Delusi0nalrealist

《A Jujutsu Kaisen fanfiction》《Yuji Itadori X Female reader 》"My fate is bound to these red strings. As much as I try to escape it. I'll always fall back into the void of darkness and despair . As much as he try to pull me out of it. We'll always be apart because they view me nothing more than a mere pawn."She's holding onto those memories of past ,giving up on the present world and being around those red strings.For her, the red strings meant slavery. She was locked away ,separated from the world because of those strings painted in red. She was only freed when she was needed . They made her into a weapon. But Yuji Itadori tried to change the meaning of red strings that always caged her . He is willing to stay by her side for rest of his life. And the red strings that caged her were the same color of the invisible thread of fate which was tied between him and her.Rankings24/05/2024 : #3 in Jujutsukaisenxreader27/05/2024. : #10 in xfemalereader31/05/2024. : #8 in Jujutsu11/08/2024. : #1 in animelovestory29/11/2024. :#1 in yujiitadiori13/12/2025. :#1 in gojosaturo…

Delusi0nalrealist

A saying goes, blood runs thicker than water. I used to believe that. That the ties of family were bound in flesh, in DNA, in the weight of shared blood. And that's why I took her in. A child to bear the Ackerman name, nothing more. I never needed a wife, never wanted one, and the family wouldn't shut up about lineage. So I found a solution.But having a child and raising one are two different things.She didn't look like me. Not in the slightest. Pale, mismatched eyes like some eerie little specter, hair darker than my own. There was nothing of mine in her face. But blood only speaks in resemblance-habits, behaviors, soul-those come from something else entirely.At first, she was just there, like an extra piece of furniture. A brat who followed me around, made demands in her tiny, stubborn voice, clung to my mother like she'd been born from her instead of someone I'd never know. And slowly, without permission, without me even noticing, she started to mirror me.The way she held her cup-my cup-fingers curled around the porcelain just like mine. The sharp tsk of her tongue when something annoyed her. The way she'd bury herself against Mom's side, small arms clinging tight, seeking comfort the same way I once did.She didn't look like my kid. She acted like it.She stole things that were mine-my old baby blanket, my chair at the table, the best spot on the couch. And then she went further, took things I didn't even realize I still owned. She stole the quiet in this house and replaced it with the soft hum of her voice, the sound of tiny feet against the floor. She stole the weight in my chest and replaced it with something I couldn't name.The saying was wrong.The full truth is: The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.And I have never been more certain of anything in my goddamn life.…

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I did not know God existed-not until the day I met Him. A cruel, omnipotent tyrant, cloaked in pity and disdain, offering not salvation but mockery dressed as mercy. He promised me a better life, one unshackled from the chains of my past, yet what He granted was no gift. It was a labyrinth of torment, where the echoes of fate wove the same twisted threads, binding me anew. As the Attack Titan, as the warrior from Marley, as the pawn of kings and the scourge of nations, my rebellion against His celestial will was futile. Freedom? A mirage in the desert of eternity.Yet, as the days of this new life unfurled, a bitter truth pressed its weight upon me: some things, no matter the world, would never change. I came to terms with it, not as resignation, but as grim acceptance. The weight of the unchanging was a millstone around my neck, yet within that curse lay a single certainty-one bright and unwavering thread in the cruel tapestry of fate. No matter the world, no matter the side, she would always be there. Mikasa. A constant, a force as immutable as time itself, tethering my wretched existence to something... worth suffering for.But oh, the folly of the gods, to dangle her before me while chaining my hands. She who was both salvation and perdition. She, whose love could burn away my sins, whose hate could bury me beneath the weight of my own failures. And so, I swore-on the very God who had the power to rip us apart, to fling us across time and space, yet always return us to one another-I swore to bring her to me.…

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Biker Gangs apply fic.ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪsᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪᴋᴇʀ ɢᴀɴɢs ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ 𝟿𝟶's―❛ Would the youngsters involved in the violent path of 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 fall into world of crime or rather discover friendship, rivalry and love amongst eachother?❜…

Delusi0nalrealist

[jujutsu kaisen fanfiction]{Gojo saturo x Female OC} "Aww highschool sweethearts with that jerk" "oh please dating him was a immature mistake I did back then . If I could go back I would have beared dating you instead of naoya""Then date me ."Love is unexpected. Fumiko clearly didn't expect it in her final year, especially when she thought she had more important things to focus on. And supringsily it was the guy who made her both head and heart pound: Gojo saturo. Modern AU! College AU!…

Delusi0nalrealist

Nobody but me with my crappy writing style making one shots in character's pov to improve my writing skills for the draft I have. This will contain oneshots from Tokyo revengers, jujutsukaisen, Purple hyacinths manhwa, , attack on titan, Omniscient reader viewpoint manhwa , wind breaker and whatever fandoms I'm in or will join…

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"Aniki take me to your juju school""It's Jujutsu"青春 (blue spring)The Japanese use this term with a certain amount of nostalgia and fondness, describing the "springtime of youth" as a time of happiness and hope. For Suguru geto 2006 was his last blue spring. And for [Y/N] geto her childhood was the only period of happiness and hope she experienced. Jujutsu kaisen| sibling| 2002---2006 | Gojo teen arc| Red strings Prequel…