(Jake Sully x Kekunan!Reader x Neytiri) ╌──═❁═──╌ You are a proud member of the Kekunan clan, a hunter and a fearless warrior. You've always been fascinated with Toruk, always visiting the shrine of him, and singing the song cords of the First Flight. Never would you have thought you would see the winged beast, not till one fateful day, your village was blessed with the presence of the new rider of the shadow. Toruk Makto has returned, asking for the help of your people. And as the great riders of the banshee, and who were your people to say no? The warriors of your clan quickly taking to the skies to fight the good fight, but as the war comes to a close you find that something, or perhaps someone has caught your eye. You can't help but feel as though Eywa has intervened, and you are walking a greater path. 𓆩*𓆪

This story is about a girl, y/n, who was abandoned on Pandora after the war against the sky people and Omatikaya clan after her parents died. She resides in the forest by the Metkayina clan as a human living in a lab built by the sky people. That is until the forest Navi come to the ocean looking for refuge. She meets a sweet male Navi called Neteyam who draws her out of the forest. The war follows Jake Sullys family and y/n is caught in the middle as a way to help the Navi. She hates what the sky people have done to Pandora and cares about the land. Eywa hears her prayers even though she is not Navi. The Navi believe the a person is born twice and Eywa gives her that second chance. I do not own any of the characters other than y/n. I do wish that no one copy this story.

Y/N is a Lightner with an abnormally weak soul. Without the power of determination, they're adrift. But they're not the only one who's powerless. Together, Y/N and a Darkner who understands them could shake the very foundation of the Dark World... This is written from the perspective of a gender neutral reader. (TW: Acid theory, violence, blood, occasional gore, just because someone is kind to you personally doesn't mean they're a good person, angst, heavy doses of fluff to make up for it all) Art made by me! I usually update around once a week! :) Enjoy~!

⚠️⚠️⚠️PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS!!⚠️⚠️⚠️ If you are reading, interested in this book this book will be taken down in 2-3 days. The book has been moved onto my other account; 'Xcaliiburr' is my username. Please keep this in mind and please read my other book! Thank you for your time.

⚠️STORY BEING RE-WRITTEN ATM, LONG SLOW UPDATES⚠️ A Optimus Prime x Predator! Reader fanfic, which takes place starting from TF1 to TF5! -------- Book Title was previously named "I Fight For Those I Love" and book cover has been changed! Characters belong to their rightful owners Michael Bay & 20th Century Studios!

WARNING not gonna lie this book will definitely be cringy but I will try my best and make it good also this might be more of a oneshot then anything else. please beware that this is not my character and I don't own resident evil 8 or the company Capcom that produces these games or anything like that this is purely just fanfic I decided to write because there isn't a lot of lady Dimitrescu x reader fanfic on Wattpad so Ima just add this one to the mix also reader gender will not be mention and I'll put in non-binary. WARNING PLEASE READ there will be mentions of blood (duh it's a vampire lady and her daughters) also mentions of alcohol and death ok now for the real description for this book growing up in the village your entire life people have been calling you a monster and as the years come you got bullied and physically got hurt and your father wasn't much help with it either. one day you had enough with the torture and bite back and with that fateful day you met a tall woman and fell in love.

After being executed in 1991, Y/n, a.k.a "Jacket," is sent to Hell for his actions in Miami. A few years elapsed since his arrival. He's made quite a name for himself, earning a reputation as a well-known contract killer. (A/n: Please note that some MAJOR events in the "Hotline Miami" series have been altered and/or erased to write this story, and I'm intentionally leaving most of the story and the alternate ending of "Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number" ambiguous.... at least for THIS book. Also, I only wanted to write this because I recently played the two games for myself. Warning: The following book contains spoilers for the "Hotline Miami" series, and I advise those who are new to play the games for yourself as well. Enjoy).

> HH & HB x Male Reader > Harem > Some genderbends . Your name is Y/N The Lamb. And you are in hell. Hell... a wretched place teeming with sinners and hellborn alike, all vying to carve their mark upon the infernal rings. Why anyone would crave dominion over this god-forsaken realm is beyond comprehension. Yet, you were no different. You were tired of being tormented by demons larger and stronger than yourself, which, admittedly, was nearly everyone. You craved power, not for its own sake, but to prove you weren't just some weak little lamb. You envisioned a transformed hell, a place not of suffering, but of order and peace... a heaven within the depths of damnation. Driven by this vision, you rose to power. Overthrowing Lucifer Morningstar, the warden of hell himself, was an insurmountable task, so you forged an alliance with him instead. With cunning and perseverance, you succeeded in remaking hell, shaping it into a utopia unlike anything it had ever been. That was when you decided to start a cult. Day by day, your cult grew in strength and number. Hooded cultists became a ubiquitous presence, making it impossible for any sinner to escape their gaze. Yet, the mask of authority you wore began to slip. With every desire fulfilled, you began to miss the simplicity of your past. The petty squabbles with low-life demons, the occasional robbery by a thug, the flirtations of succubi, and the chaotic turf wars... these were the things that made life in hell... Just right. Now, your presence invoked fear rather than camaraderie. The old days, where you were just another face in the crowd, seemed like a distant, almost desirable memory. You did NOT want to be a feared figure. Yearning for those simpler times, you vanished, leaving your utopia and cult behind. And so, you disappeared, fading into legend. But now, you have returned! . #1: Pretending - 01/18/24 #1: Lamb - 03/09/24 #1: Loona - 04/21/24