"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒕? 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆." A JJK STORY-I DONT OWN JJK OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.

"AETHR, status?" "Status: you've been spotted by a level-three moron with a pistol. Want me to laugh or cry?" "I want you to shut the fuck up." ⸻ In the shadows of a society ruled by power, quirks, and control-she stands alone. A teenager with no quirk, no legal name, and no safety net. They call her 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙚: a ghost in the system, a myth on the battlefield, a nightmare to villains. Unknown. Untraceable. 𝙐𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. Armed with a nano-tech suit she built from scraps and secrets, paired with AETHR, the AI wired directly into her suit system, Y/n takes the streets by storm. ⸻ 𝙋. 𝙎. • All visuals and moodboard images will be listed with proper credits at the bottom of each chapter when used. • This is a vigilante Y/N heavily inspired by Iron Man (Tony Stark) and cyberpunk vigilante aesthetics. • Reader-insert format. You = the main character. !!! 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: • Slow updates!! • Mature language • Violence and injury • Mentions of crime (e.g. human trafficking, abuse, etc.) • Guns and weaponry • Some psychological/mental trauma • Female reader • Angst, dark humor, slow-burn trust • Characters may be aged up or down for narrative purposes ⸻ 𝘾𝙍𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙎!! The book cover is the cover of Weekly Shonen Jump 2022, Issue No. 43. • Publication: Weekly Shonen Jump (週刊少年ジャンプ). • Issue Number: No. 43. • Publication Date: October 10, 2022 (dated October 10, 2022, released September 26, 2022). • Featured Series: My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア) ⸻ BOOK: Started : 31 July 2025 Finished : (in progress) #1 Sniper: 5 October Sunday 2025 #1 vigilantereader: 31 October Saturday 2025

Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. Gojo Satoru was sealed, the world engulfed in the Culling Game's flames. Ryomen Sukuna had obtained his perfect vessel. But even gods get bored, so he took something else: a human girl, a whim, a fleeting amusement. He had no way of knowing she'd become the sun in his endless night, and the architect of his downfall. This is the story of how he ruined her life, and how, in turn, she ruined him. The story of the girl who would bring a god to his knees. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ "Mine," he growled against your skin, the word more threat than endearment, a claim staked in flesh and breath. "You're mine, understand? Mine to fuck, mine to protect, mine to kill if I so choose." One moment, you wanted to ride him. The next, you imagined the satisfying slide of a blade across his throat, wondering if the King of Curses could bleed like mere mortals. Sometimes, disturbingly, you wanted to do both at once. They say playing with fire gets you burned. But what happens when you decide to burn alongside the flame? This is no love story. It's a war.

Nadir: The lowest point of something, particularly a person's life or a situation. Note: Writing is pretty average especially at the beginning so be ready for that.

𝕀𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 /ꞮˈʟᴜːƷɴ/ ♡𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. ୨ৎ𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. ꩜𝓐 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓪 𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓯. ᴊᴊᴋ x (ꜰᴇᴍ) ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘳𝘢, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘙𝘺𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙗 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩. ----- Cross-posted on AO3 POV Second person. Slow burn OP female protagonist (^-^)/ Lovely cover fanart by @AngryCornStarch Updating weekly! Every Sunday, until I run out of chapters, that is. #1 jujutsukaisen [28/03/2026] #1 ryomensukuna [29/04/2026]

Calli didn't ask to wake up in Jujutsu Kaisen. One minute she's rage-tweeting about Gojo's death and Gege's questionable life choices-next thing she knows, she's free-falling through the Tokyo skyline, straight into the arms of the man himself. Armed with nothing but sarcasm, caffeine, and zero cursed energy, Calli decides she's not saving the world-she's surviving it. Unfortunately, Gojo Satoru seems determined to turn her denial into an extreme sport. Welcome to the multiverse's most chaotic coping mechanism: one overpowered sorcerer, one genre-aware disaster girl, and a timeline that absolutely did not ask for either of them. ( P.S. This is my first fanfic so please be kind) Now also Available in A03.

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.

They say blood is thicker than water. But they don't tell you its the blood of the covenant and the water of the womb. Lavinia Selwyn is everything her parents ever wanted in a daughter. And she's never tried to be anything else. She's a poster-girl pureblood Slytherin who is in all the right crowds and making all the right friends from the moment she sets foot on the train to Hogwarts. She's top in her class and the envy of every girl at Hogwarts. But as pressure from her parents mounts, the disgusted stares of the other houses and the constant insults of the Marauders start to get to Lavinia and her perfect facade begins to crack. Before she knows it, she's struggling to function, practically screaming for help and no one seems to notice. Well. No one who would want to help her anyway. Sirius Black is the last person Lavinia would go to for help.