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nin3kyuu · 3 months ago

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READY FOR PT. 2? BCS I'M READYYYYY

"Baby steps"

Part two of 9- the Nätya x Recom Lopez series of one shots.

These are one shots for my dearest friend @nin3kyuu of her Oc Nätya x Lopez that builds apon their chemistry.

Baby steps is the starting of building trust and Lopez recovery.

This man did not seem to know what rest was, and if he did, he certainly didn't act like it. Nätya had to stop Lopez many times from trying to get up. His own snarls and hisses of pain didn’t deter him as he insisted on moving, only to snap angrily at her in that unknown language when she gently pushed him back down.

“You need to rest!” she hissed at him after the hundredth attempt in the past three days. Each time he woke up, he tried to get up, only to reopen his wounds and start bleeding again. Her patience had finally worn thin. This time, she was rougher in pushing him back down. Guilt flickered through her when he let out a sound of pain, but her frustration kept her from apologizing.

“If you had just stayed down, you wouldn’t be in pain right now! You have a gaping wound in your chest! We had to pull an arrow out of you, and you're being an idiot by testing not only Ewya’s patience but mine, too, as I tend to you!” Nätya hissed, her words curling in her frustration, concern, and anger. This man didn’t understand her language, but surely he could pick up on her tone. As she ranted and scolded him in her native tongue, her hands moved wildly, her expressions as open as a scroll.

“You’re like a baby—no, worse than a baby! At least they know to stop when their mothers scold them!” Her eyes snapped toward his, taking in the wide-eyed expression in his saffron eyes. His ears perked up, twitching ever so often, which only added to her aggravation. In a burst of frustration, she leapt from her knees to a full stance.

“Get up and get hurt, and I won’t be gentle when I change your wrappings!” she hissed, storming out of the healer’s den. She needed fresh air, far away from her newest, most stubborn responsibility. She stormed past her many cousins and family members, not wanting to hear their opinions on her choices. She found solace near a cliff that overlooked a misty mountainside, where she could see the endless sky and the treetops cloaked in mist. She sat down, pulling her knees to her chest as she stared beyond, letting her mind soar over the clouds.

Guilt began to form, and she grumbled in annoyance before taking a deep breath, feeling her lungs expand and then contract as she exhaled.

He must want to go home.

She thought, trying to put herself in the man’s place. Had she been injured and woken up in a strange place, she would want to go home too. She felt slightly bad for scolding him, knowing he didn’t understand her words, but she couldn’t ignore his inability to pick up on situational cues. He was hurt, yes, and she, as his healer, was trying to heal him and ensure he was resting. His rashness in trying to move so soon after sustaining a wound that should have killed him was sheer idiocy. Logic dictated that one should allow oneself to heal before pushing their body, but that logic didn’t seem to register with this man.

After calming her mind and praying to the Great Mother to strengthen her patience, for she knew this man would test it many more times, she returned to the healer’s den. A bowl of stew in hand, still watered down for easy consumption but now with more chewable items to satisfy his hunger, she found him sitting up again. Frustration began to bubble up, but Nätya pushed it away as soon as she felt it. She paused, watching him stare blankly at the dense wall, his tail flicking in a familiar gesture of boredom. Her own ears twitched backward. It must be boring to be awake with nothing to do. She wondered if he was skilled with his hands. Perhaps she could bring him weaving supplies or teach him how to sew his own Ruana.

Another step caused Lopez to notice her. He turned his head, locking his saffron eyes on hers. She moved toward him, kneeling as she held out the bowl of stew. He took it from her after a moment of hesitation but didn’t immediately eat. Instead, he placed the bowl on his legs and looked away, his ears flattening back.

His change in demeanor made her hesitate, and her own ears began to droop as she took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.”

One apology was in her native tongue, the other in his slurred, like a fumbling child. Both voices echoed through the den, causing them to pause and look at each other with wide eyes and perking ears.

Before Nätya could recover, it was Lopez who found his voice first.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, fumbling over the words before sighing and moving a hand to his wound's wrappings.

“I know you can’t understand me. You’re trying to help, but I gotta get out of here. I have people out there needing me.” His breathing picked up, causing pain in his chest, making him hiss slightly as his tail flicked.

“Need...to...run.” He forced out the words, not liking how they didn’t roll off his tongue like his native language or the secondary one he’d learned at a young age. Still, he was one of the few on the Deja Blue team who could half-ass a few Na'vi words. He watched as the woman frowned at his words, shaking her head while softly moving her hands in front of her as she spoke more Na'vi. He could only make out a few words despite how slowly she was speaking, more for his sake than hers.

“‘He ra torutoru i muri i te toenga, ka awhina ahau i a koe ki te hikoi, nga hikoi peepi.”’ She spoke, moving her hands to show signs of resting and then walking two fingers on her palm.

“Takahanga pēpi,” she repeated once more. Lopez racked his brain over the words for a moment before he understood and nodded.

“Baby steps,” he muttered. And so, he had to learn a new kind of patience. Nätya brought him things to do—fabrics to sew, which he didn’t mind. Other things, like weaving, he refused, finding the repetitive motions too boring for his active mind. But the sewing he liked, simply because he knew how to sew. Most of the embroidery, making little designs, reminded him of home, of his family unit, watching his mother and grandmother sew together. Pleasant memories.

After a few more days and many wrapping changes later, Nätya, with the aid of another man, helped him stand. He had been too eager, and the moment they let go of his arms, he stupidly tried to walk, feeling his leg buckle from under him and nearly falling if it wasn’t for the male Na'vi grabbing him. The jerking movement sent pain shooting through him, and he yelped. Nätya quickly moved to his side, concern in her eyes as she helped him regain balance.

“Takahanga pēpi!” her voice rang, making him inhale sharply and nod. This time, with the aid of her male friend, he took a smaller step, which turned into a few more steps. Nätya stayed by his side, muttering a word every time he moved too fast. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she was saying “slowly.”

By the time Lopez reached the opening of the healing den, a mere ten feet away from his resting place, he was winded, drenched in sweat, and heaving, causing pain in his chest. When the two Na'vi tried to guide him back to the bedding, he refused, clawing at the opening of the den, using it to hold his weight as he panted.

Watching him refuse help pained her. It was clear he needed it. So when she asked her older cousin to carry him back to his bedding, she was glad for the trembling of Lopez’s body grew more and more noticeable with each wheezing breath.

Embarrassment filled Lopez the second her cousin scooped him up and carried him back to the bedding, easily placing him down before leaving.

“Thank you, cousin,” she called after him, watching her cousin wave her off as he exited the den. She turned her attention back to Lopez, whose face was soured. She grabbed his hand, watching his face turn, and those yellowed eyes met her own.

“‘Baby steps,”’ she spoke softly, watching as he inhaled before nodding.

“‘Baby steps,”’ he repeated in a promising tone, signaling that he wouldn’t rush his recovery. He smiled when Nätya’s face brightened, and she gave him a sweet smile, speaking words he couldn’t yet understand but sounding like words of encouragement.

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nin3kyuu · 3 months ago

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WE BACK AT IT AGAIN BABYYYYY

NI'NÄTYA X LOPEZ??? YES MA'AM/SIR

ENJOY IT >:D HEHEHEHE

Home sickness

A gift for one of my dearest friends @nin3kyuu !

This is part of a part series of one shots with Nines Oc Nätya × Recom Lopez. In this 9 part series of one shots is showing how they met and built their chemistry & relationship.

I am adoring writing this little series just brainstorming ways to show their relationship building is so much fun!

Homesickness was a plague that would infect one every so often and the only cure for the nostalgic feeling is to go back to one's home, even if it was a few hours. The risks were worth it for her as wind blew through her hair, her Ikrans beating powerful wings soaring her through the cloudy skies, the sun warm on her skin providing her missed beloved burning.

The smell of salt burning through her nostrils after so long of inhaling chilly mists. A smile formed on her face as her eyes closed and tilted her head back to embrace everything around her. Listening and seeing the world through her Ikran, Akaska. Feeling Her heartbeat in tune with her own, seeing the brilliant skies in the brighter and sharper hues Akaska could see more than her.

Feeling Akaska wings out stretch as if It was Nätya was the one who had the wings and was flying, Her hands grabbing sides of Akaskas neck, her fingers secure in the groves of her Ikran before she allowed her spirit to connect with Akaska's.

Within a breathe Akaska was diving down, swirling around as Nät leaned pushing her body closer to Akaska fully trusting her spirit sister with everything in her being as they spiraled downwards. Their bond was strong as at the last second she felt Akaska wings spread, catching wings and causing them to rise back up towards the sky on a wind current. Näts eyes open wide, a cheer leaving her as she sees the ocean surrounding them, joy filling her as Akaska tilted allowing her wings to kiss the waters spraying it upwards towards Nät. Laughter of innocence and joy leaving her rider as they near the Cay they would sneak away from the mountains to visit every few months.

The Ikran circled the cay allowing Näts to see it in all of its beauty, feeling a warming feeling settle in her chest as they began to ascend downwards ready to land.

It was until She would hear a screech of another Ikran before a flash of muddied yellows and pink blurred past nearly crashing into Akaska making Nätya grasp her Tightly a shout leaving her.

The other Ikran swerved around before flying back into Akaska its shrieks filled with panic and confusion as it would try colliding into Akaska over again, circling them both, a behavior that was not common in such giant beasts. Nätya could not allow the other to attack Akaska again moving to uncover their queues she stood timing when the muddy looking Ikran swept under Akasa before Nätya leapt down to it landing on its back causing it to shriek, she forced herself onto the area Na'vi would sit on top of them grabbing its queue and connecting them as it began to spiral as to fling her off and into the ocean below. Once the connection was made She could feel the animals panic and grief, it's anxiety filling her making her heart race.

‘Enough! Show me what is troubling you!’

She willed the animal before it stopped spiraling and started flying more calming, taking off away from the cay less than a mile from it before circling around something that was bobbing in the water. Nät eyes would land on the object of deep blue, strange clothing and yet red, so much red seeping from it and circling it. Panicked speaking through her and the Ikran had let out a shriek reflecting it and she quickly soothed it before making the animal near the waters so that she could grab the floating body, pulling it onto the Ikran she turned the body to his back, a gasp leaving her as she saw the snapped arrow that embedded into the man's chest.

His strange clothing soaked in red that dripped down the muddy Ikran that made her worry deeply. She forced the unknown Ikran back up into the sky already willing it towards the direction where she could get this man help. Calling out to her Spirit sister to follow as their trip to the Cay was ruined and another important matter stacked on top of it that needed priority.

As she quickly flew back towards the village hidden away from the majestic mountains her gaze would fall on the dying man, the only think telling her he was alive was raspy breaths and the dull heart beat under her palm that pressed against the arrow wound keeping pressure to prevent the gushing bleeding the strange man was experience.

From his clothes she knew he was none of the people, being what her uncle had spoken in concern.

A colonizer.

She was worried about bringing him to her clan's village, worried that her Uncle would turn him away to die and not waste effort to heal him. But with each raspy inhale and exhale she willed the Ikran to go faster and it responded in desperation to save him.

The colonizer was the Ikrans rider, the loyal beast was trying to find him help.

She had praised the animal, feeling her praise did well for the animal's mental state as it began to follow Asaska up the mountains. Nätya was slightly reckless, she would rather beg for forgiveness later as she forced the colonizers Ikran to land right in the middle of the village simi freaking out some cousins and aunties but she grasped the man under his shoulders sliding off the Ikran, shouting for help. Shouting for her uncle and while no one moved at first she saw her Uncle leave from his Tsahík dens, confusion and worry on his scrunched up turning to concern as he only saw the image of Nätya covered in blood before his eyes moved down to the injured colonizers. His niece begged words that brough slight hesitation.

“Help him! Please! He's hurt and was floating in the oceans.” Nätya words Begged and yet back handedly snitching on her awareness, something she would hear later about, but for now seeing his niece's worries for such a thing in her arms was the only reason je made haste in healing the colonizer.

Getting the man if he should call the colonizer that, stable and bound with herbal soaked wrappings to kill infection in the festering wound. Nätya sat beside the man who laid sprawled out on matting of bedding. Tending to the Colonizer now that he had gotten him stable.

“He can not stay.” Her uncle's words were ushered, making her look up with widened eyes.

“He needs help. He is hurt.” She softly pleads a case for the man.

“He is a murderer. That demon will bring nothing but spilt blood.” Her Uncle responded

“As they had for other clans.”

“I can change him.” Nätya had pressed. “He is lost, I can lead him to be found. Please, it was Eywa's will I find him.”

“Was it her will for you to sneak off?”

“Perhaps if it was to save a life uncle.”

It was her stubbornness that earned her a glare, watching his ears twitch.

“One season. You will have one season to prove a blood bringer can be accepted by Ewya.” Was his final decree before he left her alone with the unconscious colonizers.

Nätya ears twitched before she looked down at the unconscious man, moving a warm wet cloth to his forehead to help kill his burning high fever.

“You will learn.” She spoke as if demanding it from the unconscious man. “After ruining my day it is the least you can do.”

She had tended to him, the whole night until it merged to the high soaring sun that gleamed over the mists that surrounded the mountains. Leaving and returning with herbs to reapply into his festering wound, the skin around it turned dark purples and reds as the infection was taking hold and refusing to leave as she packed it full of the strongest herbs she knew. The man would make pained noises in his unconscious state, his eyes moving under closed eyelids but not once did they open, as she cleaned and rewrapped the wound.

She would carefully grab his head, lifting it as she brought small bowls to his lips with herbal teas and water to help his body heal from the inside and to keep him from going ill due to lack of water. She would do this again later in the evening with Rich broths made before boiling down vegetables and herbs and straining them to just a liquid state.

The day would transcend into night and it seemed only the stars would see her as she wrung out cloth after cloth dipping into warm water set aside to a fire and bring it to set across the Man's forehead.

By morning light her Uncle would come to do cleansing rituals on the man, insisting it was his damned soul keeping him sick, that if he had a chance at all to be seen by the mother, he needed to erase the man's soul so a new one may form.

Cleansing after cleansing took for many days aided by her gentle care into keeping him hydrated and fed with liquid, keeping his wounds as clean as she could.

By the ninth day, things had finally changed from the worst to hope.

Her prayers to the mother seemingly heard as his infection had started to dwell down, the nasty colors around the wound fading and the wound had begun to start closing up, allowing new scar tissue to form and seal up the wound. His fevers and other tremors cleared up as the day had progressed and his breathing had finally started to sound more even. His eyes would still move around under closed eyelids and she wondered in her exhausted state if the Colonizer dreamed.

What dreams did he see behind those closed eyes? Were they dreams at all? Nightmares perhaps from.how he would softly groan in his sleep flinching ever so often, fingers curling. She tried to give the stranger comfort by shushing him and patring a warm cloth at his chest to clean his wound once more.

It was the ninth night when she entered the den after joining her cousins and family at the nightly supper when her eyes met saffron eyes that bored into her own.

“‘Hello. You have been asleep for many days and nights.”’ She had spoken softly to him cautiously, moving in the den with a bowl of more broth for the man, she would watch how he tensed up at the sight of her, his face scrunching lips moving to flash his teeth.

a display of aggression.

Was he truly like what her uncle had said about colonizers?

Words moving from his lips, many that she did not understand. She stared at him, her ears twitching as she moved a hand from the bowl balancing in one hand as she brought her free one to her chest.

“‘Nätya.” She softly spoke, speaking slowly to the man, he would spew more words out to her and she would twitch her head to the side in confusion before repeating her gesture once again.

‘“Nätya.”’ She repeated before moving a hand out towards him. ‘“And you?”’

Watching how those Saffron eyes studied her his ears slicked back before he scowled.

“Lopez.” His voice thick with an unknown accent of his own causing her tail to twitch and ears to perk. How his tongue would curl around the name made it sound intriguing.

She would smile at him before offering the bowl to him.

“‘Broth, it is for you.”’ She announced holding it out to him, keeping her at a distance. She watched how his narrowed eyes would land on her hands before tension seemed to break from him, relaxing as he grabbed the bowl, his arm flexing as he took it and brought it to his lips drinking.

it seems like the colonizer is most trusting.

She would think as she watched him drink the broth gulp after gulp.

He didn't even smell it first or taste tested it to make sure it was safe, he had just simply ...Trusted her on a whim.

She smiled as she crouched down watching him with space between them.

Surely there must be hope for him.

She just knew it.