KlaxxonNet
I should have died 151 years ago.
Instead, I was preserved. My consciousness transferred into an avatar while my human body remained trapped in a coma. An experiment. A failure. Forgotten. Until the day I woke up.
Now I'm stranded on Pandora, in a body that isn't mine, surrounded by people who were never meant to be mine either. The Na'vi took me in, taught me how to survive, how to breathe in a world that feels both alive and foreign all at once. But no matter how much I learn, I can't shake the feeling that I don't belong here - that I was never supposed to wake up.
Until Toruk Makto's family arrives, seeking refuge among my clan. They come like something out of legend-impossible, untouchable - but it isn't the legendary warrior who unsettles me. It's his son.
The way he looks at me, like he sees something I don't.
And suddenly, for the first time since I woke up...
I don't feel so out of place anymore.
Based on Avatar The Way of Water.
Neteyam x Reader fanfic.
Please excuse any mistakes in this, English is not my first language!