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Fanfiction whose original work is drama or TV show, such as Chicago PD, the Walking Dead.

The Walking Dead: The Apocalypse Queen

Even if you’ve never watched The Walking Dead, you can still enjoy this story! 【Realistic Apocalypse + The Walking Dead Setting + Independent Protagonist】 【Base Building + Survival + Adventure | 】 After transmigrating into the world of The Walking Dead, she becomes the younger sister of Leah from the Reapers—someone who was supposed to die before even appearing in the story. Calista seems to have drawn the worst possible script… a doomed background character. But that’s fine. The situation is still salvageable. The first thing she does after waking up? Cling to the Reapers and secure their protection. While Rick’s group is still struggling with questions of morality and humanity, Calista is already rebuilding order through sheer force. The Governor dares to provoke her? Bombard him. The Whisperers? Erase them. The Commonwealth and CRM? Move aside. Rick stares at his shabby camp in confusion. “Why is everyone running to her side?” Negan flicks the blood off Lucille as the gates of Rock Fortress slowly open behind him. “Damn… because following her means you actually thrive.” Starting with the Reapers as her foundation, Calista rises from a winery stronghold to become a ruler of the apocalypse. From the United States… all the way to Europe. The original plot? Just a reference. From today onward, my territory will define the order of the new world. 【The protagonist is not a saint. She won’t follow or assist Rick’s group blindly. Their paths will cross, but she will build her own empire.】 (No system. Just the realistic rise of an ordinary person in the apocalypse.)

GhostParser · TV
442 Chs

A Quiet Hearth in Westeros

A Quiet Hearth in Westeros Keep the hearth burning. Raymun was twenty-nine, tired, and stuck in a loop of work, dinner, and sleep. Then he woke up screaming in the body of a newborn, in a roadside inn near Duskendale, just after Robert's Rebellion. He isn't a lord, a prince, or a hidden dragon heir. He's the son of two hardworking innkeepers at the Briar Hearth, a small place with a crooked old fireplace, a leaky roof, and more debt than anyone likes to admit. While he grows up, he keeps a secret: he remembers a story about this world, and he knows the wars and the winter that are coming. Memory isn't prophecy, though, and knowing the future doesn't pay the bills. When his little sister falls gravely ill and the family sinks into debt, Raymun learns that survival starts with small things like grain, ledgers, honest work, and people who trust each other. Then a quiet System awakens inside his mind. It can measure and record, but it can't hand him a kingdom. Step by step, Raymun grows from innkeeper's son to merchant, from merchant to organizer, and from organizer to something the realm can't ignore. He has a rival in a sharp-witted merchant's daughter and friends who are more than tools. He also has enemies in the shadows, and a war that tests everything he has built. Beyond it, an older darkness is gathering. Nothing comes free, and nothing is simple. A Quiet Hearth in Westeros is a slow-burn story of family, commerce, and power. It asks what a peaceful ordinary tomorrow is worth, and what people will do to protect it.

Rock_n_Roll · TV
74 Chs

The Boys/Gen V AU: Killing My Way to the Top

At first, Keith thought he'd transmigrated into some obscure numbered universe in DC. The only difference was that in this world, being a superstar was a superhero's actual day job. With great power comes great responsibility? Why does having Superpowers mean you have to help the weak? Why can't you bully the weak instead? A debut movie grossing over $100 million. Multiple No. 1 records at Godolkin University. The perfect lover of Hollywood actresses. The master of female superheroes. The youngest captain of The Seven. Earth's Protector. A Multiverse adventurer... Keith had to admit, that saying made a lot of sense. After all, none of that stops me from bullying you guys. ... “Some people say that when the police rescue hostages, the hostage casualty rate is usually around twenty percent. With Supes, that number shoots all the way up to sixty percent. What does that tell us? Supes suck at saving people. They're basically amateurs. But me? I'm different!” Facing the media cameras, Keith confidently spread his hands. “When I'm on the job, the hostage casualty rate is zero. Worst case, the criminal casualty rate hits sixty percent. Of course, sometimes it's a hundred.” “No question about it. Nobody understands Superheroes better than I do. I'm just that damn good at my job!” Especially compared to the Superheroes around him, each one doing a worse impression of a functioning human being than the last. Yep. That's exactly how it is.

Pink_Snake2 · TV
19 Chs

Game of Thrones: The Strongest Targaryen.

A twenty-six-year-old surgical resident closes her eyes in a hospital call room and opens them inside the body of a fourteen-year-old girl being sold to a horselord. Silver hair. Violet eyes. A swollen belly. A brother who would trade her for an army. She is Daenerys Targaryen — and this time, she knows exactly how the story ends. She remembers the pyre. She remembers the three eggs that hatched from it. She also remembers everything that came after: the burned city, the betrayals, the blade in the throne room. She has no intention of walking that road again. What she has instead is a modern education. Germ theory in a world that still blames bad air. Obstetrics in a tent where a blood-witch is preparing to kill her son. Metallurgy, sanitation, economics, epidemiology — and the cold, methodical patience of someone trained to cut into a living body and not flinch. Where the old Daenerys had faith, this one has *method*. She does not pray for fire; she works out what fire actually is. The world does not make it easy. Beyond the Free Cities lie the ruins of Valyria, the shadow-choked towers of Asshai, and the jade halls of Yi Ti, where scholars speak of the Long Night as history rather than legend. Magic is returning, and it obeys rules — rules that can be tested, recorded, and weaponized. In Westeros, Robert Baratheon still sits the Iron Throne, Tywin Lannister still counts his gold, and Eddard Stark still believes honor is enough. None of them know that the exiled girl across the sea is no longer prey. Quaithe watches her. Jorah Mormont serves her. Barristan Selmy kneels to her. Xaro Xhoan Daxos underestimates her — once. Three dragons grow fat on a diet nobody in this world understands. Because the true enemy was never the Iron Throne. It is coming down from beyond the Wall, and the histories all agree on one thing: the last time it came, the world very nearly ended. *"Winter is coming? Good. Let it come. I've read the chart — and I know where it hurts."*

Otaku_Senpaii · TV
231 Chs