Imprint!Reader X Paul Lahote (Platonic) & Embry Call (Romantic)

Imprint!Reader x Paul Lahote (Platonic) & Embry Call (Romantic)

This was requested by an anonymous, but I loved writing this concept. They originally asked for a polly type relationship, but because I was uncomfortable with the concept I got their permission to write it where it's polly, but one is platonic and the other is romanic. Hope you enjoy!

Two imprints. Two imprints when one imprint was already supposed to be rare. And it was weird.

You weren't even Quileute. You had just moved to the reservation with your mom and your new step-dad who just so happened to have Quileute in him.

Everything happened at chance as to how it came to be that you were an imprint to two people.

Embry Call and Paul Lahote.

It was strange how walking on the beach by yourself turned into suddenly (almost) running into quite literally a pack of shirtless Native Americans.

They weren't even concerned with you at first not until you had actually ran into Paul.

You looked up after hitting his naked chest and you were captured in his eyes. You were do hyper focused in on his eyes that you could see the little flecks of gold interlaced with the dark brown. And warmth filled in your blood and your skin, and suddenly it didn't matter that you'd probably just made a fool of yourself.

But Paul was horrified and he let it show on his face. He was dating Rachel. He had just started dating Rachel and he had imprinted.

So whilst you sat there, mouth gaping as you watched the half-naked guy who'd you ran into start to shake with anger, and the other people around him were holding onto him attempting to calm him down, you were grabbed by the arms by a set of warm hands.

And then whoever was pulling you and holding you in their arms away from the angry man, spoke.

"Hey! Listen it'll all be okay. He just gets ma-"

He had turned you around, making eye contact with you. It was supposed to be reassuring but it only seemed to cause panic to ripple throughout everyone around you.

But why? Why was it such a big deal? What was even happening?

The man, also shirtless held eye contact almost longer than the other one. But staring into his eyes, you could feel your insides shifting.

As if they were making room and locking into place.

As if you were finally complete.

Your breath was knocked out of you and warmth filled you once again. But it was a different kind.

It traveled into your blood and your skin. All the way through your body and down to your toes. And yet you were shivering.

A shaky breath turned into a small, "Hi." from you and the man, who you'd later find out was Embry Call, smiled only faintly.

It was awkward after that. The mysterious men walked away, with trouble of course.

Paul, you'd also find out was shaking with anger and Embry was only reduced to a confused, upset puppy. Mopping behind the pack while they made their way into the forest.

You thought you would see the last of them. But that didn't happen as they were in your English and History class.

At first, they weren't sure how this was supposed to work. And even their wolves seemed confused. Not sure if they should fight each other or share.

It wasn't normal.

But it was what it was, so after a few awkward conversations with Sam and multiple heated arguments with each other, Embry and Paul came to the conclusion they would let you decide.

You would see them both a lot then. It was almost confused about how much these two boys cared. You became friends with them immediately but found it odd that they were always flanking you on both sides like body guards.

Paul was the first to notice that although he had imprinted on you and they had agreed that they would let you decide, he found that he still loved Rachel. He cared for you more than anything could be described but he didn't see his future flashing at him with you cuddled into him or even kissing you. You were there in his head, but you almost felt like a sister or a best friend. A very best friend.

He tried hiding it, feeling as if it would be shameful to not feel anything but immense love for his imprint in a way that meant they'd be lovers.

But when Embry revealed himself to you as a wolf and they both took you to the bonfire, you were more than fine with it.

Paul didn't come out right and tell you he only thought of you as a best, best friend.

It was you who said, "Paul...I do-don't really think of you like that. I mean...I know you imprinted on me and Embry did, too. But I feel a different kind of...feeling when I'm with Embry then I'm with you."

You had bitten your lip, face growing pale.

You had expected him to get that hurt look in his eyes that Em did when you said you had to get up from cuddling to use the bathroom, but instead you were pulled into a suffocating hug.

And then Paul was laughing a happy laugh and almost like he couldn't believe it, his eyes stayed wide open.

"Y/N! I love you, but...I also don't feel that way. I love Rachel. And I love you. But I love you differently than I love Rachel."

Then you were smiling up at him, because you hated thinking you had ruined their relationship and that you'd hurt some poor girl. Paul and Rachel were gonna be okay.

And then there was Embry. He was always nervous, which was out of character for him to those who'd known him his entire life.

He took you to the beach where you first met, of course after getting a stern talking to by Paul himself.

He kissed you against the sand when you both had tripped while only paying attention to each other. His lips warm and soft. You felt his smile when you ran a hand through his cropped, dark hair.

Every second Friday of the month, both Paul and Embry will take you to the beach. Wanting to reminisce on when they first laid their eyes on their imprint.

The three of you walking along the shore.

You holding both of their hands, only difference being that you were leaning into Embry.

You leaned your head on Em's shoulder then.

For it always raining, the sun sure did shine today.

"I love you, both. You know?"

Paul smiled, squeezing your hand.

Embry let out a puff of air throw his nose with a happy little snort, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"Yeah."

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The Chains (Bucky x oc) Imagine

Just an imagine with my OC, Diana. Feel free to request something

I read back through it and honestly I forgot Nat is dead, so she fucking alive cause fuck Russo's. 

“Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies”

The sun was rising as they both laid on the bed. 

Satin sheets and naked skin.

Only a few hours ago, Bucky had come home from yet another mission with Sam. 

And it wasn’t a good mission. Too many casualties, too many tiny mistakes that led to hostages dying on their and Nat’s watch. 

The mission was up against a few ex-HYDRA assassins who were digging for secrets from SHIELDS old files and wanted to hurt those who hurt them by holding the families of agents, hostage. 

They didn’t talk but, she could tell he wouldn’t want to anyways. Only tracing his sharp jawline, knowing the thoughts that were going through his head weren’t happy ones. 

“And if, you don't love me now You will never love me again”

“Diana! If you’re trying to change me-”

“I’m not saying stop doing mission completely-”

“-then you can just forget it because if you can’t love me now, you won’t love me in the future!” 

“-I’m just saying that- James! I’m just saying you need to take a break or this is going to kill you” 

They’d been fighting all morning and it hadn’t let up. 

Only a few weeks since the horrible mission gone wrong situation had happened and Bucky had volunteered for a mission that was all the way in Russia.

 He had been training at odd times and he started having nightmares of his victims again, but of course, he refused to talk about what was happening to him with Diana. 

This had happened a few times before during their relationship and usually she could talk him down to staying home for a while and recovering. 

But this time, it was different. He was more colder and more persistent that he needed to be out in the field. He was also defensive and tried to assume that Diana only meant bad things about the way she knew how to help him. 

Diana was close to tears and let one slip down her cheek before roughly rubbing at it. Ignoring Bucky’s cold eyes, softening only a fraction as his sight followed the tear. 

“Go then.” She sniffled and turned her head when he tried reaching up for her face. 

He then marched out of her sight and slammed the door, shaking the floorboards and almost breaking the door off it’s hinges. 

“I can still hear you saying You would never break the chain (Never break the chain)”

“I feel like...I’m stuck. Like up chained...still. Is that stupid?” Bucky asked, scratching at the lose frays in his black jeans. He was sitting on a couch in his therapist, Dr. Sally’s office for his monthly appointment. 

“No.” Dr. Sally’s soft and motherly voice filled the room, but it did nothing to ease Bucky’s worries. “No, it’s not stupid to feel like you’re still chained to them. Tell me more about what thoughts you’ve been having lately?” 

Bucky sat up a little straighter but kept his head down so his hair would work as a shield for him and his emotions. 

“I keep having...this nightmare over and over again. Dee, she’s noticed, but she doesn’t ask. But in the nightmare...I’m helpless. I’m in the...chair and they’re about to erase my memory again. And I can’t see her but I can hear Diana crying for me in the darkness behind me.” Tears started to escape his eyes at the thought of her getting hurt by HYDRA, by anyone. “Then Pierce steps into the light, everything is always dark there...and he looks...smug. Then he laughs at me. And he says ‘You would never break the chain’ and I wake up, drenched in sweat.” 

Dr. Sally wears a face that can only mean she’s upset he hadn’t come too her sooner about these dark and repetitive dreams. They were unusual after Shuri was able to take HYDRA out of his head and it only meant that he was very stressed that they would come back in nightmares that haunted him even when he was awake. 

“Sergeant Barnes-”

“Bucky.” 

“Bucky, you need to know when to let yourself reset from missions that are harder than others. Even super soldiers need breaks. And these nightmares should go away, but you need to have some time for yourself.” Folding her hands in her lap and leaning in to look him the eyes, she continued, “Now we’ll start by using a new technique to help with these dark thoughts and anxiety you’ve been having. Think about something that makes you happy-”

“Diana”

Dr. Sally only smiled at the interruption, she was expecting the answer after all.

“Break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light”

James Buchanan Barnes was scared to go back home. Scared that this time, after this Russia mission that he’d really fucked up so bad that she wasn’t going to be waiting for him like she usually did for every mission. 

That when he opened the door in front of him, she wouldn’t be on the living room couch. Wouldn’t be passed out from waiting up until midnight for him to finally get done with following up with Fury on how the mission had gone via video chat with Nat and Sam. 

She wouldn’t be holding a book that had long since lost it’s rightful page and when she did wake up, she would get frustrated on which page she was on before. 

But Bucky took a deep breath and opened the door. 

She wasn’t on the couch. She wasn’t holding a book. And she wasn’t asleep.

But as he stepped further into the apartment she could hear her breathing in their shared bedroom. 

His silent footsteps led him to the cracked door before he slightly pushed it open. His heart melted as he laid his eyes on the sight before him.

She had fallen asleep in his favorite Henley and one of his tactical jackets that no doubt was making her sweat with how warm it was in the apartment. 

Unfortunately, he stepped on a creaky floorboard and winced when her beautiful eyes cracked open. With a heavy heart he realized that her eyes weren’t puffy from sleep but from crying. 

“James?” her voice croaked and she cleared her throat before rubbing her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s me, Darlin’.” Bucky stepped a little closer as she started to sit up and stretch. 

“Listen Dee, I’m-” He was trying to apologize, but she only gave him a sad look before shaking her head at him, standing up on her knees, and held out her arms for him. 

“It’s okay, Buck. I understand. It’s gonna be okay” 

And as soon as she said those words and looked at him with understanding and love in her eyes, he knew it would be. 

He felt his shoulders finally un-tense and slump in relief. 

Bucky stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, and they laid wrapped in each other's arms talking about random topics. 

“And if you don't love me now You will never love me again I can still hear you saying You would never break the chain (Never break the chain)”

But the chains were breaking, slowly and surely, they were breaking.

And Bucky had so many people to love him, it didn’t matter that he was still a little broken. 

Could you do a fluff image with Embry Call and Paul Lahote from twilight with their imprint? (Like they share an imprint if that makes sense?) thank you so much if you can but if not that’s okay too!💜

So sorry for not answering sooner! I’ve been doing midterms so ugh. I wouldn’t be comfortable with like doing a poly imagine but I wouldn’t mind doing it to where the imprint is like platonic but super close with one and romantic with the other? I appreciate your message and let me know if you’d still like me to do this imagine! 

The Impossible Conclusion- Bucky/OC Soul Mate AU

A/N: Hello! Welcome to my series lovely peeps. I’ll try to make each part as long as I can because with me doing school in August, it’ll be hard for me to give this series the attention it deserves. 

  CHAPTER ONE IS UNDER THE CUT 

Parts of the story: 

Introduction 

I spent my days waiting for you, searching the crowds for your face. I stopped breathing the moment you recognized me, as you captured my soul with your gaze. 

~Christy Ann Martine 

Chapter One 

I think the oddest thing in this peculiar world are dreams. They can be about anything, make no sense, or they can turn into nightmares that make you grasp at your sheets at night. Some people can only see in black and white in dreams and some people completely forget they’ve dreamed at all. Journals can be filled with dreams, scary ones and others can be filled with joy. 

I used to be so good at journaling my dreams in a thick black notebook that was collecting dust on my nightstand table until this morning. 

I had the dream again. 

When I met him for the first time, James or Bucky. 

At this point I don’t even know if I was allowed to whisper his name in my mind. I felt silly even though he’s my soulmate. 

“So Wakanda, what’s that like?” Rhodey was bumbling like an idiot at this point. It was silent in the jet on the way to the beautiful land or so Steve mumbled to me about the place once I had arrived silent as usual, fighting the curve of a smile on my lips when I saw Nat. 

I knew Bucky was there. That he was recovering. It’s all I could focus on, never mind the rejects new styles they had going on. 

And according to Natasha giving me a not-so-subtle heads up in front of the team as well, that he knew who I was. 

He’d never seen me in pictures or even heard my voice on the many news channels talking about my sudden disappearance. But he knew I existed and that I was indeed coming to Wakanda. 

My cheeks were flushed red when I decided there’s no use in hiding my soul mark anymore, choosing to take the hot black jacket I had on, now off, leaving me in a black skin-tight tank top and matching pure black tactical gear pants that felt to be a size too big on me. I never worried about putting armor on. 

And now sitting in the farthest corner, facing one of the many windows over looking outside and down below the jet, all I could feel were Steve’s eyes tracing the name that was very loud on my collarbone. 

I chewed on my lip to fight a smile as I turned to look into his piercing ocean eyes. He was always trying to peak after I confessed who my soulmate was when I met him shortly after the Battle of New York in 2012.

“Hey old man, how have you been?” My voice was quiet and my smile was sheepish as his eyes softened and he walked a few steps before he was beside me. 

“Could be better.” He continued to stare below my neck, only breaking that stare to look me in my eyes when my black locks blocked his view. “How are you? I mean, how are you feeling with going to Wakanda? Fighting?” 

I faced the window again. I knew he wasn’t really asking about how I was about fighting again or about going to this almost magical feeling land called Wakanda. He wanted to know how I felt about finally meeting him. I didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse, especially in this situation. 

I wanted to lie but instead I sighed and let the emotions I was feeling show on my face. 

“Honestly Steve, I don’t know how to feel. How to be. I mean I’m thirty-two. My whole life I always accepted my other half wasn’t alive and now?” I pursed my lips and didn’t continue, otherwise I most likely would’ve spilled everything out. Rogers was good at that. 

I could feel his sadness for me. Steve seemed to have hardened up through the years, but he clasped his hand on my shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. 

“Bucky knows you exist Kol. And he’s not upset that you do, he’s just trying to get it through his head that he has a soul mate.” Steve looked like he wanted to stay more about that particular topic but instead he sighed and smiled at me, watching as I shuffled from side to side, still not used to affection or touch of any kind for years.  “And stop worrying so much or you’ll get sick and I can’t bring Buck’s best girl to him unhealthy when I’m supposed to take care of you when he’s gone!” 

The statement made me sniffle a giggle because Steve tried to act all serious but the amusement in his eyes set me off. 

Whenever everything was okay and Steve just met the shy girl who was supposed to be his best friend’s soulmate he couldn’t believe it really. They would hang out all the time and whenever I’d get hurt or something as little as refusing to get out of my bed in the morning, he would say things like: 

“Now how am I supposed to take care of Buck’s best girl while he’s gone when you’re being this difficult?” 

Always something to that effect and it never failed to make me giggle like an idiot or make me smile through pain after a mission gone wrong. 

“Hey Koletta, do want any pancakes before we go?” 

Wanda’s voice filtered through the door of my dark bedroom and I could see her shadow from underneath the door.  

I had been writing for so long I didn’t realize that it was getting closer to the acceptable time for Wanda and Natasha to be up and walking around in the compound. 

“No thanks sis, but can you make sure to put on the TV in the living room so I don’t scared of hearing my own footsteps?” 

She chuckled and soon after a small goodbye was heard, she was gone. 

They were going out to see Pepper and Tony, maybe Steve. They tried not to tell me because they knew I would get down even more than I already felt. 

I sighed and winced at the sunlight beaming straight into my corneas from my curtains, obviously not doing their job. 

“You ready?” I felt Natasha grasp my hand as she whispered in my ear. We had landed five minutes ago, but I was frozen in my steps that I knew would lead me to my soul mate. Nat stayed back while everyone introduced themselves or were reacquainted and even though I knew I’d have to be introduced like Rhodey, I kept begging the floor to just swallow me whole right then and there. 

“Fuck no.” I sighed out a shaky breath before taking the first step forward, tightening my grip on Nat’s hand before letting go completely. “But, let’s just get this over with and stab some bad guys while we’re at it.” 

I walked with my head down, causing my raven hair to cover my face, and I could clearly hear the commotion around me going on. 

A shiver ran down my spine as I heard a velvet voice chuckle and I just knew. 

“And- Uh this is Koletta Amirite or The Black Dahlia as you know her.” 

Steve’s voice sounded like a distant buzzing sound. Like it wasn’t real and suddenly all I could do was pretend, as I usually do. 

I raised my head and smiled with no teeth, knowing now that my hair was now longer shielding my face...or my mark, that it was definitely clear who I was. I looked at the King of Wakanda first, T’Challa, smiling more widely. 

“Nice to finally meet King T’Challa, Wakanda is a beautiful country it seems.” 

He was smiling or smirking maybe? Either way it looked smug, but in a teasing way. I saw him glance at my mark before his eyes momentarily widened, before he formally introduced himself and welcomed me. 

I could see Princess Shuri not doing anything to hide her somewhat teasing smile beside her brother and I had a feeling I’d absolutely love her personality by the end of all of this. 

And this my eyes swept where I felt I needed to look. It felt like my mind was being tugged at and my heart’s strings were doing everything to remind me that my other half is three feet of the right of me, standing in front of Steve. 

I always wondered how I would have reacted if I had met him, back then I mean. Wondered if fireworks would set off in the sky or if it would feel like nothing happened. Wondered if maybe his eyes would light up with fire in them of passion, love, and all that romantic bullshit. 

But nothing prepared me for seeing the sun shine on his vibranium arm, now golden instead of the silver I’d seen in pictures and videos. No one told me how a few seconds would feel like hours as my eyes fleeted over his still form. And then emerald eyes met a steel blue, my breath hitching momentarily because I forgot to breathe. Fuck. 

He was gorgeous. Breathtaking. So many adjectives could describe him but they would never amount up to just how beautiful he was. 

My body felt like it was weightless, like I was stuck to the ground, and couldn’t move my feet. I felt like I was home finally, like I had just breathed in the breath of life itself. Home.  

His long hair was framing his face well, his strong jawline hidden by a beard that looked well on him. So well on him. His lips were chapped and were a light pink. His tongue swiped over his lips for a second and suddenly I was back on Earth. 

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking by looking over his face for any clues. It was void of any emotion and I knew if I took off the gloves that covered my shaking hands, the same ones that covered my powers up, that if I touched him I would suddenly know exactly what he was thinking. Selfish thinking. 

“James.” I simply said his name, almost down to an impossible to hear whisper. But I knew he heard me because the second I spoke, Bucky’s breath hitched, and his face once void of any emotion was now at ease almost. His pink lips parted and he blinked at me, as if he was expecting me to disappear. 

He didn’t say anything back that day. 

It took me too long to finish that one entry of the continuous dream I would have of meeting him for the first time. I would write a little and suddenly be overwhelmed with anxiety. 

It was one of the reasons I closed myself off from most people nowadays and why I took up a spare bedroom in the Avengers compound, which was now only occupied by Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and me. 

Finally getting up to start the day, I decided maybe today would be better. 

Everybody wants a happy ending, right? But it doesn’t always roll that way.