#navy au

[wormiest-worm]

so I’ve been reading the Aubrey/Maturin series… I fear it might be affecting me a bit

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

The Water Crests and Sinks Away (He Looked Just Like a Navy Man) Epilogue Seven - Brooklyn, New York - December, 1945.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> James 'Bucky' Barnes x Original Male Character (Winter x Lt. Gregor Tyne)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> In which Tyne has a very important question to ask.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 956.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> E - Please read mindfully and be aware that this will be set in the arena of WWII and naval service, with corresponding themes, including but not limited to mentions of military procedures and weaponry, and era-typical attitudes to homosexuality.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Masterlist can be found here.

<- Epilogue Six Epilogue Eight ->

Tyne had decided with the certainty with which he decided most things.

In war, a wrong step, a hesitation, a moment of doubt - all of it could mean death for dozens, hundreds of men. He had learned a long time ago to only act when he was sure.

And he had never been more sure of anything.

He waited until Winter had left. The younger man had gone out - not far, simply sent down the block on an errand he hadn’t questioned, because Winter trusted Tyne in the way that you trusted someone who had well-established themselves not to misuse your absence.

And Effie noticed immediately, of course, watching Greg pace back and forth across her living room, glancing periodically out of the window as if watching for her son’s return, his jaw set and his mouth in a tight line.

“You look like you’re about to deliver bad news,” she noted, her eyes never wavering from his face as she folded a dish towel and placed it on the counter before crossing her arms over her chest. “Sit down, before you wear a groove in my floor.”

Tyne sat, as obedient to the wishes of Winnifred Barnes as her own son was.

He placed his hands on his knees. The shaking was bad that day, and his fingertips fluttered irregularly against his pressed - and fur-dusted - trousers. He sat with his spine straight - the posture of a man who had stood before inquiries and commanding officers without flinching - but something in the set of his jaw betrayed his nervousness before a Brooklyn seamstress. The mother of his partner.

Winnifred Barnes watched him with a calm interest, unshaken.

“Well?” she prompted softly.

Greg inhaled.

“I want to be very clear with you,” he began carefully. “I know there is no legal recognition for what I am about to ask you. I understand that what I can offer your son is not a protection in the eyes of the state, and certainly not a safety from judgment. I will not insult you by pretending otherwise.”

Effie’s expression softened - not indulgent, nor pitying, but simply attentive.

“But,” Greg continued, his voice steadying as he gained confidence, “I love him, and I intend to build a life with him. One that is… Deliberate, and lasting, and…” He hesitated, searching for the right word, one that would do his thoughts justice without promising something it couldn’t. “And honorable, in every way that matters.”

He waited, giving her room to speak, and swallowed when she said nothing, pressing on.

“I can’t offer him something that the world will recognize, I know that. But I can offer him constancy. A home. My name, to those who would count it. And my vow - which is not something I give lightly.”

“So I’m asking you,” he finished softly, his eyes on hers unfalteringly, “for your permission. To consider myself bound to your son, if he agrees. As his partner and as his family, for as long as he’ll have me.”

The room lapsed into stillness, into silence, and Effie watched him for a long moment - not as judgement, but in the careful consideration as something being weighed with care.

Finally, she reached for her teacup, and took a sip in silence. Greg gulped.

“You know,” she murmured eventually, not looking away from the dark gaze locked on hers, “when James was little, he used to come home with pockets full of broken things - a watch that didn’t work, a small knife with the blade bent.”

The lieutenant blinked at that, wrong-footed by the sudden shift.

“He’d lay them out on the table,” she continued, “and tell me what they used to be for. What they could be again, if only someone knew how. What they could be again, if he put in the effort.”

She looked at Tyne over the rim of her cup, quiet and considerate.

“You look at my son in the same way he used to look at those things.”

Greg’s throat tightened, jaw twitching once. “He’s not broken,” he replied immediately, and Effie smiled a little.

“No, he isn’t,” she agreed. “But he’s been handled roughly by the world. He came back from that war with pieces he didn’t know how to set down, how to put them back together in a way that makes sense to him.”

Greg nodded, just once. “I know.”

She studied him again - steadiness, restraint, unmistakable love.

“Will you choose him,” she asked softly, “even when he’s the difficult choice?”

“Yes.”

“Even when he goes quiet?”

“Yes.”

“Even when the world reminds you that it won’t make room for love like yours?”

“Especially then,” Greg replied without hesitation.

Effie reached out, placing her hand over his, a smile curving the edge of her mouth. “Then you have my permission, and my blessing. For whatever shape your marriage takes.”

Greg swallowed, head bowing for a moment in gratitude so profound it stole his breath, his fingers trembling lightly beneath hers. “Thank you,” he murmured eventually, his voice thick.

Effie squeezed his hand gently. “I know you’ll take care of him.”

“I will,” the lieutenant agreed firmly. “Every day. On my life.”

When the door opened a few minutes later, Winter stepping in with his coat half unbuttoned, he paused, brow furrowing with concern. “… What is it? What’s happened?”

“Nothing,” his mother replied easily as she got to her feet, but Winter scoffed.

“Then why do both look like you’ve been crying?”

Effie smiled, and paused to kiss his cheek as she passed. “Because your tea’s gone cold, Jamie.”

Winter looked at his partner, one eyebrow raised. “What did I miss?” he mouthed, and Greg met his eyes steadily, his gaze warm.

“Nothing,” he agreed softly, chest aching.

[lights-out-away-we-go]

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NAVY (Blue)

Pairing: Lestappen

Max is a pilot in the US Navy. He is also an Alpha like most pilots are. His hatred for authority made him climb the ranks quickly. At the request of his supervisor, he is removed from his current mission and stationed at the ship Nimitz where he will be Commanding Officer for a strike fighter squadron.

Omega Charles Leclerc joins the squadron. The atmosphere between the ship crew is toxic and the political situation is tense. Max desperately tries to not to let the situation slide out of control.

Or: Alpha Max and Omega Charles Military-Pilot AU

[deancaspinefest]

Given to Fly

Author: MittenWraith (mittensmorgul) | Artist: seidenapfel

Posting on Sunday April 14

It only upsets Dean's comfortable routine a little bit when Claire's illustrious uncle moves down to Norfolk to run his airfield. That is, until he meets his new boss face to face and can barely make words happen. Cas isn't doing much better, even if he knows exactly what he'd say to Dean if only he weren't Dean's commanding officer... Test pilot instructor Cas (who's afraid of boats) ran from his Air Force family to join the Navy, Dean ran from his Marine Corps father to work on airplanes for the Navy-- just as long as he doesn't have to fly in one, he's fine. They've met in the middle, but also in an impossible circumstance. It seems as if the one thing they want is something they can't have. Unless solving one impossible mystery could free them...

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean arrived at work bright and early the next morning, expecting to have a little time to get ready before Captain Castiel Novak was expected to make a general inspection with Rufus in advance of handing over the reins to him. Unfortunately for Dean, he was a little too late for that. He walked into his office to find Rufus sitting in his chair, having a cup of his coffee. That in itself wasn’t surprising, but the fact he was sharing a cup while having a chat with the illustrious and storied Captain Novak was. He was so entirely caught off guard he almost forgot to salute as Rufus got to his feet.

“Chief Winchester, we weren’t expecting you in for another half hour or so,” Rufus said as Captain Novak stood up and turned around to be introduced and saluted. Dean was grateful to Rufus for babbling on for a bit before getting to business, because the second Dean saw the man’s face he lost the power of speech. “Captain Novak wanted to know where to get the best cup of coffee on base, so of course I led him straight to your office. Captain Castiel Novak, this is Chief Petty Officer Dean Winchester, mechanic extraordinaire and keeper of primo coffee beans.”

Dean managed another salute, which Novak returned.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chief Winchester,” Castiel said, looking just as knocked off balance as he shook himself off as Dean felt. “I understand we’ll be working closely together.”

Since Dean was standing there rather dumbly nodding back at him, Rufus broke the tension by clearing his throat and sitting back down at Dean’s desk.

“Captain Novak will be shadowing me for the next few days, and then taking over full time by the end of next week,” Rufus said. “Though I’m sure you don’t need me teaching you the ropes on how an airfield runs.”

Novak let out a little huff of a laugh at that. “Hopefully not. Though it is a new working environment, and the transition can be difficult for everyone involved. It’s well known you’re a beloved leader to your crew, and filling those shoes is never easy. Though the excellent coffee doesn’t hurt,” he added, taking his seat and toasting Dean with his cup.

Dean just stood there looking at Novak’s shoes before finally shaking himself off and noticing the apologetic smile on his new boss’s face falter just a little. Novak glanced at Rufus before looking back at Dean.

“I hope we haven’t overstepped, invading your space like this…”

“No, sir. My door is always open for anyone who needs it,” Dean finally managed, starting to feel like a human being and not a walking x-ray scan. Novak was still staring at him, though, and he knew he must be making a terrible impression. He pulled himself together and stood up a little straighter. “Even if they just need a decent cup of joe.”

“Well, Winchester, since you’re here, would you mind going through morning inspection with the Captain?” Rufus asked, after it was clear that Dean and Cas would otherwise just continue to stare at each other if left to their own devices.

Dean was doubly grateful that he’d already stopped for breakfast on his way in and hadn’t brought it with him to eat at his desk. He dropped his gear bag beside his desk and grabbed the inspection roster off the shelf beside the door.

“Ready when you are, Captain. One fifty cent tour, coming right up.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday April 14)

[hardballooneagle]

AU Idea

I have a pretty crack-like AU where Jake and his crew serve in the US Navy, but in different fields:

Jake

Rank: Captain

Occupation: Commanding officer of the USS Buccaneer (Bucky for short.)

Izzy

Rank: Lieutenant

Occupation: Naval aviator

Cubby

Rank: Petty officer, third class

Occupation: Cartographer aboard USS Buccaneer

USS Buccaneer

Type of ship: Aircraft carrier

P.S. Hook and crew are aboard a different vessel, a frigate that rivals with the USS Buccaneer’s crew.

[gimmemore14]

I want to know about all your WIPs, cause I'm greedy that way, but if I have to limit it to one, then I'd love to hear more about the Pirate/navy Au omegaverse (Dark!brudick—> sladick).

Thanks for the asks!! I lumped in @hii-theree ‘s too so I can get two birds one stone :)

SO I love pirates, favorite childhood/teenage series was one called bloody jack where an orphan girl disguises herself as a boy and joins the navy as a cabin boy, it’s based loosely on the multitude of true stories of women cross dressing to fight in the navy army ect! On the plane I couldn’t help but think of a similar idea but Dick is an omega that disguises himself since theyre not allowed (but of course Bruce finds out…)

Here, have a snippet!

Dick swipes at the sweat streaming down his face as he climbs up the main mast with a heavy chest strapped to his back. There's nothing to shield his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun- his captain’s hat lost long ago during the battle- or the glint of it reflecting off of a looking glass on the Deathstroke’s quarterdeck.

That bastard is watching him.

Good.

Wally, as unhappy as he was with his captain, lowered the Navy ship’s colors for him before helping wrangle their angry bosun onto the rowboat and boarding as well. Dick will miss his first mate dearly, but a captain’s duty is to protect his crew first.

Damned be what the admiral says.

He waves the white flag from his perch in the rigging as his crew starts rowing away in the lifeboats. They won’t have any hope of escaping the pirates unless Captain Wilson takes his deal, but Dick is confident in his persuasiveness. He makes sure the treasure is in clear view as the pirate ship throws their lines over to moor the ships together.

As the pirates swarm the ship below, Dick surveys the poor state of it. The Nightwing’s foremast lays like an anchor in the water, snapped but still attached. They would have had to find a port quickly to fix all of the damage to the deck, but he already knows his beloved ship, commissioned for him, is doomed for destruction.

An imposing man steps easily across the divide of the ships, any doubt that this is the same captain who’s been hounding him for years is cut away as the man meets his eyes.

“I see even as a captain the pretty bird is more at home in the rigging. What an unusual surrender… you hiding like a treed mountain lion and your men abandoning their captain.”

“It’s purposeful,” Dick says, his chin tilted up proudly despite feeling so young in front of the grizzled pirate. “I’d like to propose a deal, my surrender is already guaranteed and not part of it but the safety of this chest and the information it contains is.”

He unstraps the chest and dangles it over the open water with one hand. The captain’s eye widens in concern for a split second before schooling itself into indifference.

“It’s well known that I have more treasure than I know what to do with,” Captain Wilson counters, seemingly amused. “Do you really think a singular treasure chest will stop me from aiming our canons at your crew?”

“No, but I heard a rumor your enchantment from the seawitch is nearing its end and I’m well aware you’re looking for a solution.” Dick pauses, thrilled and terrified that the captain’s full focus is now on him. “A solution I hold in my hand right now.”

Captain Wilson is silent for a beat, clearly weighing his options. If they shoot Dick, his body and the treasure will potentially both plunge into the sea, he’s confident it won’t go that way but he’s made his peace if it does.

When the gruff man shakes his head in what seems like amusement, Dick feels a spark of hope. “I see you’ve been keeping track of me as thoroughly as I have you. You’ve caught me in a good mood after capturing your ship and admittedly, I admire your boldness Grayson. So, what are your demands?”

“I know you as a man of your word and I trust you know me as a man of mine, I will happily hand over this chest for the guaranteed safety of my men.” Dick promises, holding the treasure more steadily with two hands now. “A navel port is not far from here, let them row away and the chest is yours.”

The man removes his hat to better meet Dick’s eye before asking, “You’d trust the word of a pirate?”

“No, not any pirate. Just yours.”

Captain Wilson nearly smiles, although his expression’s much too sinister to be called as such; all the same, he stops his men from aiming their muskets at the lifeboats. “Come down here then, little bird, we have a deal.”

The tension leaves Dick’s body, despite him knowing his own nightmare is just beginning. His men are safe, he’s done what he’s promised. He tells himself that it doesn’t matter what happens to him as long as his men make it to that port. As he slides down the rigging and onto the deck, Captain Wilson’s eye never leaves him, there’s an uncomfortable weight to it that makes him shiver.

Dick stands straight after placing the chest at the man’s feet. In this proximity, the captain’s alpha scent is overwhelming, eagerly proclaiming him the most dangerous man on the sea. Not for the first time, Dick is glad for the Navy’s insistence on blockers… he wouldn’t have been made captain without them.

“Now, what to do with you, little Captain.” The alpha contemplates, beginning to circle Dick like a shark. “Your safety was not a part of the deal.”

Dick fights to not swallow the lump in his throat. “I am aware.”

“If you throw yourself at my feet and beg,” Captain Wilson muses, stopping in front of him. “Perhaps I’ll consider not turning you into fish bait… you and this ship have lost me a lot of money and men.”

“I know,” Dick says, clenching his fist against the nervous tremors threatening to take over his body. “I am sorry for the men, but not for the money… and I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t beg either.”

An incredulous laugh escapes Captain Wilson before his menacing eye turns calculating. “Perhaps a good keelhauling will remedy that.”

Dick can’t control his trembling any longer, images flashing of when Admiral Wayne ordered Roy keelhauled for getting too friendly with Dick. He came up half drowned, his back torn to pieces by the barnacles, and promising to keep his relationship with Dick professional. He nearly died of infection that week. The scarring and distance between them remains the same today.

“I surrendered, of course you can do what you would like,” he says around the lump in his throat. “But I would warn against it.”

Captain Wilson, seeing his fear and enjoying it, tilts his head curiously. “And why is that?”

Dick forces himself to meet the man’s eye and his voice to not shake. “I’m the only person I’ve come across that can read that map, I’d be more useful to you coherent than half dead.”

The captain contemplates his words before opening the chest himself and pulling out the journals. Dick takes practiced breaths to slow his heart rate, focusing only on his crew rowing further in the distance as the alpha skims through the books.

“You really can read these?”

“Yes.”

“How? Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s my mother and father’s tongue, taught to me in secret alongside English.” Dick replies, his heart aching at the memory of his parents’ whispered lessons.

The captain looks at him as if peering into his soul, Dick doesn’t try to hide even as he feels ripped open and laid bare. “Hmm, very well. Wintergreen, has everything of use been collected?”

The first mate answers affirmatively as the last of the water and food are packed across to the Deathstroke. Dick’s heart drops into his stomach as Captain Wilson binds his hands and leads him to the other ship.

The alpha keeps a steady hand on the back of his neck as the crew of the Deathstroke unmoor the ship and ready their starboard cannons. Dick bites his lip to keep it from trembling as they aim to sink his ship, his home, his legacy, his freedom.

“Shall I have someone take him to the brig, sir?” The captain’s first mate asks.

Dick never thought he’d be relieved at the prospect of a jail cell, anything to keep the Nightwing’s memory alive and whole in his head.

Captain Wilson looks at Dick, who tries to feign indifference. A smirk pulls up the side of his face, his blue eye just as soulless as his black eyepatch.

“Not yet, I believe this is something my little Captain needs to watch. On your command, Billy.”

Dick does not cry out like he wants to as the cannon balls rip through the Nightwing’s hull. His chest feels as if an elephant has settled onto it. The Nightwing was his home, the reason he was able to be free from Bruce’s domineering command most of the year. Without a ship, Dick knows when Admiral Wayne finds him he will be back on The Bat and kept under lock and key for allowing himself to be captured. In an effort not to sob his fingernails pierce his palms and blood drips sluggishly onto the deck below him.

Captain Wilson’s fingers dig possessively into his scruff as the smell of satisfaction oozes from the man. “Even while sinking she’s a beauty.” He comments lightly as the Nightwing’s bow finally succumbs to her watery grave.

“Shall I take him now, Captain?”

“Yes,” Wilson says while turning Dick to look at him.

He still hasn’t cried, his eyes glassy with furious tears and his jaw set indignantly. The alpha soaks in his expression almost hungrily, his thumb teasing the side of Dick’s scent blockers. It’s only then that a chord of actual terror strikes him.

“But not to the brig. Take him to my quarters, I’m not done with him yet.” Captain Wilson orders, lightly shoving him into the waiting hands of his first mate.

The man, Wintergreen, takes him into the captain’s cabin and ties him to the chair bolted down in front of the large desk. It’s only once the door closes and leaves him in the dimly lit cabin that he allows his tears to fall.

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

International Day of the Seal & World Water Day

Person A was a Navy SEAL that gets bitten by a strange seal and becomes a selkie. Person B is the selkie who bit them, the child of a selkie and a vampiric species and thus got the weird ability to make selkies via biting, and Person A is using all their connections to track down Person B and find a way to undo the curse, since it’s becoming incredibly inconvenient to always feel wanderlust for the ocean. And to stop the threat that Person A believes Person B poses and is trying to convince their superiors to help them track Person B down.

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[theangrypomeranian]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

She was right, of course. But the idea of her going through this alone made him want to curl up and cry. Tina was already so sensitive and she seemed so fragile right now. She needed someone to help her, to care for her while Zeke was away and make sure that she and the baby were okay. There’s only one solution he can come up with. “Okay.” He turns to her with a nod. “Then I’ll go with you.” "What?" "I'll go with you back to Georgia.   Jimmy Jr. learns that his best friends are expecting a baby. The problem? Zeke is being sent away by the Navy for the rest of the pregnancy. The solution? Jimmy Jr. coming to live with Tina to take care of her while her husband is gone. Part of Tinimmy Week 2023.