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The Comforts I Find In Your Shadows

(Rick x Gojo, Gojo x Aragorn, Aragorn x Rick)

I can't even say I was double dog dared to do this because I wasn't. Also I haven't watched jjk I watched one video of Gojo for this amazing opportunity.

Words: 842

In a world ravaged by the undead, Rick Grimes had learnt that good things don't often come by but when they do, you better hold onto them.

Gojo Satoru was his good thing. Gojo was his best friend, his support through the hard times -when they were starving and dehydrated, burning under the summer sun, when Lori died and when they were being threatened and attacked by The Governor.-, he had saved his life countless amounts of times back when Rick was still a naive and wide-eyed sheriff from Atlanta and he was what was keeping him up in the dead of night. Those blue eyes stirred hot feelings in his lower abdomen, they were in his mind when he was gasping and whimpering, they were in his mind when he felt disgusted with himself afterwards.

He shook himself from his thoughts, they served him no purpose besides conjuring painful feelings of want and desire in his chest, and clambered out of bed, he was due for patrol around the perimeter of Alexandria in about twenty minutes which left him with just enough time to brush his teeth, change his clothes and grab a bite to eat before leaving the house. He rubbed at the stumble that was starting to break on his jaw as he breathed in the fresh air, this was something he had missed and would never take for granted again- waking up to a beautiful neighbourhood and feeling somewhat secure.

He greeted the few people that were awake and about their business at the early hours of the morning, one of these such people was Aragorn. Rick offered a friendly smile that was met with a respectable nod. Aragorn.... Aragorn was a tricky subject to approach, the poor man did not speak English nor any other language the residents of Alexandria spoke.

His steely grey eyes were aged by years beyond him, Rick guessed that they were around the same age- late thirties, early forties-. His rugged countenance was emphasised by his choices of clothing, archaic looking trousers and shirts- when he'd first arrived, he was wearing a cloak, an actual cloak. Rick figured that either when the apocalypse had started, Aragorn had been at a fancy dress party or Aragorn was some sort of LARPer, it made some certain degree of sense, the man did bear a sword on his hip at all times and his mannerisms were entirely bizzare- it may just be a mental disorder, however.

Rick found himself forced from his musings by a gentle touch against his lips, he flinched back as his eyebrows raised in shock and confusion. Aragorn was holding a strawberry to his lips with an expectant look. Rick couldn't help but break out in a smile, sure the man was... odd but he was sweet and he took his job as a gardener in Alexandria very seriously. Rick closed his lips around the strawberry as he took a bite, he missed the way Aragorn flushed and had to look off to the side.

Rick's eyes closed and he let out an involuntary sound of satisfaction, it had been too long since he'd savoured the sweet taste of a strawberry- another good thing he'd better hold onto. He opened his eyes to see Aragorn gazing at the ground beside him, Rick offered him the last of the strawberry and tried to convey how good it was with his bright grin. Aragorn pushed Rick's hand towards his mouth, taking the rest of the small fruit. Aragorn let a small smile paint his features, making him look a lot younger than he did normally.

Rick patted the man's shoulder before continuing on his journey to Alexandria's gate, he missed the way Aragorn's disappointed gaze followed his shrinking figure.

Gojo was there to greet him at the gate and Rick hoped to God his best friend couldn't hear how his heart sped up at the sight of him, the traitorous creature that it was.

"Rick! My student, there you are! I was starting to wonder if I'd somehow been scheduled for a double shit," Gojo joked as he ran a hand through his platinum locks, his eyes locked onto Rick's own behind his dark shades.

"Ahah, sorry, got caught up back there by Aragorn. Didja' see? He's got some strawberry plants goin' on, real ripe," he swallowed, why did every word seem to stick to his gullet and refuse to come out?

"Aragorn?" Gojo's voice became slightly higher, "No way! I gotta get some of those."

"Uh, yeah but befo-"

"Sorry, Rick, I'm just gonna go see Aragorn, I'll see ya later, buddy," Gojo playfully punched Rick's shoulder and Rick just grinned and nodded, hoping his disappointment wasn't too evident on his face.

Rick sighed as Gojo practically skipped off, he decided to concentrate on the task at hand: boring, monotonous walking around the whole of Alexandria.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #fanfic #fanfition #one shot #humor #pure crack #crack fic #crackship #the walking dead #rick grimes #alexandria #aragorn #lotr #gay men #gay #the devils works hard #but im harder

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TWD: One Rick, One Negan, One Jar

Crack One-Shot

I asked a friend for a prompt and they said this... I always deliver 😈

Words: 546

There was blood on his hands, Rick noted. It wasn't his, Rick also noted.

He didn't know where Negan was driving him; he'd been dragged to the caravan by Negan, thrown inside and forced to buckle his seatbelt while the man watched with a creeping grin. They'd been driving for atleast an hour since, the caravan dipping every now and again because of a pothole in the bumpy country lane roads, the surrounding forest offered no clues to the destination and all the road-side signs were shrouded in darkness.

The blood on his hands wasn't his, Rick noted.

Rick regretted a lot of things in his life, it came with the job, he found. When he was younger, which seemed like a lifetime ago, a different universe even, his regrets were about missing one of Carl's little league baseball games, forgetting about his and Lori's anniversary until the day beforehand, and having to cancel hanging out with Shane because he picked up an extra shift to cover for a coworker. Now, his regrets were about his mistakes that had led to the deaths of friends, he had been responsible for them and now, they were just... gone.

The blood on his hands wasn't his, Rick noted.

Negan was whistling. A tune Rick recognised but couldn't immediately name, it had him furrowing his dark brows whilst he stared out the window; it seemed like that furrow was permanently etched in to his expression nowadays. He glanced at Negan to find him bopping his head to the tune he was whistling- ah. It dawned on Rick what the song was. The YMCA. A song he knew from his teenage years- from highschool discos, a thing that now only existed in the vague memories of people. Rick looked back down to his hands.

The blood on his hands wasn't his, Rick noted.

He picked at his nails, trying to scratch off the offending red substance. He was getting light headed just looking at it. Glenn and Abraham. Red. Would they be able to bury their bodies? His breathing felt short and fast. His hands. Red. The blood on his hands wasn't his. Oh god, it wasn't his. Negan's whistling was too loud, sharp and piercing, and it was still the same song. He was shaking, wasn't he? His leg bounced up and down as he tried to gather his senses as quietly and quickly as he could.

He involuntary jerked, his foot hitting a cupboard in front of him. Negan definitely heard that, the whistling had stopped. The cupboard door swung open at the impact and something rolled out. Something made of glass by the sound of it as it rolled passed him and further inside the caravan. Negan stopped the vehicle abruptly, turning to look at Rick with wide eyes.

Rick looked back at him confused. What was happening? His breathing had slowed now and control of his faculties came back. Rick looked behind him to see a jar. It had something bright blue inside, something rainbow too, it was submerged in some white liqu-

"Don't look at that!" Negan skedaddled passed him and grabbed the jar.

#fanfic #fanfition #one shot #humor #the walking dead #rick grimes #negan smith #pure crack #crack #rainbow dash #jar

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Seven: Climb (Venom!Reader x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Summary: Peter Parker should know that anything can go wrong will go wrong on his patrols.

Word Count: 578

"I do not understand you!" A voice with an odd inflection and guttural tone bombarded Peter's ears.

"We can't just eat anyone, okay? Why is that so hard to understand?"

Peter noted a different voice, its sound was much kinder to Peter's intensified hearing but its actual words left him stupefied. Peter Parker, clad in his Spider-Man costume, had been absentmindedly scaling the side of a building on his patrol when he found himself eavesdropping on a very unusual conversation.

"You said 'bad people', he was clearly a bad person, he was stealing!" The first voice argued.

"Stealing baby wipes and diapers! We don't eat people like that." Peter had to keep himself from leaping from the wall, there were cannibals on that rooftop! Cannibalism is definitely on his list of no-nos.

"Human morals are too complicated to understand. My own race follows no such stupid rules, it is as your Darwin would say 'survival of the fittest'."

"That's why you're on Earth because you're definitely not the fittest-" This statement was met with an indignified roar that almost made Peter shit himself. "-And how do you even know about Darwin?... Have you been on the internet again!?"

"..."

"I told you no web surfing while I sleep!" "It is very boring! I cannot help myself!" "I can't believe you!"

Peter had heard enough damning evidence to bring these people in, the strange and sick cannibals that they were, so with a swift movement- he launched himself up and landed on the roof. Oddly, he only found one person instead of two. He tilted his head and almost jumped back in sheer fear as the person transformed into a dark towering beast.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"Aw, is the little spider afraid? You should be. The tasty meal that you are."

"There will be no eating or snacking of any kind, thank you very much!" Peter squeaked out, feeling very much out of his depth with this new adversary. 

The huge creature scrambled towards him on all fours eliciting an unmanly shriek from the young man as he flung himself out of reach of it. It turned to follow him but before it could, it transformed back into the recognisable shape of a human. Peter let out a shaky breath as you held your hands up. 

"Sorry, sorry! Spider-Man, right? Aw, man. I'm a huge fan. Sucks we have to meet like this." Peter felt whiplash at the difference in the interactions, he couldn't respond with how perplexed and dumbfounded he was.

A serpentine black sludge erupted from your neck, it curled around to face you, and all of its razor-sharp white fangs were born, "I am hungry, I do not care about who Spider-Man is or your attraction to him!"

You splutter, face heating up, "What? No, I'm not- such slander! How preposterous!"

Peter ran a gloved hand down his face before leaping down to be face to face with you, "I'm sorry but what the hell is going on right now? What IS that? Do you have a sentient tapeworm?"

"TAPEWORM?"

"Sorry! Not a tapeworm, sorry!"

You cough and stuff your hands into your pockets, and you begin to ramble, "He's just an alien, picked him up a while ago, and he's just uhh carnivorous. Don't take me to the police, please, you're so sexy ahaha."

Peter tilted his head in confusion.

#fanfic #fanfition #humor #one shot #ficlet #marvel #gender neutral reader #venom symbiote #venom reader #reader x peter parker

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Six: Falling Down (Stargate)

Sorry for this being late... I'm pretty sure, I'm the only one arsed about it but oh well!

Summary: On a mission gone askew, Daniel discovers a new fear!

Word Count: 556

"Come on, Daniel, we have to!" Colonel Jack O'Neill shouted over the turbulent howling wind.

"No way! That fall will kill us!" Daniel Jackson shook his head furiously, clutching tightly onto the climbing rope, unable to move another inch.

The two men hung precariously off the recently erupted cliff face, the Stargate seemed to Daniel to be miles below them- or maybe not, he had lost his glasses in the chaos that ensued during the earthquake; the team had been warned about the actively shifting tectonic plates but Stargate Command had deemed that the benefits of the mission to outweigh the risk. Teal'c and Samantha had managed to leap through the stargate during the earthquake, but Daniel and Jack had not been so lucky; it was only thanks to Jack's ability to compute under pressure that were they now secured on a rope and not somewhere between the cracked land.

Daniel cursed the SGC to hell and back as he closed his eyes. They were too far from the rock face to abseil down. The colonel concluded that they would have to let themselves fall into the open Stargate; Jack was above him, waiting for him to move, but Daniel wouldn't budge- what a way to find out you have a crippling fear of heights.

Jack sighed, his muscles straining to hold himself, "No, it won't. A broken bone or two, though? Probably. It's not that far, Daniel."

"No, no, no..." The doctor's arms shook and sweat poured down his forehead. 

"How about this? I go first and have them lay out a mat for you?"

"No!" Daniel said immediately, he could sense the colonel's eyebrow raise at that, "You could... it's too dangerous, Jack! We should climb up and find another way down?" 

The older man groaned, "The DHD fell, Daniel! If this wormhole closes, we might not be able to open another one!" 

Daniel afforded himself a glance down, though it all looked blurry to him, he could make out the huge faults in the ground- entirely massive, dark, and all-consuming. The DHD had fallen, it had fallen, it had fallen- He was going to fall too! He was going to fall! Suddenly, Daniel couldn't breathe, all he could manage were shaky wheezes. 

"Daniel, are you okay?" Jack tried to catch a glimpse of the younger man's face, "Danny? God, damn your fucking asthma! Do you have your inhaler, Danny?"

Daniel couldn't muster the courage or strength to peel his hands away from the rope to grab the inhaler in his breast pocket. Jack sighed before starting to carefully maneuver himself down, coming chest to chest with the younger man.

"Danny, come on, where is your inhaler?" Jack ignored the screaming burn in his arm as he used the other one to blindly grope at Daniel's pockets.

"Toh-toh-top," Daniel managed to say between gasps. Jack fished out the inhaler and pushed Daniel's between lips. With two pumps, Daniel found himself able to breathe again, he let his head fall back, flush and warm against the cold and harsh wind.

"Daniel, we have to let go." The colonel reminded him, his kind and almost pitying gaze too much for Daniel to bear right now. "It's now or never."

"Together?"

"...Together." 

#fanfic #fanfition #one shot #hurt/comfort #sorta #stargate sg1 #daniel jackson #jack o'neill #ficlet

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Five: Stretch The Truth (Star Trek Voyager, Reader)

Summary: An interesting encounter for the crew of the USS Voyager.

Word Count: 714

The crew of the USS Voyager did not expect to encounter a lone shuttle, adrift in space, on their recent journey of a stretch of planet-less space. Captain Kathryn Janeway raised a perfectly plucked brow and shot a glance at her first officer, Chakotay, who seemed equally mystified.

"Ensign?" 

"It's a standard design shuttlecraft, one life sign, no power besides life support. It's just adrift, Captain," Ensign Kim reported, nimble fingers dancing across the computer screen. "Should we tractor it in?" 

"Yes, Commander Tuvok, I want you and a security team to meet the person."

The stoic Vulcan nodded and left his post, another yellow-clad officer stepped into his place, tapping on his com badge in the turbo-lift as he put together a security detail. His chosen officers assembled and awaited him at the doors of the shuttle bay, he briefly acknowledged them before entering the bay- all with the phasers drawn.

The doors hissed open, and the officers cautiously moved forward. The team found a still silence in the bay as the person had not yet exited the shuttlecraft, they circled the vehicle, and Tuvok was the one to infer the whereabouts and initiate the door-opening mechanism on the craft. 

The team tensed as a humanoid figure- wearing horrendously bright clothes, one hand clutching a glass filled with strange-looking liquid and the other holding a thinly wrapped joint- came sprawling out. Tuvok observed them with an indifferent expression. 

You recover from your messy entrance after taking a huge swig of your drink, you meet the Vulcan's eyes. "Wwwell, hello!" 

"Are you intoxicated?" The Vulcan asked without any hint of hesitation. 

"No... Not right now." Seeing the taller man's unamused expression, your face tinted a shade of red. "Okay, yeah, maybe I am. Just a little bit." 

You sighed and looked around the cargo bay, brows furrowed in confusion, "Did Jena send you?" 

"I am unfamiliar with a Jena, we encountered your vessel adrift in space." 

"Nah, I think you're with Jena," you patted his shoulder but immediately recoil as every phaser is pointed at you, "Chill-ax! Wow, testy." The Vulcan made a motion which prompted the team to lower their weapons.

"Damn, so who are you? A taxi service?" 

"This vessel you are aboard-" A woman's voice startled you so badly, your drink jumped out of your hand and you littered ash from your joint on the floor too, "-is the Starfleet Federation USS Voyager and I am Captain Kathryn Janeway." Janeway crossed her arms, an amused look on her face at your jittery and nervous gestures. 

"Shit! Uh, sorry. I'll uhh, I uhh. Please to meet you... Your majesty." You blundered, your face becoming increasingly red at your seemingly unending series of fuck-ups.

"Captain Janeway will do just fine." She raised a manicured hand.

Tuvok turned to his captain, "Captain, they're currently under the influence of some illicit substances."

"Nuh-uh!" Your complaint went unheard.

"Where are you from?" 

"Florida." 

Janeway's neutral look shifted at that and she gaped at you with shock, "Earth?" 

"Of course. Where else?" You giggled, missing the look shared between Captain Janeway and lieutenant-commander Tuvok.

"Are you aware of where you are right now?" Tuvok asked. 

"Uhm, a movie set? Looks pretty awesome, can't lie, guys. Sorry, I don't know what I'm doing here," you admit while taking a drag from your joint. 

"What do you last remember?" Janeway questioned, her fingers holding her chin as she pondered this bizarre situation. 

"My buddy told me to test out this acid he got, said it would make me transport dimensions-" your reddened eyes widened, "I didn't think he meant it literally!" 

"There must be more to this than... That." Tuvok assessed. "Whatever might have transported you here may be the key to returning home." 

"Returning home? Where are we right now?" You looked around, becoming increasingly more manic and nervous. 

"Space, the delta quadrant." 

"Whaaaat! I'm gonna act like those funny words mean something to me!"

"We're one hundred and twenty light-years away from Earth." 

"Okay... Okay... I think... I think I'm gonna take a nap." Ignoring the protests from the strangers, you lowered yourself onto the floor and passed out almost immediately.

#fanfic #fanfition #ficlet #humor #one shot #star trek: voyager #star trek #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #star trek tuvok #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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Four: Questions (Harry Potter)

This is actually pure crack, idk what possessed me to do this but oh well. Only intellectuals will get this post. 🥶

Summary: Ron asks a question in History class and everyone suffers because of it.

Word Count: 752

"So, where do babies come from?" Ronald Weasley asked with an inquisitive tone, the students of History of Magic ceased their conversations to look at the red-headed boy incredulously.  

Professor Binns, their ghost professor, froze in his spot, his hand still gesturing to the large blackboard filled with chicken-scratch writing about the fall of the Goblin Empire and the invasion of medieval England by nomadic fairy people: his pale and usually placid face tinted with red as his brows furrowed, rose, and furrowed once more. Harry Potter who was sat next to Ronald stared at him with disbelief- surely the wizard youth received some form of sexual education, right?

"Don't be daft, Weasley," Draco Malfoy sneered, "They're delivered by storks, everyone knows that." This was met with a burst of laughter that caused Draco to blush violently, he felt rather chagrined as he shouted, "That's what my father told me!"

"Are you actually serious?" Hermione Granger asked in a condescending tone, "Were you not taught basic biology?"

"Children, children!" Professor Binns snipped and gathered the student's attention, "It is a perfectly valid question, thank you for asking it, Mr... Mr Wotsits-" "It's Weasley." "-Ah, yes, Wotsits." The ghost Professor flicked his wand and the blackboard cleared itself, a piece of chalk floated upwards, and started scribbling words onto it; Several students started taking notes, Draco Malfoy included. 

"So, as you all may very well know, babies are not human," the professor said with a tone of finality. He raised his hand to silence the shouts from the muggle-born students. "A terrible truth you must come to know, ah yes, babies and even some toddlers are actually fae-spawn. This is all because, as we were just talking about, the TinkleWinkle fairy tribe's invasion of England in the seventeen-hundreds."

Harry Potter locked eyes with Hermione, she looked just as astounded and shocked as he felt. The professor paced the lengthy expanse of the classroom as he lectured, the chalk continued to make notes on the topic behind him.

"It was a genocide," Professor Binns informed, "there were systematic attacks on humans, and the fairies targeted children, as naturally, they are more vulnerable. Over a short period, all human children were effectively eradicated." Harry Potter couldn't stop his jaw from falling open from sheer surprise and incredulity at the statements that were coming out of the decorated professor's mouth.

"Of course, this pushed Humankind and Goblinkind to work together to defeat a common enemy, and from this alliance, the idea of 'my enemy's enemy is my friend' arose. However, not even with their combined forces could they defeat the all-powerful and malevolent TinkleWinkle fairies who were willing to fight without honor, unlike the honor-crazy humans of the time, and were not afraid to get blood on their hands."

The Hogwarts students were poised on the edges of their seats, hanging onto every word that poured from the professor's mouth. Never before and never again had Professor Binns ever arrested the complete and unwavering attention of a class. Ronald's brows furrowed and he raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr Wotsits?"

"It's Weas- whatever. What does this have to do with where babies come from?"

"Patience, Mr Wotsits. All in due time, all in due time." Professor Binns walked back to the front of the room. "So, you all have to be aware that our ministry is run by the descendants of the TinkleWinkle fairies." Harry Potter gaped at that statement, Hermione also seemed to be doing the same fish-out-of-water act. 

"No? Oh well, it is. Anyway, it is written into our founding laws that any humans which are wanting to have children must inform the government, and from there they meet a fairy consultant who matches them with a fairy egg that contains similar characteristics to the couple. They must sit on this egg for nine months before it hatches into a baby. This procedure must be followed, lest we wish to initiate another wizarding world war."

"Wait... so wouldn't that make us all fae-children?" Hermione asked with a doubtful tone. 

"Yes, until the following Tuesday."

"Why the Tuesday?" she questioned, looking even more confused.

"Because England was created on a Tuesday. Nevertheless, I hope that answers your question Rona Wotsits."

"It's- okay, yeah, yeah..."

With the ring of the bell, the students packed up their equipment, they left that classroom with more questions than answers and a growing distrust of the ministry.

#fanfic #fanfition #harry potter #one shot #humor #crack #crack fic #pure crack #lore #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco malfoy

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Three: Deny The Truth (The Pirates Of The Caribbean & Fem!OC)

Summary: Jack Sparrow's older sister wants himt o help her with a quest, he knows better than to trust her.

Word Count: 577 (I had no idea what to do 😭)

"Dearest brother o' mine, I'm hurt you think so little of me!" 

Jack Sparrow gave her a condescending grin, "Last time I did somethin' you wanted me to do, Mary, I ended up imprisoned in the Tower of London."

The shorter woman barked out a laugh, "I did do that, I forgot," she fixed her hat upon her dark brown locks, "Sorry, little brother, but hey! You got out just fine."

The two siblings sat precariously on the walls of Jack's ship foredeck, the ship was currently docked at Tortuga on a very humid and warm evening. Mary jumped onto her feet and strolled back and forth along the wall, her coat billowing behind her with every step, she turned on her heel and faced Jack.

"I'm not trying to trick you, I swear it," her dark eyes met her brother's kohl-lined ones.

Jack snorted, grabbing a waterskin -which was always filled with anything but water- attached to his belt and took a large gulp of the liquid inside, "and last time you said that, you left me to hang in the gallows."

"Only because I knew you could get out!" "Hah!" "I don't doubt your intelligence, little brother."

"It is precisely because of that intelligence-" He stood up and swaggered over to Mary. "-that I know: sailing with you is a very, very bad idea."

Mary couldn't help but pout her pomegranate-red stained lips, she quirked her head up to make eye contact with Jack, "Jacky, come on. We're talking about treasure here! Adventure! Live a little."

"Darling sister, I live plenty. Don't worry about me and if you just pass me that map you have stashed, I'll certainly retrieve this treasure for you." He made a quick grab for her pocket but, just as quickly, she stepped back.

"I think not," she said with a devilish grin and drew her sabre. Jack matched her movements, drawing his own sword.

"I'll take good care of it!" He stepped forward. She stepped back. "Good footwork."

"Really? Thanks!" She lunged forward, swinging her sword with experience and ease. Jack's sword clashed with hers and he pushed back against her weight. She stumbled, hastily hopped from the ledge and her black boots slammed onto the wooden deck.

Jack followed her, a smirk stretched onto his tanned and scarred skin, "You must be very desperate to want my help. Lost your ship, perhaps? Your crew?"

Her cheeks tinted pink as her brows furrowed, "No."

Her sword stopped the path of Jack's sabre, scrapping against it as she threw her weight forward. Jack expertly weaved around her -tossed her coat end over her head, blocking her view- and with a push, both disarmed her and sent her to the ground. Before she could squirm away, Jack pinned her to the floor with his sword in her coat.

She gasped, "This is new!"

"My sincerest apologies," he said, she groaned and looked away from his victorious and smug expression. Jack chuckled as he easily stole the map from her coat pocket, "You've gotten better."

"Still not enough to beat you though, you rotten cheat."

"It's all fair game, sister." He bowed, swiftly making his exit as Mary struggled to pull the sword that was lodged into the wooden plank floor. "Lose the coat next time!"

"Jack! Get back here right now!" Mary sighed knowing he was long gone.

#fanfic #fanfition #pirates #pirates of the caribbean #ficlet #humor #fluff #fem oc #jack sparrow #siblings #sword fighting

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Two: Talking Back (Marvel, Male!OC x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Day two of the prompts, this one is regrettably shorter than I'd like but it's been a busy day.

Summary: Spider-Man is caught in an act of vandalism, luckily for him the officer arresting him is total eye-candy.

Words: 533

"What do you think you're doing?" A deep voice startled Peter Parker, the spandex-clad male almost dropped his phone. 

Peter investigated the source of the voice through the tinted lenses of his suit, a police officer -possibly in his mid to late thirties, cuffs and his gun attached to his belt, surprisingly handsome- stood looking at him expectantly with his hands on his hips. Peter coughed awkwardly and tried to shuffle to the right, trying and failing to cover up the artwork he had graffitied onto a random wall.

"... Drugs." 

"Funny. Get over here now." 

"I don't usually like my men so bold, take me to dinner first, geez."

The officer's stone expression did not shift, if Peter didn't have unnatural abilities that allowed him to see ten times better than the average human, he would have missed how the sides of the officer's lip quirked upwards. 

"Don't make this any harder than it has to be-" Peter snorted. "-I need to take you into custody." 

"Wait, what? Nuh-uh." Peter grabbed his backpack, it contained all his spray paints and school equipment. "I'm sorry, okay. Is that good? Can I go?"

"I'm afraid not, I need you to step over here." 

"Officer-" Peter glanced at his name card, "-Matthews. Officer Matthews, I'm sorry really but I have stuff to do! Crime fighting, babe saving, etcetera. Can't you just lay off this time?" 

Officer Matthews clicked his tongue as he undid his cuffs from his belt. He took the shorter masked man and patted him down for any weapons; he started to repeat the Miranda Rights as was the law.

"Come on, officer," The spandex-clad man whined as he was pushed onto the hood of a cop car. 

The police officer clicked the pair of steel cuffs around the younger man's wrists, "You've already had a warning when it comes to your graffiti, you were told that if you were caught doing it again, you would be facing charges."

The masked vigilante yelped as he was pulled to his feet with surprising strength, "Wow, and I thought we lived in a free country. You just can't handle my artistic expression! Damn, you're strong." 

The officer ignored that last comment, "It's vandalism. End of. Don't whine too much, you'll probably just have to pay a fine." He guided Spider-Man to the side of his car, opening the door for the cuffed man.

"In this economy?" Spider-Man asked with an incredulous tone, "Do you think I get paid to do this?" 

"You know how I told you that you have the right to remain silent?" 

"Yeah?"

"Exercise that right." The officer pushed the lanky man into the car, ignoring his protests and not-so-subtle attempts at flirtation, he closed the door behind the man. The officer walked around and sat in the driver's seat, sighing as he ran a hand down his face. 

"Hey, man. You look way too handsome to be that tired. Wait, how old are you? Definitely bee-keeping age. Are you single-" The window between the front and the back seats slid shut with a slam. 

#fanfic #fanfition #romance #unrequited love #humor #spiderman #marvel x male reader #spiderman x oc #Spiderman x male!oc #the amazing spider man #andrew garfield #Prompted #ficlet

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One: The Lies You Told (TWD, Reader Insert x Rick Grimes)

Summary: A supply run of yours goes wrong and leaves Rick spiralling.

Word count: 968

Safe, you had said. Not going to take any unnecessary risks, you had promised. You'd be back in an hour or two, you had assured.

Yet, as Rick Grimes paced back and forth in the prison yard, he couldn't help but think you were a liar. The sun had started to dim and painted the Georgian landscape in vibrant shades of vermillion and saffron-orange, its beauty was lost on the agitated man. If you came back When you came back, he was gonna give you a piece of his mind, bar you from leaving for the next couple of weeks, kiss your stupid face, and hold you close. 

The familiar rumble of Daryl's motorbike met his ears, Rick hastily ran over to the gate and unlocked it. When you hadn't returned in the designated time limit, Daryl offered to search for you with a mumble of Rick being unfit to search for you. Rick couldn't help but agree that he was losing his cool, the thought that you may not be coming back scared him, terrified him even, it filled his stomach with painful feelings of a familiar grief. 

Daryl stopped his bike inside while Rick closed the gate with shaking hands. Rick turned, blue eyes finding the sight of the redneck's face splattered with blood, a limp body held in his arms. Your body. 

Your hand fell from your lap, and your headphones and walkman clattered onto the gravel road. Your hair was plastered to your bloody forehead. Your normally animated eyes were now glassy and dazed. 

"We need Hershel now! Where's he at?" Daryl grunted, readjusting his grip on you. Rick led the charge inside, pushing past people who stood about idly. 

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It felt like Hershel had been treating you for hours but Rick knew, realistically, it had been little more than an hour. With all the pacing he was doing, Rick was sure he was going to run a hole in the floor. 

Finally, the old man limped out of the cell, wiping his bloodied hands with a cloth, his white beard was speckled with red. His kind and tired eyes met Rick's fearful ones, Hershel offered a nod and a smile. Rick sighed, falling back onto a seat as all the tension and worry seeped from his figure. 

"You can see 'em in the mornin', jus' unconscious righ' now. Rick, I won't lie to ya', it was close. Too close." 

"Wha' was it?" Rick asked as he ran a hand through his damp hair. 

"By the look of how straigh' the lacerations were and by the brute force damage to the cranium, I have ta' say it was human, no walker did tha'." 

Rick's jaw clenched at that, a deadly look flashing in his eyes. 

"Get some rest." Hershel patted the younger man's shoulder.

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Rick was gently awoken from his slumber by honey-yellow rays of light, he stretched- his back felt tight and awful after sleeping in a chair by your bedside but, damn it, he wasn't going to leave you to wake up alone. 

His eyes flicked over to you, last night he had carefully wiped the dried blood from your face- avoiding the bruises that coloured your skin and the gashes in your cheek and the bridge of your nose. In the warm morning sun, you no longer looked ashen from blood loss. His fingers ghosted the curve of your jaw, the bow of your life. 

Rick had decided that when you woke up, he was going to kiss your stupid face and hold you close first, then he would give you a piece of his mind and bar you from leaving for the next couple of weeks. 

A cough from the door of the cell drew his attention away from devotedly tracing your imperfect perfect frame with his fingers, Carl held plates of food and bottled water in his hands. Rick offered a small smile, gesturing for his son to come in, the teenager passed him a plate, sat himself at the foot of your bunk and ate his breakfast. 

"I won't ever consider 'em a parent, but... If you're happy." Carl's face was obstructed by the large sheriff's hat upon his head. "You're happy, right?"

Rick hummed, eating his own eggs and vegetables. 

"Well, glad that we have your blessing, Carl," you croak, eyes fluttering open. 

Carl choked on his eggs while Rick quickly offered you a bottle of water, and you gratefully took it. Suppressing a pained groan as you sit up -despite Rick's protests-, you lightly touch the bandages around your head and side.  

"Fucker beat me up real good, huh?" You hiss as accidentally graze the gashes on your face, Rick forces your hands into your lap. "Rick, I'm sorry. I really am. I tried to bail at the first sign of funkiness but-" 

"Hush, you jus' woke up. Don't need ya' passin' out cuz' ya' used up too much energy." He held one of your hands in his own, and Carl, after a look of hesitancy, took the other- both wary of the skinned and split knuckles. 

"I don't think that's a real thing, cowboy." 

"Sure it is." 

Carl withdrew his hand and reached into his pockets. "You think finders keepers rule applies to this?" He pulled your Walkman and headphones out.

"Aw, hell. I guess it does," You play along, sighing dramatically. "Whatever, I was getting bored of the tapes anyway." 

Carl's eyes widened, "Wait, seriously?" 

"Yep."

Rick looked at his son with an expectant look, it was a very 'dad' expression. 

Carl muttered out a hasty, "Thank you." 

"Whatever, little man." You chuckle, pushing his hat down and over his eyes. 

#fanfic #fanfition #romance #angst #the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #one shot #writing challenges and prompts

[orangeboulevard]

30 FANFIC ONESHOTS

I'm gonna attempt a 30 day writing challenge! If anybody has ideas for certain days, feel free to leave a suggestion in the comments or in asks.

Master List:

One: The Lies You Told (TWD, Reader x Rick Grimes)

Two: Talking Back (Marvel, Male!OC x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Three: Deny The Truth (The Pirates Of The Caribbean, Fem!OC)

Four: Questions (Harry Potter)

Five: Stretch The Truth (Star Trek Voyager, Reader)

Six: Falling Down (Stargate)

Seven: Climb (Marvel, Venom!Reader x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Eight: Out Of This Hole (The Matrix, Reader x Neo)

Nine: Find A Way (

Ten: Almost (

Eleven: Last Thought Of Winter (

Twelve: What Good Is Sorry? (

Thirteen: Don't Move (TWD, Reader x Daryl Dixon)

Fourteen: Fractured Promises (

Fifteen: Make A Choice (

Sixteen: Waist Deep (

Seventeen: Hollow (

Eighteen: Salt In The Wound (

Nineteen: Second Wind (

Twenty: Jumbled Up In You (

Twenty-One: Summer Birds (

Twenty-Two: River Rock (

Twenty-Three: Life In A Dream (

Twenty-Four: Message To The Moon (

Twenty-Five: Tell Me Why (

Twenty-Six: Pretty Chains (

Twenty-Seven: Admit It To Yourself (

Twenty-Eight: Where Shall We Go? (Marvel, Reader x AndrewGarfield!Spiderman)

Twenty-Nine: The Sun Set Behind The Clouds (

Thirty: Time To Say Goodbye (

#Writing #Writing Challenge #fanfition #fanfic #ao3 writer #request #requests open #oneshot #creative writing #writing prompts #writing challenges and prompts #the walking dead #rick grimes #reader insert #marvel #the matrix #neo #harry potter #pirates of the caribbean

[orangeboulevard]

In the process of writing a Winx AU/rewrite where Bloom is actually a guy because why not? Anywhoo, feel free to leave some ideas or critiques in the comments! I'm always open to feedback.

Title: 𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙨 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙞𝙨 (Winx Genderbend AU)

Blurb: "There are no male fairies. Magical scholars state it so. Magical scholars also state that all descendants of the monarchy of Domino have been eradicated. The scholars are wrong on both measures."

(potential) Pairings: Bloom/Stella, Bloom/Sky

Current Chapters: 7/?

Here's the link to my AO3 and below is chapter one, I hope you enjoy reading!

Chapter One: A Strange Summer Afternoon

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"Benjamin Darren Peters, you are late for school!" The shrill exclamation of his mother reverberated throughout his room. 

The teenager darted up from his bed, became tangled in his sheets and fell to the ground with a thump- a myriad of expletives left his mouth. He hastily performed his morning routine, his fiery red hair was dripping wet as he scrambled out of the bathroom. His eyes swept over a bundle of clothes on his floor- he pulled on the cleanest-smelling t-shirt and his baggy jeans.

He fastened his studded belt as he hurried past his mother in the hallway, "Mom, my alarm didn't go off! I swear I wasn't trying- wait..." 

When allowing himself to think, Ben recalled that school was officially out for the summer. "Mom!" he groaned, running a hand through his messy hair, "that's not funny." 

"Benjamin, it's two in the afternoon, you needed to get up," his mother tutted, her lips then forming a cheeky smile, "and it was funny." 

"You're a bully." 

"And you're a scruff," She straightened his shirt and fixed his hair, she looked behind him, "And clean your room, it's like a crime scene." 

"Yeah, yeah..." Ben sighed and followed his mother downstairs into the kitchen, where his father was sitting. 

"Oh, sleeping beauty is up," his father laughed over his newspaper.

"Ha ha, very funny," the teenager sarcastically replied as he sat down.

"Oh, and Benjamin, I want you to help your mother in the shop starting next week since you're doing nothing." 

Ben withheld a groan and simply nodded, he looked sadly into his bowl of cereal.

"Don't pout, love," his mother stroked his cheek, "You should take Kiko for a walk, that rabbit is getting increasingly agitated at being couped up all day." 

Ben turned his head to see the little bunny glaring ferociously at him, "Jesus- okay, yeah. Testy little rodent." 

Kiko launched himself at him.

"OW!" 

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His father and mother followed him outside the small house, informing him that they'd gotten him a gift. Ben grinned and excitedly hustled outside, though his excitement fizzled out upon seeing the simple bicycle.

"So, what do you think?" his father asked with a bright grin.

Ben didn't have the heart to shatter his old man's happy mood, instead, the boy smiled and hugged his parents, "It's great, thank you." 

"See, Vanessa! He's fine." 

"Only because he doesn't want to upset you, go on, love, we'll see you later."

Ben seated Kiko inside the attached compartment and rode away, evading traffic and pedestrians. Stopping at a junction, he idly gazed at the surroundings- unfortunately, he made eye contact with Martin. 

"Hey, Benny! Nice wheels," the dark-haired boy remarked snidely, "Could you be any more of a loser?" 

"Maybe, if I drew inspiration from you," he whispered.

"What was that?" 

"Just how kind you are, you truly are a gift to society," Ben stated with absolutely no sincerity, he dodged the can that was hurled at him, waved goodbye and crossed the intersection. 

In a short time, Ben reached the local park. He propped his bike against a tree and snacked on an apple as Kiko played in the surrounding grass and flowers. Not even two minutes later, the bunny came running back, screaming. 

"What the- Kiko, are you hurt?" Ben scooped him up and held the shaking animal to his chest.

Deciding against his better judgment, Ben curiously wandered forward: looking for the cause of Kiko's distress. What he did not expect to find was a winged woman swinging a staff at... What even were those? Ben couldn't restrain the gasp that left him. The strange bug-like amalgamations were attacking the woman. 

Had he stumbled upon a recording for a TV show or film? He couldn't see any filming equipment or teams. 

"Solar Wind!" the woman -he could now tell was about his age- shrieked and slammed her staff onto the ground. A sizeable bright force knocked the creatures away.

... Was he high? He had to be because there was no logical explanation for what he was witnessing. 

A darker figure emerged from the shadows, it towered over the (wizard? Witch? Unicorn?) girl. Ben knew it couldn't be human. It was wrong, its skin, its features, its build; everything about it sent alarm bells ringing in Ben's mind.

It roared and backhanded the girl, she crashed into the ground with a pained yelp. 

Ben placed Kiko down.

"Ghoulies, hold her!" Surprisingly, the beast spoke English.  

The (mechanical?) critters restrained the girl. Before the beast could grab her discarded staff, however, a heavy branch was broken over it's head.

It turned around to see Ben, who held the other end of the branch.

"Hi." 

It growled. Ben took several steps back, tripped over his jeans and fell. It ran forward with impressive speed. Ben could hear his rapid heartbeat in his ears. He lifted his hand, attempting pitifully to stop what was about to come. 

A surge escaped from his hand. The beast collapsed backwards, and wailed, clutching a burn mark. Some of the critters had scuttled forward, crawling up his body and clawing at him. 

With a terrified exclamation from Ben, they disintegrated.

"Wow! Powerful!" a cheery voice commented, Ben looked up to see the girl beaming down at him. He squinted, he was sure that she was actually glowing. 

She readied her staff upon the remaining monsters; evaporating a few of the critters and further injuring the beast. One of the weird bugs bit at Ben's leg, he tried to shake it off and eventually it ran- not without tearing his favourite jeans.

"We'll meet again, blondie." 

With a flash, the monsters were gone.

"Thank the Gods, they're gone at last," the girl sighed, she tried to walk over to Ben but, midstep, she seemed to be overtaken by exhaustion. Ben caught her and gently placed the blonde girl on the ground. Her wings had disappeared, a crown formed upon her head and her (admittedly stunning) outfit had transformed into a longer formal robe.

"Uh... Hello? Hey, you okay?" Ben glanced at Kiko, who was sitting anxiously at the girl's side, "What should I do? I can't take her to a hospital if she is... Whatever she is. They would most likely send her to a psychiatric ward." 

Kiko just stared at him. 

"Mom and Dad will know what to do."

#fanfic #fanfition #romance #winx #winx au #winx fanfic #winx fandom #winx stella #winx bloom #fairies #rewrite #reimagined #alternative universe

[orangeboulevard]

An idea of mine. A cowboy in LOTR as like a Tenth Walker AU. I... Should be focusing more on schoolwork. 😔 anywhoo, here's the first chapter unpublished so far, may be subject to change if I actually publish it.

Expect historical inaccuracies. I'm not a cowboy. Or from middle earth.

BORN DAYS... (Tenth Walker AU)

First chapter under the cut...

Chapter One: Change Of Terrain

There were three things Jesse Bennett knew for certain: one, he had woken up in an entirely different place to which he had fallen asleep in- two, he no longer dwelled in the vast New World's desert- and three, Doc was kicking up a goddamn fuss.

"Hey, Hey! Woah there!" Jesse rose to his feet and wrangled the stallion to a still, he cooed calming sounds to comfort the spooked equine. 

He stroked his horse's back as he checked his saddlebags, all his effects and food were untouched; supposing he was stolen away in the night by bandits- they weren't very good bandits.

Jesse contemplated his odd predicament as he examined the surrounding environment; he found no sign of his group nearby, and how unfortunate because he'd kill to have that Bean Master around now.

He had fallen asleep last night under the American stars with the nye-unbearable summer heat of Texas. Now, he was shrouded by thick trees and flora, a cool breeze ghosted through his vest and cotton shirt, he readjusted his rifle strap. He had not drunk much last night, surely this extremely vivid dream could not be a product of the bottle.

"What are ya' supposin' we do, Doc?" Jesse said as he mounted his steed, the horse whinnied and stepped, "Ain't you just a blatherskite today? Righ', find a town and ask for directions. I got some actual, you hungry? I'm hungry." He fixed his hat before setting off. 

Deciding to find a town was the easy part, Jesse had to travel several miles of woodland before chancing upon a road. From there, he rode until the sun started to set and still, he had not reached a town or a village. His canteen was running dry and his food supply (which was hardly a supply to begin with) was bare- he dared not venture into the words for sustenance for fear of becoming lost; nor did he know the lands and its fruits. 

Jesse's absent-minded narration to Doc stilled when a coolness traced his spine, a dreary downpour had swept into the skies, and the clouds became dark and troubled. 

"Hey, 'least we don't gotta worry 'bout water," Jesse fastened his vest closer to him, he opened his canteen and let the rainwater fill it.

He didn't travel much further when he encountered a group of children. One unexpectedly rushed in front of his steed, the horse startled and almost threw Jesse from his back. He held down the reigns, forcing the horse to stay still, Jesse jumped down, and water splashed around his boots. He carefully approached the child, who lay frightened on the waterlogged path. 

Jesse couldn't make much of the child's features from the dark but he offered a hand, "Hey, there, you alright? I'm sorry that Doc, here, scared ya'." 

A small hand took his own, and Jesse helped the child to their feet. Their friends, he supposed, ran from the roadside and gathered around the one that had fallen. 

One spoke up in an odd accent, Jesse reckoned he might be British, "Do you know how far Bree is from here?" 

"I'm sorry, chap, but I'm as lost as you are. Hey, 's awfully dark out, where are y'all's parents at?" 

"Parents? I'm twenty-eight Hobbit years old!" 

Jesse's brows shot up, "shit, I jus'- pardon me, mister. If Bree be a town, would it trouble ya' if I joined ya'? I'm quite lost." 

The vertically stunted men chattered to each other in a hushed tone, Jesse questioned the word 'Hobbit' to himself- those over the pond most likely had different idioms. At last, one of the fellows declared that he could. He dipped his hat to them and decided not to mount his horse again, lest he accidentally trample one of the short men underfoot. 

They quietly made their way forward, the group in front of him, he and Doc walking behind. One of the men fell in step with him and eyed him carefully, "You speak funnily, where are you from?" 

One of the other men snapped at him, "Pippin!"

"What?" 

"Nah, 's okay," Jesse chuckled amused, "I'm from Texas."

"I have never heard of such a place." 

"It's further inland, are ya' from England?" 

"No, I'm from the Shire. I have never heard of a place like that either." 

The conversation ceased at that revelation, Jesse thought that perhaps the man was uneducated or mistaken but seeing as this place, its terrain and climate were wholly like nothing he had encountered before, maybe it was he who was mistaken... or sun sick.

The men travelled a few miles before reaching a brick-walled place, one of the small men knocked upon the wooden door. A hatch swung open and an old man levelled Jesse with a glare- "What do you want?" 

"Uh, me and these men were hopin' to get outta the rain." 

The old man looked around him and seeing no others, he closed the hatch. Jesse almost sighed disappointedly but then the wooden door swung open, and out came the old man, "Hobbits? Four Hobbits and a man? What business brings you to Bree?" 

"We wish to stay in an inn, our business is our own," one of the short men stated.

"Alright, young sir, I meant no offence." He moved to let them in, and Jesse led Doc in after the Hobbits. "Talk of strange folk abroad, can't be too careful." 

Despite the heavy rain, there were many people outside in the small town. Jesse made his way to leave the group, in search of stables, when one of the short men grabbed his vest, "Would it be possible for you to escort us to The Prancing Pony?" He watched as the group looked around warily at all the people who towered over them. 

"I don't see why not. If 's an inn, I'll be headin' that way, anyway." 

Quickly finding a stable nearby, he securely tied Doc inside and offered some coins in payment, the stable master eyed the currency oddly but accepted it.

#fanfic #fanfition #the lord of the rings #lotr #lotr fanfic #Tenth walker #lotr au #hobbits #cowboy #wild west #old west #male oc

[orangeboulevard]

This is a repost/remake of an old request of mine, I hope you enjoy it and, as always, I am open to constructive criticism!

New Guys...

Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader

Summary: You're the caretaker of Alexandria's Gardens. A group of people are welcomed in and you can't help but want to know more about them.

.... More under the cut!

The usually quiet neighbourhood of Alexandria is filled with loud chatter and buzzing excitement. You can't recall a time of such anticipation besides for when the gates were opened to welcome a teenager called Enid. The other residents are claiming that a group of people, roughened from the outside world, are being accepted into the community by Diana.

It's slightly worrying. Honestly, you find yourself worrying about a lot of things nowadays: about the outside, about the disturbing types of people it may harbour and what it would have been like if you had ended up out there, instead of behind the safe walls of Alexandria.

You hadn't expected that some of the new people would be as... Drop-dead gorgeous attractive as they were; you had chosen to observe it's not spying! It's scientific observation the newcomers from a distance before introducing yourself, and you found yourself staring unapologetically at one dude's incredible biceps- he must wear that short-sleeved jacket to distract people, there was no way he didn't realise how handsome he was. 

You slap yourself lightly across the face, 'snap out of it! You're no better than a dog. The poor dude has probably gone through hell and you're ogling at his arms.' 

While you were beating yourself up silently, you didn't notice the man (with the incredible biceps) see you. His eyes squinted in confusion watching a person having some sort of fit, he chose to ignore whatever that was and go back to fixing his motorbike. 

You retreat, not daring to talk to the man lest you make a fool of yourself. You ran a hand through your hair and sighed tiredly, your love life was probably as doomed as it was before the apocalypse.

You gave some thought to how you would go about your situation, you concluded: that you didn't want to create an impression of being some sort of recluse, so you should probably make some home-warming treat and, at least, greet the group once. 

The next day, you walk over with an apple pie. The apples were from your apple trees- few as they were in Alexandria (there hadn't initially been any, but with luck, a scouting party had retrieved saplings from an abandoned greenhouse). Knocking confidently on their door, you stand at the front doorstep. 

A kind-looking older lady opened the door, and you exchange greetings, the lady 'Carol' admitted to being flattered by the warmth and welcoming nature of the Alexandrian community. 

"I'm pretty sure I speak for everyone when I say that we're grateful to be here-"

"I ain't sold on it yet," a gruff voice from behind them said. 

Carol gave the man a pointed look, you looked almost mortified- the 'incredible bicep' dude you had been checking out yesterday had suddenly appeared right behind you. 

"What's with tha' look?" he muttered, his voice coloured in a deep southern accent.

"Nothing!" You smile nervously. 

The man is not convinced, he pushes past you and walks into the house. Carol ends up apologising for his antisocial behaviour, explaining that 'Daryl' is just being cautious- the last time they had been accepted someplace it turned out that they were cannibals. 

"Oh, God."

"Yeah, but thank you for the pie! We're all pretty stocked out on ravioli." 

A couple of days later 

​​​​​​Tieing up your hair out of the way, you prepare to start your daily ritual of attending to the Alexandrian gardens, thanks to you the gardens were luscious and full of fruits and vegetables. Butterflies had even started to visit the plants, pollinating the area- it was a beautiful spot here in the enclosed world of Alexandria.

You had even started thinking of planting colourful flowers around but for that, you would need some cuttings, or better yet, other flowers. You could ask the scavengers to look; no, you'd feel guilty about that- having them go out of their way when their lives are already in danger. 

While you stood thinking about what you were going to do, the sound of a crunch made you whirl around. Daryl, the dude with the stupidly good-looking biceps, was helping himself to your apples. 

He looks at you like a deer caught in headlights, "wha'?"

"Hey!" You shout before you had the chance to stop yourself. 

"those- those are my apples- oh, whatever," You start exasperated, but realizing how dumb you sound, you sigh, "You just caught me off guard, do you always sneak up on people like that?" 

He simply shrugged before starting to walk away, his crossbow slung across his shoulders. 

"wait, uh, Daryl," You hesitate before using his name. He turns, a calculating look in his eyes. He waits for you to finish. 

"I need flower cuttings. We don't have any and you're good at surviving outside, so could you-"

"I'm not gon' be yer' errand boy."

"Alright, what about a deal?" You proposition, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt. He raises an eyebrow. 

"You can take any fruit you want from the gardens but in return, you teach me how to survive out there." 

He hummed before turning and leaving. 

'Well, that was embarrassing.' You feel your cheeks burn red before you ultimately shake it off and go back to work.

You don't expect him to be waiting for you, by the gardens, the next day. Eating another apple, he passes you a long knife- probably called a machete. 

"Don't slow me down."

#the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead #fanfition #fanfic #gender neutral reader #x daryl dixon #Reader x daryl dixon

[orangeboulevard]

Hey! I'm Alias and I'm new to Tumblr. I wanted to try out posting fanfics here, I'm moderately competent at writing (I hope), and I'm open to writing about anything- OCs, between established characters, female, male and gender-neutral readers; besides explicit spicy scenes.

My QUOTEV, AO3

Requests open: anything, usually will be one-shots!

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Fandoms I Write For:

- Harry Potter

- The Walking Dead

- The Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

- Winx Club

- Marvel

- Divergent

- The Matrix

- Stargate SG-1

- Startrek (Voyager)

- Fightclub

- Teenwolf

- Boku No Hero Academia (BNHA)

- Lord Of The Rings

- The Pirates Of The Caribbean

#fanfic #fanfition #requests #male reader #female reader #gn reader #romance #angst #fluff #winx club #chilling adventures of sabrina #star trek voyager #stargate sg1 #harry potter #the walking dead #marvel #divergent #fight club #teen wolf #the matrix #bnha #lord of the rings #pirates of the caribbean