Ficlet: Little Red and the Big, Not so Bad, Wolf
Look, @typhoidmeri makes me lovely werewolf!Steve and Darcy art and I am compelled to write fic for it. I don’t make the rules, that’s just how it goes.
(obviously, the art credit goes to the wonderful @typhoidmeri)
In my head, this is in the same universe as The Moonlight Side, which you don’t have to read in order to enjoy this little bit of Valentine’s Day fluff. If you’re so inclined to read it, however, you can find it on AO3 under my author name of Aenaria (not going to link it here because of tumblr BS).
Anyway, here, have some fluff. It’s small, but I like it, and as it’s more than I’ve written in months at the rate I’ve been going, I’ll take it.
Title: Little Red and the Big, Not so Bad, Wolf
“Hey, it’s okay. Everyone forgets a monthly date now and again, especially if you’re distracted.” Darcy sips at the deep red wine, rolling the silky flavor around on her tongue. “That’s why girls never forget their first pregnancy scare.”
The giant wolf splayed out on bed next to Darcy, lifts his head up and gives her what’s probably the most baleful look she’s ever seen on his furry face. “Oh, stop it, Steve,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I’m not upset, I swear. So you forgot the full moon was on Valentine’s Day this year. It happens.”
Darcy will never, ever say it out loud, but it does kind of suck that her werewolf husband (also known as Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, which is just…sometimes she doesn’t understand what her life is but she’s not complaining) is in the middle of one of his furry days on their first Valentine’s Day as a married couple. And they’d made such detailed plans too! A few days vacation at a delightfully secluded and romantic cabin in the woods, a promise from the rest of the Avengers that no one would disturb them unless it was an absolute universe ending level problem, and a set of blood red lingerie that Darcy’s been saving for just the right occasion.
And then they both forget that Valentine’s Day and the full moon fall right on the same night this year.
So really, there are no innocent parties here. In sickness and in health, ‘til death do you part, and on nights of fur and skin, they’re both in it together.
Steve shuffles a little bit, stretching his neck out until his head lands firmly in Darcy’s lap. He nudges his wet nose against her stomach, leaving a little damp mark against the satin negligee. She sighs and runs a hand through the thick scruff around his neck, scratching until she can feel him rumble contentedly against her skin. Darcy bends down, nuzzling against one of Steve’s pointed ears and whispers her love for him. He may be furry right then but he’s still human on the inside and can understand every word she utters.
“Now.” Darcy reclines back on the pillows, keeping an arm looped around Steve’s neck, and swaps the wine glass for the TV remote. “Let’s find the finest zombie movie Netflix has to offer.”
*
The first thing Darcy notices as she slowly wakes up is something gently stroking her throat, hair tickling her skin, and something warm gliding along the edge of her bathrobe. Then there’s the sensation of the sun hitting her face, and she scrunches her nose before anything else, twisting out of the way of the sunbeam. The hand on her stomach slips to her back, and she feels herself being tugged close to a firm and very human body.
Her eyes flutter open, taking in a sliver of Steve’s bare chest right in her line of sight. “Mmmm,” she mumbles, sleepily. “Happy belated Valentine’s Day.”
“Time is relative,” Steve replies softly. With one deft hand he undoes the already loose knot of the bathrobe, sliding it down her bare shoulder and revealing part of the slinky little negligee hidden beneath it. “It’s still Valentine’s Day if we say it is.”
“Mmm, I definitely say so.” Darcy reaches out to find the planes of Steve’s body beneath the blankets, discovering that he hadn’t gotten dressed again after he’d changed back to human as the sun rose. “So how do you want to spend your Valentine’s Day? Any good ideas from the Man with a Plan?”
“Man with a Plan’s on vacation.” He leans down and nuzzles into her neck once more, rolling her back into the pillows and pressing a kiss to where her pulse is beginning to pound at the base of her neck. “Steve Rogers, however, is going to focus on spending time with his wife.”
“I like the way you think, husband.”
