#How Eve Became Steve AU

[jacksfandomrandom]

I Love You No Matter What

Summary: Vickie gets his period unexpectedly after a couple months in hell. Charlie helps his boyfriend out in his time of need.

TW: talk of blood, gender dysphoria, and some sexual implications.

Notes: please remember that I have not gotten my period in a long while (thank you T and period blockers). Also periods and cycles work differently in hell than earth in this au. If you have any questions, just leave a comment

Vickie had woken up one morning, next to his loving boyfriend, in excruciating pain. His stomach felt like it was being stabbed a million times and he felt way too hot and flushed. It was unlike anything he could remember having in heaven. Plus, it had been like 6 months since he fell, shouldn’t he be getting used to hell’s atmosphere now?

He let out a groan and a whimper of pain as he tried to move over to his side so he could clutch his stomach. However, right as he moved, he felt something in between his crotch. Quickly, he threw off the covers, hoping it was just a wet dream or something. Unfortunately, he was wrong. Golden blood stained his boxer briefs and the white bed sheets underneath him. He was so confused on how this happened. In heaven, he got periods once every 2 months but it would only be for a day and not that painful. However, it was extremely painful now. He put the covers back over him and went to wake up Charlie.

“Charlie,” He whimpered, trying to wake up his boyfriend. He shook his shoulder a little which got him up.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Vic?” Charlie asked.

“I-” Vickie froze. Would Charlie be grossed out by it? Would he think of Vickie as a disgusting creature? Even worse, would he kick him out for staining his bedsheets?! The thoughts overwhelmed him quickly and he started crying. Damn it, why was he so emotional during these times?!

“Victor? Hey, what’s wrong, honey?” Charlie cupped his cheek, still laying down next to him. Slowly, Vickie pushed the covers off and showed Charlie the mess. The tears came out more fast and uncontrollably.

Charlie was a bit shocked at first. To be honest, he kind of forgot Vickie was trans most of the time. Luckily though, his mother, Lilith, explained the process of periods to him in case he got into a relationship with someone with a uterus. She also had explained the process for those in heaven and on earth, once they get to hell. She told him that when someone with a uterus gets to hell, they will get their period within 1 to 6 months. It would be because their body needed to adjust to hell. But she also said that how bad it would be, depended on how long the body would take to have it show up. So since Vickie hadn’t gotten his since they met, Charlie could only assume he had gotten the worst of it.

Vickie let out a sudden cry of pain. He bit his tongue, trying to keep it quiet. The cramps were just so bad and felt like the worst he ever had.

“Shh, it’s okay, Victor, you’re okay. This is normal, sweetie,” Charlie told him, moving his hair to try to provide some comfort, “Let me grab you a pain killer and then lets get you to the shower and then some comfy clothes, alright?” 

Vickie nodded, whimpering. He hated feeling so weak and vulnerable. It was embarrassing and he hated not being the strong badass boyfriend he usually was.

Charlie came back from the bathroom with a small cup of water and two pills. He sat on the bed, next to Victor and helped him sit up before placing the pills on his tongue and holding the cup to his mouth. The boy swallowed them and snuggled up into Charlie’s pecks. 

After cuddling for a bit, the meds kicked in and the cramps became somewhat manageable. So once Vickie had stopped his heavy panting and groans, Charlie helped him get out of bed and then carried him, marriage style over to the bathroom. Razzle and Dazzle then saw the mess and started freaking out.

“It’s okay, boys! I’ve got the situation under control. Can you two go soak the sheets in water and then put them into the wash?” Charlie asked. They bahhed in response. “Thanks, you two. And when you replace the sheets, bring up some broth and a heating pad?” 

They nodded before leaving.

Charlie helped Victor get undressed after turning the shower on. Once the water was at perfect temperature, he stripped to his boxers and stepped in with his partner. Everyone’s hands were kept to themselves, but Charlie had to help rinse him off a little. It was very embarrassing for Vickie, but he hated feeling blood all over his ass and thighs. 

After that, Charlie sat him down on the toilet while he searched for pads or tampons or anything really. He rummaged through the cabinet for a bit until he found a box old condoms and two heavy flow pads. He remembered buying them a long time ago for his old girlfriend. The condoms though, he couldn’t remember when he bought them. He grabbed one of the pads, a shirt, and one of his old briefs that were very close to tighty whiteys and went back into the bathroom.

“Hey, hun. I got you a pad and some underwear. You can’t wear your boxer briefs because the pad won’t position right, BUT the pad will be okay with just briefs,” Charlie explained, handing him the underwear and pad. 

Vickie put them on as well as the shirt before his boyfriend picks him back up and tucked him into the freshly dressed bed.

“Alright, Razzle? Stop by the store and get some more pads. The heavy ones will probably be best,” Charlie told one of the goats. He left as the other one came back in, carrying some broth. Dazzle set it down on the nightstand and then left the two alone.

Vickie snuggled with Charlie for what felt like a long time, not saying anything. A lot of the time, when he was embarrassed or in pain, he would go non, or semi-verbal. Eventually though, he needed to say something.

“Char…I’m sorry about the sheets and b-being a mess,” He sniffled.

Charlie frowned. Why was he apologizing? He couldn’t control it. It wasn't his fault. After this, they definitely needed to have a talk about self-worth.

“Hey, don't apologize. I'm not mad or upset,” He told him.

“B-but I ruined your sheets! I'm just a disgusting fucked up girl,” Vickie said.

“No, you're not. You are a handsome, strong, amazing, brave, and not fucked up man. You're my boyfriend, Vic. I don't care that you bleed from your he/him pussy. I love you no matter what,” Charlie gave him a shut up kiss on the lips (maybe slipping a little tongue in for a second). Victor blushed, the kiss making him forget about all the horrible things happening in his body.

“Thank you, Charlie. You always know how to make me feel better,” He snuggled up in his boyfriend's arms.

Charlie gave him another kiss but on the forehead this time. The two cuddled for a long while and talked about Vickie's testosterone hopes. The sloth ring was very backed up at the moment and they couldn't get Victor's HRT appointment for another 3 months. But talking about his dreams for when the time came always helped him feel hopeful.

[kittenfangirl20]

Housewife Au

Then

Sera glared at Adam and Lucifer: You get the hell out of my house!

Adam: B-but mama!

Sera: You lied to me! Right to my face! You want to live a life like that you can do it somewhere else!

She gave Adam ten minutes to collect his things, he cried the whole time and Lucifer had to wait in his truck. Sera wouldn’t let the main that corrupted her baby back in.

Adam got in the truck and Lucifer drove away.

Lucifer: I’m sure it’ll be okay dove.

Adam cried: I thought she’d love me no matter what.

Lucifer held his hand: I know it’s not the same, but I will always love you.

Now

Adam got up and ready for the day. He knocked on all the bedroom doors of his and Lucifers children as he made his way to the kitchen.

Adam: Rise and shine!

All the kids got up, Charlie, Abel, Lucas, and Avery came down from breakfast. Adam packed their lunches and got things ready for Avery’s play date.

He grabbed his Louie Vaiton fanny pack and his ray band sunglasses.

Lucifer came down and kissed Adam sweetly.

Adam: Have a good day darling.

Lucifer: I will, I love you.

Adam: I love you too.

Adam grabbed his keys and ushered the kids into his Range Rover to take them to school.

Steve, their neighbour was watering his lawn he couldn’t help but find Adam attractive. Not that he ever looked Steve’s way.

Adam: We’re gonna go see Eve and Jake today Av how’s that sound?

Avery: Yay!

Jake was Eves son and Adam believed that his little girl had a crush on him.

He dropped Charlie, Abel, and Lucas off at school and then he went to Starbucks to get himself and Avery a drink and a snack.

Once at Eve’s home, Adam greeted his friend by kissing her on the cheek. They both talked excitedly about their day and the new fashions out for them to try out.

Eve: Honestly you look amazing in anything with those curves and that ass.

Adam: Thank you, I gotta always keep my husband happy.

In spite of how rough it was at first, Adam was so happy married to Lucifer. He loved Adam so much and their children were so sweet. It was even better when Lucifer’s toy company became such a success. They became rich basically over night. They then moved to a very well off neighborhood which was how Adam and Eve. They were called the top housewives of the neighborhood even though Adam was a man. He didn’t mind, he liked it.

Eve: I heard that the other house next to your house was bought.

Adam: I didn’t realize that, I hope that they are nice. Susan was a nightmare and I know it is wrong to speak ill of the dead, but there is nothing nice to speak of her.

Eve: I can’t blame you.

At the same time Lilith, who was Lucifer’s ex was moving in next door. She didn’t realize she made a mistake in to not stay with Lucifer when he decided to go into toys especially duck themed toys for kids. She didn’t think one would succeed in something so silly, but Lucifer proved her wrong. Even though Lucifer was married, she truly believed that once he saw she was a famous model.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[ladykailitha]

Howlin' for Yule

Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.

All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).

The next one on our list is: Werewolf verse. You can read the story here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.

Do you know how ridiculously proud I am of that title? Do you? Because I am so damn proud of that title. Also welcome to the one that got away from me. I could have kept it short. They dance, they schmooze, and they go home.

But I wanted to write more with this one and when I realized if I wanted this to end on the 24th, I should have started on the 13th, instead of the 12th, I figured I could extend this and post it Christmas Eve.

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9

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Eddie stood in front of a mirror and fussed with his tie. He usually got a chuckle from seeing his reflection in a mirror because according to Wayne that one only became a myth recently with them no longer using silver to back them anymore. But not even that thought could bring a smile to his face.

Because he had to look super nice for his boyfriend’s big Yule Tide ‘do up at the new vampire coven’s place. After the Creel house had almost burnt down when Jason attacked, Chrissy thought it would be better to move the coven somewhere safer. Closer to civilization so that if that happened again, they could get help faster.

They had bought a beautiful mansion in Loch Nora that was able to house all the remaining members of the coven comfortably. It even had a large room just for balls. Which is what this most certainly was.

When Chrissy suggested it back in October, she had merely suggested party including the vampires and werewolves as a way to foster peace between them. But Steve, the beautiful big brained and even bigger hearted had suggested a Yule Ball for all the supernatural beings in Hawkins.

So that meant that all Eddie’s friends were going to be there and he had to look nice.

“You look like you’re going to a funeral,” Wayne groused from behind him. “Probably your own judging from the sour expression on his face.

Eddie whirled around in shock. Wayne was standing there in early 18th century clothes in golds and browns. He looked amazing. “Why can’t I look like that?!”

Wayne looked down at his attire and then back up. “Would you like to?”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I mean we really don’t have much time to make me something like that.” He waved at Wayne’s outfit. “Because I don’t think your clothes will fit me very well.”

Wayne chuckled. “Oh ye of little faith. You take that monkey suit off, and I’ll play fairy goduncle. Go on.”

Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow but did as he was told. He hadn’t been gone two scant minutes when he came back and all the clothes were laid out on his bed. Silks, velvet, and lace all in black. He would cut a dashing figure for sure.

He hurried to get dressed and then rushed out to the front to the kitchen and poured out a bowl of milk, placing it on the windowsill.

Wayne chuckled from the living room. “She owed me a favor, but I’m sure she will appreciate the treat anyway.”

Eddie shook his head. “It’s just good manners.”

Wayne nodded solemnly. He had raised this boy right. Not just in the ways of the supernatural, but in the ways of being a good human, too.

Then the sound of horses arriving, clattered outside their window and they both exited the trailer to see an elegant coach and four black horses.

“Your boy sure has a flare for the dramatic,” Wayne huffed as he was helped into the carriage by an actual footman. Something that Wayne had never experienced in his long life.

Eddie could only agree. In the last light of the shortest day of the year, the driver and footman seemed to glimmer as though they had a glamour placed over them to look vaguely human.

They pulled up to the coven’s new home and Eddie let out a wolf whistle. “The new Dominus seems to have her own flare for the dramatic.”

“Nah,” Wayne said as he exited the carriage, “that just comes from being a vampire.”

They were shown into what Eddie could only call a ballroom. It was massive. It was currently setup with long mahogany tables with little nameplates in front of every placement. The eating utensils were gold, the glasses were crystal, and plates were fine china.

It screamed opulence and once Eddie would have turned tail and ran. But not anymore. Being a vampire changed that, for sure, but what really cinched the deal was the man, standing next to the Dominus in a beautiful red and gold outfit similar to what Wayne and Eddie were wearing.

Steve Harrington, Roane Pack Alpha.

~

Day 11 Day 12

NOW WITH PART TWO!

I could have waited until the 23rd to post this one, but there was something symbolic about posting it on the day of the winter solstice. The longest night.

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[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - Week 3 - Genderswap - Marvel Trumps Hate

This week we have the first rec list for my Marvel Trumps Hate 2024 Winner! We’ll have one of these a month, with requested prompts. This month’s prompt is: 

GENDERSWAP 

Omg I LOVE genderswap fic. It’s an under-written tag on A03, but I’ve got 10 of my favorites for y’all to read. As always, remember to comment and kudos if you enjoyed something! 

The Idiot Box by Margo_Kim

Stephanie Rogers isn't happy to be in the 21st century, but she's even less thrilled to be on a team with Antonia Stark who seems as spoiled and self-centered as people come. She and Tony do their best to ignore each other, until their mutual insomnia causes them to bond over the new American pastime: late night television watching. Eventual Steph/Tony.

Genesis by teaberryblue for Enmuse (Scifiroots)

Reluctant to make the truth about their secret weapon known, the American Government tells the world that Captain America is a man named Steve Rogers. According to public record, he died, tragically, in 1945, and he became legend.

In 1998, the Avengers find a body trapped in ice.

She's alive.

Her name is Eve.

She has Captain America's shield.

Ironsides by copperbadge

Antonia Carter Stark takes no shit and no prisoners.

in retrospect by welcoming_disaster 

Fresh out of the ice, Eve Rogers isn't happy about being stuck onto the Ultimates' roster; the team, in her view, is a shameless PR grab with no real talent. Her teammate, Tonya Stark, might change that.

Fire Drills by isozyme

Tonia Stark is the Iron Mantle. She's also dying of cadmium poisoning, fending off competition from HammerTech, dealing with the nasty leftovers of her father's legacy, and taking care of Eve Rollins, one of Rhodey's Air Force friends who needs a place to stay.

An Iron Man 2 Genderswap AU where Nick Fury sends Eve Rogers to spy on Tonia Stark instead of Natasha Romanov.

You're Living in the Past (It's a New Generation) by bessyboo, Sinope

He's met Toni Stark. He's seen the best that this century has to offer, dolled up in impenetrable sunglasses and a lipstick-stained grin, and he knows that this world isn't going to save itself.

Role Models by cranialaccessory

Stella knows how labor-intensive Stark’s hairstyle is, and how long it takes to put on makeup. Howard might’ve been vain and self-centered, but he’d never put his personal appearance before a mission. “If we’re going to be working together,” Stella says, “I want you to take things other than your appearance seriously.”

Stark’s smile is even more brittle, this time around. “Thanks for the tip, Mom. It’s good news that we won’t really be working together much, then, isn’t it?”

Right Place, Right Time by dreiser

Stephanie Rogers never thought being frozen in Antarctica for seventy years was a case of being at the right place, at the right time. At least, that's until she got to know Toni Stark.

Knights in Shining Armour (No, really, it's incredibly shiny) by Sadisticsparkle (sadisticsparkle)

Toni Stark has always been a tomboy, more comfortable with engines and power tools than high heels and make-up. And she's always been waiting for a princess - her princess just happens to be a dude.

bad ideas by IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics) 

The point is, she’d innocently complimented Toni’s lipstick.

And then. Toni had grinned over her tinted glasses at Steph and said, “Want a swatch?”

Before she could blink, Toni had grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.

[ohtoseni]

like real people do

chapter nine

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x OFC

read it on ao3

the government forces soulmates to be together, no matter what it takes.

it just so happens that eve's soulmates are two bisexual super soldiers.

or,

steve and bucky struggle with their eighteen-year-old soulmate who refuses to settle into her new life after being kidnapped by the government.

tags/warnings: soulmate mark au, forced throuple/poly relationship (f/m/m), extreme age gap, kidnapping, slow burn, dub con, mental health issues (ptsd, audhd, ocd, bipolar, ed), found family, emotional hurt/comfort, sensory overload and meltdowns, eventual smut, tooth-rotting fluff, power imbalance, domestic discipline (spanking as punishment), general teenage angst, daddy dom energy, oral fixation, praise kink, implied/referenced child abuse/csa, kink exploration, p in v sex, oral sex, non sexual age regression, lots of cuddles and snuggles and crying

‘I would never date another person with BPD again.’

‘People with borderline personality disorder cannot accept the truth and are always trying to avoid personal responsibility for their thoughts and actions.’

‘They get verbally and physically abusive and split which causes them to act out as secondary psychopaths/sociopaths.’

Eve couldn’t help but keep scrolling down the Reddit thread, her mind racing as she grew increasingly anxious. Was this really what she was like? Each post felt like a mirror she was too afraid to look into but couldn’t turn away from. Every single comment, article, and forum seemed to confirm her worst fears. Manipulative, undeserving of love. She read story after story from ex-partners, estranged family, and old friends explaining why they cut someone like her completely out of their lives. Eve continued reading even as her stomach twisted and her breaths became shorter.

Scrolling back at old text messages, she thought back to old relationships that she ruined. Each text bubble in hindsight showed a certain level of unhinged manipulation and anger that Eve never noticed until years later. Looking back at her texts with her brief college fling with Barron showed her desperate pleas for attention every time he said he was busy. So many friendships faded and relationships she ruined due to her being “too much”. How long would it be before Steve and Bucky thought she wasn’t worth the trouble?

Movement from the hallway drew her mind away from her doomscrolling. She looked up as the hall light flickered on, illuminating the small crack of her open door. Steve walked past her bedroom door, already dressed for his morning run. Her phone showed the time- 5:29 in the morning. She had stayed up the whole night on her phone doubting her self-worth.

She wanted to prove herself useful and give them a reason to keep her around.

Climbing out of bed, Eve stretched and yawned out of exhaustion, her eyes watering slightly from just how tired she was. A quick glimpse into the mirror made her shudder- she was so pale, her eyes dark, her hair a matted mess, and her pajamas were all strewn about from tossing and turning in bed all night. She looked dead, her sleep-deprived state evident all over her face.

The doubt began to pour in as Eve questioned whether or not this was even a good idea. She was so exhausted. Urging herself to be useful for once, she forced a smile onto her face and pushed herself forward.

Soft footsteps made their way down the hall, making Steve turn around from where he was putting his shoes on. Eve looked half asleep, but she tried to hide it behind a little grin. Standing upright, Steve raised an eyebrow in concern.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” He took a step toward her, bringing her into a light embrace. “Did I wake you?”

Only neutrally humming in response, Eve leaned into his warmth. She could fall asleep easily in his arms at that moment, but she had a plan to fulfill.

“Don’t go out this morning,” Eve pulled away to look into Steve’s soft blue eyes, pleading slightly. “I wanna make you breakfast this morning.”

“Oh?” Steve blinked his eyes in confusion. The past few weeks Eve had been with them, she had never offered to cook a meal. They never forced her, secretly loving the act of service toward her. The way she’d happily wiggle when the food tasted good was worth the labor in their opinion. “You don’t gotta do that, babe.”

Eve’s lip jutted out slightly in a pout. “But I want to,” she insisted.

‘Please let me, please let me be worth keeping,’ Eve’s thoughts rapidly echoed in her head.

Who was Steve to say no to her and her baby doe eyes and pretty pink pout? Her vulnerability broke any resolve he had in standing his ground.

“Alright,” he caved in, already heading toward a barstool. “But if you need help, I’m here.”

She all but bounced around the counter toward the fridge, a triumphant grin on her face. Steve watched with loving eyes as Eve prepared some sort of pastry dish- she had two separate mixing bowls out for wet and dry ingredients. Knowing that he lived with basically a professional chef made Steve want her to cook for him more often. And compared to his and Bucky’s simple bacon and eggs, this was damn near a five-star meal.

“So what are you making?” He finally spoke up, hesitant to interrupt Eve’s concentration and soft humming.

Her tongue peeked out from her lips as she debated telling him what it was or not. “It’s a family recipe,” Eve said quietly as she began to whisk the wet ingredients into the dry. “Pannukakku.”

“Panna- what?” The foreign dish sounded oddly lewd to Steve, but he had to trust the process and Eve.

Her hands were trembling as she handled the mixing bowl, whisking it well until all clumps disappeared. “Pannukakku. It’s like an oven pancake. It’s my favorite!”

Smiling at her enthusiasm, Steve easily saw through her facade. From her exhausted eyes to her nervous twitching, he could tell all she wanted to do was sleep. The fact that she was this actively avoiding it made Steve wonder just what was going on through her head.

Once she poured the mixture into a baking dish, he stood up and walked over to her, offering to put the dish into the oven for her. He didn’t exactly trust her tired and shaking hands. “Let me handle that, doll.”

He easily took the glass pan from her, setting it in the preheated oven. Eve set the timer on for twenty minutes before resting her head in her hands on the counter. The familiar pulse of an incoming headache made Eve sigh in resignation.

Sighing himself, Steve rubbed her back in soft circles. She was crashing hard, her eagerness slowly dissolving. “You need to rest, Evie. This isn’t good for your health.”

“I’m okay,” she lied through her teeth, not even bothering to hide her yawn mid-sentence. Her entire body was shaking at this point, her legs struggling to hold her up even when using the counter as leverage. Steve let out a breath before taking care of Eve’s well-being for her.

Gently leading her with a hand on the small of her back, he nudged her toward the couch. A small protest escaped Eve’s lips, quickly cut off by the small stumble she took after her first step. She laid down without any protest as Steve slid his shoes off before joining her. He easily pulled her on top of him, leaning his head back against the arm of the couch. Their legs tangled together as Eve let her head rest heavily on Steve’s chest.

“But what about-“

“Shh,” he hushed her, petting at her knotted hair. He carefully worked out some of the knots his fingers encountered, trying not to hurt her too much. “We have a timer set. I’ll wake you when it’s done.”

Eve hummed, her eyes unable to stay open any longer. Within minutes, Steve felt her body shift, becoming slightly heavier and more relaxed as her breathing evened out. He looked down at her sleeping face, her long dark lashes resting peacefully against her little chipmunk cheeks, her lips parted ever so slightly in a plump pout.

Removing his hand from her hair, he moved it toward her face. His finger traced the light freckling over her nose and the tops of her cheeks. She looked so peaceful and finally at ease, Steve thought. Her moods shifted so quickly from raging and yelling to clingy and cuddly, but he loved her through all of them. He couldn’t begin to imagine what had been going through her head the past weeks, but she was getting better, getting comfortable. They were on a good run so far, all things considered.

Heavy footsteps approached from down the hall, and Bucky soon popped his head around the corner. Steve looked up to see his half-asleep husband alive but disheveled. His bed head nearly rivaled Eve’s- an impressive feat.

“What smells heavenly?” Bucky slurred out, looking from the mess in the kitchen back toward Steve and Eve on the couch. The smell of vanilla and custard woke him up, and he was slightly upset no delicious pastry was waiting for him.

Steve turned his neck toward Bucky, putting a finger to his lips before pointing at Eve. “She didn’t sleep at all last night.”

Bucky nodded slowly as if the movement of his head could wake the sleeping lump on Steve. He quietly whispered a response. “That still doesn’t explain what’s in the oven. You never bake.”

“Eve wanted to make us breakfast, but crashed out during it,” Steve said, idly running his fingers through Eve’s tangled hair.

Bucky let out a yawn as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Shuffling over to the kitchen, he took note of the oven timer blinking down to its final minutes. “Five minutes left,” he murmured, turning back toward Steve and Eve. “Think we should wake her up?”

Steve shook his head, his hand never ceasing in its gentle petting of Eve’s hair. He couldn’t look away from her sleeping face- she looked so innocent and vulnerable when she slept, a far cry from her usual state recently.

“Let her sleep ‘til the timer goes off,” he said softly to not startle Eve awake. “She’s exhausted. Probably needs to go back to bed after eating.”

Leaning against the kitchen counter, Bucky grunted in agreement. His blue eyes flickered between the messy kitchen and the lump of a person curled against Steve. It wasn’t like Eve to go out of her way to take care of them- hell, she couldn’t even take care of herself at times. The thought made his chest ache.

“She’s been running herself into the ground recently,” Bucky remarked, voice quiet. “Ever since her last therapy appointment.”

Steve nodded solemnly. “Yeah. We need to keep a better eye on her.”

The brunette debated on bringing up the topic of Steve’s Europe mission- they had yet to tell Eve about it. They both knew she wouldn’t take kindly to the news and dreaded when they would have to let her know.

Before Bucky could say anything else, the oven timer beeped loudly, breaking the soft hush of the room. Eve twitched in Steve’s arms before letting out a miserable little whine. She burrowed her face deeper into Steve’s chest, trying her hardest to escape the sudden noise.

Chuckling, Steve ran a hand down her back. “C’mon, Evie. Your pancake thing is done.”

“Too loud…” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep. Eve sluggishly shifted against Steve with a groan.

Bucky pushed himself off the counter with a smirk. “I’ve got it.” He grabbed an oven mitt and carefully pulled the pannukakku out of the oven. Setting it on the stovetop, he let out a low whistle. “Damn, doll, this looks so fucking good. How did you even get this strawberry swirl in it?”

Eve, still limp for the most part, blinked sleepily before lifting herself off of Steve. “‘S called pannukakku,” she mumbled, rubbing at her eyes.

Steve helped her sit up properly, placing a gentle reaffirming hand on her waist in case she teetered again. “Well, it smells amazing, Evie.”

The praise made Eve perk up a little, though her head still lolled against Steve’s shoulder. Bucky began serving up the custardy yet fluffy pancake, plating up generous portions for each of them. He set the table quickly before taking one of the two chairs, patting his thigh for Eve to come over.

“C’mere, baby,” he said, already knowing his girl wasn’t awake enough to sit up on her own.

Without hesitation, Eve slowly made her way over to Bucky with Steve’s helpful hand on her waist. She climbed onto Bucky’s lap, curling into him as he wrapped a secure arm around her waist. Yawning, she rested her head against his chest while he slid her plate closer to her.

Steve took the first bite, humming in approval. “Damn, this is pretty good.”

Following suit, Bucky nodded in agreement. He could tell Eve was fading again, so he began to feed her small bites himself. Eve barely registered the golden warmth of the pancake in her mouth, but sleepily accepted the offering.

Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple. “Best meal I’ve had in ages.”

A quiet giggle bubbled from Eve as she accepted another bite, her body melting against Bucky’s like butter. Between the sleepy haze and their constant stream of praise, Eve was left feeling light and floaty, a dopey little smile tugging at her lips.

“‘M good,” she mumbled, half drunk on their affection.

Steve chuckled, reaching across the table to ruffle her hair. “Yeah, you are, baby.”

Eve let out a soft, pleased squeal as she snuggled further into Bucky’s embrace. She was just a sleepy, smiling puddle of warmth and contentment.

———

Steve had been right when he said Eve would pass out right out after breakfast. One moment she went to get dressed for the day, and then she never returned from her bedroom. A quick look inside showed her fast asleep across the width of her bed, the clothes she picked out for the day spread out next to her.

“There was an attempt there,” Bucky commented. Steve just fondly shook his head, closing the door to let her sleep.

As the day neared noon, Eve once again emerged from her room. Only this time she was well rested and groggy from sleep. Just one look at her and Bucky could tell she was still in that soft, vulnerable state where she was not yet fully awake. She rubbed her eyes and let out a small yawn as she waddled toward Steve and Bucky on the couch, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders and dragging behind her.

Eve took up the small nook between Steve and the inner corner of the sectional, essentially cocooning herself between muscle and plush. Steve easily wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer.

“Did you sleep better this time?” Steve asked as Eve shifted against him, leaning her head against his shoulder. All she did she hum in response, closing her eyes as if she would fall asleep again.

Bucky briefly stood up, walking to the bathroom quickly to get Eve’s hairbrush. The mess of curls only worsened after her nap, and needed to be tended to before it matted up again.

“Alright, doll. Get into position.” It had become routine, really, Bucky brushing Eve’s hair. Her hair was ever so slightly longer than his own, and much thicker, curlier, and frizzier. A small gust of wind could knot the dark curls as it gently blew her hair all about. It was a pain to deal with, but Bucky gladly took the task over for her.

Instinctively, Eve shuffled onto the floor in between Bucky’s legs. She sat facing away from him with her legs splayed out in a ‘W’ shape. To Steve and Bucky, it looked uncomfortable on her joints, but the kid felt most at ease like that rather than kneeling or sitting down. She always was pretty strange, they thought.

As he bent forward ever so slightly, Bucky grabbed the ends of a section of Eve’s hair, working the brush through slowly yet firmly. It was easier to start at the ends and work his way up; it resulted in fewer complaints of pain and Eve over-dramatically claiming abuse to Steve. Bucky tried to be slow and careful, making sure not to tug too hard. It wasn’t exactly his nature to be soft, making these little moments a nice reprieve from normal.

Eve always melted into Bucky’s touch, her eyes closing and focusing on the way he’d section parts of her hair, running his fingers through the locks. Her pliant state let them know she felt safe enough to allow herself to be taken care of. If she could purr like a cat, she most definitely would.

Steve watched from his position next to Bucky, scooting away slightly to get a better view of his soulmates. There was something about seeing Eve so soft and trusting of them that made his heart ache in the best possible way.

He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but knew he had to. Breaking the news of his upcoming absence had no perfect time, but it was better to discuss it while she was calm rather than raging.

The weight felt like a burden on his body. Bucky, sensing the tension as Steve fidgeted around, looked over to the blonde with a small, reassuring smile. Bucky nodded slightly, knowing exactly what was going through his husband’s head. It was better to tell her now.

Taking the initiative, Steve moved down to the floor. He sat with his back against the couch, only Bucky’s knee separating him from Eve. The girl was still lost in Bucky’s touch, not noticing the new presence next to her. Steve sighed as he reached a hand out to brush his fingers against Eve’s cheek.

“Sweetheart, we have to talk about something.”

Eve only hummed in response, half distracted as Bucky continued to work on her hair. “Mm?”

He continued to cup Eve’s face, his thumb rubbing just under her eye. “I have a mission coming up,” he kept his voice soft and gentle. “I’ll be gone for a few days.”

Stillness. It was slight, but Steve could see the way she tensed up with the smallest pause. The soft smile on her face slowly dropped.

“When?”

“I head out this weekend.” Eve nodded once, staring down at her hands resting in her lap. The room was deathly silent besides the slow drag of the brush through her hair. It was a comforting constant.

“How long?”

That was the question Steve dreaded. He didn’t know. He and Sam estimated three days tops, but anything could happen. When discussing this later with Buck, they felt it was better to give a little lie than the cold truth.

“Five days. I’ll try my best to get back sooner, though.”

Inhaling deeply, Eve tried so hard to fight back the tears and panic. The exhale was staggered, and they all knew the tears would come soon enough. She tried to will herself to take in the information better, but that was always a losing battle. Tension crept into her shoulders, though she tried to hide it.

Putting the brush down next to him, Bucky reached down to tip Eve’s head up. Her watery brown eyes met his own. “I’ll still be here, Evie.” His hand wiped away a stray tear. “We’ll keep busy, I promise. You won’t even have the time to-“

“But I will miss him,” Eve interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper. With that, the dam broke. Eve turned her head to the side facing away from Steve, sobbing into Bucky’s right leg. She curled into it as if she wanted to disappear into his warmth.

She wanted to be good, she really did. She tried too hard to take it all in stride, to make it not a big deal. Her boyfriends were superheroes, this was bound to happen. But she never was the type of person who could hold up to this type of news. The fear crept up on her until she had no choice but to shut down.

Bucky, without hesitation, scooped her up onto his lap. Steve was right up there next to them again, his arms wrapping both Bucky and Eve in a tight embrace. Eve trembled between them as her body was wracked with silent sobs. Her face was firmly buried in Bucky’s chest.

“Evie,” Steve desperately tried to find the words that would soothe her panic and anxiety. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, speaking softly into her hair. “I know this is hard. I don’t wanna leave either. But I will come back, I promise.”

The only response was another shaking breath followed by a soft sob. Her fingers clutched to Bucky’s hoodie, twisting the fabric to anchor herself.

“I know it ain’t the same, babe, but I’ll be with you the whole time. We’ll do whatever you want- movies, baking, games, whatever you choose.” Eve’s sobs softened at Bucky’s words. They could tell she was trying so hard to fight back her tears, switching from holding her breath to taking deep ones. Steve and Bucky tried to guide her through it, having Eve follow their example.

The sobs did die down eventually, leaving Eve a sniffling mess between them. Steve reached down, tilting Eve’s chin up so she had no choice but to look at him. “Talk to me, honey,” he pleaded softly, his voice near a whisper.

“You promise you’ll come back?” Her voice was small and fragile, breaking something in Steve’s heart. Her red-rimmed eyes looked at him, searching for reassurance.

He cupped her face, hands steady and warm and grounding. “Always. I swear it, Eve. Nothing’s going to keep me from coming home to you and Bucky.”

Love. Devotion. That is what Eve felt at that moment. It was a new feeling that left a part of her feeling uneasy, but warmth easily overpowered it.

Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple, his metal hand smoothing up and down her back in slow, rhythmic motions. “Stevie’s stubborn as hell. No way he’s letting anything stop him from getting back to us.”

That got a small smile out of Eve, a shaky, watery laugh escaping her lips. The worst of the sobs had passed, but the lingering anxiety still clung to her. They weren’t rushing her though, they just held her and let her feel her emotions.

Steve gently wiped away the dampness on her cheeks with his thumbs. “We’ll count down the days together, hmm? And I’ll check in as much as I can.”

Eve gave the smallest of nods, her fingers uncurling from Bucky’s hoodie. “Okay,” she whispered, trusting her soulmate. It still hurt. She hated this. But the loving warmth made it a little easier to believe his words.

Soon, she was shifted fully onto Steve’s lap before Bucky stood up with a big stretch. “Alright, kid, let’s get you some water before you give yourself a headache from all that crying.” He said fondly, reaching down and running a hand through Eve’s hair. Her eyes closed at the touch, her body torn between leaning into Bucky’s touch and Steve’s body heat.

“We’ll pick a movie to watch while Buck plays water boy.”

“Watch it, punk.” Bucky sassed back, grabbing Eve’s pink straw cup from the cabinet. The cup had been damn near $25, way too much for a stupid cup. But alas, Eve absolutely needed it because it was the perfect shade of pink, she needed a cup for her iced coffees, it would motivate her to drink more water, et cetera. It was very rare that Eve wanted anything that badly, so Steve and Bucky decided to just bite the bullet and spend the money on the café branded cup.

After filling it with ice and water, Bucky handed it off to Eve. She and Steve had relocated further down the couch, with Steve stretching out on the chaise with Eve sitting crisscrossed next to him.

“Okay, but Moana is such a good movie, Steve. And the soundtrack? A masterpiece.”

“We are not watching Moana for the thirty-second time.”

Eve took the cup from Bucky with a pout. She sipped from the straw and threw herself back against the couch in protest. She wanted to watch Moana, and it wasn’t fair that they just didn’t see the absolute cinema that it truly was.

The curtains closed, encapsulating the room in a calming darkness. Light from the kitchen still streamed in but was less harsh than the patio windows. It felt cozy and domestic, perfect for a day of snuggles and movies. Bucky moved from the window back toward the couch, sitting down on Steve’s lap.

“What, are you just not gonna let me watch the movie now?” Steve laughed, gently pushing Bucky’s head off to the side so he could see the screen.

“Thought you didn’t want to watch Moana?” Bucky smirked, grabbing the remote from Steve’s hand and opening the Disney app. Eve watched their shenanigans and chuckled behind her straw, coming up with a grand idea.

The cup was sat down on the coffee table as Eve moved to sit on Bucky’s lap, abandoning her blanket on the couch next to them. Steve groaned at the increasing weight on his body; this wasn’t what he had in mind for a cuddle pile. Nevertheless, he bit his tongue and bore through it, motivated by his soulmates’ fits of giggles.

[rius-cave]

So I found another AU. And guess what.

It’s one of the most angsty shits I’ve ever came up with.

Guardian Angel AU.

Lucifer is a winner who died with his family in a car accident when he was 14. (Let’s ignore the fact that Lu’s parent is God and throw two random parents. He had a twin brother, Michael and a sister, Charlie.) And they went to Heaven.

Lucifer rose in status and became a Guardian Angel, whose job is to go and help people who SH themselves or people who thinks about oofing themselves. They have timers in Heaven which shows the time left to save these people.

One day, they give him a “To Be Saved” list and he sees his childhood friend, Adam there. They were neighbors until Lucifer moved away when he was 12. Adam lowkey had a crush on him but didn’t realize. He chose him as his next job.

Why does Adam want to oof himself? Let me tell you. Also this is the part with the most tw’s.

Starting from the beginning, Adam’s mental health took damage for the first time when he had a you-know-what relationship with someone named Steve, who was 2 years older than him. He fell in depression. Sera, his adoptive mother, didn’t want to take him to a psychiatrist (Because he’s just being dramatic and should get up and be a man) but Emily, his stepsister insisted, so he did see a doctor and got help. They gave him a medicine to help him heal. (Maybe Xanax)

Also he had to use Vicodin aswell at one point. This’ll be relevant I swear.

Years and years later, he met with Eve. And they had kids when they were both. 20. They got married because their parents forced them and moved to another state, where they opened their small farm. They had twin boys, Cain and Abel btw.

Adam thought maybe, even though they had a rocky start, he could live happily now with his family. But…

Cain killed Abel when they were 14. And he went to juvie.

Adam and Eve broke up after this, with Eve blaming it all on Adam. She got almost all their properties in court, sold them and moved to another country, telling Adam she never wanted to see his stupid face or be associated with someone like him.

Hopeless, Adam contacted his mom. Oh God I wish he didn’t.

Sera too blamed him for everything and disowned him, calling him a murderer because he was supposed to be the father of his kids and raise them properly. It wouldn’t have happened if he just did a better job at raising them. She refused to help him because “he was a grown ass man, he wasn’t a baby”

Emily was in another country as well, she went there for education and stayed there. Sera lied about what Adam did and made him look like the devil himself. So Emily thinks her mom is right to disown him.

Adam stayed at a small apartment for a while, but he couldn’t even afford the rent, so he was going to be thrown at the streets until a “superhero” came and saved him.

Alastor. His step cousin.

Alastor paid the rent, and even bought Adam a house, saying “He can take care of him until he’s fine again”. But as you may have guessed, of course that’s not his intention.

He gave Adam the same pills the doctors gave to Adam when he was a kid. Saying it’d ease the pain. And they did. But..

He became addicted. To both Xanax and Vicodin. He kept buying them from two weirdos named Vox and Velvette, who were actually helping Alastor.

Speaking of Alastor.. He thinks he can do any physical harm to Adam since he saved his ass. He visits him once every three weeks and gladly reminds him how much of a desperate piece of shit he is.

Slowly, Adam became addicted to tequila as well.

Adam slowly became a bit like a hermit, never leaving his house for days and always ordering stuff there.

Phew. With that’s out of the way I can continue.

So Lucifer disguises himself as Adam’s neighbor and does his job the best he could.

What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with him. He couldn’t help it. Adam did as well.

It was forbidden for an angel to love a human but Lucifer didn’t care. Adam literally lived Hell on Earth and deserved someone.

But one day another angel reported this. His ex, Lilith, a heaven born angel.

I’ll get to it later. It has much more stuff.

JESUS CHRIST. NOW THAT IS LOADED.

Well! That whole traumatic backstory seems very on par with what would happen to him tbh, plus the extra Alastor stuff, oof, yeah that's a lot.

The part that stings the most is definitely still the part about his children, but wow he's having not a good time.

You know this kinda reminded me of the youtube pilot Welcome to Hell (super recommend it btw), it has basically the opposite premise to this LOL because its a boy that is tasked to make other people want to end their lives, but then ends up becoming friends with the boy that he's supposed to torment.

Very interesting AU, having Lucifer as a guardian angel is <3<3<3<3<3 love that a lot!

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

A couple things I want to add to the blind au last anon message!!! Cause I love it!

Adam can’t work and can collect disability however it is a strain for both him and Emily because they are settled with medical bills! And if they’re in the US, holy shit! Imagine how much their medical bills would be? For the transplant, Eves care and Adams care? Sure they have a little help with the medical bills because Adam is disabled but it doesn’t really make a dent in their dept.

Lucifers family disapproving of him being a nurse is for many reasons but but because nursing is a ‘women’s job’ and Lucifer is ‘wasting his potential’ because Lucifer is a terrifying beast in the business! He is cut throat!

Oh! Oh! He has the nickname of King of Hell because if this? He is also called a fallen Angel by people outside the family because they see him pursing nursing as a fall from grace?

Hmmm? Adams grandparents cut them off after their family died? So maybe they accepted Eve because she’s sly and is after the full inheritance? Like she has their wealth too and there is a mini reunion between the siblings after the grandparents die? And they learn Eve is to inherit everything!

This is when Lucifer discovers the truth because he comes to their home and finds both Adam and Emily in a bad way. Emily was hoping to use whatever their grandparents left them to get out of dept.

We need Lilith in this? What would she be? Another business rival? Also what business would Eve be running and what would Lucifers family be running?

😍 love this au!

Thank you! So do I.

Wow that's a lot.

But yeah Eve basically left them high and dry. Before Emily became a social worker she worked two jobs at once.

They live in California so yeah, high medical bills. Adam feels guilty he can't do much to earn money to help out.

On occasion he'll play his guitar on the corner and people will leave money in the case.

Lucifer comes from a family of doctors and lawyers. Nursing would be seen as a step down, though he technically has his MD in medical doctoring. But he chose to be a nurse because it was more fulfilling for him.

Emily hires him because he has a lower rate and it's all they can afford. She shows him around and introduced him to Adam, who he was smitten with the moment he saw him.

Adam was sceptical at first, ever since Steve took advantage of him and abused him. But he trusts his sister so he gives it a shot, he doesn't want to hold her back to take care of him.

[themculibrary]

New Year's Eve Masterlist 2

part one

All I Can Taste (ao3) - SailorChibi bucky/steve/tony/t'challa G, 2k

Summary: Tony thought he’d be spending New Year’s Eve alone.

He was wrong.

A New Beginning (ao3) - starksdummy bruce/clint G, 673

Summary: Bruce isn't looking forward to facing another New Year's Eve alone.

A New Start (ao3) - notvegs bucky/clint G, 1k

Summary: Bucky needs a new start for the new year and is surprised in who he finds it.

A New Year’s Eve Tradition (ao3) - valdomarx steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony spend New Year’s Eve together.

Auld Acquaintance (ao3) - triedunture steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Due to magic or whatever, Steve is transformed back into his small self while pursuing the Winter Soldier on New Year’s Eve. Bucky, seemingly acting on instinct, chooses to protect him despite his mistrust.

Also, Steve is a bit of a tiny powerbottom.

Happy New year’s Eve! (ao3) - nightsisterkaris phil/may, leo/jemma G, 2k

Summary: Melinda savored the feeling of dancing with him. Not just their routine waltz, but actually dancing with him. It was real and intimate, something she didn’t want to end.

Phil softly dipped her down, and they weren’t going through the steps, but living the memories. Melinda’s back was pressed against his chest, and he twirled her again, her ankle-length red skirt flaring out, ruffling against his legs.

Holiday Spending (ao3) - tisfan bucky/tony E, 70k

Summary: anonymous asked:

Winteriron collage au w/fake relationship; Tony asks Bucky to be his fake boyfriend, either to shake off some matchmaking friends or to piss off Howard. Turns out Bucky is all Tony ever wanted in a boyfriend. Too bad it’s not real (extra angst if Tony paid for Bucky to act as his boyfriend, now Tony wonders if it was all for the money). Happy ending?

i think you’d fall in love with anyone! (ao3) - existujeme peter/gwen, harry/mary N/R, 3k

Summary: Peter and Harry host New Year’s Eve at their place, despite how poorly planned their celebration may be.

Kisses for the New Year (ao3) - coffeejunkii clint/phil G, 881

Summary: New Year's Eve doesn't turn out quite as lonely as Phil expected.

Let This Moment Be The First Chapter (ao3) - SuburbanSun leo/jemma G, 1k

Summary: After the year they’ve had, neither Fitz nor Jemma are sure they have anything to celebrate on New Year’s Eve.

(They find something to celebrate, anyway.)

Midnight Mumbles (ao3) - cornchip wanda/vision G, 1k

Summary: A little one shot of Wanda and Vision on New Year’s Eve snuggling on the couch after ditching the party.

New Year's Dance (ao3) - james clint/phil G, 451

Summary: Just a tiny snippet of Clint on New Year's.

New Year's Kiss (ao3) - Daddyshield (orphan_account) clint/phil N/R, 806

Summary: Person A goes to get something from another room not realizing it's almost midnight and when they do realize they sprint and parkour across the house to kiss Person B on midnight.

new year’s kiss (ao3) - meidui steve/tony T, 562

Summary: Steve’s the kind of person to wear his lover on his ring finger for everyone to see, and Tony tends to overthink these things.

New Year’s Party (ao3) - captainmistyknight (vicspeaks) steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: Tony used to love New Year’s parties, but that was before the Avengers became his family. Steve helps him find a reason to love them again.

New Year’s Resolution (ao3) - frostyfluff31 bruce/natasha G, 726

Summary: Bruce and Natasha spends New Year’s eve together and share their resolutions with each other.

Stepping out for the New Year (ao3) - hopelessly_me steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Tony and Steve have been secretly dating for six months before Steve decides they need to come out with it.

To Bucky Barnes, From Darcy Lewis (ao3) - Anogete bucky/darcy T, 19k

Summary: Darcy thinks looking at Bucky Barnes is a great way to pass time, but he’s pretty scarce even though they live in the same building. After a few nudges from Steve and scamming the Secret Santa gift exchange, she manages to get Bucky alone, only to realizes he’s a lot more than just a hot body. Bucky can’t seem to remember how to interact with people, but Steve seems to think that the girl from the labs can help. It doesn’t take long to realize that Steve might be right.

what it is to be possible (ao3) - victoria_p (musesfool) steve/bucky G, 2k

Summary: When a reporter shouts, “How long have you two been together?” Steve doesn’t expect Bucky to shout back, “Since 1934.”

whose arms will hold you (ao3) - biblionerd07 steve/bucky G, 10k

Summary: Steve needs a ride home for Christmas. Bucky needs a passenger.

[lazywriter7]

Cap-Ironman Rec Week - Wonderous Wednesday

Strap in for some AU’s everybody! My favourite part of this theme might be that every fanfic is technically someone’s alternate universe, and boy does this ship have some absolute knockouts. one foot in (and one foot back) by kehinki

This isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to Tony, but it's in the top five.

Notes: This feels like one of the first soulmate AU’s I ever read for this ship, and a really formative one. Love the world building, the character progression, and there are a couple scenes that have stayed incredibly clear in my memory over the years of going back to it over and over again. Bulletproof by foxxcub At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark. By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark's fuck buddy. Notes: It takes real talent to keep the characterisation on-point and the magic alive in a no superpowers AU, but the world and its people is so richly depicted in this fic that it just feels true to Steve and Tony. An old favourite, and one I have much joy revisiting. 

Genesis by teaberryblue

Reluctant to make the truth about their secret weapon known, the American Government tells the world that Captain America is a man named Steve Rogers. According to public record, he died, tragically, in 1945, and he became legend.

In 1998, the Avengers find a body trapped in ice.

She's alive.

Her name is Eve.

She has Captain America's shield. Notes: Like the best kinds of AUs, Eve in this story is so beautifully and identifiably Steve but also different, in such a compelling way. Her journey into the modern world is itself worth the ‘price’ of entry, but then Tony enters the picture! Just love, love, love. The Ghosts of War by scifigrl47 Steven Rogers never wanted to be king, but he knows his duty, and he does it well. Lord Tony Stark, the king's appointed consort, does his duty as well, even though he'd enjoy his duty more if it actually involved sleeping with the king. As it doesn't, he's just resigned. The war that made Steve king and cost him nearly everything may be over, but a meeting of old enemies might stir up some ghosts none of them are prepared for. Notes: Ooh, kings and sorcerers, what’s not to love? I love how well each character here ‘slots’ into their designated role, and how we get some lovely superhero style identity porn but set in this world instead. And of course, both Steve and Tony are note-perfect. Big recommend! Counterpart by sara_holmes coun•ter•part [koun-ter-pahrt] [noun] 1. a person or thing closely resembling another, especially in function. 2. a copy; duplicate. 3. one of two parts that fit, complete, or complement one another.Just because Hydra used the DNA of a Captain America from another dimension to create a lab-grown, six-year-old super-soldier, it doesn't mean that said six-year old super-soldier is biologically Steve's, right?(Where Steve wants to ban Clint from bringing things home from alternative dimensions, until he doesn't.) Note: I love this fic’s take on accidental kid acquisition - Steve goes through so many understandably mixed feelings here. Steve and Tony are an established pair who navigate the trials as well as the rewards of parenthood, featuring an excellent supporting cast, and it’s just a lovely read overall. Slipping Off The Page Into Your Hands by Sineala Soulmates have their first words to each other written on their wrists. This should make it easy. For Steve and Tony, it is anything but. Steve's problem is that the future he has awoken into is nothing he was ever expecting: he has a soulmate now. Who might be a robot. And if his soulmate is Iron Man, how can he be so attracted to Tony Stark? It should be impossible. Tony's problem is that he is Iron Man, his soulmate is a man whom he in no way deserves, and he is going to fight everything in his heart and do his best to make sure Steve never, ever finds out the whole truth. Notes: Soulmate AU plus identity porn, oh my oh my :D This is just a rollicking ride with all the feels, pining, dumb decisions and sweet catharsis you could ever hope for. Man I love AUs so much. This Is My Least Favourite You by Kiyaar In Steve's fantasies, he never travels to the future because Tony never violates him. Tony never violates him because there are no incursions. There are no incursions because there are no Avengers. There are no Avengers and so there can be no love and no pain and no heartbreak. You can’t miss what you’ve never had. Notes: Look, I love canon divergence fix-its. Thrive on them. This is not that - this is when the only thing you can do with the twisted corpse of canon is make it much, much worse and then revel in the pain. Great writing, A+ pain, no regrets. Issues by  so_shhy In which Steve has a crippling crush on Tony Stark, Tony is oblivious and obnoxious, and Bucky expresses his disapproval via passive-aggressive comics. Notes: An absolutely delightful modern/no abilities AU in which Steve and Bucky write some comics featuring a superhero team called the Avengers, and Steve can’t help himself from... ahem, being a little too loving in his artistic depictions of Iron Man. So entertaining, I cackled multiple times, and Bucky’s outsider POV is particularly great. Looking for Heaven by  foxxcub

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done. Notes: This one’s another wonderful trip down nostalgia lane. Regency meets marriage of convenience, with all the trappings that premise would entail and a delight from start to finish. Not Such a Compromise by  Pookaseraph The death of her brother, Lt. James Barnes, has placed Miss Stephanie Rogers in the difficult position of needing to find a husband to see to it that her and her mother are taken care of. Miss Roger was not built for such a compromise, but perhaps Mr. Anthony Stark will not be such a compromise after all. Notes: Yes, it’s another Regency AU, what about it? :D Despite the trappings of gender and class, Stephanie remains so very Steve in how she moves through the world, and the premise enhances the miscommunication between the two, but in a way that is a joy to see resolved. Just a thoroughly enjoyable read. 99 problems (and the dice ain't one) by  kellifer_fic Tony's life is almost perfect. He lives in a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), has a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things and a regular Friday night campaign. If his best friend, Steve Rogers, hadn't moved away to New York and left him behind, then perfection would've been achieved. Tony can roll with the punches though and he's almost all the way over that little bump in the road (shut up Bruce, he totally is) when Steve moves back, looking taller and broader and more confident than ever and Tony's left with a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things, a regular Friday night campaign and the uncomfortable realization that maybe he's in love with his best friend and has been since he was sixteen. Notes: I call this the sitcom AU if only because of the setup, but the general themes of Tony trying to cope with changes in his life and status quo are funny as well as really resonant to all those (us) who aren’t superheroes. And a fantastic ensemble to fill the world out <3 And that’s that. Shower all the authors with some love and well-deserved compliments!  

[crossovergeek2005]

AU MCU [Marvel Cinematic Universe] Non-Marvel Character 4: Kenai (Brother Bear)

Full name: Kenai Copeland

Age in Endgame: 24 (One of the victims of the Snap in Infinity War (Sorry for the spoilers!))

Gender: Male (trans)

Sexuality: Bi

Family: Denahi (brother), Sitka (brother)

Relationships in AU MCU: None

Closest Allies (MCU Characters): Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Loki Laufeyson

Closest Allies (Non-Marvel Characters): Denahi, Sitka, Moana (Moana), Maui (Moana), Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet)

Current State: Alive

Status: Good

Alias: Evolutionist

Alias coined by: Himself (The public wanted to call him "Iron Bear" (due to him both being as tech savvy as Tony Stark and also being able to shapeshift into a bear (more on that later)), but Kenai refused to have any connection to Tony Stark (more on that in the Backstory post), so he picked his own alias to avoid this issue)

Nicknames: Baby brother (by Denahi), kid (by a bunch of the characters (mostly by Sitka, Steve, Tony, and Bucky though), Bear Man (by Thor), partner in crime (once (by Loki)), more TBA

Race: Mutant (not revealed until Phase 4)

Abilities: Shapeshifting (into a bear)

Paraphernalia: Evolutionist suit (built by himself (similar to Tony Stark's Iron Man suit (but with a few differences)), prosthetic leg (in Iron Man 2, it was one that was provided to him. Post-Iron Man 2, he uses a prosthetic he built himself)

Appearances in the AU MCU: Iron Man 2, The Avengers, Iron Man 3, Avengers: Age Of Ultron, Captain America: Civil War, Thor: Ragnarok (maybe), Avengers: Infinity War, Avengers: Endgame, Spider-Man: Far From Home (minor), Spider-Man: No Way Home (brief), Loki (brief (beginning of S1, EP1)), Fan-Made Series (one that centers around him), more TBA

Story pre-first MCU appearance: In 2003, when Kenai was only 9 years old, he lost his leg, his village was destroyed, and parents were killed, all caused by a bomb released by Stark Industries that landed in the village. Immediately after, Kenai, who previously admired Tony Stark, became extremely pissed off at him, but couldn't do anything since he was just a kid at the time.

Then in 2010, when Iron Man became a global phenomenon, Kenai became delighted and began creating a plan involving the former exposing Tony and destroying his legacy (he had multiple papers featuring this plan). Then when it was revealed that Tony Stark IS Iron Man, he became so pissed off and devastated that he vowed to destroy the billionaire's legacy once and for all, so he kickstarted a plan to do just that, learning to hack in the process. Then once the main events of Iron Man 2 began, he began to put his plan in motion.

Extra: Due to Kenai's attempts to defame Tony Stark throught Iron Man 2 (even going as far as breaking into Stark Expo and trying to hack into the computers to expose him in front of millions of people (Little extreme there, kid), he not only got arrested (he ends up going to juvie for a whole year before being put on parole for 6 months (if that's even how it works)), but he also became infamous for what he did, causing not just a bunch of people to hate him, but also his dreams of going to college and earning his degree being thrown out the window. Luckily, though, after Iron Man 3 (also after he started his actual redemption arc (Kenai's a major antagonist in Iron Man 2 and a minor antagonist in The Avengers (in the latter film, Kenai teams up with Loki after making a deal that they would both defame Tony (Loki eventually breaks that deal when he learned Kenai became a legal adult only months prior)), Kenai used the tech-making skills he learned (as in self-taught) in between 2011 and late 2013 to kickstart a self-owned company where he gives anyone who needs prosthetics, medical aids, and any equipment needed to survive exactly what they need at a decent cost, not only changing his legacy for the better, but also making him well-known in the best way. He also refuses to defame Tony after the events of the Avengers (with the exception of joining Team Cap and refusing to sign the Sokovia Accords in Captain America: Civil War).

(Pic below showing the design of Kenai's prosthetic (as shown on an edited screenshot of Kenai) (Added 5/9/25 (9/5/25 or 25/5/9 for more international folk) at 6:41 PM)

Have a great day or night, wherever you guys are! 😊

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What's One Little Kiss Between Friends? | viii

viii: Prepping the New Year

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous!Nat. Scheming!Nat

Note: My holiday contribution <3 This occurs after Mistletoes Are For Excuses

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New Year's has always been one of your favorite holidays. There's a sense of relief and melancholy about saying goodbye to the year and welcoming the new one. 

And, well, there was the New Year's kiss.

You tried not to let that be the thing that consumed your mind, but unfortunately, it just did. There was a saying about how you spend the year is the same way you spent New Year's Eve. 

Historically, you've always spent it kissing your lover at the time or kissing someone you were hoping would become your lover within the year. 

This year—you were stumped.

Your lips could still feel the softness of Natasha's kiss under the mistletoe on Christmas. You were becoming more familiar with them, having tasted them so often already. 

But you were still only friends, and when you thought about it more, you became increasingly nervous. 

"Who are you going to kiss tonight?" Wanda said eagerly as she stumbled into your arms. You laughed as you caught her.

"Not sure yet," you answered honestly, knowing full well there were only 10 minutes until midnight. 

"No way," Wanda slurs, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You always know who you're going to kiss every year."

"Why does that make me sound so sleazy?" You mused teasingly. "Who are you going to kiss?"

It was then Wanda slumped in your arms with a pout. "I don't know. I thought about kissing Vis, but he's being such a...a burnt toaster!"

You couldn't help but laugh, squeezing Wanda comfortingly. You knew she was taking the breakup with her long-time boyfriend pretty hard. They've been on and off since, and you're hoping the entire thing will end soon because it was messing with Wanda's head. 

"Oh my god," Wanda grinned as she looked at you. "If you don't have someone to kiss and I don't have someone to kiss—we should kiss at midnight!"

You tried to not roll your eyes, but you merely smiled and kissed her cheek to placate her. "Sure thing. Why don't you go find Bucky? I noticed he's been sticking to Steve like glue, and at this rate, Steve is never gonna muster up the balls to kiss Sharon."

Wanda's eyes glinted as she kissed you back on your cheek and finally released you. You watched her stumble through the crowd, making her way toward Bucky, who was woefully unaware of how much of a cockblock he was being. 

"So, you're kissing Wanda at midnight?"

The sound of your best friend's voice made you turn around, and Natasha was standing behind you with two champagne glasses in her hand. 

"Most certainly not," you shook your head with a rueful grin, taking a glass from Natasha. "I think I learned my lesson in Mexico with her."

"You kissed Wanda in Mexico?" Natasha asked, her voice tight.

"You ask too many questions," you shook your head, still grinning. "Who are you going to kiss?"

There was a momentary pause. 

"I don't know," Natasha sounded uncomfortable. "If you're not kissing Wanda, then who do you have your eye on?"

There was a tinge of something in Natasha's voice that you weren't used to hearing when it came to you. 

Jealousy. 

"I...I don't think I'm going to kiss anyone," you finally admitted. "I just...you know what I think about the New Year's kiss."

"That you're going to spend the year with the person you kiss?"

You nodded.

"And you don't want to spend the year with anyone here?" Natasha tried to say it casually, but she couldn't help the sting that seeped in.

You looked at Natasha carefully. She was absolutely stunning tonight, with loose curls and one side of her hair pinned up.

So many people were watching Natasha right now, counting down the last three minutes until the real countdown started. You could only imagine the swarm that would occur at 11:59PM.

"It's not that," you said slowly, locking eyes with the redhead. "It's just...it's a lot of pressure. Do you understand?"

Natasha just nodded, and it was rigid. You tried not to let out a physical sigh. 

It was getting complicated, and you hated it. 

Why was kissing your best friend so good?

11:58PM.

You watched as Steve looked relieved by Bucky being distracted by Wanda and how he shyly turned to Sharon with a boyish grin. 

"Hey, why don't we head to my room? The view of the fireworks will be way prettier there," Natasha suggested.

You hesitated.

"And it will deter random strangers from trying to kiss us at midnight," Natasha added. 

You weighed your options quickly but nodded as you did see someone eyeing Natasha a few feet away. And as much as you were worried about kissing Natasha, you were in no way in hell going to let someone else kiss her. 

Natasha didn't turn the lights on when you entered her room, merely shutting the door with a quiet click and lock.

"It is nicer from here," you commented, taking a seat at her windowsill. 

11:59PM.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed, taking something from her nightstand before she sat down. "Sometimes I miss living here...until I hear my mother and remember why it sucks."

The two of you laughed before you looked at the alarm clock she brought.

"I think you're the only person I know that still uses an analog alarm clock," you raised her brow at her and smiled, "you weirdo."

"You bought this for me," Natasha rolled her eyes, unable to help her smile.

"Because you went through that weird phase of collecting clocks and watches."

"10...9...8."

You could hear people outside counting down. Natasha was looking out the window, not even close to making any sort of move on you. You bit your tongue, unsure if you felt relieved or miffed, and joined her in looking outside. 

"5...4...3...2...1!"

The fireworks went off immediately, and you could hear the second of silence, the lull of people kissing before there was cheering. 

"Happy New Year, Natasha," you turned and smiled at your best friend. 

"Happy New Year," Natasha smiled back at you.

And you sit in silence while the fireworks go off.

12:01AM.

Natasha grabbed the analog clock and began to reverse the time.

"What are you doing?" You asked curiously. 

11:59PM.

Natasha set the clock down. "I want my New Year's kiss." 

"Okay..." you said slowly. "You didn't have to stay here with me."

"The person I want my kiss with said she was feeling too much pressure about it. Something along the lines of worrying how the year was going to go. Honestly, I think it's a load of hooey—"

"Hey!"

"—but I understand. This is the best compromise." Natasha was staring at you so intensely that you were pretty sure your stomach could compete in the Olympic gymnastics. 

Why was your best friend so fucking romantic?

You didn't even need to look at the clock to know there was only 5 seconds left until midnight...again. 

You found yourself leaning forward, meeting Natasha's lips in the middle. It was familiar in all the best ways. You knew that softness, and the way Natasha tilted her head always fit yours. 

God, she was so fucking pretty too. 

When you pulled back, you licked your lips.

"You taste like raspberries."

"Yeah, I stole my chapstick back from your bag earlier."

You rolled your eyes, unable to contain the laugh. "You're so petty."

[jacksfandomrandom]

Vickie is 100% the type to unsafely bind. He first used bandages and duck tape over a sports bra but then Charlie found out and gave him binders. He loved the binders but even though Charlie told him the rules for wearing it, he went against them. He loved to work out in binders and sleep in them but his body hated it so much. He would have such a hard time breathing on his morning runs. One time he fainted on the treadmil and Razzle had to alert Charlie. He really didn't want Victor to damage his body but he also hated seeing him so dysphoric and depressed. So they now do binder checks before sleeping and working out.

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⌲ - oneshot ↳ - mini - series ✞ - series│ - drabbles

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

↳ you’re too late - ♜

summary || in which the the reader realizes something about her and bucky’s relationship

↳ thank god for tony’s parties (request) - ♜ / ♞

summary || in which the reader’s worried about seeing bucky again

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

⌲ he’s just so… - ♞

summary || in which the group finds out about how close bucky and the reader have gotten

⌲ james and jamie - ♞ + ♛

summary || in which bucky bonds with the reader’s nephew

⌲ the bet - ♞

summary || in which nat and sam goad bucky and the reader into making a bet

⌲ the holiday - ♞/♜ + ♚

summary || in which the reader's holiday is hijacked

⌲ adorable (dad!bucky barnes x neighbor!reader) - ♞ + ♚

summary || in which bucky's neighbor really connects with his daughter part of my week to hallows' eve halloween countdown

│ ice-blue hue - ♞

summary || in which the reader appreciates bucky’s eyes and his smile

concept: in which we can appreciate the hunk that is bucky barnes in ca: the first avenger

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬)

↳ teach him a lesson - ♜ / ♞ / (lil) ♝

summary || in which steve’s been looking at her instead of the reader

↳ for a moment - ♝ / ♜ / ♞

summary || in which the reader hooks up with her boyfriend’s best friend

! this fic is 18+, please do not interact if you are under 18 !

↳ the first choice - ♜ / ♞

summary || in which the reader has to come clean to steve

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

coming soon!

concept: in which bucky is still under mind-control

disclaimer! more dark content as winter soldier remains mostly apathetic and violent towards the reader and others

✞ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

series summary: in which the reader was the soldat's psychological evaluator - and then became so much more

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

coming soon!

concept: in which we can appreciate bucky barnes as a kind-hearted - if a bit stereotypical - fratboy/college student

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

coming soon!

concept: in which bucky, and the rest of the team, belong to biker gangs in small midwestern towns

disclaimer! i know nothing about bikers, do not quote me on the lifestyle

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

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series summary: a series of drabbles and oneshots of different characters based on the song ‘the end of the world’ by rob dickinson. particularly, the line(s) “the moment of truth between you and me / if we had 5 more minutes”

they are not connected to each other.

│ 40s!bucky

│ infinity war!bucky - coming soon!

✞ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

series summary: in which the reader has been cursed with an eternity of solitude, until she found someone that would bring that eternity to an end. she would make sure of it (lighthouse keeper!bucky x siren reader).

[harryspet]

please don’t bite | p.parker, s.rogers, b.barnes

[Warnings] peter parker x reader, dark!steve x reader, hints of dark!natasha/dark!bucky x reader, vampire!steve/bucky/natasha, vampire au, vampire blood addiction, withdrawals, kidnapping, dubcon, intoxicated sex, oral sex (female recieveing)

A/N: hello, it’s been forever! I was in the middle of writing this when @cherienymphe announced her  “Cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge” so I decided to join in! She’s one of my favorite dark writers so please check her out if you haven’t. 

In which addiction leads you into a den of vampires. 

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You piled all the dollar bills you had in your pocket on the table, “There. We can just use this.” You plopped down beside your boyfriend on the couch, fully feeling the headache you’ve had for the past two weeks. It was like your brain was pounding against your skull and sending painful waves through your body. 

“This is twenty bucks and a … grocery store coupon for … shampoo,” After counting it, Peter flicked the money back onto the coffee table, leaning back with you. You tossed your legs over his lap and he wrapped his arm behind you, “So we have fifty bucks between us … great.”

“That’s enough, right?” You asked, barely able to hear yourself think through your headache. 

“It’s like two-hundred just for a small vial,” A shiver ran through your body and Peter pulled you closer. Not only did the heat not work in the shoebox you two called an apartment, you were starting to get random chills and it was another rough winter in New York. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, “Fuck, fuck-”

Peter shushed you, “We’ll be okay,” Peter said, trying to be strong for the both of you though his body was punishing him even more than yours was, “I got a gig by the pier, and by the end of the week, we should have enough.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you clutched his chest, “That’s too long. We’ll die before then.”

“We’ll be okay,” Peter insisted though he didn’t quite believe himself. 

Vampire blood was one cruel mistress. It was hard to remember your lives before you took your first sips of the addictive potion. You both had everything going for you, highschool sweethearts that became successful college students but that was all gone now. You can’t hold a job or go to school when you’re on vampire blood. The highs last hours and, when you have enough of it, weeks can go by without you noticing. 

“What was it like? Drinking from the vein?” You asked him, the taste of the blood was faint on your lips as you tried to remember the exact taste. 

Peter’s head tilted back as he stared up at the cracks in the ceiling, “Like Heaven on earth. Like eternal life …. like nothing any normal human would ever feel. So good … jesus.”

Sometimes Peter wished he never introduced you to the taste but he’d forget all about it when you were high together. The sex was unbelievable, vampire blood being a strong aphrodisiac, and your love felt even stronger, “I want to try it,” You thought out loud, “If I’m gonna die soon, I-I wanna try it.”

“You’re not gonna die. Our brains are just totally miswired right now,” Peter groaned, turning his face towards yours. He kissed your forehead and, for a moment, it eased the pain. You tilted your head up to kiss the sides of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side and you kissed deeply. He pulled away suddenly and his eyes gazed into yours, “What would you do?”

“W-What?”

“What would you do to taste it from the vein?” You swallowed and your throat ached. 

You nodded your head, “Anything. Oh god, anything, Peter.”

You’d sensed he’d had an idea and a weak grin began to pull at your lips. That quickly fell as Peter pulled away from you. You expected him to be excited but he was completely solemn, “I have an idea,” He said, “You can say no … but if you don’t say no, you have to promise that things will be how they used to be afterwards.”

“How they used to be,” You couldn’t even think that far back. You couldn’t imagine a single date, single birthday card or New Year’s Eve kiss while you were in so much pain, “Sure, Pete. We just need a taste a-and that’ll clear our minds and things we’ll go back to how they used to be.”

+

As if things couldn’t get any worse, your stomach growled. You’d gotten dressed up, put on light makeup, and styled your hair for whoever Peter had taken you to meet. You didn’t quite care anymore because your headache continued to cripple you over the past few days. 

You pulled your jacket tighter as you waited on the steps of the gentrified brownstone. Peter pressed the doorbell nervously, watching as you shiver in your small, black dress. Peter dressed in his finest slacks and button down but was very aware that he probably wouldn’t be the center of attention tonight. He reached out to grab your hand which you happily took. 

“Why is he making us meet him so late?” You whispered, shivering. 

“He’s a vampire,” Peter shrugged, “They’re like nocturnal, I guess.”

Peter had reached out to ring the doorbell again when the door suddenly opened. A red headed woman opened the door, her hair cut short and a sultry smile on her face. You could tell instantly by the shine in her skin and darkness in her eyes that she was not like you. 

“Peter,” She greeted, smirking, “You look … hungry.”

“And cold,” He added, sensing your uncomfortableness as she took him in like he was her prey. 

“Right, come on in,” Peter led you inside the expensive home and out of the cold winter. You pressed yourself closer to him, not only because you were still shivering but because you’d never been alone with a vampire, “Steve will be here any moment.”

The woman led you down a corridor and you passed modern art sculptures and other expensive decorations you didn’t quite understand, “Steve?” You perked up at the mention of someone else. 

“That’s, uh, who we’re meeting,” Peter said quickly.

“Unfortunately, I’m booked tonight. A sweet young thing I met a few weeks ago. British accent, total dreamboat, but Steve will take great care of you two,” She led the two of you into a dining room where wine and horderves were laid out, gesturing for the two of you to take a seat, “Let me take your jackets.”

You looked at Peter and he nodded, “It’s okay,” Hesitantly, you slid off one of your sleeves and you felt her eyes begin to burn into the skin of your neck. Your arms weak, you lifted it out to her and she graciously accepted it. Peter did the same, taking a seat and waiting for you to do the same. Your eyes were still on the mysterious woman until Peter grabbed your hand. 

“I hope to see you both soon,” She smiled again, leaving the room, “Keep your eyes on this one, Pete.” 

You turned to him, your eyebrows raised, “How do you know her?”

“That’s her,” Peter said, grabbing the bottle of wine, “I told you about the first time I tried it from the vein. I think she has a thing for young guys. Or young anything.”

As he poured himself a glass, you reached out for a cracker and tried not to eat too fast as you pushed them into your mouth, “Why’d she look at me like that?” You asked, covering your mouth. 

“You’re a virgin,” You almost snorted, “I mean, your veins are. You’ve never been fed off of.”

“Oh,” You swallowed, taking his glass from him as you washed down your food, “I don’t wanna be. That’ll hurt, right?”

“Don’t worry, that’s not what we’re here for.”

Feeling some of your energy return, you stood up from the dining table, deciding to look closer at all the artifacts, “Y/N, what are you doing?” Peter asked, his fingers rubbing his temples, “Sit down, please.”

“Why do they have food if vampires don’t eat?” You asked out loud, annoying him further. There seemed to be a million framed pictures on the wall and you studied them as you passed along. They seemed to transform from black and white to fully in color, polaroid to digital. 

“For their human prey, probably.”

“Prey?” A deep voice spoke up, surrounding the room, bringing Peter out of his chair and your head turning quickly, “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”

“Mr. Rogers,” Peter rushed out, and you wondered how he could muster up so much energy to be nice, “I didn’t mean …”

“No worries, I try to be polite but I am a blood sucking demon after all,” The blonde-bearded man smiled. He was so muscular, you’d pictured someone skinny and frail. “Won’t you introduce me to your …”

“Girlfriend,” Peter said a bit sadly. He wasn’t sad that you were his but that this was the saddest excuse for a date night, “This is Y/N.”

You raised a hand to wave but he crossed the room to take your hand. He kissed your knuckles, smiling charmingly as he looked into your eyes. Blue eyes, you weren’t expecting those either. Despite the porcelain skin he looked quite human. His suit was black, and his white shirt was pressed nicely beneath it, like he’d just returned from an important event. You smiled back weakly, “Pleasure to meet you, doll.”

“It’s … nice to meet you too.”

You felt Peter’s eyes on you as your hand fell back down to your side, “You two look like you’ve seen better days,” You moved closer to Peter because, despite his kind smile, you didn’t fully trust him. 

Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Is it that obvious?” The nice clothes couldn’t hide the fact that they hadn’t had any vampire blood in almost three weeks. It was amazing that they were still standing. 

“I think I can help you both out,” Steve assured you two, “If you had enough of the horderves, you can follow me upstairs.” He turned and Peter grabbed your hand as you all left the room. 

“What exactly do we have to do … you know, for the blood?” Looking up at Peter, you worried that he was nervous for reasons that he was not telling you. Steve led you to the stairs and, as you climbed, you couldn’t help but look at all the photos that lined each wall. The upstairs wasn’t lit, making it feel like you were stepping into a story with a not-so-happy ending. 

“Peter didn’t tell you?” Steve asked, not bothering to turn around. He led you down the hall to what you assumed was the master bedroom. 

“Not everything,” Peter said quickly. 

You expected some kind of evil den but the room was quite normal. High ceilings, brown upholstered bed, a view of the neighborhood, and a fireplace. You and Peter stood awkwardly, looking around, as Steve made his way over to the fireplace. He leaned down to turn a dial and moments later, it sprouted with fire. 

“Peter,” You nudged him, your brows furrowed. He didn’t say anything which worried you more. Steve stood up, taking off his jacket which made your heart begin to race. Some of the fear disappeared quickly as he rolled up his white sleeves … exposing lower arms. 

Now, your mouth was watering, “There’s no need to worry, doll. I already promised Peter that no harm will come to the two of you. But you do understand that this is a trade? I give you my blood and you give me what I want.”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted, “And what do you want?”

“I want to watch,” He stated, looking the two of you over, “I consider myself somewhat of a voyeur, I like to watch when people are intimate.” You looked back and forth from him to Peter. 

“Y/N, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Peter spoke quietly, worry in his eyes. 

“Of course not,” Steve smiled, already a bit aroused by your shocked expression. He reached into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife, its handle having an old and intricate design, “But I think it’ll be very enjoyable on your side of things. The blood will certainly take the edge off and I won’t overstep my boundaries, I promise.”

“And we’re supposed to trust a vampire … ,” Steve stepped closer, pressing the knife to his skin. 

“We don’t have another option,” Peter said, his eyes focused on Steve’s vein. Peter let go of your hand, the addiction taking over as he moved closer to Steve. Steve cut into his arm, the crimson running down it but not a drop touched the floor before Peter pressed his lips to the wound. 

When Peter pulled away, his head tilted all the way back, as the sweet serum traveled down his throat. You were still staring in shock, the scent reaching your nose, and drawing you further in. It took everything in you to keep your feet planted and your fingernails dug into your palm as you watched. 

Peter smiled, blood on his lips and mouth, “Y/N,” He drawled, “Please, taste it …” He walked towards you, his hands outstretched. The blood on his lips, you could smell it, and you wanted to taste it so bad that it was hurting you. When he leaned into your lips, you didn’t stop him. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt the high he was feeling. 

Your vision began to blur a little as your head tilted back. Peter’s hands were holding you steady as the biggest smile spread across your lips. It was like tasting heaven, something beyond reality and you wanted to never let that supernatural feeling go. 

You felt a foreign hand against your back but you felt like welcoming any touch under the influence of the drug. As Peter pulled his lips away from you, your eyes opened to Steve’s as he was offering you his wrist. With the taste already on the tongue, you gladly accepted more, Peter’s hands roaming over your body as you drank. 

You weren’t sure how you made it to the bed, it felt like you had floated. Peter was right, he was so right, were all the words you could think. You heard those words, felt Peter’s hands, and watched as Steve’s lips turned into a mischievous smile. 

Steve stepped away, the cut on his arm already healing, as he made himself comfortable in a lounging chair by the fireplace. He had to give it to the kid, he seemed to know your body much better than he expected for a guy his age. Either that, or you couldn’t tell what was what at the moment and it was all just pleasure in your glazed over eyes. 

Your head tilted to the side so Steve could analyze every detail of your face. Your dress was pulled down at the top and the bottom rolled up past your stomach. Peter held your legs firmly, biting and kissing your thighs as he made himself comfortable between your legs. 

“God, I fucking love you,” Steve smiled at Peter’s words. Your back arched up as he finally pushed your panties aside, tasting your warm center, “You smell so good. You taste so good.”

You cried out his name, biting down on your bottom lip, and Steve imagined you accidentally drawing blood.  You wouldn't have noticed, there was already blood dripping down your chin. Steve liked how loud you were, he didn’t like the girls that held everything in, and he liked even more how Peter took your mewlings as encouragement to lap at you faster. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, gripping the sheets tightly. Steve felt his pants begin to tighten though he promised himself he would wait, “Fuck, fuck!” You finally came and Peter crawled up your body in order to kiss you on your lips. 

He fumbled with his belt and Steve felt his desperation to be inside you. He was still slow with you when he finally entered you, much more patient than Steve imagined he would be. He kept things slow so you could adjust. He made love to you, kissing your neck, “Is that good?”

You nodded eagerly, “Y-Yeah! Like that …. I love that, Petey. Feels so good … feels so good.”

It was more than ecstasy. The blood mixed with the love of your life, you thought you might cry knowing that no other feeling could compare. 

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Steve watched the young lovebirds through several rounds and several different positions, your stamina never seeming to run out. Like any other drug, the high relieved the side effects but it didn’t last forever. Eventually, you and Peter floated to sleep. 

You slept through the entire morning and you thought you’d wake in Peter’s arms. You could face any shame and guilt if you were with him but, when your heavy eyes finally opened, you were alone. Your palm against your head, you sat up in the bed, a little bit of sun creeping through the curtains. Looking down, you were completely naked most likely from last night's escapades. 

You felt dirty, for more than one reason. “Peter,” You whispered, stepping out of the bed to look for your dress. Covering your chest, you kneeled down to check beneath the bed, “Peter.”

You breathed heavily, trying to push down your anxiousness as you struggled to find your clothes. When the door of the room opened, you panicked, grabbing ahold of the comforter and pulling it against your body. 

It wasn’t Peter or Steve but a dark haired man, abnormally muscular for a vampire just like Steve. He tilted his head as he looked at you, “Where’s Peter?” You asked immediately. 

“Who?” He raised an eyebrow, shutting the door, “Ohhh, Peter. Right. The boyfriend.”

“Where’s Peter and who are you?” You continued, your eyes wide with fear. Bucky ran his hand over his beard before folding his arms over each other. 

“I’m Steve’s … friend,” You began to recognize him from all the photos, “There’s a few of us who share this house, you know. And I heard you all last night, I asked Steve if I could join the fun but sitting on the sidelines is a bit boring to me.” 

You didn’t care, “If you’re not gonna tell me where Peter is-”

He rolled his eyes, “He’s with Natasha I think. He woke up still craving. Are you craving something too, dollface?”

“Nothing from you,” You shook your head though the idea of his bleeding wrist did pop into your brain, “I-I need to see him.”

“Be my guest. Are you going naked?” You scowled at him, “Go clean up first, please. There should be something for you to wear in the bathroom.”

The two of you stared awkwardly until Bucky realized you weren’t going to move until he left the room, “Fine,” He raised his hands in defeat, “They always get shy in the morning.” He mumbled to himself as the door shut. You quickly hurried to the bathroom, shutting and locking it. 

Why the hell was Peter with Natasha? She’d look at him like she wanted to devour him, in a completely non-vampire kind of way. And he’d left you all alone for that man to find you. Sure, you’d done things last night you weren’t proud of but he’d promised that things would go back to normal after. 

You freshened up in the sink, throwing on a night blue, silk nightgown. You had to scrub the dry blood off of your lips and your inner thighs and you were forced to relive the night. Everything was perfect but as soon as you thought about who watched and probably got off to it, you only felt guilty. You felt even more guilty that you were craving more blood. 

The room was empty when you stepped back into it. Tip toeing over to the bedroom door, you made sure to check to see if the coast was clear before stepping out into the hallway. You thought you could find Peter, snap him out of whatever trance he was in, and take the two of you home even if you had to carry him out on your back. 

“Natasha warned me to keep an eye on you,” He appeared in front of you so suddenly that a small shriek left your lips. You backed up quickly only to run into another tall figure. 

“Bucky, you’re going to hurt her,” Steve warned, his deep voice sending chills down your spine. 

Bucky smirked, “No blood, no foul.”

“You say that now.”

You stepped away from both of them, your back pressing against the nearest wall, “Would you like breakfast, doll?” Steve asked, catching you off guard. 

“You should get something on your stomach, doll,” Bucky seemed to mimic Steve’s concerned nature which caused Steve to press his lips into a frustrated, thin line. 

“Where. Is. Peter? I want to go home.”

“He’s-”

Bucky interrupted him, “You can’t go home.”

“Buck-”

“There’s no use in sugarcoating it,” Bucky stepped closer, resting his arm above you, “We need new blood bags and it’s not like you guys have much to go back to.” 

“We’re not blood bags-”

“We’re all blood bags,” Bucky chuckled, “You guys need us too. Anyways, it’s not a request. Steve is just nicer than me but we’re all going to take what we want.”

You slipped away from him, your feet pushing you even though you knew you were faster. The only reason Bucky didn’t chase after you was because of Steve, “Peter!” You called out, running down the hall, “Peter!” You frantically opened each door you walked past until you got to the end of the hallway. 

When you stormed in, you found him shirtless, sprawled on a bed. Natasha, in a robe, was in front of a vanity, brushing through her red hair. You hurried over to the bed, grabbing a hold of his shoulders, “Peter, we have to get out of here.”

He smiled, softly grabbing ahold of your arm, “My love, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He was so high that you weren’t even sure if he was really seeing you. 

Tears pricked your eyes, “You promised, Peter. You promised.”

He shushed you, “It’s okay, just give me a few … hours. We’ll be … okay.”

You felt hands on your waist that you didn’t fight. She brushed a piece of hair from your face, touching your cheek with her freezing hand, “I knew you’d like her, Buck. They're both so perfect,” Natasha guided you away from the bed and towards the door where the other two vampires were standing, “So who gets the first bite?”

“Steve’s had his fun. She’s mine tonight.” 

+

hope you enjoyed that fun little one-shot!

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Okay so I bookmarked *boggles* 175 fics this year wow that is a lot. and 124 of those were Stony. Here are my favorites i read this year, in no particular order:

Small Weird Love by @haemodye

When a magical mishap results in Tony swapping his legs for tentacles, he's absolutely mortified. How is he supposed to face Steve? Steve can't possibly want him like this. Right? Right...

Think of This as Solving Problems (That Should Never Have Occurred) by @sineala

No one knows Tony is Iron Man. Then Tony gets amnesia, and literally no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

rutted old road by @meidui

It’s his loneliness screaming, out here in the mountains where nobody else is, begging to know—are you like me?

Cut the Wire (How to Stop a Civil War) by orbing_arrow

“JARVIS? Do me a favor. All that data that Romanoff dumped-- see if there’s anything in there that mentions me. Actually-- scratch that. I know enough about myself to know that's a bad idea. See what HYDRA had on dad instead, will you? And go straight to the Restricted Section. I only wanna read what I was never meant to see.”

Curiosity kills cats. Turns out there are plenty of other fates just about as painful.

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Tony learns the truth about Bucky Barnes a week after CA:TWS and it changes everything. This is how you stop a civil war.

almeno tu nell'universo by @silkspectred

Tony drives off.

Well, he wants to.

But he can’t.

Because.

Steve Rogers is in front of his car.

Steve fucking Rogers. Is in front of Tony’s fucking car.

'Cause It's You and Me (and All of the People) by @carsonian

Steve and Tony discover that they're soulmates in their senior year of high school. As they wrestle with this realisation and try to build out a genuine relationship in the backdrop of high school nonsense and college admissions stress, they're met with a ridiculous number of hurdles in the form of every friend in their circle recruiting them as "fake dates".

(A.K.A. the high school soulmates AU where they keep getting pulled into fake dating schemes for other people, told in a chatlog / texting format)

Galeas III by @stitchyarts

Captain Steve Rogers is scheduled for a relatively "routine" solo flight into space.

AKA The Apollo 13-esque Astronaut AU comic!

Open Field in Front of Him by orphan_account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.

Frequency by @sabrecmc

Fourteen-year-old Tony Stark finds Captain America's broken radio in his father's safe and decides to repair it. It works, because of course it does, he fixed it, after all, and he gets to talk to a group of soldiers who can't share much about what they are doing, which is fine by Tony because while it is true that he is technically a student at MIT, he maybe wasn't entirely upfront about everything. This presents a problem when he develops feelings--okay, fine, a massive crush--on one of the soldiers.

Caught Up in Our Stories by @gogglor

“Tony, listen to me," said Steve. "This isn’t you. You’re not a PI, you’re a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist superhero. You and everyone else who lives in the tower have all been put under a spell, and you need to come with me to break it.”

I suppose that’s what I get for saying I’ve heard it all before, thought Tony.

***

Someone's cast a spell on Avengers Tower that has changed each floor into a different kind of story, and trapped the Avengers inside. Steve mounts a rescue mission, starting with Tony Stark, PI, a noir detective who's got a thing for blonde bombshells who bring trouble to his door.

Genesis by @teaberryblue

Reluctant to make the truth about their secret weapon known, the American Government tells the world that Captain America is a man named Steve Rogers. According to public record, he died, tragically, in 1945, and he became legend.

In 1998, the Avengers find a body trapped in ice.

She's alive.

Her name is Eve.

She has Captain America's shield.

SteveTony Weekly - Best of 2024

Welcome to the final rec list of 2024 in which I look back at the best fic’s I read this year--what are YOUR favorite fics of the year? 

Hot Rod Red by FrankTheSnek

Steve has been single since the abrupt end of his engagement 5 years ago (despite the efforts of his friends). When he accidentally stumbles across an attractive cam model online, the idea of having a virtual booty call on hand seems appealing. The only problem, Tony is far more charming than Steve would have imagined and there is more to him than a pretty smile and a nice body. Too bad all their interactions are just part of Tony's job… or are they?

Picture This by mistymountainking

“What if—” Steve doesn’t clear his throat this time. He swallows. And oh, Tony watches like it’s happening in slow motion, the tensing of tendons, the roll of Steve’s Adam's apple, the way his suprasternal notch collapses and fills as his esophagus works to, what, keep words down? Saliva? A moan? Steve blinks and the glassiness clears. The blush all but vanishes. “Never mind,” he mutters.

And that…that just won’t do.

Tony leans forward ever so slightly over the foot of the bed, further into Steve’s space by a fraction of an inch. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed, but Steve does. He stares at Tony from up near the headboard, a plaintive expression deep behind his eyes, a problem that Tony can’t help but want to fix.

“Would you like my help, Steve?”

***

Steve gets caught attempting to take his first-ever dick pics. It's a struggle, he explains, because it brings up a whole host of lingering body image issues. Tony, very gallantly and not at all because he is in love with Steve, offers to take the photos for him.

how light carries on endlessly by meidui

“I'm fine. I always heal up fine.”

“Do you?” Tony asks, two little words flaying Steve open. Steve looks up at him, and against the dusky light, Tony Stark strangely looks nothing like his father.

-

Between a near-drowning in the Hudson River, a panic attack in the middle of a mission, and a kidnapping, Steve learns to be happy.

business affairs by meidui

It’s two years of wanting him the way he hasn’t wanted Emma since their honeymoon to the pearl of the Pacific, eighteen months of Steve slipping into his hotel suite on business trips away from the prying eyes of New York, and twelve months of staying late after the cleaning staff clock out because Steve will ride him behind his desk with the door unlocked.

Senseless by Scavenge4Dreams

Blinded, deafened, exhausted, injured and afraid, Tony raised himself up into a defensive position, the knife coming up just like Nat had taught him.

“That had better fucking be you, Steve Rogers- it had better be you. Fucking disarm me. If you let me kill you, I swear I will be very, very pissed.” Tony snarled, sure it was Steve approaching. Had to be. Had. To. Be.

What if it wasn’t?

Sunshine on Leith by AvengersNewB, KandiSheek

With the new government law prohibiting the employment of unbonded omegas, Tony has no hope of keeping his job at SHIELD, knowing full well that he has little chance of ever finding a mate. That is until he's officially claimed by a very special alpha: Steven Grant Rogers, also known as Captain America.

In the Springtime of His Voodoo by shaenie 

“I’m removing Captain Rogers from this base, but not from active duty. I want him as SHIELD’s liaison to Stark Industries first and foremost. He’ll report directly to me,” Fury says. “As it is, your identity as Captain America is not public knowledge and it will remain that way until I say otherwise. That said, if you think you can get Tony Stark to work with you if you disclose that information, you have permission to do so.”

talk just right by meidui

The most Tony hears Steve talk is when they argue, but hand to god, that's not the reason Tony keeps picking fights with him.

Well, maybe a little.

As Sharp As Any Thorn by RurouniHime 

It’s four days to Christmas, there’s a city in shambles, and the nation is in mourning because of the actions of a single man.

Double Exposure by shetlandowl

After a brief stint in the third installment of the Captain America franchise, Tony Stark was brought back to reprise his role as Iron Man in the fourth Captain America movie, Avengers Assemble. Tony had spent most of his twenties becoming a household name as a rising star in Mexican telenovelas, and Avengers Assemble is his breakout role on the big screen – and, more importantly, his introduction to the mainstream US audience.

Even after the movie is completed, Steve and Tony’s friendship remains a source of support that they instinctively rely on for encouragement and guidance. Tony’s fearless approach helps Steve break out of his comfort zone, and Steve’s solid grounding helps Tony focus on what matters.

This promotional tour is a new experience for Tony, but with Steve’s help, his learning curve isn’t so steep. Steve’s learning curve, on the other hand, is life changing.

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Long Non-Stony Action/Adventure Podfics

I put together a Stony version of this list last year, and finally got around to a non-Stony version. This is mostly Stucky, but there's a delightful gen fic and a lovely Steve-centric multiship story in here too.

[Podfic] Assets Out of Containment

read by seleneaurora (@seleneaurora80) (Gen, Teen, 6.5 hours)

Summary: After CA:TWS, Bucky Barnes suspects HYDRA is running a project in a little place called Jurassic World, and decides to go poke it with a stick.

Based on Assets Out of Containment by follow_the_sun (@lasrina)

(podfic) When You Wake

read by secondalto (Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 2.5 hours)

Note: I found this fic to be kind of emotionally devastating, so maybe save it for a day where you feel like crying for while.

Summary: Live. Die. Repeat. Steve learns to navigate a life where his death resets time, robbing memories from those around him, changing the course of his constantly rewriting history.

Based on when you wake by sevenfoxes

The rest is under the cut!

[Podfic] Memory

read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 2.5 hours)

Summary: He remembered nothing. After the first few weeks, he asked to be called James.

Based on Memory by orphan_account

[Podfic] On a Pale Horse | written by leveragehunters

read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 2.5 hours)

Summary: Fast and fierce, the Horse Guard protect the Kingdom and its people, and they welcome anyone into their ranks-noble, commoner, or peasant-so long as they can ride a horse like they were born to it. Guard Barnes—Bucky—has come to the Kingdom's largest horse fair to find a new horse. He's supposed to choose from one of the approved horses; instead he finds himself buying a tall, skinny, angry stallion with the ridiculous name of Steve. Bucky can't leave him behind, but he's nothing like what Bucky's looking for and everything Bucky doesn't want. But Bucky's more right than even he knows because Steve's not a horse at all. He's a man under a curse, victim of a powerful sorcerer's temper and magic, and he's bound to never, by action or deed, reveal what he truly is. It's gonna be one hell of a ride.

Based on On a Pale Horse by leveragehunters

[Podfic] If Wishing Made It So

read by seleneaurora (@seleneaurora80) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 3.5 hours)

Summary: Modern Winter Soldier AU where Bucky is a genie who became HYDRA's Asset. When HYDRA found the Tesseract they also found a genie in a bottle. Knowing a genie's wishes are a trap that will turn and bite you, they used the power of the Tesseract to enslave the genie. It cost them three wishes but it bought them an Asset with power greater than any human and for 70 years they used him to work HYDRA's will on the world. Until they lost him. His bottle washes up on a beach and he's found by a new Master, Steve Rogers. Steve, horrified at having absolute power over someone, has a very different approach to being in control of a genie. While Bucky waits for his new Master to show his true colours they're trying to work out how to live with each other. Bucky doesn't trust Steve, Steve's friends don't trust Bucky, and no one realises HYDRA has not let their Asset go so easily.

Based on If Wishing Made It So by leveragehunters

[Podfic] [2021 Re-Pod] Closed Book

read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 4 hours)

Summary: Bucky woke up with a headache, a mouth that tasted like something had died in it, and hands-down, swear-to-god, the most beautiful man he had ever seen asleep in his lap. Bucky was also, he realized after a moment, strapped down to a hospital bed with about six different monitors making unsynced, equally piercing, beeps. Beyond that he couldn’t quite see—there was a hideous floral curtain pulled around the bed, and while he could just make out figures moving in the room beyond it, the pattern made his head pound even worse the longer he looked at it. So. That was concerning.

Based on Closed Book by AggressiveWhenStartled

[Podfic] Fourth Floor

read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 4 hours)

Summary: Steve has his life in order, okay. He goes to wizard college, even if he can't technically do magic. He has his own apartment, even though it's small and dinky and kind of gross, and forgets to exist sometimes, and might also be alive? Plus, he has a crush on the hot cyborg in unit 404 who cooks fiendishly good breakfast foods, and may or may not have some kind of weird connection to the sentient building they live in. He's not sure. He's dealing, all right, his life is in tip-top condition, or it was until an eldritch monstrosity called the Hydra started posing as a real estate company to try and buy over his new home. He's really pissed about that. (The one where Steve is an angry millennial wizard, Sam is a Disney prince, Natasha is a shapeshifter, and Bucky is a spoiler.)

Based on Fourth Floor by dirtybinary

[Podfic] The Necrofloranomicon

read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 5 hours)

Summary: Bucky didn't want much. Just to keep his head down, to sell his scavenged flowers in peace, and to stay off Shield's radar. His life would have been a lot easier if his flowers weren't dead and if being a necromancer wasn't illegal, but easy or not, he was getting by. Steve didn't want much, either. He was happy working for Shield, he had good friends, and overall his life was going just about the way he wanted it. Problem was, being happy with your life was generally an invitation for fate to throw a spanner in the works—and in Steve's specific case, it was going to be a spanner named Bucky. (A love story about flowers, trust, and magic and the choices we make about doing what's right.)

Based on The Necrofloranomicon by leveragehunters

[Podfic] Out of the Dead Land

read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 8 hours)

Summary: Someone is building machines that look and act like people. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.

Based on Out of the Dead Land by orphan_account

[Podfic] cascades.

read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Mature, 15 hours)

Summary: “Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean. “Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.

Based on cascades. by orange_crushed