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navybrat817 · 11 months

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The Animal Within

Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: Bucky can't help but follow you when you go through his territory. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, background character death, mention of blood, slight possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Meet Wolfie and Little Red! My fourth and final Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 4) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse AND Week 2 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents! Theme - What should I call you? ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by @firefly-graphics and thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer and @buckets-and-trees for the encouragement! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When Bucky was a child, the townspeople warned him not to venture too far into the woods. Dangerous creatures lurked in the shadows and many who strayed far from the beaten path never came back. What they didn't know was that he often did that very thing since he could walk. The townspeople had no reason to fear for him. While they were right that the forest held many dangers, it was also a place of kinship and wonder. He found solace in the trees.

Because even predators had soft sides.

Which was one of the reasons he started tracking you.

Who are you?

Bucky knew every creature in his territory, but hadn’t seen you before. You were stunning and quick as you wove in and out of the trees, a blur of red amongst the green and brown background. You stopped at one point to smell some flowers, as if you didn’t have a care in the world. Something about your scent excited him like nothing else, tempting him to chase you down. He refrained from doing so and maintained a safe distance as he followed, not wanting to spook you. He should’ve alerted Steve and the others the deeper you went into the woods, but he wanted to keep you to himself for now.

As if you were his.

Steve would likely ask him later why he decided to follow you in the first place. The easy answer was that this wasn't your home and he wanted to know why you decided to go through this part of the forest. It also concerned him a bit that you were by yourself. While he had his found family, he wondered why wasn’t someone by your side? Was it by choice?

Why are you all alone out here, little red?

The air was cool in this part of the forest, even with the sun shining through the branches, but it didn't seem to bother you as you stopped to play with a rock. Bucky crouched between two trees, careful not to draw attention to himself as he curiously watched. You were smaller than him and appeared far too sweet for your own good. It was strange how he felt the need to protect you and snarl that you needed to stay alert. You were all alone and anyone could come along and just eat you up.

A snap of a twig drew his attention, lowering his body more when another scent drifted through the air. You, on the other hand, were perfectly content in your own little world. Either you didn't sense the foreboding atmosphere shift or you didn't care.

Why aren't you paying attention?!

Bucky bit back a growl when he spotted the large man coming from the opposite direction, almost blending in with the background as he watched you. The fur on the back of his neck stood up straight when he saw the arrow aimed in your direction. The man had every intention of killing you. It was a cruel way to die, especially when all you were doing was playing in the woods.

Now I have to save you.

As the hunter released his arrow, you surprised both of them by suddenly leaping toward the nearest tree and narrowly avoided getting hurt. You didn’t look down as you climbed up the bark and walked across one of the large branches with more agility than he expected, your eyes on the hunter as he reached for another arrow. You must have sensed him if you were able to dodge his weapon like that. If Bucky didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you were laughing or playing a game.

No time to play around, little red. You can't stay up there all day.

You must have known that, too, since you leapt from the high height and onto the man below.

With a small scream, you tackled the hunter to the ground. He tried to toss you away, but he didn't stand a chance when you bit into his neck. Bucky didn't expect such ruthlessness from you, but he understood why you attacked since the hunter intended to kill you. And while he didn't normally hunt without giving chase, the tear of flesh and tissue from the man's throat urged the beast inside him to join you. He had to help as you were smaller and could still get hurt.

Pack mentality. Nothing more, right?

Bucky jumped through the trees and charged at the man lying in the dirt. He was still conscious enough to throw an arm up to try and defend himself, but it only led to the wolf chomping down and crunching the bone. He relented after a moment, only to join you in biting his neck. Blood hit his white fur and dripped onto the soil, staining the earth and adding the hunter to the long list of fallen souls in the shadows.

Should've stuck to the beaten path.

You snapped your head up at the sound of his snarl, licking some of the blood from around your mouth as you assessed him. You seemingly forgot about the lifeless hunter as you slowly backed away. Bucky didn't approach you and he wasn't your enemy, but refused to lower his head in submission as you hunched your back. He was almost impressed at the fearless flash in your eyes.

You won't win a fight against me.

Your body collided with his a second later, a firm reminder of your speed even though he was stronger. You didn't claw or bite as the two of you rolled away from the body, but you screamed again. Maybe you wanted to warn him that you weren't a creature to mess with. Or maybe you knew he followed you and wanted to retaliate.

It was for your own good.

Bucky got on top of you as you came to a stop. With a small growl and raise of his lips, he went for your throat. He would've bitten through your neck, but he didn't since his intention wasn't to kill you. He wouldn't let you do any damage to him either. The clench of his jaw was a warning of what he could do if you didn't submit and the hold was enough to make you go lax beneath him with a small sound. And it was the pounding of your heart against his fur that made him loosen his hold.

It's okay, little red.

He let go completely at the sound of snapping and shifting bones beneath him. He knew those noises all too well. The shrill shriek you let out faded to a groan as your body stretched, the red fur disappearing into your skin. Your eyes were still glowing as you completed the transformation from a fox to a human.

A beautiful, naked human.

Though the townspeople feared the woods and knew monsters existed, not everyone believed the myth that shifters roamed the land. But here you were, living proof just like him. Maybe that was why your scent called to him, a mixture of something wild and grounding. It was only right that he changed back into his human form, too. It didn't mean he'd give you the satisfaction of moving away while he shifted back, his bones molding and skin stretching with a grunt. His hair fell in his blue eyes as he exhaled, his breathing harsh as he realized just how close your bodies were.

And that he could smell your arousal.

"You know I didn't need you to save me, right, wolfie?" you smiled, bringing a hand to his cheek. He bristled, but not because it didn't feel nice. It was because you touched him without hesitation. "I had it under control."

Wolfie?

"I think you did need my help," he couldn't help but say. While you were a predator, you weren't as dangerous as him. Your touch was too soft. "You should be thanking me."

"Thank you for not minding your own business."

"It is my business when you're in my territory," he reminded you, placing his hands on each side of your head as he stared down at you. The intimidating look didn't make you cower. It made you smile.

Why aren't you afraid of me?

"I guess so," you said, stretching a little and drawing his attention to your neck. It would look beautiful with his mark on it.

No. I'm not thinking about claiming this beautiful, sly stranger.

"You guess so?"

"Okay, it is your business," you huffed softly. "That man killed a lot of defenseless creatures in the west end of the forest, so I lured him here. And if he didn't take me as bait, I figured a wolf would either scare him off or kill him."

Cunning and smart.

"So you did need my help," he smirked.

"I attacked him just fine without you."

True.

"But if you hadn't, you would've had to rely on me."

"Yes, I would have. Because you're so biiiiig and so strooooong and I'm sooooo helpless," you teased, raising an eyebrow when you purposely lifted your hips to touch his. "Well, you really are big."

His eyes slipped shut, but it didn't stop the blood from flowing south. You were so warm and soft. If he spread your legs a bit more and sheathed himself, he wondered just how tight and hot you'd feel around him. Would you cry out for him or whimper?

"You're also smelly and hairy like a dog," you added.

With a growl, his eyes flew open. Instead of showing fear, you laughed. He was so thrown off by the sound that you were able to use your strength to roll him on his back. The sight of you above him, your breasts lightly bouncing from another laugh, was one he'd later dream about.

"You know the thing about foxes? People always underestimate us," you said with a smile. "Because we're smaller than wolves and so cute. We look almost innocent."

Bucky laughed this time, the sound deep as he brought his hands to your hips to steady you. No other reason. "I know damned well you’re not innocent at all."

He held his breath as you leaned down, your nipples brushing against his chest. "And how would you know that?" you whispered, your lips so close he could almost kiss you.

The scent of blood and death was only a few feet away, but the tempting smell of your pussy had his mouth watering. He had to keep a level head though. He didn't know you. "No one innocent would rip a throat out like that."

He wondered just how many men you lured to their deaths with your act.

The hunter becomes the hunted.

The playfulness faded from your eyes as you sat up. Had he touched on a sore topic? "Sometimes we have to do those things in order to survive," you said, lifting your weight off of him. "Thank you so much for 'saving' me."

"Wait," he urged as he sat up, not wanting you to go away so quickly. That should've bothered him that he wanted you close by. Everything about his pull to you should have. "That's not a proper thank you."

"And what is?" you asked curiously, your eyes moving along his body as he stood up. He wasn't ashamed of his nakedness. If anything, he liked that you saw some of his scars.

"Helping me get rid of this body," he answered, nodding to the hunter. He'd already have to explain to Steve that he assisted in killing him, but he wasn't at all sorry. "And I need to make sure you get back to the border safely."

You nodded after a moment. "Not the kind of 'thank you' I thought you'd want, but I'll help," you said, briefly looking up at the sky and avoiding his gaze. "Don't worry about taking me back. I can manage just fine getting out of here. I'm used to going it alone."

I don't like that.

"I'd feel better if I went with you," he said.

"Fine," you agreed, gesturing to yourself when a breeze picked up, goosebumps rising on your skin. "Just wish I had my red cape to cover up. Unless you don't mind the view."

He licked his lips when you did a spin, giving him a view of every delicious curve of your body. "I don't mind," he admitted.

Hell, he was still half hard just from having you against him on the ground.

"I like you, wolfie," you smiled.

"That's not my name," he said, even if the little nickname made him want to smile.

"What should I call you?" you asked, brushing a bit of dirt off his right arm.

"Bucky," he replied, gently taking your arm before you could walk away. "What should I call you?"

You smiled as you gave him your name and moved in close again. "You can call me little red if you want," you told him, your breath fanning against his ear. "Let's get to work."

Maybe once you finished burying the body, Bucky would convince you to tell him a bit more about yourself. Because he wasn't ready to let you leave his territory yet. Not when he sensed you had no one to go back to. And he had a feeling you weren't quite ready to leave yet either.

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buckyalpine · 8 months

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Shapeshifting Bucky

Random thought from the depths of crackfic hell. But imagine an AU where Bucky's time with hydra also included the ability to shape shift on top of his super soldier serum. He can turn into whatever but he really only shifts into a wolf most of the time. Stealthy, huge, strong, agile and an absolute puppy. Werewolf Bucky is the scariest mf to exist. In his wolf form, his fur is nearly jet black, a stark contrast to his beautiful blue eyes. His teeth turn into sharp fangs and his claws could slash through just about anything.

However.

The large furry thing is nothing but a little puppy around you.

Human Bucky struggles to show his affection for you even though he loves you like crazy. He loves touching you but hesitates to do anything. Wolf Bucky has 0 issue hopping onto the sofa he doesn't fit on, attempting to curl up in your lap. He doesn't fit on your lap either and you end up drowning under a heavy mass of dark fur, the chuff he makes as you adjust himself is equivalent to his usual pouty face.

How dare you try and squirm away when he wants pets and cuddles.

And honestly, he's pretty irresistible. Even Tony's found himself petting the soft fur when he walks by, scrunching his face when he realizes who he's petting and cursing to himself immediately after. It's not just Tony either. Most of the Avengers catch themselves mid pet, occasionally shrugging and going back in while shaking their heads at themselves.

That isn't the only thing wolf Bucky enjoys.

“Bucky!” You stare at your boyfriend who was a human last time you left him, now in his wolf form sitting on top of your duffle bag you'd packed for an upcoming mission. There's no way for you to get to it, sitting as its hidden underneath him and it doesn't look like he has any plans on moving. He growls when you try and get closer, daring for you to try and leave when you just got back from a mission earlier in the week.

"Baby, I have to go, you gotta get off" You try to reason with him but he just stares at you with piercing blue eyes. By now you can read his body language and he's not hearing any of it.

Don't think so, stay with me

"C'mon, you know I'll be back soon" You gently scratch the top of his head and he nuzzles into your palm. He tiled his head to the side widening his gaze as best as he could and you couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked, silently pleading with you.

"Aww, don't give me those puppy eyes Barnes, that's not fair" You coo while he lets out a whine, huffing and resting his head on his front large paws until his ears perk up with a bright idea.

"For fucks sake Bucky!" You laugh incredulously when he picks up the bag with his teeth, shaking the clothes out and burying himself under them, happy to be surrounded by your scent and finding another way to keep you there.

"What’s going on" Steve walked by the room, wondering why you hadn't come to the jet yet, eyes growing wide when he saw what his best friend was up to "What the hell"

"Oh my god" Sam looked over Steve's shoulder, snorting at the way Bucky was now half asleep while you were still in your tac suit but your bag now nearly torn to bits. You shrugged, deciding to give up, looking at the over grown puppy waiting for a belly rub, giving the two men an apologetic smile.

Bucky snuggled happily on top of your clothes, his nose nudging into your hoodie, before closing his eyes, ears twitching contently while your on the phone with Fury, coming up with a lame excuse as to why you couldn't join.

Some other things I imagine for wolf Bucky:

He's the cutest thing ever. Sam nicknamed him Sirius Black and he loves it.

Loves eating meat. Eats a lot in general.

Fiercely loyal

Likes to go on walks

I'm sorry for this, I have a headache, instead of taking an Advil and sleeping, I'm out here giving into my ridiculousness, I'll see myself out.

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3twindragons · 1 year

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Shifter Lynx bucky and Shifter flerken Tony inspired by a conversation in a winteriron discord server....(again 😂)

This is a winteriron shifter-au idea that I had to draw because there's not any fic about it (sadly) and because I find hilarious tiny Tony being a flerken.

(Also Bucky is missing one of his front feet and he doesn't have a robotic one when he shifts)

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huffelpuff210 · 3 months

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Running

Dark Bucky, Light stalking, Forced relationship.

:Where Werepanthers and other shifters exist the rarest is Were leopards the reader is used to being on her own until she runs into Bucky Barnes.

You were used to being on you’re own ever since you were a teen when you ran away from you’re parents. You’re parents were Lion’s And when you’re first shift happened they were utterly shocked, But after that they started treating you coldly and abusing you so the first chance you got you ran away, You kept yourself in the mountains where you liked it.

You had about a thirteen mile hike to town and You didn’t mind that either, You didn’t like being around people especially Men, Since you’re father was the one to dish out the abuse, You avoided the opposite sex as much as possible.

You were in the middle of the market when a scent hit you’re nose, It smelled like pine and ceder, It made the hairs on the back of you’re neck stand up, it made you freeze, You looked around trying to pinpoint the smell. You brought you’re food and left the market as fast as possible, You walked back to you’re house as fast as possible. You knew you had to get home, You could feel eyes on you, You didn’t like the feeling you started running you knew whoever had been at the market was following you.

You.You felt as if you were being stalked being another predators prey. You finally arrived at you’re cabin in the mountains. Unlocking the door and slamming it shut.You’re back pressed against the door, You could feel you’re heart hammering against you’re chest. Locking the door, You peeked out of the curtain, You don’t see anyone the snow starting to fall. You’re eye sight was excellent being a leopard you could see in the dark and far away.You’re hearing excellent and so is you’re speed. You let out a breath of relief. You look down and see you’re claws out of you’re fingers even though you were terrified the Leopard in you was ready to fight.

Sometimes you can’t contain it. Sometimes it forces it’s way out when you are backed into a corner.

That night you couldn’t sleep you kept smelling that smell. You could sense the presence You tossed and turned all night, You just knew deep down something was very wrong.

Bucky,

Bucky knew the moment he caught you’re scent in the market that you were special, sure he hated the Colorado mountains, It was to cold being a tiger shifter he hated the cold. But he and his pack of shifter’s were on a mission, HYDRA was capturing weaker shifters and experimenting on them. They carried out the mission and were about to head back to New York But now that he got a whiff of you’re scent he knew he had to have you, You smelled like freshly bloomed cherry blossoms, and the smell drove him wild, But as soon as you bolted he decided to follow you staying in the shadows, Not wanting to risk being seen and spooking you, but he could tell by you’re body language that you knew you were being followed. He knew he had to be careful, Something told him if you knew someone was following you. You would run do anything to escape.

When you finally arrived home he was surprised how far you walked to town on you’re own, And how far away from civilization you were, He was thinking you might be a smaller shifter that’s why you lived so far away from people, But the tiger inside of him told him something different, After he knew you had fallen asleep he snuck into you’re home, the powerful scent almost knocked him down, driving him and his tiger mad. He crept into you’re bedroom where you were sleeping peacefully curled up into a ball almost, You’re back to him,

“Soon sweetheart, You will be my mate.. Soon.” He whispered his knuckles brush

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bucking-mustangs-with-wings · 25 days

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buckxbucky au idea #2:

Lone-wolf John Egan travels into a small town looking for a place to stay temporarily, the full moon only a few days away. Unbeknownst to him, the town is the territory of an established but discreet pack, led by a powerful alpha, the last of a rare bloodline of white wolves, Gale Cleven.

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sunnysideprincess · 9 months

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Tony has a problem. He knows this. He wants to stop, wants to reset and take a step back. But his hands don't listen. They hover and tremble in air, a bare inch away from touching the dangerous beast laying about on the couch.

He has been warned. Bruce, Wilson and Nat told him that Barnes has a tendency to lash out. That Hydra has left a permanent mark on his self. Usually, that would be enough to keep Tony from ever crossing the imaginary line.

But this—

This isn't some careless whisper of bad idea. Tony has put some thought into it.

Hydra kept the Soldier in his human form to make it easier for them to control him. Barnes meanwhile, from the way Cap says it, loved to roam free. He loved to hunt. He loved to chase after everything in the woods. He loved his shifted form. And his kind weren't known to be solitary creatures. Even now, when he is more than part savage, Barnes takes care to spend his days lounging as a giant, snow white beast rather than the stoic, military by-product everyone tried to mold him as.

Tony gets this because the first thing he ever did after coming back from Afghanistan was to disappear and hunt for his Pepper, Rhodey and Obie in his shifted form.

His fingers graze the top mane of the wolf and the next minute, he's on the ground, halfway through his own shift as he stares at the deadly jaws of-well-death.

Inches away from getting his head ripped off, Tony feels his bones contract and his spine arch gracefully. Where at first was a human dumbass genius, now resided a Siamese cat, hissing and pawing at the wolf's muzzle. It takes the larger predator by surprise and Tony takes immediate advantage of that momentary shock to twist his way out from under it.

"Mrrreow," Tony bawls once he's a safe distance from Barnes, then immediately hisses when the Wolf growls at him.

The argument goes back and forth. Long enough that Jarvis alerts the others.

But then miracle of miracles, Tony bobs his way across the distance between them and stubbornly sits himself under the wolf.

Bucky is confused. Terrified too. He can hurt Stark. He will hurt Stark if this keeps up. Hydra left him more of a subdued human than animal for seventy years. There is a lot of back log when it comes to his wolf's hunting instincts. If he accidentally sets his predatory senses on the small cat then they are both goners. Even Stevie can't protect him if he ends up killing Tony Stark.

Stark bumps his head under his jaw and purrs.

And oh...

Bucky feels his body shudder in a pleasant hum. Stark rubs his head on him and licks, cleans and grooms the wolf's fur in earnest, occasionally hissing and guiding Bucky's face with his paws.

And that's how the team finds them: Tony in his shifted form grooming Bucky's wolf aggressively, while the later lays on the floor, resembling a pile of blissed fur.

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gaysindistress · 7 months

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Blue Star & a Coyote in love

Pairing: shifter!Bucky x Native American!reader

Summary: Ever the trickster, the coyote shifter named Bucky has fallen hopelessly in love with a woman who will never share his affection.

Warnings: I didn't mean for this to get dark but here we are. violence, death, bucky being Joe Goldberg in the worst way, blood.

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: ahh this is so different from anything else I've posted! I hope that everyone loves it and let me know if anyone wants more of Blue Str and Coyote Bucky.

It's important to note that this is a dark retelling/twist of Native myths about Coyote and that means the reader is Native as are most other characters aside from Bucky. He isn't Native in the MCU and I will not write him as if he were, however, he does take on Coyote the trickster's persona. Coyote is known to go to extreme lengths to get what he wants so to me, it makes sense for him to appear as a white man (aka Bucky) when he wishes.

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Night after night, day after day, dance after dance, the man others called Coyote yearned for me. When the deep red skies and yellow sun gave way to the brilliant blue night sky, he would wait for my sisters and I to emerge. In a clearing, he would lay on his back to admire the way we danced and laughed throughout the night. Never did he try to reach for us or call to us although I knew he wanted to.

I could feel it in the heavy stare that stayed on my back each night. I could see it in the way his lips would part in amazement when I danced alone. I could see it in the way his pale blue eyes twinkled when I looked at him.

My sisters would giggle amongst themselves as we danced across the sky. They’d say things like “once again the blue star outshines us all” or “the coyote has fallen for you, blue star” but it was all in good fun. I knew they did not envy the affection he showed me. He was the Coyote after all, the famed trickster that everyone knew of. He had brought fire, among other things, to earth but also brought the first lie. He had been the hero for some and the great villain to others. He was not a man…no… creature to be trusted so his apparent interest in me didn’t mean anything to me.

All it did was bring me worry and concern when one night he was no longer laying on his back in the clearing.

I freeze when I don’t see him and it causes one of my sisters to fall into me.

“Blue star,” she starts, ready to rip into me for halting our dance but she too freezes when she sees what I saw, “he’s gone?”

I look at her over my shoulder, “he can’t be.”

“Can’t be? Have you grown fond of the trickster?”

“No,” I shake my head as strands of hair that escaped from my two braids blow into my face, “no he is there every night. If he is gone, I fear something must have happened.”

My sister, Yellow Star, rolls her eyes, “to him?”

“No,” I say again, growing frustrated that she is not hearing what I am saying, “I…I don’t know but it’s not good.”

Another sister, our eldest, motions for us to carry on and follow the rest towards the mountain we pass each night. We follow but I keep looking towards the empty clearing as we return to our dancing. A deep unease fills my body as the heavy fabric of my dancing robe bounces around me. The fringe at the bottom hits my legs as if to tell me to “keep moving, keep dancing, forget the Coyote” and I obey.

My sisters are dressed in cream robes with various animals weaved onto their backs. Only I am dressed in a robe made of blues weaved to mimic the night sky however I don’t blend in. Instead I become a shining star for all those to follow when lost at night. My robes and dance give hope to those who cannot find their way. I provide comfort to strangers and family alike as we take our place in the sky.

Soon I forget the dread that has filled my stomach and again I’m laughing with my sisters, twirling and stomping through the clouds. We reach the mountain before I realize and I smile widely at the sight, my sisters sharing a similar look. We descend towards the mountain peak when our youngest sister, Pink Star, lets out a scream of terror. The eldest few race to her, yanking her from the clutches of an unseen force. She cries as she holds her leg, blood spilling from the torn flesh. They surround her as we all land on the mountain and search for the thing responsible.

The dread in my stomach has reached my throat, clasping down with a phantom hand. My feet move without my approval and I find myself walking away from the group, towards the creature that lurks beyond the trees.

Yellow Star grabs my shoulder and gently pulls me back. She gives me a worried look as my eyes stay focused on the tree line.

“I can feel it too,” she whispers to me, “he’s here.”

As if even uttering that calls him, the Coyote’s yellow eyes flash in the black space between the trees. His light footsteps turn heavy and those yellow eyes morph into the pale blue eyes I’ve memorized. He looks like a human aside from the elongated fingers where claws lurk and pointed ears that hide beneath his shaggy brown hair. Dressed in all black, he blends in with the darkness around him no matter how brightly we may shine. A shutter races through my body when we lock eyes and a smirk grows across his face.

“What do you want?” My eldest sister, White Star, sneers at him as the others attempt to help the youngest.

He doesn’t answer or even acknowledge her, his focus entirely on me. Yellow Star steps in front of me as two more of our sisters do the same. His eyes narrow at the action but he finally turns to look at White Star. She asks him again? “What do you want, trickster?”

He rolls his eyes at the name, “you’ll need to try harder if you want to insult me.”

Pink Star cries out again when someone ties a cloth around her leg and White Star snaps her full attention to him. She moves with grace as she stalks towards him, hands balled tightly into fists as she comes face to face with him.

Well face to chest as he stands nearly three heads taller than her.

He merely glances down his nose at her, “what do I want?”

Bending down so he can truly be face to face with her, he says to her, “I want your sister.”

“My sister?”

His piercing eyes flicker over her shoulder to where I’m surrounded, “That is what I said.”

“No.”

He looks back to her, a brief moment of surprise flickering across his face, “No? I wasn’t asking for your permission, I was telling you. She belongs to me and I want her.”

“No. She is not yours. You cannot have her.”

He brings one hand up to grab her face, the claws finally making their appearance, “I was being kind with the youngling. I won’t offer the same treatment for you or the others if you don’t give me what I want.”

White Star‘s anger seems to morph in a calm and collected facade as she leans into him, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. The answer is no, now and for eternity. No you cannot take her.”

I can feel the growl rumbling through his chest before I hear it and I let out my own scream as his hand drops to her throat. We all gasp and cry out as her body falls to the cold ground and he stands with her windpipe in his hand. He makes a show of dropping it and wiping the blood off on the fabric of his pants. The black fabric greedily drinks in the blood and there is not even a wet spot where it once was.

The Coyote looks between her body and us, “unless you want to join your sister in the spirit world, I suggest you give me what I want.”

No one speaks and he rolls his eyes again as the claws from the other hand come out.

“Give me Blue Star and I’ll even let you take the body,” he grinds out between clenched teeth.

Yellow Star is the one brave enough to speak, “You’ve killed one of us and almost killed another but yet you expect us to obey you? Even you should know better than that, Coyote.”

He sizes her up, taking in her tall and broad form. She had always been the strongest one of us all but always the most kind hearted. His eyes flicker to where the smaller White Star lies and then to where the young Pink Star is safely tucked behind more of our sisters. Her cries have stopped but dry tears stick to her brown face and her eyes pink to like her name, are trained on him.

“I don’t feel like playing games or solving riddles today,” he warns while stepping over White Star and towards us, “I also don’t want to repeat myself anymore.”

The two sisters who are standing at my side gently tug me back as Yellow Star walks to meet him. A few of the older ones join her but the rest come to surround Pink Star and I. My own tears have stopped falling and now rage fills my body as I look wildly between the inevitable bloodshed in front of us and the women around me.

“Green Star,” I beg the woman to my right, “we can’t let them fight. It’s me that he wants, let me handle this.”

Her green eyes are full of sadness and despair as she searches my face.

“No,” she finally says before wrapping her hand around my bicep. I try to yank it away but another sister, Purple Star, grabs the other. She gives me a pointed look causing the two lines that stretch downwards under both eyes to go taunt.

“Don’t,” She tells me and drags me back.

His voice pulls out attention back to him, “Come to me, my blue star.”

Both of us go still.

He’s calling me.

My sisters’ eyes burn into either side of my face as my mind races and I desperately try to come up with something, anything to say.

“You have ten seconds before I rip all of their throats out,” he calls again and it grows more clear that we may not have another choice.

Yellow Star puts a large hand to stop him, “Do not come any closer.”

“Stop me then,” he snarls at her while stalking closer like a predator readying to attack its prey and when she makes no such move, he pushes, “I will take what is mine and you cannot stop me.”

I can see the claws itching to find a home in her neck and the violent image of all my sisters ending up like White Star makes me ill. It seems as though the two holding me are also lost in their head and I manage to pull myself out of their grasp. Stumbling past them and the wall of others before me, I break through and nearly fall. Everyone’s eyes are now on me, waiting for my next move but I have nothing. I’ve come up with nothing but simply handing myself over to save them.

A wildly stupid plan and the senselessness of it is only amplified by the grin that’s spread across the Coyote’s face. Yellow Star looks at me in quiet horror.

A mistake she instantly pays for.

One clawed hand slashes across her chest and neck and she staggers backwards, her eyes wide with fear and surprise. A choked sob breaks from my mouth and I launch myself to catch her as she falls to the ground. Cradling her against my chest, I mummer every kind and comforting word that I can think of. I refuse to look at the damage on her chest, too afraid to acknowledge that it might be fatal. From anyone or anything else, she would survive but those claws are sharper and stronger. They find their target no matter how quickly their victim is and unfortunately for my sister, she was too distracted by me to guess his next move.

“My blue star,” he says with all the affection and tenderness in the world, “come here.”

The sickly sweet drawl in his voice entices me to follow his orders but his actions have me rooted in my place with my dying sister on my lap.

His blue eyes are replaced with the yellow of his animal form while another snarl rips through his chest and as my sister’s last breath leaves hers. Hot tears flood my eyes as I stare at her still chest but I tear them away to look at him. Waves of anger and frustration roll off of him as we make eye contact again. His soften for a moment when I finally look at him but mine harden all the more at the monster before me. He goes to take another step towards me, now only a few feet from me but I stop him.

“You’ll kill them all if I refuse?”

“Yes,” he doesn't hesitate with his answer.

“And if I go, will you let them go free?”

“Yes.”

I look down to my sister. The bright yellow of her eyes has faded as she stares up at the night sky where we had danced only moments ago. I look to White Star and I swear that I see a tear fall from her snow white eyes. Behind me, I can feel the pain and sadness that fills my sisters as they watch us. I can feel the sheer heart break that no doubt washes over their faces as I gently lift Yellow Star from my lap and place her on the ground. Placing a chaste kiss to her forehead, I ask the spirits to welcome my sisters with open arms and full hearts. No one speaks or moves as I get to my feet and face the Coyote in his trickster glory.

He extends a hand out for me to take, those terrible claws no longer in sight. The pale blue eyes have returned and for a moment, I forget that I’m not looking at any normal man. For a moment, I forget the carnage he leaves in his wake or the blood that stains every inch of his sun kissed skin. I forget that this man has murdered my sisters and would have murdered them all if given the chance.

For a moment, I feel safe as I take his hand in mind but the small cries of Pink Star behind me bring me back to reality. Sensing that I’ll back away and run towards safety, he nearly crushes my hand and drags me towards him. Whatever safety I might have felt is only a figment of my imagination, a cruel trick he used to convince me to come to him.

The hand that held mine has moved to wrap around my waist so that I can’t move from his chest. The other grips my chin and his thumb trails over the three vertical lines there. The action sends a shiver through my body but I force myself to keep still and keep my eyes trained on his face.

He dips his head down and his lips brush over my cheek as he whispers into my ear, “Finally my blue star. I’ve waited for you for far too long and now you’re mine.”

Whatever words I might have had are lost and he smirks at my silence. Drawing away, he orders my sisters to leave and tells them that they may take the bodies. His bruising hold doesn’t let up as I hear them scramble to grab our fallen sisters and dash towards the skies. Only when they are gone and we are alone does he let me have a few inches of space but only to grip my chin again.

“What is your name?” he asks as he nuzzles against my hair, taking deep breaths as if I calm the storm inside of him.

My hesitation frustrates him and the hand on my chin falls to my throat. He pulls back enough to be nose to nose with me.

“Tell me your name.”

“Y/N,” I gasp as the hand grows tighter and the claws dip into the soft skin.

“Y/N,” he repeats and grins. He says it again while his eyes flutter close and he nuzzles against me again.

“Y/N, my blue star.”

My own eyes flutter close as his unspoken threat seeps into my heart. If it is freedom that I crave, it will be his heart that I need to carve out.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #shifter Bucky #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel #bucky barnes reader insert #Native American! reader #indigenous!reader #north Native American!reader

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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On The Hunt: Run Run Little One

Summary- 1.8k Alpha Steve Rogers x Little One. You are navigating a life unbonded and without your mate.

Warnings- There is no Steve in this chapter, it is dedicated entirely to our Reader. I felt our reader deserved her own chapter showing how she is handling life after Steve left. It is heavy on angst.

A/N- Well I had the hardest time with them after what happened. Seriously, I broke my own heart with that ending and tried to pick up the pieces after that... I needed to mourn it in my own way I guess. But let's see what happens. Thank you to everyone who ever followed The Pack series, and had a deep love for Alpha Steve and Little One. Please don't give up on them. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

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You turned the last bolt and pushed up from the engine, peeking around the hood to a teenager sitting in the driver's seat. “Turn the key Parker.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He said respectfully, which you hid a grin at the young wolf. Still, a pup, displaced from his home, he tried so hard to belong. You immediately liked the kid and found him smart with all the technological stuff. Sam was smart to quickly recruit him to help keep the equipment running while most of the pack went back into the logging business, trying to keep them afloat while they all tried to recover from what happened.

The truck shuddered to life, Peter giving a fist pump in victory. “I knew we would get it Y/N! And Sam thought we were going to have to junk it.”

“He should have more faith in us.” You agreed while closing the heavy hood with a loud bang and started putting away the garages tools, Peter gathered others scattered around, handing them off to you. You noticed his glance continuing to drift back to the back of the garage but you ignored it. There was nothing back there for anyone.

“Hey, what's up with that truck under the sheet in the back? Does that one need to be fixed?”

You felt a tremor roll through you because underneath that oversized sheet was Lenore. Steve’s precious truck that he left behind. It was something that you couldn’t bring yourself to go back to look at, the truck had so many memories that still hurt. When you returned back, Sam had it already stored away, another sign that Steve was gone.

It felt like a lifetime ago and just yesterday all at once.

Your Little Wolf whined at the sudden change in you, trying to keep you from sinking back into those feelings of a broken heart. “That one isn't to be touched, it is out of commission,” you said sharper than you meant to, unable to mask the anger and hurt that Lenore brought up in you, Peter snapped his mouth shut from any more questions, picking up the clear warning in your voice. A soft thump against the garage entrance broke you from your tension.

Sam made his way into the garage to check on their progress. “Is it ready?”

“Yup, Parker took one look and figured it out.” Your tone changed from earlier, one that said you were happy and content. A lie. The Little Wolf yipped happily as the teenager blushed at the praise, rolling his thin shoulders.

“It was really just a guess.”

“Well when you save us from having to purchase a new truck Peter, you helped us out a lot with your guess.”

“You keep bringing the equipment you guys deem can’t be fixed. I will put money on this kid making it work better then before.” You winked at Peter, who was scoffing at the praise, red in the face.

You bowed out of the conversation, leaving the garage to head to Natasha’s cabin. Peter waited till you were gone before speaking privately to Sam. “I’m worried I might have upset Y/N by asking about that truck in the back.”

Sam sighed sympathetically. “Don’t worry about it Kid. That was Steve’s truck and he is a sore subject for Y/N, you didn’t know.” He pointed to the engine. “How about you show me what you did so I can fix it myself next time.”

As soon as you stepped into Natasha’s home, you started stripping from your sweaty dirty clothes, feeling much too sensitive. The shower called your name, and when you stepped into it, your head tilted back to let the water stream over your face, rivulets of grime that came with working on equipment brought. The Little Wolf seemed to feel more relaxed, grooming herself in your mind just as you started to scrub yourself clean.

Your mouth twisted at her observation, you certainly hadn't meant to. Peter didn’t know anything about your broken bond with Steve. He just caught me off guard with the question.

That made you snarl, whisking the last of the soap and shampoo off. You didn’t want to talk about your mate. It had been months and it still stung, broke your heart, and reminded you of the bond you lost and the man who you still loved with that said broken heart.

“I’m asking you, as your mate to not do this, don’t shut me out from you. Sending me away from you won’t keep me any safer than before.”

“Ever since you have been with me, you have been hurt Y/N. When have I ever actually been able to keep you safe? I already freed you from me Little One.” He paused at the door, his hand on the door handle, and pushed through, never once looking back at you.

The memory was an onslaught that made you sob out in the streaming water, mixing with your tears. Watching him just walk away and holding out hope he would turn around, tell you that you two would figure it out. He didn’t. You waited so long till Natasha came to you, telling you he left.

He really was gone. The hardest part was you couldn’t hate him because of it. You knew he held himself responsible for what happened to you and was doing it because he was scared of ever hurting you, that he couldn’t protect you like he promised he would.

The Little Wolf brushed against you for comfort till you felt control again. She dropped the conversation, but you already knew what she was going to say.

That you had a home already, the cabin that Steve let you make into your home sat vacant and dark, waiting for either of its people to return. Maybe it’s time to return home, and start healing from everything that had happened.

It was just too hard.

You needed to take your mind away from the past, you needed to run and play before leaving the pack once again.

The Little Wolf spanked the ground in front of the black yearling, yipping at him to play with you. Peter was cautious, pretending to be uninterested in what you were trying to entice him into but he soon broke, giving chase after the Little Wolf, who swiftly took off.

You had the advantage of knowing these trails with all the twists and turns, the thick underbrush you could hide in and attack the younger wolf. You ducked into the blackberry brambles, your thick fur keeping the thorns from pricking you, and the sweet fruit was fragrant enough to hide your scent. Lowering to the ground, you waited, patiently.

Soon the black wolf breezed past, his nose to the ground and circling with deep inhales. A confused growl rolled from him as he twisted back, having lost the trail. Your tail twitched, and your muscles flexed with anticipation to leap. When he stuck his nose in the hole where you darted into, your paw thumped the tip, making him fall back and you pushed out, knocking him over with playful yips and licks to his face.

Taking off again, Peter scrambled after you, picking up speed with his lighter yearling body. You took his challenge, picking up speed to lead him to fallen logs that lay decaying in the path. Your hind legs powered beneath you, sending you easily soaring over them where Peter had to skid in his surprise at the sudden obstacle, losing seconds in making his jump.

It was freeing, to feel the bursts of forest floor shoot underneath you as you leveled yourself, streamline racing through the last of the woods till you burst onto a stony beach, twisting to tackle Peter and roll him into the edge of the lake. Tumbling together till splashes of water soaked you, you and Peter both stumbled out of the cold lake to shake the water off and in a peaceful lope, trotted onto the beach, panting to catch their breath. Both dripping wet, the Little Wolf started to run a tongue against the pup's ears, chewing out the debris that got caught in his fur. He grumbled in agitation at being taken care of but rolled his head this way and that for you to do so. After all, it was so reminiscent of his mother taking care of him that he wasn’t going to stop you.

A howl sounded up, calling the wolves all back, and the Alpha compel in it made Peter whine, having to trot away from you. You chose to ignore it, watching as Peter left you the way you two came. Pushing up off the stony beach, you started following the water's edge, able to weave back and forth as the gentle waves rippled on the shore with the wind blowing. The cool autumn was starting to touch pack lands, the trees hinting at the color changing with bites of yellows and reds.

Other pack mates answered, there ‘I’m here, I’m here” location cry, but none of them had the deep boom of the Alpha you so desperately missed.

Returning back to Natasha’s, you dashed past the redhead who was lounging on her porch, face tilted to the twilight sky just starting to edge the treeline. After changing back and slipping on your clothes, you made your way outside, a bag slung over your shoulder. Dropping it near one of the chairs, you slipped into it.

It was quiet between you and Natasha for a few minutes until she stirred in her chair to finally face you while you too admired the night sky, recalling happier times when your Little Wolf sang her Alpha’s song. “Time for you to leave again?”

You gave a wistful smile, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve been here longer than I intended already. T’Challa won’t care but…” You shrugged, finally turning your gaze back to knowing green eyes and a sad smile. “I’m still trying to figure out what I want in life. Helping the Panthers find their stolen, gives me a purpose right now.”

“Y/N” Natasha reached over to grasp your hand, squeezing tightly. “You have a home here, a purpose, all those things. You are family, always will be.” You nodded at her words, tears building in the corner of your eyes but refusing to spill. “But I know you have to do this. Just come home when you can?”

“Of course, I will, keep your couch free for me?”

“Well, you could just take the damn bed woman. Not like I’m here all that much either.” Natasha laughed and you pushed to a stand. She followed suit, you both embracing in a goodbye hug. “Stay safe Malen'kiy volk, don't make me come to Wakanda to save your ass.”

“You can come, but to hook up with that panther again.”

Natasha gave a wicked smirk and arch of her brow. “Now that is tempting indeed.”

You laughed before one last hug. Grabbing your bag, you headed off the steps. Stark's was a few hour's drive and he already was expecting you in the morning to send you back to Wakanda.

It hurt to leave, but it hurt to stay too much.

#on the hunt #the pack #alpha steve and little one #only this is a little one solo #alpha steve x reader #alpha steve x little one #shifter steve rogers #steve rogers au #marvel au #wolf steve rogers #white wolf bucky #shifter reader #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #chris evans characters #amber writes #sweater writes

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pandagirl45 · 3 months

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Grizzly bear rhodey, for any shifter au is either a grizzly bear or golar bear (grizzly and polar) I think their called pizzly.

Steve is a dog shifter, golden doodle or golden Shepard.

Steve is taller (depending on the au) but rhodey shifting, just has height on the guy. Which steve melts (he gets to be smol again).

Clint defaults to a bird. Sorry clint. Sam too.

Natasha is between a reptile or a fox shifter.

Tony cat or a mix of a lynx and lion (lyonx). It's not real.

Bucky a grey wolf. Or also a bear. Maybe a polar bear.

Thor would be a mountain goat (the mythologies)

Loki a snake

Strange a mongoose ;)

Bruce would be a mix (hulk reasons) animal too. Not sure yet, maybe a primate and sloth. Energies funky.

I freaking love getting funky with it.

#steve rogers #james rhodey rhodes #warshield #steve rogers x james rhodey rhodes #tony stark #bucky barnes #winteriron #clint barton #sam wilson #The Avengers #Bruce Banner #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #natasha romanoff #shifter au #ideas for fics

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nessieart · 5 months

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TEETH pt. 19

WC: 3k Summary: Everything was fine. So... what happened?

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Bucky followed you back to your room. You told him you needed a shower and to change, but he followed you like a lost puppy. It was cute for a moment until you stepped out of the bathroom in fresh clothes, and Bucky was sitting on your bed that you shared with Tony.

A growl left you, “get off,” your eyes flash. Bucky startles and leaps off the bed, eyes wide. You sigh, “anywhere else, just not…not there.”

Bucky nods and mumbles a quiet apology. You head into the walk-in closet and bring him a backpack with spare clothes in it.

“To keep your stuff in,” you give him a small smile. He takes it and holds it to his chest and gives you a grateful smile. “I'll be out in a minute,” you nod to the door, and Bucky takes his leave. Though you can tell he doesn't stray far.

You grab your phone and send a text to Tony. You can tell your mark on him is disappearing, and it's making you anxious.

You: Hi

Tony: Hey, good lookin. How goes senior care?

You: haha, very funny.…it could have gone better.

Tony: I shouldn't be gone much longer, honey. I'll be back before you know it. Ok?

You: Yeah. Okay.

I could use all the help I can get, you thought. Flopping back on the bed with an arm over your eyes and the other clutching your phone to your chest, you heave a sigh.

One step at a time.

In the distance, you think you hear someone call your name, but it's far and sounds like it's underwater. Something shifts under you, and they call your name again.

All at once, sound and feeling and a bright light hit you. You shoot up in bed, eyes alight and fangs extended as a growl leaves your chest.

Steve and Sam are at the foot of your bed. Had you fallen asleep? You can't even remember ever dozing off.

You retract your Shifted features slowly, scrubbing a hand down your face. “Wha…? Shteve? S-Sammy?” You mumble through a sleep-addled haze.

Steve has his hands on his hips, brows low over his eyes as he stares daggers down at you. You bristled, returning his glare.

“What?”

“He's gone,” is all he says to you. And then storms out of the room, but not before punching a fist sized hole in the wall near the door.

Your claws tear out of you, and you rip the comforter, some down feathers puffing out around you. A growl gets stuck in your chest as tears prick your eyes. The burning in your nose intensifies as you hold it in.

You clear your throat, “How long was I asleep?”

Sam shifts on his feet, arms crossed over his chest. His brows are pulled together in worry, “45 minutes,” he seems on edge.

Then you realize your claws are still out gripping tightly to your sheets. “Sorry,” you mumble, retracting claws and scooting to the edge of the bed. The full moon was affecting you more and more as the day went on. Going head to head with Steve won’t solve anything and won't keep your temper under control. You bury your head in your hands and let out a heavy exhale.

“What happened?” When you peek up at Sam, he's looking at you with concern in his eyes.

Sam shrugs, “Steve and I were waiting in the room you told us to. After about half an hour, Steve got restless and went looking for Barnes. When he couldn't find him, he went looking for you. And when Steve didn't come back, I found him. Um. In here,” Sam looked away from you then and shifted on his feet.

When you get up to leave, Sam follows you out, and you both find Steve looking out a large window at the city below. He holds his hand up, a piece of paper folded between his fingers.

“He left this,” he says lowly, then looks over his shoulder at you, “for you.”

Your brows furrow, “for me?” And when you reach Steve's side, he lowers his hand so you can take the note. There's a hand drawn picture of a flower on it. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“Did you read it?” You ask him, and when he doesn’t answer, you look up to see Steve looking at you. He shakes his head no. “Do you want to read it with me?” He takes a deep breath before nodding once, crossing his arms over his chest. You unfold the paper, and when you go to read it, there's only three words:

Petal. I'm sorry.

“Oh.” Is all you say, and you show Steve. His nostrils flare, and he deflates, going to move to the couch.

-*-

Hours later

Miss, I believe there is something you should see. JARVIS’ voice rang out in the living room right before the television turned on, turning to a news station.

“Natasha??” You sit up on the couch, feet tucked under you, and you adjust the blankets around you. “Uh, Steeeve?? STEVE!?” You call out, and a moment later, he comes charging into the living room with Sam behind him. And when he looks at you confused, you point at the TV.

“J, turn it up,” you say, Steve and Sam taking a seat on either side of you on the couch.

The camera pans around the room, settling behind a red head with the giant symbol of the United States Department of Defense looming behind the men of the committee.

“Why haven’t we yet heard from Captain Rogers?”

“I don’t know what there is left for him to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made his point fairly eloquently,” The camera shifts to show none other than Natasha Romanoff sitting calmly at a big round table with members of the DoD.

You giggle at Nat’s wit. She certainly has a way to sass people and still be calm and cool under pressure.

“Well, he could explain how this country’s expected to maintain its national security now that he and you have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus.”

Nat’s eye twitched slightly, “HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence.”

“Many of which you seem to have had a personal hand in telling,” the Committee General leered. He looked down his nose at Nat.

Another man leaned forward, his forearms on the table in front of him, “Agent, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given your service record - both this country and against it- that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill.”

Natasha smirked, her head tilting to the side a little, “You’re not gonna put me in a prison,” she shook her head, red hair shifting with the movement, “You’re not gonna put any of us in prison. You know why?”

“Do enlighten us,” he all but seethed.

“Because you need us. Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we helped make it that way, but we’re also the ones best qualified to defend it. So, if you want to arrest me, arrest me. You’ll know where to find me.” Natasha pushed her chair back and stood, giving one last smirk before she left the DoD hall.

The volume of the TV turned down as the news panned to the outside of the building, a man started talking, about what, you couldn’t be sure. The marquee at the bottom of the screen scrolls through saying Washington, D.C. was still in ruin and who to blame for the damage. Then, going on to say Agents of SHIELD/HYDRA were scattered and fleeing or being taken into custody."

Your mind went to Bucky, and you worried if he got out of New York City ok.

The next scroll of the marquee asked the question: Where has Captain Rogers gone, In Hiding, or Regrouping?

You chanced a glance at Steve, he was sat forward with his elbows on his knees, head rested on his fists and brows low. The look in his eyes suggested he was lost in thought.

Your skin rippled, like waves in the wake of a boat through the water, the fur of your Coyote wanting to be set free. You hunched over and gripped the blanket tight, claws coming out and ripping holes in the blanket with the force of it. You haven't gone this long without Shifting so close to a full moon in a long time.

You didn't realize you were growling until Steve put a hand on your shoulder. You shot him a look, but he didn't flinch. He squeezed your shoulder and gave you a small smile.

“If you need to Shift, it's okay,” his hand goes between your shoulder blades, and he rubs small circles. Then Sam puts a hand on your other shoulder and squeezes.

“Don't worry, Baby Girl, we won't go anywhere,” Sam reassured. You nodded, but something in you told you not to Shift. Something deep in your bones. It doesn't sit well with you. And that just puts you more on edge, your knee bouncing to try and distract yourself if only for a little.

“I'll- I'll be fine,” you tell them. And you hope you will be.

*-*

Tony was so over these meetings. There was a reason he stepped down as CEO, well maybe one of the reasons. But also another reason he paid people to do things for him.

He can't even remember what the last 4 meetings were about. Shit, he couldn't tell you what this one was about.

Tony lounged back in his chair, cheek resting on his fist on the armrest, and he sighed dramatically.

“Is there a problem, Mr. Stark?” Some uppity asshole asked, what seemed like the 10th time.

Tony scrubbed a hand down his face before he answered. He groaned.

“Just fine, Paul, keep it goin’,” Tony rolled his wrist as if to keep the banter rolling. “I've been in and out of meetings for the last 2 days. I'm still on New York time, after all.” Tony reached for his phone when he felt it vibrate in his pocket. It was a text from you, and his eyes brightened, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

He knew you had found Barnes out on the streets of New York. It worried him more than he let you know. But he knew you could take care of yourself.

Tony also knew that Steve and his friend were there. Not much goes on inside his Tower without him knowing about it. JARVIS keeps him up to date with all things concerning you, the company you keep, and the Avengers.

You seemed exhausted, even though it was through text, he had a feeling, somewhere in him, maybe at the base of his skull. He rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, hair standing on end only a little bit. He went to run his fingers over the mark you gave him but was sorely disappointed when he couldn't feel it anymore.

Tony rubbed a hand over the spot on his chest where his Arc reactor used to be. Sometimes, he forgets it's not there anymore, which is astounding because it was basically a gaping hole in the middle of his chest.

Tony came back to the present just as the meeting was ending. He shot up out of the swivel office chair and made it way towards the exit. He was so done with meetings and people, and London. He was done. And with that revelation, he decided to leave. Get on his jet and go home. To you.

On the elevator down, he felt it again, the hair on his neck standing on end, and he ran a hand through his hair to shake the feeling. A cold feeling running down his torso like a stone to his stomach. Tony staggered back, bracing a hand on the wall to hold himself upright.

Sir, is everything alright? JARVIS asked, a small display lighting up Tony's tinted glasses.

“Not sure, J,” Tony replies, his other hand coming up to his healed but scared chest. “I feel like my insides are on fire, and I've been doused with ice water,” he groans again, head falling low between his shoulder blades. The soft chime of the elevator reaching the ground floor alerts him, and Tony staggers again to stand up right.

The suit is waiting out front, Sir.

As soon as Tony clears the front doors, he's falling into his Suit. Collapsing to his knees and heaving gasping breaths in.

“JARVIS, what the hell’s the matter with me?” Tony clammers to his feet, resting his hands on his knees. “Another panic attack?” His veins felt like fire and ice, with each pump of his erratic heartbeat a new wave of pain would shoot through him.

I'm not entirely sure, Sir. It does appear that Miss Jones is also having similar symptoms.

“What? Show me!” Before Tony could finish his statement, JARVIS was already putting the live footage from the Tower on the HUD in the Iron Man helmet.

-*-

Steve and Sam haven't left the couch, but you've been pacing for the last 10 minutes, shaking your hands out at your sides each time your skin ripples, but you can't Shift. You've tried.

The ice through your veins makes you shudder, and then the heat goes through you with your next step.

“I don't get it,” you say between clenched teeth. At least your fangs and claws still shine through, even though nothing else will. Your hands come up to grip the roots of your hair, “this has never happened before.”

“The whole,” Sam waves a hand around in your direction, “not Shiftin’ thing? Ever heard of something like this happening before?”

You think for a moment, eyebrows pinching together as you try and think. Another wave of ice goes through you, and you shudder again. It's not really painful, now that you think about it. It's more annoying and bothersome than anything. Something you can't quite put your finger on. Everything SHOULD hurt, but it's muted.

“Leon…” is all you say before an unnatural warmth floods your chest, it's familiar, it's comforting. You've felt it before.

And then there's a blinding pain, like being stabbed with silver, and it shoots from your neck to your toes and fills you with unparalleled dread and pain. You hunch over and scream, fur ripping out of you like your skin was too tight. You claw at your back, ripping your shirt and skin with it, blood flows from the open wounds, and it's the only relief you can get from the hot searing pain that's coursing through your body.

Something hits you hard in the side, tackling you to the ground and you flail, claws lashing out on the weight straddling you, and then your hands are pinned above you, you thrash again trying to buck whatever weight is on top of you.

“-I'm trying! She's not listening! That's enough! Listen to me! Flowers, stop!” It's Steve. He must have been shouting at you for a while because when you open your eyes, he visibly relaxes. He mutters a thank God, and when you stop struggling, the grip on your wrists is released, and you bring your hands down to look at them.

Your claws are still out, there's blood covering them, and when you flex your shoulder blades, you wince. You can feel the skin stitching itself back together, the fur that ripped through your skin still there and matted with crimson.

“What the hell was that?!” Sam shouts, his chest heaving as he steps back a few paces.

You pant and scrub your hands down your face. Steve is still straddling your legs, one of his hands resting on his thigh and the other on your stomach. He can easily restrain you again if he needs to. You nod to yourself, smart.

“Leon,” you rasp. One shoulder shrugging and your arms falling out to your sides with a small thud.

“You said that earlier,” Steve tilts his head up to you. Just how long were you struggling? “What does your brother have to do with this?” He waves a hand up at you.

Your brows furrow, tears welling up and falling down your temples. “I-I think he f-found hi-his mate.” You wince, the fur down your arms stands on end, and you try to shift your weight around under Steve.

“That a good thing?” Sam asks.

You groan, and when you look at Steve, you nod at him. He warily gets up off of you, taking measured movements just in case you start trying to tear your skin off again.

“Usually. I felt it,” you struggle to sit up, bones creaking and popping as you do. “The minute he knew, it was like a-a warmth that filled my chest, it was nice,” you're lips curl with a small smile, and then it fades just as fast. When you look up at Steve and then Sam, your expression is dark.

“And then it felt like a thousand silver needles were jammed into my body. Over, and over again.”

“Is that why you were trying to tear yourself apart?” You nod, another small shudder running through your body.

The soft chime of the elevator reaching your floor turns all your heads.

A voice calls from around the corner, “Lucy, I'm home!” And out steps Tony, arms out wide and then fall to his sides as he takes in the sight of the three of you. And then you, bruised and bloody on the floor with matted fur peeking out along your skin, torn shirt across your back and tear tracks down your face. But you visibly perk up as his eyes meet yours.

Tony's hands move to his hips, brows furrowing, “You've got some explaining to do.”

#tony stark x reader #mcu fanfiction #shifter!reader #tony stark x shifter!reader #tony stark imagine #steve rogers #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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falcqns · 2 years

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possibly about to go to the hospital so send me some asks and let’s talk about some characters to get my mind of it 🤪

#shut the fuck up ava #henry cavill #bucky barnes x reader #ava's a shifter #bucky barnes angst #chris evans fluff #chris evans #chris evans x reader #henry cavill smut #bucky barnes smut #chris evans smut

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navybrat817 · 8 months

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A Crown of Flowers

Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: You make Bucky a crown of flowers and he gets a little closer to the shifter quickly stealing his heart. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, slight possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Previous Part of AU: The Pull of Gravity A/N: More Wolfie and Little Red! I really need to give this AU a name. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky considered himself to be a dangerous predator. A good man by nature, but vicious when the occasion called for it. Sam told him more than once that he didn’t look approachable even when he wasn’t in wolf form. A far cry from his younger years when he charmed most people around him with a smile. Life in the woods and seeing the things in both his human and shifter form changed him. He hoped for the better, even with his sometimes grumpy nature.

He was far from the predator he claimed to think he was thanks to the crown of flowers on his head.

“You look so pretty, Wolfie!” you smiled, reaching over to adjust the crown. Your eyes narrowed at the unmistakable growl that left his lips. “Oh, don’t you dare growl at me. That may work with your pack or family or whatever you call them, but not me.”

His lip lifted in a softer sort of snarl, but you remained unafraid as you tucked a lone flower behind your ear. You somehow convinced him to sit in the garden beside you and it felt nice. When was the last time he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it? “And what are you gonna do about it? Bite me again?”

“Don’t tempt me,” you smirked, playfully snapping your teeth for good measure. “I don’t know why you have that look on your face. The crown looks nice. Steve’s wearing his with pride.”

“He’s just being nice to you,” he said.

But if we’re comparing crowns, mine is nicer and I refuse to let those words leave my mouth.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy. That’s why he gave me your shirt,” you said, gesturing to the fabric that covered your skin.

Shifters ran warm, but it was starting to get darker and colder. You hadn’t had a chance to get the red cape of yours that you mentioned. Steve was kind enough to get you a long shirt of Bucky’s to wear, to both his and your disappointment when you covered yourself up. It was also smart on the blonde’s part not to give you one of his own shirts, as if he sensed that Bucky wouldn’t like anyone else’s scent on you.

I’m possessive and I’m fucked.

“We should probably head inside. I’m sure you’re starving,” he said, knowing if he dwelled for too long at the thought of his scent on you that he’d fuck you right there in the dirt.

Only if you wanted that.

“In a minute. I want to enjoy the view a little longer,” you said, leaning back on your hands to look up at the sky. While you took in the sight above you, he kept his eyes on you. “It’s nice here.”

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, taking a quick look around as he inhaled the comforting smell of his surroundings. Your fragrance in the mix added something he didn’t know was missing or longing for. “It’s home.”

“Home,” you whispered, as if the taste of the word was bittersweet. No doubt a part of your story he knew you wouldn’t tell him today. “How did you two meet? You and Steve. Did you grow up together?”

“We did. He’s been my best friend since he was a runt. We’ve always looked out for each other,” he said, taking another flower to put behind your other ear. Your hand shot out to grip his wrist before he got too close. “You’re quick.”

“And strong, but not quite as strong as you are,” you smiled, releasing his wrist and tilting your head to allow him to continue. He tried his hardest not to smile at the compliment. “Must’ve been nice to grow up with a shifter friend.”

“It was, especially since we’re both wolves. My parents were shifters, too, but not having to keep it a secret from Steve made it a little easier. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“Because you understood what the other was going through. You had someone to confide in and I’m sure he did the same in return. I’m also guessing you both understood the need to keep it a secret with people outside of your circle, as well as the need to protect each other,” you mused, tilting your head to gaze at him with a wistful stare. “You weren’t alone.”

Shadows clouded your eyes as he inhaled slowly, mentally noting the subtle change in your scent. He caught shifts occasionally with Steve and the others when their moods changed, but this was something different. It was as if he could taste your tears on his tongue, but you weren’t crying on the surface. At that moment, he wanted to crawl inside your mind and heart to soothe whatever pain you tried so hard to hide.

Who hurt you? Tell me so I can deal with them.

“May I ask you a question and you don’t have to answer it?”

“Okay,” you answered.

“Why did you decide to come here?” he asked.

You breathed out when you shrugged. “Besides being wildly attracted to your rugged good looks?”

“Yeah, besides that,” he smirked, taking your hand in his. Yours was soft on the top and rougher on the palm. It suited your form. Playful and endearing, but ready and willing to fight.

His was rough all over.

“I got the sense that you’re not a bad guy. And I know if I would’ve pushed hard enough to make you go your way while I went mine, you would’ve let me,” you told him, gently running your thumb along his palm. You didn’t seem to mind his calloused touch. “My instinct said I could trust you, so I came here.”

Something warm wrapped around his heart at your admission. He wondered how long it had been since you put your trust in someone else. “I’m glad you did,” he said, his voice soft. He was glad you accepted his offer.

You smiled before you dug your nails into his hand. “I don’t trust easily, Wolfie. Don’t make me regret it,” you whispered.

A whispered threat is often more terrifying than a scream.

“I won’t, Little Red,” he promised, his voice at the same level as yours as he leaned in closer. “But while we’re on the subject of things given and earned, don’t break my heart.”

He heard the air leave your lungs as you loosened your grip and laughed, a sweet, beautiful sound. “You can’t give me your heart.”

“Why not?”.

“Because you’ve known me for a day and part of that was spent killing and burying a guy. That’s not romance. That’s a murder. What love story starts with murder?”

Ours.

Bucky tilted his head like he was actually trying to think of another couple. “Technically, it started when you came into my territory. So our story actually began with you trespassing,” he smiled.

“And it continued with you stalking me. Trespassing, stalking, murder. Just a day in the life of a shifter,” you teased before your smile fell. “Even if you’re joking, why would you give your heart to me? I haven’t done anything to earn it.”

“Because I know you don’t trust easily and you still took a chance by coming here,” he replied. You chose to walk beside me. “So if you can give me your trust, why am I not allowed to give you my heart?”

“That is different!” you said, booping his nose with your finger. “I know you’re attracted to me and I suspect you don’t open up to many people either, but wanting me and wanting me are two different things.”

He brought a hand to the nape of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I can do whatever I want with my heart,” he whispered, closing his eyes when your breath touched his lips. “I just need to hear you say you won’t break it.”

A heartbeat passed before you spoke. “I won’t break your heart, Wolfie.”

Thank you.

Bucky wanted to close the gap and kiss you. It would’ve been easy to lay you down in the dirt and indulge himself in the warm haven between your thighs. But he would let you take the first step. If you were willing to trust him, he could calm his primal urges until you allowed him to unleash them.

“I think I want to play tomorrow,” you said, leaning back slightly and breaking the temporary spell he was under. “What’s there to do around here? Besides each other?”

The deep rumble in his chest only made you smirk. “Why do you keep teasing me?”

“Because it’s fun,” you said with a lift of your shoulder. “I’m not teasing you just to tease you. I very much plan to let you wreck me and I’ll happily welcome you into my mouth and pussy.”

Fuck. She’s trying to kill me.

“I may sit on your face for good measure,” you added, resting back on your hands again. You didn’t quite open your legs, but the stance was wider than before. “You strike me as someone who gets very hungry.”

Bucky ran his teeth along his bottom lip. “And you strike me as the type who’d ride my face to indulge me.”

“Oh, I would. And I’ll make you wear a flower crown while you show me what you can do with your tongue.”

Suddenly flower crowns are my favorite thing.

“I’d say it’s time to eat, but that’s maybe the wrong choice of words!” Steve called out from the other end of the garden.

Fucking punk and his fucking-

“Why are you yelling?!” Bucky shouted back as he threw up his hands. “Why don’t you walk over like a decent human being and tell us?”

“You’re yelling back at me!” Steve pointed out as your shoulders shook with laughter. “And I’m not walking over there when you two are seconds away from going at it.”

“We won’t go at it today, Steve!” you announced, giggling still as you pushed yourself up and dusted the dirt from your legs. “We’ll wait until tomorrow before we cause more havoc. I think we caused enough for today.”

He chuckled after a moment. It had been a day. “We’ll be right there, Steve,” he said, shaking his head as he watched his friend hurry away. “Punk.”

“I like him,” you said, taking his hands to pull him up. “You never answered my question. What’s there to do around here?”

“There’s a pond not too far from here that’s pretty much ours at this point. No one else really goes there,” he said, adjusting the crown so it stayed on his head.

An amused look crossed your face, but you quickly let it fade. “Maybe we can go for a swim,” you suggested before you turned on your heel. “Maybe I’ll even let you chase me.”

“You’ll let me chase you?” he asked, taking in how good you looked in his shirt. It somehow made the curves of your body more tempting than before. “Hunt you down?”

“If you’re good,” you said over your shoulder. “If I do decide you can chase me and you catch me, you can have me then and there. On one condition.”

Bucky had to will his cock not to twitch. How could he make time go faster? “What’s that?”

“Don’t laugh,” you warned as you turned back toward him. Your finger tapped against your thigh before you lifted your chin. “I want a warm blanket when I go to sleep tonight.”

He didn’t laugh at your request. He wouldn’t dream of it. But it did surprise him. It was a simple ask, but maybe it was much more significant in your eyes. “You can have my bed and the blankets on it.”

“You’re giving me your bed?” you asked, your eyes widening as he nodded. “No, I’m not making you sleep somewhere else just because I’m staying the night. We’ll share your bed. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Thank you, Wolfie,” you said.

“You’re welcome, Little Red.”

You tapped your thigh again with a small smile. “Can you show me your bed before we eat?”

“Sure,” he smiled, motioning for you to go with him. There was a spring in your step as you walked beside him and he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when he let you into his small hut. While everyone used the common area for living, they also had their own sanctuary for privacy and sleep. “This isn’t much, but-”

You darted past Bucky and launched yourself onto his bed. With a happy sigh, you rolled back and forth, your body eventually touching every inch of the mattress, blankets, and pillows. He didn’t ask what you were doing or why because he sensed your happiness.

He wasn’t about to interrupt that.

You sat up with a grin once you stopped. “Now that you have my scent all over your bed, we can eat,” you said, skipping over to grab his hand.

You’re possessive of me, too.

“I’ll give you the grand tour of the hut once we’re done,” he joked.

“Looking forward to it,” you said with complete sincerity.

Just like he was looking forward to having you around a little longer.

What do we think? Wolfie hunting Little Red down? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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my experience with sending a letter to my dr

dr: marvel

last summer, i was feeling really discouraged with shifting. my mental health was really bad, and i barely had motivation. i wanted to shift so bad, but i could never bring myself to do it because of how exhausted i was.

i was on tiktok one day, and saw a tiktoker talking about how they were sending a letter to their s/o in their dr, and i decided to try it.

i don't remember what the letter said word for word, but i just poured my heart out to bucky and explained how i couldn't wait to come back and cuddle with him, and for him and i to visit with his sister again because she always makes me feel better.

i asked him for a sign. but here's the thing, i never specified what sign, just that i would know the sign when i saw it.

a few weeks later, i was on tiktok again, and saw someone writing letters from marvel characters. i was going to scroll past it, but something told me to watch it. i watched it, and the tiktoker revealed that they sold the letters, so i decided to see how much they were.

they were $5. with shipping, it was around $8. i decided to buy it, and didn't think of it too much, but i was excited to see what it would say.

i got the letter a few weeks later, and let me tell you, i cried when i read it.

this is what the letter said:

'dearest ava,

it feels like a lifetime, and i should have written you a thousand letters but i hope this one is enough. how are you?

i think of you and i feel joy. the past no longer haunts me in ways it sed to so please do not worry about me. i am peachy and there is peach in knowing my life will forever be wrapped up in yours. my only wish is that you find a taste of happiness that you have brought me, that even on your worst days you remember what it means to love, truly.

i told steve you were made for great things. after all, you did save my life once. if only he could see you now, the way you shine, he would be as proud as i am.

so take it easy, doll. this is not the end of the line for us. til we meet again.

yours, always, bucky <3

take care, we miss you - sam

ps. sorry about sam, he ruins everything.'

while it's a sweet letter, the thing that stood out to me was the phrase "i am peachy."

ive spoken about this, but have never gone into detail. but in my dr, bucky is autistic. with the serum, and his past traumas, he has meltdowns quite often, and after his meltdowns, he needs comfort. we usually spend time sitting together, him wrapped up in my arms, and me telling him how much i love him and validating his feelings.

when we started dating, i used to tease him and call his ass a peach, because it was so cute and small. he hated it, but it made us laugh.

after one of his more rough ones (triggered by steve being mentioned to him by j*hn when bucky was having a bad day already), he was trying to climb into my lap, and wsa getting frustrated when he couldnt fit. he was completely non verbal and was sobbing.

i dont know why i said it, but i started rubbing his back and said "it's okay, my peach. i've got you'. as soon as i said it, he calmed down, and now i call him my peach or my peachy bug whenever he's upset.

the interesting thing about this is that when we're in public or around others and he's upset or overstimulated and needs to go home, he will say "i am feeling peachy" and its a code word for us.

as soon as i read that part, i knew that this was my sign from him, and that i needed to go back.

it motivated me so much, and sure enough, the morning after i arrived there, he had one of the worst meltdowns i'd ever seen.

the universe is so crazy, and shifting is amazing <3

#shifting community #shifting realities #ava's a shifter #shifting #shifting help #shifting to my dr #bucky angst #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader

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Running Part 2

Running Chapter 2

Bucky finally returned to the jet, where everyone was waiting.

Most of the pack are lions with the exception of himself and three others, Pietro who is a cheetah, Bruce is a grizzly bear, And Steve who is also a tiger,

“Where the hell have you been?” Natasha asked

“Busy.” Bucky replied

“Really for six hours?” Tony says

“Look I’m back chill,” Bucky says leaning against the wall of the jet.

“Hold up a minute.” Natasha gets close to him and sniffs

“Who’s the lucky girl?” She says smirking

Everyone perked up at those words Bucky was many things but HYDRA did a number on him, He hasn’t had a women in his arms since before the war.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Bucky says playing dumb

“Oh don’t play that game we can smell her all over you.” Tony says jumping out of his seat,

“What kind of shifter is she?” Clint asked

“Is she pretty?” Wanda asked

“Would you all shut up, I’m not coming back for a few days.” He says and leaves the jet only for Steve to follow him.

“Where are you going?” Steve says

“Don’t worry about it.” Bucky says

“I’m coming with, because by the look on you’re face this isn’t gonna be easy.” Steve says

Bucky smirks approving on what Steve said

“So what kind of shifter is she?” He asks

“I don’t know.” Bucky says

“You don’t know?” Steve says

This confuses him, because unlike most shifters him and Bucky’s sense of smell are very powerful and can smell for days even miles. knowing he couldn’t tell what this girl was is very surprising,

“Let’s try to figure it out.” Steve says patting his friend on the back.

You were going through you’re closets and dressers stuffing the essentials in a bag you smelled and unfamiliar scent in you’re room and now you are running, You don’t like waking up smelling another shifter in you’re room, You let out a frustrated growl, You sling the bag over you’re shoulder even though it was the middle of winter and bitter cold out it never bothered you, you are a snow leopard it the cold you embrace, You slam the door, you are dressed in a pair of dark jeans a pair of snow boots, a black hoodie, Instead of going into town you decide to go higher on the mountain The wind blowing for a normal person it would be hard but for you it’s easy to see.

You got a sense of being followed so you decide to pick up the pace whoever is after you would have to keep up so you start sprinting up the mountain hoping to lose whoever is following you. You could hear the footsteps a few miles away, They were definitely following you. You could feel you’re heart hammering against you’re chest as you run, You can run though the snow with no problems, You were built this way and you loved it.

Whoever is following you was catching up to you so you ditched you’re bag you didn’t care at this point you needed to escape, whoever was hunting you, you needed run and as fast as you could, You were so busy trying to make a decision you failed to realize there was one of them flanking you, Before you could react you were tackled to the ground, you were finally looking at the man that has been hunting you. He had dark hair and icy blue eyes, He looked so familiar you couldn’t place it. but suddenly you were frozen his scent was overwhelming you, and he was stronger than you,

“Sorry doll you’re not running away on me.” He says smiling sticking a needle in you’re arm only then do you realize what is happening you try to struggle but you can feel yourself becoming weaker and weaker.

“You’ll be home soon doll.” He says smiling down at you

You’re vision going black

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