#and also because i didn't have any ideas good enough for me

[sansaorgana]

— MOTHER'S LOVE

PAIRING — Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — After arriving on Giedi Prime to marry Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen, you find out the secret his family was hiding from you – he has a daughter. You quickly realise he has no idea about fatherhood but you step up to take care of the little girl.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — OH MY GOOOOD Anyone still remember me and my fics?! 🤣 This one is a bit different because it includes Feyd as a single dad lmao However, it's not super fluffy either. They're Harkonnens, after all, and the Reader is not exactly a good person either. 🙈 I googled some canon info on Dune Wiki but I didn't follow the events 1:1 (as usual).

WARNINGS — arranged marriage, Feyd's traumatic past mentioned, Feyd being a kinda neglecting father (he cares in his own way and don't worry, there is no actual abuse), Lady Margot is 💀 and it was no accident, Reader is power hungry and greedy (and she adapts to the Harkonnens quickly)

WORD COUNT — 7, 290

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

MOTHER'S LOVE

You didn’t have many expectations before arriving on Giedi Prime. You knew that your husband-to-be was a brutal man but you were old enough to be aware of the fact that most men were this way. You were quite excited in a way because you knew what your union would bring and what your union would eventually make you – an Empress.

Your father had been a close friend of the Emperor and he had been helping him to prevent the war with the Harkonnens who were holding too much power and resources for their own good. However, after a few incidents in which the Emperor had chosen not to show your father proper respect – your father had drastically changed the side of the conflict. He was a wealthy and powerful man as well and connecting your family with the Harkonnens was granting them to win the upcoming war with the Imperial forces quite easily. It was a matter of time when it would happen.

You were supposed to marry Baron Harkonnen’s nephew and heir, which would make you an Empress one day. It was a vicious union; born out of greed for power instead of any love or affection. In fact, you hadn’t even met Feyd-Rautha personally but you had heard rumours about him.

As it had been mentioned – you knew he was brutal. But you also knew all men were. Your own father had turned his back on the Emperor so suddenly and treacherously, after centuries of the families working together. Had it not been brutal as well? Brutality came in many different shapes and forms. 

Your father’s wealth and army were helpful but not significant enough for him to dictate any conditions. For his help, the Harkonnens had offered only one important thing – you becoming the future Empress. However, all the glory would be theirs and your father would remain nothing but a close friend, expanding his wealth freely. You often wondered how much the Emperor must have had disrespected your father for him to choose the Harkonnens to be his new overlords. However, you did not complain.

You wanted to be the Empress.

But in order to become her, you had to survive the Harkonnens and Giedi Prime first.

You were greeted with all the honours on this unfriendly, deathly planet. However, your husband was not a part of the greeting committee. Neither was his uncle, whose health was decreasing lately. Many suspected he would die soon, which would make you a Baroness much quicker than expected, however you were not sure about your future husband’s approach towards your union. If he wasn’t so keen on marrying you, he could change his mind the moment he no longer had to listen to his uncle. That was why you hoped to get married before Baron Harkonnen would die – to secure your position on Giedi Prime as Feyd-Rautha’s lawful wife.

People who greeted you on Giedi Prime were mostly servants of different ranks. You could distinguish them by robes but they all looked very similar if not identical. They were sickly pale, some of them had pitch-black eyes and they were all bald. The servants of the lowest rank looked like clones and you suspected that was what they truly were indeed. They had their necks marked with tattoos indicating their low status.

Servants of higher ranks looked more proper – their clothes were nice, their facial features were more natural and they actually talked to you, meanwhile the low rank servants remained silent and avoided your gaze.

You were taken to your new chambers inside the huge and black fortress in the heart of the planet. You were given a whole wing and a huge bedroom that had not been occupied in decades – ever since Baron Harkonnen’s mother had died.

“Won’t I be quite lonely here?” You asked a male servant who was showing you around. You didn’t like him already because something about his creepy smile and observing eyes was sending shivers down your spine.

“What do you mean, my Lady?” He tilted his bald head slightly and blinked a few times as if he was a robot experiencing a glitch in his system.

“The whole wing of the fortress is all for me?”

“Well, you have guards and servants here, my Lady,” he pointed out.

“They are not… equal companions, are they?” You explained, trying not to sound too cruel. But servants on Giedi Prime probably found your statement to be extremely gentle. They were used to much worse treatment from their masters.

“You are not the only inhabitant of this part of the fortress, my Lady,” the man told you, a little nervously.

You furrowed your brows.

“Care to explain?” You tried to hide your insecurity by looking around the room and pretending to admire the black furniture. 

“Countess Marie has her room nearby,” the servant explained and you smiled slightly when you found out there was, after all, some female Harkonnen around who would perhaps be a friend to you.

Your first thought was that she was Count Rabban’s wife – your future husband’s sister-in-law.

“Oh! There is some countess?” You asked, excitedly. “How old is she?”

“She…” the servant took a deep breath in. “She is six, my Lady.”

“Six?” You asked, your smile dropping as your heart froze inside your chest. “She’s… She’s a child?”

Many awful things you had heard of the Harkonnens but child-brides had never been any part of those stories.

The servant must have immediately realised what you were thinking.

“Oh! No, no, my Lady, she is not a wife…!” He assured you. “She is… Family,” he explained, mysteriously. “Either way, I shall leave you now to rest after long and exhausting travel. I will send a maid for you later to bring you dinner and keep you company, my Lady,” the servant nodded and left the room as the rest of the servants left behind him. The guards stayed behind the heavy doors to make sure you were safe… and to make sure you were no danger either.

You took a deep breath in as you looked around. Everything seemed to be so big and scary on this planet but you promised yourself that you would survive and adapt to it and you didn’t plan on changing that.

After dinner, when your maid left you to sleep, you sneaked out of the bedroom to walk around a little and to explore more of the fortress. You promised the confused guards you’d be back soon enough but you also asked them to search for you if you wouldn’t come back in a long time since there was a big chance of you getting lost. They agreed to it and you walked away, very proud of yourself.

As you were walking down the dark and empty corridor, after a short while you felt somebody’s presence around you. A pair of eyes following you around, which made you swallow thickly. Your heart pounded fast but as you looked behind you, no one seemed to be there. You thought it was your brain playing tricks on you in this unfriendly environment and you tried to remember that the Harkonnens were your new family and they would not hurt you.

Gathering the courage again, you calmed down and continued your walk when – suddenly and out of the darkness – you heard a giggle.

A childish, girly giggle with a hint of malice despite its innocent sound. You froze, widened your eyes and looked around.

“I’ve imagined you differently,” a girly voice announced and when your ears found the source of it, you turned around to face it.

The girl turned on the orb of light she was holding. But it was not in front of you – it was behind you. You turned around once more and she chuckled, visibly proud of herself for playing tricks on you.

She had to be Countess Marie the servant had mentioned earlier – she was around six years old and she surely had Harkonnen blood in her. Her eyes were bright blue and her skin was snow-white. However, she was not bald – she had long and blond hair, which was braided. Her clothes were black and she had a small dagger attached to her hip.

“Countess Marie, I assume,” you extended your hand towards her in a friendly manner. “I am (Y/N) of the House (Y/L/N),” you introduced yourself.

“I know who you are,” Marie shrugged her arms and allowed the orb of light to float around her freely now as she took the dagger out and began to play with it.

It made you feel uneasy as you retreated your hand which she hadn’t shaken. She wouldn’t actually hurt you, would she?

“O-oh, yeah?” You asked. “Well, that’s nice… You see, I had no idea about you until a few hours ago,” you cracked a smile.

“I’m not significant. I’m a bastard,” the girl shrugged her arms again. “And I promised not to bother you but I was curious,” she admitted.

“Promised not to bother me?” You were surprised. “Honey, who did you promise such a thing and why?”

Honey, you had called her – despite her demeanour, she was still a little girl and it was difficult to see her as anything else.

She didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, she ignored that.

“I promised my daddy and grandpa not to bother you,” she explained.

“Oh, I see,” you nodded, assuming that she treated the Baron as her grandfather. “Are you Count Rabban’s daughter?” You decided to ask more openly now.

She widened her eyes at your question.

“No-o,” she shook her head and hid her dagger. “I’m a Harkonnen,” she told you, proudly.

You began to understand the situation and you couldn’t help but grow angry – how could they hide this fact from you?!

“Well, darling, either way, it is late already and you should be in bed,” you extended your hand towards her again but she took a step back. You retreated your hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s simply not a good time for little girls to be outside their bedrooms.”

“Daddy says I can go to bed at any time I want as long as I am up early for my training,” she explained and then she looked down. “Or… Are you changing the rules now?”

“I am not changing any rules between you and your daddy, it is not my right to do so,” you explained, softly. “However, I would sleep better knowing that you are safe in your bed,” you said.

“What do you care?” Countess Marie asked.

“How could I not, angel? Come on, let’s go to bed,” you nodded your head and she eventually agreed although she also rolled her eyes.

She showed you where her chambers were and you watched her walk past her guards and back into her room. After that, you went back to your bedroom as well but you couldn’t sleep at night.

How could they hide from you that your husband had a daughter?

You demanded to see your husband-to-be after breakfast, although you were advised against by many servants. Mornings were for Feyd-Rautha’s combat training and he should not be interrupted.

However, you could not wait for the meeting. You demanded to be taken to him and the guards had to follow your command although you could see they were not happy about it.

You rushed behind them through the corridors full of servants and Harkonnen noblemen that were turning their heads to take a better look at you. They were curious about you because you were a foreigner, a daughter of the infamous and treacherous Lord but you also stood out with your normal looks that seemed to be exotic on Giedi Prime.

When you arrived at the training grounds, you crossed the nearly magical border between the interior and exterior. Now, you were exposed to the radioactive sunlight, which caused the world around you to be black and white. You knew that the fortress was shielded from the deathly amount of radiation but it was not making anything outside colourful.

The very first sound that greeted you was an animalistic roar coming out of a warrior’s throat. He was standing in the middle of the courtyard with a dagger in his hand as a muscular slave-warrior in front of him kneeled down and fell over after his own throat had been sliced open. The victorious warrior raised his hand to show off the bloody knife and a smaller, clean knife raised behind him. You squinted your eyes and spotted Countess Marie cheering and mimicking the man in the middle.

“That is Feyd-Rautha, my Lady,” the servant whispered to you.

Your heart skipped a beat. Your future husband looked terrifying, especially in black-and-white. His eyes were snake-like, his head was bald and his body was very muscular yet flexible. He spotted you and after a while of hesitation, he walked towards you quite angrily, which caused all the servants to take a few steps back but you stayed in your position, refusing to show fear so openly.

The closer he was, the more handsome you were realising he seemed to be. It was nearly unnatural for a Harkonnen to be so attractive but here he stood – right in front of you. Young, healthy, strong and attractive in a mysterious and fascinating way. He was a perfect warrior – of that you were sure.

But would he be a perfect Emperor?

“Why are you interrupting my training?” He asked. His voice surprised you – it sounded very deep and unsettling.

“I couldn’t wait to meet you,” you answered.

“You are interrupting my training,” he pointed out.

“Surely, you can take a little break to meet your future wife?” You cracked a smile.

Feyd-Rautha seemed to be confused. Finally, his little girl emerged from behind him with a big grin on her face.

“Daddy, don’t be so grim! Lady (Y/N) is nice!” She announced and you breathed out of relief. For some reason, this little menace seemed to like you already.

“Oh, yeah?” Feyd-Rautha tilted his head at you and smirked. “Well, nice little things don’t last long on Giedi Prime, haven’t I told you?”

“Your daughter seems to be doing well, na-baron,” you dared to say and he squinted his eyes.

“I don’t raise her to be nice. And you should not bother with her at all anyway,” he explained and sighed a little. “Nevermind, you have interrupted my training already. Let’s go and talk somewhere,” he pointed at the doors leading back inside the fortress.

“Can I go with you?” Countess Marie asked.

“No,” Feyd-Rautha told her. “You go back to your room and attend your classes.”

“But–”

Feyd didn’t bother to listen to that, though. He walked past his daughter.

“How about you coming to my chambers after your classes and we’ll get to know each other better then?” You asked the girl with a smile.

“I can’t visit other people alone in their chambers except for my daddy,” she widened her eyes. “He doesn’t allow that. It’s dangerous,” she added and you furrowed your brows.

He seemed not to care much about this little girl but then, when it came to certain aspects, he was nearly overprotective.

“I will talk to him and if he still doesn’t allow it, we’ll invite some servants as well, how about that?” You asked her and she nodded with a smile.

You reached out to caress her face but she flinched, so you took a step back again.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“It’s fine but he doesn’t allow strangers to touch me,” she explained. “Unless they’re servants who help me change clothes and all that – unless it’s necessary, you see.”

“I see,” you nodded. “Well, see you later, Marie.”

“See you later, Lady (Y/N).”

After that, you hurried back inside the fortress to enter it through the same doors your husband-to-be had entered a few moments earlier. In fact, they were still open because Feyd was holding them for you with an annoyed expression.

“Sorry,” you smiled awkwardly at him when you finally were both inside the fortress. Here, where colours were visible, he didn’t seem to gain much more colours himself. His skin seemed to be a bit less white and his eyes were the same shade as Marie’s but that was it. He was still mostly black-and-white.

“You don’t have to befriend her,” Feyd-Rautha announced. “She is a bastard,” he explained. “If we don’t produce any heirs, she might become my na-baroness but I don’t think this will happen. Noblemen here wouldn’t accept a female leader anyway,” he shrugged his arms.

“How can you say that?” You asked him. “Let me be clear, I do not know much of you or your history but I do not accept the way you treat your daughter or me. Why is she not significant? Why was her existence hidden from me? Are women only objects here? Pawns? I am aware we hold less power on Giedi Prime but I was not told that women have no rights here,” you crossed your arms.

“Do not be daft,” Feyd-Rautha rolled his eyes and leaned on the black marble pillar inside the hall. “After my seventeenth birthday a Bene Gesserit witch used me to manipulate the bloodlines. It is an accident I barely remember,” Feyd-Rautha said. “I don’t like being out of control and at that moment I had none. She became pregnant with my child and wanted to raise Marie as another Bene Gesserit witch. Some sisters of that order are more loyal to the Harkonnens than their convent – that’s how I found out about my daughter. I killed her mother and her husband. I wanted to kill the girl, too, but I took her in to raise her as a warrior instead. After all, she’s my blood,” he shrugged his arms.

Both him and Marie tended to shrug their arms a lot – showing off how little they cared about literally everything. It was quite… adorable.

“You changed your mind because she is your child,” you pointed out, pretending not to be moved by the story. In fact, it terrified you that he admitted so openly to murder the mother of his child, although you were aware of the rumour that he had killed his own mother.

It would be very easy for him to kill you off, too, eventually…

“She is,” Feyd-Rautha nodded. “Us, Harkonnens, we have different ways of raising children than you, that’s it.”

“I don’t want to interfere or change your ways,” you explained. “But I refuse to pretend she doesn’t exist. As you said, she is a bastard and a girl, therefore she is no threat to me or any children I will bear,” you announced and he raised his eyebrows as if he was a little surprised and impressed.

As usual – he shrugged his arms.

“Can I spend time with her alone? Can I touch her?” You asked, more carefully now. “I feel like this child is not being hugged enough.”

“Harkonnens don’t hug,” Feyd growled.

“I just don’t understand why–”

“You can,” he interrupted you. “As my future wife, you can but the rule exists for a reason. It is to protect her and I don’t want you to extend the exception to other people as well.”

“Protect her from what?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“My uncle,” he answered and a long silence occurred.

“I see…” You took a deep breath in. “I… Well, it was nice to meet you, finally,” you admitted. “I must go now, the wedding takes place in a week from now and I have lots of preparations.”

“Don’t lock your bedroom doors in the evening,” he whispered and you raised your eyebrow at him. “I’ll claim you tonight,” he said casually.

“E-excuse me?” You asked.

“You heard me well, pet,” he smirked.

“The wedding takes place in a–”

“The fuck do I care about the wedding? You’re mine now,” Feyd shrugged his arms and walked away, leaving you scared and confused.

What if he claims you and then throws you away, accusing you of being spoiled and unfit for marriage? That would be a disaster.

Marie came to your chambers in the afternoon and you watched her go through your things with a smile on your lips. Perhaps it was a little rude of her to be so nosy but you were simply glad there was at least one ally in this fortress that you had. And, for some reason, despite her odd nature, you found her rather amusing and adorable.

“I’m glad your father allowed us to spend time together,” you said.

“Yes, it is now only you and him I am allowed to be alone with,” she pointed out. “It’s as if you were my mummy,” she said and your smile dropped when you remembered what he did to hers.

Did she know about it?

“My mother’s dead, you know?” She asked. “She was a bad person and daddy had to kill her.”

“I… I know,” you admitted. “Don’t you miss her?”

“I don’t remember her,” Marie shrugged her arms. “And she was a bad person. Bad people shouldn’t live,” she explained.

“Who defines bad, Marie?” You asked, curiously. After all, it was an odd thing to hear such a thing coming from a Harkonnen.

“Daddy does,” she nearly rolled her eyes, as if you were asking silly questions. “What is that?” She pointed at a white veil you had brought with yourself from your homeplanet.

“It’s for the wedding,” you explained.

“They’re going to laugh at you,” Marie chuckled. “Brides don’t wear such things here.”

“Oh? And what do they wear?” You asked.

“Different types of veils but not this… Whatever that is. And the colour is awful as well,” she pointed out.

“It’s lace, Marie. And it’s white,” you explained, patiently.

“White is a colour for servants,” she said and threw the veil away as you realised that, in fact, most white clothes you had seen on Giedi Prime were on the backs of servants.

“I don’t want people to laugh at me,” you admitted. “Will you help me?”

“Sure, I can. You’re going to be an Empress one day, you can’t look ridiculous!” Marie exclaimed and you chuckled. “What? You think I’m funny?” She asked.

“No, darling, I think you’re quite adorable,” you admitted and opened your arms.

She hesitantly approached you and you hugged her but she remained stiff as if she didn’t know what was happening. Perhaps Feyd was right and the Harkonnens didn’t hug.

“Why are you calling me these things?” She asked and you furrowed your brows. “Honey, darling, angel… I don’t understand,” Marie said.

“That’s how we address children where I am from,” you explained. “They’re nice things to say.”

“But I am not nice,” Marie protested and winced a little.

“Yes, you are, darling,” you assured her. “You’re a very nice little girl. A strong warrior, too, I am sure. But these two don’t have to contradict each other.”

“I would have to ask daddy about that,” Marie sighed and went back to looking through your things.

You watched her with a smile although there was a sense of dread rising with each given moment as well since you could feel the time passing and inevitably bringing you closer to the nighttime.

Feyd-Rautha was incredibly precise. In fact, a week later, on the day of your wedding ceremony, you were already carrying his son – the unnaturally advanced Harkonnen technology was able to confirm that on the night before.

You were both shocked and impressed by that and also by the fact Feyd was announcing that to everyone already during the wedding ceremonies and all those noble Harkonnens were cheering proudly instead of accusing you of infamy and adultery.

You wore red for that day – and so did little Marie. You were holding her hand by the wedding table and she was telling you funny facts about the scary Harkonnen noblemen surrounding you, which made you feel less intimidated by them. It was obvious to everyone that she had grown attached to you very quickly and everyone wondered why but you didn’t need to be a genius to know. You were coming from a planet where children were being treated well, like children instead of small adults being trained, and you knew they needed attention and affection to feel safe and loved. You were giving Marie all the things no one had ever been giving to her.

Whatever Feyd was thinking of that you had no idea. He was mostly excited about his son and heir you were pregnant with. As a husband he was treating you in a similar way he treated his daughter – he was rather indifferent but showed that he cared at times.

Oddly, you weren’t scared of him – you could sense that he was treating you like a business partner in a sense. After all, the two of you would rule the whole empire together one day. You had to work it out somehow.

During your wedding party, he left you for a while for a meeting with his uncle and a strange Bene Gesserit woman that came from an outer world. You thought she was a usual wedding guest but apparently she also visited to deal with some business here and you tried to hide the fact that it annoyed you how you were left out of this meeting.

“What do you think this might be about?” You asked Marie.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged her arms. “I’m technically a Bene Gesserit, too, you know?”

“But you’re not being trained, are you?”

“No, daddy doesn’t allow that. They’re bad people,” she shrugged her arms. “Can we eat more cake?”

“Absolutely!” You smiled widely.

Two weeks later you were in Marie’s chambers, reading history books to her. Bored in the fortress and not being given any real duties because of your blessed state, you replaced half of Marie’s tutors and you were teaching her yourself whatever you were able to.

She seemed to be quite distracted on that day, though. She was lazily playing with her dagger and looking out of the window as you were reading to her about other planets.

“How do colours look like outside Giedi Prime?” She asked suddenly. “I mean, outside. If I were on a different planet,” she explained.

“You don’t remember?” You asked and put the book down. Marie shook her head. “Well, it’s very colourful. Depends on a planet, of course, some are mostly green, some mostly yellow, some mostly blue. Some have lots of forests, some have lots of water and some have lots of sand.”

“Why?”

“It depends on temperatures and minerals that can be found on those planets. When our ancestors were colonising the universe, they were shaping the planets to inhabit them but there were limits within each of them. For example, you cannot make Giedi Prime look like Arrakis because of how different their suns are,” you explained. “Why are you asking, darling? Would you like to go and see a different planet? I might convince your daddy to let us leave to my homeplanet after the baby is born. Would you like to go with me?”

Marie shrugged her arms and looked away again.

“Will my brother look more like you or my daddy?” She asked.

“I certainly hope he will be a mix of both. Like you are a mix, are you not, honey? You have beautiful hair,” you smiled at her and caressed the blonde braid.

“I hope he has hair, too,” Marie smiled but her eyes remained sad. “Do you think he would like me?”

“Would? I’m sure he will adore you, Marie!” You caressed her cheek and her lower lip trembled. “What is it?”

“They haven’t told you,” she sniffled and you shook your head, feeling your heart sink deeper into your chest. “That Bene Gesserit lady who came when you married my daddy… She was here for me. They will take me soon with them and train me at their convent.”

“But you said your daddy didn’t want that,” you gasped.

“Well, now he has you and the baby,” she shrugged her arms but it was obvious that she cared.

She cared very much.

“Marie, I won’t let them take you away,” you cupped her face and looked deep into her bright eyes, so identical to her father’s. Yet so different – they weren’t so cold and empty like his.

Now, they were scared.

“How?” She asked, sadly. “You have no real power here,” she reminded you and it felt like a slap that even a child could see the truth about your position.

Usually, you were only seeing Feyd in the evenings inside the chambers you were now sharing with him as his wife. He hadn’t particularly asked for it but you had just moved in there and he hadn’t said anything negative about it.

You were sitting up in your bed when he entered and took a look at you before starting to take off his gear.

“How’s my son?” He asked.

“Is that all you care about?” You asked, angrily. Your unusual answer surprised him, so he turned his head around with furrowed brows.

“What else should I care about?” He inquired.

“You have a daughter as well,” you reminded him and he sighed, looking away again and going back to undressing himself. “I know the way she was conceived was far from ideal but it is not her fault.”

“I have told you not to bother yourself with her,” he mumbled out.

“What?!” You jumped out of the bed and crossed your arms. “If the child I’m carrying was a girl, would you treat her the same?”

“It would be different,” Feyd rolled his eyes. “I didn’t want Marie to spend time with you because my uncle said she could ruin our union. Apparently, he wasn’t wrong but in the opposite way. She’s not ruining our union because you hate her. She’s ruining it because you started to think you’re her mother,” Feyd growled angrily. “But she has no mother.”

“Because you killed her!” You were growing frustrated with his logic. “And now you’re sending her away! You said you hated Bene Gesserit witches! You told Marie that they were bad people and now you’re sending her away to them!”

“Has she told you?” Feyd was annoyed by that as he stepped out of his gear, wearing nothing but his underwear now. He never bothered with wearing pyjamas to bed, so he just passed you by and laid on the bed with a relaxed sigh, as if you were not in the middle of an argument.

The funny fact about him was that he couldn’t really argue – he wasn’t used to people disagreeing with him. Not people who were of lower status than him at least. And, as his wife, you unfortunately had a lower status because you were a woman.

“I don’t want Marie to go. She has to stay,” you stood above him with your arms still crossed.

“I am her father, the decision is mine. I didn’t want to send her there but they came here, they explained they needed her. She’s a part of their program. If we don’t listen to them, Bene Gesserit might turn their backs on us and we need their support if we’re going to take over the imperial throne,” Feyd explained and reached his hand out to touch your belly a little. “The medic said you shouldn’t get too emotional in your state, so calm down.”

But him telling you to calm down had an opposite effect, obviously.

“She’s not a part of a program!” You slapped his hand away, watching his eyes darken with anger. “She’s a child, Feyd! And fuck those Bene Gesserit witches! Fuck them, we don’t need them!”

“We need a religious institution to control the masses,” Feyd’s jaw clenched.

“Then we’ll create our own religion to replace theirs. We’ll turn people against them. I don’t want to be an Empress of an Empire I don’t have full control of. The Bene Gesserit are too dangerous and too independent.”

“Not if Marie becomes their Reverend Mother one day,” Feyd smirked.

Oh, so they already had a plan. The Baron must have come up with it. Men loved to plan out women’s whole lives like that.

“If I was her, I wouldn’t help us even a bit. I would hate us for sending me away,” you spat out, angrily.

“Such a vengeful little thing, just like your father, hm? Treacherous little snake, you would turn your back on everyone just for the sake of it,” Feyd moved up and now his face was so close to yours that your noses were nearly brushing each other.

“And you’re any different?” You asked but you answered before he could. “Yes, you are. You are different because I could never be so indifferent towards my own child. She loves you, how can you not see that? She calls you daddy, she mimics you, she wants to be like you. She trains with you, she cheers when you’re in the arena, she’s so proud of you. She believes every single fucking thing you say to her and some of those are malicious lies. Do you even realise how lucky you are to have her in your life?” You asked and kept looking at him with anger.

Feyd went silent, though, and you could see his facial features softened a little.

“It is not something I’ve been trained for,” he admitted.

“What?”

“Being a father,” he admitted. “I’ve been trained to kill and endure pain. To rule and obey my uncle. That is all I know. I always assumed that my future wife would raise my children. I don’t know how to do that.”

And in that moment you pitied him but you knew he would hate your pity, so you tried not to show it.

“I know,” you reached out to cup his face and he flinched just like Marie had flinched in the beginning. However, he allowed you to touch him and you cracked a smile while caressing his cheeks softly. “I know, darling, but I am here now and I can be a mother to her. I want to be a mother to her. If you send her away now, I will never forgive you. And neither will she,” you whispered.

“Some things I cannot control. They demand her to go with them,” he swallowed thickly, looking up at you with mesmerised eyes. You enjoyed that feeling.

“They demand? They demand you? You’re Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. You can tell them to go fuck themselves. If you don’t, that will mean that you won’t be able to protect our children either. I thought I married a strong man who would lead a whole universe one day. A ruthless leader, no compromise,” you caressed his cheeks some more, knowing perfectly well that you were manipulating him in the process.

“You’re different than I’ve expected,” Feyd confessed, his lips now brushing yours in a way that was making you feel tingly.

“I’ve heard that before,” you smiled and leaned in to finally close the gap between you two with a passionate kiss. You hoped he would listen to you.

Only time would tell.

You were with Marie in the courtyard when you saw the mysterious ship arrive and land nearby the fortress. You recognised it immediately – it belonged to the Bene Gesserit order.

Marie looked up at you with big, scared eyes. She could be a bold little girl with a dagger attached to her hip but in times like this she was just a terrified and lonely little baby. You didn’t want her to feel this way. Not now and not ever.

“I won’t let them take you,” you mouthed out but she looked down, unsurely. 

You held her hand and squeezed it tightly to walk her back inside and go to her room but on your way you were stopped by a servant telling you that Countess Marie was expected in the great hall where Baron Harkonnen resided.

You nodded at the servant and changed your route to go to the place where they were expecting Marie. However, you wouldn’t leave her alone there. No, you would go with her and try to defend her as much as you could. 

The room was huge, dark and nearly empty. The Baron was floating above everyone maliciously, connected to all sorts of machines and devices that were increasing in size with each given day. Speaking of his days – they were surely counted. Both you and Feyd couldn’t wait for the one when he would simply die.

Feyd was there as well, with his hands crossed behind his back. He looked nervous when you and Marie arrived as some old Bene Gesserit woman was standing there and staring at the little girl.

“There she is, Marie Fenring, Margot’s daughter,” the Bene Gesserit greeted her and Marie clinged to the black skirt of your dress.

“She’s a Harkonnen,” Feyd pointed out.

“Such a shame your wife is carrying a son. Your combination was unexpected and unplanned in our program but it certainly is interesting,” the woman continued. “Such varieties can enrich our system.”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, rudely, as you put your hand on Marie’s shoulder.

“Forgive the young ones,” Baron Harkonnen coughed as he mumbled out. “My nephew and his wife need a lesson or two about manners,” he tried to laugh. “Of course, you can take the little one with you. Let’s get it over with.”

“No, she cannot. I do not allow that,” you took a step ahead to hide Marie behind you.

“You know I don’t need permission, na-baroness,” the Bene Gesserit smirked. “Don’t make me use The Voice on you when you’re in such a blessed state,” she added with irony.

“If you do that, I’ll kill you,” Feyd barked at her. “If you touch my wife or my daughter, you’re dead,” he threatened.

“Calm down, boy!” His uncle scolded him.

“I am far too important and powerful to be scared of you. Do you think you can kill off a Bene Gesserit sister like me with no consequences?” She laughed at him as she raised her eyebrow cockily.

“That is exactly what I can do as your Emperor,” he tilted his head.

“You’re not one yet, are you? And you won’t be one without our help,” the woman was growing angry but her frustration was aimed at your husband instead of you now.

“We don’t need your help,” you moved closer to Feyd and Marie reached out her little hand towards her daddy. He didn’t hold it, so she clung to his suit with it as she was holding onto your skirt with the other. “My husband and I do not need help from anyone and the days of your sisterhood are being counted just as much as the Baron’s or the Emperor’s. Nobody is going to tell us what we can or have to do. The new order is coming and it’s coming soon,” you stated.

“Such insolence! My Baron, have you heard that?!” The Bene Gesserit looked behind her to look at your husband’s uncle but he was coughing uncontrollably and the servants were already helping him to float out of the room.

She realised that Baron Harkonnen wasn’t in power anymore. You straightened your back when she laid her eyes back at you.

“You do not have friends amongst the Harkonnens anymore,” Feyd said, calmly.

“Unless you cooperate,” you added with a smile.

“Cooperate how?” She asked.

“Let’s start with not taking our daughter away,” you said without thinking and then you felt your cheeks heating up when you realised you had called Marie your daughter.

You hoped it wouldn't make the little Countess or her father angry.

“I see,” the Bene Gesserit woman nodded and clasped her hands. “You’ve adapted quickly. Not many people believed you would survive here but I was one of the few who knew your father’s true nature. We knew that if you were at least half a viper he is, you would adapt here very well.”

“Oh, thank you,” you gave her a fake, charming smile.

“I know that some of my sisters are more loyal to the Harkonnens than our cause,” the woman revealed with a mysterious smile as if she was threatening you with controversial secrets.

“I suggest befriending them then,” you nodded with a smile. “ Quickly, if I were you.”

She left after that, clearly uncomfortable. You could see how she was itching to use The Voice on you but she had to be terrified of Feyd’s threats.

When the heavy doors closed behind her, you felt Marie’s hold onto your skirt loosening. You looked down and realised that Feyd was holding her hand after all – you had no idea when he had begun squeezing it but it warmed your heart.

“Thank you…” Marie’s lower lip trembled.

“Harkonnens don’t cry,” Feyd scolded her.

“Yes, they do,” you crouched down and hugged little Marie. She wrapped her arms around you and you caressed her hair. “Little Harkonnen girls can do whatever they want,” you added and patted her back.

“As long as it’s something father and mother allow,” Feyd added and you cracked a smile. He seemed to be fine with you becoming Marie’s mother.

“Yes, as long as mummy and daddy approve,” you moved away a bit and fixed Marie’s hair.

“Will you really be my mummy?” Marie asked with eyes full of tears.

“Of course, honey. My sweet angel, my darling,” you kissed her cheeks.

“What if I become a bad person like my real mother?” She asked and you went silent for a while. You didn’t know what to say to that.

“You won’t,” Feyd put his hand on her shoulder. “You’re not her,” he assured her and she smiled.

A maid interrupted you all as she was looking for Marie because her tutor had been waiting for her. So, you wiped your girl’s cheeks from tears and sent her away with the maid so she could attend her class.

“What if she finds out the truth one day?” You asked Feyd.

“What truth?” He squinted his eyes.

“That her mother wasn’t exactly evil. That you didn’t have to kill her, it was just the fact that your ego was hurt so much because you had been used like thousands of noble men before you,” you teased and caressed your belly to remind him of your pregnancy in case he would get angry.

“Oh, please,” Feyd laughed, though. He approached you and stood so close that his nose brushed with yours. He liked to show you affection like this, you had realised that lately. Rubbing your nose with his carefully as if he was an animal sniffing the scent of his mate. He was an animal in many ways, after all. But you would domesticate him, of that you were sure.

Just like his daughter, he just needed a little attention and affection.

“She won’t mind,” he assured you. “She’s going to be my daughter raised by you. Brutality and treachery won’t make her flinch,” he added proudly and you chuckled before caressing his cheeks gently.

“Why should they?” You whispered and kissed him lovingly.

You were sure now that by his side you could feel safe and he would protect you and your family even if it was someone as powerful as the Bene Gesserit to threaten you. 

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The Grand Complication Job

Oh my GOD where do I even begin. This episode was SUCH A GIFT IN GENERAL AND ALSO TO ME PERSONALLY. We've got references to The Inside Job, The Rashomon Job, The Girls Night Out Job, The ACTUAL PILOT, The Runway Job, The Maltese Falcon Job, and that's just me pulling from my first watch.

Also peep Tara "I'll do it but only if you pay me" Cole turning down thanks for the first time EVER and only taking an itty bitty watch as payment.

The fact that it's a very clear-cut 5-person con using Tara and Astrid instead of Eliot/Hardison/Harry. The fact that they USE TARA AS THE ELIOT BECAUSE THAT IS A DISTINCT PART OF HER SKILLSET and we always forget that because she was brought in originally as a temporary replacement for Sophie.

Tara's extremely calm and measured approach to everything. The reference to her previous work with governments and coding. The Russian border.

I HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT HER GIVING SOPHIE PARENTING ADVICE? DID TARA GET A FOUND FAMILY? WHAT'S GOING ON THERE?

The glow up from her questioning the way Nate and the team did things to just doing them herself.

Parker: You're my wild card.

Parker seamlessly stepping into the role of leader which we all know and love. Sophie seamlessly stepping into the role of distraction so that the team can work. Astrid was kind of being taught here.

The team's ability to turn on a dime and Tara knowing exactly who to defer to and who to call. It's just so good. There is so much trust there.

"Aww, I'd've killed you too, babe."

Tara calling Breanna "hun" and "kid". Breanna acting very lesbian about meeting Tara. The in-episode upgrade to WINGMAN.

How the entire theme of the episode was an inversion of The Inside Job, where there it was two "dads" fighting to get Parker out while she was kind of coordinating her own thing. And this time it's two "daughters" fighting to get Sophie out while Sophie was just like lmaooo just wait until my kids get here.

The big spot of affirmation for Astrid and Parker from Sophie, and how Sophie considers herself to be one of Astrid's weaknesses 💔

Tara & Astrid mirroring that bit that Eliot and Hardison always used to pull! Mind you, they have JUST MET. I do like the idea that Sophie tells Tara so much detail about her team in passing that Tara can work with them if possible, but it also again drives home how much Sophie trusts Tara.

THE REFERENCE TO THE RASHOMON JOB BECAUSE ASTRID DID NOT NOTICE TARA.

Honestly still dying at how the bad guys have so much information on this team and didn't look at who Sophie was having lunch WITH. Sophie and Tara are the definition of DL.

I honestly don't know if Tara, the last time we saw her, would have verbally admitted how much she cares for Sophie in the way that she did this episode. She was so cagey back then. They both were. Warms my heart at how happy she seems and how wholeheartedly she stepped into the way that this team runs.

And I will actually take this growth and elevation of Tara over like, yeah, I know, the gay stuff a lot of us want to see between her and Sophie because like, I don't think any episode of the show has ever hit on how transcendent, rare, and deeply trusting it is for grifters like Tara and Sophie to have remained friends and confidantes for so long. No episode of the show before has ever really put this much emphasis onto the relationship between these two. Tara's always going to be there for Sophie. PERIOD.

We get foreshadowing of Tara's presence with the way that Parker and Astrid were acting on the roof.

Very slight reference to Sophie thinking the way Parker does in the s1 finale with Tara looking at that cable on the roof.

TARA DOES NOT UNDERSTAND PARKER AT ALL BUT SHE RESPECTS HER AND UNDERSTANDS HER AND HER LASER QUIRKS ENOUGH.

We even get the dance nod to Tara's iconic dance scene in s4!!! But no actual dancing which is fine.

Obsessed with how Tara stayed for drinks this time, even though I'm convinced that the only reason why she left with that one guy in s4 is because Sophie was obviously having serious issues with Nate and Tara was not about to stick around for that (never mind that Leverage was not going to pay Jeri Ryan for a whole extra episode).

Like even the styling is super consistent! Tara with all that silver bling around her neck.

We also get Tara driving which she did a lot in the OG series.

The Let Them Eat Cake function was sooo funny and I love how the entire episode is about how women can also be toxic and how they use that toxicity.

We also get Tara with a clothes rack which is a nod to that one fashion episode.

TARA COLE FOREVER AUNT OF THE LEVERAGE FOUND FAMILY!!!

[thezombieprostitute]

Royal Treatment

Summary: You and your friends need to blow off some steam and you make a new friend who's more than he appears.

Warnings: Politics, Talk of economics and government. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Reader is female and shorter than Ari. No other physical descriptors used.

Part of the Royal Vows AU.

You grip the letter like your life depends on it. Reading it practically tore your heart out. Years of work, months of preparing your presentation for the King and his advisors, and all for nothing. The preserve would be torn down to make room for more hotels and tourist attractions. Never mind the ecological impact. Never mind that botanists had found potential new medicines. Nope. "Where's the profit" was the name of the game and you couldn't offer anything more substantial than potential profits.

Thankfully your friend group knew that, win or lose, you were going to need to let off some steam. They were hoping it would be getting to enjoy the very tourism industry you were fighting against because you'd gotten a small victory, but now it was just the only way to safely and legally let off steam. The four of you pooled your money together and managed to reserve a room at The King's Rest, the biggest hotel and casino in the kingdom. All you could get was a room with a single king-size bed for an entire weekend. Sure, it'd be cramped and definitely no bringing guys to the room, but it would still be a lot of fun.

You've set up two budgets for yourself: one for food, drink and trinkets, the other for gambling. Once that gambling budget is gone, it's gone. You can move money from the gambling budget to the other one, but not the other way around. If you're lucky, and you're not feeling particularly lucky, you'll walk away with more money than you started. But it's always good to have rules and limits to avoid the heavy debts you can get into.

Candace had scored tickets for a show at the VIP level of the casino. It's not a show you'd seek out on your own but, screw it. You're all going to dress up in your finest and go just because you can. You've got one flashy outfit and accessories and you're going to let yourself feel gorgeous, even if the teal does stand out.

Ari never cared for visiting Lloyd Hansen's kingdom of Rumica. The Hansen line of kings had long built up the reputation of their kingdom being the best place to visit. Not live, though. Hansen has noticed an increase in his people moving to Ari's home of Bellin and was pitching a fit that could lead to trouble for everyone.

Rumica was, on paper, the richest kingdom. People from all over the world would visit just to spend way too much money for the sake of a vacation. The common people getting to live like kings and queens, including dropping money as if they had plenty.

But the kingdom's infrastructure was lacking. It's citizens continuously lost housing and land to "development". The only way to make a living was by serving the tourist. And even then, "a living" was barely enough to support their families.

The kingdom was tourism machine that was never satisfied and Ari hated every second he had to spend here.

So, of course, King Hansen moved their meeting so that Ari would have to spend more time there. Got him the biggest suite at The King's Rest and tickets to one of the shows just to make sure he went out. It would be rude to refuse the gifts after all.

Ari also knew it would be a chance for Lloyd to gather information on him. Lloyd was famously paranoid, and not without reason. Rumor had it he even cooked his own meals just to make sure they didn't get poisoned. The delay between Ari's arrival and their meeting would be used to assess him, find his weak spots.

Ari smirked at the idea. His stepmother had taught him how to read people, how to figure out, within minutes, if you needed to plead, argue or bribe someone to win them over. It was an education reserved for ladies of the court, to be their husband's support. Sarah understood that Ari would be much more capable in a diplomatic capacity if he had that training. Men like Lloyd thought they had power because they could spend the time and money to study their quarry. Ladies only needed a few minutes to get a read on you.

Though he'd been granted gifts due to his status, Ari was adamant to his security team that no one know who he is when he's out and about. When he's outside of the suite, he's Guy Thomas. Sure there'd been family photos of him in the media, but he's grown out his hair and beard enough that the photos barely look like him anymore. And he got along well enough with his security that they could easily pass for a group of friends on an outing.

Ari isn't looking forward to going out and about but, despite its grand size, the suite is too confining for him. He and his team head out to one of the restaurants to eat before the show he has to go to. Usually he keeps himself pretty well on alert, on the lookout for Lloyd's people, but he's suddenly distracted. In the sea of gold and black, there's a spot of bright teal that catches his eye. He wants to walk towards it but Max, head of his security team, draws him back into the group and turns him back towards the restaurant.

The show was set to start and you had no idea what it was about. For once, you didn't do your research beforehand. Then again, when the show is titled "Zombie Burlesque" you're pretty sure you get the gist of what's going to happen. You and your friends settle in, all happy chitters and drinks, eagerly awaiting the entertainment, only quieting when the lights dim, signalling the start of the show.

In one of the balconies Ari is not at all interested in the show. He's spotted the bright teal in a sea of black and red. He's trying not to be obvious about watching you and your friends, but he wants to find out more. Such an odd color choice, one that calls to him. Such lovely laughter, more real than anything he's heard since he landed in Rumica. Others in the audience are so reserved in their mannerisms but you and your friends are so openly enjoying yourselves.

Are you a plant sent to spy on him? Draw him in for Lloyd's spying purposes? Or are you something real? An oasis in the desert?

He has to know.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @kmc1989; @lokislady82; @peaches1958; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[tim-drakes-missing-spleen]

Wait, what if after Danny meets Talia again or what ever, Ra's tries to summon the ghost king to find another way to stay forever immortal (or something like that) . Only to find out that the Ghost King is the same boy he once loathed for not being good enough. Like just imagine:

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Ra's stared at Danny in shock after he emerged from the summoning circle.

Danny glared at Ra's while still wearing his pajamas. "Hey, asshole" He hissed.

Talia also stared at him in complete shock. "Danya-?!" She tried to say, but was quickly cut off.

Danny, who is now glaring at Talia as if she killed his family interupts her. "Shut up. Shut the fuck up." He tells her eerily. "I told you to stay away from me and my family, and yet here I am! You're both such pieces of shits, you know that?! Before you all hated me and treated me like an abomination, and yet you have the nerve to stand here and ask me for some sort of favor?! And before try to defend yourself, I know for a fact that you didn't just summmon me for fun, you want something, and I'm not going to give it to you."

Ra's face started to twist with annoyence rather than shock before he started to talk, venom laced in his voice. "Danyal, you are being unreasonable. You shall not prevent me from earning what I already deserve simply because you feel petty. You were once a disgrace to the Al Ghul bloodline, but now-"

Danny yet again interupts him, but now he looked downright pissed "Didn't I just tell you to; Shut. The. Fuck. Up!"

Th other members of the league watched in horror as the temperature in the room drastically went down, and a bone chilling wail escaped Danny's mouth. Danny took a deap breath to try to calm himself before he straightened his posture, and stared blankly at the people he used to call his family.

"I am done with you all constantly discriminating me for simply being human. I am done with looking up to you as if you were some sort of God. I am done with trying to prove myself to you both despite the fact that I will never be good enough for you. Most of all, I am done with the both of you. I was a child, I didn't deserve being treated like that." Danny spoke with a blank tone that got more and more vulnerable the longer he talked.

Talia tried to ignore the burning guilt in her gut as she listened to the boy who once adored her. She was once his inspiration, why could she only see that now? She looked at his empty face, and mentally compared it to the face of the boy who once looked at her with constellations in his eyes and a smile full of admiration.

Danny sighed.

"I am done. Don't ever contact me again." And with that Danny transformed into his ghost form, and left. Talia continued to stare at his retreating for even as Ra's voice registered in her brain. She simply just stared, and wondered why she never returned his love back when she had it.

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But I don't know, that's just some random crack idea. However, if anyone has any fic recs for either the original post or this one, please comment them!

Danny and Damian are related, with a twist.

Danny is the son of Talia Al Ghul, however he is NOT the son of Bruce Wayne. Ra’s has had his eyes on various people across the world that have either impressed him or show a unique skill set that he’d like to have. One such person was under the both categories and he got Talia to collect a DNA sample and as a result Danny was born.

This was before Bruce’s time with the League by a few years, but very quickly Danny was not meeting expectations. And by the time Bruce did show up Ra’s had lost all interest in Danny, moving on to better things.

Talia always hated Danny because she was forced to have him with a man who she never liked in the first place. Furthermore, because his skillset was lacking she found that even more reason for her distain. In her eyes, he wasn’t worth even considering her blood.

Danny, knowing that he was doomed if he didn’t make an escape, left the league sometime around when Bruce was moving up the ranks and was making waves within the organization. Perfect timing honestly, any attention he might have had was quickly gone when this prodigy showed up.

Danny escaped the League and went into hiding quickly after, settling on a rural area of the United States after bouncing around countries for a few months. This was mainly because Jasmine Fenton saw a young boy pick pocketing strangers while her family was visiting Chicago and scolded him. Her mother and father saw the boy and also lectured him to which Danny responded it was his only option (he was trying to get this loud family off his back so he could sneak away). Eventually the Fentons decide that if he has nowhere to go he might as well go with us, and Danny decides blending in with a Nuclear Family is the best way to ensure that his peaceful life away from the League stays that way. Oh how little did he know.

Flash forward a few years, Talia, who was visiting Gotham to check on Damian, sees a glimpse of a boy (now man) she thought she had forgotten. Her blood runs cold, if this abomination is in Gotham then her son is likely in danger and she would never let anything happen to Damian.

[class1akids]

I know salty stans always claim that the author has a personal grudge against their favorite character, but do you think that's genuinely the case with Dabi? Because at this point its clearly apparent that Horikoshi is Endeavor's #1 glazer and everyone know how much Endeavor's glazers hate Dabi, which is the only explanation I could come up as to why Horikoshi is paying dust to one of the series most prominent and popular characters.

Like other characters were also done dirty don't get me wrong, but he at least handled those characters with some type of dignity and it never felt like he went out of his way to purposely exclude them or minimize their panels-time/impact for no good reason.

I mean comparing Dabi to Toga will leave you in despair, because Toga is clearly one of Hori's biggest favorites (to the point of some creepy attachment to her). This is evidenced by the sheer number of Toga twitter sketches, how the last art exhibition had 2 different Toga art when many characters got nothing. I would also posit that the excessive focus on Uraraka in 431 was less about Ochako and more of Hori wanting to force Toga into the ending.

But also I feel like the attention to Toga is a very "male-gaze" kind of attention, but the exploration of her background is pretty repetitive and how much she's drawn is not really in proportion to the actual impact on the narrative or even exploration of themes.

Unlike Touya - whose backstory is more nuanced with his family acting like actual people making bad decisions and he himself makes some bad decisions - Toga is just a victim of cartoonish paper villain parents who don't matter, having an obsession with blood which than gets retconned into not a real need, etc.

So I don't know if Hori hates Touya or he just doesn't really care about him and wanted to use him for aura. I think it's clear that Hori abandoned the idea of exploring Shouto's and Endeavor's relationship in Act 3 and bring it to forgiveness, probably due to a lot of fan backlash and also just the sheer amount of damage Enji did to Shouto and the lack of any real way to undo any of it.

So he focused instead on Dabi and Endeavor, making "Dabi" unhinged, unlikeable and cruel and then have Endeavor atone for "Dabi's sins" instead of his own crimes against the family, while using "Touya" "to show that "it was all very complex, Endeavor was bad, but also tried, but not hard enough, but it wasn't his fault alone anyway".

I think Touya could have died on the battlefield after a short reconciliation with the family, but he needed to stay alive to give Endeavor his atonement time. I also feel that Hori didn't know where to land the Todoroki family in 426, so he gave them a real wishy-washy ending where nothing really got resolved and then he didn't want to touch it anymore.

I truly feel that this part of the story stressed him out a lot. He was always sick during Todofam chapters, there were short chapters, lot of revision. I think he just wanted a spicy setting and draw funny scenes like Shouto and Natsuo slurping soba at Endeavor, but without realizing and properly planning, he grabbed more than he could really chew. Fans were invested, many people had personal stories that resonated with all of this and it became a very complex and sensitive subject that Hori had no appetite to properly handle or take a stance on.

There may be also some annoyance by Hori that Dabi is the highest ranked villain in the end and despite his best efforts, Toga never reached the same popularity she had during MVA which may cause some malice.

But I think most of it is just simply him not having the writing chops to handle a story like the Todoroki family with gravitas and once 426 was well received (at least in Japan, though still controversial), he didn't want to pick it back up again.

[inks-writing-space]

The Way You Look Tonight- Klaus Mikaelson x f!reader

My Masterlist <3

3.7k: You decided to tease your boyfriend Klaus on a ball and you pay dearly in a delicious way.

Warnings: smut (obvy), light dom/sub dynamics, vibrators, slight exhibition kink, heavy degradation, but cute (short) aftercare, rough sex, blood drinking, oral sex f!recieving, that's it I think

A/N: I wrote this while I was drunk. It is proof read but a little melodramatic. (And it was hard choosing a title so don't judge please) Also I realized this is only my 2nd Klaus OS on here like helloo?? That's a crime. I need to write more about the man who probably personified the words sugar daddy. By the way there is an Elijah x Gia cameo in here because I watched Originals Season 2 and I can't forget them, they were so adorable. (So was he with Hayley of course) Also I don't think I am running low on ideas, but if you have any requests please don't hesitate to send them!

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The Ball room glittered with decadent elegance while Music drifted lazily through the room, each note winding between guests dressed in silk, velvet, and carefully guarded secrets.

But Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t interested in the music. His eyes were on you. You had wanted to go to dances like this more often and it was a good way for Klaus to keep up appearances.

You had arrived fashionably late, knowing very well he'd be watching the door the entire time. You had gotten ready with Gia who was here with Elijah and you two had taken your time. While Gia had chosen a beautiful yellow dress you had gone for a darker one. Black silk, backless, hugging your curves like sin itself. High slit. No bra. Just confidence and the sharp thrill of Klaus' gaze tracking you like prey.

You approached Klaus and took the champagne Elijah gave you and Gia. "Hello," you said pressing a quick kiss to Klaus' cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close his face still hard.

"You two definitely took your time," he said controlled and you threw Gia a glance who rolled her eyes. "Haste makes waste," she said and Elijah chuckled before leading her to the dance floor.

"Are you angry Nik?," you asked Klaus and he didn't respond for a while, while sipping on his drink. "Of course not love," he finally said his lips curving up into a small smile, "Just glad that you are here. You look amazing."

Klaus was here to have a nice, relaxing evening but you had other plans for both of you. You two had been a little estranged the past few weeks due to the fact that you were just about to finish college and barely had time. All the effort had come from him for a too long time, and you wanted to change that. But for that you had to rile him up a little.

As always Klaus was a business man and here for that as well. And for once you weren't annoyed by it, but every time he turned to someone else you danced with strangers, enjoying their attention for a minute, before moving on to the next one. You leaned in too close during conversations, tilted your head when you laughed, made sure Klaus saw the way one man's hand almost brushed too low on your back. But Klaus didn't move, he only watched and enjoyed your every move. You made eye contact with him one time and he just raised his eyebrows tilting his head questioning

Finally an hour later, you approached him with a glas of Aperol spritz in your hand. “Not even a hello?” you purred, your voice soft enough for only him to hear.

“I’m being polite,” Klaus said, his voice low and dark. “You don’t want me to be otherwise.”

You tilted your head innocently, taking a slow sip of champagne before leaning against him, his hand immediately tightening around your waist. “Is that what this is? Restraint?," you asked a little mockingly

He leaned in, brushing his lips just shy of your ear. “You’re playing with a very dangerous man, sweetheart.”

“And you’re letting me,” you whispered back, brushing past him with a slow glide of your fingers down his chest before ordering another drink. It took you a lot of courage to tease Klaus and he knew that just as much as you. He wore his control like a mask, but you wanted to see it fall.

So you pushed.

Another dance. Another brush of fingers, this time behind his back as you walked by, letting your nails trail down his spine. You didn’t turn around, but you felt the moment he stopped breathing.

Later, you caught his eye across the ballroom and slid one finger down the stem of your glass slowly, deliberately, before bringing it to your lips.

The moment your tongue touched the glass, Klaus was gone from his post.

You turned away before he reached you. Your heart was racing as you felt him behind you. You had been toeing the line the entire evening and now he had seemed to snap. He had let you tease him and now you were going to pay.

He didn’t even say a word as he reached you. He just held his palm up for you, a silent command to take his hand and you knew right now it would be dumb to not listen. That was why set your glass down and took his hand, your heart still racing.

His grip was firm and he gripped you tightly. Not a word was spoken as he guided you through the glittering room, past the festivities, down a quiet corridor lined with ancestral portraits and thick velvet drapes.

The air changed once you left the main hall. "You know this place?," you asked your voice sounding less composed then you had hoped.

Klaus said nothing as he opened a door and ushered you inside. It was a study that looked as if it had been stolen out of the 18th century. Black armchair as well as candles and more. He shut the door behind you with a definitive click of the lock.

You turned to face him, but Klaus was quicker. He was on you in a flash, backing you against the desk, his hand curling around your throat reminding you to not make a dumb comment.

"You think you're clever?" he growled, his accent thickened by restraint, his lips brushing yours. You licked his lower lip, but he ignored it. “Wearing that dress. Parading around like a spoiled little brat. You thought I’d just stand there and let it slide?”

Your eyes fluttered your arousal raising immediately as his grip tightened slightly. “Maybe,” you whispered, voice breathy. “I was just dressing for the occasion.”

He laughed darkly. “Oh, of course you did. This is a ball, you look like a little slut.”

His hand slid from your throat down your body, slow and firm palming your breast through the silk. You whimpered as he rolled your right nipple between his fingers. Then he went lower, his hand wandering over your stomach, to the hem of your dress. He shoved it up with one sharp motion, revealing the lacy red panties you wore. He ran his fingers over them and chuckled as you immediately tried to grind down.

“You’ve been wet all night,” he said, his fingers teasing between your thighs, parting you gently but not giving what you craved. “Dripping for me. While you pretended you were in charge.”

He reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a small, silver toy glinted in the candlelight.Your breath caught, "Do you...do you just carry sex toys with you everywhere you go?," you whispered.

Klaus chuckled, "Let's say I had things planned tonight. But this...this is even better. Now I get to enjoy myself," he paused, "However I don't know how you will feel about this." You shook your head trying to squirm away but Klaus held you back.

“You wanted to be a brat,” Klaus murmured, brushing the tip of the vibe against your folds, “Now you’ll learn what happens to brats.”

Klaus checked for a second if you were showing any signs that you really didn't want this, and as he found none he slid the toy inside with deliberate, slow pressure, placing a magnet on your panties that would made sure it wouldn't fall out. Your body arched and your breath stuttered. But he didn’t let you move, his hand kept pressing firmly against your hip, holding you still against the desk.

“You’re going to wear this for the rest of the night,” he whispered at your ear, showing you the remote in his hand. “And every time you act like a tease, every time you look at me with those eyes, I’ll remind you why you shouldn't act out.”

He clicked the button and low vibration sat in immediately. It was barely a hum but it was enough. Enough to make your thighs tremble.

You gasped, gripping the desk behind you, your body already aching trying to coax Klaus to touch you, but he stepped back, fixed his jacket, and looked at you with devilish calm.

“You wanted to play, sweetheart?” he purred, opening the door for you, “Now the real fun begins.”

Every step back into the ballroom was a balancing act, your heels clicking against marble, while you made your way back to the dance floor while that fucking toy was buzzing inside you. Gia and Elijah had already left and you were glad. They were both vampires and would have been very able to hear the toy.

At the moment it was set to the lowest setting, which was madening. It was just enough to make your muscles tense and your legs shake. It was just enough to keep you constantly wanting. Just enough to remind you of Klaus who was behind you, his hand softly on your lower back.

He walked beside you like nothing was out of place, and you knew when he was this composed he was enjoying himself the most. Nevertheless was the remote in his jacket pocket, and his hand brushed it with maddening ease.

"Smile, love,” he murmured as you passed a couple. “Don't want anyone suspecting how soaked you are.”

You bit down on your lip, forcing a smile. Forced elegance, you could do that.

He leaned in as you reached the bar, his lips brushing your ear. "You're trembling."

You exhaled slowly. “Maybe I’m just cold.” He chuckled darkly. “No, you’re desperate. And I haven’t even started.”

He slid his hand behind your back, fingers brushing low before dipping into the small of your back. His other hand? Casually flicked the remote. The vibrations jumped to medium. Your knees buckled but you had to steady because Klaus wanted to dance. He turned you on the parquet to a waltz while the setting remained the same.

After the dance you hurried off the dance floor and gripped the bar to steady yourself, pretending to reach for the drink the bartender gave you. But your breathing betrayed you, it was just a little to shallow while your pupils were dilated.

Klaus stepped behind you, pressing his chest to your back. To anyone else it looked as if he was just hugging you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Imagine if they knew," he whispered. "What you're hiding under this dress. That I’ve kept you just on the edge while you play the polite little guest. You look so adorable."

The toy pulsed inside you, a lot harder this time and your stomach clenched. You had to bite back a moan but Klaus had noticed it and chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nodded, barely able to think past your own pleasure. “Please…”

He smirked and turned it off.

Your breath hitched at the sudden absence of vibrations. Klaus walked around to face you, completely unbothered, fixing the cuff of his sleeve as if nothing had happened. “That’s not how you beg,” he said. “Not nearly good enough.”

You glared at him, lips parted, flushed, desperate. “Klaus-," you started as he sat down at the bar. It was not only the toy inside you, but also the fact that he looked ravishing. If he would have told you to take off your dress right here for him, you would have done it.

Suddenly another flick. It was back on.

Your whole body jolted at the unexpected sensation, while your hands gripped the side of the bar, your knuckles turning white. Klaus kept the pressure just enough to make your thighs shake. To make your core tighten. To make you feel the orgasm right there, hanging by a thread.

He whispered against your neck, one hand grazing down your side.

“You won't come yet. I want you desperate when we get home. Messy. Ruined. I want you begging for it."

You whimpered again. “I already am. Please, Klaus, please, just one. ”

He turned it up again, just a bit and for a second you thought that maybe he'd let you come. Your head fell against his chest and you had to bite back a lot of moans. He gripped your chin, tilting your face back up to him.

“Eyes on me,” Klaus growled. “I want to watch them flutter when I deny you again.”

You could have come just from him voice, but as you looked up you saw the dark amusement in his eyes and just before you tipped over the edge, again he clicked.

Off.

Tears stung your eyes as Klaus kissed your cheek and you had to hold onto him. You looked around. No one was paying attention and if they would have it looked as if you two were just hugging.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now be patient.”

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As you finally left you were struggling to conceal the shaking. It was hard but you had managed the entire night. Until the doors closed and Klaus opened the passenger door to his car. He helped you in and you immediately thanked him in your mind for the tinted windows.

Nevertheless there was nothing gentle about the way he leaned down to whisper, “Keep your legs closed unless I say otherwise,” and closed the door.

You didn’t speak when he got in. Neither did he and so you were only shaking trying to follow his command and keep your legs closed.

The car was silent except for your breathing and the obscene little whirr of the vibrator inside you, ramping up again. You had no idea how Klaus was able to focus on the street and on the remote control in his pocket. But the thought was slapped out of your mind as he turned it on again. You gasped, your back arched and your hips lifted instinctively from the leather seat.

Klaus didn’t even look at you.

One of his hands was on the wheel, the other resting lazily on his thigh, while he drove like nothing was wrong.

"Pathetic," he muttered, glancing at you with that cruel little smirk. “You can’t even sit still for a ten minute drive without acting like a fucking mess.”

Your head rolled back against the seat, one hand gripping your thigh, the other clawing uselessly on the door.

“Please, Klaus-" Your voice was a sob, a cry for mercy “I can’t… I need to come, I-fuck please.”

He clicked his tongue. “Already begging? You didn't even make it a full minute in the car”

The toy pulsed harder. You cried out. It was an actual, shameless scream that echoed in the car. And still, he didn’t turn it off.

He just looked at you.

“Do you even hear yourself?” Klaus asked, voice low and cold. “Whimpering like a slut. Grinding your cunt into my seat like some desperate little thing. What would they all say if they saw you like this?”

You gasped, clenching your thighs, trying to hold on, but your body was on fire. You didn't even care about his insult you were just trying to get to the peak of your pleasure.

“Klaus, please!” Your voice cracked. “It hurts me, please, let me-”

“Oh no, love,” he interrupted smoothly. “You don’t get to come. Not until you’ve earned it.”

You whimpered again, louder this time, your legs shaking, face burning, thighs slick and soaked through.

His hand finally moved from the wheel to your knee. You weren't sure if you were happy or even more frustrated because of that.

His hand slid up your thigh, pulling your legs apart despite your body’s instinct to clamp down. You opened them finally for him.

“Look at that,” he murmured, “You were so smug an hour ago. Thought it was a good idea to tease me. And now?”

He pushed your dress up, just enough to expose your trembling inner thighs.

“You’re just a wet, shaking, needy little mess, who wants to be fucked so badly”

He pressed a single finger to the bulge of the toy inside you, just enough pressure to make you cry out again. And still he showed no mercy whatsoever

“You’ll come,” he said, his voice almost kind, “When we get home.”

You sobbed again, feeling humiliated and turned on but Klaus just chuckled as the car rolled through the dark streets, the city blurring past.

Every red light was another minute of torture. Every flicker of the remote was another denial.

And when the house finally came into view, you looked at him with glassy eyes. He just smiled, "Come on don't give up now."

The moment the front door slammed shut behind you, Klaus grabbed you by the throat and pinned you to the wall, lifting your dress with the tips of his fingers.

His hand wrapped tight around your neck, your breath catching instantly. You could see how hard he was and it made you swallow. A few hours ago you had been all sure and teasing but now you knew he was not going to be gentle.

“You wanted this,” he growled, eyes burning gold, voice ragged, "All night you begged for it. Now take it.”

You looked into Klaus' eyes and you saw the danger in them, but you also saw the love you could always see. No matter what happened the moment he looked at you was also the moment you realized how much he loved you. He didn't move for a second and you noticed that he was waiting for you permission. "Yes, I will," you whispered and Klaus smiled.

He kissed you hard, his tongue immediately pushing past your lips, his hand that had just teased the edge of your dress wrapping around your waist. You moaned into the kiss, and jumped up to wrap your legs around his hips. He immediately squeezed your thighs.

As he set you down his hand dropped to your thigh, hiked your dress up, and pulled your undergarments off. He kneeled down and jerked the vibrator out, putting it back into a small little box. Then he slowly dragged his tongue over your folds making you shiver and whimper beneath him.

“You don’t come until I say,” Klaus hissed, his thumb pressing onto your clit “Do you understand?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes, Klaus, please!;" you begged but he didn't even give you time to finish your plea. He continued to eat you out, sucking onto your clit while his fingers pushed inside you. As you were close he stopped again and threw you onto the couch. His appearance was disheveled and he practically ripped his clothes apart while getting undressed.

He was on top of you again and yanked your dress up over your hips. He didn't give you time and just slammed into you with a single brutal thrust. Your scream of relief echoed off the walls.

Finally. Finally. Fucking finally.

Klaus wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He was normally the type who enjoyed a long foreplay but not tonight. No, he was done with the teasing. You moaned your hips bucking up. You moaned his name as you held onto his shoulders while he whispered praise into your ear. A sharp contrast to his earlier words in the car.

Your orgasm built like a wave it came fast and brutal. He felt your body clenching around him and that was his sign to slow. Just a beat, enough for him to whisper, "Don't come yet." You screamed in complete frustration tears running down your cheeks, your body shaking beneath him.

He reached down, thumb brushing over your clit with wicked precision. “You want to come?” he whispered. “Beg like a good fucking girl.”

You were crying wanting nothing more than to come. “Please, Klaus, please, let me- I need to, I can’t, I need it!”

Klaus' sped up again, kissing you before whispering into your ear, “Then come.”

He gave one final, punishing thrust and you shattered beneath him. You screamed and cried as your whole body spasmed, stars bursting behind your eyes, wave after wave tearing through you. Klaus didn’t stop, he continued to fuck you through it mercilessly. He didn’t slow until you collapsed beneath him, twitching and boneless, gasping for breath.

He came with a guttural moan, buried deep inside you, his grip bruising on your hips, his teeth at your neck. He drank deeply from you and it somehow added to te pure post-orgasm bliss.

Your body trembled, spent and broken and satisfied.

Klaus stayed on top of you for a moment, breathing hard, forehead against yours. “Next time you act like a brat,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against your cheek, “I’ll spank you and make you beg for days.”

You smiled weakly, eyes fluttering shut, "Can't wait," you whispered. Klaus noticed your exhaustion and sat up slowly kissing your face, "Love, are you good?," he whispered and you nodded. "Yes, but you owe me the best aftercare in the history of aftercares. And like one million cuddles," you whispered. Klaus chuckled and picked you up and carried you to bed. "I'm sorry I have been absentmindedly the past weeks," you mumbled but Klaus shook his head as he gave you one of his shirts. "Don't worry. Your exams are important," he said and you pressed yourself against him. "I love you, Klaus," you whispered and he smiled at you. "I love you too."

[catboymoments]

Okay I was originally just gonna reblog the "its good to write about it so people know they're not alone" post but I have too many thoughts so anon it is

Not only is it good to qrite about ao victims can find the solidarity and community that they desperately need in that situation, but also so other people who may not know that they're victims can see that what's happening is bad and realize that they themselves are victims.

I'm gonna go too much into it ofc but I was also abused as a VERY young child, young enough that the abuse predates my first conscious memories. And bc of that, I thought it was normal. I thought it was how everyone lived bc I didn't have any other frame of reference, the abuse is all that I'd known.

It wasn't until I watched Tangled for the 37 millionth time dod I realize that Mother Gothel uses the exact same tactics as my own abuser. I know it's not the same as Incest CSA but I would rather keep this anecdote to general abuse for my own sanity.

There are people out there just like me who had no idea they were being taken advantage of because they didn't know anything else and will only put the pieces together when they see someone else point out how their situation isn't normal at all and is, in fact, abuse.

It's like that story of the girl who didn't get sex ed, found a library book about SA and realized that's what was happening to her. Ahe didn't know before then bc she wasn't told, likely because her abuser wanted her to think it was normal and that nothing was wrong.

Sprry that this is so long but it's extremely important to me. Anyway! Seeing you be such a strong voice for victims like me is so. Needed in this world. Thank you, Fran. Truly 🩷

this!!! This exactly!!!!! Thank you so much for the kind words waaah

[elliezato]

ᢉ𐭩⋆♱ Repentance and Desire ♱⋆ᢉ𐭩

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Reader

-Modern au

Summary: You grew up in a very conservative household and when you found your love for women your parents send you away to a conversion camp. You soon find out you're roomed with a girl who was just your type. Stupid for paring two lesbians alone in a cabin all summer.

You knew who you loved and this place couldn't pray the gay out of you no matter how hard they tried.

Ellie was perfect. Late night smokes, hiding from the counselor by the lake. Holding her close under the sheets. You knew you were having too good of a time at a place where your'e supposed to be repenting. It was bound to end soon.

Word Count: 1,645

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a/n: I've been gone for a year now but I had this idea and needed to get it out. maybe i'm back from my hiatus for good? Also, sorry for not completing Summer With You but tbh I didn't know where I was going with it. If you still want another chapter let me know.

Anyway, this fic will have the same vibes and will be much better. I love this story so much and I am open to feedback and I want to hear what you guys would want in the story!

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You pack your things for conversion camp. Why can't your parents accept the fact you like girls. It's not something new to them considering you room is covered in posters of Billie Eilish, sapphic movie posters and letters from your past relationships. I guess they've learned this isn't a "phase" and needs to be "fixed"

Shoving your clothes into a suitcase, you realize it's not enough space for a whole summer. Your closet is packed with clothes and shoes. How is it all going to fit?

Eventually you pack one suitcase and 3 duffle bags into the car. Who cares if you're "over packing". It's better to have too many outfits than not enough I guess. You get in the car and wait for your dad

He gets in and smiles "This is going to be good for you. Don't think we hate you because we're making you go to this camp. I promise you'll be happier after."

You sigh and look out the window as the car drives down the driveway. It's a long drive. 3 hours to the mountain and an hour up the mountain to the campsite. Small talk of how this summer will be good and blah blah blah fills the silence during the drive.

Not soon enough, you pull into the site. Your dad helps unload your bags and a counselor comes up to greet you.

"Hi! Welcome to Camp Renew!" She takes some of your bags and starts to talk about the significance of the camp but you tune her out.

Your dad looks at you and comes in for a hug. "Your mom and I will miss you very much but we know this Is for the best. Have fun, I love you!"

He drives away and you follow the counselor with your bags as she's leads you to your cabin. The camp is very pretty, you can admit. The sun reflecting off the lake in the distance is somewhat peaceful.

The cabins are very small. She stops as cabin #9 and drops your bag. A girl is slouched on the railing holding a cigarette between her fingers. Her hair in just above her shoulders and tied into to a half up hair-do.

"Ellie! what did we talk about the cigarettes! Put it out now." She turns back to you. "That's your roommate for the summer. You two will be sharing the cabin and will be partners for all the activities coming up." She sets your bags down. "I will be in the dining hall helping the incoming guests if you have any questions."

You walk up the stairs and meet your new roommate. The closer you get you notice the freckles on her nose and the tattoo on her arm. Why would they room you with her? She's everything you look for in girls. How were you supposed to convert from being gay when she's your roommate?

"Hi, I'm y/n" You give her a soft smile.

She doesn't smile back but nods and she takes out another cigarette from her pocket. Her face glows as she lights it. She takes a hit as she introduces herself. "Ellie." The smoke blows bast your face as you look into her pocket.

"Do you have any more?"

"You smoke?" She asks with a shocked expression.

"She hands you a cig without an answer. You take it and put it in-between your lips. Ellie leans in closer and lights it for you while you hold your hand against hers to prevent the flame from going out. You make eye contact before the takes a small step back.

"So, why are you here? Do you have a smoking problem? Drinking? Or are you just gay?" She asks while putting her lighter back in her pocket.

You look at her confused. "What do you mean? I thought this place was just a gay conversion camp."

She laughs, "No, this place is for everyone who "needs help". But I guess that answers my question." She leans against the railing and she takes another hit. "Do you want to be helped or were you just sent here by your family?"

"I don't want to be helped... My parents made me come here because they believe I need to be saved from my sins and become who God made me to be or whatever." You roll your eyes and look at Ellie. "Although, considering this place is to convert me, I don't know why they paired two lesbians together."

"Hey, what makes you assume I'm gay?" Ellie grins as she pretends to look offended.

"Uhh idk, maybe the button up and jorts with the carabiner." You say sarcastically.

She nods her head and laughs "Mm, I see. Anyway, I guess they think putting me with some fem looking girl who comes from a religious family will help me." She looks at you with a straight face.

"Well putting me with an attractive lesbian isn't going to help me so." You put out your cigarette but you feel her eyes on you.

"You think I'm attractive?" She grins and playfully smiles at you.

You give her a stare before looking her up and down. "I mean yeah, you are attractive, doesn't mean I'm attracted to you." Starting to pick up your bags and bring them into the cabin, you glance behind you at Ellie, still slouched on the wood railing. "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I'm in love with every girl I encounter."

She stands up straight and begins to follow you in. "Yeah, heard. I've said that sentence many times before." She smiles and grabs your other bags while walking into the cabin.

The cabin isn't as bad as it looks on the outside. There are two beds on either side and lots of windows. Ellie's side is covered in posters and personality while yours is still very empty. There isn't much room to work with but It's doable considering you'll only be here for 2 months.

"Shit-" You look around and realize you didn't bring any posters or things to fill your space with.

Ellie looks at you confused. "What?"

"I only brought clothes and the necessities. I didn't even think to bring things to decorate. I didn't know that was allowed." You rummage through your bags trying to find something to put up.

"It's okay, most people don't bring anything for decor. I've been here a few times though, so I've learned it's better if I make this space more comfortable." She walks towards her side of the cabin and sits on the bed.

"You've been here before? Why have you kept coming back" You look at her a little bit in fear that you'll have to be back too.

"Well, my family doesn't believe that I'm "cured". I fake it for a few months here, they fall for it, then send me home. But once I'm home I don't really change." Ellie looks at you with a smile but you can tell something is bothering her. "My parents made me drop out of college until I successfully converted because they found out that I was hooking up with girls at parties and living a college life..."

You frown hearing that information and start to walk over to her. "Im sorry. My parents are kinda doing the same. I start college this year and they're making me spend the summer at this camp to ensure I won't be like that at school." You sit down on the bed next to her. "If I come back the same they won't let me go."

"Damn." She turns to you and looks down

"How old are you anyway" You ask about of pure curiosity.

She looks almost shocked at the question thinking it was obvious you were around the same age. "I just turned 20."

You figured. "I'm turning 19 in August."

Ellie looks at you like she feels bad. "So you'll be here for your birthday?"

Everything stops for a moment. You didn't even think about that. The camp ends 5 days after your birthday. All the plans you made in your head for your 19th is ruined. You had talked to your friends about renting a place at the beach for a weekend but I guess that's over.

You look down "Yeah, I guess so..."

Ellie sits there for a moment letting you catch your thoughts. "It's okay. Honestly if you're good at acting straight here it's not so bad. We can figure something out" She gives you a reassuring smile.

"We can deal with that when the times comes" You get up and starting walking to your side of the cabin. "Is there any good food here. I'm actually starving"

"Yeah, they have a cook out tonight for everyone arriving. We can start making our way over if you want?" Ellie lays down on her bed staring at the ceiling.

After spending some time getting ready. You leave the cabin to see what this camp is all about. The sun is starting to set and string lights are lighting up the site. The smell of food fills the air as the two of you get closer to the cook out. Ellie walks closely next to you bringing a sense of comfort to the foreign area. Maybe with Ellie here, the summer won't be as dreadful as you had thought.

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a/n: This was a very short chapter just to see were I want this story to go. I'm super excited about writing this I hope it will be enjoyable to read! Like I said, pleaseee give feedback. I would love to see what you guys want to read and how you want this fic to go. I have lots of ideas but I love taking suggestions! I will update with another chapter very soon!<3

[roomwithanopenfire]

Stats Sunday

(no banner today bc my laptop sometimes does this weird thing where it won't let me upload files and i don't feel like restarting it rn)

Hi! Thanks to @brilla-brilla-estrellita for the tag!

April has been a weird month for writing, but sharing my graphs and stuff is always fun for me (and hopefully you) even though I didn't work on like ANY of my preexisiting wips last month. As always, this post is long, expect stats, graphs, and musings under the cut. (No snippets today tho)

I posted zero fics in April which is understandable given that I have been SO busy lately with school and stuff.

Total words written for April: 22725 (this is the most words i've written in any month this year so far....)

Days I met my writing goal (200 words): 11

Days I didn't write or edit anything: 18 (this month has def been the worst month in terms of consistency bahaha)

Day I wrote the most: Apr 18th with 5957 words (this is the highest daily word count of the year, very abnormal for me, i went insane for a couple of days)

Number of Fics worked on: 1 fic plus one scrapped idea (LITERALLY ONLY 1 FIC AND IT'S NOT ANY OF MY WIPS)

Daily Average: 757 words (but this is a lie, most days i wrote 0 words lol. check out my graph)

I feel like this does not showcase enough how insane i felt on the 18th. Check out this quick graph i made of my daily WC for the whole year...

the spike is insaneee. Let's see my not-very-exciting pie graph i've created and see what i've been working on

No familar wips here. not either of the COBBs that I should be finishing (last years and this years 😭), or the COSW fic that I promise i'll finish eventually, but just 1000 words of a scrapped project and like 20k+ worth of a shiny new idea. The document is titled GET OUT OF MY HEAD because I was just going to write the scenes that were stuck in my head, but, like, it's still in my head and is getting more and more complex and complicated, but i haven't been writing it as much the past few days and i miss the writing demon that was inside of me, come back. channel more words through me please. let me write 6k in a day again, i miss you.

And this fic is not even for a fandom i've written for before, this is uncharted territory. i'm sure that just by glancing at my blog you can guess which new fandom this is for loll. we'll see how far i get on this wip. i've been writing scenes out of order as they come to me, but now i'm losing some steam so i have to decide if i actually want to put the work into making this something. And I think I do. Despite orginally writting it to get it out of my head, it is still very much in there. Taking up space.

And some life update news, the month of April has been pretty good to me. I got a year older, finally figured out my summer job, and i am getting an A in all my classes (at least, most likely. I still have one final left that I could bomb, but it's open-note so i'm not too worried). I have one week left at school, and then I'm home for the summer. (Which I have a whole ton of mixed feelings about. I love being home, but I also feel so much more me when I'm at school. But I'm excited to be making money again omggg.) also just yesterday the girl i have a crush on asked me out so eeeeee. very exciting

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@cccloudsss @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @drowninginships @facewithoutheart

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[faeireinthehumanworld]

My Thoughts on Revenge of the Sith

why did I think this was a good idea

But in all seriousness, I finished the movie, here are my thoughts:

If I had any editing capacity I would make a video titled "Elevator Wars" about Anakin and Obi Wan's trouble with elevators.

R2D2 does not get enough credit for anything ever.

I loved all their little quips and I wish they'd kept more of them in the movie.

Much like General Grevious, the duel with Count Dooku was shorter than I expected. I was a little disappointed by this.

Dooku deserved better.

The amount of times I told Palpatine to shut the fuck up is unreal.

Made it until Anakin and Padmé's reunion before I teared up.

Obi Wan is adorable no matter what he's doing.

The first third of this felt like an episode of the Clone Wars.

I really wish Ahsoka was in this.

Not saying I would murder children about it but if I was thrust into the middle of these spy-counterspy shenanigans I would also be on the news.

Anakin needs a slap upside the head, a hug, a nap and therapy. Dear god, please someone let this man sleep.

Padmé is slaying with her outfits, as usual.

Kashyyk (no idea if I spelled that right) is seriously the coolest planet we've seen yet. I really wish we got more time there to explore.

Luminara sighting!

The Wookies are awesome. I'd watch an entire three-season series about them.

Spent the entire middle third of the movie alternately going, "Anakin. Anakin, no. No, don't, no-- goddamitt" and "Throw him out the window. Just throw him out the window, it's right there. Stab him in the head." (about Palpatine)

Anakin was three inches from stabbing him and he just had to open his mouth.

The entire fight with General Grevious was wild. The only reason it took so long was because Grevious is a coward and can't use one lightsaber like a normal person.

Side note: Love Obi Wan's lizard friend.

I wish there was more about the clones in this movie, there's no explanation whatsoever. They deserved better.

I can't help but love the Jedi Temple March, even though it's the backing track for atrocities.

Was basically yelling at Mace and Kit to get out of there the entire time.

It was Master Plo's death that finally got me to cry. I was misting up before, but that triggered the tears.

Oh, seeing Aayla was harder than I thought it would be.

I didn't realize until I actually watched it that all the younglings ran to the Council chamber. They were looking for the council members to protect them. I'm going to start crying again just typing this.

One of the saddest things I've ever heard came up again while watching this. The reason that R2D2 never stays put when Luke tells him to in the OT is because on Mustafar, Anakin told him to stay with the ship. And Anakin never came back.

The one action of Darth Vader's I agree with is killing Nute Gunray. That man is infuriating.

I spent a surprising amount of this movie worried for Master Yoda. Like yes, I know he lives, but he's so small, and old, and I wish I could help.

The duel between him and Palpatine was actually wild.

The fact that Duel of the Fates was playing in the background the entire time was just... not okay.

The fight between Obi Wan and Anakin lived up to expectations. I appreciate that there weren't as many cuts as there could have been. On a technical level it's very impressive.

On an emotional level I think I just felt the death of my soul.

The last third or so is kind of a blur. I just remember emotional trauma and alternating between tears and a kind of aching numbness.

Why was it the japor snippet that killed me

I wish they'd gone with the idea that Padmé started the Rebellion. I am glad she got to name the twins before she died.

Didn't expect to care about Bail as much as I suddenly do.

The fact that they ended on that Tattooine sunset somehow hurt worse.

A random thought I had: The cinematography in this movie is absolutely insane. Pretty much every shot is beyond gorgeous.

Final verdict: It was about as bad as I thought it would be. That is, it was horrible, and I cried, but it wasn't too much worse than the other recountings of the story I've watched. Maybe it was because I watched it during the day, but I'll be fine, I think. If nothing else, it's given me far more motivation to finish my fix-it fic.

[effietrinket1619]

Some headcanons for you…

Jess, Simon, Kyle, and Keli have all been carried to bed by Hal at least once. Keli more than once. Guy, John, and Jo can figure out who Hal carried to bed the night before based on how much he complains about his back hurting.

The movie that gets watched the most by the group is Treasure Planet.

There’s a video on Jess’ TikTok where they’re having an actual water gun fight. Half the comments are about a moment where Guy gets ambushed by everybody, and the other half is people thirsting after Hal and a few people saying that Kyle has a sleeper build

Kyle once managed to cut his face badly. No one else actually knows how it happened, and even he doesn’t actually know at what point it happened. He’d been home alone and the others all got home to find him sitting at the dining room table eating leftovers and practically covered in blood. This was the day that they all learned that Kyle has an unusually high pain tolerance.

THRILLED people are giving me material for my own au because i run out of ideas so fast

YES hal carries these people to bed. guy and john literally tell him that he doesn't have to as he hoists jess up for the umpteenth time that month and complains about it, but hal literally ignores them flat out or throws a pillow at them before trotting off to do his duty. he cannot be stopped. also it's so dear to me that keli gets that childhood experience of falling asleep on the couch and waking up in your own bed. jo is a little concerned for the old man's back. hal is mad about it (she's right to be worried)

i've never watched treasure planet but after skimming the summary fuck yeah i agree. i think lilo and stitch would also be a favourite based purely on vibes. guy did have to do a purge of their dvd collection because certain movies are just not kid friendly enough.

also lantern movie nights? kinda chaotic when jess and kyle can wrangle the lot of them that night. given their shitty sleep schedules and the unending whims of the guardians, it's so difficult. but they go all out with snacks and fighting over the movie selection and everyone takes turns throwing popcorn at the others (guy and kyle are the usual targets but at least guy can catch the popcorn in his mouth). the movie is torn to shreds if it's an action flick because if there are planes or cars of any kind, simon and hal are fucking on it immediately. 'that's not how it works--' 'SHUT THE FUCK UP JORDAN'

the water fight video? jess thought it'd be a fun and innocent video where they all gang up on guy and laugh about it afterwards. instead, now she's dealing with the thirst comments. after all of them (because when you live with people long enough, everything other people see as new and interesting becomes background noise to you and jess could not have predicted the fallout here in a billion years). hal is the obvious highlight and it's the first time anyone sees him even semi shirtless which might as well break the internet but everyone else? kyle's sleeper build is great and all but they're all superheroes and they're all hot. simon, john and guy get their fair share of attention too and jo and jess? yeah she cannot show anyone these comments for fear of inflating certain people's egos and making other people uncomfortable.

the lanterns' pain tolerance i fear is legendary. they've all been tortured enough to not blink at most things and no one can tell if that's a good thing or not. that instance of kyle getting cut isn't even an isolated one. it still scares the shit out of them all because concussions and brain injuries (god forbid anyone else get severely brain damaged in this family) and kyle insists he straight up didn't know he looks like a murder scene come to life until guy dropped his glass upon seeing him.

of course, then there's the fussing and the ribbing and the mild yelling because what do you mean you didn't know you're bleeding out. it doesn't help that head wounds bleed a stupid amount so it looks a lot worse than it probably is. and honestly? kyle mostly likely got it from standing up and slamming face first into the sharp edge of a cabinet door. something ridiculous like that which he brushed off.

anyway, kyle rayner, as it turns out, might be the ongoing cause of hal's new grey hairs. kyle denies any and all blame. hal needs a new box of dye.

[lancer-fan-club-was-taken]

hi it's me the anon.

i'm not getting as much kindness soul posting as i wanted, so i'm posting my half-baked (ha) ideas to get more of yall out of hiding.

please. i needa see everyone's lil green fellas :]

blabbin under the cut. also. tw// child abuse. i was vague about it through out the post but at the end when i was describing their bullets i had to be more specific sorry.

their name is merin. their actual given name is meir. but they prefer merin.

they fall in 207X and spend half a year in the underground, aging from 12 to 13. they're the 5th fallen human not including chara.

while they did enjoy cooking, they weren't very good at it. they would try to make their guardians cookies to appease them. it never worked.

they didn't have many friends, and they dont really make any friends throughout their adventure either. they're a bit of a hermit, and don't really like talking to people, that being said, they're incredibly lonely. they climb mt ebott to be alone. they needed to do some thinking. and... they wernt looking were they were going. they fall. sadly.

they didn't like talking about their home life. they didn't really have one.

toriel takes them in of course, it was nice for them to be wanted by someone for a couple weeks, but... they eventually find it overwhelming and escape.

they don't talk to anyone once they reach snowdin, and nobody bothers them either. except, for one person. a strange man recognizes them as human. he's apparently talked to all the fallen humans before them, and can now detect a human from a mile away.

he tells them right off the bat that they won't be able to leave. the barriers only one way! however, the royal scientist? he's looking to break the barrier. even if he's been a bit... distracted recently, and lucky for merin, the man happens to be friends with the royal scientist. in fact, they live with each other. they're partners if you will.

the man tells them that he's on a business trip alone right now, since the royal scientist hates snow, and tells them that in a week he'll take them to new home to met dr. w. d. gaster. he'll be able to get them home, and with a 'soul like that' he'll be able to break the barrier! he doesn't have malicious intentions at all! regardless, merin goes to new home with him since they don't have anything better to do, and they believe that to be the easiest way to get to the barrier.

the man takes them to meet gaster and he's curious about them on the spot. he's never seen a human soul like that!

so. context. anti-human propaganda is still running rampant. gaster is old, but he's not old enough to remember being on the surface. from asgore's accounts of humans he assumes that the kindness soul trait doesn't manifest in humans. that kindness is a uniquely monster trait.

gaster comes to the conclusion that merin is a 'human with the soul of a monster,' and invites them to live with him and the man, so he can observe them and perform basic experiments. they are extremely hesitant, but they decide that it's better to remain passive as to not anger him. they agree.

also context, soul traits have different rarities here. there's soul traits that are more common then others, and some that are much rarer.

for humans, most common to most rare:

hope(red), kindness, bravery, integrity, patience, justice, perseverance

and the same for monsters:

kindness, integrity, bravery, justice, perseverance, hope(red)

kindness is the most common soul trait in general, but since none of the fallen humans had a kindness soul, monsters made up that humans are incapable of being kind. that it's ok to kill them because of that! anyway. that's where gaster is coming from. no one is immune to propaganda.

they spend a couple months with them, and they grow pretty close. merin even telling them that they should have kids. gaster is unamused. the man considers it.

the man teaches them how to make a quiche. it's the first thing they make that's edible. he tells them that the former queen taught him how to make one and that he's proud of them. i feel like i shouldn't have to explain why eggs are their healing item.

they run away very suddenly to the two of them. not leaving a note of anything. just. leaving. when they find their body, and tell asgore about them, he apologizes serval times over, saying that he'd never kill them if he had known. neither of the believe that.

anyway! why they ran away!

the man essentially lets it slip that he was planning on bringing them to gaster so he could... kill them. saying that it would be easy for him. but, since they're practically a monster, they must want to give up their soul willingly. for the good of their whole race. they'd be remembered for all time as a hero!

needless to say, merin is horrified by this information and decides to take their chances with asgore. it doesn't take long for them to lose hope, since they never had much determination to begin with. they die after a being struck down about a dozen times.

their bullets are fire because they were often burned with a hot metal rod as 'punishment.' their guardians were horrible. they have several burn scars all over their back. asgore's fire magic made them freeze in their tracks. they could barely move. they also despised hotland.

Transcript: mod's answer about their fav confessions just reminded me of sth...

i'm pretty sure no one asked about people's kindness soul ocs.

you know the drill. show us your kindness souls please.

[zoradementio]

Buddy Simulator 1984 inspired Major Arcana cards

(Made for the 4th year anniversary contest. Individual cards under the cut)

[yellowocaballero]

rip to you for the COVID hope you feel better soon! and I hope you have fun playing the Sims! ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ🌻🪻🌸💜

Thank you so much that's very sweet!! I was so pissed off about it. I went FOUR YEARS without getting COVID and I was finally hit by the dodgeball like TEN DAYS before my trip. But I'm up to date on my vaccines and I felt mostly fine. Vaccines lose their efficacy after 6 months, my recent vaccine saved my ass, please check to see when your latest vaccine was.

Unfortunately I continued to be dead (Sims, writing obsessively again, preparing for my trip) and I will continue to be dead (I am going to be in Hawai'i for a week). I need to tweak some things about the chapter so I'm going to wait until I have time to do so before I post it. I try not to be on my computer a lot during my vacations, so it might take a minute.

Since I graduated college, I pretty much have a habit of feeling an insane need to flee once every three or four months, and I call up a friend who lives Wherever and take a trip to hang out with them (internet friends, 80% of the time - love you guys!). But I guess my Big Move six months ago satisfied my need for novelty, because I've only travelled once since then to visit my mother on Thanksgiving. Objectively feels weird to only take one trip in six months, so I'm happy that I'm taking two this month. Hawai'i is going to be extremely good because I have not Seen A Tree In The Wild for six months (it's either city trees or...corn......there's no fulfillment in corn....) and it's probably doing weird things to my psyche.

What the fuck do you do during a ten hour plane flight? Hopefully the Sims? What happens? Insane.

[ourceliumnetwork]

it is not slacking off to write or create it is not slacking off to do things that are fun i am not slacking off or procrastinating right now i'm allowed to do things i enjoy doing for fun including playing games and writing and such

[wild-at-mind]

Saw a post yesterday that I got the meaning of but thought the execution was a little misguided. Basically it was saying that you shouldn't shame people for not proving with posts that they are doing all kinds of activism around the war in I/P. But it said you shouldn't do this because maybe they are doing super secret potentiall illegal activism and it's not safe to post about. When in fact I would argue much more generally- stop writing things that attempt to shame people for not 'doing enough' activism-wise AT ALL.

I really don't get this because I've been involved in environmental activism groups for the past 4 years and the most common thing people criticise environmental activist causes for is focusing too much on individual change. (Whether this if fair or not is debatable- sometimes yes, sometimes it's definitely in bad faith, sometimes people are projecting massively, and also often they are talking about some manner of corporate activism or token 'good faith' gesture from big companies that doesn't do much and that environmental activists are alsp criticising.) Therefore now there seems to be a big resurgence in trying to make individuals feel terrible until they put their nose to the grindstone enough to solve huge, monumentally vast conflicts, I am fucking confused. Ok I am being a little flippant here but I keep seeing people who are clearly feeling quilt tripped out of their minds about not doing enough. It is very concerning. What exactly do these ranty posters expect???

There was a period in 2016-2017 where I was really trying to be more involved in activism for a number of social justice issues, but I was also in a massive depressive episode and dealing with a lot of issues with black and white thinking. The way a lot of posts on tumblr were worded like 'hey you! Fuck you because everything you're doing or may even contemplate doing in future regarding activism is wrong somehow! Oh what you feel lonely and isolated? Well don't even think about mixing with anyone local to you who cares about similar issues because what if they disagree with you slightly??? That can't happen! Best not risk it.'

I don't know why people write stuff like this but I honestly find it basically locks up my brain until I can't do anything at all. And judging by some of the recent posting I've seen on here I'm not the only one. I'm not so affected now because I'm on better meds, and now I know a lot of activists IRL which has helped. Once I had recovered from the depressive episode I started getting involved in local environmental activism, as that is the main type of activism around here, and ignored the little voice in my head that I learned from tumblr saying I should get involved in more social justice oriented causes (which plain don't exist round here FYI). Turns out that people who care about one cause care broadly about most, even if they don't always get it right, and being in activist spaces in person helped me turn off the 'oh my god what if these people are...imperfect??!' inner monologue.

No one should have to justify their level of activism to you or anyone else. I'm not even going to give reasons why they may not be able to do more because everyone already knows and also because the whole line of thinking is flawed. Not posting about something does not make you complicit in it. Not exposing yourself constantly to the most disturbing and horrible news coming out of Gaza does not mean you are looking away from injustice. If your brain says that then flip the script on yourself- tell yourself that you personally looking at these things does not help anyone in Gaza. You feeling like shit helps no one.

I think people are much more able to stand up for causes they believe in when they are not being ground down by miserable guilt tripping. I think anyone who wants to avoid this needs to also avoid going along with the logic of these posts. Whether someone is doing a tonne of secret activism or no activism- it's not my business, and it's not for me to try and judge their heart and mind. Or for any of us.