#quileute

[athenasdragon]

I was just checking in on the status of the Quileute tribe's Move to Higher Ground (MTHG) project!

Phase 1, the construction of a new school outside of the tsunami zone, has been completed.

"Our priority was the relocation of the Quileute Tribal School (QTS). Formerly located on a deserted US Coast Guard site, QTS was a few feet above sea level at the Quillayute River estuary, within the Pacific Ocean tsunami inundation zone. On August 5, 2022, the Quileute Tribe celebrated the completion of its newly constructed school on the designated MTHG relocation zone, beyond the threat from tsunamis. The new facility includes a full-size gymnasium with high school regulation sized basketball and volleyball courts, computer and technical skills labs, science laboratories with lockable chemical preparation rooms, a fully equipped woodshop, state of the art technology to enhance student learning, and an upper school lounge where the older students can gather to collaborate, study, or relax during free time. With Phase 1 completed, the Tribe is now working to establish the next phase of the project."

Following Phase 1, the project leads completed a survey to identify priorities for continued housing development needs and is in a planning phase for the next stage of the project.

If you'd like to join me in contributing to help with the next steps of the project (or just learn more), you can do so at https://mthg.org/

[spencersmopbucket]

Fatal Attraction (1) | Paul Lahote

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Reader Summary: When you, Edward Cullen's scorned ex lover, return to Forks to answer a desperate cry for help, you don't expect fate to be easy on you. However, you certainly didn't expect to find your mate or to find that your mate is a 6'5 hunk of mortal enemy.

Part 2

For someone in your situation, you really should've been far more unpleasant than you were.

You were 104 years old. You were born in (hometown), which was very, very far from where you were now. And at this point in your life, you wandered around aimlessly, sight seeing beautiful things (many of which you'd already seen), hunting to quench a thirst you wished would just die out, and hurting.

You were hurt. You were angry. The only reason you hadn't taken to the Volturi to end yourself was because they'd want your abilities and would force you into the Guard.

You had a lover up until around two years ago.

Edward and his coven were incredible. They were the type of family you so badly wanted to be a part of. They perfectly understood each other -- protecting, cherishing, and loving each and every person in the family. You were part of it for decades, the one person to fully understand the most complex of the group.

When you'd met Edward, you were a nomad. Your bleached skin sparkled in the sunlight of the mountain top, basking in it, enjoying the warmth as it heated up the porcelain surface. But someone was near. The scent was pungent in the middle of the forest.

Linen. Old books. A faint touch of cedar. Your nostrils flared, your red eyes darting around to find the source.

He revealed himself when he was ready to.

A beautiful man with golden eyes. Bronze hair. A curious yet tense look on his face.

For a long, breathless moment, neither of you moved. The forest was silent around you, save for the occasional whisper of the wind.

"You shouldn't be here," Edward said finally, his voice low, cautious but not unkind.

You tilted your head, studying him with equal curiosity. "Is this claimed territory?"

The man analyzed your red eyes, clearly finding that your carnivorous habits differed from his own (based on his bloodless, golden eyes.)

The man analyzed your red eyes, clearly finding that your carnivorous habits differed from his own (based on his bloodless, golden eyes).

"Not claimed," he said carefully, "but protected."

You let the words sink in, weighing his meaning. Protected. By him? By others like him?

"And you're the protector?" you asked, your voice light but edged with curiosity.

A faint smile ghosted across his face, almost reluctant. "One of them."

You hopped up onto a tree, sitting on the limb. Your booted feet swung as you studied him. You were silent for a few moments, just taking him in. Trying to make sense of him.

"If you're protecting a little town in Washington, your diet must be a bit unorthodox." You finally commented, picking at a piece of bark on the tree. "However, I already knew that. Your eyes." You noted.

Edward chuckled under his breath — a low, almost musical sound. "You're observant."

You shrugged lazily. "I have to be. Survival depends on it."

For the first time, a genuine smile broke through on his face. It was faint, but it softened him, made him look less like the wary protector and more like someone... lonely. Someone who might understand you in ways you had long ago given up hoping for.

Humming, you hopped down from the tree, slowly and curiously approaching the man. He simply looked down at you, his height greater than yours.

Extending a hand, your lips stretched over glinting teeth.

"Well, protector, I'm Name. And you are?"

For a second, he just stared at your hand — as if he wasn't used to such easy gestures, as if he didn't trust it. Then, almost hesitantly, he reached out and clasped your hand in his. His skin was like marble: cool, impossibly smooth, yet not unpleasant. Same as yours.

"Edward," he said, his voice soft but sure.

A jolt of something electric and sharp traveled up your arm at the contact — a feeling you hadn't felt in decades, maybe since you were human. Judging by the slight darkening of Edward’s eyes, he had felt it too.

You didn't pull away. Neither did he.

"Edward," you repeated, tasting the name. Your smirk deepened. "Fitting for a knight in shining armor, don't you think?"

That earned you another one of those almost-smiles — shy, fleeting, precious.

"I'm hardly a knight," he said under his breath, almost like he didn't mean for you to hear it.

You cocked your head, still not letting go of his hand. "No? And here I thought you were protecting the poor defenseless humans of Forks."

Softly letting his hand go, you stepped away.

"Alright," you cleared your throat unnecessarily. "I hardly like to intrude on other people's territory. I'll be on my way, Edward."

For a moment, he looked conflicted — as if some part of him warred against letting you leave. His golden eyes flickered, studying you with an intensity that made the cool air between you feel somehow heavier.

"You don't have to," he said suddenly, the words slipping out quicker than he seemed to intend.

You paused, brows lifting slightly in surprise.

Edward shifted his weight, almost awkwardly, a hand raking through his bronze hair. "I mean... you're not a threat. Not to us. Carlisle would want me to at least offer you... a place to rest. To be safe. If you need it."

You blinked at him, trying to read between the lines. Caution. Kindness. Curiosity. Loneliness. It was all there, laid bare even in his tightly controlled voice.

"You don't even know me," you said, your tone gentler now.

He smiled — truly smiled this time, though it was still small. "Not yet."

Your heart — what was left of it — twisted painfully in your chest. For the first time in a very long time, you felt something other than loneliness clawing at your ribs.

Hope.

And damn it, it scared you.

You forced a smirk back onto your face to mask the storm inside you. "Alright then, protector," you said, your voice light and teasing as you turned slightly, giving him a look over your shoulder. "Lead the way."

Edward hesitated for just a heartbeat — then he followed.

You and Edward were passionate. Happy. It was almost enough to ignore the fact that the love between the two of you wasn't a mating bond, and you both still had someone out there that wasn't each other.

You became a part of the family. You moved in to the house, got enrolled in school, curved your diet. For years, you had a life with the Cullen coven. You had a life with Edward.

Until the arrival of a new student. Until the arrival of her. The human pet.

The difference in his behavior was immediately evident. After the first day, he literally fled from Forks, declining your offer to join him. The first red flag.

After that, you slowly grew apart, until he finally broke your heart.

You had seen it coming. You weren’t blind. But still — nothing could’ve prepared you for the way it shattered you.

Edward didn't say much when he ended things. He barely looked you in the eye. And when he did, you saw it — the guilt, the confusion, the pull toward someone that wasn't you. It wasn't rage you felt when he left you standing there in the woods, empty and alone. It was something quieter. Colder. A grief so deep it hollowed you out from the inside.

You didn’t beg. You didn’t cry. You simply stood there, the mist curling around your ankles, and let it happen.

Let him go.

Because if you were anything, you were proud. And no matter how much you loved him, you would not fight for a heart that was already lost to someone else.

You packed your things the next night, not saying a word to the others — not even Alice, who had tried so desperately to reach you through the swirling storm inside you.

And you left Forks.

You wandered again, like you had before. Only this time, the world was duller. Colder. Not even the most beautiful sunsets or bustling cities could stitch together the broken pieces inside of you.

Two years passed.

Two years of wandering, of surviving, of refusing to fall completely apart. Until one day, a call came. A desperate plea from Carlisle.

A threat bigger than any before. An urgent need for help.

And despite everything — despite the way your chest still ached at the thought of that house, that family, that boy with the bronze hair and golden eyes — you answered.

Why was your help so important to the Cullens?

You were powerful. You had an ability, as Alice, Edward, and Jasper did.

The Volturi called it the "empathic flame." It was incredibly rare — in fact, the Kings were certain that you were the only vampire alive today that had it. That's what made you so valuable to anybody, let alone the Cullens.

You had the rare ability to manipulate and amplify another's emotions to the point where they physically manifested as flames. If focused enough, they could scorch an enemy, burning through skin and eventually destroying them. The fire wasn't just a byproduct of their anger, their hatred, or their fear — it was a direct result of your control. A unique and terrifying weapon.

At first, the power had been uncontrollable, like a spark that you couldn't quite quench. When you'd first discovered it, you'd learned the hard way: emotions weren't just fleeting feelings — they were forces you could bend, twist, and manipulate, sometimes with deadly consequences.

But it took years to learn to temper it, to refine it. Now, you could do things with it that most vampires couldn't fathom. You could turn a vampire's ferocity against them, suffocating their reckless aggression in a blanket of overwhelming fear. Or, you could use it on your own side — amplifying the calm in a battle-hardened vampire, focusing their clarity to make them nearly unstoppable.

The Cullen family had come to rely on you in ways they never expected.

You were the shield and the sword — a counterbalance to their strengths. Alice’s foresight, Edward’s reading of minds, and Jasper’s emotional control were a force to be reckoned with, but you were the wild card. A weapon that could end the battle before it even started.

Even when the Volturi had gotten wind of your ability — and they had, long before you ever left Italy — they understood just how rare you were. And just how dangerous.

That was why you had to be careful. Careful about when you used it, careful about how you used it, and careful about who you trusted. The Volturi would take your ability in an instant if they thought they could harness it for their own purposes. You knew that. You’d seen what they did to others who were "too valuable" to let go.

Stepping back into Forks felt like going against every shred of pride you had. If you weren't so empathetic, you wouldn't have. You hated it there. You hated the reminder of what had happened, how lonely you were. You hated the scent of human blood, which you'd been struggling not to turn back to.

You preferred somewhere rural. Somewhere that no one else would find you.

Of course, Carlisle had searched for you. He wouldn’t give up. He never had, and you should’ve known he wouldn’t now. The Cullens always had their way of worming their way back into your life, even when you wanted to stay gone.

But what made it worse? What made it more unbearable? The fact that you couldn’t kill Carlisle’s son. You hated him — or at least, you used to — but there was a reason why your heart still clenched when you thought about him. And that, that was the weakness you couldn’t rid yourself of.

Turning the corner onto the familiar road that led toward the house that had once been home, your thoughts drifted, unwillingly, to Edward. You could still hear the sound of his voice in your mind — the way he said your name so softly, how his lips always brushed against yours, almost too gently, as if you were something breakable.

And that... that was why you had left. Because you couldn’t stay in the same room as him. Not when everything about him made you ache with longing and resentment.

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders. The Cullens needed your help now. An enemy was rising, and even with your power, you weren't sure what the outcome would be. But there was no backing out. Not now.

You made it to the door and raised your arm to knock. Before you could even manage, the door opened. Arms were thrown around your frame, pulling you into a crushing hug.

You immediately recognized the scent. Alice. You smiled, rolling your eyes.

"Hello to you too, Al."

Alice squeezed you tighter, her voice a melodic giggle as she pulled away just enough to look you over. "I knew you’d come back eventually," she said with that same knowing smile she always wore. "Though I didn't think it would take this long."

You rolled your eyes again, though there was a soft warmth behind it. Alice had always been the persistent one, and despite your best efforts, you had never been able to completely escape her.

"I didn't have much of a choice, did I?" you teased, your voice more playful than you'd intended. The tight knot in your chest from being back here — back in their world — loosened just slightly. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all going to be more complicated than you wanted.

Alice's grin widened, her eyes flicking to the side briefly. "Nope. But I’m so glad you’re here," she said as she stepped back, pulling you further inside.

As you crossed the threshold, the familiar smell of the Cullen house hit you — a mix of human and vampire, a blend that once felt like home. It was both comforting and suffocating.

"How’s everyone else?" you asked, trying to push down the inevitable tension that lurked beneath your calm demeanor. You couldn't ignore the pull to search for Edward, to see if he was here, to see if he’d even acknowledge your presence.

“Carlisle and Esme are in the kitchen, working out the details of the newborn army," Alice said, a flicker of concern crossing her face before it was quickly replaced with a smile. "And Edward... well, he’s been trying to act casual, but I think we both know that’s not happening.”

You fought the instinctive wince.

"Great," you muttered, your hand resting against the doorframe as your mind raced. "So, the world’s about to end and they need me, huh?"

"More or less," Alice said with a small chuckle, her eyes shining with excitement despite the gravity of the situation. "But we could really use your help. I know you’re hesitant, but..." She looked at you, really looked at you, and for the first time in a long while, her gaze softened with understanding. "We need you, you. Not just your power."

You swallowed hard, your heart clenching. "I’m not sure I can give that to you," you whispered, the words feeling like they were torn from your chest. “I’m not the person I used to be.”

Alice’s expression softened, her voice quiet. “I know. But that doesn’t mean you can’t help us. We’re all just trying to do what’s right. And... I think you’re still part of this family, whether you want to admit it or not.”

You looked at her, really looked at her, and in that moment, something deep inside you cracked. Maybe she was right. Maybe you were still a part of this strange, mismatched family, even after everything. Even with the wounds you hadn’t allowed to heal.

"Fine," you said with a sigh, the words heavy on your tongue. "I’ll help. But I can’t promise anything."

Alice beamed, her enthusiasm almost infectious. “That’s all we can ask for!” She gestured for you to follow her. "Come on, Carlisle’s been dying to see you. And... I think someone else might want to talk to you too."

Your stomach flipped. You knew exactly who she meant.

You were dragged through the house and into the kitchen, where everyone now stood.

You had to admit, the tension in your chest was loosening, if only just a little. But you were about to face them all—Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Edward.

Carlisle was the first to spot you, his face breaking into that calm, warm smile you remembered so well. "Welcome back," he said softly, his voice kind but serious. You could see the concern in his eyes, a gentle reminder of why you were here.

You nodded, trying to keep your composure. “Thanks,” you said, meeting his gaze with a quiet understanding. You both knew why you were here, and that made things just a little more difficult.

Esme came next, her arms open wide. You didn’t hesitate this time, accepting the embrace. Her scent was familiar, like the comfort of a mother’s love that you hadn’t realized you’d been missing. "It’s so good to see you," Esme said, her voice filled with warmth. "You’ve been gone too long."

You pulled away, giving her a faint smile. "I wasn’t planning on being gone this long, but..." You trailed off, not wanting to get into the reasons why you'd stayed away. Not now. Not yet.

Rosalie, standing next to Emmett, was next to approach. Her golden eyes softened slightly when she met your gaze. “You look exactly the same,” she said, her voice steady, but there was an unmistakable warmth there. You'd always had a special connection with Rosalie. She was one of the few who understood the weight of your past, the loneliness of it all.

Before you could respond, Rosalie pulled you into a hug, her arms strong but somehow comforting. "It’s been way too long, you know?" she added, her voice muffled against your shoulder. "Alice has been driving us all insane talking about you coming back."

You chuckled softly, pulling away as Rosalie smirked at you. “Typical Alice,” you said, glancing over at the pixie who was already looking smug.

Alice bounced on her toes. “I told you, she’d come back,” she said, her grin wide and mischievous.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “Yeah, yeah,” you muttered. "I’m here."

Emmett stepped forward then, clapping you on the back with enough force to make you stumble slightly. You hadn’t forgotten his playful nature. "Finally! I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist our charm." He grinned at you, that familiar twinkle in his eyes. “It’s good to see you again, seriously. We’ve missed you.”

You chuckled, steadying yourself. “I’m sure you have, Emmett. It’s hard to miss this much muscle, after all. You missed me giving you a run for your money?” You said, flexing your arm.

Emmett gave a mock offended look, but it was clear from his laugh that he didn’t mind. “You’ve got jokes, huh? I’ll remember that.”

Jasper stepped forward next, his expression calm but his eyes full of understanding. You knew better than to expect a grand display of affection from him—he was always more reserved, especially with emotions like these. Still, his presence alone felt grounding, a reminder that some things hadn't changed.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly, his voice carrying an unspoken message of support. He didn't have to say more. His presence spoke volumes.

You smiled back at him. You and Jasper had always had an understanding. Both empaths, but one could use it a bit.. differently than the other.

Finally, you caught his scent before you saw him. He came down the stairs, his golden eyes immediately zeroing in on you. You looked back at him, a frown slowly forming on your face involuntarily.

Edward.

He spoke first.

"Hello, Name." He said, testing the words. He hadn't said them in years.

"Edward." You responded, your words clipped.

Then, another scent. Strong. It made venom fill your mouth, your fangs growing, touching the inside of your cheeks. You stiffened, cutting off your air flow.

That must have been Bella. Just as you suspected, she meekly stumbled down the stairs behind Edward, coming to his side. You'd never met the girl that ended your 11 year relationship, but you couldn't say you ever wished to.

Now, you had no choice.

Edward noticed immediately, his eyes flicking to you with a sharp intensity, and then back to Bella. The connection between you two was always like this —i ntuitive. But there was no time to address it now, not when Bella stood there, her presence suddenly undeniable.

Bella shuffled closer to Edward, her eyes flicking nervously between you and the others. You could see the slight tension in her posture, the uncertainty radiating off her. She had to know that you weren’t just anyone. You were him, Edward's past, and that was not something easily forgotten.

"Um... Hi," Bella’s voice was soft, hesitant. She wasn’t as bold as you'd expected, and it only made the whole situation worse. She looked at you with wide, uncertain eyes, clearly aware of the sharp tension in the room.

You cleared your throat, stepping away slightly.

"You smell very strong." You said, your voice heavy with thirst.

Bella flinched, her eyes widening at your words. The tension between you both thickened, and you could feel the weight of the room shift. Edward’s jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing on you, but you didn’t care. The thirst was there, pulsing in your veins, clawing at the back of your throat.

Bella, clearly uncomfortable, took a small step back, her eyes darting nervously toward Edward. She didn’t fully understand, not yet. But she could feel the weight of the unspoken words between you and Edward, the history, the pain. And now, the thirst.

"Sorry," Bella mumbled, her voice quiet and unsure. "I didn’t mean to—"

"No," you cut her off, your voice low, the irritation in your words unmistakable. "It’s not your fault. It’s.. Natural." You took another slow breath, the scent of her blood tantalizing, but you forced yourself to look away. The control was there, barely. But you wouldn’t lose it. Not here. Not now.

"You're.. Name." She addressed. "I'm Bella."

You managed a small smile. The little human.. She had a clear bravery. To address you meant that she must have known the story. Your story. Edward wasn't one to lie, but he was one to brood and feel guilty. You had no doubt that he told her, though no one in the room would address it.

You couldn't believe she introduced herself first. She must have known that you wanted to rip her head off. And Edward's. In one swoop.

"I am. It's nice to meet you, Bella." You said politely, nodding your head towards her.

Bella smiled nervously, though there was a hint of something else behind her eyes. She wasn’t naive. She knew exactly what you were, and what your presence meant. But she wasn’t backing down, either. She wasn’t running from the reality of this world, even if it scared her.

"Uh, it's... nice to meet you too," she said, her voice trembling slightly, but there was a steady determination in her gaze. It was clear she wasn’t backing down either. And that, if anything, was a small relief.

Edward shifted uncomfortably beside her, his eyes flickering between you and Bella. His silence was loud. You could feel it—his guilt, his helplessness. It was suffocating. And it made you want to scream. But you didn’t. Not yet.

You looked at him for just a moment, eyes narrowing. "So," you said, breaking the silence, "newborn vampires? Do you know who organizes them? What they're here for?" Your voice held an edge to it, but it wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. You could feel the tension in the room already, thick and sharp like a storm just waiting to crack open.

Edward’s jaw tightened, and he shifted on his feet, as if uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was heading. Bella, still standing slightly behind him, looked from you to Edward, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern.

"They're organized by someone we’ve... encountered before," Edward replied slowly, his voice measured. "Victoria. She’s been working behind the scenes, creating an army of newborns to take us down."

You felt your teeth clench at the mention of her name. Victoria. The fiery-haired vampire who had been nothing but trouble from the start. You'd never encountered her, but you knew about her through letters exchanged between you and Rosalie.

"And what’s her game?" you asked, forcing your voice to remain steady. "What does she want with you all?"

Edward’s eyes flickered briefly to Bella, before looking back at you. "She wants revenge. For her mate, who I killed. And she’s using the newborns as pawns."

A flash of annoyance flickered through you at the mention of James. That whole situation had left scars on the entire family.

"You’re not worried about Victoria," you said, your gaze never leaving Edward. "It’s the newborns that concern you."

The thought of an army of them—powerful, uncontrollable, and bloodthirsty—sent a dangerous ripple of anticipation through you. It wasn’t just the Cullens who had to face them. No, you knew your abilities were vital in keeping everyone safe. If things got too out of control, you would have to step in.

Edward’s eyes darkened, a flicker of his old protective nature flashing through them. "We have a plan. Carlisle and the others have been training the werewolves to help us, but we may need your power."

Werewolves.

Your jaw dropped.

"You're working with dogs?" You hissed.

Edward’s expression shifted, a mix of amusement and defensiveness crossing his features. "They’re not just dogs," he said, a slight edge to his voice. "They’re allies. We’ve been working together for a long time now."

You couldn’t hide the disbelief on your face. "Allies?" you repeated, your voice tinged with sarcasm. "You expect me to work alongside them?"

There was no mistaking the tension in the air. The idea of working with werewolves — creatures you had never particularly seen eye to eye with — was almost laughable. The last thing you wanted to do was ally yourself with something that was, essentially, a natural enemy.

It was even worse than you were suddenly hit with the smell.

"Play nice, leech. We will in return."

You spun around at the sound of the voice, your fangs barely hidden, eyes narrowing immediately at the sight of the newcomer. A tall, russet-skinned man, his posture brimming with arrogance. His scent hit you instantly — wet fur, earth, and something raw, primal. It was unmistakable.

Jacob Black. You knew him too. You'd known him since he was just a child, clinging to the police chief's pant leg and pushing his father's wheelchair around.

You didn’t hide the distaste on your face. "So this is one of them," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "A werewolf."

Jacob’s lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes locking onto yours with a fire that felt almost challenging. "I’m not just a werewolf, sweetheart. I’m the one who’ll keep your precious Cullen family safe while you try not to bite someone’s head off."

You didn’t flinch. Instead, you stood taller, narrowing your eyes at him. "Don’t get too cocky," you shot back, the venom in your words as sharp as ever. "Just because you’re a ‘protector’ now doesn’t mean I won’t burn you to a crisp if you get in my way."

The air crackled between you two. The tension was palpable. You could practically hear Edward’s teeth grinding, his usual calm composure strained. But you didn’t care. You weren’t here to play nice.

Jacob took a step closer, not backing down in the slightest. "I’m not afraid of you, bloodsucker," he growled. "I’ve got bigger things to worry about than your little flame trick."

Your lips curled into a grin, your eyes glowing with a flicker of dangerous amusement. "You should be," you said softly, the words carrying a weight that made his eyes flicker. "Because one wrong move, and I’ll show you exactly how much heat my flames can carry. And trust me, you don’t want to test that."

Jacob didn’t flinch, though you could see the tension building in his shoulders. He seemed to consider your words for a moment, then chuckled, a low, mocking sound. "You're a real piece of work, aren’t you?" He took another step forward, his eyes never leaving yours. "I get it. You don’t like us. We’re not your kind. But the enemy isn’t here to pick sides. We’re all in this together now. Whether you like it or not."

You held his gaze, unblinking, but something in his words —his confidence— shifted something in you. Maybe it was the way he wasn’t backing down. Maybe it was the fact that you were both in the same damn situation. Either way, it was frustrating.

"I’ll tolerate you," you said, your voice low and dangerous, "because I have to. But don’t get comfortable, dog."

Jacob’s smirk didn’t fade. "Likewise, leech."

-

The next day, it was time to train. Though you could feel the nerves on the rest of the Cullen family, you were eerily calm. You knew you could handle this. After all, you'd singe anyone that had an issue.

The vampires arrived in the clearing first, the rain falling in misty waves. Your jacket was soaked. You all waited in silence for the rest of the Pack to arrive.

It made you want to puke, if that were possible anymore. Werewolves. You were expected to work with fucking werewolves. It was obvious that whatever class Edward once had was gone, if this were his idea. Your golden eyes glared at the rustling woodline, the scent of wet dog filling your nostrils once again. At least you were outside this time and not confined in a kitchen.

You crossed your arms, the dampness of your jacket doing nothing to quell the fire inside you. It wasn’t just the scent of the werewolves that had you on edge — it was the fact that you were about to be forced into working with them, cooperating with creatures that were the very opposite of you. A natural predator.

The rain continued to fall, a soft, persistent drizzle that only added to your growing frustration. Your thoughts turned dark, your gaze unwavering as you waited for the Pack to show up. It was almost too easy to imagine the worst-case scenario. Werewolves had a certain...wildness about them that made it impossible to predict their next move. And you? You were nothing if not calculated. Every move, every decision, was meant to ensure you came out on top.

Edward was standing slightly behind you, his expression unreadable as he too scanned the woods, likely picking up on your agitation. The tension between you both was palpable. Despite your control, your anger simmered beneath the surface. He had been a fool to think that working with them would be easy for you.

Finally, the rustling in the trees grew louder, signaling their arrival. You stiffened instinctively, but forced yourself to take a deep breath, calming your volatile thoughts before the rest of the Pack stepped into the clearing.

You didn’t look back. You didn’t need to. The Pack was here.

Jacob was the first to emerge from the trees, his large frame cutting through the mist. His eyes locked onto yours immediately, and there was that familiar, ever-present cockiness in his grin. Then, the rest.

Only some felt comfortable enough to come out of their natural wolf form.

This one was smaller than Jacob, but still imposing in his own right. His dark hair was messy and tousled, the light rain soaking through his shirt. He had an easy, almost laid-back aura, one that contrasted sharply with the energy around him.

You studied him, noting the slight, unintentional bounce in his step, as if he was a bit more at ease than everyone else in the clearing.

He caught your eye, giving you a small but friendly wave, though you didn’t return the gesture. You could tell he wasn’t as confrontational as Jacob or the others. He seemed almost... curious, his expression open but not entirely without caution.

"I'm Embry."

You stared at him for a moment, trying to piece together what exactly you were dealing with. Another werewolf? You could feel the heat radiating off him, the telltale scent of wet dog mingling with the unmistakable tinge of wolf.

"You're a kid. Don't you think you're too young to be fighting in a war?" you said, keeping your tone cool and neutral. You didn’t bother to fake any interest — but curiosity flickered in your chest. Who was this one?

Embry didn't seem to take offense to your words. In fact, he chuckled softly, the sound warm and easy, though there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. He didn’t look like the type to back down, not even from your cold tone.

"I’m not a kid," he said, his voice calm but with an edge of determination. "I’m older than I look."

You raised an eyebrow, still not fully convinced. His youthful appearance, that carefree attitude, didn’t fit the usual profile of someone ready to fight in a battle like this.

"I can handle myself," Embry continued, his gaze steady on you. "And besides, war doesn’t really ask if you're ready, does it?"

You frowned at that, the reality of the situation settling in. War didn’t care. But that didn’t mean you had to like the idea of a werewolf —especially a younger one — joining the fray. The tension between the Cullens and the wolves had always been a delicate one, and the thought of working alongside one of them made your stomach churn.

"Fair enough." You said shortly, turning back to the Cullens.

Or that was until you felt another presence.

The moment the rustling from the trees caught your attention, you knew someone else was approaching. Embry turned slightly, a playful smirk crossing his face as he watched the new arrival, and then, without missing a beat, the two were engaged in a rough, friendly scuffle—tussling with the kind of ease only two werewolves could manage.

You watched them for a second, your golden eyes flicking between them with growing annoyance. They were too casual for a situation like this. Too... careless. You hated the way they didn’t acknowledge the danger that loomed.

The tall, broad-shouldered figure had that unmistakable arrogance in his stride, the sort of cocky swagger that made it clear he thought very highly of himself.

But before you could even fully register his presence, the most bizarre thing happened. He locked eyes with you.

The air shifted. His movements faltered, and for the first time since he'd arrived, his attention was fully focused on you. The playful fight with Embry stopped. The playful energy, the jokes—all of it faded as Paul’s gaze hardened, his eyes flashing an intense, golden brown. You felt the air around you thicken, and a strange energy pulsed between you two.

"Paul?" Embry asked in confusion.

You didn’t know what was happening at first, but you felt it in the pit of your stomach—a magnetic pull, like gravity itself had shifted. Your breath caught in your throat, and before you could even process what was happening, Paul’s entire demeanor changed. His lips parted slightly, his fists clenching.

And then it hit you. He was imprinted on you.

You froze.

The shock on his face was instant. His expression darkened with anger, confusion, and disbelief all at once. His body stiffened, as though he were fighting some invisible force that had latched onto him. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, and his eyes flicked over your face, searching for something — anything — that would explain this absurdity.

"No," he growled under his breath, his voice barely audible but thick with the kind of rage you’d only seen in werewolves. "No fucking way."

He stumbled back as if he’d been hit, shaking his head violently, his muscles tensing as though the very idea of imprinting on a vampire — on you — was something he couldn’t bear.

Before anyone could say a word, Paul’s body spasmed with pain. The shift was sudden, violent. His body rippled and contorted, muscles bulging, bones snapping as he phased into his wolf form right before your eyes. He howled in frustration, a guttural, enraged sound that echoed through the clearing and into the trees, sending shivers down your spine.

The others reacted immediately — Jasper tensing, Edward’s gaze following Paul’s every movement — but no one dared to move. It was as if the entire forest had held its breath, waiting for Paul to do what he was so clearly struggling to do.

Paul didn’t look at anyone else as he ran, his massive wolf form bounding through the trees with a final, ferocious howl, the sound of his angry cries fading with every passing second.

Embry’s wide eyes met yours, his mouth slightly agape, but the words didn’t come. No one knew what to say. It wasn’t just shocking — it was unprecedented.

"He… He imprinted on her?" Embry’s voice finally broke the silence, his tone incredulous, still processing the absurdity of it all.

But the rest of the pack was still too stunned to speak. The Cullens stood in eerie silence, only their eyes darting between you, Paul’s retreating form, and each other.

The tension in the air was thick — raw. And you couldn’t help but feel it too. You weren’t sure whether to be irritated, confused, or... relieved. Relieved that you were finally set free from Edward.

Whatever it was, you didn’t know how to handle the fact that Paul Lahote — a wolf — had imprinted on you. A vampire.

[wolfpackenthusiast]

hii cutie,, can i request a seth x jacob's little sister! reader. like jacob brought her to a bonfire because the imprints found about her because embry and quil were arguing over who she liked more. when she DOES come to the bonfire seth imprints on her and he's like really shy and embarrassed about it and embry and quil tease him about imprinting on 'baby black'. i feel he would be really cute and respectful about it.

Young Love

♡ Pairing: Seth Clearwater x Jacobs LttleSister!Reader

Summary: ↑

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: it’s been a hot minute since i uploaded a fic so i’m a bit rusty on writing 😓 + i’m in my Ralph Macchio era so yeah but i still love love twilight♡

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“Dude, she obviously likes mw better, she took the food i handed her first” Embry said, barging into Sam & Emily’s house as usual, right after patrol, following along with Quil, Jacob not too far behind them.

“She only took it first because you were taking up her whole line of sight!” Quil shot back, shoving Embry playfully, making him stumble while he took a seat at the table next to Seth and Paul, in which they stared at him with confused expressions, very unsure of what the two were talking about, Seth tilting his head to the side, trying to make sense of what was going on.

“Ypu two jus’ gonna leave us out or are you gonna tell us who’re talking about?” Paul commented, Jacob anf Embry joining them at the table, immediately digging into the food laid out for them.

“They’re talking about my lil sis, she unfortunately came home from school early, and ran into them when we were about to go out.” Jacob replied as Paul’s gaze switched to him when he spoke up, along with Seth’s.

“Oh yeah? How old is she?” Paul replied, he wasn’t aware of Jacob having a sister, although, they didn’t go around Jacob’s place much. “She’s 14, almost 15.”

That caught Seth’s attention, he suddenly seemed more interested in the topic, considering Jacob’s sister was around his age, scooting his chair slightly closer.

“Cool, bring her to a bonfire.” Paul said bluntly, surprising them all. “What?” Jacob said abruptly, he did not think that was a good idea, considering the pack could get.. rowdy. “C’mon, man, if she met Embry and Quil, she should meet the whole pack, don’t play favorites.” Paul convinced, and Jacob caved—barely.

Then came the night of the bonfire.

You strolled into their cozy environment, the fire cracking and everyone sitting around the bonfire, Jacob trailing slightly behind her, grumbling about how stupid Embry abd Quil are for opening their mouths. Soon, unintentionally, her and Seth lock eyes.

Cue—imprinting, his eyes softened as he saw their future, their soft moments together, the romantic ones and all, and not long after, the whole pack just realized what happened.

“Wait. Wait wiat wait wait, WAIT.” Embry said, looking between the two, seth looking a bit dazed while you looked confused. “Did Seth just imprint on baby black?!” Quil chimed in.

“Imprinting? What.. even is that?” You said, very confuzzled. Tilting your head to the side slightly, a habit both you and Seth shared when you were confused, unbeknownst to you two. “It’s best if Seth tells you, when he’s ready, of course.” Sam commented. “Jake, how could you not tell your sister what imprinting is??” Jared spoke up, in which earning no response from Jacob.

“Aww, look at Seth, finding his imprint so early!” Embry nudged him teasingly, earning a nudge back from Seth “hey, stop it..!” He muttered, already stiff and fidgety.

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Throughout the whole night, they didn’t exactly speak, you can feel his eyes on you throughout the night, though.

And soon, you two were the only ones by the fire, surprisingly, Jacob left you alone.

You and Seth could barely make eye contact, frankly, it was Seth who could barely make eye contact. You on the other hand, were perfectly fine.

You decided to break the awkward silence. “So, imprinting, what’s that?” You asked, scooting over at a close but respectful distance.

“Uh.. it’s… in a simple way to put it..” Seth spoke up softly, his eyes darting anywhere but her, “‘s like.. finding your soulmate, y’know?” Realizing how that sounded, he quickly added more to ease her thoughts, he doesn’t wanna think she’s forced into being in a romantic relationship with him. “B-But it doesn’t have to be romantic! If you don’t want it that way..” He explained. “It’s really up to you..” he finished shyly, finally looking at her properly.

“Mmh.. well, we’ll talk more, yeah? And we’ll see from there.” You said, nudging him playfully as Jacob called them and told them to get inside. You stood up first, offering your hand to him.

In which, he took it.

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Word count: 688

[fashionteahouse]

so idk if u remember the other women from paul’s playlist but i was wondering if u can do a part two but jacob ends up imprinting on reader because he went to see if she was okay and takes her to the next bonfire and paul gets super jealous because of how touchy they were being but cant do anything about it because he imprinted of Rachel. im so here for the drama🙊

YES okay ! hope you enjoy :)

the other woman part one

the other woman part three

the other woman - jacob black x reader

To say it didn’t hurt, it meant that you were a liar.

You heard about heartbreaks and how it takes a toll on a person.

Some fell into depression. Some couldn’t eat. Some couldn’t sleep.

“It possibly couldn’t be that tragic.” You would think every time you heard it.

You were eating your words.

All you kept thinking about was the fact that the only person who could make it better, was the person who broke your heart in the first place.

All you kept thinking about was what was wrong with you.

What made Rachel the one for Paul?

What made Rachel so enticing that he felt the need to lie and push you off to the side like that?

All you kept thinking was his face when he broke it off.

He just didn’t care.

Sitting on your porch steps, Leah stared at you.

“What’s going on with you?”

You let the breeze answer as you looked at an ant marching past your feet.

“Is this about Paul?”

“Yes.” You whispered.

She huffed to herself, “You don’t want somebody who makes you feel what you’re feeling. Fuck him.”

“You don’t understand…Things were good. Out of nowhere he just…”

“He’s not the only guy left in the world. Broaden your horizons or…This could be the time to work on yourself.”

You did take what she said into consideration. You indulged in your own hobbies, what you liked, and what you couldn’t do if you were still together with Paul.

It was hard. It was then that you realized that you felt bored without Paul. You focused on trying to somewhat have a life outside of him.

Sitting outside on the porch was the best pastime because it gave you alone time with your thoughts.

Watching the fleeting cars rush off to their destination made you curious. You made up stories and scenarios behind the cars. Where they were going and why.

One evening, you heard footsteps and you lazily lift your head. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Jacob?” You say in surprise.

His dark orbits seemed to swallow you and strip you hard.

It was hard to explain.

It was like you were exposed to him. Your mind, your body, your soul, all of it was exposed.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. His brow knitted as if he had a lot on his mind.

He then moves forward, plopping down next to you on the steps.

“You haven’t been coming around.” He spoke.

You don’t say anything as you noticed the smell of him filled your nose. It was great. It made your heart beat an extra beat.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Not yes.” You whispered as you stared at your knees.

“I apologize on behalf of Rachel.”

“Yeah, no it’s fine. She had no idea we were even dating…She’s nice. It’s just that Paul lied and then came over here and broke things off like…Like a dickhole.”

“Yeah…You know, she asked about you.”

“Oh, really?” You crack a small smile.

“Yeah,” he spoke and he paused for a second, “I know that you’re hurt, as you should be, but you don’t have to hide away.”

You nod in understanding.

“So. Tell me. What do you say about coming to a bonfire with me tomorrow night?”

“Jacob-”

“Just hear me out. The very second you want to leave, I’ll follow your lead.”

You sighed as you watched a car drive past. You could tell that they were an inexperienced driver as they rode past.

“Fine.” You whispered.

“Cool.” He smiled. He didn’t leave right away.

You both sat there in silence. The wind did a lot of the talking but that was okay.

You intake a small breath as you look over at him.

“You wanna come inside?” You whispered. You clench your jaw as you felt like it was too strong, too desperate, too-

“Yes.”

Oh.

“Okay.” You rise up.

You both sat on the couch. It caught you off guard when he scoot very close to you. You both were bunched.

He looked around once, then back at you, eyes soft.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He says.

You shook your head.

“I’m fine it’s just..He moved on so fast.”

Jacob nodded slowly, his gaze dropping to his hands. “Yeah. I know how that feels.”

You tilted your head slightly. “You do?”

He gave a short, humorless laugh, “Yeah. Guess you could say I got the heartbreak syndrome. Bella Swan was kind of… My undoing for a while.”

You blinked, taken aback, “Oh wow.”

“Yeah,” he said, leaning back with a sigh. “I loved her. Thought I could change her mind, thought maybe she’d see me one day the way I saw her. But she never did. She chose someone else and I had to just… Swallow it. Pretend it didn’t break me.”

His voice was low, steady, but you could feel the ache in it.

“I’m sorry you went through that…Thank you for confiding with me.”

Before he left, you both went in for an awkward hug. Only for it to not be awkward at all.

He mushed you against him as you relax into his hold.

“I’ll come by so be ready okay.”

“Okay.” You muffled against him.

You felt nervous the whole day leading up to the time he was supposed to be picking you up. You dressed extra slowly.

Your stomach was in a thousand knots.

The knock on the front door made you drop your phone with a clatter. Your heart pounded as you picked it up and walk to unlock and open the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You look really nice.” He smiled.

“Thanks.” You whispered.

He takes your hand and you both walk to his car.

“This is you?” You ask impressed.

“Yeah. Fixed her up. You’ll be the first one to ride in it.”

You smile a bit.

As he drove, you glance over at him with a grin before looking out of the window.

The drive to the beach was quick but nice. You kept glancing over at Jacob. He was so kind. Just a ray of light. His easy going personality leaked onto you. You found yourself smiling while he parked in the beach lot.

“Can I hold your hand?” He whispered after he opened the door for you.

“You want to hold my hand?” You ask.

“Yes.”

“Oh…Okay.” You whispered. He takes your hand gently and his hold relaxed into yours. You glance down, noticing it was a nice fit. He was so warm.

He walked with you down to the beach.

Your eyes nervously scope the beach. So far, you saw people bouncing back and forth a volleyball.

Leah ran over. Her short hair blowing in the wind. She lifts you into a hug. You hug her back but you missed Jacob’s hold on your hand.

“My mom cooked.”

“Cool.” You chuckled. She holds your hand and leads you to the table. You both were alone.

“Hand holding?” She starts off rubbing her shoulder against you. It made you chuckle.

“He’s nice.”

“Real nice.”

“Shush.”

“Look, it is nice. I’m not trying to be funny.” She smiled.

“Well…Thanks, then..”

You look over and see him glancing over. There was something about his stare. It was like he watching you in a protective manner. Like you were the only thing in the spotlight.

You look back over to Leah.

Leah was looking at something, well glaring rather.

You follow her gaze and it’s Paul arriving with Rachel. They idled as he cupped her face, kissing her repeatedly. Her soft giggles were faint.

You swallowed as that’s what he used to do with you. You knew exactly what she was feeling.

Lucky her.

“Just have a good time. Okay?” Leah pleaded.

You nod.

You lost your appetite.

Walking over to Jacob, you felt like he was your safe place. He was sitting on a fallen log, watching the waves.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You speak back.

“You alright?”

“Yeah.”

He snorts a bit as he looked at the waves.

“What?”

“You can be honest, you know. You’re not going to get crucified for telling the truth.”

“I know.” You look down at the sand.

You both sat there.

“What are you doing around this time tomorrow?”

You look at him to see if he was serious. He was.

“Um…Probably…Nothing.”

“Good. We can do nothing together.”

You chuckled softly, “Okay.”

He reaches for your hand and holds it. The nice feeling came back. You found yourself smiling a bit.

“You should eat.”

“Lost my appetite.”

“You really going to let that affect your night?”

You don’t say anything.

“Come on.” He pulls you up to a stand.

You both walked through the sand. You felt invisible while he held your hand. He walked confident and it rubbed off on you.

Something strange happened. The elder’s judging eyes flicked down to you and Jacob’s hands and softened them. They turned kind.

It was like night and day.

At the table, you held a plate while he piled food on.

“I’m not going to be able to eat all of that.” You softly exclaim.

“I’m not letting you sit there and eat bird bites.”

“You’re trying to stuff me.”

“Whatever you don’t eat, you can feed it to me.” He winked. A pit hit your stomach as you smile at that.

“Excuse me.” A hardened but familiar voice made you freeze up. It snapped you out of the moment.

“What do you need?” Jacob asked without missing a beat.

“I’m trying to get something to drink. You’re both in the way of the cooler.”

You move but it’s closer to Jacob.

You see Paul take a sharp look at you two. He bends before grabbing two things of something to drink.

He silently walks back to Rachel. She finds your gaze and waves with a friendly smile. You wave back.

You’d meant to keep your distance, to play it casual, but Jacob’s hand brushed against yours once and then again. By the third time, his fingers slipped between yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You stiffened.

“Relax,” he murmured, smiling, “I’m just keeping your hands warm.”

“You’re like a walking furnace.” you say, trying to sound unbothered.

“Exactly,” he teased, “I would be selfish not to share the heat.”

Paul sat beside Rachel, a few logs away, one arm draped around her shoulder. But his jaw was tight, his posture stiff. His eyes, though, they were fixed on you.

Jacob noticed instantly.

“Don’t look,” he murmured, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed your ear.

You tried to steady your breathing, but the nearness of him wasn’t helping.

“I’m not looking.”

He chuckled softly, low and warm. “Good. Because I’m much better to look at.”

You elbowed him lightly, but he caught your hand before you could pull away, threading your fingers together again and this time, he didn’t let go.

Paul’s eyes darkened.

Sitting close to each other, you and Jacob’s knees brushed. You both ate.

You fed him grapes before it turned into a game. You both were laughing so hard as you couldn’t believe he could catch the grapes you tossed in the air.

He suggested a walk along the waves.

It was like standing at the edge of something terrifying and beautiful.

“I’m really glad you came.”

“Yeah, me too.” You smile as you crossed your arms against the breeze.

Paul, from a distance, wondered what you two were off to the side, talking about. He couldn’t hear good over the loud waves. It frustrated him to the max.

“Screw it, I’m going to come out and say it. I want to see more of you.”

“You do?” You ask in surprise at Jacob’s claim.

“Yeah..Hopefully…It could turn into…Something more.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready.” you whispered.

“That’s okay,” Jacob said, “We’ll take it slow. I’ll go wherever you need me to.”

The sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten.

Seth had came to fetch you two. Story time was starting.

It was the same stories as before. This time, you ignored the burning gaze that was shot at you through the fire.

You felt yourself be uncomfortable at this so you scoot and lean closer to Jacob. He wrapped a protective arm around you.

When you looked up at Jacob, eyes bright with affection, Paul nearly lost control of his breathing. He’d seen you in love before with him.

He knew every small sign. The way you tilted your head when you listened, the way your eyes lit up.

Now, you were doing all of that with Jacob.

Jacob leaned closer, whispering something that made your lips curve in that tender, dizzy smile of yours.

Paul’s nails bit into his palms. Rachel leaned her head against his shoulder, content, unaware of the battle inside him. He didn’t even move. He couldn’t. All he could do was stare at what he’d given away.

When Jacob brushed his thumb along your cheekbone, you didn’t flinch away. You leaned into it.

Paul saw everything. The soft look in your eyes, the quiet awe in Jacob’s. His pulse thundered.

The world around him dimmed until all he could see was the two of you framed by firelight, falling into each other the way he used to know.

Then Jacob did something small, simple. He bent his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Paul stood abruptly, the log behind him toppling with the motion. Heads turned. His jaw flexed as if he wanted to say something, to shout, to demand the night rewind itself.

Instead he muttered something to Rachel. Something about needing air and stalked away from the light, his footsteps rough on the sand.

When story time was over, Rachel came over and actually gave you a hug.

“Hey!” She smiled.

“Hey.” You smiled back.

“I was just telling Jacob I would like to get to know you more. You should come down to the house sometime.”

You felt Jacob’s hand intertwine with yours. You felt your heart warm up.

“I would like that.” You answer. Jacob protruded a small smile across his face.

[princesscrter]

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thinking of…

possessive!reader having a smackdown with one of paul’s exes!

tw: language, reader has thoughts of extreme physical violence, sexual references, and paul lahote being absolutely and utterly in love <33

to put it plain— paul lahote is a manwhore. the rez’s so-called bad boy, paired with an insatiable smile and biceps that could literally crush you. so, it isn’t a surprise that paul is constantly being stopped outside of the only gas station by an old fling, or basically forced into joining an ex for a conversation with her newfound college friends. at first, he didn’t necessarily mind; it was all in good fun and paul isn’t an asshole. then? he imprints, and paul would rather go as far as to reject the imprint and confine himself in a cave than do anything like that around you.

you are… unsettling, to say the least. the type to hover paul wherever you go. quil says that you keep him on a ‘short leash,’ and even though he received a swift punch to the jaw for it, he isn’t wrong. paul, while obviously handsome, is more than that. you notice how ex girlfriends gaze at him, as if he’s some kind of god who chose to spend his precious time with them. they don’t know his soul, his innermost thoughts and how dare they look at him with such adoration? they don’t know him, not like you do. call it jealousy or outright lunacy, but you know that it isn’t fair.

it’s some birthday celebration for billy black, and by imprint law, you’re required to go. even if you weren’t, no one knows how to handle a camera like you and it would warm billy’s heart if he had some pictures of him with his longtime friends and his children.

so, here you are— shuffling around billy’s backyard with your canon, switching between auto and manual focus because one setting worked for some, not all. paul, on the other hand, is being sucked into conversation with sweet seth clearwater, the most sunshiny kid you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. just as you move to get a shot of sam and emily tending to the bonfire, you see her.

grace or gracie, you’re not entirely sure what she goes by. but, you know who she is, what she was to paul. his longest fling ever, outweighing the slight stint between him and billy’s second daughter, rachel. immediately, you feel a sense of unease. of course she deserved to be here; everyone on the rez was invited. besides, billy black wasn’t a cold man, even extending an invitation to the swan girl. (she declined, but did send a gift for him along with her dad.) but still. maybe your eyes were deceiving you, but you could swear that she kept glancing over at paul and seth, before quickly returning to her cluster of friends.

even with the heat radiating from the bonfire, you shiver involuntarily. gnawing at your lip, you push away that sinking sensation of jealousy and search for another subject. “christ, ms. clearwater is now in billy’s lap. definitely need to mark that as evidence.” a laugh escapes you, moving the camera up to your eye and looking through the lens. before you can adjust the focus and press down, a figure blocks your viewpoint of the pair.

she’s wearing purple. paul claims that he doesn’t have a favorite color, but you know all too well the way his hands wander even more when you wear purple. lavender, lilac, a redder version of indigo. it doesn’t matter. you wonder if she wore it for him. if he ever did the same with her.

“hey! you’re y/n, right? i’m gracie, it’s nice to finally meet you.” she asks, lips glossy and hair falling in perfect layers across her shoulders. you catch the way gracie added extra pressure to ‘finally’, as if you’re some baseless myth. it’s not like you’re some troll that hides under a bridge. your dominant hand grips at the camera, “yeah, ‘m y/n. nice to meet you, too.” just as you shift to step around her, in hopes that ms. clearwater is still sprawled across billy’s lap, gracie moves with you.

‘first, you stare at my boyfriend and now you’re blocking my shot?’ the thought disappears as quick as it arrives, and you struggle to keep a straight face. there’s a rational part of you that wants to defend her; that maybe she didn’t do it intentionally. maybe she does just want to speak with you. gracie lifts her drink to her lips, “so, you’re paul’s new thing, huh? he can be such a sweetie when he wants to be! but, the whole rugged thing works for him, don’t ya think?”

this is a test. this has to be a test because there’s no way. rugged? paul’s a shapeshifter, sure, but he’s not bear fuckin’ grylls. he’s a secret comic book nerd, he listens to lady gaga, and his favorite bodywash is called ‘autumn leaves!’ you huff, “yeah, i guess. i mean, it’s not what i like him for, but i see the appeal.” her eyes flicker with something unreadable— disbelief, perhaps disgust? you aren’t sure. truth be told, you really don’t care.

paul entirely zoned out of his talk with seth, considering that quil now joined and the two of them never stop running their fuckin’ mouths. seth’s a nice kid, so is quil, but god damn, paul lahote is not good with noise. sighing, his eyes begin to search for you, who’s been too busy with being the cutest photographer he’s ever seen to actually hang out. paul does a double take once he finally looks up from your ass. oh, no.

“lemme guess, is it his hands? he’s really good with ‘em, fixed up my beetle more than once. i love a guy like that, all big and strong and can handle that kinda thing.” gracie snickered. you’ve long forgotten gripping onto your camera, the connecting strap allowing it to weigh on your neck and for you to clench your fists. ‘ma’am, i will beat you to death with this damn camera and then take a picture with your blood still stuck on the lens.’

paul stills for a moment. your jaw’s tight, you’ve got that look on your face that scares him and turns him on. he knows he should step in, waver gracie off and placate you from doing anything irrational. but, when has paul lahote ever done anything to prevent chaos?

her smirk is unrelenting. chasing you like a dog after a bone— don’t you want it? c’mon, work a little harder. show me what ya got. if gracie wants to mention your boyfriend’s perfect hands all over her dumbass beetle, she can. your eyes squint at her, “yeah, paul’s good with his hands. he uses ‘em to keep a grip on me when i ride him every night. i love a guy like that, all demanding, y’know?”

that stupid, smug smile of hers drops. clearly, gracie whatever wasn’t expecting you to be so forward, or to use her own mocking words against her. especially not at billy black’s birthday party, with tribal elders and kids running amuck. however, you’re nothing if not petty. “go ahead and find someone else to rave about my boyfriend’s hands with. cause after this? ‘m gettin’ the real shit.” you answer, as you briskly move past her and off towards something more valuable. you cannot confirm or deny if you shoulder-check gracie as you walk away.

before you know it, the festivity is long over with; as billy waves everyone off while jacob wheels him inside. for the entire ride home, all paul spoke of was how much he wanted to throttle quil while he talked with seth. no mention of your pettiness whatsoever. you hope paul didn’t notice. it wasn’t your proudest moment at all, especially since you felt gracie and her friends stare you down, but quickly look away once they realized you were watching them.

paul’s room is silent. you’re collapsed against his bare chest, savoring the supernatural warmth of his skin and tracing shapes over his sternum. paul works over your back with one hand, while the other focuses on stroking at your temple. “saw you talkin’ with gracie. wanna tell me what that was about?” his normally gruff voice held a tender tone, like he wasn’t accusing you of anything. you groan, “i dunno what you’re talking about, babe. i don’t recall meeting a gracie.” the laughter in his chest rumbles you, as you shift to where your chin is almost flat against him.

“c’mon, sweetheart. i saw you two. looked like you were gonna sink some teeth in her. not that i’d care. jus’ don’t want my baby to get arrested.” paul teases— propping himself up slightly and forcing you along with him. you feel like you’re in the matrix. presented with two pills. being honest with yourself and your boyfriend, even if it’s embarrassing, or keeping it quiet. though, you doubt that it hasn’t spread by now. if not? paul and the pack will know by tomorrow morning. “…fine, you sexy guilt-tripper! she came up to me, and was all like ‘oh, paul’s so sweet when he wants to be’ and ‘he’s so good with his hands!’ so, i might’ve said that you’re very good with your hands, especially when you use them to help me ride your dick.”

for a split second, you wondered if you overstepped. if you were too mean and that you shouldn’t have done it at billy’s birthday. paul’s lips quirk up in a toothy grin, before he tugs you closer by the jaw and kisses you. it isn’t as teasing as it normally is, but it still has that same passion. his hands, the hot topic of tonight’s discussion, rest at the base of your throat, and you almost whine at the sensation.

when paul finally breaks the kiss off, there’s a sheen on his lips from your own saliva. it sounds disgusting, but it’s a reminder that he’s yours, you’re his. hand-picked for him by his ancestors. “you’re so hot. ‘m serious. i’ve never been with someone so mean. usually, it’s me who’s acting like a dick.” he responds, almost breathless despite having superior lung strength. you want to pout, to defend your honor because you’re not mean. you just like to keep what belongs to you close. yet, you can’t. because paul’s sitting here, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only star in the sky. like he couldn’t fathom being apart from you.

“definitely not a shining example of my character. but, i don’t really care. you’re mine. and if it wasn’t for your freaky shapeshifter healing, everyone would know it, too!” you declare. paul laughs again, and he suddenly gets this intense gleam in his eyes. that is never a good sign. paul shrugs his shoulders, “i mean… we’ve got all night, baby. i can put these hands of mine to work. see if we can find a way.”

on second thought, that look in his eyes is a good sign.

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ac speaks!

i love this man… and i HAVE to have him. as always, lmk what you think!! also this is dedicated to that one anon who requested something with paul x possessive!reader🫶🏼🫶🏼 i hope you enjoy!!

[sugurusthroatcurses]

Living Heating Pad

You groan when another shooting pain is sent through your abdomen. The second day of being practically bedridden due to what feels like the worst period pain of your life is torture. To make it worse, there’s not a heating pad in sight since yours broke. On the bright side, no one was bothering you to do a whole bunch of things… except Paul. He kept checking on you to see if you were alright, bringing you up food and whatnot. But there would always be a bite taken out of it already anyway.

“Party’s here.” Paul flops next to you on the bed, kissing your shoulder and taking a pillow. “How’s my pretty girl?”

You grunt in response.

“Okay then.” His arm slinks under your chest and holds you securely.

“You just come here to sleep?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Next to you, yeah.”

You lay there for a moment, feeling an engulfing warmth from his body. It feels amazing on your aching body.

“Paul?”

“Mmm?”

“Lay on me.”

He rolls over without a word, his hot muscles already doing the job to ease your cramps.

A sigh of relief escapes you.

“Better?” Paul looks up at you.

“Much.”

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[phoenixyfriend]

MOTHERFUCKERS

Hi, if you're new here, I'm Nixy. I've spent the past five months trying to bully Colourpop, a cosmetics company known for their collaborations, into doing the right thing.

Today, I received the email on the left. I checked instagram to be sure, and lo and behold, they're advertising it there, too. Presumably, they are also doing so on tiktok, but I don't have that app.

Do me a favor, and go to one of the linked socials, or their online email contact form, and let them know you're even more angry and disappointed about this than about the HP thing. This isn't about which franchise has done more harm, but about the stage of the collaborations themselves. The HP Collab is a dying project that's been constantly on sale for half a year and, most likely, was just being advertised in a last-ditch attempt to dump backstock before it expires; it was in bad taste, but not too likely to have a direct impact on the minority group we know it harms. I'm especially sure of this because they only advertised that sale by email, not on the socials.

The Twilight collaboration is alive and well, being restocked, being advertised, and actively banking on the marketing of an indigenous population without any kind of benefit to the tribe. The least that Colourpop could do, since I imagine they can't back out of the contract, is donate a portion of their profits to the fundraiser. That would probably do a lot more to help the tribe than just cancelling the collaboration entirely anyway!

Mention that people have been asking them to make a statement on this issue for a good year and a half now.

Mention that between this and the HP collab and other questionable projects, they are losing goodwill by the day among people who previously trusted that they were trying to act with ethics and transparency.

Mention that the Quileute Move to Higher Ground project has been struggling for years to put together the funds to move their entire community away from the danger of rising sea levels. They've managed to move the school, but they still need to build new housing... especially because companies have been buying up their houses to establish as AirBNBs since it's a tourist area. They've also bought up all the properties in Forks, WA, for the same reason, which means fewer people actually hiring Quileute workers.

Because of Twilight.

These people are being forced to leave their homes in part because of the franchise that Colourpop is collaborating with. They have not seen any money directly from the way SMeyer used their tribe, and any possible benefits of tourism have been far outweighed by the aforementioned airbnb issue.

Colourpop is a big company, but it's not a giant. It's got enough going for it that you can safely assume you're not going to ruin a person's life and livelihood by hassling the contact forms, but it's not so big that it's impossible to budge them.

Let's try to make at least something happen. It might not be much, but please just send an email or leave a comment on their socials. Reblog this post so other people know what's going on.

[vamprincessss]

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werewolf content on the vampire blog⁉️ i fr love these two together so much…they had so much potential both in the books and movies + i wish their relationship had been explored more ☹️ jacob black will always have my heart i’m sorry