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Prompt Post 1

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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

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Bucky/Steve, A/B/O, beta!Bucky and formerly omega!Steve is now an alpha after the serum

(Anonymous) 2014-04-18 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
A/B/O universe, whatever other worldbuilding/mechanics of that you'd like. Pre-serum, Steve was an omega, and Bucky was a beta who loved his friend but definitely wasn't interested in him sexually because of his status. Now, after the serum, Steve's an alpha, which means that Bucky's finding himself seeing Steve in a whole new light. Genetics, man.

(I envision this set during TFA, but if someone can make it work during or after TWS, go wild!)

Re: Bucky/Steve, A/B/O, beta!Bucky and formerly omega!Steve is now an alpha after the serum

(Anonymous) 2014-04-18 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
I've been dying to see someone write something like this. Hope it gets done~!
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[fill] Sea Change (1/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O)

[personal profile] amandajean 2014-04-18 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
And with that, I fell headlong into the Cap fandom. Once this is done, I'll give it an edit and throw it up on ao3.


Bucky navigated the days after his rescue like he was in the dark, using the routine of military as the walls he'd feel along in his hunt for a light switch or a door. Nothing sat right, in that same distant way that sleep deprivation didn't sit right. Everything smelled cold, everything tasted like air or his own saliva, and only the muscle memory of breaking down and reassembling his rifle seemed to ground him at all.

When he dreamed at night in the barracks, it was always needles. Needles, the claustrophobic squeeze of straps.

Needles. Straps. Name, rank, serial number. He kept himself busy so he wouldn't have to dream too much during those first few days back.
By the end of the week, when Bucky could smell the smoke from the makeshift campfires again, the shitty coffee used to douse them lingering in the ashes, he got his first real whiff of Steve Rogers since before he'd shipped out.

Bucky's body locked up like the brace before a fall, but he stayed upright. Steve, sensing none of it or happy to ignore it, was matching his stride to Bucky's on their way to the mess, in uniform but his helmet elsewhere. He was saying something, his same cheery but mild small talk that he'd kept up over the last few days, little pauses so Bucky could say his piece if he liked, but Bucky's shocked blood was rushing in his ears and drowning out the words.

The smell of his sweat, of his damned pheromones, was entirely new. He knew what Steve smelled like, wasn't likely to forget it after it seeped into his own clothes and his bag and their shared furniture back in Brooklyn. Steve smelled—weakly—of an omega. Rich, buttery, what Bucky had started to think of as homey. He had since they were kids, and it barely changed during what passed for Steve's puberty.

Now there wasn't anything soft or weak or homey about him. He smelled like alpha, like the bite of wintergreen in the air, almost alkaline.

Bucky's steps only faltered for a second, and then he was walking normally, the mess a few yards away. Just once he breathed so deep his nostrils flared. In his peripheral, Steve's body was a head—two heads—taller than it should have been.

"They sure did a number on you," Bucky offered, some tension or accusation in it. The smell was like a veil that had settled over him, maddening, impossible to ignore.

Steve's head dipped down a little, chin nearly touching his chest, but then he lifted it. "Yeah," he agreed.

That was all they ever said, all they'd ever have time to say, about Steve Rogers' new designation. Bucky was going to make some crack about it, the same way he'd made a crack or two about Steve's new body, once he could find it in the shuffled deck of cards that was his mind.

Steve entered the mess first. Bucky took a moment to rub his tight throat where his scent glands had perked up like they had any right to respond to Steve. His fingers and palm slid across the bristle of stubble, and Bucky swallowed hard when his hand came away smelling like willing.
Edited 2014-04-18 10:33 (UTC)

Re: [fill] Sea Change (1/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O)

(Anonymous) 2014-04-18 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh wow. Not OP but yes please. Can't wait for the next part!

Re: [fill] Sea Change (1/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O)

(Anonymous) 2014-04-18 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh boy yes. I love this writing style. The imagery works well and feels so real - the beginning one especially, about Bucky feeling like he's in the dark.

Re: [fill] Sea Change (1/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O)

(Anonymous) 2014-04-19 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
I love this.

but I'm wondering...if the super soldier serum made Steve into an alpha. Maybe Zola's experiments turned bucky into an omega,and thats why hes reacting that way?=0
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Re: [fill] Sea Change (1/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O)

[personal profile] amandajean 2014-04-19 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm gonna get in to Zola's experiments a little bit, and that's a neaaat theory that I almoooost want to use, but it's not quite this fic? This will actually go well into post-TWS territory, so we see the long reaching consequences of what happened to both of them. :>

Re: [fill] Sea Change (1/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O)

(Anonymous) 2014-04-19 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
This is true.just omega Bucky came to mind while reading thiiiis
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[fill] Sea Change (2/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O)

[personal profile] amandajean 2014-04-23 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
I've been fiddling with worldbuilding details, so it hasn't come as quickly as I'd like. Thanks for holding tight!


They interviewed Steve and Bucky over and over for the reels, between shots of Bucky staring down his scope at nothing and Steve letting his shield ricochet off of walls so he could catch it in one expert hand. Somewhere in there, the story of how they met transformed into something out of legends. No mention of Steve's status back then, but they'd met when they were kids anyway, supposedly too young to care about designations, and they didn't get segregated till junior high.

Kids in the schoolyard played with instinctive traits without the full force of biology to back them up. Bullies formed packs and picked on the little ones. Teachers did their best to pull them apart, but everyone quietly accepted that it was training for the real world, just alphas being alphas. Betas watched on the sidelines with a rubbernecker's gaze, and omega children learned by middle school how to lower their eyes and their heads when it got hot.

Except Steve. He yelled in some stupid bully probably-alpha's face until he got whacked in his own, and Bucky looked up from his game of hopscotch to see what all the fuss was about.

Tiny Steve Rogers fighting the bullies until his knuckles were raw and they had him buckling over on the blacktop made for a good story, and James Buchanan Barnes sauntering over and ending it all with a shove and one good punch made it even better. Bucky was pretty sure there was a trading card with his mug on it now, the origins of their childhood friendship immortalized underneath. Maybe somewhere in the fine print they put down his status, disappointing in the face of all that puff. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, Beta. Had a kind of poetry to it. Much better than Sergeant Barnes, ace sniper and plucky sidekick.

Thing was, not once in any of that press did anyone mention why a bunch of eight year olds were trying to loosen a few of Steve's teeth. Sure, he was tiny, everyone in America knew that and clucked over it, but—he was tiny because he was a sickly little omega, small for his age and his designation both. And no one seemed to want to talk about that. It was a footnote, not part of the story the army wanted to sell. Just like Bucky's status.

Bucky thought, back then, and even when he shipped out, that they were an odd but matched pair; Steve so tiny and forceful, Bucky with the authority of a designation he could ape but didn't feel, not where it counted.

Bucky didn't feel like part of a matched set anymore.

For one, the smell that was as familiar to him as the humid grime of Brooklyn in summer, it was all messed up. Aside from what his body was doing in response to it, sending fifty kinds of wrong signals, it didn't smell too familiar. It didn't remind him of the Steve he'd left behind, the one he could all but tip over with a strong shove. Whatever they did to him changed him on a fundamental level, and if Bucky thought about that long, he'd get pissed.

He looked wrong, he smelled wrong, and his wrongness was taking Bucky down with him. Not once in over fifteen years had Bucky smelled anything but the coziness of Steve's omega scent. Not once had he felt something but the warm rush of brotherhood.
Edited 2014-04-23 04:32 (UTC)
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[fill] Sea Change (3/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O)

[personal profile] amandajean 2014-04-23 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Barnes, look at the goddamn camera already!"

His training meant he didn't spook at the sudden yell, but Bucky turned slitted eyes on the newest grunt sent to capture the Howling Commandos and Captain America in their glory.

"All right, keep your pants on." He scowled and slung his M1941 across his shoulder.

It was another round of looking artfully rugged off in the woods, on some fake milk run mission, strutting for the camera. Steve was up front and center, when he wasn't bent over fake maps and miming orders, and Bucky caught him turning his head to try and get a glance.

"How much film you got left?" Dum Dum asked.

"Enough," the guy said. Bucky knew without lifting his head he was an overcompensating beta, nervous around so many alphas. Unwashed alphas. Bucky took his hygiene seriously, his dad taught him how important it was to stay as clean and dry as possible, but apparently not all the commandos got that same talk. Most of them reeked of mud, sweat, coffee, and astringent alpha pheromones.

"I think you've got enough shots of us looking intimidating to make three films, pal," Dum Dum said, tone amused and holstering his pistol.

"Maybe we should take a break," Steve said seriously, still trying to get a look at Bucky out of the corner of his eye.

"Cap's orders," Morita said, grinning, and like that, everyone dispersed.

Bucky planned to go sit in the truck and warm up, but Steve stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Hey, you all right?"

"Just bored," Bucky said with an easy shrug, flashing his teeth. Steve's vicinity, Bucky was still getting used to that again. "Wishing we were back out in the field instead of cooling our heels, you know?"

It was bullshit, or pure laziness, that said betas and omegas couldn't regulate the response of their scent glands. A biological response, sure, but if folks could be taught not to blush, it was nothing to avoid sending out the wrong signal. Only time there was a problem was during an omega's cycle, when nature took hold and didn't let them for a few days. There were supplements to help if it got painful, and even suppressants, but they had a litany of side-effects.

Steve never needed the supplements or the suppressants, which was good because they'd had a hard enough time paying to keep a roof over their heads as it was. He got sick so often, got weak and feverish and cranky, that if he fell victim to estrous sickness, Bucky couldn't tell the difference between that and a bad flu.

With Steve so close, it was an effort for Bucky to keep the smell of his willingness contained, but now that he knew about it, it wsn't going to sneak up on him. Steve couldn't know. Bucky couldn't wrap his own mind around it, and he had no plans to make things more awkward between them.

"Okay," Steve said, eyes carefully tracking Bucky's face. He dropped his hand.

Right. Making things more awkward. Steve knew something was up, he was too sharp and knew Bucky too well not to notice the strange beats between them, but with any luck he attributed it to his brand new size.

He wondered sometimes if it was the serum making Steve especially potent, if he had that effect on every alpha and omega he came into contact with, because he'd certainly never responded to a male alpha before. Bucky didn't dance backward, despite plenty of opportunity; he stuck to women, and he stuck to betas for the most part.

Maybe it was something Zola did to him, even. Now that was a happy thought.

"You want food? I stuck some rations in my bag."

"My hero," Steve said. His new metabolism made him ravenous, and he was too polite to say anything about it.

The two of them shuffled off toward the truck, Bucky's rifle by his side and Steve's shield anchored above his shoulders like wings, and Bucky jostled Steve with a butt of his shoulder, just to show him he wasn't sore. Steve grinned at him and slung his arm around Bucky's shoulder, which had the unfortunate consequence of sending a wave of clean, crisp, Steve at him. Bucky's knees nearly went weak, and he worked his jaw while he fought to keep an answering response from leaving his skin.

They'd get back to themselves sooner or later. Bucky would stop glancing down to meet the eyes of someone a foot a change shorter, and Bucky's body would get the message and shut down these haywire responses.
Edited 2014-04-23 05:46 (UTC)
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[fill] Sea Change (4/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O), imminent TWS spoilers

[personal profile] amandajean 2014-04-23 10:55 am (UTC)(link)
It wasn't like it mattered. If Steve found out, he might in his bleeding heart and out of fondness for Bucky feel obliged—not that Bucky would let him. He was probably busy doodling Agent Carter on every scrap of paper he could find, anyway, and that was the right direction for him to head. Steve could more than hold his own now, and Peggy was a good match for him. Her calm beta scent didn't exactly get Bucky's motor running, but then again, maybe his motor was broken lately.

War was a bad time to think about that sort of thing. They both had their plates full.


Steve stayed glued to his hip like when they were in school, even more than when they lived together. Attentive, almost. Making sure Bucky ate with him and pouring him strong cups of joe. It seemed like the only time Bucky was really alone was when he was off in a high vantage point, finger resting on his trigger, timing his breath with the wind.

The camps they made were necessarily small, and Steve liked to take watch and let the other sleep. Bucky sat up with him most nights and tossed sections of dead tree branches into the fires they shouldn't have made, and Steve looked happy for the company. He sketched in the fire's light when Bucky told him to take a break, and the pencil he used looked tiny in his huge mitt. The flickering shadows made his strong features look even more alien.

It was easy to keep up jokes and camaraderie in bars, when everyone was feeling warm and boisterous and somebody had a tab open. The quiet moments, those were the times it was harder to pretend that nothing had changed.

A cold pint seemed to have less effect on him, and sleep was harder to chase, or at least not as much of an albatross around his neck, dragging him down after a long day. He tried not to think about it. He studied the fire and the stitching on his gloves and Steve's broad shoulders as he drew.

"You should get some sleep," was what Steve always said when Bucky stayed up with him, brows drawn together in a line of concern.

"I'll sleep when the war's over, pal," was Bucky's usual response, half a lazy smile on his face to let Steve know he appreciated the effort.


He fell, and he slept, but the war raged on.
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Re: [fill] Sea Change (4/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O), imminent TWS spoilers

[personal profile] annakas 2014-04-23 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I am so excited for this fic, especially when we arrive ath the current movie point and after it.

Poor Bucky is so confused abotu Steves new bpdu & scent, not to mention his own changed body.

Re: [fill] Sea Change (4/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O), imminent TWS spoilers

(Anonymous) 2014-04-23 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! I've been stalking this and I'm soooo happy to see that you added more parts! Thank you, and very excited for the rest of this!
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Re: [fill] Sea Change (4/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O), imminent TWS spoilers

[personal profile] hosith 2014-05-14 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooh this is a very promising, exciting read. *v* I wonder what Bucky must seem to Steve's senses now. I can't imagine that it's just a one way street here.

Re: [fill] Sea Change (4/?, Steve/Bucky, A/B/O), imminent TWS spoilers

(Anonymous) 2014-05-17 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
i'm all riled up to see where this is going, the changing dynamic of steve and bucky's relationship is sooOO uncomfortable and delicious and this is really good. really good.
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[fill] Sea Change, update

[personal profile] amandajean 2014-06-30 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
Chapter two (wholly new!) has been posted to ao3 here.