"Le dije que si algún día él se desmoronaba ante alguien, no iba a sentir nada, pero cuando lo vi los ojos antes de caer inconsciente, lo sentí todo". -Kiwa. "Aunque sea tu verdugo, vive, Kiwa, te lo ruego". -Satoru. 🦋 Novela basada en la adolescencia de Gojo Satoru, por lo que si leyeron el manga, su personalidad era mucho más arrogante y "pesada". -Todas las fotos que aparezcan no son de mi priopiedad, por lo que créditos a sus respectivos artistas. -La protagonista y otro que aparezca por ahí me pertenece, los demás son propiedad de Gege Akutami🛐 -Historia 100% mía. -No se permite copia y/o adaptación. ¡Gracias por entrar a leer! Espero les guste tanto como yo disfruté y sufrí escribiendo.

"Cuando la noche se torne carmesí, la unión del líquido vital del poseedor de la técnica maldita perfecta del clan Kamo con el del heredero de los Seis Ojos del clan Gojo, traerá consigo al ser más poderoso jamás visto en el mundo, ningún hechicero será rival para su poder" Cada que él la veía luchar, se convencía fervientemente del hecho único e irrefutable: dios es una mujer, él siempre estaría dispuesto a perderse en el paraíso... si ella le acompañaba. La creencia popular es que Gojo Satoru es el hechicero más poderoso que jamás ha existido, sin embargo, eso puede ponerse a discusión, ¿no? Tal vez ese hechicero aún no ha nacido... "Cuando el tiempo se ponga difícil, la noche y el día se mezclarán, yo volveré a encender tus sentimientos, iluminaré hasta el último de ellos" 📍Terminada 📍Contiene Spoilers del manga y breve desviación del canon 📍Tsuki Kamo es de mi total y completa autoría, así como cualquier ilustración del personaje 📍La imagen de la portada no me pertenece, créditos a su autor original Número 1 en #Satoru (12/05/23) y 2 (10/07/23) Número 6 en #Gojosatoru (12/05/23) y 3 (12/06/23) Número 9 en #Gojo (12/06/23) Número 2 en #Megumi (08/07/23) Número 1 en #JJK (22/05/24) 📍INICIO DE PUBLICACIÓN: 15 de abril 2023 📍FINALIZACIÓN: Mayo 2024

[ FINALIZADA ] Las mujeres nacidas en el clan Zen'in solo pueden aspirar a la sumisión, y después de vivir los maltratos durante años, buscas la oportunidad de escapar. Oportunidad que se presenta cuando se te ordena realizar una misión junto al hombre más despreciado por el clan: Toji Zen'in.

Cuando Satoru Gojo convence a Nanami de intercambiar "alumnos" por unas semanas, imaginaba aburrirse enseñando estrategias de barreras a una hechicera británica demasiado seria para su gusto. Lo que no esperaba es descubrir que la misteriosa visitante es la misma mujer con la que pasó la noche entera. Y mucho menos que ella sea la responsable de la emboscada más ridícula que ha sufrido en años. Jean, por su parte, tiene problemas mucho más importantes que un hechicero resentido siguiendo cada uno de sus movimientos. Especialmente porque la próxima vez que intente distraer al más fuerte, él estará prestando atención.

✧₊⁺ ── .✦ «¡One shots traducidos de Tumblr!». ✧₊⁺ ⤑ NSFW!!!!! ⤑ Traducciones mal redactadas(!) ⤑ Actualizaciones lentas!

──𝙏𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙐𝘾𝘾𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝘿𝙀 𝙏𝙐𝙈𝘽𝙇𝙍 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘰, 𝘺𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑪𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑺 de varios one shots de 𝐉𝐉𝐊 de diferentes plataformas (𝐚𝐨3) (𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝) entre otras todos los 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬 estan al final de cada capitulo disfruta 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚 para mas traducciones de todo tipo siganme para apoyarme y ayudarme a que llegue a mas gente ღ 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐲𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒: #2 𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢 #5 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 #16 𝐠𝐞𝐠𝐞 #9 𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢

Ten months ago, high-school graduate and beloved girlfriend Jane Moreaux had disappeared from her home without any trace to where she went. Her phone screen was smashed and many of her personal items including clothes and photographs vanished along with her. Deemed dead after two months of investigating, everyone went about their lives as if nothing had occurred...but those close to her wanted justice, a proper investigation. Closure. No body was found, not even a single strand of DNA found anywhere. And then Kira came along, unsuspecting to the detective looking to prove his guilt. This serial killer had some sort of motive and due to how recent it was, infamous detective L knew somewhere in his mind that they were linked in addition to a case of his past. Unsure of how quite yet, but he was determined that they were. Jane Moreaux, strung in the middle of this all somehow. A woman waiting to be found.

They say monsters hide in the shadows. But Reika Amane has always lived there quietly, patiently, just close enough to the light to see what she's missing. When she turns herself in to protect her younger sister, she doesn't expect mercy. She doesn't expect suspicion either - not the kind that watches her without blinking, analyzes her silences, and asks questions even in stillness. Under L's gaze, Reika becomes something more than a name on the suspect list. But this isn't a story of love. It's a story of sugar cubes and surveillance, of denial and quiet unraveling. It's a story of two minds reflecting each other too closely until one of them breaks. She is not Kira. But innocence has never been enough to survive a game like this. Disclaimer: This is a fan-made work based on the Death Note series. I do not own or claim any rights to the original Death Note characters, story, or universe those belong to their respective creators. The only character I claim ownership of is my OC (Reika). This fanfiction is created purely for entertainment.

They called her a monster before they ever called her a girl. By the time she was five, Mizuki Hoshino had learned to keep her voice soft, her eyes lower, and her mind quieter than most children her age. But even silence couldn't hide the truth. Her parents saw it in the way she flinched at nothing, spoke to no one, and answered questions they hadn't asked aloud. It festered between them-fear. It clung to their walls, filled the spaces between footsteps, poisoned bedtime lullabies. By eight, she was gone. Abandoned and unwanted, she drifted through shadows until a stranger gave her a name worth fearing and a purpose soaked in blood. She learned to weaponize the very thing that cursed her: the ability to see and twist minds, to thread thoughts like needles through fabric, to reshape perception itself. But power came at a cost-hers was a mind never quiet, never still. A life of whispers, screams, and fragile barriers barely holding her together. That was, until Jujutsu High. Until him. Satoru Gojo was the one thing she couldn't understand. The one person whose thoughts she couldn't read, whose energy she couldn't touch. The boy with eyes too bright and a presence that burned through the fog in her head. To him, she was a puzzle missing its edges. To her, he was silence-blessed, impossible silence. For a time, they were tethered. Quietly, dangerously, beautifully. Then, as all fragile things do, it broke. Years later, she returns to a world already unravelling-curses stirring, ghosts of youth bleeding into war-and finds him again. Older. Colder. Still untouchable. But his touch still quiets the voices. And she still craves the silence.