#znation fanfiction

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 20

A/N: Getting close to the end guys! Does anyone have any ideas for another series or blurbs? Open to suggestions.

Chapter 20

10k stayed in and out of consciousness, so much to the point I was starting to worry. Eventually, by luck, we met up with Warren and the others. 

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this” Warren spoke, glancing back at me in the rearview mirror. 

I shook my head, “All good” though I’m not sure it was. 

“How’s your little girl?” She smiled fondly at the memory of her. 

A small smile tugged on my lips, “She’s good, talking, being a menace” which earned a chuckle from Warren. 

“Where is your daughter now?” Hector, who I managed to learn they had beef with for a while but was now on our side. 

I winced, “it’s a long story, but she's with this couple that took us in. Very fortified place”

Hector nodded and mumbled something about that being nice as Doctor Sun Mei glanced back at 10k who slept, she said nothing but looked skeptical. 

“What can you tell us about Murphy town?” Warren asked. 

I shook my head. “Not much, there’s a lot of security, a zombie moat, and these people just listen to him”

“Now that’s odd” Warren grunted, I nodded. 

“That’s all I got before he knocked me out” I stated 

Hector raised an eyebrow “knocked you out?”

I nodded, “yeah, woke up in a psych ward, that’s how I met up with doc and 10k”

“Oh you’re gonna wanna hear this!” Doc piped up and went on to tell the whole story, I snorted, laughing at some of the funny parts. 

“Sounds like you guys have been up to quite a bit” Addy pipes up. I nod. The ride continued swapping stories of zombies, family before, and just what we wish the world was now. 

Warren pulled to a stop at a lookout that gave us a good view of Murphy's little village. If it came to a fight I don't know if I'd be able to go down swinging. I promised I'd make it back to Em. 

I sighed quietly, taking a look at 10k who was still passed out. Good, sleep it off. The more time I have to plan out this conversation the better. 

Warren decided to set up camp here, so we sat around a low-burning fire eating beans Maggie packed for me. I stood taking what was left of my bowl over to the opened trunk of the car where 10k lay. Though instead of asleep, his eyes were open staring at the roof of the car. His head turned my way. Fuck. 

“How long have you been here?” He asked, voice still groggy from sleep, or drugs, or Murphy, hell maybe a combo. 

I took a breath, “been here a while” he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the trunk. 

He looked at the bowl in my hand and then back up to my face. “Come to really put a knife in my chest?” He deadpanned. 

No emotion was shown in his eyes, I glanced over to see if anyone was listening, if they were they were doing a good job hiding it. 

“I came to apologize, and save your ass” I offered up the bowl of beans, he crossed his arms over his chest in rejection so I set it on the edge of the trunk beside him. 

He stayed silent, either not wanting to listen or telling me to continue. Regardless I continued. “I was selfish, I chose Emma over you and the mission and I’m sorry.”

He loosened the tightness of his arms but his face remained stoic so I just went on, “Every waking moment I think about you, about us. fuck you’re in my dreams too. I was stupid and you can hate me all you want, I deserve it.” 

He remained silent, as tears threatened to spill. Heat ran its way up from my cheeks to the tops of my ears. I could tell he was in contemplation, I knew him all too well. “I would’ve gone with you,” he said, firm and truthful. “You could’ve just said something, everything could’ve been okay. All you had to do was just fucking say something!” His fist hit the carpet inside but still made a loud enough noise that made me jump. 

He went on, “The little savior act isn’t going to fix things. I should’ve known you would’ve picked that thing over me. I was happier thinking you were dead” 

I couldn’t stop the tear that fell down my cheek but I wasn’t about to cry in earshot of everyone else. I simply nodded and walked away, noticing we had gathered an audience. 

My feet carried me past the group, ignoring Warren calling out for me. This is exactly how I figured it would go. I should’ve just stayed at the farm. Crawling into one of the tents we set up, I laid on the sleeping bag and sobbed, Not caring about anyone hearing me. 

I sobbed, knowing you fucked up was one guilt but hearing it was a whole other level. I almost hadn’t heard Addy enter the tent. “Y/N, you wanna talk?”

Shaking my head earned a sigh from her, then some rustling and a sudden warmth at my back. I didn’t stray from her touch when she wrapped around me.

Addy rested her nose on the top of my head. A hand in my hair, rubbing in soothing circles. “I don’t think he means what he said,” she said lowly. So they had heard. 

I shook my head but she just shushed me, “Give him time, it’s obvious he’s not in the right mind at the moment”. It didn’t matter to me, somewhere deep in his mind he meant that. She held me, soothing me as I cried. Even as I fell asleep. 

That morning I woke alone, not that it bothered me. I was becoming used to waking up alone. I didn’t want to leave the safety of the tent. Leaving meant facing the group. Facing 10k. I couldn’t do that, though there wasn’t much choice in that matter. I’d have to leave eventually. 

Before I could even think about getting up Warren made her way into the tent, biscuit in hand which she offered out to me. I took it with a small smile. 

“He ran off” was all she said, I knew though. I just nodded and so she continued “We’re gonna fight, it'll be messy. I know you got that little girl to take care of so if you wanted to leave” Did I want to leave? I felt indifferent about fighting.

“If you find yourselves out our way, stop by,” I said, she nodded. I’m sure she knew what my choice was going to be. I told her how to find us, “when 10K gets fixed-“

She smiled, “I’ll send him your way, give that little girl a hug for me” I nodded and smiled, turning on my heel to face the tent. 

I didn’t waste time gathering my stuff. When I was done, I went to say my goodbyes but saw Addie talking to Warren who held a sullen expression on her face. 

Doc grabbed my attention as he said “I hate to see you go again” I turned to look at him. 

“I know, I want to stay and make sure he’s okay but I can’t.” He held his hand up as if he understood, “If I would’ve just stayed-“

“Hey, don’t. None of us could’ve known that Murphy was going to do that.” He placed a hand on my shoulder. “Murphy set that whole thing up, he knew what he was doing, it wasn’t your fault”

It was like everything clicked together, he truly had planned it all out. Fucker. He deserves everything that’s coming. “You bring him home to me,” I said, pulling Doc into a tight hug.

“We’ll be right behind you kiddo,” he said into my hair, slowly loosening his hold on me. With that, I left. 

Chapter 21

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[shibaleeart]

15 out of 23 chapters in and I have only known PAIN

gonna see what traumatized the hoes and report back

[occasionaloneshots]

Master List

These may not be all the fics on my page but they’re the ones I still will write for and am still at least slightly proud of. My requests are always open though, and I write for most of the characters from any topic I wrote about so feel free to ask about them

Key:

Multi part ⭐️

Song Fic 🎵

Head Canons 🖤

Holiday Related 🎁

Drabble ✏️

Requested *

Twilight Saga

Seth Clearwater

Firelight (she/her) The pack forgets that humans react to alcohol differently than they do and Seth’s imprint gets wasted - written in 2018

Leah Clearwater

Sleep (she/her) Leah’s imprint comes to visit her when she can’t sleep - written in 2021

The Way I Loved You (they/them) They got set up on a date with Angela but they’re just not ready to let go of Leah yet - written in 2021 🎵

No Reader Character

Disaster Quartet Seth, Jacob, Bella, and Emmett learn to get along after being around each other for so long - written 2021 🖤

Modern Cullens how life for the Cullen’s would change facing a pandemic - written in 2021 🖤

Santa Mug The Clearwaters spend Christmas with Charlie - written in 2021 ✏️🎁

Gingerbread Jacob and His friends spend Bella’s first Christmas Eve in Forks with her - written in 2021 🎁

Stephen King’s It

Bill Denbrough

Being Married to Bill (no pronouns used but pregnancy reference) - written in 2022 🖤 *

Stan Uris

Projector (she/her) Stan is keeping Richie and their partner awake at night and she calls for a family meeting over it - written in 2021

Just Between Us (she/her) Stan has a secret relationship with Bill’s sister which just ends up hurting her - written 2021 ⭐️ 🎵

Richie Tozier

Projector (she/her) Stan is keeping Richie and their partner awake at night and she calls for a family meeting over it - written in 2021

But I Do (she/her) Richie misses Bill’s sister after her breakup with Stan, and not just because they were close as kids - written in 2022 ⭐️🎵

No Pairings x Readers

Being the Youngest Loser (she/her) joining the losers club while being a year younger - written in 2021 🖤⭐️

Flowers and Birds (she/her) the losers club comforts their youngest member on the anniversary of Pennywise taking her sister - written in 2021 ⭐️

No Reader Character

Soul (Reddie) heavily based off of Dean selling his soul in Supernatural- written in 2021

You Belong With Me (Reddie’s Version) Richie has a girlfriend that Eddie doesn’t like - written in 2021 🎵

Childhood the losers club before they were the losers club - written in 2021 🖤

Z Nation

10k

Ring (she/her) 10k finds his sister again after a long apocalypse and only believes it’s her when he sees her old ring (Georgia St. Claire x Reader Minor plot) - written in 2021

Georgia St. Claire

Ring (she/her) 10k finds his sister again after a long apocalypse and only believes it’s her when he sees her old ring (Georgia St. Claire x Reader Minor plot) - written in 2021

Stranger Things

No Reader Character

Modern Girls how I imagine modern Robin, Nancy, Max, El, Suzie, and Erica - written in 2022🖤

[thepineapplejuicer]

Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter

Part 5!

(None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren)

(gif not mine)

I watch as Doc and Cassandra begin to shake the trailer, moaning sexually and trying not to laugh. I hold my fist to my mouth and cough out the laughs quietly as I sit on the counter behind the door. Doc looks at me as mouths quietly, " You wanna help?!"

I shake my head and laugh softly.

"You guys are doing great, real convincing."

We all hear music approaching and I signal for them to wrap it up. Doc nods and in a surprised voice, he fakes as they hide behind the frame in front of the bed, "Wait! No! No! Not the knife!"  

I smile and jump off the counter as I hear the door click open. Two men enter the cramped trailer and look ahead of me, puzzled. I grin and roll my eyes, tapping one of them lightly on the shoulder. He turns on instinct and within seconds my fist collides into his nose, the bone shifting to the side. The second man moves his gun to aim, only to have the barrel of it caught in my palm. I yank it roughly away from him and use the but of it to smash into his face. I chuckle slightly as they fall down in pain, the first one still conscious. I grip the riffle like a bat and swing it up, hitting him square in the jaw.

Doc and Cassandra peek over and come out from cover, "Damn girl!" Doc laughs, "You pack a punch!" I shrug and throw the rifle to the ground. Suddenly I am rammed into the wall by a heavy man, "You're not taking my sunshine away again!" he says enraged, choking me. The moment Cassandra throws herself at him is when I realize that it must be Tobias Campbell. Doc and I watch as she stuns him with his own Taser.  Before I can ask if she is alright we hear a commotion coming from outside of the trailer, prompting us to run out the door. We watch as Charlie rams through the gate, stopping as the Zs enter the camp. Quickly, we jump into the truck with the others, speeding away as everyone in Tobias's camp is overrun by the undead.

I glanced around and smile at 10k in the trunk, "It looks like I missed one hell of an entrance."

He grinned and looked at Cassandra, the way he did...

I don't know why my stomach turned.

"Are you alright?" he asks her.

'Yeah I am, thanks for asking.' I answer in my mind.

I shift my sight somewhere else, unsure why I even had that much attitude in my mind or why I even cared if he was worried about me. A bitter whisper hushes me and tells me not to care about her answer. Doc squeezes my arm, "Those muscles of yours are the real heroes." he jokes. I fake a laugh and fold my arms, trying to push back my attitude.

I glance at 10k briefly only to see his eyes on Doc and Cassandra making my heart sink a little.

What the hell?

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The camp we set up next to the side of the road is sketchy, not a working lamppost for miles, the darkness of the forest giving off eerie sounds. Cassandra and I are assigned guard duty, but she is out of it more than usual as the others sleep. I wait a couple of minutes, wondering what I should say, I don't know all the details of what she went through, but enough to make me uncomfortable. Finally, after a frog jumped into the road, scaring her out of her skin and turning it into roadkill I knew I had to say something.

Cassandra stares at the frog, the regret of killing it quickly eating her alive- uh probably bad turn of phrase. I sigh, offering a dry chuckle, "It was probably a zombie frog."

She smiles half-heartedly but doesn't say anything.

"I once bit off a guy's lip, I might have eaten a chunk, I can't remember since that fight is a blur. Well, they kind of all are." I start but trail off as I realize she was staring at me. "Not that I know what you went through, sorry, I was just trying to-." I pause, "I haven't exactly mastered the whole comforting thing."

It's silent.

Awkwardly silent.

Painfully silent.

At this point, I don't care if gunshots or a bomb breaks the silence.

"It shows," she whispers with a small smile.

Again with the silence.

"Uh," I sigh and turn to her, "Look I'm not good at talking, but if you ever need someone to listen. I understand what you're going through. Maybe not the whole eating flesh thing, but I know what it is like to run away from something you don't want to be."

I feel her staring at me as I look at my hands. "Did you want to be a boxer?"

I think for a moment after she asks that simple question.

To be honest I was never asked that by someone else. I didn't even know how to answer.

'Why don't you make yourself useful!'

His voice again, gone, but still staining every cell in my body. The feeling of getting beat to the ground by strangers, the smell of dirty blood money, the sound of bottles clanking like the bells before a fight. His large hand on my shoulder, grinning in approval- the only thing I earned from my near-death experiences.

The horrible fact that as early as the age of eleven I hated my father.

Finally, I look at her, "My father wanted me to."

She doesn't answer.

"But you know what?" she looks up again as I speak, "Now, you and I, can be anything we damn well please."

Honestly, I don't know if that helped, but I got a meaningful smile out of her so that was good enough for me. But to be sure I nudge her, "so do you count yourself as a vegetarian or vegan?"

She laughs to herself, trying not to wake the others as she playfully slaps my arm. The sound of her snickering is actually comforting. Although, now I'm the one who is struggling to smile.

God, I'm getting too close.

@anonmously-anonomous

[chaos2go0]

While waiting for word to load my fanfic I'll-

Nevermind it loaded

[dedeinspire]

Bite Mark | Z Nation 10k Fanatic (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/gVKEP2yV93

“This Bite Mark crap is really annoying.”

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In which a girl meets a real sharp shooter and maybe falls in love in the worst time ever. A zombie apocalypse.

Check it out it’d mean a lot

[zombiezballs]

Touch -  10k/Reader

Fetish/Kink: Mutual Masturbation

Triggers: Female anatomy used, bad and short

Request from anon;

I love your writing! Your 10k fics kill me. I need a mutual masturbation 10k fic!!!

Neither one knew how they ended up this way, panting and groaning while their hands worked deftly on themselves. Her leg crossed over one of his, his hand laid against the thigh, gently squeezing it every few minutes. 

Her head fell to the side, hitting his shoulder and staying there while her fingers continued to work herself over, gently rubbing over her oversensitive clit from previous orgasms, sparks still shooting though her body with each swipe and prod at her body.

He sat propped against the bed frame, taking comfort and the warmth from her body, his chest rising in falling faster than normal. His hands rubbing along his shaft to the head where pre-cum had gathered, his thumb swiped over it before sliding back down. He could feel the tightness in his stomach getting stronger while heat flooded though his body.

He could feel each time she got close, she’d push herself against him and her thighs would tremble under his hand. He squeeze harder during those times and revel in the sounds that fall from he lips during that time. Three orgasms in he could tell she was spent her fingers didn’t move with as much determination as they had earlier.

She must have noticed that he was close, his body must have tensed or his breaths got heavier and more uneven, she leaned over pressing sloppy wet kissed against his neck. His body gave in and his cock shot out ropes of warm cum, most of it landing against his lower stomach some of it going higher.

She moved back to his side, her thighs moving together while still shaking, while he used his discarded bandanna and wiped his stomach clean before looking back to her. Taking in her sweat soaked forehead  and her fingers that will still glistening in the light from the window. He broke the silence first, “Theres a well out back, its probably connected to the showers.” It was a simple statement but an obvious offer which she must have picked up on judging back the happy smile that spread across her face.

[doinurmommy]

Dad Jokes update!!!

Im almost done with chapter one's rewrite and boy have I given you guys a bunch of extra scenes that I hope you like. I kept all of the orginal scenes and the dialogue from them only changing it a little and changing the way i wrote their actions. I'll be uploading the rewrite every week after i get the first chapter out. I hope you guys like it. Again send me a message if you want to be tagged in the uploads.

[bettythedwarfqueen]

z nation

YES!!! I’m actually marathoning it right now, I’m on the ‘no mercy’ movie I think. Been busy with the fam business so I haven’t finished it quite yet. (I was actually thinking of writing some fanfiction for it since I’m so out of practice but idk)

[zaynmirrors]

Fire on Fire: Part 19 (10k)

I can’t fucking believe Murphy, well actually I can. He would find the only functioning correctional institute and then drug me and throw me in here in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. I’ve lost count of how many days I’ve been here, I should’ve started counting the medicine cups that are filled with fucking peanuts.

You want to know what he told them? I was a grieving widow, that had tried to commit suicide. Nurse Ratched “diagnosed” me with severe depression, and postpartum psychosis because he also told her my child died and I hallucinated a girl named Emma. He really covered his fucking bases. That nurse will never let me leave now. 

I stayed locked in this padded cell day in and day out. Nurse keeping me doped up enough to sleep majority of the day. Keeping track of the days were impossible even if I tried. I think one day I was conscious enough to hear them struggle putting someone in the padded cell next to me but also at the same time I could’ve imagined it.  

The door to my room opened, fucking nurse. “Get up Mrs. Gonzalez you’re moving to gen. pop.” Oh, yeah. I forgot to mention he gave them Angels last name to really twist the knife. How he knew Angels last name was beyond me but regardless he knew it. 

I stood with the nurses help. She walked around me to stop at my back, carefully undoing the straps to the straight jacket that kept me contained. I could break her neck easily, that would be if it weren’t for the sedatives that still lived in my system. 

She led the way down twisting pale walls, to a common room where a mix of nut jobs walked around. She introduced them, all except for the one in the straight jacket. Who in all honesty kinda looked like Doc. Holy shit that was Doc. 

Now play it cool y/n, I sat down in the seat next to him, hearing him groan softly. A couple other patients following suit. We all sat there staring at one another until Doc awoke. Of course she mistook him for an actual doctor though I guess he really is one with his PhD. 

He looked over at me keeping his face stoic. How we seemed to end up together was beyond me but I’ll gladly have the universe on my side. She of course made him diagnose patients to prove his skill was true. 

“Mrs Gonzalez is our second newest patient, dropped off by her poor uncle. I was hesitant to take her in but once he said she had lost both her husband and child and was trying to join them, I knew I had to take her on.” oh spare me the righteousness act. “Would you join me Doctor to look at the newest intake?”

“Uh sure” Doc got up and went with her. I sat there alone counting down the seconds for that familiar face to show back up. Nothing against the other patrons but they weren’t my cup of tea. When Doc came back his face was unreadable. 

He spoke with the nurse, I could hear bits and pieces about the patient needed meds. I stood walking closer to listen in. Doc was needing to run recon into an infested ward to get this poor patient meds. 

Nurse Ratched tried to talk him out of it, saying it was a death march but Doc denied, said he’d be okay. So we all took a field trip to the infested ward that you just had to walk through to get the medications. Doc grabbed a broken IV pole as I said “I’m going with you Doctor” before Nurse Ratched had any time to detest Doc handed me the other half of the IV pole. Nurse Ratched sighed heavily and opened the door.  

Once the doors shut behind us we headed down the hall. “How the hell did you get here” Doc started but stopped before asking anything else as a Z came toward him. He easily piked it. “Murphy” was the only answer he needed before he sighed and said “Damn Murphy, hey kid not to freak you out but we’re getting meds for 10K” 

I paused, every emotion I could think of running through me at once and just landing in the pit of my stomach. “He’s here?” Doc nodded, I pushed the feelings that threatened to spill out of my throat down. “What’s going on?”

Doc sighed entering the pharmacy, “I don’t know, he’s all kinds of fucked up right now” opening the cabinets he began taking bottles of medication and putting them in the pillow case. “He’s mumbling about you and Emma, hell murphy too.” Guilt panged in my chest, this wasn’t going to be easy. Seeing him and explaining everything all the while he’s for a lack of better words dying. 

I stayed silent as we made our way back, Pete the OCD patient letting us back in. Doc made off to the surgery suite they held 10K in. I stood at the door watching as Doc started mixing medications together and making some fucked science concoction. He pulled it up in a syringe as 10k started seizing again. “A little help!” Doc shouted towards me. 

I lept into action pulling him over to the side making sure he wouldn’t choke to death. Doc shoved the needle into his ass and injected him. 10K lolled back and laid there for a moment before julting up. “How you feel?” Doc asked. 

“I don’t know” He said before falling back against the gurney and immediately snoring. I walked out after that, not being able to see him like that and not being able to the thought of him waking up and seeing me. 

I sat in the common room after that, away in a corner with a book even though I’m wasn’t reading it in the slightest, just stared at the pages until they looked like alphabet soup. “Y/n” Doc said my name softly pulling me from my daze. I looked up at him to see Elvis holding onto a conscious 10k. “He’s still really out of it but we gotta get out of here” I couldn’t agree more. 

While they’re doing their recreation time we sneak out the back. “There’s bus over there” Doc says holding up 10ks almost dead weight. I run over and start hot wiring the bus and drive it as close to Doc and 10k as I can. 

Doc gets 10k louded and takes over the driver's seat, I take the seat behind him. 10K slept a couple seats behind us. “I literally have no idea what to say when he wakes up”

Doc sighed “Just tell him the truth, be honest with him. The kid loves you and I’m sure he’d understand” I could only hope he did. Only hope he didn’t resent me for what I did. I also hope that Emma was still doing okay. 

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@missricecrispy

Part 20

[zombies-and-trolls]

I’m opening requests for fanfiction from these sources:

Trollhunters and all related media (I may need to see the new show and rewatch wizards, but the main one I’m solid on)

Znation (Again, may need to rewatch the ending because a LOT of stuff happens and I have a small brain)

iZombie (I am literally so solid on this, bring it on)

Santa Clarita Diet (Need to rewatch the ending)

Anything completely fictional related to zombies, any ideas you have, or characters, etcetera. 

I will do most ships you send for a lot of these, even if they aren’t cannon

[thepineapplejuicer]

Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter

Part 4 is now up, its a little short but I enjoyed the little part with 10k

(None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren)

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"Worse than Zs, huh?" I ask sarcastically as I poke at the cut on my head. 10k glances at me and grabs my wrist loosely. Cassandra begins to panic with tears in her eyes, "I'm being serious! They are worse than anything." 10k whispers to me as he places my hand down, "Stop touching it." I'm touched by his concern, but somehow my expression translates into an eye roll. "Where are they?" Mack asks bringing me back to the situation. "No, no I'm not going back." Cassandra backs away only to be stopped by Warren. "It's your fault Addy's gone, I don't care what you're so afraid of, you are going to show us where they are." Mack's voice is stern and hostile, I don't blame him to lose the person you love? I couldn't imagine. Really I couldn't. "They eat human flesh!" Cassandra yells. "How is that possible the infection is poisonous," Charlie states out. Cassandra stops and looks down, her tears hitting the pavement. In the tiniest whisper, she chokes out, "not if you eat it while it's alive." On instinct, all of our faces cringe and we let out a disgusted noise. I smirk, "I thought I was brutal." *********************** I stay down besides 10k as we watch Charlie negotiate with Addy's captor. We see her being pulled out and yelling for Charlie, behind me I hear Warren trying to keep Mack from bolting for her. We wait. I look over to 10k, his hands caressing the rifle, eye glued to the scope. I can't help but look at every feature. The way he looks when he lines up a shot shows more emotion than he regularly has. I chuckle to myself when I see his mouth open, his tongue lightly pressing on the back of his front tooth. Complete and total concentration is plastered on his whole persona. Even I feel a little weak around him. Suddenly the best sniper becomes the biggest dork-- 10k fires a shot without warning and the ringing in my ear is brought back, stinging even more. I shut my eyes tight, applying pressure to my right ear, groaning in pain. A muffled voice peels through the buzzing. The words are said again followed by a hand on my lower back, "Are you alright, Maren?" I turn to see 10k, slightly surprised at the worried look on his face. I nod quickly so that he can aim again, in case Charlie needed him to fire a shot, but he kept his hand on me. We keep our eyes on each other and I fake a grin, "Yeah, probably not smart to be next to you right now." He frowns, taken back a little, "right." He says softly, taking his hand away from me. I get up and move next to mack and Warren, it isn't until I kneel down do I realize what I had said. "I meant because your gun and shooting and it's loud so-" I stop awkwardly as he and the others turn to me. "Uh. Yeah." I mutter, shutting up. What the hell was that? Why did he look so-- A rumbling snaps our heads toward Charlie. Shimmers of bullets send us to duck into the ditches of dirt. "Great. They have a minigun." I say sarcastically. The gun stops shooting and we pull ourselves to peek over the dirt ditch. "Cassandra!" I hear Warren yell followed by Cassandra's huffing as she runs to the gate. None of us go after her as she reaches Charlie. I can feel the oxygen around me get thinner as we all hold our breaths and watch the three of our friends in the hands of cannibals. The moment we see Addy in Charlie's arms we dash to the truck and Doc reverses towards them. Addy gets in and immediately falls into Mack's arms crying hysterically.  I watch from the back window of the truck as he holds her in the trunk's metal bed. "Where is Cassandra?" Doc asks as Charlie climbs into the passenger seat. A look is exchanged by the both of them and Doc shifts gears, swerving onto the road. ****************** "Stop! Stop the car!" Addy yells, jumping out of the trunk before we completely stop. We all exit and listen to Addy as she panics. "We aren't just gonna leave her there, are we?!" She screams. "Yes." Mack, Murphy, Doc, and Charlie say as Warren, 10k and I oppose them with, "No." The group, including me, picks an answer dividing us into saviors and abandoners. "We are not leaving her." Warren states. "She lied to us," Mack says softly trying to calm Addy. She just moves away disgusted by his answer. "Pretty boy is right. Not like she is a saint." Murphy adds to the argument. "She did what she had to in order to survive!" Addy cries. "Well if I were in her shoes I think a bullet to the brain would be more practical than eating HUMAN FLESH." His sarcastic comment automatically sent my hands around his collar. "Dammit, one of these days I' ma pop you right in the mouth!" I yell, "From the moment shit hit the fan you've had someone protecting you, giving their lives for you. You have no idea what you would or have to do to survive!-" "And you do?" He questions sternly. My heart stops, aching as I loosen my grip on his shirt. Every memory. Everything I did. All of it; every sickening detail all came back at once. Without hesitation, I throw Murphy to the ground, with little effort. "Stop it both of you," Warren demands, stepping between us. I don't take my eyes off of Murphy, if I had my hands on him I would kill him. "We need a plan." Charlie sighs, "If we are going to get her out of there we need to get passed that minigun and that gate." Charlie thinks for a moment then looks at me, "How many guys can you take down?" "May I remind you that they have Ak47s?" I answer laughing dryly. "What if you had the jump on 'em." I shrug, "Maybe two or three based on their size. But again, I would prefer not to get shot." He smiles and points at an RV sitting on the side of the road, "You won't have to."

[bakugous-forehead]

Shooting Range ~ 10K/Reader

You grinned as 10K hit his mark every time. You noted the way he relaxed his shoulders slightly after every shot, the way he shifted slightly and the cute squint he made when he was aiming. It made you want to reach out and-

Another gunshot fired through the air, his rival Brittney hitting her mark perfectly. You scoffed internally as you watched her turn back towards 10K and smile triumphantly. You were irritated by her presence.

Why did she have to be pretty and good at shooting. You could barely hit a immobile zombie from a few feet away, much preferring manual weapons like knives or swords. The sooner you guys were out of this place, the better.

"We need to get out of here," Doc whispered in your ear from behind you, your eyes still focused on 10K's.

"We can't, not yet." You nodded your head towards 10K.

"He's still in it? That's our boy." Doc grinned and you blushed slightly, our boy.

"Zombies! Zombies inside the perimeter." You heard from behind you as you looked down to see Brittney's father telling her to stay put as he went to take care of the Z's. Your heart beat sped up as you shuffled your feet slightly, you needed a vehicle.

"This is for all the cookies, FIRE" Sketchy yelled through his makeshift speaker, you turned to look back towards the two snipers, crossing your fingers.

"Ladies first." 10K smiled at his opponent and you felt a twinge of jealously. Why was he acting so cool and coy with her?

"I'm no lady." She replied and it almost made you more annoyed, did that constitute as flirting? You had no idea, but you disliked her all the same.

10K leaned forward slightly once more and without an ounce of hesitation aimed for his target, bull's-eye.

Sleazy shouted something about a tie when Brittney managed to get her bullet through the same hole in the Z that 10K had created, but the crowd began to boo to which Sketchy replied it would be going into sudden death.

Doc hit you on the shoulder as you noted the hoard coming towards you. 10K and Brittney promptly began to shoot towards the Z's, hitting each perfectly each time. 

"The driver, the driver" Sketchy shouted towards the Ice-Cream van where a group of zombies were attacking, "Give him mercy."

A bullet instantly flew through the air from 10K's gun as Brittney looked on in confusion, 10K hit him perfectly between the eyes.

"Nice shootin', Looks like we have ourselves a winner." Sketchy called out through the traffic cone.

"Wow, 10K! Well done!" You surged towards the young male, reaching up to wrap him in a tight hug, "You did it, I knew you could!" 10K didn't hug back and you felt his eyes on Brittany behind him. You leaned back and tried to make eye contact with him, grabbing his tensed arm slightly.

"Nice job kid," Doc slapped him on the shoulder, "Now let's get our prize and get the hell out of here."

"To the victor goes the spoils." 10K was handed the Barrett M82 and you grinned at the loving look he was giving the gun, as if he was a child that was told he could have any candy in the store he wanted. 10K glanced through the viewfinder, bracing the weight of the gun as he positioned it into an aiming position. You noted how his muscles moved slightly under the weight of the gun and you felt your cheeks heat up as you watched him.

Cassandra hit him on the shoulder to hurry up as you began running after Doc. You noted that he hadn't followed you but instead followed Brittany's route. You silently hoped you'd be getting out soon before the green eyed monster inside you erupted. It wasn't as if 10K was even yours but there was still a part of you that felt some sort of entitlement towards 10K. You were sure the fleeting glances and midnight conversations meant something. They had to. 

You sat in the back of the truck, waiting for 10K. Where the heck was he? Doc opened the front door and stood up from inside towards a figure and you knew it had to be 10K, Thank God.

10K ran towards you but a Z came out of nowhere and clung him in a bear hug, it was too close for him to get a good shot and he was struggling desperately which meant Warren couldn't aim either. You stood and made to jump out of the truck, unholstering your knife when you heard gunfire from behind you and watched as the Z, now with a large hole in it's head, fell to the ground.

You didn't even need to turn to know who had fired that shot and you sat back down in a huff. Doc had to run over and grab 10K out of his stupor and dragged him into the truck.

"Did ya get some, kid?" Doc laughed, slapping 10K on the shoulder as he climbed into the truck.

A roar of sound came from behind you as you noted the Zunami that was coming towards you, you gripped 10K's arm, trying to pull him with you towards the vehicle.

"Were you jealous?" You noted the sly look on Cassandra's face as she leaned over to whisper in your ear.

"No," you scoffed, directing your gaze out the window and crossing your arms. You felt someone's gaze on you as you looked up to see 10K's eye's on you through the rear view mirror, even with all the Z blood on his face he still looked perfect, you smiled slightly towards him as his eye's drifted shut.

[the-plaid-mercenary]

I don’t know if there’s anyone else who ships Doc and 10k, but I have a few oneshots up on my ao3 that I wrote for them if you wanna check them out. Link here: Link

I mean come on, they’re adorable.

[kitty084]

Sending a big hello to my fellow fandom fanatics and particularly to my followers. I know I haven’t written many fanfictions, but I would be keen from advice or tips from anyone about writing. I will write about Shawn Mendes, Newt from the Maze Runner, Connor Brashier, 10k from znation, Gilbert Blythe and anyone else I think of. Please stay tuned. Lots of love xx

[claracivry]

10K gets hurt fighting off a bad guy (maybe gets sliced by a knife on his chest or stomach, nothing too horrible) and Cassandra helps him clean it, etc. Maybe some shippy undertones and lots of shirtless 10K

There you go, anon! Could you let me know if you liked it? Feedback is what fic writer’s dreams are made of, lol. Also, to anyone else out there, requests are very welcomeeee! Anything 10k related to h/c, whump, sick, angst and fluffiness (here are the ones done so far). Cassandra/10k looking after an injury under the cut!

“Cassandra, can you deal with 10k? I’m busy with Mack here.” Doc said, and handed her a rag, a bottle of water and some rags. “It’s just cleaning the wound and dressing it, and I’m sure he won’t give you much trouble. He’s not a complainer, that boy.”

“Sure.” She said, unable to refuse the kind old man. 

Truth was, she would have preferred to look after someone else. Not because she didn’t like 10k but… It was difficult. She was trying not to get involved, trying real hard. Getting involved would only lead to feelings, to problems, to disappointment, and death and grief. It was better not to get attached. Avoid issues. 

So she tried to ignore the kid’s shy looks in her direction, or how he sniped all the Zs coming her way, how he offered to share his food with her often… She wasn’t being very successful, though. It was becoming harder to ignore those puppy eyes. She needed to focus on the fact that he was too young, a baby. That would help avoid feelings, right? 

She was a woman. He was a boy. She was a woman cleaning the wound of a team mate, nothing else. 

Only it wasn’t going to be so easy.

She’d been hoping the wound to be on an arm, or a leg or something like that, but no. It was a long gash that crossed his diagonally from the left shoulder to the right part of his stomach. Which meant he was shirtless, and she could see all his chest and his belly button and those little bones that finish right up in the… Well, if she hadn’t thought of him as a man before, she was certainly thinking it now. Focus, Cassandra. The boy is hurt.

10k looked at her with a quizzing expression.

“I’m here to clean the wound and dress it. Doc’s orders.”

10k shook his head. 

“Don’t worry. I can do it myself.”

He didn’t want her to see him like this. So vulnerable, so naked, so human. He was the cool assassin of thousands of Zs, he was a legend. Not a hurt boy who winced and got teary eyed when he was in pain. Not at all. 

“Nonsense. I can do it so much better than you.”

He sighed and just nodded. He didn’t have the strength to fight her, he was too tired after their last fight, and having his chest slashed in half didn’t help. 

Cassandra got close (they were so close, they were too close) and started wiping the excess blood and dirt from the wound, being thorough, but trying not to hurt him more than necessary. The wound was deeper than it looked, so she had to be extra careful.

His skin was soft, perhaps a bit too hot. He wasn’t exactly muscular, he was too skinny for that, but he was clearly fit. The shadow of muscle of that endless marble skin, taunting her. His chest went up and down as he breathed, deeply, slowly. She could almost hear his heart beating under there, smelled his sweat and blood. And she liked it. But there was a job to do, and that she did. 

10k was doing his best to remain strong, not to let her see he was hurting. Think of something else, think of something else. Despite his best efforts, and although he managed to silence all manner of whimper and pitiful sounds, a couple tears fell when he scrunched his eyes shut. Way to look unmanly.

“Don’t worry, you’re being really brave” Cassandra’s voice said. “And I won’t tell anyone.

10k smiled. She really did mean it, she’d been with people before who had freaked out with much smaller injuries, and this boy had hardly made a sound. He really was brave, apart from deadly, and nice, and loyal, and she couldn’t deny anymore, good looking. The fact that he’d cried a bit only made him more adorable, more human. 

She gently wiped the tears off his face and smiled. Possibly the gentlest expression in her face since the whole damn apocalypse started. 10k smiled back, his face lighting up and abandoning all traces of pain. It was a sweet moment of bonding in the midst of hell, and Cassandra was suddenly glad that Doc had asked to do this.

Then, before starting with the dressing she took one last look at 10k bare chest, taking it all in. There were so few pleasures in apocalypse, one had to enjoy what life presented you with to the fullest. And then, she started thinking of other scenarios in which they’d need him to be shirtless. 

Perhaps the apocalypse wasn’t so bad after all.