The good news is that chapters 13 of Imprint and Meandros are both going up on the 14th.
The other news is that I'm changing accounts on Ao3.
A week ago I started getting subscription emails on fics I didn't recognize. After some investigating, I saw some fics in my history, bookmarks and subs that I hadn't - and wouldn't - personally read. Long story short, someone else has had access to my account and has been using it to read and interact with fic on Ao3.
I've changed passwords for my Ao3 account and my email, purged my history, deleted subs, bookmarks and comments, but couldn't do away with any of the kudos. I'm a staunch defender of using tags and the rule of 'don't like, don't read', but I did not personally, nor did I choose, to read/interact with this content, and I don't want it attached to my name.
I found a how-to post on tumblr for transferring fics between two accounts. As I understand it, everyone's subs, reviews and bookmarks on the fics should travel with them to the new account, so nothing about this change should impact readers. Once I've moved everything over, I will be deleting my original account.
This is also your notice that I will be locking all of my fics to registered readers only due to the latest AI scrape. I'll do this while I'm transferring everything over to my new account.
The new chapters will come with an A/N alerting non-tumblr readers about the changes.
I hope y'all are doing well <3. As always, thank you for your patience.
Summary: Haunted by the imprint that binds him to you, Paul struggles in silence . The weight of his secret and the fear of your reaction build as he contemplates confessing. Memories of a life-altering moment and a pack urging honesty propel him into the night as a wolf, leaving his internal dilemma echoing in the moonlit forest.
Writers note: Here is part 2 of 'who we are', you can read part 1 here. It's a shorter transition part, better be readey for part 3 :p
Part 3
The whole ride he didn't speak a word to you. As you closed the car door a sigh escaped his lips. He didn’t realize that he had been holding his breath. Shaking his head, he started his drive home. He was lost in his thoughts. How was he ever going to tell you what he was a part of? What you were part of because of him. He thought back to the moment when everything changed.
The boys had organized a birthday party for Emily almost two years ago. Everything had been arranged: they had cooked, there was enough alcohol for an entire army, and Embry had arranged a music system for a house party. Everything was going according to plan until you walked in. When the two of you locked eyes it was as if the earth stopped turning. Gravity pulled him toward you while a glowing heat filled him, and everyone and everything else in his life became secondary. He stood rooted to the ground, he never wanted this in the first place and now it was you. The two of you didn’t say a thing and his brothers shared meaningful glances. They knew. You walked towards him, feeling the universal pull and a smile formed on your lips. Confusion clouded your head, all you knew was that you wanted to be close to him. All he could do was turn around, he couldn't get out of the house fast enough.
Since that moment he avoided you like the plague. Ignoring the bond made him even more volatile and his anger outbursts spiralled out of control. Sam had reminded him several times that he needed to embrace the bond, that it could ground him but he would have none of it. He couldn't commit to one person for the rest of his life and depend on her to keep him sane. He simply couldn't, he didn't want to. He never truly loved someone and he didn’t love you before the stupid imprint. There had been a chemistry between the two of you, he couldn’t deny that but it wasn’t love. It was sexual tension, you put him in his place and didn’t take his shit.
He had considered his options. He could be selfish, tell you everything and knowing you, you wouldn’t run. You would stay if you knew that staying away from him made him go mad. but he didn't think that was fair. For years you had told him you wanted to start over somewhere new, under the sun. But he knew that it wasn’t fair. For years you had told him you wanted to start over somewhere new, under the sun instead of the shitty weather of Washington. He couldn’t be selfish, not when it came to you. Before he realised it, he had left his car on his driveway and shifted into the silver-furred wolf. He started running as fast as his paws could carry him. The night air rushed past Paul as he ran through the dense forest, the rhythmic pounding of his paws against the ground echoing the turmoil within him. The pack's voices buzzed in his mind, each one urging him to confront the truth, to face the consequences of his actions. ‘Dude, what did you do?’ ‘Where did you go?’ Quill and Embry asked through their mind link. ‘Leave me the fuck alone, I need to think.’ He was angry. ‘No, what you need to do is man up and tell her. She’s your imprint for fuck’s sake. Just tell her, you guys got along before, you even liked her. How things are now is awfully painful to watch.’ It was Jacob, he had enough of Paul chickening out all the time.’ Deep down, he knew they were right. He couldn't keep avoiding it. The bond he shared with you, the imprint that connected him to your very soul, demanded honesty. He needed to come clean, no matter how difficult it might be.
As Paul's wolf form darted between the trees, he couldn't escape the memories of the times when things were different between the two of you. The laughter, the shared dreams of a new beginning under the sun – all of it played vividly in his mind. He realized he couldn't let fear and uncertainty tarnish those precious moments. Finally slowing down, Paul found himself in a familiar clearing deep within the forest. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a silvery glow on the ground. He took a moment to catch his breath, feeling a mix of frustration and determination coursing through his wolf form. ‘I can't keep running away,’ he thought to himself as if trying to convince his own conscience. ‘She deserves to know the truth.’ His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. The rhythmic beat of his paws on the forest floor became a drumming soundtrack to the turmoil within. The decision to stop running felt like a weight on his shoulders, and he couldn't escape the haunting question: Was he ready to expose you to the supernatural world that had forever altered his existence? What if you couldn't accept the truth? What if the revelation drove a permanent wedge between you two? These questions clawed at Paul's thoughts, creating a web of anxiety that threatened to ensnare him. The realization that he couldn't predict your reaction loomed over him, casting a shadow on the determination that had brought him to this point. The cool night air carried the scent of pine and damp earth, but even the familiar scents couldn't drown out the internal debate. His wolfish instincts urged him to protect, to shield you from the complexities of his supernatural existence. The internal debate raged on: Was he being selfish by unburdening his truth upon you? Would it be kinder to spare you the knowledge and allow you to pursue the new beginning you had always dreamed of, free from the entanglements of the supernatural?
A part of him longed for the simplicity of the past, the time when you two had shared laughter and dreams without the weight of secrets. But another part feared the irreversible consequences of laying bare the reality that lurked beneath the surface of their seemingly normal lives. With a deep, primal snarl, Paul pushed forward. The decision had been made, and there was no turning back. The moonlit path stretched out before him, and as the silver-furred wolf sprinted into the night, the echoes of his internal dilemma lingered in the rustle of leaves and the distant howls of the pack, intertwining with the secrets that the forest held.
“Shhh.” Amelia shushed her little sister Evelyn as she tip-toed down the staircase leading to the foyer. Both girls stopped before the last step, hiding behind the wall which separated them from their expected guest—well their parents expected guests.
Amelia and Evelyn were the two daughters of head of the north American coven. Well, their mother was head of the coven, their father was Fae; a simple mythical creature known mainly for their connection with nature and healing magic. It was common for Fae and witches to mingle amongst one another, as witches channeled the powers of nature for their spells and potions; much like the Fae. Procreation between the two species was a special rarity, most Fae never made romantic or sexual connections as there was no real need. You see, Fae is not made through conventional means.
If you’ve ever been out in nature, in a secluded spot where it almost seems untouched by humanity, you feel the sudden sense of calmness rushing over you. The sun seems to illuminate the world around you in a blanket of warmth and bliss, and it feels as if in that moment everything is perfect; that means a Fae was probably just born near you. The Fae believes that mother nature carefully crafts each and every Fae, their bodies created from the earth itself, and then she releases them to live their lives and protect her earth. Other species have different theories on how the Fae came to be, but no one can say with complete certainty.
This seeming species wide asexuality is why it causes everyone a shock when a Fae bares a child physically, and to do so with not only a witch but one of the most powerful witches in existence? The leader of the North American Coven? Now that creates two very interesting girls.
Amelia Boleyn is an 18-year-old halfling, those halves being part witch and Fae. She stands on the shorter side, just under 5’3—however if anyone ever called her anything less than 5’3 she’d make sure to put them in their place. She cropped her hair just above her shoulders with some rusty kitchen scissors during a slightly tipsy night she shared with her sister. Her skin was naturally on the tanner side, resembling her father’s coloring of curly dark hair and tan skin, more so than her mother’s red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. She came into her powers when she was 13 years of age, although she showed much promise with her witchcraft already being a fourth level spell caster. She much preferred dabbling in the simple powers of her father, a stereotypical daddy’s girl. She would much rather go out into the woods, lay in a field, and connect with nature rather than sit at home and stare at old grimoires.
Her sister Evelyn, however, is the opposite. She is 16 and also a halfling, her skin only a shade or two darker than her mothers, she also had her mother’s straight auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. She was also one who could spend hours sitting in her room, reading her ancestors grimoires and attempting to learn to cast new and more advanced spells, already dabbling the same level as her older sisters, but severely struggling with any Fae related magic.
The two girls are very possibly going to become two of the strongest women alive, and here they were huddled together behind a flimsy wooden wall, straining to eavesdrop on their parents’ conversation. Amelia and Evelyn both shared worried looks as they heard multiple heavy footsteps walking into the house. Their father Aeon had told them of the recent killings of magic folk in the area, forbidding them from going out alone even for the most insignificant of tasks. Whoever was responsible for the killings was targeting young adults and teens, and although they have yet to kill a Fae child or witch child, the matter needed to be dealt with.
As far as anyone could tell, going off the bodies of the victims, the killer was a vampire. Incredibly fast, and efficient killers, but not known to go after other supernatural’s. Something was brewing, and Jenny and Aeon Boleyn had made the decision to call in the only supernatural’s who were properly equipped to deal with a vampire, wolf shifters.
Amelia and Evelyn were fascinated when their father explained who was coming, and why they had to keep their distance. The northwestern shifters were notorious for being big, burly brutes with wicked tempers. Tales of the smallest disagreement turning into massive fights involving clashing canines spread like wildfire when they seemingly reappeared a few years back after being presumed extinct. To the girls, however, this made them a group of very fascinating subjects to poke and prod at—youthful stupidity mixed with curiosity.
Amelia leaned closer to the edge of doorway as she heard a somehow quiet, yet booming voice start to speak. “Aeon it’s been too long.” A small pause filled with the sound of scuffing shoes and a door closing, “I only wish this meeting was under better circumstances.” The same voice spoke again, sounding sympathetic.
“It’s so nice to see you, Sam.” Their mother’s sweet voice greeted, “It’s so nice to see all of you. Though, I do see a few new faces. Please everyone come inside and sit down I’m sure your journey has been very tiring.” Multiple deep voices muttered hellos, and then heavy footsteps followed the woman into the small living room.
Most of the men opted to sit on the grown, allowing Sam their pack alpha to sit on the couch with Jen and Aeon. They all trusted Sam when he said the couple could be trusted, perhaps it was the wolf in them that made them skeptical of the unknown but regardless of the reason, no one but Sam wanted to be too close to the two.
The two girls waited on the stairs for a few minutes, trying to strain and hear what was being said, but all they could pick up on was the low mumbling of conversation. “You think we should try to get closer?” Evelyn whispered into her older sister’s ear, her heart thrumming quickly with excitement.
Amelia considered for a moment, weighing if the risk of getting caught was worth satiating her curiosity, in the end the latter won. “Yes, but don’t make any noise. I so do not want to hear the lecture from mom and dad if they catch us snooping.”
Unbeknownst to the pair, the shifters had exceptional hearing and all of them had picked up on the quiet encounter a few yards away. Sam simply ignored the two girls, seeing no real threat in them eavesdropping, Quill, Embry, Seth, Collin, Brady, and Paul all shared sly smirks to one another—not so subtly glancing at the small door way as gentle and slow footstep inched forward.
“You should take a peek—see what they look like! “Evelyn urged faintly, Nudging her sister with her arm. “Why me? So, I’m the one who gets caught?” Amelia shot a pointed glare towards her younger, yet taller sister. “Yes! Now look, Mom said werewolves were usually all ruggedly handsome! Maybe the same applies for shifters.” Evelyn had a wicked smirk on her mouth as she envisioned a group of big burly men fresh for the pickings waiting in her living room—those teenage hormones surging through her body at the prospect.
“That’s gross, Eve.” Amelia sighed, rolling her eyes, “But I’ll do it… not because you said they were hot though.” The two sisters shared a mischievous look together, before Amelia crouched down to knee level and carefully leaned past the doorway, bracing herself on the wall so as not to fall and peering into the living room.
A not so silent profanity left her lips as her eyes met six other pairs of eyes looking directly back at her. In her shock her grip slipped on the door frame, and she tumbled into full view of everyone—including her parents. Evelyn silently died of laughter still hidden behind the wall, before quickly making her escape back up the stairs, abandoning her sister to the wolves.
“Uh—Hi!” Amelia chirper, looking around at the men in her living room, very purposely not making eye contact with her parents. “I just… uhm” Evelyn quickly looked around the floor around her, a somewhat stupid plan popping her head, but hell it was her only idea. She reached forward and grabbed a lost pen from the floor and held it up swinging it in the air. “Was just lookin for this!” As her eyes travelled back up to the unknown men, the pen almost fell from her hands.
Amelia thought it was just due to the surprise of meeting eyes with—in her opinion—the most attractive man in the room. Paul, however, felt as if he was cemented in his place, sitting on an old Abrash rug in a run-down but quaint little cottage, looking into a pair of beautiful dark eyes. A gentle click in his brain, and he knew what this feeling was, this feeling as if he had just taken off a filter from his eyes and he was finally seeing clearly. Her confused face tempting him to come closer, and to never leave. His imprint.
Everyone but Amelia could feel the shift in the air, Jen Boleyn silently screaming in her head as it dawned on her. Her precious eldest daughter being imprinted upon by a shifter? A breed who was made to kill and slaughter their enemies without a moment of remorse, she opened her mouth to speak but no words would leave her lips.
Amelia looked around at all the shocked and speechless faces, assuming this was caused solely by her interruption, her face reddened, and she quickly stood up, ignoring the slight ache in her hips where she landed. “I’m just going to go, it was nice—uh—meeting all of you!” She smiled before quickly making her exit and running up the stairs.
Amelia threw herself into her room and hopped up onto her bed. She knew she was in for it but she silently prayed to mother nature that her parents wouldn’t be too pissed about the interruption—a pointless prayer and she knew it. Remaining under her covers she shimmied off her jeans and bra and turned over towards her window. Listening to the now significantly louder voices downstairs speak and watching the pale blue clouds pass by the full moon outside. She laid there for what felt like hours, but in reality, was only thirty minutes, waiting for her parents’ lecture to come—but it never did. Instead, she was slowly lulled into one of the deepest slumbers she had in a very long time, strangely plagued by the sight of those deep brown eyes of one of the very handsome but strange young man.
You'd get home from grocery shopping. Gaming. Back from a run? Gaming. Going to bed and looking for a snuggle? Gaming.
Payback was a bitch, you smirked as you walked out of your bedroom in nothing but his big comfy hoody and some undies, warm from a bath and cozy as hell.
You peeked at Vince, who looked over his monitor at you, eyes widening briefly, before he gave you a wink and a grin and muted his stream.
"Going to bed?"
You hummed in response. "Was thinking about it but I'm too horny to fall asleep."
His smirk grew. "Oh yeah? You waiting on me?"
"Maybe. Or might just climb in your lap as you livestream and ride your cock for them to see," you grinned back.
Vince unmuted his stream. "Gonna head to bed, guys, I'm wiped."
With that, he started closing down all his tabs, shutting off the monitor and looked back at you as you pranced towards him.
"If you still want people to see maybe I should strip you down and fuck you against the windows, hmm babygirl?"
Hope you like it? @machine-gun-colson ty for the idea haha
(Got my hands on a tablet and tried out digital painting (?), and learned two things:
1) I don't know what I'm doing, ever.
2) I don't understand horse anatomy.)
She's tackless because I really got lost in this one, and I'm wiped, but I do have sketches of how her tack and armor would appear in Imprint. She was also almost dappled black and green, like a...is it a black bay? A ghost version of that, but I couldn't figure out how to translate the color or coat, so I went with a very dark but still spooky purple/black.
Mane and tail are kind of goopy because they're a repesentation of fire and ectoplasm, like a burning lava lamp. I also HC her as a Percheron, so she's tall and heavy and has a very proud bearing.
