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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?

✩ how to play ✩

☾ 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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Bucky wouldn't be all that surprised if this was actually true. "Seriously?" He stares at him a little skeptical.

"Now that i know you make amazing burgers, you'll be the first person i ask to make them if you're down for that." He takes a bite and chews slowly, taking his time because this is one of the best burgers he's had in awhile. It's almost like heaven with each bite he takes.

"Where has your cooking been all my life? Seriously, you could open a burger place with how good these are."

He flushes a little at the praise, ankles crossing where they rest up against the cabinet door. "Yeah? Maybe I'll retire and do just that."

Clint's please though, he likes to feed his pack when he can, even if it's just buying pizza or dragging them all out to some local diner.

He finishes his in a few more bites, licking the grease from his fingers, he doesn't share the same sort of patience for savoring.

"What would you name it if you did?" Somehow, it was hard to believe Clint ever retiring.

It takes him a few minutes for him to finish, licking the remnants from his lips and his fingers. Setting his plate down behind him and he reaches for his glass, drinking it all in pretty much one go. He pushes off the counter, grabbing his dishes to go ahead and wash them. It's the least he can since Clint cooked the fantastic meal, he holds out his hand to take his too.

He probably never will, but he thinks about it a lot; he's not as strong as the others, not as fast or brilliant. It would be easy for him to be the first to step down.

Clint rolls his eyes up, scratching at his chin, the plate in his hand offered out to Bucky to drop in the dishwasher as well.

"Dunno, probably after myself-- I'm that kinda guy." He flashes a quick grin again and slides down off the counter, barefeet against cool tile. He passes Bucky to go wrap up the left overs, rubbing up against him on the way-- more of a friendly gesture because the contact is nice, that and he likes his scent.

He's still as important as any of them, almost like the pack mom. He may not be on par with the rest of the pack but he holds his own and his presence is the most comforting.

Bucky takes Clint's plate, rinsing it off before sticking it in the dishwasher with everything else that wasn't hand wash only.

"Not all that surprised you'd say that, I vote Hawkguy's. Cause if you say of fast enough it sounds like 'hot guys'." Really Barnes, that sounds really really stupid. He smiles either way, tilting his head back after Clint rubs up against him. He's feeling a cuddle session is in order after this.

"Oh man if that joint's going to be known as the 'hotguys' place, I'd better employ the rest of you." Clint closes the fridge after putting away the food.

"And maybe get a few more of these." He gestures before pulling the string on the novelty apron, pulling it off hang up on a hook where a few other silly aprons hung. They were probably all his idea.

"Even if they don't work."

"This sounds like it would make it one those food programs on 'must eat' places." He tried his best impression of an announcer voice as he dried his hands with a towel. "Want great burgers and be served by the most attractive people in the country, come to Hotguys." he can't help but laugh afterwards.

He'd be down with wearing one of those aprons and some uniform as long as it was comfortable. He leans up against the counter again, his palms resting on the cool marble.

"HotGuys burgers, home of the best buns in New York." He stifles his own amused laughter in the crook of his elbow, eyes bright when they turn to him.

"Stop me from making a meat joke." He wipes at his eyes and moves past him again, this time fingers move out to catch the front of his shirt for a little tug.

"Come watch a movie with me or something."

"I really like that. Quite catchy." A wide grin on his face in agreement.

"But what if i really want to hear this meat joke?" He gives a playful pout as he crosses his arms, trying his best to keep up the act.

"Cuddle pile included?" Bucky just wants the contact and there's a probability he might fall asleep, full stomachs from great food makes one sleepy. That is if the movie or other plans don't actively keep his interest.

"It's not a good meat joke." He grins, tone light from the good mood the little laugh put him in.

He doesn't keep his hold on Bucky's shirt, just enough of a tug to get him moving so they can go settle in the den and Clint can put a movie on.

"I don't think two make a pile, but the others might be back soon." Good thing Clint's good at sharing, otherwise he'd be a little disappointed having to turn Bucky over to the attention of the rest of their pack. It doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy the little one on one time they get together.

Top Gun ends up in the DVD player and Clint ends up on the couch with him.

"Doesn't have to be good cause i still want hear it." Any meat jokes are good jokes or at least ones he'll groan and just shake his head at.

He pushes himself off the counter, following behind Clint as he leads the way to the den. Plopping himself down on the couch, a spot close to the middle but leaving enough room for if Clint sat next to him, he could push Clint over to lay on him or vice versa.

"Point. If they want to join in the cuddle pile that was a party of two, then they can but for now, you get most of it." Once you get him out of the garage and content on relaxing, anyone close by gets brought into instant affection if he's comfortable around them.

Oh sweet, not a bad choice on a movie. As soon as Clint sits down, Bucky leans over to rub his face on his shoulder in typical wolf fashion.

He gravitates towards the middle as well where the cushions sink in comfortably, side pressed against Bucky's own and he can't help but turn his head to the side to bury his nose into the other man's still damp hair.

Clint still smells like grill smoke, a little like coffee beneath that, and a bit like fresh cut grass and wood oil from the archery range.

It's easy to get in close, to shift just right and tangle his limbs with Bucky's own-- he's pliable enough, and enjoys the contact.

He presses his nose into the crook of his neck, drinking in his scent with a content hum. Before he feels Clint shift around to tangle their limbs together, its a comfortable position to be in.

Buck would smell of Old Spice shampoo, the remnants of oil and leather, gunpowder and faint rubber from the gym mats in the training room.

He lifts his head to watch at least a little bit of a really young Tom Cruise on the screen. Letting it rest on Clint's shoulder for a few minutes before he's distracted and gently runs his fingers along the veins on Clint's arms.

Clint is nearly boneless in minutes, a too easy sprawl of limbs and low rumble of pleasure that builds up in his chest.

He takes comfort in his pack mate's scent, and the heat of the body pressed against his, trying to familiarize himself with every bit of it. His eyes close for a moment, before cracking open again as fingers draw up along his forearms, and he turns his head just enough to nuzzle against the other male's temple.

Okay, so this might be his favorite thing.

If the pack was to walk in at this moment, they wouldn't be able to differentiate what limb belonged to whom.

Bucky might have to make a cuddle session a part of his routine when the pack is out and about. He could get used to how homely Clint smells, almost wishing that the pack doesn't interrupt this moment of comfort. Clint's skin is so soft to the touch the more he follows the veins up his arm and back down to his palm. Watching the movie in his periph, keeping his attention mostly on Clint and less on Tom Cruise.

Clint has to stop being so distractingly perfect or he's going to end up falling for him. He radiates a level of comfort that is on par with Steve's and they're the only two he feels this comfortable enough to drop his guard around.

His fingers twitch every time warm fingertips reach his palm, the simple touch is amazingly soothing, and he didn't even realize how much stress and tension he held until it was gone.

Clint's breath escapes, puffing warm against Bucky's neck where he's finally tucked his head.

"Hey Buck?" He barely speaks the words, but his lips move against the other man's skin.

This was a method Steve and him used to use once upon a time, some habits are just a little harder to break when they work so well. Clint's the second ever person he's done this to and it worked best after a fight or a particularly stressful day.

Clint's breath against his skin sends a shiver through him. Tilting his head a little, just enough to show that his attention is on him. Running his fingertips in little spirals and circular motions now.

"Hmmm?" He makes a little noise in acknowledgement.

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"It gonna be weird if I kiss you?" His lips turn up into a little smirk, and it's hard to prep himself for a reaction, not when he's gone practically boneless under Bucky's soothing touch. He's pretty sure his brain has shorted out a bit too.

His shifts around so hand stops as he brings it up to Clint's cheek, running his thumb gently across and down to brush over his lips. He doesn't answer his question, figuring this is a good enough answer to it.

Dropping his hand as he goes in for a slow and gentle kiss.

His knees would probably go a little weak if he wasn't already sitting, and Clint's not exactly use to the gentle approach, in fact Bucky's sweeter to him than most people usually are-- he kinda enjoys it, if he's honest with himself.

He tries to respond back in kind, a soft press of lips, though he's not exactly shy-- but the touches have him lethargic, his stomach warm in the 'good fuzzy' sort of way and he already knows he's in trouble.

The kiss hasn't quite broke before he's grinning against Bucky's mouth, his pleasure humming up in a low rumble from his chest as he reaches to slide his fingers into his packmates dark hair.

He tries to be more gentle than how he used to be when he was alone for so long, not wanting anyone close and keeping them at a distance. Clint just makes it easy to be so gentle and open with.

The kiss is warm and he can taste the faint tones of the burgers they ate earlier. His pulse sped up in the moment where time felt like it stopped.

"Happy?" He breaks away with a smile, laying his hand on Clint's chest. Feeling the need to nuzzle into his neck before wanting to kiss him again. He knows he's going to melt into the feeling of his fingers in his hair, it's kind of a weakness for him. Almost completely forgetting that Top Gun was still playing on the television.

"Alot better, now, thanks." It comes out a little dazed, his knees shifting until he draws them up onto the couch with him, twisting his body a little so they can fit more comfortably together.

Bucky's hair is soft under his fingers, still damp from his shower and he finger combs it back against his nape before settling in to rub absently.

He lets out a pleasant hum at Clint's answer, drawing up his hand from it's spot on his chest and lightly placing it around the front of his neck, feeling his pulse against his thumb. Eyeing at his lips again, debating if he should kiss him again.

Moving slightly to get back into a comfortable position. Clint's body heat mixed with the gentle rub of his thumb makes him want to push Clint over and drape himself across his chest. He's definitely feeling the fuzziness of a nap coming on.

He's kinda leaning that way, and the couch is wide enough they could probably curl together without anyone falling off. But Clint's pretty good at figuring out how to squeeze himself into tight yet comfortable spots.

And he's not quite as good at resisting the second kiss, but it's softer, a quick press of lips along Bucky's lower one, just to open the invitation to more-- if he wants. Though every time he does, it makes his pulse jump from the little thrill of it.

"Come'ere." He gives him a gentle tug to get an arm more firmly around him, shifting along the cushions so they can lay down.

He returns the kiss with a series of slow ones till he's had his fill, at least for the moment. Each of them soft and with a sense of need, sneaking in tongue when he wanted. Breaking when Clint tugs him forward and they try to situate themselves into a new position on the couch.

It's a little bit of a tight squeeze for them both to fit but they manage, he's laying on his side with his back towards the television while he drapes his arm across Clint's chest, tangling their legs together. Gently nuzzling his shoulder as he tunes out the movie playing behind him and heedfully listens to the pleasant beating of Clint's heart.

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