chris pine and zachary quinto 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.

un simple fanfic de tate no yuusha donde un quinto héroe fue invocado junto a los demás héroes, la diferencia es que este quinto héroe, es una persona que sabe de la historia de tate no yuusha y decidió divertirse destruyendo el canon de esta historia. después de todo es divertido alterar el canon de una historia

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.

Harry and Ginny's youngest is a squib, helping bridge the gap between Magical and Muggle, and saving the world at the same time.

Un golpe que recibió Oscar en la pelea contra Hazel lo cambió, empezó a sentir una ira incontenible casi inhumana, también empezó a desarrollar más fuerza y una capacidad de intimidar equiparable a los guerreros más experimentado, ¿pero esto a que se debía? NT:Esto es un borrador muy grande que hice, para establecer mis bases para mo verdera historia la cual todavía no sea publicada. PD:Esta historia ya está terminada o también se podría decir que esta cancelada

Quinto renacido, en Stargate Atlantis.

A massive, glass-walled mansion in the Hollywood Hills. Silence, except for the hum of the AC. Lil Dicky (as Chris Brown): "I didn't just wake up in his body; I woke up in his consequences. I checked the mirror, did a backflip just because I could, and spent a solid five minutes admiring the fact that I didn't have to worry about my hairline anymore. But then the phone started vibrating. Not a normal vibrate. A 'world-is-waiting-for-you' vibrate. Eleven missed calls from a manager, six texts about a music video shoot I don't know the choreography for, and a text from an ex that I definitely wasn't prepared to reply to. Yesterday, I was worried about my Uber Eats rating. Today, I’m responsible for a multi-platinum legacy. And the worst part? The 24-hour mark passed . I'm still here. I’m Chris Brown... and I have no idea how to be him."

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Three years of devotion. Three years of loving Julian with everything she had. Only to be framed for a divorce and personally sent to prison by him. "I didn't kill her," Evelyn begged. "I didn't kill the woman you love." "I don't believe you." Facing a death sentence with no one to turn to, Evelyn made the most desperate choice of her life — she threw herself at the one person Julian would never forgive. His younger brother. "Get me pregnant. Please. It's the only way I survive." Because pregnant women are not subject to the death penalty. By the time the truth surfaced and Julian realized the woman he destroyed was innocent, it was already too late. He dropped to his knees. "Eve, I was wrong. Give me one more chance." A hand caught his wrist before he could touch her. "She's already my wife, brother."