୨ৎ "Being with you, like this.." Tamtey begins. "Is something I never even dared to dream of." She admits. So'lek lifts his head in surprise, his eyes meeting hers. "But now," She smiles down at him, lifting her hand to caress his face. "I don't need to dream." ୨ৎ So'lek and Tamtey are forced to spend almost all of their time together when the Mangkwan begin to take over the Western Frontier. Longing glances and sincere words bring the two closer than they ever thought possible. ୨ৎ This fanfic follows the events of Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora - From the Ashes as well as some elements from the Avatar movies! ୨ৎ So'lek x Tamtey Slow Burn Romance

This story takes place after the events of From the Ashes, the final downloadable content for Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora. The RDA's presence has been pushed back, the smoke of war has thinned, and the Western Frontier stands in an uneasy quiet-scarred, but still breathing. Victory has not come without cost. So'lek, hardened by loss and years of resistance, remains a warrior shaped by survival and restraint. The battles may be over, but their echoes linger in his body and spirit alike. He carries those remnants silently, as he always has. Sa'kiri is Na'vi of the Frontier-capable, observant, and deeply rooted in the rhythms of Pandora. Though trained as a healer and provider, she is no stranger to conflict or sacrifice. Like many, she is learning what it means to live after the fight, to tend not only to wounds of flesh, but to those left unseen. This story is told primarily through Sa'kiri's perspective, allowing her inner thoughts, doubts, and quiet emotions to shape the narrative. At times, the perspective will shift to other characters-most notably So'lek-offering brief glimpses into what remains unspoken between them. At its heart, this is a slow-burn So'lek × Sa'kiri story. It explores trust earned in silence, the tension between duty and desire, and the fragile moments where two guarded souls find themselves standing too close to one another in the aftermath of war. Healing, in all its forms, takes time.

.·⍣✩ Fanfiction 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 : ~*.·✩ Biologiste sur Pandora, 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 réalise ce qui serait le rêve de tout scientifique digne de ce nom. Explorer la faune et la flore d'une planète inconnue, foisonnante de vie, dans l'espoir de trouver une solution pour sauver au plus vite la 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 mourante. Seulement son destin bascule lorsqu'une mission d'une ampleur inédite lui est confiée. Une mission qu'elle n'a ni choisie ni désirée, mais qu'elle n'a pas le droit d'abandonner. Car cette fois, l'échec ne signerait pas seulement sa perte, il condamnerait deux mondes. Alors qu'elle lutte contre ses démons les plus anciens et tente de se faire une place sur une planète qui n'est pas la sienne, Hannah croise le chemin du premier fils de Toruk Makto. Héritier d'un avenir déjà tracé, porté par les attentes de tout un peuple, il fera naître en elle, avec l'aide de sa tribu, un sentiment nouveau, inattendu, fragile, mais profondément porteur d'espoir. Peu à peu, la jeune humaine reprend foi, apprend à aimer et à espérer de nouveau. Mais peut-on aimer lorsque l'univers entier s'oppose à cette union, perçue comme une menace par les deux camps ? 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡 parviendra-t-elle à mener à bien une mission bien plus grande qu'elle ? La Terre peut-elle encore être sauvée et si oui, à quel prix ? #1 Avatar #1 Neteyam #7 romandamour #1 romance --------------♡--------------- ⚠️ Les personnages (Hormis Hannah) et l'univers (Pandora, Les Avatars...) ne m'appartiennent pas. L'idée de mon histoire est tirée de l'œuvre originale de James Cameron : 𝘼𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧 et 𝘼𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙧 : 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙒𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. ~ Le scénario et l'histoire écrite ici restent cependant mienne. NE PAS COPIER ! Crédit couverture : @Sherbette_P2

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.