buffy obedient slavegirls fanfic

This body, the most noble and supreme form, was promised to grant the people a dream… so it is said. But… why is it that all those who are my people harbor certain improper thoughts toward me?? Yae Miko: Oh my… that’s because the Shogun is our group’s beloved mascot. Kamisato Ayaka: Shogun-sama, please… look at me. Sangonomiya Kokomi: Indeed, making peace with Narukami Island was absolutely the right decision. For being under Shogun-sama’s protection is the greatest honor of our Watatsumi Island. Fiore: Shogun~ my legs are a bit unsteady… could you carry me? Shinobu: Miss Raiden, how about joining our Demon Slayer Corps~? You won’t even have to change uniforms~? Sigh… Ei felt rather conflicted at this moment. Who would have thought her beloved puppet would one day become such a magnet for attention? But fine, no matter how much you all throw yourselves at her, the Shogun will still belong solely to her! At this moment, she looked at the Shogun before her, blades crossed, and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt. Shogun: Ei… shut this body down. Bound by orders, I will inevitably become a threat to Inazuma. Ei: You wish! Even if I have to battle you for 500 years, I will bring you home! This vessel was born for Eternity, and is also Eternity’s guardian—wait—Ei, you’re heavy!

Before the old ones came to power there were whispers of a being so powerful that it brought all deities fear just with the mention of its name. Known to be the first being to come into being the Titan was feared by all. His very name calls his attention to the speaker. The last old one to leave this world was said to have spoken his name and fled hoping to call him down upon humanity in one final act of revenge. The old one was never heard from again.......

Roan Holt made one bad deal with something that predated the Slayer line, the Watcher's Council, and every classification system currently running on the Hellmouth. What he got was not a gift — it was a consequence. Soul-bonded modifications with no entry in any Watcher's archive, abilities that emerged because his body had to adapt to what now lives inside it, and a prophetic blank that makes every oracle in the known cosmological order miss him entirely. He is the hardest thing in Sunnydale to kill that no one has thought to look for. Faith is spiraling. Kendra's death is coming. The Angel soul question sits like a wrongly-witnessed contract. He knows the ledger of his non-interventions better than anyone. The Council's anomaly specialist is on the way — and Roan Holt is exactly the kind of problem their procedures were never designed to handle.

Cole moves to Sunnydale a week before a sixteen-year-old transfer named Buffy Summers walks into the library. The dashboard only he can see logs the town like a battlefield: Adaptation Engine ticking up resistances every time something tries to kill him, Resonance Leech surging when he stands inside three meters of a Slayer or a Hellmouth or the wrong kind of demon. The Aegis Bonds list five names he has bled to keep alive — his mother, his younger brother, the classmate he saved on day one, Buffy, and the witch named Amy whose mother body-swapped her in chapter twelve. He intervenes early, badly, often, and the system promises that if anything kills him he reconstitutes twenty-four hours later on the nearest safe ground, minus most of what he had earned. Spike calls him the shiny boy. Drusilla wants to keep him. A demon collector called the Cartographer is filing his entry in a catalog older than the Watchers Council. Cole has already died once. The second one is going to cost more.

Interviewer: "Ms. Ruan Mei, we've heard that you and Ms. Herta have adopted a child together. Since we have this rare opportunity for an academic interview, could you tell us something about them?" Ruan Mei: "That has nothing to do with today's academic discussion. I must decline." Interviewer: "Uh... Ms. Herta, would you be willing to share just a little?" Herta: "Didn't you hear what Ruan Mei said? Our private lives aren't up for discussion." Interviewer: "B-but—" Herta: "Please. If anyone's good at digging up gossip, it's you people. Why are you asking us?" Interviewer: "Haha, surely not... Well then, your current relationship is—" Herta: "We're getting along just fine. Stop worrying about us." Interviewer: "...Meaning?" Herta: "The three of us." The room falls completely silent. Interviewer: "Then what do you think about the rumors involving your daughter and Robin?" Herta: "Our daughter's old enough to choose her own friends. Whether someone's worthy depends on what they bring to the table, got it? And what rumors? Sounds more like people making things up." Ruan Mei: "Herta..." Herta: "Right, weren't we supposed to not answer these questions? You lot dragged us off topic. You—shut up." Meanwhile, Firefly, watching the livestream: "..."

MC dies in a car accident, and is taken by Janus the good of door's, Chaos amongst other things, and Eris the goddess of Chaos and sex. MC gets to chose two cheats and he picks two options that he fondly remembers from an animated series, but there's a twist as it turns out our MC is the reincarnation of a being that was once a Hell Dimension Emporer God King of an anime themed hell dimension, will his magical might be used for good or evil, will mc get all the hot Buffyverse babes? I don't know but let's find out.

Damien arrives in Sunnydale with his mother, both hoping for a fresh start. The town looks postcard‑perfect—sunny streets, cheerful houses, and friendly neighbors—but Damien immediately senses something is off. The brightness feels too clean, too staged, as if hiding shadows beneath the surface.

Seemingly, reincarnated in the same world but in a female body and in another country? Not to worry, apparently, it's actually Twilight, and I'm the main character, even though I don't quite feel like it. The world is trying to make it romance story fit for the books, but I don't support the notion. Grapeshot or Twilight for those who are into women [ This fanfiction is a Twilight + IRL Mythologies + Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The story is a prequel to Weissweise and Solium Excidium, if you are not afraid of minor spoilers, you should read others as well Also it's a start of multi crossover and slightly crackish because of the sarcastic nature of the main character. ]

After surviving a shipwreck as a child, Sam-a hardened warrior with a striking resemblance to Lookism's Samuel Seo-is raised by Gan Fall, the former god of Skypiea. Trained in combat and entrusted with the tori tori no mi model oni, Sam wields his power through golden knuckle braces, relics of Skypiea's past. Though fiercely loyal to Gan Fall, he struggles with isolation, believing strength is measured in solitude.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"