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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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[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.]

[Her hand grabs his wrist even as it ceases to be a wrist, becoming a massive black-furred paw. By the time Owen is on her he's fully changed, and whatever remained of human thought in his mind is gone as he's given into his wolf completely.

The wolf is eager and enraged, ready to fight this female for dominance, ready to claim her, to taste her in more ways than one. He's salivating, tail bristling.

She catches him in that hold and he doesn't break away. The wolf has faith in itself, its strength. She'll throw him off yes but he'll come, he'll rebound for more...

But she stops and he collides eagerly into her, tongue lolling, claws working for a hold. All fur and muscle, massive wolf atop soft human skin, but underneath his mate lurks, yes; he knows it, he can smell her--]

What in the ruddy hell is goin' on in 'ere?

[The unexpected voice comes from the figure that's appeared in the doorway, arm still outstretched from where he threw the door back. He's staring at the tableau in cool disbelief. There's some resemblance to Owen in the face, still long and sharp, though not much. This man is nearly a decade older, shaved bald. His wolf gives off a rolling scent of a more seasoned, war-wearied alpha, restrained in an iron hold.

He takes in the scene in a quick dart of his eyes. Then he reaches into his long coat, draws a weapon and fires.

It's a taser. It hits Owen and he goes down with a yelp. If Jessica doesn't act fast and let go or move, she might get caught up in the current too.

Whatever happens, after he's felled Deckard comes closer and stands over Owen's unconscious body, hand on his hip.]

...You complete idiot.

[She hadn't expected him to shift entirely, human mind rebelling at the idea of anything happening with her as she was and him in wolf form, even as her wolf was scratching from the inside, begging to be let out so she could meet her mate head on. In the confusion and personal internal struggle, she let go of him, and as he was coming in, looking like he was ready to bite her, or maybe lick her into submission, the door was thrown open and Jessica was looking at another Shaw alpha male.

For one brief flash of a second, she felt fear hit her, a spark of something terrible with her mind consumed by sex and violence and another male being added to that only worsening her thoughts. But then he's pulling something out, aiming at Owen, and damn her if she doesn't have a moment of almost reaching out to stop it. To push Owen out of the way because he was her mate, dammit, and you don't just shoot what's hers and--

Goddammit.

She lays there, half under Owen's furred form, feeling him breathing and taking a little solace in that. Whoever this was, he hadn't shot him. He hadn't killed him. Just done something to put him out of commission, and right then, that was... good.

But as Deckard comes closer, looming over both of them, she finds her arm going around Owen, hand clutching at his fur and a defiant growl leaving her, ready to fight this new threat if he tried to lay a hand on the unconscious wolf on top of her.]

Back off.

[He pauses, meeting her gaze with the intensity that only a werewolf can, and makes a point of sniffing the air hard. His eyebrows go way up as he can tell there's a charge of sexual arousal in the air.]

What were the two of you doing in here?

[His accent is different from Owen's, practically Cockney.

Owen doesn't react to the sound of his voice. He's dead to the world, breathing out once in a low whimper before fading entirely into unconscious. He remains in his wolf form, warm and furry against Jessica's naked skin.

Deckard huffs.]

Take your hands offa my brother.

[Brother. Okay. Well, that made a little more sense as to why he was stalking in here like he owned the place. He probably did. She didn't know which Shaw was the actual leader of the clan, but a brother might be up there. Or a parent.

In response to the demand, she just bared her teeth at him and growled, both arms going around Owen now and shifting him up a little, both to cover her nudity a bit and to get a better hold on him in what was clearly a possessive move. Even then, her words belied her actions, her and her wolf having a little internal argument.]

He started it. Some stupid alpha bullshit.

[And that didn't stop her from clutching to him like she was protecting him from Deckard. Which she knew she would, if it came down to it.]

[He gives her a look, clearly not buying it.]

Oh yeah? Why are you both naked? And for that matter, how'd you get outta your cage?

[He glances over at it, frowning.]

Owen knows better than to have let you out, just like that. He's stupid enough to posture like he's the baddest dog around town, but he'd never go against orders that way. He knows what would happen if he did. [He turns to look at Jessica again, sharp.] So what happened in here? Tell the truth.

[He says "truth" like "troof", practically. It'd be almost ridiculous if there wasn't such coiled intent behind him, making it clear he means everything he says and is no mood for games.]

You assholes haven't found a way to make clothes survive a shift. I figured that part was obvious.

[Duh, Deckard. Posturing or not, if they'd been shifting or had shifted once, that would have left them naked. There may still be a few healing marks on both of them from their earlier scuffle, but she'd long since forgotten about that in lieu of the new situation. The one where she wanted to fuck his brains out.]

Figures if one of you can ignore the obvious, it's a family trait. Lock's broken. Oops. So don't blame him for that.

[She was starting to shuffle back a bit, keeping her hold on Owen and bringing her with him as she dragged her ass across the floor. They may be brothers, but human or wolf, that didn't always mean a good thing. She hadn't seen Owen's reaction to Deckard yet, and he'd been a little too quick with that taser. For all he knew, Jessica might have been attacking Owen. She could have used the hit to tear his throat out. Maybe that's what he wanted.

Maybe Jessica just didn't trust anyone.]

The shifting don't explain what I smell. I don't think that was a fight I just interrupted.

[Deckard gives her a look that more or less returns her "duh". But his hand sneaks back toward his coat again.]

I'm only gonna ask you one more time. Drop me little brother. Or there'll be hell to pay.

Little?

[She supposed if she took a moment to actually look at Deckard as a person and not a potential threat, she might see that there was an age to him that Owen didn't have. But her senses were too swamped right now with Owen; her wolf baring her teeth at Deckard as it sensed a threat to her mate. She was still sitting there, naked and in a state of arousal that she'd never actually been in before, suddenly arguing with another strange alpha male who was, again, threatening her. She was getting really tired of this family.]

Yeah, well, like I said, he pulled some alpha bullshit. Ask him about it.

[She didn't let go of Owen, but she did show some of her hand as she moved, keeping an arm around him and rising to her feet, cradling the ridiculously large wolf far too easily for either a woman or a werewolf her size.]

All of you fucks need to just back off. I'm starting to get angry.

[Being a contemptuous asshole is, unfortunately, a family trait for the Shaw boys. Whether it's nature or nurture both brothers have it in spades. With Owen it's cocky, dramatic, almost juvenile. With Deckard it's bulldog-determined and plodding...but still very much there.

His eyes manage to narrow even further, and his hand tightens on the handle of his weapon inside his coat. He watches her lifting Owen easily as she rises.]

How're you doing that? Put him back down.

[Owen fidgets, just a bit, in Jessica's grasp. Though still passed out stone cold he's shifting back, form changing from wolf to man again.

Deckard reaches out with his free hand, trying to grab onto his brother by a limb and use his own wolf strength to pull him from the embrace of the woman cradling him.]

[She's quick to step back, trying to keep the shifting body out of range of what is apparently his brother, teeth still bared at him as a very ominous growl leaves her, eyes still that bright amber that stands out in stark contrast as her hair falls down over her face, head lowering and grip tightening on Owen.]

I said back off. He's mine--

[No, he wasn't, but the part of her that was glaring at Deckard through her eyes right now definitely thought he was, and it was too exhausting to fight her wolf right then when she was trying to keep tabs on everything all around her.]

He's what? [Sharply incredulous, Deckard gives her a look that makes his recognition to Owen seem far stronger - all caustic and doubting, superior.] I don't think so.

[He's uncertain of her strength but not allowing that to make him hesitate, and he draws his taser intending to take another shot.]

Don't know what you did to him, what you're trying to do on top of that, but this ends now.

[She's not going to get taken down again. Not when she's naked and outnumbered. Not when she's carrying her unconscious mate (stop thinking that) in her arms. She takes a quick glance around the warehouse, deciding that distance is the better play right now.

He'll see her tense, then crouch down a bit as she gets ready, and then Jessica Jones is jumping the long distance, using that strength to all but fly across the empty space until she lands just short of the wall on the far side, stumbling as she lands since she's not used to having any weight other than her own when she does that.]

Touch either of us and I'll rip your goddamn throat out.

[Now it's just a matter of finding where the fucking door is. Or, hell, a window she can jump through, shifting her hold on Owen as he continues to bleed back from wolf to human.]

What the fuck--

[Deckard whips around and fires anyway, adjusting his aim to try and get her as she flies. He's never seen a wolf do the things she does before, but while he's far from a fool he's not the type to try and puzzle things out in the heat of battle. He'll take his shot first, try and deal with the situation. Only after it's resolved work for answers.

Not that it's going to be resolved that easy, this time. The taser just misses her, striking the wall slightly above her right shoulder as she stumbles into her landing. There's a hiss and it leaves scorchmarks. But something set high enough to stun an alpha werewolf, an experienced born wolf, would be volatile enough to kill a human.

Not that anyone in this building right now is that.

Lowering his weapon Deckard scowls, his owns flashing a darker yellow than his brother's, golden. He doesn't have fangs, normally, but they're starting to show as he growls at her.]

You won't get away with this!

You assholes keep saying that. And yet here I am. All this would be over if you'd just let me go so I can do what I need to do. You win. I win. Everyone wins.

[That, of course, was the trouble with born wolves. They clung to tradition. Clung to instinct. Jessica could let go of her pride and do a lot of things that made her feel dirty. Made her hate herself. But she did it because it meant she'd survive and have a chance for payback. A born wolf was more likely to cling to pride, particularly an alpha wolf, and wind up running into certain death because 'I'm a fucking alpha'. Idiots.

She spied a window ten feet up, something long and multipaned, and with her grip on Owen shifting to curl him closer to her, she ran flat out at it, leaping and turning to let her back take the hit, making sure she went through it before he did.]

[Deckard roars as he shifts back in the building behind her, but he's not chasing after her directly. No, that's not his style. Immediately as she breaks through the glass he's running on all fours to the outside, trying to beat her to the punch. He'll run her to the ground if he has to. Way he sees it, their prisoner is escaping and kidnapping his only brother at the same time.

Incongruously, hilariously, through all this Owen sleeps on. His body finishes shifting back around the same time Jessica lands on the other side of the window. Whatever nicks and cuts he picked up from the glass, they're nothing, knitting back together since werewolves tend to heal easily from most superficial physical damage.

In his human form his head lolls, pressing his face against her neck like he's trying to snuggle up to her even while he's unconscious. Otherwise his limbs and the rest of his body remains slack.]

[The smart thing to do would be to set Owen down out of harm's way and lead Deckard off on a chase. She still didn't have a good handle on the relationship between the two, though she believed they were related. There was too much similarity in that cockiness, that smug swagger that seemed to be a Shaw trait. There could be some kind of inner pack struggle and leaving Owen alone might let the elder brother rip his throat out.

She felt him almost snuggling up to her, his breath hot against her skin, making her feel flush again at their interrupted interlude. Not on her damn watch.

She could move fast like this, faster than a human, faster than most wolves, but she'd move faster still half-changed. The sound of Deckard leaving the building and heading for them had her starting to shift, that thick tar-black fur covering her as her muscles shifted, growing large enough that it didn't look so silly for her to be carrying a grown man. Then she was off, heading away from the warehouse, fleeing from the Shaw wolf with another one in her arms.

Good plan, Jessica.]

[Deckard follows her trail, her scent and Owen's, one of them certainly familiar to him, the other standing out all the more for how strange it is in their turf. Both of them are giving off intense pheromones for how they were tangled up in one another earlier, or trying to be, and that helps with tracking them too.

He's a born wolf too, and he's heard of the "true mate" story as well. Unlike Owen he knows better than to be skeptical of it. But it seems an unbelievable bit of chaos, for it to happen this way. To out of all their pack members for it to happen to Owen, and for this crazy she-wolf to be the one?

Not that he's thinking about that now. In wolf form - black fur also, but streaked with grey as a sign of his age - he's even more intensely single-minded than usual and his only thought is his plan to hunt his quarry down. The woods around here are ones he's hunted in for years. He knows his way.]

[She does not, and her thoughts are scattered and discordant. She wants to flee, but she needs to make sure Owen's safe. She has a bloodlust for Kilgrave, but she knows what he can do and won't go at him head on. She's not afraid for her life, but she's afraid of being thwarted. And these goddamn woods aren't familiar.

Jessica's trying to sniff out places that have a high traffic area, pausing for a heartbeat as she picks up the scent of something that has her grinning, muzzle splitting open and tongue lolling out before she heads towards the scent of her possible salvation from the determined other wolf.

There. Up ahead. The source.

A skunk. Let's see how well Deckard could track through an explosion of musk. She harried the skunk into spraying, though she was able to avoid being hit herself, sending the rank animal back behind her and towards the oncoming wolf.]

[He's a far from inexperienced tracker, but Deckard's used to thinking like a wolf. Playing by "the rules". Jessica, with her very different experiences, is an outlier. She doesn't do what's expected.

Case in point. Not many wolves he's ever encountered before would think to use a wild skunk as a booby-trap.

The big, fast, angry wolf is stopped dead in his tracks with a bewildered cry, as he takes a tail-full of skunk spray right to the face. Huffing and keening in discomfort he's left to roll his face and pelt against the grass, in vain, nose full of the stench and temporarily blinded.

Looks like he's off their trail for a bit.]

[She'd laugh if she could see it, but fortunately for both her and Deckard, she was too busy continuing to run, her precious cargo still held in her arms. She panted as she ran, regulating her body temperature as best as a half-canine body could, staying in the woods and not going too near the road she could hear off in the distance. She might run into other wolves, but she might run into humans. And humans were still scared shitless of the monsters among them.

As she ran, she looked for somewhere to hole up, somewhere to find cover and maybe clothes. Clothes would be good, especially considering how tempting he was without them.]

[If she keeps going far enough, following the path of the road even if she avoids it, eventually she'll find her way into a what appears to be a camping site. It's either abandoned or the off-season. Either way there'll be some cabins for them to hole up in.

It's still with Shaw territory but the scent trails are old here, faded. The pack clearly doesn't come out this way very often.

Seemingly oblivious to exposure or any other inconvenience associated with his lack of clothing, a snoozing Owen continues to press his face against her neck, nuzzling her.]

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[She'll circle the camp a few times, making sure it's abandoned before she chooses a cabin. Furred and monstrous looking, she looms in the doorway of one, kicking the door shut with a clawed foot before she sets Owen down carefully on one of the cots. It creaks under his weight, but apparently the Shaws have decent equipment.

Standing there looking down at him, she finds herself torn between what to do. Her human side says that he's safe now, she can bolt, go after Kilgrave and tear him to pieces with her claws. Her wolf is refusing to let her. In fact, even attempting to take a step away from him is causing her to start shaking, like she's about to have a fit.

Growling in frustration, she takes the time to shift back to human, hoping she'll have more control over herself then. She almost collapses on the bed o top of Shaw when she's done, that many changes in that close of a time taking their toll on her. She's hungry -- starving. Her body needs fuel to keep up with that much activity. And still, she finds she can't leave him, huffing to herself in frustration as she slouches down against the side of the cot, glaring at his sleeping body like it's his fault.]

Asshole.

[He moves in his sleep, shifting with a stifled groan, whatever juice the taser knocked out of him finally wearing off.

At first he doesn't remember what the hell happened. He's in a bed that feels too small. Naked, so that probably means he changed. His muscles feel a little stiff, as if there was a fight or--

He sniffs the air trying to get any useful hints, and the whiff of her scent both sends his senses running wild and brings back an idea what must have happened. His eyes fly open and he sits up in bed, staring at her with disbelief.]

...Fuck. And here I almost thought you weren't real.

[Well some kind of crazy nightmare certainly would've explained a lot of things.]

Oh look. He wakes up. After all the fun stuff happens.

[She moves to push away from the cot, him moving reminding her of other things, unfinished things, and she realized that those thoughts had been there under the surface of her mind the whole time. When she'd been running in the woods with him clutched close. When she'd laid him down and taken a moment to just enjoy the view.

It bothered her, because she'd never thought of sex or mates in either of her wolf forms. She was just 'wolf', and her wolf was a snarling, bitchy thing. But around him, that part of her wanted to roll all over him, soak herself in his scent, which she also realized was clinging to her hands, her body, making it hard to think now that he was looking at her.]

That asshole trying to kill you?

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uhhh and then this happened. SORRY!

OH MY GOD. I LOVE IT. AHAHA... oh boy. Build that frustration, man.

deus ex deckard, i guess XD

pff

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