▃▃▃▃▃ "i'm sorry, sukuna. this was inevitable after all". ╔═══════ in which gojō kiyo attempts to reseal the ryōmen sukuna. ═══════╝ ▃▃▃▃▃ warnings: • slight ooc • may be spoilers • lowercase intended • inuyasha inspired ▃▃▃▃▃ started: 1/23/2021 finished: 2/27/2021

[ PREQUEL TO 'Heaven's Cursed Souls ] In which the King of Curses himself falls for a regular-looking human a thousand years ago. Or at least he thought she was. |-~•~-| "Come on! You missed out on a thousand years so I have to catch you up to speed! Y'know, YOLO! That means 'you only live once' but I guess this is your second time living so-" "(Y/n)... Please don't ever say that again." |-~•~-| Jujutsu Kaisen does not belong to me. Any pictures used belongs to their rightful owners :) *The reference photo in the 'Before you Begin' page belongs to @JenyNux. *From chapter 16 onwards, the pictures will belong to @273_cb unless stated otherwise. The reader in this story will be referred to as she/her. |-~•~-| START: 12 - 17 - 20 END: 1 - 26 - 21

- THE UNEXPECTED SERIES : BOOK I - Devastated by the sudden confession from her boyfriend, Park Edlyn decided to go to the rooftop to clear her mind. That is until she met Sim Jake, a handsome neurosurgeon who worked at her father's hospital. They both decided to get drunk and tell each other life stories. It was going so well until they both woke up sober in the same hotel room with marriage documents on the table. They realised they got married due to a drunken mistake but both of their families didn't want them to get an annulment because it would ruin their reputation. Can Edlyn and Jake live together without having the urge to kill each other?

[𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘧!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳] ↳ 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? Cover Art Credits: @azukimame0814 on Twitter

[𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘹 𝘧!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳] ↳𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺; 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘳. 𝘍𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘰. 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥. 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. Cover Art Credits: @Sally_Chang_ on twitter

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN