A jakehoon story A boy raised on revenge. A boy who should've been the enemy. And a love that was never meant to survive. The love was never the plan, neither was the fall.

Ivy Morris looks perfect from the outside. A straight-A student. A dedicated ballet and competition dancer. Quiet, composed, untouchable. But perfection is just a performance. After her mother's death, Ivy's home becomes something she survives instead of returns to. With a controlling, abusive and alcoholic father she hides behind practiced smiles, Ivy learns how to stay silent. The only person who truly sees her is her older brother, Lucas. Then there's Bennett. Soccer player. Sharp tongue. Constant irritation. They're enemies by circumstance, by misunderstanding - until they aren't. At sixteen, both carrying more than they let on, Ivy and Bennett are forced closer than either of them wants. And somewhere between late nights, broken walls, and quiet confessions, enemies begin to soften. Because sometimes the people who seem the strongest are the most fragile - and sometimes love starts where you least expect it.

Adrienne Brookes is a highschool senior with a sharp tongue and a talent for trouble. Her sarcasm is a shield, one she learned to wield early, because surviving her home life means never letting anyone see too much. And Adrienne has secrets. More than she can carry. But one slip in her carefully crafted mask is all it takes for Ivy Adair, her cold and calculating psychology teacher, to notice the cracks. Ivy is the last person Adrienne should trust, and the only one she can't seem to stay away from. Wanting distance is easy. Keeping it is impossible. ‼️ GAY ‼️ SEXUAL CONTENT ‼️ ABUSE AND VIOLENCE - There will not be warnings in individual chapters. This book is for mature audiences only. Do not read if sensitive to the above content.

Y/N Fushiguro is a first year with her brother Megumi at Jujutsu Tech. What happens when she meets an idiot who ate an old curse's finger. The art work and original story line is not mine. Credit goes towards the creators.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ -ˏˋ. 𝗷𝘂𝗷𝘂𝘁𝘀𝘂 𝗸𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗻 ˊˎ- 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝘼 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇, 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘼 𝙐𝙈𝙀, 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙅𝙐𝙅𝙐𝙏𝙎𝙐 𝙏𝙀𝘾𝙃. 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙎 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙐𝙆𝙐𝙉𝘼'𝙎 𝙑𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙇? ╒═══════✰° ˢᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ¹ - ? °✰═══════╛ ╒═══════✰° ʸᵘʲⁱ ⁱᵗᵃᵈᵒʳⁱ °✰═══════╛

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐎 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒐𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒊𝒙𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓) Caution (Mild to heavy spoilers) In 2086, the world no longer fears the name of curses. But it hasn't forgotten him. After defeating Ryomen Sukuna and escaping the execution that once hung over his head,Yuji Itadori chose to keep fighting-living on as a Jujutsu sorcerer long after the battles were supposed to end. He was meant to grow old. He never did. For 64 years, Yuji has remained unchanged-cursed with a body that refuses to age, forced to watch everyone he loved disappear one by one. Time moved forward. He didn't. And somewhere along the way, the boy who saved people became a man who no longer lets anyone get close. Until she returns. Unsealed after decades lost to time, she awakens in a future she doesn't recognize-where curses have evolved, the past has faded into myth, and one familiar presence lingers just out of reach. Yuji knows she's alive. But he doesn't come to her, he remembers what it means to lose her. And he's not sure he can survive it again. But as new dangers rise and fate pulls her back into his orbit, distance begins to crumble-and so do the walls he spent decades building. Because some promises outlive time. And some love... endures even a curse that was never meant to be broken. _______ 𝑱𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏/𝑱𝒖𝒋𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒀𝒖𝒋𝒊 𝑰𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒊. 𝑨𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔.

Sigrid Kaslana was the greatest swordswoman of her world-a cheerful glutton, an incorrigibly reckless hero, and the beloved captain of the Astraea Familia. Then she was beheaded by the stolen corpse of her own mother. Instead of returning to the gods, Sigrid's soul crosses the boundary between worlds and merges with the newly forming soul of an unborn child. Reborn as the daughter of a noble family, she retains her memories, peerless combat talent, and an unusual soul containing two spiritual cores. The Voice of the World grants her the Unique Skill 『Heroic Aspirant』, but Sigrid has little interest in political marriages, noble obligations or spending her life inside a gilded cage. At eight years old, she runs away in search of the freedom to choose her own path. One month later, she meets Shizue Izawa. Under the wandering hero's guidance, Sigrid begins a new journey-one that will bring her into the lives of Hinata Sakaguchi, Yuuki Kagurazaka, Ramiris and, eventually, a peculiar slime named Rimuru Tempest. But the Central World is governed by souls, Skills and evolution. Within Sigrid sleeps an impossibility the world has never encountered. Twenty years before Rimuru's arrival, another extraordinary soul has already begun changing the course of history. This is the story of a girl given a second life-not to become a hero again, but to discover whether she can live for herself.

"What do you think of yourself, huh? The most beautiful human on earth?" Jungkook's voice was laced with a cold, calculated cruelty as he looked Jimin down. Jimin didn't flinch. He met that icy gaze with a fire of his own. "As a matter of fact, I am. Do you have a problem with that?" Jungkook's knuckles whitened as he clenched his fists, his temper simmering just beneath the surface. "Why are you always dressed like that? Roaming around the halls like you're looking for boys to fuck you-" CRACK. The sound of the slap echoed through the sudden, deafening silence of the college campus. Every student froze. "What do you think of yourself?" Jimin's voice was a low, trembling snarl. "You're the one who treats people like disposable toys. You change your girlfriends as often as you change your clothes. Don't you dare talk to me about my choices." He stepped closer, his expression shifting from anger to pure, unadulterated disgust. "Whatever I do is none of your business. Stay away from me-looking at you makes me sick." With a sharp flick of his wrist, Jimin signaled his companions. "Let's go." He turned on his heel, walking away with a defiant, graceful stride that left a trail of stunned whispers in his wake. Jungkook stood frozen, watching the retreating figure until Jimin disappeared around the corner. Then, the silence was broken by a sound that made the nearby students shiver: a low, manic laughter. "Do you really think I'll let you walk away that easily?" he whispered to the empty air, his eyes darkening with a dangerous, obsessive light. "Never. Not in a million lifetimes." His voice dropped to a jagged, crazed mutter. "I will make you mine-by force or by will, I don't care. If I have to steal you from the world, I'll gladly do it." He had finally realized it. He didn't want to chase the "tiny, cute human" anymore. He wanted to own him. And in this game of obsession, Jungkook wasn't planning on playing fair. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Ren Aizawa looks like warmth made into a person.. bright to ignore, loud to miss. He laughs easily, talks faster than he thinks, and fills silence the way sunlight fills an empty room. To most people, he seems like the happiest kind of boy: loyal, energetic, and always reaching for connection as if it's something he can finally catch if he runs fast enough. But that brightness was never just personality. It's effort. A carefully built habit of never letting the air go quiet long enough for loneliness to speak. Because if he stops even for a moment the world he's holding together with jokes and endless energy starts to feel too still. And stillness is dangerous for someone who once learned that being "too much" was just another way of being left behind. So he keeps moving. Keeps smiling. Keeps being the one who checks on everyone else. The one who remembers birthdays. The one who sits beside people who look like they might disappear into themselves. Not because it's easy. But because he remembers what it felt like when nobody did it for him. And somewhere beneath all that light, Ren still carries a quiet fear: That if he ever stops trying so hard to be needed, he might become unimportant again. A story about healing, friendship, and the invisible wounds people carry behind their brightest smiles. ▪ Male OC ▪ Trauma & Recovery ▪ Found Family ▪ Past Secrets ▪ Wind Breaker Fanfiction

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