It starts with snow. And a whisper through the Weave that feels suspiciously like sleigh bells. By December first, the pack can already tell something's... off. Sam Uley swears he feels static under his skin. Jared keeps tripping over coincidences that smell like cinnamon and fate. Paul can't walk past a Christmas carol without his pulse stuttering. Even Leah Clearwater-resident Grinch, breaker of mistletoes, hater of all things merry-is catching the faintest whiff of peppermint-scented destiny. When the elders start muttering about "a season of binding," the wolves of La Push realize what's happening: the Weave has decided it's time for everyone to find their imprint. All of them. Before Christmas Eve. Cue the absolute, sparkling chaos. NINE IMPRINT STORIES ONE BIG FIC Full Warning: Like all Hallmark Christmas movies, this fic is the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff.

Jasper Hale was born to blood and war. He had worn the uniform of the Union, carried the weight of slaughter across centuries, and buried himself in the Cullens' false salvation. But guilt is a brand deeper than any scar, and when he nearly lost himself in Bella Swan's blood, Jasper knew he couldn't stay. He fled north, into the cold. Into exile. Into Montana. Elkhorn Ranch was meant to be penance. A place where the days were carved out of ice and bone, where silence pressed down heavier than the snow. He came there as a ghost, another drifter with calloused hands and eyes too old to meet. But fate had already marked him. Wyatt Rose Uley was branded long before Jasper laid eyes on her. Born in La Push, she had carried the weight of an absent father, a brother who turned into something monstrous after she ran, and a mother who had nothing left to give. Wyatt carved her own way out-eighteen years old, a duffel bag and a sharp tongue, rodeo summers and brutal winters that kept her alive. She was fire and grit. He was ash and ruin. And when they met, the world shifted. What began as barbs in the frozen dark bled into something more dangerous: a hunger that burned hotter than the firewood in the bunkhouse stove. He called her Rosebud when she spat curses at him. She called him pretty boy when she should have called him predator. They bickered, they laughed, and somewhere between, they bled into each other. He thought he had come to Montana to disappear. She thought she had come to Montana to survive. But Alice Cullen had already seen it-the long winter nights, the stars stretched like scars across the sky, the moment Jasper Hale would meet the woman who would undo him. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some loves are carved out of ruin. And some fires brand you forever. This is Branded. A Southern Gothic tale of ghosts, cowboys, and a love too sharp to let go.

Magnolia Mercy McClain wasn't supposed to end up in La Push. But after a residency placement at a remote tribal clinic, the tough, freckled herbalist-turned-doctor from the hills of Appalachia finds herself knee-deep in stitches, secrets, and one seriously bad-tempered patient. Paul Lahote survived the Volturi. Barely. A year after the battle, he's still raw, haunted, and more wolf than man most days. The last thing he needs is some tiny blonde with a stubborn streak and a silver tongue digging into old wounds-literally and emotionally. She doesn't know he's a shifter. She doesn't know he's imprinted on her. And he sure as hell isn't telling her. But Maggie McClain has magic in her blood, and Paul's not the only one drawn to it. As ancient forces begin to stir in the shadows of the Pacific Northwest, two souls-bound by fate and fighting it-might have to choose: burn together, or flicker out alone. Paul Lahote X OC Post Breaking Dawn WARNING: Mature themes

Piper Valentine hadn't planned on moving to La Push. Nobody plans to move to a place that smells like sea salt, pine sap, and other people's history. She told herself it would be temporary-just a year of awkward dinners with her dad's new wife, Tiffany Call, and her quiet, infuriatingly polite stepson, Embry. Then college. Then freedom. What she didn't plan on was Jared Cameron-the boy who grinned like sunlight breaking through storm clouds and looked at her as if she'd tilted his entire universe off its axis. He was loud, charming, and impossible to pin down. One minute a joke, the next a riddle. Piper couldn't decide if he was hiding something or if he was something-some strange, beautiful anomaly in the equation of her life. And she wasn't wrong. Because Jared Cameron was keeping a secret that didn't just defy reason-it rewrote it. In a town where everyone knows everyone, The Surprisingly Complex Physics of Piper Valentine is about the way people collide, the gravity that pulls them together, and what happens when fate stops being theoretical. #1 - JaredCameron 11/11/25 #1- PaulLahote 11/11/25 #2- Imprint 11/11/25 #2- EmbryCall 11/11/25 #1- NewMoon 11/13/25

Five years after the Cullens left Forks, Paul Lahote is twenty-three, angry, and famous. He should be on top of the world-frontman of Of Saints and Sins, a metalcore band tearing through the U.S. tour circuit with his brothers Jared, Quil, and Embry. Packed-out venues, sweaty pits, screaming fans. Whiskey, hotel rooms, girls he never remembers in the morning. But fame doesn't silence the ghosts. Paul still drinks to drown the things he can't forget: the blood, the war, and the vision of his own death that never left his bones. His friends think he's just hotheaded. The truth is darker. When their tour manager finally quits mid-run, sick of Paul's temper and self-destruction, the label sends in someone new. Mira Carver. Southern-born. Red hair, blue eyes, accent sharp enough to cut. She's witty, stubborn, motherly in ways the boys don't know they need-and completely unprepared for the chaos of babysitting four wolves disguised as rockstars. The second Paul sees her, the world shifts. The imprint slams into him like a breakdown riff-inescapable, undeniable. But fate isn't a song he can scream his way through. The harder he tries to resist her, the more she gets under his skin. Three months on the road. Sweltering Southern nights, the smell of whiskey and sweat clinging to the air. Motel rooms. Afterparties. Crowds roaring his name. And Mira-too close, too good, too much of a miracle for a man who thinks he's already damned. She's sin wrapped in salvation. And Paul Lahote was never good at resisting either. Southern Gothic grit meets the sweaty chaos of the metalcore scene in this Twilight continuation. For fans of fated love, broken boys, and stories that taste like whiskey, cigarette smoke, and blood-red stage lights. Warning: slow burn #1- Jared Cameron 9/24/25 #1-metalcore 9/24/25 #4- Appalachia 9/24/25 #1- Jasper Hale 9/29/25

The last snowstorm of the year wasn't supposed to happen. Not in April. Not when everything was finally starting to feel normal. But one moment can break a life open. Tala Lahote has always been the steady one-the girl who kept her reckless best friend Jared Cameron and her fiery twin brother Paul from tearing each other apart. Since third grade, they've been a trio everyone knew: Paul, Jared, and Tally. Unbreakable. Unshakable. Until the night the snow came early. Until the drive no one can forget. Until the crash that left Tala fighting for her life-and changed all of them forever. As Tala faces a future she never asked for, something in the space between them shifts. Instead of pulling away, Jared stays. He stays through the surgeries, the long nights, the grief. He stays when Paul can't hold it together and Tala doesn't know how to keep breathing. And when something ancient and unexplainable begins to awaken in Jared-when he starts to understand what she has always meant to him-he realizes the accident didn't just break them. It bound them in a way nothing ever could. Told in raw, unflinching detail, When the Sky Fell is a story about grief, resilience, and a love that survives even when everything else falls apart. Jared Cameron X OC TWILIGHT - BREAKING DAWN #1 Imprint 07/08/25 #1 Leah Clearwater 07/08/25

Liora Clementine Crawford is not the quiet new girl. She's got wildfire hair, sharp blue eyes, and a voice like golden hour - loud, warm, and a little too honest. She paints on everything she owns, makes mixtapes like spells, and has no patience for the stares of small-town boys. When her mother - a chaotic artist - drags the family to Forks chasing "inspiration," and her mystery-writer father sets up shop to write his next novel, Liora figures she'll survive senior year the same way she always does: laughing too loud and pretending not to care. Then she meets Edward Cullen. Cold. Quiet. Perfect in the way Greek statues are perfect - carved, haunted, untouchable. He looks at her like she's a problem he can't solve. Like he's afraid to breathe too close. And for good reason. Because Edward Cullen - monster, mind-reader, forever seventeen - just met his mate. And she's not soft-spoken or submissive or safe. She's sunlight. All color and noise and soul. And he has no idea how to handle a girl made of fire when all he's ever known is shadow. She doesn't fall for him immediately. She calls him out. She jokes. She paints him without asking. And every time he tries to read her mind, all he hears is music and color and light. Liora isn't afraid of monsters. But Edward's afraid of her. Because fate gave him exactly what he needed. And now he has to become someone who deserves her.

Seventeen-year-old Wren McKinley has spent her whole life tucked into the shadowy hollers of West Virginia, raised on whispered warnings, ghost stories, and superstitions that most modern folks have long forgotten. But after the sudden death of her parents, Wren is uprooted - sent to live with her aunt in the cold, gray town of Forks, Washington, where the mist clings too long and the trees watch too closely. Wren doesn't fit in with the rain-soaked kids at Forks High. Her red hair, thick Appalachian accent, and quiet, steel-edged stubbornness set her apart. But it's not just homesickness gnawing at her stomach. It's the way the air sharpens when she walks past the pale-skinned Cullens. The way her grandmother's old charms hum against her skin when one particular Cullen - Jasper Hale - sets his golden eyes on her. Wren knows evil when she sees it. And Jasper Hale? He's death dressed in a school uniform. Jasper Hale X OC Enemies to Lovers twilight - breaking dawn Warning: mature themes

all light, no shadows Edward Cullen walked away. He left Bella Swan in the woods with nothing but an echo of his goodbye. But instead of falling apart, Bella discovers someone who refuses to let her vanish into the dark-Jacob Black. He's reckless and warm and infuriatingly stubborn, a wildfire of sunlight she never saw coming. With him, she doesn't just survive-she burns. Engines roar in Billy's garage. Waves crash against La Push cliffs. And beneath it all, secrets howl in the night: wolves, hunters, and a world far more dangerous than Bella ever imagined. When the Cullens return, Edward finds Bella changed. Stronger. Sharper. Already tethered to someone who didn't run. The boy who left her is nothing compared to the boy who stayed. Now Bella must decide where she belongs: with the shadows that broke her, or with the fire that remade her. In this New Moon rewrite, the story doesn't fade to black. It blazes. #1- newmoon 11/3/25 #1- blackpack 11/3/25

an old gods love story set where the wolves still run. If you walk the La Push cliffs at twilight, you can feel it - that hum under the stone. The Weave. The heartbeat of the world remembering. Seth Clearwater never meant to fall in love with a girl who smelled like cedar smoke and Carolina rain. But when Sophie Carver looked at him across a crowded frat party, the earth went still. The wolves inside him went silent. The universe blinked. Now the sea tastes like iron, the dreams won't quit bleeding, and something ancient is waking in the dark. Sophie's a panther shifter - first of her kind in twenty years - daughter of the Lumbee bloodline that once kept the Old Gods asleep. Seth's a wolf who thought he understood fate. Together, they're the spark that splits the sky open. Because the Weave is stirring. And when the gods remember your name- love stops being a blessing. It becomes a reckoning.