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Title: Echoes of the Heart

(Lo'ak x Reader)

The iridescent glow of Pandora’s bioluminescent flora bathed the night in a surreal luminescence, turning the dense jungle into a shimmering wonderland. As you moved silently through the underbrush, the sounds of nocturnal creatures created a symphony that was both mesmerizing and slightly unsettling. The air was thick with the scent of foliage and the occasional sweet hint of nectar from the nearby plants.

You were an Omatikaya warrior, tasked with scouting the perimeter of your clan’s territory alongside Lo'ak Sully, the second son of Jake Sully and Neytiri. Tonight, however, was different. Tensions with the RDA had escalated, and the patrols had become more frequent and more perilous.

Lo'ak, with his youthful exuberance and rebellious streak, often made these patrols feel less like a chore and more like an adventure. You glanced at him, his lithe form moving with a grace that spoke of his Na'vi heritage, yet his expressions and occasional awkwardness betrayed his human upbringing. His presence always managed to make your heart race, a feeling you couldn’t quite place but had grown to cherish.

“Y/N, you seem lost in thought,” Lo'ak’s voice broke through the ambient sounds, his tone laced with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

You smiled, shaking your head slightly. “Just thinking about the days when we didn’t have to worry about RDA patrols every night.”

Lo'ak's expression darkened slightly, a rare moment of seriousness clouding his usually bright eyes. “Yeah, things have changed. But we’ll protect our home, no matter what.”

As you continued your patrol, the conversation shifted to lighter topics. Lo'ak regaled you with stories of his childhood misadventures, often involving his siblings, Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk. His tales were filled with laughter and warmth, painting a picture of a close-knit family despite the constant looming threat of the RDA.

Suddenly, the soft hum of engines broke the tranquility of the night. Instinctively, you and Lo'ak ducked into the shadows, your hearts pounding as the sound grew louder. A small RDA scouting party emerged from the treeline, their lights piercing through the darkness.

Lo'ak signaled for silence and you both held your breath, watching as the humans moved cautiously through the jungle. Your hand drifted to your bow, fingers brushing the feathers of your arrows, ready to strike if necessary.

Minutes felt like hours, but eventually, the RDA soldiers passed without incident, their lights fading into the distance. You let out a sigh of relief, your body relaxing from its tense state.

“That was too close,” you whispered, glancing at Lo'ak who nodded in agreement.

“We need to report this to my father,” he said, his voice firm. “They’re getting bolder.”

As you made your way back to the village, the sense of urgency was palpable. Upon arriving, you found Jake and Neytiri already in deep discussion with Neteyam and Kiri. The expressions on their faces turned grave as Lo'ak explained the encounter.

Jake nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon. “We need to fortify our defenses. They’re not going to stop until they get what they want.”

The next few days were a flurry of activity. The entire clan worked tirelessly to reinforce the village’s defenses. You found yourself often paired with Lo'ak, his presence becoming a comforting constant amidst the chaos. Despite the seriousness of the situation, he never failed to bring a smile to your face, his jokes and light-hearted comments a welcome distraction.

One evening, as the work was winding down, you and Lo'ak sat by a small pond, the water reflecting the bioluminescent glow of the surrounding flora. The air was still, the silence only broken by the occasional chirp of nocturnal creatures.

“Y/N,” Lo'ak began, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

You turned to him, your curiosity piqued. “What is it, Lo'ak?”

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “I know things are uncertain right now, and there’s a lot at stake. But… I’ve realized that I care about you. A lot. More than just friends.”

His confession took you by surprise, a rush of emotions flooding your senses. You had always felt a connection with Lo'ak, but hearing him say the words made your heart soar.

“Lo'ak, I—” you started, but he held up a hand, his expression earnest.

“I don’t expect you to say anything right now,” he continued. “I just wanted you to know how I feel. Whatever happens, I want you to know that you mean a lot to me.”

A smile broke across your face, warmth spreading through your chest. “Lo'ak, you mean a lot to me too. More than I can put into words.”

His face lit up with a grin, the boyish charm you had come to adore shining through. “Well, that’s good to hear.”

The moment was perfect, a small bubble of happiness amidst the growing storm. As the days turned into weeks, the bond between you and Lo'ak grew stronger, a source of strength and comfort as the clan prepared for the inevitable confrontation with the RDA.

Through it all, the love that blossomed between you became a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was light and beauty to be found. And as you faced the challenges ahead, you knew that together, you could overcome anything.

Title:Domestic Possession

(Had an idea, wrote about it, i have no regrets.

Derek morgan x fem!reader)

Derek Morgan was known for his confidence, his charm, and the undeniable magnetism that drew people to him. Working at the BAU, he'd seen the worst of humanity, and it only made him treasure the good parts even more. That's why when he found someone special, he held on tight. And you, without a doubt, were the most special part of his life.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and the two of you had decided to spend the day exploring the local farmer’s market. Stalls were bustling with vendors selling fresh produce, handmade crafts, and a variety of delectable treats. You walked hand-in-hand, laughing and talking, enjoying the normalcy that days like this brought amidst the chaos of Derek’s job.

Derek had a way of making you feel like the only person in the crowded market. His presence was commanding, his laughter infectious. As you stopped to admire a display of flowers, he stood close behind you, one hand resting on your hip, a casual, possessive touch that was more comforting than anything else.

You picked up a bouquet of wildflowers, their bright colors vibrant against the backdrop of the market. "What do you think of these, Derek?" you asked, turning to show him.

"They're beautiful," he replied, his eyes not leaving your face. "But not as beautiful as you."

You blushed, a warmth spreading through you at his words. Derek had a way of making you feel cherished, loved, and his words always carried a weight of sincerity that was impossible to ignore.

As you were about to pay for the flowers, you noticed a man standing a few stalls down, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long for comfort. His gaze was intense, appraising, and it made you feel exposed in a way you didn’t like. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore him and focus on Derek.

Derek, ever perceptive, noticed the change in your demeanor immediately. He followed your line of sight and saw the man who was staring at you. A flicker of annoyance crossed his features, quickly replaced by a determined glint in his eyes.

Without a word, Derek moved closer to you, his hand sliding around to your lower back, pulling you into him. His grip was firm, possessive, and undeniably protective. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, "You're mine, sweetheart. Don’t ever forget that."

The sensation of his breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. You turned your head slightly to meet his gaze, finding his eyes dark and intense, filled with a mixture of protectiveness and desire.

The man who had been staring at you seemed to get the message loud and clear. He looked away quickly, clearly uncomfortable with the silent confrontation. Derek’s presence was enough to send a clear warning without a single word being exchanged.

You let out a small breath of relief, feeling safe and secure in Derek’s embrace. You paid for the flowers, and as you turned back to Derek, he was watching you with a look that made your heart race. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel like the most precious thing in the world.

"Thank you," you whispered, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Derek’s grip on your hip tightened momentarily before he let his hand slide up to cup your face, pulling you in for a deep, possessive kiss. His lips were warm and insistent against yours, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that you were his.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a comfortable haze of laughter, affection, and stolen kisses. Derek’s possessive touch never strayed far, a constant reminder of his love and protection. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the market, you found yourself grateful for the man by your side.

Back at your apartment, as you put the flowers in a vase, Derek came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. He nuzzled your neck, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"You know," he murmured, "I don't like when other guys look at you like that. Makes me want to remind them who you belong to."

You turned in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. "I don’t need reminding, Derek. I know who I belong to. And I wouldn’t have it any other way."

His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you, slow and deep, pouring all his love and possessiveness into that single kiss. When you finally pulled away, you were breathless, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I love you," he said, his voice rough with emotion.

"I love you too, Derek," you replied, knowing that no matter what, you were safe in his arms.

Send requests if you want something else, i write for all genders but i dont do smut

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Yes. It did.

June 14, 1927 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927   [volume 3]

Title:Set Fire to the Rain

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Haymitch Abernathy x Fem!Reader

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District 12 had always been a place of despair and survival. It was a backdrop of soot and ashes, where life was more about getting through the day than living it. Amongst this grayscale existence, Haymitch Abernathy found himself in the same bleak routine: drunk, disheveled, and drowning in his memories of the past Hunger Games he had won so many years ago. He had long since stopped believing in hope, love, or redemption. But then, there was you.

You had always seen something more in Haymitch. Despite the walls he had built around himself, despite the self-destructive tendencies, you believed there was still a part of him worth saving. Your heart, though bruised by its own battles, saw his pain and wanted to heal it. For a while, it seemed like you were making progress. He began to drink less, laugh more, and sometimes, just sometimes, he would let you in past those iron walls.

But the Capitol never truly let go of its victors, and Haymitch was no exception. The memories, the nightmares, and the guilt were chains that he could never quite break free from. And on those nights, when the darkness consumed him, he would push you away with harsh words and cold silence, leaving you to pick up the shattered pieces of your heart.

One particularly stormy evening, the rain poured down on District 12 like a cleansing fire, a rare and violent storm. You found Haymitch in his usual spot, the run-down house that smelled of old liquor and regret. He was sitting by the window, a half-empty bottle of white liquor in his hand, staring at the rain as if it could wash away his sins.

"Haymitch," you called softly, stepping into the room. "You don't have to do this alone."

He turned to you, his eyes bloodshot and weary. "What do you want from me, Y/N?" His voice was a blend of anger and sorrow, each word a knife to your heart.

"I want to help you," you replied, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. "I want you to let me in."

"You can't help me," he spat, standing up abruptly. "No one can. Not you, not anyone. I'm broken, Y/N. Can't you see that?"

Your heart ached at his words, but you refused to give up. "I don't believe that, Haymitch. I believe you can heal. We can heal together."

He laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that echoed through the empty room. "Together? Don't you get it? I destroy everything I touch. I killed them, Y/N. All those kids. And I can't...I can't live with that. How could you?"

Tears streamed down your face as you stepped closer to him, your hands reaching out to touch his, but he recoiled, the look in his eyes one of pure torment. "Haymitch, please. Let me in. Let me help you carry this."

"No!" he shouted, the bottle slipping from his hand and shattering on the floor. "Just go, Y/N. Leave me. Save yourself."

Your heart shattered with the bottle, the finality of his words sinking in. You had given him everything, your love, your hope, your dreams of a future together. And now, it was all crumbling down around you.

"I can't," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the storm. "I love you, Haymitch."

He turned away, unable to meet your gaze. "Go, Y/N. Before I hurt you more than I already have."

With a heavy heart, you turned and walked out into the storm, the rain mingling with your tears. Each step away from him felt like a dagger to your soul, but you knew you couldn't stay. Not when he was so determined to push you away, to drown in his own misery.

The rain poured down, a cleansing fire that mirrored the agony in your heart. You walked through the empty streets of District 12, the sound of the storm drowning out your sobs. As the rain washed over you, you felt a small spark of hope amidst the overwhelming sorrow. Perhaps, someday, he would realize that he didn't have to face his demons alone. Perhaps, someday, he would find his way back to you.

But for now, you had to let go. You had to set fire to the rain, to burn away the pain and the heartache. Because sometimes, the only way to save someone is to let them go.

As the storm raged on, you whispered a final goodbye to the man you loved, praying that the rain would wash away his torment and lead him back to you one day. Until then, you would carry the hope that love, no matter how broken, could one day heal even the deepest wounds.