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anoray · 1 year

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Interesting article that makes good points about some kind of acknowledgment about Kanan in this series :)

It seems very unlikely we’ll get more than a verbal nod to our cowboy Jedi, but if any type of flashback is done, I for one am feeling quite relieved that FPJr declared he’s done with Kanan and has no interest in portraying him in live action.

Although FPJr did a lovely job with Kanan’s voice, I have never been able to envision him as the live action version of the character. Not to mention, FPJr’s lobbying to get Kanan killed off going all the way back to Season 1 hasn’t exactly endeared the actor to me either ;)

Anyway, I look forward to seeing how Ahsoka handles the situation with Hera and Jacen and whether or not any crumbs about Jacen’s dad fall from the table.

#kanan jarrus #very onboard with this article #he deserves at least a mention #especially with hera and jacen in the show #please do him justice without ruining anything #no fpjr please #i wholeheartedly support his decision to not play kanan in live action

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melverie · 6 months

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Can I just say that I absolutely LOVE how ever since they all found out that MC is human and was brought here against their will, it was Lucifer who kept insisting that they shouldn't be the ones to trap MC in the Devildom. That whether they want to stay or not is a decision MC has to make themself and that the brothers should support them no matter what they end up choosing

And now that the moment is finally here, now that MC has confirmed that they indeed plan on heading home, and now that all of his brothers agreed on helping them get back, having forged a pact and lending their powers to do so—

Now that he knows that he's the final piece needed to send them back; that the lingering idea of the yet to be forged pact between them is what's stopping MC from potentially leaving their side for good, leaving his side for good—

Now that they have finally gotten to this point, he realizes something. And he's unable to live with it

And so, he goes back on his word.

He's taking that choice from them.

"I don't want to."

Lucifer's pride is what keeps his voice leveled and neutral, as if it were just another day. As if he everything was completely fine. As if he didn't feel this pain in his heart, almost as if someone had rammed a dagger through his chest over and over and over again

To most people, he'd appear to be in perfect control of his emotions—if only his gaze wouldn't completely obliterated that frail façade of his. The way his beautiful dark eyes shimmering with a hint of blood red silently plead, beg MC to stay...

Internally, he is breaking apart because he knows what he is doing isn't right. He knows that he shouldn't trap them like a bird in a cage, and yet he can't help himself. Not in this situation. Not when it comes to MC

'No'

He—Lucifer, Avatar of Pride himself—is the last thing trapping the very person that finally made him realize what his sister had meant forever ago

'I won't let you go'

How one day, someone would stumble their way into his life, and how he'd love them so wholeheartedly and so deeply that everything else would become trivial as long as he'd get to hold them in his arms

'I can't let you go'

Someone that he'd happily throw away everything for, not even considering any alternatives if only for the shred of a chance at just one last tomorrow with them

'Please stay with us. Please stay with me'

Everything.

'I cannot lose you, MC'

Even if they'll never forgive him for it.

"I'm not going to forge a pact with MC."

#obey me nightbringer lesson 34 spoilers #slipped into writing mode at some point whoops #this was such a small moment but i love it so much #it does so much for his character even tho you don't realize it at first #tho ngl his “i don't wanna >:(” kinda makes him sound like a 5yo SDJDAKFLHSLGHSD #it's okay luci we love you anyway <3 (lass mich in meine zeit zurück du hu--)#anyway i already mentioned this in the post but the way he kept his expression neutral?#THE WAY HE KEPT HIS EXPRESSION PREFECTLY NEUTRAL?!?!?!??!!?#you just know he was BREAKING APART inside #i swear sometimes i'm so soft for him #anyway can you tell i have a lot of emotions rn HSDJAKFLHSHGSG #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me lesson 34 spoilers #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer lesson 34 #obey me lesson 34 #;mel's main story disscetion #;mel's analyses

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adore-laur · 12 days

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Hii I love your writing ! Idk if you’re still taking dadrry requests but I’d love to see how he’d react to one of his girls being super picky with food and how he deals with that ! Like him making a bunch of meals for his baby hoping she’ll like it :’)

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Now that his youngest was able to eat solid foods at six months old, Harry took it upon himself to introduce her to the wonderful world of fruits and vegetables. While it might have been easier and more convenient to purchase jars of mediocre mashed baby food from the store, Harry was a chef and wanted to expand his culinary capabilities. And maybe impress you just a little bit. You were slowly weaning from breastfeeding, and he wanted to show his appreciation for your relentless nourishment. Keeping his babies alive and healthy made him forever indebted to you. His favorite way to repay you was by cooking whatever meal your heart desired and making sure your belly was full.

It was eleven a.m. when Harry got started on making lunch. You were out of the house with your eldest at her weekly swimming lesson and were due to arrive home shortly. He was hoping you didn't stop for lunch on the way back since he was planning on making the whole family lunch once he satiated his babbling baby girl seated in her high chair.

After mulling over potential recipes, he decided on something simple—baked pears and a side of steamed zucchini made into a purée. He got to washing and slicing the three pears he nabbed from the roadside farmers market downtown, all while listening to the mourning doves coo and the waves lapping the shore outside the open window. He fell into a tranquil state of cooking, his muscles on autopilot when handling knives, bowls, and pans. It was second nature to him—his favorite pastime next to hanging out with his girls.

Once the pears were baking in the oven, Harry whipped up the zucchini purée. He chopped one up, placed the pieces in a saucepan, and then seasoned them before steaming the pale green vegetable for ten minutes. In the meantime, he lifted his baby girl from her high chair and snuggled her close while the sweet aroma of his cooking concoction swirled in the air. She was getting bigger every day, and it snapped his heart into little pieces. Pretty soon, she'd be crawling around the house with curiosity. She was already teething and mimicking sounds. Laughing and putting toys in her mouth. And while those milestones filled him with an enormous amount of pride, he couldn't help but realize how short-lived they were.

When the oven timer beeped, Harry sat his baby girl on his hip and carefully took the glass dish of pears out with a hot pad. They were golden brown, which made his stomach grumble. He set them on the stovetop and flicked the heat off for the zucchini. He needed both hands for the next step, but he really didn't want to stop holding his baby, whose wispy hair smelled like the lavender shampoo he used during her bath time last night. She was awake and in a slightly cranky mood because of teething. The only thing he could do to alleviate the irritable pain she was experiencing was to offer his knuckle as a soothing thing to gnaw until he found the time to order a teething toy. He was unconcerned with the drool and dull ache caused by her. This wasn't his first rodeo.

It was actually why you had started to wean earlier than you did with your first child. You mentioned breastfeeding was uncomfortable enough, and adding teeth to the mix was even more unpleasant. He wholeheartedly supported your decision and made it his mission to never have you stress over cooking separate meals for two babies and yourself. It was part of his lifelong repayment.

While the pears and zucchini cooled, Harry rummaged through the living room in search of the baby sling—also known as the greatest invention for multitasking parents. And dads who couldn't get enough of holding their babies. Guilty, he thought to himself.

Once he located it under a pile of princess dresses, he put it on and wrapped his baby nice and snugly in the fabric. Then he went back to the kitchen and used his two free hands to grab the food processor from the corner cabinet. Setting it on the island, he brought over the zucchini and poured them in before pressing the purée setting. The grating noise startled the baby, and Harry gently bounced in place while covering her tiny ears.

Mushy green slop was the result after he turned off the loud device. It wasn't necessarily appetizing to him, but the way his daughter was making grabby hands at it made him proud of his very own baby food creation. He opened the silverware drawer and grabbed a silicone spoon. He dipped it into the purée and then held up a small serving to her awaiting mouth.

"This is zucchini," Harry said, sincerely hoping she'd like it. "It's good for your bones and digestive system. Now, you have to tell Daddy what you think. This is a trial run to find out what you like." He delicately stuck the spoon in her open mouth and watched her slowly remember how to chew. Her rosebud lips smacked together as some purée slid down her chin. Babies were cute when they ate, but boy did they make a mess. Her expression didn't give anything away, but the way she was spitting out everything that was on the spoon sure did.

"All right," he whispered, a bit disappointed. "That’s okay. Zucchini's not for everyone."

Her chubby fist reached up and landed on his neck, no doubt protesting for better food. He couldn't help but laugh at the green smears bordering his adorable daughter's mouth. Taking his phone out, he captured a couple of pictures and sent them to you before wiping the mess with a paper towel. He made a mental note to also order bibs—another sign that she was growing up too quickly. God, it wounded him. He might have to ask for a third baby after all.

Harry walked over to the stovetop and picked up a warm, baked pear slice. Using his teeth, he tore off half a chunk for himself and guided the other one into her mouth. He had to help her chew this time since the consistency was more solid than the purée. His thumb and forefinger held her jaw as he gently moved it up and down. His baby's beautiful eyes stared at him, entranced by his face so close. He stared right back at her, admiring all the parts that were him and you. Day by day, she looked a little more like you, and he was ecstatic about it. His genes might've been strong in the newborn stage, but they stood no chance against the potent beauty of yours.

There was nary a complaint when she swallowed the piece of pear. None at all until Harry got her another, and as soon as it touched her lips, she burst into tears and pushed his hand away like it was the absolute last thing she wanted in front of her.

"Not even pears?" Harry said, equal parts humored and defeated. "You're going to be a picky little eater, aren't you? Just like your sister."

With a sense of mild failure sitting in his chest, he opted to feed her a bottle of breastmilk in the refrigerator until you got home. Your motherly instincts would surely help him figure out her palate. Even though he was a chef and understood everyone's acquired tastes, it was his daughter who was unimpressed with his skills.

Eating the rest of the pears and the bland zucchini purée, he laughed to himself. His girls kept him on his toes, but he wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

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#harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #dad!harry #dadrry #harry styles au #harry styles #adore-laur

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diggitydangletmelive · 4 months

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zolu aroace positivity post!!! because if you're aroace and you celebrate the gift that is zolu, I want to share why they mean so much to me as an aroace.

what makes zolu so special to me is because first and foremost, zoro and luffy went out to the vast open seas of the world to chase after their dreams. luffy wants to be the pirate king, zoro wants to be the best swordsman. even after being recruited, even after all they went through, they never stopped having their dreams as the forefront of their characters. but it just so happens that both their dreams are intertwined with each other, the best swordsman in the world's most fitting place is by being right next to the pirate king, and the pirate king believes that he would reach his goal by having the best by his side.

the reason why I believe zoro and luffy's relationship is so strong is because by fighting for their own dreams, they also strengthen their bond with the other. zoro wants to be strong to be the best swordsman, but it's also to protect the crew and to best support luffy as he guns for the title of pirate king. luffy wants to be strong to be pirate king, but it's also to protect the crew, but also? by being strong, he proves time and time again that his crew did not make the wrong decision to follow him, that he is a Captain that deserves to obtain the one piece (i think of luffy aiming to be strong so that his crew will never have to falter about his leadership, especially after water 7).

as an aroace, this feels like the best way to showcase love and devotion and trust with each other. knowing that someone's dream becomes a part of your own, that every time you fight for yourself and you aim to be a better version of yourself, you're not only working for your own sake but for the better of you and your partner. that i come to love my partner because they understand me, and they know why i fight so hard to reach my goal. and not only that, they fight as equally hard for their own goal. together, both of our dreams ultimately help each other become the best version of ourselves.

knowing that zoro believes in luffy wholeheartedly that he fought for his dream too, enough to put his life on the line for luffy. knowing that luffy can leave his most precious family and crew to zoro because he trusts zoro wholeheartedly to win.

to me, this is how I envision love. it's about getting to know each other, understanding each other, loving each other to the point that their dreams become yours, and fighting together side by side to make that dream come true.

zoro and luffy have that in spades. imo, zoro and luffy's appeal as a relationship is that they are intertwined with each other, and they go through hell and back and fight for each other and their dreams together. it's no wonder that aroace people like me are drawn to them, their love and bond transcends just having an attraction to each other. because it's also about having this person change and inspire me to be better.

#zolu #luzo #one piece #this is my experience as an aroace #but i would be so happy if i have a zoro or a luffy. qpr or otherwise WAHH #i saw some tail-end of anti zl and i was. not having that especially on this day.#i am here to remind myself why zolu actually makes sense for aroaces like me. and why they are my no.1 one piece ship #and no anti can fight me on this because i am a. an aroace and b. don't dare speak on behalf of myself - i can speak just fine and i say #let us speak for ourselves. don't sully the aroace labels with hearsay about what we're supposed to be like and how we think #anyway aroace zoluers!! let's bury this negativity and speak about why aroaces love zolu!!#bitches love zolu. and it is me. i am bitches.

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eyesxxyou · 11 months

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Hobie Headcanons

↳ ❝ [mix of sfw and nsfw because I've been thinking alot] ¡! ❞

❝ sfw ❞

Hobie is Jamaican British and you can't change my mind. He uses Jamaican slang in the movie and some of punk culture takes from Jamaican culture. When he feels very big emotions, his accent definitely comes out whether he wants it too or not.

Did all his piercings himself. Has a keloid behind one of his ears because of it. It's a miracle most of his piercings haven't been infected or rejected.

His starter locs were terrible. He thinks it's the most embarrassing part of his loc journey. The length was uneven and he had to start over 3 different times. For a while he did have regular locs before letting them do their own thing and become freeform.

Has siblings. Two sisters, one older, one younger, and he loves them to death. Would go to hell and back for them. They're partially the reason why he's so comfortable in himself and his own masculinity. Why he's all "fuck Capitalism, patriarchy, and society in general" because he wants to live in a world where this sisters and every woman can walk down the street feeling safe, get paid equal to men in their jobs, etc

Undiagnosed autistic and I say this as a unofficially diagnosed autistic. His special interests are politics, punk bands, and My Little Pony (blame his sisters).

Gets matching nails with his s/o. Let's you paint his nails and do nail art and all of that. Let's you do his make up too, a full face beating if you want. A little bit of a simp

Definitely has a type. Earthy spiritual black people who wear crystals in their hair, wear layers of necklaces and bracelets, flowy ankle length shirts and tube tops, gold rings and waist beads layered on top of each other (definitely not saying this cuz it's an exact description of me) love a black woman from infinity to infinityyyy

❝ nsfw ❞

Has a dick piercing (and no he didn't do that one on his own). Either a Prince Albert or a magic cross. It was a haphazard decision he just decided on and BOY was it painful but he feels cool as fuck now and it makes you feel all the better.

Has nipple piercings too. Just thought they looked sick. Only downside is that they took a long time to heal and wearing a shirt for the first few weeks was literal hell.

LOVES giving oral regardless of sex. Adores the sounds he can draw from you with just his tongue and his fingers. Has you cumming in minutes. His fingers are perfect for it, long and slender, and his tongue is godly (he also has a tongue piercing).

His moto is save a horse, ride a cowboy. Loves getting rode, watching you bounce on his cock however you'd like with your hands on his chest for support. He'll hold your hips, trace patterns on your skin while praising you. "Ya look so pretty, luv. Keep goin', jus' like tha'."

Loves eye contact during sex at all time. "Keep ya eyes open fa' me, luv. Can you do tha'? Yeah, tha's righ'." He likes the intimacy of it, makes the act more special.

Might be a controversial opinion but I think Hobie's polyamorous. Or at least open to the idea of an open relationship. He doesn't get jealous easily and trusts you wholeheartedly so he's be okay with something like that. If that's not what you want, he's totally okay with that as well. On the up side, threesomes ;)

#across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spiderman #hobie brown #hobie brown fic #atsv #hobie brown smut #hobart brown

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randomness-is-my-order · 5 months

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i love how the show managed to show us percy’s rational side when it comes to selecting his questmates. yes, his reasons weren’t all sound and alot of it was emotionally motivated but him choosing annabeth since he didn’t think they'd be friends, choosing grover because he trusts him wholeheartedly while also dismissing luke because he already knows he won’t be the one luke would ever support over annabeth are all pretty well thought-out decisions. like my guy was just told the most ominous foretelling possible, it’s his first quest, he’s in this whole new crazy deadly world and yet he didn’t panic into oblivion, he thought calmly about his options and made pretty great choices all things considered. i think it’s very cool that percy is shown to be someone who takes this seriously, despite him otherwise being a sarcastic little shit, because ultimately this quest is uber important, both on a personal level and on a larger worldly scale and percy knows it and is acting accordingly, the best he can.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy pjo #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo tv show #pjo tv adaptation #walker scobell #pjo tv series #pjo tv spoilers #percy appreciation

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carmen-is-away · 4 months

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angsty elliott headcanons.

content warnings: self harm, toxic relationships, mental illness, violence?, mentions of abuse

He gets attached very quickly to people he’s interested in romantically and will ignore red flags and/or try extremely hard to make them fit them into the idealized narrative he’s created of them in his head

He tends to isolate himself from others once he’s in a romantic relationship and hardly ever spends time with people besides his partner

He worships his partner, I’m talking devoting his whole life to making them happy and ignoring his own wants most times

Loves his partner wholeheartedly and is willing to do almost anything for them, even if they’re not always the best to him

He very desperately wants to be loved

He begrudgingly disowned his parents, they were terrible towards him and never supported him along with being horribly neglectful and abusive albeit having more than enough time and money to do so

He gets violently angry and destructive when his writer’s block is at its peak.

I’m talking throwing his journal across the room and shoving everything off of his desk. He’s pulling his hair and yelling and destroying his surroundings and probably hurting himself

He makes sure to not let his partner or anyone see this though. He hates when people worry about him.

It’s usually followed up by a long and sob and horrible depression episode that lasts somewhere from a few weeks to months.

What can I say? He feels his work very strongly

That also goes for the opposite

He’s running to read you his latest poem because he’s fallen in love with it and he expects you to as well

He may have even brought himself to tears

He will be all over you and ready to jump over the moon if you love it as much as he does

If you aren’t as tender as enthused as he hopes you’ll be or you judge his work harshly with less than constructive criticism, it will be a large blow to his ego and it will break his heart a little

He will understand if you’re busy or tired or not able to put your full focus on it, but if you can and you aren’t, or you're being an asshole, he’s super hurt and he may not always admit or display that in front of you

He craves validation, please give it to him, he might actually go insane without it

He also needs affection. He’s very insecure and will begin to wonder if you’re not attracted to him if you haven’t been affectionate with him in a while. He’s been quite touch starved for a long time

Elliott’s a very broken man and he requires a lot of patience and attention

He needs security and stability and someone who won’t take advantage of him

Please give him the space to make decisions and be accepting of him and give him your attention

Despite his terrible mental health, he’s a wonderful partner and father. Even when he’s doing terribly, he’s all ears and open arms for his family

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley headcanons #elliott stardew valley #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley imagines #elliott stardew valley imagine #sdv elliott #elliott stardew valley headcanons #elliott headcanons

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shatcey · 12 days

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Crown’s S Class Mission (Ellis)

Ellis and Kate are discussing a previous mission. Kate is concerned that Ellis was injured because she wasn't strong enough.

Ellis wholeheartedly assured her that he would support any her decision. So when Victor mentioned that young noblewomen had been disappearing lately, she volunteer to complete the task and Ellis didn't even try to stop her. But since she is new to all this, she needs someone who will watch over her and help if necessary. Victor enthusiastically offered himself.

Yes, cutie, the job is yours!

On the way out from the dining room Ellis is promised to give Kate a reward if she successfully completes the mission. And vice versa… if she fails, he will punish her (no, really, it's pretty hard to even imagine).

On the day of the operation.

Kate pretended to be a noblewoman and came to the party of the man in question. Ellis was her +1. A man… Oliver… immediately noticed her and started complimenting her and was very tactile (the creep). She needed the mission to be completed, so she smiled, gritting her teeth. That creep… sorry (not sorry) Oliver lead her away from Ellis and invite her to some private place. He went somewhere to prepare something… and his attendant showed her to the carriage.

Ellis was in the carriage. Surprise-surprise. He helped her relax a little by hugging her.

Oh, thank you, honey...

Premium ending

The carriage takes them to a house. The creep appears, and Ellis with Kate very kindly interrogate him (after, of course, tied his hands with Ellis's ability and put a knife to his throat… as I said, very kindly). Then he didn't give much information, Ellis asked Kate to close her eyes.

Well... Okay... I guess...

After that, several guys jump out of the building. They notice Ellis and start mocking him. They even offer to take him and sell, as they did with the women…

My mind stopped for a moment, savoring the idea… No, I won't give my boy to anyone!!! Maybe someone else?.. No, this is my harem, I will not give any of them to anyone!

Kate was hiding in the bushes at the time so these creeps wouldn't notice her. She decided to stealth attack one of them using a garden belt (?)

Okay… if it works I don't really care how. But I still don't know which handle she used… If that's what I'm thinking, then it's just a leather belt with pockets… Where did this handle come from? Perhaps the translation is incorrect, but I didn't take a screenshot of the original… So turn on your imagination to the maximum.

And this unexpected attack allowed them to split up the group of these creeps, and then another support came to the rescue (Roger). So they cleaned up the place pretty easily.

Victor greeted them happily and asked Ellis to evaluate Kate.

Yeah… he probably would have been injured without her help, these creeps had weapon.

Then they returned to their room (Ellis's) and discussed the mission. Ellis said he didn't want to let her go and worried about her whole the time, but he wanted to support her, so he let her do it. He asked her what she wants as a reward.

Girl, this is literally his biggest dream...

So the sweet reward began.

In the epilogue, Ellis asks what else she wants from him. And she tells him to do what makes him happy. And he was actually quite mean to her…

And now I think I missed a lot by not reading the normal ending…

Well… I'll do it next year)))

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#cybird ikemen #cybird #ikemen series #ikemen games #ikemen villians #ikemen villains #ikevil #ellis twilight #ikemen villains ellis #ikevil ellis #ikemen ellis #ikemen event #ikevil jp

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zapreportsblog · 9 months

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Can you do Brahms x Dom male reader

❝the enigmatic of brahms heelshire ❞

✭ pairing : brahms heelshire x male reader

✭ fandom : slashers

✭ summary : behind closed doors brahms isn’t exactly what the town would think of him as

✭ slashers masterlist

Brahms Heelshire had always been a mysterious figure in the small town of Blackwood. With his stoic demeanor and enigmatic presence, he was the talk of the neighborhood. But little did they know, behind closed doors, Brahms shared his life with a dominant partner named (M/N), a man who held a captivating power over him.

(M/N) was a commanding presence, exuding strength and confidence in every step. He had a way of making Brahms feel both cherished and controlled, a delicate balance that sent shivers down his spine.

Their relationship was built on trust and mutual understanding, a dance of dominance and submission that both partners embraced wholeheartedly. Brahms reveled in the feeling of (M/N)'s firm hand guiding him, the way his touch could ignite a fire within him.

In the privacy of their home, (M/N) would often take on the role of the master, guiding Brahms through a world of pleasure and pain. The power dynamics between them were intense, yet tender, with each act of dominance serving as an expression of their deep connection.

Brahms found solace in the control that (M/N) exerted over him. There was comfort in surrendering himself completely, in allowing his partner to take the lead. It was a delicate dance, a delicate balance that brought them both immense satisfaction.

But their relationship extended beyond the confines of the bedroom. (M/N) was a pillar of support for Brahms, encouraging him to embrace his true self and pursue his passions. He saw the potential within Brahms, pushing him to explore his artistic talents and nurturing his creative spirit.

Together, they created a world that was uniquely their own—a world where Brahms could be both submissive and strong, vulnerable and empowered. (M/N) understood the depths of Brahms' desires, his need to be controlled and cherished, and he provided that with unwavering dedication.

As the outside world speculated about the enigmatic Brahms Heelshire, they remained blissfully unaware of the intricate tapestry of their relationship. To the outside world, Brahms was a mysterious figure, but to (M/N), he was so much more—a cherished submissive partner who embraced his desires with open arms.

Their love was unconventional, but it was built on a foundation of trust, respect, and unwavering devotion. Together, they navigated the complexities of dominance and submission, finding solace and fulfillment in each other's arms.

And as the world continued to wonder about Brahms Heelshire, they remained blissfully ignorant, finding solace and strength in the intimate connection they shared.

Brahms and (M/N) had always maintained a discreet presence in the town of Blackwood, keeping their intimate relationship hidden from prying eyes. But as their connection deepened, they felt an increasing desire to reveal their true selves, to embrace their desires openly.

One evening, as they sat together in the dimly lit living room, Brahms mustered the courage to voice his longing. "I want to show the world who we truly are, (M/N)," he confessed, his voice filled with determination.

(M/N) regarded him with a mix of surprise and admiration, his eyes shining with understanding. "Are you sure, Brahms?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Once we reveal ourselves, there's no going back. The world may not accept us."

Brahms nodded, his eyes filled with unwavering certainty. "I know it won't be easy," he replied. "But I can't hide who I am any longer. I want to live authentically, and I want to do it with you."

A smile tugged at the corners of (M/N)'s lips as he reached out to caress Brahms' cheek. "Then let's do it, my love," he whispered. "Let's show the world the depth of our connection, the beauty of our desires."

With their decision made, Brahms and (M/N) embarked on a journey of self-acceptance and liberation. They knew that revealing their relationship would be met with mixed reactions, but they were determined to live their truth.

They started by opening up to their closest friends, sharing the intimate details of their dynamic and the profound love they had for each other. To their surprise, their friends responded with acceptance and support, embracing their relationship without judgment.

Encouraged by this positive reception, Brahms and (M/N) decided to take a bolder step. They attended local LGBTQ+ events together, proudly holding hands and displaying their affection for all to see. They became advocates for acceptance and understanding, sharing their story and encouraging others to embrace their true selves.

The town of Blackwood slowly began to shift its perspective, as Brahms and (M/N) became symbols of love and authenticity. People started to see beyond the societal norms and embrace the beauty of their connection.

But not everyone was accepting of their relationship. There were those who held onto their prejudice and ignorance, casting judgment and spewing hateful words. Brahms and (M/N) faced moments of heartache and frustration, but their love for each other remained unshaken.

They found strength in their bond, supporting each other through the difficult times and rising above the negativity. Their love became a beacon of hope, inspiring others to challenge their own biases and embrace the diversity of human connection.

As the years passed, Brahms and (M/N) continued to live their lives authentically, unapologetically showcasing their love for each other. They became an inseparable pair, setting an example of love, acceptance, and resilience.

Their story resonated far beyond the boundaries of Blackwood, reaching people from different walks of life who found solace in their journey. They became a symbol of love's triumph over adversity, reminding the world that true happiness lies in embracing our authentic selves, no matter the obstacles.

Through their courage and unwavering commitment to each other, Brahms and (M/N) left an indelible mark on the town of Blackwood and the hearts of those who encountered their story. And in the process, they taught the world the power of love and acceptance, forever changing the narrative of what it means to live authentically.

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crancisfrozier · 1 month

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Hi back from the dead again because I need to talk about this Watcher situation as someone who has been following them since BU and has been supporting them on Patreon for the last 3 years.

There are a lot of people claiming this decision was made out of greed or something equally malicious and I have to disagree completely. There is a lot of talk about parasocial relationships from the fandom side but I actually think this runs both ways. I think the boys are used to a very devoted and very loyal fanbase that professes to love and care about them and wants to support their endeavors, and has demonstrated that over the four years they have been operating as Watcher. I think they saw this as a logical next move for their company that they were excited about and that the fandom would wholeheartedly support, as always (hence the countdown). They likely did not think about how this would look or feel from an audience standpoint and made a, in hindsight for them, pretty impulsive trust fall expecting us to be there for them, only to hit the ground pretty hard and unexpectedly. They are probably reeling from this which, I believe, is the cause for all this radio silence.

Also, something that I haven’t really seen anyone address yet is how this moment feels like a defining blowout argument in a relationship. We are at a point where both parties (Watcher and the fans) have done/said things that cannot be taken back. They can try and slightly walk back the streaming decision, maybe offer an additional free tier with ads on the streamer itself so they are not cutting off fans from content completely, but they cannot completely take back this decision as they’ve likely already sunk time and money into the platform, not to mention the people who have already paid for it. And from the audience side, there have been a lot of reasonable and logical comments made about the message this sends to fans who cannot afford it or why this is a hurtful and unwise business decision, but there have also been A LOT of very nasty and very rude comments, or comments that would likely be very hurtful to the boys in general. Blaming Steven for the decision and saying how he wasn’t ever liked and was only tolerated by fans, how people have never liked ghost files or mystery files as much as unsolved, how the quality has gotten worse as the production value increased, etc. The boys have likely not seen every comment but I’m sure they’ve seen enough of them and that is something that is going to fundamentally change how they view their fanbase as much as this has warped how we view them. I could not imagine facing and making new content for an audience that I thought 100% supported me then basically ended up telling me my content is subpar, I peaked years ago, and that they always disliked 1/3 of the founding members of my company.

We are at a point where we have both said and done things that have fundamentally changed our relationship to each other and only time will tell whether we can walk this back and start building trust again or call it quits for good.

#watcher #I really really hope it’s the former believe me #I don’t want to see them fail or crash and burn #I truly don’t think they deserve that #I’m also hoping they make a statement tomorrow AT LEAST to say they’ve heard us and are formulating a response #if not that London show on Tuesday is gonna be reeeeaaaal awkward

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Omg I need answers because the doubt is eating me up!

If MC choses to become head of the family, what would Viktor think(if he was alive)? Would he be disappointed that his child chose such a violent path? Is there any way to go about being the Head that would make Viktor happy or proud? Because I wanted my MC to succeed his grandpa but…what would his dad think?🥺

Viktor probably won’t be as disappointed as you first thought. After all, he had seriously contemplated on returning back to his family and finally step up as the head of the family like how his family wanted him to near the time of his death, especially after constant persuasions and begging from Luka, Cara, and Grandma. A little bit more time and he would’ve finally caved in.

Although, he’d definitely worry about Heir MC. Choosing that path in life would be a pretty permanent decision. Sometimes, there is simply no way out for those involved in organized crime; after all, he had tried himself. Plus, not only would MC have to deal with the burden of leadership, they’d also put a big mark on themself from other criminal orgs.

But if MC is sure, then he would support them wholeheartedly and watch over them (if he’s still alive). He would be happy whenever MC is happy and he doesn’t really want to force MC to do something that they don’t like.

If MC is on the more violent side, he’d be concerned and a bit unsettled. He agrees that sometimes, ruthless actions have to be taken for the greater good of the family and for their own safety, and some people even deserve it, to be honest. But actions of excessive violence where they’re not warranted is a different thing and he would definitely try to curb it in—and he wouldn’t give up on that.

#asks #anon ask #char: viktor #char: mc #if: vendetta #if vendetta #vendetta if #if game #if wip #dashingdon #choicescript

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Hey how u doing?

I love your fics about House Of The Dragon.

I was rewatching the series recently and suddenly got an idea for a yandere fic, not a request just an idea I wanted to discuss.

What if instead of the yandere Greens wanting to make Aegon king, they wanted to make the reader (the daughter of Viserys that u have written about and obsession of basically everyone) the heir instead.

I can imagine the Hightowers would be all for this but the Velyarons and Targaryens I’m not sure how they would feel/react.

I just imagine that royal hunt in episode 3 would have been very interesting.

If u don’t mind me asking, do u have any thoughts on this?

If that was the case. It’s something that Otto would have suggested a long time ago. The days Daemon was causing trouble around the city with the night watch. The day after Aemma’s funeral and the baby boy that shortly followed her. Viserys would have been apprehensive and so the rest of the council, Rhaenyra is the oldest. Not to mention how some still have not accepted the reader as a true Targaryen.

Otto would still try to involve Aegon in some way. Many consider him to be the rightful heir. If Otto wishes for the reader to be the queen, having her wed Aegon when they come of age will further strengthen her claim. Aegon will merely be a show, a king only in name. It will be the reader who actually rules the kingdom, who will make all the decisions.

Alicent soon has become convinced of the notion that the reader will be a much better ruler. The other council members will soon agree. The reader perhaps doesn’t wish for this. Rhaenyra is her sister. She can’t do this to her, but Otto, as he does with Alicent, keeps pushing her, filling all those thoughts in her head.

At first, it’s all subtle. Making her join the council, bringing her to meet all the other nobles, having her establish a strong connection to the faith as well as Oldtown. They will have the reader visit orphanages and meet with the commoners, listen to all their problems and offer her help. When Otto is retired from his position for the time, Alicent pushes for Viserys to make the reader the hand. If they haven't already given her a position. Alicent also pushes the notion to her children, and they all fully support the reader.

When Viserys dies, the greens and the council will quickly crown the reader. It could either depend if the reader accepts it or not, but as seen with Aegon, they may force it into the reader. As mentioned, the reader would have been well-loved by nobles and commoners alike. As they are apprehensive about having a woman be a ruler, the reader proved to be far more capable than Rhaenyra, especially with the rumors of Rhaenyra’s children being bastards. With the help of the faith, they present the reader as more honorable and pure.

The blacks have different reactions to this. There is the betrayal and hurt, the anger and somewhat resentment. But they can never truly hate you. There is them trying to justify your actions, that you must be manipulated or coerced into this. Rhaenyra does not wish to wage war, not with the risk of you being harmed.

The Velaryons are the most conflicted. Corlys and Rhaenys secretly wholeheartedly believe you will make much of a better ruler. They may join your side at the war, more so if they fear that Daemon or Rhaenyra may bring harm to you. It’s just an internal battle with all of them, though with Luke’s death. Rhaenyra will be more focused on getting revenge than getting back her throne.

#yandere concept #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #yandere asoiaf #asoiaf x reader

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hooked-on-elvis · 3 months

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Elvis' worry and wholeheartedly support to Priscilla

Elvis was about to film the MGM picture "Speedway". On June 10, Presley and his entourage (wives included) boarded on the Grey Hound bus that George Barris had "customized so lavishly for Elvis". Filming began on 26 June 1967. Scenes were shot at the Charlotte Motor Speedway in Concord, North Carolina.

Great news fell on the Presley family just before the trip began.

Priscilla had her own reasons for resentment. Just before they left on the cross-country trip she found out that she was pregnant. Her first reaction was one of anger. Before the wedding she had asked Elvis if she should start taking birth-control pills, but he was adamantly opposed because, he told her, they had not yet been proven to be medically safe. She saw pregnancy as the end of all their dreams. "If I were pregnant, I knew that our plans to travel would have to be postponed…. For the first year I truly wanted to be alone with Elvis, without any responsibilities or obligations." She approached Elvis with a considerable degree of trepidation. "I expected him to react with the same mixed reactions I felt, but he was ecstatic… and immediately wanted to tell everyone." The instant that it was confirmed, he informed his father that he was going to be a grandfather. "You’re going to be a gray-headed granddaddy," he teased him in the doctor’s waiting room, as father and son shared a moment of unalloyed joy. Priscilla was determined not to let pregnancy interfere with her normal life; "as far as I was concerned, the less people mentioned about my looking pregnant, the better," and she went on a program to lose, rather than to gain, weight. She experienced periods of despondency nonetheless, and she made no attempt to hide her deepest feelings from Joanie Esposito, who observed that "it just took all the glow off." For all of Priscilla’s deep-seated ambivalence, Elvis' own feelings seemed to run remarkably true. When Priscilla, in a moment of despair, confessed that she was contemplating abortion, Elvis said he would support her in whatever she chose to do. Brought face-to-face with the necessity of actually making a decision, she realized she couldn’t go through with it. "'It's our baby,' I said, sobbing. 'I could never live with myself, neither could you.' There were no words, only his smile of approval; he held me tightly in his arms as I cried." And when he announced her pregnancy on the movie set, handing out cigars to cast and crew, he showed nothing but paternal pride, mixed with the understandable bewilderment of most first-time fathers. "This is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me," he told reporters. "We really hadn’t planned to have a baby this soon. [When] Priscilla told me the good news… [at first] I was so shocked I didn’t think I could move for a while. Then it began to dawn on me this is what marriage is all about." The Colonel confessed that he, too, was surprised, "but I’ve already got a Contract drawn up for the new Presley singer."

Excerpt: "Careless Love: The Unmaking of Elvis Presley" by Peter Guralnick (1998). Chapter "The Last Round-up: June 1967–May 1968"

The Presleys: Elvis, Lisa Marie and Priscilla

#elvis presley #lisa marie presley #priscilla presley #elvis #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis history #60s elvis

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teyamskxawng · 1 year

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In Heat [VI]

Lo'ak Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Previously: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

The rundown: Blessings from Jake and Neytiri + pre-date night fluff <3

Warnings: 18+ content, language, mention of reader's deceased parents, characters are aged up, minors do not interact!! please

WC: 9.0k

A/N: This one was long, but one more chapter to goooo

The early evening light cast deep hues of orange and purple upon the landscape as it retreated, gracefully surrendering to the impending darkness of night.

After spending the entire day basking in each other's company, blissfully unaware of the outside world, you and Lo'ak finally prepared to leave your sanctuary high in the canopy of Hometree.

In a lovesick-fueled, spur-of-the-moment decision, the two of you planned to visit Jake and Neytiri, eager to share the news of your budding relationship with them.

Lo'ak, fully intent on doing things the right way when it came to courting you, was aware of the long-held tradition that called for a guy to seek permission from the girl's parents before pursuing their daughter.

However, given that you no longer had your parents by your side, Lo'ak knew this aspect of the courtship ritual would need some improvisation.

You felt eternally grateful for how Jake and Neytiri welcomed you into their lives with open arms, knowing that you shared a close bond with their children. Their warm, loving nature made you feel like you had found a second family as they took you under their protective wings–always ensuring that you felt safe and supported.

Jake and Neytiri's genuine affection for you was palpable in every caring interaction, every warm hug, every shared laugh. Each moment solidified your connection with them, showing just how deeply intertwined your lives had become. They wholeheartedly embraced you as one of their own, and it meant the entire world to you.

So when it came to Lo'ak expressing his interest in pursuing a relationship with you, it only felt right to suggest that he seek the blessing of his own parents.

As the last bit of light faded from the sky, you and Lo'ak finally reached the entrance of the Sully family's tent.

With hearts beating boldly in your chests, you prepared yourselves for whatever awaited inside.

Lo'ak was undeniably a bundle of nerves as he contemplated the seemingly monumental task of seeking his parents' approval to court you.

The entire situation was just so, so important to him.

He knew his parents held you in high regard, knew that they shared his deep affection for you. Yet, despite the mutual admiration, Lo'ak couldn't shake the persistent anxiety that lodged itself in the recesses of his mind.

He found himself plagued by nagging doubts and unsettling questions. What if his parents thought he was unworthy of your companionship? Shit, what if they'd already planned for you–the epitome of perfection in their eyes–to be paired off with his brother Neteyam, the perfect son?

Just the thought of it filled him with dread.

As you both neared the tent, you couldn't help but sense a disquieting tension filling the air. You observed how unnervingly quiet Lo'ak had become–a drastic departure from his typically talkative demeanor. Attempting to reestablish a connection, you sought out his gaze, only to be met with disappointment as you discovered that his focus was fixed intently on the ground beneath him as if it held the secret to some unanswerable question; his lips pursed into a thin line across his face–a classic sign of anxiety that you had come to recognize over time.

It was clear to you that Lo'ak's thoughts wandered far beyond the immediate vicinity, consumed by worries of what-ifs and maybes.

You were acutely aware of Lo'ak's continuous struggle with self-doubt. You were sure that his overactive mind must have been racing at breakneck speed, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios that involved his parents flat-out rejecting his courting proposal.

As these thoughts crossed your mind, you were filled with an unyielding sense of determination—a steely resolve to spend every waking moment of your intertwined lives helping Lo'ak see just how truly remarkable he was. You wanted him to understand and embrace his strength, intelligence, and caring nature, not to mention the depths of your unwavering love for him. Firm in your resolution, your heart burgeoned with affection as you thought of your future together.

Chancing a glance at Lo'ak, your eyes danced with delight as you visualized regaling your future children with tales of how his self-doubt once got the best of him. Children who would most likely roll their eyes and say, "Not this story again, Mom," yet they'd listen intently all the same because deep down, they cherished hearing about their father's journey to confidence.

With your heart brimming over, you gently took Lo'ak's hand, delicately entwining your fingers like two lives beautifully twined into one destiny. You then raised your hands toward your lips. You planted a swift yet tender kiss on Lo'ak's knuckles, mimicking his earlier gesture back in the canopy of Hometree.

Your gaze was fixated on Lo'ak with great intensity, your eyes wide with anticipation.

After what felt like an eternity, Lo'ak's intense gaze finally found yours, and the creases of concern etched on his face gradually faded away.

A subtle, heartwarming smile sneaked onto his lips, melting your heart and dissolving your own anxiety. You reached out your other hand and gently clasped his, squeezing it reassuringly before letting go and unraveling your intertwined fingers.

Your unspoken words hung in the air as if bound by an ethereal thread of invisible, mutual understanding.

Finally arriving at the tent, you cautiously pulled open the entrance flap and peered inside to find the entire Sully family hard at work.

Your earlier apprehension evolved into a sense of excitement–you loved visiting everyone and hadn't seen them all under one roof in days. The family was engaged in the aftermath of dinner, the children tidying up as Jake and Neytiri sat together with watchful eyes.

Tuk was busy doling out empty bowls to Kiri one after another, almost as if she was testing Kiri's multitasking abilities. Still, Kiri kept up effortlessly with her unmatched speed and precision. Meanwhile, Neteyam found himself stationed on the opposite side of the tent, focused intently on his task of slicing and storing their leftover meat in an improvised smoke pit on the tent's floor.

As Lo'ak and you ventured inside, every single eye was drawn to you–the two missing faces at their dinner table.

Caught by surprise, Tuk couldn't help but exclaim in delight, "y/n!"

It had been a long time since you last laid eyes on the girl–not since before you started your heat. With Tuk's passionate outburst, your heart began to swell with joy, almost as if it were about to burst.

The sound of Lo'ak's little sister's voice was music to your ears, and the palpable excitement emanating from the girl intensified the happiness brewing within you. Tiny footsteps pitter-pattered toward you as Tuk sprinted over and enveloped you in a fiercely warm hug.

Flashing a smile at her, you lovingly cooed, "Hey there, TukTuk."

As you gently ran your hand over Tuk's short braids, which always seemed to have a life of their own, you asked playfully, "How's my favorite little warrior doing?"

The fondness evident in your tone could've melted anyone's heart. However, Tuk wouldn't let the 'little' remark slide without making her case.

In an act of bold defiance–or so she wanted you to believe–Tuk pulled away from you with an exaggerated pout plastered on her face.

Balancing precariously on the tips of her toes, she tried to stand taller despite gravity working against her. "I'm not little anymore!" She whined, though the way she had to tilt her head back almost entirely to look at you from her position kind of mitigated the strength of her declaration.

You gave in to Tuk's relentless persistence, staging an elaborate performance of being utterly mistaken. You grasped her firmly by the shoulders and studied her from head to toe with feigned amazement in your eyes.

"No, you're not so little anymore, are you? When on Pandora did that happen?"

Tuk responded in kind by playfully sticking her tongue out at you. "Probably during the ten thousand days you disappeared! You missed our hunting lesson this week, y/n."

Ouch. The playful jab struck a chord with you.

Though you realized the importance of the hunting lesson, you had no choice but to miss it. In the throes of your first heat cycle, you knew that you were in no condition to handle a bow and arrow yourself, let alone guide an overly enthusiastic and rambunctious child like Tuk in mastering the weapon. However valid the reason, hearing Tuk's innocent complaint still stung.

You offered Tuk a warm, apologetic smile, bending down to be at eye level with the spirited little girl.

"Don't worry, Tuk. I promise we'll have two lessons next week to make up for it, okay yawne?" you said gently.

While still maintaining your warm grin directed at Tuk, you couldn't help but sneak a furtive peek at Jake and Neytiri, who were observing the unfolding conversation with great amusement. You directed a sheepish smile toward the young girl's parents before continuing hesitantly, "Only if it's okay with your amazing parents…"

Catching on to your subtle cues, Neytiri exchanged a knowing glance with her husband before the pair nodded in agreement.

Jake flashed you a reassuring smile that made his eyes sparkle as if to say, "We trust you with our little one."

Turning his attention towards his daughter, he asked tenderly yet authoritatively, "What do you have to say to y/n, Tuk?"

Upon hearing her father's consent to let her participate in the extra hunting lessons with you, Tuk's ears perked up like excited antennas. She couldn't contain herself anymore; an ecstatic squeal escaped her lips as she jumped up and down.

"Yay, yay, yay!" Tuk chanted gleefully, her entire being radiating pure joy and excitement. Grinning from ear to ear, she thanked you by enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug that was impressively strong for such a tiny person. You chuckled at the little girl's boundless energy.

Lo'ak had been diligently observing your interaction with his younger sister, sporting what he was sure must have been the dopiest lovesick grin anyone had ever seen. He stood there, arms folded across his chest as he absorbed the tender exchange between you two.

You and Tuk had always shared an incredibly close bond, with you taking on the role of an older sister for Tuk, despite not sharing a drop of blood. Tuk was smitten with you, looking up to you as if you were a ray of sunshine that could do no wrong.

Initially, Lo'ak found himself struggling with frustration in those moments when Tuk managed to steal away your attention from him–something he begrudgingly admitted he envied. But over time, as his feelings for you grew stronger, so did his appreciation for the happiness you and Tuk shared with one another. The sight of you together made his heart swell with an almost uncontrollable warmth.

You both meant the world to Lo'ak.

At last, Tuk released herself from your embrace and skipped back to her assigned chore of collecting dishes alongside Kiri.

Seizing the moment, Lo'ak casually closed the distance between himself and you, feeling a sense of comfort and assurance as he neared your presence. Your eyes met for a brief instant–time seeming to pause–before you hastily turned away from one another, trying in vain to hide the infatuated expressions on your faces.

Lo'ak finally mustered the courage to meet the curious gaze of his parents, who had been keenly observing the unusually affectionate exchanges between him and you. The unusual air of intimacy between you that did not escape their observant gazes.

Standing under their watchful eyes, Lo'ak felt a wave of nerves wash over him. He tried to gulp them down before slowly nodding at his parents.

In an attempt to be casual, he said, "Uh, do you think we could speak to you two alone for a minute?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the once lively tent was suddenly engulfed in silence. Everyone within earshot seemed to snap their attention to you and Lo'ak, their stares burning holes into the pair of your souls.

Neytiri and Jake exchanged a glance. It was as if they were effortlessly deciphering their son's request through a silent conversation filled with unspoken thoughts and the tiniest of head movements.

Sensing the escalating tension in the room, Lo'ak felt the need to clear his throat rather conspicuously while attempting to put everyone at ease. "Just need to ask you something. But it's kind of important."

The awkwardness seemed to hang in the air for a few more beats before Lo'ak took a deep breath and awaited his parents' response.

Lo'ak could feel the heat rise to his face as he stood there, awkward and nervous. Kiri and Neteyam exchanged a smug, knowing look.

Finally, Jake decided to show some mercy to his youngest son. Turning away from his wife, he gave Lo'ak a firm, reassuring nod.

Trying to regain some semblance of composure, Lo'ak rubbed his clammy hands against his thighs in anticipation. Meanwhile, Jake's attention shifted to the rest of the children as he motioned toward the entrance of their tent.

In a tone that brooked no argument, he ordered, "You three go help each other wash the dishes."

Neteyam responded with immediate obedience, nodding and uttering a determined "Yes, sir."

Kiri, on the other hand, appeared puzzled by the unfolding events. She hesitated for a moment, trying–albeit unsuccessfully–to catch your eye to gain some sort of insight into the perplexing situation unfolding before her.

And poor Tuk just wanted to be in on the action; she let out an exasperated groan at Jake's directive. "But I want to hear what Lo'ak has to ask!" She whined dramatically, her face scrunching up in despair.

Neytiri, with an expression of mild exasperation, cut her eyes at her youngest child. "Tuk," she uttered firmly, "go with your siblings. Now."

Tuk whirled around on her heel, making a grand effort to conceal her overly dramatic eye-roll at her mother's insistence. With a slight huff, she resigned herself to following her mother's wishes.

As the trio of siblings ambled towards the tent's exit, Neteyam, unable to resist the urge to poke fun at his brother, gently placed his hands on Lo'ak's shoulders, squeezing him jokingly before joining their sister. The laughter of Lo'ak's siblings filled the tent as Neteyam gently nudged Tuk ahead of him with a hand on the top of her head, effectively pushing her out of the tent.

With a final giggle from Tuk as she ducked under the entrance flap into the luminescent night outside, the tent fell silent again.

Only Lo'ak, you, Jake, and Neytiri remained within. You were all waiting for someone (cough cough… Lo'ak) to break through it all and speak up.

Lo'ak had always struggled when it came to matters of the heart, but today was the day he needed to suck it up and put an end to his nervousness.

Mustering up all of his courage, he closed the gap between himself and his parents. But before taking that crucial step, he instinctively reached out for your hand as if it were a magical source of support.

Your grip sent a comforting warmth throughout his entire body, filling him with newfound confidence.

He scrutinized his parents' faces, not missing their keen observation of his move. His father's eyebrows slowly rose in realization while his mother tried her best to suppress her emotions. Taking in a deep breath as if vacuuming all his underlying fears away, Lo'ak exhaled forcefully and let the words tumble out:

"I'm asking for your permission to court y/n y/l/n. She means everything to me, and I can't see myself spending my life with anyone else by my side."

He dared to sneak a glance at you, anxious about your reaction.

Much to his relief, he found you already looking at him with a heart-melting tenderness that radiated from your golden eyes. He smiled back at you, feeling swept up in your affectionate gaze.

The tender moment made it almost impossible for him to tear himself away from you and refocus on his still-silent parents, who were looking at him with unwavering attention.

With hesitant anticipation, he continued, "You two were close with y/n's parents, and you practically raised y/n as one of your own, so…. we thought it'd be good to ask for your blessings."

Holding his breath, Lo'ak nervously awaited their reactions, observing how his parents exchanged a glance filled with a myriad of emotions.

It was his mother who broke the facade first.

A brilliant, heartfelt smile graced her features, and she raised a trembling hand to her lips as an overwhelming surge of emotions threatened to spill over.

Meanwhile, Jake spoke up first.

Though he didn't appear outwardly as gripped by emotion as his wife, anyone could tell that he, too, was immensely proud and overjoyed that his son had found someone who brought such deep and meaningful love into his life.

"Wow. Jesus. I mean, I don't think there's anyone out there that'd be a better match for either one of you," Jake declared, gazing back and forth between you and Lo'ak with rare affection crossing his features.

Neytiri, her eyes glossy with emotion, rose to her feet, gracefully making her way toward the young couple. "Za'u," she beckoned softly.

That caused you and Lo'ak to exchange puzzled glances, each unsure which of you Neytiri was addressing.

Your curiosity was promptly answered when Neytiri enfolded both of you within the warm sanctuary of her arms, pressing your heads gently against her shoulders as a surge of happiness washed over her. Neytiri closed her eyes in contentment, savoring the tender moment.

"I'm so happy for you," she whispered. "Eywa has blessed you both."

Neytiri carefully disentangled herself from the warmth of the double embrace, only to draw you back into a warm one-on-one hug of her own.

Gently, she planted an affectionate kiss on your forehead, the gesture carrying the love of a million mothers.

A rush of emotion surged through you at her affection.

Blinking back tears that threatened to spill and blur your view, you were reminded of how your mother used to shower you with the same tender love before her passing.

As Neytiri cradled you in her arms, she noticed the emotional turmoil wracking through your body through your shaky, uneven breaths. She stroked your head in an attempt to soothe you, letting her nimble fingers dance through your hair. Leaning in, Neytiri tenderly pressed her cheek against the top of your head as a silent testament to your bond.

When Neytiri pulled back, she had a watery smile playing on her lips.

Her eyes lit up with rare humor as she delivered her following words in a low voice–retaining the severe undertones that showed how deeply she meant them: "If my youngest son ever so much as causes you the slightest torment…"

The way Neytiri trailed off was a threat in and of its own.

Her eyes honed in on the boy she spoke of, who was locked in the middle of a warm paternal embrace with his father.

The powerful glare she sent him should have made the hair on the back of his neck stand up, but Lo'ak seemed surprisingly unphased. It was as if the notion that he could ever cause harm to you was so insane that it didn't warrant a reaction.

"That's not gonna happen," Lo'ak confidently stated, unwavering certainty in his voice. "Care too much about her." As he directed a tender, love-struck smile toward you, there was no mistaking just how much he meant those words.

His parents didn't need the divine intervention to understand their son's feelings for you. They knew exactly how deeply rooted the connection was between you and Lo'ak—an undeniable bond formed in your childhood that only continued to strengthen as you grew.

The knowledge brought a slight chuckle from Neytiri and her husband as they recalled Lo'ak's younger days.

Getting him to utter two sentences without bringing you up was practically impossible. No matter what the topic, he'd somehow always steer it right back to your name–"y/n did this," "y/n said that," "Guess what y/n and I did today!"

Little Lo'ak just wouldn't shut up about you.

Even Jake, who was undeniably a tad awkward and unsure of how to navigate this kind of conversation with his son, as well as the girl he'd witnessed grow up alongside his boy, couldn't help but grin at Lo'ak's passionate proclamation of love for you.

Honestly, Jake hadn't anticipated having to address matters of courtship for at least a few more years–and he certainly didn't foresee having to tackle it with Lo'ak before addressing it with Neteyam.

The entire situation left him feeling woefully unprepared when Lo'ak initially sought permission, yet he soon realized that your innocent love was so pure and natural that it effortlessly sidestepped any potential awkwardness. He observed the spark in both of your eyes, especially when you glanced at each other shyly from time to time.

For all intents and purposes, you were already an integral part of the Sully family.

Jake took that fact in stride, stepping away from his son with a final squeeze to his shoulder. He moved towards you, opening his arms and enveloping you in a warm embrace.

You were such a great kid, full of kindness and talent and good spirits–truly exceptional in every way. The fact only became more evident as you gently disentangled yourself from Jake's hug, gratitude shining in your eyes as you expressed your thanks for allowing his son to court you.

"Thank you, Jake," you said earnestly.

With a twinkle in his eye, Jake shook his head and playfully patted you on the top of your head. His grin widened as he replied, "No, thank you," he said, feigning great relief.

With a comical tilt of his head and an exaggerated sigh, he gestured toward Lo'ak.

The boy had by now found himself trapped in his mother's grasp and was being forcibly tucked under her protective chin. Her arms locked tightly around his head–the quintessential motherly embrace.

Jake continued, "Finally have this knucklehead off my hands." Jake barely suppressed a chuckle as his smile threatened to split his face in half.

For a brief moment, Neytiri detached herself from Lo'ak and directed a sharp hiss at her husband. The sudden change in demeanor caused Jake's eyes to widen in terror, his hands flying upwards in an attempt to appease his angered spouse.

Hastily, he clarified, "Just a joke, honey," ensuring that he steered as far away as possible from evoking Neytiri's wrath.

After casting her scrutinizing gaze on Jake, Neytiri opted to continue hugging her son with bone-crushing enthusiasm. She gently swayed Lo'ak from side to side, demonstrating the depth of a mother's love for her child.

With a playfully exasperated expression, Jake glanced toward you with exaggerated wide eyes and an almost comical air of disbelief. However, you were oblivious to Jake's silent banter. Your attention was focused entirely on Lo'ak.

You were utterly captivated by the scene unfolding before you, a smile adorning your face as you marveled at the love and affection emanating from Neytiri towards her son.

The boy valiantly tried to appear unbothered by his mother's enthusiastic hugging, maintaining an aura of toughness in your presence despite being completely smothered in affection.

It was common knowledge that Lo'ak had always been, and would forever remain, a complete momma's boy.

Despite the countless death glares and faux threats she'd send in the direction of her youngest son, Neytiri couldn't help but be utterly tender-hearted when it came to him. You found this charming trait of their relationship to be incredibly endearing.

Lo'ak usually loved the attention (but he'd never admit that out loud).

Now, however, he was far from enthused about his mother's public displays of affection.

He grumbled into her loving embrace, "Alright, Mom." His voice unintentionally took on a higher pitch as his embarrassment grew while being cradled by his mother like a toddler, especially since his brand-new girlfriend was standing right there witnessing it all.

As endearing as it was, you found the entire scenario absolutely hilarious.

Lo'ak just looked so adorably dorky hunched over, his head pressed to his teary-eyed mother's chest.

You tried your best to maintain a straight face but eventually had to place a hand over your mouth to hold back the peals of laughter that threatened to break free at any moment.

Finally, Neytiri reluctantly pulled away from the embrace, holding her son out at arm's length. With tender affection, she placed both hands on either side of Lo'ak's cheeks, gently squeezing them as she cherished the heartfelt moment.

Lo'ak closed his eyes in mortification at the sound of both his girlfriend's and his father's hushed laughter.

He had half a mind to flip you both the finger over his mother's shoulder.

You sat in your tent the following night, meticulously combing through your hair.

You had always been particularly attentive to the care of your hair, finding solace in the repetitive motion that reminded you of how your mother used to tend to it during your childhood.

A snippet of memory flashed through your mind–you, young and energetic, fearlessly training to be a skilled warrior, constantly pushing yourself to new limits. With such an active lifestyle, it was no wonder that your hair frequently suffered the consequences, transforming into an entangled mess by the end of most days.

Your mother, a tender-hearted woman with caring hands, was the only person you felt comfortable entrusting with the delicate task of caring for and braiding your hair.

The memory of her gentle touch still lingered in your mind—her delicate fingers gliding effortlessly through the tangled strands of hair. It was almost therapeutic for you, sitting in your mother's lap as she skillfully braided each section while sharing tales of wisdom and laughter.

You refused to let anyone else handle your hair when she passed away.

Despite numerous heartfelt offers from Omatikayan women around you to braid and aid in grooming as a show of support, you simply couldn't bring yourself to accept them. You just couldn't bear the thought of someone else's hands on the same hair your mother had once lovingly tended to.

You meticulously pulled the front portion of your hair away from your face, fastening it securely at the back of your head with a durable leather band.

You stared intently at your reflection, your gaze lingering on your mother's eyes, your father's nose.

Despite the familiar features, their absence weighed heavily in your heart. You couldn't help but wonder what they would've thought about you, about who you've become, if only they were still there to see you now as you prepared for your first date.

A bittersweet mix of emotions swirled inside you as you gently brushed your hair forward until it cascaded over your shoulders and down your chest. Out of habit, you drew free two strands from the half-ponytail that you created, delicately framing your facial features.

Pausing to critically assess your overall appearance, you cast a discerning eye over your body, slightly adjusting the newly woven top you had painstakingly labored over until it achieved the perfect fit.

Your chest rose with pride as you took in the iridescent beads that tastefully accented your creation, subtly shimmering when caught by the light.

Your loincloth paired flawlessly with the eye-catching top, featuring similar beading that dangled gracefully from its front. The beaded strands ran down the length of your long legs, striking just the right chord between elegance and allure.

You never really paid much attention to your appearance–after all, you were a fierce warrior in a world where looks held no clout on the battlefield.

However, as you gazed at your reflection on this particular night, you felt a surge of beauty and confidence.

Your eyes were naturally drawn to the vibrant yellow flower Kiri had hand-picked for you earlier that day when you told the girl that Lo'ak had nervously asked you out on a date.

You smiled, reminiscing about Lo'ak's clumsy demeanor during the encounter–fumbling over his words and blushing like a smitten teenage girl as he barely managed to stammer out an invitation for a late-night rendezvous of sorts.

As you delicately plucked the brilliant yellow flower from its resting spot on your dresser, you felt a thrill run down your spine.

Tonight's date meant more to you than you cared to admit. You stood poised with the flower in hand, ready to adorn yourself with the token of affection and begin the new chapter in your relationship with Lo'ak.

Then came the knock, the gentle rapping at the entrance of your tent accompanied by Lo'ak's familiar voice calling out your name.

"You can come in," you announced as you anxiously peered over your shoulder.

A smile spread across your face as you observed Lo'ak's crouched form gently pushing aside the tent's flap and emerging into your home.

He made a gallant attempt at entering; however, his feet became rooted to the ground halfway in, his mouth hanging open a bit in astonishment upon seeing you. His eyes roved up and down your body, overtly analyzing every little detail of your entire essence. You sent his mind into a frenzy, and for a moment, words escaped him.

"Hi, Lo'ak," you greeted him warmly, flashing him an infectious smile that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of the tent.

It was evident that your presence had thrown Lo'ak off balance as he desperately fumbled for words while attempting to regain his composure.

Lo'ak swallowed hard, his pupils dilating as he focused back on your face.

It finally dawned on him that his grip on the tent's flap had intensified–it seemed like he had been hanging onto it as if it was his lifeline while processing the sheer beauty standing before him.

Realizing just how crazy he probably looked, he self-consciously released his grasp on the flap and cautiously stepped into the safe haven of your home.

As Lo'ak tried to nonchalantly re-familiarize himself with the tent's surroundings, you could barely stifle a snicker at his disarray.

Finally somewhat composed, Lo'ak began to speak, "You look…" but his voice faltered as his eyes betrayed him once more.

They darted across your figure involuntarily, leaving him both stunned and in awe. You were still the same breathtakingly beautiful girl he had always known and admired. However, tonight, you seemed to shine in a new and enchanting light–literally.

Your presence was almost ethereal as the silver beams of moonlight snuck into your tent and surrounded your form in a mesmerizing halo-like essence.

The glistening beads adorning your chest seemed to dance with the light, casting a dreamy glow upon your lithe frame.

Lo'ak tried valiantly to regain control of his words and emotions but found himself anchored by the unexpected enchantment of the moment. Attempting to form words of admiration, Lo'ak stumbled over his speech like awkward footsteps on uneven ground.

Unable to articulate his thoughts clearly, he barely managed to stutter out, "Shit. I mean—Wow…"

He locked eyes with you as if seeking solace from his own bewilderment. After a fleeting quietude, he finished his sentence with newfound determination, "You look beautiful."

His actions manifested his flustered state even further when he raised a shaky hand to his forehead and trailed it downwards through the air in a long overdue–yet still adorably charming–greeting.

He'd finally come to his senses enough to realize that maybe he should stop embarrassing himself in front of you.

Banishing any lingering awkwardness, Lo'ak consciously steadied himself.

"Thanks, Lo'," you mumbled, your cheeks taking on a familiar pink-purple hue as you glanced away from Lo'ak's gaze and down at the flower that was still cradled in your hands.

Even though you desperately attempted to hide it, the warmth of shyness spread through your chest like wildfire.

Lo'ak closed the distance separating you by taking a few deliberate steps closer. It might have been the potent allure of your subtle beauty or the infectious nature of your timidness, but either way, he found himself compelled towards you. He stood just inches from you, close enough that he could practically feel the heat radiating off your body.

With a hint of playfulness in his eyes, he whispered softly, "Do you have any idea how perfect you are? How lucky I am?" He knew that his words were cheesy and gross, and his siblings would never shut up about it if they ever heard about it, but he was convinced that no mortal realm could produce something so divine as your blush-flushed face.

A grin threatened to stretch across his face as he took in your reaction.

His hands reached out gingerly to cradle your face, gently caressing your soft skin as they traveled down the curve of your neck and over your delicate shoulders. And then, with the tenderness of a caring lover, he took your hands into his own and clasped them tightly.

Your fingers intertwined effortlessly as if they had been crafted specifically for one another's grasp–a lifetime of emotions passing between you both in a single moment.

Though you rolled your eyes at his cliché words, you were painfully aware that your cheeks were glowing under his adoring gaze.

Pretending to be unaffected, you playfully wrapped your arms around his neck while gently brushing your nose against his, giving him a teasing grin.

"Shut up," you replied, a hint of laughter in your voice, "I'm the lucky one."

And as you spoke the words, you couldn't help but wonder if the incredibly surreal moment was just a figment of your imagination.

As if there was no way the boy you'd been in love with for your entire life reciprocated feelings for you. You felt warm all over. It was like a group of woodsprites was performing a magical dance inside your stomach, their delicate arms fluttering with each beat of your heart.

Lo'ak found himself completely captivated by your charming smile–so much so that he could only blink down at you in disbelief as if attempting to comprehend how such an extraordinary moment could be happening to him.

His half-lidded eyes fixated upon the enticing allure of your lips. It was at that precise moment that whatever had been the topic of your conversation seemed to vaporize into thin air.

Lo'ak leaned in, hesitating just a hair's breadth away from your tantalizing lips. And then, with unbridled intensity, he pressed his mouth against yours, wasting no time before deepening the passionate connection as he felt you eagerly reciprocate.

A sweet sigh escaped from your lips, reverberating into Lo'ak's very soul. Your hands cupped his face with an urgency that coaxed him to close the already minute distance between your bodies–a task that seemed impossible and yet one you were both determined to conquer.

The chemistry between the two of you pulsated like a current, undeniable and completely intoxicating.

Lo'ak circled his arms around your waist, drawing you close as you finessed your way onto your tiptoes in an effort to bridge your height difference. With your chests pressed together, your hearts seemingly beat together as one.

You were the first to begrudgingly break away from the heated kiss, the burgeoning passion of it all causing your breath to come in little more than shallow gasps.

As you fought for air, elation danced across your features; Lo'ak's eyes were drawn to the hypnotic way your chest, adorned with all the little shimmering beads of your top, rose and fell like waves on a storm-tossed sea.

Lo'ak tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before releasing it slowly, breathlessly whispering words that seemed simultaneously incredulous and euphoric: "You're not real…"

You still had no idea how to accept the compliments that continually flew from Lo'ak's lips, so you pushed him lightly in the chest–though some might argue it was more of a loving shove.

After a lingering moment, you slowly pulled away and carefully handed the delicate flower you held in your hands to Lo'ak before pivoting away from him, your back towards his front. "Can you put this in my hair for me?" You asked, catching his eye in the polished stone in front of you.

Lo'ak's eyes met yours in the reflection, and you both shared a smile before he acquiesced with a gentle nod of assent.

Lo'ak grinned from ear to ear, his heart swelling with warmth at such a simple yet intimately domestic request. He gathered himself together, consciously straightening his posture and adjusting his stance.

He wove the fragile stem of the flower through the portion of hair you had previously tied back. Using the tenderness of his fingers, he tied your hair and the flower stem together in a knot to ensure it stayed secure.

The artistry of such a simple gesture wasn't lost on him–this was akin to securing his place in your life with every twist and turn of the stem.

After ensuring that his handiwork was secure, he used his fingers to tilt your head to the side, glancing back into the reflective surface so that you could appreciate his masterpiece.

Lo'ak was pleasantly surprised to find that you were already stealing glances at him through the reflection. Your sparkling eyes, ripe with amusement and a dash of affectionate mockery at his antics, shone brightly as you clearly struggled to suppress your laughter.

From his position behind you, Lo'ak grasped the underside of your chin and carefully tilted your head back until your eyes met the tent's ceiling. You squinted in bewilderment, eyes narrowing even further as a mischievous smile spread across Lo'ak's face.

Lo'ak leaned in closer until his lips brushed against your forehead, leaving a tender kiss that lingered for just a moment.

You exhaled sharply, your eyes crinkling shut while you reveled in the sheer bliss of the moment. You beamed at Lo'ak's endearing display of affection.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that forehead kisses were Lo'ak's thing, and it made your heart lurch every single time.

Your connection was palpable, transcending language as your hearts seemed to communicate all on their own.

Bringing your head back to its forward-facing position, you were quickly enveloped in Lo'ak's arms as they wrapped around your front.

His chin lovingly rested in the crook of your shoulder, and his warm breath cascaded by your cheek and neck like an enchanted breeze coaxing delicate goosebumps to dance across your skin. He pressed a fleeting kiss onto your cheek, a domestic little gesture that sent your nerve endings alight with sparks of sensitivity and made your once-even breath catch in your throat.

Your hands instinctively reached up to clasp onto Lo'ak's arms, tracing the contours of his sinewy muscles through entwined fingers. Your thumb made small circles on his warm skin as if penning words of adoration only your hearts could read.

There you stood, intertwined and basking in the unparalleled closeness for what felt like an eternity.

For those precious moments, nothing else mattered. The two of you were lost in a world entirely your own.

As you absentmindedly traced your fingers along Lo'ak's forearm, you spotted an unfamiliar band wrapped around his arm. It immediately caught your attention, as it was different from his usual simply woven armband.

Unable to restrain your curiosity, you gave Lo'ak a gentle nudge and pointed to the new accessory, casually inquiring, "When did you get this?"

Lo'ak seemed to be suddenly jolted back to reality by your unexpected query. His eyes darted toward the band adorning his arm, and a sheepish grin slowly crept onto his lips.

He removed the armband from himself and proudly presented it to you. His demeanor brimming with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, he uttered with an uncharacteristically shy tone, "I made it for you. Yesterday."

As his outstretched fingers reached toward your arm, you found yourself willingly pliant under his hands.

His touch was feather-light as he allowed his fingers to skate up the length of your arm, carefully wrapping the leather band around your bicep. He tightened it, ensuring it hugged you snugly like a second skin.

His fingers may have lingered just a moment longer than necessary, but neither of you seemed to mind.

He took a step back to observe his work, his probing gaze nervously flickering back and forth between the armband and your face in a bid to gauge your reaction to his first courting gift.

"Lo'ak…" you began, your voice barely a whisper as you stared in sheer wonder at the extraordinary gift that adorned your arm. Unable to leash the surge of euphoria that washed over you, a radiant smile stretched across your face as you meticulously inspected every detail in the craftsmanship.

It was an incredibly intricate weave, with methodical rows of tiny cerulean beads meticulously embedded along the center. Dangling from the forefront of the band was a stunning azure feather, swaying gently with each movement of your arm.

The thought that Lo'ak had not only taken his valuable time but also poured his heart and soul into creating such a beautiful gift just for you was utterly mind-blowing.

Your cheeks began to ache from the relentless grinning, but you genuinely couldn't help yourself.

Imagining Lo'ak hunched over the delicate materials late into the night, painstakingly threading bead after bead, all for you, brought unprecedented warmth to your heart. You could practically envision him cursing under his breath, an endearing grimace on his face as he unraveled yet another misaligned row of beads.

"Kiri and Tuk had to teach me how to get all the beads lined up straight, but still."

Lo'ak's face blushed an even deeper shade of purple as you closely examined the painstakingly crafted armband, your expression filled with a particular fondness that seemed to make time stand still.

Attempting to regain his composure, Lo'ak continued, trying his best to keep his voice steady, "Just wanted to make something special for you," he said, a palpable warmth–similar to that of a comforting fire on a cold night–permeating his words.

Now resting snugly on your bicep, the armband was more than just a simple gift. Each cluster of beads spiraling around your arm symbolized friendship and love, telling the story of how the two of your lives had imperfectly intertwined.

At last, you raised your gaze and met his eyes, a spark igniting between you. Your expression undoubtedly revealed the full force of emotions his gift had stirred within you.

You'd fallen for him hard; the sensation nearly swamped you in its intensity.

As if pulled by an invisible force, your hand reached out for Lo'ak and gripped his arm, pulling him closer to you gently but firmly. There was something pleasing in the way he immediately sensed your intentions and effortlessly tilted down to bridge the distance between your lips.

Your lips intertwined in a passionate dance, each kiss a familiar step in an ever-evolving choreography. Each touch sent your senses aflame. Your fingers tightened around his arms, and you felt giddy with desire as you practically drank Lo'ak in.

Lo'ak slowly broke away from you, gazing into your eyes with a lazy smile spreading across his lips.

"So, you like the gift?" he inquired, his deep voice barely above a whisper while a playful light danced in his eyes.

He enjoyed how eagerly you reached out for him, unable to resist pulling him back into your tight and loving embrace.

"Shut up," you mumbled for the second time that day, your tone filled with affectionate annoyance. Without wasting another moment, you reconnected your lips to Lo'ak's once more as if you were drawn together by an irresistible magnetic force. Your fingers found their way through the mess of his braids, gently caressing and teasing.

You eagerly swiped your tongue against Lo'ak's, and a low groan of satisfaction resonated from the depths of his throat as he became lost in your enthusiasm.

The sensation sent shivers down your spine as the sound resonated against your lips, fusing together with every captivating touch and connection between the two of you.

Gradually, almost imperceptibly, Lo'ak started guiding you further into the tent. With each step, his presence felt more magnetic, drawing you in closer until the back of your legs made contact with your dining table. All the while, your lips remained locked in a passionate–bordering on messy–kiss.

Lo'ak gently took hold of the backs of your thighs and lifted you with an ease that spoke volumes about his strength until you found yourself seated upon the table's edge, anticipation coursing through your veins.

A shiver of delight raced down your spine as you were acutely aware of the intimate position you found yourselves in.

Lo'ak stood firmly between your legs, his warm hands resting securely on the tops of your thighs. His fingers occasionally tightened and released their grip on your soft flesh, almost like an instinctive response to the intensity of the moment.

Using your new position to his advantage, Lo'ak broke away from your lips.

His mouth began exploring new territory, leaving a smoldering trail of kisses starting from your flushed cheek before continuing slightly lower along the delicate line of your jaw. With each tender brush of his lips, it felt like he was both adoring and claiming you simultaneously.

With no intention of stopping his tender assault on your senses anytime soon, Lo'ak continued to leave a line of heated kisses down your neck. You could feel his breath on your skin, warm and tantalizingly close. It felt so good; you didn't know what the fuck to do with yourself.

The potent spell that seemed to surround you both only grew stronger with every caress from Lo'ak's lips against your sensitive skin.

As if by instinct, you tilted your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. A broken moan escaped your lips, embarrassingly louder than you intended, when he tenderly bit at the sweet spot where your neck met your shoulder.

You could feel the corners of his lips curving into a satisfied grin against your skin, evidently taking pleasure in the extent to which he was able to produce such a response from you.

Over the course of several days, during which you slowly began to explore one another's bodies, the two of you seemed to have acquired an almost complete understanding of one another's desires and sensitivities. It wasn't exactly surprising, considering that before all this happened, Lo'ak had always been–and would continue to be– your best friend.

He was the one person who truly knew you inside and out.

Now that your relationship had evolved into something more intimate beyond mere friendship, it made sense that Lo'ak also possessed a profound knowledge of the delicate parts of your body–the places where tender kisses and gentle touches could reduce you to a quivering mess.

He knew exactly where to plant his kisses and caresses, how to hold and embrace you in a way that made you lose any semblance of control and unravel in his arms. And there you were: completely surrendering yourself to him, falling apart in his warm embrace as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Lo'ak refocused his attention on the tender spot on your neck, an area that he knew was hyper-sensitive to the touch. He pressed gentle kisses and nips into the skin, causing your body to tremble with each electrifying sensation.

You were gripped by a whirlwind of intensity. Your heart raced as your legs instinctively circled around his waist, trapping him closer to you.

Your hands seemed to move on their own accord as they wandered down the sides of Lo'ak's body, leaving a trail of light scratches etched into his skin. Your delicate touch actually caused Lo'ak to whimper against the crook of your neck—an almost inaudible sound that only heightened your desire for him.

Breathless and more than a little out of it by the intensity of it all, you managed to muster a question laced with curiosity and amusement.

"So, is this the date?"

The question hung in the air as you added, "Because I really don't mind–"

Before you could finish that thought, Lo'ak abruptly paused–your words bringing him back to reality in an instant. His sharp intake of breath broke the spell that had previously engulfed him in a lustful haze.

He yanked his mouth away from your neck, staring back at you with dark eyes and an indescribable expression etched across his face.

"Fuck, y/n," he mumbled under his breath; all the while, a grin threatened to conquer the entire expanse of his face.

He couldn't help but take note of your disheveled state, and his chest swelled with pride as he spotted the rapidly forming bruise near your collarbone–a mark of his doing. He shamelessly took in the sight of you, ragged and raw, completely enamored as if you were the most captivating being he'd ever encountered.

His lungs labored for air; he was breathing heavily from the intensity of the experience shared between you two. Yet, even so, it appeared as if there was still more to be said or done–a lingering craving that hadn't been fully quenched.

As if driven by an unspoken instinct, Lo'ak wasted no time closing the distance between you once more. However, this time, his approach was gentler: a brief, tender press against your lips that held all the sweetness and promise of future love.

As he stepped back, his fingers circled around your wrist, securing a gentle grip before gingerly tugging you away from the table's edge–back into reality.

"No," he responded, shaking his head emphatically but with a beaming smile remaining on his face. "I planned it all out. You're just… really distracting."

As if to confirm his statement, Lo'ak's eyes helplessly wandered over your figure once again, taking in every detail as you stood there before him.

A gentle, tender look filled his eyes as he extended his arm and readjusted the position of your top, which must have shifted out of place in the excitement of all that had just transpired.

Lo'ak's careful touch and earnest words effectively conveyed the profound connection that had formed between the two of you. There was an undeniable feeling surrounding you–a bond that exceeded mere physical attraction and delved into the realm of the emotional and unspoken.

Lo'ak paused for a moment, allowing both of you to exchange a look teeming with intimacy and understanding before you spoke up.

"So, it's my fault then?" Your question came out half-jokingly as you tried to divert attention from the increasingly warm blush tinting your cheeks in response to Lo'ak's sincere affection.

Lo'ak laughed at your unyielding nature. He was well aware of just how stubborn you could be at times, and this had become one of those instances where your resilience never ceased to amaze him.

Taking a few measured steps backward, he tried to suppress the burning temptation of getting sidetracked by your infectious energy yet again. Lo'ak knew that if he didn't act now, the date night he had meticulously planned would be nothing more than a distant dream.

Lo'ak gradually inched toward the exit of your tent, a mixture of anticipation and excitement bubbling up inside him, fueling his desire for the evening to be completely memorable.

As he extended his hand towards you, an inviting smile lingered playfully on his lips–a silent invitation for you to take a leap of faith into the evening that awaited the two of you. Lo'ak knew all too well how much you loved exploring the forest and uncovering its secrets alongside him, and tonight would be no exception.

"C'mon, I wanna show you somewhere cool," he enticed, emphasizing his offer by subtly nudging his head toward his outstretched hand.

The moment the idea was proposed, your eyes widened in excitement, and your entire being became enveloped by a childlike sense of joy.

The thought of venturing into the late-night forest alongside Lo'ak sent jolts of anticipation through your body. After all, embarking on these nocturnal escapades had grown to become one of your most treasured pastimes with your best friend.

You could feel the magnetic pull between you and Lo'ak, who stirred within you an eagerness that made any resistance utterly hopeless. He possessed a unique kind of charm that made it genuinely impossible for you to say no, even if you'd wanted to.

Honestly, if Lo'ak asked anything of you, you would probably oblige without hesitation.

It seemed almost instinctive for your fingers to reach out and intertwine with his in a display of trust and camaraderie that seemed to transcend words or even conscious thought.

As Lo'ak gently pulled you forward and out of your tent, the familiar sensation of adrenaline coursed through your veins–a fierce brightness against the inky blackness of the night that seemed to beckon you further into its embrace.

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Previously: Chapter I, Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV, Chapter V

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