#chris manawa/reader

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE CHRIS MANAWA HEADCANONS (ftwd)

because i have to process his death somehow

literally no one asked but i'm doing this anyway; chris was instantly my favourite character after the riot, i might try and write yandere headcanons for all the characters i take a liking to after their death. (just so i can say they didn't die and are off yandereing somewhere 🤡)

out of all the characters (so far: s3 e1) chris has the most yandere potential, by a landslide. honestly it doesn't matter if he knew his darling before everything went to shit or if he met them along the way, either way, they're the only person he feels a sense of kinship with, the only person that understands him.

• what might of been a fondness, or a crush, develops into a consuming obsession as chris adapts to the new way of the world. his darling could have joined the group at LA, on the sea, at abigails villa or maybe they heard the car crash and came running to help, chris probably thinks they're extra weight on the group, why is his dad so soft hearted that they're letting a stranger join them? of course he'll feel bad once he realises they have no one else.

• the progression of developing obsessive thoughts about his darling to going full blown yandere is both gradual and alarmingly sudden: maybe his darling followed him and travis and then saved him from the bromigos (derek, brandon) putting him down.

• but unlike other yandere's, his darling has to "not look at him like he's disgusting" (your own words, christopher), they have to stay with him, and not condemn his actions as travis had.

• now they're the only person he has left, and what had been a festering obsession slowly growing as he became more violent, suddenly blows up; if he weren't injured, he'd surely drag his darling back to the farm and lock them far away from what was left of the world.

• either way, his darling will have to make their way back to the farm with him in order for him to heal. it was just him and his darling as far as chris was concerned. his father left him so easily, no one else would waste their time on someone as useless and injured as he now was, if his darling hadn't taken down brandon and derek, they would have without hesitation.

• initially, when it's just him and his darling, chris is a self sabotage kind of yandere. he pushes them away, tells them to leave him to die there; it's what they want to do, they just don't have the guts to do it.

• honestly his darling's compassion is what got them into this mess, through all his aggression and outbursts they don't abandon him when they know his leg is never going to return to how it was; he'll always be a burden on their back. he tells them this, but they still stay with him.

• the only one's who matter to him are himself and his darling, he's desperate for his injury to heal so he can stop being such a deadweight. chris hates the look of exhaustion they have after hunting for food and supplies, securing the farm from walkers and hostile survivors, they're doing it all for him and all he can do is lay there.

• it's chris's need to not be seen as a damaged child by his darling that fuels his obsession, the months they spend providing for him he fantasises about regaining his mobility, and shooting their leg so they become fully reliant on him.

• but chris would never let them fully heal, he's too afraid of coming across other survivors, his darling having other options. his fear of them leaving gets better but it never goes away.

• he's a controlling yandere, even with his injury, his darling can't leave the room without him interrogating them, where are you going? how long will you be? why are you going?! it's absolutely exhausting for his darling, but they probably brush it off as him being terrified of being left alone to die, he's got no one but them so why wouldn't he panic when they have to go out.

• whether chris's darling is younger or older than him, they'll feel responsible for him. but don't go acting all parental, darling, if for a moment he feels like they see him as a kid, he'll explode "THERE IS ONLY ALIVE AND DEAD IN THIS WORLD, STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD" but by no means does this mean he doesn't want them to tuck him in before he goes to sleep, or coddle him throughout the healing process, he's a bit of a tsun-yan, but once his leg heals, and he feels like less of a burden, the outbursts will stop.

• chris is beyond possessive, he takes down all the old pictures of the suarez family just so he can be the only person they see. he doesn't hesitate for a moment in putting down other survivors that approach the farm, he takes some sort of sick joy in knowing he's keeping someone to himself for once. he grows to hate it when they bring up their old life and family; he can talk about his all he wants though, lil hypocrite.

• resources on the farm will run out eventually, chris and his darling will be forced to find shelter somewhere else, but he's not letting them go no matter what; they'll go on hunts together, chris won't let them leave his sight even to go to the bathroom as he becomes increasingly clingy.

• if they have to join a group, he won't let them get close to anyone, and plans to kill all the members of the group and take their shelter and supplies. whether he goes through with his plans depends on how much control his darling has over his impulses. he's a ticking time bomb, and his darling will come to know that well.

[heygirlllls-blog]

“ you can’t even talk.”

Chris manawa x reader

Warning-cursing, fighting, “yelling”, hate on Alicia.

This is based off when Alicia told maddy she was “threatened” and travis and maddy fight but y/n heard from the hall and decided to have a talk with Alicia.

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Y/N POV

“He threatened my daughter! She thought he was gonna hurt her!” Maddy yells

“Are you kidding!? Why would Chris do that?.” Travis yelled very loud ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone heard that one’ I thought to myself

“I don’t know Travis but I needed help and he watched me! Chris needs help.” Maddy says

The silence was loud for a moment maybe to loud.

“Help him how!? Like how you helped nick?.” Travis said clearly hurt by her saying that “I’ve been here for you every time nick ran off! And I’ve helped every time!” He said.

“I’m going for a walk.” Maddy says “and you don’t know what I had to do for nick!” She spits those words out fast but not as fast as she is out the door.

‘I couldn’t believe what I heard Alicia felt threatened? By what!?’ All these thoughts in my mind about what they meant

As I was walking down the hallway looking for the room Alicia stayed in I just kept thinking about how she could do this to Chris.

Finally I meant with the door to her room I sighed heavy because I knew I was gonna do something stupid really stupid.

I open the door fast “what the hell Alicia!” I yelled “why are you saying to people you! Feel threatened by Chris? Why would you ever feel that way about him?!” I came undone fast like a rope being cut

Alicia just sits and stares at y/n with wide eyes “he threatened me y/n!” She says a little loud not loud enough for Chris to hear in the next room “He was gonna hurt me y/n!” She continues

But I stop her fast and shut her down “what do you mean he threatened you? Just because he didn’t help your mom!? You have no idea what he is going through and your worried about him hurting you? He doesn’t want to hurt anybody and the fact you can even say such a thing like that is sickening!” I yell

“You don’t believe me because you have a crush on him and everybody knows it!” She says loud and yes loud enough for Chris to hear “And I can’t believe you haven’t even told him yet have you?” She says starting to stand up

“No I haven’t and I won’t.” I say as I push her back onto her bed “and neither will you alicia.” I said with some anger in my voice but not much I wasn’t here for a fight I was here to understand.

“Oh come on you know you don’t have a chance that’s why you won’t say anything to him!” Alicia yells pushing herself up

“You can’t talk.” I spit at her with words

“Oh really why can’t I y/n hm? Why can’t I.” She said like she has the upper hand

“Because you sold us out!” I yelled fast “You sold us all out to a boy just because you wanted to talk!” You yell loud and clear

She looks at you in disbelief “are you kidding you almost killed us by saving you and your stupid little brother!” She yells and that was the last straw for me something just snapped.

I walk at her grabbing her hair and pulling her off her bed I grab the gun out of my waist band and shove it into her temple as she cried for help “the fuck did you say about my brother you cunt!” I yelled shoving my gun more into her head. She mumbles words “Huh!? I can’t hear you speak up!” I yell and suddenly the door slams open and Travis runs at me pulling me off Alicia “get off!” I yell “I’ll fucking get you Alicia! I swear to god I will!” I yell as I’m being dragged out the room as I have my hands behind my back I see Chris staring at me as I’m pushed by Travis out the room and put into my own room.

NEXT MORNING

As I sat on my bed staring out the window my door opens slowly and I thought it was gonna be Travis getting ready to yell at my for my actions but when I looked back I saw Chris looking down before looking at me with those beautiful brown eyes and sad face.

“I heard everything last night.” He said quietly

“Mhm, everything?” I said looking at the ground with a tight line mouth swinging my feet a little

“Yeah and I just wanted to say thanks for backing me up.” Chris says looking at me

“Yeah no problem chris.” I said looking back into his eyes

He doesn’t say anything but slowly walks closer to me soon he is only one foot away and I stand up looking up at him he raps his arms around my waist and pulls me in a passionate kiss I put my arms around his neck pulling him closer he holds me tight before pulling back.

“Y/n I really do like you I have.” He says with a little smile

A bright smile comes onto your face “really?” I said

“Of course how could I not” he says as he puts his forehead on mine

I shrug in response “maybe because I’m a little bit crazy when it really comes down to it?” I said with a chuckle

He laughs “hm maybe a little.” He smiles

THE END!!!

[a-really-mediocre-writer]

Hi I love your writing and I’ve noticed you write for Chris Manawa, who I feel is under appreciated. There’s not a lot of writing on him so I was wondering if you could write something with him and reader on the boat and having a sweet moment together, like maybe messing around and play fighting? Just some fluff maybe some suggestive flirting. Thank you!

Sorry if my writing is a little messy English is not my main language.

Chris Manawa

GIF not mine, credit to @yanxidarlings

AUTHORS NOTE: hi guys so i havent written a fanfic or anything in like 3 years and my writing style may have change, lmk though if you would like me to write any other stories! requests are always open, and i have a few ideas for stories in the future as well. also after revisiting my only other chris oneshot i have realised that these are both set after his mom gets to walk the plank whoopsie

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY <3

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Although the boat saving our lives from being snuffed out by the apocalypse was a luxury that it seemed no one else could afford, it had its downsides…such as the constant close quarters with everyone on board, as well as the boredom. It feels like such a selfish thing to admit whilst knowing about the fates of those we knew and loved that we couldn’t save, but at the same time I didn’t ask to be thrown into this hellscape, surely I should be allowed a pass on my lack of gratitude.

One of those who were not able to survive long enough to see life on the boat was Liza, Chris’s mother- the boy would not let us forget his grief and her loss, with it being written across his face as if it was stuck in a permanent frown. Most of us if not everyone aboard tried to avoid him and his snaps and cold tone, however as one of the only other teenagers on the sea with him I felt it was my duty to at least try to connect with him, especially after he had saved my life during the city riots at the start after I had lost my own parents in the chaos and the dead.

Chris was sat looking up at the stars on the outer deck of the boat alone. The day had been a rough one, with Liza’s sea burial not going so smoothly, tensions were high between him and his father Travis.

“Hey stranger” I said warmly as I emerged from the inner boat wrapped in a blanket, making my way over to the troubled boy.

“Hey..” He replied solemnly glancing over to me, his eyes following me until I was sat cross legged next to him. I held a spare small blanket out to the boy who declined the gesture by pushing it gently back towards me. Rolling my eyes playfully, I sat up on my knees and wrapped it around his shoulders, making him blush and stiffen for a moment, only to relax once I had sat back down again. The silence between us was deafeningly awkward.

“Soo.. Whatcha doing out here?”

“The stars are so peaceful tonight..” He quietly replied as he gazed up into the moonlit sky.

“Yeah, that’s one good thing about life nowadays.. you can see all of the stars you wouldn’t be able to with all the big city lights back at home.” I smiled gently at him and he glanced down at me before going back to star gazing. He was in deep thought and holding back tears as he kept his head held high trying to stop them from spilling out, eventually failing as I watched one stray tear roll down his cheek.

“Chris, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I am here for you and can be a shoulder to cry on if you need it…I really care about you…” After a few moments he lowered his head to look at me and his eyes were bloodshot and glossy. He stared into my eyes as if searching for something lost, and eventually raised the corners of his mouth into a weak smile to tell me,

“Thank you.”

After a few moments of silence and us smiling at each other he looks to the side out to the water, “I feel like… no one understands what I feel here… my dad doesn’t care that she is gone, he didn’t care about her he’s too busy with his new family… you are the only person that I think cared that she died.”

We sat in silence for a while, thinking about what he had said, before Chris broke it again.

“Sorry…That was pretty heavy…”

I let out a soft chuckle and reassured him, “Hey, I can handle anything you know… I’m superwoman but for like…listening to people I care about” attempting to lighten the mood a bit and nudging him on the shoulder, which seemed to work as I caught him smiling to himself and playfully nudging me back.

“Yeah yeah don’t get cocky…” He smirks at me and I mock offence, dramatically putting a hand on my chest and joking back to him, “Me? Cocky? I could never- How dare you even THINK that…” I giggled watching him roll his eyes at my dramatic outburst.

“You are so immature,” he starts, “Sometimes I wonder why we are friends…” He stares at me for a moment as if he were analysing my every movement, before his eyes land on the blanket wrapped around me like a burrito and he decides to quickly snatch it from me, laughing and saying “Maybe it’s because you’re so generous for giving me your blanket”

“HEY!!” I shout as I sit in shock for a split second before lunging at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to get the blanket back around myself. We are both wriggling around at this point trying to reclaim the blanket, as we forgot that the couch had a limited space, so when he eventually tried to get me off of him we both rolled down the steel drop from the couch to the deck, landing with a thud onto my back and physically wincing at the sudden pains shooting through my back. I was more shocked however to feel Chris landing on top of me, and when I opened my eyes he was there leaning over me, his hands either side of my head. We both just stare into each other’s eyes for a few seconds too long, getting lost in his dark coffee coloured eyes; this then led to me scanning his face and admiring his undeniably handsome features and plump lips that he had begun to nibble into nervously. Feeling the blood start to rush to my face I decided to break the silence.

“Okay okay I didn’t realise that it was that serious to you…keep the blanket Manawa!” I giggled and poked his sides to shock him, which worked and his cheeks began to flush. He picked me up and I gasped, grasping onto his shirt incase he dropped me, but instead he put me onto the couch and sat next to me, opening up the blanket inviting me to sit wrapped up with him, which I accepted and crawled into his side, getting comfortable next to him as he settled the blanket over us both.

We sat awkwardly close to each other in silence for a few minutes, neither one of us wanting to scare the other away, but then Chris grabbed my hand underneath the blanket and without looking at me he said, “Thank you, Y/N… I needed this distraction from..everything…” he glances over at me “…you mean a lot to me…even if we have only just met, I feel like I have known you a lifetime, but it’s only been a month.”

I smile warmly at his words and glance at him before engulfing him into a tight hug, which he takes a few seconds to return.

“Chris, you mean a lot to me too. I would risk anything and everything for you, you are all I have left…” I feel the tears start to well up as i pull out of the hug and look him in the eyes, “…so you better not do anything stupid” I laugh and wipe my tears off of my face. He sits with an arm over my shoulders and laughs quietly about what I said.

“Maybe you aren’t ALWAYS immature and crazy… At least you aren’t boring.”

[christophermanawaprotectionsquad]

I Want You

Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 23

Chris Manawa/Reader

Prompt: Percy Jackson AU (Son of Athena!Chris/Unclaimed!Reader) not nearly as NSFW as the title implies

Being unclaimed sucked. You were stuck in the Hermes cabin in a sleeping bag with all the other unclaimed campers. To make matters worse, you had to watch all the claimed campers proudly display their parentage and bond with their siblings.

The one good thing about camp was that you got to spend your summers hanging out with Chris Manawa, son of Athena. He wasn’t a year-rounder like you, but when summer came all your attention was focused on him. You would sneak off together to watch the stars or he would break the cabin seating rule and eat with you. Of course you had other friends, but Chris was definitely the most gorgeous.

Your crush on him was so obvious that everyone but him could see it. The Aphrodite cabin thought it was adorable and many of them tried to play match-maker. Not that you minded much, honestly the fact that they cared that much meant a lot to you, and it really only meant that the two of you would always end up paired together in camp activities.

This summer, however, was different. The night started in high spirits, especially since, as you sat at the first campfire sing along of the summer, Chris was sitting next to you. He was so close your shoulders and knees touched. You thought about using the cold night air as an excuse to get closer, but you never got the chance because before you could move something happened. 

The new camper sitting across from you was claimed. By Poseidon. The big three weren’t even allowed to have kids with mortals You didn't blame the kid, but having someone who was forbidden even to be born be proudly claimed by a god that swore not to make a demigod, While you had been at camp for years and you didn't even know who your godly parent was.

You quickly excused yourself from the group and escaped into the foliage, unnoticed under the loud commotion the boy had caused. That the people you had known for years were to preoccupied with the new kid to go after you only rubbed salt in the wound.

Tears began to run down your cheeks as you made your way through the trees.

“(Y/N)!” you heard from behind you. You spun around to see Chris running to you, concern etched on his face. “Hey whats wrong? You just got up and left?”

Eyes focused on the ground, you refused meet his gaze. "(Y/N)," he said softly. His hands firmly, but gently, held your arms. You looked into his eyes for a second before bursting into tears. He pulled you to his chest and hugged you tight. Stroking your hair, he held you as you cried.

“My parent. I hate knowing that they don’t want me. No one does,” you sobbed into his shirt.

“I want you,” he said softly.

“You’re my friend," you began pulling away "of course you’d say-"

“No. (Y/N),” he said, cutting you off. He grabbed your shoulders and made you look him in the eye. The intensity of his gaze almost made your knees buckle. “Yes, you’re my friend, but I want you. I love you, not just as a friend. Seeing you is my favorite part of the summer. I look forward to it all year. And you parent is stupid for not claiming you.”

“Don’t call a god stupid, Chris.” you laughed as you scrubbed at your eyes. “It's never a good idea.” Another burst of laughter erupts from you as he flips off the heavens.

“Do you really love me?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he smiled sweetly and brushed a few remaining tears from your face.

“Good,” you said. “Because I love you too.”

You both grinned at each other before leaning in for a kiss.

[final-girl96]

Would people read a Nick Clark x Reader story?

So I want to make a Fear The Walking Dead Nick Clark x Reader story... will people read it? It'll be put on my wattpad... and if I did I'm thinking about keeping him alive past season 4... I just Nick so much I want to wrote a story about him but don't want to wrote it of people won't read it...

Friday: New chapters posted

*DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN FEAR THE WALKING DEAD OR ITS CHARATERS I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER AND AND SOME OF THE DIALOG!*

Please read author notes they will have warnings, and update information

Nick Clark x Reader

y/n Harkson is a 19 yrs old girl who lives with the Clarks. Madison took her in after her mother passed away when she was 16 and had no where else to go. Her and Nick were dating. She was always there for him through everything even when he went off for months at a time. She was there for him when his dad was killed in an accident just like he was there for her when he or mom died. Now with the dead walking around attacking the living their relastionship is put to the test when they run into all kinds of obsticals.

[fearingtwd]

What Honesty Gets You (Chris Manawa Imagine)

prompt:  I NEED A CHRIS IMAGINE. I'm coping with his death by reading :,) could i have one where y/n is pregnant and it's his and they're on the boat

requested: by anonymous word count: 7,484 warnings: language, suggestive themes

a/n: this will probably have a part two eventually also its slightly au bc they left the boat after like 6 episodes in the show and honestly? im here for boat shenanigans. they coulda stayed on the abigail the rest of the show bickering and i woulda eaten it up also i went a lil overboard with this imagine no boat pun intended lets fcking gooo

masterlist

It was never silent on the boat, not even at night when everybody was below deck sleeping. You could hear the sound of waves smacking against the side of the ship. It took a while for you to be able to find that noise mixed with the hum from the engine relaxing enough to fall asleep. Now, you’d have no problem drifting off. All you needed was darkness and the reassurance that Alicia was in the room with you. After everything that’s happened, you were admittedly too frightened to sleep in a room alone. Or maybe you were just scared of being alone in general. 

How you ended up with the Clarks with your family out of the picture was quite a long story and you tried not to relive it since you didn’t know their fate. But having no blood relatives on board did make you feel lonely. Even though Madison treated you like a daughter, you weren’t naive enough to believe that if God forbid something happened where she could only save you or Alicia, she would ever choose saving you over her biological daughter. 

So maybe that’s why you felt you had to get close with somebody. 

You first approached him after he practically tossed his deceased mother overboard. What better way to bond with someone than to talk about how shitty the universe was treating you both? He wasn’t amused and had no desire to talk to you. You respectfully gave him the space he needed, but hell if he thought that would be the last time you tried to talk to him. 

It took him a while to open up to you, and you never pushed him to. Every time he did, it was because he was ready. Even with the world ending all around you, every time you sat down and talked with him, you felt a sense of safety - like, perhaps if the infected started falling from the sky, he might be the first one to pull you inside and save your life. It was a heartwarming thought. 

He sought you out one night, surprisingly in the mood to talk. You were wide awake because Alicia was spending the night on deck. He sat in your bunk and while he spoke about his life before the outbreak, you were staring at his lips. Thankfully, there was little to no light in the room because your cheeks were undoubtedly flushed. And you were so lost in your own thoughts about how handsome he looked in the dimness, you didn’t even realize he had stopped talking and noticed where your glance had fallen. 

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name is what brought you back to the moment. “What?”

You couldn’t tell for sure, but he seemed to be fighting back a smirk. “Are you okay? You looked, um, a little out of it for a minute.” 

Your heart skipped a few beats when you realized he must have noticed you staring - so you attempted to play it cool. “Yeah, sorry. Sometimes my mind just, you know, kind of wanders off.”

He gave a nod. “So what were you thinking about?” 

Oh, you know, just thinking about kissing you all over your face and telling you that I think I’m totally falling for you. The usual. 

“Dogs,” you blurted out. 

“You were thinking about dogs?” He raised an eyebrow.

It was random but you had to go along with it. “Yeah, ‘cause the world as we know it has fallen off the deep end and people are dying and coming back to life, but I hope there’s somebody back on land taking care of all the dogs.” 

He stifled a laugh. “Alright, fair enough. Wanna tell me what you were really thinking now?” 

You felt the air was punched right out of your lungs. There was no doubt in your mind that his question visibly caught you off guard. Lying to get out of it again would be a waste of time. The room was quiet, save for the humming of the engine and the ocean waves. 

Biting your lip, you decided to just be frank about how talking to him made you feel lately. You admitted that you enjoyed his company, more than anyone else on board. You told him you found him undeniably attractive. And finally, you confessed that you were thinking about kissing him. 

His response, after a brief moment of utter shock, was to press his mouth against yours. You almost gasped as your lips connected. It didn’t remain the tender kiss it started as. It turned into sloppy, hungry kisses filled with pure desire. And you were okay with that because you suddenly felt as close with a person as you could ever be. 

When you woke up, the room was bright and you were alone. Alone and topless. You shuffled out of the bed to find your bra, clipping it on as Alicia walked into the room. 

“Sorry, didn’t realize you were getting dressed,” she muttered. 

If only she knew the half of it. 

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You half-expected things with Chris to be completely awkward following your night of romance, but they weren’t. Around everybody else, you both acted like nothing happened. But when you were alone, you were holding hands and still enjoying each other’s company.

To be honest, you were getting sick of living on The Abigail. So when Madison said they should make a trip to land soon just to stock up on supplies, you nearly jumped for joy. You would have really jumped if you weren’t nauseous. You had been feeling lousy the past couple days and with all the sudden nausea, you were sure it was your body telling you to get off the boat for a while. 

The next morning as Strand was docking the Abigail, you awoke feeling sick to your stomach again. When you got on deck, you unexpectedly ran to the side of the ship and vomited. Everyone stopped and stared, and Chris was the first to approach you carefully.

“You okay?” he asked in a soft voice.

Before you could respond, Strand interrupted, “You better not have gotten your upchuck on the side of my boat.” 

You glanced down. You did, a little bit. But you weren’t going to say anything. You leaned your forehead against the banister, feeling a bit dizzy. It’s not like you had much in your stomach to puke up.

“Maybe you caught a stomach bug or something,” Chris suggested. You weren’t sure, but it certainly wasn’t unlikely. With everyone cramped in such a tight space, somebody was bound to get sick.

When you felt okay enough to walk back inside, Madison glanced at you. “You’re not coming with us. You need to get some rest.”

“I’m not just going to sit here and do nothing,” you countered, wanting to contribute. The last time you went to land, you were gathering belongings from a plane crash and that didn’t end up working out very well. You knew things could go wrong and you wanted to be there to help out in case they did. 

Ofelia stood up from the couch. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll be on board too.” She was still nursing her shoulder though it had begun to heal nicely, all things considered. There was no use in fighting, so you just nodded. 

Alicia grinned, “Hey, if we can find clothes, I’ll pick you up something nice.” 

“Yes, but clothes is not at the top of our list,” Madison said. “Food, medicine-”

“Feminine napkins,” Alicia added. “We’re almost out.”

Were you guys running low? You didn’t even notice. It had been a while since you last ransacked the bathroom looking for some. 

Everybody was ready to head off. Strand, Ofelia, and yourself stayed behind. 

In all the chaos of everybody figuring out who was going to wander off in which direction in what groups, you pulled Chris aside. “Be careful, okay?” you whispered. 

He nodded, “Of course.”

“And don’t wander off this time,” you lectured. 

Rolling his eyes, he replied, “Got it.” 

You weren’t trying to patronize him and you realized that’s how it probably came across. You genuinely just wanted him to be safe. Before he could walk away, you grabbed a hold of his arm. He seemed taken aback. “I mean it. I want you to come back in one piece, okay?”

“Okay.” 

Travis’ voice calling out for Chris startled you both. He said goodbye and shuffled off. As soon as he was out of your line of sight along with Alicia, Travis, Nick, Madison and Daniel you walked down to your shared room with Alicia to relax. 

You had about two minutes to yourself before Strand burst into your room, yelling about how you did get puke on the boat. You told him to clean it with his ego and then locked yourself in the bathroom. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror. The bags under your eyes weren’t as awful or prominent as you thought they’d be. Your mind wandered back to Alicia’s comment about feminine napkins earlier. Pads. You and Alicia had been on the same cycle, presumably since you spent so much time together after being locked in the military safe zone at the start. It had been well over a month since you last got your period - if you calculated the days correctly, that is. You stood in confusion, even pulled your pants down to check if you got your period without realizing it. You didn’t. 

And then a surge of panic ran through your veins. You exited the bathroom on a mission. Ofelia was sitting by the swimming deck. She smiled as you took a seat beside her. 

“You feeling any better?” she asked sweetly. 

Less nauseous? Yes. Better? No. 

“A little bit. If I ask you something, can you promise to keep as neutral a reaction as possible to maybe keep me from freaking out?” you asked, toying with a loose thread at the hem of your shirt. You felt like your throat was closing. 

“Sure,” she answered wearily.

“So, I was just wondering, like, out of the blue this totally just popped into my head and I got curious. Um, have you ever been pregnant?” you rambled. 

She only raised an eyebrow in response and said, “No. Why?”

A gust of wind blew your hair to the side and you tossed it out of your face, trying to figure out what to say next. Your palms were growing clammy. So you took a deep breath and let it out slowly before softly telling her, “My period is late.”

“You’re probably just stressed, Y/N. I mean, you know what has to happen in order to get pregnant, right?” 

You groaned, thinking back on your time in health class. Oh, you definitely knew what had to happen. “Um, just forget this entire conversation, okay?” 

Before she could say anything, you were jogging back inside to the sleeping quarters to find your backpack. 

“What are you doing?” 

You let out a yelp and spun around. Ofelia was standing in the doorway. You didn’t even realize she followed you.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you said, putting a hand to your heart. 

She crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. “Sorry. Y/N, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing,” you said casually, tossing the backpack over your shoulder. “Just going for a walk.” Except she wouldn’t let you past. “Do you want to, like, move please?” 

“Tell me what you’re doing,” she demanded. There was a part of you that was flattered she seemed to care, maybe she was even worried about you. But the other part of you needed her to get out of your way. 

Tightening your grip on the backpack strap, you let out a frustrated huff of air. “Not to be rude or anything, but it’s none of your business.” 

“I think you made it my business when you started asking me about being pregnant - which by the way, how old do you think I am?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek, ignoring that you might have offended her. Besides, it wasn’t that uncommon for young unmarried women to have kids or at least pregnancy scares. It was fairly modern. 

“Look, I... I have to... I’m feeling better and if I leave now I can catch up with Alicia and-”

“Y/N, please. Just tell me the truth.” 

Telling the truth was what got you into this situation, wasn’t it? You told Chris how you felt about him and now were nauseous, lethargic, your period was late, and in all honesty your boobs seemed to have swelled and gotten a little bigger. The last point wasn’t entirely negative though. But, you were already in this situation. And maybe being truthful this time around wouldn’t bite you in the ass. You didn’t regret your night with Chris. It was a little clumsy and awkward, but sweet too, and it felt so good. However, you wished you took some precaution.  

“The truth is I think I’m having a baby and I’m fucking terrified.” You didn’t even recognize your voice. It sounded so distant, and your eyes were welling up with tears, about to burst out. 

Great. Add overemotional to the list too. 

Ofelia only tilted her head in confusion. “I don’t understand. How could you be having a baby?” 

“I got a visit from the stork,” you said bitterly, wiping away a stray tear. 

She didn’t seem to appreciate your sarcasm and let out a loud breath. There was a brief silence and you watched her expression change from frustration to utter shock. 

“What?” you asked softly. 

“Is it Nick?”

“Is what Nick?” 

“The baby, is it Nick’s? You know, if there is one...”

You would have laughed if you weren’t entirely hellbent on getting off to the boat. You just wanted to find a pharmacy. Surely there would still be some pregnancy tests left. 

“If you move out of the way I’ll tell you,” you prompted. 

She didn’t seem interested in your game. “What are you going out there for?” 

You shrugged your shoulders. Might as well keep up some of the honesty thing you had going. “A pregnancy test.”

“Just wait for everybody to get back. We’ll just find one tomorrow.”

“Uh, if I’m knocked up I’d like confirmation of that as soon as possible,” you uttered. 

Ofelia sighed. “You don’t care what I say, you’re still going today, aren’t you?” 

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Well, I’m not letting you go alone. I’ll grab some water for the road. Meet me upstairs.” 

.

Strand had no problem letting you both leave. He called it foolish, but he didn’t try to stop you. He also didn’t bother asking why. 

It surprisingly didn’t take you very long to stumble across a pharmacy that was already broken into. Ofelia killed one infected that was inside and sauntered to the back of the store, kitchen knife and backpack in tow, while you rushed towards the aisle with the tests. The whole pharmacy was turned over top to bottom, but there was one box left with one pregnancy test inside. If you weren’t an anxious mess, you would have laughed at the coincidence. 

You shoved it in your pack and turned to leave. A rotting corpse walking through the shattered doorway stopped you in your tracks. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to seeing dead people walking around. The whole store smelled like decomposing flesh already, but the stench from the infected galloping towards you made your stomach lurch. Ofelia quickly put down the infected and glanced over at you. 

“You good?”

You were hunched over, trying to swallow the bile you felt rising in your throat. But you gave her a thumbs up anyway. 

“We should really get going,” she urged. 

You nodded and stood up properly and made slow strides to the door. 

Your journey there was entirely silent. The walk back, on the other hand, was filled with Ofelia prying into your private life. She kept wanting to know if it was Nick’s baby and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t mildly offended that she didn’t even consider it could be Chris. 

You made it back on board with a few hours of sunlight still left in the day. The others weren’t back yet, but you were sort of glad about that. You hoped they were okay, but you needed the time to yourself. 

You locked yourself in the bathroom for the second time that day - except this time you had a pregnancy test on the counter. Since you didn’t have a timer, you sat on the floor and counted the seconds. And when you were done, you still stayed seated, too scared to even think about standing up. 

A loud knocking on the door made you flinch. 

“Y/N? Is everything, um, okay?”

It was Ofelia trying and failing to be discreet. You ignored her, pulling your legs close to your chest and lowering your head. You just wanted to go back in time and make sure that you wouldn’t end up in this situation. You were so scared. Being pregnant after the end of the world was basically a death sentence, wasn’t it? 

She knocked again. “Come on, Y/N. Open up.”

Taking a deep breath, you got to your feet. Your hands were trembling. You had to force yourself to pick up the test and turn it over.

“Oh shit,” you whimpered as the red lines stared you right in the face. 

You were indeed pregnant. 

Your breath turned uneven and you couldn’t see anything through the waterfalls of tears that started running down your cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a nightmare. There was no possible way you could carry a baby to full term and deliver it on a fucking boat with no doctor on board - never mind even raise it. You weren’t ready. Not even close. The thought of it being a false positive jumped into your mind, but you knew it wasn’t. You had all the symptoms. You couldn’t be that lucky. 

Ofelia knocking on the bathroom door again brought you back into the moment. So you angrily threw the test into the trash and swung the door open, rushing past her before she could get a word out. You slammed your bedroom door and collapsed into your bed, letting yourself sob into the pillow. If that didn’t make it obvious enough to Ofelia what the results were, that would be her own fault. 

You must have cried yourself dry and drifted into a light sleep because the sound of voices upstairs suddenly caught your attention. You could easily distinguish the voices. It was Madison, Alicia, and Nick. 

For a few seconds as you sat up, you weren’t thinking about the fact that you were knocked up. You were just glad they made it back alive. And curiosity about what they found brought you to your feet. When you got to the top of the stairs, Alicia jogged over to you and pulled you into a tight hug, asking if you were feeling better. Then she was excited to show you the clothes she found while Madison was unpacking and storing away cans of food. You were happy their outing was successful. But in the back of your mind you were terrified because it was completely dark outside and Chris, Travis, and Daniel were still out there.

Another part of you was worried Ofelia would spill the beans to everybody. You weren’t sure when you would feel okay enough to tell anybody else, especially Chris. So you hoped she would keep her mouth shut for now. 

.

The boat was still docked and you were sitting by the swimming deck, fighting to keep your eyes open. From the corner of your eye you saw Ofelia walking over to you, wrapping her sweater tighter around her body as a breeze flew by. She quietly took a seat next to you. 

“What are you doing out here?” she questioned. 

“Waiting for them to get back.”

“You worried?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s why I couldn’t sleep.”

A semi-comfortable silence filled the air. You wished she hadn’t broken it.

“So, you really are pregnant? It was positive?” 

You glanced at her with pure panic in your eyes. All you could do was nod. 

She frowned. “You have to tell them, Y/N. You can’t keep this to yourself.”

“I don’t have to tell anyone,” you countered. “I can do whatever I want.”

You could tell she was frustrated with your attitude, but she remained calm. “If other people know, we can all help you. Everybody here cares about you. And don’t you think that Nick deserves to know-”

“Oh my god. Ofelia, it’s not-” You stopped yourself and thought about what exactly to say. “Look, I’m beyond tired right now. There’s literally a thing growing inside of me, like an actual human being forming. And I really don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to think about it.” 

“Because you’re scared?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and your eyes glossed over with tears. “What if it dies inside me? What if it, like, rips me apart?” 

“That won’t happen,” she whispered.

“You don’t know that,” you choked out, wiping your nose with your sleeve. 

She took a deep breath. “When we were at the pharmacy today... I had a feeling that you would take the test and it would be positive. So, I thought ahead. I brought back prenatal vitamins for you, Y/N. It will help keep the baby healthy, okay?”

Before you could respond, a flash light beaming in the distance caught the attention from both of you. Ofelia got up, swiftly approaching the side of the yacht. 

“Is it them?” you asked, trying to subdue your tears and worries for now. 

She didn’t answer until the light went off and they were close enough for her to squint and see. She smiled, “It’s them. They’re back.” 

When all three of them boarded, you stood in horror. They all looked distraught and Chris was covered in blood. 

Ofelia covered in mouth in disbelief. “What happened?” she inquired, taking a few steps closer to her father.

Daniel shook his head and motioned towards Chris. “Why don’t you ask the boy?”

You gulped as you turned to Chris, raising an eyebrow. “What happened out there? Are you guys okay?” 

“We’re fine,” he muttered, rushing inside. He threw his backpack down on the coffee table and was headed for the stairs when Travis called his name in quite possibly the most stern voice you had ever heard from him. Chris stopped short. 

“We have to talk about this,” Travis demanded in pure anger. Your heart was pounding. What the fuck happened?

He spun around and stood his ground. “I already told you there’s nothing to talk about.” 

“Chris, you could have gotten yourself killed,” Travis reprimanded. 

“It was a chance I was willing to take! We got the meds. Now no one on this boat has to get sick ever again.” 

And with that he stormed down the steps as Madison was coming up. She gave Travis a curious look and you decided to go after Chris. As you rushed down the stairs you saw the door to the sleeping quarters slam. He was on edge, no doubt, and you didn’t want to make it worse. But you also considered yourself as the only person on board who would ever take the time to actually listen and understand him - and you knew he knew that. So you started with a gentle knock. 

Silence. 

You knocked again putting a little more strength into it.

Silence.

You let out a frustrated breath and added, “Chris, it’s me.”

The door opened not a second later. You immediately noted that he discarded his blood-drenched sweatshirt and shirt. He moved aside to let you in and promptly shut the door behind you. 

There was another moment of silence, so you decided to be the first to speak, keeping your voice steady and filled with concern. “What happened out there?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “There was a room with a bunch of medication in it, antibiotics, vitamins, and like a dozen of the infected. It was like someone herded them all in there so no one would try to get to the meds. And my dad said it wasn’t worth the risk, but I knew it was. All we had to do was take out the infected and it would be a gold mine,” he explained. “Even Daniel said it wasn’t worth it so they started moving on, but I knew I had to do it with or without their help.”

“You know I told you not to wander off again,” you said, half-heartedly. 

He pursed his lips. “I know. But I did it for you, Y/N. You’ve been feeling sick lately and I just needed to help.”

You felt lightheaded at the gesture, but also panicked at the realization that he really had no idea what was really going on with you. You weren’t sick, you were pregnant. When you were going to tell him was beyond you. All you knew for sure was that he put himself in immense danger to make you feel better and your stomach had butterflies and you were so glad he was okay. 

You could feel your pulse racing through your veins as you stepped forward and lightly cupped his cheeks, your skin brushing against the smudged splatters of blood that were beginning to dry. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you leaned closer to him, gently pressing your lips against his. His hands wandered to your lower back where his thumbs traced circles over the fabric of your sweater. 

This was the first time you two had kissed since that night. You pulled back and whispered, “You should probably take a shower.”

“What, do I smell?” he joked. 

You scrunched your nose and smiled. “Sorta. You’re also covered in blood.” 

“Fair enough.” He quickly pecked your lips once more before reaching for some clean clothes. 

You were sure you were blushing as you watched him stroll down the hallway to the bathroom. Once he was out of sight, you walked into your shared room with Alicia. She was sitting on her bunk. Her hair was wet; you assumed she had just cleaned up as well. 

“Hey,” you greeted. 

She slowly looked over at you. “There’s a pregnancy test in the bathroom trash,” she spoke softly. Your heart sunk and the boat engine started up. 

“Oh. Uh, whose do you think it is?” You hoped you sounded convincing. 

She sighed. “My mom, most likely. I don’t think she and Travis ever talked about having kids, it can’t be planned. Now isn’t exactly the best time to expand the family tree.” 

You nodded in agreement. 

The sound of the shower turning on reminded you that the test was still in the trash. You hoped Chris hadn’t seen it, but if he hadn’t then he might see it on his way out. 

You were exhausted and petrified, but the adrenaline that shot through your body in that moment made you feel truly alert. “I’ll be right back,” you told Alicia before leaving the room as casually as possible. 

The hallway was empty, so you rushed to the bathroom door. You slowly turned the knob, grateful that it was unlocked. You sifted through the trash for a moment and saw it. God, it was so obvious, it was practically right on top. You could only assume he didn’t see it. You weren’t even sure he knew you were in the room. The mirror that you had been staring in that same morning was steaming up, and it brought you back to how normal everything used to be. A soft moan to your side caught your attention. You leaned a little closer. It wasn’t like how the infected sound. In fact, it reminded you of the sounds from that night. And that’s when you realized what he was doing. 

Your jaw nearly dropped and you rushed out of there. You took your time closing the door so it didn’t make a loud clicking noise. 

“What are you doing?” 

You jumped and spun around to see Nick standing in front of you. You hid the pregnancy test, clear as day in your right hand, behind your back and leaned against the wall. “Oh, I was just... I had to take some Tylenol, I have a headache.” 

You were lying through your teeth. 

He looked skeptical and tilted his head to the side. “Okay. I hope it kicks in soon. You should get some sleep.” 

“Thanks.” You speed-walked to your room, quickly rushing over to your bag of clothes, slyly putting the pregnancy test at the bottom. When you stood up, Alicia was curiously watching you. You were holding some sweatpants to change into for the night. Thankfully, she thought nothing of your mildly frantic behavior and she rolled over and faced the wall.

. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, but you think it must have happened as soon as your head touched the pillow. You awoke to light filling the room and your body screaming that it still hadn’t had enough rest. You could take a hint, so you closed your eyes and drifted off again. 

The water was seeping into the raft. It would be minutes until it could no longer float. A hand on your knee felt reassuring until you looked down and noticed your basket ball sized stomach. You couldn’t help but start panicking. It was Chris by your side, but you didn’t feel safe anymore. He told you to start pushing. Suddenly Alicia was on your other side, she looked like she had seen a ghost. Keep pushing, Chris was telling you. Nothing was happening. And then you were screaming as you noticed your abdomen being ripped open from the inside. Chris was crying now and Alicia was gone. Maybe she fell into the water? You were sure you only blinked, but now Chris was cradling the baby in his arms. You watched him holding it with such love in his eyes as you drifted in the middle of the sea with a deflating raft. You would have started crying too until you noticed your baby start to decompose as if time was sped up somehow. Chris seemed unbothered as he handed the baby to you. The moment you touched it, it opened it’s eyes. They were yellow. Almost like a glowing yellow. It opened it’s mouth as if it scream and you saw razor sharp teeth right in front of your face- 

You woke up in a cold sweat. Whatever your subconscious was trying to tell you, it needed to be quiet. You slowly sat up, wiping beads off sweat of your forehead. That was when the nausea slowly crept up on you. Taking a few deep breaths to relax yourself, you noticed that Alicia wasn’t in her bed so you wondered what time it was. 

You decided to take a shower, still feeling a bit sluggish even as you got out and dressed yourself for the day. You assumed everyone was on deck so that’s where you went. 

Madison was in the kitchen, holding a glass of water. Ofelia and Alicia were on the couch playing a card game, Nick was watching them. 

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Madison said to you. “Nice of you to join us.”

You saw Chris sitting outside with his dad. Your cheeks burned as you remembered kissing him last night and hearing him in the shower. 

“You want to play?” Ofelia asked.

You reluctantly agreed, hoping your stomach would settle down. 

.

Strand stopped the boat and Daniel and Nick were fishing off the side, hoping for dinner. Chris had gone downstairs while Madison joined Travis outside. You wanted to follow Chris, but you also didn’t want to be obvious so you stayed where you were. 

“Y/N, are you feeling any better today?” Alicia questioned without warning.

Feeling Ofelia staring at you, you gave a quick shrug. “A little, I guess.” 

“That’s good.” You noticed Alicia glance outside at her mom and Travis. “Do you think he knows?” 

“What?” 

“Do you think he knows she’s pregnant?” 

Ofelia sat up straighter and you tried to keep your eyes from bugging out of your head. 

“What do you mean?” Ofelia asked. 

Alicia lowered her voice, even though nobody was around. “I found a pregnancy test in the bathroom last night and I think it’s positive.” 

“That’s- You think your mom took it?” 

“Yeah. Makes the most sense.” 

Ofelia glanced over to see your expression. Luckily you had perfected your poker face. 

“I’m going to ask her about it tonight. I’ll probably mention it to Nick before, too,” Alicia started explaining. 

There was no way this wouldn’t end in everybody learning the truth, but you were not ready. Not even close. 

She continued, “I really can’t believe they would be so reckless. Seriously, how dumb do you have to be to let yourself get knocked up while the world is turning to absolute shit?”

Ouch. That made your eyes start to water a bit. 

Ofelia chewed on her bottom lip as if she was in deep thought. She finally spoke, “Hey, maybe you should go ask them about it right now. I mean, the cat’s already halfway out of the bag, right?” 

“No,” you quickly interjected. “You should let them talk about it when they’re ready.” 

Alicia narrowed her eyes, and you wondered if she could see the pure panic happening inside your mind. “Are you okay?” she asked. Maybe your eyes were watering too much. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You tried to laugh it off and turned everyone’s attention back to the game. After Alicia won, she went downstairs for a bathroom break. You took the time to clear things up with Ofelia. “Oh my god, she thinks it’s her mom. What the hell do I do?”

“Tell her the truth.”

“No, what do I do besides that?”

“Y/N, that’s all there is to do,” Ofelia said. “The prenatal vitamins are in my room by the way if you ever decide to start taking them which I think you should.” 

It took all you had to not burst into tears in that moment. You saw her point. Telling the truth to everybody would be best thing to do. You wouldn’t have to live with the secret anymore and perhaps the adults will be furious and Chris will be taken aback, but maybe it was best if they just knew already. 

You took a slow breath. “How do I tell them? How do I tell them without having everyone disappointed in me?”

She grabbed your hand for support. “You just tell them the truth, alright? Everybody here cares for you and they will have no choice but to come to terms with it, okay? And you have me on your side to start.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

.

The setting sun cast a pink hue over the skyline and everybody was outside admiring it - except for Travis, who was finishing cleaning up dinner, and Strand, who was in the wheelhouse. You were planning on taking Ofelia’s advice and simply telling everyone, but you needed to tell Chris first. 

You stood next to Chris, asking to talk to him in private, and swiftly grabbed his hand and led him past his father and down the steps. Travis watched the two of you disappear downstairs, not knowing what to think. You supposed it didn’t matter if you weren’t being subtle anymore because everyone was going to know what was going on soon enough.

You entered your room and shut the door behind him. 

“Okay, what’s going on?” he asked. 

Your heart was pounding against your chest as you reached to the bottom of your bag and pulled out the pregnancy test. You gripped it tightly in your hands, feeling like you were going to pass out as you turned around to face him. The fear on your face was unmistakable. You were holding the test close to your chest, almost cradling it. 

Chris glanced at your hands. “What’s that?” 

You inhaled sharply before finding your voice. “Pregnancy test.”

He shifted uncomfortably on his feet. “What?” 

“It’s a pregnancy test,” you said, a little louder with as much confidence as you could muster.

“Why do you have that?” he asked wearily. 

Your mouth went dry and your tongue suddenly felt like sandpaper. “Because I took it.” 

He didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, eyes growing wider by the seconds. 

“It’s positive,” you told him, your nausea feeling worse than before. You looked down at the test in your hands, wanting nothing more than to run upstairs and throw it overboard. You began rambling, “It’s positive, so I-I guess I’m gonna have a baby unless it turns and eats me apart from inside or I die giving birth because that happens sometimes you know. I don’t want it to happen, but it could. It might.” 

When you finally looked up at him, he was cautiously taking a few steps toward you. He looked completely panicked. “Uh, I.... Um-”

“I’m sorry,” you uttered before he could get the words out. “I didn’t want to tell you, but I guess you deserve to know and you were going to find out eventually. Please say something.”

“You’re- Can I see that?” he asked softly. 

You nodded and showed him the test. 

“How do you know it’s positive?”

“’Cause it has the two lines.” 

“Holy shit,” he breathed out in absolute shock. 

“That’s exactly what I said,” you half-smiled at him, hoping to lighten the mood and break the extreme tension in the room. 

After a short silence, he pursed his lips and lowered his voice. “So, this isn’t like a joke? This is real?”

“It’s real, Chris. I wish it wasn’t, but it is.”

He gulped in response.

“You don’t hate me now, do you?”

Out of everything he’s learned in the past minute, that question seemed to take him by the biggest surprise. He quickly shook his head. “No. How could you even ask that, Y/N? I could never hate you. And this is my fault anyway.” 

And that was all it took for you to burst into tears. You had a sudden tidal wave of emotions rush through your body and you couldn’t hold it together. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you in a tight embrace. 

“I’m scared,” you sobbed into his shoulder.

“Me too,” he whispered.

.

“Dad, Y/N is pregnant. Dad, I got Y/N pregnant. I’m sorry, Dad, I didn’t realize that pulling out was an option.” Chris let out a scoff, “I can’t do this.”

“The first one sounded fine. And you’re not doing it alone, okay? I’ll be there too,” you explained. “I can even be the one to say it.”

He was pacing the room, trying to figure out how to tell his father. You were laying down on your bed, exhausted. You were always tired lately. Probably because your body was overworking itself forming a human. 

Sitting down at the edge of the bed, he gently rested his hand on your leg. “Look, you don’t have to be there if you don’t want to. He’s going to be mad.”

“It will be easier if we just tell him together, Chris,” you said. 

“But we don’t have to tell him today,” he countered. 

“You’re right, we don’t.”

He smiled.

You quickly added, “But we should.” 

His smile disappeared. He licked his lips, thinking what to say next. “Once he knows... once everyone knows, everything will be different.” 

“Everything is already different,” you whispered. 

He looked frightened, but you noticed him try to relax himself. He leaned forward. “I’m sorry,” he said softly before kissing your forehead. 

You quickly sat up. “Don’t apologize. Do I want to have a baby? No, not really. But I am. We are. And... we both... It was both of us.” 

He let out a slow breath, about to say something. A knock on the door interrupted him and startled you both. “Y/N? Chris?” 

It was Travis. Surely he had gotten suspicious of you and Chris running off hand in hand and decided to check in. 

You both shared a nervous glance. “It’s open,” you decided to call out. Neither of you bothered to move as the door opened and Travis peeked his head inside. 

“Hey,” he greeted. “Everything alright?”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” 

“Well, everybody is upstairs and I just couldn’t help but notice that you were both in a rush to get down here,” he pointed out, stepping further into the room. 

“Uh, yeah. Actually, there’s something we need to tell you,” you stammered. 

This caught his attention. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, “Okay.”

“I feel like you should sit down,” you advised. 

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. “You’re scaring me a little.” 

Madison appeared in the doorway behind Travis. Telling them both at the same time would be killing two birds with one stone, but you decided you wanted to tell Alicia at the same time too. So you got to your feet. “We should all go upstairs.” 

You could sense the tension as you motioned for Travis and Madison to take a seat on the couch. Chris was simply watching you take control as you walked outside to get Alicia. In doing so, you grabbed the attention of everyone else. And suddenly everybody was sitting inside, even Strand who joined out of curiosity. 

He poured a glass of whisky. “Let’s make this quick,” he urged. 

You swallowed, squeezed your eyes shut, and took a deep breath to calm your heart rate. 

“Okay, um, I’m... I’m pregnant,” you admitted. 

Alicia’s eyes widened. She looked... betrayed? You couldn’t tell. And you suddenly felt like crying. 

Travis stood up slowly. “Chris?”

“Yeah?” His throat felt dry.

“Is this... A-Are.... Did you... I-” 

“It’s mine,” he confirmed. 

Nick leaned against the couch and snorted, “Maybe we should look for condoms the next time we go to shore.”

“It’s a little late for that,” you contended. 

“How long have you known?” Madison asked. She seemed oddly calm. 

“Since yesterday,” you answered. 

“You were never sick. You were pregnant,” she realized. 

You nodded. 

Travis started shaking his head. “No, this has to be a mistake. How can you know?” 

“I took a pregnancy test-”

“Where the hell did you get a pregnancy test? I can’t imagine Strand had one lying around on the boat.” 

“After everybody left, I went to shore too and found one.” 

Chris, who didn’t know that, narrowed his eyes. “You went out there alone?” 

“No, I wasn’t alone. Ofelia went with me.”

Daniel looked at his daughter with disapproval and you felt a little bad for ratting her out, but there was no use in lying about it. 

“Okay, so you took one test. That doesn’t mean it’s accurate,” Travis exclaimed. 

Madison let out a loud, disappointed sigh. “No, she has all the symptoms. I can tell.” 

“She’s just a little sick. It’s not-”

“She’s been feeling nauseous, she puked, and she’s always tired.”

Nick absentmindedly chimed in again. “And her boobs are bigger.”  

Everybody gave him a glare and he hunched over, presumably understanding that he should stay quiet for now. 

“Travis, I’ve been through it. I know,” Madison told him. 

“And you’re okay with this?” he nearly shouted. 

That was when Madison angrily stood up. “No, I’m not okay with this. Not at all. But there’s nothing we can do about it.” 

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Chris mumbled. 

“Hey, I don’t want to hear it right now, Chris. Do you even realize what you’ve done?”

You stepped closer to Chris defensively, clinging onto his arm. “Don’t be mad at him.”

“He got you pregnant, Y/N.”

“You’re really going to make me say it? It takes two to tango,” you replied angrily. 

“I, um.... I just need to think.” Travis sighed and walked outside dramatically. 

“So, are we going to have to listen to a screaming baby on board?” Strand wondered, prompting another sip of his drink. 

You felt defeated. You truly expected Travis to handle it better. He always seemed like the reasonable and rational one. But, perhaps finding out he’s going to be a grandfather was enough for him to not be able to remain stable.

You frowned and made awkward eye contact with Alicia for a moment, who quickly got to her feet and rushed down the stairs. 

“I imagined this going better,” you whispered to Chris. He simply placed a kiss on your temple to comfort you. 

[e-m-christina]

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Nick Clark

Michonne Grimes

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Glenn Rhee

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Thranduil

Kili Durin

Thorin Oakensheild

Aragorn

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[sickoherd]

ALICIA CLARK — back then.

fluff/angst !!

summary: reader and alicia reminisce on the past.

no pronouns for reader mentioned.

era: pre-ginny era ig? various.

author note: i havent watched the early seasons of fear in ages, so pls excuse any mistakes.

requested by @kloy344

warnings !! alicia clark. thats it.

she was your wife.

you couldn’t believe it. your wife.

looking at her now, her skin glowing, bathing in the early morning sunlight. her soft snores, her messy brown hair, her full lips, just her.

the woman you were completely enamoured by.

back then, you hadn’t thought she was much at all, never wouldve thought you’d be here now.

back then, she was an enemy, and now you were in the enemy’s bed. except now, the enemy was your wife; ‘previous enemy’

you met in mexico, when strand had come to reunite with his love, your uncle.

she had ignored you as much as possible, and you were suspicious of her. nick was sweet, but you were intrigued by his sister.

you thought, ‘maybe she’s just shy.’ but oh, how wrong you were. alicia absolutely hated your guts, and in return, you hated hers.

you never understood why, and little did you know it’d take another two years to find out.

when the villa burnt down, strand brought you along with him. you were grateful of course, but not for the close proximity with alicia. madison constantly tried to get you two to get along, but to no avail.

her daughter was just too stubborn.

and to be fair, so were you.

from clearing the hotel out together, to saving her from falling down an elevator shoot, she didn’t say one nice thing to you.

just things like ;

“i had it!”

“i didn’t need your help.”

the first time she didn’t physically recoil from your presence, was after she heard her step brother, chris manawa, died. she may not have acted like she cared much, but you knew, she did so much more than she let on.

you found her standing on a balcony in the hotel, overlooking the ocean. you stood next to her, just letting her be aware that she wasn’t alone.

she even looked at you when you placed your hand over hers.

that was the night before everything went wrong.

the relief you felt as you saw alicia hobbling along the dusty path, with luciana on her shoulder, was unmatched. you had been scared to death that she might not’ve made it in the helicopter, but she did, somehow.

the missing presence of travis was noticed shortly after.

troy otto was certainly something else. he was attached to your hip, fascinated by you.

you weren’t interested in him, but alicia didn’t know that.

you wish she did.

the holes being burnt into troy’s back out of alicia’s jealousy was quickly noticed by the younger otto brother, and soon a game started.

alicia would try to make you jealous with jake, as much as she thought you were doing the same with troy.

the two boys were happy to be used.

it never resolved anything between you and alicia.

just lots more hidden feelings, buried deep down.

finding the stadium though, finally led to an improvement in your relationship. alicia started shamelessly glancing at you, not caring if you caught her.

it all built up.

nick knew what was going on, nick told luciana. madison guessed too, and told strand. the next thing you knew, you were on watch together.

to alicia, the silence was unbearable, all she wanted to do was make up for lost time, she wanted to know everything about you, every little detail.

“i’m sorry”

“what for?”

“everything, i never hated you, you didn’t deserve that”

“well, i only hated you because i thought you hated me.”

that made the two of you laugh, the night swallowing it up.

from that night onwards, the nightwatch happened even more. especially after alicia begged her mother for more shifts with you.

with that, your relationship improved. and with that, your crush grew.

the night before the vultures came, was the night she kissed you.

the sun was setting, and she was getting impatient. alicia wanted all of you, she wanted you to know how much she wanted you.

kisses grew to more touching, and eventually you ended up in bed with her.

the following week, everything came crashing down. madison was gone, and alicia and nick, in their grief had been mostly inconsolable.

until you met morgan and his group, alicia didnt speak a word to you, and not much else to the others.

then nick was killed, by charlie. someone you had trusted, someone who nick had trusted.

you held alicia as she sobbed over her brothers body.

when you reunited with her after the storm, you were surprised to see charlie too. it was clear alicia would protect her, and it made you happy that she was feeling better.

you stayed with her, through her grief and her journey back to find herself, loving her more and more each day.

she loved you too, so much.

[ghxst-heart]

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ɪs ᴛʜɪs sᴇᴀᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ? ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Shawn Hunter X Reader

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴘᴀɴɢᴀ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, MatthewsSibling!Reader, Romantic!Shawn Hunter X Reader, Familial!Maya Hart X Reader

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ғᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Brandon Luke X Reader, Familial!Travis & Chris Manawa X Reader

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ɢɪʀʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Lucas Friar X Reader

ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ, ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Josh Mattews X Reader

ᴍᴏɴᴏᴘᴏʟʏ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Josh Mattews X Reader

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ɢʟᴇᴇ

ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ─ NSFW, Masc!Reader, Romantic!Blaine Anderson X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Finn Hudson X Reader

ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴡᴀʏ ʙᴇsᴛɪᴇ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Platonic!Kurt Hummel X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, ClosetedBisexual!Reader, Crushing!Marley Rose X Reader

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ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛᴇʀ's ᴀ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ

ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Rory Keaner X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Witch!Reader, Crushing!Ethan Morgan X Reader

ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄɪᴇs ᴜɴᴛᴏʟᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Crushing!Ethan Morgan X Reader

ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ? ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ─ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ? ─ NSFW, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Romantic!Benny Weir X Reader

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ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ NSFW, GenderNeutral!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Romantic!August Booth X Reader

ᴀ ᴍɪsɢᴜɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Felix X Reader, Platonic!Peter Pan X Reader, Platonic!Henry Mills X Reader

ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Felix X Reader, Platonic!Peter Pan X Reader

ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ sᴛᴏʀʏʙʀᴏᴏᴋᴇ ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Felix X Reader

ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴅɪɢɢᴇʀ ─ NSFW, GenderNeutral!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Romantic!Mr. Gold X Reader

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ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟɪᴀʀs

ʜᴜᴍᴅʀᴜᴍ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Crushing!Toby Cavanaugh X Reader

ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴏʀs ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Jason DiLaurentis X Reader

ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇs ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ ─ Fem!Reader, Curvy!Reader, Crushing!Lucas Gottesman X Reader

ᴘʟᴀʏᴛʜɪɴɢs ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Platonic!Spencer Hastings X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Spencer Hastings X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Platonic!Paige McCullers X Reader

ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜs ─ NSFW, GenderNeutral!Reader, AFAB!Reader Romantic!Mike Montgomery X Reader

ᴏᴜᴛᴄᴀsᴛs ─ Fem!Reader, RadleyPatient!Reader, Liar!Reader, Crushing!Mike Montgomery X Reader

ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ? ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Mike Montgomery X Reader

ʀᴀɪɴʏ ᴅᴀʏs ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Caleb Rivers X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Mona Vanderwaal X Reader

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Mary Stuart X Reader

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ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Shy!Reader, Introvert!Reader, Poly!Choni X Reader

ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Crushing!Jason Blossom X Reader

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ʙʟᴜᴇs ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Fangs Fogarty X Reader

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ sᴡɪғᴛ sᴏɴɢ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Exes!Reggie Mantle X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Sweet Pea X Reader

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ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʟғ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ─ Fem!Reader, Werewolf!Reader, Platonic!Allison Argent X Reader

ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Crushing!Isaac Lahey X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Isaac Lahey X Reader

ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Stiles Stilinski X Reader

sʟɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Stiles Stilinski X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Athletic!Reader, Crushing!Kira Yukimura X Reader, Platonic!Allison Argent X Reader

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟs

ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʙs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Platonic!Hayley Marshall X Reader

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ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴄᴋ

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀᴛɪɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ . . . ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Cody Martin X Reader

ғᴀʙᴜʟᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ ─ Romantic!London Tipton X Bailey Pickett

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ғʟᴜ-ʟɪᴋᴇ sʏᴍᴘᴛᴏᴍs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Crushing!Kai Parker X Reader

ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ? ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Platonic!Stefan Salvatore X Reader

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ

ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Andrea X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ NSFW, Fem!Reader, Romantic!Tara Chambler X Reader

sɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ─ Fem!Reader, GreeneSister!Reader, Familial!Maggie Greene X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Carl Grimes X Reader

ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ (ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ) ─ Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, Romantic!Carl Grimes X Reader

ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ─ Fem!Reader, Exes!Shane Walsh X Reader

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ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜs

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Edgy!Reader, TechCrew!Reader, Singer!Reader, Romantic!Andre Harris X Reader

ᴊᴇɴɴʏ ᴏʀ ᴊᴀᴅᴇ? ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Crushing!Jade West X Reader

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ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴠᴇʀʟʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Romantic!Alex Russo X Mason Greyback

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ᴡᴏʟғʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ NSFW, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Wolfblood!Reader, Biracial!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, Romantic!Rhydian Morris X Reader

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･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.✧ .* :✧.

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ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇs

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ᴅɪsɴᴇʏ's ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛs

ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ─ Fem!Reader, Reader is Ben's Twin Sister, Romantic!Chad Charming X Reader

ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ─ Fem!Reader, Reader is the Queen of Hearts' Daughter, Girly!Reader, Crushing!Carlos de Vil X Reader

ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғ��ʟ sᴏᴜʟ ─ Fem!Reader, Blind!Reader, Romantic!Jay X Reader

ᴡᴏᴀʜ, ɴᴇʟʟʏ! ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Jay X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Jay X Reader

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ɢʀᴇᴀsᴇ

ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ─ Please send in requests!

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ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

ᴀʀᴛᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ ─ Fem!Reader, Hufflepuff!Reader, Romantic!Cedric Diggory X Reader

ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ʙʏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ: ᴀ sᴇʀɪᴇs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, GrangerSibling!Reader, EventualRomantic!Draco Malfoy X Reader

ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Crushing!Cormac McLaggen X Reader

ᴋɪɴᴅʀᴇᴅ sᴏᴜʟs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!George Weasley X Reader

ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴇʏᴇs ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Crushing!Ron Weasley X Reader

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ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴇᴢ ─ Fem!Reader, MontezSister!Reader, Crushing!Sharpay Evans X Reader

sᴘʀɪɴɢ ʜᴀs sᴘʀᴜɴɢ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Kelsi Nielsen X Reader

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ʟᴇᴍᴏɴᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Olivia White X Reader

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ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ

ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴍɪsᴛʟᴇᴛᴏᴇ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Platonic!Horsemen X Reader

ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ─ NSFW, GenderNeutral!Reader, AFAB!Reader, Dominant!Reader, Romantic!Jack Wilder X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Jack Wilder X Reader

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ᴘɪᴛᴄʜ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Cynthia-Rose Adams X Reader

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟᴀs ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ . . . ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Poly!Aubrey Posen X Chloe Beale X Reader

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Fat Amy X Reader

ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ─ Fem!Reader, MusicProducer!Reader, Singer!Reader, Reader is Fat Amy's cousin from Australia, Romantic!Emily Junk X Reader

ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ᴛᴇᴀ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Bellas!Reader Crushing!Aubrey Posen X Reader

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ᴛᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Romantic!Brady X Butchy

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙʀᴀᴅʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ . . . ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Brady X Reader

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛᴄʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ . . . ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Butchy X Reader

ɢɪʀʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Lela X Reader

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs ᴏғ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Love Triangle with Edmund Pevensie, Caspian X, & Reader, Romantic!Edmund Pevensie X Reader, Romantic!Caspian X Reader

ғʟᴀᴛᴛᴇʀʏ ɢᴇᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Edmund Pevensie X Reader

ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀɴ ᴄʀᴜsʜᴇs ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Peter Pevensie X Reader

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ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs

sᴋɪᴛᴛɪsʜ ─ Fem!Reader, Crushing!Marvel X Reader

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ

ғʀᴇᴇ ─ Fem!Reader, Romantic!Winston X Reader

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴀɢᴀ

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴜɴᴛɪᴛʟᴇᴅ ─ Fem!Reader, Vampire!Reader, Mates!Riley Biers X Reader

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴊᴀsᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀʟᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇ . . . ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Jasper Hale X Reader

ᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴡᴇsᴛ ᴠᴇɢᴇᴛᴀʀɪᴀɴ ─ Fem!Reader, NewbornVampire!Reader, Mates!Jasper Hale X Reader

sᴛᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʙʙʟᴇʀ ─ GenderNeutral!Reader, Romantic!Charlie Swan X Reader

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✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.✧ .* :✧. ───✧

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ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ: August 5, 2022

*Listed in alphabetical order by the first letter of Series and then by first letter of the characters included in the imagines.

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE POLY BROMIGOS HEADCANONS (ftwd)

because i took a break from ftwd at season 3 and i'm not confident enough to write for twd yet but i want angst and misery and want i it now

to refresh your memory the "bromigos" are brandon's group (brandon luke, derek, james mcallister, chris manawa) from season 2 that got chris killed. What can I say I like POS minor characters 🤡

BUT let's just say, hypothetically, instead of putting James down, they chuck him in the back of the truck and jus say "if he bleeds out he bleeds out if he doesn't he doesn't", but chris still crashes the truck and darling is there to prevent everyone's deaths 😮

• maybe the darling had followed travis and chris from madison's group or maybe they were apart of brandon's group. heck, they could even have been staying with the mexican guy at the farm. either way, they convince the others to spare the bullet and let nature take it's course with james.

• so the group packs up the truck and sets off. eventually chris gets his turn driving and that's when it all goes to shit. the vehicle smashes in a tree, flipping on it's side in the process, brandon and derek get out with pretty minor injuries, cuts to the head and a sprained wrist.

• james and chris on the other hand are doing pretty bad. on with shards of glass in his leg and the bone sticking out, the other with his gunshot wound worsened by the impact. the darling came out with a small concussion, having been in the back with james.

"look at them!, they're as good as dead. they'll be nothing but extra weight on us" brandon pointed his shotgun at james's head, ignoring the others plea's for mercy. m/n shot the other a sharp glare, raising his brows "oh. i get it" he sighed, lowering his pistol, "so if you were also injured you would hold up the same principle?"

"i'm not injured and since when have you been in char-" BANG. before brandon could finish his sentance, a loud crack sounded. and he was on the ground, his calf now covered in blood. "what the fuck man" "oh look there, derek, he's deadweight now, should we put him down?" m/n quipped, turning towards the only other uninjured member of the group, who was staring at him wide-eyed.

• shooting brandon might not have been the best decision in the long run, as walkers were slowly making their way towards the scene. derek was forced to help james and brandon hobble their way back to the farm - or the closest functioning vehicle. whilst m/n found a piece of tarp and dragged chris along on it.

• out of all of them, brandon hated m/n the most. who does he think he is? but he was also kind of weirdly attracted to the guy. if they weren't in the middle of an apocalypse he'd never even consider what he was nor would he find another male attractive. he'd used to make fun of the gay kids in highschool!

• but it's not like there are many options these days. at some point he tells the reader this, but all that came out of it was a concussion from the slap he received.

• his growing fondness evolved into obsession as the weeks go by and he begins to realise how much of an asset to the group the reader really is. he's the kind of person that would survive and thrive in this world, so much so that other survivors are going to want to steal him away from the group. like hell brandons going to let that happen.

• he used to think the other three were a bunch of gay sissy's, but now he too constantly grills the reader when he tries to go on runs, spends too much time alone or interacts with another survivor.

• after the whole crash fiasco, derek is straight up terrified of m/n. and is of the belief that he would belong in a mental hospital if society hadn't collapsed. as the only other uninjured member of the group, he's forced to take up alot of the slack. he goes on runs with and helps m/n secure the farm, he believes he's much closer to the reader because of this. which is what kickstarts his obsession.

• derek is under the belief that he's m/n's favourite of the group, otherwise he would have shot him as well, right? he does some mental gymnastics which arrive him at the assumption that m/n is definitely into him.

• wouldn't usually be his thing but nor would shooting people. the apocalypse changes you. so he kinda just starts.. acting like he's much closer to the reader than he actually is. mf takes his shirt off whilst on a run, thinking he's doing m/n a service.

• "put a shirt on" "it's boiling out here bro" "you might as well write walker bait on there"

• honestly james was into m/n after one look. it only got worse when he was saved from being put down twice. like derek he is fully under the impression that the reader is into him. but is much less subtle (if you could call derek's approach subtle).

• whenever m/n is attending to his wound, james is shamelessly flirting. and then he wonders why the reader is being less gentle when reapplying the gauze. he exaggerates his condition to the reader and is constantly demanding something "you couldn't look for something to drink when your out there? i'd share some with you ;)"

• when his injury starts to heal he only comes on more strong; unprompted 'bro hugs' (m/n could probably press charges), jumping on m/n during the middle of the night (and getting mistaken for a walker 😵), 'sharing' a piece of chocolate m/n brought him (the busted lip took two weeks to heal)

• but he takes it all in relative stride, and thinks m/n has some underlying psychological issues that need to be addressed.

• chris thinks m/n should have just killed the other three so it could just be the two of them. he hates sharing the readers attention with literally anything and anyone. but he's not exactly in a position to get rid of them, as the most injured out of the bunch.

• whilst he starts off as just possessive, as he gets more mobile and more obsessed with the darling, he becomes overwhelmingly violent. towards the others, towards the darling. he can't stand being rejected, and whilst the other three kind of just laugh the readers blatant disgust with their advances off, chris won't stand for it.

• "do you think your better than me?" chris jumps to the worst conclusions when m/n won't lay next to him, ect. you're planning on abandoning me just like my dad did, you're just using me to find your family, you're a sadistic piece of shit. he swings between shyly and violently affectionate, leaving m/n on the edge.

• out of all of them, chris is the quickest to go full-blown yandere. like brandon he becomes abhorrently possessive of m/n, knowing that there are probably better options out there for him.

• the only thing that keeps them, or chris and brandon, from killing everyone else in the group, is the knowledge that they have an advantage in numbers. brandon is well aware m/n could probably kill him 1 v 1 but 4 v 1 and m/n's chances of escaping are pretty slim.

• but just because they have silently agreed not to kill each other does not mean they have an active agreement. sure if they catch m/n trying to escape they'll break his arm but does anyone have a specific day they get to spend with him and is there any official relationship between m/n and any of them? not that m/n knows of.

• but it's not like any of them take no for an answer, no matter how many times they come onto him and get wrecked rejected they just go back stronger the next time. as a bunch of hormonal young men in the middle of mexico with no one else in sight the reader is kind of fucked here.

• now is the reader in any particular danger with this group? just a lil bit. nowhere near as much as other survivors they come across are. doesn't matter if m/n is compassionate and offers to take them in, he'll find them as walkers in the barn the next day.

• BUT on the brightside when it comes to decision making for the groups well being, you, dear reader, have the final say. they reluctantly recognise that they owe their livelihood to the reader for knowing a questionable amount of survival knowledge.

[eurusholmmes]

Fear The Walking Dead Masterlist

this fandom is discontinued because the fear writers are stupid and killed off nick. will no longer be writing for this fandom, but here is my archive of fics i have written for it!

Chris Manawa

All You Need Is Faith

Somewhere Out There

Nick Clark - Most recent to oldest.

Unexpected

Liar, Liar

Rebel 

Fool(s) In Love 

Sea of Faces

I’ll Be By Your Side

Leaving Me Behind

Reunions Aren’t Always Happy

Destitute

I Hate You and Yours Stupid Delusions

Lullaby For A Soldier

Lost And Found 

He’s A Cuddler

Haircuts

Saved By My Best Friend

Mirage (pre-turn)

Little Black Shirt

Swimmin’ In The Ocean

Panic Attacks

Awed by You (AU) 

Mine 

Jealousy Doesn’t Suit You, My Dear

You’ll Be Here In My Arms

Fatal

[christophermanawaprotectionsquad]

Lost Time

Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 7

Chris Manawa/Reader

Prompt: Enemies to Friends to Lovers + Rain

You had been neighbors with the Clark’s since you were a kid, and had been friends with Nick and Alicia for most of your life. When the soldiers came and set up the barrier, you began to spend more time with them.

You and Chris had gotten along pretty well at first, but at some point on the Abigail he had become harsh and distant, so of course you were a dick to him in return.

Which is why you had no explanation as to why when Chris decided to leave with Brandon and Derek, who extended the invitation to you, you accepted. Well, an explanation aside from the fact that you still harbored a crush on the kinder, softer Chris you had known for a short time after you’d met him. But you'd sooner kiss an infected than admit that.

At least you could plead basic human decency when you threatened to shoot the two men when they were about to murder Chris after the car crash.

The two of you had started warming up to each other again as you traveled from place to place, scavenging for supplies and protecting each other from the infected. But, once again, things changed. You were reunited with Travis and the Clark's a few weeks later after finding them hiding out in an abandoned suburban neighborhood in Arizona.

Travis hugged his son, crying tears of relief, as the Clark's checked to see if you were harmed.

“Are you okay?” Alicia asked. While Madison checked you for wounds.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you smiled. Alicia pulled you into a tight embrace and Nick followed suit.

During the weeks you had traveled together, Chris had become more like the boy you had met months before, and less like the one who had shot the farmer in cold blood. While he was still distant to the rest of the group, aside from his dad, you had hoped everything would be fine—well, as fine they could be in the apocalypse—but once again Chris was ignoring you.

Whenever you tried to start a conversation with him he would act like he couldn't hear you or just walk away. You had asked Travis if he knew what was wrong, but he said it wasn't his place to tell. All your attempts to talk to Chris failed, until you finally managed to corner him one night.

“Hey,” you said as you approached him, sitting at a window of the abandoned house your group was staying for the night, watching the rain fall outside.

He stayed silent. You took a second to gather your courage.

“Why are you ignoring me?” you asked.

More silence. The only sound was water droplets pattering against the window.

“Chris, please. Whatever I did I’m sorry! Okay? I just want to be your friend again,” You begged. True, you wanted to be more than friends, but if friends was all he wanted to be it was enough for you.

He took as shaky breath before speaking, “You didn’t do anything wrong (Y/N).”

“Then why-”

“Because it hurts!” his outburst shocked you. “Because you’re amazing and kind and smart and you went with me and Brandon and Derek even though they obviously scared you, and you saved my life. I love being your friend, but watching you with something else hurts.”

“Watching me with someone else?”

“You and Nick,” he looked back down at his hands, no linger capable of looking you in the eyes.

“Nick and I have nothing going on between us,” you laughed.

“Really?” his voice sounded hopeful.

“No! I did have a crush on Alicia in middle school, but I got over that years ago.”

“Oh, so you’re not into guys?”

“No, I’m into guys too, and I’m definitely into you,” you nudged his side and gave him a cheeky grin.

His looked up at you, surprised, and you took the opportunity to lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips.

The rain fell harder outside as you two made up for lost time.

[yanxidarlings]

MASTERPOST

HETALIA

WRITINGS

newer works for hetalia

GENERAL HEADCANONS

latin america, mongolia

older works for hetalia

GENERAL HEADCANONS

america, australia, prussia, romano, turkey, finland, ukraine, england, nordics

INDIVIDUAL SCENARIOS

shy with america

superhero-esque with america

platonic yandere with america

daydreams with america

uncivilised with england

victorian poc with england

childhood friend with hong kong

GROUP SCENARIOS

heartbroken with the axis

disappointed with the axis

anxious with the axis

unhappily married with the allies

aroace with the allies

lesbian with the allies

refusing to eat with the allies

insecure with the nordics

sickly with the italy brothers

pugnacious with the german brothers

psychopath with eng-ita-ame

androphobia with eng-spa-can

otome with ger-eng-ame

bosses relative with ger-eng-ame

sociable with ger-eng-rus

sharing with ger-eng-pru

lovestruck with ger-swe-spa

reciprocated yandere with rus-ame

rejected proposal with rus-ger

VERSUS SERIES

austria vs switzerland

ukraine vs belarus

hungary vs romania

england vs romania

russia vs germany

america vs russia

america vs germany (p2, p3)

norway vs iceland

hong kong vs south korea

greece vs turkey vs egypt

YANDERE ALPHABET

D,M,Z with america

F,H,I with america

C,D,H with prussia

D,A,Y with australia

J,Q,U with the baltics

D,W,Z with ame-can-fra

X,S with eng-ger-rus

F,L,M with eng-pru

B,J,T with rus-ame

E,K,R with ice-jap

A,P,Y with hk-tai-mac

YANDERE DISCUSSION

unrequited yandere

warmonger

fake broken

UPCOMING

the draft has been started

romano and prussia sharing a darling

male belarus, ukraine and russia sharing a darling

latin america sharing a darling

general yandere asia

list of old inbox requests i might get to oneday

here

HARRY POTTER

WRITINGS

POLY SLYTHERIN SERIES

sharing, individual headcanons, bully! slytherins, obscurial! reader

POLY HEADCANONS

mattheo & theodore, mattheo & blaise, cormac & zacharias, ravenclaw boys

GENERAL HEADCANONS

zacharias smith, anthony goldstein, cormac mclaggen

UPCOMING

the draft has been started

boggart reactions of slytherin, ravenclaw and hufflepuff boys

list of inbox requests ill get to oneday

here

THE WALKING DEAD

WRITINGS

GENERAL HEADCANONS

chris manawa

POLY SCENARIOS

daryl and merle, bromigos

LIST OF CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

RULES FOR REQUESTS

[christophermanawaprotectionsquad]

Good Things

Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 19

 Chris Manawa/Reader 

 Prompt: With an adopted child + Marriage

Very few good things happened in the apocalypse. The good things that did happen to you, you could count on one hand.

1. You met Christopher Manawa

Getting separated from your group after a run in with a violent group of survivors was your worst nightmare come true. After a week of looking for them to no avail, you realized you had to keep moving.

You made your way East, hoping that the less populated areas would have less undead. On the way you ran into a another survivor that had lost his group.

Chris had left his father and stepfamily to join some other boys, but after Chris was injured in a car accident they left him to die.

The two of you decided that it would be smarter and safer to travel together. Neither of you expected to fall in love, but it was three months into traveling with Chris and you were head-over-heels.

A small fire crackled in front of you as you stared up at the sky.

“The stars are so clear here,” Chris mumbled beside you. You hummed in agreement and he turned to look over at you.

“They’re so beautiful,”

“Yeah, you are,” he breathed. You turned to look at him, shocked that he actually returned your feelings. He leaned towards you and his lips met yours.

After a few minutes you pulled away giggling.  

“What?” he asked worried that he had done something wrong.

“That was so fucking cliche,” you said looking at him with an adoring gaze.

“Shut up,” he pulled you into another mind-blowing kiss.

2. Marrying Chris

Weddings in Alexandria were less than traditional. Deana handed you a marriage certificate, you both signed it, and you were officially married. You and Chris decided not to have a ceremony, and it was the proposal that made it one of the best days of your lives.

Chris had seen a jewelry store on a run a few days ago and found a ring he thought you would love. Before the world ended, he probably would have waited for the perfect moment to propose. Unfortunately, in the new world the perfect moment might never happen, so he asked you immediately after he came home.

Anytime one of you went on a run without the other, the other person would probably be at home worrying. So, when Chris opened the door to your house, you immediately bolted to him and hugged him.

Once you pulled away he told you to close your eyes. When you opened them he was looking up and you on one knee.

“Meeting you was one of the best things to ever happen to me, even before the apocalypse. Despite the fact that the world around us is hell, being with you makes me feel like everything will be okay. I don’t no where I would be today, or if I would even be alive, without you. (Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?”

3. Finding Elizabeth

Going on supply runs were the only time you could leave Alexandria. It’s not that you didn’t love the settlement, but being contained within the walls for years would have driven you insane if it weren’t for the short time you spent outside. Deana had sent you and Chris out for a few things.

On the way back, there was a small building surrounded by walkers. A noise came from within that attracted them and they scratched at the stores glass windows. The two of you took out the walkers and noticed a note stuck on the door. “Got bitten, please save my baby,” you read aloud. You realized what the noise was. When Chris got the door open you were hit with the sound of a crying baby.

The cries came from a back room that was locked from the outside. You grabbed the key that was sitting in the counter and opened the door. On top of the desk, sitting wrapped tightly in blankets and nestled into a baby carrier, was a small infant.

“How could anyone leave their child in here?” you asked picking them up and cradling them in your arms.

“They were bitten. The alternatives do sound to great either,” Chris said looking down at their tiny form. “We should bringg them back to Alexandria.” The child started crying again.

“But first we should feed it,” you said handing him the baby before searching the store for something that resembled baby food.

Those three things were the only good events you could think of happening after the outbreak. The baby ended up being a girl. After a long discussion and a bit of thinking the two of you decided to adopt her. You had named her Elizabeth, after his mother Eliza.

You laid in bed and looked over at Chris who was cuddling your now five year old daughter in your sleep.

Not many good things happened in the apocalypse, but you planned on holding onto the few things that did.

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Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 15

 Chris Manawa/Reader 

Prompt: Hogwarts AU (Hufflepuff!Chris x Hufflepuff!Reader) + Soulmate AU (writing messages on skin)

Flames crackled in the fire place. You curled into a big plush chair as you reread your favorite book. It was getting late and there was only a few other people in the common room.

The room was unbelievably comfortable. The walls were round and made of yellow bricks, the circular windows let in a bit of moon  light, the wooden floor was covered in a large soft carpet, and the room was filled with plants.

A familiar rhythm of taps could be heard through the door before it opened and someone entered. You looked up and saw Chris Manawa, a boy from your Charms class. The two of you had spoken to each other a few times before and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a small crush on him. He sat down in the armchair next to you.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, catching your attention.

“Hmm?” you hummed. He held out a plate of cinnamon rolls that he must have gotten from the House Elves in the kitchen.

“Want one?” he offered.

“Thank you,” you nodded and grabbed one.

“How Quidditch training going?” he asked. “Are you guys ready for the match this Friday?”

“Yeah, we’ve been training almost everyday. Slytherin’s going to eat shit,” you smiled as he laughed. Your heart fluttered at the sound and you turned away hoping he couldn’t see your blush in the dim light.

“Good, I’ll be in the stands cheering for you. Don’t forget: I’m your number one fan,” he said. You secretly hoped it wasn’t a joke.

Pulling on your Quidditch gear, you listened to your team captain give a pre-match speech.

A smile spread across your face as you felt a faint scribbling across your arm.

You had been writing back and fourth with your soulmate since your thirteenth birthday. You hadn’t told him you had magic. Partially because you weren’t sure if he’d even believe you, but also because you were worried that even if he did believe you he would think you were a freak. A lot of the half-blood's you had met said that their muggle parent had a bad reaction to finding out their significant other had magic powers, and you prayed that you would never be with one of those people.

‘Hey’ it read. You scrambled to grab a pen from your locker.

'Hey’ you wrote back. 'Sorry I can’t talk right now. I have a Quidditch match in a minute’ It wasn’t until you were walking onto the pitch that you realized your mistake.

After a moment of panic, you realized, to your relief, they would have no idea what Quidditch even was and you could play it off somehow without having to tell them about the wizarding world just yet. You forced yourself to ignore the feeling of them replying on your arm. Then you and your team mates took to the air and the balls were released.

Once the match ended, you checked your arm and your heart almost stopped.

'Slytherin’s going to eat shit’ read your soulmates handwriting, scrawled across your arm.

'Yeah, they did’ you wrote back. The letters were crooked as your hand shook from both nerves and excitement. 'Meet me outside the locker rooms?’ You had never changed so fast in your life.

When you walked out you saw something that made butterfly explode in your stomach. Chris leaned up against the outer wall of the Quidditch pitch, as if waiting for someone.

“Hey, Chris,” you said as you walked up to him.

“Hey, (Y/N). You did amazing!” he smiled. “You’re definitely the best  beater on the team.”

“Thanks!” you said and realized you had no idea how to subtlety breach the subject of the possibility of him being your soulmate.

Wondering if you were actually lucky enough to have him be your soulmate, you took a breath to say something, but he spoke before you could. “The Slytherin team really ate shit didn’t they?”

“Yeah, they did,” you paused for a second before deciding 'fuck subtlety' and continuing. “Hey, can I see your arm?”

He smiled as if hoping you would ask that as he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt, showing you his arm. You froze when you saw the writing on his arm. He pulled his sleeve down and grabbed hour hands, bringing you back to reality.

“I was hoping it would be you the second I read the word Quidditch,” he said looking into your eyes.

After a moment of thinking about how much you loved the deep brown color of his eyes, you smiled brightly and spoke, “I’m so glad it’s you. I guess it’s a good thing you’re already my number one fan.”

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Chris Manawa Appreciation Month: Day 3

Chris Manawa/Reader

Prompt: Friends to Lovers + Hugs

You and your family had been traveling, more like wandering, for months since the world ended. You had gotten pretty good at avoiding and killing, what some of the other groups you had crossed paths with called, walkers.

You found you were shockingly good at adjusting to the new world order. Knowing you were killing, what used to be, other human beings still made you shed a few tears at night, when no one was watching; and you did long for your old, less complicated life. But you were willing to do what was necessary to keep you and your family alive.

The only thing that could make you break down, outside of the short time before you fell asleep, was not knowing whether your best friend, Chris, was still alive.

It seemed somewhat stupid to you. That that was what made you cry when the entire world and life as you knew it completely changed for the worst, but he was the one person in who you told everything to. You both supported each other like when his parents got divorced. You didn't want to burden your family, they were already preoccupied with their own worries.

So when you came upon a group of boys, who gave you a very bad feeling, you were ecstatic when you saw Chris among them. The second you noticed him you shouted his name and threw your arms around him in a bone crushing hug which he returned full force.

When the boys he was with made suggestive jokes about the two of you, you did your best not to blush and give away your crush on your best friend.

As your two groups went to part ways you asked Chris to come with you and your family. You didn't want to say anything about the group he was with in fear he would get defensive, but they made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

After a few seconds of staring into your pleading eyes as you grasped his hands tightly in yours like if you loosened your grip even a little he would disappear and you'd never see him again-Which, in this new world, was actually quite likely- he agreed and you pulled him into a hug, relieved.

Chris had been traveling with your family for weeks now and he found that your family was more accepting of his "do what has to be done" attitude than his own was, but less trigger happy than the boys he was with before were.

Your family took refugee from the reality of the apocalypse around them by teasing you about your crush and occasionally even trying to play matchmaker. Nothing came if their meddling until you and Chris raided a small convenience store.

It would have been an easy in-and-out job if you hadn't gotten distracted and missed the zombie coming towards you from behind. You let out a yelp as it knocked you down and landed on top of you, snapping it teeth at you as you struggled to push it off of you. A shot rang out and the zombie collapsed into a motionless heap on top of you. Chris helped you push it off and pulled onto your feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked frantically as he checked you for injuries.

"I'm fine. Sorry, I got distracted," you said as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

"Fuck, you scared me," he said stroking your hair. It was the closest either of you had come to dying since the end of the world. The closest Chris had come to losing you forever. 

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you admitted.

He took a shaky breath before pulling back and looking into your eyes. "No, (Y/N), I'm in love with you," the seriousness in his eyes left you speechless for a moment before you hugged him again, even tighter.

"I'm in love with you too," you said into his neck, just loud enough for him to hear. You both stood in each others embrace for a few more minutes until you pulled away. "We should head back, they'll start to worry." You smiled softly at him. He nodded and grabbed your hand as you made your way back to where your group was staying.