#transmigration

You were the average office worker, stuck between endless work hours and no breaks in your schedule, dreading every day you were forced to work while dreaming about a quiet and comfortable retirement, away from all the city chaos. One day, walking back home after working overtime—again—you get into a traffic accident because of a drunk truck driver. In your last moments, at the end of your boring, empty life, your only regret is never achieving your so-desired retirement.

But then you wake up in a bed that's not yours, in a room you don't recognize, and a woman bolts into the room yelling how you're late on your first day of work because how dare you oversleep after literally dying?

You feel pretty alive, though, and in between her yelling and your confusion, you change into the weird butler clothes lying on the night table next to the bed, rushing to attend a certain "fourth prince" that you don't know anything about.

Context clues help you figure out you're in a different country—hell, a different century. You heard about it from your coworker, the "transmigration" thing or something, and when you remember the novel she lent you that you barely skimmed over, everything makes sense.

You're stuck in the world of the novel, a weird place with—secondary genders? You haven't completely grasped the concept, but you have a basic idea of what it is because of the few things you remember from the novel.

And then you meet the novel protagonists, the first prince and his fiance. Everyone is gushing about how perfect a couple they are, alpha and omega, fated mates. And you couldn't care less, not after all the work that was dumped into you when you, a bland beta, were assigned as the personal butler for the fourth prince, the youngest son of the family, and an alpha his father dotted on way too much.

But, honestly? You're not complaining at all. Yes, you have a lot of work to do, but you have way better pay than an average office worker, a much nicer place to stay than the one-room apartment you used to call home, and even paid vacations!

The main story was developing far away from you, a background character who wasn't even mentioned in the book, so, as long as you kept a low profile, your dream of a comfortable retirement with plenty of money to spend wouldn't be hard to achieve. You just need to endure until the fourth prince's engagement ceremony, where he was to choose a bride. After the ceremony, as tradition dictates, there will be a shift of the personnel serving him, a sign of a new start and a new life tied to his chosen partner. Then, your workload would decrease, and you would make use of your savings to have a very deserved vacation near the sea.

'It's the perfect plan,' you thought, standing with the other servants while the fourth prince selected their bride-to-be among the debutantes who sent marriage applications.

So then why...?

"I want him." The prince's voice is firm, with no degree of doubt as his finger points directly towards you. For a moment, you think your jaw is dislocated with how far it dropped. No, no, this must be a mistake. You were his butler. And a beta. And you were about to leave for your first vacation in a decade!

"The butler?" The king asks, nothing but curiosity in his tone.

"Yes. There is no chance I will take the crown, so there's no need for an heir either."

The room grows silent, your head spins when the king seems to actually consider his son's request. There's no way. Absolutely no way.

"Very well," the king nods. "Congratulations on your engagement."

Reader!mother X Yandere Batfamily X neglected! Y/n daughter

It was only after dying that you realised the world you inhabitated was from an old school Y/n neglected X Batfamily fanfic.

Perhaps it was some Divine intervention or something that despite losing your physical body in the accident, your spirit remained and clung to your daughter. 

Your daughter was the protagonist of the Fanfic.

You watched heartbroken, how that man and his family trampled your daughter’s emotions. That man’s eldest made promises he could not keep, lied excessive to the point you could feel anger rise in your chest. 

The second brat died due to joker and that man's incompetence. Pathetic

The third one was cold to the point you could feel it sweep under your dead lungs. 

The forth brat kept his distance but you knew from your experience that he was hiding something.

The fifth brat was a pickle. There were so many times you had begged every single dirty to somehow get you your physical body back. You wanted to smack the arrogance and idioticy out of him. 

That man's daughters were similar in regard to him, keeping their distance and giving your little daughter some hope through kind acts - like giggling and helping with a project once or twice. 

But that was it. That was as far as they went. 

But that man,Bruce Wayne, that scum of a man whom you had shared one night with, the same one that was your little baby's favorite superhero as a kid, was the one that dimmed her the most. 

You could only watch wretching misery as your daughter drew up into a shelll of a person. At eighteen she packed her bag and left. 

You remember cheering in your spirit form, grinning happily as she made friends and started to show a little light. 

But those bastards had the audacity to call back. 

No, more prominently it was none other than Alfred pennyworth, that did this. You knew the man who helped raised so many vigilantes and raised Batman himself couldn't be ordinary. 

Oh it made your blood boil. 

And now as you watched your daughter hesistaly extend her hand back and let them engross her in words of love and bullshit, you wanted to scream. 

Dick - that name was in the literal sense, you half supported his dead parents for being better sports and giving him a name that he represented - locked your daughter in a hug meeting his father's eyes. 

You could only watch helplessly as they drugged your daughter out of her mind and made her their little dove. She trusted them, she trusted them! —you were going to murder them. 

Clenching your fist, your glared, “ One chance God. I'll give my daughter what she actually deserves.”

Then suddenly a light surrounded you and jerked up from the bed. “ Mommy—?” That little fragile voice made you still. You locked eyes with your daughter, clearly younger. 

Eight… ten maybe

You didn't know but—

You put a gentle smile over your face and opened your arms. She cried and hugged your helplessly. You patted her back till she fell asleep. 

Looking over at your phone, there were three months left before a DNA test showed Y/n was the billionaire's daughter. 

Six till you died. 

Looking over at the clock ticking you had made your mind. 

Those bastards were going to pay hell. 

To be continued... (Maybe???)

Sylus x Isekai’d!Reader

After getting isekai’d into the lads universe you’re finally getting your feet under you but now you’re finding yourself with another problem: the apartment you were put up in. Luckily Sylus is here to help.

i made that post the other day and then suddenly there was this fic… no actual kiss but its sylus and isekai’d reader bonding for the first time so yay.

sorry formatting is a little weird i dont wanna fix it but i know tumblr people would appreciate this. not beta read!!

read it on ao3!

This serves as the premise for a chose your own adventure series I am planning on writing in the future. As such, please comment or reblog if you are interested in reading more about the concept and are open to offering support on Patreon for early access. I'm trying to see if there would be a big enough market to start the process.

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You have been isekaied into your favorite fantasy novel and have been recognized as the Chosen One of a prophecy long foretold, of a great hero from another world and their draconic companion who would put an end to the war between humans and demons once and for all.

Naturally, everyone expects you, and the little dragon who dragged you into this world, to slay the Demon King and lead humanity's grand armies to victory. Following classic isekai protagonist logic, where the transmigrator is gifted with insane powers that allow them to cheat the system, this should be no problem for you, right?

Except it is. Very much so.

You see, whatever brought you here apparently didn't get the memo about transmigration benefits, because you are exactly the same, non-magical, non-combat efficient human that you were before you were thrown into this world.

Granted, you do look a bit different from what you did before, given the black hair and white irises that identify you as the otherworldly chosen one (apparently black hair is reserved for otherworldly beings in this world and white eyes for chosen heroes) and your overall appearence becoming more animated, but other than that, there is absolutely zero change to your body whatsoever.

Since there was no way to make you a great warrior or grand mage in a short amount of time (no matter how many people insist that it would be possible because you are the Chosen One), you decide to dedicate yourself to the mastery of healing magic, for it was the only form of magic you showed a natural proficiency in.

Still, you suppose it's better than nothing, as soon enough you are sent on a journey to defeat the Demon King regardless of being ill-fitted for the job.

The Demon King, who happens to be the most powerful being in the current setting... and your favorite character.

You had always been an avid lover of villains and monsters. You'd grown to love their complexities, their tragedies, and the Demon King was no exception to this.

Born into a world to be nothing but a weapon for his kind, the Demon King was robbed of his individuality and was mentally driven to the point of allowing the human prince, the protagonist of the original novel, to kill him as his first and final act of defiance against the ones who had molded him into the 'perfect demon'.

The tragedy of his character and his villainous charisma had you latching onto the Demon King, quickly cementing him as one of your all-time favorite characters. His true form being a draconic monster was an added bonus for your monster loving heart.

So not only were you tasked with defeating an extremely powerful warrior-mage who could turn into a dragon as a mere healer, you also had to kill your comfort character with your own hands.

How wonderful.

It's no wonder you began searching for a way to end the war between humans and demons without having to face the Demon King in combat, and after hours of ransacking your brain for ideas, you come up with a plan.

You were going to befriend the Demon King and end the war through the power of friendship.

And so, you deliberatly get cursed by picking up an amulet embued with the Demon King's essence, allowing the Demon King to haunt your dreams.

At first, the Demon King treated you with cruel amusement and idignance. You were his destined enemy after all. But after continuously being treated with genuine kindness and understanding, something began to shift in his mind.

You were an enigma to him. Countless people, be they human or demon, had tried to get close to him, yet none of them had ever wanted him like you did.

Where they all flocked to his power, you flocked to him.

You saw him. You understood him. You did not condemn his monster and accepted him as a whole.

Your nightly meetings became a sanctuary for him, a chance to shed the mantle of the 'perfect demon' that had been welded onto his body for centuries. And for the first time since he was born, the Demon King looked forward to something.

Slowly but surely, the Demon King fell in love. And he was determind to make you his. Before, he was obligated to win the war. Now, he truly wanted to win it for the sake of being able to have you as his consort.

And so, you and your party members are met with constant attempts to capture you, with the Demon King himself stalking you through the cursed amulet (he watches you lead your party to cut down his men and feels a mix of pride and annoyance at the display).

The more you slip out of his grasp, the more obsessed the Demon King becomes. It did not help that some members of your party were also begining to show romantic interest in you, leaving the Demon King fearful of loosing the one thing he had grown to want, fueling his need to claim you as quickly as possible.

Series Title/AU: My Baby Brother is the Strongest Character

<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>

Pairing/Relationship: Gun Park

edit: former title was "Blooming Lotus" and it kept bugging me so I changed it.

The bell rang and their teacher clasped her hands together and beamed. “That’s it for today, everyone. Don’t forget your cards and when you get home, give your mom a big hug and tell her how much you appreciate everything she does for you.”

Everyone but Gun raised their hand and chorused, “Yes, teacher!”

He stared at the handmade card he crafted during class. Unlike the glue and glitter monstrosities his classmates made, he opted for a simple but elegant off-white paper with folded flowers and the words: “Happy Mother’s Day. Thank you for what you do.” It took him a couple of tries, but with the teacher’s guidance, he managed to make a card that met his standards–a card that will surely please his mother.

Once he was back at home, he ran straight to his mother’s quarters, holding the card behind his back. 

He waited giddily for the maids to open the door and announce his presence.

“Mother,” he called.

Today, Somi Park was dressed in a pale orange yukata with red flowers, seated properly on the tatami floor with her back straight and her hands folded neatly over her lap. “Welcome home, Gun. What did you do today?”

He bowed before kneeling in front of her. “Today our teacher had us make this.” He fought against his excitement and bowed as he offered her the card with both hands.

Somi took it from him.

Gun felt his heart race and he began to greet her, “Happy–”

The sound of paper tearing interrupted his words and he looked up.

Somi Park’s smile was cold as she said, “Why do you insist on wasting time on such frivolous things? You should have practiced your calligraphy instead.”

As he watched the card pieces fall like snow, he recalled his classmates’ answers when their teacher asked them to describe their mothers:

Mama’s hugs are the warmest…

She’s gentle and pretty–she kisses my boo-boos away.

Mommy loves me the most in the world!

What if when (Reader) was sent to the One Piece world she was sent to a deserted island, there were buildings still in place she could live in, so she felt no need to leave.

She found the snail around day 3 of scavenging around the buildings. He was a little banged up but he was alive. (Reader) nursed him back to health and ever since he has stuck to her like glue.

The first ship to hear her voice was the Red force. Shanks was about to call someone when the snail started broadcasting this beautiful voice.

Tend to a plant with poison and expect a flower are you Crazy.

Ben who had been nearby perked up curiously liking the song quickly.

Your weak and your helpless to stop me destroying you

Beckman asked around to see if anyone had called someone and forgot to hang up, but the last time someone called was well over a day ago so someone would have noticed.

Shanks wondered aloud about how someone could have such a lovely voice for once not being flirtatious. Shanks stated to leave the transponder snail alone and let it keep playing the lovely voice.

Later into the night the Moby Dick around 9pm or so a lone cook had just gotten back from a rough assignment and was making something to eat before going to bed as he was cooking someone was coming up behind him with a knife raised just before the knife went down the Snail, Thatch brought with him went off with more music.

Thatch remembering this morning when the first song started playing was excited and turned around to the knife and was able to shoot from striking.

This isn't what I wanted, This isn't what I wanted, This isn't what I wanted, This isn't what I-

Thatch yelled for help seeing it was Teach before someone came running grabbing Teach and hauling him off of Thatch, It was Marco. Knocking him out cold Marco threw Teach to some other crewmates that gathered. Marco checked Thatch over and asked him what happened he said the snail saved me. Thinking he was joking Izou hit him in the shoulder. Thatch clarified that the snail started playing out of nowhere no ring no nothing and a beautiful voice came out and as Thatch turned he saw the blade and stopped it.

Marco wondered why the snail started playing Thatch shrugged saying he didn't know all he knew is it played a lovely ladies voice. Izou asked if he knew where the snail went because it's not on the counter anymore and if anyone could find out if any of the other snails did the same thing just to find out if it was only that snail.

Up in the holy lands Shamrock and his father Garling just returned from a meeting when the transponder snail started playing. Stopping for a moment to find out that someone called or not when a lovely voice came out.

Does no one know who they're dealing with? think I'll let it go? forgot and forgive? The rage in me is terminal there's no remedy but to burn'em all.

Shamrock listened in silence for a moment before looking at his father, before he could say anything Garling got a call from another part of the holy lands. Hanging up Garling looks at his son and states that he was to find who is currently singing and bring them to Mary Geoise for Imu.

At another part of Mary Geoise Imu and the 5 elders were listening in silence.

DEMO STATUS: The first part of the prologue is out now!

After the failure of your last mission—where you lost all memories of that specific mission world—you thought your career in the Bureau of Transmigration was over. But instead of being kicked out, you were unexpectedly pulled from the Villain Department and transferred to... the Dating Department?!

System 143: Correction, host! It’s the LOVE Department—L-O-V-E~ (⁠╹▽╹)ノ♡

"..."

You were certain your life was over. A villain like you—once feared across worlds and even within your own department—now reduced to matchmaking duties? It made no sense. Destroying worlds was your specialty, not this stupid... whatever you call this pink, glittery nonsense!

System 143: It's called romance, host! >.<

"..."

"Why am I being dumped into the Dating Department?! Do I look like I have time for love? I'm too busy plotting against protagonists and planning world domination!"

System 143: Awww, you’re shy~ Love makes even the darkest soul bloom! Oh! And it’s the Love Department, host! L-O-V-E Department! (⁠ꈍᴗꈍ⁠)

"Shut up before I reprogram you with a crowbar! Seriously, which angle screams ‘shy’ to you—my fist or the crowbar?!"

System 143: Erm... your left cheek?

"..."

But no matter how much you protested, the minister wouldn't budge.

System 143: Host, calm down! This system is here to help you find your partner in life—aka your true love, slash one true soulmate, slash destined partner—ASAP! (✷‿✷)

"I am calm!! Wait—what partner?! What are you talking about?!"

System 143: Why, your lover, of course! Who else? (⁠人⁠⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠ﾟ⁠+

"No! Isn’t this about matchmaking?! Why am I the one finding a lover now?!"

System 143: Surprise~ This time, you’re the main character! And because... drumroll please... it’s the host’s new mission! (≧▽≦)

"NO!! I destroy relationships, not build them! I’m literally blacklisted in five romance storylines!"

System 143: Oof, sounds like trauma~ Let’s turn that into character development! ✨

"I swear, if you use one more sparkly emoji, I’m tossing you into a wormhole!"

System 143: But host, there’s currently no wormhole in this world...

"..." (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻

[WARNING! Some world missions end in tragedy.]

✦ KEY FEATURES ✦

- Create your very own fully customizable Main Character: choose your name, appearance, gender, sexuality, background, hobbies, personality, and even design your personal System and System Space. (And yes—your adorable pet system companion is customizable too!)

- Build and upgrade your skills, abilities, and resources to adapt to and overcome a variety of challenges in each world.

- Collect or purchase items from your personal System Mall.

- Find love, love (befriend) or make love (enemies) with a diverse array of romanceable characters and supporting characters throughout each world mission. (important words shall be repeated ;>)

- Uncover the secrets behind your lost memories… and maybe find a lover along the way?

- Complete unique world missions, each with its own challenges, twists, rewards and punishments.

- Complete the tasks in every world mission or suffer the punishment for failing to do so.

- Embark on various world missions and strive to rise to the top once again—as a villain?

- Destroy world-threatening plots, plot viruses, or dangerous characters with love and restore balance to each world, influencing its fate.

[Hello, Host. A request has been received from a parallel plane. Do you accept?]