"You didn't sweet-talk nothin', Krys. You just dug your heels into the dirt and refused to let me die. And by the time I figured out what the hell you were doing... wasn't nowhere else I wanted to be Most people looked at Deputy Shane Walsh and saw a rabid dog waiting to be put down. Krystal looked at him, called him a masochistic idiot, and stomped on his boot until he learned how to breathe. She wasn't a soldier. She was just a five-foot-tall former florist with canon knowledge, an appetite for violence when her people were cornered, and an absolute refusal to let him bleed out. But when an ambush over a river gorge wipes her memory clean, she vanishes into the wilderness-leaving Shane with an empty chamber, an emerald on a cord, and six years of ghosts. Now, she's in Jackson, Wyoming, picking up the pieces after Joel Miller's death. And the big, graying man standing in the doorway of her cabin isn't an enemy. He's her past. And he's not leaving without her. Contains: Slow-burn domestic tension, canon divergence, heavy language, lethal FMC, and a man who would burn down fifty states to find his way home.

iI know how this world burns down, Rick. And I know every single line you're going to cross to survive it. In another life, Krystal Flores arranged flowers on the quiet outskirts of Atlanta. In this one, she wakes up with grease on her knuckles, red clay in her boots, and the terrifying, complete blueprint of the apocalypse trapped inside her head. She knows when the barn doors fall. She knows who dies in the clearing. She knows the exact blood price the world will demand. Determined to keep her people breathing, Krystal shatters canon one calculated move at a time. She keeps Shane off the dirt, pulls Dale out of the fire, and plants her heels against the encroaching rot. But altering fate comes with collateral debt-and catching the eye of two hardened King County sheriffs was never part of the plan. When Rick Grimes finally looks at her, he doesn't see a prophet or a martyr. He sees the only steady ground left on the eastern seaboard. But between the butcher bays of Terminus, the iron walls of the Sanctuary, and a past tied to the most powerful military machine left on the continent, survival isn't just about holding a gun. It's about building a fortress strong enough to outlast the end of the world. [Slow Burn / Canon Divergence / Fix-It / Realistic Survival]

What if the future lay in front of Hazel Potter? A strange, confusing and highly unlikely future, yet a future with the promise of love and warmth. What if the same future and fate was destined for Hazel's arch enemy; Tom Marvolo Riddle? One fine day, out of nowhere, four boys appeared, introducing themselves as the sons of the Dark Lord Voldemort and Dark Lady Persephone, who happen to be Tom Marvolo Riddle-Slytherin and Hazel Lily Potter-Slytherin. What could have gone so wrong that our beloved little Saviour of the Light turned dark? READ ON TO FIND OUT! Rest assured, it has a happy ending ❤️ 1 in #femharry 1 in #tomarry ***All characters except Hazel, who is a form of Harry Potter, The children and a few others belong to JK Rowling. This story is written for fun. The made-up characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, place or thing is completely unintentional. *** Constrictive Criticism is Always Welcome. Please vote and comment if you like.

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories

Kenna Swan survived the impossible, but not unscathed. She is forever marked by her fight for survival and now she finds herself determined to live, no matter the cost. Determined to be unapologetically herself after working so hard to rebuild herself, she'll never tame herself again. She knows who she is now, and she will always fight for herself. When she moves to Forks for a fresh start her life is thrown in the air once more when she meets someone else impossible, someone who she can't help but revolve around. Maybe, just maybe, she won't have to fight alone forever. Twilight Fanfiction Jasper x OC Book 1 of 5 Warning - Death, blood, gore, violence, cursing, sex. I do not own Twilight, I only own my OCs and their story lines.

When Harri Potter and her three sisters make a Hail Mary decision to change the world, Ginny fucks them all over by breaking the one thing that was supposed to get them home. "Ah bloody hell," Harri groaned when her eyes set upon the town of Small Heath. "I can feel my lungs burning like I've been dropped kicked by a Thestral!" "It's... quaint?" Hermione didn't sound optimistic. "I think it'll be nice!" Luna grinned and pointed. "See! Look that nice man is helping that woman with her dress." Hermione covered Luna's eyes. She, Harri, and Ginny shared a look. That man was having very public sex in the middle of the street. "I don't think my feminist self is going to love it here," Ginny muttered. Tom cried in Harri's arms as if he completely agreed with them. "I think that Pub is open," Harri pointed to "The Garrison"

Solaris Black, Sirius's daughter can't cope with what happened during the war and losing her father before she even had time with him. War does things to a person, changes them, and makes them do things without much thinking about the consequences. After finding a time turner that worked by year rather than hours in the family vault, Solaris goes back in time in hopes of saving her father and Uncle Regulus but fate has other ideas. With no way back home, Solaris finds herself stranded in 1916 during the Great War - alone and traumatized from her past that hadn't happened yet. Until she meets a soldier in the trenches. Why did she torture herself like this? One Wizarding war was bad enough but inserting herself in the muggle war? Why because she was lonely? Sergeant-Major Thomas Shelby swears it was an angel that saved him from that tunnel collapse. He had no memory of getting out but he was thankful he did. Then his Angel was there, sitting at the bar in a pub in Paris on Christmas Eve. Maybe it wasn't a hallucination after all. ON A03 LONG HAUL FANFIC Pre-Canon Chapter 1 -30 Season 1 Chapter II:1 - 21 Season 2 Chapter III: 1 -

"When my friends ask me why I stayed so long, why I accepted the roses and ignored the thorns I tell them it's not easy to weed out the roots he planted in me," _________________________________ Alivia made it back home to college and it's been three months. Fear and hallucinations cloud her mind on end. On the night of her twenty-first birthday, she gets a call from Kate, quickly dropping everything to be at Seth's rescue. More problems stacking up afterward.

It's 1921, Tommy is left heartbroken over Grace's betrayal and having decided not to follow her to New York he spends his time growing the businesses. A part of this business is forming an alliance with a Northern Gypsy family which is where he meets Aurora Hayes. Intrigued by this beautiful brunette Tommy feels a strong urge to get to know her. Aurora unlike her family tries to avoid living the Shelby's way of life yet as time passes she finds herself wanting to be in Tommy's world and into his heart. Will he let her in? What will happen when Grace returns? Will Aurora be left Heartbroken or will Tommy keep her from the truth?

"Ten months. You waited two years for a wedding, but it only took you ten months to put another woman in our bed." They told Benedict Bridgerton she drowned in the Dover channel. They held an empty funeral, closed the house in Mayfair, and moved on. To honor her dying wish, he rescued Sophie Baek and married her in the country. Except Krystal Montesa didn't die. She washed ashore on the freezing northern rocks with a shattered skull, no name, and Benedict's unborn child in her womb. It wasn't a gentleman who saved her-it was Thomas Shelby. He didn't offer empty vows or pretty poems. He gave her a name, put a ring on her finger, raised her daughter behind loaded revolvers, and built an empire at her back. years later, the amnesia shatters. Every memory from 1813 to 2026 comes rushing back. Now the Bridgertons want their ward. Benedict wants his muse. But Krystal isn't the soft debutante who fell into the Kentish lake anymore. She belongs to the iron and smoke of Birmingham-and her husband doesn't negotiate with ghosts.