Juliette Grimes was halfway through her MCAT when the world started ending. One phone call from home. One sentence from Shane Walsh. Your dad's been shot. That was all it took for Juliette to abandon Harvard, throw herself into her black Chevy Blazer, and drive 1,080 miles toward King County, Georgia. Toward her mother. Toward Carl. Toward the hospital bed where Rick Grimes was supposed to be waiting. But by the time Juliette makes it home, the dead are walking, the roads are burning, and the world she knew is already gone. Three months later, she finds her family alive on a farm that is anything but safe. Rick is trying to hold onto his humanity. Lori is trying to keep her children breathing. Carl is growing up too fast. Shane is unraveling. And Juliette? Juliette came home with blood under her nails, steel at her hip, a gun her father gave her, and ghosts she refuses to name. She is not the girl who left for Boston. She is sharper now. Colder when she has to be. Armed with medical training, a black Blazer full of supplies, a katana, a compound bow, and a survival instinct brutal enough to scare even herself, Juliette will do whatever it takes to keep her family alive. Walkers are not the only monsters anymore. And in a world where mercy can look like murder, love can become a weakness, and old rules die faster than the people clinging to them, Juliette Grimes has to decide what kind of woman she is willing to become. Because Rick Grimes woke up to the apocalypse. His daughter had to survive it awake. __________________________________________ New updates every week, sometimes twice a week if my brain cooperates with me. English is not my first language, so I do apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes.

Main Premise What if the lineup never ended in death? Lucille is raised. Everyone is kneeling. Abraham braces himself. Glenn prepares to die beside Maggie. Rick is already broken. And then- Negan is interrupted. Not by another Savior. Not by walkers. By a convoy powerful enough to make even Negan step back. A mysterious woman arrives with heavily armed soldiers dressed in black and gold, children hidden safely inside armored vehicles far from the bloodshed. Her people call her Doctora. Others whisper another title: Saint. And for the first time in years, Negan looks nervous.

Lyra Jackson, a battle-worn demigod, is thrust into a theater with the Greek gods and Jedi to witness the life of her son, Anakin Skywalker. As she watches his fall to darkness, Anakin-obsessively devoted to her-sees this as his chance to claim the mother he never had. Meanwhile, Obi-Wan, just as possessive in his quiet, unwavering way, refuses to let her slip away. With Anakin's past unraveling before them, Lyra realizes she is the only one who can save him from the darkness consuming him. But as she faces the weight of his devotion and Obi-Wan's unrelenting grip, escape is no longer an option.

𝙳𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚑 𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚕 𝙶𝚑𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜? 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠. ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴰᵃᵐⁱᵃⁿ ᵂᵃʸⁿᵉ ˣ ᴾᵉʳᶜʸ ᴶᵃᶜᵏˢᵒⁿ

When I woke, I wasn't human anymore. The last thing I remember is the impact-a heavy blow, a flash of light, and then darkness. But when my eyes opened again, everything had changed. My body was no longer my own. My senses were heightened, my movements alien. And I was alone, face down in what seemed like an endless, echoing cave. I can't explain what happened, or why I've been reborn this way. A dragon? How could this be real? With each new discovery, I learn more about the creature I've become-but I also wonder: Was it all an accident? Or is there something more sinister at play? I'm trapped between two worlds-my old life, lost to the shadows, and this new existence, where every step shakes the earth beneath me. But I have no choice. I must learn to survive in this new form. Because I can't shake the feeling... I'm not the only one here.

𝙾𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝-𝚒𝚏𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝. ᶠᵉᵐ!ᴾᵉʳᶜʸ ᴶᵃᶜᵏˢᵒⁿ ˣ ᴸᵘᵏᵉ ᶜᵃˢᵗᵉˡˡᵃⁿ

"El deseo puede ocultarse para no lastimar a los demás. La pasión puede ser silenciada para no dañar a las personas que amas. Incluso, el más poderoso de los sentimientos, podría llegar a ser reprimido por mucho tiempo. Pero una simple caricia tuya, un pequeño roce...lograría un desastre en mi vida. Y ahora yo...necesito que ése desastre suceda." "¿Cómo olvidarme de la mujer de la cual estaba enamorado de niño?" Ragnar Lothbrok x OC. Bjorn Ironside xOC. • Esta historia como la mayoria de los personajes está basada en la serie "Vikings" de History Channel. Cabe aclarar que tanto la protagonista como su historia son totalmente de mi imaginación y puede que el FanFic no siga el rumbo total de la serie. Prohibida cualquier copia o adaptación sin mi permiso. •

The world is ending in 8 days and the Marauders watch as their alternate selves try to save it. FemFiveOC x MaleOC