Tayrangi Stories

'I am going to rip his eyelashes out one by one.' 'You scare the shit out of me.' ? - Ikariya and Lo'ak have known each other for a while now, secretly meeting each other in the depths of the forest to explore. Ikariya had been bugging him to meet his legendary family for ages and Lo'ak wasn't planning on taking her to meet them anytime soon. Especially not with Neteyam becoming more of a mighty warrior by the minute. Besides, older brothers are off limits. Right? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Avatar The Way Of Water fanfiction Neteyam x OC

-- Taking place just before the first Avatar movie -- 001 was born in space. Born to participate in the Junior Avatar Envoy Program. An RDA organised program to send human youths in avatar bodies to grow and learn amongst the Navi. Rotayu is the olo'ekte's son of the eastern ikran tribe, the Tayrangi Clan. A clan of banshee-riding Navi taught to fly since birth. Although enemies at first, something begins to blossom between the two, and as their sides declare war on one another, they must take a stand to protect the world they love, and each other. But blood runs thicker than water, and 001 can't deny her origins or what she was born to do.

"My name is Syroo te Tyrangi Ikeyni'ite adopted neice/daughter figure of Ikeyni the Ole'eykte of the Tyrangi clan or the clan of the Eastern sea, we are people of the sky." Technically this is an oc but you can think of it as an x reader, i wrote this strictly for fun. This takes place after the battle with Quaritch. *i do not own any characters besides Syroo and Ika, the Tyrangi is a real clan in Avatar but not much is known so most is made up on the spot

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.

A girl. Two worlds. But only one reality. "When I arrived here, I didn't remember a single fragment of how I ended up in the Pandorian jungle, surrounded by RDA wreckage. Where were my family, friends, house, old life gone? Why did they disappear? Or was it me that had been flashed here? I was lost. But they found me. I had absolutely no idea of what would happen next." DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THIS FANFICTION APART FROM MY CHARACTERS, BITS OF NA'VI CULTURE AND PLOT. EVERYTHING ELSE IN THIS AMAZING UNIVERSE BELONGS TO JAMES CAMERON. *"Life níNa'vi": Life as a Na'vi

On a usual day, Neteyam goes out hunting, when suddenly, he sees a foreign arrow strike his target. The arrow is not from the Omaticaya clan, so who could it be?