#stop shipping james with his brother's brother you're weird!

[kayrma]

no way i'm going through the jily tag and being bombarded by jegulus posts when i literally have jegulus blacklisted i fucking hate this new wave of marauders teenagers

[lexithwrites]

10 or 11, any Regulus ship. They just scream Regulus

pining prompts

10. "Why don't you get it?" + 11. "Is it not obvious? Am I doing something wrong?" (jegulus)

James was quiet as he watched Regulus put his clothes back on, just taking a moment to watch him move and sigh as he fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. It was like a routine, now. Text, hookup, Regulus leaves. It was stupid to get so upset over it, really, because this was the arrangement from the beginning. Regulus wanted to lose his virginity and James was single and happy to give him a good experience. And then the good experiences kept happening...

James knew Regulus assumed it would be a one time thing, but there was a mutual benefit to their arrangement. They both got to feel good without being tied down to something serious, and they trusted each other, it was perfect.

Except when it wasn't, because now James had...feelings. A lot of feelings, actually, because sex to him wasn't just something he did without emotions. Seeing Regulus underneath him, on top of him, it was so much. He felt a connection and he knew Regulus didn't feel it back but...maybe there was a chance?

If only he didn't just up and leave every time, then maybe they could talk.

And that's why James opened his mouth. "Do you...want to stay tonight?" He asked, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. Regulus almost jumped because he hadn't expected it.

"Stay?" He asked, glancing at James over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I mean...it's late." A lame excuse. "And we've been drinking so I can't drive you." Slightly better excuse.

"I can Uber back."

"Oh. Yeah...I guess." Regulus was frowning at him as he trailed off his sentence. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're being weird. I don't like when you're weird." Regulus put a hand on the bed and turned his body to face James, and he suddenly felt exposed. He was still naked under the sheets, and there was no part of him Regulus hadn't seen now, but he felt more vulnerable than ever. Why did he open his mouth?

"I'm not trying to be."

"Well, you are. What's wrong?"

James swallowed. "We don't have to talk about this, Reg."

"Talk about what?" Regulus blinked. He really didn't know, did he?

"Us. What we're doing. How it...makes me feel." That shifted something. Regulus straightened his back and watched him for a while, making James squirm under his gaze. It was like when he rode him and grabbed his chin, forcing them to lock eyes. It was so...hypnotising.

"What exactly do you feel?" Regulus eventually asked.

"I...like what we do," James started, reaching over the bed to grab his glasses from the nightstand. "but...I don't like the way I feel after when...when you go. It makes me feel...used? Like, I'm some living dildo that you're putting back in the drawer." Regulus' eyebrows shot up and James hurriedly shook his head. "That came out weird—"

"You think I think you're my dildo?"

"No, I just—" James waved his hand at him for some kind of emphasis. "You always leave right away and I just...I feel like that's all I'm good for now. To you, at least." Silence. James really wished he'd just let Regulus leave because this was uncomfortable. He always had to open his big fucking mouth.

"Is it not obvious? Did I do something wrong?" Now that, he hadn't expected. Regulus looked sad then, his eyes seemed to change. James blinked. "I thought you understood..."

"I know this is just a friends with benefits thing—"

"No it isn't." Regulus shut him down quicker than they both expected. "No, no this isn't...I don't think of you like that, Jamie." James' stomach fluttered. That nickname... "I don't want you to think this is all you're good for, christ. I...why don't you get it?"

"Get what? Stop speaking in riddles, you're starting to sound like your brother."

Regulus huffed at that. "I'm serious. I thought you knew the moment I asked you."

"Asked me what?" James frowned.

"To take my virginity...you really think I'd ask someone I saw as a friend to do that?" James was quiet for a while before his brain finally gave him the answer.

"You...oh...oh! You...like me?" Regulus rolled his eyes and crawled back up the bed, sitting on the sheets covering James' lap and smiling down at him.

"You are the smartest, most loyal, compassionate and funny man I know. But you are also sometimes the stupidest." Regulus leaned down and James moved up, their lips meeting and making them both sigh in relief. "I should have said something properly, I know." Regulus whispered, stroking James' cheek. "But I just...I was hoping you'd figure it out this way...because I was scared to say it out loud."

"I...like you too." James managed to get out as he stared up at Regulus in awe. "I'm...I should have said something too—"

"Your mouth is usually pretty occupied when we're together." James' cock twitched under the sheets. Regulus smirked.

"Shut up."

"I'm not saying anything."

"You just did." James poked his nose and Regulus giggled. "So...why would you leave?"

"I thought you'd prefer that?" He said sadly. "I don't know why, you've never told me to leave. I think I just got nervous that you didn't see me that way either. At least...afterwards. But then I'd see how you look at me during sex and I just got this feeling in my chest...yeah, he feels the same."

"You got that from a look?" James grinned.

"And the fact you moan my name at the same time."

"Okay, now you're making fun of me."

"Never." Regulus kissed him again. "So...I can stay?"

"Please."

[starrywooyo]

treasure: one

synopsis: when y/n gets whooshed into an alternate universe, an adventure: one with pirates and monsters and much, much more

pairing: ot8! pirate ateez x fem! reader

genre: pirate au!!

!!warnings(per chapter)!! - descriptions of death, blood, wounds, abuse and assault [bellow cut!]

notes: I got this idea from a couple of my favourite movies: pirates of the Caribbean and the chronicles of Narnia

word count: 3.4k

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Boring. 

That is the way you'd describe the day you're having. 

stuck in the old ‘ancient’ mansion of a house in the countryside that your grandparents own. and the worst of all: no internet. How are you gonna listen to your favourite music group and keep up with them? plus you've got your transfer student opportunity coming up

what are you supposed to do for the entirety of the time you're staying with them whilst your parents are away on their ‘business trip’ again. it's always no sooner that they are back, that they leave again.

Now don't get it wrong. you love your grandparents but it would be much better if your parents left you back at home where you have your friends and internet actual Wi-Fi so you can do things. but no. you're stuck here with your younger and older siblings.

...

So here you are sitting in the library reading some random book you picked, sprawled along the couch with your older brother sitting at the opposite side of the room at a table trying to read but being pestered by your younger brother and sisters. 

‘The ship swayed side to side, waves splashing over the deck.

bodies littered the deck from the opposing crew.

blood everywhere.

the injured pirate captain stands. blood oozing from his wounds,

he picks up his sword and then…’

you're pulled from your book with your younger brother's whines and you sigh again watching the argument.

“Come on James, play with us. we're bored by ourselves..” your younger brother pushed for what seemed to be the 100th time.

James sighed 

“Please Callum go bother Y/n or someone else... I'm trying to study,” James explained.

And so with that your siblings turned to you with hopeful eyes, just before you could say anything your Grandma popped her head in the door.

“oh come on now dears, you both have been in here all day nearly, would it hurt to spend some time with each other? tell you what. why don't you all play a game hmm? Maybe outside like tag or ball if not that then this is a very big house with lots of places to hide” she looks at each of you with her hinting.

“you know your parents used to love playing hide and seek here, Y/n. James, you did too so why don't you play with your siblings  and give them the fun of exploring the house too?” your grandma said.

you look at your siblings and James pipes up.

“I'll join only if Y/n does”

you sighed bookmarking your book, you stand keeping it with you. 

“fine.”

James nods “okay then, you all can hide and I will count” 

...

wandering the halls, the voice of James counting to 100 gets more distant. you walk by old paintings and other weird artefacts your grandparents keep.

you come to a stop at a random door, quite far from James and hopefully your younger siblings. opening the door you find most of the furniture still covered with dust sheets, you figure this room was long forgotten due to the old paint cans still laying around. oh well. at least you've got some quiet to read your book for a while.

peeling back the sheet on the lounge couch you brush off any dust that could be there and make yourself comfortable and reopen your book getting lost in the pages..

you don't know how long you've been in this room but you find yourself still to be hidden or either forgot about. closing your book you finally decide to take a look around the room.

It's a huge, spacious room with all its furniture covered. the walls a simple cream colour and wooden floorboards with a large bay and stained glass window and a writing desk placed where the light shines. all in all not much to the room. it was probably going to be a private study for someone..

What catches your interest though is the large painting on the wall, it's a beautiful painting of the ocean, a ship adorning the waves on the canvas. you find yourself drawn to the painting. 

it almost looks as though the waves are actually moving, but that would be crazy.... right? 

water suddenly starts pouring out from the painting.

you laugh. you're most definitely seeing things. this isn't real. it wasn't till the water level started rising you began to panic. you yank the door handle to open the door. it stays shut. since when was the door locked!!? 

the water now just below your chest: the window! The Height of the room was only the second floor. You could jump from this height, no problem! the window doesn't open.

the room seemingly seems to get smaller, is that ship getting closer in the painting? 

The water level still rising, you take a deep breath as the water covers you.

the wooden furniture starts to float around you. 

you begin to swim up to get the last bit of air before it disappears. this was it. you were going to drown.

reaching the surface. you find the blue sky above your head and you in the ocean.

you quickly swim to the writing table to hold onto to keep you afloat. The water is freezing.

looking around you see the large ship coming your way.

“Man overboard!” and someone jumps in the water and swims towards you.

you get dropped onto the deck, the water dripping from you. 

you're surrounded by a group of men. 

“Now, now. what do we have 'er” a man walked through the group. a large hat on his head.

ah. pirates.

He puts his sword under your chin and lifts your head. and hums 

“a woman? now what shall we do with you eh..” he says. 

 a crew member pipes up.

“Captain, all do respect but we can't 'ave a woman onboard the ship. it's dangerous and a bad omen too might i add” he says.

Bad omen? who does this ass think he is.

the captain nods his head.

“hmm you're right. We are headed to land. suppose we could sell 'er and get some shillings for her. throw er in the brig” the captain says with a smirk on his face.

a song of ‘aye aye's’ follow and you are grabbed by 2 muscular men and dragged down the steps of the ship.

you struggle and yell your demands to be let go, which go unheard, as you're thrown into the wet damp cell under the ship. It stinks. the leaked water sloshes as the ship moves on the water, slowly you feel yourself become seasick. you clearly don't have sea legs yet.

...

the ship coming to a rough stop jolts you awake, the cell door flung open. you're grabbed up to your feet by the captain and your hands are tied.

“Sorry 'bout this missy. you'll forgive me right?” he smirks showing his disgusting teeth.

you're then dragged off the deck, to the dock and dragged through whatever place you're in now.

you tug on your restraints but to no avail and get yanked back.

you're then pulled into some shop by the captain and he talks to the man at the desk.

“Ahhh how can I help ya captain, here to buy?” the man with glasses asks

the captain laughs

“no, not this time, i'm actually here to sell” he gestures to you “her”

the man leans over the desk to get a better look at you.

“ooh she's a beauty she is. sell for a fine price she will captain. But what's with her clothes eyy?” the glasses man asked. 

the captain scans over you. 

“d'know found her like that in the water, must've been shipwrecked or sumthin” he said

The glasses man nods his head.

“very well captain. sale is in 2 days if yer staying, she'll definitely sell, then you'll get yer money don't worry.”

the captain nods back, handing over the rope to the men standing at the door and you get pulled into a different room.

the rope on your wrist gets untied, maybe you could escape you thought. but that idea was soon out the moment a gun got pressed to you and told if you ran you'd get shot.

one of the men shove a small pile of clothes in your hand. 

“go behind there. get dressed. no funny business”

and so, not wanting to lose your life you do as told.

standing behind the sheet you strip yourself of your ‘modern’ clothes, putting on the ripped, tattered skirt you were given and white shirt tucked in. you exit from behind the sheet and then dragged into another room. one full of other women. some sleeping, some awake and others crying and scared. you're forced to sit down and chains are put around your ankles and your wrists and the men then leave the room.

you look around the room scanning the other woman: some are older than you, some far far younger. and you look over the woman you see that some are bruised and marked up with hickeys and all sorts. 

...

your eyes open and you sit up. a sharp pain shoots through your neck and back. as it would be sleeping on a hard floor for a few days.

The glasses man walks through the door and starts picking women at random, some screaming shouts of disagreement and the others complying willingly.

he stops in front of you. “her too” and yet again you're getting dragged out of the room. you're then sat in a chair and a woman comes and puts some make-up on your face and does your hair. The finishing touch was the corset that was put on your waist and tightened up so much. but now you see why they did it. your chest was pushed together and appeared to be much bigger than it was.. clearly to get attention of woman hungry men.

the chains were placed back on your feet and hands. and you were put to follow the other woman outside to the square in the middle of the town. already a crowd of men standing waiting to see whom or what they can buy. 

you're forced onto your knees and one by one the man goes down the line and starts to show off and sell the others. and then it was you.

you were dragged to the front and put to your knees again.

“Now, now. isn't this one a beauty?” the man asked the crowd and cheers of agreement erupted.

you zone out as the man starts listing ‘features’ about you trying to entice the buy.

this was it. I'm actually going to get sold off as a slave you thought. you zoned back in to what was happening.

“now d'we have any takers? she'll make a lovely slave and play thing if you'd like” the man asked finally going to sell you off. 

“we'll take her for 10,000 pieces of gold!” someone in the crowd yells out

the man smirks 'sold'  and with that you're dragged away. 

...�� [ ??? pov ]

Here we are again on this forsaken horrible island, walking through these empty streets.

there's a crowd just at the square from what i can see..

so i dragged my crewmate along with me to see what all the commotion was about. peeking through the taller men we can see it's a sale, not just any sale. they're selling people. I expected nothing less from this place.

as we watch them go through more and more woman and people...

“now d'we have any takers? she'll make a lovely slave and play thing if you'd like” the salesman asked. That's when I snapped.

my hand shoots in the air “we'll take her for 10,000 pieces of gold!” Then the sales man shouted: sold!.

my hand is then snatched from the air and I'm dragged a bit away.

“Are you crazy? 10,000 gold. Captain’s really gonna kill you this time” 

“well i'd like to see him try either way-” I'm cut off by the man bringing the girl over to us.

“Here you are, gentleman. one slave” my jaw clenches as he says that ‘slave’ I hate that word. “and the gold?” he asks on top of that.

“You'll get your gold, we have to take her to our captain first” I tell him.

the man looks between the two of us “no, no, no. You must think I'm stupid. gold first then the girl is yours.” 

my crewmate then laughs and takes his turn to speak. 

“don't you know who our captain is?” he laughs and he points to our ship's flag. the man's eyes light up in fear and he starts to shake a bit.

“a-ah ah, y'know what. you can give us the gold l-later. tell yer captain there's no r-rush” and the man shoves the girl and proceeds to hurry away.

the girl stumbles from the push and I catch her in my arms. She's quick to try and get away though. She shoves me away and tries to run. only to stumble over the chains still around her ankles.

“Wow, hey hey hey. it's okay we're not gonna hurt you” i tell her. I take my jacket off and wrap it around her shoulders to cover her from the peeping eyes of the men walking by due to her skimpy clothing the slave house has put her in.

“you're okay. you'll be safe with us. don't worry” I try to reassure her again.

My crewmate tugs at my shirt. “hey we need to get her back to the ship now. get those chains off and I need to treat those wounds” he points to them.

my attention was brought back to her. and i start to notice the bruises on her legs and ankles and the numerous cuts that litter her body as well as the blood that's now dripping from her knees from the fall. I wince. I kneel down at her level and she still tries to get away.

“hey, you're gonna need to come with us okay? we need to get you back to our ship and treat your wounds. Would it be okay for me to carry you?” I asked her.

she seems to go into deep thought and then seems to clutch my jacket around her slightly and nods her head. and so I scoop her up into my arms and then begin to walk back to the ship. as I walk the chains around her legs clink together.

it's quiet, so i decide to ask her name.

“I'm Wooyoung by the way. and my crewmate here is San. he's our medic so he'll treat your wounds once we get to the ship. Can I know your name?” I smile at her. The smile slightly falls as she stays quiet. and so the walk continues for a while.

“Y/n..” a quiet voice whispers. I hum in confusion wondering if she even spoke at all.

“my name.. its Y/n..” she says.

y/n.. what a pretty name

...  [ y/n pov ]

Once the man called out sold, I'm grabbed to my feet and pulled towards two men. one tall man with broad shoulders and black hair, the other more slim and smaller too with blonde hair. both wearing similar clothes and hats adorning their heads.

ah more pirates. great...

they both seemed to be deep in conversation before noticing us. the man yanks me closer causing more pain to my bare feet as they scuff the hard stony ground. I can't help the fear that shoots through me at that moment.

What do these men want with me? What will happen to me? Will I ever get home at this rate?   

“Here you are, gentleman. one slave” the man gestures to me. you feel small under the two men's gaze. you see the blonde man's jaw visibly clench. making him appear slightly scary. 

“and the gold?” he adds, holding out his hand to receive his gold?  

“You'll get your gold, we have to take her to our captain first” the blonde man says.

the salesman chuckles and pulls me closer to him “no, no, no. You must think I'm stupid. gold first then the girl is yours.”

the black haired man laughs

“don't you know who our captain is?” he points to a ship's flag in the distance. the salesman's eyes light up in fear and he starts to tremble a bit.

“a-ah ah, y'know what. you can give us the gold l-later. tell yer captain there's no r-rush” the man said and shoves me away as he himself runs away. I fall into the arms of the blonde guy and he wraps his arms around me.

is their captain really that scary for people to run away I really don't wanna meet this guy

and so I push the blonde's arms away and attempt to run, forgetting my chains around my ankles soon falling to the hard ground as my legs get caught up in the chains. I hiss as the ground rips the skin from my knees. Still on my knees I begin to feel small again under the gazes of the men passing by looking at me. I'm practically wearing next to nothing. 

“Wow, hey hey hey. it's okay we're not gonna hurt you” the blonde man says as he takes his jacket off and slightly bends as he drapes it over my shoulders. 

“you're okay. you'll be safe with us. don't worry” the blonde says again.

will I though..?

I stayed quiet and noticed the black haired man tugging at the blondes shirt sleeve.

“Hey, we need to get her back to the ship now. get those chains off and I need to treat those wounds” he tells him and points to me and at the wounds on my body. 

the blonde man looks back at me and scans me, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he lets out a wince. he then kneels to my level

“hey, you're gonna need to come with us okay? we need to get you back to our ship and treat your wounds. would it be okay for me to carry you?” he asked me.

Will it really be safe to go with these men?

Can I trust them?

they don't really seem bad in my opinion compared to the pirates and men I've already encountered...

only time will tell and besides its more so the captain i'm afraid to meet from the salesman reaction.

What will this guy be like? 

it would still be better than here i hope. I found myself clutching his jacket slightly tighter. He did put it around me to cover me.. so I nod at the blonde.

He then scoops me up in his arms and holds me close as my own arms go around his neck. and The two men start to walk in what I assume is the direction to said ship.

it's too quiet 

All I can hear is the stones crunching under the pairs feet and the blondes breathing. until the blonde pipes up.

“I'm Wooyoung by the way. and my crewmate here is San. he's our medic so he'll treat your wounds once we get to the ship. can i know your name?” he asked and gives you a smile that slightly falters as I stay quiet.

you slightly glance at the black haired man 

hmm San..? San a medic I didn't think he'd be a doctor.. he looks so scary.

i then look to the blonde man

woo...young? wooyoung hmm nice...

As the walk continues you find your tense body slightly relaxed in Wooyoung's hold. his scent calming you.

“y/n…” I quietly let out.

he looks down at me and hums slightly confused

“my name... its y/n…” I say again but a tad bit louder.

he smiles again and nods his head a bit 

The walk shortly comes to an end not long after.

“well 'ere we are” he says and a grand ship comes into view. It's a dark wooden boat and upon the main mast in the wind a black flag with the words "ateez" in white lettering. 

from here it looks like a beautiful ship, well kept. not much damage from what you'd expect on a pirates ship.

and written on the backside of the stern of the ship

‘illusion’ 

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a/n: so!! i hope you all like the start of this little series i'll be doing, feel free to reblog and or just leave your thoughts! till next chapter, byeee!!

[iaskedforcosmiclove]

@microcest Prompt: “Shhh…Don’t Let Mom Hear”

Fandom: Harry Potter

Ship: Sirius Black/James Potter Implied Regulus Black/Sirius Black w/ a dose of future Remus Lupin thrown in the mix.

Word count: 741

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"Nmph anpmh bremph," Sirius struggled behind the large hand cupping his mouth and nose. James loosened his grip to hear Sirius below him gasp for air. It was the dead of night, with only the moon shining through the sheer curtains in James' room. 

"Oh, shit, sorry." James stilled his movement, moving his hand to rest on Sirius' cheek, allowing him to take deep, steady breaths. 

"Okay, okay, I'm - ah - you can keep going - oh fuck" James braces himself, both hands palms down on each side of Sirius' head. Gripping the sheets, he slowly pulls out and thrusts back inside his best friend, his brother. This was the first summer break Sirius had spent every night at the Potters, his new home. 

"Pads, you need to keep it down."

"I'm trying just fuck; you feel so good, Jamie." This was the first summer break they did this almost nightly.

"Pads, please. Our mom's a light sleeper, you know that."

"Your mother." Sirius whispered with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Stop that, you're my brother. She loves you just as much."

"I already had a brother."

"Have, love. We'll get him out. We'll get him out and show him what a home feels like."

James quickened his pace, in and out in a steady rhythm mimicked by the smaller boys: Ah, ah, ah. James slowly lowered himself to his elbows, making sure his rhythm didn't falter. He placed his forehead on the others; they were breathing the same air. Puffs of hot breath tickled the other, lips centimeters apart, but they didn't kiss. James hasn't asked why. It's not something they do. 

"Kiss me," Sirius said, taking James by surprise. He looked into the other boy's eyes, trying to find anything that told him Sirius didn't mean it. All he saw was love. When their lips met, they made soft, gentle movements. They were passionate but not hungry. 

Their movements grew increasingly frantic, and their breathing became labored. Sirius lowered his right hand from their grip on James' hair and began to stroke himself as quickly as he could. James felt Sirius clench around his cock; he knew he was close. With a shuddering sigh, Sirius spilled over his hand and stomach as James gave one, two, three more thrusts and spilled inside his best friend. 

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James wrapped his arm around Sirus' waist and pulled him close to his chest. They lay in the afterglow, waiting for their heart rates to slow and their breathing to even out. With his back against his chest, James couldn't tell if the smaller boy had fallen asleep until he spoke up. 

"He was my first kiss, and I was his... I haven't, not with anyone else." James didn't have to ask who Sirius was talking about. He knew he missed his brother, our brother. He knew the guilt that lived inside his best friend was eating away at him the longer he spent not knowing if he was okay. James squeezed Sirius a little closer to comfort him and remind him of his promise earlier that night. 

A few minutes passed before Sirius spoke up again. 

"Prongs?" 

"Mmm?" James replied sleepily, burrowing his face in Sirius' hair and breathing in his scent. 

"Do you think if we invite Moony to be with us, he'll want to?" James was waiting for Sirius to bring up their other best friend. He moved his head to rest his chin on the other boy's shoulder. 

"Like be with us or be with us?" 

"Both"

"I'd like him to be." And he did. James loved his best friends and would do anything to keep them all safe. 

"Me too…do you think – do you think he'd be weirded out about.."

"I think you can carve out Moony's heart with your bare hands, and he'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt." He knew he said the right thing as he felt his best friend wiggle in excitement and classic tell for his happiness. Leave it to Sirius Black to find that statement romantic. 

"I think I'm in love with him." 

"I know." and I'm in love with your brother, James thought, but that's a conversation for another day.

"I love you too, you know, and I love my--" His voice cracked, unable to finish his thought.

"I know, Pads; go to sleep, yeah? We'll owl Moony in the morning."

Both boys breathing evened out, and Euphemia Potter was able to go back to sleep. 

[bulkyphrase]

Marvel Halloween Rec Week 2024 - Miscellaneous Wednesday

Halloween rec week continues with some of my favorite spooky fics that I read this year featuring ships that aren't stucky or stony (see Monday and Tuesday's list for those!).

They that Fade and Stay by 27dragons (@27dragons) (James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Teen And Up Audiences, 3,641 words)

Summary: Bucky could only stare for a moment, and then he called, “Steve! I think we’ve got a ghost!” “Wait, you can see me like this?” the ghost said, suddenly looking out of the TV at Bucky. “God damn it,” Steve growled from his bedroom, where he had insisted on trying to put his bed together immediately instead of putting it off for a day or three like a normal person. As if either of them had seen any action recently enough to need a bed. “The bastard had better be friendly; we can’t afford to bring the ghostbusters in.”

Thin White Skin by chaya (@fieldbears) (Multiple, Explicit, 10,732 words)

Summary: "Steve. You're so cold. What happened to you?" "I joined the army."

More below the cut!

One I'm Most Scared Of by ElisabethMonroe (@abarbaricyalp) (SamBucky, General Audiences, 2,104 words)

Summary: “Uh...are you just visiting?” Sam ventured when the guy didn’t even bother to glance over. The guy’s mouth quirked to one side faintly. “Yeah, you could say that. That one,” he said, gesturing to an entombment with a gravemarker that read James Buchanan Barnes March 10, 1922 - February 5, 1942. Son, Brother, Friend, Hero. “Oh,” Sam breathed and understood the weird military uniform. “Are you related to him? You do kinda look like him.” The guy turned finally to look at Sam and raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, you could say that. I’m Bucky.” “Oh, jeez, you were named after him too.”

A Mischievous Halloween by GayRainbowBridge (Loki/Avengers Team, Mature, 35,330 words)

Summary: Loki decides to prank the Avengers for Halloween by transforming them into whatever they dressed up as. Only, the spell accidentally backfires so Loki is caught in the prank as well. Chaos ensues!

Oh Negative by Ladyladylady (@ladyladylady1) (WinterHawk, Mature, 17,663 words)

Summary: “Well alright then. In case it wasn’t clear, everyone is welcome here, vampires included. Anyone who has a problem with that can kindly find a new bar to haunt.” Sam emphasizes his words by pointing the end of his bat around the room, making sure to stop at Brock’s old table. No one speaks up for a beat. Then they hear a throat clear. Clint and Sam snap their heads behind them to the door they’re still blocking. On the steps leading up is a shorter man, but he and Sam are pretty tall, so that’s nothing new. More noteworthy is his chiseled jaw, his tangle of dark, shoulder-length hair, his metal arm, and the fact that he is, unmistakably, a vampire.

Chrysalis by Meatball42 (Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Mature, 5,979 words)

Summary: Clint Barton is not as human as he thought he was. He couldn't tell you what he is becoming, but the time has come to choose who he wants to be.

[odd8ball]

Old Habits Die Hard (step dad au)

He was ready, he would tell Tink and Peter everything. He had just got back from the grocery store and pulled into the oddly quiet driveway. Peter wasn't playing with his brothers outside like usual. James immediately felt something was wrong, a sick feeling rose in his gut. He went inside the quiet empty house and the feeling grew. He frantically looked around his house yelling for Tink or the boys or even Peter to answer him.

"James?" Peter came out of a hiding spot looking white as a sheet. "What happened!?" James asked terrified. "Pirates...you gotta believe me! It was this big guy with a mustache and he took everybody! Mom told me to hide and I did but..." Tears welled up in Peters eyes. James heart sank into his stomach, then he felt a familiar rage sprout from his soul. "Yang..." He growled making peter look up at James confused. "I'll deal with this." James said stomping to the attic and pulling out a key to unlock a chest.

Peter followed confused and freaked out. He pulled out a familiar red coat and hat along with a few other clothes Peter registered as being very pirate like. "You're a pirate?!" Peter yelled. "I was." James said rushing to change in another room. When he came out Peter bombarded him with questions. Hook didn't answer as he screwed on his sharpest hook.

He went to the door and Peter stopped him. "Where are you going?" Peter yelled annoyed. Hook stopped and turned to him. "We are going to get your mother and my boys back. Peter pushed his feelings of confusion aside and nodded. Smee had already brought the boat around and they set sail for Neverland.

Meanwhile Tink and the boys were having a bad time. They were tied to the mast of a pirate ship, as if things couldn't get weirder the boys were sure James or Peter would save them. She wouldn't blame him if he didn't, they were in a flying ship and just landed on an island in a star. As the ship landed in the water the captain stepped up, he was a big guy with a long thin white mustache. He had a long black coat and a black captian hat.

"We meet again Tinkerbell." Said the captain. "Who are you?" Tink asked. She would have insulted him but she wasn't willing to bring the kids down with her. "Captain Yang, an old friend of your lover." He said amused at how little she remembered. "How do you know James?" Tink asked. "Ha! He's going by just James again? I don't think I've heard him refer to himself as anything else but Captain Hook for years." He chuckled. Suddenly everything clicked, the weird way James talked, his fear of the television. She was gonna have a long talk with him if she ever saw him again. "What do you want from us?" She asked. "Nothing from you, you're just the bait." Yang said.

As if on cue, the Jolly Rodger flew over them and Hook boarded the ship with no hesitation. Tink's eyes went wide seeing her boyfriend of seven months dressed as the most dapper pirate she'd ever seen. The boys looked hopeful but unsure. Hook did tend to lose a lot. "You'd better have a good explanation for this Mr. Yang." Hook said, rage clear in his voice as he stomped up to his former first mate. "You know very well why I did this James." Yang said with a smirk.

"very well....I have much to do and this time I won't be sparing you." Hook said unsheathing his sword. Tink watched slack jawed as he fought Yang and the boys cheered for him excited. Peter came from the same ship above them sliding down a rope and using a small knife to free Tink and the boys. Hook's adrenaline was at an all time high, he dodged and slashed with the most skill he had ever exerted. The boys immediately went to fight the crew picking up any blunt objects they could find. Tink found herself knocking the teeth out of a multitude of pirates with a paddle from a row boat. Hook got slashed a few times but it wasn't enough to slow him down.

In the chaos blood was spilled and men fell overboard. When the dust settled Hook's sword was through Yang's chest. Yang let out a final wheezing laugh. "I wouldn't have gone out any other way...captain." Hooks anger cooled and he pulled the sword out of yang letting him fall though he contemplated catching him. Another old friend turned enemy dead at his feet. He couldn't blame him, Hook had done much worse.

Tink looked over to James about to yell at him for keeping such a massive secret when she stopped herself. He was pale and bleeding heavily from the stomach. He smiled at her before the adrenaline faded and the pain hit him pulling him back into reality. He fell backwards, he was so tired. Tink ran to him along with the boys and even Peter pan. Smee landed on deck soon after horrified with a very outdated medical kit. "Don't worry capn! You've been through worse than this just hang on!" Smee said.

"You'd better live through this you moron!" Tink said through tears. "...This is the first time in a long time.... I've thought I'm not ready to die." Hook said, feeling the sharp sting in his stomach. Peter just stared in disbelief and horror while most of the other boys sobbed unsure if he would make it.

Hook placed his hand on Tink's cheek, she felt so warm. "Of all the days something could go wrong...." He chuckled fading fast as tears slid down his face. "Just my luck....I love you....all of you....I'm sorry." Hook said weakly as his vision blurred further. "You can't go like this, We need you." Peter said frantically, as everything went black.

He woke up in a strange white room hooked up to many different devices. Tink, Smee, Peter and the boys all at his bedside worried expressions turning to joyful tears as he opened his eyes. They all hugged him and he hugged them back. He had a lot of explaining to do, but he was ready. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, after all they said they needed him. For once he didn't doubt it.

@chaosgremlin95 @tragicbeauty1991

[pbandjesse]

Today was weird. I didnt sleep great and when James's alarm went off I was like dizzy I was so tired. James left me in in bed and went to get ready. I fell back asleep. And he went to work.

I slept until like 930. I didnt feel a lot better but I knew I had to get up and go to my meeting with Brian. I was not looking forward to it though. I don't like confrontation and I didn't really know how this was going to go.

I left here around 10:15 and like downtown. James was at Taney so that he could be there before and after the meeting just in case. So that was really nice of him. He left his sunglasses somewhere and his charger here at my place so I brought him those things and then went over to talk to Brian.

It was a productive meeting. Basically I got in there and he told me that when he got the email he was really bummed out for the rest of the day. And I feel bad that I bumped him out but I also really needed to say all of those things. All of it this how I was feeling and I didn't want to let it stew like so many other people seem to do when they have a problem here. I still really like my job and I really like the people I work with but I can't let something like this just fester and feel like no one ever heard me. A lot of things were cleared up. It turns out it wasn't just photographs of me the stack was pretty big. And the board member that apparently took the pictures actually belongs to ships company. The people that are reenactors that come once a month. And when he brought it up Chris and a whole bunch of other people on the board shut them down immediately. They said that it was inappropriate and that that wasn't the way to go about dealing with uniform issues. I did feel like that could have been said to me earlier when everything went down last week. But I'm glad to know that management at least seems to be standing out for us. Apparently Chris also want to Brian after I confronted him on Saturday and was very upset that I was upset. Brian says that pretty much everyone in management and above knows about me and how hard I work. And that felt nice that I am being acknowledged inside the company even if I don't know about it. It's just the way that the museum is structured makes it hard for people above us to really get to know everyone on Frontline staff. I think it's something that should be addressed and Get to know us and work with us but I understand that there's a lot that goes on behind the scenes that we don't know about. But like I told Brian and I wrote in my chapter for the book that I'm working on I think that the Frontline staff should be given some more information about what's going on behind the scenes. It only makes our job better when we know what's going on.

We ended up talking for an hour. And it was decided that I'm going to just move to the weekends. I'll do overnights and Fridays. Brian very much made it clear that he doesn't want to lose me. That he wishes more people had my attitude. And he was upset that I was upset but he wanted to try to make it better. He also really took it to heart my comments about working hard on the tasks but not being able to be fully qualified because we just aren't running the programs. I'm so I am now officially a museum educator and my pay has been bumped up to go with that. He also told me that as a company they are looking into the pay and general because we're not competitive to other museums anymore. And all of that is definitely going to help. We'll just have to see what happens but I do feel like I was listened to and that helps. I really would like to help make the museums culture better. And I think just my positivity will help that. And I think it has already especially with the new people coming in. We just have to see what happens now. I'm still hoping to get that other job but knowing that even if I just want a couple hours in the morning that is something that they can do. I didn't exactly know that they would be accommodating. So it's cool to know that They are willing to work with me.

I was going to be a couple minutes late to my shift but it was fine. I biked over to Constellation after I said goodbye to James. Sean had called me and texted me a whole bunch of times worrying about where I was. But it was fine. I was at the desk to start and I finished editing my chapter for the book. I'm pretty much completely done. It's about five pages single-spaced. And the woman whose compiling the whole thing seems to really like it. She's just going to change some of the formatting but we both agree that like where it went is really good. So I'm excited about that. And I got a copy of the book and I'm going to pay it so that's always nice.

Eventually Stephanie came down and took the desk for me. I went upstairs. It was such a beautiful day up on Deck. There's wind and it wasn't a lot of customers but the few people I did talk to it which is so nice. These three brothers, old old men, had all these questions and I think they were just asking each other but then I started answering them and they like lit up. They came over and they were asking all the stuff. And they were like we're so glad that you're not just a ticket taker. It was a very funny. So when I was outside they talk to me a little bit more and they were just really really nice.

Brian came back over to Constellation because he ask during our meeting if I wanted to finish up the other tests ASAP. And the one that's been the problem has really been commence firing. The one where we actually fire the cannon. And that's really been a problem because the last two weeks every day I've been there it's rain. And you can't practice in the rain. But it wasn't raining so he came over and I learned how to pack a charge. Put the gunpowder in the tinfoil and hit with a hammer. And then he had me pull up firing pin for the first time. I actually almost fell over doing it because I pulled a little too hard and hit myself in the arm with the little metal hook that holds the primer into place. But I did it in one pull. And it was loud! I was surprised. I guess I never really considered that the actual primer is loud as well and not just the gunpowder part. The Mercury and gunpowder that's coming out of the copper tube is also causing an explosion it's just tiny. But I did it and now I get to keep practicing and I'm going to get to fire the cannon. That's crazy.

Around 3 one of the ships that are coming for Fleet Week finally crested into the harbor. I think it's called the godspeed. It's a recreation of the Jamestown ship that brought over the first people to Jamestown. And it was so tiny. But they sailed here from Jamestown and that's really cool. It was really neat seeing it, and that's the first time I've seen one of the ships actually come in the harbor and not just already be there when I get there. But then it was time for me to leave. I went and got changed and across the street. I had a pretzel and a soda and I went home.

I stopped at the grocery store for milk and eggs. And then I came back here. I was pretty tired but I had wanted to clean and stuff. I didn't know if I could make that happen. I have a snack and then I went and got in bed and I slept until almost 7. I was pretty Delirious what I got up. I had to clean I had to make art. So I did vacuum at least the bathroom and the kitchen. I need to do the rest of the apartment or so much cat hair in here. But at least I did that. I went and worked in my studio for a while. I'm really really pleased with myself for these little details I'm doing in the diorama this week. Plant ones are always really hard for me so I hope this one looks good and all the work that I put into these little shelves it's not for nothing.

And now I'm just hanging out my living room. I think I'm going to go take a shower and watch maybe a movie. I'm hoping to wake up a little bit early tomorrow. Try to get some stuff done before work. But we'll see I'm not that concerned about it. Tomorrow's the first day of Fleet Week. I hope it's fun. We do have a couple ships that pulled out so we'll see what happens. I think it'll still be pretty good.

Good night everyone. Sleep well

[anakins-27th-lightsaber]

So I found you and the jegulas ship by accident and after a couple of your wonderful fics, I am now in love. Would you mind ever so terribly writing a jegulas fic with a jealous James?? The reason why he is jealous is up to you, but preferably they could currently be in a relationship. As long as they have some kisses at the end😉😉 thank you so much love, keep writing, you're amazing❤️❤️❤️ (also hope I'm not asking too much or anything, take your time with this 😁😁💜💜)

Thank you, that’s lovely, and so are you! Here’s a little drabble for you, hope you like it💚❤

Invidia

For the first time in a while, James was feeling alright, and he had finally been able to forget about all his troubles. He was sitting by the window in the library, with the warm, red autumn sunlight dancing on his skin, and tickling his nose so he had to wrinkle it and sniff.The pale Slytherin boy who was sitting beside him briefly glanced at him, one eyebrow raised in concentration, then went back to absorbing all the contents of the leather bound book he was reading, a tiny smile curling his lips now.James was trying his very hardest to remain remotely quiet. He had so much energy and he was finding it hard to concentrate today, even with Regulus around him. The younger Black brother had turned out to be an ideal partner in crime when it came to sitting calmly together, just reading, without it being awkward; James had never had anything the like with anyone before. With Sirius, Peter, and even Remus, shutting up for more than two minutes in a row made him uncomfortable. Regulus was different, although he wouldn’t know how. Huffing in impatience, unable to focus on his potions book any longer, the Gryffindor let his gaze wander, and it stopped upon the other boy. Fascinating, he was; his red pouting mouth, his ever-raised left eyebrow, the noble, royal air surrounding him, and still, innocent, adorable little things about him that softened his character entirely, like the loose strand of hair that he would always forget about when putting his hair up into the tiny bun he had liked to wear lately, the curly baby hairs at his ears, and, above all, his tiny pale freckles that he might not even be aware of. Or the knowledge his stiff posh accent had been softened by a lisp when he was a child. At least Sirius said so, claiming it traumatised his ears forever, which would cause his younger brother to roll his eyes and shoot back. He was so witty, sharp tongued - and James wanted to know him better; he was perfectly aware the little boy he’d helped smuggle into the Gryffindors’ dormitory at Christmas in their second year, that little boy had grown up. Grown up, most likely, to be an amazing person.“Oi”, he whispered, “Reggie. You got some spare time later? Sitting by the lake, or going for a little broomstick race? I bet you can’t beat me -”“I would”, Regulus breathed, “but I’m helping out a classmate with her astronomy project -”“Oh, so it’s a girl”, James wiggled his brows knowingly, unable to figure out why something inside him had started to sting a bit.Regulus gave him a deadpan expression. “She’s likeable, you know”, he shrugged. “You’ve seen her with me before, she used to tutor me in history until I got the hang of it. Scottish? Red curls?”James swallowed. “Um, dunno. Is she - pretty?”“Most people think so.”“And - you?” “Can’t deny it”, the Slytherin smirked.“That’s cool”, James nodded. “And - her name? What’s her name?”“Um, Marianne. Leicester. She’s a Slytherin, too. I’m sure you’ve seen her before.”“I guess”, James pressed through his teeth, not knowing why he was suddenly feeling so nauseous, but he chose to ignore it. “I’m happy for you.”Regulus smiled, making his barely visible freckles dance. “Me, too”, he said.For some reason, this felt like a punch in the gut to James. Performed by someone with quite a nice right hook.

*

James Potter had never seen this Marianne girl before, he could have sworn, but suddenly, she seemed to be all around him. And boy, Regulus hadn’t been exaggerating, she really was good looking, with a bouncing, curly ponytail, porcelain skin, and her chestnut coloured eyes were just so - so awake. She was captivating. And she even began haunting his dreams, with Regulus Black, who was, so adorably, half a foot shorter than her, snogging her stupid, and it was driving James round the edge, and he was as cross as two sticks whenever they popped up in his mind. He couldn’t concentrate on anything and failed his potions paper he had attempted to study for, and he had no idea why.To Sirius, the matter was quite simple. “She’s fucking bomb”, he drawled, underlining his statement by slamming his fist onto the table. “But don’t worry about Reg, mate. She’s way out of his league.”‘But what if he likes her’, James would have blurted if he hadn’t realised what he would have been saying before it was too late. And that was weird. He tried to convince himself the reason why he was hoping Regulus wasn’t falling for her was that he didn’t want him hurt. Which was sort of true, just - not like that. All he wanted was to protect his best mate’s sibling, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?!

*

“You okay?”, came a hushed voice from his right. James didn’t turn to look at the Slytherin boy, just shook his head nervously, tipping over his inkwell in the process because he’d accidentally moved his elbow. He forced himself to face Regulus’s little frown, which was cute beyond all measure. The latter cleaned up James’s mess with a flick of his wand and raised his eyebrow.“What is it?”“How’s it going with Marianne?”, James asked, and he hadn’t wanted to make it sound pointed at all, but it came out pretty aggressively.Regulus looked a bit taken aback. “Well - she’s a good friend, as you might have figured out, as we keep hanging out-”“Sure, 'friend’”, James repeated sharply.“Yeah”, the Slytherin hissed, “my best friend, actually. She’s a very bright witch and has a gifted mind and I genuinely enjoy spending time with her. Any questions?”“So why’re you not spending any time with me? Am I just the idiot you study with?”, he shot back more heatedly than intended. Something had been painfully sweltering inside him for quite a while, and now he was prepared to release the flame, and although it was giving him a bit of a bad conscience, it felt relieving.“Oh yes, indeed, you are an idiot. You’re the only person whose presence I even tolerate when you’re around me while I’m studying. You don’t even know me enough to know how much that means -”“How am I supposed to get to know you when you’re spending all your time around perfect little Marianne?”, James seethed.The two boys glared at each other for a while, each determinedly trying to not even blink; it was childish, but somehow necessary.Until at once, Regulus’s glare was replaced with a suave grin. “Wait a minute”, he said slowly. “You are jealous.”“I’m not!”, James blurted out, catching a disapproving look from Madame Pince.“Oh yes, you are. You’re into Marianne, aren’t you?”“I’m not!”, James hissed.“Oh yeah. Totally, you totally are.”“I hate that girl!”The younger one frowned. “Pfft, sure. You haven’t even spoken to her. Been busy trying to kill me with your glares -”“They weren’t meant for you!”, James spat. “You’re really cool! You’re an adorable little muffin, how would I be mad at you -?”He was taken off track when Regulus snorted and tried not to burst out laughing. “You’re so ridiculous, James. But I’ve got you figured out.” And at that, he slammed his book shut and strutted off.“No, you haven’t!”, the Gryffindor called after him.All he got from Regulus in response was a smug look over his shoulder.And all he knew was, he definitely wasn’t jealous of the younger boy to get to hang around with Marianne. For a spilt second, the thought crossed his mind that he was just disappointed because Regulus might like her and she was a girl - which was enough to help him figure out why he’d been so obsessed with the Slytherin, and why he really liked his best friend’s little brother that much - and it all suddenly made sense, although he couldn’t really believe it, because he’d figured out his own emotions and it had been so simple, and yet - it was so hard. Still - now he knew. And it was making him feel all queasy.

*

When James headed off to make his way down to the library the next day, hoping to find Reg there, the boy was already waiting in front of the Fat Lady’s portrait, beaming at him, and he hadn’t brought any books. He responded to James’s puzzled look with a slight nod of his head, indicating the Gryffindor to follow him.“We’re going to the lake - unless you’re eager to be beaten in a broomstick race?”, he panted running down the staircase in front of James.“Maybe later”, the latter smiled. “For now, I need to relax -”“Quite out of shape for a future star chaser, aren’t you?”“Oh, shut it!”, James laughed, clutching at his stinging hip.They made their way down to the tall old oak tree beside the Black Lake, where Regulus spread out his coat on the ground and let himself fall onto it, inviting James to do the same.“I didn’t realise how desperately you wanted to spend some time with me”, the younger one mumbled, a soft blush tinting his white cheeks. “You’ve got so many friends and I’m just-”“You’re great”, James cut him off. “You’re special. You’re the only person I can be quiet and calm around and just not talk without it being awkward. It’s comfortable. Even though I love talking, and I like talking to you. But we don’t talk when we’re studying. Which is alright -”, he quickly added, “- but I’d love doing something else time after time. Because you’re way more to me than just someone I study around.”Regulus huffed. “Is that why you’re jealous of my friend?”“That”, the older boy huffed, “and another thing.”“You know”, the Slytherin said quietly, “I’m not even - that into girls. Perhaps just a bit. I don’t know. The only thing I’m sure of is - your presence is something I like being in. Quite like being in.”“What kind of 'quite’? Does it mean kind of, or rather, or very?”“It means quite”, Regulus said slowly. “Sorry if that surpasses the capacity of your single brain cell.”James laughed and shoved him playfully. “Shut it, you idiot!”“You shut it”, Reg laughed.“No, you shut it -”“How do I shut you up?”James wiggled his brows. “Oh, there is a way”, he smiled. “We’d both not be able to talk too much.”“Does it include lots of physical contact and kissing?”“If you want it to?”“Good”, Regulus grinned, “because I’m a bit cold. Since we’re sitting on my coat.”“It’s keeping our arses warm”, James argued jokingly.“Which is equally important, of course.”The Gryffindor chuckled, loosening his red and gold scarf a bit and starting to drape it around the Slytherin. “May I?”Regulus just smiled, and as they were both wrapped in James’s scarf, lips touched, and Regulus’s lips were soft and red and his breath was warm, and his body, pressed against James’s, fit like a missing puzzle piece under the faint warmth of the tender autumn sun.