My name is Aura. I'm twenty-three years old, and I'm a powerful witch whose magic never runs out. I never weaken, I never wear out, and I never get tired. I was watching The Walking Dead for the third time, already knowing every death, betrayal, and terrible decision before it happened. The longer I watched, the more frustrated I became. There were so many people I could save, so many mistakes I could prevent, and more than a few people who desperately needed to be put in their place. I started thinking about everything I would change if I were there. Then I smirked. Why sit here yelling at the television when I had enough magic to step inside it? Now the apocalypse is no longer just a show. The walkers are real, the characters have no idea what is coming, and I'm about to rewrite their entire story. This time, things are going to go my way. After all, it's Play Time.

The Outer Banks was never supposed to be easy. Not for Pogues, not for people like Malory Jade Parker. After losing her father, Malory learned fast that survival on the Cut means holding tight to the people who stay. And for her, that's always been the Pogues, John B, JJ, Pope, and Kiara. They're reckless, loyal, chaotic, and constantly one bad decision away from disaster, but they're family. When a shipwreck pulls the group into the hunt for the Royal Merchant gold, what starts as another summer on the Outer Banks spirals into something far bigger than any of them imagined. Treasure hunts turn deadly. Friendships are tested. Secrets buried for years claw their way back to the surface. And somewhere in the middle of it all is JJ Maybank, the boy who's always been both Malory's safest place and her greatest risk. Through storms, loss, betrayal, near-death experiences, and the kind of love that refuses to let go, the Pogues are forced to fight not just for gold, but for each other. Because paradise was never meant for people like them, and survival was never just about staying alive. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 Outer Banks Rewrite S1 - S4 (Season 5 eventually) ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 Highest Rankings #1 in "jj" #1 in "maybank" #1 in "jjmaybank" #1 in "rudypankow" ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　 This is an Outer Banks fanfiction following all four seasons of the show with original storylines, expanded character arcs, and canon elements. I do not own Outer Banks or its canon characters/plotlines. I only own Malory Parker, Dean Parker, Lauren Parker, and any original scenes or storylines I've created.

My name is Charlie, I'm twenty-two years old, and apparently yelling at my TV has consequences. I was sitting there watching *The Walking Dead*, getting madder by the minute because, seriously, how hard is it to use common sense during the apocalypse? Then a voice came out of nowhere. "Would you like to correct it?" My eyes went wide. Was I scared? A little. Did that stop me? Not even close. "Yes," I said fast. "But if I'm going in there, I need supplies, weapons, clothes, food, and enough backup to make sure I don't end up as walker chow." Next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of Atlanta with bright purple hair, grey eyes, sparks flying out of my hands, and walkers surrounding me. Only problem for them? I'm immune. They won't bite me. They won't touch me. Most of them won't even come near me. So now I have a chance to change the story, save the people who deserve saving, and knock some sense into the ones who keep making stupid choices. And then there's Daryl, Shane, and Rick. Three stubborn, protective, dangerous men who all seem to think they can handle me. Cute. Daryl watches everything with those sharp eyes and acts like he doesn't care, even when he clearly does. Shane is all fire, attitude, and protection, ready to stand between me and anything that breathes wrong. And Rick? He has that hero thing going on, trying to keep everyone together while looking at me like I might be the one thing he can't figure out. I came here to fix the apocalypse. I did not come here to fall for three men. But apparently, the walkers aren't the only ones drawn to me. This world better buckle up, because I'm not here to follow the story. I'm here to rewrite it.

Some people don't stay dead. Some love stories don't stay buried. And some girls will do anything to bring their boys back. JJ Maybank was everything to Mara-best friend, twin flame, almost lover. And when he died, a piece of her did too. But grief does strange things. It whispers. It twists. And sometimes, it brings the dead home. Now JJ is back. Changed. Crowned. Haunted. And the past he left behind is clawing its way to the surface. This time, Mara won't lose him. Not even if it kills her. ***I can not stress enough that JJ will NOT die in this book, no matter how much it seems like it-HE IS NOT DYING***

in which jasmine comes in as a bombshell and rob suddenly feels like maybe love island actually works. fem!oc x rob rausch male!oc x female islanders love island usa s6 july 15 - #4 in #robrausch 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 - mature language, sexual content.

Melinda was never supposed to end up at the BAU. But when her past forces her into the world of serial killers and criminal profiling, she quickly becomes more than just the new recruit-she becomes family. Fierce, funny, and absolutely impossible to ignore, she's a hurricane the team didn't know they needed. Then there's Spencer Reid. Genius. Awkward. Brilliant. Guarded. Until Melinda. What starts as gentle banter turns into unspoken glances, forehead kisses, chaos during briefings, and a relationship that unravels slowly-until it hits like a train. From shared trauma to stolen motel moments and one truly unforgettable "we'll be back in thirty minutes" declaration, Spencer and Melinda rewrite every rule the BAU has ever known about love. In a world built on profiling monsters, sometimes the most unexpected connection is the one that saves you

Sloan DiLaurentis didn't mean to find a home in Briar's hockey house. But somewhere between the midnight kitchen conversations, shared hoodies, and Beau Maxwell showing up at her door every night asking to cuddle, the house-and the people inside it-started feeling like hers. Beau was never supposed to be more than harmless flirting. Except now he knows her coffee order, sleeps better beside her, and looks at her like she's his favorite thing in the world. And Sloan's starting to realize she might feel the same way. Too bad keeping secrets in a house full of hockey players is almost impossible. Especially when everyone already knows they're in love. Everyone except Dean.

Lily Graham was a rising star in women's figure skating. She had every chance of competing in major competitions and even the Olympics. So why was her brother Garrett disturbing her peace by flirting with her best friend Hannah? And why on earth were his teammates so attractive? Because even though her heart was made of ice, it melt for John Logan.

❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ❞ CALEB MCDANIEL 𝗫 FEM OC love island usa season eight ✦˚₊ ‧ 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ complete © whiteebeauty '26

*STORY IS 18+ AND CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT* Alana Graham doesn't do hockey players; they're strictly off limits to her. Except for the one that she knows out of all of them she should stay the furthest away from. John Logan is her brother's best friend and teammate. For years she denies her feelings, pushes Logan away in order to protect herself but also... To protect him from her past that she refuses to share with anyone. Not even her two best friends, Hannah and Allie. Although this hockey playing mechanic not only thaws the ice around her guarded heart, he fixes it as well.