#troy otto fluff

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In The Eye of The Storm

[Troy Otto x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When your refusal to harm the living puts you in a life-threatening situation, you find yourself saved by the one person who embodies everything that you can’t bring yourself to become.

WC: 1446

Category: Slight Angst {Innocent!Medic!Reader, TW: Death, Hints of Assault}

My first fic of 2025!! As a New Year resolution (not really), I finally started binging FTWD after finishing all the other Walking Dead shows. It's pretty good imo. I don’t understand why it’s so hated… but then again, I’m still only on Season 3 LMAO

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The world hadn’t ended in one violent explosion but in slow, agonizing pieces. You thought the worst part would be watching people you loved turn, but the truth was darker. The living had become worse than the dead, and sometimes, you wondered how long you could keep your ideals intact before they got you killed.

You clung to the idea of doing good, of helping others, even as society crumbled around you. You had studied to be a doctor back when the world was still standing, and for now, that knowledge hadn’t gone to waste—at least not yet. It made you useful and valuable even though, in this world, kindness wasn’t enough to survive.

Nick had tried to make you see that more than once.

"You’re gonna get yourself killed, y’know," he’d said after you patched him up for the third time in as many weeks. His tone wasn’t cruel, but it carried that edge of concern he tried to hide beneath his usual cynicism. "You keep thinking people are worth saving. Not all of them are."

You hadn’t argued with him that day, but you hadn’t agreed either. How could you when the instinct to help was ingrained in you? It wasn’t about naiveté or blind hope—it was about holding onto the last thing that made you feel human. If you gave up on that, what would be left?

Still, Nick wasn’t the only one who had warned you. Even Madison, who had once praised your level head, had pulled you aside after one close call and made it clear that mercy wouldn’t keep you alive. And Troy—well, Troy never passed up an opportunity to remind you just how weak you were.

"You’re soft," he’d told you once, his voice laced with that infuriating mix of disdain and amusement. "The world’s gonna chew you up, spit you out. You know that, right?"

It had taken every ounce of self-control not to snap back at him. Troy didn’t care about you in the way Nick or Madison did. He wasn’t trying to protect you—he was observing you, picking apart your flaws like they were things he could exploit. And yet, there had been something in his tone that day, something almost curious, like he couldn’t quite understand why you were the way you were.

And now, standing here, cornered by a group of men who saw you as nothing more than easy prey, you wondered if they had all been right all along.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands gripping the knife so tightly that your knuckles turned white. But it didn’t matter how hard you held it. You couldn’t make yourself move. You couldn’t make yourself do what needed to be done.

"Look at her," one of the men sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Shaking like a leaf."

The others laughed, and the sound sent a cold shiver down your spine. You tried to steady your breathing and summon the courage to act, but your body refused to cooperate.

The scarred man at the front of the group took a step closer. "What’s the matter, sweetheart? Too scared to use that knife?"

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Every instinct you had screamed at you to run, but there was nowhere to go. You were trapped.

And that’s when you heard a calm, cold voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

The laughter stopped. All eyes turned toward the source of the sound, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

Troy stood a few yards away, his rifle slung lazily over his shoulder, his posture loose but poised, like a predator biding its time. His lips curled into a faint smirk, his pale blue eyes glinting with that dangerous, unreadable light you’d come to associate with him.

"Gentlemen," he drawled, tilting his head slightly. "This a private party, or can anyone join?"

The leader of the group—the man with the scar that came running down his jaw—snorted, clearly unimpressed. "Keep walking, man. This doesn’t concern you."

Troy’s smirk widened, his gaze flicking to you briefly. Something in his eyes made your heart race. Not out of fear, but out of a strange, twisted sense of relief.

Because you knew what Troy was capable of. You knew that these men had no idea what kind of storm they’d just walked into.

"See, that’s where you’re wrong," Troy said, his voice deceptively casual. "It kinda does concern me." He shifted the rifle off his shoulder, cradling it loosely in his hands. "She’s with me."

The scarred man’s eyes narrowed. "Bullshit."

Troy didn’t miss a beat. "Try me."

It was strange how your fear shifted from terror at the threat before you to unease at the prospect of what Troy would do. Because there was no doubt in your mind that he would kill these men, and you didn’t know if you could handle the aftermath.

The poor irony was that these… men, they didn't even recognize their own danger. You saw the way the leader of their group sized Troy up, the way the others fanned out in a flanking position. They thought they had the upper hand.

Numbers come across as intimidating in the long run, but in truth, the numbers are only as good as the skill of those wielding them.

So, from a glance, it was three men against one.

But in reality, it was three men against an unstoppable force of nature.

"Don’t." You said quietly, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Troy, don't—"

You didn’t know why you were trying to stop him. They would have killed you … or worse, without a second thought, and the fact that Troy was actually willing to stand up for you was something you weren't expecting.

And yet, a part of you couldn't stand the thought of him taking a life—even the lives of men like this. You couldn't stand the thought of blood being spilled, all for the sake of defending you.

You knew what he would say: that it was the way of the world. That it was necessary. But you couldn't bring yourself to accept that.

Troy didn't answer, didn't even look at you. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the men, his grip tightening on his rifle. That… you suppose, told you that his ears had heard, and he was choosing to ignore.

The man with the scar glanced over his shoulder, meeting his companions' gazes. They shared a silent exchange, a silent debate, and then the man turned back to face Troy, his expression darkening.

"Let's see how tough you are, pretty boy."

It took about two minutes. Maybe three.

By the end of it, the ground was soaked in blood, and the air was filled with the sharp smell of iron.

The leader of the group had been the first to fall, his skull shattered by a well-placed shot. The others hadn't lasted much longer, their bodies littered with bullets from Troy's rifle.

You'd watched it happen, too stunned to move. It had been like watching a hurricane, powerful and destructive and utterly unstoppable.

When the last man fell, Troy turned to face you, his expression inscrutable. "You're welcome."

You should have thanked him, should have acknowledged his help. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Not when you'd seen the cold, calculated look in his eyes, the way he'd relished in the violence.

So, instead, you looked at him, your voice wavering with emotion. "I didn't want this."

Troy snorted, rolling his shoulders as if to release the tension. His rifle slid back over his shoulder, the barrel still warm from the discharge.

His gaze held yours, a challenge in those pale blue eyes. After a moment, he spoke, his tone calm and clipped. "Fine." He nodded his head slightly towards the dead men. "Next time, I'll leave 'em to you."

With that, he turned and started to walk away, his strides confident and purposeful. He didn't look back, didn't seem to care if you followed.

And in that moment, you hated him. Hated him for his coldness, his ruthlessness, his refusal to see your point of view. But most of all, you hated yourself because despite everything, despite all the death and bloodshed and destruction, you were grateful.

Grateful that he'd been there.

Grateful that he'd saved your life.

And no matter how much you wanted to deny it, you knew the truth.

Troy Otto was right.

You were soft.

Weak.

And no matter how much you resisted, no matter how much you pretended, sooner or later, the world was going to swallow you whole.

And no storm could save you from that.

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Needed

PROMPT: “I've never needed anyone like I need you.”

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood/gore, nightmares, slight fluff

Wiping the blood and sweat from her face with a wet rag, Y/N looked back at herself in the mirror. Her lips pulled to the side as she tried to remember the old herself before the world fell to chaos and all shit hit the fan. She was innocent once… more innocent than now at least, 

Now, she finds joy in the feeling of wiping blood and decaying matter off of  the dagger she stole of the dead a year back. 

A figure leans on the door frame behind her, his silhouette outlining her own in the reflection. A towel flew past her side, landing in a pile on the floor with her own, both a mess of browns and reds. The figure closed the distance between them. His hands, large and calloused wrap around her middle while his chin nooks into the hollow at the side of her neck. 

The face she was making previously shifts into a grin. 

“You and the boys could have dealt with that group easily, you didn't need me.” She spoke in a hushed tone, knowing the sun was nearly risen and the neighbors on the opposite side of the wall deserved a few hours of rest. The man, Troy, snuggled his chin against her further. The stubble of his slow growing beard rubbing harshly on the sensitive spot on her skin, his lips dry but always beckoning curl against her hairline. 

“I've never needed anyone like I need you.” his low grumble vibrated through her body, his arms pulling her backwards into his chest while his eyes fluttered closed beginning to sway them both to bed. His stepping was groggy, almost sending them both into the side of the large wooden dresser. “And right now, I need you in bed so I can sleep.”

“With limited nightmares?” She giggled into his hair, wrapping her fingers in the strands of curls as his bottom half hit the mattress.

“With limited nightmares.” His face melted into her chest, now at eye level, and his grin grew at her comment. Not that she was lying, they both knew he had a habit of tired nights of tossing and turning from the demons in his skull, but that was always his excuse to get close to her. 

Troy wasn’t the greatest at sharing his desires romantically, so he would make up reasons to have her stay the night at the beginning of their relationship. Even now that he knows she won’t be leaving his side, he has the same habit… just different needs.

[noemitenshi]

Second Chances

a post season 8 story by

NoemiTenshi and rebelbravado

Chapter 6 - Bite

The next few days(?) went by like a waking nightmare. Troy didn’t know when he was actually awake, didn’t even remember what he did during the times he was. He experienced everything through a haze of pain, was grateful whenever exhaustion took him over, whenever he fell unconscious. The fever still clung to him and at times he thought this would be his end.

When he next was awake, truly awake, not waiting to stumble from one nightmare into the next, Ri was in the room with him. She didn’t elicit the same response Lee did, he didn’t know her in the same way (but then, apart from Lee, he didn’t know any of the people he’d seen here) but he knew her now. Knew her as well as one could know the person nursing them back to health; of course she wasn’t the only one – but she was the one that spent most time with him. She’d become a constant in this wakeful dream-haze he’d found himself in, being by his side more often than not. So he didn’t know her – but he knew her.

“Your fever broke,” she declared, when she’d checked him over and he could hear the relief in her voice. It confirmed to Troy his fears, that this could’ve been his end.

“I still feel like shit,” he croaked. A tired smile pulled at her lips.

“Lee told me you have trouble with your memory?”

That innocent question had him strangely defensive and he only managed a half shrug. Ri just nodded.

“I’ll sent Dasha to check you over. Might be nothing, a consequence of your injuries.”

“Or might be something.” Troy said the thing she hadn’t. Ri pressed her lips together.

“Too soon to tell.”

She was placating him and he didn’t like it, so he huffed a snarl at her.

And also there was something else, as well. Something. pulling, at the edge of his consciousness. Something he couldn’t quite grasp, frustrating him. Something to do with that scar on his temple (from the first time he’d accidentally touched it he avoided that area. Like an old reflex).

“Could be… because of that?” And he tilted his head, presenting the scar.

Ri’s lips formed a thin line.

“...Could be,” she admitted, “You had that when you came to us.”

Troy knew without knowing.

“But Troy, it could be temporary.”

He shrugged that reassurance off. Sure, could be. Could also be his head had been cooked a long time ago. (What difference did it make to him now?)

Silently he watched how she sat him up. Such a small frame she had but she managed it efficiently; causing him no undue strain. He recognized her practiced movements as if it were something he also knew how to do.

When she handed him his pills he took them without hesitation and he didn’t need to grab for the glass of water; it was already set against his lips. He drank greedily – both from thirst and the hope the pills would work quickly.

Then her hands went to his bandages and he grimaced. The pain was always more present when they got changed – something about the way he had to strain and arch so they could wind around him.

His gaze went to her face, a childish gesture ‘If I can’t see it, it’s not happening.’ There was something fascinating about her profile – the set of those full lips, that cute nose, the way her dark eyes were fixed intently on his injury. Or was he fascinated just because she chose to help him so single-mindedly? Or maybe, maybe it was something else entirely. Something like…

“Do I know you?”

“No.” She didn’t look up as she spoke. So dedicated to his recovery.

“Do I know anyone else here?”

“Yes, one. Lee’s best friend. Taqa. Qualetaqa Walker.”

That name didn’t spark any recognition and Troy shook his head way past the point were the pain intensified nigh unbearably. She paused what she was doing, caught his gaze. Such pitying eyes.

“This still doesn’t mean anything…”

And again he ignored her assurances.

“Do you know my story… with Lee?” he asked instead. Asked to distract himself. Asked because he couldn’t help himself. It was strange he’d thought he’d get help from Lee when Lee himself had told him their story was drenched in conflict. Though he had been right thinking it, hadn’t he? Lee had helped him. So… how had he known? Was there something else going on?

But when he listened to Ri telling (a probably abridged version of) the story, he really didn’t know why he’d been so sure Lee would help him. He hadn’t had any reason to. In fact, quite the opposite – at least that was what Troy thought he would’ve done in Lee’s place. Though when he really thought about it, imagining finding the other man near death and entertaining the idea of just leaving him to it, something in him rebelled. That same something that had been convinced Lee could help him…?

Or did he just cling to Lee since he was the only person his mind recognized (without memories). His only tie to his past (and what did it matter, what did it matter?!)

“If you know all that – why would you help me?” Troy asked Ri, almost an accusation. He just didn’t understand, not anything about this situation – why he felt safe with Lee, why Lee had helped him…

“That was a long time ago,” Ri said (Lee had said that to him, too). “Also. I didn’t know any of that when I brought you here.”

Troy watched her closely. Was that… a joke? Definitely not the real reason, he didn’t think so.

“Something tells me that wouldn’t have stopped you,” he hazarded a guess. It had an honest smile curving her lips and Troy impulsively thought he’d like to make her smile like that more often as seeing it lifted his spirits unexpectedly.

“I’m not in the business of letting people die.”

“No…” Troy agreed slowly, “You’re in the business of saving people’s lives.” It made that little smile appear again. Until he added “Indiscriminately?” with a certain… sharpness that surprised himself.

But he didn’t it back or soften it because he found that he wanted to know.

“Yes,” Ri replied, a certain hardness to her tone now.

“That ever bite you in the ass?” Another question that just sprang from him, another need to know he couldn’t quite explain.

“What do you think?” She stood abruptly, taking the used bandages and throwing them away before washing her hands – she was all agitated movements. Apparently her willingness to share had taken a dive. He probably could say something to gentle that line of questioning. Thing just was – he didn’t feel like it (and he couldn’t even say why. God, the things he didn’t know!)

“We can hold our own,” Ri added on a little head-tilt. Might’ve been arrogant except for the absolute conviction in her demeanor. He still felt the need to needle.

“So that’s a yes?”

“...Most people, believe it or not, really appreciate being rescued. Especially now. Hence they’re not inclined to fuck over the helping hand.”

“Bite.”

“What?”

“Bite the helping hand… I may not know myself but I do know the saying.”

“Sure. Bite.”

Her left hand was balancing a bowl of soup (he hadn’t even realized she brought it with her when she came in) as she sat back down next to him, her right holding a spoon.

“Do you bite, Troy?”

She brought the spoon to his lips and he dutifully opened his mouth. Sustenance was good, would help him. His stomach had other ideas, rebelling at that thought and he forced himself to swallow anyway. The spoon went back into the soup as he said,

“I don’t know myself… remember?”

“Well. I don’t think you would.” She had let go of the spoon to pat his cheek as she spoke. It should’ve felt condescending but somehow didn’t. Then she fed him another uncomfortable swallow.

“You don’t know me either,” he pointed out when he’d forced it down, “You just told me that.”

She did a little head wiggle he wasn’t sure how to interpret. And another spoon went in.

“I’ve got a feeling. You learn to tell these things.”

Troy thought of the story she’d told him about himself. Thought of that angry scar on his temple, the hole in his guts…

“Seems to me… I’ve done some biting of my own,” he pointed out, his hand reaching for his stomach. Her gaze caught that movement.

“You don’t know what happened there. Don’t make up things in your head.” And as if to distract him she quickly fed him another spoonful. That almost didn’t make it down. She must’ve seen because she put the bowl away.

He growled, frustrated. Frustrated for having trouble eating. Frustrated because his memories were a black hole.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know! But somehow I do know. It’s like it’s there. Just beyond reach but it’s there.”

“Ssh, don’t force it.” Ri’s hand was on his collarbone, pressing gently, moving to his shoulder to pat him. He tried to let it soothe him but his frustration was tenacious.

“… I could be a wolf in sheep’s clothing for all you know. Maybe my memories should stay buried.” He didn’t know what had compelled him to say this. He just knew that that thought, him hurting her as the wolf in sheep’s clothing, upset him.

Apparently it didn’t upset her.

“Maybe you are,” she told him easily, “Maybe that’s how my Wolf found you.”

Troy furrowed his brows – just to stop immediately when his headache increased tenfold.

“Wha—” he started to ask.

As if called, the door opened slightly more and a dog trotted in. Troy watched him curiously for a moment, his gaze drawn to his flews.

“His name is Wolf?” he asked softly; Wolf’s head turned to look at Troy. That was as much answer as Troy needed. Ri still nodded.

“And he led us right to you…”

The name made sense somehow. Troy wasn't sure what breed the animal was, but his resemblance to a Wolf was there. He was big, his head easily reaching the top of the bed. If Ri were to stand he bet it come up to her waist. Its fur was an indistinct colour -or maybe that was just Troy's eyesight, who knew- in between a muddy grey and brown, keen light eyes though and a strong jaw. A useful animal he imagined, with the right training.

“Probably drawn by the smell of blood…” Troy guessed. But as he watched Wolf come carefully closer and move his nose against Troy’s hand, placed right at the edge of the bed, a strange gratefulness came over him. His stomach settled.

“Let me guess. He doesn’t bite?”

Ri again wiggled her head in this nondescript way.

“Oh, Wolf’s the sweetest,” she said, her voice turning sweet, too. As if he understood her, Wolf went to Ri, his head against her leg. She scratched his head lovingly. “And he can tear a walker apart in seconds.”

Troy’s gaze was still fixed to Wolf, imagining the strength his jaws, the strength it took to tear a walker apart in seconds. His respect for Wolf grew.

“Try to get some more rest, Troy. You need to heal before you can do any biting of your own,” Ri told him, still cuddling with Wolf. Though it didn’t sound dismissive. It sounded… jovial. It sounded like…

“I’m going to make it?” The question just burst from Troy the second he had that thought.

She raised her gaze to his and grinned. It made his heart feel light even before he heard what she said next.

“Sure looks that way, doesn’t it?”

[escapist-of-fiction]

One shot - Troy Otto x Fem Reader

Description - just a bit of fluff really. Something that has been floating in my head for a while and needed to write it down. Troy is a bit of a tease in this but I like him like that.

Warnings - none really. Mild swearing.

If you do read, a like, reblog and/or a comment would make me smile :) enjoy!

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It had become abundantly apparent to everyone that something was developing between you and Troy.

There was something about the way he looked at you from across the room, never intrusive but always keeping one eye closely on you, watching your every move. You didn't mind though. It made you feel safe. You didn't feel so alone in the crowd.

Every chance Troy had; loading supplies from the trucks, collecting empty dishes at meal times, showing you how to hold a gun in the right way to defend yourself, any excuse to have just a little bit of contact with you. You didn't mind. You wanted him to do it. Your skin tingled at his touch. If he stood close to you, you would hold your breath without even realising. It was just the effect he had on you. In a group situation, he would always somehow find his way next to you, by now it was almost an expectation.

You wondered how long it would take for him to make a move. It had taken so long that you were unsure whether it was all in your mind and he had no interest in you at all.

"You can see it, can't you?" Alicia said one day as you sat together at lunch.

"See what?" You responded innocently.

You needed someone else to spell it out to you. To make it seem real. It seemed too good to be true in your own mind. After all, why would someone as complex as Troy be interested in someone as basic as you?

"Troy. There's something about you two. The way he is around you, it's like you're precious cargo or something. He speaks to you so differently to everyone else, with a whole new level of respect. He doesn't even speak like that to Jake, his own brother."

You didn't know how to respond to this, so you decided not to say anything at all.

On the day the Militia headed out on their short mission, you stood with everyone else at the gates. Going on missions was a weekly occurrence in the post-apocalyptic world but today everyone seemed a little on edge. Everyone except Troy.

You stood a little away from the small gathering, leaning against a table where supplies were piled up high. You watched as Troy fooled around with some of the Militia members, his trusted and closest comrades obviously. He wasn't normally this way before a mission, which made you think it was a little more serious than the average. He was trying to put everyone at ease. Rumours had been going around the Ranch that you were heading out to confront another group, who were threatening to steal water supplies. It wouldn't be an easy mission and lives were potentially at risk.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice someone pick up a box beside you, until their voice brought you back to reality.

"You aren't normally here to see us off," Troy noted.

"I'm surprised you would even notice," you answered with the tiniest of smiles, watching for his reaction.

"Dont worry, I notice."

You watched as he walked towards the truck and placed the final box in the back, hitting the side panel to signal to the group that they were ready to go.

You expected Troy to climb into the driver's seat as normal, rev the engine, turn up his heavy metal music and speed out of the Ranch, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. But not this time.

This time, he turned and walked back in the direction of you. You lifted your head to look up at him as he got closer and closer, until he was stood toe to toe with you. He had a look on his face, a mixture of uncertainty and, was that yearning?

You were perplexed by Troy's actions and you were just about question his odd behaviour when he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and....kissed you.

The briefest of kisses that lasted long enough to make your head spin, your toes curl and heart race all at once. It stunned you but made sense to you all at once. You felt Troy's hand press firmly into the small of your back to pull you against him as his other hand gently caressed your cheek.

Then no sooner had it started, it stopped and Troy pulled away. No explanation. No second glance as he turned and walked back towards the truck and the waiting Militia.

You stood there in shock, your fingers reaching to your lips to trace the echo of his touch.

What the hell was that?

Five days passed until Troy and the Militia returned.

Five days for you to mull over your encounter and ask yourself a million questions. You flitted from the feeling of lusting after Troy and more from that kiss, to being filled with a mild rage at how the bastard had acted in such an impulsive way and walked right out of the Ranch with no explanation.

By the time they returned, you had made up your mind on what to do next.

You never normally gathered with the others at the gate but this time was different. This time you had a reason to stand amongst the friends and family. You wanted Troy to know he had left someone behind. Someone who cared about him, his reckless behaviour and the consequences that came with it.

You watched him exit the truck last of all. He looked tired and weary, having been on the road with little to no sleep and carrying the responsibility of everyone's safety on his shoulders. There was a part of you that wanted to rush to him, embrace him but something made you hold back and wait.

Eventually, Troy looked up and spotted you, his eyes lighting up as they met with yours. You gave nothing away. He approached you, watching your expression tentatively, wondering how you were going to react since your last encounter. He took the fact you were here at all as a good sign.

Coming to stand in front of you, he rested his hands on his hips and tilted his head with a cocky smile.

Words were lost on you. You tried to think of something smart to say, to chastise him for what he did the last time you saw each other but you just kept losing your train of thought in those azure, blue eyes.

Instead, you communicated in the only way you both knew how.

Stepping forward and rising to the balls of your feet, you placed a hand on the back of Troy's neck and pulled him down to meet you.

Your lips pressed firmly against his. A kiss almost sweeter than the first, full of promise and something that you couldn't quite describe but you knew you needed more of it.

Reluctantly, you pulled away to look up at Troy, your hands pressed against his chest. Judging by the hazy look in his eye and the delectable way he licked his lips, it told you everything you needed to know. He felt exactly the same way.

And then, just like that, you found your voice again,

"Hi."

Troy laughed softly,

"Well it took you long enough, darling"

[sombrashe]

Lord Otto

content gn! reader, older! troy, legal age gap, first meeting, reader’s parents are dead in this, no smut only fluff

note(s) how many times did I put simply and quite? | I see reader as being early 20’s and troy being more his season 8 age so like early to mid-30s

“Excuse me, Sir Otto?”

A voice startles him out of conversation with his brother. Tilting his head to the left he waits for his brother to respond. Only you never take your eyes off him. Bright and wide they look deep into his as you anxiously wait for a reply. You're breathtaking and he nearly misses his brother's words.

“Well, Troy? Are you going to make them wait? They clearly cannot wait to have an audience with you.”

He’s enamored by the way you ignore his brother's exasperated response. Annoyance going unheard or simply ignored as you bow low to show him you mean your words. Rising your fingers never leave their spot glued to your heavy-looking rich skirt. Eyes shining despite him never uttering a word.

“My lord, may I have this next dance?”

He gives a short laugh. A half smile shows off his snaggletooth. One of the only endearing qualities he believes he has. That and his money… he doesn't have many qualities. None enough to catch the attention of someone as starry eyes as you.

“Can not find another suitable dance partner?”

You frown and present your nearly full dance card to him. All different names written in perfect penmanship with one single blank at the very bottom. Keeping the card presented he realizes slowly that you are waiting for him to sign it. To take you up on your offer for him to dance.

“How enigmatic.”

“Vexing is the word you are looking for brother. Asking you to dance, ha, a waste of time indeed.”

He simply shakes his head and takes the small pencil hanging from your card as if not in control of himself. Here he was of noble blood taking up your offer to dance instead of the correct way around. He has to wonder where your chaperone was. He can’t help the prickles of fear that wash down his spine as he signs his name, bold against the ivory paper. Set resting pretty in a diamond-encrusted case. Something he remembers was never offered to the common guests of his ball. Straightening up he doesn't miss the wide smile that fattens your cheeks. You take in the crooked letters for a moment as if hypnotized.

“Brother, you must be joking. Father-.”

“I do not care what father has to say on the matter, Jake. Now if you will let me go I have a dance I need to attend.”

Ripping his arms from his brother's grasp he fixes his waistcoat, white as sugarcane, before allowing you to wrap your arm around his. Following him he maintains a decent distance from you. A given with how many eyes are on you both. Watching the youngest Otto and this random individual who must have bribed him to get him onto the dance floor. Or maybe this was all a ruse set up by his father. An attempt to fix their soiled name. Or maybe, just maybe, you were genuine in your interest to dance with him. Your fingers flex against his linen sleeves, but you do not attempt to pull away as he leads you toward the middle of the floor. Instead, you keep that simple sweet smile plastered on your face as he turns to face you.

“That was a bold move, asking me to dance. Especially in front of my brother.”

“I tried waiting for you to make your rounds. Hoping you would find me eventually and ask me to dance. Only you never left your corner so I decided to make a move myself. I hope that is okay, my Lord.”

“That is quite embarrassing. Having to be approached, especially as a man of my stature.”

“That was not my intention at all, sir. I deeply apologize.”

He watches as your eyebrows furrow together. Something so cute he notices as you start to frit. Bottom lip being chewed on, an action he notices you frequent if your lips are any indication of your actions.

“It is quite alright. I do not mind as one might think.”

You visibly relax and it helps settle an air of calm over the both of you. He settles into routine, step, pivot, step, spin, step, step, twirl. Over and over he moves in tandem with you. Your lips part to allow nonsensical words to fall from them. He listens to you ramble and takes in every word. He doesn't understand why he does. This is a one-time dance. A bored young individual who wanted to fill up the last spot on their card. Nothing more. Yet, he can’t help but fall hook line, and sinker for every single syllable you utter. He learns you are a patron of the arts. Using your valuable resources to fund specifically writers. Taking the time to study up on dozens of authors all of whom seem to fight for the spot as number one in your mind.

“By a Lady is a wonderful writer, she is quite exquisite in the way the letters flow from her pen to the paper. Oh, but there's also the woman who wrote Frankenstein. I really enjoyed how she describes the creature. It is quite sad. Or-.”

“Frankenstein was written by a man. A woman could not write a book with such depth.”

You laugh at him. You laugh at him and he can’t even find it in himself to get mad.

“Forgive me my lord, but a man could not have written that book. The creature is a sensitive thing. There are plenty of great male authors, but only a woman could write and understand the creature the way she does. Of course, you do not have to agree with me and I apologize for speaking out of turn I am simply passionate about writing is all. It’s silly.”

“Please do not apologize. Having strong emotions towards your interests like you do shows that you are quite intelligent. It is sweet. I am quite sure your future husband will think the same way.”

Step, turn, twirl, and your dance is completed. He means to wish you a good night and farewell, but when your hand reaches out to keep him in place he finds himself following you out of the crowd and into a slightly less populated, yet still suffocating, hallway. Smiling up at him you comment how you had a wonderful time dancing with him and how you wished to have one more with him if he so desired.

“I am not one much for dancing. I do apologize.”

Seeing you frown makes his heart ache and he almost leaves right then and there. He has much more important matters to attend to and yet here he is, his heart weeping at the sight of you so destroyed by his simple words.

“That is alright, my Lord. I understand. I will let you go then. I do not want to keep your company for longer than necessary.”

You stay still waiting for him to excuse himself. You have broken enough tradition it seems. Instead, he extends his bent elbow to you. You look up at him with the sweetest gaze as you gently wrap your hand around his bicep and he courts you throughout the halls. Your conversation is boring and he enjoys the time basking in your glow.

“What about sports, Lord Otto? Are there any that you are particularly fond of?”

“Boxing,” his answer is quick and he doesn't even notice that he’s responded until you're looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours. Full of wonder and intrigue as you listen. “I am fond of boxing. I regularly attend matches and participate in quite a few of them.”

“Do you win? When you fight?”

He pauses and looks down at you. Innocence coming off of you in waves as you await a response. He’s never been asked that before winning, only ever being expected of him. Never an option. Starting up your walking again he formulates a response through a green carpeted hallway.

“Yes, I do, quite a bit actually. I’m just below Mr. Clark. Do you know who that is?”

“Of course. He is one of the top performers. He is quite a large man with thirty-odd wins under his belt, is he not?”

He is completely and utterly confused. There is no way you could know of his man. It was uncommon for men who didn't actively partake in the sport to know of him let alone someone of your stature. He proceeds carefully.

“He is. How did you know?”

“He is my uncle. I ask him about his fights every time he comes to visit. He gets a little too into the details, but I do not mind. The fights always sound so… brutal. Bloody too, I imagine.”

You kept your voice low to keep your conversation a secret. A young person like you should not be engaging in conversation where the topic involves two men beating each other to a bloody pulp. But despite the confusing descriptors you used what was most confusing was the fact that you were related to the Clark bloodline.

“You are a Clark?”

“My mother was, my father was something different altogether. She took his last name, which means I did as well. So, I am the last of my father's name.”

“Your parents, are they not?”

He was trying to be gentle. Keeping in mind what his brother taught him throughout his childhood. He was to keep unsavory questions to himself, but he couldn't help himself. He was simply much too curious about your answer.

“No. They are dead, my lord. Have been for nearly three years now.”

What a sad response. He dutifully caresses your hand with his. An apology for your loss quickly on his tongue. He has been following your lead and has done little to dissuade you from where you wanted to go. Until now. The estate was a sight to behold in the broad daylight and even now the darkness did little to hide its natural beauty. Moss and vines grow towards the heavens, covering the sides of the home with the front cleaned to perfection for guests. Plant life covers every inch of landscape, only the gravel path for carriages left unnatural. He begins to slow his descent down the stairs as he starts to notice in the distance a large hedge. Upon closer inspection, it seems to open in the middle like a curtain, permanent and inviting. Both words describe you. He should be pulling away. Making a scene to allow everyone from the ton knowledge that he was not the kind of man to be whisked off into a dark corner of the property for god knows what.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To the gardens, it’s just through the maze.”

“Where is the lady or master the house? I’m sure they would want to know before we go walking off into their precious gardens.”

“I believe they will be fine with it. I guarantee it.”

“You know this how?”

“Because they are me. I am quite alright with simply showing a guest my elaborate maze and gardens. It is talked about a lot, I know. Quite expensive. I spend every morning pruning the poor little things. This heatwave has been particularly mean to my Hydrangeaceae”

“This is yours?”

He can’t help the shock that seeps into his voice as he speaks. An entire estate taken care of by one person. Someone as young as you? Not even grown men can do it alone and here you were a few years out of your debut with no husband yet a house to take care of.

“It is quite hard, yes, but I have Ms. Daley. She has helped quite a lot and will continue to help me with all the paperwork as she was shown by my father. Until I am married, of course.”

You finish leading him from your home over to where the garden sits, hidden in the middle of an acre of thick hedges elaborately woven into a maze. It was absolutely gorgeous and he never once makes you stop. You simply do. Right in front of the large open hedge which starts the beginning of the maze.

“I go left and you go right? See who makes it to the garden first?”

He is once again reminded of your age as you offer this simple game he was fond of as a child. Grinning he breaks away from you with a nod.

“Deal.”

With that, you're hoisting up your skirt and rushing off towards the middle of the maze. Huffing he sprints to the right stopping at a turn before skirting behind it and following the twists and turns of the maze with little trouble. All the while your loud giggles and huffs of annoyance at getting lost in the dark are crystal clear this far away from the soiree. Shouting out he asks for help when he comes face to face with a decision, right or straight… he feels particularly keen on continuing straight. You simply laugh, an intoxicating sound that god himself must be listening to on such a clear night. He follows his gut instinct and follows the dark hedges straight, straight, straight until he comes across another right-hand turn which leads to another hedge much like the one from the beginning. Stepping through the opening he comes out the other side surrounded by fauna and flora. The garden is massive, with dozens of different types of flowers and even more greenery swallowing the small resting area provided.

“It’s wonderful, is it not?”

“It is.”

He doesn't close the distance, opting to inspect the naturally made bouquets. The sheer mass of flowers that litter the ground and grow upwards towards the heavens has him in awe. The splashes of reds, greens, purples, and pinks look muddied in the moonlight, but he can still see the beauty in the care you have provided for them. The silky feeling of the petals is exquisite and he feels heat rise to his cheeks as he wonders what you might feel like, silken like the petals or sharp like the thorns hidden beneath the leaves. He can feel his skin physically react when your soft hand presses against the sleeve of his top.

“I maintain a lot of primula vulgaris, different types of rosa rubiginosa, and a few bushels of lonicera. That's not all of course, but those are my favorites to work with. Quite a tasty snack when I have been working for a while.”

“They are beautiful.”

You look up at him with a small smile gracing your lips. The bumps and pits that decorate your skin are filled with dark shadows that dance across your face when you shift and he finds it difficult to move his eyes away. When he finally does he hopes you don't mistake the stare as what it is. Staring at the muted colors he thinks of what to say next. He is not one to be tongue tied and yet here he is completely and utterly befuddled. The sun is starting to rise and he lets out a breath he had no clue he was holding. Pinks and oranges start to light up the dusky sky. Turning his head he watches as those colors reflect themselves off the slope of your nose and the curve of your cheeks. You were mesmerizing and only inches away from him. He wants nothing more than to lean down and catch those soft pink-hued lips with his golden-streaked ones. Instead, he simply smiles and decides now is as good a time as any to end the night with you. Knowing how these parties went you would host a breakfast where all the ton members would sit and chat for a few extra hours before letting you alone to rest for the day. Gently he gathers your hand in his palm and raises it to his lips. Pressing those mellow painted lips against the dorsal side it sends a shock of electricity through to his toes.

“It was wonderful meeting you.”

“And I you, Lord Otto.”

A mumbled goodbye against soft skin and he’s separating himself from you. Refusing to look back he leaves you alone with your garden of beauty. A flower sitting unattended.

[sweetandabitspycho]

could u pls make a troy otto smut and fluff where they have an arrangement with no strings attached but troy falls in love because the person he sleeps with is wayyy too nice to him and is willing to understand him....bonus if she is madison's niece or daughter

also i love ur other works and how u write......stay safe and take care of urself.

Aww thank you. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 you too, and of course. Is there any kinks you would like?

[noemitenshi]

My current OT3 (now and forever? who knows) are these three beauties:

two of those are from the walking dead universe (Fear the walking dead, in order of appearance: Crazy Dog (Lee) and Troy Otto. The third one, Ri Ortego is a OC. Between Lee and Crazy Dog there's always an element of enemies to lovers, since they are on opposite sides of a conflict (over land). Ri is mostly (reluctant) ally to friend to lover.

In most of my fics they aren't yet in a throuple situation (i know, it's so sad! they are getting there though!)

There's only one (mostly pure smut) fic (and the follow up) where they actually have already exchanged 'I love you's:

I can’t stop imagining hurting you (9,424 words, finished, smut, fluff, Troy gets introduced to the concept of spanking) and the continuation Paint your body in hues of red (1,933 words, finished, smut, fluff, established relationship, wax play, facesitting). Obviously both are rated explicit.

The other three stories will definitely end up with the three of them in a loving relationship, they aren't there yet (I'm just sharing the ones where there's already a hint of polyamory though almost all my unfinished stories are planned to include at least one poly relationship. also i've got poly 'headcanons' for the finished ones, too, so feel free to ask me about it if you're interested, love to share), also, obviously, all that include smut are rated explicit.

Addicted to mess (203,566 words, WIP, (lots and lots of) smut, fluff, angst, wholesome, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers, watch them turn an unhealthy relationship into a healthy one , also have I said smut yet?) In this one, we first watch Troy and Crazy Dog enter a relationship (and turning it from unhealthy to healthy). Ri comes to them later (little spoiler: she steals their tomatoes - it *is* the apocalypse after all and a girl's got to eat) and it takes a little for them (mostly Troy) to warm up to her. Currently (again, spoiler) Ri is aware of her attraction to the boys and Troy is slowly figuring out he may be attracted to her to. Oh noes, whatever shall they do!?

Lost & Found (39,199 words, WIP, fluff, angst, smut, Troy Otto being saved after the dam, finding his way back to himself, fast-burn, ’Addicted to mess’ chapters 1 and 2 happened in this universe too, rest of s3 happened as in canon) In this one Ri and Crazy Dog (Lee) are a couple already and they find an injured Troy and, little spoiler, save him (this is mostly Ri's doing). Lee and Troy have a bit of a past and so there's definitely attraction there between those two (and they are both aware of it). Ri also can't deny that she likes Troy, though she rather wouldn't, him being her boyfriend's ex-boyfriend* after all. (*not exactly, Lee described what they had as a one-time thing and definitely nowhere near boyfriend territory). How will they all deal with their feelings??

Second Chances (6,160 words, WIP, angst, whump, fluff, fix-it, Troy Otto survives the series finale but loses his memory in the process) In this one, Ri and Crazy Dog have been married for years, they travel the apocalypse together with a group of people dedicated to helping others (esp. injured people). They find Troy (who is almost dead at this point) and save him even though per canon Troy and Crazy Dog didn't part at best terms. So far not a lot has happened since Troy is still almost half dead but this is supposed to be a fast-burn, so fingers crossed that they won't take too long to figure out they all want one another ;)

That's about it. If there's any questions or things I should clear up, let me know! I tried to include relevant information in the summary for people that are mostly looking for poly representation and aren't too well-versed in the walking dead universe (honestly, I think all these can be read without knowing much more than 'there's zombies and now the world is fucked'. I mostly try to have my fics readable for people not in the fandom.)

Also, bonus gif:

if any of you have poly fics, drop a link and I'll rb!

[ftwd-nicky]

A Jealous Boy

Pairing: Troy Otto x Reader

Author: @ftwd-nicky

Words: 1783

Author’s Note: Hi guys! It’s been a while I know. I just have been through so much shit the past month. BUT I’M BACK, BABY. I have this Troy fic here that was a request and I hope you guys like it. I hope it’s not complete shit, so enjoy! :) xox

I shoved my left hand into my pocket, walking around the fence line of the ranch as I admired the sunrise, shivering slightly as the cool breeze brushes my skin. I pulled Troy’s coat tighter around my body, thinking about everything that’s happened so far. Two months since the world has gone to shit, and I would most likely be dead if it wasn’t for him. Troy Otto. My best friend in the new world. I remember the day he saved my life like it was yesterday…

I was running from a group of infected, about ten of them at least as I tried to reload my pistol. I groaned, seeing the chamber is jammed and throw the useless weapon to the ground, my eyes scanning for a safe place. A rock suddenly found its place under my feet and I tripped, getting a face full of dirt as pain shot up my leg. I let out a small scream, squeezing my eyes shut as I attempted to get up, noticing the horde coming closer and closer.

 Gunshots rang out as I jumped, looking towards the infected as they dropped one by one, hearing a vehicle from behind me. I glanced towards the noise, seeing a truck coming to a stop, a tall man dressed in army gear hopped out of the bed, making his way towards me.

 “You okay?” The deep voiced man asked as I slowly shook my head, sitting up slightly.

 “Um, no actually, I tripped over a rock and sprained my ankle. Well, hopefully it’s just a sprain.” I muttered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I pick myself up off the ground, wincing as I placed pressure on my left ankle, almost falling over as the guy catches me.

 “Woah, slow down there speedy,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around my waist. “There’s a place nearby that’ll be safe.” The man mentioned and I glanced up at him, blushing a bit as I took in his beautiful features. Blue eyes, sandy brown hair, sharp jawline, pink lips. My god.

 “Well aren’t you kind…” I trailed off, hoping he’d fill in the blank with his name, wrapping my left arm around his shoulder as I limped towards the truck.

 “Troy, Troy Otto.” He grinned down at me as I nodded my head, a small smile on my lips.

 “Y/N L/N… Thank you for saving my life.” I muttered, getting into the back of the pickup, Troy sitting down next to me.

 “I couldn’t let a gorgeous girl like you parrish out here.” He grinned, laughing slightly as I giggled, shaking my head a bit.

 I smiled widely at the memory, my heart swelling at the thought of him. He stayed by my side as much as he could when I first came here, making sure I was comfortable in every way possible. I took a sip of my hot chocolate, jumping slightly when I felt two hands slide around my waist, a warm breath hitting my neck.

 “What are you doing awake?” I heard his voice ask, butterflies soaring around in my stomach as my eyes fluttered shut, smiling.

 “I couldn’t get back to sleep.” I muttered, turning around to face Troy, grinning at his rugged appearance. “What are you doing awake?” I asked Troy, laying my head on his chest, hugging the warm mug.

 “Well you weren’t in bed and I wanted a cuddle session.” He smirked and I laughed, shaking my head. I intertwined my fingers with his, leading him back towards his house as he followed closely behind me. The two of us made it back into his room as I plopped myself onto his bed, letting out a pleasurable sigh, cuddling into the duvet. Troy slipped into his side of the bed, resting the palm of his hand against the side of his head as his eyes gazed down at me.

 “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, blushing slightly as I could feel my heartbeat pick up. Sometimes I believe Troy thinks of me as more than a friend, but my conscience likes to disagree. Some hair fell in front of my face as I chuckle, trying to blow it out of my face, but fail.

 Troy chuckles deeply, raising his fingers to my face, pushing the strands of hair out of my face. I could feel my cheeks warm up as his fingertips grazed my cheeks. I nuzzled into his side, my eyes fluttering shut as I bit my lip slightly, feeling Troy wrap his arms around my waist.

 The next night the ranch decided to have a bonfire to destress from the past week. Everyone gathered around the large orange flame as it danced in the wind, chatting with each other as I grinned at the sight.

 I rubbed my arms, shivering as I internally groaned, cursing at myself for not bringing a coat with me. An arm nudged mine, snapping me out of my staring daze, my eyes glancing to my side, noticing Coop standing next to me.

 “Hey, Y/N.” He smiled down at me. My body involuntarily shivered as I returned his smile.

 “Hey, Coop. How’s everything going?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

 “Pretty good. Militia’s doing well as ever.” Coop chuckled, noticing my shiver as he began to shimmy off his military jacket. He draped the jacket over my shoulder as I looked up at him, lips parted slightly.

 “Oh, Coop I’m fine.” I muttered, attempting to take the piece of clothing off when his hand grabbed mine, stopping me from doing so.

 “No, please keep it on. I can tell you’re cold, I’m a very observant person, Y/N.” He grinned, wrapping one of his arms around my shoulder. I began to feel a bit uncomfortable as Troy had waltzed up to the fire. The smile on his face dropped immediately once he saw Coop’s arm wrapped around my shoulder and also wearing his jacket.

 I nibbled on my lip, knowing what could happen and what’s most likely to happen as he glared at Coop, making his way over towards us. Coop’s hand softly rubbed the side of my arm, glancing down at me every few seconds as a silly grin was on his lips.

 “Coop.” Troy muttered bitterly, his beautiful blue eyes glazed with anger. He points between the two of us before crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s, uh, what’s going on here?”

 I was about to say something when Coop cut me off, “She looked cold, so I lent her my jacket and now we’re just hanging out, talking.” He smiled and I rubbed my arm, feeling the goosebumps on my arms.

 Troy let out a dry laugh, shaking his head as his eyes landed on me. I gave him a small smile, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear as my gaze turned towards the ground. He began to walk towards Coop and I stepped in between them, resting a hand on Troy’s chest.

 “Troy… don’t do this.” I muttered quietly, staring up at him as his eyes stayed on Coop.

 “I’ve told you how I felt about her and here I see you flirting with her. What the fuck, Coop?” Troy growled, narrowing his eyes at the tall man behind me. My eyes widened, glancing between the two boys as Coop sighed softly.

 “Troy, I know. I was literally only trying to keep her warm. Did you just want me to have her freezing, most probably getting sick from it, and wait for you to show up so you can finally make your move?” He asked as my eyes trailed towards Troy, his face softening slightly. “C’mon man, you of all people should know that I wouldn’t betray you like that.”

 Troy’s shoulder dropped, looking down at me as I kept my eyes on him, feeling my heart begin to beat faster, feeling flushed. “I’m sorry. I just…” He trails off, glancing back towards Coop as he just nodded, understanding what he was trying to say.

 I slip off Coop’s jacket, handing it back to him as I apologize for being so cold. He waved it off, grinning as he went back to talking to one of the militia members. I turned to face Troy as he looked at the ground, his slender fingers scratching at his jawline. I walked towards him, softly grabbing his hand, leading him back to his place.

 I go into Troy’s room, sitting down on his bed as he came in after me, shutting the door behind him before he sat down next to me on the bed. He stayed quiet for a few minutes as I picked at my fingers, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye.

 “So… yo-you like me?” I asked him, turning to face him and he ran his fingers through his sandy light brown hair.

 “Y-Yeah, I do. I like you a lot actually, more than I thought I ever would.” Troy whispered and I grinned to myself. I’ve always wondered if he felt the same as I did and now that I know he does I can’t contain my excitement.

 I placed my hand on his cheek, turning his face towards mine before capturing my lips with his. My fingers began to trail through his hair as his hands rested on my hips, attempting to pull me closer to him. Troy sat back a bit as I moved onto his lap, straddling his hips as our lips continued to move against each others.

 We pull away from each other and I rest my forehead against his, my eyes fluttered shut as I listened to Troy’s breathing. “I take it you feel the same way?” He asked and I chuckled.

 “No, I just basically made out with you for no reason.” I joked, playing with his hair. “I’ve liked you for a long, long time Troy.” I smiled, placing a small kiss to the tip of his nose.

 “God, please be mine.” He husked, wrapping his arms around my waist. I nodded my head in response, my heart pounding against my chest as he pulled me into another kiss. Troy’s fingers dipped under my shirt, feeling his warm calloused fingertips against my lower back. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, his baby blue eyes looking up at me.

 “Come on, we can go back to the bonfire and show off our cuteness.” I giggled, getting off of his lap, pulling him up by his hand. Troy laughed, intertwining our fingers as we made our way back out into the chilly air, hearing the commotion of the ranchers chatting.

[bxcketbarnes]

I’ll Find You

Pairing: Troy Otto x Reader

Author: @cxddlyash

Words: 3590

Author’s Note: So, this is for my fave @lovefilledtragedy writing competition! I did Troy because it’s her fix right now, plus Daniel is absolutely good looking in Fear the Walking Dead. But uhhh yeah. I hope you guys like this. :) Thanks to ma hoe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!

No Goodbyes - Dua Lipa

I’ve been friends with Troy Otto way before the end of the world. We had met in school before he was pulled from it. It’s hard to see your only real friend disappear from school, not really knowing what had happened to him until you go to the ranch where him and his family lived. In the short time I spent with Troy at school, I fell for him pretty quickly due to his incredible charm and rugged looks. Some say that he wasn’t in his right mind, coming from a dysfunctional home life, but I stuck by him through everything.

 The old world had perished into this new world only a couple months ago and now the infected walk among us. Troy had brought me to the ranch the day it started, telling me that it’d be safer there. Troy’s father, Jeremiah, always had a soft spot for me so he was glad that I was safe.

 Troy offered for me to stay in his room, telling me he’d find somewhere else to sleep. We had gotten really close that night…

 Troy led me to his bedroom, seeing the queen-size bed placed in the center. His room hadn’t changed at all since the last time I was here a couple years ago. I sat down on the bed, playing with my fingers as Troy moved some stuff around to make me feel more comfortable.

 “So, this will be your room. Um, I’ll probably just sleep in the bunkhouse or something,” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he grabbed a bag, packing a few things.

 I stood up, placing a hand on his arm, stopping his actions as he looked down at me. “You don’t have to sleep in the bunkhouse, Troy,” I whispered.

 He placed the bag on the floor, turning his body towards me as my heartbeat sped up, feeling it pound against my ribcage. “Well, where am I supposed to sleep then?” He asked huskily, butterflies soaring around in my stomach.

 “U-Um, that bed is big enough for two people,” I mentioned, staring up at him through my lashes.

 He smirked, chuckling slightly as his hand rested on my waist. “So… you want me to sleep with you?” Troy asked, grinning as I felt my cheeks heat up.

 “Jesus, Troy,” I muttered, hiding my face in his chest as he laughed, his hand rubbing my back. “You always loved to embarrass me. I guess that hasn’t changed,” I laughed, playing with the fabric of his shirt.

 “I just like to see your pretty face blush,” Troy muttered, lifting my chin up. My cheeks turned pink, trying to look away from him. “Hey, don’t hide from me,” He whispered, placing a small kiss to the corner of my mouth.

 A lot of shit has happened in the past few weeks. The Clark’s being the newcomers, witnessing a lot of the ranchers give them a cold shoulder. We almost had a war with the nation, claiming that Jeremiah had stolen their land. Troy’s been out doing dangerous missions, leaving me at the cabin, worrying my ass off and hoping he comes home alive.

 After Jeremiah sacrificed himself for us to live, Troy lost it. Even though he treated Troy like shit, Troy still loved him.

 Troy and I walked back to the house after placing Jeremiah in a wooden coffin, my arm wrapped around his waist as I rubbed his back. Once we had made it to his room, I closed the door behind us as Troy sat down on his bed. I sat down next to him, grabbing one of his hands, intertwining our fingers.

 “I’m so sorry, Troy,” I whispered, leaning my head against his shoulder. Troy glanced down at me, squeezing my hand in his lightly.

 “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” He muttered, pressing his lips to the side of my head. “I’ll be okay.”

 I was walking around the ranch, looking out beyond the fences as I waited for the militia to come back from their duties. My eyes focused on the abundance of vehicles coming towards the ranch and I sighed.

 “Here we go,” Alicia muttered, making me jump. I glanced towards her as she looked at me, apologizing quietly.

 “Is this a good idea?” I asked her, seeing the militia parking their buggies by the gate.

 “Probably not, but I guess we have no choice,” She mumbled, staring forward. I nodded my head, agreeing with her. I watched Troy, seeing Nick glance towards him as Jake walked up to Walker.

 Troy’s eyes met mine and I gave him a small smile, my heart swelling a bit as how the sun hits his face just right. Fucking hell. He gives me a cheeky wink, making me giggle slightly as he turned his attention back to Walker’s men who were now pulling their vehicles into the ranch.

 One day. One day Walker’s group has joined ours and chaos has already started. Terrance, one of Gretchen's friends decided to take it upon himself to attack the newcomers, resulting in Crazy Dog crushing his throat. I stood by Troy as the whole thing went down, his arm wrapping around my waist they brought Terrance to the infirmary.

 “I’m going back to our room,” I told Troy, rubbing his chest for a few seconds before walking away from him. His hand slid across my lower back, goosebumps appearing when his fingers grazed my exposed skin.

 “I’ll be there later,” He yelled to me and I glanced back at him, grinning before continuing to the cabin. “Hate to see you go, but love to watch you walk away!” Troy yelled again, making me burst out laughing as I shook my head, feeling my cheeks heat up.

 I sat on the couch, reading one of Jake’s books as Troy stared at his father’s desk, a scowl present on his beautiful face. “Troy?” I called out, getting a humming noise in response. I was about to ask him if he was alright when there was a knock on the door.

 Troy got up as did I, walking towards the door. “Go to our room and don’t come out until I say so,” He muttered.

 My lips parted, stepping towards him, my hand grabbing his bicep. “Troy…” I trailed off and he looks back at me. He placed his hands on my cheeks, pressing his lips to mine quickly.

 “Go, please,” He whispered against them, my heart pounding against my ribcage. I nodded my head, gripping his shirt as I looked past him, seeing a group of people standing on the other side of the door. I glanced back up at Troy, his eyes still on me as I leaned up, kissing his lips quickly before bolting up the stairs.

 I could hear a bunch of mumbling from downstairs, pacing around Troy and I’s room, biting on my nails. I jumped when hearing gunshots, quickly getting under the bed, tears pooling in my eyes as I try to stay silent. I could faintly hear Nick and Troy’s voice as they argue with each other, the sounds of guns cocking filling through the silence.

 “Do you think Y/N would want you to do this?” Nick asked Troy and I listened quietly for Troy’s answer.

 “Don’t bring her into this, Nick,” He muttered. My heart was racing, about to crawl out from under the bed until I heard more shots. A gunfight was raging through the house as I heard Troy’s provocative yells directed towards the Nation.

 Hearing heavy footsteps come up the stairs, the door to the room busted open, two sets of feet coming into the room.

 “Y/N?” Troy asked and I let out a sigh of relief, poking my head out from under the bed, seeing Troy and Nick standing in front of me. “You need to leave the house. I can’t have you getting hurt,” He mumbled as I got out from under the bed. My eyes trailed down his figure, noticing his bloody left hand and I gasped, grabbing it.

 “What happened?” I asked, examining it closely as I went to grab something to wrap it.

 “It’s nothing. Y/N… Y/N!” Troy yelled, making me stop in my tracks. I turned towards him, frowning as he sighed, strolling over towards me. “Please… I need you to go. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you got hurt,” He whispered, pushing some hair out of my face.

 I nodded my head, wrapping my arms around his waist, inhaling his scent. Tears began to slide down my cheeks knowing this isn’t going to end well for him. I walked past him towards Nick, resting a hand on his arm.

 “Don’t let them kill him… promise me?” I whispered quietly as Troy grabbed a rifle from under the bed. Nick nodded his head, giving me a quick hug before I run out of the room, running out of the house. People held up their weapons towards me, making me skid, falling to the ground. “Don’t shoot, don’t shoot,” I muttered, my hands in surrender as they lowered the guns.

 Madison ran towards me, helping me off the ground as she brought me to the bunkhouse. I kept glancing back at the house, my lip quivering as we walked into the room. “Maddie?” I quietly called out as she opened the door.

 “Yeah?” She replied, looking back at me as I stood in the middle of the room, ready to collapse any minute.

 “This is going to end badly, isn’t it?” I asked and she sighed, slowly nodding her head. A sob escaped my lips, crumbling to the floor, holding my hand over my mouth. Maddie whispered that she’d be back, heading back towards the shooting as I leaned up against the wall, closing my eyes as tears continued to slide down my cheeks.

 I sat against the wall for about an hour, staring into nothing as I played with the end of my fingers, hoping that Troy’s okay. I sniffed, rubbing my nose as the door opened slowly, watching Nick come inside. I got off the floor, stumbling towards him. “Nick, where’s Troy?” I asked just as Troy walked into the bunkhouse.

 I ran over to him, tackling him into a hug, crying softly into his chest. His arms wrapped around my back, rubbing it softly as his nose was buried in my neck. One of my hands ran through his luscious locks, holding back the sobs as we stood there, intertwined with each other, for about a minute.

 “Y/N, I need to tell you something,” Nick mentioned and I pulled away from Troy. I nodded my head, walking towards the door as Troy went to go sit at the small table. Nick and I walked outside, his hands shoved into his pockets as he looked at the ground. “There’s no easy way to tell you this, but Troy and myself are going to have to pay for the actions he did tonight.”

 “W-What are they going to do to him? What are they going to do to you?” I asked, running a hand through my hair, taking deep breaths.

 “I don’t know what they have planned for me yet, but I know there’s a possibility of Troy being exiled. It’s going to be your last night with him…” Nick muttered and my heart stopped. Exiled?

 “Oh no. No, no, no,” I cried, covering my face with my hands. Nick rubbed my back softly, bringing me into a hug as I gripped his army jacket. “I tried to convince my mom of having a lesser punishment, but I don’t think Walker’s going to budge. I’m sorry. I know how much you care for him. He needs you right now, alright?” He told me and I nodded my head in his chest, letting out a sigh.

 “Thanks for telling me, Nick. Be safe okay? I don’t know what kind of punishment you’ll get, but be safe. Don’t do anything rash like Troy.” I mumbled, patting his shoulder.

 I walked back into the bunkhouse, grabbing the first aid kit before sitting down next to him. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I grabbed his injured hand, unwrapping the cloth he had tied around it. I treated it and placed some gauze and wrap on it before holding it. I intertwined our fingers as it became a little difficult to see clearly with the tears pooling.

 “Troy, I-I don’t understand,” I mumbled, glancing up at him as his blue eyes were on me. “Why did you do this?” I asked quietly.

 “I don’t really have a good reason you’d want to hear,” He told me, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb.

 For tonight

Let’s love like there’s no goodbyes (no goodbyes)

 “I don’t want you to go…” I mumbled, looking down at my shoes, squeezing my eyes shut. “I don’t wanna say goodbye.”

 “Then don’t,” Troy whispered, pulling my from the chair and lifts my chin up. I glance up at him as he stroked my cheek. “I’ve always loved you, you know,” He muttered, frowning softly as I bit my lip.

 “I love you so much,” I murmured quietly. Troy leaned his face down, pressing his lips to mine softly. I laid my hand against one of his cheeks, leaning on my tippy toes, melting into the kiss a bit. I move my lips against his as his hands came down behind my thighs, picking me up before laying me down on one of the beds.

 Just for tonight

Pretend that it’s all alright (all alright)

 My eyes fluttered shut as his lips never left mine, his body hovering over mine. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my chest and butterflies soar in my stomach as his hands pushed my shirt up slightly. I gasped when his cold fingers hit my warm skin, gripping his shirt as he brushed his lips against mine before moving them down my jawline.

 Why don’t we hold each other, use each other, whisper pretty lies?

Just for tonight

Let’s love like there’s no goodbyes (no goodbyes)

 “Troy…” I moaned, his teeth nipping at the skin under my earlobe, my fingers trailing through his brown curls. He continued sucking and biting my skin, creating a mark on my skin before continuing to kiss downward. Troy sat up, bringing me with him as he pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it to the floor.

 I did the same with him, pulling off his green flannel tossing it to the side as he pulled off his shirt. My eyes trailed down his chest as my fingers softly moved down the center of his torso. Troy pushed his lips against mine, feeling the need and hunger in the kiss as he undid my bra, exposing my breasts.

 In a dark room

We don’t have to see the light of truth between me and you

We can stay blind in the meantime

 I laid back on the bed, the moonlight shining dimly into the bunkhouse as Troy left wet kisses down the valley between my breasts. My hands reached above my head, gripping the pillow as he began to unbutton my pants, pulling them down.

 “You’re so beautiful,” Troy whispered, pressing his lips to my thighs. I started to breath heavily, my panties pooling with arousal as his thumb came into contact with my panty-covered clit. I let out a small gasp, bucking my hips up a bit as I leaned my head back.

 “Fuck, Troy,” I moaned out a little louder as he pressed his thumb harder against my clit, his lips wrapping around one of my nipples. Troy’s tongue circled around my nipple, tugging on it with his teeth before moving onto the next one. I mewled quietly, gripping his hair as he pushed my panties to the side, stroking his fingers through my wet folds.

 Troy’s lips left my nipple, staring up at me as he slid two of his fingers into me. I arch my back, letting out a low moan as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me. He placed a soft kiss to my lips before nuzzling his head into my neck. “You like this baby?” He whispered huskily into my ear, goosebumps spreading across my arms as I shivered.

 “Y-Yes. It’d be better if you went faster, though,” I moaned out, gripping his bicep as his fingers began to move faster, leaving small kisses on my neck. The tips of his fingers brushed my sweet spot, moaning out his name.

 My hands moved to his cheeks, pulling his face up towards mine, pressing our lips together as his fingers left my folds. Troy let out a deep breath, running his fingers through my hair as his other hand fumbled with his belt. He managed to get it off with one hand, pulling his pants and boxers off.

 I sat up as he laid down on the bed, his hand wrapped around his length, smirking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, glad he couldn’t see me blush furiously. I was about to go down on him, my hand grasping his hardened length when he stopped me.

 “I need you now,” Troy growled, sitting up slightly, connecting our lips, softly biting my bottom lip. “Ride me well, baby girl,” He muttered against my lips, his hands wrapping around my thighs, bringing me onto his lap.

 -

 I woke up to the sun in my eyes, groaning as I sat up, looking around the room. I frowned, remembering the events of last night before Troy and I had our intimate moment. I glanced down at the sleeping man, already feeling my eyes stinging. I grabbed the hand that was resting on my stomach, pressing my lips to the back of his hand.

 I slipped out of bed, quietly getting dressed as my mind raced with thoughts. I don’t want him to leave. I sniffled quietly, wiping the tear that managed to escape from my eye as there was a knock on the door. “Troy,” I muttered, crouching in front of the bed, analyzing his peaceful face. “Baby, you gotta wake up,” I whispered, pushing some hair out of his face.

 Troy stirred, grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers as his eyes fluttered open. “Morning, Y/N,” His voice rasped out. I gave him a small smile, looking to the floor.

 “Someone’s here. Get dressed,” I told him, standing up before walking over to the door, seeing a very pale Jake standing on the other side of it.

 I opened the door as Troy finished getting dressed, sitting down at the table he sat at last night when he first got here. Jake gave me a small smile, hugging me tightly as I tried to hold the tears in.

 “How are you holding up?” He asked me and I shrugged, glancing over towards Troy.

 “Not very well. There was a point last night where it didn’t come to my mind,” I muttered while staring at Troy, his lips perking up a bit. “But now? I can’t handle it. Isn’t there any other way?” I asked Jake and he shook his head.

 I nodded my head, looking at the ground as I hugged my arms. “I’ll leave you two alone,” I whispered, walking out the door. I walked towards the group of people, finding myself standing next to Alicia. I felt her eyes on me as I glanced up, seeing her sad ones and I broke.

 A sob had escaped my throat as she wrapped her arms around me, rubbing my back softly while I cried in her chest. The others were staring at us, some with saddened faces while others had no emotion written on them at all. Troy and Jake walked out of the cabin, walking over to the truck as one of Walker’s men placed zip ties around his wrists.

 Maybe one day I’ll see you

Just smile and wave and be okay

For tonight Let's love like there's no goodbyes For tonight Pretend that it's all alright (all alright) Why don't we hold each other, use each other, whisper pretty lies? Just for tonight Let's love like there's no goodbyes (no goodbyes)

 “Y/N…” Troy called out and I lifted my head from Alicia’s shoulder, glancing towards him as me motioned for me to go over to him. “It’s going to be okay” He whispered, taking my hands in his as I shook my head.

 “It’s not, Troy. I-I can’t do this without you,” I muttered, tears sliding down my cheeks as I looked up at him. “I’ll find you. I promise you. I-I just need you to stay alive,” I whispered, gripping his shirt as he rested his forehead against mine.

 “I will. I love you,” He whispered quietly as more tears began to fall, sniffling. I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying as much of his company as I can before they take him away from me.

 “I love you too,” I muttered, pressing my lips to his, putting all the love I’ve had over the years for him into it.

 “Alright, c’mon,” Walker broke us up as one of his men put a bag over his head, placing him in the truck. Madison began to drive off as Jake stood next to me, rubbing my back softly.

I’ll find you, I thought to myself, my heart breaking slightly as I walked away from everyone.

[fanfics4all]

Moonlight

Request: Yes / No 

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Troy Otto x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 673

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

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It was early in the morning and I couldn’t sleep. Ever since the dead started walking it was hard for me to sleep. I knew we were safe, but my anxiety got bad sometimes, especially when I was alone. I got out of bed and put on Troy’s sweater that I had stolen. I put on my shoes and left my little house. The chill in the air nipped at my skin and I shivered a bit. Must be getting close to winter. I walked through the grass and took a deep breath of the fresh air. I was already starting to feel more relaxed. Everything around me was calming and peaceful, until a voice made me jump. 

“Y/N? What are you doing out here?” I opened my eyes and saw Troy standing in front of me. 

“Oh, just going for a walk. Couldn’t sleep.” I answered and Troy sighed. 

“You’re only wearing my sweater, you’ll freeze out here.” He said. 

“But I like the cold.” I said and he shook his head. 

“You’ll get sick, come here.” He said. I walked closer to him and he tucked he under his arm. 

“Better?” He asked and I blushed slightly. I nodded and he smiled. 

“Where were you going anyway?” He asked as we started walking. 

“That hill we used to hang out at as kids.” I answered and he smiled. 

“That is your favorite place, huh?” He asked and I nodded with a smile. 

“It’s away from everyone, it’s up high so you can see all around the area, and when the moon is out it’s perfectly bathed in moonlight.” I said and Troy smiled. 

“Don’t forget you can see the stars perfectly there too.” He said and my smile grew. 

Once we got to the top of the hill the view was just like how I remembered it. We could hear the sound of owls hooting and crickets chirping. It was almost like you could forget the dead were up and walking around. The two of us sat down and stared up at the sky. There were only a few clouds in the sky, but you could still see the bright stars which twinkled. 

“Hey Y/N?” Troy asked and I turned to face him. 

“Hmm?” I hummed. He lent forward and his lips were suddenly on mine. My eyes widened, but once I recovered from the shock, I kissed him back. Troy broke the kiss and leaned back with a small smirk. 

“T-Troy?” I asked. 

“You wanna be my girlfriend?” He asked and my eyes widened. 

“Are you serious?” I asked. 

“I’ve never been more serious about anything before in my life.” He answered and I couldn’t help but smile. I tackled him in a hug and giggled. 

“I love you, Troy.” I said and he chuckled. 

“I love you too. Have since we were kids.” He said and I looked up at him shocked. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” I asked and he shrugged. 

“I thought you were into Jake.” He said and I rolled my eyes at him. 

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you, Troy, I thought I was being pretty obvious…” I said and he laughed. 

“Jake always said you were into me, but I never believed him.” He said and I smacked his chest. 

“Maybe you should listen to your brother next time!” I said and he laughed. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He said and pecked my lips. 

“You better be.” I smiled. Troy held me in his arms as we watched the stars. My eyes started growing heavy and I snuggled closer to Troy. 

“Sleepy?” He asked and I nodded. He kissed the top of my head and lifted me up into his arms. 

“Let’s get you to bed then.” He said with a smile. 

“Troy?” I asked and he hummed in response. 

“Will you stay with me?” I asked. He looked down at me with a smile. 

“Always.” He said, making me smile and snuggle closer to his chest.

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[otto-serena]

Serena smiled gently at Troy's smirk, "they won't even know what hit them." She said gently, the darkness fading from her eyes as she looked at Troy, as he wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her closer until she was practically sitting in his lap. She let out a soft giggle and embraced Troy, gently wrapping her arms around him. One arm wrapped around his back, while her other hand rested on his good shoulder, and her hand found its way to his hair, her fingers running through his brown curls.

"I know. I know we will, and we'll be safe." Serena said gently, letting Troy hold her as close as he needed to. She needed it to, she needed to be close to him, to feel him, to hear him breathing. She just needed to be sure she was actually there with him. There would be times when she would sleep and dream of him, thinking she was back with him, thinking she had found him again, and then she would wake up. She woke up to the lack of him, and it felt like she was dying all over again.

Serena let out a soft laugh as Troy mumbled against her shirt, "I always run warm, you know that." She said leaning her chin against his head.

"You grew your hair longer," Serena commented gently as she absentmindedly played with his hair, "I like it."

He smirks, "It does seem dangerous for them." Troy hums and despite his injury wraps his arms around her waist yanking her as close as possible until his chin is digging into her shirt. She's warm, close, his. Troy lets out a long breath. "We're going to do this." He promises. "We're going to build something. It's going to last." Troy misses Broke Jaw more than anything minus his family. It's the place he grew up, what he always knew. It's where things are safe. He wants that for Tracy, a place she can be a kid, enjoy running her hands on the tall grass. Not that there's a lot of open plains here but he'll find something similar. She deserves peace. His hands tighten on Serena's shirt. She still smells the same, it draws back a dozen memories. He turns to nuzzle his face into her chest, desperate to be as close as possible. To feel her fingers in his hair and her voice in his ear, to know he is safe. He kisses her shirt and sighs, mumbling into the fabric, "You're warm."

[e-m-christina]

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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

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Dreams

PROMPT: #47“Were you dreaming about me again?”

PAIRING: Troy Otto X Fem. Reader (FTWD)

WARNINGS: Fluff with suggestive themes

The other sides of this experiment fic can be found in the masterlist

The Experiment: Me being me, I cannot just exist being in one single fandom. But I feel bad writing only one fandom because at the moment that is what my little, broken heart wants. So for a little bit, I am challenging myself by having a prompt that I write for 1 fandom... and only changing it slightly to then make it work into another.

Will it work? Probably not.

Will I get bored of doing this? Most likely.

Will I still try? Fuck yes.

Your legs began quaking, a shiver running down your spine as you awoke from a deep slumber sitting up straight with a heavy pant. The sheets beneath where you had layed are damp from the sweat beading down the back of your neck, hairs slickened to your skin. 

The door to the cabin squealed as the door carefully opened. The smell of fresh tea wafted through your senses, calming the rush of fear and adrenaline that had woken you up. 

Troy greeted you with a mischievous grin, the mug in his hand steaming against the perfect bone structure of his features as he peered back, the morning light steaming trough the cracks in the door over his skin. 

“Were you dreaming about me again?” Troy had yet to read the room, especially the woman before him. He had heard your moans as he was getting ready to start a fire. Not wanting to wake his lady from a wet dream, he decided to fix you a perfect cup of your favorite tea for when you awoke instead. 

He hadn’t know about what happened after he left the small, wooden cabin. Your moans turned into cries. Your breathing faultered and your body shook in agony as you lived out your perfect nightmare. 

It seemed so real. 

It felt so real. 

You gave a tired smile. your eyes searched the room, grounding yourself back into reality. Troy didn’t miss this, seeing a single bead of moisture fall from your brow, he rushed over to your side. His hands caressing your own as his warmth helped ease your nightmare further and further. With him there, you were safe. 

You were safe.

Troy pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your frame tight. You could feel his heart beating against your skin and his breath tickling the still slick skin of your expose neck. your head layed in the crook of his own were you could inhale his musty scent, something that would easily turn you off with any other man, but with him is was inviting. 

His hands kept you in place for a while, both sitting in silence wrapped in each other's arms, legs, and anything else they could possibly touch. When your breathing regulated and your mind shook off the pain of what you had seen and felt, you whispered into the soft skin of Troy’s neck. 

“I would have rathered to be dreaming about you.” 

His body shook with a chuckle. Moving his hands slowly down your back, one landed on the exposed skin just above your green panties. His fingertips ghosting the edge of the lace. Feeling your warm skin raise into goosebumps beneath his touch. 

“I would have rathered you had dreaming of me too,” His voice began to turn more rugged. You didn’t have to see his face to know that Troy’s pupils were beginning to dilate, or know he had that mischievous little grin on his lips. Swallowing hard, you tried to hide your own nervous giggle. 

“But I would rather act out that dream instead, if I’m being honest.” 

[noemitenshi]

Excerpt

God, these feelings. His eyes burned just thinking about it, about how he felt accepted, adored, even. How he felt like he’d belonged right here with this man, his enemy, when no one back at the ranch had never quite managed to give this to him so effortlessly. How was he supposed to deal with this? How was he supposed to fight the Indian now?! When all he wanted to do was stay right here, beg him to be allowed to stay forever (and how laughably weak and utterly pathetic was that?). To feel so utterly devoted to the first person that showed him even an ounce of affection.

A broken sob threatened to escape – and he feared if he let it, he may never stop, may be swallowed up by this sudden desperation -the grief- that had swept over him, engulfing him, leaving no room for else. The indescribable pleasure he’d felt just moments ago nothing but a distant memory now, if even that, the wail in his lungs expanding further and further until he thought it would choke him – or break his ribcage open, split him up and why the fuck had the Indian done this to him!? It was that assholes fault,  of course it was. He’d found another way to make Troy suffer, just like he had before, had done it now so thoroughly Troy may never recover and fury finally slammed into him. Fury he welcomed. Of course he was furious, that was why he’d come here! That fucking stunt they’d pulled with the poisoned coffee, him wanting to get revenge—

His body moved, swiftly, all these malcontent feelings needing an out, and before the Indian had even registered the threat that Troy was, Troy had him straddled, a knife pressed to his throat with teeth gritted and grip white-knuckled.

And only when he gazed upon the Indian’s face, expecting to see… defiance, anger, fear? and instead seeing him meet Troy’s gaze unflinchingly did he feel the echo of eerie familiarity – the unmistakable feeling of déjà vu. He’d been in this situation before. Then, too, he’d been split open, laid bare unexpectedly and the same helpless desperation dressed as ruthless fury had been in him.

He was sure the Indian could  tell, could see his red-rimmed eyes (even though he hadn’t let a tear slip), could see his frayed expression. If he killed him, it would all be over. He’d take back control, take back all these things the other man had taken from him. He should, oh god, he should! Should slit him open, ear to ear, gift him a permanent  smile—

[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.

[sombrashe]

Troy Otto Masterlist

Reader will always be envisioned chubby

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♡ Heat (alternative link) ♡

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summary toxic relationship which should end in a breakup, but instead ends up with you both in his bed

♡ Thigh Riding (alternative link) ♡

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headcanons

♡ Troy is a Gentleman

♡ Troy and Narcotics

♡ A Story of a Hated Man

♡ Troy's Love Language

♡ Cuddling

♡ General Smut

♡ Kinks

♡ Tying Troy up

headcanon / drabble

♡ Fat Dick Style 🙏🏻

drabbles

♡ Troy and Gifts

♡ shopping spree

♡ Random Thoughts

Troy and Eating P♡ssy

♡ "Just the Tip"

♡ Giving Troy Head & tying him up

♡ High Sex

♡ High Sex 2

♡ FAT TROY FAT TROY

♡ sweet troy

♡ sweet troy 2

♡ sweet troy 3

♡ sweet troy 4

♡ thigh riding

♡ A Common Negative ♡ Discontinued

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summary If you ask anyone about Troy Otto, they all have issues with him, but there's always one common negative they have to say about him, "Be careful. He's unstable."

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