#Troy Otto x reader x Nick Clark

[grimesgirll]

“c’mon, you can do better than that.”

“you think so?”

troy nods, moving nick’s nimble fingers aside to lean down and engulf your nipple in his mouth. you exhale shallowly in response, every muscle twinging as he runs his tongue along your sensitive bud.

“yeah, she loves this,” the ranch leader’s son muses, making a point to gently graze your nub with his teeth.

you whimper with delight. tremors and tingles of electricity hit you like a shock as the mouth on your chest just continues licking and sucking while a new sensation takes over between your legs. nick’s prodding touch tickles it’s way from your thighs to the top of your clit within seconds and suddenly you’re not sure how quiet you can stay.

“you’re right, she does,” nick agrees. “don’t you, pretty girl?” he traces a line from your lip to your chin as if his hand wasn’t attached to your clit.

“mhmm.” you agree as well, albeit through a series of muffled moans. nick picks up the pace and introduces your newly sopping cunt to a fat finger. the pleasure of that new stretch has you gasping.

you hadn’t been expecting to find both troy and nick down in the armory when you traipsed down here for some quick gun cleaning. what should’ve been a quick chore before your shift on perimeter watch turned into an opportunistic trap. not a single firearm had been cleaned since you stepped foot in the basement. instead, you’d been assailed by lips and teeth. lovers threatening to leave the door unlocked, instead focusing on the pleasure points they could plunder.

nick was the one to run up the stairs and lock the door - not that you’d seen it, too busy wrapped up by troy in a bear hug. you couldn’t resist being engulfed in his arms for a second. not at night, not when he sneaks up behind you when you’re on watch, not when he’s trying to distract you from your chores, and most certainly not now. it’s the same reason as to why you remain in his arms and don’t march up the stairs and off to your shift.

a challenging choice that would’ve been but even more challenging is trying to keep cool beneath the tongues of the men tearing you apart.

a tear threatens your waterline from all of the overstimulation; it trails down your cheek as it puffs out with each uneasy breath you take. “troy,” you’re whispering aimlessly into the mop of blonde hair atop you.

“what’s that, baby?”

“pretty sure my shift on the perimeter starts in ten minu-,”

“pretty sure all you need to worry about,” troy smirks at you, adding, “pretty girl, is cumming all over nick’s tongue.”

you nearly fall apart at his words.

the blonde devil raises an eyebrow. “hmm? you wanna let nick lick you stupid?” his smirk reappears. “or do you want to be on time for your perimeter shift?”

“that’s-,” you shudder at the feeling of the alphabet being traced onto your vulva. “-that’s not a fair question.”

“it’s just a question,” nick says from between your legs.

you lift your head to make eye contact with him but suddenly your face is being cupped and a pair of familiar lips draw you back into his center of gravity.

knowing nick will be there when you’re released from your romantic restraints, you lean into troy, trying to disregard the nearly searing orgasm burning at your core. your long haired lover licks painfully wicked stripes up your center. none of your bucking or squirming deters them; your california boy’s strong, sinewy arms - courtesy of all of the ranch duties he’d tended to in the texas sun - pin you down to hold you in place just in time for your core to collapse and for you to exclaim his name into troy’s mouth.

crushed between the men, your orgasm has you shuddering and your torso aflame with pleasure. nick licks you through your high and grips your hips to pull them closer to your face until troy’s freed your lips. the chapped things land on your neck as nick spreads your legs even wider. a finger pumps into you.

“wanna get filled up, good girl?” nick asks and comes closer to steal a kiss before you can reply. “you were so pretty coming. i know you’re gonna feel good on my cock.”

“she wants it. right, pretty girl?”

troy’s on the shell of your ear now. he’s nearly in your ear - the world’s most attractive brainworm.

you’re not surprised or even sensible enough in the moment to hesitate when you nod your head. you don’t think twice when they’re suddenly pulling their pants down and kissing more hungrily at your desert tanned skin.

they can pull you into any position they want, pull you from patrol, just so long as they keep their hands on you. one touch is all it takes and you’re putty in their hands.

fuck patrol, you’d rather get fucked.

[sombrashe]

Troy who refuses to let a single drop of alcohol enter his system (wont even kiss you or nick when you two have been drinking) but out smokes the both of you. Takes the smoke like a champ and lets out a single cough with a cloud billowing all around him like a halo while you and Nick grip each other as you die a little from how bad your coughs are

[ftwdb]

Don't Say Go

Chapter 19

Summary: Soulmates find each other through what is known as The Pull. A sense within a persons body that their soulmate is within reach that guides them to find them. You find yourself following this Pull, guided by vague dreams of a man you can't quite see, until you collapse in the wild and are found by Troy, your soulmate, who has been following the same feeling toward you for days.

Once connected soulmates are able to share emotions through their bond, as well as being able to sense where the other is. But how this force works is very much a mystery still, it can vary from soulmate to soulmate, and just sometimes a connection too deep can lead twist a bond from something beautiful to, well...

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut. Love triangle.

You made it back to the ranch undetected and spent the rest of the night curled up beside Troy in the med tent. You didn’t sleep, constantly listening for noise. Voices or gunfire, the truck’s engines. But nothing came. You were just about fading into sleep as the sun began to rise when Troy made a sound, his eyes flickering open.

“Troy?” you say, hopefully.

His blue eyes find you and his lips twitch in a smile.

“I’ll get Jake—“

His hand grabs yours, he must have used all his strength to keep you beside him.

“No. Not yet. Stay.”

You hesitated, scared that something could go wrong. But as his eyes focused on yours you couldn’t resist, sensing his need for you. You lay back down beside him, looking him in the eye and speaking gently.

“What were you thinking huh?”

Troy doesn’t need to ask what you mean.

“Kept you safe…” he says weakly.

You shake your head.

“Not like that. Please. Never like that again.”

Troy looks confused, his brow furrowing before he winces with the pain in causes in his head.

“Have to. Do anything…”

You sigh, understanding the feeling. Remembering your own rage and desperation when you’d seen him brought in covered in blood and unmoving.

You gently run a hand through his curls, avoiding the parts that were clumped with his blood. You sigh.

“I know. I know.”

He closes his eyes, his lips turning up as he makes a low sound in his throat. Then he says something so quiet you’re sure you hadn’t heard him right and lean closer, your heart pounding.

“What… what did you say?”

His eyes open slowly, foggy but focused on your face.

“Marry me.”

It wasn’t a question. Your heart pounds. It was an inevitability. You stare.

“Marry… you?”

Troy smirks.

“You gonna say no?”

You shake your head.

“Of course not… but… you’re injured and probably concussed and it’s the end of the world anyway, who gets married in the apocalypse? Does marriage even mean anything anymore? Does it matter what denomination we are or can we just make up whatever we want—“

Somehow Troy had found the strength to lift his head and kiss you, until he fell back against the pillow looking green.

“Bad idea. Gonna puke.”

“Shit,” you grab a bowl and prepare to help him. “Well, if that wasn’t the most romantic proposal ever…”

You watch as Troy sucks in a deep breath, steeling himself against the urge to vomit. His hand presses to his bandaged head and the IV in his arm tugs awkwardly. He grunts and pulls it out in frustration.

“Don’t-“ You try and stop him but he’s already groaning again. “I’m getting Jake—“

“Already here.” Jake’s voice is cutting as you turn and see him striding over, rolling up his sleeves. You feel his eyes chastise you for not fetching him sooner.

“He just woke up.”

Jake ignores you and immediately checks Troy’s vitals. Even though he looks like crap Troy smirks at his big brother.

“Did I have you worried?”

Jake’s expression is grim, “You always have me worried, little brother.”

“That I do Jakey. That I do.”

You watch as Jake does his work, moving off the bed even when Troy looks at you longingly. Jake grumbles under his breath, you can’t hear him but Troy chuckles at whatever he says.

“Can I do anything?”

Jake gives you a dark look.

“You can stay right there, so I know where you are.”

Your heart drops. Did he know where you'd gone last night?

You look down at your feet hoping Troy wasn’t able to pick up on the tension, but of course he could sense your anxiety growing by the second.

“What is it?” He asks, gently at first. When you don’t answer he turns to Jake, practically barking at him. “What happened?”

Jake shakes his head.

“Doesn’t matter. You’re on leave from your duties until further notice.”

Troy somehow manages to go an even paler shade of pale.

“What? The hell I am—!”

“Dad’s orders.” Jake snaps back.

You watch the brothers argue, shifting awkwardly on the spot with nothing to do or distract you until you speak up uncertainly.

“It’s just until he heals, right?”

Jake’s expression says it all and Troy’s eyes go dark. “Where is he? Where’s Dad? I can talk to him—“

Jake pressed a hand to Troy’s shoulder and pushes him back on the bed when Troy tries to get up. You move forward to put a reassuring hand on Troy’s arm as you look at Jake in confusion.

“Why would Jeremiah do that?”

Jake’s eyes snap to yours and you can see what he is thinking, can see his surprise that you’d even need to ask after Troy had gone off on a group of survivors who hadn't provoked them. You look away, ashamed slightly. You’d forgotten that what you and Troy might see as necessities for survival - no matter how brutal - still crossed the line for some people.

Thankfully Troy seemed too agitated to sense your feelings about the situation as he was trying to get off the bed again, knocking everything askew as his limbs flailed with an uncharacteristic lack of coordination.

“Troy! Please, settle down!” You handle him much more gently than Jake who looks like he is tempted to knock Troy unconscious again.

“He can’t do this!” Troy snaps. “The Militia is mine! He can’t take it away from me!”

Jake curses and slams Troy back on the bed. You jump back, surprised by Jake’s aggression as he gets in Troy’s face. “Of course he can! After what you pulled! Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

You stare at Jake, realising you were missing something here. Troy merely stares at his big brother for a moment before his mouth curls in a snarl.

“There he is. Jeremiah Junior. You’re more like dad than you want people to see.”

You frown at that, sensing the tension building between them. Feeling something in Troy… something mixed in with his anger and resentment.

Sadness?

Pain?

You press a hand on Jake’s shoulder, your eyes set.

“Let me see to Troy. Go get some air.”

You knew he didn’t have to obey you. You had no authority and you were just a scrap of a thing yourself, barely recovered from almost dying of malnutrition and exposure. But Jake scoffed and stormed away, the flap to the tent whipping out dramatically around him. You look down at Troy.

“You wanna tell me what that was about.”

Troy grunts and relaxes slightly, his body still exuding tension.

“Just… brother stuff.”

“You can’t lie to me,” you sit down beside him again and gently boop his nose. “I can feel it.”

Troy raises an eyebrow, calling your bluff.

“Ok so maybe not exactly. But I can tell there’s something you’re hiding…”

Troy looks away from you, his expression difficult to read and his emotions even more so. It was like trying to grab hold of something in a wind tunnel, one feeling after the other flying around you. You couldn’t get a grip on what was going on. And yet all that betrayed his inner turmoil was the tension of his mouth and the narrowing of his eyes. You lean down and kiss his cheek, gently.

“Let me go and get a fresh bandage for your head. Then we can talk.”

Troy’s hand snaps out an grabs your own. Your left hand. His eyes travel up your arm and to your face as his thumb gently strokes your ring finger.

“You didn’t answer.” Troy says quietly.

You hesitate.

“I didn’t know if you meant it…”

Troy’s eyes fix on you and you feel your chest expand with emotion, all consuming, needy, desperate and wanting…

Troy’s feelings.

“I never say something I don’t mean.”

He tells you this as he tugs you closer. You lean over him, confused by his sudden change in mood. He’d gone from angrily cursing his father to… this. Looking at you like you were the last sip of water in the desert.

“I… Troy, is it something you really want?”

His eyes are glued on yours and you can tell he is also picking through your emotions. You chew your lip, hoping he won’t be offended by your reluctance. Your doubts. Because they weren’t about him. Not at all…

“What are you afraid of?” Troy asks as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

You take a long breath as you try and figure out how to answer.

“I just never thought marriage really mattered… especially with a soulmate. I’m already yours, right? And you’re mine?” You try not to think about Nick. About the confusing feeling in your heart and gut that you were desperately trying to suppress.

Troy regards you curiously for a moment and you focus on your feelings for him. The sense of safety and belonging he gives you. He seems to relax.

“You are. And I am.”

You smile.

“I’m not saying no… just… it doesn’t mean more to me than just being with you as we are. But if marriage is something you want, that you need… then I’ll say yes. Always yes, Troy.”

His face breaks into a smile you’d never seen on him before.

“You will?”

You could laugh at the sudden boyishness about him.

“Yes Troy. I will… or I do. Whatever it is people say now.”

You’re pulled down to kiss him, trying not to fall against him in his injured state but Troy doesn’t seem to care. He’s all wild tongue and teeth and hands in your hair, holding on tight as you try to keep from passing out from lack of air. Eventually he relents and you’re able to sit up, head spinning slightly.

“Whoa…”

He sniggers at your reaction.

“Still got it, even half-dead.”

You slap his chest playfully.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” Troy’s expression softens as he looks at you, all flustered and pink cheeked now. “You’re beautiful, have I told you that before?”

You feel your cheeks colour, “You're concussed.”

Troy’s lips are a wonky smile.

"Yeah, but I'm right."

You shake your head and sigh.

"I am not arguing with an invalid."

Troy makes a face.

"Don't call me that. You might as well say I'm impotent."

You feel your cheeks flush, knowing he just doesn't like being injured and feeling like he wasn't useful. Troy seems to catch your embarrassment and his lips twitch.

"Something on your mind?"

You make sure to keep your expression blank when you reply.

"Of course not. Not at all. Why?"

"No reason. Except I can feel what your thinking."

You curse the bond you share for a moment before you remember what you had learned about your connection through The Pull.

"Troy... you know that this thing we share isn't... normal. Right?"

Troy watches you for a moment before shrugging.

"So?"

You look at him with surprise as he settled himself more comfortably on the bed, looking tired again.

"You knew?"

"I think we should talk about this later. Not here. Not now."

You nod.

"Okay..." You watch as Troy closes his eyes. "Are you in pain? Shall I get you something?"

He nods slowly, a hand reaching out for you. When you take it he tugs you toward him gently.

"Just... stay with me for a while."

You settle on the edge of the bed beside him as he lays with his eyes closed. After a few moments you start to softly run your hands through the curls on his head, pausing when he makes a noise in his throat. One eye opens and he smirks.

"Don't stop."

You smile back.

"Only because you're hurt. Don't expect me to be so nice all the time."

Troy chuckles as he tilts he head toward you more.

"Noted. I'll milk this moment for all its worth then. Do I get a sponge bath too?"

You're glad his eyes are closed as you feel your cheeks heat up. You tug his hair slightly harder as a warning for him not to get too cheeky. Troy grins.

"I like that."

Oh Jesus.

"Just.. get some rest."

"Yes, ma'am."

You sigh and continue to run your fingers through his hair until you're sure he's asleep. When he's breathing deeply you pause, looking around and listening for approaching footsteps. When you hear nothing you lean forward and rest your cheek on his chest, closing your own eyes and listening to the steady beat of his heart. The sound brings you comfort, a sense of calm. You close your eyes. This was where you belonged, no matter what was going on with Nick and The Pull. It must have been a fluke. A rare mistake somehow.

Troy was your soulmate.

This was home.

Right?

[liliax-angel]

Wrote a Nick x reader fic

I’m not the most amazing writer so feel free to leave feedback :)

[blvckqwz]

“do I look like your girlfriend?”

[ficnation]

🌹 GIVE IT TO ME NOOWWWWWWW 😘

YASSSS THANK U SO MUCH 💖💖💖

As you flip through the many channels on the TV, passing news after news, you get startled by the sound of someone’s footsteps growing closer and louder. The remote falls from your grasp and the batteries scatter around the floor, one of them rolls underneath the couch.

“Shit,” you curse through clenched teeth, almost spilling the whiskey over your satin dress.

You glance toward the archway but there’s no one there.

~ Children of Violence (Troy Otto x Reader, Nick Clark x Reader)

[e-m-christina]

REQUESTING INFO

I will write for any genre (fluff, smut, angst etc). You can request anything from one-shots, series, headcanon’s and imagines. Please only request x reader or character x character (no OC’s).

Also, I will write for characters who are not on this list, if they are played by an actor/actress of the listed characters below. Please add some detail to your request, it makes it easier for me to write if I know roughly what you want. Have fun!

MASTERLIST

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Rory Culkin Characters (any)

FEAR & THE WALKING DEAD

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Daryl Dixon 

Merle Dixon

Carl Grimes

Troy Otto

Nick Clark

Michonne Grimes

Enid Rhee

Glenn Rhee

Carol Peletier

Maggie Rhee

Alicia Clark

Chris Manawa

Alden

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson (and other Joseph roles)

Steve Harrington

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley

001/Peter/Vecna

VIKINGS

Ivar Lothbrok

Ragnar Lothbrok

Hvitserk Lothbrok

Ubbe Lothbrok

Bjorn Ironside

Harald Finehair

Alfred The Great

Athelstan

MARAUDERS

Sirius Black (Marauders Era)

James Potter (Marauders Era)

Remus Lupin (Marauders Era)

Regulus Black (Marauders Era)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Marauders Era)

Peter Pettigrew (Marauders Era)

THE LEGEND OF ZELDA

Link

Dark Link

Vaati

HOBBIT/LORD OF THE RINGS

Frodo Baggins

Bilbo Baggins

Legolas Greenleaf

Thranduil

Kili Durin

Thorin Oakensheild

Aragorn

BOONDOCK SAINTS:

Murphy MacManus

Connor MacManus

THE WITCHER

Gerald of Rivia

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Jaskier

Eskel

OTHER FANDOMS:

(You can request any character from these fandoms and I may consider writing them, but please be aware that there is no guarantee that I will).

American Horror Story

Game Of Thrones

Breaking Bad

Pirates of The Caribbean

[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.

[s1ater]

past lives, part one. nick clark x named!reader

summary 📣: in which reader doesn’t remember anything about her life before it all went down besides her name and nick attempts to make her feel better but ends up bringing himself down

warning/s 🚫: mentions of drugs, smoking, and i think some swearing...

slater’s note 🗯: i actually gave the reader a name, which is Gaia and that’s only because it will pull through in future chapters, but it’s still from the you pov. also someone help me figure out the formatting of writing for this shit 😵

“hey, you got another one of those?”

the boy with tangled hair sat on a box against the back of one of the buildings in your camp. he squinted up at you, the cigarette pinned inbetween his fingers.

you squinted back at him but then your eyes adjusted to the sunlight shinning over his grimmed up face of blood and dirt.

he glanced down at the cancer stick before looking back up at you, “uh, this is my last one,” he mumbled, “but here.”

he reaches up to you, handing the bad habit off. you didn’t smoke, at least it wasn’t a norm for you and you had only done it a couple of times when you were on a vacation, having met someone your age who did.

you allowed the toxins to swallow the air in your throat as you inhaled, your head tilting back wanting it to seem like you felt a level of satisfaction but you choked, hacking and coughing.

it had been awhile.

he smiled an open mouth smirk, looking up at you in amusement, “awh, an amuture,” he joked, extending his arm back up as you handed him back the stick.

you fall into a coughing fit as he begins to smoke again, watching you with a blank stare as well as amusement intertwined in his pupils.

your eyes water, you swallow, and turned to face him. the boy with tangled hair dropped what was the last of his cigarette, twisting his shoe on the burning material.

“what’s your name?”

you had seen the boy with tangled hair around the camp multiple times but you didn’t ever figure out his name, despite being growing friends with his sister, alicia.

she never talked about him, and when she did she only referred to him as “my brother”. you could see the admiration she had for him in her eyes despite her saying multiple times that he was crazy.

“nick,” he looked up to you, his chapped lips pursed, reaching his hand up to you, you took it.

“you’re friends with alicia right?” he asked, after shaking his rough hand with yours, “have that weird space name?”

you lightly scoff, “yeah.”

“Gaia?”

“yeah.”

“what does it mean?”

“what?”

“your name,” he gestures to yourself, “it has to mean something, they always do.”

he motions for you to sit next to him after awhile as the silence takes over. you try to think, try to remember the meaning of your name, but you couldn’t, it was tightly packed away with the rest of your life from before.

“i don’t remember,” you mumble after taking a seat next to him on the concrete, he moves the box he was sitting on aside, sitting next to you.

“oh,” he bites his lip thinking, his eyes gliding across the concrete back and forth quickly before his eyes light up, coming to a realization, “that’s right, the accident you were in-“

“yeah,” you say, cutting him off just as quickly as he connected it all together.

your name wasn’t the only thing alicia had told him about you. she wouldn’t shut up about all the things she learned about you and how it was nice to finally have a friend that was her age.

madison was happy to hear, nick couldn’t care less till he realized you were who you were.

you were the girl that got in that crash with your parents, not only causing glass to shatter but as well as your memories. everything from your childhood to even your name.

for the longest time you were just... girl, gal, buddy, or whatever the people of the camp pleased to call you, but never your name. nothing ever struck a match, lit a candle, or caused a realization of light as to clue you onto whatever your parents had gracefully gifted you.

well that was until you had tripped and smacked your head against the ground.

gaia.

only gaia and nothing else because whatever was left of you was gone. not only in the world, but in your mind. even if you wanted to fantasize about the past, your past, you couldn’t. it was just all gone. you went blank.

“hey,” he whispered, “there’s nothing worth rememberin’ anyways, it was all a waste. everything that lead up to now is just a waste.”

you would respectfully disagree. he still remembers everything about his life. he remembers the good, the bad, and everything that made him, him.

you were a nobody, at least he was somebody.

“it’s easier to not remember,” he mumbled, “i mean it’s easier on oneself not to know who they are or what they did...”

“you’re smarter than that,” you mumbled, glancing at him, “you know none of that is true.”

“yeah, well, i’m just trying to make you feel better.”

you look at him fully now only to see a small sympathetic smile on his face.

even though there were enough times in nick’s past he wished he could forget, they were what made him himself, those bad things had caused him to learn and grow and shape into the person he was right then and there sitting before you.

but sometimes it was nice to forget, maybe that was what was so appealing to the drugs in the first place.

it was nice to forget.

[grimesgirll]

brokejaw ranch

[sombrashe]

NASCAR racers Nick and Troy with you as their favorite trophy draped around their arms for every interview. Your small smile and infatuated eyes cause their chests to puff out and their confidence to soar as they speak with your pretty hands gripping their trophy

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Don’t say go.

Chapter 18.

Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content, violence, non-graphic description/implications of SA, child abuse and domestic violence. References to addiction. Unhealthy love/obsession/relationships. Soulmate AU. Eventual smut. Love Triangle!

It’s dark by the time you feel the strength of The Pull reaching its peak, and you know what that means. You look around into the darkness. In the wastes there isn’t much besides stretches of empty barren land and mountains in the distance. You know you’re not yet at your destination which can only mean one thing; the boy with the flag was headed toward you too.

You see twin lights in the distance. A car headed toward you. Eventually you stop in the middle of the road and just wait. The lights get closer until they shine on your windscreen and you both sit, unmoving, just waiting for the other to make the first move.

You cut the truck’s engine and step out.

The boy does the same. The light of your vehicles illuminate the night just enough that you can make each other out in the darkness.

The boy steps forward enough so that he is thrown into view and you can see the warm brown of his eyes, his features which are so different from Troy’s, softer but still strong.

You hesitate. Your gun is tucked in the back of your jeans and your fingers twitch.

The boy speaks.

“Hi… I’m Nick.”

You don’t say anything, you just keep watching until he clears his throat as if a little unsure of himself.

“You came alone?” he asks.

You could have kicked yourself. Coming alone had been a risk but now that he was here, in the middle of nowhere, and no one knew where you’d gone, you realised how vulnerable you’d left yourself.

“For now,” you answered him flatly. At least if you were vague about whether you had people with you it might make him have second thoughts if he was planning anything…

The boy waits a beat before trying again.

“I guess you felt it too then…”

You don’t want to say the words out loud so you simply nod your head. The boy, Nick, continues.

“I thought I was going crazy at first. I never thought I’d find my… find you. Feel it, you know?”

You frown at this. Everyone worries they’ll never find their soulmate but something in his voice captures your attention. It’s less that he’s worried about the odds and more… something you can’t quite distinguish.

“Why?” you ask.

Nick hesitated before shrugging a little.

“That’s a… it doesn’t matter. What matters now is that I found you. It feels… weird. Don’t you think?”

Perhaps if you hadn’t already had the experience with Troy you would agree. But you didn’t want him to know that Troy was your soulmate and so you don’t answer his question.

“Look I came here to warn you. Some of the people from my community are coming back tonight to finish what they started. You need to tell your people to run.”

Nick frowns at this information.

“We agreed to a truce-“

You shake your head in annoyance. You don’t want to explain all this. You want him to just listen to your warning and leave so you can forget about whatever this mistake is between you both and go home, go back to Troy.

“They’re acting of their own accord. Some of the men have certain… loyalties. This isn’t about protecting their home, it’s about revenge.”

Nick is watching you closely now and you don’t like the way his eyes are roaming over you. You freeze. You wonder if he can feel your emotions just like you can with Troy. You reach out in the same way you do with Troy and try to find Nick, to feel what he feels… there’s nothing. Just the regular sense of The Pull.

“You’re warning me because of this feeling between us? You came looking for me because of it.”

You shake your head growing more frustrated as all you want to do is head back before Mike and the others see you out here.

“I don’t have time to explain myself. You have to get your people and go far away from here. Don’t come back.”

Nick’s eyes widen as he realises you have no intention of staying with him.

“But… you have to come with me. When I left earlier, after I saw you, it felt like my heart was being-“

“It doesn’t matter.” You say quickly, all too familiar with that pain. “I can’t come. I won’t go with you. But I don’t want you to die either so, please, leave.”

Nick is staring at you incredulously.

“I can’t do that.”

You actually growl from your frustration with him.

“Why!?”

“Because,” Nick says as he steps closer. You take a large step away from him. You can’t risk him getting too close, having him touch you. You don’t know what will happen.

“I just found you. I can’t walk away!” he continues.

“Then run! Drive! Fucking skip for all I care! If you stay, you die. Not that I care-“

“That’s a lie.” Nick cuts you off quickly. “Soulmates need each other. Hearts literally break when they lose one another. So why… why are you denying this?”

You swallow nervously and look at the truck. You could just get back in and drive away, but what if he follows? You have a feeling he would. He seems the type. Reckless and stubborn.

“I… it’s complicated.”

You say, and you hate how pathetic that sounds.

“‘It’s Complicated’ used to be a Facebook status.” Nick quips. “Tell me the truth. Why run from me?”

“I’m not!”

“Then what are you running from!? Or… wait… what are you going back to?”

You clench your jaw as Nick slowly starts to put the pieces together in his head.

“You have someone-“

“No.”

“A boyfriend? Fiancé?”

“No! No one!”

“Your home then, your community. You’re worried this would cause a problem. Conflict? But maybe it could help solve the bad blood between us! Two soulmates who find each other on opposites sides-“

“This isn’t bloody Romeo and Juliet, Nick!”

He grins and it makes you want to slap the beautiful smile off his face.

“You’re hardly Juliet sweetheart.”

You snarl, your anger beginning to erupt. Why won’t he just listen! Why make this so complicated!

“Whatever! Just get in your car and drive away Romeo!”

Nick laughs and it’s almost like he’s enjoying this.

“Oh the universe is truly a bitch. I didn’t think I’d find my soulmate because I didn’t deserve one. But maybe I do. It’s ironic that she would hate me, a poetic kind of punishment I guess…”

Your expression eases but doesn’t soften as you listen to him ramble. Hate? You didn’t hate him…

“Why would you be punished?” you ask, your senses on alert in case this was the part where he confesses to being a serial killer or something.

Nick shrugs again.

“If you got to know me, you’d understand.”

You shake your head again with a weary sigh.

“You don’t listen do you.”

Nick steps forward again and this time the light moves so he’s back in the shadows with you.

“I could… but you’d need to actually tell me something for me to hear it. Something besides “run away” because that isn’t happening.”

You swear at him and he smirks.

“We don’t have time. Your people will be killed.”

Nick rubs his hand over the back of his neck and it finally seems to dawn on him, he has other responsibilities. Other people to protect.

“When are your people attacking?”

“They’re leaving the ranch around midnight, so probably by the early hours of the morning. Before sunrise though.”

“Element of surprise, cover of darkness. They’re smart.”

“And well armed. So will you listen to me now?”

Nick stares at you for a few seconds and you almost believe he’d let his people risk being slaughtered instead of going back to warn them.

“Fine.”

You blink at him.

“Fine?”

“That’s what I said. I’ll go back. I’ll warn them.”

“And you’ll run? You can’t fight back, it’ll be a bloodbath.”

“Look I can’t promise anything… we have some stubborn members of our group and they might not take the truce being broken well-“

“The truce isn’t broken. It’s just a small group-“

“Still breaking the truce. Still disobeying your leader, right?”

You bite your tongue. Jeremiah wasn’t their “leader” officially but he was as good as.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess. So what? You’ll go back and they’ll try to defend themselves?”

Nick shrugs again.

“If they think it’s more beneficial than running.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I’m getting a damn headache.”

For some reason this amuses Nick.

“Head rub?”

Your look at him is deadly and he sniggers.

“Joking. Lighten up. Look, I’ll go back and do what I can to stop anymore death. But I can’t promise anything. We lost people. The guy who was in charge came at us like a demon. We didn’t stand a chance…”

Your stomach twists as Nick talks about Troy.

“You want revenge?”

Nick’s expression blanks out and you recognise the perfectly controlled mask on his face. You’d used it yourself before.

“Me? No. But there are those who do.”

“Then convince them their lives aren’t worth it. Tonight is not their night to die. Please… no more death.”

Your voice breaks as you finish your sentence and Nick tilts his head at you. You look away, hating that you’d let some vulnerability slip through.

“Who’d you lose?”

You take a slow breath and shake your head.

“Doesn’t matter. Just… do what you can. And if you can’t save them… save yourself at least.”

Nick looks like he wants to say more. He looks pained.

“Can I… see you again?”

It’s almost laughable. Like a schoolboy asking out his crush. You place your hand on the door of the truck and grip it tight as you give him a firm “no” and turn away before you can see the look on his face.

You slide into your truck and slam the door, locking it before turning in the engine. This was for the best. You didn’t know what else to do. There had been some mistake and maybe Nick had another soulmate out there somewhere too? You hoped so… you didn’t want him to be in pain.

You hear a tap at the window and you look over to see Nick still standing there, motioning for you to wind it down. You do, only a few inches so you can hear him speak.

Nick pauses as he looks you over before speaking.

“It’s him, isn’t it.”

You frown and Nick elaborates.

“The guy who attacked us. The one who was hurt. He’s why you won’t stay with me.”

You feel your stomach drop. Your hands clench on the wheel as you grit your teeth.

“His name is Troy.”

“Troy…” Nick repeats and you hear the sadness and disappointment in his voice. “Well, you must love him a lot to choose him over your soulmate.”

You avoid his eyes still and stare straight ahead until the light from his car burns your eyes.

Nick continues.

“… I hope he makes it, for your sake. And… I want you to know it wasn’t me. I didn’t hurt him.”

You nod, not that it would have mattered. As much as you loved Troy you could understand he’d made a choice that led to his own injuries. Even if he’d done it to protect you… you hated that the blood that had been spilt was on your hands too now.

“I have to go,” you say emptily and put the truck into reverse.

Nick steps back just in time to save his foot being run over as you reverse and turn, glancing back to see his shadow in the headlights as you drive back home. Back to Troy. Back to where your heart felt complete as you tried to ignore how it felt as if you’d just left a piece of it in the darkness behind you…

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the real star crossed lovers

[amyrose051]

Fear The Walking Dead Masterlist!

Nick Clark-

Troy Otto-

Dating Troy Otto would include...

Lazy Mornings.

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Cataclysm; Masterlist

She had expected to do many things with her life...being on the run with her ex-boyfriend as they’re hunted by the dead wasn’t one of them. They’re desperately searching for a place of safety, from the deep blue of the ocean to the sands of Mexico, and she doesn’t have the heart to say what they’re all thinking.

No place is safe anymore...except, that’s not entirely true, is it?

His eyes are shockingly blue, that’s what she notices when she sits across from him. He says he can be her salvation, her ticket to a place where the dead don’t dare to cross, and where life is almost reminiscent of normal. He holds many a secret, however, and she can’t help but wonder how such darkness could touch a boy with so much light. 

When the time comes, there’s little choice except to follow; but the road to Broke Jaw Ranch is paved with blood and ruin, and one too many heartbreak to bear. She almost has to wonder; was any of it worth it? 

Fandom: Fear The Walking Dead Rating: Mature/Explicit Pairing: Troy Otto x OC x Nick Clark, Troy Otto x OC, Nick Clark x OC Warnings: Language/Cursing, Adult Themes/Situations, Dystopian Themes, Apocalyptic Themes, Graphic Material, Fighting/Violence/Murder, Slight Gore/Blood, Character Death (Minor/Major), Emotional Stress/Anxiety/Trauma, Possible Mentions of Depression/Angst, Physical Trauma, Drinking/Possible Drug Usage (Please Party Responsibly!), Smut/Sexual Themes and Situations (Seriously. Sex. Everywhere.) *Individual Trigger Warnings/NSFW Warnings will be noted on each chapter. Note: This was partially inspired by certain aspects of my short piece, Sway, and things that I wish could’ve gone into it. Plus, the feedback from Sway and enjoyment for some Troy Otto related was surprisingly enthusiastic, so here we go! Updates: If you want tagged for posting(s) or updates about Cataclysm, comment on this post, or inbox me!

Cataclysm; Parts/Chapters (Coming Soon)

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“ Please listen to me, Troy is dangerous y/n! Stay away from him, I beg you.”

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