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idk why but when talking batfam a/b/o designations, alpha jason just doesnt seem right
like, on the surface it makes sense - hes an "angry aggressive guy" and fits really well into what fandom thinks of alpha characters (also characters that top)
but that just doesnt feel correct. jaylad needs to have to suffer through periods (ie heats lol)
Alpha characters shouldn't all be angry aggressive people! Let them buck that stereotype sometimes! I promise the writing will still be interesting. Let the omegas be the vicious ones every once in a while -- or the betas. Let the betas get into a dominance fight/challenge and prove to everyone why they're the center of packs!
Jason has always been sensitive and protective of children. Omega makes a lot of sense for him, especially if you view his aggressiveness as protective/defensive.
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Hi, I really like your blog and the fact that it seems that I can always find what I need when I want to read a specific type of fic. But I wanted to know if you know any Fics that are similar to "Pack Wars by miss_aphelion" I would appreciate if you could find something that showcase the pack actually talking things out than like keeping everything in that messes them up.
Let's see.
Pack Wars by miss_aphelion
(31/31 I 158,621 I Mature I Sterek)
Scott liked to call it the Great Pack Divide of 2012.
Derek liked to call Scott an idiot.
(Or the one where Derek kidnaps Stiles to teach Scott a lesson, and ends up learning a few things himself)
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Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain
(1/1 I 35,197 I Teen I Sterek)
“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.”
“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly.
Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding:
DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him
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Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.
There's Monsters at Home by calrissian18
(6/6 I 83,600 I Explicit I Sterek)
“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.
The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”
Derek despised him.
I know that you love me, even when I lose my head by LunaCanisLupus_22
(13/13 I 135,585 I Explicit I Sterek)
“We’re not mates, Cora,” he insists. “I mean look at him-“
“Ouch,” the kid says, no longer pushing that shit eating grin.
“He’s- he’s,” Derek tries, at a loss of how to explain why this can’t be possible. Why it shouldn’t be possible.
Or the one where Derek gets attacked by hunters, ends up with amnesia and forgets Stiles is his mate
Adult Wolf by KouriArashi
(56/56 I 232,475 I Teen I Sheriff/Peter)
As if Sheriff Stilinski doesn't have enough to deal with, now he's been attacked by some enormous dog in the forest, and that's normal compared to what happens next...
Re-telling of seasons 1-3B with Sheriff Stilinski being bitten instead of Scott.
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hi!!! I love your writings so much, especially the fic, “morality disgrace us now (entertain and take a bow)” I love reading platonic omega Jason and I love love loveeee how you did Bruce and Dick in this fic. At the bottom you wrote about Jason meeting Tim and immediately taking a liking to him. I was perhaps wondering if you could go more into detail? Jason being dragged by the scruff back home because “he’s fine obviously!!” And then meets Tim and just immediately goes “Pup!” And perhaps a little drabble about how dick and bruce refuse to leave him out of their sight and his growing annoyance to just want to cuddle with Tim. All platonic haha ? I love the omega Jason troupe where he just wants to live his life but he has his whole family on his ass all the time just trying to show their love. Just a thought, sorry for rambling !
Here‘s a little scene for that 💚💚💚
#alpha beta omega#pack dynamics#jason todd#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#batfamily#robin#tim drake#tim drake and jason todd#red hood#batman#fic rec#Update
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I wanna give y’all some pack lore! I’ve been really into packs recently and I need someone to talk to about it. You may be asking yourself why not go to the discord where people can respond? Well, I wanna make my thoughts official on the official blog.
-There are 3 main roles in a pack: the pack alpha, the pack beta, and the pack omega. A lot of packs don’t usually have a pack beta, but pack betas make their lives much easier.
-To be in a fully mated pack, everyone gets a bite from the pack alpha, and then they can communicate through the bond instead of verbally.
-Usually multiple packs get together and form a large safety pack, but not everyone is bonded. They usually choose a pack alpha for all of the packs, but that’s usually only for the other pack alphas to listen to.
-Pack alphas provide safety and protection to the pack and can comfort other alphas in the pack much easier. They’re usually the most dominant ones and can get aggressive easily.
-Pack betas focus on the harmony of the pack. They’re the ones most focused on the emotional state of the pack. They know when things are going amiss and can settle it quickly.
-Pack omegas bring nurturing and calmness to the pack. There can only be one omega per pack because they’re extremely territorial and aggressive when it comes to their pack, unless the omega was bonded to another omega(s) before joining the pack.
-Usually most mated packs have anywhere from 2-10 alphas and betas and 1 omega.
-Of course monogamy exists in this world too, but I’m speaking mostly on polyamorous packs.
-Mated packs overrule safety packs most of the time. If a pack alpha of a mated pack says it’s too dangerous for his pack members, the safety pack alpha has to reevaluate the situation.
I have a lot more I want to add to this but I have to get my thoughts together more. Let me know if y’all think this is interesting, or not. It’s my blog and I’ll cry if I want to.
-OM
#omegaverse#omega mod#alpha/beta/omega#a/b/o universe#a/b/o rp#alpha/beta/omega verse#omegaverse rp#omegaverse headcanons#a/b/o pack#pack dynamics#pack headcanons#a/b/o headcanon#a/b/o blog#a/b/o
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I imagine the day after a full moon, walking up to the pack all cuddled up together in a puppy pile. Shifters are so used to nudity they don't care, and they're so tired after last night's ordeal they just flop over any old where and get close together for warmth.
What if they had dens? What if this was a way of life? Just a massive, comfortable foam plush floor room, piled high with furs and pillows. Finding a place at the end of the day to rest, avoiding elbows and knees. All fights are left at the door, everyone is welcome. No clan politics, just sleep. And the comfort of one another.
#werewolf#monster#monster imagine#monster boyfriend#teratophillia#my writing#writeblr#cuddles#cuddling & snuggling#family#pack dynamics#shapeshifter
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R: "Sirius, put down the camera..."
S: "Moony, shut up and pose, our Teddy is going to love that photo when he grows up."
...or: the universe where the pack has a happy life together 🥰🥰🥰🥰
If you click to zoom on the wedding bands you'll notice the rune "As". I was trying to find some info online about Sirius' tattoos, given that I remembered one of them was supposed to represent "grey wolf" or something other werewolf\animagus related. And guess what? No rune of the Older or Younger Futhark has ever been connected to a wolf, soooo... This is artistic interpretation of rune "As" being related to Odin, who had wolf familiars as well as crows. And it kiiiiinda resembles the symbol movie Sirius has tattooed below his clavicles, and since it was HIS idea to have the pack rings made just before Remus proposed to Dora...
Right now all four of them just wears one, with Dora and Remus having theirs engraved on the inside with a phrase "no night alone".
#remadora#remus lupin#dora tonks#pack polycule#pack dynamics#you know Sirius is always calling Teddy “our Teddy”#occamy-art
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Hi!!! Thank you for all of your hard work, it's incredible! I have discovered so many great fics from your blog. I was hoping you could help me find a fic I barely remember.
Derek was the Alpha and I believe most or all of the pack was there. They have settled into a real pack and another pack is visiting them. I think maybe they were wanting to court someone from the pack. The scene I remember the most takes place in the kitchen and one of the visiting wolves get too close or grabs Stiles. And I believe Derek throws them out.
Or just any other fics where another pack comes to visit the Hale pack. Thank you!!
Hey! I think this is the right one. There are a few more here.
Possessiveness, Miscommunication and Jealousy by Moonbeam (luvsbitca) | 51.7K
Some people from Derek’s life before the show come to visit and none of the pack are happy about it, especially when one of them starts picking on Stiles.
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I feel like pack cuddling is so underrated !! yea yea heats ruts knots- CUDDLING !!
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🌙 lore: pack structure
Not all packs have a strict structure—especially small, new packs. However, most packs will usually have a Pack Head and a Pack Heart—and possibly a Pack Hand, or two, depending on pack size.
A Pack Head sets the rules and standards of behavior the rest of the pack is meant to live by—and enforces them, too, when necessary. They are the pack’s primary protector. A threat or challenge to the pack is a threat or challenge to the Head, and they decide how to handle it. If an individual pack member is challenged, the Head can take it in their stead, though this can have social ramifications for the one challenged. Their home, if the pack lives separately, is also where the pack nest is kept.
A Pack Hand has many duties, which is why there is often more than one of them, especially in larger packs. They are arbitrators, settling intrapack disputes. Negotiators, brokering peace between packs. They help the Head judge if a rule has been broken, and enforce it if necessary.
A Pack Heart often provides emotional support for pack members—whether through a listening ear, a comforting word, or hugs/kisses. They encourage cooperation, and often have the easiest time coordinating the pack. Many of them are also responsible for pack bonds, as well. While anyone can create one, it’s often up to the Heart to approve it—or, in the case of serious rule violation, up to them to remove it. (And, in more traditional packs, it’s often up to them to approve or arrange mate matches, as well.)
Each role may also take a Secondary or apprentice, who they train as a replacement, and—after a certain amount of training—can perform their duties in their stead.
Traditionally, a Pack Head was an Alpha; a Pack Hand was an Alpha or Beta; and a Pack Heart was an Omega. Modern packs are less dynamic restrictive, though.
Outside of these roles, however, pack members all share the same responsibility: to protect and provide for their pack, however comes best to them. Though in some packs certain tasks (pup-rearing, working, cleaning, cooking, etc) are segregated between dynamics, for the most part they are split equally between each.
#omegaverse#omegaverse headcanons#a/b/o#a/b/o headcanons#alpha#beta#omega#pack dynamics#behaviors#my lore#🌙
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Steve x Eddie Werewolf AU
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Not that you need to read any of that to get it because this skips ahead after the Vecna battle, Steve uses a pack mating bond to save Eddie and all you need to know past that is there is like, romance novel type werewolves (not A/B/O) and also Alexi’s alive.
Steve’s wolf has always accepted Hopper as a father figure, allowing the older man’s pack to slot easily over Steve’s larger one due to the bonds both the children involved have with their parents, and how the overwhelming majority of his pack views Hopper as a trusted, beloved elder.
Absolutely, Steve is their Alpha, the wolf in charge of their Pack. There is no question there, no argument (particularly since the children’s original pack had all but harassed Steve into taking up the role) but as does happen with werewolves, the human and wolf halves mixed to create sort of in between, combined culture. Within it, parental figures can easily hold ties to their own children, no matter if they were in different packs.
Not that things still didn’t end in bloody fights, but as with most things, werewolves had, at large, contingencies in place to prevent dominance fights in modern times.
Steve had always respected that, respected Hopper, more so than any other adult he knew beyond perhaps Joyce.
A fact that made this display all the more startling.
“Hopper.”
The words crackle with power, werewolf dominance and pack magic flooding the kitchen.
Murray sucked in a breath while Alexi outright shuddered, more affected by it than Eddie and Hopper. The latter two still look over in surprise as Steve stalks in.
The movement is predatory, almost inhuman, and no one needed to see Steve’s gold eyes to figure out that it was his wolf in control.
He moved fast, faster than he should be with his injuries, to come to rest with his back in front of Eddie. It’s an aggressive, protective, stance, fury rolling off him in waves along with the blatant display of pack magic.
“Why are you harassing my mate?” Steve outright snarled, and there is not a person in the room who has ever heard him sound so unfriendly.
For a moment everyone freezes.
“I’m making sure Eddie knows what’s important.” Hopper responded after a long moment. “--for the safety of both our packs.”
He’s holding his stare, looking Steve straight in the eyes.
Challenging him.
It’s the wrong move.
Murray shifted slightly in front of Alexi, both their heads ping-ponging between Steve and Hopper.
Eddie himself sucked in a quiet breath but tries to keep his own emotions down-the last thing they need is Steve and Hopper have a blowout fight in the kitchen.
Not when Steve’s wolf was in charge.
Steve Harrington the human fought only to inconvenience. He lost fights due to the fact that he didn’t want to permanently harm the people he often fought against. He hated killing, refused to physically punish his packmates in the style many traditional werewolves preferred, and as a whole let even the most submissive of his pack boss him around.
Steve Harrington the wolf fought to kill.
No hesitation, no pulled punches.
Just death.
The noise that ripped its way out of Steve’s chest is inhuman. “Eddie is mine. You have no right to him, or to question my decisions.”
The way his wolf speaks is strangely formal, almost royal. Not the choked, half-formed sentences many wolves speak in when taking over in human form, wolf understanding incompatible with human languages.
He doesn’t have to see Steve’s eyes to see the warning in them. “You’ve overstepped.”
“It’s okay.” Eddie said quietly, trying to head this off before it gets worse. It’s his fault, he realizes with horror, that Steve is out here now. He had been the one to lose control, to tease and taunt Hopper as was his usual defense when being read the riot act.
It was second nature to him, a layer of defense. Words couldn’t hurt if he didn’t let him. People wouldn’t betray him if he forced their intentions towards him out in the open.
Except this was Chief Jim Hopper, legendary Hawkins hero and father figure to the vast majority of his shiny new pack.
Including the man who had decided that someone as worthless as Eddie was worth claiming as his mate.
He’d let his emotions get the better of him, goaded Hopper into saying shit that frankly, wasn’t even close to the worst that had ever been thrown at him, even before the entire satanist-cult-murderer business.
Got his own stupid feelings hurt in the process, because he somehow had led himself to believe this adult, the fucking Chief of Police, who was well acquainted with his shitty parents and had arrested Eddie himself on a half-dozen occasions for everything ranging from petty theft to selling drugs, and who had been stuck in a Russian prison and fighting away from Eddie entirely, would believe that he was a good addition for Steve’s pack.
The same pack his daughter was in (and if looks were to go by, his step-sons as well.)
Nevermind all the children he’d been defending from this bullshit for ages.
“Steve, it’s okay.” He stresses, hesitantly reaching out to put a hand on his mate’s shoulder.
The younger wolf doesn’t acknowledge him.
Hopper’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of his wolf’s green starting to show around his pupils.
“Think it’s time we all cool off. Maybe not have a pissing match in Joyce’s kitchen?” Murray’s voice is uncharacteristically devoid of its usual crazed energy, but Eddie’s got to give the man points for trying.
The dude’s a weird one, in a way that Eddie almost feels a strange kinship with. Unlike Murray though, Eddie’s got a dominant streak in him that makes him do more than just taunt and poke. It makes him strut, flaunt, throw things in people’s faces.
Murray is smart enough to not give in to that half of himself-or perhaps, simply doesn’t have that same need to display his dominance in new and confounding ways.
“Shut up Murray.” Is Hopper’s reply, voice hard.
Steve manages to tense even further, muscles in his arms and neck flexing to make themselves known. For a moment his fingers blur in and out-Eddie catches the movement and tugs hard at Steve's shirt.
Somehow he knows that If Steve shifts at all, even just to get his claws out, it’s game over.
There won’t be any going back once they fight. Not when they're like this. Not when Steve’s told him that Hopper and Steve have never fought before, and the kids are thankful for it. The dynamic the two packs have, the familiar bond between them keeping the peace-they need that.
Tears try to burn their way out of Eddie as he once again finds himself on the edge of ruining everything for everyone else around him.
‘Maybe I am the devil,’ He thought hysterically, ‘--set here on earth to destroy everything around me.’
Hopper spotted the collection of power as it shifted down to Steve’s hands. His back straightened, shoulders going tense and Eddie knows he’s about to step forward, is trying desperately to figure out a way to stop this, when Jonathan bumbles dead into their midst.
He’s sleepy, hair a mess, sweatpants riding low on his hips and shirt slightly off one shoulder. The calmness that comes with him is the kind only an Omega wolf can pull, blanketing over the building anger in Hopper and blatant rage from Steve.
“Mornin.” He mumbled, before he opened his mouth in a yawn, lazily opening a cabinet next to Steve and Eddie. He pulls out a cup, fills it with water, movements slow and deliberate.
Eddie’s eyes go wide.
This is their pack Omega. Sure okay, he was one of their best fighters according to literally everyone else (not that Eddie would know, he hasn’t been around the guy long enough to tell much about him) but the fact remained: Omega’s were rare. Precious.
Protected.
And he was putting himself directly in harm’s way.
“Byers.” He managed to get the warning out, voice half strangled.
Hopper’s eyes snap to Eddie, a wave of protectiveness flowing forward in that sort of scent/magic/posture/positioning way their wolf halves spoke to one another.
It was a response clearly made over Jonathan, which definitely meant that dating or not, he’d decided to consider the kid a one of his own.
Steve shortly came to the exact same conclusion and as expected, considering the elder-Byers was his Pack’s Omega, reacted poorly.
Very poorly.
Power took visible form, cackling outwards from his eyes and down around his hands, dancing across his fingers. The blur was back, not quite yet shifting fingernails into claws but it was a close thing.
Hopper raised his lips in a snarl, fangs already formed. Eddie felt panic rise fast within him, hand still clutching Steve’s shirt. Watched as Murray shoved Alexi further back into the wall, in preparation of getting the more submissive wolf out of the way and Jonathan-
Jonathan fucking sighed, before dropping his entire body weight against Steve, leaning on him while preventing any movement form either angry Alpha for risk of hitting him if they fought.
One again, every single person in the room froze.
Byers took a noisey sip of water before raising his eyes to stare to the left of Hopper’s.
“Could we not do this today?” He said quietly, that Omega calmness solidifying into a blanket-like feeling.
There was a moment so tense Eddie could taste it, before Steve’s wolf released the power he’d drawn, the visible electric-like energy easing before disappearing entirely.
“Everyone is still nursing injuries and I kinda think the kids would prefer a day where they didn’t have to see blood everywhere.” He continued, soft voice sounding annoyed.
Eddie could feel the undercurrent of Jonathan’s own abilities pulsing outwards. Soothing things over, easing bloodlust and anger both.
His head rolled, eyes flicking from Hopper to Steve. “And personally, I’d like to go back to bed with my packmates.”
Over the Pack-Bond he added, ::Who shouldn’t be out of bed with their injuries.::
It was a fond chastisement that in any other scenario would have made Eddie smile.
Hopper opened his mouth, only to be beaten when another voice jumped into the fray.
Joyce Byers, mother figure of Steve’s pack and second in command of Hopper’s (if not currently his mate, Eddie was very unclear on that dynamic) strode into the kitchen, hands on her hips.
“What is happening here?” She demanded, her own Omega abilities matching smoothly with Jonathan’s as she came to stand in between Steve and Hopper.
Eddie had met her a few more times than he had Hopper, enough to know that the Byer’s ability to churn out Omega’s was particularly strong considering Joyce was also one.
Will hadn’t taken on any similar abilities, not yet, but the kid was extremely submissive in nature and there was a going bet about it being just a matter of time before he too, came up as an Omega wolf.
Joyce took in the scene in her kitchen with narrowed eyes. They landed on her eldest son for a moment, the two of them no doubt communicating silently in that way parents and kids often did, before she continued.
“Hopper, why are you cornering three of my kids?” She demanded, rounding on her pack leader..
Eddie damn near fell into Steve at the words, he flinched so hard.
Apparently, the claim startled Hopper too. “I-” He began but Joyce flickered her hand out, cutting him off.
“Are you seriously trying to start a fight in my kitchen? Barely a few days after all the-the crazy shit happened!?” Her voice raised in pitch, her own anger joining the fray, but unlike other werewolves, Joyce’s had the distinct ability to make everyone involved feel deeply, deeply ashamed.
Eddie certainly did, for starting this whole mess.
‘You knew you weren’t good enough for them.’ His inner voice whispered. ‘You should have done more to convince them you were nothing but a fucking mess. They never should have allowed you to join their pack.’
“I’m trying to be a good parent here, Joyce.” Hopper grit out but it was aimed entirely at her, his attention falling away from Steve. “I have arrested Munson more times than I can count, and while it’s one thing to give the kid a pass now and then it’s another when the kids are involved!”
Jonathan sighed as the two began to bicker, Joyce physically advancing on Hopper with a wagging finger.
“I cannot believe you’d be this stupid-!” She was saying, and though it was aimed at the older man she might as well have said it to Eddie too.
He’d been stupid.
So fucking stupid.
“Mate.” Steve said firmly, making him flinch again and Joyce pause. “Whatever he said to you isn’t true.”
It was spoken to Hopper, though Eddie realized instantly after watching Joyce’s face darken in realization that it wasn’t said just for the Chief to hear.
Stve’s wolf apparently, was just as cunning as his human half was.
Their Alpha turned slowly, letting Jonathan fall gently into his chest before the other man righted himself, the two of them shielding Eddie with their bodies as Steve put his hands on either side of Eddie’s hips, palms flat on the counter.
“None of it is true.” He repeated firmly, wolf gold staring directly at him.
Eddie gulped, looked away.
“Okay.” He whispered, when it was clear Steve’s wolf wanted an answer.
He could tell he was being scrutinized. Figured if he cried now, hed’ ruin all the peace Jonathan and Joyce had just brought them.
So he cleared his throat, and mumbled a second time, “Okay.”
That seemed to satisfy.
“Guys, seriously.” Jonathan complained, leaning into their space slightly, pushing that quiet calm forward. “Can we go back to bed now?”
Steve huffed. In a very uncharacteristic gesture, he leaned across Eddie’s lap to press a chaste kiss to Jonathan’s cheek. It was probably the closest thing a human had to a wolf’s lick, intention wise, which was the only potential reason behind it Eddie’s brain could come up with before it damn near stalled out at the sight.
“Come, Mate. Our Omega wants to sleep.” Steve gently pulled Eddie off the counter, the other boy’s breath whooshing out in surprise. Eddie barely caught the blush that inflamed Jonathan’s face before as he was pulled right into Steve’s broad chest.
Did definitely catch the way Steve curled one arm possessively around his waist, before reaching out to touch Byer’s arm for no reason Eddie could figure out. He positioned him so that Eddie was between the two younger wolves, Jonathan closest to his mother and Hopper, the arm wrapped around him never leaving (and likely there in case Steve needed to pull him out of the way, behind him.)
“Go back to bed kids.” Joyce called over her shoulder, giving the three of them a gentle, mothering smile, one finger pressed firmly into Hopper’s chest as if to hold him still. “Call me if you need anything.”
“Okay mom.” Jonathan mumbled, and yup, his face was positively burning.
Eddie tucked that reaction away for later, as Steve and Jonathan both started forward, tugging him along between them.
They didn’t even make it all the way down the hall before the argument between Joyce and Hopper resumed, in a kind of hushed yelling that said they were trying to be quiet and not quite succeeding.
“What on earth possessed you-” was the starting words from Joyce at the same time Hopper whisper-shouted;
“I was handling it-”
Alexi’s quiet, musical laughter and Murray’s loud, deadpanned. “Clearly not.” followed.
Jonathan and Steve led him back to Jonathan’s room. A handful of the kids were holed up across the hallway in Will’s, the door firmly closed.
Superior werewolf senses let Eddie hear the light snoring coming from within, showing they at least had managed to keep the fight from the kids who were here, and found himself grateful that their group had chosen to split between the Pack’s two dens.
Meaning Robin and Nancy weren’t here at least, to see him fall apart.
Personally he’d prefer it if Jonathan and Steve weren’t either, but then, he had yet to manage not to shatter into pieces around his mate.
Apparently causing problems wasn’t the only thing he was cursed to keep repeating.
Steve walked them all to Jonathan’s bed like it was his own, door swinging closed behind him. He insisted Jonathan get in bed first with a gentle push, putting him closest to the wall.
He nudged Eddie in next, the metalhead climbing in silently, trying to ignore the awkwardness of sharing a close space with a packmate he barely knew.
Jonathan looked downright shy for a moment, averting his gaze as Eddie laid down next to him. That was sure to go away soon given both their Pack status and the fact there was zero space in this bed, though Eddie was struggling to recall much of Jonathan from their high school days..
What he did remember spoke to the elder-Byer’s just being the shy and quiet type in general.
It was only awkward for the moment it took Steve to drop down next to him on hands and knees, the man physically scooting Eddie closer to Jonathan which startled noises out of them both.
Steve apparently, wasn’t done just yet. He moved to hover over Eddie, their chests touching, as he pressed his forehead against Jonathan’s, eyes lidded.
“Thank you, Omega.” He said a painful amount of honesty in his voice. Jonathan hummed in response, sliding his own eyes closed as he relaxed down into the pillows under him.
Steve pulled back, gold eyes moving to look into Eddie’s own. “You belong with us. Here.” He said, the wolf speaking plainer than Steve the human over would.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead against Eddie’s forehead for a moment too, before swiftly turning the gesture in a deep, quick kiss.
“You are ours.” He continued when he pulled up, and now it was Eddie’s turn to blush horribly. “Now, we sleep.”
Then he fucking curled into Eddie’s side like he hadn’t just embarrassed the hell out of two of his packmates, sleep claiming him near instantly.
Not surprising considering his wounds, and the pack magic he had to have pulled to not only remain upright but threatening, but Eddie still wanted to groan about it, emotions rubbed raw by the morning's activities.
“That’s Steve for you.” Jonathan whispered in Eddie’s ear, though he refused to look at him when Eddie turned towards him. “Welcome to the team, Munson.”
“Thanks.” Eddie responded automatically. “I think.”
Jonathan laughed gently, breaking the awkward tension between them enough to allow both to slowly, quietly, drift to sleep.
#can the inbetween parts just beam themselves into word form#cute werewolf cuddles#Hopper is trying to be a good dad and pack leader but in doing so once again steps in it#Steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#werewolf steve harrington#werewolf eddie munson#everyones a were except poor Robin and Argyle#and I believe Max#werewolf dynamics#pack dynamics#Steve's wolf is very cuddly and affectionate#jonathan byers#Jonathan is Not Used to This#0o0 fanfics
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not to make everything about a/b/o (again) but I was thinking about the typical Martha and Thomas death scenes, and the one in BVS would be so much sadder if you added the lens of a/b/o to it?
some thoughts:
Chill shot Thomas first not just because he got in front of them, but because shooting an omega/pup would send an alpha into a rage so violent Chill would never have survived intact
Shooting Thomas wouldn’t have kept him down fully, but wounding Martha (his omega) would have split his attention, badly
Bruce’s last scent of his father is the acrid smell of pain and alpha aggression
Martha died trying to touch Bruce and Thomas, covered in blood. Did she manage to brush her fingers against Bruce? If she scented him, she left her dying scent on him. Literally trailing death down Bruce’s cheek or neck.
Bruce’s pup instincts would encourage him to curl up close with them and hide until the threat was gone. And that’s how the cops found him — they thought he was dead too, covered in blood and the scent of death.
Alfred lost two pack bonds in one night. As pack beta, it must have nearly driven him insane. No pack alpha, no omega. Just a shivering pup and him.
#rambling thoughts#this may or may not make it into ASOH#I’m just thinking out loud#bruce wayne#batman#dc#myfic#theresurrectionist#a sky of honey#a/b/o mention#a/b/o tw#pack dynamics
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I’m struggling 😭 I’ve been trying to find this Sterek Fic- where it involves like pack dynamics and a certain way a pack acts. I think also nudity but nothing sexual. I also recall Scott being an ass or just trying to push away from it all. And ahh- Peters also alive and is in Derek’s pack, so is Jackson and Issac- I think, maybe not. It was a good written fix but I’ve tried to find it and look about but I’m having no luck and could cry. But have you seen something as such? I’m so sorry. 😭
Hi anon! @midnightwinterhawk says it's this one.
Not Like the Other by churkey
(8/8 I 17,457 I Not Rated I Sterek)
Stiles learns the true meaning of pack.
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Hear me out, Owl song BUT omega Jason Todd. He and Dick make the sweetest nests together, colour coordinated, fluffing up whatever little blankets and pillows they have. Jason knowing how to make even cardboard and other things nice and slightly comfortable for a nest! He made them for Catherine afterall!
(And idk maybe Talons are unscented. Like they've been messed up so bad that Dick can't have a scent :(( it was important for 100% stealth. Their scent glands were removed. Dick was used to cold sterilised hospital like smell. Used scent only for tailing targets, ect.)
But his owlet smells of caramel cinnamon (or whatever you want omega Jay to smell like!) and he adores him so so much! And it sticks to him too, Dick is scented with a bit of Bruce, Jason and Alfred. He's not alone anymore :')
And heat snuggles!!!!!!!! Jason being more fussy and snuggly!!! Tired and demanding!! They'd be so cute ;-; <333 He'd make sure his owlet is well fed and protected.
I adore omega Jason and his need for cuddles. 🥺
Jason would be so relaxed with a Talon!Dick watching out for him during his heat, whereas before each heat was a cause for fear and panic.
Dick would keep dragging more blankets into the den, letting a sleepy Jason sort through them all and then discretely shove the “bad“ ones out the window. Every fussy whine would be met with a gentle and adoring coo.
And when they begin living at the manor Jason's first heat there is a tense affair, and if Dick gets even a whiff of Alfed or bruce coming closer he'll start growling and chittering in warning (but they're just bringing food/checking to see if everything's okay), but Jason still can't help but feel absolutely safe with Dick sitting sentry at all times, radiating a fierce sort of if-you-dare-trespass-i-will-string-you-up-by-your-entrails-like-a-christmas-ornament that Jason knows he's completely serious about.
And once they become a real pack with Bruce and Alfred Jason would have two of the fiercest guardians ever, and Dick would finally get have a pack again (after his previous one fell) and experience pack cuddles and scentings and just--- urgh. Pack dynamics. They're just so good.
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Ghoul packs have the same hierarchy scale as hyena packs.
Every outsider thinks Aether is the leader of the band's pack.
Nope.
It's Cirrus, closely followed by Cumulus.
If anything, Aether is intimidated by the pack leaders. He'd never admit this, though.
#ghost#ghost band#ghost bc#papa emeritus#headcanons#my works#Cirrus#Cirrus ghoulette#Cumulus#Cumulus ghoulette#Pack dynamics#Aether#Aether ghoul
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Pack Positions
It's about to get complicated:
Fact 93: the pack position is not equavalent to the secondary gender (they can overlap but let's not get too packnormative)
Your pack position is your role and what you officially provide to your pack. Pack position is mainly emphasized in packs big enough to need that kind of identity structure within their pack. It's used within all packs, but it holds more weight with a pack of 15 than a pack of 3.
A Beta can be an Alpha and an Omega can be a Beta, etc. There are three (genetic) secondary genders but more pack positions. The genders are something one is born as. The positions are assigned or chosen and can get moved around.
Fact 94: pack position lists as follows:
Alpha - leader. There's usually only one. On occasion there is two.
Theta - second in command/the keeper of pack members and their positions usually falls to Theta
Beta - pack. The hunter-gatherers
Gamma - medic/sometimes another choice as number keeper, depending on what the alpha wants from their Theta
Omega - alpha's mate and/or emotional keystone
Zeta - lone wolf/trail member. Someone who isn't officiated into the pack but there at the moment. Trail runners to join the pack are the most common use of the Zeta position.
It didn't make sense to me to have Omega's meaning be the lowest ranking, simply because that wouldn't provide anything, and the positions are about what you provide to the pack.
The positions are ranked in order of social hierarchy, though the importance of said hierarchy depends entirely on your pack.
#a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#omegaverse#omegaverse worldbuilding#a/b/o headcanon#a/b/o headcanons#pack dynamics#different than a/b/o dynamics#the-fact-list
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Would the girl that got bitten by the same werewolf that bit you be considered your sister-in-claw?
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