#Big Sky: Deadly Trails

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Beau Arlen BIG SKY: Deadly Trails (2022) | 3.01 – “Do You Love An Apple”

[deaneverafter]

I Want More (Jenny's Version) 🩷

No one does coworkers to friends to lovers better 🥹

Beau Arlen and Jenny Hoyt, Big Sky, I Want More by Kaleo

[alwayscaskett810]

[beauarlen]

Beau Arlen + Hats

[sarahcaskett]

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[soulmates-for-real-tranquility]

[bonobochick]

I didn’t think Cormac would survive S3 of Big Sky. 

He did, so if the show is renewed, I look forward to seeing much more of Cassie + Cormac’s romance play out onscreen. 😘

[liberteqm]

Jenny x Beau Clip "If I need you..."

[cherie-doll]

hunter!könig x doe!reader

your eyes so big and observant as you wander in the forest, it's your first year being out alone, away from the other deer. with every step you take nimbly because you're not experienced yet with where you can be loud and where you can be quiet, you hope not to attract the attention of a predator. the encounter will surely be deadly, your long gracile legs not thick enough to run for long distances, your soft body that will easily tear between sharp teeth.

you wouldn't venture out too far, preferring to stay in a patch of grassy meadow, lying in the soft earth and smelling the dirt and enjoying the gentle blow of trees that fence it in. you can fall asleep here among the blooming buds of flowers in spring, but when fall comes and things start dying you're forced to give up the now toughened and dry grass in search of the creeks where life is sure to be a little more green. you don't know when you step over into the hunter's section but soon the air is contaminated with sharp sounds piercing your ears, you're bolting through unknown terrain. you're confused and scared and you don't even know where to run to. safety was unknown here.

you take grand leaps across the fallen corpses of animals on the hills, the sun already setting. you hear and smell the hounds nearby, who must already be close on your trail. you tumble and fall as your hooves dig into unknown terrain, it's hard to manage in the unknown.

your strength is dwindling; you can't go on. the darkness has taken over and you figure it's best to find someplace to hide. the cold wind shakes the leaves and trees, creating the most terrifying sounds that make you shudder down to your bones. you feel something watching you and you instinctively take to running.

you're veering off the path now, your lungs burning, heart thumping wildly, legs weakening. and you've fallen right into the trap. a bear trap clamps it's jaws on your hind leg. you're full of adrenaline still but the pain is awful, you panic more as the sticks and twigs snapping underneath heavy steps that are coming closer. pushing away branches is a big, heavy man that stares down at you from ahead. you pull but you're locked down to the ground and can only watch paralyzed in fear as he continues his way down to you. he's even bigger up close. you snort, blowing air through your nostrils but can't do anything to defend yourself.

when he gets close he moves slower which confuses you, his gaze isn't on your throat but on your injured leg and when he kneels before you he takes to pushing the springs down and the clamps easily fall open underneath his strength.

you can't move as his hands move up to your ears, you tremble as he moves his thumb and forefinger creating a pleasant and rippling effect on your body as he calms your nerves down. you feel strangely safe as he cradles you gently in his arms, picking you up and carrying you away. his clothes are smudged with blood when he puts you down in front of a warm fire, across his skin are scars etched. he empties the chambers of his gun and rifle if it stops your quivering and allows you to sleep more soundly. and he only stares, his gaze deepening as your body rises and falls in rhythm to your breaths.

the moon hangs in the black sky blanketed with stars. you pray he's good to you as you're in your most vulnerable state. you bury your head into the earth as you choose to ignore the screams of distress of the other woodland creatures who were too agile to step into a bear trap, but they couldn't avoid the bullet.

you choose to expose your bone and were shown mercy.

[actual-changeling]

"Well, that went down like a lead balloon."

Crowley did not sneak up on him this time, it was more of an ungraceful drag or stumble with one hand pressed against the still-bleeding cut on his stomach. Aziraphale turns his head to look at him, his eyes lingering on the soot and bruises smeared across his skin, but stays silent when Crowley shakes his head exactly once.

Don't.

"It did, rather," he says instead, as the space around them empties slowly but surely. Stopping the second coming had been exactly like the first apocalypse and nothing like it at the same time. They're both a bit singed, for starters.

"You think we overreacted? Second offence and all."

Crowley tentatively lifts his hand, grimacing when blood-soaked fabric sticks to his palm and tugs on the wound. It would barely require a miracle to heal it, but he is currently quite comfortable in the limbo of not knowing whether the destruction of heaven and hell erased his celestial powers or not.

"Someone had to teach them the real difference between good and evil," Aziraphale continues lightly, leaning into the twisted mirror of their first conversation on the walls of Eden.

"I'm pretty sure they regret sending me up here to 'cause trouble' by now."

Trying and failing to sound humorous, Crowley bites back a groan. Fatigue washes over him wave after deadly wave, and he considers simply allowing himself to fall to the concrete floor when a hesitant arm slides around his waist and pulls him closer, conscious of his injuries.

Crowley freezes for a second before leaning into it, processing the sudden influx of touch and heat as one big, blurry embrace, and it is such a welcome contrast to the painful reality scratching at his bones that his eyes flutter shut. Aziraphale holds him both gently and as if he is never going to let go of him again; unsurprisingly, he finds he doesn't mind that at all.

They stand in amicable silence, swaying slightly without really meaning to, and although both of them want to go home, they cannot imagine a place that would fit that description better than each other's presence.

"You did the right thing," Aziraphale eventually says, and Crowley forces himself to blink up at him, blue meeting gold meeting love.

"With the apple, and trying to make me see the truth, and with not coming to heaven with me. I'm sorry I caused you so much pain." His voice breaks at the end, trailing off into an ocean of unspoken confessions and feelings, but Crowley is pretty sure he couldn't handle more anyway, not right now.

He presses a hand against Aziraphale's cheek to tilt his head towards him, grimacing when he leaves bloody prints behind.

"Angel." It's a name, an endearment, a prayer, a decree, a question. A curse, and a plea, and a promise.

"I'm still mad," is all Crowley whispers before nudging their lips together, tasting blood, ash, and the dawn of something entirely unknown and new.

I still love you, is what lies beneath it.

For the first time in their existence, they're truly free. When it begins to rain, they tip their faces towards the sky and welcome it home.

[justjensenanddean]

Jensen Ackles as Beau Arlen BIG SKY: Deadly Trails (2022) | 3.01 – “Do You Love An Apple”

[deaneverafter]

Something about Beau and Jenny being each other's second chance at a life and family, and each other's first chance at true love and happiness 🥺💕

Beau Arlen and Jenny Hoyt, Big Sky, Second Chances by Gregory Alan Isakov

[alwayscaskett810]

[beauarlen]

JENSEN ACKLES AS BEAU ARLEN IN 'BIG SKY: DEADLY TRAIL' (2022) || 3X13 'THAT OLD FEELING'.

[neteyamshoney]

Similarities

(This was kinda, very loosely, inspired by the song My Ex's Bestfriend by MGK)

Hey y'all. I had this idea in my head for awhile and I'm currently drafting a Neteyam x OC AU but I just had to get this out. After I'm done with that one, I'll expand on this one-shot. For now, enjoy a little fluff with my favorite blue giant :) Gif is also not mine. (I'm working on making pretty pics for the AU pic if anyone has tips to get those super cute ones I see on here lol)

Neteyam Sully x f!OC

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Ever since he could remember, Lo’ak had known his older brother to be everything he was not.

Brave. Strong. Intelligent. Accurate. Deadly. The perfect son.

They were so different. Day and night.

Though he loved to give him shit for it, Lo’ak understood the pressure his brother was under. Being the perfect heir to the clan, always having eyes on his every move, sounded like literal hell for the second son. He was secretly so glad that Neteyam was the oldest and not himself. He couldn’t imagine the mental stress that kind of pressure would put on him. How Neteyam didn’t have the urge to runaway from home and never return was a mystery to him.

It was only natural for Neteyam to focus solely on his duties as the perfect warrior and heir. It was all he had ever known, as soon as he was crawling (which of course was months before the average baby because of fucking course he was even advanced as a literal infant). As soon as the light lit up their world, Neteyam would be out - sharpening his knife, tuning his bow, practicing his hand to hand combat - before Lo’ak even rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The poor thing didn’t even have a social life outside of training with the other boys their age. There was no room for him to have any free time, even less to mingle with the young women of their age in their clan. 

It was painfully obvious that the girls of their clan favored Neteyam over his baby brother. The way the girls their age would huddle together, giggling with a hushed voice as the brothers would pass them at first was an ego boost, definitely. It became glaringly obvious that they were casting their love-struck eyes at his older brother, and while disgruntled at first, he could understand. However, his big brother was too busy living up to their father’s expectations to find love, much less a crush.

So, when Lo’ak was sitting next to Tsireya, listening to Roxto explain how to spear fish underwater, he noticed how Neteyam’s amber eyes glanced passed the Metkayina boy and his back straightened up. It wouldn’t have been odd, until Neteyam’s face softened into an expression he didn’t think he’d ever see on his no-nonsense brother. An expression he’d seen on his father whenever their mother would walk into his line of sight.

Love-struck.

With wide eyes, Lo’ak whipped his head to the side, following his brother’s line of vision without shame of being caught. Subtlety was not in his vocabulary and he wasn’t about to start now. The others around them, surprised by his sudden movement, followed suit.

Almost twenty feet away, there was the subject of Neteyam’s distraction. Staring right back at the oldest Sully boy with a bashful smile as she walked with a few of the other girls of her clan.

Yana.

Ao’nung was the first to recover from the shock of the new information, his blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the forest prince. “No fucking way. Not Yana. Pick another girl.”

Tsireya smacked the back of his head, glaring. “Stop using the sky language to curse. And Yana passed her trials. She is older than you, and can decide who she wants.”

Neteyam didn’t bother replying, probably not even listening as his eyes still trailed after the older girl. Bright eyes wandered down her back, hypnotized at how her long spiral curls swayed in time with the swing of her hip. She glanced back to him once more, wiggling her fingers with a wink that nearly sent his heart into cardiac arrest.

Lo’ak snapped him out of it, tugging on his arm band with a teasing glint in his eye. “Really? Tsireya’s older cousin?”

He had to hand it to Neteyam though, he sure knew how to pick a crush. Yana was arguably the most beautiful girl in the clan, second to Tsireya in Lo’ak’s personal opinion. They had met her family last night during the communal celebration. Ironically, it was in celebration to reward the newest members of the clan passing their trials; Yana being one of four. She was now recognized in the clan as an adult - the dark ink of a fresh tribal tattoo wrapping around her shoulder the first indication of her new status. There were many young men in the clan that had showered her in attention last night, but she had stayed close to the Sully family after being introduced by her parents.

Too wrapped up in Tsireya, Lo’ak hadn’t even paid his brother any attention last night. Seeing how love-sick he looked as Yana disappeared from view, he was slightly glad he didn’t witness anything that might’ve corrupted his innocent mind.

Kiri giggled to his side, “You’d better hurry and finish your trials, Neteyam.”

The chuckles around them made the topic of conversation duck his head, hiding the heating of his face by looking at the soft sand beneath them. It was common knowledge that only those who were seen as adults in the clans could pick a mate, and they didn’t need to voice it for him to understand the innuendo.

They poked fun at him for a few minutes until a shadow fell over Ao’nung. “You don’t mind if I steal the mighty warrior for a while, do you, little cousin?”

Yana grinned at the surprised faces of the younger teens, and felt her smile widen at Ao’nung’s pout. Her baby cousin was too protective for his own good. She placed a hand over his damp braids, feeling him relax slightly. “I promise to bring him back before dinner, hm?”

While the others had turned their attention to the newcomer, Lo’ak took this time to examine his brother. How his eyes light up when she first spoke, braids swishing around his head as he turned to give her his undivided attention. The look in his gaze was as if this girl had put the sun in the sky herself. As if no one around him mattered when she was near. The two love-brids made eye contact and Yana held out her hand.

Neteyam didn’t even hesitate to stand, sliding his larger hand into hers so the shorter Na’vi could pull him any which way she desired. Which was apparently somewhere only the two of them were going. They didn’t even bother with a wave goodbye.

As if in sync with each other, Lo’ak and Kiri made identical gagging noises. Neteyam was so whipped, it was downright nauseating.

Tsireya nudged him, laughing at the Sully’s immature reactions before trying to get them all to focus back on task at hand. A soft teal hand on his upper arm was all she needed to get his attention and those dimples made his heart do flips. He felt those sparkling blue eyes take all of his focus, not even bothering to stop himself as he smiled at her.

Maybe he and Neteyam weren’t that different after all.

[astraule]

"The Princess Has Returned"

Pairing: Lo’ak x Reader Tags: Mentions kidnapping, animal cruelty, crush, feeling lost within a community, bullying, fluff, reverse comfort. Y/N: She/Her Metkayina reader. Word Count: 2.1 K Summary: As you reminisce about your life on the island, you reveal your duties of being a princess and becoming a tsahik. Although you perceive your existence as boring, Lo’ak encourages you, highlighting the immense potential he sees in you. The narrative takes a turn when Lo’ak forms a bond with Payakan, prompting Tonowari to tell the legend of the first tulkun. Following this exchange, you and Lo’ak engage in a heartfelt conversation, deepening your connection.

Lo’ak POV: (Shore)

As I approached the shore, I spotted my siblings already there. "I wonder who they're so excited to see," Neteyam pondered, glancing back at me.

“The princess is back, my daughter Y/N has finally come home," Tonowari declared as the crowd made way for us to witness their reunion. At that moment, I saw a beautiful girl, around a year older than me, shedding tears of joy while being hugged by Tsireya, Ronal, Rotxo, and A’onung, all with Tonowari proudly watching over them.

Tsireya wiped her tears and said, "You need to fill us in on everything. Where have you been all these years?" Tonowari chimed in, "We'll talk about it over a big dinner. It's time to celebrate." The crowd cheered as Y/N simply smiled and waved, not saying a word.

(Celebration Dinner)

When we arrived at the festive dinner, Tonowari gestured for us to join him and his family, while the rest of the Metkayina sat with their own families. I quickly took the only available seat next to the princess. I have to admit, she definitely caught my attention.

 Tonowari rose to his feet, capturing the focus of the room as he began to address the crowd. "As we gather for dinner tonight, let's kick things off with a tale about my daughter's recent adventures before we dig in." Y/N expressed her gratitude to her father as she stood up, while Tonowari resumed his seat. I was taken aback by how clear Y/N's voice was.

The princess coughed lightly to get everyone's attention. "I'm sure you all recall the day I disappeared. I was trailing my father during a hunt when the sky people arrived in their deadly contraptions and attacked the Ilu I was riding. I fell into the water in the chaos, and in my panic, I swam away without thinking straight."

As I looked around, I noticed that some of the Metkayina had begun to sip their drinks, yet their plates remained untouched. It seemed that Tonowari’s authority reigned supreme here, second only to Eywa. Feeling a bit thirsty myself, I chose to follow suit, resisting the urge to reach for my plate despite my hunger.

“I missed the chance to search for my father, and by then, the stars had already begun to adorn the sky. I made the choice to scale a mountain in the heart of the ocean. As soon as I reached out and felt the supposed mountain, I realized it was unnaturally smooth. In an instant, I was seized and found myself caught in the deadly snare of the sky people.” Y/N carried on, feeling emotional.

“I didn't think I'd ever be reunited with my family," Y/N said, reaching out to squeeze Tsireya's shoulder. "During those years of hardship, I learned so much. I learned their language, I studied the way of the stars which they called astronomy, and I learned their destructive ways towards their own planet, among other things they taught me." By this moment, numerous Metkayina were starting to well up with tears, deeply moved by their feelings for their princess.

“I've spent years learning everything I could to break free from the torment and go back to the village. However, they continued to exploit me for…” Y/N covered her mouth with her hand, tears welling up in her eyes once again. "They used me for their vile schemes to attack tulkun," she confessed before sitting down and leaning into Tsireya's comforting embrace.

The news spread like wildfire, causing an uproar among the people. "To use the princess for evil purposes, we must seek retribution," they cried out. "This is not our battle and now we have my daughter back. I will not let her slip away again. If the sky people dare to start a war with us, we will be ready. But for now, my focus is on my family. Today is a day of celebration, after all," Tonowari declared firmly as the Metkayina took a seat and began to eat.

I glanced discreetly at Y/N while she ate, noticing the tears glistening on her eyelashes and the puffy look of her eyes, making them appear a deeper shade of blue in the corners. Caught in my observation, she turned her head to meet my gaze. After swallowing her food, she remarked, "I don't believe we've been introduced..." with a sniffle.

With a mouthful of food, I proudly declared, "my name’s Lo'ak," eliciting a chuckle from her. The noisy room made it feel like we were in our own little world, which I appreciated. "It’s good to have some difference, Lo'ak." Y/N mentioned as she wiped the corners of her mouth with a woven handkerchief.

Was she mocking me for being different? A creature of demon blood, a strange being with five fingers - what was she implying? "What's the significance of that?" I murmured, feeling my cheeks flush a darker shade of blue. Would this beautiful girl also join in on making fun of me?

"You really don’t know me well, Lo’ak. For example, I was always a bit odd, which only pushed my family to mold me even more into the princess image." A smile crept across her face as she spoke. Oh Eywa, she wasn’t mocking me… she was genuinely trying to connect. "Just give it a few minutes, then follow me," she whispered before rising from the ground.

“Thanks for the meal, dad. I think I'll head out, but please don't rush your dinner on my account. I'll be waiting for you at home.” Y/N said before walking away, and after 10 minutes, I informed my parents that I wanted to take a refreshing swim before heading back to our place.

(Shore)

There she sat at the water's edge, gazing up at the stars above. Truly, she was one of the most stunning girls I had ever seen. The way her sanhi shimmered in the moonlight could enchant anyone who looked her way. I took a seat beside her, choosing silence to preserve the serene atmosphere she had created. 

"Honestly, getting kidnapped was just the worst experience ever," she laughed, attempting to lighten the mood. "I can only imagine, but at least you’re back home now," I replied, glancing over at her and tilting my head to take in her expression.

"Home... yes, home," she said, her voice trailing off into silence, leaving me to wonder what I might have done to upset her. "The most significant part of not being at home is realizing what it feels like to be trapped. No matter where I wander, I never truly feel free." As she spoke, she stretched her hand toward the stars, as if attempting to grasp one.

The more she talked, the more I saw just how alike yet different we were. "All I can see for myself on this island is being a princess and training to be a tsahik. And when I'm older, I'll be the tsahik of the village. Sounds like a dull life, doesn't it?" She remarked, letting her hand fall to her side.

“I believe it's anything but boring; you possess so much potential to achieve that and even greater things. The village relies on you because they recognize your abilities.” I wanted to uplift her spirits. "You know, Lo’ak, I might not have experienced the constant struggle of war like you have, but I often find myself wishing I could live your life..." she said, resting her head on my shoulder.

“I understand that's not what you're looking for, I'm not ignoring your experiences... I mean, you were abducted. You've already been through so much in your life.” As I spoke, there was a brief pause, and I could hear her softly crying.

After 10 minutes of quiet with only the sound of water and her sniffles, I made the decision to break the silence. "Even though we just met today, I really hope that our friendship will last a long time. So, if there's ever a time of conflict, stay strong Y/N. Don't let me-” I paused to clear my throat, realizing I was about to say something foolish. “I mean... don't let anyone lose you after you've just come back." And with that, I stopped speaking.

Y/N POV: (3 Month’s Later, Shore)

As I was calmly returning some of the fish the fishermen had caught to my father, a sudden uproar caught my attention. I could hear my brother chatting with Kiri, but then a voice that sounded just like Lo’ak’s rang out, demanding everyone’s focus. Realizing I needed to abandon my task and hurry over, I felt a sense of urgency; otherwise, things might spiral out of control.

When I arrived, I noticed how those boys picked on Lo’ak simply because he stood out from the crowd. “Please, just leave us alone,” Kiri begged, but her words did little to deter my brother’s relentless teasing.

Neteyam defended them, saying, “You heard her, just leave them be.” His words made A’onung take a step back. However, as the Sully’s turned to leave, my brother couldn’t help but keep badmouthing them. Before I could jump in to stop him, things spiraled out of control.

(Metkayina Docks. After the Three Brother’s Incident)

"What were you thinking, leaving him all by himself back there, A’onung?" I shouted at my brother, who merely rolled his eyes at my outburst. "Chill out, some of us are already searching for him," A’onung shot back.

Various villagers exclaimed, "They found the boy, they found him," as I let out a heavy sigh. "We'll discuss this later," I replied, attempting to move toward Lo'ak, but my father stepped in front of me, halting my progress.

As Lo’ak’s parents confronted him, my father chose to share his perspective. “No, my son understands the dangers of venturing beyond the reef. The responsibility lies with him,” he stated, compelling A’onung to kneel in a gesture of remorse.

Lo’ak’s parents were about to take him home when he suddenly spoke up, saying, “No, it was my idea.” I attempted to shake my head to silence him, but he persisted, adding, “He tried to talk me out of it.” That was all he managed to say before his father forcefully pulled him away. My mother questioned A’onung, who looked regretful, but I could tell he wouldn't trouble Lo’ak again. I was going to go find Lo’ak, but my father stopped me.

"What’s your relationship with the Sully boy?" my father asked, trying to pry as I shrugged off his grip. "He’s... just a friend, Dad," I replied, signaling for him to drop the subject before walking away. "Just a friend, huh?" he mused, glancing at my mom, who simply laughed.

(After Lo’ak bonding with Payakan)

“You allowed him to bond with the outcast.” My mother's anger made me take a step back and gulp. "Y/N," my father said, catching my attention. "Out of everyone, you disappoint me, daughter," he shook his head as I lowered mine. 

"And you, the child of a legendary warrior, should know better." My father addressed Lo’ak, who only responded by recalling how Payakan had come to his rescue. I attempted to hush him, but my efforts were in vain. My father let out a deep sigh. "Take a seat," he instructed, and Lo’ak listened. "I said, SIT DOWN!" my father shouted, making Tsireya flinch in fear as we all fell silent and took our seats.

My father began telling the tale of the first tulkun, explaining how they were forbidden from killing each other and how Payakan became an outcast. “I apologize, sir, but you are mistaken,” Lo’ak retorted. “Lo’ak, you are speaking to Olo’eyktan-” his mother began, but her husband interrupted. “That’s enough!” he whispered sharply to Lo’ak.

Lo’ak insisted, “I have my own knowledge.” His father looked at my dad and said, “That’s enough. I’ll handle this.” Then he took Lo’ak aside. My dad urged A’onung and Tsireya to go, but when they didn't budge, he yelled at them to get moving. His shout finally got them to leave, leaving me alone with my parents. I could already feel a lecture coming on.

(Beach Edge)

I caught Lo’ak's attention and said, "I witnessed something today... you have been chosen by tulkun." He began defending Payakan's innocence, and I eventually trusted him. "Lo’ak... by the tulkun's standards, he is a murderer," I added.

“He admitted his mistake, promising never to repeat it,” Lo’ak mentioned, all the while looking at me with those pleading eyes that melted my heart. "We have to inform my father," I said with a heavy sigh. "No, I'm already in deep trouble," he replied, reaching out to grab my arm.

I attempted to explain to him, "Perhaps they will comprehend." "No chance," he replied. "The entire clan despises me. All they see is demon blood." He gestured with his hand, showing his 5 fingers, which were completely different from my 4-fingered hand.

I clasped two of his fingers as I spoke. "I see you, Lo'ak."

I really hope that was enjoyable to read. Lately I've been having problems with making up ideas to write but if you guys have any ideas totally let me know. I was planning to have Y/N speak some English but maybe in another fanfic.