#he adopted this child On Site and i respect him for that

[brobiwan-kenobi-412]

Rereading the manga, I think my favorite thing ever is that Edward looks like he’s a feral animal Mustang just kinda found out back one day. He looks like if he bites you you’re going to get a disease, and he looks like he absolutely would bite a person. They really toned down how feral he is in Brotherhood.

Brotherhood Ed is like some poor cat you found in the alley, Manga Ed is the rabid raccoon you’ve been trying to pull put of your trash since 2013 that Will Not Leave

Like look at him and tell me he doesn’t remind you of some raccoon

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello there! Im the one who asked for nyx reader.

First off i wanted to say that you are absolutely one of my favorite writers on this site and I want you to always remember that we all love and appreciate everything that youre willing to share with us!

Please take your time rest and eat yummy chocolates croissants from your favorite bakery!

And if your willing can I ask for another Nyx reader?

With humans she is a peaceful and loving, since she was a teacher she adore the younger humans and gods.

She is now the self proclaim mother of zerofuku more angered that this child was left without any guidance from other gods.

Shes typically around humans and the few gods that she can stand while she keeps gods like Zeus in check

-Everyone in Valhalla was stunned with your arrival back, putting Zeus in his place and stopping the tournament, even bringing Lu Bu back to life, much to Thor’s joy, as the two were constantly sparring now.

-Those who didn’t know you, mostly the humans, but some gods as well, quickly learned that you were a gentle and kind goddess, but you were not to be crossed unless if they had a death wish.

-For the humans, you became a mentor and a teacher, guiding them, teaching them new things and many admired you and looked up to you. There were many who also had affection for you, but nobody was brave enough to approach you.

-You weren’t bothered, you weren’t really looking for romance at the moment anyway, you enjoyed your position at the moment, it was peaceful and made you feel important.

-You had taken on a second position, becoming the mother for Zerofuku, who adored your decision to adopt him, loving all of the cuddles and affection you were giving to him, especially after you learned what he had gone through and that the other gods didn’t mentor or watch over this young child god.

-Zeus earned a particularly nasty glare for that, something Buddha couldn’t help but roar in laughter over, finding the situation amusing, while Zeus was the exact opposite.

-Seeing you doting on Zerofuku so gently made your fan base of admirers grow even more, you were so motherly, so gentle with him, they wanted to be doted on like that too!!

-They couldn’t do anything to Zerofuku however, as that would incur your wrath and they weren’t stupid enough to do that!

-You were cordial to other gods, giving respect if you were given respect first, many knew to be respectful to you, as you could bounce any of them like a basketball and make it look easy.

-There were a few gods, like Buddha and Hercules, that you were friendly with, as they respected you, but also treated you as an equal, as a friend, something you appreciated and welcomed.

-All three of them, Buddha, Hercules, and Zerofuku were quite protective of you, demanding others respect you, mainly because if you got mad there might not be any survivors, something you playfully scold them for after scaring others with those exact words.

-There were a few who knew that the ‘playful threat’ was not completely a joke, because you could take over Valhalla if you wanted to, mainly Zeus, Odin, Hades, and Shiva, they all respected and feared you, but for the most part you got along with them, except for Zeus, who had to tiptoe around you very carefully, as you were still mad at him.

-Hades couldn’t help but chuckle after he asked you if you were going to forgive Zeus, after Zeus begged his eldest brother to talk to you, and you pouted, acting a bit childish, folding your arms, “No- I’m not done being petty yet.”

-Zeus had to work hard to suck up to you, as he had done many things to piss you off while you had been gone, learning about more and more of his infractions, but not many had any sympathy, including his brothers, who told him that he brought it all himself.

[kerubimcrepin]

Live-read: Dofus Heroes - Kerubim Tome 1 (part 1)

You can find this comic's physical version on Ankama's site, webtoon version on Allskreen, and Free Scans on various file-hosting websites that shall not be named.

Quick disclaimer: While I will be including french screenshots here, because it is a language that uses the latin alphabet, and everyone has that on their keyboards, all ready to type up in DeepL and Google translators — what I will actually be reading is a new fan translation in my native language, which does not use latin alphabet.

Time to quickly switch between two tabs because nobody has translated this comic into English. Yaay...

This comic has, as my fellow crepinjurgenology studies colleague @dullard put it, "thin god Ecaflip jumpscare"

Ecaflip looks a lot like Ush here, and I think it's way too malevolent. Part of the fun of him to me, is that he is an Evil Fucking Cat that looks like a cute cat. It makes his despicable actions more funny & interesting.

...Anyway, this comic came out during the run of the show, in 2013, and its sheer existence, — including its negative portrayal of ecaflip, its inclusion of blood and Kerubim's 20 mental illnesses, — is a direct confirmation of the show being an unreliable narrator story. (Though, we've been knew.)

This comic's most important function for this blog is that it will provide us with a well-needed glimpse at what Kerubim's adventures are like when he isn't retelling them to a 7-year-old child whose respect and approval he desperately craves.

The second Kerubim is fatally wounded, he gives up. Yet, Ecaflip saves him, without using one of his nine lives, just as he did in the Wheel of Destiny article.

I suppose it's one of his trump cards, isn't it?

But I am more interested in how at peace Kerubim is with death... It does make sense for Kerubim to hide some rather morbid feelings about his life behind his cheery facade, doesn't it?

It must be tiring. Losing your family, being a god's plaything, losing your brother, feeling like you have to constantly play the role of the cool womanizing warrior, and never unpacking your emotions about any of it. Death would feel like a relief from such weight.

Which makes Ecaflip's grip on his life feel more malicious.

I know, chances are, this comic, as well as most of the show, were made well before Kerubim's demigod status was thought of as a plot-point.

But even in terms of him being a demigod... I think that death would seem relaxing, despite its temporary nature, wouldn't it?

One of the main things of this whole comic is that Kerubim gets amnesia.

Harry Du Bois-ass character. Not only is he mentally ill, divorced, and has 20 layers of sad backstory, but also he got amnesia. God bless.

Yeah, this comic is more realistic and gritty than the show, but the cartoon shenanigans are still real. Thank god.

There's a reason why I think that a big part of Kerubim's character is his experiences with loneliness and isolation, and the way it makes him crave being loved and cared for, as well as how it makes him act out to get attention and popularity.

It's telling that while completely amnesiac, he identifies immediately with a small kitten, whom he immediately assumes is a "he" and "an orphan", and wants to take care of it.

It may seem like an innocuous moment at first, but "he is all alone" will become a reoccurring motif for Kerubim's mental state and subconscious in this comic, and it is the comic where we get the Orphan Kerubim reveal.

I already discussed the fact that I think Kerubim kept and adopted Joris due to Atcham-related guilt earlier on the blog, but I will take this moment to voice 2 other reasons:

Kerubim identifies with orphans and children easily. He would never leave Joris alone after looking at him and thinking "You're all alone. Like I was."

The idea of having a child would be very pleasant to someone as lonely as him. He struggles a lot with wanting to act in a way that will make people like him, and children are, by nature, inclined to like their parents even if they're complete losers.

Btw, if you follow my main, @joris-jurgen , you probably know that I headcanon Kerubim as having comorbid HPD and BPD. Because it fits. And because personality disorders are usually the result of insane levels of childhood trauma. And... my experience running this blog has so far not swayed me from this opinion in any way. This little paragraph was your Armchair Fictional Psychology Corner. This man can fit a lot of sadness and wanting to be loved in him.

Ecaflips confirmed to, just like real cats, have very good night vision.

...Aaand now I'm thinking about cute scenarios of Kerubim, Atcham, and Joris travelling at night, or navigating their home in the darkness.

(Because Joris doesn't have human eyes, as we've seen from the movie. And considering the way Grougaloragran's eyes reflect light in the Oropo ova, chances are, dragon eyes glow in the dark, the same way cats do. Which brings me to the point that, Joris's dragon-ish eyes would probably glow in the dark. Like a cat. Yeah, I am very sane, and should not be sedated in any way, readers.)

Crocosec has always wanted to have a butcher's shop and feed people with delicious food...

Ah, I don't know why, but my silly little detail-noticing from the first eps, where I pointed out that he has a meat shop, paying off? It makes me feel fuzzy. It's nice to know that the person who wrote this comic cared enough, and that it's something that was put in here with intent.

Anyway, I am about to be very normal about the next few pages.

*jumpscaring you by including a screenshot from the high-quality scanlation I am reading. Because this moment would be too blurry if I didn't.

He isn't even playing with any other kids... This is going to kill me, and not in a fun way.

The translation I am reading interprets the last line as "I would return to..." but it seems a bit wrong to me, especially considering my own research on language sentence-comparing sites.

What Kerubim pretty much says here, is that, he'd like to become a huppermage, and use magic to bring back his parents, sisters, and brothers.

While one could interpret that as Kerubim being lonely while being raised in an orphanage all his life without a family, I have a couple of counterpoints:

He calls the kitten "orphaned" specifically, which implies that there were parents, and that they aren't there anymore.

If it were just a family he wanted, he wouldn't be as specific as to say "sisters and brothers," besides just "parents," which leads me to assume that Kerubim means specific people he used to know (before they died).

3. Atcham is a Crepin too, as was revealed in the Dofus Movie. Logically speaking, if they were both given to the temple after being born, (and as we know, Atcham was at the temple, because Bashi knew him, according to Wheel of Destiny #8) they probably wouldn't have surnames, especially the same one.

4. Kerubim's unfunny joke about being the last in his family.

5. Wakfu: One More Gate's shopkeep being an ancestor of the Crepin family implies that Crepins are a real family that existed, and that, perhaps, Kerubim's affinity for selling stuff has to do with his early upbringing, before he was orphaned.

6. In the Dofus manga, Atcham says that a sword he owned, which was stolen from him, has been "passed in his family for generations", which yet again, points to them having a family to begin with.

All of this to say... What I think happened was far more devastating.

He had sisters and brothers, and two parents — it doesn't matter if the Crepin family was an adoptive one, or if it was made up of their biological mother, her husband, and half-siblings. Because they're all dead, and that's just... horrible.

A whole family, at the very least 6 people (if we assume that by "sisters and brothers", he means just two sisters and two brothers), wiped out.

...Oh, and one last thing.

7. I think that, as an adult, Kerubim did put some research into dark magic, with a hope of bringing his family back.

Just as he said he would.

....Though, as always, that might just be me reading too much into things. ╮(￣ ▽ ￣)╭

These aren't the tears of an orphan who wishes he had a family. These are tears of grief of a child who used to have one.

And Ecaflip, his biological father and God, is taunting him about it.

...I would speak on my deeplore conspiracy theory that perhaps Ecaflip himself is to blame for whatever happened to Kerubim and Atcham's family, — to get Kerubim, or both of them, isolated, and under his thumb, — but perhaps it's just me being actually clinically insane.

[otherworldseekers]

Severia x Nero: Sharlayan AU

I don’t have anything for rarepair week today cause the prompt is opposites attract and Severia and Nero are not at all opposites. So here’s a bit about the Sharlayan AU I’ve been ruminating on since EW. 

The idea behind this AU is that Severia and Nero are both from Sharlayan and meet each other through their respective studies, fall in love, and go on to be a cute archeologist couple digging in Allagan ruins. 

It is partly inspired by one of my favorite book series of all time: the Amelia Peabody series of historical mystery novels about an archeologist couple digging and solving mysteries in late 19th and early 20th century Egypt. The main couple, Amelia and Emerson, are serious couple goals. They may be my favorite couple in all of literature. 

In this AU Severia an orphan and the adopted daughter of the moderately wealthy Sharlayan Catarain family. Gerald Catarain's wife died a few years ago and his sons have now all moved out of the house to start their own careers. He adopts Severia at the age of 15 to help take care of him and his house in his old age. She is however obliged to halt her education, but she still sneaks away to the Noumenon when she can. When he abruptly passes away 5 years later, Severia finds that he has left her enough money to live well on for many years as a legacy.

At the age of 20 Severia begins to work on catching up her education. When she meets Nero at the age of 22, she's narrowed her area of interest down to ancient languages, and particularly Allagan language and history, and has just entered the Studium.

Nero Scaeva is the son of Garlean immigrants who left Garlemald when it became clear how gifted their son was to avoid his talents being exploited for the benefit of the Empire. He was a child of 7 at the time. Nero eventually earns an indefinite scholarship to the Studium and devotes himself to study. While in this AU Nero never becomes a genius engineer, he does develop an obsession with Allagan technology and frequently goes on digs at Allagan sites to unearth new relics. However, so far he has only been able to go on digs run by other scholars but dreams of eventually being able to get the funding to run his own expeditions.

When he meets Severia at the age of 32 he is working on his 3rd Archon thesis (His mark is on his back left shoulder.) while he teaches to support himself and continues to seek funding for his archeological endeavors.

Severia and Nero soon begin meeting frequently as Nero helps her with her studies. It does not take the two long to fall in love and begin to contemplate a life together.

Then, when Severia turns 24, she's contacted by a lawyer (? what would you call this in Eorzea?) for her father's estate with the news that there was a stipulation in the will for her benefit. As it turns out, her father was much more wealthy than anyone realized and the bulk of his fortune has been set aside for her, but had been tied up in investments until she turned 24. Severia is suddenly a rich woman and of course her first thought is that now she will be able to fund as many expeditions as Nero wants.

That year they are married in the Spring and a month later have packed their bags for the recently revealed site of the Crystal Tower to begin their joint archeological career.

[prehistoric-duo]

HELLO ROTOMBLR!!

It's your favorite MewTube Paleontologist Power-Couple, finally making an account on a social media site that isn't MewTube!

This is Taire- if you couldn't tell by my charming energetics (AKA Arnie didn't feel like making our introduction post lol).

I figure some of you don't really know who we are, if you don't find this blog from our description links, so why not talk about it real quick?

As I've said before, I'm Taire! I use he/him pronouns, and I'm 27 years old. Which, in my opinion, is actually not that old because I've worked with rocks older than uh. literally humanity? I have three Pokemon-

Rafflesia the Venusaur (She/her)

Geode the Sandslash (They/them)

Onoi the Omastar (They/them)

Here's my trainer card:

Arnie uses they/he pronouns, and is 26! He is like. My favorite person in the whole wide world and I love him so so so much and YES me gushing about him is a regular occurrence irl and in private. They also have three Pokemon-

Pablo the Torterra (They/them)

Grey the Aggron (They/Them)

Shelley the Carracosta (She/her)

Here's their trainer card:

We've been doing MewTube for about 3 years now, and married for 5! We work for an organization called The New Epoch Foundation as, you guessed it, paleontologists! The goal of the organization is to help further scientific research and runs mostly on donations! I might also end up as their head of social media because of the stuff we do on MewTube, we'll just have to see!

Of course, we can't forget about Baby Helix, we had them about a year ago and we love them so so much. We don't really post pictures of them, but maybe in the future? We aren't like. A family vlogging channel anyways (chills). We'll both sign off our posts!

Feel free to send us asks and pelipper mail! I'm hoping to be able to interact with the fans more this way :)

Hi! Mod here, just call me Vessel! ooc text from me will be red

My other blog is @canesvenatici-ribbons! But this blog is going to be more plot-based than slice of life ;)

A couple of ground rules:

1- I operate on DND and Improv rules: "yes and" and be respectful to other players.

That doesn't mean NO anon hate or whatever, it just means that if someone is playing a character in a way that makes me uncomfortable, I'm probably not going to interact with you. If the anon hate is egregious I'm going to stop responding to it, etc.

Typically I try to just go "yes and" to stuff, it's more fun to me that way and adds a layer of unpredictability to my stories- BUT- please DM me if you want to do BIG plot stuff (I don't bite!)

But if something makes me uncomfortable I won't do it, feel free to ask prior though if you want confirmation! If it's like. An overly dark subject matter I probably won't do it though.

2- No Magic anons or anon hate related to their identities please!

This is my one hard-stop! everything else like sentient pokemon, pelipper mail, regular anons, anon hate, is all fine right now!

3- Feel free to remind me to respond to a post or ask if I haven't gotten to it in about two days! I'm a college student and I'm really busy. I do this mostly for fun but I do really appreciate reminders. adhd brain

4- I want to confirm this rq cause I know people will ask about it- Helix is their biological child, one of them is trans but no actual like. Pregnancy is gonna be shown or mentioned on this blog because they think it's funny to keep it up in the air on who had Helix or if Helix is adopted. Trans families (no matter what kind) and seahorse dads are just. Very important to me as I am a trans guy/trans masc who wants kids myself one day. I expect you all to be respectful and mature about this. People who make M///pr///eg jokes and/or comments will be blocked and deleted.

Literally it's only funny with people I'm close with so if I don't know you, don't do that. This is my one other hard stop

Asks about who had Helix though- and speculation on if Helix is adopted, is encouraged and very funny!

I do plan on having actual references for the family done up at some point, I just haven't had the time or resources for it quite yet. But for now, here are their picrews + short add on descriptions! (Minus Baby Helix)

Taire:

Blue, Feathery hair, Oddly sharp teeth

Red, scaley patches of skin has grown in the three years of making videos- they started out small and almost unnoticeable and now it's beginning to take up their face.

Arnie:

DO NOT let this picrew fool you. Arnie is a large fat man. They also have a full beard that is not pictured.

Hair has turned white in the past few years. Blue Patch of skin over eye and looks strangely smooth, has only appeared since last year

[bluedishsoap]

My personal creepypasta mansion headcanon has always been that there's a whole lot of weird familial dynamics between everyone which leads to very confusing relationships sometimes. Like, sometimes family units form- I really like Slenderman having Sally and Lazari and other child pastas as his adopted children. But I also like to imagine he's just like... Somewhat fatherly to almost everyone, so there's a lot of random pastas that also sort of see him as a father figure even if the relationship is more tenuous and/or one-sided.

And also sometimes the relationships are less formalized and don't always follow logic. For example I headcanon that Toby refers to both Masky and Hoodie as his brothers and they both reciprocate that with Toby BUT they don't consider each other brothers and instead have their own unique dynamic separate from the one they have with Toby which everyone respects (including Toby himself). Also there's a lot of pastas that have complicated romantic/queerplatonic relationships or A Thing™ but if I start talking about my crazy creepypasta rarepair polycule you'll want to kill me.

Yes! Basically the creepypasta mansion is the place of relationship anarchy.

YEAHHH. i fucking love when found family headcanons explore how non-traditional and complex/multifaceted dynamics between characters can be.. relationship anarchy is awesome!!!!!

i love your take on slenderdad. despite only purposefully Fathering two kids he ends up accidentally being a father figure for many.. i imagine this is not only because of his disposition but also because of some pastas' backgrounds and needs, like i can easily see characters who didn't have a steady parental figure growing up feeling like slender is filling that role for them. even if it is a little one sided.

toby referring to masky + hoodie as his brothers fits soo well, i don't think i've ever heard that headcanon before but i love it. and i totally get how masky and hoodie are toby's brothers but they aren't Each Others' brothers also i actually need to hear about your crazy creepypasta rairpair polycule!!!!!! idt tumblr lets you send pics through anon but if u use some sorta image hosting site like postimages and just put spaces so it doesnt register as a link u can send me one of those relationship charts where different colored arrows represent different dynamics. Or you can just freeform ramble in my inbox.

[cherryblossomgirl8490]

The 1934 Disappearance of Wilderness Explorer, Everett Ruess.

Background

Christopher Ruess and Stella Knight were married on April 2, 1905. He was a Unitarian minister and she was a dancer and artist. Their first child, Waldo (named after Ralph Waldo Emerson), was born on September 5, 1909. A second son, Everett (named after the author and historian Edward Everett Hale), was born on March 28th, 1914, in Oakland, California.

Both Stella and Christopher had a deep love of books and of art, which they imparted to their children. They were avid diarists as well and encouraged both of their sons to not only keep a diary themselves, but to also copy out long passages from their respective diaries in letters home when they were separated from their parents.

In September 1918, the family moved to Brookline, Massachusetts, because Christopher had decided to take a job with the Chautauqua Industrial Art Desk Company. When Stella’s father became ill, she and Everett traveled across the country by train to Los Angeles to care for him. Along the way, they made several stops at memorable locations such as the Grand Canyon and the Yosemite Valley. Everett was nine at the time and began keeping his first diary during this trip. His earliest writings showed his growing fascination with nature and his love of traveling. As Everett grew a little older, he also developed a passion for writing poetry and painting. He was even able to sell some of his watercolor paintings from time to time.

Everett graduated from high school in 1931. Though his parents very much wanted him to attend college, Everett had other ideas. That same year, Everett went off on his first solo adventure, hiking and camping out in the wilderness, as well as keeping a detailed diary about his feelings and experiences, and writing frequent letters to his family. He also loved visiting Anasazi ruins and collecting artifacts from these sites. Thus began his pattern of hitchhiking, camping, and hiking for months at a time before briefly returning home, only to leave once again, starting the cycle anew. He met many people along the way during these solo trips, but a certain shyness and inherent desire for solitude kept him from forming connections with most of the people he encountered during his travels, a fact which he sometimes lamented in his diaries. He tried to support himself by selling paintings, but because he was rarely able to make a sale (and keep in mind that this was during the Great Depression), his expeditions were mostly financed by his parents.

Everett adopted a small and adorable brown and white dog named Curly, from a Navajo Reservation in 1931, to have as a companion. He also always had either a pair of burros or a pair of horses to accompany him out in the wilderness.

Everett suffered from frequent periods of dark moods, which some have theorized may have actually been depressive episodes. In a letter to his older brother Waldo in 1931, Everett alluded to having been suicidal the previous summer:

"Whatever I have suffered in the months past has been nothing compared with the beauty in which I have steeped my soul, so to speak. It has been a priceless experience–and I am glad it is not over. What I would have missed if I had ended everything last summer!"

On September 8th, 1933, Everett was stung by bees at least a dozen times in addition to already being covered in poison oak blisters. In his attempt to escape the bees, he fell into Goddard Creek, but was in so much pain and was feeling so lethargic that he struggled to find the strength to pull himself out of the water and nearly drowned.

However, by 1934 and particularly in the weeks leading up to his disappearance, he was seemingly in very good spirits and doing better than ever before. In his letters to his parents, he spoke of having “great fun” with the locals and even alluded to having come into quite a bit of cash recently (though he never elaborated on the source of this money) and stated that he now had “more money than I need”. Also, for the first time ever, he sent money home to help his parents out.

Disappearance

On November 21st, 1934, two sheepherders named Addlin Lay and Clayton Porter, encountered Everett on the Hole-in-the-Rock trail, where they were camping. According to them, they offered Everett a quarter of mutton, but he declined, saying that he had plenty of food. They then watched as Everett and his burros, Cockleburrs and Chocolatero, made their way southeast, towards Davis Gulch. This was the last time anyone is known to have seen Everett Ruess.

Though almost two months had gone by since Everett’s family had heard from him, they didn’t think much of it to begin with, as Everett had warned them back in the fall that he may not be near a post office for a month or two. However, by late January they were becoming concerned. Their alarm only heightened when they received their own letters to Everett back in the mail, the envelopes still sealed. They began writing letters to every postmaster in every town in the southwest that Everett was known to have visited. When this yielded no answers as to where their son was, they started writing to sheriffs, traders, newspapers, radio stations, and Indian agents. But no one had seen Everett in months or knew anything of his current whereabouts.

The Search

Finally, on March 1st, months after that last sighting back in November, a search party was formed. A man named Jennings Allen, along with a dozen other local men, headed into Davis Gulch on horseback hoping to find some sign of Everett or what had become of him. They turned up nothing until March 6th, when they found Cockleburrs and Chocolatero, Everett’s burros, in a corral. There are discrepancies in the accounts of the searchers as to the condition these burros were found in though, with some claiming that they were “thin and emaciated”, while others said that they were “fat and healthy”.

Nearby, in a natural alcove, they found what was presumed to have been Everett’s final campsite. There were footprints, Anasazi potsherds, candy wrappers, empty cans and an impression in the dirt from a bedroll. Notably absent from this site were Everett’s money, camping gear, cooking equipment, paintings and art supplies, and his 1934 journal. They also discovered two different spots in Davis Gulch where “Nemo 1934” had been etched into the rock. “Nemo”, Latin for “nobody”, is a pseudonym that Everett was known to have adopted and so it is assumed that he’s the one who made these inscriptions. Both inscriptions are now underwater and have been since 1957, when the waters of Lake Powell rose during the construction of Glen Canyon Dam.

Beyond this, nothing more would ever be found that would shed light on what happened to Everett Ruess.

Additional Information

There was a rumor in Escalante, a nearby town, that Everett had been robbed and murdered by local cattle rustlers who mistook him for a government agent. By 1934, cattle rustling was becoming rampant in this area and due to this, the Cattlemen’s Association spread a false rumor that an undercover government investigator had been sent out to the area. As the story goes, Everett arrived in town shortly thereafter.

A Navajo man named Aneth Nez told his granddaughter (Daisy) a story in 1971 about witnessing a young white man being chased and then murdered by Ute Indians near Comb Ridge in the mid-1930’s. After the Utes left, Nez buried the body. Remains were eventually found in that area, but DNA testing confirmed that they did not belong to Everett.

In the 1970’s, a tourist found bones wedged in a crack in Davis Gulch. The bones seemed to indicate that the person had suffered a broken hip and a fractured collar bone. He turned over the bones to a National Park Service ranger, who in turn gave them to his supervisor. However, shortly after this the bones went missing and have never been found.

Theories

Accidental death, perhaps due to a fall or drowning.

Murder

Suicide

Sources:

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #182

When was the last time you admired some flowers? What kind/color were they? Recently; they were white crape myrtles.

Are you in the process of watching or re-watching a series at the moment? I could never, ever picture myself rewatching a whole series ever again, you can barely get me to sit through a new one, but Girt and I are working on The Rain for the first time.

If so, how many seasons does it have? And what season are you currently on? There are three right now, and we're on two.

Has anyone you know gotten a new pet recently? Yes, my sister Misty's family adopted a corgi (I can't remember her name), and I think someone I shot pictures for once recently got a panther chameleon because she's been posting quite a few videos with him.

How old were you 10 years ago? Who were your closest friends at that point? 17, yeesh. Ten whole years ago... Jason was my boyfriend and closest friend, then there was Summer, Hannia, Girt, Alon, Maria, Megan...

Do you still speak to any of them? Summer and I talk/see each other sometimes because she's actually part of my sister's inlaws' family, Girt and I are together, and Megan and I sometimes interact over Facebook, but we don't really talk, I also have Alon on there, but she barely touches it so we don't really talk either.

Have you ever kissed someone of another race? I mean my boyfriend's father was pure Native American, but despite the fact he doesn't visibly display any traditional traits whatsoever, it'd be incorrect to say he's totally Caucasian.

Are there any races you wouldn't kiss? No, race means exactly nothing to me with relationships.

What is your favorite thing about your best friend? He is extremely trustworthy and honest. I never feel like he's hiding something from me or sugarcoating things, but he's also gentle with me. His balance in this stuff is incredible.

What do you mostly have in common with your best friend? We're very introverted. Love video games.

Do you like it when men shave their chests? If you are a guy, do you shave? I don't care.

What is your favorite kind of video game? Horror ones, specifically psychological or survival.

When you’re visiting a site, do you still type "www."? No.

What can you hear right now? I'm watching Markiplier's Resident Evil 8 LP. Two years late, but... I'm apparently having a streak of wanting to watch his stuff again.

Do you think it’s okay for kids to have cellphones? Yes, HOWEVER I definitely support limiting screen time and gauging what they're allowed to do on there with age but especially maturity. At the very beginning, I'm all for being able to call your guardians, because that cellphone might save your baby's life in horrible situations like abductions. From there, you be the judge based on your unique child and various factors relating to them.

Do you watch anime? If so, what are some of your favorites? Yeah, they can have very interesting plots. My favorite is Fullmetal Alchemist (including the Brotherhood iteration of it, idk which I enjoy more), and I'm also fond of Ginga Densetsu Weed and Deadman Wonderland. I've seen a decent chunk of Attack on Titan and was also into it.

Do you have any siblings? If so which one of them do you get along with the best? I have six technically, but I only know five. I don't really know which one I get along with best; I feel like Katie and I have the most compatibility, but I don't feel particularly "close" to any of my siblings and I fucking hate that.

What’s your favorite TV show? And who’s your favorite character from it? Meerkat Manor is my favorite show of all time, and Mozart was my favorite character.

Have you violated any of the 10 Commandments? If so, what? Yeah; I don't give a fuck about honoring God's name or even respecting him in any way or form.

Do people think you look like either of your parents? Does that offend you? I've heard both, and no. I'll admit as a kid having someone say I looked like my dad was mildly offensive just because I was a girl and he's a man, but I certainly don't give a shit now because I know what they mean, just features.

Do you prefer regular bacon or turkey bacon? Regular, turkey bacon is gross.

Do you think it’s weird when people talk to their pets like people? No? I honestly think that's probably very healthy for the animal, and the owner too. I think it strengthens bonds, and it must certainly make the pet feel included and like family to be treated like how you treat other people.

What is the last place, other than home, that you stayed overnight? Uhhhh I feel like I haven't done that in over a year now; I'm quite sure the last time was when I was in the hospital last... March or May, whatever it was.

What is the furthest you have traveled alone? Illinois.

Have you ever dated someone simply for their looks? No.

Have you ever been drunk? No, only lightly tipsy.

What was the name of the main character in the last book you read? Blue, in the book I'm currently reading. The last book I finished, Qibli was the protagonist.

What are three of your favorite toppings for salads? Bacon bits, cucumber, and uh... that's basically it lmfao, my salads are very simple. There's too many additions I DON'T like.

Do you prefer pizza or hot dogs? Pizza.

What is your favorite pizza topping? If I could only pick one, I'd say just regular ol' pepperoni.

Is your dad a jerk? I think he's... oblivious, if anything. He doesn't TRY to be mean, he's really very funny and playful but majorly socially unfiltered. Basically, I think he's capable of being unpleasant, but it's rarely malicious. He's just an old grampa with a few screws kinda loose lol

Is anyone in your family currently in the military? No, not that I know of.

What is your favorite dog breed? Meh I always answer this with such a big list, I love so many. I have been newly very into shar peis, though. There's an Instagram one that I'm obsessed with.

Have you found any gray hairs on your head? No, that might be the day I crumble lol

Do you own a bikini? Oh hell no, I haven't since I was a teenager.

If you were a rockstar, what color guitar would you have? I want to say pink, but REALISTICALLY, I'm not sure I would. Probably mostly black, and it'd probably have skulls and/or occult-ish stuff on it.

Would you rather have a personal chef or personal house cleaner? HOUSE CLEANER.

Do you have any zits on your face right now? Ugh I have one on the upper right of my hairline right now. You can't see it unless I pull my hair back, thankfully. It's not a terrible one, at least.

What are three of your favorite bakery items? Cinnamon rolls, donuts, muffins.

What are three creative hobbies you enjoy? Writing, photography, drawing.

What are three things you like about church? I like how they look and that is literally it. Besides appearance, I only have negative shit to say about them. I grew up forced into church and will never set foot into a sermon again.

What was the last type of pie you ate? It was probably trying an apple or peach pie, I'm not a fan.

Which book did you love when you were younger? The Warriors series by S.E. Hinton was a major obsession.

Which book series could you read again? ^ I actually kinda wanna get back into that once I'm caught up in Wings of Fire, but idk, it's been so so many years that I don't even remember where I stopped, but I know I was deeeep in, so I'd hate re-reading it all. I don't re-read stuff.

Tell me about your first breakup, if you had one. I mean that *technically* woulda been with Aaron, and that was... nothing, given it was a very puppy love situation; I wasn't ready for dating yet. My first real, serious breakup was Jason, and well I tried to kill myself ultimately because of it, so-

Which person would you chose to travel the world with? I'd like it to be Girt, but realistically it would probably be my mom; my boyfriend is such a homebody, like he genuinely doesn't like vacations/traveling and I think he's insane.

Do you have (a) stuffed animal(s) sitting in your room? Which one(s)? Lots of meerkats, there's a Cheshire cat, grumpy cat, a cute lil circular bat, a random fennec fox, and my favorite plushie from childhood, a moose. I plan on trimming the numbers down though whenever I redecorate my room.

Have you ever had to do a doubletake on someone 'cuz they were so pretty? Oh I've totally done this with Alon at some point, god when I look back I can't believe I never realized THEN that my ass ain't straight lmfao

Is your last ex currently in a relationship? I have no idea, I don't keep up with her at all; even if I'm curious of how she is/what she's up to, I don't allow myself to look at any of her socials.

Who was the last female you were introduced to? ummmm I'm actually not sure? Probably a doctor, realistically.

Who was the last male you were introduced to? A family friend's friend, Larry.

Do you use a nightlight? Yeah; it's a little Saturn lamp that I can change the colors of.

What’s your opinion on border control? Look dude I don't even want borders TO exist; every single goddamn person has as much right to be on this earth in any specific location as anyone else, get the hell outta here with that "illegal human" horseshit.

What are your favorite things to create? Feral meerkat OCs.

What’s something you prefer to keep private? My sexual life.

Are you good at prioritizing? NO

If you’re not religious, were you ever? What made you lose faith? Yes, and fucking life itself. A few months back I made a massive FB post regarding why I left my faith, and in the end it really made me realize that I have bad religious wounds, maybe even trauma but I'm not 100% sure if it's to that extent. I just know I'm extremely hateful towards religions like Christianity, and it's something I actually recently broke down over because I WANT to chill out with how the very topic sets me on fucking fire; I'm never going to like faiths like those, but I want to be kinder towards their existence and just stop being SO bothered by them and other people having them. It prompted me to try to find a therapist specializing in religious trauma (didn't get far btw, thanks shitty insurance <3).

What feeling do you have the most difficulty in expressing? Envy, most likely. It makes me very uncomfortable.

When was the last time you looked at your significant other/crush’s Facebook profile? Oh jesus I'm not sure, I never look at it, really. Especially when he touches FB like, never, and never updates anything, what would even be the point?

[charcherry-weekly]

Charcherry Weekly - Issue 148

Its another week it seems. This is Mage of Light Nick Card and we've got a doozy of an event to cover this time around.

This week of course was the week of the Korosian presidential debate at Snake's Mouth. This would be an event featuring the opinions and policies of the two main candidates, Heir of Time Thoren Emit and Page of Void Dylan. It ended up being rescheduled to wednesday nearly last minute, the reasoning being that Dylan caught the time flu and wouldn't be able to stand in front of an audience on thursday, though wednesday was forecasted as being just fine for him. This was chalked up to the strain of time flu being of the occasionally shifting variety. Apparently time player Jorell of the jojo squad also caught the time flu, though it is unknown which direction the virus has spread from first, if that even matters with a time flu.

In mostly unrelated news, an unknown submariner has recently discovered an underwater city off the coast of Snake's Mouth, tentatively being called "Squidlantis". Reportedly, it is home to "squidfolk", a squid-like people who had been driven out of temporic reach hundreds of years ago, during the Grand Hunt of 249.

On Wednesday, the debate was held, and both major candidates showed up in-person. A number of the dungeon crashers also were present in the crowd. Most others simply watched it all on tv. A few topics were discussed, listed below.

Policy questions:

Currency issues-- Thoren: Encourage the adoption of the Credit, with an intermediate boondollar exchange program to avoid sudden economic collapse Dylan: Devaluation of all current currencies with the friendcoin instated as the official legal tender (Note: Friendcoin is a voidco cryptocurrency which has crashed in the past)

Labor-- Thoren: Encourages worker's rights and collaboration with unions Dylan: Prefers defined revenue quotas

The Legacy of Chronos-- Thoren: Examination of the old ways, keeping the good while changing the "ill-intentioned" Dylan: No changes expected, retains respect for the rich history

Child Labor-- Thoren: Advocates for responsible age limits Dylan: Denies the existence of child labor (even if he technically had at least one child slave on record)

Taxes-- Thoren: Wants to implement a sliding scale income tax based on percentages, an emphasis on avoiding hardship to taxpayers Dylan: would apply a sales tax to sold products

Natural Resources-- Thoren: Ordinary planting programs beyond grand nursery and incremental retrieval of reckoning-era seas via time travel Dylan: Wants to import resources from elsewhere using his own company

Squidfolk-- Thoren: Plans on reaching out to the Squidfolk in hopes of peace and reconciliation after centuries of separation Dylan: Has already contacted the Squidfolk and have promised them equal citizenship in return for their support (journalist's note: I do wonder if this is meant to sound so conditional the way its worded here)

Place of Residence during term-- Thoren: Will maintain a physical office location, visited when possible (how much this will be possible is unknown) Dylan: Feels no need to relocate, will likely stay based in the furthest ring

Maintenance of historical sites-- Thoren: Plans on granting protection to publicly recognized historical sites and hiring restoration experts via public funding Dylan: Plans on paying for restoration via general admission fees at each site

Encouragement of Repopulation-- Thoren: Plans to seek out ectobiology equipment after more resources are made available to the public, with an adoption program in place Dylan: stance unknown, dodged the question by complaining about potential objections over ectobiology

Support of foster children-- Thoren: Adoption program will involve an interview process and case workers, with a priority on child welfare Dylan: Dodged the question with the following statement: "If a family can't support children, then they shouldn't have gotten them in the first place."

Plans for Reconnecting with space-faring temporics-- Thoren: Will consider if this is publicly desired Dylan: No plans whatsoever

...Murder?-- Thoren: Illegal, with a focus on due process and representation to avoid false accusations Dylan: Illegal, with a number of loopholes and lawful avenues for excusing death under specific circumstances, supports capital punishment as well.

After this point, it was revealed publicly that Dylan had hired the poor 4 to assassinate Thoren, and Prince of Time Flux Emit showed a great deal of incriminating recorded footage on the big screen. Johnny made claims on Dylan's behalf, claiming that voidco was framed for most of the incidents in the footage. This didn't help all that much for Dylan's case. Soon after, Dylan had an epic breakdown and screeched for at least an entire minute. The massive tv screen threatened to fall, but Flux was able to undo the tv before it could fall, making it disassemble completely! It was at this point that the crowds were largely evacuated from the area. Dylan eventually left with Johnny, back into the shadows, but not before sneezing on him, and then sneezing towards Thoren. With that, Thoren made a final statement and concluded the debate. Thoren immediately took decontamination measures, just in case of contagion. They have thankfully not shown any sign of sickness.

With the end of the debate came the opening of the week long voting period, which will continue until wednesday night. Voting is handled by the archival terminals, located in every major settlement. Reportedly one has also been sent to "Squidlantis" recently, involving some amount of time travel. It is assumed that the visitation of that city will take place technically long after the voting period, as a result of the timeloop involved in the delivery of the final terminal.

In more mundane news, KAZ used the replicator to replicate some eyeballs, which promptly freaked him out upon replication. The eyeballs were taken by Brae Emit, who then sent them to Page of Mind Samm, who had requested the eyeballs in the first place.

Heir of Time Rise Emit returned home from the Hisui region in tears after a mission involving an orphaned growlithe hit too close to home. It is unknown when they will return to finish the mission, but it is assumed that it will need to be addressed eventually to solve the problems of the Cobalt Coastlands.

Bounty hunter Samus Kitten was briefly hospitalized after consuming her weight in oranges. She was discharged from the hospital later that same day.

It was later discovered that Plit Survivor Kale had not known how to operate a tv during his long stay at the same hospital, and was promptly given a tutorial and a list of interesting channels to watch. Rogue of Heart Charles, in the room right next to Kale's, has stated that it would be best if all refugees were given proper technological instructions upon arrival, as many of them come from places where many of the common technologies used here are not used where they came from. This week’s known market stands in Desertia Town:

Katie’s potion stand (*CaFAI filling in for Katie when unavailable)

shinyjiggly pokesnacks stand (ran by Rufus)

That should do it. I got tired and had to sleep halfway through writing, but at least I got my sleep. Work is progressing on the flash animation, but is going slow. Hopefully I can get back into gear soon. https://letssosl.boards.net/thread/380/charcherry-weekly-issue-148

[calswildflcwer]

Turn It Down ! ~ Part Four

Pairing : Madrigals x fem!reader (platonic).

Warnings : Foul language, cussing, feeling bad, hurt, self worry, overwhelming emotions, anxiety, panic attacks, hating her gift, disliking Abuela, parentless child.

Plot : When you were adopted into the Madrigal family, you were beyond lucky. You had a place to call home, you had a place to belong. You received a gift at age five, just like every other Madrigal kid, however, it feels more like a curse. And when the casita falls, your own feelings surprise even you.

Pronouns used : she/her for reader, all other respectable pronouns for Madrigals.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Think this’ll be around 3-4 parts but if you know my track record with series then you’ll know not to quote me on that.

Madrigal taglist : @samiiika, @try-cry-why-try, @camilos-mivida, @soumya-13, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose.

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Relief.

That’s all that you felt. Standing in the remnants of your once beloved home and all you could feel was relief. You stared around at the sad faces of your family, the brokenness that filled their eyes, the wonder of ‘where are we gonna live now?’. The pain. The hurt.

But all you could feel was a huge sense of relief wash over you. Finally, everything had gone quiet. Your gift was gone, the horror of living everyday knowing what people thought was over. The constant headaches, the anxiety, the panic attacks, it was over. It was all finally over. The world had finally turned itself down.

As you helped the family search for Mirabel who had seemingly ran away, you noticed Dolores trying to listen, wishing she still had her gift. Everybody was downhearted, and not just because of the missing teenager, they were sad because of the loss of their home, the loss of their miracle.

Mirabel was soon found as Cecilia, Juancho and Alejandra ran through the town letting everyone know that she’d been found.

You quickly made your way back to the wreckage site, thanking the loud seven year olds as you did. You watched as Mirabel began talking about a rebuild, however your focus soon shifted from her as Abuela glanced behind her, pointing out your father.

You stumbled backwards slightly in shock, being caught by Carlos who stood behind you, “Are you okay?” He whispered. You nodded, your eyes finding your father again as a few tears slipped down your cheeks whilst you watched his sisters embrace him. “Mija.” He whispered upon getting out of their embrace.

You stared at him, sprinting towards him and throwing yourself at him, causing him to stumble backwards slightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head into his shoulder, letting your tears pour. He held you tight, combing his fingers through your locks as he did, “It’s okay, mija. I’m here.” He whispered reassuringly.

You soon stepped back, “You left.” You stated bluntly. “You left me. You… You abandoned me.” You cried. “You didn’t come back for ten years. You didn’t take me with you. You just up and left.” Your voice becoming hoarse.

Bruno sighed before taking a deep breath as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I know, mija. I… I’m sorry.” He mumbled, watching as the tears trickled down your face. You stared down at the ground, your eyes focusing on a small piece of rubble as you sighed.

Everyone behind you immediately got to work on the rebuilding of the house, you walked past Bruno and sat on a bench, you leant forward; placing your elbows on your knees as you let your head fall into your hands.

Bruno turned to approach you, sitting on the bench as he stared at you, “I was always there, you know? Watching you, making sure you were okay. I never truly left you, mija. I couldn’t.” He said as he fidgeted with a loose thread on his ruana.

“Dolores always said she heard you, and I kept hearing your thoughts but I just assumed…” You began.

“You weren’t making it up, mi vida.” He let you know.

You sighed, “My life was a living hell, papá. Abuela… The thoughts that Abuela had, the way she just always thought the worst. It… I felt like I didn’t belong there. I felt like I was the devil incarnate.” You let him know. “Ten years I had to put up with her wishing that I’d gone too, I had to put up with hearing her thinking that I wasn’t important enough. Ten fucking years, it was hammered into my head that I would never be good enough in her eyes.” You told him, turning your tear stained eyes to meet his.

Bruno sighed, “I’m sorry, mija, but I’m here now and I’m not going to let mamá hurt you anymore.” He told you, placing a hand on top of yours and giving them a reassuring squeeze. You stared at him, watching as he raised his hands and wiped your tears away; cupping your cheeks before planting a kiss against your forehead.

You let out a sigh as a shadow came over the pair of you, you both lifted your heads seeing Abuela standing in front of you. “Mijo, Mirabel is asking for you.” She told Bruno.

He nodded, “R-right.” He said, rising to his feet. “I won’t be long, mija.” He told you, walking away as he did.

You watched him go before seeing Abuela sitting where your father was moments prior, your eyes stayed focused on the ground as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“Cariño…” Abuela began. You took a deep breath, turning your attention to the elder. “I’m so sorry for all the years of hurt I caused.” She whispered. “I… I never meant to make your life such a misery. I only ever wanted to keep the family safe, to keep our Encanto safe. I’m sorry for all of the bad thoughts and terrible things you heard from me over the years, I truly never meant to hurt you, cariño.” She told you.

You sighed, letting your tears pour as you stared at her, “I know that this was your coping mechanism, abuela and I know that you never truly meant to hurt me… And I… I think I forgive you. You know, it’s been so quiet without my gift and so it’s hard to tell if what you’re saying is true but I think that I forgive you. Just… Please stop. You know, if, by some miracle, the magic returns please just stop the horrible thoughts and the terrible way you treated me and Mirabel and Carlos and papá. We’re your family. I know you’re scared of losing us all but that isn’t gonna happen, we’re all here to stay.” You told her, giving her hands a reassuring squeeze.

She stared at you, “Thank you, cariño.” She smiled at you.

You sent a smile her way before standing up, “I, uh, I best go and help out. Don’t wanna be seen as slacking.” You chuckled.

Abuela nodded, “Okay, cariño.” She watched you walk away as a smile graced her features.

Casita was finally rebuilt, everybody gathered outside as Antonio handed Mirabel the doorknob. She walked down the pathway and placed the doorknob in the slot, your eyes widened as the house came back to life.

“No no no.” You whispered, stepping back away from the house.

‘Wow, wasn’t expecting that.’ You heard Mirabel’s thoughts.

‘Yay! The magic’s back!’ Antonio thought.

A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you covered your ears, you watched as your family members were pulled into the house.

“Mija, are you okay?” Bruno asked as you were dragged inside and stopped beside him; quickly noticing the tears down your cheeks.

‘Please tell me my baby is okay’ you heard his thoughts.

“M’fine, paps.” You mumbled, before he was pushed with Mirabel and the rest of the family to take a photo. You stared over before sprinting as fast as you could, your hands covered your ears as you sprinted towards your bedroom and slammed your door shut before throwing yourself on your bed and burying your face into your pillow and closing your eyes, letting your tears fall freely.

Bruno watched you run, he quickly planted a smile on his face for the photo before running up the stairs after you. He knocked on your bedroom door, “Go away!” He heard from the other side.

A sigh escaped his lips as he pushed the door open and stared at you, “Mija, what’s wrong?” He asked you.

You turned your head, staring at the older man. His heart broke at the sight of your red puffy eyes and tear stained face, “I don’t want it, papá. I don’t want this gift. I don’t want the magic back. I don’t have the same choice as you, I can’t choose not to use my gift. It’s always there and it’s always horrible. I don’t want it, it feels like a curse.” You cried out.

Bruno sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed as he combed his fingers through your locks, “Listen, mija, nobody will blame you if you want to spend most of your time in your bedroom now that the magic’s back. However, I’ll miss seeing mi hija around the house. Plus, if things ever get too much, you can always come and play in the sand in my room to cool off like you used to when you were a little girl.” He smiled at you.

You stared at him, chuckling slightly, “I was, like, six.” You giggled at him.

He chuckled along with you before nodding, “I know.” He smiled before sighing, “Listen, there’s a party happening downstairs because of the rebuild. I’d love to see you down there but if it’s too much, I understand. Just come down when you’re ready okay, and if the thoughts become too much, just let me know and we’ll get through it together.” He reassured you.

You nodded, closing your eyes slightly as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

You watched him go before letting out a sigh, you closed your eyes momentarily before sitting up and leaving your room, stopping on the balcony as you glanced down into the foyer where everybody seemed to be having fun, you let out a small sigh as a smile tugged at your features as you watched Pepa dragging Bruno under her hailstone cloud; making him dance with her. You giggled slightly as your father moved awkwardly.

Camilo and Carlos stood in the background drinking juice and watching the scene unfold, Mirabel danced with her parents, Antonio was racing around on Parce’s back, Isabela was in her splattered dress as she danced with Abuela, Dolores was dancing with Félix just behind Pepa and Bruno and Luisa was finally relaxing with a coconut drink as Pepa hailed down on everyone. You watched the scene with adoration, a soft smile painting itself onto your features.

This was your family. This was your home. This was your place of belonging.

~ Hey all! Hope you enjoyed this series! It wasn’t the best but I suck at platonic fics 😭😂 Lemme know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

[helloalycia]

secret relationship // wanda maximoff

summary: you're the daughter of the famous Black Widow, which comes with its own set of hurdles such as revealing to her that you're dating the newest Avenger that she also happens to be mentoring – Wanda Maximoff. What could go wrong?

warning/s: minor (implied) violence and injury

author's note: okay so the request was the reader is Natasha's daughter and is struggling to tell Natasha that she's dating Wanda. All I know is I got excited (as usual) and this happened so yeah, enjoy! Also, Wanda’s age is always a mystery to me since it’s interpreted differently with everyone, so I tried my best to explain the age gap between you and natasha so things made sense.

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"Did you know red onion and red cabbage is called 'red' instead of 'purple' because back in the old days, they didn't have enough words for colours so anything purple was defined as red?"

"The mission, Y/N," my mum, Natasha Romanoff, AKA Black Widow, scolded.

I sighed, my attention still focused on my surroundings and my gun directed ahead. "I know, I know. But did you know that the most common internet password is '123456'?"

"Y/N," Wanda, my girlfriend and teammate said with a laugh. "Stop it."

"Yeah, please, quit it," my mum added with an eye roll.

I smiled at Wanda, admiring how beautiful she looked when she hid her laugh. My mum wasn't aware we were dating, so I settled for sending her a playful wink before looking ahead.

I knew I had to focus on the mission – scouting out this abandoned HYDRA den – but it was boring. And it was obviously empty of any threats, so talking was my only pastime.

"Did you know the inventor of Pringles is buried in a Pringles can?" I said after a moment of silence, making my mum stop walking abruptly.

"Okay, you know what? New plan," she said, looking between Wanda and I. "Everyone split up. Take a look around. Stay alert. Keep in contact. Sound good?"

I quirked a brow. "You trying to get rid of me?"

She narrowed her eyes my way. "Yes."

I frowned, making Wanda crack a smile and nudge me in the shoulder.

"You need to learn to have an off button sometimes," she joked, her Sokovian accent shining through despite the voice lessons my mum was giving her. Honestly, I preferred her Sokovian accent to her American one.

"You love it," I teased, giving her a knowing smile, my mother completely unaware of the double meaning.

"Just do as I said," my mum said, already shooing me away. "Wanda, you know what to do. If you see or hear anything suspicious, use your comms."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff," Wanda said obediently, and I tried so hard to hold in laughter at her seriousness. I mean, it was great that she was respectful of my mother and her mentor, but God it was funny to witness.

"Once again, Wanda, you can just call me Nat," my mum said with a wince, trying to be polite. "Go on."

Wanda nodded and walked off, her gun raised as she'd practiced. I grinned at my mum, noticing the way she massaged her temple with mild agitation before her gaze fell to mine.

"Go. Now." She pointed behind me, and I stifled a laugh.

"Bet you love babysitting duty," I joked.

"It's not babysitting if I'm your mother," she pointed out. "Though sometimes, you make me regret not picking the baby instead of you."

"That baby would have been six years old now," I informed her. "If anything, I spared you the whole diaper thing and the outgrowing clothes thing and the– oh yeah! Not being able to speak thing!"

"At least they wouldn't be annoying me with stupid facts," she retorted, hand on her hip. "Now be a good agent and do your job."

I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing she was kidding. Whenever I annoyed her, she'd bring up the story of how it was between twelve year old me and a six-month old baby at the adoption centre. She was worried I'd view her as an older sister or something, hence her choice of adopting the baby instead. But I never did, as she was always way more mature than any twenty-seven year old I'd met or seen at the time. And maybe, I guess, I was really desperate to have a motherly figure, and she just happened to fit the bill.

"Aye, aye, Miss Romanoff," I saluted, making her raise an eyebrow threateningly. "Okay, geez, I'm going."

I wandered off, exploring the dishevelled HYDRA den with full focus. The brief clearly stated it was an abandoned site, but I stayed on alert anyway in case there were stragglers. As usual, I only got given half the facts because of my clearance level, so I knew we were looking for a hard drive, but I had no idea what was on it.

Being a seventeen year old working in S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't exactly how I saw my life going when I grew up in an orphanage. I honestly never thought I'd get adopted, as rumours spread quite quickly through the orphanage that once you hit double digits, nobody wanted you. So, when the beautiful, red-headed Natasha Romanoff came in, looking for an addition to her family, I felt like the luckiest kid in the world because she chose me of all the kids there.

I definitely didn't expect her to be the Black Widow, nor to teach me everything she knew about espionage, stealth, hand-to-hand combat and much more. She ensured I was multi-lingual like her, preparing me for the many S.H.I.E.L.D. missions I would have to go on. There were times when I absolutely despised her, particularly when she overtrained me or stopped me from seeing my friends. And there were times when I wished she'd never adopted me, hating that I couldn't have a normal teenage experience.

But when it came down to it, I knew I couldn't have asked for a more caring, considerate and compassionate mother. I learnt early on into our relationship that she was unable to have kids of her own, hence her interest in adoption. And honestly speaking? That was probably the worst thing in the world because if anybody deserved a child of their own, it was Natasha Romanoff. I guess, in that sense, I was lucky to have all of her love to myself.

Now that I was older, I came to appreciate how awesome she was, especially when we got to go on missions together and I saw her awesomeness upfront. The only thing was, she was extremely overprotective, so it was difficult to get sent on the dangerous missions. Though, I guess, whenever I did, she was always there to have my back and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Her overprotectiveness was also a reason why she didn't know about Wanda and I's relationship. Wanda had joined the Avengers a year ago after losing her brother in the battle against Ultron. She was a year older than me, so naturally we were drawn to each other, and before I knew it, our friendship became more. But of course, my mother could never know that. At least not yet.

"Empty here," I mumbled, rounding a corner into an empty room. As I looked through the rubbish on the desk, I continued, "Empty here... and here... and oh, look, here, too. What a surprise!"

"Y/N, I love you, but God help me I will kill you if you don't turn your damn mic off," my mother's voice came through my comms piece in my ear.

For once, I wasn't trying to piss her off, so I smiled sheepishly to myself and replied, "Sorry. Love you."

I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me in response, so continued to look around for the hard drive I saw on the brief. Still, there was nothing here.

My searching was interrupted when I heard a loud crash from a nearby room, like the sound of bricks tumbling against one another. I spun around, eyes widening with concern.

"Y/N? Wanda? What happened?" my mum's voice came through my ear, slightly reassuring me as it wasn't her who was caught up in anything. But then that meant–

"Wanda! What happened?" I replied worriedly, already rushing out of the room and to the source of the sound.

"I'm okay," Wanda's shaky voice came through my ear, which did nothing to ease my concern.

I found the room Wanda was in quite quickly, seeing her sat on the floor as if she'd been pushed. She had a deep cut on her forehead and looked visibly distressed. Running to her side, I kneeled down beside her and cupped her face, studying her head.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" The words tumbled from my mouth so quickly I wasn't sure if it was understandable.

She nodded slowly, accepting my hand and holding it for reassurance. I followed her gaze, seeing a hole in the wall ahead, bricks crumbling and dust beginning to settle. Laying on the floor through the hole and into the next room was a HYDRA soldier, clearly dead from the impact of hitting the bricks.

Wanda's power was magnificent, but hard to control. A year later and she was still learning its limits, but sometimes slip-ups like this happened. I was, admittedly, in awe of her actions.

"I'm sorry, I should have kept him alive like Miss Ro– Nat said," Wanda apologised suddenly, and I looked back at her to see her shaking her head. "He just– he startled me and I didn't know what I was doing until it happened. I thought–"

"Don't apologise," I cut her off, squeezing her hand gently, before looking back to the cut on her forehead. "I'm just glad you're okay. You did good."

Despite my words, I bit my lower lip to contain a frown, worried about her cut.

"Damn."

Wanda and I both turned to the doorway to see my mum, who stopped and took in the sight of the hole in the wall with partial surprise and partial amazement.

"Mum, we need to get her back to the quinjet," I said, pulling her attention away from the wall. She approached me as I said, "She needs medical assistance."

I didn't let go of Wanda's hand as I moved to the side for my mum to take a look. Gently guiding Wanda's chin to the side, she took a closer look at the gash on her forehead, expression showing nothing as usual.

"You'll be okay, honey," she reassured, letting go. Her eyes drifted to our connected hands briefly, but I figured she wouldn't piece anything together, so I didn't let go. She continued, "Let's get out of here. There's no hard drive anyway."

Wanda nodded and my mum and I helped her to stand up, me still not letting go of her hand.

"The hard drive is on him," Wanda spoke suddenly, nodding to the dead HYDRA agent. "I heard his thoughts before I– yeah."

My mum raised her brows with surprise. "Oh. Perfect. Y/N get the drive and let's go."

I pursed my lips, glancing at Wanda with concerned eyes. She gave me a small, reassuring smile, squeezing my hand subtly before letting go.

"Right, yeah," I said, swallowing hard.

I looked back to my mum, who seemed to be studying my expression, so I cleared my throat and left to get the drive. When I retrieved it, I jogged after Wanda and my mum, checking in on her with a small smile, before leading the way to the quinjet.

When we boarded the plane, I hung around Wanda and my mum as she helped the brunette to take a seat in the back. I noticed Wanda's momentary dizziness as she sat down and felt my chest tighten.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked, kneeling before her as my mum got the first aid kit.

Wanda gave me an endearing smile as I swiped at the blood dripping down her forehead.

"I'll be alright," she said, holding my gaze with comforting green eyes before they flickered to behind me.

"Okay, Y/N, stop hanging about and start the plane whilst I stitch Wanda up," my mum said, appearing from behind me and kneeling beside me.

I nodded, glancing between the needle, thread and disinfectant in her hands and Wanda's head. Reluctantly, I got up and left them both to it as I started up the plane and got us in the air. Once we were in the clear, I flicked on autopilot before heading back to Wanda and my mum to see how things were going.

"We'll have someone look at it properly when we get back to the tower," my mum was saying to Wanda, who was now stitched up and wearing a small bandage, "but it'll hold up for now." With a playful smile, she added, "You're not dying on me just yet."

Wanda cracked a smile and whilst I appreciated how lovely it was to see their closeness in a way I never usually saw, I was still troubled by her injury. Logically, I knew she'd be okay, but it never felt good to see her injured.

"Plane is on autopilot," I announced, making my presence known. My eyes never left Wanda's bandage as I asked, "Everything okay here?"

"You need to calm down," my mum joked, making me look her way. "It's not that serious. Just some stitches."

I smiled awkwardly, but I knew it was much more than that.

"Yeah, relax, it's not a big deal," Wanda added playfully.

Her eyes met mine and I knew she was communicating the same thing through her gaze, holding a seriousness that wasn't able to be shared verbally because of my mum's presence. I tilted my head, giving her a knowing look; she knew I was aware of how big a deal it was. All I wanted to do was give her a hug and kiss and not leave her side until she felt better. And she knew that.

"I'm gonna go fly the plane," my mum said suddenly, and I almost forgot she was standing there until she spoke up. "We'll get back to base quicker..."

I glanced at her, mildly confused at her sudden change of expression. She headed to the front of the quinjet, leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Seriously though, you should relax," Wanda said, sounding like she did when it was just her and I and nobody else. She had an amused smile on her lips as she watched me worry. "I'm fine. All stitched up."

I licked my lips, sulking, as I dragged myself over to the seat beside her. She laced our fingers together, pressing a kiss to the top of my hand before facing me with an easygoing smile.

"I'm fine," she repeated gently, lovingly, sweetly.

I offered her a small smile, before leaning forward to press a kiss to her bandage. "I know. Just don't worry me like that. Especially in front of my mum. I can't take it."

"It's cute," she noted, amusement returning. "It means a lot to know someone cares."

My shoulders relaxed. "I care too much. So, please don't test that."

She laughed and I felt my heart flutter in my chest, never getting used to the sound.

"I promise not to," she said, looking up at me through her lashes.

I leaned my head on her shoulder and kept ahold of her hand, staying with her until we arrived back at base. My mum flew us the whole way back, only coming to get us once we landed. I knew I should have left Wanda's side as to not raise suspicion with my mum, but I couldn't find it in myself to do so. I just hoped she would interpret it as two concerned friends rather than her daughter having a secret girlfriend.

"You should head to the medical wing to get checked out properly," my mum said once we were back at the tower, looking to Wanda.

"Yeah," I agreed a little too eagerly. "I'll go with you."

My mum gave me a curious look. "I mean, that's not necessary."

Wanda must have sensed my eagerness, as she said, "I'd appreciate the company, actually. I don't mind."

She shot me a subtle smile, eyes bright with reassurance.

"I'm happy to accompany you, Wanda," my mum offered, and I felt my mouth go dry.

"It's okay, mum," I said suddenly, making her look to me with pursed lips. "You can go debrief and I'll make sure Wanda is cool with everything."

Glancing between us, my mum finally nodded. "I see. I guess I'll see you both later then." She paused, looking between us once more, before adding, "You did good today. Both of you."

I looked down to my shoes as Wanda shot her a grateful smile. She walked away, leaving us be, and I immediately intertwined my fingers with Wanda's as the two of us headed to the medical wing.

"You may as well write desperate on your forehead," she teased with a beautiful smile.

"So funny," I said sarcastically, though a smile of my own was present. "Let's just get you checked out."

"If it means you'll stop pouting, then sure."

"Real jokester you are. Hilarious, honestly."

Her laughter surrounded me like a warm hug and I could have listened to it forever.

—

Since our mission together, I noticed the distance my mum was putting between her and I, and I had no idea why. I thought I was overthinking it and seeing things that weren't there, so I didn't follow up with it until one evening.

It was a rare occurrence for all of the Avengers to be at the tower at once, so when they were, we'd all have a 'family' dinner for some normalcy. Only, this time, I noticed how strange my mum was acting whenever I spoke to her. She'd either act super dismissive or give one word answers to my questions – once again, I wasn't sure if I was seeing things.

After dinner, everyone went their separate ways and Wanda and I stayed in the living-area to watch some TV. Though it was playing, the volume was lowered and neither of us were watching it. We were just talking about random stuff and enjoying each other's company.

"Okay, how about this one?" I said to Wanda, turning so I was facing her, a grin on my lips. "What did the clock do when it was hungry?"

As with all of my other attempts at making Wanda laugh, she stared at me with an amused smile and a quirked brow.

"Say it...," I encouraged, motioning for her to speak with my hand.

She sighed. "Okay, what did the clock do when it was hungry?" Mumbling, she added, "Even though clocks don't eat..."

I slapped her leg playfully. "Sshhh, you'll ruin the joke. And the answer is, they go back four seconds!"

Wanda didn't laugh, but she seemed entertained as she hid a smile. "Seriously?"

"Because of the number 'four' and the word 'for'," I explained. "C'mon, that's a good one!"

"D'you think you're funny?" she asked, eyeing me playfully. "Because you're not."

I shrugged, playing it off like I wasn't fussed. "I mean, I don't know about that... how about now?"

Before she could question me, I moved forward and began to tickle her sides, watching as she squirmed with laughter.

"Stop it!" she shouted, but her smile was as wide as ever as she was unable to stifle her laughter. "P-please! Y/N!"

"But you said I wasn't funny!" I retorted with a grin, practically straddling her as she attempted to push me off her. "I'm just checking if you still think that!"

Wanda was crying now, tears escaping the corners of her eyes as she continued to laugh. "I'm s-sorry! Y/N, stop!"

Before I could think how to respond, the doors to the living-area opened and in walked Steve Rogers AKA Captain America, a confused expression on his face as he saw me sat on Wanda.

"Hey, ladies," he greeted, raising an eyebrow. "You both good?"

I pulled my hands away from Wanda and breathed out, still smiling as I glanced down at her. She blew a strand of hair from her eyes and glared at me playfully.

"Yeah, just talking," I answered Steve, before being thrown off Wanda and to the floor with a thud.

"Just Y/N harassing me as usual," Wanda corrected, and I sat up to see her sitting up, too, fixing her hair.

Steve chuckled as he headed to the fridge in the connected kitchen. Wanda helped me back onto the couch, nudging me in the side as a response to the tickle fest, before leaning on me and stretching her legs across the couch.

"So, hey, what's up with you and your mum?" Steve asked as I continued to annoy Wanda by flicking her face.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not looking up as I grinned down at Wanda, watching as her eyes glowed red threateningly.

"Don't make me hurt you," she said teasingly, lifting a hand and summoning her powers, red wisps of energy becoming present.

I stopped flicking her and intertwined her hand in mine, watching as her eyes faded to its usual colour.

"She just seemed distant at dinner," Steve continued.

I looked up and saw he was leaning against the counter with a water bottle in his hand. Wanda continued to stretch, practically on top of me, probably to annoy me as I had been doing with her. I moved her hands out of my face as I nodded to Steve.

"So, you saw it too? She was being off, right?" I asked him, glad I wasn't just imagining things.

He nodded, gulping his water, before saying casually, "Definitely. What did you do? Finally tell her about you and Wanda?"

It took me a second to realise what he'd said, but when I did, my eyes widened and I spluttered out a terrible response. "What– what about Wanda and I?"

I glanced at Wanda as she began to sit up properly. She looked more confused than panicked.

"You know, that you're together," Steve said like it was obvious.

I cleared my throat. "What? Why would you think that?"

Steve smiled with confusion. "Wait, so you're not? But I thought–" He paused, pulling a face. "No, you are! Everybody thinks you are!"

I shrugged it off, though inside I was panicking. "I mean, even if that was the case, why do you think my mum knows?"

Steve nodded knowingly. "She's been off with you all night. And then I caught up with her after dinner and she wasn't in a very talkative mood. Just mumbled something like 'new girl, her age, pretty, nice, should have seen it coming'. I assumed she was talking about Wanda."

Heat crept up my neck with embarrassment and when I looked to Wanda, I saw her cheeks dusting a red colour, similar to the energy she could summon. She looked as flustered as I felt.

"Has your mum been okay with you before today?" Steve asked, trying to be helpful.

I chewed on my lower lip and shook my head. "Not since we got back from our last mission..."

Steve scrunched his face with sympathy. "Oof. You should probably talk to her then. You know how much she hates secrets."

I groaned internally. "Thanks for the reminder."

He saluted playfully, his stupid smile on his stupid face, before leaving Wanda and I alone again.

"Well, looks like she knows," I said to Wanda, sinking into the couch with hopes it would swallow me forever.

"She might not," Wanda tried to make me feel better, resting a hand on my leg. "It could be something else."

I gave her a knowing look. "She has to know. It's the only thing that makes sense. You heard Steve."

Wanda sighed, sinking into the couch beside me. "Yeah..." She glanced at me and I looked at her as she said, "I did tell you to tell her."

I forced a smile. "Gee, Wanda, that was helpful. Thanks."

Wanda rolled her eyes before leaning her head on my shoulder. "Sorry..."

I rested my hand on hers. "It's okay, sorry. I just– she's gonna be really mad that I kept this from her."

"Yeah, why did you do that again?" Wanda asked questioningly.

I massaged the tension between my eyebrows. "Because she's too overprotective. It gets too much to handle sometimes... Take my last boyfriend for example. He was some tool that cheated on me and, oh boy, my mum wanted to kill him. I had to physically restrain her from doing so."

"I don't blame her," Wanda quipped, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

I smiled a little, squeezing her hand. "I know... she ended up slashing his tyres and egging his car without telling me. But instead of egging the outside, she broke into it and egged the inside. A thoughtful take on a classic, I must admit."

Wanda laughed, her whole body shaking with pure amusement as she listened to the story. I couldn't help but smile myself, remembering it like it was yesterday. Definitely a fun time.

"I appreciated it, don't get me wrong," I added, smile fading. "I just didn't want that to happen again. I wanted to enjoy our relationship without anyone spying on us, y'know? But now she's gonna be super angry."

Wanda let go of my hand and rolled on top of me, leaning down on my chest so she could look me in the eyes. I wrapped my arms loosely around her to keep her steady.

"She only wants the best for you," Wanda told me gently. "You have to tell her you're sorry. Explain why you did what you did, but hear her out, too. She's your mum. Caring too much isn't a bad thing."

I groaned, knowing she was right. She smiled reassuringly, patting my chest.

"You get the caring too much thing from her by the way," she added, before leaning forward and pressing a haste kiss to my lips. "It's okay though because I love it."

I smiled, never really seeing it like that. Raising my hand, I brushed my thumb over the small bandage on her head; her injury was still healing, but she didn't let it bother her. Very Wanda-like.

"Thanks," I mumbled, meeting her gaze. "You always say the right thing."

"Which is why I'm going to tell you to get up and go to your mum," she ordered playfully, pushing herself off me and holding out her hand.

I let her pull me up before straightening up and taking a deep breath. Wanda was right. I just needed to be open and explain my piece. It would be fine.

—

So, it wasn't fine.

When I entered my mum's living quarters, she wasn't the happiest to see me. In fact, she actively turned her body to face her TV when I came through the door.

"Hey," I started with a small smile, fighting the nerves in my stomach. "Can we, er, can we talk?"

She grabbed the cushion on the couch next to her, hugging it to her chest. Her eyes didn't leave the TV, but the space next to her was free, so I took that as an opportunity to close the door and sit beside her.

The news was playing on the TV – headlines, I think – and they were talking about a new elected congressman in New York.

"Seriously? The news? Even in your free time?" I asked playfully, hoping it would lighten the mood.

She didn't even glance my way as she muttered, "I like to know what's happening in the world."

Losing my smile, I straightened up and cleared my throat. "Right, right..."

It went quiet as the TV played in the background and my mum said absolutely nothing. I grabbed the other cushion on the couch and hugged it to my chest, similar to her. It was a nervous habit that I picked up from, well, from her.

"You said you wanted to talk?" she reminded me. "So, talk."

Having the Black Widow as your mother wasn't something anyone could get used to. She could be the most caring, loving, protective person in the world, but she could also appear quiet, intimidating and ruthless like the trained assassin she was. Not the greatest combination when trying to open up to her.

"I think I know what you're thinking," I started, pinching my hand to distract from my growing anxiety.

Without hesitation, she bent forward to grab the TV remote and turned it off before turning to me with sad eyes.

"That's where you're wrong," she said calmly, and it was way worse than her yelling. I would have preferred her yelling to be honest. The disappointment in her voice was much worse. "You always assume you know what I'm thinking. What I'm going to say or do."

I avoided her eyes guiltily. "Mum, look, I know that I should have told you the truth. And I know how angry you are, but–"

"I'm not angry, Y/N!" she shouted, finally, standing up off the couch and creating space between us.

I winced. "You sound angry."

She put her hands on her hips, looking down to her feet and taking a breath. Her voice at normal volume, she said, "I'm upset. You– you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth. Instead, I had to put it together when you acted how you did with Wanda after that mission and..." She paused, sighing. "Forget it."

"No, keep going," I pleaded, the guilt piercing through me sharply. "You're right."

She swallowed hard, glancing at me with glassy eyes. "I wouldn't have done anything. I know I have in the past, but this is Wanda we're talking about. I've been her mentor for a year. I care about her and– and– she's good. And she's good for you."

Okay, I definitely misread this whole thing because now my mum was upset, on the verge of tears, and I was the arsehole responsible for it.

"I'm so sorry," I said, standing up and moving forward to hold her arms. "I should have trusted you. I mean, it wasn't even about trust. I was just scared you'd react badly. But it wrong of me to assume that."

She frowned, looking down to her shoes. "I know I can be tough sometimes, but it's only because I care."

I thought back to Wanda's words and gave her a small smile. "I know. I get it from you."

"I am happy for you, you know," she said, glancing at me petulantly.

My expression softened. "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you."

Without another word, she pulled me in for a motherly hug, making me close my eyes and relax in her arms. I still felt horrible for making her feel like I couldn't trust her when it was anything but that.

"I'm sorry," I repeated quietly into her shoulder.

"I forgive you," she said, before pulling away and giving me a small smile. "Now tell me. You're happy?"

The thought of being with Wanda gave me butterflies and I couldn't help but smile in response. With a nod, I said, "I am."

She nodded, squeezing my shoulders gently before fully letting go. "Good. I'm glad you've got her... I know you can take care of yourself, but she's strong, too. She can look out for you when I'm not around anymore."

I shoved her in the shoulder. "Don't joke about that. She isn't replacing you and you're not going anywhere, you hear me?"

She laughed, nodding. "Not yet anyway. But sure, okay."

I relaxed and gave her a nervous smile. "So, you wanna meet Wanda? Like, as my girlfriend and not your student?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "If I must."

I smiled widely, grabbing her hand and leading her to the door. "She loves you a lot, y'know. She wanted me to tell you about us as soon as we got together. She hated lying to you."

"Yeah because she knows that lying is wrong," she teased me, making me groan loudly. With a chuckle, she added, "I love her, too. She's definitely something."

"Hell yeah she is," I said in agreement, grinning to my mum as I dragged her to the living-area where I last left Wanda.

On the way, we passed Steve in the hall, who took notice of the smiles on our faces and nodded knowingly.

"Glad to see you worked it out," he said supportively.

"Thanks for the heads up," I told him gratefully as we passed him.

When we reached the living-area, I saw Wanda sat on the couch watching TV. When she saw who entered, she straightened up instantly, moving to stand and unsure what else to say or do. It was cute, the respect she had for my mum.

"Did you– I– She told you?" she stumbled over her words, starting to speak to me but eventually looking to my mum.

My mum glanced at me before meeting Wanda's nervous eyes. "She did."

Wanda licked her lips anxiously. "And you're okay with it...? Angry...? Wanna kill me...?"

I watched my mum, nodding encouragingly to her. She sighed before giving Wanda a small smile.

"No killing will be necessary," she reassured my girlfriend. "Unless, of course, you break my daughter's heart. Then in which case, I may have to find you when you're sleeping."

"Mum!" I complained, face falling into my hands with embarrassment.

"I'm just being truthful," my mum said with seriousness, before looking to Wanda expectantly.

Wanda surprisingly took it well, probably used to my mum's personality after training with her for a year. "I understand completely, Nat and I'll hold you to that. I have no intention of breaking Y/N's heart."

A rare, genuine smile appeared on my mother's lips. "I know you don't. Just–" She paused, glancing at me. "Keep her safe, yeah? She's a bit stupid sometimes."

Wanda laughed as my mum smiled with amusement, like it was an inside joke.

"Right here, you know," I reminded them with a wave of my hand.

They only rolled their eyes.

"I will," Wanda promised my mum. "Thank you for being okay with this."

My mum nodded, giving us both a final smile and once over, before saying, "I'll leave you to it. Goodnight."

Wanda and I bid our goodnights, watching her leave before a giant sigh of relief escaped our lips.

"You feel better?" Wanda asked me, grabbing my hand and tugging me to the couch.

She let me fall on her chest easily, snuggling up to her as she wrapped an arm around me and held me close. I inhaled her perfume, a familiar and comforting scent, as my head rested in the crook of her neck.

"I feel better," I answered, closing my eyes and letting her intertwine our fingers.

"I believe this is the part where you say I was right," she prompted, a hint of amusement in her words.

"Don't make me hurt you," I mumbled, making her laugh quietly beneath me.

"You're lucky I love you," she said, kissing the top of my head. "I guess opposites do attract. You're the stupid one and I'm the clever one."

"Wanda?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck off."

She laughed again, and even though it was at me, I couldn't help the content smile from spreading on my lips.

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SCP Scenarios: When you're pregnant

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SCP 073 (Cain)

I think Cain is that sort of guy who would be somewhat sus when it comes to you being pregnant

Like he's pretty intelligent and has witnessed some symptoms and heard pregnancy stories from the site he resides in

He's probably as cared for them too, for example, telling them to rest and bringing them some food that's available in the canteen

I'd say Cain already has adopted some fatherly aspect already since he would've been one of the oldest SCPs and has helped younger recruits (and he's Abel older brother but we aren't gonna talk about that)

If you haven't told him already, or you didn't know yet since it was still too early, he would probably think that you might be pregnant based on your diet and attitude, but he wouldn't be too sure

If you did find out and told him, he would definitely be happy af and can't even wait to see his newborn child

However, if you knew but didn't tell him, he probs wouldn't pressure you by asking too much to begin with, but would after a while though

If you wanted an abortion, Cain would be devastated, but after some time talking and you still want an abortion, then he'd respect your choice (Cuz y'all are too damn young to start a family and y'all are broke af and aren't even out of school/college/uni)

Besides, you both visit 191 (Cyborg child) quite often and she sees you both as her parents anyway, so there's that

When you both do decide to keep the child, Cain would be the most attentive and overbearing partner to have ever imagined and wouldn't even let you lift up a finger

Sometimes he's even rubbing your belly and talk to the unborn baby

You're basically his queen and you're the only one who is allowed to boss him around (Except for when he's doing some test stuff, but even then, he kinda has the option to say 'no')

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

Unlike Cain, Abel do be thicc in the head

Like, he's so dense that he wouldn't know what to do when you're pregnant

Not to say that's he's extremely stupid because he's not

It's just that he doesn't know much about pregnancy

So you and some others would have to tell him about you being pregnant

And maybe even Cain (If he's not trying to kill Cain ofc)

He would be shocked and happy when you have announced your pregnancy

And I guess Abel would just be the definition of overbearing

Because he would be extremely protective about you, hostile around others unless it's your doctor visiting you, and wouldn't let you move an inch away from him without him being there

He's such an overprotective tsundere

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Alright, so we can all agree that 999 is a sugar daddy

Cus he like really sugary things and he's now officially a dad to an unborn baby

So yeah, 999 is a sugar daddy

He probably doesn't know much about being pregnant, but he's quite attentive and sweet

Not overly overbearing, more so worried

Definitely, the type of dad to rub your belly and sing

Would definitely ask for some parenting books and advice so he'll be an amazing dad

And definitely not the type to raise his voice at the slightest when his kids are out

If you were craving savoury foods, he would run to the researchers and ask for some

Heck, he'd even try and eat some with you

If you were craving sweeter foods or a combination of both, he'd give you some of his and he'd still eat them with you

SCP 682 (Hard to Destroy Reptile)

682 is a little bit like Abel when it comes to you announcing your pregnancy

Like he barely knows much about being pregnant and what to do

He'd most likely notice a slight change in your scent when you're only a few weeks in but wouldn't really question it much

682 would be so confused about you being pregnant

Like how?

I'd say he seemed somewhat emotionless, to begin with, but then slowly enjoys the idea of fathering your child

But he wouldn't admit it of course

But if you wanted an abortion during the start, he'd be completely cool with it though

682 would be clueless on what to do with your cravings and mood swings, but he's good at warding off unwanted visitors and being overly protective

You'd probably have to hold him back from attacking the doctors when they're checking up on you though

He'd definitely let you pet him more often as he nuzzles against your belly (*Ahem* You sure you're pregnant and not just f- nvm)

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

The only reason why 035 would be slightly sus of you being pregnant would be because of your change in behaviour

Body language and personality can't lie, especially you since he knows you too well (And you suck at lying anyways)

He's also good at manipulating others and has amazing acting skills, so he'd know all about body language

If you didn't know, then 035 wouldn't ask since he's not entirely sure, unless you act more like being a pregnant woman then he would probably drop some hints like 049 and would likely ask you to take a test

I'd assume he would ask his good old friend, 094, to check your pregnancy before requesting for the Foundation doctors

Only because he trusts the bird doctor with necrophilia to examine you first

035 would be a little more protective than usual but he wouldn't be extremely overbearing since he allows you the option to express your emotions and desires

Like the others, he would rub your belly and talk to the unborn child

And he would tell it stories from his days and how he had met you

SCP 105 (Iris)

I imagine her as just like every other person but with a little bit more understanding bout having kids

She would often at times read pregnancy books and blogs, so no worries on her end

When you told her that you were pregnant she was filled with joy with a dash of anxiety

I feel like Iris would be similar to Cain since she gives of the protective older sister vibes

So she most likely would do everything for you and you don't even get a say in it

And since she also a female, she'd follow you into the toilets too, like an extremely overprotective Doberman

Definitely would massage you and read/sing to your swollen stomach (Again, are you sure you're pregnant?)

Iris would also take loads of random photos of you during your pregnancy and would plan to show those pictures to your future child

Would definitely spoil you rotten to the core

SCP 106 (Old Man)

This old man really do be an old man

Like, he's that type of grandad who would give his kids family advice (but he was a virgin til he met you)

Except that he never had an actual child, but he does have some understanding when it comes to children (Cuz he's a perv)

He probably doesn't really know what to do to help you when you're pregnant

But he could use his pocket dimension, so that's a plus

I'd assume that he would try his absolute best and reads some pregnancy guides

If you had cravings, he would steal some food for you

He would probably run away if you were having mood swings and would actually ask some researchers for help

This is a surprise but they found it quite entertaining anyways

106 would be protective but not as much as Abel or 682 since he knows that you have boundaries and he doesn't want his head chopped off

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

This SCP right here is pretty dense when it comes to pregnancy

If you needed something, he would literally break out of his containment just to get it for you

Which is a shocker when it happened the first few times

He was shocked yet happy and cried when you announced your pregnancy

096 would literally be jumping up and down a lot and everyone else thought he was high

He wouldn't really know what he could do to help so he'll just sit there

Probably needs some Jesus cuz you were about to murder him and nobody has ever seen 096 so scared before

The researchers and medics would have to help poor 096 from getting killed by you and would direct him into the right path to fatherhood

It's even worse if you end up having a daughter because she'll probably inherit your wrath

Would be protective

I'd assume he's like an obedient large dog of some sort

Like if you told him to stop he would, even if he's mid-way killing someone

Dr Jack bright

Jack may seem hella goofy and dense, but he's actually a really intelligent and serious guy who cares about everyone around him

And he's rather observant too, so you can't exactly fool him by saying you're not pregnant (Even though you aren't cuz you're having a food baby)

He would notice the symptoms and all and would most likely know what to do with kids

Bright lives up to his name when it comes to you because you make his heart flutter and he'd do anything to keep you happy and safe

Even more so now that you're pregnant with his child

He would be protective since he's aware of each of the SCPs and he knows that he's needed in many of the facilities so he'd travel a lot

Whenever you cant follow him, he would make sure to assign someone who he can trust to help and protect you (yes, sometimes you have a Clef looking out for you, but he's chill and he has a kid so he would more often than not, give you some life advice)

Jack already decided that Clef would be the godfather of both your child and they can definitely play with 166 when they're a little older

Definitely gives you the best medic to help treat your pregnancy and would spoil you a lot

Dr Simon Glass

Although he doesn't directly work with the medics, he is well aware of you being pregnant

He would drop hints if you didn't know already and would even nurture you a little more than usual

Qween of the mother hens is Simon's middle name and would read some pregnancy books in his free time

Would 100% care for you and would lookout for signs of discomfort

Don't even hide your pain away from him because he'd definitely know and wouldn't be impressed that you're hiding it

Glass is a psychologist after all and knows about boundaries, so although he's protective, he would let you have some space if you need

One time you almost tore off his head because he was being slightly too overbearing and you just wanted some peace and quiet

Glass would definitely check up on you in between sessions and you would bring some food to eat with him

Would massage you even though you didn't ask for it and would even praise you for being this far into the pregnancy

Sometimes, he'd ask a couple of his friends to look after you, like Kondraki and Light

He'd avoid Bright and Clef unless necessary

There are times when you have some SCPs visiting you, like Cain, Iris, 999 and 131

Has decided that Diogenes would be the godmother/father of your child

Dr Alto Clef

Clef would act stupid and wouldn't say a thing if he notices you being pregnant

Unless it's been a few months then he would get slightly worried and be more straightforward

If you did announce your pregnancy, he'd be hella happy and would surprise 166 that she's going to have a younger sibling

166 is rather happy which is good since she gets along with you anyways

Although he's a good liar, you're the only other person, besides 166, he's completely honest with

Clef would be quite supportive of you and would even scare off anyone who comes a little too close to you

If he has to leave your side then he would let Bright lookout for you since he's a goofy mess anyways

Or it'll be Kondraki, Glass or Light

Sometimes 166 would be over to talk to the unborn baby and help decorate the baby room

Would request taking him off missions or at least reduce it to fewer ones

Only because he wants to be by your side at all times

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

Kondraki would be one of the best dads

And more normal dads besides Glass

Would definitely tell you all the dad jokes and never runs out

He'd be taken aback when you told him you were pregnant

Definitely has prepared himself with a ton of baby books and how to parent guides

Would even ask his friends and colleagues about pregnancy and newborns

Like he can handle SCPs but not children

Most of the time he would just go to Glass for help and sometimes he'd be yeeted to Clef

Kondraki would reluctantly go to Clef, and yes, he does tease Kondraki but would give him some advice anyways since he already has a kid

Probably would make Glass the godfather and/or Light as the godmother

He would be protective like any others

Benjamin is the definition of overbearing, but that's fine because he'll back down whenever you point it out or try to chew off his brains for being so dense at times

[thebeautyoffanfics]

(Platonic) Miya and f!reader

a/n: miya is my favorite bc he reminds me of my cat <3 also, even as someone who doesn’t want kids, i’d genuinely adopt miya if i could. anything to just. ruffle his hair. Yes this is catered specially to myself <3

warnings: none <3

word count: 965

Ok, I know we already have our lovely main characters to be like family to Miya. Kaoru’s the mom, Kojiro’s the dad, Reki and Langa are his big brothers, and Shadow is the babysitter. We knew that. But, do you see a big sister figure? I certainly don’t. That’s where (Y/N) comes in!!

You probably met Miya at S, and there’s a chance you’d heard of him before. Either way, seeing such a little boy skate better than you could at that age was insanely impressive. However, it wasn’t until your friend Reki befriended the cat-hoodie wearing boy that you actually got to talk to him.

Seeing Reki mess around with the kid made you that much more comfortable, and, right from the get-go, you smothered him in headpats and face-squishes. As the two of you grew more comfortable around each other, the affection grew as well, both of you well aware that it was platonic.

While Reki and Langa typically did their own thing after school, you found yourself popping into Kojiro’s restaurant to try and spot Miya. Most of the time, he’d be sitting there, playing a game- and, if he wasn’t, you could expect to spot him practicing at a skatepark, sometimes with Reki and Langa.

One day, eating something small you ordered from the restaurant with Miya, you found yourself laughing. You’d paid for the kid’s meal and your own, and noted that he might as well be your son- despite the fact that you weren’t too much older than he was.

“Hah. Obviously, Kaoru would be my mom- he’s got my respect, and is basically married to the dad, Kojiro. You’re more like a big sister… or grandma, since you spoil me more than a sister would.”

“Please don’t call me grandma-”

“Granny (Y/N).”

He definitely started calling you “granny (Y/N)” for a while after that- however, one time he did accidentally call you “nee-chan”. You may have had a bit of a heart attack, nearly crushing the boy in a hug, but he shrugged it off- though embarrassed- and it began to stick a bit more after that.

If Miya ever starts to call you nee-chan, expect Reki to join in- if he does, it won’t take long for Langa to join in as well- after that, everyone else joined in as well. Heck, even when cheering you on at S, they’d be cheering for their big sister. Before you knew it, “nee-chan” stuck better than your S name. Be prepared for a bit of teasing from strangers at S, but also for others’ to call you “nee-chan.”

Should Miya ever hear a stranger call you that, he’d give them a funny look, probably saying “she’s my nee-chan. Not yours.” Although very sarcastic, you still ruffled his hair, laughing like a proud big sister would. Ignoring your affection as he was very used to it by then, he’d tell you that it was funny that strangers called you big sister. For a while, he’d laugh about how it all came from you wanting one person (himself) to call you that.

As much as you love (platonically) and care for the boy, he’s well aware of that love, and occasionally uses it to his advantage. If the two of you are at a store, he’ll see a game he wants and glance at you, showing you said game. He’d pretend to be hesitant about it, but it’s just an act- as he asks you if you had enough money to buy just oooone game. And who can say no to his sweet little face? Not you, surely? Of course not-

Despite exploiting your love for games, Miya really does find himself growing fond of you. Having you around began to feel more and more normal, and, after a while, seeing Miya outside of school without (Y/N) (or vice versa) was a strange site. He’d call you often if the two of you couldn’t meet up, usually just continuing on with whatever he was doing before the call. You’d do the same, simply enjoying the fact that your precious little brother enjoyed your company.

Your parents better get used to having a child in their home, because Miya would eventually start to make your home his own. If the restaurant was too busy/closed/boring, and Miya wasn’t feeling up for practice, you’d sometimes take him to your home and lay out on the couch, turning on a movie and playing games with him. On the other hand, you’d been to his house maybe once- he explained to you that he wasn’t comfortable bringing friends to his home, since his parents had some ‘expectations’ for him. Miya was much more comfortable at your house, since he could be more himself, and you certainly didn’t mind. Heck, if your parents wouldn’t think you too insane, you’d probably find yourself introducing Miya as their grandson so that they wouldn’t think you were suddenly dating a 12 year old.

Ah!! While he’d get a bit embarrassed for a while, Miya also soon grows used to your affection. He’s almost catlike, trying to not smile whenever you ruffle his hair or pull on his face. Despite his precious attempts to hide his smile, it was clear that he didn’t entirely mind the way you babied him. Sure, you’re aware he’ll have to grow up at one point- some day he’d probably be taller than you, and at one point he probably will push your hands if you try to touch his hair or face- but that doesn’t matter. Because, as far as you’re concerned, he’s currently your little brother. He always will be, and you trust that he’ll at least let you pat his hair every once in a while <3

[theclockworkmonk]

Out of the Mouths of Babes — Chapter 4

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Written for Hinny Ficfest 2021

Prompt: “Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.

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Ginny had disappeared, dragged through the kitchen door, before Harry could come up with an excuse to keep her by his side. He sighed and took a long gulp from his glass of firewhiskey, welcoming the burning sensation down his throat. Whatever his family was so wound up about, Harry knew he wasn't in danger here, so he hoped the drink would dull his overactive auror instincts so he could enjoy the evening.

"So...how's the shop?" asked Harry, choosing to focus on George, "any accidental new body parts I can't see?"

"Harry, I'll have you know that we ascribe to only the highest of safety standards at Weasley Wizard Wheezes," said George with his nose in the air, "We strictly adhere to a dual-fault system to make sure a trained wizard is on-site to intervene in case of emergency."

"By that he means that he doesn't try any weird shit on himself without me there to rush him to St. Mungo's," said Ron with his mouth full, wincing as his mother smacked him in the back of the head with a wooden spoon for his language.

Harry's eyes narrowed at his best friend. "So you two are already partners now? Really wasting no time on bailing on me, aren't you?"

"Don't be a prat!" grumbled Ron. "No, like I said, it was just a thought that I had. You know, the kind of thought you would hope you could share with your best mate without him jumping down your throat?"

"Well I think it's a marvelous idea," Mrs. Weasley announced loudly from her place at the stove."

George's eyebrows shot up. "Who are you and what have you done with my mother? You're glad that another one of your sons is considering wasting his life at this silly business, instead of a respectable job at the Ministry?"

"Well, if said Ministry job involves chasing after Death Eaters every day," huffed Mrs. Weasley, "Then I suppose my nerves will take any alternative."

She sent a stern look towards Harry and pointed a threatening spoon at him, making him jump back. "You could do well to learn from Ron in that regard, Harry."

Ron was grinning ear to ear, bouncing in his seat from being the favorite child of the moment.

"There's nothing wrong with Ron doing the responsible thing." she lowered her voice to a grumble so Harry barely heard, "at least someone is."

Harry surveyed the tense atmosphere in the room again.

"Okay, what's got everyone in such a mood?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"No one's in a mood!" said Mrs. Weasley quickly.

"Harry," Mr. Weasley spoke up for the first time, and his voice too was less assuring than Harry usually found it. "I'm having trouble with a fascinating new muggle device I've discovered, would you mind giving me a hand out in the shed?"

"Oh. Sure," said Harry easily. Mr. Weasley got up from the table and led Harry outside. They entered the man's infamous tool shed, and Harry noticed new mechanical and electronic devices in various states of disassembly. Mr. Weasley gestured to his work table, where a VCR sat.

"I've heard that muggles use this to see recorded images, like a pensieve, but I've put in those black blocks, and nothing happens."

"Oh, well," said Harry, trying not to laugh, "You need to attach it to a television. It can't just work on its—"

He was interrupted by the door opening again, and Harry was surprised to see Mrs. Weasley entering the shed which he always knew her to avoid, wanting nothing to do with her husband's "nonsense" tinkering.

"Molly, what are you doing here?" Mr. Weasley asked crossly, "We agreed we wouldn't. The boys—"

"I told them I was getting apples from the orchard," his wife said dismissively. She crossed the shed and looked beseechingly at a very surprised Harry.

"Harry, dear, you know how we think of you as a part of this family. We've been wanting to say….we hope that you don't think that has changed because of you and Ginny's relationship. We know young men have trepidation about 'the girlfriend's parents,' but you're not just our daughter's boyfriend to us, you're one of our own."

Harry was as touched as he was confused. "Th-Thank you, Mrs. Weasley," he said softly. "I can't tell you how much that means to me."

"And one reason we had no objection to you and Ginny dating," Mr. Weasley continued, "is that we trust you to always do right by Ginny. To always do what's best for her."

Harry looked back and forth between them, their expressions pointed and expecting.

"Well — ehem — I'll remember that. I promise to never do anything to hurt her." He meant it.

There was another moment of silence before Mrs. Weasley spoke up again.

"Sooooo…." she prompted. "We just want you to be aware that….should you decide to propose…you wouldn't have to worry—"

"What!?" Harry's heart leapt into his throat and he knew his face had turned scarlet. "Oh, no no," he said, putting his hands up. "I'm glad to have your blessing, but we're not ready to think about that yet."

Harry rubbed his neck nervously. It was only a half-lie. In truth, Harry was ready to think about that. He thought about proposing to Ginny damn near every day, in fact. But he was fairly certain that Ginny was still years away from being ready. She was fiercely proud of her independence and she was still dealing with the papers referring to her as "Harry Potter's girlfriend" before "star Harpies Chaser," even without marriage.

Mr. Weasley sighed in what seemed like disappointment and Mrs. Weasley's mouth thinned and her expression turned sour.

"Well...the roast should be done, we should all head back inside."

The Weasleys led the way out of the shed and Harry cautiously followed them. When they arrived back in the kitchen, Harry saw Bill shoot his father a stern, questioning look, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Mr. Weasley shake his head grimly, and Bill and Charlie gave Harry a glare that would make Mad-Eye Moody quake in his boots.

Harry froze and all the breath left his body. It suddenly all made sense. He was the thing that the Weasleys were so on edge about. Ginny's parents inquiring about him marrying her.

They had somehow found out that he and Ginny were living together.

Harry suddenly felt like a sheep in a cage with several wolves.

"Hey mum," said Charlie, "while you were outside, Aunt Muriel floo-called and said that the gnomes are in her attic again. Apparently she's upset at the way dad tried to take care of it last time."

"Is she sure it's actually the gnomes, or is it the doxies nesting in her hair?" Mr. Weasley grumbled as his wife shooed him into their sitting room and through their fireplace. Harry's heart was thudding in his chest as the few Weasleys he could count on to not murder him due to this secret getting out abandoned him with the curse breaker, dragon tamer, master prankster, and Ministry power-broker.

Several murderous eyes turned towards Harry.

"Look...er…" Harry stammered. "I really thought that, after everything, we had all moved past the whole 'overprotective big brothers' routine."

"Yeah, we thought we had too," said Charlie darkly, "but mum and dad's diplomatic approach clearly didn't work, so the gloves are off. I guess we never figured that the savior of the bloody wizarding world would do this to our sister."

George snorted, still finding this whole thing quite amusing. "Sorry, do this to her? Harry's the real victim here. Ginny's a nightmare already, can you imagine what living with her will be like now?"

"What the hell are you lot talking about?" Ron cut in, looking around the room in confusion.

"I think your brothers have become aware of me and Ginny's...status change," said Harry.

"Oh, that is just so typical!" huffed Hermione, crossing her arms and adopting her lecturing pose. "Ginny is perfectly capable of handling her own life and she doesn't need a bunch of chest-beating men to defend an outdated notion of her 'honour!' I still can't believe how sexist magical society can be sometimes."

"Yes, Hermione, our world is sexist, whether we like it or not" said Bill, not backing down. "You can pontificate all you want about how it's not right, or a double standard, but once the public finds out about this — and sooner or later, they will," he shot another glare at Harry, as if he wrote to the papers about it himself, "then it will change how people see her. And since she's a Quidditch star, the way people see her matters."

"Yup, can see the headlines now," George sighed dramatically, "the ambitious social climber Ginevra Weasley, raised in a pauper's home, so she used her feminine wiles to land herself this sweet gig."

"Look, ultimately, it's none of our business — no, I'm serious!" Ron finished in response to his brothers' looks of betrayal. "Look, Bill, Charlie, you two were only around when Ginny was a little girl. You didn't go to school with her. You never saw first-hand what happens when you try to meddle in her life to defend her virtue, trust me." He shivered a bit, as he remembered the traumatic memory.

"I don't even understand why we have to meddle," said Percy, "I just don't understand your logic, Harry. There's no question you would be willing to throw yourself into mortal danger all over again to protect Ginny. What you're hesitating to do is comparatively easy."

"His reasons don't matter, he should have thought of that earlier," said Charlie, pointing a threatening finger at Harry. "I don't care if this makes me a hypocrite, but you're going to do the right thing and—"

Ginny suddenly burst into the room, causing every word to fall silent. Harry knew that Ginny always hated it when people were obviously talking about her, but as he started towards her, he was surprised when he saw that her eyes were watery with tears. Ignoring all of the eyes on her, she ran straight towards Hermione, throwing her arms around her friend.

"Erm, is something wrong?" asked Hermione. She threw a questioning look to Fleur as she followed Ginny into the kitchen, but the young mother looked just as confused as anyone as she took Victoire back from Bill.

Instead of answering Hermione's question, Ginny withdrew from the hug and smacked Ron upside the head.

"Ah! What the shit!" Ron cried, rubbing the back of his head.

"Ronald, language!" scolded Mrs. Weasley, re-entering the kitchen along with her husband, making the room quite crowded.

"That's your main concern?" asked Ron, "Not the unwarranted physical assault?"

"It's not unwarranted, it's for being a stupid, forgetful git!" barked Ginny

She walked up to Harry and took his glass of firewhiskey, still mostly intact.

"I need this more than you," she informed him, and began to raise the glass to her lips.

"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY!"

Mrs. Weasley's ear-piercing shriek caused everyone in the room to wince, and Ginny momentarily jumped behind Harry for protection. "Merlin's balls, WHAT!?"

"Molly…" Mr. Weasley cautioned.

"DO NOT 'MOLLY' ME, ARTHUR!" his wife shouted back. She had a crazed look in her eye and she was pulling at her hair. She rounded on Harry and Ginny.

"We have tried to be respectful, but you two are clearly not ready for this kind of responsibility! I am so disappointed in you both for not taking this more seriously! You haven't even given a thought to how this will affect your careers!"

"Our careers?" asked Harry, confused. "How would that possibly—"

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. He had gotten it completely wrong about what the Weasleys were talking about. The talk about responsibility, their careers, affects to Ginny's public image.

Somehow, the family had gotten word about the "honour" bestowed upon Harry by the Wizengamot, and all the implications that had for his and Ginny's future together. He supposed it wasn't too surprising that Arthur or Percy had heard about it through their Ministry connections.

He looked sideways at Ginny, and from one look he knew that she had come to the same realization. Both their faces split into wide grins as relief flooded through them that all of this drama was over something so silly. Apparently, the family somehow had the absurd idea that Harry would keep the title and actually take the status, power, and responsibilities being offered to him.

Harry and Ginny cracked up into delirious laughter, leaning on each other for support, which did nothing to help the livid look on Mrs. Weasley's face.

"Oh Merlin's beard, is that what has you all concerned? Don't worry about that," laughed Harry, waving one hand dismissively and wrapping the other around Ginny's shoulder.

"I mean, come on, we're obviously not keeping it!"

There was a moment of silence, then the entire kitchen exploded.

[omnicycleuwu]

So I keep coming across Percy Jackson fanfics where someone from our world has been reincarnated as Percy and their reader inserts.

Bestie, if I was reincarnated as Percy you best be ready. You though Perseus Jackson was a simp before? Well I’m about to make it his middle name.

I would be simping for Annabeth from day one and if she didn’t kiss me when I’m about to blow the fuck outta a volcano I will just jump into the lava to quietly cry myself to the Underworld.

I would hands down beef Luke for what he’s done to my baby girl, he should be wishing that he did die when Thalia booted his ass off the cliff cause not even the curse of Achilles would save him when I jump him on site. (I’d also be high key/low key jealous cause yeah he’s hot but how can one simp for this pasty man-child? He ain’t no hero he a villain, that I plan to drown in his own bodily fluids)

The Hunters of Artemis would keep getting mail from me on which men they should just shoot off the face of this Earth. All of a sudden all these famous politicians and celebrities have mysteriously vanished off the face with only a statue of them left behind. (I’m totally not talking about Prince Andrew or Donald Trump, hah hah hah….unless)

Hestia would be the only god/goddess I pray to, she the only one that hasn’t fucked up his life so gets all the respect given.

If I haven’t asked Annabeth to step on me multiple times in a day am I really okay? If I haven’t waxed out poetics and novels by the time the sun sets am I perhaps having a mental breakdown? If expensive architecture books don’t appear on her bunk at the end of every week that I totally didn’t beg Rachel to buy for me am I possibly being mind controlled?

Percy already heavily hinted that he would be happy being a househusband and I would defo go to town with that. Imagine Annabeth coming home after a long day at work and I’ve cooked dinner and then she like fucks me against the counter or smth while wearing a suit. Like bitch, please peg me. The idea of Annabeth pegging Percy actually makes me cry with happiness. They’re both switches or Percy is a bottom. I don’t care, he’s such a fucking simp (well so is Annabeth but she’s more of a low-key simp but she shows it sometimes, like she put him on house arrest to pass a test to be able to go New Rome with her. If that isn’t simp behaviour then I don’t know what is)

Athena could try all she wants but after she tells me to leave her daughter tf alone I’d sweep Annabeth into a dance and respectfully kiss the hell outta her right in front of her mother. Ain’t nobody keep me from giving the best girl all the love and respect she deserves.

The dates I would take this girl on, everyone would hate me cause they’d constantly compare their partners to me. You thought you were romantic with your boo before? then you clearly haven’t met me yet.

Don’t even get me started on Sally Jackson. Every Saturday I will wake up and make her breakfast in bed. The house will be clean. Dinner cooked for the weekend. The shopping done. I will do a whole at home spa for her.

The gods thought that Percy was an issue from before, hah, I would be starting problems from day one. Hurry up and pay your fucking child support. You traumatised too many single parents by dumping them with a danger magnet without a warning. Who needs society when you can have distant, inhuman parents that only use you as their pawn and constantly sending you on life endangering quests in order for them to remain in power while all you get in return is mental health and not being voted to be killed by the ‘good guys’ for saving their asses😍😍

I would have adopted half the camp tbh, like ‘Nico wtf u already looking like you are with the dead? Get your ass to my apartment so I can cook food for you, if you don’t I’ll track you down and spoon feed you. I don’t give a shit.’

Anyone wanna disrespect Annabeth, Sally or women will have to deal with me. I will throw hands without a warning, there’s no homophobia in my household Karen. And if I hear your racist comments coming anywhere near my children Hazel, Piper, Leo or Frank then we will have problems, which will be seen on your pale ass mayonnaise skin.

Ngl I would have learnt how to control blood, poisons and have decent control of my powers by the third/fourth book for scientific reasons and not because I totally wanna look like a hot anti-hero as I completely annihilate my enemies . My death glare would be perfected to the point that people would just faint on sight when I give them the look. (On the assumption that Percy could have gained the ability to manipulate events outside his godly parents domain without having to journey through Tartarus)

Mate if I was Percy Jackson I would not stop looking in every reflective surface I pass for at least ten seconds cause damn do I look good. I look fine, refined, divine, sexy. I am a mother fucking SNACC. But I would grow Percy’s hair out cause Percy with long hair resides in my dreams at night.

I don’t see why I would need to ask Athena or Frederick to marry their daughter. She is her own independent woman who raised herself without their help so she can decide whether she would accept a matrimonial union with a measly peasant. (And if Annabeth doesn’t propose I would be severely upset cause who doesn’t want Annabeth Chase to propose to them) Our wedding would take out all the stupid traditions because Annabeth Chase is not an object that is being passed from father to husband but is a being so divine that I can’t help but melt in a puddle every time I look at her. (If we were to do any of the traditions I would be the object being handed to her cause damn do I wanna be fucking owned by her, Perseus Chase….. Perseus Chase-Jackson….. Perseus Jackson-Chase….)

And I’m gonna stop myself before I go on another rant that instead, being Annabeth Chase and getting the privilege of being in a relationship with Percy Jackson. Cause these two aren’t just dating their are in a committed, loving relationship that teaches me what a healthy relationship should be like and how to get better at communicating with one another and respecting each other.

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Samuel, if he would have a child

this was not requested, but it's children's day in korea! and who is the most fun to read about if none other than our tiddy king Seungeun! yaaay! Also, I could like, make one of Eli and Yenna, but we all know Eli is the best dad in the lookism world 🖤

꒰ 🍨 ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯ Sammy with his child...

baby life

- Samuel isn't the type that necessarily loves kids, however that doesn't mean he necessarily hates them. He wouldn't know how to react if his partner says they are pregnant or want to adopt. - or anything of the sort! - He would react in a polite and pleasant manner, but the heaviness wouldn't shrink in until a few weeks or month.

- Not going to lie, he would prefer a son over a girl. It's not that he is sexist, it's that he is afraid that he would kill whoever hurts his little princess, which would scare and distance her.

- However, he doesn't mind what the end result is, he would just want to be a good parent because he never had an actual good one. You would expect him to have the mentality of 'I suffered, so why shouldn't they?' But he truly doesn't.

- He would absolutely be lost with babies, but would be very willing to learn about how to take care of them. He would surprisingly smile at them a lot, and even speak in a babying voice. Big scary gangster has a heart.

- The crying would sometimes drive him crazy, but he would absolutely never take it out on the baby, just try to learn which cry means what exactly. If it goes on for long, he might as well cry too.

- He would absolutely never trust anyone expect his s/o with holding his baby. That's his baby, whoever hurts it will die. He has set his mind on that long ago, truly. He had a terrible childhood, he won't let that happen to his own kid.

- People are absolutely not allowed to be loud around his baby, or even smoke around them. He would go out of this place to protect them, but maybe be a little tense during it.

- Honestly, when he would be around his family, he would be very very vulnerable. It would be his special safety net, and his weak spot. He wouldn't try to show that though, so people don't hurt his family, he can't let that happen.

- He still wouldn't become a full on softy though, but when he is around his baby? Lord! He has a whole personality change. Samuel who? There is only SuYoung's dad here!

- Ah, did I mention? He would want the baby to have a name that starts with an S. It will either have Seung in it, but even if not that, it will definitely have 'Eun' in it. If that's not an option? Y'all are going to look at baby-name sites at 2 am. The! baby! needs! a! name! that! starts! with! an! S! Seriously, if the child is adopted and has a name already, it will just become their middle name. Samuel will not chill out.

- However, whatever happens, the child will either be his Princess/Prince/Snowflake. He will probably buy a lot of things that will make not only having a baby easier, but having a baby life easier. As in; Both the child and the parents will have it easier.

- Samuel would absolutely love to dress up his baby in ridiculous clothes, like a baby overall with a hoodie, that just makes them look like a big carrot. He would just take pictures of them, but dress them back up in normal baby clothes, to not make the baby uncomfortable.

- What he would love as well is to take pictures with the baby, and record important moments. Like first words, learning, saying first word ect. That baby would probably become the most important person in his life.

- Absolutely not going to lie, Samuel is the kind of person who would love his child(ren) way more than he loves his s/o. Sure, it's great to have a loving s/o, but his son/daughter/child? They are top priority, he is responsible for their birth, and he will make them have the best living experience possible. He isn't going to put them through what he went through.

- I think he would also feel very loved. Especially if the baby falls asleep on his chest or tummy, he would definitely feel like he is a good dad. He would just be proud 'hey! i created that! It's beautiful and lovely!'

- Sammy is also the type of person that would peck his baby since he loves them so much. Please don't think of anything sick though, it's pretty normal and a lot of parents do it. However, if the baby hits him or pushes him away due to uncomfortable, he would of course stop and stay with hugs. It's just that his monkey brain would go 'woah!!!!!!! princess/prince/snowflake!!!!!!!!!!!'

- Talking about hits, babies hit people since they are developing and don't know that it's not fine. Whenever he would get hit by the baby, he would stay totally calm. He would kiss their little hand and kindly say that hitting papa/dad isn't nice. He would find it quite adorable, actually. He would probably have a hard time to not laugh if the baby bites his nose even.

- He would absolutely be the best dad. He would feed the baby, bath the baby, change diapers, cut their nails so they don't scratch themselves! Literally best dad.

- Maybe, if in the future he will be on good terms with Eli, he would even ask for advice. He is a good dad, and that includes admitting that he doesn't know everything, and he needs help.

kiddo big baby life

- Samuel would honestly be the kind of dad other kids are jealous for. They would want a dad like him, you know? But at the same time, they would all respect and fear him because if they hurt his little baby? It won't have a happy end for anyone. Samuel wouldn't need to raise his voice or hand for that to happen.

- Samuel would always prepare bento for his kiddo, and definitely even make them breakfast. No matter how picky they are, he would try to make the food they ask for. However, he would never let them eat in bed, unless they are sick.

- Talking about that, sometimes he would pick up his kid from school earlier than he is supposed to, either because he feels like his kid doesn't want to be there, or just because he wants to make family memories. He would also lie to the teachers.

- Also! 'Hello' and 'Goodbye!' hugs and cheek kisses are a must. Samuel is not an affectionate person, but both him and his kiddo would agree that they should always do that. Also, 'goodnight' and 'good morning' forehead kisses are a must too. He does it because he loves his kid, but also because you can never know when will you see someone for the last time. He would never say that out loud tho.

- He would do it even if he is mad, but when he is mad he would be scary. Not because he would get violent with his kid, but extremely silent. The kind of silence that screams disappointment. Funny thing is though, he would be like that exactly to not turn violent. He doesn't trust himself, so he has to control himself. It wouldn't happen often tho.

- He would be a little strict, but nothing too much. Just general healthy strictness. Like no chocolate after 6pm, limited tv time, children lock on the tv, computer ect. He is protective, but not overwhelming.

- If his kid would as a lot of questions he would be fine with that. He would just look at it as an opportunity to teach them, so he would answer all in an appropriate way. Also, hey, at least he can teach his kid that cheating is disgusting.

- Talking about that, he would be terrified of becoming like his dad. So even if he wouldn't love his s/o after a few years, he would still keep in the relationship and hide his feelings so his baby can grow up in a happy environment. He would never cheat though, so that's that.

- He would still be a good dad though! He would be happy if his child has independence and his own interests. He would let them pick their clothes, but also choose aesthetic matching outfits for them.

- Also, Samuel wouldn't really care what their sexuality, gender, religion, style and thought manners are, as long as they have morals and don't have disrespect in their heart. He values respect a lot.

- Also, he would teach them to be polite because that brings them far in their life. However he would also teach them to never do what they don't want to. Seriously, he would at some point teach his kid to remember the quote that says "The hill that you carry was only supposed to be climbed"

- He would also like, be chill if they fight. Teacher calls in that his kid fought? Cool, he would calmly tell the teacher to watch out properly next time. At home he would ask how they stand and hold their fist while fighting. To teach them how to do it properly.

- He would probably also prefer to have them in a fighting class of some sort. He would list multiple material art styles, explain the rules and ask his kid if they would be fine to go to at least one. It's not that he wants his kid to be violent, but he wants them to be able to protect themselves.

- HEALTH IS TOP PRIORITY!! Sammy is the type of dad you can tell anything to because he won't judge. That includes health and mental health, he would be careful and set up a comfortable mood. He wouldn't be ablist at all and just take care of his kid the way he is supposed to.

- Also, when the kiddo needs to get a shot or their blood taken, he would be next to them, holding their hand. Softly talking to them so they can get through it. He would also praise them, probably buy stickers and ice cream.

- He also absolutely wouldn't mind spending money on his kid. Their room would look like a dream land full of plushies.

- The support in this house would be above the roof. His kid likes painting? There is a whole art room. His kid likes biking? There is a whole biking day each weak.

- He would also help the kiddo study, although he wouldn't always be the best. Samuel didn't get rich by studying after all.

- He would also teach them stranger danger, and have a secret word with them that means 'something is wrong, please come here and help me'.

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- He would probably stop babying his child when they become 14, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be affectionate! He just wouldn't want to embarrass them.

- Not going to lie, he would hit his kid if they do something big enough to deserve it. For example, if his kid would willingly do drugs - forced is something different - he would definitely hit them. Or if they hide smoking, or smoke in general. It wouldn't be abusive, or a daily thing. He would only use if necessary. He saw how those effect people, and he experienced how bad smoking is, he would have strict rules and he wouldn't let his child go through it. They will either choose the easy way, or the hard way.

- Do not misunderstand though, he won't get mad at every single little mistake. He would be a smart parent, just a little stuck up to his own views. He would tell them that he would rather get a call from them saying they snuck out and need to be picked up than a call from the police that his child is dead or went missing.

- Also, he wouldn't tell them what they should wear or not, but he would always make sure to put something in their bag that they can cover themself up with incase they are around someone that makes them uncomfortable incase their outfit shows skin. The gender wouldn't matter, as he is not sexist.

- He would be supportive with whatever their dream is, but would make sure to tell them that dreams can change and that they should make a back up plan incase it does. He is just realistic.

- Talking about that, he would make sure that his kid has a safe to work at next to him incase they want that. He wouldn't force them, but he would like to be a good role model.

- Funny enough, he would know how dumb teenagers can get. His worst fear would be his kid becoming as dumb as him when he was a teenager. Literally, he knows he made bad decisions and let his worth be measured by others, and he wouldn't want his kid to be like that either.

- He would also be fun though, he is the type of parent you can have inside jokes with. He would sometimes not laugh, as he is used to kids saying dumb stuff, but if it's a good joke he definitely will just have a great time with you.

- He is a proud parent too! Literally, even if his kid is a dumbass or a himbo, he would love them and their achievements whatever those may be.

- Absolutely wouldn't know slang, but would still attempt to joke around and do it. It would be fun because he would use words incorrectly.

- A must is definitely teaching his kid about life. In how to view humans, how to treat them and that he should understand that everyone is different.

- Samuel is the type of dad that knows his kids every interest, but not because he is pushy but because they feel comfortable talking with him. It would make other parents jealous for sure. He doesn't understand though, he thinks it's normal.

- When it comes to dating, he wouldn't be a helicopter parent. However, he would teach his kid to not just trust anyone and choose wisely, also, to always have protection. Let that be pepper spray or condom, it works in different situations. Poor person who dates his kid tho. They would constantly get looks that say 'I am watching you, better be careful.' He wouldn't be watching.

- Well, there would be CCTVs around the house though, so if they come home drunk, or past their bed time he will know. And wait. It's not that he would scold, it's that he would have a serious conversation.

- He would still do fun things with them too though! Like having bike fridays, vacation weekends, movie marathons ect. He would be a mix up a lowkey fucked up parent and a mix of the fun and loving parent that's always there.

Yaaaayyaaay its done! Hopefully, it was enjoyable. I tried to focus on the positive aspects, but still be honest. Of course it's fine if you don't agree with me! Please be understanding if there is a mistake, I made 57 points and my brain felt like it was melting the more I wrote. Thank you for your time! ♡