She was raised on warnings. Taught that the Na'vi were monsters. Raised to believe Pandora needed to be conquered. Brooklyn Quaritch has only ever known the world as it was told to her- through soldiers' mouths, propaganda screens, and her father's hatred. To her, the Na'vi were the enemy long before she ever set foot on their land. But the forest doesn't lie. When fate pulls her into the path of Neteyam, everything she was taught begins to crack. The stories don't match the people. The monsters have hearts. And the boy she's falling for is everything she was warned against. Caught between blood and belief, loyalty and love, Brooklyn must decide who she really is- and what side of Pandora she's willing to fight for. Because sometimes, the truth isn't taught. It's felt. Neteyam Sully x FEMoc Book 1 of 2 ATWOW

Avatar : Fire and Ash! When Pri'ya Sully and her family are caught in the mangkwan raiders' ambush, she never expected to come face-to-face with the most despicable individual to ever grace the soil of Pandora. Or Toruk Makto's eldest daughter and Varang's younger brother stood on opposing sides of the war, and yet, their lives proved far more tangled than either of them could have foreseen. • mangkwan!male!oc x sully!female!oc •set during the events of Avatar : fire and Ash •All credits go to James Cameron, save for my oc and plotline. •do NOT plagiarise my work, please and thank you. #1 Avatar the way of water 2026 / 02 / 05 #1 Pandora 2026 / 02 / 05 #1 Avatar 2026 / 02 / 17

"𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞." "𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞." "𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲." ⋆｡°✩ Saval is a female warrior of the Mangkwan Clan-Varang's most loyal blade. Ruthless in execution, quick in judgment, and trusted to survive alone where others would burn. But most importantly she is sent to spy. Instead, she is captured by the Metkayina clan. Neteyam, son of Toruk Makto, is ordered to guard her-to watch her, to decide if she is worth keeping alive. He wants her gone. She is everything he despises: ruthless, cold-blooded, and-by his belief-a disgrace to Eywa. This is a slowburn enemies to lovers story ⋆｡°✩

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦, 𝘐𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘪? 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯? He reaches out and runs his rough palm over her skin. His fingers come back damp with ash-grey powder. He remembers the light line of her smile as she swooped around him. That smile had cost him everything. He doesn't catch it. She'd saved his life. He was sure of that, but why would an ash na'vi help him? And why does he help her? 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦, he mutters, wiping her blood off onto the rock beneath them. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. ❥ Aonung was supposed to be strong. He was supposed to protect his people, as a good Olo'eyktan would, but following the battle with the RDA and the mangkwan, the Metkayina are grieving and his duty is greater than ever. Now he must overcome his own loss to save not only his family, but his clan. ❥ Ikari doesn't know how to live without her people. Injured and stranded in the reef without any word from the Mangkwan, she needs to adapt to a new life as learns to heal. With the son of the grieving chief seeming to be just as lonely as her, she might just find this harsh change manageable. She knows a thing or two about duty.