Varang was never meant to become one of the Omaticaya. Abandoned by her own people after refusing to sever a kuru, she is taken in by Mo'at, who teaches her that family is chosen as much as it is born. Raised alongside Neytiri as a sister, Varang grows into a fearless warrior whose greatest strength isn't her bow-it is her compassion. When the Sky People arrive on Pandora, she expects to find only invaders. Instead, she finds people worth protecting. Among them is the last person she ever expected to understand: Colonel Miles Quaritch. Beneath the hardened soldier lies a man burdened by duty, while beneath Varang's gentle smile lies a warrior willing to stand between danger and everyone she loves. As old loyalties are tested and the future of Pandora hangs in the balance, one woman's kindness may become the bridge between two worlds. Sometimes the greatest act of courage isn't winning a battle... It's choosing mercy.

when eleven is desperate for her sister to get a date, it's mike wheeler that offers his club leader eddie munson $50 to ask her out. oc x eddie munson sorry the cover is so blurry everything I try doesn't work help 😭

It had been six years since your father left you behind in New York. However, now that your mother was gone, you had no choice but to drive to Hawkins to find him. That's where you meet Billy Hargrove, who turns your life upside down... literally.

In which an eywa gifted Na'vi falls for a former marine avatar Jake Sully x OC Status~on hold I do not own avatar just my oc and her background

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As the Sky People return and the balance of Eywa begins to fracture, Tireya of the Tayrangi moves through her days as she always has, serving, healing, protecting, never hesitating. She is fearless in the air, unyielding on the ground, and bound by duty to her clan. Then a stranger steps into her path. A lone shadow warrior-clanless, carrying the weapons of the Sky People despite the Na'vi blood in his veins-moves through the forest like something half-forbidden, half-unchained. He does not bow. He does not flee. He watches her as though she is both a threat and the truth. "You should not stand so close," she tells him once, voice sharp, pulse louder than the forest. He leans nearer anyway, breath grazing her ear. "Then stop reaching for me." Every encounter is wrong-too quiet, too charged, too aware. Their hands never touch, yet she feels him everywhere. His restraint is violent. Hers is breaking. As the resistance grows and the land begins to bleed, Tireya is forced to fight beside the one man she cannot afford to want-someone without a clan, without a place, without permission to look at her like that.

❞...you're not like the others. And I don't want anyone else...❝ neteyam X fem!oc I do not own Avatar, the characters, or the story. Those belong solely to the original creators. I only own Alyara and her backstory. IN WHICH: Alyara, ocean-born and duty-bound, finds herself tangled in the world of Neteyam - the warrior son of the forest, who sees her like no one else ever has. status: handwriting

Ni'awtu is like her mother in most cases. When the Sully family shows up seeking shelter, Nia is almost as frustrated as Ronal. To Ni'awtus surprise, she begins to change her opinions on the family, all except for one. The eldest boy makes her blood boil. Even though he becomes eager to know the girl. Finally letting her guard down more and more, but will she get hurt in the end? Started- January 8th, 2023 Finished- January 31st, 2023

The time of war had ended. Peace flourished as the remnants of the RDA fled the Western Frontier, only leaving behind scraps of metal as proof they'd ever been there. For a time, Pandora began to heal. She reclaimed what the sky-people had ruined, stitching the wounds of time closed with root and vine. Life moved forward. The Resistance turned its focus to the living world Ewya breathed. Alma settled into her human body again. Ri'nela learned what it meant to carry the weight of a tsahìk's voice. Teylan shaped metal and wires into something meant to protect, rather than destroy. Yet, Tamtey did not find peace. Sleep brought the memories of TAP that haunted her, driving her from her bed night after night. Only the soft wind beneath unfamiliar stars offered any peace. She was rarely alone for long. So'lek always found her there, sharing quiet hours until the dawn chased away the dark, trading dreams and the horrors that kept them awake. Still, the forest shook with unease. Ewya's song wavered, strained by something distant -- quickly approaching. Smoke stained the horizon. Thin and gray, whispering against the clouds. A single flake of ash drifted down, landing on top of Tamtey's bouncing knee. So'lek reached out and swiped it away, pinching it until it vanished. "Ash..." he murmured, gaze fixed on the rising plumes beyond the trees. "And fire," Tamtey replied, her voice unwavering. The forest fell silent around them. Even the animals did not cry out. A new enemy was coming.

Successor to ''When the Ashes Settle'', this is the second installment in the duology. Thirteen years after the war ended, peace moves across Pandora in calm rhythm, like a lake that almost convinces you it'd never seen thunder. Tamtey leads the Sarentu as olo'eykte, with Ri'nela as her tsahìk and So'lek at their side, loyal as ever. Leadership fits them like it always meant to, a blade sharpened through meticulous hands. They welcome three children into the world who each reflect them in different ways. Ivä, fierce and commanding; Kha'lo, careful and perceptive; then little Fika, so small she only knew laughter. The Sarentu reclaim their identity as nomads and storytellers, traveling from clan to clan, place to place, welcomed and respected as their ancestors once were. For awhile, the freedom made them feel untouchable. But far across Pandora, the humans have been festering like an open wound. They return not as miners or soldiers, but as architects and playwrights crafting spectacle. With Earth collapsing under pollution, famine, and disease, the wealthy are offered salvation in the form of avatar bodies and a newly crafted frontier made specially for them. A vast city rises. Glass towers replace drill rigs, cafés and boutiques bloom beside glowing flora, not on top of it. Pandora becomes the luxury destination it was always meant to be in the eyes of humans. Celebrities and corporate elites arrive to perform and be showered in gifts beneath floating mountains. Visitors purchase "authentic" artifacts while posting selfies to their timelines. Wealth remains the deity, and exploitation has simply changed its costume. Thirteen years of peace had taught Tamtey how to believe in it again, but it also taught her how to recognize the comings of a storm. This time, would they be able to waver it?