Hands of Fate 1 Hands of Fate 2 Hands of Fate 3
Hands of Fate 4
tags: @rositxespinosa @dreamingofsecrets @ominousrefugethorn @fatale-darling
•Paul Lahote x Fem Reader || NSFW•
[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?
[another angsty chapter oops, kinda slow burn bc i can't stfu]
Reader POV
It had been six days since the bonfire and no one had heard from Paul or Sam. The days had dragged on and the growing silence added to your overflowing anxiety. I can’t believe I let this happen. This is all my fault. You spent most of your free time beating yourself up internally and silently snuggling up to Jared. Neither of you had the energy for outdoor activities, so movies in bed were becoming the new normal.
He did his best to shield you from how he felt, but you knew deep down he was angry and hurt by what had happened. He reassured you over and over again that it wasn’t your fault, but god it was hard to believe. Jared had asked Paul to meet up with him everyday since the bonfire and everyday he was met with radio silence. This was the longest Paul had gone without speaking to Jared and the thought of them arguing made you feel sick.
To make matters worse, Sam had completely disappeared. The last time you spoke to him, you asked him to deliver the brownies to Paul and now he was missing in action. On one of your late night trips to the corner shop, you’d ran into his girlfriend Emily. She hadn’t seen Sam since he left for the bonfire and the two of you stood for a long moment hugging in the freezer section. You exchanged numbers incase either of you heard anything about Sam, and made a silent promise to keep hope alive. That was three days ago and Emily still hadn’t seen him. You couldn’t help but think his absence was your fault. If you hadn’t asked him to go see Paul, maybe he’d still be here.
Lying in your boyfriend’s warm bed, you decided to finally text Leah back.
Y/N: Hey girl, what are you doing tonight?
Leah: She’s alive! Thank God, I thought I was going to have to send a search party out to find you! Glad you’re finally texting me back, idiot x
You rolled your eyes but you knew she was right. You’d been hiding from the world since the argument with Paul. You were hoping she’d let you make it up to her.
Y/N: Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry. Answer my question, are you free tonight or not??
Leah: Duh I’m always free for you. What you got in mind?
Y/N: Wanna go for a couple drinks? I feel like we all need a night out. Jared should be good to go too.
Leah: Sounds like music to my ears! I’ll try and text Sam again but I doubt he’ll come :/ fucker is being real weird lately.
Y/N: No one’s seen him, not even Emily. If you hear anything lmk. Anyways, meet up at mine tonight around 7 x
“Hey Baby, I was thinking maybe we could go for a drink with Leah tonight?” You sweetly asked Jared. He hadn’t been up for much fun recently, but you wanted a reason to get out of the house and this was the perfect opportunity.
He rolled over and snuggled his head into your stomach, tracing lines over your thighs. “Hmm… alright Beautiful, if you want to then i’ll come”. He sat up and stretched his arms, his bed hair fanning out like a crown in crazy spikes around his head. “I should probably have a shower then. It’s been days since we’ve left this room, i’m starting to feel like a hermit” he grumbled and rolled out of bed. You muffled your laughter in the blanket and watched as his naked body disappeared behind the bathroom door. “Cute butt!” You called out to him and laughed even louder at his responding groan.
Maybe tonight will be good for us.
Pulling down the tight dress over your ass, you stepped outside to meet Leah. She stood on your porch with a bottle of half drank vodka and a big smile plastered to her face. “You two look smokin’! Ready for some fun?” She asked, turning to walk down to the Uber that was waiting on the curb.
You and Jared made an effort to look nice tonight - you in a short red dress that hugged every curve, and him in black jeans and a grey button up. “Ready as we’ll ever be, Lee. Let’s hit it” Jared said, pulling you into the back seat.
The drive was short and you had no idea where you were going, but it was nice to be with your friends and it was nice to feel normal again. The Uber stopped in front of a rooftop bar you’d seen a few times whilst walking in town and you were excited. Colorful fairy lights were strung up on the dark stairs leading up to the venue and band posters covered every inch of the small hallway.
“I’m so glad we came” You whispered to Jared, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it lightly. He kissed the side of your mouth and continued following you up the stairs. As your little group rounded the corner and out the door to the bar, your eyes landed on a familiar head. For fucks sake.
On the opposite end of the outdoor area, Paul sat drunk out of his mind and surrounded by women. His face was covered in stubble, a cigarette hung from his lips, and his eyes were glazed over in a way that told you he hadn’t been sober in days. It was obvious he wasn’t doing well and you felt bad for him, but you came out tonight to lift everyone’s spirits - not drag them down even further. You tore your eyes away from the sad scene and urged Jared and Leah to sit in a booth that obscured their view of Paul in the smokers area.
“Who wants a drink? I’m buying!” You said quickly, praying neither of them would leave the table. “I’m thinking a large long island each?” You continued, hoping a massive amount of liquor would help you all loosen up. “Woman after my own heart! I knew I loved you for a reason, Y/N” Leah said, fake swooning over the table. Jared laughed and nodded along. Thank the Lord, you said to yourself.
After a few drinks you’d completely forgotten about Paul… until you found yourself in the smokers section. Sitting in Jared’s lap as he and Leah spoke about some TV show they loved, you enjoyed the buzzing feeling of being drunk. Whilst sucking the life out of a cigarette your eyes wandered around the outdoor area until they met the dark angry abyss of Paul’s stare. Your breath was stuck in your throat and you couldn’t stop staring. His jaw was tense and his whole body was turned to face yours. Paul completely ignored whatever the girl next to him said as he watched you wiggle uncomfortably in Jared’s lap. Please don’t come over here. Please don’t come over here. Please don’t come over here. You wished in that moment that you could climb inside your boyfriend’s shirt and hide. If only it was that easy.
Jared placed a kiss on the side of your neck and wrapped his arm around your waist, “You ok baby? You cold or something?” He whispered in your ear. Coughing up a cloud of smoke as he brought you out of your staring contest, you shook your head. “N-no baby, i’m fine everything’s fine” You tried to sound normal but the nervous edge in your voice was noticeable.
Leah followed your line of sight and her mouth dropped open as she too stared at Paul. His face was crumpled and painful to look at. It was like you had personally rained on his parade. “Fuck me, Jared your best bud looks like shit” Leah said, nodding her head in Paul’s direction.
Your previously calm boyfriend went stiff under you, as his head swivelled in the direction you were staring. “Guess he has enough time to get wasted but not enough time for his best friend” Jared said bitterly. You’d never heard him sound so cold before and your stomach dropped with worry.
Paul sat up straighter and continued to tense his jaw. Jared swiftly placed you on the seat next to him and kissed your lips, “I’m going to have a chat with him, baby. I’ll be back in a second I promise. Make sure you and Leah stay together ok?” And before you could answer he was up and striding towards Paul.
As Jared bent down to speak in his best friend’s ear, the latter never took his eyes off you. It was like he was cataloging the way you looked. The two of them stood and stalked out of the bar and down the stairs. You held onto hope that Jared really would be back in a few seconds but the rational part of your brain highly disagreed.
“Your man will be fine don’t stress. Paul deserves to get the shit kicked out of him anyway.” Leah giggled and then stopped when you stayed silent. “Come on girl, put that pretty smile back on and let’s get some shots!” Leah said excitedly, trying her best to keep the mood light.
Two hours passed and neither man had returned from their ‘chat’. Your body was full to the brim with tequila and sadness and all you wanted to do was run after Jared. No matter how many times Leah pulled you onto the dance floor, you were drunk, sad, and in a world of your own. You couldn’t move to the beat of the music even if you wanted to. He left.
“I think it’s time to go Lee Lee… he’s not coming back” You said as your bottom lip quivered. You didn’t want to believe it but your gut was telling you he didn’t plan on returning and there was no point in staying.
Hours later, you were lying in bed whilst your mind was crammed full of questions. Tears spilled onto your pillow as you drifted to sleep.
Paul POV
Seeing you amongst the drunk strangers was sobering for Paul. What the fuck is she doing here?! he panicked, watching you squirm in Jared’s lap. Seeing the way your head lulled to the side as Jared placed a kiss to your neck had his fists itching for a fight. Those should be my lips, he grimaced.
He’d only been staring at you for a few minutes, but just like that, the anger he fought to hide came bubbling up all over again. Paul spent days ignoring his friends, drinking himself blind, waking up on the floor of his dad’s shed, and doing his best to forget why he was doing it in the first place. Yet here you were, his beautiful problem, staring at him like you’d seen a ghost. Your red dress hardly covered the expanses of your thighs as you wiggled in your seat and the hard on in his jeans was starting to react to your doe eyed expression. Paul barely noticed his best friend had already dropped you onto the chair and was walking towards him.
Paul was brought back to reality as the hard voice of his friend muttered in his ear, “You. Me. Outside. Now” He did his best to follow Jared down the stairs without tripping. It had been a few days since he’d drank anything other than alcohol and Paul was really feeling it tonight.
The cold evening air hit his face and thankfully he felt slightly more prepared for whatever Jared had to say to him. Continuing to follow the other man around the side of the building, Paul stopped a foot away as Jared turned and squared his shoulders.
“I thought we were friends, Paul… I thought you were my brother” Jared said, clamping his teeth shut like he was holding himself back.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! We are friends! You are my brother!” Paul slurred out, anger pushing past his patience.
Jared stepped closer and pushed Paul’s shoulders, causing him to stumble. “Then what the hell is wrong with you? Why can’t you pick up the fucking phone and settle this shit like men?”
The close proximity was full of rage and heat - literal heat. The pair were radiating blistering warmth as they stared each other down.
Jared’s brow knitted together as he continued, “You’ve been acting like a spoilt shit ever since I got a girlfriend. You ignore her and if she speaks you’re absolutely horrible to her when all she does is try to include you and be your friend. And on top of ALL of that, you can’t even talk to me!” His fists were clenched and his shoulders were shaking.
Paul bit his tongue till his mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood. He couldn’t answer Jared. He simply couldn’t do it.
Jared steamed with fury as he blurted out, “If you hate her that fucking much why haven’t you said anything to me? TALK TO ME GODDAMMIT!!”
Paul saw red. Swinging his fist at Jared, he felt a ripple of heat shoot through his spine. “I DON’T HATE HER. I HATE YOU, JARED CAMERON!” he growled and continued to punch his best friend, “YOU GET EVERYTHING. A GREAT LIFE, A FAMILY, AND NOW YOU GET THE BEST FUCKING WOMAN I’VE EVER KNOWN!”
Jared’s face was covered in blood but he finally fought back, hatred evident in his low blows at Paul’s stomach and kidneys. He couldn’t stop himself from throwing punch after punch into his drunk friend.
“YOU’RE JEALOUS??” He snarled at Paul whilst spitting blood onto the pavement.
“Y/N is mine. You’ll never have anyone who’s anywhere close to how amazing she is.” Jared sneered, “You don’t deserve someone like her.” Paul threw himself at Jared and the pair rolled through the alley into the surrounding forest.
Fists and shouting turned into paws and growls as the men burst through their human skin and fought a battle of epic proportions.
WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?! Paul thought to himself.
Releasing the throat of an animal from his large jaws, Paul stepped back and thought he was going to pass out. He was a wolf. A full blown, horse-sized, wolf. And there was an equality confused wolf stood before him.
Paul… is that you? a voice echoed in his brain.
What the fuck. what the fuck. holy shit. Paul’s brain was on loop as he tried to understand what the hell just happened. Wait, Jared?
Holy shit dude what the hell happened to us!Jared thought.
The fight was long forgotten and Paul tried his best to stay calm. As the pair circled each other a booming voice rattled through their minds.
Welcome to the club boys. It’s Sam.
Hands of Fate 5
