stella and kelly fanfiction

Previously Named— Reincarnated in the Marvel Universe— A Beginning of a New Life A man gets reincarnated in the Marvel universe as Steve Rogers AKA the Captain America. Although, there's a catch. The man, who is our protagonist, is reincarnated as the Captain America albeit, a female one. Join him, now, her journey. See, how her life unfolds. Warning— This fanfic is a gender bender fanfic as the protagonist was a man before. The protagonist, here is bisexual. So, expect her to do deed with both and women.

Vous êtes un homme âgé de quarante-sept ans ayant transmigré dans le corps de la sœur jumelle d’Annie, prénommée Stella. Vous avez acquis un système MHA qui vous permet de tirer des « quirks ». Votre histoire débute lorsque Stella, âgée de sept ans, est enfermée dans un laboratoire de Vought, comme des milliers d’autres. L’intrigue principale est encore lointaine, et ni votre sœur ni votre mère ne savent que vous êtes toujours en vie. Vought étudie votre variation du composé V, car elle recèle un pouvoir que tout être humain convoite : survivre. Parviendrez-vous à échapper à ce monde corrompu peuplé de faux héros, ou périrez-vous dans leurs expériences ?

You are a forty-seven-year-old man who has transmigrated into the body of Annie's twin sister, Stella. You have acquired an MHA system that allows you to draw "quirks." Your story begins when seven-year-old Stella is locked away in a Vought laboratory, along with thousands of others. The main plot is still a long way off, and neither your sister nor your mother knows you are still alive. Vought is studying your variation of Compound V because it holds a power that all humans covet: survival. Will you manage to escape this corrupt world populated by fake heroes, or will you perish in their experiments?

Stella costs its user their life—but what if you used Hundred-Faced Hassan’s Noble Phantasm to create clones, then had the clones fire it instead? Behold: Twenty Stellas, and the Dungeon gets speedrun in record time! Your teammates can’t launch Stella? Easy. Use the Marshal’s Noble Phantasm to summon a swarm of sea monsters, then fire those as ammunition! Behold: Twenty-Horn Barrage, and the Floor Boss gets speedrun too! Angra Mainyu’s Noble Phantasm can curse an enemy and reflect damage, but the amount it can absorb is too low? Just add Spartacus to the equation! Charge into melee, trade wounds blow for blow, then reflect all that damage back at twice the force! “Have you heard? The Astraea Familia recruited a newcomer—and every last one of his skills is downright sinister!” Fujimaru Ritsuka, self-destruction in his left hand and curses in his right: “How rude. I’ll have you know I’m a Hero of Justice.”

After hitting hard pity three times in a row playing Fate/Grand Order, a frustrated gamer smashed his phone in a fit of rage. The phone promptly exploded, blasting him straight into another world inside the body of Fujimaru Ritsuka. Waking up in a gloomy forest, he collapsed from hunger and thirst—only to be rescued by the Goddess Astraea. Now part of the Astraea Familia, Ritsuka realizes he can harness the Noble Phantasms of Heroic Spirits and immediately decides to break the Dungeon with insane gacha logic. If "Stella" sacrifices the user's life to deal catastrophic damage, simple: use Hundred-Face Hassan's Noble Phantasm to create clones first, then unleash a twenty-fold "Stella" carpet bomb to speedrun the Dungeon! Teammates refuse to be sacrificed for Chen Gong's tactics? Easy: summon giant sea monsters with Gilles de Rais' Noble Phantasm and launch them as high-explosive artillery shells! Angra Mainyu's damage-reflecting curse doesn't hit hard enough? Pair it with Spartacus's absurd masochistic endurance to absorb lethal blows and reflect double the agony back! If a Floor Boss isn't weak to your weapons, use Saint George to forcibly turn it into a "Dragon" so every attack deals massive super-effective damage. If you need a stat boost, summon Hans Christian Andersen to ruthlessly roast everyone's deepest insecurities until the emotional damage transforms into god-tier buffs. If a boss is too fast to dodge, run a double Euryale setup and trap the enemy in an infinite charm-lock loop until it dies of pure embarrassment. When rumors instantly spread across Orario about the Astraea Familia's terrifying new recruit—a man who commands dark, suicidal, and cursed magic—the Guild is left baffled, rival Familias are horrified, and even the Gods question their own sanity. Holding suicide-clones in one hand and deadly curses in the other, Ritsuka can only smile innocently: "How rude! I'm an Ally of Justice, you know." --- Please Note: I do not own anything in this fanfiction. The copyright belongs to their respective creators.

I've always wonder about my lot in life. Someone special? Am I really worth something? The things that I do, does it really matter in the end? At least, those were my most secret thoughts. And yet, as I gazed at those brilliant stars embraced by the endless cosmos... "Who cares? As long as I am me, I will remain true to myself. Shining far beyond those stars as I reach for my ideals with these imperfect hands of mine." ________________________________________________________________ td;lr A self-indulgent wish fantasy story about a very much imperfect and human self-insert of yours truly into FGO first and then trying to be a better person as he travels the anime multiverse with his steadily growing harem. MC is not a smart person, nor is he even guaranteed to be likeable. He's human, with all the flaws that come with being one and the burdens of having low-self esteem. He's OP and has a harem that ties to his growth. DO NOT EXPECT: - Smart usage of powers - Smart plans - Quality writing(lol) - Accurate depictions of characters - Strict following of rules for powers DISCLAIMER: - I literally don't care about proper writing or have an actual plan so I have no clue what I am doing or the future of this fanfic. - I write when I want to because life sucks and I hate it. The only reason this is on WebNovel is because the writing quality standard is lower than any other fanfic website and the audience generally has lower standards for these fics kek. - I don't own anything, I mean I am writing a fanfic, what do you want me to say? Anything depicted in this fanfic belongs to whoever created it, I am just using their brilliant work as a canvas for my crap story.

Fate. Something that cannot be stopped, yet one repeatedly tries. Kunoku, "Kunoku", [Kunoku]. "He", shall point his blade at the root of it all, the center, no, what is beyond the universe, beyond everything. A blade who is tempered with anger towards The Root, who it shall one day reach.

Robert Sylvester Kelly. 17 years old. Chicago. Unknown. Broke. Hungry. Talented. — But the soul inside him was not his. — The man who woke up in that body was normal. No killer. No monster. No villain hiding behind a smile. Just a regular man who died before his life ever became anything worth remembering. — And then— He opened his eyes as a name history already hated. — A voice that could shake churches. A body still young enough to change. A future full of fame, money, women, music, scandal, rot, and prison. A legacy already waiting to become poison. — But this Robert is different. He knows what the name becomes. He knows what the world remembers. He knows talent is not enough to save a man from himself. — So he has one choice. Become the legend without becoming the stain. Rewrite the songs. Rewrite the fame. Rewrite the man. — Because history already created R. Kelly. Now someone else has to survive being him. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is a part of the I.C.T.M.H.E.T.E.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

Vyrie is the orphaned apprentice of an alchemist. He is currently living in a part of the world that is still recovering from the effects of the Miasma, even though hundreds of years had passed since the hero, Spero, has saved the world.

The newly founded New Star Guild, a trio of orphan girls on a quest to avoid genuine employment, has finished a quest. Climb a tower, fight monsters, and dodge the boss at the end by robbing him mid-fight. With their loot comes a Wishing Box, self-explanatory; they would've loved to wish for material goods. Instead, they've been given something potentially far greater. Or worse. Goodwill_Cashier, a fully maxed Hyplexian, serial bread maker. Hustler. Socialite to a deranged functional society. Iris wishes they could've just gotten some money.