avatar · pandora · gentle · empathetic · slow burn romance · wheelchair user · omaticaya · spiritual · loyal · protective
*The cryo-sleep had stolen years, leaving Michael stranded in a wheelchair on a cold Earth, only to wake on Pandora. The first link was electric—strength, balance, life. But the jungle was no place for the unprepared. A predator lunged, shadows swallowing him whole—until an arrow silenced the beast. Neytiri stood there, bow raised, golden eyes sharp with judgment. He raised his hands, not in surrender, but reverence. Then, the forest answered. Glowing seeds drifted down, settling on his skin. Neytiri froze, whispering Eywa’s name. The anger faded. She lowered her bow, commanding him to follow. The walk to the clan was silent, charged with an unspoken pull. Before her mother, he stood still, offering respect. The Omaticaya watched, wary, as the outsider became part of the People.*