#Kaye😭💕

[bitchiswild]

Goon Central: College Basketball AU

Warnings: goon central alternate universe, fighting, RAHHHHHHH

Word Count: 10k

A/n: I was forced to do this by the GC they volunteered me as tribute 😞✊

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Hearts were pounding in everyone’s ears. This practice session was more brutal than ever. The cheerleaders were pushing themselves to the limit, striving to perfect every jump and stunt. They knew there was no room for error. Across the gym, the basketball players were practicing with a fierce intensity, each movement sharper and more precise than before. The final game was just around the corner, and it meant everything to them.

For the cheerleaders, every flip, twist, and cheer was a testament to months of dedication. Mimi, the team captain, felt the pressure more than anyone. She knew that their routine needed to be flawless to inspire the crowd and boost the team’s morale. "Okay! Let's try that again! Remember, girls, we are trying to get scouted," she called out, her voice steady despite the nerves. Her heart raced as she executed a perfect back handspring, landing with a solid thud that resonated through the gym. The team mirrored her determination, their synchronized movements a blend of grace and power.

On the basketball court, the players were relentless. Sweat dripped from their brows as they ran drill after drill. Coach’s voice boomed through the gym, urging them to dig deeper, push harder. Every pass, every shot, every defensive stance was a step toward victory. "If you guys want to make it into the WNBA, you need to work harder!" Coach shouted.

Sienna, the star player, wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her eyes never leaving the hoop. She knew the weight of her team’s expectations rested on her shoulders. Her jump shot was a thing of beauty, arching perfectly before swishing through the net.

The stakes were high. The final game was more than just a match; it was the culmination of their efforts, a chance to prove themselves. The cheerleaders and basketball players alike knew that this was their moment. The energy in the gym was electric, a mix of anxiety and excitement.

"Okay, girls, let's take a break!" Mimi called out, noticing that the players were getting ready to take a break too.

The gym fell into a quiet lull as both the cheerleaders and basketball players took a break. Mimi handed out water bottles to her team, her mind still running through their routine. She glanced over at the basketball court where the players were sprawled on the benches, catching their breath.

Sienna, the star player, leaned back and took a long drink from her water bottle. She noticed Mimi gazing over and gave her a tired smile. She walked over, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a towel.

“Hey, how’s practice going?” she asked, her voice hoarse from shouting plays.

Mimi returned her smile. “Brutal, but we’re getting there. You guys look like you’re working hard too.”

Sienna nodded. “Coach is really pushing us. This game is everything. We’ve got scouts coming, and the whole school is counting on us.”

Mimi nodded, understanding the weight of her words. “Same here. We’re aiming to get scouted too. It’s like everything we’ve worked for comes down to this one moment.”

They stood in companionable silence for a moment, the sounds of their teammates’ chatter filling the gym. The shared pressure and determination seemed to bridge the gap between them.

“You know,” Sienna said, breaking the silence, “no matter what happens, we’ve already made it this far. That’s something to be proud of, and just so you know, I'm proud of you.”

Mimi smiled and blushed, feeling a surge of confidence. “I'm proud of you too, Sienna. And you're right. We’ve got this.”

“Mimi, look!” Sol shouted, gaining her attention. She stood in the middle of the court, holding a basketball in her hand, preparing to throw it backwards. “This one’s for you!” Sol called out, pointing toward Mimi before tossing the ball over her shoulder. The ball soared through the air, bouncing off the rim of the hoop.

The gym erupted in laughter and cheers as the ball spun around the rim before finally falling to the floor. Mimi laughed and clapped her hands. “Nice try, Sol!”

Sol grinned, jogging over to retrieve the ball. “I’ll get it next time, I swear!”

“Wait! I wanna try!” Jade said, rushing over and getting into the same position Sol was in before.

Sol tossed the ball to Jade with a playful smile. “Alright, show us what you’ve got!”

Jade, despite being shorter than most of her teammates on the basketball court, stood in the middle, holding the basketball with determination. She took a deep breath, glancing at Mimi, who stood among the cheerleaders, cheering them on. “This one’s for you, Mimi!” she declared, mimicking Sol’s earlier gesture.

With a determined flick of her wrist, Jade threw the ball backwards over her shoulder. Everyone watched in anticipation as the ball flew through the air, heading straight for the hoop. It hit the backboard, spun around the rim, and, to everyone’s surprise, dropped through the net.

The gym exploded with cheers and laughter, everyone clapping and shouting in excitement. Mimi's face lit up with surprise and joy as she realized the shot was dedicated to her.

Mimi laughed and clapped her hands. “That was amazing, Jade!” She ran over and gave Jade a hug, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That was for me, guys!" Mimi exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the gym.

Jade returned the hug, grinning from ear to ear. “Of course, Mimi! Anything for you!”

"You should dedicate one to Kaye, once they come to one of your practices," Mimi said, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously, causing Jade to blush.

"You're so right. Do you think they'd be impressed?" Jade questioned, feeling a hint of nervousness creeping in.

"Jade," Mimi said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You're amazing just the way you are. I'm sure Kaye would be thrilled to see you in action."

Jade smiled gratefully at Mimi's words, feeling a surge of confidence. "Thanks, Mimi. I'll definitely give it a shot."

"Waitttt, I want to dedicate a shot for you too, Mimi," Sienna whined playfully as she got into the same position as Jade. "I'm a star player and captain for a reason. Just watch me. This one's for you, Mimi," Sienna declared with a wink, tossing the ball behind her.

The gym fell into a momentary silence as everyone watched with bated breath. The ball sailed through the air, but instead of hitting the rim or the hoop, it missed entirely, airballing.

Sienna's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she turned to face Mimi, who was trying to suppress a giggle. "Well, I guess that one didn't quite go as planned," Sienna admitted sheepishly.

Mimi stepped forward, wrapping Sienna in a supportive hug. "It's okay, Sienna. The sentiment was there, and that's what counts."

Sienna smiled gratefully, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thanks, Mimi. I'll stick to making shots during the game."

Mimi returned Sienna's smile before her eyes drifted to the side, catching sight of Keer downing a Monster Energy drink. "Sorry Sienna be right back…KEER!" Mimi shouted, rushing over to her.

Keer jumped at the sound of her name but continued to chug the drink faster, knowing there was no turning back once it was already in her system. Keer was notorious for drinking Monster Energy all the time, despite Mimi's and Lila’s frequent scoldings and threats.

Mimi reached Keer just as she finished the last drop of the energy drink. "Keer, how many times have Lila I told you to stop drinking those? They're not good for you!" Mimi scolded, her tone firm.

Keer shrugged nonchalantly, unfazed by Mimi's reprimand. "Relax, Mimi. It's just one drink. It gives me the energy boost I need."

Mimi sighed, her frustration evident. "One drink too many, Keer. You need to start taking better care of yourself. Your health is important, you know."

Keer rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of guilt in her expression. "Fine, fine. I'll try to cut back (Lies)," she relented, knowing that Mimi wouldn't let up until she promised.

Mimi gave her a stern look. "Good. I mean it, Keer. No more energy drinks, or else there will be consequences."

Keer nodded, knowing better than to argue further with Mimi. Despite their occasional clashes over Keer's unhealthy habits, it was clear that Mimi cared deeply about her well-being.

"She's right, Keer. You've been downing Monster Energy drinks a lot," Sugar said, joining the conversation as she overheard Mimi's scolding.

Keer sighed, "I know, Sugar. I just can't seem to kick the habit. It's just so yummy," she admitted reluctantly, her voice tinged with regret.

Sugar placed a comforting hand on Keer's shoulder. "I understand, but your health is more important than a temporary burst of energy. Maybe we can find healthier alternatives together?"

Keer nodded, grateful for Sugar's support. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Sugar. And thanks for looking out for me, Mimi," she added, directing a grateful smile towards Mimi, who was watching them.

Mimi smiled back, relieved to see Keer taking her concerns seriously. "Anytime, Keer. We're all here to support each other, no matter what," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

“But seriously though, stop it, or else I'm gonna smack you and get Lila to read you all the ingredients and cons of energy drinks,” Mimi warned, her tone firm but laced with a hint of playful threat.

Keer chuckled nervously, knowing that Mimi was serious about that. "Alright, alright, I promise I'll cut back," she replied, raising her hands in surrender.

Mimi narrowed her eyes playfully. "Good. And if you don't, you'll have to deal with all of us," she added, nodding towards Sugar, who grinned mischievously in agreement.

Keer rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her friends' antics. "Got it, no more energy drinks," she promised, grateful for their concern and support.

"Speaking of Lila, where is she?" Sugar questioned. "Wasn't she supposed to watch us practice today?"

Mimi glanced around the gym, furrowing her brow in confusion. "You're right, I haven't seen her. She said she was going to be here to support us."

Just then, the gym doors swung open, and Lila burst through, looking slightly flustered. "Sorry I'm late, guys!" she exclaimed, hurrying over to join them and pulling the three of you into a tight hug.

Returning her hug, Mimi raised an eyebrow, teasingly. "Fashionably late, as always, Lila, but still gorgeous as ever," she remarked with a playful wink, her eyes lingering on Lila's face a moment longer than necessary.

Lila grinned sheepishly, feeling a rush of warmth at Mimi's compliment. "Says you! But you know me. I wouldn't miss practice for anything!" she replied, with a tinge of flirtation in her voice.

As they broke apart, Lila couldn't help but notice the way Mimi's gaze lingered on her, the air between them charged with a subtle tension. It was a feeling she was all too familiar with, the unspoken attraction that simmered beneath the surface of their friendship.

With a playful twinkle in her eye, Lila flashed Mimi a teasing grin, a silent invitation for whatever might come next.

Keer noticed the tired look in Lila's eyes and asked, "Hey, everything okay? You seem a bit tired"

Lila sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Ugh, you wouldn't believe it. My professor decided to be a complete ass today. As if being a med student isn't stressful enough already."

Sugar frowned sympathetically. "That sounds rough. What happened?"

Lila shook her head, frustration evident in her voice. "He just kept piling on the assignments and deadlines, like he doesn't care that we have other classes and responsibilities too."

Mimi hugged Lila warmly. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. But hey, you made it. Now you can relax and take a nap if needed, and we'll deal with that jerk of a professor later."

Lila smiled gratefully at her friends, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "Thanks, guys. You're the best."

"Lila! You're finally here!" Sol, Sienna, and Jade exclaimed as they rushed over to her, pulling her into a hug.

"Practice started an hour ago. Where have you been, girlie?" Sol questioned, her tone teasing but with a hint of concern.

Lila laughed sheepishly, feeling slightly guilty for being late. "Sorry, sorry! I got held up with a stubborn professor. But I'm here now, ready to support you guys," she replied, her smile brightening as she felt the warmth of her friends' embrace.

Sol grinned, squeezing her shoulder affectionately. "Well, better late than never. Let's get you situated!"

Sol and Jade helped Lila to her seat, ensuring she was comfortable. But before she could settle in, Sugar interrupted her.

“Oh my god, Lila, guess what!” Sugar started, glancing at Keer.

“What?” Lila questioned, intrigued by Sugar's tone.

“Keer’s drinking Monster again,” Sugar said quickly before darting away.

Lila's head snapped towards Keer, her eyes widening in disbelief. “KEER!”

“NUH UH,” Keer protested as she ran towards the other side of the court, trying to evade Lila's impending lecture.

“We are SO talking about this after practice!” Lila shouted across the court, determination clear in her voice.

Mimi, standing on the side, shook her head and chuckled. "I told her," she remarked with a knowing smile. She clapped her hands to get the cheerleaders’ attention. “Alright, girls, break is over! let’s get back to it! We’ve got a routine to nail!”

Sienna turned back to her team, her voice rising above the noise. “Come on, guys, back on the court! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!”

As the practice continued, Lila's presence served as a source of encouragement for her friends, their spirits lifted by her unwavering support. Though she wasn't on the court with them, her mere presence made a difference. Lila took advantage of this time to study for her upcoming quiz, determined to balance her responsibilities as a student with her commitment to supporting her friends.

With her textbooks spread out before her, Lila delved into her studies, occasionally glancing up to cheer for her friends as they practiced tirelessly. Despite the distractions of the gymnasium, she remained focused, her determination to succeed mirrored in the dedication of her friends on the court.

Practice had finally ended, and everyone felt a mixture of hunger and exhaustion. With a collective sigh of relief, they made their way to the locker room to freshen up before heading out for dinner together.

The locker room buzzed with chatter and laughter as they stripped off their sweaty clothes and washed away the grime of practice. "Man, I'm starving!" exclaimed Sol, her stomach growling audibly.

Jade chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Same here. I can't wait to devour a burger!"

Mimi grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I heard this diner has the best milkshakes in town. I'm definitely getting one!"

As they emerged from the locker room, dressed in fresh clothes and with renewed energy, Lila joined them, a bright smile on her face. Together, they made their way to their favorite diner, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they walked.

Around the table, laughter and conversation flowed freely as they recounted the highlights of the day and teased each other affectionately. "Remember that time when Sienna attempted that backflip and almost landed on her face?" joked Keer, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Sienna playfully rolled her eyes. "Hey, I nailed it eventually! Practice makes perfect, right?"

The group erupted into laughter, their spirits buoyed by the easy camaraderie that defined their friendship. As they continued to enjoy their meal, their conversation drifted from playful banter to more heartfelt topics.

"So, Keer, what was Sugar saying about the Monster Energy drink?" Lila asked, arching an eyebrow curiously.

Keer chuckled, shaking her head. "I know, I know. Mimi already gave me an earful about it," she admitted, a sheepish grin tugging at her lips. "But old habits die hard, I guess."

Lila nodded sympathetically, her expression softening with concern. "Just be careful, okay? Those drinks can be really bad for you," she cautioned, her voice gentle but firm.

Keer sighed, nodding in acknowledgment. "Yeah, I know," she admitted reluctantly. "But sometimes, I just need that extra boost to get through the day."

Mimi, who had been listening in on their conversation, nodded in agreement. "I understand, but it's important to be mindful of what you're putting into your body," she chimed in, her tone serious.

Lila smiled gratefully at Mimi's support before turning back to Keer. "Seriously, though, you should try to cut back. Your health is important, and those drinks are doing more harm than good."

Keer nodded, a hint of sheepishness in her expression. "Thanks, Lila. I'll try to do better(LIES)," she promised, her voice sincere.

With a supportive nod, Lila returned her attention to the group, the conversation shifting back to lighter topics.

"So, what are we going to do after dinner?" asked Jade, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Mimi glanced around the table, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "How about a movie night? We can pick up some snacks and binge-watch our favorite films."

Keer nodded enthusiastically. "Sounds like a plan! I'm down for some popcorn and a good movie."

Lila, smiled warmly at the suggestion. "That sounds perfect. I've been meaning to catch up on some movies."

Excitement bubbled among the group as they discussed which movies to watch and who would be in charge of bringing the snacks. Mimi volunteered to pick up the popcorn, while Sugar insisted on bringing a selection of candies.

As they waited for their food to arrive, their conversation drifted to lighter topics, and laughter filled the air. They reminisced about their favorite movie nights in the past, sharing fond memories of cozying up on the couch with blankets and pillows, surrounded by good company.

When their meals arrived, they dug in eagerly, savoring each bite and enjoying the delicious flavors of their favorite diner dishes. The atmosphere was lively and full of warmth, the bond between them growing stronger with every shared moment.

As the evening wore on and their plates were cleared, they made plans to head back to Mimi's place for the movie marathon. With anticipation building, they settled the bill and made their way out of the diner, their excitement palpable.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, a perfect backdrop for their movie night adventure. With laughter and chatter echoing through the streets, they walked arm in arm, eager to continue their evening of fun and friendship. And as they reached their destination, they knew that the night ahead would be filled with laughter, memories, and the joy of being together.

"So, scary movie everyone?" Mimi suggested with a mischievous smirk on her face, knowing full well that her friends disliked scary movies.

Jade's eyes widened in mock horror. "Oh no, not again! You know I can't handle scary movies."

Sienna laughed, shaking her head. "Count me out too. I'd rather not have nightmares for a week."

Keer nodded in agreement. "Yeah, let's stick to something lighthearted. I'm not in the mood to be scared out of my wits."

Lila chuckled, siding with her friends. "I'm with them. How about we go for a comedy instead? Something that will make us laugh until our sides hurt."

Mimi feigned disappointment, but her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Fine, fine. We'll save the horror movies for another time. Comedy it is!"

Sol and Sugar, who had been listening to the conversation from across the room, chimed in with their agreement. "Yeah, let's keep it light and funny," Sol suggested, flashing a grin at the group.

Sugar nodded enthusiastically. "I'm with you guys. Comedy sounds like the perfect choice."

With everyone in agreement, they settled in for their movie marathon, surrounded by snacks and blankets.

As the movie started playing, they all settled in for what they hoped would be a night of laughter and fun. However, things took an unexpected turn when the DVD player decided to rebel against their plans.

Just as the opening credits began to roll, the screen flickered and went blank. "What's going on?" exclaimed Mimi, furrowing her brows in confusion.

Keer leaned forward to inspect the DVD player, but before she could figure out the problem, the screen suddenly burst back to life. Instead of the comedy they were expecting, they were greeted with the sight of a cartoon llama dancing across the screen.

The room erupted into laughter as they realized they had accidentally switched to a children's movie instead. "How did that even happen?" exclaimed Sienna, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"It must be possessed by the ghost of a kid who wants to watch cartoons," joked Jade, earning a round of chuckles from the group.

Undeterred by the unexpected turn of events, they decided to roll with it and enjoy the silliness of the cartoon llama.

As the cartoon llama continued its absurd dance on the screen, the group couldn't contain their laughter. They leaned back on the couch, clutching their stomachs and wiping away tears of mirth.

But just as they were getting into the groove of the unexpected entertainment, there was a sudden power outage. The room plunged into darkness, leaving them all startled and disoriented.

"Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill?" joked Sugar, her voice tinged with amusement.

Sol fumbled for her phone, using its flashlight to illuminate the room. "I think we just got pranked by the universe," she quipped, earning a round of chuckles from the group.

Undeterred by the sudden setback, Mimi sprang into action. "Who's up for a game of flashlight tag?" she suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Before anyone could protest, she darted off into the darkness, her laughter echoing through the room. The others quickly followed suit, their shrieks and giggles filling the air as they chased each other around the room with their makeshift flashlights.

For the next hour, they forgot all about the movie and the power outage, lost in the simple joy of playing like kids again. And as the lights flickered back on and they collapsed onto the couch, breathless and laughing, they knew that sometimes, the best memories were made when things didn't go according to plan.

As they caught their breath from the impromptu game of flashlight tag, they noticed a faint glow emanating from the window. Curious, they peered outside to see the stars twinkling in the night sky, casting a magical glow over the neighborhood.

"Hey, why don't we go stargazing?" suggested Lila, her eyes bright with excitement.

The idea was met with unanimous enthusiasm, and they quickly gathered blankets and pillows before heading out to the backyard. They lay on the grass, gazing up at the heavens above, their laughter fading into contented silence as they marveled at the beauty of the night sky.

"Look, a shooting star!" exclaimed Sienna, pointing excitedly at a streak of light blazing across the sky.

They all made wishes, their voices hushed with awe and wonder, as they watched the stars twinkle and dance above them. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the vastness of the universe, they felt a profound sense of peace and connection.

They all made wishes, their voices hushed with awe and wonder, as they watched the stars twinkle and dance above them. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of friendship and the vastness of the universe, they felt a profound sense of peace and connection.

"Do you think we'd be friends in every universe?" Sienna pondered aloud, breaking the tranquil silence that enveloped them.

Jade chuckled softly, her gaze fixed on the stars above. "Definitely. We're stuck with each other for eternity, whether we like it or not."

Keer grinned, nudging Jade playfully. "Speak for yourself. You may annoy me, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

Sugar smiled, her heart swelling with affection for her friends. "Agreed. No matter where life takes us, we'll always find our way back to each other."

Mimi nodded in agreement, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I couldn't imagine my life without you guys. You're my family."

Lila wrapped her arms around Mimi, pulling her into a tight hug. "And you're stuck with us, whether you like it or not."

Sol, who had been silently observing the conversation, spoke up with a grin. "Well, if we're stuck together for eternity, we might as well make the best of it. Here's to friendship, in this universe and every other."

As the time passed, it was time for everyone to head home, but not before a final exchange of encouragement and excitement.

"Everyone ready for the finals tomorrow?" Jade asked, breaking the silence that had settled over the group.

"Of course, I'm anxious but ready," Sienna replied, her determination shining through her nerves.

"Same here," Sol chimed in, her confidence unwavering as she prepared mentally for the challenge ahead.

"Me too," Sugar added, her voice tinged with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

"I agree," Keer affirmed, her competitive spirit burning brightly as she anticipated the upcoming competition.

"How about you, Mimi? Aren't scouts going to be there?" Sol inquired, curiosity dancing in her eyes.

"Yeah, they are, and I'm ready to amaze them with my flips," Mimi declared confidently, a smirk playing on her lips as she flicked her hair with flair, eliciting laughter from her friends.

"Lila, you're going to be there as a medic assistant, right?" Keer questioned, turning her attention to Lila.

"I am, actually! I'll take care of your guys' injuries and be there to support you. It's a win-win!" Lila replied with a grin, her eagerness to help evident in her voice.

"Ena and Kaye are gonna be there tomorrow too!" Sugar exclaimed, her excitement palpable. "They literally went on a trip without us. Rude!" Sugar scoffed, her playful annoyance evident.

"I can't wait to see Kaye," Jade sighed lovingly, a dreamy look in her eyes as she thought about her “friend”.

"Gay," Keer interjected with a teasing grin, eliciting chuckles from the group at her playful teasing.

With their plans set and their excitement palpable, they said their goodbyes and headed home. As they dispersed, Mimi called out, "Get home safe, everyone!" her voice filled with warmth and genuine concern, their hearts filled with anticipation for the finals tomorrow.

The next morning, everyone woke up with their hearts racing, their minds filled with anticipation and excitement. Today was the day they had been practicing for, for months. It was game day.

As the tension mounted in the locker room before the game, Sienna paced back and forth, her nerves getting the best of her. "God, guys, I'm so nervous all of a sudden," she admitted, her voice tinged with anxiety.

Mimi noticed her friend's distress and stepped forward, determination shining in her eyes. She gently grabbed Sienna's face, ensuring they were eye to eye. "Sienna, listen to me," she said firmly. "You are going to do so well, I promise you. You are an amazing player, and you have an amazing team by your side. I believe in you."

Sienna's gaze softened as she absorbed Mimi's words of encouragement. With a deep breath, she nodded, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Mimi. I needed that," she said gratefully.

Sienna's announcement hung heavy in the air, her words echoing with a mixture of solemnity and regret. "But I have a speech," she continued, her voice steady but tinged with emotion. "I know we've had a rough time lately, and we've been through so much together. But I have news... and I'm sorry that I kept it from all of you. This will be my last game."

Mimi's eyes widened in disbelief, her heart sinking at the revelation. "Your last game?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sienna nodded, her expression somber. "I know it's sudden, and I'm sorry for not telling you sooner," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "But I've made a decision that I can't back down from. This game... it's my farewell."

Jade's eyes welled with tears, her voice trembling as she spoke. "But why now, Sienna? Why leave us?"

Sienna's bittersweet smile touched her lips as she met Jade's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and determination. "I've made a decision, one that I know in my heart is the right one," she explained, her tone resolute. "And as much as it pains me to leave, I want to focus on school and my classes."

Keer's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and concern flickering across her features. "Wow, Sienna, I didn't see this coming," she admitted, her voice filled with genuine concern. "But if this is what you feel is best for you, then I support you one hundred percent."

Sienna nodded gratefully, her smile softening. "Thank you, Keer," she said sincerely, appreciating her friend's understanding.

Sol's expression softened, her eyes reflecting a sense of understanding. "We'll miss you, Sienna," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness.

Sugar's shoulders slumped, her expression a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "I guess this is goodbye, then," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As Sienna's words sank in, the locker room fell into a somber silence, each of her teammates grappling with the weight of her announcement.

"It's not a goodbye," Mimi said firmly, her voice cutting through the silence. "It's just a 'see you later.' Sienna may be leaving the team, but she'll always be our friend and a part of our family."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes bright with determination. "That's right. No matter where life takes us, we'll always be there for each other."

Sol and Keer exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting a shared understanding. "We'll miss you, Sienna," Sol said softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Sienna smiled gratefully at her friends, her heart warmed by their unwavering support. "Thank you, everyone," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "For everything. But enough sadness for now. We've got a game to play, and you best believe we are gonna win. So let me give us a pep talk."

With renewed determination shining in her eyes, Sienna took a step forward, her teammates gathering around her, their spirits uplifted by her words. "Listen up, team," she began, her voice ringing with confidence. "We've worked too hard, fought too long, to let anything stand in our way. We are strong, we are capable, and we are ready to show the world what we're made of."

Mimi nodded in agreement, a fire burning in her eyes. "That's right. We may face challenges, but we face them together. And together, there's nothing we can't overcome."

Jade grinned, her determination matching that of her teammates. "Let's show them what we're made of," she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

As they walked out of the locker room, the team's anticipation for the game ahead grew palpable. With each step towards the court, their excitement mounted, their minds focused on the challenge that lay ahead.

Suddenly, Ena and Kaye rushed towards them, their faces lit up with excitement. They enveloped the team in a warm embrace, their words of encouragement echoing in the air. "Good luck, everyone!" they exclaimed, their voices filled with genuine enthusiasm.

Sienna smiled gratefully at her friends, feeling a surge of confidence wash over her. "Thanks, Ena, Kaye," she said, her voice filled with appreciation. "We'll give it our all."

As Ena and Kaye made their way to their seats, the team's spirits soared, their bond strengthened by the support of their friends. With their words of encouragement echoing in their hearts, they stepped onto the court, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. And as the game began, they knew that no matter what, they would face it together, united by friendship and a shared determination to succeed.

As the first quarter began, anticipation coursed through the gymnasium, the air thick with excitement and nerves. Sienna, wearing jersey number 5, stood tall at the forefront, her eyes focused and determination etched on her face. She knew that this game was more than just a match; it was a chance to prove herself and lead her team to victory.

Jade, sporting jersey number 8, bounced on the balls of her feet, her energy palpable as she prepared to unleash her speed and agility on the court. Despite her shorter stature, she exuded confidence, ready to take on any challenge that came her way.

Sol, donning jersey number 7, She stood resolute, her presence commanding respect as she anchored the team's defense and battled for rebounds in the paint. With each block and defensive stop, she inspired her teammates, her determination evident in every move she made.

Keer, wearing jersey number 15, took a deep breath, her focus unwavering as she prepared to showcase her versatility and skill on the court. As a key player on both offense and defense, she knew that her performance would be crucial to her team's success.

Sugar, in jersey number 10, exuded calmness amidst the chaos, her steady demeanor a reassuring presence for her teammates. With her sharpshooting and strategic plays, she aimed to outwit the opposition and lead her team to victory.

As the game unfolded, emotions ran high on both sides, each player channeling their adrenaline into their performance on the court. With every steal, every block, and every shot, they pushed themselves to the limit, fueled by their passion for the game and their desire to emerge victorious.

The first quarter kicked off with a flurry of action, both teams vying for control of the game. Sienna, dribbling the ball with finesse, eyed her opponents with determination as she scanned the court for an opening.

"Come on, team! Let's show them what we're made of!" Sienna shouted, rallying her teammates as she drove towards the basket.

Jade, quick as lightning, darted past defenders with ease, her nimble footwork leaving them in her wake. "I got this!" she exclaimed, executing a perfect layup to put her team on the scoreboard.

But the opposing team wasn't going down without a fight. Sol, battling for position in the paint, faced stiff resistance from her opponents as she fought for every rebound and putback.

"Get out of my way!" Sol grunted, pushing through the defense to secure a crucial offensive rebound and convert it into a powerful dunk.

Meanwhile, Keer and Sugar worked in tandem, their chemistry evident as they executed precision passes and cut through the opposing defense.

"Open for three!" Sugar called out, receiving a pass from Keer before sinking a long-range shot with precision.

As the tension mounted, both teams exchanged baskets, neither willing to relinquish control of the game. With every steal, every block, and every shot, the intensity of the competition reached new heights, the outcome hanging in the balance.

But amidst the chaos of the game, Mimi remained a constant source of support and encouragement for her teammates, cheering them on with unwavering enthusiasm from the sidelines.

"Keep it up, everyone! We've got this!" Mimi shouted, her voice cutting through the noise of the crowd as she urged her team to give it their all.

As the first quarter drew to a close, the score remained deadlocked, both teams locked in a fierce battle for supremacy. But with Sienna and her teammates leading the charge, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their determination to emerge victorious.

As the first quarter ended, the teams retreated to their respective benches, the intensity of the game still lingering in the air. Sienna and her teammates huddled together, their faces flushed with exertion but their spirits undiminished.

"We're doing great out there, but we need to stay focused," Sienna said, her voice firm as she addressed her team. "We can't afford to let up for a second. Let's keep the pressure on and show them what we're made of."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with determination. "We've got them on the ropes. Let's keep pushing and wear them down."

Sol, wiping sweat from her brow, pounded her fist into her palm with a resolute nod. "They're tough, but we're tougher. Let's show them what we're capable of."

Keer and Sugar exchanged a glance, their determination mirrored in each other's eyes. "We've got this," Keer said, her voice steady. "Let's go out there and finish what we started."

The familiar voices of their friends echoed from the sidelines, adding to the chorus of encouragement.

"Come on, Jadey, you got this!" Kaye yelled from the side, her voice filled with unwavering support as she cheered on her friend.

Jade's face lit up with a smile at the sound of her friend's voice, her determination bolstered by Kaye's words. "Thanks, Kaye!" she shouted back, a renewed sense of purpose evident in her eyes.

Not far away, Ena's voice rang out as she joined in the chorus of encouragement. "You got this, Sugar!" she called, her words carrying across the court with a sense of conviction.

Sugar's heart swelled with gratitude at the sound of her friend's voice, her resolve strengthened by Ena's unwavering belief in her abilities. "Thanks, Ena!" she replied, a surge of determination coursing through her veins.

With the support of their friends cheering them on from the sidelines, the team felt a renewed sense of purpose as they prepared to face the challenges of the second quarter.

With a final rallying cry, the team broke their huddle and returned to the court, their determination renewed and their focus laser-sharp. As the second quarter began, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, united in their quest for victory.

Lila stood near Mimi and her fellow cheerleaders, her eyes glued to the action on the court as she cheered on her friends with unwavering enthusiasm.

"You've got this, Sienna!" she called out, her voice ringing out with encouragement as she watched her friend lead the charge.

Beside her, Mimi grinned at Lila's infectious energy, her own cheerleading squad joining in the chorus of support. "That's it, Lila! Keep cheering them on!" she exclaimed, a sense of pride evident in her voice.

As the game unfolded, Lila's shouts of encouragement echoed through the gymnasium, her unwavering support serving as a source of inspiration for her friends on the court. With every basket, steal, and defensive stop, she cheered them on with all her heart, knowing that they were capable of achieving greatness.

And as the second quarter began, Lila remained by Mimi's side, her eyes alight with excitement as she continued to cheer on her friends with unwavering enthusiasm.

As the second quarter commenced, the cheerleaders took center stage, their vibrant routines adding an extra layer of energy to the already electric atmosphere in the gymnasium. Mimi, leading her squad with grace and precision, stepped forward to perform their signature cheer dance.

With every move, Mimi's athleticism and charisma shone through, her movements fluid and dynamic as she led her team through a series of intricate steps and formations. From high-flying jumps to perfectly synchronized flips, their routine was a testament to months of practice and dedication.

The crowd erupted into cheers as Mimi and her cheerleaders dazzled them with their performance, their energy infectious as they pumped up the crowd and rallied support for the team on the court. With each beat of the music, they brought the crowd to their feet, their cheers echoing throughout the gymnasium.

As the routine reached its climax, Mimi executed a flawless series of tumbling passes, her athleticism on full display as she soared through the air with grace and precision. With a final flourish, she struck a pose, her smile radiant as she basked in the applause of the crowd.

As the cheers died down and the game resumed, Mimi returned to her position on the sidelines, her heart pounding with excitement and pride. With their cheer dance complete, she knew that she and her squad had done their part to energize the crowd and inspire their team to victory.

As the second quarter unfolded, the intensity of the game only seemed to grow, with both teams locked in a fierce battle for control of the court. Sienna, Jade, Sol, Keer, and Sugar fought tooth and nail against their opponents, their determination evident in every dribble, pass, and shot.

Sienna showcased her leadership on the court, directing her teammates with precision and executing sharp drives to the basket. "Keep pushing, guys! We've got this!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the gymnasium as she led by example.

Jade used her speed and agility to weave through defenders, her layups and mid-range jumpers keeping her team in the game. "Let's go, team! Keep the pressure on!" she exclaimed, her eyes blazing with determination.

Sol dominated the paint with her strength and athleticism, grabbing rebounds and blocking shots with authority. "We can't let up now! Keep fighting!" she urged her teammates, her voice a steady presence amidst the chaos of the game.

Keer played with tenacity on both ends of the court, her hustle and determination inspiring her teammates to dig deep. "Stay focused, everyone! We've worked too hard to let this slip away!" she called out, her voice filled with urgency.

Sugar remained calm and collected under pressure, sinking clutch shots and making smart plays to keep her team in contention. "Stay poised, guys! We've got this!" she encouraged, her confidence unwavering as she led her team with poise and determination.

As the seconds ticked away, the score remained tight, both teams refusing to give an inch as they battled for supremacy. The scoreboard above the court flashed the current score: 35-34, with Sienna's team holding onto a narrow lead.

But amidst the chaos and intensity of the game, one thing was clear: Sienna and her teammates were determined to emerge victorious, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. And as the second quarter drew to a close, they knew that they would need to give it everything they had if they were to come out on top.

As the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the second quarter, both teams retreated to their respective benches for a brief respite. Sienna's team gathered in a tight circle, their faces flushed with exertion but their spirits still high.

"We're doing great out there, but we can't afford to let up," Sienna said, her voice filled with determination. "We've got to keep pushing and stay focused."

Jade nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with intensity. "We've come too far to back down now. Let's finish this strong!"

Sol pounded her fist into her palm, a fierce glint in her eyes. "They're not going to know what hit them. Let's go out there and show them what we're made of!"

Keer and Sugar exchanged a glance, their determination mirrored in each other's eyes. "We've got this, guys," Keer said, her voice steady. "Let's go out there and give it everything we've got."

With a final rallying cry, the team broke their huddle and returned to the court, their determination renewed and their focus laser-sharp. As the third quarter began, they were ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, united in their quest for victory.

As the teams returned to the court for the third quarter, the tension in the gymnasium reached a fever pitch. The air was thick with anticipation, and every breath felt like a struggle as the players battled fatigue and exhaustion.

Sienna's team dug deep, their chests heaving with exertion as they fought to maintain their lead. Beads of sweat dripped down their faces, their jerseys clinging to their bodies as they pushed themselves to the limit.

The scoreboard above the court displayed the current score: 42-40, with Sienna's team still clinging to a narrow lead. Every point mattered now, and the pressure was on as they fought to extend their advantage.

On the sidelines, Mimi and her cheerleaders rallied the crowd, their voices ringing out with encouragement as they urged their team to victory. The cheers and applause were deafening, the energy palpable as the fans roared their support.

But amidst the chaos and intensity of the game, one thing was clear: Sienna and her teammates were determined to emerge victorious, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. With every possession, every rebound, and every shot, they gave it their all, knowing that the outcome of the game hung in the balance.

s the third quarter intensified, Sienna found herself momentarily distracted by Mimi's spirited cheering and the thunderous applause from the crowd. It was in that split second of diversion that an opposing player seized the opportunity, delivering a vicious foul that sent Sienna crashing to the floor.

A collective gasp echoed through the gymnasium as Sienna writhed in pain, clutching her injured leg. The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned, their shouts of encouragement replaced by cries of alarm.

"Whoa, whoa, what the FUCK?!" Ena exclaimed from the sidelines, her voice laced with disbelief as she watched the scene unfold.

Sol, Jade, Keer, and Sugar rushed to Sienna's side, their faces etched with concern as they assessed the extent of her injuries. "Where's the doctor? Where's Lila?!" they shouted, their voices frantic as they searched for assistance.

Mimi, her heart pounding with fear, joined the frantic search, scanning the sidelines for any sign of Lila. "She's over there!" Mimi exclaimed, her voice trembling as she pointed towards Lila, who was making her way through the crowd towards Sienna.

With Lila's arrival, the team breathed a collective sigh of relief, knowing that their friend was in good hands. As Lila assessed Sienna's injuries and sprang into action, the rest of the team stood by anxiously, their hearts heavy with worry but their determination unwavering.

However, Lila's confident demeanor quickly escalated into a standoff with the doctor as she questioned his methods.

"You sure you're doing it right, doc? Maybe you should let a pro handle it," Lila quipped, her tone laced with sarcasm as she nudged the doctor aside.

The doctor raised an eyebrow, unamused by Lila's boldness. "And who might you be?" he asked, his tone dripping with skepticism.

Lila squared her shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. "I'm Lila, the team's medical assistant," she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance. "I've got this under control."

The doctor chuckled patronizingly. "Ah, a student trying to play doctor. How quaint," he remarked, his tone condescending.

But Lila wasn't about to back down. "Better than a doctor who's lost his touch," she shot back, her words sharp as she took charge of the situation.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take care of my friend."

With that, Lila returned her attention to Sienna, her focus laser-sharp as she continued to assess her injuries and provide the necessary care. And as the rest of the team looked on, they couldn't help but admire Lila's determination and resilience in the face of adversity.

As Lila continued to attend to Sienna, the rest of the team's frustration boiled over into a torrent of colorful language directed at the opposing team.

Sol, her voice dripping with anger, let loose a string of expletives that would make a sailor blush. "Those dirty, no-good sons of—"

"Sol, language!" Keer interrupted, though her own vocabulary wasn't much better as she joined in with her own tirade.

Sugar's face flushed with rage as she clenched her fists, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't believe those assholes would pull a stunt like that!"

Jade, her usually calm demeanor shattered by the events on the court, added her own choice words to the mix. "They're a bunch of cheating bastards, plain and simple!"

As the team vented their frustrations, their words echoed, a symphony of anger and indignation that reverberated around the room. And though their language may have been colorful, their loyalty to each other burned bright, a beacon of solidarity in the face of hardship.

As the tension reached its peak, Sugar's frustration and anger boiled over, driving her to lunge towards one of the opposing players. With a sudden burst of energy, she surged forward, her eyes flashing with a mix of determination and fury.

"Sugar, stop!" Keer yelled, reaching out to grab her teammate before she could make contact.

But Sugar's momentum carried her forward, her arms outstretched as she aimed for her target. The opposing player recoiled in surprise, instinctively bracing for impact as Sugar closed the distance between them.

The gymnasium fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold, the air thick with anticipation. It was a tense moment, fraught with the possibility of violence, as Sugar's lunge threatened to escalate into something more.

But just as it seemed that the situation might spiral out of control, the referees intervened, stepping in to separate the two players before any further escalation could occur.

As the tension dissipated and the game resumed, Sienna's team breathed a collective sigh of relief, grateful that disaster had been averted. It was a stark reminder of the intense emotions that could surface in the heat of competition, and the importance of keeping a cool head in the face of adversity.

The game entered its final moments, the score stood at a razor-thin margin of 65-64, with Sienna's team trailing by just one point. The tension in the gymnasium was palpable as the clock ticked down, every second feeling like an eternity.

With the ball in their possession, Sienna's team knew they had one final chance to turn the game around. And as the ball was passed to Keer, who was already fueled by anger from earlier events, she saw her opportunity to make a statement.

With a thunderous roar, Keer charged towards the opposing team's defense, her determination written across her face. In a breathtaking display of athleticism, she soared through the air, defying gravity as she went up for the dunk.

The gymnasium erupted into chaos as Keer slammed the ball through the hoop, scoring the winning basket in dramatic fashion. Sol, feeling the rush of victory, pointed her finger mockingly at the opposing team, a smirk playing on her lips as she taunted them with a silent challenge.

Jade, caught up in the moment, joined in with her own taunts, her voice ringing out across the court. "You saw that, hoes?! You saw that?!"

The opposing team, their tempers already frayed, erupted into a frenzy of anger and frustration, their shouts and curses filling the air. Before anyone could react, punches were thrown, and the gymnasium devolved into chaos.

Ena, watching from the sidelines, could hardly believe her eyes. "What the fuck?!" she exclaimed, leaping down from her seat to join the fight.

In the midst of the chaos, Sienna, Sol, Jade, Keer, and Sugar stood their ground, refusing to back down in the face of adversity. With fists flying and adrenaline pumping, they fought back against their opponents, their determination unyielding.

After the chaos on the court subsided and order was restored, Sienna's team found themselves in the locker room, still buzzing with adrenaline from their thrilling victory. Despite the lingering tension from the altercation, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie among them, a shared bond forged in the heat of battle.

As they caught their breath and tended to any minor injuries sustained during the scuffle, the team reflected on the events of the game, laughing and joking as they relived their triumphs and near-misses on the court.

"We really pulled through in the end, didn't we?" Sienna remarked, a proud smile on her face as she looked around at her teammates.

Sol nodded enthusiastically, her eyes shining with excitement. "Hell yeah, we did! And did you see that dunk from Keer? Absolute legend!"

Keer grinned modestly, her cheeks flushing with pride at the praise. "Thanks, guys. But we couldn't have done it without everyone giving it their all out there."

Sugar, still buzzing with adrenaline, punched the air triumphantly. "That's right! And did you see the look on their faces when we won? Priceless!"

Jade chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "I swear, I thought they were gonna explode with anger. But hey, that's what they get for messing with us!"

Mimi and Lila joined them, their presence adding an extra layer of support and camaraderie to the group.

Mimi beamed with pride as she looked around at her teammates, her cheerleading uniform slightly rumpled but her spirit undimmed. "You guys were incredible out there," she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I couldn't be prouder of each and every one of you."

Lila nodded in agreement, her expression one of genuine warmth and affection. "Seriously, you guys showed incredible resilience and teamwork. And Sienna, I'm so glad you're okay," she added, giving her friend a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

Sienna smiled gratefully at Mimi and Lila, feeling a surge of gratitude for their unwavering support. "Thanks, guys. I couldn't have done it without you," she said, her voice tinged with emotion.

Sol, ever the optimist, grinned mischievously as she looked around at her teammates. "Well, you know what they say: 'Victory tastes sweeter after a good fight!'"

As the team celebrated their victory in the locker room, Kaye and Ena arrived, their faces alight with excitement and pride.

Kaye's eyes immediately sought out Jade, a playful grin spreading across her face as she made her way over to her girlfriend. "Hey, you," she said, pulling Jade into a tight hug. "You were amazing out there."

Jade returned the hug with equal fervor, her heart swelling with affection for Kaye. "Thanks, Kaye," she said, planting a kiss on Kaye's cheek. "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on."

Ena, meanwhile, greeted the rest of the team with high-fives and congratulatory hugs, her enthusiasm infectious. "You guys crushed it out there!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I've never seen a game like that before."

As the celebration in the locker room continued, the team decided to head out for a well-deserved meal together. They piled into cars, still buzzing with excitement and adrenaline from the game, and made their way to their favorite diner.

The atmosphere at the diner was lively, with laughter and chatter filling the air as they settled into their seats. They ordered their favorite dishes and shared stories from the game, reliving their favorite moments and teasing each other about the more humorous ones.

After their meal at the diner, the team decided to continue their celebration at the beach. With the sound of waves crashing in the background and the salty sea air filling their lungs, they kicked off their shoes and ran towards the water, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the ocean.

The sound of waves crashing against the shore greeted them as they arrived, the salty air filling their lungs and invigorating their spirits. They spread out blankets and set up a makeshift bonfire, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over their faces as they settled in for the evening.

As Jade and Kaye sat side by side, their fingers intertwined like two pieces of a puzzle, they couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over them. Their quiet moments together were filled with shared glances and knowing smiles, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment.

Meanwhile, Keer and Sol found themselves in the midst of one of their trademark banter sessions, their playful jabs and sarcastic remarks laced with an underlying tension. Despite their differences, there was a mutual respect between them, a recognition of each other's quirks and strengths that kept their dynamic intriguing.

Lila, seeking solace by the water's edge, found herself lost in thought as she watched the waves crash against the shore. Her stolen glances at Mimi betrayed the turmoil of her emotions, torn between longing and uncertainty.

Caught in the middle of a silent tug-of-war between Lila and Sienna, Mimi struggled to maintain her composure amidst the palpable tension. Despite her best efforts to focus on the laughter and camaraderie of her friends, the storm brewing beneath the surface threatened to engulf her.

Sienna, ever the peacemaker, attempted to diffuse the tension with her trademark optimism and charm. Her rallying cry for a game of beach volleyball was met with enthusiastic cheers, her infectious energy uplifting the spirits of the group.

And amidst the chaos, Ena and Sugar found themselves embroiled in a heated debate over the merits of various beach snacks. Their exaggerated gestures and comically exaggerated expressions drew laughter from the group, their playful banter a welcome distraction from the tension that hung in the air.

As the night wore on, the team found solace in each other's company, their shared laughter and shared experiences forging bonds that would withstand the test of time. And as they gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean before them, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united as a team in victory and in friendship.

Everyone gathered around a blazing bonfire after a game of beach volleyball, the warmth of the flames throwing a comfortable glow over their faces. They took a seat in their homemade seats, ready to relax and tell stories long into the night, beverages in hand and laughter in their hearts.

As they gathered around the bonfire, Mimi raised her drink in a toast. "To unforgettable moments and lasting friendships," she declared, a warm smile gracing her lips.

"To unforgettable moments and lasting friendships!" the team echoed, clinking their glasses together in celebration.

Jade, her eyes twinkling mischievously, nudged Kaye playfully. "Remember that time we got lost on that hiking trail?" she teased, eliciting laughter from the group.

Kaye chuckled, shaking her head. "How could I forget? We ended up miles off course, but at least we had each other for company," she replied, squeezing Jade's hand affectionately.

Sol, taking a sip of her drink, grinned at Keer. "You were unstoppable on the court today, Keer. I swear, you were like a force of nature out there," she praised, raising her glass in salute.

Keer grinned back, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Thanks, Sol. Couldn't have done it without your passes," she replied, giving Sol a playful wink.

Ena and Sugar, sharing a knowing glance, burst into laughter as they recalled a particularly embarrassing moment from their past. "I still can't believe we did that!" Ena exclaimed between giggles, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Sugar nodded, her cheeks flushed with mirth. "I know, right? But hey, it makes for a great story now," she replied, clinking her glass with Ena's in a silent toast to their friendship.

Lila, her gaze soft as she looked around at her friends, felt a surge of gratitude wash over her. "I'm so glad we're all here together," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "Cheers to nights like these."

"Cheers!" the team chorused, raising their glasses in unison as the crackling of the fire and the sound of their laughter filled the night air.

As the flames danced in the firelight and laughter echoed into the night, Mimi raised her glass once more, her heart overflowing with gratitude. "To us," she said, her voice soft but resolute, "and to us being friends in every universe."

The sentiment hung in the air like a promise, binding them together in a bond that transcended time and space. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the love of their friends, they knew that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other.

When we’re old and people ask us about our 20s we’ll show them all of us and tell them

'we were fangirls together'

The End.

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I did it guys🤪✊

[pupyuj]

hi babe!! can you recommend any other blogs like yours?

i’m glad you asked, anon! 💕

@wonysugar — ofc, my favorite blog on here 💞 super awesome if you’re looking for short n’ sweet but satisfying reads!☝️there’s a great variety of idols she writes for too!

@aliceiwk — she’s going to kill me for dragging her in this list but TOO BAD! aespanators this is the blog for ya’ll, i very much recommend reading alice’s jiminjeong stuff she goes insane on them 🥰

@fanfiction4sooya — AAAA LUA i love her style and she basically writes for every female idol under the sun god bless 💓‼️

@wintersera — during my reader days, i started out reading kaye’s fics so i highly recommend checking out their stuff ✨ esp their aespa works!

@bitchiswild — if you like Plot like i do, anon, you’ll find my good friend mya’s fics enjoyable! 🤓

@yujinnieswifeu — EEEE my fellow ive writer + yuyu‼️‼️ writes so earnestly, works so diligently i love her stuff so much 🥺

i know i have a lot more writers to recommend in the back of my mind but i’ve forgotten which ones FUCKKK 😭🥲 but anyways, it’s 100% worth it to check out these writers as they are all amazing in their own little ways 💕 happy reading!

[wonysugar]

would you guys enjoy seeing me describe a vagina using the word “poonani” in one of my future fics?💕

[neonvvaves]

[ ✉ : 𝙨𝙚𝙤𝙠𝙢𝙞𝙣 ]

from kaye / @amoreemioo ────── ─ pre-reveal .

[ ✉ unsent : ] ─   would  you  be  open  to  sharing  a  mailing  address?  if  not,  that's  totally  ok!!! 🙂🙂 i  was  just  thinking  of  sending  you  care  packages  or  even  like  handwritten  letters  or  something  like  that [ ✉ unsent : ] ─   i'm  rly  glad  i  fucked  up  w/  trying  to  unalive  myself.  so  that  i  could  meet  you. [ ✉ unsent : ] ─   SAMMMMMM! 💗💞💖!💕💗!!!💗!!!! i  miss  youlots  and  lot  s  ! 😭😭💕  ii  usually  dont  g  et  drunk  but  i  yad  a  loTTTT  of  whisjey  WOW!  !!  hehe  kept  telliing  my  team  about  howe  i  have  lik  the  bestest  🥰🥰 cutest  funniest  s  exiest 😉💞🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 bf  everr  !!!b!!!nn  ! 💞💕🥰💖💗❣️💕🥰🥰 [ ✉ unsent : ] ─   i  know  that  we're  only  a  yr  into  our  r/s,  we're  young,  etc  etc.  but  i'll  be  real─  i  never  cared  about  getting  married.  or  even  dating.  or  love.  but  that  was  before  i  met  you.  the  future  used  to  scare  me,  but  now,  i'm  excited  for  it.  thinking  about  /our/  future  together.  like  maybe  we  can  go  to  korea  someday?  still  never  been  in  my  life.  if  i  go,  i  want  it  to  be  with  you. i love you, sam 💗💗

────── ─ post-reveal .

[ ✉ unsent : ] ─   if  we  weren't  working  on  this  shoot  together,  would  you  have  told  me  the  truth?  or  is  it  only  bc  we  met  inperson? [ ✉ unsent : ] ─   it's  my  sh scars,  right?  like.  that's  ok.  i  get  it.  trust  me,  i  don't  like  looking  at  myself  either. [ ✉ unsent : ] ─   i'm  not  mad  at  you.  or  disappointed,  resentful,  anything  like  that.  after  thinking  about  it  for  a  while,  i  understand  why  you  did  what  you  did.  i  just..........  idk.  is  something  wrong  w/  me?  am  i  wrong?  shouldn't  i  be  fucking  ecstatic  that  we  see  each  other  almost  everyday  now?  i've  thought  so  long  about  all  the  dates  i'd  wanna  take  you  on,  esp  since  we're  here  in  LA  together.  maybe  i'm  scared  that  you'll  look  back  on  our  relationship,  and  feel  like  you  wasted  your  time  w/  me.  maybe  i'm  even  /more/  scared  of  how  you  /won't/  tell  me  that.  are  you  happy  with  me  now?  are  there  other  secrets  too? [ ✉ unsent : ] ─   paniic  attack  s  too  man y  wouldn't  stop.  finall  y  gave  in  and  drank  a  lllllotlMAO  somy  hear  t  woulldnt  beat  out  of  my  chst  lol  mmaybe  i  shiuld  get  some  xan  ny  f  rom  nmy  friwnd . sou nds good rihgt? u get kittyfiish pics fr oM urbestf riend and i get drrug ss s sSs s 4rm mine 🌟🌟😎 [ ✉ unsent : ] ─   is  it  bc  of  the  sex  that  you  kept  me  around? [ ✉ unsent : ] ─   i'm  scared.  you.......  you're  everything  to  me.  idk  if  i'll  ever  be  able  to  fully  express  how  much  you  matter  to  me,  how  i'm  so  fucking  in  love  with  you.  but  did  i  ever  really  even  have  you?  i  guess  not.  what  reason  would  there  be  for  you  to  stay.  you'll  find  someone  better.  hotter.  probably  famous.  or  at  least  someone  who  enjoys  the  spotlight,  wants  to  be  seen  by  the  world.  and.....  that's  okay.  you  deserve  to  be  happy,  loved.  even  if  it's  not  me  who  gets  to  be  with  you.  i'm  sorry.  i  love  you.  i  always  will.

[lanasblood]

when you said I should wait to read two chapters at once I was genuinely afraid that you ended this chapter with a cliffhanger, but you didn't and I love you so much for it!!! this chapter brought a smile to my face numerous times, the ending is wholesome 💕

I'd like to share a few thoughts with you (a chapter recap):

first of all.... kaye.... man..... like bro wtf, you didn't even die as a hero but like an idiot (sorry not sorry), it is indeed such a pointless death oh boyyy (but it was quite funny, a bit macabre but funny, how you described the circumstances surrounding his death such as him disregarding the orders, going down with only one bullet (not even in a fight), and that it was a miracle for that human to even kill him,,

I felt for the reader so much in this chapter, she's so baby and I just want to hug her /but I'm happy neteyam is there to do exactly that 🥴)

His arms opened instinctively, inviting her into an embrace, and the force with which her body collided with his threatened to knock him off balance. Her face pressed tightly against his chest, arms wrapped around his back, pressing on all of the wounds she was treating just a few moments ago, hurting him but he paid it no mind.

HE IS SOOOOOO- 💞😩💘😭✨

"I know," she sniffled, "But I wasn't -" another sniffle interrupted her words, "I'm sorry if it causes you any trouble." "Y/N, I don't care about any of that," he assured her, his voice gentle, soothing like cool water against weary muscles.

he's a man. he is THE man. I love love how he's there for her, and so understanding, and so reassuring, and just himmmm

"Look at me," he insisted, gently lifting her chin with a finger, "You have every right to grieve for someone you loved. Nothing else matters."

I AM LOOKING SIR I AM LOOKING 😩😩😩 (you write him so well, and the dialogue is mwah 😘🤌🏼)

Neteyam became everything that she craved

well girl it was time that you finally realized!! also same. this sentence alone describes the whole fandom; I swear this could be in a documentary narrated by morgan freeman.

"I... I couldn't stay away," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I saw the light and... I wanted to see what you were doing." Y/N clutched the half-finished necklace, hiding it from his view with a hurry. A small pout settled on her face from his sudden curiosity.  “It’s not done, stop looking,” she ordered protectively. “Is it for me?” Neteyam couldn’t resist the prying.

this is melting my heart!! (but in a perfect, tooth rooting sweet way) I had to smile through the whole interaction.

"I'm just nervous," she confessed softly, her hand falling back into her lap. “You are?” “Of course, aren’t you?” “Are you kidding me? I haven’t slept in a week!” Neteyam chuckled with relief.

another great passage that made me all giddy inside, they are sooo cute together, and I love how open they are with each other now (thanks kaye for dying I guess)

what I loved as well is the whole dramatic "I had a dream you'd die, please don't go" - "it was just a dream babygirl, I promise nothing will happen to me" dilemma,,, giiiiirl I'm telling you I was afraid for a second that something would happen to neteyam (thank you that he's back all healthy and alive)

“You refused to believe Tsahik’s vision from Eywa about you and Neteyam but you think a silly nightmare you had is a warning?”

AHSGDCHAGSBHJSVHJ I LOVE HER

awwwwww this chapter was beautiful (although I felt the angst ngl) the dialogues, the whole family dynamics, just neteyam and the reader *sighs dreamily* I couldn't wish for more 💞 (btw, the necklace symbolism was lovely, first neteyam's dreams/vision and then tuk gifting it to the reader in reality, it's a sign, ladies and gentlemen)

I can't wait to read the next chapter, but I am also sad because it's going to be the last one :((

Chosen by Eywa - New Beginnings - Chapter 5

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contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers, slow burn

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a/n: see? i promised two chapters within a week and i'm delivering!!! also the next chapter is going to be the finale and i'm so bummed out about it. i feel very connected to this story and planning it from the beginning had brought me lots of peace

For a while, Y/N remained frozen, watching from a distance as the Na’vi surrounded the motionless body of her former love. Neteyam, who felt sick to his stomach just from the mere sight of Kaye, anxiously observed Y/N, waiting for something to happen, though he wasn’t sure what exactly to expect. Any kind of reaction instilled a sense of dread within him; would she ever be able to move on from that? 

Jake had no time to recount the entire situation over the wired comms device. As the Olo’eyktan, he had to explain everything in a hurry to Neteyam, while also soaring through the territory in case anyone else defied the curfew and needed to be protected. But Jake’s voice gave it away - the worry, the guilt he had carried as the chief for such a pointless death. Kaye, who had lost his tracking device earlier, during the surveillance, and had been instructed to just abandon it, opted for sneaking after the curfew and searching for it. Joined by a friend, they landed within the area and continued their search on foot, when a single bullet suddenly found its mark beneath Kaye’s ribcage, tearing right through his left lung. The devilish human, a vile being who had no business lurking the land this late, and who had possessed neither the size nor the strength to bring down a Na’vi, somehow managed a victory. One that he’d boast about to his comrades later. By the time Kaye was hoisted onto the back of his friend's ikran and flown back to camp, it was already too late.

The surrounding Na'vi watched in horror as he drew his final breath, and then he was gone. It shattered Y/N. Her frozen composure suddenly moved, then a loud cry, as if she was in physical pain. A cry that had been suppressed for countless years, ingrained deep within her throat since the tragic day her parents were taken from her. Like an overwhelmingly big wave, desperation, remorse and guilt threatened her with loneliness she could no longer bear. 

The Na'vi pressed closer to Kaye, shielding him from her view, but she surged forward to close that distance. It was as if she believed she could somehow resurrect him, breathe life back into his still form. It was strange and peculiar — how could a woman, bound to another man, suddenly mourn so passionately for a stranger? 

Sobbing, she drew nearer, but hands, one after another, pushed her away from Kaye. Encountered with resistance and hushed pleas to calm down, Y/N only grew more desperate to reach him. Neteyam trailed closely behind her, but refrained from restraining her. Y/N was giving a piece of herself that she had kept closed off for years, as she crumbled before the entire clan. But he could only wait for her to reach for him when she was ready.

Yäyä’s cry was what pierced through the atmosphere then, bringing the crowd to a stillness. Having performed the sacred bond with Kaye and falling for him, his death felt like a nightmare. A nightmare she’d likely have after Kaye’s small but reckless rebellions, fueled by the desire to resist his parents' authority sometimes. As people stepped away, some not quick enough and pushed aside by her determined shoves, Yäyä pressed forward to make her way to her mate.

Through the haze, Y/N watched the unraveling scene and then it suddenly hit her like a thunderbolt. It should have been her, not Yäyä. To be bearing the weight of the loss, to forge a connection with Kaye, then ultimately release him back into the embrace of the Great Mother. Tears blurred Y/N's vision as she watched the poor girl kneel beside her beloved's lifeless body, hunching over him as if she was shielding him from the prying gazes of others.

Neteyam gulped down nervously, his hand reaching out to gently grasp Y/N's upper arm. His touch was delicate, so light that she barely registered it. Y/N turned her gaze towards him, her brows furrowing in a pitiful expression, and in that moment he thought he could hear his heart drop at the sight.

“Neteyam,” she whispered weakly, unsure of what exactly she was asking of him, but he understood anyway.

His arms opened instinctively, inviting her into an embrace, and the force with which her body collided with his threatened to knock him off balance. Her face pressed tightly against his chest, arms wrapped around his back, pressing on all of the wounds she was treating just a few moments ago, hurting him but he paid it no mind. She sobbed against him, and with every breath she took, he cradled her head gently, drawing her closer. Y/N’s words came in a blur, and he couldn’t understand what she was trying to tell him, but before he could even ask, Kiri appeared next to them, her hands resting on Y/N's back.

“Y/N, let’s get away from here, yeah?”

Kiri and Neteyam shared a knowing look, and he nodded in agreement. Slowly, he began to step back, gently guiding Y/N with him, never releasing his hold on her. Almost instinctively, Y/N's feet followed the movements of his body, as if they were entrained to his every step. 

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The remainder of the night passed by in a blur. Y/N had barely come to terms with the fact that the man she had once loved was now gone. No matter how much she regretted being with him, being his, no matter how much she hated him, nothing could have outweighed the immense pain she felt at his loss. Even though he had never truly been hers to begin with. The haunting image of Yäyä, broken and fragile, crumbling under the weight of grief, sent shivers down her spine.

Neteyam, who had brought Y/N back home with Kiri, now found himself alone with her. Kiri had promised to check on them later, as her assistance was required with the preparations for the upcoming funeral. Sitting on the ground, Y/N’s back leaned into his chest, the position that would have been awkward in any other circumstance, but now provided a sense of comfort. Y/N was no longer crying, and though Neteyam couldn’t see her face, he could guess that she had calmed down.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, turning her face to meet his gaze. He furrowed his brows in response, his eyes tracing the trails of dried tears on her cheeks.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"I must have caused a scene…" Y/N's voice hitched, her gaze shifting downward as she fidgeted in her seat, "I didn't mean to... to... I'm not his mate... I mean, I just... and right next to Yäyä... I had no right to..."

"The right to grieve?" Neteyam completed her thought, his frown deepening. "Y/N, you have every right to feel pain. You were in love with him."

"I know," she sniffled, "But I wasn't -" another sniffle interrupted her words, "I'm sorry if it causes you any trouble."

"Y/N, I don't care about any of that," he assured her, his voice gentle, soothing like cool water against weary muscles.

Y/N shook her head, still refusing to meet his gaze. Now that the situation had settled in and she reflected on her actions, she had realized that she took away from the secrecy of their relationship with Kaye. And along with it, she made a cut in Neteyam’s carefully crafted image. Made space for the clan to speculate.

"Look at me," he insisted, gently lifting her chin with a finger, "You have every right to grieve for someone you loved. Nothing else matters."

She nodded weakly, her hand wrapping around his wrist in silent gratitude. Neteyam's eyes roamed across her face, searching for something he couldn't quite articulate. He gulped.

“We are a team, remember? Whether we like it or not, you can rely on me.”

And so, Neteyam stayed by her side throughout the night. He dozed off from time to time, only to awaken and check if she was still peaceful in his embrace. Neteyam wondered if she was truly comfortable in that position. He tried shifting his weight every now and then, attempting to create more space for her, but she’d only grumble in dissatisfaction and cling tighter to his chest.

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The loss of Kaye, this time both literal and physical, was more dull rather than acute. Days seemed to stretch on endlessly, each one feeling like a month, and it was only at nights when Y/N felt just a little like herself. Neteyam became her guardian, shielding her fragile bubble from any disruptions, not tolerating even his grandmother, who sought to push Y/N back into her duties. He understood that she needed her time, and he was ready to give her as much as she required, becoming the only consonant in her routine. His heart swelled with a clinging torturous protectiveness towards her that he embraced without hesitation.

Eventually, though it still seemed too soon, Y/N returned back to her duties. The lessons she had missed were especially hard, but she only encouraged the challenge because it helped her take her mind off things. But what distracted her even more, an undeniable part of her recovery, was the man she was promised to. As if Neteyam had effortlessly woven himself into her thoughts, his scent lingered in her home, his gaze on her was so warm, it surpassed the brilliance of a thousand suns. Slowly, but surely, somethin started to bloom inside of her that felt beyond gratitude and loyalty towards him. 

Now more often than out of obligation, their paths continued to intersect, with Neteyam seeking her out in between his breaks under the reasoning of checking on her. Small activities they shared nestled the dearest place in her heart, easing the scars left behind by Kaye's tragic passing. Like a balm for her wounds, Neteyam became everything that she craved.

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All that time, Neteyam feared that Kaye’s death would affect the fragile relationship he had with Y/N, thinking that she would drift further away under the weight of grief. But when she leaned on Neteyam instead, seeking comfort and finding strength in his support, he realized that maybe the roots of their bond had taken deeper than they ever saw coming. And if they survived this, then maybe they could face anything together.

But the newfound confidence quickly wavered with a single announcement. The fear of tying their lives together was mutual, seeped into both of their thoughts. They couldn’t deny the pull they felt for another but the weight of the ceremony, looming over them as an unknown abyss, was too heavy to sustain. 

“You two look like ghosts, what did grandmother say?” Kiri was eager to tease her brother and Y/N, once they walked out of Mo’at’s tent.

Y/N felt a knot form in her stomach at the question, glancing up at Neteyam next to her, who seemed equally anxious, chewing on his bottom lip. Was their bond strong enough to survive such timing? Kiri, tired of waiting, raised her eyebrows to urge them to speak.

“Tsahik has set the day for the ceremony,” Neteyam took a deep sigh before passing the news to his sister, "It will take place in ten days' time, during the next full moon."

“So soon?” Kiri questioned, glancing between her brother and Y/N.

“The bond between two mates is supposed to be sacred, and Eywa has deemed it the right time for our union,” Y/N repeated Mo’at’s words.

Neither of them protested. 

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“I can’t today,” Y/N forced an apologetic smile, “There's so much to prepare for the ceremony. I’m sure you’d -”

“I understand,” Neteyam nodded eagerly to convince her he really did, “I have preparations to make as well.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief, the interaction had been repeated a few times already over the course of the past few days, ever since Mo’at had declared the date for the blessing of their union as mates. Neteyam backed out of the healing tent with a sheepish smile, but his mind was a mess. He couldn’t understand why she suddenly made him so nervous? The weight of the approaching ceremony fueled his unease every time he saw her now.

To make the matters worse, the vision from his Dream Hunt relentlessly invaded his dreams every night. There she was, the graceful and strong woman standing beside him, holding his hand, haunting his subconscious that was already stirred with the events in his life. The unusually long necklace, adorned with blue feathers and layered twice, hung from her neck, cascading down to her hips. But as his eyes tried tracing her face, it felt like the image of her slipped through his grasp like sand. No matter how hard he tried, her face remained a mystery. He would wake up in the middle of the night, the vision of this woman lingering in his mind, and he would desperately try to recapture the moments, hiding his face in between his knees and squeezing his eyes shut to go back. But his thoughts would invariably drift to his soon-to-be mate.

What was Y/N feeling? There was a whirlwind of emotions, bundled up from the loss, from the gain, from the upcoming unknown. But she wasn’t quite ready to face their depths. So she occupied herself with preparations for the ceremony earnestly, not out of her wish to become Neteyam’s, rather out of desperation to avoid him as much as she could. Seeing him made it all too real, too rushed, so instead she had declared herself to be busy for walks, for talks, for any kind of interaction that’d be long enough to give away her anxiousness. 

To choose and make the ceremonial special mixes, to weave her garments, to prepare a gift for her future mate - everything seemed to be more important, than spending time with Neteyam. But deep down, she was just scared. Of facing the guilt she carried for letting go of Kaye and having her heart beat for Neteyam now. 

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The night was draped in a blanket of darkness when Neteyam found himself standing outside Y/N’s home, the faint flicker of light from the inside drawing him closer. He hesitated for a moment before nearing the entrance. He wanted to respect this distance between them that she eagerly seeked out but it’s been too difficult. 

The sight of Y/N immediately took his breath away. Under the soft glow of the handmade fluorescent lamps, Y/N was hunching over a piece of unfinished jewelry, her fingers working swiftly, with far more ease than when she worked on mats. The piece resembled a traditional Omatikaya necklace but its intricacy suggested a higher rank than any of their clan members would typically wear. It was as if she had envisioned him wearing it one day, in his rightful place as the Olo'eyktan. Neteyam gulped nervously at the thought.

Y/N, sensing his presence, suddenly looked up from her work, eyes widening in surprise to find him standing there. It had been a while since they had been truly alone together, ever since the announcement of the ceremony.

“Neteyam?” her voice was quiet, “What are you doing here?”

Neteyam cleared his throat, his gaze lingering on the unfinished necklace for a moment.

"I... I couldn't stay away," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I saw the light and... I wanted to see what you were doing."

Y/N clutched the half-finished necklace, hiding it from his view with a hurry. A small pout settled on her face from his sudden curiosity. 

“It’s not done, stop looking,” she ordered protectively.

“Is it for me?” Neteyam couldn’t resist the prying.

He stepped further, sitting down in front of her and craning his neck to catch a glimpse of the piece she was masterfully hiding from him. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement at the childish behavior.

“Seriously, aren’t you going to show it to me?”

“No, it has to be a surprise,” she was a little irritated with his sternness. 

“Really?” he quirked an eyebrow with irony.

“Well, can I see your gift?” Y/N challenged him back.

“No, but -”

“Then I’m not showing you this. It’s not finished yet.”

He smirked, finding the whole banter just amusing and relaxing for the first time in days, but decided not to push it. Deciding to give her a little more space, he leaned back on his palms and watched with a glint in his eyes, as Y/N quickly gathered her supplies away, hiding the necklace as promptly as she could under her working table. 

“Why are you even awake at this hour?”

Her question caused him to falter. It really has slipped his mind to come up with an excuse to invade her space this late at night. 

“I guess… I wanted to check on you. We haven’t spoken in a while.”

“We spoke this morning.”

“No, not like that,” Neteyam shook his head, “I mean a real conversation.”

“Yeah, well… we have been busy, it’s not like…” Y/N trailed off guiltily. 

“Not like you were avoiding me?” 

“What? No!” she quickly withdrew from the accusation, though it was a truthful one.

“Come on, Y/N. I can see that you’re dreading to spend time with me. I know this timing for the ceremony is not ideal, but if we just push through this together, instead of doing it alone -” his words tumbled out of his mouth in a rush, but Y/N interrupted him, pressing a finger to his lips. His eyes widened, waiting for an explanation.

"I'm just nervous," she confessed softly, her hand falling back into her lap.

“You are?”

“Of course, aren’t you?”

“Are you kidding me? I haven’t slept in a week!” Neteyam chuckled with relief.

A soft smile stretched Y/N’s lips, and under the soft light, it almost seemed like Neteyam was glowing too, a bright orange warmth radiated from within his chest and spread out all the way to his cheeks. 

“I didn’t know that you had the ability to get nervous,” Y/N couldn't help but tease.

He gave her a lopsided smirk, almost as if he was annoyed but at the same time excited that the feeling of being wrapped up in her comfort had finally returned. 

"Even I can have flaws sometimes," he playfully retorted, earning a playful smack on his chest in response.

He caught her palm in his hand, gently placing it against his chest just above his ribcage, and both of their heartbeats picked up. Y/N looked up at him with tenderness, surprised by the intimate gesture, but it felt more profound than any moment she had ever shared with Kaye. The intensity in Neteyam's eyes mirrored her own emotions, as if he was pleading for something, anything from her. When his eyes fell to her lips, a blush warmed her cheeks, and Y/N cleared her throat. Quickly, Neteyam withdrew his hand, rising to his feet. The air in the room suddenly filled with a hint of awkwardness

"Well, I better go. I have to wake up early tomorrow," he hurriedly explained, "It's... um, a really important mission."

Y/N nodded with slight disappointment, not sure if it was aimed more at him or at herself.

“Good luck, Neteyam.”

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“Neteyam!” Y/N shouted, her eyes fluttering open.

With a ragged breath and cheeks wet from tears, she jumped off of her mat immediately, having just woken up from a vivid nightmare. Her heart pounded at the images of Neteyam going off the mission and never returning. This rotten feeling of something bad happening gripped her stomach, urging her to rush out of her home as soon as her feet could carry her.

It was already an early morning, sun just barely rising from behind the horizon, and Y/N feared she might have been too late. Her steps were fueled by desperation, as she finally made it to Sully's home, ignoring the cold morning air sending shivers down her skin. Before she could proceed further into the pod, Jake, who went unnoticed by the young woman, caught her attention.

“Are you okay, kid?” he raised his eyebrows in response to her flinch, clearly not expecting to be seeing him.

The Olo’eyktan was sitting on the ground, his back leaning against the wall, the strange sky people's weapons were laid out in front of him, as he was in the middle of checking every single one before the day ahead. Y/N only nodded, the reality of her actions just settling in, turning her cheeks dark blue from all the embarrassment crashing in. 

“Oel ngati kameie,” she quickly signed to him, bowing her head slightly, “Is Neteyam still home?”

Jake hummed with a slight confusion, still unsure of what the girl had been doing so early in the morning there, clearly distraught. But before he could voice out his response, Neteyam already walked out of the pod, with his mother right behind him. Y/N’s eyes quickly traced the similar weapons adorning both Na’vi, their war paint already on. She caught them just a moment before they were ready to leave, and drew in a small breath of relief.

“Oel ngati kameie,” she gestured quickly to Neytiri, her eyes darting between the woman and her son.

Both were surprised to see her there but the anxiousness plastered over Y/N’s face worried Neteyam. He greeted her back, silently asking for an explanation with his gaze. Just like Jake, Neytiri observed the exchange with a small frown.

“Y/N, is something wrong?” Neteyam urged her gently, his own voice haltering at the sudden fear of rejection.

He went home last night content with their mutual confessions, thinking that they had reached an understanding. But right then, as she stood before him like that, doubts started reappearing in his mind. What if she was there to tell him she wasn’t ready? That she regretted agreeing to the union?

“I have to speak with you right now,” Y/N requested with a stern voice.

“We don’t have time for that, kid,” Jake intervened, as he stood up from his seat, “Once Lo’ak is ready, we’re leaving for the mission.”

Y/N’s eyes darted pleadingly between the three Sully’s. Her hand reached out for Neteyam’s, clinging to him, as she glanced back at Jake, her voice breaking.

“It is very important, please.”

“Jake,” Neytiri finally chimed in, her tone empathetic, “Let them speak.”

The chief shook his head with slight irritation but complied with his mate’s wish anyway. His gaze softened once it landed on their intertwined hands.

“Alright, but only for a minute. I’m serious, Neteyam.” 

“Yes, sir.”

Quickly, Y/N nodded in gratitude to the Olo’eyktan, as she led Neteyam slightly away from them, enough to feel safe in her confession. Her eyes were already tearing up, and she wasn’t really sure why, but Neteyam tensed up immediately, preparing himself to take whatever she was going to throw at him.

"Neteyam, you can't go on this mission. I had a dream, and... you never came back from it. You can't go now," she began to babble, her words rushed and jumbled together.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” he frowned, barely managing to get anything out of what she said.

"I saw you in my dream! You got shot and fell from your ikran during the mission. I lost you," she choked, her eyes welling up with tears once again. "Please, you have to listen to me."

“Y/N, I can’t miss out on this mission. It is too important,” Neteyam stepped closer, his voice reassuring her with his gentle tone, “You just had a nightmare. It wasn’t real.”

“I can’t lose you too,” a tear streamed down her cheek.

As the first rays of sunrise painted the sky, Neteyam's heart swelled with a love as vast as the forests of Pandora. The sight of her, standing there with tear-filled eyes, pleading for him to stay, stirred something deep within him. He could feel the roots of their connection grow stronger, intertwining with his every fiber. With a tender touch, he wiped her cheek with his palm, then tucked the hair behind her ear. 

“I will be safe, I promise.”

“I can’t let you go.”

“My child,” Neytiri's voice broke the moment, drawing their attention.

Y/N hastily wiped away her eyes, aware that Neytiri had likely overheard their conversation. In the past days, most of Y/N’s time was spent on the preparations, occupying herself with endless options for things that were not as important as just her being ready mentally. But the pressure of perfection weighed even heavier on Y/N under Neytiri's watchful presence. As a Na'vi deeply rooted in tradition and loyalty to their home, Neytiri's opinion held great significance. Y/N couldn't help but feel a nervousness, fearing that her choices would be met with disapproval. Though she didn’t know that Neytiri’s attentiveness was only fueled by the intention of seeking out signs that Y/N and her eldest son were finally growing closer. Now seeing the way Y/N teared up at the mere thought of Neteyam getting hurt had finally satisfied that curiosity. 

“Do not worry about Neteyam, he is a skilled warrior, and he will be safe,” she stepped closer to Y/N, hand reaching out to softly pat her back.

“But the dream -”

“It is only a bad dream,” Neytiri interrupted the small protest, “Kiri has told me about how busy and restless you have been recently. Perhaps even nervous about the nearing of the ceremony? That must have affected your mood.”

Y/N nodded hesitantly at the inquiry. Neytiri offered her an understanding smile.

“You worry too much,” she concluded, “Stay with the girls today. They’ll help you with distractions.”

“Especially Tuk,” Neteyam chimed in with a reassuring smile, “She has been dying to spend time with you anyway.”

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“I made you a necklace!” Tuk's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she jumped up from the ground, eager to present her masterpiece she had been crafting for the past days under the guidance of her mother. 

“Oh, Tuk, you didn’t have to!” Y/N leaned back, a gentle smile gracing her lips, as she observed the young girl.

"She's been eager to welcome you into the family, so," Kiri replied with a smirk, taking a seat next to Y/N, "She even convinced Lo'ak to find these blue feathers for her."

“Hey, don’t spoil it!”

Y/N chuckled at the distraction, but as she waited for Tuk to retreat the necklace, her thoughts drifted back to Neteyam. The Sully’s tent was already filled with darkness, it was way past the sunset and the war party still hasn’t returned from their mission. Y/N sat up straight, her posture tensing up at the thoughts, trying to steady her nervous breaths. The chaos that unfolded from Tuk’s search for the gift somehow brought that panic back into her. Kiri observed her friend with curiosity.

To Kiri, Y/N changed drastically in the past months. The way she carried herself, how she slowly grew more accustomed to the idea of being in an arranged union with Neteyam, her active involvement in the preparations. She seemed like a changed person, better, stronger. And though at first Kiri had written it off as being an aftermath of distracting herself from Kaye’s death, now seeing how anxious Y/N was turning with every minute as she glanced towards the door, it was evident that it was rather the effect of her older brother.

“They’ll be back soon, don’t worry.”

“Hm?” Y/N turned to face her, “It is so late though…”

“But the mission was kind of big and dangerous and they had to be extra careful?” Kiri quirked her eyebrow, a slight irony registering in her voice, “Trust me, they have done this a thousand times. Dad and mom won’t let anything bad happen.”

“Of course, I do not question your parents’ bravery and skill, it is just,” Y/N took a deep sigh, “This dream really messed me up.”

“You refused to believe Tsahik’s vision from Eywa about you and Neteyam but you think a silly nightmare you had is a warning?”

“No,” Y/N blushed deeply at the mention of the vision, then casted her gaze downwards, “I do believe Tsahik now.”

The very idea that Y/N had strongly opposed was now tinged with an unexpected delight. The thought of the Great Mother orchestrating the entire situation to bring her and Neteyam closer together sent such a pleasant shiver down her spine. Thankfully, before Kiri could tease her about the open admittance, Tuk interrupted, kneeling in front of them and placing a string of beads and blue feathers in Y/N's lap.

“Here! Lo’ak said it will be too long but you’re tall, right?” Tuk’s eyes twinkled with excitement.

Y/N couldn't suppress a snort of amusement, grateful for the momentary distraction. She let Tuk place the necklace around her neck in two layers, even though it was still overly long and disproportionate for an adult Na'vi. As Y/N stood up, the feathery necklace cascaded down to her hip bone. But it was surprisingly complimenting her tall frame.

"Well, Tuk, what do you think?" Y/N attempted a half-hearted twirl, earning a genuine laughter from the little girl.

“That looks nice!” a male voice chimed in, and all eyes turned towards the entrance.

It was Jake, walking in with a knowing smile, already recognizing the handiwork of his youngest. Y/N's own smile faded instantly, her heart pounding in her chest as she anxiously scanned the room for a familiar face. One after the other, Neytiri and Lo'ak entered, carrying items, retreated from the mission, but the commotion of Tuk running to her parents and their concerned inquiries to Kiri began to fade into the background. Y/N's eyes locked onto the man she had been worrying about the entire day, and her knees were ready to give out at the mere sight of him.

Neteyam, visibly exhausted and weary, entered the room carrying the remaining weapons they had retrieved. When his eyes met Y/N's, they lit up with a sudden glow. Without hesitation, she leaped towards him, and though his arms were still occupied with unfamiliar items, she wrapped her own around his neck with a sigh of relief.

“Thank Eywa, you’re okay!” Y/N tightened her grasp, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Neteyam, taken aback by the sudden affection, took a brief moment to set aside the items he was carrying and hugged her back. A toothy joyful grin quickly made its way to his face.

"I'm more than okay," he chuckled, his heart melting from the warmth. He almost didn’t even notice the way his family watched the whole interaction with teasing smiles. 

He rolled his eyes at his father, who gave him an approving nod, but couldn’t ignore the way his heart raced in sync with Y/N’s. The lines of worry and exhaustion that had been etched onto his face throughout the heavy mission began to fade away within the comfort of her arms.

“So grandmother was right,” Lo’ak mumbled with sarcasm, though the nature of Y/N’s and Neteyam’s relationship had been predicted by the whole family since a few weeks ago.

“They like each other, right, mom?” Tuk's voice echoed loudly through the room, pulling Neteyam and Y/N back to the present moment. Neytiri, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and affection, nodded in response to her daughter's question.

Y/N quickly unwrapped herself from Neteyam, an awkwardness finding a way into the air. She gave him a sheepish apologetic smile but his gentle smile in return sent a pleasant warmth to her cheeks. Hastily, she averted her eyes, settling them on the family. 

“Come on, let’s give them some privacy guys,” Jake pretended to be serious about it, but not even he could hide the excitement in his own tone, “We’ll go to Tsahik for a check-up and will be back soon.”

Like toddlers, one after the other, Neytiri rushed her kids out. But all of them still kept those teasing, mischievous expressions on their faces. Even Lo’ak, who had barely shown any interest in the arrangement since its beginning, dealing with his own difficulties with his parents, couldn’t help but snicker at his brother, knowing exactly what he was going to joke about later, when they were alone. On his way out, Jake gave them a final nod.

“Y/N, you’re staying with us tonight, right?”

Awkwardly, she could only nod back.

Once the tent was empty, Y/N took a moment before finally turning around to face Neteyam. He still had that soft look on his face that made it dawn upon her how much she missed him. And that maybe she loved him? 

Simultaneously, Neteyam’s eyes traced her face, then the blue caught his attention and as he took in the obnoxiously long necklace around her neck adorned with big blue feathers, his breath got stuck in his throat. 

“Is that yours?” he asked suddenly.

“Oh, yeah, Tuk gave it to me,” she answered a little confused.

The vision from his Dream Hunt suddenly felt complete - the tall beautiful woman standing next to him, a long necklace hanging low from her neck. It was supposed to be Y/N! The woman he had been obsessed with the idea of, that Eywa herself had chosen for him, wasn't just a mere concept of a destined mate; it was Y/N, standing right beside him.

a/n: pls ignore if this is poorly written, i didn't spend enough time on proofreading this, so?? anyway, prepare for more fluff for the finale :)

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[simp4ace]

Not me rushing in for the last slot🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

May I request the prompt "The world just...feels right. When I'm with you."? Hehe

Kaye hiii!!! omg I'm so so so sorry it took me forever to write for you...I bet you must have forgotten about it now😭😭😭anyway, I've come up with something quite sweet, I think...and I hope you'll enjoy it just like I do ahh🥺 And thank you very much for rushing in hahaha you came just in time for the last slot😂💕

❤Loving Portgas D. Ace❤

Day 7: "The world just...feels right, when I'm with you."

summary: In the same way that the clouds never leave the sky and the rivers always find their way back to the sea, being with you it's just as natural. It's just right.

wc: 876

What does a warm summer night at the GrandLine offer you?

Does it come with gentle breezes that traverse the blue tides, carrying the salty scent of the ocean high up to the moon? Does it bring along an endless galaxy, with its twinkling stars stretching out forever until they kiss the distant skyline? Or does it accompany you to many lively parties held by the most notorious pirate crews ever? The answer is all of the above.

Raucous laughter and off-tune music ring across the crashing waves, and in the soft light of thousand of asterisms, one can catch sight of a great pirate ship - with a giant whale at its bow - swaying gently to the rhythm of the Mother Sea. The air around it seems to blaze up by the lights from hundreds of lanterns hanging around the hull and the joyous sound of the banquet. It's true they say that no one knows how to party quite like the pirates, and it is the Whitebeard pirate we're talking about.

However, the surrounding rackets don't seem to reach one corner of the ship, where seat two figures side by side, silently as if they had hidden into their own bubble.

You are sound asleep, your head resting against the barrel next by, an empty bottle in your hand. Ace settles his head on his folded arms, knees tucking into his chin as he adjusts the position a little to have a better look at you. A low, loving chuckle escapes him when he sees the ghost of a smile appearing on your lips. Ace wonders what kind of dream you are having that could paint happiness all over your sleeping face like this. Could it be him whom you meet in those fluffy dreams of yours? You once told Ace that he brings color to your life, and that he's the sweetest pleasure that had happened to you, and to be honest, the freckled man is still so surprised by those statements, even until now. No one has ever told him he's their happiness nor that he made them happy. Yet, tenderness still washes over every corner of his soul as he recalls your words.

Reaching out to tuck the loose tendrils behind your ears, Ace feels his heart softens when you stir slightly at his touch. You let out a soft mmhh, turning your face his way, making it easier for the fire fist to study your sleeping expression. Moonlight kisses your hair, and Ace marvels at how wonderful you look at this very moment. Of course, you're always gorgeous - you must be the most beautiful human being to ever walk on Earth to Ace - but there's something so special, so magical tonight. Is that the magic that lies under your wine-red cheeks? Or is it perching on the eyelashes that flutter with each breath of yours? Ace doesn't know.

His hand slowly moves from behind your ears to cup the side of your face, rough fingers brushing your soft cheek gently, as if he were touching something so delicate, so vulnerable. And Ace doesn't know, indeed. He doesn't know why or how he become this version of himself - this soft, humble, and caring person who somehow manages to steal your affection. The freckled wants to say that he has always been like that, but he wasn't.

He had never been.

Pushing people away, building walls around himself, that who he had always been; even with Luffy - undoubtedly the most important person in his life - it had taken him forever to warm up.

But with you, it's different.

With you, it just feels so ... right. It just feels right to treat you kindly and sweetly, as if it would be unseemly if you get treated any other way. And it just feels right to let you in, to fit you into his life; like the final piece to the puzzle, you complement him, making him whole. Loving you is the easiest thing Ace has ever done, and he has done it from the very moment he met you, without any additional effort. In the same way that the clouds never leave the sky and the rivers always find their way back to the sea, being with you it's just as natural. It's just right.

You nuzzle into the warmth of his palms, and Ace almost melts at how adorable your little gesture is. Tenderly, the fire boy cradles your head to his shoulder; your scent mixes with the smell of alcohol drives him a little dizzy. His fingers dance along, skirting down the arms that lean against his so warmly until he finds your hand. Your fingers lace together perfectly as if they meant to belong to each other, and Ace can't help but smile at the thought.

"You know, the world just...feels right," Ace whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, "when I'm with you..."

A warm breeze blows through, carrying the music from the party to your place, but none of you can hear it anymore. Both of you have drifted into unconsciousness, holding to each other's hands dearly as if it's your whole little world.

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day 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, extra, 6

[annieisyourfavourite]

You are the regrowth of a forest after a flood. Yes, the flood was destructive and devastating, but new seeds have been scattered, new foliage has grown, new rings have been added to the trees, the birds sing, and insects thrive. You are the regrowth of a forest after a flood.

asdfghjkl KAYE 💕😭💕

[wonysugar]

the way the poll is actually saying you should write poonani as a silly joke 😭😭😭 good luck sugar-

i will literally cry myself to sleep kaye GODDD😭😭i’m thinking of implementing it into my sunoo fic but i know it’s going to bring me immense pain💕we’ll see

[lanasblood]

tell me why neteyam’s awkwardness brings joy to me 🤭 he's cute whatever he does, my lil golden boy 😍

“Well, let’s see…” Neteyam bit back a smile, pretending to be thinking about his answer, “I have a grandmother for Tsahik, my mother used to be the tsakarem, now my sister is a tsakarem,” he paused, hesitating to add, “And my destined mate is training under the guidance of the Tsahik. So, I think I’m in good hands.”

that was sooo smooth, I would've instantly fallen for him if I weren't already head over heels ✨

“Because I can’t leave my destined mate unattended, can I?” [...] “You’re teasing,” he breathed out with relief, “Oh… good.”

I know I said this before, but you are such an amazing writer!!! these dialogues once again show that. it's just too good.(and I love how witty the reader is here) dialogues are definitely your thing!! 😍💘

He immediately lowered his ears in a gesture of submission to the future Olo’eyktan.

that's right, obey the king… neteyam is so alpha (everyone knows) and so so so hot when he's angry (or just when he breaths)

I seriously don't know what to make of the kaye situation. I can't believe the audacity he has to ask neteyam to talk to her. like, dude, did you even THINK for a second who you're asking and what it means? he gave me the ick in that scene. but regardless, he better not die, becuase first, the reader needs to experience that same ick I felt, then she can gradually move on and forget about him. only then, if he really wants to, he may die or whatever. but not now, when things are starting to improve for my cutie favorite couple. if he dies now, she will never be able to forget him or her love for him and things will get sooo complicated ahhhh damn it 😫😫😫

another incredible chapter!! I love how they're getting more comfortable with each other. cannot wait for more (and can't believe that only two chapters are left whattt) 😭💕

Chosen by Eywa - Crossing the Bridge - Chapter 4

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contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers, slow burn

wc: 4.2k

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a/n: i know i haven't updated in two weeks, but it was only due to the circumstances. like i promised, i will have another chapter out during the week, bc i'm so happy that i got my visa and went to my concert, so stay stuned, babies. i hope you still like this series and will keep reading T.T

It was awkward. The way Neteyam stood in front of the tent, hesitating to walk in to avoid drawing the attention of the other healers. Awkward, how he had to shift his weight from one foot to the other every few minutes because everyone, except her, had caught sight of the future Olo'eyktan at some point. And it took Kiri to finally shove her so forcefully to look up from her task, that Y/N almost fell face first onto the ground.

The whole intention of spending time together away from the High Camp was to avoid the attention and the murmurs of the villagers about them. More importantly, to avoid running into Kaye and his new mate. But the moment their ikrans touched down in the forest, far away from the prying eyes, the pressure of performing got replaced with an uncomfortable tension. And neither Y/N nor Neteyam knew how to close that gap between them. How come weaving mats in a healing tent seemed to be easier and less stressful than taking a stroll in the lush forest of Pandora?

“Say something, show her the real Neteyam,” Neteyam muttered to himself, trailing awkwardly behind Y/N.

She, immersed in her own thoughts, walked ahead without a clear direction, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her loincloth. Neteyam desperately tried searching for an opening to deliver, and took a few larger strides not to fall behind too far.

“So… how was your day?” he finally mustered the courage to ask.

Y/N paused in her tracks, glancing back at him with a small frown, as if she couldn’t quite make out the words he said. Neteyam stopped walking too, waiting for a response.

“The usual. Lessons,” her voice lacked any enthusiasm that could have encouraged him to go on. 

“Good,” Neteyam nodded, trying to offer something else in return, “I’ve had training today.”

“How was it?” 

“The usual,” he repeated Y/N’s words with an ironic snicker, recalling his morning, “It’s either getting beaten up by your fake opponents, or by the actual bad guys. Today was the pretend one.”

He shrugged to complete his explanation, something that he had borrowed from his brother whenever he made a joke, as if to give his words a humorous meaning. And though they were quite ghastly, it coaxed a small chuckle out of Y/N. Neteyam’s ears twitched at the sound with a flicker of delightful surprise. He made her smile.

“Well, you look alright for someone who got beaten up,” Y/N gestured at his woundless body, her canines peeking out.

“I’d have to turn that compliment down, since I didn’t get beaten up today,” Neteyam smirked, “You should have seen the other guy.”

“Oh, is that so? That’s always the case with you?”

“No, I get beaten up too sometimes… though not as often,” he shrugged again, this time releasing the pressure of performing, as he admitted to a vulnerability that most warriors wouldn’t, “And even when I do, I don’t worry about that stuff.”

“Why not?” Y/N’s ears perked up in curiosity.

“Well, let’s see…” Neteyam bit back a smile, pretending to be thinking about his answer, “I have a grandmother for Tsahik, my mother used to be the tsakarem, now my sister is a tsakarem,” he paused, hesitating to add, “And my destined mate is training under the guidance of the Tsahik. So, I think I’m in good hands.”

“Right,” Y/N snorted at the comment, and for a moment Neteyam thought that he might have crossed the line his father kept telling him about, but once she turned away from him to continue walking, he noticed a ghost of a smile on her lips, and that was enough of a confirmation to send his heart into a rapid beat.

Neteyam wasn’t even sure why the reaction made him suddenly giddy but it felt like a small victory he could showcase, if his family expresses any interest in his progress with Y/N. And as he continued to trail behind her, though they mostly remained in silence, the atmosphere seemed to ease.

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“It’s okay, Y/N, let’s switch,” Kiri’s tight grip on Y/N’s arm brought her back into reality.

Y/N stood awkwardly a few steps away from the two warriors in front of her - one, who looked at her with guilt but still some lingering warmth in his eyes, and the other - who studied her earnestly, looking for any signs of discomfort, as if he could make them vanish. Kiri, who was only a moment ago treating her brother, was quick to read the situation and attempted her best to resolve it. Everything just unraveled so fast, the way the group of warriors stumbled into the tent for the first time in days, seemingly wounded after an encounter with the sky people. 

Since they were practically regulars at the tent, each warrior was used to being treated by the same one or two healers, and everyone found their places right away. Kiri too, without a second thought, was immediately grabbing her older brother and getting to work. Which left Y/N standing in front of Kaye, according to the unspoken habit that had developed over the past months. Kaye had a gash across his chest that needed close inspection, but Y/N couldn’t really move, as if her feet were suddenly glued to the ground, weighed down. 

Neteyam, of course, watched the scene unravel before him, but he couldn’t do much but just contain himself from making a bigger deal out of it for the whole tent to see. His eyes darted around the room, searching for his grandmother, who perhaps could help Kaye instead, but Mo’at was already busy with placing stitches on another warrior’s thigh, and it would take a while before she would be free.

“It’s alright, I can wait for somebody else to -” Kaye cleared his throat, raising his palms in the air, as if to prevent the switch up, but Kiri simply ignored him, already nudging Y/N to the side.

“That looks bad, you need to take care of it,” Neteyam gestured at Kaye’s chest with much discontent, as if acknowledging the truth made him cringe.

Defeated, Kaye stopped disagreeing, the sting of the wound was only getting more painful when he spoke, and to be quite honest, he couldn’t wait. Y/N’s expression remained stone cold, as she watched Kiri lead Kaye to the other side of the tent. Neteyam pressed his lips into a thin line, watching them two, his irritation finally starting to seep away, the farther they got. He was almost caught off guard, when he felt a pair of cold hands against his skin.

Y/N silently kneeled in front of him, starting to treat the small scraps over his arms and shoulders. Her expression was unwavering, as if nothing had happened, and he wondered what she was really thinking about. Was this the first time she saw Kaye after their fight?

“Stop staring,” Y/N mumbled, without looking up at him, while her hands still worked their healing magic.

Neteyam shook his head to deny her request, and continued to watch her every move intently. Irritated, she hooked a finger under his chin and forcefully turned his head to the side, so that he was met with the tent wall. He chuckled weakly at the gesture but kept the new position.

“You can take a breather, you know? I’m not dying, I can wait,” he suggested.

Y/N paused to stare at the side of his face for a moment, giving him a false sense of actually contemplating his offer. Of course, she was going to turn it down, there was no way she could’ve just walked out of the tent. The scolding she’d get from Mo’at wasn’t worth it.

“I can’t,” Y/N pretended to be unbothered, her hands continuing to work over his forearm, where a few smaller cuts were in need of a soothing balm.

“Why not? I won’t mind,” Neteyam turned his face again to look at her. 

“Because I can’t leave my destined mate unattended, can I?” Y/N's voice dripped with irony, and she couldn't resist stealing a quick glance at him, searching for a reaction.

Neteyam's frown deepened, caught off guard by the repetition of his own words. Was that a bad slip? Maybe she took what he said in a way where Neteyam only valued Y/N for her skills, rather than her as a person. Disappointed with himself, he shook his head and then gently covered her hands with his own, halting their movements.

"Y/N, I didn't mean it that way," Neteyam's voice was low, and he waited patiently for her to meet his gaze before continuing, "This... it doesn't matter. I was just kidding. Go on, and take a breather if you need one."

“I know, Neteyam, I was only teasing,” the corners of her mouth twitched in amusement.

For a fleeting moment, Y/N allowed herself to forget that the love of her life was sitting and watching her from across the room. It felt exhilarating to indulge in the playful banter, teasing Neteyam and pretending that they were a blissful couple, free from the weight of their responsibilities.

“You’re teasing,” he breathed out with relief, “Oh… good.”

“Yes,” she rolled her eyes, “And obviously I can’t just take a break right now. Your grandmother will kill me.”

As Y/N returned to tending his scrapes and cuts, Neteyam bit his cheek, thinking for a moment. A sudden surge of courage coursed through him, and he made a decision, quickly standing up and pulling her gently to her feet. His hand found hers, and the movement surely caught the attention of those around them but Neteyam only shrugged, his eyes on Y/N. She was confused, and she couldn't help but glance nervously at Kaye, who had been watching the whole interaction with unease. 

“Let’s go,” Neteyam’s thick-accented voice grabbed her attention once more, and without waiting for an answer, he was already walking out of the tent, leading her by the hand with him.

Y/N had little time to react, on the way out, her eyes caught a sight of Mo’at, who shook her head at the interruption and returned back to her task.

“Neteyam,” Y/N hissed embarrassed, but his grip on her, though gentle, remained unmoving.

“My grandmother won’t kill you, if I’m coming with you,” he explained, without even glancing back at her.

“You’re coming with me? Where?” Y/N’s nose scrunched up in confusion.

“Wherever you want.”

Neteyam was never one to protest the rules. Lo’ak liked to tease him about it and call him a “goody-two-shoes,” but Neteyam was too focused on excelling rather than getting offended by his brother’s weak insults. But he also never had enough motivation to disobey. Breaking the rules only brought trouble, and after careful consideration, Neteyam had never deemed it worthwhile. But here, now, as he led Y/N away from her responsibilities to offer her a moment of peace, he decided that it was for a good reason. That it wouldn’t matter if his grandmother got mad at them and he would take the blame anyway, since he initiated it. But if it meant that she didn’t have to keep working while her past lover gawked at her, then maybe it was worth it.

When they were finally away from the tent, Y/N stood right in front of him, their hands still intertwined. Despite trying to stare down at his much bigger frame with disapproval, there were traces of gratitude in her eyes. Her tail swished with excitement, thinking of how great it felt to abandon her day’s duties and just be left alone.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice carrying an earnest tone.

"No need to thank me," Neteyam squeezed her hand, "My mother always reminds me that those who care of others also deserve care in return. I tend to forget it at times, but she's right."

He tugged at her hand once more, his gaze already wandering off to somewhere else. Without hesitation, Y/N willingly trailed behind him along the narrow path that meandered through the Hallelujah Mountains. Neteyam's grasp on her hand remained firm all throughout, neither of them sure if it was to guide her safely or simply to reassure her with his presence.

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Walks with Neteyam had shifted from being an obligation to somewhat of an entertainment. They still didn’t speak much, finding peace in the quiet companionship, as they wandered through the forest, away from the eyes of the clan. In those moments, Y/N stopped feeling the pressure of pretending to be happy about her impending union with the future chief, while Neteyam was happy to reconnect with the forest. Since the relocation of the clan to the Hallelujah Mountains, his time in the forest was limited to missions or overseeing his siblings, never to revisiting his past and his roots.

And while to Y/N, this relationship had evolved into a strong foundation for friendship, Neteyam struggled with his growing protectiveness over her. It felt like she might crumble if he wasn't there to watch over, and the mere mention of her past could be her breaking point. These thoughts consumed Neteyam's restless mind, keeping him awake at night. Alongside with them, his frustration towards Kaye and the lack of respect, fueled his anger, as he delivered another forceful hit to his pretend opponent. Was it genuine protectiveness he harbored for Y/N, or was it simply his frustration with Kaye's behavior? Neteyam felt like a hypocrite. 

The future chief groaned in frustration, delivering another calculated strike, disarming his opponent, Kaye. But his anger and irritation were blinding, making Neteyam lose his focus, not necessarily in his movements but within the depths of his mind. He couldn’t stop the attacks. 

Kaye fell into his parents’ trap and mated with a woman of their choosing. Yet, he seemed content with their decision and he had no trouble leaving Y/N behind. Did he ever even love her, or was he simply leading her on all that time? Either way, Kaye had moved on, and Neteyam had to be the one who watched Y/N try to deal with the fact.

Another powerful shove, and Neteyam swiftly toppled his opponent, sending him sprawling onto his back. His spear was aimed threateningly, directly at the vulnerable spot beneath Kaye's throat. Kaye’s eyes widened in fear, as for a fleeting moment, it seemed like Neteyam might not stop. He immediately lowered his ears in a gesture of submission to the future Olo’eyktan.

“Neteyam, that’s enough,” Jake's voice cut through, jolting Neteyam back to reality.

With an almost aggressive shake of a head, as if trying to force away the nagging thoughts, Neteyam took a step back and lowered his spear. The fight was clearly over and he was the winner, but it barely even felt like a victory.

Neteyam exchanged a look with his father, who was confused with his son’s behavior. To Jake, Neteyam was one of his best warriors, always in control of his emotions and precise with his movements, and it was rare that he got to witness him being overtaken with anger. With a loud sigh, Neteyam still complied with the unspoken rule within the camp and extended his hand to his opponent to pull him to his feet.

Oblivious to the fact that the fight was twice as violent because Neteyam had developed a personal vendetta against him, or perhaps he only chose to be ignorant of it, Kaye offered a small, appreciative smile in response to the extended hand, accepting the help. He dusted off his back and thighs, and before Neteyam could sign a goodbye and leave, Kaye quickly moved to stand in his way.

“I need to talk to Y/N,” he announced, forcing Neteyam to stop in his tracks, “You must see her, right?”

Neteyam clenched his jaw, struggling to contain the anger that still hasn’t died down from the fight. Just when he started to get the things moving for himself and Y/N, just when it seemed like Kaye wouldn’t hurt her anymore, he was suddenly wanting to talk to her? She wouldn’t hide if she wanted to see Kaye, would she?

“I think it’s safe to say that she doesn’t want to talk to you,” Neteyam’s voice trembled slightly, “If I were you, I would have kept my distance. Just like you've grown accustomed to doing over the years.”

“Ouch, I guess I deserved that,” Kaye winced at the comment, “Listen, I am truly sorry for the way things turned out but I never meant to hurt her. I just want to apologize.”

Neteyam simply shook his head, indicating that the explanation fell short of convincing him. If Kaye wanted to speak to Y/N, it would only be on her terms, Neteyam certainly wasn’t going to take part in helping him.

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Y/N sat in front of the healing tent in silence, the small wrinkle in between her eyebrows was turning deeper within each passing minute. She was annoyed with Neteyam, who didn’t show up, but mostly she was annoyed with herself for still being there and waiting for him. Her lesson had ended long ago, their usual routine of going for a walk right after was simply abandoned, and Neteyam was nowhere to be found. She knew that he came home a few hours ago, when she heard the shouts of the warriors, and some even came in for a check-up at the tent. So, if he was safe, it puzzled her why he hadn't come. Did he seize an opportunity and forget to warn her not to wait? 

She shouldn’t be annoyed though. Wasn’t this exactly what she wished for? To spend less time with him, to be left alone. But it didn’t feel like a win at all, just a let-down. The times when Kaye would sometimes stand her up floated her mind with insecurity. Though it didn’t happen often, she got hurt deeply every time. No amount of apologies from Kaye could ever help her overcome the fear of him simply not showing up one day and giving up on her completely. 

Shaking her head, disappointed with herself for wasting time, she stood up, ready to leave. To her surprise, just as she rose, Neteyam appeared right in front of her.

"You waited," he uttered softly, a mix of confusion and gratitude in his voice.

“You made me wait,” she retorted, her irritation impossible to hide as her eyes bore into his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Neteyam raised his palms in the air, offering a defeat.

And that’s when Y/N noticed it. Before she could unleash the angry words she had rehearsed in her mind for the past hour, or fully grasp the tinge of pain in his voice, her eyes caught sight of something. A streak of red smeared across Neteyam's forearms, clumsily wiped but not enough to be completely rid of. Almost as if he tried taking care of it himself and failed miserably. Her amber eyes swiftly traced the path of the color, trailing from his ribcage and vanishing around his body, and without a word she circled him, to find his back, covered in awkwardly arranged leaves. She guessed that Neteyam had placed them himself, since some of the wounds were only partially covered, and there was dried off blood all over his skin.

“Neteyam, what the hell happened to you?” Y/N asked, her eyes turning bigger in shock. How long has he been in pain? Why didn’t he come to the healing tent and get it treated? Her mind was flooded with questions.

“It’s nothing,” he mumbled, turning around to face her, though his expression was painted with guilt, “Just a few scratches.”

“These are not just scratches, they look horrible,” Y/N gestured at him once more, “Why didn’t you come to your grandmother? You came home hours ago, no?”

Neteyam flinched at her words. They held the truth, but he didn't want to admit it. There was something embarrassing about getting that many wounds on his back. It meant he hadn't noticed the enemy behind him, which also signified his lack of attentiveness. But how could he pay attention when his whole reality was shifting around him? Neteyam took a step away from her, trying to force a small smile.

“Since you had to wait for so long, let’s go on that walk now, hm? I’ll try to make it up to you,” he tried nonchalantly.

But Y/N was quick to close the distance between him. She grasped his hand and without a word pulled him into the healing tent. Once inside, she gestured for Neteyam to take a seat on one of the rarely used old wooden chairs, thinking that being on her feet would be more convenient when treating his back.

“Seriously, I am okay, we can still go on that walk,” Neteyam tried to reason, but she was already hissing at him in annoyance to stop talking.

His ears lowered in defeat, which he desperately didn’t want to accept, but also secretly had craved. Because even though Neteyam was used to being the one taking care of others, it felt like a sun on his skin, knowing that somebody else was there for him. And he could tell she was mad just by the way she treated him with silence, but the anger was coming from a place of caring.

The wounds he bore were throbbing with pain, located in a difficult-to-reach place. Neteyam hadn't intended to be late; it simply took him longer than expected to dress his injuries. Yet, his heart fluttered with a mixture of relief and gratitude when he spotted Y/N still seated in front of the healing tent, patiently waiting for him. She could have easily left hours ago, so why did she choose to stay?

“You have a whole family of healers, why didn’t you just ask them for help? Why didn’t you ask me?” Y/N sighed.

Neteyam's ears twitched at the touch, a subtle response to the gentleness of her fingers on his back. Soon, the leaf bandages he had grown weary of were being carefully removed, and as she worked, a wave of empathy flowed through her, her tone turning into a softer, more understanding one.

“I know that there is some kind of pride that comes with being the Olo’eyktan’s son, and also this pressure of being perfect and never showing your vulnerabilities. But when you get hurt, Neteyam, none of it should matter.”

“I know, you’re right,” Neteyam admitted guiltily, hanging his head, “I just…”

Y/N tsksed at the incomplete explanation with discontent, taking off the last bandage. Now, fully exposed, Neteyam’s back was covered in multiple gashes arranged at sharp angles around his spine. Fortunately, they hadn't pierced deep enough to cause nerve damage, which meant that Neteyam was quick to react. A damp cloth grazed his skin as Y/N gently wiped away the brown stains of the dried off blood.

“Whether we like it or not, we are a team now,” she continued after a pause, “So you can rely on me.”

He nodded, even though he couldn't see her face. There was a sincerity in her words, something different from before. It didn't feel like mere obligation; it felt like she genuinely meant it, like she truly wanted him to rely on her.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

His earpiece suddenly crackled to life, interrupting the moment, and Neteyam immediately tensed up at the sound of his father’s worried voice. He sat up, and pressed a finger to his wired necklace, speaking into it.

“I am safe, dad, what happened?” Neteyam questioned.

Worried, and unable to hear Jake’s voice on the other end, Y/N quickly came in front of Neteyam, searching his face for clues of what was happening. The future Olo’eyktan seemed to grow more concerned, as he remained quiet to hear his father.

“What is it?” Y/N whispered impatiently, and then she felt it.

Y/N's stomach plummeted as she observed the transformation of Neteyam's expression. What was initially concern now gave way to a haunting mix of guilt and remorse. It was as if he carried the weight of something deeply troubling, something that was unfixable, probably too difficult to say out loud.

“How many of them?” Neteyam spoke again, his eyes still glued to Y/N’s, “And who exactly got shot?”

It felt like the world around her came to a stop, as in these seconds of waiting, Y/N had imagined hundreds of scenarios running through her head. And it could be anything, but the way Neteyam rose to his feet in a hurry, she feared that the worst one was coming to life.

“Is it him?” Y/N’s voice cracked, and Neteyam nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“It is Kaye.”

a/n: once again, i am so hopeful that people still care about this series, even though it took me two weeks to upload a new chapter. please let me know how you feel about this. i rushed with the proofreading, so i'm sorry if there are too many mistakes or repetitions

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