There Is Thunder In Our Hearts
by Gloromeien a Stucky WIP
Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Captain America (Chris Evans Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Sarah Rogers (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Kahhori (Marvel), Maya Lopez, Joaquín Torres (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Ramonda (Marvel), Frank Castle, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Nick Fury, Taneleer Tivan, Logan | Wolverine (X-Men), Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel), Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Mary Jane Watson, Ned Leeds, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winifred Barnes, Claire Temple, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins Additional Tags: Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolf Mates, Modern AU, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternative Werewolf Lore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Angst, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Lonely Bucky Barnes, Lonely Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Found Family, isolated community, Pining Bucky Barnes, Dogs, So many dogs in this one, Everyone gets a dog!, Fluff, Humor, Smut, Angst, HEA Guaranteed, Slow Burn, Like I can't express how slow, But it's sooo worth it y'all, NOT OMEGAVERSE, I really can't stress enough about how this is not Omegaverse or A/B/O, They're just werewolves gang
Summary:
The scent was all.
The scent was all, and he’d lost it.
He staggered through the burning woods, desperate for shelter, for water, for air, along the only path the fire permitted him, a rock ledge that overlooked the river, stained brown from all the blood, all the carnage of the battle that still raged in the valley below. A fog of black, sooty smoke loomed in between the trees, but thinned out on the ledge. He cradled his mangled arm as he lurched forward, forward on a pair of swollen ankles, shackle-scarred legs, desperate for escape from he knew not what.
He only knew it was evil—pure, invincible evil—and if he shifted, they would have him. His wolf was fierce but fair-minded, a creature of instinct and hunger—and instinct, he had discovered, could be manipulated, wielded, owned.
The man with no name would die before he would be owned again. In which Bucky is a lonely, determined, but tormented wolf searching for his mate while shepherding an adorable pack of rescue dogs around the West Coast, and Steve is the righteous but grief-stricken Alpha of an idyllic werewolf pack, who'll do anything it takes to keep his wolves safe under the constant threat of a HYDRA attack.
Chapter 7: Now There’s No Holding Back, I’m Making To Attack
Snippet:
One week, and he’d be able to call Westhaven home. A vote would be called at that Tuesday’s elders council meeting. Steve had promised him. If Bucky received unanimous support, he’d been initiated at Friday’s pack run. Which meant Steve would remove the block on him, would open himself to Bucky being one of his wolves. Would know how much deeper their connection ran.
Or not.
Bucky’d had a restless night, worrying himself sleepless over whether Steve ‘Anti-Woo’ Rogers would accept him as his mate. Whether he’d even recognize the pull inside him or chalk it up to… Bucky didn’t even know what. He couldn’t imagine denying his tether to Steve, ignoring the primal urges that compelled them together. But then, their fateful bond had freed his mind in ways Steve, as Alpha, could never open himself to.
And really, what was Bucky to him but another fun flirtation, another brief infatuation, another notch on his bedpost (ribbed from his pleasure)? A part of Steve, like the rest of the town, must see him as fresh meat for his voracious libido. The fact that they’d become friends might mean little in the grand scheme—Steve was friends with all of his lovers, generous with his time and tenderness and passion with all of his wolves. Would he really abandon all that, the free love philosophy that had become the Westhaven way, to devote himself to Bucky, a wolf who couldn’t even remember if he’d had a first kiss?
Please, he begged the sky, the sea, the simmering air. I’ve come so far. I’ve waited so long. I’ve tried so hard to be worthy of him.
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