Sully family x eldest daughter reader
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The lecture had only just ended. The air still held the weight of itâsharp words, hard truths, the kind that lingered even after silence returned.
Neytiri sat there for a moment longer, watching her daughter.
The bandages. The bruising. The exhaustion she tried so hard to hide.
Then she sighedâdeep, tired, something in it unraveling just a little and reached out, pulling (Y/n)âs head gently into her lap. Her fingers moved through her daughterâs hair, slow, careful, brushing it back from her face, untangling it with quiet patience. âYou reckless girlâŚâ she murmured, her voice softer now, stripped of the edge it had carried moments before.
Her hand stilled briefly as her fingers traced along the scar at her daughterâs temple. âI fear for you.â
âI fear that one day⌠you will push your limits⌠your luck too farâŚâ
Her thumb brushed lightly over the scar again. âAnd I will not be able to save you.â
(Y/n) shifted slightly beneath her, breath catching faintly.
âDeathâŚâ Neytiri continued quietly, her voice tightening just a fraction, âis the one place I cannot come for you.â
âShhh,â Neytiri hushed her gently, her hand settling more firmly against her head. âListen to me.â
The words came slower now. âI have almost lost you too many times.â Her fingers threaded through her hair again, but there was a tremor there now. âYou have been in pain⌠and I have not always been there to carry you through it.â
Her jaw tightened slightly. âYour strength has carried you through many trialsâŚâ
ââŚbut I fear the day that strength may fail you.â
Her hand stilled again. âThat is what scares me.â
Neytiriâs other hand came down, resting lightly against her cheek, grounding her there. âI am your mother,â she said softly, her voice steadying despite the emotion beneath it. âYou are a piece of my heart⌠walking outside my body.â Her thumb brushed gently across her skin. âTo lose youâŚâ she exhaled slowly, ââŚwould be to lose a part of myself.â
âYou would break my heart.â Her hand came up, cupping her daughterâs face more fully now, her gaze softening. âI love you, ma yawntu,â she whispered. âMore than any standard I have set for you. More than any rule. More than any expectation.â Her voice dropped, firm despite the tremor. âI refuse to lose you.â
She leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her daughterâs forehead. âIt frightens me,â she admitted quietly, âevery time I must wrap you in bandages.â Her hand moved back through her hair again, slower now. âIt pains me⌠that you are hurt.â
âSo as angry as I may be⌠for your foolish and childish actionsâŚâ Her fingers tightened slightly in her hairâjust enough to be felt. âI will make sure you get better.â
(Y/n) nodded faintly beneath her. âI donât blame you, mama,â she murmured. âI think⌠a part of me knows you were worried.â
Neytiriâs hand stilled again. âNo, my heartâŚâ she said softly, shaking her head. âIt does not excuse how blind I have been to you.â Her hands trembled now. More noticeably. âNever again,â she whispered. âNever again.â She leaned down again, pressing another kiss to her forehead, lingering this time. âKnow this in your heart, daughterâŚâ she said, her voice steadying once more, grounding itself in certainty. âYou can burn the world downâŚâ Her hand brushed her cheek again. âAnd I will still love you.â
âBut as your mother⌠I will tend to you first. I will question youâŚâ Her thumb pressed lightly against her skin. âBut I will never condemn you.â
Her voice softenedâ ââŚnever again.â
(Y/n) exhaled quietly. âI canât ask that of you, mom.â
Neytiri shook her head gently, brushing her hair back once more. âYou are not asking.â Another kiss to her forehead. âI am telling you the truth.â Her gaze softened further. âThat no matter what you do⌠no matter how reckless⌠how questionableâŚâ Her hand settled against her cheek again. âI will always love you.â
A quiet moment passed between them. âNow rest,â Neytiri murmured, easing her head more comfortably into her lap. âI have things to prepare before dinner. I will come for you.â
(Y/n)âs eyes drifted shut. âLove you, mama.â
Neytiriâs lips curved faintly, brushing her forehead one last time. âAnd I love you⌠foolish daughter of mine.â
Ronal sat in silence beside her daughter.
She had not meant to watch. But her gaze had drifted anyway, caught on the quiet moment unfolding across the mauri.
Neytiriâs hands in her daughterâs hair. The softness in her voice.
The way (Y/n) had simply⌠melted into her.
It was a simple thing. A mother and her child.
And yetâ Ronal felt something twist deep in her chest as she looked back down at Siâriya.
Her daughter lay there, quieter than usual, the fire dulled by pain and exhaustion.
Ronalâs eyes dropped to it before she could stop herself.
To the absence. To the place where flesh had once been.
She could remember the blood. Too much blood.
Her hands slick with it. Her daughter slipping. Fading.
The moment where she had almostâ
Ronalâs breath caught. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, just for a second, forcing the memory back where it belonged.
Buried. Contained. Controlled.
âMom?â Siâriyaâs voice pulled her back.
Ronal opened her eyes again, steadying herself before she reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her daughterâs face.
Her touch was gentle. Careful.
Because if she spokeâ it might come out wrong.
Might betray too much of what she had just forced down. Her eyes flicked once more to her daughterâs arm. To what had been lost. To how close she had come to losing far more.
Her jaw tightened. She forced it away again. âIt is nothing, Siâriya,â she said at last, her voice even, controlled, betraying none of the storm beneath it.
A quiet breath followed. âRest here.â Her hand lingered for just a moment longer against her daughterâs temple before pulling back. âI must gather more herbs⌠for when the bruises worsen.â
But there was a flicker thereâ something unspoken. A quiet want for her to stay. It went unsaid.
for all her awarenessâ let it remain that way.
Because if she stayedâ she might look again. Might remember again. Might let that fear show.
So she rose instead. Steady. Composed.
Siâriya sat off to one side with Tsireya, their voices low, steady, the earlier chaos now reduced to murmured conversation.
Kiri and Neteyam stepped in, their eyes immediately finding her.
They crossed the space without hesitation.
Kiri moved first, slipping behind (Y/n) and settling down carefully, her hands gentle as she adjusted herself and (Y/n), without even looking, shifted with her, letting her head fall back into Kiriâs lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
âWhen will you learn,â Neteyam said, his voice low but edged with something tired, âthat fighting ends with you getting hurt?â
(Y/n) didnât open her eyes. âI donât do sitting by and watching my brothers in a four-on-two.â
There was no hesitation in it. No regret.
Across the room, Siâriya glanced over. ââŚsorry about that, by the way,â she added, voice carrying just enough. âIâll sort that out.â
(Y/n) huffed faintly. âThanks.â
âWhat started it?â she asked, cracking one eye open slightly.
Neteyam exhaled slowly. âThey called Kiri a freak.â
(Y/n) opened an eye, lifted her hand, brushing a loose strand of hair back from Kiriâs face, her fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. âYou doing okay, little sister?â
Kiri nodded faintly.nâItâs just words.â
(Y/n) didnât argue. Didnât push it. But something in her expression tightened anyway before she let her head settle back again.
âSiâriya,â she called, her voice carrying across the mauri.
âI hear,â Siâriya answered without looking away from Tsireya, âand on behalf of those idiots, I apologise.â
âThey shouldnât be throwing names aroundâŚâ
ââŚnot if they donât want fists thrown back at them.â
Kiri huffed softly, though there was no real heat in it.bâYou two seem to be on better terms.â
(Y/n) cracked a faint smirk. âYeah⌠you could say weâve come to an understanding.â
Siâriya snorted quietly. âGet along or be killed by our mothers.â
(Y/n) let out a quiet breath of amusement. âIâd rather play nice than deal with that.â
That earned a faint chuckle from Siâriya.
The tension that had filled the beach earlier was gone.
Or at least⌠dulled into something manageable.
Kiriâs hand moved absently through (Y/n)âs hair, slow, soothing, while Neteyam rested a hand on her shoulder.
âLoâak and I couldâve handled it,â he said after a moment.
(Y/n) didnât even open her eyes. âIâm sure you couldâve.â
But that wasnât the point. They both knew it.
Neteyam shook his head slightly. âYou know⌠I canât believe dad let you get away with that.â
That got a small, tired grin from her.
âIf Loâak and I were in that position,â he added, âweâd be in a grave⌠not getting coached through it.â
âPrivileges of being the eldest,â (Y/n) muttered.
âAnd I donât think dadâs surviving mom after this,â she added, voice dry. âShe wasnât too happy.â
Kiri leaned forward slightly. âHowâd mom react?â
(Y/n) cracked one eye open again, looking up at her.
âI, too, am a shell of a person after that lecture,â she said flatly.
That got a quiet snort from Neteyam.
âShe was beyond mad,â (Y/n) continued. âFortunately for me, she wonât kill me while Iâm wounded.â
Kiri and Neteyam exchanged a lookâthen both shook their heads.
Some thingsâŚnever changed.
âSo howâd dad take it?â (Y/n) asked, her voice lazy, eyes still closed as if she hadnât just been in a full fight not long ago.
Neteyam huffed quietly. âHe didnât seem too mad, actually,â he said, glancing down at her. âSeemed more concerned about us coming out on top than the actual fight.â
(Y/n)âs mouth twitched faintly. âSounds about right.â
âHe was cross with Loâak though,â Neteyam added. âSent him to make peace with Aonung.â
That got her attention. Her brow furrowed slightly as she cracked an eye open. âWhat for? Aonung started it.â
Neteyam shook his head. âLoâak threw the first punch.â
(Y/n) scowled faintly, shaking her head against Kiriâs lap. ââŚfair enough,â she muttered. âThatâs why thereâs the ânever throw the first punchâ rule.â
Kiri raised a brow slightly.
âYeah,â (Y/n) continued, voice still easy despite the faint irritation, âso you never have to apologise and you can claim self-defence.â
Neteyam gave her a look. âYou didnât seem too worried about that when you went after Siâriya.â
(Y/n) didnât even hesitate, turning her head just enough to look across the mauri. âSiâriya doesnât need an apology, right?â
Siâriya glanced over. âNope,â she said simply. âIt was a fair fight. I was prepared to go down swinging.â
(Y/n) huffed softly. âSo was I.â
Neteyam sighed, long-suffering. âYou also escalated it.â
(Y/n) waved that off slightly, her hand lifting and dropping again. âThatâs mostly momâs rule,â she said. âTry to walk away and she had it coming.â
"All is fair." Si'riya added.
Neteyam shook his head. âWe could have walked away.â
(Y/n) opened her eyes properly this time, looking up at him. âAnd so now Loâak has to apologise, that's how it goes,â she said, voice dry, âand since youâre here talking to meâŚâ
Her gaze sharpened just a fraction. ââŚit means mom hasnât caught up with you yet.â
ââŚand honestly,â she added, almost helpfully, âthatâs who you should be scared of.â
Neteyam froze. Because he hadnât thought about that. Not properly. Not yet.
His eyes flicked toward the entrance of the mauri like she might walk in at any second.
Realisation settled in fast.
Kiri snorted quietly under her breath, her hand still moving through (Y/n)âs hair.
(Y/n) just smirked faintly. âYeah,â she muttered. âGood luck with that.â
âDinnerâs soon,â (Y/n) added lazily, eyes half-lidded again, âso sheâll just catch you then. No point in running.â
Neteyam looked like he genuinely considered it anyway. Then immediately looked like he regretted every life choice that had led him here.
He exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly. ââŚgreat.â
Kiri huffed softly under her breath.
(Y/n) smirked faintly. âYouâll be fine, Neteyam,â she said, her tone easing just a fraction. âMomâs a lot harsher on me than you. Iâm just teasing.â
He gave her a look. âAre you sure?â
âPositive,â she replied without missing a beat. ââŚand if it gets bad,â she added, cracking one eye open, âdeflect onto dad.â
Neteyam blinked. Then snorted despite himself. ââŚyouâre terrible.â
âEffective,â she corrected.
He sighed again, longer this time, but the edge of tension had eased slightly.
ââŚwhere is Loâak, anyway?â (Y/n) asked after a moment. âIt shouldnât take that long to apologise.â
Neteyam frowned faintly. âI have no idea.â
That didnât sit right. (Y/n) shifted slightly, wincing before settling again. âSee if you can track him down,â she said. âMake sure he didnât get into another fight.â
Neteyam nodded slowly. âYeah⌠I will.â
Across the mauri, Siâriya glanced toward her sister. âTsireya?â she asked.
âThey said they were going fishing,â Tsireya answered quietly. âShould be at the usual spots on the reef.â
Neteyam pushed himself up to his feet. âIâll go look.â
Kiri adjusted slightly behind (Y/n), her hand still resting gently in her hair. âIâll keep her company.â
Neteyam nodded once, already turning toward the entrance. âTry not to let her escape,â he added, glancing back briefly.
(Y/n) scoffed faintly. âIâm wounded, not useless.â
Kiri smiled softly. âDebatable.â
Neteyam shook his head, a small smile slipping through despite everything, before stepping out of the mauri to go find his brother.
Kiriâs fingers slowed in (Y/n)âs hair, her gaze distant, unfocused on anything in front of her.
(Y/n) noticed. âWhatâs on your mind, little sister?â she asked quietly, not lifting her head.
Kiri didnât answer straight away. ââŚnothing.â A lie.
(Y/n) shifted slightly, wincing before settling again, her voice pressing just a little firmerâstill soft, but not letting it go. âKiri.â
A pause. Then it came. ââŚback home, they used to ignore us,â Kiri said, her voice barely above a whisper. âBut now⌠thatâs all they can see.â
Her hand tightened slightly in (Y/n)âs hair. âThat Iâm a freak.â
âAnd it keeps getting everyone into trouble,â she added. âGot you into trouble.â
(Y/n) exhaled quietly. âGetting into a fight with Siâriya is a whole separate thing, little sister,â she murmured. âThat was bound to happen.â
But Kiri shook her head faintly. âStill⌠you, Loâak, and IâŚâ
Her voice faltered slightly. âAll anyone sees are half-breeds.â
Her gaze dropped. âThey look at you like youâre a monster⌠something to be feared, big sister.â
âHow does that not bother you?â
(Y/n) was quiet for a moment.
âOur father is Toruk Makto,â she said, her voice low, steady. âOur hands are like his. Our eyebrows are like his. We are his children.â
Kiri swallowed. âYou and Loâak areââ
(Y/n)âs hand moved suddenly, firm as she caught Kiriâs hand in hers.
âWe,â she said, sharper now, more certain, âare his children.â
Her grip tightened slightly. âWe are sisters.â
There was a flicker in her gaze thenâsomething darker. Something colder. âAnd if youâre tired of them calling you a freakâŚâ
Her voice dropped. âI can make that problem go away.â
Kiri knew that tone. Knew exactly what it meant. She shook her head quickly. âNo.â
Her voice softened again. ââŚI feel so alone, big sister.â
(Y/n)âs grip didnât loosen. âIâm right here.â
Kiriâs breath hitched slightly. âBut you almost werenât,â she whispered. âAnd they have Spider⌠I justâ I canât shake this feeling.â
(Y/n)âs voice softened again. âIâm here. Iâm still here, Kiri.â
A tear slipped down Kiriâs cheek. âI watched you die⌠defending us,â she said, her voice breaking. âWhy do it, (Y/n)?â
(Y/n) didnât hesitate. âBecause it could have been you.â
Her thumb brushed faintly against Kiriâs hand. âAnd while I breathe⌠that wonât happen.â
Kiri shook her head, tears falling now. âWhat about your life?â she asked. âItâs just as important. Whoâs there to protect you if youâre protecting us?â
Her voice trembled. âYou donât see it, (Y/n)⌠but what are we going to do if your luck runs out?â
(Y/n) exhaled slowly. âIâll go down swinging, Kiri.â
âBut you didnât,â Kiri said immediately. âI saw you.â Her voice dropped to a whisper. âYou gave up. You didnât fight back.â
(Y/n)âs gaze shifted slightly, her expression tightening just enough to show it landed. âKiriâŚâ she said quietly, âin that moment⌠death seemed better than being captured by the RDA again.â
âYou were safe⌠meant to be safe.â
âDonât say that,â Kiri whispered, shaking her head.
(Y/n)âs voice softened further. âMy body is strong⌠but my mindâŚâ A small breath. ââŚmy mind is fickle. Fragile.â
Kiriâs tears didnât stop. âWhat did they do to you?â she asked.
(Y/n)âs gaze flicked away. âNothing that is of your concern,â she said quietly. âIâm getting better⌠but those scars in my mind may always be there.â
Her eyes came back to Kiri. âBut they will never make me forget how far Iâd go to keep my younger siblings safe.â
Her grip tightened slightly again. âI am the eldest, if that means trading my life for yoursâŚâ
âPlease stop talking like that,â Kiri said, her voice breaking.
(Y/n) studied her for a moment. âIt seems you need to hear my words, Kiri. My truths.â
Her voice softened again. âYouâve been holding everything in⌠but know one thingââ
A faint, tired smile touched her lips. âI love my younger siblings.â
âSo donât mourn me⌠not while Iâm right here.â
Kiriâs tears fell quietly.
(Y/n) reached up, brushing them away gently. âDonât cry,â she murmured. âIâm still here. Weâre safe.â
Her thumb lingered briefly against Kiriâs cheek.
âIâm always here for you.â
Kiri shook her head slightly. âPlease donât sacrifice yourself for us.â
(Y/n) exhaled softly. âDonât talk like that, Kiri.â
âJust⌠think about right now.â
Siâriya sat in silence, her attention no longer on Tsireya.
Lockedânot on (Y/n)âs faceâbut on the scars.
she was starting to wonder.
How did she get those scars?
Jake and Tonowari stepped back into the mauri together, the quiet inside broken only by low voices and the soft shift of movement.
Their eyes went immediately to their daughters laid up, bandaged, but calmer now.
Jake exhaled under his breath. âCome on,â he said, already moving toward (Y/n), his voice softer again, âletâs get you home for dinner.â
He crouched beside her, careful as always, sliding one arm beneath her legs and the other behind her back, lifting her with easeâslow, steady, mindful of every place she might hurt.
She hissed faintly as she was lifted.
âYeah, yeahâŚâ he muttered. âI know.â
Across from them, Tonowari did the same with Siâriya, his movements just as careful.
Tsireya stepped in behind him without a word, ready to follow.
Kiri rose as well, falling into step beside Jake.
The two fathers exchanged a brief nod before turning and heading in opposite directions.
The walk back was slower this time. âHow you feeling?â Jake asked after a moment, glancing down at her.
âSore,â (Y/n) answered simply.
Jake huffed faintly. âYeah⌠thought so.â
A small shake of his head followed, though there was no real frustration in it anymore. âYou and your recklessness⌠and that hot temper,â he muttered. âWhat am I gonna do with you?â
(Y/n) shifted slightly in his arms, wincing before settling again. âHow are you still alive?â she shot back, voice dry. âI thought mom wouldâve buried you by now.â
Jake snorted. âSheâs surprisingly merciful today,â he said, glancing ahead. âMustâve caught her in a good mood.â
Kiri made a small noise beside them. âMom will kill you if she hears you talking like that.â
Jake grinned faintly, though he kept his voice low. âThen we wonât tell her.â
(Y/n) huffed softly, something almost like a laugh slipping through despite the pain.
Kiri just shook her head, though there was a small smile tugging at her lips as she walked beside them.
Jake stepped into the mauri with her still in his arms, moving slower now, more careful than before as he crossed into the sleeping space.
He lowered her into her hammock gently, one hand steady at her back, the other easing her legs into place so she wouldnât twist wrong.
She shifted and a small whimper slipped out before she could stop it.
It went straight through him like an arrow.
His jaw tightened, something in his chest pulling hard as he paused, his hand lingering a second longer than it needed to. ââŚyeah, I know,â he said quietly, softer now.
He reached up, adjusting her pillow, making sure it held her properly, that nothing would tug at the bandages or strain her side.
Only when he was satisfied did he step back just as Neytiri approached.
She carried a bowl, setting it in her daughter's hands.
Her hand came up instinctively, brushing lightly over (Y/n)âs cheekâa touch far gentler than anything from earlier.
(Y/n) leaned into it without thinking, her eyes softening just slightly as a small smile touched her lips.
Neytiriâs expression warmed in response, just for a moment, before she let her hand fall back. âEat,â she said quietly.
(Y/n) nodded, taking the bowl and beginning slowly, careful not to move too much as she did.
For a few moments, there was nothing but the soft sound of movement and the distant ocean beyond.
âWhereâs Loâak and Neteyam?â (Y/n) asked, glancing up between bites.
Jake and Neytiri both paused.
They hadnât thought about it either. ââŚtheyâll be back soon,â Jake said after a moment, his tone easy, reassuring.
But his gaze flicked briefly toward the entrance anyway. âItâs not your problem,â he added, stepping closer again, his voice softening. âYou just focus on eating⌠and resting.â
(Y/n) studied him for half a second then nodded. âOkay.â
She went back to her food, slower now, quieter.
But her thoughts didnât settle the same way.
Because even as she ate her mind lingered.
And why they werenât back yet.
But after eating her eyelids felt heavy, she just hoped they hadn't done anything stupid.
Neteyam hadnât realised how heavy it all felt until he stopped moving.
Until the noise of searching, the rush of it, the panic that had been clawing at his chest since Loâak went missingâ
It sat there, pressing into him, tight and suffocating.
Because he already knew what was coming.
Where were you?
What happened?
You were meant to keep an eye on him.
was that he didnât have an answer that felt like enough.
Until Loâak had slipped awayâlike he always didâ
and somehow, that always came back to him.
It always landed on his shoulders.
He sank down beside the pole of (Y/n)âs hammock, his back resting against it, his head dropping forward slightly.
he should let her stay that way.
Needed the rest more than anything.
selfish, tired, worn thinâ
Just long enough to tell him he hadnât done anything wrong.
That it wasnât all on him.
That he could ignore whatever mom and dad were going to sayâ
The hammock shifted softly above him.
something rested lightly against his head.
(Y/n) sat there, legs draped over the side of the hammock, one hand resting on his head, the other clutching at her side where the bandages pulled tight.
Her expression was tired.
âWhatâs going on?â she asked quietly.
âAonung took Loâak⌠outside the reef,â he said, the words coming out rougher than he wanted. âHe got lost⌠and he almostââ
His voice caught slightly.
ââŚhe couldâve been killed.â
âMom and dadâŚâ he looked away, ââŚthey blame me for not watching him.â
(Y/n) exhaled slowly, something heavy in it.
pulling herself out of the hammock.
She hissed softly as her feet hit the ground, one hand instinctively tightening over her side.
âIâm fine,â she muttered, already lowering herself beside him.
She draped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him gently into her side despite the way she winced at the movement.
âThey speak from fear,â she said quietly. âAnd failure.â
âYou donât get it,â he said under his breath. âMom and dad donât hold you responsible for watching him every second.â
âYouâre doing fine, Neteyam,â she said, tightening her arm slightly around him. âYouâre a great big brother⌠and a great little brother.â
He leaned into her, his head resting against her shoulder, the tension in him finally easing just a fraction.
âI wish they could see it,â he muttered.
âThey donât expect you to watch us,â he said, his voice picking up, frustration bleeding through now. âYouâre never in that position. Youâre either injured, or training, or with dadââ
âIt just⌠it makes me so frustrated.â
His hand clenched slightly.
âIâm blamed for every one of Loâakâs stupid mistakes.â
(Y/n) didnât interrupt.
When he finally quieted, she sighed softly.
âIâm sorry,â she said. âThatâs unfair to you.â
Neteyam shook his head faintly.
âItâs okay,â he muttered.
âI know,â she said quietly.
ââŚbecause I know one thing.â
âI donât want to be you.â
âYouâre⌠perfect,â he continued, the word tasting wrong even as he said it. âAnd it scares me.â
His grip tightened slightly against his own arm.
âI donât want that weight. Everyone watching me. Expecting me to be like that.â
âManaging Loâak is easy compared to what you deal with.â
âAnd Iâm scaredâŚâ
His voice dropped even further.
ââŚif you die, it all falls to me.â
(Y/n) went still for a second.
What is with everyone thinking Iâm about to kick the can todayâŚ
But the thought didnât stick.
Because she knew where it came from.
Everything that had happened.
It had left its mark on all of them.
âYou donât have to be me, Neteyam,â she said softly.
Her hand came up, ruffling his hair slightly.
âYou just have to be you.â
âIâm a whole other level of stupid.â
âYou can say that again.â
then forced herself to her feet.
Neteyam looked up at her immediately.
âWhere are you going?â
She adjusted slightly, wincing as she straightened.
âTodayâs theme seems to be my siblings need a heart-to-heart with their big sister,â she said.
âSo Iâm off to find the most problematic of the bunch.â
âMom and dad are going to be mad,â Neteyam warned.
(Y/n) waved that off lightly.
âConcerned? Definitely.â
She turned slightly, already heading out.
âWhere would he go?â she asked over her shoulder.
ââŚheâs got a spot. Sand dunes.â
She didnât make it far before she spotted him.
Walking back toward the village like nothing had happened.
Like he hadnât just dragged her brother out past the reef a.
Didnât give him the courtesy.
She just stepped into his path.
Close enough that he had to stop.
Close enough that he felt it.
He hadnât noticed her at firstâ
something in him went still.
Her posture wasnât loud.
Wasnât aggressive in the obvious way.
But it didnât need to be.
One hand rested against her side, still guarding the injury, the other hanging loose by her sideâ
âIf you ever pull something like that with my brother againâŚâ she said quietly.
ââŚthey wonât find where I drown you.â
Because something in her toneâ
in the way she meant itâ
cut straight through any response he mightâve had.
For a split second, a chill ran down his spine.
She held his gaze just long enough to make sure he got the message.
Like he wasnât worth anything more than that.
Aonung stood there for a second longer before turning slightly, watching her go.
ââŚwhat a woman,â he muttered under his breath, half impressed, half unsettled.
She found him where Neteyam said he would be.
Perched on the sand dune, knees drawn up, arms wrapped tight around them like he was holding himself together, staring out at the ocean.
(Y/n) didnât say anything when she walked up.
She just lowered herself beside him, slower than usual, a quiet hiss slipping through her teeth as her side protested the movement.
Didnât acknowledge her.
They sat there in silence for a few seconds.
The wind moved around them, tugging lightly at their braids.
Then she nudged his shoulder.
âThis,â she said lightly, âis why we donât throw the first punch.â
Loâakâs reaction was immediate. âIâm not in the mood to joke around, (Y/n),â he snapped, turning his head away from her.
The edge in his voice cut deeper than anything heâd thrown at her before. âYou donât get it.â
She stilled. ââŚLoâakââ
âNo,â he cut her off, his jaw tightening. âNever in a million years would dad say you shamed this family.â
âMom would never threaten to pluck your eyeballs out in front of everyone,â he continued, his voice rough, frustration bleeding through every word.
He finally looked at her then. âAnd you can permanently disfigure people to protect Kiriââ
His hand clenched slightly. âBut when I do it?â
A bitter laugh slipped out. âDonât pretend you understand me.â
(Y/n) didnât answer straight away.
BecauseâŚhe wasnât entirely wrong.
She looked down at her hands.
At the faint scars, the callouses, the history written into them.
And for a momentâshe felt it.
The one that had been there for years.
Training while they played.
Learning how to fight while they learned how to be kids.
Somewhere she wasnât even expected to carry that weight anymore.
She wasnât watching them the way Neteyam was.
Wasnât being held to the same line Loâak was.
She existed somewhereâŚelse.
And maybe that meantâshe didnât fully understand.
Not the way he needed her to.
She exhaled quietly. âYouâre right,â she said after a moment.
Loâak blinked slightly. Caught off guard.
âI donât get it⌠not completely.â
Her voice was quieter now. Honest. âI havenât been in your position.â
âBut donât think for a second I havenât been told Iâve gone too far.â Her gaze lifted slightly, out toward the water. âI just get told differently.â
Less in front of everyone.
More behind closed doors.
She shifted slightly, wincing before settling again.
âBut youâre not wrong to be mad,â she added.
Loâak didnât respond.
But he didnât shut her out either.
âIâm not here to tell you youâre wrong,â she continued.
âIâm here because youâre my brother⌠and you could have gotten yourself killed today.â
Then (Y/n) exhaled slowly. âOnce upon a timeâŚâ she started, her voice quieter now, less guarded, âall my job as the eldest was⌠to guide you. Try and ease some of the pressure off you.â
A small, humourless breath left her. âGuess I failed miserably at that.â
Loâak glanced over at her.
At the way her jaw tightened slightly. At the way she looked like there was something sitting right on the edge of being saidâ
and she didnât know if she should let it out.
âI made a promise to myself, little brotherâŚâ she said, barely above a whisper.
Her eyes stayed on the ocean. âThat I would never let my demons harm my siblings.â
Her fingers curled faintly into the sand. âYet they dug a cavern so deep between us⌠I can barely remember the last time we were just siblings.â
âBut never think I donât care.â
Loâak huffed quietly. âSure you do.â
That made him glance at her again.
She hesitated. âLoâak⌠Iââ
Her voice faltered. Then dropped even lower. âI thought I was a monstrous, foul creature⌠when I broke your rib.â
He almost didnât hear it. It was that quiet. That fragile. âI would have taken my own lifeâŚâ
Her breath hitched slightly.
ââŚif it meant keeping you safe from me.â
The world seemed to tilt for a second. ââŚwhat?â
She didnât look at him.
Just sat thereâlike she had already said too much to take it back. âWe are so⌠starkly different,â she continued, her voice steadier now, but still soft. âIâm the first daughter. Youâre the second son.â
A faint shake of her head. âAnd Iâve never stopped to think⌠that thereâs an unfairness in that.â
Loâak turned fully toward her, his hand coming up to grab her shoulderâgentler than he meant to, but urgent. â(Y/n), whatâforget thatâwhat did you just say?â
His voice had shifted. No anger now. Just shock.
âYouâwhy didnât you tell me?â
She finally looked at him. And there was a quiet sadness there.
She gave him a small smile. âIâm better now,â she said softly.
âAnd I guess weâre having a heart-to-heart⌠and itâs in the past.â Her gaze softened slightly. âIâm not telling you so you feel bad.â
Her hand lifted, resting lightly over his where it still held her shoulder. âIâm telling you so you know⌠I really do love my younger brothers and sisters... there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
A faint breath of amusement slipped through. ââŚno matter how much you drive me mad.â
Trying to reconcile the sister he knewâ
with the one who had just said that.
His grip on her shoulder tightened slightly.
âIf you think youâre some monsterâthen what does that make me?â
A small shake of his head. âYou broke my rib,â he continued. âYeah. It sucked.â
A faint huff. âBut you also stood in front of me more times than I can count.â
âYou can't just just⌠disappear on us.â
The wind moved around them again.
Loâak let out a quiet breath, his hand finally loosening on her shoulderâbut not pulling away completely. ââŚyouâre stuck with us,â he muttered.
Loak didn't think about it, he pulled her into him, arms tight around her like he was afraid she might vanish that very second.
She stiffened for half a secondâ
more from surprise than anythingâ
then let out a quiet breath and leaned into it, careful of her side, one arm coming up around his back.
âWatching you dieâŚâ he said, his voice low against her shoulder, rough in a way she hadnât heard before. âWatching you get shotââ
He swallowed hard. âThat hurt more than a broken rib.â
His grip tightened slightly. âAnd it makes me feel so stupid⌠Iâve hated you for no reason.â
(Y/n) huffed softly against him, a faint, dry edge slipping through. âSo it takes me getting shot for you to pull your head in?â
Loâak let out a quiet, shaky breath. âYou didnât think twice,â he said. âYou just stepped in front of usââ
His voice dipped, steadier now, but heavier. âYou couldâve died for it.â
âSo please⌠you need to know how lost weâd be without you.â
âAnd Iâm sorry,â he added quietly. âFor everything Iâve said⌠everything Iâve done.â
(Y/n) looked at him for a moment.
Then a small, tired smile touched her lips. âStart again?â she asked.
Loâak didnât hesitate. âStart again.â
Loâak didnât pull away straight after.
Even when the hug loosenedâ
even when they settled back beside each otherâ
Trying to understand something that suddenly felt⌠a lot bigger than heâd ever realised.
âWhyâd you do it?â he asked quietly.
There was no accusation in it now.
âYouâre smart, (Y/n)⌠you knew you wouldâve died.â
(Y/n) didnât answer straight away.
She looked out at the water again, the breeze catching loose strands of her hair, her expression unreadable for a moment.
âIn comparison to me⌠you guys are defenseless,â she said simply.
Not harsh. Not condescending. Just⌠how she saw it.
âIâm fully trained,â she continued. âTrained to protectânot just myself, but all of you.â
Her fingers pressed lightly into the sand. âI wouldnât be able to handle it if all those years of training were for nothingâŚâ
A small breath. ââŚif I failed at the one thing I was taught to dotâ so I step in front of you because I don't want to live with that kind of failure.â
Loâak didnât respond straight away.
Because something about that answerâ
about how matter-of-fact it wasâ sat heavy in his chest.
He had always looked at her and seen strength. Confidence. Someone who could do anything.
Someone who was everything he wasnât.
sitting here beside herâ
The way she didnât see it as a choice.
As something she had to do.
And for the first timeâ
that didnât look⌠great.
It didnât look like something to envy.
Like there was no room for her to just be a person.
Loâak swallowed quietly, his gaze dropping for a second before lifting again. ââŚthatâs not fair,â he muttered.
More to himself than to her.
being (Y/n) wasnât what he thought it was at all.
They sat there a while longer.
Something they hadnât had in a long time.
Loâak shifted slightly, glancing over at her. ââŚarenât mom and dad going to kill you for being out of your hammock?â he asked. âYouâre still injured.â
(Y/n) didnât even look at him.
She just tilted her head back slightly, eyes on the sky.
â(Y/n), there you are!â Jakeâs voice carried across the dunes.
(Y/n) smirked faintly. âPerks of being the eldest,â she muttered. âThey notice when I go missing.â
Jake reached them quickly, already frowning as he took in the situation. âWhat are you doing out here?â he demanded, crouching slightly as he looked her over. âThat woundâs going to get infected.â
Before she could answer, he was already lifting herâone arm under her legs, the other behind her back.
âI can walk,â she protested automatically.
Jake snorted. âAnd I can fly.â
Loâak huffed a quiet laugh as he stood.
Jake shook his head, already turning back toward the village. âCome on, boy,â he called over his shoulder. âYour dinnerâs getting cold.â
Loâak followed, falling into step behind them.
âAnd Loâak,â Jake added, not looking back, âif your sister is doing something this stupid again, send her home.â
(Y/n) scoffed lightly from where she was held against him. âAww⌠is dad getting a headache?â
Jake didnât miss a beat.
âYeah,â he grumbled, âand it started about eighteen years ago.â
Loâak just shook his head, a small smile slipping through as he followed them back.
(Y/n) lay stretched out in her hammock, staring up at the ceiling, boredom settling in like a second layer of skin.
Sheâd been orderedâthreatenedâto stay put.
Even though the wound at her side had mostly closed, the bruises faded into dull shadows.
She didnât see the point.
At all but she was too scared of her mother to test her luck.
A shadow crossed over her.
She didnât even bother looking up at first. âGuppy,â she said lazily.
(Y/n) sat up in one smooth motion, eyes landing on Siâriya standing there like she owned the place. âWhat do you want?â
Siâriya shrugged, like it was nothing. âWe called truce, didnât we?â
(Y/n) raised a brow. âRound twoâs always on the table.â
Siâriya snorted. âI learned my lesson the first time.â
She flicked her head towards the exit. ââŚletâs get out of here.â
(Y/n) blinked. Then shrugged. âAlright.â
She swung her legs out of the hammock and followed her without another word.
They made it a few steps before Siâriya glanced back at her. âBy the way,â she said, eyeing her up and down, âI canât have you following me around looking like that.â
(Y/n) scoffed immediately. âSays the handless fish-looking hide rack.â
Siâriya stopped. Slowly turned. Her eyes narrowed. âGirl, you literally look like something an akula threw up,â she shot back, âand Iâm not suffering walking around with a fashionless demon.â
(Y/n) rolled her eyes like she wasnât even bothered. âPlease, I make this look good.â
Siâriya smirked slightly, turning back and continuing on.
âBesides,â she added, a grin creeping in, âI know it gives my dad a massive headache when the boys stare.â
(Y/n)âs expression shifted just a little. A slow grin spreading across her face. âI like the way you think.â
She stepped up beside her. âDidnât think anyone else understood how enjoyable headache-creating is.â
Siâriya huffed a quiet laugh. âSo weâre in agreement?â
(Y/n) tilted her head slightly. âNot that Iâm unfashionableâŚâ
ââŚbut that itâll be fun messing with those old fools.â
Siâriya grinned wider. âExactly.â
âWe need to do something about your hair,â Siâriya said, stopping just long enough to eye it like it personally offended her.
(Y/n) immediately shook her head.
âYeahâno. I call my dad ugly,â she said, pulling her hair back loosely as if that somehow proved her point.
Siâriya hissed under her breath. ââŚyeah, thatâs unfortunate," because that bone structure was clear as day.
âYep,â (Y/n) shrugged. âUnfortunately for me, I got the old manâs bone structure, so I canât really go around calling him ugly if Iâm looking like him.â
She let her hair fall again, rolling her shoulders slightly. âHair down makes me look like my dearest mother.â
Siâriya considered that for a second, then gave a small nod. âFair enoughâŚâ
ââŚbut Iâm still fixing it.â
(Y/n) sighed, already knowing this was a losing battle.
Siâriya huffed quietly, muttering as she stepped closer. âUnfortunately, no matter what I do, I end up looking like my father.â
(Y/n) smirked faintly. âUnlucky.â
Then tilted her head slightly. ââŚbut go on. Have at it.â
Siâriya didnât hesitate.
Her hands were already in her hair pulling, parting, reworking it
(Y/n) stood there, arms crossed, letting her do whatever she was doing because at this point, she was curious. ââŚif I come out of this looking ridiculous,â she muttered, âIâm blaming you.â
Siâriya snorted. âYou already look ridiculous.â
âBold words from someone who looks like a failed mural.â
âBold of you to say that when youâre still limping.â
Siâriya smirked slightly as she finished adjusting the last section, stepping back to look her over.
(Y/n) blinked, reaching up slightly to feel it. ââŚokay, Iâll admitââ
She paused. ââŚthis is better.â
Siâriya folded her arms, smug. âI know.â
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, but the faint grin didnât leave her face as they started walking again.
âNow this is much better,â (Y/n) said, running her fingers lightly through the new style, a hint of approval in her tone.
Siâriya didnât even look at her.
âI know itâs better. I canât do anything about your faceâŚâ she added, glancing over with a smirk, ââŚbut I can do something about your clothes.â
(Y/n) scoffed softly, but didnât argue.
They stepped out properly into the centre of the villageb and the shift was immediate.
A few conversations faltered as they passed, heads turning just slightly too slow to pretend they hadnât been staring.
They walked like they didnât notice.
A hand brushed too closeâ
then grabbed at Siâriyaâs tail.
And the look they gaveâ
The kind of glare that didnât just warnâ
it promised violence and death.
The boyâs face drained instantly, his hand dropping like it had been burned as he shrank back a step.
âSome do get a little handsyâŚâ Siâriya snarled under her breath, turning away again like he was no longer worth the effort.
(Y/n) huffed faintly. âBold of him.â
Thenâ âTo our left,â Siâriya murmured. âOur fathers.â
(Y/n)âs gaze flicked just slightlyâenough to catch it.
But before she could say anythingâ
someone stepped into their path.
Muscle built like he lived in the water.
Long blonde hair catching the light.
âAnd whoâs that?â (Y/n) asked under her breath.
âSâtev,â Siâriya replied quietly. âHeartthrob of the clan. Heâs⌠gentle, one of the clans best healers.â
He stopped in front of them, his expression softening into an easy smile. âSiâriya,â he greeted, then glanced at (Y/n). âWhoâs your friend?â
âThis is (Y/n),â she said simply.
Sâtevâs gaze shiftedâa subtle look up and down.
Then he reached for her hand, lifting it gently and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. âI do hope we see more of you,â he said smoothly. âSuch a pearl is rare⌠and precious.â
(Y/n) smirked, tilting her head slightly. âCareful,â she murmured, voice just light enough to dance the line, âyou keep talking like that and I might believe youâre trying to impress me.â
Sâtevâs smile widened just a fraction.
But she was already pulling her hand back.
Siâriya falling into step beside her.
But (Y/n) felt it that small, sudden pang in her chest.
Sâtev had nothing on him.
âThey take the bait?â she asked quietly.
âYep,â Siâriya said.
Out of the corner of their eyes, they could see it.
Their fathers shifting. Moving. Intercepting more than one lingering gaze that had stayed a little too long.
(Y/n) let out a soft breath.
ââŚyouâre right. That was fun.â
Siâriya smirked. âYou know, Sâtev usually doesnât take much interest,â she added. âWe thought he swung the other way⌠if you get what I mean.â
(Y/n) huffed softly. âNo thank you⌠I have one.â
Her voice trailed slightly. Just a little. A flicker of something softer passing through her expression. ââŚback at home.â
Siâriya glanced at her. âOh? And whatâs he like?â
(Y/n) smiled faintly. âHeâsâŚâ she paused, then shook her head slightly, like there werenât enough words. âStrong. Smarter than he lets on. Drives me insane.â
A small breath of amusement. âAnd heâsââ she huffed quietly, ââridiculously good looking.â
Siâriya snorted. âOf course he is.â
âMy turn,â she added. âMineâs on the other side of Pandora.â
She glanced ahead, her tone softening just slightly. âHe brings me something every time he comes back. From different clans⌠different places.â
Then both of them looked forward again.
âMess with siblings?â (Y/n) asked lightly.
âMess with siblings.â
They ended up on a shaded stretch of beach, tucked just far enough back that the palms broke the worst of the sun, the sand cool beneath them as they settled with fruit in hand.
From where they satâthey had the perfect view.
To the disaster unfolding.
Loâak stood ankle-deep in the shallows, tryingâtryingâto look casual while Tsireya hovered nearby, her expression soft but clearly unsure what to do with whatever he was attempting.
(Y/n) bit into a piece of fruit, chewing slowly as she watched. ââŚis he flexing?â she asked flatly.
Siâriya leaned slightly forward, squinting. ââŚhe is absolutely flexing.â
Loâak shifted, trying to lean against a rock missing it slightly and having to awkwardly readjust.
(Y/n) sighed. âI live with the idiot,â she muttered. âThereâs not much to admire.â
Siâriya snorted under her breath. âHeâs trying to look effortless.â
âHe looks like heâs fighting the ocean.â
âWhich he is losing.â
They both paused as Loâak attempted to say somethingâ
gesturing a little too broadlyânearly splashing himself in the process.
(Y/n) leaned back slightly, shaking her head. "I can't believe I'm related to that amount of awkwardness."
âI will kill him if he breaks my sisterâs heart,â Siâriya said casually, still watching.
âI will gladly hand him over,â (Y/n) replied just as easily.
this time stepping onto a rock to look tallerâ only for his foot to slip slightly.
(Y/n) covered her mouth, already losing it. âDid you see thatââ
âShhhâthis is the good partââ
Loâak went for it againâ
trying to demonstrate somethingâ
slipping completely this time and going straight into the water with a loud splash.
Both of them burst out laughing.
Loâak resurfaced, sputtering and froze.
Because Tsireya wasnât looking at him anymore.
She was looking past him.
Absolutely enjoying this.
His face went red instantly.
Tsireyaâs followed a second later as she realised theyâd had an audience the entire time.
(Y/n) didnât even try to hide it.
She leaned forward, still laughing. ââŚwow,â she managed. âThat wasâ impressive.â
Siâriya wiped at her eyes slightly. âTruly a masterclass.â
Loâak groaned, dragging a hand down his face. ââŚyouâve got to be kidding me.â
âNot even a little,â (Y/n) shot back. She glanced at Siâriya, grin still wide. âWanna rub it in?â
Siâriya considered it for half a second. Then shook her head. âNo.â
âTheyâll just get sneakier,â Siâriya said, leaning back again, entirely too pleased with herself.
A smirk tugged at her lips. âAnd weâll miss our favourite show.â
(Y/n) paused. Then nodded slowly. ââŚyouâre right.â
Another glance toward Loâakâ still flustered. Still recovering.
ââŚthis is way more entertaining.â
Loâak caught their eyes and without missing a beat, he lifted his hand and flipped his eldest sister off.
Then immediately turned, guiding Tsireya away like he hadnât just made things worse for himself.
(Y/n) didnât even blink. âLove you too, little brother!â she called after him, entirely unbothered.
Siâriya stared after him, then slowly turned back. ââŚwhat even was that?â
(Y/n) smirked, popping another piece of fruit into her mouth.
âFlipping the bird,â she said casually. âSky person thing.â
Siâriya blinked. ââŚof course it is.â
âYeah, we werenât meant to pick it up from our dad,â (Y/n) added, âbut, you knowâŚâ She gestured vaguely. ââŚhere we are.â
Siâriya huffed softly. âI remember you also called me a âbitchâ earlier,â she added, raising a brow. âIs that another sky person thing?â
(Y/n) grinned. âOh, absolutely.â
Siâriya leaned in slightly, intrigued now. ââŚexplain.â
(Y/n) wiped her hands off, settling back like she was about to deliver something important.
âAlright it's a curse word, you don't need to know what it means,â she said, lowering her voice slightly, like this was some sacred knowledge. âItâs all about tone.â
Siâriya narrowed her eyes. âTone.â
âYeah,â (Y/n) nodded. âYou say it wrong, you just sound stupid. You say it rightââ
Siâriya smirked faintly. âI like the sound of that.â
(Y/n) leaned closer. âExample,â she said, nodding toward where Loâak had disappeared. âIf I yell it nowââ
She didnât even raise her voice much. âOiâbitch!â
It carried just enough. Loâak visibly tensed in the distance.
Siâriya let out a quiet laugh. ââŚthat was effective.â
âExactly,â (Y/n) said, pleased.
Siâriya tried it under her breath first. ââŚbitch.â
(Y/n) immediately shook her head. âNo, noâtoo soft. That sounded like youâre apologising.â
Siâriya frowned. ââŚI was not apologising.â
âTry again. Bite it a little.â
Siâriya squared her shoulders slightly, thenâ âBitch.â
(Y/n)âs grin widened. âThere it is.â
Siâriya smirked, clearly satisfied. "âŚIâm going to use that.â
âPlease do,â (Y/n) said, leaning back again. âJust⌠pick your targets wisely.â
ââŚor donât. Thatâs half the fun.â
Siâriya snorted. ââŚyou are a terrible influence.â
(Y/n) shrugged. âDon't act like you're innocent.â
âYouâre not half bad, demon,â Siâriya said, tossing the last of her fruit aside and leaning back on her hands.
âSame here, guppy⌠youâre alright.â
The insults had lost their edge nowâ
settled into something easier.
Something that almost sounded like⌠respect.
They sat in silence for a while after that, the kind that didnât need filling.
Siâriya glanced over. âHowâd you get your scars?â
âThese ones?â she said, tapping lightly at her shoulder and gesturing at her side. âThanator. I was about twelve.â
âRest of it⌠mix of that and my damn ikran.â
Siâriya huffed. âYour face?â
âSky people,â she answered simply.
âYou were also badly injured⌠sick⌠when you arrived.â
(Y/n) exhaled slowly. âDemons made by sky people,â she said, her tone quieter now. âI was almost shot in the head.â
âClosest Iâve come to being taken out.â
Siâriya winced faintly. ââŚsorry for trying to drown you when it was still healing. That wouldâve hurt.â
(Y/n) gave a faint smirk. âI also tried to drown you.â
Siâriya nodded. âFair is fair.â
A small silence passed again. âHowâd you lose your arm?â (Y/n) asked.
Siâriyaâs gaze shifted toward the water.
âI was about thirteen,â she said. âDad and I were fishing outside the reef when we got attacked by a pack of tsyong.â
Her jaw tightened slightly. âI got separated from my ilu⌠from him.â A breath. âThere were too many.â
She lifted her arm slightly, the hook catching the light. ââŚand yeah. Pop. There goes my arm.â
(Y/n) nodded slowly. âSorry for snapping that, by the way.â
Siâriya huffed. âYeah⌠now I have to make a new one sooner or later.â
They fell quiet again. Not uncomfortable. Just⌠processing.
Then Siâriya suddenly sat up straighter. âAlrightâenough of this depressing nonsense.â
(Y/n) raised a brow. âOh?â
âLetâs do something actually interesting.â
Siâriyaâs grin turned sharp. âGossip.â
(Y/n) immediately leaned forward slightly. ââŚIâm listening.â
Siâriya didnât waste a second.
âOkayâfirstâSâtev?â she started. âNot as âgentleâ as everyone thinks. Turns out heâs been sneaking off at night to meet two different girls from neighbouring clans.â
(Y/n)âs brows shot up. âNo way.â
âWay,â Siâriya smirked. âAnd neither of them knows about the other.â
(Y/n) let out a low whistle. ââŚbold. Stupidâbut bold.â
Siâriya leaned in slightly, lowering her voice.
âAnd you know Kalâren? The one who acts all high and mighty?â
(Y/n) nodded vaguely. "no I don't but continue."
âHe got stuck in a fishing net last week and had to be cut out by his little sister.â
(Y/n) choked slightly on her laugh. âNoââ
âThat is devastating.â
âI know,â Siâriya said, clearly pleased.
âAndâthis oneâs my favouriteâAonung?â
(Y/n) leaned in more. âWhat about him?â
Siâriya grinned. âHe tried to impress a girl by riding a ilu standing upââ
(Y/n) already started laughing. ââand fell straight off.â
(Y/n) leaned back, covering her face. âNoâno, thatâs too goodââ
âAnd she walked away,â Siâriya added.
(Y/n) laughed properly now. âOh, heâs never recovering from that.â
ââŚthis is good,â (Y/n) muttered.
Siâriya nodded. âTold you.â
Then (Y/n) glanced at her. ââŚgot anything worse?â
Siâriyaâs grin turned dangerous. âOh, Iâve barely started.â
(Y/n) paused mid-bite, slowly lowering the fruit from her mouth as her eyes slid sideways to Siâriya. ââŚwait.â
âI thought you hinted Sâtev was interested in males.â
Siâriya didnât even flinch. She just shrugged, completely unbothered. âYeah.â
(Y/n) blinked. ââŚand now heâs juggling two girls?â
Siâriya smirked, clearly enjoying this. âExactly.â
(Y/n) stared at her for a second, then let out a quiet, impressed huff. ââŚthat man is living a dangerous life.â
âRight?â Siâriya grinned. âWe all thought he just wasnât interested in any of the girls here.â
(Y/n) snorted. âTurns out heâs just⌠not limiting his options.â
(Y/n) shook her head slightly, amused. ââŚyou know what, I respect the hustle.â
(Y/n) leaned back again, smirk still lingering. âStill doesnât change the fact he tried it on me.â
âOf course he did,â Siâriya said dryly. âYouâre new. Youâre mysterious. You look like trouble.â
(Y/n) hummed thoughtfully. ââŚI am trouble.â
âThatâs the point.â
They shared a grinâthen (Y/n) nudged her slightly. âAlright, keep going. Who else is embarrassing themselves?â
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