𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙋𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙕𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙞𝙠𝙖 - 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 - 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙊𝙡𝙤'𝙚𝙮𝙠𝙩𝙖𝙣, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙤'𝙡𝙚𝙠 𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙. 𝘽𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙧, 𝙙𝙪𝙩𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚. Cover art by yararts on Tumblr. I only own my OC, OC clan, and their storyline.

Ezä'äm is 8 years old when she's given up to TAP as a trade for her clans safety. TAP, or The Ambassador Program, raises her for 16 years alongside other children for the purpose of making peace between the Na'vi and RDA. But she knows it's all a facade for something... After many years and many losses, Ezä'äm eventually takes her one chance to escape, after a tragic ending to her first and last attempt. She meets the person who unintentionally helped her, a violent but strangely charming man. So'lek is a warrior capable of mass destruction at the shot of a bullet. His past has left him with nothing and no one but his weapons and his rage. He inadvertently helps Ezä'äm escape her metal prison and instantly falls for her, becoming devoted to her. Will she feel the same and mate with him? Or will someone or something take them away from each other before they can?

In the glowing forests of Pandora, where every creature and tree is bound together through the spirit of Eywa, a young Na'vi healer named Vireya listens to the quiet voice of the land. Gifted with a rare spiritual connection, she can feel the balance of the forest-and when that balance begins to break. When a fierce warrior named Solek is brought to her grove, wounded after a battle with the Sky People, Vireya senses something deeper than war. The forest itself is in pain. Plants are dying, animals are fleeing, and a dark threat grows unseen beneath the roots of the sacred trees. Reluctantly, the healer and the warrior journey into the heart of the jungle to uncover the truth. What they discover could destroy Pandora's living network and silence Eywa forever. As danger spreads and war approaches, Vireya must embrace the full strength of her gift, while Solek must learn that protecting the forest requires more than blades and battle. Together, they stand between the Sky People and the sacred world they seek to claim. In a fight where the fate of Pandora hangs in the balance, the healer and the warrior must decide how much they are willing to sacrifice-for their people, their home, and the bond growing between them.

"Words, Ka'riya," he said quietly. "I need words." My throat worked before sound followed. Heat crept up my neck, settling in my cheeks, and I looked away despite myself. "Yes," I said. "I am sure."

Saved from the flames that wiped out her clan, Ny'vaya finds fragile belonging among the Sarentu-and a quiet, dangerous closeness with the warrior who carried her from the fire. Between grief and war, a promised woman finds her heart drawn to the Tro'ong warrior So'lek in ways she cannot deny. A second chance, perhaps, placed gently in her path by the Great Mother -a hope for belonging, for love. But some promises do not fade, and not all bonds survive war. Can theirs?

Born and raised for eight years at the Sarentu Clan, Neyara, her older sister, Aha'ri, and other Na'vi children were kidnapped by RDA forces, led by John Mercer and Angela Harding after their clan was attacked. They were forced to participate in the Ambassador Program, raising as if they were human, and groomed to turn against their own species. But after John Mercer shot and killed her sister in front of her and their friends, Neyara was no longer the gentle and quiet Na'vi, she grew to hate and swore deep down that she will get revenge for her family and Clan, even if it kills her.

For a long moment, he didn't respond. The glow of the valley reflected in his eyes, giving them a molten intensity I couldn't read. Then he leaned slightly closer, just enough that his breath brushed my cheek. "You... are testing me," he said, voice low, a growl threading his words. "And I... I cannot let you go. Not now." The words, the proximity, the weight of him against the glow of the valley... it made my heart hammer and my chest ache all at once. I could feel the restraint still there, barely holding back, but the tension was palpable. "Good," I whispered, voice husky, trying to keep my own control. "Because I'm not going to make it easy for you either."

A stolen voice. A guarded warrior. A world to reclaim. When Seya'ri awakens from cryosleep, she remembers nothing but her name - and the echo of a sister lost to fire. Raised in captivity by the RDA and preserved by the one human who dared to love her like a daughter, Seya'ri escapes into a world she was stolen from - a body she doesn't recognize, a forest that does. Guided through the chaos by a silent warrior named So'lek - the last of a forgotten clan - she begins to reclaim her place among the People. But Eywa does not restore without cost.

Before the sky burned, she wanted to do everything. Trixa' te Setu Imàni'ite was never content with one path. From a young age, she watched, listened, learned - always faster than expected, always reaching for more. She wanted to understand the forest, the sky, the body, the blade. She wanted to be worthy. Worthy of her clan. Worthy of Eywa. Worthy of her father - the Olo'eyktan. She was fourteen when the Sarentu were wiped out. She survived only because she was not there. This story follows Trixa' before, during, and after the fall of her clan - her flight through grief and survival, her meeting with Tamtey, another Sarentu survivor shaped by a very different fate, and her path crossing with So'lek, a warrior marked by loss as deep as her own. This is a story based on Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora - but told through an altered timeline and original perspective. In this version, the Sarentu children taken by the RDA were raised under human control until the age of fourteen, then placed into cryogenic stasis for two years. When the story begins, Trixa' is thirty years old - carrying the past of a child, the skills of a warrior, and the weight of a future she never planned to survive. This is not a story about destiny. It is a story about survival. About chosen bonds. About becoming something new after everything you were is burned away.

Kì'lana believed she was amongst the last of her clan. With a mark on her face, damning her to remember what she was supposed to be "grateful" to have survived. She kept it carefully covered with paint, ensuring no one she came across would know. There would be too many questions, too many words of sorrow. Too much guilt on her shoulders. But she had only been a child. Who could be grateful to survive something they didn't know was happening? And who could go months without realising that the dreamwalker they worked with...was the one partly responsible for so much loss in her heart? And why did it take the patience of a Trr'ong warrior to make her feel seen again? ~ so'lek x fem!Oc (might change the description later, not sure if i like it yet) all images are from pinterest x