Iâm curious đ could you talk about your Hunger Games AU?
HELLO I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER!! (I swear I was going to reply in the morning and then the morning became 5 days đ) But I'm here now and will happily talk Dadneto Hunger Games with you!! âš
I'll try not to spoil too much about the main plot, but it's going to focus heavily on the Magnet Family, with Erik being the only Victor of District 12 and his children being a secret to the public and the Capitol! Though he tried his best to protect his family from the Capitol's eye, Magda and Anya could not escape their cruelty, which left Erik with no choice but to distance himself from his other kids so they wouldn't be targeted too đ„ș
Wanda became an apothecary and Pietro is the fastest delivery boy in the whole District. While they're not twins in this AU, they have a pretty tight bond because they basically had to fend for themselves and their youngest sister Lorna when their family was no longer able to help. Pietro is especially protective of Lorna though- she's his little star đđ
While I can't delve much into what happens next, I can tell you some other fun details I've made for the AU! For example, a lot of our favourite X-Men are Victors from other Districts, like Charles (District 3), Logan (District 7), Mystique (District 8) and Alex (District 5)! Emma Frost is the District 12 escort, and Sebastian Shaw is the head gamemaker for the 74th games. Magda (and by proxy, Wanda and Pietro) are tied to the Covey which plays a big part in their adaptability and strength! (Important for a certain arena they may or may not have to face đ)
I put so much time into figuring out where everyone would fit and what roles they would play, even though realistically I know I'll probably only be able to write a very small part of this AU đ€Ł Still! It's such a fun idea to play with!
I'm working on a oneshot for this AU that I hope to complete soon, so keep your eye out for that! Thanks for letting me ramble!! đ Have an awesome day!
Gosh you're insane and I love you. Have a drabble because I'm equally as ill over them as you. (Don't ask for context bc there is none lol)
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Remy's stomach was revolting, and not in a fun "Oh, just a tinge of seasick" kind of way, but a "You just got thrown out of time itself and thrown into a different dimension" kind of sick.
Because that was, literally, what had happened.
At least that's what the Professor -or, a different version of the Professor- told him before he proceeded to hurl all over the rose garden. What a miserable sight he must have made for a visitor from another universe.
A hand rested gently on his back as he reeled from another wave of nausea.
"Don't worry, you weren't the first and you won't be the last to throw up on these grounds."
Remy's heart flipped harder than his stomach, and he whipped his head up to face the man that had come to kneel beside him on the grass. Silver hair that shimmered in the sunlight. Warm brown eyes. An amused smirk.
His as de cĆur.
"Pietro?" Remy choked out.
And the man smiled, but it wasn't his smile. It was softer around the edges. His gaze sympathetic, but not familiar. And the hand on his back was firm and comforting. Not like the way Pietro would drag him from the battlefield in superspeed or punch his shoulder in jest.
Before he could process what that meant, another wave of nausea hit, and Remy lurched away from the stranger that wore his friend's face.
The hand on his back was joined by a hand on his arm, desperately trying to steady him. Remy could have cried. If it was his Pietro, he might have. Instead, he pulled his composure together and drew in a deep breath, forcing himself to sit up so he could better see the man before him.
The differences became more obvious as his vision sharpened. The lack of scars. Laugh lines creased at the edges of his eyes. Cheekbones that were not defined by hunger, but age.
"How're you feeling?" the stranger asked warmly.
Remy winced at how familiar he sounded.
"You're not... you're not my..."
He couldn't finish the sentence.
It seemed he didn't need to though as the man's features softened. "No, I'm not," he answered simply, before offering a smile. "But I'm pretty close. And so are you."
Remy blinked in surprise. "You... have a me, here?"
"Don't think there's a universe out there that doesn't," he smirked.
"And are we..." Remy caught himself. Cleared his throat. "Are we friends?"
Patting Remy's back, this Pietro assured happily, "The best."
Warmth bloomed in Remy's chest at that.
"What about you?" Pietro asked. "Are we close where you come from?"
i love that discord doesn't tell you if someone's read your messages. like genuinely. normalize others not needing every second of your time right away. normalize taking time to formulate a proper answer. normalize this.
Another D!DOFP Gambit and Pietro drabble for my beloved @cal-caje (they make me ill and so do you)
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"ChĂšre, please stop."
Remy's voice was firm but not unkind.
A plea that fell on deaf ears as Pietro threw back his head and downed another bottle of bourbon to join the scattered mess on the floor.
"You've had too much," Remy said.
"Don't tell me what to fucking do," Pietro drawled, his vision so blurry he couldn't even glare.
A bad night. One of many in the past month. Remy began to worry how frequent these nights were becoming.
"You're scaring me, chĂšre," Remy said nervously. "This isn't like you."
Sneering, Pietro forced himself to stand from the couch and muttered, "Fine- I won't bother you."
"That's not what I meant-"
Pietro tried to move past him.
Remy caught his arm- crossing a boundary he knew he shouldn't, but so scared that he might leave and never come back that he didn't care.
As predicted, Pietro shoved his hand away with a scowl. "Don' touch me," he spat.
"Don't leave, then," Remy begged. "Please- just talk to me."
Wiping at his eyes, Pietro murmured tiredly, "Nothing to talk about."
"You sure? Because you've been all over the place for weeks, chĂšre," Remy said with a hint of frustration. "I got no idea when you're coming over- if you're coming back. You drink yourself away till I barely recognise you anymore."
Pietro huffed. "You've seen me drink before," he defended himself weakly.
"Not like this," Remy refuted, pointing to the bottle still clutched in his hand as he snapped, "Never like this."
"What does it matter?"
Remy's heart clenched.
"You matter! Isn't that enough?!"
Finally- finally, Pietro lifted his gaze. Blue eyes that he adored muted to a dull grey in the low light. Tears he had tried so hard to hide now caught in his lashes.
"RemyâŠ"
All Remy's frustration fled from his system, replaced with worry in one swift motion.
"Yeah, chĂšre?"
Pietro sniffled.
"I'm so tiredâŠ"
Remy's heart shattered.
And he didn't say anything. Didn't know what to say. Didn't know how to help.
All Remy could bring himself to do was step closer and gently reach for the bottle in Pietro's hand, pausing when the speedster flinched, before sliding the bourbon out of his grasp. Pietro didn't fight to hold it. Remy took that as a good sign.
Gesturing to the couch, Remy waited patiently as Pietro fell back against the cushions and laid down. It seemed only natural to drag the blanket off the armrest and lay it over Pietro, who was quickly fading into unconsciousness. Exhausted to the bone- maybe even deeper than that.
Remy would be lying if he said he slept well that night. In fact, he spent the whole night sitting in the adjacent armchair, watching the staggered rise and fall of Pietro's chest. Assuring himself the man was alive. That he wouldn't run away without a goodbye, this time. Scared of what might become of him if he continued down this dark spiral.
"Don't leave me now, chĂšre," Remy whispered, somewhere late in the night like a prayer. "My heart just wouldn't take it."
Pietro continued to sleep, smothered in an alcoholic haze, and Remy could do nothing more than let out a tired sigh.
D!DOFP PIETRO AND GAMBIT FEED ME BRO FEED MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
The sound of glass shattering against tile broke Remy out of his slumber.
Within a heartbeat he was rushing out of bed, jacket hastily thrown over his shoulders and cards flicking between his fingers with a current of energy. He expected an intruder. It was only natural for a thief to have many enemies.
But as Remy rushed into the shadowed kitchen, he found something far more distressing.
His friend -and so much more- leaning over the kitchen sink, arms shaking violently, head hung low. It was only then Remy noticed the dark stains on his hands, matching the spots on the floor mixed with broken glass.
"Pietro?" Remy asked, stunned.
Before Remy had even drawn in another breath, the scene before him shifted. The fragments of glass disappeared. The blood splatters on the floor wiped away hastily. Pietro, angled away now, clutched at his hands out of view.
"Sorry..." Pietro said suddenly, but the words felt strangled.
Sliding his cards back into his jacket, Remy approached with an overwhelming sense of concern. "Are you right, chĂšre?"
Shaking his head slightly, Pietro muttered, "Just dropped a glass- I'll replace it."
"The glass is the least of my worries," Remy said as he leant against the bench where Pietro stood, a bloodied rag pressed between his palms. "How your hands?"
"Nothing to be concerned about," Pietro stated coldly.
"Tough luck- 'cause I am," Remy said with a shrug, earning a weak eye roll for the man.
"My powers slipped," Pietro finally answered, moving past Remy to throw the rag in the trash, the cuts on his hands all but healed within mere seconds. "Turns out glass isn't all that fond of superspeed."
Remy had seen Pietro rush around with bottles of vodka in his hands, and never once had they shattered under his touch. Then again, he had never seen Pietro's hands shake like they were now- shuddering so fast and so suddenly they looked almost blurry. No glass in the world would be able to withstand that kind of strain.
Remy dreaded to think what horror could make his Pietro tremble like that...
"I didn't mean to wake you."
It wasn't an apology exactly, but it was the closest Pietro knew how to give.
"I'm glad you did," Remy said easily.
"You can go back to sleep," Pietro replied.
Tilting his head cheekily, Remy crooned, "Only if you're planning to join me, chĂšre."
Pietro shot him a look between exasperated and bemused. "Insufferable Cajun," he scowled, though the speedster made no rush to leave. Wouldn't have even come back to the apartment if there hadn't been some level of fondness for the thief that owned it.
"Only teasing, mon cĆur," Remy said. A lie for Pietro's sake or himself- he wasn't entirely sure any more. "You know you're welcome whenever you please."
Rubbing the last line of a wound into his hand -fading into the tapestry of scars he refused to speak of- Pietro nodded gently. A wordless thank you.
"I'll be out of your hair by the morning," Pietro said, as if to reassure him.
Remy couldn't imagine anything worse. "How 'bout you join me for breakfast instead?"
Smirking, Pietro walked out of the small kitchen towards the couch he had unofficially claimed as his own. "We'll see about that," he mused.
Behold! The Complete Masterlist for the House of Dadneto 2026!
Hello everyone! It has been an absolute pleasure watching the House of Dadneto 2026 unfold and we're constantly in awe of this community's passion and creativity! It's hard to believe this is the third year the event has been running, but you all keep it alive with your dedication and enthusiasm for the Magnet Family cause!! So well done everyone -whether you were a participant or a supporter- we appreciate you so much! đ
This year, the event had a total of 88 unique works!!
One of the coolest things that happened during this year's event was the range of mediums! From beautiful fics to stunning art, there was something to marvel at every day, and we hope you had as much fun as we did!
As we wrap up another year of the House of Dadneto, be sure to check out all the awesome creations that were made over June with the links below! Keep an eye on this blog too as we will be posting winner prizes and queries into the future of this event soon âš
Thank you all again for your hard work during this event, and special thank you to @cal-caje and @sunsetuniverse who came in for the save during the middle of the month to keep this event running! Love you both dearly đ
Till next time!
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Event Winners!
Congratulations to our 30 prompt winners!
@mapofyourstars | 30 prompts | Masterlist - AO3
@onlyheartaches | 30 prompts | Masterlist - AO3
Congratulations to our 15+ prompt winners!
@sunsetuniverse | 18 prompts | Masterlist - AO3
@lilypadsandtoads | 16 prompts | Masterlist
@pieces-reeses | 16 prompts | Masterlist - AO3
@cal-caje | 15 prompts | Masterlist - AO3
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AO3 Collection!
Don't forget to check out the official AO3 Collection for more amazing Dadneto fics!
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Chronological
Check out the chronological order of works released for the event with these weekly recaps!
Week 1
Week 2
Week 3
Week 4
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Prompts!
Find creations by specific prompts! (Note: Only works posted to tumblr will be shown in this list. More contributions can be found in the AO3 Collection)
MAIN PROMPTS:
Nicknames
Legacy
Fugitive
Cooking
Rivals
Drowning
Borrowed Clothing
Reflection
Separation
Games
Loyalty
Chained
Cradle
Nostalgia
Secret
ALTERNATE PROMPTS:
Skating
Alternate Universe
Betrayal
Road Trip
Misunderstanding
Recovery
Birthday
Remix
Sensory Deprivation
Dreams
Letters
Void
Promise
Weather
Doubt
If there are any details missing or mistakes in this list please let us know and we will amend it as soon as possible!
While procrastinating my lesson plans today I found numerous MCU drabbles that are unfinished! Send me an ask with the title to one and I will post what I have for it or I will finish it! Please my WIPS folder needs you!
wip please as aftercare for whatever the fuck that last one was
More aftercare, this is the Peter waiting on Tony one! For you pookie, the world
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Peter tapped his foot as he watched the clock tick on, eager for once for a reason other than to swing through the streets of New York.Â
Today was the day that Tony was finally returning from his business trip and he couldn't wait. They had a whole weekend planned to catch up, from movies to breakfast at their favorite diner before some lab time and ending with a family dinner with May.Â
As the bell finally rang signaling the end of the day, Peter jumped from his seat and was making his way down the hall before half of his classmates had their bags on. He couldn't help it, Tony had been gone for the better part of three weeks and while they texted all the time and video called when they could it wasn't the same as hearing the steady voice of the man cooking as he was doing homework at the kitchen island. It didn't compare to the hugs he got when he entered the lab that were quickly followed by a hand ruffling his hair while he was pushed towards the waiting snack at his station.
He flung open the front doors and raced out towards the man in sunglasses and a baseball cap waiting for him.
"Hey, kiddo." He said as Peter ran up, embracing the man in a tight hug.
"I missed you," he mumbled, his face pressed deeply against the man's chest.Â
"Tooonny," Peter said, dragging out his name. "The walls, the walls were MOVING. They were, like, floating."Â
Tony let out a sigh of relief that Peter was awake and talking before letting out a laugh. "Yeah, kiddo, the meds will do that to ya." He answered, reaching out to grip Peter's hand with his own.Â
It had been a harrowing few hours of worrying over the kid and he was glad to be on the other side of it. He did not love how fond pointy objects were becoming of Peter, it seemed like they were in the med bay every few weeks with something small at least.
zombie!tony (sorry i know i sent an ask about doom!tony but i see you already answered someone else for that one lol)
HELLO!
Sorry this is so late, this past week is what I affectionately refer to as hell week where I work an extra job and I did not have time to open tumblr sadly đ
But alas, here is Zombie Tony! This is the start of a oneshot idea I had based on the original Zombies What If? Episode. I really loved the idea fo Zombie Tony with Peter, so here you are! I think this is one I will come back and write more to someday, I really like this idea!
Hell on Earth
Peter was cold. Most of the windows in the bus were broken, and being a good 60 meters up in the air, it was cold. He could recognize the glaces being thrown at him from across the bus by Hope and Happy. They were concerned. But, Peter couldnât care less as the tear tracks dried on his face.
Another one gone, he thought. Another person that he loved, another person that he cared for was gone and he wasnât able to stop it. He was right there too! He should have done something, should have fought to save her. But he didnât, and now May was gone and it was all he could see.
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Peter was worried, he had seen the hoards approaching but they needed supplies. May wasnât supposed to be there, she was supposed to be safe on the bus with Bucky and Okoye. It was just supposed to be him and Happy running to grab some more food and hopefully find a couple other survivors if they were lucky, but they usually werenât. They were on week 3 of the apocalypse, week 3 since he had left his class on the bus to their field trip as he ran to try and go with Mr. Stark to San Francisco. It had been 3 weeks since he had seen Mr. Stark, since Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers made up and the Avengers went to take on the zombies roaming San Francisco. But then they failed. They became the very thing they had tried to stop and there was no one left to avenge them. Who would avenge the Avengers?Â
So now, it was up to Peter, Bucky, Kurt, Okoye, Happy, May, Hope, and Sharon. They were all the world had left to try and save it, minus Wakanda which Okoye swore was still a safe haven. But, that didnât help the fact that he was a teenager with spooky spider powers which meant he had to eat a lot. The others had been noticing as he only took the standard ration so they would go longer- he was becoming weaker.Â
So, supplies, and May wanted to go with them. She swore they needed some fresh bandages for their first aid kit along with food that was actually edible (according to May, not everyone wanted to eat spaghetti-o's for every meal). Plus, an extra person meant they could carry more back and avoid going out for a longer amount of time. Secretly, Peter knew she just didnât want to let him out of her sight. She trusted Happy with both her life and Peters, it was Happy who came and got her to safety when this all started. It was Happy who picked her up from the hospital as the undead began to invade it. It was Happy who had kept her safe and protected, who made sure he was safe too. But, Peter was still her kid and she was still his aunt who had spent over the last 10 years watching him grow and become the hero he was today. He was her kid.Â
The supply run was going well- right up until the end where Peter heard a familiar sound approaching. It was distant, not quite as worrisome as the hordes
Repulsors.
It was a sound he used to associate with safety, a sound he used to associate with days spent in the lab, waiting on Pepper or May to drag them to dinner. Now, that sound meant he had to run. He needed to grab May and Happy and run, because wherever Zombie Iron Man went, the Zombie magic guys seemed to follow.Â
He missed when the sound had meant Mr. Stark was coming to his rescue, now all it meant was his doom. They had had numerous encounters with the Zombie Iron Man during their escapades around the city, and every time another part of Peter seemed to shatter. There was nothing he could do to save the man who had become more than a mentor over the last few years, there was no known cure- not yet.
As his panic levels rose his heart began to beat faster.
"May! Happy! We have to go, they're coming!" He shouted, scouring the last aisle in the shop for anything worth snatching before they had to go.
Supply runs were becoming harder to accomplish with the amount of zombies that roamed their city.
May and Happy quickly appeared together, eyes meeting his as he paused to listen, to try and find just how close the group was to them.
Maybe they had a chance, maybe they could do it.
With a silent nod they began to move, heading to the back exit. Being able to duck around corners and hide had been better than trying to fly through the air on his webs- he had found that out the hard way when his zombie of a mentor had shot his web out of the sky. The only time height was useful was against large hoards. Or when they needed it to get back to the bus.
As they walked, slipping through alleys and back to their base Peter heard it. The portals that were opening. The stench of the zombies that moved together was getting closer.
Peter couldn't carry them both and climb to a roof, he could only take one.
"Guys, I can hear them. They're getting closer- we need to find some middle ground to hide on." He said.
Happy seemed to understand immediately, he looked at May and smiled before shrugging off his backpack and handing it to Peter.
"Go, I'll wait here. Take May and the supplies Peter, it's okay." Happy was looking at them both, seeming like he was trying to memorize their faces.
"Happy, I'm sorry." May said, reaching over to grasp his hands.
They all knew what happened to people who were left behind.
Happy held her hands for a few moments before bending to rest his forehead against May's, lost in their own world with the moment that they had together.
"Guys..."
"It's okay, Peter." Happy said, rubbing his eyes as he turned to look at Peter. "You guys are going to make it." Happy set his hands on Peter's shoulders gently, looking into his eyes.
A few tears were filling in Peter's eyes as the finality of the goodbye was hitting him.
"Happy, no. I'm coming back for you, I promise."
"No, you are going to get yourself and May to safety, it's what matters."
Peter began to cry in earnest as Happy wrapped his arms around Peter in a hug, holding him close. No more words were said when they let go, all aware of the danger that was arriving soon.
Peter grabbed May and the supplies and began to climb, hoping to find safety on the roof. Once May was settled with their supplies he looked down, finding Happy on guard, ready for the Zombies. So, Peter climbed down once more.
It was while on the ground, trying to get Happy that the danger arrived.
Not on the ground. Not around the corner. Not the horde.
From the sky.
The repulsor sound firing. May's scream.
Then his mentor was headed straight towards them. Peter moved quickly, dragging Happy with them as they moved between alleys. They had to get away from the Iron Zombie. They needed to check on May.
They weaved between streets, Peter listening carefully for any hordes or for the one chasing them, it was after a few blocks that they seemingly lost him. Retracing their steps, they returned to the building where they had left May.
"May?" He called out as he climbed the brick with Happy attached to him via web.
The sight that greeted him was never going to let him sleep again- it was like Ben all over again.
May was laying on the roof, body splayed out with a burn mark on her shoulder and chest.
The repulsors.
Peter let out a scream as he fell to his knees, Happy trying to untangle them so he could check on her.
But Peter? He already knew. Her heartbeat was gone, absent, not in the way of the Zombies or Mr. Stark who he could hear or smell, but in the way of Ben and his parents.
She was gone. Mr. Stark had killed her.
The sound that had once been safety, that had once saved him at the Stark Expo had become something to hate and fear.
Note: So I kind of just finished this when reading through it again, whoops? Not 100% in love with this one, I think I want to do more/change this a bit but I wanted to get it shared today! Sorry again about the wait!
Below is my House of Dadneto 2026 Masterlist! Excuse the last minute submission, I worked over 90 hours these last like 8 days and my brain is scrambled.
Soupy ( @house-of-dadneto ) was wonderful enough to give me until now to get this posted and even with a reminder a few hours ago I still forgot haha.
Thanks again to everyone who participated in the event this year, it was a blast!
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Haunt Me: Cradle, Rivals, Chained, Games
A few of his fellow mutants had proposed that maybe he had disappeared to try and outrun the end of the world, but Erik knew the truth- he felt it in his soul the same way he had when Wanda had lain in his arms, Pietro at his side, dying.
His son was dead.
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âPietro?â He called out, afraid of the response he may or may not receive.
âNo one calls me that anymore, old man. Itâs Quicksilver.â
or
Sometimes a family is a dad and his children from other universes who no longer have dads.
happy birthday to us đ: Birthday, Remix, Nicknames, Nostalgia, Reflection, Alternate Universe
While on the run from Sentinels and anyone else who was electing to try and kill them it could sometimes be hard to track the exact day. They moved locations often, always on the run to stay ahead and it was easy to forget when holidays or birthdays were without a calendar or society right in front of you.
But today? Today was his birthday.
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Or, a remix fic set in the Dark DOFP AU about Pietro and birthdays.
a letter for words left unsaid: Promise, Letters, Doubt, Dreams, Separation
"Charles?â Peter asked, âDo you remember those letters I used to write and leave on your desk? What did you even do with them?"
or
A 3+1 about three different letters that Peter wrote to Erik as he was growing up and the one time that Erik did the same.
{Part 6 of the promises unkept series which you can find here.}
theartofmadeline
gamechangershow
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
titsay
yousharknotpass
