#I really just made my first tumblr post solely to scream about them huh

[karaoke4fandoms]

Shout out to Soo-Won and Hak for inventing tragic friendships. Truly, no one is doing it like them

[rafyki]

Goth! Nico/ Surfer! Percy AU Part 9!

I'm back!! I hope you missed me as much as I missed posting lmao This chapter wasn't planned honestly, I wanted to write directly their beach 'date', but then this happened and I decided it's gonna be one more chapter before the date - sorry xD I bet y'all are tired of this slow burn, but i promise they're gonna get together soon!

(I hope the texting format is easy to read here on tumblr, but otherwise you can read it on AO3)

Enjoy~

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

You can also read it on AO3!!

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Percy: Ehi, Nico! You have the afternoon shift tomorrow, right? Let’s hang out at the beach again after it?

Me: Percy, hi!

Me: So you really do know all my shift hours, huh?

Percy:  What can i say, Im a great obsever

Me: Huh, are you?

Percy: For important things at least

Percy: so is that a yes?

Me: of course

Me: No need to tell you what time I finish, I guess

Percy: nope 

Percy: 20ish right?

Me: yeah

Me:  see you tomorrow?

Percy: yep

Percy: see you tmorrow! 

Nico had been rereading the conversation for the best part of the previous night, and the first thing he had done after waking up had been checking his phone once again to make sure he hadn’t just made it up in his dreams. He knew the short exchange by heart now, yet he kept staring at it, reading it over and over again. Part of himself was afraid it would disappear if he so much as locked his phone and looked away for a second too long.

Their chance meeting at the beach three days prior still felt like a waking dream, like he had hoped so much for something like that to happen that he had started hallucinating. He wondered if hallucinations always felt so real, if they would let you to feel the water splashing against your legs, the warmth of the setting sun on your skin, or the pressure of a hand holding yours, the touch soft and warm, everything and more Nico had let himself dreaming about for the past months. The way Percy had smiled at him had been so beautiful that Nico’s mind probably wouldn’t have been able to conjure something like it if it hadn’t been real.

Still, it didn’t feel real.

Leo and Jason would have probably blamed the feeling on Nico’s self sabotaging tendencies. You’re allowed to have nice things, Nico, they would tell him.

Was he? Could he let himself hope that he could really have this? His heart was going berserk in his chest at the sole thought.

Percy had stopped to talk to him at the beach, Percy had taken his hand and held it while walking in the water, Percy had memorized his schedule and asked for his phone number; Percy had texted him first and asked him to hang out again.

For important things at least.

Percy had said that. Important. Nico wanted to scream.

His phone's sudden ringing almost made him jump out of his skin. It was Jason’s number, but it was Leoìs voice that greeted him from the other end of the line.

“Hi there, goth boy, so how ya feeling for your date today?”

“Not a date, Leo, shut up- and why are you calling me with Jason’s phone?”

Of course, Nico’s traitor heart stumbled on the word date. It wasn’t, and he couldn’t simply assume otherwise, it would make things awkward, wouldn’t it? And so far nothing had ever been too awkward with Percy - Nico surely wouldn’t be the one to make everything between them crumbling down for expecting too much.

“Not important-”

“He lost his phone”, came Jason’s voice. “Again. By the way, hi Nico”.

Nico rolled his eyes at their antics. “Hi Jason”.

“Anyway!”, Leo jumped in. “How are you feeling for your ‘not date’ then?”

“I hate you, Valdez”, Nico groaned, letting himself fall backward on his bed. His heart didn’t seem willing to stop running like crazy anytime soon, his hands were sweating from anticipation and tension.

“You’re freaking out, aren’t you?”

He put his phone on speaker just so he could set it aside, take a pillow, and scream into it.

Apparently, his suffering was extremely funny to Leo, because his obnoxious laugh came as a reply. “I’ll take it as a yes”, he said.

“Nico, I’m sure everything’s gonna be great”, Jason said. “You’ll have fun, get to know him better, and then-”

“Then you’ll finally date, hopefully”, Leo finished.

Once again, Nico’s heart skipped a beat and did a little dance in his chest. He threw the pillow aside. “What if I make a fool of myself though?”

“Well, your boy has made a fool of himself plenty of times already, hasn’t he? I mean, he knows your schedule by heart”, Leo replied. “So I’m sure you’ll be fine”.

Jason laughed at that, and after a moment Nico joined him.

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Nico expected his shift at the kiosk to last an eternity, stretching on and on to keep him apart from finally seeing Percy in the evening. And, truth be told, the first couple of hours were just like that, long and boring and way too slow.

It changed when his phone notified him of a new text.

Percy: i got work today so im coming to teh beach latr 

Percy: ill meet you at the kiosk!

Nico’s heart was starting to become extremely good at doing somersaults in his chest. There were no customers at that moment, so he had time to reply, his fingers shaking just slightly as he wrote back.

Me: alright, I’ll meet you here then

Me: What time do you finish at work?

Percy: What, you wana learn my scdheule too?

Me: It's only fair, isn’t it?

And so, they ended up texting back and forth for a while and, after that, the time seemed to move faster, the day shining brighter, and Nico’s customers’ smile felt just that tiny bit more honest.

Nico’s internal list of the things he knew about Percy kept growing longer by the minute; he liked to text and wasn’t afraid to double text, his spelling mistakes were so atrocious they left Nico smiling and feeling so endeared it was almost ridiculous.

Nico’s nerves eased with every new text, his heart now beating out of excitement and anticipation more than fear and anxiety. The evening couldn’t come fast enough.

Me: Why are you spending so much time texting me instead of working

Percy: Why, arent you enjoying it :( 

Me: not what I said!

Me: i wouldn’t be replying if i weren’t enjoying it

Percy: :D 

Percy: im on break anyay

Percy:  what abot you, youre also on your phone instead of workin

Me: there aren’t many customers today

Me: no one to buy the same old blue drink

Nico put the phone aside for a moment, hiding his smile behind his hand and hoping that no one would think he was a creepy psycho smiling for no reason. He had every reason to smile. Flirting was easier through text, even if he kept spending minutes on end before forcing himself to press send. The downside of it was that it was way more difficult to avoid it when Percy flirted back.

Percy: aww you miss me?

He wrote and then deleted a reply a few times. He was lucky Jason and Leo weren’t there today to see him being like this or they would have made fun of him for the rest of their lives. 

It was strange. Nico was feeling embarrassed, but in an easy lighthearted way, and that made him feel just that little bit braver. Maybe it was because Percy was willingly spending his break texting him instead of whatever else he usually did; maybe it was the fact that he had the feeling Percy was feeling just like him.

He wrote a reply, looked at it for a few seconds and pressed send before he could overthink it too much.

Me: Maybe

Just then, before having the time to send a second text for damage control, a customer came and Nico had to put his phone down to serve them. His heart kept hammering in his chest the whole time, and his eyes kept stealing glances at the phone, hoping to see it ring. It was taking a little longer than usual for Percy to reply, and Nico didn’t know if it was because he had scared him away or flustered him too much.

When it did notify him of a new series of texts, he was still busy with new customers, and it took him all of his willpower not to make them wait while he checked his phone.

Finally, he thanked and said goodbye to the last customer of the queue, he moved so fast he almost stumbled on his own feet; and when he read what Percy had written, his heart was ready to jump out of his chest and start dancing on the counter.

Percy: me too

Percy: maybe

Percy: goot thign were seeing each other in a couple huors

Percy: cant wait

He read the words, reread it again and then again, once again feeling like they were nothing but a pipe dream. He blinked, and they were still there when he opened his eyes again. 

Maybe he really could let himself hope this time.

Me: me too

Time definitely couldn’t pass fast enough. 

[dawnie1988]

Summary: When setting up a dating profile, a picture really is worth a thousand words. And it turns out that, sometimes, getting that perfect photo requires the assistance of a helping hand

Words: 1,853

Pairings: Dean, Unnamed OFC - Who may or may not be loosely based on the same woman who inspired this whole thing in the first place

Warnings: Language, Bad Lighting, Impatient Doggies......That should just about cover it

A/N: Umm, so surprise! I did a thing! Inspired by this *gif set* and the subsequent conversation after with the amazing @thoughtslikeaminefield​​ regarding just how it was Dean got that profile picture for the dating app. It was only meant to be a fun little joke type thing of sorts, but after getting love and encouragement from some very fine ladies that I admire greatly, it is now seeing the light of tumblr. Miss MJ was also kind enough to give it a look through for a little clean up and any major mistakes and created the fantastic header! It really does pay to have friends in high places 😊

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This was stupid.

 He was, he had no problem saying, one of the best hunters in the world. He had saved the world multiple times. Yeah, ok, maybe Sam helped a little, but still. He had fought both heaven and hell more times than he could count anymore.

 And yet, here he stood, unable to get one decent picture of himself.

 Stupid.

 It was the only thing left to do to complete his profile, to add his profile picture. He had been very tempted to just leave it blank, or just put a logo of something he liked. But that wouldn't do. You go on a dating site and refuse to put up an actual photo of yourself? Pshhh, yeah, because that doesn't just scream: STRANGER DANGER! I HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE!

 The whole point was to attract potential dates, not scare them away before he even had a chance to lay on the charm. And, plus, how would he attract anyone without actually showing off the goods?

 Advertising. It's all in the advertising.

The problem was, try as he might, he couldn't get a fitting picture of himself. Not one that truly showed off his full appeal.

 What? He wasn't allowed to think himself a handsome son of a bitch without being considered arrogant? Screw that! Body positivity, man. We're all beautiful in our own way, we should all believe it.

 Maybe he should put that in his profile too? Didn't chicks dig shit like that? Whatever…

 The photo. That was the issue. He couldn't ask Sam to do it, fuck no. He'd never let Dean hear the end of it if he knew he even had a dating profile. Besides, this was none of Sam's business. What Dean did in his private time was his and his alone.

 But, as it turned out, Dean wasn't very proficient in the art of selfie-taking. For one, the lighting in the bunker was horrendous. He'd gone all throughout their underground home and the results were either him bathed in shadows or being completely washed out underneath the harsh, fluorescent lights.

 And trying to find a flattering angle was damn near impossible! How the hell all those social media people did it was beyond him. Clearly, they were using every filter imaginable to improve their outcome. Not him though. Artificial was not his style. No enhancements needed.

Self. Love. People.

 It was as he was pacing around in the garage, trying to formulate his next plan of attack when inspiration struck. He caught Baby's eye — er, headlight, and Yahtzee!

 Baby was a total chick magnet. And, where did they both shine the most? That's right, out in the clear wide open. On the road, sun shining, not a care in the world. Natural lighting.

 Perfect.

 He drove for a while, scouting possible locations along the way while also simply enjoying the quiet time with Baby. Even if he was on a mission.

 Eventually, he pulled off the road near a lakefront that also served as a nice walking path for nature lovers. It was a beautiful, clear day, the whole scene very idyllic.

 This was it. This was the spot.

 However, there was still the hiccup of actually getting the picture taken. After the slightly traumatizing experience of trying to take his selfie, he couldn't bring himself to attempt that avenue again. He thought he could still do it himself regardless. There was a fence nearby, all he had to do was set the timer on the phone and presto! Done!

 You would think, that is.

 In reality, every time he tried to prop his phone up it would fall back down before he could even make it back to Baby.

 Just as he was about to throw the godforsaken device, like an angel from heaven — the fairytale kind, not the dicks with wings — she appeared.

 "Need some help there?"

 As if he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, Dean quickly whipped around and was greeted by the lovely sight of a woman, perhaps a little older than himself, walking her two dogs.

 He took just a moment, because he simply had too, to admire her beauty. Sun-kissed skin, freckles that put his own to shame, friendly hazel eyes that held a multitude of warmth…

 Yes. An angel seemed a very apt description.

 Dean cleared his throat before an uncomfortable amount of silence was allowed to pass between them, feeling a slight blush tinged his cheeks when his mind came back around to acknowledge her question.

 "Uh, actually I umm… yes," he fumbled out.

 Why was he suddenly nervous? He felt so out of place now, he didn't like it. Still, he continued.

 "You see, I…"

 The woman cut him off — a mercy killing, it felt like to Dean — with a raised hand.

 "Let me guess, dating profile?" she asked, not at all trying to hide the knowing smirk.

 Something in Dean loosened at the understanding he found in his new acquaintance’s gaze. Shoulders relaxing, he let out a slightly bashful chuckle while giving a one-shoulder shrug.

 "Guilty. That obvious, huh?"

 She gave a small shake of her head. "Game recognizes game. I have my own experience and horror stories involving the dreaded profile picture. If you want, I can give you a hand?"

 Dean's eyes lit up at the offer. He knew it. He was not ashamed of it.

 "Yeah?"

 She laughed at his eagerness, a sweet-sounding melody, Dean noted to himself.

 "Sure. After all, I couldn't just leave you here without putting you out of your misery first. I'm no monster."

 She was teasing, of course. It didn't stop Dean from having to bite his tongue and swallow the comment about monsters that begged to be spoken. If only he had a nickel for every time he had heard that line.

 "Okay, awesome. Thank you."

 "No problem," she replied easily, accepting the phone he was handing over. "And I'm assuming you want that beauty in the photo with you?" she asked him, indicating Baby, earning a proud smile from Dean in return.

 As he said, Baby was a total chick magnet.

 "Duh."

 She laughed again, much louder and freer this time and the sound again had Dean grinning as he made the walk over to his trusty wing woman.

 "Nice choice. Okay, then, handsome, what are we going for here?"

 Dean faltered in his step slightly. "Uhh, how do you mean?"

 "I mean," she paused for a moment, readjusting the grip she had on the two leashes when the pooches started getting antsy. "What vibe are you trying to portray here? Brooding? Mysterious? Friendly?"

 "Oh, right!" Dean nodded his understanding.

 He thought it over, tilting his head slightly as he contemplated the pros and cons of the different choices in his head.

 "May I offer a suggestion?"

 "Sure, by all means."

 "Well, online dating can be intimidating enough as it is," she began matter-of-factly. "All you've got is a picture and a few words to go on. So, speaking solely on my own experiences, I tend to gravitate towards the more friendly option. You try to be sexy and it feels too put on and forced. You try to be mysterious and all I'm left thinking is what are you trying to hide. But friendly, easy-going and approachable is always a winner. That, makes me want to get to know you a little more. At least enough to read your profile anyways."

 Dean, eyebrows raised and mouth pulled down some, nodded in appreciation. This lady really knew what she was talking about.

 "Right, so friendly it is, then." He clapped his hands together and went to lean against Baby's side before stopping, thinking it over a second and deciding to hop on the hood instead, talking out his thoughts as he tried to determine the perfect pose.

 "So, not too posey, don't try too hard but at least put a little effort in to show I care…." he fidgeted around for a few moments more before falling into a comfortable, casual feeling position. "How's this?" he looked up, waiting for some affirmation.

 Dean would be lying if he said her genuine smile didn't make his stomach flutter a bit.

 "Looks good. Okay, on the count of three, give me your most inviting smile. No teeth though, just easy breezy. Ready?"

 "Ready."

 "One, two, three."

 She tapped the screen to capture the shot and immediately started walking over after checking the results. "I think we have a winner here."

 She handed the phone over to him and he couldn't help the satisfied smile from gracing his lips.

 Damn, he looked good.

 "Nice," he complimented her photography skills. "Well, Hell, I think you're right, I think this is it."

 He made quick work of uploading the photo to the app and confirming his information before finally hitting the 'submit' button to post his profile. He then turned the phone around for her to see again. "Whaddya think?"

 She leaned in closer, shoulder bumping his and dogs yapping around their legs as she looked over his full profile before nodding in approval. "Yup, you'll be beating them away with a stick in no time!"

 His chest may have puffed up with pride a little. Only a little.

 "Yeah? Awesome." He exited out of the app, ignored the text message from Sam wanting to know where the Hell he was and slid his phone into his back pocket.

 "Thanks again. It's, ah…" he brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "All pretty awkward, but you were a big help."

 She gifted him with a megawatt smile as she untangled her dogs from around his legs, getting them ready to continue their walk. "No problem. Good luck with all that. Stay safe out there!"

 She began walking away and Dean found that he couldn't not do it. He had to, right?

 Right.

 "Hey!" he called out, switching gears and putting on his 'wooing' smile, lowering his voice an octave. "Ya know, maybe if you're not busy, I can take you for a cup of coffee or something sometime? My way of..." Dean let the tip of his tongue sneak out to wet his bottom lip while giving her a once over. "Thanking you, properly?"

 She was silent for a moment, brows raising slightly in surprise before a slow smile started to brighten her face up once more. She looked down for a tick, letting out a sound of amusement before meeting his eyes once again.

 "That's sweet, and I'm flattered, really, but I'm afraid I can't."

 Dean's smile fell some in disappointment. "Oh."

 "It's just — your profile says that you’re seeking woman,” she explained, much to Dean's confusion.

 "Oh...?" he trailed off, brows pinched as she started walking backward and away from him.

 "So am I."

 She gave him a wink before turning fully and continuing on. Out of his life.

 Dean could only roll his eyes.

 "Figures," he muttered grumpily to himself as he made his way back to Baby. "All the good ones are either taken or gay."

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Tagging the cheerleading squad I had behind this: @thoughtslikeaminefield​ @fangirlxwritesx67​ @itmighthavebeenintentional​ @there-must-be-a-lock​ @cracksinthewalls​ @rockhoochie​ @mskathywriteswords​ @fookinghelljensensthighs​ @cherry3point14​ @lastactiontricia​ @icemankazansky​ @stusbunker​ @justcallmeasmodeus​

[crystalirises]

Did He Ever Love Me?

Edit: This is a repost since my tumblr is being weird and for some reason my posts are not showing up??? Help ;-; (also repost since I posted it on the day of the wedding and I wanted to scream about that for a while :) )

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Hi guys… I know the wedding is gonna drop soon…

Just kidding, I couldn’t write wholesome Fundywastaken or angst wedding times to save my life. I just can’t write wedding angst guys. I can’t ;-;

Anyway, this is just a scenario that occurs within the DadSchlatt AU I’m making, some of the details are in the link below:

And yeah I hope you guys like this! @oakskull and @meismom, I posted it yay!

(Edit: removed Ao3 tag cause maybe that’s causing my post not to show up in tags???)

"Fuuuuuuuundy, there you are! Holy shit, I’ve been looking all over for you." He froze, tucking his diary within his pocket as a practiced grin formed on his face. He turned to see Schlatt, surprisingly sober as he strode towards him. There was a weary look on the ram hybrid's face, one that Fundy wasn't sure he liked compared to the man's usual smirk. "I need to talk to you in my office. Now."

"Mr. President, it's an honor for you to come yourself but you usually send a guard when you... want to summon someone." Did Schlatt know? Did he know that Fundy was a spy...? He sucked in a quivering breathe, hoping that the man doesn't notice his sudden bout of nervousness. He stood up from the fence post he had been sitting on, his shoes thumping loudly against the ground.

A flash of emotion crossed Schlatt's eyes, a flicker in his gaze that Fundy couldn't pinpoint. A hand landed on his shoulder as red piercing eyes stared into his soul. If Schlatt didn't stab him right then and there, he might as well have died from the man’s intense gaze. "Just... Come with me. It was best that I... It's better that I come to get you myself. This won't be pleasant, Fundy."

He could do nothing but follow Schlatt towards his office, scenarios of his terrible demise flashing within his mind. Schlatt... was strange. At times, he could barely predict what the ram was going to do. Fundy tried not to trip on his own two feet as the building to Schlatt's office began to appear within sight. He didn't want to die. He needed to apologize to so many people. To Niki. To Eret. To Tommy. He didn't even get the chance to apologize to his dad about–

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as thoughts of his dad surfaced. He didn't mean it. He didn't mean to disown him. He needed to gain Schlatt's trust… but that didn't matter now, did it? Schlatt was going to corner him into his office, taunt him for thinking he could have escaped Schlatt's suspicions and slit his throat, leaving him to choke on his own blood. He wouldn't get a burial. Would anyone even care if he died? No… They wouldn’t care for a traitor like him…

He shuddered to a stop, willing his tears to dry as Schlatt abruptly paused. A scowl reached his lips as a single tear cascaded down his cheek. With the back of his sleeve, he wiped the traitorous tear away just as Schlatt turned to face him. Fundy blinked, Schlatt looked nervous. The man shuffled continuously on his feet, his lips pressed into a thin line as if contemplating the words he were about to say. “Fundy. I need you to stay calm throughout this, but I won’t blame you if you start to… uh… ya know… fuck.”

"Of course." He didn't know why Schlatt was mocking him with false display of care. Stay calm? Yeah, he'll stay completely calm even as Schlatt decides to stab him. Fundy wrapped his arms around his chest, as if consoling himself as he followed Schlatt into the building. The cold of the chipped marble floor beneath seemed to seep past the soles of his shoes, the pristine white walls a stark reminder of how they reflected a lie. This entire land was covered in blood yet was so perfectly hidden by the falseness of serenity.

George and Punz stood at the office's doorway, swords sheathed at their sides as they gave Schlatt a nod. For a moment, Fundy caught George's eye. The human's usual exhaustion replaced by weariness and pity. Oh, of course George would know he was about to die. Great. Fundy turned his eyes away, choosing to look down at the floor instead as he entered his death room. The oaken door closed with a soft click that resounded in Fundy's nervously twitching ears, it sounded like the toll of a final bell.

"There you are Schlatt, you know it's rude to keep me waiting! You know I-I-I love what you've done with the place, really captures your style and— oh! You brought my traitor son with you!" His head snapped up, nausea climbing its way to his throat as he locked eyes with his da— with Wilbur. No. No. No. No. Why was he here? Why was Wilbur here? He turned to Schlatt, his breath harsher than he wanted it to be. Sensing his panic, Schlatt placed a hand on the top of his head, as if the gesture was meant to calm him down.

“I’m sorry, sir, but w-what is this?” Fundy doesn’t miss the manic gleam in Wilbur’s eyes. The frantic and frenzied movement he made as he stared fiercely at the hand on top of Fundy’s head. Fundy’s ears were pressed close to his head, the rising need to rush out of the room and hide inside his bunker slowly took over his senses. He only snapped out of it as Schlatt’s hand moved to his shoulder, his grip tight enough to keep him in place. He couldn’t even leave. He wanted to leave. “Why is he here?”

“Your president invited me.” Wilbur let out a chuckle, sitting himself on one of the chairs that circled the long presidential table. Fundy couldn’t help but look at his father, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. His brown trenchcoat was draped heavily across his shoulders, the man’s thin limbs sending a pang of guilt to Fundy’s heart. Wilbur looked like an absolute wreck. “So… Schlatt! Did you invite me to flaunt your little victory in my face? I’ve heard the people love your proposal. A festival! How festive of you, hm?”

Schlatt’s usual smirk was nowhere to be seen. He felt Schlatt’s hand drop from his shoulder and Fundy watched as the ram’s scowl deepened with every word that came from Wilbur’s mouth, his fists were clenched so tightly at his sides that Fundy feared they would begin to bleed soon. He began to back away, his hands clawing the door’s wooden surface as Schlatt began to advance towards the table. Schlatt had a temper. He knew that… but he’s never actually seen him furious before.

“WILBUR!” Fundy jumped as Schlatt slammed his fist onto the table, a small crack forming at its surface. Fundy wished he was anywhere else but there. Wilbur looked up, a perplexed look on his face as he forced himself to look at Schlatt. “I have had my suspicions since I first came here, and I want you to clear them up. For your sake and for Fundy’s. Fundy, I know you don’t consider Wilbur your father but Tubbo clearly says otherwise and I doubt he would lie to me. Fundy, what do you remember of your childhood?”

“I— uh… that’s kind of a personal question…” Fundy laughed awkwardly, trying to dispel the tense atmosphere. “Um… I-I can’t say I really recall much, Schlatt… uh, it was kind of a long time ago, you know?”

“What’s your earliest memory?” Schlatt didn’t want to let this go, huh? Fundy shuffled on his feet, uncomfortable to be under Schlatt’s scrutiny. Wilbur looked between the two of them, a blank look on his face as if the confrontation bored him. Fundy averted his gaze from both of them, concentrating on remembering his earliest memory. He remembered the bitter scent of potions, his feet scuffing loudly against the marble floor of the hto dog van. He remembers Wilbur, reaching down to hold him in his arms.

Life was simpler back then, before that bloody war... Before he had been forced into a role he never wanted to play in the first place. Back then, his father didn't dream of independence or glory. No. His father looked at him as if he was all that mattered, as if he was worth more than the entire world itself. Now... He looks up at his father - at Wilbur - and sees a hollow shell of the man he once called his dad. He can't bring himself to look at Schlatt, choosing to disappear into the memory of a better time. To a better life.

"I remember the... camarvan and... I remember Wil." Fundy tries to keep the sweet nostalgia out of his voice, Schlatt could still peg and label him for a traitor if he showed a semblance of regret. "That's it."

"Good. Good." He didn't see how any of that was good. Schlatt laid a hand on the table, his sharp gaze snapping to Wilbur. "Remember those daring adventures we used to have, Wil? All those strange lands we traversed. I have to say, the rising lava one was my favorite. You remember those times, Wil? Just you and me, two idiots thinking they could outrun the world."

"As far as I recall, I remember nearly falling into lava and nearly drowning because you refused to hide your damn horns." Wilbur growled, low and harsh. "Those hunters wouldn't stop chasing us because you— I told you to hide them but you chose to keep them on full display for the world to see and nearly killed me in the process!"

"Yeah... I remember that." A deep chuckle resounded throughout the room as Schlatt walked towards Fundy. "I'm just surprised, you know? When I found out you had a son, I was expecting a human kid but then... Here's Fundy! Glad to see you didn't try to force the kid into wearing a stupid hat... Oh wait! You did! Didn't take your advice either, did he?"

"What is this about, Schlatt? You want me to apologize? Is that it, hm? You want me to say sorry to you for trying to keep you alive?"

"How does a human have a kit for a son?"

The tension in the room grew heavier at the question, almost suffocating as Fundy processed Schlatt's question. Fundy shivered, watching as the manic gleam in Wilbur's eyes turned practically murderous. Fundy didn't understand where Schlatt was going within this. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. His hand gripped at his arms, nearly breaking his skin as he found his voice. "Why are you asking that Schlatt...?"

"Just... I'm really sorry, Fundy. But I think this matter should be settled now." Schlatt didn't even give him the choice, and from what Fundy could tell, Wilbur didn't get a choice either. "Wilbur, we travelled through many lands together and I know you. I know what you're like. When I ask you this, I want to hear the truth. How the fuck did you get a kit for a son? What the fuck did you do Wilbur?"

“What did I… What are you asking me about, Schlatt?” Wilbur stood up, small tremors wracking through his body as he grips the edge of the table. The shine of insanity dancing in his gaze has disappeared, replaced by the look of a man who’s about to lose everything again. “Wha— Don’t you dare—"

“What’s the best way to get people to love you? To show you’re a revolutionary who fights for the freedom of all? I would say having a hybrid for a son would definitely give you some points, huh? Look at General Wilbur. How noble of him to adopt a kit!” Fundy swallowed down the bitter taste of bile climbing up his throat, Schlatt’s words tearing at his heart. “But did you, Wilbur? Did you adopt or did you kill a family and take their child? As far as I’m aware, fox hybrids would fight tooth and nail for their children.”

Fundy took a breath. Schlatt was a liar, Wilbur would never… But then… Schlatt knows Fundy was loyal to him. What did he have to gain by lying? No. No. No. Schlatt was lying, right? He had to be! Wilbur wasn’t—

Wasn’t what, Fundy?

“You’re joking, Schlatt. How dare you—” Fundy’s ears twitched, why was Wilbur glancing off the question? “This is a really funny joke, Schlatt. You're just�� you're just twisting this situation into your favor, you-you—”

“Answer the damn question, Wilbur.” Schlatt rolled his eyes, a subtle grin playing on his lips as he leaned closer towards Fundy. “No more running, lover boy. Did you or did you not kidnap a kit from his family?”

“I—”

Fundy fell to his knees, the slight hesitation in Wilbur’s voice the final straw. He curled up into himself, sniffling as he thoughts about the implications. He wanted Wilbur to deny it. He wanted Wilbur to be furious. He… He… He began to wail. Why couldn’t Wilbur just answer the question? Why couldn’t he just say the fucking truth? Fundy’s hands gripped at his ears, tugging them as he tried to abate the horrible thoughts that circled his mind. His heart felt as if it was burning. His whole body felt as if it was on fire.

“No answer. Alright.” Schlatt’s footsteps were muffled under Fundy’s wailing, but he could hear them no matter how much Fundy tried to escape the situation. “You know I was expecting you to defend yourself there, Wilbur. Believe me, I wanted you to defend yourself. Now look what you’ve done. Does this satisfy you, Wilbur? Does seeing your so-called son cry give you joy? ‘Cause I didn’t want this either, Wilbur.”

“If you didn’t want this then you wouldn’t have arranged this meeting. If you didn’t want this you would have left my damn son out of this.” A scathing growl tore itself from Wilbur’s throat, though Fundy barely heard it. Fundy had no choice but to listen to every word that reached his ears, had no choice but to listen as his father’s voice began to rise. “You were my best friend and now you’re accusing me of-of kidnapping?! You think I— Fundy shouldn’t be here. He’s young. You’re filling his head with nonsense—"

“SHUT UP!” Fundy snapped, shutting his eyes to stop his tears. He didn’t want to hear whatever the fuck Wilbur had to say. His avoidance of the question was answer enough. “Just… shut up, Wil. Just shut up.”

“Fundy—”

“Oh! Maybe I have this all wrong.” Fundy wished that Schlatt would just stop, the ram had gotten his point across. He got what he wanted, didn’t he? Fundy looked up at Schlatt, but the man continued, “Maybe you didn’t kidnap a poor kit from his family. No. No. No. How could I forget the second option? Maybe… Maybe you killed his real parents. Maybe you killed them and took Fundy for yourself, huh? Maybe—"

Schlatt placed a hand on Fundy’s head, fondly caressing his hair. Wilbur went livid. He leapt from behind the table, a crash echoing through the room as Wilbur pushed against his chair, knocking it over. Schlatt didn’t get the chance to continue as Wilbur punched him on the cheek, the ram collapsing onto the ground. Wilbur’s back was all Fundy could see, as if Wilbur was putting space between the two of them.

“How dare you.” Wilbur seethed. His hand rising to strike once more. If he had a sword, he would have killed the ram right then and there. Fundy felt fear and so did Schlatt. “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU—"

“GEORGE! PUNZ!” Fundy’s voice echoed through the room and surely out into the hall. Wilbur froze on the spot, turning to Fundy with betrayed shock in his eyes but all he sees in his son’s face is terror. Terror directed at him. At him. Schlatt laughed quietly, picking himself up from the floor just as George and Punz rushed into the room. They took one good look at Schlatt’s bleeding cheek and quickly apprehended Wilbur, the man snarling and cursing as the two finally managed to hold his arms behind his back.

“Fundy… My son…” Wilbur tried to reach out to Fundy, struggling in the two guard’s hold. Fundy looked away, his heart heavy in his chest. He didn’t know what to think, but he knows he didn’t want to see Wilbur. Not now. “I would never… I-I-I love you, Fundy. I would never… I… I… I can prove it. I can prove that you’re my son. Just tell them to let me go.”

“Take him away.” The words taste like poison on Fundy’s tongue.

“That’s right. Get him out of here. Make sure he doesn’t take another step in Manburg ever again.” Schlatt placed himself between Fundy and Wilbur, his lips curled into a sneer. “Mark my words, Wilbur. As long as I live, I will make sure you stay the hell away from Fundy.”

“NO! NO! NO!” Wilbur’s voice began to fade away, Fundy’s ears twitching as he still hears the man screaming his name out in the hallway. “FUNDY! FUNDY! MY SON!”

Fundy breaks down once more, cursing his good hearing as he listen’s to his father’s heartwrenching cries. Maybe the man did care for him… maybe… Fundy didn’t know.

He feels a presence at his side, a hand rubbing up and down his back. Schlatt doesn’t look at him and Fundy doesn’t look at the man either. What could they say?

After a moment of silence.

“Why would you do this, Schlatt?”

“Because I was worried, Fundy.”

“Why?”

“I do care for everyone in the cabinet, Fundy. Believe me.”

“You should have told me what this was about.”

“I know.”

“Was this planned from the beginning?”

“I was planning to confront Wilbur when he first introduced you to me.”

“Do you… do you think he loved me?”

“Maybe he eventually did, Fundy. Maybe he did.”

He feels Schlatt pull him into a warm and comforting embrace.

“It hurts.”

“I’m sorry, Fundy. I’m so so sorry.”

.

.

.

The residents of Manburg watch as a lone fox stands before a roaring bonfire, the smell of burning paper wafting through the air.  

With his hat in his hands, he stares into the flames.  

He doesn't toss it in.

~~~~~~~

So yeah that’s just a scenario that happens within the AU I’m making. So this is a very ambiguous situation. Is Schlatt being genuine? Is he manipulating Fundy? Is Wilbur the bad guy here? I’d love to hear your interpretations!

So pls do tell me what your interpretations are 👉👈

Anyway, hope you guys liked it!

[yuvon-writes-letters]

Hey guys,

Yu, Rai and both Jakes.

Actually..If I talk about my feelings I'm pretty well. Don't tell Jake I said that, but I couldn't be happier about our situation. I mean, we can talk again. Without me being kidnapped and finding a weird Tumblr profile of him. (Which we think was a set up by one of the entities of my world since he obviously doesn't have one. Jake thinks it was goldies doing, I on the other hand don't believe that. Don't ask me why, but it feels like goldie wouldn't do that. And it didn't help me either but only made problems. I was distracted because I was writing the profile (you read it, right Yu? I don't know about the others) and angry. Like, really angry.)

Putting that aside, Jake called me, like he promised :) And it was the longest phone call I had for some time. Most of the time I talked and he didn't get distracted once, just listened to me and everything that happened. And then he started cursing, which is kind of understandable. He apologised for being into stasis. And for this other version from before the 'time setting back' thing. Because I don't find a name I'll call it TSB from now on.

The only problem I have now is going to work, I guess I'll take me some vacation...But at least I'm not as scared of the raven-ass anymore. I mean, I still am, but in the moment I know his steps. And I am not alone.

Jake, I intentionally write the next part in red, please don't read it. That's for Yu.

I know you think that Jake sees you as a threat. If it still is like you wrote in the letter. Jake knows that, too and he doesn't like it. You know him better than I do, of course, but without saying too much...I think it's quite the opposite. Talk to him about that. Even though it's probably not the best circumstances I think he enjoys being with you :)

The next part, purple (damn, I need more coloured pens), is for you Jake.

You already told me that you don't like that Yu thinks you see her as a threat. I only have to say one thing, if it still is like that, talk to her about it. Earlier than later.

The new thoughts about the blood ritual are really interesting. But please don't put yourself in this danger (or not, but I think it's understandable what I mean?) if it isn't necessary. But I also agree with Rai, I thought the same thing for a while. That you desired having someone, Jake, with you. It sounds plausible.

What more was there...Wait, let me reread the letters.

Oh yeah, Rai! One, till now my crow crew seems to still be in stasis (Jake realised that now, too) and two..Please try to take care of your health, yeah? I'm worried for you.

Lis🐾🔥

Ps. Damn...I'm writing this exactly when I wanted to leave the house (I mean, I sadly cannot hide my face forever).

Two new things...I got a message. I mean, it was a threat (because I am the obviously the bad girl that kidnapped Hannah), but I don't care. Maybe that means the stasis is slowly dissolving!

But number 2...I didn't get the vacation. My boss called me almost immediatly. "Under no circumstances [a word is blacked out] Liska. We have July and Alice, Tim and Jenny all want to take free time, too. You are one of our best workers and we can't afford you leaving now. You have no children so you have to wait. Also Max told me that you don't have any problems in family."

So long story short: He wants me to be there tomorrow. Argh, if he would pay me like he's talking that would awesome. And I'll kill Max when I see him next time. (My cousin that thought it was fun to try and steal my work so we both got the rank of 'one of the best workers'. The only problem: Max' title is official. -.- Overall, I'm so much more annoyed than some time earlier. Maybe I should ask Jake for help

Lis,

Okay, the Crow Crew drama is fading a bit, so I'll answer this now. Sorry if I seem disjointed at all, I'm probably going to be going back and forth from conversations to this letter a lot. I can't afford to have them all think I'm compromised, I need to focus on getting out of here and I don't want to deal with their pressure on top of everything else.

Yeah, I don't think the Tumblr profile was Goldie either. Goldie seems to try to be very much a "hands off" sort of entity, like my own. The Tumblr profile thing seems a little out of character for at least my Jake. At least, publicly answering your submission certainly was, though he may have panicked since you sent it in on anon and answered publicly without really thinking about it. I guess I could see him having a Tumblr profile for purposes of following people on social media and watching what they post, though. And then deciding he likes the media and posting a little bit of impersonal things that can't lead back to him. Probably my Jake will say something about that when I hand this letter over to him, stay tuned.

Yeah, I at least read some of the things you sent that profile, and I showed what I had to my Jake too. I'm not sure if I read all of it, since it was a bunch of printed-out screenshots in an envelope, but I read the ask where you told him you hated him (fair at that point but ouch that's got to have hurt) up to when you said you'd found Hannah. After that you sent me your letter telling me time had turned back and the Tumblr screenshots ended.

I'm glad you and Jake managed to talk things out. I was sort of worried about how he'd react, but it sounds like he took it pretty well, considering. I'm... not exactly sure he should be apologizing for the stasis, though. Or the TSB!Jake. Maybe especially not the TSB!Jake. Jakes seem to be oddly different from timeline to timeline, just based on what I've seen of them. TSB has been one of the most different so far.

Oh. One thing I should mention that you might not have seen from the profile: The MWAF used your phone to mock the TSB account, and mentioned that TSB wasn't the only person who could hack, and the MWAF blocked TSB from finding your location. Might want to warn your Jake about that.

A vacation sounds like a good idea :/ It's really hard to go back to normal life right after tragedies or trauma. It feels like the world keeps moving on and you're still stuck in place, and you just want to scream at them that they need to slow down, can't they see that the world is

Good. I'm glad you don't feel alone. It's easier to deal with this stuff when you're with someone else, even if it's not physically.

(Jake, my Jake I mean, if you're reading over my parts of these letters skip to the ||| now please.) I'm not saying he doesn't also enjoy my company. I can tell he does. That doesn't make me not a threat. Like how early on I suspected Thomas, but still thought he was a nice guy and enjoyed talking to him. (Obviously I don't suspect him any more XD ) Still, if you think I should talk with him about it, I'll try to find a tactful way to bring it up.

Yes, because obviously tact is my greatest strength. Sigh.

Like I said to Rai, the underlying desire thing is definitely possible. That'd either mean I'm more obvious about how I feel for Jake than I think I am (very possible, I'm not great at hiding how I feel in person) or the entity has some level of telepathy/mind reading. The reason is that chessboard. Since Jake likes chess, it's clear at least to me the entity expected him to come here at some point. I THINK, if the underlying desire thing is true, I can manipulate myself into wanting specific things by doing things like writing it over and over and repeating it out loud when doing the ritual, but I'm not sure.

|||

It's probably good that your Crow Crew is in stasis, like how it's objectively probably good my outside life is going on without me. Less drama, less pressure.

Huh. The harassment is definitely a promising sign. Maybe you should try contacting Darkness again, same way as I suggested near the beginning? That feels so long ago, but it really can't have been much more than a week, can it?

You... didn't get the vacation. Fucking hell. Is there ANY way you can convince your boss? You really should have time off. Maybe your Jake can help you come up with ideas.

Or at least maybe he can come up with a way to have your boss give you a bonus for your trouble -_-

Oh shit Cleo's interrogating me I'm gonna hand this to Jake now

(The handwriting changes to Jake's.) Hello, Lis.

I agree with Yuvon: "TSB" acts markedly different from myself. There would be no benefit from me promising to be there to find you in the moment, and indeed I would have been falling for a very transparent trap. Even in my possible state of panic, I cannot see myself being there physically, much less revealing myself physically to authorities in the process, unless I was playing the role of bait in a counter-trap. While it is plausible that this was TSB's plan, TSB gave no indication that Yuvon or I could tell that this was the case. Of course, I would have done my best to be there physically in the aftermath of the kidnapping, but not in the moment.

I also agree that the Tumblr profile seems to be out of character for both myself and for "Goldie", though I hesitate to judge TSB's actions by what I myself would do. I seem to vary in surprising ways across universes and even from timeline to timeline, based solely on your current Jake's reactions thus far. I do actually own a Tumblr profile for the exclusive purpose of following social medias I wish to track, but I used a random username generator website for the username and not my own name, and I certainly never posted anything.

The news about the MWAF being able to hack is new to me; I must have missed that the first time I read through the screenshots. That is quite troubling. I suppose I will need to be more careful in future.

I am sincerely sorry your request for a vacation was rejected. I do not know how much you intend to separate your personal life and the Duskwood case, but if your stasis is truly wavering, you may be able to reveal some measure of the danger you are in to convince him to let you flee the area for a small while. Especially since you mentioned in your Tumblr post that you saw a raven note in your wor

Oh.

You need to leave that place. Now. Do not inform your employer of the danger you are in, reveal nothing to him or to anyone, take unpaid time off if you need to. Get your cousin and anyone else you care overly much about out of there too. Invalidate any information you can your employer or coworkers knows about you. Do not tell the truth to anyone, even your cousin. Make up any excuses you need to, ask your Jake for help with ideas if you need to. You may also wish to check that the coworkers your boss listed who are going on vacation are ACTUALLY going on vacation.

This is a priority, Liska. You need to tell your Jake all of this too, especially the part with the note in your workplace. You need to get out of there.

Good luck.

—Jake & Yuvon

(The letter tucks itself into the paper clip with the others.)

[negans-wifeyy]

Shake Hands with the Devil pt.1

Summary: Laila was hungry for revenge ever since the death of her sister. The only way to fight the monster who killed her is to confront him in his natural habitat: the Sanctuary. As she infiltrates the kingdom of the leader of the Saviors in the hopes to kill him, things will not go the way she thoroughly planned. What will she do now that Negan has gotten her in the palm of his hand?

Pairing: Negan X OFC

Warning: None for now but eventual smut

Tags: revenge, hate, possession

Word count: 2361

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first fiction that I ever post anywhere, and I chose Negan as the male protagonist because I’m literally obsessed with his character. I also chose a black protagonist because I couldn’t find ANY good fics pairing Negan with even a person of color on Tumblr, fanfiction.net or even Ao3. Since there wasn’t anything I could identify myself with, I decided to write my own thing. Hope y’all enjoy. PS: English is neither my first or second language so please be patient and correct me if there are mistakes or it’s not coherent. Also, the text in italics is in the past and time-lapse are separated by asterisks.

A/N 2: This is a repost from the @thoughtsandthotsss​ blog. I wanted this fiction and other content to be on a blog focused solely on TWD. So there you have it again and make sure to like and follow again :) 

———–

For the past weeks, I’ve been doing everything possible that was asked of me to do in the Sanctuary. Attending to my duties, keeping my head down, staying away from trouble and most importantly, avoiding the leading man of the Saviors. But here I was now, sitting face to face with him in his “office” and waiting for my faith.

“Well, well, well” Negan started as he stood up from his seat. “Here we are again, Laila. Just you and me. Last time we were here together, you infiltrated my kingdom, killed a dozen of my best soldiers and then, came to this very room with a gun pointed at the back of my head to avenge your sister’s death.”

I avoided his gaze and stayed silenced. Just being in his presence made me sick to my stomach. Unlike everyone around here, I didn’t fear the man with the barbed-wire bat. Whatever reason he called me in here for, good or bad, he could just get to the point, so I didn’t have to converse with him any longer than I wanted to.

“So, you’re just gonna stay quiet? I remember you being pretty chatty the first time we spoke.” He snickered. “Don’t you wanna know why I called you in here?”

“Not really. Whatever sick, twisted mind game you feel like playing today, I don’t think it’s going to require me to respond back to you.” I finally broke my silence.

“Still quick-witted huh? With your track record, I wouldn’t be so mouthy with me. I mean, I did spare your life and let you become one of my hit women. My most reliable one too.” He responded as he got to the seat closer to me.

“I don’t know how grateful I can be after everything that you’ve done” I caught my breath remembering the terror he caused this past year to me and my entourage. “You kept Sasha captive, you used her life to blackmail the Alexandrians and you led her to kill herself. Oh, and let’s not forget you terrorizing and murdering the members of my community. “

“I thought that we buried the hatchet on your sister’s passing sweetheart. And also, on the deaths of your Alexandria buddies.”

“You mean like Glenn and Abraham? They are not my ‘Alexandrian buddies’ they were my family. And no, I still haven’t let that go since I can’t give anyone of them proper justice.” I said angrily to Negan who just stared at me grinning.

“Don’t really remember the two others but I do miss that strong-headed Sasha from time to time” He said which made my blood boil even more. “Could have used her warrior skills here. Good thing you’re here the replace her memory.”

“Leave her name out of her mouth.” I fired at him. His words were really getting to me.

Talking about my big sister again was making me so emotional but I didn’t want Negan to see me vulnerable, so I held back my tears and stare right back into his sneering eyes. I needed to be as fearless and strong as the day I was going to kill him. Even if it was weeks ago and I clearly failed my mission, I still remember that day like it was yesterday.

**

Negan was wandering by himself in his office where he holds up his meeting with some of the Saviors and probably torture some others. I peaked through the crack of the door and as soon as his back was turned, I sneaked in with my AK-47 directing at his head and locked the door shut.

“Don’t you move now motherfucker” I spat at him as he raised both his hands up to surrender. Even in that position, I could still sense the smirk from that bastard.

“Can I at least turn around to see the face of my perpetrator?” Negan eventually said. “I wanna match the face to the sweet voice I’m hearing”

“Empty your pocket first ” I ordered.

“Bossy. Just how I like em” He said as he threw on the floor all his weapons.

“Don’t be smart with me. I’m gonna search you now and I better find nothing” I patted him down to his ankles in all the usual hiding spots and found a pocket knife that I threw with the rest of his armoury.

"I usually don’t need to use this one. Forgot I had it on me. Sorry sweetheart”

“Don’t give a shit. Turn around and stop calling me sweetheart.”

As soon as he saw me, he immediately recognized who I was. And that infamous grin of his slowly faded away.

“Remember me?” I asked, my voice getting angrier from seeing his face so up-close. “The name’s Laila. Not sweetheart or whatever pet name you tryna call me”

“Ok. Laila, it is then. I do remember you; you’re Sasha’s sister. I think it’s pretty obvious now why you’re here.”

“Yes, I am. I’m going to fucking kill you. For Sasha and every single person that I cherished that you killed over your ego power trip. You fucking psychopath. “ I snapped at him. His smirky little face might have gone away but he still was unfazed about whatever I was saying to him.

"Darling, if you want to end me for some sort of revenge, you’re gonna have to take a number” He said back mischievously.

“Don’t call me darling either!” I barked at him as I charged my rifle at him.

“Wooah woah Laila!” Negan shouted finally shaking in his boots "Even though I know you’re very much capable of doing it, you don’t really wanna kill me”

“What makes you think that? I want your head on a stick more than anything”

“Well, with the massacre that you already caused downstairs, adding me to the list would make you an even more disgusting person that I am”

“You and I are not the fucking same. You knew about the damage I literally just did to your people inside the Sanctuary and chose to stay in your own little space, turning a blind eye. How can call yourself a leader after that?” I said to him even more furious than ever.

“Maybe it was all part of my plan” Negan confidently said with a malicious smile.

“What pla—” I didn’t have time to finish when a sharp object hit the back of my head.

As I fell on the floor, the two last things I saw in between two blinks were Dwight behind me with a gun in his hand and a walkie under the table that was open during this entire encounter. After that, everything was blank.

I woke up possibly hours later tied up to a chair in a small dark room. The daylight coming from the small window brightened the room which meant that I was unconscious all night. In the corner to my right, Simon was standing there waiting for me to wake up. I immediately started squirming and moaning in pain when I saw him calling Negan with a radio. I tried to scream for help but the clothe wrapped around my mouth prevented me from it. It wouldn’t have amounted to anything anyway since Negan’s tall figure entered the room as I was struggling to loosen my restraints.

“Morning sunshine!” Negan exclaimed as he approached me doing his signature “leaning back” jig with Lucille tightly gripped in his hand. “As much as I love the sound of your voice with your mouth gagged right now, I’m really curious to know what you’ve got to say for yourself after the shitstorm you caused yesterday.”

He gestured to Simon to leave us alone and took off the cloth to let me speak.

“Fuck you, you prick.” I said to him without even a flinch. He could bound me all he wants but he wasn’t going to take my dignity, and I could see that it was getting him mad. Negan took his precious bat to lift it up underneath my chin.

“It’s not a habit of mine to put my hands on a woman but if you keep disrespecting me like that, I’ll make an exception. Got it? “He threatened me with the most dominating expression I’ve ever seen. Knowing what he could do, I just nodded.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’ve seen some of your work on the guards that you executed on your way to kill me and I gotta say, I’m very impressed. I don’t usually do this type of thing with perpetrators who try to gun me down but for you sweetie, I’ll bend the rules. From now on, I want you to be a part of this community as one of my hitmen or should I say hit-woman.”

“So, you want me to kill other people for you, even though I tried to kill you? Thanks, but no thanks ”

“Well, I don’t think you really have a choice sweetheart. It’s either you work for me or I feed you to the walkers that we keep in a cage at the back of the Sanctuary”

As he said that, he pushed Lucille harder into my chin. I definitely felt more threatened and trapped. With my hands tied, both physically and figuratively, I had to accept his offer. 

“Fine. I’ll do it”. I finally said feeling like I fell right into the trap of the big bad wolf.

“Good. Here are the conditions: You’re going to work solely into protecting the Saviours which means no going behind my back to help the Alexandrians or to try to kill me again. If you don’t respect this, I won’t be afraid to use my Lucille here. Are we clear?”

“Yes..“ I surrounded. As soon as I did, he let go of Lucille off my chin.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Negan said a leaned closer to me and put his hands on the handles of my chair. “Whatever pet name I feel like calling you, you’re gonna have to accept it. It’s my kingdom after all and if you’re gonna be part of it, you’ll live by my own rules. Got it, sweetheart?”

I just nodded back and at that point, I didn’t know if I was more disgusted by his cruel behaviour or by myself for being a sellout.

**

And just like that, I became one of Negan’s executioner. Although, from my perspective, I became one of the killing monsters who did Negan’s dirty job for him. Any enemy, walker or human, who is a menace to the Sanctuary gets a bullet right in the skull from me whether I like it or not.

The first week was the hardest. I was so miserable being stuck in this place. It wasn’t because I failed my initial mission or even because I was away from my group with no news from them. It was just the daily apprehension of possibly having to gun down Alexandrians who could try to sneak into the Sanctuary like I did. With me going missing and Rick’s thirst for vengeance as strong as mine, it was very likely to happen. Fortunately, another Saviour told me that the day after my infiltration, Negan paid a visit to Rick and the members of Alexandria to tell them that I was now part of the Sanctuary. He also warned them that if any of them tried to come to my rescue, they would risk their life and mine.

It might not have come from the heart, but I still feel like that threat was a gesture from Negan to ease their minds and mine. So that I could accommodate myself better to the situation, I guess. And after that, I didn’t hear from Negan until today.

**

“Alright now, I won’t speak of her again, especially since she’s not the reason I wanted to meet you today.” Negan said after our back and forth about Sasha. I didn’t understand why he would talk about her knowing how it would make me feel. God, what an asshole he could be.

“What is it then?” I asked him indifferent about whatever he was going to respond.

“Usually, when I meet Saviours in this very room, it’s generally to punish them after they did something wrong, to betray me perhaps.” He said with a deadpan look in his face. At first, I didn’t care about the reason he wanted to meet me but, with those stern eyes staring right back at me, I couldn’t help but gulp. As soon as he saw me sweat a bit, Negan chuckled lightly to himself. “Don’t worry honey, it’s not your case, you can relax”

This motherfucker. He couldn’t help himself but to toy with me a little for his own sadistic pleasure I can only assume.

“You have nothing to worry about precious. Your situation is quite the opposite actually. All I’ve been hearing from everyone around here is how great you’ve been doing. And honestly, their opinions don’t really matter since I’ve been keeping an eye on you daily” Negan surprisingly said.

“Like spying on me?” I asked quite unsettled.

“Not spying on, just keeping an eye like I said.” He corrected. “It’s not like you’ve been doing anything shady babe. I observed you from afar and all I saw was a great warrior protecting her community.”

“You mean forced into protecting it? The Sanctuary is not my community.” I told him very truthfully.

“Whether it was intentional or not, I saw how well you fought and I wanted you to know how pleased I am to see that. Which brings me directly to the point of this meeting”

“I thought we were never gonna get there. Why did you call me here?”

"Hush sweetheart. I’ll tell you eventually, but I need you to keep an open mind”

“Ok..”

“I wanted to promote into a position that will give you the best accommodations you can get in the Sanctuary while still being my main hit-woman”

“What position is that?

“I want you to become one of my wives”

[seblore]

everyday i wake up and you still havent posted your evermore rant </3

there u go boo 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

GDBDNSKDJHHDDNDS GIRL................ ok so i very cleverly avoided ranking folklore because every song REALLY HIT and the whole album was just SO.. SO.. yeah. i can however rank miss evermore. i dont want to compare the two album i do not get the point in that. both give off really different vibes. now what i will say is with folklore, AS AN ALBUM, it is just a master masterpiece. The songs flowed amazingly with each other and really held you close the entire first listen. at least thats what I felt like <3 with evermore however, the individual songs are OMG!!! THERE IS LITERALLY NO SONG I DONT LIKE FROM ANY OF THE TWO ALBUMS. but as an album on the first listen i did feel a bit disconnected from evermore which didnt happen to me with folklore. why i think that might’ve happened is BECAUSE taylor is just so brilliant m8.... the MASSIVE contrasting emotions between the songs was too much for my little brain to handle.

Ok so now that’s out of the way dhsjsk time for rankings :) i have no idea where im going to put each song im just going to make it up as we go <3 ill ALSO give you my fave lyrics from each if I remember it <333 (oh and also you’ll notice marjorie isnt here. im sorry but i never listened to it after the first listen because it hits a little too close to home and i dont want to unpack all of that now im sorry! it is a beautiful song)

14. Closure: she popped off <3 she really said dont treat me like a situation that needs to be handled 💃🤙💯 a beautiful song with beautiful lyrics HOWEVER its the first song i couldnt connect with thus it’s down here BUT I STILL WOULD LISTEN TO IT ON REPEAT THO... the last in my ranking but still fucks 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ thats taylor swift 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

13. long story short: i have never been in a relationship ever BUT GODDAMN ‘pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips’ hdjsksksjjddjnBbdns jddd ubebs!:!?:?:$3&39383$hzjs WOAH.... and this bitch really summarized the full 2016 drama with long story short it was a bad time. HILARITY. yeah not much to say here tho this is just the ‘at least one mandatory song to shake your tits to on each ts album’ song of evermore <3 and always remember that if the shoe fits walk in it TILL YOUR HIGH HEELS BREAK WOOH ANDIFELLDOWNTHEPEDESTALRIGHTDOWNTHERA—

12: dorothea: making a lark of misery :D RENt free. i had to listen to ‘if youre tired of being known for who you know you know youll always know me’ 113 times to finally understand it tho 😐 some of us are stupid and illiterate have you ever thought about that miss swift???? anyways TINGTINGTINGINGINGING THE STARS IN YOUR EYES SHINED BRIGHTER IN TUPELO <33333 such an innocent feel good song I LOVE!!!!!

11. ivy: the goddamn here and the hush of mirrorball ARE THE REASON IM STILL ALIVE 😽 another lyrical masterclass <3 ‘id live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time’ IS2G!!!!!!!!!!! anyways what if you cheated on your husband with me and i cheated on my husband with you and my pain fit in the palm of your freezing hands 😳 JK JK 😅 unless...... 🤪😏 hdjsks yeah this song is magnificently cursed and i am in love with it 🧎‍♀️

10. tis the damn season: this song is august but the other side of the coin. august but four months later. AUGUST SLIPPED AWAY LIKE A BOTTLE OF WINE- THE HOLIDAYS LINGER LIKE A BAD PERFUMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... she sounds so pretty goshhh! ‘time flies messy as the mud on your truck tires NOW IM MISSING YOUR SMILE hear me out we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now’ is on repeat in my mind. and as always the bridge ::::::::::::::.............:::::::::::::: how does she do this everytime. ‘and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles im faking’ 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ after every ts song i listen my expectations about true love grows exponentially and my chances of finding true love falls exponentially simultaneously ADIEU.

9. willow: she really took the invisible string quartet and put it in huh..................... FUCKED IN THE HEADDDDDDDDDDDDDD. what can i say <3 its just such a pretty song <3 hashtag gorgeous hashtag i cant say anything to its face. WRECK MY PLANS!!!!!! WRECK IT BITCH!!! ‘wait for the signal and ill meet you after dark’ LOVE STORY WHIPLASH. also mate i cant even focus on the song she looks SO GOOD in the music video i—

8. happiness: !!!! what can i say.... one of the best songs of the album hands down. lyrical masterpiece AND musically rich. she really logged into tumblr dot com and typed out ‘THERE’LL BE HAPPINESS AFTER YOU’ AND ‘THERE WAS HAPPINESS BECAUSE OF YOU’ ARE IDEAS THAT CAN COEXIST and logged off...... h8 her and her insanity. the one word i have to describe this song is: picturesque. tis a picturesque song <3 oh and dfbhhffcbhDDVHHTRSDVJK when i heard ‘i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you’ i audibly GASPED and then she says ‘no i didnt mean that sorry i cant see facts through all of my fury’................. i fell out of my chair. IT FELT LIKE AS IF SHE HEARD MY GASP AND TOLD ME SPECIFICALLY THAT NO SHE DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT... anyways yeah. ill write an article one day named THE SWIFT DECEPTION OF TAYLOR about how she keeps writing songs with deceptive titles and this will be the opening case 😈🤙 also the fact that this is one of my faves and i put it in number 8 says a lot......

7. evermore: i havent recovered from ‘motion capture. put me in a bad light’. i mean come on the whole goddamn song is a lyrical masterpiece. ‘writing letters addressed to the fire’. IS SHE OK!????????????? i think tf not. beautiful song beautiful arrangement. iver sounded really good too. and lol lol rofl WOOFWOOFbarkbark ‘HEY DECEMBER GUESS IM FEELING UNMOORED’ unmoored definition from google dot com: no longer attached. she doesn’t go back to december anymore. about2 faint oml. long story short: i did not survive. THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE........ what i felt with this song is that she took the quarantine sadness we all felt at least once this year and made it into a masterpiece of a song. couldve been easily the top song on any album except this. no i will not elaborate <3

6. no body no crime: i cannot believe. she teased us with a musical number. this woman teased us with. a musical number. I THINK SHE IS WRITING A MUSICAL BUT I JUST CANT PROVE IT! when she wins that tony 16 years later call me prophetic xoxo. anyways yeah she literally wrote this to flex her storytelling abilities. send tweet 🐥

5. cowboy like me: YEEEHAWWW I’LL BE HONEST WITH YOU I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FULL SONG SOUNDS LIKE I JUST HAVE THE BRIDGE ON REPEAT!!!! OMFG!!! the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. AAAA!! ??? STFU. IM NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THE LYRICS MATE THE WAY ITS SUNG!!!!!!! GUT WRENCHING! the best bridge she has ever written musically. i cant stop listening to it. REALLYYY DID BELIEEEVE I WAS THE ONEEE. STORIESSS ABOUT WHEEEN YOU PASSSEDDD THROUGHH TOWN. y e l l. and then she hits me with ‘now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon.’ L ???? M !!!!! A $$$$$ O “”””” i had to pause it and sit there for 10 minutes to take in what i had just heard. case closed critical hit sustained yeedhawd.

4. tolerate it: i cried. the only reason it’s not 1 is because it hurt me too much. WHAT THE FUCK YOU MF YOU ASSUME IM FINE BUT WYD IF I BREAK FREE AND LEAVE US IN THE RUINS???? TOOK THIS DAGGER IN ME AND REMOV�� m8 this physically hurts me everytime. if its all in my head TELL ME RN. aghhh aRghhhhhhh. pain. and lol she broke down sleep to its bare essentials ‘breathing with your eyes closed’.

3. ??? coney island: i know it’s a bit of a controversial top three but WHO CARES 🕴this is solely here for ‘AND IM SITTING ON A BENCH IN CONEY ISLAND wondering where did my BABYy GO’ im shaking. my bed is shaking. my body is shaking. my pupils are shaking. THE WAY SHE SINGS IT OH MY GOODNESS ME i have to lie down gimme a sec. ‘and if this is the long haul howd we get here so soon 😟’ SCREAM. and when i was hearing it for the first time and she said ‘sorry for not making you my centerfold’ i was like yeah and?? so what?? and then she hits me with ‘over and over’...... so she didnt make him/her/them her centerfold over and over !!!!!!! she is sorry she didnt do it over and over!!!!!! mannn.... the chorus.. i shall not speak. i am held at gunpoint i CANNOT SPEAK. the bridge tho dhdnsksksjsb I CAN SPEAK AND I SHALL SPEAK. BITCH WENT OFFFFFFFF. <3 this is the apology she deserved from her exes which she never got so she wrote it herself. podium. grey skies. birthday cake. ACCIDENT. im laughingggggggggggg <///3 and yeah so overall it is a really yummy song with yummy vocals and yummy arrangement 9/10 would recommend. also!! life lessons kids life lessons. disappointments? SIMPLY CLOSE YOUR EYES AND PRETEND YOU DO NOT SEE IT YAAAAAAAAAS

2. gold rush: ETHEREAL!!!!!! The last time i felt like this™️ whilst listening to a song was with mirrorball <3 the production of this song omg omg omg LOVE 💃 but what propelled it to number two status was the ‘i dont like slow motion double vision in ROSE BLUSH/ i dont like that falling feels like flying till the BONE CRUSH’ imagine how fucked in the head a person needs to be to rhyme rose blush with bone crush. yeah i have nothing more to say really this song is extremely gorgeous and ‘eyes like sinking ships on water so inviting i almost jumped in’ / ‘walk past quick brush’ ?:!:!&:8483 F A V E <33333 and the transition transmission transfusion from ‘... gray old tea cuz itll never be ᵍˡᵉᵃᵃᵃᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡⁱⁿᵍᵍᵍᵍ’ MADAME

1. champagne problems: are we surprised? ARE WE REALLY SURPRISED? when listening to new albums i normally listen to it at one go in order. i stick to that rule. HOWEVER after many years of my solid album listening self made rule tm i finally broke and immediately replayed this mf song after listening to it once. ‘you had a speech, youre speechless/ love slipped beyond your reaches’???? stfu???? VILE. PUNISHABLE. DEROGATORY. and welp the entire bridge ...... .... ........... what can i say. And the parallels to miss all too well??? WHAT WAS THE REASON???? your SISTER splashed out on the bottle- left my scarf there at your SISTER’s house 😐 she’ll patch up your tapestry that i SHRED- maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you TORE it all up 😐 your MOM’s ring in your pocket- your MOTHER’s telling stories bout you on the tee ball team 😐 November flush and your FLANNEL cure- PLAID shirt days and nights when you made me your own 😐 wHAT A SHAME SHE IS FUCKED IN THE HEAD IS2G........... and also why would she not rhyme POCKET with LOCKET?????? why with wallet???????????? slant rhyme why????????????? AND THE NOTE THIS MF SONG ENDS ON..... FUCKED IN THE HEAD

THATS IT. i really sat here and did this for the past 2 hours huh...... hhdjsms anyways LONG STORY SHORT: I HATE ONE INSANE WOMAN AND HER NAME IS TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT. GODSPEEED 🏃‍♀️

[agressivelyunfancynerd]

Prank Wars 3

A/N:  Okay, what had intended to be a one shot has turned into a series. I am so sorry, I haven’t updated my others yet, I work two jobs and do martial arts classes, so I am never near my computer. And when I am, I’m exhausted.

Pairings: Female Reader x Bucky x Thor x Loki

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff (a little)

Word Count: 2,400+

Blurb: After your prank war with Bucky ended in a truce, you and Bucky have decided to team up against Thor. Now Loki has warned you, it’s your turn to be pranked.

 It had been two weeks since Loki appeared in the tower and warned you and Bucky that you shouldn’t have messed with Thor. And since that day, the two of you had been on edge.

You and Bucky shared his bed, while you slept, he kept watch and vice versa. One ate food while the other kept watch. You had taken to checking all the chairs in the tower, rocking them, kicking them, making sure they were still solid.

Bucky used his flesh hand when opening the fridge or cupboards; he still wasn’t over the magnet prank you pulled.

Every time Thor entered the tower, the two of you would shrink away. You were never sure when Loki would strike, or how brutal he would be, and that in itself scared the shit out of the pair of you.

***

“You know, for a trained assassin, you are a little scaredy cat Barnes” you teased one morning on your way to the kitchen after combat training.

“Oh yeah? And you’re not, he’s THE Trickster, God of Mischief,” Bucky said glancing around the tower nervously.

“If you let him know you’re afraid, and then he has power over you!” you patted Bucky’s shoulder.

“If you ain’t afraid, you ain’t human” Bucky mocked.

“You stole that from a movie Barnes” you said, shaking your head.

“So what, it’s true!” he whined.

“Sargent Barnes, you’re wanted in the lobby” F.R.I.D.A.Y announced, startling you and Buck, “urgently” she added. Barnes nodded to you and took off running down the hallway. You walked to the kitchen before checking the cupboards, and chairs and table and grabbing some breakfast.

Your phone pinged in your gym bag. And then again, and again, and again. It was pinging like crazy. You rifled through your bag and found it. Oh god. Tumblr was ablaze with posts about how the Winter Soldier showed up in the tower lobby completely naked. Pictures to come.

You flicked through some of your feeds, everyone was talking about it, laughing and joking about his size, being overly descriptive, but still there were no photos, some sort of mobile error. How had Bucky left you got in an elevator and thought, oh I know, I will just strip off and go to the lobby in the nude… And then it clicked, this had to have been Loki. You snorted under your breath, it was a good prank, and you were mildly impressed.

***

Bucky arrived in the kitchen, his mobile phone in his hand, his face bright tomato red.

You started laughing. You couldn’t help it.

“Shut it Y/N” Bucky whined.

“It’s epic, it’s all over Tumblr!” you laughed.

“Aw man, not Tumblr too!”

“The god news is, Loki can play with minds, and make people believe him, but he can’t fool technology, so there are no pictures! But boy, there is a lot of fan art”

“You’re enjoying this too much” he sighed.

“I am, it’s funny!” you grinned.

“Pay back is going to be a bitch Y/N” he poked his tongue at you.

***

After you left Bucky to wallow in his pity party, you were heading back to your room; Loki appeared by your side.

“So, Y/N, what did you think of my first prank?” he mused.

“Eh” was all you said, leaving him in your wake.

“Eh? Eh is all I get?” he said frazzled.

“It was eh, could’ve been funnier, but wasn’t a fail prank, so eh” you teased, Loki picked up the pace and got in front of you, you stopped in your tracks. He turned his face to the side and starred at you.

“So what would you’ve done Miss Y/L/N?” he said squinting at you.

“Oh no, sweetie, I am not giving away my pranks, besides, you’re supposed to be getting Bucky and I back for Thor, how’s it a prank if I know what’s going to happen?” and with that, you left Loki standing in the hallway.

Was he really fishing for ideas, or was this part of his prank? Lolling you into a false sense of security. Either way, you were now on high alert.

***

A couple of days went by, you were all called to a mission, and Thor had warned Loki not to interrupt that, so things were quiet, and calm – which just stressed you and Bucky out more. The action on Tumblr had seemed to die down; everyone was over Bucky and “baby” Bucky.

You were sitting in your seat on the Quinjet heading back to the tower, you were within visual distance of it, when suddenly it jerked upwards and the hanger door flew open. Everyone looked panicked, there was shouting and cursing, your seatbelt snapped and you went flying towards the door, you let out a blood curdling scream, closed your eyes and curled up as tight as you could.

When you no longer felt the breeze against your face, you peaked through your lashes, you were lying on the floor in the foetal position, and everyone was staring at you, when a voice came over the comms.

“GOTCHA Y/N!” Loki cackled and then appeared on the Quinjet in front of you.

“Yet another fantastic prank Loki! Bravo!” Thor bellowed, whacking Loki on the back. You looked up and everyone was smiling or stifling laughs, you looked to Bucky who lost it.

“Not funny Loki!” You growled getting up off the floor, “playing on a person’s fear isn’t a game” you walked back to your seat muttering under your breath.

“Oh,” he looked at you puzzled, “but when you let Thor believe you had the Captain’s head in a pickle jar which scared him, that was funny?” he sneered.

“That, ah, that was –” you babbled.

“It wasn’t any different, and if you can’t handle the heat, get out of the Quinjet” Loki said, disappearing as abruptly as he came.

“That’s, not how that saying goes?” Steve said, looking at everyone puzzled.

***

“I didn’t know you were afraid of heights Y/N” Bucky said, as the two of you walked back to his room. You’d take up residence there, so you could keep each other safe from Loki and his pranks.

“It’s not the heights I’m afraid of Buck…” you said, “It’s the sudden stop at the bottom”

Bucky laughed, before opening his door and ushering you inside. Both of you stopped dead in your tracks. All of Bucky’s furniture was on the roof. All of it. His bed, his sheets, his desk, his books, his pictures, even your shoes and duffle bag.

“Son of a bitch” Bucky groaned.

“Loki had help with this one though,” you said.

“Huh? Who?” Bucky looked at you puzzled.

“Well, firstly, this is a lame, old timers joke, gluing shit to the roof, so I’m guessing Steve, but look at this,” and you held up what you had found so Bucky could see, “it’s not glue, it’s web. Spider web.”

“No! You don’t think Peter is working against us?”

“Nah, he had to have been coerced” you said.

***

 Meanwhile, elsewhere in the tower…

“Mr. Parker, Captain, that was a very fun prank to pull off, what else do you have in mind?” Loki mused, the three of them sitting around a table, spit balling ideas off each other.

 ***

It took you the better part of two hours to cut and rip the web off the roof and get your stuff down. Bucky was fuming, he’d peeled paint in patches, and you had to throw out a pair of your shoes, because in his anger to pull everything off the roof, your shoe came, but the sole was still stuck.

“You know, if I wasn’t annoyed, I’d actually be impressed with this” you said, trying to make conversation with Bucky.

Bucky just muttered under his breath. You reached over and started massaging his shoulders. He tensed up at first, before loosening up and just about melting under your touch. Before long, his breath evened out and his frown had disappeared from his face.

“Feel better?” you teased.

“No, I’m still mad” he grumbled, before a cheeky smile spread across his face.

“Liar” he scoffed, and made fake insulted how dare you call me a liar, gesture.

After that, you both showered, and got changed and headed up to the kitchen for dinner.

***

Steve had prepared dinner, it was a nice roast, heaps of vegetables, and a nice selection of white sauce, gravy and marinade. You reached across the table and grabbed the white sauce, you loved that stuff, it was creamy and cheesy and made everything better, you smothered your food in it, and then Bucky nodded and you did the same to his.

You scooped up a big fork full, and shoved it in your mouth. Before gagging and spitting it out into the napkin.

“What the fuck?” you gagged.

Bucky looked between you and his dinner, before pushing the plate away from himself.

Suddenly Steve’s body shifted and changed, and Loki was standing at the head of the table laughing. He pushed the white sauce bottle towards you, and then a vanilla pudding jar. You read the labels, and then looked up at him frowning.

“That’s cold Loki” you whined.

“Eh, wasn’t my idea, but was funny” and with that, Loki sauntered out of the room.

***

“So who do you think’s on Team Loki?” you said to Bucky. You were sitting on the couch together watching TV.

“Well, not Thor, he’s tried to stay out of the actual pranks, but he is amused by it.” Bucky said, turning the volume down on the tv, “maybe Peter, what with all the web in our room, Steve too I think, that pudding in the mayo jar, or rather, white sauce bottle was something I did to him when we were kids, has his name written all over it.”

“I don’t know about Peter, he’s too, innocent,” you sighed, readjusting yourself to get comfy on the couch, “he didn’t want any part in my pranks with you, he merely watched in awe.”

“It’s the quiet, innocent ones you have to look out for, like you,” he grinned at you.

“Whatever do you mean?” you teased, before moving to sit in Bucky’s lap.

“You’re a little devil, a dirty little devil at that” Bucky’s arms went around your waist and he pulled you closer. You could feel his breath on your skin, and you lent down to kiss him, just as your lips brushed against each other, Loki burst into the room and let off an air horn.

It blared so loud you could feel it in your teeth. And because Bucky wasn’t watching, it startled him and he threw you off of his lap and onto the other couch, and stood up abruptly, ready to fight whoever scared him.

You started laughing, and then so did Loki, Bucky scowled between the both of you before stomping out of the room cussing under his breath.

***

You let Bucky go, and calm down before coming back to his room. He was lying on his back, his fists scrunched up in the sheets and he was still grumbling.

“Come on Bucky, don’t get salty, we can’t dish is out and then not expect it in return.” You plonked down beside him on the bed.

“It’s not that he pranked us, which I can take, it’s just”

“Then what?”

“It’s just, never mind”

“Bucky, tell me”

Bucky grabbed you and pulled you against his body and kissed you, before rolling you over and propping himself above your body. You ran your hands down his chest and grabbed the hem of his shirt.

***

The next morning you woke up in Bucky’s arms, after a particularly epic night.

“So, that happened” you mused, drawing circles on his chest with your finger.

“I knew you were a dirty girl” he said, kissing your head.

“Oh babe, you have no idea” you said, moving your hand down his body, until it was between the two of you. His eyes went wide and he grinned at you.

***

You didn’t leave Bucky’s room until around noon, when both of you were complaining of being hungry. You headed to the kitchen, Bucky whipped up a massive plate of eggs and bacon and hash browns and grilled tomatoes, you two grabbed your chairs out and went to sit down.

***

Peter and Steve were standing in the corner watching.

“Should we warn them?” Peter asked.

“Nah” Steve said.

***

Just as you and Bucky sat down, the chairs de-materialized and you both landed hard on your asses. Loki materialized, laughing himself stupid, and then Peter and Steve stumbled out of the corner, laughing, until the saw your faces.

“I told you Steve and Spider-boy were in on it!” Bucky grumbled at you.

“PETER! I defended you!” you whined, shocked.

“ALRIGHT THAT’S ENOUGH!” Nat barked entering the room. Everyone stopped laughing and starred at her. She was in her Black Widow get up, hands on her hips and a resting bitch face to end all resting bitch faces.

“I swear the next person to pull a prank, that isn’t for April Fool’s Day has to deal with me, this shit has got so out of hand, making people believe Steve’s head is in the freezer, mind controlling people to believe Bucky is walking around naked. What are you? Two year olds?” she left the room grumbling in Russian.

“I have an idea” Loki and Bucky said in unison.

“Oh no, fuck that, I’m out!” Steve just about screamed before running out of the room.

“It’ll take our best pranks yet, we’ll need the whole team, and if she catches us, we’re all dead” you said. Peter was standing in the corner, a terrified look on his face.

“Ummmm, I just remembered I have the decathlon for the next like, year? I won’t be able to help” and with that, he suited up, jumped out the window and web sling-ed out of sight.

“You know, if you need someone to rifle through Widow’s underwear draw, I’m your man” you all turned to see Deadpool in the kitchen, he was eating a chimichanga, his mask halfway up his face, just revealing his mouth. When no one answered, he stuffed the rest in his mouth and then jumped out the window.

“CATCH ME PETER!” he bellowed.

***

You gathered the rest of the gang, and started devising your best pranks. 

@vivianbabz, @bunnymother93, @mannatgalhotra, @jonsnowisnotdeadthough, @coffeekeyboardsss, @labyrinth-of-thoughts, @polarbearnamedpanda, @i-see-a-tiny-light, @irepeldirt, @phoenix21love @magellan-88 @swtwtrgin @commissioner23 @debzybrazy @nadtandy @photography-to-all @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @spidergirl2017

[kirby42280]

Waterfall Eclipse II: The Lost Clan - Chapter Four

A/N: HOLY CRAP I AM BACK!

The last time I updated this fanfic was almost a year ago on October 16th, 2016. I am so very sorry for the delay in this. BUT!!!! I did write this chapter, as well as five, AND part of six. I didn’t mean for it to go past five, but as luck would have it, it has. =)

Just a couple of notes:

1. If you haven't read the first part to this story, you may want to. You might miss jokes that I may reference, etc. This story starts pretty much right where the first part ends. Find part one here: Fanfiction.net / Tumblr / Wattpad

2. I finished WE-I back in April 2016, which means my captains and lieutentants don't really match up to what Tite Kubo did in his manga. I am keeping my list for the most part. The only ones I got right were Rukia Kuchiki and Isane Kotetsu. If you would like me to write up a list of my captains and lieutenants, leave me a message and I will reply. If I get enough requests, I may make a side chapter that shows it.

Summary: Hitsugaya Rani is back with the next step in her story - finding out her the history of the crest on her hairpin. Along with suffering from a series of nightmares that somehow link together and the research of one ten-year-old, Rani finds out the truth about her past and what it may mean for her future.

Waterfall Eclipse II: The Lost Clan

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Part II on: Fanfiction.net / Wattpad

Chapter Four:

Rani walked with her husband to the dining hall where they were greeted by the Kuchiki family members. After Lily finally made it, the group made their way to their seats and proceeded to enjoy the meal that was prepared for them with minimal discussion.

Once everyone was finished with their meal, they opted to head outside to enjoy the warm weather.

"Now, Lieutentant Hitsugaya, I am wondering how curious you are about your past?" Lord Ginrei inquired breaking the semi-awkward silence.

Her captain's glare towards his grandfather did not go unnoticed by Rani either.

"I had be wondering what you found out about my comb and the crest on it, but I've been rather pre-occupied with work to ever ask about it." she admitted. "Why do you ask?"

"Do you have the comb?" her captain inquired.

"Yes." Rani answered with a nod and slowly pulled it out.

"What did you find out, Lily?"

All eyes that were looking at Rani turned to Lily.

"Not much, truthfully. I can't match any family crest to any clan in the records hall. I've come close, but none are exact matches." she answered.

"Why were you having her do such research anyway?" Rani inquisitively asked.

"It was a quick way for her to learn all of the clan names since her lessons only cover about a quarter of the ones that exist." Captain Kuchiki answered. "And I didn't want her to be in that studio all the time."

Lily sheepishly grinned once she realized Rani was smiling at her.

"So, you are at a stale-mate?" Lord Ginrei inquired.

"Yes, great-grandfather." Lily said sadly.

"But there is something she and I are both wondering." Rani stated.

"Oh?"

"Yes. Why is there one copy of a posted list with a single volume crossed off, and why is there a locked door?" Rani asked taking the initiative.

"You saw that, huh?" Lord Ginrei asked with a grin receiving two nodding heads.

"That, lieutenant, is something I will open now for all of us." Captain Kuchiki replied.

He then started to walk away and the group followed him with a surprised delay. Lily had a bounce to her step as she followed the adults.

"You, uh, didn't have anything to say?" Rani asked Toshiro as they walked along.

"Nope. This is all about you and your history. I am just here to witness and learn." he answered her with a grin. "And I am not the only one that has been quiet." he added as he motioned his head over to Rukia.

"I am well aware that I have been quiet about this." Rukia defended. "I know my place in this family, and I am here to witness and learn as well."

Rani let out a small giggle as a response.

"Where exactly are we?" Toshiro asked as they approached the building.

"This, Captain Hitsugaya, is our family's personal hall of records." Captain Kuchiki answered as he opened the door.

"Personal? You keep a second account of everything?"

"You're quick, but technically we have multiple accounts and records of everything in random buildings throughout the Seireitei." Lord Ginrei answered.

They all followed Byakuya to the rear of the main hall and through the stacks. He stopped right at the door and turned around.

"This door, right Lily?"

"Yes." she answered as she squeezed through Rani and Toshiro.

As he turned back around, Lily noticed he pulled out a key that was hidden inside of his shihakushō and used it to open the door.

"This is one of our lesser used rooms here, but it has valuable records in here."

"How valuable?" Toshiro inquired. "And did the Central 46 know?"

Byakuya chose to remain mute, which caused Toshiro to grin at his wife who just shook her head.

"Oh, right, before we go in," he started, "What list Lily?" he quickly asked.

Lily moved over to the closest stack and pointed it out. He walked over to her and took it off of the stack confusing all who were in the hall with him.

"I'll need this as a reference and confirmation." he calmly stated as he turned around and walked through the door. "And no, the Central 46 did not know. However, once the truth comes to light, the new Central 46 members will be informed. I'll…explain everything to them once Rani hears her full history."

The group nodded.

"Although she might not want to hear it." Lord Ginrei added.

Byakuya brushed off his grandfather's words and walked through the smaller stacks and carefully examined the books. He took two off the shelf and handed one each to Rani and Lily.

"They aren't the same, but one is the only copy ever written. The Kuchiki Clan never rewrote it, so it was kept in here." Byakuya commented as he eyed the one in Rani's hand. "The other one, on the other hand,"

"Is the volume I needed." Lily excitedly finished. She looked around and found a chair with a light nearby and started to go through page by page. "Rani, can I have your comb?"

"Y-yeah." Rani stammered and then walked over to her.

Lily carefully looked at all of the clans symbols in the volume and stopped after darting her eyes back and forth between the page she was on and the comb.

"I found it." She said calmly, even though everyone knew she would have preferred to scream it in victory. Lily looked up at her father and smiled.

"Bring it here."

Lily did as she was told and handed him the book with the page open. She also handed Rani back her comb.

"Let's head to the house. This is a story that might take a while, or might not, depending on how many questions are asked."

The group nodded and followed Byakuya out the hall of records. Rani kept a semi slow pace not sure of what was about to unfold for her. She looked at the cover of the book in her hands and tightened her grasp.

"You'll be fine."

"Somehow, Toshiro, I am not sure that I will be. If what I am seeing in my dream and nightmare, it's not going to be pretty." Rani replied quietly.

They arrived in the common room, and the manor staff were told not to disturb them by any means after tea was brought into the room for everyone.

Rani sat down directly across from her captain and kept eye contact with him.

"The information of what I am about to reveal was an order by the former Head Captain to keep is secret. Now that he is gone, I do not feel as bad in telling you your history." he started. "Rani, you are the sole descendant and heir of the Sutahomu clan, and your real first name is Amaraniyah." She nodded remembering the name from the dream. "Your clan wasn't a bad clan, by any means, but for one reason or another, there was an uprising amongst the servants."

"How old was the clan?" Toshiro asked curious.

"About seven generations." Lord Ginrei answered. "Byakuya met Lady Amaraniyah when she was really young, about a year before the uprising occurred. And I am sure you do not remember that."

"No, sir, I don't." Rani confirmed.

"The Sutahomu clan was not in charge of anything specific, but they did help out with everything when they were asked to. They put their ties in everything, whether it be weapons, trade, written history, and other trades that the Seireitei needed. The family itself was friendly with all other clans, so they were deemed worthy and trustworthy. No one new what was happening behind closed walls though regarding their inner workings. As far as the uprising, I firmly believe that the clan was taken by surprise."

Rani listenend intently to what her captain was stating. She was silent, as was everyone else, as he continued the story.

"Although your family did what they could to defend themselves, it was in vain. Somehow you managed to get out and survive. The sight of me seeing the deceased members of your family still resurfaces on occasion. It was a very grisly scene for any new Shinigami, especially since young innocent kids were massacred as well. The Gotei 13 looked in vain for you after realizing you were not a part of the dead, but they never found you. We did find the servants who fled to the Seireitei and questioned them about what happened and where you were. The first they answered, but they had no idea where you went off to. After a couple of weeks, the search was called off, the guilty were tried and punished, and the Head Captain ordered all records of your clan to be destroyed."

"I might have a small idea on how I escaped." she commented thinking back to her dream. "But what about this book?"

"That was a personal request by your father of me. It's a comprehensive history of your clan, including trade information, family information, and stuff like that. The volume that Lily has is more concise and basic "common knowledge" that anyone can have. Think of yours as a biography on your clan that was written in secret."

Rani raised her eyebrow at her captain.

"Read that later, Rani." Lord Ginrei requested. She nodded. "What did you mean when you said you might have an idea on how you escaped?"

"Oh, I've been having this recurring dream, sometimes nightmare, but it's not showing in the right order. Toshiro thought it could have been a memory from my past. I can agree with some parts, but not all."

"Explain please."

"Um, well, it's not like I am living it. It's more like I am watching it unfold as a spectator."

"I may have jokingly commented that there was a possibility that Captain Kurotsuchi could help her." Toshiro admitted.

Byakuya was silent for a moment, as were Rukia and Lord Ginrei.

"Actually, he may be able to."

"What?" Rani asked in shock.

Byakuya stood up.

"Let's go. All of us."

"Even me?" Lily asked confused.

"Yes. I did say 'all of us', didn't I?"

Lily smiled.

"Hold my hand." Rani commented. "Shunpo is not something to be taken lightly."

Lily nodded and did as she was told. A few moments later they were all standing outside of Squad Twelve.

"How did you know daddy was going to shunpo all the way here?"

"Because he's that kind of captain." Toshiro answered for Rani. "Walking's too slow for him." he whispered in her ear causing the young girl to giggle.

"Captain Kuchiki, Captain Kuchiki, Captain Hitsugaya, Lieutenant Hitsugaya." the four were greeted by one of the Squad Twelve Shinigami. "And?"

"Lord Ginrei Kuchiki and Lady Lily." Byakuya introduced. "Is your captain in?"

"Yes, sir. Please go ahead."

The group headed in and made their way to the main building of the squad, and where they all knew they'd find Captain Kurotsuchi.

"Ah, what do we owe this pleasure?"

"Captain Kurotsuchi, we have an odd request." Captain Hitsugaya started.

"I see. Does this have something to do with the only lieutenant among you?"

Byakuya's eyes narrowed.

"I see it does. Come, come. No need to be shy. We're all friends here." Kurotsuchi stated and then saw Lily. "Hello."

Lily gasped and hid behind her father.

"Is there really a need in scaring my daughter?" Byakuya asked firmly.

"No, my apologies. Tell me what the favor is."

"How to word this…" Toshiro said trailing off.

"Is there a way to force me to dream something, like a possible memory or recurring dream, but dream it in the correct order. And is there a way to project said dream for everyone here to see?" Rani asked impatiently.

"Now, that, my dear lieutenant, is a very interesting question."

"Do you have an answer?" Lord Ginrei inquired, clearly annoyed.

"Give me five minutes." the Squad Twelve captain enthusiastically answered and quickly left the room leaving the group puzzled.

"He definitely is a weird captain." Lily commented.

"Enough to scare you." Rani added. "Don't worry. He creeped me out too the first time I met him. His personality never changes."

"His physical form might though." Toshiro quipped causing Rani to giggle.

"What do you mean by that?" Lily asked confused.

"Start painting him. Then paint him every few years." Byakuya answered surprising everyone.

"Don't you people know how rude it is to talk about someone behind their back?" Kurotsuchi asked causing almost all of them to jump out of their skin. "But you do have a point Captain Kuchiki." he agreed. "Now, onto the lieutenant's question, follow me, please."

Rani gulped as they all started to slowly follow him through his laboratory. They stopped when they reached a room with a bunch of monitors and an odd looking chair that Captain Kurotsuchi was standing next to and picking up a helmet off the chair.

"That looks scary to sit in." Lily softly stated. "And that helmet looks scarier."

"Well, the helmet, I am sure, is to get an accurate reading of whatever I am seeing." Rani said as she walked over to it. "I better be heavily drugged to do this."

"Don't worry, you will be. But I need Captain Kotetsu here as well." Kurotsuchi interjected.

"I am here." Captain Kotetsu said from behind. "Are you sure you want to do this, lieutenant?"

"Yes. Maybe it will cure me."

"Always about curing."

"And a thorn to Squad Four." Rani joked.

"I never said that, but you are a pain sometimes." Captain Kotetsu teased.

Once Rani was hooked up to the machine, she closed her eyes and waited for the medication to kick in and put her off to dreamland.

The group watched what she was seeing unfold with inquisitive eyes, and horror. At certain points, Byakuya covered Lily's eyes knowing what was to come.

"It's one thing to dream all of this, but it's another if it was actually a memory." Captain Kotetsu stated worried for Rani's well being. "Why would she dream this?" she asked as she unhooked Rani from the machine with Kurotsuchi's help.

"I will fill in all of the captains soon. Kurotsuchi, did you record this?"

"Yes. I will copy this for you…and for the lieutenant."

Moments later, he handed Captain Kuchiki and Toshiro a chip.

"Expect a meeting in two days. I need to see the Head Captain to arrange it." he said then paused. "Lily, go with your great-grandfather. I'll be home later."

"Yes, father."

Once Lily and Lord Kuchiki Ginrei left, as well as Rukia, Toshiro cleared his throat.

"Something on your mind, Captain Hitsugaya?"

"Yes. I was just wondering a couple of things."

"And what would they be?"

"Why it took you so long to tell Rani about the crest, and why you had Lily research it? Something isn't making any sense."

"In answer to your second question, I wanted Lily to learn more than what any Seireitei tutor can teach her. Some things need to found out through personal reading. Also, she needed to get out of the studio."

"And my first question?"

"I would have preferred to tell her earlier, but my grandfather and I agreed to hold off. I knew once I saw the comb. He knew it as well too."

"But why? Because of the Captain Commander?"

"Yes. If I told her then, she most likely would have confronted him and caused a big disturbance in the Gotei 13, as well as the Seireitei."

"Now that he's gone, you thought you were in the clear?"

"Sadly, yes. I know I might get in trouble still. But, do not worry about me. Rani will need time to process all that she has been told. Try to keep her home tomorrow. Let her process on her own, but make sure she doesn't do anything rash." Byakuya said concerned. "I am worried for her mental health at this point."

"As am I." Toshiro agreed as he watched the Squad Six captain leave.

Toshiro brought Rani home and kept a watchful eye on her while she slowly came out of the anesthesia.

"H-how'd I get here?"

"I brought you. Kurotsuchi succeeded. We all saw." he answered as he held up the chip. "He made you a copy so you can watch in an awake state."

"Oh. Okay."

"How are you feeling?"

"Actually, pretty damn good. Almost well rested."

He smiled and then encouraged her to go back to bed since it was late.

In the morning, Rani got up out of bed and changed. She didn't notice Toshiro in the doorway.

"I'm under orders to keep you home today."

"Huh? Why? And by whom?" she said half startled.

"Captain Kuchiki requested it so you can process all he told you. And, I am assuming so you can watch what is on this chip." he answered as he handed her the chip. "I have a reader in the closet in my office."

"That's an odd place for it."

"Well, I never needed a chip from Kurotsuchi for anything, so I put it away. I'll have it brought here so you can see what you dreamed in privacy."

"S-sure." Rani said as she scratched her head.

Toshiro walked over to her and embraced her into a hug.

"It's been a long road for you. But you now know who you truly are. It's a lot to process for anyone."

"I still need to read the book he gave me."

"So, will you stay home?"

"Yes, I will." Rani replied.

"I can sense the reluctancy in your decision."

"That, and I don't want to be lectured by my captain about going to work when it might not be the best time."

"True. He would do that." he agreed as he let her go. "I'll come back for lunch…say around noon?"

"Sure. See you later."

Toshiro left Rani be and headed out the door. Thirty minutes later, a Squad Ten officer was at their door with the reader.

"Good morning, Lieutenant Hitsugaya."

"Oh, hello. Just bring it onto the table."

"Sure."

He brought it inside the house and left Rani in peace. She waited until she knew she was in the clear before she inserted the chip in the designated slot and watched her full dream. Once finished, she took the book her captain gave her and started to learn about her birth family's history.

A quarter of the way into the book Rani found her eyelids getting heavy. Luckily for her, a much needed interruption occurred when someone came knocking on her door.

"Hello, Captain Kotetsu." Rani greeted.

"Isane, please." Rani nodded. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. Maybe a bit tired from reading, but other than that I am good."

"What about from yesterday? Did you dream it again last night?"

"Surprisingly, no. It was a peaceful night. Maybe the anesthesia helped." Rani joked. "Would you like tea, or water?"

"No. I just came from a meeting with another Squad Ten member and thought I'd swing by and see how you were."

"Thank you."

"And if you're tired from reading, don't fight it. Take a nap. With all of the restless nights you've had, it should help you."

"Medically speaking, what do you think about what you saw?"

"Frankly, I am curious as to why you were dreaming that. I don't know the full story, just that this was your reason for all of those sleepless nights."

"Everyone will learn about it at the meeting, which should prove to be interesting." Rani commented. "I would love to see everyone's reactions, but I doubt that will happen."

"Don't be so sure. Captain Kuchiki might request for you, and other lieutenants, to attend."

After a bit more small talk, Captain Kotetsu excused herself and made her way back to her Squad. Rani, once clear, laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. An hour she awoke to the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"Hey." she said slightly groggily.

"You okay? Normally you don't take a nap in the morning." he inquired as he sat down next to her.

"Yeah, between getting up early, watching the dream, and reading a part of that book, I made myself tired. Captain Kotetsu also stopped by and encouraged me to take a nap."

Toshiro smiled.

"What do you want for lunch? Or do you want to forego lunch and just rest?"

"Just rest for now. I can make myself something later." she answered with a grin. "Any word on when the meeting with all of the captains will take place?"

"I haven't heard anything yet. Maybe when I get back to my office."

A little while later, Toshiro left his sleeping wife and headed back to his office where a notice of a meeting was waiting for him, as well as his lieutenant.

Chapter Five

Thank you again for reading this story. I do appreciate the views when I remember to check this. I am still waiting on my first review, but oh well! There's nothing I can do about it.

Well, that covers it for right now. Off to write the next (final?) chapter. We'll see when I post that one. Hopefully it won't be a year from now...

~Kirby42280~