chelle buffy fanfic

Before the old ones came to power there were whispers of a being so powerful that it brought all deities fear just with the mention of its name. Known to be the first being to come into being the Titan was feared by all. His very name calls his attention to the speaker. The last old one to leave this world was said to have spoken his name and fled hoping to call him down upon humanity in one final act of revenge. The old one was never heard from again.......

Roan Holt made one bad deal with something that predated the Slayer line, the Watcher's Council, and every classification system currently running on the Hellmouth. What he got was not a gift — it was a consequence. Soul-bonded modifications with no entry in any Watcher's archive, abilities that emerged because his body had to adapt to what now lives inside it, and a prophetic blank that makes every oracle in the known cosmological order miss him entirely. He is the hardest thing in Sunnydale to kill that no one has thought to look for. Faith is spiraling. Kendra's death is coming. The Angel soul question sits like a wrongly-witnessed contract. He knows the ledger of his non-interventions better than anyone. The Council's anomaly specialist is on the way — and Roan Holt is exactly the kind of problem their procedures were never designed to handle.

Cole moves to Sunnydale a week before a sixteen-year-old transfer named Buffy Summers walks into the library. The dashboard only he can see logs the town like a battlefield: Adaptation Engine ticking up resistances every time something tries to kill him, Resonance Leech surging when he stands inside three meters of a Slayer or a Hellmouth or the wrong kind of demon. The Aegis Bonds list five names he has bled to keep alive — his mother, his younger brother, the classmate he saved on day one, Buffy, and the witch named Amy whose mother body-swapped her in chapter twelve. He intervenes early, badly, often, and the system promises that if anything kills him he reconstitutes twenty-four hours later on the nearest safe ground, minus most of what he had earned. Spike calls him the shiny boy. Drusilla wants to keep him. A demon collector called the Cartographer is filing his entry in a catalog older than the Watchers Council. Cole has already died once. The second one is going to cost more.

MC dies in a car accident, and is taken by Janus the good of door's, Chaos amongst other things, and Eris the goddess of Chaos and sex. MC gets to chose two cheats and he picks two options that he fondly remembers from an animated series, but there's a twist as it turns out our MC is the reincarnation of a being that was once a Hell Dimension Emporer God King of an anime themed hell dimension, will his magical might be used for good or evil, will mc get all the hot Buffyverse babes? I don't know but let's find out.

Damien arrives in Sunnydale with his mother, both hoping for a fresh start. The town looks postcard‑perfect—sunny streets, cheerful houses, and friendly neighbors—but Damien immediately senses something is off. The brightness feels too clean, too staged, as if hiding shadows beneath the surface.

Seemingly, reincarnated in the same world but in a female body and in another country? Not to worry, apparently, it's actually Twilight, and I'm the main character, even though I don't quite feel like it. The world is trying to make it romance story fit for the books, but I don't support the notion. Grapeshot or Twilight for those who are into women [ This fanfiction is a Twilight + IRL Mythologies + Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The story is a prequel to Weissweise and Solium Excidium, if you are not afraid of minor spoilers, you should read others as well Also it's a start of multi crossover and slightly crackish because of the sarcastic nature of the main character. ]

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Generic Self-insert into My Hero Academia universe. If you haven't figured it out by now the fic is going to be about Fullmetal Alchemist alchemy in MHA. Main pairings would be Toshixinko, IzuxOchako, OCxMomo, ShinsoxJiro. Pairings may be changeable. The author is a lazy guy and a serial dropper but is still horrified by the lack of this fic so he is writing it. Please be careful. My discord link https://discord.gg/3GDnU3Y.

❝ who cares if i'm your teacher? ❞ ˇ ? -- ＃chat series no. one ;; started : 1O. 16 . 19 ;; ended : unknown ;; author : fantasihun

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?