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theteaisaddictive · 4 months

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Holiday baking for Belle and Adam? Your choice for which version!

thanks!! sorry for the wait!

"So talk me through your architectural vision for this house," Belle said.

Her kitchen looked like a small bomb had exploded, leaving icing sugar dusted over almost every surface, clumps of icing already stiffening on the worktop, and a category five hundreds and thousands incident that Adam knew was going to end with them finding pieces in the grout of her tiles for weeks afterwards.

"It's a very traditional structure," he said, looking at the picture on the box again. "I'm thinking, quintessential gingerbread house. Eaves, gables, snowy roof, all the good stuff."

"I like it," Belle said, rolling up her sleeves. "Go ham on the decorations afterwards?"

"It's all about presentation," he agreed. "How's the icing?"

"Sufficiently gloopy!"

"Then let's do this. Who's better with the piping bag, do you think?"

"Whoever's got steadier hands. Learned that the hard way." Belle stuck her hand out, palm facing the floor. "Come on," she said, nudging him with her elbow until he also stuck out his hand.

Adam took the opportunity to covertly stare at her hand. Belle's hands were never still; she was always fiddling with her clothes, tinkering with her electronics, or flicking through a book. She loved to paint her nails, and he had grown used to seeing the flashes of colour as she waved her hands around. This week they were painted a deep wine red, for the season. He remembered, about a month back, when Belle had gotten curious about the size difference between them and pressed their hands together to test it. To his surprise, his hands had dwarfed hers; she was always so animated that she often appeared taller and larger than she actually was.

"Yeah, mine are definitely steadier," Belle said, startling him back to reality. "Alright, that means you're holding up the walls for me."

"I live to serve, milady," he snarked back, half-bowing.

Her cheeks turned pink. Was she blushing? Or was it just because the kitchen was hot? Probably the latter, Adam rationalised. He had long resigned himself to keeping his crush on Belle firmly to himself, no matter how much his friends had tried to encourage him otherwise. He had realised he was in love with her a few months ago, after three years of a friendship which had, admittedly, started on shaky ground. They laughed together about so many things - including each other's dating prospects, when the wine was out and they were both feeling mean. He didn't think he could ever face her laughing at him. Not about this, at least.

Adam picked up two of the walls for the gingerbread house, holding them at careful right angles. With calm precision, Belle piped the icing in the join, cementing the two together; with less precision, the trailing end of the icing caught the cuff of his woollen Christmas jumper, which he had worn 'for the festivities'.

"Oh, shit," Belle said. "Sorry!"

"It's alright," Adam laughed. Once he was sure the walls wouldn't immediately fall down, he lifted his wrist to wipe away the icing with his fingers. He popped them into his mouth, the sweetness pleasantly coating his tongue, and had to restrain himself from laughing again at the look on Belle's face as she stared at his hand. "You don't need to look at me like that, Belle -- I'm not a wild animal, I'm washing my hands before I touch the gingerbread again."

"Hmm?" Belle said. She blinked, coming back to herself with a start. "Oh, I -- I didn't -- obviously I know you'll wash your hands." Her cheeks were still pink. He looked at her, frowning slightly, but she wouldn't meet his eyes.

Adam washed his hands, rolling up his sleeves as a preventative measure once he was done. Something was up with Belle today, that much was certain. He could see her eyes linger on his forearms when he turned back around to the half-constructed gingerbread house. A half-forgotten tweet came to mind -- hadn't it said something about how women liked it when men rolled up their sleeves?

For the first time, Adam dared to hope that maybe his feelings weren't so unrequited after all.

"Halfway through," he said.

"A third, surely?" Belle said, scrunching up her face as she thought. "We'll need to do the roof as well."

"Good point. Let's do this!"

They succeeded in constructing the rest of the base without further damage to Adam's clothing. The roof was a more difficult matter; after two failed attempts, Adam ended up holding a gable in each hand to keep them over the base as Belle carefully piped up the centre. He should have been watching the gingerbread; instead, his eyes were on her face. The little furrow between her eyebrows that only came out when she was concentrating hard on something, and the dent of her teeth biting her lower lip.

He was so absorbed in her, in fact, that he had no time to react when Belle finished icing the roof and triumphantly flicked the piping bag upwards. For the second time, he was covered in dribbles of icing. He could feel it on his chin, and was thankful that he'd shaved this morning.

"Oh, my god," Belle laughed, "I'm so sorry!"

"Why do you keep coating me in icing today, Belle? Am I not sweet enough --?"

He was cut off mid-sentence by Belle grabbing his jaw and wiping off his chin with her fingers. Her fingers on his cheek were cool, her grip so loose that he could've broken it by turning his head. But Adam was rooted to the spot by the look in her eyes. She slipped her icing-covered finger between her lips, and he felt the breath shudder out of him. He had no idea what his face was doing, but he was so close that he could see her pupils dilate in response, brown drowning in black. Her eyes darted over his face, flicking down to his lips before going back up to his eyes.

"Belle?"

Her hand moved, cradling his jaw instead of gripping it. "Can I . . . ?" Her thumb brushed against the corner of his mouth.

Adam leaned over the countertop, bending his head down to meet her lips in a soft kiss. It was a gentle kiss, almost shy; when Adam dared to open his mouth and press his tongue against her lips, he could taste the lingering sweetness of the icing.

They drew apart carefully. For some reason, he was still holding the roof of the gingerbread house, and he let go carefully, so as not to ruin their hard work. "Well?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," Belle said, and for a moment his heart dropped through his stomach and all the way down to the floor. "I could still taste the icing. To properly assess whether or not you're sweet enough, I think I'd need to kiss you again." Oh, she was bright red this time - definitely blushing.

Adam stepped around the worksurface and placed his hands on her waist, unable and unwilling to stop the massive smile on his face. "I think I can accept those terms," he grinned. She wound her free hand into the collar of his jumper, pulling him down into another kiss - this one much more eager than the first.

The best part of an hour passed that way, before they finally remembered the abandoned gingerbread house that still needed decorating.

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leisurelypanda · 2 years

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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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