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ronearoundblindly · 1 year ago

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The Stark Legacy (24)

Tony Stark's daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn

Daybreak, part of Book III: Power (see previous or series)

Summary: An emergency hits Wakanda, leaving Bucky to race against the current threat. Tony lands in the aftermath, stunned.

Warnings for descriptions of painful Inhuman transformation/canon-level gore and action. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 3.2k A/N: eeee! We've reached one of my fave chapters 🤩 Hope you enjoy 😘

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR—March 2039

“The King of Atlantis and his sentries are still searching the seas for Doom, and our ground intel has garnered no further sightings,” T’Challa finished his portion of the brief in a mumble of disappointment. “I cannot ask Namor to continue to expend resources when weeks have left us no closer to capture or proof of death.”

Shuri nodded toward her brother. “At least the threat of a wide release of D-Lite seems to be handled for now. Romanoff has completed her trace of the tainted heroin from Marshall’s facility after it arrived in Hong Kong and will return to New York soon.”

Bucky remained seated, quiet and watchful. He and the white-haired Ororo were the only two that did not speak. T’Challa’s betrothed sat quietly, eyes turned away towards the windows. Ororo, Storm they called her, always became the most concerned when the weather was beautifully clear. Nature spoke to her, and when nature was quiet, she listened harder. Bucky was mostly distracted by her hair, a silkier, lighter version of T’Challa’s mother’s, and Ramonda had the loveliest hair. Sam Wilson nudged him to participate, but Bucky lifted a palm to indicate Wilson could proceed without him.

Falcon started the hologram, describing several mutated figures captured from across Northern Africa. “Unfortunately, these appear to be victims of the same drug Nat tracked down in China. A portion of the shipment must have been smuggled into a Mediterranean port before we were able to intercept. Less than half of those we’ve found took it voluntarily, but none of those can describe their attackers.”

The whole group sighed in exhaustion. While this was a lazy, mid-morning gathering, mission after mission fighting for a semblance of control across the world left them ragged. T’Challa scanned the information but asked nothing. That part was Bucky and Wilson’s assignment, and the King of Wakanda left it in their hands. Monsters, creatures, mutants, inhumans—whatever you wanted to call them needed to be captured, questioned, and distributed to the proper authority. Criminals to the police, victims to the proper hospital or therapy, and children and young adults to Xavier’s School.

Bucky was a soldier, neither a babysitter nor a therapist, but witnessing the confused, violent suffering of newly transformed people took its own special toll. When a Dosed woman screamed “Who could do this to someone?” with tears streaming down her face before her insides boiled out through every orifice, Bucky thought of Sam’s apparent “choice” to become something else. That woman died in transformation. When another Dosed man viciously slashed at him with thorny tentacles, growling about his right to be as powerful and deadly as he could manage, Bucky thought of Sam becoming an unrecognizable enemy. However, since that first meal after the team dropped Doom off the coast to supposedly drown, Wilson had conspicuously failed to mention either Samantha or Bucky’s new arm. Big Sam did seem to eye him knowingly whenever Bucky’s thoughts wandered to a new sensation or her condition. Bucky thought to say something aloud a few times, but what he wanted to say changed constantly, multiple times a day, for weeks. So while Falcon remained methodical and cool-headed, Bucky felt as though the unknown outcome of each mission was unravelling him like a single thread pulled from a parachute. At some point, his mind wouldn’t hold up his body anymore, and he’d crash.

”Stark is due back today,” Wilson added after a long pause. Bucky jolted from his reverie.

Shuri nodded again. “We have tracked his progress in the solar system, a few hours at most an—.”

Ororo snapped up from her chair. “Something is wrong.”

Dora Milaje burst into the room.

“My King, there is…we must go.”

Shuri furiously swiped through her tablet to view the alarm. “The border registers a sea level disturbance.”

T’Challa straightened. “I am not fleeing from an earthquake.” Storm grabbed his arm, eyes clouding as white as her hair briefly.

“It’s not an earthquake, brother,” Shuri stood this time, shuffling across the room, “it is a tsunami.” She said no more before bolting down the hallway.

Without pause, everyone seated rose and rushed out after her. T’Challa ordered transports sent to villages to remove civilians from the ground back to the highest buildings. Shuri sent evacuation instructions to crowded rural populations on higher ground, then divided any remaining areas to select guards and their Kimoyo beads. Falcon got his assigned location and jumped from the nearest balcony. Storm descended to assist the transports heading to the coast outside. The terrain of Wakanda flashed through Bucky’s mind as the orders were given, allowing a sickening thought to awaken: the annex lab sat in a gentle valley closer to the cost.

He spun Shuri around to face him. “What about Samantha?”

“There is no time, James. We must get as many civilians above it as possible.”

“She is a civilian.”

“The cryo tanks should survive the impact. We built them outside of the barrier for a reason, and you know that Barnes. You cannot go—”

Bucky was out the door before Shuri could finish; ‘should’ was not good enough. He took his bike from the platform and raced towards the secluded building where he’d first been stored decades ago when Steve hid him in Wakanda. He had been given the chance to reclaim his mind and his life; he could not let Sam die submerged in a tomb of his own making. He feared her changing, but he feared her death more.

His bike had never felt slower though he topped the speedometer as high as he dared. He could feel the heavy impact of his steps on the soft ground, the concrete floor, the suspended stairs, and finally on the clanking metal scaffold in front of Sam’s frozen, serene face. Bucky tapped the panel to the right of the container. It showed only her unchanging vitals and temperature control; he was not authorized to change it.

“Shuri,” he shrieked through the comms. She didn’t answer right away. “Shuri!”

“I’m sorry, Barnes. I’m not going to expose you both. Get to the highest lev—”

Bucky cut off his comm. He slammed his fists against the clear, solid wall between him and Sam. There must be a failsafe on impact, something, anything to trigger the door. It was only when he stopped beating the glass to pry the seal that he heard the small beeps.

The screen to the right had changed. It showed neon green text against a black screen, like an ancient computer: James Buchanan Barnes? Yes/No

He tapped Yes. Another question: Will you save Samantha Stark? Yes/No

He tapped Yes again. Almost before he hit the response, one more question popped up: Do you promise? Yes/No

What the hell? He tapped Yes, and the modern screen appeared again, flashing the start of the reversal sequence. The vapor and frost seemed to take an eternity to dissipate, and Bucky could see nothing outside of the fogged windows facing the valley. He willed the chamber to warm faster, but a thought sprang up in the back of his mind. If the sequence isn’t complete, or the whole process is rushed, what happens to her? His stomach churned. Time slowed to a crawl.

The fear left him when the glass slid away from a flesh-toned Sam. It had to; there was no time for fear. Bucky gracelessly heaved Sam over his shoulder and fled the building. When the rhythm of his run slowed, approaching the motorcycle, he noticed her moving. The excitement he felt died when he saw her face as she clawed her way out of his arms. Sam screamed, eyes fixed on the bike. What the hell?

“No,” Sam screamed over and over pulling away from him with every ounce of energy she could muster which was shockingly strong.

You idiot, Buck. Her accident. “Sam, I promise I’ll keep you safe. Stop, quit fighting—you have to get on.”

She didn’t relent. For a moment, Bucky thought of knocking her unconscious, but he couldn’t bring himself to swing. Then he saw her skin, orange and raging into a glowing yellow, like a twinkling star up close, but that wasn’t all. Whole areas over her body shone blue and flashed as if the yellow beneath were trying to escape. They still had to move. “Get on the damn bike!”

Dragged forward by his arms, Sam fell to her knees. She’d stopped screaming, now only taking huge rattling breaths, no longer loud enough to hide the rushing sound of water nearby.

If the wave is that close, Bucky thought, it’s too late, and the water slammed him back into the corner of the building.

The flash of the barrier nearly blinded him on reentry. Unable to reach anyone on comms, Tony jetted towards Wakanda pulling so many g’s, he nearly passed out and crash-landed outside the glistening dome. His body fatigued by Earth’s gravity, he kept the entire Iron Man suit on to prop up his weakened skeleton. The fog was thick, the ground covered in nearly two inches of water that rippled slowly as it slid back downhill. Bit odd for this terrain. He looked around. He had to use infrared sensors to perceive anything over two meters away. His scan showed rubble to his right, two prone bodies, and an warning that one more approached from behind him.

He squelched through the mud towards the bodies. Friendlies?

“You filthy, selfish surface dwellers,” a deep voice echoed from behind him. “My wave should have crushed you.”

Not friendly then, but familiar.

“Payment is required for your missteps, human.” This time the growl was personal, delivered with acid irritation, but no form or shadow could penetrate the mist.

Tony leaned down to the first body. Friday sensed a pulse, scanned, and found no other injuries. He rolled the mud-covered figure to face him, wiping hair away and out of the receding water. It was Sam, barely. From a video connection across space, nearly a year ago at Harvard, and a boozy-fog of a wedding reception, he had little reference for her features beneath the caked earth, yet his daughter was laying unconscious in a field with an enemy 15 meters away. He looked at her scan again: no indications of a healed fracture, or any injury at all. Had he been wrong? Worried these weeks for nothing?

“He took her because of you, Stark,” the voice shouted.

Tony spun, blasters ready, struggling to raise his heavy arms. There stood the King of Atlantis, shimmering in the low light of the mist, hardly dressed and dripping wet.

“What did you do?” Tony blurted. His interactions with Namor were more limited than those with Sam. Namor always struck him as an even more arrogant and fool-hardy version of himself, or perhaps just a younger version, except with zero humor. Add in the additional intensity of blood royalty, and King Waterworld embodied everything that irritated Tony.

A long, sharp trident lowered towards Iron Man’s neck. “What have I done? You and that cheeky princess have enabled terror and destruction upon my city. You killed my people.”

Tony touched a finger to the foreign sea metal to nudge it away from himself and Sam. “I literally just got here, so you’re gonna need to be more specific. Last I saw, you were helping zap a zit off that coast,” he pointed, taking the opportunity to stand and step away. Friday beeped that the second form was stirring.

The king’s nostrils flared. “A mutant dosed with my genetic code—the containment for which Princess was solely responsible—attacked my home. My betrothed was taken,” Namor seethed, gripping his weapon anxiously, “Tigershark, he called himself, and when he razed our palace, he claimed we could ‘thank Young Stark.’”

Tony’s mind went into overdrive, processing years of information told in pieces or briefs all at once: Namor’s DNA, ‘Young Stark,’ the glow he’d seen Sam inject into Bucky’s shoulder. Extremis samples in the Wakandan shipment stolen a year earlier, among samples of multiple mutants. Simon Marshall’s experiments to produced new mutants. Marshall taught at Harvard. Sam went to Harvard. ‘Young Stark.’ No trace of a healed break… Stall.

“Yes,” Tony stumbled before catching his stride, “our lifespans must be very comical down below. You look marvelous for being twice my age, by the way. You know, I diet, but—”

“Enough,” Namor bellowed then advanced. “Dorma,” the king whispered, “deserves justice.”

“And just out of pure curiosity,” Tony added, “what would satisfy your…justice? I’m not up on my Atlantean law—”

“You cheek, as the Princess up there does—” Tony kept his eyes fixated on the direction of the trident, now raised to the hill of the city—“It seems the guilty of the surface can do nothing but belittle the lives of my people. You,” Namor snapped at the newly risen figure behind the rubble. “They call you Captain. Are you the one who stopped my ocean’s advance? I doubt it, weak as you appear after a little splash.” The king smirked.

Tony shifted to see Barnes covered head to toe in thick, dripping muck. “You look like shit,” Tony stated flatly. On any other day, Tony would be thankful for that small victory. That irritatingly naive soldier never aged and still acted oblivious to having fangirls across the world ogling his blue eyes. Tony watched those blue eyes roll across the ground, slowly sweeping back when he saw Samantha’s body a few feet away. Today, Tony was simply thankful Namor had no clue Samantha Stark existed. Bucky met Tony’s gaze, a question silently conveyed and answered in an instant. Bless you for being sharper than you look, Terminator—wait, no arm. What do I call you now?

Bucky raised his hands slowly, stepping away from Sam. “You can deal with me.”

“You did nothing,” Namor advanced savagely. “What good does a lap dog do me?”

Tony jumped in to further distract the Sub-Mariner. “Actually, that one is definitely more of a cat. Very anti-social, gives everybody dirty looks. The original Cap, now he’s your golden retriever typ—”

“How then—” the tines of the trident laced around the iron throat “—do you propose to make amends?” Namor slid his hand up the shaft to tower over Tony, face to mask.

Inside the suit, Tony’s eyes shifted to Sam. She hadn’t moved yet. The helmet split open to reveal his own haggard face to the king. “I can bring her back to you,” he said honestly, “Dorma, was it? But for the record, I did not knowingly help anyone to attack you—”

“Stark,” Bucky mumbled in warning.

“I can offer you…myself, as a hostage and helper in finding this—this Tigershark.”

Namor regarded Tony thoroughly, sizing up his ability and his sincerity all in one raking with his pitch black eyes.

“I know what that feels like,” Tony quietly added, “to lose her.”

This seemed to refocus the King on his answer. “And Wakanda’s Princess will give me the tool to rip apart that murderer,” Namor said finally.

“We’ve got all sorts of tools,” Tony chirped, “take your pick.”

Namor twisted his trident to pinch the suit’s jaw and shoulder. “I require the Cosmic Cube.”

Except that one, Tony thought, holy shit, you are not getting an infinity stone. “That’s…not currently available for loan,” he started, though the trident twisted more, “but Cap here will take your request straight to top brass, yes?”

Tony could only assume Bucky nodded behind him when the scraping metal slid away from his own neck.

“There will be other consequences,” Namor allowed, “once Tigershark is killed and Dorma is safe.”

“Of course,” Tony said, “I’ve heard shark is delicious.” From the look returned to him, Tony knew he’d need to hold his tongue as best he could.

“Humans are disgusting,” Namor grunted, yet tossed his head to lead Tony away.

Stark sighed in relief for equipping that suit to be air-tight and pressurized when necessary. Tony checked his oxygen supply left from re-entry. The marker read 79%, so maybe he wouldn’t die…right away. The king grabbed the suit’s arm when Tony delayed, a grip as tight as a vice, and led them back towards the sea. Poetic justice if he snaps my arm, Tony mused. “I will not drown you,” Namor added, “as long as you are useful.”

Ah, there it is, the warm tingle of friendship. As Tony shut and sealed his helmet again, squelching through the mud, he hoped Barnes understood to protect his daughter in his absence.

Bucky was attempting to get an arm under Sam and enough traction under his feet to lift her when Wilson yelled from above that he was incoming.

“Sweet Barbecuing Betty,” Falcon sassed as he landed beside Bucky kneeling in the mud. “Look at the crisp on that wall.”

Bucky looked up to see some of the fog clearing. A black, charred streak defaced the entire side of the four story annex building. Towards the center of the mark were indentation with white ash peeling away in the damp.

Falcon continued, hands on hips, taking a few steadying, wet breaths. “When did Shuri create that bomb, you think? Wish she would have told you about it before you drove right into the line of fire. Your comm wash away?”

“How many did it get?” Bucky asked.

Falcon shrugged, lifting his goggles to rub his eyes. “No one past that hill at least. We’re checking the coast now.” He finally looked down towards Barnes before panic rose in his voice. “The hell— Is she breathing? Lil’ Sam, can you hear me?”

“She’s—” Bucky didn’t know how to describe it, but Wilson bent to check her regardless. Pulse fine, breathing slow and unhindered, but his hands and her face were too dirty for him to check her pupils. Instead he changed the subject. “What do you mean—what did you see?” Bucky planted a foot against a root in the ground to push him and Samantha upright.

“From up there,” Wilson rattled, eyes on Lil’Sam and using a palm to scrape excess muck off of her, “the water was a strange shape, like it pointed to the city, and then it just…exploded—evaporated really. Looked like a bomb went off. Turned the whole thing to fog and mist and rain… Man, it’s hard to breathe in this. Think she’s having trouble?” Falcon checked her for the third time, looking towards the building for the next safest step. The blackened facade distracted both men for a moment, specifically the bottom of the scorch mark that showed a perfect outline of a human bust. Wilson spun around, assessing the newly visible terrain. They were standing in a wide, shallow hole approximately ten meters across, spotted with sharp blades of sunlight. “You’re gonna tell me what the hell happened here, right?”

Bucky remained fixated on the Annex wall, unflinching. “As soon as I know,” he mumbled before meeting Falcon’s eyes. Bucky shifted Sam’s weight to keep the mud from slipping them apart. “We need to see Banner.”

[Chapter 25: Compound]

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bulkyphrase · 2 years ago

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Steve Rogers and tentacles

Happy Valentine's Day! As per the results of my very first poll, please enjoy this present of my favorite fics involving Steve and tentacles.

These range from gen to enthusiastic consentacles to hardcore non-consentacles, so please watch the tags and warnings. I've tried to put the harder stuff at the end.

Kiss The Sky by copperbadge (@copperbadge) (Steve Rogers/Tentacles, Explicit, 3,963 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: Steve's not sure where he is, or how he got there, or why there's a tentacle there, but at least he's having fun.

Tidal Pull by sabrecmc (@sabrecmc) (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Explicit, 97,664 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: After the American Civil War, Union soldier Steve Rogers takes a chance on an opportunity to sail with the Stark Trading Company down in the Caribbean. During a terrible storm, his ship is lost. To his surprise, he survives, and ends up stranded on an island that isn't quite as deserted as he first thinks. Or, a reverse Little Mermaid tale where Steve has to fall for the fish-man.

More below the cut!

We're Different Now by sassbandit (James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 9,727 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: "Told you I was different," Steve says, trying to make it sound like a joke but not really succeeding. "Told you I don't care. You're still you, whatever they did to you." He throws himself at Steve and hugs him hard. "You coulda told me," he says. Ever since the serum, Steve's been uncomfortable in his own skin. Ever since Azzano, so has Bucky. Written in response to the prompt: "Steve has tentacles as a side effect of the serum, but they only appear when he's topping Bucky."

almost inexplicable perversity by seinmit (@seinmit) (Steve Rogers/Tentacles, Explicit, 1,999 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: He had a strange job. Sometimes strange things happened. “Huh,” Steve said. He twisted a little in the mirror. There were tentacles. Those were new.

Tentacular Spectacular by Sineala (@sineala) (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Explicit, 9,131 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: When Amora the Enchantress lays a peculiar curse on Tony, its effects are not at all obvious... until Tony gets home and sees what's happened to Steve. And as for breaking the curse -- well, that happens to be Tony's number one fantasy. (Or: Tony never turns down a good tentacle. Or several.)

You Ten-tickle My Fancy by the_genderman (Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Explicit, 1,950 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: Steve's got a secret that he's afraid makes him un-dateable. Sam finds out a new interest he didn't realize he had. PWP fun with tentacles.

The Better to Hug You With by Lauralot (@lauralot89) (Gen, General Audiences, 1,740 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: As he's stepping off the Metro, Steve catches a glimpse of waving tentacles in his peripheral vision. An octopus is wriggling onto the platform. He's entering the Triskelion when it happens again: a flash of tentacles in the corner of his eye, this time roping around a filing cabinet. Clearly Steve needs more sleep.

Tentacle Monsters are Usually Bigger by MountainRose (General Audiences, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, No Archive Warnings Apply, 12,783 words, No Archive Warnings Apply)

Summary: Steve and his Avengers find a 'biological sample' held captive in a Hydra lab; It's surprisingly chatty.

Also available as a podfic read by synteis_records (synteis)

What the Water Gave Me by hobbitdragon, SD_Ryan (James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 25,038 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: One moment Steve stood listening to Fury talk some nonsense to deceive the bugs apparently everywhere in Steve’s apartment, and the next moment a door opened where there hadn’t been a door before. In the doorway stood a figure, outlined in the fluorescent light pouring out from behind it. Steve made out arms, legs, a head, but around those were....other limbs, squirming and curling. His head ached when he tried to count them, perhaps three, perhaps twenty. His eyes shied away from understanding the sight of them, at once glowing with an oil-slick rainbow of colors while also being the same empty blackness of endless space. The figure looked hard at Steve, meeting his eyes over a face-mask. The eyes were the same as those awful limbs, simultaneously a bright, mesmerizing gold and also holes into a place with no light at all.

Whip Crack by Quarra (@quarra) (James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 115,977 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: Tentacle Monster Steve is captured by Hydra. They send in the Winter Soldier with a bull whip to break him, but as far as Steve's concerned the most beautiful creature he's ever seen walked in to his cell and started waving a sexy black tentacle at him. It's love at first sight.

You Can R’Lyeh on Me by insomnia1999, Quarra (James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen And Up Audiences, 22,502 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: When the Tesseract sends the Red Skull into space, something else comes through. Something eldritch and dire and – OK, maybe not that dire. A misunderstanding traps Tentacle God Bucky under the ice with Steve. Can they get past their differences and learn to get along? (Spoilers: Yes, yes they can.) Now Steve has someone to help him navigate the future and the Avengers will never be the same. Please note: This story is rated T for violence and language (because even as an Eldritch God Bucky swears a lot.) All tentacle sex is implied, not explicit.

Demonique by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves) (James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 39,031 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence)

Summary: “Oh come on, Steve. You look at me like you want to put me on a pedestal and worship me. You look at Barnes like you want to tear his clothes off with your teeth. Tell me why you two aren’t...?” Peggy smirks at him, because of course this amuses her greatly. Steve fidgets, trying not to blush. “Peggy, I can’t—“ Peggy steps closer. “Steve. Is this an American peculiarity? Because in the British army, as long as you’re discreet, that sort of thing between two men is fine. I mean, some of our greatest war heroes, and so on.” “It’s not... that...” Steve cringes. It’s Bucky’s tentacles. And how badly he wants them inside him.

This Mortal Part of Mine by Sineala (@sineala) (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Explicit, 60,255 words, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Steve hasn't seen Tony since he carried him, blackout drunk, out of the flames of a Bowery flophouse several months ago, and he honestly never expected to see Tony alive again. On his road trip across America, Steve puts out a call for the nearest Avenger -- and he's very surprised when Tony turns up in a brand-new Iron Man suit, ready for action. But their relationship, strained and tense, is about to get even worse. Their foe turns out to be a monster from another dimension, who hurts them in ways they could never have imagined, and the bond between them might not be strong enough to weather the aftermath.

One and Every Way by Sineala (@sineala) (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Explicit, 21,847 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Note: This is the sequel to "This Mortal Part of Mine"

Summary: Five ways Steve and Tony have attempted to incorporate tentacles into their relationship.

Church of the Old God by thedevilchicken (James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 10,218 words, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: Steve decides to save Bucky's life but Bucky decides to save Steve's. The price for that is a return to a place Steve's tried to forget they've ever been to - a village in a valley that doesn't exist on any map, that has a deep, dark secret.

Brave New World by valdomarx (@valdomarx) (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Explicit, 9,582 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: Captain Hydra, the Avengers' long-time foe, and Iron Man, the mysterious masked Avenger, find themselves transported to a strange alien planet. The place is beautiful, but it's also apparently sentient and has taken a perverse interest in them. Steve agrees to a truce with Iron Man for now, at least until he finds his time to strike. That is, if the trees don't get them first.

Perfect Breeders by heeroluva (Steve Rogers/Tentacles, Explicit, 1,025 words, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings)

Summary: All that existed was pleasure and pain at the will of the creature.

wrong time, wrong place, wrong person by veryvincible (@veryvincible) (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Explicit, 6,500 words, Rape/Non-Con)

Summary: When duplicates of the Infinity Gems appear on Superior Iron Man's scanners, his caution kicks into overdrive. He's intent on taking care of the matter before it festers into a being more powerful than him, one that might dare to threaten his new reign. He's not aware of the dire consequences of wielding the gems so soon after their previous owner-- nor is the Steve Rogers of Earth-19999, who thought his streak of bad luck had been coming to an end. When they meet, one of them, certainly, must come out on top.

#steve rogers #tentacles #marvel fic rec

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thedogsled · 2 years ago

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Dogsled's Bucky Barnes Bingo Masterlist! So I have it a push and finished off a bingo and this is my first time ever getting a bingo on a bingo card despite occasionally trying to do one for...15 years? So...go me? Anyway, on to the fics:

Let's kick off with the Winterbaron (Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo) offerings from this card. I wrote a grand total of four Winterbaron stories, between 1000 and 2500 words, so if that's your jam you might enjoy any of the following:

Adopted Square - Addiction Molodets, Soldat Link to AO3 Rating: Explicit Tags: Praise kink, Subspace, Hurt/Comfort Summary: Sex with Zemo is a kind of therapy. It's healing, in a way, but only because Zemo goes as deep as he does, and isn't the least bit likely to back down. For once, all Bucky wants is to make a breakthrough. K4 - Doctor's Appointment The Doctor Is In Link to AO3 Rating: Explicit Tags: Body worship, Sexual roleplay, Glasses kink Summary: Bucky wants Zemo to try out a little roleplay with him. Starting with Zemo putting on THAT pair of glasses so as to better look the part. Y1 - Kink: Cock Warming A Little Peace Link to AO3 Rating: Explicit Tags: Cock warming, Subspace, Anxiety, Touch Starved Summary: Zemo teaches Bucky a new meditation technique (subspace). Still, it's probably not the kind of thing that's appropriate to share with one's therapist, is it? B1 - Getting Groceries A Little Restraint Link to AO3 Rating: Explicit Tags: Lace panties, Stockings, Getting Groceries Summary: Chores get in the way of sexy times, and all Bucky can think about is what Zemo has on under his clothes. It's becoming a problem. Moving on from here we have other pairings, they'll be marked on a per case basis, starting with: U3 - Outside the Bedroom The Chair Link to AO3 Rating: Explicit Pairing: Winteriron (Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes) Tags: Fucking machines, Tentacles, Face fucking, For science! Summary: Tony's been working on a new project and once Bucky hears what it is, he has mixed feelings. At least it explains why Tony's been working late. The question is: was it worth the effort? U1 - Polyamory/Open Relationship As A Treat Link to AO3 Rating: Explicit Pairing: 3Cap (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson) Tags: Double penetration in 2 holes, Kitchen sex, Polyamory Summary: Sam's exasperation with Steve and Bucky fucking in every room of the house can only hold out for so long. And finally the last two fics can be seen as shippy or non ficcy, the goggles are up to you! C1 - Metal Arm Bros Armed and Dangerous Link to AO3 Rating: Gen Characters: Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes Tags: Alternate ending to Endgame, Enemies to friends, Grief/Mourning Summary: Endgame divergence: Tony lives, Steve still leaves. Tony tries to cheer Bucky up. It's arguable whether or not it actually works. K1 - M'Baku Packmates Link to AO3 Rating: Gen Characters: M'Baku and Bucky Barnes Tags: Wakanda, Coda, Quiet Summary: M'Baku has some words of advice for the White Wolf So that's it! Look out for my Steve Rogers Bingo masterpost which should be coming some time in the next ten days or so, and until next time :3

#masterpost #my fanfic #bucky barnes #winterbaron #bucky barnes bingo

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justwriteryan · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER TWO

A New York highway. An army blockade is preventing traffic from entering the city. There’s an abundance of armed military units and barbed wire, but not everybody is getting the message. A disgruntled truck driver steps out of his vehicle and marches right up to the blockade, where a crowd of scared and confused people have already gathered.

DRIVER: Hey, Rambo! What’s the big idea?

SOLDIER: Sir, you need to return to your vehicle and go back the way you came. The city is off-limits.

DRIVER: What’s the big emergency?

SOLDIER: Some sort of invasion. The whole city’s under attack, and New York may not be the only target.

DRIVER: So then, what are you goons doin’ out here, disruptin’ my deliveries, when there’s a freakin’ war being fought on Main Street?

SOLDIER: Orders from Commander Rogers himself: nobody gets in, and everybody gets out. Now, you…and all you folks here…need to turn around and go home! This is a military operation, and its not safe for you people to-

BOOM! Something explodes a few miles behind the blockade. No sooner does panic set in than three flying tentacled beasts come screeching across the skies. Riding on their backs are the grey-skinned creatures glimpsed in the city. They wheel overhead and open fire on all below, civilian and soldier alike. An army sergeant barks his orders.

SERGEANT: Hostiles in the sky! Weapons free! Light ‘em up!

The soldiers return fire as the civilians run for cover. Its chaos. Suddenly, a yellow laser beam pops the head off one of the riders. Another shoots one of the beasts in the eye, sending it crashing onto the freeway. As the surviving assailant swings his mount to hunt this new foe, a red and yellow blur bursts through the skull of the beast he’s riding, and a red gauntlet smashes into his face. As the last of the aliens go down, all eyes turn to the sky once again. There, gleaming in a floating suit of red and gold armour is Tony Stark, the invincible Iron Man.

STARK: Do what the man says folks. Go home and stay there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a really important call to get to,

And with a whoosh, he’s gone, flying like a fighter jet off into the city.

A tracking shot of Iron Man as he swoops around skyscrapers and fires repulsor beams at the aliens. Eventually, he lands in the conference room of Avengers Tower, coming through a window that was smashed in the fighting.

STARK: Morning, Avengers.

ROGERS: Tony, good, we’re ready to begin.

The large table where the Avengers usually meet has been upturned to face the shattered windows to act as a makeshift barrier. At the back of the room is another huge TV screen, displaying multiple satellite views, infra-red shots and news reports. Around the room are the few Avengers that were present in the tower at the time of attack; the current Captain America, Bucky Barnes…the Protector, the alien warrior Noh-Varr…Spider-man and Spider-woman, Jessica Drew…winged hero the Falcon, and Maria Hill.

STARK; Uh, where’s Thor?

MARIA: He lives in Asgard, and they don’t have phones there.

ROGERS: He’s en route. I made the call.

MARIA: What? Just like that?

ROGERS: I said the words, he’ll be here. Now, down to business. At approximately 0600 hours, New York and perhaps the world was invaded by an army of previously unknown alien life-forms…

SPIDER-MAN: “previously unknown”?

ROGERS: Yes. Using intel collected from the databanks of Reed Richards, S.H.I.E.L.D, S.W.O.R.D., and Noh-Varr here, we’ve deduced that this species isn’t Kree, Skrull, Shi-‘ar, Titan, Martian, Sakarrian, Brood or any other we’ve got catalogues on.

STARK: Could it be something…supernatural, instead?

ROGERS: We had our mystics check into that as well. I didn’t like that they were able to gain entry into our atmosphere without any real spacecraft, so I got everybody I could think of investigating teleportation spells large enough to transport armies. Unfortunately, there were no “mystical disturbances” in this dimension. At this early stage, we have to conclude that this is an invasion from another universe.

BUCKY: My God…

ROGERS: All attempts to contact them have failed. They aren’t interested in talking. Whether they’re doing this for resources, or territory, or some warped religious dogma, we can’t tell. Nor can we tell how they got here, how many of them there are, or…

He breaks off for a minute. The group watches him patiently as he composes himself.

ROGERS: the good news is, they’ve pushed us to the point where we can make it real simple for them. The U.N.’s stance on unwarranted extra-terrestrial attacks is surprisingly straightforward. Give them no quarter. Those bastards have come here to kill and destroy. Your job is to stop that from happening. Help any civilians you find that are hurt or in trouble, but right now holding back the attack is the priority. You’re the front line, Avengers. Move out.

The Avengers begin to file out the window. Falcon and Protector fly out first. Spider-man pauses for a second.

SPIDER-MAN: Another day, another alien invasion.

He leaps out the window. Tony turns to Steve.

STARK: Where are the Fantastic Four?

ROGERS: Reed, Sue, Johnny and the kids are on vacation in the 1600s, but Ben Grimms staying with Cage’s team at the Mansion, who are already in the field.

STARK: Damn it. The world’s leading expert on multi-dimensional travel is in another time the day we got attacked by…what are we calling them, anyway?

ROGERS: Due to their frenzied attacking style and possible hive mind mentality, we’ve coined the name “Locust”

BUCKY: A swarm of Locusts. Great.

ROGERS: Bucky, wait. I’m keeping you in reserve for the time being.

BUCKY: You’re what?

ROGERS: This room is our nerve centre. I need you on site to defend it while I co-ordinate the fight.

BUCKY: Fine. But I’m gonna need more than your old shield and my M-9.

Steve walks over to a space in the wall. He holds his palm against it. A whirring sound comes from behind it and a portion of the wall slides away to reveal a fully-stocked gun cabinet with fire-arms of various makes and sizes.

ROGERS: This should help.

KRA-BOOM.. thunder rolls and bangs across the sky. For a moment, all noise outside the tower stops. Then, hurtling out of the dark, stormy sky like a falling star comes Thor, God of Thunder. With a force that shakes Avengers Tower right to the roof, he strikes his hammer to the earth and sends lightning shooting out to scorch all Locust within fifty feet.

ROGERS: See? Told you he’d be here.

END.

#fanfic #fanfiction #creative writing #marvel #creative #the avengers #fanfic friday #crossover #gears of war #thor #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #iron man #spiderman #spider woman #maria hill

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the-faultofdaedalus · 6 years ago

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every time i do anything w/ bucky it’s a struggle to not make his arm cooler

#it's just a metal human arm karen it's BORING #fucking. give me cyborg arms like silver's #why does it have to be human-ish karen #why can't his elbow bend both ways #hell why can't his elbow be a ball socket so he can bend it ALL ways #YOU HAVE COOL CYBORG ARM WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CONSTRAIN YOURSELF TO THE LIMITS OF HUMAN PHYSIOLOGY #fic where bucky has half a million robot arms that tony's made him and all of them are different and really fucking odd #one of them is just. tentacle #like doc oc's in the new spiderman

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moonbeambucky · 2 years ago

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A Whole New World (Part 5 - End)

Pairing: Genie!Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2530 Warnings: angst, fluff

Summary: Three wishes open up a whole new world of opportunities to a girl looking for a home but finds love along the way.

A/N: Remember this is an Aladdin AU set in a royal modern world with magic. Here we are at the end. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Feedback is always appreciated!

PART 4 | A WHOLE NEW WORLD MASTERLIST

Steve’s mouth opened at the betrayal of a man who has been at the service of the crown since he was born. Before he knew it he was stripped of his jacket that bore the symbol of Midgard, his eyes widening as it now appeared on Pierce along with his late father’s crown. He sat down on the throne, smirking at Steve as he did to rub his betrayal in deeper.

Finally, after all these years of advising those he felt were beneath him he’s done it. Pierce was the King, not the rightful one but the right one in his mind, and it was time that big changes came to Midgard.

Steve’s blue eyes burned with fire, his blood teeming with such unadulterated rage that he threw his arms up, elbowing some of the guards that held him back, shrugging the rest off. He ran towards Pierce to physically remove him from the throne he dared to sit upon.

Two rows of men lined up in front of their new King, shields drawn as they tried to block the former prince from getting through. It shouldn’t have been a struggle but it was. Fueled by adrenaline and anger, Steve clawed through them nearly making it towards Pierce.

The old man jumped back in his seat, scared yet impressed by Steve’s strength. It was tempting to wish for a trait such as that but Pierce knew better. As guards piled themselves over the prince to restrain him, Pierce turned his head towards Bucky, showing no emotion in his face or voice as he demanded, “For my second wish, I wish to be the most powerful sorcerer in the world!”

The thick muzzle muffled the heavy breath he exhaled. Bucky didn’t want to do this but he had no choice. With a reluctant wave of his hand he granted the wish and Pierce was lifted in a cloud of purple smoke, feeling a surge of electricity flowing through his body. In his hand appeared a staff, a gun metal grey that reflected in the light. At the top was a large skull with eight tentacles wrapping around the pole. A sinister smile stretched across his weather face, anxious to test his new powers and the former prince and his friend were the perfect subjects.

Pierce raised the staff in the air and suddenly Steve and Sam were lifted up, floating but unable to move within their magical grasp. He squeezed his fists slowly and the two men felt the constriction around them, hissing and grunting the harder and harder it became to breathe.

Y/N heard the struggling gasps for breath, watched as Pierce was delighted with himself, as he and all of his men watched him crush the life from Sam and Steve. She watched Bucky stand there, a man with so much power and yet he looked so small, visibly bothered by the wish he granted.

There was no plan when she ran out, hoping she could grab a sword at best from one of the guards and strike Pierce. It was a fool’s plan. She barely made it before Rumlow grabbed her, wrapping his thick forearm around her neck and she began to choke. Bucky lifted his head, tears brimming his eyes as he knew there was nothing he could do to stop this.

If there was one thing that Pierce admired about Y/N it was her tenacity. He grew tired of torturing Steve and Sam, waving the staff and throwing them against the wall. An invisible force pulled her from Rumlow’s grasp and she too was raised in the air.

“A funny thing about your princess…” His words were aimed at Steve who groaned in pain. “She’s nothing but a street rat playing pretend.”

With another wave of the staff her clothes were swapped for something she was more accustomed to, a tattered shirt, dirty sweatpants and sneakers that were falling apart.

Pierce turned to Rumlow, smirking, “And what do we do with rats in the palace?”

“Exterminate them,” Rumlow replied, a sickening grin spreading across his face that didn’t hide his twisted excitement.

Pierce’s fist squeezed again and Y/N cried out in pain, as if the tentacles on his staff were coiled around her; the constriction was overwhelming. Her eyes shut tight as she tried to fight it but she knew there was no way to beat magic.

“Stop!” Bucky pleaded softly through the thick muzzle. A tear rolled down his cheek, his heart shattering in his chest, cursing himself because he was powerless to intervene. He shut his eyes, unable to bear the sight of watching the light in hers go out but they snapped open a moment later as he felt the sharp sting of Pierce backhanding him.

“Don’t you dare talk back to me slave, I own you!” The words were hot on Pierce’s tongue like fire.

The pressure was closing in and Y/N could feel the crack of her ribs as she struggled to breathe. She wished Bucky could help but she knew his limitations and suddenly she smiled. It hurt to laugh, excruciating pain racked through her body but she did it still, taunting Pierce with the few breaths she had left.

Words faintly squeezed out from her throat, “You might control the genie…” she hissed painfully, “but you’ll never be as powerful as he is.” Pierce whipped his head in her direction. “With his powers he could snap his fingers and wipe out half of the universe.”

Pierce begins to ponder her thoughts. This genie gave him his power, perhaps he could take it all away, unless–

“Y/N no!” Bucky cried, not understanding why she would even put the thought in Pierce’s head. With these powers this monster will be unstoppable.

“Slave, for my third wish, I wish to become an all-powerful genie!”

Bucky closed his eyes, not wanting to witness the terrible idea come to life. A quick wave of his hand and Pierce is lifted high into the air in a cloud of black smoke, the colors of the stones flashing like lightning. His hold on Y/N dissipated and she dropped to the ground, slamming down hard on her knees.

Pierce cackled wildly as he felt his new powers surge through him. “The universe is mine to command, to control!” He raised his hands feeling the absolute power they hold, too distracted to notice a new gauntlet that appeared on the ground.

Y/N spotted it, limping and pushing through the pain to grab the gauntlet. “Not so fast, Pierce. Aren’t you forgetting something?” He looked down at her, confused to see an onyx gauntlet in her hands. “You wanted to be a genie, you got it, and everything that goes with it!”

Metal plates began to cover Pierce’s arm like shackles and he panicked. He tried to use his powers to stop them but it was useless. The orange stone glowed brightly as a force was pulling him towards the gauntlet. Rumlow began to back away but Pierce grabbed him by the ankle, both men screaming as they were sucked into the glowing gem.

Bucky’s muzzle vanished and he ran to Y/N who held the gauntlet protectively against her, not wanting it to slip into the wrong hands. Without their leader the remaining guards let go of Prince Steve and Sam, and tried to make a run for it but an army came rushing in. Armed with spears, a group of strong women with shaved heads blocked the traitors from leaving. By their side King T’Challa of Wakanda.

The King extended his hands to Prince Steve and Sam to help them up. “I received word that you might need help.”

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something.” Steve smiled, hugging T’Challa. His army, the Dora Milaje, made quick work of restraining Pierce’s men and taking them out.

There was a feeling of relief when the room was alone again, with Prince Steve, Sam and Y/N checking to see if they were all okay. Sam felt a pain in his cheekbone, the tender skin feeling like it was on fire as he grimaced. Steve had scrapes littered across his face and a trail of freshly dried blood that ran down from his hairline. Y/N knew that shock was the only thing keeping her on her feet, that and Bucky who she leaned against.

“And what are we gonna do with that?” Sam asked, pointing at the gauntlet she clutched tightly.

Bucky held out his hand, wordlessly asking her to hand him the gauntlet and trusting he would know what to do. As one hand held the dark object the other waved above it and suddenly the gauntlet began to shrink until it was no longer visible to the naked eye. Bucky brought his palm up to his mouth and blew the invisible gauntlet away. Smaller than a grain of sand, his breath carried it to the largest desert across the world, buried deep and never to be found again.

Steve lifted the bronze gauntlet from the floor where Pierce once stood and handed it back to Bucky. He thanked Steve and stared at the man he knew would be a great King someday, turning his gaze back towards Y/N his lips pulled into a straight smile, knowing she would be a wonderful Queen.

“You have one wish left,” he said, passing the gauntlet to her. “You can be a princess again.”

Y/N took the gauntlet, chewing on her bottom lip as she stared down at the glowing gems, each one a tempting option that could make her dreams come true. She took a step closer to Steve and missed the way Bucky’s head hung low.

“Steve, I’m sorry for lying to you. You deserve love, true love, with someone... who would move mountains for you.” She put the glove on and turned back to Bucky who was ready to grant her wish. “Bucky, I wish for your freedom.”

His head picked up in shock. The gauntlet lifted off her arm and hovered in the air, and out from it came a swirling glow of white light that circled Bucky. The metal plates that once wrapped around his arm suddenly unlocked and the gauntlet fell to the ground with a clank. It was dull and unpolished and the light that once shined through the stones went out.

Bucky stared at the flesh of his arm in awe, tears filling his eyes as he cried, “I-I’m free. I’m–” He lifted his head to Y/N’s smiling face and threw his arms around her. “Thank you.” His words came out in a choked cry in her ear, enthusiastically squeezing his arms around her before she winced in pain. Apologies spilled from his lips as quickly as the tears from his eyes.

Her own eyes welled up, not wanting to let him go. Bucky was free and she knew this was the last time she was going to see him. Goodbye was going to be harder than she thought. Tears were flowing freely when they pulled apart and Y/N sniffled a few times. She smiled through them despite the ache in her heart when she said, “There’s a whole new world out there for you to see.”

Bucky lifted his left hand towards her face, sighing as he felt the overwhelming softness of her skin. His thumb delicately brushed away a tear from her cheek, his mouth stretched into a hopeful smile. “There is, and I would be honored if you were by my side to see it.”

Her mouth opened in shock and stretched to a wide smile as she nodded, feeling overwhelmed with joy. Bucky wasn’t a genie anymore but he could still make her wish come true. He closed the distance between them, molding his lips to Y/N’s with renewed passion for the life she granted him.

They pulled apart but didn’t let go over each other, with Bucky wrapping his arm around her. He could still feel his heart pounding in his chest in celebration. From the corner of his eye he saw Steve and Sam, their bodies turned away for privacy, awkward smiles stretched across their faces.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” Bucky said, getting his attention, “I suppose your search for a princess will have to continue.”

Though his body felt beaten and broken Steve was happy to feel relief in his mind. There was confidence in his smile as he answered, “No, I think I’m done looking for princesses.” He faced Sam, a silent understanding between them and he extended his hand out. Sam laced his fingers with Steve’s and a soft smile bloomed on his face, as bright as a spring flower.

It wasn’t as much of a shock to Y/N when she thought about it. There has always been something between the two of them, she just didn’t see it until now.

“Steve!”

The sound of his mother’s voice made him drop Sam’s hand in a panic, only to rush to her side to be sure she was alright. He was relieved to see that no harm had come to her. Phil and Melinda stood behind Queen Sarah, each of them giving a small nod to Sam. He returned the gesture, happy to know his gut was still reliable and that some people were still loyal to the crown.

Queen Sarah wrapped her frail arms around Steve and he was careful not to squeeze her too much. She looked up and frowned at his injuries. “Oh Stevie…”

“I’m alright mom, I promise. As long as you’re okay,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She pressed her palm to his cheek, letting it linger for a moment before she stepped forward. Sam, Y/N and Bucky bowed their heads before her. Y/N’s eyes screwed tight as she felt a shooting pain in her side from the position she was in.

“Please, there is no need for that.” There was kindness in her voice, and warmth in her smile that eased their nerves.

The Queen wanted to thank each of them for everything they have done to protect Midgard starting with Sam, the boy who grew up in the castle to become the incredible man he is today. She moved onto Y/N and Bucky, welcoming the latter as an official citizen of Midgard.

When she turned back to Steve she saw he and Sam had joined hands again and Steve took a deep breath, “Mother I–”

“I can’t believe it took you two this long.” She smiled softly at them and Steve’s defenses dropped, finally realizing his mother never wanted him to find a princess but to find love and he has.

Bucky stares at Y/N with a loving gaze in his eyes. She returns a smile but winces as she touches her bruised cheek and he can’t help but lean in to press a kiss against her temple.

“Hey Y/N,” his voice is as soft as his lips on her tender skin. She hummed softly. “I still don’t know what Indiana Jones is.”

A bubble of laughter escaped her lips and Y/N’s tightened her hand with Bucky’s. “I can’t wait to show you.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x you

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blackbat05 · 2 years ago

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The Unblinking

Bucky x Reader

A/N: Wanna thank @wint3r-h3art and @crazycookiecrumbles for giving me amazing ideas that enabled me to bring the crack to the maximum😂 If there's an award for most crack writer please nominate me.

Notes: Bold is Bucky's account. SLIMS for the win!😆 Mentions of other Avengers.

Warnings: When you read this, you feel like you're doing crack.

“Good evening Antlers! Welcome to another podcast of Scott Lang investigates mysterious sightings or SLIMS.”

Scott’s cheery voice is amplified through your AirPods as you shuffled around the kitchen making your favourite snack.

“Boy, you Antlers are in for a spooky treat today! Yes, you guessed it - a mysterious sighting at THE Avenger compound! So grab your hot chocolates on this cold night and saddle up!”

Full time superhero, part time podcaster. Maybe he should add part time psychic for the sole reason of your Ant-Man mug clasped between your hands, piping with the aforementioned hot liquid.

Today’s story was going to be interesting.

“The story comes from none other than our beloved Avenger - Mr James Barnes or the White Wolf as many would be familiar with.” Scott had switched to a more business-like tone, getting the attention of many listeners, including you.

“Today’s story, is the mystery…”

Your breath hitches in anticipation.

“…of the giant penguin.”

What? You grabbed your phone to make sure you were listening to the right podcast and not Discovery Channel. The logo of Ant-Man’s helmet was still staring at you in the face. No mistakes there.

Scott sensed the incredulity radiating off from his thousands of listeners. Like the seasoned podcaster he is, Scott doesn’t leave room for doubt.

“Oh, I know what you’re thinking Antlers. But just indulge me on this one. I’ll be reading the account from Mr Barnes himself and I’ll be taking messages after to hear what are your thoughts.”

Taking a sip, you wrapped yourself in the blanket that you had dragged from your bedroom, ready to let Scott Lang take you down the rabbit hole…

***

The mission in Czechoslovakia didn’t help my already terrible sleeping patterns.

Sam and I were called to investigate a paranormal occurrence happening at the Hluboka Castle. I mean it’s like the Avengers are short on staff - couldn’t they have sent Stephen instead?

But no! God knows where he is piecing bits and pieces of some multiverse jargon and leaves us to deal with a potential mythical creature that could eat my brains alive. I’m not counting Sam’s because he barely has a brain. Anyways -

Turns out that mysterious caretaker who called it in WAS THE MONSTER.

He turned into some ugly blob with flippers for arms that could extend to twenty feet. Don’t even get me started on what was under those nasty wings - some toxic gas that leaves you weak and woozy.

I think Sam could tell that I was on the verge of abandoning him as tentacle tale started throwing him around like some kind of doll my sisters used to play with when they were just kids. I don’t think he liked it very much.

Thank god for Wong’s timely intervention - any longer and the Avenger clean up team would have to scrape both our remains off this old dingy castle.

Scott pauses over the podcast, giving the much needed dramatic effect. You leaned forward, eager for more. But first, marshmallows.

It was three in the morning - I knew because I went to take a piss. And perhaps paste a few more analgesic patches that my friend Yori recommended.

As I was walking back to my bedroom, I could hear the toilet flush by itself - and before you say anything, we don’t have automatic toilets after Ms Marvel’s and Par- I mean Spiderman’s April fool’s joke.

You snort, popping open the bag of marshmallows. Of course the two youngest Avengers would come up with something utterly out of this world that would even make Loki proud.

The whole place was dark so I thought maybe someone else used it right after me.

Then the cabinets in the toilet made a creaky noise and there was this loud slamming noise which couldn’t have been the wind. All the windows are usually shut at night.

Screw that mythical creature. Pretty sure I got doused by the toxin and didn’t even know it. I’m pretty sure it was just good old hallucinations.

I see a shadow down the hallway and it wasn’t a human shadow. It was way bigger than Thor himself and it had sticks for legs?

“Who’s there!”

You flinched, accidentally flicking the marshmallow into the mug.

That was a pretty dumb question and the only response I got was the sound of flapping. I could tell that it was coming closer as it got louder and louder. If only I wasn’t in my boxers.

The shadow starts to become more apparent and a penguin the size of my cabinet is staring straight at me down the dark hallway. A broken light flickers, and I see its unblinking eyes.

That furry beast tilts its large head slightly as if waiting for me to make my move and before I can actually do that, IT STARTS RUNNING TOWARDS ME.

I can’t remember what else I said and even if I did, Scott would have to censor it out. You're welcome, Scott.

I run down the many rooms, banging on any door I could find to at least prove to someone that I’m not crazy.

“Mr Barnes?”

Katy rubs her eyes as she exits her room, looking absolutely confused at the ruckus. “What’s going on?”

“DID YOU SEE THE CREATURE!” I grab her shoulders, forcing her to see the creature that was chasing me down the rooms.

Only to find an empty hallway.

“See what creature?” Katy is now looking at me like I’m some sort of madman. “I hate to break it to you dude, but I think you should see Bruce to get your head examined. If there’s nothing, I gotta hit the sack man - Shangqi and me have a mission tomorrow.” She closes the door in my face.

The flapping sound continues right after and I’m positive I’ve gone mad.

You know the movie <Us> ? I didn’t know until Sam made me watch it. Like that tethered family standing in the driveway, the penguin is just there. STANDING JUST RIGHT THERE.

No way I’m going to be that person who gets killed first in a horror movie just because I’m too dumb not to move.

So I run towards a spare room, locking all the doors including the sliding doors at the balcony . That beast isn’t going to get me.

The next morning, I get Bruce to check the surveillance and guess what?

There was NO PENGUIN. Stark made sure to equip the building with the most advanced cameras that could detect even the slightest movement. And there was no trace of it. AT ALL.

I didn’t see it after that day and Bruce said that there were no traces of toxin in my mind. But sometimes I can still feel someone staring at me…

***

“Well! There you have it folks!” Scott’s voice bought you back to your living room.

“What do you think about this… paranormal appearance that Mr Barnes described? Send in your thoughts to three thousand and I’ll read it right after the break!”

The door opens, revealing your slightly distressed boyfriend.

“Hey, how’s your- are you listening to Scott’s podcast?” He asks the obvious. You shrug, popping a few more marshmallows into your mouth.

“Gotta admit, man’s talented at story-telling. And so are you.”

“God not this again,” Bucky groans. “I can promise you that thing was very real and in the flesh!”

Perhaps Katy was right. The stress was getting to him.

Bucky being Bucky read your mind, his brows knitted into disapproval. “You don’t believe me do you.”

You had to stifle your giggles. “Of course I do Buck. It’s just that it’s been two weeks. Bruce said that even if the toxin had gotten to you, it would have been out of your super-soldier system by now. And that penguin is nowhere to be seen.” You approached the situation rationally to ease his nerves that were starting to bubble again.

"Now, remember those calming techniques you practiced at Ta Lo? Do you want to do that right now?"

Bucky nods, grateful for the idea. Once he was visibly settled, he decides to head for the showers, figuring that the warm water would help him calm down. You tell him that you would join him in the bedroom shortly.

Towel wrapped around his waist, Bucky steps out of the steaming bathroom, prepared to call it a night.

Dressed in his sleepwear, he walks towards the windows, hoping that the night itself would dispel his fears.

And he sees it.

Across the apartment building that you and Bucky shared, he sees that blasted penguin standing on the rooftop, staring at him yet again.

Bucky doesn't need to be told twice. He draws the curtain quickly while yelling your name.

"Babe, I'm telling you. This time it is real! Here see for yourself!" He draws the curtains open like you were a viewing a concert on Broadway.

Instead of that fearsome penguin, you were greeted by a billboard raising awareness of climate change, an image of a cute penguin with its mother swimming in the Arctic.

"You know what Buck? How about we sleep in the spare room today?" You suggested, not wanting to butt heads over the amazing disappearing act by the creature.

Bucky can only nod numbly, as he exits the room as quickly as he can with a knife in hand that he had plucked out from behind the bed.

***

Epilogue

"Did you get it?" The penguin suit starts to deflate, and Captain America himself steps out, grinning widely at the sheer thought of months of blackmail content. He's going to make sure that tin can remembers his mistake of abandoning him to a thousand-year-old demon.

"I think so." Shangqi squints, checking the camera. "Why am I even here? If James finds out he'll kill me and throw me to the coyotes!"

"Because if you don't I'll tell Katy that you purposely bailed on that mission involving Condiment King in Gotham City." Sam reminds him, nose crinkling in disgust. "Plus I can still smell mustard on my wings!"

"Not my fault that I had nausea from interdimensional traveling!"

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes crack fic #full of crack #mcu #marvel #so much crack #marvel cinematic universe

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lovelybarnes · 3 years ago

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the matter of saving- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: a lot of angst, sad, main character death about: request (DA8) “you can’t save everyone.” + (DA9) “you can’t save me.” a/n: anon… i am so very sad now. it took me a couple days to write it because i got sad and wrote fluff instead lmao anyways i’m sorry :( i have a collection of fluff in my masterlist so fluffy you will forget this fic if you need it

bucky’s jaw has been clenched for hours, sitting still on the bed since he got back from the mission, stare unmoving from its point on the floor. he hasn’t reacted to the gentle touch of your hand on his arm, but you suppose that’s better to the alternative that is certainly possible— an uncomfortable tensing underneath your fingers, or even harsher, flinching away from your touch with a dirty look. you’re sure he’s giving you the best possible option because it’s you, so you silently appreciate him and squeeze his arm.

“bucky…”

“please don’t try to make me feel better,” he cuts you off, voice quiet and strained, i don’t deserve it embedded in his tone.

“if i told you that, would you listen to me?” you ask softly, watching his eyes finally meet yours in a quiet form of defeat. “i’m not either,” you inform, running your hand down his arm to reach his own warm fingers. you tangle your fingers with them, squeezing. “it’s not your fault,” you murmur, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“how?” he asks harshly, voice breaking, “how can you say it isn’t when they asked me for help— when they—” his words die on his tongue, eye clenching shut as tears run down his cheeks, leaving his face wet with guilt. “they were staring right at me when they died. i wasn’t fast enough, y/n. how is that not my fault?”

you sigh softly, pulling his chin to get him to look at you. teary eyes meet yours, and you wipe away some tears with your thumbs “i know you wish you could, but you can’t save everyone.”

he breaks, tears overflowing like water from a cracked open dam. you cradle his face in the crook of your neck, eyes closed as you feel his tears soaking the fabric of your shirt. some of your own streak down your cheeks at the sound of his sobs and the feeling of his body convulsing against your chest, landing in the soft tufts of his hair.

“i know,” you whisper, hugging him as close as you can, “i know, sweetheart.”

you mumble apologies into his hair, his arms wound tight around you until his sobs tire him out enough to force him to fall asleep in your arms with tear-streaked cheeks.

“it’ll be fine, bucky. it always is,” you tell him, straightening the lapels of his suit as he eyes you worriedly.

“i jus’ have a bad feeling about this one.”

“it’s aliens,” you point out, “that tends to happen.”

“y/n.”

“it’ll be fine,” you repeat, pressing a kiss to his nose. “it’s all of us against some stupid aliens. we’ve handled this before, and we’ll handle it again.”

steve calls both of your names through the comms, letting you know that taking your sweet time isn’t an option this time. you exhale shakily, evidence that you’re not as sure of your words as you may seem. “it’ll be fine,” you smile, more to yourself than anything else before you strap your gun into your thigh holster.

your words prove right out on the battlefield, the beings from some unknown place dropping faster than you expected. the fight seems so easy, but you can’t help the eyes that drift over to bucky through the fighting, especially when suddenly, every place you turn to seems to have doubled in aliens.

the worry that envelops you is suffocative, fueled by the knowledge about this specific type of alien, whose tentacles are sharpened like knives, capable of killing a human within seconds of a single stabbing thanks to the combination of the poison embedded within its appendages and the deadly edge.

he can handle himself. you know that, but it’s instinct ever since you got together— ever since you met him in the first place.

his eyes meet yours and you send him a reassuring smile, even though you secretly wish that you both were part of the people you’re saving— those who have no worries about fighting, who are clinging to their loved ones’ arms, eyes wide in terror, but safe in the facilities shield has for them. not in the middle of the battlefield, shielding innocents from harm with their own bodies, bullets and sharp tentacles inching closer and closer to them.

you turn sharply when you feel a presence behind you, plunging your blade into the elastic blue of the alien coming up behind you. you wiggle it, turning around with a roundhouse kick when you feel something else inching up to you. you twist, tightening your legs around the alien, and using your weight to launch yourself and it forward until you land with it lying at your feet. you grasp the handle of your dagger, stabbing it into the alien’s head then finishing off the other one.

smirking, you twirl the knife between your fingers as you turn, catching the blue of bucky’s stare while he kills various aliens with a few bullets.

we’re gonna be okay, you think, looking down at the hands that represent your abilities. the aliens seem to have lessened, but the moment you hear a horrible squelching noise you know all too well, you look up, taking into a run after bucky when you see confusion staining his face, searching your features as they fall once they notice shiny red coating his suit. there’s an alien standing behind him that you immediately point your gun at, shooting too many bullets than necessary for it to fall.

no, you hear repeatedly, realizing it’s your voice once you drop to your knees to gather bucky on your thighs, pressing down on his wound as hard as you can “s-steve—” you whimper, a shaky hand reaching up to your ear for the comm. “bucky— bucky’s down, i need help.” you’ve never wished harder for powers— any powers at all so you could keep bucky’s eyes open in any way possible.

all you can hear is crackled curse words, panicked promises that he’ll be there soon the only thing you can hold onto other than bucky’s clammy hand.

“bucky,” you cry, trembling fingers wiping away sweaty hair from his forehead. “you’re not supposed to be— please stay awake, please…”

“f’ckin... stupid aliens…” bucky wheezes, and you sniffle through a sad laugh, understanding that he’s realized why he’s being affected so quickly even with the serum— the alien’s fatality is too great. the amount of time he’s been able to keep his eyes open is already surpassing the normal, and the fact he’s able to talk is something surprising. it doesn’t fail to make you want more. more words from him, more time, more of the rising and falling of his chest— even if it’s slowing.

there’s so much warmth underneath your hands, and you don’t want to even look down, knowing your lower half will be covered in bucky’s blood. you can tell blinking is becoming a chore for him, taking longer to open his eyes again, and you don’t know if either three hours or three minutes have passed, but you know bucky’s fading; it’s already close to the point where he won’t open his eyes at all.. “stop. stop,” you sob, ripping your hand away from his to place it over his wound and pressing harder. “what do i do? i don’t know how to—”

“stop,” bucky says, a hand weakly settling on top of yours, you can see red at the edges of his lips, “y’can’t save me, y/n.” you shake your head, refusing to accept his words, “y’know… what’s happ’ning. these aliens—” he pauses to take in a shaky breath, “y’don’t come back from…” he trails off, coughing blood.

“i have to,” you bawl, pressing even harder. “you have to come back from this—i can’t let you, go, bucky, you know i can’t.”

“y‘have to, doll. ‘m sorry,” he slurs.

you choke on tears, letting yourself look at the resigned look on bucky’s face that makes the tears fall faster. “please don’t leave me,” you whimper, lacing your red fingers through his and squeezing as hard as you can, “i love you so much, please don’t leave me.”

“i love ya, y/n.” he tells you, “you know i don’t wanna— i don’t wanna leave you.”

your sobs only get louder, clinging onto the quieting voice that repeats how much he loves you. “please just hold on, just a little, just a little bit more. steve’s on his way, okay?” you beg, tapping on bucky’s chest when he doesn’t respond, “okay?” you ask. “bucky?”

steve arrives then, a heavy curse dropping from his lips with the shield that clatters to the floor, but you can’t even hear it. “fuck, bucky...:”

“bucky!” you plead, cradling his head close to your chest, clenching your eyes shut. “please, baby.”

the only thing you’re left with is blood-stained fingers and an empty heart.

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sassysambucky · 2 years ago

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Updated for 2024, cause lord knows it was time.

🍻 Once again, I am Sassy and you're watching the SamBucky channel *draws with wand*. Blog is 18/21+ due to nature of mature writing and the fact that we filthy round these streets, son! All fics are in fact Sam/Bucky.

Fic updates tag: #sassyao3 (but I won't lie, I am behind on updates).

Note: I do have a few fics on Ao3 'hidden' because I am re-editing them. They'll be back but were in need of a face lift. Also, this masterlist isn’t updated for 2024 lmao sorry I got bussyyyy 👇🏿

All links go to tumblr or ao3!

#ongoing (1) ⋆˚

That's Not My Alpha! 🔞 rated E | SamBucky | 12k+ | Post-Civil War | +post+ / +AO3+

Sam is an omega who never dates alpha guys. When he and Bucky are in Wakanda, his feelings quickly change.

Some tags: omegaverse, modern dynamics, fluff, angst, internalized omegaphobia, struggle flirting

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#completed (9)

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Sam is a ship captain for the Dearest. One day, he is walking along the cove by himself when he comes across a seaman. Things get wetter than he expects as they get closer.

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Bucky is in love with Sam, according to himself, and he's in need of new hobbies, according to his therapist. Clearly, the solution is watching Sam's cat from hell.

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I'll Keep What I Wish For 🔞 rated E | SamBucky | 100k+ | Post-FATWS | +post+ / +AO3+

Sam and Bucky’s date night is interrupted when Gideon appears… and he isn’t happy to see that Sam, his brother, is gay and with Bucky, an ex-Winter Soldier.

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Sam is stuck working even into his holiday getaway with Bucky. How ever will Bucky cheer him up?

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Sam happens upon a tentacle monster on a mission with Bucky. Things escalate when the monster enters his mind, revealing his true feelings.

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Sam and Bucky are "snowed in" to a cabin. They have no choice but to share the same bed... absolutely no choice.

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pumpkin, won't you be mine? 🔞 rated M/E | Sam x Bucky | 20k | Roomates AU | +post+ / +AO3+ 🎃halloween!

Bucky supports Sam's decision to have hookups with strangers, but it comes at the price of pushing the person he loves most into the arms of undeserving fellas. Halloween might be his breaking point.

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Bucky avoids Sam's texts until Sam flies in to NY, refusing to be ignored.

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Working at a coffee shop, Sam meets the winter soldier, so he serves him a blueberry latte to match his eyes.

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Bucky knows that he has feelings for Sam, but not that Sam feels the same way.

Some tags: Bucky being feral to everyone, dancing, fighting, fixing the damn boat, attempting therapy

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Rescuing Bucky on the run goes wrong when he becomes the Winter Soldier. As he recovers, Sam watches him take on a Brooklyn persona that’s very kissable.

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🚧 Oh, It's Magick (double trouble) 🔞 rated E | Sam x Bucky | 45k+ | 11+ chapters | Post-FATWS AU | +AO3+ | 🚧

Bucky is magically split into two bodies, himself and Winter, when a mission goes south. Sam finds that both halves are still attracted to him, but despise each other.

Some tags: magic, curses, vampires, Lilith Drake, Sam Wilson can talk to birds, Timeline What Timeline

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After months of tracking him through Europe and being roommates, Sam walks in on Bucky talking to his… well, talking his dick.

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#drabbles (2) ⋆˚

That Time Bucky Initiated a Hug | T | sambucky | 450w | +post+

One More Time | T | rare stucky | 500w | +post+

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Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022 - (half-finished) lol

Sambucky Halloween Bingo 2022 🎃 (#posts)

SamBucky AU Week 2022 (#sbauweek2022)

WinterFalcon Bingo 22-23 (Masterpost)

SamBucky V-Day Bingo 23 (#sbvdaybingo23)

SamBucky Halloween Bingo 2023 (#posts)

#sambucky masterlist #completed #ongoing #write later list #drabbles #my art #bingo #events

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mountswhore · 3 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨 — mason mount

summary: mason was a regular customer of yours, and he only requested you out of the several other artists in your shop. and you never knew why, until today.

notes: requests are CLOSED. i did a bucky fic like this and thought it was fitting considering the new tattoo, also the tattoos mason has in this aren't accurate to the ones he has irl.

warnings: swearing, mentions of a tattoo gun.

Your shop had been open for three and a half years now, and you'd never met a customer like Mason Mount. He'd become a regular, and has been coming in for tattoos for the past two years. But every time, every tattoo, he'd only request for you.

You had three other artists working for you, all very talented, and yet Mason requested the 'pretty manager'. He'd recommended some friends come here for their tattoos, always turning up to the shop and saying, "Mason sent me."

It was sweet. He had a creative brain and always allowed you to use your own style to make his ideas come to life. And you nailed it every time, he'd be stood at the mirror in awe of your skills. And offering to pay you more than the usual amount, but you'd always refuse.

You had a pretty quiet evening, checking through your emails one evening to see you had a booking tomorrow. Opening up the email from your colleague, you could see the familiar name and request on your screen. Mason Mount wanted yet another tattoo.

"At this rate, I'm gonna have no more skin to work with." You joked, pulling on some gloves after prepping your work station and chair. He laughed, sitting on the chair with his legs dangling over the side as he scrolled through his phone.

"It's a medium sized one today," he showed you a picture of a kraken, "this, on the inside of my arm?" You nodded along to what he was saying, and he sounded so unsure that he was posing his wants as questions. And you could tell that he was nervous, his leg was bouncing as you began to sketch it.

"So, you actually have some time to relax whilst I draw this up for you. If you want to lay back and scroll on your phone, go for it." You instructed, continuing to sketch the kraken he wanted. And he did exactly as he was told, he was scrolling away whilst you drew his idea up. Whilst asking you questions every now and then.

As you printed the sketch onto his skin and got your tattoo machine prepared, you could feel his arms tensing. He was clearly nervous, all he'd gotten before was a stray of mini tattoos that took no more than 20 minutes to complete.

"Mase," you whispered to him, staring up at him and for a moment he relaxed, upon hearing the nickname and staring into your eyes, "it will hurt a lot more if you flex. So just relax." You giggled, one hand holding his arm above the tattoo and the other beginning to dig the ink into his skin. After a few minutes of getting used to the smell of the ink, the sound of the machine, and the feeling of the needles digging into him, he rested his head on the chair and stared at you.

Your body was covered in tattoos, none conjoined at all. More like a body of flash art, and he wondered if they had any meaning at all. It would surely take his mind away from the tattoo if he asked about yours.

"Does the dragon around your arm mean anything?" He wondered curiously, and you let out a small breath of amusement before looking at it. It did mean something, all your tattoos did.

You shifted in your seat, pulling Mason's arm closer to you to start inking the tentacle that trailed up his shoulder, "my mum used to tell me and my sister a story about a dragon all the time growing up, and when I moved all the way down here to open my shop, I stopped seeing them. And getting a dragon meant I could keep both my sister and mum with me at the same time."

Mason's heart was hammering in his chest now, learning more about you and your life beyond this shop was endearing to him, it gave him more to like about you. "That's really nice of you."

Just over an hour later, and you were done with the tattoo. Wiping the last remnants of ink away from his skin, you sat back and looked at it. It looked really nice, especially on him. "All done. Have a look."

Mason got up and made his way to the usual mirror, biting his lip as he admired your work. And for a brief moment, he met your eyes in the mirror. Your talent was forever wowing him, and he hated how much you refused his overpayments. You deserved a lot more than you were charging for these tattoos.

"You've done it again, Y/N. Seriously, this looks sick." Mason commented, lifting his arm up to give it a better look. You blushed, pulling your gloves off after cleaning up your station, following Mason out to the front.

"You deserve more than this," Mason sighed, handing you the money you requested, but he knew you'd put up a fight, "please can you just take like £30 more?" You shook your head, giving him the usual business card and tattoo care leaflet.

"See you, Mount."

You hadn't actually seen him.

In months.

You knew he was busy, he was a footballer, after all. But your appointment list was looking very bland without Mason. And he craved the feeling of the tattoo machine on his skin again, but your touch even more. He had spent hours trying to think of his next tattoo, researching between games, asking his friends, he was out of ideas. Until he had the brilliant idea after Chelsea's victory in the Champions League.

"It's stupid, isn't it?" Mason asked you, sitting opposite you once again as you began to sketch it.

"Absolutely not, it's one of the biggest achievements of your life." You replied, Mason getting comfortable on the chair as usual, "and we're matching."

He felt stupid for not realising sooner. You would be matching. You'd both have dragon tattoos, meaningful dragon tattoos. And he couldn't wait. This was a big tattoo, and as much as he wanted to look at you as you did it, he couldn't. But he'd settle for the feeling of your hands on his chest, only he wished it wasn't in this context. He wanted, needed, your hands on him outside of your work. Mason told you all about the win, why he wanted the tattoo, and it had opened something in your mind. You knew Mason beyond him being a customer, you knew things only his friends would know, you saw him a totally different light now.

When the tattoo was over, you wrapped it and gave him the usual leaflet and card, before making the payment. Once again, he tried overpaying, but you refused. You didn't need more money than what you were charging, you were comfortable with what you were earning and were living rather comfortably.

"If you're not going to take the full £160, then allow me to take you out." Mason stated, folding his arms over the hoodie he'd just slipped on. And you were stunned. Sexy, regular customer who made work an absolute dream saw something potentially romantic with you? Yes please.

"Alright," you smiled an innocent smile, one that would surely make Mason's knees buckle, "it's a date."

#not doing a part 2 #mason mount x reader #mason mount smut #mason mount imagine #mount #mason mount blurb #mason mount #mase #money mase #mm19 #mason mount request #mason mount one shot #mason mount fic #mason mount fanfic

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stevetonyweekly · 2 years ago

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SteveTony Weekly - July 31

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I read this week. Be sure to leave your author a comment or kudos if you enjoy a story!

***Marks my recent favorites

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Happy Lights by ladyshadowdrake

An interdimensional portal opens over New York and drops a tentacled alien in the middle of Central Park. The Avengers are called out to investigate, and hopefully return the visitor home. Steve has been brushing up on his diplomacy, but he never expected to be a liaison to an alien in such an intimate capacity, or that the alien would be so friendly, and the unusual visit turns into the world's best team-building exercise.

Strange Turns by ladyshadowdrake

“You know how this works,” Tony interrupted, “Bucky is Steve colony. Colony keeps Steve warm. Colony keeps Bucky warm. He’s one of yours, so he’s one of ours. End of story."

Sequel to "Happy Lights"

Falling From Oaks by ladyshadowdrake

They may have brought him home, but he's still more Winter Soldier than Bucky, and he doesn't understand what his new master and handlers want from him.

Bucky's long transition from Winter Soldier to a human again, with a little help from the colony.

Happy (Christmas) Lights by ladyshadowdrake

The colony pays a visit to earth just in time for Christmas.

I'll turn hours into gardens by nanasekei

Every week, a plant arrives.

forged on low heat by ArabellaAM

When they tell him his hand’s been promised without him knowing about it, Tony swears he can feel his blood boiling under his skin.

Or, Warlord Steve appears in the Stark's Clan territory one morning and Howard offers his son to him.

For This, I am Thankful by Corsets_and_Cardigans

“Dad, are you going to spend Thanksgiving with Mr. Steve?” Peter tugged on the bottom edge of Tony’s peacoat. It was too adorable for words. Steve had a feeling those big brown eyes had everyone wrapped around his little finger.

“Well, Peety, I-”

“Dodger will be there. And Mr. Steve and Mr. Bucky and you told Momma that you wouldn’t be alone on Thanksgiving.”

Steve tried his best to hide his snickering behind his fist.

Tony heaved a sigh, “Well, if Dodger is there, I guess I’ll go."

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Newly divorced Dad Tony spends Thanksgiving with his attractive new neighbor.

Teddy Bear Status by tazziebubbles

“So are we gonna talk about this?”

There was a pause. Then-

“Talk about what?”

His gaze flicked to Steve, who was currently pressed up against him in every way imaginable, arms around his waist, head tucked into the crook of his neck, legs tangled with his own. He could even feel the occasional flutter of his eyelashes.

Tony snorted. “Oh yeah, what could there possibly be to talk about?”

In which Tony almost dies (yet again) and a certain supersoldier becomes awfully touchy. Not that he minds.

Quiet Worship by sidium

He should let him sleep, really, he knows this. He should go back to sleep, or carefully get up, maybe make a cup of coffee, or a million other things that would allow Steve to stay in the position he’s in, peaceful and dreaming.

Kindergarten Romance by JehBeeEh

Parenting is hard.

Being forced into e-learning with kindergarten aged kids is its own form of hell.

Steve and Tony meet during one such event.

Don't Leave Me This Way by FestiveFerret

Tony can see a way out, but he has to go alone.

Death By A Thousand Cuts by DispiritedSpitfire

Twitter Prompt: "Imagine if Steve hugged Tony in Siberia instead of fighting back."

This Wasn't What the Brochure Promised by kahn for Settiai

Tony, Steve, Clint and Bruce spend quality time together in a cave. Tony does not build another arc reactor (even if he sort of needs one). Steve is all Protective Leader. Clint is terrifyingly good with a knife. Bruce bleeds and snarks. There is banter and embarassing amounts of schmoop and the boys get very touchy-feely.

Written for the cap_ironman holiday fic exchange (I'm late posting it here).

Safeword by melannen

Tony Stark doesn't need to be safe, sane, and consensual. He has JARVIS instead. (Then he gets Steve.)

Wild Pitch by FestiveFerret, the_crown_jules

Rookie pitcher Tony Stark says he’s the most exciting thing to happen to the New York Shields in years. It’s hard for veteran catcher Steve Rogers to feel that way about Tony’s volatile pitching and frequent game ejections—especially when the Shields coaches have tasked Steve with reining the rookie in.

Getting excited about Tony himself, though? That is, unfortunately, all too easy.

You’re Walking a Little Funny by jellybeanforest

Steve notices that the Avengers’ benefactor, billionaire Tony Stark, gets injured surprisingly often for a civilian. New bruises and abrasions mottle what little skin is exposed and the stiff way he holds himself speaks to additional hidden injuries. Steve doesn’t want to pry, but perhaps the personal relationship between Stark and his ex-girlfriend-slash-new-CEO, Pepper Potts, is less cordial than he had initially supposed.

Nat claims it's not what he thinks, Iron Man is offended he even asked, and Clint?

Well...

"Knowing Mr. Stark’s reputation, it’s probably a sex thing."

Remix of “Noticed Hurts” by Lets_call_me_Lily for the 2021 Cap-IronMan Remix Exchange.

The Sweetest of Dreams by iam93percentstardust

After coming back to the Compound, Steve takes a moment to breathe and return to his old room. Tony takes a moment to flirt and ask Steve out on their first official date.

A Night Out by Neverever

Tony and Steve's date goes wrong and then Tony finds out that Steve wants something unexpected out of their relationship.

Happily Ever After by JehBeeEh

“You and Steve found each other kinda like in the story, and you’re going to live happily ever after!”

“You think so, huh?” Tony replied, amused at how Morgan's little mind worked.

“I know so. Steve told me,” she replied in her adorably childish, matter-of-fact way.

Rollin' and Tumblin' by Muccamukk

The giant squid spewing sex pollen wasn't the strangest part of anyone's week. Captain America's behaviour after the fact, however, was making Tony wonder how deeply they were all affected, and what exactly was going on.

#stevetony weekly #stevetony fic #stevetony fic recs #fic rec #stevetony #superhusband #iron man #captain america #stony #steve rogers #tony stark

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leisurelypanda · 2 years ago

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Rolling In The Deep

Bucky Barnes is on a vacation with Tony Stark on a private island. Something about this island always makes him feel at peace, like he belongs there. This time, there's more in store for him. A beautiful, blond Alpha hunk who is much more than he appears, and a past that the world has long forgotten. None of which, Bucky expects, and he certainly doesn't expect it to turn his life upside down in the best possible way.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41629350

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 6.7k

Tags: gods, tentacles, tentacle sex, a/b/o, magic, reincarnation, soulmates

@minxchester @howdoyousleep3 @cronchevans @cinderellasfella

Bucky was on vacation on a tropical beach on a private island. Being friends with the Tony Stark was often trying, but it did come with some nice perks. Regular vacations to private islands was one of them. He loves coming to these islands; the steady sound of the surf was so different from the constant bustle of the city. Some people were afraid of the sea, but Bucky wasn’t. He found it captivating, and he always said yes when Tony invited him to an island. Which was several times a year.

Bucky got out his sketchbook and began to sketch the horizon. Watching the sun rise over the ocean was a mesmerizing sight. It was as though there was nothing else in the world but the island and the ocean surrounding him. Bucky was a tall, muscular man. That wasn’t always a good thing for omegas, but here on the island, he felt truly small, and somehow that brought him a measure of peace.

He would save the drawing for later. Drawing wasn’t actually his preferred art form; that was writing. However, he found that drawing something beautiful often helped him to work through writer’s block, which was the reason why he had accepted this particular invitation. His current novel had decided to take a vacation from being written, so Bucky came here to wait until it was ready to work again.

He shielded the parchment from the wind and the spray of the ocean as he drew. The sun had a beautiful golden color this morning. Bucky wasn’t superstitious, but he always remembered the saying about red suns in the morning. Especially when he was on islands. He’d never seen it happen, but he always wondered what would happen if he did see one. Logically, it would probably portend a storm of some sort.

He heard a splash and looked up. He thought he saw someone sitting on the rocky shoals. He looked more closely. Tony wasn’t the sort to be up early in the morning. Besides, he had drunk enough alcohol last night that he would probably wake up around noon complaining about his life choices again. Bucky tucked his parchment and pencils under his arm and walked down to get a closer look.

As he grew closer, he saw a man with golden tanned skin and a beautiful shock of blond hair on a body built like a barn. He was sitting on the edge of the rocky shoal. He also started to hear gentle singing. It was an alluring baritone voice, but that was all he could tell. Bucky couldn’t understand the words, no matter how hard he strained to do so.

As soon as the tune hit his ears, he froze. It was as though long, ethereal fingers reached up from the sea to bind him to that spot. And yet, his mind followed the music. It showed him beautiful depths unknown by human eyes, exotic trenches and sunken ships, schools of fish and pods of whales. More than anything, he saw beauty.

The visions he saw touched a chord deep in Bucky’s soul. It was as though some unknown piece in him finally clicked together. His mind was adrift on the wind as it blew over the island, following the rise and fall of the notes in the song. He could swear that he saw the island from the view of the ocean itself, far away offshore like an oasis of land amidst the sea. It was beautiful, and yet, something told Bucky that these weren’t his eyes. This vision was wholly different, and yet, it also belonged to him in some way he couldn’t explain.

Abruptly, the singing stopped. Bucky’s awareness snapped back into him. It was so hard and sudden he stumbled. He fell back onto the sand and grunted with pain. He groaned and opened his eyes to look at the sky. His vision was still spinning. Before he could wonder what the hell had happened, there was a man in his field of vision. A very handsome, beautiful, tall, very naked man. It took three whole seconds for Bucky to realize that this was the man he had seen from behind, the one who had been singing.

From this angle, Bucky could see the man had a magnificent, sexy beard. Of course it was sexy. The man was basically the definition of the word. Mr. Sexy-Naked-Man knelt down and Bucky was suddenly extremely aware of how close this man’s large, flaccid cock was to Bucky’s face. From the look of it, it was definitely an alpha’s cock, which made Bucky’s stomach flip with excitement. Considering the fact that he had just fallen, it was extremely difficult to keep his mind out of the gutter. His dazed mind immediately thought about what it would look like in… other situations.

Mr.-Sexy-Naked-Man looked worried, which was downright stupid. He could be laying down next to Bucky and being more Sexy and more Naked. Was that a thing? Whatever, Bucky would find a way to make that a thing. He didn’t let stupid shit like logic get in his way, especially when it came to Sexy Naked Men.

What happened next was both unexpected and right up Bucky’s alley. The man leaned down and kissed him. Deeply. His tongue was positively wicked and it tasted like the sea. It thrust deep into Bucky’s mouth and slid along his own, coaxing Bucky to respond. Bucky did so happily. He moaned with delight as he kissed the man back. He could feel his ass slicken at the feeling. Fuck, could he kiss! It was like he was trying to coax Bucky’s soul into leaving his body. The man pressed a hand against Bucky’s cheek as he pulled back.

“Why’d you stop?” Bucky asked. His voice came out as a croak.

“Are you okay?” the man asked. Bucky blinked and then he smiled at the gorgeous Alpha.

“I feel fantastic now,” Bucky said. “Weird dizzy spell hit me. Must be thirsty.”

Most days, Bucky would remember to take something with him to drink when he was going out to explore the island in the tropical sun. Drinking water was one of the most basic things to do, except on days when he didn’t bother to think before leaving the house. He moved to get up. Or he tried to, anyway.

The sexy Alpha made him lay back down before he ran off. It was in a direction that allowed Steve to catch a glimpse of his beautiful ass. There was absolutely no tan line. Not even a hint of one. How much time did the man spend naked to get like that? Maybe he was a nudist… a nudist who lived on a private island only Tony had access to in the middle of an ocean… miles and miles and miles away from the nearest port city. Sure. That made total sense.

Sexy Naked Man returned a few minutes later with… a coconut. Bucky knew that coconut trees grew on the island, but with no ladders or anything, he had no way of getting one. How Sexy Nake Man got one, Steve had no idea. He brought it over to Steve and offered it to him.

“Thanks, but I have no idea how to open this,” he said.

The man turned and bashed the coconut on a pointed rock like it was the most natural thing in the world. He turned and offered the cleaved halves of the coconut to Bucky again. Bucky smiled and took them. He took a sip and found that the water inside was slightly sweet and slightly salty. It was delicious and he moaned. He also scraped off the white part of the coconut and tasted that, too. It was equally delicious and light.

“Thank you,” he said. “What’s your name?”

“Steve,” the man said. That wasn’t what Bucky expected. “What is yours?”

“Bucky Barnes,” he said. “Where did you come from?”

“I come here all the time,” Steve said. He stretched out next to Bucky on the sandy dune. “It’s a good place to get away from stress.”

“How do you get here?” Bucky asked. “Tony Stark owns this island. I thought everyone who came here needed his permission or something.”

“Who?” Steve asked.

“You don’t know who Tony Stark is?” Bucky asked. “Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist Tony Stark? Owner of Stark Industries?”

Steve looked at him blankly. Bucky was almost blown down all over again. Maybe it was his proximity to Tony, but he figured everyone had at least heard of him, whether they liked him or not. Still, he supposed that there were all sorts of people in the world.

“He owns the island,” Bucky said. Steve huffed a laugh at that.

“If so, he’s never here,” Steve said.

“He’s here now,” Bucky said. “He’s sleeping up at the house.”

“Well he’s not here the other months of the year,” Steve said. “Not much to keep people from coming here other times.”

Bucky had to admit that Steve had a point. There wasn’t much to keep people from coming here, aside from the miles and miles of ocean on all sides. If someone had a decent boat, they could do it.

“So did you bring a boat here?” Bucky asked. “I mean, you couldn’t just swim here, that would be ridiculous.”

“You’d be surprised,” Steve said. “People can do all sorts of things.”

“What are you, a marathon swimmer?” Bucky asked.

“Something like that,” Steve said with a smug smile. “Are you done with the coconut?”

“I’m good,” Bucky said. He’d consumed the water from both halves and most of the flesh from each. He felt both full and less dizzy. “Thanks for getting this for me.”

“It was the least I could do,” Steve said.

He leaned over and kissed Bucky again. Bucky closed his eyes and lost himself in Bucky’s soft lips. Steve slowly rolled over onto Bucky, who totally let him. He was about to score on a tropical vacation, miles away from civilization. If that wasn’t good luck, he didn’t know what was.

Sleep.

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Bucky didn’t hear the word so much as he felt it. It flowed through his mind like water running down a stream, carving canyons into the earth of Bucky’s mind. His mind drifted off into blissful sleep.

Bucky dreamed of a beautiful underwater kingdom. It was like a live action version of The Little Mermaid, except there were all sorts of merfolk with all sorts of different parts of fish attached to them. There were fish, of course, but some were part shark, others part dolphin. Still others were part sea turtle, part manta ray, and part octopus. There had even been one that was concerningly part lobster.

When he woke, the sun was high in the sky. He groaned as he looked down at his arms. Sure enough, they were burnt to a bright red already. He sighed as he got up. He was pleased to find that he had somehow fallen on top of his sketchbook and pencils. Everything was intact and unharmed.

He couldn’t help but stare out at the ocean. The sun sparkled on the waves, probably reaching untold depths that he had never seen because, despite the fact that Bucky loved coming to the beach, he couldn’t swim. Still, he loved to imagine what it would be like to go diving into the water and seeing what it was like to see things the way ocean creatures did.

Had it all been a dream? Bucky had no idea. There was no sign of Steve, or of the coconut that he’d given to Bucky when Bucky had fallen. It seemed like it had to be one… and somehow the thought made Bucky feel sad. Not the vague sense of sadness that he felt when he watched a movie with sad characters, nor the sharp sadness of watching a dog die in a movie. Thank God for the website that warned about such things.

It was the sadness of deep, profound loss. It sat heavy on Bucky’s mind and soul, the thought of his encounter with Steve being only the result of a fleeting dream within a dream. It would be something he could never recapture, if that was the case. Dreams were impossible to replicate, even when they were the good kind. If Steve had been born of Bucky’s imagination, then it would eventually fade from his memory.

Bucky walked down to the surf, as though doing so would somehow remedy the situation. The rocky shoals slowly gave way to sand as he walked until his feet were submerged in the waves. Despite not being able to swim, Bucky always thought of this feeling when he needed to find his “happy place.” Tony’s island, the waves lapping against his legs, the wind blowing through his golden hair, and the smell of salt and the sea. If it was possible, he would stay here forever, find a way to make this his home.

Alas, the island apparently cost a lot to keep it connected to the mainland. Things like cell phone service and electricity were difficult to provide, and that meant expensive bills. It was a nice fantasy, but it would never be more than that.

He turned around and made his way back to the house. Tony would probably be awake by now to comment on Bucky looking like a boiled crab. That would be a party in and of itself until Bucky could find some aloe vera.

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Bucky woke early the next morning to a blood red sunrise. The fact that it was the first time it happened in Bucky’s experience of coming to the island didn’t escape him. Still, he went down to the same place as before and took out his sketchbook. It was the first time, which meant that Bucky only had today to be able to capture it. Specifically, he had only a couple hours.

He drew with frenzied need. The majestic image of a crimson son over an azure sea made for a startling contrast that he just had to capture. This would be one of those moments when Tony would point out that photography could capture the image much faster, followed by Bucky throwing something expensive at him.

He finished just in time for a strong wind to blow in from the sea. Bucky had to shield his eyes from the force of the wind. Worse, it was so strong that his sketch almost tore out of his sketchpad. Bucky clutched the drawing close to his chest as he raced back to the house.

Where was Steve? If the guy was real, he would be totally vulnerable in weather like this. As Bucky neared the house, he ducked inside to drop off his sketchbook, then ran back out. He didn’t see Tony, though he might be tinkering on something. He surely knew about the storm. Bucky had to find Steve.

He combed the island for him, looked in every nook and cranny he could think of. Finally, he ended up back where he had been yesterday. The surf was stronger, the waves higher. A wave slammed against the rocky shoals and blasted a wave of cold water into the air. Bucky held up a hand to shield himself from the spray. He kept running, looking for the mystery man.

It wasn’t until Bucky was on the other end of the island that he saw Steve. His heart nearly stopped when he did. He was still naked, and his hair billowed behind him from the wind. The storm was nearly on top of them now, the wind making the trees bend as it blew.

“Steve!” Bucky yelled. He wasn’t sure his voice would carry on the wind, but it did. Steve whirled around in shock to stare at him before he ran over.

“Bucky, what the fuck are you doing out here?!” Steve demanded. “The typhoon is nearly here, get inside!”

“Me?! What about you?!” Bucky asked. “Come on, you can’t be naked out in this weather! I have a shelter, you should come with me!”

At that exact moment, a bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree. A crack of thunder split the air so loudly it left Bucky’s ears ringing. Once that happened, it was like the sky broke open. Hard sheets of rain fell so much that they stung what skin was exposed on Bucky’s body and the wind grew so fierce that Bucky had to brace himself against it. Before he knew it, Steve took his hand and raced towards the rocky shore.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?!” Bucky demanded.

“Trust me!” Steve bellowed.

They reached the edge of the shoal and Bucky cried out, almost tried to stop, but Steve pulled him along as he leaped into the sea. A wave rose up and caught them as they plunged into the murky depths.

Bucky closed his eyes and held his breath. He flailed his limbs in a blind panic. If he was thinking, he would have thought that he wished he had listened to his ma when she tried to get him to take swim lessons. He had refused because he didn’t think he’d need them.

Relax.

He felt firm limbs wrap around his body. They held his arms and legs together, keeping him from flailing. A pair of warm, soft lips met his and breathed air into his lungs. Bucky breathed it in like it was the first fresh, clean breath after a night in a sewer. Then he felt something warm fill his body, a tingling sensation.

Breathe.

Bucky obeyed and breathed… and it was like breathing air. The lips changed from a breath to a kiss. Deep and strong and demanding. Bucky moaned into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around whatever, whoever, was holding him. He felt strong, thick arms and a muscled back.

Open your eyes.

Bucky opened his eyes… and blinked. He could see clearly, as though the ocean were perfectly lit. No, that was wrong. It was as though he could see the secret, unknown world of the ocean. It looked… just like the dream he’d had yesterday. Vibrant colors villed the ocean. The rocks, plants, coral, and fish all had hidden, vibrant lights that made them easy to see in the dark waters. The waters didn’t even look that dark anymore.

Bucky looked around… and saw Steve smiling at him. The man looked smug! As if Bucky’s reaction to everything was amusing.

“What the hell did you do to me?” Bucky asked. “And what are you? Am I dreaming?”

“I gave you the ability to breathe underwater, for a start,” Steve said. He crossed his arms. He seemed much more at ease in the water than he had on land.

“Right, because that’s a thing that people can do,” Bucky said. Steve grinned at him.

“You’d be surprised,” he said.

“So is this the part where you tell me you’re from Atlantis or something?” Bucky asked.

“Atlantis is a human legend,” Steve said. “You have no name for my kingdom.”

“Your kingdom?” Bucky asked. “So you’re the king?”

“Yes,” Steve said. “My name is Stephanos. But you can call me Steve, Bucky.”

“Is this like Triton?” Bucky asked. Steve looked at him in confusion. “I’m guessing you’ve never seen The Little Mermaid.”

“I have,” Steve said. “It wasn’t very accurate.”

“Nothing Disney does is accurate,” Bucky said.

“Also, Tritan was my great-great-great grandfather,” Steve said. “He was the king who united the oceans into a single kingdom.”

Wait. “So you’re… the king of the oceans? All of them?” Bucky asked.

He looked up and down at Steve. At that moment, he realized that Steve didn’t have legs anymore. Well he did. He had 8 of them, at least. They flowed in place, keeping Steve in place in the waters that were buffeted by the winds on the surface. Two legs even kept Bucky in place, as though he were no more than one of those toys kids played with in the pool.

“God, actually," Steve said. “Impressive, huh?”

“Honestly, I’d expect you to be taller,” Bucky said. Steve laughed. It was a deep, rich sound.

“Should I speak in a booming voice?” he asked. “Or carry a trident?”

“It would help with the aesthetic,” Bucky replied with a grin. “You don’t even have a crown!”

Steve just rolled his eyes with a fond smile on his face. It was a handsome smile and his teeth glowed white in the dark depths. It was a beautiful sight.

“I just want to know… how you made it able to breathe underwater,” Bucky said.

“The same way I made you go to sleep yesterday,” Steve replied. “Magic.”

“Oh right, another thing that definitely exists,” Bucky said. “What about the dream?”

Steve frowned. “What dream?”

“I saw this,” Bucky said. “Like, all of this, after I fell asleep yesterday. There were lots of people like you and the colors were the same and everything.”

Steve blinked at him. He moved closer. Bucky could feel the tentacles now. They were surprisingly smooth rather than slimy like he was afraid they would be, like they were just differently formed skin that came from Steve’s body. He could feel strong muscles beneath the surface, flexible as they flowed in the water. The tentacles around Bucky’s legs wrapped around him further, crawling up his body.

This better not awaken anything in me, Bucky thought. It was probably too late, if the boner he had was any indication. The tentacles were stunning. They looked blue, like they were the perfect camouflage in the ocean's depth, but they had silver and red lines that glowed, flowing in spiral patterns around each tentacle. They were mesmerizing to watch as they flowed gracefully in a kind of hypnotic dance.

“Have you ever had anything like that before?” Steve asked. “Dreams of places you couldn’t explain?”

“You want me to remember every crazy dream in my entire life?” Bucky asked. “I’m a writer. I have crazy dreams. It’s not a big deal.”

“But have you had a dream like this before?” Steve asked with some urgency. Bucky would have stepped away if he was able.

“Maybe,” Bucky said. He racked his brain. “I remember… something, the first time I came to Tony’s island. I had a dream of… some kind of palace. But it was broken and dark, not like what I saw yesterday. I remember that it crumbled. That's it."

Steve nodded and the tentacles relaxed. They were still firm as they held him, even as Bucky felt some natural buoyancy pulling him up. For Steve to single-handedly (single-tentacledly?) hold Bucky down meant he must have enormous strength.

"Come, we need to get you someplace safe," Steve said.

"What, you can't just make the storm stop?" Bucky asked.

"I'm the god of the seas, not the skies," Steve said with a knowing smile. "The storm will pass in its time, regardless of what I do."

“There’s a god of the skies?” Bucky asked. “Wait, should I have brought a sacrifice or something?”

Steve laughed as he leaned in. “We don’t do that anymore,” he said. He traced a hand along Bucky’s jawline, his fingers smooth and strong. “Unless… you would like to be my sacrifice. I’m sure I could find a use for you.”

Fuck. Yes! Bucky thought. His boner seemed especially hard now, especially as Steve leaned in to kiss him again. Bucky blinked and backed up.

“Wait,” he said. “Is kissing me how you do your magic thing?”

“No,” Steve said. “I just wanted to kiss you. Both times.”

He leaned in again and this time, Bucky didn’t pull away. He kissed Bucky like he was the one in charge and Bucky was happy to go along with it. He held onto Steve’s hard, sculpted body. As he did, one of Steve’s tentacles slid up Bucky’s shirt and teased his nipples. Bucky groaned against Steve, and Steve took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into Bucky’s mouth.

If Steve tasted like the sea on land, when he was actually in the sea, kissing him felt like the ocean itself was filling Bucky’s being. The presence Steve had, the power in his being, his arms, his soul… Bucky felt it all. He couldn’t moan or scream or groan or cry. Just feel. It was ecstasy and torture, gentleness and wrath.

And Bucky wanted it all.

He felt a force push through him this time. The warm, gentle feeling filled his entire being. It was like he was growing… heavier. That wasn’t the word for whatever was happening. Eventually, Steve’s tentacles around him relaxed. Bucky moved to take his shirt off, but Steve stopped him.

“As much as I want to see you naked, my pearl,” he purred. “I don’t need more junk cluttering my oceans.”

Oh. Right. Bucky kept his clothes on. To his surprise, he was able to tread water on his own. He moved his limbs without thinking about it and when Steve swam off, his body gliding quickly through the water like a shark, Bucky followed him in his own human form as if he’d been swimming all his life.

“Did you teach me to swim?” Bucky asked.

“No,” Steve replied. “I gave you my knowledge of how to do it. All 17,813 years.”

“Holy shit, you’re an old man,” Bucky said. Steve laughed.

“I am a god,” Steve replied. “We’re known for our longevity.”

Bucky followed Steve through the waters. As they went deeper, Bucky realized he didn’t feel the increased pressure like he should have. He just felt normal. He felt strong, even. He pushed through the water until they came upon it. The underwater palace. It was a magnificent structure, and it looked like an entire coral reef morphed into a spacious palace, larger and more magnificent than any on land.

“You live here?” Bucky asked.

“Sometimes,” Steve replied. “There’s a similar palace in every ocean in the world, and a few private residences in some of the smaller seas. My favorite is in the Caspian Sea.”

“Of course it is,” Bucky drawled.

Steve didn’t seem to notice. He swam right to the top of the structure and through one of the windows. A sort of membrane covered the structure and as Steve went in, his tentacles stretched out to support him. Bucky swam in with him and found himself falling to the ground before Steve caught him with those tentacles. They were surprisingly warm, rather than the cold, slimy wet that Bucky had expected. They were still wet, but they felt good.

“Careful,” Steve said. The tentacles brought Bucky to his feet and set him down gently.

“What the hell was that?” Bucky asked.

“We might be underwater, but dry ground is useful. And it keeps out the pests,” Steve said.

“Warn a fella next time, will you?” Bucky asked. Steve chuckled and the deep sound sent tingles down Bucky’s spine.

The room smelled like Steve, like citrus and the ocean. It was a large room, enough to dwarf some of the fancy ballrooms Bucky had seen. In the center, there was a large bed that seemed to rise out of the floor, like it was also part of it. The room itself was full of colorful kinds of coral, yet the floor was warm, smooth, blue stone. Lavish furnishings decorated the interior, all made from white wood. A light from above glowed with an ethereal light, casting the room in a soft glow.

This is all kinds of impossible, Bucky thought.

“We can wait out the storm here,” Steve said. “Meanwhile, I have something in mind to pass the time.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Bucky asked. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Steve’s tentacles were around him again. This time, they were firm and they explored his body as they pulled him close to Steve. The light dimmed, as though commanded by an outside force.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, James Barnes.”

Bucky heard and felt the words as though they filled the room around him. Power dripped from them and though Steve looked kind and there was definitely lust in his eyes, there was no doubt that he was something far beyond anything Bucky knew.

As Steve leaned in to kiss him, Bucky gasped with pleasure as two warm, thin tentacles circled around his nipples, sucking and plucking at his sensitive flesh. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt. Bucky felt his hole slicken with lust and need. Steve smiled against his lips as though he knew.

“I’ve been waiting for you so long, my little pearl. At last, you have come to me.”

“What are you talking about?” Bucky asked. The tentacles wrapped around him and snuck up his shorts and the back of his shirt.

“You are precious to me, Bucky, my treasure. You died, long ago. Yet now, you have returned to me.”

“I’m no one,” Bucky said. “I’m just a writer, I’m not anyone special. The only important person I know is Tony Stark.”

“You are so much more than what you believe” The tone was almost gentle this time, as though Steve remembered something. “You do not have dreams. You have memories. You helped me overthrow my father, Iskandar. You helped me free the oceans from his tyranny thousands of years ago. But you died to do it.”

Steve pressed his forehead to Bucky’s and it felt like his head was being pried open by a crowbar. The pain lasted for just an instant before his mind filled with memories burst forth like water from a dam. He felt the magic press against him, into his mind, deeper than he had ever thought possible.

Remember.

Bucky saw it all.

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Buchanan, or Bucky as his friends called him, stood over a high cliff as he stared out onto the sea. The sun sparkled high in the sky and reflected on the surface like diamonds, hiding the brutality of the world below. Iskandar, the current god of the ocean, kept his people under an iron hand. The merfolk suffered as they toiled in his service and any resistance was ruthlessly suppressed.

Except for two. Steve and Bucky were the only beings who cared to stand up to him. As a god, only those of his kind could hope to kill him. The other gods of the world did not care to get involved. They were comfortable in their realms. The current god of the skies, Odin, waxed poetically about the virtues of being prepared for war, but did not seem inclined to start one to save a brutalized people. The goddess of the earth, Margaret, was tied up with other things that she never told anyone about. The gods of the sun and moon were both too young to act, while Natasha, goddess of darkness, and Clint, god of the hunt, had helped plenty.

Every other god they knew had either refused, helped all they could, or were incapable. That left Steve and Bucky to finish the job. Steve, Iskandar’s son and heir to the oceans, and Bucky, the god of life.

The irony that he was about to help kill someone did not escape him, but it had to be done. Bucky had seen so much death happen at Iskandar’s hands. Enough had been enough long ago. There was no turning back now.

The battle was brutal. Even though the merfolk did not want to fight and could not hope to fight gods, Iskandar pushed them to fight anyway. They cut through swaths of soldiers to reach Iskandar’s castle in the deepest ocean where even the bioluminescent lights of life and the castle itself did little to pierce the darkness or the cold.

Iskandar was there. Since Steve was his son, his power over the ocean could not harm him, so he focused on Bucky. The only thing that kept Bucky alive was quick thinking and Steve’s protection.

In the end, Iskandar was too powerful, and Bucky risked everything, throwing himself into Iskandar’s attack to give Steve a window to make the killing blow. The death of a god was not a gentle thing. It sent cataclysmic ripples through the world. The last thing Bucky saw was Steve’s look of devastation as he slipped away.

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Bucky gasped for breath in Steve’s arms as tears fell down his face. Stevie. His Stevie. Bucky reached up a hand to Steve’s face. Once so strange, but now so familiar. He hadn’t aged a day since that battle, though his eyes were infinitely older.

“You idiot,” he said with a smile. “I told you I wouldn’t leave you.”

“It’s been fifteen thousand years, Buck,” Steve said. “Excuse me if I got a little impatient.”

“You’ve always been so dramatic,” Bucky said. He leaned up to kiss his mate. The familiar taste of the sea filled him. He deepened his kiss. “I might not be a virgin, but fates, I need to feel these inside me again.”

Steve grinned against his mouth as the tentacles writhed around Bucky. Bucky lost himself in a sensation that was at once strange and familiar. They flexed inside Bucky’s shirt and in seconds, the clothes were in ribbons. Seconds later, the shorts and boxers followed. Bucky laughed as the tentacles wrapped around his body and Steve carried him to the bed.

“So dramatic,” Bucky repeated.

“I told you, I got a bit impatient,” Steve growled against Bucky’s neck. “My omega, my mate. It’s been so long. Fifteen thousand years since you died. Let me feel you again.”

Bucky stretched out, letting the tentacles support him as they wound around his limbs, kissing and plucking at his sensitive skin. He could feel his body responding, growing hot at the familiar way the warm tentacles explored his body. They writhed with excitement against Bucky’s body.

Though Bucky had only lived 26 years, he felt in his soul every second of the thousands of years they had been apart. A tentacle pressed against his mouth and he opened his mouth. The taste was glorious. Salty and sweet, like caramel. There hadn’t been anything that tasted like it all those thousands of years ago. It still put everything else to shame.

Bucky moaned as he sucked on the tentacle. It pushed deeper into his mouth and into his throat. A pair of tentacles bound Bucky’s arms above his head. It made Bucky arch in Steve’s grip. Another pair of tentacles pulled Bucky’s legs apart and snuck up the long limbs, plucking and kissing along the way up to the apex of his thighs.

A tiny, thin tentacle wrapped around Bucky’s cock. It was longer than most omega’s, but Bucky had always enjoyed it, even before. Steve did, too. This time was different. The small tentacle crept up the length of Bucky’s cock… and then poked at the slit of Bucky’s cock before it went inside. Bucky opened his eyes wide as the strange sensation of pleasure filled him. The tentacle came out of his mouth.

“When did you learn how to do that?!” Bucky moaned. The tentacle slithered down his shaft until it poked at his prostate inside him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he let his head fall back. “Fuck, Stevie!”

“I had a lot of time to experiment,” Steve said with a dark chuckle.

The tentacle Bucky had been sucking on pressed back into Bucky’s mouth, along with another one. Bucky relaxed his mouth as both pushed inside him. Another tentacle pressed between his asscheeks and teased at his hole. The plucking and sucking against it made him moan as the tentacles pushed back into his throat. This was bliss, far beyond the meager efforts of mortal alphas.

Before Bucky could grow used to the feeling, a thicker tentacle pressed against his hole. He moaned with glee as it pressed into his body slowly but insistently. His body yielded at the thick length that went deeper, and deeper… and deeper into him. The suckers felt incredible inside him, like leaving thousands of greedy, hungry suck marks in his ass with every hard, slow thrust into his ass.

Steve began to sing again. He always did when he was in the throes of pleasure. His deep, pleasant baritone reverberated through his body into Bucky’s, like they were perfectly in tune with each other. Bucky arched off the bed with waves of pleasure as he came. It was like the tentacle drank the cum in and Steve moaned with pleasure. He leaned down to kiss Bucky’s neck.

“You taste amazing, my pearl,” Steve murmured against Bucky’s skin. “Better than I remember, than I dreamed.”

Bucky moaned around the tentacles in his mouth in agreement. Steve smiled and more tentacles came around to flip Bucky over. Steve propped Bucky up on his knees, legs splayed out, tentacles inside every hole that he had. Bucky felt like a suckling pig, but in a blissful sort of way.

Steve pressed another tentacle to Bucky’s ass and Bucky practically sang. Steve did sing, as he pressed the second, thick tentacle into Bucky’s ass, thrusting both in alternation like different pistons firing inside him. The song echoed in Bucky’s soul as he was filled to the brim. Two nipples wrapped around Bucky’s top and plucked at his nipples and collarbone. Two tentacles in his mouth, two in his ass, one in his cock, two on his chest, and one each around his legs, and a final one around his arms. Bucky’s body seemed enveloped in the pleasure of Steve’s tentacles.

“I made you a promise, do you remember?” Steve murmured against Bucky’s neck. He was right over Bucky’s scent glands. Bucky nodded around the tentacles in his mouth. “Never empty, always full. My queen.”

Bucky moaned desperately as the pleasure inside him began to crest again. Steve thrust his tentacles faster all over Bucky’s body. They writhed around him, plucking and sucking and pleasuring Bucky like Steve’s personal feast. Steve pushed him over the edge of orgasm again and the tentacle thrusting into his cock drank his cum just as greedily as before.

Steve’s tentacles fucked him through it, the movements growing faster and more frenzied. Bucky felt a pair of knots form in the tentacles in his ass. The ones in his mouth began to swell, as well, as they secreted more of that delicious tasting substance.

He didn't have time to relax or breathe. A third tentacle pressed at his ass and slipped in with the other two. Bucky practically screamed with pleasure. He was overwhelmed with pleasure. Bucky lost himself in it. He had no idea how long he lay there writhing from the bliss Steve gave him, how many times Steve made him cum. He only knew that at some point, Steve pressed his mouth to Bucky’s scent gland, his teeth nuzzling the mark on his neck. A silent plea filled Bucky’s mind as he moaned around the tentacles.

“Mine,” Steve murmured. “You will never leave me again, my love. Nor I, you.”

With that, Steve’s tentacles brought Bucky over the edge of what felt like his umpteenth orgasm. At that moment, Steve sank his teeth into Bucky’s neck. This orgasm exploded from Bucky and the tentacles inside his ass knotted him, all three. He moaned as he felt warm, thick cum fill him, pouring into him. The tentacles at his mouth poured more into his mouth and Bucky moaned at the salty taste. It was the essence of Steve, of the sea.

Overhead, the storm blew and sheets of rain fell and large waves crashed against the island. Far beneath, Bucky endured his own hurricane of pleasure. He had no idea how long it lasted, but he closed his eyes slowly to luxuriate in it.

When he woke, Steve was in his fully human form. They were wrapped in blankets rather than tentacles (a major downgrade in Bucky’s mind). Steve’s cock was still in Bucky’s ass, still hard, but not moving. Bucky sighed happily.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “I missed you, too, Stevie.”

Steve kissed him gently. “The oceans have been without a queen for too long,” Steve said. “Will you stay with me? Forever?”

Bucky reached back and took Steve’s hand. They laced their fingers together as they lay on the plush bed.

“Remember what I said that day?” Bucky asked. “Before the fight?”

Steve brought their hands to his lips and kissed Bucky’s fingers. “I’m with you till the end of the line.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be a long, long time before that time comes this time,” Bucky said. “The rest of eternity.”

Steve kissed him again and rolled over on top of him. Bucky sighed with faux exasperation as round 2 of their personal hurricane began. Eternity was going to be fun.

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