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britany1997 · 11 months

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Oh I definitely had to send in a request when I saw they were open. Can I please get a Subby!Paul/Daddy!Dwayne fic. Something where blondie gets some extra tlc after a rough punishment? Thank you, bestie 💜

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Bestie I love when you request from me because you always think of the most delicious prompts, yes ofc I can write this for you! Hope you love it;) there’s a fun little character cameo in this too:)

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Warnings PLEASE READ: SMUT minors DNI, BDSM dynamics (which means safeword included as well), sub/dom dynamics, daddy kink (Dwayne is daddy always), bondage, blow job, hand jobs, face sitting (kind of), orgasm denial, hair pulling, aftercare of course,

Paul fucked up.

He'd done a lot of stupid things, sure. He'd welded training wheels to Dwayne's bike, he'd released all of Marko's pigeons (and he'd been forced to track him all down), he'd even taken David's wheelchair for a spin and broken one of the wheels.

But all that was nothing compared to what he'd done this time.

Paul had vamped out on the boardwalk to impress a girl.

While the boys didn’t have many rules between them (that would ruin the whole, rugged vampire, anti establishment thing they had going), under no circumstances were any of them, even David, allowed to reveal their true nature to humans.

Not even for a quickie behind the Ferris wheel.

Which is why Paul found himself hiding under his bed where Dwayne would never find him, Fishy’s bowl wrapped tightly in his arms.

However, his hiding spot may not have been as secretive as he thought. Paul’s heart threatened to beat right out of its cage as he heard the thud of Dwayne’s boots from under his bed. Paul held his breath, for fear even the slightest sound would give him away.

Fishy wiggled his fin, prompting Paul to bring a finger to his lips to shush the confused goldfish.

The blond vampire flinched every time Dwayne’s boots swept a little too close for comfort, but as the boots began to walk away, Paul knew he was in the clear.

That is, until he felt himself being dragged from under the bed by a firm hand wrapped around his leg.

Paul laid flabbergasted as he looked up into the eyes of a pissed off brunette vampire, his arms crossed over his bare chest and his eyebrow raised.

Paul shot him his signature smile, something that would have made Dwayne melt under normal circumstances, but the imposing vamp obviously had a mission.

He plucked the fish bowl from Paul’s arms before placing it on the bed side table gently. “Paul won’t be home tonight Fishy,” Dwayne informed the goldfish, “you understand.”

He grabbed Paul by the waist and threw him over his shoulder before saluting Fishy and leaving Paul’s room.

“I said i was sorry,” Paul whined.

“Mhmm,” Dwayne hummed, “but we have to learn that our actions have consequences.”

“Not a child.”

“Then why do you keep acting like one?”

This was going no where. Paul sighed dramatically. At least he could enjoy the view of Dwayne’s ass from this angle. He smiled to himself.

Dwayne threw Paul down onto his bed and leaned over him, caging him in with his arms. Dwayne cocked an eyebrow, “the boys want me to teach you a lesson.”

Paul gulped.

Dwayne’s face softened, “Paulie what do you say when you need to stop?”

“Bats,” Paul told him confidently, before pulling Dwayne in for a kiss.

As the blond vampires tongue slid into his mouth, Dwayne felt his resolve corroding. Paul made it exceptionally difficult to stay mad at him.

But before Paul could hypnotize him with kisses, Dwayne snapped to his senses. He couldn’t let Paul get away with whatever he wanted, he’d never learn! Paul had been too wild for too long.

Dwayne pulled away, “what’s my name Paulie?”

Paul bit his lip, half in nervousness and half in excitement for what was to come. “Daddy,” he practically purred.

Dwayne scoffed, “only a good boy in the bedroom Paulie?”

Paul smirked, “don’t know whatcha mean daddy, I’m always good,” he lied.

“Mhmm,” Dwayne grunted in disbelief, “then you’ll take your punishment like a good boy right?”

Paul smiled sheepishly, “uh, yeah.”

“Good.” Dwayne smirked as he began to rummage through his bed side table before pulling out a pair of pink fur handcuffs.

“Those new?” Paul asked as he shed his jacket and top.

“Got em just for you,” Dwayne replied as he moved over Paul to secure his wrists to the bed frame, “now stop doing things without permission. I’ll be taking your clothes off.”

The blond vampire fought the smile creeping onto his face, “yes daddy.”

As Dwayne moved to unbuckle Paul’s jeans, he was met with a prominent bulge in the white fabric. He shot Paul a look, his eyebrows raised.

“What do ya want me to say man,” Paul shrugged.

Dwayne’s eyes rolled back into his head as he quickly unbuttoned Paul’s pants and rolled them off, along with his boxers.

The imposing brunette spit into his hand before wrapping it around the base of Paul’s cock, his thumb swirling around the tip as Dwayne held him.

Paul sucked in a breath at the sudden contact, his hands fought to free themselves so they could run through Dwayne’s hair, or caress his face. But it was no use as the cuffs kept Paul firmly against the bed frame. He was Dwayne’s to use.

Dwayne stroked Paul slowly, his firm grip squeezed the blond rocker in all the right ways.

It didn’t take long for paul to be a panting, moaning mess. As he felt himself approaching his peak, he stomach muscles tightened and his eyes fluttered closed as he prepared to paint Dwayne’s hand.

Just as he felt himself about to fall over the edge, Dwayne stopped. He pulled his hand away and wiped it on his pants casually.

Paul whimpered, “w-why…?”

“You know why,” Dwayne shrugged, “you thought this was gonna be all about pleasure for you? You’re being punished.”

Tears pricked at the corners of Paul’s eyes. He loved cumming, more than most things, more than most people. This was cruel and unusual punishment.

“Thought you were gonna be good Paul,” Dwayne scolded, as Paul’s angry thoughts flashed through the brunette vampire’s mind.

Paul sniffled, if this was how he could prove himself again, he’d do it. Dwayne couldn’t torture him for long right? Right???

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be good daddy,” Paul said sincerely, his lips forming into a pout.

“Good,” Dwayne replied as he took Paul in his hand once again.

As Dwayne ran his hands over the ridge of Paul’s head, pulling slightly, Paul found himself simultaneously in heaven and hell.

Years and years together had made the boys experts on each other bodies, they knew what they liked, they knew what they didn’t like, and unfortunately for Paul, they knew what they loved.

It was torture getting exactly what he wanted and knowing it would end all to soon.

Sure enough, Paul choked on tears as Dwayne pulled back once more. Paul thought maybe he’d make it over the edge before Dwayne could realize, but the dominant vampire was too smart for that.

“Please,” Paul whispered, “please daddy, anything but this.”

Dwayne sighed, taking a little pity on Paul. “Not sure you’ll like this any better.”

Dwayne rolled down his pants and boxers, shedding his jacket as well before he stood in front of Paul.

Paul’s cock, which had softened, hardened once again at the sight of a nude Dwayne.

“Really?”

“Sorry.”

Dwayne sighed before wrapping his hand around his own length and pulling softly.

Fuck. This was worse.

Paul wrestled against his restraints, desperate to get his hands on Dwayne.

The brunette vampire was the most… well endowed of all the boys and both Paul and Dwayne knew it.

Paul whimpered and whined as he watched Dwayne pleasure himself, unable to do anything but look in frustration, prevented from even touching himself.

A moan fell from Dwayne’s full lips as he finished on Paul’s stomach, causing Paul to fight so hard against his cuffs he almost succeeded in releasing himself.

But before he could shatter the handcuffs, he composed himself.

He was a good boy.

Rather then free himself, Paul’s lip jutted out and his eyes brimmed with tears in an utterly pitiful pout. He silently begged Dwayne to have mercy on him, just once.

Dwayne’s heart softened, he had been somewhat cruel so that Paul’s lesson would stick, but maybe he could give him a little something.

“Stay still ok?” Dwayne ordered.

“Yes daddy,” Paul replied, holding back a smile.

Dwayne climbed onto the bed and kneeled over Paul’s chest so that his legs were on either side of Paul’s head, and his cock was against the blond vampire’s pretty lips.

Paul’s tears of frustration turned to tears of joy as the tip of Dwayne’s cock slid into Paul’s mouth and his hand snaked into Paul’s wavy blond locks.

Paul’s tongue flicked the Dwayne’s tip enthusiastically, grateful to be doing anything. He moaned around Dwayne as he swirled around the tip, tracing patterns with his skilled tongue.

Dwayne’s fist balled in Paul’s hair as he gripped him and brought him closer, shoving more of his cock into the eager blond’s hungry mouth.

Paul hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked, running his tongue up and down the vein on the underside of Dwayne’s dick.

Dwayne pulled Paul’s head roughly until his nose was buried in Dwayne’s happy trial. The brunette vampire began to pump his cock back and forth, fucking Paul’s face roughly.

As Dwayne felt himself about to pour down Paul’s throat, he heard a soft whimper. When he looked down he was met with Paul’s best puppy dog eyes, begging and pleading with the man above him.

Dwayne sighed, Paul had learned his lesson.

Still buried in Paul’s mouth, he unhooked the cuffs and freed the blond vampire’s hands.

Paul moaned a thank you as one hand fell to Dwayne’s hip and the other wrapped around his own cock, stroking furiously.

Both men cried out in pleasure as they came together, Dwayne down Paul’s throat and Paul across his thigh.

“Thank you daddy,” Paul smiled blissfully.

“You’re welcome Paulie,” Dwayne smiled back as he leaned down to press a kiss to Paul’s forehead.

Dwayne slid off the bed to grab a washcloth. He ran it under warm water before return to a blissed out Paul laying back on the bed, a dopey smile painted across his face.

Dwayne chuckled to himself as he gently cleaned Paul’s stomach and thighs. When he was done, he crawled into bed with Paul, spooning him against his chest and pressing soft kisses to the skin of his neck.

“I love you so much Paulie,” Dwayne promised him, “even when you make mistakes, I’ll always love you.”

Paul turned in Dwayne arms until the two men were nose to nose.

“I know,” Paul assured him, “and I love you too, even when your rough with me,” he tucked a piece of Dwayne’s hair behind his ear, “I know you want the best for me.”

Dwayne sighed, his brow furrowing, “you know why we have that rule right?”

Paul nodded, “I know.” I just…” he let out a quiet sigh, “I wanted her to like me. I…I thought she’d be impressed.”

Dwayne’s heart clenched at Paul’s admission, “you don’t need the teeth to be liked,” he kissed Paul’s nose, “you’re enough on your own.”

A pink tinge washed across Paul’s cheeks, “yeah?”

Dwayne smiled, running his arms up and down Paul’s back and bringing him close to his chest, “yeah baby.”

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year

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Dwayne dad grunts and you can't tell me he doesn't.

#the lost boys #Dwayne #Tlb Dwayne #Dwayne x reader #Daddy Dwayne #I mean what #Tlb x reader #the lost boys x reader

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luv4fandoms · 1 year

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Christmas Surprise (Dwayne x Fem!Reader)

So this was inspired by this prompt "Christmas pregnancy announcement" and as soon as I read that my brain went to Dwayne, and I knew that I HAD to write this. Also I went off of @auntvamp 's headcanon that it could be possible for the boys to get a girl preggos if she was a vampire as well. Cause I fully agree with that, with a human girl it's a no go, vamp girl, definitely possible lol. Hope everyone enjoys it ☺️

Word count: 1,360

Pairing: Dwayne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pure unadulterated fluff!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

You couldn't believe this was really happening, and honestly you were surprised he hadn't noticed yet, but you supposed it was still very early. You knew that you wanted to tell everyone though, and you knew you wanted to make it special, so that was how you ended up here at the boardwalk with Star, Laddie staying with the boys tonight while the two girls "shopped til they drop" as Paul put it, causing Laddie to quickly become concerned for you and Star until you explained what it meant and that the two of you would not hurt yourselves.

"Are you nervous?" Star asked, looking over at you while the two of you made your way along the shops, grabbing last minute gifts for the boys.

"Of course," you laughed.

"I mean, I have always wanted this but, I think everyone in my situation is nervous" you added, watching Star nod before a smile spread on her lips.

"Are you excited?"

"Unbelievably!" You squealed, watching as she laughed.

"This is something we had talked about but we always said it as if it were only a small possibility" you told her, thinking about all those late morning conversations you had while wrapped up in the sheets with Dwayne.

"He is going to be over the moon," she smiled.

"Which is exactly why I want this to be perfect" you smiled back before entering your first shop.

🦇🦇🦇🦇

Six shops later and you had Christmas gifts for everyone, there was just one place left to go.

"Ok we don't see them anywhere right?" You asked as you and Star looked around the crowd.

"No, but just to be on the safe side, I'll stay outside, a little ways away just so in case they come I can steer them in a different direction and they won't know" Star told you with a smile.

"You are the best! I won't be long" you smiled back before disappearing into the small baby shop. The sound of soft music filled your ears as you took in the store, racks and racks of baby clothes from newborn to toddler, toys, car seats, cribs, diapers, soap, creams, everything.

"Hello!" The young woman behind the counter smiled.

"Can I help you with anything?"

"Um" you thought for a moment, wondering if this would be a stupid question.

"So I want to surprise my boyfriend with the news and I know it's closing in on Christmas but…Do you happen to have any sort of Halloween clothes left? It's sort of a style for us" you stated, motioning towards your darker attire. You were sure the girl was going to laugh and tell you that you were crazy, but to your surprise she headed towards a back room, stating that they had a few things left over. You waited as she brought out the small pile, laying them out for you.

"We have these," she started

"Mommy's little werewolf"

"Future Frankenstein"

"Daddy's little witch"

"Vicious lil Vampire"

"That one!" You smiled excitedly, looking up at her and quickly calming yourself.

"We love vampire movies" you lied, watching her nod.

"Would you like me to put this in a box so he doesn't see it?"

"Oh yes please, thank you so much"

"No problem at all. So how far along are you?" She asked while packing it up.

"Not far, I just found out today with a test"

"Your excitement says this was something you two really wanted," she laughed, while ringing that up as well as the other shirt you had found while she was in the back room.

"It's something we have talked about a lot, he's really good with kids" you smiled, thinking about him with Laddie, he had told you so many times about how he had wanted kids when he was human, but it just never happened. But he had hoped, now that you were a vampire as well, that maybe it would be possible, little did he know.

"Well from the sounds of it you have a keeper on your hands" she smiled, handing you the very discrete box.

"I'm so happy for you both, congratulations" she added, and you once again found the reality of it all washing over you…This was really happening.

"Thank you so much! You'll definitely be seeing more of me, and him" you laughed.

"We're always open! Have a nice night and Merry Christmas" she stated before you made your way out, quickly meeting up with Star and heading back towards the rides where you knew the boys would be. This was going to be exciting.

🦇🦇🦇🦇

Christmas couldn't come fast enough in your opinion, you all of course would be opening gifts as soon as the clock hit midnight, and you were unsure of who was bouncing around more, Laddie or Paul. The boys happily opened their presents. You and Star got Paul a bunch of new cassettes that he went crazy over, Marko received a bunch of patches and different trinkets you both knew he would like, and the fact that he immediately started holding them up to his jacket to figure out where to sew them confirmed that. Star had gotten David a box of really fancy cigars, and you gave him some books that you thought he would really enjoy, which by the smile he gave you, he approved. Laddie received new toys as well as books, which he was very excited about and began playing with immediately. Star gave Dwayne some poetry books as well as a new skateboard, and you handed Dwayne his gift. Kissing back when he leaned over to give you a quick kiss. He gently untied the bow and you took the moment to hand Laddie his other gift. When Dwayne lifted the lid of the box he went still, and for a moment you wondered what was going through his head, not wanting to pry and see for yourself. You watched him blink, slowly place down the lid and pick up the small baby onesie and pregnancy test, he stared at it for a long moment, the entire cave going quiet as you realized everyone was in shock.

"Is this…"

"Yeah"

"You're really?"

"Yeah" you smiled as your eyes met, his own slightly brimming with unshed tears as he looked at you.

"Really?" He breathed, almost as if he was afraid this was just some sick joke and you would tell him that you were lying.

"Really baby" you smiled, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your still small stomach, the stomach that would soon have a baby bump.

"I'm pregnant" you breathed, and in an instant his lips were on yours, his arms wrapping around you as he poured every ounce of love that he had into the action. He had always wanted this, dreamed of it, but for so long thought it was impossible..and yet here you were, telling him that it was possible, telling him that it was happening…He was going to be a dad.

"I love you" he breathed against your lips, while you reached up to wipe his wet cheeks.

"I love you too baby" you smiled while leaning in to kiss him again.

"Dwayne look!" Laddie spoke excitedly, and Dwayne looked over, laughing and smiling at the boy who now sported a shirt that read

"Worlds best big brother"

"The title fits," he told the boy as he smiled even more.

"So we get to have a little niece or nephew running around?" Paul's voice cracked, and you looked over at him, noticing him wiping his own face, Marko looking away to try to hide his tears.

"Yeah, you'll have a little vamp running around" you nodded.

"We'll take good care of them, of the both of you" David spoke as he walked up to you, leaning down to kiss your head.

"I know you will, this is the best family a child could ask for" you spoke while looking at all of them, before leaning over and kissing Dwayne again.

"And you're gonna be the best father a child could ask for"

"You'll be the best mom" he smiled back.

Dwayne really deserves to be a father!!

Also here is the little baby onesie which can actually be found on Etsy!

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people-are-strange-87 · 1 year

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I've got an hour until I have to go to sleep. If a Dwayne blog turns up after then, I'm gonna be sad I missed out

#dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys dwayne #daddy dwayne

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prettywhenibleed · 1 year

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𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘: 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 (Imagine This: Twins With Dwayne)

You and Dwayne are together, you being his mate. You were still human at the moment, not quite ready to give up the sun just yet. Dwayne being Dwayne, has obviously wanted to have kids since, well, since forever, but him being a vampire, he knew that he would never have that. He was very happy to at least have you, his mate.

One day, you have the surprise of a life time for Dwayne. You are pregnant. You both had no idea that this was even possible, but after some talking to Max, you found out that, while very rare, it was possible. Dwayne was over joyed at this. He would finally be a father and he was so happy to be having this baby with you.

About 2 months into your pregnancy, the whole time Dwayne had been waiting on you hand and foot, you had even more exciting news to tell Dwayne. Not only did this motherfucker get you pregnant, but he had somehow managed to get you pregnant with twins. When Dwayne heard this, he just about died of happiness.

This boy was the happiest vampire on earth. He was going to be the father of twins!! As the months went on and your belly grew bigger and bigger, Dwayne’s protectiveness of you grew and grew but so did his love towards you. This boy did everything for you. You barely had to lift a finger. He even opted to carrying you around most of the time and at night he would pull you in close to him, one of his hands on your, now very swollen, belly and hold you as you fell asleep.

When it was time and the babies came, it was over. Dwayne was in heaven. He finally had everything he had ever wanted. You, his mate, and to be a father. He had created his own little family, within the family he had with his brothers, with you and he could not be happier..........Well.... Not unless you got pregnant again..

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#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #dwayne x reader #dwayne tlb #the lost boys dwayne #pregnancy #daddy dwayne #billy wirth #PWIBfic

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angel-fics · 11 months

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Darkness Within the Light

Chapter 3 of a Dwayne Stephens x Latina!Pregnant!Witch!OC fanfic

Warnings: Threats of violence, allusions to dangerous situations, language, sexual innuendos, Grandpa Emerson (you all know he counts). This entire story is deemed unsuitable for minors, if you are one, you are responsible for your own media intake, you have been warned.

Summary: As Jessamine settles into her new job and begins adjusting to her new way of life, we meet her new landlord, Grandpa Emerson. Cranky, superstitious, and all too aware of her status, Jessamine tries to find even footing with this eccentric old man who’s anxiously waiting for the appearance of his estranged family.

(y’all, i fucking forgot to add the photo the first time i uploaded, it adds to the ambiance and it’s so fucking important and i forgot it💀)

With two clicks and a startlingly accurate aim, Jessamine watched in horror as the shotgun leveled at her head. Her breathing shallowed drastically as she tried to keep calm and stay level-headed. Her abilities and magik could be triggered by her emotional state, and this was one of the worst times and situations to let out a wave of magikal energy.

“The hell you two devil-worshippers doin’ on my property? And speak quick cuz I’m too old to pretend to be interested,” growled the white-haired man as he stared down the scope of his weapon, his finger tightening around the trigger menacingly. He was old enough to look just days away from dying, withered snowy locks flowing stiffly in the light breeze. He was dressed haphazardly, as if he fell into a closet and decided to stay in whatever had landed on him. An atrociously patterned orange and blue Hawaiian shirt lay over a stained wife beater, which was probably once white. He wore thick cotton cutoff shorts that exposed a farmers tan, leading to his mismatched socks and shoes. One foot had an ankle length striped sock and a slipper with a huge hole in the toe. The other sock was high on his calf and had green polka dots and laid in an untied leather work boot.

Flinching at the sawed-off that was just a few feet away from her, she leaned to whisper harshly into Leighton’s ear. “When you said you’d take me to my new ‘living arrangements’, I didn’t think that translated into my untimely death! I though you knew this guy.”

“I know of him, everyone does. He’s killed his fair share of vampires before finally settling here about forty odd years ago. He’s been here as long as I have.”

Icy blue eyes glared at the two Wiccan, distrustful and paranoid. “Now, don’t you two start consorting or whatever it is that y’all’s kind tend to do,” he warned wearily. Standing just a few feet away from them from the top of his porch steps, Jessamine had never felt so threatened in her life. Usually, in life or death scenarios, she was more calm. But now, it wasn’t just her life at stake. Before this baby, she felt expendable and unimportant. All of that had changed and she felt the true burden of her mortality for the first time.

Leighton tried not to take his eyes off of the older man, but it was hard to when he knew his newest charge was in such an awful position. Santa Carla was, for many valid reasons, practically deserted by magikal folk. He preferred it that way. Wiccan had stopped going West long ago, so he was basically alone. While it didn’t do much for his power, he knew he was independent and in full control here without having to account for or answer to anyone. But Jessamine and her baby changed all of that. And he knew that the Great Mother had an intended purpose for the young woman and her baby.

“Mr. Emerson, I think there’s been a huge misunderstanding here. We pose no threat to you or your home, and we didn’t come here with any bad intentions. I’m the librarian in town and this young woman is my new employee. She has fled from a very dangerous situation and she needs a home. Given your background and need for a tenant, I thought it would do to come here,” he assured, stepping in front of Jessamine and holding his arm across her torso protectively.

“I don’t think there’s been any misunderstanding, Mr. Librarian. Lemme make myself clear, I got my own to protect. I ain’t gonna let some fugitive you’re harboring put my family into danger by bringing about a damn apocalypse within my home. I don’t care if you think she’s innocent or too damn pretty to get rid of,” Emerson insisted, not even twitching out of his defensive position.

Jessamine tried not to bristle at his offensive words, and focused at the gun he still had leveled on her. She could easily knock it away from him with a thought, but she knew it wouldn’t help the situation. If anything, it would just make everything worse. And the slight chance that the gun would go off and hit her anyway kept her from making any drastic decisions. For her child’s sake she had to be careful.

Leighton continued arguing with the old man, if not to allow her to stay, than to convince him to let them live. “No one understands your motivations better than she does. She has her own family to protect, growing within her. You know our laws, Emerson, you know that they won’t come for her. But you also know that Wiccans aren’t the only threat in this area. Please, allow her sanctuary.”

Emerson’s glare softened slightly and much to the pair’s relief, his finger relaxed from the trigger marginally. His gaze fell from Leighton’s to Jessamine’s belly, where she had rested a hand above her womb. Jessamine was a bit on the heavier side and she knew that the fat of her stomach might obscure how far along she truly was. However, for just two months (physically at least), she knew it wasn’t obvious yet. Still, he kept the gun aimed at them and they knew better than to try to approach him further.

“And so what? Why should I just take your word for it? For all I know, y’all could be using some kinda mind trick on me to brainwash me into obeying you. I also know that your society doesn’t gatekeep the use of magik. There are plenty of violent outliers,” Emerson dismissed, shaking his head slightly so as not to disable his aim.

Frustrated and feeling tears well up in her eyes, Jessamine moved around Leighton and approached the elderly man, marching forward until the shotgun barrel was pressing into her chest. She met his glare with a determined gaze of her own, though hers was decidedly less severe given the salty water that had accumulated on her lashes in desperation and stress

“Please,” she begged, ignoring the chilled metal that practically burned through the material of her shirt. “I know what you’re afraid of because I am, too. We face the same dangers, whether you acknowledge it or not. I will do anything to protect my baby and give them a safe and happy life. This is the safest place to do that. I get that dark practitioners are threats, but I do not participate in that sort of evil. I swear to you that no harm will come to you or your family as a result of my presence. I will use all of the magik at my disposal to make this a fortress, if that would make you more comfortable. Please, this is my last hope. I am utterly alone in this world and I have nothing to lose or cherish more than my baby. So please! Please!”

Jessamine felt pathetic and was on the verge of sobbing in front of this man. Tears streamed down her round face, but she tried to keep her facial features as smooth and neutral as possible. Her hands covered her stomach as much as they could, a final and useless layer of protection.

Emerson’s glare deepened a fraction before he tossed his head back and laughed. Yanking the gun back, he swung it so it was positioned over his shoulders. Shifting his position, he eyed the two considerably, with a huge grin and a sparkle in his eyes. “Well, why didn’t you just start with that? Shoot! Making my house a fortress? Darlin’, lemme help you with them bags.”

Both Leighton and Jessamine gaped after him as he put the shot gun away carefully and lifted two bags to carry inside. Leighton approached Jessamine from behind, laying a heavy hand on her shoulder. Craning her neck to look at him, she almost giggled at his expression. Mouth agape and his head shaking in disbelief, his mouth opened and closed as he struggled to find his voice.

“That was insane,” he breathed finally. This triggered an immediate response of Jessamine swallowing large mouthfuls of air as she was hit with the reality of the encounter. Everything hit her in that moment. Nathaniel’s death. Her isolation and banishment from her community. The year-long coma she had been forced into. The death threats and conspiracies that followed. Being abandoned by the Council and forced to flee. The weeks of driving. Jessamine was, for lack of better or truer terms, fucking exhausted. She was so fucking exhausted.

Not acknowledging Leighton’s words, she picked up a few bags herself and trailed after the old man.

The inside of the house was huge and largely decorated in wooden Western furnishings. Antlers and stuffed animals, mostly rodents, resided on the majority of the flat surfaces. They were all posed to face the entryway, as if in greeting. There was almost no technology that she could see besides a wall covered floor-to-ceiling with various radio and stereo models being flanked by columns upon columns of disks and records. The entryway was set into a living room, with a winding staircase leading to the second floor. A set of french doors revealed a workplace for Emerson’s taxidermy, the room glowed red from the stained lightbulbs. Another set of french doors -these were glass instead of wood- revealed a dining room that connected to a kitchen, which led to a sunroom and den.

Emerson walked ahead of Jessamine through the kitchen and into the den. Another smaller staircase was there and he began to ascend with a couple of her bags.

“We converted the attic into a living space when my youngest daughter wanted some ‘independence’ after high school before she moved out. It has a small kitchen and a full bathroom. No bedroom, that’s in the living room. I guess it’s what you young folk might call a studio apartment. Pretty spacious since it takes up the top floor of the house,” Emerson explained, opening a door at the top of the stair case and allowing Jessamine to walk ahead of him. Leighton’s heavy steps followed them sluggishly as he had handled more bags than the other two.

Indeed, the apartment was very spacious. Various skylights on the slanted ceiling allowed sun to light the entire place up for their viewing. Practically everything was covered in dust, including a few stacks of boxes that stood in the corner next to the door. Dust swirled in the air, the light fracturing off of it to make rainbows. A small television stood to the far left of the attic with a couple of couches and chairs surrounding it. Next to the boxes was an old desk and bookshelf, which stood empty. To the left of the television, on the far right wall, was a small lift. The lift was about a foot from the floor and had a large bed on top of it. Across from the bed was the kitchen, complete with a refrigerator, stove, sink, and a small dining area. Between the bed and kitchen was a small hallway with only two doors, one was a simple wooden door and the other was s sliding glass mirror; a bathroom and walk-in closet.

“It’s perfect! Thank you so much, Mr. Emerson,” said Jessamine jubilantly, twirling slowly in the center of the space to take it all in at once.

Smiling kindly at her and setting her bags down, Emerson responds, “I already know everyone calls me ‘Grandpa’. You might as well, too.”

Leighton walked in behind Grandpa and set Jessamine’s bags down gratefully, beyond relieved to not be carrying them further. He rubbed his sore shoulders and surveyed the apartment as well. “It’ll do nicely. That desk is great for when you have to bring work home,” he approved.

Grandpa lifted an eyebrow at the young man and crossed his arms. “Young man, I know you ain’t planning on working this woman in her condition,” he reprimanded.

Jessamine laughed, genuinely for the first time in what had felt like lifetimes. “No, don’t worry about that, Grandpa. I’m a historian. Bringing work home is just reading old tomes and translating runes, nothing strenuous.”

Leighton nodded vigorously, intimidated by the old man’s protectiveness. “I would never compromise her health for a few old books, Grandpa, on my word.”

Grandpa nodded along, content with that answer. “Well, all right. I’ll let you get settled. When you’re ready, come downstairs for some food and I’ll help you stock up that old kitchen and clean up.”

“Thank you again, Grandpa, you have no idea how much this means to me,” Jessamine repeated, turning to face the man as he began descending the stairway.

“I think I do, girl. My oldest daughter, Lucy? You remind me of her.” His voice was thick and emotional as he paused on the landing step.

“Is that why you let me stay?” She knew it to be true as soon as she asked, her senses lighting up in response.

“She and her boys are coming to live with me. They don’t know nothing about any of this. Of what goes on in this town. I don’t know how to explain it, how to prepare them. She wanted a better life for her sons. You wanted a better life for your little one. It wasn’t hard to make the connection,” he grunted.

Jessamine could tell he had missed his daughter, which led her to assume that he hadn’t seen Lucy in quite some time. The same could most likely be said for her sons. Jessamine empathized heavily with his situation and fully understood Grandpa’s underlying motive for allowing her there; she had promised to make the entire structure a fortress. He wouldn’t have to prepare them if Jessamine was already there to keep them safe. She don’t blame him, couldn’t actually, she would’ve done so no matter where she ended up living.

As Grandpa’s steps down the stairs faded, Jessamine reflected on what she had learned of this man as she began unpacking her belongings and cleaning up.

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The Emersons - Lucy, Michael and Sam - arrived three days later, and were in for two shocks when Grandpa faked a heart attack and then when they met Jessamine for the first time.

Lucy was a very sweet and compassionate woman who had a tendency to be a bit too lenient on her sons. She had just gotten out of a divorce and had decided to keep it as mess-free as possible. Like her, Lucy was looking for a new start for her family. Out of the three, she was definitely the most optimistic and excited about living in Santa Carla. She and Jessamine quickly bonded when Lucy found out she was pregnant. It was nice having another woman around and it made Jessamine realize that she hadn’t had a single conversation with another woman since entering Santa Carla.

Neither of her sons shared the sentiment.

Michael, the oldest, was nineteen and mostly ambivalent about the move. Jessamine could tell that he tried to remain open to it for his mother’s sake, but he wasn’t all that happy about it. A young adult who was entering his senior year in high school late, due to childhood illness, he was simply trying his best to adjust. He got along well with Jessamine, though her being there had confused him.

As to not make them suspicious, Jessamine and Grandpa had devised a story. Jessamine was a pregnant college student who Grandpa was hosting. Since he regularly had health scares and often forgot to feed himself actual meals, Jessamine earned her keep by checking up on Grandpa every so often and making his meals for him. Though not all that pleased with essentially being a live-in caretaker, it would suit her needs so that she could live and practice her magik in peace.

Grandpa wasn’t at all approving of her practice in the slightest. For one, he thought it was dangerous, both for her health and because he still wasn’t certain what sort of magik Jessamine practiced in. Most of all, he didn’t want his family to find out about her true nature or her real job as a magik historian. Still, they came to an agreement that Jessamine would keep her room locked at all times, whether she was in it or not, and that she would put up charms to keep anyone from seeing or finding out about the various ingredients, potions, spells, and books that would give insight to her being a Wiccan. She promised to go above and beyond to keep her secret from Grandpa’s daughter and her sons.

And while this wasn’t an issue for Lucy or Michael, Jessamine faced a bit of resistance from Lucy’s youngest son, fifteen-year-old Sam. Inquisitive and curious, Sam spent nearly an hour interrogating Jessamine as she tried to make a ‘Welcome Home’ dinner for the trio.

“I think Grandpa should’ve told us that he already had someone living here, doesn’t that make more sense?”

“I have no idea why he wouldn’t have, Sam, I don’t make a habit of reading his letters or helping him write them.”

“Nope, definitely weird. You’re way too hot to be just living here. I don’t believe it for a second.”

“As flattering as I think that was, I’m a bit offended you think I’m lying. Would anyone other than a broke college student go for this type of arrangement?”

“True, but you don’t seem like any old broke college student. Does this have something to do with you being knocked up? I haven’t heard anything about a father.”

Michael just so happened to walk in at Sam’s last question and promptly slapped him upside the head and shoved him aside so that he could walk between them with some boxes for the sunroom.

“You can’t go around saying shit like that, jackass. Plus, Mom told us not to bring it up,” he hissed, chastising Sam. “Apologize, now, idiot.”

Sam had the good sense to look ashamed of himself, realizing he had taken it too far. It seems like this was a reoccurring sequence of his. You felt for the kid if you were being honest, and you were impressed by his boldness.

“I’m real sorry, Jessamine, I shouldn’t have asked all that,” he apologized, looking down at his shoes bashfully.

You laughed lightly and he looked up at you hopefully. Smiling at him, you offer both boys a peace offering. “It’s fine, really. I mean, I get it. Y’all travelled all this way to be living with a weird old man and his 20-year-old friend who’s pregnant. I’d be feeling off about it, too. How about after dinner, we go check out the boardwalk? I haven’t been and your mom is headed that way to look for a job.”

Both boys visibly lit up at the opportunity to do something fun. After a long drive and hours of unpacking, with more to do the next day, boredom was leeching into their systems like a virus. Especially since Grandpa refused to own a television set. Sure, there was one in Jessamine’s room, but she couldn’t lug it down herself for them and they weren’t allowed in her room. For their sakes, she chose not to tell them about it at all.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Dwayne stood away from his brothers as the three of them flocked around a pretty girl who was trying to get an ice cream. They all took turns flirting with her, trying to see which one of them appealed to her the most. Usually, Dwayne would happily participate in these types of games, but he’d felt off lately, and started spending most of his time out with Star and Laddie.

He wasn’t complaining, he adored them both with his whole heart, just as he did his brothers and father. It was just that the idea of having sex or being around women, which he has never had trouble with before, was completely unappealing. And he knew it wasn’t just inside his head because Paul and Marko had begun teasing him about it for months already. Which is why he preferred Star’s company.

It also didn’t hurt that he could acknowledge how beautiful she was without cringing. He had always thought so, back when they had first found her. He flirted with her just as his brothers had and, in the rare moment of assertiveness, he had been the one to offer her Max’s blood to turn her. Dwayne would never consider actually being with her, romantically or sexually. He could just tell that he wasn’t hers to have. And he didn’t want to be. It didn’t feel right. But he could be with her in these moments, silently and peacefully watching over Laddie and making sure his brothers don’t cause too much trouble.

The girl that David, Paul and Marko had been bothering had taken an interest in Marko, and Dwayne could practically feel his elation at having won the game and being able to have his fun with her. As he quirkily extended an elbow for the girl to take so that he could walk her somewhere more private and romantic, Dwayne had rolled his eyes humorously.

And that’s when he saw her.

A girl, couldn’t be over 5’2, walking in between two teenage boys, all three of them looking around the board walk in wonder.

She was curvy, and plump in all the areas that Dwayne liked best. She wore a white lacy top, which was low cut and exposed her chubby tummy. Dwayne’s eyes caught on her large breasts, which he tried to feel bad about before he decided to soak in as much of her as he could. Her long skirt was also white but has pink and green ruffles, similar to one of Star’s skirts. She was decorated in dull gold - belts, hair rings, necklaces and bracelets. Her brown fringe was medium length and was pulled back and out of her face by hair ornaments. Her features were hispanic and her skin was a pleasant shade of caramel. It had been centuries since Dwayne had craved anything but blood and all of the sudden, the sight of a single woman had given him a sweet tooth that rivaled Augustus Gloop.

Her scent wafted to him and he felt like he could survive off of it alone. Cinnamon rolls and peaches. Fuck.

David and Paul were approaching where he and Star were, climbing onto their bikes. Star clambered up behind David and held onto him. Usually Laddie would ride with Dwayne, but Dwayne lifted him up and saddled the boy with Paul. Ignoring them all as they called out it him over his strange behavior and lack of explanation, he strode off away from them.

Following the warm and sweet scent of cinnamon rolls and peaches.

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AAHSHFHFH CHAPTER THREE FINALLY

I wanted to do another chapter before leaving on vacation and i was struggling with writers block. i knew how i wanted to do the reveal and all that but none of the in-between content.

And finally, actual plot. I’d spent so much time on the back story that i was worried that it would be too boring. Anyways, i want to post more preferences, headcanons and one shots so if you are interested in that, reblog and tag what you’d want me to write. Remember that I don’t just write for The Lost Boys, if you’re interested. If you’re not interested, then just leave a like :)

Enjoy and await updates!

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