December 2012. Peter lets Carla leave on a flight to LA. Has he made a mistake? Is Carla as forgiving as others?

Carla is living a drama free life in Devon but when a Barlow boy turns up unannounced will it ever be the same again?

The past returns home and multiple bombshells ricochet through the Barlow clan, but with time running out for a decision to be made will Peter be able to leave the past in the past or will the past dictate the future of his family's legacy. Everything will work out in the end, he hopes. The sequel to Apologies Don't Fix Broken Hearts.

Carla is completely heartbroken after Johnny's funeral... (I'm really bad at summaries, sorry!)

Excerpts from Carla's and Peter's life together. Some may not be in time order. May eventually become a story, we shall see how it goes.

In the wake of Frank's not guilty verdict at his trial in early 2012 for raping Carla, Peter suggests to Carla that they sell up and move away for a fresh start. In the show, Carla decides to stay and fight Frank. But what if she had agreed…?

It's 2017, Carla's made up a new life for herself in Devon, new house, a restaurant, a place of relaxation.. until an old flame turns up.. Peter, why is he here? What will Carla's reaction be? Is he here to stay? What's his motive? But most of all.. will they be able to stay.. far.. away from the other.

Carla and Liam spend time together away from the stress of Weatherfield. Mainly fluff, humour and softness (basically the opposite of what I write but we roll with it...)

It’s Horror-Nation week and when Carla and Peter find them stuck in the middle of the chaos, what will happen?

It's September 2021 and, following his successful liver transplant earlier in the year, Peter Barlow has made some big decisions about his future.

Carla's reaction to the possible drama with Johnny and the sinkhole.

My take on Peter finding out that Carla slept with Adam, but with a twist.

Following Carla's return to the street in 2017.

What happened in the Lay By with Carla and Peter?

An 18 year old, rough council estate girl Carla Donovan has never really had a life of luxury or love.. but could this all eventually change when she meets 20 year old charming Peter Barlow only.. he isn't exactly looking for love!

Two years on and a similar situation, this time with a toddler and her best friends back and living in her life, how will Carla and Peter cope with a bombshell of their own?

To celebrate the fact I can now resume clubbing, Carla and Peter meet in a club.

How things could have played out

With the factory roof investigation looming, the finger is firmly pointed at Nick and Carla. Will the real culprit be brought to justice or will an innocent person go down for murder? The clock is ticking and unlikely alliances form in an effort to uncover the truth. But searching for answers is a dangerous game. Will those who play with fire get their fingers burnt?

Set in 2015, Just as Carla accepts that she has feelings for Nick and he may like her back, he drops the bombshell that Erica is pregnant with his baby. Feeling rejected, Carla has a one-night stand with a newly returned Peter leading to her own pregnancy. She now has to deal with her feelings for Nick, being pregnant, and having Peter there at every point.

after a rough few months Carla and Peter have a party to celebrate there marriage

A blast from the past comes back to haunt Carla, will they interfere in her happy marriage with Peter or will they go out of their way to gain her affections once more

Carla and Peter are like Burton and Taylor, they can live with each other but can they live without each other..

The Carla and Peter content we deserved after Peter's lifesaving liver transplant.

Part 1 of a one-shot reimagination of Peter's transplant episode, where nothing is left unsaid between the two soulmates, laying all their emotions on the line, before Peter's life is put on the line. This is what I think 13 years of Peter's alcoholism and over a decade of Carter's love story should have built up to... this is how it always should've been.