a soulmates au where your words only show up after you’ve met your soulmate. sort of like an insurance policy, you know, so you’re not left wondering whether every other person you meet is the one if your words are too generic.
in this universe, captain america has been recovered and active for several years now. he runs missions and saves the world with his ragtag team of superheroes formed by SHIELD. steve's become a celebrity, which he doesn't love, but it's something he learns to live with because that's life for public figures in the 21st century.
tony never became iron man because he walked away from his father's legacy the second he turned 18. he and howard are still working on their relationship, but maria couldn't be prouder and tells tony so everyday. he built his own company from the ground up and it's thriving under his leadership. he's only marginally famous these days and he tries his best to stay out of the limelight, guarding his private life as much as possible. that's how it's been for twenty years and he's happy.
they meet on a day when steve is tired, irritable and angry. he's just returned from a mission where two of his teammates were injured because of the faulty information they received. he goes out on a walk to let off some steam and he's just slipping his phone back into his pocket after rejecting fury's fifth call for a debrief when he slams right into tony.
tony was having a good day. he'd just sent out a new set of designs and decided to reward himself for it. he goes and gets himself a fresh, delicious, life-affirming cup of coffee and is just stepping out of the cafe with aforementioned cup when a walking brick wall comes out of nowhere.
good news is, tony had ordered a cold brew. once every few weeks that's just what he's in the mood for and it had been one of those days. bad news is, instead of drinking it he is now wearing it.
sticky and cold and more than a little shocked, tony barely has time to recover and figure out what happened when steve starts tearing into him.
“god damn it, watch where the fuck you’re going! that could have spilled all over me! idiot!” steve yells at tony. and on a normal day, he’d be apologetic and he’d never curse like this at a stranger. but he really didn’t need yet another thing to go wrong today and he’s on a short fuse.
maybe later, when he’s calmed down, he’ll think back on the cute man with the giant brown eyes staring at him in disbelief and start beating himself up over how he behaved.
at the moment, all tony can do is look at steve’s pristine white t-shirt that somehow has not a single drop of coffee on it, then look back down at his own chest. he has no words except, “wow. you’re a fucking asshole.” and he just turns around and walks away.
tony gets home and strips off for a rinse before he gets ready for his flight to london for a week of meetings. all the while he can’t help but think that angry blond man looked vaguely familiar and he can’t place where he knows him from. he doesn’t notice the new string of words tattooed down the side of his thigh until he’s in his hotel room half a day later.
meanwhile, steve gets home after his walk, after he’s checked on his teammates, after sitting with fury for three long hours to debrief, and finally washes the day off of him. before he gets into the shower, he notices something different about his reflection.
along his left bicep are the words, wow. you’re a fucking asshole.
he thinks back on the cute man with the big brown eyes and a chest full of coffee and wonders how in the hell he can fix this mess.
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I'm working on this fic where I'm trying to write an emotionally dark take on post-Winter-Soldier recovery, where Steve & Co capture Soldier-Bucky right after the events of Insight, when he's still almost entirely in the grips of Hydra's programming.
I loved this Sebastian Stan quote someone shared on here: “That’s why he doesn’t kill him. That’s why he saves him. That end scene to me was always like: ‘I don’t know what this is, I just know I’m supposed to do this right now. Whatever this is, I’m supposed to protect this for some reason.” I love the heartbreaking urge to protect Steve being impossible to erase or repress despite everything, but what stands out for me is also that this confirms what his expression and act of walking away seem to say on the riverbank: he has no idea what the hell is going on. His brain didn't go "OMG STEVE" and switch him back over to Bucky Barnes in that incredible final moment on the helicarrier—the wall of programming just got its first tiny crack.
It drives me crazy that the Soldier walks away after saving Steve—he wants to know why he saved him, how he knows him, obviously, but he walks away from the simplest way to find those answers-STAY WITH STEVE, drink hot chocolate under blankets with steve!! It also drives my fangirl heart crazy what a stubborn resilient competent independent SOB post-WS Bucky is. He doesn’t trust anyone and he doesn’t want anyone to own him ever again.
He’s got conflicting lines of thought that lead to the same conclusion: He’s programmed to kill Steve, those are his final standing orders, and obeying orders is all he knows. If he wants to keep Steve safe on some level, he knows that won’t be with him, because of those orders, because Hydra owns him. On the other hand, if he’s realized that Hydra is his enemy, he also knows that SHIELD is Hydra, and Cap is affiliated with SHIELD, and thus can’t be trusted to keep Hydra away from him. And/or he disobeyed orders and abandoned his mission, and he doesn’t know why, but he does know the consequences for doing that, and thus has a lot of resentment for the guy that made him do so.
To be clear, I love the Bucky Barnes character and I think any narrative that casts him as a reformed villain who needs to make up for his past actions is bullshit. He is a victim, not only of what was done to him, but also what he was forced with zero agency to do. Having said that, I’m also totally riveted by the Winter Soldier as a bad guy, a threat, a killer. In the MCU movies he goes off after the Insight debacle and somehow deprograms himself all alone, and the next time we see him in Civil War he’s got his sense of himself as Bucky pretty much back—he’s in control of his actions, he knows his and Steve’s history, and he doesn’t want to hurt people. I’m stuck on what else the story could have been instead of the hand-wave transition from brainwashed murderer to Steve Rogers’ loyal friend. The only traumatic encounters with the Soldier Steve experiences are those in the movie where he’s actively trying to kill him, which that’s definitely bad enough for poor Steve—but what about traumatic emotional encounters? What about Steve Rogers trying to talk and reach his friend, but the person he’s talking to is the Soldier immediately post-Insight, still mentally in Hydra’s possession much more than his own?
Anyway one day this little scene came to me and I'm building this WIP, including these notes, around it. Successfully? Who knows, not me.
He regarded Steve through the glass with a hint of curiosity. His voice was soft and quiet. “Why do you come?”
Steve leaned forward and tried to meet those icy eyes. He couldn’t help it. “You’re my friend. You might not remember me, but I will always be your friend.”
The Soldier tilted his head, still questioning. “That’s why you come here?” Every day, Steve thought he heard unspoken; he wasn’t sure whether Bucky registered his presence at all some days, but maybe every instance was recorded in his mind. Maybe not. What happened to a supersoldier brain when it incurred severe sustained deliberate damage was a riddle they were just beginning to examine.
Steve was determined to be steadfast, but there was little he could do to calm the intensity of what he felt. He wanted Bucky to ask these things, because he wanted him to know these things, and he would tell him again and again forever in the hope he would one day believe him and then remember himself.
“I’m here because I want to know how you’re doing. I want you to know I’m here. I’ll come every day unless you tell me honestly you don’t want me to.”
Still the cocked head, the mystified expression. “You come because…he was your friend.”
He leaned in an inch more and found his forehead touching the glass. “You’re my friend. You are Bucky Barnes. You were born in 1917 and we grew up together. You are a good man. What happened to you…was wrong, and I will do everything I can to make it better, for the rest of my life. That’s a promise.”
The cocked head straightened and it looked like some kind of comprehension dawned. He was looking at Steve in a way he couldn’t remember Bucky ever looking before, and after wondering for a few moments Steve realized it was pity on his face.
“You think he’s here.” The look of pity intensified. “You think you...can talk. To him.”
Steve swallowed. “I…I know he is. I don’t know how to convince you it’s true, but I swear it. We played together as kids and then we grew up and lived together and then the war came and we fought together. And now we’re here. I know you don’t remember, Bucky, but there’s no way I’m giving up on you, even if you never do. I know you. I’ve known you as long as I can remember.”
On the other side of the glass Bucky’s expression had settled into the blank resignation the Soldier often wore. He licked his lips, an oddly human gesture that hurt Steve’s heart, and then said, with what might have been an attempt at gentleness, “Your friend. Is gone.”
Steve took a moment, felt his forehead press a little harder on the glass. “If he’s gone, who am I talking to?”
“What,” the Soldier corrected, and then answered, “Hydra.”
He was going to need a lot of punching bags later. “Emotions don’t help,” Natasha had told him, brisk and flint-hard the way she was when she was being kind. “Men think they understand this, but they don’t. Understand it.”
Steve was beginning to understand. He didn’t howl or pound on the glass or leave to find a fight. Instead he swallowed again and asked with a calm that shocked him, “So you…believe in Hydra? In what they do?”
“The Soldier is the fist of Hydra. Weapons don’t believe. They do not need to. The Winter Soldier. Is. Hydra.”
That was the most the Soldier had spoken in one go.
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Anyway I haven’t seen it yet (doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, just that I haven’t seen it, and the internet is vast and I am one person so) but how about Arranged Marriage MerMay???
The Landwellers are becoming powerful, the Merfolk realize. No longer are they taking to the seas just to explore. Their ships have dangerous weapons now, and they fight each other ruthlessly, until the detritus of the fallen ship lands on the sea floor for them to clean up. The Merfolk have been excluded from these battles, but they realize it can only be a matter of time. Landwellers can’t get them in the Deep, but the Merfolk who live closer to shore, the ones in coastal communities living in peace with the Landwellers, they’re frightened. “They keep taking men out of their homes to board ships,” they tell Queen Sarah tearfully. “What if they find chains for us next?”
Queen Sarah has seen the horrors of war. She lost her dear husband before her kingdom banded together to protect her and her single surviving egg. The last thing she wants is for her people to be pulled into another war, especially against their will. “I’m sorry, Steven,” she tells him gently. “I wish you could have married for love, but we need a treaty sealed with blood, not pearls. The Landwellers might ask for more pearls. They’d be bound legally and morally to protect their own heir’s spouse and his lands, though.”
“I understand,” Steve answers solemnly. And he does. He had always known there were limitations to his happiness as heir to the throne, after all.
Sarah sends scouts for likely candidates, but most of them return shaking their heads, mouths set in apologetic grimaces. She and Steve despair. More ships have fallen to the sea floor recently. Some of the coastal Merfolk have fled to deeper waters in fear.
Bucky returns, and he says, “It’s a small kingdom, but mighty, I think,” and Sarah goes to meet King Howard and Queen Maria of the Stark Kingdom.
Howard drives a hard bargain. He’d been planning his son’s marriage to a different kingdom, and his daughter is too young so she’s out of the question. He demands that Sarah’s kingdom provide Merfolk to guide ships to their destinations safely, to warn of bad weather or misdirection or enemy war ships. He demands the coastal Merfolk be obligated to warn of approaching enemies. He demands the sharing of technologies. He demands that should any of the Stark fleet sink, the Merfolk recover as many bodies and as much cargo as they can and return it for them.
He also offers full citizenship and all the safety that entails to the coastal Merfolk, though. He offers Landweller food in times of scarcity, any materials the Merfolk might need for building or hunting. He offers to build a small castle on the cove closest to open ocean for Steven and his son, Anthony to live, so that Steven might have the same comfort of visitors as his son. He does not ask for money or pearls. He offers her a chest of gold coins. His Queen at his side lifts her head proudly as she displays it.
Sarah has no idea what she’ll do with gold coins except maybe keep them in case she needs to barter with Landwellers at some point, but she agrees, and says that Steven and Anthony will be married when the castle on the cove is completed.
Steve goes and investigates the construction regularly. He doesn’t come out of the sea, but he does watch people hauling stone and wood and hay. It really is a small castle. Nothing like the one he lives in at home. Not opulent like the one at the capital that he’d peeped after going to retrieve his mother to prove they were earnest. They make a moat from the sea up to the castle so that he can swim in. He considers sneaking in after everyone has left for the day, but there are guards, and he worries they might think he doesn’t trust them, so he dives back under the water and goes home.
It seems like the castle takes forever to be built. It also seems like it is finished much too soon.
Steve puts on his armor, shells shining in the sunlight when they surface at the end of the deck where he’s to marry the Landweller prince. There’s more of a crowd than he expected, and he appreciates his mother’s forethought to bring double the amount of guards and all of his friends.
The Landweller prince’s smile doesn’t meet his eyes. Steve laments not pushing to meet earlier. He laments that his own smile doesn’t reach his eyes, either.
“You didn’t come during construction,” Anthony says after Steve has swam through the waterways into their bedroom. “I couldn’t ask how you wanted things decorated. How you eat and sleep. I asked the local Merfolk for ideas, but I couldn’t be sure.”
Steve notices that Anthony is twisting the bracelet he’d given him at their marriage ceremony around his wrist, the tiny shells glittering in the dim lamp light. He hasn’t taken it off. It makes something flip in his chest. “I’m sorry. This is all fine.”
Anthony turns to frown at him. “I don’t want you to be fine. I want you to be comfortable.”
“I’ve never dwelt anywhere that isn’t my home. I wouldn’t be perfectly comfortable anyway,” Steve says, not unkindly. He swims a circle around the pond he’s ended up in. “This is a fine size for sleeping. I’ll tell you if I need any changes after I have some time to adjust.”
Anthony looks pleased with his decision, even if he does frown a little at how shallow the water is. “Alright. Shall I get in with you, then?”
Steve pauses, then turns to face him, frowning. “I wasn’t aware Landwellers also slept in water?” he says, eyeing the bed that Anthony is sat on.
Anthony gives him a flat stare. “We don’t. But we must consummate the marriage.”
Steve stares back at him, stunned. “You want to… consummate. The marriage. With me.”
“With who else would I consummate it?” Anthony asked icily.
“Do we even have the parts for that?” Steve asks, bewildered. “Anthony, one of us could get hurt!”
“I’ve done my research,” Anthony says, and then, “Stop calling me Anthony. I go by Tony among friends.”
“Tony,” Steve repeats thoughtfully, and then nearly swallows his tongue. “Research?!”
“It’s not a true marriage if it’s not consummated,” Tony says. He sounds so reasonable. “At least, that’s what my mother told me. She might have also said that to get grandchildren out of me, though.”
“Grandchildren,” Steve repeats faintly.
Tony scowls at him. “I’m not barren, Steven. My father married me off because he doesn’t believe omegas can rule the throne. Now my sister can inherit, since I’m married off and out of the way.”
“Omega,” Steve repeats, even quieter, and suddenly realized why Howard did not ask for money. Howard assumed he was paying the dowry.
Tony frowns at him in concern. “Do you not call them omegas where you come from, Steven?”
Steve does not know how to explain that “omegas” don’t exist in Merfolk, especially with so many species being able to change their gender if they wish. Some Merfolk choose not to identify as a gender at all. They either produce eggs or produce sperm. He doesn’t know how Tony’s body works. He is suddenly, infinitely terrified of being unable to please him properly. It didn’t even occur to him to do his own… research.
“Steven?” Tony asks, and he sounds so small, curling in on himself nervously, as if Steve’s hesitation is his fault.
“I would like to get to know you first,” Steve says, and it’s not even a lie, even if it is also to buy time for himself. “I’ve never had the opportunity to know a Landweller, and now I’m married to one. Surely we should at least know more than each other’s names before we know each other’s bodies.”
“Oh, well, I… I suppose,” Tony agrees, and he sounds hesitant, but he also sounds somewhat pleased. “Okay, Steven.”
Steve smiles at him encouragingly. “Please, call me Steve. Is there anything you’d like to know about me? I don’t mind talking before we go to sleep.”
“Is it true that you can propel yourself to leap ten feet out of the water?!” Tony asks, enthused, and Steve suddenly finds himself smitten with this side of him, earnest and curious instead of quiet and poised.
“I can jump much higher than that,” Steve answers, hoping he sounds at least half as charmed as he feels so Tony doesn’t lose his nerve. “I’ll show you tomorrow.”
“I look forward to it,” Tony says happily, then adds, “Oh, you can ask me anything you like too, Steve.”
“Do you have a favorite fish to eat? Mine is eel,” Steve says, folding his arms over the edge of the pool and leaning his head on them to listen to Tony chatter about the pros and cons of each seafood dish his country offers.
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