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bettysupremacy · 4 months

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HI oh my goodness i just flashed through ur entire page (its LOVELY writing) and i desperately need more!! I noticed the lack of Remus request so here i am B)

OKAY could I request plot for before remus and the reader are together? Like how they came to be ^^ mm maybe like "coincidentally" him running into her at her favorite bookstore or coffee shop (ITS CLICHE IM SORRY BUT I LOVE THESE LOCATIONS) until he finally asks her on a date !! (and maybe his friends spying on him just becuase hehe)

thank uu

HELLO I appreciate the support and there definitely is a lack of Remus. It’s cliche BUT CUTE! thank you for the request babe!!

“But I can’t just.. talk to her.”

“Why not?” James deflates. “Girls love that!”

They sit at a tiny table, in a tiny bookshop, in an even tinier cafe built in. The air crackles with cedar wood and vanilla, swirling around his hazy mind. It’s cozy and intimate but he has no place to put his legs, he sits awkwardly, leg bouncing anxiously. It accidentally hits the table. Sirius flinches from his mug.

“I’ll scare her.”

“Well then,” Sirius stirs his coffee. “don’t be weird.”

They came to study- or rather Remus came to study and his shadows came along. It’d been fine at first, computer out, a quiet Sirius. But Sirius has never had the patience to play quiet for long, especially when James is near.

“Maybe I’ll just leave it..” Remus murmurs.

Two voices shout at him. “No!”

Remus flinches mouthing sorry to the people around him. Sorry students he’d burdened with his rowdy friends. Hands to a sticky table, he pushes up. “M’Kay, I’m going.”

His feet feel heavy. He wants to do this, he wants your number, but god he doesn’t want to do this. Rejection is enough, but rejection in front of his two best friends? Looking back at his table, James encourages him. Two thumbs up and a hopeful face.

“Oh, shit!”

He’s crashed into you.

“Oh,” you startle, stumbling.

James and Sirius sink into their seats behind you. “Wow.”

Remus stabilizes you. “M’so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he cuts you off.

“No seriously, shit, I’m sorry.”

You laugh, high and sweet. “I’m fine. At least there wasn’t coffee.”

“Has that happened?”

“Yes,” you breathe a laugh, dusting off your pants nervously. “before an interview.”

“That’s awful.” He’s genuine.

“It was kinda,” you ease. “they weren’t nearly as nice or attractive as you.”

He swallows. He thinks your pretty, very pretty. His eyes catch on your lips, your eyelashes. That’s a weird thing to notice, right? Eyelashes? He’s usually smoother than this, he wishes he was smoother than this. He’s embarrassed.

You flatten over his doubts like you can read his mind. “I’m clumsy, we can say this was my fault.”

“Noble.”

You shrug. “It’s not far from the truth.”

“Not very chivalrous of me.” He laughs a little.

“It’s okay,” you’re comforting, he likes that. “Did you need something over here?”

He scratches his neck, speaking before he can himself.

“Do you wanna,” he doesn’t know what to say. He started the sentence and backed out too late, but you stand there with patient eyes. He swallows a whine. “I’m usually a lot smoother than this, yanno?”

You laugh unabashed. “It’s okay.”

“Falling on you like a building threw me off, I’m sorry.”

“Let’s start over?” You ask. “What’s your name?”

“Remus.” He sounds a little more confident. “I was over there,” he points to James and Sirius who wave. “and I thought you were pretty, would you wanna get drinks sometime?”

You hold back a laugh at the formality of it all. “Yes, do you have a cell?”

“Yes.” He breathes, pulling out his small phone decidedly. He doesn’t rarely use it, ‘cept for plans. Skipping past texts from James, Sirius, Lily.. etc, he opens the little contacts icon. He doesn’t ignore them purposely, he just prefers to call.

“Here,” you smile, taking the phone from him gently. “this is where you can reach me if you want to buy me another cookie.”

He looks down, he hadn’t noticed the fallen treat.

“Don’t” you start firmly with an easy smile. “say sorry.”

He laughs, holding back another sorry. “I’m free tomorrow.”

“Perfect.” you reach down to point at the pen in his pocket. “Can I see that?”

He nods, pulling out the pen for you. It’d been abandoned at the same time he’d realized studying was no hope. His fingers brush against yours as he gives it to you, but you don’t let his hand far. Gently grabbing it, you look up at his confused eyebrows for a confirmation. A gentle can I?

“Oh,” he breathes, nodding. “go ahead.”

You take the pen to his skin and work the ballpoint over the rough surface. The ink bleeds into him as you write the address. You notice his scars, jagged deep tissue, and ignore them. His ears heat up. “Really good drinks here,” you explain “and next to a bakery.”

A laugh stumbles out of his lips before he can stop it and you look up to grin. “Noted.”

Letting his hand go, you watch him bring the scribble up to his eyes to read it. It’s messy but he thinks that has something to do with his scars rather than you.

“Time?” Remus asks, and you grab his hand again, writing a messy 8PM under your other ink marks. “I’ll uh see you there.”

“Perfect.”

He turns to walk, almost immediately turning back and grabbing your arm quickly. “Wait, what’s your name.”

“Y/N.”

“Remus.”

“I know.” You laugh.

He knows you’re not laughing at him, but he cringes anyway as he walks back, heavy with embarrassment, triumphant with the thrill of a date. the boys pat his back when he sits down.

“Poor thing.” Sirius consoles.

James scoffs. “He got the date!”

“But still,” Sirius sulks. “that was embarrassing.”

Remus glares. “Thanks.”

“Well go on,” James starts. “show us the writing.”

Remus sticks out his hand for the boys to see. They hum mildly, looking at him with approval. “Nice bar.” Sirius nods.

“Next to a bakery.” James affirms.

“I, uh,” Remus scratches the back of his neck. “made her drop her cookie.”

“You dickhead.” Sirius laughs.

“I didn’t mean to!”

He slumps in his chair as James hits Sirius. They argue, petulantly and boyish, and Remus looks away. You stand at the register buying a book he doesn’t remember you holding when he’d knocked into you. Smiling at the cashier you grab your change and the bag of goods you bought. He feels weird watching. This has got to be weird, right? But as you walk out, you glance to him, lifting your hand up to your ear during the doorbell chime.

Call me.

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variousqueerthings · 9 months

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the thing about spike is that he's such a rat man, such a pathetic, horrible freak, but james marsters is so charismatic that even when he's at his worst, he's got something interesting to him, and then of course at some point spike's development is such that he'll say things like "made a promise to a lady" in order to explain why he's helping the good guys at high risk of death and it's so very casually heroic and chivalrous, and he'll collapse to the ground and sob into his hands when buffy dies, and you can see how that was there the whole time, but twisted by all his anger and a lifetime with drusilla (who herself was twisted into her shape by angel), so you just can't help but root for him to become a hero of some kind

#william the bloody #(awful)#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #im watching btvs #spike #i was thinking about a similar post for faith but the thing about faith i think #is that (at least to me) it was clear that she's not going to be an antagonist the entire time #that being said maybe a post about that

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foursaints · 6 months

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talking about the emptiness of barty’s character in canon is making me sad so

Just Barty Crouch Jr Things™️

valedictorian but once fell asleep while dumpster diving for a single unopened blister pack of xanax

very… dexterous? good with anything precise that involves his hands. this means classical piano but also rolling freakishly perfect joints

major bad influence older cousin energy

like he’s driving you to soccer practice with one tattooed arm slung over the passenger seat, ray-bans dangling. he’s bitching about what’s on the radio. his random tinder date is on her phone in the backseat

singlehandedly keeping Liquid Death in business

that fall out boy katy perry cover where it’s like “i kissed a boy (to start a fight) and i liked it (he punched me 😈)”

pierced his dick. sorry

if james is a sports bro with a heart of gold then barty is the polar opposite of this. he looks like the sensitive alternative loner boy and has the soul of a douchey early 2000s dj who will steal money out of your purse after a one-night stand

but he’s also secretly sensitive. okay

””u up””

has exactly two modes: 1) listening to the cure 2) No Hands (feat Roscoe Dash) - Waka Flocka Flame

neither goth nor emo sorry that would be too much work. his edginess is both unintentional and completely effortless

INSANELY observant

has a knight complex but slightly to the left. had to be reasoned out of killing evan’s situationships with a hammer (chivalrously!)

barty has really loud ENERGY but his actual personality is pretty quiet and calculating. however he WILL nonchalantly pick regulus up at the most inconvenient times, everyone is screaming, reg is screaming… he thinks it’s soooo funny

he always smells the way that sparkling water tastes. like….. inexplicably clean

your bartender coworker who is always in the stockroom coaching his adorable tiny mom through her divorce over facetime while exasperatedly hitting a juul

could potentially have a heart under all that grime (maybe put him through a car wash?)

#HE’S SO. SLEAZY EX BOYFRIEND CODED #can you tell that i love him SOOOO much #t #barty crouch jr #barty meta tag

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danaewrites · 8 months

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you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)

part i: and while you were asleep, i was surely awake

james potter x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 2.8k

summary: “Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.”

tags: best friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, based on the song "dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb, fem!reader

author's notes: hii y'all, sorry for not posting in a year :P my only excuse is that i didn't feel like taking the energy to actually write out my story ideas. also perfectionism. anyway i somehow wrote this in two hours while procrastinating my college app essays and have plans to make this a multi-chapter fic despite intending to write an angsty oneshot request for a completely different fandom (i see you, beloved anons, and i raise you this completely unrelated fic <3)… the brain of a writer works in mysterious ways.

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii (coming soon!)

You were in love with James Potter.

It was a fact of life, just like how the sky was blue, or that his favorite dessert was treacle tart, or that you were the only person he’d ever let see him cry besides his mother. You’d loved him from the moment you met him on the train to Hogwarts as a shy, anxious muggleborn unsure of the new world of magic and prejudice you’d been thrown into without so much as a warning. He hadn’t cared at all about your blood status- didn’t even think to ask about it. He had launched himself into your compartment and began talking at you a mile a minute, beaming with every tooth showing once he found out you were hoping to get into Gryffindor, his hazel eyes alight with the joy of making a new friend. And friends indeed you had become; you were proud to remember that you’d known him before Sirius or Remus or Peter did, though it took only an instant after the Sorting for him to become best mates with the rest of them, too.

You and James were inseparable from that moment on, giggling at Professor Binns’ failure to notice Sirius’ antics in the back of class and reassuring each other when home seemed too far away for comfort. He stole sweets from the Slytherin table for you at meals, and you covered for him when the teachers almost caught him pranking Snape– after all, who would believe that sweet, innocent Y/n would ever be involved in such shenanigans? The soft-spoken demeanor and love of everything pastel you’d thought would eventually oust you from the close-knit Gryffindor boys’ group proved to be quite the useful asset when affirming their ‘innocence’.

Not that they only wanted you around because you were helpful, of course. You had quite the talent for exaggerating stories until even Sirius fell off his seat laughing in disbelief, and your creative mind made for some glorious pranks and entertaining mistakes. Peter would blush for an hour straight if anyone mentioned The Great Plum Pudding Incident of Christmas 1974, all thanks to your clever meddling. And Remus– well, he was eternally grateful for your mother-henning during the worst of his moon cycles. You’d been the first to figure out his “furry little problem”, and upon learning that enjoying chocolate was his favorite method of escapism, showed up every month without fail with an armful of Honeydukes sweets. The little ways in which you loved each Marauder meant the world to them. They would do anything to protect you and make sure you were okay, James most of all. You often teased James that he was more bodyguard than friend, with his deep glares at too-forward Hufflepuff boys masking the big softie you knew he was underneath. You remembered fondly the summer days he spent chasing you around your house, scaring your mother half to death with his colander-and-pot ‘armor’ as he declared that as a chivalrous knight, he was meant to save Princess Y/n from the terrible Acromantula King. Privately, you thought James had a few too many Arthurian legends for bedtime stories as a child, but what could you do?

Even now, as sixth years, the bond between you and James never changed, your love for him ever-growing. Your heart melted every time you glanced over your shoulder in the hallway, only to find him chatting softly with a sniffling first-year and guiding them to Professor Sprout’s office for a hot cuppa and a biscuit. You cheered at his Quidditch victories and were euphorically lifted up onto his broad shoulders afterward, whooping as he galavanted through the common room in celebration. You were there when he needed a shoulder to cry on when his grandfather died, softly stroking his hair as he fell asleep in your lap with tear tracks still running down his face. And he adored you in return– braiding your hair while you worked on Herbology essays, racing you on his beloved broom when you stayed with him during the summer, distracting you from your rants about Slughorn’s unfair grading with a trip to the kitchens and a blissfully soft blanket.

James was your lifeline and you his– and nothing in the world could change that.

Except, perhaps, one tiny little complication. A complication with vibrant red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a natural affinity for Potions. A complication that had sparked your jealousy since the first time you noticed James glancing dreamily at Lily Evans in second year Transfiguration, jealousy that had only gotten worse with his grand declarations of love every week. He’d begun to announce his affection for the muggleborn to anyone who would listen in third year, and it didn’t stop there. No, when James Potter loved someone, he loved hard, and that meant that you had to watch as beautiful bouquets appeared on Lily’s nightstand nightly while the rest of the girls in your dorm whispered and swooned. You were a wallflower when he sighed about how lovely her skin was and how bloody talented she was at everything she did during one of your late-night chats in the common room, curling in on yourself with every word he spoke. When he asked her to Hogsmeade the first time (and the second, and the third, and the fiftieth), you observed as she rolled her eyes and shoved past him, despite the small smile on her face.

It wasn’t that Lily wasn’t smart or pretty or talented– far from it. She deserved every good Potions grade she got, and even the pureblood Slytherins begrudgingly noted how she was the darling of Hogwarts society. But you thought that the way she treated your best friend, refusing his advances quite harshly but sending him flirtatious glances and making a show of wearing his flowers in her hair, was rather unkind and misleading. She had James wrapped around her little finger and didn’t seem to want to let go of his attention anytime soon, despite Snape’s protests about how much time he was spending with her. You disliked Severus, but didn’t think he deserved Lily’s bad treatment either. Sometimes you’d see him staring at James and Lily deep in conversation, and shoot him a glance of communal disappointment– before realizing who you were sharing the moment with and resuming an expression of disgust, at least.

At first, you ignored your growing angst about his new obsession, chalking it up to sleep deprivation, stress over your upcoming exams, and even your monthly. But when you started to run out of excuses for the despair slowly overtaking your heart and flashes of his dark curls began to appear in your sweetest dreams, you were forced to admit that your feelings for James ran much deeper than a platonic friendship. From the way he spun you around in the snow to the way he snorted at Remus’ awful puns, you were head-over-heels smitten with your best friend.

The way he’d filled out since the end of fourth year hadn’t escaped your notice, either; you were pretty sure that his pecs should be considered a traffic hazard, with the way you’d fallen flat on your face after seeing him shirtless after a match. He’d rushed over to clean up every one of your injuries, of course, with a touch so gentle it released a whole menagerie of butterflies in your stomach. You’d barely managed to mumble a coherent thank-you before sprinting to take a very cold shower and scream into your pillow with embarrassment. How on earth did Lily Evans even think around him?!

Alas, you’d read your fair share of romance novels, and you knew how this story would end. Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.

That was the state Sirius found you in, broody and lost in thought in a quiet corner of the library. He grinned rakishly, planting a well-polished boot on a nearby chair and leaning over to tap your forehead. “Lots going on in there today, huh?”

You snapped out of your daze and smiled sheepishly up at him. “Sorry, Siri, didn’t mean to ignore you. Just, er, thinking about my Potions essay, do you know how many uses there are for mandelwort? Quite fascinating plants, hones–”

Sirius winced and slid back far across the table. “Oh, no, you are not discussing horrid Potions work with me today when there are so many other wonderful topics.” He gestured to a table of swooning fifth-years gazing dreamily at his backside. “For example, those lovely ladies,” he crooned, sending an exaggerated wink towards them and smirking when they sighed.

You wrinkled your nose and scoffed. “Oh, please, as if I haven’t heard enough about your conquests already. I’m already scarred for life from your stories about that Belgium Veela, let alone the muggle sailor you nearly broke the Statute of Secrecy for.”

He waved a hand, dismissing your allegations of the mental injury caused by his excruciating attention to sordid detail when slightly tipsy in the common room. You made a mental note to charm his shampoo to turn his hair bright lavender for the next week for that little snub. Although, being Sirius, he’d probably just use it as an excuse to sway the rest of the Hogwarts population into going to Hogsmeade with him. “Ah, but darling Y/n, that’s what I’m here for!” He furrowed his brow and stroked his chin in mock consideration. “However, I can’t seem to recall a time when you–” here he poked you in the cheek for emphasis– “confessed to a little tete-a-tete in the hallway. Ever. Which means we have a problem,” he grinned.

You felt rather like prey being hunted for sport. “That would be because I’m not interested in anyone, you dolt!” Crossing your arms, you turned your face back towards your homework. Maybe if you denied romantic interest for long enough, Sirius would leave you alone and go flounce off to flirt with the noisy table of fourth years. “Anyway, I heard Marlene’s been circling Dorcas like a lovesick pigeon lately, so perhaps you should be putting your matchmaking efforts to her benefit instead.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “C’mon doll, I know you weren’t actually thinking about Potions when I arrived. Who’s the lead actor in those fantasies, mm?” He snatched up your favorite pink gel pen, twirling around his fingers as he looked at you expectantly.

Drat. He wouldn’t be so easily distracted with the latest gossip. You opened your mouth to protest yet again when you caught a flash of red over Sirius’ artfully tousled locks. You watched as James strode up to the alcove where Lily and her friends were studying, transfigured a sheet of parchment into a butterfly clip and held it out to her with a grin. Her laughter pealed out through the library as she let him lean over her shoulder to place it in her hair. He seemed oblivious to the titters of the girls around him while he gazed at Lily adoringly. You felt your heart clench as you recognized the expression on his face; you’d seen it on your own in the mirror after spending time with James, after all. And it seemed like maybe Lily was finally starting to be swayed into accepting his starry-eyed proposals, if the pretty blush on her cheeks was anything to go by.

Sirius tracked your despairing gaze to the couple and immediately paled in realization. “Oh, shit.”

Shit, indeed. Your face turned bright red as you scrambled to pack your bag and leave the area as fast as you possibly could, not sure how you could face Sirius knowing your deepest secret now. The boy had no self-control, fueling the Hogwarts gossip mill with the wild stories he overheard, and he had even less discretion when confessing things to his friends around the common room fire. It’s no wonder he wound up in Gryffindor, you thought miserably. There’s no way he’d be able to keep a secret like the rest of the Slytherins, and definitely not from James. It would only be a matter of time before he let it slip about your feelings to the rest of the Marauders, and— well, you’d just have to face losing your best friend for good once he heard.

Sirius broke your train of thought by wrapping his hands around yours, looking up at you with concern. “Hey, doll, wait— I didn’t know—“

You sniffed and wiped the tears threatening to fall from your eyes away fiercely. “That’s exactly it, Sirius, you didn’t know because you won’t be able to keep it from James.”

He looked guiltily down at the table. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a bit of a git with keeping things private lately, yeah?”

You nodded, covering your face with your hands. Sirius reached out, placing them back down on the table, and softly said, “Listen, I shouldn’t have pried so hard. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” He broke off, pausing to scramble for a handkerchief from his bag to wipe off your rapidly disintegrating mascara. “And I promise not to breathe a word of this to James,” he finished.

You looked up at him, startled. “Are you serious?” At his answering grin, you groaned. “Don’t answer that. But really, are you sure that you’ll be able to resist telling him everything?” You fiddled with the now-soiled handkerchief and whispered, “You two are so close, I don’t want to drive you apart. If James thought you were hiding something important from him, it would destroy him,” you sniffed.

He frowned. “Doll, you know you’re just as important as James is to me, right?” At your answering slump, his jaw clenched and he continued on with more intensity. “You’re like my sister, Y/n, there’s nothing you could do to make me care for you less. Especially not asking for your privacy. Clearly, I haven’t been treating you as well as you deserve if you doubt that.”

He walked around and took a seat in the armchair next to you, pulling you in to lean on his shoulder. “And I can be discreet, you know. I might not show it often, but growing up in a family of the most intensely secretive purebloods ever to exist taught me a few things.” You glanced at him doubtfully, the tiny quirk of your mouth the only sign that you were joking. “Hey, I’m being serious!” He laughed, then quieted suddenly. “This thing with James— you really love him, don’t you?”

You gave him an exasperated look out of the corner of your eye. Sirius released a breath and gazed deeply into the space in front of him. “Hey, we’ll figure this out together, okay?” He poked you in the side. “If he’s too focused on the smell of Evans’ hair or whatever to see that he already has the perfect girl in front of him, he’s not as smart as you think he is.” You giggled slightly, his words warming you. Sirius smiled, happy to see you cheering up a bit.

“Why don’t we go raid the kitchens? The coolest person I know once told me that elf-crafted mint chocolate chip ice cream is the best way to heal a broken heart,” he teased. You groaned, remembering how you’d told him that as a last resort to get him to stop complaining about how he missed his sailor ex-boyfriend every time you two went to Hogsmeade. At least your random advice wound up benefiting you now, you thought as you collected the last of your stationery and exited the library.

Neither you nor Sirius saw how James watched you smile up at Sirius as you walked away, holding his arm and laughing loudly at something he muttered. Anna Dumotier, a Hufflepuff fifth-year and one of Lily’s friends, would remember later that night how he seemed to tune out Lily’s voice for a moment and stared at the doors to the library with a strange expression on his face. His brows were furrowed like he was trying to decipher the answer to an unfamiliar puzzle, his eyes widened with confusion and a glint of something she could only identify as jealousy before Lily brought him back to the conversation with a graceful flip of her hair. But no— she shook her head— that couldn’t be right. What could James possibly be jealous of when he finally had the girl of his dreams in his arms?

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callsignangel · 1 year

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screen rant babe - jack champion x interviewer! reader

warnings: none! fluffy but not a ton word count: 1059 requested by @gcidrvsh <3 ↳ "hi!! could you write something for jack champion? like where they meet on the set of scream (cuz they’re friends with jenna ortega) OR whatever you really wanna write its up to you" a/n: hi friends!! sorry this look so long. this fic is the first part of what's going to be a series about jack champion. i gave the reader some background (and a surprise relative) in this fic just to add some substance. i misplaced my list of people to tag, i'm so sorry! i'll be sure to set up a proper tag list for future parts of this series. i hope you enjoy!! reblogs and feedback about my work is deeply appreciated. <3

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it had already been a long press day, having been interviewing the cast of avatar: the way of water for it's upcoming release. it was finally nearing the end of the day - you just had one more interview left with trinity bliss and jack champion. the interviews had been done in pairs, like sam and zoe, sigourney and jim, bailey and jamie, and now trinity and jack.

they had been sitting there when you walked in, patiently waiting as you arrived on time for their next interview. making sure your mic was on properly and working, you greeted them both with handshakes and quick small talk before you all seated yourself in those god awful uncomfortable directors chairs. "okay, it's so great to see you guys!" you began, a big big smile on your face. "my name is y/n and i'm here in partner with screenrant interviewing some of the cast from avatar: the way of water which is in theatres worldwide on december 16th," you finished your introduction, allowing them to begin theirs. "hi, my name is trinity jo-li bliss and i play tuktirey," she smiled directly into the camera and waved."and i'm jack champion and i play spider," he waved quickly and beamed for the camera before quickly returning his attention to you. "awesome, thank you for setting aside the time to meet with me today," you began again, “i’ll just get right into it here, did you learn anything from this movie? what was it?” you kept your formalities on for the camera, but your words were silent in his ears as he tuned out your voice and focused solely on you. your mannerisms, the way you read your questions directly out of the notepad you brought so you didn’t forget them and how eloquent you were when speaking and being spoken to. he was so enchanted by you that he didn't realize it was his turn to answer your question. “jack,” trinity whispered, nudging him softly to tell him it was his turn to answer you. “sorry, what was the question again?” he snapped back to reality and a nervous, breathy laugh escaped him. trinity looked at you and you returned her puzzled face before breaking out into a fit of giggles. “did you learn anything from this movie?” you repeated. “oh yeah, totally. the importance of family is a repeating theme in this movie and because i’m so close to my family, i’ve learned to protect them and make sure to keep them close because nowadays you never know what could happen,” he recovered quickly, and you smiled at him. he was cute, chivalrous and quick on his feet. definitely your type.

the interview continued for another 20 minutes, asking questions regarding working with james cameron, what it was like working with motion capture, how they prepared for their roles and other smaller questions regarding the other cast mates. trinity is a natural born story teller, so she would take charge regarding funny cast moments on set or even in other interviews. jack still kept his attention on you, but this time making sure to listen incase you had another question for him. he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you anymore than he had. when the interview ended, you asked them both if you could take a quick picture of them for the article and for screenrant’s socials, both of whom happily obliged.

as you were getting your mic removed by the camera crew, you were surprised to see jack lingering by. “oh hey, thanks for letting me interview you today!” you spoke up, noticing his newfound nervous nature and trying to ease the awkwardness. he smiled, “i think you were the most fun interview we’ve had this entire press tour,” he admitted sheepishly. you giggled, “well, i’m glad. some people take interviews way too seriously and i think it takes away all of the fun and excitement about being in a big blockbuster movie like this.” you finished, double checking that you had your bag and your waterbottle with you before heading out. but before you could leave, jack stopped you again. “hey, do you live in LA or are you just here for work?” “oh, i’m actually just here for work! i’m originally from new york. i’m leaving in a couple days for the premiere in london actually,” you watched as his face lit up. “are you going to be at the premiere for work too?” he questioned, and you laughed. “not exactly. sigourney’s actually my aunt, and she invited me to come with her!” you declared, “i don’t think she was expecting me to be here for an interview today honestly.” giggling, you watched jack’s mind connect the dots. “oh my god haha that’s so cool, how come i never saw you on set?” he inquired. “never had enough time during school and her filming schedule. i would see her on holidays, or sometimes she would come and visit me while i was working in quebec.” you conversed a little more, talking about how you started working for screenrant, and if you had any plans to become an actor yourself. you hadn’t realized how easy he was to talk to, or how attractive he was now that it was just the two of you speaking in such close proximity. “do you have a date for the premiere?” he blurted, taking you both by surprise. “i mean, besides being there with your family and sigourney, of course.” you shook your head. “i guess i’ve been so busy with work i haven’t been looking for a date,” you responded, watching his shoulders relax as he heard you didn’t have anyone to go with. “i mean, neither do i besides my family. we could go together?” poor man was so nervous. he was scratching his neck as he awaited your response, and you grabbed it to help calm his nerves. “i’ll happily go with you, jack.” you gave his hand a tight squeeze, as if trying to tell him that this wasn’t a dream. “okay, great. that’s awesome,” he sounded relieved. you both giggled quietly, hands still conjoined. “i have a couple of days off before i leave LA, would you want to go out sometime before then?” you asked. “how does disneyland sound?” he grinned. “sounds perfect.”

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sweat. 647 words. @jegulus-microfic.

Joint quidditch practices were Madam Hooch’s idea. Something about trying to quell inter-house animosity- blah blah blah.

In Regulus’ opinion the only thing useful about the joint practices is that they get to see first hand what a disaster the Gryffindor team is.

Like right now, Frank Longbottom and Marlene McKinnon are in a shouting match over which drill the group should work on next.

“No- NO! We can’t give them our best drills, Marlene, they’ll-”

“Oh for fucks sake, we have practice with them for the rest of term, what are we going to do? Never train to our full potential?!”

The Slytherin captain, Dorcas Meadowes, is watching the exchange with her trademark sharpness. She throws a look over at Regulus and cocks and eyebrow. He can practically hear her voice in his head, all brawn no brains, this lot.

He laughs at her and turns away, catching sight of James Potter. Staring at him.

Dorcas claps her hands together twice. “Alright, we’re going to move on to some partner work while those two finish their little spat.” She gestures with two lazy fingers over at Frank and Marlene and starts to draw a line in the mud with the heel of her boot. Marlene looks like she’s swallowed a pygmy puff.

“I call this one push-over.” Dorcas says as she finishes her line. She flicks another finger at Marlene. “You’re with me since you’re finished over there.”

Marlene splutters but stomps over all the same.

“Slytherins will be on this side of the line, Gryffindors on the other.” Dorcas indicates the line in the mud separating her and Marlene. “Knees bent, hinge slightly at the waist, and link your shoulders.” Dorcas gestures for Marlene to follow her lead and they end up with Dorcas’ left shoulder pressed to Marlene’s right, their cheeks practically smushed together. “The goal is to get to your opponent's side of the line.”

That’s all the warning Dorcas gives before she is barrelling into Marlene full force, the Gryffindor staggering back three paces. Dorcas catches her round the middle before she can go sprawling in the mud.

She keeps her hand in the curve of Marlene’s waist and turns to address the rest of the two teams. “Just like that. Go ahead and pair off. I’ll count you down.”

Marlene has gone bright red.

Regulus turns to see which Gryffindor he can goad into going against him and finds James Potter already waiting on the other side of the line. He doesn’t say anything, just bends over slightly and offers his shoulder to Regulus the way a knight might offer a lady his sword. Chivalrous. Condescending.

Regulus tries his best to scowl and hinges forward, slotting his shoulder in place against James’. He’s hot from their warm up, Regulus can feel his breath tickling at his neck.

“3, 2, 1-”

Neither of them hesitate, they’re pressing and shoving and heaving at each other. James is growling, the feeling of it vibrating through his chest and transferring to Regulus’ clavicle.

And Regulus is not going to win this. James is a chaser, broad and tall and fucking strong. Regulus is a seeker, he’s quick but he can’t-

James’ foot slips in the mud and he goes down, snagging Regulus’ kit so they land in a heap, Regulus directly on top of him.

James is gasping, heaving in the air Regulus unceremoniously squished out of him. Regulus is trying to catch his breath as well, very conscious of the fact that they’re only inches away.

“Thought you had that, did you?” Regulus says.

Sweat drips down James’ forehead and snags in the tail end of his eyebrow. “I’m right where I want to be, sweetheart.” James reaches his head forward and brushes their noses together. It’s a tiny touch, a fragment of a moment, and then James is dumping Regulus into the mud.

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #my writing #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorlene

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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I'm so sorry for being so annoying but could you write another JPM where the reader's family comes to the hotel and maybe they are very loud and kinda criminals and telling stories of little reader hahahaha

I just love you and trying to keep you busy, darling🥰😊😂

How Soon Is Now?

note: heeeeerrreeee we go i'm writing again. also, how fun is this? lol. thanks for the request, darling!

summary: james finds out his sweet angel isn't so innocent after all.

warnings: talk of violence/murder, that’s really it

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James had always admired my purity.

I was something of an angel in his eyes. The light had finally entered the Hotel Cortez when I arrived.

Maybe it was the softness of my hair. My voice. The dresses I'd wear. The way I smiled. Maybe it came down to moments like the first time I tried his absinthe. The second the licorice-tasting liquid hit my tongue I was putty in his hands. Doe-eyed and complacent.

I liked to play up the pretty, girly aspects of myself to get his attention. I was his perfect little angel.

He was in love with the idea of a corruptable blank canvas.

I begged him to kill me. I did. Once the secret of the hotel was revealed, I suddenly felt a sense of belonging. Like I was meant to spend eternity in that dark, art-deco haven with the man of my dreams.

His transcontinental accent. The way he dressed. His chivalrous nature. He was a spitting image of my wildest fantasies.

He didn't understand my longing for a fate like his, but as his princess, I got what I wanted.

He made it quick and easy. Drugged, to preserve my beauty. I was to be his damsel in distress forever. His pretty princess living up in the tower.

Being dead, but also alive, came with its challenges. One of them being, namely, my family. They were worriers. They couldn't understand why I would up and leave my life to 'work' at some old hotel in LA.

The constant phone calls and messages became too much for me. I needed them to be able to see me in order for them to understand that I was happy where I was. That I was okay.

Obvious challenges came with that notion. James was all too happy to host them, though. Too happy.

He instructed every entity in the place to leave my family alone. He had Miss Evers prepare dinner and the most extravagant table setting she could muster. He even arranged a gold silk dress for me, topped off with a stunning string of heirloom pearls.

Everything was perfect. Until my family showed.

My parents and my three siblings made their way into the hotel rather…ungracefully. I told them to dress nicely. They did what they could, all things considered.

They, at their core, were rowdy, loud, and frankly insane.

The lineup was as follows: My father, Bruce, my mother, Margaret, or Marge, as she liked to be called, my twin older brothers Logan and Wyatt, and my older sister Ginger.

They couldn't make their way to James' suite without incident, of course. No. They had to walk in already arguing about...something. I'm not sure. It took both of my parents, with the assistance of Iris and Liz to get my brothers separated.

Upon stepping into the suite, I immediately heard a ‘it’s REALLY fuckin dark in here!’ from my sister. They really couldn’t find it within themselves to show a shred of decorum in a nice place.

I sat next to James at the dining room table, awaiting my family’s entrance. He sat at the head of the table, smile on his face. He was so excited to meet them. To understand more about his precious girl. He had his hand rested atop mine, eyes trained expectantly on the doorway.

Miss Evers’ figure appeared, then my father’s.

‘There’s my little girl!’ he shouted opening his arms for a hug.

‘Hi, daddy,’ I greeted with a warm smile, getting up from the table to hug him.

‘Wow, sweets, you look great,’ he said, admiring my outfit. Sweets was his nickname for me. My mother and sister filed in next.

‘What’s this, fuckin Halloween?’ my sister scoffed.

‘Nice to see you too, Ginger,’ I smiled. ‘Hi ma,’ I continued.

‘Y/N!’ she exclaimed, jumping in the air. ‘There’s my little baby!!!’ She rushed over to me, making a point to pinch my cheeks. Logan and Wyatt made their appearance next, still arguing it seemed.

‘No, you dipshit it’s definitely a knife,’ Wyatt huffed.

‘You would use a fucking knife in that situation? Be serious right now,’ Logan replied, throwing his hands up.

‘Hey guys! Over here!’ I waved, reminding them they were arguing loudly in public.

‘Oh hey, Y/N,’ they replied in unison. That weird twin telepathy stuff.

We all took our seats at the table, my mother making sure she was sitting right next to me. She was the one who was most worried about me, after all. It was only fitting that she’d make sure I was okay by being closest to me all night.

James stood from his seat at the head of the table and the whole room turned their attention to him. He tended to have that effect.

‘Hello, Y/L/N family! Welcome to my hotel,’ he began. ‘I’m so happy to finally have you all here. My name is James Patrick March. And you all are?’

‘Marge,’ my mom smiled.

‘Uh, Bruce,’ my dad said, weirded out at the round-robin introduction James had begun.

‘I’m Ginger,’ my sister continued.

‘And they’re Logan and Wyatt,’ I answered for my brothers. They became embroiled in conversation as soon as my mother began speaking just seconds before. Easily distracted.

‘You all make such a beautiful family,’ James declared, sitting back down in his chair.

‘So uh, just to get this straight,’ my dad began, ‘you own this place?’

‘Mm, yes,’ James affirmed, taking a sip of his drink.

‘And you’re, what, to Y/N?’ my father continued to prod.

I couldn’t help but cut in. ‘We’re together, dad. Romantically.’ I knew James wouldn’t be able to put it into terms my family would get.

‘Her?!’ my sister scoffed.

‘Yeah, I can’t lie, I’m shocked,’ my dad laughed. I shot both of them the deadliest look my face could muster, but they continued.

‘She’s a grade-A psycho,’ Ginger said. ‘Y/N how’d you bag a classy guy like this?’ I hung my head in shame. I could have tried to stop them, but once they got going there was no going back.

‘You know, she’s a nice girl but our family is just, a bit unorthodox,’ my mom explained. ‘It’s just shocking to see her live in a place this…nice. And for her to be with someone, like you.’

‘Unorthodox? How’s that?’ James asked, smile still plastered on his face.

‘She started helping us with the, uh, family business, basically as soon as she was born,’ my mom continued. ‘She was a pretty scary kid.’

‘As she grew up she learned more and sort of, haha, became our little hitman. Didn’t you sweets?’ my dad added. I lifted my head and turned it to look at James. His eyes had lit up in a way I hadn’t seen before.

‘Yeah she’s the youngest but she’s the best at roughing people up,’ Ginger said, monotonously. ‘She killed her first at what? 6?’

‘No no, younger than that,’ my mom answered. ‘I think she was 4. It was that Goldberg guy, remember? Screwed dad out of 4 grand.’

‘Ohhhh, right!’ my dad said, laughing slightly. ‘My little killa.’ He looked at me with such pride. He meant it endearingly, but I was so embarrassed. The fact that they’d willingly offer this information without being asked made me sick to my stomach. What would James think of me?

‘This is news to me…’ James purred, taking my chin in his hand. ‘She’s been quite the angel here. I was entirely unaware of her background.’ He smiled warmly at me. His eyes had a fire behind them. Ideas were brewing.

‘Oh yeah James. She was a little Wednesday Addams,’ my mom laughed. I cringed, knowing he wouldn’t understand that reference. ‘Just a scary little girl.’

‘Come on, Y/N,’ Ginger taunted. ‘You should show your new boyfriend your mad murder skills.’

‘Oh yeah, sure. I’ll slice up a guy’s neck. You want it now?’ I asked, obviously sarcastic. The whole thing was getting on my nerves.

‘How soon is now?’ James chimed in. I turned my head suddenly and looked at him. He was deadly serious about the whole affair. He seemed…ecstatic. ‘Something can be arranged. I would love to see this, hidden talent, my dear.’ His eyes flashed with what I can only describe as lust.

‘James,’ I pleaded.

‘There was a guy in the hall that gave us a funny look earlier,’ Wyatt said, breaking his twin bubble with Logan. ‘You could kill him.’

‘Wyatt, I’m not gonna kill just anyone!’ I protested.

‘I’ll see to it that he’s brought here at once!’ James exclaimed, subsequently taking a large swig of his drink. ‘But first, Miss Evers! We’d like to have our meal now! We have business to attend to afterwards!’

My secret was out, and James was about to take full advantage of it.

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Haha! This was fun to write. Hopefully I’m over my horrible writers block now. Requests are back open so send em in!

#evan peters #evan peters fic #evan peters x female reader #ahs #evan peters x reader #james patrick march #evan peters oneshot #james patrick march x reader #james patrick march x you #jpm

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chierafied · 2 months

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Jily Microfic March 1: Troubled

@jilymicrofics, 300 words. On AO3. 🦡💛

Sirius sidles up next to her on the sofa, invading her personal space. Lily ignores him.

“Trouble in paradise already?”

Lily stays buried in her book and pretending to read.

“James is up in the dorm moping around and you’re here all —” he waves a careless hand in front of her face, “— concentrated essence of fuming rage.”

Lily snaps her book shut and glares at Sirius. “Did he tell you what happened?”

Sirius shrugs. “He said you got into a fight, and you gave him detention.”

“Exactly!” Lily jabs Sirius’ chest with a vicious finger. “We’re seventh years. He’s a Head Boy! He can’t go around hexing Slytherins for the hell of it. I thought he’d grown out of it, but I don’t know. Maybe I was too hasty. Maybe I need to rethink this whole relationship.”

“Maybe. But before you rethink anything, you should hear the whole story.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Sirius gives her a look, his grey eyes alarmingly cynical in a face so young. “The Slytherins were saying he was finally fully embracing his Blood Traitor status, going out with a Mudblood.”

“Oh.” Lily’s anger ebbs, her heart softens, her shoulders slump. She blows out a frustrated sigh. “I don’t need him defending my honour. It’s not 1877!”

“Sure, you can fight your own battles, but with James, you’ll have to pick them, too. He’s a Gryffindor through and through, love. His chivalrous streak is a mile wide.”

Her lips twitch. Sirius is not wrong.

“I guess I brought this on myself.”

“It’s still new. You guys will figure it out.” Sirius pats her shoulder and slips out.

Lily stays on the sofa, deep in thought. She’ll let James brood, for now. They can make up later.

They have all the time in the world.

#jily #jily drabble #jily fanfiction #jily microfic #Team Hufflepuff #chie writes #fic: jl

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Need a hand? (1/1) (jegulus)

Regulus was happy to be heading back to school. Even though the spring vacation was only a week long, 30 minutes with his family was too much.

He was happy to get back to his friends, and back to classes. Thankful that Sirius actually waved at him in the hall today know they agreed to try even though it was difficult.

But what Regulus was most pleased to have again was the silence of the library. He stowed himself away in a corner where there was enough sunlight streaming through the windows but not too much that it was hot. Most people left him alone but everyone left him alone in the library.

Everyone except James Potter.

He couldn't take a hint, he couldn't even take a clearly stated "get away from me," and he couldn't even take a very real warning.

He could however take Regulus' breath away.

James found him late that first night back, just before curfew hidden behind a stack of books he was planning to take back to the dorm.

"Psst," James whispered as he approached always giving Regulus a heads up.

"What are you doing here," Regulus hissed but his heart was fluttering in his chest.

"I'm here to give you a kiss and looks like be a chivalrous gentleman and help you bring all these books down to the dungeons," James said eyes glistening and grin wide and cheeky.

Regulus' lips betrayed him as they turned up in a smile. James stepped forward and pressed a soft and sweet kiss to his lips. Regulus allowed himself to get lost in it having had to lock all memories of James away when he went home, it was always easier to remember again if he could feel James with his own hands.

"I can levitate the books you know," Regulus said as they pulled apart and James started to grab piles in his arms.

"But what kind of secret boyfriend would I be if I let you do that Hmm?" James winked.

"If you tell anyone I'll deny it and no one will believe you but," Regulus started looking around to make sure they were alone and then stepping up to speak right in James' ear, "I missed you."

Regulus kissed James cheek and then started walking out of the library two books in his arms, as James' cheeks bloomed red and his arms filled with two large piles almost falling out of his hands before he was pulled back to reality and traipsed behind the Slytherin boy.

#jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #marauders #fanfic #james x regulus #harry potter #regulus black #james potter #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #marauders fandom #hogwarts

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loonsmoons · 21 days

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The Marauders and their … Hogwarts Houses ? because I think this is a fun little idea :)

(You know how fandoms outside the HP universe will have HP AUs ? And sort the characters into Hogwarts Houses ? This is how I think we would sort The (modern) Marauders, if we weren’t already a HP fandom :D)

James: Hufflepuff. Come on, this one is obvious. Him and all the other Golden Retriever / Himbo Characters to ever exist. That whole James Potter aka The Sun stuff ? Him being kind-hearted and loyal (to his family and friends) ? Hufflepuff.

Sirius: Gryffindor. Him and all the Badass But Kind / Popular Kid Characters. Like him leaving his abusive household ? Brave. Also there’s something about his attitude, posh without the asshole attitude (at least later on) that’s giving chivalrous.

Remus: Ravenclaw. Yes, sometimes he’s given a sort of No Fucks Given attitude, but even then he’s still depicted as smart. Like cigarette in hand or not, he’s almost always enjoying reading. And his most common characterization are Light / Dark Academia vibes for sure.

Peter: Hufflepuff. In Modern AUs there usually isn’t any crazy betrayal happening, so there’s no actual reason for him to be too brave, instead he’s more of a chill and fun guy. Plus, oftentimes James and him are childhood friends, so that would make for fun housemates ig ?

Lily: Ravenclaw. Similar to Remus, she has those Light / Dark Academia Vibes and is often portrayed as this smart and witty character. Plus, specifically in Jily Fics, it makes for great Himbo x Smart Girl Fics. Also, there’s potential for a great Remus x Lily friendship.

Mary: Gryffindor. She’s often portrayed as this very strong and independent character and has a Standing On Business kinda attitude. She’s also usually very confident, especially sexuality / gender wise which fits the vibes and is brave for sure.

Marlene: Hufflepuff. I could also see her being in Gryffindor, because she too is a very brave character in my opinion, but I think she often has a personality similar to James, so this makes more sense to me. Plus: James, Peter and her -> childhood friends and housemates !!!

Dorcas: Slytherin. She has those Cool Badass Character vibes. She knows what she wants and she gets what she wants, like she’s ambitious and clever for sure. I think she’s also usually a rather intimidating character? Plus, Hufflepuff! Marlene x Slytherin! Dorcas Fics.

Pandora: Slytherin. I think her characterization has changed from where she was a sweet / bubbly and eccentric character, to where she’s still that now, but also lowkey insane. Plus those intimidating vibes again -> Slytherin. Also, Pandalily Fics would go hard like this !

Regulus: Ravenclaw. I do think there would be a lot of Slytherin! Regulus Fics, especially for the Black Brothers Drama, but the vibes are too similar to Remus’ and Lily’s for him to not be in Ravenclaw. This would make for a fun trio and good Jegulus / Jegulily for sure.

Barty: Gryffindor. I feel like this is a wild one, like he could be in Slytherin or Ravenclaw as well, but for some reason I think he would be a Bad Boy Gryffindor, and everyone would be confused why he’s there and he’d hate it too, but idk, he sometimes has similar vibes to Sirius …

Evan: Slytherin. Maniac, need I say more? Imagine running into Pandora and him, like they are for sure those twins everyone’s kinda afraid of. Also, I think this would make for some great Rosekiller Fics, as well as a great Regulus, Barty and Evan friendship, like yes.

#loonsmoons #tell me i'm incorrect #i dare you #headcanon #marauders #slytherin skittles #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary mcdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #pandora rosier #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

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moonstruckme · 2 months

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hey! could i request a james potter x reader fic pls?? i have been thinking about him specifically non stop and now i just wanna be domestic and cute with him-

Me too lovely :')

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 661 words

You’ve told James that you’re painting your toenails on the kitchen counter because it has good light, but he knows it’s really because you want to be near him. He’ll have to clean the counter again after you go, but he’s not complaining. He wants you near him too.

And anyway, the kitchen does have good light. It streams in through the window to tangle in your hair and glance off your skin, illuminating the concentrated set to your mouth as you bend over your foot on the counter.

James kisses it lightly, and one corner of your lips quirks up like you’re trying to stop it but can’t quite manage. You taste sweet and a bit tart.

“Don’t mess me up,” you warn. “This is my last coat, it’s do or die.”

“Stop eating my blackberries,” he counters, “and we’ll see. No promises.”

You finish with your nails, setting the brush back in the polish and nabbing another blackberry from his bowl. James gasps, betrayed though not surprised. He pinches your side.

You laugh, leaning away from him fruitlessly. “Stop, I’m going to knock polish onto the rug!”

“You could at least vary your snacking,” James says. “My fruit salad is going to have hundreds of pieces of melon and two blackberries if you keep on like this.”

“I just like blackberries best.”

“So does Remus,” he chides with no real severity. “And when he gets here later today and they’re all gone, who do you think will be blamed?”

You bat your eyelashes at him, smiling angelically. “He doesn’t need to know there were going to be blackberries in here to begin with, does he?” you ask. The hope in your voice sparkles like sunshine off the ocean.

James caves instantly at that tone, but he pretends to take at least a second to mull it over before capitulating. “Fair enough. Have at them, lovie. Leave no trace.”

You descend like a hawk upon your prey, clawing through the bowl of fruit and popping blackberry after blackberry into your mouth.

“I’m thinking of going to the store in a bit,” you say.

James grins down at his cutting board, slicing the skin off a wedge of cantaloupe. “To replenish Remus’ blackberry supply?” he asks. He knows you’re too tenderhearted to truly rob his friend of something he enjoys; you’d be racked with guilt for the rest of the night.

“To get lemons for lemonade.” You touch your big toe delicately, testing the dryness of your polish. “And if I stumble upon blackberries that look good while I’m there…” You shrug, turning away from him like you think you can hide your smile. As if he can’t hear it in your voice. “Then maybe I’ll grab some. To keep the peace.”

James reaches over and grips your foot, channeling as much love as he can fit into a good squeeze. You gasp and nearly shriek when his thumb digs into a ticklish spot on your arch, grabbing onto his shoulder to keep from tipping off the counter. He sets a hand on your side to help, and he can feel your ribs shaking as you laugh.

“Sorry, sorry,” James laughs. “I forgot about that spot.” He didn’t. “Wait for me to finish and we’ll go together, yeah?”

Your nose scrunches with your smile. “Why, you wanna keep an eye on the blackberries?”

“I was thinking we’d just get extra,” he proposes.

You hum contentedly, and he takes the invitation to get further into your space, his hip bumping against your leg. “That’s very chivalrous of you,” you reply, your teasing softened by fondness.

“Well, I do try. Pretty girls need to be kept happy, yeah?”

You laugh again, grabbing James’ face in both hands. He knows when you let go, there’ll be sticky purple fingerprints on both of his cheeks. He doesn’t mind.

“Flirt,” you accuse.

James pushes forward until his nose is pressed up against yours. “Only for you.”

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Sleeping with Monsters | Dark!Bucky Barnes

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Chapter 11 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, mentions of abuse, choking, subdrop, aftercare

Summary: You spend the rest of the day with Peter, while James goes back to the office. Later, he comes home and takes what's his

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

You spent a few hours going through the files in the dining room, organizing them based on your own information preferences. It took a while, and no matter how hard you tried to fall into it, Peter lurking behind you kept distracting you.

He didn't speak unless spoken to, watching you with painfully obvious irritation and boredom. His eyes never left you, and because James made you go without underwear you had to be careful about bending over the table. You tried to keep Peter as much in your eyeline as you could, but you wanted to sift through this information as quickly as possible. The faster you found out who killed Jimmy Barnes the faster you could begin a life somewhere else.

Around noon, you went to the kitchen in search of something to eat. James hadn't made you eat breakfast with him this morning, in a hurry to go to work and do God knows what. Inside the fridge you found a few tupperwares of premade meals with your name on them in bright blue sticky notes. It seemed James thought blue was your favorite color since you'd lied and said it was. At least he believed you.

You pulled one off the top pile and opened it. It was some sort of beef with mashed potatoes, but far too much for you to eat on your own. Peter made his way to lean against a pillar and cross his arms while he stared at you. You shook the bin at him with a cautious smile.

"Are you hungry?"

Peter made a face, but he nodded, "Sure."

You popped the bin in the microwave, tapping the counter anxiously to avoid his gaze. He looked far too young to be in this world, and that mean mug he had on his face was definitely not how he normally was. It couldn't be.

When it dinged, you split it onto two plates, the bigger one for him. You slid it across the counter to him, deciding to use this to learn some things about James and his men.

"How old are you, Peter?"

He picked up his fork as he sat down at the bar, looking up at you through his lashes. "Twenty five."

"Kinda young to be in the mafia, a bit too old to be babysitting, huh?"

"I grew up in this crew," he muttered. He dug into his plate, shoveling a big bite into his mouth. He didn't wait to swallow to continue, "Mr. Barnes took care of me and my aunt when my parents died."

"I'm sorry they're gone," you said earnestly.

Peter shrugged, but in a way that told you it bothered him. "I don't really remember them. It's fine."

"If you're like a son to him, why are you babysitting me?" you asked, trying to dig into his nerves a bit. He was young enough he'd likely give something up.

"I'm more like an annoying little brother." Peter let out a sigh and pointed his fork at you, "He said you needed to be protected. He didn't say you needed protection from him, though. He give you those bruises?"

You glanced away from his hazels, embarrassed, "I'm used to it."

His shoulders stiffened, and you knew you had him. You could use this, his childishly chivalrous want to protect a young battered woman.

"He hit you?" Peter asked cautiously, slowly.

"He does whatever he wants. He's the boss, after all," you replied, shrugging and turning back to the fridge.

You pulled out a water jug and went about pouring it into a couple glasses, taking your time. You could feel Peter's eyes on your back, likely trailing down to the bruises on your thighs. You let his mind wander, not answering completely and letting him come to his own conclusions.

When you finished you handed him one of the cups, then tucked into your own meal. Peter didn't say anything else, and neither did you, but his watchful gaze turned to one of empathetic curiosity.

When you were both done you took his plate in silence, washed everything up and went back to work.

Steve was on Bucky’s last nerve.

Ever since he picked up the girl and decided to keep her, Steve hadn’t stopped bitching about it. Bucky drove the entire way to Buchanan Inc.’s main headquarters with his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel as Steve talked his ear off.

They made their way up to the main building, into one of the few legitimate offices Bucky had. This office handled all of the IT for his manufacturing business, and Bucky waved at the worker bees at their desks as he walked by.

His office was on the top floor, surrounded by lawyers and Steve and Sam’s VP offices on the other three quadrants. Divided into four sections on each floor, Bucky’s made up an entire one on itself. His office had its own bathroom, weight section, and closet in case he needed an outfit change. His assistants, Wanda and May, took care of anything he needed, always happy to be where he needed them.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes,” May smiled as he made his way toward her desk. She and Wanda sat just outside his office, always keeping unwanteds out of his way and monitoring his calls.

“Morning, May,” he grinned back, happy to see her. He always liked May, and she was his father’s assistant before him. Since the business has grown, he hired Wanda to help with May’s workload. In return, May took care of him, so he took care of Peter as he was her nephew. “You got anything for me?”

“Just some mail and transcripts of voicemails. I’ve left those on your desk for review,” she told him, but the way she was watching him told him she wanted something else. He cocked a brow at her and she gave him her most dazzling smile, “I heard Peter’s keeping an eye on a lady friend of yours.”

“It’s time he got some more responsibility,” Bucky told her softly, a bit proud. He liked Peter, and saw the potential the kid had. He mostly worked with Stark and Banner in the lab, but Bucky wanted to eventually push him into a leadership role, a legitimate one so the kid would be set for life. “And don’t worry, where he is, he's completely safe.”

“As long as you think so, I won’t worry, then.”

“You always worry, May. It’s why I trust you.”

She smirked and nodded, “Thank you, Mr. Barnes. Let me know if you need anything.”

The dark marble floors were a welcome sight after nearly a week away. His Gucci loafers clicked along the floor as he pushed open the large doors to his suite. The executive desk laid before a wall of windows, ornate detailing glimmering in the morning light.

His happiness at being back at work was quickly shattered by Steve’s nagging in his ear, and Bucky barely had a moment in his pristine leather chair before he began again.

“What the hell is your deal with this girl, anyway?” he snapped, standing before Bucky’s desk and glaring down at him. “She that good at sucking dick, Buck?”

“Watch your tone, Stevie,” he replied without much bite, instead booting up his laptop to prep for the meetings he had today.

“The real question is; what’s your deal with this girl, Rogers?” Sam piped up, plopping down on the giant couch Bucky had in one corner. He lounged against the back and smirked at Steve when he glared his way next.

“My deal is that you’re giving her too much. She’s not worth all this effort,” Steve told them both with a low growl. “You can find another way to take down the Norns than fucking Loki’s girl.”

“She’s got more insight into his business than even he thinks,” Bucky said pointedly. “She was dating Loki for three and a half years, Steve. The guy loves her, and I know he told her more than she let on.”

“There’s no fuckin’ way-.”

“He does love her. I know he does, and he’ll do anything to get her back, including anything I say.”

“And when he gets her back, she’ll tell him everything she knows about us.”

Bucky chuckled darkly. He leaned on his elbows on the desk, his gloves creaking from the leather as he squeezed them together. “I don’t plan to give her back. She’s worth too much.”

“And you like her,” Steve bit back. “She can’t be that good in the sack, so you have feelings for her.”

“She’s just a toy, Steve,” Bucky sighed. He was growing tired of this conversation. “A toy with knowledge. I’ll get as much use out of her as I can.”

“And when she has nothing else to give but her cunt?” he snarked with a mean grin. “You gonna put a bullet in her head or am I supposed to do that?”

“I fully plan on upholding my deal with the girl,” Bucky snarled, standing sharply from the desk. His chair hit the window with a sharp clatter. “If she can prove Loki or someone else killed my father, then I’ll do what I said. I’ll set her up somewhere safe and give her what I owe her.

“If she doesn’t…” he muttered, cocking his head and staring off into space. “I’ll kill her and Loki myself.”

But he didn’t like the way it felt in his chest.

That seemed to satisfy him for the moment, and Steve let out a little huff before turning away. Sam watched amusedly as he paced back and forth, which was how Steve thought out things when he was stressed. Bucky also couldn’t help but poke that bear.

“You know, she was in the limo when Hela and Thor died.”

Steve turned slowly, his blue eyes blazing. With one arm crossed over his middle, he waved the other one in a rage, “Did she see you? Does she know you did it?”

Bucky shook his head, “She got shot. That scar on her arm is from taking a bullet trying to help them all.”

“How’d she make it out with one bullet wound?” Sam asked with a cocked brow.

“Loki shielded her with his body.”

“So he really does love her,” Steve muttered, mostly to himself. Bucky could see the wheels beginning to turn in his friend’s mind with that knowledge. “What could she have done to earn his trust like that?”

With that, Bucky reached into his bag and pulled out the photo the girl smuggled into her duffel bag. He’d taken it out earlier that day when he realized the importance of it. He handed it to Steve, and Sam got up from his spot to inspect it as well.

She and Loki stood in front of an old shack, smiling at the camera, but it had obviously been cropped. “Open the frame.”

Steve did as he was told and pulled the photo out. It unfolded to reveal Hela, Thor, Heimdall, and Fandrall on either side of them. Steve licked his lips and met Bucky’s gaze, “This was taken in South Sudan.” Bucky nodded, “I think that’s where they met.”

“What on earth could a girl like that be doing in South Sudan? That’s where you shot Loki in the knee, and why he uses that cane.”

“That’s what I plan to find out,” Bucky smiled brightly. “Loki scrubbed her files from most databases a year and a half ago to try to protect her from us. He was desperate that we didn’t know anything about her but what we could see through a camera lens.

“When I say she’s worth more than we know, this is what I mean.”

Sam let out a long breath, “You really sure we should be giving her access to our files, then?” “I put a tracking system on her phone. It records 24/7, video and audio. She won’t be doing anything we won’t know about.”

“This is a dangerous game, Buck,” Steve said solemnly, eyeing the photo with a pained expression. “This could blow up in our faces.”

“Danger is what we do, Stevie.”

You squinted at a bank statement, rubbing your temple with your free hand. Reading this much without your glasses was giving you a migraine.

Peter stood to one side of the room with all the exits in sight. Instead of glaring at you, he instead watched you curiously, his gaze mostly landing on your injuries. You hoped you'd planted the seed of sympathy for you in his mind, but it was hard to tell. You didn't know him well enough yet, but soon enough you would.

The elevator doors dinged in the main room, and you looked up just in time for James to stroll through the doors of the dining room. He was stunning, but gruffly tired in his suit. The soft beard suited him, as did the few buttons undone at the top of his shirt.

Those fiery ice blue eyes landed on you in a second, hungry as ever. He made his way to you, ignoring Peter completely. James turned your chair to face him and set both hands on the armrests, caging you in.

His breath smelled like he'd had a drink before coming back to the penthouse, and it wafted over you as he swallowed thickly.

"C'mon, let's go to bed."

You made a face, "But it's only five o'clock. It's too early for bed."

James shook his head in annoyance, letting one of his hands come up to cup your jaw. His thumb ghosted along the bruises he'd left on your throat this morning as he pressed a hard kiss to your lips.

"We're not gonna sleep, doll," he said dangerously as he pulled back, his bright eyes watching for any fight on your part.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you glanced awkwardly at Peter in his spot across the room before turning back to James and nodding, "Oh…okay."

James let out a little grunt at your acceptance and looped his hands under you, lifting you with ease onto his hips. He smacked your ass and squeezed, and you couldn't help but yelp in surprise.

He turned to Peter, "You're relieved for the night, kid."

Peter's gaze flicked to you, but you turned to press your face into James' neck to avoid it. "Yes sir, Mr. Barnes."

James waltzed down the hallway without a backward glance, but you peeked up enough to see Peter watching this monster carry you to his bedroom before James turned the corner. He made a beeline for the bed, dropping you on the mattress and going for his belt in the same movement.

"How was your day?" you asked, gazing up at him sweetly.

He stopped for a second, quirking a brow at you, "Busy and stressful."

He went back to work, slipping the belt off and tossing it to the ground. He went to his buttons on his shirt, but you stood and smacked his hands away lightly and started on them yourself.

James let you, and you asked quietly, "Aren't you going to ask how mine was?"

"I don't really care how your day was, doll."

"I went through most of the files," you said anyways, and he let out an exasperated groan. "I'd have gotten through more if I had my glasses."

You pushed off his shirt and let it hit the floor, then went for his pants. He just watched you, so you let out a little sigh, "I have the worst headache…"

James opened his mouth to speak, likely to tell you he didn't care, so you smoothed your hands up his fuzzy chest and placed a soft kiss to his sternum. You wanted to keep him happy, but you had to get what you needed.

"Will you make it go away, daddy?" you asked with a small pout. "Make me feel good and forget all about it?"

His brows raised in surprise, "What are you doing?"

You shrugged and stepped up on your tiptoes to kiss his chin, "Being your little doll."

"Dolls don't talk," he pointed out, but it was lightly playful. You had room to push.

"You like it when I talk," you replied coyly. This was the same game you'd play with Loki when you needed something before he changed. It felt a bit like riding a bike.

"Hmm," he hummed, scanning your gaze, but you made sure to watch him through your lashes with a small smile.

"You can't go out of the penthouse for a while," he said, throwing you off guard. You pulled back a bit but James just tugged your wrists back up to lace around his neck. "I'd rather wait for the heat to die down, but one of these days I'll take you out and show you off."

You nodded, but there was no hiding your disappointment. James leaned in and captured your lips in a slow kiss, and something fluttered in your chest as you kissed him back. Your eyes slipped shut, and you found yourself falling into it before he cruelly pulled away.

"Tomorrow, you and I will be having dinner. You're gonna dress up real nice and pretty for me," he told you softly, making your brows furrow in confusion. "We're gonna have ourselves a little date."

"I thought we couldn't leave the penthouse," you said slowly, and James grinned brightly at you.

"I have something in mind. Don't worry your pretty little head about it."

He didn't give you a chance to reply, instead scooping you up and carrying you back onto the bed. You hit the mattress with an oof when he tossed you down.

James was on you in a second, pushing up your dress and spreading your thighs wide for him. He planted himself between them, his broad hands palming the insides of your legs. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip as he gazed in awe at your cunt.

"I've been thinking about this pussy all day…" he murmured, transfixed. "The way it smells…"

James lay flat on the bed, nuzzling close. His nose brushed your folds as he took in a deep breath through his nostrils, exhaling with a deep groan.

Your nipples were rock hard as you watched him, tingling with delicious anxiety at what you knew was to come. Before the other day, it had been over a year since you'd been eaten out, and even though that experience with James ended badly, there was no denying his skill with his mouth.

"The way it tastes…"

His nose brushed up to your clit, replaced quickly by his fanning breath across your spread cunt. You got up on your elbows to watch as James licked a heavy stripe up your slit, his eyes rolling back. A soft moan escaped deep from your chest at the sight and sensation.

Quickly he palmed your thighs around his cheeks, licking you again. His large tongue laved along your lips, not quite delving inside, but enough to make your legs twitch.

"That damned body wash was in my head all day. I couldn't stop thinking about coming home and doing this."

His mouth closed over your clit, tongue flicking the bud once, twice, three times. You moaned and let your head fall back into the covers as he pressed harder. Slick pooled from your cunt and between your cheeks as he picked up his pace, your hips rolling in time to meet him again and again.

"Oh, God," you breathed painfully, reveling in the feeling of it. You started to let yourself fade again…into him and this feeling you'd gone so long without. Your fingers tangled into his hair, toes curling as that beautiful coil began to tighten deep in your belly.

And then James pulled away, licking his lips like a fiend. You let out a pitiful cry, looking at him with betrayal. James tugged your hands from his hair to loom above you, his lips glistening with your wetness.

"Is that why you put me in this dress?" you asked with a pant, squinting angrily at him. "To tease me?"

"Oh, calm down," he hushed, but it was playful. "You're being such a good girl, making all those noises. Don't ruin it now by talking."

"You like the noises I make?" you asked softly, smirking up at him.

James grinned wolfishly, "I love the noises you make."

You thought about that for a moment, watching the way your pussy juice glistened on his lips. You reached out to touch it, feel the way it slipped under your thumb.

"You taught me that… it was okay to make them," you murmured, and James squinted down at you. An idea surfaced, and before you could really think about it, you found yourself leaning up to kiss him. You could taste yourself on him, swallowing his groan as your tongue flicked out along his bottom lip. James kissed you back, his own licking against yours.

"Teach me more," you whispered as you pulled away, leaning your forehead against his. James watched you through hooded lids as you swallowed thickly to gather your thoughts. "Please?"

"Teach you?" he asked back, just as quiet.

"You gave me my first orgasm in over a year," you told him softly, arching your back up and spreading your legs wide. "And it was better than any orgasm Loki ever gave me. I want more, James.

"If I'm supposed to give you my body, I wanna do it right. I wanna make you feel just as good as you make me feel," you said. Your hand snaked between you to his unbuttoned slacks, palming him through the fabric. Though the rest of him stayed still, James' dick twitched in your hand. "Teach me how to pleasure you, daddy. I wanna learn."

A slow grin peeled across his cheeks, and his own hand moved to palm your throat. You extended your neck so he had as much room as he wanted. James' thumb caressed your jawline as he watched you, a dark fire breaking out behind those ice blues.

"You gonna do everything I say?" he asked dangerously. "It'll always end with you feeling good, doll. I promise, but you gotta do what I tell you."

You nodded the best you could. "I promise, daddy."

"Hold onto the pillows, princess," he commanded, a soft yet devilish voice. "Just let it happen."

You did as you were told, sliding your hands up to hold the pillow under your head. You kept your legs spread wide, though you were beginning to sweat under the cardigan and all this dirty talk, but you didn't want to risk interrupting what he had now in mind.

James kept one hand planted firmly on your throat, the other pushing up your dress around your waist to expose your cunt to anyone who would walk through the bedroom door. His deft fingers ghosted along the inside of your thigh, smooth and sure when you were so anxious.

"Perfect, stay just like that," he praised, and your back arched as if on instinct, a primal response to him telling you a nice thing.

The pads of his fingers pressed against your slick entrance. A shuddering breath rattled through your ribcage as he teased your hole, watching your face as you watched his hand. His finger disappeared, and with it, your pussy stretched around it.

Your jaw dropped as you watched it, felt the slight sting of your muscles expanding against the intrusion. Your eyes welled, the wet sound of him pumping you slowly filling the room.

"Look at me, doll," he grunted, in such a softly demanding voice you couldn't help but comply. "Watch me while you fall apart."

His weight pressed harder on your throat, constricting the flow of air. Your face rushed with heat, the sopping of your cunt flooding between your thighs. James pressed another finger inside slowly, smiling to himself as he watched your mouth open a little further.

The burning subsided to slippery wet pleasure, your breath picking up even though it was restricted with the slightly increasing weight of James pushing down on you. You held onto the pillows tightly as your cunt clenched around his digits, your back arching.

James' eyes bored into yours, but there was no mistaking the same hazy blur in them that was sure to be in yours. He was just as lost in it as you were, and when you let out a desperate moan his fingers tightened around your throat while the ones inside you curled.

"Ohhh," you whined, toes curling once more at the feeling.

"Roll your hips, doll," James murmured, thrusting a little faster, but just as smooth into your pussy. "Fuck my hand."

You didn't know if it was the loss of oxygen or your fucked up brain, but it sent a jolt of liquid heat straight to your cunt. His soft commands, his strong hand, it was doing just what you wanted. You were fading into James Barnes. For a little while, all you had to do was live in the pleasure before you had to go back to surviving.

A blessed reprieve.

Your hips rolled, rocking down on his thick fingers in time with his own movements. Watching him as you did what he told you, you knew it was messed up. This man abducted you, raped you, was mentally torturing you, and you basically begged for more.

You knew you were doing this to survive, both mentally and and physically…but a part of you liked it. A part of you was good at this…Sleeping with monsters.

Your face flushed with a rush of heat at the thought, sinful as it was. Your pussy clamped down as a sudden orgasm shattered your mind. It came out of nowhere. Your body arched violently, an earthquaking cry of ecstasy bursting from your chest.

"Ohh, daddy!" you yelled out, your whole being shaking under his tight grip, his probing hand. He never stopped, never relented until all the shuddering petered out.

Your legs twitched as he slowed, and you came slowly back to the world around you. James loomed above you, sucking on the fingers of one hand while the other brushed back your hair.

"Good girl," he cooed sweetly as he pulled them from his lips. James leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting out a soft sigh before pulling away.

"See? What am I always saying?" he asked in a light voice.

"Do what you tell me and you'll take care of me," you croaked back. Your eyes filled with grateful tears that it was true, that again it was true. He wasn't like Loki, he didn't trick you.

"That's right. My good girl's right," James whispered sweetly. "I'm taking care of you, aren't I?"

James trailed kisses across your face, dusting your cheeks with his soft attention. You didn't realize how hard you were clutching the pillow until you peeled your fingers away from it. You laced your hands into James' hair as you came down from your high, reveling in the feeling.

"Take care of me, daddy," you found yourself saying, steady and strong. You meant it. "Please."

James pressed his lips to your jaw, “How’s your headache, doll?”

Scratching his scalp, you licked your lips as you laid there content, “Mmm, fading.”

“Let’s make it go away, huh?”

James pulled you to sit up and pushed off your cardigan. You watched as he threw it off into the ether, then hopped off the bed to rid himself of his pants. They crumpled to the floor, his hard length bobbing and ready for you as he climbed back onto the covers.

Gripping the hem of your dress, James lifted it up and over your head. Your hair brushed your shoulder blades as he tossed it behind him, and his hands went straight for your breasts.

"Mmm," he hummed as he palmed them, "a few good meals, some meat on your bones, and you'll be perfect."

You leaned back on your hands as he gazed in pure pleasure at your tits in his hands. "You like a bit of meat?"

James' devilish eyes flicked to yours with a smirk, "More to hold onto. Less likely I'm gonna break you, doll."

"You take care of your toys. Right, daddy?"

"I do," he murmured, then captured your lips with his. Your arms looped around his shoulders as he pressed you into the mattress, his weight pushing you deep into the fluffy bedspread.

You let out a soft moan as his hands tangled into your hair, his cock pressing insistently against your core. Your inner thighs were slippery from his tongue and fingers, easy for him to glide over your folds. James groaned into you, rocking you into that place of complacency and brain fog.

He lifted just enough to turn you gently onto your stomach, lifting your hips and stuffing a pillow beneath them. His chest pressed against your back, his knees pushing your legs wide apart.

When his tip breached your entrance, you whined in anticipation. He pushed inside just enough to make you tense, then started a trail of kisses along your shoulder. His strong palms slid up the curves of your bruised body, gentle and soft, climbing over your shoulders and arms until his fingers intertwined with yours.

"Just let it happen, doll," he whispered sweetly, his voice gruff as he held himself back. "You can't stop this, and you don't want to."

It was strange, how when he said it like that it was tantalizing. Before it terrified you, but with his body molded over yours and his soft breath in your ear, it made your pussy twitch and flood. His warmth, his weight, it lulled you into a sea of hazy fog to take you away from the fear of the last year and a half.

James thrust further in slowly, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath. He pulled out a bit, pushed forward a bit, until he was rocking you into the blankets while you lay there, taking it all.

It didn't take long for the coil to build again, for your eyes to roll into the back of your head. You were so full, and warm. Your fingers tightened around his, surrounded by James and his musky scent as his cock spread you wide open, trapped around his girth.

He glided through you like he was made to, slick and smooth. With your back arched and your chest pressed into the mattress, you just took it all like he wanted you to. Your body just let go, drinking in the experience and his pampering.

It wasn't like with Loki, who wanted you to be a toy by way of just being a hole to use and abuse. Sure, James said those things, but with him the word toy was used with endearment. He still wanted you to feel good, to enjoy it. He just wanted you to be in the moment and let him make you cry out and cum around him.

James' hand untangled from one of yours, the other gripping both wrists. He pressed his palm on the back of your neck, pushing you into the bed. The new angle hit you deep, the insistent pressing of his head against your cervix making your pussy weep with ecstasy.

You cried weakly into the sheets as you came. Your eyes clamped shut, a sudden flood of tears pouring down your cheeks. They soaked the blanket as James picked up speed, grunting behind you.

"There you go," he cooed sweetly, his hips punishingly slapping into the backs of your thighs. His words were so sweet compared to his movements, it made your murky head swim. "That's all daddy wanted. Just a good toy…"

James groaned, thrusting harshly one last time. He buried himself deep as he came, his strong hands bruising where they held you. As he finished, a choked sob suddenly burst from your chest, and then your whole body began to shake.

"Hey, hey," he murmured as he pulled out and turned you on your back. You both sighed achingly at the feeling, but you couldn't stop crying. James brushed back your messy hair and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head roughly, but the tears didn't stop. You covered your face with your hands as you tried to quell them, but suddenly you were a burst pipe, crying with an intensity you had never had.

"What then-. Oh," James said as some realization hit him. He kissed the back of your hand, not even trying to get you to drop them. "I'll go get you some water."

"No!" you cried out, sitting up sharply and dragging him back to you. You didn't know why, but you needed him here. "Please don't leave me, please!"

"I'm not leaving. It's okay," he soothed. James sat next to you on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. You couldn't seem to help yourself. You held him tightly and cried into his neck.

"I don't, I don't know why I'm crying," you wailed pitifully. "It was wonderful, James! I just don't want you to go… I'll stop, I promise!"

"Don't worry about it, doll," James whispered, cuddling you close. He rubbed his big hands over your body, making you feel so safe and small in his arms. He rocked you back and forth as the tears started to slow. "You did a great job. You were perfect. You're just having some sub drop. It happens, and it's okay."

"S-subdrop?" you hiccuped, rubbing your face.

"Sometimes, you get so calm and immersed in a scene, that you just lose yourself a bit," he murmured against your hair. "You let go of everything, and when you peak it can be overwhelming. All those emotions just spill out of you when you release."

"You're not mad?" you asked quietly, hardly above a whisper. "It was so good and I ruined it."

James moved you to sit in front of him. He set his legs on either side of you, naked as the day he was born and his dick still covered in your slick and his cum. He cupped your face in his hands and stared you down with those bright eyes.

"You didn't ruin anything. It's a good thing, doll. You did exactly what I told you to do and you let go." You couldn't help but give him a watery smile, and he returned it softly. James cocked his head, "You were right about one thing, though."

You sniffled, watching him worriedly. "About what?"

"It's too early to sleep," he said, giving you a mischievous look. "How about a movie? I'll make you a snack, and we'll snuggle up on the couch."

You brightened up. That sounded like heaven after the long day you had. "Okay, daddy."

James gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before lifting you up from the bed. He carried you naked on his hip as he went to the kitchen and made popcorn, refusing to let you down even as he poured it into a bowl.

He set you gently on the couch and draped a fuzzy blanket over your shoulders, then went back to the kitchen to pour some wine. He only poured one glass, which was a good thing as you were already falling asleep by the time he came back.

You curled up against him under the blanket, and he fed you pieces of popcorn along with a few sips of the wine in between. He put on the Lord of the Rings, and as much as you loved the movie it put you to sleep pretty quickly.

Just before slumber took you under, snug and warm under the covers, you peeked out your head to look up at James. He looked down at you with a soft smile and a gentle kiss to your nose.

"Do you like me, James?"

His eyes widened at your question, but he thankfully didn't pull away. He just rubbed your back and cocked his head, "What do you mean?"

You shrugged, "I know you like me in bed but…what about this? Spending time with me."

He shifted awkwardly as he thought, glancing away. You could see his mind churning, and for a second you assumed he was coming up with a response that would both insult and terrify you, and you were ready to burst into tears again.

James settled back against the couch and hugged you close, letting out a soft sigh.

"Yeah, I think I do, doll." He frowned, suddenly seeming a bit unsure of himself. He cleared his throat and pointedly watched the television instead of you. "What about you?"

That was when you knew you had him. A piece of him, anyways, that actually liked you. One that was sympathetic. You snuggled close and pressed a sweet to his neck, smiling as you felt him take in a breath.

"I do," you whispered, "I've never felt like this before."

His arms tightened around you, but he said nothing. Content with your manipulations for the day, you finally let yourself fall asleep in your captor's arms, somehow feeling safer than you had in over a year.

Notes: Peter's gonna play a MUCH bigger part in this than you're expecting o.O and so are Steve and Sam <3

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just imagine it. disney decides to finally make a 2d animation again. the trailers look beautiful. the setting is mesmerizing. prince charming is a real james potter type. brave and chivalrous. but they never show the princess. everyone is bubbling in anticipation for disney's next damsel in distress. the movie releases. the princess in question is no princess at all. it's a misunderstood teenage boy with raven hair and stormy eyes. starchaser coming to a theater near you

#this would actually be so beautiful #can you imagine #james with his sword #regulus with magic #CAN YOU IMAGINE THEM FIGHTING TOGETHER #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #marauders #disney #hear my call

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knuffled · 6 months

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not so bad - chapter 8

last chapter of the punk!percy fic! hope you all enjoy

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Saturday, six on the dot. Annabeth sat in her car in the parking lot outside Sally’s and drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. She had to reign in the itch to glance at her phone, which laid face up in the passenger’s seat, in case Percy texted her. When she got to the restaurant, she’d shot him a text letting him know that she was there, and he’d replied that he’d be out in a few minutes. It had only been a minute or two since then, but the wait felt intolerable to her.

The last time she’d been on a date was a total trainwreck. She’d been a sophomore going out with a college freshman named Luke, which should have been enough to clue her in to the fact that she was dealing with a creep, but in her hubris, she’d thought he saw something special in her, recognized her maturity even. In the end, it was because he’d assumed Annabeth was impressionable and easy, mistakenly so considering she had ditched him at the restaurant under the pretense of needing to use the restroom.

She didn’t have fears that her date with Percy would be like that, but in the three minutes she sat there, she became woefully aware of her own lack of dating experience. It had never mattered to her before, but she didn’t want to come across as lame and uncool in front of someone as effortlessly debonair as Percy.

Oof. Debonair. An SAT word. Definitely lame and uncool.

Annabeth peeked down at the outfit Piper had helped her choose: a billowy, black shirt-like blouse and a pair of high-waisted white pants. Even she had to admit the outfit looked good, but now that she had time to languish in her own mental prison, she wasn’t sure it would be to Percy’s taste. Annabeth buried her face in her hands. God, she should’ve gone with something more fun and casual.

A knock on her window made Annabeth jolt in her seat. It was Percy, motioning for her to roll down her window, so she did. As he rested a forearm against the doorframe and leaned in, the scent of his cologne caught her off guard and made her face prickle.

She shook her head to physically dispel her thoughts and said, “H-Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” Percy said, smiling. “I was thinking I could drive tonight, but I’ll leave it up to you.”

“Uh, yeah, no, that’s fine by me,” Annabeth said.

“Cool!” Percy said, straightening. “You can just leave your car here in the lot then.”

Annabeth nodded and turned off the ignition before grabbing the keys and her purse. Percy rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets, and grinned at her when she got out of the car. As they started walking, Annabeth took a second to get a proper look at him since she’d been too frazzled to before. He was wearing a black bomber jacket over a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black chinos. It was almost unfair how good he looked with such a simple outfit, like James Dean or something.

He must have noticed her staring because he coughed surreptitiously. “Am I too underdressed or something? I can head inside and change real quick?”

“Oh, no, you look good,” Annabeth said quickly. “Great actually.”

“Yeah?” Percy asked, ducking his chin. “Well, I think you’ve got me beat in the outfit department. You look, um- spectacular.”

It was a little pathetic how giddy that made her feel. “T-Thanks.”

Percy shot her a boyish smile that she couldn’t help returning. When they came to a stop in front of a blue Prius, Annabeth couldn’t help giving him a little shit.

“Who would’ve thought,” Annabeth drawled. “Percy Jackson drives a Prius.”

“It gets good mileage, okay?” Percy protested, his face turning pink. “And it’s environmentally friendly!”

Annabeth bit back a smile and shrugged. “Just seems like an odd fit for a brooding, bad boy-type.”

Percy rolled his eyes and opened the passenger’s side door for her, which was such an antiquated, chivalrous thing to do that it made her swoon just a little bit. He waited until she was settled before sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the car. As they pulled out of the lot, Percy reached to turn on some music out of habit, but a Nirvana riff blared through the speakers so loudly it felt like getting hit in the face with a shovel. He immediately shut it off, but Annabeth laughed at the way his cheeks flushed.

He ruffled his hair and muttered, “Sorry. Forgot I had it turned up that loud.”

“Was that Territorial Pissings?”

Percy turned to her, eyebrows raised. “You know that song?”

Annabeth nodded. “Yeah, one of my stepbrothers, Bobby, is obsessed with Nirvana. He got a guitar for his birthday, and he’s trying to learn their songs.”

He gave an innocuous look and asked, “And how has that been?”

“Awful,” Annabeth admitted. “Like, hearing a total newbie butcher Nirvana riffs on a shitty practice amp is miserable, especially when their bedroom is right to yours.” “Yeah, I’ll bet,” Percy said, laughing. “What kind of music do you listen to?”

“I like a lot of stuff.”

“C’mon, that’s a cop out answer,” Percy said. “Give me a guilty pleasure song.”

“I don’t believe in guilty pleasure songs,” Annabeth said, shrugging.

He gave her a sidelong glance. “Hmm, I can see that, considering you’re the heathen that puts pineapple on pizza. Shame probably isn’t in your vocabulary.”

Annabeth snorted with laughter, which made him smile. There was something so easy about talking to him. They must have driven for at least a half hour, but it felt like five minutes passed because the conversation flowed so well between them. Annabeth had seen in movies or heard from Piper that chemistry was important when it came to romance, but she’d never known what that meant. The idea of magically clicking with someone, feeling effortlessly seen and understood, sounded like a fantasy. At the very least, it wasn’t something she ever thought would happen to her. And yet, here she was, talking to this gorgeous boy that she hadn��t even known four months ago, and she suddenly understood what Piper had meant.

Eventually, Percy pulled into a parking lot and opened the door for her again. Annabeth tried to ignore the heat of his hand on the small of her back as he guided her inside the building. It was an indoor mini-golf course.

When Annabeth glanced at him, Percy shrugged and said, “A little cliché, I know, but you’re a competitive person so I figured getting your ass kicked is probably your love language.”

Annabeth barked a laugh. “Oh, is that right? You sound awfully confident.”

His eyes twinkled. “Only a little bit.”

They got a pair of clubs and spent the better part of two hours taking a child’s game far too seriously. True to his word, Percy did end up kicking her ass, but Annabeth did a damn good job for a first-timer. By his own admission, she would have won if they’d played as beginners. Still, it was a ton of fun since Annabeth tended to scare people off by being too intense and competitive, but instead that seemed to attract Percy, not push him away.

After mini-golf, they went back to the restaurant, which Sally closed early for the night on account of their date. Percy took her back into the kitchen and tossed her an apron, which surprised her.

“Uh, what’s this for?” “We’re gonna make a pizza for each other that we think the other person would like.” Percy shrugged off his jacket and tied his apron behind his back with practiced ease. “And it goes without saying, but no pineapple on mine, please.”

Annabeth toyed with the apron’s strands. “Uh, I should let you know, I’m kind of a walking disaster in the kitchen.”

Percy waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be watching you every step of the way.”

Despite her apprehension, Annabeth nodded and slipped on her apron. Percy grabbed some dough that had already been proofing in the fridge and showed her how to flatten it into an oblong disk with a rolling pin. He tossed them into the air himself since Annabeth stood a snowball’s chance in hell of pulling that off. After that, he showed her how to ladle the sauce and distribute cheese, but he let her have free reign over the remaining toppings. Since it was a secret, they worked at other ends of the kitchen, but Percy ultimately put the pizzas in the wood-fire oven, although he made a show of closing his eyes so he wouldn’t see her toppings.

Within a minute or two, Percy fished their pizzas out and cut them. Percy’s pizza for her was sausage and black olive, and her pizza for him was Calabrian chilis and feta.

Percy took a bite of a slice and made a sound of surprise. “Wow, this is great. I’ve never tried this combo before.”

“I had it once at a restaurant back when I lived in San Francisco,” Annabeth said. “It was one of my favorites there. I didn’t know you guys had Calabrian chili’s here, otherwise I would have ordered it.”

Percy nodded and then motioned for her to try hers as well. “It’s delicious.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Percy said, smiling. “Ever since I was a kid, if I was having a bad day or we were celebrating something or just because, my Ma would make a sausage and olive pie for me. It’s my favorite food.”

“It’s a good choice,” Annabeth said softly. “Could be improved with some pineapple though.”

That made him shake with laughter, and something about the sight of him sitting on the countertop, hiding his smile behind a hand like it wasn’t worth seeing, stirred something in her.

She craned up to kiss him, catching him by surprise. Instead of melting into the kiss, he broke away and met her eyes with a hard look on his face.

Panic and hurt rushed through her, but Percy whispered, “This- look, I know you only meant it as a joke earlier, but this isn’t all to like fulfill some bad boy fantasy or something, right?”

“It’s not, Percy,” Annabeth said quickly. “Why would you think that?”

He averted his gaze and said, “I, uh, have had bad experiences in the past with girls like building this weird idea of me in their heads, and then they’d get disappointed that I wasn’t what they wanted me to be. And like, that’s fine, but I really, really like you Annabeth, and I- I’m not sure-”

“Hey, listen to me,” Annabeth said, putting a hand on his cheek. “I like you. Like a lot. It’s honestly a little scary how much. The whole bad boy thing was an insensitive thing to say, I didn’t mean that, and I promise that’s not what I like about you or even how I think of you, okay?”

“Okay,” Percy whispered. He pulled her closer to him, hands resting on her hips, and put his forehead against hers. “Sorry for fucking up our first kiss.”

Annabeth breathed a laugh and leaned in to steal a kiss. “Oh, don’t worry about that. We have plenty of time to make up for it.”

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