My funniest headcanon is that Emily is soulmates with Leah's ex and Leah is soulmates with Emily's ex. These stupid sisters are exchanging men casually while the pack is going insane with the drama. Also, since Emily had a habit of dating super toxic men/women before finally meeting Sam, Leah's imprint is a straight up monster.
"Leah, you're supposed to be the smart one with the good taste in men! I'm the one who fucks red flags, if you start doing it too our family is doomed!" Emily wails furiously.
"Hey!" Sam frowns offended. "I'm not a red flag!"
"You stalked me and clawed my face, baby. You're a whole ass red carpet," Emily snarks while Leah and Seth fall off their chairs laughing.
Anyway, Emily tries to poison her ex, Leah's imprint ugh, to death everyday because she knows his true self, but Leah is just going heart eyes while her sister and her imprint fight. Some of her two favorite people, rolling around in the mud like unruly pups. Her heart feels full.
"Is that what we were like," Leah asks Sam fondly while he looks on horrified as his girlfriend revs her car to run over an imprint!
"That's against the pack rules, Emily!" Sam sobs.
"FUCK YOUR PACK RULES, SAM! I'M SAVING MY BABY!"
The rest of the pack are confused as to whether they should protect their sister's imprint or cheer for mommy. Seth is cheering and standing on standby in case anyone tries to stop Emily from killing that pos whose trying to steal his sister. Leah is eating popcorn and enjoying the show because no one knows better than her the nature of her imprint. Her wolf warned her on day 1 and she's smarter than her brothers so she controls her besotted mind better. Anyway, it's nice to see his ass kicked... she would rub balm over it later on hehehe
Jacob comes back from wherever the Cullens went off to live because he is dying from jealousy. Blackwater is always endgame for me, but also why shouldn't Leah have a harem? But Jake for sure cannot have Nessie because that's the baby he raised and in this house we don't believe in grooming! Anyway, Jacob comes back crying and snarling at the man that Leah is paying attention to, and he's very confused at all these feelings of extreme homicide towards an imprint. The pack is straight up horrified because how could a wolf ever hate an imprint so much?!
But well, Jake and Leah's wolves have been mates since the beginning of time, and they will be mates till the end of time. It might take them a few years to get there, a bit more than a decade even.. but they will end up together. Until then, Jake keeps his fingers crossed and prays to the ancestor wolves that Emily succeeds in murdering his beloved Leah's 'soulmate'.
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Whumptober No. 2 - Cornered, Caged, Confrontation
On to day two, with a continuation of the supernatural story started in Whumptober No.1 .
This time, a man comes to in an unfamiliar place...
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Owen woke up in a bedroom that wasn’t his own with no memory of how he got there. This wasn’t the first time such a thing had happened to him, although that was little comfort in the moment.
It was a small room, but tidy. Matching mahogany floors, bureau, and vanity with a spotty mirror. Pink and white patterned wallpaper in a frieze-filling-dado design that gave Owen the impression of being stuck in someone’s small intestines. Matching frilly pink bedspread on a bed that Owen’s feet hung off of.
A spike of pain drove itself deep into his guts and Owen sat up sharply, kicking up a cloud of dust from his pillow. There was a clarity that came with the pain, pain that had dominated his whole life.
It had been late afternoon by the time the plane touched down in America. There had been flight delays. An annoyance to some but disaster for Owen as the hours ticked by, bringing moonrise ever closer. Thankfully Monsieur Jacque always took such possibilities into consideration when organizing the cirque’s travel plans so there was still time to prepare, but not enough time to really ease Owen’s mind. He remembered Maman rubbing comforting circles into his back, Adrienne resting her hand reassuringly on his arm without fear for the whole journey. His insides twisting the whole flight, whether from nerves or something more sinister Owen couldn’t say.
The airport had been too much. Too noisy, too many smells, his senses on edge, already heightening. He’d excused himself, asked Raquel to take care of his luggage while he tried to collect himself in the nearest restroom, convince his body to hold it together for just a while longer, that he wouldn’t need to Change for a hours still, that everyone was still safe.
There had been… someone else there. A vibrant orange and gold smell of sun warmed sand and fresh ash. Then pain, a different kind of pain, blooming across the back of his head. Then he was here.
Owen’s hand instinctively felt for the back of his head, searching through his dark curls for anything amiss, but he only found scars that were supposed to be there.
The bed frame groaned in relief as he got to his feet slowly, head sweeping back and forth. The air smelled… pale yellow. Stale and faintly of dried roses. But there was something else, a sharp red human smell wafting in from under the closed bedroom door. Strong, fresh. Someone must be standing right on the other side.
“Hello?” Owen called out in english. He really didn’t want to consider the possibility that he wasn’t even in America anymore. “Is someone there? Please I- I’m not sure what’s happened…”
Floorboards squeaking, he took a cautious step closer to the door. It was heavy, noticeably heavier compared to the almost doll-like furnishings of the rest of the room. Its knob glimmered a familiar silver in the lamplight.
The hair stood up on the back of Owen’s neck. “Please I have to- I need to leave or something… something very bad is going to happen.”
“Now now, there’s no need to talk in such obscurities.” The voice on the other side of the door was American, feminine and soft, almost quavering in a way that reminded Owen of elderly Mrs. Chi when she instructed him on how to lay out the platform for her granddaughters’ act so that it would catch the spotlight just so. “We call a spade a spade here, and a werewolf a werewolf.”
Something constricted in Owen’s chest, his breath hitching. It felt… unspeakably vulnerable that this person, this stranger, knew and spoke so brazenly about something so deeply personal about himself. Unsettling. Shameful.
His stomach turned unpleasantly and Owen stumbled, pressing his hand to his abdomen. “Then… then you know I- I have to get out of here. I have to get away from people. I’m not safe…” Owen licked his lips, surprised by the dullness of his teeth. “What time is it? The next full moon isn’t for seven hours but my… my head feels odd…”
“Oh, that would probably be because the full moon is due to rise in…” A pause in which dread leadened Owen’s heart. “Two hours and fifty-seven minutes.”
No. No, it couldn’t be, it couldn’t be, and yet the way his bones ached in anticipation of their new form, the way his scars prickled like seams waiting to be split open, he knew it was true, that the Change was imminent.
“I’m afraid you woke a bit earlier than was desired, but I suppose that’s to be expected,” the voice continued in its soft, bright way. “Very resilient werewolves, even when it’s not the night of a full moon. Add to that your considerable mass and I should be thankful the dose of ketamine worked on you at all.”
“Please,” Owen implored, pressing himself up against the door, the red scent of the stranger filling his nostrils. Saliva followed by disgust filled his mouth and Owen forced himself to swallow. “Please, I don’t know what you want but it won’t be safe for anyone when I- I Change. This door won’t be able to hold it back, the whole house won’t stop it.”
“Ah, and I’m sure you’d like for me to throw the door wide open, wouldn't you,” the voice mused knowingly. “What’s it the Big Bad Wolf said? ‘Little pig, little pig, let me come in’? Yes, Roy and I know all about the kinds of tricks monsters like you use, and we won’t be falling for them, not this time. Why, if she didn’t care about you so much I’d have had the demon plant a sprig of wolfsbane in your eye to be rid of you and do the world a service.” She spoke with relish and Owen jerked back as if she’d struck him through solid wood. “But perhaps once you’ve served your purpose I can have him finish the job… yes, yes I’m sure that can be arranged.”
There was a shuffling sound and the human scent grew fainter, and despite it all Owen threw himself back at the door, pleading as his fist and elbow pounded against the frame.
“No! No, please, I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to hurt anyone! I need to get away from people, don’t you see!”
The voice tittered, and Owen wasn’t sure he’d have heard the reply if his ears had not been sharpened by the proximity of the Change. “Don’t worry, beast. There is no better cage than the one you’re already in.”
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