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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 scoffs at him, giving his shoulder a shove.]

Sure. Okay. Make yourself feel better. Go, camp-master.

[All right, just for that when he goes and snatches the top sheet off the cot nearby, he makes a point of throwing it at her with a pointed glare.

Maybe he can't actually make her listen to him but dammit he's sure going to try. Satisfying as it is in some ways, having an alpha female to stand up to him, it's still infuriating to have her argue with him instead of being able to follow simple orders.]

[It would almost have been fun to have met him if she'd been human. She had a feeling she would have frustrated him just as much, been just as irritating in her own way.

And just because she's feeling particularly snippish, she makes a point of only wrapping the sheet around her waist, standing there to meet him with her hands on her hips, breasts bare.]

[He doesn't fully repress his growl of aggravation. Why does she have to be like this? And, honestly: why does it make him want her all the more?

Pointedly turning his back on her he goes to sweeping the cabin intently for something he can use to cover himself up.]

[Bad movie, Owen. That presented her with a very nice view of his ass, a look she hadn't gotten to see much, what with them facing off right off the start. She felt no shame in standing there, hands still on her hips, holding onto the sheet as she openly ogled his ass. And his thighs. And his back. And pretty much everything else. She felt something of a prod from her wolf, as if it was trying to get her to admit that they'd chosen well. Their mate was stacked.

It was hard to disagree, so she didn't bother for the moment, even if the idea of 'mate' still made her skin crawl. Her... interest, as it were, might be apparent in the sudden surge of pheromones that filled the cabin, a scent she couldn't help but was trying valiantly to ignore.]

[He's doing his best to stubbornly ignore her, but that scent of her rising interest for another round made something curl low in his belly and his wolf perk up with hungry, stupid interest. He twisted to sharply shoot her a look across his shoulder, features writ with annoyed disbelief, wondering just what the hell she was doing.

It became apparent very quickly from where her eye line was at.]

...Are you serious?

[Torn between being highly flattered and highly annoyed, he reached out and just ripped the damn curtains off the nearest window, intending to wrap them around himself, because this was just plain ridiculous.]

Mm?

[The question might not have distracted her, but the ripping of the curtains to pull around himself did, something that had a low growl slipping past her lips before she slammed them shut.]

Not my fault.

[No, she was blaming this entirely on her wolf. Her wolf who wanted to go run and pin him up against the wall, wanted to turn and rub herself against him, wanted to--]

Cover up more.

[Glowering at her as he tied the curtains in a knot along the side of his waist, he gestured back at her animatedly.]

You're going to act like I'm the only one promenading around here? You're not even wearing a top!

[His announcement made her look down, her arms crossing over herself reflexively before she remembered that she gave no fucks. Or wasn't supposed to. It had her moving to place her hands pointedly at her hips, holding her sheet in place as she walked towards him.]

And? You got a problem with breasts? It's 2017. Women parade in public. We breastfeed. We... enjoy beaches.

[The stammer was over the idea of breastfeeding, because her wolf was suddenly almost violently happy with the idea of her feeding a child at her bosom. Not happening.]

If you can walk around topless, so can I.

[He keeps looking awkwardly between her chest and her face, because it's hard to remember how angry he is with her being so distracting. And luscious. And distracting.]

I'm really not interested in getting a suffragette speech from you right now. It's not the bloody point!

Then what is?

[That was her wolf, pushing her to push back at him, making her step forward more, step into his space, looking up at him as if she was daring him to make an actual point.]

[He lifted his chin up, trying to affect a certain amount of lofty disinterest. With the amount of effort he had to put into keeping his face a blank it probably wasn't working.]

It's not about your sexual liberation, or whatever. I need you to get covered up for the same reason you need it of me. Don't be stupid about this.

You calling me stupid?

[Stupidly, ironically, she stepped into him, pushing at his chest with a finger, pheromones rising. It seemed whatever had stirred between them wasn't done. Not with the scent of him lingering on her. Not with her own scent wafting off him. Not with her wolf telling her it wasn't enough. Not yet.

Another shove.]

Maybe I'm a bit more capable of control than you are.

[Hardly, if the way she wanted to stroke her hand down his chest was anything to judge by.]

I really doubt that.

[His voice is gravelly, hoarse with the feelings of desire he's trying to shake. Yet still he manages to be sardonic, and superior, and annoyed in the look he gives her in response to those words.

He tilted his head back further as she got closer, as if that would somehow help keep her scent at bay. It doesn't. He shifted his weight more to his heels, much as he can do without actually moving back from her.

In response to the shoving, though, that pointed finger that seems to want to linger against his skin, he snatches out a hand to enclose on her wrist, trying to lift her up and back her away until he has her back against the cabin wall, him standing in front of her to try and pin her in place.]

You don't know what it means to be one of our kind. And that's dangerous. Your lack of awareness is only going to hurt you, if you insist on being so reckless. Especially with matters like this.

[If it had been anyone else, they would have been backhanded across the cabin. Maybe even through the wall. But he grabbed her wrist and backed her up against a wall and she felt herself throb between her legs. He pinned her there and her eyes went to his mouth, a flush spreading over her cheeks, down along her neck as she remembered how it had felt on her.

She had to blink herself back from being distracted, wrist still in his grip, his face snarling down at her with that smug superiority, and she laughed.]

So I'm a reckless asshole. I'm still here, aren't I? Not dead in a ditch somewhere. Seems to be working out fine for me. And this? There is no this. This is just... you. Doing something. You're doing some wolf trick and yeah, fine, I'm too human to figure it out. That doesn't make me the idiot.

How many times do I have to explain it to you? This is not some trick. And it's certainly not me. Do you think I ever wanted to feel this, towards anyone?

[There's fear and maybe even a tiny flickering note of desperation, buried beneath his anger at her, his cold impatience. It might be otherwise easily missed but it resonates a bit in the raggedness of his rising voice.

Briefly his grip on her tightens, a squeeze, before his wolf makes him stop. They can't hurt their mate. Not when they're supposed to be protecting her.]

I have no idea. I don't know you. I don't know your clan. There's only one wolf I do know and he's going to be dead as soon as I can manage it.

[She feels both the clench and the release, her wolf not the slightest bit irritated -- unlike her human part. She wanted to swat him in his stupid smug face. And then kiss it better.

... No. That wasn't... goddammit.]

[He huffs, impatient but confident in what he's saying.]

You're never going to be able to do it alone. You're a rogue wolf, love. You lack the strength you need, that you get from being part of a pack.

[She gave him a look. One, flat, bald look. Then she turned, right hand fisting as she punched it into the wall behind her. The wood cracked and broke. Sorry, Shaw. This cabin now had a hole in it.]

What was that you were saying about strength?

[He doesn't flinch. He good as expected she'd pull something like that, if anything he's surprised she didn't just take it out on him. Surprised and relieved.]

Not that kind of strength. I'm talking strength that only comes from community, from support.

[He leans in more, the hand not still holding her against the wall above her head so he can be right in her face, teeth showing as he talks.]

You were never able to break away from Kilgrave on your own, were you? None of you were. No matter how much you wanted it. Now why do you think that is?

[She was surprised. Not that he was in her face again, but that he hadn't gotten it. It made her laugh right back at him, something short and bitter.]

You think that has anything to do with strength? Community? Please. You don't have a goddamn idea what you're talking about. Or what it takes to get away from him. You still think this is just some goddamn wolf thing. It's not. It affects humans to, so explain that to me, mister fucking smartass.

You're the one who doesn't have a clue.

[He's showing teeth now, trying not to lose patience with her again, even as he clings to superiority.]

You want an explanation, fine. But you tell me something first. If you can't resist his power, if nobody can, then how exactly are you planning on going in there and taking him down?

I figured I'd just pick up a car and throw it at him. Or drop one from above. I don't need to have my hands on him. He needs to be taken by surprise, otherwise he'll throw someone else in the way, or one of his contingency plans would come into play. He's sneaky, not stupid. I'm the only one that knows him.

But hey, go right ahead and throw all your goddamn clan at him. Hope you enjoy being alone, because you'll be the only one left.

If I thought I could handle things alone I'd have walked away a long time ago. But unlike you, I was raised to understand our nature. And I know that a wolf on its own will always be weak.

[He emphasizes this word like it's the greatest sin one could have.]

Make a plan, fine. But you won't be able to carry it through on your own. You'll need help. You'll need us. We're your pack now. You're with me, and that's how it works.

Bullshit. I'm not just a wolf. I'm a fucking human too, and I'm just fine on my own.

[Not entirely true, but she liked to cling to that like it was. However, there was very real shock on her face when he said that last bit, eyes wide as she reached a hand between them and shoved.]

What the fuck did you just say? I don't have a pack. I'm not... no. This is just a fucking, literally, fling. This is two people doing... having... no. I don't care what some goddamn inner wolf says.

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