#weresteve

[ropetodd]

welcome toooooo were-demodog-steve au. he has fun. might write a comic

[amarriageoftrueminds]

just LOLd picturing a Perilous Situation with transformed WereSteve going into ProtectMode carrying a transformed WereBucky to safety by the scruff of his neck

THE LOOK ON BUCKY'S FACE

(He is a full sized snow leopard. He is better at climbing than Steve. This is UNCALLED FOR.)

[fieldbears]

Prompt: Any interest in doing Werewolf!Steve? I just want Steve being an overly-physically affectionate puppy, all 240 pounds of him post-serum. Bucky being like "Well it's not like you weren't high maintenance before, I can handle this." Natasha knowing his secret and adding dog/wolf puns to her repertoire of dad jokes. Steve accidentally turning Sam--they didn't even think that was possible? (but it turns out Sam is a NATURAL at this) Steve slowly building his new pack in this new century! ;^; [[I have taken this prompt and tweaked it, but the important part (PUPPY) is still there]] "It is much like the teen dog show," Thor says lightly, and frowns when everyone looks at him with a blank expression. He turns to Jane. "Did I not say it correctly? The television show Darcy so enjoys. With the young men who transform into wild animals." Jane frowns for several seconds. "Teen WOLF," she says finally, snapping her fingers. "Teen Wolf," Thor repeats. "Yes. The Captain's blood mingled with an Asgardian beast on the battlefield, and so his change is imminent. Unlike the teens of Darcy's television show, however, it is not a permanent affliction, but rather one that lasts about a fortnight. So, pray, do not look so concerned." Bucky tilts his head, still refusing to stop hovering around the Asgardian medical table where Steve is laid out. "So he's gonna be a werewolf," he reiterates, "but for, like, less than a week." "Not exactly a wolf of Earth," Thor says, frowning. "He will be an agreeable-enough beast with an appetite." On the medical table, Steve rolls onto his side and snuffles quietly. ** "He JUST had lunch with us," Clint insists. "I believe you," Bucky replies, barely tamping down his impatience, "but I need you to run to the, the kitchen place, next to the mead hall, you know where it is?" "Yeah," Clint says, still pretty distracted by the shirtless, golden-furred Steve sitting by Bucky's feet and headbutting his hip. "Yeah. And ask them for more... haunches of... whatever the hell. Meat. Get a few platters sent in here." "Bucky, the platters here are, like," Clint extends his hands from each other. "Yeah, I KNOW." ** Steve refuses to sleep anywhere other than in Bucky's bed, half in Bucky's lap, with his face pressed into either Bucky's armpit or Bucky's neck. His nose - snout? - is wet. ** He doesn't play with everyone, but as soon as Sam takes him for something like a 'walk' and Steve finds a branch, he REFUSES to leave without playing fetch. Sam resists for a while, concerned about how embarrassed Steve might be when he's himself again, but after getting tackled down onto his back, Steve licking his face insistently, Sam gives in. Whatever makes the guy happy. ** Bucky finds Steve curled up next to Natasha by the fire one night. Her nails are skritching gently at the spot behind Steve's shaggy golden ears and his tail is swishing left to right at a lazy, all-is-right-with-the-world pace.