the werewolf pack (au) romance meme

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☽✩ the werewolf pack (au) romance meme ✩☾ There are many supernatural beings that congregate in groups for survival or protection or just for companionship, not unlike humans. Witches have covens. Vampires have nests. But none of those have connections that can compare to the bond of a werewolf pack. You should know. You're part of one, either born a werewolf or turned. For humans, blood is thicker than water; for wolves, the pack is to the bone. Of course, with humans, romantic relationships can complicate closeness of other sorts. That's not the case with werewolf pairings, as they tend to grow out of natural pack dynamics and are viewed as just another facet of life. The only difference is that werewolves tend to treat relationships, even potential would-be-mates, with extreme seriousness. After all, you'll fight for your pack, so you'll fight for your mate, won't you? ✩ how to play ✩ ☾ Comment with your character, preference, and information! ☽ Reply to others. ☾ RNG. Also, please note that while the words "alpha" et al. are used, this isn't a meme for that AU. ✩ prompts ✩ ☽ Born: Your parents were werewolves. Any children you have will be wolves, too. ☾ The Turning Process: Like any transformation, the after effects of the bite are painful. Luckily ☽ With Who Turned You: You're romantically or sexually linked to your "creator," so to speak, probably because you have nowhere else to go. They seem to treasure you, though, no matter how much they hide it. ☾ Alphas: Both of you are top of the pack. ☽ Alpha and Beta: It's a classic case of the leader and the second in command: a perfect team up. ☾ Omegas: You two find solace in each other even when you're ☽ Closer Than Family: The romantic and platonic lines are blurred. You honestly can't ☾ Outside Threat: Your pack and your loved one is threatened. What won't you do? ☽ Reluctant: You don't want to be with anyone, but it's expected and they're the closest in the pack to you... ☾ All I've Ever Known: All you've ever known is the werewolf existence, the pack, and them. Of course you would never want to lose that. ☽ Can't be Together: You two should not be considering a potential pairing, either due to your status difference or because your alpha has proclaimed there will be no inter-pack mingling. ☾ Everyone Else Was Taken: You had no other option; everyone else was paired. ☽ Protector: Every pack has an instinctive protector or nurturer. You've lucked out and ended up with them. ☾ A Natural Closeness: It doesn't matter to you what you're defined as. You've always been close and you'll stay that way. ☽ Affection: Werewolves show their love in different ways that humans. Nuzzling and licking aren't considered odd at all. ☾ Fall into Step: The two of you have your pack positions and proclivities and they're the same in your relationship. ☽ Reverse: The submissive in the pack becomes a dominant in the relationship and vice versa. ☾ Two-Man Pack: The rest of your pack is gone, and you two have to stick it out. ☽ Rogue: You were once a lone wolf, but a special person brought you into the fold. Understandably, you're attached to them. ☾ Kin but Not: "Family" doesn't mean exactly the same thing in werewolf society as it does in human. There are fewer taboos between "siblings." ☽ Disciplined: You're a rule breaker, and your partner has to reel you in. ☾ Living Straight: Neither of you wants to hurt humans...yet there's always that urge. ☽ Bad Duo: Killing people and raising hell are your specialties. You're a real supernatural Bonnie and Clyde. ☾ Unrequited: Even werewolves can have feelings that aren't returned. However, it's an even more fragile scenario, given that you must still be pack after this. ☽ Got Your Back: Together, you hunt and fight. Always together. ☾ Love Outside the Pack: You've found love outside the pack, which is the ultimate sin. Everyone who isn't pack should be your enemy! The other person in this thread can be a human, vampire, etc. ☽ Life Mates: Wolves mate for life. Needless to say, this is not something you should go into lightly. ☾ Heat: The obligatory smut option. ☽ Fight for the One: Someone wants to challenge you for your mate. There's no question as to whether or not you'll fight for them - but will you kill? ☾ Leave: One of you wants to leave the pack. Will the other come along, or are ties too strong? ☽ A Brutal End: The life of a werewolf, especially those who let sentiment cloud their judgement, can be painfully brief. ☾ WILDCARD

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Dean Winchester|Supernatural|OTA

[impala_is_my_baby]

[hunter_returns]

((So, born into the life? Was someone turned?))

[impala_is_my_baby]

[[How about someone turned? Making it fun for them to deal with it. :D]]

[hunter_returns]

((Awesome. I have a werewolf Sam journal unless you want Dean to be the one turned?))

[impala_is_my_baby]

[[Werewolf Sam! :D Go for it!]]

[wolfy_sam]

A week had passed since the hunt had gone terribly wrong on them. They'd been out hunting a new strain of werewolf - something even Bobby hadn't tracked before. Damn thing was bigger than a pony and prowling the woods near Sioux Falls. There were no corpses without their hearts, but there were deer that had been felled and mostly consumed. It didn't track, didn't make sense, but they were hunters. They had a job to do.

Until the wolf had gotten both claw and fang into Sam.

Dean had shot the damned thing - apparently even new breeds weren't immune to silver - but it was too late. Sam was bleeding profusely from the shoulder and side, skin already burning up.

They couldn't say goodbye. Not like that. Not in the dark, in the woods and Sam wasn't going to force his brother to kill him. So Dean piled his brother into the back of the Impala, frantically on the phone to Bobby, pleading for a cure, for a way to save his brother.

So Sam had spent the last week in the panic room, locked away while the change took hold, burning through his body like fire. He couldn't reach for Dean, couldn't take solace in his arms when he was still a danger. No. He had to learn how to control what he was, if they were going to find some way to make this work.

He looks up at the sound just beyond the heavy iron door. "Dean?"

[impala_is_my_baby]

This past week has been a living nightmare for Dean. Listening to Sam suffer beyond that door once again is more than he can bear. It's only Bobby that stops him from going in, and the possibility of finding a cure. But there's nothing. Nothing beyond killing Sam, and he isn't going to do that.

There's only one solution Dean can think of, and Bobby is totally against it, but he can't stand it anymore. So he downs half a bottle of liquid courage and makes his way downstairs to the iron door, pausing in front of it, hand on the handle.

It's Sam calling out his name in question, not pleading or in pain that makes up his mind for him and he pushes it open, stepping inside and closing it behind him firmly.

"Hey, Sammy. How're you holdin' up?"

[wolfy_sam]

Dean's voice was the only thing that had kept Sam together those first few nights, lost in feverish pain. Even when his first shift had come on, it was that steady voice on the other side of the heavy iron that had kept the big wolf from throwing himself against the doors in frustration.

"Jesus Dean," Sam can't help the sudden strain in his voice as he goes still, forcing himself not to move as Dean lets himself into the panic room. "Dean.. you shouldn't be here. It's not safe. I mean.. I'm not.."

And then it his brother's scent hits him with all the force of a two-by-four to the head and Sam is on his feet. He's warm and rich, smelling of sunlight and whiskey, gun oil and leather. Home.

Mate. Oh jesus his wolf thinks Dean is his mate.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Yeah, I know that," Dean says, watching Sam climb to his feet. Every hunter instinct in him is telling him this is not the place to be, but he can't change his mind now. He can't run.

He forces himself to step forward, hands clenching at his sides.

"We can't...find a cure, Sam. Can't find a way that'll change you back. So I've been thinkin'. I'm not goin' to spend the rest of our lives being worried about you, or worried that some hunter's going to track you down. It's better if you just do it, man. Just...change me. Bite me." He holds up a hand before he can argue, because that's what Sam does. "It's you'n'me, Sammy. 'Til the end of the road. Whatever it takes."

[wolfy_sam]

No. No he heard that wrong. Dean might be holding up his hand to stave off protest, but he's going to hear it all the same. "What? No. No way. Dean I can't. I can't turn you."

Dean is his anchor, what's keeping him together and he cant' even if his wolf is struggling to surge forward. Claim his mate.

"It's still you and me Dean but.. jesus. That.. I can't. I can't. I don't want to hurt you."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Yeah, see, that's the whole reason I want you to do it," Dean insists stubbornly, taking another step forward. He can't do this without his brother, and his brother being a wolf most likely means that he will be without him. "No more worryin' about you hurting me. Can't do it if I'm one too. So, you should turn me. Now."

[wolfy_sam]

Sam's expression is agonized as Dean steps in even closer. The thought of being without him, without his mate is torture and as much as he wants to argue about it - Dean is right. The only way they'll get through this is together. Their own pack.

"What.. what if I can't stop?" he whispers, still too terrified to move.

[impala_is_my_baby]

They're close enough now that Dean can reach out and grab his shirt, fingers clenching in the fabric tightly.

"You can stop, Sam. Because you're my little brother. You'll be able to stop."

Aziraphale | Good Omens

[manicuredangel]

Disciplined

[oversight]

[ When they had started all of this, it had felt so easy. With Azriraphale being so high up in the pack, having Blake around as the new guy wasn't nearly as volitile as it could have been. There must have been perks to the man's status because Blake didn't immediately get teared apart, and what tumbles he took, he took on his own.

So, it probably makes sense that things would eventually get out of control. With time passing and John gaining more and more momentum with his newfound status among the pack, it's not difficult to spiral out of control here and there. Most days he manages to curb it within acceptable levels, but in the last day or so, the impudent young man, one of the newest members of the pack, can't help himself and takes to challenging everyone.

He hasn't quite learned his place and he's a damn strong fighter, so there's more than enough change he'll get himself completely teared apart if he doesn't find a way to reel in that attitude.

By evening, having a full day without Aziraphale's presence, John's in the faces of the other members of the pack, growling through his bared teeth as he finds one reason after another to make challeges. ]

Disciplined

[manicuredangel]

[Aziraphale gets a phone call while he's out patrolling. It is a warning from the Alpha to control his whelp. The Alpha is even gracious enough to send a replacement for patrols so he can get back to the pack and manage the situation before Blake gets destroyed by older pack members.

So when he gets back and sees Blake nearly surrounded, he lets out a growl of warning. Though tempers are high, they defer to Aziraphale and let him pass through, though they complain loudly about the whelp's behavior. A sharp look is enough to quiet them down again and they start giving them space.

Aziraphale lets out a frustrated sigh and steps over to Blake, trying not to let his own temper flare.]

I hear you've been causing problems.

[oversight]

[ Blake's pacing, much like a caged wolf, and he's not all that interested in Aziraphale at first. He steps back and forth, his hand lifted to his mouth, his heart racing loud enough he can feel it pulsing through him. He knows he can only stall for so long, though, so when it's clear the other man's not going to leave him to it, Blake gestures at the lingering crowd. ]

These assholes are nothin' but trouble. They're the ones with issues, not me.

[ In the process of saying this, though, he catches a glimpse of someone making a rude gesture, and just like that he's launching himself forward, fists balled tightly at his sides.

He's probably more trouble than he's worth, let's be real. He's a bit too wild some days. ]

[manicuredangel]

[Aziraphale gets in between Blake and the others with his hand on his chest and a growl. He's not going to let him attack the other pack members while he's right there. In fact, he grabs Blake by the back of the collar to start dragging him away.]

We're going to talk some place more private.

[oversight]

[ While he might be impudent, he's not entirely interested in disobeying every command. Especially when it's coming from Aziraphale. So, he huffs out a grunting noise but deep in his gut and lets himself get dragged out of the room. ]

You're just gonna take their side? [ Of course he's going to yap the whole way. ] Listen, those pricks are blowin' this shit way outta proportion!

[manicuredangel]

[He takes Blake to his private room and shoves him inside. He isn't gentle by any means, but he isn't nearly as rough as he could be. The truth is he's only heard one side of the story and he intends to hear Blake out before giving him too hard a time. He folds his arms over his chest.]

Then tell me what happened.

[oversight]

[ Blake doesn't much like being cornered, but when it's Aziraphale doing the cornering, there's really no escape. He paces back and forth, every bit the image of a caged animal, and gestures wildly as he talks. ]

The guy lost, fair an' square! He challenged me, he lost. [ John's got no regard for the hierarchy within the pack, save for the expectant man he's current sharing the room with. ]

If people weren't so fuckin' shitty 'bout everything, this wouldn't be an issue.

[ He huffs. ] But no, he's gotta make a big deal outta all this like some sorta dickbag. All 'cause he can't takin' losin', which he oughta be able to handle considerin' he's such a loser!

[ There's no way he's hoping the guy hears. Nope, no way that's his intention behind being so fired up. And loud. ]

[manicuredangel]

[For the most part Aziraphale gives him space, even if he is standing between him and the door. He watches him pace, only his eyes moving, and listens to him. The volume is rather unnecessary as far as he's concerned. After it seems Blake is finished he unfolds his arms and slides a hand into an inner pocket to pull out his old carved pipe.]

He challenged you and you bested him. You do recall that you're just a pup, I hope. [It wasn't meant as a challenge, just as a reminder that he was still fresh in the pack.]

[His voice is soft and gentle like it so often is.] My dear, making a scene like that is generally frowned upon. It looks bad for you and it especially looks bad for me as I am the one who brought you into this life. You must pick and choose your battles carefully. Our pack is supposed to support us and they are less likely to do so if you respond like that.

I suppose we're lucky you're my pup and not someone else's. My position affords us some leeway and I am not as harsh a master as many.

[oversight]

[ Yes, this had been something he'd asked for, but that doesn't mean John wants to be ruled. He doesn't feel its necessary to live by the word of the everyone between him and Aziraphale because, rightfully, there's is no one between them. Pack hierarchy doesn't make nearly the sense to Blake as everyone else, apparently. ]

That guy was lookin' for trouble, not me. [ Blake's just good at finding it. ] And where's that— Where's the support right now? So much for that.

It's only 'cause I'm inconvenient that this is even an issue. Not my fault most of these guys don't know they're already bested.

[ He's a cocky little shit, but he'd take on any of them to back up that attitude. ]

[manicuredangel]

[There have been many times Aziraphale has toyed with the idea of leaving the pack with Blake to start his own, but that is an incredibly dangerous prospect that would likely find both of them dead at the pack's feet. So he works hard to maintain their positions in the pack to keep them alive and healthy. Blake is certainly good at making that a challenge.

But there was one thing he can do to alleviate the tensions and he already has permission for it.]

It wouldn't hurt to be a bit more humble, dear. No matter... We've been given permission to move out of pack housing and into our own home provided we stay together.

[oversight]

[ It's a bit hard to grumble at that, but Blake manages to somehow do it. He's honestly thankful to have someone, especially someone with a light touch, but there's so much brewing in him than a desire to heel and little else. ]

And the next time? Just let the people do whatever? Think what they want?

[ He's not weak or second to any of them, save the man he's standing with at the moment. ]