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the werewolf pack (au) romance meme

☽✩ 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?

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☾ Comment with your character, preference, and information!
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☾ 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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[more interested in relationship dynamics than smut. M/F for romance but would enjoy gen with guy friends/bromance too. Mostly interested in: outside threat, reluctant/everyone else was taken, natural closeness, affection, Steve as protector and/or got your back. No heat options please. Steve is alpha or loner, post-CW flavor unless otherwise requested, cross-canon/medium friendly. Feel free to hit me up with a PM if there are any questions or ideas you're not sure about.]

[Maybe they got captured and/or turned together and are dealing with that as they're on the run trying to carve out a new life? I can AU her into a SHIELD agent since some of the goals are similar to that of the Warehouse. I'm fine with post-CW.]

[I'm game. Throw out something for me and we'll see where it goes]

Claudia's life had been full of the strange and sometimes the frightening, but she had never expected to end up as one of the monsters herself. Then she'd been taken. Bitten. She wasn't entirely sure how long ago it had been, because the days and nights blurred together, feverish with the Change, and then with the pain of being forced from one form to another without rest in an attempt to break her. She hadn't been the only one he'd done that to, the shadowy figure that only called himself the Alpha, but that was part of what had gotten her free.

That man had miscalculated, and the combination of a super-soldier and a self-proclaimed tech-goddess had managed to find enough holes in their situation to break free. They'd tried to take the others with them, but most were too far gone to be trusted. The few that did soon left to try to reconnect with the lives they'd been snatched from. But she knew she couldn't go back, not like this. Not until she knew she wasn't going to hurt anyone, until it was under control.

It was a hard life, trying to stay under the radar and away from territory claimed by other packs, but at least she had Steve. She knew it was mostly that they were both in similar situations, that calling in would mean just a different cage, that kept them together. But two were better than one, and it just worked, at least for now. She'd survived the streets as a teenager, before she'd found what she'd thought was her calling, and now, she could just do it again.

"If we can make it to the Rockies, there's places where people don't really go. Hunting, fish, food like that. Away from trouble," she said, although she doubted that would really be possible. Part of her wanted to head for Univille, South Dakota and Leena's, but that would put the people she loved in danger. "Someplace where nobody will be around with the moon calls."

If his senses were heightened before, they're screaming now thanks to the extra additive in his blood stream and while he can usually keep it down to a minimum, sometimes its' more of a fight than others. Claudia's helped with that though. Just by simply being a constant, a familiar, and when the others split off to head back to what might be left of their lives, Steve had been glad she'd stayed. The 'Alpha' was dead, the operation wrecked and Steve had sent the position to people he trusted to clean it up but - he could stay, couldn't be there when anyone arrived. Not until he was sure he was under control all the time. Not until he'd figured out exactly what he was now. So he paces along next to her, automatically shortening his strides so she doesn't have to try to keep up, backpack over one shoulder, chewing on the jerky they'd gotten from the last gas station they'd passed on the old, run down Route they were vaguely using to keep them on course. In the shadows of the lengthening evening his eyes had a tendency to glint blue light.

He was glad she liked to talk. Her voice was a relief to be able to focus in on.

"Aren't a lot of computers in the wild," he drawled it slow so she'd realize he was teasing, just a little, dry. Lifting his head from where he'd been watching her as she talked though, he scanned the road in front of them, the trees on either side. If he let himself he thought he'd be able to smell every drop of oil and diesel that had ever been spilled on the aged asphalt. "But a cabin in the woods might be a good place to go, at least for a little bit."

He hadn't given up on returning to his life, his duty and soon. There were still things he needed to do, that he needed to be available for. It chafed, being leashed away from them by the monster in his blood. So he was intent on conquering that monster because - he was pretty sure that monster was a part of who he was now. Still a kid from Brooklyn. Still a good man. Somehow.

"Didn't the store clerk say there was a bar up ahead a few more miles? If they'll let me use the phone maybe I can get something working." Not with Tony. Or with Nat. But... there was one man on their team that knew what having a monster in your blood was and Steve thought - he thought he could get ahold of him. Hoped he could. A 'biker bar'? sounded as good a place to start trying as any.

It wasn't hard to fall into a loping stride beside Steve when he slowed up a little. Exercise certainly helped with keeping the beast under wraps, but there were other parts, well, it was a good thing to have another person with her. Claudia was grateful that the kid from Brooklyn wasn't dead, at least. It gave her hope.

"You'd be surprised," she said, chuckling a little. "There's more power in most people's pockets than landed a man on the moon. And by landing, I mean starting with the entire launch pattern. The actual lander had less brains than a wristwatch."

Wasn't a big thing, although he had missed the actual event, stuck in the ice. Everyone knew that about Captain America, but she was getting used to him as just Steve. Just a guy she had shared one of the worst moments of her life with. She couldn't have held on as long as she had without some kind of support.

"We can try, but pay phones are pretty rare. Unless you're in a cellular dead zone, which isn't along most highways." This one wasn't in a lot of use, though. A couple trucks had passed by during the day, with them both ducking into cover rather than attract notice, but by her best guess, most of the scents of the road were old.

"You think you can keep your head down?" She didn't want him trying to defend her or anyone else at the risk of raising hackles. "Maybe I can borrow us a ride."

He'd missed that. The moon landing. How he would have loved to have been there to see that. There was a lot he'd slept through he was - relieved to have slept through in a way. A lot of history he hadn't been a part of and, in a selfish way, he was glad about that. America... had done a lot of things since he'd gone under the ice and he wasn't anymore proud of some of it was than most people were, he thought. But - he'd missed out on some pretty amazing things too.

He thought he would have liked the way America had felt, the energy in the streets and behind people's eyes, when the moon launch had happened.

"They'll probably still have a landline." He points it out because as much as everyone seems glued to their cell phones in this day and age, he's noticed that most businesses at least, especially out this far, still have landlines they're willing to share. He frowns a little at her question though, about to protest that he's not going to be a problem before it snaps him that he's still Captain America, especially in the heartlands of America, and people are a lot less likely to miss that out here in the country than they seem to be in the city where everyone's taught themselves to look away and not notice. He huffs a sound and runs a hand over his jaw, still getting used to the beard that started growing while he was in captivity. In the city it was amazing what a baseball hat and sunglasses could let him hide. Out here? Maybe the beard and hat would be enough. Maybe not but a few handshakes and pictures shouldn't do too much damage. They'd be long gone before anyone that mattered could track them to that spot. If they are recognized though - it makes borrowing a bike much more difficult. He's aware his reputation needs some upkeep.

"While I'm not opposed to - borrowing a ride, I'd rather not go that route if we're recognized." A frown and a glance at the sky. He doesn't like doing it but - "I'll go wolf." He'd got some control while he's in that form. It's thin and he doesn't like how slippery it is but - "But the sooner that call gets made the better. If I give you the number and the phrase to leave on the answering machine, think you can do that before you lift the bike or will that be too much attention?"

"Probably," Claudia said, thinking about how slippery that could be. "And yes, I can hotwire a motorcycle easily. Most of them don't have the same degree of safeguards as modern cars, but I would still want an older model regardless."

She glanced at him, at the beard, and the more furtive way he'd taken to moving in their time together. It was hard to take in, because he wasn't the confidant soldier most of the time lately. Claudia didn't know how much of that had been putting on a good front, because he honestly was a good guy, through and through. The suggestion she handle it, though, that probably wouldn't be a good thing, either.

"I'm not saying you're recognizable, but you have this...way. You see something you don't like, especially when it involves someone getting picked on or a lady seeming to be taken advantage of, and you're not the most rational guy about it. On the other hand, I know if I had you call my boss to pass a message, when they followed through, you'd be as much a target as anyone chasing us," she admitted. It wouldn't be good if they just acquired another set of people out to cage one or both of them. "And you can't be Captain America in there, because a selfie has GPS location data. A two-hundred plus wolf is going to be just as noticeable, by the by."

She wanted to call in, to get help, but...there were a lot of reasons to lay low, too. Claudia also knew that if Steve or she ended up in a brawl, the other would join in, and sweeping the floor with an entire biker bar full of patrons would draw attention as quickly as a Cap sighting. It'd be better if it were another truck stop, or even better, one of those places that had the ginormous steaks that are free if you finish them in a certain amount of time.

It took more effort than she wanted to admit not to run her own fingertips along the line of his beard, to lean in and take comfort in the fact that she had such a strong guy with her, helping her. Stupid caveman instincts, really, but the wolf in her liked it, too. The number of times they'd ended up curled together in that form for warmth and protection while they slept was something she'd really lost count of, and she wished it were more sometimes.

"We should both go in. You make the call, I can...mingle a little. If I play it right, nobody's going to be looking at my face or yours." A little shifting around of clothing would see to that. Breasts were breasts, and men were men. As long as Steve didn't get all protective or growly.

[ Interested in having him a born werewolf either a beta or omega, alpha if he's the winter soldier, any other prompt is welcome. M/F and M/M for romances. Cw spoilers are okay. Pm me if there are any other ideas you'd like to do.]

[relationships, not smut, because idk how to write smut. With Who Turned You, Can't Be Together, or Love Outside the Pack, but can do other options, too.]

[I haven't seen CW yet, but idc about spoilers. F/M for anything shippy/smutty. Would prefer her having been turned (by the Red Room?). Preferred scenarios include: Alpha and Beta, Protector, Rogue, Life Mates, Heat, or Wildcard. Prefer Natasha being the Beta and can be either or as Rogue.]

( Info. He'll stay a faerie for this, but he can shapeshift; we could go with him still being able to magically infect/curse people. We could also go a sci-fi route of unstable DNA or w/e we need to be necessary. )

Diplomacy was always an issue when you entered the territory of another pack, whether you were alone, or as an envoy from your own. After the incident in New Orleans that had left him all but dead, Aiden had been sent away from the city.

Loaned to another pack as sort of an exchange system since he had been in the process of petitioning to leave anyway given the volatile nature of the city itself and the fact he was looking for a safer place for his younger brother.

In return their pack received some new blood, something sorely needed given the nature of their altercation with the Guerrera and the vampires. Settling in though took more time than he would have liked, not to mention the whole issue of working his way up through the pack structure.

But it was for his brother.

And it didn't hurt the Alcide kind of reminded him of Jack in ways he was trying not to think about.

[This sounds super interesting, I love the idea of Karasuno as a werewolf pack instead of a volleyball team. But I'm open to outsiders/cross-canon too.]

[wifeless]

[ Probably an alpha lol ]

[ Would love to play out him returning to Steve as a dynamic and them rebuilding their pack, and also finding their groove again, okay with assumed CR as well as building up to things. ]

( Universe-hopping werewolf, anyone? )

[AU where Henry never stopped being raised by wolves, clearly. Of course im open to AUing it further! I like playing affection, a hunt, and found families.]

[It was early morning, the sun had barely gone up, but Yukimura was already up and moving. No point in wasting daytime and some of the other members of the pack could take time to wake. The young alpha walked up to their strangest pack member, the human that the previous alpha had brought into the pack. After their former leader had died, Yukimura had proven his skill and strength and taken over leadership of the pack and decided that Henry could stay. Why would he not allow that when Henry already had been part of the pack for so long?

Nuzzling the human, then licking him across the face, Yukimura ultimately shifted to his human shape to shake the other awake. The morning air were cold against his bare skin now that he did not have any fur to protect him. Well a bit of cold would not kill him.]

Henry, up with you. Time to hunt for breakfast.

[Mama had died a while back, but Henry wasn't alone: no, she had a whole family of wolves that were happy to take them in. At least Henry thought so, since they were happy to join, and they were glad that the new leader didn't want to abandon them either.

Henry was always slow to wake in the morning and took a little time to get the blood pumping, so they just mumbled a little when Yukimura licked their face.]

Mmph, 'm up...

[Rolling over, Henry stuck an arm out from the sleeping bag to wipe at their face. The fresh, cold air of morning usually worked pretty well at waking them up. Since they were a human, they couldn't shift to a more fuzzy form, and had to make do with clothes. After getting up fully, if still sleepy, Henry yawns.]

What were you thinking for?

[At times Yukimura worried that clothes would not be enough for their human member. Perhaps it would be for the best to turn him, then things like clothes and his place in the pack would not be an issue. However he would not turn him unless Henry wanted him to. He might be a wolf, but he still had standards.

Watching the human pull himself awake always looked so amusing and Yukimura chuckled softly.]

I can smell deer in the air and the wind are in our favour so I were thinking that would be good.

[Unconsciously Yukimura licked his mouth. Deer sounded good and it had been a while since they had any. They could be fast so they had to be smart about it. It should be an interesting morning hunt.]

[Henry had gathered a good few layers, so as long as they packed light they could keep up with the rest of the pack. Speaking of which...]

Oooh venison, huh? Sure be able to get our fill with that!

[And Henry was skilled at smoking and drying meat for later consumption, something wolves rarely bothered with.]

So what do you think, a track 'n' trek?

[But they both shared persistence hunting as a species. Sometimes the pack employed stealth when necessary but otherwise just outlasted their prey before striking.]

[They did not bother with it since it made the meat taste funny. Well it had served them well in the past when a hunt had gone sour that Henry did have some extra food. Starving had never been a real issue for the pack.]

Track, observe, attack.

[They didn't needed a more complex plan. They found their prey and they waited for a good moment to attack. Simple.

A cold gust of wind blew by and Yukimura shivered. It wasn't really time yet to be good weather to be furless and he shifted back to his much warmer wolf shape. Even as a wolf his fur held a blue tone to it like his hair did when in human shape.]

Get ready. We will move out soon.

[Henry stretched, starting to pack away their things as Yukimura shifted back.]

Sounds good!

[Being part of a wolf pack, Henry kept things light; their sleeping bag, some clothes, a couple books, tools. With the size of their territory, Henry couldn't keep more on them than what they could carry. They did keep caches of more specialized gear in places, bound up in tarps, like their winter clothes, but otherwise their possessions went on their back.

For the morning hunt Henry only kept their knife out, laying it on the ground as they finished dressing. Seeing a hole in a sock, they shifting their gear so the sewing kit was near the top. They'd fix it after eating.]

Jace didn't frighten easily. He was the one everyone claimed was always running into things, looking for death, in love with the idea of dying. But the truth was he was afraid of some things. Dying hadn't been one of them until now. Now that Alec was a Vampire like Simon and was immortal.

The bite had been painless until he realized it had happened. An unconscious act resulting from weeks of racing thoughts about death and immortality. He had begged Alec to stay and so Alec had stayed. And now he couldn't get it out of his that one day he would grow old and die and leave Alec and Simon. The three of them were closer now than ever before, but he also the beating of time in his chest.

Maybe he had been crazy to think such stupid things before. It was too late now. He would either change or die. Become a wolf or leave Alec forever.

Jace woke with his heart racing, eyes wide and sweat making his hair stick to his neck and face. He couldn't remember much, mostly excruciating pain and then emotions so strong they made him feel dizzy still. It was like that with the first full moon, Luke had warned him, but he still dreamed about it. Part of the dream as a human, the other as a wolf.

"Alec?"

The decision to let Simon turn him had been easy. Alec knew that if he died, Jace would follow him into the next life. It wasn't because Jace courted death like most Shadowhunters claimed. It was because he wouldn't be able to continue if his parabatai was gone. Jace loved so strongly and deeply that he would have been shattered if Alec died. That hadn't been the only reason but it'd been what had influenced his choice. He wanted to live and he knew that his death would destroy those who cared about him.

Simon had become part of that decision. Not only because he had changed Alec but because of the feelings that had devloped between them. Those feelings should have warned him that Jace would do something crazy. He always leaped into danger without considering consequences if he thought his actions would help the ones he loved. Somehow, Jace had thought that becoming a Downworlder would help them both.

Alec had raged over it during the days that led up to the full moon. Then he'd refused to leave Jace's side, needing every moment with his lover in case the worst happened. After so much panic and terror, the transformation had almost been anticlimactic. There'd been pain and fear and then Jace had recognized him. After that Jace-wolf had acted like human-Jace except with more slobber and tail wagging.

Alec kept him company throughout the night until Jace fell into an exhausted sleep. He curled up with his boyfriend, arm draped over his middle, muzzily nuzzling Jace's neck occasionally. "Mmm? Sleep. 'S still early."

Jace did still feel exhausted. But there was also a strange lingering undercurrent of heightened emotions and senses and the change just under the surface that kept his eyes open instead of drifting off again. He could feel the weight of Alec's arm and the very distinct differences in their body temperatures, more noticeable now that he felt like a furnace. But more importantly he could smell Alec. Not like before. This was also different. He could pick out specific scents. Vampire. Soap. Himself. And something deeper which he couldn't find a name for even with his face pressed into Alec's neck, breathing him in.

He hadn't even noticed he'd moved, so caught up in the smell and feel of his lover.

My lover.

Jace growled low in his throat and nuzzled his lips and nose into all the sensitive spaces he loved. This was Alec. Only stronger. More intense. All of his emotions for Alec turning to liquid heat in his veins.

"Alec."

Lazing in that place that was almost sleep, Alec began to drift off when he noticed that Jace was becoming more aware. It was something he might not have noticed when he was a Shadowhunter but now he sensed the subtle changes as Jace began to wake. Muttering softly, he snuggled closer, tried not to be too pleased by how warm Jace was now. There was always a faint chill that lingered on his skin except when he was curled up with his boyfriend.

Letting out a sigh, he caught the faint scent that lingered in Jace's hair. He was human but there was still a trace of the wolf lingering on him. Alec assumed it would fade since he rarely noticed Luke having that same wildness around him.

Biting his lip, he tried not to moan when he heard Jace's growl. It should have set off some instinct to be wary but instead it made need shiver along his spine. Gasping when Jace started nuzzling his neck, he tangled his hand in soft, blond hair. "Jace..." For a moment he couldn't find any words as he tipped his head back to let his lover tease his neck. Closing his eyes, he forced himself to focus on his boyfriend instead of how much he wanted Jace. "You're all here now?"

Jace moaned against Alec's skin, loving the way he threaded his fingers into his hair, and loving even more the way Alec exposed his neck to him. It was surprising how turned on that simple gesture was for him. He parted his lips and gently bit down before sucking and then licking a path to a new spot, repeating the bite with a growl. Alec smelled so good, tasted even better.

He was so caught up in the overwhelming wave of emotion that seemed to pass through him, causing goosebumps to spring up over his skin, he barely registered Alec's question.

"Here." And he nibbled another spot along Alec's neck, slowly moving down to his shoulder.

Baring my throat to a wolf. The thought should have been frightening but it was Jace. Whatever form he wore, he'd never hurt Alec. There was no danger, but Alec had the feeling that it was a sign of trust that Jace's wolf side would recognize. Just like Alec's vampire nature saw it in the same way, something intimate and more seductive than he'd ever expected.

Electricity ran along his nerves as Jace marked his neck. Arching and gasping, he tugged at Jace's hair, urging him to bite him again. He wrapped an arm around his lover's waist, pulling him closer so he could rock his hips against Jace's.

"Good. Wanted to be sure you were back." Now that Jace had answered, he knew Jace was there in the ways that mattered. The wolf was still there, a wildness clinging to Jace's skin that Alec wanted to taste before it faded completely.

The physical messages were quite clear. Jace could smell them. The way Alec tugged his hair, arched up against, rocked his hips were responses to the scent he pulled in through his nose and tasted against his tongue. Even for a Vampire there were signs. They raced along his skin, pumped heat through his veins, made his growl deeper. He rocked against Alec, spreading his legs and squeezing Alec's hips between his thighs, and bit down on the hard muscle between Alec's neck and shoulder.

There was a primal desire burning him from the inside out, but the hottest pint was his chest. His heart pounding hard with emotions for Alec. Love that ran deep and true and made him ache from head to toe and had him skirting the edge of change he didn't want. Not now. Not like this. He wanted Alec, not to be running through the forest on full instinct.

"I need you. I want you." He gasped out, trying to manage some sort of control while he craved more taste, more scent, more friction.

Sometimes he wondered how much of this was because he was a vampire and how much of it was because he was in love with Jace. Each touch sent pleasure dancing along his skin. Each breath against his neck causing him to gasp despite not needing oxygen. He forced himself to let go of his lover's hair, afraid he'd pull too hard, fingers moving restlessly along Jace's back, tracing the patterns of runes that had faded after the change.

He could hear the way Jace's heart raced. Knew that if he pressed his lips to his pulse he could feel the rush of blood just beneath the skin. His mouth ached for a moment and he thought he'd end up with fangs before he managed to regain his control. Jace wouldn't mind being bitten but that wasn't what Alec wanted now. He wanted to kiss and touch and taste without worrying that he might accidentally cut his boyfriend with the points of his fangs.

Letting out a low whimper at that bite, almost wished that Jace had bit him harder, hard enough that it'd leave a mark. He couldn't stay still, moving against Jace while tracing the patterns he'd memorized years ago. Heat spilled along his skin, aching in his chest as he bucked beneath his lover.

It had to be an illusion. Alec knew that he couldn't be warm but he felt like he was feverish. It had to be emotion making him feel like every place they touched was like sunlight had once felt against his skin. Love was what was causing his chest to ache like he needed to catch his breath and his fangs to make an appearance.

Looking up at his lover, Alec panted softly, trying to see if Jace really was aware of his surroundings. Even if Jace said he was with him, Alec knew the wolf was close to the surface. He could feel it thrumming along Jace's skin, catch the hint of night shrouded forests in his scent. "I need you too." Grinning he caught Jace by the hips and rolled him over, nuzzling his neck before pulling away to meet his gaze. "What do you want, Jace?"

"You." Instant and honest, deeply felt in the way he said the word because that's what Jace truly wanted more than anything in the world. Alec. He had always wanted Alec. His best friend. His parabatai. Now his partner in everything else. They had been Shadowhunters and now they were Downworlders. The promise they had made hadn't been broken, just changed names.

And as he said the word he wrapped his legs around Alec and pulled him into a kiss. "Like this." Biting his bottom lip. "You." Feeling the tidal wave threatening to crash over and pull him under ebb a little. He still felt feverish, liquid love and lust mixed together and rushing through his veins, but the fear he would change was soothed by Alec. "I need you, Alec."

And then the next moment he found himself pressing teeth and lips and nose into Alec's neck again, breathing him in with a low growl, nipping and tasting his lover.

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