#They are going to cause such a riot but such is the way of the fae

[elvenbeard]

I don't know where I am sometimes, sometimes I don't care, I'm just high

My hands in the air and my head in the clouds I wanted to float and I want it right now

And this is my tune and I want it real loud

I randomly walked into Riot the other day with the intention to take pics but then was surprised by a very special event taking place there, so I ditched all plans and instead made "super secretive special party guests dancing through the night" my new theme XD

featuring @arcandoria's [revamped joggers] for mascV, refitted to now fit skinny Rockerboys better too :3 thank you so much!

[worstloki]

friends to enemies is fine but friend group to enemies holds so much more potential for comedy. everyone is chill and still gets along fine. except for Todd who defected and is now our arch nemesis. yeah like he totally just went off on his own and founded a cult. barely changed his aesthetic too and now all he talks about is the corruption in the system and how we're free to join him when we've had enough of it ourselves.

[voidfell]

Tag Dump 1 / 2

Still working on Kaz and Marty's tags but consider them added too. Might add my rules + muse list to my pinned post cause it seems easier then updating my carrd every time I get impulsive.

[seilon]

god I wish I could rip Instagram apart with my teeth I hate it I hate it I hate it

[iri-desky]

GET KOSA TRENDING.

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(IMPORTANT UPDATE: Kosa will not necessarily pass on the 26th. It only has the support to pass in Senate, and we STILL HAVE TIME. That being said, time is of the essence.)

WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.

I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.

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[dutybcrne]

Diluc as a child was definitely rowdy ASF or the sleepiest lil bab, there was NO in between

[diamondangelkitten]

Vierapril Day 10: Free Day ~ Aetherial Sea

This will be quite a long and bittersweet writing blurb, but I hope you enjoy it. Apologies that Annabeth doesn't feature as prominently, but as always, she is there. Also, one day I'll be good enough at gpose to add some photos to this, but I'd also have to work on so many character designs. For now, please enjoy...

When Alira, the girls, and the Scions go into the Aitiascope, Alira thinks nothing of journeying into the aetherial sea. Only when she feels the spirit of Papalymo and Moenbyrda does she start to wonder about the family that went on before her. She pushes these thoughts to the side, determined to not fail her found family and be distracted. Halfway through the Aitiascope, she gets a feeling something is off but is too late to verbalize it, and the Scions are soon surrounded by an ambush from a large creature and its minions. As Alira desperately throws a shield around her friends and plants herself in front of them to take a hit, a figure jumps into the fray from out from nowhere, wielding a lance and attacking the creature. “Hmph, too scared to attack the vaunted Warriors of Light in a real fight? You really have no shame,” the figure comments before turning around to face her. “My daughter would win either way to be honest, but let’s make this an even fight.” 

The beast roars and as the Scions group up to attack, two figures run between them. “Take a break, Scions. You’ve more than earned it and far more is to come,” one says. The other speaks, “Stop your yapping sis, and more attacking”. Alira is struck speechless, as her two sisters, knives in hand, start taking out the creature’s ads. She feels a faint hand on her shoulder and turns around to see her mom there. Her mother smiles, saying, “Move ahead now deary. There’s still trouble to be had here. Don’t you worry. We won’t let you go without a proper goodbye”. Alira nods and her mom turns to join the family in the fray. 

Estinien comes up beside her, “Come now. They’re doing their part. Let’s go do ours.” Feeling Alphi and Alisae sidle up beside her, she nods. The group splits into two, running along their charted path. After defeating Amon, Annabeth, Alinea, and Aurora pull Alira to the side. “I’m fine; don’t worry.” Alinea looks to Estinien and while it’s clear she doesn’t quite believe her friend, she nods and departs with Aurora following after her. “Are you sure?” “Yes!” A pause. “I’m sorry, Annabeth, but after all this time, I never thought I’d see them again. That they’d be here.” “I know, and that’s why if you need to sit out for a bit, we’ve got you.” Alira nods, but they’ve come this far together, she won’t be the weak link now.  

After defeating Hydaelyn, Alira can’t help but start to panic that she won’t see her family again, but as the Scions slowly start to make their way back, they see her family. The others agree to go on ahead to afford them some privacy, but she can see that Thancred and Estinien are near for when this is all finished. 

She first turns to her father… Tears rush out of her before she can stop them. “I hated you. I hated you for such a long time. For loving others and choosing them over me. I know now why you done it, but it hurt Papa, and I missed you. I missed you so much.” She runs into his arms, where he hugs her tight, while stroking her hair. “I’m so sorry my lovey. I never wanted to hurt you. When I saw those girls in danger, I saw you, and wanted to protect them. I didn’t think it would take me away from you. I am so truly sorry, but I have watched over you every day since then and I am so proud of how far you’ve come.” She straightens and clears a cough, blushing, “Yea, not all of that was to be proud of.” He chuckles, “You handled it the way you could and you lived. You are fierce and strong, and I will always be proud of my daughter.” They look at each and she goes for another hug. 

Eventually the shuffling nearby makes them pull away, only for Alira to be swept into a joint hug from her older twin sisters. “Lissy, aren’t you just so proud of her? And what a man she has too!” “Violet, I swear. Focusing on men still. (queue rolling of eyes good-naturedly from everyone) Don’t you mean to compliment her on her whole family, especially baby Sibby?”

Alira laughs, “Not so much a baby anymore. I can’t believe how fast she grows daily. I miss her.” She smiles. “But I wish you were there for her. You’d be the most amazing, crazy, and caring aunts she could ever have.” Tears start to well up in her eyes again. “Now now, Li, don’t you worry about that. Did you know that the fairies can visit here? Well, they can! And guess what, me and Vi here, we’re going to be the first fairies on Etheirys! We can be Sibby’s fairy godmothers!!” Alira stares back in shock. “Are you sure?? What about being reborn and having a new life?” Violet looks at her, “We thought about that, but we saw what you’ve been through. How sometimes all you need is someone who can be on your shoulder and whisper encouragement to you. We saw what joy they bring to children on the First, and Feo Ul agreed that fairies should exist everywhere.” The twins look at her and nod in unison, “We’re sure about this”. Alira smiles and hugs them, “You have no idea how relieved I am to know you’ll still be around, even if not the same.” 

They finally let her go, enough for her to see her mom. There’s no hesitation now in running to her and giving her a hug. Considering all that her mother had likely seen, she was expecting a small bit of a talking too. She looks into her mother’s eyes, and while she does see a bit of reproach, it’s soon replaced with a teasing smirk and grin. “While I wouldn’t have quite imagined what you’d get up to as you’d grown, I cannot say I’m disappointed. You’ve lived a life few could lead, and it’s taught you lessons and compassion for a group that is often less loved. I’m proud of you my darling daughter. I too share my heartache that I couldn’t be there to stand alongside you as you grew, but that doesn’t mean I ever stopped loving you. Here, in this moment, I am so happy to be with you all.” 

The family comes together to have a group hug. “What about Eden?” Alira asks. “Tell him we miss him, that we never blamed him, and we are also proud of the man he has become,” her father says smiling. “It would’ve been nice if we could’ve all been here today, but alas.” “I’ll tell him,” Alira says, “Everything you want him to know.” Her parents smile and relay their messages, with the sisters telling him to expect a tiny bit of torment soon. 

After much laughter and hugs, Alira notices some movement from Estinein and Thancred warning that they really should be leaving soon. Alira turns back to her family one last time. “Alira dear,” her father says, “You’re mother and I will be returning to the sea now. We wanted to make sure we were here for you when you needed it and I am grateful they chose not to trust in me only. But now, now, you have found your own feet and your family. You’re ready to move on, knowing that you are loved. I hope we meet again one day.” Alira’s mother gives her one more hug, “Yes love, your father and I are sure we’ll find each other again and I know we will find your brother and you in some way or form too. But know that I love you; that we love you, in this moment, as your mother and father, and that has never once wavered or changed. Whatever we may meet again as, we will always love you.” Alira nods, more tears gathering, and the group embrace once again. Nodding and finally drawing back, the sisters see their parents turn to each other, hold hands, and kiss each other, while departing to the aetherial sea. The twins look at her, “Feo Ul is meant to be back soon,” Vi says. “You’ll be the first to know when we’re there,” Lissy adds. Alira laughs, “I look forward to your joint reign. I love you both”. One more hug happens before they walk off to a part of the underworld and Alira walks to rejoin Estinien and Thancred.

“You both okay?” Alira asks. “I’m pretty sure we should be asking you that,” Thancred jests. “But yes, seeing Minfilia again put me at peace. And even just being here. It’s more peaceful than I imagined. You never know how seas are.” “Aye, though I wasn’t able to see them like you could, I was able to feel my parents and Hamignant. They hadn’t fully left yet,” Estinien smiles. “Thank you,” he says turning to Alira. “I know you didn’t fully care then, but what you, Alinea, and Alphinaud done for me… It gave my parents something to be proud of.” She smiles, “I think they were always proud of you. Our parents both loved us. I think just seeing us alive, if not living, was something.” “You’re probably right. Though you still haven’t answered Thancred’s not a question.” At this she laughs, “Yes, I’m okay now. A part of me feels peace that it hasn’t in a long time. I’m sad Eden wasn’t here to be a part of it, but he made his peace a long time ago. I needed this. I’m ready to be better and more present”. This makes the men next to her smile. “Well then,” Thancred says, “that’s good, cause just wait till we tell the Forum what we heard from Hydaelyn.” “On second thought, let’s stay here”, causing them to all burst out laughing. 

When the group finally breaks through to the surface, she sees the girls standing off to one side. They’re all trying and failing miserably to appear not interested and not pry. Alira smiles and moves over to them, wrapping them up in a group hug. “I’ll never be 100%, but I feel more at peace than I have before. Thank you, for walking alongside me.” Aurora nods, “Always.” “Always.”

[medicinemane]

"This company is gonna..."

Well I think they should just die

This was about something specific, but honestly if a company does much of anything these days I probably will think they should go bankrupt for it. There's very few things companies do that don't make me want to see them crash and burn frankly, because fuck em

[smoothriverrocksrock]

So for fun and curiosity’s sake, I decided to watch flatland… safe to say it was an experience. Genuine thoughts on the movie (I watched the 2007 version) and stuff under the cut, spoilers!

I hear the book is an actual, genuine political comedy (and honestly I believe it if that’s what the movie adaptation looked like) so Ima go see if I can buy it and I recommend y’all do to!

Aside from the whole “what the fuck is going on” feeling that kinda permeates the whole movie, it was actually more than a nothing spectacle! I liked the whole “flawed higher power” theme that the movie had going on. The way the president caused a purge and framed it as a riot, the way the general/warden only wanted war and glory. The vain sphere, the 3D shapes’ general lack of empathy for Asquare.

The oxymoron that is the president circle being all “oooh am I doing the right thing?” And him still turning around to murder a bunch of guards for nearly no valid reason is 🤌. Classic corrupt politician

I LOVED that scene where it’s the Sphere in the elevator, and each time the elevator is in the public eye he poses like a celebrity, and when the elevator hides again Asphere returns to a bored/uncaring pose. No dialogue, and honestly just a really simple scene, but it speaks volumes.

Mrs. A was kinda annoying at first (all the lines deserved better voice actors) but that “Hear my battle cry!” Scene immediately raised her to my favorite. AND??? MRS. B CASUALLY MURDERING TWO GUARDS??? Queen shit, go save your husband girlie

Good time to mention the casual misogyny in the film. If I had a nickel for each time a shape called a woman an “it” I’d have tooooo many nickels. The “woman are actually really dangerous/lethal” thing is kinda funny, but if you really try and interpret that it gets kinda gross. I imagine (hope) it’s an actual point in the book, but in the movie it’s just not addressed. The movie is an alright commentary, doesn’t completely fumble the message but it does distract a lot from it. Like… I enjoy the idea of the chromatic leader being a irregular shape, but to give him such a silly voice is reallyyyy undermining some of the movie’s point. Other examples and all, but watch the movie yourself. If I ever make an analysis for the book, I’ll then give a better analysis for this movie (compare and contrast, the good stuff)

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯ after hours Another midnight stuck in the office, paperwork and tech piling up by the second. Sometimes, all it takes is a kick in the ass to take a break and remind yourself that you're only human.

content // late nights at work, just some fluff and fun behind the scenes of the hero world. reader’s support tech alias is Mechanica. wc // 0.9k

『 k.bakugo masterlist | caramel & champagne series 』

It’s been a long, exhausting month at the Dynamight Agency. Bakugo’s been on back to back emergency calls and scheduled patrols while you’ve been pulling double shifts to stay caught up with all of the repairs needed from said emergencies. It was a constant stream of issues popping up the second you’d finish fixing the last gadget of the bunch.

“Mechanica! My suit’s on the fritz. Can you check the wiring you installed?”

“Mecha, how’s it going? Sorry to bother you, but I’m out of the electro-bombs you made for me last week. Could you spare a few more?”

“Hey! You’re the top support tech here, right? Red Riot told me to come find ya. I busted my helmet last night and the visor doesn’t work anymore. Can you fix it? The infrared tech seems to have been fried."

Using your quirk for extended periods of time was draining as hell, as helpful as it was. Your fixes typically require a tool or two, or a quick recharge to a piece of gear you’ve created in the past, not three weeks of back-to-back quirk usage. A vacation sounds real nice, but alas, a heroes work is never truly done.

A familiar set of footsteps comes trudging toward the workshop as you’re inspecting a piece of circuitry - you know those boots anywhere.

“Peach, I thought ya went home?” Bakugo asks you while placing a broken gauntlet on one of the open work tables. “Like...hours ago.”

Sarcastically, you wave your hand to the piles of items next to you.

“I was when I messaged you earlier, and then everyone in the damn agency suddenly needed repairs.”

You peer around him to the bracer he placed on one of the other tables. Son of a bitch, you fixed that yesterday!

“Katsuki…you didn’t.”

You don’t mean for your tone to sound accusatory, but you’re grumpy and want to go home. Bakugo huffs under his breath and waves you off.

“Relax sweets, s’just a backup that’s busted. Villain stabbed right through it and it cracked one of the gaskets inside. Still got my good set in the office.”

“Every one is a good set, ‘Ki. I’ll get to it tomorrow, maybe I should build you a third set for when you smash the good pair.”

He knew the bite in your tone wasn’t aimed at him, it’s was just a result of your exhaustion and didn’t hold it against you.

“Why don’t we go home together? Leave all that for tomorrow. S’late,” Bakugo suggests, taking the tools out of your hands and laying them on the table. “Have your team do the dirty work. You’re gonna run yourself into the ground.”

“You have absolutely no room to talk, Mr. Running on Four Hours of Sleep.” You playfully smack him in the bicep before rearranging the tools on the table. “You didn’t even come to bed last night, you passed out on the couch in your hero gear.”

He shakes his head before grabbing you by the waist and hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Katsuki! Put me down!” You squeal, half annoyed and half giddy.

“Nah, cause if I do, you’ll be glued to this station for god knows how long." Bakugo smacks your ass to get you to sit still, a grin plastered on his face. "It’s past midnight, peaches. Takin’ you home and throwin’ us both in the shower. And we’re stayin’ home tomorrow, boss’s orders.”

There's no force in the world that could stop Katsuki Bakugo once his mind is made up - no use in fighting the inevitable.

You dramatically let your body rag doll in his hold. "Fine, but you have to carry me all the way home."

“I’d carry you to the edge of the world, sweetheart.”

How does this man one up himself every single day and steal your heart all over again?

“You’re so mushy when you’re tired,” you tease, reaching down to squeeze at his side to tickle him. “If only everyone else could see the big bad Dynamight right now, carrying his exhausted wife home. That would be a hell of a headline.”

Bakugo feigns dropping you in retaliation, catching you at the last second and shifting you back on his shoulder like you were weightless.

“Shut it or I’ll drop you in a puddle on the way home,” he cackles while pinching your thigh. “Ain’t no way in hell I’m lettin’ those paparazzi jackasses catch a glimpse of your ass.”

He makes a fair point. You were already in the spotlight recently, no need to add any more fuel to that fire.

The two of you exit the workshop, turning the lights off and heading to the rooftop to blast home. Bakugo’s version of flying never fails to fill you with adrenaline, a personalized rollercoaster ride all the way from the agency to your shared apartment. When you get home, Phoenix lovingly jumps off the couch and trots over to you two, rubbing between your legs and chirping happily.

“Can you feed Nix, babe?“ you ask as you’re stripping out of your workshop clothes and nodding toward the begging kitty at your feet. “I’ll start the shower. Leave your suit out here, too. We can toss them in the wash tomorrow.”

The domestic routine kicks in for the Bakugo household, just delayed by a few hours. After your shower, the two of you relax together in the bath, enjoying the silence of each other’s company. The alarm clock reads 2:13AM by the time you’re crawling under the sheets, tucked under Bakugo’s arm and cradled against his chest. He turns off the “work” alarm for the both of you, solidifying his decision for a much needed day off.

It’s little moments like these that remind you how human the two of you are in the midst of it all - even heroes need breaks.

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[fukcnoplease]

Things always go wrong

Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5

Danny paced the halls of pariah dark’s castle, well his castle but even after a few years he wasn't used to that, as Frostbite watched in silence. His king isn't usually this restless before a council meeting but his distress was understandable. As his eighteenth birthday approached the council was getting more and more pushy for Danny to take up his role as king. Frostbite had used his leeway to allow the young king time to grow up and in the four years since his first transformation he had only been called to council a handful of times. It was an impressive feat less because they needed a king and more because the observers were anxious to keep the young king on a leash. 

This council meeting was called hastily as the anti-ecto laws had been passed recently and the GIW as well as the Fenton parents had become bolder in their pursuit of ghosts. The Fentons had almost captured one of Danny's rogues and it was too close of a call for the council to overlook. 

On top of that Dani was supposed to be coming home today. The young clone had taken to traveling the world as soon as she was free to. Her unstable nature had forced her home only a month after departing and it had taken months to convince Danny to let her go off alone again. Her destabilization had been easy to explain, as a clone she had been created without a ghost core and with continual use of her powers and no way to replenish her energy she had used her own body's ectoplasm to feed her powers. Frostbite was unsure if she would ever form her own core as her creation was unique but Danny had pushed. The idea Danny had come up with was to take a piece of his own core and give it to Dani, maybe jump-starting her own core cultivation in the process.

After defeating pariah dark Danny had begun absorbing his core, a way of proving his claim to the throne Frostbite had explained, and with it his own core had almost doubled in power. While unstable itself as it was still settling into its new power, it was possible to take a sliver and still keep the core at a healthy level. If Danny pushed for a bigger piece than strictly necessary, well no one but Frostbite would ever know that.

The council had rioted at another ghost having a piece of the king's core, it was usual for families to share cores in times of need but a king having a royal family was unheard of. Some of the council was against it all together and some were quick to try and coronate Dani a princess. Danny did his best to shield her from the council and made her promise to visit at least once every few months and call weekly. It had been a battle but Dani had accepted conditions as well as a phone Tucker had made for her. Then she was off, traveling the world and bringing back souvenirs and stories. 

A couple years had passed like that and they had finally settled into a comfortable rhythm. A rhythm rudely interrupted by Danny’s looming birthday and his parents lack of self control. He was supposed to be at Sam’s house, ready to hug Dani when she arrived and with a whole day of movie marathons and nachos planned. Instead he was stuck pacing his entrance hall as Sam kept him updated on the happenings in the living realm. 

“Your majesty,” Frostbite rumbled, “perhaps it is time you enter the council’s chamber. An intermission can only last so long.”

The monarch hummed but didnt stop pacing. Every turn caused his layered cape to billow behind him in a strange way, as if it was floating underwater rather than being manipulated by wind. The king's crown had dulled from a fiery bonfire into a thin misty glow that wrapped in a circle over his head. Jazz would tease him for it, ‘It looks like the aurora borealis, your love of the sky bleeds into everything doesn't it?’ and she was right, though he would never admit it. Even as he combed his hand through his hair and the crown, the misty fire dissipating around his hand before gathering again, it still twinkled as if far away stars were shining in the crowns light. 

Danny spared little thought to his regalia as he paced. A wave of dread had come over him midway through the arguing and he had called a pause so they could recollect themselves. He had tried to check in with Sam but she wasn't responding. He had heard nothing from Dani either and something deep within him was screaming something was wrong. He couldn't abandon a council meeting on a hunch and honestly it was one of the few times he didn't want to have to abandon the council meeting. If only because it would mean nothing was wrong.

Dani had had some close calls over the years and while she had really come into her powers she wasn't as strong as Danny and the one time she had been hit by Maddie Fenton still held fresh in Danny’s mind.

His phone buzzed.

Sam had replied.

Eco-Terrorist: We cant find Dani

It was the only message Danny needed before he was off. Ripping a hole in the dimension himself as he crossed back to his preferred plane. He barely noticed Frostbites thoughtful hum as he moved to bring the news of the king's departure to the council.

The precious seconds Danny took to arrive at Sam’s house were spent spiraling as to all the worst things that could have happened. The fear doubled as he stepped through Sam’s wall to find her holding Dani’s phone and pacing herself. Tucker sat at the desk scouring what looked like security cameras on his laptop as Danny popped back into view.

If Sam yelped it was only because she was too stressed to try and cover it up.

“We found her phone in Amity Park, she hadn't been responding and it had been almost an hour since she was supposed to show up.” Sam stressed, she was flexing her hands around the phone. 

“Since she usually messages us if she is going to be late we decided to check if everything was alright. When we saw she was in the park and hadnt move in a while. We left immediately.” Tucker added. He had a wobble to his voice and a shine to his eyes. Danny gritted his teeth. “All we found was this.” Sam said as she threw Dani’s phone on the bed as if it had personally been the thing to commit the crime and went back to pacing, flexing her hands in and out of fists.

“Do we have any security footage that might help?” Danny asked. 

“Ive been looking but the park doesnt have much cctv except around the perimeter or playground. Its been useless. All Ive seen is the Fenton-mobile.” Tucker paused, Danny could hear him swallow as the same thought passed through all their heads. “You… you dont think…” 

“Ill go check the lab.” Danny said before he vanished. Already making his way through town as Sam and Tucker raced to follow him. 

It didnt take long for Danny to make it to his house, the ghost shields were down but the Fenton-mobile was nowhere to be seen. It gave Danny little hope but he made his way down to the basement, transforming into his human form just in case. He made his way through his kitchen and down the stairs where he looked into the lab and into his worst fear.

Dani lay still on a metal table, restraints on her arms and legs and waist as a trickle of ectoplasm dripped from her left arm onto the floor. She wasnt even in her ghost form. He jumped the stairs and made it to her in two strides. 

“Dani? Can you hear me?” Her head was lolled to the side but her eyes were open, if only barely. She blinked and squirmed slightly, making a grumbling sound before going still again. She was alive, likely drugged, definitely bleeding out. Her arm had a gash in it and two tubes attached to needles lay on the floor beside her. The tubes were tangled and thrown about, as if someone had tripped on them and then let them be. Rage bubbled within Danny but he forced himself to focus. He would not let Dani bleed out because he was too busy seething at his parents. He grabbed whatever he could use as medical supplies and wrapped Dani’s arm before trying to break her restraint.

Electricity coursed through him and he cursed. Refusing to let panic take over he turned to his parents computer instead. There had to be something that could undo the restraints and regardless he had to wipe whatever information they had on Dani. What he found was a conversation log of Maddie Fenton and an Agent W discussing payment and proper handover specifications for a ‘perfect specimen’ Maddie had found. The money was staggering and Danny’s rage almost made him crush the mouse he was holding. 

At one point, Sam had offered up the idea of destroying the lab and joining Jazz at Gotham U where she had chosen to go for college. They had toyed with the idea, saying it was for the future or it was a last resort, but ultimately never gone through with it. It was a bad idea to drag a meta equivalent to Gotham and in all honesty, Danny wasnt comfortable leaving Amity. He hated leaving the town limits even if necessary, he couldnt imagine choosing to live somewhere else. But right now, staring at his bleary, injured, unstable sister, he decided he would have to. 

His rogues would be pissed and he didnt really have a solid plan but he refused to let this happen again. To anyone.

It was little hassle to find the unlock to the restraints and erase the computer completely. His parents didn't trust the cloud and the physical copies they had would be lost in the fire. Tucker had copies of everything anyway. Dani moved to sit up but really only managed to roll off the table. Danny caught and he shared some of his ectoplasm to try and help her heal. It wasnt much but she started to regain lucidity.

“Danny?” she whispered and Danny hummed in response. Their cores hummed at each other, the harmony encouraging her healing. A boom rattled the building, it was far away but it snapped Danny back to the present. They didnt have time to sit there, he didnt know when his parents would be back and he needed to leave. 

He laid Dani on the floor as he went around and dismantled as many things as he could, leaving the vulnerable pieces in the open. Finally he turned to take the ectoplasm filter that powered the entire house. When he ripped it off its mantle alarms started blaring and he turned and grabbed Dani, hauling her up into his arms as he ran up the stairs. He heard her giggle something about bumpy rides and he was out the door and barrelling towards his beat up car parked across the street. 

Jazz had given it to him for his sixteenth birthday. Apparently she had originally planned to buy it for herself for her move to Gotham but Sam had managed to convince her parents to buy Jazz a brand new car. Something about the public transportation system being dangerous and it being the first thing Sam had asked for that had been manageable. It was beat up and an old red but Danny loved the car and used it often. He worried he would have had to keep his parents away from it, in case they try and ghost proof it but they never even noticed it. He parked it across the street and they just assumed it was the neighbors. No one had lived in the houses around them for years.

He shoved Dani into the passenger side before hoping the hood and sliding into the drivers seat. He didnt know he could do that.

Shoving his key into the ignition the engine roared to life. He managed to get down the street before his house exploded. The shockwave sent the car forward and he managed to catch Dani’s head before it met the dash. His windows rattled but none of them broke, a small victory he thought. 

His mind flashed to all the things he had had in his room, his home. His memories, his souvenirs from Dani, all his space and nasa memorabilia, all his clothes and any pictures he thought were important. His family, his friends, his school, his only solid portal to the Infinite Realm. 

His emergency supplies.

“Fuck.” he whispered as he kept driving. Dani giggled and said something like ‘language’ but Danny was too busy swerving through traffic to hear her. His phone buzzed and he jolted, he maneuvered to pull it from his pocket as he tried to check it only to barely miss an oncoming car and drop it into the footwell of Dani’s seat. He cursed again and kept driving. He wasnt going to stop until he was well and out of Amity. He focused on driving and harmonizing with Dani as he drove. 

As they raced across Amity his core began to pulse with panic. The lingering pain from losing his home exploding into waves of fear.

He wasnt stopping. The pulsing grew more intense and Dani whimpered in her sleep. He tried to calm down but something felt so intrinsically wrong with leaving and his core felt like it was going to burst.

The pressure grew as they got closer and closer to Amity’s border and as they crossed it something in Danny popped. 

He almost blacked out from the pain. The car swerving as he tried to regain control of himself. Something had broken and it felt like he was tilted on an axis. He could barely see and was forced to pull over. His breathes came in short painful gasps and he bit back a scream. He was trying to ride through the pain when his phone rang. Grasping for it he picked up and brought it to his ear.

“Danny? We saw the explosion, are you ok? Did you find Dani?” Sam said, crackling over the phone.

“Mhm. Dani is with me. We are going to Gotham.” Pain cracked his voice as he struggled to breathe. “ ‘s not safe. Need Jazz.” Was all he could manage before he was heaving.

“Danny! Stay where you are. We have ectoshots with us and we can-” Sam was cut off by an explosion behind Danny’s car. He whipped around to see a white van crashing through traffic. Danny slammed his foot on the gas and turned back to the road. The pain in his chest dulled as his desperation to protect Dani slammed back in full force. 

“Meet. In. Gotham.” Was all he could growl before he hung up the phone and drove in what he hoped was the direction north east. 

~~

currently obsessing over dpxdc shenanigans

I just love seeing danny act like a cornered animal

[tteokdoroki]

⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — KATSUKU BAKUGOU. homemade love.

about. katsuki takes the pain of his middle-born daughter to heart, and does anything he can to fix it.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up, bakugou is a girl dad of three, reader is referred to as ‘ma’, their daughter is quirkless like deku lol, he makes her pasta, pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader, … a draft from a long time ago!! enjoy please <3

katsuki who cooks and makes his middle daughter her favourite pasta recipe whenever she’s down.

she comes home from middle school with scraped palms and knees, teary eyed and with the weight of the world on her shoulders.

“they don’t like me ‘cause ‘m quirkless.” she says as soon as she’s through the door — the authentic bakugou twang thick in her shaky voice. her face is pressed into your torso when you make eye contact with katsuki, who’s emerged from the kitchen down the hall and to your left.

you see it all flash before his eyes — his childhood, his high school career and the day he died. the way he treated the number one, uncle izuku, for so many years. it’s all reflected in the familiar red of his middle child’s eyes and it kills him.

“c’mere squirt,” katsuki calls to her, drying off his hands with the red riot tea towel slung lazily over his shoulder. he’d been washing dishes before she got home. “we’re makin’ dinner together.”

“but i—“

“i wasn’t askin’, i was tellin’.” the older blonde nudges his head towards the kitchen, reaching a hand out for his daughter which she tenderly takes. when she sniffles, bakugou tucks her into his side as if to protect her from the horrors of the world. you let them go without interrupting, knowing the importance of this moment for the two.

it’s not easy, being a bakugou when you’ve got dynamight’s reputation to live up to. he’s fearsome and fiery, confident and calculated. your husband and the father of your three beautiful daughters is one of the main reasons why japan is safe today. the burden and weight of his reputation that your children carry is unimaginable — only made worse by the fact that your middle is quirkless.

and yet, dynamight’s love for her doesn’t falter. since the moment he first held his baby girl she’s been his entire world, his moon along with his sun and now his stars. he’s adored her before she even became a twinkle in his eye — no amount of power or special ability would change that for him.

she’s katsuki’s girl, not just dynamight’s daughter. he’d tear the world apart to find anyone who ever hurt her.

“hold the knife properly. you cut your finger off ‘n yer ma will have my head.” his gruff voice, holding no malice, makes your sweet girl snort with laughter — a change from her earlier wobbly bottom lip and teary eyes. “we’re tryna mince garlic for the sauce, not yer little hands, squirt.”

she sticks her tongue out at him, bright blonde curls bouncing when she narrowly misses a playful swat from her father. “i’m trying,” your middle child wails with faux upset — her nose scrunches all too similarly to how yours and it sends an arrow of love straight through katsuki’s chest. for a moment, the kitchen falls to silence and the elder of the two turns his attention to the pasta dough in his large floured hands — focusing on shaping them into little bow ties just how his daughter likes, on occasion adding them to a boiling pot of water.

“i’m trying,” she says again, but quieter. “but daddy, everythin’s so hard.”

and like pot simmering away on the stove, her emotions start to boil over — tiny hiccups forming a sad symphony with the sounds of a working kitchen.

bakugou instantly springs into dad mode, dropping everything that he had been doing to take your daughter’s hand in his. despite how messy it may be. “hey now gorgeous, don’t cry…tell me what’s wrong, yeah?”

“i-i don’t want to disappoint you by not havin’ a quirk n not bein’ a hero…” she manages to get out through her blubbering — digging the heal of her palm into wet eyes. “i jus’ wanna make you proud!”

katsuki’s face softens, everything except for love for his daughter melting away. “‘nd i am proud. fiercely fuckin’ so…ah, shit, don’t tell yer ma i cursed, kay?” he stumbles over his words, he’s never been the best at comforting people but when bakugou’s child needs him, he’ll be damned if he leaves her in any pain. “from the moment y’first came into this shitty — i mean — crappy world, i’ve been proud of you. you’ve always pushed yourself beyond anythin’ i could achieve, you’re kind to people when they don’t deserve it, you smile whenever things get tough…”

taking a moment from his passionate rant, katsuki slows his breathing and composed himself — squeezing his little girl close. “yer the best thing that’s ever happened t’me ‘n yer ma. my proudest moment… i love ya so much. you’d never disappoint me.”

“really, daddy?” your baby sniffles, rubbing at her snotty nose.

bakugou nods with a gentle smile, cupping her face between his two floury hands before kissing her forehead z “really.” he affirms. “now get yer choppin’ skills together, this pasta sauce ain’t gonna make itself.”

the two blonde’s return to cooking, a comfortable silence settling in your family kitchen, also full of love. that night, your family of five sit together munching on homemade pasta bow ties in a sauce that your middle daughter had worked so hard to make. she grins brightly between her sisters, staring at her father with her shining red eyes thankfully.

in that moment, she knows that she is loved no matter what the status of her quirk is.

you link your fingers with bakugou’s under the table. “you did good, dad.” you whisper to him, stabbing through your pasta with your fork. “

“so did you, ma.” he whispers back gruffly, thumb running over your wedding band as he eats his pasta too.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[washeduphazbin]

Electrifying

Vox x Fem!Reader

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

=_MINORS DNI_=

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Vox x feedreader, where he’s in his room with all those TVs, doing his broadcast or something? And the reader comes in and gives him a BJ (smut pls) I changed some things. I hope it's okay. Enjoy you, sinners. ;)

When you were alive, you weren't particularly religious; that's not to say you didn't believe in the concept of heaven or hell, just that you didn't care where you ended up. Your family was religious and cared more about scaring the word of the lord into you than your personal beliefs. In your head, you assumed that it was your anti-religious beliefs that would earn you a one-way ticket to hell. You didn't expect the reason to actually be the fact that you hacked yourself into a secret government database and ended up in prison, only to die in a prison riot that you played a part in. You become a number one target when you can hack the guard's security cameras.

Long story short, you died and woke up in hell. Then you hacked your way into working for one of the most powerful Overlords in hell, specifically by glitching out every one of his broadcasts until he noticed you.

Vox was going to kill you when he found out you were the one fucking up his tech, but you managed to convince him that combining your skills would serve him much better than slaughtering you and wasting your talent. He put your skills to good use; Vox could finally take breaks from constantly patrolling the cameras around Pentagram City and focus much more on improving his already well-renowned tech. It took a lot of sucking up and managing to break into some of whatever radio shops that were left in the city and breaking all the old-timey tech that things finally shifted between your relationship with the Overlord. Destroying those radios caused you to immediately jump on the Radio Demon's shit list, which as a normal Sinner was not ideal.

However, it jumped you up immensely on Vox's Employee of the Month board. In fact, you were almost sure you were his favorite employee ever.

He finally trusted you enough to show you the central hub where he ran his broadcasts, and you moved from ordinary everyday Sinner under contract to Vox's right-hand woman...who was...still under contract...semantics.

From that moment on, you were constantly by his side throughout every single one of his broadcasts. While Velvette might be the backbone of the Vees, you were Vox's hype woman, keeping him out of trouble while encouraging his most chaotic ideas. That's how the two of you remained for a consistent seven years until the Radio Demon hijacked Vox's broadcasts, showing all of Hell he's made his triumphant return.

"I can't fucking believe this, I've spent years building my empire, YEARS, and he thinks he can just take it from me like that? Does he even know who I am?" You watched your boss prepare for his late-night broadcast session, flipping switches and plugging wires into his head while ranting about that deer-faced fuck

"He's not worth it, Sir," You speak softly and notice his shoulders relax at your tender tone. "You've been running Pentagram City for years. At this point, your viewers aren't just going to turn you away for a guy who sounds like he swallowed a microphone instead of a dick." Vox snorted with delighted laughter as he sat down in his studio chair. His claws drumming on his metal table pinging around the studio, you stepped closer and noticed he was still trailing Aslastor's every movement on camera. "May I speak freely?"

He thought briefly before turning his screen to face you, "Well, spit it out then."

"Your 'hatred' for Alastor is boarding on obsessive; it's creepy and- don't give me that look." You huffed, crossing your arms, "You permitted me. Plus, you haven't even heard my suggestion yet."

"And why exactly would I let you suggest anything after your attitude?"

"It'll help you relax," your hands spread across his shoulder pads down his chest, and you could hear his processors running a little louder in embarrassment. "I have lived to serve you since the day you hired me. Let me help you." You purred softly next to his screen, nuzzling against the cool metal; you saw how his claws dug into the table before him, creating claw marks.

"I suppose if you're offering." He leaned back in his chair, wires still connected to the back of his screen; you hummed, moving in front of him. Subtly, very subtly, you pressed the start broadcast button with your fingers. He watched with spiraling eyes as you kissed the side of his screen before kneeling between his legs. You saw sparks of embarrassment erupt from his screen, "wait, what relaxation are we talking about here- fuck!" He cursed, voice glitching in a way he usually used to command attention from his viewers and Val. Your hands gently trailed over his belt buckle as you leaned against his thigh,

"Not yet," You teased softly, "Maybe if you're good." You whisper with a wink, kissing his inner thigh, "Don't you wanna relax?"

"Yes." He commanded you hurriedly before composing himself, "Be a good girl for me, baby. Help me relax."

"Yes, sir." You hummed, unbuckling his belt, and with a click of his metal clasp, his belt was pulled from his pants. You felt cold claws trace your cheek as you looked back up at him through your extended lashes. His screen was glowing a mesmerizing purple hue; he looked briefly awkward,

"Vox, say my name."

"Yes, Vox." You licked your lip, rubbing your thighs together; your fingers pulled and tugged at his pants in a way of asking permission. He gave a single head nod as his slacks were pulled down to his ankles. You heard him suck in through his teeth as you landed forward towards his boxers, admiring the significant hardness in his pants. "Look at you; you're so big already..." You felt drool pooling in your mouth, and he made another strangled electronic sound. "I can't wait to feel you in my mouth." He seemed to gather some confidence back as he gripped your hair, causing you to whine,

"If you're so eager. Then suck." His eyes flashed a plethora of pretty colors, and you felt your willpower drop, hypnosis, your heart skipped a beat as your underwear flooded with your slick. He grinned wickedly as your mouth opened wide, tongue lolling out of your mouth as you took him out of his underwear. His dick was unlike anything you've ever seen. It was long and curved, sticking straight into the air, showing his eagerness for your mouth; blue and red wire-like veins seemed to pulse with need. You leaned forward, nipping gently at his now bare thighs as he hissed in through his teeth before swallowing his length in your mouth. Vox groaned, a static sound; as soon as your hot mouth swallowed him, sparks from the monitors singed your skin. You smiled, knowing that his sounds and your actions were being broadcast for all of hell to see and hear, and he was none the wiser.

You felt his claws dig into your hair, pulling you forward, forcing you to take him deeper down your throat. You groaned around him and began to suck as deep as you could take him down your throat. "Fuck baby, fuck." He hissed as you looked up at him through half-lidded lashes, opening your mouth wider and running your tongue on the wire veins underneath his dick. He shuddered and choked back a moan as you pulled back. You began to kitten lick along the sensitive tip, swallowing the blue precum that was forming at the slit. He shuddered, the screen glitching a few times as it flashed different frames and colors. "Don't stop now; you're just getting better." He grinned crookedly, petting your hair like a pet; you gave him a look. He snickered, urging you forward back onto his dick,

"I'm going to make you cum so hard, your blue screen." You purred, licking your lips, gathering spit in your mouth before taking him as deep as your throat would allow. He was heavy in your mouth and throat, filling it even though he wasn't thick. His tip hit the back of your throat as you choked around him. He moaned heatedly, eyes squeezing shut as he jolted as you suctioned your lips around him. He was close, and you could tell his hips began to twitch as he attempted to fuck your throat. You took that as a sign to place your hand on his balls, squeezing them and caressing them through your hands; you were rewarded with an even louder moan and a shout of your name. "That's it, baby, I'm so close, harder. fuck you're such a good girl." That seemed to do it as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him as he shot his load down your throat, which you swallowed eagerly.

He tasted like you swallowed a packet of blue raspberry pop rocks.

You pulled off of him, licking your lips, and noticed his entire body was slack, face completely blue, sparks shooting out the back of his head. You giggled, turning to the screens and seeing yourself on camera; you hummed, hiking up your skirt and giving a little bow to the audience before ending the broadcast. You and Vox's phones were blaring with messages nonstop; you picked up Vox's while he was rebooting. You opened it quickly, remembering his passcode from when he told you to monitor Val's activities with the tracker he placed on the Moth. There were notifications from social media and Vox tech itself, which you promptly swiped away so Vox couldn't see them immediately when he rebooted. About a hundred texts from Velvette and Valentino in the Vees shared group chat.

Velvette was screaming about all the social media images she'd have to wipe to protect Vox's image and how much of an idiot he was for not double-checking that he wasn't on air. While Val was giving a rating while sending a play-by-play and ranking your technique, begging Vox to let him use you in his next shoot. You giggled, leaning down to snap a picture of you with a still rebooting Vox and sending it to the other Vees before throwing the phone away. If things go well, he'll fuck you on air next; worst case scenario, you'll double die, known as one of the best dick suckers in hell, probably only second to Angeldust.

[vampiiu]

Jeff the Killer Headcanons

- Jeff has ASPD. This causes him to not feel much empathy, sympathy, or remorse. The disorder completely destroys his ability to hold any sense of guilt.

- He often wakes up from nightmares and feels so inadequate as a person that he faces multiple suicide attempts, but they obviously failed because he's a valuable proxy and Slenderman is awake 24/7. totally not because Slender feels a fatherly urge to protect Jeff

- His bedroom is surprisingly neat. He cleans it when he's manic and he usually tries to keep it that way.

- Even if his bedroom is clean, don't expect him to be. He showers about 2-3 times each week with the claim "I don't give two shits" because he's too prideful to admit it's because he hasn't had the motivation all week and could barely get out of bed this morning.

- He and Liu mildly get along. They don't hate each other, but they don't like each other either. They have a silent understanding of "I'll protect you because you're my brother, not because you're my friend."

- Sometimes Jeff will tell a joke and Sully will accidentally laugh. It usually results in an awkward silence between the two.

- He doesn't like spicy food very much, but he eats it sometimes to cope with SH urges. It burns his mouth wounds enough to distract him.

- Jeff will mansplain anything/everything to you.

- With that being said, do NOT ask him about Donnie Darko because he will go on for hours about that movie. He's very passionate about that topic.

- Avid listener of Motörhead and PopKill.

- Thinks new memes are fucking hilarious. I have no idea why, but this man will start cracking tf up whenever you call yourself sigma or an alpha. He just thinks it's an absolute laugh riot.

[jointherebellion215]

Flowers

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x female!reader

Summary: You're living a perfectly content life on Geidi Prime with your husband. It's a shame your mind can't rest, sparked by glimpses of a life unknown. Loosely based on the song from Hadestown.

Word Count: 1.5k

TW: Dark!Feyd-Rautha, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, yandere!Feyd-Rautha, manipulation, gaslighting, like SO much gaslighting holy shit, descriptions of violence, abusive relationship, emotional abuse, isolation, tragedy, nonconsensual drug use, nonconsensual medical treatement, induced memory loss, amnesia, dubious consent, pregnancy, songfic, happy-but-not-really-happy ending, I know I said female!reader but there's virtually no pronoun usage or descriptive words in thisfor the reader besides titles so maybe GN!reader??

A/N: I'm blown away, almost 500 notes on His Kiss, the Riot? Holy shit, all of the thanks! Here it is, the final part! I'm ending it with the song that actually started this whole idea. Listening to Eva's interpretation of Eurydice singing Flowers gave me the most delicious, fucked-up bit of inspiration and this came out. I was clutching my own metaphorical pearls writing this cause damn, this gets dark. Like, way more than I thought I could write. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the end of this twisted tale. Thank you for reading! As always, I appreciate you taking the time to like, comment, and reblog.

Read Part One and Part Two

AO3

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dune properties, characters, or storylines-- nor do I own anything related to Hadestown. The images used in this are not my own, and any similarities to stories or events other than what are directly referenced are strictly coincidence.

Lily white and poppy red

I trembled when he laid me out

“You won’t feel a thing,” he said, “when you go down”

Nothing gonna wake you now

Drops of blood. 

A wicked, black smile.

“You won’t feel a thing.” 

You wake up with a gasp. Your doctor had warned you about dreams like this. They weren’t real, just an aftereffect of your accident.

The medical staff for House Harkonnen had been gracious enough to inform you of your predicament. When your family had recently hosted the Harkonnens, you quickly met and fell deeply in love with the na-Baron Feyd-Rautha. Your love for each other was so intense that you had demanded to get married right away. Your father disapproved of the union, so he disowned you and banished you, demanding to never see you again.

On the journey back to Geidi Prime, a stray asteroid hit the ship and caused you to hit your head. Feyd had apparently worried for your life, which saddened you and warmed your heart. It was nice to know that someone truly cared for you. However, your mind wasn’t quite the same afterwards. Your life before Geidi Prime was completely unknown to you. Your memories were in a fragile state.

That was just a few months earlier. Unfortunately, your mind has not yet recovered your memories prior to the accident. You were diligently taking a specially brewed tea that would calm your mind so it wouldn’t fracture under the immense pressure to try and fix itself. When you asked how long it would take for you to recover, your heart cracked when they said that it may take the rest of your natural life.

While it broke your heart to hear of your father’s dismissal of your feelings, you believed that you were strong enough to carry on. Having no further ties to your home world made it better to settle in with your new family.

You are a Harkonnen now.

Now, your footsteps make the quietest of echoes as you traipse down the narrow corridor. Heads of nearby servants and slaves bow, and eyes snap to the floor as you pass by. You feel the barest of sympathies, for not being allowed the simplest of human connection with their na-Baronness. But it was paradise considering the consequences should anyone ever feel bold enough to try otherwise.

Your husband wouldn’t allow that.

Dreams are sweet, until they’re not

Men are kind, until they aren’t

Flowers bloom, until they rot and fall apart

“Can I not have a single friend on this planet?!”

You burst into your shared chambers, rage rushing through your veins. All you had wanted was to have lunch and tea with one of the few female palace advisors you had taken a liking to. Maybe share a laugh or a story. Make a connection outside of your new family. That was all ruined when Feyd barged in and gutted your companion, stomach-to-throat, while she sat in her chair.

You were sure that your shoes had trailed blood down the hallway, but your mind was focused elsewhere at the moment.

“What use would you have for friends? I am right here.” He closed in on you, grasping your arms and forcing you to look in his direction. “Am I not enough for you? Do I not give you everything you should ever desire?”

His hands tighten around your wrists, making you flinch. A stray tear falls from your eyes, guilt starts to overcome your anger.

“No, not at all, husband! You have given me everything I could have wished for and more,” You wrench your hands out of his grip and grasp his face. He showered you with gifts, never let you go hungry or thirsty and this is how you repay him? “I just… I didn’t think you would want to hear me talk about certain things. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“I know you don’t, my darling.”

You take a deep breath as you feel the tension in the room start to settle.

“Your mind is already fragile from the accident… I just want to keep you safe.”

Safe. That was the key here. He takes step back and retrieves a small dagger from his belt.

Feyd holds it up, showing you the weapon. “Did you know that your friend had a blade dipped in poison strapped onto her person?”

You can feel the blood rushing from your face. No. You didn’t know.

“I-I didn’t see a knife on her. She couldn’t have-“

“She did.”

He drops the blade and leans in closer to you, forehead aligning with yours. “There are people out there who seek to harm you, who seek to harm me through you. I can never let that happen.”

You nod furiously. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid. 

Trust is unbelievably hard to come by in the Galactic Imperium. Your few months’ worth of memories can even attest to that. It seems that the only people you can truly rely on is family.

“I only want what’s best for you.”

You understand now.

Is anybody listening?

I open my mouth and nothing comes out

Another argument discussion had emerged from your telling of your latest dream. Your husband was convinced that you were entirely too exhausted to put any stock into what your subconscious was telling you, but you thought otherwise.

Fingers run through a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

“I swear to you, it felt so real! It was almost like a memory, like something I-,” A firm hand is placed on your shoulder as you give a slight stumble. Feyd puts a hand on your back, leading you to the edge of your bed, setting you on the bench that was placed against the footboard.

“Please, have some of your morning tea, my darling. You look a bit peaked.” You accepted the cup he gave you, settling down and taking a few sips of the warm, spiced drink. Your mind instantly calms, anxieties evaporating from your body like puffs of smoke. Never mind the memories that you had just… Floating.

Your husband is now on one knee in front of you, arms encasing your body, as his hands cup your face. He brings your eyes to meet his, seemingly searching. For what? You do not know.

“What were you saying about this dream of yours?” A pause reverberates throughout the room as your head tilts in confusion.

“My…?” You stutter, mouth opening to complete a thought that was no longer entirely there. “I can’t quite remember. What were we talking about?”

Your husband gives a smirk, analyzing your face once more before placing his hand on the dark fabric covering your swollen belly.

“Nothing of import. It seems that my heir is set on scrambling your thoughts.”

There seemed to be nothing in this world that brought more joy to Feyd-Rautha’s face than the sight of you and his unborn child. He’s more protective of you now than ever, having guards always posted near you, having you wear a shield during all public appearances. Not to mention, he was damn near insatiable in private. His hands and mouth are practically dragged away from you and your growing stomach every morning.

You give a chuckle. “I’d heard about pregnancy brain before, but never knew it to be this taxing! Perhaps I’ll take a walk later if I’m feeling up to it.”

Feyd gives your cheek a soft pat before rising to his feet, “Rest, my darling. I shall check in on the both of you later.” His hand rests next to yours, giving your belly a quick rub before he walks towards the door.

Your head goes to set on your pillow, the warmth from the tea running through your body. You must be really tired, since you fall asleep so quickly.

Quick enough to not hear the deadbolt lock clicking from the outside once the door is closed.

Flowers, I remember field of flowers

Soft beneath my heels

Walking in the sun, I remember someone

Someone by my side, turned his face to mine

The dreams start to encroach your mind while you are awake. You continue to follow your doctor’s instructions: take your daily tea, rest often, don’t overexert your body or your mind. But, ever persistent, they push through, finding parallels with your daily life to latch onto.

A hand, gently enlaced with yours, guides you through a meadow—

You husband’s hands lead you to stand with him by his uncle’s side, preparing for another ceremony.

A laugh, familiar and warm—

A chilling cackle of laughter reaches you in your viewing box, watching your husband gleefully slay another adversary in the arena.

Bright, yellow sunlight caressing your face and neck—

The black sun of Geidi Prime pulses in your periphery as you wave to a crowd below, your husband standing stoically next to you.

A kiss, given freely—

Feyd ravishes you in your chambers, lips melding together with yours.

My darling—

My love—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

My darling—

“Is everything alright, my darling?”

You blink, snapping back to the present. Pale, smooth skin and blue eyes, your husband extends his hand towards you. Safe. He gives you everything. You and your child will never struggle or suffer with him. You are safe with him. Aren’t you?

Blood splatters over a patch of bright pinks, yellows, and blues—

You give a bright smile.

If you ever walk this way

Come and find me lying in the bed I made

[toji-sweetheart]

tags: fem reader + oc! daughter that you share with Katsuki + reader and Katsuki are 25+ + angst and some feelings that need to be talked about + there will be more to come...

part one | part two

Well before eight in the morning, Sukia was already in your bed and under the covers to shake you awake. Her little arms having enough power to get you out of your slumber. "Let's go see Daddy!" She squealed with delight and slithered from under the blankets.

Your eyes struggled to open to watch her flit about the room holding her magazine, the glossy cover still untouched. It was the only thing she took really great care of and if you dared to touch it she'd cry.

"Mommy! Please!" She begged sitting on the edge of the bed tugging the blankets off giving you no choice but to wake up and get out of bed shivering when the cold air hit your exposed skin, the heater must've went out during the night leaving the whole place chilly.

Sukia clapped her little hands together and watched as you peeled yourself from the bed with a groan, the mattress was springy not helping your sleepless nights. "Get your teeth brushed honey."

She was all to glad to agree and ran to the bathroom, the whole room in the entire place. While she got ready you did the same and dressed in something decent before helping her finish, placing the colors of Katsuki's hero suit in her hair via little bows.

Once you both were ready to go with the magazine tucked under her arm you held her hand and walked outside feeling like it was hard to breath, the thick air from the heatwave that hit the city is awful.

Plus seeing your ex-boyfriend after six years with the kid you never told him about made a lump form in your throat. "Do you think Daddy will be happy to see us?" Sukia asked, the innocent question made the wound you tried to patch that much wider and the guilt didn't help.

"He's going to be shocked I think at first but he will welcome you with open arms, you're a lot like him." You replied struggling to keep up with her tugging but her smile and laugh propelled you forward.

Morning rush on the sidewalk always proved to be a headache, trying to weave your way through the crowds was tiring until Katsuki's agency stood in front of you, gleaming from the thousands of windows that let the sun in filling each room with it.

You didn't get a chance to look more at it before Sukia was tugging you along and through the front doors. "Red Riot!" She screeched catching the attention of everyone in the front lobby and making you wish the floor would swallow you whole because Eijiro saw you both.

His eyes shifted from the little girl who looked so much like his best friend then to you, his ex. "Well, do I have the cutest fan here or what?" Eijiro asked with a grin as he came over to you both.

He crouched down in front of her answering the flurry of questions that fly from your daughter's mouth as he glanced at you. "We're here to see my Daddy! Do you know where he is?" She asked, wanting to meet him already.

Her patience was running thin.

The red-haired hero chuckled, noticing the way she frowned like her dad. He stood up and guided you both to the elevators in a thick silence unsure what to say.

"I'll lead you to him."

What you hadn't expected was for Katsuki to be waiting behind the doors that opened. His eyes honed in on you first, then down to Sukia.

Your eyes all but popped out of your skull watching as your daughter wrapped herself around Katsuki's leg with fat tears crying his name causing him to scowl at first but then he saw her face clear cut.

It was his own staring back at him when he was her age.

Instantly, you stepped inside and scooped Sukia up tucking her in your arms trying to ignore her tantrum. "This is why you needed to speak to me? About your kid?" He balked, his tone accusatory.

An insult hung from your tongue, sharp and the point dipped in poison to hurt but instead, you squared your shoulders and turned to Eijiro who stood on the sidelines watching the scene unfold in case he needed to step in between the both of you for whatever reason.

Katsuki grappled with the truth staring back at him, her eyes glassy and red. She clung to your neck tighter as you moved over to the red-haired hero. "Go with Uncle Ei, he's going to get you a snack." You assured your daughter and handed her over to him.

"She's never been out of my sight unless I was at work, please keep her in yours no matter what." You murmured to him and kissed Sukia's head watching as she left with Eijiro giggling as he told a joke.

After making sure no one else witnessed the whole ordeal, Katsuki led you to his office to keep the conversation private.

With the door shut trapping the hostile air, charged with unsaid questions and insults, you leaned against the wall staring at Katsuki. "That's your daughter you asshat." You hissed crossing your arms.

He sighed and sank into his chair rubbing a hand over his face and chewed on it all but it seemed stuck in his throat. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?" Katsuki demanded unable to sit still.

You watched as he paced back and forth in front of his desk, the ceiling-to-floor windows letting the sun spill in bathing Katsuki in a golden glow that defined his muscles that he worked hard for.

"Because you told me that night to never get a hold of you no matter what, you pretty told me if I was bleeding out to lose your number so I didn't tell you, I've taken great care of our daughter believe or not."

Katsuki growled in an attempt to let go of the anger that was rapidly building in his chest. "I didn't want her to hear this because we can't get along long enough to have a conversation. She saw your new photoshoot and trust me I've tried to keep her away from you."

He stopped in his tracks trying to keep control of his old self but your words only brought him back to that night, all it took was ten minutes and hurtful words to be exchanged to lose the best thing that happened to him all because of one simple mistake.

"That's my kid too...you can't just keep her from me!" He shot back.

Pushing away from the wall you walked over to him standing in front of him, your hands on your hips. "You told me to never ever reach out again no matter what so I heeded your advice." You replied coolly.

A harsh laugh ripped free from his throat as he ran his fingers through his hair when you noticed the ring on his finger, a golden band. Nausea rolled through your stomach as you stumbled back.

"Because you uploaded a picture of us having sex! That could've ruined my career but you wanted that because you were too scared!"

His words were a blow each time they landed on your heart and tears stung your eyes as you struggled to keep your feelings contained. "I-I told you it was a mistake and we were so drunk...I apologized and tried to make up for what I did because I know I messed up but you just love to punish me for it and everything else." You cried softly.

Katsuki was convinced that you were scared he'd lose his life working as a Hero and what happened when he was in UA, your worst nightmare came true. You've both known each other since elementary school but you didn't want to become a Hero so you never attended where he did but you kept in touch often.

The air seemed to thin making it hard to breathe as you gripped your purse. "This was a mistake coming here, I'm going to tell Sukia that you're not her father, it was nothing but a huge mistake." You whispered moving toward the door but Katsuki stopped you.

His hand on your elbow made you jerk back as you ignored his gaze. "No, I want to get to know her...she's my daughter too and I want to get to know her, and there is no way she could pass for anyone else but me unless you were sleeping with another blonde hero."

"There you go again with those damn comments. If you want to get to know her you can come to my apartment tomorrow, I'll let you see her today but I'll be right here then we can take it from there." You told him knowing that Sukia wanted to know him just as well.

His eyes searched your face before you yanked the door open to scurry down the hallway to the breakroom where Sukia was in the middle of a few Heroes, including Katsuki's friends and the sidekicks.

"Mommy!" Her loud voice echoed off the walls as she hurried over.

You scooped her up and kissed her nose with a smile. "Thank you everyone for keeping an eye on her, she's going to spend time with her dad then we'll be gone." With that you both waved and went back to Katsuki's office where he waited for Sukia.

An hour passed by slowly as she bombarded him with questions while showing him the magazine she saw with him on it. "I've always wanted to meet my hero!" She gushed hugging his neck tightly.

"Okay, baby. We got to go to the store then home, maybe we can stop off at the park or something before. It's bath night." The last bit was for Katsuki who seemed to struggle with wanting to let go of her.

Sukia pouted and shook her head. "Can I go home with daddy?"

Her question felt like a knife that cut straight to your heart but you knew she was excited, however, you still couldn't stomach that. "Maybe sometime soon, but for now you're coming home with me."

Katsuki stood and patted her head. "I'll see you tomorrow, your mom said I can come over. I'll bring breakfast for you two, sound good?"

She nodded with a sad smile and hugged his legs before joining you.

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