lois and chris 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.

Hayes was a man who understood soil, crop rotation, and the quiet dignity of a job well done—right up until the moment he died on a Kansas highway. He wakes up in a Smallville farmhouse with a black three-ring binder on his kitchen table and a body that is starting to feel far too light. Armed with The Family Ledger, Hayes navigates the social ecosystem of a town that doesn't know its greatest hero has returned home. As his Kryptonian Heritage wakes up in the form of system-tracked abilities, Hayes must balance his life as a county extension officer with the Heroic Chores assigned by a Ledger that knows exactly who—and what—he is becoming.

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.

The man-hating feminist Lois Lane learns to hate men less as she is continually saved by the most manliest man of them all: Superman, who is secretly her co-worker Clark Kent of which Lois has maybe, also, sort of, possibility been developing feelings for! A 1940s cartoon modern-day adaptation.

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."

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!