babylon berlin fanfic

Kazuma transmigrated into the world of Fairy Tail awakened one of the most overpowered abilities imaginable: the Gate of Babylon, the Treasury of the King. At first, Kazuma thought life in this world would be simple. That was until he started receiving missions from other worlds. Taking missions, building guilds in other worlds, and becoming the Guild Master __________________ Crossovers: Beelzebub, Mieruko-chan, Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid, Black Bullet, Dropkick on My Devil (Three arcs of crossovers, then only Fairy Tail) __________________ Support me and read advanced chapters at: patreon.com/_Coreal

Gil, an avid gamer who's get reincarnated to new world. He has a mission from being that reincarnated him to guide fateless word by becoming the new protagonist of the story. /The plot will mostly the same. But there is some seasoning toward the story. /Each chapter will be about 2000-3000 words

A normal person goes to the FT world 400 years before the plot starts. What will he do while he was there, he doesn't remember the plot? ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ My grammar in the first chapters was bad. Until I fix these chapters, this will be here :)

An off-center Reichsmark with a fourth claw stamped into its eagle waits on Ezra Strand's washstand the morning of April 12, 1929, and when his blood touches it a cabaret playbill scrolls across his vision and a saxophone only he can hear begins to play. He is a fingerprint clerk at Berlin's Alex headquarters with four years of history before the Reichstag burns and a covenant of survivors he has read about in footnotes everyone else called nonsense. He can trace any bill back through seven hands, wear another man's face for a day, hear through telephone wires, and feel the war-dead he failed to save. Berlin is sick beneath the gaslight, a militarist substrate hardening toward something with Hitler at its center, and the coin tells him he is the seventh seat of a 189-year compact with four living members left to find. Every power he spends costs a memory, a kilogram, a tremor, or a year of his life. He cannot stop history. He can only decide who survives it.

A random guy gets to be a hero using a power that is not his. what shenanigans will he be up to? a/n: sow someone do exactly this except it was ass (or so I heard) so I'm doing it better :D

Five abilities built for the great questions survive the Shadows' war, and Elias Wren inherited them the day he died in a traffic accident and woke in the bunk of a low-clearance station attaché on Babylon 5 in 2257. The kit is ancient — one ability per question a thinking species has ever failed to answer honestly about itself, and every grant carries a rot he cannot spend his way out of. He knows who Sheridan is, what the Shadows want, and where the war turns — but the foreknowledge is worth nothing unless he can stand beside the ambassador table without anyone asking what year he thinks he's in. He speaks Minbari at a tourist's pace, Narn at a merchant's pace, and the language of brokered compromise at a native's pace; that last one is what keeps him alive. The Vorlon never looks at him directly, which means the Vorlon is watching him very carefully.

It is about a Native American girl named Putri Pari Nivenda and her role in reuniting the world from problems against demons. The story goes on as her life toward finding out the answers about herself which she cannot bear and have hard time accepting it. She is a magical being called 'Seas' which emits blue color light.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!