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Haaaapppy Birthday Month!!! A prompt!: Mermen!Stony! Do they have to be actualfax mermen? Nien! They could be a mermaid bar au ( see Dive Bar in sacramento) or perhaps it is the 1970’s and Disneyland still has cast members as mermaids in their lagoon but now it also includes mermen. Or they are possibly actualfax mermen and and they meet and fall in love. Idk, I just know merpeople. Happy Birthday again <3

I loved this prompt so much that I sort of combined all three ideas? Also I'm very ashamed of myself for not knowing Dive Bar exists because that is right up my alley (and now I definitely need to make a trip out to California)

Anyway thanks for the birthday wishes. This prompt definitely got away from me so here are 5000 words of shapeshifting mermaids that you can find on ao3 here:

Steve is of the personal opinion that if more humans knew just how many of their beloved close friends and neighbors were non-human, there would be an uproar. And not even just the people close to them—there isn’t a corner of the world left untouched by magic, from sirens topping the charts to trolls scoring touchdowns to witches making dreams come true at the Happiest Place on Earth. Nowhere is that more obvious than in the theme park industry.

Steve personally blames Walt Disney for it. What the man could do without magic was simply incredible, and it left the rest of the industry scrambling to catch up with him, frequently using magic to get an edge. Which is how Mermaidia, a horribly-named (but so chosen to play off of Mermaid Fever caused by the frequent appearance of mers in human media) and mer-owned-and-operated cousin to SeaWorld, got its start.

Mermaidia, as Steve has heard his entire life, is unique in that not only is it one of the most ethical aquatic theme parks in the world with enclosures more than large enough for the animals they keep, but in that the entire park is owned and staffed by mermaids—not that the humans know that, of course. Mers were the first shapeshifters, born even before weres and dragons, and going from tail to legs is as simple as wishing it done.

He leaves the elevator that travels from the underwater city located just off the coast of the archipelago that makes up Mermaidia to the park headquarters located on the largest of the park’s islands. His PA, Natasha, is waiting for him just outside the elevator with a copy of the day’s schedule and a cup of tea. He accepts both and takes a sip as he glances over the schedule.

“Why am I meeting with the new performer?” he asks, gaze pausing on the little Meeting with Tony Carbonell highlighted in red at the top of the schedule. He starts walking toward his office. If he’s got a meeting with Carbonell first thing, then he wants to make sure his office is in order. “I’m not on the rota for performances for another few weeks.” Despite being the owner of the park since a decade ago when his parents, the original founders of Mermaidia, passed, Steve got his start at the park performing in one of the park’s three mer-centered shows. He still likes to perform when he has a free day, but he doesn’t have one of those coming up for a while.

Natasha replies, “There are security concerns regarding his employment.”

“What do you mean?” Steve asks, frowning at her. “He hasn’t even shown up for his first day yet. He can’t possible have gotten into trouble already.”

“It’s not him, Steve,” Natasha says. “Or—it is him, but not in the way you’re thinking.”

“Explain,” Steve says.

But Natasha shakes her head and waits until Steve’s office door has closed behind him before she says, “He’s royal.”

Steve’s hands still in tidying his desk. “Royal,” he repeats flatly.

Natasha nods. “You know the queen has been talking about the prince getting a job.”

He does know. The news has been all over the city for weeks that the spoiled heir to the throne would be getting a job after one too many public mistakes, and if Steve had had any inkling that he would be coming to Mermaidia, he would have put together the first name Tony with the queen’s childhood name Carbonell instantly. But he hadn’t. He’d assumed, evidently wrongfully, that the young Stark, well-known to be gifted with mechanics and engineering, would stay as far away from entertainment and customer service as possible.

“Alright,” he says quietly. “Send him in when he gets here. We can discuss security details then.”

Natasha opens her mouth like she’s going to ask something—she nearly always does; she likes to know things, which makes her invaluable to Steve as she always knows what’s going on in his company, but is also deeply frustrating when she turns that on him—but a pointed look at the door has her leaving without a word. Steve slumps back into his desk chair—dwarven-made and far more comfortable than anything mass-produced by humans—and groans, dropping his head into his hands.

Tony Stark, working in his park.

What’s next, his first boyfriend deciding to work here too?

Steve has never told anyone this, let alone his nosy assistant, but he remembers Tony from their shared childhood in the palace. Before he created Mermaidia, Steve’s father had been one of the king’s bodyguards. Sometimes, Steve think he must have spent most of his boyhood swimming after Tony, the younger mer having been both too intelligent and too mischievous for his own good, but he hadn’t. It was only five years before the February Uprising that left Steve’s dad permanently unable to shift into his mer form and Tony’s dad, the king, dead.

The last Steve saw Tony Stark, he’d been blaming Steve for his dad’s inability to protect the king as Steve and his ma left the palace. With Steve’s dad unable to shift, they’d retired to the archipelago above the city, left unclaimed by both humankind and mer. A decade later, they’d opened Mermaidia and five years after that, both his parents were gone and Steve was left the sole owner of the park.

With all that, he hasn’t thought of Tony other than in passing in years. He’d long since realized that Tony’s blame for what happened to his father was born out of grief and a childlike inability to understand what had happened. Now that they’re older, he has no doubt that Tony’s come to realize that the king’s bodyguards had done all they could. Steve’s dad wasn’t the only one to be injured that night, and he had been one of the few left alive.

Steve hasn’t seen Tony since that last night at the palace, not in person anyway, though he’s seen plenty of Tony in the magic bubbles that pass for news amongst mers, none of his appearances good. The pretty child had turned into a pretty man, and the combination of his looks and his inability to keep his head down has made him an attractive target for anyone looking to make a little bit of money off of selling stories. Truthfully, the only thing that surprises Steve about the queen forcing her son to find a job is that it took her so long.

“Steve,” Natasha says, poking her head into Steve’s office. “Mr. Carbonell is here.” She looks disapprovingly around his office. “I thought you were going to tidy up in here.”

“Got distracted,” Steve says, straightening his tie. He can do this. He can see his childhood best friend for the first time in twenty-five years and maintain a cool disposition. “Thanks, send him in.”

Tony must have been waiting right behind her because the words have no sooner left Steve’s mouth than Tony is shimmying past her, nearly overbalancing once he pops into the room.

“Tony,” someone exasperatedly says from behind Natasha. “You’re supposed to let me enter the room first.”

“Sorry,” Tony says cheekily, throwing a grin over his shoulder. “Got a little excited there.”

Natasha steps aside for a tall black man, who follows Tony into the office on legs that clearly aren’t used to being legs yet. Steve can’t see any weapons on him, but judging by his words, he’d be willing to bet that this is the bodyguard concerned for Tony’s safety while he’s employed by Mermaidia—Colonel Rhodes, the note on Steve’s schedule had called him. Steve stands and offers his hand to Rhodes first, shaking it in a way that’s more common to humans than mers but is long habit after years of dealing with humans in a business capacity. It’s only once the door has closed behind him that he turns to Tony and bows.

“Your Highness,” he says formally.

For the first time, the smile on Tony’s face falters.

“Please, sit down,” Steve urges the two of them, taking his own seat again while he gestures at the chairs behind them. He waits until they’re both seated before continuing. “Welcome to Mermaidia, Your Highness. I understand that you’re using a glamour to protect yourself?”

It’s an unnecessary question. Steve can see the glamour shimmering just under Tony’s skin. They’re tricky things, glamours, much more complicated than humans make them out to be. To someone who doesn’t know who’s wearing it, the glamour projects an altered version of the wearer—in Tony’s case, face a little more angular than it should be, hair a few shades lighter, and jewel blue eyes. But Steve does know who’s beneath the glamour and so he sees the dark hair and the warm brown eyes, the glamour shimmering like a mirage only when Tony moves.

“Yeah,” Tony says, giving Steve a cautious look. “I was always supposed to come here with the glamour but then Mama got worried and sent Rhodey here with me.”

“Colonel Rhodes,” Steve says politely, turning his attention to the other mer. “What do you need from us?”

“I know Tony’s working as a performer,” Rhodes replies, “so what I need is a way to stay close to him without having to be in the show itself.”

“We can arrange that,” Steve says, already thinking about possible positions they could put Rhodes in. “You will, of course, be paid as an employee.” Rhodes looks surprised about that and starts to open his mouth, but Steve waves him off. “It wouldn’t feel right, asking you to work here as a cover and not paying you. We take care of our employees here. Anything else?”

“I’d like to take a look at your existing security.”

“Of course. I can hook you up with Bucky Barnes, our current head of security, to go over the finer details with you.”

“And I’d like additional security at each of Tony’s shows.”

Steve nods. “That’ll need to be something you arrange with Bucky. Are there any other questions?”

“Yeah, actually,” Tony pipes up. “Rhodey, can you give us the room for a second?” Rhodes looks dubious. “Oh, come on, it’s Steve, he’s not going to hurt me.”

This does not make Rhodes appear any less dubious, but he stands up. “I’ll leave the door open.”

“I owe you an apology,” Tony says, leaning forward in his chair. “I said some pretty terrible things the last time we saw each other—”

“You were a child,” Steve protests automatically, even though it’s nothing he hasn’t thought before.

“Yeah, but that’s not an excuse. You had your life turned upside down by the attack too, and we should have grown closer together. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me. So, I’m sorry.”

Steve blinks. “Apology accepted.”

“Great!” Tony says, smiling brightly. Steve’s breath catches at how the smile lights up his face. The news bubbles hadn’t been lying; he really is very pretty. “Now, I think you owe me an apology too.”

“Oh, I do, do I?” Steve asks nonplussed.

“Yeah. How come you never invited me to your park, Stevie? Really, I’m hurt.”

Steve laughs and points at the door. “I think you’ve got paperwork to fill out, Mr. Carbonell. Better get going.”

Tony makes a face, but stands. “I’m going to get that apology from you.”

“How about this?” Steve offers. “I’ll come see you in the show once you’ve finished training.”

Tony’s eyes light up. “I’ll take you up on that offer, Mr. Rogers.”

For all that Steve had had great intentions of staying far away from the pools Tony’s shown practiced in—he’d accepted Tony’s apology and they’re at least friendly now, but once burned and all that—he can’t resist ducking down there the first time the show’s director sends him a report of how the practices are progressing. By rights, Steve shouldn’t be getting any of these reports; they should just be going straight to the department heads. But his parents had taken a hands-on approach when running the park, and Steve has every intention of maintaining that legacy, so he oversees operations as personally as he can.

The director’s review comes to him with glowing praise for Tony, which doesn’t actually surprise Steve. He would imagine that Tony’s life would be full of public faces versus private faces. Sliding into another role, especially one so close to his own, must feel very easy. Even so, it’s effusive enough that Steve can’t help but feel curious and wander down to the pools to see for himself.

The show is simple enough and based on a mer legend to boot: an attractive palace guard sent to rescue the mer ruler from an evil sea witch. The genders of the characters are easily changed out to suit whoever winds up with the role, a decision that was unpopular with the humans at first though none of the mer staff have ever cared about such a thing. One of the park’s veterans, a friend of Steve’s named Sharon, who’s been here almost as long as he has, has been cast in the role of the palace guard for the season. Tony, in a twist of irony, was cast as the young ruler.

The practice pools are located on the back halves of the islands, well out of sight of the guests, and take a bit of a hike to get to—if one has to walk. Fortunately, Steve is mer, and he swims around the island instead, a much easier way to get to the pools.

He emerges from the water, seamlessly transitioning from tail to legs, idly wondering at the magic that transitions his clothes as well so that he doesn’t lose them every time he shifts. The show, he realizes as he approaches the stage and pool—one of the largest they have and yet still requires set changes—is in the middle of a run-through. The entire show is performed underwater with only a few early scenes performed on land, namely the opening chorus performed by a few mers acting as sailors. The pool itself, unlike the one they’ll perform in for guests of the park, is set in the ground so that the only way to view it is from a platform above, which is where Rhodes is currently standing, arms crossed. Steve wanders over to join him. From their vantage point, he can make out the jewel-bright flashes of the performers’ tails. It takes him a moment to locate Tony. He’s looking for the bright gold and red of the royal family, but Tony’s glamour must be stronger on his tail because he sees the mer with the dark blue and white tail several times before realizing that the reason it looks so odd is because it’s not real.

“Rogers,” Rhodes says quietly so as not to disturb the performers.

“Rhodes,” Steve replies, nodding at him.

“Come to check out the show?” Rhodes asks, raising an eyebrow in a way that makes Steve feel that he knows exactly why Steve is here—and that it has little to do with the show itself. “You know, he talks about you all the time.”

“He does?” Steve asks, only realizing too late that he sounds hopeful. Rhodes grins at him.

“Yeah. I’ve been his bodyguard for most of a decade, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk about anyone half as much as he talks about you. He’s really proud of all the work you’ve put into this place. Feels bad about what he said to you last time you saw each other.”

“He could have said something earlier,” Steve says, annoyed.

Rhodes shrugs. “I don’t think he thought he had the right to.”

Which, huh. Combined with what Steve is learning about this older Tony from the reports the director’s sent in—that he’s a hard worker who’s easily made friends with his costars, always shows up on time, and never once complains about the long rehearsal hours—it paints a very different picture than the news bubbles do.

He says as much to Rhodes, who gives him an approving look, but any further discussion stops when a sharp bosun’s whistle pierces the air, signaling for breaktime.

“I’ll never get used to that,” Rhodes says casually, moving to the edge of the platform and looking straight down. Steve follows him and spots Tony swimming towards them parallel to the pool’s walls. Moving as fast as he is, it’s easier to parse through the glamour to the glimmers of gold and red beneath. “Better move. He likes to show off.”

Tony bursts out of the water, using the extra push from his tail to clear the water and leap onto the platform. He transitions from tail to legs halfway through the jump—much easier than most mers can manage, even ones who work on land—and tucks himself into a roll, somersaulting past Steve and Rhodes, and comes to his feet.

“Ta-da!” he exclaims.

“Yes, yes, you’re very impre—” Rhodes begins dryly, but Tony catches sight of Steve then.

His face lights up. “You came!” he says, looking positively delighted that Steve is there.

Steve feels his own face blush bright red. “Ah,” he says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “It was—I like to keep an eye on everything in the park.”

Tony looks like he sees right through Steve’s bluffing, but he doesn’t do anything other than give him a knowing look. “So what do you think?”

“You look good,” Steve says without thinking, which is true. Tony is shirtless in this form other than the gold jewelry he wears for his role, and it offsets his slender, toned body in a very distracting way. He wears a bright turquoise gem around his neck that all but screams magic. This, Steve suspects, is the source of the glamour. He suddenly realizes what he just said. His blush deepens as a delighted smile spreads across Tony’s face. “I mean—the show. The show looks good. What do you tell everyone that’s for?”

Tony continues beaming at him for a moment before he looks down at the gem Steve’s gesturing to. “Oh, I just say it’s for heart problems. Do you think I look good, Steve?”

Steve glares at him. “You know you do.”

“Yeah, but—” Tony takes a step closer to him, and suddenly, he’s in Steve’s space and Steve is finding it hard to breathe. He hadn’t anticipated this when Natasha told him who Tony Carbonell really was. How could he have? He hadn’t seen Tony in years. How could he have expected the bright burst of attraction every time their paths crossed. “Do you think I look good?”

Steve looks at him, at his dark brown eyes sparkling in the morning sun and his pink mouth begging to be kissed red. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely. “I do.”

Tony’s smile softens. “I missed you, Big Blue.”

“Big—what?”

Tony’s gaze flickers down to Steve’s legs. “That’s a pretty big tail you’ve got there,” he murmurs, pupils blowing wide. “Makes me wonder—”

“Mr. Rogers!” Janet, the show’s director, exclaims. She joins them on the raised platform and throws her arms around Steve. Tony steps back, heated stare fading as he turns and looks back over the pool. Janet is a little older than Steve’s mom would have been, and she had become like a second mother to him in the days after his parents’ deaths. He adores her to pieces for all that he’s been unable to get her to stop calling him Mr. Rogers. “Making friends with the new star?”

“Something like that,” Steve says.

“Have you had a chance to go over the new blocking yet?” Janet asks him.

Steve says truthfully, “No, I’ve been busy.” One of the emails Janet had sent him earlier in the week had involved the minute changes she’d made to the show since last tourist season, but Steve hasn’t had a chance to come down to the pools and go over them yet. Natasha has kept him busy with meetings and visiting the other departments. And since he isn’t on the performance rota for another few weeks once the season opens, he hasn’t worried about it.

“Are you busy now?”

He thinks he knows where this is going, but he’s never been able to lie to Janet before, and he doubts he’ll be able to now. “No.”

“Good. Get your costume and gear from Sharon and get in the pool. We’ll run through it a few times with you.”

“Wait, what?” Tony asks.

“Sometimes, I do the performances,” Steve says, trying to seem more casual than he feels. He strips off his suit jacket and shirt, knowing better than to argue with Janet. “It’s a good way to stay up to date with everything going on in the park.”

“Is that so?” Tony asks lowly, smirking at him. Steve shivers and turns away, diving into the pool, transforming the instant he hits the water.

Even with the changes, Steve could do most of the show in his sleep, which is good because the moment he takes in the sight of Tony chained to the rock, angrily snapping at the sea witch that his loyal guard is coming for him, Steve’s brain decides to take a hike southward and stays there.

It’s not that he hadn’t known that Tony’s mer form is gorgeous because he had. Anyone with eyes and access to a news bubble knows that. Even with the glamour, Tony is handsome. Without it—with his sinuous tail and its golden scales around his stomach giving way to bright red—he’s stunning. But he hadn’t anticipated that the way Tony’s tail lashes angrily against the rock and his wrists twist in their chains, catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the water, would make him feel.

He goes through the motions, barely noticing when Janet stops them to correct his movements according to the new script. He says the lines, wondering if he’s ever meant them as much as he does now. He will rescue Tony, no matter that he isn’t truly in any danger.

And when he’s defeated the sea witch and taken Tony into his arms, Tony gazing up at him like he never wants to look away, he realizes that he’s never felt so right as he does now.

Oh.

“Have lunch with me,” he asks Tony after they’re done with rehearsal, to which Tony readily agrees. Steve takes him to one of the higher end restaurants in the park. He’s needed to go by there anyway to approve the final menu for this year’s season. Tony just gives him an excuse to go there sooner than his scheduled visit next week, which he’s sure the chefs are grateful for since it’ll give them more time to prepare if he asks them to make any changes.

They spend hours in the restaurant talking, far longer than Tony’s lunch break should have allowed for (though he doubts that Janet will complain; she and Natasha have been trying to set him up for ages). They work their way through every item on the menu, talking about everything and nothing and all the things in between. Tony proves himself to be just as smart as everyone says he is and as funny as he is smart and as kind as he is funny. Steve wonders at the disconnect between everything he’s read about Tony and the person he sees in front of him, but he has enough experience with that disconnect as well to know that not everything he reads can be accurate. After all, he himself isn’t nearly the recluse human media tries to paint him as.

Their lunch is only the first of many. Every day, Steve finds himself swimming over to the pools just before lunch, hoping to catch Tony before he joins the rest of the cast for his break. And every day, even if Steve is running late, Tony waits for him, clearly more interested in spending that time with Steve. They’ve grown as close as they once were as children and more than, and Steve often wishes that he could work up the courage to even just take Tony’s hand as it rests on the table, but he hasn’t managed to yet.

Mermaidia opens for the season, and they both get busier than they have been before. They still meet up when they can, but with six shows each day, Tony is frequently exhausted at the end of the day. In addition to his duties as the owner the park, Steve takes shifts whenever he can—in the gift shops, in the restaurants, as a tour guide in the aquariums. His turn to work Tony’s show hasn’t come up yet, but he counts down the days. Between Tony’s exhaustion and Steve’s busy schedule, their meetings grow briefer and briefer though Steve still tries his best to make time for Tony and it’s clear that Tony does the same for him.

A few days before Steve is supposed to take over Sharon’s role for the day, Natasha informs him that he has no meetings scheduled and she’s blocked his calendar. He frowns at her. He was supposed to have an interview with one of those human television shows. Every few years, one of them gets it into their heads that they’ll be the ones to figure out the secrets of Mermaidia—both Steve and his parents have always said that the mermaids of Mermaidia work through magic—and he’s come due for another one.

“They cancelled,” Natasha says unconcernedly. He takes that to mean as she scared them off. Natasha can be terrifying when she wants to be. “If I were you, I’d recommend going out to the waterfall.”

The waterfall is Steve’s favorite place on any of the islands. Located on one of the smaller islands that make up the park, the waterfall empties into the bay, which the island forms a natural barrier around. Protected from human eyes by some magic that Steve’s parents had put in place, it’s the one place in Mermaidia outside of the show pools where he can feel free to change into his mer form without worrying about someone spotting him.

“Thanks,” he says, then narrows his eyes suspiciously. “Why?”

“Just thought it might be nice,” Natasha says innocently. She doesn’t crack under his glare, and Steve eventually gives up. He’s sure she’s got some sort of secret reason for making him go, but he can’t deny that he wants to.

“Alright,” he says eventually. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He swims over to the waterfall, wholly unsurprised to find Tony there when he arrives. Tony’s sitting on one of the rocks lining the beach, red and gold tail flashing in the sun. He’s removed the jewel from around his neck, so that Steve doesn’t have to fight past the glamour to see just him. Steve swims right up to him. Tony must spot the blue and silver of Steve’s own tail from a way off because he doesn’t seem surprised at all when Steve pops out of the water even though he couldn’t possible have heard him over the sounds of the waterfall.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Tony says, twisting to drape across the rock, putting his face very close to Steve’s, whose breath catches.

“So,” Steve says, sounding strangled. He clears his throat and tries again. “So, which one put you up to this?”

“Janet,” Tony replies. “She told me she thought one of the understudies was slacking off and she wanted to sub him in to catch him off guard.”

“I pity whoever comes to see the show today,” Steve remarks.

Tony laughs, his breath puffing across Steve’s mouth. “We both know Sharon is more than talented enough to make up for it.” His gaze drops to Steve’s lips, going dark and heated.

Steve’s tongue darts out to wet his mouth. “Ah, where’s Rhodes?”

“Around,” Tony murmurs, waving a casual hand. “He won’t bother us, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Well, in that case,” Steve begins and then reaches up, grabbing Tony’s arms and hauling him over his head and into the water. Tony hits the water with a huge splash, screeching loud enough that Steve can still hear him above water.

He dives too, darting away from Tony’s teasing grab. They chase each other through the bay, shouting taunts back and forth. Tony is a dirty cheat, gathering up sand from the bottom of the bay to toss back in Steve’s eyes, though he could have expected that—even as a boy, Tony hated to lose. In retaliation, Steve uses his knowledge of the bay to dart through one of the caves lining the stone walls of the island. If he times it right, he’ll exit the other side either just ahead of Tony or practically on top of him.

He emerges right as Tony swims by and manages to catch Tony’s hand, spinning him around and into the rock. Tony’s back hits the wall with a soft “Oof.” He doesn’t try to escape now that Steve’s got him pinned, only relaxes his wrist into Steve’s grip.

“Caught you,” Steve breathes, bubbles streaming from his mouth.

“Sure did,” Tony says easily, twining his tail around Steve’s, drawing a shiver from Steve. “We match, you know.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at our tails, Steve.”

Steve does. He wouldn’t have thought that Tony’s red and gold could be considered as matching with his own blue and silver, but they look good together, intertwined as they are. His heart beats faster. He puts his free hand at Tony’s waist and slides it around to his back, the rough scales catching against the skin of his hand as he pulls Tony into him.

“Tony,” he says helplessly, not entirely sure what he’s asking for. Tony must get it, however—he always seems to know what Steve is looking for—because he smiles at Steve and puts his other hand around the back of Steve’s neck and tugs him down.

Their lips meet, sliding against each other as they float there, suspended in the water, in this moment. Tony’s mouth tastes like the unique blend of fresh and saltwater that comes from the waterfall pounding into the bay. Steve pulls him even closer and kisses him again, opening his mouth for Tony’s questing tongue. Tony is whispering something into his mouth, something that Steve can’t hear over the rushing in his ears—or maybe that’s the sound of the waterfall filtering through the bay.

They pull apart and come together again and again, Tony’s hand drifting down from Steve’s neck to his shoulder to his bare chest. Steve kisses his way across the line of Tony’s jaw to his throat. Tony gasps his name, and Steve returns to his mouth, kissing him again.

He doesn’t notice when they start to drift upwards, only when they break the surface and they suddenly gasp in air instead of water. He strokes Tony’s face and slides his tail up and down Tony’s.

“I really like you,” Steve says, kissing the salt from Tony’s cheeks.

“Good,” Tony says, sliding his hand back up and twisting his fingers into Steve’s hair. “I really like you too.”

“I’m glad you decided to work here,” Steve says, possibly too honest since Tony pulls away from him, eyes searching Steve’s face. It’s a long moment before Tony’s face softens into a warm smile.

“Best job I’ve ever had,” Tony replies.

Steve laughs. “Only job you’ve ever had.”

“Makes the choice easy then, doesn’t it?”

Steve kisses him again, Tony’s fingers tightening in his hair to keep him there. “I want to see you more often.”

“Abandon your duties,” Tony says immediately. “Take over Sharon’s role. Spend every day with me.”

“I was thinking we could start with dinner,” Steve suggests instead.

Tony thinks about it. “Yeah, okay, dinner sounds good too.”

“I’m so glad you approve,” Steve says dryly, but he thinks his words are undercut by the way he pulls Tony back to him.

From the way Tony kisses him, he thinks Tony knows it too.

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Vera I'm so sorry you are still shadowbanned! I wish tumblr would get their stuff together.

For the fanfic writer's asks: 1,5,12,25,55,69,71

Hope you have fun answering them <3

Hi, yeah the shadowban is….ugh, annoying. Definitely annoying.

Thank you for the questions!

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Oh wow…I think I daydream more than I write. I daydream all the time and I’m pretty sure half the stuff that’s in my head I’ve never even started writing. But if I finally start writing then I’m not stopping till it’s done lol

I’ll sit the next few days on a one shot or chapter or whatever and I need to finish it. 😂😂

5. How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Fuck I- I don’t know

Let’s see

The au’s with @jamneuromain “broken bones and broken hearts” ( Steve Rogers x reader) & “together or not at all” (Steve Rogers x reader, Nick Gant x reader, Johnny storm x reader, Jake Jensen x reader) in the second one is a lot ready and there’s also a loooot of smut lol just so y’all know

Then there’s “drownin siren” Steve Rogers x mermaid reader

I’ve planned a sub!mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader one shot

A meet-cute for Stucky!! Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

I have a Lloyd Hansen x reader smut Drabble ( ready to post actually)

Oh Noise pt 3, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader smut, which is nearly finished [ pt 1 is here pt 2 here ]

I’m planning a grumpy!roommate!Curtis x reader au :) but haven’t started one this one yet

Oh god there’s also pretty boy pt 2, sub!Steve Rogers x reader smut [ pt 1 is here ]

Omg i still have more; mean!dom!steve Rogers x villain!(sub)reader

Is it weird that I’m already planning my kinktober list? But yeah I’m doing that too

I have also a pt two to the Lance tucker shot “stretch you (out)” that I think I haven’t posted yet?

I’m working on so many things rn fuck I hadn’t noticed until now

12. Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Sometimes yes, I definitely some background stories and I like planning how every character met or if they had any relationships before with them etc

Definitely also about their family history or school

But I don’t think more than that

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

I love making moodboards hahhahaha

I like writing because of all the possibilities i have!

And also interacting with people. I know many people don’t leave feedback and that’s okay BUT when i finally see Someone comment or reblog something even with just a emoji or gif I’m in heaven. It makes me so so happy to talk about my work or answer questions. Idk, I just love interacting with others. I’d say im really shy in rl and it’s just so much better on tumblr. Here I feel like I found my people and I can be myself:)

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

“He felt blood rush to his cheeks, making him blush”

I use this often or always the -ing verb form

I feel like there’s also always some kind of misunderstanding? There are definitely a few oneshots and fics with this trope

There was something else I wanted to addd but I forgot what

69. What are your favorite fic at the moment?

Ohhhh I love “in the snow” By @postmodernmulticoloredcloak

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

Id say it depends on the day. Sometimes I’m writing all day long and the next day I’m reading all the time:)

Thank you for all these questions!!!!! Love you!!!!!!

#verasasks

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alexawoodswrites · 1 year

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There is an extensive list but here we go:

Dr: Golden Trio

Love interest: Harry Potter

Title: Witch

- my first dr (thx shiftok)

- The first place I shifted to

Dr: Mcu

Love interest: Steve Rogers

Title: Alexa Stark, The infinity Witch.

- i ❤️ this Dr

- basic IK but I was new

Dr: H20

Love interest: Cleo

Title: Mermaid

- This was inner child healing tbh

Dr: Twilight

Love interest: Edward

Title: Enchantress

- Bella is my sister (I'm adopted)

- I love this Dr in the fall

Dr: Criminal Minds

Love interest: Dr Spencer Reid

Title: SSA Woods

- This Dr i post the most about

- I have recently shifted here

Dr: Teen Wolf

Love interest: Stiles

Title: Witch

- Can y'all tell i like magic?

- This is one of few under 18 Drs

Dr: Pixie Hollow

Love interest: None

Title: Garden Fairy

- I fucking love this Dr

- It's so surreal

Dr: Once Upon a Time

Love interest: Undecided

Title: King Arthurs daughter

- I have magic in this one too because Gold pisses me off

Dr: Fame

Love interest: Undecided

Title: Actress, Singer/Songwriter, Dancer, Author, and Activist.

- Me if i was rich growing up basically

- This Dr feeds my ego HARD

Dr: Star Wars

Love interest: Idk yet

Title: Jedi Master

- I ❤️ this one 2

- Darth Vader is so fucking scary

Dr: Umbrella Academy

Love interest: N/a

Title: Number 8

- i scripted out a lot tbh

- Klaus 🤝me

4 lifers

Dr: Supernatural

Love interest: Sam Winchester

Title: Enchantress

- You sensing a theme?

- Dean 🤝 Me

Pie

Dr: The vampire diaries

Love interest: Elijah Mikealson

Title: Tribrid

- No I'm not his niece, Klaus isn't the only hybrid

Dr: Hunger Games

Love interest: Peeta Mellark

Title: The Mockingjay

- I'm gonna get hate for this

- I just rlly want to overthrow a government

Dr: Percy Jackson

Love interest: Percy Jackson

Title: Daughter of Nyx

- I'm so slay in this Dr

- i love Anna Beth but she is not in this Dr

Dr: Reign

Love interest: Francis

Title: Alexandria, Queen of Spain

- don't ask too many questions this Dr is in the works

Dr: Bridgerton

Love interest: Anthony

Title: Lady Woodlinson

- IM THE DIAMOND OF THE SEASON

- I fucking love parties

Dr: OuterBanks

Love interest: JJ

Title: New Pouge

- I hate Rafe

Dr: Maze Runner

Love interest: Thomas

Title: Runner

- I hate Teresa

Dr: The last of us

Love interest: Ellie Williams

Title: Immune

- I made the zombies less scary

Dr: The Witcher

Love interest: Geralt

Title: Witcher

- Yennefer BACK OFF

Dr: The 100

Love interest: Clark

Title: Leader

- I shit my pants seeing that deer

Dr: Pitch Perfect

Love interest: Becca

Title: A Bella

- I LOVE RIFF OFFS

Dr: Glee Dr

Love interest: i have none

Title: Glee club member

- Rachel has a wakeup call

- sue doesn't insult me( my ego can't take that rn)

Dr: My Babysitter's a Vampire

Love interest: Erica

Title: Vampire

- THIS IS SO FUN

Dr: Ever After High

Love interest: Raven

Title: Alexa Arthur

- Ahhhhh

Dr: How to train your Dragon

Love interest: Hiccup

Title: Dragon rider

- TOOTHLESS IS SO CUTE OMFG

Dr: Shadowhunters

Love interest: Jace

Title: Half-blood (half demon/ half Angel)

- don't argue about lore idc

Dr: A series Of unfortunate events

Love interest: Violet

Title: Ally

- I punched count Olaf, paid for it , but i did do it.

Dr: Pirates of the Caribbean

Love interest: Undecided

Title: Pirate

- Jack is so fun

- i scripted they didn't smell bad, great idea tbh

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marvelcriminalhoe · 2 years

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The Vampire King's Religion

Soft Dark! Vampire King! Steve Rogers x Human! Religious! Reader

Chapter 13

Series Warnings: Soft dark Steve, obsessive/possessive behavior, forced marriage, talks of blood, talks of feeding, death, eventual smut, eventual kinks, +18 minors DNI, maybe a little bit of dubious consent idk yet. This will be a soft DARK story so read at your own will.

word count: 1,492

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“Please, you have to protect her.” The woman begs.

Steve’s not heartless, he understands where the human women is coming from. The kingdoms protection is unlike any other. But this is why they can not just hand it out to everyone that wants it, but to the few that have earned the kings favor, they are protected assets impeccably. The kingdom can only interfere with the land when crimes cross the species line, otherwise, the jurisdiction lines within that county to oversee justice, its a way to keep the peace, to give some power to the people, to not let the kingdom have full control, even if they do.

“We can not just give protection to everyone.” Steve shakes his head.

The women starts to cry, rubbing her swollen belly, “You told me you would protect me.”

Steve sighs, “Yes and we will. But that protection does not spread.”

“Then i’ll give her mine.” The women sobers up a bit, “I have your favor right? I’ll transfer that to her. Please? Please.”

Steve watches the women he gave favor to all those years ago for saving his best friend cradle her growing belly, no doubt her child due any day now. He hasn't seen the women in quite awhile, and was surprised when Nat told him she was here to see him.

“Stevie.” Bucky grabs his shoulder, gaining his attention. They have a silent conversation with their eyes. No one has ever transferred their protection to someone else, though, nothing is like a mothers love for her child. Steve nods to his friend, turning back to the women, “Alright.”

He see’s the relief, it’s instant, her face more relaxed, her shoulders fall. She looks up at him gratefully, “Thank you.” She whispers.

It’s very rare that he ever has to come to the human domain of his rule, usually only instances like now, where he must cross over to get to another domain. They, unlike many other domains, tend to keep to themselves, staying away from the kingdom and their help. Unlike the fairies, bless them, who always feel they need more land. It seems like today, is another one of those times. He spent a few hours discussing this with their council, coming to an agreement to give them a few more acres of forest, in exchange of letting the mermaids into their waters.

He’s walking back through the forest, about to cross over into the human domain, when he first sees you. He knows who you are, almost instantly. You have the same eyes as your mother, same hair as well. He’s had people keep an eye on you. Had people watch you as he has people watch over everyone under his protection, though, this is the first time he’s ever laid eyes on you.

You're reading a book, leaning against the window. He can tell you don’t notice him along the tree line when you look up. You are completely unaware as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and go back to your book.

Steve believes he fell in love with you then. How innocent you looked while gazing out the window. How simple your beauty was as you mouth the words your reading. He imagined you reading in his library, perched on his lap, as his fingers comb through your hair instead.

For the first time in a very long time, Steve felt his heart skip a beat while watching you.

Ever since that first day, catching you reading, Steve has found himself drawn to you. He watches as you go through your everyday routines. He see’s how kind you are, how mesmerizing your smile is. He watches you cook for your father and pray before bed each night. But his favorite view, is right here, watching you read where he first saw you. He favorite time is when the sun starts to set and the fairies start to appear, how you always look up with such admiration. The sparkle you get in your eye as you watch them, the small smile that paints your beautiful lips without you knowing. Steve finds himself thinking of those moments the most as he goes about his days, his favorite moments, with his favorite girl.

Steve needs you. He’s known for awhile that he needs you.

Everyday it gets harder and harder to leave you, though, you don’t even know he’s there.

He longs to feel your touch, your skin. He yearns to be able to kiss your lips and burry his face in your neck. He’s waited centuries to find a mate, a true mate, and he’s finally found that in you.

He’s held off for so long because he knows. He knows the side glances he will cause by finally getting you. A vampire king, choosing a human mate. It’s not normal, but Steve doesn't care.

His plan, however, needed more work than just that. Your father is the head of the church, haven taken over after your mothers father passed. He know’s if he were to try and go about it the proper way, introducing himself to you and making his intentions clear, it would never work. He would never get close enough to try.

No, his plan need precise detailing.

And it’s finally finished. He’s finally going to get what he’s wanted since the moment he laid his eyes on you.

He’s finally going to get what he deserves.

He had to go through the motions, that’s what Nat said.

He just has to go through the motions, act like he’s searching high and low for a wife, before he can ultimately decide on you.

“If you choose her right off the bat, it will look suspicious.” The red headed vampire chastises him in the library.

“I’m tired of waiting.” Steve grumbles. He’s waited far enough. Been patient long enough. He deserves you. He needs you.

Nat rolls her eyes at his childish behavior, “Its two more weeks Steven.”

“Fine.” He bites out, knowing she's right even if he doesn't like it.

But he’s so close to getting you, so close to getting what he’s dreamed of since first seeing you, that he knows, these next two weeks will be the longest go his life.

And when he finally has you in his arms, he’s never going to let you go.

You’re walking along the stoned path of the gardens, trying to get some fresh air, having been basically glues to Steve’s side since the attack on your life.

The attack on your wedding night.

A shudder runs through you as you remember what almost happened, what could have happened if Steve hadn't of stopped it.

You’re trying to remind yourself that he’s the enemy, that you're in this situation because he forced you hear, but when you saw the pure horror on his face, the true panic that you could have been hurt, you felt nothing but fondness for the vampire.

He has tried to make things accommodating for you. Tried to help you as much as you have allowed him to. The punishments, the few you've gotten, haven't been how you believed.

Pleasure.

That’s what you got. Steve punished you with pleasure.

You’ve felt yourself reaching for him now, seeking him out for comfort. You don’t know when you started seeing him as anything other than your captor, but the rush you feel when you know you're going to see him makes your blood warm and your heart race with anticipation.

A snap from behind you makes you stop walking, looking around. You don’t see anything.

Perhaps you imagined it.

You continue walking, continue thinking of your husband, trying to sort through your new feelings, only to hear another snap. But again, as you look around, you don’t see anything. You grip the bottom of your dress in your hands, speeding up your walk as you turn back to the palace.

As you reach the exit of the garden however, you notice it’s blocked. Your heart starts to race, fear coercing through you, someone else is in here.

You don’t have time to search for another exit as you are hit from behind by something heavy, blackness clouding your vision until you're out cold. When you come to, the smell around you is familiar, musty and humid.

You have to blink a few times to get the fogginess out of your eyes, wincing from the pain in your head. You’re sitting on a chair, hands tied behind your back, the rope rubbing the skin of your wrists raw. As your vision returns, you look around at the dark room you’re in, trying to adjust to where you are.

A bright light is turned on, hindering the ability, but you don’t need to look around to see where you are, not when the voice that follows the light makes your skin crawl and blood cold.

“Look gentlemen.” Your fathers voice rings in your ear, “Our lovely guest has finally awoken.”

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erectionsandtea · 3 years

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Stranger Things beach headcanons, for my new friend @willthecleric who didn't ask for this and idk if we are even friends but they reminded me how much I love writing headcanons!

Ships

Elmax - if max could pick el up, she would, but since she can't (or can she ??) she settles for holding el in a tight grip and trying to drag her into the waves. El is screaming (the good kind) and max is laughing and everyone else is laughing too, and eventually Dustin helps max pick el up and dump her into the water. Then he also pushes max in. ALSO max tries to teach el to boogie board

Dustin/Suzy - these cuties like go exploring and looking for things in the sand and tidepools and when they do find something they bring it back to show the others and talk facts about it, before they then release it back into it's habitat. Also they bring the snacks.

Mileven - mike lets el bury him in the sand because it makes her giggle and smile and oh so happy. Then he buries her and they turn her into a sand mermaid

Byler - our cute boys are calm and cool, they like just sit in the sand and bury their feet and sit super close together bc duh, love (I hope y'all agree with this one, I'm super new to byler so I don't quite have their dynamic figured out yet)

Lumax - you know these two are the ones who terrorize the beach, they like to run around and throw sand at each other (but then the others yell at them for getting sand in the food and bags and everyone's hair), so then they go into the water and have a splash fight and also try to dunk each other under the water. They bring the toys and other beach equipment like buckets and shovels and whatnot. Also totally trying to learn to surf together

Friendships

El/Will - these two build the most kickass awesome sandcastles, you know it's true, and sometimes they'll find a little tiny sandcrab that made it's way inside and they gently pick it up and put it down somewhere else so it doesn't get squished or anything

Mike/Max - these two get into a sandcastle competition with the above two, but they can't decide how to best build or what to build so they just end up arguing

The whole party - beach sports, duh. Volleyball, soccer, also sometimes chicken in the waves but the waves usually knock them over before the others can. BUT sometimes just the boys will play the beach sports and the girls will sit in the sand and watch and talk about/laugh at the boys

Teens

Steve - he's basically one of the kids, he plays beach sports with them but he's pretty good so the party fights over whose team he will be on. He is also a good babysitter who doesn't let things get too out of hand (well he tries to anyway, but most of the time ends up just yelling at them while they do stuff), sometimes he tries to help with sandcastles but he's not super great at it

Nancy - she builds sandcastles with them, but she also likes to sit and read under the umbrella or just watch

Jonathan - he also helps with sandcastles, sometimes he and Nancy will build one together, or sit and read together. Honestly Jonathan would rather just prepare the food and everyone let's him bc damn he makes good food (remember that one time he made breakfast?) Also he likes to sit and draw. ALSO he is in charge of the music.

The teens sometimes like to do beach sports by themselves but stancy will tease Jonathan (all in good fun and he knows that) bc they are better at that stuff than he is

Did I forget anything???

Please feel free to add this or just reblog it or talk to me about it, I love headcanons and discussions! 😄❤️

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withoutmonsters · 3 years

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Updates

Okay, so I know I haven't posted any fanfic in a while, but I've been pretty busy with work and school stuff, so. I got a lot in the works, depending on how motivated I feel to write.

Firstly, an update on the Bird to Slay, because that's the biggest one. Right now, my word count for that one is at about 88,000 words and I still have about 15,000 more to write before it's really finished. The good news is that the next, maybe...15,000? words are down and now all I need to do is edit them and break them up into two chapters. So hopefully an update will be soon.

I am planning a word count for June and July to get the third timetravel!AU done. I'm going to be doing 2,000 words a day, which will supply about 60,000 words to publish in August. I have no idea if that will conclude things or not. I will also be publishing the rest of the Bird to Slay in June and July as well.

I also have a variety of AUs planned that will be much shorter! I have an idea for mermay (yes I know I am so late) that I am currently writing and I hope to get the first chapter up before May ends! It's a modern au about Steve and Robin spending a vacation in Cali and meeting mermaid!Billy. Harringrove, of course. That should be - hopefully - at most 7,000 words.

I also have had an idea for a PJO au that I've been just headcanoning right now but I think I want to write as well. Idk when that will get published tho because I still have work and the aforementioned word count.

I also have a witch!Billy au (it's not of any relation to the witch!Steve au which I know I know I still have work to do on as well it's just been pushed to the back of my mind) which I really want to write but I have a bunch more projects that I want to write more and it's all a little overwhelming. But! I think it would be a lot of fun.

I also have a variety of canon/just harringrove with no other real plot fics that i've kind of outlined but not written anything for yet. I have no idea when I'll get around to those but I'll do them sometime! I'm kind of thinking of just writing little snippets and posting them on tumblr and then compiling all of them once I've got a fic-length piece? Maybe?

So that's a little update for y'all. Sorry I've been so inactive these last few months.

#harringrove #monster writes #fic updates #i know i have been really inactive #sorry about that #timetravel!au #steve harrington #billy hargrove #max mayfield

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barb-aricyawp · 5 years

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barb would you consider writing something for mermay (idk if its your thing or not)

I would! And for you, anon, I have. Enjoy mermaid Bucky + a hint of torture.

He is going to die.

Bucky has been out of the water for so long, he can feel his scales shriveling. His body is crisp, brittle. He suffocates on air, gills opening and shutting against the burning air.

The humans lift his body from the darkness of the vehicle and into the bright light. He is laid over something hard, cold, and dry.

Bucky is beginning to really hate dry.

Hands, dry hands, scrape over Bucky’s withering tail. They are careless with him. Their fingers crush his scales, they try to manhandle him onto his stomach so they can pull at his dorsal fins.

The humans forget that mermaids are large, powerful beasts. Bucky sweeps his tail across the table, battering several of his captors to the floor.

Humans look ridiculous when they fall–their strange legs splayed everywhere. Bucky snickers.

A door bangs open, and Bucky flinches at the sound. His eyes haven’t yet totally come into focus, he can’t see all the way across the room to the human who has entered.

“What is this?” a man asks.

“Never seen a mermaid before, Rogers?”

Bucky blinks his eyes against the sear of artificial light. A man, blonde and concerned, stares down at him. Bucky lifts his palm and flutters it, a human greeting of hello.

The man laughs, despite himself. He rubs a hand over the back of his neck. And when he does, Bucky can see that the man’s knuckles are bruised purple and yellow. Like a galaxy over the knobs of his hand.

Bucky turns his head away, hand dropping to the metal surface beneath him. Across the room, there’s a tank of water. He points at it, but no one seems to notice.

Well, no one but the concerned man. “I know he’s a mermaid, Rumlow. What I’m asking is why we have him.”

“Research.”

The man scoffs. He hoists Bucky up over his shoulder. The roughness of his clothes scrape Bucky’s tail, and he gives an involuntary thrash against the human. But the man doesn’t stumble, doesn’t even break gait. He carries him to the tank of water with near ease.

Bucky is a little stunned. At 350 lbs, he’s not a light mermaid.

“Gonna put you in the water now, okay?” the man, Rogers, soothes in Bucky’s ear. “Hang tight.”

He’s already lowering Bucky into the tank when the other human, Rumlow, warns, “I wouldn’t do that, Cap.”

“Why not?”

The moment Bucky is completely submerged, he knows what’s wrong. This isn’t saltwater. Bucky is from the ocean. And this isn’t saltwater.

His gills and scales suck in the water too fast. It’s a stinging, chemical burn not just in his flesh but in his cells. Bucky bloats with fresh water. He shrieks in pain and the humans cover their ears.

Panicked, Bucky scrambles towards the edge of the tank. If he stays any longer in the water, his cells will glut themselves on freshwater and he’ll die. Rogers steps back, shocked, as Bucky clambers out of the water. With a wet slap on the concrete, he hurls himself to the floor.

Bucky gasps, curling his body towards his tail. Illogically, he tries to wipe the water from his tail with his hands. He tries to shudder off the wrongness of fresh water in his cells, but his whole body aches with it. Even his skin. Even his bones.

Dry is better than this. Dead is better than this.

Most of the humans in the room seem amused by this display. They grin down at him, at the fish flopping on the floor. As if they planned it. They probably did.

There’s a reason mermaids like to lure humans to their death.

The only person not pleased: Rogers. He charges towards the other human, Rumlow, with his shoulders squared up.

“Where’s the salt water?” Rogers asks, dangerous and low.

Rumlow shrugs. “Don’t have any.”

Bucky’s body seizes with panic. No saltwater. He gasps for breath, gills spread wide open and desperate. No saltwater. His dorsal fin twitches against concrete, a flight response. No saltwater.

He can’t die here. Not on land. Not amongst the humans.

“Don’t look at me like that, Cap, he’s got a few hours. I’ll send some STRIKE agents with a bucket and–” Rumlow must see something in Rogers’ eyes because he stumbles back. “Okay, okay, we will get the salt water together.”

“Right now.”

“Yes. Right now. Jesus. It’s just a mermaid.”

They shuffle out of the room, leaving Bucky to suffer in the dry air. Before he leaves, Rogers promises, “I won’t let you die. I won’t.”

Bucky just wishes the humans would let him die alone.

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For a mermaid, dying on land is similar to a Catholic being burned alive. Painful to the point of abject agony...but also sacrilegious. Mermaids are sea creatures and thus meant to die in the sea. When a mermaid dies in the sea, they become the sea.

To die at land is to die alone.

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Bucky blacks out, but when he comes to, he is no longer in pain. At least, less pain than he was in before.

Soft, wet pressure is being applied to his tail. Saltwater seeps in between his scales. Bucky leans up to see Rogers, dunking a sponge into a bucket.

They make eye contact. Water drips from the sponge and trickles down Rogers’ wrists. Bucky’s eyes follow the trails of water down the shape of his forearm, to where the water pools in the crease of his elbows.

“Okay?” Rogers asks, holding the sponge over Bucky’s tail.

Bucky nods. He leans back on his elbows and watches as Rogers tenderly dabs the wet sponge against his tail. There’s a wet washcloth draped around his neck and Bucky unwinds it. The thickness of the cloth smothers his gills.

The bucket of water is within reach. He dunks the cloth in and squeezes the balm of salt over his gills. Already, he feels better. Though, he’d feel much better if he were totally submerged.

“Does it still hurt?” Rogers asks.

Bucky hasn’t spoken to a human. Never. Not even to lure sailors to their deaths.

But there’s something about Rogers. The way he squeezes as much water to the surface of the sponge as possible before pressing it to Bucky’s scales. The way he carefully shifts his spiny dorsal fin to ease water against his the driest patch of his tail. The way he cups Bucky’s caudal fin in the broad of his hand, lifting the thin skin and cartilage from the dry floor so that the water can roll under his tail.

Bucky could never trust a human, but maybe he could speak to this one.

“I won’t survive out of water,” he rasps. His own voice is like sandpaper grating against his vocal cords. Outside the water, Bucky’s never been much of a singer.

“I called a marine biologist, and she told me it would be best to rehydrate you gradually.” Rogers nods to a plastic tub close by. “Once you’re out of the red, I’ll move you to the tub and then we’ll get you home.”

Seems unlikely. Bucky eyes the medical table, the array of scalpels and picks, the still full tank of freshwater like a vat of acid. He shakes his head. “They aren’t going to let me go home.”

Steve laughs, just one hoarse cough. “I’m not asking for permission.”

#mermay #steve x bucky #let's call this a shape of water AU #hydra trash party #???#I guess?#hurt comfort

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frostbxtch · 5 years

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i have a freaking list of people i wanna add as my muse. but like. it’s a bunch of people. and i’m indecisive & insecure for some. but like. i have a freaking blog full of gif icons of some of these people (from the mcu). and i already have the whole background from others. the freaking list down below. i might add one or two hopefully just them. if you wanna vote and help a little girl, feel free pls and thanks.

nebula (even tho i have no resources yet, i’d totally do it)

steve rogers. maybe a cevans oc (i have 200+ gifs. that i did on 2 days THEY HAVE TO BE USED)

valkyrie!!!!!

bring gamora back but idk help me about this one

shuri (i still don’t know but oh well)

maybe a cevans that is troy bolton as an adult - cause i’ve watched too many hsm these days and fmvs of hsm x mcu

alecto carrow. cause. i. freaking. love. this. muse. and never got the chance to truly play w/ her

dominique weasley, cause i miss my baby

some people from glee but idk. old stuff, haven’t seen any in years but i miss my quinn fabray and marley rose from 2013

i’d give a try to scorpius malfoy, still not sure though

mantis!!!!!!!!!

some boy so i can use hong joshua as fc once again

bring back to live my asian mermaid!!!!!

and i wanted to do a princess disney too. i already have a rapunzel & fem!hans background story. but idk yet

JASMINE, i watched aladdin yesterday so i’m sooo in the mood for her. PLUS NAOMI SCOTT BEING AMAZING AS JASMINE

plus:

i gotta find use to my tom hiddleston gifs [ maybe i should just disponibilize for everyone? ]

to my EMILY VANCAMP GIFS TOO

#(( ⛦。luna babbles ))#(( ⛦。muse whishlist ))

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prettyyoungtragedy · 6 years

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Steve Rogers headcanon: Sam taught (lied to) Steve that the correct way to eat a popsicle is to deepthroat it and suck it.

omfgassdfgjkl I’m hollerin’ but I feel like Steve wouldn’t be this guillable. or maybe he would be hahahaha!

A/N: This is supposed to be funny, but since I am not funny, IDK how this is going to come across! lol I love a good deep throat fic, also I couldn’t resist using this gif!!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don’t own this gif

“Uh what the fuck is Steve doing?” You asked, pulling a face.

Bucky and Sam turned their heads towards Steve who stood on the other side of the massive rec room, looking down at the tablet in his hand, and in the other he held a cherry flavored Popsicle.

“Working? Like you should be?” Bucky snorted, opening another box of case-files that you were all supposed to be going through.

Sam laughed and you threw one of the highlighters in your hand at him, which he agilely dodged.

“Oh my fuck, look! he’s doing it again!” You exclaimed softly, hitting Bucky’s arm so that he would turn to look at Steve across the room.

They both look at Steve again, who has the most concentrated look on his face as he quite literally deep throats the large Popsicle and sucks on it.

“What in the name of all that is sinful…” Bucky trails off, staring open mouthed at Steve, who was completely oblivious to the three of you staring at him. He kept sucking on the Popsicle, shoving it so far down his throat you were amazed he hadn’t gagged yet.

“Okay firstly, how is he so good at that? and Secondly, what the fuck!” You exclaiemd softly.

“Bucky would know why Steve is so good at deep throating.” Sam laughed, which earned him a punch in the chest from the soldier.

“Fuck off!” Bucky retorted.

Sam started laughing softly and you immediately knew he had some hand in this behavior. You turn to him and raise an eyebrow.

“What did you do Wilson?” You demanded.

Sam burst out laughing louder this time, Steve stopped sucking the Popsicle and looked up at the three of you. All of you quickly turned back to the files in front of you, pretending you hadn’t been watching him.

“I can’t believe he is so guillable.” Sam said in a low voice,

“What did you say to him?” Bucky asked.

“I showed him how to deep throat a Popsicle and said that’s how the kids are doing it these days, and he fell for it, the dumbass.” Sam snickered.

“oh this is good, this is so so good.” Bucky said, grinning devilishly.

You looked back up at Steve, happily deep throating his Popsicle and decided to go up to him and have a little fun.

“Hey Stevie.” You said, walking up to him. “Whatcha up to?” you asked, trying hard not to grin at the current depth the Popsicle was in his mouth.

“Working, like you should be.” He mumbled.

“Enjoying that Popsicle, huh?” You said, biting your lip and trying not to laugh again.

He nodded and frowned at you, “Why are you making that face?” He said suspiciously.

“What face?” You replied, innocently.

“You’re up to something, I know it.” Steve snorted, then put the Popsicle back in his mouth as he looked back down at the file in front of him. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you pulled out your phone and quickly snapped a picture of Steve.

Behind you, you hear Sam and Bucky howl with laughter and Steve suddenly catches on that something is up. He stands up straight and glares at you, “What did you do?” He demands.

Keeling over with laughter, you could barely string a sentence together you were laughing so hard. “Sam...did...it...” You laughed loudly.

Steve looked at Sam and then back at you, “Did what?” he asked confused and annoyed at the same time.

You composed yourself and called out to F.R.I.D.A.Y. “Hey Friday, can you do me a favor please, google deep throating. I want to show Captain Rogers here something.”

“Searching the internet for deep throating.” F.R.I.D.A.Y responded. The nearby screen flashes to life and suddenly multiple images and videos of women just full on choking of cocks appeared on the screen and a video started playing. The very loud, enthusiastic actor and actress in the video just full on going for it.

“What the fuck!” Steve exclaimed trying to shut off the screen before anyone walked in and saw this. Sam and Bucky are now almost on the floor they’re laughing so loudly, gripping onto each other as they did.

You hold up your phone showing Steve the picture of him eating his Popsicle, “Look familiar.” You smirked.

Steve looked at your phone and then at the porn before him, then his ‘murderous I’m about to beat the star spangled fuck out of you’ glare turned to Sam.

“I am going to kick both your asses up and down this compound, .” Steve exclaimed, storming across the room towards Sam and Bucky. Both of whom were scrambling to their feet, and making a very hasty exit. Just as Tony walked into the room.

“Ugh, who is watching porn on the screens in the rec room again? i thought I told you guys to keep it in the bedrooms!” He yelled after the three of them, which made you laugh harder and pull out your phone. You had to get all this on camera.

“I don’t know why I bother putting screens in everyone’s rooms” he grumbled to himself, “Fucking bunch of horny teenagers.”

What a bunch of children. Still funny though.

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tywvin-archive · 6 years

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below the cut are various tags i was tagged in!

rules: repost and answer the 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to get to know better

i was tagged by @rcbbstark tysm franzi!! <33

tagging: @lilttlebird @gabannas @leejordan @lesbianathene @helenstroy @zenik @thisbes @lokiofasgcrd @sirius

NICKNAMES: john, leni, lennister, ele

HEIGHT: 5′3″? 5′4″? i’m short you get the idea

ORIENTATION: bi

FAVOURITE FRUIT: apples or granadines i’m so basic ik

FAVOURITE SEASON: winter!!!!

FAVOURITE FLOWERS: poppies, carnations, sunflowers, and dandelions (are those even flowers?)

FAVOURITE SCENT: rain, lavender, the sea, new books, new stationery

FAVOURITE COLOUR: dark green and navy blue! and pastels

FAVOURITE ANIMALS: it used to be dolphins but i guess it’s cats now. i also really like horses and bulls for some reason? and lions because lannisters, you know

COFFEE, TEA OR HOT CHOCOLATE: all three? i can’t choose tea

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: it ranges from 0 to ~5 to 11, it’s either one of those three, no in between

CAT OR DOG PERSON: cat

FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: tywin lannister + brienne of tarth + jorah mormont + leia organa + han solo + indiana jones + asha the iskari + torwin + inej ghafa + kaz brekker + jesper fahey + bilbo baggins + sherlock holmes + many more but i’ll make it way too long

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: one in summer and 2+ in winter

DREAM TRIP: greek islands, japan, route 66, south america

BLOG CREATED: march/april 2018!

# OF FOLLOWERS: 1.5k

RANDOM FACT: i can’t stand william shakespeare even though i have to admit (painfully so) that he is an absolutely amazing writer

i was tagged by @ladymargeary thanks! <3

tagging: @casterlys @polydeuce @barbara-minerva @okoie @dracoluciusmalfoys @maiaroberts

name - john

star sign - capricorn

height - 162cm? 163cm? idk anymore

put your library on shuffle; what are the first 4 songs that came up?

hot n cold - the baseballs

no more lonely nights - paul mccartney

jailhouse rock - elvis presley

red balloon - never shout never

grab the book nearest you and turn to pg 23, what’s on Line 17? a moment before, she had seemed to need counselling from me

ever had a poem or song written about you? i wanna say yes because i think so but i can’t remember so nope i guess

when was the last time you played Air Guitar? i don’t usually play air guitar so, months ago

who is your celebrity crush? elvis presley

what are 1) a sound you hate, and 2) a sound you love

forks scratching on a plate

storms

do you believe in ghosts? kinda?

how about aliens? ABSOLUTELY

do you drive? not yet

if so, have you ever crashed? nope

what was the last book you read? i’m currently reading the last namsara by kristen ciccarelli the last one i read was utter crap so i’m not even listing it

do you like the smell of gasoline? hell yes

what was the last movie you watched? get out

what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? i had a serious illness when i was little but i think that doesn’t count as an injury so, i guess that time i bumped my head into concrete floors and almost passed out i fainted so hard i started trying to solve equations in my head to see if something had gone wrong. idk why? i’m horrible at math, there are other times but not really feeling like mentioning them

do you have any obsessions rn? s t a t i o n e r y & organization

do you tend to hold grudges against people who’ve done you wrong? whoops yeah

In a relationship? mentally? yes. physically? hells no, keep them away from me

tagged by @rcbbstark & @nancynwheeler! thank you <3

rules: we’re snooping on your playlist. set your entire music library on shuffle and report the first 10 songs that pop up. then choose 10 victims!

save us - paul mccartney

don’t stop me now - queen

black hole (liar liar) - never shout never

say say say - paul mccartney ft michael jackson

talking in your sleep - the romantics

twenty flight rock - eddie cochran

i need a dollar - aloe blacc

mine - bazzi

chasing pavements - adele

dancing in the street - martha reeves & the vandellas

tagging: @leiaaorgana @murmuroftheland @polaroids @sirius @kazrietveld @shcdebarrow @dovageidys @hwppers @aragohn @peterparkarr

my top 5 ships!

tagged by: @daeneryn tysm <3

television:

1. jaime & brienne (got)

2. jorah & daenerys (got)

3. cersei & the iron throne (got)

4. jake & amy (b99)

5. emily & sylvia (the handmaid’s tale)

+ sherlock & watson from the bbc series

books:

1. achilles x patroclus (tsoa)

2. ari & dante (aaddtsotu)

3. jesper & wylan (soc)

4. sherlock & watson (conan-doyle)

5. asha & torwin (iskari)

superheroes:

1. steve & tony (marvel)

2. steve & diana (wonder woman)

3. steve & loki (marvel) liza told me about this ship and... wow i love it

4. wade & vanessa

5. wade & colossus

disney:

1. mulan & li shang (mulan)

2. moana & the sea (moana)

3. tiana & naveen (tiana)

4. ariel & moana (i really want gay mermaids okay)

5. mufasa & sarabi (the lion king)

tagging: whoever feels like doing it!

rules: answer 20 questions so your followers can get to know you better, and tag 20 other people you’d like to know better.

I was tagged by @marttell, thanks feli! <3

name: john

nicknames: answered above

zodiac sign: answered above

height: answered above

languages spoken: spanish, english, and a tiny bit of portuguese

nationality: spanish

favorite fruit: answered above

favorite season: answered above

favorite scent: answered above

favorite color: i’ve already answered this 34649846 times so! have some palettes (just like feli did bc i’m an unoriginal bitch)

favorite animal: answered above

favorite fictional character: answered above

coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: answered above

number of blankets you sleep with: answered above

when your blog was created: answered above

favorite subject: greek! oh i love greek damn

currently watching: i’ll probably start some new shows! but idk which ones yet

favorite band: the beatles

instruments played: i could play a bit of guitar but i think i’ve forgotten everything i knew

favorite book: The Song Of Achilles - Madeline Miller

I’m tagging: whoever wants to do this!

#🏷: tag games

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lunaofthevalley · 6 years

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I D E A S

Soo...with "Steadfast Tin Soldier" coming to an end, and me currently having no requests, I have thought about starting another little mini series and I have some ideas only I don't know which to pick, because I'm just that indecisive. These are te ideas:

Steve x reader mini series based slightly on Cinderella. Where reader is an intern or assistant or works on something at the compound and she gets invited to Tony Starks anual masquerade gala where Steve becomes infatuated with her for some reason, and well you know what happens after the ball.

Peter Parker x reader, slightly based of the Little Mermaid, where reader saves Peter during a fight and she sings to him or something (idk yet) and then he looks for her and he can't find her because turns out reader is a selective mute, more plot details to come for that one.

If my obsession for fairytales wasn't evident, it is now. I won't be surprised if I end up having fics for every Avenger having to do with fairytales. So help e choose what I should write, the people decide.

In other news the third and final part of SFTS will be up later tonight or tomorrow and the long awaited third chapter of LAM will be up sometime this week or next week.

#harry styles #harry styles masterlist #harry styles one shot #one direction #anastasia #harry styles imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers x reader #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #avengers masterlist #avengers #avengers imagines

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dksartz · 6 years

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A fill for square T1, the little mermaid, on my fairytale bingo card! merman steve head over fins in love with dry land, the concept of wearing boots on feet, and also with this funny gorgeous human who has no idea who he is (yet). might make a companion/continuation piece for fun, idk.

:D :L

#stony fairytale bingo #capimanniversarybingo #stevetony #fairytale bingo #bingo fill #stony #tony stark #steve rogers #captain america #merman #merman steve #merman steve rogers #au #mcu au #little merman au #little mermaid #doodles #dksartz

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marvelcriminalhoe · 2 years

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The Vampire Kings Religion

Soft Dark! Vampire! King! Steve Rogers x Female! Human! Religious! Reader

Chapter 2

word count: 1,248

Series Masterlist

Steve was getting restless. It’s been a week since he announced his search for a wife, only to still come up empty handed in his search.

All of the females he has met, swiftly ended moments later. His Advisors, the ones going through all of the evaluations, bringing forth the ones they deem best suited for the King, have asked Steve to at least give his potential suitors a chance before dismissing them. He threatened to rip off their heads if they question his decision again.

Steve knows it seems as if he hasn’t given anyone a chance. But he believes when he sees her, he will just know they are meant to be.

The advisors started with the vampire candidates, moving into the elves when none of them panned out. Witches, werewolves, banshees, and mermaids, Steve even met a few fairies. None of them right for the King.

And now, the advisors are having to sift through the human candidates. They’re afraid non of these woman will be good enough either.

Surely he wants more than some human mate.

You had heard of the announcement, everyone had. But you didn’t pay much mind to it.

Why would you? You were human. Sure, there have been creatures that intermingled with each other, creating half breeds and mixes alike. But those are very few, and you’ve never heard or seen of any creature getting with a human.

Also taking note that you’re father owns the church. The same church that prays for creatures like the king, to burn. You have been raised to detest their way of living, to stay away from their barbaric traditions and ceremonies. You’ve been raised to shun yourself, from everything that isn’t human, cutting yourself off from living in a world where they walk free. Your father hates them, loathe them, and all of his followers are the same. You’ve been raised to hate them.

But part of you doesn’t. Part of you never has. Your mother used to tell you bed time stories of all the creatures legends and traditions. She used to describe how beautiful they were. She used to tell you to open up your heart to the creatures of the world, to allow your soul to be understanding of the different ways of life around you. You would fall asleep dreaming of making friends with all sorts of different creatures, joining in on their way of life, celebrating your differences together. Your father used to call her naive. He would tell her she was too trusting of the beasts, and one day, it would be her demise.

He was right, of course. Your mother died at the hands of the monsters among you. You remember the day your father came home, so distraught, telling you she was gone. Murdered by those demons.

You stopped dreaming of living in their world after that.

So, when you heard the news that the King was planning on taking a wife, you didn’t think anything else of it. He’s a vampire, the highest of all creatures, and you, in their eyes, are just a weak, pathetic human.

He was made of evil darkness and you were a good, religious girl.

“She’s pretty.” Nat says, looking at the photo of the girl in her hands, reading the files left by the advisors.

Bucky scoffs, “She’s human Nat.”

The redhead rolls her eyes at her husband, “So were we, James.”

Bucky doesn’t respond back to her, only mumbling under his breath. Steve watches them bicker back and forth over the remaining candidates, holding out his hand to Nat for the picture of the girl, “Let me see.”

Nat hands him the photo, and as he lays his eyes on the girl, he almost feels as if time stopped. She was beautiful, yes. But the look of innocence in her eyes, the kindness in her smile, the radiant joy shining off her skin…

She’s perfect.

“I want to meet her.” He announces.

Bucky hums, reading the file that they have on her, “You might want to reconsider that.”

“Why?” Steve questions.

“She’s the daughter of the preacher, so not only is she human,” Nat sends him a warning glare, making Bucky rolls his eyes at her, but continues on, “She’s also one of those religious freaks.”

Steve looks back down to the picture in his hands, taking in all of the details of you. The shine in your eyes, the way your hair falls, the outline of your lips. His mind is already made up. Nothing can deter him from meeting you.

“Get it set up.” He tells them, standing from his chair and leaving the room, still holding your picture in his hands.

The knock on your door draws you from the book you were reading. Believing it to be one of the elders from the church, stopping by to inform you that your father will be staying late, again, you open the door without looking out the window.

Your body freezes, spine going straight, breath hitching. The Vampire in front of you has an expressionless face as he takes you in. He reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out an envelope, handing it out to you.

You stare at him, looking back and for from the letter to his face, before reaching out and taking it. He nods once, speaking to you for the first time, “A car will be by at noon tomorrow.”

He leaves you after that, standing at your front door, brows drawn down in confusion, drowning in your anxiety of the unnamed visitor. You close it after a few moments, locking it behind you.

Looking down at the envelope, you see it’s addressed to you in beautiful cursive writing. Opening it slowly, you pull out the letter, reading the contents of it.

Your breathing becomes heavy again. The air around you almost suffocating. You don’t know which you fear worse, what the letter details, or how your father will respond when he hears of it.

Why would the king want to meet me?

You go about the rest of your night in your normal routine, trying to fight off the nauseating feeling coursing through your body. When your father arrives, the sun had already been set for hours, the stars in the sky shinning brightly, mocking you with their happiness.

“How was church?” You ask him, heating up his dinner, and bringing it to him as he sits at the table.

He huffs, “Mrs.Orlands daughter joined one of those blood brothels.” His face is squished up in disgust, “Can you believe that? Just willingly giving yourself over to those beasts?”

You stay silent as he eats and rants. Once he’s done, and his plates cleaned and put away, you sit down, across from him at the table again. “You’ve been quite.” He observes.

You take in, what should be a calming breath, but ends up just suffocating you more, pulling out the letter and handing it to him. He reads it over, his hatred and disgust painted on his face.

He looks up at you once he's finished, “What did you do?” He accuses.

“Nothing. I swear.” You tell him.

“That monster wants to meet you.” He growls, “He thinks he can just demand this?”

Your voice is a whisper, “He can. He’s the king.”

“He’s not my king!” Your father yells, standing from his chair. He throws the letter onto the table, his chest heaving in his anger. He points a finger at you after a few minutes in silence, “Remember the rules. Remember their tricks. You’ll be going into the devils den, and if you want to make it out, you better remember everything I taught you about those monsters.”

You gulp, nodding your head quickly, “I will father, I promise.”

But deep inside, you feel like a lamb being taken to slaughter.

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