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Flicker in the Dark - Jacob Black/Reader

Fandom: Twilight Saga Pairings: Jacob Black/Female Reader Word Count: 12,598 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Pining, Unprotected sex, Slightly aged up (Jacob is 20), Fix it fic Summary: My take on New Moon, if all of the characters were a bit more mature and Jacob got his girl. A/N: This is a third-person story that pairs Jacob with a girl who isn't Bella but who fills her role in the story; Bella doesn't exist in this universe because I find she's not as interesting to write as an original character, for me personally. The character has no name and no physical description, so treat her as an OC or a "reader," your choice there. :)

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Bringing the idea of fixing the bikes to Jacob was the best thing she’s ever done: the best, and one of the dumbest, by far. 

They both have adult obligations now—she has class, and a part-time job, which are thankfully both online, and Jake works full time—so when the stars align and they’re free at the same time, they spend every moment in his garage like a couple of bored kids. They listen to music on his dad’s old radio, eat pizza and tacos standing up much more often than they should; Jacob isn’t twenty-one just yet, but they’re on the rez, so they sip beers sometimes, especially on the rare warm days where the sun shines into the garage and sweat prickles at their hairlines. 

He’s taller at twenty than he was when he was younger, broader and more filled out, like he’d said back on her birthday; she notices, sometimes, things like the tightness of his t-shirts stretched across his back, the way his jeans fit just, extraordinarily well. Those kinds of things you can’t help but notice, even if you’re emotionally, physically, and mentally unavailable, the way she is. 

He pokes fun at her age—forever a sore spot, especially when Edward is and will be twenty-two forever—but she catches him noticing her, too, sometimes, so she’s not a total embarrassment at least.

It doesn’t happen right away, like magic or anything, but hanging out in his garage does make her feel better; he makes her feel better, if she’s being honest with herself. He quiets the chatter in her brain, the anxiety, the self-doubt, and she smiles more when she’s with him, laughs more, gets out of her own head. She’s happier when she’s with him, too, bikes or no bikes—though the roar of the restored motorcycle engine certainly doesn’t hurt—and he’s good for her, there’s no denying that.

She remembers her dad’s advice, even more meaningful now that she’s moved out of his house and living on her own—sometimes, you gotta learn to love what’s good for you—and she even thinks she could, some days. 

That’s easy enough to say to herself, but so, so much harder in practice. She can tell Jacob is… interested, when they go to the movies, with the way he lays his hand on the armrest, palm up, in case she wants to hold it. Part of her wants to, really wants to; part just thinks about Edward and she clams up, can’t do it. She feels guilty, like she’s doing something wrong, even though he left her and not the other way around. 

She still loves him, will always love him, but Edward made his choice; she just wishes she felt free enough to make her own.

She feels guilty when they ride, too, because the one thing he’d asked of her was not to be reckless, and now she goes out of her way to find a rush wherever she can. Anything legal, be it motorcycles, rock climbing, running, skydiving, really, really big roller coasters—you name it, she’s done it, and though none of it ever worked as well as she’d hoped it would, she never stops trying. 

She knows better than to give herself over to things like drugs or binge drinking or meaningless one-night stands, but aside from that the limits to what she will try are almost non-existent. She loves the thrill of it all, loves feeling brave, feeling strong; In the end, she may wind up with a few cuts and bruises, but as long as she’s hurting no one but herself, she doesn’t feel too bad.

When she hurts Jacob, she feels awful, terrible, and she does hurt him—he’s so hurt for a while that he doesn’t want to see her, doesn’t even return her calls. She feels weak for the first time in a long time, like if she’d just been able to be what he wanted, to hold his hand, to kiss him, to get over herself, they both would have been happier. Now she just feels sad, and selfish, hurting the one person who has always been there for her, who’s always eased her pain.

She wants to respect his space, can’t bear the thought of hurting him more than she already has, but her anxiety gets the better of her; no amount of kickboxing or rock climbing has been able to take her mind off of him since that night at the movies, when he left in such a hurry. Even Edward has shifted to the back of her mind, though she has no idea when exactly that happened.

So she goes to him. Against his wishes. In the pouring rain. 

She’s so, so stupid.

He’s so, so shredded, even more so than usual; it’s the first thing she notices only because he’s soaking wet and shirtless and that makes it pretty obvious. The second thing she notices is his hair, no longer long and pulled back with a cord of leather, but cropped short, though inky black as always. The third thing she notices is the tattoo, a large, tribal design on his shoulder that looks well-healed even though she saw him less than a week ago.

She catalogs all of that, and then she remembers he’s avoiding her and that she’s here to ask for forgiveness (she’s willing to beg, but it’s sort of a last resort.)

She calls his name, but he doesn’t turn around at first, not until she’s right in front of him, fists balled angrily at her sides.  

“Jacob, I’m sorry… I’m sorry about the movie. Can we talk about it?” He huffs an unamused laugh, takes half a step closer; that kind of thing used to be playful, but now it seems almost menacing, between the muscles and the tattoo and the deepening frown on his face. 

“This isn’t about that. You–you need to leave. Now.” The tone of his voice leaves no room for argument… but then again, that’s never stopped her before. She steps closer too, more of a challenge than anything.

“Well if it’s not about that, what is it? What happened?” He turns away as if to leave and she reaches for him, fingers latching onto his wrist. She knows right away that when she tugs, and he turns, it’s because he let it happen; there’s no way anyone could force him to do anything now, not with how big he is, how strong, how solid beneath her hand. “Is it Sam? Did he get to you too?” 

“I was wrong about Sam. He’s helping me through it—just like he helped the others,” he says, but it sounds odd to her ears. If something was wrong, if he’d needed help, he would have come to her… right? “I can’t do this right now—you have to go. Please go.” 

Before, he was stern, but this time he’s pleading for her to leave, and that’s just not Jacob—they’d hash it out before he cut her off without so much as a word, instead of ghosting her and making his father lie for him and keeping secrets with Sam Uley.

“Jake,” she pleads too, but instead of tightening her grip on his wrist she brings her hand up to the nape of his neck, to brush through the short hair that lays there, drenched in rainwater. “Please don’t do this to me.” 

He closes his eyes like it pains him, and it very well might; she knows the similarities to the night Edward left are becoming almost too much for her to bear. 

Maybe that’s why she came here, after all, because she could, because at least she still knew where she could find him. Because even if he didn’t want to talk to her, at least she’d know he was okay. 

“I’m not doing this to you, I’m doing it for you. I’m not who you thought I was, I’m not good for you. You can’t be around me anymore.” 

Fuck that, she thinks immediately, because she is so absolutely tired of people telling her what she can and can’t do, what she’s strong enough for, what’s safe. 

She doesn’t want safe. All she wants is Jacob. 

“I decide what’s good for me; I decide,” she says, voice raised and rough, jabbing a finger in his direction, and he grabs both of her forearms and holds them between them. He looks like he wants to shake her, he’s so frustrated, but his grip isn’t tight. “You think you’re going to hurt me, or something? Because look at us, Jake.” Her gaze moves to his hands on her, holding her still but doing it gently, carefully. “It’s okay. You won’t hurt me, I know it.” 

He drops her arms like she’s burned him, like he didn’t even realize he was holding them, and takes two steps back, away from her.

“You’re right, I won’t—because you can’t ever come here again.” 

He turns and runs to Sam and the other guys, leaving her standing in the rain, soaked and alone, her stomach in knots. The chatter is back, the self-doubt, louder than ever now; if they could both do this, both leave her so easily, would she ever be enough for anyone?

She’s not sitting around her house moping about this, not again. She did that with Edward and it got her absolutely nowhere, so this time she resolves to just skip to the front of the line. She packs a bag for the trail and goes hiking, plans to take a long path deep into the woods, away from the bear attacks or whatever’s going on out there. Her dad would have her head if she walked headfirst into danger, and she knows better, anyway, isn’t going to actually risk her life just to get Rocky Mountain high. 

She hadn’t planned on risking her life, anyway, but how was she to know the formerly peaceful Laurent was back in Forks, red eyes and all, and that he was working with Victoria? That wasn’t on her supernatural drama bingo card, that’s for damn sure. 

She listens to him do the villain rambling for a moment, but irritation wins out over fear and she loses her temper, slips up and says that Edward is gone and he’s not coming back, and if he wants to kill her, well no one’s stopping him! 

He looks amused by her outburst, but the smile melts off of his face when an enormous black wolf steps out of the trees, followed by several others of all shades, shapes, sizes. She doesn’t get a chance to count them, just runs like hell in the other direction, but when she risks a look back they are going after Laurent with a precision she wouldn’t expect from wild animals just looking for dinner. 

She tells no one about the wolves—who would believe her anyway?—just runs back to her truck until she’s breathless, goes home and takes a steaming hot shower to rinse away the cold clamminess of his touch. She makes a cup of tea and changes into a t-shirt, a pair of shorts, then parks herself on the couch with her laptop for the rest of the night. 

Until the knock at the door that comes around 1 AM. 

It’s Jacob, and she’s so happy to see him that she forgets all about her day up until that point and wraps her arms around him, hugs him where he stands in the doorway. He hugs back, thank god, his embrace tight and warm and comforting, and then she ushers him in, offers to make more tea while they talk. 

“About the other day,” she begins, filling the electric kettle with water and plugging it in, but he cuts her off, panicked. 

“I wish I could explain,” he says, and he’s almost got those puppy dog eyes that always get him his way; he doesn’t even do it on purpose, just looks like that, and it’s incredibly hard to resist. “But I literally can’t.” 

“No, I know, I… I mean, I think I know.” She has a box of tea in her hand and she’s gesturing a bit wildly with it, so she sets it on the counter, walks closer to him, so there’s about a foot of space between them. “First rule of fight club is you can’t talk about fight club—wait, it’s not an actual fight club, right? Because you���d dominate.” 

He laughs, a real one, with his head thrown back, and she all but grins. There he is. Her Jacob. 

“No, it’s not a fight club, but you’re right. I can’t talk about it, I can’t tell you anything.” His tone of voice hurts her, because it’s clear this is something he wants, needs to share; she moves closer, eyes on his.

“And what if I guess? Is that against the rules?” He shakes his head fervently, rests his palm on the counter beside him.

“No, no—in fact, that’s exactly what I need you to do. Sam can’t stop you, and I know you, you’re smart, won’t stop until you figure it out.”  He reaches out with his other hand, tentatively, and links their fingers together like he did at the movies; when he brings their hands up to his chest, this time, she doesn’t pull away. “It would be so much easier if you knew.”

His face is so soft but so serious, his brow furrowed, and she squeezes his hand.

“I’m going to feel really silly if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I am. I’ve been working on it all night.” With her free hand, she pulls her phone out of her pocket, shows him the same screen she has up on her laptop in the other room. It’s a list of all the facts she has, her own speculation, and finally, in size 42 font, one very important eight-letter word. “You said before that Sam was collecting disciples—a pack of them, Jacob, right?” 

“Yes. Fuck,” he breathes, and though she’s heard him say it in the garage many times, this one is special because it means she’s right. He slides down to a seat on the tile floor, looks so relieved it makes her chest feel tight, and she kneels in front of him, hands on his bare shoulders. 

“You’re a werewolf, Jake, just like the legend—your tribe is descended from wolves. Tell me I’m wrong.” 

He doesn’t say a word, and at first she’s afraid she is incorrect, but then he reaches out and pulls her close, crushes her to his body. He breathes hard into her hair, holds her tightly, and she can’t help it, she cries, hot tears leaving tracks down her cheeks.

He brings his hands there after a moment, wipes the tears away with his thumbs, then holds her face like she’s something precious, lips turning up into a half-smile.

“Thank you. I knew you could do it.” He tips forward, presses their foreheads together, moves his hands to her waist. “You don’t know how badly I wanted you to know.”

“Oh, Jake. I’m sorry—I should have caught on faster. It’s obvious, when you put everything together, when you… You know. When you’ve seen what I’ve seen.” He nods his head and swallows, presses his fingertips into her side. She shifts closer, or he does, maybe they both do, so their breath mixes between them, soft and warm.

“It’s okay, you’re here now. You’re here, it's okay,” he repeats, and she pushes fingers through his hair, softer now that it’s dry. 

“I’m here, and I don’t have to stay away.”

They don’t quite kiss, because she’s still nervous, maybe even more so now—they were so close to being separated, and now that he’s back in her life, in her house, she doesn’t want to risk breaking this delicate, fragile thing between them. His mouth just brushes over hers, more a swipe than a press of lips, and she turns her head so the rest of it catches her cheek instead. 

He sighs, but he’s not upset, and he lifts a hand to smooth through her hair before dropping it altogether. 

“I should go,” he says, but she can’t bear the thought of losing him again already. She stands when he does, takes his hand the way he did before. 

“Can you stay the night? Please?” She squeezes his fingers, tries her hand at her own version of those sad puppy eyes. “I understand if you can’t, but I’d feel… I want you to,” she’s clear to say, and eventually, he nods. 

She makes up a bed for him on the sofa, intends to head upstairs when he’s comfortable; she doesn’t know what stops her, but she stretches out on the other end of the couch instead and they put on a movie, something black and white, volume low. She couldn’t say for sure who’s the first to fall asleep.

She’s the first to wake up, so she takes a quick shower, does some work, brews some coffee. He’ll probably head out the moment his feet hit the floor, so she prepares herself for that—she just hopes that the rest of his pack knows he’s there, that they aren’t worried, or frantically searching the preserve for signs of him like she would be. 

She asks him that when he pads into the kitchen an hour later, eyes sleepy, bedhead evident, and he pours a cup of coffee and sits across from her at the table. 

“Nah, they knew I was coming,” he assures with a sip. “They know by now that if they can’t find me, I’m probably here with you.” That makes her smile, though she looks down into her mug and tries not to show it. He takes a few more quick gulps despite the temperature and sets down his empty cup with a smack of his lips. “Speaking of the pack, I think you should meet them. We gather at Emily’s—that’s Sam’s fiancee—sometimes, and they’ll be there today.”

“Will they be angry that I figured it out?” she asks, genuinely curious. She wants to meet them, wants to know more about the group of guys Jacob is now supernaturally entangled with, but she’s not so sure a house of angry werewolves is somewhere she’s ready to be so soon after her last brush with death. He breathes a laugh and shakes his head. 

“They won’t be angry. They’ll probably be irritated with me, because I couldn’t just let you go…” Their eyes meet, and she thinks of reaching out to touch his hand across the table, though she doesn’t in the end. “But as for you, they’ll probably just be impressed.”

The pack is both impressed by her and slightly irritated with Jacob, but stern glances and eye rolls quickly turn to laughter and playful shoving, as they pile into Emily’s small but cozy kitchen and make introductions around a batch of fresh muffins.

She gets official confirmation on things she’d only read about—like their ability to hear each other’s thoughts when shifted, the accelerated healing, their speed, their power—right from the wolves' mouths, and they learn from her too, everything she knows about vampires like Laurent and Victoria. She doesn’t talk much about the Cullens, mostly because their secrets are not hers to tell, but she can see Jacob’s brain working as she mentions Victoria’s vendetta, as she shows the group the pale, silvery bite mark on her arm. 

“If she’s here, she’s here for me,” she tells them, and Jake tenses, his jaw tight, veins visible, shoots Sam a look that conveys they have a lot to talk about when she’s not around. 

Later, she suggests to Jacob that he take a walk with her, because she can tell how all of those stories have put him on edge. Together they amble slowly toward the beach, close but not touching, and this time she does take his hand, leans in so their forearms brush. 

“It’ll be okay,” she murmurs, tilting her head to look up at him. “You guys are strong, fast. You took down Laurent—I have no doubts you’ll get her too.” 

“Before she hurts you?” he says, staring ahead, voice rough because he’s been mostly silent all day, listening closely to her and taking everything in. “Because if she does…” 

“She won’t. The others are watching her,” she says, hoping like hell that’s still true, “and even if she finds me… I trust you to protect me.” He stops there, on the wet sand, and she turns toward him so she can see his expression, to get a better idea of what’s on his mind. 

“If they come back, I’m not allowed to fight on their land—I’d be breaking the treaty,” he says with a pained look. She understands the words he’s not saying: if they come back, I wouldn’t be able to protect you in your own home.

“They’re not coming back,” she whispers, because she can’t say the words any louder than that, even though they’re true.  “He made his choice, and that’s—that’s okay.” 

“Is it?” Jacob asks, leaning in, and she gets it, gets why; she hasn’t exactly been positive about Edward’s departure, how his choice affected her, took his family away from her too, and now suddenly she’s okay with it?

It isn’t sudden, though, not really. It’s been a gradual acceptance, something she’s been coming to terms with since the day he left. She knows Edward’s decision wasn’t made easily; she knows he didn’t leave because he didn’t love her, but because he loved her so much he put aside his feelings for her and did what he thought was right. 

He went about it all the wrong way, removing every trace of himself from her life, banning his family from communicating with her, taking her choices away, but in the end his heart was in the right place, and she’s found a way to respect that, despite everything. 

Maybe it’s just Jacob. He brought her out of her post-breakup shell, made her smile again, laugh again, feel important and wanted and cared for. Maybe he filled in the cracks of her broken heart so she could use it again, without the need for exhilaration and adrenaline to cover up the pain of what she’s lost; maybe it’s just Jacob, bright like the sun they so seldom see, special and rare and wild. 

“It’s okay,” she assures him, voice steady with her conviction. She raises their conjoined hands and presses her lips to his knuckles, just briefly, before dropping them back to her side. 

Jake nods, accepts her answer, and they walk further along the beach until the sun goes down in a hazy blend of blue and orange and red.

He offers to drive her home, and even though it’s impractical, and she’d usually put up a fight, she wants that extra time with him. Wants to be that close to him. She sits in the middle of the bench seat, neither up against him nor really on the passenger’s side, but close enough for Jake to throw an arm across her shoulders, and they listen to the radio and talk about his pack while cruising down the road. 

“I better go,” he murmurs before she can even unlock her front door, and she tries not to let her face fall; she’d been hoping he’d stay over again, or come inside for a little bit, at least. 

She must fail at controlling her expression, because Jacob smiles softly, like he’s pleased with himself, and leans in, brushing his fingers over the line of her jaw. 

“We’re patrolling tonight—got a vampire to kill. But I’ll call you tomorrow?” 

She nods beneath his touch, and he pulls back and turns to leave, jogging down the street and toward the forest that’ll lead him back to La Push.

He does call the next day, but it’s brief; Victoria’s back, just as Sam expected, so they’re running all night, all day, trying to catch her off guard, taking breaks only to eat and sleep when they absolutely have to. Jacob promises to check in when he can, but after three days with no contact—and a voicemail from her father about locals spotting wolves in the woods—she’s on edge again, less concerned for her own safety, more worried about Jake’s. 

She’s an absolute idiot for doing it—going to the beach, to the tall cliffs that loom over it—but she needs the rush again, doesn’t feel right when it’s just her own troubled voice in her head. She needs to hear the purr of an engine, the hum of a plane, the crashing of pure, white water against rocks… or maybe Jacob’s heartbeat. But the cliffs are the simple option at the moment, and all she can think about until she’s actually there, looking out over the ocean, the gritty scents of sand and salt in her nose. 

She takes several deep, long breaths. That’s the key to these things that bring her so much excitement—using all of her senses, so she’s not just herself but everything around her too. She needs to see the sun on the horizon, taste the spray of seawater and clean, crisp air. She needs to smell the damp earth, touch the frothy bubbles that lap at the shore, hear…

She hears a wolf, actually, howling solemnly in the distance, but doesn’t register the sound until after she’s already jumped. 

The waves are choppier than they’d appeared when she was looking down at them, and it knocks the breath out of her lungs when they crash into her body, pulling her down into the dark vastness of the icy sea. Her arms and legs move instinctively, fighting to bring her back to the surface, but the water is deep and heavy and she’s already so tired of trying. 

She’s so cold all she can feel is cold, her teeth chattering, so even when she hits her head on a boulder and it starts to bleed, she doesn’t realize what’s happened until everything turns black.

She’s warmer, suddenly, that’s all she knows, though the ground beneath her back is rocky and wet, uncomfortable. She thinks maybe it’s a blanket that feels so warm, but quickly realizes it’s Jacob above her, soaked to his bones, a sigh of relief passing his lips. 

“Oh thank god. Can you hear me?” He cradles the back of her head in his palm and helps her sit up, then presses his fingers tenderly to the sore bump beneath her hair. “Your head’s not that bad, but I bet it hurts.” 

“Hmm. Hurts,” she mumbles, her throat raw, temples throbbing. She’s cold and tired and thirsty, but ashamed above all else; maybe she really does need someone making the decisions for her, if this is the kind of stupidity she gets up to when she’s alone. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he answers quickly, and he runs his hands over her arms and legs, her neck, her face, checking for further injury. “I’m just glad you’re alright. The waves are bad today; you could have been swept away.” 

“I didn’t realize that until it was too late,” she admits sheepishly, and when he brings her closer she rests her cheek against his chest, feels tears stinging her already tired eyes. “I’m sorry, Jacob.” 

“It’s okay, I’m here. It’s okay.” His voice is as soft as his hands as they curve around her, holding her against him, and they sit like that for a couple minutes, until Sam runs over and tells him to get her home. 

He drives again, but this time she’s even more grateful, because there’s no way she could have done it herself. She feels so much at once—dumb and scared and childish, but also brave and calm, while somehow her mind races with thoughts of the wolves howling and Jacob’s hands in her hair. Her focus is shot, and even though she’s wrapped in one of Jake’s thick, fleece lined hoodies, she trembles, heavy and cold, as she peers out the passenger side window, watching the trees go by.

“Hundred and eight degrees over here,” Jacob says eventually, with a half smile, and she blinks for a moment before giving in; with a sigh, she scoots closer, wraps an arm around his waist. She can feel the heat of his body even through the layers they wear, and she shivers involuntarily at the pleasant but abrupt change in temperature.

“You still want me this close? Not afraid the bad decisions will rub off onto you?” It’s a joke, a self-deprecating one, and an apology all bundled together. “What I did was stupid, I know. I could have gotten really hurt, and you should have been out there with the pack, with Harry, not saving me.” 

He tilts his head, leans closer so his cheek rests against her hair.

“Well it wasn’t smart, but we all have our moments. And you couldn’t have known about Harry—don’t be too hard on yourself.” A long beat of silence passes, and she turns toward him, pressing her icy nose to his neck with another sigh.

“Mmm. You’re so warm. It must be nice, never getting cold.” 

“It’s a wolf thing,” he says with a shrug, but it’s not, not really, and she can’t let that stand. 

“Maybe, but trust me, it’s a Jacob thing too. You’ve always been warm.” She just sits there, breathes him in, lets him warm her hands and nose, so content she almost doesn’t notice when he pulls up in front of her house.

“This is better. Now that you know about me,” he says, tipping his face down, after he turns off the truck. She pulls back just enough to look into his eyes, to try to gauge his intent.

“But?” He swallows hard, looks away for a moment before returning to her face.

“You saw what happened to Emily. Sam got angry, lost it for a split second, and Em was standing too close. He’ll never be able to take that back.” He shakes his head, as if imagining the two of them in the same situation. What he could do to her. What she would think of him. “What if I get mad and I hurt you?” 

“You’re new to this—even if you are a natural,” she says, remembering a comment Embry had made when they’d last spoken. “You’ll learn how to control it, how to read the warning signs, and you’ll either stop yourself from turning or get somewhere safe. We’ll be okay,” she promises, resting her hand soothingly against his neck, and he sighs softly.

“Sometimes, I feel like I’m gonna disappear. Like one day it will be all wolf and no Jake.” He leans in, close enough that their noses just barely brush, and the way he looks down at her is something like… 

Yearning, she thinks to herself after a beat. It’s a powerful emotion, but she’s never seen it look quite so beautiful before. 

“You’re not going to lose yourself. I won’t let that happen.” 

“How?” he asks, bringing a hand up to cover hers, and she wets her lips, shakes her head to clear it; it’s swimming again, in this small space, so very close to him—especially when he’s looking at her like that.

“I’ll tell you all the time… how special you are to me.” She looks up, feels like she’s showing her soul to him, like this incident has stripped her down to bare bones and she’s letting him see her, once and for all. He stares into her eyes for a long moment, then leans in slowly, tentatively, and this time she doesn’t stop herself from meeting him in the middle, from pressing her mouth to his. 

She can actually feel the relief wash over him when she doesn’t reject his kiss, like he’s been tightly coiled and tense and can finally relax because she wants the same things, feels the same way.

She expects his lips to be warm, soft, but he is scorching against her skin, even more so when he moves his hand to her cheek in a gentle caress. With the palm against his hip, she pushes up his t-shirt, gets her fingers on his body, and they both gasp softly into the kiss, deepen it. 

“Jacob,” she sighs when they part for air; he seems okay, if a little shaky, but she feels flushed, eager, almost vibrating with the need to keep kissing him. She wants more, even though her throat burns like the last time his lips touched hers, when he forced the water out of her lungs and saved her life. 

That’s what he does best, her Jacob—like a flicker in the dark, he always pulls her away from the dangers of her own making and brings her back into the light.

“Is this real?” he asks, his breath a ghost on her lips; his other hand, on her lower back, pulls her closer to his body, and she turns her head and kisses the palm resting on her cheek. 

They kiss again, hands a bit less careful, hers sliding up his back, his weaving into her hair to control the tilt of her head. She gives in to it all, lets him set the pace, gripping him like a life preserver and letting his heat warm her from the inside out. She feels like she can’t get possibly close enough, wants to be pressed skin to skin, but she settles for sliding into his lap, ducking her head so she doesn’t hit it on the metal roof of the truck. 

He groans as she twists fingers into his hair, as she pulls him into her and feels the long, hard line of his body against hers. She kisses faster, harder, and he matches her fervor, wraps an arm around her waist and catches her chin with tight fingers. 

They kiss for a long time, and the cabin heats, windows fogging up as they share breath and saliva, as they murmur each other’s names like prayer. Her lips are red and raw when she finally needs to pause, and she rests her head against his chest and listens to the thunderous, wild beating of his heart. 

“Will you stay the night? Please?” she asks, voice a little broken—rough with need, and soreness from nearly drowning, and breathlessness caused by the most intense kiss of her entire life. 

Jacob nods, and he sets her carefully back on the seat, removes the keys from the ignition and climbs out of the truck. She slides out behind him, and he closes the door, takes her hand in his just like she did on the beach.

He locks the front door behind them when they’re finally inside—as if that will stop anyone we need to worry about, she teases with a soft laugh—and she takes the lead, walks up the stairs toward her bedroom with Jacob trailing behind. 

Despite his surreal body heat and the thick, warm sweatshirt he’d given her to wear, she’s still cold down to her bones, and wet like a drowned rat, so she pulls off her shoes and socks and sets them down by the radiator. Jacob watches her every move from a couple steps away, eyes lingering as she shrugs out of his hoodie, then pulls her damp sweater over her head. 

There’s nothing sexy or seductive about it, it’s not a striptease by any means, but he doesn’t look away when she’s down to her bra, and she doesn’t want him to. He bends down to take off his boots, to line them up next to hers, then bridges the distance between them and leans in for a deep, slow kiss. 

It’s not long before they both sink down onto the bed, and her fingers slip open the button of her jeans, then hesitate, wait at the button of his. She looks up at him, and the confirmation is all but written there, in the darkness of his eyes, the swipe of his tongue over his lips, but she needs to be sure. 

“I want you, all of you,” she murmurs, and then she brushes a hand through his hair, leans in to just rest her mouth against his. It’s delicate like the first time, but full of meaning, and he presses up into her kiss. “Do you want this?” 

“I want this. You. All—all of you.” He nods, licks his lips again, eyes softer but no less hungry, and she flicks open the button and kisses him like she did in the truck: hands on his body, in his hair, her breath all his. 

They don’t part, not really, just fall back against the pillows and tug at clothing, pressing kisses to throats and palms. His t-shirt drops to the bedroom floor, then her jeans and underwear, his, and the room is quiet except for the sounds of eager, wet kisses and soft, needy moans. 

She sits up, reaches back to unclasp her bra, and Jacob drags the strap down her shoulder, helps her take it off, leaving it somewhere in the bed; his mouth moves to hers, then down her neck, over her collarbone, and finally caresses each nipple with a gentle reverence that makes her ache all over.  

“You’re still sure?” he asks when she is shaking beneath his touch, strong arms wrapped around her back, and she nods and shifts up into his lap. 

When their lips meet, the kiss is hard, and she curls an arm around his shoulders, weaving a hand into his hair. They’re both panting when she leans up, guides him inside her, and when she sinks down it’s like a flash of tingling heat takes over her entire body. 

Jacob groans, holding her securely, thrusting up as she works her thighs above him. They kiss, deep and messy, graceless but passionate, her fingers tugging, his pressing hard into her skin. 

It’s not at all how she’d expected her first time to be; she’d imagined it would be with Edward, of course, and slow, but she can’t get enough of Jacob and it seems like he can’t get enough of her either. She’d imagined a cool, pale body above her, but it’s Jacob’s deep, rich, hot skin she presses her lips to, her fingernails against. She’d expected Edward’s hard, marble arms around her, and while Jacob is strong and firm he’s still soft, skin slick with sweat as they move together. 

“Jake,” she murmurs, the taste of him on her lips, his scent in her nose, woodsy, clean. “Jacob.” Her body trembles and he holds her tighter, presses his face into her neck. 

“I’ve got you.” She sighs happily at that, grabs his hair more roughly, rides him faster. 

“You’ve got me. You’ve always got me.” 

Jacob looks up at her, eyes fiery, liquid, then pulls her in with a hand on the back of her neck and kisses her like the first time—soft, nervous, sweet. The juxtaposition of that gentle kiss and his possessive grip makes her dizzy, and when he pulls back his face is all she can see, all she wants to see, all she needs.

“I’ve always got you,” he promises, his gaze tender, unflinching. “Always.”

He’s got her when he comes, holding her tightly with one thick forearm and dragging his free hand over her breasts, then lower, to rub her clit as she bounces herself to climax in his grasp. “Oh, god,” she breathes, voice like a shiver, and her fingernails dig half-moons into his biceps as they both slow, slow, slow, then stop altogether.

He eases them both down against the bed, arms around her, their legs entwined, and they catch their breath, just look at each other until the exhaustion of the day catches up to her. Her eyes flutter closed, and pressed so close to him, so warm, all she can do is sleep.

When she wakes, it’s still mostly dark, and she desperately needs to clean up in the bathroom and get a glass of water. Jacob’s t-shirt is the first piece of clothing she sees—or the first she wants to see—and she pulls it over her head and pads to the bathroom for a human moment—a very human moment indeed. 

She pauses, while washing her hands, to look over her reflection in the mirror. Rationally, she knows nothing has really changed, but at the same time everything has. 

The bathroom water is never cold enough to drink, so she treads down the stairs, across the kitchen, turns on the tap and lets it run until the water is icy and crisp. She fills a glass, takes a couple of sips, then almost drops it when a cool hand is suddenly pressed to her shoulder. 

It’s Alice, and she uses her other hand to catch the glass before it can hit the floor and shatter. 

“Relax. It’s just me.” Her eyes are soft, and it’s clear she is happy to see her, but there’s something else in her expression, something inquisitive. “You’re alright.”

“I’m fine. I’m… good, actually.” She shrugs, which bares her shoulder, in the large t-shirt she wears, that she’d forgotten she was wearing. She freezes—she knows how she must smell to Alice, like Jacob and like… Jacob—but her friend just shakes her head. 

“I couldn’t see you; well, I saw you jump off a cliff, and then you were gone. I thought you died.” 

“Alive and well,” she says with a tone that’s hoping for lighthearted, but… 

She has no regrets about being with Jacob, not one—she just hadn’t expected to be confronted with a vampire she once considered a sister almost immediately after. She doesn’t know what to say right now, how to act. Who to be.

“I was cliff jumping, recreationally. It was fun... for a minute.” Alice rolls her eyes, but it’s clear she’s happy she’s unharmed—though perhaps irritated by her tendency toward life-threatening idiocy.

“That doesn’t explain why I couldn’t see you, why your whole future went black.” Her golden eyes stare seriously, unblinking for a moment, and then she looks away. “Though maybe I owe that to the wolf in your bed.” 

Of all the nights for Alice to come back to Forks, she thinks, a suddenly uncomfortable pit in her stomach. Then she hears footsteps on the stairs.

“Not in her bed anymore,” Jacob says, voice low, from the doorway to the kitchen; he takes half a step forward, an aborted move, like he wants to put himself in between them. 

“This is Alice, Edward’s sister. Alice, this is Jacob,” she explains, trying not to focus on his shirtless torso, or the pained expression on his face. She blows out a deep breath. “It’s okay. She won’t hurt me.” 

“She’s hurt you before,” he counters, no doubt remembering every heartbroken, aching expression she’d worn in the months prior. He takes a step closer, so he is next to her, his forearm grazing hers, and Alice takes a step back. “I’d like to stick around, if it’s all the same to you.” 

He’s posturing, that much is clear, but she can't find it in herself to be irritated, because at least he’s giving her the option, letting her choose.

“I thought you couldn’t protect me here,” she says, turning her face up to look at him, and Jacob’s response makes heat pool low in her belly, just like the night before. 

“There is nowhere in this world I won’t protect you—treaty or no treaty.” 

She wants so badly to kiss him, but Alice is there, Alice, right in front of her after all this time, and she’s conflicted. Torn. He can tell, she knows, but he doesn’t take it personally, just reaches up to scratch his head, sighs. 

“So are more of you coming? Is–is he…?” 

“I came alone. And no,” Alice replies after a moment, but she’s looking at her instead, probably knows that he’s just saying what she’s too worried to ask. “He only calls in once every few months. Says he wants to be alone.” Jacob scoffs.

“Great. He wants to be alone, so you all leave her behind, unprotected? That red headed vampire is after her because of him.” 

That gets a reaction out of Alice, whose eyes darken protectively.

“Who, Victoria? I haven’t seen her.” She stares off into the distance, like she’s searching for memories, visions, sifting through what she’s seen and trying to piece together what she hasn’t. “Just like I didn’t see you get pulled out of the water. There’s a lot I haven’t seen, apparently,” she adds under her breath, and the other girl presses her lips together, sighs. 

Not the time or place for this discussion, and they both know it, but that doesn’t mean it’s avoidable for long. 

“So you can’t see around Jacob. The wolves,” she guesses. “I’ve been with them a lot lately.”

“With him a lot lately,” Alice corrects. Jacob huffs, but it’s not untrue, so she lets her think what she wants. Her silence must speak volumes, because Alice takes a deep, wholly unnecessary breath, and gestures toward the door. “Should I go?” 

“Please don’t,” she says quickly, nearly begging. It’s the first she’s seen of Alice in almost a year and she cannot let her leave as abruptly as she’d shown up. “If you could just give us a minute…” 

“Take two,” the vampire says, and it’s with a half-smile that turns into a smirk. “I’ll go Febreze the living room while I wait: it smells like wet dog.” She turns to leave, a bounce in her step that the other girl can’t help laughing at, shaking her head. 

She sobers up when Jacob turns toward her, takes a step that moves the both of them, so her back is pressed up against the kitchen counter. He looks so serious, and her heart beats for him everywhere. 

“Do you believe her? When she says she came alone?” he asks, and she tilts her head, nods softly. 

“Of course I believe her. She just had to make sure I was okay, that’s all. There’s… there’s nothing for them here.” 

Even as she says the words, she hopes they’re not true—hopes that, even if they really aren’t meant to be together, that she and Edward, she and the Cullens, can still be… Friends isn’t really a strong enough word, but she wants them in her life, potential bloody accidents be damned. 

“So if he came back,” Jacob says, leaning in closer, his lips hovering over hers, “you wouldn’t go to him?” His tone is light, but she understands the weight of his question, takes a moment to find the right words to answer it. 

“If he came back, I’d want to see him. Just like I want to see Alice.” She reaches out to touch him, his warm, bare skin, places her palm over his thumping heart. “But I wouldn’t go to him. Not like this.” 

It’s true, and she wants to say more, to promise him, reassure him, but just after she says it, the landline rings. Jacob sighs, his breath on her cheek, and reaches out a hand to answer it. “Hello?” The person on the other end speaks in a low tone she can’t make out, but she can see the tick in Jacob’s jaw, a hard set to his eyes. “He isn’t here right now, but that’s not who you really want, is it?” 

There’s another moment of conversation she can’t hear, and Alice walks into the room looking stunned; Jacob hands the other girl the receiver, and she looks from him to Alice and then speaks into the phone. “Hello?” 

“You’re alright.” 

It’s Edward, his voice cool and smooth but thick with emotion. It makes butterflies flutter around in her stomach, just like it used to. 

“I’m alright.” She doesn’t give him more than he asks for, doesn’t take more than he offers. She’s aware of two sets of eyes on her, feels more nervous than before, in her oversized t-shirt and sleep-mussed hair.

She’s glad he can’t see her and wonders exactly what that means.

“Good. Rosalie said Alice had a vision…” He trails off, but they both know what he’s not saying: everyone thought she’d given up and killed herself. She crosses her arms.

“The vision was incomplete. I’m fine. Stupid, but fine.” Edward huffs a laugh down the line, and she can imagine the exact cant of his mouth, the glimmer in his eye that always seemed to be reserved for her.

“You are many things, but stupid is not one of them.” There’s more he wants to say, she can tell; as a man of few words, many of their conversations were punctuated with heavy, meaningful silence. Part of her wishes she could see his face, at least. That always helped. “Who answered the phone? Jacob?”

She looks up at him involuntarily, notes the tightness of his mouth, his arms folded in front of his bare chest. 

“Yes, Jacob. He’s the one who pulled me out of the water, the one Alice didn’t see.” 

“Hmm. He still doesn’t seem to like me much.” Her lips turn up at that—understatement of the century—and she wonders if Jake can hear him too. Based on the stoic expression he wears, he either can’t, or he’s not paying attention. 

“No he does not.” A beat passes, then two. “You should call your family more often, go see them. They miss you.” 

“It’s difficult,” he says, swallowing, and she nods at no one. 

“I know, but don’t punish them. Please.” She knows how it feels, to be totally cut off from people she loves, to constantly wonder, always fear the worst; she doesn’t say it because she knows he knows.

“I’ll consider it, if you don’t go jumping off those cliffs any time soon.” She laughs softly, surprised at his humor; this was not how she would have ever anticipated a call like this to go, but she likes it. Likes them, like this. 

“Deal. Alice is looking at me like she’s going to steal the phone any moment,” she warns, which is putting it mildly. “So I’m going to put her on. You can call when it’s not life or death, you know,” she adds quietly. “It would be nice to hear from you. If you ever want to talk.” 

She doesn’t know if he responds, because Alice takes the receiver, winds the cord around her arm, and scolds her brother with love in the way only a sister can manage. 

While they talk, she walks toward Jacob, then past him, toward the staircase, but she takes hold of his hand as she goes, and he follows just like the night before. This time, he closes the bedroom door behind them. 

“I’m sorry this happened like this,” she says, sitting down on the bed, one leg beneath her and the other hanging over the edge. “I’m not sorry Alice is here, but I’m sorry that’s what you woke up to. If you were… worried.” Jacob takes the space next to her atop the rumpled duvet. 

“I was worried when I smelled a bloodsu- vampire,” he corrects quickly, “and you weren’t beside me.”

“I’m sorry,” she says again, this time leaning closer. “But thank you for giving me the phone, letting me talk to him. I’m sure that wasn’t easy.” He shrugs, like it was no big deal, even though she remembers how angry he’d looked at the sound of Edward’s voice. 

“I almost didn’t. I mean, technically, he didn’t ask for you.” She rolls her eyes—definitely guy logic—then stands up, scoops his jeans off the floor and hands them over to him. Her face heats at the memory of removing them in the first place, but she snaps out of that for her own sake and grabs fresh clothes, steps into the bathroom to make herself presentable.

When she’s done, she heads back to her bedroom, where Jacob is now clad in jeans and boots, sitting shirtless on her bed. She deposits the borrowed t-shirt onto his lap, and when he thinks she’s not looking he brings it to his nose, inhales long and slow, before pulling it over his head.

That action does things to her, and she wishes for a moment that she had his senses, so she could smell the two of them the same way he does, their scents deeply saturated and blended together.

They head downstairs when they’re both dressed, and while he rummages in the refrigerator for something to make them for breakfast, she treads into the living room and sits down next to Alice on the couch. 

“So,” Alice says, and then she gestures to a cup of tea. The other girl picks up the mug and thanks her, brings it to her lips. “How long has that been going on?” 

She feels her cheeks heat, and she hides behind another sip of tea. 

“Really? I haven’t seen you in almost a year and that’s what you want to talk about?” 

“Oh, forgive me for being curious about what it’s like to date a werewolf when last I saw you were grieving the loss of my brother.” Alice’s tone is more playful than it would seem, and her eyes smile even if her lips don’t. 

She always knew that Edward wasn’t telling the truth when he said he didn’t want her. He just couldn’t bear it, knowing that being with him put her in so much danger, caused her so much pain. She knew it was worth it, but if he didn’t… there’s nothing she could have done to change his mind, she knows that now. She can’t feel guilty for moving on when it’s exactly what he’d wanted her to do in the first place. 

“Okay, you’re right. Let’s talk about how I’m going to comb the woods, find Victoria, and rip her into confetti for threatening to hurt you.” 

“You don’t have to do that,” Jacob says, walking into the room with… a cup of tea. He looks over at the mug in her hand, then sets the one he brought her down on the table without a word. “The pack’s got it covered.” 

“All due respect, but if the pack had it covered, she wouldn’t be a threat anymore, would she?” Alice tosses over her shoulder. The other girl sets her tea down and sighs. 

“Alright, can we not do this? The age-old vampires versus werewolves thing? Especially if I’m in the middle of it. Maybe you guys could work together for a change; Alice can’t protect this part of the territory all by herself.” She picks up her drink—a drink, the one Jacob made, this time—and takes a long sip, looks up at them over the rim of the mug. 

“The pack could help, if you give us the authority to amend the treaty,” Jacob says to Alice, though he’s kind of looking at the ceiling, his arms crossed. “But wherever she is, I’ll be.” 

“You can’t be with her every second,” Alice counters, and her exasperation makes it  sound like an argument she’s had before. “It’s not good for either of you and could put her in danger; if Victoria picks up on it, she’ll be able to use your scent to track her anywhere. Trust me, yours is a lot stronger than hers is, and it’s all over her.” 

She thinks Jacob makes some kind of noise, like a low growl in the very back of his throat, but it’s hard to hear. Alice raises her eyebrows like she’s trying not to roll her eyes. 

The three of them discuss potential ways to coordinate with the pack, and Alice mentions calling in Emmett and Jasper to see if they could help with the search; the sooner Victoria is gone, the better, is the general consensus, and Jacob thinks he can get Sam on board with that as well, even if it means more Cullens coming back to town. 

She finishes both cups of tea, then a plate of eggs and toast Jacob put together from the bare-bones contents of her kitchen—she reminds herself to make a shopping list, then absently wonders if she’ll have a grand escort to Trader Joe’s. 

“I’ll make some calls while you’re gone,” Alice says as she is taking her last bite; she looks up from her plate, confused, and Alice waves a hand. “I saw a glimpse of you at the grocery store, but then it went dark; I assume that means he’s going with you.”

“I thought about it for a split second, as a joke,” she clarifies with a huff of laughter. “I don’t think I need a bodyguard in the produce aisle at eight AM.”

“Better safe than sorry,” Alice and Jacob say, at the same time, and her lips twitch in amusement. 

Looks like they’re not so different, in the end.

She gives in and allows Jacob to drive her to the supermarket, though not without a long look from Alice as he walks her to the truck with his hand on the small of her back. 

They breeze through the store thanks to the list in her head—she buys a little more than she usually would, because it seems like Jacob plans to be around. She likes the thought of that even more than she’d expected, likes choosing things solely because she knows he’ll enjoy them.

“I think we should talk about last night,” Jacob says, voice low, when they’re nearly back to her house. She cringes internally, because that’s never a sentence a girl wants to hear after a night like that, and he clears his throat. “I know cliff jumping ended up being kind of traumatic for you, and it didn’t feel like it last night, but if I took advantage…”

He looks over at her, his expression pained, and she shifts closer and wraps her hand around his forearm.

“God, no, Jake—that’s not what happened.” He brings the truck to a stop in her driveway, puts it in park, and she presses her palm to his cheek so he’ll focus on her instead of fixing his gaze out the window. “I wanted everything, every moment. I still want it,” she murmurs, and he looks over her face like he’s still not quite sure he believes it.

“You do? Even after… after you spoke to him, and everything?” It’s a fair question, and again, one she answers very carefully.

“I think we needed to talk, he and I, but it didn’t change anything. You’re the one who changed everything,” she admits softly, tentatively, wetting her lips. She hopes her eyes convey the certainty her voice can’t seem to. “Do you want to kiss me?” she breathes, leaning closer, her fingers winding a path through his hair, and he nods his head and presses his mouth to hers. 

She gets up on her knees so she can be closer to him, but she doesn’t climb into his lap like before—she does have some self-restraint, despite what it may seem. She curls one arm around the muscles of his back, pulls him in for more contact with the hand in his hair, and it’s a few minutes later when she remembers they’ve got bags of perishable groceries in the back and a vampire with excellent acoustic abilities just inside her home. 

She pulls back, smiles a little at the soft, unfocused look on his face, then runs her hand down his chest before lifting it away entirely.

“I know we’re kind of at DEFCON 1 right now, but more of that a little later would be nice.” 

“Hmm. Very nice,” he agrees with a nod, his voice slightly rough, and he turns off the ignition and carries all of her groceries into the kitchen with one strong arm. 

Emmett and Jasper do come back, with Rosalie and Esme, to her delight and Jacob’s discomfort. Between the pack, who comes to get the vampires’ scents so there’s no friendly fire, and the family, who split time between her house and the one they left behind, the place is a revolving door of the supernatural for the next few days. 

All of them take turns watching over her house at night, while the others patrol the woods. She catches up with everyone she’s been separated from—even Jasper gives her a crushing hug, so at least the time away was good for something—and it’s wonderful, but it means there’s not much time to be with Jacob aside from planning sessions and the occasional quick check in. The most time she spends with him is when they attend Harry’s funeral, something somber and intimate, with ethereal music and a glowing campfire and endless stories about the Clearwater line. 

She is introduced to Leah and Seth, Harry’s children, and while Seth seems welcoming and friendly his sister is cold, standoffish—though not without reason, she soon learns from the pack. 

“She’s not always like that… mostly just when she’s around Sam,” Embry says where they stand on the edge of the forest, away from the thick smoke that burns her very human eyes. She looks over at the pack leader at the mention of his name. “Now that she’s part of the pack, we have to live the Leah/Sam/Emily painfest all over again.” 

She turns back to him, to Quil, who’s standing beside him, and tilts her head, curious.

“I don’t think I follow—Sam left Leah for Emily?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not what you think. He hates himself for hurting her, but he couldn’t help it. Emily was ‘the one.’” Quil says it almost sarcastically, with air quotes for emphasis, and she frowns.

“The one?” She doesn’t mean to sound skeptical, but these days she’s not as big a fan of providence and destiny as she used to be.

“Sam imprinted on Emily. It’s kind of like… soulmates, but bigger. Cosmic. They were literally meant to be together.”

“Like fate,” she says, filling in that blank, and then a large, warm hand is splayed across her back, fingertips pressing into the fabric of her dress. 

“We make our own fate around here,” Jacob says tightly, and she looks up, regards him curiously. He’s not just upset about Harry, or Victoria… there’s got to be something else making his jaw tense, his eyes hard. “And I think that’s more than enough of the pack soap opera for tonight. Are you ready to go home?” 

He turns his gaze to her, and it softens, for which she is grateful; he is her guardian on duty tonight, and despite the solemn evening—or maybe because of it—she wants to spend the night as close to him as she possibly can.

She nods, and after they say their goodbyes he walks her to the truck, opens the door for her, closing it carefully when she’s safely inside. He takes the spot behind the driver’s seat—his usual, now—but doesn’t drive straight to her house like she expects. 

“Ice cream?” she asks when he turns off the engine outside of a mom and pop shop selling sundaes, cones, and shakes. She exits the car at his indication, and the two of them walk hand in hand up to the illuminated window that says Order Here. An older couple is ahead of them, pointing at the chalk menu board, and Jacob leans in to speak in a hushed tone. 

“This place was Harry’s favorite. You like chocolate, right?” 

“Has anyone ever answered ‘no’ to that question?” she asks softly, playfully, and it works as intended, lightens the mood just enough to bring a brilliant smile to his painfully beautiful face. “I think this is a wonderful way to remember him, Jake.” She wraps a comforting arm around his, and Jacob nods, lips pressed together, eyes sad.

“Just kind of feels right.” 

He orders for them when it’s their turn, two waffle cones with two scoops of chocolate ice cream each, and they sit at a picnic table on the side of the building, eating their tributes with heavy hearts and looking up at the stars.

The ride home is quiet, contemplative, at least for her; by the time they arrive she has been running through thoughts of mortality, finality, how short life is and how very precious. 

These are all normal thoughts for a person to have, and certainly after a celebration of life like the one on the reservation tonight, but she thinks seriously for the first time about Jacob and his desperate need to protect her, the way he puts himself in danger—stupidly, recklessly, completely—every day to keep her safe.

When they’ve made it inside, she exhales deeply, looks up into earnest, curious eyes, and wraps her arms around him, presses close so she can bury her nose in his clothing.

She breathes him in long and slow, his usual scent of crisp air and rain and oak dulled by the smoke of the bonfire, and then his hands are in her hair, tipping her face up for a decadent, passionate kiss. 

God, how is he so good at this? she thinks as he sips at her lips, glides his own down the tender line of her throat. She sighs and grabs for his arms, something to ground her as her desire threatens to take over, to leave her a whimpering, begging mess beneath his hands. 

Jacob turns them so she’s got her back to the kitchen table, sets her on top of it, and she parts her knees for him, pulls him closer. Her fingers itch with the need to touch his skin, so she tugs at the hem of his shirt and gets her hands beneath it, skims them over the taut muscles of his bare back. 

“I can take it off,” he murmurs against her neck, and she nods breathlessly and helps him pull it over his head. His hands bracket her hips, palms flat on the table, and her arms curve up around his back, bringing him closer; she kisses him eagerly anywhere she can reach—his throat, shoulders, face, everywhere.

She whispers his name into his own skin, presses her lips to his biceps, scrapes her teeth over the lobe of his ear, and he shudders at her touch, tilts his head to look up at her, his eyes dark and almost… dangerous.

What does it say about her, that she finds that look so goddamn attractive?

“I’m sorry, I—I need a minute,” he says, panting through gritted teeth, and she lets her hands fall away, leaning back a little to give him space to breathe.

“Take all the time you need,” she assures him calmly, patiently. It’s the first time she’s ever seen his wolf so close to the surface, and she’s completely unafraid, would hold him and help him ride out the tension in his body if she thought he would let her. “It’s just us, Jake, just me and you.” 

“Just us,” he repeats, his fists clenching and unclenching, taking a long breath with his eyes closed. She breathes with him, has always found that helpful when she herself is overwhelmed, and after a few moments he presses closer and she runs a soothing hand over his chest. “I’m okay,” he says eventually, leaning in slowly for a kiss as though he’s afraid it will be rejected. She brings her hands to his face, deepens it, so it’s still soft and easy but with enough meaning behind it to convey her thoughts. 

“I know,” she murmurs, just to be certain he believes her. “You did so good; so good, Jake.” He nods, pulls back a little so he can look into her eyes. 

“It’s not that I can’t control it, I can, but…” He looks away for a moment, swipes his tongue over his lips. “The instincts are so strong and I don’t always want to fight them. Sometimes when I’m with you, I want to let the wolf win.” He says it like he’s ashamed, and she puts her arm around his shoulders and brings him down for another kiss, this one just a gentle press of mouths.

“I understand that more than you think I do.” His breath on her lips makes her crave more of his heat, but she knows it has to be slow now, or he’ll get too in his head and never let himself enjoy their night together. “I may not be supernaturally inclined, but sometimes making decisions with my body is all I want to do. Especially with you,” she adds, just a sigh between them, then touches their foreheads together. 

They stay like that for a moment, embracing in their own way, until he initiates a kiss that is so thorough it makes her toes curl. She brings her hands to his waist, guides him closer, and he rests a broad palm at the base of her throat and kisses her, again, and again, and again. 

Her arms curl around his body the second they separate for air, and he lifts her from the table, carries her up the stairs with an ease that makes her long for more frequent displays of his strength. 

Getting his clothes off is quick enough, since he’s already shirtless, and his hands are tender and gentle as he sweeps her hair away from her neck, pulls down the zipper of her dress, slides it off her bare shoulders. 

Neither of them bother to pull back the covers, simply lay back on the bed, her knees apart again, Jacob hovering between them and letting his eyes move over her like he’s committing her body to memory. It makes a wave of heat rush through her, and since tonight is less hurried she does the same, lingers over every curve of muscle, every sharp line of bone. He leans in, lays an arm behind her head, glides his lips over her jaw, her cheek, her mouth.

“I was right, before,” she says after another satisfying kiss, letting her fingers press into the flesh of his hips. He looks into her eyes, tilts his head curiously, and she smiles a little, can’t help herself. “You really are beautiful.” 

Jake breathes a laugh, even blushes a little, then kisses her until they’re both panting; her fingertips press harder when he pushes inside, then glide up his back to keep him close while the two of them move together. 

Jacob feels so different this way, is so much deeper, filling her in a way that makes it so she really can’t tell where she ends and he begins. He is heavy on top of her, but not uncomfortably so, and when her body shifts up the bed with every thrust it’s thrilling, incredible—she’s never felt so much in her life.

His face is serious, eyes focused, and she weaves her fingers into his hair and catches his lips in a kiss, moans into the end of it when he finds a spot inside of her that takes her breath away. 

“Oh, god, Jake.” He leans in for another kiss, deep and wet, nods against her lips. 

“You’re perfect—so perfect,” he huffs, breathless; he moves his hand to her hip, runs it over her stomach, then presses his palms to the bed and repeats his previous motion, over and over, her body coiling tight with pleasure. “Can’t believe I get this.” 

“We get this,” she corrects in a whisper, won’t let him think for one second that she’s not as completely in awe of him as he seems to be of her. She skims her nails over his lower back, his ass, tightens her thighs on either side of him and tips her head back just as he makes her come. “Don’t stop, Jake, please,” she whines, shaking, holding him so tightly with her entire body—she never wants it to end, never wants to be separated from him again, and he agrees, if the way his body presses down on hers is any indication. 

“Can’t stop… need you,” he groans, pushing her leg up further, so he feels almost impossibly thick and deep. Her arms wrap around his back, pulling him closer, holding him there as he ruts into her, scorching flesh pressed against flesh. 

“Yes, oh—”

Before she knows it she’s quaking again, gasping when he brings his teeth to her throat, scrapes them over her throbbing pulse. He growls in her ear, a deep, low, animalistic rumble she can feel in her stomach, then comes inside, claiming her with a broken, raspy, “mine.”

He lays half on top of her, half on the bed, after, their skin soft and damp with cooling sweat. She can’t stop looking at his face, his dark eyes, sharp jaw, and he cups her cheek with a gentle palm and gazes just as intently at her. 

“Come here,” she murmurs, a soft smile on her lips, and he kisses her slowly, makes her sigh with a pleasure so complete—mentally, physically, spiritually—it feels like she’ll never be the same. 

He gets up after a moment, comes back with a glass of water and a towel, and helps her clean up well enough to hold her over until she’s ready to get out of bed. She pulls the covers back while he’s gone, slides in between the cool sheets, and he follows her lead, pressing close to her beneath them.

“Are you upset you didn’t imprint on me?” she asks carefully, propping herself up on her elbow and using the other hand to run fingers through his hair. “I noticed that when the guys were talking about it, you got kind of tense.” He shrugs slightly before shaking his head.

“No, not upset… I was just so sure you were meant for me; I really thought it would happen sooner or later.” She understands that, can picture him wishing and waiting for something that would never come to pass. So patient, her Jacob.

“Do you wish it had? Do you think it would make this more real?” Her hand moves from his hair to his collarbone, down his chest, over his stomach, so very low. “Because when I’m touching you like this… nothing has ever felt so real.” 

He presses her against the bed, hovers over her, kisses her breathless, and it goes without saying that he agrees with every word she says. She softens beneath him, tired and pleased, and he shifts into a more comfortable position, laying behind her, that she knows means sleep for the both of them. He drapes an arm over her, and she draws circles into his skin with her fingertips, feels his warm breath on her neck, closes her eyes and revels in the weight of him at her back.

“Anyway,” she whispers, one last thought on her mind before she succumbs to sleep, “I almost think it’s better like this, that we have to fight for each other. No help from fate—just your will and mine.”

A/N: I got my start in fandom spaces by writing Twilight fanfic fifteen years ago, but I never posted it because it was... bad. Last week was a crummy week for me, so I found comfort in watching New Moon, and I literally couldn't help myself from re-writing it in Jacob's favor. There's no Edward hate here, and he'll play a bigger role in the next part I have planned, but Jake took hold of me in this one and didn't let go.

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Endangered | Chapter Seventeen

Paul Lahote x OFC

Endangered Masterlist

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, “Anna”, moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

A/N: Surprise! I am alive, between school, work, and a hurricane, this was a challenge to complete. But to make up for it, it is twice as long as usual chapters AND the moment we have all been waiting for is here.

I hope you enjoy~ 

It was impossible to focus on anything in the aftermath of Bella’s wolf bombshell. School went by in a blur, my mind constantly on what was happening in the woods. Even Eric and Mike had noticed, which was how I knew I was off. They barely noticed anything. For a moment, I felt like I was slipping away, just like Bella had.  

I spent every free second of the next few days trying to monitor the vampire situation. The pack had killed one who had gotten too close to Bella. I couldn’t even confront her, because telling her I knew about the vampire meant telling her I knew about the wolves. It wasn’t just the boys in the woods with a vampire now, it was Charlie, Harry, and so many more humans in danger. I found that I could feel where she was in the woods. Vampires were not alive, and if I focused on that feeling of emptiness, I could track her. And she was fast.  

Paul made it known he hated this, but I wanted to help. The only upside was that I could use my emotional connection to Charlie to monitor where the hunting group was in relation to the redhead. The pack were excellent trackers, but apparently, the smell of a vampire was overwhelming to them. I could better keep track of the humans than they could while they were on her tail, so Sam let me keep doing what I could. I was able to warn them when she got too close to them and could track her movements off the reservation as well.  

The nosebleeds, on the other hand, that was a point of contention. So much so that Paul broke his rule about being around me in his wolf form.  

I was sitting against a rock, the cold forest floor beneath me, and my eyes closed when I heard footsteps. Sam had cleared this little clearing safe earlier in the day, it was off the path enough to be hidden, but not dangerous. I wasn’t scared. I knew who it was immediately.  

“Paul,” I whispered, opening my eyes. The wolf was about six feet in front of me, and they were really just as massive as people said. He had told me he was worried about scaring me, but all I could think was how beautiful he was. His fur was a dark silver, and some lighter spots on his face. His eyes were copper, seemingly staring into mine.  

He huffs at me, his agitation apparent in his body language. I dropped the shields around my mind so we could communicate. It takes a minute to push through some of the pack's collective thoughts to get to Paul’s. They know he’s with me, I can hear Sam giving directions and some responses before I get to him.

“Hey,” I think.  

You’re bleeding, he growls out loud at the thought. I wipe away the blood quickly beginning to fall down my lip.  

“Shit, sorry,” I say, standing up, “I honestly don’t really notice it anymore.”

What if she had caught wind of you? You’re forgetting that your blood is different. You’re putting yourself in more danger.  

“I didn’t forget. She’s pretty far away, and she keeps making you guys chase her to the border. If you would just let me get close enough to her to read her mind, I could figure out what she wants,” I say pointedly.

Absolutely not, he huffs.

“Paul,” I say taking a step forward and I can see him step back.  

Stay back, I don’t want to hurt you.  

I sigh, “You won’t, love.”

You don’t know that.

“I do,” I take another step forward, “Trust yourself. Trust me.”  

He turns his head away, thoughts racing too fast for me to decipher. The pack's thoughts are bleeding through, making it difficult to single out his. Before I can get a headache, he turns to face me again, nodding.  

Okay, he thinks.  

He’s taller than me still, but he shrinks a little as I move forward. I slowly hold out a hand, letting him come to me.  

He stares at me unblinking, before leaning into my palm.

“See, not so bad,” I smile, and even in his thoughts, he is grumbling.  

Maybe, but I should get back, and you should go home to rest.  

Sam breaks through the wall I have that pushed the pack away with an Alpha order to the boys. I flinch as it shatters through my mind like broken glass. Pressing my palms into my eyes, I nod.

“Yeah, maybe.”

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Bella couldn’t believe how blind she had been. Jacob had told her, point blank, exactly what he was, and she couldn’t see it. It took him climbing through her window to notice exactly what was going on.

Jacob was a werewolf. He was killing the hikers in the woods. He had been manipulated by the others into murder. It wasn’t a gang he was in, it was a pack.

Bella’s thoughts raced as she drove, was Anna a part of this, did she know? She had too, Bella thinks. She had been keeping secrets for far too long.

Parking, Bella rampaged her way to the Black house, hellbent on getting answers with her aggressive knocking and pushing her way past Billy.

But now standing here at the door to his room, he didn’t look like the monster she had made out in her head. He looked peaceful, having long since outgrown the bed he lay in. He didn’t want this. He was just sixteen.

Looking through the window, she saw the four others step through the tree line, and she saw red. This needed to end.

“What did you do!” she yells bursting out of the door, when she didn’t get an answer, she becomes irate, running up to Sam.

“Hey! What did you do!” she yelled again, pushing Sam forcefully. Paul steps forward with a growl, his protective nature surging before Sam puts his hand on his chest.  

“Easy,” Sam warns.  

“He didn’t want this!” Bella continues, getting louder, pushing closer to them.

“What did we do?” Paul spits, “What did he do? Huh? What did he tell you?” Here was Bella, once again villainizing him and his pack, causing problems where there were none to begin with.

“Both of you calm-” Sam urges with an authoritative tone, but it is cut off by Bella.

“Nothing! He tells me nothing because he’s SCARED of you,” she screams, and the boys are all stunned into a second of silence.

Until Paul and Jared start laughing, shocked by how ridiculous that is.

Bella loses it, and she reaches out, slapping Paul across the face. She realizes her mistake the second it happens.

“Fuck, too late now,” Jared says, grabbing Embry and stepping away from Paul.

“Bella! Get back now!” Sam yells.  

Paul is shaking, his rage has overtaken him. It’s not just about her hitting him, he barely felt it really. It’s her entitlement, her obvious selfishness, and her lack of understanding when it came to them or Anna. She just assumes her stupid, bloodsuckers were perfect, that we couldn’t possibly be good as well. It all bubbles up to the surface at once, and all the animosity over the way Bella treats Anna explodes. Months of frustration and anger take over him.

Sam is trying to get him to calm down, but it’s not working.  

“Jared, call Anna,” Sam says calmly, but the glare he receives from Paul proves that that was not the right thing to say.

“No!” Bella yells, eyes wide.

“Jesus Christ,” Jared groans.

He doesn’t have time to reach for his phone, because Paul loses control, and suddenly a giant grey wolf is standing in front of Bella, snarling and snapping.  

Bella finally gets the hint, turning around to run as Jacob appears from his house.  

“Run!” she screams, “Run, Jake, run!”  

He does but in the opposite direction. Bella is terrified, looking back, she falls just in time to see Jacob jump into the air, but it’s not Jacob who lands on the ground. Another huge russet fur wolf stands its ground in front of the grey wolf.  

The sounds of snapping jaws and growls are horrifying, but Bella can’t look away as the mountains of fur tumble through the grass aggressively, snapping a boat in half as they move toward the woods. With a heavy sigh, Sam looks back at Bella, who is just staring in shock.

“Hey, take Bella back to Emily’s place,” he says with a sigh.  

“Guess the wolf’s outta the bag,” Embry chuckles and reaches out a hand to help Bella off the ground.  

As they start to walk towards her truck, Sam turns back to yell towards the boys, “And someone seriously, call Anna.”

“Not it!” Jared yells, making Embry groan.  

Bella is too shocked to say anything as they guide her to the back seat. She doesn’t hear what Embry says on the phone to her cousin, she doesn’t notice Jared grab the keys and start the truck, all she can do is stare past the broken boat and into the forest.  

Jacob really is a werewolf. Anna is a Fae. Are all the monsters real?

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“What?!” I yell. Embry had finished giving me the rundown of what happened. I hadn’t even woken up yet when Bella had left, but I was wide awake now.

“Please don’t make me repeat it,” Embry flinches away from the phone, a furrow in his brow.

“Are you with her now?” I ask.

“Yeah, we are on our way to Emily’s, we’re almost there.”  

“Jesus Christ, I would love to go at least one fucking week without something blowing up,” I complain, getting my things together to leave frantically.  

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’ll be there in like 15.”  

“I’ll warn everyone.”  

I scoff and roll my eyes, setting my phone down to throw a hoodie on.  

Embry hangs up the phone and Jared glances at him from the road.  

“Not good?” Jared asks.

Embry gives him an incredulous look, “Hurricane Anna lands in t-minus 15.”  

Jared exhales, “This outta be fun.”

When the trio pulls into Emily’s house, Bella has finally come out of her shock, leaning out the window, she speaks up.

“Hey! I think we should go back and see if Jacob’s okay.”  

Jared laughs, “I hope Paul sinks some teeth in ‘em, serves him right.” He walks to the porch, Embry right behind him.  

“No way, Jacob’s a natural, did you see him phase on the fly like that? I got five that says Paul doesn’t touch him,” Embry explains animatedly, they pause when they see Bella hasn’t moved.

“Come on in Bella, we don’t bite,” Embry jokes.  

“Speak for yourself,” Jared retorts with a smirk.  

Embry walks back to Bella as Jared enters, a tentative look in his eyes.

“Oh hey, about Emily, Sam’s fiancé, don’t stare. It bugs Sam,” he warns sadly.

“Why would I stare?” Bella questions, but he doesn’t answer, just walks in ahead of her.  

Entering the house, Bella immediately felt out of place, like an outsider. She glances around the room from the doorway. The open concept made it feel bigger than it was, even with the massive boys at the wooden table. There were signs of life in every part of the room. Shoes were kicked off by the door, the smell of baked goods from the kitchen, and jackets hung on the back of chairs. One of which Bella recognized as Anna’s. It wasn’t until a sweet voice broke her from her thoughts that she looked at the woman walking out of the kitchen.

“Are you guys hungry? Like I have to ask,” she laughed. Bella suddenly realized why Embry had given her a warning. The woman must be Emily, and she was gorgeous despite the scar traveling down the side of her face. Bella forced her eyes away. Did Sam do that? Would Paul do that to Anna?

“Who’s this?” she asked curiously.

“Bella Swan, who else?” Jared shrugs, falling back into his chair.

Emily’s eyes widened, “Ah, so you’re the vampire girl.”  Her small smile let her know she was joking.

“So, you’re the wolf girl,” Bella responds, her humor lost in her awkwardness.

“Guess so, well I’m engaged to one at least,” she shrugs and sets down the plate in her hand as the two boys lunge for the food, “Save some for your brothers,” Emily scolds, “and ladies first. Muffin?”  

“Sure,” Bella says as Emily gestures to the plate. Emily watches her cautiously before going back to cleaning up.

“Leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam’s gag order,” she says.  

“Um, he didn’t say anything to me,” Bella interjects, feeling the need to defend him.  

“Yeah, that’s a wolf thing, alpha’s orders get obeyed whether we want them to or not,” Embry tells her, “Oh and check it out, we can hear each other’s thoughts.”

“Would you shut up! These are trade secrets! This chick runs with vampires,” Jared yells in exasperation. Bella finally breaks a smile.  

“You can’t really run with vampires, 'cause they’re fast,” she says, a bit smugly, but Jared doesn’t miss a beat.

“Yeah, well we’re faster. Freaked out yet?” he taunts good-naturedly.  

She shrugs her shoulders, “You’re not the first monsters I’ve met.”

Sam walks through the door, breaking some of the tension.  

“Jake’s right, you’re good with weird. I would refrain from using the word “monsters” around your cousin though,” he warns. He walks up to Emily, peppering kisses on her face as she giggles. Bella has to look away, it still hurts to see other people in love.  

When Paul and Jacob walk through the door, they seem fine. Smiling even. Paul comes to sit down at the table in front of her, as Jacob stands in the doorway.

With a smirk, Paul turns to apologize, “Sorry,” he says. He knows I’m on my way and will finally have to confront my cousin, and not even the threat of my wrath deters him from this moment.  

Jacob silently motions to Bella to follow him, but the slamming of a door directs everyone’s attention outside.  

“Here we go,” Embry huffs. Emily straightens as the weather seems to change, the sun has faded away and the usual cold air warms by at least ten degrees.

When Embry called me a hurricane, Bella thought he was joking, but looking at me now, Bella admits it’s a pretty good description. She can see me through the doorway as I walk around my car.

The wind seems to be roaring just around me, my now chaotic curly hair had to be gathered haphazardly out of my face. My own storm cloud follows me, about twenty feet in the air, and lightning is cracking within it. It’s about the size of my car and looks like rain could pour at any second. It swirls in a spiral, just like a hurricane, and I’m standing in the eye of the storm. It’s the first time Bella has really seen my magic and she’s suddenly faced with the reality that I am not human. She’s staring at me wide-eyed and mouth agape.  

“You should have seen her when she found out a vampire almost killed you,” Jacob whispers to Bella, “We thought we were going to have to board up the house.”

Bella stares at me, realization hitting her about what exactly I am. Bella had found herself surrounded by magical creatures, and her mortality weighed on her heavier than ever.

Bella sees what I can’t, my eyes have darkened to a navy, almost black. The ends of my curls spark with the lightning. Bella gets why the Cullens thought I was a vampire at first, in this state, I look like one.

With my hands on my hips, I can tell by everyone avoiding my gaze that I look as pissed off as I feel. Staring at Bella through the door, I notice Paul is still inside.

“Bella! Paul! Get out here!” I yell, thunder booming behind me.

Bella sees Paul grimace as he walks out, and she grows more worried about confronting Anna about her serial killer boyfriend.  For a second, she considers the fact that Anna may have committed murder too.

“You look like you’re heading to the gallows man, it’ll be fine,” Embry says to Paul, trying to be supportive. Bella slowly makes her way to the porch, Jacob and Sam behind her.  

“Hi Anna,” Sam says with a smile, “How are you doing?” It’s an attempt to cool the situation, but it hits my cold exterior and fails.  

With eyes like ice, they flicker between Paul and Bella.  

“Oh, I am fucking fantastic Sam, especially since I got a call that once again, my cousin has forced herself into things that aren’t her business- ” Bella moves to interject, but I put a hand up, stopping her as lightening cracks behind me in the growing storm cloud and a gust of wind hits them.

“No, you will shut up and listen, what the hell were you thinking? And you, don’t think you’re getting away with this,” I yell pointing at Paul, who has the decency to look sheepish.  

“I am so beyond pissed off. Can I please just have one moment where I don’t have to worry about you getting yourself killed Bella!? Because I have tried so God damn hard to keep you alive, despite your best attempts to do the exact opposite. I have spent months perfecting and learning how to protect you and Charlie. Why do you think you’ve never seen a vampire around our house, Bella? Because I exhausted myself warding it, layers and layers of wards so anyone we didn’t know wouldn’t be able to sense the house. I have charmed so many things with protection that it’s insane. Jewelry, clothes, Charlie’s badge. The list is so long,’ I take a sharp intake of breath before continuing.

“I spend every day tracking any vampire activity, and all you have done is make it so much harder! I have one thing for myself, and that’s these boys. This pack that I also spend every day doing whatever I can to make sure they are safe because they have been forced into a role they don’t want. I have enough to worry about, I don’t need to add “my boyfriend getting so angry he blows the pack secret” to that list?” I know I must look crazy, arms flailing, and cheeks flushed, but I can’t stop, that is until Bella interrupts my rant.

“I kind of knew already, this just confirmed it,” Bella says quietly, and everyone around her audibly groans. Embry’s head falls into his hand as he leans against the railing of the porch, Jared shakes his head. Sam looks up to the ceiling in exasperation, Emily flinches, and Paul glares. Even Jacob lets his head hang, waiting for my inevitable reaction.

“IF YOU KNEW WHAT MADE YOU THINK ANTAGONIZING PAUL WAS A GOOD IDEA!” I scream.

Bella didn’t have a great response to that, she just looks down at the ground.

Sam stepped in between us before I can start again, “Alright I think maybe it’s time for Bella to talk to Jacob, give everyone a breather.”  

Jacob pulls Bella quickly out of the house towards the beach. Paul was the only one brave enough to step into my vicinity, and the wind died down once he placed his arms around me. I keep my arms crossed in the hug, pouting until I feel myself relax. I pull back, placing my hands on either side of his face.  

“I hope Jacob got some good hits in for me, and you better have given him as good as you got” I muttered, and he laughed despite himself.  

“Don’t worry my little brawler, we both have been effectively whipped into shape,” he says kissing my head, then looks into my eyes, “I’m sorry.”

I nod once, and the cloud finally dissipates above us. I sigh deeply before curling into him and his warmth.

“It’s cold.”  

“Well considering you brought your own weather front, I’m not surprised. Let’s go inside.”

Everyone is silent, looking at me expectantly, waiting for my reaction.  

“I’m fine guys, really. Paul will live to see another day.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about,” Emily says, “I’m worried about you, and what you are going to do now that Bella is in the loop.”

“Yeah Anna, you haven’t given yourself a break since I’ve known you,” Jared quips.

“Yes, thank you for reminding me,” I say as Paul sits down, pulling me onto his lap, “I’ll be fine guys, don’t worry.”

They drop it, but their thoughts are loud and demanding. I can hear their worry and I can’t shut it out, so I just close my eyes and lean against Paul. Tuning into our connection quiets the noise, and I can fade into the thrum of our heartbeats. I know this won’t be the last time they bring this up, but I will avoid it as long as I can.  

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Bella walked across the beach solemnly. Jacob trailed behind her, unable to face the gravity of the conversation they needed to have. Once they approached the shore, with the calming waves crashing in the background, Jacob fell in step beside her.

“So, you’re a werewolf,” Bella says after the silence had gotten too heavy. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he nodded.

“Yeah, last time I checked,” he shrugged, “A few lucky members of the tribe have the gene. Then a bloodsucker moves into town, and the fever sets in.” Bella can clearly see he feels bitter about it, and she holds out hope Jacob is still the same person she knew.

“Mono,” she states.

“Yeah, I wish,” he scoffs.

“Well, can’t you find a way to just stop?” she asks indigently, and Jacob rolls his eyes as she continues, “I mean… it’s wrong.”

“It’s not a lifestyle choice Bella!” Jacob raises his voice and furrows his brow, “I was born this way! I can’t help it.”

He pauses, throwing his arms down in frustration, “You’re such a hypocrite! What? I’m not the right kind of monster for you?”

Bella looks up at him with wide eyes, crossing her arms.

“It’s not what you are, it’s what you do. They never hurt anybody! You’ve… killed people Jake,” she cries out like this was obvious. Jacob shakes his head as she looks down and away from him. Jacob takes a step closer to her, bringing her attention back to him.

“Bella! We’re not killing anyone,” he pleads.

Bella is taken aback, “Then, who is?” she says breathlessly. He can’t believe she doesn’t get it, that she doesn’t understand even after remembering the stories he told her.

“What we’re trying to protect you people from, the only thing we do kill,” he pauses, “Vampires.”

Bella starts to panic a bit, “Jake you can’t!”

“Don’t worry we can’t touch your precious little Cullens unless they violate the treaty,” he interrupts her with another eye roll. Bella just shakes her head, he does not understand what she means.

“I – that’s not what I’m saying, you can’t kill vampires, they’ll kill you.”

“Really? We took out that leach with the dreads easy enough,” Jake says smugly, and finally, Bella realizes maybe there’s more to the wolves than she thought.

“Laurent?” she gasps, her chest pounding. Jacob nods.

“And his red-headed girlfriend is next.”

“V-Victoria’s here,” she stutters, losing her footing, and Jacob goes to steady her, eyebrows raising in concern.

“She was, we chased her all the way to the Canadian border last night. She keeps coming back, but we don’t know what she is after.”

“I do,” Bella gapes, “me.”

Jacob stares at her, concern all over his features. He helps Bella stand, but he can hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest. His urge to kill the bloodsucker has increased tenfold at this moment.

“We should go back, tell Sam and Anna.”

“No, wait, Anna…” Bella trails off, gazing back at the way they came.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’s calmed down by now. Paul has that effect on her,” he says, and Bella thinks she is joking, but he’s serious. Jacob notices she looks genuinely scared.

“She’s not safe, why is she with him?” she whispers.

Jacob tenses protectively, “She’s safe Bella, we would never let anyone hurt her.”

“But Paul… what if he hurts her?”

Realization hits him, he had come to know Paul as so much more than just his temper, but the rumors were still in Bella’s head. Hell, he had put them there. Honestly, it was rare he blew up anymore. These days Paul only has three emotions, being in love with me, worrying about me, or focusing on the hunt.

“I know you might not have seen him in the best light today, but trust me, he would rather cut off his own arm than hurt her,” he says seriously.

When Bella continues to stand still. Jacob picks her up underneath her knees. Carrying her will be quicker than walking with all her questions, and to his surprise, she leans into him, laying her head on his shoulder.

“How long has she known about you?” she asks, then softly, “What do you know about her?”

“She’s known since she met Paul, and we know about her too. I found out when I shifted for the first time.”

“That’s why he showed up at my birthday…” she whispers.

Jacob hasn’t heard this story but makes a mental note to ask Paul about it later. It’s a short walk back to Emily’s house with his large and quick steps. They spend it in relative silence, just enjoying being together again.

As they approach the house, Jacob sets her down to walk up the porch steps. The doors are still open, and Jacob stops Bella before she walks in. When Bella gives him a questioning glance, he just points inside.

“See for yourself,” he whispers.

Bella looks to where he is pointing and is genuinely shocked at what she sees. Paul and I are sitting in the old La-Z-Boy in the corner of Emily’s living room, while the rest of the pack and Emily are lounging around. It’s a rare moment, everyone relaxing for even a moment, but Emily strong-armed Sam into an uninterrupted hour of calm.  

Paul’s arms are secured around my waist as I am draped over his lap, laying my head on his shoulder just like she was a moment ago with Jacob. My head is suddenly thrown back in a laugh as he peppers quick kisses all over my cheek and neck through his own smiles. Embry throws a pillow at us from the couch, making a fake sound of annoyance, but it just makes us laugh more.

Bella can’t see what’s playing on the TV, but it doesn’t look like anyone is paying much attention to it anyway. Everyone is mostly just enjoying each other’s company. She sees the way Paul looks at me, and suddenly, she gets it. This isn’t the guy who was shaking with rage just hours ago, now he’s gazing up at me with a sickeningly sweet adoration that makes Bella’s heart crack. I look the most relaxed Bella has seen in a month; she doesn’t think I’ve had my guard down at all. That has to be tiring.

They look like a family, Bella thinks. There’s a distinctive warmth surrounding them that Bella knows is lacking in her own house, the only time she sees it is when she sees Charlie and me cooking together, or sitting on the couch with the game on, and the warmth leaves when she enters the room.

She’s about to do the same thing here, break up this happy moment, and for the first time since Edward left, Bella actually feels guilty about it.

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Darlin’, Darlin’

Pairing(s): Jacob Black x Swan!Reader, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings: wolf imprinting, scenting, makeout, agedup!jacob, hurt&comfort, one night stands, changed it a little bit from the prompt, renee being a crap mom, sorry i tend to write her in a negative light but i have never been able to stand her character 😅, plus i have my own unresolved mommy issues lol 😅 , mention of alcohol consumption, reader smokes, unprotected sex just imagine reader being on birth control, flings, virgin!jacob, losing that v card, kinda bitchy reader?

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Stepping one foot out of your taxi, you finally take in the sight of the Cullen residence. Just to make sure, you double check the address that was on the wedding invitation.

Yup, this was the place.

Already there's festive laughter streaming out of the house. Some people lingered on the large wrap-around porch, talking amongst one another.

You weren't looking forward to the wedding but your mother called and pestered you enough to where you just gave up and sent in your RSVP despite your reservations. It wasn't that you didn't like Bella, you just never liked the idea of marriage. Your mom had failed at several before. In the end you always wondered what the point of it all was.

And a wedding in your mind was the most absurd thing to waste one's money on. Especially one as extravagant as this one. You surmise that the Cullens obviously were the ones to foot the wedding bill. Neither Charlie nor Renee would have the funds to put together a glittery wonderland like this one.

Readjusting the skirt of your dress, you walk up the steps, bombarded by the loud music and chatter. You were already regretting going through with it when you weave through the throng of people in the house. Unfamiliar faces that stare at you in your trek to find Renee. Though really you just wanted to fist a few drinks into you first. Your mom wouldn't be happy if you got drunk so early. It would definitely lighten your mood, but you shake off any thoughts of libations.

After asking around, you learn she's upstairs helping the bride get ready.

Fine paintings were displayed on the wall as you take one step at a time. They look to be originals too. Not that you knew much about art. The paintings were beautiful regardless. Everything about the Cullen house was meticulously perfect. A wonder how your clumsy sister was marrying into this atmosphere.

You follow a gaggle of female voices to a closed bedroom door. When you knock, a short pixie of a girl opens it with startling gold eyes. "You must be Bella's sister!" She's open and inviting, tugging you by the arm inside of the room.

Renee calls over to you, delighted at your presence. "You made it!" She throws her arms around you, suffocating your nose with her strong perfume. Like with most of your family, you were never close to Renee. The moment you were accepted into a university away from her, you leapt on the opportunity and never looked back.

She steers you to where Bella is standing in front of a floor length mirror that reflects her image. Her wedding gown was sleek and not as terrible as you first imagined it to be. When was the last time you'd seen her? Probably not since your own senior year in Arizona.

Her dark eyes round at your appearance, definitely not expecting you to be there.

"Hey Bella. Congratulations." Your lips quirk up in a small smile that hides your desire to not be there. This is what you had to do in front of your family. Put on a mask and pretend you were happy to see them. You felt awkward in that room, knowing your interaction was being watched by the pixie girl, your mom and an unknown blonde woman who was drop dead gorgeous.

Her thin lips part in a struggle to gather any useful words. "Th-Thanks." It was clear she didn't really know how to act around you either.

You shoot an anxious look to your mom as if to say 'See, I did what you wanted me to do now let me free.' Ridiculous how you still looked to her for any guidance even though she would offer you none. Renee merely sighs and nods her head toward the door.

Relief makes the warmth in your face cool down as you give Bella an awkward wave goodbye before hightailing it out and back down the stairs. The rest of the house was no better. Your claustrophobia starting to get the best of you as you desperately try to elbow your way to the backyard for some fresh air. It was so stuffy in there. The lack of fresh air flow was really starting to get to you.

That's when you bump into someone- well honestly you thought it was a wall by how sturdy and hard the person's body was. Wobbling backwards, you're grateful that at least the body you bumped into had faster reflexes than you. A large, tan hand grips at your wrist to pull you back up and stabilize your posture.

You stare up into a handsome face with penetrating dark eyes. His jaw slackens, whatever he was going to say. Pure shock ripples across his face.

"S-sorry about that." You apologize and brush off his hand, or at least try to. His grip on your wrist is incredibly strong. Furrowing your brows you look back up to him. "Um, excuse me. . ."

He blinks, snapping himself out of whatever stupor he'd been in. "Sorry. Sorry." His fingers reluctantly release your wrist, hovering over your skin until you pull your hand back to your chest. Cute and towering over you, you feel the anxiousness in your chest from the crowd subside. He doesn't move. Instead he introduces himself with a shallow breath. "I'm Jacob Black."

"Oh, Jacob Black. That name sounds familiar." You reply and give him your own name.

"You're Bella's sister." Jacob states but his voice still held a bit of confusion.

You awkwardly chuckle. "Yeah, that's me." The intense way he's looking at you has you slightly uneasy. "How do you know Bella?"

"We. . ." he clears his throat, finally averting his gaze from you. "We're friends. I live on the reservation. Charlie and my dad are best friends."

Trying to remember your childhood with Charlie, nothing comes up. When your parents split, initially you lived with him. But being a small kid alone at night while he was working wasn't really ideal. After a while it was decided that you should be with Renee and Bella. It must have seemed like the best option. Honestly you were screwed with either parent.

"Since you've been in the loop," from your peripheral you notice a waiter carrying around a tray of drinks (thank god they were serving alcohol before the ceremony) "what is Bella's fiancee like?"

That sours his face. Jacob doesn't bother to try and hide his dislike for this guy that was marrying your sister. His lips squirm but he couldn't conjure any positive words. "He's. . . well, I don't trust him."

"Why? Does he mistreat her?"

"Well-"

"Oh!" You smile when you connect the dots. "You like Bella, don't you?"

He's slightly loud now. "No!! No, I-I don't like her. I mean, I did, but not anymore, obviously."

Was it obvious though? The way he was yammering on made it all too obvious that he still had feelings for her. You watch him suffer, occasionally taking a sip of your champagne. When he winds himself out, he mutters one more apology. Jacob's face a beet red. You just chuckle.

"No need to apologize. Guess it was my bad. I don't know much about Bella. We've never been close. I was just curious."

Around you, the flow of guests was starting to congregate to the backyard. "I think it's time." You take one more sip and set aside your champagne flute.

At the reception, you again find yourself outside on the front porch. Her husband (and his family) were quite honestly the most beautiful people you'd ever set your gaze on. And they seemed to genuinely love Bella. You just hope that her marriage lasts longer than any of Renee's.

Next to you on the front step was another cocktail. Your fingers were occupied with holding up your cigarette. Watching the slow dance of the smoke curling upward. It was a beautiful evening, you'd give them that.

Having said hello to Charlie a few minutes ago, all of your duties here were over. You'd stay in the little rinky dink motel that Forks has tonight then head back to your actual home.

Snuffing out the stubby remnants of your cigarette, you toss back the rest of your drink and fish your phone out of your jacket pocket.

You're about to call a taxi before you hear the creaking of the porch's floorboards behind you. Twisting around to see Jacob Black leaning against the wooden column. "Heading out so soon?"

All honesty, he was cute. A year or two younger than you, Jacob was like a giant in comparison to Bella's now husband. More muscular too.

"Yeah. I have to go back to work the day after tomorrow." You won't tell him just how eager you were to return even if that meant you had to work. Anything was better than be surrounded by strangers. "I have a motel room for the night though. Gonna call a taxi."

"I can give you a ride, if you want. It'll probably take a taxi time to get up here." Jacob looks down the narrow, winding road that was the only one to lead up to the Cullen estate.

"Really?"

There's a ripple of relief in his gaze and the spreading of his smile. "Of course. You wanna go now?"

Arching a brow, you look around him to the front door where inside was the warmth of celebration. "You don't want to stay?"

His nose scrunches up. "Nah. There's nothing left for me in there."

Weird way to put it but you shrug it off and follow Jacob to a little red Volkswagen car that, while being on the older side of vehicles, appeared to be well maintained. Definitely didn't match any of the other fancy looking cars lining the Cullen's driveway. You're surprised they didn't hire a valet.

Pure magic the way Jacob maneuvers his car around all of the others without hitting any of them. Watching it made you nervous so you'd squeezed your eyes tight, listening to Jacob chuckle.

A good thing about Forks was that it wasn't a big town. And the motel was the only local one in the town.

"I appreciate this. Can I give you money for gas?" You lean back into the worn cushions of the seat.

"Don't worry about it." He just waves you off. The lightness in his voice doesn't match the anxious drumming of his fingers against the wheel. You frown at the behavior, tucking it away in the back of your mind. Your nature was to be untrustworthy of people. Especially those you've just met.

"Why did you go to Bella's wedding?"

"Because she invited me. And. . . as much as I hate him, Bella's still my friend."

That was sweet but the ceremony must have been a dagger in his heart, another reminder that the girl he loved could never be his.

'Why did you go to her wedding? You looked like the whole thing was actual torture." Jacob turns your question against yourself. "You even said that you aren't close with Bella."

"Obligation. My mother paid for a plane ticket to come to the wedding without my knowledge. Really laid that guilt heavy when she said the ticket was expensive." You roll your eyes when you remembered that phone call. "And I guess it's the least I can do as the older sister. Just show up."

A lull in conversation settles until Jacob brings up "So you probably won't be coming back any time soon. . . That's a shame. . ."

You shrug. "There really isn't a reason for me to stay. My life isn't here."

The drinks you previously consumed were beginning to make your tummy warm and your morals. . . well, loose. You start really taking in Jacob's side profile, his defined cheekbones and full lips. The muscles that are roped in his neck. Were you really entertaining the idea of sleeping with Bella's sloppy seconds?

You bite your bottom lip, fighting against the ache you feel between your legs. It had been a while since you'd last had a good rutting. But you felt that this guy, no matter how sexy he appeared, was a virgin. That was something you didn't want to deal with. You wanted a man who knew what he was doing.

Reigning in your drunk horniness, you turn your head to stare back out the window. No, you definitely didn't want to have another reason to come back here.

Quiet the rest of the way to the motel, you watch the neon sign grow closer as Jacob pulled into the pebbly parking lot. You stretch and grab your bag from between your feet.

"Thanks again for the ride. Are you sure you don't want any money for gas?"

Why did he look like a sad puppy?

"Like I said, it's alright. But. . . Can I get your number instead?"

You feel your brows shoot up and you know you must have a ridiculous expression. "My number? What for?"

His cheeks tinge with warmth as Jacob peels his eyes away from you. Yup, definitely a virgin.

"I'd. . . I'd like to get to know you." Was all he could mumble out.

Damn he was making it too easy for you.

An impish curl to your lips. "You can still get to know me. Want to come inside for a little bit?" The implication was too obvious that even Jacob was able to catch on your meaning.

Poor thing is stammering, conflicted with saying yes but the sweet part of him wanted to reject your offer. You really didn't think he would agree but enjoyed the shock he got from your words.

Letting him sit in the car perplexed, you open the car door and bid him goodnight.

It only took a second before you heard footsteps right behind you. You felt his body heat at your back when you open your motel room door. The lights were still on, the way you left them, at least casting a warm glow over the meager furniture in the room. You set your bag down on the chair and finally turn around to face Jacob.

He's blushing terribly, unable to hide his nerves and you take pity on him.

"You can sit down, ya know." you chuckle and he obediently sits on the edge. "You said you wanted to get to know me more, right?" Crouching down, you open the mini fridge that the motel offered. Having already stashed away some items you bought at the liquor store. Fingers crack open the can.

Jacob's gaze fires something inside of you. His blush was intense but it didn't compare to the heat in his eyes. A small blush of your own actually tinges your face. "Yeah. I did. Like what's your favorite color or your favorite food?" His smile would flood any girl's panties.

You hide your giggle by taking a sip from your can. "Hmm, those are real stumpers." The more the both of you joked around, the more tension that leaves Jacob's frame. Sitting next to him he's now comfortable enough to scoot closer to you so that your bodies are pressed together.

In a rather sneaky way, Jacob had stolen your can of beer and was drinking from it too. Well, now you couldn't have him driving back home tonight with a good conscious.

And just as the alcohol was starting to warm him too, his hands grew bold and traveled from resting on your thigh to your waist and higher until you were pressed against his chest. Jacob's kiss overflows with passion and lust that completely takes your breath away. He's definitely kissed before, that much was certain.

His skin nearly scalds under your fingers as they find themselves gripping the soft cotton material of his button up.

This was a new Jacob that you hadn't seen. Was he keeping this part hidden deep down all along?

Hot hands hike up the hem of your dress, impatient to rove the skin of your upper thighs. He palms the soft, squishy flesh of the insides of your thighs before pausing near the elastic band of your panties. He's groaning to himself, knowing what lay beyond the flimsy fabric. Just to verify for yourself, you grind yourself against the tent of his pants. Jacob shivers and given your unvoiced permission, his fingers pull aside your underwear.

His face is hidden in the crook of your neck, lips nipping at the juncture of your jaw. It makes your head tilt back to give him more access. Jacob growls in appreciation, thick fingers playing with your wet pussy lips. You squirm, wanting him inside of you but he was strong and kept you at bay. If this was indeed his first time then Jacob was in no rush. Like he wanted to memorize through the touch of his fingers each intimate part of you.

Nose nuzzling the soft skin of your throat, inhaling deeply. A finger grazes over your swollen clit making you jump from the sudden contact. Your little whine just makes his cock harder. Jacob chokes on his own moan and glides over your clit again.

Most men wouldn't even know where the clit is. Especially virgins. Jacob seemed to find it right away and liked how this small button of nerves could send you into a spasming fit.

As much as you want to regain control, your head is swimming from the attention he's giving your body. Eager hands and lips.

Jacob becomes slack jawed when he finally inserts a finger past your sopping folds. "Oh fuck"

He keeps whispering 'fuck fuck fuck' as his finger slides in and out, helped by your pooling arousal coating it. Your mewling is cut short though and turns into a cry of dismay when he removes his hand completely to examine his glistening digits. Bringing it up his lips, he sniffs it and you swear a dark possessiveness seizes his expression. Jacob licks his fingers and thumb clean.

While he's distracted, you scramble to fling your clothes off; skin burning up with desire. When you look back at him, his eyes are now glued to your naked form.

"Come on. You're turn." You grin and lean back against the pillows on the bed.

So obedient, Jacob nearly rips his shirt to shreds. The buttons were but an obstacle to him now.

Boy were you delighted to see his sculpted body. His abs and cum gutters that were oh so prominent. And once his pants were removed-

How was this guy still a virgin??

You've been with your share of men, but none of them had a cock as thick as a beer can. Damn near hypnotized watching it as he crawls on the bed and slots himself in between your open legs. Something animalistic on his face as he grabs your legs and throws them over his broad shoulders. Going by pure instinct, the bulb of Jacob's cock is dragged along your begging slit, experimentally bullying the tip inside.

Once he had the tip in, he snaps his hips harshly, piercing you and stretching out the walls of your pussy with his thick cock.

Now you're the one chanting 'fuck fuck fuck' repeatedly as he gives you no time to adjust. Now that he's inside of you, Jacob can't help but devour you entirely. Fingers digging into your plush skin as he holds onto you tightly. The tight squeeze your pussy offered his cock was driving him inside so that he mercilessly pounded into you. You enjoy every second, every ram his cock tip dealt your cervix. It was impossible for a virgin to fuck you this good and this dumb but there you were just a screaming mess. Absolutely no thoughts in your head, only focusing on the stretch the width of his cock gives you.

You try your best to buck against him, to reciprocate every pleasure he gave you but it was laborious to keep up with him. So you just let him use you as a fuck doll.

You wanted to be fucked into oblivion.

Jacob had a rude awakening the following morning, not just due to the slight headache that was ringing in his brain, but because when he reached over for the warm body he thought was next to him there was only cold bed sheets.

He peels his eyes open to find the bed completely empty besides himself. There was a piece of paper with black inked writing. It had an apology. You were running late to your flight and apologized.

But no number.

Staring at it for a moment, Jacob sighs, running a hand over his face. He just couldn't believe what he'd done last night. Worse was you'd left no number.

Really, he couldn't help himself once he'd imprinted on you. That was sealing the fate of the night. Especially when he smelled your arousal. Fuck, he was just hoping to be invited to stay with you. Though he didn't quite believe it at first when you'd offered him to come inside your room. He would've done anything in the moment to stay a little longer with you.

The alcohol wasn't what really urged him on once he got going, it was the wolf in him. To claim and. . . Jacob blushes to admit it, but to breed too. All instinctual, of course. He wasn't ready for kids and clearly you weren't either. But that's what his wolf was howling at him to do.

It was embarrassing to admit that at the end of the day, his wolf really did control him.

He runs away from his own thoughts by reading your note again, overly focusing on the lack of number. Anxious thoughts sweep him up in a smashing wave.

Pressure upon his chest makes him feel like he can't breathe. Repressing the urge to shapeshift into a stronger form that would allow him to really express the anguish he was feeling. It hurt when Bella rejected him. The hurt had stayed with him up until he'd spotted you.

He thought it cruel kismet that you turned out to be Bella's sister. Who would blame him though? No one has seen you in Forks since you were small. And Bella never spoke of you either. To him, you'd only been an urban legend with only a handful of pictures as shaky evidence.

This explains everything though. Why he was drawn to Bella. She would eventually lead him to who he really belonged with. You.

The animal in him gnashes it's teeth together, growling for it's imprintee, it's mate.

If only Jacob knew.

Find her.

Find her.

Find her.

A constant bark in his mind until he leapt from the bed and got dressed. He couldn't silence it until he obeyed. Finding his cellphone drained of battery. Jacob curses his past self for not charging it prior to the wedding. He'd have to wait to call Bella and hopefully she would answer on her honeymoon.

You frown at the unknown number that had your phone ringing. Since you were at work, you ignore it.

At first.

Four more calls sets you at your limit until you excuse yourself and go into the hall to answer it. "Hello?"

"You're a piece of work, you know that?! Showing up to my wedding without speaking to me for years?!"

"You invited me! And mom made me!" You snap, knowing who it was. Bella. What was she doing calling you? She was supposed to be on her honeymoon with her perfect husband. Renee must have given her your number. "What is it? What's so important that you pulled me away from work?"

"How could you do that to Jacob? You fuck him a-and then just leave without anything?!" You remember that stutter from childhood. It always got worse when Bella was upset.

Grinding your molars, you make sure to lower your voice so you weren't heard from your coworkers. "I left a note explaining that I would be late to my flight."

You hear her derisive scoff "But no contact information! Was he just a fling to you? A-A boy toy?!!"

The laugh left you before you could stop it.

"You think this is funny?!"

Cackling now, you have to take a deep breath to settle yourself. "Oh my god I don't think I've heard anyone say that in years!"

That adds heat to her tone. "You can't use people like that!!"

"I didn't use him. For god's sake Bella, we had a good time and that was that. I told him I didn't have anything left in Forks. Gave him plenty of opportunities to leave. I didn't force-"

"He-he REALLY likes you. And you just tossed him aside! That night meant more to him than you could possibly know!"

Maybe you should have been more considerate. But your jaded side was strong, having been fucked over by guys one too many times before. Some of them virgins too. Fuck you didn't want to say Bella was right.

"He can't be that upset that I dashed without leaving him a number. We hardly know each other. He'll find someone else now that he has the confidence that he could even get a girl."

Bella goes silent for a moment. You hear soft whispers in the background, most likely Edward. She returns to you with a frustrated huff. "Look, just- please call him or better yet go see him. I've never expected much from you, but you have to see him again. Please."

This was the only thing she's really asked for from you.

You called him when you got home, heavily apologizing because it was most possibly the best sex of your life if you were being completely honest. And he deserved an explanation on why you'd left without giving him your number. "It wasn't anything you did, really. I'm just kinda a shitty person. I'm really sorry. . . I should've been more empathetic. I remember when I lost my virginity-"

"Oh god. Th-that's not the reason why I wanted your number. I didn't just want to screw you. I. . ." You listen to him gulp. Jacob takes a deep breath. On the other end, unbeknownst to you, was Jacob pacing back and forth at a rest stop near where your city was in. He'd never meant for it to sound like he was tattling to Bella and butt-hurt. All he asked was for your number before she countered demanding a reason why. He was completely honest with her. She blew up at him over the phone to the point he had to hold his cellphone at arm's length. Bella hung up immediately once she was done. Probably to call you. Apparently she hadn't told you about the whole wolves and imprinting thing.

Using what scent was left on his shirt, he'd strapped his shorts and shirt to his leg and shifted to his wolf to track you down. It may have been extreme, but by the time he'd gotten Bella to answer her phone he was already at his wit's end. He knew he may have come off as a creep by doing this. This was an itch he desperately needed to satisfy. The wolf in him demands to know where you'd gone.

He couldn't say that to you. That would make him sound downright demented.

"I would just really like to know you. For real. Not just your favorite color or food. I want to know that too, but I want to really know you." God did he sound lame? Jacob thought what he just said was totally lame.

"You sure? You may not like what you find." There's a hint of sadness.

"I'm positive."

Setting up another date, you put down your phone with a tender smile. Maybe. . . Maybe this wouldn't be like all the other times. He sounded sincere. And no one else has gone to the trouble of getting your number from anyone.

You just hope you weren't making a big mistake.

Grabbing your cigarette and lighter, you head outside onto your small porch.

You put it between your lips while your thumb fumbles with the lighter's sparkwheel. A crunching sound a few feet away from you makes you pause. The cigarette falls from your lips as you stare into large brown eyes stare at you from a break of trees. Russet fur was highlighted by the street light that was near. You didn't think wolves were capable of growing to such a size. This thing was gargantuan.

There's not an air of danger around it. The wolf merely wags it's tail, snout shaping into what you could only describe as a grin before it pads back off into the night.

You smile to yourself. "Wow."

It was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

Perhaps a good omen.

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A monter lives here

Grace Alo is exiled to Forks, Washington after being kicked out of high school right before senior year. The recent passing of her father mixed with moving into a shared bedroom with her cousin was enough to shake up any teenager’s life. But upon her return, an inevitable meeting forces her to confront who she’s destined to become to protect the home and people she loves.

Timeline: This story begins in New Moon and carries through the rest of the series and beyond.

Pairings: Original Quileute Female Character x Paul Lahote (Angst), Original Quileute Female Character x Jacob Black

Warnings/Tags: Sexual Content, Sexual Frustration, Angst, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Supernatural Elements

Status: Temporary Hiatus

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Chapters:

Move

Bracelet

Birthday

Dream Catcher

Firelight

Study-hard

Recast

Push and Pull

Recognition

Alpha's Orders

Shield

Run

Relief

Secrets

Grief

Collide

Vote

Close

Claim

B-word

Return

Graduation

The Beach

Break

Clear

Heal

Birthday

Getaway

Home

Sunrise

Sunset

Mistake

Wedding

Watch

Discovery

Choice

Pack

Touch

Clothes

Forever

Birth

Tail

Patience

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Eden (Chapter 2) A Assassin Creed Syndicate story

Jacob Frye x Original Female Character

What happens when you fall in love with the man you were only supposed to be stringing along? That's what happened to Eden. She was only supposed to toy around with Jacob Frye, Master Assassin and leader of the Rooks. She only needed the Shroud of Eden, and then she would never see Jacob or the city of London ever again. But she forgot one key thing she couldn't control—her heart. Now Eden must fight against what her heart is telling her and her task since her accident. To love or to live. That was what was at stake.

My stomach was in knots as I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. I didn’t know why my body was reacting like this. Stringing Jacob around was a means to an end. He had the information I needed, and flirting with him was the best way. I took a deep breath, steadied my racing heart, and opened the door. Jacob stood there with a few of his gang members I’d heard about. The one woman was wearing grey slacks with a yellow sash, a white shirt with a green vest and her blonde hair was cut short and was covered by a black hat with a yellow ribbon. There was also a man with him. He was also wearing grey slacks with a white shirt and a yellow sash but not a vest or hat to cover his red hair. 

“Just keep an eye out for anything odd,” Jacob said to his men. They both shook their heads in agreement before taking off. His shoulders sagged now that his gang members were gone. He looked tired, and I wondered why. Turning around, his smile returned to his face once he saw me. 

“Oh, Good morning, Claudia.” 

“Good morning Mr. Frye. To what do I owe the pleasure.”

Jacob chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. “Please call me Jacob. Mr. Frye was my father, and when I hear that name, I expect to find him standing behind me.” 

I smiled. “Alright then, Jacob, to what do I owe the pleasure?” “Well, I was in this part of town and wanted to know if you would like to spend time with me today?” 

“Spend some time with you? Why?”

“I had some free time today, and I figured I could show you around since you haven’t been to London before.”

“That’s very kind, but...” I hesitated to tell him what I had planned today. “I need to do some shopping today if you do not mind joining me.”

Jacob’s smile grew larger. “That’s perfect. I can join you and make sure no more thieves try to steal from you.”

“You think someone would try again?”

“It is London, after all.” 

“Alright. I would love your company as I run my errands today.”

Jacob stepped to the side, allowing me to start walking. “Lead the way.” 

I forced a smile on my face as we started our walk. I knew I needed to earn Jacob’s trust, but today couldn’t have been a worse day. I needed to grab some items to upgrade my gauntlet, and I didn’t want Jacob to see and give away who I truly was. We walked silently for a bit as I tried to think of a way to get my items without arousing suspicion. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” 

I jumped a bit, caught off guard. “Just wondering what you were talking about to the other two people you were with this morning.” 

He shook his head. “It was nothing. Just my gang making sure they are looking out for anything odd.” 

“You have a gang?” I acted surprised.

“I do. Does that surprise you?”

“A bit. Then again, our first meeting started after you jumped from a rooftop.” Jacob chuckled sheepishly. “Another question that goes with the first. What could be odd in London?” 

“You would be surprised. But that is a story for another day.” Damn. He didn’t have enough trust in me yet. We continued walking, and the market came into view, but I didn’t have a solid plan yet. Seemed that luck was on my side, at least. A voice yelled from behind as we entered the shopping district. 

“JACOB!” Jacob and I stopped, and he turned to see who was calling him. It turned out to be a woman. She was equal in height to Jacob, and they even shared the same colour hair and eyes. I eyed an assassin gauntlet on her arm and guessed she was Evie Frye—Jacob’s twin sister.

“Hello, Dear sister.” He grumbled and turned back to me. “Claudia, this is my sister Evie Frye. Evie, this is Claudia?” Jacob said, pausing since he didn’t know my last name. 

“Hello Evie, my name is Claudia Fiore,” I said, holding my hand to shake. Evie looked at my hand, then back at me and ignored it. 

“Hello.” She said before turning her attention to her brother. “Jacob, can I speak to you for a moment?” Evie paused and looked back at me. “Alone.” 

I smiled at Jacob, quickly taking this as my opportunity to upgrade my gear. “Go with your sister Jacob. I will meet you back here in a bit.” He looked a bit unsure, and I gave him a reassuring smile.

Full Chapter on Ao3

[sharinganqueen22]

Okay, so...this is my first attempt to try and find roleplay partners here. So, with all further Adu, allow me to get started on my introduction. ((Bonus if you wanna do The Originals!)).

I've been roleplaying since 2012, and I'm a literate - advance roleplayer who mainly does fandoms. I'm over the age of 18, therefore it's a requirement of mine that all my partners (if I manage to get any) are also over the age of 18. Here are my rules:

Rules:

1: if you don't like 50/50 mixture of sex scenes and story, don't bother hopping into my inbox. I'm fine with sex scenes, but when it's constantly back to back, the roleplay itself gets boring.

2: Be literate. No one liners. I like to write..it's annoying when I send a 2-3 paragraph response and I get 3 lines...just...no. I am not accepting people who are just starting out! If you aren't experienced in writing or roleplaying, kindly stay out of my inbox.

3: Be okay with playing canon characters. I'm mainly doing fandom roleplays right now and it's going to be Canon x my oc. No, I'm not doing double ups. Do not even ask, because the answer will be no every time. I do not give a shit if you think that makes me 'lazy' or 'selfish', if you've got a problem, you can simply ignore or block me. Commenting on my post to bitch and whine about me not doubling up will only result in me blocking you. The ONLY time I'll double up, and if I'm confident enough, I'll only do female characters. I suck at males. Got a problem? Not my issue. Block and move on.

4: Roleplay in third person. I can't and won't adapt to first. Don't even bring up the idea of you playing first person and me playing third. Believe it or not, I've been asked this twice and that is just a hell no for me. The only time I do first, is when I'm writing into my book.

5: if you don't know how to share ideas, then don't bother messaging me. I'm tired of carrying the story when the other person doesn't help. If you've got ideas, then PLEASE speak up! Your opinion on the roleplay matters too! I'm an easy going person, and easy to get along with (dispite my rules).

6: DO NOT control my character. I control what she says, does, hears, sees, ect. I don't control yours, so don't control mine. HOWEVER, if it's highly necessary and needed, then run it by me first and ask me. Just leave me some wiggle room so I can make a decent response. Failure to comply by this rule, results in immediate drop of the rp.

Here are the list of Fandoms that I'm really wanting to do:

Fandoms & Pairings

Scream. (I've seen all but the newest movie. But Billy Lumis is 😍).

Deadpool (Wade x my oc)

The Adam's family

Pokemon ((MAYBE. Don't be nasty about it either!))

Bridgerton (or something like it. Can be Oc x Oc)

Disney Decedent's (or anything Disney) (oc x oc)

Orange is the new black (this can be oc x oc).

Criminal Minds (REALLY wanna do)

Marvel:

Loki x my oc

Spiderman (Tom Holland) x my oc

Dog The Bounty Hunter (REALLY wanna do):

Dog Chapman x my oc

The walking dead (REALLY wanna do!!):

Daryl X my oc

Batman x my oc

Lucifer (Netflix show series) x my oc (really wanna do)

The Originals: Klaus x my oc (PLEASE !! I REALLY wanna do this one!)

American Horror Story: Tate x my oc (REALLY wanna do)

Dragon Ball Z - Super (vegeta x my oc) (really wanna do)

Naruto: Minato x my oc

Harry Potter (thanks to the wonderful world of rp, the characters will be 18 or older. For me, I'd like it if it was Draco x my oc. REALLY wanna do)

Game Of Thrones (I'm still very early in the show, but I think we could think of something!)

Once Upon A Time:

killian x my oc, REALLY wanna do 🥺.

Avatar the last Airbender:

Zuko x my oc

Twilight:

Jacob x my oc

(Course, our version will be alot better than the movies).

Congratulations! You've made it to the end. Still interested? You've got the password. Message me and let's get started 😁. I also rp on Discord!

[cassieb1617]

ABOUT ME

NAVIGATION || MASTERLIST

Hello everyone! I‘m Cassie, my pronouns are she/her and I‘m 21. I come from Germany so English is not my first language, my zodiac sign is Sagittarius and my Hogwarts house is Slytherin. I‘m also a big Marvel and Harry Potter nerd which is what this blog is about. 

I, at first, made this blog to read fanfiction about my favourite Harry Potter characters but then decided to write some of them myself, later on I began watching the Marvel movies and started writing for my favourite MCU characters as well. 

All the gifs I use are not mine unless specifically stated, they are taken from Pinterest or from here on Tumblr. You can see the original gif-maker when you tap on the light grey name under the gif on the right side. The pictures like the header image in my navigation are nace by me and my divider as well. 

Please be kind when you send stuff into my inbox, I don‘t tolerate stuff like discrimination, hate, bullying etc. I don‘t want any of works plagiarized, copied republished somewhere that‘s not my account or translated. My works are only on Tumblr and my Wattpad. 

I ask you to read the warnings in the works and to not interact with the post if one of the warnings is MDNI [minors do not interact] or 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption so I will not be held responsible when something triggers you that has been mentioned in the warnings. 

A little disclaimer: neither the Harry Potter universe nor the Marvel Universe belongs to me. Everything that you read is purely fictional!

In my earlier fics I used (y/n) but later on stopped using it. All my readers are female or gender neutral and I won‘t write male readers. Please respect that. I try not to describe the reader‘s features like eye colour, skin colour, etc so everyone feels included, inform me if something is incorrect (unless specifically given e.g. gamer!reader).

Some helpful tags may be:

#[insert your character‘s name] 

#gamer!reader

#camgirl!reader

#[insert your character‘s name] x reader

#cassie‘s masterlist

#fic rec

Please block this hashtags if you don‘t want to see this topics/fics:

#smut

#camgirl!reader

#camgirl au

#marvel

#harry potter

!To see the 18+ fics you‘ll have to change your community labels!

The characters I write for:

Harry Potter:

James Potter

Remus Lupin 

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Misc:

Chris Evans

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Billy Loomis (Scream 1996)

Stu Macher (Scream 1996)

Sam Carpenter (Scream V)

Amber Freeman (Scream V)

[heroofpenamstan]

[1/∞] list of Original Characters: Jr. Deputy Joanne Burton  → Far Cry 5 

Despite the cheap, suffocating polyester of her shirt, the misspelled embroidery of her name ( Burton, not Barton. Geez, Nance; should have asked for Deputy instead— ), Joanne doesn’t mind her uniform. After all, to Jo, getting on the force had always seemed like an unattainable goal. For no matter how good or sharp she was, nor how well her Police Academy results came out, her track record was forever-stained with past, juvenile mistakes—DUIs and parties and, worst of all, drugs. Despite being rejected by nearly every agency in the Northwest, Joanne had persevered and pushed and shoved, until her speckled case finally lands into the hands of one Sheriff Earl Whitehorse up in Hope County, Montana.

Nearly empty-handed and in dire need of new recruits who could hold their own against the growing menace inside his county, Sheriff Whitehorse decides to give Joanne Burton a chance.

And Jo, not fully comprehending what she is getting herself into, jumps at the opportunity.

( Having said that, with this post, and with the current events taking place in America, I implore you to help out the black community if you are able to! For internationals like me, here are some zip codes. No money? No problem! Have some to spare? Go at it! I think all of us, in the Far Cry 5 fandom especially, with our playable character being who they are, and a lot of our OCs presented as law enforcement like Jo over here is, we need to stay aware of the brutal mistreatment of POC by and in the hands of people who are supposed to protect us. Of course, I am aware this is just a video game, and we’re all just having fun and are trying to escape the horrors outside, but writing this bio had left a bitter taste in my mouth, regardless, and for good reason. #blacklivesmatter, ya’ll. )

[writing-for-twilight]

anonymous asked:

Could you please do one for Seth x Bella's punk rocker cousin who moved from Tennessee to Forks during New Moon to try to help Bella get over the Cullens leaving, where she meets Seth when Bella drags her cousin with her to Jacob's one day because in trying to get Bella to get out and about and get better, she herself hasn't made any friends, and she meets Seth there and he imprints on her? It's okay if you don't want to do it, I get it, it's a jumble of a request. Love your works!

Katherine 'Kat' Swan smirked as Bella, her favorite cousin, the one who would be the first to tell someone how she felt, cursed the name of her ex boyfriend and his family. 

She always could curse better than any sailor. 

The girl who was at the moment, full of righteous anger, was a far cry from the girl she reunited with a week prior who would scream and cry out from the nightmares that plagued her mind at night. 

When she heard that Bella was going to visit her childhood friend, Jacob Black, Kat decided to go with her in Bella's infamous truck. 

Soon she found herself being introduced to Jacob and his friends: Embry, Quil, and Seth. 

When she locked eyes with Seth however, everything was turned on its head. 

[fangirl-writes]

Who/What I Write & Masterlists

Hi, I’m the writer here at fangirl-writes and this is a little masterpost/list for the fandoms and ships and people I write for. Some of them don’t have any content yet, but if you want to request a fic for said ship or person, feel free.

Requests Are Always Open, how fast I get to your request depends on how inspired I am by it and how much time I have in my personal life.

I write: X Readers, Poly Relationship X Readers, Ship Fics, Ot3 fics, Ot4 fics, etc. Friendship Fics, Fluff, Angst.

I WILL NOT WRITE: Smut (can get a little suggestive), Self-Harm, Suicide, Gore, Mental Illnesses (I don’t feel comfortable writing about what I don’t experience), Abuse, Dark Fics, Sexual Assault, Rape, Pedophilia

All X Readers Female Unless Otherwise Stated Or Requested.

I don’t do transgender reader because I do not feel I could do that justice, as I am not trans. Thank you!

If you don’t see a ship or character you want me to write for, shoot me an ask and I’ll let you know if I feel I can write for them or not!

Who/What I Will Write For:

MBAV: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Outer Banks: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Hayward

Girls: Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron

Ships:

Jarah, JJPope, KieSarah, CleoPope, KieCleo

Maybe others if requested

Cloak and Dagger: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Stranger Things: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Argyle

Girls: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Ships -

Joncy, Stonathan, Stoncy, Ronance, Steddie, Jargyle, Buckingham

Mileven, Lumax, Byler, Greatwise

Teen Wolf: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Boys: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raken

Girls: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimira, Malia Tate

Ships:

Scallison, Stydia, Sciles, Scira, Scisaac, Malira, Allydia, Thiam

Twilight: Masterlist (not yet)

NOTE: Movie or Fanon verse only because we hate Stephanie Meyer

X Readers -

Boys: Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Ateara, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote

Girls: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Leah Clearwater

Ships:

Bedward, Jella, Jalice, Rosemett, Carlesme, Blackwater, Rosella, Jaspella, Balice, Jakeward, Belliciper, Jacobelaward

Dead Poets Society: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts

Ships:

Anderperry, Cheeks, Knarlie, Mitts, Daltonperry

The Outsiders: Masterlist (not yet)

X Reader -

Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Keith “Two-Bit” Matthews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Ships:

N/A

The Breakfast Club: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

John Bender, Claire Standish, Andrew “Andy” Clark, Allison Reynolds, Brian Johnson

Ships:

Any pairing between the main five or maybe a crossover ship if you’re into that.

Footloose: Masterlist (nah)

Note: Not really a fan of the remake but I’ll do it. Requests for the original are much appreciated though 🥰

X Readers -

Ren McCormack, Ariel Moore, Willard Hewitt, Rusty Rodriguez, Woody (no last name for this guy, apparently)

Ships:

Any within the canon or a crossover if you’re into that

Hunger Games: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta

Ships:

Everlark, Gadge, Odesta, Hayffie

The Maze Runner: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Gally, Teresa, Brenda, Aris

Ships:

Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt, Brederesa

Descendants: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Merlin: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Lancelot, Guinevere, Leon, Eleon, Percival, Morgana, Mordred

Ships:

Merthur, Arwen, Mergwen, Gwencelot, Morgwen, Perwaine

Julie and the Phantoms: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (pansexual king 👑), Reggie Peters

Male Reader or Platonic only: Alex Mercer, Willie

Ships:

Juke, Willex, Ruke, Lalex, Julie x Nick

Request others and we’ll see 

Avatar the Last Airbender: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Jet, Haru, Teo

Girls: Katara, Toph, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula

Ships:

Zutara, Taang, Sukka, Yukka, Mailee , Yueki, Teoaang, On jaang, Jinko, Yuetara, Yueko, Ty Luko

Maybe others if you request them

Big Hero 6: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers:

Hiro Hamada, Tadashi Hamada, Gogo Tomago, Honey Lemon, Wasabi No-Ginger, Fred Frederickson

Ships:

Tadahoney, Gogodashi, Gogozilla (Fred x Gogo), Honeysabi, Honeyfred, Fredsabi, Honeygogo, Gogosabi

Hiro x his age appropriate love interests

Crossovers if that’s something you’re into.

5 Seconds Of Summer: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers

Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin

Ships: Real People. No shipping.

Queen/BoRhap: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Smosh: Masterlist (nope)

X Readers -

Boys: Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman, Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew

Girls: Courtney Miller, Angela Giarratana, Arasha Lalani

Ships: Real People. No shipping.

Miscellaneous:

X Readers - 

Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Timothee Chalamet, Indiana Jones, Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters: Afterlife), Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Maybe other actors/musicians/characters if you request them

[thatdamncutegirl]

Wifey: Chapter 4 - You are enough for me

Wifey Chapter 4

You Are Enough For Me

Warnings : Alpha/ omega dynamic. Submissive female. Dominant male. Age gap. Size kink. Some 18+ scenes. Poetic descriptions of budding love. Tooth aching fluff. Descriptions of injury and minor description of blood. Really tiny moment of angst(if you squint). A lot of hanky panky.

Pairing: Clark Kent x Mia Rose(Rosa)[original fictional character]

Author’s note: hi. I  am really sorry for how much you all had to wait. I had my exams and I tend to harm my health in stress. Without proper sleep and continuous exams, I had multiple black outs. After getting a nice 14 hour sleep, I’m back. Now the updates will be frequent until my next exams. Which will probably be in November. To any Indians/ hindus or anyone who celebrates our festivals, Happy Navratri. Read and enjoy and tell me whether you liked it and what changes you wish to see. Again, I am open to all kinds of criticism but please don’t be rude. My baby heart cannot handle it.

Do not post my work anywhere without permission or credit. Reblogs are welcome.

Enjoy  :)

Masterlist

 The next morning was bright and beautiful for our beautiful couple. Mia woke up to something tickling her face. When she opened her eyes, she saw what it was. Clark’s chest. His chest hair was peaking out from underneath his shirt. He had his arms around her, holding her snug to his chest. One leg was around her thighs, pinning her down. His chin was on her head and her arms were clinging onto his. She laid there, hearing the melodious sound of his heartbeat, his breath and breeze outside the window. Closing her eyes, she heard the rustle of the trees, in rhythm with his heartbeat. The sound of water from the lake that was close by synced with their breaths. The slight pitter-patter of the November drizzle against the roof calming her. and his scent kept entering her senses and settling their. Not just his touch, even his scent was trying to paint her as his from the inside. While her heart was begging to be heard and felt by the one who now owned it. She had once heard someone say,

“Nature and love are both same. Beautiful and calming. Yet stormy and powerful. It is on the lover to feel what they do.”

And she could imagine a future with him. Him coming home to a full dinner and peaceful home. With the sound of their children playing. And then when they grow old, standing in a field, holding hands, smiling. And then leaving the material world for a land where their souls will dance around each other on the way, and then combine into shiny golden dust and spreading out and becoming a part of mother nature. In the lap of peace and softness of each other. But her thoughts were put on a halt when he stirred, mumbling. He opened his beautiful dark blue orbs and was met with large, timid brown ones.

 Clark was in heaven. Here he was, lying in his bed with his one true soulmate. His omega. The one who will accompany him all along and then they will continue their journey together. And then fade into the beauty of the nature, remaining as another beautiful love story to tell. He wished her,

“good morning, Mi-Mi”

“g-good mor-morning, Al-alpha C-Clark”

“just Clark is fine, love”

“O-okay. What will we do t-today”?

“Hmm. Maybe we can spend the day at home today. And what about you? You don’t have your clothes. Actually, let it be. You look good with my shirt on you.”

Mia blushed.

“but I don’t have inners”

“why do you need them”

She blushed more furiously and tried to get up. He moved and let her go. She went to freshen up while he went out to the living room. There was a letter on the table.

“Clark, me, carol and Jacob have to leave unexpectedly because one of mine and carol’s friend became a grandma. Jacob is driving us there. Diana also left for a mission. We have left a bag of essential, clothes and house keys for Mia. We will come back tomorrow morning. Stay at home today and keep mia with you.”

 He couldn’t believe it. They left them alone. And for a whole day! He was on the verge of shouting when he heard a sniffle. Mia was crying in the bathroom. He went in and threw open the door. There she was, sitting on the edge of bathtub, crying. Every pearl like tear that slid down was a strong acid on his heart. He quickly went to her and saw that she had scratched her self from the mirror. A small, thin peace was jabbed into her wrist with a little bit hanging out. And blood was oozing out from the wound to his shirt to the floor. He quickly removed the glass from her wrist and tended to her wound. After tying it and checking her for any other injuries, he held her face.

“What happened?” he asked in a slightly anguish filled voice.

“please don’t get angry at me”

“I won’t. Tell me”

“I was about to comeback when I accidently slipped and hit my hand on the mirror accidently”

 He smiled at her and held her close. He picked her up bridal style and placed her on the bed. He held her in his arms, trying to stop her from crying. More for himself than her. he felt the despair of death. It was like dying all over again. When she finally stopped crying, he told her about the letter. She just nodded and gave a small smile. He got up and pulled her to the kitchen, and started making breakfast. After making breakfast, they ate the sweet pancakes and croissants, and the savory veggies. With Mia in Clark’s lap of course.  After finishing, they both got ready. Clark was in a red flannel shirt and black pants. While Mia was in a baby blue dress with an up-and-down skirt. The top of her dress was a sweetheart neckline with the upper part made out of lace. The top was bejeweled with small gems. She had low light blue matching heels on with a thin chain bracelet.

 Once they were finished, he came up behind her when she finished tying her hair in a half French braid. He came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She first tensed and then relaxed. He raised his hand to show a necklace. It had a black onyx on t as a locket with silver chain. She looked at it in awe and he asked her,

“may I?”

She nodded. He gently placed it on her and closed the clasp. He placed a small kiss right where the clasp was and turned her around. He held her face and moved his face closer. She closed her eyes with only him occupying her. His scent invaded her senses and the heavenly feeling of him was on her. they slowly lost every coherent sense of the world and got lost. it seemed as f they had been in a prison till now and saw their first ray of sunshine. He picked her up and put her feet on his. Now she was completely on his dependance. He walked back towards the bed and fell on it. She was on top him but they did not stop. It was as if the world had faded and only the sense of each other mattered. While Mia’s hands were on his shoulders, still, Clark’s were anything but that. His hands were tracing the delicious curves beauty of her. from her small feminine and feline face to her smooth neck to her to the first curve of her body. He traced her front with both hunger and delicacy. He moved his hands to her waist and turned them so she was beneath him. He let a major part of his weight on her to keep her grounded. Her lips were swollen red in a pout when he parted. He could hear her heartbeat, see the content in her eyes and smell how much she was liking this. He gently placed a hand on her knee looking at her, observing her. when all that he got was darkening of her rosy cheeks, he glided his hand up ward, underneath her dress. He kept gong until he reached the top. He pulled his hand back a little bit and moved to trace her inner thigh. She arched her back and her eyes fell close. He continued tracing light patterns with his fingers, slowly moving upwards.

Mia knew that he was going to touch her there. And she wanted hm to. The light patterns were spreading a warmth all over her with small tingles following the same path. She felt she was on fire, yet submerged within water. In the depths of deep seas yet in the clouds. He slowly reached her center. The very first touch had her gasping loudly. He gave her small touches and caresses. Every small touch gave her sharp tingles. After a long cycle of small touches, he gave a strong push. The effect the push had on Mia was beyond imagination. Her vision went white with her brain gong haywire. Her grip on his arms tightened and she gave out a long and loud gasp. Her back arched and her body was now pressing against him. The fireworks kept going on and on until they slowly subsided. She opened her eyes slowly to find him looking at her with awe. She had no idea what was happening but she knew one thing, she wanted it again and again. A fire had started in her that she didn’t know how to quench. All she knew, she needed him. A lot.

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[scuttling]

My brain: Hey let's start literally 20 Criminal Minds fanfics and leave them all in progress because you can't focus on anything right now

Also my brain: Let's write 12,000 words of Twilight fanfic because Jacob is pretty and he deserved better

[randomwriting-misc]

Endangered | Chapter Two

Paul Lahote x OFC

Chapter One

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

It didn’t take long for Alice to get me alone, even if I could avoid it during the school day. By Wednesday I was resigned to just having the hard conversation, for the sake of them leaving it alone. When the weekend began, Alice showed up at the house on Saturday, saying she was there to pick up Bella. Conveniently, she invited me over as well. Bella seems suspicious but goes along to encourage me to go. I wonder how much they have told her. Like I gleaned from Edward’s thoughts, he couldn’t read her mind, just like I couldn’t.  

The drive to the Cullen’s is filled with a small talk from Alice and Bella until we park, and Bella jumps out to meet Edward. I sigh, knowing that I wasn’t going to escape this interrogation.    

Alice is pleasant and nice as we walk to the living room, asking me to sit and if I want anything to drink. I shake my head, saying thank you, but I’m fine. As we settle onto opposite sides of the luxurious couch, an awkward pause falls between us.  

“I know you know what I’m going to ask you,” she says.    

“I’m sure you do,” I mumble.    

“What are you?”    

I flinch, straight to the point, I guess.    

“Why do you need to know?” I cross my arms defiantly.  

This time Alice sighs, “Edward is worried about what you mean for Bella, he can’t read your mind since the day you met, and he is paranoid you will cause her harm, or tell anyone about them... us.”    

“Why would I hurt my cousin?”    

“I don’t think you would, but Edward can be protective.”    

“Why? What does he plan for her?”    

“He loves her.”    

I roll my eyes and lean back on the couch.    

“You don’t have to worry about me as long as you not hurting Bella. I am not a fan of bringing attention to myself. Bella seems to know what’s going on, and I’m not going to try and force her to change her mind. It’s just my luck my family gets involved with vampires who can read minds.”  

“Well, just Edward. I can actually see the future,” she says proudly. Satisfied with my answer, she leans back as well.    

“I’ve seen your powers, in a vision. They are amazing,” she’s approaching the topic gently, I can tell.    

“I don’t usually show them off.”    

“Why? Because of the Fae?”    

My heart stops, “If you knew, why did you even ask?”  

She shrugs.    

“To see if you would tell the truth. We’ve seen our fair share of others over the years. There are stories.”    

“Well, I wouldn’t put a lot of stock in some of them.”  

“Anna, there’s a lot of things going on in Forks. I promise I’m not trying to force your hand but to tell you everything you need to know to protect yourself, to protect your family, I need to know about you too.”  

Her words tug at something in my heart. I hadn’t ever said it out loud but, my parents. I didn’t think their deaths were accidental. In fact, I was almost positive it had to do to a recent trip my mother was taking, always to a non-descript location. I had already lost them and had so many questions, maybe Alice could answer some.    

“Fine, but I’m going to need something from you.”  

“Name it.”  

“A promise. Not to use any of the information you learn against me or to cause me harm. It’s binding magic, so you literally will not be able to speak if you have that intention.”    

Alice nods and I gesture for her arm. Grabbing her forearm, I tell her to match me, grabbing onto my forearm. Closing my eyes, I mutter a few words under my breathe.  

Wind swirls around us even though we are inside, and the lights flicker momentarily.    

It doesn’t take long for the intention to lock in, and I look at her.    

“You have to say the words.”    

“I promise not to use whatever I learn harm or use against Charlotte Annabeth Swan in any way.”  

Satisfied, I repeat the incantation again, and when I let go of her arm, the wind stops.    

“So cool,” she says. I smile a little. I take a deep breath before beginning.  

“I get my magic from my mother, my dad is Charlie’s brother, so he is human. When she met my dad, she said everything in the world suddenly made sense. Fae’s have connections, soul mates in a way. He was hers. They were truly head over heels for each other. But the Fae can be fickle, there’s not really Courts anymore like in literature, but there is still prejudice about Full Blooded Fae getting involved with humans.”  

“Your mother was a full-blood fae?” She asks, a little shocked. I nod.    

“Yes, it’s incredibly rare these days, but she gave it up to be with my dad. She gave up her immortality and a lot of her magic to be with him. She made up for it by teaching me everything. I’ve been learning magic since I was born.”  

“The others didn’t say anything about you learning their magic?”  

“No, not really. I’m only half-fae, which is a lot more than usual, but they don’t get involved with humans, and half-human is human enough for them. They look down upon me a little, I’m not really worth their time.  

My mom kept it a tightly held secret. Many people thought we were witches, and that was our most common cover story. Supernatural creatures tend to gravitate towards each other because of our energy, so it was inevitable we ran into some. “  

“But not vampires? Because of the stories?”  

“Vampires don’t really spend a lot of time in Florida, I’m sure the legends about vampires seeking out Fae for their blood played a part in it.”  

“Why did you not say anything about Edward when you met him?”  

“The eyes. One of the ways to identify your kind is the red eyes, and it took me a few looks through my family books before finding a note about vampires and animal blood.”  

She nods.  

“Well, let me tell you about Forks.”  

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The drive home is silent. Edward and Bella are in the front seat.

Did you tell her? I ask Edward, opening a telepathic connection. To his credit, he doesn’t even flinch at the intrusion.

Yes, he replies, she knows.

Great. I might as well be wearing a sign at this point.

I wouldn’t worry. I explained to her why it needs to be kept a secret.

My brow furrows and I slam the connection shut. Crossing my arms, I impatiently wait for the car ride to be over.

While Bella is saying goodbye to Edward, I am pacing in the kitchen, habitually biting my nails. I shake my hands to try to stop. I hear the door open and turn to stand in front of Bella. She looks me over.

“Can we talk?” I ask, my voice is shaky. She nods and sets her bag down, sitting at the table.

I exhale and sit down across from her.

“They told you?”

“Yeah,” I can’t decipher her tone.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you.”

“You could have Anna. I wouldn’t have said anything.” Ah, okay, defensive is the tone.

“That’s not why, my mom, she was so secretive about it, I couldn’t tell you then, and now... It’s just dangerous.”

Bella huffs, “Yeah, apparently everything is.”

“I mean it’s more dangerous to be me and know about me than just being around the Cullens, Bella. Fae are almost extinct. Vampires hunted them down for centuries, pushing them into hiding. Most Fae nowadays are barely a quarter. I have a full-blood parent, it’s incredibly rare.”

“You realize that makes no sense, right?”

I groan in frustration, the palms of my hands rubbing my eyes.

“Edward says he told you this too, do you at least believe him?” She shifts uncomfortably before mumbling a yes. It annoys me she will trust his word over mine, but I let out a resigned breath.

“All I ever want is to keep my family safe. That’s all my mom wanted too, and we both know how that turned out. I’m trying my best Bella, I’m sorry if that means I offended you by keeping you in the dark.”

My solemn tone makes Bella’s face fall.

“Hey,” she says grabbing my hand, “That wasn’t your fault, and you know right? And you don’t have to worry about me, Edward can protect me. The Cullens have and will protect Charlie, and they can protect you too if you let them.”

I nod, hoping to placate her. She hugs me, happy with that.

I don’t have the heart to tell her that I can’t even bring myself to fully trust them.

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For the Assassin’s Creed ask meme... all of them 😂

I’m joking, of course. Do the ones you want to, I’m looking forward to seeing who is your favourite assassin 😉

A/n:....I’m gonna do it! Also all the video’s below are from my game play.

Favorite Historical Assassin:

100% Leonardo! I just love him so much and the relationship he shares with Ezio plus He is just so damn adorable.

annd Alcibiades....I romanced his ass so hard with Alexios.

Favorite Game:

I would say my favorite game would be between the second Assassin’s Creed { Ezio’s first game } Black Flag and Assassin's Creed III. 

Favorite DLC:

The Ripper DLC in Syndicate...100%. I loovve seeing a older Jacob and Evie and it’s awesome how the Incorporated Jack into the Assassin’s timeline. Though the whole Alexios going up against the Greek God’s was fun too.

Favorite Weapon:

The Hidden Blade, I love how each Assassin has their own blade.If I had to pick a favorite blade then I would go for Connor’s { His Pivot Blade is awesome}, Ezio’s and Jacob’s.

Favorite Supporting Character:

Adéwalé...man I just love this character, him and Edward had the best friendship, though I would also have to say James Kidd man both of their deaths broke me. 

Favorite Villain

Haytham Kenway and Crawford Starrick, I reaaally love these two. Hard not to like Haytham when you play as the man for half the game and Crawford is just amazing.

Least Favorite Game:

I’m sorry...but I would have to say Unity....I couldn’t even finish the game because of all the bugs. I did play the game on my Xbox360 so I may have to buy it for my PS4 to see if anything has change.

Least Favorite Protagonist:

Right now I would have to say Eivor...I mean I haven’t played AC: Vahalla much though I just think he is a bore.

Favorite Mission/Sequence:

I really love Assassin’s Creed III and all the mission’s in that game are really good{ dont know why that game gets so much hate }. Though the missions I enjoyed the most was the Battle Of Bunker hill and the whole Boston Tea Party Scene. I love how Connor just look’s at his father as he drops the tea into the Boston Harbor.

Odyssey  and Syndicate had a lot of really good Mission's two 

Best Quote:

“I see what you're saying Evie. We need The Rooks!”  

“You're not starting a gang called The Rooks!”

Favorite Plot Twist:

OKay....100% when Desmond kills Lucy....I just remember trying to stop it but once it was done...I just placed my Xbox controller down and walked off.

Favorite Modern-Day Assassin:

Shaun Hasting’s look at him...look at my boy! I just love him soo much.

Most Underrated Game:

Assassin’s Creed: III- Man I don’t get why this game get’s so much hate. 

Most Underrated Character:

Arno & Connor.

While I did not enjoy Assassin's Creed: Unity, Arno was still a great character.

Also Connor is just adorable....just look at these two amazing boy’s.

A game you think Ubisoft should remaster:

I’d like to see the original game get a remaster, it was the first so I think it deserves it the most.

Thoughts on the Movie:

We don’t talk about the movie.

F(uck), M(arry), or K(ill) with three AC Characters:

Fuck: Alexios

Marry: Ezio

Kill: Shay

Favorite Historical Setting:

While all the historical settings are amazing I would have to go with Odyssey or Origins.

The Greek and Egyptian gods are my favorite things 

Coolest Piece of Eden:

I’d have to say I’m stuck between the Apples of Eden,Spear of Leonidas and the Shrouds of Eden.

Favorite Historical Figure Cameo:

.

Syndicate had a lot of good ones like

Charles Darwin. Charles Dickens.

Favorite Female Character:

Evie! I love her so much

Scene that made you cry:

Achilles and Kidd’s death made me tear up but I think it was Phoibe’s death that really got me.

She was such a sweet girl and it was adorable by how much she looked up to Alexios and she was really part of his family. It’s heartbreaking, you can hear it in his voice by how much it broke the man and it stay’s with him through out the whole game.

It’s even worse when you see her in the DLC and Alexios has to send her away to the ‘heavens’ so she can be safe and happy.

The death Scene-

The Good bye scene from the DLC

Scene that made you laugh:

This mission...below { part of my AC: Odyssey playthrough }

Favorite Templar:

Haytham...I god damn love this man.

Favorite romantic relationship:

Alexios x Alkibiades

Favorite friendship:

Leonard and Ezio defiantly have the best friendship though I also love the relationship between Edward and his crew.

How many games have you played?  Which ones?:

Assassin’s Creed. Assassin’s Creed II. Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood. Assassin’s Creed III. {DLC included} Assassin’s Creed IV- Black Flag. Assassin’s Creed Unity. Assassin’s Creed Syndicate. { DLC included} Assassin’s Creed Rouge. Assassin’s Creed Origins {DLC -still playing } Assassin’s Creed Odyssey { DLC- Still playing.} Assassin’ Creed Valhalla { Currently Playing }.

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Not A Leech Lover, I Swear (L.C)

FANDOM: Twilight PAIRING: Leah Clearwater x Female Swan Reader  WARNING: Lil’ bit of Cullen and Bella bashing, sorry. I personally don’t mind them, but we all know our girl Leah is Not keen on them at all.  CATEGORY: F/F  WORDCOUNT: 3,833 SYNOPSIS: Y/N comes with her sister, Bella, to see Jacob and the others, only to meet the beautiful but fiery Leah who imprints on her.  A/N: This is the first fic I’ve written in ages, just wanted to do something simple to get back into writing. Hopefully, this isn’t too awful. Thank you for reading :)

You rolled your eyes as Bella and Jacob walked a few steps ahead, her body angled away from his while his intense dark eyes never left her, following your sisters every move. Bella was beautiful, there was no doubt, with dark hair cascading down her back and simple features that complimented her round face. You didn’t like to compare the two of you, but you were sure she was prettier, how else did she have not only Edward and Jacob but Mike Norton falling at her feet wherever she went?

You weren’t bitter though. Nope, not at all. You were just...observant.

“Are you sure this is a good idea? I am the vampire girl, remember?”

She asked with what sounded like a timid tone but you could see the underline of the smirk playing out on her face, the need for reassurance, for validation from Jacob. You wished she would just choose one already and stop dragging him along. Edward was nice, but so was Jacob and it physically pained you to see the kicked puppy expression he often wore every time Bella turned him down - often in the cruellest ways she could. 

Jacob didn’t get a chance to respond before four men just as large and muscular as Jacob, all shirtless in denim cut-offs, came jogging out of the house wearing matching grins. You recognised Quil and Embry from Jacob’s garage as they started into teasing conversation with Bella, and Jared and Paul from when Bella slapped Paul in the face. The memory still made you wince in embarrassment. You had tried to tug Bella away that day, away from the smirking men, away from Jacob who she continued to hurt, away from the reservation where she seemed to do nothing but cause trouble. 

But no, Bella had never listened to you before, you couldn’t imagine why you would have thought she would that time either. Bella always knew best, it was just the way your life worked. 

The men continued to poke fun at Jacob, Paul even leaning forward to smack him slightly with a laugh. You could see the pink forming on your sisters' cheeks and the way Jacob’s strong jaw seemed to lock in annoyance, the shifter refusing to meet eyes with anyone but especially Bella. 

“Alright, you can all shut up now,”

He grumbled with a shake of his head. You tried to block out their conversation and instead shoved your hands into the pocket of your jacket, looking down at your boots in the mud as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. You weren’t even sure why you were there. Bella had originally wanted to leave school just on the back of Jacob’s bike so it was only the two of them, but Jacob had seen your face fall at the idea of being stuck at school with a moping Edward and he had instead decided to take your car down to the reservation so you could come too. You were grateful for not being at school with your sisters' mind-reading boyfriend, but you would have rathered they dropped you home before coming. 

You didn’t feel like being the third-wheel to whatever type of not-a-relationship relationship they had going, not to mention if you let anything slip in your mind while around Edward Bella would kill you. You weren’t sure why it was only you being held to that standard because you were damn sure Jacob made no effort of controlling any of his thoughts around Edward and you were sure they were a bit more graphic than your own. 

You hadn’t even noticed the figure out the corner of your eye come stomping forward until she was only a few feet away. You couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful woman who stood tall with radiant copper skin that even the miserable weather couldn’t wash out, and black hair that seemed to shine despite the overcast of the sky. Even in a simple pair of denim shorts and a beige tank top she still looked stunning, miles of tanned legs and biceps toned with muscle on display.  The Quileute beauty hadn’t seen you yet - but she had seen Bella and you had a feeling your sister was about to wish she hadn’t.

“Y/N, Bella, this is Leah Clearwater...Harry’s daughter,”

Jacob seemed to add as an afterthought with an awkward cough, not meeting anyone’s eyes. You prayed Bella wouldn’t say something stupid or offensive to the woman. 

“Hey, I’m really sorry about your father.”

Leah stared at Bella with such a ferocity that you weren’t even sure the woman was aware of your existence, something that filled you with equal parts relief and anxiety, like if this woman didn’t look at you then your entire life would be over in an instant. ‘What the hell, Y/N?’ You thought incredulously to yourself. 

“If you’re here to torture Jacob some more, feel free to leave,”

She spat, her intense eyes filled with something you could only describe as utter loathing. You could see Bella visibly wince, and while you felt bad for your sister, you also couldn’t help the small feeling of smugness that crept to the surface. It was about time someone had called Bella out on her treatment of Jacob.

All was quiet for a moment save for the uncomfortable loudness of Jarod chewing on a chicken leg while everyone else shifted uncomfortably, not really saying anything. Eventually, the brunette beauty’s eyes trailed off from Bella and onto you. 

When her dark eyes met yours it was like everything fell into place, as if your life had been some kind of unsolved maths problem before that moment that could never quite be solved. A warm flush descended upon your cheeks and down into your belly, a pleasant feeling comparable to drinking hot chocolate on a cold day or curling up in bed with a heated blanket. A feeling of home, comfort, safety. 

Her eyes widened, lips parted ever so slightly and it made you want to leap forward and kiss them- You nearly shrieked at the thought. What had gotten into you? You didn’t know this woman and here you were thinking about kissing her?

It didn’t change the fact that she looked at you like no one ever had before, like you were important and needed. She looked at you as you imagined the characters of your beloved romance novels looked at each other, with both passion and protectiveness. You were lost in her dark eyes and you weren’t sure you ever wanted to be found. You couldn’t bear the thought of the moment ending, of her looking at anyone but you that way. The thought replaced the warmth in your stomach with a painful cold comparable to the time you accidentally touched Edward’s skin when walking past. Cold, hard, uncomfortable. You never wanted her to break the stare being traded between you, never wanted anyone to interrupt the moment-  

“Holy fucking shit,”

You heard a voice whisper in amused awe behind you, either Embry or Paul. You ignored it and kept staring at the beautiful woman, but instead, her copper cheeks flushed an angry red and she turned and stormed off, not looking back once. 

You glanced around the group in confusion and mild irritation, taking in the confusion of your sisters face, then the dumbfounded look on Jacob’s face while Embry, Paul and Quil wore amused smirks. Jarod just kept chewing on his chicken. 

You couldn’t explain it, but every part of your body was screaming to follow her, to make sure she was okay. You wanted to chase her and assure her that she was alright and that you hoped she was healing after the death of her father and that she deserved happiness. You weren’t sure where these thoughts were coming from, why you had such an intense need to make sure this stranger was happy. It was then the words of Jacob came to mind when he had been explaining the relationship between Sam and Emily earlier in the car. “Suddenly it's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does. You would do anything, be anything.” Imprinting.

The breath seemed to have been sucked from your body at that moment, the world around you spinning. You, the sister of the resident ‘vampire girl’ had been imprinted on by a wolf? The thought made your skin tingle with both excitement and dread.

Something drove you forward, an invisible force that screamed at you to chase after her. Suddenly it wasn’t you in control of your legs but this invisible force urging you forward. Unconsciously, you began to follow after her. 

“Y/N,” Bella snapped, her hand shooting out to close around your arm as you took a step forward. You shrugged her off with ease and hurried off down the path where you had seen Leah go, trying to block out the sound of their voices behind you. 

“Fun, isn’t she?” You heard Jacob say snidely regarding Leah and you fought the urge to turn around and give him a piece of your mind, but finding Leah was more important than Jacob’s snide comments.

The path Leah had taken was one into the forest, sounding you with serene sounds of birds and the gravel crunching beneath your feet. The trees blocked out what little sun the day had to offer and instead you found yourself descending into the dark, wondering if there was a big bad wolf waiting to eat you up. The thought made your cheeks hot. 

“Leah!” You called, the basic shoes you had slipped on for school not cooperating with the rough terrain under your feet as you hurried towards the figure stalking away. She slowed slightly but didn’t turn, her long legs (not to mention superhuman abilities) giving her an unfair advantage over you. Huffing in annoyance, you attempted to push yourself further. 

“Leah, please, wait,”

You begged, pushing yourself to hurry to catch up to the she-wolf. In your clumsy attempt to catch her your foot caught on a root and you let out an alarmed cry as you went crashing knee-first into the rough ground beneath you, feeling the rocks tear at your thin skin as pain shot through your lower legs. 

You barely even have time to register the pain before pleasantly warm hands were wrapped around your forearms softly, big brown eyes staring down at you with thinly-veiled fear as they took in the extent of your wounds - a scraped knee. You were fairly sure you’d live unless the intensity of Leah’s stare melted you into a puddle first - something you were all too sure was possible at the way your stomach flipped at her proximity. Once again you were all too focused on her plump lips, how they parted slightly as she stared down at you with an unreadable expression. 

You cursed yourself for not being able to stay focused around the beautiful woman. Sure, you had crushes before, but this - this was nothing compared to those school girl crushes of the past. If the woman in front of you asked you to jump off one of the highest La Push cliffs as your sister had, you weren’t sure you had the ability to say no. 

“I’m Y/N, Y/N Swan,”

You blurted out, wincing at your desperate tone. Leah’s plump lips tugged in amusement, not quite a smile, but close. 

“Leech Lover Jr,”

She said with a strange combination of amusement and terseness, her warm hands never letting go of your forearms, although you certainly weren’t complaining. You were so distracted by the pleasant warmth pulsating through your arms that you didn’t even register her words for a moment, your features morphing in disgust as you eventually did. 

“No thanks,”

You said with a crinkled nose, disgusted at the thought. 

“I like my girlfriends alive.”

You fought a snort of amusement at the way her eyebrows comically raised at your comment. Using her momentarily stunned expression to your advantage, you stood from where you had landed on your knees in the dirt, Leah whose hands were still tightly closed around your forearms having no choice but to stand with you. The blinking she-wolf seemed to then realise she still had a hold of you and with a quick pause, she dropped her hands awkwardly back to her side, an unreadable expression on her serious but beautiful features. You fought to hide your disappointment at the lost contact. 

You both stood in silence for a few moments, you looking everywhere but at Leah and Leah seemingly unable to take her curious eyes away from your face. Your cheeks heated under her intense gaze. You opened your mouth to say something at the same time she did and then you both paused again in frustration, Leah gesturing with your hand for you to go first. You took a deep breath, preparing for her reaction. 

“You just imprinted on me.”

It wasn’t a question because you didn’t need an answer. There was no other way to explain her shocked look or the packs' comments or the way your body just seemed to need to follow her and make sure she was okay. You had cared about a lot of people before - Charlie, Bella, your mother on a good day, Jacob, but never had you felt this kind of...intensity? A primal urge like hunger or thirst, she had suddenly become another nourishment your body needed to be filled and would starve without. 

Leah blinked a couple of times in what you supposed was shock, her expression one of a woman who had just been slapped with something she certainly wasn’t expecting. 

“How do you know about imprinting?” She demanded and if it was aimed at anyone else you would almost see it as aggressive, but you could see the genuine curiosity playing out on her face and you knew then she didn’t mean any harm. 

“Jacob told us a bit about it,”

You explained with the shrug of your right shoulder as if Jacob sharing tribal secrets was no big deal. You knew it was, but you figured if you could play it off then maybe she wouldn’t tear him a new one. From the irritated noise that bubbled in her throat, you got the feeling he wasn’t going to escape it no matter what you said. Oh well, you tried, now you just had to hope they’d let you watch. 

“So...it’s true?” You prodded gently. 

“You imprinted on me?” Leah didn’t say anything for a few moments, causing anxiety to bubble in your stomach uncomfortably and for your skin to tingle with goosebumps, the hairs of your arms standing on end. You writhed your fingers together, trying to concentrate on the throbbing pain of your scraped knees and not nausea bubbling beneath the surface. Why wasn’t she saying anything? Had you got it all wrong? Perhaps she hadn’t imprinted, perhaps you just had a sudden crush and she stormed off because your staring had made her uncomfortable. Yes, that was it. Why would this strong, beautiful woman have imprinted on you? She was a warrior of her tribe, a protector of humans, fierce and deadly. Why would she imprint on you? The sister of the resident ‘leech lover.’ God, you must have come across as ridiculous, chasing after her talking about imprints. You were nothing but a silly little girl. 

You fought the hot tears trying to form behind your eyes and instead quickly rubbed them away with a sniffle, taking a step away from the she-wolf. 

“I’m sorry,”

You blurted out, taking another step back, ready to run back to Emily’s house and beg Bella to take you home. After this, you would lock yourself in your room for a week straight with ice-cream and never go near the reservation again, not after the humiliation. If Jacob wanted to see you he could come slum it in Forks.

“I got it wrong, I’ll just go-”

Before you had a chance to walk off, a warm hand shot out to grasp your arm, not harshly. You turned and your eyes connected with her dark ones, your breath nearly stolen from the intensity of them. You never thought yourself one of those people who could ‘read’ peoples eyes and tell their emotions, you left that to Jasper Cullen, but staring into her eyes you could see swirls of emotions mixing together and you weren’t sure just how that made you feel. All you knew was the feeling on her hand around your arm seemed to make everything bad in the world disappear. 

“I did,”

Leah confirmed with an unreadable expression and you nearly passed out on the spot. Imprint, she had imprinted on you. A part of you already knew that deep down but it didn’t stop a hundred new emotions, many you weren’t familiar with, taking over your body. 

“And uh...how do you feel about that?” You asked awkwardly, and unaware of your own movements, you stepped closer to Leah, inhaling deeply at her presence. She smelt of the Earth and forest around you, of warmth and security. A faint smell of sweat and natural odour could be detected to - but it wasn’t unpleasant like sharing classes with boys after gym class. It smelt of her - and she smelt like home. 

Leah, for the first time in the minutes you had known her, nearly smiled. It was close, a twinge of the lips, a dance in her eyes. You’d get her there, you were sure of it. 

“I’m not sure,”

She confessed. 

“I - Well, we didn’t think I could imprint,”

She said with a slight shrug and you didn’t miss the bitterness in her tone at that revelation. 

“I was always the freak of the pack, the one who wasn’t meant to be there. They never stopped reminding me of it.”

It filled you with a wave of intense anger that the boys of the pack had made her feel so unwelcome, so unwanted. Jacob was no stranger to being shoved to the side, to be both needed but unwanted - he had dealt with that the entire time Edward had been gone, being used for what he could give but when it came to his wellbeing than being pushed away again. You couldn’t believe the boy you had grown up with as a brother could treat someone so poorly. You were definitely going to be having a conversation with Jacob later. 

A flush of red-hot embarrassment played out on Leah’s face and she quickly took a step away, your stomach sinking at the loss of contact. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have unloaded all of that onto you-” She didn’t get to finish her stammered apology before you were in front of her, your arms wrapping around her slim waist before she had time to protest. You could feel her body stiff at the sudden contact, but you never let go, keeping her warm, soft body close to you. It wasn’t intentional that your face would be level with her breasts, but you weren’t complaining either. After a few moments of stillness, the forest quiet save for the steady drum of her heart and quick breaths, she brought her warm, strong arms up and wrapped them around you. You nearly melted there and then. 

You stood together for several quiet moments, just enjoying the feeling of her warm embrace engulfing you and the sound of her heart against you. You didn’t want this moment to ever end - to ever be separated from her. The thought was painful in a way you couldn’t imagine. Is that how Bella felt when Edward left? Like something was missing? If it was, you suddenly felt bad for how terse you had been with her during the ordeal. In your defence, there’s only so many nights a girl can be woken up by shrill screams before it gets a bit ridiculous. 

“So,” Leah started as the two of you separated from the hug, you with a slight frown at being parted from her body. 

“No leech boyfriend or...girlfriend I need to worry about?” She joked, but you could see the genuine concern clear on her face. With who your sister was, you knew it was a valid worry, but it still didn’t stop the wave of nausea you felt at the idea of being with one of them. A literal example of the walking dead. Your disgust must have played out on your face because Leah let out a snort of amusement. 

“No, definitely not,”

You said with a shrivelled nose turned upwards. You could see Leah mostly believe you, although you were sure you still saw a slither of doubt. 

“I’m not a leech lover, I swear,”

You promised with a smile. That seemed to be good enough for her and for the first time, although it was only small, you saw Leah smile and it filled you with a warmth you didn’t know was humanly possible. 

“Look, Leah,”

You began, taking one of her warm hands in your own. You tried not to let yourself get distracted by the heat that flooded you or the gentle pink of her nose. 

“I don’t really know how this whole imprinting thing is supposed to work - I don’t think you do either, but can we just...try? Take it day by day, see what happens?”

You finished your little speech with a breath, hoping she hadn’t been scared off by your words. What if she didn’t want anything to do with this - with you? Maybe she wasn’t interested in imprinting, maybe she wasn’t interested in girls, or maybe she was but just not you. The possibilities were endless and your mind was dedicated to exploring every single heartbreaking one until a squeeze of your hand brought you out of your depressing fantasies and you were left face to face with Leah who had a small smile on her face and if you didn’t know better you’d even say a slight blush. 

“I’d...I’d like that,”

Leah said with a soft tone, her hand never releasing yours, something you were eternally grateful for. 

As you and Leah turned to walk back to Emily’s house, hand in hand, you weren’t sure how the future was going to play out - you weren’t any Alice, after all, but you felt a deep feeling of content in your stomach. You were sure as long as Leah was there, you’d be okay, everything would be okay. Not perfect, not without faults or arguments, but okay. 

You had a lot of adventures in your life, from being chased by vampires to making sure one didn’t kill itself, but you were getting the feeling those were only the start of your adventures, and you were more than ready to make some new ones with Leah by your side. 

Now, you just had to tell Bella. 

Authors Note: Hey, thank you for reading! This is my first fanfic in forever so it’s probably trash, but I’m just trying to get back into writing regularly. Anyway, thank you :)