#Imprint Fic

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Here's best pickle girl Nightmare <3

(Got my hands on a tablet and tried out digital painting (?), and learned two things:

1) I don't know what I'm doing, ever.

2) I don't understand horse anatomy.)

She's tackless because I really got lost in this one, and I'm wiped, but I do have sketches of how her tack and armor would appear in Imprint. She was also almost dappled black and green, like a...is it a black bay? A ghost version of that, but I couldn't figure out how to translate the color or coat, so I went with a very dark but still spooky purple/black.

Mane and tail are kind of goopy because they're a repesentation of fire and ectoplasm, like a burning lava lamp. I also HC her as a Percheron, so she's tall and heavy and has a very proud bearing.

We'll be seeing more of her next chapter.

Anyway, thanks for looking!

[agent-grey-fics]

Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 4

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader

Wordcount: 2500

Summary: In a small town nestled between the towering pines and the crashing waves, Y/n finds herself entangled in a web of secrets and supernatural mysteries. A chance revelation from Paul propels her into the heart of the Quileute tribe's ancient tales and the enigmatic force of imprinting. As the bonfire's glow illuminates the hidden stories of destiny, Y/n is caught between the echoes of legends and the complexities of her own heart, unsure if she can navigate the shadows of a world she never knew existed.

Writers note: Here is part 4 of 'who we are', part 5 coming soon ,

Previous parts: part 1 | part 2 | Part 3

You can keep your distance. His words kept echoing through your head as you made your way over to Jacob’s place. The drive to Jacob's place felt longer than usual, the weight of Paul's words hanging heavily in the air. Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts, torn between the desire to confront Jacob about the supernatural world he was part of and the uncertainty of how to handle your complicated feelings towards Paul. The engine hummed beneath the hood of your car as you pulled into Jacob's driveway, and you took a deep breath to steady yourself before stepping out into the cool evening.

The familiar scent of pine and damp earth surrounded you as you approached Jacob's house, its warm glow spilling out from the windows. The front door opened before you could even knock, revealing Jacob's concerned expression.

‘Hey,’ he greeted, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what was bothering you. You didn't waste any time. "Why didn't you tell me about the supernatural world, Jake? Paul said to keep my distance. What's going on?’ Jacob sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. ‘Look, I wanted to protect you. It's not an easy world to understand, and I didn't want you to get involved. But with you being his imprint he had to tell you.’ You raised your eyebrow, how did he know? It seemed to be an intimate fact that he wouldn’t share with everyone, so how did Jake know?’

You crossed your arms, frustration bubbling within you. ‘Protect me? From what, exactly?’

Jacob hesitated as if debating how much to reveal. ‘We’re not the only supernatural beings y/n. Remember our tales, you have us but there are also cold ones, and other creatures out there. It's dangerous, and I didn't want you caught up in the middle of it.’

A shiver ran down your spine at the mention of cold obes. It felt like you had stepped into a fantasy novel, and reality was slipping away. ‘Xold ones?’ He nodded. ‘The blood-sucking kind, vampires.’ You didn't know what to say for a moment. ‘Vampires?’ He nodded. ‘What kind of shit show have I gotten into?’ He laughed. ‘You’ll get used to it.’ A soft sigh left your lips. ‘Paul said I should stay away from him. What's that about?’

Jacob's expression darkened. ‘Paul imprinted on you. It's a wolf thing. He can't stay away, even if he wanted to. Imprinting is like a soulmate bond. He can't help how he feels.’

Your eyes widened at the revelation. It still sounded like something out of a supernatural romance novel, not reality. ‘But we're just friends,’ you insisted, trying to make sense of it all. Jacob nodded solemnly. ‘It doesn't always start as a romantic connection, but it can turn into one. It's complicated, I know.’ Frustration and confusion churned within you, the weight of the situation sinking in. ‘So, what do I do now? Do I just avoid Paul? Do I date him? Do we become good friends?’ Jacob sighed again, his gaze sympathetic. ‘It's not that simple. Imprinting is powerful, but it doesn't guarantee a smooth journey. You need to talk to Paul, figure out what you both want. Ignoring it won't make it go away.’

'Doesn't his behaviour make sense now? That he always got mad when I put my arm around you, for example?' And then it clicked. You had simply shoved off his behaviour because you didn't understand him. But now you saw that it was jealousy. 'Shit, now that you mention it.' Jake laughed. 'I often did it to tease him. I like to tease him.' You rolled your eyes.  You decided you didn't want to talk about it anymore and changed the subject.  'Okay, something else because I don't want to think about it for a while. It confuses me.  Can we watch a movie?'  ‘Sure, whatever you want y/n/n.’  The room filled with the cozy glow of the TV screen as you and Jacob settled onto the couch. The weight of the earlier conversation about Paul still lingered in the air, but you both decided to shift gears for a while.

After a brief discussion, you settled on 'Grown Ups' with Adam Sandler, a choice that promised laughter and a carefree atmosphere. As the movie began, the opening credits rolled, accompanied by a catchy soundtrack. The comedic antics of the characters on the screen provided a welcomed distraction, offering a temporary escape from the tangled emotions brought on by the discussion about Paul.

Jacob's presence felt reassuring as his arm found its way around the back of the couch. You nestled comfortably against him, appreciating the familiarity and support of your best friend. The shared laughter from the movie served as a comforting soundtrack, momentarily easing the confusion that had clouded your thoughts earlier. For that brief moment, the camaraderie and simplicity of watching a movie provided a reprieve, allowing you both to enjoy the present without dwelling on the complexities of the supernatural world that had come to light.

As you left Jacob's house a couple of hours later, the night air whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of uncertainty. The drive home was filled with contemplation, your mind grappling with the newfound knowledge of the supernatural world and the enigma of Paul's imprinting. Jake had invited you to the bonfire where his dad told the tribe stories. This way you could look at them from a new perspective

When you arrived home, you found yourself standing in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. The reflection of a person caught in the crossfire of something beyond their comprehension. The journey ahead seemed daunting, but one thing was certain – you couldn't keep your distance forever.

That night, as you slipped into the embrace of sleep, your dreams went straight to the supernatural world. The moon hung low in the obsidian sky, casting an otherworldly glow over a dense forest. The rustle of leaves underfoot echoed through the silent night, and a cool breeze carried whispers that seemed to beckon you deeper into the shadows.

Amidst the towering trees, eyes that glowed like embers peered out from the darkness. Silhouettes of wolves moved gracefully between the trunks, their fur blending seamlessly with the shadows. Their presence seemed both mystical and familiar, as if you had stepped into a world where secrets whispered through the rustling leaves and moonlight.

As you ventured further into the mysterious forest, a figure emerged from the shadows. Paul stood before you, his eyes reflecting the same mysterious glow as the wolves around him. The air crackled with an unspoken energy, and the forest seemed to pulse with a hidden power.

Without uttering a word, Paul motioned for you to follow. Together, you traversed through the moonlit labyrinth of the dream, the enigmatic wolves accompanying you like silent guardians. The path ahead was shrouded in mist, adding an element of mystique to the journey.

The dream unfolded like a cryptic dance between reality and fantasy, leaving you captivated by the enigma that surrounded Paul and the wolves. There was a sense of purpose in the dream, a connection to something beyond comprehension, yet undeniably powerful.

As you reached the heart of the dream, the moon above reached its zenith, casting an intense glow on a hidden clearing. In the center, a pool of reflective water mirrored the celestial canvas above. The wolves gathered around, their eyes fixed on the pool, as if it held the key to a secret known only to them.

Just as you leaned in to catch a glimpse of the mysterious reflection, the dream began to dissolve. The wolves faded into the shadows, and Paul's figure melted away, leaving only the echo of their presence lingering in your mind.

As you woke, the memory of the dream clung to your consciousness, leaving you with a sense of both wonder and intrigue. The enigmatic world you had glimpsed in your sleep lingered like a tantalizing mystery, inviting you to unravel the secrets concealed within the realms of dreams.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as you made your way to the beach for the Quileute bonfire. The rhythmic crash of waves against the shore created a soothing backdrop to the gathering, and the scent of burning wood filled the air as the bonfire crackled and roared.

Billy Black, adorned in traditional Quileute regalia, stood near the flames, ready to share stories that echoed through generations. As the night settled in, the community gathered around the fire, forming a circle that seemed to unite everyone in the warmth and glow. You felt like an outsider, everyone here was family or grew up that way. You were the only one who came from outside the reservation. You didn't have much time to think because Jacob waved you over. It was a spot between Jake and Paul, perfect. ‘Hi,’ It was an awkward greeting and you threw Jake an angry look. When you were seated between the two men you tried to take as little space as possible and made yourself as small as possible. But it didn't matter, you felt Paul's thigh against yours. A sigh left his lip when you didn’t pull away. The touch was electric, a warm feeling spread throughout your body.

Billy's voice resonated, rich with the weight of history, as he began to weave tales of the Quileute tribe. The firelight flickered across his face, casting shadows that danced in harmony with the ebb and flow of his words. The stories spoke of legends and spirits, of wolves that walked as men, and the sacred connection between the tribe and the land. Around you, faces were illuminated by the mesmerizing glow, their expressions reflecting a mixture of reverence and fascination. The crackling flames seemed to carry the essence of the tales, filling the air with a sense of mystique that bound the listeners together in a shared experience.

As the stories unfolded, the night embraced a magical quality, and you found yourself captivated by the ancient wisdom woven into the narratives. The legends came alive, painting vivid images in your mind, and the sound of the waves seemed to harmonize with the heartbeat of the stories.

In the midst of the gathered community, the bond between the Quileute tribe and their ancestral tales became palpable. The bonfire served not only as a source of physical warmth but as a vessel for the preservation of cultural heritage and the passing down of knowledge from one generation to the next.

The bonfire crackled, casting a warm glow on the faces of the gathered Quileute community as Billy Black continued to share tales of their rich heritage. His eyes, deep and knowing, met yours briefly, and a subtle shift in his expression hinted at a story that carried a weight beyond the flickering flames.

‘Now, there's something more, something that ties our hearts to a destiny that can't be denied,’ Billy began, his voice taking on a solemn tone. The surrounding chatter hushed, and all eyes turned toward the tribal elder.

‘Imprinting,’ Billy uttered, and the word hung in the air like a mysterious incantation. ‘It's a bond that's been woven into the very fabric of our tribe, a connection that transcends time and space.’  As he spoke, you couldn't shake the feeling that his words carried a peculiar weight, as if they were meant for you alone. Uncomfortably, you shifted in your place, sensing an invisible spotlight on you as Billy continued. You could feel Paul's body stiffen beside you. To reassure him a little you pushed your leg against his, which seemed to work because he relaxed instantaneously.

‘In our tribe, imprinting is a sacred bond that occurs when a wolf finds its other half, its soulmate. It's an unbreakable connection that goes beyond the physical and the mundane,’ Billy explained, his gaze once again settling on you, or so it seemed.

The implications of his words settled heavily in the pit of your stomach. The mention of imprinting felt like a revelation, and a chill ran down your spine. The bonfire's warmth seemed to wane as the tribe's collective attention seemed to hone in on you, amplifying the feeling of being scrutinized.

‘In times of great need, the imprint bond can become a source of strength, a guiding force that helps our people navigate the challenges that life throws at us,’ Billy continued, his eyes still fixed on you. ‘It's a power that resides within us, connecting us to something greater than ourselves.’

As Billy delved deeper into the intricacies of imprinting, you couldn't escape the feeling of being caught in the crossfire of something beyond your understanding. The firelight danced on Paul's features, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the uncertainty playing out in your mind.

Billy's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, a knowing glint in his eyes, before he shifted his attention to the flames. "Imprinting is a force that binds wolves to their destined partners, a connection forged by fate itself. Sometimes, it happens when you least expect it, and it changes everything."

The air around the bonfire became charged with an unspoken tension, and you felt the weight of eyes upon you. Both Paul and Jacob seemed to sense your discomfort, their expressions reflecting a mix of concern and understanding.

Paul's hand found yours, offering a reassuring squeeze, while Jacob shot you a supportive glance. The trio of friends exchanged glances, their unspoken connection echoing the tales Billy shared.

‘In times of great peril, the imprint bond has guided our tribe to safety, ensuring our survival through generations,’ Billy continued, his voice resonating with a blend of reverence and caution. ‘It's a force that cannot be ignored, and it shapes the destiny of those it touches.’

As the stories unfolded, you couldn't shake the feeling that the ancient tales had taken a personal turn, focusing on the very bonds that connected you to Paul. A subtle murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd, but your thoughts were consumed by an unsettling realization. The idea that you were entangled in the mysterious web of imprinting weighed heavily on your mind. 

As Billy concluded his stories, a collective sigh seemed to ripple through the assembly. The embers of the bonfire glowed, casting a subdued light on the faces of those who had listened with rapt attention. The night had woven a tapestry of shared history, connecting the present to the timeless narratives that echoed through the lineage of the Quileute tribe.

[mybadlywrittenstories]

Enchanted to meet you (Paul Lahote X OC)

“Shhh.” Amelia shushed her little sister Evelyn as she tip-toed down the staircase leading to the foyer. Both girls stopped before the last step, hiding behind the wall which separated them from their expected guest—well their parents expected guests.

Amelia and Evelyn were the two daughters of head of the north American coven. Well, their mother was head of the coven, their father was Fae; a simple mythical creature known mainly for their connection with nature and healing magic. It was common for Fae and witches to mingle amongst one another, as witches channeled the powers of nature for their spells and potions; much like the Fae. Procreation between the two species was a special rarity, most Fae never made romantic or sexual connections as there was no real need. You see, Fae is not made through conventional means.

If you’ve ever been out in nature, in a secluded spot where it almost seems untouched by humanity, you feel the sudden sense of calmness rushing over you. The sun seems to illuminate the world around you in a blanket of warmth and bliss, and it feels as if in that moment everything is perfect; that means a Fae was probably just born near you. The Fae believes that mother nature carefully crafts each and every Fae, their bodies created from the earth itself, and then she releases them to live their lives and protect her earth. Other species have different theories on how the Fae came to be, but no one can say with complete certainty.

This seeming species wide asexuality is why it causes everyone a shock when a Fae bares a child physically, and to do so with not only a witch but one of the most powerful witches in existence? The leader of the North American Coven? Now that creates two very interesting girls.

Amelia Boleyn is an 18-year-old halfling, those halves being part witch and Fae. She stands on the shorter side, just under 5’3—however if anyone ever called her anything less than 5’3 she’d make sure to put them in their place. She cropped her hair just above her shoulders with some rusty kitchen scissors during a slightly tipsy night she shared with her sister. Her skin was naturally on the tanner side, resembling her father’s coloring of curly dark hair and tan skin, more so than her mother’s red hair, pale skin, and green eyes. She came into her powers when she was 13 years of age, although she showed much promise with her witchcraft already being a fourth level spell caster. She much preferred dabbling in the simple powers of her father, a stereotypical daddy’s girl. She would much rather go out into the woods, lay in a field, and connect with nature rather than sit at home and stare at old grimoires.

Her sister Evelyn, however, is the opposite. She is 16 and also a halfling, her skin only a shade or two darker than her mothers, she also had her mother’s straight auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. She was also one who could spend hours sitting in her room, reading her ancestors grimoires and attempting to learn to cast new and more advanced spells, already dabbling the same level as her older sisters, but severely struggling with any Fae related magic.

The two girls are very possibly going to become two of the strongest women alive, and here they were huddled together behind a flimsy wooden wall, straining to eavesdrop on their parents’ conversation. Amelia and Evelyn both shared worried looks as they heard multiple heavy footsteps walking into the house. Their father Aeon had told them of the recent killings of magic folk in the area, forbidding them from going out alone even for the most insignificant of tasks. Whoever was responsible for the killings was targeting young adults and teens, and although they have yet to kill a Fae child or witch child, the matter needed to be dealt with.

As far as anyone could tell, going off the bodies of the victims, the killer was a vampire. Incredibly fast, and efficient killers, but not known to go after other supernatural’s. Something was brewing, and Jenny and Aeon Boleyn had made the decision to call in the only supernatural’s who were properly equipped to deal with a vampire, wolf shifters.

Amelia and Evelyn were fascinated when their father explained who was coming, and why they had to keep their distance. The northwestern shifters were notorious for being big, burly brutes with wicked tempers. Tales of the smallest disagreement turning into massive fights involving clashing canines spread like wildfire when they seemingly reappeared a few years back after being presumed extinct. To the girls, however, this made them a group of very fascinating subjects to poke and prod at—youthful stupidity mixed with curiosity.

Amelia leaned closer to the edge of doorway as she heard a somehow quiet, yet booming voice start to speak. “Aeon it’s been too long.” A small pause filled with the sound of scuffing shoes and a door closing, “I only wish this meeting was under better circumstances.” The same voice spoke again, sounding sympathetic.

“It’s so nice to see you, Sam.” Their mother’s sweet voice greeted, “It’s so nice to see all of you. Though, I do see a few new faces. Please everyone come inside and sit down I’m sure your journey has been very tiring.” Multiple deep voices muttered hellos, and then heavy footsteps followed the woman into the small living room.

Most of the men opted to sit on the grown, allowing Sam their pack alpha to sit on the couch with Jen and Aeon. They all trusted Sam when he said the couple could be trusted, perhaps it was the wolf in them that made them skeptical of the unknown but regardless of the reason, no one but Sam wanted to be too close to the two.

The two girls waited on the stairs for a few minutes, trying to strain and hear what was being said, but all they could pick up on was the low mumbling of conversation. “You think we should try to get closer?” Evelyn whispered into her older sister’s ear, her heart thrumming quickly with excitement.

Amelia considered for a moment, weighing if the risk of getting caught was worth satiating her curiosity, in the end the latter won. “Yes, but don’t make any noise. I so do not want to hear the lecture from mom and dad if they catch us snooping.”

Unbeknownst to the pair, the shifters had exceptional hearing and all of them had picked up on the quiet encounter a few yards away. Sam simply ignored the two girls, seeing no real threat in them eavesdropping, Quill, Embry, Seth, Collin, Brady, and Paul all shared sly smirks to one another—not so subtly glancing at the small door way as gentle and slow footstep inched forward.

“You should take a peek—see what they look like! “Evelyn urged faintly, Nudging her sister with her arm. “Why me? So, I’m the one who gets caught?” Amelia shot a pointed glare towards her younger, yet taller sister. “Yes! Now look, Mom said werewolves were usually all ruggedly handsome! Maybe the same applies for shifters.” Evelyn had a wicked smirk on her mouth as she envisioned a group of big burly men fresh for the pickings waiting in her living room—those teenage hormones surging through her body at the prospect.

“That’s gross, Eve.” Amelia sighed, rolling her eyes, “But I’ll do it… not because you said they were hot though.” The two sisters shared a mischievous look together, before Amelia crouched down to knee level and carefully leaned past the doorway, bracing herself on the wall so as not to fall and peering into the living room.

A not so silent profanity left her lips as her eyes met six other pairs of eyes looking directly back at her. In her shock her grip slipped on the door frame, and she tumbled into full view of everyone—including her parents. Evelyn silently died of laughter still hidden behind the wall, before quickly making her escape back up the stairs, abandoning her sister to the wolves.

“Uh—Hi!” Amelia chirper, looking around at the men in her living room, very purposely not making eye contact with her parents. “I just… uhm” Evelyn quickly looked around the floor around her, a somewhat stupid plan popping her head, but hell it was her only idea. She reached forward and grabbed a lost pen from the floor and held it up swinging it in the air. “Was just lookin for this!” As her eyes travelled back up to the unknown men, the pen almost fell from her hands.

Amelia thought it was just due to the surprise of meeting eyes with—in her opinion—the most attractive man in the room. Paul, however, felt as if he was cemented in his place, sitting on an old Abrash rug in a run-down but quaint little cottage, looking into a pair of beautiful dark eyes. A gentle click in his brain, and he knew what this feeling was, this feeling as if he had just taken off a filter from his eyes and he was finally seeing clearly. Her confused face tempting him to come closer, and to never leave. His imprint.

Everyone but Amelia could feel the shift in the air, Jen Boleyn silently screaming in her head as it dawned on her. Her precious eldest daughter being imprinted upon by a shifter? A breed who was made to kill and slaughter their enemies without a moment of remorse, she opened her mouth to speak but no words would leave her lips.

Amelia looked around at all the shocked and speechless faces, assuming this was caused solely by her interruption, her face reddened, and she quickly stood up, ignoring the slight ache in her hips where she landed. “I’m just going to go, it was nice—uh—meeting all of you!” She smiled before quickly making her exit and running up the stairs.

Amelia threw herself into her room and hopped up onto her bed. She knew she was in for it but she silently prayed to mother nature that her parents wouldn’t be too pissed about the interruption—a pointless prayer and she knew it. Remaining under her covers she shimmied off her jeans and bra and turned over towards her window. Listening to the now significantly louder voices downstairs speak and watching the pale blue clouds pass by the full moon outside. She laid there for what felt like hours, but in reality, was only thirty minutes, waiting for her parents’ lecture to come—but it never did. Instead, she was slowly lulled into one of the deepest slumbers she had in a very long time, strangely plagued by the sight of those deep brown eyes of one of the very handsome but strange young man.

[fandomlovingfreak]

If you’re looking for a Paul Lahote x reader fic/series that is smutless May I suggest my fic By The Cliffs?

My plan is a semi-slow burn angsty fic w a happy ending 🫶

If you check it out, please tell me what you think !!! I love to hear readers thoughts ☺️

[hashtagdrivebywrites]

!!!

EXCUSE ME, WHY AM I JUST NOW SEEING THIS?!?!

-takes deep breath- I don't think you understand how much I adore this. All of it. Just. hnnng.

Some Imprint!Jason because I’m weak, thanks

Nobody messes with his kiddo

For @hashtagdrivebywrites 💙

[harmonyverendez]

True Kinda Love ~ Twilight [ New Moon ] Fanfic ( Oc x Oc )

Part 1

Rosalind ----->

Her Imprint Dakota Benally ----->

Rosalind smiled as she looked into the fire, her thoughts were somewhere else tonight. She didn't give anyone else attention tonight.

Beside her, Paul ( the hothead ) of the pack was wolfing down food, aside him was Leah and Seth who were busy staring across the fire.

Tonight was one of those nights, where everyone gets together at the bonfire and tells stories.

The wind blew and her long brown hair blew in the wind. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft sensation of her hair blowing in the wind.

She made eye contact with Sam, who smiled at her. Looking away someone then walked over to circle, and around others and sat down.

Rosalind arched an eyebrow as she tried to get a closer look at the person, but the Person had a hood on.

She sighed and looked at Leah.

The girl had tears in her eyes, and she felt sorry for her. Her ex was sitting right over near her, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Because her ex, Sam was in love / imprinted on her cousin, Emily.

Which sucks.

No one wants to be in a long triangle.

Rosalind finally looked in front of her, finally the person pulled back the hood and their eyes made eye contact.

The first thing she noticed was that, the male was beautiful. And that she never seen him before.

' he must be new, I've never seen him before '

And then it happened, it was like gravity held them there. Everything that mattered before did not matter anymore.

Only him/her.

They both had one thing on their mind.

' Mine '.

Everything around them shifted and the silence was awkward.

That was until a voice spoke up.

“ Did he just imprint on Rosalind?” Paul asked. “ way to go Dakota”.

' so that was his name? What a beautiful name '

“ Paul shut up!” a voice snapped.

Rosalind blinked and reality as she stood to her feet, Dakota did as well.

She could see him more now, he has a long and lean but muscular body type.

But tall, maybe around six foot four?

But overall beautiful.

They made eye contact again, and neither could seem to pull away.

It was like gravity was truly holding them there.

Others around them smiled, Sam smiled softly, he too was glad the young teen found her other half.

Rosalind finally had the courage to move, she stormed off.

She would no be tied to something that she would end up losing control of herself.

Imprinting was slavery.

And she would be no part of it.

Behind her, Dakota smiled slowly transformed to a frown, his eyes glossing over as he looked back at the pack.

They all seemed to have the same facial expression on their face.

' Go get her'.

The young shape shifter ran off chasing his true love.

While others cheered him on.

Not knowing the consequences that were about to happen.

[here-comes-the-moose]

Crosshair, bitter youngest child: Are we seriously going to let Hunter keep Omega?

Tech, not looking up from his work: We let you keep Echo.

[fashionteahouse]

hi lovely !!! paul x reader who’s always sleepy and is known for nodding off constantly and always being tired despite the pack’s high energy ?? 💗💗

hi honey! working right on this 💜 hope you enjoy :)

24 hours - paul x reader

Gathered around the table, you sat out on a game of cards. Bets were being placed, loud cackles was the main source of noice, and rattles of the wooden tables were there from the boy’s large hands. Their imprints were next to them participating as well. You tried your best to follow your eyes to watch what was happening but your yawning mixed with watery eyes made it a tad bit difficult.

You placed your hand under your chin, trying your best to keep your head up. Soon when your hand started to get irritated from the stagnant state, you lean back in your chair. Eyes droopy, your head involuntarily tried to droop but you jerked yourself up to try to wake yourself.

Paul placed a hand on your shoulder, giving you a look of concern.

“If you’re tired, you can sleep on the couch.”

“I already took a cat nap.” you say.

This makes Paul laugh and turn his attention to the rest of the players, “That’s how bad you all suck.”

Scoffs and snickers surround the table now, as they swim in the river of denial.

“She would fall asleep on a rollercoaster.” Embry says.

“Not true.” you say, cracking a smile and playfully rolling your eyes.

The game resumes, picking up the high energy back into place. It was a never ending battle of yawning, blinking your eyes open, trying to steady your balance from dozing off.

You hadn’t noticed your eyes closed and asleep until you hear clapping and you’re clapping as well, hoping no one noticed. They all stop clapping and laugh. No one was close to winning.

“Leave her alone.” Paul says but he could barely hold it together. You rub your eyes with the heel of your hands.

“How could you sleep with their big mouths?” Emily asks surprised in a way. She needed peace and quiet when she wanted to sleep. You just shrug and mutter a “I’m just always tired.”

“How much you want to bet if Y/N actually sleeps for a full 24 hours, they would still doze off.” Jared says nudging Embry. They shake on it.

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

If u don’t greet ur s/o like this then what are u doing

[hashtagdrivebywrites]

Finished him! Color looks a lot different in person. My phone and the lighting washed it out some.

This is some concept art for Ghost King Father!Jason todd as he eventually appears in my fic, Imprint.

Decided to slap the Red Hood bat on his chest like a breast plate and I really like the way it looks. Still tweaking colors and making final decisions on the face, but I think I'll stay with these horns. And the crown is still undecided but this is kind of what I ended up finally thinking of. I went with green jewels to go with his eyes and Lazlo (name pending? Let me know what you think. Might run a poll soon on the Pit tiger's name).

Anyway this was a much bigger undertaking than I thought it would be when I started, but it was one hell of a stretch to get back into making art again.

(Sorry about the state of my signature, lmfao. I'm in the middle of designing one and I'm playing with ideas)

Media is basically whatever I found in the kitchen sink and then some. Anyway, it's time for a nap.

[agent-grey-fics]

Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 3

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader

Wordcount: 2300

Summary: Paul decides to tell you about the bond you share. Will you stay or walk away?

Writers note: Here is part 3 of 'who we are', part 1 | part 2 | part 4

As Paul touched the gravel of his driveway, he shifted back into his human form. The cool night air clung to his damp skin. The familiar place, now bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, served as the backdrop for the pivotal moment that lay ahead. He stood there, muscles tense and mind racing, trying to collect his thoughts before facing the reality he had been avoiding for far too long. 

He decided to go to bed and confront you first thing in the morning. As he stood under his shower, and the warm water let his muscles relax the memories of your initial encounter flooded his mind—the undeniable connection, the magnetic pull between you two. The way you smiled at him, oblivious to the supernatural world that lurked in the shadows of their lives. It was time to unveil that world to you, and Paul couldn't shake the fear of what might happen once the truth was laid bare. He took a deep breath, the hot air filling his lungs. The silver light of the moon shone through the bathroom window. 

He was going to tell you, tomorrow.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting its silvery glow through your window as you lay in bed, unable to find solace in sleep. Tossing and turning, your mind was a tempest of thoughts and emotions, each one a torrential wave crashing against the shores of your consciousness.

What Paul had said lingered in the air like an unspoken truth, weaving itself into the fabric of her thoughts. ‘It's complicated, y/n. It's about... a situation back home that's getting complicated since you’ve been gone. A lot of stuff is happening, and I've been trying to keep you out of it.’ The weight of his words pressed on your chest, and the gentle rustle of leaves outside your window seemed to echo the uncertainty that now clouded your mind. The hours slipped away, marked only by the slow progression of shadows on the walls. Your thoughts circled back to the moment outside the bar, where Paul had acted so weird and vague. You replayed his words in your mind, each sentence a puzzle piece in a complex picture you were trying to decipher. Was he in love whit you? Was that the reason he acted so strange? The anxiety and anger in his eyes as he spoke haunted her thoughts. You had always been a seeker of truth, but now that truth seemed to stretch beyond the bounds of her comprehension.

In the stillness of the night, you couldn't escape the questions that gnawed at your consciousness. Why did his behaviour have such an effect on you? Even though he acted like a dick, it seemed like you couldn't leave him alone. Somehow you were always around each other. The soft glow of your bedside clock signalled the approach of dawn, yet sleep remained elusive. You found yourself yearning for the simplicity of the past, the laughter you had shared, the dreams of a new beginning under the sun. But now, the shadows of the unknown loomed large, casting doubt on the path ahead.

As the first light of morning painted the sky outside your window,You knew that the two of you needed to talk things out. You couldn't shake the feeling that the journey ahead was both unpredictable and inextricably tied to him. 

When you were leaning against the countertop eating cereal, you heard a knock at the door. Quickly you put your food on the countertop and wiped your mouth with the back of your sweatshirt. You hadn't agreed to meet anyone? Maybe it was someone from the boys to see if everything was okay after you disappeared like that yesterday. ‘I can't keep running from this, from you,’ Paul admitted as you opened the door his voice carrying the weight of sincerity. You lifted your brow in confusion, taking a couple of steps so you stood in frond of him outside your house, surrounded by the forest. ‘There's something I've been keeping from you, something that's a part of me, and it involves you too.’ As he spoke, the shadows cast by the surrounding trees seemed to dance with the gravity of his revelation. The truth, long concealed, hung in the air like a tangible force.

‘I've been avoiding it, scared of what might happen if I told you.’ He rambled, not giving you the chance to intervene. ‘Scared of how it might change everything between us,’ he continued, his gaze locked onto yours, searching for any signs of understanding or confusion. But you couldn’t follow his thoughts. ‘Paul, what the hell are you talking about?’ He sighed. ‘Do you remember Emily’s birthday party?’ He recounted the day of Emily's birthday party, the moment everything changed, and the subsequent struggle to reconcile his own fears with the undeniable connection the supernatural world had thrust upon him. You slowly nodded. ‘I need you to know the truth,’ Paul urged, his vulnerability laid bare in the moonlit clearing. ‘You deserve that much. And whatever happens, I can't keep you in the dark any longer.’ Confusion was writing all over your face as he spoke. ‘Dude I can’t follow a thing. What are you talking about?’ The air seemed to crackle with anticipation as Paul awaited your response, uncertain of how the revelation would reshape the path laid out before you both. The forest, a silent witness to the unfolding moment, held its secrets close, allowing the weight of truth to settle in the moonlit space between you.

‘Since that day, haven't your feelings changed?’ Paul's voice, filled with an undercurrent of hope and uncertainty, pierced through the contemplative silence. He tried to guide your thoughts, urging her to explore the depths of emotions that now connected you. The air hung heavy as Paul's words echoed in the stillness, and a moment of silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of the revelation.

You took a deep breath, the forest around you seemingly holding its breath as well. The question reverberated in your mind, and you allowed your thoughts to drift, retracing the invisible threads that had woven through your lives since that fateful birthday party. Images and sensations flooded your mind—the magnetic pull, the undeniable connection, and the inexplicable warmth that seemed to emanate from Paul. It was like being drawn toward the sun for the first time, the brilliance of the revelation illuminating her understanding of your bond. ‘You feel it too don’t you?’ You slowly nodded.‘It's like seeing the sun for the first time ever,’ you whispered, your gaze locked with Paul's.  The rustling leaves overhead seemed to echo the heartbeat of their shared moment, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air. Paul took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Y/N as he prepared to unravel the complexities of the imprint bond that bound them together. His eyes, usually guarded, revealed a vulnerability that mirrored the sincerity of his words.

‘Do you remember the stories from the bonfire?’ He hinted, hoping you would know where he was going. You just nodded, vaguely remembering Billy Black telling tribe tales while the Quileute sat around a bonfire. You had felt like an intruder, hearing the tribe's secrets but Jacob had ensured you that you were more than welcome. ‘The stories about shapeshifters?’ you questioned. He nodded in response. ‘Yes, good y/n.’ You nodded dubiously, not knowing where the conversation was leading. ‘All the stories are true y/n.’ You started laughing. ‘Yeah right, you can change into an animal.’ But he didn't laugh. He looked at you seriously as if waiting for the penny to drop. ‘You’re joking right?’ He shook his head. ‘Don’t freak out please.’ You took a step back, stumbling almost losing your balance. ‘I can show you, but you can’t freak out.’ Before you could say anything he started stripping down his clothes. ‘What are you-’  Suddenly you were face to face with a grey wolf. Paul's skin seemed to explode and suddenly the huge beast was in front of you.  ‘What the fuck?’ You took some steps back, afraid of the unknown situation in front of you. He took a deliberate step in your direction, and a soft whimper left his mouth. He lowered his head and moved it toward your arm. Carefully you put your hand out and rubbed gently through his soft fur. Holy shit. You thought to yourself, what did just happen? You stood there for a couple of minutes before he took some steps back and turned back to his human form. When you saw his naked body you quickly turned around. Your cheeks turned a soft pink. 'You didn't run away.' You heard him say behind you. 'I don't think I had a chance if I ran.' A soft chuckle left his lips. ‘You can turn around.’ Uncertainly you turned again. ‘What is all this?’ He sighed, uncertainty read on his face. It was now or never. ‘Do you remember the story about the wife sacrificing herself to save her husband? That it was because she unconditionally loved him? That they were soulmates?’ You nodded again. ‘‘They were imprints’ ‘Imprints?’ ‘When a shape-shifter imprints on a specific person, he becomes unconditionally bound to her for the rest of his life. When it happens, it is described as being gravitationally pulled toward that person while a glowing heat fills him, and everyone and everything else in his life becomes secondary, and only the imprintee is left to matter, leaving the shape-shifter with a deep need to do anything to please and protect his soulmate.’ Your mouth fell open. Soulmates? ‘Paul slow down, you just changed into a giant wolf and now your talking about soulmates. What the hell is going on?’ He nodded sideways toward the forest. 'Come we'll go for a walk and I'll tell you everything you want to know.’ You considered your options. Did you want to know what was going on? Yes what kind of question was this now, of course you wanted to know what was going on. 

Uncertainly you began to walk beside him. ‘Who knows about this?’ He laughed softly. 'All our friends actually. We're a pack.' A pack? What was he referring to? 'How many of you are there?' He scratched his neck uncomfortably. 'Well, you have Sam, Jake, Embry and Quill. Then you have Jared and Seth and Leah. And Brady and Collin just recently joined.' Your jaw dropped. ‘Why the fuck am I just hearing about this now?’ He laughed softly. ‘We can’t tell everyone, Sam won’t let us.’ You stopped in your tracks and tilted your head to the side. ‘Sam is the leader of the pack.’ Your mouth made an ‘O’ shape as it clicked. ‘And Emily is his imprint?’ He nodded. He was glad you could follow along throughout the story. It was a lot to suddenly take note of. ‘The imprint bond is something beyond our control, something primal and ancient,’ Paul began, his voice carrying the weight of years of unspoken truths. ‘It's like a force that connects two souls, drawing them together with an intensity that defies explanation.’ He paused, as if searching for the right words to convey the intricacies of the supernatural phenomenon. You listened, your eyes focused on Paul, eager to understand the enigma that had become an integral part of your shared existence. ’It's not just about attraction or love as we know it,’ Paul continued, his tone tinged with a mixture of reverence and solemnity. ‘It's a deep, innate connection that transcends time and space. When the bond forms, it's as if the universe itself aligns to bring two people together.’ Your brow furrowed slightly, your curiosity piqued. Paul pressed on, attempting to demystify the inexplicable. 

‘Before that moment, I- It's not the result of choice or conscious decision. It's like an unspoken promise written in the stars, and when our eyes met at Emily's birthday party, everything changed,’ Paul confessed, the sincerity in his eyes unwavering. He gestured between you as if indicating the invisible threads that connected your souls. ‘The imprint bond is a part of us now. It means that we are bound together in a way that goes beyond our understanding. My emotions, my well-being, they're intricately tied to yours. I’ll be anything that you need me to be, a brother, a friend, a lover.’ You absorbed his words, a mixture of awe and trepidation coursing through your veins. The forest around you seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself acknowledged the gravity of your connection.

‘It's not something we chose, but it's something we have to navigate together. It's like a guiding force, and whether we accept it or not, it's a part of our story,’ Paul concluded, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘You don't have to commit, you can keep your distance. i just thought you should know what was going on.’

You felt it then, that pull, the unspoken force that seemed to bridge the gap between you. It wasn't a simple attraction; it was something deeper, more primal. A connection that defied logic and reason, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through the darkness.

In that quiet corner of the forest, surrounded by the ancient trees and the whispers of the wind, Paul had laid bare the essence of the imprint bond—a force that had reshaped their destinies and bound them together in a dance of fate and love that transcended the ordinary.

Part 4 coming soon :)

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #154

CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk 

Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.

When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.

It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.

The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.

Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.

He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.

This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.

This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.

[mixelation]

if i put minato in plasticity. will you still love me

[hashtagdrivebywrites]

Oh, my dear <3 I love, love, love. His expression and the way he lingers in the shadows, the barest suggestion that he is more than simply existing in them <3 Thank you so much for this.

Mr. Fright ‘Frank’ Knight as I imagine him from the awesome fic “Imprint” by @hashtagdrivebywrites

[pocketramblr]

you know im thinking. im thinking maybe Yoichi wasn't even that into captain hero as an adult, but AfO kept bringing LITERALLY every conversation back to that because he decided to Be The Demon Lord and so Yoichi like, can't get an argument in unless he uses the same material so he's like 'oh my god i haven't even thought about that comic in ten years but even i know the bad guy didn't win. you should not be basing you whole identity, business model, and world destruction plan on your five-second impression of a comic book bad guy who didn't even win! also you shouldn't kill people!'

[here-comes-the-moose]

One of my favorite things I’ve occasionally seen in fics of Echo joining the Bad Batch is when Crosshair likes Echo but is still Crosshair so he’s being difficult and snarky and bitchy, and Echo just naturally returns the snarkiness tenfold and Crosshair is immediately like HUNTER CAN WE KEEP HIM!

Idk I’m just such a sucker for Echo and Crosshair’s relationship and wish we had gotten to see more of it in the show. I’m also a huge fan of fics where Crosshair is the one who first suggests inviting Echo to join the batch.

If you know any fics like this, please feel free to recommend 😊 I’m still trying to find this one-shot I read with this that I somehow forgot to bookmark or something.😅