Werewolf AU wherein Jonathan was Expecting King Steve to be the Worlds Worst Alpha Wolf and got a Total Mom Instead
This is Werewolves not A/B/O (no a/b/o involved, think more like the paranormal romance smut that inspired Twilight. Two alphas and one Omega to a pack type of deal and its decided on dominance/other shit.)
Hungry Verse Werewolf AU that takes place S2 and S3 before Eddie shows up.
Jonathan's shy.
Has always been shy, and will likely remain shy, at least around large crowds of people. He's socially awkward, has never been good at making friends, doesn't really care too much about his clothes and is poor, so even if he wasn't shy, socializing wasn't likely to have gone in his favor anyway.
He knows it takes a while for him to warm up to others. Nancy was something of a one off, the two of them brought together by his own admittedly shitty actions, his brother's disappearance and an interdimensional monster.
He fully expects it to be different around Steve.
Particularly since Jonathan, as their Pack’s of three’s most submissive werewolf, automatically gets the spot of Omega Wolf. Not that he isn’t suited for it, he’d be marked as Omega with his abilities regardless.
It was a point of contention between himself and Lonnie for years.
Jonathan just-doesn’t see the use in posturing.
Fighting.
Acting like a fucking moron over dumb shit.
What he did not expect was for Steve Harrington, Alpha Werewolf and jock douchebag, to try and mother him.
"Byers, where the hell is your coat!? It's freezing out here!" Steve huffs one afternoon, appearing out of nowhere and making Jonathan jump.
He'd been waiting outside the arcade, leaning against his clunker of a car for Will and friends to finish their last round of games. Had perhaps been waiting longer than he should have, just happy to let his little brother be a kid.
“I-what-" Jonathan stumbles over his words before regaining ground and protesting, "I'm wearing a coat?"
Steve rakes his eyes over him, hands on his hips. "That is a jacket. It is absolutely not warm enough for you to hang around outside in."
Jonathan's mouth pops open, words on his tongue but Steve's already turned around and trotted back to his car.
He opens the hood and digs around for a minute, before making a pleased noise and returning, holding something victoriously in his hand.
It's a medium weight hoodie with the zipper down the front, Hawkins Swim Team blazed across the back above a snarling tiger.
Steve holds it out to him.
Jonathan looks between him and it, before hesitantly reaching out to accept.
The packbond hums happily with Steve's pleasure, a feeling totally alien to Nancy's own. Hers had always been about some answer he'd gotten right, or when he'd said something particularly clever or poetic, the pleased, happy feeling of a kiss on his cheek.
Steve's…Jonathan almost can't pin down the exact feeling of Steve's. His mind supplies the images of warm maple syrup and a fuzzy blanket, then tries to combine the two.
Fails and leaves him confused.
"Put that on over your jacket, should at least help you stay warm." Steve instructs, and Jonathan really, really wants to say no, that this is ridiculous, Will is coming out any minute, but-
He doesn't want to.
Does not want to look too hard as to why Steve is somehow harder to displease than Nancy is.
Finds himself putting the stupid jacket on, refusing to look Steve in the face as he does so.
Is very annoyed by the sheer happiness radiating off his Alpha (and maybe at the own blush rising up in his cheeks, the result of his embarrassment.)
"Steeeeve!"
That's Dustin, tearing out of the arcade. The pack of children follow him, with Mike and Will bringing up the rear.
They chatter at Steve for a moment, before the group splits, the Dustin-Lucas-Max trio diving into Steve's car and the Mike-El-Will trio going into his.
Steve claps a hand on his shoulder, saying "See you Byers!"
Mike's nose crinkled up as Jonathan got into the driver's seat.
"Why do you smell like Steve?" He whines.
Which is the worst moment to realize that not only does he smell like Steve, but his wolf likes it.
"Shut up Mike."
xXx
Steve Harrington has changed from the guy Jonathan punched out.
Not completely. Jonathan still see’s glimpses of the forever cool, waspish King Steve coming through now and then. Those moments are few and far between though, particularly now that he led a Werewolf Pack,
At their core, an Alpha Werewolf was a provider.
Steve, it seemed, absolutely delights in doing just that.
Nancy had already growled at him twice over for it and at first Jonathan hadn’t registered that’s what it was about.
Thought Steve was back to courting Nancy and was gearing up his own discussion with his girlfriend about how they wanted to handle it-until Steve pulled the same shit with him.
“I know you said you could make your own lunch but I had extras.” Steve says, handing a brown paper bag to Nancy one morning, apparently having been roped into driving Henderson to school.
Jonathan’s schooled his face into a blank mask, letting his girlfriend handle this the way she wants too-and thus misses the second brown bag until it’s shoved in his face.
“Um.” He says.
It has his name on the side in Steve’s scrawl. There’s even a little smiley face in the middle of the O.
“Uh.” He says again, startled, but Steve’s already got his back to them, throwing a wave over his shoulder.
“Have a good one guys!” He calls, as he heads off to his own class.
Entirely out of his depth, Jonathan turns to Nancy for help.
She just stares at Steve’s retreating back, a look on her face that says she's deep in thought.
“What did you get in yours?” She asks him later, at lunch, holding up her chocolate pudding.
“Vanilla pudding.” He says, the only different part of his meal to hers.
He had to hand it to Harrington. The guy made a seriously wicked meal.
“Hmm. Trade me?” She asks with a smile, holding up her pudding.
Grinning, Jonathan does.
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