❝I thought that I had at it all figured out... and then, I met my new English teacher.❞ Follow along with a quirky high school senior Hunter Williams and his stoic English teacher Blake Carter on a romantic and dramatic adventure. • Completed January 11th, 2020 © 2020 winterhex. All Rights Reserved.

| Paul"Jesus" Rovia Fanfic | That was it. The end of the world. The only humanity left was the dead & the monsters awakening was the living. Even I, Lucy Crowman, had a monster beneath the acts of generosity & looks of happiness. I was a coward than but now i have courage, enough that keeps me surviving and always up and about while being wise from my tippy toes. I've killed and I've cried, a monster against others while innocence still roams around the planet we call earth. What we call home are camps, and what we call survival is killing. Somewhere deep inside I still had that cowardliness, going to camps like a lost puppy to losing them with fear surrounding me like a blanket back to being the stray dog. Coming across camps are temporary hopes, coming across hill top was another story and coming across Paul "Jesus" Rovia was a different mixture of both. Many saw me with fear, sadly I feared myself. Never knew what I was capable of until what came across was the apocalypse. Many never see trust within me, sadly I don't trust my own words. Hoping that the only thing I'd be digging graves for was the beloved dead but one thing lead to another and below my feet as my eyes wonder around was the tombstone of my secrets. Little did I know that not only can the deceased humanity kill, but my supposed desceased past. *^*^* All original content is from The walking dead and the production. *along with its characters & sets* Other content is by the author. *along with other characters & plots*

"because you're addictive, you hurt me so good and i'm fucking addicted." absolute trigger warning for violence, murder, nsfw, abusive and manipulative behavior, basically everything the cult season had triggers for. started- november 10th 2020 ended- edited-

"Please come with me, Opal, I cant leave you here!" Kit screamed down the tunnel. I shook my head. "Promise you'll come back for me." I said and a tear fell down my cheek. I began closing the door, letting them escape so I could be the distraction for when the guards come. "No, Opal! Please." He cried. I shut the door and locked it with the key I slipped off Sister Jude. Before I did I heard him yell. "I promise." ** A Kit Walker Fanfiction **

Everything that ever happened to Kit you heard about, experience half of it. You had always been at Briarcliff and as you met Kit Walker, accused 'Bloody Face' killer and reporter 'Lana Winters' you knew everything that was dont from then of would determine something important. But could you be happy with Kit? Or would something happen?... ---------------------------------------------------------- |Evan Peters| Kit Walker X Reader Contains Spoilers Alteration of American Horror Story Asylum Third Person ---------------------------------------------------------- Related Books Of Mine: This World | Tate Langdon X Reader Afterlife | Kyle Spencer X Reader Gif Series | Evan Peters ---------------------------------------------------------- X Disclaimer X I don't own AHS, Nor do I own you, at least I believe so. Of course I also do not own the covers beautiful art. [Began:11-10-17 Ended:24-10-17]

Short one page imagines if you were a resident at Briarcliff with Kit Walker. In the imagines the things that happen don't always go with what happens in the show. Basically Kit is just a patient and you meet him instead of Grace. There isn't going to be any smut.

Maria johnson is twenty three years old, former nun at briarcliff. everything is smooth for the first six months of her being there, till kit walker is admitted.

━━ 𝙍.𝙀.𝙈. ೃ ◛*.° キット ❛ ... kit walker ❜ ❨ 🐚 ❩ | ❝ LAST NIGHT, BOY I MET YOU, WHEN I WAS ASLEEP ! ❞ 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 awakening from a brutal car crash, a girl finds herself in an oddly familiar place, with an oddly familiar french tune playing in the distance ! ━━ ❝ YOU THINK I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS, DOCTOR? YOU TRY WAKING UP IN AN ASYLUM , ONLY TO BE TOLD YOU'RE CRAZY BUT NOT TOLD WHY OR HOW ! ❞ ❨ ... 𝘬𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 ❩ ❨ ... 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘹𝘪𝘹.𝘷𝘪 ❩

When Anastasia was a little girl she had dreamed of finding her perfect match. Her one true love. She didn't want a marriage like the people around her, an adulterous and abusive man and a submissive wife. She wanted to find her equal. One who would love her and cherish her with all their being. But now here she was. Panic was rising and loud, clouding her brain, infecting her body through each and every cell, grabbing her by the ankles and pulling her down and holding her tight against its chest. It wouldn't let go. No matter how hard she had pushed, screamed, or kicked. And most importantly, A murderous rage streaming through her veins. She wanted bloodshed and soon, she would find that all her dreams would come true. In the arms of one Mr. March ❊ James Patrick March x Fem!Oc