Enemies From The Start But Lovers For Eternity
With Victoria and her newborn army, the Quiluete tribe have seen a small increase in the teens that have been prompted to phase.
One of those being Y/N L/N. If Sam Uley could choose who he wanted to shift, it would not be him.
He was tempermental, even before the shift, now it was multiplied by three, something they didn't have time to deal with. He lashed out, had a disregard for the rules and had a fierce hero complex. He believed with his new abilities, he'd save everyone.
What Sam Uley had to admit though, was his Wolf was absolutely stunning.
His coat was almost pure white, small flecks of light brown covering his body. His paws feathered with black fur and his snout a dark black.
Y/N snorted.
"Fantasizing about me, Uley?"
Sam growled in warning, snapping his jaws at the smaller wolf.
"Don't start, this is serious,"
Y/n rolled his eyes at Paul, pausing when a sickly scent washed over him and poisoned his senses. It was chemical and synthetic, tingling unpleasantly.
Paul pushed him from behind.
"Hurry up, newbie,"
A growl rose in his throat, turning sharply to snap at his packmate's face.
"Stop it!"
Sam made his way between them, locking eyes with Y/N.
"Enough or you go back home,"
With a final roll of his eyes and defiant growl, he turned around and headed towards their destination, shaking his head in desperation to shake of the awful scent.
When they got to a hill, Y/N almost slipped when they went down the steep dip, nipping at one of the others when they snorted.
Before them was the Cullen Coven, The Cold Ones.
On instinct, his hackles rose and he let out a low growl, shaking his head when his head filled with the pack making snide remarks about his control.
"I'm fine!" He insisted, not looking into their eyes, instead focusing on the people infront of them.
He disregarded most of what was being said, out of naivety. The Cold Ones can't be that strong.
"He's not paying attention,"
Y/N looked to his packmates, only to realise he was talking to him.
Y/N scoffed.
"I don't need some old dead guys to teach me how to fight."
The ginger echoed what he thought, gaining a tense look from the long haired vampire. He ignored it though, raising his head defiantly.
"Come over here then," a burly one suggested, pretending to crack his knuckles. "I can show you,"
Y/N put a step towards the boarder, earning an intense growl from Sam.
"It's the only way he'll learn." The blonde one said. "I wont hurt him too much,"
The cockiness infuriated him, so in one large leap he was over to their side, growling at the blonde.
In one fluid motion he attacked, don't give your enemy time to breath.
Yet, Y/N was naive. Young. Inexperienced.
That rule didn't apply to vampires, they don't need recovery time. They don't need time to breath.
Jasper was two steps ahead, blocking and hitting him in all his weak spots.
Then, with a hand on a furry throat, her launched him and the wolf into the ground, a whimper coming from the white wolf.
Jasper turned, explaining where he went wrong before turning back to the shifter, fully prepared to lecture him too, but he froze.
Their eyes connected and for Y/N, the world tilted on its axis. Everything fell away. This person, the one on top of him, was his. He must protect him or he fails. He is important. The only thing that matters.
Meanwhile, the pack were filling his head with shouts and curses.
"Is that possible?"
"What is--"
"No fucking way--"
"Y/N! You--"
"He imprinted," Edward filled in, looking to the Cullens.
"But--" Bella began, looking to Alice. "Alice is--"
Jasper stumbled slightly, running across the field and to Alice, grabbing her close by the waist as if setting claim on himself and her.
Y/N had rolled onto his paws, shaking his head in confusion. He didn't have to look at the vampire again to know the feeling of rejection and emptiness that coursed through him like lightning. Sharp, quick yet so strongly painful.
"Y/N?" Seth's voice trickled into his head, only slightly shaking him out of his shock. "Are you--"
Sam snarled, jumping the invisible line before darting to Y/N and grabbing his by his pelt, dragging his roughly back to their side of the treaty.
"What are they doing?" Bella questioned, shaking at the sight of those powerful jaws digging into furry skin. "They're hurting him--"
"I think we're done here," Sam echoed, turning and dragging the boys frozen form with him.
"Edward!"
"It's not our place, Bella," he muttered gently.
"But--Jasper!" She turned to the southern vampire, who just scowled.
"My place is by Alice," He stated. "Nobody else,"
Bella matched his stare with her own.
"He couldn't help it, it's not his fault so don't blame it on him,"
-
Finally, Y/N came to his senses, shaking off Sam and licking his pelt clean.
"I don't wanna hear it," Y/N grumbled. "It's not like i wanted that to happen,"
"Are you ok?"
Sam's voice shocked him, his wolf turning to look at the Alpha.
"We felt it too, y'know," Paul added, coming to his side.
Y/N snorted.
"What part? The imprinting or the rejection?"
He tried to laugh it off, but everyone just looked at him with eyes of pity, making his hackles rise.
Without another thought, he ran into the forest, away from those looks and away from rejection.
-
The next time Y/N interacted with the Cullens was during the battlefield.
Y/N had trained on his own for the past couple months, maturing when the idea of battle came closer.
He as fighting three angry vampires that each tried to rip out his pelt.
Annoyingly, half his focus was on Jasper. Making sure no vampire snuck up on him and checking for injuries.
This cost him many scratches and attacks from newborns. He already recieved a nasty scratch over the eye, something so deep and bloody in his wolf form that he was afraid of what it would look like when he shifted back.
Just when he was getting overwhelmed, another body joined him, ripping heads off with perfect, dainty hands.
When he turned, he ached with the knowledge that it was his Imprints mate, his girlfriend, his wife, his forever.
This girl was the reason he couldn't get his happy ending.
But who was he to put that against Jasper? The last couple of months he turned twenty, though the pack noted that since the incident a couple months ago, he hasn't changed physically. That thought scared Y/N to the core. The bond with Jasper gave him a more fragile immortality, but it was immortality no less. So, he would unwillingly outlive his pack, his parents, his children, for a guy he doesn't even know.
Suddenly, a vampire was on him, strangling him tightly and he felt his bones crunch for a second.
Yet, Alice came to his rescue, flinging him off.
Y/N looked at her, nodding her thanks yet freezing halfway through.
Their eyes met. His gravity shifted. One person. Two people. Two people who hold his world. The only two that matter.
Jasper stopped his fight, looking to them. The shock, fear, anger, resentment, rolled off them in waves and almost choked Jasper with it.
But he saw a dark blur zooming across the field, right for Alice. The way the blur moved made Jasper queasy. One hit and both of them would be flying over the mountain.
Pulling himself out of it, he charged, heading straight for her.
Y/N smelt it before he heard it.
The chemical, sickenly sweet, synthetic smell coming towards them. Then he looked and saw the blur seconds away from Alice.
Instinct took contol, jumping infront of Alice and growling. The growl shook the stones and made the snow quiver and melt in fear.
Two bodies, completely opposite to eachother, slammed against one another.
Both toppling over the mountain...
-
Sam felt it before the rest of them, the numbness and the break of a special bond. With all the newborns cleared, he let out a howl, something that sounded so broken and fragile and something that was echoed by the others.
Sam ran to the cliff, his pack running behind him.
Jasper and Alice were there, looking over the cliff and talking rapidly.
They shuffled out of the way when Sam made it to the edge, his body leaning over. He couldn't see anything this far.
So he turned and made his way down the slope with his pack.
-
"What happened?" Bella muttered, looking at the Cullens gathering by the cliff edge.
"It was one of the wolves," Carlisle supplied helpfully.
"It was Y/N, he stepped infront of me but was thrown over the cliff. " clutching her hands to her chest, Alice's voice sounded sorrowful. "I felt it Jasper, he did it to me too!"
Jasper held her tighter, not knowing which emotion to feel.
He would be an awful liar to say he hadn't thought of Y/N constantly in the months past.
He did. Almost everyday and night, but he had Alice and Alice was his mate for eternity. To think Y/N had also imprinted on Alice was something remarkable in itself.
Yet, no hopes rose when the wolves didn't ascend the cliffs.
-
The wolves shifted back into their human forms, running forward and crouching over where Y/N was lying in a broken heap.
His limbs were disfigured, splayed and broken in all angles. Blood seeped from his neck and chest and arms. The stench poisoning their sensitive noses.
Sam crouched near him, rough fingers resting on his neck.
"Go get Carlisle!" He ordered. "He's breathing,"
But Carlisle was already there, jumping from the mountain and landing near them, sounding like a crack of thunder.
He quickly set to work, mumbling under his breath.
"His bones are healing in the wrong places. I'll need to break them again." The doctor turned to the wolves. "Take him back. I'll come as quickly as i can,"
Sam nodded, picking him up, giving a thankful glance to Paul when he readily shifted and let him put Y/N on his back.
They scaled back up the mountain, glancing at the Cullens briefly before disappearing into the forest.
-
The third time Y/N saw them, he wasn't self-aware of himself. He was dosed up on drugs to ease the pain and it made him feel slightly light headed.
Instead of seeing solid figures, everyone was slightly blurry and disfigured.
He was aware of someone holding his hand, it was a freezing cold, dainty hand.
"He'll be fine soon," someone assured. "With his accelerated healing, I'd give it three days."
"Poor kid." Another voice sighed. "He may be an absolute prick, but he tries his darn best."
There was a pause, Y/N groaning as the hand around his tightened.
"Stop looking at her like that," a voice chimed.
"Why? It's her fault this happened."
"She was in shock," the same voice retorted. "It's not everyday to get imprinted on,"
"And you'd know all about that wouldn't you?" Snarling rose up into the room.
"Can everyone shut up?" Y/N snapped. "I'm trying to relax," he felt only a phantom of the pain he would feel had he not been drugged up, yet it was still harsh enough to make him want to clench his jaw.
"Sorry," a voice beside him whispered.
"What happened?"
So they retold his story. Him grimancing at every gory detail as if he felt the pain again.
"Can i have a moment alone with Jasper and Alice?" He heard shuffling, blurs leaving the room. Two stayed, the one beside his bed and one in the corner.
"Are you feeling ok, Y/N?"
He was barely able to lift his head do he hummed instead.
"I'm sorry. I should've seen him coming. But--"
"It's fine. I feel like we were both occupied."
Silence.
"So, you remember then?" A masculine voice.
"I have great memory..." he uttered, shifting slightly when an itch crawled up his spine.
They sat in silence, each consumed by their own thoughts, Alice trying to see the future, knowing it was pointless.
"What's going to become of this then?" Y/N felt like shrinking into the sheets. Though he felt like he matured he was still dipping his toe in the embarrassing mindset of a teenager and hated these serious talks, especially when he led them .
"An...imprint," Jasper began. "Can be anything, right?"
Y/N felt dread in his stomach at the thought.
"Friends, siblings, protectors, lovers, anything the imprintee wants, it's my job to make you happy," he said it with such a lack on enthusiasm that even Jasper winced.
"So, that's what we'll be, friends. "
Y/N heard Alice's low whisper of 'Jasper' and almost felt warm to it.
"Of course," he shifted again. "Friends."
He could just make out Jasper nodding gratefully, coming forward to pull Alice away, ignoring her protests and leaving Y/N alone.
Y/N, when he first learned of imprints, was overjoyed. He was a true romantic at heart, yearning for the everlasting, true love an imprint can bring. He imagined him at 30, a beautiful girl next to him with at least one child playing in the garden. Then, as the sun would set they'd all lay on the couch, snuggled together and watch a disney movie. Then, when their child would go to sleep him and his wife would take him into his room, tuck him in and then go to bed themselves, content with the day and happy.
That seemed so far away now. Everything about that vision was wrong. He'd never have that. Even if he tried to date, the Imprint would win every time. That person would not know about his double life, would have to understand they aren't, and never would be, the most important thing in his life.
So, with that in mind, he shifted once more and closed his eyes, trying to will the dream of a perfect family away.
-
Y/N really didn't see his imprints that much. When the feeling of emptiness and hurt would crawl up behind him, Sam would give him permission to cross the border and hang around the Cullens home, never inside, but close enough. Sometimes Alice would come out, offer him some new clothes while petting his fur, then when he'd changed they'd walk around the forest, laughing and bonding over the smallest of things.
It was those times Y/N understood that Imprints are soulmates, matched perfectly to the imprinter. Yet, no matter how his feelings for Alice grew, he always fought with himself to give them the space appropriate to pass as friends, out of respect for Jasper, who he hasn't seen since he was bedridden.
When he recieved an invitation to Bella's wedding, his mum took him straight out to look for a new suit.
He obviously would've accepted anyway. Alice and Jasper were there, Bella too, who he'd admit wasn't as bad as the others claimed her to be.
So, he stood by Billy Black and Seth's side, watching the newlyweds dance with eachother, no space left between their bodies.
Jasper and Alice was across from him, Alice appreciating the suit while Jasper denied any 'checking out' his mate claimed he was doing.
"Why fight it Jasper?" Alice questioned quietly, squeezing his hand. "You feel it too, so why do you keep your distance?"
But Alice knew. Jasper didn't want to stand out. He never did. Having a boyfriend AND a girlfriend and having them dating eachother? That was an attention beacon that the blonde didn't want.
He shook himself out of his thoughts when Alice left his side, going straight for Y/N.
"Care to dance, Y/N?" Alice held out a dainty hand. "Jasper has as much right as you do," she added when his eyes immediately fell to Jasper.
Hesitantly, Y/N took her hand and led her to the dancefloor.
"I'll warn you that I'm not a very good dancer,"
Alice giggled, eyes lighting up.
"You can step on my feet if you want, I'll dance for the both of us," She teased.
Y/N rolled his eyes, a flush presenting itself on his cheeks.
"Very funny," He twirled her, admiring the way her dress danced with her. "This makes you look like a real fairy,"
They locked eyes, both smiling gently.
Everything faded away. The music. The people. It was only them. Their bodies swayed naturally closer, their chests pressed up against one another, their faces inches away from kissing. Alice felt his breath fanning her face like gentle kisses.
"We can't do this," He whispered, yet made no effort to move away. "You can't do this to me. It's cruel."
"What am i doing, Y/N/N?"
"You're waving the thing i want most right under my nose, but when i go to take it, you'll snatch it away," he uttered, eyes casting down to her lips.
"Well..." her hands came up to circle around his neck. "If you want something enough you just got to take it, do you want it that much?"
He didn't answer, instead, he swayed closer and Alice did the same. When their lips brushed it was as if every barrier broke. Their lips came together, their arms wrapping around eachother.
It was not fireworks. It was not explosive. But it was what Y/N needed. What Alice needed. What Jasper refused to allow him to have.
When they broke away, they saw Jasper retreat to the house in quick step, trying not to attract attention.
Y/N's heart ached for him. One dam broke and without that one the other dam was struggling and wouldn't hold up for long.
"Come on!" Alice dragged him in the direction of his house, ignoring her protests.
"Alice! We should give him time," But Alice shook her head and continued, up the stairs, down the corridor, through a door.
Jasper sat on a double bed, looking out of a window and his shoulders tensed.
"Jazz," Alice began, squeezing Y/N's hand. "We're going to be ok,"
Jasper shook his head silently.
"The times have changed. Jasper, this isn't as taboo as our times." He ignored her.
She sighed, looking at Y/N and letting go of his hand.
He almost whined in protests but yelped instead when she shoved him next to Jasper and forcing him to sit next to him, while she took his other side.
The silence dragged on for a couple minutes, Y/N couldn't help but fidget his his fingers. But a hand came inbetween both his own, holding his right hand in a tight grip.
Jasper still wasn't looking at him, but his face was concentrated, looking past the window. Past the trees. Past the sky. Far away.
Y/N smiled lightly, squeezing his hand in return.
It was something fragile but it was enough.
-
Y/N smiled as he came out the forest, arms ready and prepared when a 15 year old Renesmee jumped into his arms.
"Uncle Y/N!" She giggled, kissing him on the cheek.
"Hey Georgous,"
Bella came out to greet them, smiling at the h/c-ette.
"She missed you." Bella brung him in for a quick hug.
"Only two weeks," he assured. "I'm back now."
"Thank god," someone laughed, a small figure running towards him, colliding with him chest and making the shifter let out an 'oof'.
"Missed you too, Alice," He melted into her touch, bringing her as close as he can.
Going onto her tiptoes, She whispered into the shell of his ear.
"Jasper's waiting upstairs."
Y/N grinned, nodding. Even with the years that have passed, Jasper was still sensitive to showing public affection outside, mainly with Y/N. It sometimes brought the wolf down but centuries of homophobia doesn't disapear in one night, so Y/N was willing to wait.
He made his way to their room, opening it gently and smiling when Jasper turned to greet him with a matching smile.
He easily accepted Jasper's hug, melting when he kissed his cheek gently.
"Wow..." he sighed. "You must've really missed me," his arm tightened around his waist teasingly.
"Shut up," the blonde mumbled, pressing another to his forehead.
Y/N was willing to wait, they had forever.
