hello I see your stucky content in my dash a LOT and I have finally officially learnt how to spell your username bc I read the wolf!Bucky hc (STUNNING by the way) and then saw this on instagram and just…melted
thank you for all your doing for stuckies! xx
Sweetie oh my gosh, I’m actually blushing right now afsafhsgs *flailing intensifies* First things first, thank you so, so much for sending me such a sweet ask, darling, I can’t even express how humbled and grateful I am, reading your words 💖💖💖 Also, that part about my username made me giggle so much xD I guess all of those L’s make it look weird and kinda confusing, I’m sorry 🥺💕
Ohhh oh my gosh, that video is the single most precious thing ever, I’m pretty sure I’m about to melt too!! 😍😍 When I picture wolf!Bucky, I imagine him as gentle and sweet and fluffy as that pupper :3
You know, in that headcanon (and I’d like to thank the wonderful nonnie who shared that amazing concept once more 😘), I was going with a werewolf!Bucky in the more traditional sense, which I absolutely ADORE (pls wish me luck as I try to turn it into an actual fic adfgsdfgh), but also this video gave me THOUGHTS and those thoughts scream Wolf!Bucky + kids and now I can’t help but wonder about a slightly different AU, including but not limited to:
shapeshifter!Bucky who can shift into his wolf form anytime he wants;
actual White Wolf Bucky, because I cannot pass up that chance, it’s just too perfect;
his neighbours quickly warming up to wolf!Bucky once they realize what a big big softie he really is;
the children absolutely LOVING wolf!Bucky and begging to play with him all the time, and Bucky caving because he just can’t say no to those little “🥺” faces;
wolf!Bucky, this massive, majestic, supposedly serious creature, frolicking in the grass like an actual puppy, soaking up the kids’ happy laughter and letting them all take a turn riding on his back - all the while Steve watches from the sidelines, sitting in the shade of the trees with one of the smallest children and two baby goats in his lap, wondering how they got here - and thanking all the gods he knows that they did, because he wouldn’t trade this for all the gold in the world;
(Steve thinking, who knows, maybe there could be children in their future, too. Someday. Their own children, grabbing handfuls of Bucky’s gorgeous fur and laughing, happy and carefree, when Bucky splashes around in the lake with them.)
the kids crafting beautiful flower wreaths for their wolf friend, which Bucky wears proudly - and then unravels later, so very carefully, so that he can press all the flowers between the pages of his books and save those precious memories forever;
wolf!Bucky quickly becoming the village’s designed babysitter; being very protective of the children, watching over them when they’re playing outside and making sure they don’t stray too far; gently, so very gently grabbing them by the back of their shirts when they’re being too stubborn or reckless (god knows he’s got decades of practice with that); herding them back home when it’s time for a nap;
wolf!Bucky essentially acting as a shepherd dog both for the children and for the goats (and groaning every time Steve makes another kid joke);
Bucky being surprised when the children go out of their way to hang out with him, and not the wolf;
Bucky realizing that they look up to him, and see him not just as a playmate but also as a cool uncle, a friend, a part of their family;
Bucky realizing, belatedly, that they’re as fond of him as he is fond of them;
Bucky realizing that they care about him - every time he’s having a bad day, and they come by only to leave snacks and little treats for him; every time they teach him a new word, and laugh with him when he gets the pronunciation horribly wrong; every time they offer to braid his hair for him, ask for a story from him, or watch attentively as he polishes his prosthetic arm;
and Bucky lowkey hiding his face in the crook of Steve’s neck, wet eyelashes and all, when that realization truly sinks in;
“They love you, Buck,” Steve murmurs in his ear, and Bucky knows he’s smiling even if he can’t see Steve’s face just now - he can hear it in his voice, feel it in Steve’s soft breath, in the fingers scratching idly at the base of his scalp. “You didn’t know, sweetheart? How much they love you?”
Bucky burrows closer into Steve’s arms, settling in for their own nap, his flesh hand splayed over Steve’s stomach. There’s a jar on the windowsill, filled with dried flowers and pretty pebbles the children found by the lake and gave to him, the smooth stone glinting softly in the afternoon sun. The smile comes before he can even think to stop it. “I know now.”
