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  • Way back 1881 by laycanics_22
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    A girl that will be back at her past life
  • not one more drop (female jack the ripper x male child reader) by JasonToddGhost
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    on one of the night's when Jacklyn L Harchastle (female jack the rippers acual name) was not out killing she saw another sirial killer that she hated, luke J Martan, who targets small welthy families, she tryed to stop him but it was to late the two sirial killers were in a standoff over a 4 year old boy, the boy was a confused crying mess as Jacklyn turned around to talk to the boy "not one more drop of clean innacant blood will be spilled" she said to the boy as she then told the boy to close his eyes and cover his ears, as she mutalates the male sirial killer and carrys the boy to her home.
  • Whitechapel, 1881: Love and Duty by Cardel26
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    In the heart of Victorian London, where class defines fate and rumors spread faster than truth, a forbidden love brews between a noble lady and a dockworker. Evelyn Carrington was meant to marry for power. Jack was meant to live and die in the shadows. But fate had other plans. As secrets unravel and murders stir the streets of Whitechapel, love, betrayal, and sacrifice collide. This is a story of stolen kisses, letters written before death, and promises whispered through iron gates. Not every love story ends in happily ever after-but some loves never truly end.
  • The Pale Horse by sister0fthemoon
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    The whole saloon went quiet at a standstill. The red-haired man stopped before he could reach the third step. Lana stumbled back, her fumble the only sound heard. Her hand quickly fell from its trap. She rubbed her wrist, slowly turning to see what had ensued. Her eye was even with the barrel of a revolver. Her breath hitched in her throat as she looked at the man behind the gun. All she could make out in her focus were the green eyes she had fallen into just hours prior. Doc. "Would you favor me in steppin' aside, my dear?" he spoke softly. --- Cover art by Yvan Quinet. Also published on AO3 under my account @/sister0fthemoon. Some dialogue and details used are taken from the movie Tombstone's script/screenplay by Kevin Jarre. I don't own any of these characters apart from the OC, and a few minor characters. This work is about the Doc Holliday from the movie, Tombstone and not the real and historical figure Doc Holliday, although details of his life are used for the purpose of the story.