#wolf! au

It's the being a germaphobe yet not wearing a mask for me-

   Thirteen years later and the horrifying screams of the bloodied staff, still followed the young twenty-three year old man. But, if he were to say if he felt guilty of doing such a thing, he would have to chuckle. He had never regretted a single action that day.

The geyser of blood spurting out of the old mans’ torn throat, fueled the young boy to unleash whatever was burning his insides out. The adrenaline surged through his veins and whatever that burned inside him, demanded every wretched being in his proximity to the same fate as that of the old man dead before him. He relished in the music of death, the crimson painting his claws, the stale copper taste drowning in his mouth. He felt free. He felt- the soft touch of another.

The small whimper of “Please,” brought the young boy back to his senses. The sight of his older brother with tears in his eyes, really made the young boy wonder if they were diamonds instead of liquid. He felt his older brothers’ nails dig into his arm and heard the sob he knew he caused. “Please, do not do this.”

A darkening scowl formed upon his face.

The memory of their father and his men, ruined the comforting he needed to give to his elder brother. As he watched one of his fathers’ men grab a handful of his brothers’ hair, dragging him back through the rose gardens, an ugly smirk painted the features that resembled more his own.

“So, you’re the Alpha I’ve been waiting for.”

     “You being back in the past won’t solve anything.” The raspy solid voice of reason, caused Namjoon to shake his head. A head of midnight black hair came into his line of vision. When the owner of the voice turned around, Namjoon was caught in utter awe as the colour of lilac and violet stared back at him. “Stop staring at me like that, makes me feel real uncomfortable.”

Namjoon cleared his throat with a cough in his hand.

“What do the table need my assistance for today, Yoongi?”

The said man, Yoongi, sighed under his breath as he threw down documents and folders on top of the table Namjoon was sitting at. Namjoon didn’t bother to look down at the many papers, instead he kept his gaze on Yoongi.

“They deem you need to find your mate as soon as possible, and that the matters with having my being here with you, is something they cannot afford to accept.”

Min Yoongi, the man standing before Namjoon with slightly droopy eyes, skin as pale as porcelain and an attitude that could bring any human to their own self-destruction, was also an Alpha like himself. How he came to be as Namjoon’s most trusted right-hand, was that Yoongi himself could not be at all bothered by such relations regarding of being an Alpha. So, his father had exiled him and Namjoon found him. Simplicity at its finest.

Though, the other matter was another thing. The table consisted of five members that had been supporting the so-called pack Namjoon had taken the role of leading from the previous Alpha. The members who were seated at the table were far older than Namjoon, and not one of them saw him fit to rule such a pack. Especially, since it was never heard of two Alphas being in close range with each other without wanting to kill one another. It was just not right.

Namjoon nodded his head, standing up out of his seat. The young man straightened out his full black suit and ran a hand through his hair that made others use to question about his real heritage.

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

wolf! jeon jungkook x reader

dirty talk! more nsfw in later chapters

words: 2,460

When you moved into your grandmother’s house to attend the college near her house, you did not know of the rumors. Your grandmother, however, was quick to inform you.

    “Best lock up your windows and doors tonight,” she says as she stirs her infamous iced tea in the glass containers. Beads of perspiration fall down the sides, and you watch as it creates a ring of water around the container on the counter. She pauses, “and for the rest of the week. Tonight’s the full moon, but knowing those wackjobs, it could be any night to throw us off.”

    “What are you talking about?” you ask her, pulling two cups from the cupboard. You have to stand on both tiptoes to reach the bottom shelf, and you desperately wish you lived with someone tall still for assistance. You turn to look at her. “What’s happening tonight? Or this week?”

    “Those wolves,” she responds. You can see the excitement etched into her elderly face, her wrinkles prominent as she smiles widely. “They like to trick this town.”

    “What?” is all you can ask, dumbfounded.

    “Didn’t your mother tell you the legend? Goodness. And to think I always hoped it would happen to her…”

    “No, evidently she didn’t.”

    “Well, anyways, dearie, once every twenty years there is a night where the alpha wolfmen come and choose their brides! He picks up his bride and has his way with her!”

    “Wolfmen?” you echo. “Like werewolves?”

    “Yes! Isn’t it so exciting?” Clasping her hands together, she turns to you. “Could you imagine if you were the chosen bride?”

    You roll your eyes. “Grandma, I love you, but that’s too much of a story, even for you.”

    She frowns. “Listen here, young lady, I will have you know that if you don’t lock your windows and doors tonight, you’ll hear a rattling. And you better believe it’ll be the damn werewolves coming to get you!”

    “Sure, Gran,” you agree easily, too jetlagged to argue with her still. I just moved in yesterday and she’s already on with her crazy stories. You’d think she’d give me a break to recover from the plane.

        “Better yet, don’t lock your doors and see what happens! Oh, I’d be so happy if you got chosen. Though, I would be sad.”

    “And why is that, Gran?”

    “Because you don’t usually see whoever was chosen as the bride ever again.”

    Your blood runs strangely cold at this. “How many girls have gone missing?”

    “Hmm, three in my lifetime?” She ponders the questions before grabbing the cups from you and pouring her tea into each. She winks at you as she hands you back your glass. “And you’ll make four, of course.”

    You choke on your drink.

--

    You shiver as you walk into your room, fresh out of the shower. You sit down on the side of the bed to rub your favorite coconut and mango lotion over your freshly shaven legs, your red toenails shining against the artificial light overhead.

    You turn as you put the lotion back on your nightstand, sitting in only your pajamas: a oversized shirt and your white cheeky panties, mesh all against your ass. You believe that good underwear is an investment and, despite being a virgin, would not be caught dead in granny panties or anything that was not in good taste.

    You welcome the cool breeze into your room, bringing along the scent of woods near the house. The rustling of the leaves in the wind calms your heart rate, and you walk over to shut off the lights before slipping into bed. You place the towel that was in your hair on the floor next to you, your damp hair fall around you on your pillow as you shut your eyes.

    Wolves. Yeah, right.

--

    You don’t open your eyes when you wake up from your sleep. Your body clock tells you it’s still deep into the night, so you’re content to roll over and snuggle deeper into the warmth of the sheets. There was something so comforting about them, something that smelt so good. For a second, you believe it might be the leftover scent from your shampoo that became trapped in your pillowcase, but this is different. This is the scent of mint and earth, masculine and overwhelming.

    Yet for some reason, you are more than content to simply bury your face into your pillow.

    What you soon find weird, however, is how your pillow is moving.

    So despite your internal complaints, you open your eyes. You see figures around you, young men with golden eyes. And as you turn your head, staring into someone’s neck, you become aware that this person is carrying you, holy shit, and you could barely make out the side profile of their face from your position.

    So, you scream.

    You don’t think you’ve ever screamed louder in your entire life, and looking around you, you see the men take immediate action. They each look around them, brutal snarls coming from between their lips as they look for any signs of terror or harm.

    A hand comes up and presses your head into the crook of the person carrying you’s neck, his own chest vibrating as he lets out a growl. You’re aware of the other hand on your ass, your legs wound around the person’s torso. However, it seems clear that there was no threat lurking. Other than these psychopaths! You desperately try to pull back, but the hand was firm on the back of your head, as if to protect you.

    You let out a whimper of fear, and with your lips thrust against the man’s neck, he feels it as you lips move. A shudder runs through his body, and you swear the grip on your ass tightens.

    “It’s alright, baby,” croons a deep voice. You’re startled to realize it’s the man whose holding you who is talking to you. Baby? “Everything’s alright. Nothing will hurt you.”

    And you manage to thrust the man’s hand away from the back of your head, and push off of the man’s hard body. The furthest you could get was a distance that practically made you face to face with him, his unrelenting grip of you refusing to let you go.

    “Who the fuck are you?” you scream in his face, not even processing what he looks like. “Why the fuck am I here with you? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck?”

    He winces at the volume of your noise, but he stares directly into your eyes. His eyes were a supernatural, beautiful golden color -- and then you realize it’s everything about him that’s beautiful, not just his eyes. His high cheekbones, the soft downward curve of his nose. The sharp slope of his jawline, his thick bottom lip. Everything about him oozed male beauty, and there was no doubt this body was just as beautiful, as you could feel the muscles underneath your body.

    “I’m your mate,” he purrs, his voice deep and sensual. You shiver and immediately try to clamp your legs together, though with his body in the way it simply tightens your hold around him. What the hell was up with your reactions?

    His words are all it takes for everything to click in your head. Your grandmother was right. There were wolfmen, whom, if given the opportunity, would snatch a human girl from her bed and force her to be their mate.

    So instead of screaming at his words, you do the next best thing. You pass the fuck out, the world around you going as black as it would when you get off your ass drunk.

        You’re almost positive its your mind protecting itself from what it doesn’t want to see.

--

    When you wake up, you expect to be laying under your comforter sweating profusely from the oddness of the dream you had.

    Instead, you find yourself snuggled against the beautiful, supernatural being who kidnapped you. His arms are around your waist, your back pressing against his feverishly warm chest, and a very distinctive erection pressed against your ass. Your eyes flash open, and you feel him rocking his hips against your ass.

    You scream, pulling out his arms. His eyes flash open immediately and a violent snarl rips from his throat as he checks the room for any intruder coming to harm the two of you. You cower at the sound of his snarl, and you watch his expression return to normal.

    “Baby,” he croons.

    “Don’t call me that,” you hiss at him. “You don’t know me.”

    “You’re my mate,” he proclaims haughtily. “What do I need to know?”

    You scowl at him. “You’re a fucking lunatic. I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but this shit needs to stop and you need to take me home. And then get a fucking lawyer because I’m gonna fucking sue you for kidnapping and assault, with the disgusting way you rub your STD infested dick all over me.”

    He arches an eyebrow. “STD infested dick?” He lets out a breathy laugh that you hate to admit is attractive as fuck. “I’m clean. Got tested a week ago.” He rakes his eyes over your body, and you watch the color of his eyes darken. You look down to see that your shirt had bunched under your breasts, leaving your panties on full display. You look up at him, your face scarlet, to see him licking his lips. “Come over here, baby,” he commands. His voice is like something out of hell. “Let me eat that pussy out. Let me put you on my face and have you ride my tongue.”

    Out of instinct, you clamp your legs together. You had never had anyone talk to you like that.

    “I-I,” you sputter. His gaze is focused on your lacy underwear, the white standing out against your skin.

        “I promise it’ll be good,” he says. “It’ll be so, so good. Fuck, angel, bet you taste just like heaven.”

    You clasp a hand over your mouth.

    “Being my mate though, your pussy probably tastes like the definition of home,” he ponders and moans as he no doubt imagines the things he’s saying and more. “Because that’s what being my mate means. You’re my new home. That definitely includes your cute little cunt.” He groans, all throaty and ethereal. You’re so embarrassed but you feel your underwear beginning to stick to your folds.

    He sniffs the air and his eyes flash golden, the same color as they did last night when he thought you were in trouble. This time, it was for a much different reason. Even you could tell that. “Fuck, angel! Are you getting wet from what I said? Is what I’m saying getting that little pussy all wet for me? God damn, I want to taste you so bad.”

    “Stop!” you finally shriek, putting your hands over your ears. “Stop!”

    “Why?” he asks.

    “I-I’ve never had anyone say shit like that to me ever. You fucking pervert!”

    “Damn, I’m the first one? Shit. Am I the first one to make your pussy this wet too? Because angel, you smell positively soaking.”

    “Stop!” you scream at the tops of your lungs. Tears prick in your eyes.

    Upon seeing your tears, he shuts up. You place your hands over your eyes in an attempt to hide your tears. You were so frightened of this perverted otherworldly being. He was strong enough to easily have his way with you. What if he decided he wanted you bad enough and tears through your clothing to ravish you? The very thought made you break out in a cold sweat. Your breathing speeds up, your tears falling faster and with more consistency. You could feel your heart thump thump thumping in your chest as the speed of light, and as your own palms grow wet from sweat. You were no stranger to these feelings: you were having a panic attack.

        On top of it, you were so embarrassed to be aroused by the words that came out his mouth. You don’t have much time to mule over this, however, because oh-so-gently, hands are pulling your own away from your face. You freeze up in fear only to see the man sitting on his knees in front of you, his expression so sorry and he himself looked upset.

    “I’m so sorry, angel,” he says. “I’m an angel. This should have gone differently.”

    “No shit,” you sniffle. “I want to go home.”

    He flinches as if the very thought of you leaving hurts, and seemingly against his will, a warning growl pierces the air. He hurriedly looks at you. “I-I can explain. You can’t go home now. Or ever, really. I’m so sorry. We don’t even know each other’s names. All I know is that you’re an angel and I’m so sorry for saying such filth to you to the point you got so upset you cried. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”

    “Then take me home,” you demand, hiccuping.

    “Anything but that,” he amends. “I can’t let you leave.”

    “Why not?”

    “I’ll explain it to you later,” he says weakly. “After we get to know each other.”

    “I don't want to know you,” you snap. “You took me against my will, said awful things to me, and now you say you want to know me? Get that bullshit out of here.”

    “I do want to know you!” He sounds so adamant, almost angrily so. “I want to know you so bad you don’t understand. You - me - we were made for each other, don’t you understand?”

    You felt the breath catch in your throat. Against your own will, your heartbeat picks up. Admittedly, you had always believed in soulmates, and had hoped one day you would meet yours. But to essentially be told that he was your soulmate rather than given a choice made you livid.

    “No, I don’t understand, and I don’t want to. That’s fucking ridiculous. I don’t know what kind of crack you’re on, but that shit obviously makes you delusional. We’re not mates. I don’t know how the fuck you’re so fucked up to kidnap me, but I demand you bring me home.”

    He runs his hands through his hand in exasperation. “I just told you, I can’t bring you home. This is your new home.”

    “You’re out of your fucking mind!” you scream, shoving him away from you. The touch of his skin had been fiery, and when his warmth was ripped away from you, you find yourself cold. “I don’t even fucking know you.”

While watching a Smite gameplay video, I was hit with inspiration. So I figured to make a character that's much different from the others. Also, I was inspired by a certain Ever After High character. Plus Sehun needs some attention. Also, I made this as an idea for duizhangdeluxe to chew on for a bit.

Rated: PG-13

Child abuse mention

Word Count: 926

Well for this one, this is focused of wolf!Xiumin. As I said earlier, he needed a lady friend, so I gave him one. Oh, and someone's missing sibling has been found. ;)

Word Count: 981

Rated: PG-13, references of alcohol.

I wanted to write about the pack dynamic, so I made them dysfunctional. Also, this is the first appearance of duizhangdeluxe in the AU. Sorry I took forever, but I was slightly inspired by Mystery Skull Lewis...for whatever reason. :p

Word Count: 561

Rated: G

Rated: G

Word Count: 877

A/N: I got too lazy to write the flirting, and translate it. And remember when I said that Tao and Taemin will start fighting over me? Well, it starts now.