Percy Weasley is a people pleaser. He had to be perfect in every way, not for himself but for others. But when his family turns their backs on him, he can only try to be better at a place where he is recognized, the Ministry of Magic, where he can prove himself. The Ministry of Magic controls everyone and Percy Weasley, with so much to lose,happens to be an easy target. Only one person can cut his puppet strings and help him become himself again.

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Jiso has ruled the Kingdom of Silla as regent since King Beopheung died, keeping her young son Sammaekjong hidden outside of the capital Seorabeol and safe from enemies and assassins. As Sammaekjong comes of age, nobles, citizens, officials and Sammaekjong himself have all grown impatient for her to cede power. However the powerful nobles that tried to usurp power in the Kingdom continue to eye the throne and Ji-so fears the consequences of her ceding it. In order to break the power of the nobles, who have grown accustomed to their privileges under the bone rank system, Jiso plans to create a new elite, the Hwarang, that will cut across the existing power factions, and to bind them to Sammaekjong and the throne. As this new elite of male youths bond and grow they are unaware that within their number is their future king, Sammaekjong, and Kim Sun-woo, a commoner with a secret even he is not aware of.

In this story, Yamagod will finally become a chad. What will happen in ANHS now? Also, Kiyotaka and Koenji will be slightly OC. Hope you enjoy it!

This fanfic should not exist but by the power of satan, it is. Weak hearted people do not read this one. I don't own Classroom of the elite. I am not the great of a writer.

This is my very first fanfic I've written, so this story will be more centred towards the Ayanokouji Group trying to understand their friend Kiyotaka as in trying to find out about his past since everyone in the group feels like he's "unfathomable" This will still have some KiyoKei moments and all that Takes place in Y2 V2 but no island exam Classroom of the Elite and all the Characters belong to Syougo Kinugasa This just being used for fun entertainment/educational purposes

The entire 2nd year were informed to go to the gymnasium for an important announcement, but when they arrived, they met a figure, and with a snap, isolated the group from the entire world, and into a separate reality. In this new room, infront there is a giant wall and at the back, a massive projector. Confused and scared, the students and the 4 teachers tried asking figure what was happening, and he responded with: "I am going to show you a story of great ambition, tragedy, failure, and success" takes place after y2v2 The scenes that they will be seeing are scenes that I made up and scenes that I imagined the white room would be and how kiyotaka would be during his past. Kiyotaka will be in a different room. Disclaimer: I do not own Classroom of the elite, the rights belong to the author, support the light novel.

Soobin has always been confident about his eating, he has always said to his members, his managers and the public that he was never insecure. he loves eating and hates dieting. so why was he so hung up on his weight? trigger warning, this story contains anorexia, bulimia and self harm (nothing too graphic with the self harm, but it's still there)

Yoongi came home to be greeted by the usual - the small broken chair in the corner paired with a brown table, walls that were worn and small flecks of paint falling off of them occasionally. He sighed, simply put, he was tired. Tired of being told he wasn't good enough. Tired of being pushed away by too many to count. Tired of hoping too much but being greeted with nothing in the end. Tired of staying up way too late and waking up too early. Tired of having too little to eat - it was a surprise that he could still function. But there was thing that made him feel truly alive, that maybe he could take one more day without enough food or sleep; maybe he could live through another day where his parents pushed him away: music. He wrapped himself up in the tunes he created, let them glide across every object in the small and cramped studio, he let the walls of his heart fall just so the melody could complete him. Music was the only thing that made his thoughts linger upon the world "possibility." He loved the feeling of possibility every morning. Is it worth it? Is music worth the struggle of sleeping on public bathroom floors because he couldn't afford a ride home? Is music worth the pain of neglect? Keep reading to find out... [BROKEN]