Multi-fandom Imagines and Fan Fiction

Really silly request, but what about a (sort of) one-side Daryl/reader? Like Daryl gets a crush on this survivor who’s found wandering around Alexandria and is brought in to heal up. After her full recovery she starts saying she need to leave. More than once Daryl asks her to stay, but she replies she needs to search for her family, because she’s eaten up by guilt to not know if they’re still alive. (It’s not that she doesn’t like him, but she has this delusional urge to know) - anon

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Daryl saw you first when Michonne brought you into Alexandria. You looked exhausted, one arm over Michonne’s shoulder as she helped you to walk. Michonne had you bag over her other shoulder, the only thing you were carrying was compound bow and a handful of arrows. You were limping, and your feet were dragging, you were trying to speak but the words were stuttering and and faint.

Michonne yelled for help and Daryl and a few others immediately rushed to your aid. “She’s dehydrated, probably starving - but she’s not been bitten. Someone tell Deanna that I’ve brought her in. I’ll take her things, someone get her to Denise, she’s not going to stay standing much longer”

Daryl nodded and went to support you, but as soon as he took a step, you lost consciousness and began to fall. Daryl caught you instantly, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to Denise for medical attention.

Merle gets jealous when the reader interacts with other men so he finds ways to distract her

(Given it’s been so long since this blog has been active i’m really impressed by how many notes that it’s still getting so thank you very much everyone)

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None of this would have been allowed to happen if Merle hadn’t been allowed to go on a run by himself. You told Rick this several times. Merle managed to piss off almost everyone in the group by the time that you caught on to what he was doing.

Merle went a run by himself. He took the motorbike and a gun and headed for a supermarket that had been spotted on another run a few days before. He went without the metal prosthetic replacement for his hand, whining about it making it harder to ride the bike. He should only have been gone for three or four hours at the most.

Merle tries to hit on the reader with extremely bad pick up lines

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Merle Dixon was not a man who frequently dealt with his emotions. At least, he didn’t frequently deal with them well. So when it hit him that he did actually, deeply, care for you, he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

Loki is being a little shit so Thor asks for Loki’s wife (the reader) to keep Loki in check

Absolute crack!fic

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“Lady Y/N?”

You looked up from your book, “Yes Thor?” The tall blonde god, now your brother-in-law, was striding across the hall towards you, his hair stained a dangerously bright pink - you decided not to comment on that.

mind if I request a Yondu x Reader where reader gets her period and Yondu tries his hardest to comfort her? thank you so much - lonelyspacealien

You were curled up in a ball, blankets draped over you, pouting at the wall with your arms wrapped around your stomach. Everything hurt.

You groaned when the door was opened and light came flooding in, along with the harsh, booming voice of your partner. “Y’ll never believe it Y/N, them bastards… Y/N? Ya okay?”

You moaned and shook your head.

Star-Lord eating out the reader? - Anon

Pwp

The reader is a princess who Yondu has been hired to protect. After months of being on the ship, they start to enjoy their company and she lets it slip shes a virgin. Yondu offers to help with that

So this took a turn - bit of a slow burner, and (as it turns out) a little kinky. Featuring a little bit dom/ sub, public sex and voyour!Kraglin - all consentually. Also, a little alcohol consumption and swearing

More Kraglin in it than I was planning, but only at the end - it took on a life of it’s own

(Loooong fic) Enjoy

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Princess always seemed like too high a title for you, ever since you were young - but that was what you were. Your parents were King and Queen of a small nation, you were their only child. So when a bunch of maniacs rose up to try to over throw the royal leadership of your home country, your parents sent you to be kept safe in a place where no-one would think to look. Ravagers. Specifically, Yondu Udonta.

You’d been on his ship for close to eight months now, and, if you were honest, it wasn’t all bad. Actually, it was the most fun you’d possibly ever had. You had no restrictions; you could go where you like, dress how you wanted, get up or stay in bed, socialise or keep to yourself. There was no pressure to ‘keep up appearances’, you didn’t have to do your hair or make up in a ‘suitable’ way - you didn’t have to do it at all if you didn’t want to. There was no expectation for you to be proper and formal and regal. The only rule you had to live by, was this: don’t get yourself in the way of business. It was Yondu’s one and only rule, and you respected that.

Please do a Hawkeye fic. He’s totally my favorite marvel character. Be creative, some light fluff and maybe light smut? Romance with action and maybe one saving the other? You choose - @sweetness47

Okay, so we’re having a fluffy cute Clint x reader relationship/ flatmates fic :)

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You lounged back on the sofa, messing with your phone. Your legs were bent, and crossed one over the other, your foot hanging in the air. You had one hand back behind your head, holding the back of your neck.

Clint entered the room with a sleepy mumble. He sat down on the end of the sofa, “Morning Y/N”

You smiled, “It’s the afternoon, Clint” not looking up from your phone screen.

“I knew that” he said, giving your leg a playful shove.

I’m a sucker for old men, would you be willing to do something with Yondu where the reader is… quite a bit younger and he’s concerned about how old he is?? - dannydevitodevoted

Okay, so I’m writing this as if the reader is ages with me (21), their parents are roughly the same age as mine (50s) and Yondu is the same age 10 years younger than Michael Rooker (63) (53) it might not be as close to IRL for everyone else but I hope you enjoy it anyway 

(I didn’t realise he was that old 0.0)

Tw for Yondu being slightly drunk

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You came home from the party and let down your hair. You took off your shoes and yawned; it had been one Hell of a night.

From your bedroom you heard a sleepy voice call, “Y/N? That you?”

“Yeah, it’s me, hon” you smiled.

The Reader is a ghost stuck on Yondu’s ship and they meet, and then fluff ensures. Ghostie love between a ghost!reader and Yondu! - Arayta (fanfiction(.)net)

Talk of death (kinda obvious)

The Eclector wasn’t a new ship when it came to Yondu, not in the slightest. But it was big, and quick, and tough, and he liked it. And when someone tried to warn him off it with talk of it being haunted, he laughed in their face.

Things got moved in, and shifted around, and rearranged and reorganised. You tried to stay out of the way of it all, with some difficulty. It wasn’t long until Yondu met you.

The reader used to be an opera singer before the Walkers came and one day, an old opera buddy of hers shows up. Merle, who the reader is dating, is extremely jealous and nervous because he thinks the reader wants someone who is cultured and well-read - anon

Set in Alexandria

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If anyone had told you a few years ago that this was how things were going to work out, you would have laughed in their face. To be fair, a few years ago, that would have been the sanest thing to do. It was funny how things managed to go down a route that nobody had planned for. Of course, it wasn’t actually funny, not in anyway - just strange, how you’d all managed to get to this point.

Loki tries all sorts of tricks to get the readers attention and only when he talks to her does she show interest on him

Set pre-films

AN: I know this wasn’t in the order it was requested in, but I’ve not been in the best working head space for a while, and this happens to be finished - hopefully I’ll manage to work on stuff soon x

T'challa and Bucky fighting for the reader’s affections - anon

Spoilers for Black Panther

Small mention of slight injury and blood

Very open ending

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You’d all been staying in Wakanda for several months now. Bucky was awake again, and T’Challa was king - all was well. You’d been doing well, recovering from your injuries from the big face off. You’d healed quickly and well, thankful for the Wakandan technology that had healed you.

The reader helping Finn with jedi training

A bit short - it’s the first time I’ve written Finn so I’m just trying to get the characterisation right

Set after the Last Jedi - you and Finn having a bit of a heart to heart

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With an exhausted sigh, Finn dropped to the ground. You laughed, bent over, your hands leaning on your bent knees, “You did good” you told him.

You were both catching your breath still from your latest sparing session. “Yeah?” He asked, from the ground.

“Yeah” You grinned. You went over and offered him a hand up, which he took gratefully.

Requests from fanfiction(.)net

Arayta:I don’t have a Tumblr account, but can I make a request? Basically, it’s a soulmate one. The reader and Yondu only have seen tints of grey their entire lives. Only when the reader meets Yondu do they see the colors associated with him, such as blue and red, while he only sees their eye color and such. But then, when they fall in love, they see ALL the colors. Smut if you want. And reader is as snarky as possible, which both turns on and p*** off Yondu.

Thx! Arayta, She with Lost Honor.

(Y/N - your name, Y/L/N - your last name)

Warning - language (also this is probably the longest fic I’ve ever written by a very large margin) 

(no smut - may have got side tracked a bit, so there’s not much of snarky reader)

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You’d seen grey all your life, there was nothing wrong with that - it was normal. It was normal when you were 5 and when you were 10. Some people saw colours by the time they were 15, but not many; though by the time people were 20 there were a lot less who only saw grey. Years passed, as they did, and you turned another year older, again and again, and all you saw was grey. And it was fine. Sure, everyone you grew up with saw in colours now. But it didn’t matter. What was life if all you worried about was finding your ‘soulmate’? There was so much more to life than some relationship, like memories and experiences and money and treasure and how good you were at stealing stuff. That was important. You were very good at stealing stuff.

I finally have a request! I wanted to ask if you could write an alternate ending for yondu. One where he is intercepted into the ship and the reader, who is quite the angry and passionate person, doesn’t accept him dying because she’s accidentally pregnant by him. so she tasers him because she’s angry and sure it’ll bring him back while everyone else thinks she’s crazy and when he comes back she tells him when he’s safely alive again recovering. he’s shocked and excited but it’s just pure fluff.

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You ran from the other end of the ship, as fast as you could. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be dead.

Can you do a yondu x reader (+ older peter) Where reader is like a mother to peter and she gets hurt in a fight then yondu and peter get really upset an protective? I love hubby yondu and son peter fics💛

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Your world was spinning. You couldn’t see straight or focus. You were only really aware of the ground beneath you and the pain radiating from your side. A sharp whistle broke through the air, then there was silence. Then you heard footsteps, two pairs, running.

“Y/N?!”

“Y/N!”