#verse / wolf shifters

[vampierium]

Asher Talbot!! the love of my life!

I noticed how a lot of people drew Asher with Vitiligo, I have no clue how we all collectively decided so just by hearing his voice, but it’s really a great decision nonetheless!!

Bonus! I drew my David and Asher designs on paper while I brainstormed them a while back. (I haven’t made a good Milo design yet.. I’ll work on that soon)

(Not too proud of that David drawing…)

#redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted asher #redacted asher talbot #redacted david #redacted shaw pack #redacted shifters #redacted wolf pack #redacted david shaw #redacted asmr #redacted verse #asmr rp #audio rp #redacted art #redacted headcanons #redacted fandom #headcanon #fanart

[frog-0n-a-l0g]

David has hella tattoos especially on his arms and some of them extend to his neck. Sometimes when angel is bored they color them in. BUT, one time when they did, he forgot to wipe it off and he went to a pack meeting with cute colorful flowers poking out of his shirt and up his neck. Most of the pack members didn’t say anything bc he’s the alpha but Asher STILL gives him shit for it

#cute #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted #redactedasmr #redacted headcanons #redacted verse #redacted david shaw #redacted david #david shaw #David has tattoos #redacted angel #redacted shaw pack #shaw pack #redacted davey/angel #redacted werewolves #redacted shifters #redacted wolf pack #redacted asher #asher talbot

[febreze-bottle-without-febreze]

NPC: I get you all have some form of daddy issues

Asher: I don't I fucking love my dad!

*montage of Ash and his dad having a good relationship and him being alive *

#Ash's dad is basically a father figure to the other wolf and them growing up and especially after Gabe died #redacted shaw pack #redacted shifters #redacted asher #redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted audio #redacted verse #redactedverse

[designedparadigm]

"I swear on Veles if either of you continues to keep me up one more time, I'm literally going to put a curse on you at this point. The sleep paralysis does not appear to be working so I'm going with that." / @bruxsaria

   ghost  lets  out  a  derrisive  snort,  shaking  his  head  and  standing  up  to  walk  away  from  her.  it's  disrespect  mostly  that  has  him  doing  it  -  he'll  do  as  he  pleases.  soap  on  the  other  hand?  his  tail  tucks  between  his  legs  and  his  ears  flatten  onto  his  head.  thoe  beautiful  blues  of  his  are  wide  and  showing  off  the  sad  guilt  only  a  canine  can  manage.  whereas  ghost  has  fucked  off  -  soap  is  attempting  the  doggy  guilt  trip. 

#bruxsaria #answered #in / simon ghost riley #in / johnny soap mactavish #verse / wolf shifters #2 very different reactions

[multiandmany]

What do your ocs consider their greatest skill?

Anon you didn't say which OC. You get ALL OF THEM.

For Nebula its currently its their ability to not hit populated areas if they must land on planets. They study the planet before having to land, seeing if there's lights or activity that they can tell. If they notice something closer to the ground via their telepathic abilities, they will alter course with their fire and blast to a safer (for the residents) crash landing zone. They take great care to not harm life.

Cyber's is their ability to learn and adapt. I know you can say that about any OC, but Cyber was truly my first OC to be truly fully adaptable. This doesn't mean they aren't still naive and sometimes gullible, there's a lot to learn in the big world they live in.

Pastel's greatest skill currently is her potion making and her craftiness. (The two go hand in hand.)

Keith's is his ability build and create things, he can make just about anything, given the right stuff... and sometimes not given the right stuff he'll make do. Ducktape is one of his friends.

For Mari, its her ability to handle herself in fights, despite her anger, despite her power. She has great power and due to her kind of powers, her emotions and energy can run high, it takes great skill to control this all and keep from using too much force in fights.

Shifters skill is hard to pinpoint. She's kinda of a jack of all trades in that she can do many things in living alone (minus Draky) in space on her ship. I guess piloting her ship since its damaged. Blame Draky for the internal damages.

Draky can eat anything.

Osian's skill is like Shifter's. He has learned many things. He has survived on his own and learned a lot. For this skill choice I'll say his skill is to hide things. He's very good at that, as in hiding treasure.

#Plasma Fire || Nebula #Digital Jumper || Cyber #Note this is not including verses or we're be here longer #Tiny but Mighty || Pastel #Green Aura || Keith #Golden Aura || Mari #Anon #Super Wolf || Shifter #Bitey Bitey || Draky #Jackalope || Osian #Anon you asked

[bunnyreaper]

johnny is the wolf plushie that watches over your bed—but is he something more?

(18+/MDNI, plushophilia, wolf!shifter, mild a/b/o, mentions of blood.

part of my plushie-verse, and definitely with @iciclesses in mind <3)

it was a random tuesday in june when he turned up on your doorstep—the most precious little wolf puppy plushie that probably has ever existed, at least in your eyes.

his brown-gray fur is silky smooth, with the journey in the post smoothing the hair atop his head into a perfect peak, you don't have the heart to smooth it down, as he just looks so precious with it. his sapphire eyes sparkle brightly and his mouth is stitched into a little smile. there's a note in the package detailing his journey and the coincidences that led him to you. How your dear friend had got invited to a car boot sale at the last minute, had happened upon the wolf plushie as they bought something else and the seller had passed him over with "free to a good home".

your friend immediately knew he belonged with you, and the bond you formed was instant. you rushed out to get him his own collar after just a few days, officially making him your pup.

the wolf was the loyal guard dog of your bed and your dreams, always there watching you and the other plushies that lived in your bed. some nights he was never out of your clutches, cuddled close to you all warm and cosy—other nights he kept watching over the bed, his presence making you feel safe despite the fact he was decidedly not real.

one night, for the first time since getting your pup, you spend the night away from home. you'd felt so bad leaving him behind while you went for your sleepover, but knew you couldn't bring him with you. so you'd kissed him on the forehead, set him on your pillow, and headed out for your night of fun, trying to cast him from your mind—after all, you shouldn't feel so attached to a plushie, right?

that night your rest was fitful, plagued by nightmares. vague figures chased you down, and the only relief you found was when a wolf came to your rescue. you recognise its sparkling blue eyes and familiar fur, yet its form is so different. no longer a sweet-faced pup, but a giant, protective beast—snarling and attacking those who chased you.

the wolf ravaged each attacker and yet… once you were safe, its aggression melted, as it stalked towards you, head bowed making it look respectful, despite the blood dripping from its maw. you know you should be scared of such a beast, and yet you know him—he's your wolf.

he nuzzles into you, surrounding you in his soft fur and warm embrace—covering you in his scent and marking you as his. your body can't help but react to the closeness, the intimacy, as you shiver with need. as both you and the wolf begin to calm, you feel his body shift, back to a man. all thick muscles littered with scars and dark hair—you feel his naked body pressed against yours, and yet as you're about to turn, you wake.

the dream leaves you more hot and bothered than your sleepover, and you find it hard to face your plushie when you return home, knowing the dream has twisted your innocent little plushie into an object of desire and lust. you nuzzle him to your neck, just as he had in the dream, and imagine what kind of mark he would leave on your neck.

over the coming weeks and months, the dreams continue. your wolf protects you, defends you, follows you, and keeps you safe. he's a constant, and you find yourself growing mentally and physically closer to him whether it's in wolf or man form.

the man behind the wolf slowly reveals himself, and he has the same blue eyes and protective stare, with a wicked grin and the same tuft of hair. you grow addicted to his touch, to the feeling of his strong body curled into yours, the feeling of his teeth on your skin, and the sublime stretch when he finally mounts you.

your waking moments grow a little emptier, as you find yourself lost to the feeling that comes with your dreams.

you find yourself distracted and forlorn one night, having been dragged from the comfort of your bed to a bar in town—one that's far too busy and far too loud, and filled with people that make you feel unsafe. you try to dance in peace with your friends, but find it hard to let loose with strangers grinding into you and trying to make a move—it's tiring trying to shoo off each new body that appears and tries to get close to you.

and then relief comes, in the form of a booming scottish voice fighting for your honour, asserting that they need to get out of your personal space. calm floods you instantly, and you turn to face your protector—only to sparkling blue eyes and a face you most definitely recognise.

#john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #bunnywrites #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfiction

[redemn]

would it be funny if i started talking about the werebuck!au verse i have for arthur ?   great because i am .

any kind of shapeshifter can be born to any kind of shapeshifter .   while arthur's father was a full-blooded werewolf ,   and his mother was human ,   arthur ended up being born a werebuck .   since his birth ,   his father constantly ran with bad bunch of other shifters .   you know ,   the type that commit crimes and other crimes against humanity ,   etc .   when he was little ,   his father was often gone ,   and he would stay with his mother ,   who had to learn how to take care of her small ,   slightly feral ,   bitey little child with a very annoying oral fixation on her arms and hair .   when she eventually passed away ,   his father ,   who had at that point not been very present or responsive in his life ,   swooped in and filled his mother's good influence with his own unstable teachings about thee place of shifters in the world .   these teachings were basically :   they are meant to operate outside the realm of human law ,   and they don't need to heed supernatural law either ;   they do what is in their self-interest .   so for the first ten years of his life ,   arthur grew up with a lot of corrupt notions about his place in society ,   which were not helped by the fact that his father and his accomplices would often make fun of and insult him for only being half-blooded ,   and for not being a predator-shifter on top of that .   his father was eventually caught and hanged when arthur was eleven , �� after which arthur ran off on his own .   he was eventually found in his early teens by dutch and hosea ,   where he would be educated in reading and writing and society ,   and they would come to grow and form the gang of outlaw ,   outcast supernaturals .  

being that he's the son of a wolf shifter ,   he does carry a few genetic similarities to werewolves .   namely ,   he tends to become more lethargic during the day time ,   and is prone to staying up into the early hours of morning .   arthur thinks the moon is very pretty to look at ,   and sometimes he will sit out and sketch it ,   but it does nothing for him .   he also possesses tapetum lucidum, and has the ability to elongate his teeth   ( all ,   not just canines )   and grow his nails out sharper at will .   these particular traits take hours to return to normal ,   as he is not as easily able to control these traits .

he is considered a half-buck .   being only half-blooded ,   this means that he cannot fully transform into a solid bestial form ,   the way other shifters can .   instead ,   he can partially take on the characteristics of a buck ,   such as growing out his antlers or growing out his human nails into claws .   he prefers to stay in limbo in terms of his physical form ,   primarily human with longer and sharper teeth and antlers long enough for him to run through anyone who tries to fight against him .   he's also fuzzier than other humans all year round .   all of this is because he wants to be :   he is entirely capable of returning to something resembling almost fully human ,   save for his reflective eyes and a small branch of velvety antlers that poke above his hair .   because of this ,   he tends to stay away from people whenever he can .   and he always wears his father's hat to hide them .  

because he is the enforcer of the gang , arthur is generally inclined to feed in to the common stereotypes that regular people / other supernatural creatures hold .   since many people are freaked out by the supernatural ,   he uses this to his advantage when he is trying to intimidate others who do not often deal with shifters .   this includes growing out his antlers to unnatural and scary lengths ,   velvet included ,   and showing off his fangs when he is arguing with or threatening someone .

#( ;; do you see me flirting with low honour and high honour ? ) #( ;; i want to evoke imagery of a buck with fangs. ) #╰ ゜verse. * where he roams in the land of dust and bones. #╰ ゜headcanon. * i'll fight forgiveness ; so suffer for my shame.

[not-close-to-straight]

New Book Covers!

Gonna fangirl about the new book covers for a minute because I am OBSESSED with them.

(Long Post Warning!)

First up, Pirate's Heart. Mostly because it's maybe the greatest thing I've ever written, partly because I just love love the aesthetic and how it represents the over arching theme of Stuckony's romance, first sailing into the proverbial storm of lies and misunderstandings and angst and then finding the sunset and horizon and peace on the other side of the storm.

Next Up! Fair Game! It's a super simple design for a legit complicated story but hiking boot prints and wolf prints right next to each other perfectly fits the idea of wolf shifters PLUS it's a nod to how Game Warden Clint tried so hard to work with the pack rather than treat them as less-than-human like the previous wardens AND of course... all the scenes where Wolf!Bucky walks alongside Clint through the woods and they end up falling more in love.

Broken Wings! Even though the verse ended up literally wildly massive with an additional 10 (??) extra books/chapters added to the original story, my first idea for Broken Wings centered around Bucky recovering from Hydra and then of course Tony getting his wings damaged in Afghanistan so I went with coal black feathers (for Bucky) against a pure white background (felt like healing??) and I adore it.

Lost and Found. I only have a couple purely Winteriron full length books, which seems bananas cos they are a Top Three Pairing for me and tbh my obsession with Bucky is about the least subtle thing about me. The top half of the cover is meant to be Chapter One Bucky who had been mind wiped then dumped in an alley alone and lost, and the bottom half is Tony staring up at the stars after accepting his palladium related upcoming death.

Newest BillySteve Fic! "He Loves Me (not)". I am just obsessed with this set of covers. The daisy being full and thriving against a background blue like Billy's eyes... and then the (not) book being black with the daisy petals torn up? Obsessed.

Sugar Seeking Sugar! I love this one! I pictured it like snapshots from Stony's life together. Steve and Tony holding hands. Baby Peter with the giant Costco stuffed bear. Tony on his tiptoes kissing his Alpha. The brownstone Steve thought was so lonely until Tony and Peter moved in. The world famous Third Date Spaghetti and the wine Tony loves so much. The watch Steve bought to replace the one Tony had to return to buy diapers. I literally love everything on this cover.

(This got long, I'm gonna make a SECOND POST for the rest)

#stony #stuckony #winteriron #harringrove #winterhawk

[ellorypurebloodculture]

hi ellory! i bring a question and a title tale. how are werewolves treated in your pureblood world? would it still be as devastating if Remus' condition were to be made public, or could lycanthropy be treated as a family gift (like the Black blood curse)? and for a title tale: the stars shine bright (but in the moonlight, i only see your face)

Hi Lady!

So, in my verse, Lycaons are Pureblood Werewolves. That is, they're born wolf-shifters. The "Turned" are those attacked by/cursed by a Lycaon, which results in a traditional type of werewolf who painfully changes on nights of the full moon, etc. Turned are generally criminals and would be looked down upon. Lycaon would not be looked down upon.

For the title tales, I think I'd go with Remus Lupin/Andromeda Black.

When Mister Remus Lupin masters his Animagus form and discovers he's a wolf, he attracts the attention of Lady Andromeda Black, who values loyalty above all else.

#ellory answers #title tales #creature lore #pureblood world building

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

On The Hunt: Then Two Steps Behind

Summary- 4.7 Alpha Steve x Little One. Steve and Bucky are finding no leads in their tracking, but Fury has a possible lead. T'Challa makes use of the Reader's Little Wolf tracking skills to help locate some of their kidnapped Panthers in Ulysses' camp.

Warnings- violence, mentions of weapons, and shifters being trafficked.

A/N- Thank you so much for everyone sharing and following this story. Any input, questions, or just general thoughts about this verse is welcome! It's pretty inspiring to keep continuing this story. Special shout out to my beta, if you see this, thank you! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics 💙🐺

Chapter Two / Masterlist

Steve scanned over the Howling Commando’s gear, giving a nod of approval. “I don’t see anything we need to switch out, send a message to Stark that we are fine.” Steve told the beta who gave a nod to confirm and turned away to do the task given. Steve was meticulous in checking their gear, knowing that such a thing could be life or death for the team. 

Following the maze of hallways, he soon found Bucky who was hovering over a table, his hands in fists as he pressed down against the wood that was creaking under his weight. Fury eyed Bucky from the other side. 

“If there was something to tell you Barnes, I would give it to you.” 

“All of this is nothing?” Bucky snapped, if the White Wolf was at all showing, Steve knew he would be bristling. 

“Now I didn’t say that I have nothing, just not from this intel you brought me.” Fury, always cool and collected. He tapped on a screen, projecting a picture. “ My sources say it’s not just wolves Hydra is going for. It’s shifters in general.” Steve approached, glancing over the information the projection showed. “And they are willing to use smugglers to get them.” Another tap shifted to another projection, stats, and a face appeared on the screen. 

A face that the Alpha saw made him immediately snarl, Steve baring his teeth at the image. The weathered face with a grim sneer stared back at him. “Ulysses wanted to sell Y/N when they had us. Brock refused but he was willing to pay whatever for her.” 

<We should rip his throat out> The Alpha dropped his own suggestion. 

Gladly.

Fury nodded as if not surprised by Steve’s information. “I’m not at all surprised he would have bought Y/N. He is a kidnapper and smuggler. He stands to make a profit on an Omega Wolf such as Y/N. They are highly sought after because they are hard to control than a Beta or weak Alpha is, not to mention few and far between.” Fury side-eyed Steve as he said this. 

It made Steve’s stomach churn at the thought of someone buying you just to break you. Bucky studied the man as well, trying to place him. “I remember bits and pieces of him while Brock had me. He brought Brock shifters, but so many of them were barely hanging on anymore that we had to…” He stopped talking, dragging in a breath before continuing. “You think we can get what we need from him?” 

Fury shrugged. “It’s more than you Alpha’s are finding now. If you want to pursue him, I can get you over there.” 

“Where is he?” Steve questioned. 

“He is on the edge of Wakanda’s borders right now.” 

Steve glanced at Bucky. “Go visit the King?” 

“Might as well since what we are doing is proving useless for now. I’m going to pack up.” Bucky was abrupt as he left, leaving Fury frowning at the Sergeants departure. 

“Rogers…” He kept his tone low. “I want you to know that Barnes isn’t in a good place right now. I know he is practically your brother but you need to be careful with him in the field, especially with the howling commandos following his orders.” 

Steve felt the Alpha bristle at the implication but it was true. Steve wasn’t about to indulge in the struggles Bucky was facing, how the White Wolf has secluded himself away from Barnes, or the nightmares that had him fighting nothing in his room and Steve had to guard him against hurting himself or anyone else in the vicinity, how his anger and fear about the unknown was causing Bucky to either lash out or shut down vacantly. “I'm well aware Nick, trust me. That’s why we are leaving the commandos behind this time, just Bucky and I will be going to Wakanda.” 

Fury clenched his jaw but gave a nod, relenting to Steve’s decision.

“Y/N, your wolf will just stand out.” T’Challa stated while you prepared to argue at the injustice of being left behind. “Wolves and Omega’s are not common here. Ulysses will know exactly who you are when he sees you.” 

“And you don’t think you won’t stick out like a sore thumb? You are the damn king of Wakanda.” You snapped out, you were feeling irritated at the implication you couldn’t go with the panthers and hurt to be left behind. 

T’Challa didn’t let your outburst phase him, well aware that you were dealing with pain from Steve’s abrupt departure from your life. “You are right, I will. Why I’m sending Okoye to strike a deal with Ulysses, offering to see his “stock” to make purchases. You and I will be listening in as backup, should anything go awry.” 

Your jaw snapped shut in surprise and the Little Wolf uncurled in your mind. <It’s reasonable… Ulysses looked us over extensively with interest, he isn’t gonna forget us.>

“Right now it’s the best we can do Y/N, but I promise you're not going to be left behind, we need you.” 

“Yes, I can be okay with that.” you relented, but a silent thank you passed between you and T’Challa with a look. 

Okoye slid from her seat, sighing at the long spear she typically carried. “So I have to blend in with the outsiders?” 

T’Challa nodded “Head to toe.” He pointedly looked at her favored weapon and she scoffed. 

“This comes with me.” With a twist on the pole, to grow compacted, able to store away should she require it. 

“Fine, but you still need to change. From the leader of the Dora to a wealthy trafficker looking to spend.” 

She wrinkled her face in disgust at what she was supposed to portray. “That can be done.” 

T’Challa laughed at her reaction, turning to you. “Come on, we need to blend in a bit more as well Y/N.” 

You scowled at the brickwork of the building you were hovering around. Inside Okoye got her meeting with Ulysses, making the deal as you and T’Challa hovered in the back. The tall man stood next to you, his eyes narrowed at the street beyond, watching carefully. Your hand pressed near your ear, listening to the conversation go down inside. 

“And what is it you're interested in?” Ulysses voice grunted, muffled around something in his mouth. You could picture him with a cigar between his fingers, leering at the Pantheress. 

Then a tone you  expected rolled through the comm’s, Okoye purring in her response. “Specifics? Youngin’ panthers.” 

“Oh, what are you planning on doing with a bunch of brats?” 

“That is my business Mr.Ulysses, but I can promise you no one will look twice at a young panther here wandering the streets. Good runners.” 

There was a cackle in the comms and it went silent, you felt your heart hammer in your chest that maybe Okoye was caught. You made to bolt for the door but T’Challa’s hand grabbed at you, sweeping you into his hold like the two of you were huddling against one another. His sharp feline scent assaulted your senses as he hushed his voice near your ear. “Calm Wolf, his men are scouting the area for threats.” 

You turned into T’Challa, hiding against him, letting him shield you from sight. The Little Wolf lowered low, growling softly in your mind. Hush, I can’t hear Ulysses. 

<Sorry, I just hate being here and not doing anything.>

I do too. 

A booming man’s laugh came through. “You are ruthless, using the kids. Smart though. Sure, I got some inventory you might be interested in. Gonna cost you though.” 

“Name your price, I will have it ready tomorrow.” 

After a few more exchanges, Okoye hinted that she was leaving. T’Challa tilted his head back towards the street, signaling it was time for you two to leave the back alleyway and retreat with Okoye. 

As you both started out for the main street, Ulysses men came back through, stalking down the alley. Luck was not on your side as you tried to duck from being seen, one of them brushed against you, hard enough to make you stumble and the man lifted his nose, eyes blazing with interest. 

A fucking tracker, of course, this human would employ shifters. “I know you.” He snarled, whirring on you with interest. His eyes blazed at you as he sniffed the air again. “You were that Alpha’s bitch.”

Vibranium blades you kept hidden up your sleeves slipped down into your palm as you twisted to face the shifter, cursing at the luck you were recognized. You were seconds away from activating the bracelets on your wrist. T’Challa slipped out of sight, the men rounding on you taking no interest in what looked like another homeless person wandering the alley. “I have no Alpha.” 

“I can tell, you have that feral look to you, a bitch with no one to control her.” He sneered as he thought he had you cornered. The Little Wolf bristled, readying for the attack of the larger shifter, her snarls starting to build in your chest and escape as you finally revealed your weapons, slicing the tip across the man's face, catching his cheek in a flash, causing him to stumble back in surprise. “You bitch!” He spat while the armor swept across the front of your chest and up around your neck, protecting your throat.

You didn’t give him the time to come at you again, your leg sweeping out to kick at his gut making him double over with his arms wrapped around himself, T’Challa knocked his partner down when the man moved in a rush to help subdue you. He was quickly dropped to the ground while you had your blade pressing against the shifter's neck, pressing the sharp blade in enough to go through layers of skin, your face snarled as it pressed into your attackers. “I don’t need to be controlled.” 

The shifter's scent was sour with fear now, the way you had caught him by surprise. Your Little Wolf was ready to rip his throat out, take out the threat. T’Challa caught the man by the nape of the neck and crushed a handful of herbs under his nose; it was luck that the shifter took a deep, heavy inhale, drugging himself. The fumes were pungent as your attacker's eyes rolled and he was out. 

“Put the blades away Wolf.” T’Challa rumbled out, leaning down to sort quickly through the men's clothing, making it look like a robbery. “No bloodshed today. They will not remember us and we don't want to alert Ulysses that something is going on.” 

You leaned down enough to wipe your blade off and put it away. “What did you give them?” 

T’Challa grinned wickedly as he yanked out their wallets, pulling out the cash and ditching the wallets in a nearby dumpster. “We have more than just vibranium in Wakanda. Our land is rich with medicinal plants if you know how to gather them.” You two went back onto the street, weaving among the people bustling. “When they wake, their memory will feel like fever dreams and have a headache that will make them think they went on a bender and got mugged.” The money he took, he slipped the money to another soul on the street who needed it. “They will be so embarrassed that they won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.” 

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure no one else was following. “Clever.” You muttered while the two of you blended into the crowd, Okoye soon joined them, ignoring them as if they were no one till several blocks away, having been given the all clear sign and all of you piled into a van tucked away. 

“Deal’s in place.” Okoye settled gracefully into a seat while you plopped down, listening to the king and her go over the specifics of when, where, who and how much Ulysses was expecting. 

You could feel your Little Wolf getting ready for the hunt. 

At any kind of exchange of this magnitude, it feels like it should be late. The night time shadows provide places for the most unsavory to slink through, hiding their intentions till they are ready to pump your system full of poison. 

Ulysses set up this exchange at ten o'clock in the morning. The only thing he did like you figured would be to go to a remote location. As the vehicle you were packed into with other panthers let you know, the springs protesting with squeals, you all being jostled in the back. Even T’Challa’s claws were out, digging into the side of the vehicle for stability. Your Little Wolf panted heavily in the muggy heat while you swiped at the sweat creeping down the side of your face. 

Okoye was going over the plans, preparing to let you all out well before reaching the destination with the expectation that the group could finish going the last couple miles, with your Little Wolf using her sharp sense of smell to find the compound's location. Ulysses wasn’t an idiot, he would have his own group checking every vehicle, probably with the same skills you possessed. They were ready though, to mask the scent in the truck, Okoye was confident in that. 

“Y/N, as fast as you all can travel okay? T’Challa is equipped to listen in when I’m ready for all of you to come in.” The stern general glanced at her king. “You have to let me get at least a hold of the kid he is using and try to hold out long enough to find out where else they are keeping people.” Her eyes roved to everyone in the back of the truck. Some of the fiercest shifters you have ever seen, the Dora Milaje was not a force to challenge. “Do all of you understand the orders?” 

A unionized confirmation made you hide a grin, thinking about how your pack mates would be sassing the Alpha right now, but they were as fierce in your opinion as this group. “Y/N?'' Your name came across as having no room for amusement, and you gave a confirming nod to appease Okoye. 

“Good! Stop right here.” She thudded against the driver's end wall and the truck came to a screeching halt, jolting you against T’Challa’s firm side. You distinctly heard the rumbling growl come from him in agitation before loosening his claws from the side. 

Straightening yourself, you popped out of the back of the truck, listening carefully to the sounds around you. Exotic birds and monkeys screamed overhead, which you were used to by now. Bursts of color rose as whatever flock had roosted overhead. The familiar buzzing of bugs and the chittering of other creatures emitted loud, questioning cries. It wasn't till Okoye climbed out and checked in one last time with everyone before she left that things went back to normal. Still loud, the jungle was much like the forests you missed. 

It was when all went quiet did you have to be concerned. Right now, none of you were seen as a threat to the wildlife teaming the area. You hoped that you all could stay that way, it would make your chances of getting to the compound without being caught better. 

“Shuri, we are going dark now…” You heard T’Challa informing his sister in whatever device was planted on him. “And you are going to have to quiet down so I can hear Okoye.” 

Nakia patted an assuring hand against his arm, leaning up to whisper in his ear. You and your Little Wolf felt a pang at the sight of the couple. 

It made you miss Steve, how his presence would have calmed the racing of your heart right now. How he would have checked in with you, his touches would have lingered protectively on you, but it was better. The two of you would have watched each other. 

If only he could remember that time as well as you did. 

The Little Wolf whined, knowing your distractions could cause you harm. You inhaled sharply, getting to work and pushing your mate from your thoughts. 

<Ready when you are.>

A glance at T’Challa sets you in motion, your form quick to shed its human form. Nakia grasped at the clothes of those who shifted and stashed away. The ones who remained were poised on their feet, ready to race alongside. 

The Little Wolf gave a shake of fur after the shift, releasing any of the pent up energy left. Her nose lifted, sharp in the air to sort through the assault of information provided. The air was heavy and damp, making everything cling in particles wherever the water was. A blessing for a tracker, the scents of man and shifters wouldn't fade nearly as fast unless it rained. 

So far the morning sun was shining bright. And she could smell the scent of fear and adrenaline, coating her tongue with a foul taste. 

It was enough to make her spring forward as in a chase, following the trail like it was a string, having unraveled. Everyone followed, well behind to not distract her. Except for T’Challa, the man kept pace with you, feet thudding steadily as you darted through the jungle. The animals who claimed the trees screamed at the suddenness you would burst by, followed by a pack of people and black panthers. But they never silenced, they never feared they were being hunted. 

It provided enough cover that when you skirted around the first of Ulysses' men, they never expected the king to leap over you in a silent attack or the other panthers to silence them. 

Everything about the panthers was stealth while hunting. 

Seconds later you skidded to a stop, the King coming to crouch next to you, his hand resting gently on your back to keep you from continuing. “I see them, they are not hiding very well.” 

Ulysses had let some of his guard down here, not bothering to hide the massive camp so deep in the jungle. Judging from how far they traveled, Wakanda’s borders were not far away. A couple days away on foot if that. 

How could the vigilant panthers miss such a thing? 

“Shuri, note our location.” T’Challa muttered softly. “Do you see anything?” His eyes scanned upwards, searching for how they were hidden. You could faintly hear Shuri’s reply in his ear. 

“Nothing brother. I will test it out some more. So don’t let anyone shoot down my drone.” 

T’Challa cracked a small grin. “I will do my best.” He went silent and you settled down alongside him, focusing on the camp. 

From this vantage, it was all so open. People everywhere doing whatever tasks were assigned to them. The stench was almost overpowering. Fear and remnants of blood, it was saturated into the ground the camp was built on, the Little Wolf kept her ears pinned back in unease. Okoye wasn’t all that far away, an appearance of ease as she talked with Ulysses, the General playing her part well. She never once let it be known she was aware they were close. T’Challa kept watch of her, waiting for her signal. 

“Impressive.”  Okoye’s eyes roamed around the camp while she strode with Ulysses. “Do you move lots of products through?” 

Ulysses was cold as he shrugged. “Enough for you to get what you are looking for, I am sure. Come, I will show you what I have for you.” He gestured his hand forward, Okoye hesitated a moment before flashing him a smile. 

“Shouldn’t you lead the way?” She glanced around and your fur stood up along your spine, a soft uneasy whine making its way up your throat. Something was wrong, it felt wrong. “I do not know the layout of your camp.” 

“And you never will.” Ulysses reached behind him and pulled out a pistol, aimed right for Oyokes chest. From the truck a shot rang out, a scream of the panther driving echoing sharply. “T’Challa thinks he is smart huh?” His voice raised as his finger started to squeeze the trigger, all happening in seconds. “Sending in one of his prized panthers.” The shot rang off, sending T’Challa breaking from cover along with you and the panthers hunting with you. 

Okoye was quicker, the shield Shuri equipped her with bouncing off her forearm she shielded herself and her spear was suddenly in her hand, the metal shooting out to form, knocking Ulysses off balance, the gun slinging away suddenly. 

The metal over your bracelets swooped over you as more shots rang out, the camp suddenly in full combat mode. Panthers snarled in retaliation as they attacked their targets, sharp claws piercing and slashing up men’s bodies. 

T’Challa raced beyond them, Okoye being blown off her feet as a grenade exploded near her and giving Ulysses the chance to evade towards a truck, swinging himself into it to rev the engine. 

The shifters still human stayed in the trees, taking aim with specially made weapons to shoot out anything they could. 

“Shuri, get that drone on that truck,” T’Challa yelled as he reached his general, helping her to stand. 

“I’m fine.” She pushed him away. “Go now. He is close.” Okoye hissed in pain at T’Challa, but he hesitated, unable to leave her just yet. 

You weaved through the fighting, searching for the captured shifters in this camp. The few people that took interest in you, noticing you among the chaos were quickly dealt with as you leaped at them, snapping your jaws at throats and ripping them out. 

It was brutal, quick, and efficient. 

Your nose raced, the smells being sorted in milliseconds till you found what you were looking for. 

Fear, blood, metal, bodies. Panthers always had a scent of the deep jungle tops, misty wet and floral scented. All of it tinged with fear, bitter and sour. Your muzzle wrinkled up at it, jogging to a tent. 

“Who is that?” Bucky was quiet next to Steve, on the backside of the camp. Steve picked up Ulysses scent in the city and they followed it to this camp. The two of them prowled all night, picking up information about what was going on. 

Ulysses was moving shifters through, trucks going in full of shifters they found and leaving in the same way for some other destination. Bucky and Steve were just in the middle of a plan of how to infiltrate the camp when this woman appeared. 

Tall and commanding, she had her driver take her through the front without hesitation. Steve couldn’t believe his eyes as to who he saw. 

Okoye, and if she was here, that meant the Dora Milaje and possibly T’Challa himself were here. “A panther, that must mean there are others.” He pulled back from his hiding spot and tried to scent them. Something familiar was in the air, drawn to its wild sweetness, but he didn’t have the chance to sort it out when Bucky hissed in surprise. 

“They broke cover from the other side of the camp.” 

Steve growled at the suddenness of everything going to hell. Bucky was about to take his chance when he grabbed his brother's arm, pausing him. “Go fast, aim with kill shots Buck, anyone tries using trigger words, don’t give them the chance.” 

Bucky snarled as he shrugged his arm. “I’m fine Steve.” His eyes were hidden as he stepped from hiding and Steve felt the Alpha shake himself off, dispelling the unease of letting Bucky into this. They had seen him struggle with his control. 

<We will stay close> The Alpha assured as Steve bolted out, searching out both Ulysses and Bucky in a sweep of his eyes. 

As much as we can. A boom made the ground shake, Steve had to plant his feet as he found where the next threat was coming from. T’Challa stepped out of the unsettled dust with Okoye wrapped in his arm and a truck was squealing away. 

<There!>

Got him. Steve bolted in a run, preparing to let the Alpha take over when a streak caught his eyes, low to the ground the wolf traveled swiftly, and he would know that run anywhere. You were tracking among the attacking panthers and that made the Alpha stall. 

<What is the Little Wolf doing here?!> Steve changed course, following after you as you approached the tent all the trucks entering the camp earlier would go to. 

He was so far away, Steve yelped a warning as you darted inside, knowing that the tent was loaded with guards all armed with various weapons. Steve skidded inside to see you mid-tackle with one of the mercenaries, your strong jaws around the barrel of his weapon, each snarl had you wrenching your head, scraping your teeth against the metal. Just as fast as he noticed you, Steve assessed where the other threats were located- two on one side, rushing out of their chairs where they were playing cards of some kind and another around the back side of loaded cages, bracing his rifle against the top one to take aim and the one you were currently working on disarming. 

With a lift of his foot, Steve shoved his foot against a wall of empty cages, sending them tumbling over the two mercenaries scrambling to their weapons, his hand slipping against his chest and yanking out a vibranium dagger he carried on him, a gift from T’Challa the last time he was here. The blade raced true to its target, landing in the rifleman's skull and killing him instantly. 

A glance over his shoulder showed you had dragged the mercenary down, unable to withstand your attack anymore while he covered his face with his arms, a weak shield against you. Steve leaped over the cages to grab another mercenary, a punch to his head knocking his senses out and he slumped into dead weight from Steve’s hand. The last one managed to crawl out of the tented area, taking his chances among the panthers. Panting, Steve hauled the last remaining mercenary to one of the cages and slammed him in. 

Finally, it was mostly quiet in the tent, the people in the cages huddling in fear, waiting to see what they would do and there you were. Shifted back to yourself blinking at him, the shield wrapped around your body like a second skin, vibrating with whatever power was built into it. The shock was etched on your face, pain and sorrow quickly melded into a rage. You snarled at him. “What are you doing here Steve?” 

Steve felt himself rising in the challenge as he stepped around the tossed cages, stalking towards you. You looked as fierce as ever, his Little One ready to battle the enemy, but now it was him you were bracing to go against. Your eyes roved over him protectively, like you were making sure he wasn’t injured in any way but kept your touch well away from him. 

“What am I doing here, why aren't you home Little One?” Steve hissed angrily. “Where you are safe?” 

You backed a step like you were whiplashed, shaking your head. “You don't get to call me that Steve. It’s also none of your business.” 

“Are you alone?” Steve hesitated to take another step forward after you purposely backed away from him, out of his reach. “Why isn’t anyone with you?” 

Your chin hitched, your defiant move. Steve could sense you were discussing with your Little Wolf what you must have wanted to share with him. His own Alpha paced frantically because you were so close. Steve tried not to let himself get lost in your scent overwhelming him. It was almost like the first time, heating him from the inside out with the need to be close to you and be able to touch you. <Don’t drive her away Steve.> The Alpha snapped at the man. 

“Yes, it’s just me here, I'm alone now Steve.” You finally started, loosening your fighting stance slightly. “The rest of it is my business. Now help me get these people out of these cages if you are going to stay.” The dismissive tone stung Steve and made his chest ache at how hollow you sounded. 

You simply turned away from him, walking away to continue your mission.

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

[vampierium]

I wonder if there’s any shifters in the redactedverse that prefer to stay as animals, like “sure being a human and having a job sounds cool, but I can shift into a wolf and run around in the forest for free”

#redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted verse #redacted wolf pack #redacted shifters #redacted shitpost #asmr rp #audio rp #redacted headcanons #vampier ramblings

[eiinn-ulfr]

reblog if you're interested in interacting with a mob boss wolf shifter oc. he's feral, he's a bastard-- he's a feral bastard wolf man. he'll probably let you down or try to kill you a few times. it's all part of the charm.

about / rules / verses.

#《 sᴇʟғ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ 》 ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ．

[designedparadigm]

‘ actually, you two are the most important men in my life right now. ’ / @auroradicit

   there's  an  immediate  huff  out  of  ghost,  the  blond  wolf  opting  to  lay  down,  closing  his  eyes.  seems  he's  less  than  interested  -  though  it's  his  personal  opinion  on  the  day.  useless. 

   soap  on  the  other  hand  -  it's  like  something  is  lit  in  him.  ears  perk,  tail  wags  incessantly,  and  he  starts  to  bounce  around  her.  a  continual  circle  with  playful  'ruf's  escaping  him.  the  occassional  nudde  of  his  snout  to  her  hand,  petting  himself  rather  effectively. 

   he  even  corrals  her  to  the  door  to  let  him  out  -  and  once  he's  outside  he's  off  like  a  shot.  ghost  even  bothers  to  come  over,  peering  outside,  and  giving  sabi  a  rather  tired  looking  stare,  as  if  to  question  why  she  let  soap  go  out  there.  why  would  she  entertain  him. 

   it's  five  minutes  before  soap  comes  racing  back  -  his  mouth  filled  with  various  wild  flowers  that  he  drops  at  her  feet  before  sitting,  tail  thumping  aggressively  against  the  ground.  he  seems  to  be extremely  proud.

#auroradicit #answered #in / johnny soap mactavish #in / simon ghost riley #verse / wolf shifters #unlocked: johnny's sappy side for romance holidays

[ejunkiet]

the devil is in the details

the idea of david being assigned as the royal security detail in the imperium verse, leading to him meeting angel, would not leave me alone. short and sweet (?)

thank you @taelonsamada and @glassbearclock for enabling this. >:3 <33

redacted asmr: imperium!david/angel, mature themes, 18+ mdni.

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The consort of the King Imperial was once assigned a security detail, a shifter from a prominent wolf pack.

Alpha David Shaw.

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the devil is in the details

This will all end in flames, but right now, in this moment, David couldn’t give a damn.

They’re soft and warm, so fucking warm beneath him, their hands on him, their mouth on him, tasting him, taking all of him, and he’ll give them as much as they want, as much as they need.

And they do need him, just as much as he needs them. He’s seen their life, the illusion of their freedom, hidden beneath the opulence of the pretty bars of their cage. Their relationship with the man that would call himself king may have started out as love, but it’s long gone now, a shallower attachment - possession - all that’s left in its place.

Now it’s his hands on them, his mouth tasting them, swallowing their moans, leaving his marks on their skin in private places, gentle enough that they can be eased away with a little healing magic when it’s time for him to leave.

The headache would be worth it, to have his mouth on them now.

“Davey,” Their voice is little more than a gasp, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop.”

That name on anyone else’s lips would have been an insult, but not from them. From them, it fits into the little space inside his chest that they’ve carved out for themselves and called home, alongside the name he’s gifted them in return, angel, for all that they’ve saved him.

“I’ve got you. Hold on to me.”

He was drowning before he met them. With the responsibilities of the pack, with his loss - smothered by the weight of all the lives under his care. He still feels the weight of it now, as he figures out what it means to be alpha, to care for his people, even when it seems the very world is fighting against him. To keep them safe.

(He still has people missing - hunted by a massmaker, if the rumours were to be believed.)

He’d almost forgotten what it meant to be David before he’d been hired for the royal detail. They’d entered his life with all the force of a hurricane, breaking down his walls, reminding him of who he was, before all this. The man beneath the armour.

And they’d rediscovered themself, too.

They’ve talked about how much the life they’ve been living has chafed them - the isolation, the boredom, the frustration. They’re smart, and bright, and so  fucking kind, and worth so much more than the ornamental side piece the little prince had made of them.

And he loves them. He’s been in love with them for months, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying, and all he can think about when they’re like this, moving together, their bodies and hearts in sync.

He wants them, all of them – and it’s that thought that pushes him over the edge as they clench around him, reaching their own peak, gasping his name, their fingers tangled in the strands of his hair as he holds them close.

He wants them to be his. And he thinks they want that too.

It’s in the quiet after, tangled up on the simple futon in the private room that had been assigned to the royal security detail, that he finds the courage to put it into words.

“Angel.” He waits until they’re looking at him, seafoam green eyes glimmering in the golden light that filters through the curtains, draping their body in gold. “Run away with me. Please.”

He’s already drawn up the plans, and discussed it with his pack. Asher had been hesitant, worried - but he’d seen the changes in David though, and knew how much they meant to him. He’d come around, in the end.

His angel makes a soft sound in the back of their throat, almost wounded. Their voice is soft when they finally speak. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do. We’ll protect you from him.” He needs them to hear it, to believe it. “I’m the alpha of my pack, the biggest in Dahlia. We’re strong. We’ll be enough.”

“Even against the King Imperium himself?”

“He’s not king yet. Besides, we have our alliances. He wouldn’t want a war.” They look at him, bright eyes wide and unsure, and he holds their stare. He’s serious - has never been more serious about anything in his life. “He’ll let you go.”

Their expression wavers, and there are tears in their eyes, even if they don’t let them fall. “Don’t give me false hope, Davey.”

Their breath catches as he reaches out to cup their cheek. Their skin is soft and warm as they lean into the touch, their eyes flickering shut, and they fit just right, as if they were made for him. “I love you. Please. Come with me.”

The tears break, slipping down their cheeks before he presses them away with his thumb. “Okay.”

He takes them in his arms as they release a shuddering breath, and he holds them as they shake, the tension in them breaking, and it’s too much, he knows, but it’ll be okay, in the end. They’ll be together, and that’s all that matters. “I love you, angel.”

As their grip tightens around him, they press their words into his chest. “I love you too.”

#redacted asmr #ej writes redacted #imperium au #redacted davey #redacted davey/angel #writing #look. LOOK. #in my personal hc they both make it out okay #hurt/comfort

[bruciemilf]

Okay but like do you have anymore hc’s for your shifter/totem au??? 👀 Because bestie, Bruce as a bunny shifter is just so true

OOOOO okay, so having a tiny little writer's block rn, huge doubts these will make sense but,

- so,

my version of shifters/totems is that not only does your physical functions get altered depending on your shift, (ex: wolf shifters being tall as FUCK because WOLVES are tall as fuck. Combining that with pre-coded human genes? Big bois.

Same goes for mice and otherwise small animals. Mice are super small. Bunnies are small, too.)

- I think it'd be so interesting if each person got at least one trait from their totem, or more, but there needs to be a behavioural link between person and shift. Jason, as a wolf shifter, is familial and protective.

Dick is a prideful lion, but he's also playful, and mischievous, and loving. Cass as a panther is gracious and ambitious.

- I think it's also cool to think about this verse from a socio political standpoint, because there's so many metaphors and perspectives.

Bunnies having a hard time with relationships/bonding laws because rabbits can die of heartbreak. They multiply fast and by the dozen, if they're lucky, but more often than not, the limit is 2-4 bunnies.

But not every shift is compatible with children, so Bruce never planned to have any of his own. He kinda cheated but eh. That's his fluffle your honor.

Jason having a hard time with relationships because wolf shifters get attached fast and demand a definite level of commitment. Wolves mate for life and all!!

Not to mention the stigmatism about canine shifters being dumb and only good for labor work. Feline shifters needing to get de clawed when in animal form.

Rabbits have heart issues and they're extremely anxious, so it's mandatory they take heart medication. They all have to convince or trick bunny! Bruce to take his because he just won't!! He needs to be alert at all times!!

I love to imagine Tim as a hamster and sleeping under Bruce's floppy ears sjsjs

#asks #shifter au #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #batfam #text

[buckybeardreams]

@snarky-drabbles here's the spontaneous scene i ended up writing for my shifter verse which just keeps getting longer lol

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Getting Chris to sleep during the days was becoming increasingly harder, especially when the other pups were running around.

The poor pup didn't understand why he had to sleep while they played, and Buck was finding it harder and harder to justify making him.

"But I wanna play!" Chris whined.

Buck sighed, squinting his eyes at the pups playing out front of the packhouse under the watchful eyes of the pack Alpha and her Omega.

Athena didn't say a word, but she didn't have to, Bobby knew she wanted him to be the one to invite them over.

Buck was still wary of the pack members, choosing not to interact with them unless absolutely necessary, only exchanging words with Eddie about Chris and otherwise keeping to himself.

It's how he'd always been, how he'd always lived.

Buck didn't talk much because he was almost always in his wolf form.

He hadn't needed to talk much before he started co-parenting with Eddie.

Buck tensed up when Bobby got up.

Bobby smiled at Buck; the smile easy-going, reassuring, an attempt to put him at ease.

"Why don't you let him play a little longer? No harm, right?"

Buck bristled at the easy way he said it.

No harm.

Buck could scoff at the notion.

He had Chris on a schedule before this pack came along and ruined their perfect routine. Now Chris wanted to be awake when the rest of the pack was awake. Which made sense, but it still irritated Buck.

"You can play for ten minutes," Buck relented, knowing this was a losing battle as he watched Chris run off to play.

He knew there would be a downside to sleeping this close to the packhouse.

Buck sighed and settled down in the grass, not getting any closer to the packhouse, but not shifting into his wolf form either.

He looked up and met Eddie's eyes, and Eddie must have taken it as an invitation because he headed over.

Buck pressed his lips together, looking down to avoid his gaze.

"You're supposed to be on guard duty. I don't think chatting is in your job description."

Eddie raised a brow, taking a seat next to him, not close enough to touch but close enough to be too close.

Buck shifted a little, that strange feeling stirring inside him, the one Eddie brought to life.

It made a blush rise on his cheeks, and Buck cleared his throat, glaring down at the grass because he hated this.

It was so stupid how he couldn't seem to control himself around Eddie, couldn't seem to control how he felt about Eddie.

"Thanks for that. I know it's not easy."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Buck grunted.

Eddie hummed, his eyes on the trees and Buck's firmly on the blades of grass he was fidgeting with.

Eddie glanced at him, a small smile on his lip when Buck looked up merely to glare at him and look away again.

Eddie looked away, too, keeping his gaze on the skyline even as his hand reached over, fingers just slightly brushing over Buck's own.

Buck tensed, jerking his hand away and scowling at Eddie.

"What the fuck, Eddie," Buck demanded, eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Eddie could practically see the walls go up, Buck becoming more distant, scared to let himself get close to someone.

Eddie knew playing it off lightly would be the best play, so he just chuckled and shook his head, laying back in the grass.

Buck frowned at him, and Eddie just turned his eyes to the sky, beautiful and blue above their heads.

It was weird how normal it all felt.

Eddie acting all casual about it made it feel normal, like he was supposed to be right there by Buck's side while Chris played with the other pups.

It was hard not to relax into; Buck's ever vigilant instincts settling in the presence of his Alpha.

There was no denying that he had developed a deep trust for Eddie, as evidenced by the way he could now sleep peacefully out in the open, soaking in the sun and feeling safer than he ever had despite how very vulnerable he and Chris were like that.

Except they weren't really.

They were exposed, but they weren't ever in any danger, and Buck recognized this on an instinctual level.

When Eddie was there they were safe.

So safe that Buck's eyes drooped, defenses dropping, allowing him to sag into the grass next Eddie.

He blinked open his eyes, the sun shining down into them and making him squint before he shut them tight.

He felt almost high from just being this close to Eddie, the Alpha's scent wrapping around him and filling his lungs with each breath.

When Eddie spoke, his words almost sounded distorted, like Buck was somewhere far and distant, Eddie's words apparently the only sound that could pierce through the fuzzy warmth that had settled over him heavy, weighing down his limbs and coaxing him down further.

"Buck?"

Buck made a sound in response, sleepy, soft.

Eddie's eyes softened adoring, shifting onto his side and propping his head up on his hand so he could watch Buck's even breaths.

He looked so at peace, so drastically different from how he usually was with Eddie.

"It's okay, you can sleep," Eddie promised, aware that Buck was not fully with him at the moment. "I'll keep you safe."

Eddie could almost feel the shift in Buck, the way the scent around him changed, softened alluringly.

It made Eddie's mouth water, made him want to hover protectively and kiss softly and scent sweetly.

The fact that Eddie could sense this shift could mean only one thing, it was for him.

Buck was softening for Eddie, responding to him beautifully the way an Omegan mate would.

It was natural when Alphas mated for one of them to take on the Omegan role, and in rare cases, even eventually transition biologically into an Omega.

What wasn't normal was that Buck was responding so strongly when they hadn't even mated yet.

Most bonds started as a physical bond, driven by attraction and instincts, and that emotional, soul connection developed more slowly as they shared their lives.

It was almost like Buck and Eddie had skipped over that, the decades of familiarity having felt almost instantaneous, like even before they'd decided to merge their lives, they'd already had that bond intact.

The way Buck slept so soundly was proof of just how much he trusted Eddie, trusted him down to his core, deep in his heart and soul.

Eddie didn't fight it when Buck rolled over in his sleep and pressed up close, he just slipped an arm under him and tucked him further into his side.

He was aware Buck would be pissed if he were awake and aware of it, but he allowed himself this moment of holding him close anyway.

He was mindful to slip away before Buck woke up, long after Chris had tired himself out and curled up with them, posting back up outside the packhouse to keep a watchful eye on his family.

This was his first time seeing them sleeping in their human forms, because Buck usually preferred to sleep in his wolf form, finding it made him feel more secure.

To have him in his vulnerable human form, laying out in the open like this…

Eddie didn't take for granted just how much that meant, just how much faith Buck was putting in him.

#buddie 911 #buddie #sneak peek #shifters verse