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I'll huff and I'll puff

☽✩ 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!
☽ Reply to others.
☾ 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 you have someone to guide you through it, either the person who bit you, or someone who's found you in the nick of time.
☽ 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 both at the bottom of the pack structure.
☽ Closer Than Family: The romantic and platonic lines are blurred. You honestly can't think of any reason why you shouldn't be mates, regardless of the pack structure or what your family thinks of your choice.
☾ 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

Werewolves - now with edited fillers on the cut-off prompts. Feel free to PM if you can find the original ones (I looked and couldn't).

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Don't have to.

[He gives Sam a long look, eyes more intent than the lazy slump of the rest of his body might give credit to.]

Like I said, you know more than me. I can play it however you want. Just think it might be useful.

Barely. I'm floundering my damn way through all of this too.

[And then there's a laugh as something occurs to him.]

You gonna make lion armor?

Excuse you, I'm going to make Voltron.

[Well. Probably not really. But Tony's grinning a little as he says it.]

Wasn't my first thought, no.

Might need a few more lions for that.

[But if it means he gets to pilot a flying robot lion, he is so up for that.]

So what was your first thought?

Honestly? Haven't really gotten there yet.

[He might still be trying to process the idea that he's going to turn into a giant cat. Maybe.]

It's a thing you can stop, right? Changing?

What, you've never watched a shitty werewolf movie before? Full moon comes, poof, you're a cat. Rest of the time, sure, you can be completely human, nobody's making you do anything.

[Although you try saying no when Steve decides to sit on you. It's more like self-preservation at that point.]

There are a lot of shitty werewolf movies. I wasn't going to make assumptions.

[But that does make things...well not easy, but at least easier to compartmentalize.]

So no missions during full moons. Noted.

[If it's taking awhile for Tony to realize what's happened to him, well, Sam's having the same trouble with what he's done. He's been glib enough about it so far - he saved Tony's life, didn't he? - but suddenly his shoulders slump, and he runs a hand over his head.]

Shit, Stark, I'm sorry. I saw you pinned like a goddamn bug on a card and I- I thought I had to do what I could to save you.

[Tony blinks once, slightly taken aback by the sudden apology. It's a little late for it now, but mostly he's wondering what prompted it in the first place.]

Like I'm going to complain about that? I wasn't exactly ready to die.

I just-

[There's no way to explain the emotion he's feeling right now. Sam isn't sure he understands it himself, just that the sheer enormity of the situation is starting to sink in. Maybe it's something he's shoved aside ever since Steve changed him in the first place, because honestly? He never had time to really cope with it himself, not in the middle of chasing Barnes and rooting out HYDRA cells.]

God, I don't even know. [Sam closes his eyes and tilts his head back.] Give me the bottle again.

[He gets a long look for that, but Tony does pass the bottle back. Well, more like scoots over to press the bottle to the side of Sam's head, since he's not exactly looking. And it seems like being closer wouldn't be the worst idea right now, since he seems to be having some kind of crisis.

He settles so that their shoulders are just touching, hopefully not too overbearing contact.]

Hey. Everybody's fine.

[Is Sam the quasi-alcoholic here? People in glass houses, yada yada. Sam cracks his eyes open enough to take the bottle, letting a long swig slide down his throat. Surprisingly, some of the tension leaves his shoulders when Tony presses against him - even before he started turning into a giant cat, Sam always liked physical contact.]

Depends on your definition of fine, but yeah.

[He wonders if Steve had felt like this after changing him, or if he'd just gone on in the Steve-like assumption that everything he did was right because he said so. And, yeah, Sam's glad he's not dead, but everything else...hell, even just knowing he can do this to other people is a heavy burden.]

Like you needed another reason to distance yourself from people.

[The observation slips out, maybe because of the bourbon. You can't be Sam and not notice things about other people, especially the ones he spends the most time around (and the ones collectively in need of a good therapist who is definitely not Sam).]

[Tony blinks once, caught off guard by the comment. Not that it isn't true, but people don't usually just...come out and say things like that. At least when they aren't screaming it at him because he'd managed to fuck up some facet of social interaction again.

But honestly, he's feeling to tired to get properly worked up over it, and Sam seems to be having a hard enough time at the moment. So all he does is give him a dry look and nudge his shoulder against Sam's lightly.]

Do I seem distant to you right now?

[Sam just nudges him right back and takes another drink.] Not physically distant.

[And the thing is, Tony's pretty free with touches - a hand on a shoulder here, a pat on the back there. Not to mention his entire reputation as Tony Stark. But that doesn't mean that the gestures mean anything.

(Although this, Sam can tell, is genuine, so he'll give him credit for that.)]

[And that is...fair, but also not really a time where Tony feels a need to be psychoanalyzed. When he rolls his eyes dramatically enough for Sam to be able to see it, there's at least humor in the expression.]

Yeah, well. Deal with that when we come to it. I notice it hasn't put you off anyway.

[Sam's shrug is loose-limbed enough to suggest that this is due partly to the booze - and, in fact, he moves a little closer.]

Giant cat, remember? I'm a tactile kinda guy.

[Like he wasn't even before that hahaha.]

Oh so you can use it as an excuse, I see how it is.

[But he just tucks his shoulder against Sam's, settling into the contact. Being physical does actually help, who would have thought.]

Just don't start licking me.

[Well, Sam hadn't thought about that, but he's just buzzed enough to lean in and lick a long, slow stripe up Tony's neck.]

Sorry, what was that?

[And Tony immediately shivers, strong enough that it catches him by surprise. Okay, so he might be a little keyed up.]

Very funny.

[Because it was a joke. Right?

[Sam knows he should move back, but there's something about Tony's scent that makes him stay there. Maybe it's just because it's changing, and part of him finds that fascinating. Maybe it's something else.]

Mmmhm.

[It's hummed against his skin. Sam'll move any moment now. Really.]

[He shivers again and lets out a sound that's not quite a laugh. Tony's not nervous exactly, not around Sam, but there's something here he's not catching the undertones of and it makes him shift a little oddly.]

Sam.

[It's not quite a warning. More just sort of trying to catch his attention.]

[The sound of his name makes him pull away, and when he looks up at Tony, the irises of his eyes shine gold around pupils blown wide and dark. He blinks slowly, catlike, and smiles.

And then he blinks again and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes for a moment to rub at them, swearing under his breath. Because that's totally the problem here, Wilson.]

Sorry, sorry, I- got distracted.

[There's a lingering feeling that he should have known better, a hint of guilt - and even deeper, the desire still curling in his gut.]

It's fine. I'm fine.

Are you?

[It's dry, even if there's a hint of uncertainty underneath. It's not like he doesn't know what they've been talking about, but having that otherness suddenly made very clear is making Tony's head spin a little. The last time, with the teeth, it's almost like a fever dream. He'd been in too much pain to really process it.

This is. A lot more real.]

I won't blame you if you aren't, you know. You don't always have to be the stable one.

[Sam isn't sure what's happening. He's spent plenty of time around Steve and never felt quite like this - yeah, sure, he's had his fair share of attraction and sexual frustration, but that kind of thing happened before Steve changed him, too. Something that's distinctly other is pushing him now, making him want to-

Well. It's too bad they're too manly for bubble baths, because Sam could sure use some bubbles right now.]

Someone's got to.

[He offers Tony a wry grin, but he doesn't exactly feel stable.]

[The look Tony shoots back at him is faintly amused, but it shifts to something more thoughtful as he gets a good look at him.]

Seriously. Are you okay?

[He wouldn't blame Sam at all for weird reactions to the adrenaline crash, but this is something he's not used to seeing from the man.]

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