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please… just give me the pants…

Inktober Day 7: You want it darker, we kill the flame.

The Tribunal

Art for the original "Tribunal" concept for TES 3 which was to take place in Summerset.

Art by Clyde Cadwell

Maggie: Oh God. Oh my God. Reactor 2 is having a meltdown. What do you mean the control rods are stuck? What the fuck, what-

Selin: P U S S Y I N B I O

The Art Of Hunting || Neteyam & Lo’ak x fem!Omaticaya reader

Summary: You are interrupted by Neteyam's younger brother during your hunting lesson.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff (and Lo'ak interfering with a hunt lesson😋)

Word count: 1900

Author: Rouge

A/N: prior to reading, it’s important to know that: this is my very first attempt at writing for Avatar ✤ the reader is female Omaticaya ✤ a few things are in Na'vi language (I hope they were translated correctly) ✤ some Pandoran creatures are mentioned in the fic ✤ you'll find a glossary underneath the fic

There was no doubt that Pandoran forests were one of the most beautiful, breathtaking sights on the planet. Those forests, filled with greenery and sometimes interspersed with rivers and lakes, have been home to many creatures, both small and large. Within the darkness entwined with light, harmony, so coveted, seemed alive, bonding everything together.

It was a beautiful sight to see the river in its generous curves, glinting blue amid the leafy green. As she drummed and rustled, the clear water echoed through the canopy of trees. As a result, the river invited all souls to dance, rumbling quietly and flowing with her current. A soil rich in brown hues, along with fleshy, lush green leaves, combined to create a three-dimensional wonderland that captured the attention of onlookers willing to slow down and absorb soft rays of sunlight falling through ancient branches and flowing down to the forest floor.

Upon hearing Neteyam whisper ‘breathe’ in a calm tone, your ears perked up.

As slowly as possible, you turned your face towards him, watching how focused the oldest Sully brother was - his eyes opened wide and his nose twitched as he sniffed the wet scent of the forest floor. “Neteyam…” Attempting to whisper, you were quickly hushed by his hand being raised up in the air and his brief glance that told you to keep silent. Hunting had been one of your most difficult struggles - you weren't much of a hunter and many Na'vi told you not to worry about getting better at it, and instead concentrate on herbology. When the last sun rays kissed the forest and heathland, and when the greens and purples morphed into gray under the eclipse, yeriks went out to forage.

As Neteyam instructed, he kept his tone low, barely moving his lips as he spoke, "Remember, Y/N, bow and arrow are mere tools. You must shoot with the heart." With the last rays of setting sun, his yellowish eyes glistened with focus.

As you nodded, remembering the last time Neteyam took you hunting - because of your careless behavior, the whole yerik flock got spooked and ran before you could strike any targets.

Neteyam stood behind you and made sure you stretched the bowstring sufficiently; soon, his left hand was placed underneath your chest, on your upper tummy; your ears perked as you instinctively drew in some air - when Neteyam was close, especially that dangerously close to you as he was then, you had trouble concentrating.

Neteyam was adept at reading unobvious signs - a little grin glinted across his lips as he kept his composure, not giving you any indication he was aware of the slight change in your behavior.

While supporting your right elbow with his other hand, the oldest Sully brother whispered, "Focus now, Y/N."

Because he had five fingers instead of four, it always made you giggle when he was actually touching you - no exceptions were made this time.

The laughter of yours only lasted for a half-second, but it caused yeriks to stop grazing and look carefully around, turning into attentive mode.

In spite of this, Neteyam did not resign from hunting wild prey. As he moved his head so close to you, only an inch or two separated his lips from your cheek, he whispered directly into your ear, "Y/N, what did I just say?"

Trying desperately to calm your heartbeat, you prayed that he wouldn't feel the heat radiating from your body. “That I need to focus.”

"Focus then," he instructed you, his voice soft as a northern breeze, his tone nothing more than a whisper.

Another brief nod was given by you in response. Using all your strength, you stretched the bowstring as far as you could and aimed for the individual grazing grass on the sidelines. Your focus was the channeling of your spirit, of your true self within, so as you focused you could learn a few things about yourself - for instance, that you could hold your breath long enough to stretch the bowstring to the point where it started to cut into the flesh of your fingers.

“Fire,” Neteyam whispered into your ear.

Your shot was interrupted by another figure approaching, making such a fuss that the entire yerik flock fled.

As Lo'ak crouched against his older brother, inspecting a clump of grass carefully, he tilted his head and looked up at Neteyam, saying, "Mother was looking for you, bro. I won't lie, she was pissed you were out after the eclipse."

Neteyam's response was straightforward, as always - he hit his younger brother's head from behind, lightly enough to not hurt him. "So you've found us, brother. What's wrong with you, though? Didn't you notice we were hunting?"

Lo'ak's shoulder shifted a bit as he spoke, "I observed you for a while, and all I saw was you flirting heavily with our Y/N."

Your cheeks began to flush as you gasped a quiet 'stop’ - turning your head aside to conceal the redness you breathed out deeply.

A snarl of anger was heard from Neteyam as he displayed his teeth at Lo'ak. "Quit it, brother. Let's head home, the last thing I need is for the father to get angry as well."

The younger brother chuckled and poked your ribs with his index finger a little. "How was the hunting? No kills this time as well, huh? Quit trying, Y/N, you're not a hunter. You won't become one because you hang out so much with Neteyam.”

Your ears perked a few times quickly as you hissed at him. "Lo'ak!"

“What?!” Lo'ak leapt nimbly off a rock ledge you and Neteyam were using for vantage point. “Come on, let’s move up!”

You watched the two brothers slowly walk off, smiling gently to yourself - their relationship was so emotional, but despite the fact that they fought easily, it was so beautiful to watch them interact with one another - there was no doubt that they shared a strong fraternal bond. A wooden bow was slung over your shoulder, and you picked up a quiver filled with arrows that you adorned with some leaves and features before joining Sully brothers.

In the dark of night, Lo'ak walked first, leading the way back home. He was always the first one everywhere, always so curious, never satisfied with the status quo, always seeking for something new to discover.

The long steps you took aligned you with Neteyam, who reluctantly followed his brother, holding his bow firmly in hand. As you stared at him, you engaged him in a small conversation, "You seem angry, Net."

As the three of you crossed the large field, a group of resting kentens rose into the sky. This made Neteyam and you stop to marvel at the luminous magenta and purple discs that floated to safety on the branches of an old, nearby tree.

Taking a glance over his shoulder, Neteyam checked to make sure his younger brother was far enough. Putting on his ionar once he was certain, he turned to you. "It's not that," he replied quickly, trying to dismiss the topic.

With your quiver slung over the same shoulder as your bow, you crossed your hands over your chest, giving him a significant glance, the tip of your nose twitching a tad.

“What?” His tail wiggled rapidly.

You touched his chest with your slender fingertips and whispered, "Neteyam, I know you long enough to be sure you harbor anger within you."

Taking a deep breath, Neteyam placed his hand on top of yours that rested on his chest, then placed his other hand on your cheek to caress the smooth surface of your skin. “There was just one thing I hoped for. A few alone moments with you, Y/N."

As you snuggled your cheek into his warm, welcoming palm, you curled your lips into a sweet smile; your eyes never left his. "The plenty of occasion will come, oeyä yawntu," you said, wiggling your tail slowly.

The gaze of Neteyam was intense as he stared down at you. Your smile was the sun, it was the silencing of all the noises, it was both the cage and the ever-wide open door, leading to unknown places. It wasn't long before Neteyam got lost in the depth of your eyes and the warmth of your little grin. “Is your word a promise, yawntutsyìp?”

A slight tilt of your head indicated a nod. “Yes.”

A strong embrace encased your slim figure as Neteyam pulled you closer. After removing his ionar, he lowered his head slowly, resting his forehead gently against yours; his tail danced a bit with yours, wrapping itself around yours from time to time. "I love you, Y/N," he whispered softly.

When you slipped your palm across his chest and rested it against his heart, you replied, "Nga yawne lu oer."

After returning to check on you two, Lo'ak called out, "Guys! Are you two going to stand in the middle of the forest, like idiots, snuggling now? Seriously?”

A low growl escaped Neteyam's lips as he put his ionar back on. “This is none of your business. Get your ass back on the ikran."

"I'm not the one whose shenanigans cause us problems, bro," Lo'ak laughed, but followed his older brother's order.

As Neteyam's ikran spotted him approaching, it roared and wiggled its wings several times, lowering its head to greet his Na'vi.

Ikran's elongated snout was stroked by Neteyam as he jumped on its back, helping you up as well. Neteyam connected his queue to the ikran, and the beast was ready to fly. "Y/N, are you alright?" Neteyam asked softly as he wrapped his arms around your tummy to keep you from falling.

"Yes," you replied shortly. "Let's head home."

Neteyam ordered ikran to take off with a nod.

Before soaring, ikran roared once more, spreading its large wings.

It was fascinating to watch Lo'ak glide smoothly with his ikran in the air. The voice of Neteyam jolted you out of your thinking. “You know what?”

“Hmmm?” You mumbled, holding tightly onto his ikran’s neck.

"The thought of being back home excites me so much."

“Why is that? I thought you sought every opportunity to leave home to taste the adventure and beauty of the world," you questioned as you turned a little to look at him.

“That’s true, indeed. However, the mere thought of snuggling with you to sleep melts my heart," Neteyam replied as he moved his head slightly to kiss your lips. “Don't forget, this is just between us. It is likely Lo'ak would not leave me alone if he knows.”You knew he was right - Lo'ak was the first one to pick on his older brother, and if he only knew Neteyam had a soft side, he wouldn't give up so easily. “Don’t worry, I know.” Your palm rested on his cheek as you kissed his lips once more, a little longer this time. "Oeyä Neteyam, you mean the world to me."

Love was a protector, a defender, a ride-or-die connection that was there for you always and in every way. It had raw power and could roar, but also, you would find comfort in its quietness, if needed. In the end, the real love you were sharing with Neteyam was the greatest blessing Eywa could grant you, and so you chose to cherish it.

Glossary:

yerik - hexapede

kenten - fan lizard

ikran - mountain banshee

ionar - rider’s mask

oeyä yawntu - my beloved

oeyä - my

yawntutsyìp - darling

nga yawne lu oer - I love you

2019 - The Films, The Posters

I left for three seconds…

Hush

Bucky x femreader

Fluff, sweetness,

Tw: trauma

A/N: I just wanted a sweet little scene where the reader reassures Bucky. 🥹

Enjoy 🤘🏼

You were awoken to the sound of Bucky gasping. Your eyes flew open, expecting to see danger looming just over your face, but instead you were met with darkness.

“Bucky?” Your voice called in the emptiness.

You felt the presence of him beside you. The bed you two shared rattled a bit as Bucky tried to catch his breath.

“I’m here doll,” he finally choked out.

You reached over and flicked on the beside lamp. A soft yellow light illuminated the room as you sat up in bed. Bucky was hunched over the side of the mattress, his bare back glistened in sweat as he took deep breaths to steady himself. You leaned towards him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Nightmares again?”

He shook his head weakly.

“Memories.” He whispered in a broken voice.

Your heart broke for him, as it had a million times when it came to Bucky. It was going to be a bad night. You slipped out of bed, taking care to wrap your robe around your body. He didn’t question you as you made your way from the bedroom down the hallway into the kitchen.

Your new apartment was bare, and boxes still littered the floor, some half opened and some still full of random stuff. You dug around one of the boxes until you found a couple of clean mugs and placed them on the counter. You found a pot from the drying rack and filled it with water and set it to boil.

You found the tea easily enough. You had used it only a few nights ago for the same occasion. Once the water was not enough you sifted the tea and arranged the mugs, making sure to add lemon and honey to both. It was not a certain fix, but making tea seemed like a better alternative than doing nothing at all.

As you re-entered the bedroom, mugs in hand, Bucky was sitting upright, leaning against the headboard. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted up against the wood. You paused for a moment, wondering what horrible images flashed behind his eyes. What memories had caused that sort of disturbed awakening. You carefully sat down beside him, placing the mugs on his nightstand table.

His eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a small smile.

“Thanks doll.”

You placed a hand on his cheek, and used your thumb to stroke his stubbled chin. He began to raise his arm to hold your hand closer to him, but the sight of his metal arm made him stop in his tracks. His arm returned to his side and he looked away from you. You felt your heart deflate a bit in your chest.

“Would talking about it help?” You asked gently.

“It’s nothing you don’t already know,” he murmured. It had taken time, a long and strenuous time for Bucky to open up about his past. The Winter Soldier loomed over his conscious like a dark shadow that no amount of light seemed to be able to erase. “Just go back to sleep doll, I’ll be fine.”

You eyed him, knowing better than to listen to him. But you grabbed your tea and made your way to your side of the bed. You made yourself comfortable under the covers, taking a few sips of the warm tea that filled your belly. You returned the mug to the night stand and laid down next to Bucky, scooting yourself as close to him as possible, until your head was by his thigh. He was wearing sweatpants that were soft against your skin.

Bucky gave you an amused look, and a smile threatened to tip the edges of his lips. You stretched out like a cat, extending your arms and legs dramatically, letting your fingers graze his bare chest and claw their way gently down until they returned to your side. Bucky seemed to enjoy this. He used his right arm, his arm, to gently stroke your face. It was a soft gesture, sweet and simple, but even that was enough to bring heat to your face.

“This reminds me of Spain,” you murmured, basking in the gentle heat of the moment.

“Does it?” He asked. His fingers found themselves in your hair, mindlessly twirling strands around.

“Well, not the first half of that trip, but definitely the second. Remember, after the beach?”

Bucky snorted, his movement rattled you a bit.

“I remember you taking on a hydra ship single handed in the dead of night. You were nearly killed.”

“See, again the first half of the trip wasn’t very fun, although I quite enjoyed sinking that ship.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. He slid further underneath the covers and curled up next to you. You scooted yourself closer, using his arm as a pillow.

“And after that?” Bucky asked softly.

You let your hand trail his bare chest. Your fingertips moved across his upper half, drawing mindless designs on his body until you reached the seam of where metal met skin. You slowly retracted your hand, out of fear of pushing him away.

“Don’t you remember?” You teased.

Bucky gave a wicked grin. “I remember being quite angry with you, for being so reckless. I reprimanded you back at the hideaway house while also bandaging your wounds.”

"Wounds sounds so dramatic. I remember it as a simple scratch."

"Simple, huh?" he challenged.

His fingers tugged at the collar of your robe, exposing your bare shoulder to the night air. There was a long jagged scar that ran up the length of your collarbone. It was dangerously close to your neck.

His trailed the scar with the tips of his fingers, sending chills up your spine.

“I remember being scared that day,” he admitted. His eyes bore into yours, his expression turning sad as he scanned your face. “I thought I might lose you, without ever being able to tell you how I felt. I thought I would lose the chance…”

You tipped your head to his and placed a hand on his face. “But you didn’t,” you whispered. It had taken years for Bucky to admit the feelings he had for you. Not because he didn’t love you in that time, but because he felt as if he didn’t deserve you.

He had wanted to make amends. To settle his soul and his peace with the life he had been forced to live for so long. He wanted to start his life with you as one without guilt, one without shame. But even after finding solace, the past still haunted him.

He gave you a soft smile as he kissed the top of your forehead. “No, I didn’t.”

“Do you know what I remember from that mission?”

“Aside from almost dying?”

"Yes, aside from that."

Bucky just gave a small laugh and a sigh.

"Tell me then," Bucky murmured against your forehead. His lips began to travel down as he kissed a trail from your head to your cheek and then the edge of your jaw. Your eyes fluttered at the touch, and your hand gripped his head gently as your fingers ran up to his hair, wanting him to continue.

“That’s when I realized I loved you.” You said a bit breathlessly.

He stopped kissing you, his lips hovered in the base of your neck. Bucky returned his gaze to meet yours, his expression unbelievably soft. “That was the day you realized?” He let out a soft laugh.

You nodded. “I think it was when you were yelling at me, that vein at the top of your head looked like it was close to bursting.”

The two of you laughed. It was nice to hear him laugh. You let your hands continue to explore his chest.

“You were angry, and rightly so, but even then you were so gentle with me. Your hands shook when you wrapped the bandage around my shoulder, almost as if you were too afraid that you might hurt me. You stayed up talking with me all night when the pain was too much for me to sleep. It was... tenderness that I had never expected from you."

You flattened your hand over Bucky's heart, feeling the soft beat emminate from within.

"I had never been cared for like that before. I never realized how much my existence mattered until you.”

Bucky chuckled. “So me playing doctor won over your heart?”

You smiled at him and flicked his nose.

“No, silly. You were there for me when I needed you most. You loved me, in your own wonderful little way, before you even realized you were telling me. You made me fall in love with you that day, it tends to overshadow everything else, even the scars."

Bucky looked thoughtful for a moment. His eyes softened as he looked you over. “I never knew that moment was so special for you,” he said.

You smiled. “I wanted to give you a new memory,” you said gently. “One that brings you as much happiness as it does to me. It can be a moment we share together now. Forever. And I promise, no matter how long it takes, I will remind you everyday of all the moments that you've made special in my life. I have enough memories to chase away a thousand sleepless nights.”

Tears welled up in Bucky’s eyes. In that instant you knew the nightmare would no longer haunt him that night. There would be other nights, sure. Nights where the past threatened to encroach on the further, but you were un afraid. You would be there to fight that battle with him, and any other battle that came your way.

“How I love you, y/n,” Bucky murmured. He leaned his body on his side, using both of his hands to grip your face. His cool metallic arm sent chills down your spine, but you held his hands there to prevent him from pulling away. You love him. All of him.

“And I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. With all of my heart.”

A small smile spread across his face. His eyes seemed weary, as if sleep had finally begun to win its battle for the night. It would win, he knew it as well as you, but before it did, Bucky leaned closer until his lips met yours. He was soft and gentle, the movement of him was sweet like a lullaby. He murmured your name against your mouth, and he stroked the side of your face with unbearable tenderness.

You lazily reached across the bed until your hand found the light switch to the lamp. Once the light was off, Bucky pulled you in closer, wrapping his arms around you tightly as his chest heaved even, long peaceful breaths as he fell into a calm slumber.

I love them… SO much