So’lek Headcanons — as a romantic partner (SFW edition) 🪼
Disclaimer: These headcanons reflect my reading of So’lek, shaped by canon, in-game context, and things I’ve seen others point out about his character. They’re not meant to overwrite anyone else’s interpretation.
I have a few more posts like these planned so stay tuned.
Also I have not included anything pregnancy related in this post since I plan to do one solely for that. 😈
As always, happy reading!
Love language: action over words
One thing I’m very firm on: So’lek’s primary love language is acts of service and gift giving.
Not words. Not public affection. Action. So’lek isn’t someone who talks a lot. He shows care by doing.
Having spent so much time alone—and isolating himself for years, as mentioned in the comics—he learned to survive independently, and to express attachment in practical, grounded ways.
Acts of service
He fixes things without being asked.
He prepares your gear before a mission.
He makes sure you’ve eaten, rested, and are properly equipped—never announcing it.
Protection is instinctive. He positions himself between you and danger automatically.
This is how he says “I care.”
Gift giving
He brings you things he noticed you needed—or wanted—but never mentioned again.
Gifts are practical or meaningful: a tool, a charm, something crafted, something useful.
He remembers small preferences. If you like something once, it stays filed away.
He doesn’t give often—but when he does, it’s intentional.
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Physical affection: slow, private, intentional
Physical contact does not come easily to him. He does like it—but only with his S.O., and only after trust is fully established.
It takes time before he feels comfortable initiating touch. He is not affectionate in public. Affection is personal, not performative.
He doesn’t mind:
holding hands
standing close
quiet, grounding contact
But don’t expect him to be constantly touching you or clinging to you. When he does initiate touch, it’s deliberate—and it means everything.
Emotional subtext
For So’lek, love is presence, consistency, and reliability. He shows up. Every time. He doesn’t overwhelm—but he doesn’t leave. If he chooses you, he chooses you fully—just quietly.
Craving affection (quietly, never spoken)
After a while—once he’s more used to physical closeness, once touch no longer feels foreign—I think So’lek starts to crave it.
He just never allows himself to ask. You see it instead.
In the way he stays closer than necessary. In how his fingers absentmindedly play with yours. In how your hand somehow always ends up resting against his back when you’re lying down. He doesn’t initiate in obvious ways—but he positions himself.
You’re crafting, focused on your work, and at some point you realize you’re sitting on his lap without remembering how you got there.
He rests his forehead or cheek against your shoulder, eyes lowered, watching your hands move—quiet, still, grounded by the rhythm of you.
He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t shift. He just stays. It’s not possessive. It’s not needy.
It’s regulated closeness—the kind he allows himself only when he knows he’s safe.
I genuinely think it takes a long time before anything sexual happens between So’lek and his S.O.—and that feels intentional, not awkward or repressed.
Na’vi & sexuality (in general)
I don’t see Na’vi culture as hyper-sexual the way humans often are.
Sex likely happens naturally and without shame, possibly even casually depending on the clan—but it still carries emotional and spiritual weight.
It’s not just a “fun night activity”; it means something, even when it’s not permanent. So intimacy isn’t rushed—it’s contextual.
So’lek specifically
I don’t think So’lek is a virgin—but I also don’t think he’s especially experienced. He’s had enough experience to understand intimacy, vulnerability, and connection. Relationships were never his priority. Survival, duty, and isolation came first.
Why it takes time with his S.O.
Sex is a major act of vulnerability for him.
He associates it with trust, emotional exposure, and letting his guard down—and after living closed-off for so long, that doesn’t come easily.
Before anything physical:
He needs emotional safety.
He needs consistency.
He needs to believe this connection won’t disappear once he opens himself.
Why it takes even more time with his S.O.
It takes even longer because they’re meant to stay.
A passing connection—someone met while traveling, surviving, moving through different places—doesn’t carry the same weight. There’s less permanence. Less at stake.
But with his S.O., everything is different. This isn’t temporary. This isn’t circumstantial. This is someone who will remain.
Because of that:
He’s more careful.
He moves slower.
He thinks further ahead.
He knows that once he crosses that line with someone who’s staying, it will change the bond permanently. Emotions, expectations, and futures become intertwined—and he doesn’t take that lightly.
For So’lek, waiting isn’t hesitation. It’s intention. He doesn’t delay because he doesn’t want them. He delays because he does.
How he approaches intimacy
Slowly.
Deliberately.
No rushing, no pressure.
He needs to feel fully comfortable—and for his partner to be comfortable too.
When it finally happens, it’s quiet, intimate, and deeply meaningful to him.
For So’lek, sex isn’t about release or habit. It’s about choosing someone completely.
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Tsaheylu & Commitment
I don’t think So’lek would feel the need to perform tsaheylu before engaging in sexual intimacy.
Not because sex is meaningless to him—but because sex and tsaheylu are not the same kind of bond.
Sex vs. tsaheylu
Sex is sacred to him—but tsaheylu is sacred in a different way.
Tsaheylu represents permanence, spiritual intertwining, and long-term commitment.
It’s not a prerequisite for intimacy—it’s a choice about the future.
Sex carries emotional value. Tsaheylu carries life-binding consequences.
A realistic warrior’s mindset
So’lek lives in constant conflict. The RDA is always a threat.
He’s painfully aware that anything can happen—to him or to someone he loves.
Because of that, he wouldn’t rush into a bond meant to last a lifetime.
Not out of fear of commitment—but out of respect for its weight.
About mating for life
I don’t think he wants to mate for life yet.
He’s realistic enough to know circumstances matter: war, survival, loss.
Whether or not Na’vi can remate after losing a bonded partner, it’s not something he would want to risk lightly.
He wouldn’t want:
to bind someone to potential grief
to bind himself when he’s not ready
to make a promise he might not be able to keep
Where he does stand
He doesn’t reject intimacy.
He doesn’t treat sex casually.
But he needs to know both partners are in the same place—emotionally and temporally.
For So’lek:
Sex = intimacy, trust, presence now
Tsaheylu = shared future, permanence, “we choose this life together”
He won’t take that step until he’s sure—not just of his feelings, but of the timing.
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Living Together & Shared Space
Once the relationship passes the point of staying over and moves toward actually living together, I think this is where So’lek becomes the most destabilized—not because he doesn’t want it, but because it challenges the way he has survived for years.
So’lek is deeply accustomed to solitude. Even at the Resistance camp, surrounded by people, he always had:
a private place
a place to retreat
somewhere that was only his
The memories of living in a family home—of shared domestic space—are distant, buried under years of isolation, loss, and self-imposed distance.
Sleeping together
Even before fully living together, I think he would struggle with sharing a bed. Not because he dislikes it—but because he’s not used to being held.
He becomes hyper-aware of your breathing.
Your arms.
Your movements, even the smallest twitches.
Not consciously. Instinctively.
Sleep doesn’t come easily when someone is that close—unless he’s utterly exhausted. Otherwise, his mind stays half-alert, half-guarded, even in moments that are meant to be soft.
It takes time before he learns that closeness doesn’t mean danger.
Being put to sleep (a habit he pretends he doesn’t need)
For a while, his S.O. would end up putting him to bed. Not in an obvious way. Not something he asks for. At first, he insists he doesn’t like it. That he’s fine. That he doesn’t need it. That he’ll fall asleep eventually.
It’s a lie.
When you trace slow, steady patterns along his back, or rest a hand there—something grounding, repetitive, quiet—his body reacts before his mind does.
His breathing slows. The tension in his shoulders eases. His thoughts finally stop circling. He doesn’t comment on it. He doesn’t acknowledge how quickly sleep finds him when you do it.
But on nights when you don’t, he takes longer to rest. He shifts more. He stays awake longer than he means to. Eventually, it becomes routine—not discussed, just understood.
He won’t admit he needs it. But if you stop too soon, his body leans into the touch without thinking. It’s not about dependence. It’s about learning that rest can be shared.
For someone who spent so long alone, letting another person guide him into sleep is one of the quietest, most vulnerable forms of trust he allows. And he never calls it comfort. But that’s exactly what it is.
Sharing space
His personal space is where he grounds himself.
It’s controlled. Predictable. Familiar.
Now you’re there.
He doesn’t hate it—but it keeps him slightly on edge.
He likes things a certain way.
He knows exactly where everything is.
Order is comfort.
So when you start settling in—redecorating, rearranging, making the space shared—it throws him off more than he expects.
He reaches for a knife that’s always been there. It’s gone. He won’t snap. He won’t complain. But it unsettles him.
Adjustment, not rejection
This isn’t resistance to you. It’s resistance to change.
Living with someone means:
giving up full control
sharing grounding rituals
allowing someone into the one place he’s always relied on alone
It takes him time to adjust—to learn that his space can still be safe, even when it’s no longer only his.
Eventually, he adapts. Quietly. Gradually.
One day, he stops flinching at movement beside him in bed. One day, your presence becomes part of what grounds him. But it’s a process.
For So’lek, love isn’t destabilizing because it’s unwanted. It’s destabilizing because it’s real.
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Jealousy
So’lek isn’t the jealous type—but he is very observant.
He notices when someone lingers too long. When interest shifts from casual to intentional—especially when you’re not bonded.
He won’t make a scene. He has too much pride.
Instead, he stands closer. Angles his body between you and them. His presence becomes unmistakable without being aggressive—sharper if it’s a man, softer if it’s a woman.
When you indulge the attention
If you indulge the other person—even casually—So’lek won’t comment on it in the moment.
He won’t interrupt. He won’t correct it publicly. He won’t make it awkward.
But you might catch it for just a second. His tail thrashing once in irritation before he stills it again.
A brief, involuntary tell—gone as quickly as it appears. He files it away. He waits until you’re alone.
And even then, he doesn’t confront you directly—unless what you did was clearly inappropriate. If it crossed a line, he will say something. Calmly. Firmly. No raised voice. No dramatics.
But if it didn’t quite cross that line? He gets… petty.
He pouts without admitting it.
He makes quiet, snarky remarks.
He answers shorter than usual.
He might even avoid you a little—not to punish, but to cool off.
What he won’t do is retaliate. He won’t flirt with someone else to make a point. He won’t stoop to doing the same thing back. He’s not a vengeful man.
He already carries enough revenge in his life. So instead, he sulks. Quietly. With dignity. And eventually—when he’s had time to settle—he comes back, steady as ever.
Because for So’lek, conflict isn’t something to win. It’s something to resolve without breaking trust. If you catch on to his behavior and call it out, he’ll deny it.
A short shake of his head. A quiet “It’s nothing.” No explanation. No elaboration.
But if you apologize—softly, sincerely—he doesn’t argue. He just nods. And somehow, almost immediately, his mood shifts.
The tension eases. His shoulders settle. His responses come easier, warmer. He doesn’t make a show of forgiving you. He doesn’t ask for reassurance.
The apology was never about blame—it was about being seen. He needed to know you noticed. That you cared enough to acknowledge it.
And once that’s done, he lets it go. For So’lek, resolution isn’t loud or dramatic. It’s quiet acceptance—and moving forward together.
He knows you’re friendlier than him. Or at least, you come across that way—open, warm, easy to approach. He understands why people gravitate toward you. It’s hard not to.
And he knows that isn’t your fault.
That understanding is part of why he doesn’t accuse, doesn’t blame, doesn’t demand change. His irritation was never about mistrust—it was about instinct, about boundaries, about something brushing too close to what he protects.
Once he reminds himself of that, the edge fades. He doesn’t need you to dim yourself to soothe him. He just needs to know you’re aware.
And when you are—when you meet his quiet tension with reassurance instead of defensiveness—he settles back into himself, steady and present again.
For So’lek, trust isn’t built by control. It’s built by recognition. And that’s enough.
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Conflict & Arguments
So’lek doesn’t like to fight—but he is stubborn. If an argument happens, he starts calm. Controlled.
But you can see it anyway—in his body language. The way his jaw tightens. The way he goes still when he’s annoyed.
He doesn’t yell. But he won’t let you yell at him either.
He doesn’t take bullshit, and he won’t be spoken to without respect. If voices rise, he shuts the situation down—not aggressively, just firmly. Grounded. Final.
During conflict
He stays composed, even when irritated.
He listens—but he doesn’t immediately bend.
He can be petty if he’s convinced he’s in the right.
If he tells himself he was justified, it can take him a long time to come around.
Unless you apologize. And it has to be sincere. He hates half-hearted apologies.
No deflection. No excuses. No “I’m sorry, but—”. If you mean it, he accepts it quietly and moves forward.
Brushing things off
More often than not, he prefers to brush things off and act like it never happened. He doesn’t enjoy rehashing conflict, and he doesn’t hold grudges over small things.
Unless it’s big.
If it’s something that genuinely hurt him, he won’t pretend it didn’t happen. He might withdraw instead—processing on his own before deciding what to do with it.
Who apologizes first
He’s stubborn—but not cruel.
If his anger fades and you’re still upset, he might be the one to flinch first and apologize, even if he still believes he was partly in the right. Not because he thinks he failed—but because he values resolution more than being technically correct.
But if he’s 100% wrong? He apologizes without hesitation. No pride games. No resentment.
Just a straightforward admission, because he doesn’t see accountability as weakness—only dishonesty.
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Breakups & Emotional Finality
If you break up with So’lek, you are—emotionally—dead to him. He doesn’t linger. He doesn’t negotiate. He doesn’t reopen doors once they’re closed.
From that point on, he will only speak to you if it’s mission-related or RDA-related. Necessary. Functional. Nothing more.
Of course, he won’t let you die. He won’t abandon someone to the enemy.
But he might not be the first to volunteer to save you. He might hesitate—just long enough to remind himself of duty before emotion. And that hesitation is the worst part.
When the breakup is mutual or mature
If the breakup happens because you both realize you’re different people, moving in different directions—if it’s honest and respectful—he accepts it.
He doesn’t resent you. He doesn’t poison the memory.
He has too much responsibility, too much war, too much purpose to waste himself on bitterness.
You become part of his past. Not erased—just finished.
When the breakup is messy
But if the breakup ends in a bad argument— If you leave in anger. If you break his trust. If you break his heart—
Beware. Not because he becomes cruel. But because he becomes cold.
He doesn’t lash out. He doesn’t seek revenge. He shuts the door and locks it from the inside.
No nostalgia. No second chances. No “we can still be friends.” He doesn’t hate you. He simply removes you from his emotional world.
And for someone who loves as quietly and deliberately as So’lek, that kind of finality is absolute. Once you’re gone, you’re gone.
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Being Cared For — Not Babied
So’lek does not like to be babied. He is a grown man.
A warrior who has seen more death than most. He didn’t earn the name dog-tagged warrior by being fragile.
Being talked down to, coddled, or treated like he doesn’t know what he’s doing irritates him quickly. Not loudly—but deeply. Undermining him is one of the fastest ways to lose his respect.
That doesn’t mean he rejects tenderness. It just means tenderness must never erase his dignity.
Affection vs. infantilization
He does enjoy:
slow mornings spent tangled together
being cuddled or snuggled when the world is quiet.
whispered words, soft kisses, hands in his hair or tracing his back
That kind of affection doesn’t diminish him—it grounds him.
What he won’t tolerate is being treated like:
a child who needs constant guidance
someone incapable of understanding
a brute who survives on instinct alone
He may not know everything—especially when it comes to technology—but he is not stupid. He learns quickly, observes carefully, and adapts with precision.
Respect is non-negotiable
Care for him by standing beside him, not over him. Support him without correcting his every move. Offer help—don’t impose it.
He accepts softness when it comes from equality. He rejects it when it comes from condescension. Because So’lek is not something to be protected from himself.
He is a warrior who chooses gentleness—and that choice deserves respect.
Especially when you’re younger than him
This matters even more if you’re younger than him.
So’lek is already conscious of the age difference—of experience, of authority, of the things he’s seen that you haven’t. The last thing he wants is for that gap to turn into condescension.
Affection is welcome. Gentleness is welcome. But talking down to him isn’t.
If you baby him—even unintentionally—it hits a nerve. Not because he feels threatened, but because it undermines the respect he needs to feel secure in the relationship. He refuses to be reduced to something fragile just because he allows himself to be soft with you.
He knows you may be younger. He knows you may be gentler, warmer, more expressive. That doesn’t give you the right to diminish him.
Treat him as:
a partner, not a project
a warrior, not a wounded animal
a man who chooses tenderness, not one who needs managing
When affection comes from equality, he melts into it. When it slips into patronizing, he pulls back—quietly, immediately. Because to So’lek, love only works when respect runs both ways.
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Reassurance, Trust & Emotional Independence
You can’t be someone who lives in a constant need for reassurance.
So’lek knows he’s attractive. He’s not arrogant about it—but he’s not oblivious either. And more importantly, he has proven himself more than once to be loyal. Consistently. Quietly. Without theatrics.
He doesn’t undermine your feelings. If you have a valid reason to feel jealous, he understands it.
He might even like it a little—not the insecurity, but the honesty. The fact that you care. But if he’s convinced you’re seeing problems where there aren’t any, he won’t like that.
Where the line is
He will reassure you once.
Maybe twice.
He’ll be clear. Direct. Grounded. You’re allowed to feel. You’re allowed to ask.
But after a point, it becomes redundant—and that’s where his patience thins.
Not because he doesn’t care, but because:
he refuses to constantly defend his integrity
he won’t be punished for faithfulness
he doesn’t have the time—or desire—to manage endless doubt
He has a war to fight. A cause to protect. Responsibilities bigger than soothing imagined threats.
What he needs instead
Trust. Not blind trust—but earned trust that’s allowed to exist without constant testing.
He wants a partner who can stand on their own emotionally. Someone who doesn’t need him to repeatedly prove what he’s already shown through action.
For So’lek, reassurance is something you give when it’s needed— not something you live inside of. And once he’s shown you who he is, he expects you to believe him.
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Tears, Emotional Expression & Boundaries
So’lek doesn’t like crybabies.
Time and experience have hardened him too much for that. He doesn’t cry often himself, and he’s not comfortable with displays of emotion that feel exaggerated, performative, or purposeless.
That said—he also doesn’t lack empathy.
The first time you cry in front of him
The first time he sees you cry as his partner, it hits him hard. He doesn’t know what to do with it.
He can’t just pat your back and say “everything will be fine”—that feels empty to him. If he comforts you, he needs to mean it, to show you that he understands your pain, not just dismiss it with words.
So he hesitates. He watches. He grounds himself before he reaches for you. Not because he doesn’t care—but because he cares enough to want to do it right.
Emotional ≠ crybaby
If you’re an emotional person, that’s different.
So’lek understands that people experience and express emotions at different intensities. He respects that.
It’s okay if you:
shed a tear after a hunt, out of respect for the prey
cry when seeing old friends
react strongly to grief, relief, or genuine overwhelm
Those tears make sense to him. They’re rooted in meaning.
Where he draws the line
What he doesn’t tolerate is crying over nothing.
crying for attention
crying to deflect responsibility
crying because he said something mildly upsetting (within reason)
crying to win an argument
If tears are used as a tool, he notices. And he doesn’t like it.
If he knows you to be emotional and you cry during an argument out of frustration, he won’t hold it against you. He understands emotional overflow.
But if you cry strategically—expecting him to flinch, back down, or take the blame just because you’re upset—he shuts down immediately.
That’s not vulnerability. That’s emotional manipulation. And he doesn’t live for it.
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Borrowing, Boundaries & Respect
If you’re going to borrow something from So’lek, you need to ask. It’s not about possessiveness. It’s about respect.
If he doesn’t need the item, he’ll let you borrow it without hesitation. And if it’s something small, easy to replace, or not particularly meaningful to him, he might even tell you to keep it. But asking comes first.
His things are his
So’lek is very clear on this:
his belongings are his, and assuming access to them without permission is disrespectful.
Borrowing without asking irritates him.
Borrowing and not returning things irritates him more.
Not because he’s materialistic—but because his things represent:
order
autonomy
control over what little space he truly owns
Taking without asking crosses a line.
With his S.O.
If you’re his S.O., he’s more flexible—but the boundary still exists.
The first time it happens, he says nothing.
The second time, he’ll gently suggest you ask next time.
If it happens more than that, you’re having a sit-down conversation about boundaries.
Calm. Direct. Non-negotiable. He doesn’t take your things without asking. He doesn’t assume access to what isn’t his. So he expects the same respect in return.
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Appearance, Effort & Practicality
So’lek is a practical man.
He doesn’t dress to impress—especially once you’re already together. Presentation has never been his priority, and he doesn’t see love as something that needs constant visual proof.
That doesn’t mean he makes no effort. It just means his effort looks different.
The kind of effort he makes
He showers more regularly. (Not that he stinks but he wants to make sure he smells decent)
He uses lightly scented soaps—nothing strong enough to give away his position.
He keeps his braids a bit more orderly.
He makes sure there’s no blood left on his vest before coming to you.
These are his versions of care. Quiet. Functional. Intentional. But don’t expect him to overhaul his appearance for you.
Style is not a performance
He won’t change the way he dresses just to be appealing. He won’t wear something impractical because it “looks nice.” He won’t sacrifice comfort, mobility, or safety for aesthetics. That’s not stubbornness—it’s survival.
He doesn’t equate effort with decoration. He equates it with readiness.
The deeper logic
This is the same reason he chose to use metal weapons. Not because they were cool. Not because they broke tradition for the sake of rebellion. But because fighting guns and metal suits with bone and wood wasn’t realistic.
He went against Eywa’s rules because it was practical—because adapting meant staying alive. And that mindset doesn’t stop at combat. So’lek doesn’t live to be admired. He lives to be effective.
If he looks presentable for you, it’s because he respects you. If he doesn’t change who he is, it’s because he respects himself. And for him, those two things are not mutually exclusive.
Effort, autonomy & common sense
That said, So’lek will never ask you to change for him.
Your style, your appearance, your way of moving through the world—those are yours. He doesn’t shape partners to fit him, and he has no interest in controlling how you present yourself.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t notice effort. He appreciates it when you choose to appeal to him—when it’s your decision, not an expectation. A different braid, cleaner gear, something subtle you know he likes.
It matters to him because it’s intentional, not because it’s required. But there’s a limit. If you’re in camp, safe, grounded, not in immediate danger—fine. If you’re on the battlefield?
Absolutely not. Putting yourself at risk for appearance is, in his eyes, reckless. And he won’t sugarcoat that.
He doesn’t admire beauty that compromises survival. He doesn’t find danger attractive. He won’t indulge choices that make you easier to hurt.
For So’lek, care is making it back alive. Effort is welcome. Autonomy is respected. But common sense is non-negotiable.
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Kissing & Quiet Affection
So’lek enjoys kissing.
He can enjoy the occasional make-out session—when you’re completely out of sight, out of danger, and certain no one will interrupt. Those moments are rare, charged, and never careless. Even then, he keeps them contained, controlled, like everything else he allows himself.
But what he actually prefers? Sweet kisses.
He would never say it out loud. He refuses to sound sappy, and he definitely won’t admit to liking something that feels soft or domestic. But it’s true.
What he melts for
Slow kisses. Unhurried ones. The kind that aren’t trying to go anywhere.
If you start kissing his face gently—his cheek, his jaw, the bridge of his nose, his temple—he melts before he can stop himself. His shoulders loosen. His breath changes. The constant tension he carries slips just enough to be noticeable.
He won’t tease you for it. He won’t stop you. He just closes his eyes and lets it happen.
Why it affects him so much
Those kisses aren’t about desire to him—they’re about care. They don’t demand anything. They don’t escalate. They don’t test his restraint. They simply exist.
And for someone who lives in constant readiness, that kind of affection feels disarming in the best way. It reminds him that closeness doesn’t always come with expectations or consequences.
What he does in return
He responds quietly. A hand settling at your waist. His forehead resting against yours. A brief, gentle kiss pressed back—never rushed, never dramatic. He won’t gush. He won’t comment.
But he’ll stay close longer than necessary afterward, like he’s grounding himself in the moment before letting it go. Because even if he’d never admit it—Those are the kisses he remembers.
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Communication & Emotional Expression
So’lek is not good at communication, especially when it comes to relationships.
Not because he doesn’t care—but because he lived alone for a long time. Long enough that silence became functional. Long enough that handling things internally felt safer, more efficient, and less risky than putting words to them.
Listening vs speaking
He is a very good listener.
If you come to him and talk about how you feel, he listens fully. He doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t minimize. He doesn’t dismiss your emotions as inconvenient or excessive. He takes them seriously.
But do not expect him to do the same. He won’t naturally volunteer his own feelings. He won’t initiate emotional conversations. He won’t sit you down to “talk things through.”
Not because he doesn’t have feelings—but because he was never taught that sharing them was necessary for survival.
How he handles his own emotions
So’lek processes internally. He observes. He reflects. He adjusts his behavior rather than explaining it.
If something bothers him, he’ll try to endure it quietly first. Then longer. Then longer still. He convinces himself it’s manageable, that it doesn’t need to be said, that it will pass.
And sometimes it does.
When he finally speaks
He will only bring something up when it reaches a point he can no longer tolerate.
By the time he says something:
he has already thought about it extensively
he has already tried to adapt
he has already decided it matters enough to risk discomfort
That’s why, when he finally speaks, it often sounds blunt or abrupt. Not because he’s angry—but because this is the end point of a long internal process you never saw.
He doesn’t ease into it. He doesn’t test the waters. He states it plainly and expects it to be taken seriously.
What this means for a relationship
Being with So’lek means understanding that:
silence doesn’t equal indifference
lack of verbal reassurance doesn’t equal lack of care
emotional restraint isn’t emotional absence
He expresses commitment through consistency, not conversation.
If you need him to open up, it won’t happen because you push—it happens because he feels safe enough to stop containing himself. And even then, it will be brief. Measured. Carefully chosen.
For So’lek, speaking about his feelings isn’t cathartic. It’s exposing. So when he does it at all, it means he’s reached a level of trust he doesn’t offer lightly.
But it was a request for Red Leader!Tord right after the accident— reader is his longtime friend and the head medic of the army and has to help him patch up right after the incident, including dealing with his arm.
I’ve never really written angst before, so this should be fun!!
Angst? Angst-ish? I dunno. I heart hurt/comfort. Happy ending for everybody but Tord’s arm ❤️
I actually really enjoyed writing this, I had to do a little bit of research but it was okay. I love writing for Tord.
WARNING!!
Reader amputates Tord’s arm in the back of a car after the accident. Mildly yucky. More realistic depiction of the effects of a literal explosion than were featured in the show.
extreme medical malpractice but it’s to prevent necrosis so I guess it’s okay.
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The car came to a halt a little bit away from the cliffside. Tord stood, unmoving, close to the edge, overlooking the townscape below. The house he’d grown to love, that he himself had laid to ruin out of his own free will. That old life had to end. It was inevitable.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins, temporarily dampening the pain that would be searing straight through the right side of his body otherwise.
He was burnt. Bleeding. Disfigured. His right eye would barely open, and his right arm was almost completely numb, save for a dull stinging sensation. He could hear nothing but ringing and blood pumping in his ears from the explosion of his giant robot.
Three figures got out of the car— red soldiers. His right hand men, Paul and Patryck, and his longtime friend (and trusted medic), [Y/N].
His brain was still reeling. Emotions were prickling underneath every inch of his skin— irritation, annoyance, rage at the fact that his plan was foiled, and something else. Something he couldn’t quite put his mangled right index finger on.
Fear. Just the tiniest bit.
Paul and Patryck did their best to salvage parts for some project they were working on while [Y/N] rushed over to Tord’s side.
He didn’t even look at them. He didn’t want to look at anyone. He didn’t want to look at anything. He wanted to go back to the Red Army base and focus on anything else than his rather brutal failure. Hatch a new plan. Plot something else.
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a voice.
“Tord, hey. Are you in there?” [Y/N] asked, waving their hand in front of his face.
He just nodded.
“Let me take a look at your arm.” They said, more as a demand than a suggestion. Tord couldn’t even lift his right arm, clinging it to his side with his left hand as if it were falling off. It kind of was.
Police and fire truck sirens sounded in the background, cutting through Tord’s quiet brooding with an aggravating volume.
Paul spoke up. “We need to get out of here quickly.”
“Here, I can help you to the car.” [Y/N] said, hooking his good arm over their shoulder and leading him. He was silent, still internally brooding over his loss.
They helped him haul himself into the car. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, trying not to put his weight on his right side. He was slowly snapping out of the haze he was in, noticing the sheer amount of blood staining his clothes and the way his arm had begun to sting and stab, the pain worsening as the adrenaline wore off.
Paul and Patryck got into the front seat, and [Y/N] and Tord were in the back, not even seatbelted in. Silently, [Y/N] reached for Tord’s right arm.
“Jesus..” They breathed, taking in the sight of it. His right arm was nearly maimed— stinking of singed flesh and body hair, blood seeping out of multiple spots. The entire right side of his body was relatively worse-for-wear, burns and caked-on blood licking and curling around his flesh.
“This has to come off.” They said.
It was as if someone had slapped Tord across the face with a seven-pound bag of ice.
“What?”
“It’s a six-hour trip back to the base, Tord. Your arm is beyond salvageable— you can’t move it, and the longer it’s open and bleeding like that, the higher the chance for sepsis or necrosis. It has to come off.” They explained, a tone of assertiveness in their voice mixing with sweet sympathy.
Tord was silent, contemplating. His mind was still a little fuzzy, but he knew [Y/N] knew what they were talking about.
He gave a dazed nod, willing to do what it took to preserve his life. Even if that meant doing this.
[Y/N]’s expression wavered. They looked solemn and sympathetic, but determined. “Okay. You face your body to the window of the car, and I’ll…… finish this off.” They said.
Tord stayed silent for another moment. His arm was throbbing, now, and it felt like it was stinging and burning all over. That’s when he realized it was barely even hanging on. The bones had been nearly shattered in the explosion and the impact with the ground, and it was essentially hanging on by a thread— a few thick tendons and some heavily damaged muscle were all that really held his arm together about halfway down his bicep.
He nodded. They had to do what they had to do— even if that meant severing Tord’s arm in the back of a dinky car.
[Y/N] watched Tord’s face flash with emotions they swear they’d never seen him express before. “It’ll be okay, Tord. We’ll figure this all out— but your arm can’t be saved. It has to go.” They repeated.
“I’m going to have to cut and pull.”
Tord went pale. They’d never seen him do that before. They assumed he was just in too much shock to react properly. All he did was swallow thickly and nod.
“Just get it over with.” He said through gritted teeth, his accent thickened by the stress of the awful state he was in.
[Y/N] nodded, grabbing their pocket knife out of their pants. Tord winced, looking away from them and trying not to think too hard.
It was over in a flash. A few wet pops, a snap. An involuntary yell tore its way through Tord’s throat as [Y/N] cut through flesh, veins, muscle. With his left hand, he was gripping [Y/N]’s forearm, his nails digging into their skin and leaving little indents.
After it had ended, Tord went limp, laying across the back seats of the car, his newfound stump of an arm dangling over the side of the seat as the remains of what it had once been flopped onto the floor. He choked back a sob and a wave of pain-induced nausea.
He didn’t move. He couldn’t. He gasped out heaving, labored breaths between gagging, badly-repressed sobs, and anguished groaning as [Y/N] stitched his stump shut without any medicated solace.
Sweaty, sick, clammy, cold, and pale. That’s all the great Red Leader was reduced to for a short time. He was panting, he couldn’t stop gagging, he couldn’t stop the tears that spilled relentlessly, involuntarily, from his exhausted eyes, and he certainly couldn’t stop the searing pain that was making his body shake.
Eventually, he’d gotten so overwhelmingly drained of energy (and blood) that he went mostly quiet. He was fading in and out of consciousness— whether it was from the pain or from exhaustion was anybody’s guess. He slumped against [Y/N], nearly motionless.
All they could do was hold him. He wasn’t speaking. He wasn’t moving save for his shallow, ragged breathing and the occasional dry-heave. It wasn’t like him at all. He seemed like an empty shell of himself.
Then again, it also wasn’t typically like him to get a limb amputated because of a freak accident.
[Y/N] looked down at him slightly as he leaned all of his weight on them. They shifted in their seat a little, propping themself back against the car door, guiding Tord to lay on his left side against them.
An hour or two like this passed, the car in complete silence aside from Tord making the occasional quiet, pained noise. He’d had calmed down a little. He was hurting so incredibly bad, but despite the rather unfortunate circumstances, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the care and contact his closest companions were providing. Paul and Patryck’s not-so-occasional concerned looks from the front seats did not go unnoticed.
He swallowed hard, closing his eye and letting himself lean completely into [Y/N]. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the tenderness of the moment. He was a bloody, burnt, ugly mess, his blood staining their clothes and his fist still clenched tightly around their shirt—
And yet, here they were. Holding him close nonetheless. He opened his eye, looking up. Their worried eyes were nearly boring into his soul.
As they saw his gaze shift, their expression melted into something soft. Something sweet. Something sad.
“Hey.”
He didn’t respond for a second, as if mulling over whether it was worth the effort.
“Hey.” He choked out, his voice hoarse.
“How…… how’re you feeling?” They asked hesitantly. Their hand moved gingerly to his head, stroking gentle circles against his crown with their thumb.
“Like I just had my arm torn off.” He said with a dry laugh, like it wasn’t really all that funny.
But it really wasn’t. They both knew that.
Slowly, their hand continued to move, gliding up and down his back in an attempt to try and soothe him by any means possible.
“Thank you.” He said suddenly. [Y/N] didn’t need to pry— they knew what it was about. The care. The gentleness of it all. The way they tried their best to help him even if it was sometimes disturbing, like it had been when they’d amputated his arm.
Speaking of, that old thing was still sitting on the floor of the car. Just so you know.
[Y/N] simply hummed and nodded.
“Of course, Tord.” They replied.
And without thinking, as if it were the most natural instinct in the world, they leaned down and placed a small kiss on the top of his head.
They didn’t pull their head away from his after the kiss, simply opting to rest their cheek against the top of his head instead.
Adjusting was going to be difficult, and Tord knew that. However, he also knew he had [Y/N]. He recoiled internally at the rather corny and cliché revelation, but he knew it was true.
And that made his new situation feel just a little more bearable.
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A/N:: Did I mix a little bit of his fanon personality in there? Maybe.
IDGAF I kinda loved this actually. Like let me give this man some sweet sweet TLC
Who ordered the yappachino?? Nobody! It’s complimentary!
Whoa guys! Lots of new requests recently… (and also super old requests that I’ve been putting off for… way too long!!)
I’m gonna be 100% straight with y’all (happy pride month, by the way,) I’ve been going through some kind of evil brain episode for like, a month.
Here’s what’s in the works currently! In no particular order:
- Blue Diamond x human female reader who is Steven's close friend
- Pearl and Lapis fics (lumped together in one post, but separate)
- Aoyama X Reader
- platonic class 1A x 3rd year reader dying in a fight
- SBR cast with tall reader
- Red Leader bath time nsfw whatever
- 2 Jasper fics
- Bucciarati’s gang as pirates (not X reader)
- Josuke/Jotaro/Kakyoin/Rohan x reader (lumped together but separate)
It’s a lot! It is going to take a while! My schedule is slammed the next 3-ish days because I’m getting ready for my 17th Birthday!!!! But after that I promise promise promise I’ll be posting more often.
I also will be on hiatus between June 22-28th as well as July 20-August 8 for very demanding marching band camps. (I’m trying out for Drum Major! Yay me!)
It’s hard balancing being almost crazy and family time and my boyfriend and my friends and my job and being a good mother to my (marching band) kids and my small nail and jewelry businesses and also writing. But I’ll do it anyways!! What is a good writer without a jam-packed evil schedule?
Okay. Enough of me rambling. Love yall!! Thank you for your patience and support <3
While I’ve been busy not writing fanfic I found time in my schedule to enjoy Deltarune chapter 3. Once I finish getting through it, I’m definitely adding the DR cast to my character list.
I am working on your requests I SWEAR!! Please don’t kill me with piranhas I am getting through them.
Anyways! This isn’t an art blog but I couldn’t help myself. Mr Tenna! By me.
Jasper reacting to her S/O running their fingers through her hair?
I’ll do you one better! Here’s an entire fic. Keep the Jasper requests coming guys 😝😝
Intertwined — Jasper x Reader
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You and Jasper were on the couch together after you’d both had a particularly long day. She’d been out running errands (and consequently dealing with a lot of people she deemed “stupid” or “infuriating”) all day, and you’d just gotten off of a nine hour shift.
You were sitting on one end, nearly smooshed against the arm, and your rather large girlfriend was stretched along the length of the couch, face-down, with her face in your lap.
Your hands had just been wandering. You were just looking for something to keep your brain busy. Unconsciously, naturally even, your fingers found their way into her off-white mane of hair.
For a split second, her whole body tensed. Her fists clenched and her arms flinched upwards as if she were about to push herself off of you and jump up. You gently laid your hand on the back of her head, stroking the length of her hair softly. You interlaced your fingers in it, running them from her scalp all the way down to the ends, and then working your digits through the next little section.
She let out a long, deep sigh. The kind that relaxes every muscle you have and reminds you just how deeply you can breathe.
You continued for quite a while. She let out a contented hum when you reached the spots right above her neck or when you got a particularly bad knot out.
She shifted slightly, wrapping her huge arms around your waist and adjusting herself to be more comfortable. Your mind had started to wander, and the realization that she was letting you do this hit you. She’d glare at or threaten other people for getting too close to her— and yet, here she was, clinging to you and enjoying intimate moments like this together.
You thought about how much she must trust you. Of course, she trusted you a lot, and you knew that, but you’d never really realized just how much that meant to her. Nobody had ever loved her so quietly or so gently (or maybe even any way at all) before, and she was allowing you to show her what it was like. The genuine, loving way you treated her told her things she never thought she’d know.
That she’s worthy of being anything other than just a machine of war, an expendable asset to a bloodthirsty empire. That the “love” humans speak so fondly of is a real thing— and that it was beautiful. That she was beautiful. That life, without all of the fighting, vengeance, and conquest, was beautiful.
While you were lost in thought, your hands had paused. Jasper grumbled and said your name a few times to get your attention, her voice muffled by your thighs. You didn’t hear her, though. Her arms fell from your sides and she flipped over, facing upwards at you.
For someone who doesn’t get tired, she was sure acting like she’d been woken up from a nap prematurely. You chuckled to yourself for a second at how pouty she seemed.
“What’s so funny?” She asked sarcastically, her rough voice bringing you to attention.
“Nothing, nothing, Jasp…. I just find it kinda funny how comfortable you get when you’re with me.”
She seemed confused, her banded face scrunching up.
“What’s funny about that? We’re…. whadd’ya call ‘em…. ‘Partners’ now. I’m s’posed to be comfortable with you.”
“It’s not funny in a ‘ha ha’ kind of way— it’s funny in a way that, like, you don’t usually act like this. It’s funny because it’s not expected. Does that make sense?” You explained.
“Oh. Yeah, it does.” She said slowly. You weren’t entirely sure she’d even been listening. Her heavy-lidded eyes had been wandering your face the entire time you were speaking to her.
You two sat in silence for a minute.
“Keep doing whatever you were doing. It felt… nice.” She half-whispered.
“Please.”
You smiled and leaned down, pushing some of her hair aside and planting a kiss on her gem.
“Of course, since you asked so politely.” You teased. Jasper simply flipped back over and let you do your thing.
“You should do this more often.” She mumbled. “I don’t know what effect you have on me, Y/N, but it makes me feel…. Good.”
You knew that was the most sentimental thing you were going to get out of her, and you were sure she meant it a lot more deeply than she could express.
“Definitely noted.” You responded softly. “I’m glad I make you feel that way.”
Jasper hummed in agreement, most likely half-asleep and not fully listening. You placed another kiss on the back of her head and continued running your fingers through her hair until you two were ready to haul yourselves off to bed.
relationship headcanons for future!steven x reader? :]
Of courseee!! Thank you for requesting <3
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Future! Steven X Reader Headcanons!
— He’s very sweet and attentive. He notices any slight shift in your mood and does his best to fix it any way he can.
— He’s big on physical touch and words of affirmation. His self-esteem isn’t the lowest on the planet, but he could definitely use some positive attention. Praises, long hugs, and naps together are definitely in order.
— Even though he won’t ask for it, he craves comfort. He’s so stressed about everything that he’ll come home and seek you out after a long day. He doesn’t want to bug you by asking, so he’ll probably just stand awkwardly nearby and wait for you to finish up whatever you’re doing. When you inevitably take the hint he’s trying to drop, he’s so relieved. He’s a simple guy—just take him to the couch or the bed and scratch his scalp with your nails in silence or softly tell him about your day. He totally melts and is asleep in minutes.
— He likes simple dates, like picnics or movie nights or painting together. He prefers to do things at your house (or the Crystal Gems’ HQ)
— He’s a good boyfriend, but he works himself to the bone (as we saw in SUF) and sometimes he needs a little help keeping himself together. Giving him gentle reminders to take care of himself, reminding him to give himself breaks from time to time, and being his shoulder to cry on are unavoidable. He just needs some support.
— When he ends up in a bad state, trying to talk him down, having him do breathing exercises, or just gently holding him usually do the trick.
— He is SO CHEESY. He’ll shoot you awkward pickup lines and make corny jokes CONSTANTLY.
— He’s also really into “cheesy” pet names. He calls you all the basics— babe/baby, sweetheart, honey, anything he can think of. He absolutely melts if you use them on him, too.
— Really loves just talking with you. He makes time to sit down and have long conversations with you every day no matter what. Your presence is so comforting to him and he loves hearing what you have to say.
— Arguments are rare, but they happen occasionally. He freaks out and gets really worried when they do happen, but he makes a huge effort to talk things out and mend everything between you two.
— He makes it a point to introduce you to his family (if you count Greg and the Crystal Gems as one) and make sure you all get along. Of course, you do, and it makes him over-the-moon happy. He’s so grateful that you embrace the fact that he’s literally half-alien rather than judging him for it. You end up spending a lot of time with the Gems (and Greg) naturally and they absolutely adore you.
— He’ll bring you along to Little Homeworld to help him teach if you want to. He’s relieved to have some weight off of his shoulders and he’s so down to have someone to teach the LH Gems things he might not know. Plus, he gets to spend more time with you. It’s a win all around.
— Eventually, he shows you around actual Homeworld and introduces you to Spinel and The Diamonds, which you can only really describe as his three giant aunts. It goes really well, though, and you two visit together frequently.
— Even though it becomes a regular thing, he can’t handle kissing at all. He gets SO FLUSTERED and has no idea what to do. He just kind of stands there lovestruck for a minute.
— He sings to you all the time. He’ll play the guitar and improvise a song on the spot just for you.
— You two take long walks on the beach regularly. It’s just something nice you two have turned into a sort of routine.
— He likes it if you teach him how your hobbies work. Teach him how to sew, or paint, or code, or write, or work out properly, or sculpt, or do hard math, or whatever else you like to do. He’ll start bringing you supplies for things if they’re something that requires them and he’ll do research on them too. If you’re interested, so is he.
not a request but you should get into invincible!! It’s really good and I’d love your style of writing for it ^-^
Oooooo I’ll think about it! My boyfriend says it’s pretty decent, and a couple of my friends like it, but I’ve never seen anything aside from a few clips on instagram reels and stuff. Maybe I’ll give it a try!
oh my god i also love jasper!!!! i find her very comforting. would you mind writing how jasper shows affection? maybe some cuddles and such… thanks :)
OMG YESSSSS Jasper's totally my comfort character. I heart emotionally complex brute characters <3
More Jasper requests please I LERV her..
Jasper (Steven Universe) Showing Affection!
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Jasper's not really a "talk about your feelings" kind of woman. Much like how she demonstrates her anger, she opts for physical affection over vocally expressing it. She'll give you very basic compliments, like a "You look nice." when she deems fit. She won't seem very enthusiastic or genuine about it, but the way her voice lacks her usual biting gruffness and the way her lips curl slightly up tells you everything you need to know.
She's tried her hand at giving you gifts, but if choosing them is up to her, they're very unconventional. She'll just bring you whatever "cool" thing she can get her hands on. If you tell her specifically what to get you, she'll have it in your hands within an hour. She remembers everything you like and makes sure to get them for you semi-regularly.
Acts of service is definitely her forte. Thousands of years of serving the diamonds have definitely made her good at that. There's nothing she loves more than running errands or doing things for you. You're out of shampoo? She's storming off to the store like it's the most important duty she's ever been assigned. The trash needs taken out? Don't even worry about it. She'll be wrestling the bag out of the can before you can even realize that it needs to be done. She thinks very highly of you and doing you things keeps her feeling fulfilled and useful.
She's big on quality time, too. She'll "begrudgingly" agree to go places with you, like visit the Crystal Gems or Little Homeworld, but in reality, she's just excited to hang out with you, even if the other gems get on her nerves.
She LOVES physical touch. It's so funny seeing Jasper threaten people not to get near her, but then get home and have her all over you or want you all over her. She's the world's largest lap dog. If you two are watching a movie or you're playing a console game, she'll sprawl out on the couch and lay her head in your lap. If you're cooking? She's snaking her arms around your waist (or putting her hands on your hips/shoulders if you're really short. She's like 7ft/213cm tall) She loves it when you two are just physically present with eachother.
If you two are out in public, she'll have her arm around you if youre not holding hands. She also really likes it when you wrap your arm around hers and sort of lead her around.
Even though she doesn't need to sleep, she climbs into bed with you every night without fail. whether you want her to spoon you, or you want to lay on top of her, or you want to cling to her side, she'll do it. She'll rub your back or card her fingers through your hair and just look at you, her chest stirring with feelings she'd never be able to put into words.
EXAM SEASON IS OVER!!! Hope y’all are excited for some more fics! I’ll be working on my most recent requests first, just to get them out of the way. Sorry for the long wait!
Hi hi do you write x male reader requests or x trans man readers
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Hi, 🌊!! Welcome to my blog 🩵! Also, long time no see y’all. I’m not male or a trans man, so it might not be the best writing ever, but if you guys want male or trans male readers I’m totally down!
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