"Why-why, God?!" he hisses under his breath, voice barely louder than the crackle of the lanterns as he walks the perimeter of the campsite. "You hate me or something? Why out of all people did I have to end up as the background character in a game that's not even finished?" The circus caravans sit quietly for now, wheels half-sunk into the dirt from travel, paint peeling from too many roads and too many promises. Canvas tents are still being raised farther in, stakes hammered into the ground with dull, rhythmic thuds. It's early-before everything. Before names turn into legends. Before stories rot into warnings. "Thank the lord I haven't met them yet," he mutters, rubbing his gloved hands together more out of nerves than cold. "So if I do... just don't screw it up. Don't be a total abusive dick." Fanart for cover credited to My discord server member and good friend Lulu!

You were loved. The Beloved Little Princess, the servants coo as the little girl passes through the halls with her brothers, always attentive and protective. Your father, albeit busy behind his desk, always made time for you. However that all changed when your new mother was introduced, a step-sister following. She reminded you of a doll. She was bright and cheerful at first but since your brothers didn't accept her, and your father barely paid attention to her, she started to act differently. Your new mother wanted to make her daughter the princess of the L/n family, and she will do anything, anything at all to make it happen. The first step was getting you out of the picture. Little by little, with staged accidents which her daughter gladly played the part, their love, trust, and respect for you disappeared. The pair always played the victim, accusing you of not wanting them to be apart of the family. Years flew by with this torment, no matter how much your pleaded, begged them to realize that you would never do any of that. They never listened, and the breaking point came when you finally realized that nothing will ever change. It will always be her, not you. So, the first chance you got you left that house. Best decision you could ever make. The small cramped apartment might be a drastic change from your lavish bedroom, but you were away from them. You wanted to turn a new leaf in this small city and have a normal loving life. Who knew that you'd be living a life far from normal as a horror circus rolls into town and you catch their attention when you saved their quiet Pierrot. The love you so craved from family, he will give it to you, destroy anything that dares to snuff it out, and give you all that is his. Though, he might not be the only one...

Cale looked nothing like the boy they remembered. Months in the holy water had remade him into something unreal-something sacred. His hair, once short and ordinary, now spilled around him in a waterfall of blood-red silk, drifting all the way to his ankles. Even dry, it shimmered faintly, as if the light inside the holy water had woven itself into every strand. His skin was pale, almost translucent, with thin golden veins of light glowing softly beneath the surface, tracing over his collarbone and down his wrists like delicate divine markings. Every slow inhale made the light pulse gently, as though a second heartbeat rested beneath his ribs. And his eyes- rose-gold, glowing weakly but undeniably holy- opened and closed with the weary grace of someone pulled back from a long, deep sleep. There was no aggression in them, no confusion, only quiet exhaustion and a strange, soft clarity. Even weakened, even trembling, he radiated a warmth that wrapped around the room like a protective blessing. The air felt lighter, calmer, as though standing too close to him meant being forgiven for something you didn't remember doing. Cale Henituse looked like a saint who had been carved from morning light and red dawn. And he had just woken up. DISCONTINUED (ALLOWED TO TAKE THIS OR ANY OF MY STORIES EXCEPT THE ORIGINAL STORY)

When a man of politics finds himself in a world of magic, patience and precision may not be enough. Aaron Burr must navigate an unfamiliar realm... and a certain professor who trusts no one.

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Harry had gained his inheritance, of course what he didn't expect was to have a harem of soulmates. Let's watch as the chaos for Harry ensues as he tries to live a normal life.

𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ────୨ৎ──── 𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙷 - ׂ╰┈➤ 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙤, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚-𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚. ╰┈➤ 𝙑𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝘼𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙔𝙚𝙩, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚-𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙬, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮. 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴 - ⤑ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ

After discovering a strange, old manga in his living room, Y/N is pulled from the modern world and dropped into the dangerous universe of Black Butler. He must navigate demon butlers, suspicious noble brats, and ancient magic while trying not to draw attention to the fact that he absolutely does not belong here. Between dodging questions, and the unnerving attention of demon butlers and a grim reaper, blending in is becoming harder than surviving. And the manga that started it all? It's not done with him yet. (This story contains some horror elements. While it's not really particularly scary for me, sensitive readers may find certain parts intense or disturbing. Reader discretion is advised?)

✧ Note: I don't own the silly pic, ltrly found it on pinterest xD so creditz to le artest! + ltrly thought of this fic last night so don't come at me! imma bite!! This work is only published on WATTPAD and AO3 ─────────────────── KRS always knew life was unfair-his new mom abandoned him, and now some rich lord with too many followers decided to adopt him. Great. Whatever. At least he'd got food, a bed, and the freedom to live his slacker life. ... .. . What if KRS getz kidnapped by silly white star?

⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝ Black Butler ✘ 𝐌! Reader ⠀ ⠀ ͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝ ❝ 𝘈𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ ༊*·˚ In which, a man from the modern world Isekaied into the world of Black Butler.