I know I don’t have a large following. I know this post will get lost in the sea of other posts. I know I don’t come on here often, and when I do I try to keep my page free from death and other serious topics. Yet, I think this is imperative to say, especially since I myself am of indigenous descent. I ask all of you to join me in solidarity.
Cole Brings Plenty, actor, model, and most importantly activist was found dead. He was assaulted in a club in Lawrence, Kansas. He was killed and his braids; a symbol of his heritage, of his Lakota decent, and a sacred symbol across many an indigenous nation, were forcibly cut.
I beg of thee and I plead with thee, spread the word. Do your part, however big or little, to bring light to this situation. Whether it be by reblogging this post or others alike, or by going out and making a stand. Do it.
Shed light on the situation. This goes beyond the death of one man. It is about the abuse and the destruction of natives and their communities. Of the killing of many an innocent soul. Of the brutalization of many First Nations.
We have seen time and time again, many indigenous people die by similar means. We need to bring light on the deaths of any and all indigenous individuals dead, missing or at risk. It is an epidemic, an assault, and a silent cleansing of many a nation.
Whether it be the estimated 6,000 dead at the hands of Canadian residential schools, the murdered and missing indigenous women and children, or the killing of an actor and activist, you cannot deny the sheer abhorrence of this problem. The problem of many Native American people dying, going missing and being abused, at an alarming rate. At a level unprecedented and unparalleled, at a level of which should not be kept silent.
Cole Brings Plenty, actor, model, activist.
Look at him and spread awareness for him and for many others befallen by the same fate.
Remember him. Remember all of the others. Let nobody else befall the same fate again.
being one of the olo'eyktan's offspring, y/n had to teach the sully children the ways of the metkayina.
as time passed teaching the kids, so did neteyam's infatuation increase. with whom? y/n.
neteyam hid his crush for her well; only kiri was able to figure it out. she often told him that the way his body seemed to relax around y/n gave him away. the girl often found herself at night listening to neteyam ramble about the girl, and how he could not possibly confess to her. he heavily doubted the fact that y/n would like him, or even see him as a friend. he wanted to change that, so that is what led him to begin talking to the metkayina girl.
for y/n, she always had her eyes on him. this meant looking after him when she was teaching him, and always worrying about him first out of anyone. her twin, ao'nung, could see that; it irked him. nonetheless, he tried not to pay too much attention to it.
neteyam and y/n began to become closer friends, almost best friends. between the two of them, neteyam would follow y/n while she lead the way. she would talk, while he would listen.
neteyam would bask in her beauty (both inner and outer beauty), the way words flowed from her lips enamoured him. how she would make him feel drove him insane. her personality truly fascinated him, how could one be so interesting? y/n’s touch made him both melt and set his heart on fire.
as a couple of months passed, y/n too started to deeply like him. she realised she spoke to no one about this, so y/n told her younger sister about it. unfortunately, tsireya did not give much advice, but it felt nice getting it off her chest.
since then, she had been nagging for y/n to confess to him.
"you must! i see the way he looks at you when you hang out; he loves you, y/n." tsireya exclaimed, grabbing her older sister's arms.
"i'm not so sure, 'reya. what if- what if he had someone he loved at home?" y/n replied, her thoughts getting the better of herself.
"sorry, but you're such a skxawng sometimes. for the love of eywa, tell him how you feel! you love him, and there's a chance he might love you."
"listening to this is making me tired. either you don't do anything, or i will drag you there." ao’nung, your twin, chimed in. he earned a light smack on the shoulder from y/n.
tired of her siblings bothering her, y/n went to search for the omaticayan boy. although it was only around 15 minutes, it felt like hours. her stomach churned at the thought of him rejecting her, but seeing neteyam up ahead made all her worries dissipate.
he, seeming troubled, was talking to kiri.
being nosy, y/n quietly swam towards the rock and listened to their conversation.
"i- i am so in love with her, but i don't think she’ll reciprocate my feelings. i always feel so much better around y/n, like a weight was lifted off my shoulders suddenly. kiri, how do i tell her?" he asked, while kiri seemed to be in deep thought.
her eyes looked around, sensing a third person among them.
looking down, she saw the metkayina, and silently smiled.
"speaking of the devil... this is your chance. take it" kiri said, whispering toward the end. she then left, riding her ilu.
"(y/n)? is that you?" neteyam's gentle voice asked, as y/n climbed upon the rock.
"yes, it's me. i have to tell you something, neteyam." she replied, looking into the boy's golden, mesmerising eyes.
"i do too. can i go first, please?" he pleaded, taking her hands in his.
"of course." she smiled, already knowing where this is going.
"y/n, when i first saw you, i thought you were the most beautiful woman on pandora. everything about you piqued my interest, and i wanted to become closer with you. i haven't regretted that decision since. everyday, i learn something new about you that makes you even more endearing. i love the way you talk, the way you are kind towards everyone, how you make my heart want to jump out of my chest, and so much more. i love everything about you, y/n.” neteyam stated. much more softer than before, he voiced the words, “oel ngati kameie."
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LO'AK (HUMAN! READER)
y/n was norm’s younger sister, and a scientist, which meant that she would see the sully family often.
whenever she would see them, the sullys were always fun, drawing her closer to them, especially the children. y/n mostly spent her time with kiri, both sharing a passion in the nature of pandora.
little did she know, a sully would always watch her from afar. it was clear, anyone could see it, that lo’ak liked y/n. he found her presence constantly calming. he would always bring gifts, whether they were plants for her to experiment on, or bracelets and necklaces made by himself. this was his attempt to tell y/n how he felt.
y/n was hopeful when she saw the gifts. hopeful for the chance of lo’ak liking her. however, she pushed those feelings deep, and told herself he just wanted to make her feel at home.
one day, she was speaking with spider, joking about her older brother, norm. the sixteen year old in front of her made one joke in particular that made y/n laugh hard.
lo’ak, seeing her laugh, felt a pang in his heart. why couldn’t he make her laugh like that? why couldn’t she see what he himself was doing for her? jealousy bubbled in his body, irritation taking over.
without thinking, he went over and dragged y/n away.
“lo’ak? is something the matter?” the human girl asked, slightly disturbed by the aura surrounding them both.
the sully stopped in his tracks. what was he thinking, dragging y/n away like that?
“ngaytxoa, y/n… i don’t know what i was doing. are you hurt?” he apologised, loosening his grip on her wrist, which was tiny compared to his hand.
y/n’s eyes softened, “i’m fine, lo’ak. did you want to tell me something?”
he thought for a moment, and spoke, “i like you, y/n. more than just a friend- for a while now.”
it left her a little speechless. y/n always felt her heart flutter around him. the way his touch lingered on her would drive herself mad, wanting for more. his humour would never fail to make the girl giggle. his hotheadedness always worried her, but that’s what made her like him in the end.
lo’ak began to turn anxious due to how quiet she was. he noticed the corners of y/n’s lips curve upwards, turning into an affectionate and pearly smile.
“i like you too, lo’ak.”
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SPIDER (OMATIKAYAN! READER)
y/n, neteyam, lo'ak and spider were running through the forest. adrenaline was pumping through each of their veins, looking back to see the thanator still chasing them.
"i've got a plan, guys. on the count of three, neteyam and i will go to the left, y/n and spider to the right. okay?!" lo'ak shouted, earning grunts of approval from the rest of everyone.
"alright, one, two, three, go!" he called out, others all doing as he told.
as y/n and spider ran, the thanator seemed to have gone in the other direction. both kids continued running, terrified of the idea that the thanator was still nearby.
spider looked back, relief washing over him, "phew, palulukan's not there anymo-"
the boy tripped over a vine, leading to the edge of a cliff. he began to scream, before he felt a hand grabbing his. looking up, he could see the omaticayan girl, the one na'vi he liked the most.
"spider! just hang on, okay? i'll get you up, somehow..." she exclaimed, trying to pull him up with fail.
he could see her struggling, his legs hanging in the air. spider began to lose faith, before groaning in frustration.
around ten minutes had passed of y/n, again, attempting to pull him back. she was becoming more and more desperate, spider more dejected. her arms were beginning to ache, but the girl persevered.
"look, y/n, if i don't make it-" he began.
"don't say that! i won't ever let go, ok?!" the na'vi interrupted, not wanting to think of her close friend in such a state.
"it's important! i just want to tell you, if i fall off this cliff, that- that i like you. i've liked you since we were kids. you were always the nicest to me, and you always argued with your mother about me, since she doesn't like me that much-"
"how do you know that?" she snapped, her cheeks becoming flushed.
"it doesn't really matter- but i've always loved you." spider finally finished, nervous to meet y/n's eyes.
"if it weren't for this stupid mask of yours, and that you're holding on for dear life, i would've kissed you by now." spider's crush laughed, still maintaining her grip on spider's arm.
spider's face, at this point, was tomato red with a radiant grin.
the deets — lo'ak is the black sheep in the family, clinging to honor by a precarious thread. you are the well-loved songstress in the tribe. he should resent you for being everything he's not, but his fickle heart can't bring him to do so.
the who — lo'ak x fem omatikaya!reader
the word count — 10.2k (rip yall)
the tags — (one-sided) rivals-to-lovers, angsty angsty, hurt / comfort, reader gives lo'ak a big ol smooch (perhaps more than one), lo’ak is the biggest dumbass and because of this he’s mean asf, reader has a big ol heart and just really wants lo’ak to like her, aged!up characters for maturity’s sake.
the warnings — language, lo'ak is in luv but doesn't realize it, he's in denial that the feelings could be reciprocated, this is super dramatic so put your seat belts on!
the notes — was feeling extra sad and wanted to write something self-indulgent. this lovely anon requested something, and i used their ask as inspiration to finish this beast. fine line, bags, and love in dark are the three main songs i listened to finish this, so if you wanna be in your feels, have a listen LMAO. despite all the support, i’m still so mf nervous posting this ejsjsjdjs
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SOMETHING UGLY KINDLES IN THE PIT of Lo'ak's stomach at the mere mention of your name. It's sour on his tongue, bitter in his brain. He doesn't know when he's started to feel like this, started to feel absolutely dreadful anytime he'd hear the timbre of your voice.
It's warm, thick like nectar and it makes him sick.
Ever since you all were little, the elders crooned over what a great girl you were growing into; strong, intelligent, beautiful. It made him boil how much they'd sing your praises, the high esteem everyone held you in as one of the clan's most talented.
Something dull would pick at him being compared to his older brother, but nothing burned more than being compared to you.
Maybe it's because it's always implied whenever your names share the same sentences, that lingering implication that he could be more like you. The clan fans the flames of your mere existence while Lo'ak is snuffed out like a dying fire.
He hates it. He hates you.
He thinks.
It'd be easier to, if you were awful behind the scenes. Arrogant, stuck up, but you're none of those things. You're kind, gentle, mighty when you need to be. It doesn't help that you shine like the brightest star, engulfing everyone in your light, in your warmth.
But Lo'ak resists. He sees right through you, sees right through every saccharine smile you send him. He can see it in your eyes, how you really see him. Despite standing a full head taller than you, he sees the way you look down your nose at him.
It grates his nerves, how disgustingly sweet you are towards him despite all attempts to rebuff you.
Certainly doesn’t soothe his ego when you always seem to be around the bend every time he gets bitched at by the clan, eyes soft and filled with pity. To add insult to injury, you frequently tail him like a shadow after these moments when all he wants is to be alone.
Like now, you linger.
It's after dinner and Kiri and Spider stand before him. They come together like the three points of a triangle and you stand an awkward distance away from them.
Kiri notices you first, her face splitting into a big smile as she waves you over.
Lo'ak breathes a deep sigh before locking eyes with Spider who tries his best to suppress an amused grin.
“Hi,” you chirp and Lo'ak can't help but roll his eyes.
Spider and Kiri greet you eagerly. Lo'ak simply nods his head in acknowledgement before tightening his fist around his dagger.
“We going or what?” he finally says.
You perk up.
“Where are you guys heading off to?” you ask curiously, hands clasped behind your back.
Spider opens his mouth to answer, but Lo'ak cuts him off quickly.
“No where important,” he says, unsure if you'll blab about their whereabouts to the elders, or worse, his parents.
You roll your lips and shift on your feet.
“Can I come?” you ask hesitantly, eyes hopeful.
Kiri's smile grows as she links her arm with yours.
“No,” he says sharply. “Absolutely not.”
Your face falls and something pulls inside his chest when you fail meet his gaze, your frown barely perceptible.
You make a move to pull from Kiri's grasp, but her arm tightens through yours. She levels Lo'ak with a weighty glare and you fidget uncomfortably under his narrowed eyes.
“Don't worry about it,” you say, like someone's hit a reset button. You smile that pretty smile and Lo'ak wants to scream. "It's okay, I think Rutan needs help with clean up."
You slip from Kiri's grasp and the three watch you walk off.
“Do you always have to be such a bitch?” Spider scoffs a disbelieving laugh.
“She's just gonna tag along so she can snitch,” Lo'ak grumbles.
“Oh c'mon,” Kiri argues. “________ just wants friends.”
Lo'ak sneers.
“I don't want to be friends with her,” he says firmly, knuckles white around the handle of his knife.
“Weirdo,” Spider mumbles. “She’s cute. Think she likes you.”
Lo'ak's spine stiffens.
“It's an act” Lo'ak grumbles. “She just wants to look good in front of the elders to keep up whatever nice girl show she's putting on.”
Kiri rolls her eyes hard.
There are moments when Lo'ak thinks he's being harsh, but he can't help himself. It's like he loses all semblance of a filter when it comes to you.
“Hi, Lo'ak,” you greet him sweetly, lowering yourself onto the fallen log he's perched on, fashioning arrows to practice with later on in the evening with Neteyam.
He shifts away from you, putting the distance of two bodies between the two of you as he pauses his task at hand.
“Hi,” he says flatly.
“Can I help?” you ask tentatively, fingers twitching towards one of the untouched sticks in a pile next to his feet.
His kicks them closer to himself, out of your reach before leveling you with a sharp glare.
“No thanks,” he says quickly and you recoil slowly, letting out a shaky laugh before fixing that stupid smile on your pretty face.
“Oh, sorry,” you apologize, straightening in your seat.
A silence so uncomfortably palpable settles over the two of you as you shift so that your knees are turned towards him.
His throat bobs when his gaze travels from your little toes all the way up to your inquisitive gaze, golden and searching. It makes something unruly settle in his gut and he turns his attention back to carving his arrows.
“Do you need something?” he breaks the silence finally. “I'm kinda busy.”
You bite your lip before scooting a little closer to Lo'ak's hunched figure.
“My birthday's coming up,” you start.
“I'm aware,” Lo'ak almost scoffs.
It's all the clan has been able to talk about for the past few days. How they'd be able to prepare for the golden girl's next birth cycle and what they'd be able to do to make you smile the brightest.
“Your birthday is a week before,” you state and his head whips towards you.
“How do you know that?” he asks sharply, accusation heavy in his gruff tone.
You flinch and he falters for a moment before your smile simply widens.
“We grew up together, Lo'ak,” you say and the way his name sounds from your mouth sounds absolutely heavenly. “You're my friend.”
Friend.
He scowls at the term.
“We're not friends,” he bites back.
If the statement bothers you, you don't show it, simply tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before putting on a brave face.
“I want to celebrate with you,” you say shyly.
“Hard pass,” he says too quickly, gathering his sticks and fashioned arrows under his grasp.
He leaves you in the clearing on your own.
You must be fucking with him. You have to be. It'd be the only explanation for why Jake pulls him aside a few nights later and tells him that you've requested to work with him and Neteyam during archery practice.
“No,” he says stiffly, shaking his head.
His dad levels him with a hard glare and Lo'ak sighs deeply.
“She's a nuisance, Dad,” he argues. “Me and Neteyam are making good progress with our training and we'll have to start at square one if she joins.”
“Lo'ak, this isn't an ask,” Jake says sternly.
“But, Dad!”
“Lo'ak.”
Lo'ak huffs, snatching his bow and quiver angrily before storming off.
“You're doing great,” Neteyam says to you once the three of you have convened in the training circle.
The three arrows you've shot have all landed within centimeters of the mark and to say that Neteyam is impressed is an understatement. Lo'ak, on the other hand, fumes not-so-silently as he tears his arrows from his target.
Yet again, you have another person wrapped around your finger and it makes his blood simmer as he assumes his position at the marker and loads his arrow. It splinters through the air and hits the target right on the bullseye. The arrow punctures through the hide and lodges its way into the wood from the sheer force of Lo’ak’s shot.
You start at him moon-eyed, lush lips breaking into a full smile.
“Perfect shot,” you observe. “That was awesome.”
Lo’ak scans your features hesitantly before his gaze flits to his older brother, waiting for any acknowledgment that he’d done a great job, but Neteyam is taking notes on the arrows still stuck in the fabric of your own target.
His heart sinks.
“Fuck this,” Lo’ak grumbles, bundling all of his belongings.
He stalks through the clearing, past his brother, to leave you two.
He doesn’t know what fuels the fire more, the fact that Neteyam didn’t even bat an eye at the feat they’d been practicing for for the past three weeks because he was too immersed in you, or the fact that you bore witness to his first clean shot and gave him that sickeningly sweet smile that made his stomach turn.
“Where are you going?” Neteyam sighs.
“Somewhere you two aren’t,” he grumbles under his breath, ducking through the brush of the lofty forest.
You lick your lips, locking eyes with Neteyam as you give him a bashful grin and slowly break away to follow Lo’ak’s path.
He isn’t far ahead as you push through the vines and low-hanging leaves, the path lined with large plants and the spindly roots of the looming trees. The grass is plush between your toes as you scamper to follow Lo’ak from a distance, watching as his lithe body climbs through the dense flora.
“Why are you following me?” he calls after a few dozen paces, stopping in the middle of the path to whirl on his heel.
His golden eyes are syrupy, warm despite the edge, and you can’t help but flash him your pearly whites in a genuine smile that takes up your dimpled cheeks.
“Why’d you run off?” you ask him. “You were doing so well!”
His chest rises and falls with a scoff.
“You can give it a rest, you know?” Lo’ak says flatly, fist so tight around his bow he feels like he’ll crush the wood.
Your expression morphs, eyebrows furrowing in a way that makes Lo’ak throat bob, something pinching behind his ribcage.
“What?” you ask, frown marring your pretty face.
“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but you can stop acting like you wanna be friends with me,” Lo’ak says matter-of-factly.
“You are my friend,” you protest quietly.
Lo’ak rolls his eyes.
“Dude, whatever,” he mutters, turning his back on you.
“Is it so wrong?” you murmur and he stops in his tracks, refusing to meet your gaze. “To be friends?”
Friends.
That stupid fucking word again.
Lo’ak bites his tongue and stalks off, leaving you on the path.
Neteyam rips him a new one when he sees him at dinner later that night. Lo’ak hangs his head as Neteyam digs in.
“Is it so hard to be nice?” Neteyam asks, hand squeezing his shoulder as they stand a handful of meters away from the main circle.
As his eyes wander, he notices you sitting with his sister, head thrown back in laughter that glitters and wafts with the rising smoke of the fire. He swallows turning his attention back to his older brother.
“Just don’t like her,” he admits. “I want her to leave me alone.”
“You don’t like her or you like her too much?” Neteyam asks, brow bone raised.
Lo’ak’s face scrunches.
“Ew, no,” he blurts. “Why would I—”
“________ just wants to fit in,” he sighs. “She has trouble making friends.”
“Yeah, I wonder why,” Lo’ak mocks. “I don’t know why Kiri and Spider are always up her ass, she’s—”
“Lo’ak,” Neteyam warns.
“Dude, everyone is always ________ this, _________ that! I don’t understand what’s so great about her—”
A throat clears and the brothers both turn their attention to the newcomer. Lo’ak could groan in frustration seeing that you’ve abandoned your seat and now stand nearby with two wooden plates.
“They’re going to start cleaning up soon,” you say hesitantly. “Wanted to bring you some.”
Neteyam takes it graciously from you, nodding his head in thanks while Lo’ak stares down at the plate you’d arranged for him, abundant in vegetables and thick cuts of meat.
“No thanks,” he says flatly.
You try to coax him.
“C’mon Lo’ak, you say gently. “I know you haven’t eaten yet.”
“No thanks,” he repeats stonily, holding his hand up.
You offer up the plate again.
“Lo’ak–“
“I said no thank you,” he grunts, annoyed.
He’d only meant to push it back towards you, but one second it’s in your hands, the next you’re wearing dinner, the plate clattering onto the ground.
“Lo’ak!” Neteyam scolds.
“Shit, I didn’t–”
“It’s fine,” you breathe an airy laugh and Lo’ak freezes when he hears your breath hitch. “It was an accident.”
“Oh, ________…” Neteyam sighs, but you’re picking up the plate and scurrying off, ignoring the nearby snickering.
“Whatever you got going on, you need to cool it,” Jake scolds him in the family tent after dinner that night. “________ is a good girl, she’s trying to find her place. Can’t really do that if you’re gonna be a jerk to her all the time.”
Lo’ak resists the urge to roll his eyes because, yet again, someone is sticking up for you, admonishing him about how he could be nicer, how he could take you under his wing, how he–
“What about me?” Lo’ak argues. “I tell her to leave me alone all the time, but she doesn’t listen. Why do I have to be nice to someone who doesn’t respect–”
“Cut the bullshit,” Jake thunders. “You haven’t even tried being her friend.”
“Why should I?” Lo’ak counters.
“Because maybe you two are more alike than you’d care to learn,” Jake says knowingly. “Now go apologize.”
“Dad!”
“Go, Lo’ak.”
Lo’ak sucks in a deep breath before squeezing his eyes shut and blowing out through his nose.
“Fine, fine, whatever,” he grumbles, ducking from the tent into the humid night air.
He starts into the jungle, fingers brushing over the leaves and petals of the plants and flowers. He takes the moment to regulate his pounding heart in his chest before trying to wrack his brain for any words that he could scrounge into a believable apology.
When he crosses the glowing waters of a skinny brook, something rustles nearby and his hand is on the hilt of his dagger in the blink of an eye.
He turns to face the noise, knife drawn, but then you emerge and his body relaxes a fraction.
“Fuck, ________, you scared me,” he sighs in relief.
You fidget and swallow down the lump in your throat.
“Sorry,” you say sheepishly.
A brief silence dawns the two of you and Lo’ak notes that you’ve cleaned up from the evening meal’s debacle, now wearing a longer loincloth threaded with round pearlescent beads that refract the luminescence of the surrounding forest.
Your grasp tightens around a leather bound journal and for a moment, he wonders what you could be writing about.
When you follow his gaze, you shyly tuck the journal behind your back and give him an uneasy smile.
“I wanted to–”
“I came to–”
Your words clash and you breathe a little laugh through your nose as you gaze at him with brilliant eyes. You start closing the distance and Lo’ak’s hands grow clammy.
“You first,” you offer.
Whatever threads of an apology he’d crafted in the moments prior have evaporated now that you stand before him, absolutely glowing.
“Lo’ak?” Your head tilts and his cheeks warm.
“Sorry,” he says hoarsely. “For what happened at dinner.”
You shake your head quickly.
“You don’t have to apologize,” you assure him, reaching out to touch him.
He recoils, clearing his throat as he retreats to put an ample amount of distance between the two of you.
You eye the berth and something shutters across your face as you rock back on your heels and flash him another uneasy smile.
You haven’t even tried being her friend, his dad’s words echo like a call in the night. Maybe you two are more alike that you care to learn.
Were you? You and Lo’ak were as different as they come, you molded by the love and adoration of the clan, him built up by the lessons and lectures he received from his parents and Neteyam.
“Where are you going?” you ask, blowing by the previous conversation.
He shrugs.
“Dunno,” he admits. “I was looking for you.”
The way you freeze is almost covert, your lips rolling as you try to hide the smile threatening to split your face.
“Oh,” you hum. “Wanna go for a walk?”
No, he wants to say. He absolutely does not want to spend anymore time with you than he has to. Likes to believe that he wouldn’t even bat an eye if he were to never see you again, but you’re looking at him expectantly and his dad’s words are like a mantra in his head, so he agrees begrudgingly.
It’s awkward at first, silent except for the natural soundtrack of the vicarious jungle. But like you do so well, you break the silence and Lo’ak has to resist rolling his eyes for the third time that night.
“What are your favorite colors?” you ask suddenly.
“I dunno, green?” he offers.
“Are you sure?” you laugh quietly.
Lo’ak thinks a moment before nodding his head.
“Yeah, green,” he finalizes. “And blue.”
He barely notices that you’d fallen behind, and when he turns to look over his shoulder, he sees that you’re scratching something into your little journal.
“And your favorite fruit?” you press, nose still between the pages.
Lo’ak breathes out a laugh and your head shoots up.
“What? You gonna send this list to the lab?” Lo’ak asks.
You give him a shy smile, shifting on your feet.
“No,” you say softly, then whisper to yourself, “just compiling a list to win your heart.”
Lo’ak barely hears you, ears twitching as his eyes narrow in confusion.
“What?” he asks.
You snap your notebook shut, shaking your head quickly as you pad through the grass to catch up to him.
“Nothing.”
Something ripples in the fabric after that night, you and Neteyam both notice when Lo’ak enters the training clearing the next afternoon and greets you with a nod instead of flat out ignoring your presence like he had the last training session.
And you think that the moment is fleeting, a one off, but as the days progress, you realize that maybe Lo’ak is finally softening around you.
He stays for entire lessons, the most minute of smiles twitching at his lips whenever you compliment his shots. He waits near the edge for you as you pack up your things, and while the walk back to the village is a quiet one, you bask in his company, triumphant when he doesn’t run off.
And while your evening walks are few and far between, you savor the moments he affords you, wedging yourself between him the crumbling walls of his facade.
Tonight is one of those moments, sitting on adjacent branches overlooking the lively forest, when Lo’ak lets you peek farther into his life than he’d originally intended.
“He never understands,” he sighs, popping a few berries from his satchel past his lips.
Tonight’s topic is his father and you listen intently, eyes fixed on the way he reclines on the branch and looks up at the stars.
“I try hard, you know? To make everyone proud, but all they see is my failure,” he says, obviously annoyed. “No matter what I do, it’s not good enough.”
“You do great things, Lo’ak,” you say quietly, the first words you’ve said all night.
And like your voice is a reminder, Lo’ak’s spine goes rigid, throat bobbing as he realizes that he may have said too much to you. He’s getting too comfortable and you’re all the willing to absorb every insecurity and every worry he has.
But something about quiet moments like these makes him loose-lipped, eyes fluttering to where you’ve got your notebook balanced in the seam of your thighs, scrawling something on the pages as you eat your own berries.
The words are leaving him before he can stop them.
“Easy for you to say,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect.”
The laugh that escapes you startles him and a few of the berries he was about to devour slips from his fingers and plunk down the leaves.
“I’m not perfect,” you assure him.
“Only someone who’s perfect would say that,” Lo’ak grumbles, peering over the edge of the branches to spot his fallen fruit. “The whole village loves you, everyone’s always so ready to bat for you.”
You look down at the pages of your journal with a sad smile.
“It’s a lot of pressure,” you admit quietly. “Everyone’s watching your every move, waiting for you to mess up.”
Lo’ak shifts uncomfortably.
You continue.
“And most of the villagers our age don’t like me,” you say, thumbing one of the pages. “They say I kiss ass, that I’m always trying to keep a leg up.”
Lo’ak winces, knowing that he’s the source of at least one of those sentiments.
“The elders think you’re honorable,” Lo’ak argues gently. “You’re talented, you have something to offer the people.”
“Honor means nothing if you’re bound by it,” you say finally, closing the cover to your journal. “If anything, I want to be more like you.”
“Like me?” Lo’ak asks incredulously, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
You nod, smiling at him.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “I think you’re brave, fearless. And even if you care what people think, you do what you want.”
Lo’ak is quiet, taken aback by your confession.
Before he can respond, you’re gathering your things, bidding him a warm farewell as you begin climbing down the tree to disappear into the night.
After that night, you think that maybe you’re just imagining things, that you’re reading too much into the fact that Lo’ak has begun to finally act like you exist, but then Kiri says something and the hope sends your heart soaring.
“Seems like he finally got his head out of his ass,” she says a few mornings later as you two stand near a shallow stream, eyes peeled for any fish you two could bring back to the village.
“Think so?” you ask nervously, arrow trapping the flailing fish to the pebbles of the stream’s bed.
Kiri shrugs.
“He actually pays you mind now,” Kiri observes. “That’s a step up for sure. I think you just need to spend more time with him.”
You smile, splashing through shallow waters to capture the fish and add it to the growing pile in the basket between you and the middle Sully.
“Yeah?” you wonder
So you test the theory, basket filled with various peeled fruits and a little container of nectar you squeezed from the petals of a flower.
It doesn’t take long to hunt him down. When you enter the training circle, he’s packing up his things, quiver strapped to his back and bow in his fist.
Before you make yourself known, he’s turning on his heel to face you, eyes wild as he swallows down the lump in his throat.
He’d be the last to admit that the last night you two spent together was branded in his brain, that his mouth had dried up so much so he felt his tongue could crack.
There were so many implications in your words and it horrified him, scared him so much that he knew he couldn’t let you that close again.
But now you stand before him, pretty as can be, hopeful even, and he’s at a war with himself, absolutely caught between resenting you for being everything he’s not and giving into the draw.
“Hi,” you greet, basket heavy in your hands.
You look more radiant than usual, skirt brushing the forest floor, the woven vine of your top banded to expose your midriff.
“Hey,” he replies hesitantly.
“Where you going?” you ask curiously.
His throat bobs as he gestures behind him.
“Hunting,” is all he says.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” you ask eagerly.
He doesn’t. He shouldn’t. Because things are shifting and he’s not sure if he’ll be able to stomach the change. If he’ll be able to admit to himself that you’re wearing him thin, that you make him feel things he’s never felt before and that it makes him feel like he has no control.
Because when it boils down to it, you make him lose control, make him lose his filter, and make him feel every emotion twice as hard.
“No,” he says.
And in that moment, you feel like you’re back at square one, watching as his eyes turn stony and his jaw sets firmly.
“You shouldn’t go hunting on your own,” you say softly. “Will someone be with you?”
“It’s fine,” he argues. “I’m fine.”
“I can go with you!” you offer. “I thought maybe we could sit by the stream and talk, but we can go hunting instead. We can–”
“No,” he says again, pinning you with eyes so lethal, it makes you wonder if you really had imagined the moments you shared with him, if you had imagined Kiri telling you that she saw it too.
You try again anyways.
“It’ll be good practice and–”
“I said no, ________,” he barks. “You’re dead weight and I want to be alone.”
Your lips seal and you bite the inside of your cheek.
Lo’ak could nearly scream in frustration when he notices the way your shoulders sag and it makes something in his heart cinch.
“Okay,” you agree, nodding quickly. “Be safe and–”
The words die on your tongue when you notice the look of annoyance on Lo’ak’s face.
Lo’ak is in deep shit, you come to find out hours later.
You sit outside of the training circle, knowing that Lo’ak will return down the path after his hunting trip. What you don’t expect, however, is Jake and Neytiri emerging with the entire line of Sully kids and Spider.
Jake grips the back of Lo’ak’s neck tightly as they march past wandering eyes, straight to the family tent. You don’t miss his wounds though, varying in depth, some bleeding, some sore.
You’re hot on their heels, standing right outside of the entrance as Jake tears into the middle Sully.
“Time and time again, I have to get on your ass for doing the complete opposite of what I ask you to do!” Jake’s voice is thunderous inside the tent. “Do you not realize that you not only risked your life but your sisters’ too?”
There’s a beat of silence before Jake continues, obviously pacing from the way his volume fluctuates.
“And what were you thinking bringing Tuk? She’s nine, Lo’ak!” he shouts, the anger and the hurt evident in his tone.
“I’m sorry,” Lo’ak mumbles.
“Yeah, I bet you are!” Jake scolds. “I don’t ask for much. All I want is for you stay in line. Just stay out of trouble and work hard on your training. I paired you with ________ and Neteyam in hopes that maybe you’ll tighten up and be more like them, but you’re always disappointing me.”
You frown.
Whatever Lo’ak had done probably didn’t warrant such deep admonishment and something tugs especially hard at your heartstrings knowing that all he wants to do is make his dad proud.
“You’re surrounded by good influences, but you always have to go against the grain, Lo’ak,” Jake says, the edge in his tone softening. “I’m getting tired of the bullshit, son. You need to clean up your act. Hear me?”
“Yes sir,” Lo’ak says quietly, voice almost a whisper behind the hide of the tent.
“Now go get yourself cleaned up,” Jake huffs.
Your spine is straightening when you hear foot steps closing in, holding your breath as the flap to the tent billows open and Lo’ak is emerging.
His eyes flit to yours and his expression sours further.
“Lo’ak,” you murmur, reaching out to him.
He’s shrugging you away, wincing when a wound on his shoulder stretches especially taut.
“You’re hurt,” you say quietly. “I’ll–”
“Leave me alone,” he says, eerily level.
“But you’re–”
“I said leave me alone, ________,” he warns, pushing past you in what should be the pursuit of his grandmother’s quarters.
Instead he’s making a beeline for the jungle.
You’d seen the look in his eye before he stonewalled you, seen the hurt and heaviness that most people didn’t seem to notice because he was always so adventurous and carefree.
You follow after him.
“Lo’ak, you know he’s only worried for you,” you try to reason gently, fingers reaching for his own as you duck under massive leaves and fluttering insects.
He whirls to face you, swatting your hand away.
“Don’t fucking touch me,” he bites. “You don’t know anything.”
You swallow, holding your hand to your chest as you watch him lay down every brick to wall himself off.
He hates it. He hates how you look at him, how you seem to pity the life he has to live. It makes him sick, thinking that you two have it the same. He’d rather be hated for being great than hated for being a let down. It’s insulting, how you think you know how it feels.
“Let’s go back. I’ll wrap your wounds and–”
“Of course, clan’s golden girl is gonna patch me up and make it all better, huh?” he seethes facetiously. “Just fuck off!”
You flinch, blinking at the boy you holds so much rage in front of you.
“I know you’re hurting, but you don’t have to be mean,” you whisper, taking in a shuddering breath to will yourself not to cry.
“Mean? Mean?” Lo’ak bristles. “I’ve tried telling you to lay off nicely, tried telling you to just leave me alone, but you don’t listen. You just pry and overstep and you make every little thing about you! Oh, it’s so much pressure, villagers our age hate me, of course they would! You already have everything and just have to go rub salt in the wound!”
You shrink, eyes welling as your lip trembles.
“Lo’ak, stop,” you whimper.
“We’re not friends, ________.We never were and we never will because I don’t like you,” he spits. “Now please, for the love of god, will you just leave me alone!”
The forest is silent save for Lo’ak’s ragged breathing, fists clenched as he glares down at you.
“I-” Your breath hitches and you choke out an apology. “I’m sorry.”
Lo’ak’s heart softens a fraction as you take a step back, turning quickly on your heel.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you rasp, tripping over your own feet as you stumble into a run, putting as much space as you can between you and the middle child who stands in the middle of the forest, unable to wrangle every harsh word he’d said to force back down his throat.
You dropped your journal.
Lo’ak is sure you’re looking for it, know that you’ve always got your nose stuck in it. You had dropped it running off and now he has its leather bound in his hands.
It’s been a couple of nights since the faithful evening he’d blown his top and he’d only seen whispers of you. It was so unlike you to disappear, to not be entertaining the masses as they fell to your feet.
He’d cooled off significantly, and when he replayed the conversation in his head, he winced, body folding in on itself as he realizes how harsh he’d been.
“Are you actually thinking thoughts?” Spider claps him on the shoulder, startling him so badly he drops the journal.
It lands spine down, the pages fluttering open.
He chances a peek before Spider is rounding his lithe figure to pick up the notebook. All he makes out is a rough sketch.
“You write?” Spider asks, intrigued.
“No, it’s ________’s,” Lo’ak answers.
“Oh, your little girlfriend’s?”
Lo’ak gives the human a cross look, snatching the book from his grasp as he stands up.
“Trouble in paradise?” Spider pries, scurrying to keep up with Lo’ak’s long strides.
A beat of silence before Lo’ak finally answers.
“Made her cry,” he mumbles, embarrassed.
Spider winces behind him.
“You serious?”
Lo’ak sighs.
“Yes, dude, fuck,” he breathes, hand coming to the back of his neck. “I don’t know what came over me. Dad was ripping me a new one and Neteyam already chewed me out before they got there and she was being annoying, so I just…”
“Bro,” Spider scoffs in disbelief, scratching the back of his head. “You’re a real dickhead sometimes.”
Lo’ak’s eyes wander as he shifts uncomfortably, feeling incredibly small as his friend glares up at him.
“I mean, I told her I wanted to be left alone!” Lo’ak tries to defend weakly. “I- I didn’t mean to.”
“She likes you a lot, dude,” Spider reiterates. “She just wants you to like her back.”
Despite the glaring signs, Lo’ak has trouble believing that your feelings for him far surpass charity work. They couldn’t, it was impossible. Because at the end of the day, you’re you and he’s…him.
He opens his mouth to say something, but Spider beats him to it.
“Did you at least apologize?”
Lo’ak squirms.
“Dude!”
“Look, I know, I know,” he tries to assuage the situation.
“________ is literally the sweetest girl in the entire clan you just–“
“I get it, bro, I get it!” Lo’ak huffs.
“Get your head out of your ass,” Spider says. “She might not stick around long enough for you to realize.”
“Realize what?” Lo’ak snaps.
“Are you really gonna play stupid right now?”
He blinks at the human.
“You like ________,” Spider says matter-of-factly. “You always have, ever since we were kids.”
“Oh, piss off,” Lo’ak grumbles.
“Dude, you’re literally my best friend, but I sometimes I wanna shove my foot so far up your–”
“I do not like ________,” Lo’ak says sharply.
“Everyone sees it but you, dipshit,” Spider scoffs. “You like her, but you’re scared. She’s perfect and she intimidates you. Think she’s gonna see you for what you really are and turn her back on you like everyone else does when you fuck up, but she’s not like that, Lo’ak. She’s been there whether you like it or not. But she might not always.”
Lo’ak swallows down the knot in his throat, fingers tightening around the notebook.
“Everything clicking?” Spider asks knowingly.
Lo’ak throws him a final narrowed glare before stalking off.
It’s Lo’ak’s birthday and just like every orbit, he spends it alone in the forest.
At first, he’d been burdened with the weight of hurting your feelings, but now his conversation with Spider weighs heavy on him as he climbs dirt walkways and flowered paths.
It doesn’t help that your notebook weighs heavy in his satchel, a silent reminder that he still has a piece of you while you cling to his peace of mind.
I think you’re brave, fearless. They’re the words you uttered to him that fateful night you turned the reality of you two on its axis.
As he splices all the moments you two shared like a reel, he realizes that it’s endless. That you’re always there, you’d always been there, like a layer of impenetrable atmosphere surrounding him.
He really should apologize, he knows this much, but you’ve disappeared like a wisp of smoke. Training sessions have returned to a sibling affair and he’s too prideful to ask about you.
It’s almost eclipse when he begins making his way back for the evening meal, knowing that a scolding will await if he arrives even a minute late.
After what had happened with you, he was lying low, trying to diminish his blip from the radar.
As he closes in on the village’s main circle, he notes that it’s quiet. A little too quiet. It puts him on edge, makes him draw his bow and feel around for an arrow in his quiver.
A few more paces and he’s broken into the clearing, a few stragglers milling about. Another half a dozen steps and it’s like the forest melts into a celebration, whorls of blue pouring into the circle as villagers begin trilling.
Lo’ak is hoisted into the air as the dying fire in the center of the camp begins to slowly roar.
“Happy birthday, baby bro!” Neteyam caws loudly as they begin jostling him into the air, chanting and dancing as the dense crowd of clanspeople celebrate him.
It’s like time slows as he peers from side to side eagerly, seeing the way Spider, Kiri and Tuk dance happily among his people. Jake and Neytiri stand near the fire, smiles wide when they see the look of awe on their middle son’s face.
When he’s finally set on his feet, he wobbles, childlike as he turns, taking in the glowing streamers that crisscross between the tents. Flowers of green and blue thread through the vines, gleaming like lamplight as the forest buzzes around them.
“Wha– What is all this?” Lo’ak croaks in disbelief, eyes flitting wildly as he notices Norm and Max standing next to a table they’d hauled from the pod to the circle, piled high with meats and vegetables wrapped in leaves.
A platter of yovo fruits, his favorite, are at the center, surrounded by a painted sign with his name and the handprints of dozens of villagers on it.
“You survived another orbit!” Neteyam laughs heartily, head-locking the younger boy before roughly digging his knuckles into the top of his head.
A laugh bubbles from Lo’ak’s lips, swatting his brother away as villagers and clan members he’d grown up with approach him one by one to greet him.
As the night progresses, he doesn’t even realize he’s searching until your mother approaches and his spine goes rigid, cheeks warming under her piercing gaze.
“From my ________,” she says, setting a pouch into his palms. “She toiled over these for many eclipses. Please take care.”
Lo’ak’s nod is delayed as his satchel shifts on his shoulders, a dull reminder that your journal still remains with him, begging to be read.
“Where– Where is she?” he asks suddenly, feeling your absence all the more now that your gift sits in the palm of his hand.
“My daughter does not feel well,” your mother says simply. “She wished to be excused from the festivities.”
His chest feels hollow, stomach tight as his cheeks burn. You’d mentioned this to him, all those days ago in the training circle, about wanting to celebrate with him.
His eyes flit to the flowers looped through the vines, the mountain of yovo fruits, the gift in his hands. He doesn’t want to be presumptuous. Doesn’t want to fuel the tiniest ember of hope in chest, but he can’t help it.
He can’t help but read into it, into the implications of this celebration you’d planned all for him, into every word you uttered to him in the quiet of the forest’s chirping.
It’s all it takes for him to lock himself in his own head. The feast melts into the background, dull, as his eyes cut the crowd for you.
You have to be here, gotta be hanging around the outskirts silently. The idea taunts him, makes his gut twist hard as images of you dancing in the circle, singing to him, celebrating him, loving him—
Lo’ak freezes, blinking incredulously at the thought that’d just crossed his brain. It makes him queasy, makes the regret and the guilt gnaw at every nerve ending as your crying face flashes like an unwanted slideshow in his brain.
It’s all he can think about as the festivities die, as villagers begin turning in the for the night and he helps his family clean up the aftermath of another orbit finally finished.
Spider helps Tuk and Neteyam near the fire, and as Lo’ak moves through the motions like he’s caught in a tide, Kiri watches, knowing all too well what consumes her brother’s mind.
It isn’t until Lo’ak is shrouded by the stillness of the early morning, his family tucked in their tent, bodies and limbs splayed as they sleep together, that he sits in a swinging hammock, your journal and the pouch in his lap.
It feels wrong, the way he thumbs the cover, working up the courage to turn it open. But Ewya, fate, would have never left it in his wake if it wasn’t meant to be read.
As his finger ghosts the etchings of the front cover, worn and loved by you, something tickles his leg as he admires the leather. He blinks in disbelief when he sees a singular woodsprite resting against his thigh.
Before he loses his nerve, he’s opening the pages with bated breath.
Recipes, nature notes, short thoughts fill the sheets and Lo’ak feels like he’s reading into your brain, seeing all the little things no one bothers to know.
he is like the sun,
shines so bright,
but burns the closer you get.
Lo’ak’s pointer finger glosses over the ink, over your curly handwriting.
he is so incredible, but he doesn’t even know it. i want to shout it to every creature in the forest, every tree and every flower. oh, how i wish to be as fearless as him.
His chest heaves as the words blur.
Fearless.
Fearless.
Fearless.
In this moment, he feels everything but. He feels like a coward.
He continues to flip, throat lodged as he sees drawings, both rough sketches and full renderings. He hadn’t even known that you liked to draw, yet here he was, observing his home through your artistic eye.
Flowers, leaves, trees, creatures, insects, fruits mar the stained papers, etched like it’d been caught in real time.
likes green and blue.
likes yovo fruits.
The entry from the day you’d first walked with him through the forest.
When he turns the page, his breath hitches.
In full color, you’d captured his bullseye from your first training session. His back taut from the release, expression shaded stoic. He looked mighty, like the strongest warrior, and it was all through your eyes.
Lo’ak doesn’t even realize he’s crying until the bullseye in the illustration bleeds from a fallen tear. Another one drips from his chin, then another.
The next page is the night you two had poured your hearts out to each other. Again, in full color, he’s watching the stars. You don’t leave out the glow of the freckles that smatter his face and body, don’t miss the smile that plays at his lips as he quietly points out that his dad had come from a star.
He flips again and different iterations and designs for what seems like jewelry litters the pages, shaded with different colors of blue and green, marked with varying notes, x’s marking through ideas you didn’t like.
Lo’ak remembers the pouch, sitting untouched in his lap, and his shaky fingers undo the ties. He shakes the contents on the flat of the notebook and the most intricate beadwork fits into the crease.
His eyes widen as he picks up the necklace in a trembling hand, the eclipsing sun catching the etching in the flat stones.
Four five-fingered hands and four four-fingered ones, each separated by jewels scavenged and cleaned from the bed of the glowing river.
A small scroll flutters from the pouch and Lo’ak chokes back as sob as he unrolls the hide.
Happy Birthday, Lo’ak. I am always grateful to know someone like you. May your next orbit be filled with endless blessings from Ewya and may you see yourself how I see you.
You see him, he realizes. You’re his supporter, a silent force that consumes every insecurity and swallows every doubt. You believe in him more than he believes in himself.
He stands from the hammock and runs.
You’re sitting in the same tree the two of you had rested in the night you’d confided in Lo’ak, watching as the sun eclipses and begins to light up the sparkling forest.
Something rustles and you sit up, hand on the hilt of your dagger as you search the area for movement.
As your eyes lock on the source, you almost wish it had been a beast coming to devour you whole. But as Lo’ak climbs the branches of the tree quickly, you feel the dread begin to solidify in your veins.
You take your satchel, hanging from a nearby branch and sling it over your shoulder, pulling your shawl over your head to prepare for your escape.
“________, wait,” he chokes breathlessly. “Please.”
You feel like crying all over again, feel so unbelievably stupid thinking that Lo’ak would ever see you the way that you see him.
You pause a beat as he settles on the branch across from yours, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
Something glints in the sun and your eyes widen when you see that Lo’ak has fastened the necklace you made him around his neck, right above the the leather chain that holds his beloved claw charm.
“You’re wearing it,” you whisper, lips twitching into a frown as you try your best to keep your tears at bay.
“I’m sorry, ________,” Lo’ak apologizes hoarsely. “Fuck, you don’t understand how sorry I am.”
The tears well on their own.
We’re not friends. We never were and we never will.
The words haunt you like a broken record and you shake your head, moving from your perch to move down the branches.
“Wait, wait,” Lo’ak pleads. “Please don’t go, I–”
“I hate you,” you whisper. “I hate you, Lo’ak.”
He freezes, watching as you balance on a branch below.
“I tried so hard to be your friend,” you whimper, angrily wiping away your tears. “You’re amazing. You’re strong, and you’re fearless, and you are everything I want to be, but you’re heartless.”
Lo’ak lets out a shuddering breath, a chill running down his spine as you look up at him like he’d smashed every star in the sky.
“I wanted to be with you, you know?” you let out a watery laugh. “I hoped that maybe if I stuck it out, you’d see how much I cared, how badly I wanted to be with you, even if it was from a distance.”
“I do, _________, I do!” he argues.
He hadn’t always, but he sees it now. He sees you.
You shake your head again.
“You don’t,” you sigh, voice trembling. “It’s my fault anyways. You were right. You told me to leave you alone and I was being too much.”
“Stop–”
“Let this be the last time,” you assure him. “Let’s just– Let’s pretend we never met.”
“No, _________. Wait!”
You’re climbing down the tree and disappearing into the brush and, like a fleck of ash, you’re disintegrating into nothingness.
Most people think he’s being moody, that he’s just been scolded by his father or older brother, but Neytiri knows better.
She sees the way her son has changed over the course of the past few weeks. She knows there is a great burden that he carries, but much like her beloved and her eldest, he suffers in silence.
“Maitan,” she says quietly, brushing a braid from his face as he folds the leaves around a chunk of steaming meat.
Lo’ak pauses almost imperceptibly, but continues his task.
It isn’t like him to stay home and work with Neytiri. If anything, he’d be the first one out of the tent, Tuk, Spider, and Kiri tailing after him as they galavant through the endless forest.
“Something weighs heavy in your heart,” she tries again, hand coming over his.
Lo’ak stops and leans back, unable to meet his mother’s searching gaze.
“I hurt someone,” he says quietly.
Neytiri stiffens.
“What?”
“I hurt someone I care about,” Lo’ak admits. You’d called him fearless, strong. He needed to live by your word. “I hurt her and I don’t know how to fix it.”
“Oh, Lo’ak,” she murmurs, squeezing his hand gently.
Her face has softened as she takes in his stony expression.
“My son, some things cannot be fixed,” she says honestly. “But all things require great effort. Sometimes those efforts will fall through, but that is the natural order of life.”
Lo’ak swallows.
“Whoever this special person is, if you have hurt her, she deserves the full effort of your heart, no?”
You do, he knows you do. You deserve every last effort. But a niggling streak of insecurity tells him that you don’t deserve someone like him. You don’t deserve someone who takes your affections for granted. You deserve someone who will love you with every breath, who will love you fearlessly.
“The night I first met your father, Ewya gave me sign,” she says. “He has a pure, strong heart. You do too.”
Lo’ak swallows.
“Be brave, Maitan,” she says. “Sometimes that is enough.”
Lo’ak’s fingers hurt from picking berries.
His cuticles bleed, pricked by the thorns of the fruit’s bush. Kiri hums beside him, weaving a little bag out of ropes of thin vines.
“You’re not gonna help me?” he whines.
“Why should I help you with your mess?”
You look beautiful under the glow of the evening meal’s crackling fire. It’s the first time you’ve emerged since before Lo’ak’s birthday feast and you’re being flocked by elders and villagers, wishing you well and asking about your supposed ailment.
He sits across the fire, fists tight as he searches for a lull in the crowd.
Spider snickers next to him, devouring the contents of his plate like he’s starved, watching Lo’ak’s useless pining like a show.
Be brave.
He’s standing to his feet before he can back out, crossing the circle to approach you. The villagers watch like they know something he doesn’t and the nerves are eating away at him as he steps into your space.
You look up from your conversation with a girl your age, the smile slipping from your lips.
“Can we talk?” Lo’ak asks, eyes wandering to watch the way everyone watches him.
You remain jaded.
“Now’s not a good time,” you say quietly and a few onlookers snicker in the background.
“________,” Lo’ak tries again.
You stare up at him, the shadow of the fire dancing over your features as you seemingly look right through him. It’s humiliating, the way you remain seated and watch him fidget, but he figures he deserves the cold shoulder after months, years of casting you to the side.
“Let’s go?” you ask the girl, nodding your head over your shoulder.
The girl chances a glance between you and Lo’ak, noticing the telltale sign of your work etched into the stones of the choker he hadn’t taken off since his birthday.
She gives him a sympathetic smile as she follows after you.
He’s going to have to try a lot harder than he has, he realizes as your birthday looms right around the corner. The next eclipse, in fact.
He’s losing hope, losing courage, but he can’t give up on you two just yet.
He makes sure the berries he picked the days prior are packed tightly in his bag, the lid to the nectar fastened, and his present wrapped nicely.
It’s his last hope, his last shot to make things right.
Spider, Tuk, and Neytiri surround him, Neteyam and Jake off on a hunt.
They’d all been privy to the fact, aiding him in his endeavors as he organized his final grapple with your heart.
“Kiri said she’ll bring her right before eclipse,” Spider says, peeking from the flap of the tent. “That’s in, like, minutes.”
Lo’ak is nervous. Doesn’t know what he’ll do if he loses you for good, but he knows he has to give it his best effort. It’s the least you deserve.
Be brave. Sometimes that is enough.
Lo’ak glances at his mom and she gives him a warm smile, ruffling his braids.
“You are the son of Toruk Makto,” she assures him, pinching his cheek. “There is nothing you cannot do.”
The words are carved into his brain as he rushes through the forest, the the stream that the curls and bends through the forest. It glows beautifully at night and that is his final push.
“Wait, give me like three seconds, I left something.” Kiri’s voice is muffled behind the trees.
“Huh?” Lo’ak sees the way your head tilts through an opening in the foliage.
“I’ll only be a second!”
“Wait, Kiri!”
Kiri is running straight for him, comes barreling through the bushes, and continues down the path.
“Good luck, egghead!”
Lo’ak takes in a final breath to quell the tremor in his hands before ducking through the bushes to reveal himself.
You’re sitting on the embankment, on a woven mat that Kiri had laid out for you two, decorative vines edging the seams.
“Oh, you were–”
You peer over your shoulder and your expression falls.
“Lo’ak…”
“Happy birthday, ________,” he breathes.
You don’t look amused, slinging your bag over you shoulder as you rise to your feet.
“Kiri and I are hanging out,” you tell him.
He scratches the back of his head.
“I…I had Kiri bring you here because I knew that you wouldn’t come with me if I asked,” he admits. “And of course, I don’t blame you, but I– I just really need to talk to you.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, unable to look him in his eyes as he draws nearer.
“Just give me some time, please,” he pleads.
You finally meet his gaze, searching his eyes as he looks down at you earnestly.
You give him the tiniest nod, reluctantly shedding your satchel to reassume your seat on the mat.
The waters rush gently, like a song as Lo’ak lowers himself next to you.
His palms are clammy as he fidgets in his seat, the scent of herbs and flowers wafting from your dewy skin. He can’t bring himself to look at you, afraid that every sentiment he’d crafted in the hours of the night will escape him, so he watches the bubbling of the stream.
“Well?” you whisper, like you don’t want to shatter the fragile sheath of peace that layers you.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “I know I’ve said it already, but I really am, ________.”
“I know,” you murmur and his gaze flits to yours. “Even if you don’t act like it, you have a good heart, Lo’ak. You feel everything, even the things you don’t want to.”
He swallows.
“I didn’t mean it,” he says carefully. “I was mad and I took it out on you. That wasn’t fair.”
You sit silently, knees hugged to your chest. Your cheek rests against your knee, watching Lo’ak with seeing eyes. It makes him trip over his words.
“My whole life, I’ve always been compared to Neteyam,” he says. “The entire village would whisper about me and how I was nothing like the mighty warrior.”
When he glances at you, he notices your fingers twitch, like you want to reach out to him.
He squashes his fears and turns to face you, five-fingered hand coming up to thread with your four. You watch the union, uncertainty obvious in the way you tense, but Lo’ak squeezes.
“And then when we started growing up, you were just another person I had to live up to,” Lo’ak whispers. “You’re perfect, ________. You’re kind, and you’re smart, talented. You’re everything I’m not and it made me hate you.”
You shrink, but Lo’ak pulls you towards him, hand coming up to brush your cheek.
“But you’re all of that and more,” he continues, the words gushing like a river. “You’re always there, you support me and you defend me and see things I don’t.”
You become shy under his gaze because for the first time, he’s seeing you. He’s seeing you for every single thing you’ve been to him and it makes your stomach knot.
“I have something to tell you,” he says. “Please don’t be mad at me.”
Your gaze is soft, palm still in his as he turns and reaches into the bag he discarded next to him. Your eyes widen when he produces your notebook, edges curled the slightest as he hands it to you.
“My journal,” you say, taking it from him quickly. “I’ve been looking for this. Why- Why do you have it?”
He looks guilty, lips rolling as he avoids your gaze.
“Did you…”
“I wasn’t going to,” he admits. “But there were woodsprites and I knew it was a s–”
“Lo’ak this is private,” you murmur incredulously. “Why would you read this?”
“How long, ________?” he asks quietly, grip on your hand tightening.
“Lo’ak, don’t–”
“How long?” he presses desperately.
Your eyes are watering, like that wicked night all over again and Lo’ak begs Eywa for the final push.
“Since we were ten,” you whisper brokenly. “It was my first performance and it was so stupid, but I was throwing up because I was nervous and you talked me through it.”
Lo’ak is stunned, the memory like the faintest of outlines.
“We didn’t even know each other that well,” you hiccup. “But you patted me on the back and you gave me this–”
You pull your fingers from his grasp and flip the journal to the last page, revealing a hidden pocket. Your nimble fingers pull a tattered string, the remnants of a vine, threaded with wilted flower petals, preserved from being pressed inside your notebook.
“You said that they made you make it during lessons,” you say, breath hitching. “That it’d be my good luck.”
He’d forgotten all about the memory completely, too caught up in driving whatever wedge he could between you two, building up walls to seal you out.
“And you kept it this whole time?” he asks, face scrunched in disbelief.
“I’d hold on to anything you give me,” you admit in defeat. “Heartbreak included.”
He lets out a shaky breath.
“________, I’m so sorry,” he repeats, hand coming up to your neck. “You have to know that. I’m really fucking stupid, but if you give us a shot, I won’t mess it up.”
Your hand comes up to his wrist, crumpling as you bow your head.
“Don’t do this to me,” you beg, moving to break away from him.
“Please.”
His hold tightens, other hand twining with yours.
“If I…if I give myself to you, I’m giving you everything,” you say hesitantly. “If you break this, you break me. I don’t think I can come back from this.”
Lo’ak presses his forehead to yours, breath warm against your lips as he searches your gaze for any semblance of hope.
“This is me being fearless, ________,” he whispers.
You melt, pressing your lips to his tentatively. He’s frozen for the shortest of moments before relenting, pushing up onto his knees to deepen the kiss.
He’s cradling your face and your hands are wandering and Lo’ak can’t help but think he could get used to loving you.
To being loved by you.
BONUS
“I was gonna give it to you on your birthday,” Lo’ak says sheepishly a few nights later under the stars. “But, you know…”
Your usual place among the branches of the looming trees have a lot of memories both bitter and sweet, but you suppose you could make new ones.
“You don’t have to give me anything,” you say sweetly, tail swishing to wrap around his ankle. “You’re all I need.”
Lo’ak doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to your saccharine words if the pounding in his chest is anything to go by.
His hands are shaky as he pushes the hide towards you, a bow made of vine tied neatly around the gift.
“Wanted to,” he says simply, moving the hair from you face to see your reaction better. “Open it.”
You’re gentle with the present, like you are with most things, but eager to see what he’d gotten you.
A tiny gasp falls from your lips when you finally see it, wide eyes meeting his as you free the jars of paints he’d mashed up, the brushes he fashioned, and the brand new journal he bound himself.
“Lo’ak, wow…”
“So you can paint me more,” he says, then adds timidly. “Or maybe us. Maybe you could paint us.”
an — holy shit guys, this was such a big project for me because i really wanted to dive into so many different things in this fic. to everyone who was waiting patiently, thank you sososo much. as usual, i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, but i hope you guys enjoyed nonetheless! although requests are paused for me to catch up, like always, if you wanna chat with me about literally anything, my askbox is open. lots of love hehehe :) xx
CONTEXT : fuji is part of a band, whom can clearly see his infatuation with a fellow student: ryunnosuke. thanks to the the leader and his best friend, fuji gets the courage to confess to him.
WARNINGS : swear word (near the end), otherwise none
A/N : happy (late) 1 year anniversary to ki (konnichiwa iro)! 🥳
EXTRA INFO :
ryunnosuke's nickname is ryu, and is often referred as tanaka by others
it has been 2 weeks. 2 weeks full of the band listening to fuji daydreaming and fantasising about ryunnosuke. except for work, fuji cups his face in his hands and talks about the boy all day.
it was now a wednesday, fuji and keido were both sat down next to each other in class. they had a quick break since they finished the work quickly.
“his ash blonde hair, his deep purple eyes, that beautiful small braid he always has and how he always looks so serious; i’m in love!” fuji sighed, yet again drawing another groan from his red-haired friend keido. “fuji, do you just plan on talking about him and just daydreaming? or are you gonna go and actually talk to him? because right now, nothing’s ever gonna happen if you keep this up. also, you’ve talked about him 5 times today! and we haven’t even gotten to lunch.” keido exasperated, said.
“hey! what, you don’t like me talking about him now? also, i can’t talk to him! he’s… way too busy, i think.” fuji, without giving a second thought, retorted.
“whatever, i just want you to actually be with him, instead of just looking from afar. he could get taken before you know it, so best act fast. wouldn't it be nice that you get to go out with him on your birthday too?” keido replied, hinting that this was the end of their conversation.
fuji thought for a while. she was indeed, right. it is getting closer and closer toward valentine’s day, his own birthday; there would be a chance that tanaka would be asked to be someone else’s valentine. it would be nice if he were to be able to confess to him on such a special day.
the bell rang, signalling that it was lunch time. fuji quickly went to his best friend’s boyfriend’s studio, where all his band mates were. as he arrived with his lunch, he could see that all the members were there.
in takeo’s - keido's boyfriend's - band, there were takeo, keido, himself, aiko, kiyoko, haruko (they were sisters), shinji, shou, and atsushi.
fuji truly, truly, loved his band with all his heart. they all accepted and supported unconditionally for what he stood for; he could never ask for any better.
yet again, fuji was fussing over the purple-eyed student to keido, who quite obviously had an expression of discontent.
"did you see him? the poor thing didn't have a lunchbox! if only someone could help him out; imagine if he starved! oh~"
that's right, keido thought. if only someone could help him. almost as fast as a spark, keido and takeo made eye contact: they were thinking the same thing.
rapidly, keido and takeo went over to the rest of the members, leaving fuji by himself in confusion. the couple bent down and started whispering to them.
"so you know how fuji's been talking about that tanaka guy right? well, me and keido figured out something. since tanaka doesn't have his lunch right now, what if fuji shared his lunch with him? we could just push him toward tanaka and boom, that settles it."
everyone did as they planned, and it worked. although not how the members thought it would work.
fuji stuttered throughout the whole moment as he tried to offer ryunnosuke his own food.
"it's fine, i can manage by myself thanks." the boy replied, leaving fuji to go to his friend.
the members were all confused; poor fuji! they all quickly went to help out him, worried he might bawl his eyes out any minute.
"it's ok, tadao, maybe he was just too nervous and wanted to avoid it?" aiko suggested, looking around others for confirmation.
"he's just a jerk! i've seen him act like that with everyone, don't waste your time with him" haruko advised.
fast forward to valentine's day, also fuji's birthday. as usual, his and his best friend's lockers were filled with love notes, each one filled with poems, gifts, flowers, etc. what caught fuji's attention the most, however, was the least decorated one; the letter that looked the most bland.
it had "TADAO" written in all caps, with nothing else.
fuji opened the letter carefully. a small piece of folded paper fell out. he bent down to pick it up and unfolded it;
meet me at the back of school by lunch.
see you there,
TANAKA.
fuji beamed, to the point where you would feel your lips falling off.
"keido keido keido, LOOK!" he shouted at keido, pointing to his newfound treasure.
throughout the morning, fuji's head was clouded with the possible scenarios; tanaka confesses to him, he himself confesses to tanaka, tanaka does not show up, he gets there late, and so on. he could not stop daydreaming; it became a problem.
"tadao, do you know the answer?" his english teacher asked.
fuji looked at the board, hoping to find an answer.
"it's in your book." the teacher sighed, moving onto a different student to answer.
that was embarrassing, i'll just pause this and work. fuji thought, skimming the text in front of him.
it was finally lunchtime. fuji jogged toward the back door of school. there, he saw tanaka, waiting. in his view, tanaka seemed to be very gracious and patient through his movement.
"hello, erm, tanaka. sorry about what happened a couple of days ago." fuji greeted, plopping himself next to ryunnosuke.
"it's alright, so why did you invite me here?" the other asked, annoyance welcoming his face. in reality, though, ryunnosuke's heart fluttered at the thought of fuji confessing to him.
"pardon? you invited me here" fuji replied, pulling out is letter from earlier.
ryunnosuke then showed his own letter, showing "TANAKA" plastered on it.
fuji thought for a couple of minutes, and then realised; it must have been his friends, no wonder they were whispering at the back for a while.
he did not say anything though, and decided to take the opportunity, like how keido would have wanted.
"never mind that then, could i tell you something?" fuji quietly asked. ryunnosuke nodded, "go ahead."
"so, erm, would you like to go... i dunno, like a restaurant, or a cafe?" he, sheepishly, invited. the other noticed how fuji was fidgeting and shuffling his feet.
"are you suggesting a date, tadao?" ryunnosuke replied, smirking as he watched fuji's face turn red.
"of course not! unless if you want to, i mean." fuji rapidly denied. he frantically waved his arms around in embarrassment, the rosy hue on his soft cheeks turning even brighter.
it drew ryunnosuke in; in a way, it was enchanting. the way fuji's ahoge bounced as he would turn his head, how soft fuji's hands and cheeks seemed so soft to the touch; oh, how he longed for him. the boy would not admit it, but ryunnosuke has been waiting for a miracle like this to happen.
"don't worry about it. it's a date." he smiled, taking fuji by surprise.
"FINALLY! ALL THAT SETTING UP WASN'T FOR NOTHING!" a girl's voice exclaimed, from afar.
fuji whipped his head toward the sound. only then did he spot keido and takeo's clothes behind the trees.
"what are you doing here!!" fuji screamed. he jumped to his feet.
"oh my fucking god, I'M GONNA KILL YOU TWO! GET BACK HERE!" he shouted, as he ran straight at them.
ryunnosuke was equally bothered, but remained his composure.
CONTEXT : baking with mitsuri went a lil’ wrong :’)
REQUEST : hello !! can i please request for a mitsuri x reader , preferably fluff ?? thanks !!
GENRE : fluff
recently, mitsuri was interested in baking with western recipes. as her s/o, she offered for you to help her; of course, you could not say no, it is mitsuri after all.
what she wanted to bake was a strawberry tart. a tasty recipe with strawberries, pastry crust and crème pâtissière. what could go wrong?
oh did she say that too soon. it all started with the crust; it got burnt due to lack of supervision. then, the eggs in the crème pâtissière cooked too quickly. afterwards, you and mitsuri had a flour-fight. in conclusion, it was chaos.
however, mitsuri did not mind. what mattered to her was that you both had a good time and made a nice memory out of it. she can still remember the laughter that echoed your home, while you ran away from her with flour in her hand.
“that's it! i'll get you back for this; you'll get turned into a ghost!”
it has been a couple of months since then. you have gotten better and baking, fortunately. nowadays one of you two will remind the other and giggle at the fond memory.
spoilers about gyomei’s backstory , slight angst if you squint
you helped gyomei take care of the nine children
until one day
one of them put out the wisteria incense.
the others abandoned you, gyomei and sayo
they got eaten
you protected the infant while he beat the demon until sunrise
by morning, the police arrested gyomei and sentenced him to death
so everyday until his sentence, you would visit his cell and talk to him
of course he appreciated it and knew you did nothing wrong
it was a regular sunday
gyomei was waiting, expecting another visit from you
but the presence in front of him was different to yours
long and behold, it was ubuyashiki
he freed gyomei from his fate and he went on to become a demon slayer
of course you followed his path and you both became strong pillars
(i’d think you’re around top 5)
years later, gyomei started to take note how his heart rate would quicken around you, how he’d get flustered easily when you were there and how much you’d be on his mind
so he visited the butterfly mansion to see kocho
she giggled and explained to him that he liked you romantically
so, gyomei waited for the right moment to tell you
which was tea with you next week
a week goes by 🧚♀️
as you’re drinking your tea, he spoke
“y/n, thank you for being with me this whole time.”
“no problem! it’s always calming being with you, gyomei!”
THE WAY YOU MAKE HIS HEART FLUTTER 🙌🏻
“i recently went to kocho-san’s estate.”
“oh really? what for?”
“my heart beats faster whenever i’m around you, you’re always on my mind and i always seem to feel a bit flustered with you. kocho told me that it was because i like you, romantically.”
you dropped your teacup the second he said those words
gyomei was honestly really worried
but then you admitted you liked him back
he’s definitely relieved
but a small sense of insecurity overwhelms him when you guys get into a relationship
would him being blind be disadvantageous for you?
would his intimidating stature bother those around you?
those feelings soon diminished after you showered him in your love <3
it’s a must that you have at least 1 cat in your shared estate
you’re both seen as parental figures to genya, shinobu, kanae and muichiro
context : sanemi angrily saves you, his s / o , from an oni attack, however you become frightened .
a/n : someone requested this , but i deleted my draft on accident and couldn’t stop crying about it for a week :’)
“ how do you like that ? bitch ! ” sanemi shouted as the demon slowly disintegrated .
the man didn’t understand what went through him as he witnessed the oni’s claws lightly pierced through your delicate skin . how dare they ?!
with swift but powerful attacks , sanemi beheads the demon easily . additionally , he made sure they hurt . excruciatingly .
as the savage beast screamed in anger and crumbled into nothing , sanemi quickly turned to you .
“ are you alright ? ” he gruffly asks , reaching his hand toward you . to his surprise , you flinch and slowly back away .
sanemi’s feelings were hurt beyond words . his own s / o , scared of him ? he suddenly had memories of his father . the man he hated the most . the man that ruined their lives . the man that made his dear mother suffer .
was he like that monster ? he couldn’t of had been , right ?
to his demise , your reaction said otherwise ( see how i rhymed there 😏 ) .
tears began to gush out of his eyes without him realising . he staggered towards you , eyes blurry from the constant and flowing tears .
“ i - i’m sorry ! for whatever i’ve done to make you feel like this toward me , i’m sorry ! ”
sanemi felt weak and vulnerable saying and acting like that , but right now and especially with you , he couldn’t care any less . all he wanted was to feel your warmth , your kindness , your kisses ; your love .
you quickly realise your reaction and ran towards him , engulfing him into a tight and secure hug . he returned it immediately , and cried in your shoulder as you gently stroked his hair .
Hcs For Sanemi , Giyu, Rengoku And Uzui With a Male reader
sanemi, giyu, rengoku and uzui x male! reader headcanons (separate)
author’s note ✍️: hello! thank you for being my first request. i hope you like these <3
sanemi shinaguzawa
you are the [B/C] hashira. when you arrived to your first pillar meeting, sanemi didn’t really care much
he mainly just wanted to know; are you worth your title?
he soon discovers when you two are paired for a mission
of course sanemi did not like it. he prefers solo missions rather than paired ones.
until you decapitated a demon.
it was indeed, very intimidating and powerful.
the demon could manipulate the earth; creating spikes that would surge from the ground.. etc.
sanemi struggled to behead the oni.
though you managed to do it efficiently
you immediately gained his respect
and extra training sessions with him on wednesdays
as your strength grows while training, so does a crush
he soon figures out he likes you. he’s no dumbass
but he avoids you to “eradicate” these feelings
long and behold, it doesn’t work.
sanemi is really blunt. so he would confess while you’re in the middle of a daily task.
“i like you.” you would’ve choked on your food or on your own saliva even.
you admitted that you reciprocated his feelings
this boy just smirked like, 😳
sanemi would tease you CONSTANTLY
like
“hey lover boy” or “hi handsome”
if you were flirty as well, you would tease him back
HE DOESN’T LIKE IT LMAO
he also death glares anyone who looks at you wrong or tries to flirt. he’d put his arm over your shoulder
he prefers pda when it’s just the two of you
like lying down on the bed + cuddling
he likes putting his hand through your hair even if it’s short
if you do it, he will ASCEND
his weak spot is when you train 😍
like when you get all sweaty and you push the hair out of your face + your clothes stick to your muscles
he will literally ✨look the other way✨
‘cause he doesn’t want you to see him all red
in short, a relationship with sanemi would be chaotic but also pretty calm
like you guys are could be aggressively flirting with each other then you guys are just cuddling in silence for hours on end.
giyu tomioka
you were sabito’s little brother by like a 1 year age difference
you would often accompany your older brother and his friend’s adventures, games etc.
however that changed
when you figured out only giyu came back home after the final selection
you both were devastated
you knew his sister died so having his best friend dying added more to the guilt and grief he had.
giyu could also understand losing a sibling
you both comforted each other
and then giyu went off to become a demon slayer
you wrote many letters to him
surprisingly he wrote back
he told you that he became a hashira, to which you congratulated him for
about a year or two later, he found out that you’re the new [b/c] pillar
definitely was ecstatic
but also very worried
he valued you more than his own life
and being a demon slayer means that you could die any day
you reassured him and promised that you would stay
couple months later, you guys were inseparable
when you guys are available, you would always get [f/f] and simmered salmon with daikon
and you’d often defend giyu when shinobu made comments
he slowly, but surely, started to develop feelings
and he confessed you with a letter
it was very short
but you knew he meant it
you didn’t write back and instead went to his estate
and told him that you reciprocated his feelings
our boy giyu definitely short-circuited
but then vowed to make sure that you would never get hurt
he also, like sanemi, prefers pda with just the two of you
but he’ll hold pinkies with you in public
if someone looked at you wrong, he would stare them down until they cower away
a relationship with giyu is all the way calm, however you put in a bit of effort to help him open up to you and make sure that he doesn’t doubt himself over anything.
kyojuro rengoku
you are a civilian in a town
one day kyojuro had a mission there
he decapitated the demon with ease, however you were injured (a broken arm and leg)
he took you to the town’s doctor and they took care of you from there
you admired his courage and bright aura, so you became friends with him
he wrote to you often, and on special occasions he would visit you
years later (he’s a hashira now), he began to look deeply forward to writing to you or seeing you
he just dismissed it as “close friend instincts”
jokes on him, he was wrong 🤡
he consulted the love pillar, and asked her about it
she confirmed that it was love and that she wished him good luck
once he knew, he marched straight to your town, to your house
being blunt and to the point, he shouted
“I LIKE YOU Y/N-KUN!”
everyone in the town heard (they ship it >:))) )
you were very flustered
and you admitted that you reciprocated his feelings
he was BEAMING <3
kyojuro ADORES pda
public? private? perfect 👍🏻
if you don’t like one of them? that’s fine :D
he would also ask about your boundaries often
honestly kyojuro would be the perfect boyfriend
and he thinks that you’re the best boyfriend there is too!
if someone was looking at you wrong
he would politely tell them to back off
god forbid if they don’t listen
in short, having him as a boyfriend would be the BEST experience ever
he’s a gentleman
tengen uzui
you are a shinobi (your family doesn’t practice polygamy)
you knew tengen back when he was a shinobi himself
you stuck with him through thick and through thin
probably one of the main reasons why he starts liking you
before he’d be like “if y/n-kun was a girl i would totally marry him”
now he’s like, “why can’t i just marry him?”
he appreciated how you stuck with him, even if he abandoned his occupation as a shinobi
or how you always made him feel alive
so he asked you to marry him while you came over to his house
he asked his wives beforehand
they all said yes 🙌🏻
you paused, for like, a minute or so
the wives all thought you died or something
you then slowly nodded
everyone celebrated
maybe suma a lil’ too much
makio whacked her on the head ;(
tengen really enjoys pda
and would still respect you if you preferred another
cuddling would be the best thing ever
because you have tengen, makio, suma AND hinatsuru
massive w
every single date would be flamboyant
he WILL melt when he sees you and the girls getting along
too cute ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
being tengen’s husband is exhilarating and comforting ✨
hello everyone ! my name is chloé (or peanut), and i write fanfics for fun
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~ i'm a minor. keep that heavily in mind please.
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