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shelbgrey · 20 days ago

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I am not sure if this has been asked but could you do jasper's alter ego Major Whitlock x shapeshifter reader

You can freestyle this any you want the paragraph below is just some background info.

They are training to defeat Victoria and her army and newborns and instead of coming with the pack, she arrives with Edward and Bella because she lives with Bella and Charlie as she went to Forks High with Bella and the Cullens. She is best friends with Rosaile and even though she is a shapeshifter, she does not have that dog smell. She is Sam's sister and they had a huge fight years and he had kick her off the reservation before the cullens came into town and that's why she lives with Charlie and Bella and how she found out about the cullens and she had imprinted on Jasper, the first day they meet and up until now she has not officially meet Jasper's alter ego.

Everyone's Gotta dark side(Jasper Hale)

Paring: major!Jasper Hale x shifter!Reader

Summary: jasper never expected to be mated to someone - or bound for life to someone special. Never expected to be one of the Quileute's own.

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The air was thick with the scent of pine and dusk. Twilight painted the forest in a palette of cold blue and dying gold, shadows long and trembling across the earth. She moved like a whisper through the trees, steps silent, body fluid. She wasn’t like the others - wasn’t a wolf under Sam’s rule anymore, wasn’t a Cullen either. She was something in between.

Alice had insisted she come with her and Edward tonight - training was getting more intense, and Jasper wanted to see how each non-human potential fighter worked in action. She could hold her own. She always could.

Her boots hit the edge of the clearing, brown eyes - borrowed from her mother, something innocently human and ancient in them, catching the sight of the vampires already waiting. Emmett waved first, Rosalie smirked like she always did when her best friend walked in like she owned the world, and Edward gave her a polite nod.

Then there was Jasper. He stood near the tree line, posture military straight, golden hair tied back, eyes shadowed. There was always something simmering beneath his surface. She could feel it. Since the moment they met, when that heat had bloomed low in her belly, the imprint branding itself into her DNA like wildfire, she’d known there was more to him. He was the quietest storm she’d ever seen.

But tonight, something had shifted.

The moment their eyes locked, the man she’d slowly grown closer to - curious Jasper with his lingering glances and soft-spoken manners was gone.

The Major stood in his place.

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“You’re not holding back today,” he drawled, thick Texas twang curling over his tongue like smoke. His eyes, no longer gentle, bore into her like blades. “Good”

Her brows lifted slightly. “You expecting me to run?”

“No,” he said, stepping forward into the ring of moonlight cast over the clearing. “I expect you to fight like the animal you are.”

The growl that simmered in her throat was instinct. Not the shift - not yet, but close. “You have no idea what I am”

A smirk curved his lips, cold and dangerous. “Darlin’, I’ve smelled enough blood and war to know when somethin’ dangerous walks into my camp”

She cracked her neck, fingers twitching. Her body heated under his gaze - half rage, half instinctual attraction she couldn’t quite suppress. It wasn’t Jasper anymore. This was the man who’d torn through newborn armies in the South, the one who’d dragged Maria’s enemies into the dust.

And she was aching for him.

The first strike came fast. She shifted partway—only claws and eyes, enough to dodge and counter without letting the wolf take over—and the Major was there, always one step ahead. He grabbed her arm mid-swipe, twisted, and threw her. She hit the ground hard, rolled back onto her feet, and lunged again.

This time, she got under his guard - just barely. Y/n used her weight to bring him down. They hit the grass in a tangle of limbs, his cool hand closing around her throat. Not tight. Not yet. “You’ve got bite,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers. “But you’re fightin’ yourself more than you are me”

“I’m fighting the part of me that wants to roll over for you,” she hissed.

That made him freeze. Something in his face shifted. Slower, darker. And then - there he was. The Major leaned in close, breath ghosting her lips. His voice, when it came, was a low growl of possession.

“You felt it too”

It wasn’t a question. She didn’t speak, just held his gaze. The imprint - silent and sacred - had been burning in her bones since day one. But now, under his stare, under this version of him, it ignited.

His lips brushed hers, not a kiss, not really. More like a claiming. “You’ve been hidin’ from me,” he murmured. “But I ain’t him right now. I ain’t the gentle boy who plays nice for the Cullens. I’m the part of him you were made for”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Jasper doesn't know what to do with this bond,” he continued, voice low, hand tightening ever so slightly on her throat. “But I do”

She shuddered beneath him - not in fear. In recognition.

“You gonna run now, little wolf?” he taunted, releasing her throat just enough to slide his fingers along her jaw. “Or are you gonna let me show you what a real soldier does with his mate?”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Later, when the training ended and everyone else slipped into the night, she stayed behind.

The stars came out. The air cooled.

And she stood beside Jasper - not the Major now, not entirely and watched the trees sway in silence. “I met him tonight,” she finally whispered.

“I know,” Jasper replied, voice quiet. “And he liked you”

She turned to look at him. “Do you?”

His lips quirked, eyes warm again. “More than I should. But I think it’s too late for ‘should,’ don’t you?”

Her fingers found his. A brush, a claim. “No turning back now,” she said.

“No,” he agreed, his thumb stroking the back of her hand, “there’s only forward”

And from the shadows of the forest, the Major watched silently from within his mind, waiting for the day she’d stop holding back and fully choose him, too.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

They trained every night.

Jasper didn’t ease up on her - not when she sparred against Emmett or Rosalie, and certainly not when he stepped in himself. The Major lived in his bones now, more than Jasper wanted to admit. And she? She didn’t flinch from him anymore. She rose to meet him. Every time their bodies clashed, every time they circled one another with teeth bared and power simmering under the skin, the bond between them twisted tighter, hotter.

The imprint wasn’t quiet anymore. It sang in her chest - fierce and aching and ancient. And it screamed in his. He felt it most when she shifted. Not fully. Just enough - claws, eyes, fangs. She wasn’t like her brother. She was something special, a line of shapeshifter meant to mate with warriors, not run in packs. He knew now. She hadn’t been made for Sam or La Push.

She was made for him.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The night before the battle, Jasper found her sitting alone on the rooftop of the Cullen house, legs dangling off the edge, watching the stars.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he said as he joined her.

“I’m always quiet before a fight,” she murmured, eyes reflecting the moonlight. “I don’t like pretending it’s going to be fine”

He looked at her then - at the way the wind moved through her hair, at the stillness in her hands, at the sadness she wore like a second skin. “I want you to stay behind,” he said softly.

Her jaw tensed. “No.”

“Darlin’ -”

“No,” she repeated, eyes cutting to his. “You don’t get to tell me to sit out because you’re scared.”

He stared back at her. For a moment, his mouth opened - then closed again. She softened, just slightly. “You don’t think I feel it too? The way the imprint gets tighter the closer we get to danger? The way it pulls like a cord between us when you're gone too long?”

“I ain’t used to this,” he admitted. “This... bond. It’s not just want or love. It’s need. It’s ownership”

She leaned into him, her voice barely above a whisper. “Then claim me. Not just in training. Not in the shadows. For real. Here. Now”

The Major stirred behind his golden eyes, and Jasper pressed his forehead to hers, rough fingers curling under her chin. “After this,” he whispered. “We survive this, and I will”

The battle came with body parts and screams.

Victoria’s army moved like rabid ghosts across the river, newborns fast and wild. But the Cullens had trained for this. She had trained for this. Rosalie and Emmett fought back to back. Edward stayed with Bella. And Jasper - the Major led the front line like a phantom of war.

She tore through two newborns within minutes. Shifted halfway, claws and strength and inhuman speed carrying her like a storm through the chaos. Somewhere across the field, she felt Jasper - his emotions like sonar in her chest, guiding her when she couldn’t see.

And then she felt it: his pain.

A blow to the ribs. A newborn that got too close. She ran. The air split with her growl. She launched herself over a fallen tree and landed between Jasper and the newborn that had pinned him, claws slashing, teeth snapping, fury unleashed. The newborn shrieked, but she was faster. Stronger. Made for this.

When the final body fell to ash, the clearing was silent except for breathless gasps and the crackle of burning limbs. She dropped beside him, fingers searching his ribs. He hissed, but managed a smile. “You came for me,” he rasped.

“You idiot,” she snapped, brushing blood from his mouth. “You were supposed to watch your blind side”

He caught her wrist, grounding her. Then he said it - without fear, without hesitation. “You’re mine”

She stared at him, heart pounding. “And you’re mine”

He pulled her down, kissing her with every ounce of heat and pain and promise he had left. The bond clicked into place like a lock turning.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Weeks later, the forest was green again. The newborn threat was gone. Bella’s life was moving toward her decision. And the wolves had returned to the reservation.

But not her.

She stood in the Cullen home now—not just a guest. Not a stray. Jasper’s mate.

Rosalie tossed her a smirk as she passed the living room. “He’s in the field. Won’t shut up about you.”

She smiled, tugged on her jacket, and headed out. When she found him, he wasn’t training. He was sitting in the tall grass, sun breaking through the clouds in golden shafts. “I missed you,” she said as she reached him.

Jasper looked up, eyes soft. “Come here.”

She sat beside him, the wind dancing through her hair. “Still not used to this,” he said quietly. “Havin’ a mate. Feeling like something’s right”

She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “You’ll get used to it”

“Promise me something,” he said after a long pause.

“Anything”

“When it gets hard - when he comes out again—don’t run”

She looked up at him. “I never have”

His lips brushed her temple. “Then stay. Forever”

And she did. Because the war was over. But their bond - forged in fire and sharpened by battle. It was only just the beginning.

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