cycle of the werewolves

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Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin
Author: snarcsics
Genre: A/B/O!AU, Dystopia!AU, Soulmates!AU, Pack Dynamics
Rating: NC17

The first time Jimin meets a gaunt, small beta boy named Jungkook in the examination room of Namjoon’s lab, he can’t seem to take his eyes off him. The second time he sees Jungkook it’s because he refuses to eat without him. The third time they meet, Jungkook is more teeth and claws than Jimin can handle.

Admin Notes: this fic is one of the reasons im still alive.. it’s such a unique take on a/b/o, and the sexual tension between jungkook and jimin is thru the roof.. pls give this a try <3

Link: AO3

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iheartfillintheblank  asked:

Hey! So I'm sure you've done this already, but do you have any fics where Derek smells Stiles for the first time and is like 'well shit that's my mate' or something? Thanks so much and all the internet hugs!


HOW ARE YOU GIRLIE?!?!! *receives hugs and gives them back to you* *gestures to the vastness of fanfiction* Shall I show you the wonders of “love at first sniff”

The Scent of Mate by Jerakeen

1,543  I  Sex Pollen, Cuddling


“You smell like mate.”

Blood Moon Run by atlaspeaks

2,292  I  A/B/O, Knotting, Mating, Claiming


Stiles wasn’t really sure why everyone insisted that he participate in the Blood Moon Run.

Or the one where Stiles doesn’t want to run but has to, and it ends up being a very good thing.

Scent Left Unsaid by bleep0bleep

2,551  I  Werewolves are Known, Online Relationship, A/B/O


In a society where werewolves are second class, Deucslist is an alternative werewolf network (similar to Craigslist) where humans and werewolves offer (mostly sexual) services. Derek is a long-term client of an anonymous human omega whose scent is just perfect. He never expects to meet him, until it happens.

Derek has slept with that faded red hooded sweatshirt every night since he got it in the mail. It’s calming, that scent; it’s everything to him.
So it’s strange now that Derek is smelling it wafting from the end of the subway car as it careens towards the L line, lights flickering on the passing platforms.

It Makes Scents by stileskolpath

3,837  I  AU-College, Fluff, Sharing Clothes


“‘So you’re saying that Stiles has a crush on me?’ Derek asked, and Isaac just gave him a stupid ‘are you kidding me with this?’ look that made Derek want to bite his head off.

‘Seriously? How could you not know?’ Isaac’s smartass look was frustrating Derek way more than it should. 'Every time he’s around you he kind of loses the power of speech, and dude, he… smells.’

'Smells? Like what?’ Derek asked, no small amount of disappointment in his voice.”

a.k.a. that one where Derek is oblivious to Stiles’ scent until suddenly he’s not.

Stiles Smells, Pass it on by wallmeetsfloor

5,521  I  Crack, Scenting


It wasn’t until Cora smelled Stiles in his bathroom that things got really weird.

Mix and Match by Jerakeen

6,141  I  Werewolves are Known, A/B/O, Knotting


Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

The Chase by saltandbyrne

10,435  I  AU-Magic, Soul Bond, A/B/O, Knotting


Derek’s fourth Chase will be his last if he doesn’t catch an omega this time. He’s starting to doubt this whole soul-mate thing anyway, at least until someone from his past shows up and gives him the run of his life.

Say Hello to the Brushfire by Gorgeous Nerd (gorgeousnerd)

10,631  I  A/B/O, Knotting


The night before Stiles turns eighteen, Derek Hale spills coffee on him. Things get weirder (and more awesome) from there. (Alpha!Stiles AU)

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, and marguerite_26

13,737  I  A/B/O, AU-High School, Wooing


Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Dr. Stilinski vs. The World by Fletcher

14,514  I  AU-Hospital, A/B/O, Wooing


Stiles is mostly interested in becoming the best omega doctor this world has to offer. He is NOT interested in the lame alphas who keep chasing after him.

Derek Hale doesn’t stand a chance.

a brighter shade of red & gold by stayingputwouldbeablunder

17,921  I  AU-Bakery, Werewolves are Known, Pack Bonding

Teen and Up

Of all the scents Derek imagined being innately in tune with, applecinnamonoatmeal was not at the top of list. Not the kind that comes from instant packets of oatmeal with dehydrated bits of apple that only need a cup of milk and a minute and a half in the microwave to be ready. Not the floral infused candy apple scent of body mists or oatmeal soaps that Erica favors. The pure, unadulterated scent of fresh baked goods made with pureed apple, steel-cut oats, cinnamon, and just a pinch of allspice.

Stiles is the first and last person Derek has ever wanted to associate with that scent.

Okay so this list is more filled with like, Stiles smellin’ real good to our Der-Bear. (And a lot of the time they do the do)


Fluffy Wolf


Title: Embers
Author: anonymous  
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 41,200 Approx.  
Summary: Werewolf Alphas aren’t meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. //Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter.
Content/Warning(s): A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Werewolves, heat cycles, knotting (there’s more at the post and all so very yummy, too!)

If you like ABO stories you’re in for a treat with this fic. And you know, even if you don’t you should totally read this fic because it’s fantastic.

It’s from Draco’s POV, and it’s start with him, already being turned a werewolf for almost eight years, goes to see a Healer (Pansy insisted!) because he’s been having these fainting spells, but the Healer refers him to a Mind Healer, since there’s nothing physically wrong with him.

The Mind Healer pretty quickly figures out the problem: he’s been taking heat suppressants and bearing his heats alone for too long, and each heat leaves him exhausted. It’s taken his toll on him. The Mind Healer suggests him then a Heat Companion. Someone to helps him through his heat without the suppressants.

Of course, as the summary says, it turns it Potter. But you see, Harry is nothing like Draco imagined. Harry is open, and candid, and honest talking about all that, about his turning and him being an Omega and you know, their chemistry is insane, you can already tell.

And then there’s all the sex, which is smoking hot, and intense. Yeah, it’s pretty amazing. :D

Watched in 2017 [36/?]: Silver Bullet (1985), dir. Daniel Attias

I’ve never really been a big fan of werewolf movies, but this one was really great! A good story with solid acting, featuring great special effects. Now I just need to read Stephen King’s novel…

(This is very long and basically I’m throwing most of my not-human OCs at your beautiful Elsewhere Uni and seeing what happens because I am addicted to Elsewhere University. Um, quick background based on the universe these guys are from - vampires are a lot like Fae in that they have a ‘true’ form except they start out as humans and then get infected with the vampire curse, werewolves are locked in a time-cycle that resets every full moon, witches have various specialties but can be Really Extremely Powerful (see Lady Stormcaller) and people with giant blood are immune to any and all magic.) Thank you for this, this is awesome, hope I didn’t muck anything up!)

They have an odd relationship with Elsewhere’s Court, a tense and uncertain kind of mutual respect. Places like the University attract people like the Dauntless crew, places where strange is normal and normal is strange, where the crows are too intelligent and superstitions aren’t so silly. Nobody can recall when they showed up, although a few of the professors do remember a time when the Crew wasn’t at the University.

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Title : Luna 

Characters : Taehyung (V) of BTS & You

Genre : Smut, Vampire!Taehyung, Alternate Universe

Rating : M

Summary : "Over my rotten corpse!“ You spite in coarse voice, and nearly, nearly regretting it the next second because the vampire prince’s eyes fire up so treacherously bright.

And If imprudence kills, you might as well write a death wish.

Word Count : 8,171 words

A/N : This is a Vampire AU, sounds pretty self explanatory, but I work hard on the world building (which explains the length of this story T.T), and on the plot line too because i don’t want a pwp.  I really hope you read through it all because I spend a lot of time writing this, which was also abundantly fun!

Please please please reblog and/or like if you read this (and enjoy), because every note sincerely put a smile on my face. Feedbacks are entirely welcomed too, and definitely will make my day!

My Other Works : Bread Pudding (Jungkook of BTS), Submerged (Dream!Namjoon)Good Cop (Jungkook of BTS), My Favourite Pair of Eyes (B.I of IKON), Friend from College (Zico of Block B), Darling? (Jimin of BTS)

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Roses (Part 3)

Title: You Saved Me

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,791

Warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, cliffhanger whoops

Prompt: With Abaddon still out of the picture, Dean thinks he’s ready to take on a hunt and get himself back in the game. One rookie mistake almost costs someone their life.

Part 1 - Part 2 -

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You padded down to the kitchen, socked feet making little noise on the hardwood floors. The hallway was dark, prompting you to believe that Sam and Dean had both gone to bed. You were hungry, having denied the dinner that Dean tried to bring you, and you couldn’t bare to lay in bed any longer with your growling stomach.

The kitchen was dark when you entered it; dark and cold and you shivered as you tore open the fridge, prepared to make yourself a quick sandwich. In the middle of the fridge was a plate with your name on it. You pulled it out, setting it on the counter and pulled the yellow sticky note off of it.

An apology

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Conspiracy Theory: Werewolves were myths derived from women starting their period. THINK ABOUT IT. They turn at a certain age if born with the gene - women start when they hit puberty. They have immense pain when changing - women have immense pain when starting. They only appear once a month - women only get their period once a month. You never see the wolf and the person at the same time - women typically hide out on their first day. Werewolves learn how to handle it over time - women learn how to handle it over time. Werewolves can turn others into werewolves - women can activate each others cycles. 

Some poor girl was on her period hiding in bed when a wolf went rogue and THAT is how the legend began.

Reflecting - Part III

Part I    Part II

It wasn’t that Jean didn’t have his own suspicions about the visions. He had done his research and came to a few conclusions himself. But he still preferred to get a second opinion, especially before diving deeper into topics he didn’t have a lot of experience with.
The failed binding did manage to teach him a lesson or two after all.

Hanji took a slow sip of tea before settling back, folding their hands in their lap.
“From what I gather you were hopelessly overcharged that night”, they began, earlier excitement gone and replaced by a calm focus Jean wasn’t sure what to make of. “You tapped into the cycles of two undoubtedly powerful werewolves right after a full moon. I know with your sensitivity for energy shifts you must have felt that power but weren’t sure what to do with it, how to contain it, and so you didn’t. Which, I suppose, wasn’t the worst way to go about it. The chances of powers obtained from benevolent connections like that backfiring are very slim.”

Jean frowned, pursed his lips.
“Backfiring?”, he asked. The last thing he wanted to be told was that he’d been close to burning down his aunt’s cottage during crazy, magic werewolf-sex.
“Well, yes”, Hanji shrugged, unconcerned. “Theoretically it’s possible to attract or summon spirits or lesser fiends when exposed to powers one is not yet ready to wield. But that wasn’t your first night using magic and your mama didn’t raise an idiot, so of course you didn’t.” A brief pause, then a subtle smirk made it back onto Hanji’s lips. “And you won’t, should that happen again. I’ll show you how to redirect and safely release a surplus of energy, it’s easier than it sounds, and then you can have all the fun you want…”

Jean wanted to squirm at the innuendo but kept still and nodded instead, trying to get the conversation back on track.
“So I didn’t summon anything evil but what did I do, exactly?”
Hanji hummed thoughtfully, the smirk melting away as their expression became more serious again.
“To put it simply you … opened gateways. Several overlapping ones because your attempt, if we can even call it that, was unintentional and unfocused. But with how charged you were you still succeeded.”

“Gateways”, Jean repeated and received a quick nod. That was about what he’d suspected. “Gateways to what?”
“I’m sure you’re familiar with the multiverse theory?”
Familiar? Well, he heard of it a few times but never thought he’d actually have to apply any of it. He was a witch, not a physicist. But he still tried his best to answer.
“Kinda. It says our universe exists at the same time as many others, right? That there’s parallel versions of it?”

Hanji nodded, a spark of excitement entering their focused gaze.
“Yes! You see, if our universe is virtually infinite you’ll find every possible constellation of particles in it and several times at that. It’s debatable whether in parallel universes or timelines or realities, or whatever you’d like to call them, those particles overlap, occupying the same space and time while still being mostly inaccessible or if we’re talking about infinite versions of earth scattered across all of infinity where the same events as on our earth take place with the slightest alterations, or if…”
“Yes. You opened gateways to some form of alternate realities of which the definition might be debatable but not their existence.”
That logic he could follow.

“Alright, I thought it might be something like that. So the people I saw…”
Hanji nodded.
“Most likely mirrored versions of yourself and your two werewolves, since your energies were most present and you would have latched onto anything reverberating before branching out to other signatures.”
It felt strange, having his suspicions confirmed like that. Being told that he’d made contact, in some form another, with alternate versions of himself, of Eren and Marco. Jean wondered what they were like. At least they seemed to know each other in some of the parallel timelines…

A strange thought, yes, but Jean couldn’t help but get more curious as well. He’d reached out once and had been mostly successful. Focused intention or not, he’d opened the gateways, he’d caught glimpses of what was behind and he wanted more. He wanted to try this time, wanted to do it right and not just stumble into something he couldn’t control.
Before he knew it he’d knocked back the rest of his tea and placed the cup back onto the table, staring Hanji down.

“What would happen if I didn’t do it by accident? If I tried to control it?”
Hanji looked at him for a few seconds before a wide, wild grin started to spread across their face.
“That’s my boy.” Reaching over to the side table they retrieved a stack of old cards, yellowing and torn at the edges, well-loved and used more often than anyone could imagine.
With a practised motion Hanji fanned out the cards between them in a neat semi-circle.
“Let’s find out.”

Part IV

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Cycles [Taehyung]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1587
Description: Werewolves are puppies and need to be taken care of. 

Author’s Note: Or that au where you help taehyung after every single change during the full moon and he loves you a lot for it

Taehyung sits with his hands jammed under his thighs, slouched forwards, breathing becoming more and more labored by the second. The road is rocky — a tiny little dirt path not really meant for vehicles — and the car moves bumpily, Taehyung tensing every time the car jumps.


You look over at Taehyung hesitantly, and only for a moment, before turning your attention back to the dimly lit path, your hands wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel that your knuckles are beginning to turn white, and your palms are sweating. “We’re almost there, Tae, let me just —”

“I said stop,” Taehyung growls, his voice, normally deep, is even deeper, coming from the back of his throat in a guttural roar. His eyes flash that sharp yellow and your heart skips a beat as Taehyung glares at you. “Stop the car now and let me out.”

You brake immediately, and Taehyung shoves open the car door, leaping out of the car and landing on all fours before scrambling to his feet and heading for the woods in a slouching lope. You watch Taehyung for as long as you can before he disappears from your sight before you reach over to tug the door close.

You notice the leather where Taehyung had placed his hands is torn, and stuffing is coming up from the seats. The full moon hangs low in the sky, an overly-saturated orange color that, paired with the howls that come occasionally from the woods, makes the situation almost comical, unreal.

The night is cold, and you’ve already reluctantly turned the heating off after an hour, too afraid to use up the car’s battery. You tug your coat around yourself just a little tighter, and wrap your hands around the mug of coffee you’d poured yourself from the thermos.

Coffee was essential for these kind of nights. The nights where sleeping could mean that you would wake and Taehyung would be nowhere to be seen. As the thought hits you, you take another gulp of the coffee and squint hard past the dashboard of the car, scanning the woods.


Sighing you lean back, getting comfortable before your eyelids begin to droop and you catch yourself, and lean forwards. You open the windows just a little bit, and the cold air hits you immediately. You can feel the bite of the cold on your nose and cheeks, and grit your teeth to stop them from chattering incessantly.

You think you see something move and almost spill your coffee leaning forwards to get a better look, but it’s nothing. Or if it’s something, it’s not Taehyung. Your eyes are quick to pick up any movement, now. Of course, it’s easier, since you’ve had nearly a year to practice.

Eleven months meant eleven changes, and eleven times to plan and re-plan how you and Taehyung would go through with his change each time. It was hard to imagine that, just eleven months ago, Taehyung hadn’t had to be driven to the woods every month and go through the painful change he did. But just eleven months ago, Taehyung had been bitten. It was better than some teen drama, you supposed, because the wolf who’d bitten him had apologized both profusely and politely once he’d come to his senses, and had helped a great amount in preparing both you and Taehyung for the first moon.

Suddenly, you see a figure limp out of the woods and scramble back into a sitting position from your slouch. “Shit,” you curse under your breath, tossing the coffee left in your mug out the window before reaching behind you for the spare clothing you’d brought and clambering out of the car.

Taehyung’s naked and walking drunkenly, arms hanging limply, tiredly by his side. You hurry over towards him, passing him a fresh pair of boxers in lieu of a greeting, and holding him by the shoulder to steady him as he pulled them on. You pass him the sweatpants next, and then a sweater, before helping him walk back to the car.

Taehyung seems boneless as he tumbles back into the car seat, and you lean over him to fasten his seatbelt, placing a kiss on his muddy cheek as you draw back. He answers with a mumble, leaning into your touch before closing his eyes and sinking back into the seat. You muss his hair fondly, and check the usual places (stomach, thighs, ankles, chest) for any injuries, humming satisfactorily when you see he only has minor scratches, and a slightly deeper wound just above his ribs — nothing that can’t be patched up quickly.

The third month he’d changed, he’d somehow managed to break a rib and tear a hole on the left of his abdomen, and you’d had to treat him in a panicked stupor.

“Sorry,” Taehyung says just as you back the car up and make a turn to go back up the path. The sun’s just about to rise, and the woods are a fresh, dewy green.

You look over to him briefly, quizzically, and he smiles a tired version of his usual boxy grin. “For snapping at you in the car.”

You snort, reaching over the joystick to squeeze his hand. “Don’t be stupid, Tae. I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I just didn’t want to…”

You look over at him and smile wanly. “Eat me?”

He smiles sheepishly back. “Something like that.”

“Don’t be sorry, I know what you meant.”

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow,” Taehyung offers.

“Yeah? My friend’s been telling me about this really cute dog cafe downtown!”

“Isn’t that the place you go with your dog?”

“Yes,” you giggle. “And I have the best dog in the world.” You reach over and poke at Taehyung’s cheek and pet his head.

Taehyung snorts despite the bad joke, and leans over, licking a stripe up from your neck to your jaw. You gasp, and scrub at the wet trail with a whine. You slap him on the thigh without taking your eyes off the road, and Taehyung laughs throatily.

“Bad dog!” you tease, and Taehyung barks a couple of times for good measure before leaning back in his seat with a tired sigh.

The journey back is short, even with the silence, and you’re back at the apartment in no time, helping Taehyung drag his feet up the stairs, and leading him to the shower.

“I’m going to boil some water, okay? Strip yourself and get in the shower.”

Taehyung looks up, lips twitching into a lopsided smirk, as if ready to make a some dirty joke, but he seems to find himself too tired to actually speak, and ends up just nodding instead.

By the time the kettle’s on and you’ve got a mug with a tea bag ready, the shower’s on, and the clothes Taehyung’d been wearing were strewn on the bathroom floor. The mirror’s beginning to steam up, but Taehyung’s just sitting in the bath, the shower head jetting water onto his drooped head.

“You’re muddy, Tae.”

He hums, and you sigh, kneeling beside the tub to reach for the shampoo. “Relax, then, okay?”

Taehyung nods and tilts his head back so you can lather him up, obediently turning his head this way and that, and lifting his arms to be washed. You can feel his muscles shifting under smooth skin every time you touch him, as if his body was answering to your hands, and you can’t help but lean forwards and place a kiss on his shoulder. Taehyung grins, and tilts his head back, bangs dripping water on the tiled floors, to kiss you again. You oblige, pressing your lips against his plush ones before pulling him out of the tub and wrapping him in a towel.

You always somewhat baby Taehyung after his full moon night, and you think it’s completely justifiable, considering the fact that he’d spent the entire night shifting into another creature and traipsing around the woods. His eyes are only just fading from the bright yellow back to their usual dark color, and you’re filled with that strange sort of relief you always feel when it happens.

“I’ve made tea,” you say as Taehyung dresses, stifling a yawn. “Or would you rather bed?”

“Bed,” Taehyung says, walking forwards to wrap his arms around your chest and tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder. “With you.”

You snort, but nod, and walk forwards. Taehyung refuses to let go, so you walk in tandem, and flop unceremoniously onto the bed when you reach it.

“I love you,” Taehyung murmurs as the both of you wriggle under the sheets, him shifting to mould his chest against your back. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Staying with me even though I’m this… thing.”

You reach for his hand and weave your fingers through his, humming contentedly. “I happen to find this thing quite attractive,” you say. “And I’ve also been in love with this thing for a long time before it became another thing; I’m not going to suddenly change my feelings because you’re part dog.”

“Wolf!” Taehyung corrects with a whine, and you snort.

“Yeah, a scary wolf.”

“I’m terrifying.”

“Absolutely so,” you agree, and Taehyung laughs, hot puffs of breath against the back of your shoulder.

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Taehyung kisses the nape of your neck, and you sigh, moving backwards to settle into his clutch even more. “Goodnight,” he mutters, even though it’s technically morning.

You grin. “Good dog.”

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The Wolves of Mercy Falls series by Maggie Stiefvater

For years, Grace has watched the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf—her wolf—is a chilling presence she can’t seem to live without.

Meanwhile, Sam has lived two lives: In winter, the frozen woods, the protection of the pack, and the silent company of a fearless girl. In summer, a few precious months of being human… until the cold makes him shift back again.

Now, Grace meets a yellow-eyed boy whose familiarity takes her breath away. It’s her wolf. It has to be. But as winter nears, Sam must fight to stay human—or risk losing himself, and Grace, forever.

*What I thought: 4.5 out of 5 stars

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Strange Company - trashbinofdestiny
Final Fantasy XV [Archive of Our Own]
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Final Fantasy XV
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ardyn Izunia
Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Ardyn Izunia, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Cor Leonis
Additional Tags: More characters as they appear, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Werewolves, Mating Cycles/In Heat, messed up relationships, Soulmates, Sex

A werewolf AU:
Ardyn Izunia returns to the pack that cast him out over twenty years before, with the goal to replace Regis as pack leader. However, his plans change when he sees Regis’ son, and the effects of their meeting will have lasting consequences.