#boondock saints fanfic

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

How did I miss this???

my darling dear [1]

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[ boondock saints : murphy + fem!oc ] Before they were the Saints, the MacManus brothers worked at a Boston bar for a bit. And Murphy learned what it meant to really fall in love, fast. ⚠ warnings: strong language and typical MacManus mouth, alcohol consumption, poorly written flirting, high sugar content, typical MacManus teasing A/N: Sort of a prequel to Staring Down the Sun and set pre-canon, this is the story Murphy starts to tell Elena about his first love. This will only be a mini-series, maybe around 3 chapters, because I want to keep it short and sweet. Enjoy! 🩵 ♫ music inspiration: "The Dirty Glass" by Dropkick Murphys (very loosely) / "Always Be My Baby" by Mariah Carey

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Connor pours the rest of the whiskey into the glass, spinning the empty bottle in his hand before setting it on the bar. He watches Murphy intently, his blue eyes reflecting back to his twin brother. “Yer a God damn fool,” he says flatly, his palms pressed shoulder-width apart against the polished wood. “Ye know that, yeah?”

Murphy lifts the glass, tossing back the Jameson down his throat with a sly smirk. “Lord’s name, my dear brother,” he scolds lightly as he slides the empty glass back to Connor. 

“There’s a reason Mikey didn’t want ye working the bar. Now scram before he catches ye!” the light-haired MacManus brother warns in a low voice, removing the evidence of Murphy sneaking in a free drink at the start of their Friday night shift. 

Working in an American pub took some getting used to, especially the whole tip system. Didn’t seem right that they couldn’t count on a decent pay outright, that their income would fluctuate depending on the feelings and perceptions of their customers. But, naturally, the boys worked the ol’ MacManus charm on everyone, especially the ladies. Now that paid off.

“Seriously, Murph, fuck off,” Connor urges gently. “Go see what those lasses are up to in that corner booth.”

“Aye, probably a bachelorette party or somethin’.” Murphy adjusts the black apron around his waist and slides a pencil behind his ear as he approaches the gaggle of women. “Hey there. Name’s Murphy and I’ll be taking care of ye this evening. What can I get ye lovely lasses to drink?”

The women all collectively giggle and grin and nudge each other as he looks at each one of their blushing faces. The blonde woman trapped in the middle of the booth is wearing a tiara and a pink sash across her strappy purple dress. Definitely a bachelorette party. And that always meant trouble for Murphy…good trouble. 

He licks his lips as he jots down each typical 20-something-year-old female’s drink request, smiling at all the complicated orders he’s about to throw at Connor. Serves him right for being so responsible. 

And then his eyes fall on the brunette sitting on the far right. Her long, dark lashes flutter as she flicks her bright, azure eyes towards him. “What are you drinking, Murphy?”

His cheeks blush, embarrassed to admit she’s caught him off guard. That never happens. “Ah, that would be a bit of Irish. Jameson, to be exact.”

A flirty smile curls on the woman’s lips, “Naturally.” The other girls giggle and nudge each other some more, all of their eyes darting between Murphy and their brunette friend as she adds, “I’ll have a Jameson and ginger ale.”

Murphy grins like an idiot. “Aye. Will that be all, then, ladies?” The giggling grows as they all nod and voice their appreciation. 

His gaze falls on the brunette again, and she flips her hair, revealing her bare shoulder, contrasting with her sleek, black strapless dress. “Thank you, Murphy,” she says in a low, seductive voice.

Oh…he’s definitely in trouble.

He can’t help the smirk that crawls across his face as he approaches the bar again. And Connor rolls his eyes before he can even hand off the drink orders. He plucks the paper, narrowing his glare at the sly look on Murphy’s face. “A God damn fool, Murph,” he says so matter-of-factly. 

But Murphy doesn’t care because tonight is bound to be a good night. “Ye know, Conn, one of those lasses might have eyes for yerself as well.”

The very thought makes Connor blush, but he shakes his head as he shakes up a martini. “Then send her this way if that’s the case. Can’t exactly leave the bar unattended now, can I?” 

As Connor finishes making the long list of cocktails, Murphy looks back over his shoulder, catching the eyes of that brunette again. His heart beats a little faster, and that rush of attraction washes over him. He can’t pull his attention away from her, not even as she turns back to her girlfriends, until a bar towel smacks the side of his face.

Murphy snaps his head back around, ready to leap over the bar and tackle his dumbass brother, but Connor wags his tattooed finger at him with a smug smile. “Your public awaits, my dear brother.”

“Fucker,” Murphy utters as he carries the drinks on a tray back to the corner booth, silently noting to himself to give Connor a proper beatdown later. 

He hands each lovely woman their cocktail, saving the brunette’s order for last. As he offers to start a tab for the group, the brunette raises her hand, quickly swallowing the first sip of her drink. “I’ll get it,” she announces wistfully, reaching into her clutch to pull out her credit card. “Put it under Darcy.”

Murphy mirrors her smile as he takes the plastic from her. “Darcy, it is.”

Absolutely fucking definitely in trouble.

Connor shakes his head as he sets the credit card and the first-round list next to the cash register. “We’re splitting the tip, yeah?”

Murphy reaches over the bar, grabbing a glass and the soda gun to fill it up with some coke—something Mikey can’t and won’t get upset about. “Not unless ye want a split lip later,” he teases, chuckling as Connor glares at him. “Fuck’s sake, ye know I’m kidding.”

“Murph…” Connor starts, foreshadowing another cautious reminder, but Murphy doesn’t give him a chance as he’s summoned back to the bachelorette party.  

The blonde on the opposite side of the bride-to-be waves him over. “Who’s your friend over there behind the bar?” She points in Connor’s direction, and Murphy laughs instantly. 

He sees Connor’s eyes widen, then turns back to the woman. “Yer in luck, lass. That there is my brother, Connor.”

“Shut up!” Her eyes light up with glee as the other women gasp with delight. “So he’s Irish too?”

“Lisa! You idiot!” Darcy playfully rags. “Of course he is!”

“Why don’t you go give him a right hello then? Ever the shy one, that Connor!” Murphy narrows his eyes mischievously toward his brother. Connor presses his lips together but quickly smiles politely as the blonde approaches him at the bar. 

He turns back to the ladies, clasping his hands together while surveying the status of their cocktails. “Are some of ye ready for some refills?” 

Three women hand him their empty glasses, and then Darcy slides out of the booth, offering to help Murphy. “This way, I can check on Lisa and make sure she’s not devouring your brother over there,” she adds with a smile. “She’s a sucker for accents.”

Murphy grins. “And yer not, lass?”

Darcy scoffs, fighting the glowing smile that will give her away instantly. “A bit, yeah.” Murphy blushes, but then Darcy adds nonchalantly, “Like, I love the way James Bond speaks. So suave, so sophisticated, so…”

“English?” Murphy interjects as if personally offended. “Seriously?” 

Darcy hums thoughtfully, stirring her drink. “Well, yeah. I mean, have you ever heard an Irishman order a martini? It’s just not the same.”

He gapes at her, utterly betrayed. But as Darcy’s smile morphs into a mischievous grin, Murphy blushes even more. He just might have met his match in this lovely young woman. 

“Well, then,” he starts as they approach the bar. “We’ll see about that.” 

Connor wipes his hands on a bar towel, briefly widening his eyes in Murphy’s direction as Lisa goes on about God-knows-what. Murphy and Darcy share a giggle, breaking Lisa’s attention and allowing Connor to come over to them. Murphy stands up straight, adjusts his shirt collar with one hand, and clears his throat while feigning the most serious facial expression. “Martini. Shaken, not stirred,” he orders confidently, refusing to break, even when Darcy giggles more. 

“Fucking Christ,” Connor mumbles as he rolls his eyes, snatching Murphy’s notepad from his grasp. 

Only then does Murphy finally break into a smile, and he turns back to Darcy. “How’s that for sophistication?” 

Darcy laughs but then twists her mouth deep in thought. “Come to think of it…Sean Connery’s accent was the best, and he was…Scottish, yeah?”

Connor huffs out a quick laugh as he preps the next round of drinks, grinning while Murphy’s face falls back into defeat. Darcy takes a couple of drinks from Connor, winks at Murphy, and makes her way back to the booth with Lisa in tow. 

Before Murphy can follow with the remaining drinks, Connor claps a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t take it personally, my dear brother. Man’s a fucking legend, even if he is a fucking Scot.”

Inhaling, Murphy watches Darcy from across the room. Something about the way she laughs and tucks her hair behind her ear gets to him, and he tries to shake it off, afraid of this unexpected feeling. 

Connor notices and leans in, muttering low enough for only his brother to hear, “Careful now, Murph.” 

Of course, Murphy brushes off the statement with another trademark scoff. He grabs the remaining drinks and heads back to the booth. But there’s a slight shift in his posture as he walks toward the girls, toward Darcy—suddenly unafraid of that unexpected feeling. 

The night moves on, with the girls slowly descending into inebriation as they laugh and share stories with each other and the boys. As a few of them drag the bride-to-be out of the booth to dance when “Always Be My Baby” by Mariah Carey starts playing, Murphy looks around, wondering where Darcy is, until his eyes fall on her, standing casually by the jukebox. A sly smirk crawls up her face when she notices him, and he can’t fight the magnetic pull drawing him over to her. 

“This yer doing?” he asks into her ear, gesturing at her friends having the time of their lives singing along to the pop song. 

“Of course. I do know what I’m doing, Murphy,” she states self-assuredly. “Plus, I figured if they’re dancing, it’ll give you a break from waiting on us.”

He blushes, smiling and moving his tongue into his cheek as he stumbles over how to respond. “I don’t mind, lass. Been a real treat serving ye lovely lot tonight,” he finally admits. A grin spreads across Darcy’s buzzed face, and Murphy fights every urge in his veins to not just lean down and kiss her right there. 

Not to mention, he’s not sure if he’s been reading her signals correctly all night. Could be she’s just being polite, flirting a bit more than usual, thanks to her liquid courage. A beautiful girl like this? Surely, she has a boyfriend anyway.

Murphy watches the girls all wave their drunken goodbyes, still singing as they clumsily make their way out the door. Watching Darcy in particular, he mentally kicks himself for not getting her number, at least before she leaves. 

Suddenly, Darcy runs back in, rushing up to Murphy, grabbing him by the shirt, and kissing him. He’s caught off guard, naturally, but he breathes her in, and it’s everything. But it doesn’t last long. She pulls back, breathless but baring a determined smile, as she hands him a cocktail napkin with seven digits written under her name. And with that, she bolts back out the door, her walnut-colored hair defying gravity as she moves.

Murphy just stands there, holding the cocktail napkin with both hands and staring out the door as Darcy disappears into a cab. “Holy shit,” he finally exhales. 

Connor snatches the napkin, and Murphy instantly swings at his brother, fearing that his one and only chance to get this girl will be destroyed out of spite. But Connor ducks out of the way of Murphy’s arm, raising a hand in defense. “Fucking calm down. I’m writing it down again before ye lose it, eejit,” he explains, clearly copying down the number on a notepad before handing the napkin back to Murphy. 

Not often that Murphy doesn’t have some choice words for his brother, and usually, when that happens, it’s because Connor’s right. He doesn’t need to say “thank you” out loud, knowing Connor can read it on his face like always. 

“Yer in trouble, Murph. I hope ye know that,” Connor warns with care. 

All Murphy can do is smile, still tasting Darcy on his lips as he stares at her name on that cocktail napkin.

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[dixonsdarkelf]

A Little Snooping Never Hurt Anyone: Murphy MacManus & Fem!Reader

Summary: Bedroom activities with your boyfriend never ceased to leave you fully satiated, but tonight was different. And only later is it revealed what exactly had gotten into him.

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Genre: Fluff, suggestive, implied smut

Word count: 878

Warnings: MDNI, implied smut (like we don't see any of the action but they were clearly fucking), implication of unprotected p in v & creampie (I do not endorse this, y'all know better), swearing

A/N: This was inspired by this post from the lovely @negansbestie 🤍 I hope you enjoy this angel. Consider it a belated birthday gift 🖤 And thank you to my favorite second set of eyes, @dixons-sunshine, as always 🖤

The door crashes against the wall, the sound of those rusty hinges reverberating through the small apartment. His lips had already collided into yours before you’d even approached his apartment, his kisses tender but needy, every cell in his body already tingling at the thought of feeling you in the most intimate way.

Barely in the doorframe, his hand finds your waist, pressing you against the wall and boxing you in. His other hand trailed to your leg, lifting it slightly to hook around his. You could feel his hardness against your thigh, dangerously close to your core. The heat radiating off of him, but especially from between his legs, was searing, suffocating almost.

His lips traveled down your jaw slowly, almost achingly so, eventually finding the sweet spot on your neck. He kissed, licked, sucked gently—teasing you, testing your patience. Which you had none of today.

“Fuck, Murph.” Your head falls back to allow him easier access, your fingers digging into his shoulders as if it was the only thing keeping you upright. Your moans sent shivers down his spine, every little reaction your body had to his touch traveling straight to his cock.

“Ye make the sweetest sounds, lass,” he groaned against your neck, resisting the urge to grind against you. He wanted to take it slow with you. He always did. Tonight, though, would be just a little bit different.

He pulled your leg up further, his hand sliding down to pull your other one up and encouraging you to wrap them around his waist. He captured your lips again, ensuring he had a firm grip on you before pulling you away from the wall and carrying you over to bed.

That was some time ago. Half an hour, 45 minutes, you couldn’t be sure, nor did you care.

And now here you were, strung-out and spent, the mattress springs squeaking as your partner adjusted himself next to you. He slipped on that infamous grey robe before lying back, pulling the blanket over himself and cuddling closer to you. You smiled up at him, the dazed, cock-drunk look in your eyes making him chuckle.

“Ye good, lass?” he inquired. He brushed some hair from your face, admiring you as you lay there on your back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” you sighed, your stupefied expression carrying into your voice. Sex with Murphy always left you satisfied after, but today? You’d never felt pleasure like that. Never felt him like that. He was gentle with you, of course, but there was an unfamiliar voracity in his thrusts, an earth-shattering hunger as he bucked and emptied himself into you. “Holy shit.”

“That a good “holy shit?”” he teased, a chuckle escaping him once again.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, those deep pools of blue pulling you toward him like a siren song. “Are you kidding me? My legs are still twitching.” Rolling over onto your side, you propped your head up with your hand, resting on your elbow. “That was incredible. I’ve never seen you like that before.” You paused for a brief moment, a beat just long enough to contemplate asking the question that’d been on your mind. “You were wild, babe. What got into you?”

A faint blush appeared on his cheeks, quickly creeping down his neck. “Saw yer texts the other day,” he confessed, sounding ashamed as his eyes fell to the bed, “left yer phone open when ye were in the shower.”

Your ears perked up at his statement, and despite your best efforts, you could feel them beginning to redden against your will. “And what exactly did you see?”

“A message of ye tellin’ ye friend, and I quote, “I want him to hit it like a drawer that won’t close.”” His voice had grown softer, timid, like he was a little bashful to be uttering such words. Though after what he just did, the notion seemed silly—getting flustered after giving you a life-changing orgasm.

The heat gathering in your cheeks was like fire, burning you from the inside out. The embarrassment flooding your system was suffocating, your breath catching in your chest as you gasped. Your hand instinctively shoots out from under the blanket to swat his chest. “What the hell, Murph, you little sneak! You snooped?”

“Don’t know if it technically classifies as snoopin’, Y/N,” he shrugged, “never touched it. Only saw what was open. Ye know I’d never do it intentionally.” He snaked his arm around you, pulling you flush against his chest and kissing your forehead. “And I don’t know why ye lookin’ so embarrassed. Seein’ ye lose yourself, watchin’ how ye reacted because of a little something I could do…gonna go stir-crazy if I keep thinkin’ about it.”

You giggled softly at his praises, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “I just never expected you to see it. But I’ll admit, the way you were tonight was something else.”

“Guess a little snoopin’ never hurt anyone,” he teased, his other hand sliding down your lower back to bring your whole body closer to him. “Especially not in this case.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. A hint of laughter laced your words, bringing matching smiles to both of your faces. “In this case, I guess it doesn’t.”

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[crossbows-and-moonshine]

I've been thinking about this blog lately.

It was a huge part of my life even though I'm not in the fandom anymore. I wrote for years, contributed a lot to the fandom, made some great friends and had a good time.

Now, years later and no longer really interested in TWD, this blog is just full of cobwebs.

I've considered deleting it several times, wondering what the point in keeping it is. But then everytime I think about it, I still get notes from things I posted years ago.

I considered it again today. I figured since all my work is on AO3 that it didn't really matter anyway, but I was getting notes all day and it made me reconsider.

The thing that's bothered me most is that a couple of years ago, Tumblr fucked all of my work up. So many fics have zero formatting which makes them horrific to read and makes new readers think I'm incapable of writing (I'm not lmao). Other fics have the text entirely deleted and I have no idea why or how. It's bothered me so much that it's fueled the thought of just deleting this blog so many times.

I've decided to try and fix the formatting on my work. I'm just gonna try and redo it all and the ones completely missing I'll copy from AO3.

The thing is, I did try to fix the formatting as soon as I noticed it had gone wonky years ago and it didn't work. So I guess I'll leave it up to fate.

If I can fix it and make it readable then I'll keep the blog, if not I'll probably get rid of it soon.

[fandomsaremykryponite]

May I ask you some questions about your writing process for your Boondock Saints, The Walking Dead crossover? I’m curious how you approached something that you knew was going to be a long huge story that would take forever to write. Did you plot everything out from the beginning to end? And do you schedule yourself to write a goal each day?

Hi @livingdeadblondequeen

Thanks for the ask! I really like this one.

Tbh, I don’t think I have a real writing process. When I first came up with my fic series, it was really just for fun bc I thought it would be interesting to imagine how things would be affected if the Saints were in TWD. Then, I decided to write my own series and it just exploded from there. It’s kinda the same thing with all my stories (that I’m still working on before I post). Adding my OC was basically me jumping in to the story as well bc why shouldn’t I have fun in all this? Lol.

As for the plot as a whole, it’s kind’ve a mix between plotting everything out and winging it. I did download a timeline app on my iPad specifically to track major stuff through the series as a whole. Specifically figuring out exactly how long each season lasted (timeline wise, not the show’s runtime). Like how long from the virus’s initial outbreak to when Rick was left behind in the hospital, where would all my characters go, who died when and where (and maybe how if the idea comes to me). Since as many of you have probably already read, there are several characters that I’ve kept alive who (at the point of my series) should already be dead. For a few of them, they’re still going to die, but I wanted to give them, I guess, better deaths?? It’s hard to explain as it’s been a while since I’ve actually looked at my story timeline.

Though, I’m gonna go back and make a bunch of new ones later one that follow the rest of the series that I haven’t gotten to yet. Hell, I still don’t entirely know how to finish off the last season. I know what I want, but I need to watch the last season to really see how it ended before I figure out how to work my way there. Though, that probably won’t be until much later. I’m still on season 4 of TWD, which isn’t new information since that’s where I’ve been since I first finished writing season 3 (part 6 which is currently being posted) like almost 2 years ago I wanna say??

If you’re interested in what stories I’m writing, I think I actually wrote it all out in a post long time ago. However, I have made additional stories that I’d like to post one day. Though, it won’t be until I’ve written up to certain points for each story. I like having a bunch already written out so that I have breathing room before I need to write more in case I let myself get caught up writing other stuff (like I am now lol).

As for your last question… I don’t really set a schedule. I just write when I wanna write whenever I can write (which was a lot of times now that I think about it). I don’t set a goal either. I don’t like adding unnecessary pressure that I don’t need. I write because I had a fun story idea that I wanted to make. I share my story online because I thought that there might be others who would enjoy it. And there had been bc I’ve been receiving nothing but love since I first started posting and have always appreciated the support and adored the comments that readers would leave in AO3.

Thanks again for the ask! I really enjoyed this one. If you have any other questions, please feel free to reach out! I love chatting with you all!

Thank you for reading my fic series this far. I hope you continue to enjoy reading my fic series as I have been writing them.

[phoenixblack89]

Chapter 10 - The Secrets We Keep

Well its certainly been a hot minute since I posted a chapter. If ya follow me ten ya know that a unexpected, but otherwise welcome, pregnancy has taken up much of the past year. That whole shebang was very stressful which could b a whole episode of some soap opera with how certain members of my family went on about how I'd end up with post natal depression again and wouldn't cope with 2 kids etc. this person basically can go to hell...

Anyway that's taken up a lot of my energy and as ya can imagine i haven't had time to write or even read anything but I am finally in a place where I have the time, creativity and energy to write again and am already working on the next chapter of this so please keep ya eyes peeled.

As always - page breaker is by the awesome @firefly-graphics

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WARNINGS: Shane being a gaint tit, typical TWD gore, character death, foul language

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Phoenix made her way to the camp fire as her stomach growled loudly. She knitted her eyebrows together in confusion as she saw Maggie shaking her head at Glenn from the porch of the farmhouse. She turned quickly to look his face as he received a nod from Dale. Glenn stood and walked to the centre of camp before he cleared his throat as everyone sat, gaining their attention. 

"Erm.. Guys. So... Barn's full of walkers." His voice quivered out.

"Ya know how to fucking ruin the day before it's begun don't ya Glenn." She scoffed as everyone slowly stared at the Asian man in shock, as he shuffled nervously from foot to foot. 

The group rushed towards the barn where Glenn said the walkers were. Growls and snarls could be faintly heard as the group gathered around the barn. Shane being curious, peered through the gaps in the slats into the dark building then startled back as one growled and lunged towards the smell of fresh meat. The walkers crashed against the door, making the chain rattle as the group took a step back in fright.

"You cannot tell me you're all right with this." He stated, shaking his head and pointing at the barn. 

"No, I'm not, but we're guests here. This isn't our land." Rick counted in his soft southern tones. 

"This is our lives!" Shane spat at his friend in anger. 

"Lower your voice." Glenn hissed as the doors gave another shake. 

"We can't just sweep this under the rug." Andrea sighed with a disappointing tone to her voice. 

"I would hate to agree with blondie but... We can't stay with walkers under 100 feet away." Phoenix huffed, pointing at the barn before shrugging. 

"It ain't right. Not remotely." T-Dog input quietly. 

"Okay, we've either got to go in there, we've got to make things right or we've just got to go. Now we have been talking about Fort Benning for a long time."

"We can't go." Rick snapped at his friend. 

"Why, Rick? Why?" 

"Because my daughter is still out there." Carol said breathily, giving Shane a look of disgust at such a suggestion. 

"Okay. Okay, I think it's time that we all start to just consider the other possibility." Shane laughed a little with a strange look in his eyes as he stared down the smaller woman. 

"We're not leaving Sophia behind!"

"I'm close to finding this girl. I just found her damn doll two days ago!" Daryl growled out, getting angrier by the second as the loud mouth former police man spoke. 

"You found her doll, Daryl. That's what you did. You found a doll." The man scoffed. 

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"I'm just saying what needs to be said. You get a good lead, it's in the first 48 hours." He half whispered to his former colleague, making sure that everyone else could still hear him. 

"Shane, stop."

"Ye being a dickhead Walsh." Phoenix growled, her hand going to her knife in anger. 

"Let me tell you something else, man. If she was alive out there and saw you coming all methed out with your buck knife and geek ears around your neck, she would run in the other direction!" Shane snarled into Daryl's face with a look of sheer disgust on his face. Daryl shoved at Shane as his anger got the better of him, causing the group to begin to yell at each other.

"Back off!"

"Keep your hands off me."  Shane hissed at Lori.

"Now just let me talk to Hershell. Let me figure it out." Rick yelled, trying to defuse the situation before it became a fist fight. 

"What are you gonna figure out?!" Shane spat, gesturing to the barn in question. 

"If we're gonna stay, if we're gonna clear this barn, I have to talk him into it. This is his land."

"Hershell sees those things in there as people... Sick people... His wife, his stepson." Dale spoke quietly, trying to get everyone to calm down. 

"You knew?" Rick gasped at the eldest group member.

"Yesterday I talked to Hershell." Dale said calmly, glancing at the group.

"And you waited the night?"

"I thought we could survive one more night. We did. I was waiting till this morning to say something. But Glenn wanted to be the one." The older man reasoned quietly as Shane glared at him in shocked anger. 

"The man is crazy, Rick, if Hershell thinks those things are alive or no -"

Phoenix scoffed at the noisy group before she walked around the side of the barn and looked up at the ladder. 

A Hayloft?

She glanced back at the rest of the arguing group and made her mind up and picked the torch lying in the grass up before her feet and hands pulled her quickly upwards. The smell made her gag slightly as she nearer the edge of the loft and looked downwards. The groaning mass turned their attention to her, broken and bloodied hands reaching upwards. She flicked on the torch she had grabbed and spun it over the creatures. 

"Oh shit." She gulped as she tried to do a head count. There was more than she expected there to be. How had they all gotten in here without people noticing?

Suddenly the beam of light landed on a smaller figure and her heart stopped.

"God no..." 

She turned and scrambled out of the hayloft and away from the barn as quickly as she could. As she reached camp, she leaned against a tree with her good hand and threw up all she'd eaten the last few hours. Her stomach feeling twisted and her heart completely shattered. 

It had to be her eyes playing tricks. It couldn't be her! It couldn't! Daryl had just found her doll two days ago! She wasn't in the fucking barn! She was simply lost out in the woods. 

No one noticed her throwing up or the tears streaming down her face. She fell to her knees gripping her hair tightly as she sobbed. Her rosaries fell from her shirt and she clutched them tightly in her fist. 

T-Dog was the first to notice the girl, who seemed to be in some distress. He nodded to Daryl and pointed to her. Daryl frowned and shrugged, he still felt guilty and was avoiding her. The most contact between them being when he had dragged her to Hershell. He shook his head at T-Dog and made his way to the house. 

Carl stood and frowned in confusion at Phoenix as she slowly stood. 

"What's wrong with you?" He asked curiously. She glanced down at him and walked away. Her hands itched, she needed to end the poor child's suffering for her mother's sake and the group's. It would destroy Hershell's trust in the group but to hell with that. Living with walkers less than 100 feet of them.

That wasn't going to fly. 

"Maggie. Hey, Maggie, just talk to me. Hey. Maggie." Glenn panted as he rushed after the girl, who finally paused and turned towards him. 

"Give me your hat." She held her hand out to him. "You said talk to you, I'm talking to you - Give me your hat." Maggie said quietly as Glenn handed her his hat before taking one of the eggs in the basket and placing it into the hat. Glenn looked puzzled for a moment before Maggie forcibly pushed the egg filled hat onto his ebony locks, the broken egg running down his face. 

"Why would you waste an egg like that?" He gasped flicking egg off his forehead. 

"I think it was rotten." Maggie snapped as she walked away. 

"Egg is good for ya hair Glenn. At least you'll have the best hair around here for a while." Phoenix chuckled as she glanced over her shoulder, continuing her way towards the farmhouse before spotting Carol sneaking around near the stables and heading, out of sheer curiosity, in that direction instead. 

"You can't!"  Phoenix heard Carol call out as she peered round the stable door.

"I'm fine." Daryl puffed out as he lifted a saddle down off the rack. 

"Hershell said you need to heal." 

"Yeah, I don't care." 

"Well, I do. Phoenix does too." Daryl's eyes flicked to the red head at the stable door before focusing back on the saddle. "Rick's going out later to follow the trail."

"Yeah well, I ain't gonna sit around and do nothing. Besides Rick can't track for shit." 

"Seriously Dixon?! You that pig headed that ye can't see ye need t' heal!? Ye really think I'd let Rick go out without me?" Phoenix snapped, her accent changing to a slight Irish lilt, as she entered fully, standing behind Carol and giving him a look. 

"Now ya talkin' t'me? Huh?" He spat in her direction before scoffing. "Mind ya own fucking business!" 

"No, you're gonna go out there and get yourself hurt even worse! We don't know if we're gonna find her, Daryl." Daryl paused and glanced at the grey-haired woman in shock. He couldn't believe he was hearing this from her mouth. "We don't. I don't."

"What?" 

"Carol....." Phoenix breathed in disbelief before glancing at Daryl. 

"Can't lose you too." 

Daryl threw the saddle in anger before clutching his side groaning. Carol rushed to his side and reached out to help but was brushed off.  "Are you all right?" 

"Just leave me be. Stupid bitch." He growled harshly as he limped away. Phoenix wrapped her arm around Carol's shoulders and smiled weakly. 

"He's just sore and upset Carol like a bear with a hangover. Just ignore him." 

"I know. Just wish he understood...." Carol said quietly, slipping out of the embrace and leaving the Brit to stand in the empty stable with her thoughts. 

"Come on in."

"A little light reading for lunch?" Rick asked, glancing at the bible beside the vet's plate. 

"Been working so hard lately I get my study in where I can." Hershell sighed, placing a bookmark into the holy book before gently setting it down on the table beside his plate.

"You know we can help you out with your work." 

"It's my field to tend." Hershell said quietly.

"We found the barn."

"Leave it be." Hershell said, his eyes not leaving the page. 

"Well, I'd like to talk about it, but either way... your barn, your farm, your say." 

"I don't want to talk about the barn. I don't want to debate." The man said finally looking up at Rick. 

"Not a debate, a discussion." Rick reasoned quietly. 

"I need you and your group gone by the end of the week."

Rick sighed heavily. 

"I talked to Dale. You and I have our differences with the way we look at the walkers. Those people, they may be dead, they may be alive. But my people, us, we are alive right now, right here, right in front of you. You send us out there and that could change."

"I've given you safe harbor. My conscience is clear."

"This farm..." Rick pleaded as he sat down. "This farm is special. You've been shielded from what's been going on out there. Dale said you saw everything happen on the news. Well, it's been... It's been a long time since the cameras stopped rolling." Hershell stood and walked away and Rick rushed after him to continue his plea. 

"The first time I saw a walker it was just half a body snapping at me from the ground. My inclination wasn't to kill it. But what the world is out there isn't what you saw on TV. It is much much worse and it changes you. Either into one of them or something a lot less than the person you were. Please do not... do not send us out there again."

"My wife's pregnant."

Hershell turned away from the window to look at Rick in shock. "That's either a gift here or a death sentence out there. If we were to stay we could help you with the work, with securing this place. We can survive together." 

"Rick, I'm telling you we can't."

"You think about what you're doing."

"I've thought about it." Hershell yelled. 

"Think about it."

"I've thought about it."

"Think about it again. We can't go out there." Rick said as he left the building. Hershell glanced up at Maggie, who turned away from her father. 

"He's right ya know." Phoenix sighed, stepping round the doorframe. 

"Miss Black. What do I owe the pleasure?" Hershell said quietly, standing and entering the kitchen. Phoenix followed slowly and looked at the old vet in quiet confusion.  "Ah... The same as Rick no doubt."

"There's a great deal of shit I've done in the past. You and I both know it. But this...." She scoffed, following as the man left the building. "Why keep it secret? Ya could've told us from the get go" 

"We all keep secrets do we not? You have yours.... You have them to keep you safe... From your group... from Rick and Shane...  I did the same."

"Mr Greene we ain't gonna go in there guns akimbo! This is your land and we'd of respected your decision." She spoke quietly, figuring that yelling would do no good. 

"Not all of you..." The girl nodded and sighed. "You are a woman of faith. I believe those people are sick and that God will deliver them into health again. Have you lost your faith? Do you not have any hope left at seeing the men you wish again?" 

"Faith is a fragile thing these days..."

"My offer still stands, regardless of whether your group finds out your secret. This isn't up for discussion anymore. This is my land. Its been in my family for generations."

"Mr Greene.... There are dead men walking in your barn. And one way or another...  This fucking shit is gonna end real badly."

"The same will happen if your group find out your secret. I'm asking you not to act so I don't have to Amelia..." Hershell said quietly, raising himself to his full height and staring the girl down. 

"If that is a threat, think about your decision sir. Some things need to stay in the dark..." She said quietly before turning away. 

"And some find glory in the light." Hershell said after her, returning to his work. Phoenix bowed her head and walked off slowly towards camp.

Neither noticed a figure step out of the shadows and fold their arms, shocked and a little confused about what they had just heard. 

"You're a complete bastard ya know that right?" 

Daryl glanced up at the feisty girl in front of him and scoffed. "Don't ignore me arsehole. I'll put ya on ya back and beat some sense into ya." 

"Yea, like to see ya try. Better yet, fuck off away from me." He growled deeply, his eyes daring her to even lay a single finger on him.

"Dixon.... What you said to Carol was outta line! When someone is loosing hope like that... You're supposed to make them find it again. Not blow up at them and hurt yaself!" 

"She's given up... Ain't nothin' gonna change her mind now." He sighed defeatedly. Phoenix crouched down in front of him and lifted his chin to look at her, ignoring his flinch. She smiled sadly at him before nodding slightly. 

"Then maybe... Its up to you to find something to give her that hope again. Anything to give her that little glimmer of light in the dark." Her eyes flicked down at the dried flower near his feet before patting his knee and walking away.

Daryl stood and sighed, watching as she walked towards Beth, who nodded eagerly at her. 

"Go get your cap. I'll wash it for you, okay?" Maggie said as she pulled dales hat off his head. 

"Do you know what's going on?" T-Dog asked as he walked up to the porch. 

"Where is everyone?" Andrea questioned as she walked beside T-Dog. 

"You haven't seen Rick?" Glenn asked the pair. 

"He went off with Hershel. We were supposed to leave a couple hours ago." Andrea replied softly. 

"Yeah you were. What the hell?" Daryl said as he and Carol joined the group around the farm house stoop.

"Rick told us he was going out." Carol puffed quietly, slightly out of breath from trying to keep up with Daryl's long strides. 

"Dammit. Ain't anybody taking this seriously? We got us a damn trail." Daryl snapped, waving his arm in the direction of where he'd found the doll a few days ago. "Oh, here we go."

Daryl walked up to Shane as the man walked towards the collective members of the group with the gun bat slung over his right shoulder. "What's all this?" 

"You with me, man?" Shane asked, holding out a shot gun to the redneck. "Phoenix?" 

"Yeah." Daryl replied, glancing at the Brit as she takes a gun out from the waistband of her pants and twirling it around her finger, as he took the offered shotgun. Shane nodded before turning to the rest of the group. 

"Ya had that all this time?" Daryl asked, cocking his head at the girl, who smirks in reply. 

"Time to grow up. You already got yours?" Shane said to Andrea over his shoulder as he passed by her. 

"Yeah." She said back quickly "Where's Dale?"

"He's on his way." 

"Thought we couldn't carry." T-Dog said confused as a handgun was placed into his palm. 

"We can and we have to. Look, it was one thing sitting around here picking daisies when we thought this place was supposed to be safe. But now we know it ain't." Shane said pacing in front of the stunned group before turning to Glenn. "How about you, man? You gonna protect yours?" Glenn glanced at Maggie before taking the shotgun from Shane.

"That's it. Can you shoot?" Shane questioned the elder farmer's daughter. 

"Can you stop? You do this, you hand out these gun, my dad will make you leave tonight." Maggie snapped, glaring at the angry man. 

"We have to stay, Shane." Carl spoke up as he walked towards his angry uncle. 

"What is this?" Lori queried as she exited the house and stomped towards the group. 

"We ain't going anywhere, okay? Now look, Hershell, he's just gotta understand. Okay? He... Well, he's gonna have to. Now we need to find Sophia. Am I right?" Shane whispered as he kneeled down in front of Carl.

"Huh? Now I want you to take this. You take it, Carl, and you keep your mother safe. You do whatever it takes. You know how. Go on, take the gun and do it." 

Lori pushed Carl behind her quickly and snarled down at the man for daring to drag her son into the madness. 

"Rick said no guns. This is not your call. This is not your decision to make."

"Oh shit." T-Dog exclaimed, his gaze drawn to the edge of the forest and the sight of Jimmy taunting a walker being controlled by a leash. The group all turned and gasped. 

"What is that? What is that?" Shane panted as he took off running towards the trio with walkers on poles got closer to the barn. 

"Shane!" Lori yelled after him as she and the rest of the group followed him. 

"What the hell are you doing?" He yelled bursting though the rusted gate. 

"Shane, just back off." Rick yelled as he corralled the walker he was controlling away from Jimmy. 

"Why do your people have guns?" Hershell snapped, his glare going to the Brit, who lowered her guns and slipped them back into their place. 

"Are you kidding me? You see? You see what they're holding onto?" Shane gestured towards the walkers in disgust. 

"I see who I'm holding onto." Hershell stated, his face a stony mask.

"No, man, you don't." Shane growled angrily, dodging the walkers outreaching fingers as Jimmy ducked away from the others. 

"Shane, just let us do this and then we can talk." 

"What you want to talk about, Rick? These things ain't sick! They're not people! They're dead! Ain't gonna feel nothing for them 'cause all they do, they kill! These things right here, they're the things that killed Amy. They killed Otis! They're gonna kill all of us!"

"Shane, shut up!" Rick yelled over the growls and hisses. 

"Hey, Hershell man, let me ask you something." He asked as he pulled his gun from his waistband and checked the chamber. "Could a living breathing person, could they walk away from this?" Shane hissed before shooting the walker in the stomach. Phoenix flinched at the noise and glanced at the rattling chain as Shane pumped 3 shots into the chest of the walker. 

"No! Stop it!" Rick snapped as he grit his teeth. 

"That's three rounds in the chest! Could someone who's alive, could they just take that?! Why is it still coming?" The angry man shot again and again.

"That's its heart, its lungs. Why is it still coming?" Shane shot another round from his clip into the walker. 

"Shane, enough."

"Yeah, you're right, man. That is enough." Shane took the final shot and ended the walker, Hershell dropped the leash and paled. "Enough risking our lives for a little girl who's gone!" Phoenix glanced away from the barn at Shane's words, causing T-Dog to give her a questioning look.

"Enough living next to a barn full of things that are trying to kill us!" 

"Enough!" Rick snarled, his grip on the catch pole sliding slightly. 

"Rick, it ain't like it was before! Now if y'all want to live, if you want to survive, you got to fight for it! I'm talking about fighting right here, right now." 

Shane smashed open the barn doors and backed off quickly as a group of the undead stumbled out. 

"Take the snare pole. Hershell, take the snare pole. Hershell, listen to me, man, please. Take it now. Hershell! Take it!"  Rick pleaded as Hershell stared at the guns pointed towards his friends and family. 

"No, Shane. Do not do this, brother."

"Wait! Don't do it!"  Glenn yelled. 

"Rick!" Lori shrieked. 

"Please!" 

Shane ignored everyone's yelling and broke the lock on the doors with a pick axe before throwing them open.

"Come on. Come on, we're out here." Shane taunted, backing away slowly from the barn doors. 

"This is not the way!" 

"Please!" Beth cried out as Patricia wrapped her arms around the girl. 

"Get behind me." Lori whispered, shoving Carl behind her and trying to shield him. 

"Come on." 

The walkers scrambled and growled towards the group.  Phoenix bowed her head as Daryl gave her a glance before raising his gun and taking aim. Tears fell silently down her cheeks as she knew what was about to happen.

Something she could have warned the group about. 

"Maggie." Glenn whispered to the young woman, who was clutching her stunned father as tears flowed down her face too. 

"It's okay."  Maggie whispered and nodded  at Glenn who raised his own shotgun. 

"Stay back!" Rick yelled over the shots as Lori pulled Carl to the ground and hugged him tightly.  

The group panted as the barn doors slowly creaked and a lone figure appeared, blinking at the sudden change in lighting. 

"Sophia?" Carol sobbed, rushing towards the barn to her daughter before Daryl grabbed hold of her around the waist as she collapsed to the ground. "Sophia! Oh no. Sophia. Sophia. No!" 

Lori grabbed onto Carl and pulled him tighter against her as her heart broke for the other mother of the group. Carl sobbed as he stared at his friend's corpse stumbled towards the group. Rick pulled his gun out slowly and aimed at the little girl's head. Silence over took the land as a single shit was heard. 

"Don't watch." Daryl whispered to Carol as she sobbed. 

"Sophia!" Carol wailed as Phoenix turned and ran before her body had even hit the ground. 

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HELLOY BITCHES!!!

It's Friday and you know what that means!!! New chapter!!!

And not just any chapter!! It's the first chapter to part 6!! That's right, ladies and germs!!!

We've finally reached season 3!!

Oh what will you all read in this series?! Howuch different will it be from the show?! Who knows?!

Guess you'll have to read to find out!!

Enjoy!!

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[livingdeadblondequeen]

Hi there, I was just wondering if you were still writing? if you are, what are you writing?

Hello!

Yes, I am still writing. I am just slower than a turtle walking through peanut butter. I have a handful of WIPs, mostly Daryl/Reader but I am attempting to write a Boondock Saints fic with Murphy/Connor/Reader that was requested by an anon.

Hopefully, I can post these sometime soon.

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+ You can call me Murda

+ I’m older than 20, younger than 50

+ I am a DV and SA survivor

+ I use writing as an outlet

+ I have a plethora of mental health issues

+ I have ranidaphobia

+ I am socially awkward

+ I am vertically challenged

+ I absolutely adore Norman Reedus

+ Daryl Dixon is my comfort character

+ Caryl is my OTP

+ Eric Northman is my imaginary boyfriend

+ My best friend is a three-legged Boxer

+ My soulmate is a 35lb pit bull mix

+ My favorite color is midnight blue

+ I am a notorious people pleaser

+ I want to make millions of friends

+ I don’t want to interact with any of said friends

+ I am ridiculously forgetful

+ I am an unintentional pen thief

+ Spiders can go back to hell where they belong

+ I thought pickles grew on trees until my 20’s

+ I get overwhelmed quite easily

+ I mostly write character x reader

+ I do have an OC but she will rarely be used

+ The only character x character I write is Caryl

+ I do write mature themes

+ I have no control over your choice to read

+ I do have a list of things I won’t write

+ I only accept requests once in a while

[ffsjustletmesleep]

iiiii want some muuuurphhyyyyy smut pleeeaaaasssseeee... idk i had a weird dream where he was literally killing someone (ok several ppl but they just spawned lol) and then we made out while he was literally covered in blood and all? wouuuuuuld you be up for that???

A/N: Hiii this was so fun to write sorry it took so long I’ve been so busy!! I hope you like it <3

Murphy MacManus x Reader

Word Count: 460

Warnings: Mentions of blood and violence, making out?

Murphy and you had been going out for quite a while now, you went over to the brothers place every now and then, though they stayed over at your place most nights, sleeping over on the couch and eating all your food. Right now you were supposed to be on a date with him… but the two of you ended up getting into some trouble on the way to the pub.

A gunshot rang out through the street of the alley as Murphy shot the last guy, putting his gun away with a deep breath before looking over at you. “Are ya okay, Lass? , they didn’t hurt’ ya or notin’ did they?” He asked as he held your hands in his.

Your eyes were wide and your mind was running through every thought about the situation, but you couldn’t say anything right away, stuck staring at the way he looked as the blood from those men trickled down his face and his coat, slowly drying as the cold air whisped around them.

“I’m alright, Murph, but what about you? You were the one fighting...” You asked as you reached up to cup his face, the blood getting on your hands, but you couldn’t care less, looking up at him concerned.

He let out a small laugh and nodded, putting his hands on your waist and bringing you close. “I’m alright, Lass, you tink a few men can bring me down now, aye?’” He smiled, leaning down and brushing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss.

As he kissed you, you could taste the metallic taste of the blood on his lips, wrapping your arms around him and leaning into him as you deepened the kiss. He pushed you up against the wall lightly in the alley and squeezed your hips.

His tongue brushed against your lips before pushing into your mouth, groaning softly as yours met his and moved together, before you pulled away from the kiss, panting softly. “We’re gonna be late now; we gotta go back and get you in the shower, Murph!” You giggled.

He chuckled and pressed one last kiss to your lips before pulling away. “I am a bit of a mess, dont’cha tink?” He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and started pulling you out of the alley. “Connor’s gonna have a field day with this one...” you sighed softly as the two of you headed back to his place to get cleaned up.

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[ boondock saints : murphy + fem!reader ] fluffy february : prompt 15 ⚠ warnings: none really, established relationship, canon-adjacent-ish, high sugar content A/N: This is more like it. Sorry for all the angst, guys. Also, this prompt obviously made me think of Daryl, too. And no I'm not knocking out more just to catch up. Hope you like it! 💗

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“Close yer eyes.” You do as Murphy instructs, but slightly open one eye to peek at him. “No peeking!” He says with a laugh, quickly turning around and taking your wrists to move your hands over your eyes.

“Okay, okay, fine,” you oblige, wondering what he could possibly be concocting for you. After a long day at work, you’re honestly not really in the mood for a big surprise, but you love your idiot Irish boyfriend, and if he’s excited about something, then it’s all good. 

“Alright, open ‘em, lass.” You feel your cheeks blush before you pull your hands down; doesn’t matter how many times he calls you that, the way he says it makes you melt every single time. 

You open your eyes to find him standing directly before you, holding a small blue box wrapped with a white ribbon. Immediately, you know it’s jewelry, just from what you’ve seen in the movies and not from actual experience. And logic has you ruling out a very serious piece of jewelry that would be much too soon to even be a thought in your relationship. Plus, the size of the box is too wide and too shallow for that jewelry. 

Murphy’s entire face smiles, the blue of the box matching the color of his beautiful eyes. “Go ahead, yeah. Open it!” he encourages, handing the box to you as your nerves spark up the back of your neck.

You finally oblige, taking the box, carefully undoing the white ribbon, and lifting the lid. The box reveals a simple silver necklace with an arrow charm linked horizontally in the middle of the thin chain. You smile because it’s so beautiful, but you are also confused about why he would do this and what the occasion could possibly be.

“Just because I love ye,” Murphy affirms as if he’s reading your mind. He’s gotten pretty good at that, actually.

“It’s beautiful, babe. Thank you.” You look up and flash your famous grin at him, the kind that makes his knees weak. 

He breaks into a proper grin himself and reaches into the box with his tattooed hand to gently pull out the necklace. “Here, let’s put it on ye.”

His fairly large fingers struggle a bit to open the tiny clasp, but he finally does, and you twist your hair up off your neck as he reaches around. You love that feeling when he’s close to you, touching you, and it makes you genuinely forget your troubles from the day. 

“So there is a significance here,” he starts to explain.

“You mean, like, why an arrow?”

“Aye. It signifies direction, force, movement, and power. When it’s pointed to the left, it wards off evil. But pointing it to the right shows protection.”

You hum, smiling more and chuckling a little because that’s the most Murphy-like reason for his jewelry selection. All the times have you heard him and his brother remind each other that they’re “destroying all that which is evil, so that which is good shall flourish.” 

Your curiosity piques, making you want to strain to see which direction he’s placed the arrow against your clavicle. But you choose not to move, not to break the contact of his fingers grazing the back of your neck. “So which way is it pointing?”

Murphy grunts a soft laugh. “To the right. Because I’ll always protect ye.” He says it with such a soft yet direct assurance that makes you swoon. You let your hair down when his hands move down your shoulders, gently spinning you around so he can see how it looks, breathing out his reaction, “Beautiful.”

You gently touch the arrow sitting at the base of your neck, feeling the silver against your skin, and you pull at the waistband of Murphy’s jeans with your other hand. You press into him, and he dips his head down to reach your lips, kissing you soft and slow. “It’s lovely, Murph,” you whisper against his mouth. “Thank you.”

He presses his forehead to yours with a deep breath. “I mean it, love. I’ll always protect ye.”

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CONNOR! As a new dad! Ahhhh! I love this so much! "Like what you see?" He so would say that with a baby in his arms...(oh those arms).

Thank you for sharing, love! This made my night. 🩵🥹

certainly makes up for what i freaking did to him in my last story 🫣

Night Breezes Seem To Whisper “I Love You” | Connor MacManus x Fem!Reader

Summary: During another late night tending to your daughter, you and Connor had a heart-to-heart. It made you realize just how much he loved you and how much he appreciated everything you did for him.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: One joke/slight allusion to sex, possibly (most likely) OOC Connor.

Word count: 909

A/N: This is my first time writing for Connor, so if this sucks, I’m so sorry. But this man has been living in my head rent-free for the last few days, and I fully blame (thank) @dixonsdarkelf for it. Also, staying true to my bio, I dad-ified him lol (also an idea given to me by @/dixonsdarkelf). Anyways, I hope this is somewhat okay!

The light of the moon trickled in through and past the curtains, followed closely by the breeze. The show that played on the television served as soft, barely audible background noise, mixed with the soft blow from the fan, and when looking on the nightstand, the clock showed the time in bright red numbers. 3:37am. It was early, way too early to be awake, but you were anyway. You had been tending to your little girl.

It all still felt so surreal. Even after a whole month since you got to hold her in your arms for the very first time, you still had those moments where you couldn’t believe that it was real. That you were a mom. That the little girl currently being rocked by your partner was yours, and his. Sure, being new parents to a newborn wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t always all sunshines and rainbows, but the good moments far outweighed the bad, and it made it all worth it.

“I can feel you starin’.”

You smiled at Connor, watching as he softly and tenderly fed and rocked your baby girl. “Don’t mind me,” you started, leaning back in the rocking chair you were sitting in. “Just admiring the view.”

Connor’s beautiful ocean-like eyes flickered up to meet yours, that radiant smile that you love gracing his beautiful features. “Like what you see?”

“Oh, I more than just like what I see. I love it.” You stood up from the chair and walked over to him, wrapping your robe tighter around yourself. You stopped next to him and leaned into his side, feeling content as Connor pressed a loving kiss to your temple, the sound of your baby’s soft coos filling the air. “How did we get so lucky?”

Connor hummed, before a playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Teachin’ you about what happens when people have unprotected sex wasn’t on my agenda tonight, but I guess I can squeeze it in.”

You let out a laugh, albeit a quiet one as to not disturb your daughter whose eyes were just beginning to droop with tiredness. “You’re a jerk.”

Connor’s grin was bright enough to light up an entire room. At least, in your opinion. “And yet ye love me.”

“Against my better judgement.” You let out a small sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. “But seriously, I still can’t believe it sometimes.”

“I know how you feel, love,” Connor voiced in agreement. “I mean, just a year ago, we were still in Boston with shitty jobs and Murph and I had a bar tab to pay. And now—”

“We live on a farm in Ireland with your dad and brother, and have a baby we get to call our own,” you finished for him with a smile.

Connor nodded, turning his head to look at you. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you. I mean, you uprooted your life for me. Moved to the middle of nowhere, gave me her…” He looked down at the now sleeping baby in his arms, the bottle that he had been feeding her with nearly empty. “Just… Thank you.”

His heartfelt confession made your chest ache in the best way possible. The decision to move here with him had not been one you made lightly. It had taken you a while to process and come to terms with the fact that Connor and Murphy had become crime fighting vigilantes. And when Connor had asked you if you would go with him, both to keep you safe from the heat that had built up because of what they did and because he didn’t want to lose you, it had taken days of contemplation and coming to accept what had happened.

Agreeing to move with him might have been one of the best decisions of your life. Now you were safe, living on a farm and had started your own family.

“You don’t have to thank me,” you told him softly. “I love you, Connor. I would move heaven and earth for you if I could.”

Connor’s heart sped up at your words. His smile grew bigger, more sincere. He felt like the luckiest guy on the planet at that moment. Sure, you had your ups and downs, but at the end of the day—as cheesy as it sounded—your love overcame all of it. Nothing would make his love for you and your family go away.

“Love you too, lass,” he replied in a soft whisper. “I love ya more than you’ll ever know.”

“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of just how much,” you murmured, leaning forward to press a soft, tender peck to his lips.

Connor hummed and pressed a kiss to your forehead when you pulled back, before turning his attention back to the sleeping baby in his arms. “Get back in bed, lass.” He nudged his nose up to the direction of the bed a few feet away. “I got ‘er.”

You made no protest against his suggestion. “Okay,” you agreed, removing yourself from his side and taking a few steps back, eyeing the crib that stood against the wall. “Hopefully the transfer goes smoothly.”

“Pray for me,” he joked, a twinkle in his eyes as he turned around and stalked towards the crib, careful not to wake the baby.

Yeah, you decided right then and there. This definitely was one of the best decisions you ever made.

[dixonsdarkelf]

New Girl in New England: Connor MacManus & Fem!Reader

Summary: This is your first winter in Boston, having recently moved there from somewhere warm, and it’s your first experience with snow. While trying to learn how to scrape the ice off your car, a certain Irishman offers his help.

Main masterlist AO3 link

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1k (this was supposed to be a drabble, but here we are lmao)

Warnings: I actually don’t think there’s any for this one!

A/N: Me, posting twice in one week? Crazy. Also, this is my first time writing for Connor! He’s really grown on me recently, and I got this idea the other day after going out into the snowy hell that is a Midwestern winter. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I’d love to keep writing with him. Also those eyes??? Are you kidding me??? Hello??? I kept the place reader moved from vague, so you can choose wherever. I hope you like it 🖤

“How do you even use this thing?” you groaned, spinning the scraper around in your hands. Your fingers trembled lightly as the bitter winter chill penetrated the material of your gloves, nipping at your skin. You’d severely underestimated how thick your hand protection should be.

This was your first New England winter, having just recently moved to Boston for work a couple of weeks prior. This was also your first go-round with snow and ice, and in trying to plan your move, you’d completely forgotten to learn how to acclimate to the weather. And now here you were—standing on the curb, your window coated in ice, with a tool in your hand that you’d never see before, let alone knew how to use.

In the throes of your frustration, you almost didn’t notice the friendly Irish accent cutting through the frosty air. “Yer new to this, aren’t ye?”

Taking your attention off your car and shaking some hair away that’d fallen in your face, you noticed a man had approached. He was tall, and even from a few feet away, you could feel he was having to look down to meet your gaze. His hair was a light brown, somewhere between pecan and hickory, and his sapphire eyes were piercing, nearly slicing right through the agitation fogging up your mind. And above all, there was his Irish accent. It was soft, easy on the ears, and quickly turning your heart into a puddle. You could listen to him talk for hours.

“Is it that obvious?” you sighed, keeping your tone light and sprinkling in a laugh, doing your best to mask your frustration, “just moved here.” You held up the tool in your hand, spinning it to show off the different angles. “Never even seen one of these before.”

“Ye need a hand?” he asked, gesturing to your car.

Under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t accept help from a stranger, a random man nonetheless. But something about his presence felt safe, warm, and comfortable. Still, you didn’t want to burden someone you didn’t know. “I can’t ask you to do that,” you protested.

He smiled at your opposition, his pearly whites on full display. His infectious grin made your heart skip a beat. “Don’t recall ye askin’,” he argued, “believe I offered.”

He was right, and you knew that. You had no idea what you were doing, and without some help, you’d likely be there all night. You exhaled deeply, your breath whirling around your head like cigarette smoke.

“You’re a saint,” you gushed, holding your ice scraper out for him to take. As he took it, you could feel the heat radiating off his touch through your gloves, and the small contact was already warming you from the inside out.

“Not a saint, lass.” You stepped back to give him room, and he began working on your windshield, first sweeping the snow off with the brush on one end of the scraper. You smiled softly, and blood rushed to your cheeks at the affectionate pet name. “Just wanted to help.”

You watched closely while he worked. He was precise, moving swiftly like it was second nature to him, like he’d done this a thousand times before. Because he probably had.

“Won’t that break the glass?” you inquired once he started using the flat end of the tool to remove the thick layer of ice on your windshield. He seemed to be using a fair amount of force, enough that you were worried about potential damage to your new ride. He chuckled, clearly amused by your naivety, the sweet sound permeating the cold like a heat wave.

“No, ye won’t break it. Ye scrape the ice off, not smack it,” the beautiful stranger explained, checking to make sure you were watching before he continued. Pulling your stunning peepers from his face was harder than you would’ve liked to admit, but you obliged.

After a couple of minutes, he handed the scraper back to you, your windshield now ice and snow-free. “There ye go. Should be good now.”

The smile you graced him with could’ve lit the entire city, and it made the Irishman’s heart flutter. “What’s your name?”

“Christ, I’m so sorry, where are my manners?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Name’s Connor. What’s yers?”

“Y/N,” you replied, resting the scraper on your car across the wipers.

“Beautiful name,” he mused. When he spoke to you, he kept his gaze respectful, his baby blues hardly leaving your face or breaking eye contact. A small laugh slipped through your lips at his honeyed words. There was a sparkle in your eye when you laughed, and oh, did he love it.

“Well thank you, Connor,” you praised, nodding to your car and shoving your hands in your pockets, “for both the compliment and helping me with this.”

“No trouble, lass,” he assured, where were ye headed?”

You groaned softly and scowled. In the chaos of trying to de-ice your car and this stunning specimen stumbling upon you, you’d forgotten all about your original plans, which now sounded more like a nightmare. “Was supposed to head the store, but I’m just gonna walk to the coffee shop down the street instead. I’ll try driving in the snow another day.”

He seemed hesitant to ask his next question, but after a moment and another half-smile from you, he did. “Want some company?”

That little smile grew into a full one, making Connor’s stomach do backflip after backflip. “Yeah. I’d like that.” Waiting for him to take the lead, you strode up next to him, playfully tapping his arm with your elbow. “Be careful though. If things go well, I might ask you to teach me how to drive in this weather.”

He met your gaze again, his expression flirty this time. His tone was sincere, and there was a hint of something else. Excitement, it seemed—almost like he was looking forward to it. “Wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

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[shadowcitrine]

~ Daryl Dixon ~ Negan Smith ~ Connor MacManus ~ Murphy MacManus ~ Boondock Saints

<*> Thanks to @enlightndone for teaching me how to Tumblr, and gently encouraging me to make the list.

[fandomsaremykryponite]

Just wondering if we will get to see another sexy MacManus shower scene but now Daryl will be participating instead of eavesdropping? I’m going to suck you dry Dixon

.......maybe.....

[themuseinthewoods]

Guidelines and Masterlist

Hello! Thank you so much for joining me on my writing journey! (I update my Masterlist every time I post a fic of some kind, except match ups as those are personal).

This is my current project: Pride plans for pride month I'm hoping to do makeup inspired by pride flags, take a look at the list and please, comment or reblog one that you think I should do!

Muse's favorite fic list is here

my only tags specific to me is:

muse writes fanfic

muse fucks around with a fandom

For best results, go to latest instead of most popular because latest shows everything I have written.

Feel free to ask for something! But please look at my general guidelines below the cut.

Feel free to like, reblog and comment on my work! Do not put it in an Ai generator. I don't care if you stalk my blog, I probably won't notice if you like everything.

My big ship is Steve x Garrett from the Minecraft movie. I call them Geave.

What I won't write/or a grey area:

I do not write requests with anything including yandere, stalker, s*xual assault or involving characters unaliving thyselves.

I don't take requests for 18+ content

Almost anything else I will do my best to write! Platonic, or romantic.

I'll do head canons, imagines, preferences, one shots, custom incorrect quotes and match ups(please ask my brain needs a project)

If I ever run out of room for links here, then I will make a Masterlist part two.

General guidelines:

For match ups, just send me the fandom from my list and a little bit about yourself! I would need basic description of your physical features (hair color and eye color), some about your personality and hobbies and whether you want a male or female character! You can request more then one fandom.

For imagines and one shots send me a character or two and a general plot or just if you want fluff or something else.(Ex: Legolas teaching reader how to use a bow.)

For headcanons and preferences send in some characters, and what you would like headcanons/preferences for. (Ex: the characters favorite hugs with their s/o or what would this character be like with reader as a sibling.)

Doesn't matter your gender/sexuality, I will try and do gender neutral readers. I can definitely to female reader and I would be willing to try and write a male reader!

My fandoms are:

To Wong Fu, thanks for everything, Julie Newmar

The Lord of the rings/The Hobbit

the Outsiders

Boondock saints

Tombstone 1993

top gun (1&2)

Troy (2004)

Star wars (the bad batch, the mandalorien, and movies 4 to 6)

Night at the Museum (1&2)

Enola Holmes

platonic!Breath of the wild/tears of the kingdom (these are legend of Zelda games)

the 13th warrior

platonic!Sherlock BBC

Princess bride

Prince of Egypt

Robin Hood: Prince of thieves

Robin Hood: men in tights

X-men

pirates of the Caribbean

some Disney

I will also write for the Iliad, the Odyssey and Greek mythology overall (yes, I am a nerd lol) and Arthurian legends and characters. And honestly, I'll try to write for anything because I love a challenge but I do reserve the right to not do one I do not think I can do.

My longer stories which on on my quotev account:

Life is like a box of chocolates- A Forrest Gump fic. What if Forrest had another friend? His younger sister, Cecelia Rose, would always be his friend. Throughout their childhood, she helped him with homework, to adult hood, when she helped him with his shrimp business. This book does deal with the sensitive topics.

The day she turned seventeen...and the aftermath- A Star Wars fic. Rhea is basically a genius. Half Arkanian, she has enough brains to take down the empire. Which is the very same reason they want her dead. After a life full of pain and loss, this time losing the one place she feels she belongs in this world, she cracks her knuckles and gets to work doing what she can to survive. But, will she thrive?

Daughter of Warriors- A Hobbit and Lord of the rings fic aka my pride and joy. Amira is a daughter, sister, student, ranger, warrior, and friend. Follow her as she learns and grows to embody all the roles that life, and sometimes Gandalf, have cast her for.

Masterlist:

Tombstone 1993

Headcanons for romantic relationships with Tombstone men

Fancy- potential Wyatt, doc, or Johnny x f!reader

Wyatt Earp

Fancy- (Wyatt Earp's ending)

Doc Holliday

Fancy- (Doc Holliday's ending)

Platonic headcanons with Doc Holliday (gn!reader)

Johnny Ringo

Fancy-(Ringo's ending)

Troy (2004)/the Iliad cause I like both

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 2

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 3

Incorrect Troy 2004 quotes 4

General headcanons:

Modern au! Men of Troy (2004) with Spanish speaking gn!reader (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris, and Odysseus)

Men of Troy (2004) doing the trend to Rhianna’s song breaking dishes except in ancient Greece (Achilles, Patroclus, Hector, Paris and Odysseus)

NSFW Headcanons for asking the man of troy if you can ride their face. Female reader.

Headcanons for cuddling with the men of Troy (2004)

The Men of Troy (2004) reacting to the reader being groped unwantedly by a strange man

Headcanons for coming out to the characters Troy (2004) (LGBTQIA+ oriented)

Headcanons for waking up with the men of Troy (2004) gn!reader (features Achilles, Hector, Paris and Odysseus)

Soldier. Poet. King. - a song fic with endings for Achilles ending Hector ending Odysseus ending

Girl's just wanna have fun-Achilles x Y/n and Hector x Muse

Achilles:

A quiet moment- Achilles x F!reader

Chance meeting- Achilles x F!reader

Sea shells by the sea shore- Achilles x gn!reader

the prequel- Captive hearts (told form Achilles pov)

the main story- Comfort in your arms- Achilles x female reader

part two- Haunted past. New beginnings.

You for you (Achilles edition) Achilles x female reader

Lament of friends Achilles x sibling!gn!reader, after Patroclus dies, his best friend is left hurt and tired of the constant war. (Angst)

Headcanons for Achilles as gn!readers older brother

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Achilles with gn!reader

Imagine giving Achilles a back rub as he talks shit about Agamemnon...

Imagine Achilles comforting you when he finds you crying...

Hector:

Wedding dance- Hector x f!reader

Headcanons for Hector as a girl dad with daughter!reader

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Hector with gn!reader

Imagine Hector comforting you after he finds you crying...

Odysseus:

Headcanons for a romantic relationship with Odysseus with gn!reader

Hands of healing Odysseus x reader fic that was requested

Patroclus:

Imagine taking care of Patroclus after he gets cut sparing with Achilles...

Briseis:

You for you (Briseis edition)

Star wars:

The Bad Batch:

Wrecker:

Imagine Wrecker trying to teach gn!reader to punch but.....

Disney:

Pixie hallow (4 to 6 fairys per request please for headcanons or preferances)

Headcanons for Tinkerbell, Silvermist, Fawn and Vidia with a platonic! female!human!reader who plays the Ocarina

Frozen:

Headcanons for Elsa and Anna having an adopted younger sibling (gn!reader)

Cinderella:

Headcanons for what if the blue fairy visit Ed Cinderella instead of the fairy godmother

Hercules:

Kiss the girl- Hercules x F!reader

Lord of the rings:

Imagine the fellowship taking care of you while your sick...

Aragorn:

Imagine Aragorn listening to your info dump about your current hyper focus and he's just happy you trust him enough to do so…

BBC Sherlock:

Imagine spending Christmas with your older brother John and his friend Sherlock.....

X-men:

Imagine wrapping Christmas presents with Professor X

Imagine Professor X and Logan taking you to a Christmas market

[ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes]

Intro post

★ Call me Lux

★ I'm female so l'Il usually write x fem!reader but I can write gender neutral

★ I’ll write for (assuming I get off my ass and write):

Daryl Dixon (and any other Norman character)

Negan Smith (and any other JDM character)

Billy Hargrove

Aemond Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Other characters if I feel like it

★ I love The Walking Dead, Supernatural, House of the Dragon and dark romance books

★ My comfort movie is the Boondock Saints

★ I have no faith in my writing abilities (so naturally I want to be an author)

★ I’ll write pretty much anything but nothing romanticising incest or rape

★ Request stuff