boo and randall fanfic

the world of hazbin hotel is facing a threat by the king of all ghosts, king boo! he is gonna claim all souls for himself, and who knows what else he will take along the way.

On Beltane dawn Walter presses his forearm to the tallest stone and counts seven gemstones down to five. He woke in 1743, a dead man's letter in his coat and a woman's voice in his skull. The voice is Margaret Davenant, a Cambridge anthropologist dead a century, and the gift she left is the Beltane Charter: he reads any patient in modern diagnosis and Highland cure at once, and wears a Veil that passes a man from 2023 as a period Sassenach. But the Charter bills in memory. Every hour behind the Veil, every passage through the stones, eats one piece of home, taking what's most resonant, not what he'd choose. His sister Emma's face is going first. The village thinks him a harmless herbalist; the church at Cranesmuir has no idea what he is. But the autumn trial is set, and in the history he remembers, its fire has Geillis Duncan's name. It is coming for her.

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When failed scriptwriter Vikram Malhotra receives his final rejection letter at 28, he doesn't expect to wake up again. But he does. September 1993. Mumbai. Film City. The smell of diesel and marigolds and the specific chaos of a Hindi film set — except every camera is running on 35mm film, every phone has a cord, and the newspaper on the plastic chair reads a date thirty years in the past. Vikram is now Arjun Sharma — 18 years old, ₹340 in his pocket, zero connections, and absolutely no place in an industry that chews up nobodies for breakfast. There's just one problem for Bollywood. Arjun knows everything. Every blockbuster. Every flop. Every star who will rise and every star who will fall. Every song that will make a nation weep. Every scandal, every shift, every seismic moment in Indian cinema from 1993 to 2024 — he lived through all of it once, and now he's living before it. And when a System called the **Clapperboard** activates in the corner of his vision with a single clean message — *Welcome, Host. Your objective: reach the summit of Indian cinema within 20 years.* — Arjun Sharma decides that this time, he isn't going to write someone else's story. He's going to own it. --- ## What To Expect A ground-up empire building story set against the real history of Bollywood — real films, real music, real industry moments, seen through the eyes of a man who already knows how the story ends and is determined to rewrite his place in it. No shortcuts. No instant success. Just one very prepared man, thirty years of foreknowledge, and an industry that has no idea what's coming. --- *The cameras are rolling. The clapperboard strikes.* *Action.*

Bob's Burgers erotic fanfiction.

The destiny to become the strongest mage of the modern era in combat. Potential that eclipses even that of Barthomeloi. He alone, is the honoured one. A/N: While he is basically another Gojo he does not have any of Gojo's "cursed techniques"but he does have the magecraft replica.

In the wake of their intoxicated tryst, He Yu's relationship with his erstwhile physician Xie Qingcheng is more fraught than ever. One taste has left He Yu addicted, and not even his pride can stop him from coming back for more; yet the taciturn Xie Qingcheng is determined to ward off his advances at all costs. More than lust drives He Yu's relentless pursuit: he knows Xie Qingcheng is still keeping secrets from him. What was the real reason he stopped being He Yu's doctor? What's the truth behind the scandal that cost Xie Qingcheng his reputation? As He Yu searches for answers, malevolent forces move in the shadows, drawing him and Xie Qingcheng into a deadly, inescapable trap.

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A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

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?"