"I'm just trying to protect you" "I don't need your protection" "We'll that's too damn bad" - COMPLETED Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader enemies to lovers-ish campaign accurate (spoilers!) contains smut female reader

TRUST NO ONE. KEEP MOVING. STAY ALIVE. When the outbreak came and the dead walked Jo and her family promised one another to survive no matter what. Months of running did nothing but take the people Jo loved. Now all that's left are Jo and her sister and it's up to her to keep them both safe. When her sister becomes ill they are picked up by a group who claim to want to help them. Their leader, Rick, was a police officer and refuses to leave them behind. The others are eager to welcome them into the fold but Jo finds herself holding back, hesitant to trust anyone. The longer she stays with the group the closer she finds herself coming to Daryl in particular. Jo wants desperately to keep her and her sister safe, and trust is not something easily earned or given in this new world. And Jo will be forced to learn the hard way it's not just the dead that should be feared. I don't own/have any rights to TWD or its characters, scenes etc. Just my new characters and scenarios. Please don't plagiarize - Jo is mine. I have changed a few things, but tried to stay true to the original characters. This story starts in season one and will follow the story line of the TV show all the way through with the addition of original scenes. Highest Ranked #92 in Fanfic #1 in TWD #1 in Daryl Dixon

*FOLLOWS ALONG WITH THE SHOW* Michaela Simmonds was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia, the daughter of a paranoid war veteran father, and an industrious mother who worked as a nurse at Grady Memorial Hospital. Tragedy strikes and she is forced to leave her childhood behind and grow up before her prime. As she gets older, she uses the skills given to her as a child to survive, helping her greatly when the world spirals into an apocalyptic hell hole filled with cannibalistic creatures. That's when she meets Daryl Dixon. Question is, will she choose the childhood friend over her new family she has come to love?

Book One in Beloved In Battle Series. Pairing: König x (Y/N) Mori ꧁𓊈༒𓊉꧂ The man looked startled and then hid in the house with the other three, a crash and grunting was heard inside the cabin. I twisted my head to try and get a look inside. A large man wearing a sniper hood exited the cabin by ducking his head down and tilting his large shoulders to walk out the door. "Stay the fuck away from me!" I shouted as the man walked, more like sauntering my way, I tugged at the ties binding me and shook, "I will fucking kill you! Don't touch me!" The man stood beside my chair, His light voice startled me as he spoke with a lithe German accent, "König here, four hostiles dead, how copy?" I couldn't hear a reply but a shadow passed behind the quad before appearing in front of the light. "Good job, mate," Price's accent sounded like heaven to my ears, he suddenly turned his eyes to me. They softened as he spoke, "You held out, good job." Currently unedited Long Chapters Mature Themes

"They call her 'The Grim Reaper' she's a good soldier, she doesn't speak, due to her trauma in childhood. Doctors say she can speak she just chose not to .. she will be helping you on task 141 until said otherwise. She's one of the best we have" Captain price nodded his head, then shepherded spoke "go get your belongings you'll be staying with them a while, your leaving in 10" all I did was nod and left to grab my stuff from my room. || I do not own any of the characters in the book besides (y/n) and somewhat of the storyline thank you and enjoy, you simps ||

As a military personnel would call it, this was a mission you would've never thought of going on before. When a multi-million dollar US aircraft was stolen, it's only up to it's creator, Y/n, to find it and bring it home. Task Force 141 assists as she goes through this mission, and a member of their squadron takes her for a whole new path. (This story is completely in an AU from my imagination. Some will be cannon, but majority is from my creativity.) *IMPORTANT NOTE* the reader has a last name (Elliott) so this story will be easier for me to write. I feel that it is better to have an actual last name besides "L/n", as it is used in majority of stories. The first name is Y/n.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader. This will be spicy slow burning romance between you and Lt. Riley, one of your colleagues in task force 141. 18+ warning (violence, harsh language and smut, and more. read at your own risk) First time writing fanfic and I barely know how to use this app and english isn't my first language, so please bear with me, I will do my best! These stories are not following any of the actual stories in Activision's games, all credits to them for making the characters and universe.

The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong? // I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe. My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her. Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from. I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel. *** Start date - August 10 2021 *** #1 in Harry #1 in dark #1 in Harrystyles #1 in Niallhoran #1 in ZaynMalik #1 in LouisTomlinson #1 in LiamPayne