─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 𝕋𝕆𝕌𝔾ℍ 𝕊𝕆𝔽𝕋𝕀𝔼メ ════════════════ Kenichi Naoyuki was just an ordinary young man with ordinary worries. Then, one mysterious green light turned humanity to stone. Waking up thousands of years later, he's forced to survive in a primitive world where science is humanity's only hope. Alongside geniuses like Senku, Naoyuki dives into chaos, danger, and rebuilding civilization from scratch. Somehow, between all the fighting, teasing, and reckless decisions... he also ends up stealing a few hearts along the way. ════════════════ 𝘋𝘙.𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘟 𝘔𝘈𝘓𝘌 𝘖𝘊 ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[ AN ORIGINAL BL NOVEL FROM RUNNOX ] Feng Xi, who was just an ordinary guy, loves to read cultivation novels, and there was his recent favorite novel entitled "The Black Book.". When he was about to reach the ending of the novel, he fell asleep and woke up as the first cannon fodder of the novel, Liu Xiao. What will he do to gain the favor of the protagonist? (Note: This is a BL story, so feel free to leave if you don't like this type of story. I understand and accept your personal preferences.)

"... Ron." "Yes, young master?" "... was that a person covered in mud just now?" "Oh, that must be Faye. Have you forgotten, young master? You sent him away on a fool's errand." '... who the heck is Faye? But that doesn't explain why he looks like that either!' wherein an unknown variable pops out of nowhere for Cale to deal with.

(Male reader story, LOOOONG description ahead. TL;DR at the end lol) The MC is a demon with lingering memories of a past he'd long forgotten. Memories of a voice and face. An attachment he feels he shouldn't have. This person was special to him. So special, that years after their passing, he finds himself wondering... "Why? Why did she smile, why did she get angry, why did she care...if none of it mattered anyway? If she knew she would die and her short life would amount to nothing? All of that effort, all those wasted emotions...for what?" Questions like these lead him to try the things she liked, experiencing the moments that brought her so many emotions, only to feel...nothing. None of it felt meaningful. Why? What was so different about HER that made it seem important? After spending years trying to understand, he eventually decided it was time to leave. There was no point in wasting anymore time, none of this mattered anyway. Then, hundreds of years later, as he'd seemingly given up and abandoned the life he grew up with, a peculiar encounter with an elven mage intrigued him. The distrust in her body language and directly hostile attitude towards his every word...her hate seemed so genuine. So human, that he wanted to learn how she learned to feel. Why she hates, why she protects. What made it all worth it? And to his confusion, despite her hostility, she agreed to show him. Perhaps this was just a ploy to kill him when he's vulnerable. It likely was. But little did he know, this encounter would eventually unravel the very core of his being, revealing something both believed wasn't possible. Something genuine, from a demon whom was never meant to feel. TL;DR: This is a story about a demon learning to feel human emotions that he shouldn't have, due to having a different life than others. It will mostly follow the story of Frieren, with the exception of a few things I have planned for MC. Demons are still evil and I will treat it as such.

It was the hand. Because there, on the index finger of my right hand, was a very, very familiar golden ring with markings on it. A ring that I knew didn't belong anywhere but in a fantasy book. Holy shit, I was Sauron!

Nymmril, a young skin-changer from the far deserts, has been under the care of his Keeper Beorn for centuries. With the dragon present, it was deemed too dangerous for him to leave. But what happens when Gandalf and his company of mischievous dwarrow stumble into the Carrock asking for help? Only one thing is for certain: A lion's loyalty is a powerful weapon. Legolas x male!oc , Fili x male!oc DESOLATION OF SMAUG - LOTR: RETURN OF THE KING

"OI, WHAT DO WE DO?" "Ask Asahi! He's the oldest!" "Not mentally!" "DAICHI'S GONNA KILL US!" "Hinata boke!" " What the- I didn't even do anything this time!" Shiro winced at the increasing noise as more and more of them resorted to screaming instead of talking like normal human beings. Then again, he wasn't the definition of normal either, but they didn't know that. Not yet, at least. If he stayed in that gym any longer, he'd not only be a one-legged cripple, but a deaf one too. He made his way to the exit, only to be knocked over by a very hyperactive libero. "Where you going, kouhai? You still gotta serve to me!" Glittering, cat-like eyes sparkled above him, a huge grin plastered on his face. He shifted so he was sitting cross-legged on Shiro's chest, grinning even wider as he saw his furious blush. "Did anyone ever tell you how adorable you are?" Nishinoya cooed and was elated to see Shiro's bewildered expression. Here he was, sitting on the pretty boy everyone couldn't help but fall for, and the latter was blushing! "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" A dark shadow fell upon the gym, violently yanking Noya off the poor boy. Shiro gulped, his face turning deathly pale from tomato red as he stared up at Noya, who now was dangling from a furious Daichi's hold. The captain looked around, seeing the disaster and the frozen, guilty expressions on the other's faces, and all of a sudden, the team stopped breathing. He was foolish to think he'd live to twenty. **************************** Takumi Shiro, a boy of few words and fewer smiles, has spent his whole life silently searching for his chance. He's an enigma, a powerhouse, a boy of monstrous instinct and reflexes on the court, even though he's been an amputee since he was 6 years old, and kept out of the game throughout his years in middle school. But when he transfers to Karasuno, will he finally find his way to the top? Will this broken crow finally get a chance to fly?

COMPLETED ---- in which Karasuno's ex setter finally gets the younger brother he wished for

The most beautiful words of love are told in silence for a look. He had always thought he wouldn't need anybody. Given how he solely focuses on the blades he crafts. Yet, the moment he delivered the blade to the new Hashira, He couldn't help but feel his heart skipped a beat then. Time and again, she showered him with affection while he returned with none. Only for him to love her back in his own way, which she had always known.