#selkie Steve

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Saltwater Symphony - chapter 1

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“Is he dead?” blurts another kid, a lanky guy with a shock of dark hair and a sullen face. “You can just tell us if he's dead, you don't need to sugarcoat-”

“What the-” Robin sputters. “Jesus, Mike, he's not dead. Where'd you even get that idea?”

“Whoa whoa, wait,” Eddie says. One hand flies up to rake through his hair. “Stop talking all over each other, you're giving me a headache. Who's dead?”

“Nobody,” Robin groans.

“Stevie,” blurts Dustin.

Eddie blinks. “Stevie who? Wonder? Nicks?”

Red looks at him as if he just said the dumbest thing in the long history of dumbfucks. “Wow. You aren't from around here, huh?”

“Stevie the seal,” says the second girl, who has been silently watching the exchange with dark, oddly intense eyes. “One of the zoo's longest standing celebrities and beloved visitor favorite among parents and children alike. Shows are daily at one and five, except on Sundays.”

“Erm,” Eddie says. “Okay. Thank you?”

“No problem,” smiles the girl. “It's all on the zoo’s website. It’s really good, you should read it some time, now that you work here.”

[16woodsequ]

Nov 6th 2024 Wip Wednesday

Wips:

Selkie Steve

Dogs are the best judge of character

MTH fic*

*these I'm keeping secret, so if you request this one I will write it, and respond with a snippet from a different wip

Snippet from Selkie Steve:

“Rogers always looks like that on missions,” she says shortly, flipping her hair agitatedly. “Before, SHIELD’s medical department tried to talk to him about it, but he gave them the runaround.” Her lips press together. “It’s worse now with the Hydra hunt.”

That doesn’t surprise Tony in the slightest. Rogers’ sole focus is hunting down Hydra, and the Avengers have a lot more missions than they used to. Which doesn’t bode well since it seems Rogers is intent on running himself into the ground.

[16woodsequ]

Wips worked on:

Selkie Steve

Dogs are the best judge of character

Bingo Steve time travel

Snippet of Selkie Steve:

“I was looking for something. Don’t worry about it.” It had been months now, since Joe died. But Steve is slowly tracking down all his scummy friends he’d go boozing with. Most are rather intolerant of a nosey fifteen year old asking strange questions, but he keeps digging.

WIP Wednesday Game

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In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

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[kikidoesfanfic]

Selkie Eddie/Steve

Have we considered that with selkie Steve or Eddie that the battle vest being given gets extra juicy? Either we have Selkie Eddie and his battle vest is his pelt right, and he absolutely wops Steve with it when he's talking to Nancy like 'NO MINE' like some sort of claim/immediate marriage proposal, he's locking that shit DOWN Nancy Wheeler WHO. And Steve puts it on and wanders around the upside down with it, excellent, no notes. OR We have selkie Steve, who Eddie chucks that battle vest at, not knowing the significance it would hold to Steve who watched him wear that thing every day. It's a pelt equivalent, Eddie knows Steve is a selkie because of the boat situation (an added reason it was Steve going into the water) so, Steve's thought process going: Eddie knows I'm a selkie He knows my pelt is important He gave me his pelt Marriage??? Just rocking up to the ICU where Eddie is being kept and Wayne isn't there yet so nobody is in there with him and the hospital staff said family only and tried to lock them all out. Steve like well actually, that is my fiance, so I'm Allowed thank you very much. Eddie waking up when they're trying to pester Steve from the room like no thank you I'm staying with my future husband and just laying there like Am I dead Did I die Is this a dream? What's happening right now? Idk, I just think selkies

[xxbottlecapx]

Steve as a selkie who keeps leaving his coat at Eddie's trailer but Eddie keeps returning it because damn man this coat is so fancy I better not accidentally steal it and Steve is just desperately trying to propose but Eddie has no fucking clue what a Selkie is. Robin is going to pull her hair out soon bc Steve won't stop coming up with increasingly convoluted ways to hide his coat so Eddie won't notice its jammed into his closet or under the couch or something instead of yknow telling him.

[hello-sweetheart]

I’m half asleep when I drabbles this hope it’s coherent.

The Harrington’s have gone away again.

He visited his uncle just last week and surveilled some of the nicer neighborhood during his stay. Noticed that the Harrington’s big empty house sits with an empty drive way, curtains always closed, the lights never on. Knows that notoriously when they’re away, they’re away for months at a time. So, he decided to drive back from Indianapolis few couple weeks later to avoid any connection of his presence in Hawkins to the break in, feeling lucky to find it as he left it. Desolate.

He’s on a mission to find jewelry and other valuables, already has a couple pieces of gold jewelry with gems that glitter expensive, not enough for them notice immediately upon arrival. but he’s not leaving until he gets into that safe, assuming it to be full of cash, or priceless items.

When he finally opens it he’s confused to find what looks like an animal hide. Why would the Harrington’s have something like this in a safe? It must be valuable right? He runs his finger through it finding it surprisingly soft when the door creaks open and he can just make out Steve’s silhouette.

He hasn’t seen him since the guy since he graduated high school. Thought he left the town to some college elsewhere or joined his parents in whatever it is they do oversees. He’s frozen caught red handed with the safe freshly cracked open and his hands all over this animal fur-thing

“Oh, Munson? What—?” Steve is half caught between confusion and trying to shake away the fog from sleep. His eyes darting from the empty safe to Eddie’s hands. He’s only ever seen his coat in the hands of his parents, and they never held so him tenderly and careful like Eddie is. “Huh. Hm, let me pack, I’m pack I’m coming with you.”

Eddie bristles. “What?”

But Eddie has his coat in his hands; he’s Eddie’s even if he doesn’t know what he’s holding in his possession. This is Steve’s chance to leave, maybe the only chance he’ll ever get. He doesn’t know Eddie, not really. Just knows people tend to steer clear of him: a known drug dealer and social outcast with the affinity for dark clothing.

And yet, his eyes look kind beneath his fringe and he’s always taken in his fellow socially rejected peers. A club full strange and intriguing individuals. And he’s holding his coat in such tender hands that Steve shivers at the foreign feeling of gentleness.

Steve shrugs, “I’ve been looking to leave here anyways. Besides, when my parents come back to cleared out house, it’ll be better for you if they think I bailed with some of their things.”

They won’t, is the thing. Know he can’t take off, not unless his coat falls under someone else’s possession. But it’ll mean they won’t get the police involved, maybe hiring a private investigator instead to track down his coat.

They won’t care much about the other finery Eddie’s stolen from them.

“You want to come with me… to Indianapolis… in order fo take the fall for me?”

Steve shrugs, “I mean, I need a ride out of here and a place to crash a couple day. The won’t bother looking if they think I was behind the ‘break in’.” Lies lies lies. “All I ask if you depart with something when I leave.” He keeps it vague, eyes falling to the precious thing in Eddie’s care.

And really, what choice does Eddie have? Allow the jock to couch surface or have him turn him into the police? The choice is simple.

They leave when the town is still cast in darkness and silent in sleep.

Selkie! Steve whose parents keep him under thumb by locking away his coat so he can't access it at all

Thief! Eddie that goes to the Harrington's safe and opens it to find it

Steve coming home to catch Eddie but instead of getting him in trouble or being upset he just asks for a couple minutes to pack

[penny00dreadful]

Selkie AU, anyone?

[otteranha]

Selkie!Steve au where he leaves his pelt outside by the pool that night in season 1 and then, after killing Barb, the demogorgon snags it and takes it to the upside down, so for the next 3 years Steve’s powers are gone and can’t shift. His parents are furious that he’s been so careless and lost his pelt, without it he doesn’t heal as well, and he can’t leave Hawkins because he can’t get more than a certain distance away from it even across dimensions. He searches for it, the closest he comes to finding it is the night he takes the kids into the tunnels. There’s a tugging feeling, a tingling sensation when he’s getting close. But everything is such chaos, he’s already hurt, their running out of time and he knows if he tries to go after it the kids will inevitably follow him and however much he aches to find his skin the need to protect them is even stronger. The gate will close and he’ll be trapped in the real world with no hope of ever getting his pelt back.

Or so he thinks until that night at Lover’s Lake when he dives in to look for a gate that he feels that old, familiar pull beneath his skin and it’s here- his true form, his power, his freedom, so close and so far away at the same time.

[riality-check]

Selkie thoughts in the server last night, inspired by this post, and I couldn't let them go

So, maybe Eddie is writing something. And maybe that hypothetical something started out being for his campaign, but it morphed into something else along the way. If that thing exists at all.

He allegedly writes about a selkie, one with, well, maybe not the best coat, but one that's absolutely, unequivocally his. He prizes it, and he takes it with him everywhere he goes because damn if he's going to let anyone ever make him stay.

There are few things he hates more than the idea of staying.

This selkie doesn't like humans. They're cruel and ignorant. They hurt that which they do not understand, and the thing they understand least of all is the selkie.

So, he lives on the outskirts of that little town. They do not like him, and he does not need them. He swims along the coast, basking in his freedom, beholden to no one.

Until a storm bashes him against the rocks. He has just enough sense to take off his coat, to become human, before he slips out of consciousness.

He wakes up in a lighthouse. There's a man there, a strong one with thick brown hair and freckled skin, and the selkie panics. He needs to leave, needs to get out, away to the sea, back to where he's safe.

But he's too hurt to leave, and while the man, at first, rings every bell that screams danger, the selkie stays, uneasily, and rests, and listens.

His coat is always in his hands. The man never takes it.

The man speaks of his loneliness as the lighthouse keeper, but also the necessity of it. He protects ships, he protects the town, and no one thanks him for it. Not that he needs thanks, specifically, but he would like company.

He likes the company of the selkie, it seems. And the selkie, strangely enough, is starting to like the company of the man.

But he does not reveal himself. He talks instead of the things he's seen, but he takes care to sound like a human. He makes up a new life, a new story as a sailor, one who has traveled the world. The man listens, enraptured by tales of the ocean and storms and people.

And the selkie soon realizes that all of it, all of the water and the sky and the rush of freedom, pales in comparison to staying here. With the man.

But that's not right. He can't stay. He shouldn't want to. Staying is bad. Staying means the man will find out what he is, and he will want his coat, he will want to keep him as a thing instead of a person.

That's all he's ever seen as.

The man seems to notice his restlessness, and he says, "If you want to leave, you can. But don't forget your coat."

The selkie stares, and the man explains that he knew from the beginning what he truly was. And he still allows him to leave.

The selkie shakes his head and instead says, "Come with me."

The man does. There is a woman, and another man, and other people who take turns in the lighthouse, who watch it, who make the job less lonely. It was something the man could never manage, he knows that now, but he is happy that other people can.

The man and the selkie go off together, sailing the world, visiting coastal towns everywhere they can, but they always come home for the summer.

(And if Eddie finishes this hypothetical story after he and Steve realize they love each other, after Steve always reminds Eddie to take his vest with him, after they agree to get out of Hawkins but still come back for the summertime, for the late night drives and the people they can't find anywhere else, well. That's his business, and his business only.)

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Coming soon: Saltwater Symphony

Eddie thought the night guard job at the local zoo was easy money. He didn't expect to encounter homicidal parrots, nosy middle schoolers, greedy hotel tycoons, or being attacked by a beautiful naked dude in search of his magic cloak - and it's only his first week!

—

Or: The one where Steve is a selkie who lives at the zoo and Eddie needs to help him find his hide.

Coming soon on AO3

[16woodsequ]

Selkie Steve please and thank you!

I haven't looked at this fic since this ask was sent all those weeks ago, so it was really really nice to come back to it. Thanks for the ask!

Snippet:

He makes it through two years, stumbling through life like a greyed-out zombie, until Hydra crashes in and cracks his muted world wide open. Suddenly Bucky is alive, but the fact is almost as painful as his death. Hydra had him for seventy years, and had tortured him to the point where he doesn’t even recognise Steve. 

The buzzing under Steve’s skin isn’t entirely due to his missing coat as he fights for control of Hydra’s Helicarriers, and for Bucky to come back to himself. The blows to his face and shots to his torso only add to his body's constant thrum of pain but his thoughts are more alive, more awake than they’ve been since the ice.

[16woodsequ]

I actually have multiple active wips now, so I thought I'd play this week!

Selkie Steve

Animal Rescue Fic

Therapy Works

Snippet from Selkie Steve:

Growing up, Steve has several distinct memories of his mother. He can remember how her thin hair was always pulled up into a knot at the base of her head. The way her shoulders were stooped and narrow, her fingers boney and reddened from overwork. 

He remembers how she would fade at times, spending hours staring out the window into the smoggy streets, a blanket wrapped tight around her shoulders. Other times she’d spring up with a burst of energy, tearing through the house while Joe was gone in a desperate search. Always looking, always searching for her coat.

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

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[questionablequeeries]

So I know we’re all about vampire Eddie and werewolf Steve, but what about selkie Eddie? He turns his seal skin into his leather jacket, files down his fangs, and hides his big, pitch black eyes with colored contacts, but he still can’t help pining over the fastest human swimmer he’s ever seen, and when that human swimmer gets dragged into Super Hell by tentacles? Well, it’s not Nancy or Robin who reaches WaterGate first because Eddie’s there like a furry goddamned bullet.

[inkstainedheartbeats]

Steve looks out at the field. His hand harp resting against his knees. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Eddie is brushing out his horse’s mane. Twin swords glinting in the sun.

“I miss the sea,” he says wistfully, “the songs it would sing to me.”

Eddie grunts. It’s one of those days then. When the usually overly talkative Witcher retreats into his mind. Normally Eddie talks enough to be a bard himself. Not that Steve is a very good bard. He’s pretty and charming and can sing and play the instruments but he’s also broad shouldered and considered dim by many. He oft feels dim when compared to Eddie.

“My mother came from the sea,” he says. It’s dangerous revealing that to a Witcher. A Cat once tried to slice him up. But that could have been because he stood in the way of his half brother’s ascension to their father’s title. Eddie is no Cat. No Wolf. Steve’s not sure what School he belongs too.

Steve doesn’t push. Doesn’t want to end up like Jaskier. Doesn’t want to be so broken that he writes a song that burns away the good will he worked hard to build. They exist in silence until Eddie limps over to Steve. Drops down heavily in front of him.

“Play me a song of the sea?”

Steve smiles, closes his eyes and plays. It would sound better on the violin but Steve’s never had luck with bows and prefers the bite of his harps strings on his fingers.

[whathehonestfuk]

Dragon!Eddie that collects the outcasts and shunned by society (his lost sheep)

Whose dragon instincts tell him to add Steve to his hoard after November of 84 and his fall from grace

Eddie is supremely grumpy because he is trying to suppress his hoarding instincts for the first time and it is not going well

I want Steve to also be a creature but can't decide which one

Selkie Steve could go angsty (dragons keep their hoard, and selkies are terrified of being kept) or fluffy (selkies love to be kept as long as they want to be kept by the person)

Werewolf Steve whose never had a proper pack (though he's starting to form one with the party)

Nephilim! Steve that has never been accepted, yeah humans love him for his Divine aura but he is seen as abomination unholy in his holiness

[fsbc-librarian]

Steve Rogers was having a good, normal day. He was celebrating a friend’s wedding, being his usual polite self… until he unintentionally got himself betrothed! That was when the whole thing got a bit… out there. But he wouldn’t change a thing.

Read it here!