"Pinky promise me that you won't be a dick to people who don't deserve it." "That's a bit juvenile, don't you think?" Jamie tried to deflect, but she pinned him to his spot with a glare, her outstretched hand unwavering. "Tartt," "Fine." He wrapped his pinky around hers, and she pretended as if she felt nothing under his touch. "Promise." 「☺ ☺ ☺ 」 season 1 - 3

In this Walking Dead fanfiction, Coen, a kind-hearted and skilled nurse, finds herself joining the group of survivors as they navigate the brutal world overrun by walkers. Despite the harshness of their reality, Coen's gentle nature brings a sense of calm and healing to the group, earning her their trust and affection. As she bonds with the others, she slowly becomes an integral part of their makeshift family. Among them is Daryl Dixon, whose tough exterior hides a vulnerable side that Coen is drawn to. As the two form a deep, unexpected connection, Coen discovers not only love but also a place to belong in a world filled with loss. Through trials, dangers, and moments of tenderness, she finds that even in the midst of chaos, there is room for hope and human connection. This fanfiction follows the TV show exclusively with the main character inserted. There will be a few original scenes and conversations to explore the main character more, however it sticks closely with the tv show. SLOW BURN Daryl Dixon/ fem oc

"Why do people say you're a monster?" "I think people are a little afraid to be read like a book, ya know? I'm just too good." - Exchange trips are scary. Being an exchange student in a giant school full of students that are much different than you is even scarier. When no one even gives you a second glance, it's nice when someone finally says hello. Not only do they say hello, but they greet you differently than everyone else. His smirks make you wonder what he's thinking, but Tendou has his mind set from the beginning: He is going to do everything he can to make you happy while you're here.

Daisy's father said, and she herself agreed, that the Weasleys were one peculiar bunch. They weren't as affluent, sociable, and affable as her other neighbours. They never came to the local kids' birthdays, they never invited the local kids to their kids' birthdays, they didn't have a phone, and all of her memories about them were completely absurd. So, naturally, when everyone told her to stay away, she did. Until little six year-old Fred accidentally spilled the beans and brought her into the world of magic... of its ruckus, playfulness, joy, but also its war and terror. Well... Let's just enjoy the ride. cr: icemacchiato | unedited start december 2020

THIS VERSION OF THE STORY IS NO DISCONTINUED. THE REWRITE OF THE END IS NEAR FOLLOWING BO HOWELL IS NOW UP ON MY ACCOUNT UNDER THE SAME NAME (THE END IS NEAR REMASTERED VERSION!) CONSIDER GIVING IT A READ!

Ataraxia is a state of serene calmness and peace. Something that Mabel Longbottom has never known.

ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ | "I never really enjoyed running, so forgive me if I role my eyes at your speed because Maximoff, you're not that impressive." LOST SOULS SERIES | BOOK 1 [MARVEL CINAMETIC UNIVERSE | AGE OF ULTRON] Plot by tinkertaydust Beautiful cover by @yuerise