#wolf! au

[seiyoull]

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

Also pls wear y'all masks when going outside

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Kim Namjoon - Werewolf! Au: Mated II

   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.”

The wolfish grin that appeared upon Namjoons’ face caused Yoongi to sigh heavily. If the look he witnessed was anything to go by, Yoongi knew for a fact that he would probably have to keep the cleaning crew on standby.

[kaitlynskpop]

howlin for you : wolf! jungkook

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.”

    “Then get to know me,” he says easily. He has the audacity to grin. He sticks out his hand. “Hi, I’m Jungkook. What’s your name?”

[musicchi94]

Double Trouble

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

Sehun originally planned to head outside for a walk in the afternoon. He enjoyed going on strolls in the forest because they give him a sense of serenity. His mind would always be clear during that time, and he feels the atmosphere around the forest the most in his wolf form. However, due to his boss at an art store calling him, it had to be postponed. But if there was one bright side, it was that he wasn’t in the rain. It’s not like he hates the rain, he likes to look at it…only when he’s inside. His work clothes consists a green shirt and brown slacks, with black shoes and a black cap to keep his ears hidden. Although the villagers have grown accustomed to the wolves, he’s usually one of the more cautious members when in public.

        Sehun placed packages of high quality paintbrushes in a white basket on a shelf. The art store, called Oak Artist, is situated on one of the less busy streets of Arbourton, but it manages to survive because of that. It’s been rather packed out in the store, due to the holiday season. Shoppers are scurrying around to buy presents for their friends and family, or simply for themselves. As his boss works on the cash register, along with making calls for the other employees, Sehun assisted with a customer who was looking for art products for their one year old. He led the exhausted woman to the children’s aisle, which is the quietest part of the store. Most of customers are teenagers and adults. The brown eyed woman thanked him and continued her shopping. He smiled to himself as he made his way back to the stock room. He liked to help others, and his boss teaching him how to draw is an added bonus. Sure, they pay is rather lacking, but seeing as how the money is for the pack, he is more than willing to help out.

        As soon as he finished counting the stock on premade clay jars, the first thing that drew him out of his thoughts was an ear piercing cry. He jumped in shock and paced himself towards the source. It came from a four year old boy who was scolded by his father for wandering into the store on his own. Sehun calmly went to the boy’s aide and comforted him. The small boy hid behind the wolf boy and gripped on his pant leg tightly. The enraged father stomped towards them, but Sehun remained still. “Boy, I would stay out of business that is not yours,” he warned in a growl. Sehun shook his head and responded without any malice. “If you really love your son, then you would support his love for art. Beating him and destroying his passion does not, and will not work.” On that note the store employer escorted the outraged man out of the building, and proceeded to file a report while awaiting police to apprehend him.

        After work, Sehun walked back into the forest, with the same small boy trailing behind him happily. “You have no idea how happy I am,” he spoke as he cartwheeled ahead of him. His wolf ears and tail are the same as his light ash blonde hair. His brown eyes shone in laughter and joy, even his cheery smile matched his elated feeling. “My dad would never let me in a pack, or let me play with other wolves! Are there more? Because I hope so!” Sehun laughed as the boy continued to ramble on, which he found rather endearing.

When they walked by the path that leads to the playground, a mischievous giggling was heard from above. The pup came to a halt, and looked up into a tree. There sat a sight that made the older wolf boy stop in his tracks. A girl with fair skin sat on a sturdy branch with thin legs swinging back and forth. Thick, curly platinum blonde hair flew in the wind with fervor, and striking grey eyes reflect someone who likes to stir up trouble. “Sissy,” the boy called out to the stranger. “Hello Andrew, is that wolf your new friend? I suppose I should thank him for saving you from that savage human.” Wait, did she just say human? On closer inspection, there are two gray ears on her head, and a long lavender tail. None of these suggest that she is a wolf. In fact, it shows that she is a cat. “Andy is not my little brother, I am his babysitter. And my name Katrina,” she female purred. She jumped down from the tree, and landed effortlessly on her feet. She walked towards the two males like a cat would stalk a prey. Everything about her just screams cat. Her gait, her suspicious smirk, her diamond shaped pupils, and the ears were evidence of a dog, or wolf’s sworn enemy. But there was something about it that was…alluring. Without his knowing, his light brown tail wagged quickly. “Be sure to tell me about your new pack, Andrew,” she said to the boy with an unknown glint in her eye. She knew of Sehun’s sudden arousement, but decided to comment on it later. The small boy shot off like a bullet, and Sehun turned into his wolf form and followed him. Katrina giggled one last time and turned into her cat form, which is a Siamese with lavender points and silver-blue eyes. She left the forest with her tail upright and curled at the end.

[musicchi94]

Twitterpated Part II

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.

Minseok had a rather early start in the morning, thanks to two things, rather two wolves, Jongdae and Chanyeol. Due to their more recent prank that led him into a run in with a skunk, he was forced to separate himself from the others. He gotten completely used to the warmth that came with sharing a den with pack mates. Luckily for him, the nearby Arbourton has a hotel for him to stay in. The employees at the front desk took pity on the poor male and gave him a room to stay in, but in return, he has to work for them. The position that he was given was an interesting one, a barista. Sure, it was something he could handle, but will it work well with the fact that his alpha needs him to double up on patrols since there are hunters about. On the bright side, Minseok is able to be in charge of finances for the pack.

        It was his first night at the job, and he was feeling confident. He is wearing a white buttoned shirt under a black vest, black slacks, and a plain black cap to cover his ears. His employer is understanding enough to allow him to work here, in spite of being a wolf. He was working in the bar along with his veteran coworker, who was pretty quiet for the most part. Minseok paid him no mind and continued to organize the stock. The bar, which is called High Elm Spirits, is designed to have a comfortable setting. The walls are made of red bricks, and the neon lights were slightly dated, seeing as how the bar was opened in 1984. While the furniture from the past was switched out with the newer designs, it still had an air of the heyday of the 80’s and the 90’s. The music is playing Rosanna by Toto softly in the background. His yellow eyes scanned around the bar as the LED lights changed from green to blue slowly. His mysterious coworker started making a cocktail for a middle aged woman who needed a break from her rowdy teenage sons.

Minseok took the opportunity to put distance between the two by moving to the far side of the bar. As he looked up, he was greeted to a lovely sight. Before him was a female Hawaiian with caramel skin that radiated in the technicolored lights. Her long black hair was so smooth; he was really tempted to run his fingers through her hair. Her eyes were a lovely shade of blue, and her smile was so flawless. But what made the lovesick Minseok all the more intrigued by her, was her white wolf ears, which are obviously real. “And here I thought that females are extinct,” he joked lightly. The patron dipped her head as she let out a melodious giggle behind her left hand. Oh man, if this boy was so smitten by her, then someone would have to put him on a leash before he does something stupid. “Mind if I ask for your name,” the wolf boy asked his first customer. “Iolana,” she answered with her Hawaiian accent very prevalent. “What can I get for you tonight?” The Hawaiian thought for a second, and winked playfully at him, “I would love to have mocha, as alcohol makes me drowsy.” The Asian wolf nodded as he went to make her coffee. His gray tail wagged with such enthusiasm, he nearly messed up his order. He rebounded quickly however, and he managed to finish making the coffee.

Iolana drank her coffee quietly and took a big whiff at the aroma. The mocha was rather strong, and she noted that he used macadamia nuts infused coffee beans. “You did a great job with the coffee.” He blushed brightly as his ears twitched underneath the cap. “Just give her your number, Min.” Minseok turned to see his coworker facing him. He has dark brown eyes, but on the inside of his eyes, are deep blue and they seemed oddly familiar… Minseok nodded and wrote his number on a napkin, which the Hawaiian accepted happily. “I’ll call you later, okay?” Minseok nodded as his first customer paid twenty-two dollars for her coffee, and left the bar. The wolf boy sighed happily, and noticed that his coworker is also wearing a hat.

Minseok was thinking about Iolana, who just left. A lovestruck sigh passed his lips as his pupils dilated. His mind replayed on her features. Her voice, oh how he could listen to her speak all night! Her smile was just priceless, and knocked him off his feet. His head was in the clouds, and everything felt so warm and bright for him. “So I see you have my brother’s scent on you,” a voice called out. He turned over his shoulder, and his coworker looked at him dead in the eyes. “Who are you?” “Taesun,” he introduced himself, “and I want to know this: is Taemin okay? I’ve been worried over him.” Minseok’s eyes widened in shock at the revelation. This is his older brother, the one that Taemin looked for other than the female! “He’s great, and that brown wolf…Kaylin, is it? She’s here too!” Taesun sighed in relief at the news, as he explained that he was looking for those two. “Oh, and he’s fighting with another pack mate of mine over her.” Taesun laughed and his dark tail thumped against the bar in amusement. “Taemin’s always been fighting for her. He’s convinced that she’ll be his mate. Most of the other pups in our previous pack would ignore him, but I guess he’s serious this time from the sound of things, if he’s been fighting with this suitor over and over.” Minseok was so busy chatting up with Taesun, that he forgot the next customer was waiting for whiskey.

[musicchi94]

Too Much Chaos

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

“Jongdae and Chanyeol, stop torturing Yixing! Luhan, get out of the bushes, and for the last time, hold still Jongin!” Today was a nightmare for Wu Fan. Reason why is that it’s bath time for the pack, and no one but Tao, Suho, Baekhyun, Taemin, and Kyungsoo seem to be the obedient ones for the day. The location of their ‘bath’ is a long river that seems to be rather cold. Most of the members flatly refuse because of the cold temperatures, Chanyeol and Jongdae refuse the idea of being clean, and make fun of Yixing, and Sehun already took a shower at his human friend’s home. Kris wrestled with the jet black eared boy named Jongin to get the latter’s clothes off and in the river. “Luhan, please stop hiding in the bushes. No one’s here but us,” Suho called out with her head out of the water. Taemin laughed as he watched the discord ensue. Tao just finished cleaning himself, and opted to turn into his wolf form to swim around.

        When the Wu Fan finally managed to push the second youngest member in the river with help from Minseok, he switched into his beast form. He trotted towards the troublesome duo and snapped between Jongdae and the trembling Yixing. He lets out a low growl, causing the two to concede and take a bath. He looked at the cream wolf and tilted his head. The younger canine yelped and hid behind the larger alpha. Wu Fan prowled to the thick juniper bushes and leaped into the shrubs. Seconds later, a light brown and grey wolf lunged out of the plants, with Wu Fan at her tail. The other wolves halted in fear. Luhan had every right to hide, and it was because there was a female. The female darted around the clearing, and was knocked over by Taemin in his wolf figure. He, Tao, and Jongin had her at point and waited for Suho and Kris to arrive. By the time they made it to investigate the peeping Tom, the gray and black wolf stopped in his tracks. The female squirmed on her back, and made herself look highly submissive. He thought that it was an adorable sight. What made him lose all coherent thoughts as his yellow eyes were caught in her green spheres. Suho blinked twice and nipped the twitterpated wolf’s right ear.

        Jongdae, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol didn’t let him off the hook thirty minutes after the ordeal. He rolled his eyes as he ignored the jeers and observed the girl interact with the female Yixing found a week ago. Her name was Amanda, and although he had just met her, he was quite smitten. If anything, he thought that she was quite beautiful. His left ear lazily flicked off another round of the trio singing ‘Alpha and Amanda Sitting in a Tree’ for the fifth time. Luckily for him, Minseok walked into the room and told the rambunctious pups to leave the office. They did as they were told, and started wrestling while still in their human form. “Speaking of fighting, Taemin and Tao are fighting again.” The news earned an exhausted groan from Wu Fan as he was forced to tear his eyes away from the chatting females. “What is it this time,” he growled. “They’re fighting over the other female again,” Minseok answered.  

[musicchi94]

On Hallow's Afternoon

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.

The town was bustling with energy as the day started, and Tao is wearing a long grey sweater, black jeans, black shoes, and a grey beanie. For some reason, he’s feeling rather chipper today, so he thought he could explore the town. Arbourton is decorated for the festive holiday known as Halloween. The buildings are spruced up with fake spiders, skeletons, pumpkins, and other affinities. His red eyes gleamed a little as the town transformed. Cars are going in and out for the town wide block party preparations. The exciting aura was so tangible, that he could have sworn that his tail was swishing inside his sweater. In order to avoid suspicion, he retreated to a quaint little coffee shop called Hickory Café.

            Inside looked like a cheesy version of a witch’s chamber. Broomsticks, black cat figurines, and even a green faced witch standee was at the center of the area. The tables were made of hickory wood, with the back of the otherwise comfortable chairs made of wrought iron. The only ones in the building are the employees and a red hooded figure. It sat alone near a window, looking out of the window. He went up to the baristas and asked for a pumpkin spice latte. The male on the other side of the counter told him to wait for a while. He nodded in response, and went to sit on the opposite side of the mysterious patron. He flashed a smile at his company, and looked out of the window with her.

            The scent of the café intermingled his nose with the appealing scent of coffee beans with a hint of firewood. He then caught a whiff of something familiar. He looked in front of the hooded figure, and sniffed the air once more. Azaleas, hibiscus, and coconut with a hint of the autumn air. “You wouldn’t happen to know someone know someone named Kaylin, do you,” he asked in a hushed whisper. The hooded figure nodded slowly, and reached up. It pulled back the hood that covered the majority of its face, and revealed the aforementioned female. Her ears are covered by a red and black hand knitted hat. “I suppose that you know me,” she teased lightly with a light smirk. His smile grew exponentially as he saw her silver and brown eyes. Tao chuckled teasingly and winked at her, his red eyes shining brightly. The female smiled softly and tilted her head to the side. She lifted her head up, and made a cute noise that was similar to the Latias, from the Pokémon series. The wolfboy chuckled at her greeting. “It’s nice to see you again,” he sighed wistfully.

Kaylin silently sipped her tea quietly. She gently kept her gloved hands on her mug. Her red and black painted fingernails tapped lightly against the ceramic object. “Your eyes are beautiful, did anyone tell you that,” Tao complimented her in a flirtatious tone. Pink dust appeared on her cheeks at the sincere words. “Thank you, yours are lovely as well.” After finishing their beverages and hitting on each other shamelessly, they exited the café. The pair walked down the sidewalk with their shoulders brushing against each other. Tao’s skin erupted in goosebumps as the chilly breeze grazed over his skin, while Kaylin is relatively warm, in spite of looking like a person of color version of Red Riding Hood. The leaves danced around with loops, rolls, and spirals. Tao glanced over to see his companion filled with content. “I simply love autumn,” she commented as a high school couple walk past them into a diner, “it’s that beautiful time where nature becomes a muse for the painter. A moment when change is occurring gracefully, and a phase where the activities begin before winter.” Her voice trailed off as her mind becomes filled with nostalgic memories. Her pace slowed tremendously and when she came to a halt, Tao’s ears perked as he heard sniffling behind him. He went back to see her silvery-brown eyes become glassy. He gently wiped her tears away, and held her in a tight embrace. “It is alright,” he whispered softly as their bodies swayed side to side. She buried her face in his neck, breathing in his scent. “Thank you,” she whispered.

By no less than ten minutes later, the two returned to the forest. They chatted happily together along the dirt trail. Tao and his fair companion spoke of anything that came to mind, from the female that Yixing found yesterday, to shameless flirting in a foreign language. For Tao, it was mostly Mandarin, while Kaylin would speak any of the Romantic languages except Latin. This time, it was the Asian wolfboy whispering sweet nothings about her eyes, how much he has become fond of her, and how they should be mates. When the last statement was said in a husky tone, Kaylin’s ears and tail became rigid. A deep scarlet red blush covered her entire face. “Tao!” He laughed with his tail wagging amusingly. As he placed his hands on her small hips, a growl interrupted them. Kaylin whipped her head around to look what was behind her. Standing there rigidly was a dark grey male wolf with haunting blue eyes. “Taemin,” she whispered softly.