chris brown and jhene aiko fanfic

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.

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.

All it took was one look and now... I'm on my knees "What's my name?" He asks "Mr. Brown

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."

(WARNING! THIS INCLUDES GRAPHIC DETAILS ABOUT DEATH AND OTHER TRIGGERING TOPICS!)Millie was an average teenage girl, besides the fact that she's a famous actress and model and literally has like 18 million followers on Instagram. She was funny, smart, kind, caring, beautiful. She is also the girl, who would still be alive, if she would have put on a seat belt.

SYNOPSIS There is an investigator who possesses special eyes, a unique trait belonging to the top 0.1% of the world's population. In the present day, where almost everyone utilizes Sorcery, and tools infused with Spellcraft are used deep within daily life— There is [Lee Hye-yoom], a unique individual who is part of the world's top 0.1% with special eyes, yet who cannot use Sorcery due to a lack of Spiritual Power, nor can she even perceive Ghosts or Specters. Her profession is that of a Phenomenon Investigator, specializing in incidents caused by spiritual phenomena—namely, Sorcery, Ghosts, and Specters. She works as an investigator for the Republic of Korea’s greatest Phenomenon Investigator. “What sort of case is it this week? If it’s something the police can sufficiently resolve, like the last one, I won’t accept it.”

I will not explain some of the things which are impossible in the original and the mult-verse too. It make it less fun BTW! Plus sorry about the picture it a W.I.P! So anyways enjoy! art is not mine, belongs to darkex14!

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend

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.