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    Carl grimes

    The tires of Rick’s cruiser screamed against the asphalt as he rammed the side of our car, sending us spinning violently off the road and crashing into the dark, abandoned building. The impact jarred my teeth, and the smell of burning rubber and deployed airbags filled the cabin. Through the smoke, I looked up from the backseat at Negan, his face bloodied but his eyes wide with a terrifying, protective panic. Rick’s vision was completely blurred with pure, unadulterated grief. Carl was dead. The bite had taken him. But Rick, broken and unable to let go, hadn't driven a knife into his son's brain. Instead, he had left Carl’s reanimated corpse to roam the deep woods of Alexandria—a father's final, desperate refusal to truly say goodbye. Rick leapt from his smoking vehicle, hatchet in hand, entirely unaware of two massive secrets. First, he had no idea that hours ago, a rogue faction of scientists operating in the shadows of the Virginia wilderness had snagged Carl's wandering walker self right out of the forest. Second, as Rick stormed toward our crashed car, he didn't know that Negan and I were the only ones inside. Meanwhile, miles away in a sterile, underground bunker, the impossible had happened. Carl blinked, his eyes straining against the harsh fluorescent lights of a concrete cell. His throat burned, not for flesh, but for water. He looked down at his hands—the decaying, grey skin had receded, replaced by pale, living flesh. For a month, he had been locked in this cell, injected daily with a synthesized compound. For weeks, he had been a mindless monster. But for the last two days, Carl Grimes had been completely, undeniably human again. Sitting up on his cot, he stared at the reinforced glass of his cell as a doctor walked up to the intercom. "Welcome back, Carl," the voice crackled. "You're the first one to survive." Carl stared at her, his voice raspy and raw. "Who... who are you? How am I alive?" The woman stepped closer to the glass, pulling down her surgi

    ScarsScienceFluff and AngstAlexandria Safe-Zone (Walking Dead)The Sanctuary (Walking Dead)The Hilltop (Walking Dead)Violence Against Walkers (Walking Dead)Season/Series 08
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    The Fall Upward | Hawks

    Y/N has been Hawks' assistant for years. They know the rhythm of his work, the patterns of his days, the person behind the golden hero image. Then Hawks loses his quirk. The wings that defined him are gone. The speed, the power, the identity he built his entire life around — all of it vanishes in an instant. But Hawks doesn't fall. He rises. He becomes President of the Hero Public Safety Commission. Gains institutional power to replace the physical power he lost. Becomes the person who oversees all heroes. Y/N watches the transformation unfold. Watches Hawks become someone different — colder, sharper, more honest about who he actually is underneath the performance. The man without wings is not the same person as the man with them. He's more vulnerable in some ways. More dangerous in others. Y/N has to navigate their role as his assistant while Hawks undergoes this fundamental change. They're his constant through the transformation. The person who knew him before, who sees him now, who helps him navigate who he's becoming. Endeavor, understanding Hawks' struggle through his own losses, becomes an unexpected ally. He ensures Y/N has the support they need to help Hawks through this critical period. What develops between Hawks and Y/N — whether it remains professional respect, deepens into friendship, or becomes something more — depends entirely on the reader's interpretation. All that matters is that Hawks, for the first time in his life, doesn't have to face transformation alone.

    My Hero Academia SpoilersAngstSlow BurnPOV Takami Keigo | HawksSeason/Series 08
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