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𝐂𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛 𝐎’𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥 | hphm minor character profile

Warnings: Mentions of death, illness, child neglect, and child abuse

✧ IDENTITY ✧

Full Name: Cian Jacob O’Donnell

Nicknames: Key

Name Meanings: Cian → Irish, “ancient” ; Jacob → Hebrew, “supplanter” ; O’Donnell → Irish, “descendant of Domhnall.”

Date of Birth: January 18, 1965

Gender: Male ; he/him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: Irish

Residence: County Donegal, Ireland (birth to 16) ; Portrait Vault (age 16 to 24) ; Various locales across the United Kingdom & Ireland (age 24 to death)

✧ APPEARANCE & VOICE ✧

Faceclaim: Nick Robinson

Height: 6’0”

Build: Athletic

Hair: Dark brown hair that varies in length and style depending on which point in life he is

Eye Color: Hazel

Defects & Modifications: Cian has a few scars scattered across his body. Most are from the Cursed Vaults, but he did gain five during the second Wizarding War.

Style: Jeans ; t-shirts ; sweaters ; loafers ; sneakers ; jean jackets ; plaid shirts

Voiceclaim: Nick Robinson

Languages Spoken: English, Irish Gaelic

Languages Understood: English, Irish Gaelic

✧ PERSONALITY ✧

MBTI Type: ENTJ — the commander

“Frank, decisive, assume leadership readily. Quickly see illogical and inefficient procedures and policies, develop and implement comprehensive systems to solve organizational problems. Enjoy long-term planning and goal setting. Usually well informed, well read, enjoy expanding their knowledge and passing it on to others. Forceful in presenting their ideas.” 1

Positive Traits: Intelligent, courageous, efficient, energetic, self-confident, rarely gives up, strategic thinker, charismatic, charming

Neutral Traits: Stubborn, reserved, well-organized, assertive, friendly, reliable

Negative Traits: Easily manipulated, can be arrogant, standoffish, intolerant, impatient, does not handle emotions well, cold, ruthless, blunt, aggressive

Interests & Hobbies: Dueling ; mysteries ; reading ; football/soccer ; running ; listening to music

✧ MAGIC ✧

Wand: Cian’s wand is made of hawthorn wood with a dragon heartstring core and is ten inches long with a supple flexibility.

“Hawthorn wands might be particularly suited to healing magic, but they were also adept at curses, and it had been generally observed that the hawthorn wand seemed most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn was not easy to master, however, and one should only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent.” 2

Patronus: Stoat

Boggart: The corpses of his parents, grandparents, and Duncan Ashe

Riddikulus: None, Cian never manages to find a way to cast riddikulus.

Amortentia:

Cian smells like peppermint, leather, parchment, and bergamot.

Cian smells ocean air, chips/French fries, freshly baked bread, peat, and hair gel.

✧ HOGWARTS ✧

House: Gryffindor

Best Subjects: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Herbology

Worst Subjects: Potions, Transfiguration, Arithmancy

Extracurriculars: Dueling club

✧ EMPLOYMENT ✧

Affiliations: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

Professions:

Age 24 to death - Odd jobs that he could find while traveling

✧ RELATIONSHIPS ✧

Parents: Seán Michael O’Donnell [deceased, 1936-1978] and Ailis Ciara O’Donnell née Lynch [deceased, 1936-1974]

Both former Ravenclaws, Seán O’Donnell and Ailis Lynch were married on May 29, 1962. Ailis had recently turned twenty-six, while Seán was a few weeks shy of his twenty-sixth birthday. They loved each other dearly, and had their first child, Cian, in early 1965. It took eight years for them to have another child and in summer 1973, Seán and Ailis had quadruplets, Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor. Ailis died a year later. Four years after Ailis died, Seán died as well.

Cian had always been closer to his mother, so her death hit him very hard. He never quite recovered from losing her, so the subsequent losses of his father, grandparents, and love interest hit him very hard.

Faceclaims: Pierce Brosnan and Stephanie Zimbalist

Siblings: Ryan Michael O’Donnell ; Cara Rose O’Donnell ; Sara Ailis O’Donnell ; Conor Lorcan O’Donnell

Born on August 18, 1973, Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor are eight years younger than Cian and are quadruplets. Starting Hogwarts in 1984, the quads were each sorted into a different house with Ryan in Gryffindor, Cara in Slytherin, Sara in Hufflepuff, and Conor in Ravenclaw. They also began investigating the Cursed Vaults, just as Cian had.

Cian never had a close relationship with Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor for multiple reasons. There was the eight year age gap, which meant that Cian often wasn’t interested in hanging out with little kids and he never wanted to do much with them as babies either. There was the strong bond the younger four O’Donnell siblings had. This was probably the biggest reason and Cian held a bit of resentment towards this close bond. He often felt like they didn’t need, or care, about him.

Faceclaims: Jaeden Martell, Sadie Sink, Malina Weissman, and Jack Moore

Grandparents:

Lorcan Ryan O’Donnell [deceased, 1905-1979]

Rose Marie O’Donnell née Boyle [deceased, 1906-1979]

Conor Ryan Lynch [deceased, 1900-1964]

Ciara Mary Lynch née Mallon [deceased, 1900-1964]

Uncle: Doyle Brannigan Lynch [deceased, 1925-1998]

After the deaths of his paternal grandparents, Cian and his siblings were placed in the custody of their mother’s older brother, Doyle, who was born on December 13, 1925. A cold and calculating man, Doyle instantly noticed the weakness in his eldest nephew. He exploited that weakness, playing into the boy’s grief and manipulating Cian into doing his bidding.

Cian hero worshiped his uncle a lot during his time at Hogwarts. He thought that Doyle could do no wrong and grew blind to the things that Doyle was doing to him and his siblings. That hero worship diminished during his time in the portrait vault, but he was never able to look beyond the lies that Doyle had installed in him.

Nieces: Theodora Ailis “Dora” O’Donnell-Lee ; Violet Cara O’Donnell-Lee ; Keira Willow Khanna-O’Donnell ; Winifred Ailis O’Donnell ; Namoi Ailis O’Donnell

Nephews: Declan Ryan O’Donnell-Lee ; Brendan Conor O’Donnell-Lee ; Michael George O’Donnell ; Seth Lorcan O’Donnell ; Ciaran Judah O’Donnell

Siblings-in-law: Penelope Dawn “Penny” Haywood ; Rowan Indu Khanna ; Barnaby Abernathy Lee ; Ruth Abigail Lyman

Friends: Duncan Ashe, Olivia Green

Love Interest: Duncan Ashe

Cian first began crushing on Duncan in his fifth year. They had been best friends since meeting on the Hogwarts Express and Cian had always known that he felt something different for Duncan. Over the course of the year, his crush on Duncan only grew and eventually, Cian realized that he was in love with Duncan. However, Cian never managed to get the courage to ask Duncan out and just as he had begun planning to ask Duncan on a date, Duncan was killed.

Duncan’s death was the final straw for Cian. He threw himself into the Cursed Vaults, neglecting his other friendships, classes, and everything else. He had no time for anything else and grief sunk its claws deeper into him.

Pets: None

✧ HISTORY & BACKGROUND ✧

Hometown: County Donegal, Ireland

Pre-Hogwarts Childhood:

Cian Jacob O’Donnell was born on January 18, 1965 to Seán and Ailis O’Donnell in Dublin, Ireland. The first eight years of his life were stable and full of love. That began to change when his mother announced that she was pregnant… with the quadruplets.

Cian’s baby siblings, Ryan Michael, Cara Rose, Sara Ailis, and Conor Lorcan were born prematurely on August 18, 1973. His life did a complete 180 and Cian could never quite figure out if it was a good thing or a bad thing. He knew how much his parents had wanted another child. But years later, knowing their fates, Cian couldn’t help but wonder if the quadruplets were just a catalyst for what came after.

A little less than one year later, Ailis fell seriously, and mysteriously, ill. No one was able to identify a cause or a cure and Ailis O’Donnell passed, peacefully, on August 2, 1974. Cian was heartbroken and never really recovered from losing her.

The next two years passed in a blur, as his father adapted to being a single father of five. Cian’s paternal grandparents moved in and provided a lot of assistance. There wasn’t enough time, or caring adults, to adequately notice how grief was sinking its claws into the boy, though.

Hogwarts Years:

In 1976, Cian began attending Hogwarts. He was quickly sorted into Gryffindor, although the hat did consider Slytherin for a moment. Hogwarts seemed to do some good for the boy… until news came in April of 1978 that Seán had been killed in an automobile wreck. Cian sunk inwards on himself, lashing out and then the Cursed Vaults fell into his lap.

The Vaults distracted him from the grief of three successive losses in less than eighteen months and Cian quickly became obsessed with them. The obsession coupled with the intensifying grief and loneliness made Cian an easy target for his manipulative uncle, Doyle Lynch as Cian and his siblings had been placed in Doyle’s custody following the deaths of their father and grandparents.

The tipping point, though, came when Cian was sixteen when his best friend, and crush, Duncan Ashe was killed. Unable to cope in a healthy way, Cian threw himself even deeper into the Cursed Vaults. It ultimately led up to Cian’s expulsion and entrapment in the Portrait Vault.

Adulthood:

For eight long years, Cian was trapped in the Vault, his mind slowly warping with an intense grief and guilt. Then, in June of 1989, Cian was released from the Portrait Vault by his younger siblings. He was unable to recognize them, as they’d grown so much bigger than the eight-year-olds Cian remembered.

He fled from Hogwarts, and sunk into hiding, unsure of how to cope with the burden on his chest and an intense desire for acceptance.

When the second war began, Cian’s yearning for acceptance had grown stronger. He’d never felt fully accepted by his siblings, the four sharing a bond that was too much for him to feel involved. This resulted in Cian feigning an alliance with the Death Eaters for about ten weeks. He never became a death eater or even subscribed to their ideology, though. His grandparents had been muggles and Cian had always held them in the highest of esteem, along with his own parents. Eventually, in December of 1997, Cian fled once again, deserting the war.

He worked on and off for the remaining years of his life, working odd jobs for anyone who would spare some money.

Old Age & Death:

In 2002, desolate and miserable, Cian fell fatally ill. He died, penniless, alone, and nearly unrecognizable, in the ward of magical bugs at Leighis Hospital in Dublin. His body was identified by his sister, Sara, a healer who had never discovered that her oldest brother was a patient in her hospital until he had already passed.

He was laid to rest next to his parents and grandparents. His headstone reads: A man who never recovered from the loss life dealt him. Here lies Cian Jacob O’Donnell. January 18, 1965–December 13, 2002. Brother, son, friend.

✧ MISCELLANEOUS ✧

Trivia:

Cian physically aged in the portrait vault and kept his hair long, even after he was released.

As mentioned, Cian was almost a hatstall between Gryffindor and Slytherin. He was sorted into Gryffindor in about four minutes and fifty-five seconds, thus making him just under a hatstall.

Cian doesn’t really like the person that he has become. He’s very conflicted about himself in general, though.

Cian never knew what career that he wanted to pursue. He was focused on the Vaults and on gaining his uncle’s approval and also R’s approval. He eventually settled on being either an auror or curse-breaker. However, once he’s freed from the Vaults, he doesn’t pursue any career. He just kinda traveled everywhere after, aimlessly wandering.

Cian can be a bit spineless and has a desire to gain people’s approval, which makes him do stupid things.

Cian is the great-grandson of Cillian Lynch and Orla O’Rourke. Their son, Conor Ryan, is Cian’s maternal grandfather, although Conor passed away before Cian was born.

When Ailis O’Donnell died, an ancient protection magic wove itself into her five children. While it didn’t do all that much for her eldest son, who was nine at the time, it did provide much protection to her younger four children, aged eleven months. Its power wasn’t based on who was loved more. No, this magic’s power was influenced more by the children’s ages than anything else, really. Her eldest, at nine, never managed to recover from the grief and over the next seven years, her son’s destructive grief overpowered the magic. Her younger four, being much younger, had no memory of Ailis and so, the grief they held was different, less oppressive than her eldest son’s. Thus, it was able to be strengthened over time as it fed on the love and bond that always held steadfast for the quadruplets.

Cian is a bit of a foil for my other iteration of the Jacob character, Sawyer Fitzgerald.

Important Links:

Cian’s tag

The Cian Jacob tag

#cian o’donnell #cian jacob o’donnell #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm character profile #my aesthetic #my character profile #hphm jacob #hphm minor oc #here’s the quads’ disaster older brother!#i don’t talk about him much but he’s definitely one of my more complex characters #minor oc

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lanalover6969 · 2 years

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meditating upon Lana’s hand on Lois’ waist when she catches her

#op #they don't put some characters in the same scenes because they know theyd be too powerful #its like how lois is never in the same room as lex #they cant risk exposing ppl to the disaster quad (lex lana clark lois)

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pinievsev · 1 year

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Request: Hey I was wondering if you could do an Ajax x reader fic where Y/N can speak to animals and when she walks past Ajax she can hear the snakes talking about and admiring her so she starts to talk to them and Ajax is like wtf ofc they end up together but still it would be a funny one shot, like for example when they're taking a test next to each-other the snakes just tell her it answers. You don't have to make one but it would be greatly appreciated if you do could <3.

I absolutely love this! I've wanted to write something including his snakes- but I didn't know what! So! Let's go! (P.s. I have a lot of requests and alot of things to focus on and it's pretty hard so I'm sorry if these take along time)

SNAKE TALK!

Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader. (Because the request specifically uses she/her <3)

Synopsis: in which, a certain Gorgon's snakes take a liking to Enid's best friend ;)

The reader is a Zoolinguist.

Zoolinguism: ability of communicating with animals. (Had to do some deep research on this)

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You had been Enid's best friend for the past semester, it's only been a month since you started this one, and everything is going great except for one thing. Sometimes when walking around the campus, mainly the quad, you hear mumbling in really high pitched hushed voices, if that makes sense. You've told Enid but she has absolutely no idea what it could be, you knew animals weren't usually aloud in school.

You were sitting at the quad with Enid breaking your heads trying to figure out what it could be. Suddenly, you heard mumbling again, this time, detriment to find out what it was, you go focused on it. "Ohhh look! Look there she is!" "She's pretty!" "Come on!! Go closer!!",were some of the things you heard along with what sounded like hissing. Wait! Hissing?!.

"Enid!" You said shaking your head "what animal makes some type of hissing sound?" she narrowed her eyes "cats?" You shook your head "can't be.." just then the bell rang, oh god you had a test in astronomy (I'm too lazy to find out a name myself, sorry not sorry j.k.r <3) "sorry Enid, gotta run! We'll talk later" she nodded as you sped walked off.

You knew, nothing. "Damnit" you mumbled Staring at the paperwork Infront of you. It was like the latters didn't form words, it was a disaster. You looked to your side, seeing your crush and friend Ajax, the way his nose scrunched when he didn't know something was adorable to you. Turning back you blinked rapidly trying to make sense of the question, then you heard it again, mumbling and decided to focus once more "4! The answers 4!" You heard the voices. You filled in number 4. This went on untill you finished your test. You didn't know who or what they were but you sure were thankful. Walking out of class you mumbled a "thanks" hoping they heard and walked off, leaving Ajax confused, and distressed trying to get his snakes to stay in his beanie. They've been acting weirdly lately. And he didn't know why.

You walked into your dorm, full speed "Enid! Guess what!" She jumped, turning off her music "yeah? Do tell!" She jumped on her bed Patting the spot Infront of her for you to sit, and you did "I had a test in astronomy, and I knew nothing right?" She nodded "and then I heard them again, the voices" her eyes widened "and?! Come on!!" "They were telling me the answers!" You smiled wide eyed and you both started laughing "seriously?!" You nodded frantically trying to catch your breath "yes! Seriously!" She thought for a second "so you said, they are alot of voices together right?" You nodded "and they are high pitched?" "Yup!" "Hm, maybe the animals are small" "most likely yeah." "And they make hissing sounds?" "Yes what are you trying to say?" She shrugged.

You were, once again, in the quad. When Ajax walked up to you "Hey! Y/n!" You looked up "hi!" He sat down next to you "are you alright? You've been acting kind of weird lately... And so have my snakes" he whispered the last part but you heard and your eyes went wide "your snakes?!" He nodded "oh my god- that's it!" You laughed rubbing your face "what's it?!" And then they started mumbling again, it sounded like Laughing so you laughed along "you scared me" you said to them breathing out "how did i-? What?" Ajax said "no you your snakes!" Just them two of them popped out of his beanie"hi!" They said and you waved "wait what-?" Ajax looked up and his eyes went wide "have they been..." "Talking about and to me? Yeah, they even told me the answers yesterday" Ajax put on a fake betrayed face "you traitors" you shook your head "what can I say, they love me" "they're not the only ones" he mumbled "what?" "What?" "What did you just say?.." he gulped "nothing, I said nothing" "no you did" you looked up at the snakes still poking out of the beanie "he said he loves you" your eyes went wide "you... What?" He sighed "traitors.." I said- I love you" you nodded breathing heavily "I... Me too, I love you too" he smiled "good! That good" you giggled at his awkwardness "now kiss!" You heard the snakes again "fine fine" "what-" you cut him off, kissing him, smiling into his lips as they cheered.

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Thank you so much to @iamonewiththebitches for the request <3!

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sopeiism · 11 months

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“JUST LIKE THAT.” : MIGUEL O’HARA !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀“OH, VAMOS, CARIÑO.”

⠀IN WHICH .. miguel has a rough day at work and just wants to be intimate with his significant other, the two get down to business; however, it’s unlike anything anyone would’ve guessed the two to be.

⠀GENRE .. slutty!miguel xx dominant!reader. established relationship. smut. drabble (0.7k)

⠀CONTENTS .. mdni. nsfw. no plot/plotless. unprotected sex. pegging. overstimulation. hair pulling. praising. dumbification. crying. begging. pet names (cariño & baby). malebottom. femdom.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀VIGOROUS SOUNDS .. of skin clasping together ricocheted off the bedroom walls, intertwining with the creaks and rocks of the bed frame that moved along with it. If it weren’t for the industrial screws that were drilled into the beams of the wood, the entire bed would’ve been scattered about all over the floor.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Scratch marks were carved into the headboard, almost like they were engraved into it. Bits and pieces of the semi-shattered bedpost fell onto the mattress with every thrust that was rutted. The desperate grasps at the mattress sheets were also taking those same pieces in; the man far too lost in the pleasure to even realize the irritation of the wood flakes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Each time his precious lover hit just the right spot— the same spot that would make his legs grow weak, hairs stick up, body become limp— his eyes would roll back entirely, the only visible part being the sclera. Sultry whimpers would exert his locked jaw that was helplessly falling open with every hip curl [Y/N] gave him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Her actions; how she grazed her calloused hands all along his large brawny shoulder blades, the tips of her acrylics causing cold shivers to travel up the man’s spine— left the man an utter and complete disaster beneath her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Miguel was entirely unaware of exactly how overpowering his beloved girlfriend could be. Never in his life would he have expected to be left hopeless due to her dominance. She was an arrogant one, a stubborn one to put nicely, yet she was still smaller than him in size rather than height.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He was glad that he was larger than her in muscle wise due to their obvious height differences; [Y/N] non stop teasing the man about having to look up at her, or ask her for guidance on getting things off tall shelves.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Yet now, she was even taunting him in bed, something that should’ve been his specialty.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Oh, vamos, cariño. I know you can handle it” ( Oh, c’mon, darling. ) her low and raspy voice allured into his ear, fingers grazing his scalp with her opposite hand placed gently along his slim waist.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Her deathly slow and coordinated strokes were torturing the poor man like no other, his sharp fingers scratched and pulling at the seams of the pillow his face was buried into.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“O-Oh- please- A-Ah Shit! Oh please, please fuck me harder, baby. Please” the man felt as if he were grasping at straws with his fist burying deep into the mattress and his other delving into the sheets.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The moment she heard his croaked voice spew out whines of mercy, a sly grin marred the woman's features. She adored it entirely how he was practically begging on his knees for her, wanting her to ruin his perfectly broad body.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Dragging her fingers down his back, she swiftly slid them along his hips before realigning her own. Miguel was amidst taking a deep breath before yet another loud and obscene groan of pleasure dripped off his tongue, [Y/N] once again rutting into him with her strap-on.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Her pace this time was more frequent, not allowing the man to catch his breath before more moans found their way into the air. She loved how each time she gripped his waist harder and the tip of the strap-on hit the right spot; Miguel shoved his head deeper into the pillow.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀One of [Y/N] hands traveled down his thigh, the man’s quad tensing at the feeling. She curled her fingers around the base of his dick, stroking it slowly and causing more cries of satisfaction to tumble from his quivering lips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Each time her thumb nail would caress his tip, his body would tremble and bottom lip would be locked between his teeth. Going at the same pace with both was treacherous for Miguel, the man struggling all too hard to not let loose on the spot.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, he was no match for the bone chilling euphoric pleasure he was enduring, broken gasps and ragged cries trickling from his trembling mouth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“F-Fuck, baby, I-I-I’m gonna cum. S-S-Shit! shit shit shit” Miguel mewled out with his eyes rolling back yet again, white liquids sputtering out from the tip of his erections whilst [Y/N] continued to pump him through his climax.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“Yeahh, Just like that, papito. Déjalo salir todo.” ( Let it all out. ) The woman cooed into Miguel’s ear, watching with delight flowing through her veins as he melted beneath her simple touch; becoming a heaving and panting mess all over the mattress.

#♱ JLT. miguel ohara #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x reader #spider-man 2099 #spiderman 2099 smut #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #miguel ohara #spiderman2099 #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader

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thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai · 10 days

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One very admirable trait of Yuuri is his determination to go through with an idea no matter how terrified he is if that brings him closer to his goal. We see this trait come into play over and over throughout the show. Often, this drives him to do something he has never done before but knows how to do in theory.

And then there's this:

Viktor has assigned Yuuri a short programme, but Yuuri has absolutely no clue how to perform it because he doesn't get Eros.

Yuuri has yet to learn what (unconditional) love is, too, but he is able grasp it on a subconscious level since he doesn't struggle to explain his interpretation of On Love: Agape

based on the level of understanding he is currently at.

However, Eros is a concept so foreign to him that his reaction to the music is just this:

He can't even put his associations in words (note his clueless tone). These two very different reactions to both arrangements reflect perfectly his own experience and his (current) understanding of "unconditional love" and "sexual love".

Yuuri is the kind of person who despite his anxiety boldly changes the composition of his programmes over and over because he's that desparate to win and this results in some badass moves like:

putting all the jumps of his SP into the second half just because he has stamina

turning the solo jump (3S) in his SP into a quad although he never landed a 4S in competition

going back to jump 3 quads in his FS instead of one

exchange the 4T in his FS against Viktor's signature move

and most prominently: jumps 4 quads so that his FS has the same difficulty as Viktor's

While all of these are daunting for Yuuri, they're doable because he knows how to execute these jumps and he knows he has the stamina to go through with it. The ultimate result boils down to timing, technique, and stamina. But skating to Eros is a major disaster for Yuuri because he delivers his best skating when he skates true to his feelings, and to make things even worse, the stakes are astronomical (they aren't, but that's what he thinks). How should he portray something he can't even feel? How is he supposed to win the Onsen on Ice with that, especially since he believes that losing Viktor as a coach is at stake? No wonder the poor boy outright freaks out at the thought.

Yuuri would have been happy skating to Agape because he has an innate basic understanding of unconditional love. However, he's completely blind to Eros and will need to rely on workarounds to deliver a somewhat decent performance--at least until he and Viktor know each other well enough for Yuuri to figure out how to seduce him with his skating.

And yet in that moment, Yuuri doesn't flinch because he wants Viktor to coach him. He wants to win the Grand Prix Final. He wants Viktor for himself and to eat katsudon with him. All these things embody a dream he has been pursuing for half his life, a dream that involves skating and Viktor, and for the first time in his life, this dream is within reach. He's not going to let a 15-year-old punk take that away from him, he's going to fight for it with all he has. Because even though Yuuri doesn't get Eros, he has eros and this eros is very possessive (and Viktor happens to like that a lot, but Yuuri doesn't know that yet).

Even when he's terrified does Yuuri keep pursuing his goals because he has this strong determination inside him that pushes him to great lengths to make his dreams reality. Nothing is too difficult not to try. Not even when he's supposed to portray with his skating something he neither feels nor has a concept of. He's terrified, he isn't ready for that, but he does it anyway. To me, that's an exceptional showcase of his bravery.

A little rant below:

I often see fans treat Yuuri like his anxiety and his determination combined turn him into an enigma of contradictions. Like he's two different personas. But these two traits don't contradict each other at all. That's called bravery and this bravery eventually starts bleeding into Yuuri's off-ice decisions like when he sends Viktor home to Makkachin although he needs Viktor by his side, or when he decides to quit his dream so that Viktor can continue pursuing his (that was a bullshit decision, but that's not the point).

Yuuri claims that he needs Viktor to believe in him and that because of Viktor's love he is stronger, and while it's true that Viktor is a positive influence, his presence in Yuuri's life only reinforces Yuuri's own innate strength.

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi meta #yuri on ice meta #katsuki yuuri #on love: eros #not sure whether I should continue posting metas at all but I had to get this out of my system

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dinozarr · 7 months

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writing sluttypegging!gojo because i can ¹⁸⁺

𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 . . . vigorous sounds of skin clasping together ricocheted off the bedroom walls, intertwining with the creaks and rocks of the bed frame that moved along with it. If it weren't for the industrial screws that were drilled into the beams of the wood, the entire bed would've been scattered about all over the floor.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Each time his precious lover hit just the right spot—the same spot that would make his legs grow weak, hairs stick up, body become limp—his eyes would roll back entirely, the only visible part being the sclera. Sultry whimpers would exert his locked jaw that was helplessly falling open with every hip curl you gave him.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Your actions; how you grazed your calloused hands all along his large brawny shoulder blades, the tips of your acrylics causing cold shivers to travel up the man's spine—left the man an utter and complete disaster beneath you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Satoru was entirely unaware of exactly how overpowering his beloved girlfriend could be. Never in his life would he have expected to be left hopeless due to your dominance. You were an arrogant one, a stubborn one to put nicely, yet you were still smaller than him in size rather than height.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀He was glad that he was larger than you in muscle wise due to their obvious height differences; you non stop teasing the man about having to look up at you, or ask you for guidance on getting things off tall shelves.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Yet now, you were even taunting him in bed, something that should've been his specialty.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Oh, vamos, cariño. I know you can handle it" ( Oh, c'mon, darling ) your low and raspy voice allured into his ear, fingers grazing his scalp with your opposite hand placed gently along his slim waist.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Your deathly slow and coordinated strokes were torturing the poor man like no other, his fingers scratched and pulling at the seams of the pillow his face was buried into.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"O-Oh- please- A-Ah Shit! Oh please, please fuck me harder, baby. Please" the man felt as if he were grasping at straws with his fist burying deep into the mattress and his other delving into the sheets.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The moment you heard his croaked voice spew out whines of mercy, a sly grin marred the your features. You adored it entirely how he was practically begging on his knees for you, wanting you to ruin his perfectly broad body.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Dragging your fingers down his back, you swiftly slid them along his hips before realigning your own. Satoru was amidst taking a deep breath before yet another loud and obscene groan of pleasure dripped off his tongue, you, once again, rutting into him with your strap-on.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Your pace this time was more frequent, not allowing the man to catch his breath before more moans found their way into the air. You loved how each time you gripped his waist harder and the tip of the strap-on hit the right spot; Satoru shoved his head deeper into the pillow.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀One of your hands traveled down his thigh, the man's quad tensing at the feeling. You curled your fingers around the base of his dick, stroking it slowly and causing more cries of satisfaction to tumble from his quivering lips.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Each time your thumb nail would caress his tip, his body would tremble and bottom lip would be locked between his teeth. Going at the same pace with both was treacherous for Satoru, the man struggling all too hard to not let loose on the spot.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀However, he was no match for the bone chilling euphoric pleasure he was enduring, broken gasps and ragged cries trickling from his trembling mouth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"F-Fuck, baby, I-I-l'm gonna cum. S-S-Shit! shit, shit, shit" Satoru mewled out with his eyes rolling back yet again to see the pearly gates, white liquids sputtering out from the tip of his erections whilst you continued to pump him through his climax.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Yeahh, Just like that, papito. Déjalo salir todo." ( Let it all out ) you cooed into Satoru’s ear, watching with delight flowing through your veins as he melted beneath your simple touch; becoming a heaving and panting mess all over the mattress.

NOTEZ : if u couldn’t tell i stole this LOLZ (it was from my old account dw) cus i was lazy and still at work rn so this the best ur getting🥸🥸‼️

#❙ ⋆ 𝒁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝑺 ❞#gojo x reader #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #anime smut #female reader

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wisteriagoesvroom · 5 months

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unnecessarily specific headcanons for college!AU f1 drivers, part 1

charles

- major: marine biology

- always asks you to save you a seat at the caf and watch his bag then disappears for an hour and a half. when you have to run to your next class you find him on the quad and he’s made four new friends and is playing football and is super apologetic that he forgot his bag. you only forgive him because he’s so charming

- dorm room is a bit of a disaster. sports and pop culture memorabilia everywhere with no particular regard for look or feel, it’s just vibes

- makes music in his free time tho is not above making people listen to his lofi mixes on ableton

- has a t shirt tan from always being out doing fieldwork

- doesn’t make a big deal about studying but is constantly on JSTOR and tops classes rankings all the time. knows the librarians on a first name basis. crosses over with max in a lecture and ends up debating him every lesson about some soil degradation minutiae that runs way beyond class time

- often forgets to call his family, but when they do speak, the conversations last hours

- flirts with anything that moves. knows he can cash in the relationship capital at some point but it’s not malicious, just strategic

- is close friends with Pierre. they constantly speak rapid fire French to each other and gossiping about people in front of them when they think nobody understands

- definitely gets caught by the local paper for climbing the historical bell tower on the last day before graduation

max

- major: geography

- writes a shockingly good first year thesis. so good that he fucks over the bell curve for everyone else and thus alienates most people

- blatantly abuses the open office hours to go argue with the profs about pedantic points from their seminars. they actually fear him and respect him in equal regard

- will talk about the geographies of war and peace in such unnecessary detail that most people at student parties know to avoid him so as not to get maxsplained at the fruit punch

- knows only how to make 5 dishes and keeps making the same few (one of them has potatoes and raisins in it. his dorm mates do not know how to feel).

- is all about efficiency. definitely abuses a 12-in-1 shampoo and this is a detail he will never live down even when everyone graduates. at one point he resorts to eating “prepacked food” until someone (probably his TA Daniel) points out that those are army rations that you normally heat up in like, the desert

- spots a statistical error in one of the papers in year end finals, and correctly challenges their prof wolff on it. prof wolff doesn’t like that one bit.

george

- major: finance

- head of student union and will not shut up about it

- won on a platform that de-emphasised radical politics in favour of “real hard hitting issues that affect our campus welfare” including alumni fundraising

- is in fact very close with the alumni. so much so they find him annoying but will still donate every time he asks them to open their pockets for better decor in the dorms or whatever

- will one day end up running the regional arm of a Fortune 500 investment bank, before he runs for political office because someone told him he couldn’t do it and he wanted to prove a point

- gets too drunk one day and ends up running half-clothed around the quad singing adele very off key. will pay a PR specialist a huge sum when he’s older to have this scrubbed from the internet

- his friend Alex teases him about his swottiness constantly. alex is not part of the student union but somehow everyone on campus knows him anyway and loves him

alex

- major: maths and statistics

- is such a nice dude that the cafeteria workers actually smuggle him secret (and more ethnic) food on the side

- will quietly put his hand up in a lecture and say “respectfully, this is why the combinatronics sequence should be…” and is usually right

- one of the very few members of the overwhelmingly white college campus who can dance, and meets his partner lily at the ballroom dance club or something. has waltzed with George when drunk too. (Alex leads. George is not really happy about it)

- keeps a running excel sheet of who wins the drinking games at the silverstone dorm, where the gang regularly meets

- got in on an aid scholarship and never brags about it. but everyone is aware and knows he is one of the best people ever.

- posts a lot of BeReals about his cat who he misses dearly

I could do more of these but i will stop for now because I don’t know who else wants to read these extremely self-indulgent brainrot thoughts 🤷🏻‍♀️

(i was self indulgent. part 2 here.)

#lestappen #galex #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #just some thoughts rattling around my head like loose change #now that it’s winter break #it’s only day 1 #and here lies the proof that I am extremely mentally ill #delulu is the solulu #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #max verstappen #george russell #alex albon #3316 #cl16/mv33 #1633 #6623 #wisteriaHCs

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casualdadnomad · 7 months

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modern atla au renaissance is in the making :) starting off with modern gaang in the dorms!!!

masterpost!

I personally go to a small university but considering how they are from literally all over the world, maybe it would make sense for them to go to a bigger school? lmk what we're thinking

Katara, Suki, Toph, and Ty Lee (HEAR ME OUT) live in a quad with two bedrooms and a common space

Toph and Ty Lee share a bedroom and Katara and Suki share the other bedroom

Katara and Suki are both very neat. they're also so busy they don't really have the time to be making messes.

Toph and Ty Lee are both disasters, but the mess stays contained to their bedroom area. not dirty, just cluttered. every once in a while one of them will get a random burst of energy and clean/organize the entire space.

Azula and Mai are roommates

they are roommates silently.

neither of them talk when they're in the room and that's how they prefer it. they only talk when they have something to talk about (they love to talk shit)

Aang and Sokka are roommates

perfect because their gfs are also roomates!

Sokka is significantly cleaner than Aang but they're both on the same page most of the time and are actually really good roommates

their room is decorated atrociously though. man moment.

Sokka stays up late and wakes up early (he's a STEM major!!! he's busy!!! he has a schedule!!!) Aang could sleep through literally anything

Zuko lives in a single dorm with his ESA. it's a turtleduck.

he lives on the same floor as Sokka and Aang

Azula and Mai live in the same building but on a different floor

the girls' quad is in a different building, but it's the largest space so it is the usual hangout spot. the others will come over to hang out and crash there after late night studying or if they're just too lazy to walk back to their building at night

when someone has had a rough day they'll go visit the emotional support turtleduck in Zuko's room

speaking of animals

Appa has a parking pass

he can't fit in the dorm, but he hangs out in the green space next to the dorm building and sleeps under a big tree :)

starbucks run on the flying bison anyone??

This is really short but I just wanted to post something during this class cause it's so boring!!!!!! i am bored!!!!!!!!! thank u for reading tho can u believe it's been 3 years since i originally started posting atla content on here wow

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unfortunate-arrow · 2 years

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The Lynch-O’Donnell Family Tree

The first tree is dedicated to the O’Donnell family, while the second one is dedicated to the Lynch family. They both follow the six most recent generations, although both can be traced back much further. They joined together in the fourth generation with the marriage of Seán O’Donnell (b. 1936) and Ailis Lynch (b. 1936), thus sharing both the fifth and sixth generations. The fifth generation is solely made up of Seán and Ailis’s five children and their spouses, while the sixth generation is made up of Seán and Ailis’s grandchildren as Ailis’s brother, Doyle (b. 1925), never married and died childless.

John O’Donnell (b. 1835) is the first recorded member of this O’Donnell family. Due to a combination of poverty, invasion, war, and language barriers, the previous family members’ names have been lost to history.

The Lynch family can be traced back to the early 1660s with a Slytherin wizard named Cathal Lynch. There are numerous Lynch family members, much more than are shown on the family tree. Most are related to Bain’s siblings.

You may notice that Niamh Kelly (b. 1875) is included in this family tree. It has combined information from the Tadhg Lives AU and the canon timeline. The main difference is the death years. In that timeline, Tadhg dies in 1897 at the age of twenty-three, while Cillian dies in 1931 and Orla dies in 1913. Niamh and her children with Tadhg do not really exist in that timeline.

Day 2: Family Tree for @kathrynalicemc’s Lineage Challenge

#lineage challenge #the lynch family #the o’donnell family #hphl #hphm #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts mystery #hpma #magic awakened #you’ll have to zoom in to read everything though and make out the pictures #also guess who’s birthday is in two weeks!!#it’s the quads!! the darling chaotic disaster quartet are turning 49!#also you may notice that some of the faceclaims are teens that’s because i don’t have satisfactory adult ones #(well ryan & sara do but it felt stranger to do two adults with multiple teens)#ones without a photo mean that i don’t have a satisfactory faceclaim or that they just won’t have a fc #(see every o’donnell before lorcan)#oh! and conor x ruth’s kiddos are sort of under construction #more detailed information will be shared on one shot day as i update the families’ histories

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billiedeansbitch · 1 year

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𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

(𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

a/n: this is a part of a collection of one-shots called fifteen years and counting. so it's like a series? but the timeline may vary depending on the plots. so yeah. and oh, my heart was in the mood for some fluff so here you go.

warning/s: just kissing.

While Larissa was heavily convinced she was being overlooked despite her towering stature, you stood there, in the quad among your peers, only having eyes for her. It was unthinkable how day by day, the tiny, merely a weak spark she elicited with one stupid smile she gave you, progressively grew into a wildfire in your chest, entirely inescapable.

Wherever you went she was there, ready to greet you with an enticing smile, effectively melting your heart, her gaze burning your cheeks and all you could do was sprint off like some mad cat. But that day though, when The Ravens won the annual race in celebration of the Poe Cup, and she stood behind their captain, Morticia Frump, with all smiles and giggles, you knew it was a window of opportunity to approach and congratulate her. Maybe also try to clarify your unconventional way of liking people which was really to avoid them hoping they could figure it out themselves that you liked them.

Just then, Marina, the school’s self-appointed photographer, nudged you hard, disrupting the daydreams in your head. “Let’s go, the Principal’s speech is over. This is your only shot. Don’t. Fuck. It. Up.” Her words were punctuated with light jabs of her pointer finger on your shoulder.

“Right. Yes. I will not fuck it up.” Marina, eager to get this over with, pushed you through, toward the front where Larissa and her team were gathered. “I will not fuck it up. I will not fuck it up.” You kept murmuring like a mantra, believing the more you said it aloud, the less it would be a disaster.

“You will not fuck up what?” Larissa interjected, confusion etched on her face.

With a wide-eyed gaze, the words sprang out your mouth in haste, “You—hey! Larissa, hi. I just wanted to say hi.” That wasn’t so graceful, was it?

Marina clearly didn’t think so. She then intervened, “She wants a picture with you.”

Larissa raised a brow, “With me?” her scepticism hurt a little bit if you were being honest.

“Yes, I do.”

“Okay.” You did not fail to detect how she sounded marginally hesitant. So, to assure her this was what you wanted you gave her a smile, a weak little one, nevertheless still a smile and most of all, genuine.

It seemed to work when the frown lines from her forehead disappeared, her shoulders relaxed.

"This is disconcerting given that you've always avoided me as if I were the plague." She muttered under her breath, you could feel the sadness she disguised as annoyance in her voice.

“Sorry.” You said meekly, trying to formulate a logical explanation to ease her doubt, “Truth is…I like you.” You felt as though you shrunk in size beside her. The cat leapt out of the box. It was out.

“Closer.” Marina instructed, oblivious to conversation existing in between you and Larissa Weems.

You inched closer, but quite not as close. Larissa’s stunning blue eyes were pinned on you, searching the honesty in your words from your eyes. If she was diligent about finding the truth, she would always search for it through the eyes.

“You do?” she asked, her gaze burning holes on your skin.

“A little bit more.” This prompted Larissa to make the move, inching closer until you were both skin to skin. You looked up, “Yes.”

Without knowing where the courage came, you pulled her by her waist pulling her flushed against you. “I hope this is fine.” She didn’t say a word, but the blush was giving it all away.

“Perfect! Now, don’t move.” Your hand was shaking, sweating. Larisa felt the tremor so she steadied your hand with hers. “It’s okay.” Larissa’s fingers would have left melted marks on your skin if you were made of wax or worse you would have fucking combusted.

“Look at you two. You look like a picture perfect couple.” The comment intensified the blush on your cheeks, as well as the flushing of Larissa’s skin, the heat was so apparent that it put the sun to shame.

When you took the chance and looked up to admire Larissa from your angle, your breath was knocked out of you. She was already looking down at you. You reciprocated the smile she displayed, noticed it was wide enough to flaunt the straight alignment of her teeth, the faint lines around her mouth that weren’t there before. That was when it downed you she was giving you her true smile. “I really like you.” You confessed once more.

“Done!” Marina said looking at her camera reviewing her shots with a proud smile.

Begrudgingly, your body peeled off from her side. Larissa did the same. “Thank you.” You told her.

She gave you a final look—well, it kind of seemed like it was, before she looked straight at your friend, “Give me a copy?” She’s asking for a copy?

Even Marina seemed to need a moment to process that, “Ah-yes, sure!” Then her eyes found you, something behind those siren eyes was a brewing plan, “She will give it to you.” Well would you look at that, if the evil works hard, Marina works harder.

“Great. You know where to find me.” Could you blush any harder?

You gave her a nod, not trusting your voice right now.

Just as when you were about to turn, a hand stopped you. You looked down to your wrist where she was holding you, “Hey.”

You were quick to turn to her and almost breathlessly said: “Yes?” with so much anticipation in your voice you should be ashamed.

Larissa did not say anything, instead she bent to your height and kissed your cheek before she jogged after her team leaving you alone.

The hot wet feeling of her lips lingered on your skin. You savoured the feeling, touching the spot where her lips had been. Fuck, you were far too smitten.

And then a camera flashed.

The flash of light reflecting on the glass was almost the same as the one that blinded you for a fraction of a moment, staring at you friend in horror before you scurried off to chase her around the quad. You placed the frame back on top of the mantelpiece where it belonged for fifteen years now.

You stared at it, the smile on the photograph was just as sweet and beautiful as the one on your lips, plus a little bit more lines and wrinkles. Then your eyes moved a little over to her face, even then she had the most attractive smile. She was a sunshine personified, your own sunshine. Your lips stretched a little wider, wiping the frame once more before stepping back a little to admire your work.

As you were reminiscing some memories, you felt strong, but gentle arms pulled you from behind. Familiar soft lips kissing the side of your head, before resting her chin on your shoulder. “You did an excellent job of preserving this. It has been fifteen years and yet it still looks crisp and vivid.”

“Mhmm. I still remember how nervous I was.” There was a string of light chuckles that followed.

She agreed, “You were sweating all over.” And was met with a playful smack on her arm, “Liar, it was only my hands.”

“Not in my recollection.” The playful banter echoed around the house, bouncing off the well-lived walls.

Eventually, you shifted around to meet those pools of sapphires. Suddenly you were sixteen again, holding her close with your arms around her neck, and standing on your toes to reach her height while the two of you slow danced together during the Raven’N Ball. You pulled her in just as tender, taking in her lower lip to nip.

It was hypnotizing, knee-bending, so, so, warm and full of desire. To be desired this much was heart-stopping, and it felt insanely good to be loved this much, especially by Larissa.

It felt too good for Larissa that her body had to take a pause, marvelling at the sensation your tongue was doing with her ear. The heavy breathing and whispers of sweet nothings made her whimper. She mumbled your name, begging. She tilted her head further to the side, surrendering as much as skin for you to devour. “Yeah—Oh God, fuck.” It was breathy and hot, so hot it had you moaning her name.

And just like any other soft start, it escalated quickly into a feral make out session. As Larissa’s breath picked up, her hands slid down your body to your bottoms, and urged you to take a few steps back until your back was pressed on the wall giving you both some support. Her leg then invaded the space between your thighs.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy! I’m ready! Let’s go!” The little voice pierced your ears, causing Larissa’s body to pull away on instinct, you chased her lips but to no avail.

The child giggled, “Kissy, kissy!” with a swift motion, Larissa wiped the sides of her lips, hoping no stains were left. Going down on her knees, she gestured to the child to come closer.

“Yes baby.” She confirmed. Larissa avoided lying to your kid as much as possible, and she tried to always explain things in a way little Brielle’s five year old brain could grasp, but it didn’t mean you weren’t practicing discretion with your wife around little Bree, what happened was merely an error in both of your parts.

“You were kissing mama, mommy!”

“I was, baby. I was showing her that I love her.” the child giggled again, “Kiss me, too! I want a lot of kisses. So many kisses, please.” And knowing Larissa, your dear wife, could never say no to your child. She smothered Bree with kisses until she was thrusting off of her mother’s arms, “Mommy! No tickles!” she yelped. “Help me mama!”

You swept her off from her feet in an instant, “Kiss me mama!” and you did.

She glanced over the picture frame, her heart swelling in pure joy. Right then, Larissa knew she made the right decision when she kissed your cheek fifteen years ago.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #my heart was in the mood for something soft #fluff with some kissing <3

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perpetualproductions · 8 days

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If We Were Vampires (Pt. 9)

- There's a party tonight?

- Jordan decides to stay in

- Nevermind. Jordan needs to go to the party.

CW: Blood. Violence. More blood. Mentions of drugs/drug use. Same w/Alcohol.

[a/n: ngl, kinda let the depression win with this one. Words just weren't wording when I wrote it. But hey, still wrote. Anyways, sorry, ig. Hope it's readable.]

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Jordan and Marie were both sitting at one of the picnic tables in the quad, sharing a sandwich from the cafeteria. They had spent most of the afternoon outside now, just walking around, spending time together and simply enjoying each other's company. They had fallen into casual conversation when they were suddenly approached by Cate and Andre.

“Well look who decided to show their face?” Cate said, sliding into the open spot on Marie's left.

“Yo, I'm gonna need to know what you took that left you MIA for four fucking days, dude. Seriously, where'd you go that night?” Andre said, slinging an arm around Jordan's shoulders, taking the spot on their right.

Jordan just forces a laugh. “Trust me, you don't want to know. Definitely never doing that again.”

Andre jokingly narrows his eyes. “Fine. Keep your secrets.” Andre drops his arm, giving Jordan some space.

“Doesn't matter. There'll be plenty of opportunities to get fucked up later tonight.” Cate winks, nudging Marie a bit, who just gives a tight smile and nods in response.

Jordan's a little confused from the interaction. “What's tonight?”

“Party in the woods. There's a clearing about a mile out from Dusty's, right next to a lake. There's gonna be a bonfire and everything.” Cate responded.

“And rumor has it Dusty's supplier is bringing out some of the good shit this time.” Andre added.

“I thought Marie told you?” Cate questioned, looking at Marie.

Marie just looked at Jordan a bit wide eyed. She did mean to tell them, but then the whole vampire thing came to light and Marie was sure partying was gonna be the last thing on Jordan's mind. “I uh, well Jordan's been really busy, haven't really had time to bring up-”

“It's fine. Don't think I'm gonna go anyways.” Jordan interrupts. “I am still pretty busy.” They tried to reason.

“Oh come on, you're always busy, Jordan. It's Saturday! Come get fucked up with your friends!” Andre tries to convince them.

“Yeah, since when does Jordan Li say no to a party?” Cate adds.

“Since I completely blacked out from one a couple days ago. And I seriously can't afford to do that again when I have so much work to do. Sorry guys. Maybe next time.” Jordan said, definitely. They switched to female form as they got up and began to walk away from the table, knowing they wouldn't stop trying to convince Jordan to go to the party if they stayed. They were right. Usually Jordan would jump at the chance to escape their response for a night, but they really weren't sure how they'd behave in a crowd of people, blood pumping through their veins from the dancing and drugs. Just sounded like a recipe for disaster. Also, there may be a touch of ptsd, given they actually died at the last party they went to. Or adjacent. Whatever, it was the middle of the woods, they're a vampire, they've seen this movie before. They weren't gonna risk it.

They could hear Marie call their name from behind them, but they didn't feel like talking at the moment, so they rounded a tree and sped away once they were out of sight.

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Jordan spent the rest of the day working out in the student gym, then going to study in their dorm, alone. Just trying to keep them busy, taking their mind off of anything vampire for the rest of the day. As much as they could anyway, cause they still had to drink blood every now and again.

Except this time, as they sat at their desk studying for what felt like hours, they felt their stomach growl, the hunger seeping in. They were on a bit of a roll, so they ignored it as much as they could until they finally caved, dropping their pencil and rolling over to their mini fridge. As they swung the door open, they froze… There was only one bag left. Shit.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit-” Jordan stumbled out of their chair, kneeling in front of the fridge, digging through to make sure there weren't any bags hiding in the back (not that it even went back that far). “Shit!” Jordan yelled, slamming their hand down on the fridge door. A loud crack followed by a thump rang out as the fridge door broke off its hinges, falling on the floor. Jordan moved back a bit as it happened, a hand clutching their head, fingers tangling into their bob. “Fuck…” Jordan sighed, sliding down till they were sat on the floor. They angrily kick the broken door away from them and reach into the fridge, grabbing the last blood bag, ripping it open and drinking it all down.

They tried to savor it, take it slow, but they were too hungry. They finished the bag in seconds, throwing it to the side. Jordan groaned as they clutched their head in their hands. They were a bit fucked here. They were doing a decent job at rationing their “meals” and making sure they were pacing themselves and not drinking too many bags at once. But that morning sort of fucked them. When they got spooked, accidentally biting Marie's lip, they just lost control a bit and drank down like five fucking bags at once. Shit. They were gonna have to get more, and unfortunately, they only had one supplier…

–

Jordan made their way over to Justine Garcia’s dorm, banging on the door. “Hey! Open the fuck up!” Jordan yelled. They didn't want to bring any attention to themselves, but they were pretty on edge at the moment. They kept knocking on the door, but didn't get a response.

Jordan sighed, thinking Justine was already at the party by now. Fuck. They were gonna have to go, confront her, and either convince her to come back to give them more blood bags, or drag her back. No- they really shouldn't make a scene. They can't make a scene.

Jordan's about to walk away, but stops. They turn back around to the door in front of them, getting close to it to see if they can sense what they're looking for on the other side. They couldn't sense anyone on the other side. No fresh blood flowing through veins or breathing can be heard, but they think they can smell a faint scent of blood. Bagged blood, but still blood.

Fuck it. Jordan thought. They grabbed the door handle and yanked it down, effectively breaking it off. They push the door open, taking a scan of the room before walking in. But, as they go to step in, they can't.

"What the fuck?" Jordan mutters to themselves. They try to step through again, but can't. It's as if an invisible force is keeping them from crossing the threshold into the dorm. Getting frustrated with whatever the fuck this was, Jordan stepped back and tried to run as hard as they could through this invisible force, but they just ended up being pushed back. "Fuck!" They exclaimed, finally giving up. There was blood right inside that room and for whatever fucking reason, they couldn't walk in to get it. Fucking hell.

Jordan took a deep breath, trying to ground themselves. Their hunger was very present, but they couldn't let it take over. They just needed to push it down, go to the party, get in and get out, and everything would be fine.

–

Jordan shuffled their way through the crowd in their male form, the cold night air barely noticeable while in the sea of bodies, so crowded you'd think you were actually indoors. Jordan focused on their breathing as they waded through, letting the hundreds of heartbeats fade in with the pounding music. Their eyes scanned around, trying not to linger on any necks, looking for one particular person, and honestly having no luck so far.

Jordan decided to move closer to the lake where there seemed to be less people. They turned to face the water and took a deep breath, trying to focus their hearing on the gentle lapping water of the lake, doing their best to shove down the incessant hunger clawing at them from the inside. They literally shook themselves off as they turned back around, determined to find the other vamp and get more blood bags on their hands and into their stomach.

They scanned through the crowd from the outside, able to focus in more now that they were out of the chaos in the middle. They spot a few familiar faces, the usual Godolkin party goers. They see dusty near the pit snorting powders with a couple others, they see Cate and Andre drinking and laughing it up, and then their eyes land on the one Marie Moreau. There she was, as beautiful as ever, dancing in the crowd, hands reaching to the sky as her body moved to the rhythm of the music. They couldn't take their eyes off her, they barely even noticed Emma dancing next to her, seemingly preoccupied with some random curly haired freshman. Jordan couldn't help themselves as they began to walk towards Marie, almost forgetting why they came to this party in the first place.

But, before Jordan could make it to her, they noticed someone else walk up to her. A douchey looking (in Jordan's opinion), 6-foot-something, blonde guy made his way up behind Marie and just blatantly placed his hands on her waist. The proximity alone made Jordan's blood boil, but the touching was too far. Even as Marie began to turn around, her hands coming up, ready to push the guy away from her, Jordan was there in the blink of an eye, throwing Marie off for a second. She watched as Jordan (who came out of nowhere to her), pushed the guy so hard he fell to the ground with a thump.

“What the FUCK do you think you're doing!” Jordan barked at the guy, looking down at him.

The guy got back up, brushing the dirt off of himself. “Hey man, what the fuck’s your problem?!” The dude shouted back. It was clear this guy was a bit drunk, Jordan smelling the alcohol off his breath as the guy got up in their face. “I was just asking the lady if she wanted to-”

Jordan, letting their heightened emotions get the better of them, just swung at the guy, hitting him square in the face. A loud crack could be heard, along with a cry coming from the guy they just hit. They watched him stumble back, clutching his face. Jordan didn't need him to move his hands to know that they had broken the guys nose, smelling the blood oozing out and running down his face.

“Jordan, what the fuck?!” Marie's voice pulled them back. They looked back at her, clocking her worried, yet pissed off face. But Jordan already felt themselves hurdling off the edge with all the heightened feeling and the presence of blood, they just yelled back at her.

“What do you mean, “what the fuck?!” That asshole was fucking all over you!” They shouted, not paying attention to said asshole being ushered away from the situation by some other party goers. Jordan could tell by the fading scent of fresh blood moving further away, which just reminded them of their hunger even more.

“Yeah, and I was gonna take care of it til you came running in, arms swinging like an idiot!” Marie shouted back. Jordan's head was too busy ringing from all the overwhelming sensations, they didn't even notice their chest was still heaving. Marie took the time to notice they were still in the middle of a large crowd, sighing and grabbing Jordan's arm to drag them away.

They stopped a good ten feet away from the crowd, just at the forest treeline. Jordan switched to their female form and pulled themselves out of Marie's hold. “Hey, how about you calm down for a second.” Marie said, clearly still peeved from the whole situation.

“I'm trying to be calm! Okay, Moreau? I'm fucking trying, it's just-” Jordan clutches their head, trying to get their thoughts together, but all they could focus on was Marie's pounding pulse. “Fuck, I-I’m sorry. I shouldn't even fucking be here-”

“-Then why are you here, Jordan? I thought you weren't coming?” Marie asked, crossing her arms.

“I wasn't gonna come, but then I- I don't know. I thought I'd be fine- that I'd have it under control, but I obviously fucking don't!” Jordan shouted, more at themselves.

“Are you hungry? Have you-” Marie tried to ask, but Jordan cut her off.

“I'm fine, Marie! I'm fucking fine! You don't have to worry about that shit.” Jordan said, defensively.

“Well you don't seem fucking fine, Jordan. What did we say about communicat-”

“I am fine, Marie, okay? I'm just fucking tired from everything. I thought this would help, but obviously not.” Jordan tried, hoping Marie would buy the explanation. Before Marie could respond, Jordan decided to just completely backpedal from the situation, they needed to get some distance between them right now, especially with just how fucking hungry they were right now. “I'm just gonna go. We can talk tomorrow.”

Marie was already shaking her head as she spoke, “No, Jordan, wait-” but before she could finish, Jordan had sped off, leaving her standing alone by the trees.

Jordan had sped back into the woods, just far enough to be out of Marie's line of sight. They couldn't help but look back at her, confused and upset at Jordan's sudden disappearance. But they didn't have a choice, they needed to get the fuck out of their and just lock themselves in their dorm till they could go safely find Justine again. Jordan took a deep breath, turning around, and walking their way back to Godolkin. They had only taken a couple steps before a sound to their right caught their attention. They turned, only to catch the sight of someone leaning against a tree, seemingly groaning in pain.

“Hello? Are you alright?” Jordan asked as they slowly approached, only to stop dead in their tracks once they realized who this was. There Jordan stood, face to face with the blonde asshole who tried to grab Marie earlier. They were surprised to see their nose was still actively bleeding, the words coming out of the guys mouth not even registering. Jordan could help but step closer to him, making him back up more into the tree.

“Aw fuck man, look- I-I’m sorry, okay? I didn't mean to-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jordan said, looking into the guy's eyes. But to Jordan's slight surprise, he immediately stopped talking. In fact, the guy looked as shocked as they did. But Jordan didn't have time to linger on that, the blood on guys face still drawing them in. The sound of their elevated pulse, pounding in their neck made Jordan's mouth water. The tiny voice in the back of their head tried to speak up, yell at them, beg them to stop, but they were too far gone now. It had been too long, they waited to fucking long. Their stomach ached with hunger, their skin crawling and begging for satiation. And here it was, right in front of them. Without thinking, they switched back to male form, grabbing the blonde by the shit, pinning him in place. The guy looked truly terrified, unable to yell out for help. The terror only grew as he watched the veins protrude beneath Jordan's now darkened eyes. Jordan felt the familiar ache in their teeth as their fangs grew out. At this point, Jordan could care less how terrified the man looked. All that mattered was the delicious substance that ran in the veins, just beneath the skin. Jordan, now mere centimeters from the man's neck, took a deep inhale through the nose, relishing in the intoxicating aroma of blood, and without a second thought, sunk their teeth right in, ripping through the skin and unleashing that which they crave.

An animalistic growl escaped Jordan as they continued to feed on this man, sucking every last drop of blood he had to offer. The taste of fresh warm blood was almost incomparable to that of cold, bagged blood. It was invigorating, only urging them to drink more. They didn't stop, couldn't stop for a good few minutes, feeling the man's body go limp in their arms. A feeling they remember from the first time they did this. It was then that Jordan's conscience clawed its way back to yell at them. The images of that poor lady flashing through their mind, the possibility of them almost doing that to Marie. They screamed at themselves to stop, let go, maybe it wasn't too late, but it was. Because they couldn't stop. They kept drinking till there wasn't a drop left to drink. Only then did they manage to unclench their jaw and pull away, dropping the body on the forest floor.

Jordan fell to their knees, staring at the dead body before them. They felt so relieved and rejuvenated, but at the same time terrified. Drinking the blood straight from the vein was a feeling unlike any other that left them with a clear head, but looking down at the dead eyes and limp body in front of them, with a clear, bloody bite mark on their neck, it fucking terrified them. It terrified them that they were the animal that did this, and even more so that they wanted nothing more than to do it again. Before Jordan could think anything else, a voice echoed out from beside them.

“Well, took you long enough.” Justine tisked looking down at Jordan with a feigned apologetic look. “Aw, what's wrong? That conscience of yours making you feel bad?”

The sound of Justine's voice alone ticked Jordan off, but her words were confusing them. “What the fuck-” but before Jordan could finish their sentence, they felt a sharp prick on their neck, a hand instinctively shooting up to feel where they've been pricked. They tried to turn around to see what the fuck that was, but it was too late. Their vision quickly became blurry, the darkness taking over, as they felt themselves fall, everything fading to black…

Thanks for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed. And honest big thanks to those that have interacted with every update, I appreciate it so much and it lets me know that people actually read these, lol. So yeah, until people don't, I plan to keep writing this. Actually have an idea for where I want this story to go, but if you have any suggestions or things you want to see, please let me know! I'm happy to do so. It might be a minute before the next chapter tbh. Life's getting hectic again and I'm in between jobs rn, so I won't have much time to write. But feel free to check out my other fic in the meantime (Never Be The Same), which drops every Saturday. Anyways, hope you have a nice day!

Much Love, 😎👍❤️

-PB

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naavispider · 8 months

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Egghead

Rating: Gen

Word count: 3,506

Summary: I’ve run out of excuses I just like it when Quaritch is protective and Spider hates it 🤠

Lyle has always been too eager on the trigger. Spider has always had a knack for getting himself into sticky situations. Put the two of them together in a hunting party and disaster was bound to strike.

In which someone has to tell the Colonel that his son's been shot.

Read on AO3 or under the cut ✨

“Stop!” Spider’s cry rang out through the dense clearing, but it was drowned out by the sound of thundering gunfire and the roar of the terrified viperwolf.

“Stop shooting! She won’t attack!”

To his left, Mansk and Walker were crouched behind a fallen tree trunk, opening fire. To his right, Wainfleet and Z-dog were trying to advance, darting forwards to take cover behind whatever fallen piece of forestry they could. The rest of the quad were far away, back at the camp.

The viperwolf roared deafeningly - a heart wrenching sound of pain and fear. Spider had recognised its hurt immediately. The female had been prowling the perimeter of her territory, guarding her newborn young by the looks of her belly, when the hunting party had stumbled too close. Spider had immediately yelled at the recoms to stop, but in their greed and foolishness they had opened fire, seeing her as an immediate threat.

“STOP FIRING!” He screamed at them again, but it wasn’t enough. The female viperwolf was dazed - deciding which threat to charge first while taking shelter behind a huge fallen tree. The recoms were on both sides; she’d already taken several hits and if she came out again, she could be seriously injured. But Spider knew she’d do anything to protect her young. He made his decision in a split second, half surprised when his legs carried him forwards and towards the animal. He had to put himself between them - otherwise she would be shot to death.

“Easy, easy there…” he called out to the viperwolf, raising his hands in defence as he cautiously tried to get as close as he could. Eywa had always blessed him with his affinity for the wildlife, but even Spider knew this was reckless.

“Spider, get back here!” He could hear Wainfleet’s order ringing in his ears, but he ignored it.

“Be calm. I won’t hurt you. Turn around and go back to your family. I promise I’ll lead them away. Be calm…”

“Kid, get back HERE!”

Spider had advanced to only a few feet away from the tree that the creature was hiding behind. The recoms had finally stopped firing. He could hear the animal’s heavy panting, feel the growls and the raised shackles, even though she was mostly out of view.

“Go back. I’m sorry.” He took another tentative step forward, hoping to be able to touch her, to pass along his words through connecting with her skin. He didn’t own a queue, but that had never stopped him from being able to communicate with the animals. His boldness had prompted Jake to tell him he’d get himself killed before he ever reached adulthood. Jake had been wrong - so far.

“Calm yourself. I won’t hurt you.”

The ground they were stood on trembled with the viperwolf’s fear and anger, and after another step she came fully into view. Her warm breath cascaded over Spider, and he could make out multiple bullet wounds all along her flank. Luckily, her face and limbs had avoided much damage, but she must be in a lot of pain.

“Be calm.”

“Kid, I swear to God!”

The shout from Wainfleet was enough to scare the viperwolf, who had been temporarily subdued by Spider’s calming voice. Upon hearing the anger in the recom’s shout, she gave a mighty roar, spit flying over Spider’s mask and neck, and she leapt from her hiding place - right over the top of Spider. Her claw sank into Spider’s shoulder as she leapt, while at the same time, gunfire returned to the air and Spider was deafened by the noise and his own pain as something white hot seared through his thigh. He collapsed to the floor, clutching his injured leg and praying against sense that the recoms wouldn’t kill the wolf. He lay on his back, completely winded - unable to get up. After what seemed like only a moment, the clearing fell silent. Gone was the gunfire and shouts and roars. There was only the canopy above Spider.

“Shit!” Wainfleet’s face appeared at the edge of his vision, his bald head an ugly blemish on Spider’s beautiful view of the trees.

“It’s not that bad. I’m fine-” Spider managed to get out. The last thing he needed was for this to set him back. He tried to sit up, but his head swam and someone’s arm caught him from behind. “Fuck.”

“Stay fucking still kid, Jesus.”

Spider bit his tongue. He wasn’t sure why Wainfleet was so angry at him. He hadn’t done anything except try and mitigate the recoms’ own stupidity. He glanced down his body to see a deep gunshot wound through his thigh - there was a lot of blood and it was difficult to tell how far it had penetrated the leg. If pain was anything to go by, it should have been blown off completely. He was barely aware of the burn in his shoulder as blood trickled from the scratch that the viperwolf had left him. It felt like only a flesh wound - he’d worry about it later. He cried out in frustration as he realised that he couldn’t walk. Spider hated being helpless. “How does it look?” He asked through clenched teeth and closed eyes, unsure he actually wanted to know the answer.

“It’s just a scratch,” Z-dog yelled, but Spider groaned. He banged his head back on the grass, trying to ignore the blistering pain that paralysed his entire leg.

“Buckle up kid and don’t move,” Wainfleet commanded, and before Spider could protest, he was being pulled up and over Wainfleet’s shoulder. Even if he could get enough air in his lungs, he wouldn’t have the energy to protest. He hated being carried.

The pain of being moved made his head swim and he cried out. Seeing the ground suddenly six feet below him did not help matters.

“Easy kid, we’ll get you back and Ja can fix you up.”

When he could catch his breath, he had enough energy to mutter an ominous warning. “Quaritch is gonna kill you.”

The fact that Wainfleet did not reply told Spider all he needed to know.

“Hey! Shut up kid, if you know what’s good for you,” Walker grunted from behind.

Spider cried out again when Wainfleet leapt over a small creek, jostling him. The pain was starting to become intolerable. In this position, blood had started to trickle down from his shoulder, down his arms and hands, which in Spider’s already heightened state of anxiety only added to his panic. He tried to push himself up on Wainfleet’s shoulder by gripping the man’s belt with his hands, but it was more painful to try moving than just lay limply down his back. “Ahh!” he cried when Wainfleet hitched him higher.

“Someone let the boss know!” Wainfleet ordered.

It was no surprise that Lyle didn’t want to be the one to deliver the message. Spider huffed amusedly against his back.

“Colonel, this is Z-Dog, come in,” said Z-dog into her communicator. Spider couldn’t see anything apart from the forest floor, but he heard her words spoken directly into his ear through the earpiece.

“Zdinarsk, go ahead.”

This is gonna be good.

“We’re five minutes away. Prep trauma kit.”

“Who?” His father’s alarmed voice came immediately.

There was a pause, before Z-dog had the balls to respond. “Spider.”

There was a pause that seemed to last a lifetime before Spider heard his dad’s voice again on the comms, and when he did, he was thankful he wasn’t directly on the other end of it. Anger rippled through Quaritch’s next words, and Spider could picture his furious face as if he were right in front of him. “What happened?”

“Viperwolf attack. The kid ran towards it.”

Pain clouded the next few seconds of conversation. All Spider could focus on was breathing - making sure each lungful of oxygen kept him sustained. He’d sweated so much that his mask had fogged up, and more than anything he wanted to rip it off.

“Spider, come in.”

Spider groaned internally at the thought of just pulling his hand up to press the comms button on his neck. The hunting party was silent while they waited for Spider to talk.

“I swear to God,” Quaritch’s furious whisper echoed down the line, sending fear into Spider in a way that an angry viperwolf never could.

With immense effort, he lifted his hand up to his neck and pressed. “M‘fine,” he managed to gasp out, before quickly dropping his hand down. When did he get so weak? He felt his eyes begin to droop, and knew that he was passing out.

Fuck.

“He doesn’t sound fucking fine.”

“What are his injuries?” That was Ja, Spider thought. He tried to focus on the words to save himself from succumbing.

“He’s… shot in the upper leg. Can’t see bone, but there’s a shitload of blood.”

Spider could practically see Quaritch’s face in front of his eyes as he found out that Spider had been shot, not injured by the wildlife.

“Wrap something clean around it, tightly.” That had to be Ja, but it was hard to keep track of who was saying what, especially with his mind clouding over…

“We’re almost there…”

He got the sense that the recoms in the hunting party just wanted to get him back to the medic as soon as possible. They weren’t going to stop when they were only a couple of minutes away. Finally, voices from the main group surrounded him, not just playing over comms anymore.

“Spider? Can you hear me?”

He was aware of being taken down off Wainfleet’s shoulder and laid on the floor. This was more comfortable, but he was fighting to stay awake, so it barely mattered. He groaned his confirmation.

Hands were on his leg, and something cold was being poured over the wound. Immediately, the burning eased. “Don’t… b’mad.”

“I ain’t mad at you, kid.” Quaritch’s face was hovering above him, his features hardened in concern. Spider had never seen his eyes so deeply. Amber irises surrounded pitch black pupils that seemed so endless it felt like he could fall right into them. Spider closed his eyes, rolling his head to the side to avoid looking.

“Sharp sting,” came Ja’s voice, but Spider couldn’t feel whatever Ja was dosing him up with.

“How bad s’it really?” He asked.

“You’re gonna be out of action for a little while, champ.”

For the first time, anxiety trickled into Spider’s stomach. “Not back… don’t take me back to…”

“If I don’t have to, I won’t,” Quaritch replied, giving Spider a little comfort.

“Ja?” Spider asked, lifting his head up to try and see his injury better. Ja was bent over his leg, hard at work wrapping it tightly in crisp white bandages. He kept from crying out, but he couldn’t help himself from wincing.

“I need to assess how much blood you’ve lost before I decide anything. Just lie back and relax.”

“I’m fine.” Even as he said it, the effort of holding his head up was beginning to drain him.

“Have you seen the state of you?” Quaritch looked over Spider’s leg, which had been drenched in the blood running off the wound, and to his arm and shoulder which were also bloody from the claw scratches.

“It’s fine,” Spider mumbled, the terror of being sent back to Bridgehead far more scary than possibly bleeding out on the forest floor. Ja reached over and gently pushed his head back down to the ground, before taking his hand and inserting something into the back of it. He rummaged for something in his pack and connected it via a tube to Spider’s vein. A bag of some sort of fluid.

“Okay,” Ja sighed. He applied some other piece of equipment over one of Spider’s fingers, before studying the screen of his holopad. “He looks to be stable, but we’ll need to camp here tonight. He can’t be moved unless by Samson.”

Quaritch nodded, and barked at the others to set up a perimeter and establish camp. “It’s okay, kid. You’re gonna pull through.”

He and Ja lifted him closer to a fallen tree, where they set up a more substantial shelter, much to Spider’s annoyance and embarrassment. Whatever Ja had given him, he was starting to feel better already. “I promise,” Spider complained, frustration seeping into his voice. “I’m good!”

He attempted to push himself up, his plan being to stand up on his good leg to prove that he still had capability, but he was pushed down before he could actualize it, and when Ja said “sharp scratch” again, this time he could feel the needle going in. His eyelids grew heavy and Spider suddenly didn’t have the energy to fight sleep off any longer.

When he woke, it was morning. He could tell by the light and the sound of the birds above him. The ground was hard beneath him, but someone had laid a folded up jacket under his head. His shoulder was covered in a large bandage, stuck to his skin at the edges with medical tape. He blinked groggily, his senses returning to him. His leg was painful but also itchy. Immediately, he wanted to grab it and scratch away the bandages, but held back when he caught sight of Quaritch sitting nearby on his holotablet.

Glancing up, Quaritch put his work down and shifted closer. “How do you feel, hotshot?”

“Crap,” Spider groaned. His throat was so dry. Then, remembering what was at stake, decided to back track. “I mean, I’m fine. It hurts but I can walk and stuff.”

A bemused smile slid over Quaritch’s face. “Drop the bravado, tiger. You ain’t walking anywhere, at least not for a while.”

To prove him wrong, Spider immediately sat up. He was slow, causing Quaritch to chuckle, but the Colonel didn’t try to stop him. Nobody else was up, and Spider cringed at the thought that Quaritch must have watched him all night. He gripped a nearby stem and rolled so that he was on his good side. Then, with a huge amount of effort, pushed himself so he was kneeling on his uninjured leg.

“Alright, that’s enough kid. I believe you.”

Spider narrowed his eyes in anger. “Do you?”

Quaritch cocked his head to the side, assessing whether or not to argue with the injured boy. “Sit back down,” he said calmly, but there was no denying the authority that laced the order. Reluctantly, Spider sat against the tree, the rough bark uncomfortable in his agitated state.

“I can’t believe you fucking shot me.”

It was obvious Spider wasn’t talking about Quaritch directly, more so the RDA. A shadow crossed Quaritch’s face as he took in the teenager’s accusation.

“Wainfleet is lucky to be alive.”

The words unnerved Spider, and so did Quaritch. It had been an accident, Spider knew that, and although he was sure he should probably be pissed, right now he was just thankful that no real harm had been done. The thought that Quaritch would go as far as murdering his second in command for this was surely an exaggeration. Wasn’t it?

He watched Quaritch carefully for signs of hyperbole, but found none. A shiver went down his spine.

He felt the need to defend Wainfleet, but caught himself in the nick of time. Wainfleet and the rest of the trigger-happy morons that made up the hunting party were entirely to blame for the whole fiasco. If they had just listened to Spider and not attacked the viperwolf then Spider wouldn’t have been hurt and more importantly there wouldn’t be a litter of hungry pups somewhere wondering why their mom hadn’t come to feed them yet.

“Drink.”

Spider accepted the flask handed to him. He took a deep breath and removed the mask that prevented him from suffocating. When he was done, he handed back the empty bottle to Quaritch. “What time is it?”

“Just gone seven. You were out for about twenty hours. Are you hungry?”

Spider nodded again and Quaritch passed him a human ration pack. Spider made a sarcastic show of looking grateful. “Yum, lovely vacuum sealed powder.”

Quaritch frowned disapprovingly, although Spider could tell he wasn’t really in trouble. “You want it or not?”

“Have you ever tried, I don’t know? Eating what Eywa provides for you?”

“Alright smart guy. Eating what ‘Eywa provides’ for us is what got you into this state in the first place. I think I’ll stick to military grade precision meals.”

Spider rolled his eyes. “It’s disgusting.”

“Yeah, well. I like my Spiders whole.” Quaritch paused, realising what he’d just said.

He was not the only one mightily embarrassed. Spider tore off the corner of the packet and poured in a small amount of water without saying anything more.

They sat in an awkward silence for a minute or two, and when Spider was done, he asked the question that had been burning on his lips since he woke up. “Are you gonna send me back to Bridgehead?”

Quaritch appraised Spider from the side, like a spectator watching a tense snooker game. His eyes flicked from Spider’s wound to his face. “No,” he said simply. “Not unless you annoy me too much.”

“Really?” Spider asked. Despite all his show, he knew that his leg was busted. This would set the mission back by at least several days.

“No one back there needs to know this happened, got it?”

Spider didn’t need to be told twice. He nodded his understanding.

“So no more putting on a show and acting like we’re training for the Olympics, alright?”

Spider frowned. “The what?”

“Forget it,” Quaritch waved it off with a hand. “Just stay down or I’ll get Ja to put you out again.”

While Spider did not appreciate the threat of sedation, he was filled with a hope that suddenly made the future look a lot less scary. The fact that Quaritch wasn’t sending him back must surely mean that he didn’t want Spider exposed to the kind of treatment he’d received there last time? And being stationary for a few more days was annoying for the squad, but ultimately helpful for Jake and the others. It gave them more time to prepare for their next move, whether that was relocating High Camp or launching an attack on the city.

When the rest of the camp began to stir, most of them sent Spider a friendly wave or snarky comment about being alive as they grabbed breakfast. Wainfleet, Spider noticed, kept his distance while Quaritch sat with him, but when the Colonel got up to sort his own stuff out, the second in command came over.

“Hey champ, how you doing?”

Spider shrugged. “I’d be better if I wasn’t shot.”

Wainfleet took a heavy breath, and directed his gaze at the ground. “Look kid. I’m sorry I shot you. I was aiming for the wolf and she just pushed you in a way that… Well anyway, I’m sorry.”

Spider eyed him, feeling stupidly superior for having one over on the egghead. “How the hell did you get into the RDA with your aim so crap?”

Wainfleet grinned conspiratorially. “It’s all in the talk.”

Spider shook his head, smiling. “Loi.”

“Yeah, whatever. I came to apologise but if you’re gonna be a little smart mouth…”

“Piss off.”

Wainfleet retreated jovially back to the main circle of the camp as Ja came over to do his checks.

“How long till I can walk?” Spider asked, wasting no time. He didn’t need to hear whatever Ja wanted to tell him about his vitals or his fluids.

“Not for a while with an attitude like that,” Ja responded slyly.

“Seriously.”

“As long as it doesn’t get infected, a week maybe. You were lucky. The bullet passed through cleanly and narrowly missed your femoral artery.”

Spider huffed, unconvinced. “Yeah, real lucky.”

“I know it’s hard with your mask,” Ja continued, “but keep up your fluids. Drink plenty and for God’s sake, don’t put any pressure on your leg. Just let it heal.”

“Got it, doc.”

Ja eyed him for a moment longer, making sure that Spider was genuine, before returning to the others.

“He’s gonna be insufferable,” Z-dog muttered to Ja as he returned, eyeing Spider with disdain.

Spider flipped her off, which she returned in good faith.

She was right really. Now that he’d literally been shot by his own squad, Spider could hold this over them for… well, as long as he was with them. The thought brought back his musings about rescue missions and escape attempts, but neither of which seemed likely to happen soon given his current condition. Spider sighed as he laid back against the moss covered floor, finally left alone. He said a quiet prayer to Eywa, closing his eyes and concentrating as he asked her for healing and patience. This was going to be a long week, but at least he’d have a cool battle scar to show Lo’ak when he finally returned home.

#avatar the way of water #spider socorro #miles quaritch #lyle wainfleet #my stuff #onehsot #avatar 2 #atwow fanfic #loi

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You were kidnapped because there's been a recent mandate that all women of adult age and capable of breeding must produce at least 4-5 children to increase the population (due to a recent natural disaster of some sort), and you've publicly refused to comply. You're injected with a drug to make you produce multiples more easily, and then fucked several times until you're pregnant with (human) triplets or quads (or possibly more) and the babies are big. When the time comes, you will be strapped to a table, naked, in the town square with your legs apart, to give birth without pain medicine, and filmed as an example to those who refuse to comply with the mandate.

18+ Fantasy. Dark

Yes anon, I love this.

I would certainly object, even when the doctors confirmed my pregnancy. I couldn't be silent, carefully plotting a way to make my escape. Even as my belly continues to swell, there will be defiance in me. I imagine twins would be concieved first if not then triplets with how many times I've been fucked.

Though I do like the idea of birthing in a town square, I'm quite partial to medical setting. A sterile room surrounded by medical equipment and tools; nurses and doctors moving around me, strapping me down, exposing that beig contracting belly of mine.

I'll scream and beg for pain relief, struggle to push, but I'm ignored after all I'm to be made an example of.

In those moments when I can breathe, I know I need to find a way to escape, or else I'll be back here with another full womb and forced to birth.

#horror #fantasy #birth #pregnancy #dark #medfet #rp idea #birthing #forced surrogacy #forcedpregnancy

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neutronice · 2 years

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Victuuri: the whole that is greater than the sum of its parts

I think it should go without saying this, but Yuri on Ice is special, because it gave us a beautiful romance that we all want to strive for. But there’s something so so special about it beyond that. It’s that... Yuuri and Victor truly were meant for each other.

Because they are both disasters, but fill in those disastrous parts perfectly with each other. What do I mean by this?

We’ll start with Yuuri Katsuki. Our boy is... kind of almost uncoachable. He falls apart at the Grand Prix Final, and Celestino, despite his best efforts, can’t make Yuuri see beyond “I am a failure,” “I deserve to retire,” “I humiliated myself and should stop.”

Yuuri runs away. He breaks ties with Celestino by just stopping talking to him. He does not prepare in the least for Nationals, and therefore carries the failure anxiety from the GPF to an “easy win” for him and falls apart all over again.

Yes, when we see him, Yuuri is trying to find his motivation again. Minako, who has known him since he was a kid, is not going to let him off the hook. But to Yuuri, the only thing that does manage to get him back on the ice is skating Victor’s routine.

Well... we’ll get to Victor in a second but... Yuuri Katsuki is really really lucky that Victor decided to become his coach. First off, Yuuri can’t exactly fire him, because Victor isn’t charging him a coaching fee. This means that Yuuri can’t hide by just... stopping paying him. Second, showing up in Hasetsu means Yuuri can’t even run away there, because... well, when he tries, Victor rips his door open and makes the boy talk to him. Victor doesn’t take Yuuri’s avoidance as an answer. (Even though he does respect Yuuri’s boundaries around his sex life).

Victor really is a genius with choreography. He helps Yuuri put together programs that highlight his skating, and challenges him to rise to Victor’s level, which is Yuuri’s cornerstone motivation.

So he skates for Victor, like he always has. And slowly, in part by realizing that Victor is human (oh and in love with him...), Yuuri starts to feel that fire, that confidence, that “I want to make you swoon by doing a quad flip for you.”

Yuuri skates for Victor. He always has. And skating for Victor, now the fully fleshed person that loves him, is the one thing that found Yuuri’s extra gears in his skating. Only Victor Nikiforov is capable of finding that extra gear in Yuuri, because Victor is the one person that can break through Yuuri’s many layers of stubbornness and anxiety.

As for Victor...

Victor Nikiforov is a skater. That’s what everyone thinks of him as. Yes, he can put together an extraordinary program, but... (and I quote Yakov) “that man only thinks about himself!!!”

Victor feels empty. So he takes up the Japanese skater he was thirsting after’s invitation to come and be his coach.

Boy howdy was Victor lucky that the uncoachable Yuuri had begun to avoid Celestino and severed ties. And that he worships Victor. And that... well, he is a way way better skater than he thinks he is.

Victor puts together two insane short programs. Ones that it’s probable that not even the other GP finalists could skate. And he does this for a cantankerous teen (who has already made it clear he doesn’t listen to Victor’s notes...) and Yuuri.

There were a million places that Victor’s inexperience (and um. ego.) would have made a skater fall apart. From putting together programs too difficult, to not paying enough attention to the skater he’s supposed to be coaching...

But Yuuri is no ordinary skater. Yuuri worhips Victor, but Yuuri also is keenly aware that Victor might be taking a brain vacation, might be a little unserious, might even be someone who fails at coaching. And Yuuri, kind of doesn’t care. He’ll work with it. He won’t worry about Victor’s selfish motivation. Because to Yuuri, getting coached by Victor is a dream.

It means that Yuuri didn’t storm off and quit on Victor when he made it about himself, or when he royally screwed up in motivating his pupil. And because Yuuri stuck with it, stuck by Victor, and even very loudly and honestly told Victor what he needed to do, Victor was able to get past the initial “look at me! I’m a coach!” roleplay that it started out as, and realize that he liked coaching. Without Yuuri, who rose to the occasion over and over, who was patient with Victor even when he was being dumb, (who refused the fake Victor), Victor got to fall in love with coaching, and develop a little bit of humility, which would make him an outstanding coach when he finally did retire.

It sure as hell helped that his first (experimental) pupil went from good to record-setting in a single season.

They fell in love; they deserved to. They were made for each other, yes. But... they were ultimately two who helped each other reach a destiny that they would never have been able to reach without the other.

I think this is the reason Victuuri fills my heart so much, because it’s not often something is crafted with such perfect and loving complements to one another.

Yuuri is going to realize his extraordinary potential as a skater because Victor Nikiforov coaches him. Victor is going to have a fruitful and exciting career as a top notch coach when he hangs up his skates, because Yuuri Katsuki was his first student.

I love this almost as much as I love them.

#yoi meta #victuuri #viktuuri #yuri on ice meta #yuuri needed victor as coach #victor needed yuuri as his first student #born to make history #more like born for each OTHER to make history!

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