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NAVIGATION!
JULIANA she/her 19 -> cancer + slytherin + infp + dystopian + engene & carat âą
( requests: open ) you can read my guidelines before requesting!
-> masterlist âą
â myjlla, 2025 please do not copy or translate any of my work!
18+ smut w/ porn romantic plot w/ porn, breeding kink, p in v, trauma talk. we. are fukin!!! w.c: 5.1k *sorta his pov*
you had been the kindest person zuko has ever known
you cooked for the whole group every evening when the sun dipped low and the fire crackled softly between you all. everyone got a share, but zukoâs plate always held a little more rice, an extra piece of roasted fish, or the crispest vegetables you saved from the bottom of the pot. he pretended not to see it at first, but his eyes kept drifting back to that quiet extra care, warm and steady like the tea uncle iroh used to brew just for him.
when you and katara washed the groupâs clothes by the river, you never sighed or rolled your eyes at his things the way you sometimes did with aangâs torn and muddy robes or sokkaâs crusty pants. instead you hummed a little tune under your breath and scrubbed his fire nation tunic with the same gentle patience you gave your own. once he caught you folding his cloak with extra care, smoothing out every wrinkle before tucking it neatly into his pack while the others bundles sat in loose, hurried piles. you never mentioned it. you just did it.
at night when the camp grew quiet, you always made sure his blanket was shaken out and laid closer to the fire than anyone elseâs, so the chill that still lingered in his skin wouldnât bite quite so hard. you slipped small comforts into his things without a word. a smooth river stone youâd warmed in your palm, a sprig of sweet herbs you said reminded you of calmer days, or a tiny bundle of fruit you claimed was âextra from trading.â each one felt like a secret youâd keep only for him.
when the group practiced bending or sparred, you watched him with quiet pride instead of fear or pity. after a particularly rough session where his flames flickered too wild from old anger, you brought him cool water and a soft cloth, pressing it to his forehead without being asked. your touch was light, almost hesitant, but it stayed there long enough for him to feel the kindness sink into his skin.
you listened when he spoke. very truly listened. one quiet evening by the embers, when the others had drifted to sleep, zuko finally let the words tumble out. at first it was clumsy and raw, but eventually he spoke, about the palace, about the deafening silence that surrounded him even when servants bowed, about how no one ever looked at him like he was just a boy who needed to be loved. he told you how lonely the palace felt even with so many people, how his sisterâs glare cut sharper than any blade, how his fatherâs gaze made him feel smaller than the dust under his shoes.Â
and when he finished, voice cracking like thin ice, you didnât shrug or offer empty comfort. your eyes filled with tears that spilled over, and you whispered, âyou were just a child⊠how could someone do something so cruel to a child?â
he had never heard those words before. not from anyone.
forwards, beckon, rebound | Monkey D. Luffy x fem!Reader
plot. You, an ex-headhunter and new member of the Straw Hat Pirates, are dealing with changes. Your past haunts you to the point of sickness, but your captain Monkey D. Luffy is determined to show you the same kindness he sees in your eyes. And that you deserve to be loved.
word count. 2.9k
tags. angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, physical touch as love language, cuddling, night comfort, falling in love, feelings realization, Reader is an ex-headhunter, Reader is a Straw Hat, sort of sick fic, fainting, Reader faints and cries a lot but the ANGST is REAL, worried Luffy.
TW! MENTIONS OF ABUSE, TRAUMA.
a/n. damn for my first Luffy fic this came out more angsty than I thought, but I'm happy with the result! Promise the next one will be a bit more light-hearted.
It started with vertigos, palpitations and your skin getting scorching hot. The usual. Then you almost passed out, you registered the feeling just in time to curl up and close your eyes in preparation, but somehow you didnât feel your body hitting the ground. Soft hair touched your forehead, itâs Namiâs for sure. Then you started trembling and, before you could even register what Nami was saying to you as she shook your shoulders, your mind went blank.
[đ] can't take my eyes off of you_martin.e
â synopsis: martin notices you look too good for him to ignore. (and he wholeheartedly blames you for being cruel knowing he has a deadline)
â pairing: martin edwards x female!reader (works at the same company) / type: fluff / word count: 849 words
[masterlist đïž]
two knocks on the studio door doesn't seem to faze martin from his spot, being hunched over the tiny table with his equipment strewn everywhere. his mind is deep in the process of trying to wrap up the track he's been working on; when he's in the zone, he in it. the door opens on its own accord and he only notices when the door closes with a click.
he turns the cheek to see who came in and his jaw is on the floor.
for someone who was moving at the speed of light with his hand movements, switching from keyboard to his beat pad, back to adjusting the settings on his computer, he's gone awfully still.
you lift a hand up to give him a small wave, "hi?"
it's a couple of beats before martin realises he has to function.
"why do you look like that?" martin's eyes are widening by the second. any bigger and you'd think they'd pop out of his eye sockets.
"what?" you snort, glancing down to your outfit, "does it look that bad?"
martin huffs and ditches his headset on top of the rest of his equipment, swirling on his chair until he reaches you to grab ahold of your hands. he grips it with earnest, as if he's pouring his heart through his fingertips, "no, i meant why do you look so good for? do we..." he gulps, panic almost filling his veins, "...are we supposed to go out and i forgot or..."
Adrian Pucey MoodBoard
shootout to pinterest -> for using pcs
ââ MARTIN BF HEADCANONS
i feel like he's the type to create a genuine bond with a person first before dating them
he's not the type to rush into love, he takes time to get to know someone, you know?
and with that i bring you the friends to lovers martin agenda 2025
so, bf martin:
he loves drawing on your arms
at first, it started out as really small doodles on the back of your hand
then he drew a personalized bracelet on your wrist while you two were on the bus and stuck in traffic, which became a tradition every time there's traffic
and then one day, while you're on your phone doing something, he just goes, "can i draw on your arm?" and you went, "of course :D"
he was kinda nervous at first because he really, really wants to impress you, but you noticed and calmed him down a bit
martin seems like the type to keep different colored pens on him so you have #variety
he lets you pick the color/s and asks if you want something specific to be drawn
when you said no and let him have the freedom to do whatever he wants, ohh, he was in the zoneee
sososo cute, he's so focused, his eyebrows were scrunched, and his lips are pursed
when he was done, you were borderline conked out so he was debating whether to wake you up or risk the chance of his hard work potentially scrubbing off onto your white bedsheets
but you woke up on your own when you felt that he stopped drawing on you, so
he was like đ it's done now, what do you thinkkkk?
you loved it sm you posted it on pinterest
it was practically a half sleeve with how big it was, and you almost cried when you had to take a shower the next day
he reassures you that it's fineeee he could just draw another one (he was cheesing internally, lol he's probably like, "wow, my drawing meant that much to her, omg omg, i love my gf.")
after that, he got soooo much more creative!! he started bringing skin-safe markers and stuff
on the other hand, he gets so giddy and red and giggly when you're the one drawing on him
he keeps saying things like, "wow, that's so good," "woah, that looks nice," "yo, that's sick"
he's tucking your hair behind your ear and brushing the stray hairs away from your face while you tell him about the drama going on around your school, and he's got this dopey ass smile like đ
got soooo loud when you were done, he was hooting and hollering and jumping everywhere while flexing (literally and figuratively) his arms
took care of it so dearly he got heated when the boys were chasing him with literal baby wipes and alcohol as a joke
did a fit check picture with his arm out for everyone to see on the elevator mirror (iykyk), and it's one of the most famous pictures of him up to this day
remember the drawing he did on your arm that you posted on pinterest? yeah, someone posted it on twitter alongside the picture of him in the elevator beside it, and the caption goes like, "this is soooo martin coded"
and he trended because, duh
someone brought it up during a live, and he was smiling ear to ear like a dumbass
"martin, were you the one who drew on your arm?"
and he just responds with, "nooo haha, someone did," and does a chad face đ«©
anyways,
he's soooooo casual
hear me out, hold on now
literally the opposite of nonchalant, i know, but he's just so normal and chill about things and so bf
^ the way he puts his arm around the back of the couch when you sit beside him, the hand at the bottom of your spine when walking side by side while leaning down to your level so he could hear you more clearly
hoodies!!! he already owns sooo many of them, but they quadrupled and multiplied the moment the two of you got together
he doesn't even buy it for himself he just goes, "ohh, this is pretty comfy, she's going to love this"
knows all the godly hidden spots and hole in the wall food stalls
but! his favorite is this old tteokbokki stall at the literal end of a night market run by a sweet old lady
you guys went there on your first date, and he took the opportunity to get to know you better while walking the longggg path over there
yes, it was absolutely planned. at first, he was like, "naaah, it's too far. it might not even be worth it for her it's just tteokbokki you know"
but it was THE tteokbokki spot for him, and he thought about how romantic it would be to chat with you while walking
he was imagining k-drama scenes in his head,
"i'm going to go tease her, and then i'm going to run when she gets pissed, and she's going to run after me, and then i'll suddenly stop to catch her in my arms andâ"
comes the actual date, and he's literally like "đ§ââïžhey haha how r u," and you guys walked in silence for a hot minute before he asked you something about music
and then it transpired to whose playlist was better
you arrive at the stall and ordered tteokbokki, right? while you were waiting, you suggested listening to martin's playlist while he listens to yours
he was like, "prepare to lose," and the two of you plugged in your earphones
you were so focused on critiquing his playlist that you didn't notice him looking absolutely dumbstruck by you
but halmeoni did and was like, "ahhh, young love"
martin turned red, and when you're done, you asked him why he's, you know, red, and he just goes, "the tteokbokki's spicy, that's all"
and you teased him for having "low" spice tolerance, and he just lets you
he and halmeoni meet eye to eye when you were just leaving, and she goes and mouths, "take care of her, young man," while holding a big ass spatula
then you guys go to the same spot every monthsary, and the nice old lady started recognizing you both
she goes "aigoooooooo" every time she sees you and asks you if martin's been taking care of you well đ„čđ„č
hehe, halmeoni gets happy whenever the two of you visit; she got to see both of you grow more comfortable with each other as time went by, aw
okay, so
photobooths aaaaaaaaa
loves loves loves photobooths
he thought of going to photoboooths with you the night you two started dating and couldn't stop smiling for 3 hours
will turn his head at you the moment he even hears someone walk by and utter the word "photobooth"
your pictures w him during the first few dates were cute and silly poses
now it's just him kissing you (calm down) in 368292 ways and you in his lap (calm down) even though the booth could probably handle three people at once
pictures of you everywhere in the back of his phone, in his phone as a wallpaper, in his wallet, his room, his travel bag, probably underneath his bed as an easter egg for you to find, idk
you guys had your first kiss with each other at a photobooth
you can see in the photo sequence when was the exact moment he asked if he could kiss you
the four-grid photo strip ended with a very cute kiss in the end <33
^^ this is the picture that's on the back of his phone
moving on, i need you to be calm and read the next two bullets with nothing but pure intentions okay
he likes kissing you literally everywhere but your lips (in public, at least)
kiss on the cheek as a greeting, or the occasional kiss on the forehead when he's talking to his friends with his arms around your shoulder, the kiss at the back of your head when he's behind you in a line, a kiss on your knuckles when the two of you are doing nothing
aside from the obvious fact that physical touch is his love language, i thinkkkk he also likes quality time
like you could invite him to lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling, and he'd be like, "this is so poetic, babe"
hugs
bear hugsssss so so warm and comfy
aww, when you're getting teary-eyed in public, he'd ask you if you want to hide that you're crying by hugging youuuuuu
his shirts are always so comfy and smell so nice
i don't know how to explain it, but he smells like,, a man,, okay
blackberry and mix it with a little bit of deodorant and a hint of musk
you always bury your nose in his neck when hugging or cuddling him, and it makes him giggle every time awwwhhh
calls you baby and pretty
called you babe in the first month of your relationship
you called him baby unconsciously once when you asked him to grab something for you
grabs it and gives it to you with a "here you go, baby"
you called him dork once as a joke, and he was like, "ohhh, you're so in love with me, aren't you????????"
now you always call him dork when you're not calling him babe
loves it when you call him tin, but he adores getting called by silly names (ex. dork)
his absolute favorite is borzoi đđđ
it's so special to him because that's his contact name on your phone too
at first, he was like, "hello????" but he just laughed it off afterwards with you when you showed him photos of a borzoi
ooooh, pets
he'd either:
a. absolutely adore them
b. be utterly terrified
if you have a cute and normal pet like a cat or dog, he'd treat them as his firstborn
if you have pet reptiles,,
would be so intrigued with a bearded dragon
he'd kinda joke around with it until beardie started running towards him
and bearded dragons run fast okay
tried to jump into your arms, and you just laughed at him
"heh, you look kinda stupidâ babe, BABE"
let's talk snakezzz
screamed when he first saw your ball python
you assure him that no, it's not a random snake that waltzed its way into your room, and that yes, she's completely docile and doesn't bite
"tin, she doesn't bite >:(," "YES IT DO"
^^^ in relation?? HELLO, he'd totallyyyyy be the type to say vine references
his go to is renata bliss, and he'd do the fuckass freestyle dance too đđđ
has a collection of bracelets
including the thin black ones that you could layer, yes yup
he kinda transfers them to your own wrists when you're holding hands :((
i think he has a higher than average spice tolerance, not the highest spice tolerance, but the tolerance is there regardless
loved the takis + cream cheese on a jalapeño food hack
still does it to this day
fave fridge raid munch are pickles with mustard
likes pickles and loves olives
pineapple on pizza believer unfortunately, wbk
he was salivating when he saw the savory snack plate in his fyp and whined in your arms for fifteen minutes when he couldn't find half of the ingredients in nearby lolllllll
unrelated-ish, but he likes mixing ranch with ketchup
made the tiffany plate once, and you both looked at each other after taking a bite of RAW broccoli dipped in mustard and cottage cheese and decided that some trends just aren't meant to be done
had a protein recipe phase dykwim
lists off the ingredients before feeding you anything ever since he accidentally gave you a milkshake with a wholeass egg in it
protein pancakes are a big no. he used too much protein, and it literally turned into rubber
hmmm, i think can cook decently, not the best per se, but he's not completely helpless in the kitchen
needs a recipe if he's making something, that kinda thing
in relation with cooking
he bakes one hell of a brownie, man
genuinely surprised you because it looked store-bought from a bougie french café
and he's like, "haha nooo, i made them!" with a huge chunk of chocolate between his teeth
fudgyyyyy on the inside, and the crust ?????
oh, he would fuck up a seafood boil
peels you shrimps, but he makes them kiss beforehand ???
heâs the opposite of a picky eater so heâs down to eat whatever with you
you joked once that you want to eat those deep fried insects and he starts showing you his literal bucket list of exotic and weird foods heâd like to try
eepy time
loves it when you lay on his chest like
he lets out the biggest satisfied sigh ever then hugs you closer to him
his stomach does that stomach noise where it sounds like something is melting and growling, and the acids in his stomach are mixing together, idk
pretty sure that's normal â but what is not normal is that it only seems to happen a lot when he's with you
he listens to your stomach when he's laying down on your tummy, lol
"woah, babe, that's like the hot sauce and the fries we had earlier" what
knocks the fuck out the moment his head hits your mattress
you coming over to his room is okay, okay. you two do whatever, he recreates the single ladies music video, he makes you laugh, cuddle yadda yadda
him coming over to your room, on the other hand
he just becomes soooooo soft
like everything smells like you, and it's filled with everything you love
cuddling in his bed pales in comparison to laying beside you in your bed alone
it's the vibe, he says
he gets so sleepyyyy don't invite him to do homework in your room the two of you will not finish shit
oh god
imagine him with his head on your stomach, and you're laying down, and you're telling him some kind of story, right?
and he just replies with those "hmm" and and
you could feel it in your stomach, his voice vibrates through your body
and his arms are around you, and he's clutching onto you like you're something precious
(you are)
take a chance with me . luke castellan x reader
you decide to confront luke about your current situationship with him.
luke castellan x f!reader , reader is the daughter of Athena , crack , misunderstandings , âwhat are weâ , âi thought weâre already datingâ , fluff with slight angst , overthinking , kisses , them being sappy , nicknames
note : canât stop falling in love with this evil betrayer smh. inspired by nikiâs song âtake a chance with meâ ! (IM SORRY IF THIS IS CRINGE this is my first time writing kiss scenes help đđđđ)
let me know your thoughts ! likes, reblogs, and comments appreciated <3
luke castellan x fem!reader
Lukeâs had a crush on you for longer than he can remember, and after Chris decided to play one sided cupid, he decides to ask you out.
warnings: use of yn, kinda shy!luke and loser!luke but we love it <3, fluff
âËâčâĄ
Luke led Percy, the new kid, through the dusty maze of Camp Half-Blood. Percy peppered Luke with questions once in a while. "So, who are those hulking dudes with Clarisse?" Percy asked.
Luke chuckled. "Those are the Ares kids, her half-brothers. But donât worry, they're all bark and no bite... actually, they do bite."
As they rounded a corner, the sounds of clashing metal and grunts reached their ears. Luke stopped dead in his tracks, his gaze snagging on a particular figure in the training field.
There, bathed in sunlight, you were training. Your form, clad in the simple camp T-shirt and shorts, moved with the fluid grace of a warrior dancer. Every swing of your practice sword, every parry, was a testament to your skills that stood out. Your hair whipped around your face as you disarmed your opponent with a swift kick.
Percy, oblivious to Luke's sudden paralysis, glanced between him and the scene playing out on the field. "Who's that?" he asked, curiosity creasing his brow.
Luke cleared his throat, trying to dispel the sudden fog clouding his brain. "That's-, uh, yn" Luke stammered, his voice rougher than usual. âAphroditeÂŽs kid. DonÂŽt let her looks fool you, though. SheÂŽs a hell of a warriorâ
Percy nodded, but his gaze remained firmly on you. You were now sheathing your celestial bronze sword, a bead of sweat clinging to your temple. As you reached for a nearby water flask, you brushed the hair from your face, the gesture casual yet captivating.
Luke found himself staring again, just like he does every time he looks at you from afar, mesmerized by the way the sunlight seemed to follow your tiniest movements. He was so lost in the moment that he barely registered the volleyball hurtling towards him.
"Yo, Luke! Catch!" someone yelled. Luke, still mesmerized, couldn't react in time. The ball connected with a resounding thump right in his gut.
clingy! johnny sinclair
clingy! johnny sinclair who always finds a way to touch you. heâll claim heâs not that guy â but heâs constantly bumping your shoulder, slinging an arm around your neck, lacing your fingers together without asking. and if you ever try to pull away? he fake-scowls. âyou hate me or something?â (he knows you donât. he just likes hearing you say it.)
clingy! johnny sinclair who doesnât know how to fall asleep without you nearby. he swears heâs fine â âiâm not a baby, jesusâ â but he always ends up curled toward you in bed, arm thrown across your waist, forehead pressed to your shoulder. and if you shift away even a little? he scowls and immediately follows you. like a sleepy, stubborn magnet.
clingy! johnny sinclair who gets a little weird when you're distracted. if youâre talking to someone else too long â especially someone flirty â heâll insert himself in the conversation with his chin on your shoulder or his arms around your waist. âam i interrupting?â heâll ask with a smirk. he is, he absolutely is. he does not care.
clingy! johnny sinclair whoâif heâs not beside you in bedâ calls you in the middle of the night just because. his voice is raspy and restless over the phone, âyou up?â (itâs 2:43 a.m. you were not up. but now you are.) heâll blame it on a bad dream or insomnia, but he just missed your voice. he needs you to talk him back to sleep.Â
clingy! johnny sinclair who doesnât realize how obvious he is. when you leave the room at a party? his eyes follow you. when youâre walking across the beach? he falls into step beside you, even if he was going the opposite direction. you once caught him staring when you were brushing your hair. he just blinked and said, âwhat? iâm allowed to look.â
clingy! johnny sinclair who acts like heâs doing you a favor by hanging off you. you sit down on the couch, and two seconds later, he flops beside you with a dramatic sigh. âyou looked lonely,â he says, already tucking his face into your neck. you raise an eyebrow, âi was literally just sitting downâŠâ âyeah. alone. see how sad that sounds?â
clingy! johnny sinclair who needs to be touching you to calm down. when things get bad â fights with his dad, the pressure of being a Sinclair, nights he can't sleep â he finds you. even if he doesn't say much, heâll sit beside you, rest his head on your shoulder, maybe just hold your hand in silence. because being near you settles something in him that nothing else does.
clingy! johnny sinclair who gets lowkey offended when you sit too far away. you sit beside mirren instead of him on the boat to marthaâs vineyard? he gives you a lighthearted glare and playfully holds it against you the rest of the outing. you take a place across him at the bonfire instead of next to him? he raises a brow and motions for you to move. âoh, so weâre doing space now? cool, cool, no thatâs fine, i love being an ocean away.â
clingy! johnny sinclair who is obsessed with you, and obsessed with loving you. he feels so lucky he gets to be the one who does that and that he gets to be loved back by you. he may act cool, but really? when it comes to you, he's just a sap.
â rintaro x martin
Insomnia
Pairing: Zoro x Reader, platonic Strawhats & Reader
SFW
Summary: You find yourself unable to sleep, and all of your friends are determined to help. Unfortunately, nothing seems to work...until you find yourself in the lap of a certain swordsman. Warnings: Just Extreme Fluff! Word Count: ~3k Crossposted from Ao3
You were exhausted.
It had started slowly. You began to take a little longer to fall asleep and wake up just a touch earlier, spending days with your thoughts just a bit fuzzy around the edges, eyes a little unfocused in quieter moments, but nothing severe.
Then you started waking up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep no matter how long you closed your eyes and laid there, praying for relief. You would instead wander around the ship, find ways to make yourself busy, making conversation with whoever was on night watch. You pretended not to notice the quiet concern on the crewâs faces when they all spoke and realized you had been awake to speak with each of them at 4am for the last week.
whatâs left unsaid â â â adrian pucey x fem!reader
Summary: The sweet, unspoken moments of Adrianâs and Y/Nâs relationship over the years.Â
Warnings: loss of a parent (not a heavy focus, but itâs included)
Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns, sorted into Slytherin just because it made more sense plot wise, two years older than golden trio, no physical traits mentioned
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: I donât really post fics and only write if inspiration hits me (though I do want to get into writing more so bare with me). I saw a bittersweet tikok the other day, about a girlâs boyfriend instinctively holding her hand during the father-daughter dance at a wedding and jâs lullaby (darlinâ iâd wait for you) by delaney bailey was playing over the video. This fic is inspired by those two things. That song really encapsulates the feeling and sweetest I was aiming for so feel free to give that song a listen if you want :â)
Y/N and Adrian became friends the moment they sat next to each other after the sorting. They both got put into Slytherin and talked to each other throughout the entire feast. From that day on, their friendship grew stronger and they quickly became inseparable. Here they were now, second year and best friends as ever. Sure, they got teased a couple times from fellow classmates, but it didnât bother them too much. Adrian got it worse than Y/N and she could tell he struggled with it at times. He just wanted the other Slytherin boys to like him, though he would never admit that.
Czytaj dalej
F1 Masterlist
This masterlist contains all my work with F1 drivers
Ollie Bearman
Public. - instagram and twitter au
The Great War | Finnick Odair
Pairing/s: Finnick Odair x fem!reader
Summary: After everything that you've been through during the rebellion you finally found the peace with Finnick.
Warning/s: angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, war, weapons (reader has a knife), bow and arrows, trident, axe, syringe, violence, fighting, Katniss gets struck by lightning, blood, trust issues, attempted suicide (not graphical, but it's talked about), wounds, pills, trauma, Finnick ALMOST dying, Snow's execution and Coin's death, possible grammar and spelling mistakes
Author's note: Once again, a fic inspired by Taylor Swift's song (are we really surprised?)
My knuckles were bruised like violets
Sucker punching walls, cursed you as I sleep-talked
Spineless in my tomb of silence
Tore your banners down, took the battle underground
And maybe it was ego swinging
Maybe it was her
Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur
The heat was getting to your head, it was staring to be too much. It already was.
The holes in your bodysuit that were the consequence of the poisonous fog were everywhere it seemed like. Your hair was sticking to your face because of the sweat from the intense heat and exhaustion. You gripped your knife that seemed to fit you a little too perfectly. The golden earing that Haymitch gifted you so that Katniss could recognize you as one of her allies was hitting the side of your face as you ran to the lightning tree.
You were terrified. You were in on the plan to get Katniss out, of course. Everyone except Katniss and Peeta was.
You did your part. You joined Johanna and cut out the tracker inside of Katniss' arm. But that's when things went wrong. One of the carriers attempted to attack you. It was dark, tropical trees were everywhere, you couldn't see anything. You didn't know who attacked you. All you knew was that you pushed Katniss away to keep her hidden and Johanna ordered you to run while she distracted the person who tried to attack. For a moment you stood there frozen, hesitant. Johanna Mason then swinged her axe at you and you had no choice but to bolt away as fast as you could.
Your mind was racing too fast. Finnick. Katniss. You had to get to that tree to make sure that they are there. That they are okay because you were one hundred percent sure that if they weren't you would lose your mind. You would become the madness itself.
You didn't hear anything but two pairs of footsteps running somewhere north from you. You kept running, trying to ignore the intense dehydration, heat and exhaustion. But as you didn't hear nor see Johanna after a while you started to seriously regret your decision.
You pushed your was through to the lightning tree. You didn't have time to catch your breath because it was immediately knocked out of you as you saw Katniss pointing her arrow at Finnick. He was still holding his trident, but you know that he wouldn't use it even if she did shoot him.
"Katniss!" Your raspy voice yelled out, Finnick immediately turned to you. A look of relief washing over him as he saw you.
"Remember who the real enemy is." Finnick reminded the girl on fire and at that moment realization washed over her. You could see it.
She looked at Beetee who was unconscious behind her. The coil was still there. She quickly picked it up, wrapping it around her arrow before pointing it at the sky.
At that moment both fear and adrenaline washed over you. She was going to blow up the arena once the lightning strikes the tree.
"Katniss!" Finnick's voice rang out. "Get away from that tree!"
You started to panic. You were getting out of time. Finnick, Katniss, Beetee and you were the only ones who came. Johanna was nowhere to be found. Peeta didn't return yet. Your ever racing mind pushed you to run towards Finnick as fast as you could.
"Katniss, get away from that tree!" Finnick's voice rang out once more before you saw it.
Katniss pointed at the sky, the lightning striked the tree and she let the arrow fly.
The last thing that you saw was the bright light from the lightning, a bloody screams that left Katniss' and your mouths and a painful grunt from the love of your life before the mere force of the lightnings hit sent you flying into the trees behind you before the darkness overtook you.
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Once you woke up everything was hurting you. You felt so numb. You felt so numb yet you somehow felt everything. It was truly horrific.
The oxygen mask was planted onto your face as your eyes scanned the unknown territory. Everything was white and so clean. You turned your head to the side and spotted Katniss Everdeen, still knocked out beside you, and Beetee, not that far away from you. He was still unconscious, too. At that moment, you felt panic arise in your chest, consuming you. Where was Finnick?
You violently ripped the oxygen mask from your face as you stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that traveled across your body. What were you going to do? You patted your thigh, but your knife was gone. You knew that you weren't thinking rationally, but you never did when it came to him.
You spotted a see-through box a few feet away from you. A syringe was in there. It was filled with an unknown liquid, but you guessed that someone knocked you unconscious with this so you took the risk as you placed the syringe in the palm of your hand.
You strolled silently towards the door. You jumped a bit as the door suddenly opened. You raised the syringe in the air, ready to attack anyone who stood behind the door if you needed to.
You felt yourself slowly lowering the syringe in your hand as you saw who stood in front of you. Haymitch and Plutarch Heavensbee. You made it. You were relatively safe. But not seeing Finnick didn't calm your nerves. If anything it just fueled the fire in your veins.
"Where is Finnick?" You hissed out, your voice dangerously lowered that you scared yourself for a brief moment. You knew that you probably looked like a mad woman, but you didn't really find it in yourself to care.
"Y/N." Haymitch slowly approached you, he raised his hands in the air in front of him as an attempt to both calm you down and show you that he won't hurt you. "He's here. On the chair, he's still unconscious."
You turned to look at the side that Haymitch was pointing at and there he was. In a blue shirt that was too big for him. You threw the syringe onto the desk in the middle of the room as you stared at him. Relief washing over you like the waves back at your District.
"What happened while I was out?" You asked Haymitch waiting for an explanation as you didn't take your eyes off of Finnick.
"We couldn't rescue Johanna and Peeta." Haymitch sighed, he was obviously afraid that you would try to attack again and this time succeed after you hear the news that he had for you. "They still have trackers in their arms. We cut Finnick's, Beetee's and yours out after we rescued you."
He stopped here and you waited. You waited for his words to finally hit you.
"The Capitol took Peeta and Johanna."
Out of nowhere, the darkness overtook you once again. The last thing you remember was Haymitch catching you in his arms and Finnick yelling out your name.
All that bloodshed, crimson clover
Uh-huh, sweet dream was over
My hand was the one you reached for
All throughout the Great War
Always remember
Uh-huh, tears on the letter
I vowed not to cry anymore
If we survived the Great War
The room of the hospital wing at District 13 was dimly lit. The cold metal walls of one of the hospital rooms felt like they were closing in on you, cutting the space for you to breath. Perhaps that was one of the reasons as to why your breaths came in ragged gasps as you suddenly woke up from your state. You sat up in your bed, sweat-soaked and still trembling. Another nightmare. The same one that haunted your every dream, every night, since the first night that you left the arena from your games. The arena, the blood, the faces of those you had to kill. Everything came back to haunt you once again.
Suddenly the door slid open with a harsh, quick movement.
Finnick slept in the room next door. You knew he was there, even before you heard the footsteps approaching. Pretty soon your suspicions were proven to be correct. There he was, shirtless and disheveled, concern etched on his face.
"Y/N." He whispered, crossing the room in a few strides. His arms enveloped you, pulling your crying, shaking form close to him providing the protection that you needed. "Another nightmare?"
You felt yourself nod, burying your face in his chest as you tried your hardest to just dissappear. His skin was warm against your cold, tear stained cheek, a stark contrast to the icy memories that plagued you.
"I can't escape them, Finnick." Your voice shook, a sob at the tip of your lips. "Their screams, the blood... everything. I relive it each and every night since that year."
He held you tighter, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back.
"You're safe here now, darling." He murmured. "We're in 13. The Capitol can't touch us here." He talked, as if he tried to remind you where you are right now, trying to pull you away from the horrific nightmare that he was oh so familiar with himself.
"The guilt is eating me alive." Your voice cracked, a silent tear sliding down your cheek. "I killed them. How can I possibly live with that?"
Finnick tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. His sea-green eyes bore into yours, fierce and unwavering.
"My love, listen to me." His soft voice spoke to you. "We all did what we had to do. The Games were a nightmare, but we made it out. We're alive."
"But at what cost?" Tears welled up, threatening to spill. "I can't forget their faces. The ones I killed. The ones that I left behind..."
"You promised me something, remember?" He wiped a lost tear away with his thumb. "Back before I was forced to send you into that arena alone. You promised me that you will survive and come back to me. You did."
"I know, but-"
"No buts." His voice was firm, it reminded you of the time that he trained you before you went into the arena for the first time. Back when you two were just a mentor and a tribute, nothing more. "You're so much stronger than you think you are, love. We all carry scars, but they don't define us. I want you to promise me something now."
"And that is?" You asked him as you kept your eyes on him.
"Promise me that you won't cry anymore. Not because of the Capitol or the nightmares. We survived, Y/N. And we'll keep surviving."
You hesitated, but then you nodded. "I promise."
"Good. Now get some rest. I'll be right here when you wake up." Finnick pressed his lips to your forehead, a gentle kiss that sent warmth through your veins.
As you settled back against the pillows, his arms were still wrapped around you, giving you sense of protection you came to a realization that maybe you could find comfort in the darkness that seemed to constantly try to consume you. With Finnick by your side, the nightmares seemed less terrifying, and the promise that you made him that night felt like it will last a lifetime.
And so, in the quiet of that hospital room in District 13, underground, you closed your eyes, vowing to keep your promise. No more fear, you knew that you would be all right as long as your love was next to you.
You drew up some good faith treaties
I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone
You said I have to trust more freely
But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire
And maybe it's the past that's talkin'
Screamin' from the crypt
Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did
So I justified it
The sterile white walls of District 13's hospital pressed in on you, suffocating you, stripping you of fresh air that your lungs needed right now. You sat at the edge of your hospital bed, your fingers tracing the material of the purple medical bracelet around your waist that said that you were "Mentally disoriented". The label of the chaos that boiled within you.
The doctors came and went, you heard their voices, but they didn't reach your brain, your messed up mind. They offered so many pills, you didn't even know what pill was for what anymore. They offered therapy sessions and worst of all, sympathetic glances. They looked at you like you were broken and you were, but you hated it with burning passion. Yet after all of that, you couldn't trust them. Not after everything that you went through. The arena, the cruelty of the Capitol, the loss of your friends. The nightmares that still clung to you like shadows, following your every step, and the darkness that constantly threatened to swallow you whole.
Finnick sat beside you. His hand brushed against yours, a silent reassurance. His eyes held a depth of understanding. The kind of understanding that came only from someone who survived the horrors too immense to name.
"You don't have to face this alone." He said softly. His voice was your lifeline, pulling you back from the endless abyss. "Y/N, let them help you."
"They don't understand, Finnick." You whispered in the quietness of the room. "They can't understand."
"Maybe not, but I do." His thumb traced circles on your palm.
"Finnick, I-" You met his gaze, the weight of your pain reflected in his sea-green eyes.
Before you could finish, though, he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. It was a desperate kiss, fueled by fear and longing. His mouth tasted of salt and the sea.
"Don't shut me out." He murmured against your lips, his voice sweater then honey. "I can't lose you, too."
"I'm broken, Finnick." Tears welled up blurring your vision.
"No." He said fiercely. "You're not broken. You're a survivor. And you're mine."
Finnick pulled you into his arms, holding you as if you were fragile glass. His heartbeat echoed against your chest, a rhythm of hope.
"Promise me." He whispered. "Promise me that you won't try to leave me behind again."
The memory of the razor blade, the cold metal against your skin, haunted you. You'd wanted an escape, a way to silence the screams of your fellow tributes that echoed in your mind. But the doctors had intervened, wrestling the blade from your trembling hand.
"I promise." You choked out. "But what if I can't keep it?"
"Then I'll be here." He vowed, his grip on your hands tightened. "Every step of the way. We'll fight this darkness together."
And so, in the sterile hospital room that you were forced to stay in, Finnick and you clung to each other. The fragile threads of two broken souls entwined. Finnick's love was a lifeline, pulling you back from the blink. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to believe that survival was possible. Even when the nightmares threatened to consume you.
All that bloodshed, crimson clover
Uh-huh, the bombs were close and
My hand was the one you reached for
All throughout the Great War
Always remember
Uh-huh, the burning embers
I vowed not to fight anymore
If we survived the Great War
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
The air was thick with tension, the walls of District 13 trembling as the Capitolâs bombs rained down upon them. Finnick now stood alongside you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. His sea-green eyes were filled with worry, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest once again.
The lockdown sirens blared, drowning out the screams of panic echoing through the corridors. People rushed past you, seeking shelter, but you and Finnick remained rooted to the spot. The world outside seemed to blur as you clung to each other, seeking solace in the midst of chaos.
âY/N.â Finnick whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. âWeâll get through this. Somehow we always do.â
You nodded, your fingers tracing the contours of his face. His stubble scratched against your skin, a familiar sensation that grounded you. The Capitol had taken so much from both of youâthe Games, the torture, the lossâbut here, in this moment, you had each other.
The bombs continued to fall, shaking the ground beneath your feet. You pressed your cheek against Finnickâs chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing. His hand slid down to your lower back, holding you close as if he could shield you from the destruction outside.
âI love you.â you murmured, your voice barely audible over the chaos everywhere around you. âAfter all this is over, I promise I wonât fight anymore. No more battles, no more bloodshed.â
Finnickâs grip tightened. âY/N, you donât have toââ
âNo.â You interrupted. âI mean it. Weâve both seen enough violence, lost enough people. If we survive this war, I want a different life. A peaceful one. With you.â
His eyes searched yours, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped spinning.
âA peaceful life...â he repeated, as if testing the words. âTogether.â
âTogether.â You nodded, your heart swelling with determination.
And so, as the bombs continued to fall, you made a silent vow. You would survive this war, not for the rebellion or for justice, but for the chance to hold Finnick Odair in your arms without fear. To build a future where love could flourish, where scars could heal, and where promises were kept.
In the chaos of District 13âs lockdown, you clung to each other, two souls battered by the storm. But love was your anchor, and as long as you had that, you knew you could weather anythingâeven the wrath of the Capitol.
It turned into something bigger
Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed
Your finger on my hair pin triggers
Soldier down on that icy ground
Looked up at me with honor and truth
Broken and blue, so I called off the troops
That was the night I nearly lost you
I really thought I lost you
The hallway was dimly lit, the flickering fluorescent bulbs casting eerie shadows on the cold metal walls. You stood there, your heart pounding in your chest, waiting for Finnick. The room where the victors were supposed to meet felt like a prison. A place where memories of the Games and the Capitolâs cruelty still lingered.
The rebellion had succeeded. The Capitol was in chaos, its once-mighty regime crumbling. But victory came at a cost. The mutts, the twisted, genetically engineered creatures, had nearly taken Finnick from you. Katniss had told you about it, her voice raw with emotion. How heâd fought tooth and nail, how heâd almost been torn apart.
And now, as you waited, your fingers trembling, you couldnât shake the image of his bloodied form from your mind. The way heâd looked at you before leaving for that final mission, the promise in his eyes, the unspoken words that he will return to you alive, in one piece. Youâd clung to that promise, held it close like a fragile flame in the darkest of nights.
The door creaked open, and there he was, Finnick Odair, the boy with the sea-green eyes and the tragic past. His hair was disheveled, his skin pale, but he was alive. He stepped into the hallway, and you rushed to him, throwing your arms around his neck. His scent, the salt of the sea that carried itself back from your home, the tang of sweat, filled your senses, and you buried your face in the crook of his shoulder.
âFinnick.â you whispered, your voice breaking. âYouâre here. Youâre alive.â
His arms tightened around you, and for a moment, you forgot about the war, the mutts, the bloodshed. It was just the two of you, clinging to each other like shipwreck survivors in a stormy sea.
âI promised, didnât I?â His voice was hoarse, but there was a hint of a smile. âI always keep my promises.â
You pulled away, your hands delicately framing his face. His cheek was bruised, a gash running along his jawline. But his eyes, they held a fierce determination, a fire that refused to be extinguished.
âYou idiot!â you said, your voice trembling. âYou almost died.â
âBut I didnât. And I wonât. Not as long as youâre here.â He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours.
Tears welled up in your eyes, and you kissed him, desperate, hungry, as if you could swallow away the pain, the fear, the memories. His lips were warm, tasting of salt and survival. And in that kiss, you made a silent vow, a promise of your own.
âAfter this war...â you whispered against his mouth, âweâll find a place where the sea meets the sky. Somewhere far from the Capitol, far from the Games. Weâll heal, Finnick. Together.â
He kissed you again, and this time, it was slow, tender. âTogether.â he murmured. âAlways.â
And so, in the hallway of broken dreams, you held each other, two fractured souls seeking solace. The victorsâ meeting could wait. For now, all that mattered was this fragile moment, the taste of salt, the warmth of love, and the promise of a future beyond the horrors of Panem.
We can plant a memory garden
Say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair
There's no morning glory, it was war, it wasn't fair
And we will never go back
The air in District 13 was thick with tension as the rebels gathered to witness the execution of President Snow. The Capitol had fallen, and the weight of years of suffering and loss hung heavily on everyone's shoulders. Finnick, like always, stood beside you. His hand found yours, fingers intertwining as you both faced the president.
The crowd murmured, their collective breaths held. The noose tightened around Snow's neck, and the man who had orchestrated so much pain and death finally met his end. You didn't feel relief; instead, a hollow emptiness settled within you. The cycle of violence had consumed too many lives, and you wondered if it would ever truly end.
After the execution, you and Finnick retreated to your small quarter that was given to you at the presidential palace. You packed the few belongings you had left, folding clothes and tucking away mementos. Finnick watched you, his eyes shadowed by the ghosts of the arena.
"Y/N." he said softly, breaking the silence. "We've survived so much. But now⊠maybe it's time for something different."
You turned to face him, your heart aching. "Different how?"
He stepped closer, cupping your cheek. "Peace, Y/N. We've fought, bled, and lost. Maybe it's time we find our own peace."
His words resonated within you. You thought of the horrors you'd witnessedâthe Hunger Games, the rebellion, the deaths of friends. The scars ran deep, and you wondered if healing was even possible.
As if sensing your turmoil, Finnick pulled you into his arms. His embrace was both tender and desperate.
"We finally get to leave." he murmured against your hair. "Find a quiet place in 4, away from the chaos. Somewhere we can heal."
"But KatnissâŠ" you began, thinking of the broken girl who had become the Mockingjay.
Finnick kissed your forehead. "Katniss will find her way. She's strong. And she has Peeta."
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The next morning, you stood with Finnick on the platform in front of the train that would take you to District 4. Katniss approached, her eyes red-rimmed from grief and exhaustion. You took her hands, feeling the weight of her pain.
"Katniss, don't do this to yourself anymore, I beg you." Your soft voice reached her ears. "After everything⊠we'll try to find the peace we all deserve. I hope you find it too."
"Also, there is something that Finnick and I wanted to let you know before we leave the Capitol." you said gently.
She looked at you, her expression wary.
"I'm pregnant." you announced and Finnick's grip on your waist tightened.
Katniss blinked, surprise flickering across her face. "Pregnant?"
"Yes." you confirmed. "And Finnick and I⊠we've had enough bloodshed. It's time for us to find peace. Back at 4. Because we both know that we can't do it here at the Capitol."
Katniss's lips trembled. "Take care of each other." she whispered. "And write to me. Tell me whatever you need."
"We will." Finnick promised, placing a hand on her shoulder as he spoke. "And Katniss, find your own peace too. You deserve it the most."
As the train pulled away, you glanced back at Katniss. She stood there, a lone figure, watching you both leave. The world outside blurred, and you clung to Finnick's hand, knowing that this journey was about more than survival, it was about reclaiming life, love, and hope.
Together, you and Finnick leaned against the window, watching the landscape rush by. The Capitol, the districts, and the scars of war faded into the distance. Ahead lay an uncertain future, but for the first time, it felt like freedom.
And as the train carried you away, you whispered to the wind.
"Peace, Katniss. May you find it too."
To that bloodshed, crimson clover
Uh-huh, the worst was over
My hand was the one you reached for
All throughout the Great War
Always remember
Uh-huh, we're burned for better
I vowed I would always be yours
'Cause we survived the Great War
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the coast. You sat on the weathered driftwood, your sundress billowing in the breeze. The waves crashed against the shore, a rhythmic lullaby that matched the beat of your heart.
Finnick was out there, his laughter carried by the wind. He chased their little daughter, her giggles like music. She had his sea-green eyes and your stubborn spirit. Her tiny feet left imprints in the wet sand, and you watched them both, the man you loved and the child you'd brought into this world.
His white shirt clung to his chest, the fabric darkened by saltwater. His light brown pants were soaked, but he didn't care. Finnick had always been at home in the sea, a merman with secrets hidden beneath his skin.
You traced the delicate band on your finger, the wedding ring. The day you'd vowed to be one with Finnick forever played in your mind. The sun had been just as golden then, and the waves had whispered promises. You'd said "I do" with the ocean as your witness, and it felt like the universe itself had blessed your union.
Beside you layed Katniss' letter. Her words echoed in your head, a mix of sorrow and hope. She'd lost so much, fought so hard. But now, finally, there was peace. Peeta was by her side, both of them were healing together. The Mockingjay had found her song and it was a bittersweet melody.
You closed your eyes, feeling the salt spray on your skin. The sea had witnessed your love, your pain, and your victories. It had taken so much from you, the Games, the rebellion, the scars etched into your soul. But it had also given you Finnick, your anchor in this tumultuous world.
As if sensing your thoughts, Finnick approached. His hair was tousled, his smile soft. He sat beside you, your daughter nestled in his arms. She clutched a seashell, her eyes wide with wonder.
"She's growing up so fast." you murmured, leaning into Finnick's warmth.
"Too fast." He kissed your temple.
You glanced at the horizon. The sun was a fiery ball, sinking into the water. "Katniss wrote that Peeta and her found peace."
"It's about time." Finnick nodded.
"We've all shed enough blood for an eternity, perhaps even more than that." You rested your head on his shoulder.
He intertwined his fingers with yours. "Maybe now we can heal."
The waves whispered their agreement. You looked at your daughter, at the man who'd become your heart.
"We'll find our peace too, won't we?"
Finnick pressed his lips to your forehead. "After everything⊠we deserve it."
And as the sea sang its ancient song, you knew that love, like the tides, would flow. But here, by the coast, with Finnick and your daughter, you found solace. The wedding ring glinted in the fading light, a promise etched in metal.
Katniss's words echoed once more:
"May you find peace."
And you believed that you finally had.
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
I would always be yours
'Cause we survived the Great War
Uh-huh
I vowed I would always be yours
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Avatar: The Last Airbender (Avatar: The Legend of Aang)
Journey - part 1
Takes place in Book 1, Episode 1 - The Boy in the Iceberg
Pairing: OC x Zuko
There is no beta read and I use Grammarly since English is not my first language
Zuko x OC MASTERLIST here
Water -> Earth -> Fire -> Air..
My late father used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace. When the Avatar kept balance between Water Tribes, Earth Kingdom, Fire Nation and Air Nomads. But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avatar mastered all four elements could stop the ruthless firebenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed, and the Fire Nation is nearing victory in the war. Two years ago, The men of my Tribe journeyed to the Earth Kingdom to help fight against the Fire Nation, leaving their wives and children. Some people believe that the Avatar was never reborn into the Air Nomads and that the cycle is broken. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow the Avatar will return to save the world.
The icy winds of the Southern Water Tribe howled softly over the frozen landscape, carrying the scent of salt and puffy snow through the air. Yula stood at the edge of the palace docks, wrapped in thick blue furs, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag as she took in the sight of her home - this was all she had ever known. And now, she was leaving it behind.
Avatar: The Last Airbender (Avatar: The Legend of Aang)
Princess - backstory
Pairing: OC x Zuko
This is a backstory to the main story happening in the tv series.
There is no beta read and I use Grammarly since english is not my first language.
Zuko x OC MASTERLIST here
The palace of the Southern Water Tribe stood tall against the icy cliffs, its structure carved into the frozen land. Inside there were dim lanterns flickered against the deep blue walls, casting long shadows as a five-year-old Yula clutched the hand of her six-year-old brother named Kenzo.
Their small feet padded softly against the fur-covered floors as they walked towards the sacred chamber, where their fate and future would be revealed. It was a tradition in the royal familyâchildren were to have their destinies told by a fortune teller.
The bond between a girl and her favorite fictional man? That shitâs toxic, but in the best way. Itâs this messed-up, all-consuming obsession where sheâll go to war for a man who doesnât even existâlike, literally fight someone for talking shit about him. She knows heâs a red flag with legs, but sheâs ready to unpack his trauma and let him ruin her life, because he gets her in ways real guys never could. Heâs everything she wants and everything she should probably stay the hell away from, but fuck it. Itâs not about logic; itâs about the fantasy of someone whoâs so broken, theyâd burn the whole world down just to love her.
Itâs painful, because she knows heâll never be real, but that doesnât stop her from falling harder every damn time she opens the book, watches the show, or reads another fanfic. And yeah, it hurts like hell, but itâs a beautiful kind of hurt. The kind that makes her want to scream and cry and laugh all at once.
Because no real guy could ever compare to that kind of perfectly fucked-up perfection. (And cause he will fuck you till you can't think straight)