hi !!! i’m not sure if you have emoji anons, but if you do, could i claim 💐 ?
and i was wondering if i could request a fem!navi!reader x lo’ak ? i was thinking of reader being really skilled in weaving and like makes a lot of clothing or jewelry for the clan, but she’s known to be quiet and reserved (even though she’s the sweetest ever). lo’ak and reader meet one time (maybe reader was making something for tuk and lo’ak had to pick it up ? idk whatever u want!), and he’s normally super outgoing and when reader sees him from afar growing up she’s kind of intimidated, but when they meet, he’s super considerate and becomes soft spoken and rly gentle and reader is all flustered by how sweet he’s being. and they become friends and then quickly their feelings grow and they start dating/courting BUUUT they keep it secret bc reader doesn’t want all that attention right now (the longer they’re together the more prepared she gets for everyone knowing) and bc lo’ak wants to have her all to himself ! so lo’ak like disappears into the forest each day and his whole fam is like ??? but it’s just that lo’ak is going off to spend time with his best girl🫶and maybe down the road the other sully kids follow lo’ak one day to see what he’s doing and they see him being all soft with this girl that everyone knows is super quiet and gentle and they’re flabbergasted; they decide to keep it between them and one day lo’ak and reader are way closer to the village than they think they are and people see them and reader starts blushing and hides behind lo’ak and he just melts for his girl :) and then they start being a bit more open about their relationship, but still keep the majority of their relationship private and yeah they basically live happily ever after !
omg this is so long i got carried away😭if you can’t do this, literally no worries at all !!!!! i hope you have a great day <33
Warnings // None (SFW friendly)
Note for the requester // I hope you like this story! Thank you so much for the request!
The smell of flowers always clung to your skin as well as your little crafting space. Various sized looms sat nearby, used for making large blankets and clothing as well as intricately designed jewelry. Currently, you were fiddling with the strings of one of the larger looms, trying to lace it tightly so that you could weave without problems.
Being the best of the best when it came to weaving, it definitely had its perks. For example, Jake and Neytiri would often use your creations in trades with the other clans as they were the most impressive items to be offered. And almost always, they secured the trade that would allow your clan to be provided the tools they needed to keep going strong and proud.
It also has its downfalls, though.
The next peace offering was coming up soon and, due to the lack of motivation on your part, you still had yet to even set out the dyes used to create your masterpieces. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried.
You’d been desperate for the idea of what to create, hashing out plans on thin pieces of nature-made paper provided by Jake’s sky people friends, only for the ideas to end up crumpled in pathetic little balls and thrown to the side of your alcove.
Your problem was simple; you simply had no idea what to create.
A soft clearing of the throat caught your attention and you glance up from your focused threading to see the looming figure of the Olo’eyktan’s son, awkwardly standing right outside of the alcove’s entrance, looking around slowly as if he wasn’t sure he was even in the right place.
Your tongue pokes out, wetting your lips, and you stand quickly from your place, loom in your lap forgotten now that you were faced with a visitor.
“L-lo’ak! You must be here for the trade item. I’m sorry! I actually do not have it with me yet. Could you possibly tell the olo’eyktan that I need a bit longer to finish the product?”
You’re frantic, brushing off your thighs, trying to make yourself more presentable to the male. Being an introvert, you’ve often found yourself in situations where you sat in your little space, working on a bracelet for someone or a tewng for another. No matter what you were working on, though, you had plenty of time to look outside at the world blanketed in light, watching the male in front of you mingle with the others.
He was extremely extroverted and, no matter how you tried, you couldn’t help but be a little intimidated by his presence any time you two were in proximity of each other.
Lo’ak’s eyebrows scrunched up in confusion for a second before he waved it off, shaking his head slowly.
“Actually, no. I have come to ask you if you would mind creating a bracelet for me. I wish to gift it to Tuk for her upcoming day of birth,” he murmured, blazing golden amber eyes sliding down your thin, curvy figure before popping back up to your face.
You swallow, licking your lips awkwardly as a red blush began to dust your cheeks.
“Yeah. I-I can do that,” you stammer, inwardly cursing yourself for your inverted nature once more. He smiled, nodding his head slowly.
“I’d like that more than anything.”
Your eyes widen, disbelief slipping through your small, framed face, and he hesitates once more, puzzled by your sudden display of shock.
“Well yeah. You are the best weaver in the clan. Aren’t you? Or do I have the wrong person? Mom said to see you about the bracelet.”
“No! I mean, yes, I have been told I’m the best, even if I’m not sure how I am better than the other, more experienced weavers.”
You’re cursing yourself again, fingers pushing thick, heavy hair out of your face in an attempt to cool down the burning heat in your cheeks and ears. He grinned a smile so bright and gentle that you could’ve sworn your heart stopped for just a second.
He turns to leave before turning back, finger in the air as if to remind himself of something he should’ve said before turning away.
“By the way, would it be cool if I came by once in a while to check on the progress?”
You really wanted to say no. In fact, in order to focus, you should’ve said no. But you didn’t. Instead, you nod silently and he thanks you before rushing out, heading back to the common area to chat with the people that usually mingled there after their work had been finished for the day.
You move to your previously discarded loom, picking it up from the ground, using your fingers to gently dust it off. All the while, your gaze traveled back to outside, watching the wide span of Lo’ak’s back as he moved around, wondering how you were going to manage being so close to him while working.
Would you really mind it, though?
Turns out, you didn’t actually mind it at all. At first, Lo’ak’s visits were brief and occasional, all business and professionalism. Then, day by day, bit by bit, he stayed a little longer each time, talking in quiet tones as if telling world-ruining secrets to a best friend.
Eventually, he was spending all hours of the day with you, laughing and swapping your favorite memories from your childhoods. All the while, you somehow managed to retain enough attention to work on the small, intricately designed beading of the bracelet that would one day go to Tuk.
You grew close. And with each passing visit, he helped to bring you a bit further out of your shell, allowing yourself to warm up to him.
Slowly, you found that the kindling of warmth was inspiring you. Every night you say, bent over your loom, working on a surprise that you’d eventually give to Lo’ak once it was complete.
Your fingers were stained with purples, blues, and pinks, colors that represent friendship, when morning would arrive. And yet, Lo’ak would come around and never questioned the discoloration.
Eventually, you finished the bracelet for Lo’ak and he gave to his little sister. She loved it, of course. You’d put a lot of effort into it, along with Lo’ak’s input.
Yet, he continued to stick close to you and your work.
And then one day, he did the unspeakable. Offering you a beautiful little flower with shades of bright pinks and blues, he asked you if you’d mind him courting you. You didn’t answer at first, anxiety setting in.
What if people found out?
What if they changed his mind?
What if he was someone else when he was around people?
What if… he decided he didn’t like you after all?
You agreed but with one condition; you wanted it to be private for now. Just to test the waters.
Things were sweet, private and precious. Constantly, you found yourself sneaking into the forest where you’d meet up with Lo’ak.
Secret little kisses, hand holding, and dates that would last all night, you loved this life. You knew eventually, someone would catch you. It was bound to happen. Nevertheless, you continued to enjoy this secret life that you held deep in the walls of your very soul.
“What would you do if you had a different life?”
He’s holding your hand, thumb stroking over your knuckles as you snuggled close to him in the soft grass, curled up close against his side. It’s almost eclipse, about the time that you both split ways and entered the village separately, and yet… tonight felt different. Less rushed. Less panicked.
You hum softly, ear against his chest, listening to the soft thump thump of his heart as you lay there.
It was peaceful. Too peaceful. Things like this never lasted long and never ended well. You’d make it last as long as you could, though.
“Why the odd question?” you asked, voice soft and gentle, and he grinned down at you, a soft smirk under the gentle glow of the beginning eclipse.
“Is there something wrong with getting to know my soon-to-be mate?”
A blush spreads across your face at his words and your immediate instinctive reaction is to bury your face into his skin to hide the scarlet blush. His chest rumbled under your face as he chuckled.
His fingers slide under your jaw, hooking around your chin to draw your face back out from its current hiding space.
“C’mon now, Y/n. Don’t hide. I think you look so pretty when you blush like that. Almost makes me want to…”
He trails off, licking his lips suggestively, and you blush even harder, your face and the tips of your ears hot with a flushed heat.
“Alright,” you mumble, resting your cheek against his chest again. “If I had a different life, I would become a weaver again.”
You’ve caught his attention and curiosity, something that you always seemed to do. After all, you were the most intriguing person he’d ever met.
You think hard on his question. Why would you want to live the same life over again? If you could do anything in a new life, why would you want to be a weaver again?
It’s easy, though. An easy answer to an easier question.
“Because I’d get to meet you and fall in love with you all over again.”
He wasn’t expecting your answer, but he was still pleased by it. He pulled you closer, holding you safe and warm in his arms, and you pray that this never changes.
You would’ve thought it was all the sneaking out that you two had been doing. You could’ve sworn up and down that eventually, someone would put two and two together. Of course, the Great Mother had other plans for you two.
You hadn’t been thinking about where you were. You were too focused on his hands on your hips, your fingers embedded in his braided locks, lips pressed tightly together.
You could melt at the slightest touch he gave you, but the passionate kissing was on a whole different level. His lips were soft, like the clouds in the sky, and gentle, despite the aggressive heat that hid behind his kiss.
Hands slid up your ribs, brushing gently against your shoulders.
Your body was pressed tightly against his as you kept him close to you.
Footsteps neared and you both broke apart, looking up to see a woman paused nearby, staring directly at the two of you. That’s when you realized how close you were to the village’s gathering place, where the people would sit and socialize, where the children would play and learn from the adults.
Where it was usually the most busiest place in the village.
You light up like the red leaves of a mulpxar plant, tucking yourself behind Lo’ak, as if that could possibly protect you from what you imagine would be millions of rumors and stares now that you’ve been caught.
He just watching you hide behind him like a scared animal, a soft smile on his face. His hand twists back to entwine with yours, gently tugging you out of your hiding space. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close to him, and he tucks a small strand of your hair behind your ear, all the while watching you with a gentle gaze.
“We knew it would happen eventually,” he murmurs softly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your head. “But it’s alright. Everything is perfect.”
You couldn’t defy your introverted nature, but he could be the extrovert of the relationship, answering questions and denying or confirming rumors. He could take care of the stares and the whispers. He would take care of you.
Holding your hand, he guides you back to your alcove, blocking people from questioning either of you at the moment. He could see the way you grew nervous whenever someone would approach and he’d squeeze your hand gently, encouraging you in ways that he’d never understand.
When you got to your alcove, you pull him, pulling him to the darkness of the very back, and your hands cup his face gently.
“I forgot to tell you. I made something for you,” you whisper, releasing yourself from his grasp. He watches with wide, curious eyes as you pull out a folded blanket, the bright colors contrasting and delicate.
“I started making this the day you asked to court me,” you explain, handing it to him. “It is for you. I know it’s not the most beautiful thing you’ve probably ever seen. But I put my heart into it for you.”
He unfolded it carefully, scrutinizingly looking it up and down, before grinning at you. You pause, realizing you’d been chewing on your lip in anticipation of his response, and you give him a small, meek smile back.
“I love it. It is beautiful. Thank you… yawne. Thank you. Our very own love blanket.”
The blush is there again, red as ever, but you don’t feel so shy or worried about his response. And as you watch him snuggle the blanket close, inhaling your scent that clung to the threading, you realize that it truly is a love blanket.
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