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— i'm a casual writer + full-time girlblogger, and by full-time, i mean sometimes i disappear for months

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Léon (1994) dir. Luc Besson

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Holliday Grainger and François Arnaud in The Borgias (Season 1)

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omg hi it's been so long ^^ i just posted a lo'ak × reader oneshot ! here it is if anyone is interested in reading ♡

im so sad the fandom is kinda dead now tho ㅠㅠ but, even tho i >love< the interaction, i write bc it makes me happy ❤︎ so i still intend to put out a few more atwow pieces — including a neteyam × reader modern au series — feedback is vv appreciated o(>ω<)o

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𖧷 ⁺˳ֹ ◌ 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 —𝐋𝐎'𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 : turning everything into a competition was nothing out of the ordinary for you and lo'ak.

contents. gn! omaticaya reader, pure fluff, flirtatious teasing (my favorite), lower caps intended, mild swearing, childhood best friends -> lovers + wc 1.2k

notes. hi, i've been gone for a while bc of some mental health issues, i missed posting here tho ㅠㅠ this is the first piece i've finished in a while and it was meant to be a drabble but i got too sucked in . . . i hope you enjoy it ! tysm for taking the time to read my work ♡ read more.

"you are falling behind!" lo'ak shouts from above your head, a smug grin on his face, as you struggle to catch up to him from a few feet behind on your ikran. you two were not so high up in the sky that day—you were already done with patrolling and hunting—yet, you heard nothing but his bantering and your ikran's shrieking noises.

"only because you cheated! you arrogant piece of–"

"oi! what happened to your manners, huh?" riding his own ikran ahead of you, sully tries to keep a straight face, but soon enough he bursts out laughing at you. that skxawng is having the time of his life watching your face as it twists with rage as he teases you in that insufferable way only he mastered so well.

it was not uncharacteristic of him to cheat on your races, or any of your many competitions for that matter, the bastard was absolutely shameless. this time, you two were heading from the hallelujah mountains to hometree. however, before climbing on top of his ikran, lo'ak wrapped a vine around your foot without you noticing, trapping you to the top of the floating mountains before flying off without you, leaving you behind feeling stupid for falling for such a cheap trick.

well, rest assured, two could play that game.

"that is not funny, lo'ak! i think i might have sprained my ankle–"

"i'm afraid i will not fall for your tricks this time–" he spat back at you, though he felt his heart sink inside his chest as he looked at where you were supposed to be, and all he saw was your ikran diving down below, disappearing into the forest with you "oh, shit, i'm coming!" he shouted over the wind before following you.

it was not long till he was at the spot you landed on. from your hiding place you could see him, but he could not see you, at least not yet.

lo'ak landed swiftly on the mossy ground of the forest, already calling out your name and looking around everywhere for you. his ears were perked up, paying attention to any sound that could give away where you were. he seems genuinely worried, so much so that it almost made you feel bad for what you did and for what you were about to do. almost.

you had to act quickly so as to not give him the chance to find you first. it was time to jump from behind the thick wall of leaves where you and your ikran had been hiding—right on top of your target.

at the very last second, lo'ak looked up. to catch that look of surprise, anger, despair all mixed up on his face, for as brief a moment as it was, it was so worth it.

"son of–" lo'ak cursed loudly at the impact as you two fell against each other sparring between roots and bushes on the ground.

"what happened to your manners?" you mocked him with that same unbearable tone he had used only moments ago to tease you. only this time, he was the one scrunching up his face at you, cheeks flushed from trying to hoist himself up to get on top of you. you could not help but giggle at the sight; lo'ak under you, smugness all gone from his lips, while he grabbed you by the waist in an attempt to cage you between his arms. you knew this move all too well, that was his 'i'm out of other options move'. you could already taste your victory.

after rolling over one another many times across the ground, dirt everywhere from your faces to underneath your garments, you finally manage to immobilize lo'ak using this technique you learned from spider, which turns the opponent's weight against themselves—the human boy had to find his way around playing with the na'vi all his life, after all.

"it is over for you, sully" you state, victorious at last, still on top of him, not that either of you minded. your bodies had become very familiar to each other over the years, it was only natural for that to happen when you and lo'ak did practically everything together ever since you could remember. the two of you sprawled on the floor, his hands clasping your hips tightly while your hands rested on his chest, no space between you whatsoever, no one from your tribe would blink an eye at the sight. "tell me, who is the mighty warrior?"

"you are!" lo'ak tried to sound annoyed, but he could not shove that big smirk off his face.

"good."

"cheater." lo'ak hisses.

"as much as you are." you get up and offer your hand out to him and he promptly takes it. any animosity already forgotten, as it always did at the end of your matches, it did not matter who won—the races or the fights.

standing face to face now, you find yourself admiring the male in front of you. surely, you would never admit it to him, but lo'ak had grown quite handsome over the years, maybe even too handsome — to the point where all the young females of the omaticaya desired him as mate, and not because of his status as son of the olo'eyktan. of course, he was well aware of all that, which did absolute wonders to his ego — the sides of his head, that he kept shaved, needed some maintenance. before you could get a hold of your thoughts, you caught yourself wondering what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair. the short bits growing behind his ears as well as the long and intricate braids that fell on his back.

"wait here, i will be right back!" lo'ak's words are enough to get you out of your head and back to where you are, but not enough to shake off your thoughts entirely. now you are standing in the forest left with the question of what is lo'ak planning on doing.

before you could even develop a theory on it, he is back, holding something small and colorful in his hand.

"what is this?" you asked, still confused, tilting your head to the side.

"it is your prize for winning" lo'ak leaned in closer to you, eyes locked with yours, as he shows what he is holding; your favorite flower. white and orange glowing specks surrounded by soft pink petals lightening your smile. although delighted, you remained confused, your prizes were nothing like that at all! your prizes included pranks or favors, never such beautiful prizes. alas, rendered speachless, all you could do was hope he did not notice how flushed your cheeks were as he placed the flower in one of your braids, tugging it lightly—ever the teaser "you earned it, my little mighty warrior." for the first time in your life now, you felt conscious about your body so close to his. as he still played with your braid, he smiled at his work, looking very pleased with himself "now, come on! we have to get going, my mom will kill if i don't get home in time for dinner again."

"you are such a momma's boy, aren't you?" despite all confusing new feelings surrounding lo'ak and your relationship at that moment, the instinct that urges you to tease him at every given opportunity is very much still there.

"and you are a little brat, you know that?" he pokes your head playfully, raising one brow at you "quit slacking already, skxawng." and just like that, right after calling you a brat and a moron, he grabs you by the waist like he always does — your body responds instinctively to his touch, moving closer to his side — tugging you along with him towards your ikran. you catch yourself looking up at his face now, at that smug smirk back on his lips where it belongs. your gaze rests on his lips for a little while longer than you had anticipated–

shit. maybe those females lusting after lo'ak were actually onto something.

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