"I prayed for a reason to beat this world and God gave me her." ☼━━━━𐂂━━━━☽ Two teenagers - one, a gentle ex-ballerina who's never held a gun, and the other, a withdrawn "monster" that has a trail of ghosts behind him - both approaching the confines of adulthood and walking the tightrope between friendship and something much more complicated. *** Carl Grimes x female oc !!! ON AO3 TOO !!! I do not own TWD or Carl Grimes, all rights to TWD & AMC. Updates are typically slow, but spam comments motivate me. 𐚁

(Y/N) is just an ordinary student with a loud laugh, too many friends, and a cold neighbor named Sohan who barely talks to her. But when a mysterious black circle appears and traps her school in a nightmare, she's forced to survive alongside Lee Sohan, the calm class monitor Nam Jeong-woo, and a group of students who have no idea what's going on. Follow the rules. Stay quiet. The black circle doesn't forgive.

Lena Grimes had finally had enough. Being Rick and Lori Grimes' nineteen-year-old daughter had never been easy, especially when Lena could see the cracks in their marriage that everyone else seemed determined to ignore. But the last straw came when Lori twisted the truth about Shane Walsh. While Rick was still in the hospital, Lori claimed Shane had hit on her. Rick believed his wife. Lena didn't. Because Lena had been there. She had seen the entire thing with her own eyes, and she knew exactly who had made the first move-and it sure as hell hadn't been Shane. So when Rick turned against the man who had always been there for their family, Lena looked her father straight in the eyes, told him exactly what had happened, packed her things, and walked out with Shane. She figured putting some distance between herself and her parents would finally give her a little peace. What Lena didn't expect was how different everything would feel once it was just her and Shane. The lingering looks. The teasing. The smirks. And Shane Walsh was one hell of a flirt. Lena could flirt right back. Neither of them realizes that soon, family drama will be the least of their problems. Because the dead are about to start walking.

Goal 1: Don't starve to death. I don't know what to write as a description; if you can think of anything, please post it in the comments. I apologize for any spelling mistakes, etc.

frank castle x fem!oc twd x the punisher ────୨ৎ──── where evangeline monroe navigates through an apocalyptic world while searching for the man she thought she lost. ────୨ৎ──── season 4─tbd start: july 19th 2026 complete: ─ #1 in twd #2 in death #2 in angel #2 in thewalkingdead #3 in olderman #3 in frankcastle #3 in rickgrimes

"That is not quite safe, young lady." "Nobody asked for your opinion." She survived but at what cost? She lost a family but eventually gained a new one with a little sister. But then a man with striking white hair and vibrant blue eyes stepped into her life and took that away from her too. But he didn't see Coco lurking in the shadows when he mended the carriage. He also didn't know that the woman who hated witches was one herself. 18+

Astrid never believed the worlds in her books could touch her own-until the night she died. A modern soldier trained in medicine, engineering, and survival, Astrid wakes in the body of a young Northman's daughter on the edge of Wintertown, years before the great wars that will shake Westeros. Her memories remain sharp. Her instincts remain deadly. Her heart remains haunted. But in this new life, she is just a girl. A forester's child. A bastard of Stark blood. And the old gods are watching her. Drawn to the weirwoods and burdened with visions of ravens, smoke, and dead things in the snow, Astrid understands one thing with terrifying clarity: Winter is coming-and this time, she is here to prepare for it. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction inspired by George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire and its related adaptations. All original characters, settings, and storylines belonging to George R. R. Martin, HBO, and their respective copyright holders are used here in a transformative, non-commercial way for creative exploration. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is purely for entertainment and not for profit.

╭─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───╮ 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓪 𝓢𝓪𝓽𝓸 had everything perfectly figured out. Her life in Konoha was going exactly according to plan. She graduated from the Academy dead last, mastered the art of looking permanently exhausted, and perfected a slouch so convincing that she became practically invisible to anyone searching for a capable shinobi. With midnight-blue hair loosely tied into half-braids and dark violet eyes forever clouded by a sleepy expression, Hisa was well on her way to achieving her lifelong dream: a quiet, risk-free career in civilian inventory management. Better yet, one day she'd simply take over her parents' restaurant. Peaceful. Predictable. Perfect. ...Then she was assigned to Team 7. Instead of quietly organizing kunai in a warehouse, Hisa is dragged across borders with a hyperactive blond walking disaster who treats every day of his life like the climax of a tragic hero's story, a brooding Uchiha prodigy with an attitude problem, a pink-haired fangirl, and a lazy silver-haired captain who knows far more about the village's penal code than any sane person should. When a simple escort mission goes completely off the rails in the Land of Waves, Hisa's survival instincts begin screaming at her. To stop her hopelessly idiotic teammates from getting themselves killed, she's forced to abandon the lazy act and reveal the one thing she never wanted anyone to see- Her razor-thin wire traps. Her terrifyingly precise calculations. And a strategic mind far too dangerous to stay hidden. She just wanted a peaceful life in the shinobi world. So what?! ╰─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☾ . :☆ﾟ. ─

King Joffrey Baratheon was meant to die at his wedding feast. The poison reached his throat, his heart stopped, and the court watched as the boy king collapsed before the Iron Throne could ever truly become his. Yet death had not accounted for Saerra Martell-the fierce daughter of Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand, a witch from another world, and the woman Joffrey had loved long before Margaery Tyrell ever wore his crown. With a bezoar, forbidden magic, and a command Joffrey refuses to disobey, Saerra drags him back from death. His first word is her name. His next are for the five children no one knew they had. Now the Tyrell conspiracy is unraveling, Tyrion stands accused of a murder he did not commit, Sansa Stark has been captured alongside Petyr Baelish, and the realm must face an impossible truth: Joffrey already has a wife, three sons, two daughters, and a dynasty hidden beyond the reach of the Iron Throne. But while King's Landing tears itself apart with lies, ambition, and betrayal, a queen across the Narrow Sea gathers dragons, and in the frozen darkness beyond the Wall, an ancient enemy stirs once more. The king survived. His true queen has stepped from the shadows. The game for the Iron Throne is no longer the greatest threat to the realm. And those who tried to destroy their family are about to learn how fiercely a lion fights for what is his. Joffrey Baratheon × Fem!Harry Potter (Saerra Martell)

She died in the Battle of Hogwarts saving the two people she loved most. Death should have claimed her then. Instead, it opened another door. Reborn as Alicent Hightower years before the Dance of the Dragons, Asteria Black awakens in the Red Keep with memories that do not belong in this world - memories of war, prophecy, and the terrible cost of loving a hero destined to save everyone except himself. This time, she refuses to become another pawn. Not for her father. Not for the crown. Not for the realm. As King Viserys I Targaryen grows drawn to the strange new sharpness behind Alicent's eyes, and Prince Daemon Targaryen begins to notice the danger hidden beneath her quiet composure, Alicent realizes Westeros is no different from the world she left behind. Power devours the young. Men call slaughter destiny. And children are always the ones left bleeding for their ambitions. But death preserved more than her memories. Magic still lingers beneath her skin. Silver light answers her fear. And somewhere beyond this life, a boy she once loved may be searching for her too. The gods gave Alicent Hightower a second life. The realm may come to regret it. ━━━ "Death did not release her. It merely opened another door."