#Lady Oliva

[kidlit-queen-competition]

Round 2 poll 2: Lady Olivia from amphibia vs Aura Blackquil from ace attorney

Entry propaganda:

Lady Olivia

Widely headcanoned lesbian turned actual lesbian with himbo lesbian wife!!!! She upholds her family’s gift of caring for nature

Aura Blackquill

She is canonically pining after her dead lab partner, a psychologist she made robot children who have feelings with. Technically she and her crush should be a pair, do not separate, but her crush is dead and canonically doesn't reciprocate.

She's a roboticist who works for the Cosmos Space Centre, way before the game starts her love interest (not 100% explicitly but y'know. y'know its there it's almost all the way there) Metis Cykes was murdered and her brother falsely convicted for the crime. Seven years later there's another murder at the Space Centre and Aura takes matters into her own hands to force a retrial of Metis' murder by holding a number of visitors to the space centre hostage with her robots (hence the Mad Science). Other noteworthy scientific accomplishments is her working with Metis to help create a special set of headphones for Metis' daughter Athena to help cancel out the auditory overload she suffers from. The robots refer to both her and Metis as mother, though she eventually tells them to stop because it reminds her of Metis too much. She's got purple drills hair and slouches leaning down on one of her robots and wears a weird lab coat I love her. Also of note really you could put them in as a duo, Metis Cykes was one of the foremost psychologists of her day and Aura's partner in the robotics department, Aura's brother Simon studied under her to gain an edge in court (yes he's a convicted murderer and still a prosecutor its cool)

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

Mmmh really strugling to pick which ocs i want in artfight

[harddoor]

[razzle-zazzle]

Any Psychonauts OC's you have?

Sort of? I've certainly made up a few characters to use in my AUs, but I'm not sure I could call them Psychonauts OCs specifically, since chances are I'll use them again in other continuities as it suits me.

But of that number, we've got Archelaos from Buried Beneath, ancient bodystealer looking to have a good time, Denver, his on-and-off lover who he taught the bodyhopping trick to. And some other psychics who have figured out the bodyhopping trick throughout history but they don't have names yet.

There's the Entity in Symbiosis; Aranka Naumann and the clones in Pooter Pile; there's Creed and Tammy and the Owl from The Lion, along with all the other denizens of Ouroboros; and Carrie in Sit Still, Look Pretty. And that's about it for AU OCs actually.

[iskratempestmadness]

Affectionate nicknames and characters of the "Baki the grappler"

Baki:

The young man adheres more to the classics, such as "dear, sweet, sunny", but sometimes unusual ones such as "bead" or "fox cub" slip through.

Hanayama:

He definitely prefers the classics and deviates from them minimally. So "sweetheart, darling, darling" is all about you.

Katsumi:

Many, MANY unusual nicknames. And they depend on the situation you are in. But the most frequently used by him are "hamster, button, raccoon".

Jack:

He also prefers the classics, but sometimes tends to make fun of height. That's why you're a "baby, a puny, a rabbit" for him.

Retsu:

Mmm... It's difficult here, it depends on the mood. But definitely the answer is a preference for something classical, sometimes deviates into literature. "My lady, tulip, nymph," it's about you.

Shibukawa:

Classic. Definitely a classic. But sometimes he can tease for his character. So he will call you "imp, demoness" sometimes "cherry".

Yujiro:

But he doesn't really want to think about this topic. So he most often addresses you by your first name. But sometimes he slips into something like "dear" or "sweet".

Doppo:

He is a lover of idealizing and elevating his partner. That's why you're the queen for him," "my everything" and a lot of similar nicknames.

Tokugawa:

CLASSIC. LOTS OF CLASSICS. "Sweetheart, darling, darling" are the most frequently used. Sometimes he calls you "goldie."

Oliva:

Another lover of praising and exalting you. But at the same time, he remains a gentleman to all. Therefore, you can often hear words like "dear, sweet, queen, beloved, my happiness" addressed to you.

Katou:

Mmmm... Most often, it's something obscene and obscene, like "baby, darling", but there are also moments when he calls you the sun" or "sweetheart".

Jun:

He is extremely affectionate with you. And he will never allow himself to treat you rudely and cheekily. For him, you are "a princess, a doll, a ray of sunshine, my soul."

Chuharu:

Also not a lot of swagger, but it has limits. Besides, he only behaves like that in public, in private he can even be too sweet. "Sunshine, darling, darling, the light of my eyes " is about you.

[15-lizards]

do you have a fancast for lyanna you like? as a fellow oliva hussey lyanna hater i'm curious (oliva hussey is a vale lady or a cersei roberet child to me not lyanna or arya)

Unfortunately Lyannas description in the book is so basic and nothing burger that I have a hard time conjuring up a face for her, which is really fucking fitting BUT I’ve been big into the Inuit Starks lately so I like looking at pictures of Inuit girls and women, especially with round cheeks and longer faces :]

[casualwriters]

"Best friends" | Richie Valdovinos x reader

summary - After the Accident at the Halloween party you find Richie upset at the beach and you comfort him not figuring out he used to have a crush on you growing up as next-store neighbors.

Warning- none

- All the gifs go to the right full owners support them pls 💗

SPOILERS FOR RISE OF PINK LADIES EPISOSE 5

Falling on the ground as the emergency alarm howls in the light, next to you was Hazel and Wally, "Are you okay!" You dropped your arms from covering Hazel, she nodded towards you and Wally. "You okay Y/n," Wally asked you nodding then looking out the window to see fireworks, "fireworks?" You said to the two of them who were watching them with you

"I have to go," you say to the other two trying to find your friends, as you bolted out of the party, everyone was leaving thinking this was the real war coming but it was some stupid prank. Stepping outside you saw Jane and Richie, arguing "What is going on" you whisper running into Richie who already turned around on Jane. His face was sad and disappointed maybe because of Jane, you and Richie grew up together childhood best friend Olivia and him, but all three of you grew out of touch when you hit high school,

the cliches and being a Square or a Greeser you guys grew apart and you regretted that seeing Richie looking at you a smile came across your face "i have a place that cheer you up" saying to him Richie Scoffed "Doll i don't think the Frosty Palace, will cheer me up" he scoffs. Punching his shoulder you glared at him snagging Gill Keys from the tire "not there" you laughed twirling the keys around your index fingers "i show you". The car ride was quiet for the time of driving to the beach not far from you and Richie neighborhood it was a peaceful drive the radio was playing some Blues music that was popular for the time parking the car on the beach you looked at him he was smiling

"Wow doll dame i haven't been here in forever." Chuckling "since all of us were twelve" Both of you remembered the memories " oh man don't forget when i dump both you in the water! " Folding your arms annoyed " Richie Valdovinos! I had water in my ears for a week! " He shrugs " good you couldn't hear Oliva blabbing away" laughing " oh be nice,

"what happened tonight Rich " you asked him. Richie always appreciates you cutting to the chase and being straight up with him, it was one of the things he missed about you.

"Jane only cares about this fucking Election, i am like a dog she calls whenever i am relevant" Listening to him you Knew Jane She was such a sweet girl but throughout the weeks and dealing, with the election she wasn't the same girl!" he kicked the front of the car "and I saw her and Buddy, all cuddling She made a fool out of me Y/n!"

"Rich hey ever she did you don't know her side of it, you can't just jump the gun" Richie knew you were right, you were always right mending fights with him and Olivia, or separating conflict or fights. "I know, I know he looked over to see your hands covering your costume like you were cold he frowned and said.

"Here" he shakes off his T-Bird Jacket and drapes it over your shoulder. "but" he scoffs " No Buts or If's" he says "why did you give this to me wouldn't you rather, give it to Jane." he chuckled "I tried you were my second choice" he grins grabbing his Comb and brushing the strands of hair out of his face. "What do you mean by that?" you said your cheeks were flushing red right now. Richie looked over "it so stupid how clueless you were when we were younger "

"I had a crush on you a y/n" he chuckled putting the comb back in its rightful place. You stayed quiet listening to him talking it wasn't just one sided you thought to yourself.

"but I knew you were too good for me, sweet and caring that's why we stopped talking well, till tonight, what made me happy was even. When we were in a different, clicks or friend group you saw me upset and still wanted to check up on me, doll ." "it what I do" you smile at him "it wasn't one sided" you said to him, causing him to laugh nervously "oh all right" he saw you yawning has he chuckled " want me to drive, you home Princessa" nodding " yes please".

The drive back was laughing and talking just trying to catch up and make Richie's night better, he pulled into your driveway and smiled "See you later alright" You opened the door and got out

"only if you're lucky,"

you say to him he started the car up and drove away hoping, this could happen again.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Would you be okay with writing headcanon pov about a S/O with big ol honkers 🙏🏽🥹?

Baki Head Canons

Baki men who love big ol’ honkers

Biscuit Oliva

This man loves his lady soft so he’d love a partner with a large chest

Definitely a boob and ass man

Body worship on the daily

Baki Hanma

Remember when he hugged Maria and said how soft she was? He would definitely like a partner with a large chest

Would play with them all the time

Takes naps on them

Hector Doyle

Definitely is jealous of your chest

Helps you pick out the cutest bras and tops to show off your chest

Also plays with you chest a lot. Probably falls asleep beside you with one of your boobs in his hand. He just loves to squeeze the soft mounds so much

Sikorsky

He likes a big, soft chest

One he can lay on and put in his mouth

He’s great with his hands so be prepared for him to be playing with your nipples and chest a lot. Loves massaging them

He just generally loves the softness since he isn’t used to softness in his life

[cherrysfanfics-ily]

↬ What and Who I Write for ↫

☆ Grease: The Rise of the Pink Ladies

♡ Jane Facciano

♡ Oliva Valdovinos

♡ Nancy Nakagawa

♡ Cynthia Zdunowski

♡ Richie Valdovinos

♡ Shy Guy

♡ Potato

♡ Gil

♡ Susan

♡ Dot

♡ Rosemary

♡ Wally

♡ Hazel

♡ Buddy Aldridge

♡ Frenchy Facciano

☆ Grease

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Betty Rizzo

♡ Sandy Olsson

♡ Marty Maraschino

♡ Jan

♡ Kenickie Murdoch

♡ Danny Zuko

♡ Sonny

♡ Doody

♡ Roger

♡ Leo Balmudo

☆ Grease 2

♡ Paulette Rebchuck

♡ Frenchy Facciano

♡ Micheal Carrington

♡ Goose McKenzie

♡ Stephanie Zinone

♡ Johnny Nogerelli

♡ Louis DiMucci

♡ Sharon Cooper

♡ Rhonda Ritter

☆ Criminal Minds

♡ Spencer Reid

♡ Aaron Hotchner

♡ Emily Prentiss

♡ Derek Morgan

♡ Jennifer Jareau

♡ Elle Greenway

♡ Penelope Garcia

☆ Twilight

♡ Jasper Hale

♡ Alice Cullen

♡ Rosalie Hale

♡ Emmett Cullen

♡ Edward Cullen

♡ Carlisle Cullen

♡ Esme Cullen

♡ Bella Swan

♡ Sam Uley

♡ Paul Lahote

♡ Leah Clearwater

♡ Seth Clearwater

♡ Jacob Black

♡ Alec Volturi

♡ Cauis Volturi

☆ Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

♡ Enoch O’ Connnor

♡ Emma Bloom

♡ Jacob Portman 

♡ Millard Nullings

♡ Bronwyn

♡ Victor

♡ Horace

♡ Olive

♡ Hugh

♡ Fiona

☆ Glee

♡ Rachel Berry

♡ Finn Hudson

♡ Kurt Hummel

♡ Artie Abrams

♡ Santana Lopez

♡ Tina Cohen-Chang

♡ Mercedes Jones

♡ Brittany S. Pierce

♡ Noah Puckerman 

♡ Sam Evans

♡ Blaine Anderson

♡ Mike Chang

♡ Quinn Fabray

♡ Jesse St. James

♡ Sebastian Smythe

☆ Pitch Perfect

♡ Donald Walsh

♡ Jesse Swanson

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Unicycle

☆ Pitch Perfect 2

♡ Jesse Swanson

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Emily Junk

♡ Flo

♡ Pietrar 

♡ Kommissar

☆ Pitch Perfect 3

♡ Beca Mitchell

♡ Aubrey Posen

♡ Chloe Beale

♡ Stacie Conrad

♡ Cynthia Rose Adams

♡ Emily Junk

♡ Flo

♡ Calamity

♡ Serenity

♡ Charity

♡ Veracity

♡ Chicago

☆ Ride the Cyclone

♡ Mischa

♡ Noel

♡ Ricky

♡ Constance

♡ Jane Doe

♡ Ocean

☆ Mamma Mia

♡ Sophie Sheridan

♡ Sky

♡ Donna Sheridan

♡ Sam Carmicheal

♡ Harry Bright

♡ Bill Austin

♡ Pepper

☆ School Spirits

♡ Maddie Nears

♡ Simon Elroy

♡ Wally Clark

♡ Xavier Baxter

♡ Rhonda

♡ Charley

♡ Dawn

☆ Nerdy Prudes Must Die

♡ Stephanie Lauter

♡ Peter Spankoffski

♡ Richie Lipschitz

♡ Ruth Fleming

♡ Grace Chasity

♡ Max Jagerman

♡ Lords in Black

☆ Movie! Five Nights at Freddy's

♡ Micheal Schmidt

♡ Vanessa Afton

♡ Platonic! Abby Schmidt

☆ Fruits Basket

♡ Tohru Honda

♡ Yuki Sohma

♡ Kyo Sohma

♡ Hatsuharu Sohma

♡ Momiji Sohma

♡ Shigure Sohma

♡ Hatori Sohma

☆ My Babysitters a Vampire

♡ Ethan Morgan

♡ Benny

♡ Rory

♡ Sarah

♡ Erica

♡ Jesse

☆ Starlight Express

♡ Greaseball

♡ Dinah

♡ Rusty

♡ Pearl

♡ Electra (May add Wrench and all later)

♡ Tassita

♡ Hydra

♡ Freights (Timber, Porter, Slick)

↬Will most likely add more fandoms later↫

[labselkie]

OK SO UMMM i think youd like dr roxana prism from the i expect you to die series :] its a vr puzzle game seriez... im insane abt it it makes me pace around my room like a conspiracy theorist. ANYWAY prism gives me similar vibes to oliva theyre both cool engineer scientist ladies w big ol goggles.... prism is super interessting as a character i love her i think u will too :]

also she sings in the games opening sequence its very good ----> https://open.spotify.com/track/1xYfLuHPhJpkBXwFwtvl4k?si=be5a9b49c3a44a5e go listen to it its very good

-@/hadal-heart

SO. SO IF I TOLD YOU I REALLY DO LIKE HER

I remember seeing the thumbnail of someone playing like. Last year maybe? I immediately took a screenshot and rushed to freak out nd show an ex friend. He hated me with liv but I was yapping for like 5 messages about how I deadass thought it was liv for a split second (cuz the thumbnail was just shadow w goggles)

Super cool game.. I’ve gotta look for that video again. If I ever got vr I’d do two things. Stare at her and stare at vanny fnaf

[queenvidal]

The Queen For A King

Negan x Reader (Rick’s Daughter)

Chapter 3: Aye For An Eye

Chapter Summary: Negan brings Carl back home - save and sound. He's thinking about how to punish Rick for what his boy did, when a new opportunity arises. While Rick's gone, Spencer is shooting his shot. Things quickly escalate with you sitting on the fence. Alexandria is done living in fear - this means war.

Wordcount: 7698

Era: Season 7

- Part 4 of the The One And Only Series -

Chapter Index:

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

Next Part / Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

It’s late afternoon when Alexandria is set on high alert. For the second time today the guards on the wall announced the arrival of the Saviors. The people in the town are concerned and are getting nervous, some coming outside to take a look while some stay inside, locking their doors.

You’re already making your way from your house to the gate. Something must be wrong, they would not have come back otherwise. People around you seem on edge, rightfully so you muse. You yourself are feeling uneasy. Your father is out of town, on a trip with Aaron. Daryl and Michonne are out hunting, leaving the town pretty defenseless, should shit hit the fan. Hopefully it won’t come this far.

The street is swarmed with worried Alexandrians. With quick steps you make your way down the street towards the parking lot, feeling the uneasiness making your stomach churn. Between the gathering Saviors you spot their boss and suddenly you stop in your tracks. Carl is jumping out of one of the trucks. Immediately is Negan grabbing him, pushing the boy forcefully up the street. At once you start sprinting towards them.

Negan releases his hand from the back of Carl's neck when seeing you running. Carl has only a moment to brace for the impact before you knock the wind out of him. You cling on him so tight he struggles to breathe. “For fuck sake, Carl!” You greet him, “I’ve been sick with worry!” After a few moments you release your brother from the constricting hug, glaring at him. “Where the hell have you been?”

Negan’s voice sounds behind you. “I’ll tell you in a minute.” He nods towards your house. You understand the silent command and get moving without another word, Carl trailing behind you. Thousands of questions are swirling around your head. Did Negan have something to do with Carl's disappearance? What did Carl do and where the hell are his bandages? 

Once at your home, Negan opens the front door and swagers inside with you and your brother following. You quickly move over into the living room where Olivia is frozen in place. She looks between you and Negan. Ever so slightly do you shake your head no at her before gathering the documents and clipboards that are scattered all around the floor.

“What have you ladies been up to?” Negan asks with a raised eyebrow.

With the inventory of the sewers in your hand you say “Going over stock of the pantry,” you explain, looking at Olivia. “Wanna take a look?” You press your lip into a thin line while Oliva’s staring at you with wide blown eyes.

“Nah, bore me with that crap next week.” Negan waves you off, sauntering into the kitchen. “My visit isn’t business related.” After a quick sigh of relief you hand Olivia the documents, she’s about to pack up and go when Negan appears behind you two. “Where’s Rick?”

You’re about to answer but when you turn around, you see him looking at Olivia. Her eyes land on you for a brief moment, before moving on to Negan. “I… I was just-”

“Don’t care.” Negan cuts her stammering off. “Where’s Rick?”

“Um, he’s…” Her eyes still travel between you and the man in front of her. You know how scared she is of the Saviors and you feel sorry for her. “Rick’s out… scavenging for you.”

“Cool.” Negan grins at her. “I’ll wait.”

He’s about to turn around again, when Oliva says. “He went pretty far. They might not be back today.” You know what she’s doing and admire that she dares trying to get rid of Negan. But Oliva quickly crumbles under Negan's stare. “We… we’re running pretty low. On everything." Her hands start to tremble. “We’re practically starving.”

That’s a bit over dramatic and Negan catches on immediately. “Starving?” He asks, his eyebrows raised. With a step further towards Olivia, he has to crack a smile, pointing at her. “You?”

Tears instantly well in Olivia's eyes and you look at Negan in utter disbelief, your mouth wide open. Oliva turns around, wiping her tears away while you fix Negan with your eyes, glowering at him. He just shrugs his shoulders, mouthing a quiet “Really?” 

He rolls his eyes before apologizing. “Jeez, I’m sorry…” He looks back at you and you mouth him her name. “Olivia? Olivia, look. I’ll be waiting for Rick, which means I’ll be here for a while. Why don’t you be a lamb and make us a little limonade? I for a fact know you guys still have some of that powdered stuff.”

The woman wipes the last tear away before saying. “Well, I was supposed to-”

“Make it.” The apologetic and gentle tone in Negan’s voice is completely gone and his expression slowly turns stern.Olivia just nods, before taking the clipboards and going for the door. 

Once the door closes behind her, you turn back towards Negan “Was that really necessary?”

“Oh, c’mon, sweet thing.” Negan sighs, “I had a long day, cut me some slack here.”

With a shake of your head you decide to let it go and turn towards your brother who hasn’t moved the whole time. ”So, what’s going on, what happened?”

Negan leans against the kitchen table. “Well. Your brother dear went on a mission today.” You are tilting your head,  your eyes moving from Negan towards your brother. “He, all by himself, sneaked onto one of my trucks and shot two of my men down in an attempt to assassinate me.”

Worry quickly takes over, hastily you take Carl’s face in your hands, scanning him for injuries  “Oh my god, are you okay? Wait- are you okay?” You ask, snapping your head back at Negan.

The man just huffs a laugh. “I am unharmed and that little shit-head is unharmed.” He pushes himself from the table, aimlessly wandering through the kitchen. “When did you say your father would be back?” He asks before turning around to face you.

You just shrug your shoulders. “Most likely today but I can’t tell for certain.”

“Well, guess I’ll be puttin’ up my feet up and wait for your father.” Negan walks back towards you and Carl. “Where can I find the bathroom?”

You point up behind you, “Upstairs the first door to your left.“

"Thanks.” Negan rounds you two to go for the stairs. “In the meantime, your little assassin can tell you all about his big plan, huh, Carl?”

With slow steps you move towards the kitchen table before taking a seat. “Actually, I’d really love to hear what the hell you were doing.” The boy reluctantly gets moving, your demanding stare forcing him to take a seat opposite from you. “And?” you ask, still waiting for him to speak up.

“I…” Carl starts, troubling to talk. “He- I…” After a deep breath, Carl tries again. “I wanted to help-”

“By getting yourself killed?” Your voice raises on its own accord. “By killing Negan? Are you insane?!” Carl doesn’t meet your eyes, looking down on the ground, biting his cheek. After you take a deep breath, you tone your voice down again. “Christ, Carl. Can you please tell me what happened?”

The change in your voice makes him look back at you again. After a moment he finally talks, explaining the whole situation, about the attempted murder, about the factory, about his punishment. 

“Fuck…” you whisper to yourself, your head in your hands, still taking all of that it. All you can think about are the possible consequences for your family and Alexandria. People are going to die. Eventually you look up at your brother again. “Goddamn, Carl. Did you take only one moment to consider what would happen afterwards?”

Your brother shrugs his shoulders, looking back at the ground, “In that moment, that didn't matter to me.”

Now your anger is flaring back to life. “You’re so much like dad, it’s infuriating! How can you be so goddamn careless?”

Carl's head snaps up, “Because you’re always trying to protect everyone but no one is protecting you!”

You’re taking aback by this statement. It warms your heart to no end, to know your baby brother would go far and beyond for you. Still, what he did was unreasonable. “Carl… I don’t need protection-”

“Of course you do!” Carl states, “No one was helping you, when Negan came into our house-”

“Carl!” You yell, to cut him off. “I am your biggest sister. Protecting you is my job and I do it with all my heart. I appreciate you standing up for me but I wished you had talked to me beforehand. Then you’d have known I don’t need protection, not from Negan.” The boy’s eyebrows furrow. “I am with him because I want to.”

Carl's looking at you with a wide open eye, “But… Dad and Daryl, I heard them say he forces you to-”

You stop him right there, “He’s never forced me to do anything, Carl.”

But Carl is shaking his head, he can’t believe what he is hearing. After a moment he asks, “Is…Do you love him?”

You quickly look up the stairs, making sure you can’t be heard before looking back to your brother. “I… I wouldn’t call it love, but I’d be lying if I said I’d feel nothing.”

“I… I just don't understand.” Carl whispers, visibly struggling with the information. “He is a monster, Y/N. Do you know what he did to one of his workers? He burned off his face with an iron!”

Your eyebrows shoot up at that. “So that’s what happened to Dwight's face.” What could he have done to be punished like that?

Carl’s frown only deepens at your response, “Who cares about Dwight? Have you forgotten about Abraham, about Glenn?”

You almost roll your eyes, “I certainly did not and I am tired of people acting like I’m suffering from amnesia.” You fold your arms over your chest. “There is not one single day I don’t think about them, Carl. Still, the thing with me and Negan just… happened. I know what he did, I saw it, but I also saw that he cared. About me..”

The boy just looks down at the table, thinking about that for a moment. After a deep breath you tell him. “I’ll answer you any question you have.”

Carl’s eye moves up to you again, “So you two are together? It's like with you and Raul?”

You cringe at that name. It’s been a very long time since you’ve thought about your ex. Well, technically you two never broke up, but when the dead started walking and Atlanta got bombed, you assumed he’d died. It just made it easier for you. 

You shake your head at Carl. “No, it’s nothing like what I had with Raul, it’s-”, you stop.What exactly is that between you two, just sex? You can’t say that to your brother. And if you’re honest with yourself, it stopped being just sex a while ago, didn't it? “It’s different.” You finally tell him. “But still… nice.”

Carl’s biting his cheek again, “You’re… happy?”

You lean onto the kitchen table, thinking over it for a second. “When we two are together, yeah. I am.”

Silence scratches. Carl just keeps looking at the table, taking it all in and you keep looking at him, unsure what else to say. After a long while, Carl looks up at you again. “What’s going to happen now?”

You shrug your shoulders, “Honestly, I have no idea. We’ll see once Dad’s back.” With a tired sigh, you let yourself fall back into the chair, one arm over your eyes. “First Spencer, now you, I need a damn break.”

"Spencer?" Carl asks, “What’s up with him?”

You shake your head at him, “That’s something I’ll discuss with Dad ‘n Daryl, Carl.”

“You guys can stop trying to shield me”, the boy pouts, “ I am old enough for serious topics, you know?”

“Oh, obviously.” The sarcastic tone is impossible to miss as you wave vaguely at the stairs. 

Carl sights before turning silent again, seemingly pouting. After a tired sigh, you decide to tell him. “Okay, Spencer reached out to me today, told me he wants to get rid of Dad, so he can become the leader and not only that, he requested an alliance, so he and I would both be in charge.”

Carl's eyebrows raise up at that. “What? He can’t just do that? And with you together, doesn't he know you can’t stand him?”

“He did not ask me to do it because of sympathy, Carl.” You explain. “He just wants to use me. He needs our group and therefore someone able to keep them from acting out at him, should he become the new leader while simultaneously using me for my connections with Negan.”

“We have to do something about him.” Carl urges.

You just nod your head. “Once Dad’s back. Don’t worry, Carl.” You lean back against your chair. “At the moment we have bigger problems ahead.” 

Your little brother looks outside the kitchen window before he beams at you. “We still got one good thing out of it!” You raise a questioning eyebrow at him. “Now I know where their base is. I can show Dad!”

The urge to roll your eyes almost wins when you tell him, “Carl, come on. Do you really think I have been scouting out the whole era for over a year now and don't know where their damn base was?”

To be fair, it took you quite some time to find The Sanctuary. It’s been a few trips out of D.C, scouting out the suburbs and nearby warehouses until you stumbled around blocked off streets. Once you came across the trapped pathways you knew someone was keen to keep the riff-raff out of their territory. It was intimidating and at first you stayed away from that particular suburb. Up until your talk with Negan. When he looked at your map and pointed out the blue pin that was sticking out of that place, you knew what you’d find there. Still you’d not be able to pinpoint the exact location of his home, but that’s fine. You’d just have to follow the trapped streets to find them.

The excitement left Carl’s face as quickly as it came to light. “Really? Why didn’t you tell us then?”

“You really need an answer to this?” You look at him with raised eyebrows. “I told nobody for a reason, no one in this community could handle the responsibility that comes with that information. Can you imagine what would happen if people knew? War, Carl. And you can bet I’ll do everything I can to prevent that from happening. I won’t tell anyone where they are and neither will you.”

Another pout. Carl’s voice can’t hide how hurt he is, “You… you don’t even trust me?”

You sigh again.“Its not like that, It’s-WHAT THE FUCK?” 

Negan is walking down the stairs, grinning from ear to ear. “That noticeable?” His beard is gone, he must have shaved it in the bathroom.

“What the fuck?” You repeat, shooting out of your chair and moving towards him. Negan looks so different without his beard, it’s insane. “Why?”

“It started to get on my nerves. Why, you don't like it?” He asks, grinning. 

You shrug your shoulders, “I dunno. You just look… different.”

“Ouch.” He places a hand over his heart. “Don’t worry, sweet thing.” He reaches around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I’ll grow it back if you like it that much.” He leans down to whisper in your ear. “I do know you liked the it scratching your thighs when I-”

“Negan!” You hit him on the chest. “Not in front of my brother.”

Negan just chuckles. “Alright, fine.” He lets go of you and heads for the kitchen. “Sunshine, I am starving. You guys still having anything good?”

You look at your brother and ask him if he was also hungry. He only nods. After some thinking you want to suggest something, when Negan can be heard happily squealing from the kitchen. “Spaghetti! Sweet.” He turns from the cabinet towards you, “Sweet thing, gonna give me a hand?”

You move over to the kitchen after ordering Carl to get Judith out of her bed, who just woke up and called for them. Carl does as he’s been told, getting his little sister and bringing her to the living room. He plays with her, while his bigger sister and Negan prepare dinner. He watches them ever so often. For the first time in a long time he sees her sister happy. Actually happy. She is all smiles while she’s cooking dinner with the man.

It’s not the first time Carl ever saw her smiling or laughing, she’d do that frequently at their BBQs at the end of pick up days, at stupid jokes from Eric, at Daryl's grumpy nature. But this right now? This seems different. Carl looks back at his little sister who is playing with a doll. His biggest sister most likely lied without even knowing it. As much as Carl hates to admit it, she and Negan seem to be more like what their Dad and his mom were. This kind of happy.

"Carl, Judith, come sit down." You call them over. "Dinner's ready."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

It's still beautiful outside with the sun still shining high up in the sky. But the air in Alexandria is still thick with tension.

“This feels odd.” You whisper to Negan, your arm folded around his. It’s not the close proximity that's making you uneasy, it’s the staring of everyone around you, although that's the whole point. 

After dinner, he suggested you two should take a walk around Alexandria. He argued showing you two together would downplay your situation, making Alexandria care less. You already had your doubts but eventually decided to go along with it. 

“It will get better, sweet thing.” He tries to assure you. “Eventually this won’t be a big deal anymore." 

“I doubt that Negan.” You really do. It's going to be so awkward at the BBQ tonight, when the Saviors are gone. If they're gone. Negan is still waiting for your father. 

"Negan?” You ask, quietly, “Can we please address the elephant in the room?” 

You two have not discussed what's going to happen once your father is back. Even though you can already imagine that at least one person has to die for what your brother did, you still want to know for certain.

“Sweet thing, you have nothing to worry about.” Negan assures you. “Neither does your brother, promised.”

Nervously you bite your cheek. It should calm you down knowing that he won't hurt Carl but it doesn't. “What about my father?”

Negan sighs, “Well, your father-”

“Hey, Y/N!” 

Your shoulders immediately tense up at the sound of Spencer's voice. Both you and Negan stop in your tracks, looking over at the man that is approaching you.

Once at your side, Spencer ignores you completely. His attention is only on the head of the Saviors. “Hello. We haven't officially met.” He smiles nicely at Negan. “I am Spencer Monroe.”

He raises his hand for a headshake but Negan points at Spencer's other hand that is holding onto a bottle of liquor. “Oh, is that for me by any chance?”

“Yes”, he confirms, still smiling. “Actually I wanted to invite you to a few drinks and might get the chance to talk to you.” 

Nausea instantly makes your guts turn and you clench your teeth to keep your mouth shut. This damn asshole is trying something. You’re glaring at Spencer with as much disgust as you can muster, when Negan suddenly lifts your hand that was holding onto his arm to his lips for a quick kiss. “Excuse me, Sunshine. I’ll catch you later, ‘aight?”

Your eyes switch between the two men before you reluctantly let go. With one final warning stare at Spencer, the two men move on to Spencer's porch. He’s going to pander to Negan, trying to get into his good grace, you’re sure of it. Anger is flooding your system. If your father doesn't return today, you have to find a solution. Hopefully he'll be home soon.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Negan’s leaning back into the chair as the whisky slowly burns down his throat. That sure is damn good. It would be even better if that little bootlicker would shut the hell up. 

When that man approached, Negan had half the mind of telling him off until he felt his Sunshine tensing up beside him. He takes her for a ‘no bullshit’ person, so her sudden reaction seemed off. Something was on with this guy and her reaction only piqued his interest. It’s still gonna be a while until Rick’s back, so Negan figured why not play along for a while, just for the heck of it.

It is so obvious what Spancer is trying to do. All his nice smiles and complimenting words are hollow. He’s just as an slimy asshole as Gregory back in Hilltop, only difference is, Gregory is open about it and also fun to scare and manipulate. Spencer on the other hand is trying his best to come off as sincere and the head of the Saviors is eager to find out why.

Negan grabs the bottle and pours himself a second glass when he gets an idea. “This really is good stuff, Spencer. Know what, the only thing missing right now is a pool table. Nothing better than some booze and a game of 8 ball.”

Spencer's face immediately lights up. “Actually there is a pool table.” He points at the garage on the other side of the street. “Right there.”

Negan has to huff a laugh, as if he wouldn't know that. “Oh, really? My, Spencer. You may just be my new best friend in Alexandria.” The other man chuckles, but Negan’s not finished yet. “But it’s such a nice day. Too nice to be cooped up in a dusty garage don't you think? Huh, I might have an idea.”

With a sharp whistle, Negan gets the attention of two close guarding Saviors. He orders them to get the pool table out onto the street. The boss looks at them working with a smile on his face. After another sip from his glass he looks back at Spencer. This is gonna be fun, dragging this slimy dick in front of everyone's eyes.

You step outside right after Olivia. She told you Negan and Spencer were about to play pool in the middle of the street and you just had to take a look for yourself. Carl sneaks out behind you as well. It seems like all of Alexandria is watching whatever is going on there.

The saviors are placing down the balls and handing out the cues to Negan and the other men. The Saviors seem to be unbothered but the Alexandrians seem on edge. Rosita and you lock eyes for a second before she turns around again, crossing her arms over her chest. You and your family stay at the porch while watching the two men at the pool table.

Negan’s eyes quickly scan the forming crowd around them as he takes a long drag from his cigar. When his men are done preparing the table, he says. “Know what, Spancer? I could never do this with Rick. He’d just stand there, scowling. Giving me that annoying side-eye he gives me.”

Spencer himself looks around, seemingly quite uncomfortable. “Well. That's actually what I came to see you about. I want to talk to you about Rick.”

Ah, there it is. Negan knew that guy was on about something. He just chuckles to himself as he prepares his cue with chalk. Once done, Negan leans down to prepare his first shot. “All right. Talk to me Spencer, talk to me about Rick.” The white ball moves over the green, hitting the others. With two balls pocketed, Negan changes positions for his next move.

Spencer is leaning on his cue. “I get what you’re trying to do here, what you’re trying to build. I am not saying I agree with your methods, but I get it.” Negan keeps playing, while listening to this bullcrap, waiting for Spencer to get to the point. ”You’re building a network, making people contribute for the greater good - it makes sense. But you should know that Rick Grimes has a history of not working well with others.”

“Hm,” is all Negan answers to that. He already has a feeling of where this conversation is leading to. “Is that so, Spencer?”

Spencer moves up to the table, now that it’s his turn. “Rick wasn’t the original leader here, my mom was.” Mom. Negan has to fight to keep his face unreadable. A little mommy’s boy. “She was doing a really good job of it. And then, after we allowed Rick and his people in, she died. Same with my brother, same with my dad.”

Negan takes another sip from his glass. “So, everything was peachy here for, what, years?” The mocking tone in Negan’s voice is subtle, but it takes away a little bit of your anger - he is catching on to Spencer's pathetic attempt to dethrone Rick. “And then Rick shows up and suddenly you’re an orphan? That’s the saddest shit I’ve ever heard. Good thing for you he’s not in charge anymore.”

Spencer shakes his head. “Not quite. His word still goes in this community. His ego is out of control. He’ll find a way to screw things up for us, to try and do things his way to take over. That’s what he did to my mom and he’ll do it again.”

The boss takes another sip. This man is unbelievable. Tired of beating around the bush, Negan finally asks. “And what exactly are you proposing to be done about that?”

Spencer smiles slightly. “I am my mother’s son. I can be the leader she was. That’s what Alexandria needs, that’s what you need.”

Negan’s smile grows in return. “So I should put you in charge, huh? That’s what you’re saying?”

The other man nods. “Yes, we all would be much better off.”

“I'm gonna kill him”, you whisper more to yourself than anyone else but Carl heard you. He takes your hand that was already resting on one of your knives and holds it, trying to calm you down. Spencer is such a backstabbing waste of oxygen. Once your father is back home, you’ll have him exiled, if Daryl and Rick won’t do worse.

The boss downs the last bit of whisky in his glass and starts moving around the pool table, seemingly in thought. Spencer looks around the crowd, actively avoiding the people standing on Rick’s porch. 

“You got a point, Spencer.” Negan agrees. “The countless times Rick threatened to kill me, his pure hatred whenever he looked at me. The trembling of his balled fists when I'm talking to him. But there's one thing. Right now, he's out there, gathering shit for me, making sure I'm happy and won't harm a hair on anyones head here. He's swallowing up his hate and getting shit done. Now that's taking guts.”

Spencer also moves to stand across from him. “I understand how you might have gotten that impression but what you don’t know is that we’re doing the dirty work. Always living in fear of him eventually fucking this up.”

Negan takes another shot, again pocketing two balls. “Is that really the case, Spencer? You see, managing a community, feeding them, protecting them, keeping them alive - that’s a huge task. You really think you’re capable of that?” 

Spencer stands his ground. “I know I am.”

Alright, up until now Negan was just playing with him. Time to finish this game. With his cigar in his hand, Negan once again faces Spencer. “That’s good. Question is, would they really accept you as their new leader, you know, Rick’s people, his friends… his family?”

Negan’s eyes move to Rick's house, to you. Spencer follows his gaze. After a quiet moment, he says “She’ll understand.”

"Try me, Spencer!” You shout, with your free hand again over one of your knives. 

Negan's face splits into a smile. His sweet thing’s reaction was all he needed to see. After another drag from his cigar, Negan moves back to the pool table. “See, Spencer. Rick is an annoyance, a fucking pain in my ass. But he knows what he’s doing, keeping this place alive and getting me tons of shit he’s been collecting, either by himself or by coordinating his people and at the end of the day, that’s all I care about.”

Slowly he walks up to the other man. “And then there is you, Spencer. You on the other hand waited for clear air to sneak your way up to me, and try to talk me into doing your dirty work. So you can take his place as a leader, did I understand correctly?”

Spencer is visibly getting nervous but he is trying his best to conceal it. “No, Negan. I-”

“Gets me curious”, Negan interrupts him, “When you wanna take over, why not kill Rick yourself and. Just. Take. Over?”

His nerves are visibly getting the better of him as Spencer tries to speak himself out of this. “See, that's… I mean-”

Negan raises his hand, making him shut up. “Know, what I’m thinking? ‘Cause I have guess. Unlike Rick you have no guts.”

Before even Spencer can react a big and loud gasp can be heard from the people all around. Spencer looks down at Negan's hand that has a hunting knife deeply burrowed into his body. With a sadistic smile on his face, Negan makes a swift motion, slicing Spencer's abdomen wide open. His organs start to pour out and he desperately tries to push them back in as he falls to the ground.

“Oh, my bad.” Negan mocks the dying man. “Looks like you have some. Embarrassing, really. I've never been so wrong my whole life!“

“Back inside!” You usher your brother back into the house. Carl is about to argue but you shut his protest down immediately. “Don’t argue with me, I’ll take care of Spencer, he's gonna turn-.” You move your head back at the scene just in time to see Rosita aiming a gun. “NO!”

BANG!

Time stops. No one is moving a muscle or dares to breathe. It is absolutely silent in Alexandria, until-

“Shit!” Negan screams in shock, in rage. “What the shit?!”

Saviors ram Rosita to the ground, disarming her. Arat holds a knife to her throat, keeping her from moving.

“Shit! You just tried to kill me?!” Negan screams at her. “You shot Lucille!”

“She got in the way.” Rosita sneers.

Your heart is beating violently against your chest. Until now you’ve never seen Negan so enraged. While relieved he’s unharmed you dread what will happen next.

“What is this?” Negan asks, picking up the shell from the ground. “This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps, this was home made.” His head moves from the woman on the ground over to you. “Sweet thing, I thought I made myself clear about this kinda stuff, wanna tell me who made this?” Rosita swears up and down it was her but his eyes stay on you.

“I had no idea we had something!” You tell him. 

He believes you and tries again, moving closer to Rosita, who still insists it was her. Only her. “You may be stupid darlin’ but you showed some great ingenuity here. Arat, move that knife up onto her face.” He leans down to her. “Lucille’s beautiful smooth surface will never be the same, so why should yours?” Rosita just keeps staring up at him. “One last chance. Who. Made. This?”

Rosita leans right into the blade, cutting her face open. “I did!”

Negan has to chuckle at that. “Oh, you’re such a badass! But know what? I think you’re lying, and you lying to me now?!” After a few breaths, Negan calms down a bit. Eventually he says, “Fine. Have it your way. Arat?” The woman holding the knife looks up at her boss. “Kill somebody.”

Immediately you drag Carl behind you, shielding him, when Arat takes her gun out. She doesn’t even aim properly when she shoots up onto your porch. After another bang, Olivia falls to the ground. You look at her lifeless body before turning your head back to the street.

Negan looks at the body as well and recognizes the fat woman as one of his Sunshines friends. Unfortunate. He looks up from the corpse to you and expects you to glare at him but against his expectations are your eyes neither on him nor Arath. They are glowering at the woman who was stupid enough to shoot at him. He can't help but to feel somewhat proud of that. His sweet thing really does understand that she ultimately killed her friend, not him. She gets it. 

“We had an agreement!”

Rick’s voice makes everyone look up. Relieve washes over you as you see him making his way towards Negan, pushing through the crowd.

“Rick!” Negan greets him with a wide smile. “Look everybody, it’s Rick! Your people are making me lose my voice with all that yelling.” 

Your father looks around him, at the crowd and at Spencer who is lying on the ground in a big red puddle. He is trying to take the chaos in, when Negan starts talking again.

“Hey, Rick. How about a thank you?” Your father looks up in confusion. “Look, I know we started this relationship with me beating the holy shit out of your friends and because of that we might never be braiding our hair, but how about a little credit? I just bet over backwards to show you how reasonable I am.”

Negan points up at Carl, who is still standing behind you. “Your son? He hid in one of my trucks and machine-gunned a bunch of my men down, trying to kill me. And what did I do? I brought him home, safe and sound - even made him spaghetti."

Your father looks up at the two of you with a deep frown, confused and angry.

“And then there was this guy.” Negan continues, pointing at Spencer’s body. “Well, this asshole wanted me to kill you and put him in charge instead.” He moves closer to Rick. “I took him out, Rick. For you.”

Then Negan turns him and Rick around, facing Rosita, who is still being held down by Arat, “And this one? She shot Lucille trying to kill me just now so I gave you one last mouth to feed and by looking at her-” He points at Olivia with his bat, “that mouth did some major damage.”

Rick finally has enough, he turns to Negan, who is smiling at him, “Your shit’s waiting at the gate. Just go.”

Negan huffs a laugh. “Sure thing, Prick. I’ll be gone right after I find the guy or gal that made this bullet. Arat?”

The Savior takes aim at Eric, when suddenly everyone around them claims to be the bullet maker. Negan doesn’t believe any of them until Eugene raises his hand. The man has tears streaming down his face, confessing how he made the bullet, even going into detail. Eventually Negan shuts his stuttering up and orders his men to take Eugene and everything that is waiting for them at the gate.

Rick is about to move away to get to his family, before Negan steps into his way for one last word with him. “Rick, I’m gonna relieve you of that whiny mess and the shit at the gate, but I want you to realize that however much you scavenged, it’s not good enough, because after today, you are in serious, serious debt.” Negan faces the crowd. “Let’s move out!”

The Saviors start moving down the street with Negan following them. Rick stays where he is, watching them go. Eventually you appear next to him, holding a bloody knife. He looks behind him, seeing Spencer with a clean wound on his head. Your voice brings your attention back to you. “I'm so glad you’re back.”

Without a second thought Rick opens up his arm, encircling you in a hug.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Is awfully quiet around the fire. Out of respect for two people that died today, the weekly get together was held in Aaron’s and Eric's garden. 

You’re curled up in your camping chair, listening to the cracking of the fire while your mind wanders around. There are some whispered conversations here and there but overall the people around the fire remain mostly silent. Most seem to be lost in thought as you are. All but one.

“This makes me sick.”

You don’t listen at first until Carl, who is sitting next to you, asks, “What?”

“How she’s sitting there so unbothered,” Rosita speaks up.

“Leave her alone.” Carl’s trying to tell her off but to no avail.

“Why should I?” Rosita is standing up from her chair. “Know what? No. Y/N, you could have done something but decided to stay quiet when the Saviors-”

“You are in no place to tell me shit.” You finally address her. 

“Rosita, stop.” Rick intervenes. “A lot happened today but Y/N is at no fault.”

But the woman is not having it. “Of course you’d defend her, I won’t even hold that against you, Rick. But she absolutely could have done-”

“What did you want me to do, Rosita?” You yell over the place. “Spencer had it coming and Olivia and Eugene are all on you.”

“I’m not talking about Spencer!” She clarifies walking up towards you. “But you at least could have helped me, when Negan-”

You stand up from your chair, aggravated by her rant, “I sure as hell won't jump between you and Lucille because of your own stupidity.”

“Enough!” Rick shouts. “Enough. What’s done is done. All we can do now is move forward from today.”

“And how so, Rick?” Rosita asks. “More people will die and obviously no one wants to do anything about it.” She’s looking at you, making your blood boil.

“Fuck off!” You almost bark at her. “Olivia died because of you. I buried her today even though it should have been you in that hole.”

Rosita is about to push you for that but Carl steps between you two. 

“Carl?” Rick calls him. “Can you please bring Y/N home?”

The two of you go without another word but not before you stare the other woman down on your way out.

“Rosita, please go sit down again.” Rick orders and although the woman is still angry, she does as she’s been told.

Once sure, his kids are out of earshot, Rick stands up from his chair. “After today, I think everyone around here has come to realize that we can’t keep on going like this anymore. The Saviors will not stop degrading us, hurting us, killing us. No matter what we do, no matter how much work we put in, it will never be enough.”

Some people nod, as they listen to Rick. “Today we lost two more people. And more will follow eventually. We all know that. Many of you are tired of it, many are afraid and many are angry. And so am I.”

Rick starts walking around the fire, “I’m gonna purpose something and I want everyone of you on board. Daryl and Michonne are not out hunting, they are negotiating. On one of our scavenging trips, when we were looking for guns, we found a new community. One that is also living under Negan's regime. They are ready to fight back - if we agree on doing the same. The Hilltop already affirmed us that they'd also fight back if Alexandria decided to strike.”

Rick comes to stand, looking around the crowd. “Again, I want all of you on board. Everyone. We can’t do this, if we are divided. We have the gun power, there is more than enough hidden in the forest. And now we’d also have enough men to actually fight back. There will be no turning back, once we’ve started, I want you to know that.”

Rick raises his hand up. “Those who want to fight the Saviors back, raise their hands and say ‘Aye’.”

Chapter Index:

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[nerdyvocals]

Quotes from me showing my dear, dear friend @look-at-those-niceass-rocks Rise of the Pink Ladies, in no particular order (And posted with permission):

(in response to Buddy attempting to ask Jane out in episode 1): "Oh I love him, he's a himbo!"

And by the end of the episode: "His face is just so very punchable"

Both of us just exclaiming how gay we are every five seconds

Me: Just fyi, I have a list of characters and actors that I, knowing you as a person, assume you're going to thirst over

Them: That is rude and also fair

(My predictions were all correct)

(Especially about Richie and Lydia)

(And Olivia and Potato)

(But we are both guilty of that, we have the Same Taste)

Jane: Your future is not more important than mine

Them: GET HIS ASS

Mr. Vaugh: *Enters screen*

Them: *Demon cackling*

Me (about Oliva and Jane): So they're in love.

Them: Obviously

I like the mean lesbian, she makes me feel shame.

(they said something else following this but I was too busy choking on my drink to hear it)

(About Hazel): I would do anything for her, thanks

(Both of us occasionally promising to both kill and/or die for any of these children)

(About Lydia): I love her so much. I want to take her stupid hat from her head so she has to be mean to me to get it back.

(Both of us, any time Cynthia and Lydia exist in the same space): They're in love

(referring to the Thesbians): are they the ones you wrote fic about?

Me: .............maybe

Them: That tracks

Nancy and Cynthia: *drinking mezcal*

Them: Oh so I need them to kiss

Me: Nancy and Cynthia???

Them: I said what I said

(Directed at Jane and Richie): Girl if you don't kiss him-YES!!!

(When Buddy falls off the counter): hehehe get FUCKED

Honestly their general opinion of Buddy can be summed up with: He's literally just a guy. Hit him with your car.

If you enjoyed these, you can find the next part here!

[wouldvebeensweet]

omgggg oliva said she recorded most of guts at electric lady in her zane lowe interview

[tornadoyoungiron]

TRAINTOBER | DAY 6 - Special Letters

It’s Tornado’s 10th Birthday but she’s broken and alone on a strange railway. As far as birthdays go, this is the worst one, however, a special letter does manage to cheer her up.

Featuring petulant Tornado.

~~~

“You alright there steamie?” A voice asked her as she sat in this strange shed, miles from home with her wheels in stocks and parts of her in disarray.

“Do I look okay to you diesel?!” Tornado snapped at the Class 14 who flinched at how angry and disgruntled she sounded.

“Sorry, I was just trying to find out if there was anything I could do?” The Class 14 muttered as Tornado sniffed.

“Can you take me back home?” Tornado asked a glimmer of home in her voice. The Class 14 looked apologetically at the young steam engine.

“Sorry pet, I can’t do that,” he regretfully informed her.

Tornado was disenchanted and lowered her gaze to her buffers. She didn’t want this, this wanted to go home, she didn’t want to be in pieces so far away from home, she didn’t want to be in pieces at all.

“Is there anything else I can do, to cheer you up perhaps?” The diesel offered but Tornado sniffed as she felt tears slipping down her face. 

“I just want to go home,” she cried, her voice crackling as she dissolved into tears. “I want to be with my friends. I don’t want to spend my birthday like this!”

“It’s your birthday?” The diesel asked, unsure how to deal with the crying engine. “I can get some engines around, we can celebrate with you.”

“But I don’t know any of you! I want my friends!” Tornado wailed angrily. “I want my Trust! I want to be fixed!”

The diesel still stood awkwardly at her side, unsure how to interact with the young engine. They stood there, the air filled with tension until the human entrance to the shed opened with a metal screech. 

“Hey Tornado,” a small quiet voice called up to her. 

Tornado blinked the tears from her eyes and looked down to find the kind, gentle face of one of her engineers, Chloe.

“Have you come to take me home?” Tornado desperately asked. “Please, please take me home.”

Chloe’s face fell and she looked despondent.

“I can’t do that Tornado, I’m sorry,” she regretfully told Tornado. “I came to spend time with you, so you wouldn’t be alone.”

Tornado looked away from her, still upset but comforted by the fact that she at least would have someone she liked with her. She sniffed and blinked away the tears welling in her eyes.

“Thank you, Ms. Chloe,” Tornado quietly murmured. It wasn’t much, but at least one of her favourite engineers was here. 

Chole gave Tornado a reassuring pat on her buffer before turning away, rummaging through her bag and taking out an envelope stamped with a wax seal. 

“I would have brought you a cake but well, you don’t have a good history with cake,” Chloe half jokingly remarked. 

Tornado blushed pink and huffed in response.

“It’s not my fault, cake shouldn’t taste good and be bad for my pipes!” Tornado petulantly argued and Chloe chuckled. 

“You’re not the first engine who has a love-hate relationship with cake Tornado,” she giggled. “But yes, let's not clog your pipes with sugar sludge.”

Tornado just grumbled in response and refused to look at Chloe. She liked cake, sometimes she craved it in her firebox. It couldn’t be helped.

“Ms Olivia asked me to pass this on to you,” Chloe smiled. “She’s sorry that she can’t come by and see you, she’s on Sodor right now.”

“Oh, right,” Tornado mumbled as she turned her attention back to Chloe and the envelope in her hand. It had Oliva’s deep green wax seal on it and she smiled. At least Olivia hadn’t forgotten about her.

“May I sit on your buffer beam, Lady Tornado?” Chloe asked and Tornado smiled in agreement.

Chloe sat on her buffer beam so the Tornado could look over her head and read the letter. It was handwritten and Ms Olivia’s handwritten was old-fashioned, neat and cursive. 

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Dearest Tornado, The Young Iron of Darlington,

I hope this letter reaches you well, despite your accident. I am terribly sorry to hear of it and I know how much being broken upsets you. Fear not, however, for your Trust loves you dearly and will do everything it can to make sure that you are in the best health and back on the rails in due time.

Not only your Trust but people around the world are willing to help you and give money to make sure you are well. I want you to know that even though things might seem dark, things are going to get better, so stay strong and your patience will be rewarded. You are stronger than you know and you are an inspiration to many.

There are many engines out there across the globe who rejoiced when 10 years to this day, news broke of a brand new Steam Engine had awoken. Many of these engines had given up hope, they had been resigned to the fact that steam was no longer a part of this world yet you proved them wrong. You proved a lot of them wrong and you gave them hope, gave some of them a reason to live.

I think one of these engines was Flying Scotsman believe it or not. Although he would never admit it, Scotsman was one of these engines for the longest time. Meeting you and taking you under his wing… sparked something in him. For years, he’d been depressed, he’d been lost but the moment you came into his life there was a new fire in his firebox. You gave him a new purpose in his life. For you to have inspired the most famous engine in the world to want a new lease on life is no small feat.

I am honoured to have been your first driver, Tornado. Not because I was your first driver but because you gave me and a lot of your Trust a unique look at how engines work. It’s hard to believe that you only first began to run 10 years ago but it has been an amazing 10 years. 

It’s certainly been filled with trials and tribulations but they have only made you stronger. You are the pioneer for a new age of Steam Engines and I hope that you will lead it for decades into the future, long after we small humans who built you are gone from this world. 

It’s been a wonderful 10-years Tornado. I hope that the future is bright and full of perfect steaming days for you. 

Safe travels,

Olivia P. Spence

PS: Scotsman tried to leave to see you for today. He’s not fit to run long distances, but he made it as far as Manchester before we managed to stop his train. He’d managed to convince a couple of young upstarts to take him. He has been scolded and promptly scolded for his silliness. He asked me not to tell you this but I feel I should as it shows just how much he adores you. He’s looking forward to catching up with you, so make sure you push to be repaired soon!

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Tornado laughed as she read the words of Scotsman’s escapade. 

"He risked damaging himself to come and see me?" She asked bewildered. 

“Scotsman loves you a lot!” Chloe beamed. “He was like that with a lot of the younger Peppercorns back in the day too!”

“Was he?” Tornado asked confused as to how she knew that and Chloe shifted uncomfortably on her beam. “Maybe I remind him of them.”

“Perhaps you do,” Chloe smiled up at Tornado. “Perhaps you do.”

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Tornado's 10 Aniversary Cake

Olivia's still going by her adoptive name