#shifter steve

[italiansteebie]

steve harrington has a bad habit.

he takes in the dogs and cats no one wants anymore.

he's had elderly dogs, disabled cats, puppies that have grown and lost their sparkle, kittens that had been left in the dumpster. he's taken dogs that families can't handle anymore, and he does it with love. he uses his parents huge house to home animals that deserve it, animals that fill the emptiness.

so what happens after vecna is all said and done, and eddie's dead and gone, and a mangy dog crawls out from under eddie's old trailer while steve's there helping max do some minor repairs? and what happens when steve takes the dog home, names him ozzy, curtsy of eddie taking up every inch of his brain, and nurses the skinny thing back to health, along with the other strays he's taken in.

but ozzy never really liked to be around the other animals, always choosing to curl up next to steve, and maybe it was because he knew how much bigger he was than all of them because, damn. ozzy was a big ass dog.

until one night, steve shoots out of bed, drenched in sweat, chest heaving as he's recovering from a nightmare, and he catches a glimpse of none other than eddie. eddie, who's supposed to be dead. eddie who's supposed to be dead in the upside down, nonetheless, peering at him through his doorway. "what the fuck," he breaths, watching as eddie flinches nervously, "surprise," the metal head cheers flatly.

"what the fuck."

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #shape shifter #werewolf eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #pre steddie #werewolf eddie #shape shifter eddie munson #silly steddie thing #caretaker steve harrington #soft steve harrington #soft steve #steve has nightmares

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Nesting Bond

An Alpha Steve x Little One one shot

Summary- 1.3k You are in the shared nest and presenting for your bonded Alpha.

Warnings- A/B/O dynamics, knotting. Probably poorly written because it isn't proof read.

A/N- I miss these two being together the way they were when bonded. So again, self-indulgent because I'm writing what I'm in the mood for.

The Pack Masterlist

His sweet Little One. 

Your back was dipped as your]r hips were arched up, offering yourself to him in the middle of the nest you had worked so hard on. It was full of things that made you relax and feel safe. Steve even spied one of his shirts pillowed under your head, half your face buried in it as your eyes were closed, letting your senses fill with his scent because, for you, he was home. 

His cock had never been harder before, he had to squeeze himself at the base just to keep himself from losing control, a harsh reminder that he was in charge. 

But that was a lie, you were. You presented yourself so willingly, wanting his knot that Steve knew he would do anything to keep you at his side, feeling safe and wild as you should be. 

His Alpha howled an all too familiar mating song, singing for his Little One while they ran in the wilds of your bonded minds. 

Yours was all sensual sensations in the bond, your desire to be full of him, to feel his bites, to be pinned under his weight, to carry his marks bared for all to see and know that you were a mated wolf. 

He knew you were opening yourself for, his onslaught of feelings and sensations, how he wanted to be the one and only one to give you all those things and more, so much more. He wanted to swell your belly, give you his pup to nurture and love as much as you loved him. To fill you drenched with him. 

His hand slipped from the base of your back and down to slide against your spine, feeling you shiver in his touch. “Does this still bother you Little One?” Steve questioned softly as his lips moved to travel along your back. So many raised scars he skimmed his lips over. Others bites, wolves that tried to take you as their own. He wanted to rip those wolves throats out for how they tried to break you, make you give them what you so freely gave to him. 

Your head tipped back to show the back of your neck for him as his tongue started to caress against your shoulder into the hollow space that smelled so good Steve buried his face there, breathing all of you in. His chest filling out with you, making him press against you, molding himself against you because he couldn't stay away another moment. His chest pressed firmly against your back while his belly brushed against the dimples in your lower back, his hips pressed firmly against the curve of your ass, your own hips rocking back to push against his throbbing cock while his thighs pressed between yours, spreading you wider apart. It caused a whimper to escape you, feeling your mate press his entire self against you. “No Steve, touch me everywhere.” You twisted your fingers into the bedding of the nest to secure yourself while you let your head dip back down, offering him your entire submission. “Yours is the only one that means anything to me now.” 

Now that did his head in, giving him a sense of power and respect for his mate. His hands rubbed along your sides and slipped to palm your breasts, circling his thumbs over taunt nipples and pinching lightly as you continued to grind backward, pressing your heated pussy against his cock. Sharp nips were lashed against the curve of your neck, making you squirm with being pushed to the edge. 

You wanted him, deep and demanding you to come for him, wanted to feel him pin you below him because you were his good submissive omega, his mate, his. 

Steve didn’t do that though, his hand slipped up from your breasts to cup around your neck and he pulled you both up to a kneel, your back pressed to his chest and his hard cock pressing between your thighs, barely pushing into your heat. Just starting to open you for him. 

“You might be mine Little One, your song is all for the Alpha, your cries of passion, mine. But make no mistake…” He nipped sharply at your bonding mark, making you gasp at the heated sensation that had you clenching around his tip, wriggling to push him deeper. Your hands shot to his strong forearms wrapped around you to hold you up, digging your nails sharply into tensed muscles. “I am yours too. You own me Little One, don’t forget your power.” 

He buried into you, finally connecting you both body and soul, and you soared, your bonds humming with the sensation, and you felt all of your Alpha, his unending passion and need for you, how he would always strive to keep you safe with him. You scrambled to keep up as he growled, digging his bite deep into your bond that it had you snapping your teeth together with a cry of his name, your body arching with his as you two rolled together, keeping the two of you filled with each other. 

The rush of the wolves filled both of you, the mating bond burning each other's need for the other. 

Steve pumped into you, snapping his hips harshly against you while you lost sense of the here and now. It was just Steve, all around you. He filled your senses with his love, making you lost in his storm. You crashed over and over as the Little Wolf howled her song to her Alpha, your moans of Steve's name becoming a chant filling the room. 

Steve growled while he tasted your blood running hotly from his bite, his tongue lapping gently over the bond before tilting your head, catching your mouth to swallow your cries for him. 

He wouldn’t ever get tired of the feeling of you wrapped around him, your walls pulsing for him to fill you with his spend. 

His balls tightened with the same need as the rest of him, and he refused to come before you. Not when your little clit was so neglected with him fucking you from behind. Dropping his hand, he slipped his fingers through your wet pussy and teased you. “Steve-” 

“Give it to us Little One, I’m here with you.” 

You nodded, tilting your head to find his lips again, panting against them while the need of your orgasm flooded your belly in white heat, pulsing through your body like a drum, so close, you were so close and when you finally welcomed it, Steve roared against you, slamming you onto him till his knot made it impossible to pull away from him. 

He kept going, for long after you went slack in his hold, his body hard and tense around yours while his cum made you feel like you were going to burst like he shot it into your belly, The Alpha growled in his release with you, the sound a deep praise that made you preen and chirp happily in response. 

You both sank into the comfort of the nest to recover, Steve hugging you against him while he continued to throb in you, not able to safely pull out yet. You let him support your back while you dug into the nest to pull a blanket over the two of you, enclosing you away from the world while you were tied with your mate. 

It was all quiet for several moments, Steve’s face hidden against your shoulder, inhaling against you deeply and you just let yourself fall into the very physical sensation of your Alpha’s affection. You sank in the feeling of his hands stroking over your chest and down to your belly, over your hips, and smooth over your thighs to relax the tension in you. 

“Steve.” You broke the silence and he hummed from behind you, rubbing a hand under your breasts and pulling you all that much closer to him. “I'm guessing you approved of the changes I made in our nest.” 

“Little One,” Steve growled affectionately, nipping at your bonding mark and making you shudder at the feeling of him still thickly buried between your thighs. “As long as your nest is in our space, I'm going to approve of whatever you make for us.”

#nesting bond #alpha steve and little one #alpha steve and you #alpha steve and reader #alpha steve and you smut #alpha steve smut #shifter steve rogers #steve rogers au #marvel au #steve rogers a/b/o #chris evans characters #amber writes #sweater writes

[huffelpuff210]

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

#dark avengers #marvel #bucky barnes #dark alpha bucky barnes #dark alpha steve rogers x omega reader #steve rogers #mcu smut #shifters #dark bucky x reader #cjand10

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Bear ch 5

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 3.9K

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

TW: none really, canon typical violence (I guess?)

A/n Sorry this took so long im already working on chapters 6 and 7

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

You stood with Nat and Wanda at the front of the meeting room. Eyes downcast you fidgeted with your fingers only stopping when nat took your hand to hold it in order to stop you. Nat begun to explain squeezing your hand as your eyes were trained on your shoes. Wanda and nat carefully studied the face around the table. Taking note of the different reactions for later.

Steve just looked confused. Clint looked happy that he had someone else to sign with. Tony looked proud. Sam looked unbothered. Bruce looked excited about something new to study. Thor looked busy with his pop tarts. Peter smiled at you softly which you didn’t see. He was kind and understanding. Bucky looked sympathetic knowing how it felt to not be able to talk due to his own past with hydra torture. Wanda looked protective and nat just looked slightly exhausted.

After she finished explaining there was a brief silence in which peter shot you a thumbs up which you responded with the same thing still not wanting to talk.

“So is she nonverbal right now?” Steve asked not fully understanding and you nodded. “So how does she communicate then?” He asked and you signed a quick joke about Steve being old and confused to Clint who laughed. “Oh she does the hand thing too?” Steve said having seen Natasha and Clint signing before in the past.

“Yes the ‘hand thing’” Nat said “or sign language is what she uses when she doesn’t want to talk”

“So she doesn’t want to or cant talk?” Steve said.

“Depends.” Nat shrugged.

There were a few more questions mainly from Steve and some from Bruce as he wanted to make sure he had all the medical or mental accomodations he could have there for you if you needed them. Peter was eager to learn sign language now and had already started to bother tony into getting him a tutor. Bucky was now explaining it again to Steve who was still confused and tony and Bruce were now discussing alternate methods for coms now it was more than just Clint that needed a new method. While the team was engaged in their own little conversations about you and the new topic, Wanda noticed you starting to struggle under all the attention. It wasn’t bad but you simply hadn’t expected such a kind reaction and acceptance to come so easily.

When she saw tears gathering in your eyes she assumed the worst. Unable to know how grateful you were. Gently she took your hand and motioned for nat to follow as she broke off her ASL conversation with Clint. Carefully Wanda led you from the room with nat in tow. The two women led you back to the room and Wanda grabbed you sketchbook while you sat on the bed. They knew what you needed and you drew while snuggled in Wanda’s arms. Wanda lifted your chin gently to look at her.

“Are you ok my love? Was that too much?” She asked concerned at the tears still glossing your eyes. Without responding you held up the drawing. It was the team in the meeting room. But instead of seeing anything bad Wanda saw the looked of love on the faces you had drawn.

“Never expected them to be so kind about it.” You whispered and Wanda pulled you into her.

“Always my love. Always. We are your family and we love you.” She kissed the top of your head as she felt your small tears dot her sleeves.

the rest of the day you stayed in your room with Wanda. nat went to go brainstorm with tony how to tell the team about your past.

You were sat on your bed cuddling with Wanda and watching some sit com, but you weren’t really paying much attention. You were curling Wanda’s red hair around your finger and fiddling with the strands, she didn’t mind she quite liked it really. You were laid against Wanda side with your head resting on her chest.

“I love you Wanda.” You said. After a moment you realised what you said. “Shit sorry that just kinda slipped out. I get its a bit early and I-“ you started rambling but Wanda quietened you with a chaste kiss to the lips. She placed a hand on the back of your head and pulled the rest of your body so you were now laid on top of her looking into her eyes with your chin resting in her middle chest.

“I love you too Y/n/n” she said and placed another kiss on your nose which responded with a twitch that was like a bunny. Wanda grinned at the cuteness and proceeded to pepper your face with small kisses. You squealed and buried your face in her neck feeling her chest vibrate with her laughter. Playfully you lightly slapped her arm which one encouraged her laughter you were bright red now when Wanda peeled you away from her neck and cooed at the redness in your cheeks.

“I love you pumpkin.” She said and you squealed when she flipped you over and began tickling your sides.

“I y-yield. I-I yield.” You said through a fit of laughter. Wanda pulled you in and kissed your forehead.

Once more you found yourself in the crook of her arm after you formed a truce and you were dozing lightly in her arms when there was a knock on the door. Wanda frowned as she saw you rub your eyes with your fist.

“Come in.” You said. The door opened and Nat walked in. “Hi Natty.” You smiled and Nat greeted you and Wanda.

“So i spoke to tony.” She said and you groaned.

“Nothing good ever follows the words ‘I spoke to tony’” you whined and Wanda giggled. Nat rolled her eyes.

“Well he wants you to stay in the compound or with someone at all times. He’s worried now hydra knows your alive they’ll attack and try to get you back.” Wanda felt you stiffen against her when Nat said hydra and she hugged you tighter to ground you.

“T-thank you Nat.” You said neither of them missed your nervous stutter. Nat placed a soothing hand on your thigh and used her thumb to rub up and down to calm you.

“It’ll be ok Y/n/n Wanda or I will be with you at all times. Your safe here.” Nat said and you gave them a weak watery smile. “Alright enough sadness who wants to train with me?” Nat asked standing.

“I could use some training.” You said.

“Me too.” Wanda echoed the sentiment.

“Alright I’ll meet you both down there in fifteen.” Nat said smiling and closing the door behind her as she left.

“Are you sure your up for training?” Wanda asked.

“I need to use my powers it’s been a while and I hate not using them regularly especially the shifting. It’s comforting to be able to hide in small places as small animals or feel safe being a bigger thing like a bear.” You admitted and Wanda nodded.

“You know you can take whatever form you want around me or the team we don’t mind.” She said.

“Really?” You asked perking up.

“Of course. Is that why you haven’t been using your powers more? You though we wouldn’t accept you?” Wanda asked mildly concerned.

“A little yeah. Its also force of habit. You know, trying not to draw attention to yourself and all that. Lately I’ve been teleporting more than shifting.”

“Im curious can you teleport while shifted?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah but it takes a lot of concentration to stay as an animal when i teleport. I often end up human again mid jump.”

“We can work on that.” Wanda said. “Right we should probably get up and dressed.”

After changing into active gear you stood by Wanda.

“Hey wands wanna try something?” You grinned.

“Oh god I’m scared. What?” She asked eyeing you.

“Take my hand and find out.” You said extending an arm palm up.

“You better not kill me.” She said and once her hand was in yours you grinned and teleported you both down to the training room surprising Nat.

Wanda stumbled and you held her upright.

“That was cool and all but next time a little warning would be nice.” Wanda said and you shrugged.

“Wheres the fun in that.”

“Nice to see you two made it. Neat trick Y/n/n I imagine you can play some pretty great pranks with that.” Nat smiled and you grinned.

“Could. Have. Same thing.” You said and winked at Wanda.

“Right lets start. First I wanna spar with Y/n to see where your at before we get into some drills.” Nat said stepping into the ring. Wanda stretched and sat on the bench to watch she was also curious of how well you could fight especially against Nat.

“Y/n before we start i want to say this isn’t like hydra training. You can tap out at any time if somethings triggering or too much for you. No maiming or grievous injuries. I’ve seen you fight in Tony’s tapes of your earlier missions.”

“He showed you those?” You asked.

“He did.” Nat nodded.

Wanda stayed silent she also knew about your time doing missions with Tony pre avengers and you had shared your history with her and Nat plus Tony already knew.

After your fight with nat you had impressed both her and Wanda with you. Abilities. You were an avid fighter with good technique and pose. You didn’t rely on your powers to fight but when you used them they bled seamlessly into your tactics.

After a hour of so of training the three of you were hot and sweaty and exhausted. You had been using your powers with Wanda, mainly teleporting which could be draining if used too much. As the three of you left the gym and got in the elevator yo steadied yourself against the wall. Nat shot you a worried look.

“You ok there L/n?” She asked.

“Peachy.” You responded.

“And how are you really?” She asked again.

“Fine just a bit dizzy, sometimes if i use my powers too much this happens. But I’m fine.” You waved off her concern and once the three of you reached you shared floor Wanda steadied you and walked you back to your room.

After a quick shower to get rid of the sweat you and Wanda went back down to the kitchen where you ran into nat who was going through the cupboards like a raccoon.

“Dammit. Friday add peanut butter to the shopping list.” She said sighing and running a hand through her hair.

“I can make you something if you want?” Wanda said and nat spun around looking sheepish.

“Thanks wands.” She said.

“You and Y/n/n go sit at the counter and I’ll whip something up.” Nat and you did as you were told taking seats next to each-other at the bar on the island kitchen counter.

“So Y/n earlier you said you like being shifted and you haven’t had much chance to.” Wanda said as she pulled out some pans. You squirmed in your seat glancing at nat and relaxing as she looked unbothered.

“Yeah.” You said a bit flatly.

“If you want its just us. And I’ll tell you a secret Natty’s a big softy for animals.” She said and nat glared at her with no real heat behind it.

“Really now?” You asked and nat turned to glare at you. A second later you turned into a small black and white ferret and crawled into her lap taking her by surprise. Nat looked down at you in shock before relaxing and cautiously lifting a hand to scratch behind your little ears. You made a happy squeaking noise and nuzzled into her stomach and nat couldn’t hold back her grin. Wanda watched amused and excited to cuddle with you later. Turning back to her cooking nat began to play with your little paws as you curled up and began to doze in her lap. She cooed at how cute you were and tony walked into the kitchen.

“Um have you guys seen Y/n Friday said she was here?” He said looking around and Wanda wordlessly pointed to Nat’s lap. Tony broke out into a grin.

“I love when she does that.” He said and went over to scratch by your ears as you stayed half asleep. You let out a tiny yawn and nat tried hard not to squeal at how cute you were being. Tony chuckled at Nat’s expression and patted your head softly.

“Just tell her for me that me and the team have to go on a mission for a few days. We leave tomorrow. You, her and Wanda are staying here.” Tony said and nat nodded watching him retreat back to his lab.

“She really is adorable like that.” Wanda said and you stretched yawning again. You lifted your paws and placed them on Nat’s chest so you were almost upright and squeaked.

“What do you want y/n/n?” Nat asked and Wanda chuckled.

“I think she wants you to pick her up.” Wanda said before turning and flipping the pancakes.

nat carefully placed each hand under your front legs and lifted you at arms length from her. You cocked you head and she wiggled you side to side chuckling at how your limp body wiggled like it had no bones. After a second your tiny nose twitched and you let out a small sneeze. Wanda cooed and you squirmed and crawled up Nat’s arm and curled around her shoulders and began to doze again. When Wanda finished the pancakes you jumped back to your seat and shifted back.

“You make a very cute ferret like that.” Nat said and you smiled at her.

“Its fun and relaxing.” You said.

“Good you should do it more often I’m sure Nat and I would love to have cuddles with more soft tint creatures.” Wanda said and you blushed slightly and ducked your head to keep eating.

Nat chuckled and the three of you ate together. When you were done Wanda used her magic to clean the kitchen and nat posed the idea of watching a movie together. You hopped up.

“Race you guys.” You said before seamlessly shifting into a wolf cub and bounding around the corner and out of the kitchen. Wanda chuckled.

“That was too cute.” She said and followed you with nat trailing behind. When she entered the lounge she couldn’t see you until her eyes fell on a small prickly ball curled up on a pillow.

“Is that what I think it is?” Nat asked.

“Yep. Y/n/ns a hedgehog.” Wanda laughed. And Nat pouted.

“I wanted something fury.” She said and you squeaked and shifted into a ferret again knowing it was Nat’s favourite based on her reaction earlier. You ran up and down the length of the couch before settling on the pillow. Nat and Wanda came and sat next to you and you got up and crawled over into Wanda’s lap chittering and walking in circles on her thighs before settling into a small puddle.

Wanda ran a hand through your soft fur as nat scrolled through Netflix to find something to watch. You started to doze again and Wanda chuckled.

“She sure does sleep a lot when she’s a ferret.” Wanda said.

“Yeah but its cute though so i’ll allow it.” Nat said and Wanda laughed again.

After picking something and settling down the three of you curled up together and you moved between the two of them over the course of the movie so they could both have turns to pat you. You knew it was therapeutic for them both as much as it was calming to have their hands running through your fur. When the movie finished Wanda picked you up carefully as you were sleeping and told nat she was going to go to be bed so you could take a nap while she read. Nat nodded and began looking for something else to watch. After Wanda left she got into bed and set you down on her chest as she picked up her book and started to read.

It had been maybe half an hour when she began to feel you twitch on her chest. Looking down she felt your breathing speed up as you began panting against her. She carefully ran a hand through your fur and you seemed to still before relaxing. After a moment you settled and sent back to a calm sleep.

Another fifteen minutes later you woke up a and Wanda smiled down at you. You crawled off her and shifted before burning your face in her arm and wrapping your arms around her. She scratched your head and smiled.

“Hey sleepy head how was you nap.” She asked and you yawned making her chuckle. “That good huh?” She grinned and you nodded against her arm.

“Well if you’d like to join me i was about to start making dinner soon my love.” She said and you nodded again. After she helped you off the bed you sleepily followed her to the kitchen where nat was sat drinking hot chocolate. Sensing something off with her Wanda started to cook and you shifted and crawled into her lap. Nat stroked your fur and looked at you with misty eyes and soon you were breathing was slow and rhythmic as you slept again. Nat chuckled.

“Your right wands i think being a ferret makes the little thing tired.” She said and Wanda laughed.

“Yeah she could use the sleep. I think it calms her down to be small and on top of someone it makes her feel safe and protected helps her sleep.” Wanda explained and nat smiled.

“Im glad she feels safe around us.” Nat said Wanda hummed an agreement.

“She loves you very much nat. You make her feel safe.” Wanda said and nat nodded. you let out a small squeaked of agreement in your sleepy state that made nat chuckle and scratch behind your tiny ears.

The next morning you woke and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee. you were in a bad mood. you hadn’t slept much and everything was either to bright or too loud. the sound of the coffee machine made you dig your nails into your palms to ground yourself. the lights seemed to bright over head and you desperately wanted to go back to bed but you knew it wouldn’t do anything. you couldn’t sleep. nightmares plagued every minute you weren’t awake and the only thing that seemed to stop them was being with either Nat or Wanda but you didn’t want to both them when you woke around three to a cold sweat and fast breathing. you only really slept for about two hours and now it was half past four and you needed some coffee.

when it finally was done you drank it quickly needing the kick to wake up. after a small breakfast of cereal it was now fifteen past five and nat wandered into the kitchen looking surprised. she was dressed in active wear obviously heading to the gym.

“Y/n? what are you doing awake?” she asked and began making her workout shake. you grunted and waved a hand dismissively already feeling annoyed without any real reason to be. Nat frowned and went to say something but you stood and left the kitchen. electing not to follow you nat headed off to the gym.

You needed some time alone. desperately. your social battery could only withstand so much and you had been living with the team for almost a week now. Your room seemed to easy, Wanda or Nat would come find you later and coax you out but that wasn’t what you needed right now. You had and idea and grabbed a hoodie from the drawer in your room. throwing it on and shoving your sketchbook and pencils plus some snacks and your phone in the black backpack you had by your desk you slipped down the hall almost silently. Once in the lift you asked Friday your burning question.

“Friday?”

“yes Ms L/n”

“is the treehouse still around?” you asked praying it would be.

“Tony Stark and Ms Y/n L/n’s tree house is still intact. Mr Stark his made improvements over the last few months in anticipation of your return.” Friday said and you grinned. Tony and you had built the tree house deep in the woods near the compound a long time ago and it had since become your safe haven. A place you could hide if you needed some space to yourself.

“what kind of improvements Fri?” you asked.

“Mr Stark has installed Myself into the house as well as a new Tv, Wifi, more snacks, updated lighting and a microwave.”

“um Fri?”

“yes Ms L/n?”

“can you hide my location from Wanda and nat please?” you asked, you wanted to keep this space a secret for as long as possible.

“yes Ms L/n however i cannot hide your location from Mr Stark.”

“thats ok Fri just Wanda and nat are fine for now.”

“ok Ms L/n”

you walked through the foyer and out the back door. Sure Tony had said not to leave without an escort because of HYDRA but this was different he would understand and the treehouse had almost as much if not more security measures as the compound, it was built by tony after all.

after the long walk you climbed the ladder up into the mossy tree. It was old and beautiful with the branches hiding the treehouse nicely. it was large to say the least as the tree was huge. tucked deep into the woods off the beaten path if you weren’t looking for it you would not find it by chance. climbing up into it you typed in a small code and pushed open the trap door and crawled into the space. the lights flickered on and it had defiantly been upgraded. it was a single room with a door to a small bathroom on one side. how tony had managed to get plumbing this far into the woods you didn’t know but you thanked him none the less. the room had a beanbag chair in the corner with a blanket and a pillow. on one wall was a flatscreen Tv. there was a counter that turned into a desk with three shelves above it for storage. a microwave was set into the wall and a cupboard was above it that supposedly held the snacks. the lights in the roof could be dimmed and the colour changed. large glass windows lines the walls looking through the branches into the surrounding woods. large curtains could be drawn and there was a small deck you could sit on with just enough room for about three people to sit on with their legs hanging off the edge.

throwing your backpack on the desk you started by investigating the snacks. tony had bought all your favourites and you mentally thanked him. pulling out some chocolate you dragged your backpack over to the beanbag and clicked on the TV. you put on your comfort show and threw the fluffy blanket over yourself and pulled out your sketchbook and pencils. this was what you needed. exactly what you needed. some off-grid time alone to recharge. A few hours passed and you had watched the sunrise through the windows.

MASTERLIST

#the bear #marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #sicfic #wanda marvel #natasha romaoff #wandanat comfort #wandanat x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x r #teleporting #shifting #shape shifter #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #jarvis #hydra #avengers #nick fury #reader #fanfic #mcu #fluff #no angst #comfort #natasha marvel

[nessieart]

A story of finding yourself and finding love and friendship along the way. Navigating a world you've known all your life to a world of superheroes and foes alike.

A Tony Stark x Shifter!Reader story. Supernatural/Soulmates AU

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Part 2 AoU

One-shots:

What If...?

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Tony and Poppy will return!

#tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark x shifter!reader #shifter!reader #mcu fanfiction #Peter Parker #Steve Rogers #Bruce Banner #Soulmate AU #Supernatural AU #Masterlist

[neonponders]

To @kittyphoenix12-xx​  for Harringrove for Turkey!! Thank you so much for donated and a big thank you for your endless patience!! 💗

~ read on ao3 ~

• • •

Steve Harrington smelled. That was Billy’s current problem.

Because Harrington smelled good. Like the gold and amber warmth in sunlight that has soaked into a slept-in, pine-green blanket sort of way.

Billy didn’t like thinking of smells in terms of colors, but here he sat. Smelling colors while being stuck on Steve Harrington because their last names were right next to each other. Hawkins was so small that even outside of school, Billy felt like he was playing bumper cars.

And he could always find Steve. That proved to be a boon and a curse at this very moment, because Billy swung wide between feeling deliciously warm and satiated on Steve’s lap, and absolutely furious and indignant at being on four legs instead of two.

“Ow! Jesus shit, I should’ve known you were a cat,” Steve griped after a claw sliced his palm open. The smell of salty blood was gratifying, at least. Billy yowled deep in his chest as Steve picked him up like a heavy towel, dumping him onto the passenger seat. “I’ll apologize to you later. For now, try not to piss on the upholstery.”

How in gods name a party in bum fuck Hawkins had turned into Billy riding in Steve Harrington’s car…more specifically, how a piss in the woods had turned into Billy writhing in the most itchy, burning, bone-piercing ache, and then staring up at Steve…who seemed weirdly larger than Billy remembered.

Steve wasn’t larger.

Billy had turned into a cat.

And his excursion to the woods had been too successful, because he would very much like to give Steve’s car exactly what it deserves.

“Are you still Billy in there? Because you’re not speaking English right now, dude,” Steve said as he drove through the winding suburban roads. Billy stood on his passenger seat with his front paws on the window ledge. He was vaguely aware that his voice—his fucking meow—was deeper than a standard cat’s whine, but he was too overwhelmed to give a shit.

Night vision was nothing like movies made it out to be. Instead of really being able to see through shadows, his eyes snatched onto every moving detail. Hawkins had a lot more rabbits than Billy had previously noticed. And deer. Why the hell were deer strolling around backyard pools and flowerbeds?

Sound moved differently around his ears than it did for a human head. But on top of it all was Steve. All of his car. Every variation of scent that one human teenager could saturate within the interior of his stupid BMW. Behind it all, Billy could distinguish what must have been the aromas left behind by the original driver, Harrington Senior, but Steve had long since moved into this vehicle.

Billy could smell the days he landed in the car after basketball practice. The mornings he drove after a fresh shower. He could smell the moist soil on Steve’s shoes now and the salty freshness of new sweat and outdoor air on his skin—

“Jesus Christ,” Steve groaned. “I always knew you got mouthy when you were full of yourself but this is something else. Someone’s going to think I cat-napped you.”

Billy cast a silent glare at him, willing Steve’s brain to blow a fuse as Billy fumed, Worse, you gave me paws, asshole!

Almost like he had heard this, Steve sighed, “I assume you didn’t know you were able to turn into a cat, huh? We’re here.”

Billy’s smaller body sagged with the car turning into a driveway and rocking with the brakes. In record speed and agility, Billy sleuthed out of the war when Steve stepped out on his side—

“Wait a second, Billy! ” Steve shouted, and to Billy’s acute annoyance, he paused. Steve took advantage of the moment and stretched his arms out before they fell to slap against this thighs. “Where are you gonna go? I know you don’t think much of it, but Hawkins is dangerous at night. Can you at least let me take you inside and explain?��

Billy hissed, ears pinned back against his skull. In the back of his mind, he felt his earring weighing down the thin pinna of his ear. You’re not carrying me like a fucking pet.

Steve huffed tiredly. “I know you understand me. At least let me help you get back on two legs.”

Billy growled again, but even he could hear the annoyed tolerance in his yowl. Relief infused Steve’s features when he realized Billy’s slow footfalls were in the direction of the house. He pressed his thumb against his house key as he teased, “I won’t make you eat cat food—Hey!”

Billy swiped at the back of his ankle, catalyzing Steve’s pace toward the front door. Despite being a witch, Steve used his key to unlock the house and toed his shoes off on the welcome mat. Billy didn’t have clothes to remove. They were bunched up under Steve’s elbow—after Billy had zapped into a smaller body and Steve used the clothes like a burrito to wrestle Billy into the BMW.

Billy’s ears swiveled toward the sound of Steve rubbing his hands together. For a long moment, Billy processed how Steve’s fidgeting meant nervous, alongside Billy’s own desire to claw his way up Steve’s body so he wasn’t standing below knee level anymore. Considering this would result in Steve carrying him, Billy grumbled a low growl and started walking down the length of the foyer towards what he presumed would be a living room—

“Here, we’re gonna need to burn something.” Billy froze, Steve’s jogged steps making the floor tremble on his way to the sliding glass door. As soon as he looked back at Billy, he realized this and winced. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

Billy yowled on his way past Harrington’s stupidly large feet. Steve followed him out but left the door open. The backyard was…too much. The landscaping was all fragrant herbs and then there was the pool. Thankfully the saltwater was not as pungent as a chlorine pool, but Billy found himself retreating back to the carpet just inside the door. From there, he observed Steve ripping leaves off of one plant, and then flowers form another.

When he noticed Billy sitting inside, he barked, “What? Get out here.”

Billy pawed at his nose. He and Steve stared at each other until Billy chirped at him and touched his nose again. Steve’s large eyes drifted down to the herbs in his hand, before he pivoted to look at all the criminals in his smelly yard. “Oh. Okay.”

He came inside and, to Billy’s relief, shut the door. Like he was wadding up a ball of paper, Steve crushed the leaves and flowers in his hands before sprinkling them over the carpet. To Billy’s surprise and fondness, he recognized the flowers.

No wonder Harrington’s never with the weed kids behind the bleachers. He grows his own stash.

Billy filed this away for later, under the caveat of how, if this went well enough, he might hit Steve up for some of this later. Preferably free, at the expense of Steve’s guilt for getting him in this situation in the first place.

Billy’s mind infused with the familiar sour fragrance, as well as the neutral bitterness of green things. His ear twitched, making him vaguely aware of Steve going to the kitchen. Not having a pair of eyes on him helped him relax after what felt like a long night. It had only been perhaps half an hour, but Billy lowered himself over the carpet all the same, sniffing at the leaves and petals, wondering distantly what kind of spell Steve could do. Didn’t witches need cauldrons or something? Steve had just dumped everything on the floor…

The kitchen began to smell like spaghetti sauce. The telltale oven door sounds before garlic bread infused the air. Billy let his back legs flop to the side as he blinked slowly, one side of his skull drifting on sour kush, and the other tickling with the promise of spaghetti and bread…

Perhaps the pain brought his mind into clarity. Or simple hunger. Either way, Billy distinctly thought, Why the shit is Harrington cooking dinner instead of helping me? the same time he found Steve watching him over the island counter.

What’s more, Steve grinned like a teenager after experiencing his first tequila sunrise. “That was easier than I thought.”

Out of some whim of annoyance, Billy stood up—

All the way up.

Blood rushed to his head and he teetered, heavy, human feet loud and clumsy underneath him. All of a sudden, Steve’s hands were around his ribs, holding him up like a child. In other circumstances, Billy would have knocked his hands off and shoved him to the ground, but he had never faced this kind of nausea before. It was like all of his limbs had gone numb and his blood was too slow getting back to his fingertips and toes.

“Come here, sit down. I’ll get you a soda. You’ll feel better in a few minutes. I hope.”

“You’re a ray of sunshine,” Billy groaned. He couldn’t say that Steve was wrong, since with every step toward the couch, he did feel more clarity. Clear enough to notice Steve jerking the throw blanket down to spare the couch from Billy’s naked ass. “I’ll try not to be insulted by that.”

“You can wrap up in it, asshole,” Steve remarked on his way to the fridge. When he came back, he poured the ginger ale into a glass. Billy huffed at the gallantry, causing Steve to warn, “Don’t make me prefer you as a cat. Do you want food or not?”

“Oh, I’d love some. Do I get a placemat too?”

“No, but I can get you a bib,” Steve smiled.

“The faster you feed me, the less likely I am to beat your ass…unless you’ve got other tricks up your sleeve that you’ve been holding out on me.”

Something behind Steve’s eyes lit up, visibly processing that as a compliment. Billy frowned a little, since his track record over Steve was still one to zero.

Instead of answering, Steve worked on getting two heaping piles of pasta to the coffee table, with half a baguette, each, slathered with garlic butter. Billy nursed his soda, taking one, wrapped up forkful at a time. His stomach had just shrunken to the size of a cat’s, after all. And now that he thought about it…

“After drinking at the party, why haven’t I thrown up yet? My stomach has just accordion shifted between sizes.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as he worked on chewing through the lump of food in his cheek. “Wishful thinking? Please don’t barf.”

Billy’s lashes fell to half-mast. “So you don’t know anything about turning into a cat even though you forced this on me?”

“I didn’t force anything! You can turn into a cat on your own.”

“I’ve never run on four paws, Harrington,” he argued tiredly. Billy resigned himself to beat his ass tomorrow. For now, he just wanted this meal and a heavy night’s sleep.

Steve sighed and set his pasta on the table. “I take it your dad and stepmom don’t go for moonlit runs in the woods?”

Billy grimaced at him. “The hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you don’t know anything about this. Which means your mom is a big freaking help—”

“Don’t talk about my mom,” Billy said quietly. Like one monotone warning.

Steve took it. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

Billy pursed his lips into an impertinent line as his nostrils flared with his inhalation. “If I can turn into a cat, why haven’t I? Plenty of nights behind me to have discovered that party trick.”

The air crunched with Steve’s bite into his bread. His cheek refilled as he shoved the bite to the side and enunciated, “Well, you’re not a werewolf. If no one prompted you to change, I guess, why would you?”

“Then what were you doing in the woods, Steve?” Billy accused. “You were awfully available to scoop me up as soon as I went down.”

Steve countered, “What were you doing so close to me?”

“Taking a piss. Regular woodland activities. Last I checked, Hawkins was way too Christian to have Wiccans.”

Steve shook his head. “What are those?”

“It’s like witch religion. California’s full of them. They own half the incense stores that front for weed sales.”

Steve’s brows lifted, absorbing that with a chirped, “Huh.”

Billy’s eyes widened. “Explain, already! Don’t make me leave you bloody on the floor again.”

“Christ, okay,” Steve cursed under his breath. He rubbed his hands over his face and took a deep breath. “I’m a witch but an atheist one, I guess. All the practice but none of the…pagan stuff. We don’t needs god mojo but we still need energy for spells. The party was like a power plant.”

Billy plunged his fork back into his food, feeling like this was even enough footing for his stomach accept nourishment. Even if Steve sounded like a crackpot. “What sort of spells? Trying to get Wheeler to take you back?”

“No, we’ve been over for months.”

“New girlfriend?”

“I’m too busy getting rejected from colleges and job applying to have one right now.”

“So, what, then? A spell for good fortune? What does a rich boy like you need help with?”

Steve exhaled heavily again. His large hands rubbed over his knees, making Billy glad his heightened ears and nose were gone. “Witches don’t need Satan or gods…but familiars are real.”

“What is that? Familiar what?”

“An animal familiar,” Steve reiterated, and the light bulb went on above Billy’s head.

“You cast a spell to get a dog?”

“I cast a spell to invite a willing animal to keep me company. That’s the whole shtick about witchcraft: consent. I can’t just go into a pet store and buy one. I can put out an invitation, but that’s about it. And then you showed up.”

“I’m not a damn animal, Harrington,” Billy growled.

“I know, but unfortunately for both of us, you’re the one who answered the invitation.”

“I didn’t answer shit, but you’d be damn lucky to have me.”

A laugh sputtered out of Steve. And then of all the questions to ask, “Do you even like me? Outside of all the bullshit you throw at me, do you actually have an interest me? If you can answer honestly, I’ll make you a stronger drink.”

Billy frowned at him, staring hard enough that Steve squirmed, “What? What? ”

“Who was the one who lied to my face?”

Steve cleared his throat, having the grace to look ashamed. “Me.”

“Who was the one trying to make you suck less at basketball?”

“Your coaching needs a lot of work. I can’t tell the difference between harassment and advice from you.”

“Tommy was right there, giving you shit about Wheeler and Byers. You were an easy target, but who tried to remind you that girls don’t matter?”

Steve’s face scrunched up until he licked his lips with a popping sound. “I can’t tell the difference between a guy who hates women and a guy who’s just gay. Especially when you’re both—is that what I’m supposed to get from that?”

“I didn’t say shit about being gay,” Billy fumed. “That’s like me assuming you wanted something disgusting from those animals.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay,” Steve recoiled. “Relax, jesus. I mean, I don’t know a lot about it, but realizing you were the one in the woods wasn’t the worst news I’d ever gotten.”

Something diffused in the air between them. Like a coiling wire had finally relaxed and unwound. Billy’s eyes narrowed at him as he processed that. “What exactly is a familiar supposed to do?”

Steve shrugged. “Nothing, really. Just keep me company. Maybe act as a lookout and an alarm bell while I’m distracted with spells.”

“And you’d…want me to keep you company.”

For the first time tonight…not the first time in a while, though, Billy noticed how tired Steve looked. His posture was bad, and he looked like he hadn’t had any wind in his sails for a long while. Frankly, he looked lonely. Billy knew what that looked like. Every time he saw it in the mirror, he smiled at whoever stared at him the most and got them in his bed.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. I guess I would. If you could get your head out of your ass long enough.”

“No, I’m gay, we can’t do that.”

“That’s impressive. You should put that flexibility to better use.”

Billy couldn’t help the smile warming his features. “Like what?”

“Like practicing being a cat. It’s as much a part of you as running or swimming. I’d love to hear you purr.”

“Over my dead body.”

“Or mine,” Steve huffed, and Billy grinned.

“Yeah, or that. What did you use to make me change back?”

Steve had to get another bite down before he answered, “Weed and catnip. I was trying to make you relax long enough for your body to do the rest.”

Billy shook his head. “You’re lucky I’m sore like a car wreck.”

“That’s why you should practice,” Steve chimed encouragingly.

“I’m not going to sit on your lap so you can pet my fur. Get over yourself.”

Steve shrugged, unbothered. “That’s a shame. You smell nice as a cat.”

Billy froze, and whatever grimace he wore made Steve clear a laugh out of his throat and say, “I didn’t know cats smell good. Like a clean, salty breeze. It suits you better than those awful colognes you use.”

“You know what? I’m not sore enough to hit you.”

They had a long night ahead of them. And against all odds, many nights to come.

#harringrove #harringroveforturkey #harringrove for turkey #shape shifter!billy #witch!steve #familiar!billy #neonponders #fic rec

[sunnysideprincess]

“Every dog has his day. Today is Steve's.”

#steve x tony #steve/tony #stevetony #steve rogers #tony stark #stony #mcu #avengers #iron man #captain america #shifter au #cat tony #cat tony stark #doggo steve #dog steve rogers #deb does art

[samhenderson1986]

The Henderson's house

Our new home in Hawkins, Indiana

5:55

#babysitter steve #eddie munson stranger things #shifter #shifting #shifting to stranger things #eddie munson imagine #reality shift #scripting #shiftblr #shifting realities #shifting to my dr #desired reality stranger things #mom steve #platonic stobin #robin stranger things #reality shifting #shifting community #shifting motivation #steve harington #stranger things x reader #the chilling adventures of sabrina #harry styles #stranger things #stranger things textposts #steve harringon #steve and robin

[fizzigigsimmer]

TOO MANY I WANT TO SEE

but for WIP game: Dragon Shifter AU

(purely because i asked Add for same. you can never have enough dragon shifter aus)

tagging @medusapelagia as well in this one.

This was born of a few plot bunnies I jotted down here.

The human world and the land of fae have always been intertwined and closer than humans know. Only a thin barrier keeps wild and dark magiks from consuming everything else, and the fae lords have maintained that barrier since the dark age. The lords of the great houses, excepting the dragon lords, founded a school hidden away from human eyes to train young fae folk in the tenements of good magik in order to carry on the tradition.

Elfin fae have always been some of the most powerful and have ruled over the other great houses. Steve is a popular if unextrodinary elf from a great house. A middling student, nothing to suggest he's going to be the next great hero of the age - he hasn't even earned his wings. Not all elves are strong enough to reach winged flight, but if he's ever going to join his father on the fae court he's gonna have to figure it out.

Dragons are powerful fae too but are notoriously self serving and have a long complicated history of straddling the shadows. They've been known to produce dark trickster magik more often than not. Billy is a dragon under a curse - when he was a baby his father asked for a witches blessing to make him strong enough to best his enemies. She did but witch Magik always comes with a cost. He gets stronger with every year of life but eventually, he's not going to be able to contain it. Cursed to die before his twentieth birthday consumed by his own magik.

Intrigued by his magik and sensing his importance in the ever looming conflict between those fae who would protect the natural world and those who would conquer it, the Grand Master invites Billy to train at the school - the first dragon in a couple hundred years to do so. Billy agrees to go in the hopes that his studies will lead him to a cure for the curse.

Billy & Steve's worlds collide at magic school. Steve learns to love an insufferable dragon. Billy learns to love himself, Steve, and gives an uppity elf boy wings. And in between classes they and their ragtag assortment of fae friends stop a powerful new enemy who is stalking humans for a nefarious purpose.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #fic ideas #wips #plot bunny #fizzi writes fic #dragon shifter au

[not-close-to-straight]

Currently obsessed with feline!shifter Billy and partial shifted feline!shifter Steve snuggling and Steve is kneading at Billys side and chest and Billy rumbles, “soft paws, kitten” cos Steve’s nails are fucking SHARP.

Steve is mostly nonverbal in his partial shift so instead of apologizing he ducks his head and laps/cleans the little bit of blood from the scratches at Billy’s skin.

Billy has to close his eyes to try and stifle a growl cos it feels good. He pets at Steve’s hair and scratches at the tufted ears and manages, “thank you, kitten. That’s good.”

Steve goes back to kneading at Billys side but this time he’s very soft and purrs happily knowing he’s being good.

#Harringrove #shifter verse #Billy Hargrove #Steve harrington

[italiansteebie]

secret shape shifter Steve who everyone thinks dies in the upside down, only he doesn't but he's having a fantastically peaceful time shifting into a small brown cat and bugging each of them at their houses.

he keeps it his own little secret until robin and eddie come close to a fist fight over who he belongs to, and the peace he felt once is gone. "he's my cat. buck! his name is oz, and I found him first." Eddie sneers, waving his hands theatrically. "uh, no. he crawled out from under the rubble at my house, his name is rubble, obviously, and he is mine."

their heads turn to the cat that had been resting lazily on the worn couch, as he screamed at them, seeming to want them to stop arguing. "shush, cat. we're trying to argue," Eddie says, swiping a hand over his face, to which he hisses at, rolling his eyes before stalking back to eddies room. he can still hear them arguing, he shakes his head, "dummies," he thinks as he flicks his tail. he flops down, rolling on his back and stretching until his bones pop and snap back into his human form. (he shifted every night after he went home, he had some practice by now). Steve groaned as he stood, ruffling his hair, picking up some clean-ish clothes off of eddies floor, before slipping them on.

"can you guys shut up?" he said, walking into the living room where his two friends were still arguing. "no- steve? are you real?" Eddie whispered, poking his face, "hey!"

"what the fuck Steve, we thought you were dead!" robin cried, tears streaming down her face as she launched herself into his arms. "I've been around, robs."

"what are you talking about?" Eddie whispered, still staring at him as though he's an apparition, and well, he kind of is... "im the cat," Steve said simply, tacking on a 'meow,' for emphasis.

"what cat? my cat? rubble?" robin asked, jaw dropping when Steve nodding. "I changed in front of you! oh my god, Steve."

"prove it," Eddie said, eyeing him carefully.

Steve rolled his eyes, rolling his shoulders before beginning the shift once more. he stared up at his friends for a moment before shifting back into his human form carefully, as to not flash either of them.

"Oh my god. I told you about my crush on- that was private" Eddie cried, scrubbing a hand over his face.

and Steve remembers that night, how he softly curled around Eddie after uttering those words. "and I hate him," he'd sobbed, "because I never- never got to tell him how I felt," and Steve had never wanted to shift more in a moment, than right then and there.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #shape shifter Steve Harrington #robin buckley #steddie #pre steddie #stranger things #steddie ficlet #best friend robin #steve harrington ficlet #stranger things ficlet #shapeshifter #shapeshifter steve harrington #best friend robin buckley

[buckleysbitch]

Heyyy, I love your writing 🧡

I saw in your bio that you’re a shifter. I would love to hear some of your shifting stories. Do you have any tips? I’ve been trying forever 🫶

oh bestie i never claimed i was successful 😭

i use an adhd method by alunir on youtube that’s gotten me really close before though!! i’ve been taking a break for the past couple weeks for school but i wanna start again :)

my main dr is stranger things and here’s some of my favorite little details from my script!

- i met eddie when i had to sub for mike (my little brother) at hellfire when mom and dad sent him to nanas for the weekend for being a little shit

- my bestie is steve and our dynamic is naturally born to yap forced to work

- robin is my gf and i’m always gifting her pins for her jean jacket <3

if you guys ever have any curiosities about my dr and/or shifting in general please don’t hesitate to ask 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🐇

#stranger things shifting #shiftblr #reality shift #reality shifting #shifting #shifters #stranger things #robin buckley #steve harrington #eddie munson #buckleysbitch

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

On The Hunt: When Nothing Is Right

Summary: 5.1k Alpha Steve x Little One. It is harder to deal with Steve after the wolves full moon run and you are sure to tell him so. T'Challa gathers everyone together to go after one of Ulysses camps after gaining some intel.

Warnings- Probably more pissed-off feelings towards Steve. (Will I ever be able to redeem him?) gunfire, explosions, blood and character death.

A/N- Thank you, I feel the need to say thank you over and over to the followers still hanging onto this series. I have been working on The Pack for about three years now and what a journey into storytelling it has been. I have loved and hated this series, I have cried over this series and I have celebrated this series in those years, just as I continue to do so behind the scenes. (You all the amount of times I have cried because of your comments... you don't even know.) What I have learned is that this didn't come out of just me pushing through this story alone. I have been picked up and brushed off so many times by you guys telling me to keep going, to keep telling their story. I am fucking GRATEFUL to all of you for just that. Another thank you to @readwithfrannybarnes for taking my messy drafts and working through them and often holding my hand when I am nervous as hell about what I just wrote. Thank you again to all of you for the likes, comments, and shares. Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics As always- comments and shares mean the world to this series! Happy Howling! 🐺💙

Chapter Five / Masterlist

Steve didn’t want to leave, when he picked you up off the balcony's hard stone floor, you curved into him, your face tucking in against his neck and you sighed as if falling into a deeper sleep. He should have known the Alpha would seek you out on that night. Even though it made a war within his heart at being close to you, he couldn’t deny just how right it felt, the inner turmoil simmered to tolerable. Feeling you trust him like this made him whole for just a few minutes. 

It’s why he hated setting you down on your room's oversized bed, it didn’t escape his notice that it was easily made for more than one person. He tried not to pay attention to the scent of just you clinging to the sheets, but the Alpha did. 

Some dark part of him was pleased that you had never brought anyone back to your bed, let anyone into the nest that you would end up making soon, your heated scent was growing stronger. That was a space for mates, sharing it with anyone was intimacy on a whole other level. Steve knew you had every right to, he no longer had a claim to you. But he saw red when the panther's image came to mind was haunting him.

His hands eased you carefully onto the bed, his body aching at the feeling of you moving away from him. His hand flowed up the curve of your body, sinking into the sensation of you, filing it away as another memory of who he once had. The Alpha ached to curl around you, spoon behind you, and hold you. But Steve pulled away, letting his hand take one last touch, curving his palm around the back of your neck, his thumb brushing once against the bond scar before letting go to leave you in peace. 

He had already seen how having him near you stressed you out and he didn’t want to be the cause of that, it was torture to see you eye him warily as if he was about to attack.  

Steve thoroughly hated himself for it.

You whimpered softly in your sleep and Steve brushed his hand back on your neck, feeling you settle again in his touch. <She is days before her heat.> 

I know I wish I could help her. Steve hovered near you, trying to just walk away, knowing he should but it was so difficult. Every instinct in him screamed to stay, to curl back up with you and recover, fix that broken part of him that belonged to you.  

<We are here if she needs us.> His Wolf was so confident that Steve rolled his eyes at the beast's words, sensing that he was sure you would come to them. <Let’s go find her a gift. Our Little Wolf loves gifts. Something to let her know she is not alone.> 

Steve hesitated a moment, considering what it would mean to you if he left you something like he used to. Memories of little treasures scattered across his cabin made him smile, as well as wonder if they were still there. Feathers you found on the trails you used to run. Together you both had collected smooth stones and weathered wood that washed up on the beach. Steve would draw on dried mushroom caps off the trees in the logging lot, making you gasp at the small sketches he would gift you. You adored colored leaves from the fall that drifted down around the property, often making a game of snatching it from the air and marveling at the colors, making sure to keep a few that Steve purposely had framed to hang on the walls. Just that spring Sara was teaching you how to dry and press flowers. All those small tokens you scattered around the cabin, especially around the bedroom where the nest was made. It had been a safe haven for both of you, entwined together and talking about the future for yourselves and the Pack. 

And what should we bring her? 

<I know just the thing.>The Alpha excitedly exclaimed. Steve gave into him, one last look at you curled up in the bed before he let the shift take over, letting his beast take over once again that night, giving the Alpha the chance to tend his Little One. 

Steve was the one to return later, fully clothed now, and in his hand were smooth pebbles, tumbled in the river cutting through Wakanda. Something naturally beautiful for you while still sleeping peacefully. Careful he set the stones on the nightstand, knowing you would notice them when you woke up. 

The small colorful pebbles were still scattered around your room when you stormed out of your quarters, not even glancing to see if Steve’s door was ajar. 

You practically snarled on your way to the debriefing room. A young panther passed along a message that all of you were required immediately per T’Challa’s orders. Your snapping reply left him backing away and disappearing from sight. It was taking all you had to keep that anger at bay with your ex, refusing to acknowledge that it hurt more than it made you mad.

Steve wouldn’t mess with us, would he? 

The Little Wolf stirred, she was a whirlwind presence that made your fingers curl and jittery steps proceed you forward. She was just as wild feeling as you were at the moment. <Ask him if you want to know.> She snapped. 

You could tell she was mad and upset too, for different reasons. She and the Alpha had run together and waking up alone, still without her mate at her side was making her lash out, if you were shifted, it wouldn’t be hard to elicit a snarling attack from her. 

You sensed Steve before you saw him, turning the corner leading to where others were gathering in the large royal room, Steve and Bucky were talking quietly amongst themselves while walking ahead of you. You saw Steve tense a bit, his head tilting towards his shoulder and inhale, like he was seeking you out. 

Another thing to add to your list of why you were annoyed with Steve, always seeking you out. 

Bucky slipped into the room, but Steve stopped to hold the door open, his gaze softening when seeing you but you wouldn’t return it. Making worry and doubt cross his features. 

“Y/N..” He started a greeting but in passing, you bared your teeth at him with a warning growl. All of that hostility from you as your Little Wolf was currently revolting against you for warning him away. Clear blue eyes that were once so happy to see you flashed in alarm, widening in surprise as you stalked past him. 

Let the bastard wonder why I’m pissed. 

The Little Wolf huffed and her fur bristled at your words. You moved to Shuri’s side, the pantheress side-eyeing you a moment. “You okay? What did the big Neanderthal do?” 

You ignored her a moment, staring straight ahead, not wanting to answer her question. But you could feel her big inquiring eyes on you, knowing the girl was relentless in getting what she wanted. “He gave me a gift.” You finally relented and she gave a huff of disbelief. Finally, someone who got it. 

“A meager peace offering for how he disrupts your life with us? What made him even think you would want one.” 

Now was your time to squirm, your voice lowering. “Well, um… I might have run with him last night during the full moon.” That caused Shuri to narrow her eyes accusing you. “Okay, the Little Wolf did but you know… her and I are essentially the same so… I don’t fucking know Shuri. I am all confused by him. He comes here and willingly gets paired up to track with me. Why? After he insisted we couldn’t be mates anymore.” 

You could feel that overwhelming wave of questions, doubts, and pain start to build in your chest, making your Little Wolf forget her anger with a worried whine echoing in your mind. Shuri must have sensed it too cause she wrapped an arm over your shoulder in a brief hug, nuzzling briefly against your cheek with a rolling purr. “He is the dumbass who let the best part of him go, now let’s make him regret it.” She winked at you after giving a playful smack of her lips on your cheek, her gaze darting from you to the man across the room. 

The man who was now very red in the face and almost looked like he was ready to strangle someone, that gave you a slightly giddy rush that he would be jealous. Pan chose that moment to wrap his arm over your other shoulder, pining you effectively between the two panthers. 

“What are we whispering about?” He said conspirately while glancing around. 

“Dumb Alpha’s and why our Wolf here is better than them,” Shuri said triumphantly and Pan gave a solemn nod of agreement. 

“Wolf Alphas always seem so growly and pissed off.” He observed, his gaze flowing from Steve to Bucky, who was also glowering at everyone. You grinned and shrugged a bit. 

“They are like that to members outside of the pack, makes them look all big and scary.” Shuri gave a roll of her eyes and Pan gave a rumbling purr of a laugh. Already you were feeling better even if the Little Wolf was still pissed off at you. 

The room shifted attention when the queen entered, T’Challa right behind her. Both of their faces were serious, demanding every shifter’s attention. The chatter died down, all heads turning to the royals. “We located another camp from an anonymous tip, heavily armed and about to move the panthers and other shifters they have.” T’Challa’s gaze fell on you and then to the Alphas across the room. “They said they had some wolves in their possession. I figured you all would want in on this hunt to recover some other pack mates and help them return home.” 

You felt your Little Wolf perk up, her ears pricking and her demeanor shifted from giving you the cold shoulder to interest. Across the room, you could already see Steve and Bucky’s resolve. They would be hunting with the Panthers this time. 

<We have to Y/N, we can’t leave them there. You know what happens.> 

We are going Little Wolf, even if I have to do this with Steve. A satisfied snarl of anticipation echoed, making a cool calm readiness curl in your chest. We will bring them home. 

“Here you should find any equipment either of you might need. In fact, James I might have something you would be interested in.” T’Challa led Bucky away to show him some of Shuri’s specialties while Steve looked at the large assortment of gear that he knew Fury would love to have access to for any of the Commando groups Shield still had running. His gaze fell on various things that other panthers were plucking off the shelf to fit on. He would need something light to be able to move with speed into the camp, last time the chaos of the attack was swift. T’Challa wandered back over, his eyes roaming over the wall Steve was standing in front of. “Who will be hunting, you or your Alpha?”

“Since you already have the location, I will be in human form. I don’t know what shape the survivors are in. Seeing a large Alpha that may not be theirs might trigger them. At least like this, I can talk to them.” Steve said, picking up arm cuffs long enough to fit over his forearms. T’Challa nodded in approval as Steve fit them on, trying to see their purpose. 

“Fist your hand and give a push.” The King instructed and when Steve did, it activated the shield, flaring it out around his arms and clicking in place. At the end were sharp barbs, with the right punch, they would stab right into his opponent. 

“A weapon and a shield…” Steve admired the tool on his arms while T’Challa gave a nod to confirm it’s uses. 

“Another Shuri creation.” 

Steve made the motion again, sending the shields back to their compact shape. “Remind me to never upset her if this is the stuff she is coming up with.” 

T’Challa laughed softly with a nod. “She is a wildcat when someone crosses her. Excuse me, I must get ready myself. We are leaving in just a few.” 

Once again alone in the middle of the chaos of panthers, Steve went to find Bucky but instead came across you fitting yourself into a suit and facing away from him while you worked on zipping up the back of your suit. 

It stunned Steve for a moment, watching you gear yourself up to go to battle. He had seen you plenty of times preparing for a fight, but to watch you gear up, various weapons stashed on you, the kevlar layering against your form to protect your most vulnerable places, it made him gulp, his cheeks heating and swirls of arousal peak all his senses as well as that knot of worry that he always had when you were in any possible danger. The Alpha was prominent in his mind, feeding at feelings of want and need in him. The snap of your head had you looking at him over your shoulder and your gaze darkened on him. <She’s pissed.>

Oh fuck. 

“What do you want?” You grabbed at your wristlets, fitting them back on.

“I was just looking for Bucky.” Steve was soft with his words, trying to feel out why you were even more angry at him. “I’m sorry… if running with me last night…” 

You growled and his mouth snapped shut. “I called you remember, or the Little Wolf did and you answered. Why would I be mad about that Steve.” 

“Because you are snapping at me like you want to rip my throat out.” His temper briefly flaring as your anger was coming off you in waves. 

That was it, he could see the way you pivoted to face him with bared teeth and the tip of your nose wrinkled, mimicking a snarling wolf. Although shorter than him, you seemed to draw yourself up to his height. “I’m upset because you left me pebbles.” The panthers around you two threw cautious looks at one another while retreating enough to give the illusion of space. “A gift Steve, you went and found me something that you know I would really love and want to keep.” 

Steve stammered out. “Yeah, I thought you would like it Litt- Y/N.” 

“That, right there.” You pointed at him, your finger plowing right against his muscular chest. “You want us to be separated, but you still bring me gifts, catch yourself calling me Little One, coming here and disrupting everything I built to recover, Steve. I am recovering from you and you are just all right here, right in front of me pretending we’re good friends and nothing more with your words, but your actions are just what they were when we were mated. No. No, that’s not going to work for me. You can’t treat me like that and then say something different.” Your voice rose higher. “So stop it. We are not mates, you made that fucking clear the day you cut ties with me. Stop trying to still be, because this half-in, half-out game isn’t going to be tolerated.” You stepped back away from him, putting space between you two. 

Steve felt it all, your words were laced with pain and sadness under all that anger. Everything he caused to you and was still doing by being here. Everything in him hated what he had done, how he hurt you and he didn’t know how to fix it for you. “Y/N…” He started, trying to find the words to tell you that you were right, he was struggling to let you go. 

“Don’t say anything Steve, you can’t fix it with words.” You stepped around him, leaving him alone with your final statement while you joined the others heading out of the building. 

Bucky stepped into the room once it vacated, approaching his Alpha cautiously. Steve was doing everything in his power to keep from chasing after you, beg for your forgiveness. He would never forget the pain in your eyes that he put there.

<We did that…> 

I did, you never wanted to break the bond… I cut her off and now she is struggling. 

The Alpha was torn, wanting to take care of you and being told no. <She is moving on without us.> 

That’s what happens when you cut bonds. 

 “Hey… you up for doing this?” Bucky asked and Steve seemed to snap out of it, his tone turning into his Alpha commands. 

“We don’t stop till the mission is finished.” 

Can you hear me brotha? Shuri’s voice sounded in all your ears, her drone high above the camp.They are scurrying. You all maybe have ten minutes before there will be no sign of them. 

T’Challa had already circled the camp with Okoye and Steve, using his two most battle-knowledged resources to disperse the panthers in place, hopefully covering all exits and having the fewest casualties. You were placed near the main exit with Bucky, having been given the instructions to disable any vehicles leaving the camp, with the training Sam gave you fixing mechanical equipment, you were well equipped with how to kill the engines. Bucky stood at your side, tense and filled with anticipation. Instead of his usual flexible armor over his weaker left arm, he wore one of the devices Shuri invented. A shimmer of blue reflected the small amount of vibranium used to cover him like a shield. 

“It can go further if you want.” You softly shared with him while activating your bracelets, sending the special vibranium settling over your upper body like a second skin. Different than Bucky’s, but just as safe as his. 

“I’m just trying it for now.” He flexed his arm, wincing as the pain of the movement set off several permanently damaged nerves. “But it's a lot easier to move in then what they put on me.” 

You could only assume they were Hydra when he was under the influence of them. His comfort wouldn’t have been considered, not when he was hunting as the Winter Soldier, he just had to be efficient.  

A soft buzz went over your head, making you glance up to see Shuri’s drone checking on you, you gave a little wave of recognition before it wobbled a bit back in greeting. Her voice came over the comm in your ear. 

I’m glad my brother didn’t push you with that idiot Neanderthal. 

You couldn't help but snort out in a laugh, making Bucky side-eye you curiously as you glanced down, trying to hide your gleeful look at Shuri’s name for Steve. She must have had the drone connecting only with your ear piece for now from the confused look Bucky flashed you.

Be safe sister, I will see you when you come back, we can talk trash about your ex some more. Her greeting made your Little Wolf grumble, but you felt warmth curl in your chest that you had such a good friend at your side. 

Another voice crackled through, T’Challa’s this time talking to all of them, telling them to move in. You and Bucky both sprinted among the others with you, the two of you breaking away from the Panthers when you approached the first rigs all packed and ready to exit the camp. You and Bucky caught the first one by surprise as you vaulted up on the front of the truck, tumbling across the wide metal hood while slapping a disc on the top. The man behind the wheel stared at you wide eye for a second as you activated the device, the beeping giving warning it was about to explode. A gun lifted and aimed at you, but before he was even able to get his finger in place to pull the trigger, the divers door was wrenched open and the man pulled out to have his neck snapped. 

You slipped off the truck, pushing Bucky into motion as you both sprinted away. “Thanks.” 

“It’s what I’m good at.” He replied as you both ducked out of the way. “What did you put on that truck?” 

“A disabler, like one of those bytes Natasha uses. It sends an electric current through the motor, frying it useless.” You both lowered to the ground along the edge of the truck, sneaking on the next one that looked empty of anyone in the driver's seat. From a distance, people were yelling and shots were booming, you could only pray they weren’t hitting any of the team or shifters held against their will. 

“Nice,” Bucky muttered as he slunk along the edge of the truck. “Don’t let Sam see them cause he will probably freak out and ban everyone from the garage.” 

You snickered as you prepped another one in your palm, Bucky folded his hands and gave you a push-off to send you sailing up to the large truck's engine. This time the window was empty and you took your time setting it up when multiple pings sounded off the metal near you, and a stinging sensation burned along your shoulder, making your Little Wolf yelp in alarm and you tumble backward, scrambling to get out of the weapons view. Shocked by the suddenness the bullets came out of nowhere, you were screaming for Bucky to get down while checking that no bullets had penetrated your shields.

Shuri’s drone zoomed out of nowhere, twirling in circles to find where the shooter was located.  Above you Y/N Shuri screamed in your ear while you pushed to the edge of the truck’s hood to get yourself out of sight, falling several feet to the ground. Bucky had his eye to a scope, scanning where Shuri directed you. The ground was exploding with bullets aiming right for you as you pulled yourself underneath the truck, trying to get behind some cover. 

James, the top of that hillside, they planted snipers.

They took aim for him once you were out of sight, his own gun swinging one spot after another as he took precise shots, using his shielded arm to block any coming his way. Your jaw dropped in shock seeing Bucky shoot till he found everyone aiming for them. His weapon lowered, a slight vibration flowing through him like he was keeping his inner beast in check before he ducked down to peer under the truck. “Y/N, are you okay?” 

It took a second before you scrambled forward to crawl out “Yes, but how in the hell didn’t you get clipped?” 

He reached for your hand, pulling you the rest of the way out. “That shield covered all of me, just like you said it would. I got to tell Shuri this is magnificent. I felt a bit of the impact, but nothing serious.” 

You’re welcome. Shuri’s voice rang in your ears, the drone hovering just overhead before it zipped back out of sight, following along the perimeter of the camp. 

Bucky scowled at the device, eyes narrowing. “I don’t trust them.” 

“Yeah well, you can trust Shuri.” You shoulder-checked him gently with a grin, the Little Wolf pacing in your mind but the adrenaline rush that the attack had caused was starting to die down, your heart no longer racing. 

There wasn't any warning, Bucky lurched forward, a loud echo of a ping coming from his left shoulder and a man stepping out of the jungle, everything about him was masked to blend in, including his scent. He took his shot at close range, sending Bucky sprawling from the impact. “Last place I thought I would see you Sobaka.” His heavy accent made Bucky attempt to scramble up, the look in his eyes almost panic as they turned on you while you were trying to help him up and block him from the gunman, his gun cocking to take aim once more. 

“Get out of here Little Wolf,” Bucky growled out while pushing you away from him to make you fall back into the heavy dense forest, your tumble making you skid down the side of a hill into even thicker heavier foliage, tangling you. You yelped Bucky’s name while pushing yourself up and ripping at the jungle's dense foliage to get free, scrambling up the hillside to reach your packmate. 

“BUCKY!” You crested the hillside to see chaos. In the mere seconds you had been entangled Bucky shifted to the White Wolf, the beast's fur drenched red as the man threatening you before was trying to crawl away, his mouth gaping as he tried saying something, but red just leaked from him. You pushed up to a stand while the White Wolf’s ears pricked at you, his muzzle curling up to show stained fangs from his recent attack. “James… it’s me.” You held your hands out, and they wavered as your Little Wolf started snarling, ready to defend you. 

His tongue lolled over his muzzle but his snarls still made you want to submit to him even as an Omega yourself, his Alpha presence usually so subdued was unleashed. The Wolf’s eyes were glowing a burning yellow, his fur bristling as he seemed to asses if you were his next victim. 

Your breath caught in your throat, knowing that Bucky wasn’t in control and everything was seen as a threat to the White Wolf. You felt your Little Wolf preparing, you were a swift shifter, but you wouldn’t be able to make the change before he got to you. “Buck, please.” Your voice wavered softly as you fell back a step. 

You saw his muscles tensing under his fur, preparing for his final attack. In a split second, you clinked the bracelets together, letting the armor flow over you when you were hit with force. Your hand grabbed his ears to keep his snapping jaws away from your face, his snarls and snaps as loud as your scream for help. 

You wriggled under the massive wolf, pressing your feet against his softer underbelly to try and kick him back. “BUCK! STOP!” You screamed, a howl of distress bubbling up to escape you from the Little Wolf. All in seconds you were rolling away from him, the weight of him suddenly gone. Lifting your head you saw the silver streak go after the White Wolf again. Your brain was trying to catch up, but the Little Wolf already knew. 

The two alpha’s were going after each other viciously, tangling around each other while their roars were deafening, giving you flashbacks to your and Steve’s fight underground, Brock standing nearby with triumph as your Alpha pinned you into the hard cement floor, his long canines digging into you while his hot breath washed over you. 

He was lethal when he wasn’t in control, his Alpha much bigger than the smaller Little Wolf who struggled vainly trying to not hurt her mate even after the bond was shattered. 

All you could feel was regret in those moments that Steve had to do this, that he would have to live with what happened for however long Brock wanted to torture him. In those moments, your life changed to where you were now.

<It’s Steve. He heard you.> 

Behind you an earth-shattering boom sent you falling back once again. This time mid-roll, you pushed to your feet, sprinting to where you could see smoke billowing. <What are you doing? We have to go back to our mate!> The Little Wolf started fighting against you, trying to break free from your mind. 

Steve can handle himself, they can’t. Another bomb went off, this time a truck near you shot shrapnel flying all over, making you duck, covering your head as best as you could. You felt tiny knicks get where you weren’t protected. 

“Y/N!” Pan lowered next to you, his hands pulling under your arms to get you up. “We gotta go, now.” 

“We can’t leave.” You said in a pant, preparing for the next sprint into the foray of madness. 

“It was all a trap, this was never an actual camp. Set up for us to come in.” Pan tugged at you again, dragging you to your feet. 

“Steve and Bucky are back through the brush. Bucky was triggered and now Steve is trying to keep him from attacking us.” 

Pan glanced around and got the two of you moving, checking for survivors as they raced for cover. “You should shift Wolf, we can move-” Another violent wave seemed to overtake the camp, both of you ducking once more. 

But it wasn’t nearly enough, not this time. Pan covered your body while pushing you down, a soft gasping snarl in your ear as his body shook against yours until everything went silent, even Pan. Warmth raced over you and you smelled it before you saw anything. The iron tang of blood. 

“P-p-p-an?” Your voice wavered as you wriggled out from underneath him and started to push him over. Instead of the warm friendly eyes of your friend, they were staring unseen. “PAN, please talk to me.” You cupped his face, trying for any response even though there was nothing there. 

The White Wolf was shaking next to him, the Alpha barely holding onto the connection they shared, Bucky finally blinked back through and suddenly he was back, the man looking at the Alpha with a hoarse tone to his voice. “I’m fine Alpha, I got it. Go now.” 

They all heard the booms beyond the trucks you and Bucky were meant to destroy, beyond the thick underbrush of wild jungle. 

The Alpha was torn, to stay with his brother and make sure he was truly okay and in control like he said or go to you, his instincts to protect you from any harm. The Wolf bolted, using his large muscled body to crash through to the other side. 

The smoke made the Alpha’s eyes sting and the residue of destruction cling to his fur as he nosed along the ground, following your scent out of millions that were burning his senses. His ears pricked when he heard the sound of your cries. 

You were leaning over the panther you ran with, you were pressing your hands against his chest, pumping hard to make him breathe. 

But the Alpha had seen enough bodies on the battlefield to know he was gone. 

He approached you, the Alpha pressing against you till you fell into him, burying your face against his fur and wrapping around him. 

Steve shifted, his voice soft while pulling you into his hold and cradling you while you mourned on the battlefield. “I got you Little One.” 

T’Challa pried off his mask, the drone hovering near him. His eyes stung with the dust and smoke filtering through the air, his panthers pulling together to find the wounded. His sisters' drone hovered near him. “Shuri, how bad is it?” The King tiredly asked. 

Bad Brother, our intel was wrong in this case. There are several casualties. 

T’Challa caught sight of Steve holding You with Pan’s body crumbled nearby. “Too many casualties.” 

#on the hunt #the pack #alpha steve and little one #alpha steve x little one #steve rogers fanfiction #shifter steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers and reader #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers au #marvel au #steve rogers #chris evans characters #avenger au #amber writes #sweater writes

[huffelpuff210]

Running Part 3

Dark Themes, Stalking, Kidnapping, forced relationship,

:You've been on the run, You thought you got away but it turns out Bucky is more resilient than you thought.

It had been six months since the incident you have been on the run from the psycho who thought he would keep you as a mate, the guy was insane and he had help, he looked familiar but you didn’t want to know, it took a few hours to loose him and his pack, you covered you’re tracks in the river so they would lose you’re scent, you stayed in the river for a few miles and thankfully it worked, You decided to keep running the look in the man’s eyes told you he wouldn’t give up, No matter what and you needed to keep running. 

You escaped the states and now are in Canada, in the snowy regain, You never stayed more than a week somewhere, 

You cut you’re long hair it is now just above you’re shoulders You put in blue contacts to mask you’re green eyes, So if they would find you they wouldn’t recolonize you, At least that’s what you hoped would happen. 

You were sitting in a cave, Eating some cooked peasant you hunted, In you’re leopard form or human you were an excellent hunter, 

You weren’t one for fighting though the night you attacked you’re kidnapper that was you’re leopard did that backed into a corner and she attacked. it was her instinct to attack when you are in danger. 

After eating you’re meal, you rested you’re head on the wall of the cave, they snow was falling heavily and You loved it, the wind was blowing, You loved it, the bitter cold never bothered you you welcomed it, 

You smile as you look at the snow falling. 

You knew it would be hard for them to try to find you in a storm like this, the snow masks you’re scent it covers tracks, And you left no paper trail, You could live you’re entire life off the land and still live happily and comfortably. 

That’s when a smell hit you’re nose, and you knew exactly who it was, You quickly got up and ran out in the storm, you knew you had to stay a few steps ahead of him, and you are sure that tigers have a hard time in the snow, since they aren’t built the way you are, 

You listen in, 

“It’s freaking freezing.” You hear

“Shut up Tony this is for Bucky.” You hear another voice, 

“But why the snow and Canada?” You hear another voice 

“Just keep going.” You hear Bucky’s voice 

You decide to keep going actually running you’re heart pumping a mile a minute, You needed to get away, By any means possible as you ran the snow got heavier and harder to run in, You either had to shift, or hide out somewhere, You couldn’t hear anyone anymore. You were starting to get out of breath which was rare for you. 

You look behind you and don’t see anyone You thought you were in the clear when the wind was knocked out of you, You were tackled to the ground into the snow. 

“Caught you kitten.” You see Bucky hovering over you You glare at the man knowing you needed to get away by any means possible.

#dark avengers #dark alpha bucky barnes #dark alpha steve rogers x omega reader #mcu smut #marvel #dark bucky x reader #shifters

[pandagirl45]

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

[nessieart]

TEETH pt. 20

Wc: 4.8k

Warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of self-inflicted wounds, depression, blood. angst? Some fluff. Tony being a big ol’ sweetheart.

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You went to get up and run towards Tony, but a hand gripped your wrist before you could take a step. You whirled around, eyes wild.

“Let go'a me, Steve,” you growled, you try to yank your hand away, but Steve holds fast. “Let go before I make you,” you growl.

He shakes his head, “you just spent the last 30 minutes out of your mind with pain. I could hardly get you to stop trying to rip your skin off. Do you think I'd let you get near anyone else who can't stop you?” He says softly, his eyes plead with you to understand, the grip on your wrist tightening ever so slightly. Somewhere deep inside you, you understand. You wouldn't trust another person - supernatural or otherwise - to be set free after the display you put on.

Another growl leaves your chest, and when you raise your other hand, Steve catches it and spins you so your back is to his chest. Your arms are across your body as he tugs them tighter, so you can't scratch or bite him.

“Please, Flowers,” he says quietly in your ear.

“Cap, let her go,” Tony speaks up. He's moved closer to your group, a placating smile on his lips. He raises his hands up in front of him when he stops a few feet from you and Steve. “She won't hurt me. Will you, Poppy?”

“Never,” you plead, voice sounding with so much conviction, you wiggle your arms trying to get free. After a few heartbeats, Steve slowly relaxes his hold on you. You haven't taken your eyes off Tony since he started walking your way. Your insides feel like they are soaked in warm honey. Seeing Tony come to your defense makes you melt a little. You want to touch him, to hug him. Make sure he's really standing in front of you, and never let go.

“Stark,” Steve warns, you feel him shake his head behind you. Tony eyes Steve and smirks.

“C'mon, Cap, what's the worst that could happen?” He moves his gaze back to you, “she bites me?”

You grin at him, and when you shake loose, Steve just lets you go. You staggered a little after Steve let go of you, but soon righted yourself as you launched the rest of the way into Tony's arms. Your arms wrap around his neck, and he lifts you into a crushing hug, and your legs go around his waist. You bury your face into the crook of his neck and inhale deeply.

It's like breathing air for the first time after breaking a water's surface. Bathing in the moonlight of a full moon after you Shift. Holding Tony and breathing him in seems to calm the storm inside of you. A shudder runs through you both, and the pain from earlier is gone. You feel the fur that had ripped out of your skin begin to fade, flesh stitching itself back together, and wounds healing.

You didn't realize you started crying until Tony pulled you back to look at him. His hand comes up, and his thumb wiping your tears away, his brows pinch together, and he tilts his head.

“Huh, the pain is gone,” he mutters, his eyes roaming your face.

You grab his face between your palms, forearms resting on his shoulders while he still holds you up. “What pain?” You ask, and you move his head from side to side, checking if there are any marks on him; if your mark was still on him.

Tony explains the feeling you felt too, of a heat so intense one minute and then ice cold the next. Though he also tells you it wasn't nearly as bad as yours. While his was a mild discomfort, your experience was like none other. So much so that you tried to rip your flesh from your body, the evidence in your still tattered shirt, blood stains down your body, and under your nails.

When you're satisfied, he has no obvious marks or otherwise on him. You wiggle out of his hold, and he sets you back on your feet. You hug him again, around his middle, and his arms come up across your shoulders. His face goes into your hair, and he exhales a deep breath, body going lax with you in his arms again.

A throat clears from behind you, and Tony looks up, “almost forgot we had an audience, Pup,” he says into your hair. He gives you a squeeze and lets you go. The new nickname he gives you sends a jolt up your spine, and you give a soft squeak when you look up at him.

Bastard. He's smirking at you.

When you turn around to Sam and Steve, Sam has his arms across his chest, a knowing smirk on his face. Steve has hands on his hips and a pinch of concern on his brow.

Something flashes behind his eyes when you make eye contact, but it's gone just as fast. He looks away and then up at Tony.

“What the hell just happened? What does all this have to do with your brother?”

Tony grunts, “delightful little ray of sunshine, isn't he?” You elbow him in the ribs, and he gives a soft oof. He places a hand on the back of your neck, the other in his pocket. “I'm just saying,” he shrugs.

You roll your eyes at him, “he was just upset when you met him,” and you look down with furrowed brows, “he has a right to be.” Tony softly squeezes his hand that's on the back of your neck, running his thumb in a soothing manner. “After finding out what happened.”

“That Barnes killed your whole family? Yeah, I'd be pretty upset, too.”

“Tony!!” You glare at him.

“He what?” Steve says softly. Oh. Oh, Steve. You forgot to tell him, or maybe he just never put two and two together; blissfully ignorant to all the things HYDRA subjected his best friend to for over 60 years. At least.

“It wasn't - he did but - wait,” you go to move toward Steve when he paces away, but the hand on the back of your neck squeezes and doesn't let you go. “It was HYDRA, I know that now. Steve,” you plead, and he stops, head hanging low with his hands on his hips. His shoulders deflate, and he gives a little nod of his head.

You tell Steve and Sam what happened after the bridge in D.C., after STRIKE separated you from them and Natasha. Their faces going grim and dark, Steve looks like he may be sick. He sits down on the couch with his head on his hands by the time you finish.

“Sometimes I can still hear his screams when I close my eyes at night. I'm sorry I couldn't convince him to stay,” you tell him.

Steve scrubs his hands down his face and looks at you with tired eyes. He shakes his head, “it's not your fault. You couldn't have known he'd run.” You hum in acknowledgment, of course you figured he'd run, but not this soon.

Tony's hand squeezes you again, “about Leon, what were you going to say, honey?”

“Oh, right. He may have found his mate, but then something happened. I don't know what, but it can't be good,” your hand goes to your chest, “I feel like something broke. An invisible tether that linked us is gone. I feel empty. Hollow. Lost.”

Everyone is quiet for a moment, letting what you say sink in. Their not knowing what to say is evident enough. They couldn't begin to understand how or what you're feeling. Well, maybe they can. Everyone in this room has lost someone they loved, and that thought makes your chest ache and constrict all over again.

After a few minutes, Sam speaks up hesitantly, “you don't think he… could he be…?” The implication hangs in the air, worry coating his features when you look at him.

Your breathing is ragged when you try to focus on Sam's words. You feel tears burn behind your eyes and shake your head. “No,” your breathing increased, “no, I'd know. I would know!” Would you know? Your limbs begin to shake as your vision goes blurry. “I'd know! I would know if he…if he d-died!”

A hard squeeze to the back of your neck makes you look up at Tony. You can see his waterline gathering tears. Oh, and it breaks your heart to know he can feel your pain. Your heartache is so deep that it's soul crushing and bone shattering.

Tony pulls you to him, and you sag in his hold, “C’mon, let's clean you up, and then you can rest,” he says softly. He puts a hand to your lower back and leads you towards the bedroom. “Gentlemen,” Tony calls to Steve and Sam. They look on with creased eyebrows as they see Tony handle you with care. “Make yourselves at home.”

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A warm cloth swept across your face when you came back to yourself. You must have zoned out, getting lost in your head after the day you had. A soothing voice is speaking, the damp cloth swipes down your neck to your collarbone and repeats the gentle motion a few more times before it's submerged in the water around you.

Your eyes focus, and you're staring at the side of Tony's face. His eyebrows are a little furrowed, his forehead creased with worry lines.

“...Even risked his career trying to find me. He's the only real friend I've ever had,” he hums quietly, wrings the cloth out, and brings it to the other side of your face. “Don't tell him I said that,” Tony's eyes drag across your face, and you lock eyes with him, blinking owlishly at him. The corner of his lips turn up, and he seems to exhale relief and the tension off his shoulders.

“Hey, pretty girl,” his other hand smooths over your hair, brushing it back and away from your face. It's wet, you vaguely think, and he repeats the motion again.

“..too hot, is it?” You catch the end of what Tony says again, and when you don't answer, his thumb runs across your cheek. “How about we get you dried off and warm, yeah?” He nods his head, and you copy the motion slowly, eyes a little unfocused.

You feel heavy and numb as Tony helps you out of the tub and wraps a big fluffy towel around you. His hands rub up and down your arms over the towel, “Get dry, and I'll bring you something to wear,” he says softly and exits the bathroom.

You don't really notice the shudder that overtakes you, and you Shift, feet dragging you out to follow Tony. He's in the walk-in closet, reaching up to grab a shirt, his own riding up exposing his skin. Your wet nose makes contact with his skin, and he yelps in surprise, dropping the clothes in his hands.

“Geez, that's cold,” Tony rubs the spot your nose touches. Turns to you and runs his hands through your damp fur. “Done with human feelings for today? Yeah, I get that,” he sighs and nudges you out of the closet.

You follow behind Tony as he makes his way out to the living area. Steve and Sam are seated on the couch when they come into view, conversing quietly. The TV is on, but the volume is turned down low, and Tony plops down on the couch next to Steve dramatically, letting out a grunt as he does so.

You lazily make your way up on the couch, flopping down across all three men, your head in Tony's lap.

“Aw man, why are you all wet!?” Sam exclaims as your tail thumps up into his face. Tony chuckles and pets your head, scratching behind the ears every so often.

“How's she doing?” Steve asks, a hand gently running through your fur. You let out an exaggerated sigh, eyes closing as 3 different hands pet you.

Tony is quiet for a moment, just letting the feel of your fur through his fingers distract him. When you open your eyes to look up at him, he smiles, one corner of his lips tugging up.

“Better,” is all he says, and you close your eyes again.

—

The following morning, you blink your eyes open, and the midmorning sun shining through the floor to ceiling windows casts a warm glow in the living room. Your nose is pressed into the side of Tony's neck, his arm under your head, and the other draped over his eyes. You sigh in content, puffing out a lungful of breath.

Tony groans, “hmm. Can't say I've ever woken up to morning dog breath,” his voice is rough with sleep, and he peeks one eye down at you, smirking. You grumble out a yawn and then lick the side of his face. He laughs and shoves at your nose.

Tony had to extract himself from under you to get off the couch, shuffling his way to the kitchen to make some coffee; something about it being way too early to function without caffeine. Still on London time, he grumbled. You followed Tony to the kitchen, flopping down on the floor with a thud. Not five minutes later, maybe smelling the coffee, Steve entered the kitchen in sweats and a shirt, yawning his good morning.

Sam was out next. He seemed more like a morning person. His greeting was a good pat to your head and a wave to Tony and Steve.

Your tail swished on the linoleum floor as the three conversed lightly. Sam was good at small talk, filling the silence with stories from his childhood or time at the VA. Steve was quiet. You found he much rather listen to Tony and Sam talk than put forth information about himself. Occasionally, he would bring his hand down for you, and you'd lift your head up for him to pet.

A half hour later, Tony says he was going up to the lab to get a head start on a few projects he had set aside, bidding Steve and Sam a farewell as he made his way towards the elevator. He ran his hand from your head and down your back as he passed, giving you a quiet ‘see you later.’

You gave the men in the kitchen your best puppy dog eyes, silently begging them to go for a run, tail swishing against the floor quickly. They shared a glance and looked down at you, a question in their eyes.

“She wants to run,” Tony called as the lift chimed, “She'll drag you out herself if you don't hurry,” he chuckled, and the doors closed.

“Man, that's freaky,” Sam commented, head shaking in disbelief. Steve hummed in agreement, laughing lightly.

—-

Tony reassured you that he had JARVIS keeping an eye out for any signs of Leon, human, or Coyote. It was a small help, it didn't lessen the pain, but it was one more thing off your mind. Maybe pain wasn't the word for it. It was the emptiness that hurt the most, the feeling of nothing when you're so used to feeling something whenever Leon would feel something.

The dull ache in your chest was persistent. It never seemed to fade no matter the distraction. You worried about Leon, he wouldn't answer your calls or texts, and you were beginning to think the worse.

Is this how people always feel?

“Usually,” Tony hums from his desk, “us lowly normal beings just cope with alcohol, drugs, or,” he looks up at you when you glance at him, “sex,” he smirks and gives you a wink.

You scoff and roll your eyes playfully, “I'm serious, Tony, I've never felt like this before,” you huff, and bury your face in your hands. “It's terrifying.” Your reply is a little muffled.

You were lying on the floor of Tony's lab for the last few hours, and Steve and Sam headed back to D.C. after the run in Central Park. Stating they had a few things to take care of before they made any other decisions on moving to NYC or not.

Tony's busy hands and quiet mumbling kept you distracted for most of the afternoon, only once in a while, did you think of Leon. The music is soft in the background, some classic rock on shuffle. It was all domestic and relaxing if it weren't for the hollowness in your chest. The holo-images float in the space above you. Every now and then, Tony shuffles through them, pulling the images this way and that. On occasion he’ll crumble one and toss it behind him into a fake holo trash can. You never notice all the little things JARVIS does for the benefit of Tony, but maybe Tony programmed it that way.

“Ah, there we are,” Tony says after a few quiet minutes. You peek at him from the floor, and he has his chin in his hands, looking down at you, a big grin on his face.

You open your mouth to ask what he's talking about, but the chime of the elevator across the room pulls your attention. You sit up and wait for whomever is stopping in.

You smell it before you see them: sweet bubblegum, lemon, and warm vanilla. Your eyes sting with the tears you hold back, and a small whimper leaves your throat. And you're on your feet the moment his foot meets the lab floor. The movement draws his attention up from the book in his hand, and it drops to the floor when he sees you, lips parted and a sparkle in his eyes, a slow smile overtakes his freckled face.

“Peter…” you whisper, one tear escapes, and you wring your hands together. It's been so long since you've seen him. The last time you saw him, you left him in the park alone. Tony told you how upset he was at your leaving, that he hardly comes to the Tower anymore. You're so surprised at him being here. You don't anticipate him dropping the rest of his things to rush at you and engulf you in the biggest, bone crushing hug you've ever received. You let out a wet, disbelieving laugh and return his hug just as tight, burying your face into the space between his shoulder and neck.

Peter says your name. His laugh is wet, and it rumbles through you. He pulls back to look at you, and you bring a hand up to wipe the tear that escaped his eye. “Wh-what are you doing here? I thought - I didn’t think you’d be here,” he stumbles through his speech, eyes glancing all over your face before he looks at Tony. When you look at Tony, he just shrugs and gives you a wink.

“Don’t say I never get you anything,” and before he can turn away, you mouth an ‘I love you,’ over Peter’s shoulder. Tony’s eyes brighten, he hums in delight and it fills your chest with butterflies. “Love you, too,” and he swivels his chair back to his desk and continues his work, like he didn’t give you the best thing you didn’t know you needed.

——

The impending full moon always made Leon itchy. No matter his age or where he was, he had this uncontrollable itch that wouldn’t disappear no matter what he did. Shifting never fixed it. Running never helped. So he would walk, walk for as far or as long as it could to distract him from the bone deep itch he’s always came back. Being in the city didn’t help, Leon never did enjoy being near this many people or all the lights. He much preferred to be out at his cabin in the middle of nowhere near the Grand Canyon. The months you spent with him were some of his favorite times. He didn’t really feel that nagging itch when you were around.

So, why? Why did you lie? Why, for the last 60 years, have you been lying to him about almost everything? Maybe he shouldn’t have threatened you. He could really use your advice right about now. But he was so angry, and he said it in the heat of the moment.

I ain’t your brother right now. If you get in my way, I won't hesitate to put you down.

It’s been on repeat in his mind for days now. The itch only got worse the further away you got. He knows you’re sad and hurting because he is, too, and he feels it. Deep within his chest, he can feel you, always has. It’s only a little comforting when he can feel you happy again, just for a moment, when the warmth runs to his fingertips when you’re around your mate.

It’s nauseating.

Leon sighs. It’s going to be a long night. Something in him won’t let him Shift, and he can tell you haven’t either. A different kind of itch at the base of his skull tells him something is wrong, but he doesn’t know what. And he won't be the one to pick up the phone and give you a call to find out.

He pulls the collar of his coat up and shoves his hands in the pockets. The outskirts of D.C. weren’t as hectic and trashed as downtown. He’s walked aimlessly for the last few hours, shuffling his way down the sidewalk with no real destination in mind, and then he glances up when he hears the rowdy cheers and shouts from the bar up ahead. It sounds inviting, and maybe one or two beers wouldn’t be so bad. Not after the week he’s had.

The bar is dimly lit and smells like stale beer and peanut shells. There’s only two TVs in the place, and they both have the same thing on the news from the destruction of D.C. Leon rolls his eyes at the site and finds a seat at the corner of the bar. When the bartender makes his way toward him, they exchange pleasantries, a nice hello, and what’ll it be.

Two shots of vodka and a whiskey later, Leon’s nursing a beer. A lot of the patrons have left the dingy bar, and only a handful of people sit around. Some at tables and only 3 or 4 at the bar. He was about to call the bartender down to close out his tab when the bell above the door jingled, Leon peered over his shoulder to see who walked in. An older gentleman, maybe in his 50s, the collar of his jacket was high and hid most of his face. When he turned to look around the bar, he caught Leon’s eye, nodding in greeting once before taking a seat at the opposite side of the bar.

Leon could see him better now, dark dirty blond hair, shaggy and unkempt, a matching beard and mustache covered the lower half of his face. When the man looked up and caught Leon’s eye again, his eyes seemed to gleam in the low light, a sparkle of knowing in his irises. Hazel green eyes took Leon in, from his head to the hands clutched around the beer bottle. It sent a shiver up his spine as the stranger met his eyes again. The man smirked and lifted two fingers at the bartender when he came closer, never breaking eye contact with Leon as he told the bartender what he wanted to drink.

Leon notices the bartender grab a knife from under the bar and then place a wine glass in front of the gentleman. Then, in one swift motion, the bartender slices his arm open, and the blood from his wrist is filling the wine glass at a steady speed. When the stranger lifts his hand again, the bartender staggers back, bringing his injured arm in and grabbing a towel to staunch the bleeding.

Leon watches in horror and rapt attention as the gentleman brings the wine glass to his face, gives a deep inhale, and then takes a long sip. When he pulls the glass away, his lips are stained in red and gives Leon a devilish smirk, his pearly white fangs tinged red, gleaming under the low bar light.

He comes back to himself in that moment, a growl rumbling through him as he jolts up and off his bar stool, sending it toppling over and his beer spills across the old wood of the bar top. He’s breathing heavily as he backs away from the bar, as far as he could to get away from that thing staring at him like he was his next meal. Not tonight, not now, not ever. Leon’s eyes flash a deep amber when the gentleman gives a hearty laugh, he growls again, and makes his way to the exit as quickly as he can. Leon runs, runs as fast as he can, and a few blocks away, he leans heavily on the side of a building, head tipped back and panting. The brick wall at his back feels grounding, the cold chill in his bones subsiding finally.

“Well, well, if Ah’d have known it would only take the sight of blood to get you dogs to skedaddle, Ah’d have done it ages ago,” a smooth Southern voice says from down the alley. He tsks loudly when Leon jolts and takes a defensive stance. “Ah reckon that ain’t no way to greet a new friend, now is it, puppy?” And when Leon doesn’t answer, the gentleman closes the distance in seemingly one stride.

It causes Leon to stumble back a little, hand bracing on the brick wall beside him, “What do you want, vampire,” he spits, eyes narrowing and still glowing. His claws come out as his fingers scrape down the wall. The vampire hums low in his throat, a smirk on his face, and gleam in his eye as he stares down at Leon. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end the longer the stranger looks at him.

“Cain’t you feel it?” The vampire asks, the question hanging in the little space between them. He takes a deep inhale, eyes closing as he leans further into Leon’s space. “Smell it?” His eyes open again, and Leon is stuck on the fact he isn’t trying to rip his throat out. The vampire brings a hand up to touch Leon’s face, pushing the sleeve of his jacket up to expose his wrist.

Leon smells it then, it smells like the woods. Of patchouli and moss, tobacco leaves and warm vanilla, leather and spice. It makes a purr rumble up his chest, and he leans in to sniff again.

“What’s yer name, puppy?” The vampire asks, his southern accented voice dripping like honey as his fingertips graze the side of Leon’s face.

“Leon,” he responds, almost in a daze, “friends call me Sunny.”

The vampire hums a chuckle. It vibrates through Leon as he leans into the touch, his insides feel warm and heavy, like thick molasses running down tree bark. It makes his heart skip a few beats when he looks up into the shining eyes of the man in front of him. He brings a hand to cover the one on his face, eyes sparkling like he’s seeing the world for the first time in his life. That itch is gone. He realizes, it's freeing.

“And ain’t you all just sunshine and peaches then, hm?” His voice low as his thumb runs over Leon’s bottom lip. “Deacon,” he says. And it takes Leon a minute to realize it.

“Mate,” he says with so much conviction it makes his heart thud violently in his chest. Deacon hums again, tilting Leon’s head ever so slightly to the side and bringing his nose down to inhale deeply again.

“Yes, Ah reckon you’re right, Peaches,” Deacon says into his skin. And in one swift motion, he digs his fangs into the side of Leon’s neck and pulls, the blood rushing over his tongue tastes like heaven. He hums into the bite, pulling Leon flush against him as he drinks. The pain is instant, it’s excruciating, it consumes him from head to toe, and Leon isn’t sure if he’s screaming in agony or if he’s blacked out from it. It was only a minute of drinking blood that Deacon pulled his fangs back and licked the puncture wounds clean, staunching the blood flow. Deacon hums again, brushing the hair on Leon’s forehead away from his face, the other man’s eyes heavy as he stares, unfocused.

“Anymore o’ that and Ah’ll be fuller than a tick on a horse,” he chuckles and lifts Leon into his arms, cradling his head close to place a kiss on his forehead. “C’mon now, Peaches, you come on home with me now.”

Before Leon is pulled into unconsciousness, he says your name quietly, praying that you felt something off, hoping you’ll forgive him if he never sees you again.

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Poppy and Tony will return!

AN: and that’s the end of TEETH! I want to thank you all for reading and coming along on this journey with me. It means a lot to me!<3 like comment & reblog

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