When Lee downloads a seemingly innocent dating sim that happens to have a focus on romancing male characters, his life becomes hijacked by game mechanics. Lee is forced to navigate several real-life romantic relationships with his male peers and battle the unexpected twists of love, loss, and the blurred line between game and reality. Updates Fridays

Reborn in a wold that was pure fiction was NOT the plan the now Yuki had. In his previous life, he was a she, and enjoyed reading the popular Manhua, Solo Leveling. Now, he was living out one of his dreams, while being childhood friends with the protagonist, Sung Jinwoo. Joy. I do not own characters besides my own, and the cover is not my original work.

Soyo's in hell, but it's warm down here, so he'll stay. "We of the Vassago house are wolves," his Father tells him. "We are a pack, a family. And here the strong protect the weak, and no one is left behind." (He'll get a little addicted to insanity along the way, but that's fine, right?) - Also published on AO3 as 'liberation of the damned'. Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun © Nishi Osamu

The world is not black and white. It is not grey, nor is it anywhere close to monochrome. The world was made of rainbows. Beautiful, terrifying rainbows. Killua Zoldyck knew these things, even if he hadn't, at first. And yet, even as he knew these things, he still managed to see his life through the bleak eyes of one who knew only death and pain. Because Killua, before learning of colors, was taught to fade into- to become- the darkness. Then Gon had arrived, bringing with him a plethora of yellows and blues and green- so much green- and Killua lost sight of the darkness. For a moment, it receded into the background. But only for a moment. Killua didn't want to lose his memories of the colors, but he did wonder if things would have been easier if he'd just gone along with the life laid out before him. The fear of losing the colors was what made them painful in the first place, but Killua couldn't help it. Once he'd seen them, he could never forget, even as their absence reverberated through his soul. The rain was grey. Soft, and light, but grey. A different shade than the one he'd grown up with, but still, grey had always brought him so much suffering. Would it stop, if he stopped struggling against it? In any case, Killua's world had disappeared, in the rain, and when he'd opened his eyes, the rain was bluer than he remembered. Pellets creating a barrage instead of droplets that melted on his cheeks. For a while, he returned to the shadows. When he finally emerged, he heard whispers of heroes and villains, of vigilantes. Of quirks. Killua knew far too much for his age, yet at the same time, far too little. But one thing he did know was that he did not want glory, he did not want fame or money. Killua wanted the colors, the fun, the laughter. And he'd do anything to get it. Now, remember one thing: Killua Zoldyck is not a villain. But he is far from a hero. *This fanfiction is inspired by other works of the genre; see the first page

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

To be loved; or the action of 'love' in general, was a word unbeknownst to Amadea long before she had died. When she wakes as Arius De Alger Obelia, the Crowned Prince to a kingdom ruled by a relentless and cold Emperor, the term 'love' continues to escape him. A grounded rendition of being reincarnated in a world highly underdeveloped than the present, and the following consequences of such on one's psyche. . . . Or, that one universe where Athanasia isn't so alone in a world with a psychotic father -- she just hasn't seen through her brother's eyes yet. | contains mature themes |