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artaxerxesthegreat · 2 years

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It All Started With a Smile

A/N: I love the Lost Boys-- I'm a hoe for them, I'm not sorry. This is a Poly!Lost Boys x Adopted!EmersonOC, might be a series, but there will definitely be a part 2. I hope you guys like it. I also used Google to find the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, and it's up for digital download if y'all are interested. I used pages 50-51.

A/N2: This OC is a WOC, again I'm not sorry.

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, Cursing, second hand stealing, not beta read, hints at a boner (ya gotta squint to see it lol), OC is a bit annoying but who isn't, We really only meet Marko (teehee)

Word Count: 9787

(GIF by @jordanlahey)

MINORS DNI!!!!

Chapter 1

“Well, kiddo, how was the trip?” Glancing up from my book, I pull my headset off, giving grandpa a questioning look, “Didn’t hear me, did ya?”

“Sorry, Papa E.” I give him a sheepish smile, book marking my page, as I sit up on my bed motioning for him to sit as well, “You now have my full attention.”

“Just wondering how you liked the trip over here.” He gives me one of his rare smiles, as he takes a peak at my book, “Homeric Hymn to Demeter, eh? Getting some light reading done before the semester starts?”

I can’t stop the smile that finds its way to my face as I admire the worn book cover, “Something like that, yeah… but I already graduated, remember?”

“Oh, yeah… It’s this growing old business, I tell ya. Don’t do it!” Papa Emerson furrowed his brow staring at a spot on the floor, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on his face, which caused him to give me a questioning glance before he started laughing himself. After a few moments, we clam down, and he pats my knee, smiling as he does.

“That was a good laugh, but as far as growing old goes, I don’t think I have much choice.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s true. Can’t live forever.” There’s something odd about what he said, almost as if he doesn’t actually believe it. I can’t help but look at Papa’s face questioningly, as he gazes back at that spot on the floor. A beat of silence passes between us, and before I can question his words, it’s broken by Sam and Michael running down the stairs.

“Those boys are going to tear my house apart.” There’s a grumble in Papa E’s voice as he casts his eyes to my closed door, sending his own hard glare through– like he’s willing those two idiots to stop. Chuckling, I shake my head at his antics, nudging his shoulder.

“Gramps, no matter how hard you glare at the door, and try to send a telepathic command to those buffoons, they’ll never stop… Unless, you know, they break something.” I sigh as I hear Sam’s muffled yell coming from downstairs, and Michael’s panicked voice as the sound of glass reaches our ears, “See.”

“BOYS!” Mom isn’t one to yell– not to me anyway– but when she’s had enough of the bullshit, she’ll let you know, and right now, she’s done with Sam and Mikey, “If you aren’t going to help, go expel all the energy outside.”

Papa E sighs deeply, rubbing his face as he worries about what just broke. Getting up, I walk to my door, glancing out, mom’s already found the dustpan and started cleaning up the broke mug.

“It’s alright Pops, it was one of the mugs I made in ceramics a while back.” Shrugging, I sit back down, smiling at him, “I made it for dad, but I guess it wasn’t something he cared for since it's here.”

“You know, your mother is the only woman I know, that gets the worst deal out of a divorce.” Grandpa looks up at me and laughs at the deadpan look I give him.

“Well, she married a dick, whaddaya expect?... Plus, she’s just so… so…” Sneering at my hands, I try to think of the right word, thankfully grandpa pitches in.

“Nice?”

“Yes! Like that bastard made your life miserable! Be angry, have rage! You’re entitled to it!” I don’t even try to hide my own distaste for mom’s civil approach to everything, “I don’t understand why– or how she’s so calm about all this?! He basically kicked us out of the house, because he isn’t man enough to go work and find his own place to stay.” By now, I’m pacing around my room, throwing my arms around, glaring at an invisible person as I give them a piece of my mind, “Like, dude, you kicked out your OWN KIDS! If I ever see his face again, it’ll be too soon.”

“Seems like you’re picking up the slack on that anger.” Papa E, has an awkward kind of smile, as he watches me with raised brows, “How do the boys feel about this?”

Sighing, I sit back down, picking at the threads of my ripped jeans, “Sammy is only 14 and has this thought that if it doesn’t work out here, we’ll go back to Phoenix, and dad will magically take us back… and Michael… Mike thinks he’s unbothered, cool, and in control of his very fragile 17-year-old life. I think he thinks that if he doesn’t talk about it, it's not going to bother him, but it does– it bugs the hell out of all of us. I can hide it better, but this is Mikey’s own father. How do you just roll with the thought of your own father dumping you and making you fend for yourself?... That piece of shit.”

“Hey.” Grandpa gives me face for my language, to which I apologize for, “... Well, I suppose I can’t be too hard on you… You’ve always been my favorite.”

Laughing, I lightly push his shoulder, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that I helped you with your taxidermy when I was 7, would it?”

“... Maybe…?”

“Oh geez Gramps.” Sharing a chuckle, I recall when mom found the two of us in his ‘secret red room’ and totally flipped because my skin was turning red from the formaldehyde. On top of that, my throat got super irritated, and I was grounded, forbidden, and banned from Gramps’ workshop– by mom, “Remember when mom came in looking for me, and her eyes totally fell on the floor from how red I looked–”

“-- HA! Do I ever– and I said, ‘Lucy, relax, we’re in a red lit room course she’s going to look red’.”

“Oh my god, YES! And she pulled me out into the living room, then grandma came in from the kitchen, wondering what all the fuss was about.”

“... Yup… She wasn’t too happy.” He lightly chuckles at the memory of grandma walking out in a dirty apron and a wooden spoon with cookie dough on it, then the calm expression on her face morphing to extreme panic. She also ‘grounded’ Grandpa, but not before giving him an earful about responsibility and how not to let children play with dangerous chemicals.

He was banned from his red room for the next 4 weeks; so he taught me to ride a horse instead… and that is its own can of worms. Let's just say that mom freaks whenever I’m close to a horse.

“I had so much fun, though, I was so annoyed that they weren��t listening to me.”

“Yeah, well, they were just looking out for you. You can’t blame them for doting on you, you’re the only girl, after all.” Papa E gives me a gentle smile as I all but forget my previous anger.

“That’s true.” A comfortable silence fills the space as we sit side by side, then I hear the faint sounds of the horses neighing, “... Can I go ride a horse?”

“What?!” Grandpa snaps his head to me so quickly, I thought he gave himself whiplash for a second, I can’t stop the snort from the look on his face, “And give your mother another conniption, no, thank you. I plan to live the rest of my days as stress-free as I possibly can.”

“Ah, come on!” I smile widely at him as he gets up, disgruntled, and making his way to my door, “~It’ll be fun~.”

“No.” He points a finger at me sternly, but I still smile at him, mischief dancing in my eyes, “I mean it, Alex. Give your mother a break.”

Losing my smile, I nod my head, picking up my book, “Fine, I’ll just do some more ‘light reading’ then.”

“What about unpacking?”

“I’ll do it later.”

Laying down, I hold up my book, feeling bored and less enthused about the move. I’m not even reading what’s on the page, just aimlessly flipping through, wondering how in the hell am I going to make living here worth it.

I could get a job to help mom out, but Mike said there wasn’t anything legal around. How does Papa E pay the bills? He’s been retired for ages, but he owns a good bit of land, he has to have some way to keep the lights on, and feed not only himself but the horses also… He does have all that weed in the back…

“Maybe there’s a kitchen hiring?... Nah, that’s not happening, I don’t even like washing my own dishes. Damn, this growing up stuff is hard.” I huff out, slamming my book down on my lap. Turning on my side, I stare at my ‘Return of the Jedi’ poster, “What would Yoda do?... Okay, well, I’m not living in the swamp, so that’s out. Can’t join the ‘Living Force’ either… I could do a Princess Leia and kill my pimp, haha! Yeah, that sounds like a great time… Nanook’s my Chewbacca.--”

“--Knock, knock.” Sitting up on my elbows, I’m greeted with my mom’s serene face, peeking in through my doorway, “Hey Pumpkin, I saw your door was open.”

“It seems that everyone forgets to close it once they leave.” I roll my eyes, but motion for her to enter. I don’t miss her ‘subtly’ looking around my room– one Return of the Jedi poster, a stack of boxes in the corner, a few clothes hanging in the closet, a suitcase open and messy, a half filled bookshelf, a pair of boots, flip-flops, and 4 pairs of sneakers thrown about the room, “At least I started… and made my bed. Did the boys even make their beds?”

Mom playfully rolls her eyes at me, sitting on my bed with a bounce, “No they didn’t, but that’s not why I’m here.”

“Then, pray tell, O’ dear mother of mine: Why hast thou entered mine sacred domain?” Mom lets out a small laugh at the way I dramatically lower my voice, answering in a high-pitched one in return.

“I have come to inquire, if thou– O’ Great One, wishes to be in attendance with thine brothers and I for a trip to the boardwalk?”

“Eh, sounds crowded.” Grinning at mom, I give her a light shrug.

“They have games.” She presses.

“Sounds loud.” I deflate slightly, losing my smile.

“Food?” She offers.

“Sounds like a stomach ache.” I grimace.

“... Boys?” She’s grasping at straws.

“Boys you say?” I’m intrigued, “Tell me more.”

“Oh you.” She hits my leg, and I laugh at her growing smile. Shaking her head, she continues, “I’m going to be looking for work, but I figured it would be a good time for you and the boys to go out and have some fun… So, would you like to come with us?”

“... Sure, someone needs to watch those two.”

“Thank you, but I just want you all to have fun, make some friends.”

“Mom… Me? Make friends? I haven’t ‘made’ friends since I was 10 years old. Besides, friends are so overrated.”

“Oh, pooh.” She swings the pillow at me, hitting the top of my head. Smiling, I dramatically fall back on the bed, “Come on, get ready, your majesty.”

“But I am ready.” I look down at my very wrinkled Queen t-shirt.

“Alex. You really what to wear those clothes?” She wrinkles her nose at my day-old clothes, then starts rummaging through my suitcase, “What about this? You’ll look so cute!”

“Mom, I hate pink… Plus, I think that’s yours.” We both tilt our heads to the side, looking at the blouse.

“Oh! This is mine. How’d it end up in your clothes?”

“I dunno.” Getting up, I pull out a cropped black and purple striped bowling shirt, “How ‘bout this, with the acid washed jeans, and… hmm… these paint splattered converse?”

“Very nice… Wait, isn’t that your father’s shirt?”

Chuckling, I look at the cut shirt with pride, “Yeah, but after it met my scissors in an unfortunate accident it became mine.”

“Oh, Alex!” Mom gives me a disapproving stare, before she smiles, “It looks better on you anyway.”

“Duh, everything does.” Tossing the shirt on the bed, I search for my towel, “Thought we’ve been over this before, mom?”

“Silly me, I must’ve forgotten.” Leaning against my door frame, she keeps her smile pointing at my leather jacket, “Remember to bring a jacket, it gets a little chilly here at night.”

“It’s like we never left Arizona.” Mom chortles at my joke, as I press a kiss to her cheek. Making my way to the boys' bathroom, I add, “I’ll be ready in 15.”

………

“So you think mom will be able to find a job in this hellhole?” I spare Michael a glance, waiting for his answer as we work our way through the crowd on the boardwalk. Part of me wishes I just stayed with mom while she did her job hunting, but I know she’d shoo me away to ‘go have fun’ and to ‘be young and happy’.

God bless that woman.

“Dunno, maybe. I hope so.” He tugs his jacket tightly around himself, as we brush past people, who are trying to get a good spot on the beach. He watches our surroundings like a hawk tugging Sam out of the way every now and again as people aimlessly walk around, probably trying to pickpockets as they bump shoulders with everyone, “If not, we need to get jobs.”

“Yeah, we know how much you guys hate working.” Sammy gives us a playful sneer, and I shove him lightly ruffling his hair in the process, “Hey! Watch it, Alex!”

“You’re such a drama queen, Sammy.” I chuckle, rolling my eyes at our younger brother.

“Am not!” Sam tries to punch my arm, but I take a big step forward, making him punch Mike instead. He gives Michael a sheepish look before running ahead of us, tugging on one of my braids in the process.

“Whatever.” I glare at Sam as he sticks his tongue out at me, while I lightly hit Mike’s chest and point to the different stands on the boardwalk, “I’m gonna go check those out.”

“What about the concert?” Sam’s face is full of childlike concern, as he looks a bit disappointed that I’m “ditching” them, “I promise not to tug on your braids again.”

“Yeah, you better, but I’ll be a few minutes, alright?” I look at the growing crowd making its way to the beach, slightly grimacing, “‘Sides, you know how I feel about crowds. If anything, I’ll be up here, and I’ll be able to see you guys just fine.”

“Alright, just be careful. Come find us if anything weird happens.” I smile at Mike’s words with amusement as he looks down at me, face completely serious, “I mean it, Alex.”

“Yeah, remember, we’re living in ‘The Murder Capital of the World’ now.” Sam smirks at me with raised brows as I playfully roll my eyes at him, turning to walk away.

“Alex.” I groan at the ‘mother hen’ tone Mike gives me, making me stop to turn and look at him, unamused.

“Okay mom.” I sass turning on my heel making my way to the stalls.

I take my time perusing the jewelry, clothes racks, and knickknacks spread across the different tables and stalls. One piece of jewelry catches my eye, when I hear someone let out a whimper, looking to my right I see a boy just got his septum pierced and tears threaten to spill from his eyes. Smirking, I walk over to the very open and not up to code piercing stall and watch as the boy admires his new bling.

“That’s a rip-off, you know.” A voice says in my ear, making me move away from the sudden voice with annoyance heavy in my features. I’m met with a grinning boy with hazel eyes, with blonde curly hair, in the most… interesting jacket I’ve ever seen— in fact his whole choice of wardrobe is interesting, definitely bold, that’s for sure.

His grin never leaves, but he ends up putting his gloved thumb in his mouth as he waits for me to say something, giving him another once over I tone down my attitude giving him a nod.

“No, duh. If I wanted an infection, I wouldn’t pay $30 to some guy on the boardwalk; not when I can do that at home for free.” Looking back at the piercing stand, I shake my head in disappointment as three girls get ready to get holes placed in their lobes, “Nah, if I want to get more piercings Imma just go to a tattoo shop.” I let out a light huff, flicking my braids over my shoulder, flashing my various piercings. The boy's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as I send him a smirk. Turning on my heel, I continue to walk around the stalls, smiling at the sound of heavy footfalls chasing after me. Raising a brow, I send a quick glance over my shoulder as the boy crowds into my space once he catches up with me, “Personal space is a new concept for you, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t answer, just smiles widely, moving closer into my space before backing off. His eyes never leave mine during that entire interaction and under normal circumstances I would’ve freaked out, but something about this seems… far from normal, that and I was feeling adventurous. Not really the best feeling to have in the ‘Murder Capital of the World’, but I’m sure it’s fine.

“You’re new here.” It wasn't a question.

“Uh, yeah. How’d you know?” I squint at him, leaning away from him, making him chuckle at the look on my face. By now, the concert is in full swing and the fourth song plays over the speakers, making it more difficult to even hear yourself think, let alone someone else talking.

“Haven’t seen you before.” He shrugs his shoulders, moving closer to me again, causing me to continue to try to have some kind of distance between us. Just because I can’t hear him, doesn’t mean he needs to walk closer, he could just raise his voice.

“And you’ve seen everyone in Santa Carla?” I raise a brow at him as he slowly pushes us to the darker and more secluded parts of the boardwalk. Spinning on my heel, I turn back around, walking to where we just came from.

“Where ya goin’?” He catches up to me quickly, walking behind me. I stop abruptly, making him collide into my back; I have no idea how fast he was walking to catch up to me, but I wasn’t expecting to lose my balance and fall forward from it. Thankfully, he has quick reflexes and grabs my waist, halting my fall, “You alright, girl?”

“Peachy, boy.” My face is stern as I glare up at him, but that damn grin is still on his face– like he just hit the jackpot. Like this I can appreciate his features more; his smooth skin, the chisel of his jaw, the hook of his Romanesque nose, his big doe eyes— that at first glance seem innocent, but upon further inspection show mischief and danger. As the music continues to blast over the speaker, he begins swaying us to the music. He may not be the tallest or strongest looking guy ever, but that doesn’t mean anything; I can feel the strength behind his hands that seem to hold me closer to him, making me feel… the rest of him.

“Maybe I’m imagining that.” Turning to look up at him, my eyes jump from his lips to his eyes; before I look up at him through my dark lashes, “Or maybe not…”

Placing my hands over his gloved ones, I intertwine them, pulling them off of me and walk out of his grasp. He rolls his eyes at me as I flash him a wide smile, walking back to the stalls.

“I need to buy something.” I jog over to the table searching for the piece I saw earlier and let out a triumphant laugh as I pick up a small gold skull charm, “Sweet.”

The boy comes behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder, blinking at the charm with a furrowed brow. I hate to admit it, but he’s getting cuter by the minute, and it’s getting hard to think clearly with all this touchy-feely couple shit.

“You like skulls?” He takes the charm out of my hands, looking at it closely before looking back at me.

“Yeah, I like a lot of things, skulls is just one of them. You don’t know me, so I don’t know why you’re surprised.” Chuckling, I take the charm back, giving it to the vendor who bags it, but not before she shifts her gaze between the boy and me. I give her a questioning glance, but she busies herself with the other things on her table, ignoring us completely, “Weird.”

“So, what’s something a girl like you likes?” His voice pulls back my attention as he reaches a hand out to play with one of my braids. Quickly, I pull my head back and holding his wrist in a tight grip.

“A girl like me?” All friendliness is gone from my demeanor as I give him a warning glare, “Don’t touch my hair… unless you want me touching yours.”

All he does is smirk, and hold his hands up in mock surrender, but something in his eyes tells me he understands not wanting to have a random person touch your hair.

Continuing my perusing, I’m accompanied by my ‘golden noodle haired shadow’ who seems to have a reputation of sorts here, as people move out of our way, with the most apprehensive faces I’ve ever seen.

“So are you gonna keep following me or don’t have someone else you can bother?” I muse, sending the boy a glance over my shoulder. He keeps his eyes on me like a man on a mission, grinning as he does.

“Why? You tryin’ to get rid of me?” His smile grows at the playful eye roll I give him. Shrugging my shoulders, and slowing down my pace, so we walk next to each other, I link my arm with his. I don’t know why I did it, I just did, and he seemed to tense for a moment before relaxing as we walked at a leisurely pace.

“You know, I could get rid of you, but I figure why not get a tour from someone who seems to know this place like the back of their hand? Plus, I get the feeling you know where all the cool jewelry is.” Giving him a grin of my own, he nods his head in excitement, tugging me to all the small shops lining the boardwalk.

By the time we reach the last shop, I have four bags holding my precious treasures; the great majority of the pieces I bought are going to be made into necklaces, bracelets, and/or earrings– it’s a bonding activity my mom started with me when I was 8. It helps relax us and take our minds off of the stress in our lives, unfortunately during my parent's divorce, we haven’t been able to make or mend any pieces for the past 2 years.

My smile is bright and cheery as we make our way to the railing on the boardwalk, overlooking the sea of people headbanging and dancing to a very oiled up man playing a saxophone. I can’t stop the face that I make, taking in the man’s appearance, with wide eyes I glance at the boy who just laughs leaning against the railing.

“I mean, whatever floats his boat, I guess… He’s got the body for it.” Tilting my head, I trail my eyes over the performer's body, admiring the chains adorning his neck and waist, “Just wasn’t expecting the hip thrusts though.”

We share a laugh as I look over the sea of people, to find my brothers. Sucking my teeth, I turn around, scanning the ever-growing crowd. Furrowing my brows, I take a few steps forward until I’m stopped by a hand on my wrist, looking behind me, I raise my brow at the boy.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were tryin’ to ditch me.”

“Who me?” I feign ignorance as the boy squints his eyes at me, chuckling I shake my head at him, “Dude, I can’t ‘ditch’ you when I don’t even know you.”

“Marko.” Not breaking eye contact, he gently tugs me back to him.

“Really?” I scrunch my face, looking him up and down, “You don’t strike me as a ‘Marko’.”

“What do I strike you as?” There are goosebumps on my arms, as he rubs the top of my knuckles with his thumb. He begins leaning his head down towards me, but I pull back, looking up at him with a coy smile.

“I don’t know, but it sure wasn’t Marko.” The sounds of the boardwalk seem to melt into white noise as we simply stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. My eyes track his, and almost like magic I’m being pulled into those hazel pools– Oh man, if my brothers could see me now.

“Oh shit, I need to find them!” Blinking quickly, I take my hand back shaking off the haze I was in, “Well that was weird…”

Marko pouts slightly, but doesn’t make any more moves, much to my disappointment. Sighing, I rock on my heels awkwardly looking around, “Alright, well it’s been real, and it’s been fun, but I gotta go. So… bye…?”

Marko gives me a smirk as he watches me shift around, “So you are tryin’ to ditch me.”

“Well, I’m not, not trying to ditch you.” Scratching the back of my neck, “But I need to find my brothers, which means we then need to find our mom, so unless you want to meet her this is where we part ways, I’m afraid.” My tone is light and teasing as we start walking through the crowd aimlessly.

“If I meet yours, you met mine.” Marko lightly bumps his shoulder with mine, causing me to laugh at the action, “You’ll have more fun too.”

“Oh?” My questioning glance is meet with a proud smile.

“Mhmm, guaranteed F-U-N.” He drapes his arm over my shoulders, laying his chin on top of my head.

“Oooo he can spell!” Placing my hand on my chest in faux shock, I’m given a scoff and light shove.

“Shut up.” Marko rolls his eyes, but is smiling as he looks at everyone but me; it’s like he’s shy, but he doesn’t seem like the type.

“Well, maybe I can meet them next time.” Shrugging my shoulders, I stop walking, looking around the crowd for my brothers; then I spot Sam’s weird coat thing, “He wears the weirdest shit.”

My eyes shift to Marko, as I pause for a moment, “And Sammy isn’t the only one.”

“What’s so funny?” He squints his eyes at me, making me shrug and look away from him. He didn’t seem to like that, and grasps my shoulder, turning me to face him. Putting my hands up, I give him my best poker face.

“Nothin’.” I try to hide my growing smile from Marko by looking back into the crowd again. Sam looks so lost as he spins in circles, possibly looking for Mike. “Look, I gotta go, but maybe I’ll see you around?”

“I’m here every night.” He’s thrown out his line.

“That so?” And I’m the dumb fish swimming to the bait.

“It is. Maybe next time I can show you the sights.” Oh yeah, I’m a dumb fish.

“I thought I already saw the sights?” I trail my eyes over his form slowly and deliberately, when I lock eyes with him, his expression lets me know that he understood my hidden meaning.

I may have taken the bait, but he wasn’t expecting a catch this weighty.

Taking a few choice steps towards me, he stops when his chest touches mine. Tilting his head, he looks down at me with hooded eyes, “You liked ‘the sights’?”

“Oh sure! Why do you think I’ll be back tomorrow night?” I raise my chin up to him, giving him a sly smile, “How many brothers did you say you have?”

“Three.”

“Awesome, hopefully I can see three more sights.” I pause for a moment looking over Marko’s face with concern, “Just out of curiosity, how old are you– like, you are over 18… right?”

“You have no idea.” His words were mumbled, but I heard them clearly as I give him an unsure smile.

“What was that?”

He smirks at my questioning gaze, “I’m 19.”

“Oh sweet!... And your brother’s…?”

He sighs, raising his eyes to glance at the sky, like this was the dumbest line of questioning he’s ever been through, “I’m the youngest, so everyone else is as old as shit.”

“HA! My brothers feel the same about me. Speaking of my brothers, I really need to go find them. Til we meet again, Young Marko.” Grabbing his hand, I kiss the top of his gloved knuckles, giggling at his wide-eyed face, “See ya on the flip side, dude.”

With a skip in my step, I creep up behind Sammy, slamming my hands on his shoulders– scaring the poor kid– smiling gleefully at him.

“Alex!” He places his hand on his chest as he takes a deep breath, “Oh geez, you scared me. I thought you were someone else.”

“My bad, bro. You headed somewhere?” I give him some space before we walk side by side.

“Yeah, I found a comic shop! I figured you’d want to come.”

“Hell yeah, dude. Let’s go– wait, where’s Mikey?” I look around the crowd, trying to find Michael’s jacket.

“He’s following some girl.” Sam rolls his eyes, making his way through the crowd, while I’m stuck in place gapping like a fish. Once his words sink in completely, I run after him.

“What do you mean, ‘he’s following some girl’? Why is he doing that? Did he forget where we moved to?! Why am I related to an idiot?” Sam laughs at my words, giving me a look I’ve seen too many times to count, “I know I’m adopted, damn, you don’t have to keep reminding me.”

Wrapping his arms around, Sam rests his chin on my shoulder, “Adopted or not, you’re still my older, sassy, cool, and annoying sister, and I love you no matter what.”

“Alright, alright, let me go. People are starting to stare.” I glance around the crowd, feeling out of place and self-conscious about Sammy’s display of affection. Just because we were raised together, doesn’t mean everyone else knows that– it wouldn’t be much of a problem if we were the same race, but one look at us, and you know we aren’t ‘brother and sister’. Sure, Sammy and Mike don’t look alike, but both take after their parents… and I take after mine. Growing up was very interesting, but I wouldn’t trade my doofus brothers for the world.

Let’s just say, I add more… color to their lives.

“Let them. I’m hugging my sister, a few stares from random assholes isn’t going to change that.”

And they add color to mine.

I snap my head, staring at him with wide eyes, “Ooooo you cursed. I’m telling mom.”

“What?! You curse all the time!” He lets me go, glowering at me.

“Yeah, but I’m an adult, I can.” Flicking his forehead, I hand him two of my bags, “I won’t tell mom if you carry these two bags.”

“... You’re a slave driver, you know that, Alex?” He grumbles, but takes the bags.

“Consider it penance for my people.” I lightly shove him forward, as he stares at me with his mouth hanging open, “Close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.”

“What’re in these bags, bricks?” Sam opens one of the bags, peering inside with furrowed brows, “Why is it so heavy? It’s just jewelry?”

“It’s not that heavy, Sam. I only got a few pieces.” Rolling my eyes at his whining, I start feeling the weight of my own two bags… and they are kinda weighty. Stopping at a picnic table, we place the bags down looking at the contents, “Okay, so I bought a bunch of little skulls, feather charms, an assortment of beads, a few chains, and patches– wait, patches?”

I pull out three stacks of random patches ranging from hellfire and skulls, to crude innuendos.

“You also got stickers– ooooo, you better not let mom see these.” Sam holds up a sticker with a topless lady sticking her forked tongue out. Snatching the sticker from him, I quickly put it back in the bag. He looks at me, unimpressed, and the way he crosses his arms, makes him look just like mom.

“I didn’t buy these!” Gazing in another bag, I see that it has rings, bracelets, and a few earrings. Saying that I’m feeling confused is an understatement, “I don’t understand, I don’t remember…” I feel Sam’s eyes on me as I try hard to remember if I did actually pay for any of this shit. Then it hits me, “That little bastard.”

“Who?”

“Nothin’, c’mon, I’ll deal with this later.” Gathering my bags, we continue our trek to the comic shop. Once we reach, we smile at each other like the nerdy little idiots we are and go our separate ways– Sam goes right to Superman, and I go to X-Men.

All my attention is placed on finding a new comic to add to my collection, but as I pick up comic after comic, my enthusiasm is slowly fading at the inconsistency of the comic placements. It’s like they were haphazardly placed, or just put down next to the comic that “looked” like it belonged to. Scoffing, I toss the comics back, annoyed that whoever did this, literally had one job, and they couldn’t do it. Turning around, I scan for Sam, wondering if he’s having the same problem I am; with wide eyes, I see that he has a whole different problem.

Two boys, around his height and age, are basically accosting him, as he probably tells them, he isn’t looking for trouble. Gritting my teeth, I make my way over to them, ready to fight these two little bastards if I have to– and seeing this is the ‘Murder Capital of the World’, I just might have to.

“What’s going on here?” Crossing my arms, I stare down the two boys, who jump at the sound of my voice. They move closer to each other, glancing between each other and my brother. The one with brown hair squints his eyes at me, sizing me up, before speaking– in the MOST ridiculous voice– taking a step towards me.

“This is a private conversation, it doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, I think it does.” I hate when I speak like this because I sound like such a mother, but sometimes that’s the only way to make children listen to you– and listen, they did. Both boys blink in mild fear and confusion as Sam sheepishly shrugs his shoulders. And that’s when I catch a glimpse of the comic in Sammy’s hands, “Oh, hell no. No way, no how.”

Holding my hand out, he places the comic down, giving the boys an ‘I told you so’ face, “I told them I don’t do horror comics.”

“And they still pushed this on you?” I’m annoyed– you can hear it clear as day– jutting out my hip, I place the comic down on top of the Superman comics, “Let’s learn a life lesson, shall we boys? When someone says ‘no’, don’t go and pester them, or push them into doing something they don’t want, or like. If you’re not careful, you might wind up in the pokey. Thankfully you two are young and can learn from this mistake,” Stepping forward, I jab them both in the chest, giving them a warning, “Don’t make it again.”

A few seconds of silence go by as the two glance at each other, nodding back at me. Smiling oh so sweetly, I beckon for Sam to follow outside.

“Okay, but I still haven’t gotten a comic I want yet.”

“Ugh, Sam.” Turning around, I tilt my head at him, as he pouts at me. Rolling my eyes, I hang my head, defeated, “Alright, get your effing comic, but be quick about it.”

As I turned away from the trio, I couldn’t help but hear the sounds of harsh whispering that sounded along the lines of ‘who is that’, ‘are you in danger’, and ‘she’s scary’. All of which brought a smile to my face, because let’s face it, when an Afro-Latin American woman tells you off, it’s scary as hell.

They are so lucky I can’t speak Spanish, I would’ve cursed them up and down until the coqui’s came home. Glancing at them from over my shoulder, I see that Sam does seem to be searching for a comic, but those boys are still trying to push the horror comic on him again. Growling, I get ready to tell them off, when I see movement out of the corner of my eye; turning to see what it is, it’s a group of people guffawing loudly, almost like they were intoxicated. Furrowing my brows, I watch as they laugh and sneer at… me, I guess… but they’re also eyeing the comics in the cart next to them.

“Uhm, do you know who works here?” I keep my eyes on the group of people, while speaking to the boys over my shoulder.

“Us. Why?” A part of me wants to keep quiet about what’s about to happen due to the amount of suspicion coming from ‘Baby Rambo’, but swallowing my pride, I point at the group.

“I think they’re–” I jump at the yell that came from the seemingly quiet, dark haired boy.

“--HEY, WAIT!” He takes off at the group with Baby Rambo in tow, “COME BACK, YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THOSE!”

Puffing out my cheeks, I turn to Sam, who’s just as lost as I am. Not knowing what else to do, I point to the exit, “Wanna go home now?”

“Yes, please.” His voice is heavy as he shakes his head at what we just witnessed. I ruffle his hair, making him swat at me again, laughing I put my hands up in surrender, successfully lightning the mood.

“So where do you think Michael is?” My mind is going through a bunch of different scenarios as to what could’ve happened to Michael following a random girl on the boardwalk.

“Not sure, but if we see a girl running for her life, I think that means we found him.” We share a laugh, wiping our imaginary tears. Catching my breath, I pause for a moment, seeing a blur of blonde move through the crowd. Trying to see through the crowd, I lose sight of the blonde hair, frowning, I look back at Sam, but he’s not next to me anymore. Fear lurches in my chest as I look around for my baby brother, but instant relief washes over me when I spot him AND Michael. Breathing out a sigh, I walk over to them, hands in my pockets, “There you are, c’mon let’s go.”

Walking ahead of them, I hear Sammy chuckle, “She stiffed ya man, let’s go.”

At this I freeze, look over my shoulder with a face Sam describes as “The Joker”; basically, my eyes get wide with glee, and my smile is board line insane– according to Sam, but this is the same kid who thinks monsters live in his closet still. I’ll admit, it isn’t the most innocent of smiles, and it can be a bit creepy, but I just hit the ‘blackmail jackpot’! Who wouldn’t have an insane smile on their face, when they find the reason their brother’s being a total creep; I mean, just wait until mom hears about this!

Not moving from my spot, I reign in “The Joker” smile, glancing between Michael and the girl. She’s cute, with big brown doe eyes, even bigger brown curly hair, and she has a sweet kind of smile on her face, almost flirtatious, as she looks Mike up and down; but her smile fades away when she sees me. Raising a brow at her, I give her a smile of my own, sizing her up– unfortunately, the rest of her is blocked by a dude in all black.

Moving my attention to him, I can’t stop but smirk at the white hair he has; he gives me a once over, seemingly annoyed by my presence. At that moment Sam moves to my side, whispering something to me in my ear, but I wasn’t paying attention– he was giggling too much, and White Hair was staring at me hard. I’m not one to back down from a challenge, so I stared back just as fiercely. He shifts his gaze between Sam and I, and I guess something clicked, because the hardness in his eyes softens, and he smiles at me.

My own gaze softens as well, but instead of smiling, I squint at him, because that was a random 180, and nothing good comes from those. The sound of revving engines gets my attention, and I realize that there are more people with this duo. A brooding brunette with a child sitting on the back of his bike, who seems to be yelling at the person next to them, but that person isn’t paying any attention to the small boy; the reason being because they’re staring at me.

I’m greeted with an all too familiar grin, and mischievous hazel eyes; my eyes widen slightly at the sight of Marko, and that’s when I look over the group again. Locking eyes with Marko again, his smile confirms my unspoken thought.

These are his brothers.

He gives me a small nod, switching his gaze between Sam and Michael, I give him a lopsided grin, and a mild head bob, making him chuckle as he turns his gaze to the other blonde next to him– and this guy is… Woooo, I don’t think words can describe him. He has wild blonde hair, a black jacket, black mesh top, THE dirtiest white pants known to man, and seems to be headbanging like there’s no tomorrow.

… Huh, I described him… Sweet.

Shaking my head, I look back at Michael who is still staring at this girl like a love struck fool, and I don’t stop my eye roll. I’m never going to let him live this down– EVER! Looking down at my sneakers, I walk over to stand next to Michael, place my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it harshly. His tenses up, wincing as he finally acknowledges my existence… Well, the look on his face says that he had no idea I was there in the first place, so I give him the same look, only mockingly.

“What? Did you forget about me?” I send little glances to the girl, as she watches us with curious eyes, “That cuts deep, dude.” Michael gives the girl a sheepish, and embarrassed look as he brushes my hand off of him, and being the older sister I am, I’m going to take it a step further, “Wow, you don’t want me to touch you? That’s a first. Guess that means I won’t be sleeping in your room tonight then, huh?”

He snaps his head at me, cheeks turning red, with pleading eyes– to be fair, the last time Michael and I slept in the same room was when I was 10, and we shared a bunk bed, but these guys don’t need to know that.

So with a triumphant smirk, we watch as White Hair, snickers at Michael, and speeds off of the boardwalk with his gang in tow. Poor Michael, stands there, watching with a crestfallen face as the bikes disappear from our sights. Leaning on my hip, I sigh, watching with him for a few seconds before looking up at him.

“You know they aren’t coming back, just because you look so pathetic.”

“Shut up, Alex.” He sneers at me, bringing a smile to my face as Sam and I watch him stomp off. I nudge Sam, wiggling my eyebrows at him, “Watch this.” Sam looks at me expectantly, as I clear my throat, smiling, “~They’ll be back tomorrow night~!”

Mike stops in his tracks, looking at me over his shoulder with untrusting eyes. Sam laughs that the sudden interest Mike has now, and I smile as Mike’s face morphs into hope. He rushes back over to us, tightly holding my arms, he begins to shake me back and forth.

“Wait, they are?! How do you know?! Do you know her?! Did you talk to her?! What’s she–”

“Whoa, WHOA! Slow down, Lover Boy! Let’s just say I have a reliable resource.” I shake Mike off of me, smoothing out my jacket.

“Who?”

I frown at my brothers as they ask the same question almost in sync, “‘Who?’ What’re you guys? Owls?” Shaking my head, I walk ahead of them towards the exit, “Never mind who; c’mon let’s go find mom.”

Finding mom proved to be easier than we originally thought, because she was already waiting for us in the parking lot, as we neared the car, Sam started to tease Mike about how he struck out with Big Brown Doe Eyes. Mike retaliated by flicking Sam’s forehead and getting into the front seat before him. Sam whines about it, until I whisper in his ear.

“Let him have this, we have blackmail on our side.”

Sam’s face looks like it’s about to split in two from his smile, we side into the backseat, and mom looks at us with her sweet smile that crinkles around her eyes when something wonderful happens.

“I see smiles, did you all have fun?” Her voice is way more chipper than it’s been since we arrived in Santa Carla.

“Yeah, something like that.” I glance at the back of Mike’s head, as he glares at us from the rearview mirror. Looking back at mom, I incline my head to her, “But it seems like you’ve had a pretty good night too.”

“Oh! You’ll never believe it!” She gushes as she looks at each of us, we all have a pretty good idea as to why she’s happy, but we wait for her to share. Smiling even more brightly, she confirms our thoughts, “I got a job!”

“Yay! Congrats mom, that’s great.” Leaning over, I give her a hug and kiss her cheek.

“Does this mean we can get a TV now?” We all ignore Sam’s question, as we give mom her spotlight.

“Oh, thank you, sweetie. I wasn’t sure if I’d find a job, but I did.” Her smile is still going strong, and has me wondering if something more happened.

“She’s just really happy about getting a job.”

Pulling out of the parking lot, she turns the spotlight on us at the sound of Sam complaining about my ‘heavy bags crushing his feet’.

“So, Alex, did you have a good time?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” Giving her a light shrug, I hold up my four bags, “I got some jewelry for us to work on, but since you’ll be working I don’t know how much we’ll be able to do…”

“We’ll find time. I promise.” I match her smile as she gazes at me through the mirror; but there’s something bugging me– something about her smile that rubs me the wrong way. It’s so happy, and genuine– it’s one I haven’t seen in about 3 years– I don’t want to ask her if she ‘meet someone’ while job hunting, but the nosy part of me reaaaalllly wants to know.

“... No. Now’s not the time.” I glance at Sam and Mike, knowing that if mom really did find that ‘someone’ they aren’t going to be thrilled– hell! I’m not thrilled… but I should be, it’s just hard. Sighing, I lean against the door frame, watching the city lights blur by; the sound of bike engines has me looking around out of Sam’s window and my own I hunt for the bikers, and I’m not alone, Mike is doing the same thing, which gains mom’s attention.

“What? What’s going on?” She begins to panic a bit, as she looks at the dimly lit road, and then at us.

Mike and I share a look of mile disappointment, but reassuringly smile at her nonetheless, “Nothin’ mom, just need to watch out for bikers is all.”

“Oh, I thought I was about to hit something.” She breathes out a sigh, rolling her eyes the way only a mother can, as we continue home.

My mind is still occupied with mom’s smile and this new job, and sucking on my teeth I lean forward glancing up at her.

“She’s still smiling.” Biting the inside of my cheek, I clear my throat, “So, mom.”

“Hm?”

“This new job– what is it?” I try to keep my voice as light and as innocent as I can, but it’s kinda hard when her smile widens again.

“It’s at a video store–”

“So we are getting a TV?!” Sam leans against me, pushing my face into the back of mom’s seat. Growling, I elbow him in the gut, making him sit back wincing, “OW!”

“Back off!” My voice is low, as I glare it him, making him gulp and scoot away from me.

“-- Well, no, not quite. Televisions cost money, and I only just got my job. But if you want one so badly, you can always save up and buy one.” Mom’s genuine smile shifts into a playful one as she watches Sam’s hopefully continuance morph into one of confusion.

“But… I don’t have any money. I used up the rest of my allowance to get toys for Nanook, and we won’t get any ‘til you give it to us.” Sam is out of sorts as he goes huffs out a sigh, crosses his arms, glaring at the floor. Mom just laughs as she pulls off the highway towards the smaller streets.

“So it’s a video store, sounds fun.” I give mom a smile, bringing her back on topic, and that ‘oh so happy’ smile is back, “Which store?”

“VideoMax.” She’s beaming.

“Uh-huh– met anyone?” Calm down, Alex, again, she could just be excited about the job.

Letting out a chuckle, I shake my head, “I like how I asked ‘which store’ like I know where anything is here. God, I’m an idiot.”

“At least you finally admitted it.” Mike chimes from the front, smiling mockingly at me, to which I respond with a smack to the back of his head, “Wha– HEY!”

“That’s for thinking you were being cute.” I glare at him as mom chides the both of us, “He started it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too.”

“Guys, please! We’re almost home– look, we all just had a nice night out, let’s not ruin it with petty arguments.” Mom looks at the both of us pleadingly, waiting for our answers; rolling our eyes, we give each other stony smiles ‘apologizing’ and looking out our respective windows.

Michael and I haven’t always been like this, but I can’t figure out why he’s turned into a dick around me, but if he doesn’t change his tune, he’s going to get punched in the face. For now, I’m just going to chalk it up to the move making things different and stressful. We still love each other– we both know that, and mom knows it. Unfortunately, she also knows we don’t mean our apologies, but she’s not going to push us since we’ve appeased her. Sighing, she continues to talk about ‘VideoMax’ and her boss, but I tune her out, glancing up at the moon, the cloudy night, and the few stars that can be seen, and the body falling out of the sky–...

Looking back over the ocean, I frantically look for any signs of a body hitting the water, but I never see any. Blinking in confusion, I try to focus on the water again, but I still don’t see anything– it’s too dark, and we’re too far away.

“I need to get a grip, how would a body fall OUT of the sky? There aren’t any planes.” For good measure I look up searching for airplane lights, and there aren’t any. Gulping, I shake the forbidding feeling that moves up my back, settling on my neck. Rubbing my neck, I can’t help but wince at the feeling of hands squeezing my shoulders; shivering, I zip up my jacket, looking up at the sky again, “It was all in your head. Relax, Alex.”

“Yeah, relax.”

It almost feels like someone whispered deep in my ear– which would really be in my head, but it wasn’t my voice, it was foreign, and it sounded like a guy. I glance at Sam, but he’s in his own little corner of the car, probably still thinking about his TV problem, while Mike is leaning his back on the seat, eyes closed.

“Alright, so… it wasn’t either of them.” Looking in the trunk with fear and timid movements, I’m greeted with an empty, dark trunk, “... I’m losing my mind. Awesome.”

I wasn’t able to dwell on my questionable grip on sanity, because mom has already pulled into her parking spot, turns off the car, turning to look at us with that smile again. Not sure if I should feel grateful or not for the car coming to a stop, as we take that as the queue to get out and head inside; I’m the last one out, since no one wanted to help me with my damn bags.

Huffing, I pick up a few pieces that slipped out of one of the bags under the driver's seat. Reaching under mom’s seat, I pull out the last skull charm, placing it in my jacket pocket as I flip my braids out of my face, “I’m gonna beat up that little imp, next time I see him.”

I’m not so annoyed with the fact that he snagged a few things, as I am that he put them IN MY BAGS, and didn’t say anything. If he got caught, we both would’ve gotten in trouble, and I’m not trying to make my mark in Santa Carla a bad one… at least not yet.

Slamming the door closed, I start my little trek to the house, taking a moment to look up at the sky again. Smiling, I close my eyes as a breeze blows by…

“See~...Ya~.... Alex~.”

Opening my eyes quickly, I look around the fairly well lit walkway, but with a frantic expression that would have my brothers in stitches. My heart is pounding in my ears, as I press my lips in a thin, tight line, slightly sucking them in, trying to hold back any potential scream from coming out prematurely.

Not gonna lie, the voice almost sounded like Marko, but there’s no way.

Is there?

Not seeing, or hearing anything, I open my mouth ready to ask the age-old question that gets people killed in every horror movie…

“Nope, not today.” Booking it to the front door, I swing open the door, making Papa E look at me with a scrutinizing gaze. Closing the front door, and locking it, I give him a wide awkward smile as I make my way to my room.

“You alright there, kiddo?”

“Oh, yeah! Totally not hearing things in the wind or anything.” I giggle out nervously as Papa E stares at me for a few seconds with the same expression– it almost seems like he’s trying to figure me out, but then he just blinks, gives me a nod, and takes a swig from his root beer, making his way to his Red Room. I look at him confused, “Uh, okay… Good– good night?”

Shaking my head, I head to my room, tossing the bags on top of my suitcase, laying down with a heavy sigh. Taking out the skull charm, I stare into its black eyes, thinking back on the events of the night. Tonight was definitely one for the books, I did things I wouldn’t have normally done back in Phoenix. Maybe this move was exactly what we all needed, who knows what lies ahead? This is our fresh start, a new chapter in our lives where we don’t have to worry about so asshole making our lives miserable anymore. We have a chance at something great, something wonderful.

“Marko, huh?” Grinning widely, I toss the charm in my suitcase, and get ready for bed.

While I brush my teeth, I pick up my book rereading what I skipped over– which wasn’t much, “Cha’ter 3, ‘Sh-ing, O Muse o’ Hermes, t’e Sh-on of Zeus,’ blah blah blah…” Spitting out the toothpaste, I rinse quickly, making my way back to my room, reading on the way, “‘... Cronion wooed the fair-haired damsel without the ken of the deathless gods or mortal men. Now when the purpose of mighty Zeus was fulfilling…’ Zeus really doesn’t know how to keep it in his tunic.” Making my way to my room downstairs, I slip under the covers, opening my book again, “‘... In that hour she gave birth to a son, subtle of wit and wile, a robber,’ this sounds vaguely familiar, ‘a reiver of cattle, a captain of thieves, a prowler of the night, a pilferer at gates, who was ere long to make known fine doings among the immortal gods.’” Closing my book, I stare at my comforter with a deep crease in my brow, “Is… Is the universe telling me Marko is Hermes?”

Shifting my eyes around my room, I seemingly wait for someone to just pop up and give me the answer, but of course that isn’t going to happen. Of course, Marko isn’t the god Hermes, even if he does seem to be an almost perfect replica of the god.

“Even if he does have similarities to Hermes, he isn’t him at all.” Scoffing at myself, I place my book on my nightstand, turning off my lamp, “‘Sides, it’s not like he can fly.”

Laughing to myself, I close my eyes, falling into a deep and calming sleep.

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charlizekkelly · 2 years

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"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐚."

"𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟? 𝐎𝐡 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤."

{poly!lost boys x oc}

rating: explicit summary: after the messy divorce between her parents, Amara and her father move to the coastal town of Santa Carla--the perfect place for a fresh start amongst the blinding lights of the boardwalk. But, what happens when Amara is sucked into the mysterious and equally thrilling world of bikers, vampires and vampire hunters? warnings: drug use, blood/alcohol, violence, swearing, non-consensual & consensual blood-drinking, polyamory, SMUT, angst, deception, death, blood & gore, vampirism, semi-innocent oc, uncomfortable situations, fem pronouns & genitalia, liberal use of the nickname sweetheart, angel, chika and little dove.

authors note; surprise! I have a fic that I've been hiding from you (it's on wattpad but I thought I'd share the love). enjoy my lovelies, but if you steal my work...I'll hunt you down myself <3

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homeforimagine · 8 months

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Hey lovely’s just wanted everyone to see the close up of the cover art for “The Lost Boys” Ai and if you haven’t checked it out… gurl what are you doing.. you better get on it.🤣

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luminnara · 5 months

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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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CH16 | CH 17 | CH 18

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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.

#the lost boys #goddamn shit sucking vampires #the lost boys x oc #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #poly lost boys

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doting-dov3 · 1 month

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Can anyone give me fic recs for tlb? Something lengthy and well written (preferably with poly!lost boys)?

It can be ‘x reader’ or ‘x oc’, I really don’t mind. I’m just desperate to binge read about comfort characters and I feel like I’ve read everything for them already :( It can be on any platform, just as long as it’s well written and long! Or anything really, I’ll take what I can get at this point lol

#tlb 1987 #marko tlb #paul tlb #david tlb #dwayne tlb #michael tlb #star tlb #x oc #fic recs #please #x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #poly!lost boys #multiple part series #oneshot

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year

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Hi there luv! would it be ok to ask if you are thinking about making second part to Teen reader gets a aggressive bad boy boyfriend? Love it so much and oh boy do i need to know what happens next. Sending about 648,215,147 kisses

Aww thank you I hope you like this! :) <3

Teen reader with aggressive bad boy boyfriend part two :)

“Have a nice walk?”

David’s voice echoed through the opening of the cave and startled you as he sat on top of the more flat rocks smoking his usual brand of cigarettes

Shit. He wasn’t meant to be back yet

You had James walk you back to your grandfathers house and left him with a kiss before watching him leave until he had walked down the block and around the corner, you then rushed to change back into your original outfit at the side of the house before rushing back to the cave in hopes that no one was in.

You were clearly wrong, and now you were gonna pay the price.

“What do you want David?” You said with false confidence but David could hear your heart thumping in your chest at the thought of being caught.

“Can’t a dad check up on his kid?” He said with a half smirk in an attempt to intimidate.

“You’ve never felt the need before” you mumbled out before you could think

“Well before my kid wasn’t lying to their babysitter and sneaking out” David said, now seething at your attitude.

You froze in your spot as fear filled you and ran down your spine. You were done for, he was gonna kill you.

“She’s not a babysitter, she’s my mother” you spat out in an attempt to bring up an old argument to distract him “she’s looked after me much more than you’ve even attempted”

“That’s funny” David obnoxiously laughed “here I thought your mother was dead”

He knew that would hit you where it hurt after your comment, but the look of anguish that appeared in your eyes made him quickly regret his actions, not that he’d show it. He wanted to win this argument.

“Whatever David” you said as you quickly tried to leave in an attempt to cover up the hurt he actually caused you.

“I didn’t think he’d be your type y’know” he exclaimed as he leaned back on the flattened stone

You looked at him confused.

“What are you taking about?” You questioned

“Your boyfriend” he said casually “I didn’t think punk would be your type, y’know considering you avoid me and your dads like the plague, always thought you’d go for the opposite of us. Like a real choir boy type, guess we fucked you up more than we thought”

You stood in one spot as you tried to process the danger that James was now in, and how you were gonna get him out of it.

“You didn’t think it would actually work out did you?” David questioned

You said nothing and looked down at your shoes

“Oh my god, you actually did!” He laughed loudly as you kept your head down in embarrassment

“Fucking hell (y/n)” he continued “and what did you think would happen when we turn you? You’d see him behind our backs until he died of old age and hope he wouldn’t question why you weren’t getting any older?”

You clenched your fist tightly in an attempt to calm down your emotions.

“Unless…” David faked hesitation “you were gonna run away and live happily ever after with your knight in shining leather”

David was joking, but after seeing the way you averted your eyes and clenched your fist tighter, he knew he was right.

“You were gonna leave us?” He seethed before calmly himself “your not gonna see him again, we’ve let you become spoiled by giving you too much freedom. From now on your not going to the boardwalk with us and you won’t be visiting max anymore.”

Your head shot up as you felt rage build up inside of you at the thought of not being able to leave the cave to see max or James.

“Fuck you” you hissed at David before stomping inside the cave.

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You stomped into the cave with tears balancing on your waterline.

You saw the boys spread around the cave with anxious looks on their faces, you assumed they heard the entire conversation between you and David. Marko jumped up to try and comfort you.

“Aww baby are you okay?” He said as he took your face into his hands “I know it’s hard, but we only want what’s best for you”

“Don’t fucking touch me” you said, disgusted at his words and actions, what’s best for you? Yeah right

“Don’t talk to him like that” David commanded as he stood in front of you, blocking marko’s hurt expression.

“What are you gonna do about it? Huh? Gonna choke me again David?” You mocked, you knew you were treading on thin ice but you didn’t care anymore

“(Y/n), baby maybe we should go to your room to cool down” Dwayne tried to intervene, but it was too late for that. You were out for blood.

“Not now dad, this is between me and David” you put your hand up in an attempt to make him stop before you said something to him that you would regret.

“Dwayne’s right you need to calm down” Paul interjected “we all think you shouldn’t be dating that boy anyway, it’s creepy”

You swerved your head over to Paul and glared into his eyes.

“Creepy?” You questioned with disbelief “what’s creepy is the fact you fuck and kill people who are a year older than your kid”

The room fell silent at your revealed secret, sure the boys had an open thing going on, but with rules. Two of them being that you were to never find out and that they had to be at least 21+ not 18.

“That’s enough kid” Paul broke the silence “we’re talking about you here, and your relationship with that fucking ticking time bomb”

“At least that that ticking time bomb is here for me and not off partying and forget about me” you shouted at Paul for his hypocrisy

“Hey you do not disrespect us like that!” David yelled back “your not seeing that boy again and that’s final”

“What’s stopping me huh?” You smirked at him in anger “what can you do? I’ll leave you if you even think about hitting me and I’ll go somewhere you’ll never find me”

“When did you become such a cocky bitch?” David laughed out in anger as the others stood in shock at his words.

“When did you become an abusive cunt?” You replied back with the same attitude.

The room stopped, tension filled it as fast as smoke. Everyone felt themselves recoil at the thought of what David was gonna say next.

“Let me put this in a way that’ll get into your thick skull” David furiously exclaimed while harshly pressing his pointer finger into your temple “you leave this cave, you see that boy or you even think about running away with him, we will kill him. And so help me god (y/n) I will force you to drink every drop of his useless blood even if your human”

His threat hung in the air as they saw you back away from your position of eye to with David to looking at the ground, terrified at what he might do.

“Do you understand?” David said

You didn’t say anything, speechless and worried for James’s safety

“I said do. You. Understand. (Y/n)?” David yelled in your face as you flinched at his proximity.

“Yes David” you replied meekly, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs

“Good” David composed himself “now get your ass to bed and be grateful I’m not forcing you to stay in the bed with us, clearly we’ll have to monitor your behaviour since you decided to be a disruption.

You ran to your bedroom with the tears now falling down your cheeks while you let out sobs into your hands out of fear.

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James wandered the boardwalk for hours while he waited you. He looked everywhere for you but you just seemed to vanish.

At first he brushed it off as maybe you forgot or maybe an emergency had come up, you were fine.

But after the fifth time he began to panic. What if you were hurt? What if you were kidnapped? What if you were dead? He couldn’t handle it

Than a horrible thought entered his head. What if you didn’t love him anymore? That couldn’t be it, no, no way. You were his baby, his sweetheart, his cherry pie, you were his

No maybe you were just mad at him, that had to be it. You couldn’t just not love him anymore, he wouldn’t be able to go on without your smile, you are meant for him, he needed you.

He decided it was time to go to your house, which was actually your grandpa’s house, he had to see you to apologise for whatever he did and win his baby back

He pounded on your door for ten minutes straight, for the door to reveal max instead of you.

“And who might you be to assume you can disturb me with your aggressive knocking?” Max questioned with an annoyed tone.

“Look I’m just here to see my girlfriend okay dude” James said, already annoyed with the lack of seeing you “just get (y/n) to the door…. Please”

“Girlfriend huh? First I’m hearing of it” max huffed out at the new knowledge “and how long has it been since you’ve seen my granddaughter?”

“Five weeks man, now can you call (y/n) down here” James was getting irritated at the interrogation

Max let out a deep sigh as he realised the situation at hand

“I think you better come inside young man, I’ll explain a few things to you”

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𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖚𝖊, 𝕴 𝕾𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖗! (It's True, I Swear!)

Fem!Reader x Poly!Lost Boys

Okay, so I’m not great at doing these, but I want to start. This is mostly Paul and y/n, but there’s some Dwayne and a little Marko. David is mentioned also, but yeah.

Also, I tried to not put any descriptors referring to the reader besides the pet names.

And if you can let me know what you think, that would be appreciated.

TW: A tiny bit of swearing, but not much else.

I was just sitting on the railing, mindlessly playing with Dwayne’s hair (who was standing between my legs with his back to me) and talking with Paul, who was also sitting on the railing with me, about how he “met and hung out with” Nikki Sixx from Motley Crüe. “ I don’t believe you, Paul. Sorry. But I just don’t.” I tell him with a laugh. “ITS TRUE!!” He practically yelled. “Why don’t you believe me sugar? I SWEAR I’m telling the truth.” He says with a pout. I just shake my head and laugh. “I don’t believe you because you’re always telling me all these elaborate, fantastical stories that, later on, I find out aren’t even true.” I tell Paul as he continues to give me the biggest pout. “But this time it’s true y/n.” He insists. I give him a huff and and roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask someone more reliable if it’s true. BUT if it’s not, then you owe me the biggest apology for lying.” I tell him. I wrap my arms around Dwayne and lower my head, pecking him on the cheek before resting my cheek against his. “Dwayne. Sweetheart. My most reliable source.” I start, making Dwayne let out a low chuckle. “Did paul really meet and hangout with Nikki Sixx?” I ask him. He turned to face me and smirked. “He did. He’s not lying this time, prince/ess.” Dwayne said, watching a shocked expression grow on my face. I turned to look at Paul and before I could even get a syllable out, I was cut off. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!!” Paul screamed, pointing at me, causing Marko, Dwayne and even David to laugh. Paul had the biggest Shit eating grin on his face. He crossed his arms and just stared at me, obviously waiting for my apology. “Okay. Sorry I doubted you Paul. Guess you weren’t full of shit this time. ” I said, raising my arms up in surrender. “You should have a little more faith in me babe.” He said all smug. I just snorted and returned my hands to Dwayne’s hair. “Paul, it being true ONE time doesn’t inspire too much faith.” I say playfully. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at me. “I’m still right though.” He quietly muttered. “Aww. Come here babygirl. I’m sorry.” I say to him as I reach my hand out to him. He looked at my hand and wiggling fingers, then at me. After a minute, he gave in and slid closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head against him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine. “I have faith in you Pauly.” I tell him, causing him to smile.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I met and trashed a whole hotel with Ozzy Osbourne?” Paul asked. “PAUL YOU LYING SHIT!!” Marko yelled.

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Red || Poly!Lostboys

Poly!Lostboys x GN!Reader (with hair at least up to their shoulders)

Summary: Reader dyes their hair red and the boys love it

Warning: pure fluff

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A/N: totally not writing this cause I recently re-dyed my hair red (I hate being ginger but school needs it to be natural).

Box dying my hair crimson red was an impulse decision. I was just out shopping with my friends and had the sudden impulse to dye my hair. I had no idea what the boys were going to think or how I’m going to look.

The sun was about to set so I stopped staring at my reflection in the mirror and assured myself my hair looks fine. I put on Dwayne’s my leather jacket and made my way to their caves.

“Your here!” I heard the voice of Marko yell from wherever he heard my footsteps.

“Hey baby. We gonna go out, wanna co- your hair!” Paul cut himself off when he saw me.

“Wow,” Dwayne remarked when he went to find out what Paul was on about.

“Loving the hair,” David commented as he appeared from behind me.

“You like?” I blushed.

“Yeah! Your looking sexy,” Marko winked. Dwayne nudged him with a disappointed look. “I MEAN! You always look sexy but like severely sexy now.”

Paul put an arm around my shoulders and played with my hair, “I love it.”

“So you wanna go cause a fight, Red?” David asked as he reached out a hand for me to take.

“Of course!” I giggled as I took it.

“Wait is that my jacket?” Dwayne questioned crossing his arms.

“Run!” Marko chuckled as he took my other hand and ran with Dwayne playfully running after us.

#the lost boys #poly lost boys x oc #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys #lost boys #lost boys marko #lost boys dwayne #lost boys david #lost boys paul #marko lost boys #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #david lost boys

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👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨Kiss and make-up 2✂️

Summary: After Marko's discovery, Spunky and Red haven't argued (yet) and after a bad catfight between Spunky and Big Sis, he thinks it's time to tell the others of his discovery.

David Pushed Big Sis against the wall, kissing her down her neck, leaving bites as he went along. Dwayne made his way over, David moving to cage her in between them both.

David kissed and sucked while Dwayne fondled and rubbed the most sensitive parts of their wife. "where are my other husbands?" Big Sis joked, "Don't worry darling, you'll see them very soon." Dwayne reassured, Big Sis hummed, finally. A night with just her and her husbands. They continued this lustful dance until they stumble into the main nest for the boys.

But all of a sudden, Big Sis heard an annoying, grading, voice.

"stoaaaAAAHA!-" Little Sis giggled as Marko and Paul kissed, nipped, and licked her skin. Her hair fell in soft curls over her shoulder, her braids were taken out her fluffy scrunchies around Paul and Marko's wrists, "Aww come on sweet cheeks, we're hungry~" Paul teased as he bit down on her toned arm making her squeal in delight.

In a split moment, Little and Big Sis's eyes met.

"what is SHE doing here?"

"Why is she here?!"

They both asked, (spunky Whined)

"Well, we know you've been fighting and budding heads a lot more than usual lately." David started, "And After Marko, kindly explained to us his Amazing discovery." Dwayne continued, "We thought it'd be a good idea to have you... Kiss and make up?"

A long pause before both woman were loudly complaining.

"ENOUGH! Either you girls can play nice and do as we say or we can do this the hard way understand?" Both women looked at each other then at David then back to each other.

"Fine."

It didn't take long to get the girls to play nice, Under the boys influence and the warm fuzzy feeling within them to chase their pleasure.

Spunky had her head buried between Big Sis's thighs, her tongue lapping up her slit before sucking at her clit, moving back to push her tongue into the wet silky walls before repeating. Spunky's nose and chin were covered in sweet shiny nectar. Her hips pushed down into the soft pillow below her.

Big Sis bit her plump lips, she didn't want to give the satisfaction of her noises to tell Spunky she was enjoying it. But Fuck did Spunk' know what she was doing. When did she learn this? Was she always good at this?

The warm fuzzy feeling in her abdomen was so close, but Big Sis groaned when Marko grabbed on of Spunkys Braids and tugged her away from Big Sis's slick pussy.

"up." was all he said, Spunky followed his command.

Marko, being the one to discover this was of making their girls behave got the privilege to control the scene as the boys observed.

Spunky lifted herself, one leg in front of her and the other behind to keep her balanced. Her slit pushed against Big Sis's. Spunky started slow, slow, and controlled movements of her hips as her clit nudged Big Sis's, Spunky found herself looking into Big Sis's Eyes. Spunky found herself enjoying how she looked. She didn't look at Spunky with a look of Hate and disdain. But she looked at Spunky with a look of longing, Spunky knew the look wasn't directly towards her and more of what she could give her. But Spunky found the look enjoyable anyway.

Marko gave her a light tap, Spunky moved her hips faster. Both beauties cried out in want and pleasure. The Shlick sound of their slits pressed together moving to create the perfect pleasure between them.

The sound of their breathy voices and the slick and sloppy sounds of their pussies, along with the faint sounds of Markos' words of encouragement could barely be heard by the two, so focused on chasing the sweet release.

Spunky felt herself slipping and in an attempt to still get the last laugh tried to push Big Sis closer, letting her body fall and matching her soft lips to Big Sis's breast.

The feeling of Spunkys Clit hitting hers and Spunkys tongue and hand teasing her nipples sent her seeing white. Both she and Spunky groaned as they came on each other.

Both bodies lay against each other, Spunky snuggling herself closer to come down from her high.

Big Sis looked down at the little gremlin, She was kind of cute this way. Face not contorted in her normal little snarl, eyes soft and doe like, no quick or snappy attitude, just a soft calm face. Big sis felt her eyes flutter, slowly closing.

"oh giirlss~ don't fall asleep on us now. It's our turn."

@ghoulgeousimmaculate and here is the Thirst blurb of Spunky and Sis kissing and Making up.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #lost boys imagine #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader #the lost boys marko #the lost boys imagines #Lost boys x oc #big sis x little sis #Little sis spunky #look at the little gremlin

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phantomenby · 2 years

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"Ah," Max mused, a corrupt grin dragging along his face, "you want the middle child."

David huffed, a permanent scowl marring his soft boyish features, "and you want the mother."

His sire hummed in affirmation. "Perhaps a deal?"

"A deal? Things are never fair when it comes to you Max," the older immortal flashed his teeth warningly, irritated at his childes disrespect towards him, "what do you want?"

Right to the chase.

Even sat down Max still towered above all else, the looming chair he sat in like a king in his thrown shadowed the room.

"Help me get Lucy, and you can have who you desire, no tricks-"

"Even humans do not appreciate such things like this, if they find out they'll-"

"They won't find out," Max was certain of it, his claws were embedded deeper into this town than the roots of its oldest tree, the winds changed with him and the town warped around his will, "do we have a deal."

David moved away from the wall, walking slowly towards the figure across from him, eyeing the outstretched hand warily.

He had no other choice, he wanted you, they wanted you, And they would have you, no matter what, with or without Max- something he was sure his sire knew.

"Deal."

#shitlings #tlb x reader #tlb x oc #david tlb #the lost boys fic #marko the lost boys #the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys imagines #tlb #marko tlb #poly lost boys x reader

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charlizekkelly · 2 years

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bikes & blood; chapter XIII.

{poly! lost boys x oc}

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word count: 2982 rating: explicit chapter warnings: murderous vampires, death, blood, slight gore, dark chase scene, non-consensual biting & blood drinking. bikes & blood masterlist

tag list: @henhouse-horrors @phantomenby

"𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲?" 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐲-𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭. "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫."

Fear shot through Amara as David's yellowed eyes held her gaze, the predatory incline to his head embedding that fear further into her bloodstream. Amara hesitated, sparing the carnage around the bonfire a glance before she turned her head back towards David. She knew in that moment, when her eyes met David's, what the glint to those golden-yellow irises meant.

It was as that realisation registered within Amara's head that she turned and ran. A chilling yellow stare burnt into the flesh of her retreating back; a grin etched across David's face as the pounding of her fear-riddled heart filled his ears. Amara tried to calm her erratic heart, scolding herself when a stick snapped rather harshly beneath her boots, and despite the foolishness of running from the creatures beside the bonfire, she ran through the moonlit forest as fast as her feet would carry her.

Moonlight cast dark shadows across the forest floor, the stars above watching on as the bay-haired girl fled from the beach party massacre. The gentle beams of moonlight provided little light for the girl who ran from the monsters of the night; who ran for her life. Leaves crunched beneath Amara's boots, in tune with the erratic beating of her heart. And despite the foolish urge to look back over her shoulder, she forced herself to not look back, knowing that once she did, she'd be ridding herself of the tiny shred of hope that blossomed in her chest.

As Amara heeded the faint warning that had crept into David's voice, running like the startled little dove that David had mockingly called her. She ducked beneath branches, hissing with pain as low-hanging branches smacked against the bare skin of Amara's arms, scratching the sun-kissed flesh of her arms with no remorse for the terror that gripped the girl's heart in a vice-like hold. And, through the never-ending well of terror, Amara grasped a hold of the hope that grew within her chest—clutching onto it for dear life as she jumped over a fallen branch.

David's yellow irises seemed to glow in the flickering light from the bonfire as he set his attention on the three men that continued to glance in the forest's direction. He arched his eyebrows at the trio, the sharpened features that appeared both rutted and smooth emphasised by that gesture alone. A dark and equally enthralling chuckle spilled from the platinum blonde's mouth as he turned away from his companions and went after the brown-eyed girl—the addictive thrill of the hunt latching onto the intimidating blonde.

"Amara."

Amara stumbled as David's voice rang out across the forest like an enthralling whisper, taunting and yet filled with something else entirely. She paused, sucking in deep breaths of oxygen as she turned in a slow circle beneath the leave obscured sky. Fawn-brown eyes searched for the owner of the voice in the shadows. Equal parts hoping to find the owner and praying that it was merely her mind playing tricks on her.

"Amara."

Amara's heart leapt in her chest, echoing in her ears like a drum as she ran—fear flooding her bloodstream as David's voice ghosted across the night, drawing out the syllables of her name in a lazy drawl. Exhaustion begged her to stop running, but the terror that gripped her heart like a vice pushed her legs to continue moving; bell-like warnings deafening within her mind. Amara realised with jarring clarity that David was merely playing with her—herding her like a sheepdog herds sheep to the slaughterhouse.

And something within Amara knew David revelled in the terror and inner turmoil that he evoked.

"Amara."

Panic seized Amara as she ran, her pace hurried and fear-driven. A sob begged to tear from the back of her throat, hysteria creeping in as Amara stumbled over countless roots that broke through the ground, trees passing by in a fear-induced haze. Defeat reared its head, whispering honeyed words of solace that urged her to stop running from the golden-eyed beasts that lurked in the shadows of the night. A sharp snap echoed in Amara's ears as she spun around in search of the source; the snap resonating within her ears as she turned and smacked into a hard chest.

Amara stumbled back with a terrified scream that echoed across the moonlit forest. The dim light of the moon illuminated the planes of David's face, who grasped Amara's forearm with his gloved hand. Dread seared through Amara as she struggled in the blue-eyed biker's grasp, heart racing within her chest despite the familiar face that peered down at her.

With a huff of annoyance, David grabbed Amara's hands that shoved at his chest, pinning them behind her back with one gloved hand. Amara's heart continued to race, pulse pounding in her ears as David's chest pressed into her back, the air catching in the back of her throat when David's free hand wrapped around her neck—successfully crushing Amara's futile hopes of escape.

Amara stilled as the cool leather of David's gloved hand tightened with a silent warning, loosening the moment Dwayne, Paul and Marko appeared in front of them. Marko gnawed at the skin of his thumb, shifting from one foot to another as he came closer to the entrapped brunette. Paul followed closely behind the sandy-haired biker; blue eyes locked on Amara. Dwayne, however, didn't move. Those deep, umber-brown eyes focused solely on David from over Amara's shoulder.

"David." Dwayne tried, a somewhat exasperated sigh leaving his lips when the platinum-blonde raised his eyebrows in a manner that told the ebony-haired biker that he was listening.

"Dwayne." David drawled in the same manner that Dwayne had spoken in.

Dwayne eyed Amara, her fawn-brown eyes darting in almost every direction as the beating of her heart filled their ears with the rise and fall of her chest. And as Amara stared back at him, she hoped with everything in her that David would lose interest and let her go, an amused chuckle spilling from David's lips as he lowered his head so that his breath fanned across her throat.

"Aw, little dove. You would've never escaped." David cooed tauntingly.

Amara's eyes widened, her gaze coming to rest upon the two blondes that her subconsciousness found comfort in. David angled his head as he peered down at Amara, noticing the sudden shift of the brunette's attention as though she had gestured towards Paul and Marko with her hand. And still, Amara paid him no attention, forcing herself to pretend that he wasn't there. Mustering up her courage—though misplaced and unthought out—she threw her head back into David's face. A resounding smack echoed across the night, the back of Amara's head colliding with David's face harshly.

The hold David had on Amara wavered long enough for her to pull her hands from his grasp and shove him away. A dull ache to the back of her head throbbed uncomfortably as Amara spun on the heel of her foot, turning around so that her back was to Dwayne, Paul and Marko—eyes locked on the ivory-skinned biker before her; the prominent form of danger that sent her survival instincts reeling. The trio shared a look as though weighing up whether or not they should intervene, watching with keen eyes, as David didn't so much as flinch at the blow. Adrenaline pumped through Amara's veins, heart-thumping within her chest, her mind running rampage as she tried in vain to escape.

She took several steps back and away from David, colliding with Paul in her haste to create some distance between herself and the platinum-blonde who hadn't yet moved, jolting forwards as though Paul had electrocuted her when her back collided with his chest.

"Take it easy, chika." Paul chided playfully, a crooked grin across his face as he looked down at Amara.

Amara peered up at him in wonder, bewildered by how he acted like he hadn't just slaughtered a bunch of people. An odd sense of calm washed over Amara as she blinked up at the dirty blonde with the crooked smile; his term of endearment echoing within her mind, soothing her soul in some twisted way.

"Paul," David spoke lowly, a warning tone to his voice as Paul watched Amara tense before him.

Amara didn't have time to react as David strode forward and grasped her throat within his gloved hand, turning her body so that her back pressed against his chest in one fluid motion. His frigid gaze locked upon Amara as his contemptuous chuckle filled her ears, the hair on the nape of her neck rising with terror. Amara looked everywhere but at David as he angled her head back with one gloved hand, an amused glint to his eyes when Amara refused to meet his gaze.

"Cute," David uttered, an amused smile playing at the edges of his lips. "But you'll have to try harder than that if you want to survive."

Dwayne, Paul and Marko shared an anxious look. The trio knew David had become so enthralled by the hunt that his previous verdict would fall on deaf ears. The snowy-blonde focused only on the task at hand, his blue eyes swirling with a million different ways to make this worse for Amara. Paul and Marko looked to Dwayne, the silent observer of the group and their last hope for clarity within their churning minds, questioning the Wendat man with their eyes. Dwayne shook his head, warning the two that intervening would only do more damage than good.

Amara squirmed within David's grasp, frantically trying to escape from his hold as her eyes met Dwayne's; a silent warning etched deeply into his irises. A warning she neglected to acknowledge. "Tell me, David. Am I right to assume that sunlight isn't your friend?"

The trio froze as those words tumbled from Amara's lips, waiting with baited breaths of air for David's response as the platinum-blonde's eyes flashed with ungodly intent. "You're quite brave for someone whose life rests within my hands," David stated, emphasising his words with a firm squeeze to her bared throat.

Amara chortled mockingly, the grip upon her throat tightening as David bristled with poorly restrained annoyance. "Are you God now?"

"Even God steers clear of Santa Carla, little dove."

"He steers clear of Santa Carla for one reason, David."

His icy-blue eyes peered down at Amara; brow quirked with amusement as he kept her head angled up in a way that allowed her to look directly into his eyes. "And what, pray tell, is that reason?"

Dwayne, Paul and Marko held their breath as they waited for Amara's response. The trio noticed how Amara's eyes brimmed with an unwavering glint of courage. And, for the first time since the trio met Amara, they couldn't predict what her next move would be. They watched as Amara seemed to square her shoulders, lips curling into a taunting and yet confident smile as she breathed out her response.

"You are the reason. God turns his back on Santa Carla because of the monsters that roam the boardwalk. Monsters that slaughter innocents at bonfires on the beach."

David's face hardened into a stony mask of nonchalance, the hand that held Amara's throat tightening as his gloved fingertips dug into the sides of her throat. A grimace distorted Amara's face as she tried to pry herself from David's bruising hold. A malice filled chuckle that bordered on amusement echoed within Amara's ears; fawn-brown eyes locked upon the platinum-blondes.

"Monsters?" David questioned, rolling the word on his tongue as though it was something foreign to him.

"Anyone with eyes can tell that you enjoyed murdering that girl while she begged you to spare her." Amara scoffed with disgust, squirming within David's hold as though it'd ease the uncomfortable press of his fingertips on her throat. "You're a monster."

David's laugh rang out across the moonlit forest as he leant closer to Amara; the sound void of any emotion. "Monster, you say?" David leant closer, eyes downcast, and focused on his hand as he moved, brushing the bay-brown curls away from Amara's throat. "I'll show you a monster."

Amara's heart jolted in her chest, hammering against her ribcage as she shoved at the hard planes of his chest. David tutted; golden-yellow irises eclipsed by red, the bones of his cheekbones and eye socket prominent beneath his ivory skin. The scream that built in the back of Amara's throat diminished, crushed beneath the sole of David's boots as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her throat.

Amara shoved at his chest. Panicked and fear-driven as a sharp, tearing sensation scorched across her throat; an agonising blend of terror and pain thrumming through her bloodstream in tune with the pounding of her heart. A crease formed across Amara's forehead as she frantically shoved at David's chest; a terrified sob falling from her lips when David merely tightened his grip upon her.

Marko shifted the weight of his body from one foot to another. Toying with the ruby-red jewelled earring that hung from his left ear. Taking in the scene before him as though he was watching it through a TV screen. Shock kept Marko rooted to his spot across from David and Amara; his mind reeling as it tried to comprehend what was going on, circling back to the way Amara frantically shoved at David's chest with unveiled terror.

Paul was the first to move, lunging forward and gripping the collar of David's obsidian-black trench coat. A snarl tearing from his throat when he dislodged the platinum blonde from Amara's throat. His lips curled into a deathly sneer to reveal the elongated canines and incisors of his vampiric teeth as he bared them at the platinum-blonde. Paul's gaze strayed from David long enough to give the swaying brunette a once over. The yellow of his irises filled with anguish as he noticed the way Amara clutched at the crook of her neck with wide, frightened eyes.

Dwayne moved quickly, grabbing ahold of David's arms when he moved towards Amara with an animalistic hunger throughout his eyes—golden-yellow irises locked on the brunette that swayed, frozen in place with wide, dazed eyes. Shoving the anger that seared through his chest aside, knowing that David didn't see Amara standing before him through the haze of his mind. Dwayne growled lowly, snapping David from the haze across his mind as the platinum-blonde blinked several times.

David turned towards Dwayne with a slowness that portrayed the intimidating blonde's disorientation and regret; yellow eyes engulfed by the glacier-blue that the Wendat man was familiar with. David masked the guilt he felt towards the trembling brunette that clutched onto her bleeding throat, watching with a look of disinterest as Marko approached Amara hesitantly; his steps slow and measured as the haziness of shock fled his mind.

Amara stared at the sandy-haired blonde. His jacket that she'd grown to love appeared jarring and bright; the patchwork jacket only reminding her of the reality filled with laughter and banter. This reality that Amara had stumbled across was leeched and stained with blood; much like the crimson that stained her hand that she pressed to her throat. Amara panicked as Marko reached out towards her, batting the blonde's hands away from her with terror-filled eyes. Amara sidestepped Marko, evading the worry stricken blonde as she turned and ran.

The trees passed by Amara in a blur. The thudding of her heart echoed in her ears; lacing together with the thumping of her boot-clad feet on the forest floor. Moonlight guided her way as she raced through the forest, dodging bushes, rocks and fallen branches with adrenaline-driven ease. Dazed, disoriented and fear-riddle, Amara lost track of the time it took her to run from the monster she'd left behind. She barely registered the moment her boots came into contact with the bitumen of the boardwalk's carpark—focused on making it through the night.

A shaky scream tore from Amara's throat as she collided with a solid shoulder. Barely registering the two mousy-brown haired twins that stood before her; eyes darting in almost every direction as though David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko would appear from the shadows of the boardwalk. Amara choked on a sob, relief flooding through her veins as a wave of dizziness swept across her; squinting her eyes as she fought the fatigue that had crept into her bones.

"Amara?" Came a muffled voice before she staggered, black spots clouding her vision as her eyes slid shut.

Amara caught the indistinct uttered curse, warmth encasing her as she felt herself get scooped up into someone's arms; the abyss of unconsciousness engulfing her as an overwhelming feeling of safety spread through her.

The safety she couldn't find within the company of killers.

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