Snowflake Challenge 13

[turps]

In your own space, create a fanwork. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.

I was wondering when this one would turn up.

I'm just going to copy what I've done for other snowflakes which is to offer drabbles, and give myself some slack with double drabbles if I want to write more.

So, give me a pairing and prompt and I'll write you something with exactly 100 or 200 words. Any fandom I know is fair game.

Responses may not be immediate as I'm a bit behind online atm, but I will get them done.

Comments

[turps]

Excellent prompt :D

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When Bucky comes around he’s always alone -- except, this time, he’s not.

His whole body aching he rolls onto his side, twigs snagging his hair, the taste of blood and flesh in his mouth as he sits up and looks around for the bag he’d left hidden.

“Heads up.”

Startled, Bucky reacts instinctively, grabbing hold of the bottle that’s thrown in his direction. It’s cold, condensation slippery under his fingers, and Bucky should be bristling right now because this is wrong.

No one should be here after a change, it’s never happened, shouldn’t happen, because Bucky should have erupted into fur and teeth as soon as anyone came close. Instead, it seems, he’d kept sleeping.

“I’ve got coffee, but water’s better at getting blood out of your mouth.”

Bucky looks over at Clint. He’s sitting on the ground, looking relaxed as he uses a tree as a backrest, a bag of animal crackers open in his lap. He’s also got crumbs down his front and a giant cooler close by.

Using his teeth, Bucky twists the top off the bottle and swills water around his mouth then spits. Only then does he say, “What are you doing here?”

“Felt like a picnic.” Clint smiles and picks up another cracker, crunching it between his teeth. “I heard it’s peaceful here.”

“It is,” Bucky agrees, and though he’s not in wolf form right now, he can still hear the rustle of trees, see the early morning sunlight that dapples the ground. It’s a place he comes to run, hunt and howl at the moon, but it’s also a place where he comes to be grounded, a place where he’s completely alone.

Except for now.

The packet rustles as Clint takes another cracker, flicks it up into the air and catches it in his mouth. “I brought food, but if you want, I can go.”

Bucky’s instant reaction is to say yes, but somehow the words won’t form. Instead, he stills, lets the forest air settle around him as he realises, he wants Clint to say.

He wants to eat the pizza and hamburgers Clint’s got in the cooler -- which, gross, what kind of breakfast is that? -- and lie in the sunshine and take this morning where he can be his true self.

Questions can wait until later, and there will be questions. But until then, all Bucky says is, “Stay.”

[frausorge]

ooh I like the sense of peacefulness in this scene.

[turps]

Thank you!

I think both of those guys could do with some peace at times.