#the lost boys x emerson sister

[literaryfandomangel]

The Lost Boys The Promise

Chapter One

Moving to Santa Carla, California, had been too stressful for Mom. Following the curtails of her divorce, where Dad took everything, Mom had to uproot us back to her old home. Dad didn't want us; he had shouted when the divorce papers had been served. He didn't want to have to deal with a crazy, ill daughter or a son who read comics all day long. I remember feeling as if my heart had just stopped beating after being stabbed with a knife. 

My dad had some choice words for my mother, too. By the time my father had read through the divorce paperwork, my Mom had dissolved into tears. Sam had crept into my room, trying to appear older and rougher than breaking into his own tears. I had welcomed my brother into bed, flipping down the light coverlet for him to crawl under. 

Sam had hugged my stuffed animal, face buried in the soft fur until the screaming stopped. Usually, I would have sung to my little brother to help him sleep, but with the divorce, the fighting, and my own personal issues, I'd start withdrawing. Which meant not even speaking. 

The school had ended by the time the paperwork had been signed and settled. Sam gave Mom grief about moving to her hometown, but I said nothing. There wasn't anything left for me in Phoenix - my toxic relationship had ended badly. I touched the lightening bruise on the side of my face in memory. I didn't have any friends, and now Mom had divorced Dad. 

I felt hopeful that Santa Carla would be a better place. Something deep inside me yearned for the sandy beach, the hot summer sun, and the scent of saltwater in the air. I could faintly remember the summers spent in the town; Dad always griped about coming to Mom's hometown. Our summers spent in Santa Carla were few. 

Sam grumbled for most of the ride. I was content to let my brother sit in the front seat while my Mom tried to ease the growing tension rising with every mile closer to Santa Carla. I didn't bother to protest - not wanting to spend one more minute in Phoenix. I didn't want to be any closer to my paternal figure than I had to be. Sam was popular. He wore designer clothing and had a lot of friends in Phoenix, even though he was a comic nerd. 

"Honey, you need to eat something," My Mom's eyes found mine in the rearview mirror. I sighed granola bar in hand. I had picked each piece of oats off the bar for two hours. "Please just eat the granola bar."

"I'll eat it!" Sam reached back and snatched the granola bar from my hand. Before Mom could protest or reprimand my brother for taking my food, he had it half-crammed into his mouth. My stomach turned with disgust at seeing his bulging cheeks and flecks of chewed food on his lips. "Mmm!" 

I just sighed and returned to gazing out onto the landscape. I could hear the seagulls becoming louder, indicating we were closer to Santa Carla and the sea. Mom wanted to say something else about my food situation but turned her attention to my brother as they messed with the radio. 

For the past three years, my parents have struggled with my eating disorder. I didn't want to eat anything at all. My dad tried to ship me off to an inpatient facility, but they released me after I didn't gain any of the much-needed weight back. 

Nanook, my brother's husky, set her head on my lap, offering warmth and protection. I reached down and pulled a copy of Tolstoy's Anna Karenina out of my bag. I knew it would be at least another hour before we reached Grandpa's place in Santa Carla. 

"We are stopping!" Mom announced loudly, startling me. I was engrossed in the pages of Russian literature, the illicit affair between Anna and Vronsky. I jumped, the sharp tone of my mother's voice cutting through the scenes playing out in my head as I read. 

I grabbed the discarded ribbon across my thin thigh and pressed it between the book's pages. I always needed to find my bookmarks; therefore, I would use any material to track my progress. Mom pulled into a gas station parking lot, needing to fill the car's tank. 

"I'm taking Nanook to potty!" Sam yelled, jumping out of the front seat. He grabbed his dog's leash and then took her across the lot. I watched as my brother had no qualms about walking past all the people. 

I blinked as I took in the people milling about us. My Mom was busy putting gas in the tank, so I just gazed at those passing by. All the individuals were bright - and colorful. It differed from what I was used to in Phoenix, but it made sense with my Mom's aesthetic. She loved colorful clothing and gauzy skirts. 

Looking around, I saw that everyone was different but fit together. There were women clad in bikinis, roller skating down the sidewalks, and goth kids covered from head to toe in black. Homeless kids in worn layers, alongside surfer guys in wetsuits, carting around surfboards. It was astonishing to see all these individuals walking beside one another. 

They wouldn't be in the same vicinity as their counterparts in any other town. People of the same cliques and gangs would stick together, not daring to break into another group. 

However, as I stood there, gazing around at the people, I felt a seed of jealousy take root deep within my soul. It might have been the heat of the sun, but the hot feeling radiated from within my body as I looked around. These people felt comfortable enough to express themselves through their outfits and appearance. They weren't afraid to show their originality - some had numerous piercings, colored hair, and weird hairstyles. Even their tattoos and clothing - or lack thereof - demonstrated that they weren't shying away from their individuality. 

"Honey," my Mom's soft voice brought me out of my musing as I leaned against the back of the Range Rover. "Can you go give those two this money?" I looked to where my Mom was indicating, pulling my cardigan closer. I saw two teenagers around a dumpster, looking for food scraps in the trash bags. I took the proffered money from my mother's hand and walked towards them. The two gave me a slight, grateful grin before snatching the money and disappearing. 

Sam had finished letting Nanook stretch her legs and came across the parking lot towards us. I slid into the backseat, not bothering to fight Sam about the passenger seat. There was no use - I wouldn't argue or talk with him. Sam let Nanook climb in with me, unclipping the leash before shutting the back door. 

"Mom!" Sam was excited about something he had seen on his travels. "Did you know there's an amusement park on the beach?"

"That's called the boardwalk, sweetheart," Mom educated the both of us. I just raised an eyebrow in question. My Mom seemed to be more excited about the boardwalk than Sam. "We will go to the boardwalk tonight. Unless, Aria, do you want to go look?"

"That's not fair!" Sam crowed, spinning around to glare at me. "Why does she get to go?"

"Because she's older, Sam," Mom tried to allay his upset. I just shook my head, knowing Mom saw it in the rearview mirror. "Okay. Then we'll all go tonight."

I thought that Grandpa's house would be closer to town, but it was a few miles outside of the main attraction in Santa Carla. I didn't bother to pull out Anna Karenina again; I just gazed out the window. Mom eventually pulled off the city streets onto an unmarked and unpaved road. A cloud of dust, comprised of the dirt making the lane, billowed behind the car. Mom pulled into the driveway, which was lined with wood chips. Sam was looking in horror at the house. 

The decor and house were attractive. It looked like an old log cabin converted into a modern-sized dwelling. Grandpa obviously had a knack and talent for wood carving, as many of his projects littered the yard. There were several small trailers, and wind chimes around the lawn. I actually liked the feel of the house. 

Exiting the car, I noticed the paddock with at least three horses. They were grazing on the lush, green grass growing, tails lazily swishing in the wind. I could smell the scent of sharp manure and the salty breeze from the sea. 

"Grandpa has horses?" I asked, breaking my silent streak. My voice was husky from misuse. My Mom and brother looked at me, amazed that I had spoken. 

"Yes," my Mom smiled, happy I had spoken for the first time in several days. I nodded, not saying another word. I looked towards the house entrance that we would call home, noticing the figure of a man lying on the porch. 

My face paled, immediately assuming the worst. Sam and my Mom went to investigate the situation, but I stayed by the car. I didn't want to walk onto the scene to find my grandfather dead of a heart attack. 

"Honey, he's just a deep sleeper!" My Mom tried to settle my nerves with a gentle smile. She waved her hand to make me come over and join the trio on the porch. I sucked in a deep lungful of the salty air before walking across the yard towards the porch. 

"If he's dead, can we move back to Phoenix?" Sam asked, causing my Mom and I to glare at him. He shrunk back as Grandpa opened his eyes and moved. 

"Playin' dead!" Grandpa's innate masculine voice filled the air. It was a relief to hear his voice, knowing that he wasn't dead. I turned to look down at the man with whom we would live for the unforeseeable future. "And from what I heard, doin' a damn good job of it."

My Mom chuckled as she leaned down to hug her father. I can imagine it would be a relief to be comforted by one's parents, especially as Grandma had died when Mom was just a preteen. Her dad was her rock, someone Mom could depend upon in life. 

Sam looked weirded out by the situation, but I wordlessly motioned we should return to the car. We had little to move since Dad got everything in the settlement. Mom had wanted the divorce over and done with, so she took the lowest agreement with Dad. Even though Mom could have won more in the divorce since she was taking care of Dad’s two kids, she just signed the paperwork.  Chapter Two

[harmonyverendez]

You are my brother ~ Edgar Frog x Sister Reader! ~ The Lost Boys: Tribe - Part 2

Title: You Are My Brother.

Warnings: Mentions of killing, sibling rivalry and other things.

Characters: Alan Frog, Edgar Frog, Sam Emerson, Michael Emerson ( Mentions ) and other characters.

Fandom: The Lost Boys Collection.

Summary: After finding out that you were bitten by a vampire ( Your Brother ) Edgar makes it his mission to destroy you, but fate has other plans.

Part 1 - https://www.tumblr.com/harmonyverendez/685060975448195072/imagine-being-edgar-and-alan-frog-sister-and?source=share

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Both you and Edgar froze and looked in the direction of the voice, there was a tall shadow figure hiding in the shadow.

The person waited for a moment, it was almost as if the figure was hesitating and waiting for a demand.

You narrowed your eyes trying to make of the face, but nothing.

It was pitch black and no hope.

' Who ever it is, come on out!" Edgar growled.

' I don't think I can do that ' the voice said.

Your eyes widened, you recognize the voice instantly. It was your ex, Sam Emerson.

You and he use to be a couple, but after being bitten by your brother Alan.

He has changed.

So he broke up with you and left, and that was the last time you saw.

At least until now.

' Come on out, Sam. You and I have unfinished business to discuss!'.

You gulped and watched as your ex-lover step out of the shadow.

You gasped at his appearance, he did not look the same as before.

But you could recognize his baby blue eyes from anywhere.

Sam Emerson.

' Brave enough to show your face around here, huh Sam?' Your brother gasped.

You turned slowly and blocked Sam's body with yours. But it was too late, your brother has eyes on Sam.

Someone would die today.

Rather it was you or him.

Sam did his dirty talking and ran full speed at Edgar, but it was too late, your brother pulled out crossbow and shot it through Sam's heart.

Sam was dust the next seconds later.

Tears filled your eyes,as you dropped to floor and held the ash in your hand.

You didn't care that your back was turned and that Edgar was ready to kill you.

Or that you were exposed his weapon.

You just wanted your Sammy back.

' Any last words?' Your brother asked.

You didn't say anything.

Edgar raised the weap ready to kill you, but a white light flashed through the room.

Both of you shielded your eyes from the light and a few seconds later, a voice spoke up.

' No one is dying tonight? '.

You gasped.

You recognized that voice instantly.

It was your other brother -

Alan.

[phoenixwatchesmovies]

Dracula Season Watch Party: The Lost Boys (1987)

After moving to a new town, two brothers discover that the area is a haven for vampires. - Dir. Joel Schumacher

Let's get one thing straight: this movie isn't. Stick a pin in that because we'll get back to that in due time.

In that case, though, WHERE DO I START? This is a fucking great movie and I'll fight anyone who says otherwise. (I didn't say you have to like it. Quality is objective and personal taste is not. Go forth with that nugget of wisdom.)

Starting at the beginning, then, we get one of the best movie themes ever written (as evidenced by the amount of covers that exist), some of my favorite establishing shots ever filmed, and the character entrance that made me say out loud, "OH SHIT 👀"

YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN. As the top comment on the video says, "you know it's awesome when you click just to watch the opening."

The entire movie is like that, TBH. It's almost as quotable as The Princess Bride Thee Greatest Movie Ever Made, and is matched only by The Shining for scenes I'll just watch on their own because I love them that much. Like this one, for instance, that I'm linking because I'm going to bring it up again later:

^^ the music, the camera, the lighting, the transition from the headlights to the lighthouse... It's so good...

Other great music moments include the "People Are Strange" montage of slice-of-life style clips of folks going about their day in Santa Carla intercut with all the posters of missing people hung up around the boardwalk, "I Still Believe" featuring Tim Cappello, Tina Turner's former saxophone player, "Walk This Way" as the boys close in on the surfers on the beach, and ENDLESS uses of "Cry Little Sister."

Brief moment to talk about the Emerson family dynamic. Script, performances, and direction all work together in all the best ways so you never doubt how much they care about each other, or how far they'll go for each other. You can argue for family being one of the core themes of the story, whether it's the one you're born into or the one you're...well, born in a sense, into. Either way, it's about the bonds you make, be it for a lifetime or an eternity.

Grandpa gets his own bullet for being such an icon, and for having the absolute #1 best last line of a movie in history. We waited an hour and a half for the punchline of a joke we didn't even notice we were being told. 🫡

Suppose I'll move onto the Frog brothers. Their antics are where most of the comedy comes from, and if there's one thing I have a problem with in this movie, it's the way the two halves don't quite fit together. Michael and David and Co. work on their own as an edgy, stylish, coming-of-age story. Sam and the Frog brothers are the most obvious giveaway that the original concept was something a bit more similar to The Goonies. And it's probably because I like the vampires a lot more, but the kids just aren't that interesting. They're funny and necessary, but I'm not as invested in what they're doing.

Which brings us back to the Lost Boys themselves. The name is a deliberate reference to Peter Pan, and that's where the tragedy of the whole thing comes in. Screenwriter James Jeremias, after reading Interview With The Vampire and the character Claudia in particular, ran with the idea that the reason Peter and his gang never grow up is because they're vampires (which came first, this movie, or the theory that Peter and Co. are the souls of dead children?). You can see that influence throughout the story, and apparently David and the boys were meant to contrast with Michael in the way they represent adolescence, given they're eternal teenagers.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I don't get that very much. I'm sure it's there, but in terms of x vs y, the vampires and the Frog brothers have always stood out more to me. Compare the two kids trying so hard to appear grown up (Edgar even puts on a deep voice that fools no one) and the four kids who will literally never grow up.

I also called this a tragedy, at least as far as the boys are concerned. What else could it be, being a horror movie, but you watch scenes like the bike ride and it's fun and exciting and you understand what Schumacher is going for. They're alive and living in the moment, free in the way only kids seem to be. As you learn what they are, you realize that, for them, at least, this freedom is forever. Life will always be one big party going from one thrill to the next. The tag line is literally "never grow old, never die." And only one of those is true by the end of the movie. The gut punch about David's death (aside from the fact that he dies at all, what can I say, I'm obsessed with him) is that he doesn't go out like the others do, with blood and melting flesh and explosions. He just...dies, as that child choir kicks in one last time, and you see him for what he always was--a dead kid.

In conversation with tragedy is the theme of monsterhood as a whole. When Michael is faced with the reality of what his new friends are and what he himself is becoming, David has this to say: "You'll never grow old, Michael, and you'll never die. But you must feed." Spoken after the vampires have slaughtered half a dozen beach bums, we have the cost of immortality underlined for us. We've also seen Michael struggle against his new nature when he nearly attacked his own brother earlier in the movie, and it's not like he chose to go after Sam because he's evil. It's instinct. Hunger. A matter of survival. We see him alternatively warning Sam to stay away from him and pleading for help to stop what's happening to him because he doesn't want to become a monster, a killer like David. And that's what makes David and the rest of the boys the antagonists, because their survival depends on killing and feeding on other people, but that's all they're doing, is surviving according to their nature. That's the tragedy of monsterhood.

Along with the realization that someone had to have done that to these kids. Someone chose to make them what they are, and that's the real evil of the story.

And speaking of Max, I appreciate the fake-out approach to revealing him as the real Big Bad. It's very Scream, where you were pretty sure it was Billy the whole time but there was that one scene that threw a temporary wrench in your theory. But Star's line about Max being a secret David was protecting comes out of nowhere in a way that feels like there was a bit more context for it initially, but it never made the final cut.

Which leads me to my other gripe. The pacing and timeline don't seem to be in obvious cooperation. Again, it feels like more was there at one point, but transitional scenes were left out, so it's hard to tell how much time passes between the Emersons moving to Santa Carla and the final showdown. Things could either happen very quickly in which case the escalation is on a level with Romeo and Juliet, or it's more spaced out and the space isn't apparent. And I'm leaning towards the "spaced out" approach.

Now. Allow me a few more indulgent moments, because we gotta talk about David.

Look at him.

LOOK AGAIN.

Istg, he stepped around the bend of that merry-go-round and I said, out loud, with words, "oh shit." I had a crisis for days afterward due to the gender envy. I STILL don't know if I want him or if I want to be him. (I'm too fond of my hair as it is to even think about whether or not I'm brave enough for a bleached mullet, so at least I don't really have to think too hard about the answer.) All this to say, can you really blame Michael? One look at this guy and I didn't know what kind of egg joke I wanted to make, so I'm not surprised our boy Mike was trying so hard to fit into this group.

(Yes, you're correct, I'm circling back to my opening statement.)

You can read this as straight up, pun slightly intended, guys being dudes and Michael just wanting to be accepted by the local cool kids. Makes sense, really. They are cool. He's the new kid in town, and that folds right into the usual coming of age narrative with finding your place in the world along with discovering your own identity, etc etc. But if that's the case, then why all the long, frequent, intense eye contact?

@verified-villain-fxcker gets it. 🥂

Look, I'm sure if you tried hard enough to find a heterosexual explanation for the homoerotic tension I'm seeing, you could. But you're on this site, browsing the tag for this movie, so do you really want to? I've got a whole thesis statement on how Schumacher being a gay man/identity influencing one's art/motorcycle clubs being part of queer culture rattling around somewhere in my head, but to keep mostly on topic, I'm sticking with this: part of the coming of age story is discovering your identity, which includes your sexuality. Therefore, it's hardly a stretch to say this is a movie about gay awakening as much as anything else and that Michael Emerson is a disaster bisexual. Of course I'm not the first person to see it that way, but Pride Month is almost over. What else was I going to end on?

He's queer, your honor. Happy Pride. 🏳️‍🌈

[v3nusxsky]

We both know how much I love your writing so I have to request some more sub Larissa x dom reader. (Plot is completely changeable as always I'll happily read whatever you write.)

My idea was r and Larissa went to school together. They had a mutual dislike of each other, r thought Larissa was stuck up and a rich prick who didn't know anything about real life and Larissa was annoyed r didn't apply themselves because they were smart.

Flashforward to present and r is at parents weekend since they look after their little brother and Larissa invites r back to her office for wine for a catch up and they end up finally admitting why they both annoyed eachother so much is because they both had a thing for the other and they finally end up fucking and r lovingly teasing Larissa about how submissive she is for them compared to how dominant she pretends to be for her job?

If it fits could you include biting/marking kink, bondage, breeding kink, bratty Larissa 9

Wand lots of after care?

Thank you so much!

Smoke and mirrors 18+

*Authors note~ only one tonight guys I’m sorry! I have to go on a family trip tomorrow so it’s been stressing me out preventing me from writing. Also car trouble which is equally as stressful! But here we go, I hope this is okay for you all*

Trigger Warnings~slight angst? Sub l dom r biting/marking kink breeding kink degrading and praise kink mommy kink strap on, oral sex

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^

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You'd changed a lot since your Nevermore days, that much was certain, you and your brother Emerson had lost your mother three years ago. Since then, you'd raised him as practically your own son. Your ability is telepathy while he was a siren. So it really made sense that you were to send him to Nevermore just like your parents had with you. Your time at Nevermore was nothing but enjoyable apart from the stuck up rich prick that you had a dorm with. The raven haired girl wasn't so bad, hardly ever stayed in Ophelia hall but the blonde? God you couldn't stand how she acted or held herself. Really she didn't know anything about real life where you have to fight for everything and anything. Nothing is handed to you on a plate. Running to daddy wasn't an option because daddy was never there. It wasn't just you though, Larissa found you irritating, to her you could apply yourself more to your studdies, stop leaving everything to the last minute and take some responsibility for yourself. You had the brains and she knew that, she just wished you would use them more.

Arriving for Emerson's first parent's weekend was exciting, you'd missed the young lad and truly couldn't wait to hear about his experiences at Nevermore. What you were not expecting was to be greeted by Larissa. Surly she would've left Nevermore like you? It appeared not. "Emer? Who's that?" You whispered to your brother causing him to smile, "Principal Weems, she said I can go her anytime I miss mom or dad." So it appeared she did have a kind part of her. Interestingly. Maybe your younger self misjudged the blonde.

After she did her talk to officially start parent's weekend she began to mingle, making a beeline for you. "Emerson is this your sister darling?" She practically purred as the young boy smiled and happily introduced you to her. "Well well well, how many years has it been love? I'm sorry about Diane, she was always wonderful to me" she murmured and you nodded in thanks, "it's been a while, your principal now?" Pleasant conversation was made until Emerson's friend came to ask if he'd go into Jericho with his family and him, of course you chucked and ruffled your brothers hair okaying it. "Well it seems your at a loose end, would you like to come and catch up in my office? I have wine" she chuckled hoping the wine would sell you, truly she wanted to know about you, this air of maturity and responsibility allowing her to see how truly magical you are.

That was how you found yourself three glasses into her bottle of wine staring at the blonde, wondering how she would taste on your tongue. Perhaps that's why you did it, you lunged forward to capture the blondes lips before practically mounting her lap. Glasses of wine long forgotten as you straddled her lap, your hands roaming her clothed body as Larissa just let you. A submissive act. A smirk adorned your now slightly swollen lips, "do you want this Larissa?" You practically purred her name causing her to nod enthusiastically and cry, "please god please."

That was all it took for you to move down her body until she could lay flat on her back. Only then did you tear through her clothing to admire her in all her beautiful glory. "God you're stunning" you whimpered to her as you kissed every inch of her bare skin, loving the little gasps of need mixed with pain as you pinched and tugged on her pert buds. "Oh god please" she whined to you causing to nip at her breast, "who am I darling?"

"M-mommy?" She whispered causing you to find her stuttering adorable, the all dominant principal being nothing but a slut for her mommy just added to the power play. "Good girl darling, mommy will fix it okay?" The speed the blondes head was nodding almost had you feeling it would fall off, "please gods I need you!"

After teasing her thighs you took your first swipe from her glistening folds and you were a goner. As if you'd taken a hit of your favourite drug and needed more you dove back into her cunt, licking sucking and lapping at it. It was if you thought she'd run dry and you'd never get enough. A starving woman for the blonde. Larissa's whines and mewls for more only spurred you on in your task. You couldn't help but moan around her clit at the taste of her before slipping two fingers into her soaking cunt. "Oh god! Mommy god please wanna cum" she mewled as you lightly scrapped your teeth over the rock hard bud.

"Cum for me gorgeous" was all you offered before you went back to harshly sucking on her aching bundle of nerves. With a very undignified squeal you were reward for all your effort as her cum drenched your fingers, her hips bucking wildly to ride her orgasm out. Of course you stayed there to help her through and saver your reward before kissing back up her body. "Shall we move this to your bedroom baby?" The hazy smile and nod of her head followed by her attempting to stand on shaky legs gave you your answer. "Oh no you don't princess, I've got you" you murmured before picking the blonde up, despite her blatant attempts to say she's far too heavy only for you to capture her lips to shut her up.

Tossing the blonde on a bed like nothing more than a mere rag doll you asked where she kept her toys and of course like the good little submissive she directed you to them. There you found a wide range, so it appears the snobby uptight blonde is actually rather normal. Who would've known? Selecting what you wanted, a double ended dildo that could vibrate you made your way back to the blonde. You were admiring the marks you left on her ivory skin, the desire to make more, to add to the collection running rampant in your mind. The blonde squirming in anticipation on the bed gave you more ideas.

Larissa Weems most certainly wasn't planning to spend her parent's weekend bound to her bed at the complete mercy of her ex roommate who she thought still hated her and vice versa, but it was true what they say, there's a thin line between love and hate. You couldn't help but smile at the blonde being helpless and at your mercy. "Look at the Principal of Nevermore being nothing more than a whore for me" you teased as you secured the faux dick before teasing her soaking slit with the cock head. "Mommy! Please please put it in" she whined feeling sensitive from her previous orgasm. "Okay princess, but I will not be stopping till I've come, using you like nothing more than a flashlight for mommy."

You did just that of course, you were humping the faux cock into her pussy at such a force and pace that all she could think see and feel was you. The sight of her eyes rolling back into her beautiful brain with every brush the head of your cock made with her cervix. Her moans now nothing but incoherent babbles and pleads to continue. Of course you complied, using her fluttering hole until you wanted to stop. "God I'm gonna fill you up so good princess, gonna make you so round and full for mommy. You'd like that huh? Nothing more than a cum dumpster for mommy. Watching you swell as you carried my child. God you look so beautiful all pregnant from me" you panted as your orgasm took over your thrusts.

Larissa came around your cock for the third time as you both rode out your climaxes together before you slipped from her now extremely sensitive cunt. Her cum still seeping from her hole giving you a sense of pride. You tossed the strap to the side and immediately came to hold the blonde to your chest. It is common that submissive people find it hard to regulate after such intense feelings but the beating of your heart could work to ground her. What you were not expecting was to feel a wetness hitting your bare chest. Her shoulders shaking with sobs but no sound. She was crying.

"Larissa? Darling talk to me what can I do love?" You murmured coming to stroke her hair. Hopefully you were providing some kind of comfort. "I - m sorry for how rude I was at school. I just I didn't want you to fail because you are capable of great things. I was hard on you because I wasn't ready to admit I liked girls. I liked you. I'm so sorry" she sobbed not really taking any breaths in between her words but some how you still caught them all. "Such a silly golden goose, Larissa I knew that. I wasn't ready either darling, I saw you as something I desire but can never have that's why I said those things. I like you too my goose."

The silence that overtook you both was pleasant and comfortable, both just soaking in the words the other said. But you were the first to break it. "Can I take you on a date Risa?" You murmured to the blonde causing her to smile and nod happily, "yes!" You matched her smile and tilted her head to steal a kiss. "Can I tell everyone that the Principal of Nevermore is my very own personal and private submissive little whore?" You teased causing the blonde to smack your arm, "and ruin my reputation? No way mommy!" The sounds of your laughs filling the blondes bedroom as she snuggled impossibly closer to you. "You are so perfect my golden goose" you murmured before a sweet kiss was pressed to her blonde curls. "Sleep my darling girl, you need your rest, I plan to use my pretty pet in a few hours time."

Word count~ 1910

[luminnara]

Goddamn, Shit-Sucking Vampires Ch. 17 | Poly!Lost Boys x OC (18+ ONLY)

Vera is an unusually vicious bloodsucker who’s never stuck in one place for very long…until a mysterious feeling pulls her right to the murder capital of the world: Santa Carla, California. Now, she needs to figure out why exactly she’s there, where she fits in amongst the boardwalk’s nighttime denizens, and how to cope with her own personal vampire-related problems. Poly Lost Boys/OC, starts just before the movie *MULTI PART SERIES*

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Michael Emerson was tucked safely in bed in his new room that night. Sure, he was a little pissed off about that girl…okay, he was downright agitated. He felt desperate to meet someone, anyone in Santa Carla, and he had his heart set on the cute brunette from the boardwalk. The image of her face was seared into his mind, her smile beaming at him whenever he closed his eyes. He needed to know who she was, and he didn’t care if the guys she hung out with were criminals or low lives or gang bangers. In the morning, he’d go out and look for a job, and in the evening, he’d head to the boardwalk without his annoying little brother so that he might actually have a chance to find his mystery girl and have a real conversation with her.

Yeah, he had it all planned out. He had noticed how the bikers dressed, with their leather jackets and dangly earrings. There was bound to be a spot in town where he could find himself a jacket and some cooler sunglasses than the ones he already owned. If that girl liked bad boys, then he could make himself look the part, couldn’t he? Sam would probably give him shit for it, but he didn’t know anything. He paraded around in oversized designer shirts all day and stuck out like a sore thumb everywhere he went. At least Michael was making an attempt to fit in.

As he tried and failed to get to sleep, he wondered who that girl was. Santa Carla was a weird place full of weird people, but she looked so…nice. So normal. She didn’t look like she should be hanging around guys like that. And what was the deal with her grumpy friend? Michael thought she was hot, too, but more in a way that made him feel like she might cut his balls off, and he wasn’t so sure he was into that…and besides, she had totally made out with the Twisted Sister reject, hadn’t she? And that guy had glared daggers at Michael, so it was probably a better idea not to go after girls with boyfriends. 

His eyes suddenly shot open.

Did the brunette have a boyfriend? 

She hadn’t seemed all that thrilled to climb on the back of Billy Idol’s bike, but the guy hadn’t forced her. She went willingly, away from Michael and straight towards him, but there wasn’t any kissing or groping or even words exchanged. So were they together? Did things like that even matter in Santa Carla? Michael was the new guy in town, and that gang had all been watching him like they wanted to kick his ass just for being there. Backing off would be the smart thing to do, the thing least likely to get him beat up. He knew he should probably just cut his losses and accept that he wasn’t cool enough for a girl who hung out with guys like that, and he knew that he probably didn’t want to get involved with whatever wild shit that gang got into. But was he gonna give up? Was he gonna do the smart thing?

Hell no. 

He rolled over, trying to get comfortable. Yeah, tomorrow he’d go work on his new look, and he’d totally win that girl over. At the very least, maybe if he looked the part, the guys she hung around might respect him. He already had a bike, even if it wasn’t as cool as theirs, and a new city meant that he could leave his old self behind and make something new. The thought was a comfort, and he finally drifted off to sleep, safe and sound, oblivious to the horrors that so often plagued Santa Carla at night. 

-0-

Those horrors had names, of course.

“Marko! Hurry it up!” David snapped from the cave entrance. 

“I’m coming, Christ!” Marko rolled his eyes, letting the pigeon he held in his hand go to fly up to its roost. 

“You pay more attention to those damn birds than you do me,” David sneered as Marko approached. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I didn’t realize I was neglecting you, dear…”

David wrinkled his nose as Marko put a hand on his chest and leaned in, batting his eyelashes. “You’re obnoxious.”

“I’ll be sure to have dinner on the table by four, honey, please forgive me—“

“Hey, uh, what about my dinner?” Paul asked impatiently. “You’re holdin’ us up, David said he had somethin’ exciting planned—“

“Can’t you tell I’m smoothing things over with my loving husband?” Marko snapped at him, dropping the atomic housewife act entirely. 

“Yeah, well I’m hungry!” Paul hissed.

A moment later they were lunging at each other, and Vera was cackling in delight from her perch on Dwayne’s back. David still hadn’t told any of them who he was planning on hunting, but now that they were all back together again and all the sad talk seemed to be behind them, she was just glad to be going out to feed in the first place. She could really go for a bite after such a weird evening. 

Laddie and Star were in bed already, the former asleep while the latter stayed up to read a book and fantasize about the boy she had met on the boardwalk. By the time Vera and David had gotten back from visiting Max, Star had already tucked herself away behind the silks and lace, and they had more pressing matters to attend to than bothering her. 

Like corralling Paul and Marko and encouraging them to at least make their way outside while they fought. 

“Where are we going?” Dwayne asked as he stepped around Marko’s flailing arms, very narrowly avoiding his claws. 

“Back towards town,” David smirked. 

“Who do you wanna go after?” Vera asked, resting her chin on Dwayne’s shoulder as he carried her.

David’s smirk turned into a grin. “Greg and Shelly.”

Dwayne paused in surprise, and then his lips spread into a grin of his own. A dangerous growl started up in the back of his throat, a low, guttural sound that Vera could feel in her very bones. He was already breathing hard in anticipation, the dark brown of his irises melting into that striking, predatory gold that signified shifting. His grip on her legs tightened and she felt claws piercing her flesh, and when she looked at the others, she saw that they were faring similarly. Paul and Marko were back on their feet already, Paul trembling with excitement while Marko gnawed at his thumb, both staring at David with wild eyes. 

He just laughed that cruel laugh and took to the sky. 

Vera could have let go of Dwayne to fly on her own, but he was still holding onto her as he leapt after David. She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing at his eagerness to tear Greg limb from limb, and as they flew along the bay, the boys kept filling her head with images of what they wanted to do to their victims. 

Paul was hoping to rip Shelly’s throat out, plain and simple. He’d been waiting forever to finally eat her, and he wasn’t going to waste any time if he got to her first. Marko was planning on gutting Greg like a pig, taking extra pleasure in imagining how his guts would spill out of him and the look on his face when he realized what was happening. David just wanted to tear them both apart, go for a major artery—whichever he found first—and let the blood spray out as their terrified hearts pumped it out for him. 

And Dwayne wanted to pull Greg’s spine out, clean and fast and simple.

Vera felt a shiver run through her. She didn’t know whose thoughts to focus on, the four of them all too excited to quiet down. This was more chaotic than when they had hunted Vernon down, and they were more vicious this time around. She could tell how much they absolutely loathed Greg, and Shelly was just an unfortunate girl who was into the wrong slimeball. 

What’s the deal with these two, anyway? She asked, trying to send her thoughts cutting through the barrage of gore they were all thinking up. She’d encountered the humans before, sure, and they were less than chill, but she got the feeling they had a lot more history than she had seen. 

Greg’s a grade A piece of shit, Paul answered. 

He loves to hate us, Marko added. Thinks he’s real hot shit ‘cause he’s in a surf gang. They tear up our town like they own the place. 

He’s an obnoxious piece of shit who thinks he runs the boardwalk, David drawled. Been on my shit list since the day we met him months ago. It’s finally time to give him a piece of my mind.

Why now? Vera asked. 

Because it’s time we put our foot down. David growled. This is our boardwalk. It’s time we started acting like it again. Things are changin’ and I’m not sittin’ by anymore. 

Yeah! Paul agreed. I’ve been waitin’ for this one for so long…

I know, David grinned, laughing darkly. Now let’s fucking go.

They erupted in a series of shouts that sounded more like howls, too excited to give a shit about being quiet. If anyone down on the ground heard them, they might inclined to think Santa Carla was haunted by some sort of ghouls or banshees…but more than likely, any humans who were still out at such a late hour were too fucked up or too tired to put much stock into the unearthly cries up in the clouds. They were most likely ignored, written off as just another one of those weird Santa Carla things that tended to just happen, and as Vera clung to Dwayne’s back, she found herself glad to be living (un-living?) in a place where vampires seemed able to be themselves.

“There they are,” she heard Paul growl. 

She looked down and saw that they had reached a scruffy stretch of beach, and Vera recognized it as the sort of place young couples drove out to in order to spend some quality time together. The bright lights of the boardwalk were still shining across the water, the roller coaster looking especially beautiful from so far away. Why hadn’t she and the boys ever wandered out that way to relax? It was the perfect spot to bring some beers and have a private party. It seemed like Greg and Shelly might be onto something, if Paul’s nose was right and they were there.

 Sure enough, at the very top of the hill, parked all alone and looking particularly vulnerable, was a tan car…and Vera could see it rocking slightly. 

“Oh, gross,” Marko bared his teeth in an eager grin. 

Dwayne shrugged Vera off of his back and she reluctantly let go of him, hovering in the air as she watched him roll his shoulders. He returned Marko’s grin and then looked at Paul, whose eyes were yellow and wild and full of that crazed hunger they were all feeling, and together, the two of them dove for the car. 

���Quit!” Vera heard Shelly’s laugh from the backseat. 

“C’mon,” Greg said between playful growls, his voice muffled. “Let’s have some fun–”

Marko landed next to the car and gave it a light shove, grinning as he heard Shelly’s heartbeat suddenly speed up. 

“What was that?” she hissed. 

“What was what?” Greg asked. 

 “I thought I heard something…”

And then all hell broke loose, as usual. 

“What is that?” Shelly shrieked as the roof of the car was torn off, Paul and Dwayne each holding a side. 

The air was alive with the scent of terror, Greg and Shelly screaming so loudly that Vera thought their throats might start bleeding. It didn’t matter if they did or not, though–their time had come to an end, and when David landed on the hood of the car and they twisted to look at him, they ran out of things to scream about. 

“C’mon, baby, what’s the matter?” Paul cackled, lunging towards Shelly. “Bat got your tongue?”

Because he did. 

He did have her tongue, clamped between his teeth, bloody and floppy and horrifying as he tore it out of her mouth. She was silent, staring at her attacker with wide eyes, raising a shaky hand to her chin. Blood gushed out, painting her teeth and lips, but she didn’t scream, because she was so far beyond terror that she couldn’t do anything. 

And then Paul and David dove in, and Shelly was history. 

Greg was trying to shout, thrashing in Marko’s grip as he was lifted into the sky. Buckets of blood rained down, Dwayne tearing him open with dark red claws that could never really be scrubbed clean after something like this. Scraps of shredded clothing fluttered down through the air, and by the time Greg’s body was allowed to hit the ground again, it was little more than an unrecognizable chunk of meat. 

Vera, whose very teeth were aching with hunger at this point, followed it down. Her boys were extremely messy eaters, and not particularly good at getting as much out of their meals as possible. When she descended on Greg’s mangled, barely-alive body, there was plenty of blood left for her to enjoy…so she shredded him the rest of the way and had a little fun with it. 

It wasn’t long before they were all satisfied, faces and hands caked in blood, appetites satiated for the moment. The boys were still wild, chests heaving from the rush and the excitement even as they pushed the car into the sea and tossed the corpses in with it. They splashed around in the shallows, shoving each other, wrestling and fighting in the sand. Vera found herself dragged into the middle of it all, crushed beneath Paul as he was thrown down on top of her and hoisted onto Dwayne’s shoulders as he ran from Marko. 

It was as if they hadn’t just murdered and eaten two humans, as if they were just normal people having fun on a summer night. The ocean air was invigorating, filling up lungs that didn’t always need to be filled, egging on monsters that didn’t need encouragement; they were having fun, and they were free, and in that moment, it seemed like there was nothing in the entire world that could change that. 

-0-

“This is the life, huh?” David ginned, arm around Vera’s shoulders. 

She glanced up at him. In the dark of the cave, his eyes seemed even brighter than they usually were, a piercing, unnatural yellow that shone even when there was no light to reflect off of them. 

“You’re in a good mood,” she remarked, leaning down to pull her boots off. 

“Been wantin’ to get rid of those two for a while now,” he said, stepping away to kick his own boots off. “One less annoyance to deal with.”

“Still plenty of others left, though.”

His expression soured. “Don’t remind me.”

“Didn’t think I had to.”

Vera watched as David huffed and then ascended to the rafters in a flash, gripping a beam with clawed feet and immediately crossing his arms over his chest as if he were already asleep. She rolled her eyes at his childish behavior and followed, shoving against his side until he relented another huff and slid an arm around her. 

“Tomorrow, Star’ll find that guy again and that’ll finally be over with.” David grumbled.

“What makes you so sure she’ll kill him right away?” Vera asked.

“You don’t think she will?”

“I think she’s nervous.”

“She can’t afford to be nervous anymore.” He snapped. “If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll take care of puppy dog-eyes and finally join us.”

Vera frowned. “It can’t be fun, being caught in limbo like that. I mean, I don’t see the point in not committing fully at this point…”

“I can’t even remember being a half-vampire.” David shrugged. “Pretty sure I had my first kill immediately.”

“Alright, no need to brag.”

“What?” He smirked. “I was born for this life, baby.”

“Born to sleep all day?”

“And party all night.”

“Hell yeah!” Paul shouted as he flew to his roost, the rafter shaking with the force of his claws gripping it. 

“Y’know, David…” Dwayne said, voice low and grumbly with sleep as he joined them and settled in.

“What, Dwayne?” He asked, sounding irritated.

“…you never told us what Max said earlier.”

David was silent for a moment, grumpily squaring his jaw before he spoke again. “He’s in love with that lady.”

The boys were silent for a moment. 

“You mean like…” Marko trailed off.

“Yeah. I do.”

“The redhead from the shop?” Paul asked, scoffing.

“Yes. That one.” David grumbled.

“So why’s that our problem?” Marko huffed.

“Because he expects us to play nice,” David hissed.

“Because he wants to bring her into the family,” Vera interjected. 

She was met with a series of growls and grumbles, the boys all glancing at each other warily. 

“He sounded serious about it,” she added.

“And let me guess,” Marko drawled, “he expects us to do something about it.”

“…yeah, he mentioned something…”

“He said she’s got two sons,” David sighed. “He said we’ve met them.”

Paul rolled his eyes. “We meet a lot of dudes.”

“I don’t suppose he said anything more helpful,” Marko hissed. 

“Of course not.” David snapped. “But he gave us their names. Sam and Michael.” His jaws parted in a wide yawn as he pulled Vera closer. “Tomorrow night we’ll find them and get a better look at who exactly the old man expects us to play nice with.”

“And Star’ll finally have a decent meal,” Marko grinned. “Big night.” 

“Big night.” David agreed. 

Big night, Vera thought, frowning to herself as she tried to settle in for the morning. 

[n30nwrites]

Bring Me To Life (Prologue)

Summary: Against all odds, you've survived. Having graduated high school and moved out of your Parent's place, your sibling decides to join you for the summer, and your first stop is Santa Cruz in California, you had always wanted to live there anyways so why not now that you're experiencing freedom? One problem: This doesn't look like the 21st century, instead it looks like a scene from your favorite movie, in fact it looks exactly like your favorite movie.

How are you meant to survive in the murder capital of the world? With vampires of all things, and your sibling hates this movie.

a/n: prologue for this fanfic, this will also be on AO3 and wattpad. Preface for this, fuck Max :}

Reader: Male Reader, uses Y/N, third person.

Oc uses they/she pronouns. Will be using both, Y/n refers to them as both sibling and sister, which is okay

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Pairing(s): Michael Emerson x Reader, Paul x Reader, Dwayne x Reader, Marko x Reader, David x Reader, Sam Emerson x Nonbinary! Oc, Edgar Frog x Nonbinary! Oc, Alan Frog x Nonbinary! Oc,

It was one thing moving the United States to California by yourself, it was another thing bringing your 15-year-old sibling with you, not to live with you, but to stay just until summer was over and school was starting again, your parents believed it would help with their 'rebellious streak'. That streak being that they just don't care enough to do class work and keep staying up all night playing video games, therefore they fall asleep in class.

Nik had a firm belief in changing the radio whenever any song that they didn't like came on, and you had a firm belief that your sibling needed to shut up because you liked your music and if you had to drive without some good tunes you would probably turn into the next psycho on the news.

You two did listen to similar music, but for this trip it was specifically 80s and 90s songs that you shouted loudly, windows were rolled down because the air conditioner in your car didn't work. It was small and shitty and cost a year of pay, thankfully your parents were there to let you live rent free. One of the few things you could be thankful for.

"Do you know how to be quiet?" Your sibling groaned, their jacket wrapped around their body despite how hot it was, "Put on Hozier, or Doja, hell I'll even take Taylor Swift over this... What is this shit?"

'Cry little sister'

"I know damn well you aren't talking to me about my music taste-"

'Thou shall not fall'

"What's wrong with mine?"

Come, come to your brother

"It's literally only tiktok songs, half of them aren't even good."

'Thou shall not die'

"At least I don't say 'They sung this on Glee'"

'Unchain me, sister'

"Every hot, mentally ill, gay person went through a Glee faze."

Thou shall not fear

"I didn't"

'Love is with your brother'

"That's why I said hot."

'Thou shall not kill'

You quickly stuck your tongue out in a childish way, before looking back into the road, ignoring your sibling who mumbled and repeated your words. "Theres a reason we're heading to Santa Cruz. Found a nice place right near the beach so we can-"

"Sleep all day, and party all night. I know, you've said it hundreds of times." Nik had heard the phrase from you so many times, you had tried to show them your favorite movie, even almost tricked them into it, but they were quick to leave the room. They simply hated it because you loved it, something you were forced to accept about them.

The car ride became silent as you got closer, to fill it, Nik had turned up the radio as it switched to a different song.

"Finally some MJ." The beat of Billie Jean came in, causing you to start tapping your hands to it as your merged.

"She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene" The two of you belted the lyrics, switching over the 80s playlist to one consistently of Michael Jackson. "I said don't mind, but what do you mean, I am the one" you shook your head, "Who will dance" you turned to your sibling and sung the words to them before turning back, repeating it each time you sung, "on the floor" again "in the round?" and then turned back, "She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round"

The house that you bought with a loan wasn't the biggest, at least not compared to your parents house. Two bedrooms, One master and One guest, and 1 in a half bathrooms. The half bathroom was connected to the master bedroom, which Nik tried to get but was quickly locked out. They would be staying in the guest room, while you set it up they would help. They were also supposed to attempt to find a job this summer, as their parents wanted Nik to learn some responsibility. 

"Okay, change outfits, shower if you need to! We are going to the beach!" You were excited, thrumming almost. You felt as if you belonged.

"I'm tired."

"Party all night!" You yelled, grabbing a suit case filled with your clothes. The two of you didn't have a lot. A few suitcases filled with clothes, and then a few boxes for the rooms. You didn't even have mattresses yet.

"Let's just sleep a bit." A nap did sound good, you didn't have the best sleep due to the anxiety about the drive.

"Fine, a nap! I'm setting an alarm." Nik went into your room, both of you grabbing the blankets and laying them on the floor, setting up some pillows and collapsing as soon as you could.

Instead of waking up to your alarm, you woke up to Nik shaking your shoulder, harsh rain hitting the window and the house was shaking.

"The doors are opening."

You stood up quick, running out of the bedroom to the backdoor refusing to close. You pushed against it but it quickly fell open, so you held the door. "Grab the heavy boxes." Nik followed through, pushing against the doors as lightning flashed. "It wasn't supposed to storm."

"Don't they get Hurricanes here." A siren went off, "Well-"

"Not another tornado." You groaned. You had your fair shair of them, being where your from. "We need to grab our shit, head to the basement."

The house shook again, you two grabbed your phones and chargers, rushing down into the basement that still had cobwebs. Nik almost ran upstairs at the sight of them, claiming they would rather take their chance with the tornado. You had to basically pulled them down as you two sat in the basement, the house shook as you two fell to the ground, hitting your heads.

Your eyes rolled back, your vision turns black as your body hits the ground. Your siblings hand lays against yours as their body falls onto you, and in that moment, you had gone through the impossible.

[rebelliousstories]

Love and War

Relationship: Dwayne x Reader

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 5,258

Masterlist: Here

The Lost Boys Masterlist: Here

Summary: For someone who consumes classic literature, Dwayne never expected to have his own Shakespearen story.

“I can’t leave my brothers!”

“Not even for me?”

The house was quiet. No one dared to speak or move as they watched the scene in front of them. A young woman kneeled over a body of a young man. She was sobbing; her entire body shook with each sob. It was full of heartbreak, sorrow, and longing for a life she could’ve had.

~

Murder capital of the world. Hell of a title for a coastal town in sunny California. People disappeared left and right in this town. But people also flocked to the town, even with the disappearances. The newest kids on the block: the Emerson’s. Two sons, a mother, and a twin sister. After the divorce, the family needed a change of scenery. So they packed up their car, and moved from Phoenix, Arizona, to sunny Santa Carla to live with Grandpa Emerson.

“Don’t be too late coming home please. Oh and Michael keep an eye on your brother and sister please.” Lucy Emerson called as she prepared to go look for a job on the nearby boardwalk. The eldest, technically, Michael simply nodded at his mother and begrudgingly took his siblings around. The boardwalk called their attention in different directions, but they stuck together for fear of what they didn’t know yet.

At least, they tried. Michael got distracted by a pretty girl, and Sam took off in the direction of food and comic books. Which left the only daughter of the Emerson’s. She was unlike her two brothers in every way. Had she not been born two minutes after Michael, she would even doubt they were related. Fluffy curls of auburn cascaded around her face. They swished in the air every time she turned to look at something in a stall. The leather motorcycle jacket she dawned was drawing heads to her on this warm summer night, and not the heads she expected. The young woman stopped in the second hand book store for a minute to browse. She was looking at getting another copy of Dracula, since Nanook decided to use that as a chew toy on the drive from Phoenix to Santa Carla.

From the distance a group of rowdy young men were traveling around the boardwalk and the surrounding area. They howled, laughed, and giggled before deciding on dinner for the evening. Everyone split up, but one wasn’t quite hungry yet. Least, not for food. No, he wanted to see what new piece of literature he could add to his collection when he saw a curious looking woman in his section of the store. Well, not his section, but he went there so often it may as well have been his. However, the curious part was how fast she caught his attention. He didn’t usually get entranced by people, and certainly not this fast. The man watched the young woman for a moment or two before he moved a little closer. She had yet to notice him, but she was holding a copy of Dracula. How perfect.

“Excuse me.” The man spoke quietly, but the young girl was still startled. She jumped and dropped the book on the floor with a curse.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. Just was trying to get to this section of books.” The woman recovered, put a hand to her chest,and leaned down to pick up the book. But the man was already leaning down, and grabbed the book. Their hands touched and they looked at each other. Standing up, the man cleared his throat and handed the woman her book.

“I’m Dwayne. Can I know the name of the pretty lady with a great taste in books?” He gave her a soft smile that always worked. And it seems it hit home again. The woman in front of him smiled and accepted the book.

“They call me Mina.” She turned away to go pay for the book, but Dwayne followed after her. He moved in front of her in the isle, blocking her in.

“Is Mina your real name or is it a nickname?” He asked, desperately searching her eyes to see if she was lying. But the mischievous glint and smirk told him all he needed to know.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” She ducked under his arms and made her way to the register. He turned around and followed her right away. He quickly placed the dollar on the counter for the book, much to her protest.

“Could I interest you in carnival food, my lady?” Dwayne held out his arm, and looked back at the young girl called Mina. He knew that wasn’t her actual name, but it was a fitting name for her. She tried to reason with herself why she couldn’t go with the tall, dark, handsome, mystery man. But Sam wouldn’t give up his comic books, and Michael was busy with some girl. So why should she turn down an attractive man who came her way. Mina linked her arm with Dwayne’s and said, “lead the way, pretty boy.”

They enjoyed the boardwalk together. The young Emerson girl found it refreshing to meet someone that has a well rounded sense of literature, music, art, and history. All the things that her brothers couldn’t care less about. Dwayne liked to have someone to talk with about new and old books, and different poems and authors they enjoyed. He forgot all about his hunger by the time they were in their discussion of the psychology of Dorian Grey in the novel. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this with someone that wasn’t in his pack. Even then, the only person he could talk about literature with was David. He could go to Marko about art and history, but that was about it. Dwayne hadn’t met someone that was the whole package in a very long time.

But all good things must come to an end. Dwayne saw his pack mates on their bikes nearby, waiting on him. He didn’t want to leave his companion.

“Seems those boys are waiting on you, Dwayne.” She pointed out as they walked down the path. The cotton candy in her hands melted as they stop and stood their. Dwayne turned his back on his pack, no matter how much David tugged at the back of his head. He tore off another piece of the sugary sweet and placed it on his tongue, staring at the girl in front of him. Her gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth and back again.

“Wanna head back with me? We could enjoy some more time together.” Dwayne offered. He knew if he just turned on the charm a little bit, she would fall right into his hands. The eyeliner he had from a few days ago enhanced the emotion in his eyes, and there it was. He could see the second she stopped weighing her options and gave into him.

“They gonna be okay with that?” She nodded her head towards the boys and girl that were staring intently at the couple. Dwayne turned to look at them, then turned back to her.

“They’ll get over it.” He grabbed her hand and led them over to the pack. The bleach blonde eyed the pairing, choosing his next words carefully.

“Who’s this?” He called out. But Dwayne paid him no mind. He simply straddled his bike, and offered his hand for the woman to do the same. The man didn’t like being ignored.

“Who is this, Dwayne?” He asked once more, pointing his eyes at the man.

“Mina.” Dwayne said quietly, so quietly that she was concerned that the mystery blonde hadn’t heard him. But the smile that came across the bottle blonde’s face was enough to tell her that he heard him.

“Very well. Mina,” the man turned to her with a sickening smirk, “you know where Hudson’s Bluff is, overlooking the point?”

“Guess I’ll find out.” The man smiled at her and the pack took off into the night. It felt so freeing to the young Emerson girl to be riding into the night on the back of Dwayne’s bike. She heard the other bikes howl and laugh into the night air. Dwayne’s body shook underneath her hands as he laughed, which brought a smile to her face. As they neared the bluff, the fog started getting thicker, and Dwayne just kept driving. She started to get nervous as they got closer and closer to the point. Suddenly, the bike jerked and swung around. As the bike stopped, she looked behind her and saw the jagged rocks and crashing waves behind her. When she turned back to look in front of her, Dwayne was still sitting and looking at her with a big smile on his face. He was studying her, studying her emotions.

She laughed off the adrenaline, and climbed off the bike. Dwayne followed her quickly and grabbed her hand as the rest of the pack ran down into the cave. Dwayne helped guide his feminine companion down the rocky terrain. The steep stair like structures challenged her but it was doable for the most part. However, the young woman didn’t see the missing piece of stair and started to fall. She let out a shriek, and placed for impact, but it never came. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and black hair tickled her neck. The young girl looked up and saw Dwayne staring down at her with a soft smile, before she was picked up and gently set down on even ground.

“This was the hottest hotel around eighty years ago,” the bleach blonde began. The Emerson turned around in Dwayne’s arms, and watched the blonde walk around the fountain that was in the middle of the main area. The rest of the pack had dispersed amongst the room. The curly haired man had started petting several pigeons, and the other wavy blonde was messing around with what looked like a joint. The other female in the room had disappeared behind some draped cloth, and only reappeared with a young boy that was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“D!” The young boy exclaimed, barreling for Dwayne. The older man kneeled down and accepted the boy into his arms.

“Laddie! How are ya, bud? Did you get a good nap in?” Dwayne set the young boy down and allowed himself to get pulled away to their little corner. He turned back to the girl with him with an apology in his eyes, which she smiled at. The bleach blonde had settled in a wheelchair by this time. There was something about him that put her on edge, but it seemed as long as Dwayne was around, he wouldn’t do anything to her.

“Are you hungry, miss Mina?” The blonde called out, accepting a Chinese food container from the one with a cherub face. The same Coily haired man passed her an identical container which she accepted with a polite smile.

“I’m vegetarian.” And she set the container down on a chair before moving near Dwayne and Laddie. The older man accepted her into their little hole, and passed her a separate food container.

“It’s just rice. No meat.” She smiled and happily dug into the food.

“You know, I don’t understand you. Normally, you don’t play with your meals.” The bleach blonde said very slowly and calmly. She stopped, mid chew, and looked up confused. Pale blue eyes met hers, but there was a deadly glint in them. She felt Dwayne’s body tense as he was in the same position she was, but his eyes held a murderous intent.

“David, don’t.” He growled out, deep and low in his chest. It frightened the young Emerson a small bit, but the other part of her was shocked at how fast he switched into this protective mode.

“All I’m saying, is you don’t normally keep them hanging on this long. Not unless you need a little courage.” A decorated wine bottle suddenly appeared in David’s hand. She watched him intently take a swig from the bottle, and shake his head afterwards. Once he had recovered, he offered the bottle to her. Dwayne snatched it from her hands the second it touched.

“What gives Dwayne?” She asked, confused about the whole situation. David smiled at the interaction.

“Is something wrong, Dwayne?” The blonde asked. His face covered with a shit eating grin. If looks could kill, David would have died a second time. The dark eyes pierced David’s pale ones, both having a sharpness to them that the girl couldn’t figure out. They looked like they were in the middle of a mental war that she was caught in the middle of. Dwayne looked over at the girl he had chosen to spend time with, and back at his pack mate. Without looking at her, Dwayne passed the bottle to her.

“I wouldn’t drink it if I were you. You never know what’s in strange bottles.” And with that, he got up and walked away, deeper into the cave. The young Emerson girl was confused at the whole interaction. She tuned back to David, with the bottle securely in her hands.

“What’s in this, anyways?” She questioned, looking David directly in the eyes. She wasn’t backing down, but neither was he.

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” That phrase sent a small shiver down her spine. Sure, lots of people probably used that phrase in situations like that. But that was exactly how and what she said to Dwayne earlier in the evening. The bottle was uncorked, and she brought it to her lips. She smelt wine, and something that she couldn’t quite place. Never looking away from David’s piercing gaze, she took a swig from the bottle as the other two blonde’s erupted into cheers, as did David. He reached over and playfully hit her shoulder as he took the bottle back for the other’s to take a drink form it. She got up, laughing at the warm feeling she was having form that one little sip, and left to find Dwayne.

He was tucked into another corner in the cave. A book was placed gently in his lap, but he wasn’t reading it. Dwayne stared at the cover of the book, deep in thought. She tried to quietly come up upon him, but he shot his head up to see her the second she stepped close enough.

“You know, you actually have to open the book to read?” She joked as she stepped closer. He let out a small, sad chuckle at this before his nose twitched. His brow furrowed as he concentrated on that smell that came from her lips.

“Did you drink it?” Dwayne asked quietly; she had to strain her ears to hear him him.

“Yeah. I don’t see what the big deal is, Dwayne. It just tasted like wine.” She stepped closer to the man she had come to know over the evening, and he accepted her into his arms. His hands rested delicately on her waist, not daring to inch it further down. He looked deep in thought for a moment or two, and then he smiled down at her.

“Well then, I suppose we should enjoy the night while it’s still young.” Dwayne whisked her away to the main part of the cave where the rest of the boys had already begun to start up on the night. They danced, laughed, ran, smoked, and drank all through the night. It was, in all honesty, the happiest the young Emerson had been since her mother’s divorce. She finally had friends that she could be herself with that she didn’t have to share with her twin brother.

The sun began to rise and the boys retired deeper into the cave. But the girl was cuddled safely into the chest of the man beneath her; neither one of them wanting to move for anything in the world. She was passed out from the late night, and Dwayne couldn’t take her home with the sun out. So he picked her up in his arms, and took her deeper into the cave. A little known room that was slightly intact from the old hotel had spare sheets, blankets, pillows, and clothes inside. He didn’t feel like leaving her, but he needed the rest. So Dwayne kicked off his shoes, and his jacket, and laid her down on his chest.

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The next day, the girl awoke with a start and looked at her watch. The sun was streaming in the front of the cave, shining bright with midday, and she knew that her mother would have her head if she went home. But before she could fully get out of the bed she found herself in, a pair of warm arms trapped her against a broad chest. Her eyes trailed up the chest, to a sculpted neck, and finally landed on a beautifully carved face. Dwayne’s face. She slowly moved out of his arms, only stopping when he grabbed her hand. The Emerson girl turned back to Dwayne, petted his hair, and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Wher’ you goin’?” Dwayne mumbled out as his face was stuffed into the pillow beneath him.

“I’ve gotta get home, Dwayne. But I’ll come to the boardwalk later tonight. I’ll come find you again.” She pressed one last kiss to his hair and left the cave. The bright sun did nothing to soothe her; she knew that she needed sunglasses that she didn’t have on her. Stumbling her way to the boardwalk, the girl made it somehow into a convenience store for some sunglasses and a bottle of coke.

“So this is where you’ve been?!” A voice shrieked out into the store. The young Emerson girl turned around, glasses on her face and soda in hand, to see her mother. She let out a sigh and rubbed her temple at the headache that was steadily forming.

“Mom, I’m sorry for not coming home. I lost track of time and I didn’t wanna bother you or Michael for a ride.” She was tackled into a hug from her mother, who continued to fuss over her daughter.

“So that means you don’t know how to go pick up a telephone and call? I was worried sick over you, sweetie. You’re not hurt, are you?” Lucy Emerson grasped her daughter’s face in her hands and observed her.

“I’m fine, mom. I’m really sorry. I won’t do that again.” This answer seemed to please her mother who nodded and stepped back to let her daughter breathe.

“Well, you better not. I almost died thinking about where you could’ve been. Listen, I have a little bit before I have to go into work. Why don’t I take you home so you can get cleaned up?” And the women of the Emerson family set off to the house that they lived in. As the youngest stood in her shower a little while later, she let her mind wander over to the new people she had met. She couldn’t wait to go back.

Another night, same old boardwalk. She had already told her mother that she more than likely wouldn’t be coming home till tomorrow morning, and happily split off from her brothers to seek out the pack of boys. Stopping at the cotton candy stand, the young girl picked up a pack of the sugary sweet, and when she turned around, she was met with a broad, bare chest. Her eyes drifted up and smiled when she saw Dwayne.

“I swear. You’re addicted to this stuff.” He says, teasing, and steals a bite of the confection.

“It’s no different than David and his cigarettes, Paul and his weed, or Marko and his pigeons.” She teased right back. It had only been a few hours since they had seen each other but she found him on her mind at all times. Dwayne’s eyes flicked over to her bare ears.

“We’ve got to get you your own set of earrings. I can pierce them for you. Any place up here is a scam.” She reached up and ran her fingers over her ears. Nodding, he took her hand, and walked them around the boardwalk. They made little stops, including a nice little jewelry shop where she found earrings that she could have. Eventually, they made their way over to the bikes. She rode with Paul that night because of Laddie being there and riding with Dwayne. She wasn’t upset; Paul and herself enjoyed lots of cotton candy while they waited for the signal to head to the cave. But first they had to make a stop to pick up the last member of the pack. She rode on the back of the motorcycle and saw the fluffy haired Star and -

“Who’s this, Star?” David asked calmly. She looked back and felt reluctant to give up that information. But it wasn’t the curly haired brunette that answered her.

“Michael?” The other Emerson called out. David turned and saw her confused face. He turned back but she wasn’t paying attention.

“So you know him, miss Mina?” Now Michael was the one that was confused.

“Mina? Her name isn’t Mina, it’s-” She couldn’t listen anymore. Whatever the boys were doing, she didn’t acknowledge it. She didn’t even notice the dark set of eyes settle on her figure, observing her silently. After all this time, she finally had her own friends, but of course they would find her twin brother and now he was going to steal them from her. All she wanted was to be alone with her friends in peace, but no. Michael had to chase the only other girl in the group. Before she knew it, the pack, including Michael, made their way into the cave. Dwayne still picked her up and carried her down the uneven terrain. She laughed as Michael spit out the rice in his container, and his disgusted face when David ate his noodles.

Weirdly enough, Star tried to warn him not to drink the wine, like Dwayne had done. But Emersons will do, what Emersons will do. From that point on, it was a full rager down in the cave. Music flowed through the air as they danced, laughed, ran around, smoked, and drank some more from the bottle. It felt like a dream. Star and Laddie disappeared at some point for the evening. The boys went to take Michael somewhere, but Dwayne made her stay back.

“This is just for us boys. Besides, ole Mikey over there is probably gonna pee himself and I’d rather have you back here. Where it’s safe.” Dwayne pressed a kiss to her head, like she had done earlier that day and left her in the little nest that they had made for her. She was a little upset but understood in the end and passed the time with books by candle light. Going to sleep alone, her dreams were filled with images of vampires, blood, carnage, and the boys. But they didn’t look like the boys. They looked wild and crazy, with glowing yellow eyes and sharp teeth. Warm arms wrapped around her, and the dreams calmed down. Now instead, her head filled with images of Dwayne.

A gut retching pain awoke her the following evening. She wriggled and writhed on the bed, nearly knocking the man over that was on the bed. Groans and screams erupted from her lips, and the man that was previously asleep was now awake.

“Mina, Mina, are you okay?” He came around to the other side of the bed and grabbed her into his arms gently. Soon, she became a tiny ball in his embrace.

“It hurts, Dwayne. Everything hurts. Why does it hurt?” She cried, but there wasn’t much else he could do except hold her.

“Once this has passed, I’ll explain everything. This will pass. I’m sorry princess. I told you not to drink the wine.” Dwayne ran sooting hands up and down her back as she continued to cry in pain. The sun had already set which meant that her cry’s drew the attention of the three blondes nearby. Each one peaked their heads in, but Dwayne’s glare sent them away fast. Eventually her tears had subsided and her cries had dwindled, she pushed herself up to look at Dwayne.

“What’s happening to me, Dwayne?” She begged him, her eyes were so soft and pleading.

“You’re becoming your final form. A vampire my dear.” He spoke softly, slowly, and directly. But it still didn’t register in her head.

“A… a vampire? No. No those are- those are- fiction! There’s no way they’re real.” A ridiculous look came across her face, but this was normal Dwayne had found.

“What if I could show you? I could show you that vampires are real.” Dwayne looked her dead in the eye, as he watched her slowly accept the idea that they could in fact be real. His Mina slowly nodded her head, and Dwayne took a deep breath in. He felt his face change and even without opening his eyes, he felt her gaze on him. When he did open his eyes, golden yellow met stormy blue. She dragged her fingertips across his features, slowly taking everything in, before it suddenly disappeared. Sharp, angular features made way for the more human ones.

“Do you mind if I stay at the cave tonight? I don’t feel like going out right now.” Dwayne looked a little upset , but nodded and left the girl to her own as he went out to the boardwalk with his pack. She let her mind wander through the night. Was that why he warned her about the bottle? Was Michael the same as her now? How was Michael handling this… this… she couldn’t bring herself to say curse. A gift could be returned, but a curse plagued you forever in everything you did. But she could still go out into the sun. She didn’t need to sleep in a coffin and she could still eat garlic. This was so weird for her.

She couldn’t keep up for Dwayne that night for him to answer her questions. Try as she might, she needed sleep. The same nightmares plagued her mind, until Dwayne took over in her head. Once Dwayne was there, she was able to actually get some sleep, until she was roused from her slumber. Dwayne shot out of her arms and flew to the front of the cave, but she fell back asleep. When she awoke once more, she could recognize her house. The walls, posters, and sheets, all pointed to her being in her own room for once and not the cave. It was dark out, pitch black night sky glittered with dim stars and even brighter street lights. There were shouts from downstairs which got her up and running as fast as she could.

Paul was down the hall. Dwayne was downstairs. Marko and David were nowhere to be found. Sam and Michael were downstairs unconscious while Dwayne waited in the rafters of the house.

“What the hell is going on?” She questioned. Dwayne’s eyes trained on her, but her attention and focus was on her brothers. The vampire dropped down from above to the girl in front of him. She turned around and shoved him away. Turning back to her brothers, she knelt down and tried to shake them awake.

“Mikey? Sammy? Come on boys, please wake up. Mom’s gonna be pissed.” Dwayne watched the scene for a minute more before he decided he wanted her attention.

“Mina. Darling Mina.” He drawled out. She turned to look at the vampire from where she was crouched on the floor, silently saying a prayer for something to watch over her brothers.

“What did you do, Dwayne? What the HELL did you do to my brothers?!” Beating on his chest, all he did was laugh as his face and demeanor was still shifted.

“Your brothers made their choice. This could have been so much easier, but they made it difficult. Come on Mina. Don’t you feel so much better since you had that wine? Feel so much more powerful,” His fingers traced her jawline, but she reached up and slapped the hand away.

“You don’t touch my brothers. No on touches my family. I didn’t ask to be a killer. I didn’t ask to become this. You forced this on me!” Taking one step back, the youngest female Emerson trained her eyes on the vampire that was still in front of her. His smirk never left his face but it didn’t bring her any comfort like before.

“I didn’t force you to drink form the bottle. No one did. You chose that. You chose this. This is who you were mean tot be, Mina. Forget your brothers. They’re just DEAD weight by now.” He took one step closer, but she had gotten fed up. Maybe it was the heightened emotions because of the vampiric side of her. Maybe it was the implication that her brothers were dead. But she had finally had enough.

“My name isn’t Mina!” Reaching down, she grabbed a wooden plank and swung at Dwayne. The board connected and sent him flying backwards. She snatched up a small, dagger-sized board and followed after him. Dwayne got up, and dodged another blow from a board. The girl just kept swinging and backed Dwayne into the nearest object which happened to be the radio. She didn’t mean to hurt him, just keep him away. But the fighting had woken up the youngest Emerson nearby, however the fighting couple didn’t notice.

“Is there truly nothing I can do to make you reconsider?” Dwayne asked, holding her wrists on either side of their bodies.

“I can’t do an eternity of this. An eternity of being a killer.” She pleaded with him, tears shining unshed in her eyes.

“Forget your family. They don’t care about you anyways! They didn’t care that you were gone for nights on end.” The vampire exclaimed. He really couldn’t see how she couldn’t abandon her family.

“I can’t leave my brothers!” The shout was loud, and it rang around in her head.

“Not even for me?” He asked somberly.

“Not even for you.” She replied with the same level of seriousness. Dwayne took a moment to memorize her face. Even in her head, there was nothing that said she was going to change her mind. Dwayne leaned his forehead down onto hers, and held a breath as she did the same.

“Then I can’t make you choose.” Her confused face flooded his vision, as he threw her to the side. A moment later, an arrow shot through his heart and impaled him into the radio behind him. The pain he experienced was nothing compared to the emotional torture she felt. There was a scream of heartbreak that rang through the air. The Emerson girl ran over to his body and kneeled down, and began to sob. No one made a move to go near her. They simply let her work through the myriad of emotions she was experiencing.

The house was quiet. No one dared to speak or move as they watched the scene in front of them. A young woman kneeled over a body of a young man. She was sobbing; her entire body shook with each sob. It was full of heartbreak, sorrow, and longing for a life she could’ve had.

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Special Bond || 6. Made for Each Other

Paring: Paul Lost Boys x Original female character Emerson cousin!

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

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"Afternoon sleepyhead." Katherine smiles as Michael comes downstairs wearing sunglasses. "Want to tell me what happened last night?" He sits at the table. "You gave into peer pressure. You drink from that bottle on the first offer... I've been denying it for three months. Now I can't help you remember what you did after leaving the cave because I stayed with Star and she brought me home." She explains to him. "What did I even drink?" He rubs his head. "Star told you. And I told you, you should've waited." She huffs messing with his hair getting a vision of him becoming a full-blown vampire after going out with the boys and killing the Nazi surfers on the beach.

"Kat..." Michael stares at her confused as she looks at him with wide eyes. "Katherine." He says her name again, "You okay?" He asks her. "Yeah. I have to get to work." She grabs the car keys. "You don't have work today." Michael says confused as she heads out the door.

She ends up at the cave going in and sees Star awake. "What are you doing here so early?" She asks confused. "I had a vision of Michael. He'll become just like them." Kat sits down looking at the ground. "He's actually going to kill someone?" Star says surprised. "The boys show him what they are, what he is... They're gonna kill a group of the Nazi Surfers. I mean if it's going to be anyone it's them." Katherine explains rubbing her head. She's been getting random un important visions every time she touches something so her head was killing her. "Try taking a nap. We can share my bed." Star motions her over and they lay down next to each other.

"Do you wish you were normal again? Am I going to make a mistake?" Kat looks at Star. "The moment I became this I regretted that drink but you changed my mind. When you become like us, I won't be alone anymore. I never thought I'd want to embrace being a vampire." Star says so they both laugh. "I always wanted a sister." Kat links her arm with Star as they lay on their backs. "Me too and soon we'll be sisters." Star says before they chat a little more before falling asleep.

Since always being up late every night, Katherine, along with Star slept throughout the rest of the day till it was dark enough for the boys to come out. "Well look at that." Dwayne sees the girls still sleeping and at some point, Laddie joined them on the bed falling back asleep. "I can get used to seeing that everyday." David says as Paul goes over to wake Kat up. "Kitty Kat, time to get up." He lets the top of her head making her and the other two wake up. "Laddie?" Katherine laughs seeing him laying next to her. "I wanted to join." He says making her kiss the top of his head.

"What brought you here so early?" Marko asks walking around. Katherine and Star share a look, "It was about Michael." Star speaks up. "I had a vision." Katherine adds. "Tell me more." David takes his seat. Katherine sighs not really wanting to, "I saw Michael participate in a group activity for blood." She doesn't flat-out say he becomes a full vampire. The boys start to cheer, "Now we just need you." Marko shakes her. "As I told Star, I want to but not yet." She tells him and well the others to. "Well, we're waiting patiently." Dwayne smiles. "I can't be patient for too long." Paul raises his hand. "We know." They all tell him. "I should get back home." Katherine gets up. "Why?" Marko asks. "To keep an eye on Michael. Lucy has a date with Max and Grandpa has a date too. Someone has to watch Sam." She explains to them heading out.

"Where the hell did you go?" Sam asks as she walks into the house. "I don't need to tell you." She playfully shoves him but Michael walks up to her quickly, "Why was David and the others taunting me outside?" He asks which confuses her. She literally just left them so I guess they used their abilities to get here before her. "I don't know. I left to go talk to Star. I haven't seen the boys." She tells the truth but also lies to him as there was a knock at the door. "Sammy, don't answer it!" Michael calls out from the other room but he does it anyways.

"I'm here to pick up, Kat." Paul smiles at Sam. Sam just eyes him before calling out to Kat nervously. Both Michael and Katherine walk over to see Paul standing at the door with a huge smile across his face, "Ready to go?" He asks. "I told you I can't tonight." She gives him a look. "Sammy here looks like he can take care of himself." Paul eyes Sam still holding the door open as Nanook shows up growling at him. "Excuse us." Katherine walks over to the door going outside shutting the door behind her.

"I need to make sure Michael doesn't try to kill his brother. I already told you guys this and you still show up. Not to mention, you four got here before me and taunted him." She pulls him away from the door to talk to him. "You would have seen if Michael tires to kill or kills his brother but you haven't which means we can go out." He gives her a look crossing his arms. She hated how he had a point, "Fine. Just wait out here." She growls going back inside to get her jacket.

"Is he leaving?" Michael asks as she comes back inside. "Yes, after I get my jacket to leave with him." She goes up to her room with him following. "What did he mean by Sam can look after himself?" Michael watches her pick up her jacket. "That he can take care of himself... If you start to feel a certain way, because of last night, just go see Star to talk to." She walks past him and he still follows her. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Kat." He says making her stop at the door turning to face him, "I would explain but you would just think I'm joking. Just don't do anything stupid." She opens the door leaving the house.

Paul takes them to the boardwalk of course but it was just the two of them there at the moment. "What are we exactly doing tonight that we haven't done thousands of times?" Katherine chuckles as they walk around hand in hand. "Well for starters the two of us have never done anything alone. The other three are always with us." He corrects her. "Where are the others?" She looks around. "I don't know probably looking for dinner." He tells her truthfully. Katherine nods her head, "So are we just hanging out or..." She gives a look. "Or what? On a date?" He gives her the same look with a smile. "Well, do Vampires date?" She laughs. "I'm gonna say yes because that's what I want with you." A big smile forms on her face while she stares at him before leaning up placing a sweet kiss on his lips as she still held his hand.

The two spent a few hours going on rides which they've never really done as a whole group. "Turn it down you say. But all I got to say to you is time and time again I say No! No! No! No! Tell me not to play. Well, all I got to say to when you tell me not to play I say No! No! No! No! So, if you ask me why I like the way I play it. There's only one thing I can say to you. I wanna rock!" Paul jams out to the music playing by them as Katherine sat on a railing smiling at him. "You know the Frog brother call you the Twisted Sister one." She laughs at him. "I'll take that as a compliment." He stops banging his head for a second then goes back to doing so.

When the song was over Paul walks up standing between Katherine's legs placing his hands on the rail on each side of her. He rests his forehead on hers just smiling and they stay like that for a few minutes not speaking to each other as Open Arms plays. "Why do you want to be one of us?" Paul was the first to speak. "I don't want to be alone. My grandpa helped raised me but we don't have a super close bond. I don't have that with my aunt or cousins. I've been alone for eighteen years if you get what I mean. I've never been truly happy or felt wanted until I met you and the others." Katherine explains staring into his eyes as he listens to her words.

"I can promise you, you'll never be alone with us... with me. I feel like you were made for me and I was made for you. We were meant to find each other in that video store. You're the soulmate I always wanted when I was human. I should tell you that when you become one of us you can be everyone's mate but you don't have to. It's your choice but our bond it's stronger and will be even more when you become like us." Paul tells her being serious and not his normal unserious playful self. "I have special bonds with the others but none of them make me feel like I do with you, Paul." She wraps her arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss. "Hearing that makes me even more happier. Let's get out of here." He helps her down and they go over to his bike. 

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Vampire f/os 🍷

Edward Cullen, Twilight (also Jasper and Carlisle in separate AUs)

Aricka x Edward Cullen, you fascinate me my darling

Aricka x Jasper Hale, my southern bell blood-singer

Aricka x Carlisle Cullen, you’re so classic

David Powers, Michael Emerson, Marko de’Este, Paul McCarter and Dwayne Lucia, the Lost Boys

Aricka x David, i need a cool rider, Aricka x Michael, a devil in skin tight leather, Aricka x Marko, blonde haired cherub boy, Aricka x Paul, if he’s cool enough he’ll burn me through, Aricka x Dwayne, His Juliet, her Romeo

Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the vampire

Aricka x Lestat, an eternal love for you

Sebastian

Aricka x Sebastian, my legacy is loving you

Walter De Ville

Aricka x Walter, I don’t need an invitation to love you

Roman Sienna

Aricka x Roman, my boyfriend’s a vampire

Dorian Gray

Aricka x Dorian, the vampire’s blood-singer

James Stark

Aricka x James, love you all my afterlife

Kalona

Aricka x Kalona, shelter me with your wings

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Masterlist

Started January 2024

Updated September 2024 CSI -Las Vegas

Imagines

Stalker

The Lost Boys 1987

Blurbs Imagines Miscellaneous Series Poly! Lost Boys X Emerson Sister The Promise Warning: This story will deal with abuse, mentioning of an ED, and touching on being taken advantage of by a boyfriend. I don't go like to go into too much detail, but it's going to be a recovery story with the guys. How they would treat their mate - how their mate is "special" above all other humans. Also a different take on how mated relationships work. I've read a lot about relationships with the guys, but I haven't seen one like this. Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter Twenty-Seven Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Twenty-Nine

Sequel to The Promise

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six Chapter Seven

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#sam loves thorn and thorn adapts to being sam’s dog very well but like. he’s still a hellhound they’re right to be a little afraid lmao

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#5

Marko would be able to do hoedown throw down by Miley Cyrus. He would’ve listen to that bop and had the whole choreography down, david would end up shutting it down by the tenth month of Marko playing the song.

55 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

#4

Is it Opposite Day?

Poly!lost boys x GN! reader

Now tonight was like any other night, but Paul caught a wonder scent that he never smelt before on the boardwalk, David was confused on what Paul meant until he swore he got a sniff of something good, the same had happened to Dwayne and marko. All four boys were confused one why this thing whatever it was was causing them to react like this, that’s when it hit David, it’s their mate the one they were never wanting to meet because of this lifestyle. Marko was already gone before David could tell the boys, usually David would be pissed about this but Marko is more chaotic than some would like but if Marko brought back their mate then the boys could talk to them! Dwayne was looking at Paul and David while thinking about all the possibilities that could go wrong with their mate. These poor boys won’t know what to do if they get rejected. Marko on the other hand was having the time of his life with their mate, he was chatting away with them until the flirty comment happened “you know blondie you remind me of a cat, with the way you act. But you know what? You can be my cat if you like.” As (y/n) smirked. The poor boy didn’t know what to do if he was still alive he would turn red as a tomato but he just stood there as (Y/n) started walking away from him. The next night, Paul decided he can get their little mates to blush, oh boy was he wrong. (Y/n) was looking around at some clothes that the twisted sister look alike would love. Paul walked over and started talking to (Y/n) when he did his pickup line, (Y/n) replied with “hmm you seem like a man whore, but you know what why don’t you be my man whore.” With a winked that left Paul not working. The next night Dwayne was sent to get their mate to come to the bikes with him, now Dwayne knew he wouldn’t have trouble getting them to follow since he was quiet, mysterious, tall and dark. Dwayne saw them and started making conversation about the book they had with them, (Y/n) kept on giggling while Dwayne was playing with their (long/short) hair, what Dwayne didn’t expect was (Y/N) saying a pickup line about books with a smirked "Boy, you must be a library book, because I can't stop checking you out." Then they just walked away while Dwayne just stood there confused on what to do so he went back to where David and the others were. David was getting frustrated at this point because their mate was making this harder than needed to be. David decided that tonight he would handle this, when he saw (Y/N) he went up to them smirking while about to say a pick up line that was when (Y/n) smiled back at him “you know? I was looking for an ice prince tonight to spend some time with.” David stood there stunned until (y/n) started walking over to where the boys and their bikes were. (Y/n) looked back at David with a smile asking “so what’s the plan for tonight?” David looked at his boys and smirked when he got them to ride with him to the cave

I’m so sorry for how long this took to come out but here’s one of the stories for you!! @whaturcapableof

68 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#3

Pirate lost boys?? Like David is the captain of the ship and it’s just Dwayne Paul and marko as his crew. Along the way they meet star and laddie they end up joining the crew. David meets Michael and is like “yea this idiot is joining as well” so it’s just them going around causing chaos? Yes? No?

91 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#2

Poly!lost boys x gender neutral reader

Poly!lost boys x gender neutral reader

For a request maybe poly!lost boys x s/o and how the boys would react to us becoming Laddies mother(or father whatever you’re comfortable with) figure? Sorry, but Laddie is my baby😭

Of course babe you got it!

It was like any other night with the boys and laddie on the boardwalk, while usually Star would have the small boy it was actually (Y/N) who was taking care of him. David didn’t really like the idea of (Y/N) having to take care of the kid while they fed but Star was out with Michael on a date so Dwayne suggested it since laddie loves them more than anything that includes the stuff bear he owns. (Y/N) has been taking care of Laddie since they met the boys in their own way but since that was two weeks ago that they spent time alone with the boy, they decided to have a nice movie night with Laddie. The movie night started out great for the two until (Y/N) realized that it was almost midnight, which was confirmed by a yawning Laddie sitting next to them, they decided to get a hot bath started for the boy so he can wash up and have a decent bath since he lives in a actual cave with four vampires who don’t know how to wash themselves in a tub or shower. Paul was the first one to the house out of the other three, he was sitting on the roof waiting for David, Dwayne and marko to show up, what he wasn’t expecting was his love to walk in with a cleaned Laddie. David and Dwayne ended up showing up when (Y/N) was reading a bedtime story to laddie while Paul was, according to him, feeling his heart beat fast because the love of their life was reading to the kid they all care about. Marko saw the other guys out on the roof while being confused he flew up to the window where the boys were, when he looked inside he saw (Y/N) tucking in Laddie and kissing his forehead goodnight now since the little kid was in their room for the night Marko decided to go and knock on the front door. (Y/N) knew who it was and opened the door, smiling when they saw their favorite curly blonde boyfriend who decided to give them a kiss on the cheek. After the curly blonde was the twisted sister look alike who they just absolutely love that tried to get a make out session out of them, after their twisted sister came their mysterious, tall, quiet boyfriend who is looking at them with so much adoration in his eyes who gave (Y/N) a forehead kiss. The platinum blonde who never showed that much affection out on the boardwalk on nights they were there looked at them then smirked before giving his favorite kitten a kiss on the cheek. That night, well morning, was spent in the room with blackout curtain with a mattress on the floor to fit all five bodies on it for a cuddle session while the boys were smiling like crazy because of how much love they can feel coming off of their mate for the small boy in the next room. Dwayne was the happiest out of the three because the boy he cares so much for now had another parental figure in his life. David, Paul and marko had one thing in common in their one little brain cell they shared, a baby with their mate. For now though watching their mate take care of Laddie was enough for the four vampires who had fallen asleep listening to the heartbeat of the love of their life.

Hope you like it @smenny ! It sucks because it’s been a while since I had done anything fanfic wise but still

118 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Runaway bat

Poly!lost boys x Gn!reader

It was a normal night for the boys and Y/N while normally the group of five would be making jokes and figuring out what to do for the night. David had decided that night would be a perfect night to catch an attitude with Max before returning back to the group of four. Y/N was having the time of her life with the three boys, before David came back, but realized all of their moods changed from the normal moods while the poor thing didn’t realize what was happening David was walking over with the grumpy look he usually wore. David took one look at Y/N and sighed then went back to smoking his cigarette while Y/N wondered what could be wrong until they heard those words they weren’t ready to hear from her mates “I think it's time for you to turn.” The three other boys just nodded along with what David said to them, Dwayne stood there next to Y/N who in turn pushed the brunette away from them. Paul had decided to try and talk until Y/N spoke their mind “you know I’m not ready to turn yet David, you all know I’m not ready to turn, Hell I don’t even think I am ready!” Marko stood chewing on his gloved thumb while looking at the one they all care for but he didn’t know what to do or how to handle it. Poor boys, after Y/N had walked away from the group and went straight home, what they didn’t expect was the four following them home to make sure they got there safely. After the boys saw their little bat get home safely they all went back to the cave and went back to the area they all sleep in during the day. Unknowingly to the four sleeping vampire their mate were packing, they packed four suitcases with clothes and shoes and grabbed their keys, Y/N decide they were going to spend some time away from the boys so they are going to another state and spending time with her family in New Orleans while the boys decided to handle the situation on their own. The next night David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko all went to Y/N house to go and get them for the night but before any of them got their Dwayne to notice something was off, he couldn’t hear Y/N heart beat. Paul ran up to the door and started knocking when Y/N didn’t answer. He looked for the spare key that they told the boys where it was, Marko went up to the bedroom window and looked at the emptiness of the room. Marko floated back down over to David with sadness in his hazel eyes “they’re not home and everything looks empty I think they left David…” which caused David to look over at Dwayne who had a note in his hands. Y/N left for New Orleans and won't be back until the boys learn that they aren’t ready to turn yet. David growled at the fact that Y/N decided to run away, but he held sadness in his eyes. Dwayne spoked up “So riding to New Orleans now? Or wait until later?” With that David smirked while pulling a cigarette pack out of his coat “we ride tomorrow boys, we ride tomorrow. For now let’s go and get some dinner shall we?” This had all three boys hollering with joy.

Sorry for posting this so late and for it being short this is for @whaturcapableof so sorry for it being this late!

137 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

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[a-supernatural-writer]

Candle in the Wind Pt.4

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Word Count: 3,475

Warnings: swearing, somewhat sexual language?

Michael Emerson x gender neutral reader

“Michael!” You laughed with a smile as you tried your best to keep your focus on the road. Your hands gripped the wheel of the Volkswagen van that was now officially yours.

You bit your lip, suppressing another giggle as Michael wrapped an arm around your waist while his other arm was slung around your car seat, pulling himself closer to you as he kept kissing the crook of your neck. He did not stop no matter how many times you begged him to.

Michael chuckled, not stopping his onslaught of affection. He had been very clingy ever since you left Phoenix. Michael decided that he would drive with you in your van as you followed Lucy all the way to Santa Carla. He didn’t want you to be alone as you drove such a far distance.

“Could you two be any more gross?” Michelle asked from the backseat, leaning up against the door with the window down. Michelle smirked as her twin looked back at her with a small glare.

Michelle, as per usual, had her long flowing brown curly hair down, she sported her white tank top that she tucked into her slate gray denim jean skirt that was reinforced with a black belt, she paired it with opaque black stockings and beat up converse.

“You’re just jealous.” Michael fired back. Focusing his attention on bantering with his sister.

Michelle scoffed, petting Angel who sat in her lap for the entire ride, “Jealous? Me? Fat chance.” Michelle looked away from her brother, focusing on the world passing by her, not wanting to talk about it more.

Michael’s smug smirk fell watching his twin. He didn’t really mean what he said. Nor did he ever when they fired back and forth about dating. His sister had to hide her sexuality back home. He didn’t have it as easy as her. Hopefully in their new home that would change.

Michel turned back to the front and reached over to start up your radio, “Think mom will let us have the same room?” Michael asked with a smile, though you already knew the answer to that.

With a smile, for a brief moment you turned your gaze away from the road to give Michael a quick kiss, “Do you really need to ask that?”

Michelle softly smiled at you two. She may tease the both of you to no end but she’s happy that Michael found you. She knew her twin, they had a bond and she knew just how important you are to Michael. How perfect the two of you were together.

She watched as they approached the sign for Santa Carla, notifying them of their arrival in their new home. As they passed she turned her head, following the sign. Michelle’s brow furrowed as the words “Murder Capitol of the World” was spray painted in red on the back of the town sign.

That isn’t concerning at all.

“How strange.” You commented, walking along the Boardwalk with Michelle. You all decided to stop and search around the stores that were open to not only find Lucy a job, but also to find Michael one and, you and Michelle.

“Strange? Isn’t that technically good in our books?” Michelle commented, smiling at the people around them. She was loving this. Everyone seemed so unique and different.

You hummed in agreement, “Not wrong. Think we’ll find a space?” You shift Angel in your arms, the cat was looking around, eyes wide with the new surroundings.

Michelle shrugged, “Hopefully. There were some empty stores up for sale. We can take some numbers down tomorrow and make some calls.”

“Sounds good to me.” You said. You smiled as some little kids that were passing by with their parents pointed up at Angel, asking their parents if they could ‘pet the pretty kitty’. You and Michelle giggled as the two of you made your way back to the others.

“Is there any jobs around here?” Michael asked a lone man, hoping to find at least some kind of work.

The man shook his head, “Nothing legal.” He said, much to Michael’s disappointment. Mihael walked away and took a seat on his bike that he unhooked from your van.

“Nothing huh?” Michelle asked, walking up to her mother’s van, unhooking a similar looking bike to Michael’s.

Michael shook his head, “No.” He stared up at you as you came to stand next to him. He needed to find something quick. For your sake and his mothers.

You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “You’ll find something. Michelle and I are coming back in the morning to find a place. I’m sure something will pop up.”

Michel smiled at your words. You always try to make things positive, “Thanks, y/n. I’m gonna follow you and mom the rest of the way.” Michael revs up his bike, watching his sister do the same, “Riding too, Elle?” Michael called his sister by her nickname.

Michelle gave a thumbs up, “You got it, Mikey.” She said Michael’s own nickname.

“Finally, some peace and quiet in my van.” You joked with a smile.

“Hey!” Both Michel and Michelle said in unison, offended. You laughed as you dodged Michael’s hands trying to pull you close and walked back to your van. You loved teasing those two.

Angel meowed as she propped herself on your lap, looking out the window as you drove up a hill that was a fair distance away from town. The dirt from the road kicked up pebbles and dust clouds as you followed Lucy and Sam, Michael and Michelle riding their bikes side-by-side together as they drove behind you.

You quickly petted her before slowly bringing your van to a halt as you approached a house, more like a cabin, on top of the hill. You parked behind Lucy, taking your keys out of the ignition and taking in the entire property. Had carved wooden statues were everywhere, an abandoned camper collecting rust, animal bones hanging from the trees and just in general, hunting gear was everywhere.

You stepped out of your van, holding onto Angel as Michael and Michelle stepped off their bikes. “He adds more and more every time we come here.” You speak your thoughts as Michael wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Sam and Lucy get out of their car as well, Nanook not far behind Sam. Everyone was taking in the scenery around them. After all, they only ever saw this place once every summer.

Your eyes widened as you saw who you only guessed was Grandpa, passed out on the front porch. You knew he was old but not that old.

All of you walked closer to the seemingly unconscious man, Lucy being the only one to actually go up to him and kneel by him, “Dad? Dad?” Lucy said softly, hoping that nothing serious happened to him.

“Looks like he’s dead.” Michael commented. Angel meowed as if to agree with Michael.

Lucy just smiled, patting grandpa’s chest, “No, he’s just a deep sleeper.” You blinked. You hoped that was the case.

“If he’s dead, can we go back to Phoenix?” Sam asked which resulted in Michelle wacking him lightly in the back of the head and Lucy giving him a look.

Grandpa smiled, lifting his head up to stare at the four of you, “Playing dead and from what I heard doing a damn good job of it too.” He chuckled.

Lucy rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless at him, “Oh, Dad!” The two pulled each other in for a hug.

The four of you exchanged a look with each other. You all forgot just how eccentric Grandpa was. Not only was he an old and powerful witch, but he was a crazy one at that.

The four of you each carried a small bit of your belongings into the house. You set Angel down prior, letting her follow you or Michael. Inside Grandpa’s house was almost a reflection of what outside of it was. Though you were a little creeped out with all the taxidermy animals on the walls and almost every surface.

“This is a pretty cool place.” Michael said as he carried in his bag and his weights that had a few of his jackets hanging on it. Michael was a fitness freak. Always working on his muscles and keeping up with his health. But hey, there were days that you weren’t completely complaining.

Sam carried a box on his head as they all made their way into the kitchen, “Yeah, for the Texas chainsaw massacre.”

You nodded, agreeing with the younger boy. Again, you weren’t the biggest fan of taxidermy. You just hoped Grandpa didn’t try to decorate yours and Michael’s room with any of it.

“Come on, Sammy. Give mom a break.” Michelle said, setting down a box full of kitchen wear on the kitchen island.

“What’s wrong with this picture? There’s no TV.” Sam said, placing his stuff on a wooden cutting table while you and Michael set some of your things on the back porch.

“Have you seen a TV?” Sam asked again.

You folded your arms after setting down your things and leaned against the door frame. You shared an amused glace with Michelle and watched as Sam rambled.

“I haven’t seen a TV guys. You know what it means when there’s no TV? No MTV.” Sam concluded, being highly disappointed at not having his go to means of entertainment.

Michael started lighting his weights and gave his brother a smile, “Sammy, we’re flat broke.”

Leaving the conversation at that, the four of you continued to bring your belongings in, and each of you finally headed upstairs to check out your rooms. Michelle had her own room seeing as you and Michael would be sharing one. You and Michael already chose your shared room leaving Michelle and Sam to fight over the two available ones.

You set down a few of your belongings in your new room with Michael. The bed was big enough for the both of you, having blankets and pillows already set up for you both, the walls were bare and they only had basic furniture plus an empty closet.

“Y/n.” Michael said behind you, closing the door to your room so the two of you would have privacy.

“Hmm?” You turned around and yelped when Michael picked you up, holding you up by your thighs against him. You matched his smile as he walked over to the bed. “Michael?”

Michael only answered by pressing your lips together as he laid you down on the bed, kneeling above you, keeping one hand on your thigh as the other rested on your waist.

“Michael, not that I don’t want to kiss you, but we still have to bring stuff in.” You reminded him. Not to mention everyone would be wondering where you and Michael went.

“We got mostly everything in. I got all my stuff and you only have a few boxes left. They won’t miss us for five minutes.” Michael smiled down at you, rubbing his thumb softly into your waist.

You playfully glared at him, “You cheeky boy. You just can’t wait can you?”

Michael shrugged, “Nope. I thought you knew I had very little patience.”

You laughed, “Well, that and you,” You wrapped your legs around his waist, hating but loving how easily he was pulling you in, “Are incredibly horny at the best and worst of times.” You whispered the last part out, biting your lip as Michael blushed at the truth of your words.

“That’s because I’m dating you.” His hand from your waist moved upward, his fingers gently brushing over your cheek. His eyes became soft. Oh, how he made you feel so loved under just his gaze.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, playing with the ends of his curls, “You too good at convincing me Michael.” You smiled into the kiss Michael placed upon your lips. God, you could never resist him.

Sam mumbled lyrics to a song under his breath as he set out his comic book collection, organizing each and every one of them into separate piles on his bed.

“Oh, no, no, no. This is my room.” Michelle chuckled out, setting down a box of her things at the entrance of the room.

Sam looked back at his sister as she walked towards him, “No, I was here first Michelle.”

“I don’t think so, bud. The other room is right next to Michael’s and Y/n. And I do not want to hear that in the middle of the night. Plus, I think being the oldest has to count for something.” Michelle attempted to grab some of Sam’s comics but he stopped her before she could get the chance.

Sam held onto Michelle’s arms, “Hey, my way or the highway, bud.” He stuck his tongue out at his sister. He lightly pushed her away and went back to his comics.

Michelle held her hand out, “I’ll flip you for it.” She smiled, hoping Sam would take the offer.

Sam sighed, “Okay.” He dropped his comics back onto his bed, reaching into his pocket for a spare coin.

Michelle grinned and suddenly grabbed Sam by the waist, flipping him over her shoulder. She was thankful at that moment for Michael making it a point for her to actually get into lifting weights like him.

“Ow!” Michelle shrieked. Sam bit Michelle in the back of the leg. Falling to the ground, Michelle dropped Sam and took the chance to sprint out of the room.

Glaring at her younger brother, she sprinted right after him, “Sammy!”

“Michael! Y/n!” Sam yelled out, running to the two’s shared bedroom, not bothering to knock and instead busting the door wide open. Which was a big mistake on his part.

You and Michael stared wide eyed at Sam, interrupting the two of you in what Sam would describe as you both ‘eating each other's faces off’. “Sammy!” You and Michael exclaimed, glaring at him.

Sam’s eyes widened as you and Michael scurried from your position on the bed to chase after the boy. Sam couldn’t help but smile and laugh to himself as he ran away from not only his sister, but from you and his brother for interrupting the two of you.

“Sam!” The three of you yelled out as you chased him, a smile coming to your faces too.

Sam ran down the stairs laughing as Lucy came walking in with some of her clothing, “Mom, you got to help me.”

“Soon.” Lucy said with a smile as Sam ran past her with the three of you following close behind. Michael and Michelle jumped over the railing to avoid the last few steps while you ran down them.

“Hey guys, no running in the house.” Lucy’s words flew over all of your heads, jumping over pieces of furniture to get ahold of Sam.

To avoid you guys further, Sam opened up the sliding doors to a new room in the house. But the contents that were inside once Sam opened the doors fully, made all of you stop dead at the entrance.

Tables were filled with animal body parts, bones, taxidermy equipment everywhere. All of you stared at everything within the room. “Holy shit.” You whispered out from beside Michael, leaning into him a little bit. Thank god Angel was up in your room, you didn’t want her near any of this stuff.

“Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.” Michael joked, repeating what Sam said earlier.

Sam and Michelle chuckled at his joke, Michael smirking to himself as you snorted. He couldn’t hit the nail on the head harder.

“Rules!” Grandpa exclaimed.

All of you turned your heads to Grandpa standing off to the side with a box in his hands, “We got some rules around here.”

“What? No dancing naked in the moonlight?” Michelle joked.

“No spell casting past midnight?” Sam joined in.

Michael put an arm around your waist, “No flying around on our brooms at dawn?”

“No potion brewing while guests are over?” You added in, the four of you smiling under Grandpa’s hardened look.

Grandpa shook his head, “Only if you’re not caught.”

Grandpa flipped up a worn out piece of cardboard in the fridge that had “Old Fart” written on it, “Second shelf is mine.” Peanut butter boppers, bottles of root beers and packages of Oreos were hidden on the shelf.

“That’s where I keep my root beers and my double-thick Oreo cookies.” Grandpa explained to the four of you. Sam leaned against the fridge door while you sat down on the counter top with Michael leaning back against you in-between your legs. Michelle leaned on her side against the counter top and looked over for a brief moment, grinning wide when she saw what was growing right outside the kitchen window.

Grandpa closed the fridge door, “Nobody touches the second shelf but me. I mean it. Don’t want to accidentally hex you kids.”

You blinked and whispered in Michael’s ear, “You’re Gramps doesn’t play around.” Michael chuckled.

Michelle snapped her fingers, getting yours, Michael's and Sam’s attention as Grandpa walked away. She pointed to the plant that was growing right outside the window and brought her fingers to her lips, imitating the action of smoking a blunt.

“Now, there’s another rule around here, and I want you to pay close attention.” Though none of you really were.

All of you giggled under your breath at Michelle. Michael hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you up and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning into his back as he followed Grandpa.

“Don’t touch anything. Everything is exactly where I want it to be.” Grandpa said as Michelle and Sam started picking at each other, pinching each other’s skin and lightly hitting each other. You shook your head fondly at the two, also knowing that if Michael wasn’t carrying you, he’d be doing the same.

“Hey, Grandpa. Is it true that Santa Carla is the Murder Capitol of the World?” Michael asked, bringing up what Michelle said to him about the town welcome sign prior.

Grandpa sighed, “There are some bad elements around here.” He said simply. Now that wasn't ominous at all Grandpa.

Michael set you down on your feet, all of you stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “What kind, Grandpa?” You asked, wanting a little more information from the older man.

Grandpa smiled at you softly. He had a soft spot for you, though he would never fully admit it, “Just bad. Ones that your four shouldn’t be getting into.”

“Wait a second, let me get this straight. Are you telling me that we moved to the murder capitol of the world? Are you serious, Grandpa?” Sam asked. They all couldn’t be serious?

Lucy even stopped to listen in on your conversation. Not exactly what she wanted to hear when she moved all of you out here.

“Ah, well, let me put it this way. If all the corpses buried around here were to stand up all at once. We’d have one hell of a population problem.” Grandpa shakes his head.

Lucy sighed, “Great, Dad.” She said sarcastically.

“So stay away from necromancy spells.” Michael stated and then looked pointedly at you and Sam, “You hear?”

You rolled your eyes, “It was one time.”

“And we fixed it.” Sam reminded Michael. Yeah, necromancy spells weren’t yours or Sam’s forte. Michelle though, that girl can resurrect a corpse without breaking a sweat.

Grandpa pulls out a paper book from his back pocket leading you all again over to his taxidermy room, “Now, on Wednesday’s, when the mailman brings the TV guide, sometimes the address label is curled up. Just a little, like that.”

Once again, Michelle and Sam were back at hitting each other but now with Michael added to the mix. You just watched on with an amused smirk while listening to Grandpa.

“Now you’ll be tempted to tear it off. Don’t. You’ll only wind up ripping the cover and I don’t like that.” Grandpa turned around, grabbing the sliding doors, “And stay out of here.”

Before Grandpa could close the doors, Sam stopped him, “Wait, wait. You have a TV?”

“No. I just like to read the TV guide. Read the TV guide, you don’t need a TV.” Grandpa closed the doors in your faces, leaving you all standing there in silence.

You shook your head with a smile, “Come on, the boxes aren’t gonna unload themselves. I wanna finish so we can check out the Boardwalk.”

Michelle perks up at your mention of the Boardwalk, “They got Tim Cappello playing tonight, right?”

You nodded, dragging Michael along with you to grab the rest of your things, “Gonna be one of hell of a night.”

[verified-villain-fxcker]

[bella-goths-wife]

Lost boys masterlist

Poly! Lost boys

Yandere lost boys x reader

Being lost boys adopted baby

The lost boys different parenting styles

What age would the lost boys turn adopted baby reader

Lost boys reactions to star being a mother to adopted reader

Max’s relationship with adopted reader

Father lost boys reaction to adopted baby reader being hospitalised

What father lost boys+star do for readers birthday

“You terrify them”

Father lost boys reaction to teen reader wearng punk makeup

Things they’ve said that stuck with you

Reactions to seeing you kiss someone

Readers aggressive bad boy boyfriend part 2

Lost boy dad au as songs

Faith jones mood board

Female rage

Daughter reader gets attacked part 2

Lost boys in parent teacher meetings

Meanwhile with the Emerson’s….

Where daughter reader goes to get away from them

Will James be the one to heal daughter reader?

James and readers relationship

James and reader dating mood board

David’s broken chair

James hart mood board

James hart backstory

Dreams of a promise

James and the boys first interaction

A day in church

Hair care

Catching reader with something she shouldn’t have

Faith and reader’s relationship

A night on the town

Faith and James interactions in a poly line

Who do the boys favour?

Cooking

Rhythm kitchen

Nightmares are common nowadays

Mean girls

“Put her down”

Bonding time- David

Mommy dearest?

“I have your back”

What clothes would lost boys dress young reader in

Father lost boys accidentally burning daughter reader

Dumbass duo

The meeting

The boys first impression of James if he wasn’t dating reader

Reader mood board

Readers sex life songs

“I can play nurse”

Reader getting James to sleep

“I’ll bring takeout”

James nsfw alphabet

Bonding time- Dwayne

Michael and James second interaction

Stars confrontation

“I’ll never leave you now” (18+)

Big sister, little brother

When two worlds collide

Reader gets a job

Bonding time- Paul

Habits you picked up from the boys

Truth in a picture. Part 2 part 3

A fearful escape

Michaels comfort

My tiktok for silly little videos based on this au is called bella_goths_wife if you want to check it out :)

[checkitoutmikey]

Through the Window

The boys stumble upon an interesting scene

Pairing: Michael x reader, Dwayne x Paul

Warning: SMUT, voyeurism, dumbification? (look Michael is fucked dumb, ok?), no beta we die like hoes

Author’s note: You wanna hear something embarrassing? I’m so deep in the tlb mindset that the whole ‘yeah they are brothers, but they are also a pack/coven and vampires and they are also in poly realitionship’... I didn’t even realise I’m writting actual incest until halfway through the fic. The reader was written as Michael’s actual sister and I didn’t realise it. Kill me. Now.  Not that I’m strict anti-incest in fanfiction. You do you boo. It’s just the fact it didn’t register for so long that fucks me up XD

- The boys are hovering in the air right next to Emerson resident. Crowns of the tall trees hiding their figures. They are huddled close together so they can see every little detail through the window of Michael‘s room. They’ve drroped by to just check on Michael, see how he‘s dealing with the transition to the other side but found something much more interesting. There is no way they can leave now.

- They are stunned. Completely speechless. Paul’s jaw pretty much dislodged at some point.

- Michael is laying on his back, hand on your hips. Both of you are breathing heavily. Shivering. You lean down to give him a sweet kiss that makes him whimper.

- Soft „please, please, please“ escape him. He looks desperate.

- You hadn’t taken him inside yet. Just letting hic cock slip through your wet folds. Back and forth, again and again. Nice and gentle.

- To be honest the boys are more stunned by the fact you seem to fucking Michael and not the other way around. You are such a sweet innocent looking thing. Aren’t you supposed to be the good girl? It looks like you have Michael pretty tight by the balls. He doesn’t even attempt to rush you or push you into hurrying. All he can manage is that pathetic pleading and sad puppy eyes.

- „Fuck,“ Paul almost plummets to the ground when he sees Michael’s cock glistening with your slick and precome. Dwayne has to pull him close, back to chest so he won’t actually drop from the air.

- Dwayne puts his large hands around the blondes waist and hurries to open his pants. Why not right? By the smell of lust coming from the others they are in for a night of passion so why not start now. He slowly strokes Paul‘s already rock hard cock.

- „Please, please,“ whimpers Michael, repeating your name like a prayer.

- You brace yourself above him, hands next to either side of his head. „We don’t have a condom,“ you say.

- Paul grabs a pack of condoms from his pocket and is about to go inside and offer it to you so the show can go on. He doesn’t even care there’s a hand around his own cock. Dwayne has to grab him by the collar to keep him back.

- David is aware of his brother’s struggles but couldn’t care less. The alluring smell of lust and sex is surrounding them like a warm blanket, suffocating their senses. He doesn’t care if his coat is hiding the prominent bulge underneath. He shall not be ashamed of his arousal when his brothers are already acting like a bunch of hormonal rabbits.

- Marko’s pulls his jeans just low enough to put his hand inside. His eyes pinned to the two sweat covered bodies.  

- Even Dwayne who is clutching Paul in his arms is lost in his need. His hips are rubbing against Paul’s backside while he’s jerking off his friend.

- High pitched whine slices through the heavy air as you roll your hips again with much more force this time. Michael has to grip the sheets beneath him because he doesn’t want to leave bruises on you. Every little slide of skin on skin forces broken noises from him. He’s getting really desperate.

- „He’s lame,“ spits Marko. „She’s not even in operating temperature, hot and bothered and he’s about to blow.“ That doesn’t stop the smallest vampire from enjoying the show none. He’s roughly rubbing himself with a slightly demented smirk on his face. That pup’s inexperienced, unlikely to get any girl off in timely manner but it’s certainly entertaining to watch him be basically dommed by a tiny thing like you.

- „Play with her nips or something,“ growls Marko under his breath.

- ,,Eat her out, man. Please,“ whines Paul. He’s almost there. If Dwayne would just speed up a little bit. Be a little rougher. „I wanna eat her out.“

- „We know,“ Marko rolls his eyes because everybody knows Paul has oral fixation of ungodly proportions.

- „I can do it better than you.“

- „Keep dreaming.“

- „Fuck, Dwayne, harder.“

- „Shut up, dude.“

- „I could finish her in 10 seconds flat.“

- „Paul, you fly a step closer and I will put you in a cage.“

-… „kinky.“

- Loud moan cuts off their banter. You finally give the boy what he wants and gently guide him inside. He claws at the sheets, trying to restraint himself from bucking into your slick tight heat. You support yourself with hands on his stomach. As you slowly rise up and slide down again you can feel the hard muscles under your fingers moving. Sweat covers your skin as you work on riding him. There’s no rush but that means nothing to Michael because he’s about to come undone in matter of seconds. The poor boy was so pent-up thanks to your thorough foreplay he couldn’t possibly hold on any longer.

- With choked cry he slips out of you, ropes of white cum land on his own chest. He’s trembling in his post orgasm bliss. Barely conscious as it is.

- You get off the bed to clean yourself and bring a wet washcloth to take care of your lover too.

-„Um, hey… sorry…“ he stutters shamefully.

- Dwayne’s pressing his cum covered hand to Marko’s mouth to silence the string of profanities directed at Michael. He has no brain when he comes.

- „I can… you know…“ It’s easy to see Michael really isn’t used to not delivering in bed. His cheeks are stained crimson with embarrassment. He grabs your wrist as you are about to clean the last of the mess on his skin. You smile at him kindly.

- „No need. Actually I should be on my wa. It looks like I’m in a world of trouble already,“ you say as you look out of the window.

- David smirks. „That you are kitten.“

[casualwriters]

Request open/ send them please | Prompts !!

Peaky Blinders

Raising a little girl with John Shelby

Being Luca sugar baby 

Finn Shelby with a S/O who part of the Circus 

Beautiful in all shapes Bonnie 

Finn with a Naive S/o 

Boys dating someone who is Def 

Hogwarts Moodboard 

Protester John Shelby 

Jealousy Finn Shelby 

Telling Micheal your Pregnate 

Outerbanks 

JJ Catching you Dancing 

Them with a Shy Chubby S/O 

Topper dating there S/o who struggles with PTSD 

Outerbanks in Percy Jackson House Moodboard   

JJ being mad when he see you with Topper 

The Lost Boys 

Polly Lost Boys X Nonbinary reader who has piercings and tattoos 

Rainy day Polly Lost Boys X Female reader 

There S/o who lost someone close to them 

Full Moon Gone wrong Paul x Reader 

Eddie munson S/o being apart of The Lost boys 

The lost Boys with a werewolf partner 

Lost boys going to the murder house 

being the oldest Emerson sibling and sneaking out to see Paul.

Horror and More  

Polly  Lost boys with piercings and Tattoos 

Slasher with a tall S/o 

Billy Loomis liking Stu Older sister. 

slasher taking there s/o home when there drunk

Slasher characters s/o dealing with rascism

Slasher falling for there S/O who a mermaid 

Slasher character with a demon S/O

Jason Dean with a naive s/o

playing in the leafs with Walter De’ville 

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Rise of the pink ladies  

‘‘ Best friends “ Richie x fem reader 

Sons of Anarchy 

S/o being Ima sister and dating Happy 

Video Games

Drawing a portrait of them ( Life is strange ) 

( Nathan Prescott ) S/o who has bad anxiety 

Josh Washington  prompt ( Until Dawn ) 

Reader helping Nathan with a break down

 Euphoria 

single mother | Fez x reader WARNING ABUSE   

Enemies  | Elliot x female reader 

Stranger things 

( Billy Hargrove | I Won’t go away 

Billy with a Witchy s/o 

Shoot to Thrill Billy x female reader 

Sleepy cuddles with there s/o

American Horror Story 

Ahs characters when someone flirt with there S/O

Austin Sommers  with a male musician mate 

Marvel & Dc Fandom

Dancing in the rain - Bucky Barnes 

Claimed as mine (mid smut )   - Bucky Barns  

Kara Danvers helping you out of a meltdown [ Autistic reader]

Dick Grayson stuck in the elevator with reader

Love on the Line of fire ~ Roy Harper

Dc boys giving readers hickeys when jealous

The witcher

Arrange marriage drabble / Cahir

Baulder Gates 3

Oh yeah, we're parents ( Gale X Teifling fem reader)

My favorite Tav's Moodboards

Suprise Vistor - Halsin