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Once upon a time in a kingdom far away. Sam Wilson is a young officer of the King’s Royal Navy when his ship encounters a heavy storm and capsizes, drowning all of those on board except him. All he can clearly remember of the tragedy is waking up on a beach, a strong grip on his arm and a memory of steel blue eyes and a dazzling smile.
Fifteen years later, the truth about that night is finally revealed.
It’s a simple life. He wakes up at four-thirty in the morning, right before the sun breaches the horizon, eats a small breakfast, pulls on his waders, takes his fishing rod and bucket, and goes down to the bayou by five-fifteen.
What happens when a kind and attractive fisherman meets a sweet and strange merman that lives in the bayou? They fall in love, obviously.
Fisherman!Sam / Merman!Bucky
Sam Wilson is an amazing realtor. He works hard, he takes care of his clients, and he can sell any house he puts his mind to.
Unless, of course, the house happens to be haunted by an irritating, standoffish ghost who died in 1940. Then things get a little more complicated.
Bucky is in the middle of cutting out leaf shapes to stick on the top of his apple pie crust when, through his kitchen window, he sees an angel tumble down from the clouds.
It’s a gray skies kind of evening out in the country, with heavy rainclouds rolling in menacingly, so Bucky’s first thought when he watches a sizeable dark shadow slam right into the corn fields beside his house isn’t oh god, what was that? but rather oh god, is my house gonna be okay? I just bought the thing. But it’s definitely his second thought right afterward.
There’s absolutely nothing in the wake of the fall — no mushroom cloud of dust or dirt or ears of corn. He doesn’t think angel, initially. Obviously.
It’s probably some plane debris that thankfully fell a good few hundred meters from his roof; still, Bucky can’t help but spiral a little as he leans on the granite counter to get a better look out into the dim fog.
It’s inevitable, the way it goes. He’s my friend, Steve says, and he is, he is, he must be. Sam’s best friend is Steve, and Steve’s best friend is a werewolf, that’s just how Sam’s life works now.
But once he realizes he’s attracted to Bucky and Bucky can tell, everything becomes, like, a thousand percent more difficult to negotiate. Sam’s just trying to live his life, that’s all, and he keeps getting confronted by Bucky Barnes in a soft flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair all soft and shiny. Bucky glances over at him and smirks, and this is really very embarrassing, how Sam can’t hide his attraction even if he keeps a totally straight face.
Sam's never been able to confirm his suspicion that supernatural beings live among them. Not until he hauls a mysterious and wounded young merman up out of the Gulf.