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keesdarlin · 4 months

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☆// take care of you (MDNI, 18+)

info! 141 + keegan + könig / fluff, established relationship (?) + gender neutral reader

cw! reader is sick (nothing gross at all, you're just not well)

prompt! you're ill and the boys insist on taking care of you

notes! thought i was dealing with some really gnarly allergies. went to urgent care and it turns out that i have an upper respiratory infection rip. so i'm writing this as copium, enjoy :]

PRICE :

price is all over it the second you say something about not feeling 100%. only really worries about getting sick himself as an afterthought, then scraps the thought as a whole when he thinks about how whatever he's doing is making you feel better. cooks you chicken soup, makes sure you stay in bed, prepares tea for you and gathers stuff for you to do so that you don't get too bored while you're giving your body time to rest. if you're clingy when you're sick (like me), he's cuddling you. again, doesn't really care about getting sick until he has time to think about the risk afterwards.

GAZ :

kyle's mostly clingy, not completely sure of how to handle you being sick. you're a tank! you're not supposed to get sick. so when you say that you're feeling a little under the weather, he's kind of at a loss. he stays by your side the entire time that you're feeling sick, petting your hair and kissing your forehead. the likelihood of him getting sick is ridiculously high and he knows that, if he does, he'll probably get his ass kicked for it, but he figures that he can deal with it if it means that you're feeling even a little bit better. follows you around the house to make sure that you're okay. he'll even sit in the bathroom while you're taking a shower, rambling nonsense at you. if you ask him to go pick up something from the store for you or make you something to eat, he definitely will, it's just not his first thought when he sees you all uncomfortable like that.

SOAP :

this one has a much better idea of what to do when you're not feeling super well. even if it's just a cold or some really gnarly allergies, johnny would be the one to insist on taking you to the doctor just to make sure. he just worries a lot. but once you get out of that appointment, he drops you off at home and ushers you into the shower, making sure you have something nice and cozy to wear once you get out. while you're doing that, he'll run to the store to pick up whatever meds you were prescribed and anything else that might help -- tea, cough drops, soup, snacks. once he gets back, he gets you into bed and queues up all of your favorite movies, tv shows, and/or comfort videos (a little extra incentive to keep you in bed and resting). he'll stay in bed with you, waiting on your every need to try and get you back on your feet as soon as possible.

GHOST :

i feel like he gets a little bit awkward when you get sick. he views you very similarly to the way gaz does. you're indestructible in his eyes and it simply doesn't compute that you would be taken down for a week or so by something as simple as a bad cold. but he's on it once he gets over the what the hell is happening to them phase. it's maximum efficiency with this guy. along with having timers on his phone so that neither of you forget when to take your medicine, he's also making you try every reasonable home remedy to try to get you better as quickly as possible. makes you sit in a hot bath, brings you tea and soup, rubs vicks on the end of your nose to try and clear up your congestion. he almost has you on a schedule with all he's doing to try to get you feeling better. it's honestly really adorable how hard he's trying.

KEEGAN :

keegan doesn't really like giving you special treatment just because you're his partner, but he just can't stand to see how uncomfortable and in pain you are when you're sick. if you're in the same line of work as him and you're feeling a little too foggy to communicate with your superiors properly, he's down to track down your higher-ups and relay any messages for you. he's also pretty good at the soup and the tea and all of the home remedy stuff. kind of tries to take care of it at home, but if it's any worse than a cold he's dragging you straight to the doctor's office. another one that has you basically stuck to his side while he takes care of you. not ridiculously affectionate, but he will definitely let you hang all over him if that gives you any kind of comfort. will stay in bed with you while you lean against his side, hugging him around his middle as he plays with your hair and draws patterns into your skin. super adamant about making sure you rest.

KÖNIG :

like keegan but softer almost. you're usually pretty capable of sucking it up and getting through injuries and allergies and the like, so when some kind of illness gets you down, he worries. doesn't like the idea of forcing you to go to the doctor's so he tries his best to take care of it at home. leans pretty heavily on home remedies -- the good ol' fluids and rest regimen. buys you packs and packs of your favorite gatorade flavor and that chicken noodle soup mix that comes in the little envelope. keeps you in bed and has the wet rag on your forehead if he's worrying about you getting feverish. he doesn't like the idea of making you leave the house, so if it seems that bad he'll make you do one of those virtual urgent care visits. otherwise, your ass is staying in bed. he turns your whole bedroom into a recovery zone with vicks, tissue boxes, a lil snack tray set up on your bedside table, humidifier, all of your favorite movies. literally anything you could possibly need, he has it for you. mans is serious about making sure you get better.

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wis-art · 5 months

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People consider Nordic countries as such progressive countries, something to strive for and with all the pride marches they will soap your eyes into thinking how good it is here, but every time I attend those marches, I can't help but be overwhelmed with the bitterness, the bitterness of how bad the trans healthcare is here, how few facilities, how long the queues are, how embarrassing the questions they ask you are, how many hurdles you need to hop over to get the medicine you need, how my youth is going past me and I will never get to see myself young and looking how I want to.

I hate it.

#txt #trans

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star-trek-fandom-confessions · 28 days

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Regarding #465: No, there shouldn’t be more fat people shown in star trek/starfleet. Showing fat ppl in the future isn’t body positivity. Currently, the food industry is screwing us and we are fat due to that mainly. Fat ppl exist only in rich capitalist countries with the social fabric in tatters. We are massively struggling with anxiety and stress and using screen n food addiction as a coping mechanism, making us more fat. In the future, we would have overcome all these problems. Truly nutritious food isn’t addictive and it’s impossible to grow fat on it. Ppl would be healthy, happy and have a ‘range’ of body types sure, but fatness is not a body type.

I am so upset about this that I ended up blocking yesterday's queue cold-turkey.

People should have a range of body types just as long as it's not fat? This is not future body positivity, this is plain and simple fatphobia and I don't need any of your transparent disgust of fat people in my blog, implying that all fat people are, either or in combination, poor, miserable, mentally struggling, etc.

It's also rather telling that you couldn't conceive that some people love being fat, and don't want to lose weight even if they could.

If in the future we will have good food and no capitalism and good enough medicine to eradicate obesity-related issues like bad cholesterol and such (crew forgive my ignorance on the matter), fat people would prosper because doctors and fatphobes would lose the ace card you played here that they love so much: that fatness is in itself a threatening medical condition and, depending on which is more convenient, the root cause or the consequence of countless medical problems that at long turn out to be not really related to body weight at all.

Also, who the fuck cares what really happens in the 23rd century? We won't be here to see what the ideal body type will be by that point. We are speaking representation in the now, not what if scenarios. Fat people don't owe people like you anything because they never let us have anything. They certainly don't owe you the comfort of living in your eugenic-flavored fantasy where nobody has a body shape that upsets you. There are more overweight, fat, and downright obese people than there are thin in this world, and the film industry should fucking grow a spine for once and actually reflect that. Yes, we shouldn't encourage bad eating habits, but that's not what the original confession was talking about. It was about how it's great to see a beautiful, healthy woman whose body weight doesn't take anything from that beauty and that healthiness, and that it would be even greater to see more of those type of characters. You having an issue with that speaks a lot about yourself, and the absolutely disgusting levels of fatphobia in the world.

Fat people deserve and belong in the camera, and in the future. Accept us or turn your screen off.

Footnote that the absolute clown levels it take to say that healthy food cannot make you fat, newsflash asshole, the healthiest, most organic food you can think of will make you fat if you eat it too much too often.

#sigh sorry about this crew #hope i didn't make a fool out of myself #tw fatphobia #trigger warnings #response to confession #confession 465 #i went through all 5 expressions in the gif

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doctorstethoscope · 1 year

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Fluffy February Day 18 || Grumpy

pairing: hotch x reader

wordcount: 465

contains: hotch being an asshole, alcohol consumption

You don’t bother to knock when you swing the door to Hotch’s office open. “Come on. We’re going home,” you declare, striding across the room until you’re in front of his desk.

“It’s 3pm,” Hotch grouses without looking up.

“Pack up,” you don’t dignify his observation with a response.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m pretty swamped in here,” Hotch snaps back.

“Trust me, I noticed. Everyone noticed, Hotch. You nearly bit Morgan’s head off this morning, and at this rate, we’re worried you’re going to become the next bad guy we need to catch.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Hotch brushes you off, but you’re not deterred.

“Pack your stuff. I’m serious. We’re leaving. You can work after dinner if you really need to, but you need an afternoon off.”

You watch Aaron’s jaw set, and for a split second you wonder if you’ve pushed him too far. He’s never yelled at you before, but he looks like he’s about to explode. He pushes his chair out from his desk, takes a deep breath, and grabs the files he’s working on, putting them in his briefcase.

“Are they all sitting out there waiting for you to drag me out of the office by my ear?” He grumbles.

“No, they’re hiding,” you tell him, placing a hand on his elbow in an attempt to comfort him as the two of you leave the office.

The drive home is icy. You drive, and Hotch doesn’t argue, but his displeasure is clear. You queue up The White Album and take his hand in yours while you drive.

“Take a deep breath, my love. Leave it at the office, please.”

You take the long way home, and the drive seems to help settle him. “I’m sorry I was such an asshole,” he says as the two of your make your way into the house.

“You were a little grumpy today,” you try to soften the issue.

“Strauss is in the interview process for a promotion. She’s putting a lot of stuff on my plate, both because she’s busy schmoozing and because she’s trying to prepare me, I guess. But it’s been a lot. And I should have been forthcoming about that.”

“You should have asked for help, hon. We’re a team,” you remind him, rifling through the fridge.

“You’re right. Thank you for helping me even when I was too stubborn to ask for it,” he says as you produce a beer from the fridge and crack it open before you pass it to him. He gives you a confused look.

“We’re gonna go make out on the couch for a little while. It’s medicinal,” you shrugged, and he can’t help but laugh.

“Well, if it’s doctors’ orders,” he teases, letting you drag him towards the living room.

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fujianvenator · 1 year

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pls dont tag as m*t*al aid s*gnal b**st or d*nations etc etc so i dont get nuked/shadowbanned you know the drill

OK! so great update for anyone who saw the last post that was. extremely morbid. payat survived and is currently at home! hes in great shape and back to his old noisy rowdy annoying self

the bad news is holy fuck that was expensive. we paid off the bill with a credit card but now we have to pay back the credit card. LOL. the total was 17kphp (300usd) but we made a deposit/down payment so on the final day when we took him home we paid like 11.6k (200usd) so . yea. ouch yeowch our wallets !!! please dm me if interested!!!

proof of my (pictured) cat actually having something wrong with him+being confined in the vet will be under the cut. its not Graphic but there is some minor blood+an iv+catheter. pictures of the bill+other financial docs will be under the cut as well

all prices shown are base prices and may increase depending on complexity

first come first serve

full upfront payment via p4yp4l invoice

turnaround could be a month or more. im already juggling working on 3 commissions concurrently with more incoming alongside home care for payat (medicine and observation) so patience and understanding would be much appreciated

tos + more samples / kofi / current comm queue

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helreginn · 11 days

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Mini Update under the thing:

Okay, so I'm doing alright. Starting to feel a little easier about sleeping after my home was invaded though I am going to DIE mad about not being able to financially recover literally ever.

I would almost have been LESS mad if the incompetent fools had gotten in the car (that they HAVE the keys for) and driven away.

Because now they've cost us over a thousand dollars to replace the keyfob, lock barrels and wire system plus adding even MORE security cameras around our home for??? A HANDFUL OF GOLD COINS????????????

They were INSIDE the car! They had the keys for it! WTF

Anyways... I'm chill. I'm fine. Not even that mad, tbh. >.>

And as for the medicine aspect?

Much the same annoyance, tbh. I'm generally over it.

All this to say, I'm resuming the queue and it's business as usual.

TLDR; I'm back. It's bad. I'm fine. ^-^

#OutofÉljúðnir

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yespolkadotkitty · 2 years

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One of These Days - pt 2

Words: 1345 ~ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female!doctor!reader ~ Content: mentions of injuries

Part 1 here

You see him next at the town bank, a few days later. He almost walks past you as you’re queueing, but then he stops and tips his hat up. “Mornin’ Doc.”

“Good morning. How’s the shoulder?”

“Doin’ better. Thanks.” He rolls it a little. “Should be okay for the rodeo in six days’ time.”

Your mouth falls open and you shut it with a snap. “You’re going?”

“It’s all I’m good at,” he says simply. He doesn’t say it like he’s asking for pity, just like it’s a fact.

“As I said. I doubt that.” You move forward in the queue.

Rhett hesitates, like he’s going to step away and leave you, and for a moment you grasp at something to say to keep him there, because he smells of woodsmoke and some kind of citrussy cologne and it’s addictive, but then he says, “Maybe you’ll come see me ride.”

Your pulse jumps at the thought of all the sweat and noise and sawdust. “I-”

“I don’t mean to pressure you,” he adds, those blue, blue eyes searching your face. His hands are tucked into the back pockets of his jeans, pushing his torso ever so slightly forward, drawing your attention to the open neck of his pale grey henley. Who invented the henley? Was it specifically to draw women’s attention to men’s necks? You think so, sometimes.

“I.. I don’t know what I’m doing yet,” you manage. “My schedule is all over the place.”

“Understood.” He plucks a flyer from one of his pockets and offers it to you. It’s warm from his body and a little crumpled. You take it and your fingers brush his. It’s electric, everything inside you buzzes at the contact. “This is it. Think about it. You can just turn up. No need to book.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it.”

He touches a finger to the brim of his hat, a slight but nonetheless stunning smile briefly touching his lips, and then he’s gone, and you watch the broad line of his shoulders until he leaves the bank with a tinkle of the doorbell.

You reach the front of the queue and the cashier grins at you. “Not bad to look at, is he?”

“I’d have to agree there.”

You make your deposit and go back to work at the clinic. You treat a man who has cut his palm badly mending fences on his land, give a little girl meds for a water infection, and assist an olde gentleman who twisted his ankle on his daily walk.

It’s a good town. Nice. Small, in the way little off-the-track towns are, but that’s OK with you. You’d had enough of the rat race in big cities like Cheyenne and Laramie.

At the end of the work day, you go home to your little rental, exhausted. Medicine might be your calling but it doesn’t mean you aren’t dog-tired by it.

After you eat dinner and video call your mom, you take out the flyer you’d carefully folded into the hip pocket of your jeans. And you think about making the drive.

You must be nuts.

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As it happens, the choice is made for you.

May calls the day before the rodeo.

“The on call doctor’s sick. Some viral thing. Can you attend the rodeo? It pays time and a half.”

You agree. What else do you have to do? You can’t drive into the city every spare day for entertainment, and you hardly know anyone yet.

When you arrive to the huge, dust-heavy field the rodeo’s set up in, May greets you with an older woman in tow. She’s pretty in a country way, her stetson the same shade as her short, thick hair.

“I’m Cece. Rhett’s mama.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

She smiles easily. “We all think Rhett’s a damned fool to be ridin’ tonight, but my husband, Royal - Rhett’s father - was a star rodeo rider in his youth. It seems to be in the Abbott blood.”

You eye her curiously. “Were you ever a rodeo rider?”

She gives you a brief but charming grin and her face is transformed. “Well. I may have given one bull or two a run for their money.”

May snorts.

You laugh at their obvious close friendship and follow them towards the ring.

The spectators are on the edges of their seats as each rider shoots his shot. It’s clear that everyone taking part today has the support of their loved ones from the huge cheers and cries coming from the bleachers.

You stabilise a broken forearm and wrap a sprained wrist, and then Rhett’s name is called.

You swear you don’t breathe as they settle him on to the bull and wrap his hand on. He looks over and meets your gaze, and you don’t know what comes over you, but you blow him a kiss. What the hell are you doing? You haven’t blown anyone a kiss since you were ten years old.

He catches it with his free hand, tucks it into the front pocket of his shirt.

Your heart bumps as his blue eyes hold yours-

And then he’s poetry in motion on the bucking bronco, one arm in the air, the other holding on for dear life as the animal does its level best to get rid of its burden. The seconds tick by and the crowd as a whole holds its breath. You see the concentration sketched hard across Rhett’s face as he grips the bull with every ounce of strength he possesses.

The huge clock that logs the seconds finally spills over into eight and Rhett wobbles and then topples from the bull. The rodeo hands rush in to distract it before he’s crushed.

The landing doesn’t look too bad. You eye him critically as he stands up and raises his hands to the crowd, and then his azure gaze finds you, and he nods, and smiles. It’s hesitant, like he isn’t sure if you want to be here.

But when he was riding, his body somehow an extension of the bull’s, you wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else.

He comes to find you just as you finish treating a female rider with a cut on her shin. She thanks you and limps away into the arms of a man waiting a few feet away.

“You came,” he says, and the bright overhead lights of the rodeo ring cast shadows on his face of planes and angles, highlight the gold in his hair. He holds his hat to his chest.

“On-call doc couldn’t make it. But I enjoyed it. You’re very good at this.”

If you were expecting a snappy comeback, you’d have been disappointed. He just says, “thanks. I was glad, seein’ you there.”

He looks good. His hair is a little rumpled from his hat, but it suits him. Half a day’s beard growth, the colour of a sandy beach in the sunshine, adorns his jaw. His blue and white striped button down contrasts nicely with his rawhide vest.

“I was glad too,” you say, and you mean it. “You hurt?”

“Got off easy today.” He rolls his good shoulder. “Ain’t always this straightforward.”

You start to pack away your tools and kit. “I can imagine.”

He waits until you’ve zipped your bag. “Have a drink with me?”

“I’m driving back tonight.”

“Just one? I promise not to keep you out past curfew,” he adds, dimple winking in his already too handsome face.

And you know that you’re going to have that drink.

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plague-of-insomnia · 4 months

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I’ve actually refilled my queue i’ve just had a really hard time caring to restart it.

Bc of insurance issues, looks like I’ll be missing my dose of my special medicine (the super expensive one i get a very few weeks), which sucks bc i’ve been flaring badly. This on top of still coming off a super bad mood episode….

So yeah I mostly come on here to click poll buttons and not a lot else. I have not been on discord much bc socializing is a lot rn.

Anyway, that’s kinda where I am rn…. I guess thanks for understanding.

#status update #personal #not kuro

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ciaossu-imagines · 1 year

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Hi there I saw your Queue Building Event and was wondering on sorting which Nanbaka characters which suit each Hogwarts house. Thank you

This...this made me so excited! Nobody I know gets my love for Nanbaka and it's another fandom I rarely get to write for! Thank you so much for the ask and I hope you'll enjoy, my lovely anon!

Jyugo is a Hufflepuff! Fun fact about Jyugo - all of his teacher's feel that if he put as much effort into their classes as he does into escaping the frequent detentions he gets, that he'd be their star student! It's the skill he shows in getting out of detentions that actually help him pass the year!

Uno is in Gryffindor! Fun fact about Uno - the Sorting Hat debated for almost three whole minutes on which house to sort him into between Gryffindor and Slytherin! He's very glad it picked Gryffindor! He finds the dungeons very, very creepy!

Rock is a Gryffindor! Fun fact about Rock - he's on first name basis with all of the kitchen elves and has a very good relationship with them as he frequently praises their cooking and makes a big deal out of how delicious the snacks they give him are!

Nico is a Hufflepuff! Fun fact about Nico - he's gotten countless detentions for destroying the hospital ward of Hogwarts, which he is terrified of, to the point where his Boggart takes the shape of the nurse!

Tsukumo is in Slytherin! Fun fact about Tsukumo - he keeps trying and failing to start an acting club to put on plays for the other students! His habit of brutally correcting everyone's acting who joins, even though he doesn't mean to be mean or rude, makes people drop out as quickly as they join!

Hajime is a Gryffindor! Fun fact about Hajime - he has a bad tendency of smoking in the Prefect's bath and is always a little nervous that one of the other Prefect's are going to rat him out one of these days and he'll get put in detention alongside all the trouble-makers who insist on making his day's that much harder!

Honey is a Slytherin! Fun fact about Honey - he is extremely talented at Charms, with his favourite spell being the Windy Spell. Shame he uses it for untoward means, such as blowing up the skirts of girls he considers attractive so he can sneak a peek at their underwear.

Trois is a Ravenclaw! Fun fact about Trois - he's notorious in his common room for the amount of dangerous machines he builds and has caused significant damage to his dormitory and common room with his machines, including once setting a dorm-mate's bed on fire with one, with the unfortunate dorm-mate asleep in it. Of course, there was no apology from Trois, who was more angry about the curse his dorm-mate threw at his machine, causing it to break.

Musashi is a Ravenclaw! Fun fact about Musashi - he's the best student not only in his year but in all the different years attending Hogwarts with him and the only thing that keeps him from being a prefect is the frequency he has to use the hospital ward or visit St. Mungo's because of his spontaneous combustion issues.

Liang is a Slytherin! Fun fact about Liang - he can see the Thestrals, hates them and fears them a little, and the carriage rides to Hogwarts always make him feel uncomfortable.

Qi is a Ravenclaw! Fun fact about Qi - he actually graduates Hogwarts and returns to become the Herbology teacher, despite having had many offers from St. Mungo's for his skill in using magical plants to develop new medicines!

Upa is a Slytherin! Fun fact about Upa - he is very talented at the Levitation Spell and uses it frequently on himself to get himself around Hogwarts easier!

Enki is a Gryffindor! Fun fact about Enki - he is one of only a scant few students to have been expelled from Hogwarts.

Ruka is a Slytherin! Fun fact about Ruka - nobody knows how he does it and he never officially lays claim to it, but Ruka puts out a secret newsletter around Hogwarts every week full of the latest gossip. People are positively baffled at how he knows any of the information he gets, as it should be impossible for him to know some of what he knows!

Hachiman is a Squib. He never actually got to attend Hogwarts!

Kiji is a Slytherin! Fun fact about Kiji - he was a Slytherin prefect and abused that priviledge slightly! One of his rules as prefect was that everyone had to go through uniform checks before they left the common room to make sure everyone represented Slytherin well and looked up to Kiji's standards. To be fair, he'd often help out anyone he felt failed and his classmates were often the prettiest students.

Kenshirou is a Gryffindor! Fun fact about Kenshirou - he excels in Care of Magical creatures and has a dog that is kept in the caretaker's cottage he visits everyday, since it's not allowed in the castle!

Hitoshi is a Hufflepuff! Fun fact about Hitoshi - he wears the female Hogwarts uniform and is actually considered one of the best-looking in the year, to the point he has an active fan-base!

Samon is a Slytherin! Fun fact about Samon - he's the first of his family to not be sorted into Gryffindor and constantly feels inadequate or bad because of that and holds a grudge against the Sorting Hat!

Inori is a Hufflepuff! Fun fact about Inori - he tried to join the Dueling Club but got kicked out due to getting frustrated and resolving all the duels physically!

Rokuriki is a Gryffindor! Fun fact about Rokuriki - he's the Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and has never missed a shot in all his years of playing!

Kokoriki is a Gryffindor! Fun fact about Kokoriki - he wants to go on to be part of a famous Wizard Rock band!

Youriki is a Gryffindor! Fun fact about Youriki - he ends up getting Howlers from his parents anytime his younger brothers get into trouble!

Yamato is a Hufflepuff! Fun fact about Yamato - he's an amazingly talented Beater and goes on to play Quidditch professionally.

Seitarou is a Hufflepuff! Fun fact about Seitarou - he tends to be the one everyone in his House comes to for help, despite also being a frequent target of their bullying!

Momoko is a Gryffindor! Fun fact about Momoko - she absolutely adores Divination class, surprising everyone around!

Mitsuru is a Hufflepuff! Fun fact about Mitsuru - he is the commentator for all of the Quidditch games and his commentary is known to be very loud and very colourful...most times even a little distracting! The teachers keep saying they're going to replace him as commentator but for some reason (Mitsuru, despite his behaviour, is wickedly talent, particularly at potions), all the students who show in interest in replacing him find themselves uninterested after a meal with him.

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yandere-writer-momo · 10 months

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Monster F-er Presents: Grimm’s Darling Fairy Tales!

A mix between Brother’s Grim and Disney Movies brings you the magic of sweet dArK adorable, and heartwarming PoSsEsSiVe romance between the Darling Reader and the main character/s of each story! Including magic, dEaTh fantasy, GoRe and finding your true love! yOu BeLoNg To ThEm-

As your being forced against your will to stay and never having the chance to go home-

So stay for awhile! Either lay down in bed or sit in a chair and read each and every story, until it satisfies you to your heart’s content! WhY aRe YoU cRyInG?

You can’t leave, why would you want to leave??? Is there someone who’s making you scared? Who is it?! We’ll KILL them so they’ll never bother you again!! WHERE ARE YOU RUNNING!?!??!!!

ErRoR eRrOr ErRoR

What do you think? I tried to do a spine-chiller type of thing here (I don’t know if it was good or not since this is the first time doing it) with a few ideas on some classic Fairy Tales but with some Rizzy Twists (Or Twists you think would work better)

Sorry if that was creepy or not creepy enough (Did you get some Goosebumps?)

If you’re curios, I can send you the Starring List of Each Baki Character with the star; Darling Reader! (It’s just the Name Titles and ‘Star Actors’ for each Story, along with the simple Plot Line, but with a Twist!)

Example;

Little Darling Hood

Characters: Reader (As ‘Little’ short Darling Hood as the cute little baker, who comes to Jack’s ‘aid’ not realizing her mistake)

Jack (As the Hunter/Lumberjack of the town that lives deep in the woods all alone secretly the infamous Big Bad Werewolf that terrorizes nearby villages by devouring their cattle, livestock and foolish hunters that think they can kill him)

Plot: Jack Hanma is the Hunter and Lumberjack of the small village and falls sick, but his size and stoic demeanor makes everyone too afraid to help him, except for sweet and kind Reader, who decides to go to his cabin to take care of him! (With a basket full of medicine, pastries and the meat and vegetables he gave her as a gift yesterday)

However, Reader doesn’t realize that ‘poor’ Jack isn’t sick, but he’s actually in his Heat Cycle trying to stay away from said cute baker to not scare her (But now that she’s in his cabin, he’s going to devour her whole, and not in the way she thinks)

Jack please be gentle, you wouldn’t want to scare your mate would you? Let her know she’s safe, after all she accepted your proposal! That’s why she came to you with the food you gave her before your cycle started, to show you can provide for her better than anyone else, and she came to CARE for you, like a kind and loving mate should do!

And before you ask, YES Jack will look a cross between Human and Werewolf at the moment (He looks bigger to, but it’s his very soft and fluffy fur that makes him look beefier than he usually looks, which is covering his entire body minus some of his face)

I hope this wasn’t weird (My ADHD is running wild right now and I can’t stop it) Proceeds to stare into the distance with a deranged look realizing how much of a freak I really am I really like your stuff and I’m know for getting to hyper-fixated on things I really like (Your writing is the stuff I like)

Another potential fic to add to my queue.

My WIPs so far

Kizaki x fem!reader x Yandere Hanayama 🌶️

Yeti Sikorsky x Sacrificial Bride reader x Dwarf Gaia

Orc Jack Hanma x princess reader (450 special)

Biscuit Oliva x Sugar baby reader 🌶️

Werewolf Jack x R.R.H reader 🌶️

Collab with @de4thbl4de 💕 (might hold a poll for who we should write about)

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hedgewitchgarden · 9 months

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Whispers in Podlasie - people's stories

Whispers in Podlasie are a little-discovered topic. Some believe, others deny. Today, however, I will not judge whether a visit to Szeptucha is a good or bad step. Being a native Podlasian, I used such services several times myself. Today I would like to share with you two interesting aspects. The first one tells about where Szeptucha's profession probably came from in Poland, and the second one about the stories of people who came to Szeptucha asking for help, e.g. healing from a serious illness.

Photo at the top of the article: Whisper Artemiuk Paraskieva heals with prayer, pours wax, burns flax, Parcewo, Podlasie / 2007 / Photo. Andrzej Sidor – Forum

Where did the profession of Szeptucha come to Poland?

It turns out that there have been Whispers in Russia for a long time, which ordered the disease. Ordering in colloquial language means conjuring, staving off a disease . An elderly woman endowed with knowledge passed down from generation to generation implements healing practices with prayer and, as some say, with the knowledge of magic. He directs his prayers to higher powers, such as God, Mary, Jesus and other saints, that they help in overcoming the disease.

The main success of the whole process is a properly selected formula. People say that for a prayer to work, it must be said in the right way. Whispers believe that "the word can become flesh". The whole rite is carried out by whispering or singing.

People who are struggling with a serious disease, for which doctors spread their hands, have come to Szeptuchy.

An example of words spoken by Whisperers

Words Spoken Against Rose Disease .

“Rose, rose, rose, run away! Flee the graves Free the living Mary Mother of God Give the end of the rose.

Are there also men who heal?

Yes. They are called Whisperers, and sometimes medicine men. There are significantly fewer of them than Whisper.

How much does a visit to Szeptucha cost?

Whispers help everyone who asks for help. Well, unless the person in need shows arrogance and disrespect. The cost of the visit is free, but it is accepted that everyone gives "as much as they can". Szeptuchy spend part of their earnings on survival (food, bills), and the other part is donated to the local church.

Who can become a Whisperer or a Whisperer?

Only a person who has the secret knowledge of healing. The truth, however, is that the Whispers try to pass their knowledge from generation to generation so that it does not die with them.

The most famous Szeptuchy in Poland?

Doro wrote: Do you know the address? Monika writes: And I know stories about a lady from Orla who helped many people. There are many such stories! Personally, I have not been to her place, but I have seen cars with registration plates even from abroad, standing at dawn in front of her town. There was such a queue.

Beata writes: Serwinka was probably the best known. Elizabeth replies: She would still be taking if it wasn't for the pandemic. “In the Lublin region, in the town of Tarło, lives Serwinka, an elderly woman who, in a country cottage, receives people seeking help after fractures, sprains, with problems with the spine, joints and tendons, i.e. with general problems with the skeleton.

She is not a healer who performs witchcraft, miraculously cures incurable diseases, or brings the terminally ill back to life. He will not give us miraculously healing drugs or instruct us to perform prayers or rituals. You will not hear from her things like: "smear it with an egg, a worn rooster's claw at the time of the new moon." None of these things. The woman breaks bones and sets them alive. And it does it phenomenally. Doctors with their illnesses come to her, people who have encountered helplessness of doctors, people after incorrectly conducted hospital treatment, and even very famous sportsmen, receive help.

... continue to read: Stories of people who visited Szeptucha in Podlasie [...]

#poland #whisperers #healers #Szeptucha

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withlovefromolympus · 2 years

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❣️ zeus and hera??

oh fuck yeah. my favorite king and queen, let’s go

Who is the little spoon?

Absolutely Hera. Zeus loves making her feel cozy and safe, and she hugs the arm that’s wrapped around her to her chest, intertwines their hands, and kisses their joined fingers before drifting off.

Who sings in the shower?

Hera. She is the BEST singer on Olympus, and everyone knows it. Zeus thinks about joining her singing but knows he’ll just ruin it lol

Who plays pranks on the other?

Zeus for sure plays little pranks on her just to see her scowl and yell “ZEUS!” so he can fake innocence and have her chase him around trying to get him back

Who is the one who listens to pop music?

Hera all the way. She especially like Doja Cat. Zeus thinks it’s super adorable and will buy her signed vinyls and CDs of all her favorite artists

Who brings the other a random cup of joe?

Zeus will bring her coffee multiple times throughout the day because he likes to do the cliche thing of handing it to her and kissing the top of her head/cheek. Sometimes he’ll bring her it, kiss her, and then drink it himself because he knows when she doesn’t actually want it

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?

Hera has a whole queue of cute movies for them to watch. Zeus makes fun of the main characters and she’ll shush him at least 15 times, but has to admit he makes some good points

Who is more likely to feed the other in public?

Zeus is HUGE on feeding Hera in front of people AND making a show out of it. She gets SO embarrassed but secretly loves it. He also often wipes her mouth with his napkin :)

Who gives the other random little compliments?

Both of them equally. Hera does it maybe more often, but she overhears Zeus talking how pretty and wonderful she is to other people and that makes her heart happy

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?

Hera tries to eat her own food and Zeus’ before he can finish his, and he pretends to fight her fork off with his, but never actually stops her

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?

Hera, but she has told Zeus that there better be NO fast food wrappers or anything of the sort when she gets it back. One time he forgot and was banned from her sweet Range Rover for a month

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?

Hera. She has to print out pictures of the products so Zeus knows exactly what to get. Otherwise she’s answering 18 different FaceTimes, one for each item to confirm that it’s the right thing

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?

Zeus is so bad at taking medicine. Hera takes his phone and sets alarms for times when he needs to take it, if she’s not around to remind him. “You’re a big baby” she mutters while sorting pills. “Yeah but I’m your big baby” “shut up”

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?

Hera is a huge spots fan. She will jump up for her spot on the couch, startling Zeus, and yell at the TV when someone does a bad play or something. Then she’ll calmly turn to him and explain why “that was the dumbest call/move I’ve seen” while he’s desperately googling where each team comes from, trying to figure out which side he’s supposed to be rooting for

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?

Zeus will pull Hera into their favorite dance to their favorite song all the time :’)

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?

As king and queen of the cosmos, they arrive wherever, whenever. They never super late to anything, but they certainly don’t tell each other to hurry because they’re just very aware of how close the other is to being ready to go

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?

Zeus got Hera’s name tattooed on his rib cage two days after they started dating. Hera has recently gotten a little “z” on the back of her neck, where Zeus first kissed her. (a different story for a different day)

#Zeus #Hera #zeus x hera #headcanons #greek mythology #mythology #greek gods

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thornfield13713 · 1 year

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KIRKWALL REUNION 🥺

The people have spoken! Let's see if I can do the idea justice.

...I'm not sure I did, to be honest, and the ending is definitely rough and will need improvements before this series is ready to post on AO3, but...here we are.

Lirene’s Fereldan Imports was a small, shabby sort of place, not much more than a hole in the wall - though still leagues above the conditions in which most of Marian’s countrymen had found themselves. There but for the Maker’s grace went they, Father would have said, but Marian had never been much of a believer in the Maker’s grace to begin with, even before the Blight. Anders had always been the believer, between the two of them, and now he was gone. There but for one slip, one chance, one lucky brawl in the Gallows when they were fresh off the boat. It was easy to forget, in all the grief that had attended their flight from Ferelden, just how soft a landing they’d had by comparison.

Marian rapped her knuckles surreptitiously on a wooden table, and counted out five sovereigns for the donation box sitting out conspicuously near the door. Carver caught her doing it, and scowled a little and, yes, all right, Marian knew why. But Marian was superstitious enough to want to leave a tithe for fortune, and this seemed a better place for it than the Chantry poorbox, which was always overflowing and yet never seemed to get used.

They had to elbow their way through a crowd of other refugees to get to the front of the queue - attracting no small number of dirty looks on the way, only to stop directly behind a skinny woman whose brown hair was already streaked with early grey, though she couldn’t have been very much older than the twins.

“My mother’s in labour,” she was saying, the words tumbling over each other in their haste to get out. “The baby’s come early- Can anyone help her?”

The woman behind the counter nodded. “I’ll send word to the healer, but-”

“My son’s hurt bad,” another man cut in, “Cart overturned on him in the blasted Bone Pit-”

“Everyone in your turn. I promise, we have donations coming in. There will be food and medicine for all of you-”

Somehow, in the heaving of the crowd, the three of them had ended up at the front of the line. The shopkeeper turned to them, looking frazzled.

“If you’re seeking aid, leave your name with my girl. We serve everyone here - no-one came from Ferelden without trouble.” She folded her arms, and fixed them with a very stern look. “But I can’t give priority to anyone who’s already found work and lodging.”

“That’s fair,” Marian said quickly. “But that…isn’t what we’re here for. I hear you know where I can find a Fereldan Grey Warden?”

The woman - presumably Lirene - snorted. “Only Fereldan Grey Warden I’ve heard of is sitting on the throne. We’re out of the Blight’s path now. Why would you need a Warden?”

“The healer was one of ‘em once, wasn’t he?” the girl with the mother in childbirth cut in excitedly. “A Warden?”

Lirene turned on her like a- well, like a hawk. “Well, he’s not now, and busy enough without answering fool questions about it.”

“Who are you protecting?” Marian asked, as gently as she could manage.

Lirene’s mouth firmed into a hard line. “You see what our people face in Kirkwall. They have no jobs, no homes. Most can barely buy bread. This healer, he serves them without thought for coin. He’s closed their wounds, delivered their children…he’s a good man. I won’t lose him to the blighted Templars.”

Something ached in Marian’s chest at that. Back in Ferelden, she wondered, would Lirene have even looked twice at a mage being dragged away, healer or no? Somehow, she doubted it. Certainly, no-one in Lothering would. They’d had their share of near misses, before the Blight.

“I understand,” she said, a little hollowly. “But he’ll come to no harm from us.”

“R-right,” Carver agreed. “Perfectly safe if he cooperates- Ow! What was that for?”

“What my brother means is, we would never give someone up to the Templars. Never,” Bethany said, the steel coming into her voice now. “Isn’t that right, Carver?”

“Ow- Yeah. That. That is what we mean. I guess.”

Lirene looked between them, then sighed.

“I suppose it isn’t my secret to keep. Anders has certainly been free enough with his services-”

For a moment, Marian could not believe she’d heard right. But then-

A wild, irrepressible, agonising flood of hope welled up in her, in a place she’d thought had long run dry.

“I- I’m sorry, did you-” she swallowed, her mouth dry. “Did you say his name was Anders? You’re certain that was it? Definitely ‘Anders’?”

Lirene’s brow furrowed. “Yes. Unusual, I know, but-”

“I- Is he-” She couldn’t- It couldn’t be true, it couldn’t- More than a year now, he’d been gone. He couldn’t have been returned to her like this. The Maker was not so kind. And yet-

How many could there be? A Fereldan, a mage, a healer by that name-?

“Maker,” Carver muttered. “Marian, you can’t keep torturing yourself like this-”

“I’m not sure I follow…” Lirene said, in a dangerous sort of tone, and Marian forced herself to calm, her fingers white-knuckled where they still gripped the fox-head amulet about her neck.

“I- Is this healer of yours a- a tall man - taller than me - with light hair and amber eyes and-” The image of his face flashed into her mind again, just as it had been that day in the woods. “...and the most ridiculous smile you’ve ever seen? Who loves cats, and…and laughs at his own jokes, even when they aren’t particularly funny?”

It had driven her mad sometimes, those jokes. Now, she would have given almost anything to hear them again.

Lirene’s eyes narrowed.

“...he is a tall, fair man,” she allowed. “But I’ve never seen him smile. Let alone laugh.”

It could be him. It could still be him. It was almost worse than an outright denial.

“Here, is this him?” Bethany asked, reaching up to unclasp her locket, and flicking it open under Lirene’s unimpressed eyes.

The little portrait inside was maybe a bit too small to get the fine detail, but- there he was. There they all were. Mother and Father, in the days when Father had still been alive and Mother’s hair had still had some black in it, Marian and Anders, wrapped up in each other the way they had been all of that first year they’d been married, and the twins, gawky adolescents still growing into their coltish limbs.

Lirene peered down at it, and then looked up sharply.

“...that…does look like him. Who are you, exactly, that you were looking for a Warden in general, and not him by name? His sister?”

“His wife,” Marian corrected, without really thinking about it. It cost real effort to keep her voice steady. “I- I thought he died at Ostagar - we were both there, he- we were separated during the retreat…please, if you can tell me where to find him-”

“Of course.” Lirene looked relieved. “I…suppose this explains it. He always seemed like he must have lost even more than the rest of us, but he never spoke of- Well. I hope I have this right. Refugees in Darktown say to look for the lit lantern. If your need is great enough, Anders will be within.”

Marian didn’t hear her own reply. She wasn’t altogether sure she’d said anything at all. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

Alive, he was alive. She wanted to laugh and cry and dance and also, incidentally, strangle him for making her grieve so long.

She felt Carver’s hand settle on her shoulder.

“It might not be him,” he said, a bit gruffly.

Bethany, on her other side, snorted. “What, another Fereldan apostate healer named Anders? Who just happens to look exactly like his portrait?”

“That thing’s tiny, anyone tall and blonde would look about the same in it-” Carver gave Marian’s shoulder another squeeze. “Let’s just…let me keep my hopes up that it isn’t that unbearable prick come back from the dead?”

His voice was a little strained from the effort of pretending to be jovial about it, but Marian appreciated the effort.

“Well,” she said, a little unsteadily, glancing around the shop. Far too many eyes on them, too many eyes on Bethany, it wasn’t safe- “Whether- Whoever he is, we need to speak with him. We should…probably pick up our new business partner, too. He’ll want to- That is, if this healer is- isn’t who we- who I hope it is…”

“I’ll get him,” Carver promised, “We’ll meet you down in Darktown, then?”

Marian managed a jerky nod.

Alive, he was alive. He was alive and…a Grey Warden, somehow, which was- that was new. Did Wardens even marry? Or was the symbolic death of joining up enough to cancel that out as well?

“It’s him,” Bethany said, as soon as Carver was out the door. “I’m sure it is - who else could it be?”

“...I don’t know.”

But she couldn’t- Hoping had been a torment, all the weeks and months they had spent in Gwaren, waiting for a ship or for word from beyond the Brecilian Passage. Even now, she found herself reaching cautiously out for it, as if afraid she’d get her fingers burnt if she seemed too eager for it. It would be so much worse to let herself hope and then-

She forced a smile for Bethany, and straightened her spine, squaring her shoulders.

“Come on, then. Let’s see if you’re right.”

Of course, they were intercepted almost as soon as they were out of the store, and only a hasty reassurance that they meant Anders- meant this healer no harm let them get away without bloodshed, their would-be assailants apparently not having heard the tail end of the conversation.

And now they were here. Darktown. The first time Marian had set foot down here since she’d left Athenril’s employ. She couldn’t say she’d missed it.

It could hardly be said that the place didn’t live up to its name, either. The place was even more of a maze than Lowtown, a warren of cramped tunnels, almost pitch-dark, so that nothing could be seen of anyone or anything but deeper shadows against darkness. Marian could almost smell the chokedamp in the air, but…only faintly, here, not the killing mist that had left Mother confined to her bed for more than a month, and from which she was only just now starting to recover. And if it got any worse- Well, that was what the handkerchief trick was for.

Varric and Carver were waiting for them by one of the tunnel entrances, and neither of them looked happy.

“Well, I brought him,” Carver said gruffly. “And I really hope that’s actually you this time.”

“Little Hawke’s said that to four or five different people already,” the dwarf put in. “Had a bit of a misunderstanding there for a minute with a couple of old friends from the Carta.”

Marian didn’t need to be able to see his face to know that Carver was scowling.

“How was I supposed to know people around here’d be willing to fight me to save your neck?”

“I’m likeable, little Hawke. You ought to try it sometime. Nice to see you again, Foxy,” he added, nodding at Marian. “But…uh…any particular reason it had to be down here?”

Marian paused, trying not to breathe in too deeply, or through her nose.

“Carver didn’t tell you? A- Your Grey Warden is down here.”

“We’re to look for a lit lantern, whatever that means,” Carver put in.

“Easy, then,” Bethany said quickly. “Just follow the light. If there was any light, I mean.”

“We should stick together,” Marian cut in. “Everyone, get a hold of the person next to you on either side. Let’s really ruin the day of anyone trying to get past us.”

“Do I have to?” Carver protested.

Marian shrugged. “I mean, if you would rather get lost down here in the dark, I suppose it is your decision, but-”

“Maker! Fine, fine, I’m doing it. Not one blighted word about this, dwarf!”

“Now, would I do a thing like that? We’re all following your lead, Foxy!”

No pressure at all, then.

It was times like this that Marian missed her father most of all. If he’d still been here-

If he’d still been here, they’d never have fled to Kirkwall at all, she reminded herself sharply. Their first plan had been to make for Amaranthine or Denerim, still in Ferelden but not as directly in the path of the Blight. It wasn’t until after- after he was gone that Mother had set her heart on Kirkwall.

Father wasn’t here now. It was just Marian. So she would just have to try and be enough.

She put a hand to the nearest wall, grimacing in the dark at the awful, slimy, slippery feeling of it under her fingers. “...all right. Let’s see if I remember the way around. If I’m right, we should be going…this way.”

Directly into a dead end, as it turned out, and the less said about the moment she’d put her hand on something warm and furry and shrieked, the better, but eventually they got turned around in the right direction, enough to find a set of crudely-carved stone stairs, and start making their way up into more-travelled areas, where the lichen glow was enough to see your hand in front of your face by.

There was a faint glow coming from somewhere up ahead that promised they were heading in the right direction, not the gold of lantern-light, but something stranger, an odd blue-green light almost, but not quite, like lyrium glow. And, as they stumbled up onto a higher platform, Marian could see it. The walls here were alive with something blue-green and glowing, casting an eerie, sickly light over the tunnels, and over tents and bedrolls, low smoky cookfires, and people. Far more people than Marian had ever expected, some sitting hunched around the fires, some just standing, waiting, some lying apparently where they fell, curled up in nests of rags if they were lucky, or just lying prone on the hard stone, sleeping or dead.

There were others, too - well-armed shadows in armour, human or elven or dwarven, marked out by the way they moved as much as by their armour as they pressed purposely through the crowd, and everywhere they went, the rest of the people scattered before them, shrinking into the shadows as if afraid to draw notice. The stench was well-nigh unbearable - raw sewage, too many bodies too close together, fear and desperation, piss and vomit.

And this was where Anders had hidden? Fastidious Anders, who had fussed over his hair and clothes and whined about all the mess involved in farming? Anders, who had hated the dark, and enclosed spaces, so much that some nights even their room at home had seemed too tight for him, and they’d slipped out into the fields to lie under the stars and talk until he could breathe easily again. Marian couldn’t picture it, couldn’t- It might not be him, she reminded herself. She would not let herself believe it was him. Not until she saw his face with her own eyes.

At the back of the line, Varric was complaining again.

“You know what I love about the Undercity? Absolutely nothing!”

“I can’t imagine the people who have to live here like it very much either,” Bethany retorted.

“Oh- You know what I mean, sunshine! Just because other people are miserable down here doesn’t mean I have to come down and be miserable as well.”

“You were the one who wanted a way into the Deep Roads, we’re getting you a way into the Deep Roads,” Carver said flatly. “Stop whining about it.”

“I am not whining, Junior, I’m just pointing out that if I were a Grey Warden, I’d find somewhere a lot cooler than this to hide.”

The people were scattering in front of them, too, Marian saw. No doubt taking them for more Carta or Coterie here to cause trouble. They weren’t even that far wrong. Back in the day when she was with Athenril, they’d have been right to scatter. She’d always thought it was Athenril and her men’s reputation doing the work. She hadn’t quite realised that she herself must be almost as frightening.

The entire Undercity left to hunt for, and only the sign of a lit lantern to guide them. It wasn’t much.

“...asking around might lead to more trouble,” she said, more to herself than the others. They couldn’t rely on any other refugees being as willing to take her at her word as those they had met outside Lirene’s place. “Okay. Everyone keep an eye out for lantern-light…”

She had been prepared for it to take days. In the end, though, it was only hours. Hours of wandering dark tunnels, a piss-stinking handkerchief tied over her mouth and nose to filter out the worst of the chokedamp. Hours of arguing herself out of hope - Carver was right, any tall, fair man would look much the same in a portrait the size of the one in Bethany’s locket, even without five other people, a dog and two kittens to share the frame - but not quite being able to stop the hammering of her heart, the thrum of her nerves as tunnel after tunnel came up short.

And then-

They had come into a new section of the tunnels, and the far wall was gone, just a few haphazard boards and pillars between them and the sea.

“We must be right up against the cliff-face,” Bethany said, wondering, the smell of salt rising to mingle with all the rest of the smells of Darktown, as Marian screwed up her eyes to squint against the sun.

“And there’s the lantern!” Carver’s hand thumped down against Marian’s shoulder. “We found him! If it is him,” he added hastily. “It might not-”

“I know.”

“Well, we have to try, don’t we?” Varric put in cheerfully. “Unless you weren’t serious about wanting in on this expedition after all, which…I mean, I’d understand why two weeks down in the dark with Bartrand wasn’t exactly your idea of a fun time, but…”

Marian wasn’t listening. Another flight of stairs, across a low half-flooded platform, water soaking through her boots, up again, and then-

The lantern burned overhead, hanging on a low post in front of a pair of makeshift driftwood doors. Marian swallowed, tasting sea air, her heart in her throat.

“...well, are we going to go in, or…” Varric prodded.

“She’ll do it when she’s ready, dwarf,” Carver snapped. “Do you need a moment?” That was Bethany, stepping up to put a hand on Marian’s shoulder. Somehow, Marian had never quite stopped being surprised they were almost of a height now.

“No. Let’s have this done.”

The door swung open easily when she pushed it, and then-

A large, airy, open room, apparently carved straight out of the stone, full of makeshift cots and the smell of elfroot and- and a little cluster of people, over by one of the beds, a man in a heavy feathered coat stooping over a small body, blue-white light shining from his hands. Anders, Anders, Anders.

As they watched, the child on the cot arched up, and then sat, breathing heavily but easily, breathing, and Anders stumbled away, half-collapsed, leaning heavily on a pillar as one of the men who had been gathered around the child - now being embraced by two grey-haired women who might have been his parents - reached out to steady him.

Marian couldn’t help it, she moved forward, wanting to do the same, just as she always had back in Lothering, when a healing took a lot out of him. And then-

He must have heard them coming, a moment later, the staff was in his hands and he was rounding on them, one hand raised as if to cast - or ward them off.

“I have made this place a sanctum of healing and salvation! Why do you- Marian?”

“Anders.”

It was all she could say, the word punched out of her along with all the breath in her lungs. A moment later, she was across the room and in his arms. She felt the weight of that new staff against her shoulder, his face pressing into her hair.

“You cut your hair,” she said, muffled against a mouthful of feathers, and heard his shaky startled laugh in answer.

“I did, I- Maker, I can’t believe- How are you here? How-? I thought everyone died at Ostagar. I thought-” His voice cracked.

“So did I.” She felt the tears well up in her eyes again, when she had thought that well had run dry long ago, in the long weeks at Gwaren, or on the ship to Kirkwall, or in all of this last year of trying to step into her father’s shoes alone. “I’ve never been so pleased to be wrong.”

He squeezed her a little tighter, her fingers digging in deep at the leather of his new coat as his buried themselves in her red hair, pulling her closer still. He felt just the same as he always had, warm as a furnace. Thinner, perhaps, but so was Marian now, and the smell of him was still the same beneath the universal Darktown stench - elfroot and feathers and the cool scent of a coming snowfall. Marian buried her face against his shoulder and just breathed it in.

“Uh- Not to break up the moment,” Varric said behind her. “But could someone please tell me what’s going on?”

Anders startled, a full-body thing, and looked around. Marian did too, twisting as best she could to look over her shoulder without pulling away.

Varric looked absolutely poleaxed, Carver somewhere between pleased and resigned, and Bethany was beaming.

“I…ah.” Marian coughed. “Anders, this is Varric. He’s…we’re business partners. Varric, this is Anders. My husband.”

Varric’s eyes very nearly jumped out of his skull.

“Your- Wait, you’ve been married to a Warden this whole time and didn’t say anything? You’ve been married this whole time and never said anything?”

“Was it any of your blighted business?” Carver snapped, crossing his arms.

“Everything is my business, Junior! Foxy, I’m wounded - aren’t we friends?”

“...we are,” Marian said cautiously, though that was, perhaps, overstating the case a little. She’d known Varric less than a week at this point - that wasn’t really long enough to call anyone a friend, in her experience. Well- hardly anyone, anyway, she amended, glancing back at Anders just to check he was still there.

“If it helps,” Anders said, shifting a little against her to adjust his grip on his staff. “I wasn’t a Warden when I- when we were separated. They didn’t get me until later. I- I got swept up with Teyrn Loghain’s retreat,” he explained, returning his attention to Marian, a little crease forming between his brows. “It was all…very chaotic. I thought you’d be there with the rest of Bann Bryland’s men, but I couldn’t find you, and when I tried to sneak away once we got to Lothering I got caught at it. Nearly got hanged as a deserter.”

Carver snorted. “Five times escaping the Circle and you couldn’t manage getting away from the army?”

“They were watching the medics and herbalists like hawks. I couldn’t get clear until Denerim - and even then, only by…er…borrowing some armour and ‘going out on patrol’.” He swallowed. “I thought…maybe when the refugees started flooding in I’d find you, but- Why Kirkwall? I mean…I know you have family here, but Malcolm always said he’d never come back to this place-”

“He did.” Marian swallowed. “And…he didn’t. He- There was an ogre, on the road…Father…Father didn’t…”

She didn’t want to picture it. The broken body lying in the dust, the way they had been forced to abandon it with no pyre, no grave. Just bones on the roadside at the very edge of the Korcari Wilds, and nothing to say whose they had been or all he had done.

“I’m sorry,” Anders’ voice was thick and raw. He had loved Father too, Marian knew - had found in him the mentor he never had in the Circle tower. “I’m so sorry- How- How is Leandra taking it?”

Marian’s eyes dropped. She didn’t- She’d always sort of known that once Father died, it would be up to her to lead. No-one had ever said it, but…somehow it had always been known. Still, she hadn’t been prepared for the way Mother had collapsed under the weight of that grief, so that Marian had had to take all that weight alone, without a guide or a word of advice. She’d always expected to be older, too, but-

Well. Things were what they were.

“I’m sorry. I should- I should have been there, I should-”

“You’re here now,” Marian interrupted. “I’m glad enough of that.”

A shadow passed behind Anders’ eyes.

“You…may not be, once you know everything,” he said, very softly. “But- If you weren’t…if you didn’t know I was here, why were you…”

“Oh, are we done with the family drama now?” Varric asked. He sounded almost disappointed. Marian half-expected him to have whipped out a quill and started taking notes. “Don’t feel like you have to stop on my account…” he paused, and then, when it became clear nobody was going to get back to providing him amusement: “We’re interested in getting into the Deep Roads. Rumour has it you were a Warden, which…you kind of just confirmed, so…do you know a way?”

“The Deep Roads,” Anders repeated hollowly. “I- I will die a happy man if I never think of the blighted Deep Roads again. You can’t- Marian, please, tell me you’re not thinking of going down there.”

“Mother’s had two bouts with the chokedamp this year already,” Marian said quietly. “A third might carry her off, and so long as we’re in Lowtown, that’s as good as inevitable. This is our only shot at getting out.”

Anders still looked faintly sick. “I…have some maps of the depths in this area. And if you’re going, I- Well, it’d be a shame to follow you all the way to Ostagar and then turn back now, if- if you want me to come with you, that is. You might not, once you- once you know everything that’s happened this last year. And there’s…” he paused. “I- I have something I need to do in the city. Tonight.”

“We’re not threatening to leave at once,” Marian reassured him. “What- What is it you need to do? Do you need any help with it?”

She didn’t want to leave him alone. She didn’t want to be parted from him just in general terms. It felt like the moment she looked away he’d be gone, and the miracle would be over, and the grief all the worse for being renewed.

Anders looked hunted for a moment, but then:

“I came to Kirkwall to help a friend. A mage. A prisoner in the wretched Gallows.”

“Karl,” Marian said softly, realisation dawning. “...well. That seems like the sort of job that would go easier with two than one. Are we breaking him out of the Gallows proper, or-” “Marian,” Carver hissed. “You can’t do that! What about Bethany? D’you want to bring the Templars down on her-”

“It’s not in the Gallows,” Anders said hastily. “I- I’ve been exchanging notes with Karl through a maidservant in the Gallows. She’s agreed to help him get out, at least as far as the Chantry. Probably a trap, but it’s the best chance we’re ever likely to have.”

#dragon age #handers #marian hawke #anders #handers in lothering au

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arithmeticanimaniac · 7 months

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tagged by @romanceyourdemons

favorite color: bright pink (also any happy color)

last song: the last song i deliberately played was either “Almost Like Being in Love” by Nat King Cole or “September in the Rain” by Dinah Washington, but the last song that came up on shuffle was “Juliet” by LMNT

last movie: either around the world in 80 days (2004) or inception (2010)

currently watching: the last season of archer (2009)

other stuff i watched this year: lmao i actually have a lot of half baked reviews in my drafts but i never posted them because i’m almost always at my queue limit so here’s my chance to do a rapid fire round of reviews (based entirely on whether i enjoyed them)

how to marry a millionaire (1953) 👍 too many people forget what a comedic genius marilyn monroe was

Love Sarah (2020) 👍 🥲 a bakery, romance, grief and healing, intergenerational bonding, what more could you want

My man Godfrey (1936) 👎 boring

bringing up baby (1938) 👎 it has its moments, blueprint for disney channel show shenanigans

memories of the sword (2015) 👍 sooooo melodramatic

The Dig (2018) 👍 haunting

the misfits (2021) 👍 it is Not Good, but inexplicably charming

Free guy (2021) 👍 responsible for the resurgence of mariah carey in my playlist

Papillon (2017) 🤷🏻‍♀️ hard to get through but not bad

Chungking Express (1994) 👍 i’m not usually an atmospheric film type, but wow

The Lost City (2022) 👍 i had fun

The French dispatch (2021) 🤷🏻‍♀️ tried watching this multiple times, fell asleep each time but the fact that i tried multiple times means it goes on this list

most of the movies in the DCAMU (2013-2020) 👍 i saw a gif from Teen Titans: the Judas contract (2017) which led me to watch 11 of these 16 movies lmao curse you tumblr

Blue crush (2002) 👎

the Batman (2022) 👎

Lost in the stars (2022) 👍 the whole thing could’ve been avoided if (spoilers) were lesbian, but anyways it made me want to visit hainan and shanghai

Dumplings (2004) 👍 i mean i can’t eat dumplings anymore without gagging but

the burning sea (2021) 🤷🏻‍♀️ i remember laughing at the cheesiness (idk how accurately they translated from norwegian), but solid disaster movie

alive (2020) 👍 korean filmmakers really know zombies, but mix in quarantine era

Palm Springs (2020) 👍 went into this blind expecting white lotus lol (very much not white lotus)

The babysitter: killer queen (2020) 👍 i can only do horror if it’s campy horror

the menu (2022) 👎 well made movie, not for me

blockers (2018) 👍

joy ride (2023) 👍

Spider-Man: across the spider-verse (2023) 👍

king arthur: legend of the sword (2017) 👍 i don’t care i enjoyed its ridiculousness

Austenland (2013) 👍 it’s so bad!! i laughed, i cringed, i awww’ed

the tuxedo (2002) 🤷🏻‍♀️ better enjoyed in highlight clips

Matilda the musical (2022) 👎 if i hadn’t seen the danny devito version i might have enjoyed this

heathers the musical (2022) 👎 the off bway actors were better

Mayhem (2017) 👍 samara weaving and steven yeun! another movie apollo threw a covid dodgeball at

Charlie Chan at the wax museum (1940) 🤷🏻‍♀️ could’ve been good, hard to watch with the yellowface and racism

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022) 👍

shows i dropped this year/didn’t finish: justified (2010), killing eve (2018) , gannibal (2022), beef (2023), doom patrol (2019)

currently reading: bel canto, but mainly just a lot of medical articles

currently working on: finding a new job because hellooooo 2 year itch

current obsession: ok so if you look at english language sources, most say that pregnant onions are toxic and therefore not edible. however, the medicinal value of pregnant onions is apparently not uncommon knowledge in other cultures (fuck yeah china and south africa). so a family friend gave us a few mature plants that make into soup and i picked off the little seedlings and have been tending to them. that led to spending more time tending to my other plants (i have a lot more loquat trees than i remember) and now i’m trying to air layer some stuff. TLDR; gardening

tagging anyone who wants to do this :)

#tag game #tag me bc i’m sooo nosy about stuff people are watching #this was fun! i forgot i watched so many things so digging through my memory took a while #long post #.txt

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Hey! I just read the headcannon about period and i'd love to read an imagine with fabio about it. Maybe his girlfriend was having strong cramps and he could take care of her. Thanks.

Fabio Quartararo- That time again

I hate being on my period on any given day but some things make it worse and being at work is one of them. Which is why when I got to work today sat down and felt that I'd started I wanted to get up and go back home but sadly I couldn't as I had a lot to get done. Before I could do any of it I rooted through my bag and found some supplies right at the bottom and headed to the bathroom. On my way a few of the girls I speak to at the company looked at me and gave me a sympathetic smile clearly knowing exactly what was going on as we have all done it at some point. That didn't really make me feel any better especially when back at my desk there was a new set of papers for me to look at and a couple emails with things for me to get done today which weren't on my agenda to do today.

Throughout the day the cramps started to creep in which made my day worse and worse as they got more and more painful but I didn't have any pain killers so I just had to live with the pain until I could go home which felt like an eternity. Each minute felt like an hour which was painful but it did mean I was quite productive and was able to get all the extra things done as well as all the things I was aiming to do when I arrived. Eventually though the clock hit 6 and although usually I would stay a bit longer to finish things off today I grabbed my things and left straight away. My day went from bad to worse though as my car was pretty much out of fuel which meant I had to fill it up on the way home as I'm not at all like Fabio and wouldn't dare risk driving with no fuel.

Of course along the way there was loads of traffic for some reason which meant it took twice as long as usual to even get to the petrol station and once I was there only one pump was working so there was a long queue which I just had to sit in. All I had to keep me entertained was my phone which normally would be great but today no one had text me and my social media was just barren as there wasn't any posts or anything. Finally I was able to fill up my car and rejoin the traffic that appeared to just be everywhere today and was almost making me pull my hair out but luckily I made it home before I felt the need to resort to that but it was definitely close.

As soon as I walked in the door I wanted to go and find some painkillers so I went to the kitchen where our medicine cabinet is and rooted through everything in there as most of it is stuff Fabio uses for injuries. After taking out half of the things in there I found no painkillers which meant I either had to deal with the pain or go and get some which honestly after sitting in the traffic sounded like the worst thing imaginable. Instead of thinking about it I remembered that I needed to change so I went to the bathroom to find my supplies which are usually in a draw but when I opened it the draw was empty.

That was just about the last straw and by that point there was no controlling my emotions the tears just started flowing. I knew it was stupid to cry over it because there was a simple fix to all of my problems and that was to go to the store but after the horrendous day I've had even that felt like too much. For some reason with all the hormones it just felt like my life was crumbling around me and it wasn't helped by the fact that Fabio has been gone all weekend so I haven't seen him in days which always makes me more emotional than usual anyway.

Fabio's POV

Being away from home for days on end is never fun but when I eventually get to come home and be with y/n again I forget all about missing her so much and just enjoy our time together before I inevitably have to leave for another race weekend. This race was a lot further out so I had to leave earlier and have got back later than usual so we have been apart for longer than usual which makes me more excited then ever to see y/n and get to spend the evening purely cuddling with her. I know she has been having an awful time at work and I wish I could have been home or at least able to talk to her more but there was nothing I can do about that now all I can do is spend time with her now while I can.

Pulling into the driveway I saw her car there which meant she was home already and hadn't stayed late at work like she has been doing a lot recently. Although she was home when I opened the door no lights were on despite it being dark out and it was completely silent which is very unusual as even if y/n was upstairs where I couldn't see the light there would definitely be music or something playing throughout the house as I know she hates silence. I called her name to see where she was but there was no answer which made me panic as something just felt off like I knew something was wrong but I couldn't tell exactly what it was as sadly I'm not psychic.

I wanted to believe she was just busy so didn't hear me but I had to know where she was as the feeling of anxiety wouldn't leave me so I checked every room downstairs before heading up the stairs and checking all off the obvious places up there. I looked in her office as I thought she could be in there but she wasn't and then I checked our bedroom but she wasn't sat in there. Just as I was about leave and move on to the next room I heard sniffling and then sobbing from behind the bathroom door. Right away I knew that y/n was in there crying and probably had been for ages which made me feel awful that she had just been sat there crying on her own with no one to talk to make her feel better. It made me wonder if she has been doing this every night I've been away and because I haven't been here I haven't noticed how upset she has been. All of those thoughts had to be put to the side for the moment though as there is nothing I can do about the past but I can go in there and be there for her now.

So that's exactly what I did I opened the door to see her curled up on the floor next to the vanity where one of the draws was open. It took me a second but I quickly realised that the draw was the one she puts all of her period supplies and weirdly that made me feel a little better as it meant she probably hasn't been crying every night I was gone. As much as I didn't feel quite as bad it still wasn't nice to see her crying so I got down on the floor next to her and held her close to my chest and rubbed her back to hopefully calm her down. Her tears continued to flow but I could feel her grab onto me harder so I knew I just had to let her cry until she eventually stopped.

Your POV

After what felt like forever I heard the bathroom door open and I felt arms going around my waist which I knew instantly was Fabio. He pulled me to his chest and rubbed my back which presumably was to calm me down but I just couldn't stop the tears so instead I held onto him tighter just so he knew I appreciated him being there. To try and calm myself down I listened to his heartbeat which really helped to regulate mine and my breathing which eventually made the tears slow down until they stopped. Even once I stopped crying the room was still silent and Fabio just stroked my hair while keeping a tight grip on my waist which was comforting especially after having not seen him in so long it felt great to have his arms around me again. He let me hold onto him until I had calmed down fully and then he picked me up and carried me downstairs to the sofa where he sat me on his lap with his arms tightly around me.

"Are you ready to talk yet?" He asked

"Yeah" I croaked back with my voice breaking up from crying

"What's up then love?" He asked

"Well its a long story but I've had a horrible day and I started my period but we don't have any pain killers and I don't have any supplies which was my final straw which is why I was crying" I explained

"Oh darling I'm sorry how about you settle in here and put some comfy clothes on and I'll go to the store and get everything you need" he said

"That would be great thank you" I replied

With that he took me off his lap and went to put his shoes on before coming back over and giving me one last kiss before actually leaving the house. Once he was out the door I went upstairs and changed into a pair of shorts and one of Fabio's shirts that I always steal as its comfy and it usually smells like him which is always nice. While upstairs I took my makeup off and did my skincare as well as putting my hair up in a messy bun as thats all I could be bothered to do and I knew Fabio wouldn't care so I didn't worry about looking awful. It took me a while to get myself ready as I had no motivation to do anything quickly but I did eventually go back and settle in on the sofa just as Fabio got home. The smile on his face as he walked over was just so infectious that I couldn't help but smile back a tiny bit and my smile only got bigger when he sat next to me and gave me everything he got. He had got everything I needed but he also brought me chocolates and sweets as well as my favourite crisps because he is the sweetest person and the best boyfriend ever.

We sat down together for a bit with me eating some of the snacks he brought before he got up to go and make some proper dinner for the both of us. I watched him from the sofa for a while before getting lonely sat on my own so I got up and stood in a corner in the kitchen just watching as Fabio was all concentrated chopping up vegetables. He had his concentration face on which I've always found adorable so while he wasn't looking I took the opportunity just to stare at him and admire his face without him making fun of me for doing so. When he was done preparing things and had put everything in the oven he came over to where I was stood and pulled me onto the counter and then stood between my legs with his hands still on my waist. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment before I saw a change in his expression and then before I could react he was tickling my sides. I'm super ticklish and Fabio knows that so he likes to tickle me if he can get away with it as normally I run away before he can but he had me trapped this time. Within seconds I was giggling and could barely hold myself up so I fell onto his shoulder while begging him to stop.

Eventually he stopped tickling me but only when the timer went off signalling that the food was ready. As he had left me alone I took my chance to get away and get plates out and get water for the both of us which I took to the living room as I was not willing to sit at our dinning table after being sat at a desk all day. It wasn't long before Fabio joined me on the sofa and we tucked into our dinner which was much needed as I hadn't realised how hungry I was until I could smell the food being cooked. We ate in a comfortable silence until we were both done and Fabio took my plate off me to put it in the dishwasher and came back with bowls of ice cream for the both of us which I devoured in a few minutes which did make me cold but it was well worth it. As I was cold I got the blanket we keep on the sofa and forced Fabio to lie under it with me as I laid down on his chest as I pulled the blanket over me but luckily he didn't seem to care as he just let me snuggle in and put the tv on.

For the rest of the evening we watched our favourite show together and just kind of hung out catching up on our days as we hadn't really talked about what we had done during the day. I told Fabio all about my awful day which he was sympathetic about but he also did laugh at my misfortunes a little when I told him about the disaster I had getting fuel which I had to admit was a little funny. Just laying there with him made me forget all about my period and how much everything hurt which was great as usually it bugs me constantly to the point that I can't sleep. Today however that wasn't the problem and in fact I felt myself getting tired laying on the sofa and eventually just gave into the tiredness. At some point I woke up a bit when I felt Fabio carrying me up to bed and laying me down but when I felt his arm go around my waist again I went straight back to sleep.

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After having a nice relaxing evening my morning didn't get off to the best start as my cramps were back in full force and I slept through my alarm so I had to get to ready for work super quickly. I managed to get myself ready in record time and said goodbye to Fabio before running to the garage to get in my car. Like always I got in and attempted to start the car but it didn't start which confused me as I put fuel in it yesterday and I recently got it all checked out at a garage so there was no reason for it not to work so I tried again and again until I just decided to give up. It is quite a walk to my office but I just needed to get there so that was about my only option so I had to go back inside and drop my keys off and put new shoes on as I was not about to walk in heels. Fabio was stood in the kitchen when I came back in and looked at me confused but when I put my car keys back he must have understood as he dropped everything and grabbed his keys as well as my hand to take me to his car.

Fabio happily drove me to work even though he has other things he should be doing and he even told me he would pick me up after work which was sweet of him as I know he is usually busy when I finish work. He also came into the office with me to say a quick hello to my coworkers as they have met him a few times and absolutely love him so we all had a quick conversation before everyone had to get on with their day and I said goodbye to Fabio for real this time. I watched him leave out the window in my office because I know Fabio too well and as he drove out the car park he was waving out of his window and then jokingly flipped me off once he saw I was watching him. Naturally I just smiled but took a picture of me doing the same and sent it to him so that he would look at it later and then the next time he texted me he would see it again.

Overall work wasn't awful but my cramps stayed all day and didn't ease even with pain killers so when Fabio finally arrived to pick me up it felt like an end to my nightmare as at least I could go home and lay down for the rest of the day. The whole drive home Fabio had his hand on my thigh and was tracing circles on it which was a nice distraction from the pain and he was playing a playlist of songs we both love which also distracted me as I was just listening to songs and reminiscing about the times they reminded me of. It was nice to be reminded of all the great memories I have with Fabio as sometimes I forget about about some of the things we have done together as there has just been so many wonderful memories that they often all cloud together in one so to think about each one separately and remember the emotions I felt at the time was refreshing. By the time we got home I was feeling much happier and even had a smile on my face which isn't something you see often when I'm on my period so Fabio had managed to achieve quite a feat.

Once we were home Fabio and I cooked dinner together again and although he did most of the work I enjoyed spending the time with him and dancing around the kitchen together with not a care in the world. The enjoyment didn't last long though because as soon as I ate dinner my cramps got stronger than they have been so far and I felt like I could barely move they hurt that much. I ended up curled up in a corner of the sofa with Fabio stroking my side trying his best to comfort me which I know isn't easy as I can get moody but its sweet that he tries his best still. He has always been super sympathetic when I'm on my period as although he will never fully understand he always tries his best to listen to what I say and not think he knows everything which some of my past partners have done.

He knows me so well that after a while of my just laying there listening to me groaning he picked me up from the sofa and took me to the bathroom where he ran a hot bath while running back and forth to get things. He brought candles in, towels, some clothes for me to change into after my bath and then he went downstairs and brought up some strawberries for me as he knows I love them. When the bath was ready he left me alone so that I could relax by myself so I did just that, I let the warm water ease the pain in my back and lower stomach and just enjoyed the time alone with nothing to do. The whole time I was in the bath I didn't think about work or anything that usually stresses me out, my mind was just kind of empty which never happens but it was nice not to be stressing about anything.

Getting out the bath I grabbed the clothes Fabio got for me and couldn't help but giggle as he had brought me a pair of his sweatpants and one of his t shirts which looked ridiculous on as they were huge but they were so comfy I kind of didn't care. To go along with the fact that I already looked kind of a mess I took my makeup off and put my hair up into a loose bun to get it out of my way. I used to care a lot more about how I looked around Fabio but since we moved in together I don't feel like I need to look good all the time especially as he seems to compliment me even more when I just look natural. My insecurities have also definitely gotten better since I've been with Fabio as he does everything he can to make me feel good about myself all the time and when I don't he doesn't dismiss it he just tries to make me feel better.

When I came back out Fabio was laying on our bed with blankets and a hot water bottle which he gave to me right away and then he tucked me up in the blankets which was very comfortable. He put a movie on which we watched all cuddled up together under the millions of blankets and then when the hot water bottle got cold I started to lay on Fabio as he is like a human radiator. The movie quickly turned into background noise when Fabio started to massage my back and draw shapes on it as that always relaxes me and send me to sleep within minutes which is great as without him I probably wouldn't be able to sleep for most of my period which is why he is the best when it it that time of the month.

#Fabio Quartararo #fabio quartararo fluff #fabio quartararo x reader #MotoGP #motogp imagines #motogp one shots #motogp fluff

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