spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

This isn't the Little Mermaid

Who: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
When: Various
What: Mermaid AU - Bucky is a mermaid, an apex predator with a curiosity of humans and grows fond of Steve Rogers.
Warnings: Gore, killing for the purpose of feeding, Steve getting into trouble.

Starters inside.

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[ It starts when Bucky nudges him awake and murmurs that the baby is coming -- their child is a week or two early, but it doesn't matter; Steve's been practicing this for days, his paranoia over the safe birth of their child necessitating borrowing the SUV from Natasha for the last three weeks of Bucky's pregnancy, and from then on it's pretty much just as he'd practiced.

He picks his pregnant mate up, and they're out like a shot, into the indoor garage where Bucky is placed into the backseat with the blanket over him, windows tinted to prevent anyone from seeing just who it is that's driving. It has to be done in the sea, this birth, and before long Steve is speeding down a largely empty, quiet road to the nearest beach. ]

Hang on, Buck. We'll be there soon.

[ This year, Steve's decided to introduce something new into their little household. With his beloved guppy and their baby adjusting to life inside their apartment (he takes them to the new beach house he'd bought on the weekends, and weekdays are spent in the city), he knows that this will be the first Christmas that they'll be spending it as a proper little family.

James is napping in the massive tank Steve had specially made, submerged comfortably in briny seawater enriched with minerals fit for a mermaid prince. Steve's just finished tying sprigs of mistletoe to the ceiling lights, above wherever Bucky might be seen to pass -- after all, here's one of the precious things to teach him about; and it's been a lifetime since they had tried getting into the Christmas season proper. ]

Bucky. [ Steve calls out when he's finished tying the last sprig above their bedroom door in a fit of mischief. ] Can you come out here a moment?

[ Bucky is four months pregnant with their second child (Steve hopes it's a girl this time, although he'd be happy with either), and everything has been going as smoothly as it ought. Of course, the changes in Bucky's physiology, the gentle swell of his stomach indicating that the pregnancy has taken hold, stirs up something delightfully primal in Steve, makes him possessive and even more insatiable than he's ever been.

His mate is a mother and there is life growing once again in his womb, and the truth of it is that Steve has never found that sexier and more compelling than now. Which is why he'd pretty much distracted his mate from folding clothes once he'd come home from working up a sweat at the gym, high on endorphins and desire and wanting attention from his mate.

James is asleep in his tank, Steve's made sure of it, and he pushes the stack of clothes from the couch that's standing between him and his pregnant mate, leaning forward to kiss him hard. ]

How about we catch up a little while James sleeps, huh? [ He says sweetly against his lips, wanting to mark Bucky all over again, show the world that he's his. ] I missed you. [ Even though the last time they got frisky was pretty much eleven hours ago. ]

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