When a masked stranger is brought to the compound to be kept in the cell and interrogated. The never ending mind games seem to infuriate the Avengers, but all is not as it seems.

Set in wartime Germany, this Jojo Rabbit fanfiction follows Y/N Y/L/N, a former military captain forced to trade the battlefield for the classroom due to nerve damage in her arm. Teaching at a local military school, she crosses paths with Jojo Betzler, a spirited boy with a vivid imagination-and his equally headstrong mother, Rosie. After a hospital visit for Jojo takes a dramatic turn, tensions explode when Rosie publicly confronts Y/N, leaving both women questioning their first impressions. Despite their rocky start, chance meetings soon reveal the cracks in their guarded exteriors. Through witty exchanges, poignant moments, and the music that carries them through the chaos, Y/N and Rosie discover an unexpected connection that neither saw coming. Accompanied by Cebrus, Y/N's loyal military dog missing a leg but not his bravery, this story is filled with flirtation, heartache, and the tender light that breaks through even the darkest times. When love blossoms in the shadow of war, can it survive the world threatening to tear it apart? G!P Reader

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.