You can rip trashy werewolf AUs from my cold, dead hands

[mirrormirrormeme]

☽✩ 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 ☽ 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 terrorist, 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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Max Rockatansky | ota

[namereclaimed]

[ all prompts are good, m/f and m/m equally welcome for shipping stuff. crosscanon cr always welcome, let me know if you want to work something out first! ]

sam wilson | mcu

[wingedman]

[hello please give me trash. open to born shifters and turned, either side of the equation.]

[suckstobestrange]

[Was Sam sleeping? Stephen sure as hell hoped so, given all he wanted to do at the moment was just stagger into the room and- well he was planning on easing down onto the bed to avoid waking his mate, but as exhausted as he was, it turned into more of a boneless collapse than anything.

The sorcerer didn't think he could sleep anytime soon, but the feeling of Sam's warmth at his back and the scent of him were more comforting than anything else the man could think of. Just what he needed. A few minutes of stillness and he'd be good. That's what he told himself at least.]

[wingedman]

[Sam had reluctantly agreed to Stephen's crazy outer space trip (thank you, Tony Stark, for the most ridiculous suggestion imaginable) because there really weren't any other options - because Stephen was going to do it no matter what he said, so it was better to just agree in the end, because then he'd at least have a way of keeping in touch with him.

Except things hadn't gone as planned, they'd lost contact, there might have been some yelling at a very stressed out and recently alive engineer. Sure, he knew Stephen was alive somewhere, but that wasn't reassuring, not when he was alone in the disturbingly magic-less Sanctum.

So maybe he had some trouble sleeping and some trouble shifting and alert meant that a sleeping man became an awake panther in a matter of seconds and-

And then the scent of Stephen filled his nose, and what might have been a mauling turned into grooming the sorcerer's hair. As you do.]

Hawke | Dragon Age | OTA

[da_champion]

[ leader of the most ragtag pack of werewolves ever. ]

[mewnifestos]

Some would probably call him pedantic, for kicking the dog out of bed when he's sleeping next to a werewolf. But Anders considers it practical. Sleeping between two two-ton bundles of fur and teeth would be hazardous to his physical health, as well as his mental, the risk of suffocating far too high. Either from simply being crushed, or aspirating too much bloody dog hair.

Besides, Hawke is usually only the hairier of the two a few nights out of the month. And, well - he has other saving graces, too.

The fact that he's far warmer and infinitely more pleasant to curl into at night than any fur-lined blanket, for one. Especially when the weather starts to turn. This far north, of course, it never reaches a truly Fereldan depth of chill, but Anders still appreciates it when he can wake up in those small, misty hours of the morning and find he hasn't frozen half over in his sleep. Even if it means he has to find himself half buried beneath a shaggy black mountain of wolf-man, instead. (He harbors no illusions that that's mostly his own doing, anyway, as prone as he is toward clinging, in his sleep. Though he'd never admit it.)

Still, it's a better way to wake up than alone - as he always fears he eventually will, on the nights Hawke leaves to hunt with the others. Anders isn't like them, can't exactly keep up. Which means he can't exactly protect Hawke all the time, either.

But it's better not to dwell on that, first thing in the morning. He has bigger, more immediate problems, anyway. Like how to get out from under the enormous, sleep-heavy arm draped over him without waking Hawke. Wiggling around futilely probably isn't the right answer, but he's making the effort, regardless.

[da_champion]

"What are you doing?" Hawke's voice is heavy with sleep and his arm hasn't moved a single inch but all that wiggling has clearly caught his attention. It's hard to wake after a night of hunting with the pack. He snuck in the mansion's hidden tunnels a few hours before dawn and immediately went to Anders in bed.

These things were important to Hawke's more bestial side. While he wasn't a wolf Hawke thought of him as pack and more importantly as mate. It just wasn't a good moon without at least a little time snuggled with his mate while something between man and wolf. The best nights were when Anders came with them. Hawke spent those nights bounding between racing ahead with the pack and then back to Anders to smother him with affection and then back to the pack.

He was a little annoyed that Anders was trying to get up early. Hawke liked it a lot better when they got a lot of sleep together. The magical curse-slash-gift that was his werewolf form gave him a great deal of physical power and resistances but it also drained him on the mornings after the moon. He wanted sleep and food and more sleep. Hopefully, no one in Kirkwall needed the Champion today.

More importantly, where did Anders think he was going? Hopefully not to the clinic because no. Nope. He was staying in bed with Hawke today. He should recognize that by now.

Gaius Worzel | The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel

[crosspear]

[In canon, he's a nomad, so I can either see him a born werewolf leaving his large pack and setting off on his own or as a turned werewolf looking for a pack. Men only for this, cross-canon loved. He'll be happy to have any kind of company.]

[roughlove]

[ The road to the next town cut a snakelike path through the low mountains and the deeply dense forest. Spruce and juniper and cypress made the air pleasantly fragrant, especially in the damp of early autumn, and piled stones made mile-markers every now and then.

A tributary to the river, high and fast-flowing, intersected the road ahead of Gaius; and not far was the distant noise of it gathering into a low waterfall. A stone bridge, old enough for moss to have grown thickly over the mortar, led to its other side...

But another dark-haired figure waited before it, leaning against the bridge railing and facing Gaius. A sword, scarred and scratched with use, sat with its point on the ground, leaned against the railing beside him, and his unornamented leather armor looked just as hard-used. A fellow werewolf, Gaius' senses would tell him. But he bore no scent of a pack, of others like himself. Just the musk of sweat and a little blood, stale ale, and the dark loam of the deep forest.

One corner of his mouth canted up in a savage smirk, and he tipped up his chin. ]

Shit, and I was just wondering if anyone would be coming! Hope you've got a few coins on you: you've gotta pay the toll if you wanna cross.

[crosspear]

[Even before being ‘turned’ close to a year ago, Gaius had a close connection with nature. Growing up in the remote areas of the mountains, far from any city, it’s an inevitable conclusion. The sounds of flowing water, the feel of the wind at his back, the scent of the air before it rains—he’s always been more intimate with these sensations than almost anything else.

It makes the sudden scent of ale so much sharper when it starts to pick at his nose just before Cain’s figure comes into view. He has no time to wonder whether or not there’s a drunkard in need of guidance in the woods ahead. The other scents all come in order. The scent of blood, then the scent of another werewolf, and then the scent of a man’s sweat. Notably, the scent of decomposing flesh is absent. Being a recently turned werewolf, one who suffered the bite while attending city for the first time to study at a real university, it makes him feel more uneasy than he’d like to be.]

Haha...I think I can handle that. [He shifts the bag on his shoulder, his face relaxed despite the uncertainty that looms over him. He doesn’t reach for his spear as he walks closer. Using it has felt...different ever since that day. On days close to the full moon, his spear feels more like a prop than anything else.] I don’t have any ale, but I’ve got food, too...if you haven’t felt up to hunting.

[It’s a cautious, maybe even friendly way of acknowledging what they both are. Up close, the lack of ‘pack scent’ is more apparent, and his mind floods with possibilities. Maybe this man is dangerous, an exile. Gaius carries the same scent himself, along with the scent of recently dried meat, salt, sweat, and a floral scent that comes with bathing with shampoo earlier in the day.]

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | m/m

[snarkycomments]

Jacob Frye | Assassin's Creed: Syndicate / m/m preferred

[nothinglikefather]

Derek Lockwood | Original | OTA

[doctricis]

[weekend_avenger]

"Wow and they say I'm a mess." Clint's head appears over the edge of the pool, then up to the broken skylight that he'd last seen their medic crashing through after they'd dropped from the chopper and onto the roof of their rendezvous point.

In fairness, he'd almost ended up making the same mistake, no one could have guessed that there was a window under that tarp (well, Nat probably had, because she'd dropped several feet away with an unfair sort of grace while Clint banged his knee against the concrete and Derek disappeared.)

It had taken a minute to repel down to him, his heart finally settling back from where it had been lodged in his throat at the moment of panic before the splash and he fully realized what had happened. If it had been him with his luck, there probably wouldn't have been any water in that swimming pool. (or there would have been like... sharks.)

Clint tugs off his helmet and strips out of his flight jacket before leaning further over the edge to offer the poor wet puppy a hand up. "I think we have to check in before they let us use the amenities." He won't tease him too much, god knows he's the hapless one in the pack.

[doctricis]

"You are. You just got lucky this time." A quick splash at Clint was the only playful bite he had. He would have brought trunks if he knew he'd end up going for a swim.

As soon as Derek's legs hit glass with enough force that he hears it crack and not solid ground, he knew he'd be in trouble as soon as it gave away, there was a definite moment of pure panic as he fell. Spotting that there was a large enough pool to catch his fall, there was barely any time to suck in a breath before he plunges into the water.

He sinks to the bottom fairly quickly, thanking whatever higher power that there was actually water here and that he fell in the deeper end of it. Pushing off the pool floor, he quickly breaks the surface enough for a series a coughs to rack through him.

Its a slow swim to the edge, where Clint was waiting, "What they don't know, won't hurt them." His sides hurt from couching out the water he somehow managed to inhale on impact. Derek takes Clint's hand when its offered as he pulls himself out of the pool, kneeling on the edge for a moment. "And this is why I prefer staying on the sidelines and out of the action." It takes him a sec to get to his feet, feeling weighed down by his soaked clothes and gear.

Isaac Lahey | Teen Wolf

[claustrophobic_beta]

Brock Rumlow | MCU | OTA

[orderedpain]

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[raccooned]

[orderedpain]

Are you fine with Brock?

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

Evie Montgomery | OC | F/M

[la_bonne_chose]

Stiles Stilinski / Teen Wolf / M/M

[runningwithwolves]

Duo Maxwell / Gundam Wing / M/M

[deathsangel]

Tifa Lockhart / Final Fantasy VII / M/F

[mylockedheart]