rogue and logan baby fanfiction

TRANSMIGRATED TO WARHAMMER 40K! Lucan, once a 20-year-old gamer fed up with bad sequels, is brutally thrust into the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium! He awakens as a dying Rogue Trader heir, but with a game-changing cheat: a System that brings his game arsenal to life! Marines to mow down cultists and heretics? Summoned! Medics performing impossible battlefield miracles? Deployed! SCVs to repair a failing Warp Engine with methods that baffle even the Tech-Priests (and might just involve a 'soothing massage' for the ancient Machine Spirit)? You bet! Ambushed in the heart of his family's flagship, suspected by wary ship officers, and with Chaos cultists rampaging through the lower decks, Lucan is the last heir standing. The legendary Warrant of Trade – his birthright – is within reach, but only if he can survive the next few hours. The voidship is crippled, a mysterious plague is spreading, and the former Rogue Trader is missing, presumed dead. Lucan must: Master his unique System: Unlock new units and uncover the secrets of his newfound powers. Prove his loyalty: Navigate treacherous Imperial politics and clear his name. Save his ship: Battle Warp horrors and repair catastrophic damage before they're lost to the void forever. Claim his destiny: Rise from a near-corpse to the head of a Rogue Trader Dynasty. His knowledge of game strategy is now his greatest weapon. But in a galaxy where heresy means death and the gods of Chaos watch with hungry eyes, can one transmigrated gamer with a game arsenal army truly forge an empire amongst the stars? His toughest game has just begun, and in the 41st Millennium, it's play to win... or die trying!

The bad news is that you’re dead. The good news is that you’ve transmigrated. The bad news is that it’s into a world of mysteries. The good news is that you haven’t read the book. The bad news is… what you’ve just swallowed by mistake seems to be the extraordinary characteristic of a lucky one. “Writers need to be logical, but fate never is.” Lite Version Introduction: A mysterious fanfiction, female protagonist, no romantic pairing, monster path. this book is also know as Tarot Club Raising a Baby"

Yang Cheng, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou, was reborn into his one-year-old self. The Late Bloomer Comeback System had already arrived 500 years ahead of him. Yang Cheng looked up at his young mother, whose skin was soft and delicate, and said in a babyish voice, "Mommy." ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

So here's the thing — this isn't really a Naruto Uzumaki's story. It's about the other guy living inside him. The one who took every bad memory, every insult, every rotten childhood moment so Naruto didn't have to. We call him Menma. And unlike Naruto, Menma isn't interested in being Hokage or making friends or any of that. He has different plans. If you like dark, smart, morally grey characters who play the long game — give this a shot. Start reading. You'll figure out pretty quickly if this is your thing.

Author's Note:this is my fanfic i wanted to share it with you,the latest chapters are on AO3. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/70376611/chapters/182804786 WARNING: WRITTEN WITH AI Equalizer Wolverine - Ability Log File Status: Active Subject: James "Logan" Howlett Designation: Equalizer Core Equalizer Function Genetic Mimicry Trigger: Following the adamantium bonding process, Logan's altered genome developed a resonance effect. When encountering other superhuman beings, his physiology selectively adapts, copying traits that overlap with his existing weapon system (healing, senses, claws, reflexes). Constraints: Only compatible abilities can be copied (no gamma strength, no psionics). Adaptations always remain tethered to Logan's feral physiology. Experience Note: Every acquisition triggers an overwhelming shiver - primal, euphoric, almost too much like raw pleasure. Logan keeps this detail to himself. Acquired Traits 1. Predator's Senses (Wendigo) Olfaction: Tracks pheromones, blood, sweat, even emotional states. Auditory Range: Detects whispers, heartbeats, footsteps - biological sonar. Combat Effect: Near-impossible to ambush; awareness borders on omniscience. 2. Hunter's Reflex (Wendigo) Reaction Time: Reflexes now beyond feral limits. Application: Dodging gunfire, reacting faster than thought. Instinctive Precision: Moves feel predictive, almost precognitive. 3. Accelerated Healing (Wendigo) Function: Faster tissue repair, reduced blood loss, delayed fatigue. Combat Impact: Recovers between blows mid-fight. Limitation: Not true immortality - only efficiency. 4. Bone-Deep Durability (Elder Feral Twin) Effect: Claws genetically reinforced beyond natural limits. Result: Combined with adamantium, they're unbreakable - even against vibranium-tier resistance. Visual Cue: Sparks and metallic resonance instead of fracture stress. 5. Claw Elongation (Younger Feral Twin) Range: Extend claws up to 5 meters. Drawback: Adamantium weight makes control unwieldy. Applications: Long-range piercing strikes. Internal elongation for instant lethal kills. Grappling surfaces for mobility. 6. Bullet-Time Reflex (Nightcrawler) Effect: Dual enhancement layered over Wendigo reflexes. Result: Perception shifts into "slow motion." Logan moves in bullet-time. 7. Predator of the Night (Some Passerby) Night Vision: Sees darkness as daylight. Synergy: Combined with Predator's Senses, Logan becomes the apex nocturnal hunter. 8. Eagle's Eye (Young Mutant Boy) Zoom Vision: Visual clarity across 10 kilometers. 9. Spherical Hearing (Young Mutant Girl) Hearing Sphere: 20-meter omnidirectional hearing, creates a "sound map." Extended Range: Abnormal perception beyond sphere, though less precise. 10 . Cat's Smell (Feral Mutant) Function: Emotional detection through scent. Perceptions: Fear dripping like sweat. Rage sharp as ozone. Glee manic and high. Lies sour, bitter, undeniable. 11. Presence Null (Tiger Mutant) Effect: Logan emits no detectable "presence." Mechanism: Redirects bodily emissions (heat, scent, radiation) inward. Combat Advantage: Magneto cannot sense his adamantium. Supernatural and tech-based detectors fail to register him. Limitations: Damage from internalized emissions. Psychic perception still detects him. Sound remains audible, though Logan minimizes it with training. Analogy: He becomes like a chair in a room - visible, but "unfelt." 12. Thermal Sight (Military General Snake Mutant) Function: Visual spectrum expanded to infrared. Detects body heat, energy emissions, and structural warmth through walls and obstacles. Application: Identifies number of occupants in a building, living or mechanical, as long as an active heat signature exists. Robots powered by thermal-producing energy sources register clearly. Limitations: No detection of corpses or constructs fueled by "cold" or null-energy systems. Cannot distinguish detail beyond heat contours

=== Author: gothicjedi666 === *Disclaimer* I really liked this fanfiction so I wanted to put it here for easier reading, everything belongs to the original creator. If the original creator wants to take it down, pls leave a review below. This is where I read it- https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13854108/1/Rogue-Trader-CYOA-Story-1 === Synopsis: I've been asked a few times by reviewers to do a Warhammer 40k story, but it's not a universe I wish to find myself stuck in for any length of time, so I used the Rogue Trader CYOA to come up with a setup that could lead to a ship and people from the 40k universe going to more sane dimensions thanks to a special Dark Age of Technology drive. This drive was created shortly before the AI rebellion and the Warp Storms screwed over the most advanced human civilization that the universe ever knew. It allows the captain of the ship to go anywhere he can envision using some psyker power and cool tech that messes with the Warp. The SI has psykers powers that he doesn't know much about due to Inquisition's meddling, an IOM light cruiser which might as well be unstoppable in some science fiction universes, a Guard Regiment of veteran soldiers who will obey the SI's orders and a warrant telling him that he can pretty much do as he pleases outside of the IOM. No one in the IOM will try to stop him even if they could as long as he brings back nice stuff for the forge world that supports him and cooperates with his allies. He will have to return to the 40k universe for resupply and repair work, but that risk is manageable. Due to his rank, he has a lot more leeway when it comes to dealing with aliens than most IOM humans so he doesn't need to kill all the non-humans as long as he isn't seen to get too friendly with them. He has a battle harem, but they don't have real personalities they are more like bodyguards who can also serve as eye candy. So he might as well recruit skilled females for his crew or clone them if he doesn't mind waiting. He'll also need a few wives to provide him with heirs. Rogue Traders will often gather an entourage of hangers-on and companions, and this may contain alien warriors, mutants, and other undesirables who would normally be unacceptable in polite Imperial society, as such he has options for companions. He can fight in wars, go after space pirates, destroy entire hostile Xenos races, and save humans. He can plunder whole worlds just to make a profit. He just needs to keep his coffers full and bring back some shiny stuff. Should he bring back enough to appease the forge-world and impress his allies I'll give the SI more fun toys taken from the CYOA and maybe even a more powerful starship. Can't say that I'm happy with this first couple of chapters, but they do contain a lot of information that explains who and what Rogue Traders are, as what the Imperials will do, and the story will get more entertaining I promise. Please share some ideas with me either here or on my patron where I am also Gothicjedi666. I post draft chapters on that site you might not have seen here and I don't have many supporters even though I have lots of people reading my stories. To those that do support my writing, I want to say a quick thank you.

"Mianhae eomma yang egois. Kita mungkin hidup susah. Tapi eomma ingin mendengar kata 'eomma' darimu" aku membatalkan niatku untuk menggugurkan bayiku. gambar-gambar yang berkaitan dengan cerita ada di kolom komentar paragraf dan [pic]

Tyson's confusion is palpable when he wakes up disoriented in the back of a truck. But the real kicker? He's replaced the X-Men's signature hero, Rogue, and gained her superpower, a gift and curse combined. His touch becomes a danger to all, but holds near-limitless potential. Bonuses available for supporters - https://www.patreon.com/Steatoda

Reborn as the Rogue Prince “Fire remembers its true master.” He was meant to be a reckless prince — a rogue, a shadow cast by greater kings. But fate made a mistake. A modern soul awakens in the body of Daemon Targaryen, the infamous Prince of Flea Bottom. Armed with knowledge of the future, his mind is sharper than the Centenarian King, his will more ruthless than Maegor, his ambition greater than the Conqueror himself. No longer content to play the fool or follow destiny’s cruel design, he vows to change the course of history — to save his bloodline from ruin and halt the coming storm known as the Dance of the Dragons. As dragons soar and kingdoms tremble, his legend spreads like wildfire. Sea serpents vanish into the depths, lions and wolves lower their heads, and even the gods — old and new — fall silent. For this time, the Rogue Prince will not burn for others’ dreams. He will forge his own empire from the ashes of prophecy. ---

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.