#transmigration

[sicklyworm]

I prefer when transmigrators have a personality that makes them maladapted for modern life but they absolutely flourish in the settings and time period they get dropped into.

Like yeah Shang Qinghua is a paranoid workaholic that doesn't give a shit about murder and has a raging god complex... But if you put him in the cultivation novel he made in a demon court full of violence and danger and suddenly he's the guy you need.

[izaarcc]

Silly omegaverse transmigration + royalty idea because I've been reading a lot of transmigration stuff lately. Alpha prince x beta reader.

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."

What about your vacation?

[eclipse-msoul]

Rage of a Mother

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???)

A/n : I read too many Chinese novels during studying. Fyi I was bored :-)

[061325]

Spending His Money & Falling In Love

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!

‘you REALLY don’t care if i use your money right, Sylus?’

The idea of spending Sylus’s money made you anxious. You knew he had so much, more than he could ever need but you were worried he didn’t really want you to use it. What if he only gave you his card out of pitty? Out of obligation? Or worse; what if he gave you his card because he thought you were her?

He gave it to you so quickly. The first day you’d actually managed to make your predicament known to him and the others. You’d barely explained everything to Sylus before he was handing you his black card and telling you to use it for whatever you needed. You expected some sort of resistance, and although you felt like you had enough proof to convince everyone that you had, in fact, come go Linkon from another world, Sylus was the most receptive to that information.

Sure Jenna said her and the hunters association would take care of you, and Zayne, Xavier, Caleb, and Rafayel all believed you, but they didn’t accept you. You told yourself you were fine with that, you had to be, what other choice did you have. But Sylus immediately throwing you a lifeline like that gave you some hope. That didn’t stop the anxiety though.

To your surprise Sylus responded almost immediately.

‘Of course, sweetie. That’s what I gave you the card for.’

Before you could come up with a reply— another message came in.

‘What are you looking to buy? Need any help getting what you want?’

Your fingers typed away, tapping against your phone screen with little clicks.

‘just some stuff for the apartment… maybe some blankets or a poster or something…’

‘jenna was nice enough to find somewhere for me to stay but… it looks like a hotel in here…’

‘i feel lonely being alone in a blank apartment all by myself’

Sylus messaged back quickly.

‘I can fix that.’

You blinked at the message. What did he mean by that?

‘are you offering to go shopping with me?’

‘Not exactly.’

‘Let me come over. We can browse around online and find you some new decor.’

‘And I’ll keep you company for the evening so you don’t feel so alone in that sad little apartment.’

Oh. That wasn’t what you were expecting. Part of you wanted to say no. What if it was awkward? What if hanging out with Sylus in real life wasn’t anything like playing the game? You had only texted him so far, other than that first meeting where you explained everything to everyone.

But another part of you really wanted to see him. You could barely convince anyone else to talk to you. To be fair you weren’t trying too hard, letting them have the space they needed while they processed your existence here. But the few times you had reached out or actually seen any of them in person it was awkward. Sylus had been the only one talking to you like a real person, which was ironic for someone you had previously known to be a video game character.

You couldn’t pass this up.

‘okay…’

‘heres the address’

‘No need, I’m on my way now.’

It made you smile. Of course. How very Sylus of him.

Before you knew it there was a rhythmic knocking on your door. And then Sylus was standing before you. A lazy grin across his face that was definitely familiar, but that you were getting a whole new look at now.

“Kitten.” Sylus greeted as you stepped aside, letting him into the living space of the little apartment.

Sylus looked around, taking in the bare walls, and drab colored furniture.

“You really do need some decorations.”

You laughed, “It’s not what I would have picked if it was up to me…”

Sylus humme. “You should have let me get you somewhere better to stay. I’m sure theres better places in Linkon than this.”

He shot you a smile but his tone was deadly serious.

You choked out another laugh. “Yes, and how would you like to explain that to The Hunters association?”

He shrugged.

“I’ve got a million different people keeping tabs on me now, I don’t think we need all of them questioning why you decided to be so generous or where you got the money to put me up at, Mr. Leader of Onychinus.”

“I could handle it.”

He said smoothly, moving to sit on the white couch at the center of the living space.

You followed after him, awkwardly shuffling around, not sure how close or how far you should sit next to him.

Sylus gave you a look over but didn’t comment, choosing instead to change the topic.

“What kind of things do you need?”

You hummed in thought, “Well… I have all the necessities I guess… But I thought maybe some bedsheets could be nice… a plushie maybe, or i don’t know… a decorative pillow?”

You fidgeted with your hands before adding. “Oh… and if you don’t mind I was hoping to find some different shampoo and body wash… the stuff they gave me is irritating my skin…”

Sylus looked at you expectantly but you didn’t know what he wanted so for a few moments you both just sat there staring at each other.

“…That’s it?”

“What do you mean thats it?” You asked, baffled.

Sylus chuckled. “Oh Sweetie, we can get you more than that.”

Sylus pulled out his phone, typing away for a few moments before he spoke.

“What kind of color scheme were you thinking?”

You thought about it for a minute. Nearly everything was white and modern, so any color would probably work as bedsheets. You settled on your favorite color, responding to him simply.

He hummed. Scrolling again before motioning for you to come closer.

You scooted over to him and peered at his phone screen. Good god. How could bed sets be so expensive? The color was really pretty though.

“Those are way to expensive Sylus.”

“Don’t worry about the price, I’ll handle it. Is that the color you want?”

You fidgeted, “Yeah… the color is really nice.”

“Good.” Sylus added them to his cart before continuing. “They’re the same brand I have. They should be comfortable.”

“Find something else. Theres plenty of options for home goods. Get some blankets, dishes, curtains, wall art, whatever would make this place more homy for you.” Sylus navigated to the home page of whatever site he was on and handed the phone to you.

“Don’t. Look. At. The. Price.” He said sternly.

You shot him a look before taking the phone from his hands. It looked like any other online store, some fancy department store probably, but it sold anything you could need. The prices were outrageous but you felt this wasn’t a fight you were going to win with Sylus. So you scrolled for a while. You tried not to go overboard, trying to be picky and only choose a few things but but every time you’d look at something a little too long Sylus mused for you to add it to the cart. And before you knew it you had an order of anything you could possibly need in a home on its way to you, all payed for by Sylus.

“Now what kinds of soap do you like?”

And thats how your night was spent, navigating between different stores Sylus recommended looking for things to buy. Soaps, plushies, clothes. You’d have said Sylus was going overboard, sugget you were going to spend all his money, if you didn’t know better. By the end of it all you were nearly in Sylus’ lap, your awkwardness from earlier completely forgotten, in favor of being close to him so you could show him anything cool you found on his phone.

Sylus was calm and patient on the outside but on the inside his heart was swelling in ways he had thought he would never feel again. You weren’t the person he knew from before, you didn’t have the same preferences, you didn’t talk the same way, but the you he was seeing in front of him now was someone he never knew he needed. Getting to know your favorite body wash scent, hearing you talk about a plushie you had from before you ended up here, he was finally getting to know you. There was no version of “you” from before that clouded his thoughts, he wanted the you that was in front of him here and now. And he hoped that you’d feel the same way about him soon too.

[strangeanonperson]

Yandere!Demon King x Isekaied!Chosen One!Reader

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.

Your alturism has landed you in a pickle, dear Chosen One. Whether you accept the Demon King's love and are able to turn things around, or drown in his obsession leaving humanity to burn to the ground, or perhapse find love in the arms of another is completely up to you now.

[kitsutsugikuni]

What if (Reader) was from our world and loved music like any and all music.

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.

[tmswritesfanfics]

Paper Snow, Glittering Fish

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

<<read the synopsis and content warnings first>>

Pairing/Relationship: isekaid!older sister!Reader x 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!

***

It was Mother’s Day again, and although he didn’t want to, Gun joined his classmates in making a card.

The teacher passed by and then did a double take on his table. “I see you’re using glitter this time.”

“Yes.”

She tilted her head. “Wow, is that a goldfish? Is it the mama or the baby?”

“No, it’s Nugget.”

“Nugget?”

“Our pet goldfish.” He then blew the excess glitter off the page. “Apparently, we call him that because Nugget gives good advice, otherwise known as ‘nuggets of wisdom,’ but I think it’s because Nugget resembles a chicken nugget.”

Holding back her laughter, the teacher nodded and Gun reached for the cup of gel pens.

“What are you writing?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Tell me if you need help with the characters.”

“Um, teacher?” He kept glancing between two pens. “Do girls prefer pink or red?”

“Let’s see… what’s your mom’s favorite color?”

“My mom?”

The teacher tilted her head. “Well, you are making this for her, aren’t you?”

He said nothing.

“If you don’t know her favorite, then you pick one for her. Trust your gut. It’s a very valuable trait for a man to be able to choose for the women in his life,” she encouraged before getting called away by another pupil. 

Gun put down the pens and stared at the card he thought he didn’t want to make. It was the opposite of what he wanted last year: the base was a gentle blue and he overloaded it with green origami leaves and pink flowers, on the front page was his clumsy drawing of Nugget, glittering orange and gold. The only thing missing was a message. 

When the bell rang, everyone rose to their feet, bowed and sprinted out of the classroom, everyone except Gun, who stopped by his teacher’s desk.

“Is something wrong?”

“Teacher…”

“Yes?”

“Do I have to give the card to my mother?”

Her head jerked, taken aback by the question, but she regained her composure immediately and smiled. “You know, Gun, a mother doesn’t always have to be our mothers.”

“What do you mean?”

“A mother is anyone who is kind, loving and supportive to us, it can be whoever inspired you to make the card you’re holding so protectively to your chest right now.”

He blushed. 

“Did that help you?”

“I think so.”

“All right then. Go on now, I’m sure your chauffeur and guards are getting worried.”

Gun bowed. “Thank you, teacher.”

When he exited the building, three men in black were in front of the gates, eyeing down the security guard until they saw Gun. 

The three men greeted him in unison, “Young master.”

“Let’s go—oh.” Gun gazed at the security guard.

He then bowed, shocking everyone. Gun’s uncle and mother taught him never to lower his head for anyone outside the family, but he was discovering many new things, like how his family wasn’t always right. 

“Thank you for your hard work, mister.”

“Uh, sure. No problem…”

Gun turned to the men in suits. “Let’s go home.”

“Yes, young master.”

The trip back home felt abnormally long. Gun tapped his foot the whole way. 

When he finished with his usual duties, he snuck his way to your garden, to the other wing of the estate. 

You were sitting on a picnic blanket and leaning over the pond. “—so anyway, I put cat poop in the sandwich. You should’ve seen that kid’s face when he bit into it. I almost gave myself away and laughed.”

She’s talking to the fish again. 

“Ane ue,” he called, stepping into your space.

You looked up and flashed him a bright smile. “Well, look who’s here. Sit down, and I told you that ‘onee-san’ is just fine.”

He approached your blanket but didn’t take a seat.

You held up a plastic bag from the convenience store. “They were selling a new brand of iced tea, let’s try it together.” 

Gun wasn’t allowed to even enter a convenience store. Everything he ate, drank, wore—everything had to be the best, from the best. Rather than be impressed, the children in his school regarded him like something was wrong with him.

When he didn’t make a move to sit down, you raised a brow. “Gun?”

Gathering his courage, he bowed and shoved the card towards you. “This is for you.”

“Eh?”

“It’s…it’s something we had to make in school.”

You put down the bag, stood up and accepted the card. As you examined the paper, he felt his cheeks burn. He knew it was childish.

“You can just throw it away if you want. You don’t have to keep it—”

He was pulled into a hug. A warm hand perched on his head. “I can tell you worked hard to make this, I’ll be sure to treasure it.” There was no coldness or mocking in your tone. “Thank you, Gun.”

“You live here alone?” 

Gun made a face. You lived in a one-storey, one-bedroom house with too-low a fence and gate that any intruder can climb over. 

“Yup. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get you some coffee.”

“I’ll do that—”

“You paid for the barbecue and then the ice cream, let me do this for you.”

He sighed, then smiled. “All right.”

He sat cross-legged on the living room floor. The house was cheap and he understood why: the ceiling webbed with water stains and he could tell that it leaked during heavy rain, the pipes groaned so loudly he couldn’t hear the neighbor’s dogs, and the paint was peeling everywhere. He searched for his phone, eager to look up available condos, when he saw several printouts on your coffee table.

“Online Gambling Patterns and Predictors of Problem Gambling Among Korean Adolescents During the COVID-19 Pandemic: A Cross-sectional Study,”

“Problematic online gambling among adolescents: A systematic review about prevalence and related measurement issues,” and

“Gambling, Youth and the Internet: Should We Be Concerned?”

He shouted, “Why are you researching online gambling?”

“Oh, that?” you yelled back from the kitchen, “I'll be holding lectures to warn students about scammers and the dangers of betting.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” You reappeared with two mugs. 

“That doesn’t sound like something a nurse is assigned to do.”

“It’s not, technically, but I volunteered.”

“Tell me they’re at least paying you extra.”

“No, but the teachers have been super supportive and they’re helping me with my outline.” You set down the mugs and joined him on the floor.

“Okay, why gambling specifically?”

You shrugged. “If I told you it was a revelation from God, would that satisfy you?”

He sighed, but he couldn’t help but smile. He already knew why you volunteered. You called them brats but anyone could tell how much you cared.

He  could never understand it. How something as filthy as the Yamazaki blood could give birth to you and Haruto. At least Haruto had his father’s love and support, but you were alone in that abandoned wing. You never spoke of it, but he knew the reality you lived. You had to visit the kitchen yourself lest you starve, you said that you enjoyed cleaning your room but the truth was the servants couldn’t be bothered, you washed and ironed your own laundry. Unlike him and the rest of the family, you hiked the expanse of the land everyday just to reach the bus station for school. 

He had “everything.” That’s what they said, but Gun felt like he was born with a leak. No matter what he received or what he did, nothing would ever be enough because everything leaked out. 

But you didn’t have that leak. Your eyes were clear every time you looked at him. Your light never dimmed in the years you spent alone in this country and far from the barest comfort the Yamazakis gave you. 

“Nee-san.”

You paused blowing into your mug. “Yeah?”

“How did…” It was a miracle enough that you survived getting hit and falling into freezing water, but how did you continue after surfacing in Korea? 

He quickly changed the subject, “I think you should move.”

“I’m perfectly comfortable here, I have my favorite pillow.”

“I meant that you should move houses, this place is a death trap.”

“You’re overreacting, plus I’m trying to save money.”

“Then I’ll—”

“No, absolutely not, don’t even suggest it.”

“I can’t leave you here alone. I’ve seen the fence, anyone can just break in.”

“I know exactly what you feel. I worried about that when I signed the papers, but it’s been a year and nothing’s happened. Besides, I've decided I’ll stay here and save money for later.”

He picked up his mug. “What’s later?”

“For when I move in with my boyfriend, of course.” You winked—

Something hot splattered in his hand and lap.

“Oh my God! Are you okay?” You ran over to his side with the box of tissues. “Take off your pants before—”

“—you…you have a boyfriend?”

“What? No, I just said that as an example. Hurry up or the burn will get worse!” 

Boyfriend. He hadn’t thought of that before. You, his precious sister, in a romantic relationship… No, he can’t picture it. Not without his hands wrapped around that faceless man’s throat. 

a/n: some fluff because Gun deserves it.

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Disclaimer: The images were lifted from Ep. 520 and 432 - Lookism, Webtoon.

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MAIN MASTERLIST

[i-the-villain-if]

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?]

✦ CHARACTERS ✦

Su Bai Xue (苏白雪)

Minister of the Villain Department

System 008

your former System

System 143

your new System

✦ ROMANCE OPTIONS ✦

[Coming soon. Stay tuned~]