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.

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.

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!