Bucky/Sam/Steve and hmmmm.... underwater AU? 😀
I keep not being able to figure out where to take this aaaaaah.
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Fear pounding in Bucky’s heart, agony throttling through his thoughts, he jolted awake, pivoting up right so abruptly that his boyfriends were pushed away and specks of bio luminescence swirled about him. Panting, terrified breaths burst out of his lungs, bubbles streaming toward the surface in successive waves each time he exhaled.
“Bucky?” asked Steve, tentacles curling with anxiety.
“You okay there, buddy?” Sam said, reaching out a hand, wide fins flapping slowly to maintain his position in the current above the rock on which they’d slept.
“Yeah...” Bucky mumbled, not sure if it was true. The metal of his tail scrapped against stone and he shivered. “I uh...” He huffed out another big breath. “I’m okay.” Hell, he almost thought he meant it.
“Touch okay?” Steve said. Tentatively, he came closer, his eight limbs twisting and approaching without violating Bucky’s space.
Bucky wanted Steve to violate his space.
Bucky needed Steve to violate his space.
“Please?” breathed Bucky.
That was all the invitation Sam and Steve needed. Steve was at his side in a heartbeat, eight octopoid limbs encircling Bucky’s torso, his arms, looping gently down the length of his artificial merman’s tail. Sam settled atop both of them, broad manta chest and huge fins cloaking Bucky and Steve like a blanket. Another slow breath in, another stream of bubbles out...and Bucky’s fears dissipated.
He wasn’t a prisoner of the Hydra any longer.
He wasn’t alone any longer.
Steve was with him, and Sam was with him, and between the two of them...
...between the three of them...
They would never let Bucky sink.
(send me a ship and a trope/AU/kink and I will write a more-or-less three sentence ficlet!)