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hi-i-wrote-a-thing-for-a-fanweek. day one — memories (although it also fits heroes from day 3 and alternative universe from day 6 so we can pretend I'm not extra late). anyway it's reincarnation/modern au emijulisuba where julius tries archeology and finds it very thoughts-inducing. it's also on ao3 but not translated. enjoy.

Julius doesn't particularly expect his application to be approved: an email titled "Re: Volunteers for excavations" finds him in the process of drafting a loose idea of his diploma topic for the next academic year, with a third glass of white-chocolate-and-lavender iced coffee and almost zero thoughts related to archaeology. That prevents him neither from nearly flooding the laptop with lavender-white liquid while making an incomprehensible sound in the middle of a cafe nor from packing up his things that exact day and buying a ticket to a luxury train compartment to Pristella.

When the raging greenery of the Red Sun peak sweeps past the window, he is overtaken by — the smell of clothes fresh out of the laundry and hand cream for sensitive skin, the hum of students and the clatter of thousands of keyboard keys, an oversugared pastry from the cafeteria, columns of calculations in front of his eyes, a discussion of master's courses — the question is: what is he even doing?

Objectively speaking, this is a good question.

Objectively speaking, this is a very good question, and Julius pushes it as deep as possible into the depths of his brain, drowns it out with the sound of wheels hitting the rails, crushes it with the weight of bags on his back, and suffocates it with the smells of dust and cigarettes from Priestella central station. By the time he frowns and tries to force his mind to merge the two-dimensional directions of the navigator in the phone with the three-dimensional chaos of the city, the question goes almost quiet.

Almost.

It must be said, the navigator is of little use. Before even boarding the train, Julius firmly rejected the idea of calling a taxi to the train station: how could you do excavations in a city that you refuse to see? He had to admit that by the eighth missed turn this thought lost some of its freshness.

(Trying to spot a noticeable supermarket from the map, he almost slams into a pillar covered with ads and vulgar stickers, and, dodging this unpleasant fate, miraculously avoids a collision with a scooter rushing at full speed — and for some reason, disappointment wakes up in his chest with unexpected force and for no particular reason. It even leaves him standing in disbelief for a few seconds: the depth of it is so strange and painful, like a cut wound.)

But, as they say, all's well that ends well.

"As they say, all's well that ends well," laughs Anastasia, the head of the excavations and a leading archaeologist, Julius searched the internet for her name: her field of study is Alec Hoshin, and the period of the foundation of Kararagi. "Ya haven't fallen into the canals, have ya? There were cases, I had to send them home. The water there isn't especially clean, wouldn't advise taking a sip."

Julius winces involuntarily, trying to overcome the wave of disgust. Anastasia studies him closely.

"How did ya end up here even?" she asks, kind of jokingly, casually, to keep up the conversation, but the depth of her gaze is a tell: she is serious. This is a type of question the answer to which determines the future — the type of question that, as his uncle explained, should be met with the best answer of all you have.

Julius replies:

"I don't know. "

The sunlight pours onto a roped-off piece of ground where they form a crowded circle — more like a square, sure, but that's not what matters. Julius's knees go weak, and he suddenly feels like a little rascal again, not taught to respect his elders. How can they stand over how — many centuries of history?

"It's nice to see everyone so captivated — and without a single swing of the shovel, wow," Anastasia laughs, and her voice rings with pride. "At this very place, four hundred and twenty years ago, one of the fights that decided the course of the battle for Priestella happened. Great timing, right? Everyone studied the battle for the Priestella at school, I hope, yea, I know, such a busy historical period, so many names, so many dates, but on the anniversary occasion, it doesn't hurt to refresh your memory. By the way, everyone remembers the briefing, I hope?"

The job — predictably enough — turns out to be dirty. There is something fascinating even about how quickly Julius gets covered in mud: he expected the gloves to lose their white in a matter of minutes, but the knees and elbows come as a surprise. Under the afternoon sun, a thick and sticky layer of sweat appears on his face, which, as Julius quickly realizes, should not be wiped with a dirty sleeve (and the decision not to cut the hair on his forehead begins to seem somewhat questionable), several times he has to push out the grains of sand gotten into his mouth with his tongue, his palm takes the shape of the handle of a trowel, and a sharp pebble gets into his shoe.

It's definitely not what he's used to—but when he looks at himself, covered in earth from head to toe, somewhere in his memory a thread stretches.

Maybe... no.

Father: in the middle of a garden black with moisture, planting seedlings in dirty old clothes and suddenly noticing Julius on the porch — he straightens up, waves at him, and smiles broadly.

That's what this memory is about.

"So this is what happens to children who were not allowed to play in the sandbox," a familiar voice is heard from the side when Julius takes a short break to get out of the excavation and do shoulder exercises. "I almost didn't believe my eyes. Would never have thought that you were capable of getting your hands dirty — like, on a physical level, I thought you would howl and turn into dust, you know, like a low-level monster from..."

"Subaru! It's very, veeery mean to say that!"

"That is, you agree with the content, but you are not satisfied with the presentation? Ha! Heard that, huh?

Sighing, Julius turns around.

"Subaru," glances from a t-shirt with a stupid print to a ribbon with flowers woven into a braid, "Emilia, what an unexpected meeting. Glad to see you."

Is he glad? He is not entirely honest, and this is gnawing at him: it is unfair to treat good friends like this, especially from the university where he will return in the Yellow-Sun anyway, but an obscure annoyance rises in his chest. As if they had done something wrong — as if they had...

Although — he does has the right reason for that.

"But what are you doing here?"

"Hey, hey, are you pointing fingers?!"

"We are here on vacation! T-together, that is. "

"E-emilia-tan!"

Julius allows himself a restrained — and maybe slightly teasing — smile.

"Is that so? Have a good time. But I meant," having lost the internal struggle, he stoops to the Subaru level and points his finger at where they are all standing, "right here. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the excavation area."

Subaru blushes rapidly and amusingly:

"Eh! .. is that so... oh."

"Oh," Julius nods, with the most serious face possible.

"Truly — oh!" Emilia gasps, also blushing. "Julius, we are so sorry!.. Subaru, you said we were positively definitely going the right way this time!"

"We were! — Subaru retorts, but the fire is lost. — Up until some point."

"I'm sorry again, we're already leaving, I hope we didn't break anything important!" Emilia shouts as she walks, pulling Subaru by the sleeve with the tenacity of a bulldozer: it's amusing to observe, for fairness' sake. Just before disappearing behind the corner, she turns for a second:

"Just in case, we will be glad to meet and have a chat sometime!"

And so she leaves.

The work is completed late in the evening, and the way to the three-and-a-half-star hotel is illuminated by the stars studying in the grayishly blue sky — and streetlights, of course. Fortunately, there are no channels lost in the dark on the way, but a hospital with a flickering sign comes across — which, he supposes, is rather convenient, but his insides get turned out by the urge to write to Joshua, which is ridiculous: it will ruin his sleeping schedule, and he was also so upset that he couldn't go with Julius, and so sincerely wished him to have a good time, and write to him now... Julius suppresses this urge firmly and even walks a few meters further with something like enthusiasm.

Each step, however, turns out to be harder than the past, his back and arms ache, the taste of dirt pervades his mouth, fatigue fills his bones with lead-like heaviness, and he can only hope for...

Well, it sure was a stupid hope.

A few days ago — when Julius, having found the hotel closest to the excavation site, patiently hung on the phone for twenty minutes, waiting for someone who could book him a room because he abandoned trying to figure out the interface of their sprawling website half an hour later — he had something like a romantic idea about a hidden underappreciated charm of small things in small hotels that the general public is picky about. Not that Julius had stayed in them previously: his uncle and aunt were meticulous about vacation planning and did not skimp on money, but the impeccable and faceless sterility of the five-star hotels they chose always repelled him. There had to be some kind of homeyness, he supposed. Some kind of soul, no matter how sentimental it sounds.

The lobby of the hotel he chose smells sickeningly of varnish, at the reception he is warned that there will be no hot water for the next three days, and the cold water in the shower barely hanging on the wall turns out to be rusty, dark spots appear on the ceiling on old wallpaper, and without glasses it is impossible to make out if it is mold, the wind is blowing from under the window frame, and this bed has probably the most uncomfortable mattress that Julius has ever lain on, and it doesn't help his back at all.

People tend to significantly embellish their fantasies about a way of life that they have never led, his uncle once said a long time ago. He didn't tell Julius this, Julius shouldn't have heard it at all, and it turned out otherwise almost by accident, and strictly speaking, he wasn't talking about his father, but Julius knew, knew that he meant his father, and even now this memory could ignite an unbearable heat in his chest and eyes.

But was his uncle wrong?

Julius has never expressed a desire to get a degree in history. He himself was aware of the absurdity of this idea: it was just a stupid childhood dream, pure fiction, sometimes floating through his subconscious when he allowed himself to entertain thoughts about some completely different reality with completely different circumstances. Here and now, someone had to inherit the family business, and Joshua would not be able to bear it, scientists are paid pennies, the work is thankless, and does he truly want to waste his talents digging in the ground?

Does he want to?

What is he even doing?

"Now you can't dodge the question," mumbles Subaru through a full mouth: Julius winces, and he makes a face in response, but swallows with effort and noise, allowing all patrons to watch a huge lump of food moving down his throat. "Spill the tea, why are you here, are you lost or something?"

The cafe on the corner where they squeezed in is small, but thankfully they managed to successfully occupy the seats. A cozy place that successfully combines the influence of Kararagi and Lugunika, with garlands, a chalkboard for customers — Subaru has already managed to write "E + S = ♡" there — an artificial tree in the middle of the room and paper lamps. The perfect cafe for the perfect "vibes" in photos for social media. Julius had spent many hours in places like these, typing his essays.

But now he can't get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth - he can't shake the thought: what was here a few centuries ago?

(He can’t help but feel a strange sense of déjà vu when he closes his eyes: as if he had already sat here once, meeting Emilia and Subaru, and the air between them was still filled with something unspoken.)

Pretending to be unperturbed, however, he shrugs:

"I've always wanted to participate in excavations."

"Boring answer," Subaru snaps. "Come up with something better."

Carefully sipping his coffee—caramel cream latte—Julius raises his eyebrows at him:

"What, lie?"

Subaru rolls his eyes:

"Who in their right mind will go to study management when they have at least some hobby more interesting than cramming the most effective formulas for sorting spreadsheets?"

"Someone has to sort the spreadsheets, Subaru," Emilia remarks. The barista drew a kitten on the foam of her coffee: she thoughtfully twirls a straw in her hands, trying to figure out a way to drink without spoiling the drawing. "And Julius is doing a great job at it."

It is easy for Julius to imagine his future life: many, many spreadsheets filled with numbers.

"Thank you, Emilia," he says tersely. Trying to deflect the conversation from himself, he strikes back: "And why did you decide to go to Priestella?"

Subaru is blushing again. The color floods on his face in a single wave. The skin from the forehead to the neck is all the same shade, so thick that it feels like an invitation to dip a brush into a soft cheek and paint a sunset landscape.

"Well, I mean, why not here? The city is beautiful, the weather is warm, and there's water here... And the atmosphere is like, you know!... Such... Very... yeah.

Julius gives him a knowing grin. Subaru hunched his shoulders, sending him a vicious look from under his brows.

"Subaru!" Emilia snorts into her glass of coffee — a blush rises on her cheeks and spreads gently to the tips of her ears — and the drawing distorts. She looks at it upset. "Well, there you go. "

Sadness, however, does not remain on her face for long: sighing, she takes a sip of coffee and, having tasted it, squints with satisfaction.

"But the city is reaaally very, very beautiful," she agrees, and her words reach Julius with a slight delay. "So... a little magical, I don’t even know how to explain it. You know, you come here for the first time, and it feels like... like you’ve finally returned. We left the station, on the other side, remember, where the old buildings and the arch are, and I looked at them and I... it probably sounds absurd, but it felt like I recognized them, although I’ve never even been here in my life! As if they��were waiting for me. Dreamlike, right? ...Do you know what I mean?

Julius doesn't immediately find the strength to nod and smile casually.

"Generally speaking, all the records we have about the battle for Priestella are incomplete and contradictory," says Anastasia, sitting right on the ground with a kind of simplicity that shows a habit. The excavation opens right at her knees, bathed in the evening dawn, and sometimes her gaze slips from the volunteers nearby to the ground that looks like a sliced layer cake. "Most sources of that time explain everything around them as witchcraft and magic, and it is extremely difficult to make out what actually happened, and in our case, we are talking about a clash of religious fanatics with the knights of Lugunica — who, as I hope everyone remembers, were credited with powers of divine origin... "

"The Last of the Saints," Julius blurts out. Disapproving stares thrust into him, and a heat washes over his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to interrupt, I... have read about him, and... don't pay attention, please continue. "

But Anastasia doesn't seem upset at all — on the contrary, she snorts and nods gravely:

"What an educated young man, watch and learn! Yea, that's right. In those days, by the way, he was simply called the "The Sword Saint" — from what we know, it should be assumed that the title was inherited until it ceased to exist, and as to why — history, as they say, is silent. By the way, there is an interestin' moment connected with the battle for Pristella: some sources mention the presence of two Saints of the Sword in the city at once, the Last and his predecessor — while other sources claim that they died many years before! That's right, history is always a bit about being detectives. If ya are attracted ta a sense of mystery, then you have come to the right place, I will tell ya for sure."

"So what's the answer?" one of the volunteers, blonde and with a detached face, speaks up. Her name is Silver or something like that, Julius can't remember exactly. "Was that predecessor there or not?"

Anastasia laughs:

"And for a sense of the answer, unfortunately, your path lies in the exact sciences! Many scientists fought about that one, and all to no avail. And, mind ya, some," Anastasia leans forward, and a conspiratorial gleam appears in her eyes, "some scientists believe that the dynasty of Sword Saints never existed at all!"

“How is that possible?” Julius blurts out – again condemning glances, but he almost doesn’t care: for some reason, his chest hurts as if it was pierced by a rusty sword.

"It is what it is," Anastasia shrugs, clearly pleased with the effect. — "Primary sources are inconsistent, there's a complete lack of records after the beginning of the Golden Revolution, which, I remind you, was also a revolution in a cultural sense, the power of the holders of the status is clearly exaggerated many times and attributed to magical powers: the Last of the Saints, they say, could throw a man to the sun with his bare hands, which, you must admit, is incomprehensible! Many historians hold the position that the Sword Saints were a legend and served in fact as a collective image of outstanding warriors of that time. Who knows, here we are digging up the site of one of the fights of the Last of the Saints, and it can have nothing significant there at all — this happens!"

And through his tight trousers, Julius feels acutely every pebble digging into his legs. He wants to object — he wants to argue — he wants to refute, but the knowledge gap is opened up to him by an archaeological dig: he is not a scientist, not a historian, he is an amateur, a student who receives a bachelor's degree in management next Red Sun, but for some reason is tormented by his own foolishness and goes to excavations.

The contradiction in the story should be like an incorrectly written formula, corrected with a few clicks. Simple movements that reduce everything to flawlessly grounded mathematics.

"Not for the first time even: the discrepancies in the number of participants in this battle are especially significant," Anastasia continues mercilessly. "The Eucliuses, for example: one of the famous historical chronicles, written after the fact, claims that two descendants of the then famous knightly family of the Eucliuses participated in the battle, who in fact had no heirs at all! A very controversial chronicle, in fact: by all indirect signs, it is authentic, but at the same time the lexicon used in it for its time period is completely uncharacteristic — it is still a very big subject of debate. "The truest story about the adventures of the humble support of the great heroine Emilia", you can search it in your free time, it's a very funny read."

(Julius has read it. He has read it.)

It must be stupid: at the age of twenty-two, to believe in fairy tales.

Julius doesn't.

Just sometimes — just sometimes — he wanted so badly that it almost felt like a white cloak was fluttering on his shoulders, a sword was weighing down his hip, and magic, bright in taste and smelling of past rain, trembled in the air with the movement of his hand.

"Hey," Subaru's fingers snap in front of his face, "how's the weather at the cloud your head's now in?"

Julius almost stumbles over the asphalt with the toe of his boot. He freezes.

"Hm. I'm sorry, I was just thinking."

"You almost fell down the steps, you idiot," Subaru hisses. "Think less, that's not what your face is so pretty for."

Blinking, Julius realizes that Subaru is right: the stairs start right in front of him, the steps leading to the canal embankment.

"Julius has a very multitasking head, Subaru, it's not nice to say such nasty things," Emilia pokes Subaru's cheekbone with a finger, looking instructively: he blushes and sulks. Then she looks at Julius with a worried look: "But you really should be careful. You can get so perilously hurt like that!

"Who in the twenty-first century says "perilously"...

"People who read actual books, not just teen comics, I think," Julius can't help himself, and this time Emilia's stern gaze turns out to be directed at him:

"And you too don't tease, Subaru reads books! Sometimes."

"Sometimes?! What do you mean "sometimes", do I need to read a book a day?! Emilia-tan, only posers who skip every other word read books at that pace, and in class, they just spit on the ceiling, don't be fooled by this show-off!.."

Julius raises his hands in defeat:

"Okay, well, I'm sorry. I wasn't going to question your intellectual abilities, Subaru. Strictly speaking, with my schedule... I'm afraid I read books only sometimes too."

"Exactly," Subaru snorts, folding his arms over his chest, but his face looks satisfied. He looks at Julius with an inquisitive look: "Well, what were you thinking about, thinker?"

Julius shrugs helplessly. They continue their walk: a boat sweeps past them along the canal, and one of the passengers throws the can overboard.

"Well, just how can they be so completely unashamed?" Emilia shakes her head ruefully; she is enrolled in the university's environmental community, Julius recalls.

They’re complete pigs,” Subaru agrees; Julius once caught him in the cafeteria picking up a glass and wrappers that had fallen past the trash can from someone’s tray during the previous break.

"I don't really know what I'm even doing," Julius shares.

"Huh."

"What do you mean?"

Belatedly, Julius realizes what he has said. They say that in the old days, the knights cut out their tongues when they realized that outrageous nonsense had come out of their mouths — it would be worth reviving this tradition, probably.

"Anyway, haha, never mind, don't worry about it, just some nonsense on my mind," he quickly tries to reduce the damage. It doesn't work - he can see it in their eyes that it doesn't work.

"Julius, what kind of nonsense can you have in your head?" With her eyebrows drawn together and her lips pursed, Emilia looks at him with pleading pity. "And if there is nonsense, then there is especially no need to keep it there since it needs to be released. What happened?"

"There are limits to perfection, huh?" Subaru tsks and twitches the corner of his mouth, then winces, looking at him with serious seriousness. "Come on, tell us."

"Nothing special, really, I'm sorry to bother you... " Julius sighs. "I study management. Instead of writing a draft diploma, I'm here in Priestella, digging in the ground. This is illogical. You're right. That's all."

"You like history," Emilia points out. "In my first year, you explained to me the entire genealogy of Astrea with an exact chronology."

"Eh?! And where I was at the time?"

"You hadn't transferred to us yet."

"Approximately the exact chronology, Emilia. I like history, but..." his lips crease involuntarily and tightly, "on an unprofessional level. There will be no career from this. This is childish at this point. "

"God, you sound like an old man. It's going to happen to me at twenty-two, too, huh?"

"Subaru!"

—Subaru," Julius finds the strength to just shake his head and doesn't even try too hard to hide his smile. "I... like history for... selfish reasons, I guess. Astrea... All those people... they went down in history for doing something important. Significant. Noticeable. No one remembers people for using the most optimal way to sort spreadsheets."

"Wow, you sure know how to cling to words."

"Learning from the best."

"So the point is that you want to go down in history, Julius?" Emilia looks into his face with her usual caring expression, and embarrassment fires up in his cheeks:

"Hmm," he pulls on the strands on his forehead, hoping to draw attention away from the skin tone, "with the way you said it, I look, perhaps, somewhat vain..."

"Well, you can't hide a cat in the bag... " Subaru parodies his gesture by twirling the short hair sticking out of his own hairstyle around his finger. "Hey, hey, Emilia, these are your words!"

"No, no, it's all right," Julius prevents Emilia's educational lesson that hangs in the air. "I really was quite arrogant as a child. I always dreamed of world fame... I don’t envy my family back then, to be honest. No, I didn’t want to become a great actor, or a great singer, or a great blogger, Subaru, thank you for your opinion,” this time he gets ahead of Subaru’s facial expression. “I wanted to be a great scientist — so that people like you could draw a mustache on my photo in textbooks, I guess.”

"Blatant slander! I have never been involved in spoiling public property in my life, I wasn't raised like that. "

"I'll try to believe it. But no, now I think I'm mature enough to realize that I'm not cut out for fame. I'm not that outstanding. "

"Julius!" Emilia gasps. "Don't say that, you're very, very talented, and smart, and handsome..."

I appreciate the support, but...” Julius purses his lips, “well, that’s the objective truth.”

Subaru stares at him for a long time in disbelief.

“I’d like to give you a good punch,” he drawls dreamily. “Why is it that you all have such bad self-esteem, huh? No matter who you poke, everyone thinks they were admitted to the university by mistake, but in reality, they belong under the fence. A-grade students! That’s so stupid.”

Now Emilia is looking at Subaru intently.

"The pot calling the kettle black, Subaru."

"Eh?! Eh, eh, don't drag me into this! I'm just, well, a foreign student!!"

Palms ache. Julius does not immediately realize the cause: his own nails dig into the skin.

"Have you ever thought about what will happen after death?"

"Julius, are you all right? If anything, I remember the suicide hotline number, just ask!"

"Well, I don't think a bore like you will go to hell if that's what you're talking about."

"No, I mean... in, say, a year. Five years. Decades. Centuries. Self-absorbed, I know, but I'm thinking about it more and more often — what will remain after me? What the fact that I lived, that I got this diploma, and finally went to these damned excavations can even change? Will anyone — anything — remember me at all?"

He stops — no, not even like that. Some unknown force is pulling him to stop, only there are no unknown forces in this world, and it must be all about Julius's subconscious, his treacherous subconscious, pulling him to search for something that does not exist.

The control tower stands in the middle of kiosks, cafes, bicycle parking, and crowds of tourists. Julius had read about them on the internet, in a scant article that omitted many details: an ancient mechanism once built to control the water level. Over time, it was replaced with modern technologies, and the towers were planned to be demolished — but after the protests were left as a monument.

It would be better if they were demolished, Julius thinks and is horrified by his own thoughts, but he cannot get rid of them. In the midst of the triumph of the twenty-first century, the building looks ugly. Out of place.

"Sometimes I like to imagine that I was born at the wrong time. Just like... this city, for example. He doesn't belong to modernity, have you noticed? It was built as an ambush for monsters — no one expected it to stand until the moment when we call them fairy tales." A queasy feeling spreads through the body. As if his skin was covered with saliva, sticky and viscous, smelling disgusting, and not even washing off with tar soap — even if you rip it off, because there is no more point in it. "I understand, though, that it is ambition that speaks in me. In the past, I would probably have disappeared from people's memory just as easily."

He imagines it clearly: the white cloak falling into a canal and dissolving in the water. Like in that video with the raccoon and cotton candy that Subaru once insistently showed him.

...Yes, Subaru really has a bad effect on his thought processes.

The culprit of the ridiculous associations examines his face with extreme skepticism.

"You're such an idiot. Like you can be forgotten so easily!" His index finger points accusingly at Julius's shoulder. "I can't forget your pretentious face even in my sleep, does that seem forgettable?!"

"Subaru-Subaru... That's just his way of comforting, don't get mad," Emilia hurriedly explains. "But you know, when everyone around knows your name, it's not always good. You don't even know what they're saying about you until it's too late, and then..." She bites her lip and shakes her head. "Your name will remain in history, but you will not recognize yourself in it. Isn't it better to do good just like that, without expecting fame in return? After all, the world gets a little better with every good deed — what do you need a personal signature for every change?"

Julius feels unbearably ashamed.

"I don't need it, of course. I'm just trying to say... Ordinary acts of kindness are not so significant... Hm, no, absolutely not, it sounded terrible, forget it, please. I probably want to say... after all, everyone can do them."

Emilia's lips form a bitter smile.

"But not everyone does."

Standing on tiptoes, she puts her hands on his shoulders—carefully, as if Julius is made of the most fragile glass—and pulls him into her arms.

A gurgle comes from Subaru's throat. Julius is afraid that now he will be pushed into the canal, but instead — the sounds do not stop — he is gently patted on the back.

"Don't try to save the world all at once, guys," Emilia says softly into his shirt.

Subaru lets out a laugh, nervous and inexplicable to Julius. He, however, wants to repeat it.

A cooing, pitiful sound begins in Emilia's chest. Her hot lips press against Julius somewhere behind his ear.

(And this is how the chronicle is written in the stars: that night, Julius does not return to the hotel. It feels like a a half-forgotten journey, made anew years later, where the unfamiliar becomes recognizable in one moment — where, a second before the hands intertwine, a non-existent old touch tickles and tears under the skin — and at the moment of contact everything comes together, as if a contradiction resolves. Perhaps this is the most historical of it all; perhaps humanity is connected to each other through the centuries by the clutch of hands.)

(And this is how the chronicle is written in the stars: in the "E + S = ♡" on a cafe chalkboard a narrowed "+ J" gets squeezed in.)

In the slow interval between day and dusk, when the sun has not yet touched the edge of the horizon, but its light reaches an evening viscosity of spilled honey, Julius's shoe — stepping on the cultural layer of the fifteenth century that was going to be left untouched — crunches an earring, and the heel sticks into the skull.

The entire skeleton is dug out faster than one might think, and with a tremulous reverence that suddenly makes Julius's chest ache: no matter how close they look, there are no remains of the coffin, no tombstone with a name, or any other trace of the grave. The tattered clothes on him are so torn that you can't tell the century they are from — but through them, you can see broken bones, dozens and hundreds, as if someone — of unprecedented strength — beat him for hours, crushed him with a huge boulder, or maybe dropped him from a great height.

"Come on, come on," Anastasia mutters, hastily flipping through the notes on her phone. "Museums will snatch up a find like this, I can tell it!"

Bending over the bones with a brush and an awl to clean the stuck soil, Julius feels inappropriately happy. He tries hard to convince himself that his eyes are watering from the setting sun.

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lifeofpriya · 6 months ago

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Could I have wrapping arms around the other's neck when standing behind them and reaching out with their hand without saying anything, wanting the other one to grab it first Jack Drapper please xx

hi anon! i've linked the fic with the other prompt here :)

The Quiet Moments

wc: 1.4k

You notice the way the light filters through the window blinds, casting a pattern of shadows across the floorboards. It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the house is filled with the scent of coffee and the faint hum of a distant lawnmower. You're in the kitchen, the room that's become your sanctuary since moving in with Jack. The counters are scattered with recipe books and Tupperware lids, a testament to your weekly meal prep ritual. You glance over at the clock. 2:45 PM. Jack should be home soon, finishing up his training session at the tennis courts.

As you stir the pot of chili, you can't help but think about how your relationship with Jack has evolved over the past year. From the awkward first dates to the silent moments of understanding that now pass between you, it's grown into something you cherish deeply. And then there's that one gesture of affection that never fails to warm your heart: the way you love to wrap your arms around his neck whenever you stand behind him. It's your silent declaration of support, a reminder that no matter what happens on the court, you're there for him.

The door swings open, and in strides Jack, his cheeks flushed from the workout, his hair a mess of sweat and sun. His eyes light up when they meet yours, and a tired smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "Hey," he says, his voice a little gruff from the exertion. You can't help but return the smile, setting the spoon down to walk over and greet him properly.

You wrap your arms around his neck, just as you've done countless times before, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath your fingertips. He leans into your embrace, his own arms circling your waist. For a moment, you're both lost in the comfort of each other's touch, the outside world fading away. His chest rises and falls with deep breaths, and you can feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours. The smell of sweat and sunscreen is oddly comforting, a scent that's become as familiar as your own.

Jack's grip tightens for a second before he pulls away, his eyes searching yours. "How was your day?" he asks, genuine interest coloring his voice. You recount the mundane details of grocery shopping and laundry, but he listens as if every word is a secret shared. His eyes never leave yours, and you feel a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the chili simmering on the stove.

He takes a step closer, his hand reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I missed you," he whispers, his breath tickling the sensitive skin on your neck. You lean into him, feeling the urgency in his touch. The kitchen, with its comforting aromas and familiar sights, fades into the background as you become lost in the intensity of his gaze.

Jack's thumb traces the line of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. "I need a shower," he says with a playful smirk, "but I'm starving." The spell is broken, and you laugh, stepping back to give him space.

"The chili will be ready in about 10 minutes," you tell him, your voice a little shakier than you intended. You turn back to the stove, giving yourself a moment to regain your composure. The bubbling pot releases a waft of spices into the air, and you stir it absently, watching the rich, red sauce thicken.

Jack nods, his eyes never leaving you as he walks to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. He twists the cap off and takes a long drink, his Adam's apple bobbing with each swallow. You can't help but appreciate the view, the way his T-shirt clings to his toned torso. The sound of the liquid hitting the bottom of the bottle echoes in the quiet kitchen.

"Need any help?" he offers, his voice low and rumbling.

You shake your head, smiling over your shoulder. "It's all under control," you reply, adding a pinch of salt to the chili. The sizzle it makes when it hits the hot pot is oddly satisfying.

Jack nods, setting the empty bottle on the counter. He leans against the fridge, his arms crossed over his chest, watching you with a mix of admiration and hunger. The silence stretches out between you, filled only with the comforting sounds of pans clinking and water running as you prepare a bowl of chili.

You ladle a generous portion into a bowl, the steam rising up to tickle your nose with the scent of chili powder and cumin. You carry it over to the table, setting it down with a gentle thud. "Why don't you sit?" you suggest, gesturing to the chair opposite you. He does, his eyes never leaving yours as you take your place.

As you both dig into the chili, the conversation flows easily, a mix of the trivial and the profound. You share your thoughts on the latest book you've read, while he recounts tales of his training sessions, the camaraderie and competition that fuels his passion for tennis. His enthusiasm is infectious, and you find yourself smiling, lost in his stories of aces and volleys.

Jack's eyes light up as he talks about a new strategy he's been working on, and you lean in closer, your elbows resting on the table. His words paint vivid images in your mind, the sound of the ball whipping through the air, the grunts of effort, the roar of the crowd. You feel a swell of pride in his accomplishments, in the dedication that's made him one of the best young players in the world.

As you both laugh over a shared joke, something shifts in the air between you, the laughter fading into a gentle silence. You reach across the table, placing your hand on top of his, feeling the warmth and strength of his calloused fingers. He looks up, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a moment, it's as if you're the only two people in the world.

Jack's hand turns over, and he threads his fingers through yours, holding on tightly. "Thank you," he says, his voice filled with more than just gratitude for the meal. It's a recognition of the quiet support you provide, the unspoken understanding that you're there for him, through the victories and the defeats.

You squeeze his hand in return, a silent promise to always be his rock. The warmth of his touch sends a comforting shiver up your arm, and you realize how much you've come to rely on these moments of connection. The kitchen feels cozy, a cocoon of love and comfort in the middle of a world that often seems too big and too fast.

As you eat, you notice the way the sunlight catches the flecks of gold in his eyes, making them sparkle like stars. His laugh lines are more pronounced when he's relaxed like this, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for the young man who's stolen your heart. You've seen the fierce determination in those eyes on the tennis court, the steely glare as he fights for every point, but here, in the quiet of your home, they're soft and full of life.

Jack tells you about his coach's advice from this morning, the subtle adjustments he's working on in his serve. You nod along, not fully understanding the technicalities, but knowing how much it means to him. You've learned the lingo over the months, the nuances of his sport, because it's part of who he is, and you want to share in his passions.

As you listen, you feel a sense of belonging, a piece of you fitting perfectly into the puzzle of his life. The kitchen, with its worn wooden table and mismatched chairs, becomes more than just a place to eat. It's a space where you both recharge, where you share the highs and lows of your days, and plan for the future.

Jack's hand moves from yours to rest on your thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles through the fabric of your jeans. The simple touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, a reminder of the passion that simmers just beneath the surface of your everyday life together. You lean in, your foreheads touching, and you breathe him in. The scent of his sweat and the faint tang of the chili mingle in the air, creating a scent that is uniquely "you and Jack.

He sighs contentedly, his eyes closing for a brief moment. "I love you," he murmurs, the words warm and sincere. You smile, feeling a rush of emotion that you can't quite name.

"I love you too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. It's a declaration you've made countless times before, but it never loses its power to make your heart swell.

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Is this RSD, am I too sensitive or are people just mean in general?

It doesn't matter how much I accomplish, people still shit on me. Today alone, I was told by my daughter that she'll be a better mom than me. Admittedly she's 8 so this shouldn't bother me and at first it didn't. She wasn't even mad at the time; we were playing with Legos and having a good time.

Then, my son wanted to take a drive just me and him which I think is sweet. So we drove around country roads and had some nice conversations. He said he couldn't talk to me a lot at home because his sister interrupts all the time. Then, when we were about to be home, he said he knew about a really cool science thing, but I wouldn't understand it because I'm bad at math. I kind of paused and asked some nonchalant, non-leading questions, and apparently he was talking with his dad who for some reason in addition to telling his son about this cool science fact, found it necessary to inform my son that his mom won't understand it like the two of them do because she's bad at math. My son is in the fifth grade, I'm sure whatever math level he understands, I could manage.

Then, while I was internally patting myself on the back for making some excellent homemade caesar dressing for the first time, I heard my ex bf/roommate start the clothes washer, so I ran over and asked him not to wash my favorite hoodie which was on top. He hadn't because he thought it was clean. He asked me why I didn't want it in the washer, so I told him there's melted chocolate all over the front from when I got the munchies a few days ago and microwaved a smore with dark chocolate. I was high and also didn't realize the chocolate was liquid when I bit into it.

He rolled his eyes, then looked at me exasperated and said "God, you're such a messy eater!" This mother fucker doesn't clean up after me or do my laundry, and he's constantly making fun of me for dumb shit that's none of his business. Oh, and I pay all the fucking bills and do all the grocery shopping and cooking. It's never good enough.

Idk man, these three examples of how I'm a fuckup all in one afternoon just killed my mood for the day

I'm trying to grow thicker skin but it doesn't work all the time. If I let my guard down, people who I care for hurt me.

The kids are just kids, they're bound to say things that are insensitive sometimes, but jfc I'm trying my best here.

#advice #parenting #relationships #adhd rsd #rsd things

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Bedding should be washed in higher temp water, and ideally line dried in the sun.

A quarter cup of white vinegar in the fabric softener dispenser (or tossed in during the rinse if you’re lucky enough to have an older washing machine without a locking lid) will soften clothes without damage and without residue.

Do not use fabric softener or dryer sheets on towels - they work by coating the fibers of your clothing, which makes them less absorbent.

Powdered laundry detergent is the best bang for your buck - liquid detergent has added water, and the pods are waaaaay too pricey + added water. A couple tablespoons of powder detergent and maybe a tablespoon of borax or washing soda will clean even the dirtiest of clothes.

Dry on the lowest heat possible for most clothing - low to medium is really all you need for anything but bedding - and line dry as much as possible. This will extend the lifespan of your clothing.

You don’t need a fancy lingerie bag for bras or delicate panties, either - just use a cheap cotton pillowcase and tie a knot to close it. This is especially important for bras, to keep the clasps from catching on other clothes in the wash.

If you have allergies or sensitive skin, the most important thing is to eliminate dye and fragrance from your detergent.

Heat sets protein - use cold water on blood or egg stains, and don’t put bloodstained clothing in the dryer.

If your whites are yellowing or look dingy, use laundry bluing - you can find it in the laundry aisle, and a little bit goes a loooong way.

If you starch your shirts, you’ll need to wash them in warm water to help break up the starch.

To quote UFYH - laundry, like dishes, has three steps. Wash, dry, and put away. How you store your clothing also affects its lifespan. Don’t fold clothes too tightly, use the widest hangers you can afford (smooth, thick plastic if you’re broke, wood if you aren’t), and don’t cram too many clothes in drawers. If you have wire or particle-board drawers, line them with packing paper before putting your clothes in them. This will help keep things from snagging and also help prevent the clothes from absorbing odors from the furniture. Heavy clothing and most knit fabrics should be folded, not hung, to keep them from distorting.

If the label says “dry clean only” and the garment has enclosed seams (lined jackets or waistcoats), do not attempt to wash it at home. It needs to be dry cleaned.

If the label says “dry clean only” and the garment is made of wool, you can probably hand wash in cold water and lay it flat to dry - but you’ll need to make sure you can reshape the garment before it dries.

If the label says “dry clean only” and the garment is made of silk, do not attempt to wash it at home. It needs to be dry cleaned.

If the label says “dry clean only” and the garment is made of linen, cotton, or polyester, you can likely hand wash it in cold water and lay it flat to dry. Linen, especially, is a really tough fiber. Linen bedsheets can be boiled safely, though it isn’t truly necessary.

Even cheaply made fast fashion clothing will last you several years with proper care. Quality thrifted items from the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s will last you another few decades, at least.

hey. listen. when you use too much detergent in your laundry you aren't making your clothes cleaner, you are making them degrade faster. the machine isn't able to rinse out the entire cup of soap you put in, so some of it is left in the fibers of your clothes. when they dry this makes the fabric stiffer and more brittle, so the fibers are more likely to erode and break. over time this makes your clothes wear out much faster than if they were properly rinsed with minimal soap. you are wasting money by overusing detergent, not just on the detergent itself but the clothes you are shortening the lifespan of.

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Best Baby & Family Care Products Available for Online Purchase

Caring for your baby and family requires high-quality, safe, and effective products. Whether it’s diapers, baby food, skincare, or first aid supplies, online shopping makes it easy to find everything you need with great deals and fast delivery. This guide covers the best baby and family care products available online and where to buy them.

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1. Baby Essentials: Must-Have Products for Newborns & Toddlers

A. Diapers & Baby Wipes

✔ Disposable Diapers – Pampers, Huggies, MamyPoko ✔ Cloth Diapers – Eco-friendly, reusable options like SuperBottoms ✔ Baby Wipes – Water-based and fragrance-free options like Himalaya, Johnson’s

🔗 Best Places to Buy: 🛒 Amazon, Walmart, FirstCry, Flipkart, Daraz, Chaldal

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✔ Baby Lotion & Moisturizer – Johnson’s, Cetaphil, Sebamed ✔ Baby Shampoo & Body Wash – Aveeno, Himalaya, Mustela ✔ Baby Powder & Rash Cream – Burt’s Bees, Desitin, Mamaearth ✔ Baby Oil & Massage Cream – Coconut oil, almond oil, Baby Dove

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💡 Tip: Choose organic cotton for baby clothes to prevent skin irritation.

E. Baby Gear & Travel Essentials

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2. Family Care Products: Must-Have Items for Every Household

A. Personal Hygiene & Skincare for the Family

✔ Body Wash & Soap – Dove, Nivea, Cetaphil ✔ Shampoo & Conditioner – Head & Shoulders, L’Oréal, Pantene ✔ Toothpaste & Mouthwash – Colgate, Sensodyne, Listerine ✔ Deodorants & Perfumes – Nivea, Axe, Fogg

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💡 Tip: Buy combo packs for extra savings on family hygiene products.

B. Health & First Aid Essentials

✔ First Aid Kit – Band-aids, antiseptic cream, gauze ✔ Pain Relievers & Cold Medicine – Paracetamol, Ibuprofen, Vicks ✔ Thermometers & Oximeters – Digital and infrared options ✔ Multivitamins & Supplements – Vitamin C, omega-3, calcium

🔗 Best Places to Buy: 🛒 Amazon, Walmart, Apollo Pharmacy, 1mg, Chaldal

💡 Tip: Store first aid kits in a dry and easily accessible place.

C. Home Cleaning & Hygiene Products

✔ Disinfectant Cleaners – Dettol, Lysol, Mr. Clean ✔ Laundry Detergents & Fabric Softeners – Tide, Ariel, Comfort ✔ Dishwashing Liquids & Sponges – Vim, Pril, Scotch-Brite ✔ Air Fresheners & Home Fragrances – Glade, Air Wick, Ambi Pur

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D. Kitchen & Storage Essentials

✔ Food Storage Containers – BPA-free plastic, glass containers ✔ Cookware & Utensils – Non-stick pans, ladles, spatulas ✔ Electric Kettle & Blender – Philips, Havells, NutriBullet ✔ Grocery Staples & Bulk Items – Rice, flour, cooking oil, spices

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💡 Tip: Choose airtight containers to keep food fresh longer.

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💡 Tip: Sign up for Amazon Prime, Walmart+, and BigBasket Star for free shipping and exclusive discounts.

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✔ Use Coupons & Cashback Apps – Check RetailMeNot, Honey, GrabOn for discount codes. ✔ Buy in Bulk – Get extra savings on large packs of diapers, toiletries, and food staples. ✔ Subscribe & Save – Amazon, BigBasket, and Flipkart offer auto-delivery discounts. ✔ Compare Prices – Use Google Shopping & PriceDekho to find the lowest prices. ✔ Look for Free Shipping – Many stores offer free delivery on minimum orders.

Final Thoughts: Make Baby & Family Care Shopping Effortless!

Ordering baby and family essentials online in 2025 is the smartest way to shop. Whether you need diapers, personal care products, groceries, or first aid supplies, online shopping offers:

🚀 Better prices & discounts than physical stores 🚀 Fast home delivery – Same-day or next-day options 🚀 Wider variety – Choose from multiple brands 🚀 Hassle-free shopping – No long queues or heavy lifting

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The Future of Laundry: Embracing Non Toxic and Eco Friendly Solutions

Laundry is a household chore that often goes unnoticed in discussions about environmental impact. However, traditional liquid and powder detergents contain harsh chemicals that not only affect fabrics but also pollute water systems. Many consumers are now seeking alternatives that clean effectively without harming the planet. One such innovation is Non Toxic Laundry Detergent Sheets, which offer a sustainable and efficient way to wash clothes. These sheets dissolve completely in water, eliminating the need for plastic packaging and reducing chemical exposure in laundry routines.

Why Traditional Laundry Detergents Are Harmful

Conventional laundry detergents contain synthetic fragrances, phosphates, and harsh surfactants that can cause skin irritation and environmental damage. These ingredients contribute to water pollution and disrupt aquatic ecosystems. Additionally, the plastic jugs and containers used for liquid detergents add to the global waste crisis. Switching to Non Toxic Laundry Detergent Sheets provides a safer alternative for both personal health and the environment. These sheets are biodegradable, lightweight, and free from harmful chemicals, making them a preferred choice for eco-conscious households.

How Non-Toxic Laundry Detergent Sheets Work

Unlike traditional detergents that require measuring and pouring, laundry sheets come in pre-measured strips that dissolve easily in both hot and cold water. These sheets produce minimal foam but still provide deep cleaning action. The plant-based enzymes break down stains and dirt effectively, leaving clothes fresh and soft. Eco Washing Sheets are designed to be tough on stains while being gentle on fabrics, making them ideal for individuals with sensitive skin or allergies. Their concentrated formula ensures thorough cleaning without leaving behind chemical residues.

The Environmental Benefits of Eco Washing Sheets

One of the biggest advantages of switching to Eco Washing Sheets is the reduction in plastic waste. Traditional detergent bottles contribute to landfill overflow and take hundreds of years to decompose. Laundry sheets, on the other hand, come in recyclable or compostable packaging, significantly lowering the carbon footprint. Additionally, their lightweight nature reduces transportation emissions compared to bulky liquid detergents. By choosing this sustainable alternative, consumers play an active role in minimizing plastic pollution and promoting a healthier planet.

Cost-Effectiveness and Convenience

Many consumers assume that eco-friendly products are expensive, but laundry sheets are a cost-effective option in the long run. A single sheet is sufficient for a full load, preventing overuse and detergent waste. Unlike liquid and powder detergents, these sheets do not spill or create mess, making storage easier. The compact design is especially beneficial for small living spaces, such as apartments and dorms. Eco Washing Sheets also simplify travel packing, as they eliminate the hassle of carrying bulky detergent bottles and meeting liquid restrictions for air travel.

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iktaaromaticsmanufacturers · 6 days ago

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Best Fabric Care Products Suppliers in India | Ikta Aromatics

Fabric care is an essential part of daily life, ensuring that our clothes remain fresh, clean, and long-lasting. From detergents and fabric softeners to stain removers and fragrance boosters, high-quality fabric care products are crucial for maintaining fabric integrity and extending garment life. If you are searching for the best fabric care products suppliers in India, Ikta Aromatics stands out as a trusted name in the industry.

About Ikta Aromatics

Ikta Aromatics is a leading manufacturer and supplier of premium fabric care products in India. With years of experience in the essential oils and natural chemical compounds industry, the company specializes in producing eco-friendly, high-performance fabric care solutions for businesses, brands, and bulk buyers.

Their commitment to quality, innovation, and sustainability has made them a preferred partner for companies looking to enhance their product offerings in the fabric care segment. Whether you need custom formulations, private labeling, or bulk orders, Ikta Aromatics ensures top-notch solutions tailored to your needs.

Why Choose Ikta Aromatics for Fabric Care Products?

High-Quality Ingredients Ikta Aromatics sources the finest essential oils, plant-based surfactants, and biodegradable ingredients to create safe and effective fabric care solutions.

Eco-Friendly and Sustainable Solutions The company is committed to sustainability, ensuring that their products are biodegradable, cruelty-free, and free from harmful chemicals like phosphates and sulfates.

Advanced Formulations Their team of experts develops innovative fabric care formulations that deliver superior cleaning, long-lasting fragrance, and enhanced softness while protecting fabric fibers.

Customization and Private Labeling Businesses looking for custom formulations and branding solutions can rely on Ikta Aromatics for tailored products that meet their brand’s unique requirements.

Trusted by Leading Brands Many well-known brands and businesses across India trust Ikta Aromatics for their fabric care product needs, thanks to their consistent quality and reliability.

Range of Fabric Care Products Offered by Ikta Aromatics

Ikta Aromatics provides a wide range of fabric care solutions, catering to different needs in the household and commercial sectors.

1. Fabric Detergents

Liquid Detergents: Gentle yet powerful cleaning solutions for different fabric types.

Powder Detergents: Effective in removing tough stains and keeping clothes fresh.

Plant-Based Detergents: Environmentally friendly formulas made with natural surfactants.

2. Fabric Softeners

Liquid Fabric Conditioners: Helps maintain fabric softness and reduces static cling.

Scented Softeners: Infused with long-lasting fragrances for a refreshing feel.

Hypoallergenic Softeners: Perfect for sensitive skin and baby clothes.

3. Stain Removers

Pre-Wash Stain Removers: Powerful formulas that break down tough stains before washing.

Oxygen-Based Cleaners: Gentle yet effective stain removal without damaging fabrics.

Oil & Grease Removers: Designed to tackle stubborn stains on clothes.

4. Fragrance Boosters

Essential Oil-Based Fabric Fresheners: Adds a pleasant scent to clothes without harmful chemicals.

Laundry Scent Beads: Infused with natural fragrances that last for days.

Spray Fresheners: Quick and easy way to refresh clothes between washes.

5. Specialty Fabric Care Products

Wool & Delicates Wash: Gentle care for silk, wool, and other delicate fabrics.

Anti-Bacterial Laundry Additives: Helps remove germs and bacteria from clothes.

Color Protect Detergents: Prevents color fading and preserves vibrancy.

The Importance of Choosing High-Quality Fabric Care Products

Using high-quality fabric care products is essential for several reasons:

Prolongs Fabric Life: Protects fibers from damage, maintaining their softness and strength.

Enhances Hygiene: Ensures proper removal of dirt, bacteria, and allergens.

Preserves Colors: Prevents fading and maintains the vibrancy of clothes.

Eco-Friendly Benefits: Reduces water pollution and environmental impact.

Better Fragrance Retention: High-quality fragrances ensure long-lasting freshness.

By choosing Ikta Aromatics’ premium fabric care solutions, you ensure better fabric protection, superior cleaning, and a sustainable laundry routine.

Ikta Aromatics: Trusted Partner for Businesses and Brands

If you are a brand, retailer, or business looking for reliable suppliers of fabric care products in India, Ikta Aromatics is the right choice. Their expertise in custom formulations, contract manufacturing, and private labeling allows them to cater to the specific needs of businesses in the laundry and home care industry.

Services Offered for Businesses:

Bulk Supply of Fabric Care Products

Custom Formulation Development

Private Label and OEM Services

Eco-Friendly and Sustainable Solutions

Innovative Packaging and Branding Support

Why Businesses Trust Ikta Aromatics?

High-Quality Manufacturing Standards

Cost-Effective Solutions for Bulk Orders

Timely Delivery Across India

Research-Backed, Innovative Formulations

Conclusion

When it comes to choosing the best fabric care products suppliers in India, Ikta Aromatics stands out for its premium quality, eco-friendly formulations, and industry expertise. Whether you need fabric detergents, softeners, stain removers, or fragrance boosters, Ikta Aromatics provides customized, sustainable, and high-performance solutions tailored to your needs.

For bulk orders, private labeling, or custom formulations, contact Ikta Aromatics today and experience the best in fabric care solutions!

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Bath Soap manufacture in india

The Indian bath soap manufacturing industry as per recent statistics is presently valued at $3.98 billion. The projected CAGR through 2029 is 7.1 percent.

Eco-friendly bath soaps have significantly contributed to India’s growing bath soap market. Made from natural and herbal ingredients, these soaps have brought about a paradigm shift in the bath soap segment. There are a diverse range of bath soap manufacturers in India. They include traditional and herbal soap makers.

INDIA’S TOP 10 BATH SOAP MANUFACTURERS

The following show the list of India’s top 10 bath soap manufacturers.

CHARKHA DETERGENT AND SOAP

Maker of the highly popular Duke Soaps, it’s among leading bath soap manufacturers in India.

Eco-friendly, natural ingredients. All soaps are made from biodegradable substances, like natural oils and herbs. They are gentle on the skin.

Gentle, yet effective cleaning. Charkha Soaps offer a mild yet thorough cleaning experience, suitable for sensitive skin.

Pleasant fragrance. Fresh, soothing fragrance leave a lingering smell of clean body odor.

Range of soaps. From Ayurvedic & Herbal Bathing Soaps to Laundry Bar Soap, Liquid Dishwashing Soap, Liquid Detergent Soap, etc.

Rich brand legacy of over 30 plus years of quality and innovation.

HINDUSTAN UNILEVER LTD

It has been a trendsetter across categories in many ways.

Sustainable ingredients. Catering to diverse skin needs, they ensure a pleasing bathing experience.

Personalization for every bath soap type. It caters to almost all skin types and concerns.

Range of bath soaps. These include Lux, Lifebuoy, Dove, Pears, Hamam, etc. Their skin-friendly properties and rich fragrance have made them household names across India.

Policy of committed sustainable sourcing and eco-friendly practices. HCL continually improves its product formulations.

Brand Trust and Heritage. This combines with a reputation for exceptional quality, and ability to cater to diverse skin needs.

GODREJ CONSUMER PRODUCTS LID

A well-established name, it has a strong foothold in the bath soap manufacturing sector.

High-quality ingredients including natural oils and nourishing elements. They nourish and protect the skin.

Innovative, long-lasting fragrances. They ensure a refreshing bathing experience.

Skin care focus. Ingredients like Glycerin, etc keep the skin soft, smooth, and hydrated.

Trusted bath soap brand. Rich legacy of over 120 years.

Range of bath soaps. Like Godrej No 1, Cinthol, Godrej Protekt, etc. Their affordable price range and high quality has helped garner significant market share.

DABUR INDIA

It’s among the most trusted and well-known bath soap brands.

Natural ingredients. Uses herbal and plant-based elements. Like Neem, Honey, Rose, Aloe Vera, and varied essential oils.

Focuses on Ayurvedic-inspired formulations. They give a refreshing cleans and nourishment.

Known to use herbal ingredients and natural skincare properties. This makes their soaps suitable for all skin types. They include even sensitive skin.

Maintains a good stable of popular bath soaps. Like Dabur Vatika, Dabur LAL Soap, Dabur Neem, Dabur Rose, etc. They Include therapeutic properties. Helps to nourish and protect the skin for a luxurious bathing experience. Provide natural aroma.

KAMA AYURVEDA

It’s a premium herbal brand, best known for quality skincare products including bath soaps.

100 percent Natural Ingredients. Like, Organic Coconut Oil, Aloe Vera, Neem, Sandalwood, Saffron, Turmeric, and more. They ensure gentle, effective care.

Proven Ayurvedic Formulations. Each Kama bath soap is formulated. They help balance the skin’s natural elements with therapeutic benefits.

Skin Nourishment. Soaps contain nourishing oils and plant-based extracts. They hydrate and replenish the skin. This help keep the skin soft, smooth, and deeply moisturized.

Sourced sustainably. Ingredients are ethically sourced. This ensures the bath soaps are biodegradable for a luxurious, holistic bathing experience.

MARICO LIMITED

Another prominent bath soap manufacturer in India, its bath soaps collection promotes sound skin health.

Natural ingredients gentle on the skin. Like Essential Oils, Herbs, & Botanical Extracts. They nourish and hydrate the skin. At the same time, ensure a refreshing bathing experience.

Skin-care focus. All soaps are dermatologically tested and free from harsh chemicals.

Enriched with essential oils and vitamins. They cater to consumers who prioritize skin care as well as hygiene.

Refreshing fragrance. Infused with pleasant scents that linger through the day.

Range of bath soaps. Like Saffola Skin Naturals, Parachute Advansed. They contain nourishing elements. This help to moisturize and replenish the skin; and ensure after every wash they stay soft and healthy,

Trusted Brand Legacy of reliability and high standards

SHAHNAZ HUSAIN GROUP

The group is best known for bath soaps that uses proven Ayurvedic ingredients.

Uses proven Ayurvedic Formula.

Maintains a holistic approach to skincare. The focus is on healing, softening, and protecting from environmental damage the skin.

Contains herbal ingredients. Like Aloe Vera, Rose, Essential Oils, etc. They promote healthy skin and provide nourishment.

Gentle on skin. Ingredients soothe and protect the skin while cleansing. They are suitable for sensitive skin types.

Anti-aging and Skin Rejuvenation. They reduce blemishes, and rejuvenate the skin.

Bath soap products from a brand associated with high-end luxury Ayurvedic Beauty products.

HIMALAYA HERBALS

A popular bath soap manufacturer, it uses natural ingredients beneficial for the skin.

Adopts gentle, non-drying formula. This makes their soaps suitable for all skin types.

Uses traditional herbal ingredients. Like Neem, Aloe Vera, Olive Oil, and Turmeric.

Offers anti-bacterial and soothing properties. They leave the skin feeling fresh, smooth, and healthy.

Cleanses and moisturizes the skin. Soaps also soothe and nourish the skin.

Provides a pleasing bathing experience. They support skin’s health and the environment.

Has a reputation for offering natural and gentle care.

MARGO (EMAMI)

A legendary bath soap brand under EMAMI, it is hugely popular.

Adopts Neem-based formula, ensuring anti-bacterial and anti-fungal properties.

Rinses and purifies the skin. They prevent irritations and infections; and remove dirt. It also treats blemishes and impurities. This helps promote a clear complexion.

Contains natural ingredients. It especially suits those with sensitive skin.

Traditional and trusted soap brand with a decade’s plus market presence.

Affordable that is value for money and good skin health.

BAJAJ NOMARKS

Its range of bath soaps caters to oily, dry, and sensitive skins.

Worthy bath soap product from the famed BAJAJ Group.

Enriched with natural ingredients. Like Neem, Turmeric, and other herbs known for their skin-healing properties.

Uses unique formulation. They reduce dark spots and blemishes. This ensures a smoother and clearer skin tone.

Cleanses and works on skin marks. They give a more even complexion.

Tested for skin compatibility and quality. This ensures they meet desired standards for skin hygiene and nourishment.

TIPS FOR CHOOSING THE RIGHT BATH SOAP

Choose for maintaining a healthy skin the right bath soap.

Selecting the wrong choice can create issues.

It can affect everything. That is, from hydration to overall skin health.

There are several options available. You can surely find one that meets your specific needs. However, finding the perfect choice can be overwhelming.

By considering certain factors, you can make a well-informed choice.

KNOW YOUR SKIN TYPE

Your skin type is critical. Different bath soaps cater to different skin types. Like oily, dry, sensitive, or combination skin.

OILY SKIN: Look for soaps containing ingredients like charcoal or tea tree oil. Removes excess oils. Cleanses deep into the pores without clogging them.

DRY SKIN: Go for moisturizing soaps. Ensure they contain natural oils. Like Shea Butter, Coconut Oil, etc. They help Lock into the skin moisture. Keep the skin hydrated.

SENSITIVE SKIN: Non-irritating ingredients is essential. Ingredients like Calendula, Cat Extract, or Chamomile. They can Be soothing. Help avoid redness or itching.

Combination Skin: Mild soap with a balanced formula. The soap hydrates without leaving the skin greasy.

CHECK THE INGREDIENTS

Soap’s ingredients play a vital role. They have an impact in how your skin will react.

Some ingredients can be irritating. They can also be drying. Likewise, other ingredients are nourishing and soothing.

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