"𝑜𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖 𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑒 𝑥𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎" 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔. "𝑜𝑒𝑙 𝑛𝑔𝑎𝑡𝑖 𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑦𝑎𝑚" 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠. 𝑿𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒐'𝒆𝒚𝒌𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒘𝒂'𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒖 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒆𝒕𝒌𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒏. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒏𝒂'𝒗𝒊 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆? - 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙭𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨!!

Neteyam x OC "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness, I would die for my family, I would kill for my family, I have killed for my family." Nani'ite, daughter of the Metkayina Clan's leaders, spent her whole life trying to be the perfect daughter. Nothing could stray her away from her duties to protect her clan, that is until a newcomer changes everything. ♡‧₊˚Somewhere Only we Know ~ Keane˚₊‧♡

꧁ ⟡ STORY DESCRIPTION ⟡ ꧂ When the forest becomes a battlefield, the ocean becomes a refuge - but refuge does not mean mercy. Lor'eya, daughter of Jake Sully and Neytiri, is forced to leave the only home she has ever known when the sky people return with fire and blood. The Sullys flee to the distant reefs of the Metkayina clan, where the water is endless, the rules are unforgiving, and the forest girl does not belong. There, Lor'eya meets Ao'nung - proud, sharp-tongued, and everything she despises. He is tasked with teaching her how to survive the sea, and from their very first encounter, sparks fly - not of attraction, but of rivalry, resentment, and unspoken tension. Every lesson becomes a battle. Every argument drags them closer to a line neither of them is willing to cross. She fights the water. He fights wanting her. As danger closes in and loyalties are tested, hatred blurs into something darker, deeper, and far more dangerous than love. In a place where breath is borrowed and the tide remembers everything, two enemies must decide whether they will drown in denial - or fall together beneath the same sea. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn. Angst. Avatar: The Way of Water inspired. ꧁ ⟡ Some ties are not chosen - they are pulled by the tide. ⟡ ꧂ Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or its characters. This is a fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. I do own the female protagonist, Lor'eya.

Between fire and forest, nothing should burn yet something does. Zahira was born in the Fire Clan, heir to a world where loyalty is paid in blood and freedom is dangerous. Neteyam comes from another people, another destiny. When their paths cross, Zahira discovers what she was never allowed to imagine : choice, doubt, freedom. But loving the enemy, dreaming of another world, is to betray everything she has ever known. Between traditions, wars, and secrets, their forbidden bond could change the balance of Pandora or reduce it to ashes. When duty clashes with the desire for freedom, some flames cannot be put out.

In Dagestan, we don't ask who you are. We ask if you can wrestle. Follow the legendary journey of Islam Makhachev as he smashes opponents, confuses interviewers, and teaches the world the true art of werserling. If you want your son good, send him 2-3 years to Dagestan and forget. Brother, this is number one bullsh*t!

「 ✦ BORN TO DIE .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙉 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙄𝙀 is the beginning of everything. When six-year-old Alina Khamidova is brought from inner Russia to her father's mountain village in Dagestan, she arrives like an outsider, too Russian, too curious, too loud for a place that watches girls closely. Grief follows her into the valley, and tradition closes in around her mother like a second skin. But Alina finds an unexpected kind of belonging in a small pack of boys who don't ask her to be quieter, especially one boy with steady hands and an even steadier gaze. As the years pass, childhood games turn into private rituals, walks to school, shared secrets, stolen laughter, and the first dangerous thrill of being seen. When Alina grows into herself, the village grows sharper too, reputations fray, friendships crack, and love becomes something you hide behind doors and in the dark, because everyone has an opinion and every choice has a consequence. By the time Alina is eighteen, the mountains that raised her begin to feel like a cage, and the boy she loves starts to feel like both home and heartbreak. ────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── khabib nurmagomedov x oc alternate universe ongoing

「 ✦ ULTRAVIOLENCE .ᐟ.ᐟ When Alina Khamidova-Paris-honed, mountain-born-flies home to Dagestan for a family wedding, the villages cold winter meets the life she had built in meeting rooms and airports. One unexpected dance with her first love-now the world's quietest storm-reopens a door she swore shut. Family vows, small-town gossip, and a polished suitor with a darker hunger press in, while a secret she refuses to name turns every choice she makes into a dare. ────⋆⋅☆⋅⋆── khabib nurmagomedov x OC alternate universe completed ⤷ sequel out

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"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.