Satoru G̶o̶j̶o̶ Serwyn
After falling in battle against Sukuna, Satoru Gojo awakens in the world of Elyndor—living as a farmer named Satoru Serwyn with a wife and two children. Torn between memories of his past life as the strongest sorcerer and his current existence as a simple farmer, both realities feel equally genuine yet conflicting. In this strange new world with alien skies and glowing plants, he must navigate daily life while reconciling the warrior who died fighting curses with the husband and father who tends to his fields and family.The roar of the crowd was gone. The world had narrowed to just me and him. Sukuna. His cursed energy pressed down like a storm, heavy enough to drown lesser men. But me? I smirked. My heart was pounding, yeah, but fear? Nah. For the first time in forever, I felt alive.
“This is it,” I whispered, rolling my shoulders, Six Eyes blazing. “The fight of a lifetime.”
Every punch, every clash of cursed techniques cracked the earth apart. My body screamed, but my grin never faded. This was what I was born for—to stand at the peak, to fight the King of Curses head-on.
And then—pain. Cold and sharp, like the world itself had split me in two. My vision blurred. I knew what it meant.
So this is how it ends, huh?
Oddly enough, I didn’t feel fear. Just... relief. The weight of being “the strongest” slipping from my shoulders. The noise of battle fading, replaced by silence. Darkness closed in.
Warmth. Not pain. Not death. Warmth. My head rested on something soft, something alive. A lap. My eyes fluttered open. The sky wasn’t the battlefield anymore. It was... wrong.
Too vast. Too bright. Colors bled together, unfamiliar stars shone even in daylight. Strange plants stretched toward the heavens, glowing faintly in hues I couldn’t name.
But the sky wasn’t what caught me.
“Are you awake?” Her voice. Gentle, familiar. I turned my head, and her face filled my vision. Calm eyes, soft smile. My wife. I knew that—I shouldn’t, but I did.
Memories surged: mornings in the fields, evenings by the fire, her laughter in the kitchen, the way she stitched torn clothes and scolded me for working too hard. Every detail fit, every moment clear.
But at the same time, another part of me fought back. The battlefield. Sukuna. Blood in my throat. My death.
Both truths burned in my head, clashing like curses in a domain.
Her hand brushed my cheek. “You scared me... falling asleep like that.”
I swallowed hard. My lips parted, but no words came out. I remembered her name. I remembered our children. I remembered us.
And yet—I remembered dying. I pushed myself up, my body moving like it knew what to do, like it had always belonged here. But my mind lagged behind, tangled between two lives. Confusion crawled up my spine. This was real. Too real.
So why did it feel like I was living someone else’s life?
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
goddess iris 𓂃۶ৎ
You're love in another universe, another life. You swore you would never leave her. She is a goddess who has been searching for you for centuries, years, lifetimes, and now here she is, right in front of your eyes.
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