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i havent even begun to remotely process the signings and leavings even though i know them all i know im going to tune in to preseason and still be just as shocked as if i didnt know the trades
#leafs lb#not seeing that greasy mfer or nicky :( is gonna be so weird#and no sammy???#and no gregor but like… let me hold mt tongue im a fan of a fourth liner#but also OEL????#OEL?#and tanev#gonna be weird asd#AND STILL WAITING ON DEWEY SIGNING
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it’s really cool and fun that JT’s amulet is doing wonders for him and his game but I think he neglected to tell us that in order for that to happen it indirectly takes out every other player on the fucking team
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December 1999; Coyotes Captain, Keith Tkachuk, was almost traded to the Carolina Hurricanes. And when asked about it that is what he said.
Images: 1, 2 (3), 4, 5 (6, 7, 8), 9 (10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16), 17, 18
#arizona coyotes#some context for slide 5&6:#all 4 captains shown are all the coyotes captains in franchise history: keith tkachuk teppo numminen shane doan and oliver ekman-larsson#all the photos in slide 6 is of the coyotes in the playoffs#also context for slide 4: shane doan is the longest tenure coyotes he spent 21 seasons with the franchise#do you guys everything about how the players loved arizona but their management was useless and repetitively let the team down?#keith tkachuk sir you were insane for saying that; thank you#also what is with keith tkachuk and *almost* being on [insert] team; that isn't an exaggeration its happened twice with chi and the canes#i will admit this did take me 5 hours to make but that is because i kept crying over sd19 tn27 kt7 and oel; like any normal coyotes fan#the id text in slide 9 made me cry; “it's the final photo of the Arizona Coyotes.” like okay 🥹#this sports x words edition isn't as funky like the others sorry about that :/#sports x words ★#nhl
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the funniest thing about the ~i just don't know if mitch marner is worth it~ arguments is like... who is hitting free agency next year who would come to toronto in his place that you think would make this team that much better. like at least have an idea, lol. if you think 2 6 mil players are miraculously gonna bring more balance to this roster and bring in the production, pking abilities, defensive abilities, etc... who are they....... like this is not the sims. this isn't fantasy sports.. you don't get to just mentally pluck guys off teams you think produce for their value where they are and be like !! look how THAT player would be on this team when that's just not the case and who knows if they'd even come here beyond them nOT even being on the market. who knows if they'd perform as they do now. who knows what the TEAM vibes would be if you didn't extend him.... you see how rotten locker rooms can affect teams on ice right now in the league, lol.
i think most people are genuinely just mad at the use of the money outside of the core (rightfully so bc the way the leafs have used it in the past/are using some of it now... lol there are ways to be smart w your money and you need your depth to overperform a bit and we don't get that) and don't know where to channel it so much of the time. if the core make up over 50% of the cap and ALSO contribute over 50% of the production... are they not doing what you pay them to do. i get that playoffs are a different beast and blah blah but any team that wins the cup has ppl producing over their value and a lot of luck, man. there's no Blueprint for Winning a stanley cup to follow and it fills me with so much disdain to see people act like it's just Not Possible for the current leafs bc it's never happened before. like yeah and other teams haven't had this many high caliber players at once. every year is a new and different situation.
#playoff success isnt even linear bro........#anyway. its always worth it to overpay unique talent. always.#if 2 mil breaks ur roster construction#ur teams fucked anyway fjhdjsnk. like.#idk. we are getting some overperformance from guys like knies mccabe oel etc#but we're also wasting money w reaves domi mo (sorry love him want him here forever) etc#we overpaid willy a bit but everyone thinks thats worth it for a couple clutch goals in a singular playoff run like. and#ultimately it WILL be worth it but like ppl arre sooooo fickle without even---.#anyway rant over its just getting exhausting#there will never be another mitch in this franchise man. getting rid of him now makes ur team worse#in regular season and in playoffs. lol
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pretty boy spotted in dania beach alert pretty boy spotted in dania beach alert!
6.29.24 (x)
#brandon montour#florida panthers#multiple cats players had scheduled signings today at hollywood collectibles in dania beach today#monty had his at 1pm. lombo and swaggy were at 3pm#on monday benny and erod will be there at 5pm#on that note lundy and mikksy will be at caneswear at university drive on monday at noon to 2pm as well#oh also oel made an appearance at pantherlands at noon too#boys are booked and busy. you know. when theyre not drinking their livers to death as they dance on tabletops lmao.#anyways back to monty#HOT HOT HOT#shorts riding up good heavens#thighs...#im sorry my brains a mush rn
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She looks so beautiful here <3
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#this is a joke chat#also this is about dewey but it applies to mints and benoit too#connor dewar#fraser minten#simon benoit#toronto maple leafs#leafs#nhl#can i just say that myers looked yummers in this one like sorry oel mo and timmins i WAS NOT looking at you
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Tangled AU: Go with option 1: Eda ran away from home.
The reason, same as in canon: she got cursed, hurt her dad and her mom became obsessed with curing he her.
My only Issue with option 1 is idk if Eda should be cursed because in this Au she got the name Owl Lady from a book character
#unless the book character also was part oel monster#also if i go with option 1 then Eugenes prince backstory definitely doesnt apply#asks
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actually so impressive how mo is a leaf for life considering how he has been literally the only good dman in his entire time here until like last year. honestly no one has been more in the trenches than him like i would’ve rage quit
#thank god hes the most patient man ever#but its finally payback time because suddenly we have the greatest blue line#i just know he lost his mind when we stole tanev and oel for him#AND not only was he the ONLY good dman hes also like. insanely good at it. any team would be lucky to have him#something like fourth highest dman goal scorer in leaf history as i recall?#toronto maple leafs#sorry i think that interview last night did something to me
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stop they said "tarps off" and I KNEW it was going to be a shirtless Willy interview
#leafs lb#the man is consistent 😂#also the fact that they're all wearing OEL's hats in honour of his 1000th game#that's so fucking sweet
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hihi just want you to know i adore the gem joel animatic you posted!!! i loved their expressions and designs sm, and you rlly nailed their little mannerisms in such a short time!!! and the bat was super cute,,, shame that joel killed it 😭 anyway absolutely lovely!!!
Ahhhh tysm!! 🥺🥺 Positive comments like this motivate me so much, you don't even understand
And yeah, Joel is truly a menace 😭 His reign of terror against adorable batkind must be stopped! /j[oel]
#also this is my first ever ask... yipee!!#comet talks#ask#don't ask me what /j[oel] is supposed to mean I just think it looks funny
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𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
summary; neteyam helps his favorite girl out after she gets sick.
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SICKENINGLY SWEET.
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You never missed breakfast.
It was your favorite meal of the day - the time where you and Neteyam would finally see each other after the night had kept you apart from your yawne. Beloved.
During breakfasts, he’d pick the freshest fruits from his bowl and place them into yours - piling and piling the delicious treats on your plate and insisting you deserved to eat only the best. Of course you would share with him - the two of you feeding each other while Lo’ak would gag dramatically at the romantic gesture.
Neteyam had been waiting patiently for you, sitting with his empty bowl in front of him and an already assembled plate - which was overflowing with delicious fruits - placed next to him and meant for you.
The first few minutes of your initial absence were nothing concerning - you were usually always a little late. Your tardiness always gave him a laugh. He’d watch you stumble in between na’vi’s who were already seated - flustered and apologizing every time for passing through with an embarrassed smile on your face as you made your way to him.
When the clan began eating, he told himself you were just running a little more late than usual. Neytiri nudged him, asking him why he was not eating. He only smiled, fingers running over the bracelet on his wrist which you’d gifted him as he explained he wouldn’t eat until you arrived.
Jake gave his eldest son a toothy grin at his words - while Lo’ak groaned
“Seriously? You refuse to eat? She’s not gonna die if you take a bite, you know.” Lo’ak insisted, inspecting the tower of food on your plate with clear jealousy as Neteyam carefully moved it away from his brother - already anticipating Lo’ak wouldn’t even hesitate to snatch a fruit from your plate.
“Yes, I know. But I’ll eat when she comes. Jealous she has more food than you, baby bro?” Neteyam teased as Lo’ak rolled his eyes
“You know she’d share them all with me if I just asked her.” Lo’ak threw back as Neteyam grinned
“Yes. I know that.” He said, a smile on his face as Lo’ak resumed his meal, ranting on about how he’d never hold off his meal for anyone.
But Neteyam’s worriedness only grew as he didn’t hear the usual ruckus of your late arrival - his eyes searched the rows of peacefully eating na’vi and he didn’t see you at all. He also quickly realized your mother had also not come.
“Mother, I am going to check on Y/n. She and her mother are not here - may I eat with her, wherever she may be?” Neteyam quickly asked as Neytiri nodded her head with a frown
“I hope she is all right - make sure you take enough food for all of you to eat!” Neytiri called out after Neteyam as he quickly picked up your plate - bidding his family goodbye as his feet found the familiar path towards your home.
His brows were furrowed as he stood outside your sleeping area, seeing your mother and his Grandmother talking quietly
“Poor girl.” He heard your mother whisper as he slowly approached the pair with furrowed brows
“Auntie - Grandmother, Oel ngati kameie.” He spoke, his eyes worried as your mother sent the boy a sad smile
“Oel ngati kameie Neteyam. She is sick, my boy.” Your mother whispered, her quiet voice clearly indicating you were resting inside as Neteyam’s ears fell
“Sick? Y/n is sick?” He quickly asked as his Grandmother hushed him, handing Neteyam a small bottle as she turned to him with a strict gaze
“She won’t take the medicine - I have no idea why. That girl is stubborn, one of her only flaws. Do you think you can make her take it?” His Grandmother asked with urgency present in her voice as your mother gently took your fruit plate from Neteyam, giving his cheek a quick kiss before taking it inside. He smiled at her before turning back to his Grandmother with a nod
“Yes of course. She will take it.” He answered dutifully, knowing just how stubborn you could be at times. He loved everything about you - to him, you had no flaws. He did not see it as stubbornness, but determination.
“Good. Make sure she drinks the entire thing, every drop. It is necessary for her recovery. You care about her, right?” His grandmother asked as Neteyam immediately nodded his head
“Good. Now, go on.” She said, opening the flap and letting Neteyam go inside while she left, no doubt following your mother wherever she went.
You laid in your hammock, tracing the designs on the fabric mindlessly with your back towards him. He approached you slowly, his gentle hands moving forward to rest on your back
You turned at the touch of his hands - eyes confused and sleepy until you recognized the familiar boy - your yawne.
“Oh Neteyam! I missed you dearly.” You breathed out, your voice hoarse as Neteyam reached to cradle your face in his hands. He saw how tired you were and frowned
“My sweet girl, how did you get so sick? Y/n, you were fine last night.” Neteyam insisted, his voice concerned as he helped you sit up after seeing you try and fail with how tired you were.
“I am fine - just a little tired. And my throat.” You groaned, laying back down almost immediately after he helped you sit up with your arms outstretched above your head. Neteyam moved forward to feel your forehead before he let out a long sigh
“Your forehead is burning, tiyawn. Did you sleep well last night?” He questioned with a soft voice as he knelt beside your hammock, your medicine placed on the ground and out of your view as you let out a huff of breath.
“Yes! I was perfectly fine until this morning! I woke up with my head hurting and my feet aching.” You cried out as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, hands immediately moving to massage your feet after the words left your mouth
“My poor girl.” He said, his tone was teasing - you could easily hear the playful undertone. But you still curled towards him, relaxing as his hands released the pent up tension in your feet.
“Mmm. You know you’re the best, right?” You said as you closed your eyes. You felt his hands falter at your statement, and you peeked an eye open to look at him. He continued massaging, but he was frowning now.
“You won’t like me much in a little bit.” He said with a weak chuckle as you tilted your head in confusion
“Y/n, I know you won’t take the medicine. My Grandmother asked me to -”
“No!”
Your voice was hoarse as you yelled out, and Neteyam quickly put his hands up in surrender
“Easy, easy yawne. Lay back down.” He said gently as you crossed your arms over your chest firmly
“Neteyam, please. I do not want to take it.” You murmured as you rubbed your eyes. He clicked his tongue - showing his disappointment in your words as you turned to him with a knowing look.
“You wanna tell me why you’re so set on never taking this?” He questioned with a raised brow while holding the small bottle in the air, swishing it around as the green liquid moved inside
“I…I can’t tell you.” You stated, your voice quiet now as Neteyam clasped your hand comfortingly
“You know you can tell me anything, Y/n.” He spoke. His tone so calm after your outburst - so sincere that you felt yourself caving in from his sweet tactics
“Ok, ok. I am…afraid?” You said hesitantly, your words sounding more like a question than the intended statement as Neteyam’s eyes quickly widened
“No no, I know that look! You want to laugh!” You accused, pointing at him as he shook his head with a smile
“Why would I laugh at such a genuine fear?” He said whilst laughing. You felt your cheeks heat up as you huffed, crossing your arms and slumping in your hammock
“I’m sorry, so sorry alright? Now, tell me why you’re afraid.” He apologized, moving closer to you as his laughter subsided
After rolling your eyes, you decided there’s no need to hide why at all
“It smells funky.” You confess as his smile only widened
“Funky?”
“Yes. Disturbingly.”
The way you said it was so serious - like the medicine should genuinely be investigated, and it had him laughing all over again
“Oh I am so glad my sickness is so funny to you Neteyam!” You exclaimed as he quickly shook his head, struggling to wipe the smile off his face
“Y/n, listen. My Grandmother adores you, you think she didn’t pick the strongest and most effective cure for your sickness?” He asked as he searched your eyes, seeing your once positive demeanor fall as you realized the Tsahìk would never give you a bad medicine.
Your initial thoughts was that it had rotted when you’d first smelt the absolutely horrible thing, but you realized how silly that even sounded. The Tsahìk probably made it fresh just for you.
You thought for a bit, sitting in silence before you let out a sigh that had Neteyam’s ears perking up.
“Fine, I will drink it.” You said, looking at the medicine with hesitation as Neteyam placed a kiss on your cheek
“There’s my girl. Open up.” He said while you carefully opened your mouth for him. He untwisted the cap on the bottle, carefully tipping it into your mouth as you swallowed the distasteful thing with a strangled gasp
After drinking the entire thing - every drop - he gave you the leaf holding water beside your hammock to wash down the after taste
You were still coughing, and he gently patted your back to help you - his encouraging words never stopping as he told you how good you were
“So brave, that medicine had me shaking too, you know?” He said laughing as you joined in with him, unable to hold in your giggles as his tail swayed at the sound
“Now, push over.” He said with a playful gleam in his eyes
After talking for what seemed hours and the two of you eating all the fruits he’d brought - sleep eventually took over.
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You’d slept the whole day - and when you awoke, eclipse was nearing.
Your eyes widened as you realized the entire day had gone by while you were resting, and a sigh of disappointment left your lips as you realized you’d be unable to spend the rest of your day with Neteyam - as the two of you only separated at night to go to your respective sleeping quarters with your own families.
He must have left after you fell asleep to give you any more space you might’ve needed - and as much as you loved his generous heart, you wished he’d been selfish and stayed.
The medicine must have made you so tired, because it was only minutes later before you were asleep again.
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He awoke with his head burning and feet aching.
He groaned as he sat up, the light outside indicating it was midday by now.
He felt a soft hand on his chest lightly push him to lay back down, and he felt his heart leap at the sight of you
“Y/n?” He breathed out as you smiled sadly
“I got you sick - if you hate me, I can leave.” You whispered, and he sighed with pure relief as he realized you were better - your once tired eyes had regained their lively shine and the fact made him relax. He’d gone to sleep the night before tossing and turning - not knowing if your condition was better or if it had worsened - only contributing more to his lack of sleep and worsening his sickness
“Hate you? Never.” He said weakly with a breathless laugh that had you rolling your eyes and your arms reaching out to envelop him in a hug
“I am so sorry, Neteyam. It is my fault entirely. But I know just how to make you feel better!” You exclaimed, quickling looking into the pouch that Mo’at had given you as a pleased gasp left your lips
“Ta-da!” You singsonged as you held up the oh too familiar bottle
He let out a groan at the sight that had you laughing
“Can’t believe I’m the one taking it now.” He grumbled. Though his voice was entirely grumpy, there was a smile on his face as you opened the bottle
“There’s my boy. Open up.” You teased, throwing his words back to him as his lips parted in an instant for you.
You tipped the medicine into his mouth as he drank it all, a dribble of it trickling it down his chin as you wiped it away with a laugh
He was coughing moments later from the after taste - and like a good partner, you had water prepared and ready for him - and he drank it gratefully
Neytiri approached Neteyam’s hammock with the intention of simply checking in on him - but her steps slowed once she saw you kneeling beside him as the two of you spoke quietly
She watched with a secretive smile - the way you cradled Neteyam’s face as you peppered kisses all over him was simply adorable. She knew you’d have a heart attack if you knew she saw you kissing her son - so she began to leave, a smile on her face as she left the two of you alone.
After a lot of convincing, Neteyam let you lay with him in his hammock. You’d told him how the medicine the Tsahìk had given you would make sure you didn’t get sick again for the next few weeks - and he hesitantly placed his arms around you with a sigh - worried he’d get you sick.
“You’re so warm.” You mumbled against his skin as he merely chuckled, nuzzling his face into your scalp as he sighed
“Pretty sure that is because I’m sick.” He replied and you pretended to be grossed out
“Yuck!” You said laughing as you placed a kiss on his nose - one that had him blushing and hiding his face in the crook of your neck
It didn’t take even an hour more until the two of you were snoring away - your arms wrapped around each other as you slept safe and sound in one anothers embrace.
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#atwow#avatar#avatar the way of water#jake sully#neteyam sully#neteyam#neteyam x reader#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan#neteyam sully imagines#neteyam sully imagine#neytiri#romance#omatikaya#neteyam x omaticaya!reader#imagine#imagines#oneshot#atwow fanfiction#kiri#james cameron#sully family#loak#love#sully#neteyam x you#neteyam sully x reader#neteyam sully x y/n#neteyam sully x na’vi!reader#avatar 2#sick!reader
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Keräteng ro awm Ke'awa Kame'tireyä! Lam fwa ke lu for 'awm apxay, slä fìpum lu nik taluna lok sìltsana tsim 'e'inä lu, ulte nìsok rolun oel futa lesar si nìtxan swizaw a lakit kxeykakx, ha kin oel tsaye'init fte tsafneswizawit txivula hrh Hanging out at a Ke'awa Kame'tire camp! They don't seem to have many, but this one is convenient because it's near a good source of acrid pods, and I've recently discovered that shellbreaker arrows are very useful, so I need those pods to make that type of arrow lol
...kop lu ngäzìk nì'it fwa kllpeykä Nimunit fayewlllok nìtam fte tsat tsivawn -_- ...also it's a bit difficult to make Nimun land close enough to these plants to gather them -_-
#i've been sleeping on those shellbreaker arrows man. they're great against the heavier AMPs#avatar#frontiers of pandora#afop#lì'fya leNa'vi
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first time (interspecies)
a/n: ronal is such a bad bitch...i love her sm @neteyamssyulang @anemonelovesfiction
pairing: ronal x afab!human!reader
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), fingerfucking
Ronal does not like you, a tawtute, in her clan, on her island, learning her ways, and it is very much irritating how you needed to check your oxygen levels every so often when you were following her around
apprenticing with Kiri to learn the ways of medicine, you’re a diligent student, one of her best, unfortunately, able to grab some of the best materials with your small but nimble materials
you could not swim as well or travel without a companion on the ilu, but you made friends quickly to gather materials
it frustrated Ronal how good you were, teaching Kiri and then teaching Neytiri
you acted as a second mother to Tsireya already and even Ao’nung had started to warm up to you because for all your kindness, you could still whip out a quick and clever insult
even worse, she had started to admire the curve of your body, your chest, your legs, and even the way your hair started to curl in the salt water
it frustrated her to no end, and she had started to limit her interactions with you because she wanted to court you so badly
unfortunately for her, she needed some specific materials to replenish her stock of medicine, and she knew that only you would be able to pluck the best material
standing outside of your marui pod, she calls your name, waiting for you to open the flaps and greet her
you step outside, bringing your hand to your hand and then extending it downward as you say oel ngati kameie, and you ask what brings her to your marui
Ronal purses her lips and returns the greeting and says that she needs you to collect a material from somewhere and that you would be best suited for the job
you nod your head, and she turns around, tail flicking behind her, as she calls for her ilu to bring you to the cove personally
the both of you sit in silence, but Ronal can’t stop thinking about you, your soft and small body writhing underneath her thick fingers
the whistles and clicks of her ilu snaps her out of her thoughts, and she waves them away as she slides into the water and attaches her kuru to the ilu’s
she gestures for you to get on the ilu, and you get on slowly, making sure to not slip on the ilu’s slippery skin as you sit down behind her
guiding her thoughts to the cove, the ilu rides steadily to the cove, staying above water until they’re far out from the island and arrive at a large rock formation
she tells you that it’s underneath the water and that she will guide you to the inside of the cave, and you nod and get off of the ilu and tread in the water
Ronal takes a breath and dives under the water, looking for the txampaysye to attach to make tsaheylu with and give her breath underneath the water
you have your oxygen tank, and she dives deep under the water, swimming to the entrance of the cove and swimming in until she reaches the pocket of air on the inside
you rise out of the water, and she points to where the material is, tucked away in a small corner above the water that only thin and small hands could access
all the best of the plant were tucked all the way in the back and also required a tool the Metkayina did not have or a slender arm
it was just easier to recruit you rather than find a Metkayina that was slim and slender in the arms
you nod and easily collect the material, detaching it carefully from the rock and making sure none of the leaves or fruits were damaged as you placed it into the basket
Ronal watches you in the water as you finally collect enough for her, and you walk to her with a beaming smile
she just stares at you and rises out of the water, detaching the txampaysye and letting it glide back into the water, it would stay there until she returned
sitting on the backs of her calves, she’s face to face with you, glaring at you, and you look confused and perhaps a little frightened as you clutch the basket close to you
she hisses out what sort of magic you have casted on her, what tawtute weapon had you used to get her heart to beat fast whenever she was near you, to make her words stutter and trip whenever you smiled at her, to have her body warm and flush whenever you even glanced at her
you look surprised, mouth opening and closing, unsure of how to respond, and Ronal frowns and waits for you to respond
when you respond saying that you hadn't done anything to her, she knows it’s true and scowls and turns to look away, ears pinning down
you say that she likes you, but the end of your statement lilts up, indicating more of a question
Ronal snaps her head back to you and says that she does, that she wants you, and your lips slightly part, plush and soft
she wishes she could run her fingers over them, but she settles for beckoning you to come closer to her
you walk closer until your feet bump against her knees, and she says that begrudgingly she wants to court you, to bring you into her family
your head nods dumbly, and Ronal nods back, before pressing her lips together and asking if you were curious about any of the courting rituals, they had to be different from the Omatikaya ones
you just wave and laugh nervously, stumbling over your words before blurting out that you were a little curious about the sex life in the Metkayina
her eyebrows raise in surprise as she tilts her head toward you, and you clam up, freezing in your spot in horror at what you had just said
Ronal blinks, thinking about whether or not to entertain your request or not, and she looks over you once, the way your clothes stick to you and how your hair has started to dry
she hooks two fingers into the band of your tewng to tug you down to sit on the floor
you do so obediently, still a bit dazed from asking your question, and the tsahik just spreads your legs wide and drags your hips to rest on her hips
there’s a slight sound of surprise that escapes you, but you don’t make any move to get away
she pulls your tewng to the side and slides her thumb against your clit, pressing the pad of her thumb into the small and sensitive nub, and you gasp
Ronal hums, pressing her thumb in slow experimental circles, making you moan and mewl in pleasure, the sound slightly muffled by the mask
it’s a sweet high-pitched sound, and she wishes you could take the mask off so that she could hear you clearly
for now, she continues to rub her thumb against your clit, listening to your small whines and whimpers, and your thighs slightly twitch where they rest at the sides of her own legs
moving her fingers down, Ronal slides a finger into your pussy, humming as the warmth envelops her fingers, and you whine out her name loudly, resting your head on the cave floor as you close your eyes in pleasure
she thrusts her finger in and out of you slowly, experimentally, figuring out what made you gasp or whimper or whine
she would show you what it meant to receive pleasure in the Metkayina clan
Ronal slides another finger into your soaked pussy, listening to your strangled sound at the stretch, and your hips buck toward her, trying to take her deeper
your cunt clenches down on her, and you keen loudly as your hips grind against her fingers
she lets you ride her fingers until you’re breathless and finally calm down and open up your eyes to look at her
she tilts her heads at how quickly you had come and begins thrusting her fingers in you again, a choked moan coming out of you
she’s curious about your limits as a human
this was her first time with a human, the first time a Metkayinan had ever engaged with a human so intimately, and she was curious to know everything about you
it was simply in her nature as a healer
#atwow#avatar way of water#atwow smut#heatwaveinpandora2024#tangerine writes#atwow x reader#atwow x y/n#atwow x you#ronal#ronal x reader#ronal x y/n#ronal x you#ronal smut
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after cats won the cup a lot of cats have had public signings and i would like to say the most expensive cat signing thus far is matthew at $99 and the least expensive is okie at $35
#txt#the least expensive cats have been okie mikksy roddy and lombo#the most expensive cats have been matthew benny and reino#like i thought 60 was the cieling oh no babey we can go higher#also add kuli to least expensive since hes at the 40 mark as well#utterly fascinating#out of the championship team the only cats who haven't done a signing or announced they will are sasha luosty stevie stenny forsy and oel#will they do one who knows!#keeping track of this is rather pedantic but it is fascinating
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I want to try more visual novels since reading soulsov, do you have any recommendations?
you should read my friends' vns:
coquette dragoon - mecha sci-fi about girls seeking companionship in the miserable shadow of war. the girls are really normal also is the great thing about them
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spare parts - slice-of-life drama about a girl who meets a family of robots and does her best to help them. but watch out! they're all really normal in this one too btw, which is awesome
both of these are masterclasses in emotive storytelling and presentation, and they're most of the reason i decided to pursue soulsov as a vn. if there is truly "an oel vn renaissance" underway, then i think these two are leading the charge.
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Sowing the Seeds of Love - Part I: Budding Love
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*Edit* Teaser for Part II: Full Bloom is HERE :)
Synopsis: You have had feelings for Lo’ak for a long time and keep trying to gain his affection. However, Lo’ak is oblivious and takes no notice of your efforts. But someone else does….
Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya Reader (Aged 17/18)
Content: Romance, Fluff, Drama, Angst, Friends to Lovers
Warnings: Brief description of injury.
Word count: 7.1k
Author's note: It's been a WHILE but I'm back to writing :) Hope you enjoy it! Thanks @vivid-ink for sharing your wonderful work with us :)
Also on AO3: Sowing the seeds of love
It was calm, absorbing work, you thought, as you diligently wrapped the seeds in tìhawnuwll leaves, securing the ends with care so the wrap would not unravel easily. You had woken before dawn and spent the better part of the morning on all fours, gathering every last seed. Now, your limbs ached from your earlier efforts. But…pxorna seeds were his favourite.
“Leyna! Let’s go!” His voice startled you out of your reverie. Knowing what would happen next, you quickly swiped the wrap behind you, opening your arms to receive Txep just as he barrelled into you. He was a boy of only seven years but you still grunted at the force of the impact.
“Txep, careful!” You warned, glancing back at the food wrap you had spent the last hour carefully preparing. He only pouted, “Leyna, you promised!”
“Promised what—” you began, stopping yourself when you remembered that you were meant to be taking Txep out on your ikran today. He was right, you had promised him, you thought ruefully.
“Txep, I’m sorry, I’ll take you another time, okay?” Your mother, sensing the tantrum that was bound to begin at hearing your words, swooped in, “Come, ma’parultsyip, sa’nu has prepared some yovo fruit for you.” You did not miss the pointed look she shot you over Txep’s shoulder as she gently ushered him over to the pile of peeled yovo fruit.
Looking down guiltily, you resumed your work, carefully arranging the tìhawnuwll leaves around the seeds, sealing the ends of the wrap with some lanutral resin to secure its contents.
Rising from where you had spent the last hour diligently preparing and wrapping the seeds, you ran a hasty hand across your face, wiping away the beads of perspiration that had gathered there. Your hand stopped at the band holding your hair back, fiddling with the beads, hesitating for a moment before pulling the band in a swift motion, your braids spilling across your back and framing your face. That’s better, you thought with a small smile. Sa’nok had always said you looked prettier with your hair down.
You reached for the wrap then, bidding your parents a hurried goodbye before climbing gingerly out of your swaynivi.
Your feet nimbly padded across the boughs of kelutral, your body remembering the familiar path by heart.
Steadying your breaths and patting the wrap secured at your side, you entered the Sully family alcove, greeted immediately by Mo’at, preparing a paste, hands stilling on the pestle when she saw you standing at the archway.
“Oel ngati kameie, Tsahìk,” you greeted, gazing fondly at the older woman. You had once found the woman painfully unnerving, with her enigmatic smiles and piercing stares. However, having recently become one of Mo’at’s apprentices at her request and spending many moons under her tutelage, you now found comfort in her words and even looked forward to your one-on-one lessons.
“What brings you here, my child?” she asked. “Has the txumre’ venom caused you trouble?”
“No, Tsahìk, I—” You hesitated, gently removing the wrap from where you had secured it to your body. “I wanted to bring you the pxorna seeds I had gathered earlier.”
“Ah, how kind of you,” replied Mo’at, adding after a short pause, “My grandson is preparing to leave for morning patrol, so you may want to hurry.” She nodded at the food wrap.
How did she know? Fighting the urge to defend yourself and further incriminate yourself in the process, you hurried past the older woman, not missing the wry smile on her face as she resumed her work.
Stepping into the main alcove, you finally saw the man you had been waiting to see all morning, whose face had given you strength as you performed the strenuous task of gathering the seeds earlier that morning.
“Leyna,” Lo’ak greeted, smiling handsomely at you before spotting the wrap in her hand. “Oh, what have you brought with you?”
“Oh nothing, just some pxorna seeds.”
“Pxorna seeds?” For the second time that morning, you felt yourself being pushed back with the force of another’s body as Lo’ak embraced you gleefully. “Oh, Leyna, this is why I love you!”
Great Mother, he really ought not to say such things to people in delicate states. Fighting to steady your racing heart, you patted his back gently, laughing softly at his reaction. “You and your food,” you muttered, unable to stop the fondness from creeping into your voice.
Lo’ak pulled back then to accept the carefully prepared wrap from your hands and looked down at you. You paused, waiting with bated breath as his gaze stilled. Was this the moment you had been waiting for?
“Wiya, I’m going to be late for patrol and Dad’s going to have my head.” Lo’ak turned away sharply from you, breaking the spell. “Sorry, Leyna, we’ll catch up later, okay?”
Nodding mutely, you watched as he checked for the dagger at his side before rushing out of the main alcove without a second glance. Feeling a little like the wind had been knocked out of you, you turned to leave the same way you had come before a voice stopped you.
“I like pxorna seeds too, you know?” You turned to find Neteyam watching you, his expression inscrutable as always. “Not that you ever asked.”
“There’s enough here for everyone,” you managed, after a long pause. You had played together briefly as children, but it had been a long time since you had spoken at length. Neteyam had always seemed aloof, and the closeness of your families had nothing to ease the distance.
“You know,” he began. “I love my brother—I would fight a palulukan for him—but he’s a bit of a fool, isn’t he?”
Huh. You stared at him, unable to make sense of his words.
“Morning patrol? That’s what he was thinking of?” He continued. “It’s okay to be upset, Leyna,” he added rather unhelpfully.
You finally found your words. “What would I be upset about?”
He gave you a pointed look, waiting for you to say it first.
You bristled at the implication. “By Eywa, I don’t know what it is you speak of but I should be going anyway—”
“Don’t go.” You felt a cool hand clutch at your arm as you turned away. “Stay.”
“What are you—”
“You have feelings for my brother, yes?” He raised an eyebrow at you, adjusting your face gently to look at him properly.
“That’s not any of your concern!” You shot back in a terse whisper, glancing around anxiously, as if expecting a large crowd of onlookers.
“My brother, he doesn’t see it.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he added, face morphing into one of, dare you say it, concern? “But I know him like the back of my hand.”
“I should go.”
Turning away from Neteyam abruptly, you found yourself mulling over what had been your longest exchange with him since you were children, as your feet traced the familiar path to your family alcove. Patting your cheeks self-consciously before stepping into your family alcove, you let out a small noise of frustration, knowing well that the heat on your cheeks had not waned in the slightest.
***~~***
“Morning patrol? That’s what he was thinking of? The skxawng!”
“Ka’ni!” You gasped, outrage colouring your voice at your friend’s language.
“What?”
“Lo’ak is not that,” you muttered.
“How many moons have you spent together? How many times have you brought him his favourite food, now?” Ka’ni shook her head. “By Eywa, he’s a blind man if he cannot see it.”
“Would you hush?” You glanced furtively around at the others sitting by the river, noting that none had heard your friend’s outburst.
Pausing for a moment, you added, “I haven’t even told you the rest.”
“There’s more?”
“Neteyam knows,” you began, lowering your voice, “He knows about Lo’ak.”
“Oh, Neteyam.” A lazy smile stretched across Ka’ni’s face. “We were on duty together the other day. By Eywa, the man is so handsome—even hanging upside down—that I almost forgot to catch the tumpasuk berries—” She broke off into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.
“Ka’ni, focus!”
“Sorry, sorry. So, he knows?”
“Mhmm.” Catching the tail with one hand, you ran the blade of your dagger carefully under the skin, removing the scales in a swift stroke of the hand, willing yourself to not drown in the mortification that threatened to engulf you in that very moment.
“What did he say?”
“Oh Ka’ni, I was so embarrassed. Don’t make me say it. He hardly ever speaks to me but this he chooses to say.”
Your friend nudged you again, eyes beseeching.
“He said that Lo’ak ‘didn’t see it’” You finally admitted, the flush returning to your cheeks. As if your heart did not already hurt with that knowledge.
“Kurkung!”
“Ka’ni!” You admonished.
“Well, he is one,” she defended.
“Weren’t you just telling me how handsome he was?” You shot back, waggling your eyebrows at her, finding some mirth in the situation.
“What? Fine, a handsome one then!”
Before they could finish, a voice interrupted them. “Who’s the handsome one? Are you done with the fish?” One of the older women, Nikira, nodded at the mess that lay in front of you.
Flushing with embarrassment, you muttered a quick apology and resumed removing the scales with renewed vigour, not quite meeting her eyes.
***~~***
You left kelutral, hand in hand with Txep, who bounced along happily. You glanced fondly at the boy as he swung your hands between you. His excitement was palpable, as it was the longest he had ever been silent.
Txep had wanted to tame an ikran of his own from the time that he could start speaking, begging endlessly for someone to take him flying. Sa’nok and sempul had been especially protective of little Txep, long after the tawtute had been banished. Finally, he would get to ride with you on Pänu.
Pushing past the leaves in front of you, you pulled Txep forward into the clearing. Letting go of his hand, you stepped forward and emitted a familiar call, the noise gurgling in your throat. You stood in the stillness of the clearing, waiting for the telltale sound of wind whipping as your ikran swooped down from the sky, landing with a soft thud on the shorn grass beneath your feet.
Smiling fondly at the creature, you reached out to run a gentle hand across his face, “Tam tam, Pänu.” He let out a squawk, nuzzling into the palm of your hand.
“Tewti!” Came a startled exclamation from Txep. “He’s so big!”
“He is, isn’t he, Txep?” You smiled. Reaching into the pouch strapped at your side, you pulled out a chunk of yerik meat, feeding it to Pänu.
Txep eagerly accepted the yerik meat, reaching up on his toes to feed Pänu, giggling sweetly when the creature licked his palm as it fed from his hand.
“Going out flying?”
Arranging your face carefully, you turned at the sound of the familiar voice, watching Txep carefully out of the corner of your eye as he continued feeding Pänu. “Yes, we are. What’s it to you?”
Neteyam smiled faintly at your words, unfazed by the hostility in your tone. “Mind if I join?”
Before you could reply, Txep turned from Pänu, catching sight of Neteyam, a smile breaking out on his face before he ran eagerly towards the man. Shaking your head, you watched as Neteyam bent down to catch Txep in his arms. “Neteyam!” He cried gleefully.
“So, can I join?” Neteyam asked, over Txep’s shoulder. “Txep, can I come flying with you and Leyna?” Txep eagerly nodded.
Sighing at the memory of your last conversation and faced with Txep’s pleading face, you nodded tiredly.
Fetching a cloth from the pouch at your side, you beckoned Txep forward. “I’m going to wrap you tightly, okay, Txep? You’ll hold on to me the whole time.”
As you lifted Txep onto Pänu’s back, you heard the familiar sound of an ikran landing, glancing briefly at the patches of green and brown spanning its large body. Tìxtur, you remembered.
“Leyna,” Neteyam called suddenly, his voice lowered.
Sensing that he wished to speak more privately with you, you backed away from Pänu, turning to face him, a questioning expression on your face.
He twisted his hands together as he spoke. “I’m sorry, for the other day. I shouldn’t have said it.”
Your face softened slightly. “It’s okay,” you began slowly. “You didn’t say anything I didn’t already know. It’s stupid, really.”
“No, it’s not stupid. He is.”
You giggled softly despite yourself. Of all the people to soothe your broken heart, Neteyam was the last one you expected. “I didn’t know you cared. I didn’t even realise you noticed my presence. This is the longest we’ve ever spoken, you know?”
Amusement coloured his face. “I pay you plenty of attention. Maybe you are the one who doesn’t notice.”
Narrowing your eyes at the cryptic remark, you opened your mouth to respond only for him to swiftly pull down his ionar, launching Tìxtur into the sky. “Neteyam, you—”
Growling in frustration, you approached Pänu with quick strides, wrapping an impatient, squirming Txep with careful hands before making tsahyelu and urging Pänu to follow Neteyam circling the clearing above you.
“Where are you taking us?” You shouted over the winds, as Neteyam flew away from kelutral in an unfamiliar direction. The man only smiled coyly at you before seemingly urging Tìxtur to fly faster.
Txep let out a joyful squeal as you urged Pänu faster, trailing Tìxtur. Wrapping your free arm around Txep as an extra measure, you puzzled over where Neteyam was taking you, trying to catch a glimpse of a familiar sight in the blurring landscape beneath you.
When Tìxtur eventually slowed, you followed in suit, bringing Pänu to land gently. Unwrapping the cloth that bound Txep to you and placing him on the ground, you took a moment to take in your surroundings for the first time, gasping at the sight.
“By Eywa,” you breathed, eyes travelling over the vast expanse of the land around you, perfectly ensconced between towering mountain ranges on either side. Running along the centre of the land, was a river. You stepped forward, mesmerised by the sight of the water, a vivid lilac, swirling and eddying as it pushed against the rocks that littered the length of the river. You smiled, catching sight of little darts of movement in the water. Txep came forward, similarly affected, pointing excitedly at the flashes of light moving in the water.
“It’s beautiful here, Neteyam,” you praised, turning to find him beaming at you. The unfamiliar sight caused your heart to race and that traitorous blush to return. Turning away self-consciously, you patted your cheeks insistently, willing your cheeks to cool.
Txep tugged on your hand, pulling you closer along the river bank. When his eyes turned up towards you, you saw his question even before he asked. “No swimming, Txep. Look at the water. It’s going too fast.”
Txep pouted. “But, Leyna—”
“Only your feet!”
“Fine!”
You laughed softly as Txep rushed forward, before plopping himself down on the edge clumsily and sticking his feet in the water.
You suddenly felt the heat of another’s body at your back, an involuntary shiver coming over you as Neteyam breath tickled the tips of your ears. “He’s the sweetest little one I’ve ever seen.”
“You should see him when sa’nok prepares teylu, pounces like a palulukan, that one.”
Neteyam laughed amiably. “I don’t doubt it. Tuk was much the same when she was younger.”
The two of you eventually found a comfortable place by the river, content to watch Txep wiggle his toes in the water in the distance and squeal excitedly as the fish swam past him.
“How did you find this place?” You asked, after a long while of silence.
“I like to fly by myself when I can find a spare moment. I usually circle kelutral for a bit and return but one day, I just didn’t stop,” he began. “And then I found this place.”
“So, this is where you disappear off to in the evenings, then?”
He looked surprised.
“I pay attention,” you offered, feigning nonchalance.
“So you do.” He smiled.
Txep called out for them then, beckoning them over to the water.
***~~***
“Don’t you have duties to attend to?” You teased, as Neteyam’s familiar face emerged from the surrounding vegetation. For moons now, he had sought you out, sometimes while you were tutoring Txep in archery or going out for a flight. Other evenings were spent in tranquil conversation in the woods surrounding kelutral, with the two of you even making trips to the valley every so often.
“I’m a quick worker.” He looked around. “Where’s Txep, shouldn’t he be here for his lesson?”
You laughed ruefully. “Oh, Txep. He has finally tired of me and gone to play with his friends.”
“Were you going somewhere?” He nodded at your ionar, which sat ready on your forehead.
“Vitrautral,” you replied. “I was overcome this morning with the urge to seek the Great Mother’s guidance. She has called for me.”
“I’ll come with you,” he said, adding quickly, “Unless you would rather be alone?”
You shook your head, placing some distance between the two of you before emitting the call for your ikran, watching as Neteyam did the same, quickly donning his own ionar. He was a handsome sight, you could not help but think in that moment, eyes lingering on his muscled forearms as he reached to caress Tìxtur’s face gently. Oh, if only Ka’ni could see you now.
Shaking your head as if to rid yourself of the sudden, sensual realisation, you turned to face Pänu, cooing at him as you fed him. It was absurd. Neteyam did not think of you that way. Foolish, foolish girl. Hadn’t you learned your lesson already?
Had you turned around then, you would have caught the way his eyes slowly trailed the soft curves of your chest down to the dip of your waist and lean legs. But you were engrossed in the task of adjusting the saddle on Pänu and his telling gaze went unnoticed.
Climbing on Pänu’s back, you urged him to take flight, Neteyam following closely behind. Slowly, you climbed higher into the sky, leaving kelutral behind you, weaving in and out through ayram alusìng. Turning mid flight to glance at Neteyam, who smiled when he felt your gaze on him before— you gasped, as Tìxtur sped right in Pänu’s direction, stopping only seconds before collison.
“You skxawng, what was that!” You cried out, heart racing, your own fear melding with Pänu’s.
You heard his jovial laughter over the sound of wind buzzing in your ears. Shaking your head, you returned the gesture, urging Pänu to bank gently before making an abrupt turn, pushing Tìxtur right into a cool stream of water, pouring down the edge of a cliff.
You giggled, watching as Neteyam emerged, drenched completely. Spluttering, he called out, “I deserved that!”
There it was, that feeling, again. Fondness.
***~~***
Landing at vitrautral, you felt an immediate sense of contentment fall over you, keenly aware of the Great Mother’s presence around you. Patting Pänu gently as you dismounted, you glanced over at Neteyam, as he did the same.
With his back turned, you could not help but gaze at the strong set of his body, eyes lingering on the muscles flexing in his back as he tugged at the saddle, breath catching in your throat as he turned slowly, eyes slipping lower down his frame—you were doing it again, foolish girl.
You smiled softly at Neteyam as he approached you, placing your smaller hand in his firm grasp; it was just something you did now. You couldn’t pinpoint when it had started but he always reached for your hand first, sometimes just in passing, absentmindedly caressing the palm of your hand. You felt a familiar frisson of excitement at the contact, heart racing as he wound his fingers through yours. No, not again.
Neteyam led you across the base of the tree, nimbly skipping over the dense network of roots that covered the forest floor. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you let your palm slip from his grasp, approaching a cluster of bioluminescent tendrils which swayed gently in the cool evening breeze.
Closing your eyes, you reached behind you for your neural queue, fingers brushing gently down the length of your braid until your fingertips felt the curling tendrils at the end. You brought it forward, eyes briefly opening to watch as the tendrils of your queue melded with that of the tree, both glowing brighter for a moment before settling. Tsaheylu. You took in slow, easy breaths as the familiar sensation settled over you.
You opened your eyes then, eyes adjusting to the changed surroundings, which took on a dreamlike quality, shimmering gently in the fading light of the evening, almost as if you were watching the scene unfolding before you from afar as if it were a—what was it that the olo’eyktan called it? A ‘movie’, that was it.
“Kaltxì, ma’evi. I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.”
You turned sharply, to find yourself faced with an older woman, eyes crinkling as a bright smile graced her face.
“Grandmother,” you cried softly, running into her waiting arms, slotting yourself in the comfort of her embrace. How was it possible that she still smelled the way she always had in life? You breathed in her scent, a comforting blend of spices and apxangrr flour flooding your nostrils. Memories of afternoons spent at her side as child, ‘helping’ her prepare an assortment of cakes for the family rushed to the surface. “I could never forget you. Ngaytxoa, I should have come sooner.”
“Mawey, I am not upset, child,” she said softly. “You are young and you have your own life to live. Let me look at you.” You felt her gently untangle your arms and step back, eyes raking over you not unkindly.
“You look well, child,” she said finally. “You have grown into a beautiful young woman.”
“Irayo,” you managed, squirming slightly under her scrutiny. “I have missed you, Grandmother.”
Reaching for your hands, she invited you to kneel on the ground, coming to sit by your side, brushing back your braids gently with a smile. “I have missed you too, my child.”
Clearing your throat, you began, “I felt the Great Mother’s call. In truth, I have felt her call for many moons now.”
“The Great Mother senses your reluctance, child,” said your grandmother. “There is nothing to fear, she has a path for you, as does she for all her children.”
Feeling slightly chided, you nodded. “I am not a warrior, Grandmother. I have always known that.”
“No, that you are not, child. But your training with the tsahìk has been going well, has it not?”
Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you nodded slowly. “It has, so I am to be a healer, then?”
A wry smile came across your grandmother. “All things will be revealed in their own time, child. You must be patient and trust in the Great Mother.”
A comfortable silence settled over the pair of you, as you mulled over the implications of her words. You longed for clarity that you knew you would not receive, not yet. But, you trusted in the Great Mother, and had faith that she would not lead you astray. But another thought niggled at you, emerging from the deep recesses of your mind, taunting you once more.
Breathing slowly, you spoke, voice soft, almost inaudible, “And love? Will I have that?”
You could not meet her eyes as you asked the question, eyes trained firmly on your hands instead which twisted nervously in your lap.
Your grandmother’s tinkling laugh reached your ears then. “Am I to be alone then? U-unmated?” You joked, the stutter in your voice undercutting your attempt at nonchalance.
You felt a cool hand caressing your chin, tilting your head to the side. Eyes trained on you, your grandmother spoke again, “I can only tell you what Great Mother wishes for you to know. But your heart need not be so heavy, child. Know that you will not be alone.”
A hopeful glimmer shone in your eyes. “I will find love, then?”
She laughed softly in response, brushing her hand fondly across the curve of your cheek. “Oh child, there is so much yet that you do not understand.”
She stood then, hand slipping from your face as she moved to stand. A sudden panic enveloped you as you noticed the edges of her form flickering, the radiance of her image dullening. You jumped to your feet, reaching for her again, catching her fading hand in yours. “Grandmother—”
“I must go now, child.” She squeezed your hand gently. “But, to answer your question…you already have it.”
“Have what—” You never got to finish the question as her form slipped from your grasp, vanishing into thin air, your palm tingling where her warm hand had rested only seconds ago. You felt a sudden pull then, almost as if someone were dragging your body underwater, the ambient sounds of the forest growing muffled and your vision blurring, sending another surge of panic through you as you fought against the force.
Gasping for breath, you came to on the forest floor, chest heaving as you took in your surroundings. You were no longer knelt on the ground and as the rest of your senses returned, you felt a strong chest at your back and muscled arms holding you in a firm embrace. “Oh, Leyna,” you heard Neteyam say, his relief palpable. “You scared me.”
You froze as a warm pair of lips pressed against your forehead. “I’m okay,” you croaked, hands coming around to brush against his own where they gripped your waist. “What happened?”
Neteyam let out a shuddering breath, his disquiet evident. “I was praying, then I looked over at you. I knew something was wrong from the way you were shivering. And then, you starting shaking. You—” He broke off with a harsh intake of breath. “You should have seen yourself. Your eyes were open, but you were not seeing anything. I was so scared, I pulled you away.” He nodded at the cluster of bioluminescent tendrils where you had been connected to before, and the end of your braid which lay limply on the forest floor.
Heart clenching at the pain in his voice, you turned in his arms, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you murmured. “I’m here.” You pressed yourself as close as possible to the warmth of his body, feeling his breaths tickle the tips of your ears as he melted into your embrace. Breathing in his familiar scent, you felt a calm wash over you, hoping he gleaned the same comfort in turn from the closeness of your bodies.
You already have it, a hallowed voice whispered.
***~~***
You stood at the gates leading to kelutral, body thrumming with anticipation, accompanied by the other apprentices and a throng of eager spectators awaiting the arrival of the hunting party.
*FLASHBACK*
A shawl wrapped firmly around your shoulders, you quickly descended the central staircase of kelutral. The sky was still dark, the path to the pa’li pen only dimly lit by flickering flames at regular posts. You were normally not an early riser, but today was different. Dawn marked the start of the Great Hunt, and the hunting party would ride out to the river beds encircling kelutral soon.
As second-in-command, Neteyam was due to lead the hunting party in preparation for his eventual assumption of the duties of the leader of the clan. Neteyam was an accomplished hunter with impeccable precision in his aim; you had no doubt that he would succeed in procuring a handsome volume of talioang meat for the clan. It was more so the general chaos that ensued during these hunts that filled your heart with fear. It was not uncommon for hunters to be knocked off their pa’li, or even trampled brutally to the death.
And so, you found yourself sneaking out in the darkness to meet him once more before dawn. Your plans for a clandestine meeting had almost been foiled by Txep; the boy had always been a light-sleeper. Your heart had caught in your throat as he shifted. By the Great Mother’s grace, he had stilled, the sound of his soft snores resuming.
You neared the pa’li pen now, the growing din of voices signalling their presence. Your eyes searched furtively for Neteyam, confusion growing as you failed to locate him.
A hand touched the small of your back then, and you did not need to turn to know who it was. “Neteyam,” you breathed, a smile breaking out on your face. The sight of his handsome face almost instantly assuaging the anxiety that had plagued you in the hours before, turning restlessly in your hammock.
“Leyna,” he greeted, reaching for your hand to lead you away from the rest of the group.
Secluded from prying eyes, you reached for him, arms winding around his broad chest, feeling irrationally annoyed at the firm material of his cummerbund which deprived you of fully feeling his skin against yours. You did not realise it, but your hands were quivering slightly where they gripped the skin of his back.
“Paskalin,” he crooned. “You are shaking.”
“I’m just worried,” you mumbled into the skin of his chest. “It’s dangerous.”
“I know, I know,” he murmured, tightening his hold on you. “But I always come back.”
You said nothing in response, too distracted by the glorious feeling of being in his arms. The affectionate names, embraces, kisses on foreheads and cheeks. Surely, you were not the only one who felt something shifting between the two of you? Your relationship had spent many weeks, many moons really, now teetering on the edge of friendship and something more.
His voice interrupted your stream of thoughts. “Paskalin,” he called again, urging you to look at him. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then, trust that I will come back—” Sensing your immediate objection, he added, “—in good health.”
*END OF FLASHBACK*
The hunting party was late. Dusk was falling rapidly and the air was bereft of the jubilant cries of the returning party, as they transported the day’s kills back to kelutral in preparation for the feast. With every minute that passed in silence, the sense of foreboding that had plagued you since the night before grew more heightened.
“Be calm, sister,” said Olin, one the other apprentices. “They will return soon.”
You, along with Mo’at’s other apprentices, had spent the better part of the last few weeks preparing healing salves, brews and other implements in preparation for this day. But still, it did not feel enough. Something terrible had happened.
Finally, the ground beneath your feet thrummed with vibrations from the pa’li and you heard the distant calls of the hunting party. A sigh of relief was shared by the group waiting at the gates.
But, when the returning party became visible, your eyes narrowed. Lo’ak was in the front, leading the party, a grim expression on his face. No, no, no, no.
You strode up to the group as they closed in on the gates. “Where is Neteyam?” You demanded, eyes flitting back and forth, scanning for his familiar face. The group parted in the middle slowly, revealing a lone pa’li with—you gasped—Neteyam’s prone body flung across its back. The rider shared Lo’ak’s pained expression as he slowly pulled Neteyam’s body down from the pa’li. You walked slowly towards him, an almost other-worldly experience, as the rest of the world blurred and grew muted in the wake of your horror.
“Neteyam,” you cried softly, kneeling down on the ground next to his form, caressing his face, willing him to wake at the sound of your voice. You felt a wetness drip onto your leg, looking down to see the red liquid drip from his side down to where your knees were pressed against him. A sudden rage flared low in your belly as you perceived the cause of his condition: an arrow lodged in his side.
Standing quickly, you rounded on the group, fury blazing your golden orbs as you addressed them. “Who did this?”
Slowly, with trepidation, one of the men stepped forward, Iren, his stricken expression as good as a confession. “You!” You cried, approaching him in quick strides, only to be obstructed by a solid chest as Lo’ak stopped you, his hands gentle but firm. “Leyna,” he warned. “It was a mistake. He did not mean—”
Snarling, you turned, gesturing for two of the hunters to come closer. “Carry him to the healer’s alcove. He is losing blood while we waste time.”
Iren stepped forward, a silent offer to help on his lips.
Shielding Neteyam’s body with your own, you shook your head furiously. “Kehe,” you hissed. “You have done enough.”
Not waiting to hear his response, you turned to follow the men carrying Neteyam, Olin and the other apprentices close on your heels. Anger was good. Better than the horror that threatened to swallow you whole.
***~~***
With trembling hands, you brushed the fletching of the arrow, knowing what had to be done but grimacing at the thought nonetheless. You wished more than ever that Mo’at was here to guide you but she lay prone on the other side of the wall, having been afflicted herself with a searing fever a few nights before the hunt, and still only in the early stages of recovery. You have trained for this. You can do this.
“Olin,” you guided. “Hold his chest steady as I remove the arrow. He will wake when I start to pull it out and he will shift as it comes out. Any movement could dislodge the arrow and cause more damage.”
Olin nodded slowly, settling her hands on either side of his neck and pressing down with enough force to keep him still. Taking in a deep breath, you began tugging the arrow out of where it had buried itself in Neteyam’s flesh.
He woke soon with a pained moan, hand coming to grip your side painfully as Olin held him down.
With a final pull, you removed the arrow in its entirety, flinging it to the side and reaching for the clean cloths you had laid out by his side. Within seconds, the cloth was soaked with this blood and your heart raced as you reached for more cloths. You sent a silent prayer to Eywa as you knelt by his side. Please save him, I can’t do this without him. I love him.
After what felt like an eternity, you felt the bleeding slow at the site of the wound, noting with relief that he was breathing more steadily than he had been before. Applying a cleansing salve to the site, you fetched your stitching implements. Fortunately, Neteyam had drifted off as the blood clotted at the wound site.
Olin resumed her spot at his side, prepared to restrain him if he woke while you began carefully stitching the wound closed. But, he did not stir, finally succumbing to the exhaustion of the day and his injury. After cleaning and applying a dressing, you slumped back against the alcove wall, feeling drained of almost everything you had.
Just as you closed your eyes, you were startled by the sound of clattering feet as a group of the younger girls burst into the alcove space where you had been treating Neteyam.
“By Eywa, he’s alive!”
“He’s still so handsome, even when he’s hurt!”
“—what a stupid thing to say, how could you—”
Having heard enough of their insipid bickering, you cleared your throat. When they did not hear, you raised your voice, anger flaring once more, “Have your sa’sem not raised you to know better? He is a person, not a piece of meat. Ogling at the man while he lays in his sickbed. Get out, GET OUT!”
Throat hoarse from shouting, you fell back against the alcove wall, body slipping down its surface until you reached the floor. The girls left the alcove, duly chastened, and you let out a sigh of relief. Neteyam appeared undisturbed, slumbering peacefully in the corner.
Crawling over to his form, you knelt by his side again, gently brushing back his braids, tears welling in your eyes as you took in the sight of his face, complexion pallid from blood loss.
Unable to stop yourself, you whispered the words that had rattled in your chest for moons, desperate for release. “Nga yawne lu oer.”
***~~***
You diligently gathered the cloths soiled from his blood which lay strewn haphazardly across the alcove floor. You gathered each one before placing it in the wash basket to be taken to the river the next morning.
The family had been to visit Neteyam in the hours since his injury. After catching the stricken expressions on their faces when Neteyam slept through the entire visit, you sent them away, promising that you would call for them when he woke. You had sent Olin away too, seeing no reason for the two of you to go hungry when there was an abundance of taliolang meat being prepared for the feast. In truth, you could not stomach anything if you tried.
To pass the time, you had begun chopping up roots to be added to your stores of healing salves. The roots were strangely-shaped, sharp thorns littering their sides, making it a task that required strict concentration which suited you just fine. Anything to distract yourself from the unconscious man in the corner of the alcove.
So engrossed in your work, that you did not catch the beginnings of the man stirring as he woke. Only when his pained moans reached your ears did you become aware of his state of wakefulness.
Abandoning the heap of roots on the chopping board, you sprung forward.
“Neteyam,” you cried, reaching his side. “No, don’t pull yourself up just yet. You’ll tear the stitches at your side!”
Backing down, he relaxed against the alcove floor. “What happened?” He croaked, voice gravelly from disuse.
Biting your lip, you hesitated. “You were shot.”
Confusion coloured his face, “I was shot?”
Willing yourself not to give into the blinding rage that had consumed you before, you continued, “You were shot by one of the other hunters.”
“By mistake,” you added, grimacing internally when it came out as a hiss.
“Can I guess?” He asked. “Was it Iren?”
You gasped, “How did you know?”
Sighing, he continued, “Iren is, well, not the best shot. I have worked with him for many moons now—” He coughed. “—but he is a slow learner.”
“Then why did you allow him to join the hunt?”
He shot you a pointed look. “He needs to learn, paskalin.”
“He almost killed you,” you hissed. “He deserves to have his bow snapped in half!”
Neteyam, paying no mind to your instructions, lifted himself up into a sitting position.
“What are you doing—”
“Leyna,” he sighed. “You’re being cruel. He’s a boy, still. He will make mistakes and he will learn.”
You felt a fresh surge of anger at his words. “I’m being cruel? He can go make his mistakes on someone else, then! Because, I can’t lose you—” You broke off with a hitching sob. “—there was so much blood. I thought you were gone and I can’t—” You felt strong arms pull you forward.
“Neteyam,” you protested, trying to shift away. “Your wound—”
“It can wait,” he said hotly. “Stay.”
You acquiesced, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, crying with abandon now.
“It’s okay, yawntu,” he murmured, rubbing your back in slow circles. “I’m here, I’m okay.”
Relishing the feel of his embrace, you breathed in his familiar scent. Thank you, Great Mother. You felt your eyelids grow heavy, at ease for the first time in many hours.
Moments before you slipped into a slumber, his voice stopped you. “I love you too.”
“What?” Your eyes blinked open, startled.
Pulling back to look at you, “I love you too, paskalin” he repeated, a smile growing on his face.
Comprehension dawned on you. “You heard me.”
“I did. Did you not mean for me to know? Or was it for someone else?” He teased.
“You—you’re unbelievable,” you laughed softly. “So, is that—I mean, are we—”
“Are we courting?” He waggled his eyebrows, wincing slightly from the pain as he shifted his body.
“Careful,” you chided. “And yes, that,” you added, squirming under the heat of his gaze, which was positively lascivious now.
He did not respond, choosing instead to press his lips against yours. You laughed softly against his lips, sighing as they moved to trail across your skin, moving slowly down the slender curve of your neck.
“Neteyam,” you sighed, flushed from the heat of his kisses.
“You really shouldn’t say my name like that,” he murmured against your skin. “It’ll give me ideas.”
Pulling his head back up, you fused your lips with his again in a searing kiss, feeling a pulsing want between your legs. A pleasurable heat coursed through your body, and you were consumed by the need to press yourself completely against his body, to remove the fabrics that lay between you, to be nake—Neteyam let out a pained gasp.
You pulled back sharply, hands running down his body, checking for further injury. “I’m so sorry,” you said softly. “I shouldn’t have—I got carried away.”
“You don’t ever apologise for that,” he laughed softly. “I’m okay, see?”
You were not convinced, backing away from his body, not trusting yourself to keep from hurting him.
“Don’t do that,” he pouted. “Come back.”
“No,” you said firmly. “Actually, no more kissing until you’ve recovered.”
That earned another round of complaints from him. You laughed, turning your back to him as you resumed restocking the medicinal stores. Neteyam loved you. You smiled quietly to yourself as you cleared the space, and arranged the medicinal packs carefully along the space in the wall.
“You know,” he said, after a brief silence. “I wouldn’t take offence if you felt the need to do some ogling.”
“What?”
“I’m just saying,” he continued, trying and failing to contain a smile. “Since kissing’s off the table and all that—”
“Y-you heard that?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Just how long were you asleep for, then?”
“Can’t say.”
“Neteyam.”
“I could be your piece of meat,” he added in a lilting voice.
“Au, you’re ridiculous.”
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