You shared a bedroom with four other people, five beds stacked side to side, belongings all jumbled along the floor and every surface of the room. You hated it. You’d never realised how much you craved solitude until you had nothing but company, so now you sought it out whenever you could.
It had been several months since you’d found the place you called The Perch, a small nook nestled in the Sanctuary’s rooftop. One side was made up of old pipework, the other side offering panoramic views of where the road turned into woodland. You would have enjoyed the spot even without the view but the view made it that much sweeter especially on nights like this, when the moon was full and all the stars seemed to be shining.
It was 1am now and even though you liked to sleep here some nights most nights you just sat and read. Tonight was no different. So with the tiny flicker of your flashlight you lost yourself in a dog eared novel you’d read many times before.
You didn’t know what made you look up from the page, maybe it was a change in the wind or the creak of a misplaced noise but when you glanced down to where the dead were chained to the fence you spotted him. Rolling back a broken part of the chain link and sneaking away on hurried feet.
This wasn’t the first night you’d noticed Negan leaving the safety of the Sanctuary and all the other times had been much the same. He had no idea you could see him from high on your perch, the way he moved made it seem like he didn’t want anyone to, which was why you’d never told anyone about it, including Negan.
I NEED BOLD FONT BECAUSE CAPS IS NOT ENOUGH! Werewolf!Negan was always something I wanted to read and I loved that you decided to take on it. Like, favorite writer plus werewolf!Negan is the best thing that ever happened this month.
First, can I say that I always adore your “you” characters, they are always so captivating and grounded. They honestly feel like real people! People that I would love to have as friends and that I can root every second of the story.
“I don’t think you understand the fucking situation here sweetheart. I want nothing more than to tear your soft little body apart with my teeth, I wanna hear you scream, I wanna taste your life blood as it slips hot and sticky from your veins.” – WHY THIS IS SO SEXY?? WHY I want this bloodthirst!Negan, regular Negan tbh, to do bad things with me? I mean, you. lol Seriously, Bad Things by Jace Everett is playing on my mind right now.
He kissed you like you were his favorite flavour – I SHOULD SUE YOU OVER THIS!! You always come with these unexpected great lines that just leave me SHOOK, you know. It’s so gorgeous.
THE SMUT THO! I honestly don’t think I have enough words to describe how fucking sexy it was. I just need to volunteer to the Night Watch, so I can lay on ice for a lot of time until I recover from this story.
Summary: In this current day Avengers AU, you work as a profiler with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, leads a close-knit group of supervisory special agents as they track a killer. Characters in this chapter: Unnamed perpetrator, female reader, Brock Rumlow, Mrs. Fury, Steve Rogers, Dodger [yes, that Dodger] Characters mentioned: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Stella Fury [Nick’s daughter] Pairing: Steve Rogers x plus size female reader, Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff Word Count: 1,741 Warnings: Language, fat-shaming, talk of kidnapping and starvation [consider these three a warning for all chapters] Author’s Note: POV changes. SERIES MASTER LIST Any terminology mistakes are mine, and mine alone. Thank you to @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog@climbthatmooselikeatree and @dean-in-the-devils-trap . Without their help and influence, this fic would not have gotten written.
PREVIOUSLY ON THE PREDATOR’S OBSESSION:
“I think the question you’re actually searching for is what kind of person would do something like this,” you snapped, slapping a high definition, close-up picture onto the board. It wasn’t just any picture, it was Stella Fury. Wanda gasped loudly and bolted from the room. Bucky was quick on her heels, calling out for her to stop.
“Shit,” you gasped. Wanda was one of the most sensitive people you knew. Hurting her was the last thing you had wanted to do. With your head down, you pinched the bridge of your nose and shook your head. You went to round the desk, but Steve’s hand was on yours.
“Bucky’s got her, Y/N,” he breathed, brushing his thumb over the backside of your wrist.
You pulled in a shuddering breath and nodded. “Alright, let’s dive back in.”
4 MONTHS AGO
“Agent Rumlow,” Mrs. Fury greeted her husband’s colleague as she opened the front door. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Brock shook the rain from his jacket before stepping inside. “I just had a couple of follow-up questions. I do hope I’m not disturbing you.”
She gave a wave of her hand. “What else can I do to help?”
“Last time we spoke, you said that you hadn’t seen Stella for several months,” he spoke carefully. “Was that normal?”
“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Fury answered. “Stella was a bit of a traveller, always wanted to visit new and exciting places.”
Brock nodded as he scribbled in his notepad. “And you didn’t know anything was wrong until…”
Tears pricked the back of her eyes and she sniffled. “No,” she quietly agreed. “Not until she… her body was identified.”
“Just one more thing, Mrs. Fury,” Brock promised. “Is there any chance I could get another look at her room? I just want to make sure nothing was overlooked.”
“Of course, agent. Take all the time you feel you need.”
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