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COMPLETED Freddie and John meet during an exchange program between their schools. "I felt like I was made for Freddie and Freddie was made for me. In these weird circumstances we found each other and I'm not willing to let go" #1 - freddiemercury #4 - Deacury

DEACURY Time-travel, fix-it story. John is devastated by Freddie's death. Fate decides to give him a second chance at happiness.

Gerard is a single parent now, finally matching paces with his best friend, Frank, who is also a single parent. Lindsey and Gerard aren't worse off than Jamia and Frank, and maybe Gerard's thankful for that. He's also thankful for Frank, who's always there for him. *I don't own anything except the plot and my own made up characters* Yayuh [some trigger warnings]

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SEXUAL | TRIGGER WARNINGS | MATURE | CRUEL LANGUAGE | DARK HUMOR all right owned by the walking dead. i don't own these characters, unless i make one up.

what If Lori and Shane lived? what if Rick had gone missing and Carl was left with Michonne as a parent? what If It was Just Abraham that died in the line up? what If Ron and Carl Turley worked out.

! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS FROM THE WALKING DEAD ! Ron Anderson was a 16 year old boy living trough the apocalypse, he has always struggled with mental health but when he discovered something about himself at the age of 15 it all got worse. Carl Grimes was new to Alexandria, he's a happy kind of guy who wants to be friends with everyone! When he overhears that Ron really dislikes him he tries to befriend the older boy, Carl thought it was hard, Ron was a dickhead. Then one night Carl saw something he clearly wasn't supposed to see... Warning: Spelling mistakes, Swearing, Self-harm, Dark topics and other things that might just trigger you.

"If you want to stop, will you tell me?" he asked, raggedly. I nodded. "Do you want to stop?" I asked, cupping the side of his face, sliding my finger underneath his strong and angular jawline, my prints tingling at the feel of his almost stubble. "God no... not yet" he breathed. I nodded, abandoning his face and grasping at the belt of his jeans instead.