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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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Well I could try my hand at being a lovable stray. [He's clearly joking, as he says that. And also just...being an ass.

He has to smile at her narrowly. Maybe the growl wasn't aloud but he can sense something anyway. A note of disapproval from within her, he thinks.]

Why? Would that make you jealous?

No.

[YES! She scowled at the almost scream in her head, moving a little more away from him.]

I don't do jealous. There's nothing to be jealous about. You can screw whoever you want. So can I.

[There was a part of her that knew saying that was a mistake. He was fully on board with this being a 'thing', and for all she knew, he might be jealous. He seemed to listen to his wolf more than she did.]

[Well that gets an eyebrow raise. Also he's still smirking at her.]

I was talking about getting somebody to buy me dinner. You jump instantly to sex? Interesting.

[That earned him a glare and she moved to stand, reaching over for her bag to throw over her shoulder.]

Fine. Do whatever you want, Romeo. I'm going to hit the town, get food, then get the fuck out of this place. I have places to be that aren't here. You really need to go back to wherever you came from. I mean it.

Love to. Can't. Unless you're coming with me.

[Sighing he uses the tree to brace himself again as he carefully stands as well.]

Getting real tired of repeating myself, by the way.

Not as tired as I am of hearing it.

[And though she's trying not to, she's watching him as he gets up, seeing if he's ready to walk yet and having a feeling he wasn't. Which was just... frustrating, adding to her already tangled set of feelings about him, which she was hoping would just simplify by him going away.

Her wolf told her she was full of shit. There was another mental argument between the two halves of herself.]

What can I do to get you to believe this isn't... whatever you think it is?

I have no idea, honestly.

[His feet are killing him but he knows he can tough it out and walk like this if he has to. Standing is less of an issue. He folds his arms and settles back again against the trunk of the tree.]

I can feel it. If you're going to try and say you can't, then frankly, I know you're lying. Or in denial. Whichever.

Either way if you keep trying to walk away from me I'm going to keep being compelled to follow. Otherwise I'd be tempted to see how long you can resist coming back to me, if you try to leave. That would certainly prove my point. But right now it seems like I'll keep giving in first.

[Which is pissing him off more than a little, honestly. But it's probably just that he knows better than to try and fight it, the way that she is.]

[It could be a mix of things. She's human born, not wolf. She's not exactly fully sure of anything she can do, of what it means to be a wolf or part of a pack. And she's spent the better part of a year struggling against Kilgrave. She's used to fighting, or trying to fight, a compulsion. Whatever is tying them together might well be real, but it's easier to ignore than Kilgrave ever was.]

So what, you're saying that this thing can't be broken? For how long? What, till the next full moon? Do I have to deal with you breathing down my neck until then?

[Deep in the back of her mind, she knew the answer already, but she was starting to panic a little, starting to realize she might be trapped.]

Jesus, sit the fuck down. I'm not going to make you walk on bloody goddamn feet.

Give it an hour, maybe less. They'll heal.

[He doesn't sit. Tries to project no expression but his arms fold a little tighter at her indignant line of questioning. Does she really not get it yet?

Inside his wolf growls resentfully, even as its tail and ears slump. Why is his mate rejecting him? He knows that she wants him. He can smell it all over her.]

We're mates, Jessica. Matched by...something. I don't think this wears off. That's never the way that I've heard it described.

I don't--

[She cut herself off, her own wolf snarling at her at the thought that was in her head. She did understand. She just didn't want it to be true. And her wolf was picking up on that agitation, getting angry at Jessica for intentionally hurting her mate when the wolf had accepted both man and wolf as their other half.

Jessica's hands went up to her head and she let out a snarl of her own.]

God, would you just shut up?!

[It wasn't directed at Shaw, clearly so. She glanced up at Owen, eyes bleeding to that amber shade as she struggled with her wolf.]

I hate this bullshit. All of it. All of you. All of them. I just want to be alone.

[He's alarmed to see her act this way, and it's not entirely his wolf that feels it either. Normally it's the recently turned that lose control of themselves and act crazy like this. But even if she's not wolf born, he knows she's been this way for...years, probably.

He takes about half a step forward, hand raising automatically to reach out toward her.]

We don't really get that choice. Even when you're alone, by yourself, you're never...alone. The wolf, the inner beast, is always with you.

Not until that asshole came along.

[She snarls again, then stops herself when she sees him reaching for her. He looks... concerned, and it almost has her laughing.]

God, you don't get it, do you? I was fine until that piece of shit came into my life. I was me. It was just something I had to deal with once a month when I woke up naked in some weird place. That's it. I was... happy. Ish.

You only changed during the full moon? [He frowns at her, taken aback almost.] God, what did you do with yourself the rest of the time. I could never imagine pretending that my wolf wasn't there. Pretending to just be...some human.

I was human. I kept my head down, did shitty jobs, and lived by myself. Away from wolves.

[Maybe now he'll get it. Get why she thinks this is all bullshit. Get why she's fighting so hard against it.]

Shit.

[Honestly, he's not sure if he wants to be impressed, revolted, or horrified. Maybe some mix of all three.]

I was born like this. I've always been a wolf. It's my whole family, going back in the blood for generations. Mum's side even likes to claim they're descended from the wolves of Ossory. [He says, like everyone's supposed to know what that even means.] Seems like it would be more trouble than it's worth, trying to deny that part of yourself.

My family got ripped to pieces by some rabid werewolf and I got out of it like this. I wasn't looking to go find another bunch of snarling furfaces to camp out with and make s'mores. As far as I was concerned, you were all monsters.

[She looked down at her hands, her wolf and her finally in agreement over something.]

Kilgrave didn't exactly change that impression.

[He doesn't know what to say to that, right off at first. Truth is he normally likes being thought of as a monster, by humans. Adds to the feeling of power and superiority.

But that's not like the way she says it. Like they're something...unclean.]

What, you think we're not worth associating with? Like you're so much better?

I'm shit and I know it, but I don't run around eating children. I barely associate with anyone. What makes you think my exclusion of hanging out and having fun only extends to wolves? Ego, much?

It was the way you said it. [He's outright scowling at her right now, his expression dark.] You think being a werewolf is such a bad thing, do you? Admit it.

[She gave him a look of incredulity.]

Are you serious right now? Of course I do. I've had nothing but shit since I got attacked. Running around with a psychotic werewolf hadn't exactly changed my attitude about fucking werewolves. Why do you think I'd want this?

[It's not like he can, exactly, disagree with her perspective. But to him it's the principle of the thing. That look on his face still doesn't go away.]

I wonder then what that makes you think of me. [Cool, judgmental, and basically trying to pick a fight.]

That you're a boneheaded idiot who's too busy thinking with his dick to see that following me is a bad idea and you have some stupid, stubborn sense of... whatever that's making you decide to-- I said shut up!

[Her hand went up to her head, the snarl turning into a wince as her wolf made her opinion on what she was doing very well known. Painfully so. The growling howl felt like it was echoing around in her skull and Jessica crouched down, bracing her hands on the ground to try to steady herself.]

This isn't just some sex thing. If you can't see that, then you're the one who's off! That's you thinking like a human, when-

[He was trying to shout over her, until she started to break down like that. Though he's still mad and it shows in his frown he leaves the support of the tree anyway, coming closer to her. Not crouching to her level but leaning forward slightly to try and peer at her face.]

Hey. Listen to me. Stop fighting with her like that. You're only gonna make it worse.

I am a human... Mostly.

[She dug her fingers into the ground, feeling dirt and grit press against them, the scent of fresh earth wafting up to her.]

I really thought you would have gotten it. Just because I got bit doesn't mean I'm a wolf. I don't know what I am.

[The last sentence was softer, trailing off as she crouched closer to the ground, settling in on her knees and just curling over herself. The part that was pissing her off so much was that it wasn't just her wolf telling her he was right. She could feel it, that... whatever it was. That thing that sparked along her skin when he was around, making her anticipate his touch, making her want it. She breathed in the scent of earth to cover his scent, because her wolf liked the smell and taste of him. The human liked it too, along with the way he felt. Even just when he'd grabbed her wrist, there'd been a tingling there.

And she was still in heat and it was impossible to think through. Maybe if she just lay there, everything would go away.]

You should know the answer to that. If you'd been taken in properly, taught by an actual pack...

[He trails off, and huffs. Lecturing her isn't going to help either of them right now. He examines her from his spot, shakes his head with a long sigh. She's upset and he wants to help, for reasons that annoy him but he can't be bothered to fight with.

But he doesn't know her. And she's radiating a low level hostility from about every pore.

He gets down, slowly, careful not to move towards her too suddenly. He keeps enough distance so that hopefully she won't feel boxed in. He knows she's feeling physical desire, because of course he's feeling that too. There's nothing he can do about that though.]

Jessica. Look at me.

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