"The moon is so beautiful tonight. We're finally on a mission together, so let's get along, shall we?" [A lot of trigger warnings, read at your own discretion]

Arranged marriages to an assassin "This marriage was never meant to mean anything. But neither was she." Gojo and y/n's marriage was a spectacle-two powerful clans sealing a political alliance with tradition, elegance and ice-cold silence. Satoru Gojo-the strongest sorcerer and teacher at Jujutsu High had lost his fiancée Amaya, just three months before. She vanished without a trace. Y/N from an old, reclusive sorcerer family. She's polite. Reserved But Y/N isn't what she seems. Behind her calm demeanor hides a double life-one steeped in blood, shadows, and deadly secrets. As Gojo keeps his distance, haunted by a past he won't talk about, he discover something terrifying about his not so innocent wife. Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of emotional trauma, grief, manipulation, and violence. It includes mentions of death, blood, murder, arranged marriage, and psychological distress. Reader discretion is advised I do not own any jjk characters I just own this storyline.

Atsuko Sasaki's cursed technique was strong. too strong. for as long she can remember, she'd been sealed off from the world, the higher ups too scared of the type of destruction her power could bring to jujitsu world. that was, until one day, she's let out. confused on what the reason could possibly be, she discovers it's thanks to one person, the strongest person in their world, the one person she never thought she'd meet. non other than Gojo Satoru.

In a world where love is a transaction, you never expected to find something real. Bound by a cold, calculated marriage contract to Simon Riley - a man as broken and guarded as you are - your relationship begins as a fragile alliance of convenience. But beneath the surface of power plays, media scrutiny, and personal demons, a slow-burning passion ignites. Between whispered promises and fierce, unspoken desires, you navigate dominance and submission, vulnerability and strength, learning that sometimes the most unlikely unions can be the deepest kind of love.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, a girl cursed with the fire devil fruit that makes every touch burn, lives under the obedience of the tyrant Wapol until his return to Drum Island places her directly in the path of the Straw Hats and one certain green-haired swordsman named 𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐨 --------------- [Roronoa Zoro x female oc] [Enemies to lovers] [Read at the bottom of the introduction for TW!]

Law is a captain who enjoys his quiet sanctuary of the Polar Tang the most, his crew is rowdy which keeps his mind foggy. But, he wasn't prepared for someone to join and bring a silence into his life that disturbed him. A master apothecary, but no voice to really show who she truly was (mute). At first, he thought she'd be perfect and exactly what he'd want, silent, but he came to realize he'd never heard the voice of someone he wanted to hear the most. ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 most impressive ranks~ trafalgarlaw #1, onepiece #10 I do not own any character other than y/n (the reader). All original characters, certain places, etc. are created by Eiichiro Oda.

"I don't know how to be like this. But I'm tryin'. For you." Y/N grew up learning how to disappear. She stayed quiet when it hurt. Took up less space. Learned how to smile when she wanted to scream. She knows how to read people - their moods, their shifts, their silence - but she's still learning how to listen to herself. Now she's twenty-one. A pro hero with steady hands and a soft voice. She tells herself she's fine. She always does. Twenty-two, Pro Hero. He's the same rough edged, explosive, quiet and aggressive guy. But around her, it's different. She's quiet, steady - and something in him wants to protect that. So he keeps his distance. Not because he doesn't care, but because he does. More than he ever had. He's scared she'll get hurt. Scared he will, too. But no matter how far he pulls back... she lingers. In his head. In his chest. In all the places he thought were locked..