#Imprint fic

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Finished him! Color looks a lot different in person. My phone and the lighting washed it out some.

This is some concept art for Ghost King Father!Jason todd as he eventually appears in my fic, Imprint.

Decided to slap the Red Hood bat on his chest like a breast plate and I really like the way it looks. Still tweaking colors and making final decisions on the face, but I think I'll stay with these horns. And the crown is still undecided but this is kind of what I ended up finally thinking of. I went with green jewels to go with his eyes and Lazlo (name pending? Let me know what you think. Might run a poll soon on the Pit tiger's name).

Anyway this was a much bigger undertaking than I thought it would be when I started, but it was one hell of a stretch to get back into making art again.

(Sorry about the state of my signature, lmfao. I'm in the middle of designing one and I'm playing with ideas)

Media is basically whatever I found in the kitchen sink and then some. Anyway, it's time for a nap.

#Fanart #Fanfic #Imprint fic #Dpxdc #Dp x DC #Danny phantom #Batman #Jason Todd #Halfa!Jason #Ghost King Father!Jason #Ghost King Regent!Jason #Is he one or the other #I don't know #Neither does Jason #Frank probably does but he'll wait until he thinks Jason is ready for another crisis before he drops the reveal #Also I had an idea for a future story arc that's pretty fucking rad but I can't say anything #So pretend you didn't read that #Smokey boi #He do what he do #Please picture Roy in the background with sunglasses on even though it's night out #Because this boy is on fire #Literally

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Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 5

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader Wordcount: 1300 Summary: Paul and y/n attend a wedding of Paul's ex, and feelings of jealousy surface

Writers note: Here is part 5 of 'who we are', Previous parts: part 1 | part 2 | Part 3 | part 4

Part 6 coming soon.

Three months later

You and Paul tried to spend some time together, tried being friends again. It was awkward in the beginning but it became easier over time. Today, however, was a strange day. You were invited to the wedding of Jake's sister, Rachel who was also Paul's ex. You didn't quite know how to act, you were so uncomfortable with the situation. You knew that the universe assigned Paul to you, you belonged together but somehow being at Rachel’s wedding made you insecure. You knew their history, he loved her at one point and he only came to you because of a supernatural bond. It stung

The gentle sea breeze played with your hair as you took your seat, they had chosen a beachside wedding ceremony. The chairs were arranged in neat rows on the sandy aisle, and you found yourself guided by the pack to a seat next to Paul. As you sat side by side, the tension between you was palpable, an unspoken acknowledgement of what was going on.

Rachel, adorned in a stunning white gown, stood under the flower-adorned arbour with her brother Jacob. The ceremony was set against the backdrop of the setting sun, casting a warm glow over the beach. Your gaze involuntarily flickered towards Paul, his expression unreadable behind his sunglasses. The pack had strategically placed the two of you together, a subtle reminder of the complexities that lingered beneath the surface.

As Rachel exchanged vows with her new partner, Thomas, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over you. You couldn't help but feel a sting of jealousy as you caught the fleeting glances exchanged between Paul and Rachel. The unspoken history between them lingered in the air, and you found yourself caught between the joy of Rachel's wedding and the jealousy burning inside your chest. The ceremony unfolded with the rhythmic crash of waves providing a natural soundtrack. Your attention alternated between the heartfelt vows and the subtle interplay of emotions between Paul and Rachel. You couldn't decipher the look they shared, but it left a knot of uncertainty in your stomach. You were jealous. You knew that they dated for a longue time but you never knew how things ended, you made a mental note to ask one of the boys if they knew what had happened. 

Once the vows were exchanged, applause erupted, and you joined in the celebration.  As the crowd dispersed for the reception, you found yourself standing up from your seat to join the festivities. Paul did the same. Before he had the chance to walk away you grabbed his hand. He looked down and softly squeezed you hand in a reassuring gesture as he took of his sunglasses to give you a wink. 

The beach reception was a lively affair, with laughter, music, and the scent of saltwater lingering in the air. The two of you observed Rachel and Thomas sharing their first dance, the couple seemingly lost in the magic of the moment. The pack surrounded them, creating a circle of joy.

Later in the evening, as the dance floor came alive, you found yourself face to face with Paul. The music played a melodic tune, and Paul extended his hand, inviting you to join him for a dance. Hesitant, you  accepted, and you swayed to the rhythm of the music. In the warmth of the night, with the moon casting its glow on the beach, you danced in a silence filled with unspoken words. As you moved together, you couldn't ignore the weight of the bond that connected you. The proximity brought a mix of comfort and uncertainty, and you finally broke the silence.

‘Paul, what does this all mean?’ you asked, voice barely audible over the music. Paul paused for a moment, his gaze meeting yours. ‘Y/n, I understand this is a lot to take in. It means whatever you want it to. If you want to go back to your old life, I would understand. The bond... it's not something everyone can handle.’ You didn’t respond immediately. ‘But everyone I know found a way to work their one out, I think we could to. I would do everything for you to see you happy.’ The sincerity in Paul's eyes struck a chord within you. The complexities of the supernatural world, the unspoken history with Rachel, and the undeniable connection with Paul left you feeling torn. For a moment, you considered the possibility of stepping away, of returning to a life untouched by the supernatural. You could go back to Phoenix, pretending that nothing ever happened. You felt a sting in your heart, you knew you couldn't leave him behind. ‘

Paul, still holding you in a gentle embrace, sensed your uncertainty. He stopped dancing, and he looked into your eyes, a mixture of understanding and sincerity in his gaze. ‘I would be anything you want me to be. I can give you some space if you want that.’ ‘Paul,’ youbegan, your voice soft yet filled with a myriad of emotions, ‘I want to be here, but I don't know how to navigate this. The imprint bond, your history with Rachel… It's a lot, and I'm not sure how to handle it all.’

Paul nodded, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. ‘I get it, Y/n but me and Rachel are history.’ You sighed. ‘Then what were those looks?’ He shrugged. 'We were together for a long time, but the moment I saw you after my first time shifting changed everything. She knew I couldn't stay away from you, that she didn't stand a chance.' A soft smile hung on his lips. ‘No one compares to you.’  He gently stroked your cheek. Your gaze met Paul's, searching for reassurance. ‘I want to stay,’ you confessed, ‘but I don't know what that means for us. How do we handle this imprint thing? We tried to be friends and we both know it only works for certain aspects.’ Paul sighed, a mix of contemplation and resignation in his expression.  ‘It's complicated. Imprinting is like a force pulling us together, and we can't just ignore it. But we also have a choice in how we navigate it.’

The weight of Paul's words settled in the night air, and you felt the gravity of the situation. ‘What do you want, Paul?’ you asked, eyes searching for clarity. Paul hesitated, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. ‘I want you to have a choice, Y/n. If staying means too much upheaval in your life, I'd understand. The imprint bond is strong, but it doesn't mean you're trapped. We can figure this out together.’ You sighed. ‘But what do you want?’ He shifted his gaze to you. ‘You, I want you.’

The sincerity in Paul's words resonated with you. The imprint bond was a force beyond your control, but it didn't erase your agency. The uncertainty lingered, but a glimmer of determination sparked within you. Deep down you knew you felt more than friendship for him, you had a connection. The flirting before was proof of it. You wanted to give this a chance. ‘I want to stay,’ you admitted, your voice firm. ‘I want to understand this world, our connection. But I need time, we need to take one step at a time Paul.’ A smile crept on his lips. He looked into your eyes, a gentle gaze full of love, and you could only stare back. 'We'll figure it out together, we have each other.' You nodded. 'Don't move.' He gently leaned forward, immensely slow afraid of scaring you away. 'Paul.' 'Shhh.' He placed his lips feather lightly on yours. When he leaned back again you followed him, not wanting the kiss to stop. He laughed softly and placed his hands on your cheeks. His lips found yours again, a little wilder than the kiss before. You were going to figure it out together.

#paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x y/n #twilight fic #wolve pack fic #jacob black #edward cullen #twilight #bella swan #imprint fic

[mybadlywrittenstories]

Enchanted to meet you (Paul Lahote X OC)

“Shhh.” Amelia shushed her little sister Evelyn as she tip-toed down the staircase leading to the foyer. Both girls stopped before the last step, hiding behind the wall which separated them from their expected guest—well their parents expected guests.

Amelia and Evelyn were the two daughters of head of the north American coven. Well, their mother was head of the coven, their father was Fae; a simple mythical creature known mainly for their connection with nature and healing magic. It was common for Fae and witches to mingle amongst one another, as witches channeled the powers of nature for their spells and potions; much like the Fae. Procreation between the two species was a special rarity, most Fae never made romantic or sexual connections as there was no real need. You see, Fae is not made through conventional means.

If you’ve ever been out in nature, in a secluded spot where it almost seems untouched by humanity, you feel the sudden sense of calmness rushing over you. The sun seems to illuminate the world around you in a blanket of warmth and bliss, and it feels as if in that moment everything is perfect; that means a Fae was probably just born near you. The Fae believes that mother nature carefully crafts each and every Fae, their bodies created from the earth itself, and then she releases them to live their lives and protect her earth. Other species have different theories on how the Fae came to be, but no one can say with complete certainty.

This seeming species wide asexuality is why it causes everyone a shock when a Fae bares a child physically, and to do so with not only a witch but one of the most powerful witches in existence? The leader of the North American Coven? Now that creates two very interesting girls.

Amelia Boleyn is an 18-year-old halfling, those halves being part witch and Fae. She stands on the shorter side, just under 5’3—however if anyone ever called her anything less than 5’3 she’d make sure to put them in their place. She cropped her hair just above her shoulders with some rusty kitchen scissors during a slightly tipsy night she shared with her sister. Her skin was naturally on the tanner side, resembling her father’s coloring of curly dark hair and tan skin, more so than her mother’s red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. She came into her powers when she was 13 years of age, although she showed much promise with her witchcraft already being a fourth level spell caster. She much preferred dabbling in the simple powers of her father, a stereotypical daddy’s girl. She would much rather go out into the woods, lay in a field, and connect with nature rather than sit at home and stare at old grimoires.

Her sister Evelyn, however, is the opposite. She is 16 and also a halfling, her skin only a shade or two darker than her mothers, she also had her mother’s straight auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. She was also one who could spend hours sitting in her room, reading her ancestors grimoires and attempting to learn to cast new and more advanced spells, already dabbling the same level as her older sisters, but severely struggling with any Fae related magic.

The two girls are very possibly going to become two of the strongest women alive, and here they were huddled together behind a flimsy wooden wall, straining to eavesdrop on their parents’ conversation. Amelia and Evelyn both shared worried looks as they heard multiple heavy footsteps walking into the house. Their father Aeon had told them of the recent killings of magic folk in the area, forbidding them from going out alone even for the most insignificant of tasks. Whoever was responsible for the killings was targeting young adults and teens, and although they have yet to kill a Fae child or witch child, the matter needed to be dealt with.

As far as anyone could tell, going off the bodies of the victims, the killer was a vampire. Incredibly fast, and efficient killers, but not known to go after other supernatural’s. Something was brewing, and Jenny and Aeon Boleyn had made the decision to call in the only supernatural’s who were properly equipped to deal with a vampire, wolf shifters.

Amelia and Evelyn were fascinated when their father explained who was coming, and why they had to keep their distance. The northwestern shifters were notorious for being big, burly brutes with wicked tempers. Tales of the smallest disagreement turning into massive fights involving clashing canines spread like wildfire when they seemingly reappeared a few years back after being presumed extinct. To the girls, however, this made them a group of very fascinating subjects to poke and prod at—youthful stupidity mixed with curiosity.

Amelia leaned closer to the edge of doorway as she heard a somehow quiet, yet booming voice start to speak. “Aeon it’s been too long.” A small pause filled with the sound of scuffing shoes and a door closing, “I only wish this meeting was under better circumstances.” The same voice spoke again, sounding sympathetic.

“It’s so nice to see you, Sam.” Their mother’s sweet voice greeted, “It’s so nice to see all of you. Though, I do see a few new faces. Please everyone come inside and sit down I’m sure your journey has been very tiring.” Multiple deep voices muttered hellos, and then heavy footsteps followed the woman into the small living room.

Most of the men opted to sit on the grown, allowing Sam their pack alpha to sit on the couch with Jen and Aeon. They all trusted Sam when he said the couple could be trusted, perhaps it was the wolf in them that made them skeptical of the unknown but regardless of the reason, no one but Sam wanted to be too close to the two.

The two girls waited on the stairs for a few minutes, trying to strain and hear what was being said, but all they could pick up on was the low mumbling of conversation. “You think we should try to get closer?” Evelyn whispered into her older sister’s ear, her heart thrumming quickly with excitement.

Amelia considered for a moment, weighing if the risk of getting caught was worth satiating her curiosity, in the end the latter won. “Yes, but don’t make any noise. I so do not want to hear the lecture from mom and dad if they catch us snooping.”

Unbeknownst to the pair, the shifters had exceptional hearing and all of them had picked up on the quiet encounter a few yards away. Sam simply ignored the two girls, seeing no real threat in them eavesdropping, Quill, Embry, Seth, Collin, Brady, and Paul all shared sly smirks to one another—not so subtly glancing at the small door way as gentle and slow footstep inched forward.

“You should take a peek—see what they look like! “Evelyn urged faintly, Nudging her sister with her arm. “Why me? So, I’m the one who gets caught?” Amelia shot a pointed glare towards her younger, yet taller sister. “Yes! Now look, Mom said werewolves were usually all ruggedly handsome! Maybe the same applies for shifters.” Evelyn had a wicked smirk on her mouth as she envisioned a group of big burly men fresh for the pickings waiting in her living room—those teenage hormones surging through her body at the prospect.

“That’s gross, Eve.” Amelia sighed, rolling her eyes, “But I’ll do it… not because you said they were hot though.” The two sisters shared a mischievous look together, before Amelia crouched down to knee level and carefully leaned past the doorway, bracing herself on the wall so as not to fall and peering into the living room.

A not so silent profanity left her lips as her eyes met six other pairs of eyes looking directly back at her. In her shock her grip slipped on the door frame, and she tumbled into full view of everyone—including her parents. Evelyn silently died of laughter still hidden behind the wall, before quickly making her escape back up the stairs, abandoning her sister to the wolves.

“Uh—Hi!” Amelia chirper, looking around at the men in her living room, very purposely not making eye contact with her parents. “I just… uhm” Evelyn quickly looked around the floor around her, a somewhat stupid plan popping her head, but hell it was her only idea. She reached forward and grabbed a lost pen from the floor and held it up swinging it in the air. “Was just lookin for this!” As her eyes travelled back up to the unknown men, the pen almost fell from her hands.

Amelia thought it was just due to the surprise of meeting eyes with—in her opinion—the most attractive man in the room. Paul, however, felt as if he was cemented in his place, sitting on an old Abrash rug in a run-down but quaint little cottage, looking into a pair of beautiful dark eyes. A gentle click in his brain, and he knew what this feeling was, this feeling as if he had just taken off a filter from his eyes and he was finally seeing clearly. Her confused face tempting him to come closer, and to never leave. His imprint.

Everyone but Amelia could feel the shift in the air, Jen Boleyn silently screaming in her head as it dawned on her. Her precious eldest daughter being imprinted upon by a shifter? A breed who was made to kill and slaughter their enemies without a moment of remorse, she opened her mouth to speak but no words would leave her lips.

Amelia looked around at all the shocked and speechless faces, assuming this was caused solely by her interruption, her face reddened, and she quickly stood up, ignoring the slight ache in her hips where she landed. “I’m just going to go, it was nice—uh—meeting all of you!” She smiled before quickly making her exit and running up the stairs.

Amelia threw herself into her room and hopped up onto her bed. She knew she was in for it but she silently prayed to mother nature that her parents wouldn’t be too pissed about the interruption—a pointless prayer and she knew it. Remaining under her covers she shimmied off her jeans and bra and turned over towards her window. Listening to the now significantly louder voices downstairs speak and watching the pale blue clouds pass by the full moon outside. She laid there for what felt like hours, but in reality, was only thirty minutes, waiting for her parents’ lecture to come—but it never did. Instead, she was slowly lulled into one of the deepest slumbers she had in a very long time, strangely plagued by the sight of those deep brown eyes of one of the very handsome but strange young man.

#paul lahote #twilight #twilight saga #twilight fanfic #oc #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote fanfiction #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x amelia boleyn #au #witch #fae #wolf pack #wolf pack twilight #twilight x oc #amelia boleyn #enchanted to meet you #imprint fic

[harmonyverendez]

True Kinda Love ~ Twilight [ New Moon ] Fanfic ( Oc x Oc )

Part 1

Rosalind ----->

Her Imprint Dakota Benally ----->

Rosalind smiled as she looked into the fire, her thoughts were somewhere else tonight. She didn't give anyone else attention tonight.

Beside her, Paul ( the hothead ) of the pack was wolfing down food, aside him was Leah and Seth who were busy staring across the fire.

Tonight was one of those nights, where everyone gets together at the bonfire and tells stories.

The wind blew and her long brown hair blew in the wind. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft sensation of her hair blowing in the wind.

She made eye contact with Sam, who smiled at her. Looking away someone then walked over to circle, and around others and sat down.

Rosalind arched an eyebrow as she tried to get a closer look at the person, but the Person had a hood on.

She sighed and looked at Leah.

The girl had tears in her eyes, and she felt sorry for her. Her ex was sitting right over near her, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Because her ex, Sam was in love / imprinted on her cousin, Emily.

Which sucks.

No one wants to be in a long triangle.

Rosalind finally looked in front of her, finally the person pulled back the hood and their eyes made eye contact.

The first thing she noticed was that, the male was beautiful. And that she never seen him before.

' he must be new, I've never seen him before '

And then it happened, it was like gravity held them there. Everything that mattered before did not matter anymore.

Only him/her.

They both had one thing on their mind.

' Mine '.

Everything around them shifted and the silence was awkward.

That was until a voice spoke up.

“ Did he just imprint on Rosalind?” Paul asked. “ way to go Dakota”.

' so that was his name? What a beautiful name '

“ Paul shut up!” a voice snapped.

Rosalind blinked and reality as she stood to her feet, Dakota did as well.

She could see him more now, he has a long and lean but muscular body type.

But tall, maybe around six foot four?

But overall beautiful.

They made eye contact again, and neither could seem to pull away.

It was like gravity was truly holding them there.

Others around them smiled, Sam smiled softly, he too was glad the young teen found her other half.

Rosalind finally had the courage to move, she stormed off.

She would no be tied to something that she would end up losing control of herself.

Imprinting was slavery.

And she would be no part of it.

Behind her, Dakota smiled slowly transformed to a frown, his eyes glossing over as he looked back at the pack.

They all seemed to have the same facial expression on their face.

' Go get her'.

The young shape shifter ran off chasing his true love.

While others cheered him on.

Not knowing the consequences that were about to happen.

#twilight fanfiction #new moon movie #stephanie meyer #my post #harmonyverendez #femaleowned #male owned #original characters #romance #imprinting #soulbond au #twilight saga #imprint fic

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

If u don’t greet ur s/o like this then what are u doing

#zukka #zuko x sokka #zukka fanart #atla #atla fanart #I read this fic where Sokka gives Zuko a kiss water tribe style #and it was just so…… #like it was a similar vibe to this and it’s forever been imprinted to my brain #but anyways #cuties

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #154

CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk 

Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.

When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.

It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.

The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.

Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.

He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.

This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.

This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.

#sing it with me: codependency irl is bad but reading it in fic heals me on fundamental levels #give me separation anxiety peter! fiercely protective suddenly-a-parent tony! #irondad fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #btw sorry this is so gruesome y'all #cw: violence #idk is that the right tag? #just this image of peter being the only one of a whole group to survive wouldn't leave my brain #then him imprinting on his rescuer instantly #how tony might struggle with emotional vulnerability normally but wouldn't hesitate to comfort this child #iron dad and spider son #peter parker #tony stark #also imagine the moment a few months in when peter finally asks tony to be his dad #tony (crying): sure I can do that #imagine a moment where tony tells peter about his own time being kidnapped #imagine what would happen if the kidnappers (let's say hydra) CAME BACK #queueueueue #see announcements

[pocketramblr]

you know im thinking. im thinking maybe Yoichi wasn't even that into captain hero as an adult, but AfO kept bringing LITERALLY every conversation back to that because he decided to Be The Demon Lord and so Yoichi like, can't get an argument in unless he uses the same material so he's like 'oh my god i haven't even thought about that comic in ten years but even i know the bad guy didn't win. you should not be basing you whole identity, business model, and world destruction plan on your five-second impression of a comic book bad guy who didn't even win! also you shouldn't kill people!'

#AfO has a very flat picture of Yoichi in his head #His Possession. Weak and small. and taught him language reading and socialization with Captain Hero #he's THORS POPTARTS-ing his own brother in his memories #what sort of art styles did yoichi like? how did he interact with gender? did he like his eyes or did he wish they were different? was he a #morning person or a night person? were there clothing textures he loved or couldn't stand? did he like to collect feathers or leaves? did h #ever pick up any sense of religious knowledge from his assorted readings? cultural identity? did he learn how to cook in theory but never #had the materials to practice? or did he cook once they were older as AfO sort of internalized that as yoichi's subservient role? #or did he make absolute monstrosities when he attempted to bake anything? #We dont know because all we see of Yoichi is: #his brother's memories of him. could be flanderization for all we know #and an imprint of Yoichi in ofa #who by necessity has to be focused on his brother #we'll never get to see the whole picture of the dead holders. they're dead. and we can't change that. can't know their vibrant lives #so yeah lets see. a five+one fic about yoichi's changing relationship with media property captain hero over time in his life and death #compared to afo's static impression of yoichi's relationship / afo's own unchanging relationship with it #hmmmm

[fckedupnerd]

This mf was the hottest Mat has ever been and nobody can convince me otherwise. Fickelgruber the one true love of my LIFE. 💚💚💚💚

#wonka 2023 #mathew baynton #mat baynton #fickelgruber #felix fickelgruber #only man ever #I love him SO MUCH #hottest Mat character for me now #yes he even surpassed Sam Pinkett #and for anyone that knows me that is a HUGE deal #but WHEW this man right here #fucking perfect #he is so gorgeous #if evil why sexy #main character energy frfr #fuck I want so much fic of Slugworth domming him pls #is that so much to ask #I’m not very good at writing the sex part of fic #but god I hope people who are good at that part imprint on these two and especially Felix as much as I have because WOW I need it #down so bad #will never recover from this film #wonka #wonka movie #ficklegruber

[asliceofzosan]

that picture of taz on a motorcycle had me feeling things so heres a wip i started again

please send zoro thoughts and prayers

#wip #one piece #opla #sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan #niki's fics: hands around my waist (don't let go) #WHY. WHY MUST THAT PICTURE BE IMPRINTED ONTO MY BRAIN AT THIS HOUR ????? #TAZ SKYLAR ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES

[its-kinda-snowy]

Their kiss is messy, awkward, not quite sure how to put their mouths together. House gasps into it softly, grabs at Wilson's hair and touches him, like that's all he'll ever be able to do. Their noses bump and he laughs into Wilson's mouth, giddy, grabbing onto him like he's all he can hold onto for the rest of his days. "Okay," Wilson says, out of breath and wild-eyed. "I... That was a good test run. I've got some mixed feelings. What about a confirmation of my suspicions, doctor?" "You need proof for your thesis?" he teases. Before Wilson can answer, he pulls him into another kiss. This one is more confident, eager— their mouths press together in a song and dance that is a little too innocent for two men in their forties. We really are a tiger away from an act in Vegas

scene illustrated from the lovely fic It Will Come Back by Wishb0ne on AO3!

#fanart #house md #hatecrimes md #gregory house #james wilson #hilson #this was gonna be more pages but I forgot how much comics kick my ass #ough the fic is now permanently imprinted on my brain #its so soft and comforting but manages to stay true to their characters!? #impossible im gonna need 400 more of these

[hashtagdrivebywrites]

Just finished drafting chapter 12! Now I gotta edit the living hell out of it. I'll let y'all know when it's posted!

Chapter 12: Op. Nursery:

#fic update #imprint fic #This one took a while because everyones got something to say in it lmao #But that's how it goes with awkward family dinners #made a man cry in this one #Surprise! It's Jason lmfao

[agent-grey-fics]

Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 4

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader

Wordcount: 2500

Summary: In a small town nestled between the towering pines and the crashing waves, Y/n finds herself entangled in a web of secrets and supernatural mysteries. A chance revelation from Paul propels her into the heart of the Quileute tribe's ancient tales and the enigmatic force of imprinting. As the bonfire's glow illuminates the hidden stories of destiny, Y/n is caught between the echoes of legends and the complexities of her own heart, unsure if she can navigate the shadows of a world she never knew existed.

Writers note: Here is part 4 of 'who we are', part 5 coming soon ,

Previous parts: part 1 | part 2 | Part 3

You can keep your distance. His words kept echoing through your head as you made your way over to Jacob’s place. The drive to Jacob's place felt longer than usual, the weight of Paul's words hanging heavily in the air. Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts, torn between the desire to confront Jacob about the supernatural world he was part of and the uncertainty of how to handle your complicated feelings towards Paul. The engine hummed beneath the hood of your car as you pulled into Jacob's driveway, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself before stepping out into the cool evening.

The familiar scent of pine and damp earth surrounded you as you approached Jacob's house, its warm glow spilling out from the windows. The front door opened before you could even knock, revealing Jacob's concerned expression.

‘Hey,’ he greeted, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what was bothering you. You didn't waste any time. "Why didn't you tell me about the supernatural world, Jake? Paul said to keep my distance. What's going on?’ Jacob sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. ‘Look, I wanted to protect you. It's not an easy world to understand, and I didn't want you to get involved. But with you being his imprint he had to tell you.’ You raised your eyebrow, how did he know? It seemed to be an intimate fact that he wouldn’t share with everyone, so how did Jake know?’

You crossed your arms, frustration bubbling within you. ‘Protect me? From what, exactly?’

Jacob hesitated as if debating how much to reveal. ‘We’re not the only supernatural beings y/n. Remember our tales, you have us but there are also cold ones, and other creatures out there. It's dangerous, and I didn't want you caught up in the middle of it.’

A shiver ran down your spine at the mention of cold obes. It felt like you had stepped into a fantasy novel, and reality was slipping away. ‘Xold ones?’ He nodded. ‘The blood-sucking kind, vampires.’ You didn't know what to say for a moment. ‘Vampires?’ He nodded. ‘What kind of shit show have I gotten into?’ He laughed. ‘You’ll get used to it.’ A soft sigh left your lips. ‘Paul said I should stay away from him. What's that about?’

Jacob's expression darkened. ‘Paul imprinted on you. It's a wolf thing. He can't stay away, even if he wanted to. Imprinting is like a soulmate bond. He can't help how he feels.’

Your eyes widened at the revelation. It still sounded like something out of a supernatural romance novel, not reality. ‘But we're just friends,’ you insisted, trying to make sense of it all. Jacob nodded solemnly. ‘It doesn't always start as a romantic connection, but it can turn into one. It's complicated, I know.’ Frustration and confusion churned within you, the weight of the situation sinking in. ‘So, what do I do now? Do I just avoid Paul? Do I date him? Do we become good friends?’ Jacob sighed again, his gaze sympathetic. ‘It's not that simple. Imprinting is powerful, but it doesn't guarantee a smooth journey. You need to talk to Paul, figure out what you both want. Ignoring it won't make it go away.’

'Doesn't his behaviour make sense now? That he always got mad when I put my arm around you, for example?' And then it clicked. You had simply shoved off his behaviour because you didn't understand him. But now you saw that it was jealousy. 'Shit, now that you mention it.' Jake laughed. 'I often did it to tease him. I like to tease him.' You rolled your eyes.  You decided you didn't want to talk about it anymore and changed the subject.  'Okay, something else because I don't want to think about it for a while. It confuses me.  Can we watch a movie?'  ‘Sure, whatever you want y/n/n.’  The room filled with the cozy glow of the TV screen as you and Jacob settled onto the couch. The weight of the earlier conversation about Paul still lingered in the air, but you both decided to shift gears for a while.

After a brief discussion, you settled on 'Grown Ups' with Adam Sandler, a choice that promised laughter and a carefree atmosphere. As the movie began, the opening credits rolled, accompanied by a catchy soundtrack. The comedic antics of the characters on the screen provided a welcomed distraction, offering a temporary escape from the tangled emotions brought on by the discussion about Paul.

Jacob's presence felt reassuring as his arm found its way around the back of the couch. You nestled comfortably against him, appreciating the familiarity and support of your best friend. The shared laughter from the movie served as a comforting soundtrack, momentarily easing the confusion that had clouded your thoughts earlier. For that brief moment, the camaraderie and simplicity of watching a movie provided a reprieve, allowing you both to enjoy the present without dwelling on the complexities of the supernatural world that had come to light.

As you left Jacob's house a couple of hours later, the night air whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of uncertainty. The drive home was filled with contemplation, your mind grappling with the newfound knowledge of the supernatural world and the enigma of Paul's imprinting. Jake had invited you to the bonfire where his dad told the tribe stories. This way you could look at them from a new perspective

When you arrived home, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. The reflection of a person caught in the crossfire of something beyond their comprehension. The journey ahead seemed daunting, but one thing was certain – you couldn't keep your distance forever.

That night, as you slipped into the embrace of sleep, your dreams went straight to the supernatural world. The moon hung low in the obsidian sky, casting an otherworldly glow over a dense forest. The rustle of leaves underfoot echoed through the silent night, and a cool breeze carried whispers that seemed to beckon you deeper into the shadows.

Amidst the towering trees, eyes that glowed like embers peered out from the darkness. Silhouettes of wolves moved gracefully between the trunks, their fur blending seamlessly with the shadows. Their presence seemed both mystical and familiar, as if you had stepped into a world where secrets whispered through the rustling leaves and moonlight.

As you ventured further into the mysterious forest, a figure emerged from the shadows. Paul stood before you, his eyes reflecting the same mysterious glow as the wolves around him. The air crackled with an unspoken energy, and the forest seemed to pulse with a hidden power.

Without uttering a word, Paul motioned for you to follow. Together, you traversed through the moonlit labyrinth of the dream, the enigmatic wolves accompanying you like silent guardians. The path ahead was shrouded in mist, adding an element of mystique to the journey.

The dream unfolded like a cryptic dance between reality and fantasy, leaving you captivated by the enigma that surrounded Paul and the wolves. There was a sense of purpose in the dream, a connection to something beyond comprehension, yet undeniably powerful.

As you reached the heart of the dream, the moon above reached its zenith, casting an intense glow on a hidden clearing. In the center, a pool of reflective water mirrored the celestial canvas above. The wolves gathered around, their eyes fixed on the pool, as if it held the key to a secret known only to them.

Just as you leaned in to catch a glimpse of the mysterious reflection, the dream began to dissolve. The wolves faded into the shadows, and Paul's figure melted away, leaving only the echo of their presence lingering in your mind.

As you woke, the memory of the dream clung to your consciousness, leaving you with a sense of both wonder and intrigue. The enigmatic world you had glimpsed in your sleep lingered like a tantalizing mystery, inviting you to unravel the secrets concealed within the realms of dreams.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as you made your way to the beach for the Quileute bonfire. The rhythmic crash of waves against the shore created a soothing backdrop to the gathering, and the scent of burning wood filled the air as the bonfire crackled and roared.

Billy Black, adorned in traditional Quileute regalia, stood near the flames, ready to share stories that echoed through generations. As the night settled in, the community gathered around the fire, forming a circle that seemed to unite everyone in the warmth and glow. You felt like an outsider, everyone here was family or grew up that way. You were the only one who came from outside the reservation. You didn't have much time to think because Jacob waved you over. It was a spot between Jake and Paul, perfect. ‘Hi,’ It was an awkward greeting and you threw Jake an angry look. When you were seated between the two men you tried to take as little space as possible and made yourself as small as possible. But it didn't matter, you felt Paul's thigh against yours. A sigh left his lip when you didn’t pull away. The touch was electric, a warm feeling spread throughout your body.

Billy's voice resonated, rich with the weight of history, as he began to weave tales of the Quileute tribe. The firelight flickered across his face, casting shadows that danced in harmony with the ebb and flow of his words. The stories spoke of legends and spirits, of wolves that walked as men, and the sacred connection between the tribe and the land. Around you, faces were illuminated by the mesmerizing glow, their expressions reflecting a mixture of reverence and fascination. The crackling flames seemed to carry the essence of the tales, filling the air with a sense of mystique that bound the listeners together in a shared experience.

As the stories unfolded, the night embraced a magical quality, and you found yourself captivated by the ancient wisdom woven into the narratives. The legends came alive, painting vivid images in your mind, and the sound of the waves seemed to harmonize with the heartbeat of the stories.

In the midst of the gathered community, the bond between the Quileute tribe and their ancestral tales became palpable. The bonfire served not only as a source of physical warmth but as a vessel for the preservation of cultural heritage and the passing down of knowledge from one generation to the next.

The bonfire crackled, casting a warm glow on the faces of the gathered Quileute community as Billy Black continued to share tales of their rich heritage. His eyes, deep and knowing, met yours briefly, and a subtle shift in his expression hinted at a story that carried a weight beyond the flickering flames.

‘Now, there's something more, something that ties our hearts to a destiny that can't be denied,’ Billy began, his voice taking on a solemn tone. The surrounding chatter hushed, and all eyes turned toward the tribal elder.

‘Imprinting,’ Billy uttered, and the word hung in the air like a mysterious incantation. ‘It's a bond that's been woven into the very fabric of our tribe, a connection that transcends time and space.’  As he spoke, you couldn't shake the feeling that his words carried a peculiar weight, as if they were meant for you alone. Uncomfortably, you shifted in your place, sensing an invisible spotlight on you as Billy continued. You could feel Paul's body stiffen beside you. To reassure him a little you pushed your leg against his, which seemed to work because he relaxed instantaneously.

‘In our tribe, imprinting is a sacred bond that occurs when a wolf finds its other half, its soulmate. It's an unbreakable connection that goes beyond the physical and the mundane,’ Billy explained, his gaze once again settling on you, or so it seemed.

The implications of his words settled heavily in the pit of your stomach. The mention of imprinting felt like a revelation, and a chill ran down your spine. The bonfire's warmth seemed to wane as the tribe's collective attention seemed to hone in on you, amplifying the feeling of being scrutinized.

‘In times of great need, the imprint bond can become a source of strength, a guiding force that helps our people navigate the challenges that life throws at us,’ Billy continued, his eyes still fixed on you. ‘It's a power that resides within us, connecting us to something greater than ourselves.’

As Billy delved deeper into the intricacies of imprinting, you couldn't escape the feeling of being caught in the crossfire of something beyond your understanding. The firelight danced on Paul's features, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the uncertainty playing out in your mind.

Billy's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, a knowing glint in his eyes, before he shifted his attention to the flames. "Imprinting is a force that binds wolves to their destined partners, a connection forged by fate itself. Sometimes, it happens when you least expect it, and it changes everything."

The air around the bonfire became charged with an unspoken tension, and you felt the weight of eyes upon you. Both Paul and Jacob seemed to sense your discomfort, their expressions reflecting a mix of concern and understanding.

Paul's hand found yours, offering a reassuring squeeze, while Jacob shot you a supportive glance. The trio of friends exchanged glances, their unspoken connection echoing the tales Billy shared.

‘In times of great peril, the imprint bond has guided our tribe to safety, ensuring our survival through generations,’ Billy continued, his voice resonating with a blend of reverence and caution. ‘It's a force that cannot be ignored, and it shapes the destiny of those it touches.’

As the stories unfolded, you couldn't shake the feeling that the ancient tales had taken a personal turn, focusing on the very bonds that connected you to Paul. A subtle murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, but your thoughts were consumed by an unsettling realization. The idea that you were entangled in the mysterious web of imprinting weighed heavily on your mind. 

As Billy concluded his stories, a collective sigh seemed to ripple through the assembly. The embers of the bonfire glowed, casting a subdued light on the faces of those who had listened with rapt attention. The night had woven a tapestry of shared history, connecting the present to the timeless narratives that echoed through the lineage of the Quileute tribe.

#paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #paul lahote x y/n #twilight fic #wolve pack fic #jacob black #edward cullen #twilight #bella swan #imprint fic

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 28

Summary: Paul's gone. While the search for him is ongoing, Y/N is back home, awaiting his return.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death, mental health issues and suicide

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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Tucking her legs under her, Y/N stares out the window. It’s been unusually cold lately, the skies turning darker with each passing day. The clouds are getting lower, spreading among the trees surrounding her home. Whenever autumn comes knocking, Y/N welcomes the rainy days and moody weather with both arms. She didn’t detest the cold as she once did, because Paul would always hold her a little bit closer. He’d often kiss her until they both struggled to keep their hands to each other and she had to beg for mercy before they were both late for work. It’s not like he’d kiss her any less in the summer, it’s just that he’s aware his warmth in already warm days is harder for Y/N’s body to handle. It’s why he’d give her space from time to time. Y/N hated that. That’s why she’d turn down the AC to freezing cold temperatures all the time just so she could enjoy Paul’s cuddles more.

She misses his cuddles now.

It’s been five days since Paul went out of the Cullen’s house and shifted into a wolf. When he’d lose his temper, Paul would be back by nightfall and Y/N never needed to worry. This felt different. Jacob didn’t tell her much at first, trying to sugarcoat what they’d discovered, but she wasn’t letting up. She could never let up when Paul was involved.

“You need to hear it from him, not me,” Jacob sighs.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Y/N frowns deeply. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I know I feel that his heart is shattered and I -”, she pauses as a sob threatens to escape her. “I never feel his emotions unless they’re at an extreme and his pain is suffocating me right now.”

“It’s a deeply personal thing I can’t imagine Paul would want you to talk to us about.”

Chuckling dryly, she points a finger at Jacob’s chest. “You have no idea what he or I would want. You weren’t here when we were building this relationship from the ground up! You weren’t here as we grew up and you sure as hell weren’t here when we learned each other’s hearts by heart! So don’t tell me what he would or wouldn’t want, because I know what he wants, and that is me! And if he is in this state because he believes he’s done something that will take me away from him, I need to know what the fuck it is so I can convince him it isn’t his fault and that–,“ belting over she lets a shuddered breath pass her lips. Clutching her chest, Y/N’s knees hit the ground with a loud sob echoing throughout the room. Jacob’s quick to wrap his arms around her, looking at Edward in distress.

“She’s overwhelmed”, Edward explains before glancing at Jasper, who seems devastated by the constant waves of pure anguish coming off of Y/N.

In the blink of an eye, Jasper is beside Y/N, his hand running up and down her back as she gasps for breath. All the pain and confusion coursing through her blood is nearly enough to make anyone insane. Even Jasper is barely holding it together as he takes some of her pain, replacing the tsunami of negative emotions with a sense of tranquility.

It doesn’t take long for Y/N’s breathing to return to normal, but her tears don’t dry. Jasper can manipulate her emotions, but he can’t trick her body into forgetting everything.

“Just tell me,” she pleads. “I need to know how to bring him back home.”

“He’s found out you’d possess a rare ability if you were to join our family,” Carlisle answers, and her eyes find him immediately. “One that the Volturi would never allow to exist. That means they’d kill you if you were to change.”

Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she furrows her eyebrows. “Then I won’t shift and it won’t be a problem.”

“Aro will know,” Alice chimes in. “He can read every thought anyone’s ever had just by touch. He’d find out about you. Even as a human, you’d be a threat. The potential you carry is enough for him to act.”

Letting out a heavy breath, Y/N shakes her head. “How do you even know I might have this power?”

“We asked a member of our extended family to visit,” Alice replies. “We didn’t want to take risks when it came to you. A Quileute imprint.”

“And if you didn’t? If he never told you what potential I carry? If we never even mentioned the possibility of me being part of your family?”

“You’d have never gone through what Paul saw the day he imprinted on you.”

“A self-actualizing prophesy,” Y/N nods. “Is it really as bad as it seems?” Y/N asks Alice. “Paul has always seemed traumatized by it, but he’s my imprint. Is it really a horrid way to die?”

For the first time, Y/N noticed emotions in the Cullens. The Cullens' stony faces are difficult to read by humans, but Y/N can no longer ignore the emotions she notices in them. It’s on all their faces–compassion and pity most of all.

“Okay then”, Y/N forces a small smile as she uses Jacob’s shoulders to help herself stand. Jasper doesn’t hesitate, holding her up as she stumbles during her attempt.

“We need to find my fiancé,” Y/N purses her lips. “Jacob,” she sighs. “Please find him and bring him back to me.”

“I will do my best,” he promises. “But it’s not easy when we get into this headspace. It once took me an entire summer to return to my human form.”

Nodding, she swallows thickly. “Tell him I need him. Tell him I love him and I don’t care about anything other than spending the rest of my life with him. I want to get married and I want us to live every single day to the fullest.”

“I’ll gather the rest of the pack still willing to shift,” Jacob pecks her forehead. “We can cover more ground and drag him back if necessary.”

As Jacob walks toward the door, he’s stopped as her fingers coil around his pinky finger–the only part of him she could reach as he all but ran to fulfill his promise.

“Don’t let him see me breaking down. He can’t ever know.”

Ever since, Y/N waited for her soulmate to return to her. Embry, Quill, and Seth joined Jacob in their search the very first night. Sam and his eldest son waited for Leah and her husband, Owen, to come from Port Angeles before joining the very next day.

Emily would visit with her youngest every morning. Y/N’d have her dad over for lunch, but it didn’t help distract her as much. The greatest thing Sam has ever done for her was give her and Paul his blessing to clue her father in. She didn’t tell him she was marked for certain death. It would kill him to know, but he knows enough to be aware her life is in danger. She told him Paul’s off with the pack trying to hunt down a rogue cold one, protecting the tribe. Kim and Jared would come over every other night for dinner. Y/N imagines it’s because they feel guilty about Jared’s lack of involvement in the search for Paul. He’s not shifted in so long, the human part of him is much stronger than the wolf. Y/N supposes they didn’t want to halt his aging now when they finally seem to look the same age. She can’t take it to heart. Perhaps she’d hate if Paul shifted after a decade too.

Claire and her wife visited on the second day. She’s never been too close to Claire as she and Andrea live far, about a five-hour drive in one direction. They mostly see each other for holidays, but Y/N appreciated her visiting very much. Catching up with them put her mind at ease for a few hours, long enough to maintain some semblance of sanity.

Renesmee showed up with Bella for a few hours on the third day, bringing loads of chocolates Edward knew Y/N liked. Apparently, he’s joined the search earlier that day with Emmett and Rosalie.

The only ones who never left her home were Daisy and Jasper. It would likely drive Embry crazy if he knew his imprint had been sitting beside a vampire this entire time, especially when that vampire was Jasper. He’s apparently less stable with his diet compared to others in his family, but Y/N likes it when he’s close by. If it weren’t for him micromanaging her emotions whenever they threatened to kill her, Y/N would have lost herself. Alice came and went, unable to handle the smell of wolves for too long. The smell of several wolves mixed together is much worse than Jacob's scent, she said.

“He’s going to come back”, Daisy hands her a cup of warm tea. It’s nothing compared to holding Paul’s hand, but if she closes her eyes for a few minutes, she can pretend he’s there, safe with her.

Daisy sits with her, feeling her loss. Embry’s never been away this long before. She can’t imagine how hard it must be for Y/N when she can’t even be sure Paul is alright when she can feel he’s in pain. At least Embry isn’t in danger and he isn’t heartbroken to the point of being stuck in his wolf form. He’ll definitely come back home. Paul might not. She doesn’t say that openly, but she carries that worry. Meeting Y/N was scary as hell, especially with how highly Embry used to talk about her. She knows they had a mutual crush on each other when they were younger, but it never seemed to work for them. Embry told her he didn’t want to mess up his friendship with Jacob, who was evidently in love with Y/N, but he also didn’t want to risk losing Y/N as a friend. It was easier to admire her from a distance.

It’s not like Daisy is insecure about her relationship with Embry now, but before she knew what imprinting was, it did cross her mind that Y/N might be competition. She only found out about imprints when Embry spilled the beans about Paul imprinting on Y/N when she first came back to town. He wasn’t aware she was close enough to hear him and the way he mocked Paul for it, but she heard it. It wasn’t hard making the connection about their own situation. Smiling, she remembers how stupid his face looked when she called him her imprint in bed that night. He nearly choked on his own saliva before she kissed him harder than ever before. She wishes he was with her to kiss him harder than that. Jared didn’t shift and leave Kim, so why did Embry? Shaking her head, she puts those thoughts away. Y/N is a close friend, possibly her closest friend, and she’s definitely Embry’s favorite person aside from herself. This is a small sacrifice for someone they both care about.

Jasper watches the two girls from the couch. He can sense the quickly shifting emotions in Daisy every day, but none of them are malicious. It’s evident she simply misses her husband. Y/N is a hurricane compared to Daisy. She’s impossible to predict and the devastation her emotions can cause is incredibly difficult to contain. He’s never truly delved much into imprint connections, perhaps because Jacob and Renesmee had a simple relationship. Renesmee didn’t pay him much attention until she ended things with her high school boyfriend. After graduation, that’s when she decided she wanted him…selfishly so. She never quite unlatched from him. Renesmee was more or less obsessed with him, jealous of Y/N’s friendship with him, but she was never in any pain regarding Jacob. As for the wolf side of the relationship, Jacob just wanted to protect her and make her happy. He didn’t necessarily love her the way Renesmee loved him, but he wouldn’t ever break her heart, even though his own wasn’t whole. Jasper always knew Jacob loved someone else and despite the imprinting tying him to his niece, Jacob never forgot the one he wanted truly. Seeing Jacob and Y/N in the same room revealed everything to him — he wanted what he could never have. And now he’s off, making sure Y/N can have some form of a happy ending as if she won’t die soon.

Never before did Jasper care much about humans, knowing they’re around only for a brief part of his immortal life. Very few did he care to befriend and, for some reason, Y/N felt like a person he wanted to be around. She didn’t make him thirsty, it’s her heart that speaks to him. So many people walk around hiding their true feelings, but she feels everything so clearly and she refuses to pretend otherwise. It’s rare to find someone like that. He has observed her mainly depressed in the time he's known her, but he wonders about the potential of being around her when she's truly happy.? He could get drunk on candid joyfulness Y/N is capable of feeling. Perhaps he’s going to be invited to the wedding when Paul returns. She’ll certainly be cheerful on that day and he has to know the other side of this despair. He can't believe that he cannot replace this pit of aching with ecstasy and serenity.

Alice finds him unreasonable for staying with Y/N inside the house she shares with Paul, but he can’t bring himself to leave yet. Not before she’s reunited with her fiancé. Leaving now is like playing with destiny. She deserves the relief he’s cautiously giving her, making sure she can feel her emotions without allowing them to cross the borders of what she can safely handle. Y/N needs him, even if others do not agree. Until Paul walks over the threshold of this house, Jasper will not leave. Y/N doesn’t demand it either. He can feel she’s grateful for his presence, for taking the edge off the very sharp knife her emotions tend to become.

So he stays, watching over the girls as the lighting tears apart the sky.

“What would happen if I were to join your family and Aro was,” Y/N pauses as she turns to look at Jasper, who seemed rather surprised she was talking about it. “Well, if he was eliminated, would it really be such a problem for me? For your family?”

Staring at Jasper, Y/N watches as his lips spread in a thin line and then into a genuine smile. She’s definitely gone mad. “You’d want to take on the Volturi?”

“I want to take on Aro,” she corrects. “If he was alone, he’d be easier to eliminate.”

“To kill, you mean,” Jasper states.

Shaking her head, she places the empty teacup down. “I understand the chances of it are minimal, but say I accept to be one of you and I get this magical power of making vampires human… Can’t I make him human?”

“Would he, like, just become a vampire again?” Daisy asks.

Jasper rubs his chin. The more time he spends around her, Y/N swears he does these little gestures for her benefit, something to take away from the ungodly beauty he possesses, to make him seem more human.

It's impossible to turn them into vampires after they have been cured. However, the rest of them would know. The entire army would be ready to dismember us to get to you.”

“Not if he disappears,” Y/N tries. “We could hold him hostage until he dies a human death.”

“That’s dark”, Daisy notes.

“It’s nothing compared to what he’s been doing for much longer than you’ve been alive,” Jasper argues. “He deserves far worse.”

“Could it work?” Y/N asks as Jasper’s phone lights up. “Alice?” The hope in her voice is so easily detectable that it makes Jasper almost frown when he sees it’s a message from Edward.

We found Paul.

“No. Edward says they found Paul.”

“Are they coming home?” Y/N jumps, running toward Jasper. “Call him, call him!”

Smiling as her hope brings alive the butterflies in his stomach, Jasper dials his brother immediately.

“Kind of hard to talk now”, Edward grunts as a loud growl sounds.

“I’m with Y/N. You’re on speaker.”

“Where is he”, Y/N grabs Jasper’s wrist, bringing her lips closer to the phone. “Is he okay?”

“Canada”, Edward sighs as the growling grows louder.

“Is that him?!” she exclaims. “Paul Lahote, you stop that right now!”

On command, the growls turn into whimpers and she can’t help the way her chin trembles with the pained sound leaving her fiancé.

“Come home,” she says softly. “I know you believe you put me in this situation, but that’s not true.” Sniffling, she pauses as if to wonder if saying it in front of everyone is unwise. It doesn’t take long for her to decide, choosing to prioritize Paul over her vulnerability. “If you and I never fell in love, I’d have been dead a long time ago. Paul, I came back home for a few months to tie up loose ends.”

Glancing at Daisy who stood by her, Y/N swallows thickly. “I was struggling with anxiety and depression. And I didn’t feel like I had anyone in this world other than my dad. I just…I was in therapy, but it didn’t really feel like it was working. The meds never really helped either. I was just so…so lonely.”

“Y/N”, Daisy rests a hand on her shoulder as a show of support.

“I was planning on taking my life and then you showed up in that forest with your stupid smile and gorgeous eyes and suddenly I had one more mystery to solve.” Smiling meekly, Y/N sighs. “Before long, I was falling in love with you and my friends returned to me and in that time, I started falling in love with life again. You saved my life, Paul Lahote, and I hate how cheesy that sounds, but you did. And whatever time I got now is still a lot longer than it would have been if we never met.”

Biting her lower lip, she closes her eyes. “You made me happier than I believed was possible. I love you and I want to marry you. I want to marry you and become your wife as we planned. Come back to me so we can enjoy this time we have left.”

“I will.”

She recognizes Paul’s voice immediately.

“I’ll be home soon. We’ll do whatever you want.” His voice is shaky, imbued with heavy emotions he’s attempting to keep under control.

Smiling, she nods. “A beach wedding would have been great, but the weather might not agree.”

“I’ll make sure it agrees,” Paul sniffles.

“Where we had our first date?”

“Sounds perfect!”

Neither spoke for a few moments. Each breath seems to hang in the air, heavy with unspoken thoughts. It’s the kind of silence that carries weight, a palpable tension that both parties are acutely aware of but hesitate to break. Y/N inhales sharply as Paul breaks the silence.

“I love you too.”

“I know”, she replies quietly.

“With all my heart.”

“I believe you.”

“I’ll see you soon,” Paul promises.

Nodding, she holds her breath as tears rush to her eyes. She can’t let Paul hear her crying. He’s carrying far too much guilt already and her tears shouldn’t be part of the load. Swallowing the growing lump at the back of her throat, she replies sweetly, her tone laced with all the love she wants to give him.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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Part 29

#paul lahote #paul lahote x reader #twilight fandom #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #twlight #paul lahote series #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote angst #jacob black #the cullens #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote fic #jasper hale #imprint #imprinting

[imagine-shenanigans]

Maw (Part One)

Werewolf!Soap/Vampire!Ghost/Newly Turned Werewolf!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, manipulation, kidnapping.

AFAB reader with she/her pronouns because it's easier for me personally lol.

Dark fic ahead!

In truth, you couldn’t recall where the tipping point had been.

You’d like to say that it was somewhere between the cute man from the bar flashing you a grin and being tied down to his bed while he cut deep into his own flesh with a dagger. 

Silver, he’d told you with a growl of pain, voice an octave deeper than before, sounding like rocks grating against each other. So I can properly bleed you.

If you scream, or cry, or bite, you don’t remember it. You barely remember the pain itself through the haze of panic and fuzziness of blood loss. You remember the sheets, the crushing loneliness. Other memories, simply singular moments caught like polaroids in your mind.

Acrid smoke like batteries catching flame, laughter as your cheek presses into the cool concrete floor. 

Angry snarling, a door left open. 

Gunshots.

Running, running, running on foal-like legs. 

Stopping for a moment, only for all of your stomach to eject itself into a nearby bush.

The sound of wings, too loud, too loud, too loud. 

SNAP. 

Pain, cutting through the feverish haze as you scream like the rabbit that your neighbor’s dog had caught when you were playing in the yard as a child. Tears like you’d shed that day for the rabbit, now shed for yourself. 

The world fading in and out, in and out. 

Warm, calloused fingers dipping under your chin and wrapping around to cup your jaw in them, the scent of gunpowder and steel. He smells like tree sap and bonfires and something a little earthy like tilled soil. Voice like a hot buttered rum by the fireplace, you think. It grabs you like a vice and you nuzzle into his palm for comfort, knowing that this is not the man who took you but it is the man who coos softly at you. 

Safe safe safe.

He says something, you’re sure, but you couldn’t recall what. 

Sharp pain again - you yelp, eyes cracking open (you didn’t realize they were closed) and the man coos at you, mouth full of too-sharp teeth curled into a grin as he pets your cheek with warm fingers. There’s praise there, you think. It settles warm in your gut and you feel your eyes close again as someone wraps your foot.

The warm man’s voice is sharp, lower this time as he says something to you. You aren’t sure what but he coos that praise again when your flutter back open, a kiss pressed to your forehead. He rubs his nose along your jaw and you melt beneath him, some instinct kicking in even as your mind begs you to come back to coherency. 

He bundles you up in his arms, and you sniffle loudly as he jostles your leg - but his hands soothing over the bare skin of your back is so relieving you just settle into him. The rational part of your mind fights for place again, starts trying to jostle you into coherency with thoughts of being naked, of wrapping your legs around a strange man and letting him take you wherever he wants. 

But those are thoughts for people, and right now you don’t feel like one.

So you sigh softly, and let yourself sink into sleep against the warm-man.

#soap cod #ghost cod #cod #maw fic #strawberry writing #strawberry imagines #no soap isnt the person who turned reader #but yes they imprint on him #I'll put the whole thing on ao3 as a oneshot when I'm finished #but take this as I work inbetween other projects

[clusterbuck]

(i got you) out on the water

3.8k | T | lake house vacation, eddie being a disaster about feelings, friends to fiances

The problem is that Eddie notices. And now that he’s noticed, he can’t make himself un-notice.

He’s come up with a theory. A neat little way to explain it to Frank, once they go home and he has his next appointment: he’s less stressed, now that they’re on vacation. He doesn’t have as many things to think about, so he has the bandwidth to notice things.

Things like the curve of Buck’s biceps, the column of his throat, the slight swell of his chest and the glint of sunlight against his skin when Buck strips his shirt off, at seemingly every available opportunity.

Things like the fact that Eddie wants to put his mouth on all of it.

He notices, and no amount of rationalising or theorising is going to put the cat back in the bag.

Which—

Eddie tends to think of himself as a fairly competent person. He’s been to war, saved lives under fire. He walks into fire on a regular basis. He’s raised a pretty good son, if he does say so himself, and has yet to find an issue with his house (or Tía Pepa’s) that he can’t fix.

He’s fairly competent in most areas of his life.

Except, as it turns out, whatever area it is when his best friend takes his shirt off and Eddie almost trips over his own feet. Which would be fine—manageable, at least—if not for the fact that they have almost a week left on their lake house vacation rental.

read on ao3

#shush emma #911fic #buddie #buddie fic #emma writes #imprinted on a song now we here

[last-herondale]

“Honesty”

Twilight x FemReader (Team Jacob)

Swearing, angst

Tw: mention of abuse, death,

A/N: Hellllooo. I had a scene idea where the reader, who is Jacob’s imprint, has an uncomfortable conversation with Edward Cullen, basically calling him out on his bullshit. This scene takes place during the events of BD pt 1; before Bella gives birth.

I have other fics that follow this head cannon that I will link below, if you’re interested!

Enjoy 🤘🏼

Forks had always been lovely to you, especially in the Fall. Leaves scattered the ground outside of the Cullen’s house- or mansion was more like it- and the wind was blowing softly through the trees, making a calming music under the night sky. Jacob, Leah, and Seth had gone out on patrol. You had been out for most of the morning and afternoon, monitoring the makeshift parameter around the Cullen house for any signs of Sam and his pack. His pack. The idea still felt odd to you, that there would ever be more than one pack. But Jacob had broken the bond. He was his own Alpha now.

It was never a choice for you, not really, when Jacob left the pack. He was your tether to the world. Wherever he went, you would follow. And so here you were, aiding the love of your life in protecting the girl he loved, and her unborn child. You wondered what you had done in your past life to have made fate design your life the way it had. It was starting to become slightly humorous. You sat on the bottom of the Cullen’s steps, leaning your body on the sleek siding and resting your head. You were exhausted, both mentally and physically from the past couple of days. Constantly being alert, constantly being in wolf form, was draining to say the least.

“You are more than welcome to use a chair,” a cool, familiar voice said behind you. Your body tensed instinctively, as the eerie silent presence of Edward Cullen stood beside you. “I’m fine here, thanks,” you muttered. Edward said nothing but took a few steps closer. “May I?” He asked, indicating to the spot beside you. You just shrugged, refusing to look at him. He sat down next to you and sat there in silence for a moment. The smell of him, the sickly-sweet stench of a vampire, crept into your nostrils. You had adjusted to the smell months ago, during the newborn battle, but even still, it made your body tense.

“How is Bella?” You finally ask. You had seen her before going on patrol this morning, and she looked as she had the day before. On the cusp of death. Edward clenched his jaw. He wasn’t going to admit she was worse, and so the two of you just sat there. “You are very hard to read,” Edward finally said. That made you turn your head towards him, your eyebrows arched. “What?” “You’re different then the others. I’ve never been able to get quite a grasp of your thoughts. Just snippets here and there,” he said this as if he was mildly frustrated.

“You can’t read my thoughts?” You asked, slightly amused. “Not exactly,” he admitted, “I can still read bits and pieces, like strong emotions or muted memories… but specific thoughts no, I cant. It’s similar to Bella’s father, Charlie, but a little bit more difficult.”

“Well,” you sighed, “I’m not surprised.” Edward gave you a patient look, waiting for you to continue. “When I first joined the pack, they had a difficult time hearing my thoughts too. I could hear them down the bond just fine, but I sounded muffled and far away to them. They don’t know why I’m like this, but it seems as though you’re not the only one who can’t crack my head.”

“How does that work then? How do you communicate with them if they can’t hear you?” He seemed genuinely curious, and you just shrugged. “I don’t know, I just learned that yelling certain thoughts down the bond can break through. But I prefer it this way,” you said, “I don’t need everyone to know what’s in my head.”

It had been an unforeseen blessing. For whatever reason, your mind was guarded in a way that you didn’t understand. It was how you were able to hide your imprint from Jacob and the rest of the pack.

Edward was quiet in thought for a while, and you wished he would leave you alone. He was the last person you wanted to talk to. “I can hear that you know,” Edward said quietly. “Hear what?” You asked in a flat tone. “Your anger towards me. You’ve been feeling that quite strongly today.” He said it so matter of factly that you glared at him. “Is that why you’re out here? To figure out why I’m mad at you?” You asked between gritted teeth.

“I would feel better knowing, yes.” He said cooly. “Feel better?” You laughed bitterly, “why would I want to make you feel better, after the shit you pulled today?”

You bit your lip immediately after the words came out. Edward’s face softened slightly as realization hit him. “Ah,” he said, “this is about what I said to Jacob.” You clenched your jaw when he mentioned his name. You had heard the conversation play over in Jacob’s head repeatedly this morning. He couldn’t hide his thoughts from you, and you were infuriated with what had occurred.

“She could have a whole litter of puppies if that’s what she wants. Please Jacob.”

You gritted your teeth at the memory. Edward had wanted to use Jacob for his own purposes. He knew Jacob’s willingness, his absolute need to keep Bella alive, and he was willing to further shatter Jacob’s heart in order to achieve his goal. You had nearly convulsed with anger that morning, and kept far away from Jacob and the Cullens.

You stood up and began walking away from Edward, anger fueling your tired body. Suddenly he was in front of you, his face looking at the ground apologetically.

“Please understand, I was trying to save her,” his voice sounded oddly strained, “I wouldn’t have asked him if there was any other way.” You said nothing, your heart pounded as you moved past him and continued into the woods. “I understand that you love him (y/n)-“ Edward said loudly. You spun on your heel, red blazing in your vision as you stuck your finger in Edward’s face.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You hissed, “You understand nothing. Do you hear me? NOTHING!” You kept your voice low, so as to not alert anyone in the house, or any of your pack that might be close by. Edward did not flinch from you, but he held his gaze that almost seemed sympathetic. You wanted to punch him.

“I may not know the full extent of what imprinting means,” he began cautiously, “But I know enough of what i can see through your eyes when you are around him. I’ve at least felt a fraction of your imprint bond with him, and even then I know how far that connection lies.”

“You know nothing,” you spat again.

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do for him?” Edward challenged, his voice steady and low, “to keep him safe? To protect him?”

You gave a dry laugh, “is that what you think love is? Protecting and shielding? Is that what you’ve done for Bella since you’ve known her, because you’ve done a stand up job so far.”

Edward gave a low snarl at the mention of Bella’s name. “Oh shut the fuck up,” you snapped, “You do not get to have a pity party with me right now. Not after everything you’ve done.” You had never been so short with Edward before. You had always kept your emotions at bay, not only for Jacob’s sake, but for Bella’s as well. But today was not one of those days.

“Yes, I imprinted on Jacob,” you hissed, hating to admit this under these terms, to Edward of all people. “From the first day I met him, we have been bonded in a way that you will never understand. Do you know what that means?” Edward said nothing, his lips stayed in a hard line, letting you continue. “It means that for the past year, I have had to endure his pain, his anger, and his heartache.”

The words felt almost freeing to say, to admit out loud. For so long you had to conceal these emotions, curb your thoughts in order to play as the peacemaker. “I am there for him in any capacity that he needs me to be. I try, in every way possible to piece his heart together from the damage that she has inflicted on him since she moved here!”

“Do not blame this on her!” He growled.

“Is she blameless though?” You snapped back, fury grew in your chest. “The way she uses Jacob for comfort, strings him along to make herself feel whole, all the while he gets the short end of the stick? Tell me how that isn’t her fault?” You felt the transformation at the base of your spine. Your body wanted, no- needed a release. Usually you were so careful, but right now your emotions were spilling out at a dangerous pace. Dangerous thoughts filled your head. How life would have been like had Bella never shown up to Forks. How much heartache everyone would be saved. Then you wouldn’t have to be having this stupid conversation with Edward Cullen.

You knew by the look in his eyes that he was able to pick up on a few tidbits of your thoughts. You thought maybe he would lunge at you for thinking of Bella like that, but instead he just sighed and crossed his arms.

“You don’t mean that,” he said calmly, “You don’t blame Bella. You don’t hate her, no matter how much you may try to convince yourself to.”

You clenched your hands. You hated him telling you what you thought, but he was right wasn’t he? You didn’t hate Bella. You never did. The two of you had become close friends over the past year. Whenever she wasn’t with Jacob, Bella oftentimes found herself at Emily’s house- talking with you. All of the memories you had with Bella, the gentle, shy, and rather determined girl that she was, flooded through your mind, cooling the fire in your blood. She was one of your best friends. You had even been a bridesmaid at her wedding. That’s why you could never force yourself to hate her, even if Jacob was in love with her.

You narrowed your eyes at Edward, embers of anger still simmering in your blood.

“You’re right, this isn’t Bella’s fault,” you agreed, “it’s yours.” Edward kept his mouth shut, almost as if he agreed with you. “When you left Bella, you destroyed her. Mentally, physically. She was as good as dead!” You hissed. Edward flinched at your words but you kept going. “When you left, he helped heal her heart. He drove himself mad trying to make her feel better, all while struggling with his own transformation.”

“Jacob does so much for her,” you said in a shaky breath, “He has risked his life for her, he deserted his family to be here for her, he nearly died-“ you choked off the last word. The image of Jacob being crushed by the newborn made you sick to your stomach.

“Bella is alive because of him, and yet you have the audacity to ask more of him? To use him as a pawn? He deserves more than that.” You finally finished. “Do you think you’re the only one who risks losing everything if things don’t work out?” You hadn’t been stupid. You knew the likely hood of Bella’s death if she was determined to have this child. You knew what chain of events that would lead too. Edward had already proven what he would do if he lost Bella, and you had seen Jacob contemplate similar outcomes in his head, many of them were too painful to watch.

Edward gave you a sympathetic look, and his face softened. You wondered what he saw from your thoughts. If your words were enough to reach him in any capacity.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, “I truly am. For everything. I’m just terrified that I’m going to lose her…” for a moment he even looked vulnerable. You had never seen him like this. And you never thought that once this moment came that you would feel… pity for him. After everything.

“Look, Edward,” you began, uncertain of how to approach him, “I know you want to protect Bella. I know what it’s like to have your whole existence revolve around someone. I know what it’s like to want to do everything you possibly can to ensure that they are safe, to want them to be happy, to feel loved…but sometimes we have to take into account what they want, no matter how much it may kill us.”

“Jacob may never stop loving Bella. He might always choose her, no matter what I do. And that’s his choice. I would never want to force him to be anything or anyone that he isn’t.” The words stung as they left your mouth, but they felt true, rumbling deep in your chest.

“ And you need to do the same for Bella. She wants this baby. She is choosing to have this baby. You cannot force her out of this without risking her hating you for the rest of your life. I know you might think that’s the better alternative, that at least then she would be safe, but hate and resentment has a way of killing just as fast. Besides, Bella is stronger than you think. How many times does she have to prove that to you?”

Edward thought on your words for a moment. The night sky burned its stars around the edge of the forest. The wind was cool against your warm skin and it blew tendrils of your hair around your face. Edward looked thoughtful, his golden eyes pierced through the night. Finally, he stepped closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder, his skin hard and cold to the touch.

“Thank you, (y/n). I needed to hear that.” Edward removed his hand off of you and put his hands in his pockets. “Fear is such a human emotion, and I think it has brought out the most desperate side of me as of recently. I am truly sorry. For everything.”

The two of you held eye contact. Words felt meaningless at this point. Your brain was tired and your nerves were fried. You felt as if you bared your soul. You never felt more exposed and raw as you did then. Whats done is done. You just nodded to Edward and turned towards the forest and began walking. There was no point in resting now, so you decided that you might as well join the patrol.

“I wont mention this to him,” Edward said softly, low enough to where you could hear as you walked away, “I hope one day he realizes just how much he is loved.”

And with that final tear in your heart, you shifted into your wolf form and ran off into the forest, leaving Edward Cullen alone in the dark.

#twilight fic #twiligh x reader #team jacob #jacob black x reader #fan fic author #edward cullen #twilight #imprint #soulmates #werewolves #vampires