to witness your happiness.

I suppose a start is a start, even if it’s a depressingly abysmal one. I hope this week passes fast. I’d like to see you as soon as possible for some much-needed inspiration and, of course, so I can watch you.

𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 『3』 

I arrived at the usual time, but you were too absorbed in conversation with a customer to notice me. I consider myself a fair, level-headed man, and for that reason envy is not usually an issue. But the casual manner with which that fool wrote their number on your arm, tattooing your perfect, pretty skin in sinful ink... You smiled and laughed with them, promising to call them after your shift, your perfect, pretty eyes ablaze with excitement or wonder or awe or... I’d much sooner poke them out with sewing needles than witness you fawn over numbers. I watched all of it from my place in line, gripping my handkerchief in such a tight fist my knuckles blanched. 

You should know jealousy makes a man like myself monstrous.

It’s important that I keep this diary to detail all of my innermost desires so that I won’t feel compelled to act on them. But in that moment I had wished that, if you were to receive a phone number, it would have been given to you on a piece of paper. Paper is easy to shred and discard and burn. It is not an easy feat to sever an arm from the elbow. 

But I can be patient, as I often am, so that you will come to love me in the same way I love you. 

I write this as I watch you flitting about behind the counter to prepare my espresso. I wonder if you ever catch a break. This café is quiet on Sunday mornings, but I’m certain it’s much more lively during the week. I wonder if it’s ever empty and you sit in here on your phone, waiting for something to happen. I wonder what positions you might like to try on the counter, the tables, the booth I’m sitting in...

I had to shut this diary momentarily when you came to deliver my order. Sometimes I wonder if you would share my sentiments on magic. I almost asked when we talked briefly. Your perfect, pretty fingers were drumming along the circular, silver tray as you looked at me, smiling your perfect, pretty smile. I asked if you were studying anything. You told me you were taking a gap year, and then you had asked if I was a journalist because, in your words, I am “always scribbling away with your nose in that book.”

I suppose I am, in some manner of the word. I smiled at you, sipping from my espresso, and said, “The subject I’m studying is very special. One-of-a-kind, you might say.” A poor excuse at flirting.

I am not a flirt, and I would never pretend to be one. I am genuine in all aspects of my life, especially when it comes to love. You must know this. 

You were going to ask me to elaborate, but the bell at the door announced the arrival of more customers and you drifted away from me with an apologetic smile. I caught sight of the number scrawled on your arm as you retreated. Magic could numb you well enough while I bring the blade down, so fast it will be but a mere flash. I should not cut your arm. I should not hurt you.

I should not love you to this extent. 

Like the Crimson Lotus, you are a vibrant, fiery temptation. I fear the contents of my chest have already been reduced to ash. 

𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 『4』

The Crimson Lotus requires adequate nutrients like any other flower, though such nutrients are distinctive to this species. Unlike normal blossoms, the Crimson Lotus is parasitic in nature, sustaining itself with magic. You might liken them to the average pest, whether human or insect, or a fire that will only grow when fed more fuel. I could compose an entire novel on cultivation techniques and facts. I could also set these flowers loose and watch them wreak havoc on the city. The students from Night Raven College will be visiting soon, with a certain Malleus Draconia being among them. I wonder if they’re fond of parting gifts, by which I mean parting with their oh-so-treasured magic.

I hope you aren’t a mage. If you are, I’m afraid I might have to hurt you.

Rambling aside, I shall try my hand at a love letter once again.

Dearest, sweetest you, 

You are the joyous scents and sounds of lively city streets, of bakers boasting fresh, fluffy bread, of florists flaunting floral arrangements in all colors and species, of townsfolk turning the city upside-down come festival time. You are the golden glow that befalls the land when the sun rises, and you are the silvery shimmer that swathes all who sleep under the moon’s watchful illumination.

You are the air I breathe. The air I need. You are the bell who should rightfully reside within the tower I will construct. The tower of my heart? The tower of true love? If I could climb inside your skin, I might come to know the real you.

Perhaps I should pick up another romance soon. I know nothing of poetry or love letters. 

𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 『5』

I followed you home today. 

I am a fair, level-headed man, and so for that reason I know not to cross the law. But can you possibly expect a man of my nature to remain lawful when he is in love? They say love should surpass all. Does this not include the law? Does this not include morals and standards? If love is so mighty and marvelous, then why might some label my actions wrong and wicked? Is this not just a form of protection?

I do not intend to scare you. I do not intend to make you feel unsafe. 

I followed you home today, and you did not notice. How could you when you had headphones on?

You live in an apartment on the third floor. If I counted correctly, you should be seventh or eighth from the entrance to the stairs, tucked neatly away near the end of the hall. Perhaps I should make a copy of your key so that I can immerse myself in your privacy. 

I am a fair, level-headed man, and so I will not steal anything. But if you do find something of yours has gone missing—whether a personal item or what you think is insignificant trash—I have merely borrowed it for my own use. I cannot promise whether I might return this borrowed item, but I can at least promise that it will be put to good use. 

I could construct a doll in your likeness. I would need clothing, perhaps hair, skin, teeth, a tongue to entwine around mine... That’s morbid, isn’t it? Fitting for Halloween, but grotesquely harrowing. A silent doll who resembles its human counterpart in all aspects but the vibrancy of life... I’d much rather have the real you than a patchwork doppelgänger. If I tried my hand at fashioning you from needle and thread, I would just create a corpse. There are artists who only paint pain and misery, hence why we now look at certain paintings and consider them cursed. I am not a poet or a doll-maker, so I will not write poetry and I will not stitch dolls together. 

I am not a villain.

The urge to knock on your door had seized me then, when I stood in the hall in front of what I assumed was your door, my fist raised in preparation to knock thrice. Superstition says that if you receive three knocks on your door or windowpane, someone you love will have been taken away by Death within three days, weeks, months. I suppose Death does not need to conform to time after which the three knocks have been granted. Well, I believe in no such things, and I am not Death. 

But you’ll certainly think I am when you can’t see me.

𝓔𝓷𝓽𝓻𝔂 『6』

Before I welcome the Night Raven College students, I visited you. You weren’t home. It was Sunday. 10:30 in the morning. I slid a letter under your door. Sugared thoughts are sealed inside with red wax. I’m not afraid to admit here that I am not entirely confident in my prose, hence why I’ve left it anonymous. I’ve penned the exact letter here for my sake, should I ever need to flip through these pages again to remind myself of the frustrations I conquered just to craft a single love letter. 

Dearest, sweetest you,

I have never felt this way before. When I spy you through the window, I feel as if the stars have aligned to fix the very fate which has led me to you. Your smile is invigorating; your laughter is an enchanting melody. Perhaps you reserve such reactions for me? In that regard, you know me well. I will know you better.

I am not a flirt, and I would never pretend to be one. I am genuine in all aspects of my life, especially when it comes to love. You must know this. Unfortunately, it’s saddening to see how easily you fall prey to simple pleasantries. Infuriating, almost. You should know jealousy makes a man like myself monstrous. But I can be patient, as I often am, so that you will come to love me in the same way I love you. 

Like the Crimson Lotus, you are a vibrant, fiery temptation. I fear the contents of my chest have already been reduced to ash. I should not love you to this extent.

I hope you aren’t a mage. If you are, I’m afraid I might have to hurt you, if only to show you right from wrong. I followed you home today, and you did not notice. How could you when you had headphones on? I do not intend to scare you. I do not intend to make you feel unsafe. I only wish to love from afar for now.

I am not a villain, but you’ll certainly think I am when you can’t see me.