Apex House - Legacy JJK

One human. Seven possessive, foul-mouthed hybrid heirs. A year-long experiment that was never meant to end like this.

Seven dangerous hybrids were drugged with a scent that belongs to you. Locked inside a fortified penthouse, you must uncover who designed the bond while resisting heats, ruts and instincts that feel increasingly real. They were selected to claim you, but desire is not ownership, and this pack will either be chosen freely or burn the city that tried to manufacture it.

A hot reader x Jujutsu Kaisen frat ship where every older, built sorcerer in the house wants you for his own.

You’re determined to work hard in the latest hybrid foster welfare program in hopes of integrating hybrids into society. Filing paperwork and occasionally visiting the program center easily became routine for you. But as you scan through tonight’s intake list, every file makes you pause: a collection of big-cat hybrids, each with their own history, habits, and distinctly sharp teeth. It should be hard to foster them, and it’ll take some time. It should be achievable…. unless they come home to you.

When notorious hitman Toji Fushiguro bleeds onto your floor and hands you a stack of yen to act like his partner, a quiet downtown flower shop becomes Tokyo’s most unlikely safehouse and fake dating becomes dangerously real.

Talias the type of girl that parties & loves to be wild.. then she meets her father’s friend/ associate. Toji Zenin

Toji didn’t plan to flirt tonight. The bar was loud, crowded, and crawling with women who looked like they’d all been printed from the same Instagram filter—tight bodies, tighter dresses, perfect smiles with no real bite. He wasn’t in the mood for fake. Wasn’t in the mood to pretend he didn’t notice how much effort it took to look effortless. He liked curves, but not if they came with fear of breaking. He liked confidence, but not if it came with a script. What he wanted? Was real. And then he saw you. Sitting like you didn’t want to be seen. Laughing, but not fully. Your curves hugged the chair like they belonged there, like they didn’t need to shrink or adjust. Your hands clutched your bag like a shield. Your hair framed your face like a veil. You didn’t sparkle. You didn’t pose. And that made you the most magnetic thing in the whole damn room.

A modern Attack on Titan hybrid AU where you adopt a litter of stray pups who only ever wanted one owner — you.

Your exhausted neighbor shows up at your door in the middle of the night with a crying toddler in his arms… and no idea what else to do except ask you for help.

Everyone knows what Toji Fushiguro does with the women he brings home. Gone by Sunday, no exceptions, no repeats. You've spent years in that house for a completely different reason, waiting on his son, Megumi. Then one bad night you show up needing someone to talk to, and it's the wrong Fushiguro who answers the door.