[paullahotes]

Pairing: Paul Lahote/Fem!OC

Summary:  Incalescent- (adj.) - growing hotter or more ardent; set ablaze

Warnings: slow burn, angst

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six- posted on August 7th, 2022

Chapter Seven - posted on August 21st, 2022

Chapter Eight - in progress :)

[eddiemunsonsmum]

PSA - Blog w Sexual Content Containing Minors

This is a callout post. Please reblog.

TW Mentions of Child Sexual Abuse, Child Abuse, Minor Sexual Content. But PLEASE read if you can.

The more I think about it, the sicker I feel that there were people in my DMs that think it's okay to write about Eddie Munson molesting a 4 year old. Not just think it's okay but actively, publicly liking that kind of content.

I reported and blocked the post and the blog owner from every blog I own but something still wasn't sitting right with me. The original post is gone but the blog is still there.

I didn't give the url in my previous post because this person is a minor and I didn't want them to be harassed, no matter how vile and disgusting their content is. But upon seeing that there was more disgusting content from this user, in my quest to block every single person that's interacted with them, I've reconsidered.

I still don't condone the harassment of another user. But I strongly encourage everyone that is able to report their (ickybatz) posts and blog. I see that they've said they "don't condone the sexualization of a minor" but in openly imagining the reader in the fic to be SEVEN TO EIGHT YEARS OLD and encouraging the people interacting with the post to imagine her as ANY AGE they are doing just that.

I vomited in my mouth a little at the "twins fr" comment. Just to be clear, incase you haven't been following. THE COMMENTS BELOW ARE DISCUSSING THE READER IN A SMUT FICTION TO BE SIX TO EIGHT YEARS OLD. They aren't making cute lil jokes.

This person is posting their content on the "ickybatz" tumblr.

There are 178 notes on that post! Some of the people in the notes are FOURTY years old. There are Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn blogs in the notes of that post, liking this content. I hope they're fucking ashamed of themselves.

I am actually legitimately sad about some of the people I had to block. I also have no interest in fandom discourse. But protecting children from predators is a hill I'm willing to die on. A hill I am most certainly willing to give up this blog for.

Lastly as this person is a minor and I am an adult that does not interact with minors online, I just wanted to say that their post was sent to me by a concerned friend. I did not seek it out or find it organically by scrolling through their content.

[buckychristwrites]

Colors in the Dark | b.b. | Part Two

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s been years since it was revealed that Bucky has a soulmate. And while he doesn’t remember anything about them, he hopes to see them again one day.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Surprisingly fluff

A/N: Just a quick tale of reunion, since a few people were wondering if Bucky would ever meet his soulmate again. I’m not sure if anyone will read this but i wrote it in less than a day and had fun, so i hope someone does. Enjoy :)

Part One | Masterlist

“I had a soulmate once.”

The scratching of the pen on paper came to a halt. 

“Everyone has a soulmate,” she explained as-a-matter-of-factually. Bucky huffed.

“I know that,” he said, annoyed. “I mean, I met mine once.” Dr. Raynor laid her pen down on the pad on her desk, her attention now fully on Bucky.

“Back before the war?” She asked. He let out a humorless laugh as he shook his head.

“You would think. No, it was actually the same day I ran into Steve. As the…” He waved his hand. “Soldier.” He didn’t like saying the name. The Winter Soldier. It made him feel some type of way. He tried to brush off that feeling as he looked back at his therapist. “I have vague memories of it sometimes. Seeing in color.” Dr. Raynor’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“But you don’t see color now?”

Keep reading

[the-wolf-moon-diaries]

Black Swan // Wolf Pack Reactions.

A/N: How would the members of the pack react to imprinting on Bella’s twin sister, who happens to be her polar opposite?

@paullahotes post has a choke hold on me, I swear, because I started imagining this Odette (Bella) and Odile (Y/N) story, two sisters who have nothing in common but the world they’ve been pulled into. Bella is clumsy, quiet, and hides within herself where as Reader is a ballet dancer who is fiery and passionate. I’m thinking that this takes place during the events of Eclipse?? I think I love the whole Bella’s sister trope because of my love hate relationship with her character. There’s a lot a like about her and a lot more that I don’t like, her attitude towards other women is a part of that. You know, you just KNOW, she’d be acting like that with her sister.

Bella: ugh, I’m not like other girls!

Y/N: what’s wrong with other girls?

And this is just the first little bit, tell me if you want more!

Should I do a vamp version of this for my other blog? Some of the nomads/Cullens becoming Black Swan! Y/N’s mate?? Because Bella would be pressed about Y/N being an imprint but I’d bet she’d be PISSED as a hell if she ended up being a vampire and having her own little love story lmao.

Pairings: Paul Lahote x Y/N Swan; Embry Call x Y/N Swan; Jacob Black x Y/N Swan.

Song: Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky.

Despite being twins, it was clear from all who knew that you and your sister Bella had little in common with one another.

You were different yet meant to be together, two halves of the same whole. Like night and day, your mother often said.

Fire and ice, thorn and rose, earth and sea.

Bella was the dark and lonely night, soft and silent, whereas you were the burning sun, bright and passionate. She was always quiet and folded into herself and mothered you too much, you were loud and always running off to chase a new adventure or dreaming the day away. When your mother put the both of you into ballet, Bella’s clumsiness kept her away from the stage. You blossomed as a dancer, as graceful as a swan should be.

Like Odette and Odile, sister swans.

But you loved one another none the less, tied to each other in a way only sisters could be.

Forks was another difference. You loved it there, always had, believing that there was magic in the tree and beauty in the rainfall. You had even begged to visit Charlie more then once a year, going alone if you had too. Bella, too much like your mother, hated it there and stopped coming...but when she was the one who suggested moving to the small town, you jumped at the chance.

A part of you had hoped that you and Bella would grow closer here but it was not to be.

Bella quickly fell in love with Edward Cullen and into her own little world, one where you were not wanted.

She loved you, yes, and you loved her...but the space between you seemed to deepen here, Bella in her world and you in your own. So you through yourself into dancing, as you always had. There was a dance studio in Port Angles that you took to quickly, practicing in the basement of your home (Charlie had turned it into a small studio of your own, ignoring the boxes of Christmas decorations in the far corner and the cobwebs). It seemed that with every day, Bella pushed you further and further away.

So you danced and you dreamed.

And in between, you tried to be a part of your sister’s world, even if she did wish for you to be. When Edward left her, you’d grown closer...for a time. Bella had clung to you the way she had when you were children and you’d thought that, perhaps, things were going to be different. But when he returned to Forks, she left again.

So you danced and you dreamed a little more.

Bella had changed a little more overtime, suddenly softer towards you. It was, you thought, the nostalgia of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

She was watching you dance again, sometimes in the basement (and she even danced a little with you, laughing as you tumbled together). She and Edward even attended a performance of yours, Romeo and Juliet. She’d brought you roses and, walking out with you hand in hand as you and Edward bickered about Shakespeare. And when she invited you to La Push, you were more then happy to join her. Rarely did you and Bella mingle with each other’s friend groups but you were happy to see Jacob, it had been quite a long time…

Paul Lahote was the might have been the most beautiful man you’d ever seen...at least he was until he opened his damned mouth.

The sun had set by the then, the last rays of light dying over the ocean, and the group gathered around the bonfire was small. Just Jacob and two of his friends, the others had not yet come. Ignoring the unspoken tension, you talked a while with them. But feeling rather unwanted, you’d slipped away to walk along the beach alone.

So had he.

Expecting to be alone, the heavy footfalls upon sand stole your attention as you looked up and saw him for the first time, a man with a crooked grin and dark, lovely eyes. And he saw you, his world stopping in a single second.

For a moment, you stared at one another and you thought him beautiful...until he ruined it all in an instant.

“Fucking hell...her? Why her?”

He’d said it louder then he’d meant to, seeing the anger flash in your eyes at once. And it wasn’t long before your bickering grew loud enough to steal the attention of the others, Bella running towards you as Paul began to shake with rage. Suddenly everyone was yelling and talking about imprints and leech lovers and telling Paul to calm down, Bella taking you by the hand and pulling you away.

She was angry but would not tell you why, simply saying that she regretted bringing you there at all and refusing to explain what she meant.

But that night, as you lay in bed unable to sleep, you obsessed over it. Why had be been so angry? What could you have done to him already? Paul Lahote didn’t know you from Eve and yet he acted as though you had wronged him...as though you were wrong in some horrible, unforgivable way and nobody would tell you why. Hiding your face in your pillow, you tried desperately not to think of it, wondering why you even cared so much to begin with.

And then you heard it.

A clamoring on the roof, some sharp voice quietly swearing as someone grasped at your bedroom window (which, unlike your sister, you kept safely locked at all times).

“Y/N!” came a sharp whisper. “We need to talk.”

Paul. You were going to ignore him, you decided. You were going to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep until he went away and, if he didn’t, you were going to scream for Charlie.

“Please, Y/N...”

Damn it, you were weak.! And now you were creeping out of bed and opening the window to quickly that it surprised him, Paul nearly losing his footing on the roof. A stirring in the next room stole your attention, Bella and Edward clearly aware of your late night visitor. Well, you thought, you’d kept her secret and she could keep yours.

“What do you want?” you snapped. “What’s your problem, Paul? Because if you think for a second that I’m just going to-”

“I want to explain it, all of it.”

“Maybe I don’t want to listen –“

He kissed you.

It was quick and soft, just a kiss stolen from the corner of your lips. But it was enough to make your heart beat wildly, fire burning in your veins as Paul looked at you, a hand cupping your cheek. He wasn’t angry anymore, not truly...just conflicted somehow. His eyes flickered towards your bedroom window, glaring before looking back towards you softly.

“Now...isn’t a good time. But tomorrow,” he whispered. “I’ll come get you tomorrow and I’ll tell you everything.”

And then he was gone and you were laying in bed, finger tip pressed gently to the place he’d kissed you. You didn’t know what was happening but, for someone reason, you didn’t care...as long as Paul was a part of it, you would be too.

You’d follow that man to the ends of the earth if it meant he’d kiss you.

Embry Call was quiet yet there was something about him...something you could not quite explain. You’d noticed him before in your many visits to see Charlie but he was quiet and shy, hiding within his own world and you hadn’t expected anything else of him.

But you had a better time then you thought you would, laughing with Bella’s friends and taking Quil’s good twin, evil twin jokes with a smile.

Emily, you learned, had always loved ballet but had never gotten the chance to take a class. You happily took her hand and taught her beginner moves in the sand, laughing together. You didn’t even hear him coming, too busy laughing as you danced with Emily. But he heard you, your laugh reminding him of music as he turned to look at the stranger he’d never seen before.

Eyes came together in one brief moment, his as dark and lovely as the new moon, and everything else followed in suit.

A smile grew slowly across his face, Jacob and Quil catching his eye and grinning too.

They knew at once, they all knew, watching as Embry came forward in wonder. You stumbled for a second, so stunned by his beauty and the beating of your own heart that you forgot yourself...but he caught you easily, arms around your waist as you’d danced it a thousand times.

Jacob whispered to Bella, a flash of confusion coming across her face as she questioned him quickly.

“What do you mean?”

Barely noticing their bickering, you looked at Embry as he tried to come up with something, anything to say to you...something charming, he thought, something beautiful. But how can you put the most amazing experience into words? How can you tell someone that they are the center of your universe, the reason you breath and blink and be. But the argument grew louder, something about too much danger and not wanting this for you, and suddenly she moved forward, taking your hand and insisting that you needed to go.

But she never asked you.

It was always like that with Bella, she just decided and expected you to follow along...never did she ask you what you wanted, what you felt, what you dreamed of and hoped for.

Never.

And as she pulled you away, you looked back as Embry and smiled, now knowing exactly what you wanted, those dark eyes burning into your own with a fire. Embry...you wanted nothing else but him. And nothing was going to keep you from him, not even your sister. As you lay in bed that night, pretending not to hear the hurried discussion in the room across from your own, your cell phone suddenly buzzed to life.

“Meet me tomorrow? I want to tell you something.”

“It’s Embry, by the way. Jake gave me your number.”

Smiling, you quickly replied which soon turned into the two of you texting well into the night, talking about everything and anything until you fell asleep.

That was the first night you dreamed of him.

You had always loved Jacob Black a little bit, which is why you so rarely saw him anymore. At some point, it had become too painful to bare being with him. Only an idiot could ignore the fact that he was in love with you sister and, not being much of a masochist, you began to hide away from him.

His feelings were known but your own remained quietly hidden, a secret not even your sister would know.

But you could do it, you promised yourself, just for tonight.

Bella had wanted you to come and, being so rarely allowed into her world, you wanted to be there. So you would be. And then you’d never have to see him again, quietly returning to your dancing and dreaming and loving him from afar. The bonfire burned as you laughed with the others, allowing the night to drift away slowly. Sitting alongside your sister, her in your white eyelet sweater and you in her black hoodie (the only stereotypical sister thing you ever did with one another, stealing each other’s clothes), you wondered where Jacob was until you heard his voice breaking through the night.

“Bella!”

Of course he called for her...and perhaps you should have ignored it, pretending like he wasn’t there. But you couldn’t, wanting only to see him, and you looked over your shoulder as he ran across the beach.

Once more you were stunned by his beauty, thinking of Romeo and Prince Siegfried.

But for the first time in forever he didn’t ignore you, looking right at you in shock as though he were seeing you for the first time.

“Jacob?” you said softly.

He was shaking, eyes wide and lip trembling.

The laughter stopped. The whole damn world stopped as something stirred within your soul, begging you to go to him, to comfort him. But before you could move, Sam had taken a hold of you and pulled you back, shouting something you couldn't hear over the roar of your own heart. And then Jacob was gone. A sudden scream ripped through the air, morphing quickly into a heartbroken, low howl, as the boy you loved became something else entirely.

Wolf...he became a wolf.

And then the beast was gone too, running into the darkness.

The silence broke into chaos, everyone clamoring about Jacob and imprinting and you...and Bella. Always Bella. She was furious with you and you didn’t know why, your sister storming away without so much as a word, and in the end you were left alone.

No one noticed as you stood there, everyone scattered to the wind as you tried to make sense of it all.

And no one noticed as you walked home alone in the darkness, finally leaving behind the reservation as you crossed the border between La Push and the long road ahead.

Bella, you’d later learned, had though one of the pack would take you home and they’d thought the same. And the beast in the dark thought you easy prey, red eyes lingering upon you as it crept out of the woods. You smelled sweet, it thought, as sweet as your sister as just as soft...and it’s creator certain wouldn’t mind if it stopped for a quick meal. Suddenly frighted of something, you turned and looked into the darkness.

From the shadow of the trees, the hunter stepped out into the moonlight, smiling at you sweetly.

[the-wolf-moon-diaries]

I'm reblogging my own story to say that Black Swan is complete!

I loved Jacob's version of this so much that I continued it into an entire fanfiction. What started as aa reaction became a 30 chapter fic and THAT ended up being 61 chapters of a story and I finished it last night!! Y'all, I'm so happy with it.

Writing this was a little hard but I loved it anyway and grew as a writer through it. So thank you again, @paullahotes for inspiring this, and thank you to everyone who read and commented. If you want to read Black Swan, I'll link it below (just a note, the fic is locked so you'll need an A03 account).

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[paullahotes]

I'm still interested🥺😅😄🙈

I have the rest of it all planned out already and a two week winter break coming up! So we’ll see…

[paullahotes]

Pairing: Paul Lahote/Fem!OC

Summary:  Incalescent- (adj.) - growing hotter or more ardent; set ablaze

Warnings: slow burn, angst

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six- posted on August 7th, 2022

Chapter Seven - posted on August 21st, 2022

Chapter Eight - in progress :)

[paullahotes]

Is anyone still interested in my fic or nah!

I’m done with college so I have the time to write again if anyone wants it!

[hellygf]

fuck it what's everyone's 69th song on their spotify wrapped?

[paullahotes]

80-90!!!

[paullahotes]

If 17 hasn’t been requested I’d like to see that one!

17. Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift

[paullahotes]

97 and 31!

97. Way Out by Jack Harlow

31. Grande Amore by Il Volo

[paullahotes]

[skzflix]

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and i'll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist!

[sunshiny-rants]

Iran: protests against women being killed because of the hijab law

Pakistan: floods causing mass displacement and humanitarian crisis

Puerto Rico: no drinking water due to catastrophic hurricane

every news station for the past few weeks: THE QUEEN IS DEAD

[the-wolf-moon-diaries]

Black Swan // Wolf Pack Reactions.

A/N: How would the members of the pack react to imprinting on Bella’s twin sister, who happens to be her polar opposite?

@paullahotes post has a choke hold on me, I swear, because I started imagining this Odette (Bella) and Odile (Y/N) story, two sisters who have nothing in common but the world they’ve been pulled into. Bella is clumsy, quiet, and hides within herself where as Reader is a ballet dancer who is fiery and passionate. I’m thinking that this takes place during the events of Eclipse?? I think I love the whole Bella’s sister trope because of my love hate relationship with her character. There’s a lot a like about her and a lot more that I don’t like, her attitude towards other women is a part of that. You know, you just KNOW, she’d be acting like that with her sister.

Bella: ugh, I’m not like other girls!

Y/N: what’s wrong with other girls?

And this is just the first little bit, tell me if you want more!

Should I do a vamp version of this for my other blog? Some of the nomads/Cullens becoming Black Swan! Y/N’s mate?? Because Bella would be pressed about Y/N being an imprint but I’d bet she’d be PISSED as a hell if she ended up being a vampire and having her own little love story lmao.

Pairings: Paul Lahote x Y/N Swan; Embry Call x Y/N Swan; Jacob Black x Y/N Swan.

Song: Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky.

Despite being twins, it was clear from all who knew that you and your sister Bella had little in common with one another.

You were different yet meant to be together, two halves of the same whole. Like night and day, your mother often said.

Fire and ice, thorn and rose, earth and sea.

Bella was the dark and lonely night, soft and silent, whereas you were the burning sun, bright and passionate. She was always quiet and folded into herself and mothered you too much, you were loud and always running off to chase a new adventure or dreaming the day away. When your mother put the both of you into ballet, Bella’s clumsiness kept her away from the stage. You blossomed as a dancer, as graceful as a swan should be.

Like Odette and Odile, sister swans.

But you loved one another none the less, tied to each other in a way only sisters could be.

Forks was another difference. You loved it there, always had, believing that there was magic in the tree and beauty in the rainfall. You had even begged to visit Charlie more then once a year, going alone if you had too. Bella, too much like your mother, hated it there and stopped coming...but when she was the one who suggested moving to the small town, you jumped at the chance.

A part of you had hoped that you and Bella would grow closer here but it was not to be.

Bella quickly fell in love with Edward Cullen and into her own little world, one where you were not wanted.

She loved you, yes, and you loved her...but the space between you seemed to deepen here, Bella in her world and you in your own. So you through yourself into dancing, as you always had. There was a dance studio in Port Angles that you took to quickly, practicing in the basement of your home (Charlie had turned it into a small studio of your own, ignoring the boxes of Christmas decorations in the far corner and the cobwebs). It seemed that with every day, Bella pushed you further and further away.

So you danced and you dreamed.

And in between, you tried to be a part of your sister’s world, even if she did wish for you to be. When Edward left her, you’d grown closer...for a time. Bella had clung to you the way she had when you were children and you’d thought that, perhaps, things were going to be different. But when he returned to Forks, she left again.

So you danced and you dreamed a little more.

Bella had changed a little more overtime, suddenly softer towards you. It was, you thought, the nostalgia of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

She was watching you dance again, sometimes in the basement (and she even danced a little with you, laughing as you tumbled together). She and Edward even attended a performance of yours, Romeo and Juliet. She’d brought you roses and, walking out with you hand in hand as you and Edward bickered about Shakespeare. And when she invited you to La Push, you were more then happy to join her. Rarely did you and Bella mingle with each other’s friend groups but you were happy to see Jacob, it had been quite a long time…

Paul Lahote was the might have been the most beautiful man you’d ever seen...at least he was until he opened his damned mouth.

The sun had set by the then, the last rays of light dying over the ocean, and the group gathered around the bonfire was small. Just Jacob and two of his friends, the others had not yet come. Ignoring the unspoken tension, you talked a while with them. But feeling rather unwanted, you’d slipped away to walk along the beach alone.

So had he.

Expecting to be alone, the heavy footfalls upon sand stole your attention as you looked up and saw him for the first time, a man with a crooked grin and dark, lovely eyes. And he saw you, his world stopping in a single second.

For a moment, you stared at one another and you thought him beautiful...until he ruined it all in an instant.

“Fucking hell...her? Why her?”

He’d said it louder then he’d meant to, seeing the anger flash in your eyes at once. And it wasn’t long before your bickering grew loud enough to steal the attention of the others, Bella running towards you as Paul began to shake with rage. Suddenly everyone was yelling and talking about imprints and leech lovers and telling Paul to calm down, Bella taking you by the hand and pulling you away.

She was angry but would not tell you why, simply saying that she regretted bringing you there at all and refusing to explain what she meant.

But that night, as you lay in bed unable to sleep, you obsessed over it. Why had be been so angry? What could you have done to him already? Paul Lahote didn’t know you from Eve and yet he acted as though you had wronged him...as though you were wrong in some horrible, unforgivable way and nobody would tell you why. Hiding your face in your pillow, you tried desperately not to think of it, wondering why you even cared so much to begin with.

And then you heard it.

A clamoring on the roof, some sharp voice quietly swearing as someone grasped at your bedroom window (which, unlike your sister, you kept safely locked at all times).

“Y/N!” came a sharp whisper. “We need to talk.”

Paul. You were going to ignore him, you decided. You were going to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep until he went away and, if he didn’t, you were going to scream for Charlie.

“Please, Y/N...”

Damn it, you were weak.! And now you were creeping out of bed and opening the window to quickly that it surprised him, Paul nearly losing his footing on the roof. A stirring in the next room stole your attention, Bella and Edward clearly aware of your late night visitor. Well, you thought, you’d kept her secret and she could keep yours.

“What do you want?” you snapped. “What’s your problem, Paul? Because if you think for a second that I’m just going to-”

“I want to explain it, all of it.”

“Maybe I don’t want to listen –“

He kissed you.

It was quick and soft, just a kiss stolen from the corner of your lips. But it was enough to make your heart beat wildly, fire burning in your veins as Paul looked at you, a hand cupping your cheek. He wasn’t angry anymore, not truly...just conflicted somehow. His eyes flickered towards your bedroom window, glaring before looking back towards you softly.

“Now...isn’t a good time. But tomorrow,” he whispered. “I’ll come get you tomorrow and I’ll tell you everything.”

And then he was gone and you were laying in bed, finger tip pressed gently to the place he’d kissed you. You didn’t know what was happening but, for someone reason, you didn’t care...as long as Paul was a part of it, you would be too.

You’d follow that man to the ends of the earth if it meant he’d kiss you.

Embry Call was quiet yet there was something about him...something you could not quite explain. You’d noticed him before in your many visits to see Charlie but he was quiet and shy, hiding within his own world and you hadn’t expected anything else of him.

But you had a better time then you thought you would, laughing with Bella’s friends and taking Quil’s good twin, evil twin jokes with a smile.

Emily, you learned, had always loved ballet but had never gotten the chance to take a class. You happily took her hand and taught her beginner moves in the sand, laughing together. You didn’t even hear him coming, too busy laughing as you danced with Emily. But he heard you, your laugh reminding him of music as he turned to look at the stranger he’d never seen before.

Eyes came together in one brief moment, his as dark and lovely as the new moon, and everything else followed in suit.

A smile grew slowly across his face, Jacob and Quil catching his eye and grinning too.

They knew at once, they all knew, watching as Embry came forward in wonder. You stumbled for a second, so stunned by his beauty and the beating of your own heart that you forgot yourself...but he caught you easily, arms around your waist as you’d danced it a thousand times.

Jacob whispered to Bella, a flash of confusion coming across her face as she questioned him quickly.

“What do you mean?”

Barely noticing their bickering, you looked at Embry as he tried to come up with something, anything to say to you...something charming, he thought, something beautiful. But how can you put the most amazing experience into words? How can you tell someone that they are the center of your universe, the reason you breath and blink and be. But the argument grew louder, something about too much danger and not wanting this for you, and suddenly she moved forward, taking your hand and insisting that you needed to go.

But she never asked you.

It was always like that with Bella, she just decided and expected you to follow along...never did she ask you what you wanted, what you felt, what you dreamed of and hoped for.

Never.

And as she pulled you away, you looked back as Embry and smiled, now knowing exactly what you wanted, those dark eyes burning into your own with a fire. Embry...you wanted nothing else but him. And nothing was going to keep you from him, not even your sister. As you lay in bed that night, pretending not to hear the hurried discussion in the room across from your own, your cell phone suddenly buzzed to life.

“Meet me tomorrow? I want to tell you something.”

“It’s Embry, by the way. Jake gave me your number.”

Smiling, you quickly replied which soon turned into the two of you texting well into the night, talking about everything and anything until you fell asleep.

That was the first night you dreamed of him.

You had always loved Jacob Black a little bit, which is why you so rarely saw him anymore. At some point, it had become too painful to bare being with him. Only an idiot could ignore the fact that he was in love with you sister and, not being much of a masochist, you began to hide away from him.

His feelings were known but your own remained quietly hidden, a secret not even your sister would know.

But you could do it, you promised yourself, just for tonight.

Bella had wanted you to come and, being so rarely allowed into her world, you wanted to be there. So you would be. And then you’d never have to see him again, quietly returning to your dancing and dreaming and loving him from afar. The bonfire burned as you laughed with the others, allowing the night to drift away slowly. Sitting alongside your sister, her in your white eyelet sweater and you in her black hoodie (the only stereotypical sister thing you ever did with one another, stealing each other’s clothes), you wondered where Jacob was until you heard his voice breaking through the night.

“Bella!”

Of course he called for her...and perhaps you should have ignored it, pretending like he wasn’t there. But you couldn’t, wanting only to see him, and you looked over your shoulder as he ran across the beach.

Once more you were stunned by his beauty, thinking of Romeo and Prince Siegfried.

But for the first time in forever he didn’t ignore you, looking right at you in shock as though he were seeing you for the first time.

“Jacob?” you said softly.

He was shaking, eyes wide and lip trembling.

The laughter stopped. The whole damn world stopped as something stirred within your soul, begging you to go to him, to comfort him. But before you could move, Sam had taken a hold of you and pulled you back, shouting something you couldn't hear over the roar of your own heart. And then Jacob was gone. A sudden scream ripped through the air, morphing quickly into a heartbroken, low howl, as the boy you loved became something else entirely.

Wolf...he became a wolf.

And then the beast was gone too, running into the darkness.

The silence broke into chaos, everyone clamoring about Jacob and imprinting and you...and Bella. Always Bella. She was furious with you and you didn’t know why, your sister storming away without so much as a word, and in the end you were left alone.

No one noticed as you stood there, everyone scattered to the wind as you tried to make sense of it all.

And no one noticed as you walked home alone in the darkness, finally leaving behind the reservation as you crossed the border between La Push and the long road ahead.

Bella, you’d later learned, had though one of the pack would take you home and they’d thought the same. And the beast in the dark thought you easy prey, red eyes lingering upon you as it crept out of the woods. You smelled sweet, it thought, as sweet as your sister as just as soft...and it’s creator certain wouldn’t mind if it stopped for a quick meal. Suddenly frighted of something, you turned and looked into the darkness.

From the shadow of the trees, the hunter stepped out into the moonlight, smiling at you sweetly.

[evermore-grimoire]

The Evermore Grimoire: Powers

Atmokinesis is the power to sense, channel, shape, create and manipulate the weather. This includes the meteorological patterns of being able to create rain, wind, hail, lightning, snow, sleet, fog and even temperature changes. They can also generate various natural phenomena and control the intensity of the weather in highly concentrated or vastly extended areas. However those that wield this power must be able to control their emotions, otherwise they risk creating cataclysmic weather events.

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