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Let's howl at that moon

☽✩ 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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Not happening.

[He digs into his stance, letting his arms hang at his sides in preparation for movement. Meeting her in a way that demands eye contact. This is pure alpha posturing, no doubt.]

That's a neat trick you just pulled but it's no matter. You crossed into Shaw territory, and were taken as a Shaw prisoner. Like hell I'm just letting you waltz away.

[He was frustrating her, and that frustration was building into a growl, one that had her hunching her shoulders up and deciding to go with her instincts. Those instincts had her leaping at him, opting to go with ignoring words for actions, since her words weren't getting through that thick, alpha wall he'd put up.]

You're not keeping me!

[It came out as a snarling growl, Jessica about done with having her life controlled by others.]

[He didn't answer her with words but snarled back, noise rising to a challenging roar. His eyes shifted to something more yellow but other than that his body remained human. A controlled transformation despite the heightened emotions, drawing on his wolf's strength while remaining human in form.

He caught her firmly by both arms just above her elbows and tried shoving her back in the direction of the cage.]

[Jessica had no intention of going back in the cage, and a little of that panic was showing through as her teeth started to elongate, claws lengthening as she moved put her arms on his chest and shove. Hard.]

[He's not expecting that kind of strength, despite her show with the cage before. Suppose he half took that as a fluke.

He curls his fingers like he's bearing claws, even though his own fingers remain untransformed. He speaks in a roar.]

What are you?

Not yours. Not anyone's!

[There's an almost pained desperation in that outburst, Jessica moving sideways to try to get past him, try to get around him to the door, but at this point, she might just go through a wall if she can.]

I told you. I'm not interested in you. I don't want to hurt you. Just get the fuck out of my way.

[She's trying to keep the rippling shiver of an impending transformation at bay, snarling at him as pain comes in little twinges, settling as she fights to get a hold of herself. He might hear her muttering street names under her breath.]

[She's losing it. He can tell that much. He feels more confusion than he does sympathy. Empathy has never been much in his nature, having been raised to think of it as weakness.

More even than that he feels that with her on the verge of losing control is a good place for him to make his move.]

Like I said, it's not happening!

[He bends forward slightly at the waist as the discomfort of the change takes over him, muscles rippling and fur breaking out across his skin. His shirt rips, bare feet twisting into clawed toes. His fur is black as his hair was and his face elongates, growing a muzzle and pointed ears. He grows taller and broader but he stays bipedal, somewhere between human and wolf, forcing the change not to complete entirely so he can try to keep the upper hand here.

Jaw splitting open in another snarl, fangs shown and salivating, he reaches towards her.]

[Survival instincts take over, and that's always been where Jessica's shined. When she lets go and just runs on raw instinct, she's something terrifying. A monster reaches for her and she leaps off the ground, placing a kick with all her force at his midsection to get him away from her, to give her time to complete her own change. Hers is a little longer, not having been born to her bones shifting and melting into new positions. Seems her instincts have prompted her to mimic him, and when she pushes up from the ground, she's a mix of woman and wolf, fur so dark it's like liquid pitch covering her.

She shakes herself out, then gives him a deafening roar, accepting his challenge and meeting him with a bounding leap as one alpha to another.]

[The kick lands hard, and with his change stuck in this transitional form his thoughts are slightly muddled, an unsteady confused mix of human and wolf. He drops to his hands and knees on the floor, even as he tries to keep his head clear of the anger and bloodlust that threatens to drag him down all the way.

If it was up to him, he'd gladly snap her neck and be done with it. But it isn't up to him. Unfortunately. He might be an alpha but so long as he's part of clan Shaw he's one in the service of another alpha, and he'll do what he's told. And they want to keep her their prisoner, alive.

He rises to the challenge as she leaps towards him, pushing back to his feet and leaping up to meet her just as she reaches him. Aiming for her chest and face with both clawed hands spread.]

[She takes the hit, feels his claws tear through her skin, bite into flesh and draw blood even as she's going for his shoulder. There's a small part of her, the human part, that's horrified that she can be this violent. But that part has been shrinking, dying every day she's had to do unspeakable things for Kilgrave.

What Owen doesn't know is that it's the fear of Kilgrave, not the Shaws or anyone else, that has her fighting so hard. Jessica's his favorite toy. His pretty strong arm. He'll try to get her back. He'll regroup. He'll have contingencies. He'll wipe this clan off the face of the planet to get her, and he might use her to do it. She was so tired of it.

So it was with that fear of a man who wasn't even there that she bit at Shaw, trying to get any meaty part of him in her mouth to cause pain.]

[He can smell her rage, her desperation, the fear that lies underneath. He can feel it in her every move. Even if he can't know the underlying cause. It makes him realize this fight isn't going to be as easy as he thought it would be, if only because her emotions are practically making her feral in her need to get away.

Never mind the whole other thing. Her strength. Even for a werewolf, this is intense.

He reacts with pain as she bites down into him, getting at a spot high on his arm, practically at his shoulder. He growls and attempts to backhand her, kicking out as he next move to slash at her with his clawed toes.]

[If there's one thing Jessica's used to by now, it's pain. Pain is a constant that she almost welcomes, because physical pain helps her stop hearing the screaming in her mind.

Pain is a warm blanket around her head as he hits her, and out of the corner of her eye she can see him moving to lift his legs, trying to use them on her like a cat would and a wolf never could. Shaw is a fighter; someone who's learned how to use his form to its fullest. Someone who knows himself, knows how to move, knows what move will do what. He's a chess player. Jessica is chaos, pure and simple. She oftentimes lets instinct rule her, but other times will do the exact opposite, either out of spite or an insane sort of genius. When she sees him lifting his leg, she reacts in the only way she sees she can.

She falls into him, trying to use her weight to bring him down, to take away a weapon of his.]

[Her weight, the sheer force behind it, knocks them both to the ground, him on sprawled on his back with her over him. He flails in surprise because, no, he didn't see that coming. It's too stupid a move to make for strategy and too reckless to have worked out of instinct. He had no way to predict it.

Catching his breath he grapples with her, trying to roll them both so he can pin her under him and wind up sitting on top.]

[She's snarling and snapping at him, a voice in the back of her head urging her to get this over with before the rest of his clan comes to his aid. She can probably take him if she's willing to kill him, but she's not. Jessica is not a killer by nature. There is only one person's blood she wants to spill, and it isn't this wolf's.

Even knowing that he's still out there, somewhere, building up his resources, it frustrates her. It has her bucking under him and then, surprisingly, letting out a plaintive, desperate whine as she moves to try to push him off, claws hands trying to get a hold of his wrists. In a challenge of pure strength, she'll win. She always does. And maybe she can get him to figure that out and back off so she can just go. She really, really doesn't want to kill him.

What's more frustrating than all of that is that the wolf side of her is having a moment of indecision. Something about his scent is messing her up, confusing her and making her not entirely sure of what to do next, even as the human part of her wants to get the hell out of there.]

[That whining sound causes him to grin, an ugly look on his barely-human face. He opens his mouth to show all his long sharp teeth, and then leans forward with his jaw aimed at the soft underside of her throat.

He does want to kill. For him it's always been easy. At the back of his mind knowledge of his orders is holding him back, but it is so very frustrating. Maybe he'll maul her, just a little, just to get it out of his system...

The sting of her claws digging in combined with her body moving beneath his, rubbing against him where he straddles her at the waist, causes his more primitive bestial side to reconsider her. Finally past the adrenaline, the aggression, he smells what other pheromones she's giving off. Her scent. It makes something in him...shift, out of the blue.

He stops just short of trying to bite her, nosing her throat hard instead, and leans in to take a deep whiff of the fur that used to be her hair.]

[She can feel him going for her throat, sees the open jaws and the predatory look in those not-human eyes. He's going to kill her. She has a very real moment of recognizing that, of knowing that strong or not, she's only flesh and blood. One well-placed bite and all the strength in the world isn't going to save her.

Jessica thinks of the last year of her life. Of her time with Kilgrave and the horror of not being able to be her own person. Her own anything. She was a puppet and each day with that piece of shit, she'd died a little on the inside until sometimes, she wondered how she even managed to continue to breathe when she was just a hollow shadow of herself. She feels this wolf's muzzle move towards her throat, knows what's coming, and that part of her that was already dead wondered how bad the reality of it could be.

If she just tipped her head up, bared her neck enough to make sure he got a good bite--

She was moving to do that before any part of her realized it, waiting for the hot shred of teeth to do what she couldn't do herself. And then she froze. Because he wasn't biting her. There was no pain, no blood. No howl of satisfaction. There was... Jesus. His scent.

Looming over her like he was, all she could see was black fur, shades of it as theirs mingled, his scent filling the warehouse like it had before, only it had changed a little. Or had something added to it. Something that had the fact that he was male and an alpha singing in her head. She feels his breath at her throat, hot and heavy and panting, just as she feels him nuzzle at her. Her hands clutch at his wrists again, claws pricking through the fur to skin, but she finds herself using that grip to hold on instead of to pull him off her. Something she hadn't felt before floods her, makes her buck up against him again, only she's not entirely sure she's trying to get him off her anymore.

She lets out another whine, but this one ends on a rough growl, head tipping up again, baring her throat to him.]

[He nuzzles her where she exposes herself to him, trailing down to press his muzzle over her chest. Her heart. He can hear her pulse beating through her skin and it makes his ears prick up.

Her scent is suddenly intoxicating to him, making his tongue curl inside of his mouth as he pants a bit, heated. He grinds down against the friction of her body against his, feeling the tingle low in his stomach that's precursor to him starting to get hard.

He feels hyper aware of the shape of both their bodies on the verge of intertwining, every muscle and sinew and bit of skin. He feels more driven than before by the want to tear her apart, only now it's in a completely different fashion.]

[All her time as a werewolf and she'd never met anyone that's had her reacting like this. She wants to roll over and press up against him, she wants to feel him over her, lunging at her, draping over her and drowning her in his scent. It surprises her enough that she manages to swim above those unfamiliar instincts, pushing at him with a deeper, more aggressive growl.

She just pushes, trying to wriggle out from under him, ignoring the sudden heat that flashes over her. She'd been fortunate not to have ever had a heat hit her when she'd been with Kilgrave. She didn't think she would have been able to survive how much she would have hated herself for it. And this wasn't that. Not really. Not yet, anyway. But her body was reacting to him in ways she didn't want it to, and that included not bashing his head in to get away. She manages to halfway speak, though the words are garbled and mangled through teeth and a mouth that isn't supposed to form them.]

Get. Off. Me.

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[He was leaning forward with his upper body, rubbing at her still more at the waist, on the verge of trying to press their chests together and gnaw lustily at the side of her neck. At first he doesn't realize the way she's moving under him has shifted and assumes in unthinking haze it's still foreplay. He sits down harder with his weight, trying to twist free of her claws in his arms so he can grab her by her wrists.

When he registers her grunted words though he pulls back sluggishly, though he still doesn't let go.

Belatedly he realizes the position they're in, and feels more clearly what's happening to him. How unexpected and, given the circumstances, inappropriate it is.]

...Shit.

[It's groaned out sharply, his own voice garbled by a shifted throat and a mouth full of fangs.

He stands up swiftly, but goes to try and latch onto her by the shoulder before she can squirm away. Maybe even with his head still spinning, dumbly, he can use this moment to his advantage and try to cage her again.]

[She's almost surprised that he actually moves off her. He was getting ready to rut. She could feel it, feel him starting to harden against her, smell it in his scent. Hell, she could feel it in the way she was reacting to him, like a bitch in heat. But he got up. That took a sort of discipline that none of the wolves she'd ever met had. Alpha, beta, or omega; once a male wolf had turned on that part of his brain, the only thing she'd found that could turn it off was threat of losing that part of themselves or knocking them out to wake up alone.

But he got up, and that surprised her enough that she didn't fight the hold on her shoulder at first. Not until she saw where they were going. Then she snarled and tried to jerk away, a part of her still heavily reluctant to hurt him, her body telling her two wildly different things and her caught in the middle, trying to figure out which one to go with.]

Not. Happening.

[It's difficult to think with a clear head just now, that much is clear. If he'd have changed all the way he'd be done for. And even now the draw of primal lust is trying to draw him over, make him more wolf. And Owen is used to giving in to that, used to letting the wolf be the guide to his edge. It's a real struggle now to pull out of it enough to think like a man. And even the man's instincts...well, he's only human. So to speak.

But he's had a lot of practice, maybe even more than most born wolves. He's come to understand every part of his nature intimately. Which is why he knows exactly what's happening here. That awareness helps. Trying to keep him grounded.

He held onto her tightly as he could with both hands, attempting to at least keep her from running even if he didn't push her forward any further.]

Look. Make a deal with you. You stay. We both...change back. Otherwise, this is...not ending well.

[Talking is harder than thinking, for multiple reasons, but he manages between ragged growling pants.

But if he keeps having to fight her then they're going to keep having physical contact, that mounting urge to rut. That can only end in a few different bad ways.]

[Again, he surprises her. In another time and place, she might actually like him. Right now, he's just something between her and what she needs, though a part of her mind is telling her that he's what she needs. It's getting harder to argue with that.

But the offer is a good one. Probably the best she's going to get at the moment, and even she knows it's easier to think past the instinct when the wolf isn't so close. Her wolf wanted him. It seemed his wolf wouldn't mind letting that happen. So they both needed to go.

She shoved at his hand to get him to let go of her, taking a step back, but giving him a growling yip in affirmation. Fine. She'd stay. For a hot minute. But that meant changing back. Which she started to do, remembering at the last second that it was going to leave them both naked and a little too close to each other.

She just hoped the arousal quelled a bit with the pain of the change.]

[He steps back, raising both hands in front of him clumsily to show he's not reaching for her again. But for a long moment he stares at her anyway, warily, suspicious.

If she runs while he's distracted, he is going to be in so much trouble for fucking something so simple up.

And beyond that, he can still taste his want for her in his throat. He can feel it in his groin. In the blood rushing through his heart and away from his head and beating against the skin of his palms.

He growls a bit in annoyed frustration and surrenders, curling fingers in as he starts to change back as well himself.]

[Changing hurt, and while the idea of bolting on him while he was caught in it was a nice one, she also didn't change as fast as he did. He'd had more practice at fighting his wolf instincts. She was trying to hard to push hers away, not ever really fitting in properly in her own skin.

She's panting by the time she's done, bent over with her hands on her knees as she tries to get her breath back. She's also trying very hard not to look at him, because his scent is still making her skin prick and tingle.]

Told you to let me go...

And I told you, it's not happening.

[He managed to stay on his feet as he banished his wolf away, boxing it back up within him. He always feels that same confused protest, that regret when he does. Part of him will never understand why he has to give his power away. Why he can't just hang onto it and fully embrace the beast.

The rest of him knows why. If he did that, then he'd lose everything, in the end.

He suppresses a few sounds of pain as his bones slide back into place, fur vanishing, muscles and limbs shrinking back down. His face goes back to normal and what's left of his clothing falls off him in tatters. He's got some cold sweat clinging to his body.

He stands tall, also avoiding looking anywhere but her face, though he's otherwise unbothered by his own nudity.]

Out of all the people in the world, it had to be you.

[He rubs his neck, grimacing in annoyance. He's of course heard of this before, the phenomenon of two wolves just being inherently drawn to one another. A "true mate" that makes the desire burn in a way that can't be matched. He's never felt it before, though. Frankly he always thought it was a lot of rot.

Now he's standing there and he can still smell her and is finding it hard to ignore the urge to put his hands all over her.]

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