Summary: Being the younger sister of Bella had it perks but most of the time she was overlooked feeling alone, but when she returns to forks her life changes when a certain buff guy named Emmett takes a liking to her but will tragedy still follow her here
Pairing: Emmett Cullen x f!reader
•Masterlist•
I never wanted to leave forks, Charlie kept be when Bella and Renee left but then two years ago I fell down a flight of stairs at school and broke my leg, since Charlie was so busy with work he wasn’t able to stay home and help me so I moved to Arizona with Renee and Bella, and so I stayed for a while until this year Renee had to leave so Bella and I decided to move back with Charlie, she wasn’t as happy about the decision but me on the other hand, I couldn’t wait to get back to where I belonged, forks always felt like home like I was suppose to be there for some reason
The plane landed and the weather was gloomy just like always, the air chilly with the threat of rain at any moment, standing on the sidewalk we see Charlie’s cruiser pull up, he hopped out with a bright smile pulling me into a tight hug
“Missed you so much” he says before hugging Bella, they haven’t seen each other in a long time, she stopped visiting during the summer a while ago
“Let’s get you home girls”
The drive was calming, a bit awkward between the two but that will change they just have to get use to each other again
We settled in for the rest of the day unpacking and getting ready for school tomorrow, we were starting in the middle of the semester so it wasn’t really ideal
I didn’t have much friends here when I left so I was just as anxious as Bella but knowing her she’d probably have a whole group of people by lunch time
Maybe this time will be different maybe I won’t be alone again
The morning came quickly, too quickly for my liking, I pulled in a pair of straight cut jeans and a brown knit sweater, leaving my hair straight, too tired to do anything more with it, apply a little makeup but not much
Walking down the stairs Charlie and Bella are at the table with a plate of pancakes in the middle of the table
“Morning! Sit have some breakfast before school starts, Bella will drive you both there!” Charlie said pouring more syrup onto his stack
I quickly ate and took my lunch bag and put it in my backpack before throwing on my dark blue raincoat and left meeting Bella in the truck
“Are you ready for today?” I asked seeing her finger tap anxiously against the steering wheel as we drove through town
“Are you?” She always liked to ask the same question back as a way to avoid answering, I laughed it off as we pulled into a park spot in the school parking lot
I got out heading straight to the office to pick up my new schedule, I’ve never been to the highschool since I left in middle school so I was just as confused about the place as Bella
“See you later” she said before we went separate ways, we might have some classes together seeing as I upgraded in classes and got bumped up a grade
Not paying attention to where I was going, to confused by the map I was given until I smacked into a wall throwing me back onto the ground, at least I thought it was a wall
“Sorry about that Angel didn’t see you there” a melodic voice said like music to my ears I look up to see a big guy he was massive but he was beautiful the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and suddenly the pain in my tailbone was forgotten as he picked me up like I weighed nothing
“Oh ummm no it was my fault I’m just trying to find my class and got distracted” I blushed having realized I was starring
His eyes were pitch black and his skin ice cold, the blonde next to him glaring daggers into me like she wanted to rip me apart, assuming that this was her boyfriend I stepped back apologizing once again before scurrying away the embarrassment finally settling in feeling his eyes on my back as I walked away
I’ve never felt like that before this feeling like the world stopped for a moment I couldn’t even breath, whatever it was probably just the nerves
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I managed to get through the first half of my classes without falling asleep and now it was lunch my least favorite part of the day, I walked into the cafeteria with a tray with a simple sandwich and an apple
I look around noticing Bella at a table filled with people fawning over her like I suspected, I approach waiting for someone to notice me
“Oh hey y/n” Bella said obviously uncomfortable
“Hey bells, can I sit with you guys”
“Sur……” bella got cut off by a girl with her hair back in a head band
“Actually there’s no more room at the table sorry” she smiled faking an apology
“Oh okay ummm see you later Bella” I said feeling crushed walking away to an empty table by the wall of windows
Sighing I sat down starting to fight back the tears as I picked at my sandwich, why was she so much better than me, what was it about her that people loved that I didn’t have, but what’s so bad about me?
Too in my thoughts I didn’t realize someone slumps down in the seat across from me till they tap my head laughing
“Anybody still in there” it was that beautiful voice again, I look up seeing it’s the guy I bumped into before
“Oh sorry I was just ummm……whyre you sitting with me?” Confused as to why he’d be here compared to with that gorgeous blonde from before
“You looked glum over here, couldn’t stand to see you worry your little head……I’m Emmett by the way” he smiles so bright
“I’m y/n Swan…..won’t your girlfriend be upset seeing you over here?” I ask anxiously seeing her at a table a few spots down and if looks could kill I’d be burned alive with how hard she’s glaring she terrified me
“Oh Rosalie! No she’s not my girlfriend she’s my sister, everyone at that table is my family but I’d rather sit here with the new pretty girl” his confidence flustered me ive never had someone act like this towards me
“Do you mean Bella my sister, maybe you should go sit with her”
“And waste my lunch sitting with snobby Jessica, I’ll pass”
“You saw?” I sigh embarrased all over again
“In a way….listen you can sit with me and my family if you’d like, or you can have me all to yourself here every lunch it’s up to you” he was like a fox I couldn’t get away from he was so sly but I kinda liked it
“Ummm I’d really like you to stay” my face had to be the same color as my apple by now
“Then I’ll stay angel”
Angel……
That night I was restless going over the interacting with Emmett over and over, was it just a prank or was he really interested he seemed nice from what I could read
The night dragged on falling in and out of sleep my thoughts staying on that beautiful man my dreams filled with him, I even thought at one point he was in my room maybe I’m just going crazy
The sun started to rise and there was no chance of me catching any more sleep now
I rub my eyes sitting up as the rising sun shines through the window casting a warm glow across my room
“Why can’t I stop thinking about him?” I sigh to myself the exhaustion already creeping up on me
I get ready, have some breakfast and pack my lunch, Bella meets me in the truck and the whole drive to the school I can’t help but feel this excitement growing in my chest
“Did you make any friends yesterday?” She asked breaking the silence
“One….atleast I think he’s a friend”
“That’s good!”
“You seem to make a lot of new friends” she shrugged her shoulders
“I guess…..they kinda just took me in” I nod feeling a bit of jealousy towards her
We pull up into the parking lot with time to spare, Bella and I lean against the drivers side, I pull out a book and she rummages through her bag for something
I look across the parking lot seeing Emmett with his siblings, I wave and he smirks waving back
But then everything happened so fast, the van came skidding into the parking lot heading right towards me and Bella, I felt like a deer in headlights and I couldn’t move, I was expecting the pain, the crush of the van against me, but the pain never came instead I’m surrounded in an icy cold embrace
I look up and it’s Emmett, holding me next to his jeep? How did I get over here? I was just with Bella, I look over towards the van and truck and Bella comes out fine as Edward walks off
What the hell just happened?
“How did I get over here?”
“What’re you talking about? After you waved you walked over here” the blonde says and I feel like I’m going insane
“But I…..I don’t remember” this doesn’t feel right I was just about to be crushed to death but I was over here the whole time? No I don’t get it
I looked back up at Emmett and he looks worried
“Was I really here the whole time?” He ran his hand throwing my hair and sighed
“Come on we’re gonna be late for class” he wraps his arm around my shoulder and we walk through the halls to science class
We sit down but I can’t seem to get my head on straight
“I can practically hear your thoughts going crazy”
“I just don’t feel good I guess” I hold the back of my neck and my head starts to swirl
“Wow I’ve got you Angel, I think I should take you home” I nod, he picks me up with ease along with my bag and back out to his jeep
I thought we were driving to my house but when he pulls up to the hospital I’m confused
“What’re we doing here?” I ask rubbing my eyes
“Getting you check out” he helped me into the hospital as my head just got worse and worse
Sat on a bed Emmett stood on the side
“Emmett, surprised to see you here too” this must be his father
“I don’t know what’s going on with her, she was fine then she started rubbing her neck and getting dizzy”
They gave eachother a look before Carlisle looked me over
“She has whiplash, you’ll be okay you just need rest for a while”
“Thank you” I say tired, Emmett helps me back out to his jeep and I can feel tension radiating off of him
“What really happened Emmett? I didn’t get whiplash from supposedly walking over to you”
“I want to tell you, you’re precious to me but, I can’t yet”
“Why?”
“Because it’s dangerous, just trust me…please” he takes my hand and I can’t help but nod
Summary: Jasper finally gives into his want for you
Warnings: Smut; P in V; Fluff; bruising
Words: 3.4K
Notes: Sorry if it’s rushed and choppy - its been a while
Y/N's POV
The low hum of the TV fills the room, some old Western I put on to tease Jasper playing in the background. Muted gunfire crackles through the speakers, but my mind registers none of it. The only sound I hear—the only thing I feel—is the weight of Jasper’s gaze on me.
It’s subtle at first, a quiet pull, the kind of thing that creeps in slowly, like a shift in the air before a storm. But once I notice it, it’s impossible to ignore. Heat rises along the back of my neck, a slow and deliberate kind of warmth that spreads through me like liquid fire. My pulse flutters, reacting to something unspoken, something thick and heavy that lingers between us in the stillness of his bedroom.
I try my hardest to focus on the screen, but my body betrays me. My breath comes in quicker now, my skin tingling with an awareness I can’t shake and there’s the beginning of that familiar ache between my legs that Jasper still runs from. I will it to go, not wanting whatever is happening to stop.
And then I make the mistake of turning my head.
Jasper is waiting.
His golden eyes are darker than usual, soldering beneath the dim light, his expression unreadable yet impossibly intense. He’s stretched out behind me, propped against the pillows, his body relaxed but his presence anything but. His lips parting slightly, just enough for me to catch the faintest inhale, like he’s breathing just for the sake of drinking in the scent of my anticipation.
Something in my tightens and I clench my thighs together,
Before I can react, his fingers are on me—just the lightest of touches, grazing along my jaw, his knuckles trailing down to the delicate line of my throat. A shiver runs through me, my breath catching as he hooks a single finger beneath my chin.
I barely have a second to think before he tilts my head towards him and claims my most with his own.
The kiss is slow at first, teasing, his lips brushing against mine like a whisper of a promise. But then I sigh into him—melt into him—and something shifts. Jasper exhales sharply, like he’d have been holding his breath if he needed to, and then his mouth crashes into mine with a hunger that steal the air from my lungs.
His icy hands are on me now—one tangling in my hair, the other pressing against my hip, anchoring me to him. The weight of his body shifts as he leans over me, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping along my lower lip before sipping past my parted mouth.
A low, helpless sound escapes me, and Jasper groans in response—a deep, rumbling noise that vibrates against my skin, making my pulse stutter. His grip tightens, his fingers flexing against my waist as he shifts his weight, rolling me beneath him in one fluid motion.
I gasp, my back pressing into the mattress, but he doesn’t give me a second to recover. His mouth is everywhere—tracing the curve of my jaw, down the slope of my neck, pausing at my pulse point.
He stills.
I can feel the hesitation in his body, the war waging just beneath the surface. His lips hover, barely a breath away from my skin, and for the briefest moment, I wonder if he’s about to pull back. A soft whimper catching my throat.
But then his mouth presses there, at that delicate, vulnerable place, and he lingers.
A slow, measured kiss. Then another.
His lips linger against my throat, a slow drag of cool breath across overheated skin, and a soft whimper catches in my throat.
Jasper stills again.
For a heartbeat, I think he’s going to pull away completely, retreat into the self-imposed restraint that’s kept us hovering at the edge of this moment for far too long. But instead, he only shifts back slightly, just enough to see my face.
His golden eyes are molten now, darkened by something that has nothing to do with thirst and everything to do with the way I feel beneath him. His expression is unreadable, but his body betrays him—the faintest tremor in his hands where they grip my waist, the shallow rise and fall of his chest as he takes another steadying breath.
I reach up slowly, running my fingers through his golden curls, feeling the softness of them as they slip between my fingers. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, like he’s savouring the touch, and when they open again, there’s something raw in his gaze.
I let my hands drift lower, tracing the firm lines of his shoulders, feeling the strength coiled just beneath his skin. His muscles shift under my fingertips, tensing when my fingers ghost over the first button of his shirt.
I hesitate—just for a second, waiting, giving him the chance to stop me.
He doesn’t.
Instead, Jasper exhales softly, the faintest nod of permission, and I push the button through its hole.
Then another.
And another.
I take my time, revelling in the slow reveal of smooth, pale skin beneath my fingertips. He’s all hard lines and sculpted perfection, like something carved from marble—impossibly smooth, yet impossibly strong. My hands glide over the firm ridges of his chest, the faintest indentations of old scars marring the otherwise flawless expanse.
Jasper shudders at my touch.
Not from cold. Not from hesitation.
From want.
A thrill rushes through me at the realisation, heat coiling low in my stomach. My hands splay across his bare torso, feeling every ripple of his muscles beneath my touch as I slide them lower, over the defined lines of his abdomen, the sharp dip of his hips.
I shift beneath him, my leg hooking over his thigh, pulling him down against me.
Jasper gasps.
The sound is quiet, almost involuntary, but I feel it—the sharp inhale against my lips, the way his entire body tenses the moment my hips press flush against his.
He drops his forehead to mine, his breath coming faster now, uneven. Shaken.
"You have no idea," he murmurs, voice rough, strained, "how long I've wanted this."
My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling just enough to make his breath hitch. I tilt my chin, letting my lips brush against his in the lightest of teasing touches before whispering—
"Then stop holding back."
And just like that, Jasper breaks.
He crashes into me, his mouth searing, desperate, any last remnants of restraint burning away in the fire we’ve ignited between us.
Jasper's hands work with deliberate care, his fingers trailing down the fabric of my shirt as he tugs it over my head. I shiver as the cool air meets my bare skin, and he stills.
For a long, breathless moment, he just looks.
His golden eyes darken, his jaw tightening as a quiet, reverent groan escapes him. "Damn." The word is rough, almost guttural, and I barely have time to register the raw appreciation in his gaze before his hands return—featherlight at first, tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my ribs, before he grips me with something closer to desperation.
His mouth is on me again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, down the center of my chest, worshiping every inch of bare skin he can reach. My head falls back against the pillows, my fingers tangling in his curls, tugging just enough to make him growl.
The sound sends a sharp thrill straight through me.
Then I feel it—his hands at the waistband of my jeans, fingers slipping beneath the fabric, teasing, waiting.
A shiver of anticipation rolls down my spine as I reach between us, my fingers seeking the metal button of his jeans.
I fumble.
A quiet, frustrated whimper leaves my lips when I struggle with the button, my hands trembling too much to work the damn thing free. Jasper lets out a breathy chuckle against my skin, the vibrations sending a delicious shudder through me.
"Need some help, darlin'?" His voice is thick with amusement, but there’s something else beneath it, something dangerous.
I shake my head, determined, my fingers working the button again, and finally, finally, it gives.
Jasper exhales sharply as I push the denim open, my hand skimming lower, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen beneath my palm. His entire body tenses, like he's barely holding himself together, and when I drag my nails lightly down his stomach, his breath hitches.
Jasper moves faster than I can process, his body shifting, pressing me deeper into the mattress as his mouth crashes against mine. There’s nothing hesitant about him anymore—only hunger, only the weight of his hands gripping my hips, his body caging me beneath him, every inch of him solid, unyielding.
The last of our clothing disappears in a blur of movement—denim sliding down my legs, his jeans hitting the floor with a quiet thud, leaving us bare, nothing between us but heat and want and the raw, electric tension that has been building for far too long.
And then I feel him.
Hard, heavy, pressing hot against the softness of my thigh. A strangled sound escapes my throat at the sheer intensity of it—the anticipation, the promise of what’s coming. My fingers grip his biceps, tracing the sculpted lines of muscle beneath skin that feels impossibly smooth, impossibly perfect. He shudders under my touch, his control fraying at the edges.
Jasper hovers over me, breath uneven, his golden eyes now dark—nearly black—with unrestrained want. His forehead rests against mine, his body trembling, but it’s not from fear. It’s something deeper, something almost reverent.
"Tell me to stop," he breathes, the words choked with barely controlled restraint. "Please."
I meet his eyes, seeing the plea in them. But I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want anything to stop. I pull him closer, guiding his hips so that his hardness presses into me, and I gasp at the feeling, the coolness of his body against mine only adding to the heat of our connection. I feel his breath catch as he shifts, his golden eyes dark with something untameable, something desperate.
"I don't want you to stop," I manage, my voice a whisper of need.
Jasper’s eyes flicker with something deep, something ancient, as he slides into me. Slowly, deliberately, his cool body easing into mine, stretching me in the most exquisite way. I bite my lip, stifling a gasp, and he immediately shifts, his hand coming up to cradle my face as he looks into my eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort, any hesitation.
His lips kiss my forehead gently, his hands soothing circles on my wrists as he fills me completely, the overwhelming sensation of him both foreign and familiar all at once. I breathe out slowly, letting my body adjust to the fullness of him. He doesn’t move yet, doesn’t rush. His eyes never leave mine, and in the silence that settles between us, I feel him. All of him. His control slipping as the deep bond between us builds, as he becomes attuned to every single beat of my heart, every flutter of my breath, reading my emotions with an intimacy that only he can.
And when he moves, when he pulls back slightly before thrusting into me again, I gasp—each movement deliberate, slow, measured, and full of reverence. He’s in no rush, and neither am I. Each stroke, each shift, is a promise. A promise of safety, of trust, of connection. He moves in a rhythm that makes me feel cherished and desired in ways that I never thought possible.
I feel my body move with his, and there’s a gentle push-pull between us, as if we are dancing—each movement perfectly timed, each touch an extension of something deeper. The bed beneath us groans, and I laugh softly against his lips. His grip tightens, his muscles flexing under the strain, and with a soft crack, the bed gives way beneath us, collapsing onto the floor.
Jasper pulls back slightly, and for the briefest moment, he looks panicked, searching for anywhere I’m hurt but instead I’m tangling a hand into those delicious curls and tugging his lips back to mine, needing him to move again and being oh so close. The duel action of yanking his hair and slamming my lips to him has him letting out a growl that has me wrapping my legs around the vampire’s waist.
“Jazz,” I whine against his lips and his blunt nails dig into my waist, so hard I know I’ll handprint bruises for at least a week and that thought alone has me throwing my head back in a silent scream of bliss. Jasper slams into me hard, forcing my body up what’s left of me the bed more, his whole body shaking as he tries to keep control. He’s so close, I can feel him pulsing inside me so I squeeze myself and let all my emotions flow from me.
It has Jasper burying his face in my neck, fangs brushing my jugular as he lets out a growl, slamming himself inside me one last time before his hips jerk, his come filling me fuller than I ever thought possible. All I can do is lay there as his hips jerk in overstimulation and he slowly lets himself fall on top of me, my hands brushing through those soft curls as I try to catch my breath.
We don’t move for a while, only when Jasper can begin to sense the ache in my bones beginning and he’s slowly easing himself onto his elbows, head lowered as he looks between us, watching as he eases himself from me, watching as my lips flutter with the sudden emptiness. “Fuck doll, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Jasper rises from what’s left of the bed, leaving me to lay there and watch as he moves around his room looking for things before he tells me to sit tight and with his vampire speed he’s gone, the sound of the bath running next door before he’s back.
Jasper rises slowly from the wreckage of the bed, the sound of wood creaking softly under his weight as he stands. I stay where I am, tangled in the sheets, propped up on one elbow as I watch him move around the room with an effortless grace, his golden eyes scanning the room like he's searching for something—though I know it’s just his way of regaining control. The rush of adrenaline and intensity is starting to settle, leaving behind a pleasant weight of fatigue, the ache of muscles that never quite had a chance to relax.
He pauses, his gaze flicking over to me as if making sure I'm still okay. Then, with a soft sigh, he moves toward the door, his voice barely above a whisper. "Sit tight. I'll be back in a second."
Before I can respond, he's gone, the sound of his feet barely registering as he disappears with a flash of vampire speed. The air in the room seems to thicken, and for a moment, I just lay there, the softness of the ruined bed beneath me and the warmth of his absence surrounding me like a comforting cloak. I hear the distant sound of running water from the bathroom next door, and I can’t help but smile softly, knowing exactly what he’s preparing for. I’m grateful for him, for his thoughtfulness.
Moments later, Jasper reappears, the door creaking open softly as he steps inside, his presence filling the space as he carries a small towel in his hand. His eyes meet mine immediately, flickering with tenderness. He moves toward the remnants of the bed, sitting down with a fluid motion beside me. The air feels thick with the aftermath of everything we’ve just shared—the unspoken emotions, the tenderness that still lingers between us like an invisible thread that binds us even closer.
"Let me help you up," he says softly, his voice full of care as he reaches out, his cool fingers grazing my skin as he helps me sit up. I wince slightly, feeling the residual ache of our intense connection settling into my body, but it’s a good kind of pain—one that reminds me of everything we just shared. I lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, supporting me as I rest against him.
The bed is barely intact, but I feel safe with him, held close in the quiet aftermath of everything. His cold skin against mine is oddly comforting, and I close my eyes, letting the quiet settle around us.
"Are you alright?" Jasper murmurs, his voice low, full of concern as his hand gently strokes the back of my neck, his fingers soft against my skin. His touch is soothing, and I find myself relaxing into him, the slight ache in my body still there but fading slowly under his care.
"I’m fine," I whisper back, my voice heavy with a weariness that I can’t quite shake off. "Just... a little tired, that’s all."
He nods softly, pressing a tender kiss to the top of my head before pulling me closer. I rest my head against his shoulder, feeling his cool, steady presence surrounding me, grounding me in this space between us. There’s something so calming in his stillness, in the way he holds me with such reverence, as if I’m something precious, something he can’t bear to lose.
"I love you," he says after a beat, his voice soft but filled with conviction. His hand traces small circles on my shoulder as he continues, "I love the way you make me feel—like I’m human again, even if I’m not. I love the way you laugh, the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. The way you trust me…"
I shift slightly, looking up at him as he speaks, feeling a flutter of emotion in my chest. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, the world outside of us fades. There’s only him, only the truth of his words sinking into me like a promise.
"I love the way you make me want to be better," he continues, his voice almost a whisper. "You make me want to be the man I always wished I could be. You make me feel like I'm worthy of this—worthy of you."
His words are soft, but they hit me in a way that feels like a deep exhale, like the release of something I didn’t realise I was holding onto. He’s always been good at hiding his emotions, but in this moment, there’s nothing left for him to hide. His love for me is as clear as the stars in the sky, and it makes me feel small and cherished at the same time.
"Jasper…" My voice is barely a breath, my words fading against his skin as I sigh softly, feeling the weight of his love wash over me.
"I love you more than you know," he murmurs, pressing another gentle kiss to my forehead. "More than I ever thought possible."
The silence that follows is filled with the warmth of his presence, the rhythmic sound of the bath running next door, and the steady beat of his breath—though it’s not his heartbeat that reassures me, it’s the steady pulse of his love, the promise in every word he’s spoken. I close my eyes, the exhaustion from everything we’ve shared pulling me deeper into his embrace.
"Rest now," he whispers, his voice a lullaby. "We’ll take the bath together in a minute, but for now… just stay with me."
I nod, allowing myself to sink further into him, the weight of sleep beginning to settle in, the fatigue of our night finally catching up to me. His arms tighten around me, holding me close as I rest my head on his shoulder, my breath evening out in the calm of the moment.
The gentle hum of the water running next door, combined with the softness of his touch, lulls me into a peaceful sleep. The last thing I remember before drifting off is the feel of Jasper's cool skin against mine, the sound of his voice telling me how much he loves me, and the overwhelming sense of being utterly, completely safe.
And in his arms, I know I’m exactly where I belong.
Summary: Request - Hi I love your Paul lahote stories!! I was wondering if you could do one super fluffy where the reader finds out she’s pregnant but is worried how Paul will feel because they’re still young and all the werewolf and vampire stuff is going on at the time!!🩵
A/N: I just love Paul. Thank you for the requests as always! @lunajay33
Pairing: Paul Lahote x Reader
Word Count: 5.4k +
TW: Pregnancy
The warm scent of blueberry muffins filled Emily’s kitchen mingling with the faint tang of sea air drifting in through the open window. You were slouched in one of the chairs at her table with your cheek resting in your palm as you watched her move about the kitchen. The quiet hum of her voice as she talked about Sam and the pack was comforting, but it was hard to focus. Your stomach rolled again. That new unease building in the back of your mind.
“You’re quieter than usual,” Emily commented. Her voice cutting through the fog of your thoughts. She glanced at you over her shoulder, her sharp eyes softening when they landed on your face. “Are you feeling okay?”
You forced a smile, shrugging like it was nothing. “Just tired, I guess. It’s been a stressful few weeks, you know? All the patrols, Jacob imprinting on… that situation. It’s a lot.” You tried brushing her off.
Emily turned back to her muffins, humming as she pulled them from the oven and set them on the counter. “That’s true. It’s been hard on everyone.” She didn’t say anything else for a moment, but you could feel her watching you out of the corner of her eye. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” she asked gently not wanting to push too hard.
Your smile faltered. “Of course. What else would it be?”
Emily walked over and sat across from you. Her expression calm but concerned. “Well, you’ve been tired a lot lately. And you’ve barely eaten today. You won’t even touch my muffins like you always do. I also saw you push your plate away last week at dinner too.” She tilted her head, her tone as light as she could make it. “And I saw you make a face when I started the coffee earlier. You used to love coffee… I haven’t seen you drink a cup in weeks now.”
You stiffened slightly, trying to brush her off with a laugh. “I’m just… off, that’s all. It’s probably just stress or maybe a stomach bug. Nothing to worry about.” That unease grew in the pit of your stomach though.
She didn’t drop it. “Maybe,” she said slowly. Her dark eyes studying you. “But… have you thought it might be something else?”
You blinked at her, frowning. “Something else? Like what?”
She hesitated before she reached across the table to rest her hand on yours. “I don’t want to assume anything, but… you and Paul are together all the time. Could there be… another reason why you’re feeling this way?”
Her words hit you like a freight train and you immediately shook your head. Your voice pitching higher than you intended. “No. Absolutely not. There’s no way, Emily. We’re careful! I mean, mostly. But… no. That’s impossible.”
Emily gave you a patient look but didn’t pull her hand away. “I know you’re careful,” she said gently. “But accidents happen. When was the last time you had your period?” She asked the dreaded question… when was it?
The question made your heart lurch, and you froze. “I…” shit, you didn’t know, “I don’t know,” you stammered. “It’s been… I mean, I’m not great at keeping track, but…” Your voice trailed off as your mind began counting backward. The realization hitting you like a bucket of ice water on a freezing winter day. Your chest tightened. Your mouth suddenly ran dry.
Emily leaned forward slightly. Her voice soft but steady. “How long has it been?”
You swallowed hard while staring at her as the truth sank in. “I.... A month? Maybe more?” You guessed as you kept counting further back. No, it was more than a month now. It’d been nearly six weeks.
Emily’s expression didn’t change though there was a hint of sympathy in her eyes. “It might not be what you think,” she said carefully. “But maybe… maybe you should take a test. Just to be sure.”
Your stomach flipped at the thought, and you instinctively shook your head again. “I can’t. What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? What’s Paul going to say? What about the pack or my parents? Shit! My parents Em!” Your voice cracked, panic bubbling up as the possibility became more real. Pregnant. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant. No, it was just stress. You’d been so stressed lately. Periods were often late when stress was abundant. Yeah, just stress.
Emily squeezed your hand. Her calm presence grounding you. “If it’s positive, you’ll figure it out like you always do. You’re not alone in this, okay? You have me. You have Paul. And you have the while pack. Whatever happens, we’ll all be here for you.” Her voice was low and soothing as it always was. Her reassurance should have been comforting, but your thoughts were spiraling. The only thing you could focus on was the quiet truth settling into the back of your mind. You might really be pregnant. She stood with you still trying to process what was likely true.
Emily slipped out the door after giving you a reassuring smile. Her keys jingling as she walked to the front door. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes,” she’d said. “And don’t even think about panicking while I’m gone. Just breathe. I’m going to go buy one from the pharmacy. It won’t be a big deal if someone sees me buying one.” Easier said than done.
You sat stiffly on the edge of the couch with your knee bouncing restlessly as the minutes ticked by. Emily was right. If anyone saw her buying a pregnancy test, they wouldn’t think twice about it. She and Sam were married, in their twenties, and settled. But you? At nineteen, unmarried, and still figuring out your life, the very idea of people finding out sent a wave of nausea through you.
When Emily returned, she came through the door with the same calm efficiency as before. She held a small paper bag like it contained something perfectly ordinary. She set it down on the table while brushing the rain from her hair as she gave you a steady look. “Alright,” she said. Her tone light but firm. “No one saw me. Not that it would’ve mattered. But I figured you’d want to hear that.”
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Thank God. I’d die right here if word got back to my mom. Or the whole reservation.” You peeked through your fingers, your voice dropping to a mutter. “This place is like a fishbowl.”
Emily laughed softly and slid the bag toward you. “Relax. It’s done. Now, the next part is up to you.”
You stared at the bag. Your palms suddenly very disgustingly sweaty. Your heart hammered as you reached out and pulled the slim box from inside, the pink lettering glaring up at you like a warning. “I feel like I’m in one of those cheesy after-school specials,” you mumbled, your voice shaky as you tried to make light of the situation.
Emily gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “You’re not. You’re just figuring out what’s next. Go on. I’ll wait here.” With a long breath you stood and made your way to the bathroom, the box clutched tightly in your hands. The next few minutes felt like an eternity. You sat on the edge of the bathtub staring at the little plastic stick on the counter, its blank screen taunting you.
When your phone buzzed with the timer you’d set, your stomach flipped. You stood slowly, your hands trembling as you picked up the test. Two pink lines.
Positive.
Your knees felt weak as you gripped the counter for support as a tidal wave of emotions crashed over you. A strange mix of fear, joy, and uncertainty swirled in your chest, leaving you utterly breathless. You stared at the test for a long moment trying to process what it meant. Your hand drifted to your abdomen as you gulped.
When you finally emerged from the bathroom, Emily was waiting on the couch. Her face was soft as ever with understanding. She looked up as you stepped into the room, the test still clutched in your hand. “Well?” she asked gently. Her brown eyes searching your face for any sign of what it said.
You held up the test. Your mouth dry. “I guess I’m pregnant,” you said with your voice unsteady. Then in a weak attempt to lighten the mood you added with a shaky laugh, “Stealing Bella’s thunder, huh?” Bella’s pregnancy had been the talk of the pack ever since the group found out what she was carrying. Then the vampire human baby decided to make its appearance after only 28 days. The thought sent a shiver down your spine as you thought of what carrying a werewolf baby would entail.
Emily blinked, then burst into laughter. Her head tilting back as she shook her head. “Oh, you’ve got to stop hanging out with Paul so much. You’re picking up his sense of humor.” She grinned as she gave your arm a reassuring squeeze.
Despite your spinning thoughts her laughter pulled a smile from you. She wrapped you in a warm, steady hug. “It’s going to be okay,” she murmured, her voice firm. “Paul loves you so much. More than I ever thought he’d be capable of. You’re not doing this alone.” You clung to her words like a lifeline as tears brimmed in your eyes. You weren’t sad… no, not at all. You were simply overwhelmed as this had not been in your plans. You were going to get married to Paul in a few years and maybe have some kid’s years after that. Not now. But life had a funny way of throwing you completely off. First, being imprinted to a damned werewolf. Now this.
You sat at the kitchen table with the pregnancy test still in your hand. Emily had made you a cup of tea. The warm mug sitting untouched in front of you as your thoughts spiraled. You’d stared at the little pink lines so long now that they were practically burned into your vision. A constant reminder of the new, terrifying reality that had just taken shape.
Emily leaned against the counter, watching you with a mixture of patience and quiet concern. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” she asked gently.
You let out a shaky breath, placing the test down on the table so gently as if it might explode. “Everything,” you said. Your voice barely above a whisper. “I mean… Paul and I are nineteen. This wasn’t exactly in the plan. What if he’s not ready for this? What if he feels… trapped?” The thought made your stomach churn. You couldn’t shake the image of his face falling when you told him.
Emily frowned, stepping closer and taking the chair across from you. “Yes, you both are young, but you know he’s devoted to you. He’d run through fire for you without thinking twice. That’s the bond. It’s unshakable.”
You nodded slowly, but her reassurance only soothed one layer of your anxiety. “But what about my parents?” you asked. Your voice cracking yet again. “If they find out, they’ll never let me hear the end of it. They’ll say I’m ruining my life. That we’re not ready. And Paul’s parents… What if they think I’m irresponsible or… God forbid, trying to trap him or something?”
Emily shook her head firmly. “No one who knows you would think that. You and Paul have been through so much already and you’ve come out stronger every time. His parents will see that. His parents love you. And as for your parents…” She gave you a small, wry smile. “They’ll probably be shocked at first. Maybe even upset. But they’ll come around. They always do.”
You laughed bitterly, rubbing your temples. “It’s not just them. It’s the pack, too. What are they going to think? There’s so much going on right now. Jacob imprinting on a half-vampire baby, the Cullen drama, all of it. This is the worst time for this to happen. What if they see it as a distraction? What if they resent me for pulling Paul’s attention away?”
Emily reached out grabbing for your hand. “First of all, no one in that pack would resent you. You know how they are. They’re family, even if they don’t always show it the right way. And second, you’re not pulling Paul’s attention away. If anything, this will give him more to fight for. Plus, I think they all like you more than Paul anyway.” She added with a mischievous grin.
Your chest tightened at her words. A mix of hope and fear swirling inside you. “But what if I’m not enough?” you whispered. “What if I can’t handle this? What if I ruin everything?”
Emily’s grip on your hand tightened. Her scarred fingers warm and steady. “You’re more than enough,” she said firmly. “You’re strong and you have so many people who love and adore you. You’re not doing this alone. Paul’s going to be over the moon, you’ll see. And the pack? They’ll probably throw a barbecue to celebrate.”
Despite the storm of emotions swirling in your chest that last comment drew a weak laugh from you. “Yeah, and Embry will probably make a joke about Paul being the first one to ‘start a litter,’” you muttered.
Emily grinned. “Probably. But you’ve got to admit, they’d all step up to make sure you and that baby are safe. It’s what they do.”
You took a shaky sip of tea. The warmth grounding you for a moment. Deep down you knew Emily was right. But the thought of telling Paul, and everyone else, still felt like standing on the edge of a cliff. “Guess I’ll find out soon enough,” you murmured while staring down at your tea. “I just hope you’re right.”
Emily smiled softly, giving your hand one last squeeze. “I’m always right,” she teased. Her voice light. “Now, let’s figure out how you’re going to tell Paul. You’ve got this.”
Just as you were going to ask her how in the hell you’d drop this bomb on him the front door opened loudly, followed by the familiar sound of Paul’s laugh, low and warm, rolling through the house. “We’re back!” Quil called out, clearly in a good mood. Jared muttered something about food and within seconds all three of them were in the kitchen rummaging around for snacks.
You sat frozen at the kitchen table gripping your mug of now-cold tea. Your eyes were glued to the wall like it might have answers to the mess of thoughts tangling in your head. Emily shot you a look that practically screamed, you better handle this soon, before helping the hungry wolves to whatever snack she deemed acceptable.
“Hey,” Paul’s voice broke through the fog. You looked up just as he walked over to you. His usual easy grin faltering slightly as he studied your face. He crouched in front of you, his warm hands resting on your knees. “You okay? You’ve got that look.”
“What look?” you asked. Your voice faltering slightly as you tried to sound normal.
“The one that says you’re either about to cry or punch someone.” He tilted his head. His grin returning. “Hopefully not me.”
You forced a laugh but it came out weak and shaky. “I’m fine. Just tired. You know, the usual.”
Paul narrowed his eyes, clearly unconvinced. His sharp instincts both as a wolf and your imprint meant there was no hiding anything from him for long. “Uh-huh. Sure babe. You’re totally not being weird. Not at all.” He teased lightly.
“I am not!” you shot back too quickly. His brows shot up.
“Okay…” He dragged the word out, standing and looking toward the kitchen where Quil and Jared were now arguing over a loaf of bread. Paul glanced back at you. His concern deepening. “Wanna take a walk? Fresh air might feel good.”
You hesitated. Your pulse roaring in your ears. You couldn’t do this here. Not with Jared and Quil’s supernatural hearing and Emily’s knowing looks. “Yeah,” you muttered finally, standing abruptly. “Let’s go.”
Paul smiled softly and walked behind you as you made your way out of the house. He grabbed his jacket and followed you out the door. The crisp air hit your skin, grounding you slightly as you led him down the gravel path toward the edge of the forest. Paul stayed quiet. His hands stuffed in his pockets as he matched your pace. He didn’t push but you could feel his eyes on you. His quiet presence making your nerves churn even more.
When you finally stopped, he turned to face you. His expression soft but cautious. “Alright then,” he said, leaning back against a tree. His arms crossing over his chest. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting… off since we got back. And don’t tell me it’s nothing because I know you better than that love.”
You fidgeted. Your fingers twisting the hem of your sweater as you avoided his gaze. Your stomach was in knots and the words felt stuck in your throat. “Paul, I… I need to tell you something,” you started. Your voice barely above a whisper.
“Okay,” he said, his tone steady but laced with worry. “Whatever it is, just say it.”
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Instead, you made a strange almost choking sound which made his eyes widen. “Are you okay? It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay.” he said while stepping closer.
“I’m fine!” you said too quickly yet again. Your voice pitching higher than you wanted. “It’s just… this is… ugh!” You threw your hands up while pacing a few steps before spinning back to face him. “You’re going to freak out.”
Paul blinked slowly. His brows knitting together as a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up before babe. What’s going on?” You just had to tell him. Just do it.
You stopped pacing. Your chest tightening as you blurted out, “I’m pregnant.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Paul’s face went blank, his arms dropping to his sides as he stared at you. You felt the blood drain from your face. The panic rising as his lack of reaction stretched on. “Paul?” you whispered. Your voice trembling. “Say something. Please, say something.”
He blinked, his lips parting slightly. “You’re serious?” he asked in a silky soft voice like he was trying to make sure he’d heard you right.
You nodded. Your throat tight. “Yeah. I just found out today. I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to be like this. I wasn’t even sure how I should tell you, because I know we’re young, and everything’s crazy right now, and…”
“Shh,” he said cutting you off gently. He stepped forward completely closing the distance between you. His hands finding your arms as he looked down at you. Those chocolate brown eyes searching yours. “You’re pregnant? We’re… having a baby? Our baby?”
Your heart pounded as you nodded again with tears welling up in your eyes. “Yeah.”
A slow grin spread across his face. It started small but grew until it lit up his whole expression. He laughed softly almost in disbelief and suddenly pulled you into his arms. He held you so tightly you could barely breathe. “You’re serious?” he asked again. His voice muffled against your hair. “We’re having a baby?”
You let out a watery laugh. Your hands clutching at his jacket. “Yeah. We’re having a baby.” You said softly.
Paul pulled back just enough to look at you. His eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite name. “You’re amazing,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I mean it. I can’t even…” He broke off, shaking his head like he couldn’t find the words. “This is crazy, but it’s… it’s amazing. I’m so happy right now,” He grinned before pulling you in for a kiss, “We’re having a baby!”
Tears spilled down your cheeks as a laugh bubbled out of you. “You’re not scared? Or mad?”
“Of course, I’m scared,” he admitted. His hands moving to cradle your face. “But I’m not mad. Never. You’re my world, and now… now we’re building something together. How could I be anything but happy about that?”
You sniffled, leaning into his touch. “Well, I’m glad one of us is confident. Because I was ready to fake my death and disappear into the woods.”
Paul laughed before kissing your forehead softly. “Not a chance. You’re stuck with me, babe. And this kid? They’re going to have the best damn parents in the world.” His hand ran over your abdomen gently.
A small, tentative smile tugged at your lips as you rested your forehead against his neck. “I hope you’re ready to break the news to the pack, though. I can already hear Embry’s jokes.”
Paul’s grin only widened. A glimmer of excitement sparking in his eyes. “We’ve got to tell them.”
Your stomach dropped, and you blinked at him. “Right now?”
“Yes, right now,” he said. His voice filled with conviction. “Why wouldn’t we? This is huge! It’s amazing! They’re going to be so happy for us.”
“Paul,” you said slowly while trying to reel him back in. “We just found out. Don’t you think we should… I don’t know, let it sink in first? Maybe figure out how we’re going to explain this before we say anything?”
But Paul shook his head. His hands framing your face with a tenderness that made your chest ache. “There’s nothing to explain, babe. This is good news. They’re family. They’ll support us no matter what. And if anyone has anything negative to say…” His voice dropped slightly. A spark of protectiveness flaring in his tone. “They’ll have to deal with me. But they’re going to be so excited love. So damn excited.”
You hesitated. Your doubts lingering. “It’s not that simple, Paul. What if they think it’s irresponsible? Or too soon?”
He took your hands, his gaze steady and unwavering. “Look, I know things are messy right now. The timing might not be perfect. But then again, when is it ever? What matters is that this is ours. You, me, and this baby. We’re going to be okay because we have each other.” His voice softened and the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. “I want to celebrate that with the people who care the most about us.”
His sincerity broke through your defenses, and you sighed, nodding reluctantly. “You’re sure?”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything,” he said. His smile warm and full of pride. “You’re carrying our baby. How could I not want to shout it from the rooftops?”
A small laugh slipped out despite yourself. You shook your head at his antics. “Fine. But if this goes sideways, you’re the one dealing with the fallout.”
Paul chuckled, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Deal. Now, let’s go tell them.”
As he led you back toward the house, his excitement practically radiating off him, you still felt a twinge of nerves. But the way he held your hand, so steady and unshakable, made you believe that somehow everything would work out.
The moment you and Paul stepped back into the house. Emily’s eyes flicked to the two of you. Her lips curled into the smallest, most knowing smile. Her gaze lingered on Paul who was still vibrating with energy like he could barely contain himself. She exhaled softly, relief washing over her face.
“He knows, doesn’t he?” she asked you, her voice low enough that only you and Paul could hear.
“Of course, I know,” Paul cut in with his grin so wide it was practically smug. “You really think she could keep something like this from me?” His arm wrapped protectively around your waist. His hand warm against your side as he glanced down at you. “She tried, though. Gotta give her credit.”
Emily’s smile grew. She stepped closer to squeeze your hand. “I’m glad you told him,” she said simply. Her calm steadiness grounded you in a way nothing else could.
Jared and Quil, however, were still oblivious. Quil frowned at Paul. His sandwich frozen halfway to his mouth. “What’s up with you? You look like you just hit the jackpot.”
“Yeah,” Jared added, leaning back against the counter. “You’ve got that weird, smug thing going on. Like you know something we don’t.”
Paul smirked, his fingers flexing slightly on your waist. “Maybe I do.”
Quil rolled his eyes. “You gonna share with the class, or…?”
Paul leaned against the back of the couch looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Let’s wait until everyone’s here,” he said, glancing toward the door. “Don’t wanna repeat myself.”
Jared groaned. “Dude, seriously? You’re such a…”
“Later,” Paul interrupted. His grin growing wider. Jared muttered something under his breath, but Paul didn’t seem to care. His attention stayed on you. His thumb brushing absently along your hip.
By the time Sam and the rest of the pack arrived the room was buzzing with conversation. The pack had settled in, tired but loud as usual, filling the space with their usual chaos. You could feel your nerves creeping back but Paul’s steady presence beside you kept them at bay.
Once the noise quieted enough for him to speak, Paul cleared his throat. All eyes turned toward him. The sudden intensity of his expression silencing even Quil’s usual chatter.
Emily, sipping her tea, shot Paul a look. Silently daring him to be subtle. But Paul being Paul had no plans for subtlety. He straightened while crossing his arms over his chest as he cleared his throat. “Me and Y/N… we’re not just us anymore. We’re adding one.”
The room went silent. All eyes turning toward him. Jared frowned. “What does that even mean?”
Quil looked at you both, confused. “Wait. Did you get a dog? Please tell me it’s a dog.”
Paul smirked, clearly reveling in the suspense. “Nope. Not a dog.”
Embry tilted his head, his brows furrowed. “A cat? Fish? What?”
Paul chuckled, dragging it out just a little longer. “Think bigger.”
Quil’s eyes narrowed and then he gasped. His mouth dropping open. “Oh my God! You’re moving?! Are you leaving the rez?”
Paul groaned before dragging a hand down his face. “No! Not moving, not a pet, not a damn secret stash of food.” He glanced at you. His grin softening slightly and nodded like it was your moment to take over.
And you couldn’t help it. With all their clueless guesses and Paul’s smug antics a laugh bubbled out of you, warm and uncontrollable. Everyone froze, watching you with the most curious eyes and through your laughter, you managed to blurt, “We’re having a baby!”
The room went completely still for a beat, Jared’s apple frozen mid-air as his jaw dropped. Quil looked between you and Paul. His face blank before he finally sputtered, “Wait… like an actual baby?” Even Sam looked a little shell shocked at that news.
“Yes, Quil,” Paul said dryly though his grin betrayed his pride. “An actual baby. Our baby.”
Jared blinked rapidly then burst out laughing, slapping the counter. “Holy shit. You’re serious? Paul Lahote’s gonna be a dad?”
Quil let out a strangled laugh while running a hand through his hair. “Wow. This poor kid’s gonna have your temper, huh? Better hope they get your patience.” He looked at you with a knowing grin.
Sam, who had entered the room halfway through the chaos, finally stepped forward. His expression calm but full of warmth. “That’s great news,” he said simply while clapping Paul on the shoulder before looking at you. “You’re both going to be amazing parents.”
The pack didn’t hold back after that. Quil and Jared immediately started throwing out ridiculous suggestions for baby names while Embry vowed to make the baby a tiny wolf plushie as a first gift. The teasing was relentless, but it was full of love. It was clear that they were genuinely happy for you both. Your earlier nerves vanishing in an instant at their exuberance.
Hours later when the house had quieted and everyone had left, you and Paul found yourselves alone in the dimly lit living room. You curled up against his side. Your head resting on his chest as his arm draped securely around you.
“You know,” you murmured, smiling faintly, “your announcement was terrible.”
Paul laughed. The sound rumbling through his chest. “Terrible? That was brilliant.”
“You had everyone thinking we got a dog,” you teased, tilting your head to look up at him. “I think Quil’s still processing.”
Paul smirked, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Hey, I had to keep them guessing. Besides, you’re the one who cracked under pressure.”
You rolled your eyes but the warmth in his gaze softened your retort. His hand moved to your stomach, resting there gently as he whispered, “We’re really doing this, huh?”
“Yeah,” you said softly. Your voice steady. “We are.”
He pressed a kiss to your temple. His voice low and full of quiet conviction. “It’s gonna be perfect. You, me, and our little one. We’ve got this.”
Paul’s lips brushed against yours, slow and deliberate, grounding you for a fleeting moment. His hand, warm and steady on your stomach, reminded you of the little life you’d just announced to the pack. But the moment his forehead rested against yours the weight of what was coming next crept back in.
Your parents. His parents.
You pulled back slightly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as your heart pounded. “Paul,” you murmured, your voice trembling. “How are we going to tell them? My mom is going to flip, and not in a good way. And your mom…”
“Hey,” Paul interrupted softly, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “Look at me.”
You hesitated but the steady warmth in his eyes drew you in. His grin was softer now, tempered with something deeper. “We’ll tell them the same way we told the pack, together. And if your mom flips, I’ll handle it. I’ll handle all of it. You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
“I don’t know if you’ve met my mom,” you whispered. Your voice wavering as you tried to find humor in the situation. “She’s going to think this is reckless. She’ll probably yell. A lot.”
Paul’s grin widened, and he tipped your chin up with his knuckle before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Then let her yell. I’ll stand there and take it because, at the end of the day, none of that matters. What matters is us and this baby.”
You swallowed hard trying to keep your emotions from bubbling over. “But what if it’s too much? What if they think we’re too young, or not ready, or…”
Paul’s grip on you tightened slightly. His voice cutting through your spiral. “Then I’ll marry you tomorrow,” he said. His tone firm but laced with tenderness. “If that’s what it takes to make them see how serious I am, I’ll do it. Hell, I’ll do it tonight if you want.”
Your breath caught as you stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re not serious.”
“I’m completely serious,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “I love you. I love this baby. And I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re my family now. You’ve always been my family and nothing, not your mom, not mine, not anyone, is going to change that.”
The conviction in his voice broke something loose in your chest. The fear and doubt unraveling as his words sank in. You let out a shaky laugh with tears pricking at your eyes. “You can’t just solve everything by offering to marry me, you know.”
Paul smirked, brushing a tear from your cheek with his thumb. “Maybe not, but it’s a pretty damn good start, isn’t it?”
You laughed again, softer this time, and leaned into him, letting his steady warmth anchor you. “We’ll figure it out,” you murmured more to yourself than him.
“We already are,” he said, his voice low and sure. “One step at a time. And I’m not going anywhere, no matter what. You know that love.”
As his arms tightened around you, you felt it, the certainty he carried, the unwavering belief that you could face anything together. It didn’t erase all your fears, but it made them feel a little smaller, a little more manageable.
And for now, and forever that would be enough.
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Another night, same tune. If you could detach your ears from your head, you definitely would.
He's pacing back and forth and it's making you dizzy.
"A damn vampire," he repeats.
He sounds like a broke record.
It seems as though his intentions are to repeat the words to himself, but the way they echo in the space of your bedroom endorses the performance that he's putting on.
"I know- God, I know she feels something for me."
He goes on like this for a solid twenty minutes, tirading about. He doesn't even notice that you've started getting ready for bed. By the time his arms have slumped at his sides after flailing about like a madman, you've already peeled back your covers and slipped into the comfort of your space.
"Bella this, Bella that," you grumble to yourself.
You sigh. Trying to comfort him simply doesn't work anymore. And as awful as you feel seeing how hurt he is, it pains you even more trying to sleep away the feeling of him not realizing what's in front of him.
"What?" He puts his spiel on hold and your skin burns up.
You open your mouth to speak, then close it, shaking your head.
"I'm tired of this, Jacob. Tired of you hurting over this because how many times does she have to reject you for you to finally take a hint?"
"Did I do something?" he asks earnestly, eyebrows furrowing once his eyes fix on your figure.
Your words hit him like a boulder. He never expected you to speak up, much less be annoyed that he was able to confide in you.
You always lent him a shoulder to lean on...what's going on?
His expression drops even more. You take it as an opportunity to let it all out, staying still in your bed because you're sure that if you get up, things will spiral into something far more than what you wanted.
"I can't do this anymore, Jacob. I care about you. It sucks seeing you beat yourself up over her. It's been years now and I-I can only bear so much. I can't be the one that you keep running to when she gives up on you! Shit, Jacob, you're not the only one that has feelings-"
Easily, your tone grew louder and passionate.
You cut yourself off in an instant, realizing that you've said too much. You shut your eyes in a weak attempt at getting rid of the tears that had glossed over.
His face softens, your words ringing in his ears. He shifts closer to your bed, but you just recoil further into the safety of your bed.
"Just lock my front door when you're ready to go."
Your voice catches him off guard. It's monotonous, yet he picks up on the hint of annoyance that lingers behind.
The room goes still for just a few seconds. Your breathing slows, afraid that it's too loud.
You hike the covers further up your body as if that would somehow make his gaze less intense. He sighs to himself, bidding you a good night before seeing himself out.
You and Jacob had been joined at the hip since the beginning of time. Your parents frequented the reservation and Billy insisted that you join them, learn a thing or two about the tribe.
It was always you, him, and Bella ― the three of you getting into trouble like there was no tomorrow.
As you got older, though, it became more of him and Bella. Just them. You were left on the back burner, becoming the one he turned to when she broke his heart and left him out in the cold for the umpteenth time.
And as much as you hated to welcome him with open arms, you did it. Every single time.
You remained under your covers, breathing slowly. Your skin crawled, itching for just a lick of warmth as these scenes of him pacing and stressing over Bella replayed in your mind.
Fresh tears prickled at your waterlines but the sound of howling, distant in the woods, earned a small chuckle.
You were no stranger to the Quileute wolf tales. You had heard them howling one too many times late into the night.
You scurried out of bed upon realizing that Jacob had left not too long ago, rushing over to dial his place. Billy answered. Your call at this hour was nothing out of the ordinary. Most of the time, you'd call just to check up on them down at the reservation or chat with Jacob if you couldn't sleep.
"I just called 'cause I, um, just heard some wolves in the woods. Jacob just left my house, so I just wanted to make sure he was safe."
You absentmindedly twisted the wire around your finger, waiting for Billy to tell you that he was fine so you'd sleep peacefully.
When he tutted, your heart sank.
"I'm sure he'll be home soon, don't you worry. Go on and get some rest."
You didn't sleep at all. You were just spread across your mattress, staring up at the ceiling. Part of you wanted to call again, to go out and make sure yourself, but your parents would talk your ear off if you left at this hour.
The next day, you called. Over, and over, and over, and over. Either they weren't home or they were purposefully ignoring you and you were praying that it wasn't the latter.
You took it upon yourself to visit the reservation, but when Billy insisted that Jacob was safe, just feeling unwell, your mind went to the worst.
"Did he get attacked? Did-did the wolves hurt him?"
Billy laughed and your eyebrows furrowed. If you didn't respect him, you wouldn't hesitate to ask what the hell was wrong with him.
"He's fine, dear. Just give him some time to rest. I'll make sure that he gives you a call when he's doing better," he nodded, trying his best to assure you that Jacob was fine.
You felt like Jacob now as you circled the space of your bedroom nonstop.
You'd gone through most of the day feeling horrible, feeling as though you should have been there. Your guilt ate away at you, reminding you that your last words to him were ones to get him out of your home.
The night rolled around and nothing from Billy. You had been scribbling away on old pieces of paper, conjuring an apology and just a brief explanation for your actions. You weren't about to give yourself away fully, but if Jacob never wanted to speak to you again, you at least had the peace of knowing that he was made aware of your feelings.
You were probably on your fifteenth sheet of paper, pen hovering over the lines as you tried to formulate the right words. A pebble hitting your window grabbed your attention and you jumped to your feet, rushing over.
Only one person in this town would ever stop by your bedroom window and throw pebbles at it.
"Jacob," you whispered, jaw dropping when you saw him.
He stood just feet below your window with a wolfish grin, sporting a drastic new hair cut and a fresh tattoo.
His eyes were like honey, drinking in the sight of you, but then they hone in even more.
It's like something in him is going off.
His head tilts ever so slightly like a confused puppy. You mistake the shift in his expression for a scowl, but he's simply trying to process what's going on in his mind.
You can see his lips moving as he mumbles to himself.
"Oh my God, there's no way."
He's in complete and utter shock, just standing there.
"Jacob?" Your voice echoes as you push yourself forward, riskily resting on your windowsill. "W-what's going on? What the hell did you do to your hair? I was worried ab-"
"I imprinted," he cuts you off, his face finally softening with a smile when he realizes.
"What?"
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and he shakes his head, laughing.
"Look, I'm gonna show you something and I need you to not freak out."
You feel like he's about to play some bizarre trick on you. He takes a step back, undressing himself in front you.
"Jacob!"
"I'll explain later," he chuckles.
"What the hell are you doing!? People are gonna-"
When he's just in his briefs, he shakes off any jitters before he's transformed into a wolf with a rich brown coat. You stumble back from your window, gasping when he sits there primly.
His name falls from your lips again, this time in disbelief and his head nods off to the side. You're too shocked to say anything else, only a huff of laughter sounding from your mouth.
"Wait, was that...was that you, last night in the woods?"
He puffs his chest proudly, tilting his snout toward the sky before howling into the distance.
"Holy shit."
You're in awe, desperately trying to wrap your mind around it. You look away for just a second and he's shifting back into his human form, eyes gleaming up at you. He motions for you to step back once his clothes are gathered into his arms, jumping about til he's in your room.
The silence is unsettling.
You'd heard of the many legends but never thought for a second that you'd witness it. You had too many questions, but the words "I'm sorry" were first to flee your lips.
He knows what it is that you're apologizing for but he just stays quiet. He doesn't want to think about Bella, doesn't even want to say her name, because after being your best friend for all of these years, he's finally imprinted on you.
"It's okay," he finally speaks up. "I know I’ve been insufferable."
Both of you laugh quietly.
"I just wanna explain something to you, though."
He leads you both over to your bed.
"So, uh,” he sucks in a breath. “Imprinting is something that wolves do when they've found their mate, life partner, or whatever. It's a...primal thing essentially where you're bound to protect whoever you've imprinted on. You don't get to choose, you don't get to change who that person is."
His hands find yours and it catches you off guard. You can feel the intense heat radiating from his skin.
"I wanted it to be the girl that I've had a stupid crush on for God knows how long because," he shakes his head, nothing really coming to his mind as he licks his lips. "I guess it was just familiar."
When his eyes find yours, you feel like you're on fire.
"And I hate myself for not seeing you sooner. Now, it's clear as day. Now I see that you're the one, the one that always picked me up and loved me when it seemed like no one else did. And I am sorry for everything that I put you through."
His leg starts bouncing and his eyes keep flicking back and forth between both of yours. The way they glisten makes you turn into putty.
"And if you'd let me, God I’m hoping you say yes, I'll spend forever, or however long, making it up to you. It's the least I can do."
His voice cracks on his last word and before you can even stop yourself, you're leaning in, closing the distance between you two like your heart depends on it.
His lips are like a furnace on yours but the warmth only draws you in, enveloping every fiber of your being. When you pull away, he looks at you like you've hung each and every one of the stars in the sky above.
Your hand slides around the back of his neck, forehead pressing to his.
"I love you, Jacob,” you start. “But I know I'm never gonna be her. You'd just be here with me, sulking because you didn't get to choose her."
He shakes his head faster than a strike of lightning, eyes desperate as they fall on your face.
"No, no. I promise," he takes your hand that's resting in your lap and places it over his chest. "I won't do that to you ever again. Never."
The warmth radiating from his skin and the thumping of his heartbeat only grow stronger when your eyes close, tears racing down your cheeks.
"How do I know you're not crossing your fingers?" you laugh, wiping your tears with the back of your other hand.
He moves both hands so that they're in front of you, softly taking your face into them.
"For as long as I live, I will spend every breathing moment proving the truth to you. I've waited years for my person and it was worth the wait because it's you. I got the most amazing girl in the world and truthfully, I don't deserve you, but please let me make things right. Let me show you that I want this."
He sees the slight doubts jogging your mind and the part of you that wants to say yes. He sees it all. He won't back down. He never will.
You ease his nerves with the sweetest kiss, lips melting into his. Your hands rest on his forearms, thumbs caressing his skin.
You pull away just enough to murmur "forever" against his lips, both of you smiling into one another like it all finally makes sense, like all of your problems are solved. Like this was about the be the best "forever" of your lives.
a/n: i dunno if this is gonna be a complete flop 😛 i got tew excited and made dividers specifically for this…dk if i’ll use them again LMAO. i was also gonna make this a smut piece but decided against it 🥀
A/N: so, ive entered back into my Twilight era. ive been reading the books this time around and have fallen in love with Jasper unfortunately so here is some really long shitty angst i wrote about him. also, i was watching this show Northern Exposure and got the inspired by it for the whole river fiasco.
Warnings: non? implied smut though, nothing gruesome. also not proof read, sorry.
word count: 5.2K (insane i know hang on for me please)
You sat, legs tucked into your chest, in front of your brightly lit computer screen. Your fingers moving furiously over the keyboard of your laptop, as your tried to distract your brain from the chatter downstairs. Your school assignment for History was long over due, sitting in a discarded pile to the right, and no matter how much you had urged yourself to do it, you just couldn't. The paper was on the civil war, a logistical over view of it and the people who played major factors, and as much as you hated to admit it this would be easier to write if Jasper was still around.
Downstairs, you could hear Edwards laugh ring out, louder then it usually did, and you sighed, finally pulling your attention away from your screen. Annoyance crawled slowly under your skin, as you heard Edward and what sounded like Charlie chatter amongst each other.
Realistically, you had no issue with Edward Cullen, no issue with any of the Cullen's actually. You couldn't find it in your heart to hold animosity towards the clan just because Bella was able to handle a life that you yourself could not.
This "matureness" in the words of Esme Cullen was what kept your heart soft, and you found that the ladder, as well as the fact that you knew Edward was here to see your sister first and foremost kept your annoyance at bay.
You tried so hard to keep the awkwardness from you and Jaspers break up from seeping into the cracks of your sister Bella and Edward's relationship, still being friendly and polite as you had always been when, and even before, you and Jasper had gotten together. But, you couldn't say the same for Edward.
You knew he was just looking out for his non-blood brother, and even if he was friendly to you just as you were with him, it seemed as if he couldn't stop himself from slipping in a few comments abouts Jaspers well doing that were suppose to evoke guilt into you. And for that very reason, for the past 3 weeks of you dumping Jasper, you went into hiding whenever Edward would come around for Bella.
There where many things wrong with you and Jaspers relationship. The most obvious being you were human and he was not. You loved it at first, the thrill of a forbidden love, and if Bella could do it, why couldn't you?
You melted in his soft touch, loved how his southern drawl pulled you in. His kisses tender and sweet as if he was scared to break you, which he was, kept you clinging for more. You loved how intimate you two could be without touch, just soft looks across a room and how your days consisted of being deep within the shadows, private and sacred.
Jasper was crazy for you, in love like never before. Your voice had him wrapped around his finger since day one, and your touch would send him on his knees begging for more. His love for you was just as strong as Edwards for Bella, he would even argue that it was stronger.
The issue was, that when you had first met Jasper he was still trying to control his urge to kill everyone around him. Though, when you two started to get closer, he was more in control then when he first met your sister. But things do not change as easily as they come, and even through out your 4 month relationship, there was a very evident reason why you and Jasper had not gone to the next level.
At first, you were okay with it. Sex was never a priority for you. You, like Jasper, shared a very old school outlook on the topic. But what you didn't enjoy, was that even with kissing, or smelling, or sudden movements, Jasper was on the other side of the room, trying to swallow his desire to bite down on your delicate skin.
He would disappear for weeks on end every month or so. He would never tell you where he was going, or when he was going, you would just wake up one morning and he would be gone. A couple days in you would hear from Bella or one of the Cullen family members that he went to "blow off some steam" but never from Jasper himself.
You use to wait around, over at his house constantly to talk with Esme or Alice, in hopes he would appear. Worried sick to your stomach that something had happened to him. Or you would send him a multitude of text messages that went unresponded, you would loiter around certain classes he had in school, and walk home extra late on some days in hopes that you would see him. Of course, you never did, and his family, as well your own, watched from the side lines in pity.
Though, he would always come back, appearing at your doorstep, or in your room later within the twilight air. He would be soft, and apologize, explain he went away to keep you safe and to protect you. He would get on his knees, literally, and hold your torso into his face, breathing in your scent as if he was addicted to it. This very ritual was the part of the reason you stayed so long, he always came back.
Though the anger and worry soon faded, as time past and his disappearing act become a common occurrence. His apologies fell on deaf ears as you shrugged him off and went on your way after he would appear out of the blue.
This was not the only thing that put a strain on your relationship. You had only lived in forks for a short time, obviously moving back here when Bella did, but you had always loved the summers that came before the move.
Unlike Bella, your summers were filled with amazing memories of swimming down at La Push and helping your dad grill up food as Billy Black and his son would come over. You would spent endless nights running and biking through town, Jacob by your side, playing make-believe through the dense forests and much more.
When you had moved over to Forks permanently, you were a bit sad at first for leaving your mother, but you knew Charlie needed this the most. Your extraverted nature did not diminish in the gloomy town, in fact day one you reunited with Jacob and went down to the Clearwater's home, where you befriended one of your now best friends, Leah Clearwater.
At first, things weren't so hostile, the two opposing sides ignored each other like they always had. But when you and Jasper had made it official, it was obvious tensions started to rise. Jasper hated all your friends, calling them names you don't even want to repeat, and vice versa. At one point it become so bad that you just stopped telling Jasper, or Leah, who you were hanging out with all together as when you did, it felt as if the insults towards the other group and lectures where never ending.
The issues with your relationship, the obvious differences between you and Jasper seemed to start pilling up. And so, you decided maybe it would be best to end it, or at least take a break. You had pulled him aside one night, when you two where at his home, after dinner. He took your actions as a flirty invitation, and pulled you upstairs, kissing your lips. But you pushed him away, and broke the news to him. You wanted to end it.
From all the ways you imagined that Jasper would react, it did not prepare you for the immense turmoil that swept over his features. The man dropped to his knees, almost as if you had stabbed him with a stake through the heart, you had never seen him cry before- and now you saw him groveling at your feet, tears glistening in his eyes. He begged, and pleaded, apologizing for things that he himself could not control. It was almost enough to make you take your words back. almost.
You cried as well, and begged him to stand up, but he refused too. You knew breaking up with him was going to be hard, but you didn't know it was going to be this terrible. You still loved him, you didn't know if you were very not going to love him, but you wanted a normal life. A normal boyfriend, a normal relationship. One where your boyfriend could stand being in the same room as you, where he didn't have to disappear for weeks on end so he didn't do anything unspeakable. You wanted a boyfriend who liked your friends, and vice versa, who you didn't only get to hang out with on rainy days. Where you didn't need to tip toe around whenever you wanted to touch him.
Staying in the shadows was nice while it lasted, but soon your heart yearned and ached to reach out for something more.
In an instant, the ache of the situation washed away, and anger replaced it. Jasper was hurt, you knew it, and you knew how unfair it was to have to leave because of things that he could not control. So, you stood there and let him take out his anger, obviously holding back immensely. you let him yell and curse, only interrupting a few times to put in your input. His accent grew stronger with every word that tumbled out of his mouth, and at one point you didn't even understand him. But when he asked you to leave his house, and to never come back, you understood that plenty.
The tears didn't stop when you left his room, still hearing his swears flying out of his mouth even when you weren't in view anymore. Retreating back downstairs, you felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over you as his whole family, and Bella, sat in the living room, as rigid as a rock. You knew they had heard the whole thing, there was no way they didn't-not with the level of volume that Jasper had yelled at. You swallowed hard, and wiped your face as you turned to look at everyone "I-I'm sorry, i think i have to go now...my dad-" An immense thunderous crash coming from Jaspers room interrupted your string of excuses, and only you and Bella flinched at it, every one else staying perfectly still. Esme just nodded and knowingly she smiled at you, allowing you to leave with no other explanation.
This was about 3 weeks ago, and Jasper had not tried to contact you or swarm you since, which you were surprised about actually, you did assume he was going to track your every move.
Your stomach growled for the 3rd time within the hour and you sighed, looking at the time on the bottom of your computer. The glow read 7pm, and you were starving.
You pushed your chair back and stood up, the chatter downstairs was still evident but you couldn't hide any longer, you just hoped that Edward would leave it be.
You left your room and skipped downstairs, Charlie, Edward and Bella coming into view from the bottom steps. They all looked up as you walked into the room, going straight to the kitchen of the open floor plan. "Hey guys," You said smiling, your dad nodding at you, and Bella and Edward waving.
"Are you getting food?" Charlie asked, as he rose from the reclining chair he was lounging in and walked in behind you. You just hummed, and put some food in the microwave, but before you could turn it on, Bella and Edward where already in the kitchen speaking to you.
"Actually, a few of us were going to go out for food," Edward said casually "why don't you join us? it'll be fun." You turned and eyed him and Bella warily, you did not like where this was going.
Charlie nodded at the idea to show his approval, as he maneuvered around you to put his empty beer bottle in the sink. "Who is 'a few of us'?" You asked suspiciously.
"Us, Rosalie, Emmet, jasper, Alice" Bella said, and you didn't miss how she casually said your ex- boyfriends name. You just shook your head, and looked to your food to start the microwave.
"I don't think so, thanks though" You tried to keep your voice light, but you knew Edward could hear the strain in it with his vampire powers. You're an ass Edward you though, and you knew by Edwards smirk that he could read what you were thinking.
"Are you sure," Bella said "Come on, it'll be fun." You just sighed, and didn't say anything - knowing if you did, something harsh would come out that you didn't really mean.
"I still have to work on my paper, I barley have it started" You say after a long pause, and it wasn't a lie. Charlie looked over and nodded at your words, silently telling you that he approved of you staying home for your school work.
"It's Saturday" Edward commented, in which you just gave him a look and went back to glaring at the whirling microwave.
The minute your food came out, you slipped back upstairs into your room, and went into the solitude of the 4 walls.
For the next 4 hours, you pushed as hard as you could, truly diving into your paper like never before, finally completing it. But, you stilled sighed knowing that even with all the effort you put into the paper, it was going to one of your lowly graded ones. Jasper usually helped you with your history assignments.
Looking at the time, you sighed and spun around in your chair. You doubted Bella was back, in fact you wouldn't be surprised if she spent the night with Edward.
You rose from you seat, thinking that Charlie may be still be awake, hearing the low buzz from the television from downstairs. Old house, thin walls. You can practically hear someone breathe on the other side of the house.
You quietly made your way down the hallway and half way down the stairs, crouching on the step and looking through the railings towards the living room. The room was dark, and the low blue light from the TV illuminated the figure of your sleeping dad, who was sprawled out on his reclining chair.
You sighed, and made your way fully down the stairs and into the living room, turning off the TV and putting a blanket on your dad, who did not stir even a little bit. Seeing him sleep made you decide it was time for bed yourself, with how late it was getting. Quickly getting ready for bed and under your covers, you sighed and closed your eyes, praying you would have a good night sleep.
Your sleep was restless, like it was the past 3 weeks, and you woke up at 5:30 am. You tossed and turned, trying to force yourself to sleep again, but your mind was wide awake and your body was restless, filled with energy.
Rolling out of bed, you shivered as your feet touched your cold laminate flooring. You padded over to your window and peeked behind the curtains.
You were surprised to see that the sky was clear, the ground was not as wet as it was the past couple days, and you wondered if the the sun was going to show its face today. It had just started to slowly rise, the twilight sky turning over to the blue hour. Maybe summer was finally arriving, it was late May after all.
But Forks summers where never as hot as you liked, and the lakes had seaweed bottoms that created muddy puddles around the shore. So even if summer was around the corner, you knew not to get too excited.
Turning your attention away from the weather, you looked towards the front of the house. Charlies cruiser was not in the drive way, you guessed he had already left for work. A bit earlier then usual, but nothing to be alarmed about.
For the next 30 minutes, you went about doing your morning routine. For the past 3 weeks, your morning schedules would consist of you making your bed, eating a good breakfast and trying to get some work in. Whether it be school work, or waiting around for your shift at the diner to start, you always tried to keep yourself occupied, because when you didn't you mind would wander to the uneasy feeling in your core you had since the day you ended things with Jasper.
You knew that the love between you and Jasper was different, you could see the way he looked at you, admiration and infatuation deep in his core. You were so much more then just a girlfriend to him, you knew that and so did everyone around you too. Even if he himself never let the words come out of his mouth, he knew you were what he had been waiting for his whole life. from humanhood to vampire, he was seeking for his mate, and you were finally that.
Of course though, he had yet to tell you this but the rest of the Cullen's knew how easy it was for vampires, like werewolves, to imprint on their loved ones.
Once you had finished your usual routine, you glanced at the clock. It had only been 30 minutes, and the sky outside was still a dusty blue.
Your eyes swept around you room, it was still cold but it reminded you of Jaspers icy skin so you didn't mind much. Hanging on the back of your closet door was your rain coat, and you decided that getting in some movement was not the worst idea.
So, you changed in well fitted jeans, and pulled your coat over your thin PJ Shirt before heading out into the street.
The air was cool and crisp, and burnt your lungs. The lawn still had a thin layer of dew on it and the starting's of shrubs at the edge of the forest trail by the house was also no different.
You didn't walk this trail often, unlike Bella and Edward, only a few times with Jacob or Charlie.
The trail went deep, and winded around trees and fallen trunks. You let your thoughts run wild, hoping that soon they would run out.
Though, they seemed to grow stronger every waking minute and for the first time since the day you left Jaspers house, you felt soft tears prick your eyes. This was a lot harder then you though it would be, but it was the only thing that made sense. You couldn't live your life hiding your loved one from the word, and unlike your sister, the desire to become a vampire yourself was non existent. You loved being human, you loved the fragileness of it, the realness of it, and the beauty of it.
Jasper admired this, but even though you knew he would never want to condemn you to what he believed to be his own personal hell, the thought of you growing old and dying shook him to the core.
This was another issue with your relationship. Talk of the future, kids and homes and white picket fences where truly not something that ever came up. When they did, they were soft and sad and the topic would be hung heavy in the air between you too.
Without knowing it, you had walked so deep in the woods, that the trail had come to an end as the gravel beneath your feet started to thin out. You contemplated turning back and ending your walk, but up ahead a deer stood stunned in its spot, looking at you.
"Oh," You breathed and stopped walking, as the deer stood so still you almost mistook it for a fake "Hello sweetheart" you cooed so softly, and took a very soft, cautious step forward.
The deer's ears perked and you stopped moving, staying in your spot, you sighed and looked around your surroundings. A fallen mossy tree trunk was in between you and the deer, acting as a wall that you knew the deer regarded as a shield. Before you could speak to it again, the deer looked out into the distance of the dense forest before it jumped in it spot and bounded away.
You stood there, a bit stunned at the random event, but paid no mind to it and moved forward to step over the trunk and continue your walk. Deer's were already such jumpy creatures, so you didn't feel an uneasiness from its skittishness and you had to admit the encounter gave you a new sense of calmness that washed over you.
Walking a few feet deeper in the woods, the dirt beneath your feet morphed into wet pebble stone, and looking up you noticed you had come across a small river. It was beautiful, the rocks all different shades of brown and grey covering the bottom.
You sighed, and squatted at the shore carefully so you didn't fall in, and picked up a small twig. You tried to poke a few rocks around, but the river was a lot deeper then you expected, so the stick barely reached. You noted that one day you could come here and swim, it seemed peaceful.
Rising up again, you turned around to leave and almost screamed in surprised.
Jasper was standing father back, still covered by the trees and moss, staring out at you almost sheepishly.
"Jasper- you scared me," You said not really thinking, and Jasper frowned a bit automatically making you feel bad. "What are you doing here" you said softly, and swallowed heavily.
"I'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you" he started and stepped out into the clearing. He looked the same, just a bit more tired, if that was possible. His hair was disheveled and he wore a pair of jeans and his red flannel with his sleeves rolled up showcasing his lean muscles and battle scars. "You didn't come to dinner last night, and well...i just-" He swallowed his tongue, and his accent sent shivers down your body.
You knew vampires didn't eat, not human food at least, so you didn't know why Jasper tried to keep up the charade of the excuse Edward and Bella made last night for Charlies sake. But you supposed that Carslie or Esme did make some thing for Bella to munch on. So maybe it wasn't much of a charade after all.
"Were you following me?" You didn't know if you wanted him to say yes or no, your stomach felt anxious just being in Jaspers presence.
Jasper sighed, and ran his hand through his hair "I just..." The fact that he felt your emotions made it harder for him to think, and he wondered if you would mind if he used his powers to calm you down, but he knew that would most likely not end very well. "I miss you." He spoke softly, and came closer.
"Jasper," you went to protest, pushing down the fact that you missed him too, but as you looked down at you feet you felt a small splash "Oh! My keys!" You groaned as your house keys fell from your coats shallow pocket and into the deep river.
Jasper stepped forward. "I'm sorry." he began like he had threw them in and started to push up his already rolled sleeves higher "Here let me get them"
You looked at him, and shook your head "No, no" You sighed, you could feel a mild headache coming on. "No. I'll get them."
Jasper stood as still as stone, and eyed you, "Are you sure, i don't mind" He said and watched you intently. "This river is glacier fed. It'll be cold." He warned worriedly.
"No it's fine. Its my keys" You huffed, you really did not want help from your ex-boyfriend. That small action would make life so much more complicated then it already was, you just knew it.
You stepped a bit off to the side of the rocks, finding a drier patch before glancing at your ex-boyfriend. He watched you intently, a look you couldn't quite read in his eyes. You took a shaky breath, and slipped off our shoes, then slowly took off your coat.
The keys had fallen deep in the river, and you were so tempted to leave them, but you knew if you didn't get them Jasper would. So you took a shaky breath and bite your lip, slowly taking your first step in the water.
You hissed, not expecting it to be as cold as it was, and you felt the water seep through your socks and the fabric around your ankles, making you feel heavy. The shock send a shiver up your spine, and your breathing become a big rigid.
Your eyes looked down through the clear water and spotted your keys logged between two large rocks, you glanced at Jasper who had not moved a muscle. He stood still, his breath shallow as he watched every move you made. His eyes hade turned dark, a coal black colour. Something about his interaction was strangely intimate and you didn't know if that was the cold water fogging your brain or if it was just the fact that you stood in front of Jasper in a thin white PJ shirt, breathing heavy and practically half of you drenched in water.
Silently, you bent down to put your arm in the water, trying to keep majority of your self dry, straining your neck so your hair wouldn't get wet. Jasper shuffled, and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he held his mouth shut. His jaw was tense, and his fists were balled at his sides.
You fully looked at him, and made eye contact, taking another shaky breath due to the glacier fed river, and tried to get your fingers to grab the keys. Though, they were logged tight, and your fingers only grazed the metal rings the keys sat on. There was no other choice but to go fully in.
Determined, you closed your eyes, and dunked your head into the water. Your fingers wrapped around the keys and tugged hard, pulling them from out between the rocks. Rising up, you gasped for air, and took a moment to reign your senses.
You evened out your breathing, and turned to look at Jasper, who in his shocked stance cracked a small smirk. You pushed your hair from your face as he spoke "who knew you could be so cool" his southern draw made you weak in the knees, and you pulled at your shirt so it wouldn't be as see through.
You couldn't help but smile though, and step out from the water to grab your shoes. You sat on a drier rock, sniffling and wrapping your coat around you to stop any shivering. Jasper watched you, and his heart ached that he couldn't warm you up with his icy cold body.
"I'm sorry..." You spoke after a pause, and Jasper slowly sat down next to you, your thighs touching. The feeling made you sigh, and your head ache seemed to be gone. You couldn't tell if it Jasper was using his powers, or if the icy cold water put you in some type of shock. You decided that his presence was just a comfort, anything else would have been a lie. "I-I hope we can still be friends." You turned your head to look at the stunning man next to you, who was already looking at you with udder admiration.
He just shook his head "I can't just be friends with you."
You sighed, fearing this response. "Why?" Both your voices where low, the sound of the river and other wildlife being the only thing to cause a ruckus.
"I love you too much to...let you go on with your life without me in it," He paused, and you could tell he seemed to hesitate on what he wanted to say. You urged him to go on, slowly nodding and placing your wet hand on top of his knee. "You're my mate. I need you, I can't do-" He gestured around him, but his eyes didn't look away from yours for a second. "This- without you."
A shaky breathe exited your lips. You had heard about mates before when learning about werewolves and vampires from those around you, but you never expected to have one yourself. You guessed though that Edward and Bella- or Rosalie and Emmet where prime examples. But all the examples of mates around you were all one being. Rosalie and Esme with Carslie and Emmet where vampires. Bella wanted to be a vampire. Non of the examples in your life showcased how mates worked with two different species.
"I like being human," You whispered, and let your fingers start to draw circles on Jaspers knee subconsciously. "I can't be who you want me to be."
"I would never ask you to change that." Jasper deadpanned, and he looked eager to show you he wouldn't. You smiled at him, knowing no matter how much he believed that, he would ask you one day. Maybe not tomorrow but 30 years down the line the conversation would come up.
"But you will," You admitted and Jasper shook his head furiously, tears starting to surface in his eyes. He looked desperate to reach out for you. You repeated yourself "But you will- Jasper-" You called his name sternly as a string of 'no's came tumbling from his mouth. "You will." He took a shaky breath and you bit your lip, he couldn't argue with that.
He knew himself, deep down he would bring the idea up once in your life. The thought of you growing old and dying shook him to his core, it was a paralyzing fear. He would beg you to let someone turn you when things started to look a bit to serious with your future. "Then- I..." He struggled to speak, this conversation was not going the way he hoped it would and if he still had a beating heart it would have stopped by now. "I don't know what to do." He said shakily.
You brough your hand off his knee and slowly intertwined your fingers with his, his icy coldness brining some type of comfort to yourself. Jasper sighed, and closed his eye for a brief minute feeling your warm fingers, and you gazed upon your intertwined hands. His thumb drew circles on the back of your hand, and you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder. The sun had fully rose now, and the rays peaked through the trees, falling on Jasper. He didn't care though, there was much more important things on his mind then his sparkling skin.
Your eyes roamed his diamond complexation, watching as a string of rainbows practically bounced off of him. It finally set in then, you two really were different, and you had no idea what you should do. "I don't know either.." You admitted, a comfortable silence falling between the two lovers.
Hope you don't mind a 2nd request your last one was AMAZING!! Could I request the Volturi finding their mate when she stumbles across the castle late at night and they find out she's blind?
THE VOLTURI'S REACTION TO THEIR BLIND MATE
a/n: of course! i don't have any restrictions on how many requests someone can make. as long as you read the post for the request you made, i'm happy to oblige all the requests unless i'm on a break. :) i'm also really glad you liked it! i tried my best to match the scenario according to the characters.
warnings: however, since i'm trying my best to match the scenario according to the characters, there will be angst, dark content, mentions of blood, implied cruelty, toxic relationships, etc. in the movies, the kings have always been cruel. we can already see that from caius's behaviour and how aro was willing to kill his own sister to get marcus to stay, so i'm trying to match a realistic scenario to their personalities. though, the backstories for the three kings will be different since they rarely go outside. also, the casts i choose for heidi, aro and marcus differ from the ones in the movies because i imagine them to look like that, but if you imagine them to look something else, then feel free to just use that idea too.
masterlists & requests: before you go, have a glass of wine or better yet, recommend a good bottle. any kind of message is always a delight.
DEMETRI VOLTURI — THE CASANOVA
Demetri had been strolling around inside the castle after finishing a feeding. He had just returned to Volterra from a tiring mission, but the blood had quickly filled him up. His senses were sharper now, and it didn’t take much for him to hear the faint sound of a heartbeat coming from just outside the castle walls. It wasn’t unusual for humans to lurk nearby, often drawn in by the beauty of the place, but this time, the scent he picked up was different. Sweet and almost too tempting. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to check. Maybe a little snack. When Demetri stepped outside, he saw you standing by the wall, lightly touching the stone with your hand. You didn’t notice him at first, not until he spoke and asked if you were alright. He kept his usual charming tone, assuming you were just another lost tourist who's either clueless or reckless for wandering alone at night. Either way, it was better to lure you in gently.
But then he noticed the walking stick. The way your eyes didn’t quite focus on him, always looking away. And yet, you answered him perfectly, which made it clear you weren’t ignoring him—you just couldn’t seem to see him.
You explained that you had been separated from your friend and ended up wandering here by accident. For a moment, Demetri felt a feeling of pity. He was about to let you go, but that strong and tempting scent still clung to you, even after he had already fed. He’d never met a human who smelled as good as you did.
All these years, Demetri had one of the strongest resistance to blood, and yet here he was. Tempted, even after feeding? It didn’t make sense. Unless, of course... you were his mate.
Demetri wasn’t shocked by the idea of having a blind mate. That part didn’t faze him. What surprised him was having a mate at all. After all his years, all his killings, and yet somehow, fate still decided to bless him with a sweet and beautiful mate like you?
Still unsure if it was real, he escorted you back to town and easily found your friend by following the faint scent left on you. Later, he fed again until he was completely full, just to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating or caught in one of the guards’ illusions. But even then, he couldn’t get you out of his mind.
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FELIX VOLTURI — THE EXECUTIONER
Felix had only stepped outside to get some fresh air after hours of nonstop work. He wasn’t expecting trouble. Just a small walk under the night sky. However, the second he picked up the beat of a human heart near the entrance of Volterra, his senses snapped into high alert. He thought Heidi had made sure no humans were lingering too close to the castle, but clearly, something had slipped past her. And honestly, if someone wandered close enough to be bitten, he wouldn’t complain. The darkness of the night made it easy to get away with things.
He approached casually, expecting some clueless tourist or maybe even a ghost catcher, but when he saw you, he hesitated in his steps. You were standing near the castle walls, lost in your own thoughts, and didn’t react until he spoke. His deep voice startled you, and you jumped back slightly before explaining you’d gotten separated from your friend. As you spoke, he noticed two things—you weren’t looking at him directly, and you held a walking stick. That was quick to stop him. You were blind, and your idiotic friend had let you wander this far at night? That pissed him off more than anything else. He knew humans could be irresponsible, but even this much?
Felix didn’t want to hurt you. He had no orders to bring anyone in tonight, and it wasn’t like you were posing any threat. He could’ve let it end there, but something about you made him linger longer—or more specifically, your scent did. It filled the air, rich and sweet, like it was made just to torture him. He found himself thinking about a conversation Marcus once had with him. Something about recognizing a mate by scent alone. It couldn’t be possible.. right? A blind girl, lost in the dark, wandering too close to the Volturi is his mate?
He didn’t know what to do with that thought. Still, he helped track down your friend and gave them a hard warning not to lose you again. His tone wasn’t harsh, but it was firm enough to make them feel it. Then he walked back to the castle at a normal pace, slower than usual, stuck in his head the whole way. The idea unsettled him more than he cared to admit. If you really were his mate… that meant you were in danger just by being close to him. He was loyal to his clan—the same one that despises humans and maintain laws to keep the peace between the two worlds. If staying away was the only way to protect you from the Volturi, then so be it. Even if it meant not seeing you again.
—
HEIDI VOLTURI — THE SEDUCTRESS
Heidi had just finished closing up the last of the evening tours, going over the schedule for the next day and politely turning away any stragglers who hoped for a late-night visit. Of course, the tours were only a cover, a system maintained carefully to feed Volturi members without raising suspicion. Heidi always made sure to tie up loose ends, checking each human off the list before nightfall. Everything was routine until she caught a scent in the air that made her freeze.
It was sweet, powerful, and impossible to ignore. Her eyes quickly scanned the area and landed on you. You were standing near the castle wall, fingers brushing the stone surface. She moved fast, holding her breath to keep control, and approached with a calm, polite voice, asking if you needed help. You explained you had been separated from your friend and had no idea where you were, but you'd overheard some locals talk about the castle and thought you might find them here. The walking stick didn’t escape her notice, nor did the unfocused way your eyes drifted. Still, none of that mattered to her because for the first time in her long life, she knew exactly what this meant.
Out of everyone in the Volturi, Heidi had always been the one who wanted to find her mate. And now that she had, she didn’t care that you were blind. If anything, she found herself even more protective. But as a vampire who's a part of the Volturi clan, the danger was evident and she couldn’t let the others know about you. Not yet. So she helped you find your friend, her smile warm but her tone sharp when she told them never to leave you alone like that again. Then before she turned to go, she quietly promised you that she will make sure to meet with you again. And those words stayed in your mind long after until you could finally meet her again, as she promised.
—
ARO VOLTURI — THE MANIPULATIVE KING
Aro had the ability to see the memories of a person just by touching them. It was a powerful tool he used to determine who was loyal and who was treacherous, and he never grew bored of it. One night, he requested a late-night snack—something light to quench his thirst before the next proper feeding. Out of curiosity, he asked for someone "innocent" as well, wanting to test whether humans truly could be as pure as they appeared. What he didn’t expect was for one of the guards to bring in someone with the most delectable scent he had encountered in years. You followed behind the guard, holding a walking stick, your head turning gently in every direction, eyes never quite settling but still soft.
When Aro greeted you, you looked confused and asked where you were, then explained that you had gotten separated from your friend and had heard of a nearby castle, hoping they might have come here to find you. All the while, Aro took your hand in his own and looked through your memories. He found joy, kindness, warmth, and something that made his expression brighten with interest. He noticed, too, that your friend had already been among the bodies drained during the morning’s feeding, but he said nothing of it. Instead, he offered you a place to stay in the castle for the time being, claiming it would be safer until your friend returned. In truth, he was intrigued—not just by your scent, but by your mind, your light. And as he continued to touch your hand throughout the conversation, his mood only improved, fascinated by a rare gem like you.
—
CAIUS VOLTURI — THE CRUEL KING
Caius wasn’t particularly hungry, only restless. The kind of restlessness that made him crave control, something to assert his dominance over. So, he requested a late-night offering under the guise of a quick feed, something clean and quiet to satisfy the itch. As always, the guard delivered what he ordered for. The scent that entered the chamber was unexpectedly sweet, enough to catch his attention for a brief moment. Curious despite himself, he turned to look, and then immediately froze.
You stepped into the room carefully, guided only by a walking stick, your head turning at every sound, and your eyes unfocused. There was no fear in you, just confusion as you asked where you were, explaining that you'd gotten separated from your friend and had heard of the nearby castle, hoping for them to be in the castle. Caius didn’t answer. He was too busy trying to make sense of the situation. He looked to you in disbelief, thinking this must be a mistake. But then your scent reached him again—rich, intoxicating, unmistakable. His expression darkened with slow, growing revulsion as he realized the truth that you were his mate.
The very idea repulsed him. Caius, a king among kings, bound by blood to a fragile, blind human who didn’t even know what room she was standing in. Fate, it seemed, was mocking him. He had always valued strength, superiority, control and now this? A weak, wandering soul tethered to him by nature's cruel joke? He didn’t care how kind you might be or how rare your scent was. He saw you only as a liability. A stain on his legacy.
Without a word, he ordered you removed from his presence—unharmed, but unseen. He did not want the others to know. He would not acknowledge it. And yet, as you were led away, the bond was faintly inside him, unwanted and inescapable. He stood there alone in silence, seething, not just at fate, but at himself for feeling anything at all.
—
MARCUS VOLTURI — THE EXHAUSTED KING
Marcus spent most of his time in the library, one of the few places within the castle that offered him any sense of peace. It was the only room in the castle not drowned in screams or dread, and the silence suited him. Aro had long since learned to leave him be during these moments, but Caius remained relentless, always sending in fresh humans under the false disguise of a rare vacation to pressure Marcus to feed—to live, to feel again. He never did. Instead, he gave the humans to the guards stationed at his side, suffering in hunger yet feeling calm in the peace.
That night seemed no different, until he heard the soft tap of a walking stick against the marble of the floors. His gaze rose, mildly curious, only to land on the figure entering behind the guard. You followed obediently, your eyes unfocused and unaware, hand lightly brushing the ancient shelves as if trying to understand the shape of the room. He questioned why you came here, then you explained calmly that you’d been separated from your friend, heard the talks from the locals of a castle nearby, and thought perhaps they had wandered here first. Marcus listened silently, already preparing to dismiss you, but then your scent reached him.
It was soft and pure and quite cruel in its beauty—a scent he hadn't encountered in all his years of mourning. The bond struck immediately, that ancient thread tugging at the remains of a heart he’d tried so long to silence. You were his mate. A blind, mortal girl lost in the castle of monsters—tied to a man who had nothing left to give. He felt the weight of fate settle heavily on him, not with joy, but with sorrow. You didn’t deserve him. You deserved a full life, not a broken one.
He sent the guards away with a quiet order and walked you outside himself, keeping his hand near but never touching. Your friend was already nearby, shouting your name in the distance. Marcus watched your face light up at the sound and felt that pull again, bittersweet and painful. He said nothing as he watched you go, only turning back when the last echo of your steps vanished. For your sake and his own, he hoped that would be the last time you crossed his path, though a strange feeling in his soul told him otherwise.
jacob black x reader ⟢ after several days of silence from jake, you've decided you're going to get some answers — whether he wants to give them to you or not.
angsty new moon au | rated ga | 1.3k wc
no warnings
( in the book, this would be set in like... january? february? idk, still wintertime. i also ran short on time to edit — and this is being posted sooo much later than i wanted today — so i hope it's at least somewhat enjoyable, lol! )
Your heart pounded an anxious rhythm against your ribs as you pulled into the familiar dirt driveway. You didn’t know what to expect, showing up at Jake’s house unannounced, but after days of ignored phone calls and radio silence, you were determined to get some answers.
The rain had picked up on your drive from Forks to La Push, and from the sharp sound of it hitting your windshield, you could tell it had partly turned to ice. Not ready to face the cold, you cranked up the heat as you parked in the spot you’d come to consider yours in the past few weeks, a worn patch of grass right between the main house and Jake’s garage. Both buildings appeared dark and still, except for a lamp glowing golden and soft through one of the house’s front windows. Through the increasingly foggy windshield, you tried to spot his car, to no avail.
Is he even home? What if I drove here for nothing?
“Okay…” you whispered, coaching yourself, concentrating on keeping your next breath steady. “You’re just gonna start by knocking on the door.”
After that? Who knew what would happen. You wanted to yell at him for abandoning you — don’t think of that word- You wanted to cry and pound your fists against his chest because he knew what doing this would mean to you, he knew-
But more than anything, you wanted to understand. You wanted to grab his face and make him look into your eyes and tell you what was going on. You knew he was worried recently, scared of the looks he was getting from Sam, Paul, all the boys who used to be his friends before they changed. Did they get to him when you weren’t around? Did they force him to change, too?
Would the Jake inside that house right now be the Jake you remembered? The one who held you together when he caused you to fall apart?
Would he still be the Jake you needed?
The thought conjured a tempest in your mind. It’s not fair! It’s not fair! The words spun around your head at hurricane-speed and tore your heart to pieces, the fury stronger than any emotion you’d felt in months.
Face flushed, hands shaking, you killed the engine and propelled yourself into the cold, loudly slamming the door behind you, temporarily breaking the peaceful patter of rainfall on the soft earth. The icy drops felt like pinpricks on your overheated skin as you marched up to the front door.
Your knuckles rapped sharply on the old wood. Rudely, you peered through the glass at the top of the door, searching for any sign of movement in the low-lit front room.
It took a minute, but soon you saw Billy approaching the door. He cracked it an inch, just enough for you to see him.
He greeted you by name, then said, “He’s not here right now. I’ll tell him you stopped by.”
“Interesting,” you replied. Your barely-concealed pain caused your voice to shake. “I don’t think I believe you.”
Billy’s mouth pulled into a thin, sad line. “I’m sorry. I’ll let him know you came to see him. Okay?”
You hesitated for one second, two, then you pushed the door open wide and stomped deeper into the house.
“Jacob!” you shouted as you made a line toward his bedroom door. You shoved it open, your eyes darting to his bed to find-
It was empty. Mused, blankets and pillows hanging off the edges of the mattress, but empty.
You turned and marched back down the hall to find Billy making his way toward you, saying something, his voice full of apology. You felt your face crumple into a terrible, heartbroken expression, his words washing over you without really sinking in.
If you couldn’t lay your eyes on Jake soon… you didn’t know if your bruised and battered heart could take it.
“I’m sorry, Billy, I have to find him,” you choked, brushing past him again to break through the front room and trip back out into the cold Washington air.
Your shoes squelched in the mud as you rounded the house, half-running to the garage. You were considering whether you should peek through the windows or just unceremoniously rip open the door when suddenly the choice no longer mattered.
The garage door flew up, revealing the boy you’d been searching for, the boy who held your fragile heart in his hands, whether he wanted it or not. And he looked…
You stopped midway to him, letting your widened eyes understand what they were seeing.
Beyond the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt or shoes in the dead of winter, he was noticeably broader and taller since the last time you saw him. Like he’d gained several years on you in that time. Slowly, he walked toward you, his face pulled into a scowl, his dark eyes unreadable.
“You- you cut your hair. You got a tattoo. And you’re so… Have you been hitting the gym instead of calling me back?” Your voice was too thin and wobbly to let the joke land the right way. You blinked at him, your eyelashes heavy with water, unable to make sense of him.
It was as you feared it would be: the Jake in front of you was intimidating, unfamiliar. Changed.
“Talk to me! I know you heard me pull up, you were just gonna ignore me?”
“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp and cold like the winter rain on your skin. “You should’ve never come.”
You flinched, body aching. “Why are you avoiding me?”
Rather than answering your question, he stopped only inches away from you. You could feel the heat pouring off of his body, and you swayed closer to him as if pulled by gravity. His gaze roved over you before he reached up and held your face in his hands. You shuddered, shocked by the difference in temperature between the two of you.
“Your lips are turning blue,” he murmured. “You need to go home. You can’t be here anymore. It’s not safe.”
“I don’t know what you mean by that, but I know I’m safe with you.”
He shook his head. “You have to leave. I’m not good for you anymore.”
No no no no no no no no no no
Your brain parried his words, and your vision flashed white, erasing his face and all the pity you saw there. All the resignation.
But you wouldn’t let this happen to you again.
Your hands moved of their own accord to find his face and pull him to you. Your mouth sealed over his, your teeth clanking with the force of your kiss. You drank in his surprised gasp; when his arms wrapped around you, the ice encasing your heart melted away. You didn’t notice your wet clothes sticking to your skin anymore, and the sound of the downpour striking the earth might as well have been the pounding of your heart, an all-encompassing roar.
His lips moved against yours with fervor, his warmth soothing your shivers, even though your body ached. You met each of his kisses with a smile, which grew and grew as time slipped away from you.
It had been too long since you felt this good.
His mouth broke from yours, only to laugh against your lips, “I need to get you inside. You’ll catch your death out here.”
Shuddering, you replied, “I’ll be alright,” but when he leaned away from your next kiss, you huffed, “Fine, but you have to explain to me what’s going on.”
His brow wrinkled, worry clouding over his features.
“I’ll do my best,” he promised, and he took your hand and led you toward the garage.
Your stomach clenched at the thought of what might come next, but you knew you had the strength to face it, as long as he was close enough to touch — as long as you could squeeze his hand, and you could feel him squeeze back.
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[Aged up!!! Reader:21 Paul & Jared:22 Sam & Leah:23]
Paul always had shitty luck. His family was broken. His anger issues caused too many problems to count. And he had been in love with you since the day he met you. To top it all off you were Jared's girlfriend. Pretty unlucky, right?
After another turn of fate, the universe curses Paul with the spirit of a wolf. Maybe this time lady luck will bless him with you as his imprint.
Is fate finally on his side?
[couldn’t stop myself from posting lmao sorry, and as always, kinda slow burn bc i can't stfu]
Reader POV
It took all of your strength to tear your eyes off the back of Jared’s head and look at the man guarding him from your view. Paul stood at Jared’s side and was just as adamant in ignoring you. Why won’t they turn around?
“What the fuck have you got to say for yourselves huh?! What’s wrong with you Samuel!” Leah screamed, wrapping her arm protectively around your shoulders. “You taking drugs or something? First you go missing, then these dickheads stop answering our texts, and now you three look like a bunch of gym junkies!!”
Sam’s worried expression hardened into an angry mask as he looked down his nose at her. “It’s none of your business, Leah. We’ve been busy with things much more important than hanging around with a bunch of girls.” he harshly gritted through his clenched jaw. Ouch.
“More important?! Maybe you’ve forgotten, but we are your FRIENDS. We were worried sick about you!” Leah shot back, poking her head around Sam’s side, “And don’t get me started on you, fuckwits! I’ve been doing my best to stop Y/N from going crazy for TWO WEEKS!”
The pair of them stopped breathing and turned to look at each other. Seeing Jared’s side profile, and how it had sharpened in such a short amount of time, was painful for you to accept. He was noticeably taller, his soft jawline had been carved into an angular square, and his eyes had hardened. The look of worry on his face confused you. He’s the one that ghosted me, and now he’s hurt? Your boyfriend looked like a different person - and maybe he was.
“Paul, I’m not surprised you’re being as cruel as ever, but you Jared… you’re honestly a disappointment.” Leah said with a disgusted tone.
Still, he refused to turn around. Still, he refused to speak.
Your body shook with sobs as you looked at the three boys you once thought were your friends. Is this really how it’s going to end? “You need to leave. I’m sorry, Y/N”, was all Sam could say in the face of your heartbreak. You couldn’t believe this was happening, not until you heard it from Jared himself.
“Jared?” You whispered, hurt seeping through your little voice. “W-why won’t you even look at me. Did I do something wrong?” You walked out of Leah’s comforting grasp, and reached around Sam to grab Jared’s warm bicep. The muscle tightened under your fingers and the sheer size of it shocked you. His head dropped as he took shaky breaths.
“Baby… I’m sorry.” His deep voice sent a wave of comfort through you; even if what he said cut you deep. “Please, please look at me, Jar” you begged. At this point, if you had to crawl through broken glass to see his beautiful smile again you would do it.
His head shot up and he turned to Sam. After a minute of silence, the older man gave a slight nod and Jared turned warily towards you. Paul grabbed his shoulder and the two exchanged a look of solidarity. What the fuck is happening?! Your mind was reeling with confusion and pain.
Finally, his eyes slowly raked up your body and locked with your watery pupils. He stood so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, as he searched your gaze for what felt like eternity before he let out a defeated sigh. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t want it to end like this -“ No no no no no!
You saw red. Weeks of worrying about your boyfriend has led to this - a public break up in front of the only friends you had. “What?! So you’re serious? Are… are you breaking up with me?”, you cut him off, angry sobs spilling from your lips. He flinched back as if you’d slapped him; and you wished you had. “It’s not working out. I’ve had some time to myself and I-I don’t think we’re right for each other.” He whispered.
Throwing your hands onto his pecs, you felt your world falling apart. “What did I do wrong? I gave you everything I have! I thought you loved me.”You cried, pounding his chest with your weak fists. You knew this was pathetic, but your heart had been ripped out and drowned in the ocean behind you. All you could do was cry and beg. You had nothing left.
“I will always love you.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and removing himself from your desperate grip.
Leah pulled you back protectively cocooning you in her arms, “You’re a real piece of shit, Jared Cameron.” She growled at your now ex-boyfriend.
“Why don’t you two run along now, we’ve got plans.” Sam said in a polite tone that was ruined by his snarled expression.
Jared turned to run down the beach and Sam followed suit. You stood in Leah’s arms, watching your life walk away from you. A deep breath beside you reminded you that Paul hadn’t left yet. Is he here to gloat? To rub it in that I’m not good enough?
You were ready to shout in his face - scream to the high heavens about how this was all his fault - when your throat closed. His dark eyes shone with a warmth so bright it could fill the cracks of your broken heart. You completely forgot why you were even standing on the beach in the first place. The only clear thought you could understand was a single sentence floating through your mind.
Oh my god… he’s beautiful.
The earth below you fell away and all you saw was Paul. His tall tanned physique, the curve of his thin lips, the shape of his adoring eyes. You took in every feature that made up his frame, and drank it in like you’d never seen him before.
Looking at Paul Lahote felt like coming home.
What the FUCK is happening to me!
Paul POV
Hearing the way you broke down as Jared left was the worst sound Paul had ever heard. You had been living through hell without Jared and now he’d left you with the weakest of excuses. Paul knew his friend was forced into doing this and he was going to suffer for months after this; but that didn’t make it any easier to hear your beautiful voice begging for him to stay.
Sam’s harsh words probably didn’t help the situation either, but he really was just trying to keep you girls safe.
Leah stared daggers through Paul’s head and it was clear his presence wasn’t welcome. He knew he should leave but the howling cries of his wolf forced him to stay. Mine! MINE! the gravely voice in his head demanded.
Mine? Paul questioned. And before he knew it, the most mouthwatering smell known to man washed over him. The wind had picked up along the shore and a gust of your sweet scent rippled through his senses. He took a deep breath and savoured the way it calmed his wolf. Holy shit!
You pulled your eyes away from Jared’s retreating form and turned to Paul with a wildly angry look. She’s so hot when she’s angry, he thought to himself and his wolf happily agreed.
Then it happened.
Your pupils dilated and your face melted into a look of mesmerised affection. Paul thought he was dreaming. His soul pulled forward in his chest and reached for you like long lost lovers. The sound of your heartbeat echoed through Paul’s head as every loose thread in his life wrapped around you. The way your eyes took him in filled his wolf with pride - he made a point to puff out his chest and tense every muscle he owned. Paul would’ve spent a century here in comfortable silence with you, but life never did work in his favor.
A look of panic and confusion formed on your face and you turned to Leah. “We will be leaving now” Leah snapped, forcing your hand into hers and dragging you down the beach. NO!
A low growl sounded through Paul’s teeth as he reached to keep you close. You flinched away from him but kept intense eye contact as Leah continued to walk you off the beach. He knew you weren’t in the right place to accept what happened, but he thought surely you would’ve fought to stay by his side… at least for a few more minutes.
Paul was going crazy, split down the middle with mixed emotions. The man wanted to laugh and shout with joy that you were finally his. The wolf wanted to sink his teeth into the next person he saw - his imprint had just walked away without a single word.
In mere seconds, Paul ran for the trees and phased. Bursting through his human skin, the visions of you played through his mind on repeat. SHE’S MINE! Y/N IS MINE!!! he happily shouted through the empty pack mind. Sharing a brain with his friends wasn’t a great perk of being a shifter and Paul was grateful to be stuck on solo patrol for once. Howls of joy rang through the forest as he bounded towards your house.
The pull of the imprint bond was like his own navigation system leading him to you. Paul had always been drawn to you, and now he knew you would feel it too. As your backyard came into view, he sunk to the forest floor and watched your window for signs of life. The heartbeats coming from upstairs told him that you and Leah had made it home safe.
“Lee Lee… did Paul feel different to you?” your voice traveled through your bedroom window and Paul’s ears perked up. She’s thinking about me!
“Same as always hun, don’t worry about him. Fucker probably made Jared break up with you” Leah bitterly remarked. DID NOT! he growled to himself. You let out a surprised gasp, “oh right. I kinda forgot about that…”
“What? You forgot that Paul’s a jerk, or that Jared broke up with you?” Leah Joked.
“Um, honestly both.” You said in a dazed voice. Paul scoffed at the thought that he was a jerk but continued listening. She forgot about Jared? Shit, maybe this imprint thing really is strong.
“What?! Y/N you’re not going into shock are you? You’re taking this whole breakup thing a lot better than I thought you would. I mean you were screaming and crying, but the second Jared left you were like, completely fine.” Leah asked as you both walked downstairs.
“I don’t know Lee, I might be crazy but something happened with Paul,” You admitted and Paul held his breath, “When I looked at him I felt like I saw his soul. Like every piece of him was on show. And now I say it out loud I think I’m definitely going crazy!”
Paul felt your panic in his own chest as you spiralled. The two of you stepped out onto the back porch and the grey wolf sighed in relief seeing your beautiful face glowing in the sunlight.
“Calm down, it’s ok! Jared completely fucked you over, I’m sure you’re just confused right now and definitely haven’t processed it, babe.” Leah reassured you.
“I think you’re right. I just can’t stop thinking about Paul. My brains probably trying to distract me from Jared but honestly girl, I felt like I was being pulled towards him. It was SUPER weird” You said, dropping down onto the back stairs.
He could tell you were deep in thought as you ignored everything that came out of Leah’s mouth. Cutting her off mid-sentence you asked, “Lee… do you think Paul really does hate me?” Oh my god please Leah, please say something nice! Tell her she’s wrong!!!
“Paul hates practically everything, but honestly I’ve never seen him be rude to anyone like he is to you. It’s like you pissed in his rain boots or something.” She said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You sighed and nodded quietly.
LEAH CLEARWATER I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! Paul couldn’t stop the furious bark he let out - Leah was ruining his chances before he even made a move.
Paul stayed flat on his stomach, watching you closely for another hour before he had to return to patrolling. Leaving you with his heart, he silently promised to prove you wrong. There was nothing in this life that he cared about more than you. He would do everything he could to see you as soon as possible.
