Everyone can see that So'lek cares. Except Ta'kiri. After years in RDA captivity, the lost Sarentu returns to Pandora disconnected from Eywa, uncertain of her place among her people, and struggling to find where she belongs. The one constant in the chaos is So'lek. Respected. Loyal. Unreadable. As he guides her across the Western Frontier, a bond begins to form between them-one Ta'kiri does not understand, and So'lek refuses to put into words. But while So'lek struggles to act on what he's feeling...someone else has been watching. Patient. Waiting. And isn't nearly as restrained. Someone neither of them saw coming. Caught between loyalty, healing, and bonds that refuse to stay simple, Ta'kiri must decide who she wants to become before the choice is taken from her. Because some connections are worth fighting for. And some may destroy her. So'lek... or Wakula?

After his brutal defeat at So'lek's hands, Wukula is left broken beneath the ruins of Hometree-but death does not come quickly. Alone, bleeding, and certain the Great Mother will never welcome his spirit, he finally stops fighting. No clan is coming for him. No mercy waits beyond the darkness. Then Neyira finds him. A fierce, solitary Na'vi woman who knows exactly what the Mangkwan are-and nearly leaves him where he fell. Until an atokirina descends through the smoke and settles gently upon his chest. A sign from Eywa. Against every instinct, Neyira saves his life. Wukula accepts her help for one reason: To heal. To regain his strength. And to take revenge on So'lek. But days become weeks. Weeks become months. Far from the Mangkwan and trapped beside a woman who refuses to fear, flatter, or obey him, Wukula begins to see the forest differently. Its beauty. Its spirit. The Great Mother he once believed had abandoned him. And Neyira. She is nothing like the women he has known. She is loud where others were silent. Defiant where others learned to submit. And strong enough to leave whenever she chooses. For the first time, Wukula wants something he cannot take by force. Trust. Choice. Maybe even love. But love cannot erase the blood on his hands. And when the path to revenge leads him back toward So'lek, Tanvi, and everything he tried to bury- Wukula will have to decide: Will he rise as the monster who fell... Or become worthy of the life Eywa chose to spare? A companion story tied to Ashes of the Anurai.

Cross-posted from A03 ___ You are a tank bred mermaid. Small, delicate, and pretty. You have lived in the aquarium your entire life. He is a deep sea merman from The Trench, captured and caged against his will. He is nothing like you. When the aquarium cuts your funding and dumps him into your enclosure as the new "star attraction", your world goes from perfectly peacful, to utterly terrifying in one night. Do you have what it takes to survive the ocean's untamed fury?

Stranded on an uncharted island during an expedition gone wrong, Lyra must find a way to not only escape the strange island but survive its brutal environment and the creatures that lurk there. The last thing Lyra expected on this expedition is to end up stumbling into the territory of a highly aggressive and highly territorial beast that sees her as its next meal...or so she thinks. ----- Lyra has always suffered from a fear of snakes, ever since she was a young girl. She has done well to avoid the scaly creatures and keep her distance from them even while working as a toxicologist who researches and makes lifesaving cures for snake bite victims. However, working in such a field doesn't completely keep her from interacting or coming close to the animals she fears so much, especially when she's sent on an expedition along with some explorers to an uninhabited island to research and discover new species of plants and animals as well as search for an elusive and highly venomous serpent that is said to inhabit the strange isle. It also doesn't help when their helicopter suddenly malfunctions and the group ends up crash-landing in the middle of a dense jungle with no way of contacting the outside world for help. and to make things worse for poor Lyra, something seems to be stalking her in this new and unfamiliar environment. It's bad enough she's trapped with no way home in such a dangerous place, but when she comes across signs of a monster lurking somewhere on this uncharted isle, she comes to find that the worst of her nightmares have only just begun. because the thing that's been stalking her from the shadows as fangs and scales just like the creatures she fears the most, with intentions of keeping her trapped with it on the isle.

Fleeing the burning ruins of Atlanta, Daryl and Merle Dixon are operating on pure survival instinct-until they stumble across Emily, an exhausted labor and delivery nurse cornered in an abandoned ranch house. Armed with little more than a scalpel and a bag of scavenged medical supplies, she is an unexpected lifeline in a world overrun by the dead. To Merle, she's a valuable "walking insurance policy" to be used or traded. To Daryl, she's a dangerous distraction-just more weight pushing them closer to the grave. But when a brutal fight in a ruined pharmacy proves she can hold her own, the brothers are forced to drag her along on their run toward the Georgia woods. Trapped between Merle's cruel pragmatism, Daryl's volatile mistrust, and the relentless horrors of the apocalypse, Emily must survive the dead-and the two unpredictable brothers holding her fate in their hands. * * * Daryl survived the end of the world for one reason. And he'll burn the wasteland to ash before he lets anyone take his family away. ⚠️ Dark post-apocalyptic romance featuring graphic survival scenarios, high-stakes peril, near-death experiences and an intensely protective, pining MMC. #daryldixon #thewalkingdead #twdff #Merleain'tsobad #daryldixonxoc #postapocalyptic #darksurvival #protectivemmc #pining #foundfamily #darkromance #gritty #neardeath #survival #merledixon #normanreedus #zombieapocalypse #walkers #georgia #slowburn #enemies-to-lovers #dystopianromance #hurtcomfort #wasteland #raw #pregnancy #birth #baby

Amid the vastness of the universe, a human is found-fragile, out of place, and wholly unprepared for the dangers of an unforgiving world. A single act sets events into motion, binding predator and prey in ways neither can fully comprehend. As alliances shift and hidden truths unravel, the line between myth and reality begins to blur. The tale of The First Hunter is whispered-a story within a story, holding answers that could reshape everything. But some legends are not meant to be uncovered, and the greatest mysteries hide in plain sight.

The freak circus AU (Neko Bueno on Patreon is the creator of The Freak Circus VN) She never hated monsters. She hated what they had become. Starved. Trapped. Forsaken by the very man who called himself their savior. When survival demanded a price, they paid it by consuming one of their own-Columbina-and the strength they gained came at a cost far darker than anyone could have imagined. For years living among them, Elia questioned their cruelty, their distrust of humans... until she was forced to witness every memory, every century of suffering that shaped them. And something inside her shattered. She understood why they no longer trusted humanity. She understood why she herself was not trusted. Her own kind revolted her. In her final moments, an unknown being offered her a deal she could not refuse... at a price. Now cast into the past, with only a single year to exist, Elia must decide: Can the past be rewritten? If she can save Columbina... Could she save them all? Even if it means she ceases to exist?... Even if she must become the very thing she despises... to ensure their survival?

Rae had never believed in fate or destiny. Her father had once said stories were shaped by choice, that she had the power to carve out her own path. So when a yautja enters the picture, she's faced with a very difficult decision. She must choose between two paths, two worlds, and two lives. But which would she choose? - Male Yautja x Female OC - POV Third Person Omniscient - Rated M because they are yautja (Sorry no spoilers!) ------- #1 in Scifi-Romance - 9/14/24 #1 in Predator - 6/1/23 #1 in Alien - 5/30/24 #1 in yautjaxoc - 7/4/26 #1 in avp - 7/12/26 #1 in Development - 7/5/26 #1 in multiplepov 7/11/26 #2 in Yautja - 10/5/23 #2 in Discovery - 7/4/26 #3 in Culture - 7/4/26 ------- Cover art owned and inspired by me. ------- I do not own the Predator franchise or the Yautja species, but I do own my original characters and species and respectfully ask that no one take my ideas or characters. Express your own creative and artistic ideas and stories, don't steal or take ideas from others. Please and thank you.

When her settlement falls to the infected, Vela escapes with nothing but the clothes on her back and the vague memory of nearby settlements located somewhere beyond. No map. No supplies. No guarantee she can make the journey. The world outside is a minefield, crawling with infected and worse things hiding between the ruins. So when one of the creatures finds her alone, she prepares to be torn apart. But instead of killing her, he becomes fixated on her. He's unlike any of the infected roaming the wasteland. That's because he isn't. He's something else. A mutant. Stronger, smarter in some ways, and disturbingly human in others. He doesn't speak. Doesn't behave like a human would. Yet for reasons she doesn't understand, he becomes attached to her. And as dangerous roads, starving survivors, and endless hordes close in around them, she decides to use his unnatural attachment to survive the journey to find another settlement. But the farther they travel together, the harder it becomes to tell where fear ends and trust begins.

* Updates as chapters are completed, quality over speed.* This is story might include smut or lemons whatever you call it lol. It will also have mentions of self harm, intrusive thoughts, as well as thoughts about suicide, drug and alcohol use, harassment and mentions of abuse and an eating disorder. "Come closer and I'll turn you into poetry" None of the characters are mine, nor are any of the pictures unless I've said otherwise.