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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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[Owen. Huh. Not a bad name. It was kind of a groan in itself, something easily said while bodies w--

Nope. Goddammit.]

One thing you need to understand, your whole clan does; no one he has with him is attacking you of their own free will. Every single wolf he has with him is under his control. He's a sadistic piece of shit and he will throw the entire world in front of him and walk on their corpses to get what he wants. We attacked you because we literally had no choice. As soon as he turned and ran, how many stayed?

Thought it was just because his pack was poorly organized, and weak.

[He frowns though as he thinks about it. She makes a point, now that he recalls how the fighting went.]

And you? When you attacked us, were you completely under his control? Because I have to say, that seemed some pretty watered down fighting compared to what you just did here and now.

I've found some loopholes. I can pull my punches unless he explicitly demands otherwise. I can fight slower, miss a shot. It's all about following the letter of his commands. He tells you to put a bullet in your skull, doesn't mean you have to shoot yourself. Just take a bullet and put it in your mouth. He hasn't figured out that I've found that out yet.

[A flash of fear as she realized what she'd shared with him, that fear mingling in with her scent of steadily growing arousal. She couldn't trust him. Not yet. Hell, she didn't even know him. The only thing she knew was that her skin was vibrating with need for him to touch her, which was something that was getting harder and harder to think through.]

Interesting.

[It's good to know. Certainly useful information that he's going to tell the others about as soon as he gets a chance. If Kilgrave comes back or they want to chase after him to finish the job, it's good to know ahead of time what his limits are. Assuming this is all the truth, of course.

She's probably in the right not to trust him. He doesn't want to be her ally, he doesn't necessarily want to help her. But if working together is to his benefit then he can do that. He's practical that way.

Though he's also well aware that the...bond between them, could be influencing how he feels and thinks of her. This is bad. He's going to have to bring the others in on this and fast if only to make sure he doesn't get swept up and into a mistake.

When he catches that scent of fear underneath the rest of it though he looks over at her. And treats her to slow smirk.]

You're not so dumb as you look. I like that. Good; you shouldn't trust me. It's smart to be careful. Thing is, right now you have no choice.

[Anger flared a bit through the fear and arousal, and her hand curled into a fist.]

Come a little closer and say both of those again.

[She was torn; wanting to take a step forward to punch him in his smug, smirking face, but knowing that it was a very slippery slope if she moved right now, because other wants were making themselves known in a way that she was struggling with. It was bad enough being bitten and turned, having to learn things that born wolves had an inherent advantage in. It made it worse when she didn't seem to be normal in her turning and hadn't had the time to learn everything about herself. Like how to turn off something like this. It was stupid. Ridiculous. And a part of her was pretty sure he was lying and this was some stupid alpha thing he was doing to try to manipulate her.

He could thank Kilgrave for that. She had less trust for 'dominant' wolves than most others.]

I've had no choice before. This is nothing like that. You just might not like which one I pick.

Fine. Try and kill me. We'll see how that goes.

[He gives her a flat look, a silent 'oh please' implied. He's cocky, and if he isn't stronger than her he still thinks he's smarter, certainly with better control.]

Even if you do get by me, Jessica, you'll still have to get through the rest of us. My older brother, our parents, and the rest of the pack. Do you really think you can fight your way past them all? [He leers, more pointed:] Do you really think you have the stomach to?

[She doesn't want to kill them all. So it seems. Which certainly puts her at a disadvantage. If you're part of the Shaw pack, then you're ruthless, or you don't last long.]

Besides...you say you want to take care of Kilgrave. But you can't actually defeat him yourself. How can you, if he'll just keep controlling you? Sounds like you need our help.

[On the last sentence he moves in, intending to try to loom over her a little. Only he miscalculated what would happen if he closed distance between the two of them.

Her scent is thick in his nose, intoxicating. Before he knows what he's doing he has his hand firmly beneath her chin, trying to press his naked body against hers and go in for a kiss.]

[He most certainly has better control than her, especially over his wolf. He's a born wolf. Any born wolf would know more than a bitten one. Being smarter than her, she'd debate that, because as far as she was concerned, she knew more. She knew the truth of what both she was capable of and what Kilgrave was, and that put her in the driver's seat. But goddamn, did she want to wipe that smirk off his face when he said her name like that. Like he was deigning to do her a favor, talking to her slowly, like she was stupid.]

Look, asshole, just because I don't want to doesn't mean I can't or won't. There's more at stake here than your dumb little pack. I know what he's capable of. You don't. I know you don't believe it's possible. No one ever does, until it's too late. Do you know how many people I've tried to warn off while getting that same holier than thou look you're giving me now?

[She snorts her own sound of disdain at him, about to continue putting a spiky, verbal wall between them before she stops, surprised by the move. She didn't know what his intention had been, but between one breath and the next, he was suddenly there, pressed against her, making her stop breathing in one last ditch effort to keep her head clear before his scent took her over.

But it wasn't just his scent. There was something so very male about him, aside from the obvious, something that had a low chant starting in the back of her mind, like her wolf was prancing from one paw to the next. Mate, mate, mate, mate. She wasn't entirely sure if the wolf wanted him to be one or if it was telling her what to do, but his hand on her chin made her skin prickle, goosebumps breaking out all over. Whatever she was going to say was lost as his mouth came down on hers. Her hand was at his chest with the intention to push him away -- far, far away, but it slid up to hook around his neck as his taste flooded her mouth.

Shit.]

[He wants to take her, make her his, with strength and maybe force but at the same time to please her, to serve her, to meld her into him and form a bond with her. One that shall never be broken, matched in spirit as well as body.

Though at the moment there is plenty, plenty to focus on about her body. As her hand loops around his neck one of his reaches to tangle in her hair, running it greedily between his fingers, the other going to the small of her back, to stroke her firmly up and down her spine. Continuing to press her to him.

He is growing harder by the second. He can smell her lust, her willingness, her need for him. His own wolf was growling in longing approval, a hunger bordering on painful. How deep and greedy this desire, how compelling, how raw. If she's aware of his maleness then he is just aware how much she is female, strong and supple. His kiss has teeth in it as he clashes harder against her mouth.]

[Maybe it's the fact that she's just that stubborn, maybe it's because she was born human and had more control over that part of her, but the very human part of her is terrified of what's going on, and she moves to pull away from him, giving him a shove that even she could admit had very little behind it.]

What the fuck?!

[She's trying to shock herself out of the overwhelming need that's rising up inside her, that has her already wet, already throbbing like one big pulsing heartbeat. Being around Kilgrave, around made-wolves and taken ones, she hadn't heard of this... whatever it was he was trying to say was happening. And like him disbelieving her about Kilgrave's abilities, there was a part of her that didn't believe there was something like that out there. That it could, or more likely would affect her. Part of her thought it was him, that he was behind this, making her want him somehow in a way that a wolf with mind control had never managed.

Even as she was trying to push him away, she was licking her lips, a low, needy whine leaving her as she tasted him on them, as she felt his cock pressing against her stomach, making her knees go weak in a way that had her looking up at him in surprise.]

What the fuck are you doing to me?

[The growl that was building in his chest escapes him, both out of frustration at her pulling away and a uneasy desperation he feels about this all of his own.]

The same thing that you're doing to me.

[He's panting raggedly with effort, shoulders rising and falling. He backs away further than what she already pushed him. Slowly, his movements stiff and staggered. He has to force himself to do it, and it almost feels painful. He doesn't want to get away from her, he wants to get closer to her, to be inside her, to feel how wet she is for himself--

No. This is crazy. They don't know each other, and right now they're still enemies. For the first time in his life he's almost scared of his own instincts, the part of him that's an animal. That it doesn't matter how much he reasons and tells himself no, he still wants this. In complete defiance of all logic.]

[She wants to argue that she's not doing shit, but she can smell him. On top of that delicious maleness that she wants to literally put in her mouth, there's a tinge of frustration. The fact that he was making an effort to stay away from her was telling, his body looking as tense as she felt, the strain of not touching her showing in how he held himself, the way his teeth grit together.

And goddamn her if she didn't want to go over and make it go away. That wolf part of her wanted to brush up against him, to please her mate, to cover him in her scent until whatever was bothering him was too unimportant to think about because he was too wrapped up in her. He shouldn't be mad or upset. He should be in her--]

Would it go away if you hit me?

Come again?

[He gives her a truly bewildered look, in part because his brain is about halfway shut off try as he might not to give into it, but also because it seems an odd thing to ask out of nowhere.]

This...

[She gestures between them -- or tries to, hand starting to reach for him before she jerked it back and fell down to her knees.]

This. Would it go away if you just punched me in the face?

[He blinks down at her, somehow not quite sure how she landed like that. He's torn between offering her a hand up and hoping that while she's down there she might put those luscious full lips of hers to a good use. Both thoughts are undesired and enough out of character for him it's completely unnerving.]

But I don't want to punch you in the face. [He says this blankly, almost childlike. He reconsiders what he's saying.] Well, don't get me wrong, you are incredibly fucking annoying, and it'd be satisfactory for sure but...

Aaaurgh.

[Her head fell back as she let out a long groan of frustration. If this was real, if he was feeling the same shit she was, then she couldn't blame him. Normally, she'd be all about smacking some smug prick out of her way to get what she wanted, but she didn't want to hit him. Not really.

Oh, she wanted to hurt him, but more in that digging clawed nails in and biting while she rode him kind of way. That image blazed across her mind so vividly, she had to slide a hand down to press over her stomach, curling around it for a moment as she felt that intense, burning need.]

Well, guess the only thing left is for you to just... go off over there and let me go.

I can't let you go. Bloody hell, do you have a hearing problem? [His exasperation is palpable, almost bearing over his lust. Almost. Unfortunately still, not quite.] If I'm the idiot that lets you squirm out of here, d'you know how that makes me look? It won't help that this is the cause, I'll tell you what - I'd never hear the end of it!

Boo hoo. This is me playing the world's tiniest violin, just for you.

[She held up her hand, thumb and forefinger rubbing together. Looking up at him again, she realized just what she was at eye level with, and then she promptly lost her train of thought.

He was about four or five feet from her, close enough that she couldn't escape his scent, but far enough that she couldn't touch him. And right at that second, she wanted to touch him. She wanted to bury her face in his crotch and breathe him in. It wasn't until she caught herself on all fours, starting to crawl towards him that she realized her thoughts were bleeding into her actions, and she sat back on her legs with a huff.]

Something's going to have to happen in the next handful of minutes, so why not have that something be you letting me go?

[There was nothing in her voice that indicated she actually wanted to go, and her eyes weren't straying from their view of his cock. She was fighting what was turning out to be a losing battle, and she was more or less trying to drag it out as long as she could.]

See, now I do want to punch you. [He scowled at her. He was pissed and he still wanted to know what it felt like to have her mouth wrapped around his cock, to grab hold of her and fuck her until she couldn't walk. God, she smelled so good. It made him want to moan and howl, and that want made him want to scream in aggravation.

He speaks through clenched teeth, voice ragged with his white-knuckled grip on failing self control.]

If you run, I will want to chase you. And when I catch you, it'll be to throw you down and make you beg for it until your voice is gone. I won't be able to stop it, at that point. So don't. Run.

[Or do. Oh god, please do, a part of him practically begs.]

[If he was looking to prod at that part of her that was alpha, that part that kept her from going completely mental while being with Kilgrave, he'd done it. Jaw clenched, she moved to push up to her feet, a growl sliding out from her lips before she took in a deep, intentional whiff of him.

Jessica didn't do scared. She didn't do mewling complacency. She fought in whatever way she could, and right now, she was going to fight back by doing what she had a feeling he wouldn't expect.]

Maybe I'm not the one who should be worried about what the other person wants to do to them. You might be able to catch me. You might even be able to fuck me. But I can break you. Maybe I'll be the one to throw you down. Maybe I'll be the one making you scream my name. You might want to think about that, Owen. I am not some bitch to be taken.

[Well, no, he didn't expect that. He tilted his head back, eyes wide with surprise, but when his mouth parted it was with an expression of excitement. He breathed in deep, his nostrils flaring. He could feel the fight rolling off of her. If he went for her in this state it would be a fight for dear life, the two of them wrestling with each other, grappling, teeth and claw--]

You shouldn't have done that.

[He leers at her with one side of his mouth, teeth showing, his eyes flashing yellow as he gives a deep low growl full of arousal.]

I'll do whatever the hell I want to do.

[His eyes turned and she felt her own wolf rise up to meet his, the change limited to just her eyes turning their own shade of amber as she squared off with him. She might be able to try to flee, but at this point, she knew it was pointless. Her and her wolf both felt challenged, but her wolf seemed to be wanting to test the potential of their mate. It irked her to use that word, even in her head, but it fit with what those instincts of hers were screaming.

She lets out another challenging growl, getting a whiff of his scent mingled with hers and feeling herself respond by getting wetter still, if that were even possible. She had to brace her feet apart, keeping her thighs from touching because the contact was making her crotch throb, distracting her from what she felt might be a fight; one she planned on winning, even if it was just to be the one on top.]

[When her wolf starts to push forward more, her scent shifts, and he feels both his hackles rise and his arousal growing. It's no surprise, really, that his "perfect match" would be another alpha. How could he ever be satisfied with anything else?

And by god, he wants to be, here and now: satisfied.

His tongue presses against the roof of his mouth. From the stench of pliant lust and longing coming off her like a miasma, he can already tell how wet she is. He can practically feel it. His cock is throbbing in pain now, he wants to win the right to have her so bad.

And it will be a prize, for sure. And it'll be all the more sweeter for having been something he couldn't simply take.]

I'm giving you one last chance, woman. [His voice is heated rough, body trembling slightly with the tremors of maddening desire he feels in every muscle. He steps to the side, as if trying to circle her. Head low, never blinking or taking her out of his sight.] Stand down. Surrender. Be a good girl, and we'll try to talk this out like people. I'll go get my leaders, so they can...mediate.

[Because the presence of another person is literally the only way he can resist her now. Even holding back this much has taken a lot out of him. Even as he makes the offer, it's not really certain if he can actually follow through. It might already be too late.]

You saying you're just the errand boy?

[She said that with intent, feeling the pure, simple truth of 'alpha' coming off him like fucking neon, knowing that he was and knowing that insinuating otherwise would push him into acting. He was better at controlling his wolf than her. She could admit that. He was born to it. He'd grown up knowing what he was. She'd had to stumble through it all blindly, hampered by her interactions with Kilgrave. She didn't know what it meant to be alpha, but she knew what it meant to be her. And being told in this particular moment that she wasn't worth talking to would piss her off. It would push her over that edge, and that's what she was aiming for.

Because her wolf wouldn't let her hit him. Hell, she was fighting to not turn and present to him. But she could hope that her self preservation instincts would kick in. If she made him mad enough, maybe he'd try to hit her. Maybe she could knock him out. Gently.]

Go on, then. Go get your boss. Then I'll get to see what a real alpha looks like.

[It wasn't until that last word was out of her mouth that she realized what she'd done -- and that her wolf had fucking done it to her. It wanted him to attack her, because the second they got their hands on each other...

Fuck.]

You -- you stupid little--

[Is she kidding with this? All the effort he's going to, killing himself to try and speak, to remain something vaguely approaching reasonable...

And she's going to throw that shit in his face?

His anger boils over, and with the anger comes everything else primal. He's done for, now.

With a roar he starts running, charging at her, already shifting with mouth opened wide as he leaps.]

[She's waiting for him, reaching to grab the part that comes nearest to her first, hand clamping around with that unnatural strength, working to pull and to swing him around. Not to throw or hurt, but to put off balance. Her wolf is singing in her head, howling for something Jessica had never looked for. Never wanted. Certainly hadn't thought was possible.]

Mine...

[What surprised her most about that was that it wasn't her that said it. She'd been thinking about where to plant her feet, how to push him without touching him, because she knew, she knew that if his body pressed to hers, it was over. No, that was her wolf bleeding into her thoughts in a way it never had before, and that surprise jerked her to a stop.]

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