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alexagirlie · 8 months ago

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We Daren't Go A-Hunting for Fear of Little Men - Chapter 4

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(a/n not me updating this fic after working on chapter 4 for 2 years, Please be proud of me and give me all the love)

Fandom: Dune

Ship: Paul x OMC, Paul x Duncan

Summary: They stuck to the edge of the cliffs and looked down onto what they could see used to be the enemy camp, now abandoned.

It was located near an ancient ritual site set down at the base of the bluff, the beach spotted with debris and still smoldering fire pits. The enemy must have known they were coming and knowing they were at a disadvantage down in the gulf, they had abandoned their camp.

Warnings: Magic au. Fantasy au. Battle. Injury. Blood. Near death experience. Old Gods. Minor Charactor Deaths. Bit of implief smut at the beginning.

Taglist: @succnfuccubus @softhecreator @almostg @gatoenlaciudad

Duncan made a full recovery from the wounds he had suffered during the attack on Caladan. A fortnight of rest in combination with the green, herby tasting concoction from the healers really did the job, and any lingering ache in his gut was soothed. It didn't fix the ache in his heart or the pit in his stomach that followed his conversation with Paul, but then nothing but time would help with that. He had done the right thing in turning the younger man down, he had.

As soon as Duncan had been cleared to return to active duty, he jumped right into preparing his soldiers for the next assault. He had to get his body back to proper fighting shape, and he used the increased workload to try and not to think about what Paul was getting up to with his new friend behind closed doors. A difficult task as Xander was now one of the Atreides' Warmasters, both for the elite group of soldiers Duncan trained personally and for Paul.

Duncan had approached the Queen about retaining Xander as a tutor to expand Paul's magical education. Lady Jessica had been hesitant at first; she had trained Paul in the magiks of her own sisterhood, the Bene Gesserit, but eventually acknowledged that expanding Paul's education would be a valuable endeavour. Bene Gesserit teachings would help Paul with handling court intrigue and decision making, but Arcane Magik was designed for war and was a skill he should know.

The decision to offer Xander a contract to train the soldiers paid for itself almost immediately as the Atreides spy network discovered that it was their long time enemy, the Geidi Prime Empire, ruled by Vladamir Harkonnen, that had orchestrated the attack on Caladan. They had hired a company of mercenaries from a clan of warriors who worshiped CASONO and EASATH, the gods of dishonourable battle. These mercenaries were known to employ both swordsman and mages alike, so the specialized training Xander could offer would be incredibly beneficial.

When they finally received a new report about the remaining mercenaries within their borders, it was to inform the King that a camp had been found in the western woods, a mere 10 kilometers outside of the capital. Duncan couldn't help but be relieved by the news, as sitting idly had never worked well for him. He needed to deal with this threat to his King and his home.

It would also offer a relief from being in Paul's presence. Duncan had attempted to get over his feelings for the prince but had so far been unsuccessful, and he hoped distance and a good fight would help.

Paul had seemed his normal self after Duncan rejected him; he treated Duncan no differently in public nor in their private interactions. Duncan could admit he was now more aware of the not-so subtle looks Paul gave him and the intense way the Prince watched Duncan, especially during training. But Paul had always looked at Duncan like that; the only difference was that Duncan now knew the emotions behind the scrutiny.

The only real change was a new habit of Duncan catching Paul in compromising situations with his new paramour. One such incident had occurred in the secluded hallway which led to Duncan's quarters after dinner on a warm evening.

Duncan had just changed out of his dinner attire and into a set of threadbare training clothes, with plans for a short private training session, when he stumbled across Paul with a cornered Xander in an alcove. Paul had Xander pushed up against the wall and the Prince was on his knees for him.

Duncan couldn't see exactly what was happening, but the motion of Paul's head, the fingers threaded through his curls, and Xander bitten off moans gave him a pretty good idea of what act was occuring. He had quickly snuck back to his room, chest churning with a mix of jealousy and arousal, and had to take himself in hand. His back was pressed against the closed door, head thrown back, panting hard enough to make his chest heave. It took barely a dozen strokes before he was spilling over his fingers, and his gut filled with shame and guilt.

When he received the orders to deal with the remaining mercenaries, he had been filled with relief at the chance to put some distance between himself and Paul. Duncan wasted no time in gathering his best unit of men and made ready to head out and investigate the reports.

It was too good to be true, however, and it was as though the gods decided to mock Duncan's relief at escaping the Prince and his lover when the King ordered that Paul and Xander were to accompany the party, as their arcane knowledge would be a great asset. Duncan had no reason to deny the King's request, and so the next day, on foot and with just light supplies, the group headed out.

The morning dawned cold and wet, typical for the early fall season in Caladan, and Duncan led the party out the south end of the city. Duncan wanted to make sure they had the element of surprise, so the decision was made that they would travel the long way around to the area where the reports stated the Geidi Empire soldiers were camped out.

Duncan kept the group at a brisk pace; they kept chatting to a minimum and made excellent time. The sun had just reached its highest zenith when they reached the western coastline. They followed the cliff edge until it met the southwest edge of the woods. They made a fast meal of jerky and fresh, sweet apples before Duncan divided his men into groups of twelve to begin their search.

The woods were still, the space between the tall fir trees dark and thick with a dense rolling fog that came in from the ocean. The air smelled of salt and damp.

They searched for hours, up and down the coastline and in the thick woods, but found no sign of the enemy. The sun was well past midday now, and Duncan knew they only had a few hours of daylight left at best.

As each group met back up at their designated rendezvous point, one of Duncan's men finally found a clue. As the fog had cleared throughout the day, a column of black smoke appeared in the distance, further south along the coastline than they had been searching.

Duncan had his men, Paul, and Xander ready themselves before they began to march in that direction.

It took nearly an hour but finally they came to a clearing at the edge of the cliffs, the ground filled with lush, soft looking grass and full red blooms, firelillies.

A bad omen.

Firelillies only grew on ground where blood had been spilt with malice and bad intent. A warning and reminder to any that see them.

They stuck to the edge of the cliffs and looked down onto what they could see used to be the enemy camp, now abandoned.

Duncan pulled Paul and Xander aside to discuss their next move. He looked to Paul first. "What do you want to do?" Duncan could tell that Paul was surprised at Duncan seeking his council. Duncan had almost a decade of experience in this area, and Paul was just there as magical support.

Paul snuck a quick glance at Xander before he met Duncan's eyes again.

Duncan waited as Paul gave his question some thought. "I think we need to go down and check the area for anything they could have left behind."

Duncan held back a grin at Paul's tone, his decision sounding more like a question than a statement. He was right but still needed more experience to build his confidence up. He nodded at Paul to let the younger man know he agreed.

Duncan looked to Xander next. "Can you sense their magic? Would you know if any traps or wards have been laid?" He asked.

Xander's eyes flashed an even brighter shade of blue before he closed them, his head tilted to the side as though he was listening for something.

Duncan swallowed down his impatience as they waited in silence to see what their resident magik expert could detect.

When Xander finally opened his eyes, his answer was not what Duncan had hoped to hear.

"They left their wards up but just knowing that they are there should mean we won't have much trouble passing them. They were most likely used to keep away the local wildlife." Xander paused and licked his lips nervously. Duncan did not like that. "That place… it feels off. What was it, this place?"

Paul was the one who answered. "It used to be a ritual site, a place to make sacrifices to the old gods. It hasn't been used since my grandfather's time, when worshiping the old gods fell out of style."

Xander nodded, a contemplative look on his face. "I won't be able to tell more until we have passed the wards, but we should be careful all the same. Best to refresh the glyphs before we begin our descent."

Decision made, they quickly redrew the warding on their armor and weapons before Duncan and Paul led the men towards the narrow path which cut into the side of the cliff. They left half the men at the top of the incline to guard their retreat, then began the trek down to the beach.

The path was narrow and crumbling, and they could only move two or three men across at any time, so it was slow going.

Duncan knew without needing to ask when they reached the edge of the wards; even he could feel that strange brush of something foreign against his mind. Telling him to turn back, that there was no reason for them to continue down the path.

Knowing the ward was there made it easy for the group to shrug off its effects, but the closer they descended towards the camp, the more Duncan could tell that the mages of the group were still affected by something. As they stepped off the path and onto the sandy shore, both Paul and Xander began to appear very ill. Their pallor changed, getting paler and paler, almost translucent. Their eyes seemed to sink in, with deep purple bruises forming underneath.

Duncan had to steady the prince as he stumbled over an exposed root. "What's wrong? What's happening?"

Paul shook his head sluggishly “I'm not sure…” Paul answered slowly, “it just feels wrong.”

They both turned to look at Xander for answers and Duncan was startled by the mage's appearance. His eyes were completely black with dark veins spreading out over his face, and his skin gone completely white.

His breathing was shallow, his chest moving rapidly, and he sounded out of breath as he answered their silent question. “They have done something to the site,” he explained, “something to corrupt its energy. They have made it dark and twisted. We need to proceed with caution.”

Duncan nodded, “slowly then.”

The group cautiously moved towards the stretch of beach in front of the entrance, the white sand littered with broken pieces of old broken bones and campfire debris. The walls around the entrance were covered in symbols. Runes and Glyphs depicted the Old Gods, including the mother Goddess EVIKA, but Duncan could also make out symbols for NINURTA, LANUARIA and GALAR, all a part of the original pantheon of Gods from which all others were descended from.

As they crossed the last few meters to the cave, both Paul and Xander stumbled and fell to their knees. The mage had his hands clenched on either side of his head, his eyes closed, and face pinched with pain. The prince was fully hunched over, and Duncan could hear the soft pained sounds that escaped his throat.

He rushed to Paul's side and grabbed his shoulders and knelt down so he could look into Paul's face. The Prince's eyes were completely black now too, and were wet with tears of pain.

Duncan was just opening his mouth to give the order for them to retreat, that they needed to regroup and assess whatever was happening to Paul and Xander, when crazed laughter sounded from deeper in the cave. It got louder and louder until a hooded figure stepped into the fading light.

"How the mighty House of Atreides has fallen, hiring a dark mage when they have a Bene Gesserit witch married into the family." The voice was feminine, husky and sickly sweet. When she threw her hood back, a long dark braid streaked with silver fell over her shoulder. Her face was heart shaped and would be devastatingly beautiful if it wasn't for the crazed look in her eyes, the taint of insanity in the cruel twist of her lips, and the arch of her brows.

She started to cackle uncontrollably as the sun fell behind the edge of the trees and distant mountains, casting long shadows across the beach.

"You will fall under the power of ANHARCATH!” she shrieked, and her eyes bled black.

The shadows inside the cave begin to lengthen and stretch out and come alive as tendrils which never quite settled on a form. The mage’s control over whichever god they had tried to summon was incomplete, which meant it could not take full form. It shifted between vaguely humanoid shapes, but was taller than any man Duncan had ever seen, with limbs too long and great antlers upon its head.

Duncan felt the clench of cold fear in his gut, and he could feel the sweat gathering at the small of his back. Duncan had never felt this kind of fear before, not even when he was laying on the cold stone, dying from the stab wound to his gut. He spared a quick thought that it must be a power belonging to ANHARCATH before he began ordering his men into attack formations.

Paul was barely on his feet, swaying and using his staff to hold himself upright. Xander was standing under his own power, but he looked inhuman, his eyes completely black and shiny, like the scales of a deep sea fish. From the tips of his fingers, magik sparked and fell with black lightning as he moved to intercept ANHARCATH, and with a wave of his hand, a wall of light blocked ANHARCATH from attacking. Or it did for a minute before it disappeared, but ANHARCATH raised one claw tipped shadow hand and swiped out, cutting through armour and flesh as the first of Duncan men fell in a spray of blood.

The battle was chaotic; Duncan could barely keep up as ANHARCATH attacked on the command of the mercenary caster. ANHARCATH not being fully manifested in their plane did not stop his men from falling under the onslaught, one after another. The sand had grown muddy and wet with their spilled blood.

Paul managed to find the strength to stand and was fighting with the enemy caster. She clearly did not have experience in close range combat, as Duncan could see how Paul's attacks threw her off balance and made many spells pitter out and die uncast. It was lucky as while Paul was standing, he was clearly unsteady, and only two decades of intense training kept him going.

Duncan was torn between moving to help his Prince or aiding his men, and the equally unsteady Xander was fighting off one of the most reviled gods in their pantheon.

Xander took the decision out of Duncan's hands when he threw a short blade in the swordmasters direction. When Duncan caught the blade, he could see that it had strange glowing symbols sloppily written along the metal.

"Kill her and whatever spell she used to summon ANHARCATH should end. Use that blade!"

Decision made, Duncan rushed to Paul's side, intercepting a dagger the mercenary witch had aimed at Paul's throat. A swing of the enchanted sword and her arm went flying in a spray of blood, severed just above the elbow.

She wailed in agony, clutching the stump of her arm while blood continued to drip through her fingers onto the sand.

Her face twisted in hatred. “I'll fucking kill you!” she screeched, thrusting her blood soaked hand in their direction, a ball of vibrant purple lighting crackling in her palm.

‘FREEZE!’ The power of Paul's command in The Voice was shocking, given how weak he appeared, but it was strong enough that even Duncan found himself frozen for several long seconds by proximity. The mercenary mage was hit with the full power of that command, and she trembled in place, chest barely moving with her breath.

It almost felt dishonourable to take advantage, but the command had no effect on ANHARCATH, and another of Duncan's men fell to its shadowy form. The fight needed to end, and it needed to end now.

It only took Duncan three long strides to cross the distance and one well practiced strike to sink the enchanted blade deep into her chest, puncturing her heart. He watched her face go slack and saw the shine of life leave her eyes before he ripped the blade from her flesh, and she crumbled to the ground, dead.

As soon as the woman hit the dirt, an inhuman wail left the shadowy form of ANHARCATH, like the pained cry of some sort of dying animal. It shrieked and growled as its form grew fainter and fainter until it faded away to nothing. The silence on the beach was shocking after the chaos of the fight.

Duncan rushed to Paul's side, checking the Prince over for any serious injury but besides a few scraps, he seemed no worse for wear. The black was fading from his eyes and some colour had returned to his face, a wash of pink under the dirt.

Paul brushed Duncan's hands away gently. “I'm fine Duncan, thank you.”

Duncan turned away to take in the state of his men, and to his horror, only three of the two dozen men he had brought down to the beach were left standing, with the addition of Paul and Xander. Duncan will have to send a retrieval team to collect the bodies of his men so they could receive a proper burial.

They did not delay their journey home, and the further away they got, the more the effects on Xander and Paul faded. Both mages were still unsteady, but the black had completely faded from their eyes, the black lines were gone, and they looked well and healthy.

They were almost half way home when Paul questioned the other mage in a quiet voice. “Was her blood black?”

To which Xander responded, “The colour of her blood was the least of my worries.”

Duncan frowned at the question; had her blood been black? He would have to discuss with Lady Jessica the best way to cleanse the site of its taint, and quickly. They did not want that corruption to spread, not after what it cost them on that beach.

#kirstin's chronicles #dune #dune fanfiction #paul atreides #duncan idaho #paul x oc #paul x m!oc #dune fandom #paul x duncan #atreidaho

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dunefandomhub · 4 months ago

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Fic Rec Friday

Paul x Original Characters

How to Break In by @magpiesmudpie

Paul has a secret. He needs help keeping it from Lady Jessica and Duke Leto. Callisto wants nothing to do with Paul, or his mysterious plans, but is pulled in nonetheless. AU where Paul never moves to Arrakis. Rated M

Confessions of an Imperial Concubine by @imnotoverlyobsessive

When commoner Sera tries to assassinate the new emperor, she assumes she’ll be executed. The last thing she expects is to be made into a concubine for his harem. Little does she know she’s meant for so much more than that. Rated E

Voices in my head by @ava151

Dark clouds are gathering over the House of Atreides. The plot to end the noble family is being drafted in the highest rooms of the Imperium, while Paul Atreides passes the Gom Jabbar test, proving to be human and alerting the Bene Gesserit sisterhood. The order cannot afford to lose his genetic heritage, so they send one of the Sisters to salvage what's still salvageable. A rewrite of "Dune", but with a new character complicating the story even further! Paul is 17 in this fanfic and won't move to Arrakis until he's 18. Rated M

#fic rec friday #dune #dune fanfic #dune fanfiction #paul x OC #paul atreides #original character #paul atreides x original female character

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 1 year ago

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Keep Your Enemies

Chapter Five: Sex Dream

AO3 info one two three four five

All my work is 18+.

Why do all the monsters come out at night? Why do we sleep where we want to hide? Why do I run back to you like I don’t mind if you fuck up my life? Why am I sucker for all your lies? Strung out like laundry on every line… I’m addicted to the way you hurt, the way you contradict me. I swear everything looks worse at night, I think I’m overthinking.- Monsters, All Time Low (feat. blackbear)

It really, really wasn’t Sera’s fault.

No, really. It wasn’t.

He was systematically bred to be that beautiful. Therefore, she could not be blamed for her reaction to him.

Plus, the things he’d done to her, the way he’d made her feel, set her veins alight— it was unlike anything she’d ever known, and she’d tried to replicate it so many times her hand cramped up, but she couldn’t quite manage it.

In any case, she felt like she was out of her mind, like her skin was too tight—too hot—for her body.

When she was awake, she glared at him, sending viscous thoughts his way. If he was going to read her mind without her permission, she wouldn’t make it a pleasant experience for him.

In her dreams, though… in her dreams, he was sweet to her. Kind, worshipful, adoring. Loving, even. When she awoke, she was disgusted, but the version of her that existed in the dreams couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

The dream she was having one evening was particularly difficult on her because Paul was had her pressed against their mattress and was kissing her hungrily, his hand buried between her legs. “Such a good girl,” he praised against her lips, into her open mouth. “Perfect little pussy, all for me.”

“Paul,” she whimpered, “please, I need—“

“I know what you need, my love,” he murmured. “I know. I’m here. I’ll take care of you, darling.”

“Don’t stop,” she begged, undulating her hips. “God, Paul, I’m— I’m going to—“

“Of course you are,” he crooned softly, trailing gentle kisses down her neck. “Cum for me, Sera.”

She clutched at him, moaning his name.

And as she shattered, so did her dream.

Sera’s eyes snapped open, and there he was.

Staring at her.

And smirking, the absolute bastard.

“Sleep well?” he asked, like the cocky asshole he was.

“No,” she snapped, sitting up and adjusting the hemline of her nightgown.

She’d taken to wearing her only loose, shapeless one of late. It was soft, floor-length white cotton with long sleeves as a drawstring at the neck. The sleeves slipped off her shoulders, and if the drawstring came loose, it opened down the middle, nearly to her navel. Therefore, she wore her breast bindings underneath it. It was uncomfortable as all hell, but she couldn’t have the stupid Emperor seeing her breasts.

“I like your other ones more,” he told her, gesturing to her nightgown. “You haven’t worn any of them a single time since you started sleeping here. And your breasts appear to be bound. Why?”

Her glare sharpened. “Isn’t it obvious? I don’t want you seeing my body.”

He snorted. “You act as if you weren’t writhing in my lap just the other day. As if you weren’t moaning my name in your sleep, begging me to make you cum.”

She sniffed indignantly. “Don’t flatter yourself. I knew a Paul back home. I was dreaming of him.”

His lips quirked in amusement. “Sera,” he began patiently, “I can see into your mind. I know what you dreamed of.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. You must’ve used you witch powers to plant the dream, then. It certainly wasn’t me.”

“It’s what you want,” he corrected. “You had a taste of what I can give you, and now you want more.”

Sera bristled. “I do not—“

“You do,” Paul said flatly. “It’s alright. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I want you, too, you realize.”

She made a disgusted face. “Repulsive.”

He hummed, propping his head up on his hand with that infuriating grin. “Liar.”

She glowered at him. “Whatever. I’m going back to sleep.” With that, she lay down and pulled the covers up over her body.

“Very well,” he agreed easily. “Come here, then.”

“Why?” she demanded sharply.

“Because I wish to hold you.”

“That would be disgusting even if you had clothes on,” Sera hissed. “As it stands, the idea is so repulsive it makes me want to throw myself out a window.”

“I know for a fact that you’re lying,” he informed her. “I know you enjoy it when I hold you. It makes you feel safe.” He held out his arms for her then. “Come, darling. We both know you’ll sleep more soundly.”

Grumbling in frustration and far more arousal than she’d ever admit in a thousand years, she scooted closer to him. He took her in his arms, and she closed her eyes, fighting off the contentment that tried its hardest to overwhelm her. “I despise you,” she said into his chest.

“I know,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her scalp. “Just let me hold you this way.”

“Like you don’t want more than that,” she groused. “Stupid degenerate royal boy.”

Paul laughed softly. “I do want more than that,” he admitted. “Of course I want more than that. I want everything with you.”

“How ‘bout a knife in the jugular?”

Another chuckle. “Sleep, darling,” he murmured into her hair.

“‘m not your darling,” she mumbled, already nodding off.

“You are. Hush, Sera. Sleep.”

She did.

It hasn’t been like almost a year fuck off

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people-are-strange-87 · 2 years ago

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Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

Juliet was sitting on top of her rental car. It had been an hour since she had taken the wrong exit off route 101 and it was now dark. It was only six o’clock so she decided to look at the stars a while before she drove into the next town to find a place to stay. She had her phone stolen in San Jose and only had limited money so she’d have to find a job.

The sound of motorcycles interrupted her peace, it wasn’t all too surprising as she hadn’t moved that far away from the road. What was surprising, however, was that these motorists stopped beside her. They clearly knew the area, she assumed they must be locals. “Hey doll!” One of them called up at her as he stepped off the bike, “What are you doing out here?” She waved with a shy smile, “Just enjoying the view” Another wolf whistled at this comment, “I’m liking the view from here” The comment caused Juliet to blush as she hid her face in her hands. “Don’t go shy now, darlin’” A third voice cooed causing her to redden even more “You’re totally bodacious, babe! Like your bod is killer!” Juliet looked up confused, all embarrassment forgotten. “…what?” The four guys burst out laughing, she presumed it was because she had a habit of scrunching her nose up when she was confused. Her mum always made fun of the trait. “Meanies!” she muttered, not thinking they would hear her. Suddenly they were all climbing onto the roof, “Aww, did we upset you, angel?” He cooed at her again, holding her wrist so she couldn’t cover her face. His brown eyes gazed into her hazel ones intently. She felt her face heat up as she nodded. A cackled laugh made her jump, “You psyched her out, Marko! She’s wigging out!” “So, princess, Marko was calling you beautiful. He said your body was gorgeous. And I have to agree with him, you are absolutely perfect” His explanation was soft and gentle as he caressed her face. As soon as he had released her wrists, she brought a hand to her mouth and began picking at the chapped skin on her lips. “Stop that. You’ll hurt yourself, sweetheart”

The bikers had checked her into a motel about half an hour ago with a promise to return with food. Juliet was putting her clothes away with a dance as she sang. Completely unaware the door had opened. “He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said” She took a breath and her volume doubled, “Marry me, Juliet! You’ll never have to be alone! I love you and that’s all I really know!” “Nice singing, babe” She jumped as there was a voice from the door, causing her to drop the clothes in her hands. She immediately turned a bright shade of pink as she tried to pick them up.

In a few strides, there were a pair of hands there to collect the fabrics for her. “We didn’t mean to startle you, princess. You were adorable dancing around in your own world” He leant close to her, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke into her ear - his voice deep and soft. She was certain she was as red as a rose at this point, all words lost in the moment.

#poly!lost boys #david x oc #marko x oc #dwayne x oc #paul x oc #Spotify

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ghost-with-most · 2 years ago

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𝕬𝖘 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖘𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖜

chapter 2;

tw: mentions of somebody disappearing

After meeting Johnny the days went by without a trace of him, it was as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth.

To add to that, something weird was going on. There were days where David just couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

Whether it was on the boardwalk, in a bar, or damn, even during a kill in an isolated area of the beach or a dark alley - he always felt a pair of eyes staring a hole in his back but, when he turned around, nobody, or nothing was behind him.

He was starting to get a bit frustrated and it reflected in the way he was treating the others. He was moodier - as if he wasn’t already - snappier. He was also a bit more paranoid than usual. Something was clearly going on.

The others were weird too. Always on edge.

The thing is; they all felt it. They all felt those eyes stalking them in the dead of night as they were doing whatever.

Dwayne was alert, more than usual. At the slightest sound he would jump and stare into the darkness. He would look frantically in the shadows for someone or something - he always found nothing.

Paul was paranoid, what if somebody was spying on them? What if they knew they were vampires and they wanted to hurt them. Maybe he should stop smoking so much weed.

Marko was pissed off most of the time. The fact that he couldn’t pinpoint what the source of that sensation was, was frustrating him. He would kill his victims with far more anger, lashing his frustration on them and sometimes on the boys too.

This, of course, led to a lot of discussions and petty arguments. Whether it was Dwayne being paranoid when Marko almost got himself burnt alive because he almost didn’t make it in time to the cave after a kill, or whether it was Marko being angry at Paul for one particular joke of his or Paul not understanding why everyone was so calm, or David being angry at everyone for the slightest inconvenience, the slightest delay, everyone was on edge, at their throats.

It got so bad that sometimes they wouldn’t even talk to each other.

Even Max would soon find out how much on edge they were.

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They were at the video store, all together. David was talking to Max about what was going on and the others were roaming around.

“Man, I feel weird even here. And it’s certainly not because of the poor choice of horror movies in this place. Really chucky in the slasher movies’ section?” Paul said.

“You feel weird everywhere, smoke less weed. It’s getting to your head.” Marko snapped.

“And yet you don’t seem to have a problem smoking it.” Paul responded as he shot his head toward him.

“You still smoke more than me.” Marko replied. And another argument began.

Dwayne tried to stop them “C’mon kids be nice to each other.”. But it was no use.

“What does quantity have to do with this weird…feeling anyways? Besides, you are being a bitch these days. Guess you should try having less dick up your ass, Marko!” Paul snapped.

Marko, snapped his head towards him and stared, then launched himself at Paul.

That’s when David and Max interrupted the conversation to separate the two and then drag them to the back to have a more private conversation.

“I leave you for 5 fucking minutes!!” David shouted at them. Then turned to Max “See? This is what I was talking about.”

Max nodded “I’ll look into it, but I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. You’re just going through a phase. You all worry about each other. Go have fun together and it’ll pass. Besides, there are no hunters around for now, but I have taken some precautions.” He went inside again and when he came back there was a kid with him. He had shoulder length hair and a blue jacket.

“Why don’t you take care of him and show him around?”

His presence kind of helped the guys as now they had to actually worry about something (or rather someone), but actually what did the trick was Max’s words. The fact that he had dismissed their worries made them believe that was, maybe, a quickstep.

His name was Laddie. They welcomed him with open arms and after a few days the mood changed.

Dwayne was like a dad to him and he was in charge of the more practical aspects of taking care of him - providing for him in any way possible, teaching him how to read, looking after him.

Paul and Marko were essentially his playmates. He played tricks on the others with Marko, while Paul took him to some questionable events (concerts and forbidden sections of the video store) - much to the dismay of Dwayne. David was all in all neutral, after all he was just a kid, it was of course a new preoccupation to the list, but he didn’t mind that much and he was better with them than if he was alone.

So they started going out with lighter souls and while the feeling was still there, it seemed that things were going well.

Except…

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One particular night the group had gone on the boardwalk together.

Dwayne felt like staying close to David. Maybe he would wander a bit and have fun with Laddie, but at the same time he wanted to keep himself and everyone in range of vision.

The others had decided to wander off into the crowd. Marko and Paul wanted to let loose. With this newly found peace they wanted fun, they craved it.

David wasn’t particularly worried, as he watched Marko and Paul disappear in the crowd, but he was vigilant .

He waited a bit and then told Dwayne that he would go looking for a victim.

“Wait for me here.” and after Dwayne gave him the heads up he needed, he headed towards the sea of people.

That day it seemed there were more people than usual, probably because it was the middle of July. A really hot July. And people (or rather humans) just loved going out on summer nights. "I almost feel bad for them" he thought as he scanned person after person to find his victim.

But as he was caught up in his search he suddenly stopped. The feeling had come back and this time it was stronger than before. It felt big and dark and it felt like it would hurt him. Hurt Marko and Paul.

He decided to see if they went back to Dwayne on the beach.

“Did you see Paul and Marko?” David asked Dwayne.

“No, I last saw them when they said goodbye.” he responded.

“Fuck”.

He tried to contact them telepathically to make sure that they were ok. Nothing.

“It doesn’t feel right”, Dwayne could see the worry on David’s face. He had known David for so long that he had learned how to discern the emotions that he tried to hide because he was the leader, because he had to protect them, because they were brothers, because he loved them and he would risk it all for them if anything happened.

But as he was thinking Dwayne felt the same dark sensation lurking, alerting him. He was scared, scared for Marko and Paul. He looked at laddie and he was scared for him too. What if it could harm him?

“We should go looking for them.” Dwayne said.

“Yes. You go left and I go right.”

“Follow me bud.” he said to Laddie.

And they were off into the crowd. They looked for Paul and Marko everywhere. Attractions, shops, diners, places to get drinks, even clubs, record stores, vhs stores. Nothing. And the feeling was always there, all too present for both David and Dwayne.

David was starting to get more erratic, he could contact mentally Dwayne which was a good and a bad sign. The fact that he could, meant that he wouldn’t lose him, but why couldn’t he contact Marko and Paul? He was constantly checking on Dwayne.

And Dwayne, on the other hand, was just as anxious. Constantly checking on Laddie too.

They agreed to head back to the beach.

They constantly tried to contact them but there was no response.

David was about to suggest to Dwayne to contact Max when he saw them. Paul and Marko were by their motorcycles.

David was furious with them and he stormed their way. Followed by Dwayne.

The feeling had changed, it was less heavy and it almost felt as if it was…amused? It was like a gentle laugh and it infuriated David even more. He didn’t like being made fun of. By whatever.

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU TWO BEEN, UH?” he screamed at them

“We just went around some stalls and grabbed some drinks” Marko replied “No need to get so pressed about it.”

“We couldn’t contact you, Marko, both of you.” Dwayne tried to ease the situation.

“And the feeling was back” David continued with a serious tone.

“Oh come on David, you’re just paranoid.” Paul replied with an annoyed tone.

“We didn’t feel anything, besides even Max said that it’s nothing to worry about. Let loose a little” marko finished his sentence and there was a pause.

David got closer to him and he grabbed his jacket David was furious with a rage that he couldn’t describe as his.

“Paranoid, uh? Do you think it’s funny? Do you even know what could happen to us if we were found by…” but before he could continue

“Hey, guys what’s up!” a familiar voice chimed. “Oh did I interrupt something?”.

It was Johnny.

David turned around to get a look of him; he was wearing a white tank top that looked like he had cut himself, a leather jacket and a pair of blue denims and dirty sneakers. In his left hand there was a plastic glass of beer that he brought to his lips to drink all the while looking at David with a glare that he could quite make out. It was mischievous and smug.

“Hey, J where have you been?” asked Paul excitedly getting close to him.

While Paul grabbed his right arm in a handshake he answered “I’ve had some work to do.”

Johnny looked at the others “and you guys? Where have you been? Oh hey little bud.”

Dwayne got closer too “The usual, having fun… what work did you do.”

“A family friend. I work at his club.” he answered

“Oh really, I’ve been to a lot of clubs, which one?” replied Paul.

Now Johnny had the attention of everyone. Marko and David too, after they cooled down.

“His club is The Lily.”

“Oh really!?! I’ve always seen the craziest stuff go down there.” Paul hollered. Johnny smiled, not exactly pleased with the statement.

“So you guys are down for any fun?” he wanted to change the subject

“Hell yeah!!” they all hollered.

Except for David he was behind the others looking at the scene.

As they got closer to the life of Santa Carla, Johnny started to be left behind, slowly finding himself closer to David.

“So did you find your sister?” David asked while looking in front of him as to check what the terror twins and Dwayne were doing. Laddie was running around but he stopped to listen. Marko quickly glanced at them, he had heard the question.

“No, not yet. But I’m not worried, she’s a tough cookie. We’ll find her.” he answered.

“How long has she been missing?” he continued, not looking at Johnny yet.

“Almost seven months.” his tone was less cheerful than before and he chugged what was left of his beer. They still hadn’t looked at eachother.

“And why did she leave?” Laddie had found enough courage to ask the question.

Johnny took a deep breath. “Touchy subject” David thought to himself. He turned slightly to his right to look at Johnny's face. He was clearly hurting a bit.

But as he was studying him, he turned around too, to look at him,and he could have sworn that when Johnny locked his pale blue eyes with him, David felt Johnny’s heartbeat quicken.

“We don’t know bud. A lot of stuff happened, all at once. Maybe she wasn’t ready. Sometimes people just want to leave, but it’s not forever.” he said as he looked away.

“Do you have a picture of her? Maybe we’ve seen her.” Marko chimed and with that Johnny was brought back to reality as he shook his head.

“Yes actually,”Johnny replied, fishing in one of his back pockets to take out a wallet “here you go” he said as he opened it and five photos came out. They were in one of those plastic things where you could put more than one picture and it would open falling down. The sight had caught the attention of the other boys too.

The first picture was one of a little girl, dark hair and a missing tooth smiling wide.

The second picture was one of a girl, still with dark hair-the same that the kid and johnny seemed to share apparently- and bright eyes though the colour was impossible to decipher as the pictures were in black and white. She was smiling and she was waving at the camera. David felt weird looking at her, maybe it was because of the cross necklace around her neck.

The third picture was one of a girl, sitting on the front porch of a house wearing a white dress, she had a cigarette in her hand and she was looking at the camera, she had the same penetrating stare of Johnny but with a set of untamed hair.

The fourth picture was one where the four siblings were all together. The kid, the brunette, Johnny, the wild haired girl and a blonde girl. They were all smiling except for the blonde.

The last picture was a picture of the blonde girl. Her face looked concentrated, she wasn’t looking at the camera, but in front of her. Her blonde hair was lit up by a ray of sunshine that came from behind her. Her nose was pronounced, a kind of nose that some would describe as European, her eyes were big and her eyebrows slim, slightly scrunched, her mouth seemed to be dark in colour, but the black and white was unforgiving. She wasn’t wearing fancy clothes, but she looked elegant, maybe it was her posture.

“The first is Sonny, in a few months she’ll be twelve. This is when she had lost one of teeths. What’s your name bud? ��Cause you two could get along” he turned to Laddie.

“I’m Laddie.” he said excitedly, then he turned to Dwayne who encouraged him, probably to remember what to say. “Nice to meet you, you are the buzzcut guy that fights like a beast.”

Everybody laughed. Clearly he had picked up on one of the conversations between the guys. But Johnny didn’t mind.

“Yeah, sound fitting. Anyways the second one is Hagata. She's ok, a sweet girl. Wouldn’t hurt a fly. She moved here with me”. Johnny saw Paul open his mouth “No she’s not the one missing.” he said with a soft chuckle.

“Third is Lydia…”

“I like that one!” Marko interrupted.

“First she’s my sister. Second, chances are she won’t like you. She’s a pain in the ass.”Johnny replied sternly.

“Hard to get, sounds fun!” Marko replied and Johnny shot him a glare that could kill 100 men instantly, his cold eyes brighter than ever. But he turned back to the pictures.

“Fourth is us at our old house, a while before Mo disappeared.” David looked at Johnny; he looked at the girl in the picture and there was no denying he was sad. He lifted his eyes to look at David that was on his left and he felt it again: his pulse had quickened. Maybe he liked him.

“And this must be her then.” Dwayne pointed at the last picture.

“Yes it’s Morgan. She’s always been quiet, but my god Sonny adores her. She misses her a lot. Kinda reminds of you and the little bud, Dwayne.”

“Damn she’s hot!” Paul exclaimed as he got closer since he was left a bit outside of the circle that had formed. Everyone laughed. Even Johnny, a cringed and slightly pained laugh.

He put away his wallet, and there was a small pause.

“We haven’t seen her but if we do we'll let you know” David reassured Johnny.

He got closer to him and again he felt his heartbeat pick up. He put his right arm on his shoulders and his heart didn’t stop running.

“Let’s go have some fun, shall we?” and as the others hollered and screamed with excitement they got lost in the crowd.

#marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #laddie the lost boys #tlb 1987 #tlb x oc #the lost boys #dwayne x oc #paul x oc #marko x oc #david x oc

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Yandere Boarding School Part 2, (Faculty)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, smoking, horny posting.

(AN: Part Two has been reuploaded after a takedown, godspeed @yanderereblogs for saving it! Mmmmmm, old men. Everyone pictured as a student is OF LEGAL AGE TUMBLR MODS HOP OFF MY DICK.

Background: Thinking about a Headmasters Son or Daughter!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Ridgemoore Academy being an all male school, this makes it easier to imagine a world where reader is allowed in the school. Now, let's focus on the faculty...

◇ Mr. Joel Murphy, who teaches the majority of the 'life skills' classes at the school. The school being all-boys is very traditional, and teaches things like game hunting and orienteering, which is why they hired a manly-man like Joel. If only they knew what a bitter grump he is. An ex-sheriff of the nearby town, he decided to leave the force after realizing there was no real crime in the small, privileged town, and decided to take up an easy job at the school. Unfortunately, he realized his love for camping and hunting is warped into what he considers 'frilly shit for rich little boys'. He's gruff, barking out orders and easily been exasperated at the sheer incompetence of the boys.

"Shoot one quail, and these boys act like they killed a bear..."

He thought about retiring from yet another job, as living on the ritzy campus just doesn't feel like home to him, and lord knows he's not fond of his job. However, things change when you arrive. Whether you're a delinquent or a little more sweet and obedient, he likes you. If you're a delinquent, he likes seeing a little hell-raiser kick up some shit at the fancy school. If you're sweet or shy, he gets protective. Nice youngins' like you shouldn't be thrown in amongst these spoiled weasels.

He's sure to help you if you need it, a gentle hand on your back as his burly chest presses against your shoulder blades, adjusting your position against the butt of a rifle. Standing by while you're on hands and knees trying to light a fire, making sure none of the boys are trying to get a look at your assessts. Not that he isn't going to, but he justifies it to himself as just making sure your school shorts/skirt is regulation. He's protecting your modesty. After class hours, come to him with any issues, or shit, even his room. He'll put on some coffee and ask you to help him create a curriculum that 'reaches the kids', as your father instructed him to. It's cozy, the fancy school adnorments thrown away for medals and plaques, national parks posters and a few old family photos. He'll keep you tucked in on his warm couch while he strays from curriculum talk to stories of his time in the scouts and on the force. Tells you about how much he loves just... laying out under the stars with somebody special, to sit around a campfire with friends, then slyly ask is you've ever had somebody to do that with. He knows you're younger than him, and he struggles with the idea that you won't want him cause of it, so for now, he'll bask in the feeling of seeing you curled up in his room, keeping the idea of picking you up and having you accept his cock to himself. If you can get pregnant, his fists his cock to the thought of that too. He's not some horned up boy, he wants you in the long term.

He looooooves the yearly orienteering final, in which the students in the class are made to go on an actual camping trip. It's possible a tent will 'accidentally' go missing, leaving you to bunk with him. Don't worry, nothing bads gonna happen while you've got this burly bear of a man practically spooning you, warm gut from his dad-bod pressed against you as he tries his best to make sure he doesn't scare you.

"Sorry those damn boys left your tent back at the school, kiddo. I... wouldn't be suprised of one of them did it on purpose, little bastards." He grumbles, hoping you'll take the hint to separate yourself from those immature preps and stick to being with a man who can treat you right. "Remember that lesson from a couple weeks ago, on body heat? I know it's awkward, but we've only got one sleeping bag. You feel like you can trust this old man to keep you warm?" Unfortunately for his ego and trying to keep down his urges, the trees aren't going to be the only wood in the morning.

◇ Mr. Paul Burton, head of the arts department. He's so over this, a once decent artist who dabbled in pop art and theatre only to stop getting gigs and be black-listed after offending several more famous artists, calling their work 'sell-out chic', he's now a burn-out who smokes and ignores his students all class. He's passionate about art, but frankly he doesn't want tow aste his time teaching when he knows these rats are taking his class for easy credit. He's only teaching here to utilize the facilities and studios so he's not living in a van in the Walmart parking lot. A mix of hippie culture, live and let live and cynical burnout, he's so. Fucking. Done. But... maybe you change that for him.

You're interesting, a headmasters child who doesn't fit in to your fathers perfect mold? Maybe a rebellious student who goes against the grain of this perfect school. Or a blooming ray of sunshine in this dark den of privilege and conformist curriculum for the future lawyers of the world. Either way, he's found a new muse. See him after class.

He'll be thrilled if you're into art, let him guide you. Tell him your favorite artists and he'll tell you when he threw up on there shoes by accident in his hey-day. Gossip about a student you don't like, he'll listen while he smokes and tell you about how that guys mom hit on him. He loves to gossip, but he loves to watch you create more. The way your hands shape a vase or brush across a canvas light a fire in him he hasn't felt in a while. He's more willing to forgo the age gap between you, while it's never something he considered before, he knows he's not gonna let go of the one thing that makes him feel like he lives again. Besides, he's always been unconventional.

He'll have you stay after class, maybe he'll have you pose nude for a painting, assuring you it's fins, it's platonic, it's just for the love of art. He chooses and extra large canvas, it lets him paint while he relieves himself as you explain you're getting cold. He'll put on some artsy, silent, black and white film from the 30s, and while you watch and slowly realize it's pornographic, He'll grin to himself while he watches you flush. He'll ask you all sorts of questions about your thoughts on the film, the actors, what they're doing. He really wants to figure out how experienced you are. "What do you think of the composition? It's really carnal, you know?" He puts out his cigarette. "I'm glad I can show this to you, you'll actually appreciate it. You're not giggling like an idiot when some guys penis is out on the screen." He groans, thinking of his other students.

He does actually like one student, though they make an odd pair. Joseph's easily spooked and shy personality clashes with the brash older man's, but he's glad to have someone he can think of as a protege. Someone who loves art as much as him, but get isolated for it. He was doing a portfolio look over when Joseph accidentally turned in the wrong folder. Joseph feels like he might die as Mr. Burton, a man he admires, flips through nude pictures of the object of his affection, and at a distance no less. A part of him wants to rip it away, but he needs this scholarship.

"Please, please, sir! I-I'll never do it again, it was just a phase, I didn't mean for you to see-"

"They're good." Mr. Burton flips through the folder. "Real good. You could really get somewhere with these, maybe not in the fine art scene, but... tell you what." He adjusts his glasses and leans forward on his desk. "We'll do a special session, you and me, yeah? I'll get your friend here, and I'll vouch for your integrity so you can take some less-" he purses his lips. "Stalker-ish pics- Jesus, kid, is that taken from a tree?"

☆ Anatoli Sidorov, probably the best paid staff given how they got him here. He's a Russian coach for a former Olympic Russian swim team, and he joined the prestigious American school to escape shame after he 'resigned' post a doping scandal which he swears he wasn't involved in. (Whether he was or not is your choice.) Still, he's led the boys swim team and track team to nationals several times, and he's a legend among the wealthy benefactors of the school. He's outwardly very serious, hard on his team but respectful of them. He doesn't put up with any unruly or unsportsmanlike behavior from his boys, at least not what he can see. He's very nice deep down, intellectual and funny, though he still struggles with American humor and English.

He adores you when he meets you, milking about with the other students before class. You seem genuinely social, and wanting to fit in. The idea someone could be so welcoming warms his heart. Deep down, he misses his home, and he misses the friends he once had. You're warm, and he likes that. Not to mention, you're a looker. He's embarrassed, especially if you're male, seeing as he never considered swinging the other way, and much less with someone younger. But he can't help but stare when your pretty tits bounce as you run, or the way those jogging shorts hardly conceal your bulge. He even pulled you to the side one to scold you for not wearing regulation gym clothes, before realizing they were and awkwardly sending you back into class. That was a moment of self-reflection for him.

He's not necessarily outwardly softer to you, you might even think he doesn't like you, given that he has you stay late to run or jump rope, or constantly pulls you into time out mid-game. It's all for your own good, trust him. He doesn't like the way some of the boys were looking at you, and he could tell Evan was a only a play away from trying to practically hump you while trying to 'get the ball'. He's made Harrison, who he loves as a player, run laps for talking to you for only a few minutes. He hates feeling like a jealous boy, but he can't help it. You make him feel young.

He establishes a private locker room area for you, since you're the headmasters kid and not an official student. Besides, you're clearly being harassed by the others! So, he's got a nice little closet for you, with a not suspicious air freshener that's not a hidden camera, and a private key only you have access to. (Technically that's true, he just has a bypass key for himself.) He'll snatch a pair of boxers or some panties, slipping them into his track coat for later. Eventually, he'll tell you he's worried you aren't able to catch up to the others, given that you arrived later and started the gym curriculum later than the others. He'll start having extra 'make-up' workouts with you, starting with stretching. One leg uo on the bar, you'll have to excuses his cold hand running along your thigh, or stroking over your chest as him just admiring how your strength and flexibility is evolving. He relishes the feeling of your body on his, groping you under the guise of training and resisting the urge to just slip aside your gym shorts and veg you to take him.

"Little star, part 'dem a little, there ve go." He keeps your legs parted as he works you into a position on your back, against the rubber mats the tumbling team had laid out. He lays just over you, pushing your legs back a little further with his arms, just far away enough to keep you from noticing his hard on, but enough to lightly press it against the plush swell of your ass. Good, let's just- fuck- hold. Let's hold."

☆ Kory Koffman, English teacher and part time librarian! The school outs so much effort into sports, both admin and students seem to forget about him. Hell, the library is used so little they fired the librarian, and he took it upon himself to try and care for the building himself. He's a sweet, shy man, who just wants to share his passion for literature with others. However, unlike Mr. Burton, he was never popular or famous, so he's content to keep to himself, but the loneliness does get to him.

When you wandered into his library one day, maybe looking for a book or seeking refuge from a hoarde ofadmirers, he was happy to welcome you into his little safe haven. He'll give you some warm tea from the little coffee machine he has set up, and sit you down. Let him help you find a book, or tell you about his creative writing class? He'd let you join, even late in the semester! It's not a very full class.

For the first time in his life, he finds himself craving the attention of another, of someone else's company, other than his books. He hasn't felt that need for connection since he was a boy, after his momma passed. He'll do anything to keep you there, and if reading isn't your thing, much to his chagrin, he'll add a DVD section to the library, but only good films and classic for you! No Adam Sandler, those movies are to overstimulating for poor Mr. Koffman.

As his feelings turn romantic, he's ashamed. You're a student, and he's a lonely old man, you deserve someone better, someone your age. However, the thought of you being with any of the many students who mock him in the halls or disrupt his class, the thought of hand you over to those-those imbeciles, hurts him. He wants you, and he's ashamed at the way his trousers go tight when you bend over to get a fallen book, or when you hand him his glasses after he misplaced them (again), the fact he just stares at your finger prints for awhile and refuses to clean the lens. He's not had sex in a long, long time, but he finds himself masturbating more than he ever did when he was younger. He'll watch library security footage openly, moaning and whimpering at his desk with no fear anybody will stop in, no one ever does but you. He wants you as his spouse, you already make his library, his home away from home seem brighter, imagine what you could do for his actual apartment.

"Oh, hello! It's good to see you, it's been a bit." He's a little bitter at that last statement, but adjusts his glasses and continues. "Just remember to stop by often, okay? I'd really, really hate to impose the late policy on you..."

☆ Atticus Critch, the schools latin instructor and head sponsor of student body, (not to mention the man in charge of detention), is a strict disciplinarian. He takes no nonsense from anyone, and despises the behavioral pardons given to boys like Evan or Harrison simply because they are athletes. Peter is obviously his favorite, and when he catches wind of the ways the boys around campus are speaking about you, he decides to take it upon himself to remove the distraction, by having Carter trail you and give you detention for minor inconveniences. Carter isn't particularly thrilled at always having to send you to detention instead of extorting you to get his rocks off, but he's hoping maybe he'll get to 'monitor' detention one of these days.

Initially, Mr. Critch has you doing small tasks, writing lines or organizing things, but soon he starts to see the appeal. If you're a good student for the most part, he's determined to keep you good, and away from all the vermin in this school. If you're bad, he's had plenty of experience in taming brats. He's open with his sexual desires, it his growing affection for you that makes him struggle.

If you've stayed out too late and broke curfew, you can spend detention on your knees, suckling his cock into the late hours. Maybe you've been running around with Tyler. He'll make you lay down on his desk and deny you your climax over and over again, asking 'if not making you cum' is what that boy does to you, never fully satisfying you. He'll make you beg to finish, and to promise you'll be good from now on.

"Come on, repeat it. Tell me you'll be good now, that you won't bother with BOYS-" He annuciates with a thrust, "When you have a man right here, whose willing to take time out of his day to discipline you!" One the amorous session is over though, he definitely softens, trying to prove he's more than a boy in many ways, including good aftercare. He'll dress your limp form back up in your uniform and walk you get you a cup of water from the fountain. "Only ten minutes till your detention is over, dear. Just sit there, take some time to reflect on how you got here." His tone is demeaning, but as he pets your scalp, his touch is so feather-light. Don't expect is to last into the next day though.

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melaninforkings · 7 months ago

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a piece of me dies every time im reading a fic and taylor swift lyrics pop up😭 then i realize the description of the oc or “reader” are very white coded like OH! that’s not…

#black reader #x reader #x oc #LIKE PLSSS I PROMISE THERE ARE OTHER ARTISTS WITH BETTER SONG TO USE #austin butler x black!reader #timothee chalamet x reader #black!reader #carmen berzatto x reader #paul atreides x reader #jake sully x reader #austin butler x reader #kennedy talks #peeta mellark x reader #finnick odair x reader #poc!reader

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shan-yee · 9 months ago

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𝙼𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚎 2 𝚒𝚗 2023 :

𝚅𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚙𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 :

....𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎...

(Y’all when I tell you i’m going to write for that man…)

#i lost my blog #i’m a shit #x reader #smut #x oc smut #dune part two #dune part 2 #dune x reader #dune x you #austin butler #feyd x reader #feyd rautha #feyd rautha x reader #paul atreides #paul atreides x reader #dune 2 x reader

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impish-baby · 1 month ago

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Can we get more from that angsty family drabble? :3 maybe your big sister goes and tells her dad now how you treated her and how pop pop threatened to kick them out and he is NOT happy?

Villian and violent - platonic yandere estranged family x reader - 🧸

"Lizzy's crying."

Paul raises an unimpressed eyebrow at his son, not really caring in the slightest.

"Is that right? Sucks. She shouldn't be causing problems if she doesn't want to be told off." The older man shrugs, going back to piling food onto the plate in his hand. "I wasn't kiddin', by the way. Your mother is the one who invited you, not me. You can get lost for all I care."

"Really?" Damien sighs roughly, dragging a hand down his face. "What she do that was so bad, huh? You're not even giving her a chance, pops."

"You didn't even wait to get the full story before running off to defend your little girl?" Paul scoffs, shaking his head. "Figures. You know, I thought maybe you'd be more interested in seeing your firstborn again, don't know why i was foolin' myself knowing your track record."

"...bug is here?" The hopeful tilt in Damien's voice is unmistakable, "Y- You're serious? Where are they-"

The plate isn't even sat down that loudly, but it still makes the man flinch.

"You," Damien shrinks away at his father's cold glare. "Ain't talking to them. We don't need you ruining things for the rest of us. Again."

"That isn't fair." It is in a way, but Damien doesn't want to admit that, not now. His kid is here. His baby. He needs to see them before the chance is gone, "I'm their father, I should be able to speak with them."

"An idiot is what you are." The older man scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Shirley barely convinced them into coming, and they tried to bolt as soon as your lot showed up. You're just gonna muck it up more than it already is."

Damien storms off, fed up with the conversation already. It doesn't matter, there's more important things to do than argue.

#yan dad is just kinda pathetic in this verse..#platonic yandere #famial yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere x reader #you've got mail! 📨#oc: both arms cradle you now 🌥#oc: paul 🌤#oc: damien 🌨

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klaus-littlestwolf · 1 year ago

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(I did try to write a Yandere!Lost Boys but considering the way they are 24/7 it’s difficult to not consider them Yandere all the time🤣)

I got many requests for another Poly!Lost Boys fic so I hope you like this!

Paul and Marko had seen you first and they knew exactly what you were.

Their mate.

Your eyes were locked onto Paul’s as you froze on the boardwalk, stopping short of meeting your brothers, one of which was staring at David who was happy to see Star had attracted someone to finally feed on.

Marko and Paul both started their bikes, never once looking away as Paul winked, an arrogant smirk on his face. David and Dwayne pulled away with Star and Laddie on their bikes, the other two hesitating, not wanting to leave their mate after just finding her but knowing they couldn’t stay, it would be daylight soon and so they waved, shocking you. You lifted your hand, unsure if they were even looking at you at this point but pushing down the instinct to check behind you and make sure before they pulled off and you felt like you could breathe again.

David snapped at them when they caught up at the cave, angered they had left but the excitement on his brothers faces was startling.

‘We found her.’ Paul exclaimed and David, knowing instantly what he was taking about, looked to Marko who he knew wouldn’t back up such an outlandish claim if it wasn’t true, their mate was too important. Dwayne joined the group away from Laddie now as he heard the possibility of his mate being close and Marko nodded to their eldest brother.

‘Where is she?’ David snapped again, pissed they hadn’t told him before.

‘She was standing behind the dude that was following Star! Looked right at me the whole time, I think she would’ve stripped right there if I’d asked.’ He joked but as Marko snorted, Dwayne grabbed ahold of his collar and snarled at him, instantly livid. All 4 of them wanted their mate but Dwayne, while just as desperate for her as his brothers, was a possessive person by nature and the idea of Paul “showing off” their Queen was infuriating.

‘He’s kidding bud, it’s a joke!’ David stopped him while Marko yanked Paul away.

‘Yeah, joking man! She was perfect is my point! You know I would never let anyone else look at what’s ours like that!’ Paul was shockingly defensive, he’s normally a huge joker but he had looked for their mate just like all of them.

The boys had been looking for their mate ever since Max told them about the possibility of finding her. Vampire females are far more rare, women not taking to the life quite as well as often (for example: Star) and so most often multiple vampires will share a female and be considered a ‘pack’. Max would have had one as well but he never turned anyone he felt drawn to before David who was more like a son than a brother. Max wanted his mate who he now realized was Lucy, all to himself.

‘We just need to find that dude again and we should find our mate. The little one was his brother right, she must be their sister.’ Marko guessed, Dwayne pulling out of David’s grip after calming himself down. They all felt excited in their own way about having their mate, one that would completely accept them for all they were, monsters and murderers alike.

David enjoyed the idea that there would be someone he could let his guard down with a bit more than he could with his brothers. Not that he didn’t trust them, but they looked to him for guidance and as a leader to always make the right choices, he loved it, but the thought of having his mate to just be himself with was something he was desperate for and had been for years.

Dwayne had always wanted to get married and have a family, of course he wouldn’t change being a vampire here with his brothers for anything in the world, but the chance of still having a women that was perfect for him, be there without judgment for their eternity was extremely important to him.

Marko was excited about a mate as well as a new pack member, he had been excited for Star joining them too but she had been an ultimate let down, his mate would not be! He would never again need to spend his time with idiot women on the boardwalk that were just excited by the idea of being with a punk in a biker gang just to get a decent fuck, he would have someone who he loved and could be loved by.

Paul was much like Marko in his excitement, and while most people that look at him see a confident, cocky and flirty guy, Paul hadn’t always been like that. His new life was just that, a new life. Being a vampire had opened up the ability to be a different person but inside he’s still the guy that he had always been before turning and becoming the one that gets the boys their meals half the time, the guy that ends up feeding on sexy women every night. He was ready for his mate, the person who would know that side of him he tried so hard to bury, and the girl that was with him because she loved him and not as a chance to brag to her friends the next day about fucking the ‘biker guy’ (even if none of them ever made it that far).

‘Tomorrow, we’ll find her then and make sure she knows who she belongs to. She’ll be drawn to us and we’ll be sure she stays.’ David smirked while just thinking about their mate as a vampire…though the idea of her drinking Max’s blood gave him pause. David knew she had to drink their blood and only their blood, the idea of Max having any kind of control over their girl made him want to rip his makers heart out.

‘What if she needs us before that? We need to go and find her now!’ Dwayne insisted but David grabbed his shoulder.

‘It’s too late right now. The sun is about to come up-‘

‘But-‘

‘I don’t like it either, none of us do.’ David told him, gesturing to Marko and Paul who both nodded, clearly wanting to have her now just as he did. ‘But tomorrow will have to be enough. She’ll be ours brother, don’t doubt it, and it’ll be our blood she’s drinking from.’

The smirk that came over their faces would have been terrifying to anyone else, and it did terrify Star who had been listening to everything they were saying, scared for what was going to happen to the poor girl who they clearly wanted even more than they had her.

Y/n had been unable to get those boys out of her head all night. They were all attractive of course, and she felt guilty about that since they weren’t the kind of guys she should be attracted to. These weren’t boys she would be going to school with in a month at the end of the summer, these were men, all at least 19-21, riding motorcycles, smoking and taking home God knows how many girls every night. They were nothing but trouble and heartache which is why she decided she would have nothing to do with them…though that was easier said than done as she couldn’t get them out of her mind, every one of them just as hot as the last. The cute boyish one with that patchy jacket and the huge grin on his face, tall dark and sexy who thought it was okay to ride around without a shirt, torturing the female population! The bleach blonde leader with a look that could easily kill anyone stupid enough to challenge him, and finally the blue eyed cutie with the Lion mane for hair, the one who smiled and waved, who clearly liked her already with his Cheshire friend…who is she kidding? He’ll have long since forgotten about her by tomorrow, at least that’s what she thought.

Later that night she once again found herself on the boardwalk, and even though Michael wasn’t supposed to leave her side, she was inevitably left alone. However, someone else was left alone as well, someone very familiar she realized as she saw the young boy looking around frantically before bumping into her and nearly falling onto his ass.

‘Woah! Hey, are you alright kid?’ Y/n asked as she steadied him on his feet and he looked up to see the girl that Paul and Marko had been talking about the entire morning before they went to bed. Laddie knew how much his “father” had wanted her last night and Laddie knew that not only would he be safe with her, but that Dwayne would be proud of him for finding her for them.

‘Star left me to go find some guy and now I can’t find my big brothers…’ he admitted it sadly, knowing she would want to help him as most women did. Laddie had brought the boys meals before when he got “lost” but he liked this girl and he knew she wasn’t going to die like the rest of them.

‘That’s awful! Don’t worry, I’ll help you find them. You’re talking about the guys on the bikes I saw you with last night, right?’ He nodded and Y/n sighed. So much for staying away from them, but she can’t leave this boy on his own in the supposed “Murder Capital of the World”, so she took his hand and made her way down the boardwalk with him. ‘I’m Y/n by the way. What’s your name?’

‘I’m Laddie! Thank you for helping me Y/n.’ He smiled up at her and her heart melted. Who could leave this poor boy all alone with no one to watch out for him?

‘You’re very welcome Laddie. Does Star do this a lot?’ He shrugged.

‘She likes to go to the concerts without me but she always comes to get me before we have to go home so Dwayne doesn’t know. He would be angry.’

‘He should be angry! You shouldn’t be left alone here! Of all the irresponsible-I’m sorry. It’s not my choice how your brothers girlfriend takes care of you, but damn.’ Laddie shook his head quickly, not wanting her to be confused about Star, knowing how much his brothers really like this girl and not willing to let Star screw it up!

‘She’s our sister.’ He clarified and her eyes widened.

‘That’s Even Worse!’ She exclaimed as they walked up to the bikes, not seeing his brothers anywhere. ‘Okay, we can wait for them here, I’m sure they’ll be back eventually…are you hungry?’ She asked as she noticed him looking at a venders cart and he nodded. ‘Come on.’ They walked over to the cart and Y/n giggled as Laddie stared at the cotton candy. ‘Can we get 2 corn dogs, please?’ She ordered and as the guy turned she grabbed 2 plastic bags of the cotton candy and shoved them to the kid who grinned excitedly up at her before running off back to the bikes before the man turned and handed her the 2 foot long corn dogs. ‘Can we have some ketchup too, please?’ He sighed but as he turned again she grabbed 2 cans of coke and shoved them into her pockets before smiling at the man and handing him a 10 dollar bill.

‘I can’t believe you did that! You are awesome!’ Laddie exclaimed in excitement as she walked back to him. Y/n just rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile as they sat beside the bikes on the board walk.

‘Well thank you, stealing is never right, but I didn’t plan on feeding a kid tonight and if your stealing to eat then just make sure you don’t get caught.’ She explained, handing him a can of soda and winking which made him laugh excitedly, taking his corn dog and eating it happily. They sat there for about 10 minutes together before Laddie looked up suddenly, hearing his brothers voices and jumping to his feet, running to them.

‘Dwayne!’ He cheered, jumping into his arms and he caught the boy, instantly confused.

‘Laddie? Why are you alone?! Are you alright?!’ He looked the boy over for injuries quickly and Y/n found her heart melting at that. They way Laddie talked about his brothers, especially Dwayne, was beautiful and he clearly loves the boy dearly.

‘Where’s Star, kid? She should be with you.’ David spoke, angry at the fact that they now have to watch Laddie while they look for their mate.

‘She left me to find that guy but I found her for you! I found her!’ He whispered excitedly before turning and seeing Y/n standing there awkwardly. ‘Y/n took care of me!’ Laddie explained, getting Dwayne to put him down and running back to her.

‘Oh no! “Took care” is probably not right, I got him some dinner and I waited with him for you. I just didn’t want him to be all alone.’ You spoke, ruffling the boys hair and making him laugh.

10 minutes ago Dwayne would have said he already couldn’t love you anymore and he hadn’t even set eyes on you properly yet, but here he stood, staring at you for the first time and seeing you caring for the boy he looked at as his own son…you are a Goddess and he would never let you out of his sight again. Paul and Marko stared much like they did last night, excitedly and hungrily, already undressing you in their minds and David…David actually had to close his mouth and make sure he wasn’t drooling. You are absolute perfection and you’re already protective of the youngest and weakest of their family? There’s no way you could be a more perfect mate for them.

‘I can’t thank you enough for watching out for him, you’re so sweet babygirl, aren’t you?’ Dwayne smiled, stepping closer and ruffling Laddies hair as he looked down at you. Your face caught fire, feeling like you had never blushed quite this hard before.

‘She really is Dwayne. Thank you for taking care of our brother.’ David spoke next, at your side before you even saw him move.

‘It’s no biggie, I just got him a corn dog and some cotton candy-‘

‘She means she stole me cotton candy and soda! It was awesome-‘

‘Eat your candy.’ You deadpanned and the boy just smiled, cheekily. ‘Okay, well I’m glad he’s safe. I should be going home now-‘

‘Oh, please don’t go?’ The wild haired one Laddie had told you was Paul finally spoke up, his stare feeling just as intense as last night. ‘Come for a ride with us? We would love to get to know Laddies new friend.’

‘You can ride with me! I’m a wonderful driver.’ Marko smirked, taking your hand into his and pulling you towards his bike.

‘Oh, I’m sure you are but I shouldn’t-‘

‘Please?’ Laddie asked making you turn to see him climbing onto Dwayne’s bike behind him. ‘You can come see where we live, it’s so cool!’ His excitement was contagious and you couldn’t find it in yourself to deny him anything.

‘My brother is gonna end up leaving without me and-‘

‘I’ll take you home Kitten.’ David cut you off. ‘Or you can just stay with us, which ever one you prefer.’ You could tell he was flirting and while a part of your body was telling you to run like hell, you didn’t want to, you wanted to fall into his arms and never let go for as long as you live.

‘…okay! Fine! But just for a little bit!’

‘YES! You are gonna love our place so much you’ll never wanna leave Princess!’ Paul teased, jumping to his bike and kissing your cheek on his way which made you blush even harder before Marko lifted you onto his bike.

You gasped, clutching onto him as if he would drop you and he just grinned. ‘Hold on as tight as you’d like Angel, but I would never let you fall.’ He whispered it into your ear and it felt so personal somehow, not like him openly flirting like it should, instead it felt like a very important promise and it made your stomach flutter and your smile grow.

Marko hopped onto the bike in front of you and kickstarted it quickly, all 4 of the bikes roaring to life and now as David winked back at you, pulling off down the boardwalk, you wrapped your arms around Marko’s body and tried to ignore the intense vibration from the machine between your legs. You needed to hold yourself to him quite closely to be able to put your chin on his shoulder and see but he didn’t seem to mind as you giggled, watching people jump out of their way on the crowded boardwalk.

‘Laughing at scrambling tourists! You’re already one of us Angel!’ Marko laughed and it made you blush before looking back and seeing Paul right behind you and clearly staring at your ass before winking at you and making you blush that much harder.

Suddenly the bikes came to a stop and you gasped, looking back around and seeing David staring at their sister who was with…Michael?! Fuck!

‘Where do you think you’re going Star?’ David asked, his voice clearly a warning that even you heard but she chose to try and ignore it.

‘For a ride…this is Michael.’ She tried to get onto his bike quickly but David spoke up again, his voice a bit more teasing but she seemed to get the message as all he did was speak her name and she turned, climbing on behind him. You felt an odd weight in your gut as she wrapped her arms around David and you pushed the jealousy that was building as far down as you could because it made no sense…right?

‘I can’t beat your bike.’ You heard your brother tell David who snorted, knowing that was damn well true. You’ve never been allowed on Michaels bike before because he didn’t want to share it with his sister even to give a ride to the mall or the boardwalk, but you’d seen enough to know David’s Triumph would beat him a million times over. ‘Y/n?! What the fuck are you doing?!’ Michael snapped and you flinched which seemed to be something (going by how tight Marko held your hand suddenly and how quickly Paul revved his bike closer beside you) the boys didn’t like.

‘Y/n is coming for a ride with us. See, she took care of Laddie while you were off looking for Michael, it was very good of her, and good Kittens get treats.’ David was clearly taunting your brother but when he looked to you as he talked about giving you a treat…the chill it sent through your body was more intense than the vibrations of Marko’s bike could ever be.

‘No way! Get the fuck off Y/n! You’re going home! No way in Hell are you coming-‘

‘Clearly I am, I’m already on the bike. And unless you want me to tell mom about how you ditched Sam and I 2 nights in a row, and on top of that was about to leave me stranded to fuck some girl, you’ll shut up and stay out of my business.’ Mike looked shocked, you never stick up for yourself but you were determined not to look like a pussy in front of these guys and to enjoy your ride because just riding down the boardwalk was an amazing experience.

Paul whistled. ‘Damn, Princess got some fight in her!’

‘Our Kitten has some claws for sure, can’t wait to see you use them babe.’ He smirked, his eyes seeming to almost glow as he looked at you with an expression you could only imagine was “turned on”. ‘Let’s go!’

‘Hold on tight kid, we’re goin’ for a ride.’ You heard Dwayne tell Laddie and you were touched by it, Dwayne noticing how you watched to make sure he was comfortable before he took off. You held onto Marko as tightly as you could when he rocketed down the steps onto the beach, sand exploding everywhere as they all now rode passed beach parties and bonfires, howling like maniacs. Watching even Laddie join in prompted you to relax and just enjoy the ride, something inside of you knowing that Marko would never let you get hurt even if you did crash (which was an odd thought). You planted your feet on the sides of the bike and held onto his shoulders firmly, now standing up and leaning against him as you howled into the air as loudly as you could.

All of the boys suddenly cheered, howling and whooping along with you before Marko tugged you down again and you internally thanked him as they all swerved under the boardwalk, turning and skidding around the wooden beams before you were out again and now riding through the woods. ‘Keep your arms in Angel!’ Marko warned and you could see the little branches sticking out that he was making sure didn’t touch you.

When you made it out of the trees you could see the boys had fallen back, clearly purposely as Michael was now riding alongside David who was egging him on. Your brother had always been an idiot, and he had always been a jerk to you, therefore you felt no need to stand up for him or help him in anyway. If he wants to challenge David then more power to him, because David seems like the last guy anyone would want to fight (even if he didn’t have 3 friends for backup). You rested your head against Marko’s back as you rode now, waving at Laddie who was grinning at you before they all came to a stop and you heard your brother screaming.

Michael was off his bike and his fist suddenly collided with David’s face, Dwayne, Paul and Marko rushing to pull him back while you held Laddie behind you, his small hand clutching tight to yours before tugging you and you turned to follow him down the rickety steps to the mouth of a cave. ‘Wait up bud! We don’t want Y/n falling and getting hurt, do we?’ Dwayne asked, catching up and lighting a torch like log on fire to be able to see, holding your other hand and carefully leading you down, lighting the gallon drums on fire to brighten up the whole cave.

‘Such gentlemen, the both of you.’ You thanked, releasing their hands now that you were on (relatively) flat ground.

‘Come see my room!’ Laddie insisted, excitedly. He took your hand again and pulled you over to the other side of the cave where a large bed was and around a corner there was a small area where his bed resided. It was cut off from the rest of the cave so he had privacy and a built in little shelf for his stuff which seemed to hold comics, a few action figures and some unique seashells.

‘This is very cool Laddie, and it’s exactly where I would have chosen to sleep.’ He smiled and you sat down on his bed with him, looking over his comics for a few moments before David’s head popped around.

‘So this is where you ran off to. I knew it was you that stole her.’ David teased and Laddie smiled. He seemed like he had a level of fear when it came to David, not like he felt the need to get away from him, but almost a level of respect in how the kid looked at him and it was odd. ‘Come on Kitten, we’re gonna get some food soon.’ He took your hand in his and it felt wonderful as he pulled you to his side, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

‘Do I smell nice?’ You joked but he growled, pulling you against him and looking at you firmly.

‘You smell amazing Kitten, fucking perfect!’ He pressed his lips to yours quickly, so fast you debated for a moment if it had really happened before he pulled back and led you back to the center of the cave, dropping into his wheelchair and tugging you into his lap which made you gasp in surprise.

‘Get the Rock Box little dude!’ Paul shouted to Laddie who grabbed the big boom box and carried it to the dilapidated fountain, rock music quickly spilling out. ‘Princess.’ Paul gained your attention, handing you a joint and you looked at it unsure. ‘It won’t bite you…though I might.’ He teased, kneeling in front of where you sat across David’s lap and nuzzling against your thigh.

‘I don’t want to fall off the bike on the way home.’ You explained and David rolled his eyes.

‘We would never let you fall Kitten.’ His promise felt like Marko’s, serious, and like on some level he believed it was his job to protect you. ‘Besides, you can just stay here for the night, you’re already ours. Might as well just move in now.’

You laughed at what you thought was a joke, relaxing and taking a few hits from the joint, but what you didn’t know was that David was very serious. You were theirs, and they were never going to let you go, especially not home with that idiot you called a brother.

You took a few more hits and ended up dancing around the fountain with Paul to the music, high and happy, while Dwayne skateboarded around you both, eventually grabbing you from Paul and lifting you into his arms while never once even wobbling on the board.

‘Wow! Your balance is incredible!’ You giggled, holding on around his neck and giving him the chance to nuzzle your throat.

‘You’re so perfect, do you know that?’ You snorted but his arms got tighter. ‘You are. You need to know that! You are fucking perfect! Perfect, pretty, sweet Babygirl.’

‘Aw, Dwayne. You’re so sweet…and clearly stoned.’ He rolled his eyes, kissing your cheek before dropping you onto the couch and laying down over you. He held himself up on one arm, running his fingers through your hair tenderly before readjusting and beginning to play with it with both hands. ‘What are you doing you dork?’ You giggled, loving the feeling of his hands tugging on your hair.

‘I’m Braiding…you know back before I moved in with David and became a Lost Boy, my mother was serious about practicing our ancestors ways of life. One thing she always stressed to me was the importance of a women’s hair. The only people in the world allowed to touch it is herself, her mother and her husband, not even her brothers or father can, anyone else would risk getting their hands cut off if her father found out.’

‘Wow…that’s beautiful…does that mean my brother has to cut your hands off? Cause that would be sad…I think I like them too much to see them chopped off.’ I admitted and he grinned in a way that suggested he knew so much more than I did.

‘No need to worry Babygirl, you’re ours now, and that’s better than me being your husband. I’ll braid your lovely hair every single night and never grow tired of touching it.’ He looked as if he was lost in a dream as he finished the intricate braid and tied it at the end with some kind of ribbon.

‘You’re dramatic. And trust me, marrying me wouldn’t be any kind of fun. I think my mother proved that the women of our family aren’t the marriage type…or the fun type.’ I teased but I could tell instantly that he didn’t like my self deprecating humor.

‘You’ll understand eventually, you’re already ours Babygirl, always have been…’ he hesitated as he looked down at you before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours much more firmly than David had, hand holding the back of your neck. You wound your arms around his neck and pulled him closer before he was suddenly yanked off of you.

‘That’s my sister!’ You heard Mike scream but as he went to punch Dwayne, the shirtless man move his head inches to avoid it before punching Mike so hard he flew back nearly 5 feet.

‘Don’t you ever come anywhere close to her with violent intentions again, if she gets hurt because of you I will flay you and hang you on a post outside the cave.’ You pushed your hand against Dwayne’s chest to try and move him back however it was clear that you were like a 2 year old to him, but even though you couldn’t have moved him, he stopped, not fighting you to get at Michael, not trying to move you out of the way, he just looked down at you with the softest eyes.

‘You weren’t punching him to defend your sisters honor or some bullshit like that, you did it for you and your ego. I would have respected you for defending me Mike, but that was all about you, and not wanting your new friends to see your sister as a whore. You’re a pussy.’ You told him and while he was already livid with you, his face became more red as Paul broke down in tears from laughing so hard.

‘Marko! You Missed It!’ Paul shouted as Marko walked in with a box full of food. You sat on the couch beside Dwayne and held his hand in your lap.

‘Thank you for stopping.’ He nodded his head.

‘I will never put you in danger, if you are hurt it means that we need to kill someone, and your brother is towing the line on that one.’ You smacked his chest playfully as Marko appeared beside you.

‘Are you alright Angel?’ You nodded your head, smiling at how sweet he was.

‘Yes Marko. What do you have to eat?’

‘I have rice, regular, pork fried and chicken fried, noodles, sweet and sour chicken and sweet and sour shrimp. What would you like Angel, you get first dibs.’ There were something like 12 box’s of food that he had and you had to laugh at imagining him riding it home.

‘Can I have sweet and sour chicken and pork fried rice…will you share the rice with me?’ You asked Dwayne who nodded. ‘Cool, I won’t eat it all. And I’m stealing this soda.’ You grabbed a large glass bottle of coke that he had in the box along with a few others.

‘Anything you want, my Angel.’ He gave you the box’s, the chop sticks and a kiss on the head before throwing Dwayne’s and Pauls food at them quite aggressively. He tossed David’s his as well before dropping onto the couch beside you before Paul did making the boy whine and you laugh.

You tried to ignore Michael and David’s conversation, though seeing the blonde man fuck with your bitch of a brother so bad was quite fun before they started drinking wine out of a fancy bottle, the boys cheering Michael on which seemed a bit strange but you went with it as you were comfortably high and full of Chinese food now.

‘Do you want some, Babygirl?’ Dwayne offered and you looked over before shrugging.

‘I’m not a big wine drinker, but sure. Why not?’ You were snuggled into his side at this point and Paul was the one to jump up bringing you a whole different bottle, making you look at him questionably.

‘Only the best for a Princess. Drink up baby, Be One Of Us Forever.’ His words were heavy, like Marko’s and David’s had been about not letting you get hurt and it threw you off a bit but it sounded sweet and honestly, the idea of living here with them and abandoning your shitty life sounds like perfection, even if it was just a fun fantasy.

‘Go on Kitten, have a taste and tell me it’s not delicious!’ David spoke up as Michael now sagged against the bed post beside Star, drinking from the bottle, all the boys looking at you.

‘Okay, okay!’ You slugged the bottle back and took several gulps before pulling back and realizing how sweet the taste really was. It was rich like chocolate, but the sweetness was odd and you couldn’t place it, but you didn’t need to as the boys all cheered making you giggle, drinking some more before Marko wrapped his arms around your waist and swung you around, playfully before you staggered into David.

‘Drink as much as you want baby, it’s all yours, only ever for you.’ David whispered before he kissed the side of your head and swayed with you to the music as your head began to feel wobbly. You had nearly finished the bottle as David held your body weight up against him before lifting you into the air and carrying you to a bed on the other side of the room from Star’s. It was large and covered in blankets and pillows, looking like it had been made recently. ‘Paul and Marko made this for you.’ David said though it sounded like a whisper in your ear…like everything was far away.

‘Really?!’ You mumbled, leaning heavier into his chest before falling into the bed, the bottle being taken from your hand making you whine. ‘Hey! That’s mine!’

‘Of course it is, it’s all yours Babygirl, and it always will be.’ As you looked back, seeing David and Dwayne standing over you, everything was fuzzy. David tucked you into the blankets and you settled back tiredly into the bed.

‘Thank you! Im-I-Imma take a few minute nap, okay? Wake me up in 20!’ You instructed as your eyes fell closed, Paul and Marko both moving to kiss your cheeks and Dwayne kissing your hair before going back to deal with Michael. David was the last to walk away, knowing that you would be safe here in the cave while they’re gone, and for the day.

‘Sleep tight Kitten.’ He spoke, moving to leave with his brothers as Laddie crawled up into the large bed and snuggled under the covers against your side. 20 minutes came and went but they never woke you, not wanting you out of their sight again for the rest of eternity.

The comfort of the bed you were in was the first thing you noticed when your mind became alert again. You had been the one to stay in the attic and the bed up there was less than comfortable, so this bed was everything you could ever want, but you knew you had to leave it.

The guys were nowhere to be found when you stretched, your eyes sore from the light and shielding them as much as you could as you crawled your way out of the cave and began making your way through the trees and back to the boardwalk. The sun was killing you more than normal, even making your skin burn a bit, your body pushing you to lay down and go back to sleep before you caved and crawled into a taxi to take you the rest of the way home, paying him quickly and walking up your steps.

‘Y/n! There You Are! Get in here!’ Sam shouted, pulling you into the house. ‘Where have you been?!’ He exclaimed and you just stared at him, trying to force your eyes open.

‘I was at a friends, I’m going to bed Sam.’ And that’s just what you did, slinking your way up to the attic and stripping to your underwear, sliding into the itchy sheets and instantly regretting not staying in the cave with the boys who very clearly all had a thing for you. If only you were willing to share one guy, let alone 4, then maybe you could have had all of them.

You fell asleep once again and felt as if you were out for 10 minutes before Sam burst in. ‘Y/N! Wake Up! Look in this mirror! We need to see if you’re one of them too!’ Sam was shouting like crazy and it scared you awake, which was never a good way to wake you.

Sam was shoving a handheld mirror in your face first thing in your conscious state and you were not having it. ‘Sam…you have 5 seconds to get the fuck out before I break your hands.’ He was staring at your full reflection for a second before backing off.

‘Y/n! Mike is a vampire! Like in the book!’ He held out a comic book and you took it, opening it and seeing that it was a horror comic.

‘Jesus Sam! No wonder you’re freaking out! You shouldn’t be reading scary stuff like this-‘

‘No, Y/n! I thought it was you, see? Look here!’ He opened the comic and showed you a pretty/horrifying vampire girl surrounded by other vampires. ‘Girl vampires who take to the life are rare, that’s why every pack only has one female for 3 or 4 males and they practically worship her! It can’t be you though, your reflection is still here, Mikes is disappearing! I’m calling mom! She needs to know!’ I continued looking at the comic and seeing the coven of vampires with the female.

“The Coven will change the female once they feel the connection (feeding her their blood), the Males will do anything to protect their mate and keep her happy, even give their own lives if they have to.”

It was like something clicked in my head. They were all so drawn to me, so needy for my attention and approval…any one of them coming onto me any other day would be insane let alone all 4 of them…and they had given me that bottle of wine that was different from Mikes…Holy Shit!

“The Female is often the meal ticket for a vampire pack, tempting their prey to be able to feed, even though she is never touched by anyone other than her mates. Male vampires possessive nature goes beyond that of any human behavior ever exhibited in nature, they will not let other men touch, speak to or often even look at their female.”

That thought is not at all comforting when it comes to the idea of living a normal life however the dark part of me that is slowly taking up my rational thinking is telling me the idea of them all possessive of me is enticing…

I tried to ignore the feeling rising in my lower belly and making my pussy clench but I couldn’t. The sudden image of Dwayne protecting me from my own brother, nearly knocking his head off when he hadn’t touched me at all…what would they do if someone did?

I looked back down at the comic book to see if it said anything else on the page about mates.

“Beware: Vampires will slaughter any who stand in between them and their Female. While many Covens make a game out of hunting and playing with their meals, threatening a Packs Female has often been likened to Suicide. Harming, Killing or Kidnapping a Packs Female is an imminent road to death.”

I need to stay away from them! I can’t be anywhere near them, God forbid I make them even more angry and dangerous with my presence alone.

As I thought this I was suddenly overcome with a painful wave of sadness through my entire body. The idea of not being around the boys was painful already and I’m not even a full vampire yet. I wanted to be back at the cave wrapped up in my warm, comfortable bed that Paul and Marko had put so much effort into making me, wanted to be back in Dwayne’s arms on the couch with him toying with my hair…I guess he was right about being better than my husband. I wanted to be back in the cave, sitting on David’s lap and nuzzling into his neck, those blue eyes drew you in and never let you go. I could practically feel his gloved hands on my body, feel the scratchy stubble on his cheeks between my legs as he shoves his face into my cunt, his mouth devouring me frantically and-

I gasped hard, my eyes flying open to see that I’m still sat on my bed with the comic book on my lap. I opened the pages again and turned to the one after the page Sam handed me seeing that there was more.

“The connection between a vampire pack is intense, they are one with each other, and once all fully vampires they are able to read each others thoughts, feel each others presence and sense each others moods. It makes it extremely easy to find one another and gauge how pack members are feeling. A pack will only ever change their Female with their own blood making them her sire. That bond connects them on an even deeper level which allows them to see what she sees and show her their thoughts, such as showing her dreams or visions.”

Suddenly everything they were saying makes sense, they had given me a different bottle because it was their blood!

“Unlike human men, vampire males are extremely considerate of their Female. They will care for her always, hunt for her if need be, and often display their need for her to show her how important she is to their pack dynamic.”

Their promises of taking care of me suddenly seemed to mean so much more, I’m never going to be able to get away from them…do I want to get away from them?

Warning to all Hunters:

“If at all possible, avoid vampire packs with Female members. Females are much quicker to anger, and much more protective of their nest and pack. Your chances of successful eradication of Coven will plummet.

⚠️Danger Level 10/10⚠️”

Sam came back in quickly, snatching the book and running back out prompting me to slam the door behind him. The reflection in the mirror on the back of my door was fading, I was see through, translucent.

I knew in that moment that I couldn’t be around my family, if Dwayne’s behavior with Mike was any indication of people safety, then I need to stay far away from everyone…

For the next day and a half I hid up in my room, staying clear of the boys and trying to keep away from my family as well. They were just convinced that I didn’t want to be around my blood sucking brother, but I had also nearly ripped Sam’s throat out the day before and I know that this is just safer. That is until Sam burst into my room with 2 other boys making me growl in anger.

‘Is she one of them?!’ The one in the bandana hissed, holding up a stake.

‘No Edgar! She’s just my sister who hates being woken up or bothered. She’s a normal teen girl!’ Sam chastised him and I snorted before Sam was pulling me up out of bed. ‘Come on! We’re going to kill the head vampire to save Mike and his girlfriend!’ The other boy helped Sam lift me against my will and drag me down the stairs.

‘What?! You can’t kill a pack of vampires! You’re kids!’ I didn’t want them dead…but I didn’t want my boys dead even more. A thought that terrified me to my core.

‘This is what we do ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.’ One of the idiots promised as I was forced into Grandpas car.

‘Stop flirting with my sister Alan! We have a job to do!’ Sam demanded, Mike slamming on the gas and driving like a crazy person all the way to the cave. If the sun is pulling him to sleep anywhere near as strong as it is me then I don’t know how he’s doing this. I could barely keep my eyes open in the light as we got to the cliff and everyone jumped out, filing in before Mike snapped at the idiots to not hurt Star. I moved to my bed quickly, shaking the small boy awake and seeing his bright smile as I did.

I clamped my hand over his mouth quickly and he looked confused. ‘Hide. Do you understand me Laddie, I need you to get under this bed and hide until I come find you.’ He nodded quickly, jumping from the covers and doing as I said before I ran to catch up with the kids. ‘They’re not here, we should get out of here before we end up dead!’ I snapped only for Edgar to glare at me.

‘Why are you so keen on us not killing them, huh? Maybe you don’t want your vampire boyfriends dead?!’ He hissed, Sam shoving his way between us before Edgar could threaten me again.

‘Back off my sister Edgar, she’s not-AHHH!’ Sam shrieked as his eyes looked up and found my boys all hanging from the ceiling, sleeping like baby bats. ‘I thought they slept in coffins!’

‘That’s what this place is! One giant coffin! We’ll have to kill them all!’ He exclaimed, grabbing a stake and starting to climb up towards Marko.

‘No! Just the leader!’ Sam shouted and I was suddenly thrown back into thoughts of my Cheshire vampire. As I watched Edgar climb up the make shift ladder all I heard in my head was Markos promise to me our first night together.

“I would never let you fall…”

His words played in my mind over and over again, his teasing voice reminding me how much I loved him in that moment before I even knew what the strange promise meant…he would never let me fall…I can’t let him fall either.

As Edgar lifted the stake I felt the fangs in my mouth jut out and I jumped, levitating up to the ceiling and grabbing ahold of him roughly, causing him to scream out in terror, stabbing the stake back into my side before falling to the ground with me attached to him, shoving his head into the wall and knocking him out. As we hit the ground everything went silent for what felt like minutes, but could only have been 3 seconds before all 4 vampires roared angrily at the idea of being woken up, looking around frantically before all 4 sets of eyes landed on me.

‘Get up! Y/n! Let’s Go!’ Sam grabbed ahold of me and I yelped as the wooden stake that was deep in my side was jostled before I was dragged to the opening again and Sam began pulling me out as fast as he could. ‘Alan! Pull!’

‘Sam! Let go!’

‘No! We have to help her! Pull!’ He demanded as Alan grabbed ahold of me, when suddenly an angry vampire face was growling in ours, 3 more showing up behind an already pissed off David. ‘Ahh!’

‘Pull! Keep pulling!’ Alan demanded, sounding ready to piss himself.

‘We have to go! Y/n, help us! Move!’ Both boys were yanking on my jacket now when suddenly both of my legs were grabbed and I saw David holding one leg and Paul holding the other, pulling me back into the cave much stronger than the human boys.

‘Let go Sam! It Hurts! Let go!’ I begged and saw his eyes, wet with tears.

‘No! I won’t let you go!’ He shouted, yanking me back once again before I let my arms go slack, the jacket they were pulling on sliding right off of me as Paul and David yanked me down once again, Paul lifting me into his arms and growling at Sam and Alan who were now protected by a ray of sun. ‘Y/n! No!’ My little brother screamed, Alan holding him back from crossing the sun while Paul moved back through the tunnel with ease and laid me back against his chest, Marko, Dwayne and David now in front of me, worried looks on their now human faces.

‘You came to kill us?’ David questioned. I had expected him to be angry but he just said it like he was asking a normal, everyday question.

‘They did, dragged me out of bed and into the car…he was gonna kill Marko.’ I mumbled, all of them looking at each other, shocked.

‘You saved me…you really are an Angel, aren’t you?’ I snorted, nodding my head.

‘Couldn’t let you fall.’ His eyes widened a bit before that Cheshire smile was back on his face and he leaned in to kiss me roughly which made me whimper as the stake shifted again and they were suddenly all staring down at it.

‘Time to join the club, Kitten.’ David instructed, moving to grab ahold of Edgar who was still unconscious. ‘Ready?’ I shook my head frantically.

‘Drink Babygirl!’ Dwayne demanded as he yanked the stake from my side quite painfully, David cutting into his neck and pushing it into my face before I couldn’t help myself, the smell being too much, causing me to dig my fangs into his throat and drink until he was drained and my wound was healed.

‘Thank you for saving me Angel.’

‘I couldn’t let you die…my chest hurt at the thought of it and I…I couldn’t-‘

‘He’s your mate, we all are and even as a half you felt it. You could have ignored it much easier than we could, but you didn’t. You were born to be one of us Kitten, start getting used to it.’ David’s words were true, I could feel it in my body and I hated him for it, but I knew that I would never let anyone hurt any of my mates…mates? That word feels so possessive to me now and I turned, wrapping my arms around Marko tightly before he lifted me into his lap.

‘It’s okay Angel, I’m right here-‘

‘But you almost weren’t!’ I half growled half sobbed, the anger that I felt towards those idiots for putting Marko in immortal danger now turning into unbridled rage. ‘They tried to kill you, what if I hadn’t been here?’

‘But you were here Babygirl, no more “what ifs” because we’re all safe and together now.’ Dwayne spoke, brushing his fingers through my hair which he knew made me feel immediately better and I knew did the same to comfort him.

‘Fuck yeah Princess, and we’re gonna destroy those wanna be hunters together!’ Paul laughed, clearly excited before kissing the side of my head. David then pulled me back which made me snarl at the idea of letting go of my mate that had nearly been lost to me.

The next thing I knew I was flat on my back with David pinning me down to the ground, claws around my throat and vampire visage in my face. ‘We’re gonna get something straight Kitten. You’re our mate, and we’ll do anything for you, but you do not growl at us. You’re not in charge here, got it?’ I glared up at him but the overwhelming urge to submit to him was too tempting to resist, prompting me to bare my throat to him. ‘Good Girl.’ I couldn’t stop the purr that built in my throat as he called me that and they all made a pleased rumble in response.

‘Keep making that noise Babygirl, you’re gonna drive us wild!’ Dwayne smirked, fangs flashing as he pulled me from David and kissed my neck.

I couldn’t hide my yawn a moment later, a heavy sleepiness suddenly taking over me. ‘Alright Kitten, time for sleep. The sun is gonna pull you down even stronger because you’re new, you need to rest.’

Just as I leaned back against Dwayne to get comfortable I realized something was missing, gasping and jumping up to my feet, moving towards the tunnel. ‘Angel! Stop! You Cant Touch The Sun Anymore!’ Marko shouted and I froze just before the ray of sunlight, his arm circling my waist not even a full second later. ‘What are you-‘

‘Laddie!’ I shouted, trying to be as loud as I could to make sure he could hear me. ‘Laddie! Come Here Sweetheart! You Can Come Out Now!’ When I didn’t hear a response a moment later I tried to pry Markos arm from my waist.

‘Y/n! Stop-‘

‘No! No, I told him to hide! I need to make sure he’s okay! Let go Marko-’

‘You Can’t Touch The Sun!’

‘I Don’t Care! I Need To-‘ I stopped pulling away when I saw a head of dirty blond hair crawling through the tunnel and I felt my whole body relax. ‘Oh Thank God!’ I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I was so relieved, Laddie crawling into my arms and hugging me before Marko dragged me back down. ‘Are you alright sweetheart?’ He nodded up at me as Dwayne quickly looked him over, practically shoving Marko out of the way.

‘I hid under the bed like you told me. Star made Michael look for me but when the hunters came running from here, he just took her and left. I stayed hiding after they left and didn’t come out till I heard you, just like you said!’ He smiled, proud of himself and I kissed his head, hugging him to my chest.

‘Yes you did, just like I told you. You are such a good boy, and when the sun goes down we’re gonna go to the boardwalk and get you some cotton candy.’ His face lit up in a smile and he hugged me tighter, though he quickly yawned into my chest and I realized how tired he must be. ‘Alright. Sleep time, kid.’ I was pulled back into Dwayne’s chest as he leaned against the wall of the cave which couldn’t have been comfortable, but he said nothing as everyone joined us. David was leaning beside Dwayne with a gloved hand clutching mine while Laddie snuggled into my torso and passed out immediately. Both Marko and Paul moved to rest their heads on my thighs, after Marko covered Laddie with his jacket.

‘Yes, sleep time! And when the sun goes down, we hunt!’ Paul growled and I purred once again, nuzzling close to Dwayne as we all got as comfortable as we could.

‘We’ll teach you how to hang tomorrow, Angel.’

‘Tonight, when you wake, they will all find out how bad an idea fucking with a Packs mate is.’

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