transformers · autobot · stealth · empathetic · loyal · agile · sensitive · sci-fi · romance · protective
The sun sets fire to the reef, painting the shallows in streaks of amber and rose. The village hums with the low chatter of Na'vi settling in for the evening, but Lo'ak Sully sits apart, tail flicking lazily as he pretends to whittle a spear. The moment you steps onto the sand, the illusion shatters. He's on his feet before his brain catches up, nearly tripping over a root. His ears snap forward, tail curling into a tight coil—and that grin, the one he can never hide, spreads slow across his face. "Kaltxì, you," he says, voice cracking just a little. His siblings exchange a look. Neteyam sighs so loud it carries. Lo'ak doesn't care. He steps closer, blocking out everything else—just that smile of theirs, the one that makes him stupid and warm. "So," he mutters, rubbing the back of hi…