#twilight wolf pack

[twilightt-fantasy]

safe space [p. lahote]

description: hey!! i was wondering if u would write a request for paul with a reader who’s soft spoken and like the complete opposite of him sharing a sweet moment or two. i love your blog btw!!!

requested by: anon

warnings: none

thank you sm!!! i hope you enjoy!! :)

the pan in front of her sizzled as she placed another piece of chicken in it to cook. the air was filled with delicious aromas as she continued preparing dinner for her and her imprint, paul lahote. paul’s imprint loved cooking, having spent a lot of her time in the kitchen with her mother when she was little.

paul was due home from his patrol at anytime. it took some getting used to - finding out that he was a shifter and that he had to split his time between her and the pack - but now his imprint was well adversed to her new lifestyle. she loved the pack and the other imprintees.

when the rest of the pack met paul’s imprint, they were all surprised to say the least. compared to paul, his imprint was much quieter, soft spoken and slow to anger. she often liked to sit back and soak in the conversations around her, only piping in quietly here or there. paul, on the other hand, was rowdy. he had a short temper, a great sense of humor and was always ready to throw out a quick quip to another pack member.

she enjoyed being around them all - really, she did - but nothing compared to the quiet moments her and paul shared.

as she flipped the chicken around in the pan, she could hear the quiet click of the front door. she smiled to herself, knowing that paul was finally home with her again. his warm arms wrapped around her middle just a moment later and he nuzzled his face into her neck, pressing small kisses against her skin as he did. “hello beautiful. smells good in here.”

“hello, thanks.” she murmured back at him, placing the fork back on the plate beside her before turning in paul’s arms and wrapping her own arms around his neck. she rolled on her tiptoes, pressing a small kiss to his lips before dropping back down. “how was your day?”

“long, uneventful.” he huffed before his lips curved into a wicked smirk. “but much better now that i’m here with you.”

she couldn’t help but giggle as he leaned forward to pepper kisses all over her face and neck. “always such a flirt, paul.”

“only for you.” he teased back, finally ending his assault to look over her shoulder. “dinner almost done?”

“yeah, just. have to finish the sauce and throw it all together.”

paul hummed, leaning forward to press another, lingering kiss to his imprint’s lips. “i’m gonna go shower. i’ll be quick, then i’m yours for the rest of the night.”

“sounds perfect.” she grinned back, squeezing paul once more before letting him pull away. she watched him go, swatting at his back and laughing at his offended cry before she turned back around to finish their dinner.

[wolfkissesxoxo]

𝒮ethClearwater x reader

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summary ◠ Seth walks you home after a long day at the beach, and somewhere between damp sand, shy smiles, and his too-big hoodie, the night turns into something you’ll keep folded in your heart for a long time.

warnings 　pure fluff, shy feelings, hand holding, soft kissing, Seth being an absolute sweetheart

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The beach was colder after sunset.

Not freezing, exactly. Just cold enough that the wind kept sneaking under your sleeves and making you tuck your chin down, pretending you were fine when you very much were not.

Seth noticed, of course.

He always noticed things like that.

“You’re cold,” he said, walking beside you with his hands shoved into the pocket of his hoodie.

“I’m not.”

He gave you a look.

It was not a very intimidating look. Seth Clearwater trying to look serious was kind of like a puppy trying to guard a castle. Sweet, earnest, and completely impossible to take seriously.

“You’re doing that thing,” he said.

“What thing?”

He smiled, just barely. “Where you pretend you’re not cold, but your shoulders are basically touching your ears.”

You huffed and looked away toward the water. The tide was moving in dark silver sheets, folding over itself again and again. Everyone else was still farther down the beach near the fire, their voices carrying in pieces through the wind. Laughter. Someone complaining about sand in their shoes. Embry being too loud about something that probably wasn’t that funny.

You and Seth had drifted away without really meaning to.

Or maybe you had meant to.

Maybe he had too.

“I’m fine,” you said, quieter this time.

Seth didn’t argue. He just pulled off his hoodie.

You turned your head so fast you almost tripped. “Seth, no.”

“What?”

“You’ll be cold.”

He laughed under his breath, all soft and boyish. “I run hot, remember?”

“That’s not fair. You can’t use the werewolf thing every time you want to win.”

“I can, actually.” He held the hoodie out to you, sleeves dangling. “It’s kind of my only advantage.”

You tried not to smile.

You failed.

The hoodie was warm when you took it, the inside holding onto him like it didn’t want to let go. It smelled like laundry soap, smoke from the fire, and something that was just Seth. Clean and warm and a little wild around the edges.

You pulled it over your head, and it swallowed you almost immediately.

Seth stared for half a second too long.

Then he looked away.

You caught it.

Your face went warm. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Seth.”

“Nothing,” he said again, but he was smiling now, staring hard at the sand like it had suddenly become very interesting. “It just looks better on you.”

Your heart did something embarrassing.

A tiny, traitorous little jump.

You tugged the sleeves over your hands. “You say stuff like that and then act all innocent.”

“I am innocent.”

“You are not.”

“I am,” he insisted, grinning now. “I’m literally the nicest person here.”

“That doesn’t mean innocent.”

He seemed to think about that, then nodded slowly. “Okay. Fair.”

You laughed, and Seth looked over at you like he had been waiting for that sound all day.

That was the thing about him.

He looked at you like small things mattered.

Like your laugh was something worth earning. Like your silence was something worth sitting with. Like your bad moods didn’t scare him off, and your good moods made the whole world tilt brighter.

You kept walking together, leaving soft prints in the damp sand. The sky was bruised purple, clouds dragging low over the water. Seth walked close enough that your shoulders bumped every now and then, and every time it happened, neither of you moved away.

Eventually, the beach path curved up toward the road.

Your house wasn’t far from there. Not really.

But Seth slowed down anyway.

“So,” he said.

“So.”

He glanced at you, then away. “I can walk you the rest of the way.”

“You already are.”

“I mean all the way. Like to your porch.”

You raised an eyebrow. “My porch is very dangerous.”

“Exactly. You never know.” His voice dropped into an exaggerated whisper. “There could be raccoons.”

“Oh no.”

“Mean ones.”

“Terrifying.”

“With little hands.”

You burst out laughing, and Seth smiled so wide that his eyes crinkled.

“See?” he said. “You need protection.”

“From raccoons?”

“From raccoons. From uneven sidewalks. From, I don’t know, spooky wind.”

“Spooky wind?”

“It’s a thing.”

“It is not.”

“It could be.”

You shook your head, but you let him walk you home.

Of course you did.

The road was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every little sound feel closer. The crunch of gravel under your shoes. The whisper of trees shifting in the dark. Seth’s breath when he laughed softly at his own dumb jokes.

At some point, your hand brushed his.

Neither of you said anything.

Then it happened again.

And again.

The third time, Seth’s fingers curled around yours.

Careful. Warm. Asking without words.

You looked down.

His hand was much warmer than yours. Bigger too, though he held you so gently it made your chest ache a little.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded, but your voice came out soft. “Yeah.”

His thumb moved once over your knuckles.

Just once.

It was enough to make you forget what walking was supposed to feel like.

For a while, you both stayed quiet. Not awkward quiet. The good kind. The kind that settled around you like a blanket.

When your house finally came into view, porch light glowing honey-yellow through the dark, you almost felt disappointed.

Seth stopped at the bottom step.

You turned to face him, still wearing his hoodie, your hand still in his.

“You made it,” he said.

“Thanks to you. The raccoons didn’t stand a chance.”

He smiled, but it was softer now. Nervous around the edges.

The porch light caught on his face, all warm brown eyes and wind-messy hair. He looked younger when he was nervous. Not in a bad way. Just honest. Like every feeling he had showed up on his face before he could hide it.

“I should probably let you go inside,” he said.

“Probably.”

Neither of you moved.

His fingers squeezed yours once, barely there.

“I don’t really want to,” he admitted.

The words were so simple, but they landed right in the middle of you.

You looked down at your shoes, smiling like you couldn’t help it. “Then don’t yet.”

Seth went still.

Then his smile came back, slow and bright, like sunrise trying to be quiet.

“Okay,” he said.

You sat together on the porch steps.

Not talking much.

Just sitting.

Your shoulder leaned into his, and after a moment, his head tipped lightly against yours. His warmth soaked through the hoodie, through the cold night, through every nervous little thought you had been trying to ignore.

“You know,” he said after a while, “I really like when you’re around.”

You stared at the dark yard, your heart thumping. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “Like… a lot.”

There was no teasing in his voice now.

No joke tucked behind it.

Just Seth.

Sweet, nervous Seth, putting his heart down between you like something fragile.

You turned your head. He was already looking at you.

For a second, neither of you breathed right.

Then you leaned in.

It was barely a kiss at first. Soft and shy, just a little press of your lips against his. Seth froze for half a heartbeat, and you almost pulled away.

Then his hand found yours again.

He kissed you back gently, like he was afraid of doing it wrong, like he wanted to remember every single second.

When you pulled away, his eyes stayed closed for a moment.

Then he opened them and gave you the smallest, most dazed smile.

“Oh,” he whispered.

You laughed, covering your face with the sleeve of his hoodie. “Don’t say it like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, laughing too. “I just… wow.”

“Wow?”

“Yeah.” His cheeks were pink. “Definitely wow.”

You nudged him with your shoulder. “You’re so embarrassing.”

“I know.” He looked very pleased about it. “But you kissed me, so I think you like embarrassing.”

You tried to glare at him.

It did not work.

He smiled at you, soft and proud and still a little stunned.

The porch light hummed above you. The night moved gently around the house. Somewhere far away, the ocean kept breathing against the shore.

And Seth, still holding your hand, leaned a little closer.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked.

Your heart folded itself into something small and glowing.

You nodded.

This time, when he kissed you, he smiled halfway through.

And you knew, even before the night ended, that you were going to think about it for a long time.

Maybe forever.

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[paullahoteslittleangel]

[vhygoxo]

Twilight New Age

After inheriting her grandparents house in the Quileute reservation, La Push, Y/N moves to her home rez. Hoping to start a new life she is soon involved with what she thought were just old legends.

Paul Lahote x Reader

Romance | Fantasy | Drama | Angst

CHAPTER 1

>> CHP 2

Y/N did not expect her life to turn out the way it has. She led a normal life, as normal one can be, at the age of twenty one. Like most her age she was confused on what she wanted in life. What she knew was she wanted to be an artist. That’s something she always knew.

At the start of the year her grandfather Quil Ateara III passed unexpectedly. It was a huge loss for not only her family but the community of La Push. Y/n’s home reservation, where her grandfather had served on council for many years, a well respected elder.

As If any of it wasn’t enough for y/n the family decided to read his will. Discovering he had left her with the estate and property under her name. Yet it was never brought it up to her in their many visits. Shocking the whole family it caused an uproar.

Her own mother was surprised at this news. Everyone figured he’d leave everything to at least one of his children. Her grandmother Molly was the only one not surprised. Instead she ensured that y/n would move in by the end of the season. And that no one could argue since it was her husbands will.

Even if it was passed onto her mother, or her many uncles and aunts, no one wanted to uproot their lives to live in the house. In fact the family was ready and planning to sell the house. Deciding to split the money between everyone and cut their losses on the property. But her grandparents wouldn’t have any of it happen.

And so it was y/n was on her way to her “new” house. Her grandmother Molly had already moved in to her sisters home. As a way of keeping an eye on each other now that they’re both older.

For y/n it was all so fast but an opportunity would never come like this again. For she had been desperate for a place on her own. A studio apartment wasn’t an ideal space for someone who loved, well, space.

It was a three story house with a wrap around porch. Fit with five bedrooms and one bathroom. As she drove y/n thought of how expensive and difficult it could get to maintain such a house. But she figured she’d at least try before trying to get a roommate.

Although it was all new and quite stressful to think of. Y/n was excited to be back in her beloved home of La Push. She had only visited a few times throughout each year. And as of late she hadn’t been around much with life catching up to her.

Driving down the same old roads she couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. How many summers she spent here and what good memories were made. The scenery was always something y/n favoured especially the tall beautiful pine trees.

Despite the constant downpour of rain it made y/n happy. Even just the smell of rain and dirt made her smile. It was a moment y/n wanted to savour for herself, entering the reservation, it felt like she never left.

The road was wet from soft rain throughout the day. The clouds blocking the sun from shining. Looking at the sides of the road the hairs on her neck suddenly spiked. A weird feeling in her gut began to twist and turn.

As she looked on each sides of the road it felt eerie. Although she drove down familiar roads it didn’t feel right. As if there were eyes peering a hole in the back of her neck. Rubbing the spot in comfort she tried shaking off the unsettling feeling.

After all she was stressed and tired after a long drive she convinced herself. Upon seeing the house she was relieved. Her grandma was supposed to be here before her. But her car wasn’t parked in the driveway.

Parked in the car y/n sat awaiting for either the eerie feeling to go away or for her grandmother to arrive. As she sat and decided, she noticed in the window stacks of boxes, she had sent her stuff beforehand. With the help of her cousins they moved everything inside.

Impatient and no longer anxious she got out of the car. The property has a clear and neat tree line. The backyard was a huge open field filled with wild flowers. Although at the moment it was still too early in the spring for such flowers. The field sat in colours of yellows and browns.

Y/n searched around the area in case of anything. Taking a short moment to look. With nothing around she headed inside. Deciding to unpack until her grandma arrived. She grabbed the rest of her belongings from the trunk.

Sure enough It didn’t take long for her grandma to pull up in the driveway. As y/n headed outside to meet her she felt even more relief. Seeing the soft smile on her grandma’s face brought her comfort.

“My girl! You’re finally home” she said into her neck as they hugged tightly. “Yep! Finally home for good” y/n replied holding onto her grandmothers hands. The two headed inside to catch up with one another.

Her grandmother Molly and her were always close no matter the distance. In times of need she always called her for advice. To be living more close to her was a blessing in itself.

“I would’ve been here long time ago but I had a meeting. It ran longer than it was supposed to” Grandma Molly took her grandfathers place on council once he passed. As she felt it was her responsibility to him and the community. The people had also unanimously agreed for her to take the position.

“It’s alright grandma it gave me extra time to unpack” which was mainly just her clothes. Scanning the room over the endless boxes her grandma fussed over y/n.

“There’s plenty of time for you to do that. Now that you’re home” her grandma smiled warmly once more. “You’re right but it’s just I need groceries” y/n replied as she looked around the fridge.

“I left you plenty of dry goods in the cabinets. But I took what was in the fridge and freezer. I figured we’d go now and shop for something more fresh” y/n wasn’t surprised at her grandmas smart and thoughtful thinking.

Agreeing the two stepped out of the house. Only to be met with the arrival of her cousin Quil Ateara V. Pulling up in his black truck he wore a cheeky grin. Immediately he stepped out and rushed in for a hug.

Quil was another one of her cousins she grew up close with. Besides herself Quil was close with their grandparents. Majority of the family relied on Quil and his help. It comforted y/n to know she’d see him more often now.

“Good to see you sis” he said as the two pulled away from each other. “You too! I was gonna text you but I’m glad to see you! I’ve been meaning to thank you for the help. Moving the furniture for me was a huge help for real”

“Easy work. If you need anything just let me know” Quil was always cocky and loved to tease. He could be serious when needed to. It was something y/n somehow missed in their time apart. Although she knew that behaviour was bound to wear on her. For now she was enjoying the moment.

“We were just going into town. What are you up to?” Grandma Molly asked Quil. Shrugging his shoulders he replied “Not much just about to stop in at the house. Wanted to see if this girl was home yet or not” he smiled as he nudged y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n smiled before an idea popped into her head. “How about the three of us eat dinner? On me? I’m famished and I do owe the both of you” she replied as the two agreed. “You don’t owe us anything we’re family” Grandma Molly assured y/n as the two walked to the car. “But I will take you on that offer” she joked making the other two laugh.

“Well I have my truck so I’ll meet you girls where?” Quil asked whilst twirling his keys. The three threw out suggestions. Grandma Molly and Quil ended up squabbling over which place to eat.

“How about Carver’s? Y’know I haven’t been there in ages” y/n suggested trying to end the arguments. It worked as everyone agreed. Y/n and her grandma went together as Quil followed in his truck behind. The drive was short but eventful. As grandma Molly continued to give her an update on everyone in the reserve.

Somewhere behind them Quil had veered off the path. But y/n knew he would eventually come behind. Vouching to get a table without him until he came the two headed inside. As y/n held the door open for her grandmother, before she could enter, a man rushed to hold open the door.

“Here I got it” the man said, he stood tall way over six feet and was obviously Quileute, despite cold weather he wore only a long sleeve shirt. Y/n briefly looked at him before a surprise walked through the door.

“Y/n? Grandma Molly? Oh my god! It is true you’re finally home!” Out rushing was her cousin Kim Conweller. She grew up with her close, the two were always together, but recent years they’ve been in and out of touch. The bond between them has never faded.

Growing up Kim, Quil, and y/n were close as a trio. They were the eldest out of their cousins. It had been awhile since the three of them were under one roof. Y/n felt overjoyed at her so far warm welcomes from everyone she’s seen.

The two hugged tightly albeit y/n was surprised. “Kim! Hi yes I’m home for good now! I’m glad to run into you” she smiled as Kim gushed. “Grandma here told me a few weeks ago you were moving down. I wasn’t sure if you actually were but here you are!” Kim gushed with a bright smile.

Y/n smiled back before looking up at the man who held the door. Who stared down at y/n, with curious eyes, it felt like the two somehow knew each other. Kim took notice and nervously laughed clutching onto his arm.

“Sorry y/n you caught me off guard. This is my boyfriend Jared Cameron and this is my cousin y/n“ Kim introduced the two as Jared reached out for a handshake. When she did he wore a welcoming grin holding a firm grip on her hand. It was almost like it burned to touch him with how warm he was y/n thought.

She had heard of Kim speak of Jared when they talked. Even when he was nothing more than a high school crush to Kim. But y/n never knew anything more than his name and who his family was. She has always been curious as to who he really was.

“Great to meet you y/n I heard a lot about you from Kim” Jared said as he stood beside Kim. Making y/n look at Kim with an eyebrow raised. “Hopefully she didn’t say too much” she joked as the rest of them laughed slightly.

Before Kim answered she gave a quick glance to Jared. Then with a bright smile she replied “Of course not! I’ve just been excited to know you’re back home. It’ll be nice to have a close girlfriend around” Kim said as it was true.

Y/n was the only girl she knew who was into feminine interests. Such as beauty, fashion, and everything in between. When these two meet it was always a blast.

“Yeah me too I’m glad to have seen you Kim. You should stop by the house this week. Once I get more settled in” y/n offered. After all it’d be great to have a visitor or a helper to unpack. It’s been long enough since it was just the two of them.

“Yeah of course just send me a text. Well we better get going it looks like we’re holding up the door here” Kim said as more people pulled up to eat at the diner. As they all started to leave Quil finally arrived. As he got out of the car he rushed up to the group.

“Hey bro” Quil said as he walked up to greet Jared. Who wore a smile bright as Kim’s when they briefly hugged. “Hey~, I’ll see you at the house, alright?” Was all that was exchanged as Quil gave a nod in response. The couple leaving in Jared’s truck.

‘Wait what house?’ Y/n thought as Quil ushered them inside. Sitting down it was a quaint dinner between the three of them. It felt familiar and refreshing for the three of them. The last few months darkened by the death of Quil Atera III.

The three talked about everything going on in each others lives. How their grandma worried about them and their future. Willing to help in anyway she can. Quil’s silly jokes and stories entertained them throughout the evening.

Finishing up their dinner they got it ready to take home. As it was getting dark Quil offered to take their grandmother home. Quil said “You need to catch up on your rest sis. Really it’s no problem” y/n knew she couldn’t argue.

As she looked up ready to leave she seen two people coming through the door. First to walk in was a girl with long soft auburn curls, skin that was beautifully pale and somehow glowing, her features were delicate and pretty.

Her beauty took the breath away from y/n. For she didn’t look like she was real more like a doll. It was hard to believe someone could look so ethereal.

Behind her came a tall man with broad shoulders. He was also tall dark and handsome, another obvious Quileute man, wearing a leather jacket. The two gave off such a powerful impression it was almost unreal as they stood together. His eyes were fierce but dark as he looked over at their table.

Quil took notice from the look y/n had on her face. Turning around his heart dropped into his stomach. The two men looked at one another with disbelief. “Jacob” he said rising from his chair, this earned a smile from the man, who y/n assumed was Jacob.

“Brother” was all Jacob said as the two collided into a tight hug. Holding each other for a moment. As the two broke away Jacob patted Quil’s shoulders. The fierce look in Jacob’s eyes faded away.

“I thought—“ Quil tried to speak before getting cut off. “We’re back home” Jacob said as he looked directly into his eyes holding Quil’s shoulders to keep him in place. They shared a brief moment together before Quil nodded. His lips tightened into a stern expression.

“Hi” the girl said with a voice so sweet and alluring. Taking away her focus it was all drawn in suddenly on the mysterious girl. “I’m Renesmee” She answered earning a smile from Y/n. “Hey my names y/n” Renesmee’s smile was so welcoming.

It felt like y/n was being drawn towards her more and more with each passing second. She was definitely being enchanted by her and her eyes. They were a shade of colour close to her hair, an almost honey brown, y/n and her eyes were locked. As the girl reached towards y/n to shake her hand Quil came quickly to her side.

Jacob suddenly put a gentle hand on Renesmee’s shoulder. Breaking eye contact it was like y/n snapped out of it, as if she wasn’t breathing before, she sucked the air back into her lungs. Leaning on Quil for support briefly. He looked down at her with concern.

“We were just getting a bite to eat me and her. I’ll stop by once I drop this girl off home” he told Quil as he cocked his head in response. “Back home already? Huh… Alright—” Taking a moment to rub y/n’s arm in support. He nodded as he grabbed his jacket and Grandma Molly’s arm.

“We have to get going” Quil said cutting the meeting short. “I have to get my grandmother home” he said as their grandmother tried to argue she wasn’t tired. Y/n was still trying to get a grip on herself. Feeling Renesmee burning a hole into her neck.

“I’ll be by later. I need to talk with Sam and the others” Jacob said with the serious look in his eye back. Quil nodded and as he turned y/n noticed the look on his face. As if he was slightly panicked trying to keep calm.

Grandma Molly silently placed her hand over Quil’s. Giving a firm but soft squeeze to reassure him. Quil’s posture softened, the three of them watching the two leave, y/n noticed how the energy of Quil and grandma Molly changed.

Y/n didnt want to bother the two and ask what was up. She felt it wasn’t appropriate instead deciding to just say goodnight to the both of them. As the two sped off in the opposite direction of grandma Molly’s house.

As she drove home she tried to calm her unsettled nerves. Reneesme was so enchanting and enticing, it was like she wanted to just submit to her, whatever she asked. It made y/n uncomfortable with how willing she truly was.

Trying to avert her focus she turned the music up and chalked it up to sleep deprivation. Maybe even anxiety but in reality y/n couldn’t put a finger on it. Who ever Reneesme was she was unworldly y/n thought before falling asleep.

As the week progressed y/n settled into her house and tried to figure out a routine. Which ended up just becoming eating, sleeping, unpacking, more unpacking, etc. A bit of shopping in between.

Already tired of her routine she wondered what type of social life there is out here. And when would she be able to find new friends. Her and Kim had been texting with each other frequently. Quil as well but both have been too busy to stop by.

It was still an adjustment living alone in such a big house. Didn’t help that every time she went places, like the grocery store, shopping for the house, she’d get that eerie feeling again. It wasn’t anxiety that was a feeling she was accustomed to.

For her it felt like being watched weirdly enough. Y/n had been shaking it off as moving in jitters. But in the back of her mind the thought of it all sat there. She didn’t feel afraid but more unnerved, feeling the back of her neck hairs raise, as if she needed to be alert.

Sometimes before bed, in her bedroom there was a windowsill to sit on, some nights she’d just gaze out into the tree line. Looking up at the moon in all it’s beauty. It was one of the only ways to soothe her nerves as of late.

All of it made her wish for a roommate some days. Living alone out in an open field was unnerving enough. But when she’d leave that’s when the feeling would arise. She wondered if it was spirits but the house was already cleansed thanks to her grandma Molly.

Randomly Kim arrived that weekend, unannounced but most welcome, y/n was wondering when she would come. “Wow you’ve already made the place your own huh” she said impressed with how she decorated. Definitely a change from the usual way it stayed for years.

“Yeah well I’ll be here for who knows how long” Y/n said as the two sat in the living room. The two talking about what each other missed on in their time apart. Which was mostly just Kim gushing on and on about Jared.

Y/n knew Kim was obsessed with this one crush of hers for years. But since they didn’t go to the same school y/n always wondered who the guy was. It was exciting to know he is as obsessed with her as she is.

“Yeah things have been great with him. Hoping soon we can have our own place together. On that note I hope you don’t mind but he told our friends about you. Since we don’t get much new people here they were excited. They all wanna meet you”

This piqued y/n’s interest, she couldn’t stand being in the house alone, the novelty of it all was starting to wear on her. “Really? I mean who are your friends?” She asked with a curious tint in her eyes which amused Kim.

“I mean~ I’m really close with this girl named Emily. She has a man named Sam who Jared is also close with. We usually just hang at her place since everyone else does”

“And who’s everyone else?” Y/n asked making Kim shrug her shoulders. “Most of them are Jared’s brothers, cousins, and friends he took in. In our friend group there’s hardly any girls. Just me, Emily, and Leah”

Kim went on about who these two girls were. Emily was a friend of hers she got close with in recent years. Around two years older than the two but she was carefree and loved by all. Her fiancé Sam was a strong but calm man, was always busy with work, but loves Emily fiercely.

Apparently a few years back she had been attacked by a bear. Luckily before it claimed her life Sam came with a shot gun and blew its head out. As proof of the kill they gifted the community jars full of bear grease. It was also how Emily was able to fix her face since it was torn to shreds.

Leah was described as stoic and honest, maybe too honest for her own good, a very independent person. But like the rest she was fiercely loyal and protective of those she loves. She was more of a boyish girl and hung with her brothers a lot.

“The rest is just guys like Quil, Embry, and Jacob I don’t know if you remember those guys” Kim said making y/n rack her brain about remembering them. “Yeah somewhat… But either way I’d like to meet them also” She said getting Kim excited and giddy as she squealed.

“Well~ I came over to ask if you wanted to come to this bonfire party. It’s this weekend and I told everyone you would come. Emily especially wants to see you” Y/n couldn’t help but feel flattered and excited. This was what she was wanting, to meet new friends, so why wouldn’t she agree?

“Yeah of course it sounds fun” she said making Kim squeal with excitement. “Okay great! Oh it’s gonna be so fun I’ll get dropped off here and come with you in your car if that’s ok?” She asked and of course y/n agreed.

“It’s just that Jared has some other errands to do I don’t wanna waste my time on that” Kim said making y/n giggle. The two girls continued their visit till dark before she left. Thinking of what they wanted to do this weekend.

Jared came in his blue heavy duty truck with loud pipes announcing his arrival. Like the gentleman he was he came to the door for Kim. Before leaving she promised she’d come spend the night this weekend. It gave y/n something to look forward to.

That night y/n followed her now usual routine. Sitting in her windowsill gazing out to the tree line. Tonight was a full moon that stood high above the trees and mountains. She gazed upon it until she felt tired enough to just sleep when she hit the bed.

As she slept she had a dream, of her alone in the woods behind her house, everything all felt real to her. How the cold air bit at her skin and shocked her lungs when breathing in. Looking down she wore only a white dress with no details.

She didn’t have any shoes on either. Feeling the crunchy dirt under her feet. Looking around she wondered what was happening. She could hardly see within six feet in front of her.

The full moon was bright as it shined down through the trees. Although beautiful it didn’t help much. Aware of her surroundings she couldn’t make out where was home. Trying to find the North Star or at least the Big Dipper for guidance.

The air was silent and very still a sign she knew wasn’t good. Her instincts told her she should be quiet. For she wasn’t alone in this vast wilderness. Feeling her heart beat start to race at a steadily rising pace.

In the distance she could hear echos of thumps, four legs on the ground running at top speed, right in her direction. Her heart started to beat faster and louder. Before she knew it she was on her feet.

She ran as fast as she could, it didn’t help she was barefooted, it messed with her speed. Panicked and alone she wasn’t sure where to go. All she knew was there was something coming for *her.* The pain of pine needles and stones beneath her steps.

Somehow she was sweating as she ran full speed. She could hear the noise of something on all fours running behind her. As she briefly looked behind she twisted her foot and rolled on the ground.

Crawling onto her knees in a hurry she was frantic. The fear of not knowing what would happen if she stopped. But it was like her legs were weak and her body frozen in place.

“I can help you” a familiar voice chimed in front of her making her jump back. She felt frozen as her eyes looked forward. A woman stood in front of her face hidden under the shadows.

Y/n’s eyes trailed up from her feet, by the time she got to her chest, she could see auburn hair flowing in the wind. It gave her brief solace seeing her, the girl from earlier, Renesmee. Thinking she’d meet with the soft enchanting eyes as she did before.

Only to be met with eyes that were so black it competed with the shadows. Her skin like diamonds under the moonlight. True fear ran through y/n’s veins as she was once again locked eyes with this girl. Everything in her body told her this was what she was running from.

A howl suddenly pierced through the valley and trees. It was loud and clear so much it rang throughout her ears. It sounded like the howl was right behind her somehow directly in her ear. It struck fear into the woman in front of her.

The howl made her snap out of the dream entirely. Y/n jumped out of bed and clasped her chest. Sitting in a cold sweat her heart beat pumped steadily. Wondering what her dream meant and why did the howl comfort her so much?

Finally finished rewriting this fic! This is a redo of my old fic named “Pale Moonlight” I did 2 years ago. I always liked the concept but I struggled on the timeline. Originally I wanted to set it during the actual events of the saga. But I ended up making this after the events of the twilight saga. As a way of seeing what the Wolfpack get up to with and without vampires. This is focused on them and their story. Not to mention a romance with Paul 💪 I do have the other chapters ready but I need time to edit them. In the meantime feel free to leave feedback 🫶

[maddieverse]

"Always be there " Paul Lahote

The moment she lifted her gaze, she saw him. Paul was standing in front of Emily’s house, leaning casually against the porch railing, as if he’d been waiting for her specifically. He was wearing only a thin hoodie, as always completely unfazed by the cold. When their eyes met, his face broke into a wide, surprised grin.

She didn’t think for even a second. The car door flew open, and she practically jumped out.

“Paul!” she squeaked, before her teeth even had the chance to start chattering from the cold.

He didn’t even get a chance to say anything, because she was already there. She pressed herself against him, her whole body fitting into his warmth, burying her face in his chest and sliding her hands under his hoodie, searching for heat.

Paul froze for a split second — then let out a laugh.

“Hey, hey, easy there,” he murmured, automatically wrapping his arms around her. “What happened, little fridge?”

“The heater… it doesn’t work,” she muttered, having absolutely no intention of pulling away. “I’m freezing.”

His body was like a living furnace. The wolf’s warmth radiated from him in waves, slowly thawing her fingers, her cheeks, all the tension that had built up during the drive. Paul pulled her even closer, his chin brushing the top of her head.

“You know you have lifetime access to my heat, right?” he said more quietly, softer. “You should’ve called me right away.”

She lifted her head just enough to look up at him, a small smile on her lips.

“Would you have answered?”

“For you?” His eyes glinted. “Always.”

He held her tighter, rocking gently, as if he wanted to keep her exactly where she fit perfectly. The cold stopped mattering. Forks could be damp, gray, and freezing — but with Paul, there was only warmth.

And home. 🤍🐺🔥

[byrachel]

Could you do a blurb/short story where Paul meets his imprint (shy!female reader) in the woods while in wolf form. And the reader becomes sort of friends with the wolf (as she had no other friends) and they (wolf Paul and the reader) keep meeting in the wood until Paul finally transforms and tells the reader the truth? Thanks :) 💞

UNEXPECTED FRIEND [PART ONE]

PARING: paul lahote x female reader

CONTAINS / WARNINGS: angst, hurt/comfort(ish), descriptions of an anxiety attack

NOTE: sorry for making you wait five years for this, that's actually so horrible of me. i was going through my old requests after talking to a friend i actually met through this account and i was suddenly hit with tons of inspiration. obviously i didn't complete the whole request so that why it says part one, but i don't know how long it will take for me to write a second part, because by now everyone knows how inconsistent i am lmao. i hope there's someone out there who'll enjoy this :)

You should have listened to your parents.

With an increase of mysterious and very violent bear attacks, they had urged you to not hike through the woods for the time being, knowing how much you loved to take out your sketchbook in search of the perfect place to draw. Like the angels they are, they even suggested driving you themselves to other cities for a change of scenery to spark inspiration. But being a hormonal, know-it-all young adult, of course you didn’t even waste a second entertaining the idea.

As the bear-sized wolf stared you down, you wished you could turn back time to a week ago, showing your parents the appreciation they should have gotten for even suggesting an alternative. 

Your heart crashed against your ribcage, blood whirring in your ears as fear froze you in your place. 

You were completely at the wolf’s mercy. This was his terrain, his home, an area he knew like the back of his hand. Even in open air, there was nowhere for you to run. For every four steps you could take, he would get to you in a single leap, his claws and teeth ripping into you before you could think to scream for help. 

If you weren’t imagining all the ways he could make you his next meal, you would’ve laughed at the irony of it. Even if you would scream for help, it was of no use. Of course you liked to hike as far away from human civilization as possible, trying to capture nature in its rawest, untouched form. 

Before anyone would even realize you were away for an unusual amount of time, you would be long gone. If you were lucky they would find some of your remains, leaving at least something behind for your parents to bury or cremate. 

Oh god my parents, you thought to yourself, tears blurring your vision. They were gonna be devastated. Your heart twisted at the thought of them blaming themselves for your irresponsible actions.

The ashy grey wolf raised his head, snapping you out of your never-ending self pitying thoughts and you flinched.

Slowly, he inched towards you like you were an unsuspecting prey. Remaining nearly motionless, he must have assumed you didn’t notice him and tried to come as close without warning you of his presence, before finishing his plan of attack. 

In an act of pure desperation, you dropped to the ground, making yourself as tiny as possible. You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around your head, the straps of your backpack uncomfortably tight underneath the grip of your armpits. Like you had been running a marathon, your chest rapidly rose and fell as your body trembled in fear, your lungs feeling like they could explode at any moment. 

“Please, please, please. . .” You cried in a whisper, repeating your pleas like a mantra, hoping that a god, the universe or whatever deity was out there would forgive you for the simple sin of disobeying your parents. Surely this wasn’t what you deserved.

The ground beneath you shook with every step the creature took. His paw brushed along your arms as he towered over you, his heavy breathing coating you in warm, moist clouds. 

You sobbed as you tensed all the muscles in your body, bracing yourself for the razor sharp teeth biting into you, hoping he would nick a major artery or accidentally break your neck to make your inevitable end quick.

You waited and waited, counting down to the moment you certainly knew the wolf would make a move.

But it never came. 

From above you, the creature made a strange high pitched squeaking sound. He lowered its snout and nudged at your arms. Confused, but still terrified you refused to give into his unclear request, clamping your arms even tighter around your head. 

To your surprise, you were still intact as the wolf backed away, his high pitched whining continuing. It was only when a heavy thud shook the ground that you felt you could breathe again, your lungs desperately gulping for air.

You loosened your grip and slowly peeked between the gap of your arms to look at him. The large creature laid down a couple of feet to your side, his head facing you. His big brown eyes sadly stared into yours like you had hurt his feelings. It reminded you of your aunt’s dog when you didn’t want to play with him. 

He wasn’t whining. He was crying.

Your eyebrows furrowed together. Did you scare him? Was he empathetic to your fear? Either way, the wolf’s unusual behavior was even more shocking than the expectation of him tearing you apart. Whatever his reasoning was, it seemed like he had no intention of hurting you.

Still, you didn’t take any chances, trying to remain as still as possible.

Saturated from rainfall hours before, the dirt beneath you clung to your clothes, wetness seeping through the layers. 

At a certain point you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but with each passing moment your body recognized it wasn’t in danger anymore. The thumps in your chest returned to their normal rhythm, blending into your body until you couldn’t feel them. Your trembling gradually dissipated and your sobs died down. 

And with yours, so did his. 

It had been long enough for you to realize he wasn’t going to leave you alone. It was like he was waiting for you to do something.

You gathered the courage to move, keeping an eye on the grey furred wolf as you relaxed your limbs. Still shaken, you lowered your arms and carefully stretched legs to their natural position while pushing yourself in a sitting position.

Your chest still felt tight and you pressed your hand against your heart, starting a sequence of deep breaths —in through your nose, out through your mouth— to help regulate your system. 

Like he was trying to be mindful of your state, he cautiously rose on his legs, his standing height even more terrifying when you were sitting on the ground. But you didn’t panic. If he wanted to harm you he would have already done so and probably without crying. 

He observed you closely, making sure it was okay for him to come closer and you let him. You weren’t sure how to communicate with a wolf, how to tell him you would rather not want him to come closer, but as long as you weren’t his lunch, you would just play along until he hopefully got disinterested in you and moved on.

The wolf sniffed at your hair, face and arms, testing the waters as you stayed stiff. Without warning, he licked at your face with his large tongue. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, his touch tickling you. You squirmed away with a laugh falling from your lips and you held one hand out to him. Your other hand wiped his saliva off your face. “No, no, that’s enough.” 

Oddly enough, he listened. Or at least it seemed like he did, because he didn’t lick you again.

Instead he dipped his head down and your eyes widened. When you didn’t do anything, he nudged his head towards you. Not only did he empathize with your fear, he wanted to show you he wasn’t something to be feared.

Hesitantly, you reached for the top of his head and you raked your fingers through the strands of his fur, giving him a firm rub. He gave you a huff of approval and a soft smile tugged at your lips. “Maybe you aren’t as scary as I thought.” 

Growing more comfortable, you used both hands to pet him, sleeking the fur on the top of his head back with gentle strokes. “Now I’m kind of embarrassed that you saw me react like that. That was a major overreaction.” You chuckled.

Eventually you found your bearings, the grey wolf, you named Wolfie for convenience, comforting you with his head rubs until you felt comfortable enough to move freely around him. 

He helped you up, letting you use him as leverage to get on your feet. You dusted off the dirt as best as you could, but the brown stains would raise suspicions from your parents about your whereabouts. If they ended up giving you a hard time about it, you knew you deserved it. Even if Wolfie didn’t eat you, he scared you badly enough to not go against your parents’ wishes for at least the next five years. 

The grey wolf’s head cocked up, his ears perking at a sound your human ears didn’t seem to pick up on. You followed his line of sight, deeper into the woods, not finding what he was looking at. Suddenly he turned to you, prodding his nose into your side, shoving you from your place. 

“Hey!” You exclaimed, regaining your footing. 

He stomped one of his paws against the ground, giving you another push in the direction you came from. 

He wanted you to leave the woods.

“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll go.” You said sheepishly, adjusting your backpack on your shoulders. You headed towards the nearest road, guessing that with all the noise of manmade vehicles it was probably the easiest way to stay clear from any other animals who would definitely harm you if you came across them.

“Thank you for not eating me.” You shot him a glance over your shoulder as he watched you walk away, hoping he would somehow get what you were trying to say.

[swaniism]

"Go on, suck it," Leah instructed, her hands finding purchase in your hair as she nudged the tip of the silicone cock against your lips. There was a daunting air of confidence as she stood there, waiting for you to wrap your lips around the strap on.

You instantly obeyed — of course you did, you could never deny Leah anything, especially when she got like this.

Pressing your lips in a tentative kiss to the tip, the familiar smell of silicone invaded your senses, as well as the faint evidence of Leah's own arousal.

Leah bit her bottom lip as she watched you finally open your mouth, letting the broad head of her breach your lips. Well, it wasn't really her, not truly, but the simple act of submission from you sent waves of anticipation through the both of you.

Taking more of it into your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the toy as if it were real, as if the woman attached to it could feel every suck and hum you made around it.

"Just like that, baby," Leah crooned, her tone unmistakably condescending as she started shallowly fucking your mouth. You let your jaw slack, looking up at her through damp lashes as she tugged your head back.

The action tore a soft moan from you, the sound prompting Leah to push the fake cock a little deeper, a breathy laugh escaping her as you gagged around it.

"You can take it, I know you can," she insisted, not letting up the deep, harsh thrusts of the toy in your mouth, even as tears started streaming down your face.

In a way, she was right. For Leah, you could take it. You would take it.

Suddenly, Leah pulled the strap on out of your mouth, slapping the spit coated toy on your lips before wrapping her fist around it, stroking it as if it were her own dick.

"You want it?" Leah cooed, using her free hand to tug you up onto the bed, pushing you so you were on your back. Your legs fell open for her, eyes wide with anticipation as Leah slotted herself between them.

"Answer me, baby," Leah murmured, positioning the thick head at your entrance, pushing in just enough for it to matter, only to pull out again.

"Yes, I want it...please, Lee," you whimpered meekly, letting out a shaky breath once she started pushing the toy back into your dripping cunt, her hands harshly gripping your thighs.

The stretch was perfect, the thick dildo making you feel so unbelievably full. There was truthfully no where you'd rather be, nothing you'd rather be doing than taking everything Leah was about to give you, and the thought excited you to the core.