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☽ ● | members: seokjin x reader x jungkook ☽ ● | genre: poly, wolf au, mates au, college au, urban fantasy, angst, smut ☽ ● | wc: 10.7k+ ☽ ● | warnings: none in particular in this part! ☽ ● | notes: here is the first part ! I think this one is going to end up being one of the longer series, so pls send me an ask and lmk what kind of tropes/scenarios u love to see in wolf aus! i wanna make this as self indulgent as possible LMFAO
The entirety of your introduction and exposure to wolves has been at the hands of Jimin and Taehyung, who over the course of your study have arguably become your best friends. It isn’t until they drag you to a party held at their packhouse that you meet the rest of their pack, though– and once you do, thing’s already aren’t the same as they were before;…
Wolves mate for life, and wolves are almost exclusively monogamous. It’s rare for a wolf to have a human mate, and even more unheard of for a wolf to have more than one mate. Unfortunately for you, an incident at this party lands you in the middle of every exception there could possibly be.
— posted; 09.09.2020 | prologue ● next▸
The air is crisp and the plants coloured cool around you, but you’re not cold.
You recognise this clearing you’re in, but not from the waking world. No, you recognise it because just as it is right now, it has been the set of your dreamscape before. So it’s familiar, as you gaze upon it, but at the same time something tingles under your skin in anticipation of the unknown that the shadows hold just beyond the treeline.
It must be early morning, you think to yourself, as you allow your gaze to slip to the sky. It’s just fading out of the darkened caress of the night as you look upon it, tinting lighter with each breath you take. You love mornings, you recall with familiarity– you especially love mornings like this.
There’s a slight mist in the air. You don’t notice it until you direct you gaze back down to the dewy earth, eyes captured by each patch of wildflowers and blotch of colour. It feels almost magical, really, but for some reason… that isn’t the tone of this moment.
You don’t know what it is, but something curls in your stomach a little like anticipation. What are you waiting for? You know you’ve seen this place before, but you can’t remember when, or why…
At some point you’ve taken a seat in the meadow, and while a part of you expects dampness to seep into your skin, you remain safe and dry. It’s comfortable. This is the nicest dream you’ve ever dreamt, a distant part of you surmises. You’re just running your hands through the silky blades of grass and watching the dewdrops collect on your skin when a soft snap sounds far to your left.
You probably should be alarmed, but when you look up it’s only in curiosity. What you see, again, should be cause for alarm– but for some reason, the sight of the great, hulking wolf lingering at the edge of the treeline doesn’t cause you anything but a flutter in your stomach.
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