Y/N L/N had grown up with her mother in (C/N) since her parents got divorced when she was 8-years-old. When her mother dies in a car accident, Y/N finds herself moving to Japan to live with her father and his new family. What will happen when she accidentally finds herself back in 1864?

Ever since Akamine Jun fell down the stairs, everything has changed. Her world, her time and of course, her life. A series of not-so-fortunate events somehow lead her to the infamous Shinsengumi, and unwillingly she stays at the headquarters at the pretense of having amnesia. However, bad things don't just stop here... In fact, they will continue until the day she dies. Prequel of Transferred Into Hakuou!?

Suzumori Haruna is a normal woman from modern Kyoto, Japan. She happens to travel through time approximately 200 years back into the Meiji era. There she crosses paths with the Shinsengumi and falls for a certain someone.

|| COMPLETED || For a reason that you could not figure it out, you really admired Kira--the world-famous killer who kills the unkind people with an unknown strategy. One day, you went out for a walk and unexpectedly picked up a notebook with the name: "Death Note". You try to return it to the respectful owner, Kira, but he becomes interested in you. Will he basically use you to protect his identity and soon end your life, or will this killer actually fall in love with you? •DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE AND ITS BEAUTIFUL CHARACTERS, AND THE ART USED TO CREATE THE COVER...•

It was only a kiss. Keiko never expected to get involved with Light Yagami and the Kira investigation. Fate, however, had other plans. Warning: Slow burn & feels. LxocxLight [this is a fanfiction, please pardon the foolishness] based on a fanfiction idea I had back in middle school.

Ese fanfic con personajes originales que definitivamente no quieres leer. [SubaruxOC] [LaitoxOC] Co-escrito junto a Kim Ookami. Ilustración de portada hecha por Kim Ookami. Se prohíbe su uso no autorizado.

Book One in the Dimension™ Series Young, brilliant, smart, and with a dash of sassy and sarcasm, you were the ideal girl that captured the hearts of the black butler men. One problem. You weren't from their world, not even the same dimension. You thought you were simply going back in time to study Egyptians near the Nile, but ended up in a separate world. Hey, accidents happen and sometimes, they're for the better. You assumed, since girls are somewhat rare in this anime world, that the men here would be thirsty as fuck. It was half true. The guys ended up falling for you, hard, and they'll do anything to keep you in their lives. Even going as far as to leave their own dimension behind. --- Dear Reader, Be considerate of your nose and bring tissues for the Corset Scene inspired sections of writing. Bring a separate box of tissues for tears, whether it be tears of sadness or laughter I won't tell you. Also, if you were not a pervert before reading I regret to inform you that you will be after you finish the book. *wink* Lots of Innuendos, Senpai --- Sebastian/Claude/Ciel/Alois x Reader Characters involved in Black Butler rightfully belong to Yana Toboso and in no way are part of my own creation.

Muramoto Chiharu is a professional assassin that specializes in all types of guns. Her target is a yellow tentacled monster named Koro-sensei, but someone just keeps distracting her from her goal. Akabane Karma. "What does he want? Why is he so persistent? Why can't I kill him?" *HONORS* 2nd Place In Anime Watty Awards 2015 18 January 2016: Ranked 359th in Romance 21 January 2016: Ranked 723th in Romance All characters except OCs belong to Assassination Classroom, an anime which inspired this storyline. ChxinedAlice does not claim any songs, pictures, videos or any media as her own. To those who have not watched Assassination Classroom, it is advised that you watch it before reading this if you do not want spoilers

"I will wait, dear. A Patient of Eternity, my crush. A universal still, no rust." ... Charlotte has always had a rather morbid obsession with death. After losing her father at a tender age, and her mother some years later, Charlotte is left all alone in the world with no one to depend on. That is, until she meets the Undertaker, the man who deals with death as though it is the most beautiful part of life. Under his tuition, she begins to learn the secrets of his dark trade -- and in turn, also begins to question whether or not the man she is slowly falling in love with is entirely human... (cover by @violinfreakk ) NOTE: This story was first published on the sixth of August 2013 -- meaning that any information which has been fabricated may conflict with subsequent chapters of manga. Please remember this!

"Hold me close, don't let go, watch me burn...In this Hospital for Souls." "...the one thing that is absolutely awful about being a reaper is the eyesight problems that come with it, he has decided. Even now, in the sunlight (the accursed sunlight, almost burning through his excuse for a skin), holding the stupid list two inches from his damn face, he is still having difficulty reading the names. "Jarrod Fineman," he murmurs aloud, still squinting at the paper. "Aged twenty five. Died on the 12th of March, 1894; cause of death... butter knife to the heart." His nose wrinkles as he connects the dots; the butter knife with the butler, the butler with the demon, the demon with the earl. It was evident - a business deal gone wrong, which had resulted in Jarrod's rather ignorant move to attempt to shoot Ciel Phantomive. The demon had moved without hesitation; the reaper had watched as he tore the man's throat open, while at the same time skewering him in the chest. Phantomhive looked on, completely unfazed, as the crimson blood pooled on the floor of the magnificent palace that he liked to call a mansion. Afterwards, he cleared his throat, and said to the butler: 'Clean it up. I have other business to attend to." Sebastian Michaelis had bowed dutifully at the waist, his demeanor totally serious. "Yes, my Lord." He had watched as Michaelis so very carefully mopped the floor, almost as if he were in cheerful ignorance about the corpse in front of him. He could not have known about the reaper in the room with him already, with his own strict expression, his wicked scythe in the form of a heavy axe. Watching him, ever moment that had unfolded, whilst judging the dead man secretly. He had already sent him to Hell..."