glee darren criss and chris colfer fanfiction

Los Angeles is twelve hours from collapse and Chris Manawa wakes wrong. There is a foreign artifact in his palm and an old DARPA program no one was supposed to remember bonded to it. Project VAULT was infrastructure for a civil restart that never happened — twelve bearers, one missed convergence, a compounding mechanic that turns one candy bar into three. He is seventeen. The adults are still calling relatives. The walkers are coming. And the boy nobody watched is filling bathtubs because no one notices the difficult teenager.

What happened after Brittany and Santana's vacation in lesbos? They had to return to real life eventually right? Back to New York, back to their friends, back to figuring out what being an adult means. This is basically how I see their life going (with some flashbacks to before this story starts for some flavour.) This is a long one, so buckle in ;)

Follow Rachel, Finn, Puck, Marley, Kurt, Brittany, Santana, Tina, Artie, Sam, Blaine, Mercedes, Mike, Quinn and Sebastian as they try to navigate New York City while dealing with heartache, love and hardships.

He wakes inside Dave Karofsky on the first day of junior year at William McKinley High and the body remembers what it is supposed to do: shove, slushie, slur, repeat. He stops on the first morning and the team notices by the second. The companion in his head is not a menu and not a voice — it is a quiet ledger, a social map of every kid in the cafeteria, and a Hiding-to-Whole axis that erodes a little every time he hides behind the lineman mask. Foreknowledge is a leash, not a weapon; he knows what the locker room does to Kurt Hummel by spring and what the closet does to Dave Karofsky by senior year. The Becoming Engine rewards him for stepping between a thrown cup and the kid it was aimed at. The team reads the shielding as betrayal. Sue Sylvester wears red the morning she summons him. Finn Hudson watches and copies. The McKinley football lineman is going to walk into the choir room twice this year and the second time is going to cost him every alliance he was born into.

After awakening a bizarre time-travel ability, Chris Griffin suddenly finds himself being dropped into different horror movie worlds. Most people would scream, cry, or at least freak out a little. Chris? He grabs popcorn. Why? Because before his powers even kicked in, he’d already lived through the madness of Family Guy — a place where giant chickens brawl in the streets, babies build death rays, and dogs date humans. Compared to that, a few ghosts and serial killers are basically a weekend getaway. Armed with the chaotic strength of a Griffin and the unpredictable logic of cartoon physics, Chris turns every horror movie world into his personal theme park of mayhem and fun.

Chris Gillhaney is a tech consultant who notices things he shouldn't be able to — which branch of a decision tree a client is already committed to, which prototype will fail before it's tested, which employee is three days from a breakdown. He carries a battered Nokia that hasn't been manufactured in fifteen years and takes his notes in a cipher no one at the firm recognizes. The soul inside Chris has a power called THE CROSSHATCH: the ability to read branching timelines and decision forks in real time, but every read, every crossing, every confirmed fork costs lucidity — a finite clarity that doesn't fully restore. The bill always arrives before the benefit clears. In a world where the technology is always smarter and colder than the people wielding it, Chris moves between Black Mirror's anthology of tech-dystopias as the one constant: the man who can see the branch but must choose how much of his mind to spend getting there. His companions — the ghost of a cookie, a woman named Wren, and a figure called the Curator — are the only threads that don't reset between episodes. The system is not broken. It is working exactly as designed.

McKinley High reopens it's doors to a whole new bunch of students interested in the arts. Sam Evans prepares to meet a new bunch of members for The New Directions. But just before that the former members of The New Directions gather up to remember some friends.

The second installment in the 'For Us' story. Life gets just a little bit harder for Brittany and Santana now that they've settled into their life. They've gotten comfortable over the years but growing up sometimes means facing our childhood demons. For Brittana, it also means learning how to keep their sons safe from them too (PS: Quinn might do some growing up too).

This is a Glee story I wrote years ago, using lyrics you may know and also having some fun at creating my own lyrics. I hope you will enjoy reading this.

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?"