Summary: A silent lynx hybrid soldier orders a human bride to save himself from a life of endless war. You answer his ad to escape your abusive home but when you arrive early at his tree-top cottage, neither of you are prepared for what finding each other will awaken.
A/N: I have no idea where this is going lol but here it is!
🐾 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 🐾
You don’t realize how tired you are until he shows you the bedroom.
It’s small.
Cozy.
Warm.
A single bed tucked beneath a slanted wooden ceiling, blankets thick and soft, layered carefully like they’ve been waiting for someone.
Waiting for you.
You freeze in the doorway.
He stands behind you.
Close enough that you can feel his heat.
Not touching.
Never touching unless you let him.
You hesitate.
There’s only one bed.
Your fingers tighten in your sleeves.
“I can— I can sleep on the floor,” you whisper quickly.
His ears snap back immediately.
A sharp, distressed movement.
No.
He shakes his head.
Firm.
Immediate.
The idea clearly upsets him.
He steps past you, moving toward the bed. His large hands grip the blankets, tugging them back, exposing clean sheets. Untouched.
Prepared.
He gestures.
For you.
Only you.
Your throat tightens.
“And you?”
He doesn’t hesitate.
He turns and gestures toward the other room.
Toward the window nook.
Your chest aches at the realization.
He’s giving you the only safe place in his home.
Without question.
Without hesitation.
You nod slowly.
“O-okay.”
He watches you for a moment longer.
Making sure you’re truly going to lie down.
Making sure you feel safe.
Only when you sit carefully on the mattress does he leave.
The door remains open.
He doesn’t close it.
He wants you to know he’s there.
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Sleep comes slowly.
Your body isn’t used to safety.
Every creak makes you tense.
Every shift of wood makes your heart jump.
You don’t realize when exhaustion finally pulls you under.
But he does.
Shadow hasn’t moved.
Not since you lay down.
He sits in the window nook, massive frame folded carefully into a space too small for him. His arms rest on his knees. His tail lies still beside him.
He watches the doorway.
He listens.
Every breath you take.
Every small shift.
Every soft sound.
He can hear your heartbeat.
Fast at first.
Uneven.
Afraid.
Gradually—
It slows.
Deepens.
Settles.
Sleep.
Real sleep.
His ears tilt forward.
His chest tightens.
Relief.
You’re here.
You’re real.
You came to him.
His eyes drift to the doorway.
He shouldn’t.
He knows he shouldn’t.
But he stands anyway.
Moves silently.
Steps soft.
Careful.
He stops in the doorway.
You lie curled beneath the blankets.
Small.
Fragile.
Safe.
Your breathing is slow.
Peaceful.
Your scent fills the room now.
Human.
Warm.
His.
His chest aches.
He’s never had this.
Never allowed himself this.
He doesn’t move closer.
Doesn’t touch you.
He just stands there.
Watching.
Guarding.
Making sure nothing takes you from him.
He doesn’t sleep.
He doesn’t dare.
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You wake to the smell of food.
It confuses you at first.
Your body is used to waking to shouting.
To demands.
To pain.
Not warmth.
Not quiet.
You sit up slowly.
The cottage is still.
Peaceful.
You step out of the bedroom.
He stands at the small stove.
His back to you.
Broad.
Scarred.
Strong.
His ears flick at the sound of your footsteps.
He glances over his shoulder.
His eyes find you immediately.
Relief flashes across his face.
Quick.
Gone just as fast.
He gestures toward the table.
Food waits there.
Eggs.
Bread.
Fruit.
More than you’ve ever been given at once.
You hesitate.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
His ears twitch.
You sit carefully.
Pick up the fork.
You try.
But your stomach twists.
Your appetite doesn’t exist anymore.
Not after years of learning hunger was safer than asking.
You pick at the food.
Small bites.
Barely anything.
You can feel his eyes on you.
Watching.
Concern growing.
He doesn’t push.
Doesn’t force.
But his tail has gone still.
You swallow hard.
“I’m sorry.”
The words leave before you can stop them.
His head lifts sharply.
His ears flatten.
No.
You don’t need to apologize.
He steps closer slowly.
Carefully.
He points gently at the plate.
Then at you.
A question.
You don’t understand.
“I’m not hungry,” you murmur.
It’s a lie.
He knows it.
His eyes soften.
He doesn’t argue.
He just nods once.
Accepting it.
For now.
🐾 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 🐾
Later, he shows you the rest of the cottage.
He moves slowly.
Giving you space to follow.
He opens a small door near the back.
Inside—
Books.
Hundreds of them.
A cozy nook carved into the tree itself. Shelves line the curved walls. A cushioned seat rests beneath a wide window overlooking the endless forest below.
It’s beautiful.
Safe.
Quiet.
You step inside.
Your fingers brush over the spines.
Then you notice them.
Several books stacked carefully on a lower shelf.
Your breath catches.
Sign Language.
Basic Communication for Hybrids.
Human–Hybrid Translation Guide.
You turn slowly.
He stands behind you.
Watching.
Waiting.
Understanding dawning in your chest.
He doesn’t speak.
He can’t.
Or won’t.
You swallow.
Your voice feels fragile.
“What’s your name?”
He stills.
His ears tilt forward.
He didn’t expect that.
His hands lift slowly.
Carefully.
He signs.
Deliberate.
Clear.
One hand brushes across the other.
Then curls.
Then points inward.
You don’t understand.
Not yet.
But you watch.
You memorize.
He repeats it.
Slower this time.
Patient.
Teaching you.
You try.
Your fingers clumsy.
Uncertain.
He watches intensely.
Focused.
You repeat the motion.
Wrong.
You know it’s wrong.
But he doesn’t react negatively.
He simply reaches out—
Pauses.
Giving you time to pull away.
When you don’t—
His fingers gently adjust your hand.
Warm.
Careful.
Soft.
Electric.
Your breath catches.
He finishes the motion.
His name.
You whisper it.
Testing it.
“Shadow.”
His ears rise.
His pupils widen.
Yes.
That’s him.
That’s his name.
You look up at him.
At Shadow.
He looks at you like you’ve given him something precious.
Something sacred.
His name has never sounded so gentle before.
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He doesn’t know your name yet.
At least—
That’s what you think.
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Shadow has known your name for weeks.
It sat on his captain’s desk in a thin, gray file.
Human civilian.
Female.
Unmated.
No criminal history.
No employment record.
No extended family outside registered household.
He had opened it reluctantly.
He hadn’t wanted to choose someone like selecting equipment.
But his captain had insisted.
You need something to come home to.
Inside the file was a single photo.
You.
Standing stiffly.
Eyes lowered.
Shoulders drawn inward.
Making yourself small.
Even in still image.
There were notes.
Brief.
Clinical.
But Shadow had read between every line.
Primary residence: Father and two adult brothers.
Mother deceased.
No independent financial records.
No relocation history.
You had never left.
Not once.
Not until him.
His claws had pressed into the paper then.
Anger.
Not at you.
At them.
At what they had done to make you look like that.
He had memorized your name.
Your face.
Your scent, when it was later transferred to file.
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( a/n: ofcc ive been watching twilight on replay like back to back its so bad and I need to let my twilight mind wonder <3 )
forks, I have everything here I need my family, dad, pack everything.. but her.
she's constantly in my mind and I cant help it
" alright enough moping Jake, its getting sad!" jared blurted out from across the room.
"yeah please, do you every go a day without thinking about her? how about Megan fox or something?! switch it up y'know ?" Paul let out with a smirk.
" yeah yeah, keep your imaginary women, I love my girl-
"your girl?"
"y/n, I love her, she just doesn't know it.."
"its so simple just tell her, we can all see the googly eyes she holds for you" Paul teased, widening his eyes
"I cant. I should've imprinted by now" he lets out with frustration
"yeah that is kind of odd, I mean you hold so much emotion for that girl, it makes no sense why you haven't yet.." embry let out in confusion
" boys.. good things come when the time is right, don't be impatient Jake" sam advised while holding on to sam
" I just don't want to hurt her, what if it's someone else, huh? , it's not her and I lose her? will I every truly be happy?"
" that all depends on when the time comes, but as of now Jake I need you to take over for me tonight. I have a meeting with the council talking about taking on more protection for our grounds, is that okay?"
"Jake!" I ran up to him, excited, we finally found a day where our schedules aligned. Friday, I love Fridays.
" hey, my star" star, a name he gave to me when he was at his lowest
"y'know, you’re like a little star. Always there, even when it’s dark"he whispered, voice shaking, tears streaming down his face, moving a piece of hair out my face, tucking it behind my ear."
" hiii, im so ready for today this week has been so long please take me away" I jokingly curtsy down pointing to his bike, he lets a giggle slip out
"of course m'lady, here's your crown of armor" he hands me the helmet. We hop on and he drives me home.
Jacob black.
the boy I love, so much I'd drop anything for him , does he know? possibly, does everyone else know? yes. it truly is embarrassing on how loud my love is.
I met jack when I was 3, billy brought him to la push, and coincidentally my dad also brought me there, I was playing with the fish and hi being the boy he is.. wanted to im guessing disturbed them somehow.
I shut it down.
"hey no!, these are friends!"
" .. can I be your friend too?...I'm jake!" he smiled the sweetest smile at me, of course missing one tooth.
"im y/n, sit with me" I pat the side next to me" my heart was most definitely doing 1000000 flips.
it came to a stop, I was home
" hey Jake remember that one time you wanted to swing while holding your ice cream?"
" only because you said I couldn't, and I did"
" yeah for like a minute until you dropped the whole come"
"go inside" he guided me in, with his hand on my lower back.
" oh listen so I was thinking... Ice cream.. or pasta? because I know-
I got interrupted, his phone... its always his phones that interrupts us.
"heading out now, please join Emery and Paul"
he looked down, hesitant
" y/n," he let out with a huge sigh
"we need to reschedule.."
"Jake, really?" I looked at him, confusion and irritation written all over my face, then covered with a smile when I realize he's joking
" I'm serious..I'm sorry, it's a pack promise "
"pack promise?" I let out, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice.
he nods, trying to avoid my eyes by fidgeting with his helmet.
"yeah, sam needs help tonight, nothing big" nothing big? it was supposed to be us tonight..
"I offer him a small smile, trying to stay cool even though my chest tightens. “It’s okay. Go save the world or whatever.” I let out with a sad laugh
and just like that he was gone, again its hurts but I have to understand, its different now. We used to be so close, the closest, but as soon as he had to join the rest he became distant, less close, less Jake...
The trees were quiet, just the occasional rustle of leaves and snapping twigs under our paws. The moon hung low, casting a soft glow over us, but the only thing that was on my mind was her, how sad she looked, I could practically hear her heart breaking every second.
“So,” Paul said through the pack link, “did you break her heart yet or are you still playing the ‘I’m emotionally unavailable’ game, ?”
" shut up" I growled out , not slowing down.
" No seriously," Embry chimed in, half teasing "you bail on her again?"
I didn't answer at first. My paws pressed hard into the dirt, jaw clenched even in wolf form.
"sam needed someone to cover. I covered. End of story"
"Dude, come on" Paul said " she looked crushed. We passed her house on the way here, lights still on in her room"
That hit harder than I wanted to admit. I stayed silent, but Embry picked up on it.
“You care, Jake. More than you let on.”
“That’s the problem.”
“So tell her.”
I stopped walking and turning my head toward the dark stretch of trees ahead. The silence dragged.
“And what if I imprint on someone else tomorrow? What then? I give her a version of me that was never going to stay?”
“You’re scared,” Paul said flatly. “But you’re also selfish. You won’t let her go, and you won’t pull her close either.”
I growled again, low and warning.
“Alright, alright,” Embry backed off. “But you gotta figure this out, man. She’s not gonna wait forever.”
I didn’t respond. Just started walking again.
But the image of her standing at the doorway with that look of hurt in her eyes stayed with him the rest of the night.
𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒰ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒱ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒰ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ
The next morning, I'm woken up to a simple text.
“Sorry about last night. You alive?
ugh, as if flaking wasn't enough, you had to go and wake me up... at 5:30 am.. thanks Jake.
"now I am, why what's up"
"look outside"
I struggle, leaving the warmth within my bed, and there he is. Outside, wearing what looks like the worst thing to wear in the cold, but also wearing the best goofy smile i've even seen.. my favorite smile, my heart melts.
I lift up the window
"what are you doing outside?"
"still up for that ice cream? maybe a gelato?" he suggests more than ask, letting out a nervous laugh.
"Jake.. yes but its literally freezing"
"you left this at my place last week" he pulls out my puff coat
"alright I'll come down and open the door"
"no no wait hold on" he jumps up on the tree, to my lower roof , then through my window in one swift move.
"Jake what the actual-"
"just a little fun, nothing much. Here, lets go I don't want to waste anytime"
"Jake, they don't open till 7.. its 5: 45"
He pauses, blinking. “…They don’t?”
I cross my arms, trying not to smile. “Nope. Not unless you’ve got a secret key or something.”
Jake scratches the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. “Okay, well… minor miscalculation.”
I laugh, sitting on the edge of my bed. “So what now, genius?”
He looks around my room, then shrugs like it's the most casual thing in the world. “I mean… I did climb a tree and risk breaking my spine to be here. You could at least let me chill for a while.”
I raise an eyebrow. “You want to hang out in my room at 6 a.m. with no gelato and no real plan?”
“Pretty much,” he smirks, flopping back onto the bed like he’s been doing it his whole life which, to be fair, he kind of has.
I roll my eyes but scoot over anyway. “Fine. But I’m not entertaining you. I’m tired.”
He folds his arms behind his head, settling in. “Didn’t ask you to. I’m just gonna be here. Existing.”
A comfortable silence falls between us. I lay back, eyes tracing the soft shadows moving across my ceiling. I hear Jake breathe out, slow and even. It’s nice. It’s quiet.
Too quiet.
I glance over at him. “Hey, remember when we tried to build a snow fort and you ended up getting stuck in it?”
He snorts. “That was your idea. You said the tunnel needed to be more ‘realistic.’ I was trying to impress you.”
“By getting buried alive?”
“Apparently that was my move,” he chuckles, eyes still closed.
A smile tugs at my lips. “It worked.”
He turns his head toward me then, eyes softer now. “Yeah?”
I nod. “You’ve always had a way of showing up… even if it's at the weirdest times.”
There’s a pause heavy, but not uncomfortable.
Jake shifts onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. “I’m sorry for last night. I wanted to be there.”
I meet his eyes, trying to read between the lines. “You’re always torn, Jake. Between me and... everything else.”
He doesn’t answer right away. Then, quietly, “Yeah. I am.”
That’s all he gives me. And somehow, I understand.
I let out a breath and close my eyes. “Just don’t disappear, okay? That’s all I ask.” the sleepiness reads clearly through my voice
“I won’t,” he whispers.
At some point, I feel his hand brush against mine. I don’t move. Neither does he.
The next thing I know, I’m waking up hours later, sunlight stretching across the room in warm stripes.
Jake’s still beside me, completely knocked out, one arm slung loosely over my waist, our hands still barely touching.
I don’t move. I don’t want to.
Because for the first time in a while… he stayed.
I take time to notice how much I admire him, his structure, eyes, lashes, eyebrows.. many guys get the best lashes
and lastly how warm he is.. its freezing outside and yet here we are, him as warm as the sun. unbelievable.. I could get used to this.
The steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his arm feels like safety draped across me, the warmth he gives off without even trying. It's stupid, but I feel like I’ve found home in this tiny moment.
I glance up at him again, just watching.
His lashes flicker. He stirs slightly.
Then, slowly, his eyes open and they land right on me.
Busted.
“…Were you staring at me?” he mumbles, voice still thick with sleep.
I blush, immediately looking away. “No.”
He smirks, eyes still half-lidded. “Right. Just admiring the wall behind me?”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”
Jake stretches a little, yawning. “It’s kinda flattering, you know.”
“What is?”
“That you like looking at me.”
I open my mouth to argue, to say something witty, but he just laughs softly, eyes crinkling. It’s rare that kind of genuine softness from him. And even rarer that he lets it last.
But then it happens.
His phone buzzes from the floor beside the bed.
He tenses almost immediately, like his body recognizes the call before his brain even does.
“…Don’t,” I say quickly, already feeling the moment slipping away.
He leans over, grabs the phone, and I can tell from his face it’s the pack.
“I have to—”
“Of course you do.” My voice is sharper than I mean it to be, and I sit up, pulling the covers with me. The cold rushes in without his warmth beside me.
“Y/N,” he sighs, already standing, grabbing his jacket. “Sam needs help with something on the east line. He wouldn’t call if it wasn’t serious.”
I don’t say anything. I just nod and look away.
Jake steps closer, rubbing the back of his neck. “Last night was… nice.”
I force a smile. “Yeah. It was.”
He hesitates at the door, like he wants to say something more, maybe explain why he always leaves, why it feels like he’s only ever halfway here.
But he doesn't.
He just looks at me, like he's memorizing the way I look in this exact second.
“I’ll see you later,” he says quietly.
“You always say that,” I whisper as he steps out.
And once again… he’s gone.
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The first thing I feel is warmth.
Not the kind from the sun or even the blankets it’s her. She’s still here. Right beside me. Her breathing is soft, steady, peaceful. And somehow, I didn’t ruin it this time. Somehow, I stayed.
I open my eyes slowly and see her looking at me.
She tries to look away, but it’s too late I caught her. She’s doing that thing where she tries to hide her smile behind attitude, and God, I love that about her. Always pretending she’s tougher than she is.
“…Were you staring at me?” I ask, half-asleep, voice raspy.
She blushes. I smirk.
Moments like this soft, slow, real they’re dangerous. They make me wish I could be selfish. That I could stay in this bed, wrapped up in the safety of her sheets, wrapped up in her. She doesn’t even know what she does to me, how hard I have to work just to not give it all away.
But of course, peace never lasts long.
My phone buzzes from the floor, and I already know pack business. Sam’s name flashes on the screen, and everything tightens in my chest.
I glance over at her.
She knows.
“Don’t,” she says, quiet. Pleading.
I hate this. I hate that this is the part where I always become the bad guy. The one who chooses the pack over her, even if it’s not really a choice.
“Sam needs help with the east line,” I say, voice low. “He wouldn’t call if it wasn’t serious.”
She nods, pulling away. Just like that, the space between us is back. The warmth is gone.
“Y/N,” I try, but she doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t even say goodbye.
I stand there for a second, jacket in hand, phone buzzing in my pocket again but I don’t move yet.
I look at her.
She’s sitting there, wrapped in the blanket, trying so hard to look unaffected. But I can see the hurt in her eyes. I alwayssee it.
I wish I could fix this.
I wish I could just say it how badly I want her, how I don’t imprint but still somehow feel like she’s already mine. That I don’t even want anyone else.
But I don’t say any of that.
I just watch her, memorizing her the way she looks right now sleepy, quiet, trying not to break.
This is what kills me.
Not the patrols. Not the danger.
Her.
Leaving her.
“Last night was… nice,” I manage.
She forces a smile. “Yeah. It was.”
I take one step back. Then another.
“I’ll see you later,” I say.
“You always say that.”
And it echoes in my head, even as I close the door behind me. Even as I run through the trees.
You always say that.
Yeah.
And one day, I might not get to say it again.
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I told myself I wouldn't cry.
I really did. But here I am, fists clenched, voice shaking, heart ripping itself apart.. and he's just standing there. Saying nothing, like that's better than the truth.
"this isn't working anymore, Jake" I say barely louder than a whisper. "I cant keep pretending like this doesn't hurt"
he opens his mouth, closes it, swallows hard. "y/n"
"no." I step back. "don't say that. don't say my name like that. Like you're sorry when we both know you'll leave again tomorrow."
He looks at me, eyes glassy but guarded. Always guarded. " I never meant to hurt you."
"But you did," I say voice breaking. "Every time you leave, it hurts. Every time you show up just to disappear again, it hurts. You don't get to keep walking in and out of my life like it means nothing."
His jaw tightens. " It means something. you mean something."
I shake my head. "then why won't you fight for me? why won't you let me in?"
silence. He doesn't have an answer he never has an answer.
So I give him mine.
"im done."
His eyes snap to mine. "what?"
" I cant do this anymore, Jake. I cant keep waiting for a version of you that might not exist. I need someone who chooses me. Fully. Not just when it's convenient."
the words feel like fire leaving my mouth, but they're true. Every single one.
he takes a shake step forward. "You don't mean that."
"I do," I whisper. "I blocked your number. I told billy. I told my dad. I need space. I need peace. I need to stop hoping for something you won't give."
His face falls. The panic in his eyes is real now. Raw.
" y/n, please, don't do this."
"I already did."
I turn, walking away even though it feels like dragging my heart through glass. But for the first time.. im choosing myself."
I don't look back.
𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒰ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒱ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ𓏲 ₊˚๑ ꒰ ໑‧₊˚.ꪆ
she's really gone.
she actually walked away. And the worst part is, I let her.
I stood there like an idiot. Like a coward.
I could've said everything. Told how I lover her, how she's the only thing that feels right in this mess of a world. That imprint or not, shes the one I keep coming back to. tea is always been her.
But I didn't
and now? I don't even have the sound of her voice to hold on to.
I call. No answer.
I text. No reply.
I circle her block more times that I'd ever admit. I see her light on. I see her shadow in the window. But the curtain never lifts.
its like she docent exist in my world anymore.
but I exist in hers. I know I do.
and im not letting go.
not this time.
not until she hears the words I should've said the first night I walked away.
"y/n, I love you. I always have. And I'm sorry it took losing you to say it."
now I just have to find a way to tell her, if she'll even let me close enough again."
The thought sits heavy in my chest like a stone. I can already picture her face when she sees me, The guarded look, the small step back, the walls going up before I even open my mouth. She's always been quick to protect her heart, and ive given her every reason to keep it locked up now.
so I start planning.
No big speeches out of nowhere, she'd shut me down before I finished the first sentence.
No chasing her down the street again, she'd see that as desperation, and she hates being cornered.
I need her to feel safe.
I need her to remember the pieces of us that existed before all the broken promises.
I think about the places that meant something to us, the cliff where she dared me to jump first, the dock where she spilled soda all over my shirt and laughed until she couldn't breathe, the beach where I called her " my star" for the first time. If I can get her there, maybe she'll remember too.
but the hard part... is getting her to come at all.
the pack will notice if im distracted, and they'll ask questions im not ready to answer. Paul will probably tell me to "man up" and just tell her already. Embry will keep reminding me that im on borrowed time before she really moves on.
they're not wrong.
the truth is... im scared.
scarred that when I finally get the words out, she'll look at me with that same guarded expression and say its too late.
but I also know this, I've faced more worse things than fear.
and losing her forever?
That's not something I can survive.
so tomorrow...
tomorrow I find her.
tomorrow I try.
and maybe, if the universe isn't completely against me, tomorrow will be the day she lets me close enough to finally make her understand
she's it for me.
always has been.
always will be.
the next morning, im outside her place before the sun's even finished climbing over the trees. The air is cold enough to bite, but I don't care.. I need to see her before she slips away again.
when she finally opens the door, she's already dressed to leave, jacket zipped, hair pulled back like she's got somewhere better to be.
"Jake," she says flatly, I don't have time for this"
"just.. come with me. please. ten minutes"
her eyes narrow. " why? so you can disappear halfway through again? no thanks"
that's not-" I bite my tongue. fighting her right now won't work. "its not like that. I just.. I need to show you something."
she shakes her head. " im not in the mood for another one of your half promises"
and then she steps past me, brushing my arm, walking fast like if she keeps moving, I wont be able to catch her.
I follow her anyway. " y/n, just- listen to me-"
" no, Jacob. you don't get to talk your way out of this one. im done."
her voice cracks on the last word, and its like s knife to the gut. I could let her walk away, I should let her walk away.. that would be the selfless thing.
but I cant.
I grab her wrist gently. "if you walk away right now, I'll never forgive myself. just ten minutes. please."
she freezes, her back still to me.
and for a second, I swear I see her shoulders shake, like she's debating whether to keep walking or turn around.
The rain starts slow soft drops tapping against the dirt road as the sky darkens overhead.
By the time she turns around, it’s pouring.
y/n stands in the middle of the road, soaked to the bone, her breathing sharp and uneven. Her hair sticks to her cheeks, her fists clenched at her sides.
“Why do you keep doing this, Jake?” she yells over the rain. “Why do you keep coming back if you’re just going to leave again?”
Jake stops a few feet away, his chest heaving, rain streaming down his face. “Because I can’t stay away from you!”
“Then why did you?” Her voice cracks, the sound lost in the storm. “Why did you push me away every single time I tried to care about you? I waited, Jake! I waited for you to choose me!”
He swallows hard, pain flickering in his eyes. “Because I was scared!”
“Of what?”
“Of you!” he shouts back. “Of losing you before I ever got to really have you. I thought if I stayed back, if I didn’t get too close, I’d be protecting you from me, from what I am, from everything that comes with it.”
She stares at him, rain dripping from her lashes. “And did it work? Did pushing me away protect me?”
He looks down, his voice breaking. “No. It just broke both of us.”
For a second, all that’s heard is the downpour, the distant roll of thunder, and the unspoken years between them.
“I never stopped caring,” she whispers. “Even when you made it impossible. Even when you kept choosing everything else over me.”
He takes a step closer, his voice softer now, trembling. “You were never second, y/n. You were always first. I was just too blind to admit it.”
She shakes her head, tears mixing with the rain. “You don’t get to say that now. Not after everything.”
Jake moves closer still, until they’re inches apart. His hands hover near her arms, unsure if he’s allowed to touch her.
“I know,” he says quietly. “And I’m sorry. For every time I made you doubt how much you mattered. For every promise I didn’t keep. I was lost, y/n, but I’m done running. Because now…”
He pauses, eyes flicking to hers.
“Now I know it’s you.”
Something shifts , deep and powerful, like the air around them changes. His heartbeat quickens, the rain blurring into silence. The world narrows to her her scent, her breath, her eyes.
like something hit me
It’s overwhelming, electric. My chest feels like it’s being torn open and rebuilt all at once.
gasping, stumbling forward, my hand instinctively reaching for hers.
y/n freezes, eyes widening as if she can feel it too , the pull, the invisible connection that snaps into place between them.
“Jake…” she whispers. “What’s happening?”
He exhales shakily, tears mixing with rain. “It’s you. It’s always been you. I thought fate was waiting for someone else, but it was you, all along.”
The rain keeps falling, warm and heavy, soaking through my clothes until I can barely tell where the storm ends and where Jacob begins. He stands in front of me, breathing hard, his eyes fixed on mine like he is hanging onto something invisible and breakable.
He reaches for my waist, hesitating, trembling.
like if he touches me, everything will change.
like he already knows it will.
I swallow, step closer, and finally whisper, “I am tired of running from you.”
That is all it takes.
His mouth meets mine in a kiss that feels like every moment we never said out loud. His hands grip my waist, pulling me against his warmth. The rain makes our skin slick, our clothes heavy, our breaths shaky. His lips crash against mine with years of held back emotion.
He pauses just long enough for our foreheads to touch.
“You have no idea what you mean to me,” he whispers, voice rough.
I want to ask. I want to understand.
But instead my fingers curl into the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
“I need you to mean it, Jacob,” I whisper. “No more leaving. No more excuses.”
His breath catches. He presses me gently against the fence behind me, his hands steady, his body warm and trembling. His lips brush the corner of my mouth, my cheek, the place beneath my jaw that makes my legs go weak.
Something shifts inside me.
Something warm.
Something frightening.
Something too big for words.
I gasp softly, gripping his shirt.
“I feel something. I do not know what it is but I feel it.”
He freezes, chest rising sharply against mine. For a moment he just stares at me like he is seeing something impossible. Then he shakes his head slightly, like he needs to stop himself from saying something.
“y/n,” he whispers. His thumb brushes my cheek, slow and trembling.
“I am so sorry I hurt you. I should have told you everything. I should have stayed. I should have chosen you every time, not my fear.”
“Then why didn’t you,” I whisper, voice breaking.
“Why wasn’t I enough for your promises.”
His eyes close like the words physically strike him.
“You were always enough. You are enough right now. I just never thought I deserved you.”
The rain pounds around us. Thunder rolls in the distance.
He steps closer and cups my face with both hands.
“I love you.”
It comes out soft but certain.
“I love you more than any promise I ever made.”
My breath catches. I want to believe him. I do.
But the ache in my chest is still fresh.
“Jacob,” I whisper, tears mixing with rain. “You keep saying pack promises. Pack this and pack that. But what about promises to me. Why were those always the ones you broke.”
He shakes his head, voice cracking.
“I am not breaking another one. Not to you. Not ever again.”
He leans in, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath warm and shaky against my lips.
“I promise you, y/n. This time it is real. This time it is yours. No pack rules. No excuses. Only us.”
His voice lowers, barely audible.
“A promise stronger than any pack promise.”
My fingers grip the front of his shirt and I pull him in, kissing him again, slow and breathless. His hands slide around my waist, holding me like he will never let go again.
And even though I do not understand why it feels like the world just shifted beneath my feet, I know one thing with absolute certainty.
When Jacob Black makes a promise in the rain
one meant for me
one spoken through shaking breaths and soft kisses
one whispered against my lips like a vow
wrong timing, right nor wrong person.(?) | a choi yeonjun oneshot. (good ending)
sypnosis: this is the last time. you told yourself this is the last time that you would let yourself fall in the arms of love and catch feelings for a person. you don't even care if it was the right thing to do or not. but maybe, just maybe, your shot would hit the bullseye this time.
genre: happy ending (yay!), fluff, gn!reader
word count: 894 words
warning: none!
note: if you're seeing this before the original story, click here to read the intended ending (the bad ending)! there is no particular order of how you wanna read it but just to let you know that this is a different ending from the OG one! enjoy!
"can i talk to you?"
"yeah sure! i still have some time left before my next class, what's up?"
you hate it. you hate this smile on his face that makes you feel like the whole world will be okay and that there is nothing to worry about, but your mind was filled to the brim with worries, concerns and your heart was screaming for you not to do this; however your mind said that you should, because you wouldn't have another passing chance like this again.
"no like, in private."
he looked around the lecture theatre as the other students were taking their leave after the boring class ended a few minutes ago, only the nerdy, studious ones stayed back, but none that you would even care about.
it felt like he did not want to budge from the spot he was standing between the seats, so there wasn't much choice but to do it then and there.
you took a deep breath, and dived right into the deep end.
"yeonjun, i know we have been friends for so long, and school has been so much fun with you around. classes were more tolerable, lunch breaks were so full of shit-talking about groupmates and professors.. there was never a dull moment since we worked on that project together and got closer. you came around quick every time i needed help, and you never fail to cheer me up on days when i couldn't move a muscle to smile. you really make me feel much better about life."
at this point you weren't halfway through your confession, and you were already choking up on words as your vision starts to get bleary. yeonjun looked like he knew which direction this was going. you exhaled strongly through your nose for an inch of relief.
"all those moments made me feel somewhat...attracted to you. and i couldn't ignore those feelings. every day i get to school, the only thing i would look forward to was seeing your face in classes we shared.. p-point is, i like you. so much. and i know our final year is already ending, but i feel like i need to get this off my chest before the end, or else i will never lay it to rest. and i don't really care if you don't feel the same, this was mainly for me. okay?"
you stopped talking and finally looked up from the ground to watch his face unfold into a look so mellowed, yet shocked. he couldn't even fathom his words right, and you could see his brain turning to match your words into coherent sentences that he could register.
he rubbed his mouth anxiously, a subconscious self-soothing gesture as he tried to process your confession. he didn't know how to take your words in, but he knew he has to say something anyway.
"hey yn look-"
"if you are going to reject me or say that you're seeing someone please save i-"
"i-i like you too."
your mind stopped working. for the first time today, you looked into his eyes in search of some genuineness. is he being for real?
"r-really? did- did you just say.. that??" you stumbled on your words not believing the first time he said that.
"yes.. yes i did, yn."
he smiled at you sweetly, eyes formed into crescent moons, letting you know that it is sincere. yeonjun gently pulled your arm and you let yourself drift closer to his body, hugging him in the process. he wrapped his arm around you as he caressed your hair lovingly.
"well...this is nice."
you giggled after making a sudden comment, hearing his heartbeat strong and rhythmic on his chest, reminding you of how glad he was to finally let you know what he has been feeling for a couple of weeks now; all those moments of stealing glances during lectures, babbling to the other 4 of his best friends of how he feels towards you everyday (and slightly annoying them with how often he talks about you and the rest having no such game), wandering around beaches and parks alone to properly think about the situation, if it was really a genuine crush or just a passing feeling he will get over.
you weren't any different either. it was hell for a few months ever since you realised you developed feelings for your project mate and you couldn't look at him the same after the discovery. you didn't go about a day without asking your friends if it was the right choice in crushing on him and them supporting you in the decision, but you couldn't help but question if he's already taken on the down low, or he was just being very kind to you and that is just his personality to everyone else. it is safe to say that none of those are true now.
you heard his giggles reverberate through his chest that made you smile much wider, encouraging you to be glad that the last time you gave love a chance was the first time you struck jackpot.
"let's go on a date right now then."
"now?! jjun, i literally look so ugly right now.."
"hey noo don't say that! you look cute. no one else will see you but me, so let's go try that new cafe down the street yeah?"
a/n: hope you enjoyed the good ending :3 feel like ive been writing alot of bad endings these days so i figured hey maybe i should write a nice one so yall wouldnt leave this app heartbroken </3
Haknyeon and you were outside looking at the bright stars in the sky. You were so impressed by the beauty of the sky, and Haknyeon could see it by those admiration eyes that you had. He found it cute how much you adore every little thing in the world.
-"Hakie?" you asked him. He turned his head toward you -"Will you still love me when I'll be an old woman?" you asked him with a pout.
He laughed, then he cupped your face with his hands -"Of course I will love you, no matter what". He brought his head close to yours and came to rub his nose affectionately against yours making you giggled and feel loved.
it was a stormy night, and the sky was covered in gray clouds. you tied your luscious blonde hair up into a messy bun, throwing on a pair of leggings. you then put on an oversized blue sweater. once you finished, you put on your black converse and headed downstairs. you felt butterflies in your stomach. you were so excited- you were going on your first date!
‘he should be here any minute’ you thought. you waited impatiently until you heard a knock on the door. you quickly opened it to see your date, thanos, standing on your doorstep, holding a bouquet of roses.
“shall we go, y/n?” he asked in a smooth voice, and you nodded. he lifted you up and you giggled, his cold gauntlet rubbing against your skin. you gazed into his murderous, dead eyes, just thinking about how lucky you were for him to have fallen in love with you. then he ate you whole. 🥰
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Summary: A silent lynx hybrid soldier orders a human bride to save himself from a life of endless war. You answer his ad to escape your abusive home but when you arrive early at his tree-top cottage, neither of you are prepared for what finding each other will awaken.
A/N: Here's part 3! Hope you guys like it!
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He waits for you in the morning.
Already dressed.
Already watching.
Shadow stands near the door, shoulders squared, ears angled toward the bedroom even before you step out. He must have heard you wake. He always hears you.
He lifts his hand when he sees you.
Gestures.
Two fingers walking in the air.
Then points outward.
Outside.
A question.
You hesitate.
Your stomach twists.
You haven’t left the cottage since you arrived.
It’s safe here.
Quiet.
Untouchable.
He seems to understand your hesitation immediately.
His ears lower slightly.
Not disappointed.
Careful.
He gestures again, slower this time.
Points to himself.
Then outward.
Then back to you.
Together.
Your chest tightens.
Together.
He won’t leave you alone.
You nod slowly.
“O-okay.”
His ears rise instantly.
Relief.
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The village feels different from above.
Closer.
Louder.
Alive.
The bridges sway beneath your feet as you walk beside him, your fingers gripping the rope railing tightly. Hybrids move around you effortlessly, their balance perfect, their movements confident.
You don’t belong here.
You can feel it.
Their eyes linger.
Curious.
Confused.
A human.
Here.
With him.
Shadow walks slightly in front of you.
Always positioned between you and everyone else.
Protective.
Without thinking.
A hybrid passes too close.
Your shoulder brushes his arm accidentally.
Your heart jumps.
Your hand moves on instinct.
You grab Shadow’s hand.
Everything stops.
His body freezes.
His hand is warm.
Large.
Rough with old scars and calluses.
His ears shoot straight upward.
Shock.
Real shock.
You didn’t mean to
You try to pull away immediately.
“I’m sorry—”
His fingers tighten.
Not painfully.
Not trapping.
Holding.
Keeping.
His thumb shifts slightly against your hand.
Careful.
Tentative.
Like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
Your breath catches.
He doesn’t look at you.
His eyes stay forward.
But his ears flick constantly.
Alert.
Alive.
His tail sways behind him in slow, controlled movements.
He likes this.
You don’t pull away again.
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The village is beautiful up close.
Lanterns hang from ropes overhead. Shops carved into tree trunks glow warmly through open windows. You can smell food cooking somewhere nearby, rich and unfamiliar.
Shadow leads you carefully.
Never letting go of your hand.
He stops suddenly.
His ears twitch.
Rapid.
His head turns toward something small near the base of a tree.
A bird.
Tiny.
Perched.
His pupils widen slightly.
His body stills.
Focused.
Watching.
You stare at him.
He looks…
Curious.
Not like a soldier.
Not like something built for war.
Just…
A lynx.
His ears flick forward.
Then back.
Then forward again.
You smile faintly.
He notices.
His ears turn toward you instantly.
His attention shifts.
Back to you.
Always back to you.
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He brings you into a small diner built into the trunk of one of the largest trees.
It’s warm.
Comfortable.
Smells like bread and meat and something sweet.
The moment you step inside
Everything goes quiet.
They’re staring.
Every hybrid in the room.
At you.
Your hand tightens in his.
Your body instinctively moves closer to him.
Shadow notices immediately.
His tail stills.
His ears flatten slightly.
Warning.
A low, protective tension settles into his body.
Not aggressive.
But ready.
Always ready.
He guides you to a seat in the corner.
Away from everyone else.
His hand never leaves yours.
Not even when you sit.
A server approaches carefully.
Speaks to him.
Shadow signs in response.
Quick.
Efficient.
Controlled.
The server nods.
Leaves.
You don’t understand what he said.
But you understand this:
They respect him.
They fear him.
And yet
He sits beside you.
Holding your hand like it’s the most important thing in the world.
Summary: A silent lynx hybrid soldier orders a human bride to save himself from a life of endless war. You answer his ad to escape your abusive home but when you arrive early at his tree-top cottage, neither of you are prepared for what finding each other will awaken.
a/n: Just a thought I'm writing for myself lol. I'm a green writer so I hope you like it :)
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You don’t think it’s legal.
That’s the thought that keeps circling your mind as the bus rattles farther and farther from everything you’ve ever known.
Legal or not.
Safe or not.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s still better than home.
Your fingers tighten around the folded paper in your lap, the edges worn soft from rereading.
MILITARY HYBRID SEEKING HUMAN WIFE.
Housing provided. Protection guaranteed.
Permanent placement.
No name.
Just a symbol stamped beneath it: a black pawprint marked through with a slash.
You had responded before you could lose your nerve.
Before your father could catch you reading.
Before your brothers could decide you weren’t moving fast enough.
Before your life could shrink any smaller.
And now here you are.
Running.
For real this time.
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The human settlements disappear hours ago.
Concrete gives way to dirt.
Dirt gives way to forest.
The trees grow taller.
Older.
Thicker.
Their branches begin to tangle high above, knitting together into something like a second sky.
The bus stops at the edge of a wooden checkpoint.
“This is as far as I go,” the driver says, not unkindly. “Hybrid territory past this line.”
You swallow.
Your legs feel weak when you stand.
The air smells different here.
Cleaner.
Colder.
Alive.
You clutch your small bag and step down.
The bus leaves without looking back.
You’re alone.
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It takes most of the day to find them.
The lynx territory doesn’t begin with walls.
It begins with height.
At first you don’t see anything at all.
Just trees.
Massive, towering trees that stretch endlessly upward.
Then you notice the ropes.
Thick braided lines hanging from branch to branch.
Wooden platforms built high above.
Ladders.
Walkways.
Homes.
An entire village suspended in the sky.
Your breath catches.
It’s beautiful.
Sunlight filters through layers of leaves, catching on polished wood and swaying bridges. Rope railings creak softly in the breeze. Lanterns hang from branches, glowing faint gold even in daylight.
Figures move overhead.
Large.
Broad.
Tails swaying behind them.
You freeze when one drops down in front of you.
He lands lightly despite his size.
A lynx hybrid.
Tall.
Easily over six and a half feet.
Broad shoulders.
Fur the color of pale ash, thick around his neck and arms.
Tufted ears flick toward you.
Golden eyes narrow slightly—not hostile.
Just curious.
You shrink instinctively.
“I— I’m sorry,” you whisper.
Your voice sounds too small.
“I’m looking for someone.”
He tilts his head.
You pull the paper from your bag and hold it out with trembling fingers.
“I think… he lives here.”
The lynx takes it carefully.
His eyes flick over the symbol.
Recognition.
He looks back at you.
Then upward.
High.
Very high.
He points.
Your stomach drops.
“That high?”
He nods.
Then gestures toward the rope bridge.
You stare at it.
It sways gently in the wind.
Your legs already feel weak.
But you nod.
“Thank you.”
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The climb takes forever.
Your hands ache from gripping the ropes.
The wood creaks under your feet.
Each level reveals more of the village.
Shops carved into tree trunks.
Homes with open windows and hanging lanterns.
Hybrids moving gracefully between platforms like it’s nothing.
Some glance at you.
A human.
Alone.
Climbing higher than you have any right to be.
Your heart pounds harder with every step.
What if he doesn’t want you?
What if this was a mistake?
What if he sends you back?
The thought makes your throat tighten.
You can’t go back.
You won’t survive it.
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By the time you reach the highest level, your legs tremble so badly you can barely stand.
His home is easy to spot.
It sits higher than the others.
A cottage built into the trunk of the largest tree.
Wooden walls.
Warm lantern light glowing through the windows.
A small porch overlooking everything.
It’s beautiful.
Quiet.
Safe-looking.
You stand there for a long moment.
Your hand raises slowly.
Knocks.
Soft.
Almost inaudible.
You wait.
Nothing.
Your chest tightens.
Maybe he isn’t here.
Maybe—
A sound behind you.
Heavy.
Soft.
You turn.
And freeze.
He stands at the edge of the platform.
Watching you.
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He’s larger than any of the others you’ve seen.
Much larger.
His fur is black and white, stark and striking. White across his chest and throat, black down his arms and back. His ears twitch slowly, long black tufts shifting in the breeze.
A scar cuts through his eyebrow.
Another disappears beneath his collar.
His clothes are military.
Dark.
Structured.
He must have just arrived.
He doesn’t move.
Doesn’t speak.
He just stares.
At you.
His pupils widen slowly.
Shock.
Real shock.
His nose twitches.
Testing your scent.
Human.
Female.
His mate.
You think your heart might stop.
“I—”
Your voice breaks.
You swallow.
“I answered the ad.”
Silence.
His ears flick forward sharply.
He takes one slow step closer.
Then another.
His movements are careful.
Controlled.
Like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.
He stops a few feet away.
Close enough for you to see the faint lines of scars across his arms.
Across his throat.
He smells like cold air.
Like pine.
Like metal.
His chest rises and falls once.
Twice.
His hand lifts.
Pauses.
Then drops again.
He doesn’t touch you.
He doesn’t know if he’s allowed.
He looks terrified.
Not of you.
Of losing you.
Your fingers tighten around your bag.
“I came early,” you whisper.
“I’m sorry.”
His ears flatten slightly.
Concern.
He studies your face.
Your posture.
The way you make yourself small.
Something dark passes through his expression.
Anger.
Not at you.
At whatever hurt you.
His jaw tightens.
He steps aside.
And opens the door.
An invitation.
Your throat tightens.
He doesn’t speak.
Just waits.
Patient.
Gentle.
You step inside.
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The cottage is warm.
Cozy.
Soft blankets draped over a large couch.
A fireplace already lit.
The scent of wood and fur and safety.
He closes the door behind you.
Quietly.
You stand awkwardly near the entrance.
Unsure.
He watches you like you’re something fragile.
Something precious.
Something he never thought he’d have.
He moves slowly to a cabinet.
Pulls out a glass.
Fills it with water.
Hands it to you.
His fingers don’t touch yours.
He’s careful.
So careful.
You take it.
“Thank you.”
His ears flick.
A small acknowledgment.
He watches you drink.
Like he needs to make sure you’re real.
Like he’s afraid to blink.
You realize then—
He hasn’t spoken once.
Not a single word.
But somehow…
You understand him anyway.
He gestures toward the couch.
Offering.
You sit carefully.
Your hands folded in your lap.
He remains standing.
Watching.
Guarding.
His home.
His mate.
His future.
He smells like hope.
And for the first time in your life,
You think you might be safe.
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