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We all really still hope your still going to continue writing (Unexpected) hope you feel motivated to write. We know it's hard work and wish you the best. *Fingers cross !?? :^)

You are all so sweet 😭

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Happy to see you back!! Paul soon? 👀

maybe 👀😬

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Would you ever set up a Ko-Fi or anything? So, so many people love your Unexpected series. The reason I ask if since you dont publish them often maybe getting that specific series tipped thru would motivate you? I dont wanna push you if it's just not something you really wanna do but I just thought that could be an option for you

I never really thought of it! It didn’t cross my mind that that was something folks might be interested in... I would feel awful if folks were giving me money and I couldn’t update consistently 

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Are you still writing (Unexpected - Paul x Reader) ?? I really miss reading it !xx

I know I haven't been active for a few months but I miss writing and I'm hoping to put another part out in the next few weeks 😁😁💕 it's all of your faults for never stopping sending me sweet messages about how much you enjoy unexpected

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celebrate it by taking a long shower and relaxing because the effort you put in means you deserve to treat yourself!

😭😭 I don't deserve you

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Celebrate your 1000 followers with a long chapter of unexpected

I just might have something in the next few days 👀👀👀

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Y'all... thank you. How can I celebrate this??

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Unexpected (Pt.10) - Paul Lahote x Reader

it’s been 84 years!! congrats on waiting this long, I’m a mess and I never write but I love every last one of you for sticking with me. here’s your reward! it’s short and silly but I enjoyed writing it and I hope I will have the power to make more soon

word count: 2208

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9

tags -  @bookluver01​ @mrs-hemmings96 @glimmering-darling-dolly @eleganttravelercloud @vxidnik @wandering–in–fangorn @fangirlbitch02​ @steggy4ever​ @the-main-pumpkin @alphakelsey @thisgirlisahufflepuff @delnquents​ @my-current-fandom-is @tlittlet @lime-001miniwroetofreezymd @newtycuty  @bisexualtwilight @le–petit–croissant    @fuckyourgondola probably more but I’ve lost the list forgive me

              The tent and the festivities inside are faint in both sound and sight before either of you speak again. Strangely, as you follow the dark-haired boy further into darkness, you feel no words that need to be said. You wonder where he’s taking you, but the wonder roots itself in excitement, in anticipation, in… trust? There is no fear, and you decide it is better left a surprise, so you do not pressure him to explain. He squeezes your hand, tosses a smile at you over his shoulder, and continues leading you down a winding pathway, curving just over a subtle hill to resume the steady downwards slope. Hand enveloped warmly in his, you welcome that all-too familiar family of butterflies in your middle.

              “A few more minutes,” he assures you quietly, as if not to disturb the forest. “Sorry about the trek.”

              You shake your head. “Not at all, this is way better than what I was doing a minute ago.”

              Paul lets out a quick breath, a snort of a laugh as he nods in response, allowing the silence to return.

              Another minute passes, then two, then five. You watch your feet closely, carefully scrambling over rocks and branches and soft mounds of moss, following Paul’s steady lead, before he suddenly stops short.

              Craning his neck around, he turns to face you, his face set in a sideways grin you’ve come to know well. “We’re here,” he says, hopping off a slight ledge below him before reaching up to help you down, wrapping strong hands around your waist and lifting you with ease, gently setting you on the ground beside him.

              “It’s… beautiful,” you say, and you mean it. As your feet settle back on the ground, your eyes fall on a gentle creek, soft current bubbling in the quiet forest. A thick layer of moss covers the clearing, crawling up the sides of the looming ash trees that circle the creek, forming a barrier between the grove and the outside world, a trickle of light seeping in from the cracks of sky overhead, a puddle of moonlight illuminating spots of water, the soft ground beneath you, the tall boy who you now realise is still holding your hand.

              Instinctively, you jerk yours away, tucking it in the crook of your other arm, crossing them over your chest. Paul glances towards you, brows knitting together in an emotion you can’t quite read, before softening his face and turning towards the brook.

              “Isn’t it? I found it one day when I was on patrol. I come here all the time, to… you know, get away from the guys. Be alone for a bit,” he says, taking a few steps closer to the water, crouching down to wave a hand through the current.

              You’re silent for a moment, biding your time, drinking in the sight of the clearing before you open your mouth to speak again. Paul beats you to it.

              “I’ve never brought anyone else here before,” he says. You can’t see his face, but there’s a waver, ever so slight, in his steady voice. He hunches further over the creek, leaning back on his heels until he’s sitting in the moss.

              Two slow, hesitant steps, and you’ve closed the gap between you, kneeling beside him, shoulder to shoulder. You turn your face to his, gazing on his strong profile, gently sloped nose and soft, full lips. “Then I’m honoured,” you say, leaning your weight on him ever so slightly.

              Paul chuckles, half-lidded eyes lowering to examine his hands folded neatly in his lap. “You should be,” he says, meeting your eye again. They’re smiling, they almost always are. But you know his eyes now, better than you’d ever expected to – and the smile is only half of them. They’re sad, too, buried somewhere deep beneath his jokes and his teasing and his lighthearted demeanor.

              Allowing a slow smile of your own to pass over your lips, you reach down to your feet a slip off your shoes, a flimsy pair of pink ballet slippers – you hadn’t exactly planned on a hike today – and dangle your bare feet over the water, slowly lowering them to dip your toes in. A shudder shakes your spine as the cool river washes over them. It passes as quickly as it arrived, and in a moment you’re standing again, dancing on the slick riverbed, soaked halfway to your knees.

              Grin still plastered on your face, you watch as Paul leans over, carefully untying his dress shoes and rolling up his pants, glancing up at you with a cocked brow. He returns your smile, and you can’t be sure but… you think this one was all smile.

              A moment later he’s standing beside you, closing the space between you until you’re pressed together, as he reaches for your open hand once more, guiding the other to rest on his shoulder before placing his own on your hip. One more smile, and you search his eyes for sadness. You can’t find it.

              A hot blush rushes to your cheeks, and you pray he can’t see it in the blue light. “What’s this for?” You ask, almost silently, a whisper, barely audible over the bubble of the stream at your feet.

              “You promised me a dance,” he says, casting dark eyes down at yours. His gaze never wavers.

              A quick laugh escapes you. “I guess I did.”

              Another beat of silence, two bodies swaying in the water together. There’s something about silence with Paul, it never feels… empty. As though you there’s nothing that needs to be said, the comfort of the other’s presence is enough. Warm, gentle, comforting… safe. That’s the word. Paul is safe. Your mind wandering, you almost don’t notice your head moving to rest on his chest, him tightening his arms around you, enveloping you in his embrace.

              “Y/N.”

              Your eyes flutter open, suddenly aware of where you are, what you’re doing. For once, you don’t pull away. “Yeah?”

              He doesn’t respond right away. Pressed against his chest, you can feel his heart beating in rhythm inside him, the gulp in his throat, almost hear the cogs turning in his mind. “You remember… that night on the beach? When we were talking? About… you know. Life, and imprinting, and… friendship?”

              “I do.”

              He lets out a long breath. “I’ve… been thinking about it. A lot. I know you said what you said, and if things haven’t changed for you, I won’t ask again, but - ”

              He stops short.

              He steps back.

              “Get down,” he says, crouching to the ground, motioning for you to follow. “Shit, shit, shit. This isn’t happening.”

              You follow suit, wrapping a trembling hand around his bicep, the edge of your dress dipping into the river. His face has grown so dark, miles away from the look he was giving you an instant ago. You’ve never seen him so grave. “What? What’s happening?” You whisper.

              “Shhhh,” he says, eyes scanning the darkness, pulling you out of the water and onto the land. “Something’s here. I can smell them… and if I can smell them - ”

              “They can smell you. Astute observation, for a dog.” A voice carries through the darkness, it’s owner nowhere to be seen. Whoever it belongs to, it’s deep and drawling, soaking with something like enmity. “Although, I must admit, I expected you to notice me sooner. I could smell your stench miles away, it’s downright sickening.”

              Paul bares his teeth, lets out something like a low growl. You wince, leaning in closer, trying to make out what he said. It’s not until he shoots a desperate look towards you that his words register – Get back. And you do, scrambling backwards on the soft earth, putting distance between you and the boy before he starts to tremble, roaring in agony and anger as his body begins to shift, twist, accompanied by that awful sound of cracking bone and snapping jaws.

              And then, where Paul was a moment ago, stands a hunched over, gigantic, looming grey wolf. He curls his lips, fangs gleaming as they pass through a patch of moonlight, releasing a steady, gravelly growl into the air, taunting the speaker to come out.

              You look around, from the wolfen figure of Paul to the darkness around you, afraid of who could have scared Paul so badly, crouching beside the trunk of a moss-covered tree, pressing your back to it.

              The voice calls out once more. “That’s really sweet, you know? Toying around with humans. You guys do that, I guess, don’t you?” In an instant, standing at the top of the ledge Paul had carried you down a few minutes before, a man appears in a blur. He’s dressed very nicely, a sharp black shirt buttoned to his collar and crisp dress pants, a trim coat thrown over his shoulder. The darkness of his clothes contrast against the whitest skin you’ve ever seen – almost glowing in the moonlight. A styled mop of blonde hair is slicked back on his head, and he gazes down at Paul with two intense blood red eyes. “She’s your special one, isn’t she? What do you call them?”

              Paul growls again, aggression dripping from his voice. The man only laughs and crouches down to his knees, flickering his eyes to where you’ve hidden yourself in the darkness. “Your friend here can’t speak at the moment, it would seem. Care to enlighten me, hon?”

              “I-” You start, and the man hops of the ledge, as if to make his way over to you. He hasn’t even reached the ground before the full force of a shapeshifted Paul slams into his form.

              You’ve seen the wolves fight before – with their sheer strength, their speed, you know well enough that no regular human could go up against one of them alone and survive. Although… you had an inkling this man was no regular human. Sure enough, a moment after he’s knocked down, he’s back on his feet, eyes darkening as he focuses on Paul, a sly smile peeling across his thin lips.

              The man barrels towards him, wrapping two arms around the wolf’s middle and lifting him into the air with ease. You watch in horror as Paul slams into the ground on his side, a high-pitched whimper escaping him before he rolls quickly to the side to avoid a second blow, the man bringing his hand down in a claw, only barely missing his middle.

              This earns the well-dressed man a snap at the ankles, the slash of a claw across his face, the baring of a powerful jaw at his side. The two exchange blows in unison for what feels like an eternity – the man holding his own to your amazement. What sort of creature was this, that could stand against something as strong as you’d known the wolves to be? The creatures move in a blur, both impossibly fast as they dart around the clearing, batting away bites and swings with ease, seemingly perfectly matched. You know Paul would want you to run, he’s buying you time – if he fell, there would be nothing protecting you from whatever this man is, whatever he came for. But you can’t move, your legs locked in place, your eyes glued to the scene before you. In what was once a silent grove, most certainly now rings loudly with growls and grunts, the sound of bone against bone and claws ripping through flesh, but you hear nothing. You heart pounds in your ears, blood rushing past, the sound of worry all you can hear. What if something happens to him? What if he’s not strong enough? All of the sudden, a most desperate fear curls its dark fingers around your throat.

              What if Paul doesn’t make it?

              You fall backwards on your feet, desperately resisting the urge to go to his side, to take the man in your hands and pull him apart for threating your… what is Paul to you, anyway? A moment ago, you would have said friend. It doesn’t seem to fit quite right anymore.

              As if on cue, three more figures burst through the treeline, baring sharp, gleaming fangs and dark, canine glowers at the pale man, whose confidence seems to waver for a moment. The three new wolves – you couldn’t be certain, but judging by the silver coat, the slender, muscular figure, you would bet the one on the far side was Leah.

              It’s not a fair fight anymore. The three new wolves descend upon the man, who struggles to dodge and dart away like he had with Paul, wherever he arrives, a set of powerful teeth are waiting to greet him. You hear him cry, and in a moment one of the wolves is at your side.

              As she saunters closer, you know you would recognize her anywhere.

              “Leah,” you whisper, feeling hot tears tearing across your cheeks.

              She lowers her head, motioning to her back, then to the pile of wolves. Tentatively, you reach up, placing your arms on her strong back, eyes flickering to her face for permission. She nods, and you pull yourself up, straddling her sides, gripping her fur tightly in trembling fists.

              And then you’re flying through the night.

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pleeaaasee update unexpected i love your writing!

ask and you shall receive. eventually

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RECOVERED 😎

Wanna hear something you aren’t going to believe

I was finally writing more unexpected and my gosh darn computer crashed lol

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Wanna hear something you aren't going to believe

I was finally writing more unexpected and my gosh darn computer crashed lol

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I L O V E YOUR WRITING seriously it’s so good and I spent all day reading everything you’ve ever posted and you make it so easy to enjoy the story bc it’s so well written god bless your soul

😭😭 thank you dear, you are too kind!! god i should write more huh

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Hi I just found your blog and I love your work! I was wondering if you would ever consider writing for demetri from the volturi?

I don’t know much about him but I’d try anything once!

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7 with leah please n thank u

HI I know it’s been just sort of radio silence from me for the better part of like 6 months but hey I’m here now with the smallest leah one shot ever! thank you for your continued support even when I’m not churning out content, your messages really are the reason I haven’t abandoned this blog 😅 anyway I’m a mess n leah is hot enjoy all 665 words

           The warmlight of your house is all you can think about as you blow a hot breath into yourcupped hands, rubbing them together, willing the heat to spread through yourfreezing body. Your eyes settle on the stretch of road before you, the littlehouse in the distance, and the cold moonlight that illuminates the path. Spotsof starlight dot the sky overhead, and you blink up at them as they return thefavour. For a moment, you remember why you’d decided to walk to the partyrather than drive. It really was a lovely night out.

              A fiercegust of wind blazes in from the north, and as you wrap your arms tightly aroundyour middle, you’ve forgotten why you decided to walk again. Both Sam and Sethhad offered to walk you back when you had decided to head home, but you’ddeclined – you didn’t need the protection anyway, there were other wolves onguard tonight, and you’ve never had any trouble from inside the treaty lines. Thinkingback, the extra body heat may have been nice.

              “Cold?”Calls a voice from behind you, clear and confident, a welcome sound ringingthrough the dark air.

              You leta smile cross your lips, eyes flickering to your feet before turning to facethe woman who’d spoken. “You’re supposed to be on patrol,” you say, only halfserious.

              Leah returnsyour smile, a toothy grin crossing her face as she closes the gap between youand pulls you in, leaning down to meet you, so close you can feel her lips moveas they dance across your neck. Her warmth seeps into your skin, a welcome heatsettling over you as she holds you close. “And you were supposed to let someone walk you home,” she presses a kissto your neck, your cheek, your ear, before pulling away and standing to herfull height again, towering over you. “Sorry, can’t get away with much in thiscrowd,” she says, tapping a finger to her temple.

              Youshake your head, silently cursing her mental link with the other wolves. Sethmust have told her. “Maybe that was my plan all along,” you say, taking herhand in yours as you take a few steps backwards. “I needed a big strong shapeshiftingwolf lady to take me home.”

              Anothergust of wind rushes by, whipping a mouthful of hair into your face as it goes.A shudder falls across you, cold settling back into your bones, now a few feetaway from Leah’s unnatural warmth.

              Not asecond passes before she’s at your side again, strong arms enveloping your form.“Get back here, dummy, before you freeze,” she scolds, her smile betraying herstern words. “Let me keep you warm.”

              Youtwist in her arms to meet her gaze, big brown eyes staring down at you,blinking like stars. Soft lips slightly parted in a sly smile, dark hair pulledback halfheartedly into a messy ponytail, falling out over her shoulders andspilling into her eyes. Shifting to stand on your tiptoes, you press your lipsto hers, allowing her warmth to pour into you, smiling into her kiss as youmove together, taking in the sharpness of her jaw, the way her lips dance withyours. A free hand presses against her abdomen, the other curling around theback of her neck, finding a fistful of hair and grounding itself to her.

              It’s herwho pulls away first, but not before you catch her lower lip with your teeth,pulling at it playfully before letting her go. Without warning you suddenlyfeel your feet fly out from under you, catching cold air where they once feltsolid ground, and two strong arms steady underneath you instead. A sly smileand one brow raised, you gaze up at Leah’s face once more. A sly smile, acocked brow and what looks like the faintest blush settles on her cheeks. “Let’sget you home now.”

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Did you write about Leah x reader? If so, where is it? She needs more love aaaaaaaa

I’ve written one Leah x reader piece and hopefully have a part 2 on the horizon soon! you can read it here :)

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Are you still writing for the Paul series?

taking a long hiatus, but yes? I want to write more I just. don’t wanna write, yknow?

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Angst/fluff Prompt List

Please don’t repost (stealing isn’t cool, but reblog if you wish) <3 <3

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”