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[foxintheferns]

Play with Fire: Part 1

(Paul Lahote x reader) 1,500 words

As Paul’s imprint, you are the only one who can make the stubborn, anger-prone wolf go soft. But… now, why would you want that? ;)

CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY

*vzzz**vzzz*

You rub your sleepy eyes, the vibration of your phone lifting you out of your restless sleep. You hate sleeping without him. You blink into the dim light of the bedroom. The sun isn’t fully risen in the sky yet, and a whisper of a glow comes through the curtains of the window.

Who is texting me before the sun is even up? The question flickers through your mind, your brain still half asleep.

You heart excitedly lurches in your chest once you’re fully aware that there’s only one person it could really be.

You blindly reach your arm across the large king bed, the massive fluffy comforter and pillows getting in your way and causing your hand to meet the soft billowy fabric every time your fingers search for the hard wood surface of the bedside table. With frustration, you huff and pull yourself up to a sitting position, leaning on one elbow and reaching for your phone. You find it with your fingers, and grab it off the nightstand. You squint and flinch slightly when the too-bright screen fills the dark room with a glow. Your eyes adjust, and then widen as you comprehend the notification on the screen. A smile creeps across your lips, and you feel a jolt of warmth and anticipation rush through your chest.

Text from Paul: Morning princess. Be home in 15.

You better be where I left you.

Lord almighty. You check the time at the top left of your screen. 4:42am, Saturday the 30th.

He’s back a whole twelve hours early? The pack was on patrol after some stray bloodsuckers passed through Forks on Thursday, and they weren’t expected to be back until this evening. You smile to yourself and ponder what your response should be. Paul is exactly what you’d expect a 25 year old werewolf to be: possessive, reactive, and impossibly stubborn. And yet, you’re the only person in the world that the moody wolf-boy goes soft for. His imprint.

Such a temperamental asshole to the rest of the pack, to the point that the boys are shocked when they see Paul’s sweet demeanor with you.

You think back to the early days as you stare at your phone, when you and Paul had first met, and you’d still been learning what being imprinted on even meant. Sam and Emily had walked with you, guiding not only you around the reservation, but your brain around the idea of imprinting. You had been thrown off, completely stunned when Paul had locked eyes with you for the first time at the bonfire, last fall. The things you’d felt were new to you, and the way Paul treated you was so different from anything you’d ever experienced. The look in his eyes was undeniably one of love, of immense care, but he had been a stranger. How could he be feeling such deep emotions for you? Sam had quickly realized what was happening when Paul had approached you, stumbling over his words and sweating buckets. Within that day, you had been swiftly tucked under the wing of the Alpha wolf and his imprint, Emily, and taught of the ancient legends of the tribe.

“You’re the only thing that can hurt him now, (y/n). Once we imprint, I mean…truly, I don’t think I can even express the intensity, it’s-…,” Sam scratched his head, resting his hand on the back of his neck, searching for the words, “Paul’s a tough nut to crack, (y/n). And you cracked him…by existing. You’re everything to him now. I know it’s overwhelming, and I’m sorry for that, but it’s pure, and it’s true, and it’s real,” Sam had explained in a wise, although slightly hesitant manner, eyeing you to watch for your reaction as you walked alongside him.

“And it’s pretty damn fun, (y/n). Don’t forget that part,” Emily had added with a smirk and a wink at Sam, nudging his side with her elbow, “A man that will quite literally worship the ground you walk on? Yeah, I’ve got no complaints.” You had laughed while watching Sam chuckle and embrace Emily in a playful hold, his love for her quite obvious and radiating deeply between them. Witnessing their bond had helped warm you to the slightly off-putting idea of being the center of the universe for an immensely powerful, mythical half-wolf half-man. You had thought you were going crazy.

You stare down at your phone and giggle as the distant memory flickers through your mind. You smirk to yourself and take your lower lip between your teeth, pondering how much you’re willing to defy him today.

Paul is dominant, in the truest and realest way that exists. In his wolf and tribal duties, in his friendships, and in his relationship with you. And yet, his adoration for you permeates any commands or rules he sets in place when you’re intimate together. You have never once questioned his love for you, or his instinctual desire, no - need, to keep you out of harm’s way. Though your body may tremble in his presence, it is never from fear.

Fuck it, time to play with fire.

You know that Paul is referring to your being in the shower, naked and ready for him, when he says that you ‘better be where he left you’.

When the deafening howl had ripped through the quiet Thursday evening ambience in your cabin home the other night, Paul had been hunched over at the waist slightly, one of his large hands holding himself up for support against the tiled wall of the shower. You had been squatting down at his feet, his thick cock in your mouth, one of your hands resting on his firm muscled thigh, and the other wrapped around the base of him. Paul, unable to resist the command of the Alpha and his pack’s beckon, had reluctantly & quite miserably been forced to end your fun.

“You’re not done yet,” he had said through his teeth, his nostrils flaring as he pushed his hips forward to plunge his cock deep into your throat one final time before pulling it out swiftly and growling roughly under his breath, “we’ll finish this when I get back.”

There was always a faltering of his tough facade whenever the two of you had to say goodbye.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” he had mumbled against your jaw, passionately pulling you up against his unbelievably toned, wet body and kissing you hard on the mouth. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you,” you had called back to him as he hadn’t bothered throwing on clothes and stepped out into the dark night, shifting into his wolf form to join the rest of the boys.

You now smile to yourself at his demand and start typing cautiously, fully aware that you were bluffing right through the phone with this one:

You don’t scare me, wolf boy

Send

You throw your phone across the bed and grab a pillow, smushing your face into it and trying to contain your excitement. You sit up again and begin to fiddle your thumbs, your heart pounding. You can only imagine Paul, glancing down at his own phone and reading your message, his thick brow likely furrowing together in annoyance and maybe even slight disbelief at your defiance. But you know him; deep inside it will excite him. The opportunity to prove his power, the immensity of his dominance. Your phone buzzes almost immediately, and your hand reaches to grab it quickly off the bed, your eyes darting to the notification at the bottom of the screen.

I’ll give you one chance to try that again, sweetheart

You read the text over and over, imagining the words in his deep, rough voice in your head. Your core begins to warm and throb, and your body becomes suddenly very aware of the game you’ve started.

Sorry, don’t know what you mean.

Send

Fuck, that’ll really send it home.

You couldn’t believe how ballsy you were being, but it made sense considering you’d been forced to used your vibrator several times since Paul’s departure, and the sexual frustration was apparently winning out over any hesitation you might have. Him having to leave right in the middle of your fun was torture, and no orgasm brought by your little purple toy could satisfy the hunger inside you for him. Your hands tremble slightly, your desire for Paul mixing with the intense excitement that he ignites inside you when he is so effortlessly able to control you, his masculine power emanating out from him in waves. You know that Paul is still getting used to the fact that his imprinting on someone has caused him to have weaknesses. Not only weaknesses, but irresistible and instinctual needs to be affectionate and an all-consuming lover. Paul had never really loved other women before you. Emily had once told you that she was amazed to see him imprint on anyone, as it had been the running joke among the boys that Paul’s heart just wasn’t cut out for it. She’d seen him have meaningless flings with some girls here and there, but that was about it. He had seemed to be too afraid of truly feeling. “He’s got a soft core, (y/n). Truly, I’ve caught him crying over a sappy romance movie once. But he’d die before he’d ever let the boys know that,” Emily had said to you once.

Lost in your memories as you splay out across the king bed, you jump when you hear the rumbling sound of Paul’s old black Chevy pick-up coming down the dirt road. You gasp to yourself and throw the comforter over your head, sinking down under the pillows and fluff.

The thoughts in your head begin to run wild.

Oh, now I’ve really done it.

He didn’t even answer my text.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hear the truck pull into the driveway, followed by the sound of the deafening engine suddenly cutting off, and silence fills the house. A few moments later, the old door of the truck creaks open and slams shut loudly. You bite your lip, trying to contain the mess of feelings flooding you. You can feel your heart in your throat as the distant sound of the front door opening reaches your ears. The door slams just as hard as his truck door, and seconds after, you hear the sound of his boots landing heavily, though at a calm pace, up the stairs. Your heart thuds harder, and you practically have to draw blood with your teeth to keep your lips from allowing a squeal of absolute thrill and desire to escape them. Or a moan; you couldn’t tell which was more likely.

He takes his time, his authoritative presence already tangible in his heavy footsteps.

He’s in no rush. He knows he’s in control.

And you both that know that you misbehaved.

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A/N: Love me some angry dom Paul. Part 2 is viciously and wildly filthy so please proceed with caution.

(p.s.) - I take requests. Send ‘em my way.

-Ro

Read Part 2 here

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[mrs-assbutt]

🍎 Bella Swan Aesthetic 🍎

#twilightfic #twilightfanfic #twilight #twilight aesthetic #twilight core #Bella swan #Edward Cullen #Alice Cullen #dark aesthetic #green aesthetic #aesthetic #light acadamia aesthetic #dark acadamia aesthetic

[renegadepack]

pauses, then says

you’re my best friend - bella and jacob, in the life they chose. together.

It took a long time, but eventually Bella realized she was better off with her life now. Sure, Edward had been great to her for that short time, but it wasn’t forever. She didn’t want to sign away her life for someone she had only known a few months. He was right to leave her. 

She didn’t truly feel that way until one day in the middle of her spring break, going cliff diving with Jacob. She didn’t wish another person was there with her. The only voice she heard was Jacob’s calling up to her to come join him. It felt like freedom, joy without expectations. As she prepared to leap, she saw a whole life spread in front of her - dreams and ambitions, chosen family, the ability to grow and change and to be with someone safe, in every sense of the word. It wasn’t settling; it never was. It was home. She chose it, she chose him, wholeheartedly. 

That didn’t mean the next few years were easy. Trauma has a way of sneaking around, of staying, of manifesting when you least expect it. Bella’s nightmares and Jacob’s panic attacks didn’t go away. They faded, grew less frequent over time. But still there. Healing is a nonlinear process, and they know they’ll probably never reach the end. But between each other, and their chosen families, a future to work towards, they’re good. 

Bella decided against college. She knew it was expected; just what good, quiet, studious girls did. But she had grown to love Forks, love the lush trees, the constant sweater weather, the proximity to Charlie, to Jacob, to everyone that welcomed her and saved her when they didn’t have to. She isn’t ready to leave that behind just yet. She’s picking up shifts at the diner, finally accepting Cora’s offer to join her. Except she’s chosen the kitchen. The shifts are long and she barely has time to think between orders, but it’s good for her. And the boys never mind the leftovers and slightly out of date food she brings home.

Jacob, long fed up with traditional school, and with no idea how to go back, signs up for his GED. Billy and Bella help him with flashcards at the kitchen table, textbooks at the ocean, math over motorcycles and book discussions during hikes. When his results come in the mail, a “congratulations” and “we are pleased to inform you” right at the top, Bella doesn’t bother to act surprised or hide her pride. Jacob deserves it. He is amazing, and she’s tired of pretending she doesn’t know that.

Bella slides right in, a puzzle piece just waiting for the right spot, all her breaks and bruises and jagged edges accepted, taken at face value. She knew she had once found solace in La Push, but now she found a home. She began to spend more time there, crashing on Rachel’s bed more often than not, then waking up to cook breakfast with Jacob. More of her stuff began to materialize there until the room had become hers. 

She spent time with Billy, helped take care of the house, laughed at the group’s adventures, went to and hosted gatherings with all their neighbors, baked and cooked with Emily for the pack. She supposed they were both wolf girls now. Thinking of the time she had originally made the joke to Emily used to hurt, to break open the hole in her chest. Now it was just an unpleasant reminder of choices she had almost made,  and she couldn’t be more grateful for the change. 

Jacob, for once, wasn’t in any rush. He had been forced to grow up quickly, to survive the loss of his mother, learn how to help his father, his sisters leaving, forced into a protector role he didn’t ask for. But now, life could go at its own pace. He wasn’t on anyone’s schedule but his own. It was safe, and freeing, and, most of all, his choice.

Their life was simple, easy. Soft blankets slung over the couch, a neverending stack of movies to watch together, frequent picnics to the beach and talking on that one piece of driftwood, a home cluttered with photos and games and tools, cozy and comfortable. 

Bella had always loved the warmth, the feel of the sun on her skin. But she made her home in the woods, where it rained more often than not and her collection of sweatshirts was somehow still growing. But it was a home she chose, with a warmth, sunshine personified that chose her.

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[therealvinelle]

Hi!! I’m not sure if you do fic recs but I’ve been looking for this one fic for a while.

It’s a fic where Edward and Bella basically grow up together and Edward is a nerd. He’s into LotR and I remember him and Bella dressing up to go to a movie premiere for it? I hope you can help or one of your followers sees this and can help!!

Thank you! :)

I'm happy to help, but you realize both reddit (r/twilightfanfic) and facebook (turns out there's a thriving fanfic community over there) are better suited for this, yes?

In the meantime, followers, you all know the drill. Anyone know this fic, let anon know in the notes?

#twilight fanfiction #twilight renaissance

[percontaion-points]

Flashback Friday, highlighting old book snark! Check out A Four Letter Word! Read for free on tumblr! #awful #terrible #romanceNovel #WTFEnding #twilightFanfic https://percontaion-points.tumblr.com/tagged/A%20Four%20Letter%20Word/chrono

[humans4vampires]

Can I request an imagine where the reader is a vampire and runs into Edward in the woods and they've never met before but Edward and the reader have a mind-melding moment where he recognizes a lot of himself in her and he questions what he has with Bella?

In Another Life

A light wind whipped your cold cheek, spilling your hair across your face as you watched the sun glint its last beam above the mountain range before you. Your skin glittered back in response. The sky melded brilliant shades of magenta and lavender - and that new color you’d never known before your new life that couldn’t be given a name.

You were lost for awhile, grounded by the gravity of the beauty around you. You stood at the cliff face long after the sun had departed and the night had illuminated the sky with its galaxy of stars. The full moon left you feeling hollow somehow and the longing made you restless again.

You took a few gentle steps forward allowing gravity to pull you back to the Earth. You felt, just for a moment, like you were a part of the night’s sky. You launched yourself into a sprint, enjoying the caress of dirt on your bare feet. Your mind flooded with each detail of the forest as you moved through it without a trace. You wondered then if you were real at all.

The thought was nearly distracting enough for you to miss the instinct to defend yourself - just nearly.

You suddenly felt the presence of another predator and froze in place. You poised yourself involuntarily. You thought in that moment how strange it was that your body was not always your own.

The footfall approached you quickly, with even more speed than you had anticipated. You calibrated the movements and sounds easily and in an instant knew you were being met with another of your kind. Your body tensed more firmly, though the vampire slowed their pace as they closed in on you. Strange, you thought, that they would slow themselves to a mortal pace.

You waited impatiently as you stared through the thick of the trees until you saw him for the very first time.

His stature was strong and confident, but unimposing. His reddish hair was apparent, even in the moonlight that filtered through the ancient pines. His bright, golden eyes struck you in a way you couldn’t explain. You felt as though your heart had suddenly began to beat again. You brought a hand to your chest and parted your lips to speak, but his smile stopped your words. A short breath escaped you and oddly, you felt a sensation you knew only in your mortal life. The vulnerability you felt was not composed of fear, but of faith.

He had stopped a good distance from you, his pensive eyes locked on yours. He seemed deep in thought, raptured the same way you seemed to be. The curiosity burned you.

“Hello,” he said gently. His words felt like velvet caressing your skin. He was careful to keep his distance and continued to move in slight, humanlike ways.

You studied him silently for a moment, before replying a breathy, “Hello.”

“I apologize,” he said, sheepishly, running a hand through his already tousled hair. “I didn’t expect to run into anyone here. My family and myself haven’t come across another of our kind in quite some time.”

“Your family?” You questioned.

He nodded, smiling a crooked, gentle smile. “Yes,” he replied. “My wife, father, and a few others make up our coven here.”

You mulled his words over in your mind. There was something in the words he spoke that made you feel another lost emotion. You couldn’t quite remember what the pang you felt was called. How strange, you thought, that you could forget something with your perfect mind.

He waited patiently, but broke the silence again. “Are you passing through?”

His tone was polite to conceal concern. You smiled gently, but you weren’t sure why you had the urge to comfort him. “I am,” you said. “I’ll be on my way. I apologize for the interruption.”

You wanted to move, to begin your exit, but you weren’t in control of yourself; your feet refused to carry you away. Your eyes were fixated on his. You caught a glimmer of sadness in his eyes, too, as he studied you.

“You’re welcome here,” he said softly. “No need to apologize.” He moved closer to you then, removing some of the distance between you. As he approached he said, “I’m Edward Cullen.”

“Cullen,” you laughed lightly, “Carlisle. I should have guessed.”

Edward seemed surprised, “You know my father?”

“Your father,” you matched his crooked-smile. “I’ve not met him myself. Though my creator has spoken of him fondly, and in jest.”

You thought of the stories you’d heard of Carlisle, the vampire with an insatiable desire to cure himself and those around him of temptation. You thought it sounded rather like a cult.

Edward chuckled, seemingly in response, “I suppose Carlisle is a bit strange to our kind, but then we all are.” Edward shrugged, gesturing toward himself. His golden eyes illuminated with a new glimmer.

“You’re out here hunting then,” you surmised, smelling the fresh blood of an animal. “Alone?”

Edward nodded, taking another half step as a human would in conversation. It made you want to fidget, yourself. You brushed hair from your face.

“Strange,” he said. “I know.”

You shrugged, “I’ve not tried it myself. Though, I could see why you’d want to.”

His eyebrow arched, “You do?”

You nodded. “I’m quite new to this life,” you looked down at your feet. “So I feel rather close to my humanity in a sense. Feeling closer every day.”

“I’ve found our kind feels quite the opposite in the beginning,” Edward sounded surprised again. “Perhaps more related to God than man.”

You shrugged and brought your gaze back to his. “Perhaps I’ve never felt like either.”

He stood, silently searching for something in your eyes. It made you feel another pang of humanity. Had your heart begun to beat again? Your hand was at your chest again. Neither of you broke your gaze.

“Edward?” you breathed.

The sound of his name on your lips seemed to startle him.

“Yes?” He replied.

“Are you closer to God or man?” Your words were above a whisper. You moved closer to Edward, your body still not your own.

He looked pensive, still firmly studying you. He didn’t answer, but something in his expression made you believe he was whatever you were.

As if you had spoken your sentiment aloud, Edward froze, acting like a vampire for the first time since your meeting. His body was rigid and you felt the need to apologize again, but for what, you weren’t sure.

“My family is waiting for my return,” he said, his eyes pained.

You nodded, fixed in place. “Goodbye, Edward.”

Edward turned slowly, humanly, toward the exit of the clearing. You watched him walk away and caught yourself wanting to follow.

He turned back to you quickly, his eyes boring into yours one last time as he spoke your name with grit and regret.

Your endless future rolled out in front of you as he disappeared into the night. How tortuous, you thought, that all that time had passed before you and how many things you had lost in it.

Had you told him your name?

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[a-vild-bluemyrtle]

Gaea - The blooming Spirit

Seth Clearwater x Female OC | 10 years after Breaking Dawn | OC with Earth Powers

Also on: AO3 - FF.net

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Request from @purpledragon04: Can you write a Seth Clearwater x reader where she has earth elements.

I'm sorry it took me all this time to write this down, but I fell into a rabbit hole and I just lost all my creativity. I still hope you like this :))

Requests are still open, Twilight Wolfpack only!

It took me all my mental strength to finally go out from the house, from my garden in particular and get some fresh air. Lately, all I have been doing is lying in our glasshouse and taking care of my flowers. I didn’t adapt that much to the new town, to the cold and rainy days, to the lack of sunshine and especially the lack of flowers. Green was the predominant colour, together with grey. Green was all I could see since we moved to Forks. And grey was all I could feel, no matter how hard I tried.

Leaving my beloved Alsace was harder than I thought, especially because of my powers. They grew there, they got stronger there, I could move mountains, trees, I could grow roses, lilies, tulips wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I could make strawberries and cherries gems bloom in autumn If I wanted. While in Forks... it was like they just got weaker and I was getting weaker with them.

There was something in that town that just sucked the life out of me, I couldn't feel any connection with the grass, the trees, with the animals and no one could figure out why.

I was used to attracting animals, playing with them, to cuddle them in those endless French summers. There was this innate curiosity in them for me, because of my powers. Controlling the element of earth meant not only being able to let nature grow around me or on me – uncountable were the times I let flowers grow in my hair - but it also came with the ability to be connected to animals, understand them even without speaking the same language. I was used to birds flying to me and sit on my fingers or shoulders just with a tiny whistle or ladybugs quickly crawling on my bare feet.

In Forks I could whistle as much as I wanted, no one ever came. I could stay sit on the grass and no flower could grow.

“This forest considers you a treat, ma chérie. You’re a stranger here, a frightful one I would say. The trees and the animals do not know your powers, it is something never seen here.” My father used to say the first days but the more those days passed the more concerned he became. To not talk about my mother, she was almost hysterical and when she saw me dressed up to go somewhere different from the usual glasshouse, she almost cried.

“Isn’t it a little too much, Maman?” I asked furrowing my brows and questioning if mental sanity was still present in our house.

“You have not gone out since we moved, mon chou” – she started while I rolled my eyes.

“And I haven’t seen you wearing something different from sweatpants and t-shirts for 2 months. I’m just happy to see you in one of your colourful dresses”. She said, gifting me with one of her sweetest smiles.

My mother was the epithet of sweetness and kindness and it was from her that I inherited my powers. On my 16th birthday they flowed from her to me and, if I’ll have a daughter, one day it will happen to us too. My powers will be hers and she will pass to her daughter, and her daughter to her daughter and so on. All the women in our bloodline will always carry the Nature genes (another of my father’s names, who was really into X-Men).

“Anyway, I’m going exploring. Don’t wait for me. If we are lucky enough, I’ll find out why my powers do not work here”, I said while grabbing my pink purse and opening the front door.

“Don’t let the trees catch you, chérie”, my father said smirking. I was waiting for the day in which he’ll finally stop saying such horrible dad jokes. Especially the inside jokes only we could understand.

It was raining outside, like every day in that town, but bringing an umbrella with me was out of discussion. I have never felt so distant from Mother Nature since we moved here, so a little bit of rain pouring down on my bare skin would have been a blessing in disguise. The best sensation in the world: being outside while it was raining, especially during the summer. The only problem was that it was autumn in Forks, and I could have easily caught a cold… still I didn’t mind at all.

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Hours? Months? Years? I don’t even remember how much time I spent that day in the forest strolling around without really thinking where I was going. At some point, while it was still raining, I also took off my shoes and started walking on the muddy and cold soil with bare feet – which may sound disgusting, but once you try how good it feels to just walk without shoes and feeling every inch of the forest under your feet, you’ll never stop doing it.

As I imagined, no traces of animals or plants moving or whatsoever. There was a strange and ominous silence throughout the forest. No birds were chirping, no snakes slithering, no deer jumping around.

When I got out of the house, I was full of hope, I truly believed that all that negative energy was all in my head, that I could fix whatever was happening at that time. But the more I walked the more I started losing that hope. I couldn’t feel anything.

Arrived at a river, I decided to sit down for a moment. The rain stopped a few moments back. I sat on the riverbank and let my feet fell into the cold – freezing – water as I wasn’t enough wet from head to toe. I sat there, sighing and biting my bottom lips in frustration. Why? Why my powers didn’t work? Was it my fault? Of course it was, it’s never Mother Nature’s fault, it’s always mine. Whatever I was, a collateral effect, a special genes carrier or simply a freak, that forest knew.

Another louder sigh came out of my mouth, almost in a desperate attempt to not start crying. I laid down, on the pebbles surrounding the riverbank and what my eyes saw at that moment freaked me out in ways I could have never imagined.

Two dark brown eyes were looking at me, were curiously observing me from the treeline and they did not belong to another human being. I froze in that position, lying on the pebbles with my nose up in the air and my eyes locked into his.

Only years later I understood what was happening at that moment, only after a couple of months later I found out who was hiding in the treeline, to whom those eyes belonged.

At that moment, though, my brain just shut down and there was nothing I could think of. I was scared but at the same time excited. After two months I finally felt something, and even if it were not positive emotions at least they were some kind of emotions.

I slowly got up on my feet, trying to be as subtle as possible so to not instigate the wolf t – or horse, better – to attack me. Our eyes were still onto each other's, my gaze never leaving his and there was something in him that tangled me.

The rain started pouring down again the moment I decided to take a step forward towards him. At the same moment, he seemed to be scared of me and took a step back, his head tilted to one side, his eyes digging into mine trying to figure everything out.

There was some sort of connection happening between me and that wolf, which fur reminded me of the colour of the sand, or more precisely of the colour of the light in the late afternoon in Alsace. And I would have never imagined what that moment meant for my future, not really far as I imagined it was.

We stayed like that, frozen in time and space, under the rain, looking at each other until we realized, or at least he realized – I would have realized a lot later, I had all the hints in front of my eyes and still didn’t have a clue. No words were spoken, not a single one, the only sounds were the thunders and the rain falling from the sky, and our heartbeats – his way faster than mine.

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“Still daydreaming, darling?” His sweet voice wakes me up and I shake my head smiling when he puts his warm hand on my shoulder. I don’t think I will ever get used to his warmth, every time he touches me I sweetly shiver.

“Mh… yes”. I whisper, more to myself than to him, absolutely sure that he can still hear me clearly.

He hugs me from behind, trying to find the exact spot I’m still looking at outside our window.

“What is it? A deer? Again?” he whispers to my ear, leaving soft kisses on the side of my neck.

I intertwine his fingers with mine and tilt the head a little, so he has more space to kiss me.

“No, no deer at all, baby”, I reply, closing my eyes and enjoying the overwhelming sensation his kisses and hugs were making me feel. He holds me closer and I can’t help to smile more, thinking about everything that happened since the moment we met.

“It’s raining, exactly like that day”. I turn my head to look at him, at those same eyes that turned me upside down on that pouring day years ago.

Those same eyes that haunted me in my sleep until I found out to whom they belonged: to a sweet, gentle man, with arms and legs covered in tattoos, with hairs longer than mine who I fell in love with instantly and married one night on a beach without telling anyone else. A wonderful man I'm lucky enough to call my husband, the love of my life.

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[since0202]

Chapter 24: Break

Warning: Uuuuh, sad. 

It all happened so fast. 

Rachel Black, Jake’s older sister, had laughed as Grace had launched her body full force into hers. The two tumbled to the beach in a heap as the pack and their partners made their way over to them. 

“Gracie!” Rachel giggled hugging her back just as tightly, “Oh it feels like home seeing you.” She said. 

Grace had helped her up to get a good look at her. Rachel was a little taller than Grace but had the same beautiful angled face as Jacob. Except where his hard edges protruded, hers softened. She had chopped her black hair into a short bob just above her shoulders but her cheeks were just as pink and pronounced as ever. Her amber brown eyes sparkled in the sea light. 

“It’s so good to see you,” Grace said breathless. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m back home from college, just for the summer before I start my thesis this fall. Biodynamic Farming in Indigenous Communities. So I guess you could say i’m here for research?” 

“That’s great! Wow!” 

“Hey!” Rachel called over her shoulder as the others moved toward them. They all were suddenly crowded around them. Rachel was always a calming presence for Grace. All through her childhood, she was there in her memories. She was the thread that tied her, Jake, and Grace together. And now she was here, same bubbly beautiful Rachel. 

Everything suddenly started to move in slow motion. Rachel still had her arm wrapped around Grace’s shoulder, refusing to let her go just yet as she pulled Quil into a one arm hug, and then Embry. 

And then. 

Paul. Her Paul. 

Rachel and Paul took one look at each other and the world shifted violently under Grace’s feet. 

“Paul Lahote, right?” Rachel had said, some coloring of recognition moving across her face. She had to have felt it. How could she not have? The feeling was palpable between them. The air electrified at this emergent shift in destiny.

Paul didn’t move, his eyes darting from Grace to Rachel quickly. He was tethered. Rachel let go of Grace and stepped toward him, magnetized almost. The rest of the pack looked around at each other, uncomfortable and waves started to echo and crash in Grace’s head like someone turned up the volume too loud.

Leah was next to Grace in an instant. She threaded her fingers into hers and leaned in close to Grace’s ear. 

“Time to go.” She whispered. It wasn’t an ask, but it was urgent, begging almost. At least Grace couldn’t remember if she had asked or not.

But either way, in the next second, Grace was gone. 

Grace looped an arm around her midsection and sank to the bottom of the shower letting the hot water move over her back. The scene wouldn’t stop replaying in her head. Like a broken record for the past five days between being awake or asleep, the scene replayed in her head. She had to hold herself together now to get through the pain of that moment. Again and again it screamed through her brain. 

Paul Lahote, right?

Grace gripped the side of the tub as she felt herself breaking apart again. Steam choking the air around her. She tried her best to stay whole and to stay here. In the past few days, Grace had been having trouble controlling her recasting. Bella thought it must be a side effect of her emotions pushing and pulling her around. 

Sometimes, Grace would wake up in the middle of the night, shaken from a nightmare and find herself somewhere in the forest. Groggily, she’d stand and look around her before recasting home. She never tried to figure out where she was, but she got the feeling that she was going to the same place every time. 

Now, in the heat of the bathroom, the water leaving red welts on her skin, she held on tight trying to keep herself in place. She didn’t know how long she was there for, but she heard the door creak open and a voice call out to her. Everything stayed blurry for awhile. The water was suddenly off and Grace instantly felt cold. 

A towel was placed around her shoulders and suddenly Bella’s face came into view. 

“Hey, come on. Let’s get you to bed.” Bella had seen this look before on her own face and knew that Grace had done the same for her. She gently pulled Grace to her feet and steered her toward the bedroom, tightening the towel around her. Grace sat on the edge of her bed as Bella rummaged through her drawers and pulled out some sweats, socks and an old band t-shirt. She dressed the catatonic Grace carefully and gently combed her hair, threading it into a loose french braid down her back. 

“Come on,” she said as she pulled her back on the bed with her and threw the covers over both of them. 

“Where’s Edward?” Grace asked barely above a whisper as Bella wrapped her pale arms around her. 

“Hunting. They’re prepping for the fight.” Bella said non-descriptively. Bella didn’t need to ask what had happened that day. 

The day after Grace had come home from the beach and gone straight to bed and laid there for over 20 hours, was the first time Paul had shown up. His eyes were hard but pleading when Bella answered the door. 

“Is she here?” He said, a rasp to his voice as if he had been yelling. 

“Now’s not a good time, Paul.” Bella said, crossing her arms. “She won’t speak. So since you’re here, why don’t you tell me what happened.” 

Paul looked down at the ground and shook his head. 

“Please. I just need to see her,” he had pleaded. When he looked back up at Bella, she saw intense pain in his eyes. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just-” 

“What happened?!” Bella pushed. 

“I….I imprinted. On Rachel Black….at the beach,” Paul said the words like he had said them a million times. 

“What…” Bella knew what it meant to imprint. Jake had told her what it meant and she had hesitated to ask him if he had imprinted on anyone considering the intensity of their relationship. But he had given her a confusing answer and brushed it off. 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Bella. Please. Just...if I could just see her,” Paul stammered, his body trembling. 

Charlie was behind Bella now in the doorway. 

“Paul.” 

“Chief Swan.” He replied trying to regain some composure. 

“Grace isn’t feeling too hot right now and isn’t allowed guests. She’ll call you when she’s ready.” Charlie nodded. “I suggest you head home.” 

“Thanks dad,” Bella muttered as Charlie retreated back into the house. Paul stood there, limp. 

“Just...tell her I stopped by.” Paul said, taking a step back down the stairs. Bella just nodded and shut the door. 

And again today. As Bella hopped down from the truck and pulled her hood up against the rain, she glanced down at her phone to see if Jake had texted her back. Her last text message was sent the day before as her worry for Grace grew: 

SMS Text—7:47 p.m.: Bella 

Please call me, Jake. 

Please. 

She hadn’t gone into details about Grace, but she knew that Jake should be here. Grace was having nightmares, much like the ones Bella used to have when Edward was gone last year. She was woken up on more than one night this week to cries of pain. But each time she jumped across her bed to get to Grace, she was gone. On one night, she even called out for Jake. 

When she closed her phone and looked up, Paul was there again. Bella shoved her hands in her pocket and walked around the truck making her way toward the house. 

“No, Paul.” Bella said, much less sympathy now. 

“I just want to talk to her.” Paul said. He seemed less beat up today than he had on the first time he’d known up. Bella had raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical. 

“Absolutely not. You broke her fucking heart,” Bella said, surprised at her own anger. Paul tensed at this. 

“I know. I just need to see her.” 

“No, not today.” Bella said, swerving around him to get into the house. 

“Before the fight then,” Paul bargained. 

“No. When she’s ready, not when it’s convenient for you,” Bella said, not bothering to turn around. She slammed the door behind her before hearing an explosion and tearing out on the front lawn that could only mean one thing. 

Now, as Bella listened to Grace’s rhythmic breathing as the light faded away outside, she worried about what happened next. If Grace tried to join the fight like this, she worried she’d get hurt. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone again. 

Still nothing. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

SMS Text—8:32 p.m.: Bella

Jake, you need to come home now. 

It’s Grace. She’s in pretty rough shape. 

Bella clipped her phone shut and wrapped her arms around Grace who had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She sighed and closed her eyes, willing sleep. 

When she woke up the next morning, the space where Grace had been sleeping was empty. 

Grace had been walking and walking since before dawn. Making her way to the reservation. Her body felt weak despite all of the sleep, but she held new resolve. She couldn’t sit in this pain anymore and just let it be hers. 

She was going to confront Paul. Instead of recasting to the rez, she took the time to walk through the forest. She made her way easily in the dark, not needing to see to know where she was going. When she finally reached his door some of her resolve started to crumble. 

What if Rachel was in there? What if she saw something she didn’t want to see? He wouldn’t have moved on so quickly would he? But she knew imprinting worked different. She took a step back and then felt the pain crash around her again. She would not be alone in this. 

Quickly she stepped forward and rapped on the door, nearly banging on it. It only took a couple of seconds for Paul to reach the door and yank it open. His face was full of annoyance that subsided to shock that melted into desperation. 

“Grace,” he choked out. Grace kept her hands at her side, eyes rimmed red and hands clenched into fists. 

“Can I come in?” her voice shook more than she wanted it to. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he stepped back so she could come in. She moved past him doing her best not to let any part of her touch him. The minute she got inside, her eyes automatically lingered down the hallway to the cracked bedroom door. She swallowed hard and turned to face him. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. 

“Grace, I’ve wanted to talk to you for a week.” Paul said keeping his distance more for Grace’s sake than his. “I’ve stopped by. Did Bella tell you?” 

Grace nodded her head. She suddenly felt like a caged animal. What about this was supposed to make her feel better again? She couldn’t even look at him for too long or she’d feel her stomach turn. 

“Grace I’m so-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Grace said, her eyes hard now. “Don’t.” 

“Okay,” he watched her carefully. She felt frantic, uneasy, where this place was once going to be her home she now felt like an unwanted guest. She kept checking over her shoulder, waiting for someone to stumble out of the bedroom. A room that Paul had filled with light for her. And now, she’d never see it again. She wanted to walk the short steps to it and push open the door to mourn her loss in peace. But she was too afraid about who was behind the door. 

“Is she here?” Grace said suddenly. 

“What?” Paul said confused for a second, and then realization dawned on him, “No, Grace of course not, no.” He almost looked offended.

Grace looked at the floor embarrassed now. Paul took two steps toward her and she stumbled back. 

“No.” she said, tears coming immediately. “Please...don’t. It’s too much.” Paul crumbled now. She’d never seen him cry, but something in him broke in this moment. 

“Grace. Please, let me explain,” he said. Grace dug her fingernails into her palms and nodded. 

“Okay. Explain.” She could take it. She could do this. 

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, you have to know that. When Rachel showed up, I was just as panicked as you. I’ve barely talked to her since. I just needed to figure this out and I couldn’t….I didn’t want to let you go,” he shuddered, as tears glistened and fell from his eyes. Grace nodded to have him keep going. “I couldn’t eat or sleep. I had to see you and Bella wouldn’t let me see you. I felt so...lost without you Grace.” 

Grace was shaking now, trying to keep herself in place. Not now, not yet. She had to hear it. 

“I went to see Ti’Hal. I couldn’t take the pain...the weight of this. She said imprinting wasn’t a choice but that I still had one. I could still choose you.” Grace let a whimper escape and shut her eyes tight for a minute before opening them to look at Paul. “But….but she said that even if I chose you, Grace, you would never be as happy with me as we were before. And I wouldn’t expect you to be because I’d always be looking after Rachel. It would eventually destroy us.” 

Grace held herself in place even though she felt it starting. 

 “Ti’Hal said it would be better if I-,” he choked, burying his face in his hands and letting out muffled sobs. Grace was shaking so hard she wondered if he could hear her teeth chatter. “She said, I should….” he stopped and stuttered again trying to look at her. 

“She told you to let me go,” Grace said, her voice warbling and her knees shaking. Paul looked at her sucking in a deep breath and wiping at his face. He nodded. 

“Yes.” Was all he could manage as he looked at her. She wasn’t sure why but something in her accepted this even though her heart was fighting like hell against it. She strode over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. He immediately grabbed her and held her to him tightly. 

She let her body collapse onto him. She tried to let her pain go but instead it swelled up inside her as she held tight to him. The pain crescendoed and she pulled back cupping his face in her hands. Paul was breathing heavy trying to bring himself under control. His eyes searched hers, hoping for her to say anything that might allow him to move forward, pretend like nothing happened, and carry her back to the bedroom like they had done last week. 

“Let me go.” she whispered painfully. He squeezed her sides and looked down then quickly back up at her face. She planted one more soft kiss on his lips that he desperately tried to deepen, but she was gone in a flicker. 

She recast on the edge of the forest and trudged the short way up the familiar hill to the cliff’s edge. The day around her was shaping up to be beautiful, the last solid day of sun they’d have for awhile. Grace stood on the edge of the cliff, the pain swirling up in her and tearing its way out of her throat. She let out a guttural, primal, painful scream that shook her whole body and got carried away by the wind and then fell to her knees in heaving sobs. 

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[savannahjamesauthor]

Hunter: An Emmett Cullen Fanfiction

* This is the first chapter of a larger fanfiction published on Wattpad and a03. If you want to read the rest of the story, you can find it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/294989040?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=solobarnes&wp_originator=FOzfAKrC7%2B2TcMC293tg3vjtysiF8BlMwhX9TP5883xEs0QHIldF5TbEulPbOI0by1XjfkPk%2BKzcJNufwfzVKwXX7Guz7FCthe8vn6eUGAY5cv%2BK0vIZZtrnRMMvMGfQ

Chapter One: Cherilyn

The Children of the Night Pub has been serving people alcohol and sub-par level food for the past four decades in London, England. I've heard the owners decided to name the pub 'The Children of the Night' because they had a fascination with horror movies and particularly loved stories revolving around supernatural beings.

Little did these owners know that they lived amongst the very beings they idolized.

Oh well. The irony will forever be lost on the owners, as well as most of the people who come in and out of this pub.

"Can I have a refill?" I ask the bartender, gesturing to my empty beer glass.

"Sure thing," They say, taking my glass and refilling it as requested. "You new around here?"

"No, but it has been a while since I've been back home. Anything of interest happen lately?"

The bartender sets my now full glass back down and shrugs. "Depends on what you find interesting."

"Any disappearances or murders?"

The bartender chuckles, grabbing onto two empty glasses next to me and starting to clean them. "You one of those true crime junkies?"

"Something like that."

"There's been a string of murders happening all week," The bartender lowers their voice and leans closer to me. "Real nasty stuff. Corpses left in alleyways; drained of their blood and their heads decapitated. Those poor souls."

"Each body was found like that? Is it the same killer?" I ask, trying not to sound too interested, but if I do the bartender can write me off as a 'true crime junkie', as they called it.

The bartender reaches into their bag on the floor and fishes out today's newspaper, placing it in front of me. "Read for yourself."

HEAD HUNTER STRIKES AGAIN

For almost a week now, London has been haunted by a killer who seems to kill without mercy and without strategy. Dubbed the 'Head Hunter', this killer drains their victims of their blood and decapitates their head using an unknown weapon. There's no blood on the victims nor at the crime scenes, and attempts to find fingerprints have led to nothing. The commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department has sited an incident that happened four years ago when Lilith Van Helsing of Van Helsing Corp. was found dead by the same method as these most recent murders. The commissioner believes the same killer is making themselves known again.

"Thank you for your corporation, you've been most helpful." I say to the bartender in farewell.

"Welcome home." He says with a wave, pocketing the twenty.

A welcome indeed.

-

The Van Helsing family have lived in London for several decades; in a mansion on Chiltern Street. It's five stories of red brick, with square windows and arches, and high iron gates surrounding the whole property. My grandmother built it for our family in the 20's; along with a corporation that dedicates itself to the historical preservation and upkeep of artifacts for universities and museums throughout England. The corporation has given us great profit over the years, as well as the freedom to pursue our family's true business; hunting vampires.

It all started with my great-great-great grandfather, Abraham Van Helsing; the first in a line of species called Hunters. He saw that vampires were threatening our world and decided to put a stop to it; studying the creatures, training himself how to defend against them, and using his enhanced abilities to kill them. For generations now, the Van Helsings have fought vampires and ensured that the secret of their existence and of our duties remains a secret.

Using my key, I unlock the door to the house and make my way inside, shouting, "Grandmama! Grandmama I'm home!"

"In here, Cher. We have some visitors."

The moment she says it is the same moment the scent hits me. It's distinct and strong, a sickly sweet smell that only vampires have.

I grab onto the dagger I have in my boot—like all Van Helsing weapons, when activated by a button on the hilt it can produce fire—and run four doors down towards the library where the scent is strongest. When I make it inside I slide to a halt; my grandmother is sitting in her chair with her hands resting on top of a closed book, and Carlisle, Edward, and Emmett Cullen are standing in front of her.

I lower my weapon and sigh in relief. "What a surprise. I didn't know your coven was in London."

Carlisle smiles warmly at me, and if it were anyone else I would assume the smile was forced, but with him I know he is being genuine. "Yes, we were over staying our welcome in New York and decided London would be the best spot to start anew."

After my mother died...I needed to get out of London; I traveled around the world, continuing my duties as I did, but I was met with an unforeseen problem when I visited New York. I met the Cullen family in the woods while they were hunting and saw that they fed on animals, not humans. I was confused as to how to handle the situation, and Edward Cullen—being able to read minds—knew it. The family insisted I come back to their home with them so we could talk, and against my better judgement, I let them lead me to their house. Carlisle explained their chosen lifestyle and pleaded for me to leave them in peace. I agreed to leave him and his family be as long as they didn't hunt humans. He said that was an easy thing to agree to.

I honestly thought I would never see them again, much less in my own home.

"Why are you here?" I ask bluntly.

"We wanted to see if you were back home, and we are very glad that you are. I'm assuming you've heard about the recent murders?"

My hand tightens around the hilt of my dagger. "Yes."

"Your grandmother has just told us her theory; that it's the same rogue vampire that killed your mother. With that knowledge, we wanted to offer our services in taking the killer down."

"Why?" I take a step forward, making the vampires tense slightly. I look down at the dagger still clutched in my hand, and with a sigh, I place it back in my boot. "Why offer to help me?"

"Because if this killer continues to cause this level of destruction, our family is put in jeopardy." Edward Cullen replies, his expression as stern and unhappy as ever.

"And because this guy killed a Van Helsing before and he could do it again," Emmett says bluntly. "We don't know how powerful he is or what knowledge he has."

"For your family's safety as well as ours, we are offering to help." Carlisle says.

While trying to figure out a reply to such a ludicrous proposal, I look to my grandmother. "And you support this idea?"

Grandmama, like every member of the Van Helsing family, stopped aging when she reached thirty. At ninety seven she looks like she could be my older sister; smooth, unwrinkled black skin, sharp brown eyes, and a youthful spring in her step.

She was an active hunter for many years but stopped around the time I was born; choosing to focus on Van Helsing Corps. instead of fighting. But just because she's for all intents and purposes retired, she can still fight as well as I can and hates vampires with a passion.

"This is a unique circumstance, Cher." Grandmama argues, shifting in her seat to face me better.

They're vampires. We hunt vampires, we don't work with them. I sign to her, wanting to keep the Cullens—with the exception of Edward who can read minds—out of the conversation.

I know, but I already lost your mother and I don't intend to lose you too. Grandmama signs back. Besides; the Cullens are different than the rest. I know Carlisle, I trust him. He is a good and honorable man, and I assume his children are the same.

But some of us are a lot more fun than the others. Emmett Cullen signs using ASL instead of BSL like my grandmother and I use.

"How do you—"

"When you're immortal and don't need sleep, you pick up a lot of hobbies; like learning languages." Emmett replies with a playful grin.

I roll my eyes and turn my attention to Carlisle. "If I agree to this partnership, we do it my way. I'm the vampire hunter, I know how to hunt and kill a vampire."

"That's perfectly reasonable." Carlisle replies.

"Would I be working with all six of you?"

"No, primarily my two sons," He gestures to Edward and Emmett. "Emmett's strength and tracking abilities and Edward's ability to read minds will be beneficial. Alice will help as well when she has a vision relating to the case."

I didn't even consider that my mother's killer may have an ability, and that indeed could cause a problem. The last time I fought a gifted vampire—who had the power to conjure fire—they set off an explosion that injured the tympanic membrane in both my ears, causing permanent hearing loss. I would prefer to avoid another injury like that happening again.

"Alright," I say after a sigh. "I would be grateful for your assistance in finding my mother's killer."

Edward nods his head once and says nothing, but Emmett grins wide. "This is going to be fun."

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[spiritualsimtatyana2000]

Laurent's Little Sister (Cover) 🦇🦇 @picsart

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[mrs-assbutt]

Relatable

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[renegadepack]

📓 Leah and Seth for the headcanon prompts

They may have lived in the same house, but everyone that knew the Clearwaters knew the children couldn’t be more different. Seth, especially as a child, was quiet and shy, while Leah was more outgoing, even as she kept to her circle of friends. Leah was athletic, always moving, but Seth was happiest on the couch with a book. And while the start of a new school year was Seth’s favorite time of year, it was Leah’s least.

Not that Leah didn’t like school, per say. Or she was indifferent to it. She liked seeing her friends, and the start of new basketball and track seasons. That’s what she looked forward to. But sitting in a classroom, listening to a teacher drone on, homework, tests? That she wasn’t a fan of.

Seth couldn’t fully, honestly say he liked homework and tests, but he loved the act of learning. He always had, ever since he was little. He always asked for books for birthdays and Christmases, and they usually were some type of educational book - he had nearly every single Fact Tracker book from the Magic Treehouse series. So reading and discovering new things to learn about? That he could get behind.

The Clearwaters were certainly a family of traditions, and the start of school season was no exception. Summers were spent with trips to the beach, day-long adventures down the coast, going out fishing on weekend mornings and spending the whole day by the water. It was only natural they were all a little sad when the days started getting just noticeably colder and the “welcome back” signs popped up in schools and in front of notebook and pencil displays.

Their schedules were always ready exactly a week before the first day, listing the order of their classes and the supplies they would need. Not that it changed much year to year. But on Schedule Pickup Day, Harry would take a half day from work, coming home just before lunch. He’d take both kids out to eat, then to pick up their schedules. After that all-important paper was safely secured, it was out to the local shops to pick up supplies. Truthfully, they never needed much. Most everything from the previous years was still good. Mostly it was an excuse to spend just a little more time together before the hectic schedule of the school year kicked in. 

The first day Sue had off in her varied nursing schedule, it was her turn to take the kids out. She’d drag them out of bed early, refusing to let them waste the whole day in it. All in the name of getting them ready for an early school schedule, she’d argue. Working together, they would create a full breakfast spread: bacon, eggs, pancakes, complete with syrups and fruits, finishing just in time for Harry to eat with them before he had to go to work. After eating (and cleaning up, of course), they’d go off in search of new school clothes and anything they might need for the upcoming school year.

The night before school started was the same favorite tradition of the town: a bonfire on the beach. Everyone would be starting school the next morning, so it was time for one last night of summer fun. As always, everyone would come loaded down with food to share. Someone would bring a boombox, or a guitar, leading to dancing and singing along. Maybe someone would find time for storytelling, or maybe they would just talk and joke the night away. However it would go, inevitably everyone would be a little tired the next day. But no one would say it wasn’t worth it.

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[hazzoranstories]

THE WHITE SUN AT MIDNIGHT | J.BLACK Ch. 25

"Jake!" Seth exclaimed, and a few members of the wolf pack looked over to see Jacob having walked to the bonfire with Bella by his side. Paige smiled and followed after the energetic 15-year-old. Bella gave her sister a side smile, which Paige returned.

"Hey," Jake greeted.

"It's about time you got here. Paul's been hoovering the grub, but I saved you some burgers," Seth glowed.

"Good looking out, bro. Bella, this is Seth Clearwater, Leah's brother. Newest member of the pack," Jake introduced, and Seth and Bella shook hands.

"Newest. Bestest. Brightest," Seth grinned.

"And slowest," Jacob smirked and put Seth into a headlock. They began wrestling when a whistle was heard, and they gained their focus, laughing loudly.

"Come on, your dad's about to start," Seth said before running back to Leah. Bella shook her head at Jake before he led her to a seat around the fire. Paige sat next to her imprint, who interlocked their hands together.

"The Quileutes have been a small tribe from the beginning, but we have always had magic in our blood. We were great spirit warriors, shape-shifters that transformed into the powerful wolf. This enabled us to scare off our enemies and protect our tribe," Billy began his story. Paige felt awkward and out of place being here while Bella immediately sunk into the past.

"One day, out warriors came across a creature. It looked like a man, but it was hard like stone and cold as ice. Our warriors' sharp teeth finally tore it apart, but only fire would completely destroy it. They lived in fear that the cold man was not alone . . . . and they were right," Billy sighed, falling into a trance while staring at the orange flames of the fire. "She took her vengeance out on the village. Our elder chief, Taha Aki, was the only spirit warrior left to save the tribe after his son was killed. Taha Aki's third wife could see that he would lose. The third wife was no magical being, with no special powers but one, courage. The third wife's sacrifice distracted the cold women long enough for Taha Aki to destroy her. She saved the tribe."

"Over time, our enemies have disappeared. But one remains—the cold ones. Our magic awakens when they're near, and we sense it now. We feel the threat in our blood. Something terrible is coming, and we must all be ready. All of us."

~:*:~

"What'cha thinking about?" Jacob whispered in Paige's ear, and the girl sighed, relaxing as Jake pulled her closer to his chest.

"Just thinking about my death sentence," the Claymore gloomed.

"Hey," the Black turned his imprint around and looked longingly into her eyes. "You don't have a death sentence. I'm not going to promise you again that I won't let him take you since I practically broke it. But . . . . he'll have to kill me to get to you," Paige's lips perked up at Jake's words, and she cuddled into his warm sleeveless hoodie. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.

"You're my whole reason for existence now, Paige. I'll keep you safe," Jacob purred into Paige's hair.

"I thought you said no promises," Paige mumbled and ran a hand through his black hair.

"Don't think of it as a promise. Think of it as . . . . a declaration," he replied softly.

"Are you writing the constitution for your new country or something?" Paige joked, and they both laughed quietly, not wanting to wake Billy, who was sleeping a couple of rooms away.

"Of course I am. What should my country be called?" the shifter asked.

"You're writing the constitution of an unnamed country?" Paige giggled, and Jake chuckled.

"Well, you gotta give me ideas."

"How about . . . . Wolflandia," she suggested.

"Oh, that's creative," Jacob commented sarcastically, and Paige smacked his chest.

"You asked for ideas, and I gave you one," she claimed.

"Not a very good one," he said under his breath, and Paige gasped dramatically.

"How rude, Mr. Black," she pouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Claymore. Would you like me to make it up to you?" Jake added, and Paige smiled broadly.

"More than anything."

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