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The Lost Girl

You just wanted to travel and forget all about the drama you left behind. You didn't expect to fall in with four boys who would become another family. Maybe more.

[Part Three of Three]

Author's Note: Y'all remember Elena's dress when she went to the party at the Mikaelson's? I think it was black and gold? Well anyway, that's what YN's dress is gonna be like except it's black and maroon. I'm totally unoriginal lol. The fight is totally anti-climatic and the end just… ends. I was so ready to end this. I'm sorry.

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The only good thing about your upcoming party is that Rebekah's completely taken over all the planning. She's recruited Elijah since he's the easiest to talk to between her brothers, leaving Klaus at the mansion with you and the boys. David and Dwayne love to hear about the history Klaus has seen, whereas Paul and Marko love hearing about all things chaotic and bloody.

You're all lounging around the sitting area as Klaus fills in your friends on the drama he caused when he first waltzed in Mystic Falls from his point of view when the front door opens and closes.

"YN. Gilbert."

"Uh oh. Someone's in trouble." Marko giggles.

You flip him off and then turn towards the archway where yet another blonde marches through. "Hello to you too, Caroline. It's rude not to knock, you know?"

She huffs. "Oh shut up. We've all tried ki-" She immediately shuts up herself, taking stock of the new faces in the room. But she's Caroline Forbes, so she rolls with it, easily lying. "We've all tried sabotaging each other multiple times. There's no need to knock between friends."

You and Klaus both smirk, but don't call her out on it.

"Whatever," she grumbles. "I just came over to demand why you didn't tell me you were planning a party?! You know I love planning parties."

"I don't even want this party, Care, but Paul and Marko are all about seeing what type of parties I had to attend when I was younger."

At her pout and look of indifference between your friends, you quickly introduce them to each other. All the boys politely greet her and she them, and it hardly takes her a moment to deduce who your boyfriend is.

"So you're the boyfriend?" Her eyes narrow at Dwayne. "Figures."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask.

"It means you have a type. Dark hair, broody looking…"

Klaus chuckles. "She's not wrong, love."

"You're both annoying," you deadpan. Then glancing back at Caroline, you ask, "Is that all you came over for? To demand why you're not part of the party planning committee?"

"Yes. And to see if you already have a dress all picked out."

"I do. Rebekah had a bunch of dresses delivered and I chose one. You want to see what's left on the rack?"

"Yes, please! I hate shopping last minute."

You grin and walk over to Caroline, hooking your arm with hers. "Let's go upstairs then." Looking at Klaus and the boys, you wink. "If there's trouble you want to get into before Elijah comes home, now is the time to do it. Caroline and I are long overdue for some girl talk."

"You heard her, boys, let's go." Klaus downs the rest of his drink before settling the tumbler aside and then standing up. Marko and Paul cheer, shoving at each other as Dwayne and David casually climb to their feet.

Everyone except Dwayne makes their way out and then he walks up to you. "Need anything?"

"No, I'm good, but thanks." He nods before leaning in to kiss your forehead, cheek, and finally your lips.

You're laughing as you shove him away, eyes twinkling. He returns your smile before nodding at Caroline and turning to go catch up with his brothers and Klaus.

As soon as he's out of earshot, Caroline gushes, "Oh my god, that was so adorable! Where did you even find him?!"

"In his hometown." You chuckle and then lead her towards the stairs so you can show her the dresses in your room. "I actually met Paul and Marko first, but when I met Dwayne.. it was like love at first sight." You smile as you remember meeting the dark haired vampire for the first time. "We kind of tortured everyone else with the 'will they or won't they' schtick, so it became public knowledge that we were both off limits."

"What changed?"

Getting bit by a werewolf, you mentally admit, but can't say that out loud. Not yet. So instead, you choose something that's easily believable because the scenario really did happen. "After missing a day of hanging out with them, some girls decided to move in. When I decided to surprise them one night, one girl was standing too close to Dwayne, so I walked right up to him and kissed him."

"You didn't!?"

"I did." You laugh. "And then Elijah and Klaus visited, informing me that Elena was getting impatient that I hadn't come back to Mystic Falls to make sure I was really okay."

"Oh so you'll let Klaus know where you now live, but not us?"

When you glance at Caroline, you notice she's not truly upset about it. "Yes because Klaus won't drag me back to Mystic Falls the moment something inconveniences Elena's life."

Your friend winces, but doesn't refute your words.

In your room, you walk to your closet while Caroline walks to the rack of dresses that's in the opposite corner. You grab the dress bag, pull it out and unzip it to show your friend. "Anyway, this is what I'm wearing." The strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline is maroon with a fitted bodice covered in black beads and black ribbons right beneath your bust. The skirt slightly flares out with an overlay of black tulle so the maroon still peeks out.

Caroline sighs. "This is so pretty. Is your boyfriend matching?"

You laugh as you zip the bag back up and put it away. "I'm pretty sure Elijah will get him a matching pocket square or something."

"So he's got Elijah's stamp of approval?"

"I think so."

"Sounds serious." She turns back to the rack, moving aside dress after dress. "Is he the reason you're staying where you're staying?"

"No. I was already planning on staying there. Dwayne was a surprise, but a welcomed one."

Caroline glances at you. "Ohhh, you're in deep. Look at that smile."

You purse your lips, having been smiling without knowing you were smiling. But seeing as she's already seen it, you give up and laugh. "Ugh, this is gonna sound stupid, but remember when I said seeing Dwayne was like love at first sight? Do you believe in that?"

Your friend freezes and then fully turns to face you. "Spill. Now."

You groan again and head over to your bed, dropping down on the edge. "When I first met Dwayne, it was no shock that I instantly found him attractive. What was a shock, however, is how jealous and protective I am of him. We haven't even known each that long to warrant such loyalty, but when Damon threatened Dwayne… Caroline, I saw red. I wanted to rip Damon's heart out right then and there."

"Hmm. That is weird. You've never been one to get worked up over a guy. You usually just shrug it off and move on."

"I know!"

"And how does Dwayne feel?"

"I'm assuming the same. Damon pinned me to the wall by my throat and Dwayne saw, and he was visibly shaking. I could see it took everything in him to hold himself back and then when I got back to the table, his hand gripped my thigh and didn't move until we stood up to leave."

"How insane would it be if it turned out that soulmates were real?" You laugh. "I'm serious! Ugh, you're so lucky. I wish I had someone who looked at me the way Dwayne looks at you."

"You do have someone who looks at you like that, but you refuse to entertain him because you're afraid of what everyone else will think."

Caroline frowns. "He hurt us. A lot."

"So did Damon, but that didn't stop Elena from jumping on his dick."

The blonde vampire grimaces. "I rather not think about that."

"Mhmm."

"Now will you help me choose a dress?"

Without even glancing at the rack, you say, "Go with the blue one that looks like mine, but has off the shoulder straps. You always look good in blue."

The day before your party, Rebekah had the ballroom completely transformed. You had happily stayed out of her way, listening to her bark orders from the comfort of your room. Dwayne and David took refuge with you, purposely not saying a word to their brothers as they wandered downstairs and got roped into lending a helping hand. And with Rebekah barking orders, Paul and Marko stayed in line.

Then the morning of your party, Rebekah had even taken it upon herself to have a buffet of breakfast ready for everyone. Marko practically salivated at the sight of the food, mentioning that they'd never eaten like kings and queens before. David then reminded him that they never had the appetite for human food quite like they have now after wrapping the bracelets around their wrists, and Marko conceded while stuffing his face with sausage and eggs.

You don't get to rest long after eating, Rebekah whisking you away to bathe and pamper before getting ready for the night. You end up in a bath with so many essential oils and salts that you nearly doze off, but Dwayne enters the bathroom and decides he wants to wash your hair.

Rebekah enters the bathroom when she hears you groan, only to huff and cross her arms over her chest. "Why are you two disgustingly adorable? Stop it right now."

With your head tilted back and Dwayne's fingers scratching against your scalp, you grin. "Shut up. If our positions were switched, you'd be smug as hell right now. Let me enjoy this."

"I'm honestly surprised he's not in there with you."

"And have your brothers glare at me throughout the party?" Dwayne asks. "No thanks."

"Fair." Rebekah continues to watch you with a fond smile on her face. "Well when you get out, Dwayne can help David wrangle his other brothers while you and I get ready in my room."

"Okay."

Dwayne finishes washing your hair before you stand, uncaring that your body is bare beneath the suds. He watches as you scrub your body down in the shower before grabbing a towel and handing it to you. Then after wringing out your hair and drying your body, you use the towel to wrap around your hair before taking the offered robe to drape around your body.

"Thank you." You reach up on the tips of your toes, giving him a chaste kiss. "Now it's your turn. I'll be with Rebekah and most likely won't see you until the start of the party."

"Mmm. Have fun." Dwayne kisses you once more and then pats you on the butt as you walk on by.

You're still smiling as you enter Rebekah's room, laughing when she's waiting for you with a champagne glass nearly filled to the brim. "Happy birthday, darling."

"Thank you, Rebekah." You accept the glass, clink it against the one she produces herself, and then proceed to down it in one go. "Now can I nap?"

"No."

You groan as Rebekah leads you to her vanity, making you sit.

. .

Rebekah starts on your hair first, making sure to detangle it and then spritz various hair products into it. She leaves out a couple of strands on either side of your head to frame your face and then loosely braids the rest of it to hang over your left shoulder. She sprays your hair again to make sure the hairdo holds, and then gets started on your makeup.

The make-up is kept mostly natural and nude, the only color being a hint of blush on your cheekbones, smokey black eyeshadow, and black eyeliner. Throughout the entire time, your phone was dinging with text messages from your family and friends, and you took the time to thank each of them.

Taking a break, Rebekah has sandwiches and fruit delivered to the room via Elijah, and it isn't long until Klaus shows up with presents with the rest of the boys trailing him. The Mikaelson's give you jewelry and money, a proper camera to capture the sights you see, and a brand-new laptop to edit and post the photos. You thank them profusely and even assure Dwayne, David, Paul, and Marko that you hadn't been expecting gifts from them so they can stop with the guilty expressions.

Then after kicking out the men from the room, you get started on Rebekah's hair and make-up. With her instruction, you get everything done pretty well.

When the time comes to finally step into your dress, you shamelessly drop your robe and step into a pair of panties. Rebekah holds your dress low for you and you step into it while she slides it up your body. Then after arranging your breasts to fill the cups, Rebekah zips you up.

Rebekah can only smile as she helps you don your newest necklace and bracelet, and then quickly dresses herself in a dress similar to yours, except the colors are black and gold. Plus, she dons a pair of black satin gloves as well.

"Well don't you two look beautiful."

You turn around to find Dwayne decked out in a suit with a maroon pocket square to match you. He has a few thin braids on one side of his head, only for all of his hair to be tied back in a stylish messy man-bun. "Holy shit." You look him up and down, licking and biting your bottom lip as you try to reign in your spiraling thoughts.

"Down girl," Rebekah muses, patting your shoulder. "It sounds like your guests are starting to arrive, so there's no use in messing up all the hard work I've done."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out." Rebekah laughs as you shoo her out of her own room, bidding Dwayne good luck as she passes him. He steps further into the room, and you readily accept him as he goes toe to toe with you. You lean up and kiss him. "You look handsome."

"It's all thanks to Elijah and Klaus. They really know how to style the riffraff."

You chuckle and kiss him once more. "So, how's it looking down there?"

"Marko and Paul are regretting the fancy suits, but David's keeping them well in line. And Klaus has already plied us with several blood bags each so we're not feeling peckish around your guests."

You sigh. "I think I should have indulged in a little blood myself. I have a feeling I'm going to need it."

"Come on. It won't be that bad."

"Famous last words."

Dwayne smirks. "Let's go greet your guests."

Looping your arm around Dwayne's, you rely on him to get down the grand staircase. And by the time you make it to the main floor, Caroline is arriving on the arm of her mother.

"Caroline! Sheriff Forbes!" You greet them with smiles and kisses to the cheek. "I'm happy you two could make it."

"Likewise." Sheriff Forbes smiles before warily glancing around. "When I got the invitation, I wasn't aware if the party was legit or if the Mikaelson's were up to no good again."

"I can see why you would think that," you say. "But when it comes to me, the Mikaelson's are family."

"But Elena-"

"Mom." Caroline politely nudges her, shaking her head.

Sheriff Forbes closes her mouth and takes a breath. Then smiling sadly, she says, "You never forgave her for the… attack on you and Caroline," she says while glancing at Dwayne.

"Oh. I'm sorry!" You say. "Liz, this is Dwayne. My boyfriend." Sheriff Forbes and Dwayne smile at one another, shaking hands. "And I forgave my sister for that a long time ago," you assure her. "What I don't care for is the way she and Damon treat me or my friends whenever something doesn't go to their liking. They don't take others' feelings into consideration."

Sheriff Forbes smiles tightly, nodding. "Fair enough."

"Well, happy birthday!" Caroline chirps. "Now point us to the food so we can get out of your hair."

Laughing, you're about to tell Caroline where she and her mother can find the food when you spot Bonnie and your brother coming up behind them. "Uh, Dwayne will show you," you tell her. "He's gotta check on his brothers anyway and make sure Klaus isn't getting them in trouble."

And without missing a beat, Dwayne detaches himself from you and offers his arm to Liz as he dips his head in politeness. "Ladies, if you'll follow me."

Dwayne ends up with a Forbes woman on each arm and you smile as he leads them towards the food. Then turning back towards the door, your smile widens as you accept a hug from Bonnie. "Hey! Long time no see." Bonnie is stunning in her own black and silver dress, and Jeremy surprisingly fills out his suit. Then again, he's been rather buff ever since he became a hunter. "Jer, you're looking muscular. Kill anything lately?"

"Ha. Ha," he deadpans while hugging you. "And you look good as well. I didn't expect…"

"Yeah, yeah. You didn't expect me to be alive and thriving just because of the Mikaelson's and blah, blah, blah." Both Bonnie and Jeremy chuckle, and you nudge them towards the party.

More people show up- Tyler, Elena, Damon, Enzo, Alaric plus his date, and several other locals that you hadn't seen for a while. You greet each and every one, thanking them for showing up and wishing them a good time.

Rebekah pulls you away from the door when it seems like no one else is showing up, leading you towards the bottom of the staircase where her brothers are waiting. Both Mikaelson men smile as you approach, but Rebekah leads you a few steps further up the staircase before telling you to stay put before joining her brothers.

You're confused, but no one says anything. Dwayne and his brothers are lined up just across from the Mikaelson's, each of them holding a champagne flute. Elijah, being the more diplomatic Mikaelson, calls for everyone's attention. And as a crowd gathers, you're not very surprised when the hired help walks around with platters full of champagne flutes to pass out to everyone.

"Thank you, everyone, for attending on such short notice," Elijah says as the gathered guests fall quiet. "Miss Gilbert has been off traveling the world and seeing everything this life has to offer, so we weren't sure she would be back in time for her birthday. Luckily for us, she decided to visit with some new friends of hers."

Paul whoops and you shake your head at him, grinning.

"So let us raise our glasses," everyone follows Elijah's lead as he raises his glass in a toast, "and wish Miss Gilbert a very happy birthday and safe travels when she no doubt leaves us all behind again." Elijah, Klaus, and Rebekah turn, grinning. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Happy birthday!" The crowd then cheers.

You smile bashfully, nodding your thanks to those whose gazes you catch before walking down the stairs. Rebekah hugs you whereas her brothers kiss each of your cheeks, and then Dwayne takes hold of your arm while leading you to the main room.

Immediately, the humming and clapping of Hozier's Work Song fills the air, and Dwayne leads you to the center of the room before turning to face you. As he takes a step back and then bows at the waist, your eyes light up. "You dance?"

"Obviously. Don't you?" As you grab the skirt of your dress and curtsey, you can't help but laugh. "And besides, the birthday girl has to open her own party with the first dance."

"I'm pretty sure that's not a thing, but I'll take it." You and Dwayne step forward and then back, close to touching but not. He raises his hands, palms out, and you laugh some more as you hold your own palms just an inch from his as you walk in a circle. "Who told you about this dance?"

"Rebekah might have mentioned something about a pageant this little town holds and the dances forced upon you."

Dwayne then takes you in his arms and the two of you sway back and forth before he's gently pushing you out and then bringing you in on a twirl. The smile never leaves your face, not even when you can hear his brothers ribbing him.

Halfway through the dance, others join you. Dwayne's dancing skills make him that much more attractive to you and you let him know when you can't keep your lips to yourself.

The party goes on and you make your rounds while on Dwayne's arm. You introduce him to everyone you know, talk about the places you've been with some curious individuals, but refrain from mentioning where you met Dwayne in case others were listening in.

You eat and drink and dance some more, and all in all it's a good time.

Until it isn't.

Elena hadn't said much to you other than wish you a happy birthday, so you're resigned to hearing her out when she asks for a moment of your time when the party starts winding down.

She leads you to an empty room just down the hall and turns to face you with a frown. "So, you're leaving again?"

"What?"

"Elijah's speech. He said you were going to travel again."

"Oh. Maybe." You shrug. "I still need to find a house and set down roots before I start taking trips again."

"Your house is here!" She says, hurt lacing her tone. "Why are you so dead set on getting away from me?"

"Elena," you say softly. "I love you. I do! But I can't be here anymore. I'm so over the drama where you somehow manage to be ground zero for it all. I'm tired of being hounded by Damon for not jumping when he says jump and I'm just- I'm over it. You have your life and I have mine. You don't have to like it, but you will accept it."

Done with the conversation, you turn to rejoin the party, only for your sister's words to make you freeze. "Jenna would be so upset to see you so chummy with her murderer."

There's a gasp from the door and you realize the others have followed. Bonnie, Caroline, Damon, Stefan, Alaric, Dwayne, David, Paul, Marko, Rebekah, Klaus, and Elijah have all entered the room and you have no idea how you and Elena didn't sense the big group sooner.

The group from Mystic Falls knew how close you were to Jenna and how hurt you were over Klaus killing her, but they didn't know about Klaus' apology months later when you started having dinners with Elijah. It wasn't an easy apology to accept, but he promised to make it up to you for as long as you lived.

But not wanting to get into all that, you look at your sister and swing even lower than her. "Yeah? Well mom and dad would be even more upset to see you fucking your best friend's rapist." Elena gapes and her eyes fill with tears, and you roll your eyes. "Come now, Elena. Don't start the waterworks now. You wanna be Katherine 2.0, then be Katherine 2.0. If you're gonna be a bitch, then own it."

Your back suddenly hits the wall and you have a face full of an enraged vampire. "All right. That's enough."

"Damon!" Bonnie yells.

"What the fuck was that?" You hear Marko murmur, biting back a smirk at the fact that they're still playing human.

"That was a low blow, YN," Damon says, tightening his grip around your throat.

"Careful, Damon, your lap dog is showing," you muse. "This is between me and my sister."

"Yeah? Well, it becomes my business when you make her cry."

"Oh, how noble." You huff. "Now kindly take your hand off of me and leave. You're no longer welcomed here."

You hear a bit of a scuffle and look over Damon's shoulder to see David holding Dwayne back by the arm. You can see the rage in his eyes even as he attempts to keep his cool, and subtly shake your head.

Damon glances over his shoulder as well to see who you're looking at and turns back to face you with a smirk. "You're so quick to drop everyone in Mystic Falls, let's see if your newfound family will stick around after they find out that you're a monster."

Your expression hardens. "Damon, do-"

CRACK!

Damon has all of half a second of smug satisfaction as he watches your body collapse lifelessly to the floor before a heart stopping roar practically shakes the walls of the room. He whirls around, eyes wide, and braces himself for the truly monstrous individual advancing on him.

Dwayne's features have shifted, his features more sharpened and defined. His eyes are now yellow and red, and his fangs and claws have elongated in his rage. He grabs a stunned Damon by the shoulders before savagely sinking his fangs into Damon's neck and pulling free a chunk of flesh.

As Damon gurgles on his blood and Elena shrieks in horror, Stefan speeds at Dwayne to pull him off. Only then do David, Paul, and Marko fly at him and throw him across the room before making a wall in front of YN's body. Dwayne continues to attack Damon, snapping each and every bone in his body that he can to prevent the raven-haired vampire from fighting back.

Elena tries to intervene when it appears Damon can't defend himself, but Rebekah catches her by the arm. "Stay out of it. Damon made his bed, now it's time for him to lie in it."

Alaric pulls free a wooden stake to help his friend, but all it takes is Klaus tutting in his direction to give the history teacher pause.

Then having heard enough snarling and snapping bones, Elijah approaches Dwayne cautiously. "That's enough, Dwayne. I believe Mr. Salvatore has learned his lesson." Panting and heaving, Dwayne snarls one last time before kicking Damon so hard in the ribs that he sends him sliding across the floor towards his panicked brother. Dwayne then turns and his brothers part so he can make a beeline to YN's body. As he does, he sits on the floor to cradle her lifeless body in his arms. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should never touch a vampire's mate," Elijah says.

Everyone seems surprised, but it's Caroline who steps forward with a frown. "Mate? And vampire?" She asks incredulously. "What is going on, Elijah?"

"Dwayne, David, Marko, and Paul are vampires," he tells the room, ignoring Elena's whimpers as she tries to offer aid to Damon. "A different species, obviously, but vampires nonetheless. When Niklaus and I noticed some differences, I decided to do a little research after learning of how quickly Dwayne and YN became attached."

"And your research proved that our kind has mates?" Paul wonders. At Elijah's nod, he beams. "Fuck yeah! We totally called it after YN got bit by that werewolf."

"What werewolf?" Caroline's eyes widen in alarm.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's all been taken care of," Klaus assures her. Caroline huffs at him, but all it does is make him smirk.

"That's nice and all, but can I have a little help?" Elena grouses. "Damon's really hurt."

"Oh boo hoo," Rebekah deadpans. No one makes a move to help Elena except for Stefan and Alaric.

The three of them are doing their best to tend to Damon when Enzo enters the room. He takes a look at the Lost Boys before taking a look at his injured friend and then glances at the Mikaelson's. When his gaze finally lands on Caroline, he sighs. "I always miss the fun. What happened this time?"

"Damon's a bloody idiot, is what this is," Rebekah says instead. "He snapped a vampire mate's neck and said vampire didn't take too kindly to that."

Enzo shrugs. "Fair enough. Now if you're all done in here, some of the humans heard the ruckus. Jeremy and I have been doing damage control, but some of these locals are too nosy for their own good."

"Thank you, Mr. St. John. My sister and I will take it from here." Elijah beckons Rebekah to join him and she grumbles about missing all the fun.

Enzo, now too invested to see any more drama go down, walks over to stand next to Caroline and Bonnie.

"So, you four are vampires?" Bonnie wonders when no one says anything. "How come we didn't know?"

"Because YN wanted it that way," David says.

"And you just do what she says? How long have you even known her?"

"Long enough," you grumble. Immediately you feel yourself being squeezed and you groan as your eyes flutter open. You're staring up at the ceiling and you realize you're on the floor. "Dwayne?" The head tucked into the side of your aching neck lifts, and you smile at the vampiric face of your boyfriend. Reaching up, you tap on the tip of one of his fangs. "You can put these away now. I'm fine."

"He snapped your neck," he grumbles.

"Is he dead?"

"No."

"Pity."

"YN!"

"What?" You whine. You attempt to sit up, letting Dwayne help you. Then glancing over at your sister, you have no fucks left to give her. "He snapped my neck. The way I see it, if he's still breathing, he got off easy."

"You could have told us your friends were different vampires."

"But then Damon wouldn't have gotten his ass kicked." Then glancing at those standing, you ask, "Did anyone record it?" Everyone with the exception of Stefan, Elena, Damon, and Alaric find your question funny. Dwayne stands and helps you to your feet, and you stretch a little with a groan. "But now you all see why I left, right? I refuse to live a life that Damon wants to control."

"But you'll live a life that the Mikaelson's control?" Elena huffs.

You stare at her, shaking your head. "When are you going to get over your hate for them? You all refuse to forgive the Mikaelson's, yet Damon somehow gets a free pass?" You ask.

"Damon didn't kill Jenna!"

"No, but he did kill the love of Enzo's life and then left Enzo to burn alive," you say. Then looking at Stefan, you say, "He killed Lexi. He's killed Ric, Jeremy, and even me a few times." Looking at Bonnie, you add, "He threatened Grams into using too much magic that led to her death and let's not forget everything he put Caroline through. So why the hell is Damon forgiven for all of that, but yet you're so appalled when I associate with Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah?"

No one has anything to say, and Elena can't even look at you. She's too busy making sure Damon is healing properly.

"She has a point," Enzo says, breaking the silence.

Glancing at him, you offer him a smile before looking at each of your friends. "I'm tired, hungry, and pissed off now, so the party's officially over. Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

As you walk off, Dwayne takes hold of your hand. "Go up to the room. I'll grab some blood bags and liquor from the kitchen."

"Thank you." You squeeze his hand before letting go, grabbing the skirt of your dress and lifting it just a little so you can walk up the stairs without tripping.

. .

In the comfort and safety of your room, you strip out of your dress and run yourself a hot shower. The first thing you do is wash all the hair products out of your hair before scrubbing your face free of makeup, and then wash your body before standing under the rainfall of water. You sigh, reaching a hand up to rub at your sore neck.

The sound of the shower drowns out the outside noise, so you startle a little when you feel a hand land on your shoulder. Uncaring of your nudity, you turn around and are met with an equally nude Dwayne. He hands you a blood bag that's a little warm to the touch and you don't waste a moment. You grab the bag and immediately bring it up to your mouth, letting your fangs pierce the bag.

As you suck down your meal, you let Dwayne lead you a few steps back so he's standing under the rainfall of water as well. His hands gently cup your face, thumbs brushing the veins beneath your eyes that have slithered to the surface. Your eyes flutter open and you drop the bag when you're done with it.

Dwayne then leans down so his forehead is resting against yours, and his hands move down so his fingers gently probe around your neck. "I wanted to kill him," he quietly admits. "It took all my self-control to not rip his head from his body."

You huff a laugh as you wrap your arms around his waist. "As much as I wish you would have, it's best that you didn't. If anything happened to poor Damon, Elena and Stefan probably would have hounded us until the end of times."

"Then they would have met the same fate. You were dead at the time, but apparently we're mates and our instincts to protect each other are insane."

"Excuse me?" You pull back a bit, staring at Dwayne in disbelief. "Mates actually exist?"

"For my kind, yes. It's why I knew something was off that first day we were here and Damon had you pinned to the wall. It's also why I flew into a rage when he snapped your neck."

Mouth agape, you shut it with an audible click. A moment later, you shrug. "Well, that explains the rage I felt when Damon threatened your life. Normally I'd have laughed a threat like that off, but I got severely pissed off."

Dwayne chuckles. "This is going to be fun."

"For you, maybe. Protective instincts aren't the only instincts that rears its ugly head thanks to our apparent bond."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm possessive, dear mate." You smile up at him. "I noticed it the last time that one female tried gaining your attention, but it wasn't too bad of an urge to rip her head off. If she had touched you, however, I'm pretty sure it would have been game over for her." Dwayne slowly smirks and you slowly raise your arms so they're wrapped around his neck, and you hop up as you wrap your legs around his waist. "Now are you going to fuck your mate or just stand here under the water?"

"I wasn't sure you were up for anything after having your neck snapped," he says while reaching below you and grabbing hard length to notch at your entrance.

"For you? I'm always up for something." You slowly lower yourself on Dwayne's cock, head tilting back as your mouth opens in a silent moan. He grunts when you're fully seated and when you meet his smoldering gaze, you clench around him and cause him to grunt. "Now come on. Make me scream and embarrass my sister who is no doubt still trying to play victim downstairs."

Smirking, Dwayne places one hand on your ass as he walks over to the wall and then places his other hand on the wall for a bit of balance. "Hang on…"

Dwayne pulls out nearly all the way, and then a moment later he thrust back in. Hard. You moan, fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, and then beam brightly at him. "Again."

The following morning, you have absolutely no shame when you and Dwayne enter the kitchen together. Everyone, with the exception of Elijah and Klaus, are all smirking at you.

"Well, well," Rebekah muses. "Look at you. I'm surprised you're not walking funny."

Paul and Marko immediately laugh, and Klaus looks quite appalled.

"Rebekah, please, can you not?" Elijah asks, already exasperated with where the morning conversation is clearly headed.

"Oh hush. We're all adults here."

You chuckle as you head towards the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of orange juice to pour yourself a glass. "Who all got an earful besides those in this room?"

"Well Damon thinks you were faking it."

"Of course." Your eyes roll.

"Stefan looked like he had sucked on a sour lemon, Elena turned beet red as if she was some prude, and Caroline and Enzo couldn't help but be impressed."

You chuckle some more as you sip your juice and then make your way to the table where Dwayne is already seated. You help yourself to a few slices of bacon and pay no mind to Dwayne's brothers who are patiently waiting to tease you. Unfortunately for them, you're not bothered by it at all.

"So will you be leaving this afternoon?" Klaus asks in order to break the silence.

"Yes." When you glance at Rebekah, you smile at her pout. "But you guys will always be welcomed in Santa Carla and I'll do my best to visit every other month."

"You better."

"What about these bracelets?" Marko asks. "Are we supposed to give them back once we're back in Santa Carla or…?"

"The bracelets are a gift," Elijah says smoothly. "And as a token of our appreciation for being on your best behavior and abiding by the rules we set out, we will pay for a trip for all of you to wherever you want."

"We appreciate that," David says, "but we need to settle our claim on Santa Carla before we can take off again. And speaking of Santa Carla, how is our home?" He then asks Klaus.

Klaus shrugs. "My hybrids have dispatched a werewolf pack looking to make camp in your woods. Your territory is as you left it- dirty and nearly uninhabitable."

"Klaus." You shake your head in amusement at him. "I've made my decision."

"I'm well aware."

"Then don't be a dick."

"I said nearly." You chuckle as he smirks. "Now let us have a nice breakfast before you and your friends start to pack. The jet is being fueled as we speak."

. .

After a very talkative breakfast and barely half an hour of packing, you and the boys are on a private jet back to Santa Carla. You had immediately made a beeline for the singular bedroom at the back of the jet to go back to sleep, and Dwayne joined you for about an hour before rejoining his brothers.

You join them sometime later, taking the time to sip a drink as you listen to the boys brainstorm the perfect location for the trip you're all going to take once David's confident enough with his grasp on Santa Carla.

And it's only once you've stepped foot back in Santa Carla does your phone ping with a text message from Klaus. It's directions to a location and instructions to call him when you get there.

"What do you think it is?" Dwayne asks as he reads the message himself.

"I have no idea, but it's Klaus, so anything is possible."

You can see Paul and Marko are anxious to get back to their cave, but David wants everyone to stick together. So, after procuring- er, compelling- a car, you drive to the location Klaus had sent you.

Pulling up to the location that's still in Santa Carla, you're not surprised at its remote location, but you are surprised with the steel gate blocking a driveway and the steel fence that wraps all around the property. Off in the distance, up on a hill, there's quite the house sitting there.

"What the hell is this?" Paul asks, leaning forward between the seats.

"I have no idea." You pull out your phone and dial Klaus' number, still staring at the house in awe while holding the phone to your ear. When the line clicks over, you immediately ask, "What did you do?"

"Welcome home, love. The code to the gate is your birthday." You glance at the small box just outside the driver's side window and punch in the code. When the little red light turns green, the gates start to open. "Since there was no way you were going to leave Santa Carla, I figured that you could at least live in a proper home rather than that dark, dank cave your boys are apparently so fond of. Honestly, they needed to get out of there as well."

"Klaus… this is a lot," you utter in awe. You drive all the way up to the front steps and everyone hurriedly vacates the car to take a look around. "I can never repay something like this."

"Family doesn't repay family back. At least not ours."

"Klaus."

"I'm serious. It's done. Now since you're all vampires, I had a witch spell the house for you."

"How so?"

"No guest, whether they're supernatural or not, can enter your home without your permission. There was a little blood magic involved, so you'll have to invite your mate and friends in."

You walk up to the front door and enter the house with ease, smirking at Marko when he tries to enter behind you but can't. You quickly invite all four boys in and then turn to stare at the lavish home. "Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, truly… thank you."

"Think nothing of it. But if you truly want to repay me back, you can take Rebekah on your next trip. She truly is aggravating."

You laugh and nod before saying, "Yes. Of course. Anything."

"Mhm. Well, I'll let you and the boys get acquainted with your new home. Have fun. Don't murder too many people."

"We'll try." You end the call with Klaus and only then does the sound of Paul and Marko's excitement reach your ears. You feel pressure at your elbow and find Dwayne standing there, looking down on you. "It's ours."

"What?"

"It's ours. Klaus obviously didn't like the living conditions of the cave, so he bought us a house."

"Well… shit." You snort at his utterance. "It's been a long time since any of us have lived in a proper home."

"Hey! If this is our house, do we get to call dibs on a room?" You hear Paul shout from somewhere deep in the house.

"Dwayne and I get the master!" You shout back. "It's a free for all for the rest of you."

All of a sudden you hear footsteps pounding on the hardwood floor, followed by grunting and whining, and protests of David being unfair.

Smiling, you turn back towards Dwayne and grin. "So, I guess this is home?"

"Do you want it to be?"

You shrug. "Home is wherever you are. If you want to go back to the cave, then let's go back. But if you want to stay here, then we'll stay here."

Dwayne flashes you one of his rare smiles as he reaches for you, and tugs you close. "Well, I wouldn't want to piss off the big bad hybrid by taking his precious baby sister back to the dark, dank cave."

You laugh and quickly lean up on the tips of your toes, pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. "Then we'll stay." You kiss him again. "Now come on. Let's go break in our new bed."

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redamancy-writes · 1 year

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The Lost Boys (1987) x Fem! Reader - Blood Bag

AN: Hello! This is my first time writing for The Lost Boys, so I hope you all enjoy! Thank you @floral-and-fine for the support and the help working out some of the details on this ❣️

Word Count- 1383

Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987

Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x Female! Reader

Title- Blood Bag

It wasn’t often that you saw your boys fight, where their playful banter turned serious and fangs elongated and eyes turned that golden yellow that sent chills up your spine.

“You got to feed from her yesterday, man,” Paul growled from next to you, hand on your thigh as he argued with Marko, “I’m thirsty too.”

“We’re all thirsty, Paul,” David scowled from his wheelchair, hands gripping the armrests to physically restrain himself. “It’s not your turn.”

“(Y/n) isn’t an object,” Dwayne chimed in, despite being on edge and tensed he was the only one who was thinking rationally as he took in the smell of fear from you.

The more tense they got, the more on edge you got. Like a bunny cornered by a wolf, ready to dart out the next opening it could find.

“I never said she was,” Paul’s grip on your thigh tightened, making you wince.

What made these fights the worst was that they always centered around you. You wished that they would be able to push their hungers aside and talk rationally, however, as a human you thought best to not butt in to their arguments. Until now, as Paul’s grip became bordering painful as his elongated nails dug into the meat of your thigh.

Gripping his hand in your own, you paid Marko’s new argument no mind as you carefully pried Paul’s hand off of you, frowning at the indents in your skin.

“You boys do know I’m not the only human in Santa Carla, right?” You broke their argument, even though saying the words themselves made an anxious pit form in your gut.

You just wanted them to stop fighting, to satisfy their hunger and come back to you as the playful, soft- not that David would ever admit it-, kind people that they usually were around you.

They were hungry, needing blood to fill their appetite and some nights even draining an adult person wasn’t enough for their bellies. Sharing itty bitty ounces of your blood between them wasn’t going to cut it. Not in the long-term, anyway.

“Why don’t you just go drink from someone else? Or multiples,” You anxiously began to fiddle with Paul’s fingers as the cave grew eerily quiet.

You thought the fight had now been done and over, as they all stared at you wide-eyed. You interpreted it as a look of astonishment, a ‘how could we not have seen this before’ until Marko spoke up.

“(Y/n)...” He breathed out, almost like a whimper.

“Why would you suggest that?” David asked, his own expression going neutral again but as his eyes shifted from yellow back to the lovely icy blue tone you adore, you could see the sadness behind his gaze.

You shrugged, keeping your gaze down at your hand holding onto Paul’s, “I can’t meet your needs, not even close,” It hurt to say it, your heart stinging as you admitted out loud that you can’t provide for them in an equal manner in which they provide for you. They took you in when you had no one, provided you a safe haven of warmth and security.

“I know I can’t, and it would be easier for you all to find a donor or even to just find someone to drain like how you did before,” You kept your head low, avoiding their stares.

“Besides, like you’ve said before David, I’m just a blood-bag right?” You felt the back of your eyes sting, “You can just replace me, or add in someone else to this equation.”

David stood from the wheelchair, the definitive sound of his leather trench coat signaling that he was approaching you before his boots spilled into your line of sight.

“Look at me, little one,” He softly ordered, and of course no matter how upset you were, you followed it. Looking up to him, you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to look nonchalant.

“I thought we made this clear, you are the only one we will feed from.”

Feeding.

That word again.

A blood source from them, an easy way for them to fill their bellies before running whatever errands Max had for them.

Each time that word spilled from their lips, you wanted to yell out that you weren’t just food. You thought that there was something more between you all, the soft looks and gentle caresses.

Dwayne’s gentle hold on your body as he asked permission before piercing your flesh, Marko’s thumb rubbing on your exposed flesh before his nose ran along the vein, David’s hand cupping your cheek while he asked if you felt alright after, Paul pulling you against his chest so you can nap off the fatigue- acts oh so intimate.

But maybe…Maybe you were naive. Looking too far into those small acts.

“Yeah,” You looked from his gaze towards the fountain, frowning as the word ‘feed’ and all of its variations played in your head. “You like my blood, you’ve said it before.”

Marko approached now, sitting on the other side of you.

“No, (Y/n),” Marko made you look at him as his fingers tilted your chin towards him. “Not just because your blood is delicious, because you are you.” His words made your brow furrow

“The only girl we’d ever want,” Dwayne chimed in, still giving you space but the fond look in his eyes made heat rise to your cheeks.

“I don’t understand, I don’t get what this means,” You looked between all four of them, your brow still furrowed and your lips pulled into a pout.

Paul laughed, not mocking or harsh as he interlaced his hand with yours. “Boys, we haven’t been clear enough, she needs us to spell it out.”

“Spell what out–”

“You’re our mate,” David spoke, and when you looked to face him you expected a smirk on his face, his signature cockiness and arrogance on display as the leader of the group- but no, his expression was soft.

“I’m your what–”

“Our mate,” Dwayne piped up, now approaching. “Not our buffet, not our blood bag,” Dwayne’s eyes cut over to David who turned his face away with a huff. “The one we cherish with our heart and seek out above all else.”

“Your mate…” The words felt foreign on your lips, but they made your belly feel warm and full as Marko made a sound of agreement from beside you.

“We will work out the feeding issue,” David made a pointed look to Paul and before he could say another word, Marko beat him to the punch.

“But please don’t ever question your standing with us, and why we want you around.” Marko grabbed ahold of your unoccupied hand, lacing it with his own.

“Do you understand now, little one?”

“I think I do.”

“Good,” David leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the crown of your head. “Now, we’ll be back,” David stood to his full height. Would their victims taste like garbage in comparison to your sweet crimson nectar? Absolutely. However, they needed to satiate their blood thirst, and you needed alone time to deal with this information.

“When will you be back?” You couldn’t help but ask, not used to being left behind.

“Soon, we’ll bring you back some (F/Food).”

And as they each gave you their own personal farewell, you couldn’t help but fidget in place.

“We’ll be back before you know it,” Dwayne said, lifting up your hand to kiss at your knuckles.

“You promise?” Fear still lingering that this whole conversation was somehow one grand prank and they’d come back with another woman, declaring her as your replacement then laughing at you for believing them.

Dwayne paused, looking into your eyes. “I promise, we will always come back to you.”

A soft smile blossomed on your face as he swore they would return, the sincerity in his eyes melting your concerns as you nodded and reached out to grab one of Paul’s cuddle blankets.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” Your words had an underlying meaning as you snuggled into the surprisingly clean material, eager to discuss more about this mate situation when they came back.

“We wouldn’t dream of it, sweet cheeks.” Paul winked at you before Dwayne pushed him up the stairs.

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kurt-nightcrawler · 11 months

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Phone Calls

David x Female Reader

Summary: David is a lover. Paul is... Paul.

Warnings: swearing and smoking

Word Count: 1.1k

“I should call her,” David huffed as his hand ghosted over the phone.

“Then why aren’t you?” Paul asked, smoking a cigarette.

“I should call her…” He repeated. “I should call her… but it’s past seven o’clock. What if she’s asleep?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Paul asked. “It’s seven! There’s no way she’s asleep.” Paul inhaled smoke.

“Yeah, but (Y/N) doesn’t seem like the type of girl to sit around and wait for a guy to call. She probably won’t be there to answer.”

“Then leave a message.” Paul took a drag and blew out smoke. “Or go give her a visit, I dunno.”

“Paul!” David practically gasped. “I can’t just go over to a girl’s house uninvited. I'm not a heathen!”

Paul snorted. “Dude, we eat people.”

“So? You know I once scored a princess with my charms and good manners—“

Paul quickly cut him off before David could go on a long ramble. One Paul had definitely heard before. “—Yeah, yeah, the Russian chick, I know. I know.” David rolled his eyes.

“Look,” Paul took another drag. “All I’m saying is, it isn’t 1954 anymore, man! You don’t have to be begging for this girl’s attention. Trying to act all innocent and impress her folks and befriend her father. You can just, call and leave a message saying you want her to come over to fuck.”

David frowned, “You don’t get it… I knew I should have brought Dwayne with me. He’s a romantic. He would understand.”

Paul threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. “Hey, man! Out of the two of us, I’ve gotten more pussy this week than Dwayne. Dude’s been bitchless lately!”

“Yet you’re being useless right now,” David complained. “So shut up.”

“Fine, fine whatever. Call your girlfriend or whatever. When you freeze up after two words I won’t be here to help you ‘woo her’ or whatever.” Paul stepped away to smoke more, while David made his phone call.

He slowly spun the wheel of the rotary dial, each number going in one at a time. He was nervous and didn’t want to mess up.

David brought the phone up to his ear and listened to the ringing as he waited for her to pick up.

Ring.

David thought about what she might be doing. Maybe she was reading one of her little romance novels that got her all flustered when he walked into the room.

Ring.

Maybe she ran a bubble bath and was using an expensive soap. Rubbing it all over her body… she would smell nice, and David would have to try his hardest to not try and immediately sink his teeth into her skin.

Ring.

Maybe she was watching an old movie. One about some poor little Maiden being snatched up by a handsome monster of some kind. Maybe she was—

Ri—Beep! Beep! Beep!

The loud beeps of the receiver brought David out of his daydreams. He huffed and hung up the phone.

“She didn’t answer.”

“Okay?” Paul was unsure what David wanted from him.

“What do I do?”

“I dunno, man,” Paul shrugged. “Did she say she’d be busy tonight?”

“No.”

“Okay…” Paul tried really hard to think of something. “Maybe she’s working… we could go visit her.”

“She’s not. She told me she was off tonight.”

“Well, I dunno. If you don’t want to go to her house and see if she’s home, we can’t really do anything. Maybe call again.”

“I can’t seem needy!” David whined.

“Literally, dude, what do you want from me?”

“Some help,” David stated like it was the most obvious thing ever. “But clearly you don’t know what to do.”

“Sorry. Soulmates and serious shit aren’t my strong suit. You know that.”

“Yeah, but I figured you would know something. You flirt with everyone you see.”

Paul shook his head, weakly denying David’s claims. “This girl has got you practically wrapped around her finger! This is embarrassing for you.”

David crossed his arms and glared at Paul. “At least I’m not saying the wrong name during sex!”

Paul put his hands on his hips, “It was an accident!”

David stole the cigarette right from Paul’s fingers and took a drag. “It was embarrassing. That’s what it was.”

“I don’t care. Marko ate them a week later anyways.”

“Yeah, 'cause you begged him too.”

“Shut up!” Paul tried to grab the cigarette back from David, but he swatted him off.

“You shut up!��

“No, you shut up!”

“Paul!”

“David! Hi!” Both the blondes froze and looked at the person who walked over.

David quickly regained composure and pretended as if nothing happened. Paul did the same, coughing, trying to clear his throat.

“Hey, sweetheart,” David was playing it cool as if his last twenty minutes of mooning over this woman didn’t just happen. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to stop by the video store and return my movies. I spotted Dwayne, and he said you were over here.”

David could not focus on a thing she said. Instead, he just stared at her. His eyes turned into little hearts, his mind focusing on how the moonlight and the neon signs of the boardwalk made her glow. How her big smile made his dead heart beat again, and how she spoke with such kindness to him. David was a killer, and as pretty as he was, people were not nice to him.

“Dude,” Paul elbowed him.

“Sorry, what? I zoned out,” David lied.

“I just asked if you wanted to go get something to eat,” (Y/N) said.

“The lady is telling me to get lost!” Paul jokingly put his hands on his chest and faked disgust.

(Y/N) laughed, “I am not! Go and find your other boyfriends and see what they’re doing. I’m sure you’ll have fun. Come on, David,” She held out her hand for him to take.

David dropped his cigarette and stomped it out with his boot, quickly taking (Y/N)’s hand and letting her drag him off further on the boardwalk.

“So what have you been up to tonight, Princess?” David asked, wrapping an arm around (Y/N) as they walked off.

“Okay, leave without saying goodbye,” Paul said to himself, somewhat joking. “I see how it is!” He eyed his cigarette, the one David threw on the ground.

“Can I…” He squinted his eyes at the butt. “Nah...” He deemed it unsalvageable. “I’ll just have another one.”

Paul patted his pockets trying to find his pack of cigarettes. “Ugh, come on–” He pulled it out and opened it up. “Are you serious?!”

There were none left.

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years

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Yes, they many be doe-eyed trash boy goblins...

But they are MY doe-eyed trash boy goblins.

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rebelliousstories · 5 months

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Celebrate

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Marko x Reader

Fandom: The Lost Boys

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Vampirism

Word Count: 1,585

Masterlist: Here

The Lost Boys Masterlist: Here

Summary: If anyone can convince the boys to put in a little effort for the holiday, surely it’s Marko?

Marko was the more oriented of the blonde terror twins. Opposed to Paul, he could focus on one thing for a while without needed other stimuli. His jacket was evidence of that. A testament to his unwavering dedication to his art. So when he meets someone at the boardwalk with an equally detailed, somewhat chaotic, and colorful jacket, he just has to meet them. Which is what led him to her. They bonded over one night with their shared love for patches and any other form of art. What started off as a means to get a meal, turned in to a blossoming friendship, which led to a beautiful and meaningful relationship. With this love for art, came a love for holidays and decorating. Marko shared her love for al things festive and would help her decorate; New Year’s, Halloween, Valentine’s Day, Summer Solstice, Spring and Fall Equinoxes, and Christmas, and the Winter Solstice. But when she moved in to the cave to be closer to Marko, there were certainly some hesitation for her love of decorating.

Namely, David. He did not mind her, but the love for decorating he could do without. However, this did little to discourage her as she made her way around, finding new places to hang tinsel and garland. She had already scooped out a place to put up a tree. But it seemed Marko was the only one on board with her decorating. They took to the boardwalk one night to find some last minute decorations for the cave.

“Hey Marky,” she asked, looking at an ornament. The vampire came up and rested his hands on her waist, and head on her shoulder. He hummed in acknowledgment before pressing light kisses to her neck.

“Do you think the boys would wanna help with the decorations? I know Laddie we can get on board but, like, Dwayne, and Paul, and David. Do you think we could convince them?” Turning in Marko’s arms, he ceased his attack on her neck. She looked up at her lover with a hopeful expression. He thought about it for a minute.

“We can try. Might have to be a tag team effort but, I’m sure we can convince at least some of them.” It was not the best answer, but it was the best she had for the time being. After having a good day’s sleep, the couple woke the following evening to put their plan into motion.

Operation: Celebration and Decorations

Paul was fairly easy to convince. He loved the chance to have a good time, and usually followed plans when they were given to him.

“Hey Paul?” Marko called out, pulling on his boots one evening after they woke up. The other blonde looked over towards the cherub with wide eyes as he was stuck in between getting into his jacket, and then rolling a blunt.

“Wanna help me and love decorate the front of the cave for Christmas?” He stood up and took the blunt from the other vampire so he could finish getting dressed. Paul shrugged his shoulders that the jacket now covered. He took back the blunt from Marko with a, “sure dude!” One down, two to go.

Dwayne was a little harder. He was a rule follower when he wanted to be, and that was apparently now.

“Dwayne?” She came up to the vampire as he waited for Star and Laddie to show up at the boardwalk to go home. He turned to her without saying a word, just raised an eyebrow.

“Will you help Marko, Paul, Laddie, Star and I decorate the cave for Christmas?” Her request was said so sweetly that Dwayne almost gave in. And with the added bonus of doing it with and for Laddie, he almost said yes. But Dwayne called out her name, dragging it out.

“You remember what David said. He doesn’t want the cave all glittered up.” He dragged the woman back so she was looking at him. She knew he was serious but so was she.

“We’re not gonna use glitter. Besides, it’s Laddie’s first Christmas. Please, Dwayne?” The woman turned on the puppy dog eyes, and watched as Dwayne thought it over in his head. Silence stretched long enough that she had considered using another angle to get him to say yes.

“Alright. For Laddie.” Her squeal of delight pulled a small chuckle out of the vampire in front of her before she hoped on the back of Marko’s bike to await his return.

Only one left.

“No.”

“Come on, David!” Marko begged, watching David walk away from him.

“Marko, no. I will tolerate your human. I will even accept the fact that you are putting up decorations for Christmas. But I will not be any part of it.” He continued to walk away from his vampire brother, wanting the conversation to end desperately.

“David, just, please! Will you stop for a second and listen!” Marko surged forward and grabbed the bleach blonde vampire by the arm. Said vampire turned swiftly and yanked his arm from Marko’s grasp. The pair stood there for a minute as David stared down the cherubic boy in front of him.

“I know you don’t like Christmas and celebrating, David. But she does. This is important to her. Plus, Laddie is really looking forward to celebrating. You’re not going to let Laddie down now right?” It was a dirty trick, but Marko knew that David held a secret soft spot for the young boy. A noise brought the vampires attention to the front of the cave.

Dwayne had Laddie on his shoulders while the young vampire threw tinsel around one of the ledges in the cave. Paul was blasting music on their boombox while Star stayed near Dwayne spotting Laddie. The other girl in the cave was busy sorting out the ornaments for the tree that was going to go in the cave tomorrow night when they could go get it. It was genuinely wonderful to see everyone in the cave laughing and having a good time. Without looking at Marko, David spoke.

“Fine. One thing. I’m only doing one thing and that’s it.” David continued to walk away from Marko, who did not follow him this time. The bleach blonde vampire sat wordlessly in his wheelchair and simply watched everyone for the time being.

Okay. Now they had everyone on board. Time to get this show on the road.

The following evening, everyone was busy decking out the cave. Star was working with Paul to throw the garland around the tree, which was somewhat working. It mostly succeeded because of Star, but she did get plenty of giggles out of watching Paul try his best. Laddie and Dwayne were wrapping Paul’s presents because if they did it any sooner than tonight, he would have torn into them already. Plus, he was distracted, giving them plenty of time to get it done. Marko and his lover were placing stocking all around the fountain, and putting more tinsel around as well. And David sat in his chair, smoking a cigarette.

By the time David had finished his third cigarette, the only thing left were the ornaments for the tree. Everyone gathered around and picked up an ornament each to start placing on the tree.

“David, come on!” He heard Marko’s girlfriend exclaim from the other side of the cave. Sighing, he pushed the fourth unlit cigarette behind his ear and stood. David made his way over to the group and reluctantly snatched an ornament just like the rest of them. Laddie got up on Dwayne’s shoulders to place ornaments near the top, while Paul held up a box of the colorful decorations for the both of them to choose from. Soon enough, all the ornaments had been placed on the tree. It truly looked like the kind of thing out of a Christmas Hallmark film, except it was missing the topper. Marko left, but returned quickly, this time with a new box. A crystallized, star tree topper awaited them. All of them, except David who had already turned to leave again, but a hand on his arm stopped him. Turning his head, he caught the eyes of Marko’s love.

“I did my one Christmas decoration thing. I’m done.” He said with a voice devoid of emotion.

“Will you put the topper on?” She requested, with a sweet voice. But David stood strong.

“Have Laddie do it. He’s already up that high anyways.” David shrugged off her hand with a grumble.

“The tree topper is usually reserved for the head of the family, David.” Dwayne inserted quietly. By now, everyone was staring at the vampire with his back still turned. The look on Dwayne’s face was unreadable, but David knew. He knew that he would not have told him that information unless it was true. Letting his eyes rake over the faces of everyone else, David saw the same look in their eyes. With a sigh, he turned back and got the star topper out of the box. Looking at the top, David flew up to be level with the top of the tree, and ever so gently, lowered the topper down. When he returned to the ground, no one could peel their eyes from the tree, including him. It was just what they needed to complete the magnificent work of art. Marko wrapped his arm around David’s shoulders, and released him with a comforting squeeze. Maybe celebrating Christmas was not as bad as he thought.

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: swearing, David vamps out, mention of feeding

“where are you going dressed like that?” David asked while he laid on my bed. I shot him a look over my shoulder.

“it’s Halloween dumbass.” I shot back. David raised an eyebrow at me. “Halloween? Trick or treating?” David shrugged and shook his head in confusion.

”I think you’re forgetting I haven’t heard of half these things. Nor do I care about them.” David let his head fall back against my pillows, his eyes falling closed.

“you only care about them when it means I spend the whole day in the cave.” I teased as I laid down on top of him. David made a noise and wrapped his arms around me tightly. He pressed a kiss to my forehead as I leaned my head against his cheek. “You know, you wouldn’t have to hide tonight.” David pulled back to look at me.

“what?” He asked. “You mean go out as a vampire? That’s…that would…people would freak out.” I shook my head as I climbed off him and sat up.

“no they wouldn’t. People dress up as vampires all the time. And far worse too.” I told him as David sat up. “One year someone dressed up as a zombie. And I once had a teacher who didn’t wear their prosthetic and went as Georgie from IT. Blood and gore and everything.” David looked at me curiously.

“you’re kidding me.” He chuckled. I shook my head. “You’re serious.”

“of course I’m serious. Everyone loves going bigger and better. More blood. More guts. More gore.” I shrugged. “Or I can dress you up like a Ken doll and you can follow me around all night instead of sneaking away to feed.” David’s eyes narrowed.

“you wouldn’t.” He growled. He flipped me over and pinned me on the bed. I smiled up at him as he scowled down at me, his eyes flashing briefly before he got himself under control again. “You dress me up like a fucking doll…” David hissed, leaning down to gently rake his fangs over my neck. “And you join me the old fashioned way. A lot sooner than we planned.” I giggled and gently pushed on David’s shoulders. He leaned back enough for me to slip out from under him before turning to sit down.

“I won’t. I promise.” I said as I leaned down to kiss him, cupping his cheek and rubbing my thumb over his stubble. “But please consider…” David nodded as he leaned up to kiss me again.

“maybe.” He responded. “That’s the best I can do.” I nodded.

“that’s all I ask. For you to consider it.” David nodded and stood up. “Ready to go anyway?”

“yeah.” He raked his eyes over me. “Fuck me. I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands to myself tonight.” I laughed as David pulled me to him by my hips.

“Put your hand on my waist all night then.” I teased as I wrapped my arms around his neck. David growled and leaned into my neck, pressing kisses to my pulse point. “No reason for you to not touch me. David.” I moaned as he smiled against my throat.

“I like that.” He groaned, pressing himself more firmly against me. “I know I know. We need to leave before I do something.” He pulled away, brushing some hair out of my face. I nodded before wrapping my arm around him and turning to head out. Pausing, I leaned over to whisper in his ear.

“if you vamp out tonight, not only do you get to feed, but I’ll let you have your way with me when we get back.” David stiffened before relaxing against my side.

“damn.” He breathed out. “Make it after the feeding and we have a deal sweetheart.” I nodded and David pulled me into a searing kiss. He pulled back and I watched as his features morphed. I smiled softly at him and kissed him gently before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. I paused before opening it and kissed him again.

“thank you.” I whispered before pulling him out into the night.

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Paul Fluff Alphabet

Requested: No

Warnings: Vampires, mentions of drugs

Full credit to whoever created this template (I still don’t actually know who that is). Gif credit to the owner. Also, I changed the prompt for letter Q from quaint to quickstep.

Well here it is. I am so in love with him it’s not even funny. This is 4K words. My longest fluff alphabet yet.Also, a huge thank you to the like 2 people who were interested in seeing this. You’re the best!

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Uh, everything. No, really though, man loves everything about you. He thinks you are the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen, and he feels so lucky to be yours. He especially loves that you’re willing to go absolutely crazy with him and get into all sorts of trouble. That spirit of yours fires him up. If you asked him what he finds the most attractive about you he’d probably wink and say something like, ‘your butt, babe.’ Just smack him in the back of the head and he’ll give you a real answer.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Okay, so babies are not really in the cards for you two, considering Paul’s vampire problem (and yours one day too). That being said, he would have really liked to have kids with you. He would have definitely been the fun dad. Everything would have been a good time and discipline would not have been his strong suit, so it’s probably better that the two of you don’t ever have kids. He’s okay with not ever getting to have kids with you because you’re the only family he needs (and the boys) which he makes sure to remind you of constantly. Plus, you guys have Laddie and that’s good enough for him.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

This man loves to cuddle. He loves it. He doesn’t have a favorite position, just so long as the two of you are pressed together and his hands are on you then he’s happy. Paul is a very touchy person, so cuddling is always heaven for him. Most of your cuddling takes place in the cave. It’s just easier that way. The two of you will press up against each other on the couch, Paul’s arms immediately wrap around you. Your head on his chest, your hands holding his or wrapped around his waist, his fingertips drawing patterns on your hip, your fingers running through his hair, he loves it all. He really loves pressing his face against your neck. You smell so sweet to him, so he will take any chance he can get to nuzzle his nose against your skin. When the two of you lay down in your nest for the day, you more often than not, end up facing each other, your foreheads pressed together, your hands playing with his hair, and his arms wrapped around you. Basically, just cuddle Paul whenever you can. He loves it.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Going on dates with Paul is a lot of fun because you never know where you’re gonna end up. He has a couple of basic dates, going to the record store, hitting every ride on the boardwalk, beach dates, and bike dates, but they never end the same. He’s keeping things fresh and looking for new spots to explore. Paul is always doing the absolute most and making sure that you’re having a good time whenever the two of you go out. You ride with the boys to the boardwalk and when you get there, Paul shouts, ‘date night!’ and the two of you peel off from the others. Paul really likes record store dates because the two of you will spend hours flipping through the records and tossing covers to each other of the albums you think the other will like. Whenever a good song starts to play, Paul looks over at you and starts mouthing the words to you from across the store. If you try to hide from him when he does then he saunters over and starts actually singing to you, his arms moving to wrap around your waist. Sometimes he goes over to the store’s record player and swaps out the albums to your favorites and no one says a word to him about it. Other times, he’ll grab your hands and dance through the aisles with you.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Everything.

You are the love of his eternal life. You are his family, his best friend, his babe. You walked into his life, and he would die if you ever walked out of it. Paul often talks about how you are all he needs. It’s whispered quietly in the early morning light before the two of you fall asleep, while his forehead is pressed to yours and his eyes are closed. He’s smiling as he’s telling you that you are everything to him. He would be so lost without you.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

The moment he saw you? Really, though, the moment he truly knew that he loved you and, more importantly, that you loved him was when you saw his vampire form and didn’t immediately scream and run. It was a very vulnerable moment for a not so vulnerable guy, and he was very nervous in the days leading up to his big reveal. He had told you that he had a pretty big secret that he wanted to share with you and even though you had held his hands and looked him straight in the eyes as you told him that he could tell you anything, he was nervous. He had brought you to a secluded part of the beach and in true Paul fashion, he just jumped right in and transformed. He had put plenty of space between the two of you in hopes that it would help you feel safe, and he just stood there, waiting. You had stared at him, your eyes wide and your jaw dropped, but you didn’t move, and you didn’t say anything. Paul was crawling out of his skin. The silence was killing him, and he could barely stand still, but he knew he had to for you. Then you took a shaky step closer, and he couldn’t help it, he moved closer as well. The two of you met in the middle and your shaky hands moved to rest on his cheeks. He melted into your touch, his eyes closing. He knew then that you’d never leave him and he’d never leave you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Yes, at certain times he is. Paul is really loud and excited, and he loves to have a good time, so things can be rushed with him and with that rushing can come some rougher movements, but it’s never intentional. He just needs to slow down and if you tell him that then he’ll take extra care to not pull you so hard on the boardwalk or to slow his bike down a bit. Paul really cares about your comfort; he just needs some guidance sometimes. That being said, he does have his moments of gentleness that are entirely him. When the two of you first wake at night, he doesn’t want to get up right away, so he pulls you closer and presses soft kisses all over your face. If you whisper to him then he’ll whisper back, his eyes still closed as you start to stir. Before you get up, he presses one last gentle kiss to your lips.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Whenever the two of you are at the boardwalk, he is holding your hand. Paul is a wanderer, so he likes to interlock his fingers with yours. This ensures that the two of you don’t get separated and it also makes it easier for him to drag you along when something catches his eye, which is quite often. When he gets excited about a new ride or a new shop, he’ll squeeze your hand and pull you over to check it out. He’s been known to pull your interlocked hands up to his lips and kiss your knuckles. He smirks at you whenever he does. Paul loves holding your hand, so even when the two of you stop moving, he doesn’t let go. And if he does then his arm is around your shoulders or he’s squeezing your waist. Man has to be touching you at all times.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

Love at first sight. As soon as he saw you, he needed to know you. You were flipping through records in his favorite shop and if he had been breathing then he would have stopped right then and there. If his heart had been beating it would have sped up to an ungodly rhythm. He honestly had no idea what to do at first. Like he was so struck by you that he couldn’t just walk over and start talking to you. Marko and Dwayne had to push him over, his head was spinning. Then you looked at him and smiled and he knew. He plastered on his own charming smile and leaned against the table next to the two of you. Your smile grew bigger, and he felt a calmness wash over him and he started flirting heavily. As each second passed he moved in closer to you, that fuzzy feeling in his chest growing.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

He really doesn’t. Because he knows that nothing compares to him. You chose to spend eternity with him, and he knows that there is nothing in the mortal world that could ever pull you away from him. He does get a little annoyed when someone continues to pursue you when it’d been made clear that you are not interested. Like don’t they see him standing there? Don’t they see his hand in your back pocket? They’re being stupid and it’s annoying him. Usually, you steer him away from the person before he can do anything crazy, but you better believe that he committed their face to memory and he will be making a meal of them later.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Paul’s kisses are fast and messy. Definitely full of passion too. He loves kissing you, so expect a lot of lip locking when you’re with him. He’s capable of more gentle kisses, but he gets so excited that you really can’t expect them often. He does try, okay.

He did. He’s Paul. Of course, he did. It was your second date and Paul had taken you down to the beach to enjoy a bonfire. Something told you that he hadn’t built that fire himself, but you didn’t really care. It was there and the atmosphere was too good to go around questioning things. Paul was sitting impossibly close to you in the sand, staring at the side of your face as you looked into the fire. His fingertips danced across your bare shoulder and your head snapped to him, your eyes locking with his. He flashed you a charming smile as he moved in closer to you. You stayed where you were, a small smirk gracing your lips. Paul’s smile widened as he closed the gap between you two, pressing his lips roughly to yours, teeth clashing slightly. You responded immediately, your fingers tangling in his hair and his hands moving to grip your waist tightly. You pulled back, sucking air into your lungs quickly. Paul smirked and licked your cheek before claiming your lips again.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Paul said it first. The two of you were on the boardwalk. Paul was sitting on one of the railings and you were standing between his legs, your elbows resting on his knees and his arms wrapped around your shoulders. He had been pressing kisses to your neck and you were trying to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks. You whined his name and he smirked, barely pulling away, so his lips brushed your neck as he spoke, ‘come on, baby, you know you love me.’ And you rolled your eyes and snorted, shaking your head. Paul pulled back further, ‘alright, you may not love me, but I certainly love you, sugar.’ Your head snapped in his direction and although he was smirking, his eyes were genuine. You crashed your lips against his, muttering your own ‘I love you’ between kisses. Kisses that Paul was only too happy to return.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Look, he honestly loves every moment he spends with you, but if Paul had to pick one specific memory of the two of you it would definitely be the very first time he took you for a ride on his bike. At this point, you were still human, so you were a bit apprehensive when he straddled his bike and held his hand out to you. He could see the nervousness on your face, and he chuckled quietly, ‘come on, sugar, you know I won’t let anything happen to you.’ Your heart fluttered, he heard it, and you took his hand, letting him pull you onto the bike behind him. With a smirk, he told you to hold on tight and he immediately took off. To you it felt like you guys were going 100mph, but truthfully, Paul had been taking it slower than normal. That is until he heard your sweet laughter. With the wind whipping at your face and Paul’s maneuvering, you found yourself lost in the moment. Paul took the chance to go a bit faster and when you didn’t freak out, he went faster again. It was just the two of you and the wind and he couldn’t have been happier.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Yeah. He loves to spoil you with little trinkets that he gets with his five-finger discount. It’s never anything big or crazy, but he loves to give you gifts. You were eyeing a pair of earrings on the boardwalk? The next day you find them in your jacket pocket. You’ve been meaning to pick up a new book? Paul is tossing it to you before you can even leave the cave. Sometimes it’s just a pretty shell or some beach glass. Something pretty that he saw that he thought you would like. Your nest in the cave is filled with all manner of little charms that Paul has gifted to you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red

Bright and passionate. Whenever Paul sees the color red, which is quite often, he thinks of you. He thinks of the fun the two of you have together. He thinks of flashing lights blurring by the two of you as you ride down the boardwalk together, your arms wound tightly around his waist as his bike picks up speed. Red is fiery like you. It burns and he loves it.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Man has got a list of pet names. The most notable ones are babe and sugar. It doesn’t stop there though; he’s calling you every name in the book. Baby, girlie, baby girl, hot stuff, he’s got so many nicknames. He almost never uses your given name (unless the situation calls for it). He just has so much fun with the pet names, especially the ones that seem to make you all flustered. Make sure you dish them back to him because he dies when you call him baby or hot stuff. Just be prepared because as soon as one of those pet names passes your lips, he’s on you. He can’t help himself.

Q = Quickstep (How do they feel about dancing?)

Paul loves to dance, and he especially loves to dance with you. He will take any chance he can get to turn the volume on the rock box all the way up and dance around with you. He doesn’t care if it disturbs everyone else in the cave, he’s doing it. Paul will also dance with you if there’s no music around. All of you will be on the boardwalk, just standing by the railings, looking for your next meal and Paul will grab your waist and start swaying with you. It earns a laugh from you and an eye roll from David every time. Paul absolutely loves it though and will pull you closer and start singing quietly in your ear as he continues to sway.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy days are cave days. None of the boys feel like going anywhere, especially with the bikes, so you all stay in and have a good time together. Paul breaks out his rock box and immediately starts dancing with you. The other boys watch on in amusement and Marko and Dwayne each take a turn spinning you around the makeshift dance floor as Paul rolls a few joints. You all settle down at some point and Paul pulls you into his lap and you share a joint. You and David talk about books while Paul and Marko wrestle each other as the music continues to blare. At one point Laddie crawls into your lap and asks for a story. As you’re telling him some fairytale you remember from when you were a kid, Paul looks over and smiles at the two of you. Marko takes advantage of his momentary distraction and slams him to the floor, proclaiming victory. You laugh quietly as Paul jumps up and tackles his brother to the floor. Dwayne rolls his eyes, and you go back to your story. Paul eventually makes his way over and lays his head on your shoulder, listening to the end of the story. As the night winds down, Dwayne grabs a sleeping Laddie from you and Paul doesn’t hesitate to lead you over to your guys’ little nest. He turns the music off before he lays you down and wraps you up in his arms. The two of you talk quietly as the rain continues to pour outside until you fall asleep.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Paul’s not really one to get sad. He’s too full of life and fun to ever really let feelings like sadness get to him. He has had his moments though and before you came along, his brothers usually just left him to it, knowing that he would snap himself out of it eventually and be fine. You, however, really want to help him when you notice that he seems a bit down, so you turn on the rock box and sing along at the top of your lungs, dancing around the space as he watches you. It’s not long before he’s smiling and jumping up to dance with you, pressing a hard kiss to your lips. Basically, if you want to cheer Paul up all you have to do is something crazy that he’ll want to join in on. If Paul notices that you’re not really being yourself and you seem sad then he’s going to try his hardest to cheer you up. He can’t stand to see you upset, so he’s suggesting date night or a dance session. If you agree, then he’s dragging you out and showing you the time of your life. If you’re not really feeling it, then he’s at a bit of a loss. Doing something fun and crazy always cheers him up, so he’s not really sure what to do next. At that point he’ll just sit with you and hold you because that’s all he can think of. He’s always shocked when it works.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Listen, he’s kind of a chatterbox. Like sometimes you have to yell at him to get him to shut up. It’s good though because you two are going to spend eternity together, you don’t want to run out of things to talk about. Paul can talk a mile a minute about anything. Music is probably his favorite thing to talk about honestly. Which bands rock and which ones suck, his favorite song, your favorite song, who’s a better drummer, anything to do with music. The one thing you’ve noticed that Paul refuses to talk about is his life before he became a vampire. If you ever try to get him to open up about his human life, he changes the subject. It’s a sore spot for him and he’d rather not discuss it. He does love to tell stories about the boys though. Like the time he and Marko broke a table at the local diner (like the tabletop clean in half) and had to hightail it out of there before David found out. Or about the first time they all went to that bridge. Paul has endless stories, and he loves telling them.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Paul is definitely a really free, unconcerned person for the most part. He doesn’t let a lot of things get to him, so when he needs to relax it’s because he’s overstimulated himself with his lifestyle and he needs to take it down a bit before he flies through a wall. A smoke and cuddle session is the perfect way to bring him back down to Earth before he hurts himself. Paul will be bouncing off the walls and all you have to do is sit down on the couch and light up one of his joints. He’ll immediately hone in on you and before he even realizes it, his feet have carried him over to the couch. You smile up at him, patting the cushion beside you. He’ll flop down and take the joint from your outstretched hand, using his other hand to pull you into his lap. A few puffs later and he’s melted into the couch, his face buried in your neck and his free hand drawing shapes on your skin.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Oh, Paul is very proud of his hair. Can you blame him? It’s beautiful. He definitely puts a lot of care into it and it’s what people first notice about him when they see him. He loves that you love his hair too and he probably takes a little more care than usual now that you’re around. He needs his hair to be as appealing as possible because he’s just waiting for you to run your fingers through it. It’s the best feeling.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Paul didn’t actually propose to you or at least not in any traditional sense. When he revealed his true nature to you, and you didn’t run screaming he took it as a good sign. Then when he asked you to join him for eternity and sleep all day and party all night and you said yes, it was an even better sign. In his brain, you saying yes to becoming a vampire was you saying yes to being with him. So a few weeks after you had fully turned, he asked when you wanted to have your “wedding.” You were a little taken back, but as the question settled, you realized that his train of thought had actually made a lot of sense and you wanted to do something special to commemorate your relationship, so you guys agreed to have your ceremony the next day.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

I was Made for Lovin’ You – KISS

The second that Paul laid eyes on you he knew. He knew that the two of you were meant to be together. He could feel it in his vampire soul. Paul is totally convinced that the two of you were made for each other. Like he didn’t believe in fate or anything like before he met you, but once he knew you, he was sure there was some kind of divine power that brought you two together. He can’t get enough of you. Also, he sings this song to you constantly and is always saying, ‘it’s our song, babe.’

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes, of course. Because just saying that you’re going to spend eternity together is not enough. The two of you can’t get married in the traditional sense, going down to the courthouse and getting a marriage license, but you can have your own little ceremony. This ceremony just consists of Paul grabbing both of your hands in his and pressing his forehead to yours. He calls you wifey and kisses you hard on the lips. When he pulls away, he promises to always be yours and you do the same. Then the two of you go to a tattoo shop on the boardwalk, he gets your initial on his left ring finger and you get a P on yours.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Paul definitely wants a big dog, but he is so not allowed to have one. He would be terrible at taking care of one and no matter how much you try to convince David that you’ll help, he still says no. Paul is bummed about it, but he appreciates you being on his side and trying to help him get his wish.

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The List

Author: Sad Ghost of Garbage

Character: David, The Lost Boys. G/N reader

Word count: 1682

Warnings: Toxic love. Vampires. Blood. Forced turning (mentioned). Swearing. Manipulation. David is a meanie and this is not healthy and kinda dark but fuck it. This is a darker fic, as I personally headcannon David to be a little bit darker but it is not super dark.

The List

When you had found out what David and the boys were, you didn't care, it didn't change the love you had for David or the boys. But with it, came David's offer of immortality, Immortality scared you a bit, you had no reservations about spending eternity with David, but the thought of dying had you a little freaked out. This displeased David immensely. You were his mate, the other half of his soul, the one he was meant to spend eternity with. He was overthinking the reasons why you were hesitating on this, could it be you didn’t love him, did you think he couldn’t provide for you? None of this was actually said to you of course, because David did what David does best… Brood, silently, with a cigarette. It took a lot of reassurance on your part to convince David that you were going to stay with him forever, you just needed some time to get used to the idea of dying and to do things that you've always wanted to do but wouldn't be able to once you've died. That's how you came up with your list, a list of things you were going to do before you died, and once that list was done that’s it. That's when he was going to change you.

Things on your list had been marked off with steady progress and had gone on without a hitch. Until today, when the activity on your list turned out to be more dangerous than you anticipated. Just as the sun was setting and you were finishing your activity, with terrible luck you managed to get into an accident that could have ended much worse if David and the boys hadn’t been there to rescue you.

The sharp sound of your stumbling footsteps break through the silent atmosphere of the cave, as David drags you down further into the cold cavern.

“David, wait.” Your plea fell on deaf ears as the hand gripping your arm simply tightened and pulled you along with a sharp tug. You knew the grip he had on your arm was already bruising from the pain that erupted when he had pulled you off his bike the moment you arrived. David drags you into the cave, upon reaching the main room he yanks you forward with excessive force and shoves you into the ground. The cold, roughness of the cave floor bites into your hands and knees as you brace your fall with them. Looking up towards the man with eyes blown wide, “David I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”.

“You stupid little girl/boy.” David was furious, never had he ever actually said something to you with such venom in his voice. “Fuck it, I’m changing you right now.” Icy cold chills run through your body. Eyes going wide you try to scramble away but David catches you and pulls you to your knees by the chin, the hard sound of your heart pumping was loud in your ears. Not once had you ever been scared of David, scared by him or of the things he could do, sure; but not once had you ever feared him. And that is exactly what you were feeling, cold sharp fear.

“David d-don’t, you said you wouldn’t.” With the fear of his declaration, you try to shove him away, trying to get out of his arms. But with no luck he pulls you into him with his hand moving from your chin to your hair and gripping it with an iron fist. “Please don’t, y-you p-promised.” No matter how much you didn’t want them to, there was nothing you could do to stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. Your breathing was coming out in gasps and sobs, as you tried to plead with him, to remind him of the agreement the both of you had made.

“Why should I wait, hmm? So you can get yourself killed before you have to become like me? No, you don’t get to make that choice.” Shaking with fear your throat tightens up and you could barely choke out,

“It was an accident, I didn’t mean for it to happen. I still want to be like you,-” you don't get a chance to finish your sentence before David is crouching down next to you in a way that reminds you that you are prey, and this thing in front of you, was the predator.

“Good, then you have no reason to be fighting me.” In the blink of an eye he has you trapped in his arms, making a move for your neck. Out of sheer panic and as a last ditch effort, you cry,

“Wait, change me in October.” Time seemed to slow. There was a pregnant pause as David pulled away from your neck. The sharp canines pulled against your soft flesh leaving droplets of crimson to pool where he was beginning to sink them in.

“Why October?” He said lowly, with a slight pinch in his brow. You stutter and stammer to answer before his patience runs out,

“I’ve always wanted to get married in October. And this is kind of like getting married right?” you let out a nervous dry laugh. “I mean I’m tying myself to you for eternity and giving myself to you.” David is silent and you see there is still a fire raging behind his eyes, but he doesn't make a move to tear into your throat. “It would be romantic, and it would replace a wedding, do vampires even get married?” David, ignoring your question altogether, maneuvers in a way where he is once again towering over you.

“Fine. You have until October to finish what is on your list.” A sense of relief passes though your body but it goes as quickly as it came when David continues. “But if you pull something like this again, if your life gets put at risk, just know that I am changing you. I dont give a fuck if something happens tomorrow, or a day before October. You won't have a choice. Do you understand me?” David grabs your chin with a tight grip and forces you to look up at him, stretching your neck uncomfortably. Taking a shaky breath you try to nod but his grip is making it hard to move. “I said. Do. You. Understand. Me?” Small waves of fear churned in your gut, the gaze in his eyes left no room to argue, so you didn’t.

“Yes David I understand.” He lets go of your chin letting you slump to the ground. He simply turns and takes a few steps before collapsing onto his wheelchair.

The cave is silent as you watch David smoke his cigarette, trying to control your breathing so it doesn't break the silence. You don’t dare take your eyes off him, or move to alleviate the pain that is coursing through your body from the rough treatment and your awkward position on the floor. The adrenaline was wearing off, but the fear was still there. After what felt like ages David took a deep breath and as if for the first time that night he smelled your fear, turning toward you he gestured you over with a pat on his thigh. Still unsure and terrified he might rage and change his mind, you hesitated. Gesturing again with a pat on his thigh this time being accompanied by a soft look in his eyes and a gentle,

“C’mere kitten.” The fire and rage was gone from his eyes and all that was left was David, your David. You struggle to get your limbs moving, the aching biting pain protesting your attempt at movement. You manage to sort of crawl the short distance over to David. He reaches down and pulls you up so you're straddling his lap. When he raises a hand to your cheek there is no roughness, no iron grip as he lifts your chin and begins to gently wipe away the remaining tears on your face. The calming allure of David's usual demeanor has tears welling back up in your eyes as you finally have a chance to breathe. “Shh, It’s alright kitten.” This was your David, and you couldn’t help but break when you were in his arms. He was your safe space, the place you went to when the world was too much. This evening has you all sorts of messed up and confused.

“You really scared me David. I-I thought..” The smooth leather of his gloves making soothing passes over your cheeks wiping away the tears as they fell, bringing you comfort as you tried to bury your face further into his embrace.

“You know why I was so angry tonight, right kitten?” He pulls your head back a bit so you are looking into his eyes. Shaking your head, you shift nervously under his gaze. “I can’t lose you y/n. I will not go through the ages without you standing by me and the boys. You’re my queen, your place is here on your throne.” Making a vague gesture to your current seating arrangement upon his lap, he goes on. “I will not lose you.”

“David I’m just scared, a-and no matter how hard I try to come to terms with dying, the thought still scares me.” Seeing a flash of that anger you quickly add, “promise me you'll stay with me the whole time? I don’t want to be alone when it happens.” Your hands quickly find purchase on his chest as you grip at his shirt.

“I am the one changing you kitten. I'll be there the whole time. I will take care of you, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” With that he kisses the top of your forehead and leans back into his chair pulling you down with him. Exhaustion catching up to you, curling into his arms and snuggling into his chest, you hear the echo-y sounds of the boys returning home for the day fade as you fall into a deep slumber..

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Incorrect Lost Boys Quote

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Y/n: *Super sleepy, and bundled in a blanket* I wanna put my titties in your face.

Dwayne: Well come on then Baby. *Grins with his arms held open*

Y/n: *Mirrors grin* Okay here I come! *Slowly shuffles over*

Dwayne: That's my girl. *Places hands on her hips once she approaches*

Y/n: *Unravels blanket, then lifts crop top* Titties! *Falls into Dwayne's lap, practically smothering him*

Dwayne: *Muffled laughter*

Paul: I'm jealous...

Marko: *Nods head in agreement*

David: *Trying desperately to ignore everyone*

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buckybarnesb-tch · 7 months

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[Spicy Edition] Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…

Undress their partner using their teeth?

Have handcuffs in their bedroom (which they may or my not have actually used)?

Have sex on their motorcycle?

Want pillow talk?

Be a voyeur?

Experiment with different sexual positions?

Have sex in the weirdest places?

Have a porn magazine or nude photos stashed away?

Be dominant or have rough sex?

Go commando?

Talk dirty while doing it?

Give oral when someone is on their period?

Walk around the cave naked or sleep naked (or at least attempt it)?

Love early morning sex?

Wax or shave their privates?

Try a threesome?

Lost Boys: Most Likely To {Spicy}

1) Paul or Marko would be the most likely to undress their mate with their teeth. They love to tease everyone as much as possible in anyway they can. When it comes to Y/n however, they will do anything they have to in order to get her going and watching Paul or Marko move your panties out of the way with their fangs just enough to stab their tongue into your cunt is enough to make their mate scream and cry

2) David is probably the most likely to enjoy using handcuffs on you. Imagine him cuffing you to the side of the wheelchair while you’re on his lap so that he can use you however he wants, that is David’s dream interaction with his mate

3) Honestly, every single one of those boys will fuck you on their motorcycle and do it happily. David and Dwayne will both man handle you out of the cave just to bend you over their bike and fuck you 7 ways to Sunday, Marko will excitedly fuck you on his bike right there on the boardwalk and use his body to keep people from seeing parts of you that are for his view only, and Paul would be the one to force you to ride him while the bike is moving! While he rides with you down the boardwalk and onto the beach you’ll feel every jerk and bump of the bike as he moves inside you, not to mention the vibrations

4) Shockingly enough, Dwayne is probably the best when it comes to pillow talk. His deep, heavy voice could make you cum all by itself with the kinds of things that spill from between his lips, telling you how perfect and lovely you are, as well as how tight and warm your pussy is

When it comes to you talking to them however, David enjoys the pillow talk the most. He does talk, sometimes at least, but usually you are the one that ends up speaking to him and you know how much he loves hearing how his cock makes you feel, loves hearing you call him ‘Daddy’ or ‘Mate’ or telling him how amazing being full of his cum feels

5) All of the boys would like watching each other with their mate and then trying to out-do each other which will inevitably leave their mate laid out, exhausted, half asleep, and covered in sweat and cum

6) They all love trying new things with you but Paul would be the most enthusiastic about trying new positions! He would be obsessed with how flexible you are and he would bend you in every which direction he can think of in that moment

7) While they all drag you off in public when they need you, Marko probably finds the weirdest places for the two of you. He once fucked you in the back of a bakery ending up covering the both of you in chocolate icing and stealing a whole box of cream filled donuts before leaving, another time he lifted your skirt and fucked you in the control center of the carousel, and even once bent you over the counter in the back of the Frogs comic store

8) Paul has a whole bunch of porno magazines that he’s stolen over the years, not that he even looks at them much anymore since finding you. Dwayne however had taken to taking as many pictures of you as he could before David talked you into turning, convincing you to take quite a few half and completely nude pictures for him which he later shares with the guys after you’re turned and you can no longer have your picture taken

9) All 4 of your vampires are very dominant , they crave a submissive mate which is why you’re perfect, David and Dwayne are probably the most dominant but honestly they’re all desperate to dominate you. Even when you are on top and seem to be in charge, you never truly are

10) Paul is probably the most likely to go commando, maybe Marko once in a while to tease you, but it’s rare

11) They’re all dirty talkers, every single one of those horn dogs

12) None of the Lost Boys really care about you being on your period, you actually find it gross how much stronger you seem to smell to them and they all love it! They’re not deterred by your period when they want to fuck you in the least, Dwayne however was the first one to shock you by going down on you while you were bleeding, seeming to be more ravenous than normal and you had a hard time prying his face away from your cunt after he had made you cum 6 times! All of the boys had done it after that at some point but Dwayne seemed to almost look forward to it, wanting to enjoy the experience until you were turned and he couldn’t anymore which is why he would often spend hours with his mouth on your cunt at those times of the month (never knowing when you were going to give into David’s pestering of you to turn)

13) The boys couldn’t walk around the cave naked since Laddie was there and you insisted on a certain level of responsibility around the child, however you had them fix up one of the rooms just for him so that he could decorate it and make it his so once he was in there for the night they could do what they wanted and all of them are likely to be naked, especially when following you around after or during sex

14) David was more than often the first one of the boys to wake up and he used those moments to have you all to himself, loving on you and making sure to wake you up in the best way possible, showing you how much the grumpy leader adored you in those sweet moments

15) None of them wax or shave their privates, though Dwayne has been known to keep himself a bit more ‘neat’ with some trimming than his brothers do

16) You’re mated to 4 different vampires who love each other dearly, if you think you’re going to be lucky enough for only 2 of them to be attacking you at once then you’re dreaming girly

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The Lost Girl

You just wanted to travel and forget all about the drama you left behind. You didn't expect to fall in with four boys who would become another family. Maybe more.

[Part Two of Three]

Author’s Note: This is... terrible. As with everything I've written before, I lost interest in this idea. But since I posted part one, I NEEDED to post a part two. Unfortunately, this then turned into three parts, so I need to start writing that now. Joy -_- Words: 7.6K

In the privacy of the cave that was once a popular resort, you pace around the space as you poke at the burning wound on your shoulder. You can already see the venom from the bite poisoning the flesh around the wound and you grimace. "Fuck."

"What can we do?" Dwayne asks.

"Nothing."

Paul and Marko quickly ignite the barrels around the cave as David and Dwayne keep watch over you, and you pull your phone out from your back pocket, sighing with relief when you see you still have two bars of reception. Without meeting anyone's gaze, you find Klaus' contact and call him. The first call goes to voicemail, as does the second, third, and fourth.

"Answer the phone, Niklaus Mikaelson!" You hiss into a voicemail. Then finding Elijah's contact, you call him and sag with relief when you hear him pick up. "Where's your idiot brother?"

"Well hello to you too, Miss Gilbert."

"Elijah, I love you, but now is not the time. I'm on a time limit here. Where. Is. Your. Brother?"

The phone line goes quiet and then, "What happened?"

"A couple of werewolves decided to make camp in territory that doesn't belong to them." There was no beating around the bush. Not if you wanted the cure as soon as possible.

"We're on our way."

"Please hurry."

"Are you in a safe place? Does anyone know what you are?"

"Yeah. My new friends are vampires, but they're different. They're forced to sleep from sunup to sundown."

"Put them on."

"You're on speaker," you say as you press the speaker option.

"To whomever is listening, you need to prepare. YN's health will deteriorate very quickly, and she will hallucinate. She won't know who you are. Do you have a place away from innocent civilians?"

"Yes," David answers. "We're pretty well removed from the humans. At the bottom of Hudson's Bluff, there's an entrance into our home."

"Good. Niklaus and I will get there as quickly as we can. You might want to have chains on hand because YN will either try to harm herself or you. And YN? I know you hate it, but if they sleep while the sun is up, you need to give up your daylight ring so you can't leave."

"Figures." You sigh.

"We'll be there soon."

Elijah hangs up and you place your phone aside on an upturned crate. Pacing once more, you nervously fidget with your daylight ring that Elijah mentioned. You've never felt comfortable parting with it, but you know things are about to get crazy and you can't risk leaving the cave while the boys are sleeping.

"I haven't taken my ring off since it was given to me," you say. Hesitantly, you slip it off and glance at Dwayne. "If you lose it, I will murder you."

Dwayne doesn't even crack a smile, but he does accept the ring when you hold it out for him. He stares at it and then slips it onto his pinky. "You'll get this back as soon as you're cured."

"I know." You smile sadly at him and then meet the concerned gazes of Paul and Marko.

"Do we really need to chain you up?" Paul asks.

"It would be best."

"We're not chaining you up," Dwayne says. "What's the next option?"

"Nothing. If you leave me free, you need to barricade wherever it is you guys' sleep. I don't want to risk flipping my shit and thinking you're all threats when you can't defend yourself."

Marko nods. "We can do that. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Go out and feed. If shit hits the fan when you guys wake up, you're gonna want your full strength."

"We're not leaving you," Dwayne says.

At that, you smile softly. "I'll be fine right now. I'll clean off that mattress over there," you say while pointing to the mattress in question, "and try to get some sleep. It'll start off like a fast-acting flu before the craziness sets in."

Dwayne opens his mouth to retort, but David pulls rank. "She's right. Let's go."

Instead of arguing, Dwayne says, "Fine, but don't mess with that mattress and blanket. We can still access some of the rooms in this place, so we'll find you a better mattress."

"Okay."

As the four boys take their leave, you lay on the sofa and attempt to remain calm. You already know how this is going to go thanks to Rose and Damon being bit by a werewolf before, and you're dreading it.

. .

The boys return hours later- Paul and Marko riding the high of a fuck and feed whereas David and Dwayne have yet to forget what's waiting for them in the cave. They immediately recognize something is off when Paul and Marko go quiet, and then hear Marko hesitantly calling out your name.

David and Dwayne rush into the main room to see you sitting on the couch, hunched over your knees with your hands clasped around your ears. But the moment Marko touches your uninjured shoulder, you snap. You hiss and grab Marko by the throat, moving so fast and pinning him to the couch you were just sitting on.

"Where's my brother?! Who are- what did you do with him?!"

"YN? YN it's me Marko. I don't-"

"Stop lying!"

"Grab her," David says.

Dwayne doesn't waste a second, flying over to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You buck and hiss in his hold, and he's surprised by the strength you possess even while injured. "She's burning up," he tells them.

"Holy shit. Have the hallucinations started already?" Paul asks, helping his stunned brother up.

Marko huffs. "Uh, yeah! Do you think any of us have ever met her brother?"

"Fair."

You continue to scream and thrash, and it isn't until David walks in front of you and grasps your face between his hands do you calm down. "YN. You're in Santa Carla, not Mystic Falls. None of us know who your brother is."

He can see when your mind clears, the glaze in your eyes dimming just a little.

"David..?"

"There you are." The blonde smirks as he releases your face. "I think you gave Marko a bit of a scare."

Your gaze darts to Marko who grins at you and then glance down at the arms banded around you. "What did I do?" You ask.

"Nothing much, girlie," Marko assures you. "I was just surprised by your strength."

"Dwayne?"

"You surprised him by pinning him to the couch. You didn't hurt him."

The moment you sag in Dwayne's hold, David instructs Marko and Paul to get your temporary room ready. Dwayne sets you on your feet, but he doesn't let you go. Instead, he sits on the couch and drags you down until you're sitting sideways on his lap.

"Everything hurts," you whine as you settle, resting your head on Dwayne's shoulder. "I just want it to stop."

"What can we do?"

"Nothing. Only the cure will stop it."

"What is the cure?" David asks. "You never said."

You hesitate to answer, but figure they're going to find out soon anyway. "It's Klaus' blood. It's why ninety-nine percent of infected vampires die. They either don't know there's a cure or Klaus refuses to give up his blood."

"So, he has the ability to infect and save a vampire with his bite and blood?"

Shivering, you nod.

"Did he ever bite you?" Dwayne asks. "When you were enemies?"

"No, but he did bite my friend Caroline. And then he saved her because he's in love with her."

Neither say anything and the only noise is that from Paul and Marko who are setting up your space. You continue to shake and whimper in Dwayne's hold, waiting until you can lay down. And then when it's all done, Dwayne stands and carries you over to the mattress.

"Sun's almost up. Do you need anything?"

"No." You curl up, dragging a sheet over yourself. "Just go and barricade yourselves in. If I somehow find you and you manage to wake up, snap my neck. I'll wake up eventually."

"Dibs on snapping-"

"We're not snapping her neck," Dwayne snarls at Paul. "Shut up."

Paul's eyes widen as Marko snickers at his misfortune. You manage a weak smile before letting your eyes drift close, and then the space darkens when the sheets around you are settled in place.

"You think she'll still be alive when we wake up?" Marko asks.

"Yes."

Dwayne stalks off and the boys watch him go. Only when he's out of earshot does David say, "For all of our sakes, those friends of hers better get here soon. I have a feeling Dwayne will brood for a long while if something happens to YN."

"Are mates real?" Paul suddenly wonders. "Because as far as I know, Dwayne and YN haven't even kissed, and our boy is protective and possessive."

David chuckles. "Who knows. Now come on. Sun's here."

As soon as the words leave David's mouth, shafts of sunlight start filtering in, and the boys make a beeline for the tunnel that leads to their own sleeping quarters.

The moment the sun dips below the horizon and the Lost Boys' eyes snap open, none of them waste another second hanging upside down. They fly down and rush towards the main room but hesitate by the opening of the tunnel to listen for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing seems amiss, so they head on out.

One by one, the vampires spread out with Dwayne heading towards YN's sleeping space. He pulls back the sheets and what he finds has the breath stilling in his lungs. YN lays there, paler than ever with sweat slicked skin. There are dark circles beneath her eyes, and it appears as if she's barely breathing.

"Find her phone. Call her friends. Now!" David barks.

Paul and Marko immediately go on the hunt and Dwayne steps onto the mattress, lowering himself down next to her. "..YN?"

With your peaceful slumber interrupted, your eyes flutter open, but readily fall back shut, and you whine as you register the pain your body is in. "Noooo."

"You gotta get up, sweetheart."

"S'too late. You should go. Don't need to see this." You weakly push at the hand smoothing hair from your forehead. "Go."

"No."

Tears gather behind your eyelids, and you manage to open them to get one last look. You sigh at seeing Dwayne's anguished features and then turn your head, only to find David and the others standing where your sheets once hung. "Thank you. For taking me in," you mumble. "I forgot what it felt like to have people treat me with decency."

"You're talking like you're dyin', girlie," Paul muses. "You ain't goin' nowhere. Not if we have any say so in the matter."

You manage a weak smile before you let your eyes fall shut. "If only.."

"Hey. Hey, no. Open your eyes." Dwayne lifts your upper body, moving behind you to cradle you between his thighs and against his chest. "Open your eyes, YN."

"Stop, Dwayne. Please." Being jostled makes you whimper even more. "It hurts too much."

"Your friends will be here soon."

"Will they?" Your head falls back until it's resting on Dwayne's shoulder, and you open your eyes to see him. You weakly reach up, fingers caressing his jaw as you attempt to smile. "We would have annoyed the others so much."

"We still can."

"Maybe in our next life."

"Well, that's a bit dramatic." The boys all hiss at the accented voice and you choke on a sob. "And here I thought your sister Elena was the best actress in the Gilbert family."

"Klaus."

"Hello, love. You look unwell."

You frown. "I feel like shit."

"Language, Miss Gilbert."

Your gaze slides to Klaus' left and you smile. "Hello, Elijah."

Elijah smiles at you and then turns his attention to his brother. "Please heal Miss Gilbert so that we may convene elsewhere. No offense to your living situation," he then says while nodding at David.

You snort and then groan, and Klaus finally takes pity on you. He pulls something out of his pocket and then tosses it at Dwayne. "Help her drink that."

Dwayne catches a vial in hand, notices the thick red liquid inside, and quickly uncorks it. He holds the vial to your lips, and you readily drink Klaus' blood. You take a moment to catch your breath afterward, groaning as you push yourself to sit up. "Sooo, that was fun. Let's not do it again." Paul and Marko laugh, and then you twist your upper body a little to look at Dwayne. "Aren't you glad I didn't die?"

"I knew you wouldn't."

"Yeah, yeah. Now help me up. I feel gross and need to go back to my hotel to shower." Dwayne hurriedly climbs to his feet, offering you a hand up. You groan some more, stretching and grimacing now that you're no longer horizontal.

"So, like are you healed now?" Paul asks.

"Pretty much. I just need a good shower, a bite to eat, and to listen to my gut instinct and not follow David into the woods to hunt a goddamn werewolf."

Paul and Marko snicker as Elijah and Klaus turn towards the blonde in question. He lazily smirks, uncaring that the most feared vampire and hybrid are staring him down. "You might have followed me into the woods, but you tackled that wolf off of Dwayne when it had him pinned."

Klaus groans and Elijah shakes his head. "We should have known."

"Oh whatever." You avoid everyone's stare except for Dwayne's. "Thanks for tucking me and not leaving when I said so." You wink at him. "I'll meet you on the boardwalk in half an hour."

. .

It doesn't take you long whatsoever to shower, change, and guzzle down a couple blood bags that Elijah had taken the liberty to retrieve for you.

"Well, you look awfully dressed up for this deranged little town," Klaus says.

You smirk and give a little twirl, the skirt of your dress flaring out just above your knees. "Well, I gotta make up for how I looked just an hour ago."

"You really like this vampire, don't you?" Elijah wonders.

You shrug, suddenly bashful as you hunt down your cropped leather jacket. "I mean, he's nice."

Klaus snorts. "Nice doesn't catch your attention, sweetheart. Try again."

Slipping into your jacket, you quietly groan. "He's.. protective. And mine. And if anyone hurts him or his brothers, I will hurt them back."

When you meet the brothers' stare, you find them both smiling at you.

"It's about time you found someone," Elijah says. "Niklaus and I were starting to worry."

"Of course, you were." Your eyes roll, but you're still smiling fondly. "Now can we go? I also want human food now."

You, Elijah, and Klaus run to the boardwalk, blending in with the nightlife so no one sees you appear from between one blink and the next. The boardwalk brings a smile to your face, especially when the Mikaelson's look so out of place.

It isn't hard to find the Lost Boys since you know their usual hangouts and make a beeline for them leaning against the railing near their motorbikes. There are a few girls hanging around them, Paul and Marko eating the attention up and stringing along the poor girls with eyes for them. David and Dwayne, however, seem wholly uninterested in the two girls vying for their attention and you smile mischievously.

You saunter in Dwayne's direction, making sure to catch his gaze as you only have eyes for him. His eyes seem to pass over you before quickly flickering back and the moment his lips curve into a smile, you laugh. The girl who'd been standing too close in order to speak with him looks in your direction, frowning, but you completely ignore her. You walk right up to Dwayne, hands sliding around his bare waist under his jacket as you lean up on the tips of your toes to capture his lips in a kiss. He smiles against your mouth, immediately kissing you back as his own arms wrap around your waist to pull you against him.

The wolf-whistles and jeers from his brothers do nothing to deter you, nor does Elijah and Klaus' presence.

"Uh, excuse me?" The feminine voice interrupting you makes you mentally snarl.

You pull back and glance at the female for a second. "You're excused."

"We were talking."

"No, you were talking, and he was waiting for me. Now run along, little girl. Your presence isn't needed."

"Y'ow! That was cold, girlie." Paul calls out.

You wink at Paul and then look back at Dwayne. Lifting your left hand, you wiggle your empty ring finger. "I believe you have something of mine."

Dwayne smirks as he pulls your daylight ring off his pinky, sensually sliding your ring back into its rightful place. When it's settled on your finger, you chuckle before chastely kissing him again.

The girl who'd been vying for David's attention is apparently the smartest of the bunch and she readily rounds up her girls to walk off. Paul and Marko mockingly wave at them as they scoff at you still in Dwayne's arms, and you press a kiss to his bare chest before stepping aside and tucking yourself under his arm.

"Well, you're feeling better," David drawls.

"Mhm. Nothing like a little blood to perk one right back up."

The Lost Boys all chuckle but leave it to a Mikaelson to bring your mood back down.

"Well since you're in good spirits," Elijah says and your smile drops.

"Elijah, no."

"Your family is growing impatient with your prolonged absence."

You groan. "Have they gotten Bonnie to track me?"

"Yes, but fortunately I thought about that in advance and have had you under a cloaking spell for quite some time now," Klaus says with a smirk. "They're not very happy with me at the moment."

"They never are," you muse. After a moment, you sigh a little as you lean more into Dwayne. "I'm gonna have to visit, aren't I? Just to shut them up."

"Yes."

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as our witch gets your new friends their daylight jewelry."

Klaus and Elijah smirk as it takes a moment for their words to sink in. And when they do, you jerk out of Dwayne's hold. "Wait, what?! You're getting them-"

Klaus shrugs as if it's no big deal. "It's more for me than it is for you. No one other than Elijah and I know your new friends are a different breed of vampires. It'll be a nice surprise when Damon steps out of line."

You huff a laugh and then face the boys. "Would you guys even be interested in leaving Santa Carla for a bit if the jewelry works?"

"Uh, hell yes," Paul blurts.

Marko eagerly nods, Dwayne shrugs, and David frowns.

"We can't leave Santa Carla unprotected. If we do, other vampires are likely to move in."

"Fear not, I'll have some associates stay behind to make sure that doesn't happen," Klaus says. "And they'll even hunt down the wolf who bit YN, and any others trespassing since I'm assuming you boys run the entire city."

David doesn't seem too impressed, but with Paul and Marko overly eager, you can see that he doesn't want to squash their fun. "Are you sure these daylight rings will work for us?" He asks, looking at Elijah and Klaus.

"Yes. Though we figured rings wouldn't fit your aesthetic, so we have leather bracelets being fitted with the spelled stone. They should be ready in a day or two since the witch has to tweak the spell a bit."

"Well okay then."

"Yes!" You beam. Quickly grabbing hold of Dwayne's hand, you start tugging him away from the group. "So, while you all come up with a plan for our departure, Dwayne and I are going to go for a walk. Near death experience and all that, so I'm feeling a little bit foolish."

Elijah and Klaus immediately scowl, and you wink. "Love you, boys. Don't murder my friends."

Dwayne laughs as you hurriedly tug him away then, disappearing into the crowd of locals and tourists. You drag him past all the rides and booths, heading for a small, darkened pier. You lead him towards the very end, turning your back on the ocean and facing Dwayne as you lean against the railing. "Hi," you muse.

"Hi." He steps closer, caging you against the railing as he leans his head down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Glad to see you're not on death's door anymore."

"Feels good not to be on death's door anymore." You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist so you're hugging him. "So, are you ready to get out of Santa Carla for a few days?"

"Depends. Do you think these bracelets will work?"

"Yes. The witches aren't dumb enough to double cross the Mikaelson's."

"Mhm. And what should we expect in Mystic Falls? What should I expect in Mystic Falls?"

You slowly grin. "Is this your way of asking if I left anyone behind, Dwayne?"

"Yes."

"God, I love that you're so blunt." You quickly lean up to peck his lips. "And no. I didn't leave anyone behind. I'm older than my sister's friend group, so I didn't go there with any of the boys. I almost had a fling with Damon, but I refused to play into his games when I realized he was doing anything to rile up my sister and his brother. And then there's that whole thing that happened with Caroline, and I've never forgiven him for it. I don't know how my sister managed to look past it."

"What thing?"

"Damon lured Caroline to bed, using her to feed and fuck. Sometimes, he'd show her what he was and practically brutalize her before compelling her to forget and then do it all over again the next night. He pretty much raped her and now my sister believes he's the love of her life."

Dwayne scowls. "She the girl that turned the same night as you?"

"Yep. She knocked him on his ass when all her memories returned, but she was just expected to fall in line and treat him as a friend when all was said and done."

"That's messed up."

"Yeah." You heave a sigh, shrugging. "Their whole friend group is toxic as hell which was the main motivator for me getting the hell out of there. And now I gotta return so they know I'm alive and well, so they can stop blaming Elijah and Klaus for anything."

"If this Damon guy so much as looks at you wrong..."

"Then I give full permission to snap his neck or rough him up some. Just don't kill him because then I'll never hear the end of it."

"No promises."

You laugh and kiss him once more. "Fair enough. Now let's go do some gross couple-y shit and piss off a few humans before we're stuck with your brothers and my family for a week."

It took nearly two days for Klaus' witch to pull through, delivering the bracelets to your hotel suite that the Mikaelson's had been staying in with you. The three of you then left for the cave where Klaus urged you to wake your friends before the sun set so they could try their bracelets. They'd been none too happy to be woken, but all too eager to try the bracelets once you told them they were done.

Paul, being the guinea pig, put his bracelet on and cautiously held his hand in a ray of sunlight. When his hand didn't smoke or burst into flames, he stepped fully into the light and held his breath before letting out a whoop of delight.

Another perk that came with the bracelet was that once the bracelets had been secured around their wrists, they all noticed that they weren't fatigued by the sun anymore. The lost boys took great pleasure in leaving the cave and standing atop Hudson's Bluff in broad daylight, and then Klaus urged everyone to hurry because Santa Carla was very much beneath him.

While Klaus called some contacts to be stationed around the little town, while also giving them the task of hunting down any werewolf in Santa Carla, you let your hotel know that you'd be gone for a week. Elijah assured the boys they'd have everything once they reached Mystic Falls, and then it wasn't long until everyone was loaded up onto a private jet.

. .

There's a large SUV waiting at the airport just outside of Mystic Falls and you all pile in with Elijah getting behind the wheel. And instead of driving straight to their home, Elijah drives through the town so the boys can see just exactly where it is you came from.

"Everything's so.. clean," Marko muses as he stares out a window.

"I can't believe you grew up here," Paul then adds. "These people aren't gonna chase us out of town with pitchforks and torches, are they?"

You laugh. "Not the humans, but my family and friends will most definitely try."

Klaus points out the Mystic Grill and that it'll be where everyone will make their grand entrance after the boys don appropriate attire. And then it's off to their precious mansion and you take great joy in the boys' impressed expressions upon seeing it for the first time.

"Max's beach house has nothing on this house," Paul says in awe.

"You know where your room is, Miss Gilbert," Elijah says as you enter the foyer of the mansion. And with a lingering stare and then a sigh, he adds, "And if your beau wants to stay with you, that's fine with us." You meet Dwayne's stare and wiggle your eyebrows, earning a smile and nod in return. "As for the rest of you, please follow me so we can get you situated."

"Shower and change," Klaus calls out on his way towards his studio. "The fun begins in one hour."

Dwayne follows you to your room as Elijah shows everyone else to theirs. He walks in behind you, taking in the extravagant room and lavish decor. Dwayne's eyebrow arches. "You grew up like this?"

You chuckle as you open a closet to choose an outfit for yourself. "No. The Mikaelson's are filthy rich compared to everyone in this town. I lived in a much smaller, less fancy house."

"Yet you're completely at home here."

"When you meet my sister and her friends later, you'll understand why I've spent so much time here." You pull out an outfit and turn towards Dwayne. "Now go shower while I get Elijah to deliver whatever clothes he has for you. I'll shower in Rebekah's room."

"Or we can shower together."

"Absolutely not!" You hear Klaus' shout all the way from downstairs.

Laughing, you nudge Dwayne towards the shower and then go in search of Elijah. You ask for Dwayne's clothing to be delivered to your room while you use Rebekah's shower. You hurriedly shower and change, and when you exit you find Rebekah waiting on her bed.

"So who's the riff raff?" She asks.

"Hello to you too, Bex," you muse. At her expectant expression, you say, "They're my new friends."

"Sex friends?" She wiggles her eyebrows.

"Ew. No." You pause a beat and then, "Well.."

"I knew it. Which one is it?"

"Dwayne. He's showering in my room so I don't think you've seen him. And unfortunately, there's been no sex. Not yet at least."

She grins. "Where did you meet them?"

"Santa Carla. It's where I've been staying and plan to stay now," you admit. "They, uh, they're vampires. Not our kind, but the kind that look truly monstrous when their faces change. And they can fly."

"Well, that's interesting."

"Not as interesting as the fact that we're not telling anyone what they are unless they have to intervene in some drama."

Rebekah's eyes light up and you laugh at her sudden interest. "So what's the plan?"

"We're all going to the Grill just so everyone can see that I'm alive and well, and that your brother isn't keeping me in a dungeon somewhere. We'll probably be here for a week before we go back to California."

"Excellent. We're having a party."

"No."

"Can it be one of those fancy parties?" You startle at the voice, turning to see Paul and Marko standing in the doorway. "We really want to see YN in a poofy dress."

"Absolutely not."

"Ohhhh. A ball!"

You sigh, knowing it's a losing battle. You glare at your friends, but then take a moment to take in what you're actually seeing. Without the dirty jeans, mesh shirts, and tattered jackets, the boys actually look pretty decent. Marko kept his hair the same, but you were surprised to see Paul's hair in a messy bun. Both wore stylish ripped skinny jeans, band tees, and Doc Martens. "You boys clean up well."

Marko smirks. "You should see David."

When your brain reboots, you hurriedly step into your own shoes before rushing down the stairs with the laughing boys behind you. You find Elijah and David in the kitchen, most likely drinking blood from a mug since Elijah made it clear there was no killing within the town limits, and gape. David stands there in a burgundy dress shirt with the top two buttons left open, a black winter peacoat with its collar popped, fitted jeans, and brown boots.

"Keep staring like that and Dwayne will get jealous."

Your jaw clicks shut and then you can't help but laugh. "Enjoying the fresh clothes?"

"It's better than using the clothes of our victims."

You catch sight of Rebekah's nose wrinkling and you laugh. "Yeah. Definitely better than stealing from the dead."

You properly introduce Rebekah to David, Paul, and Marko, and let them chat as she asks to see their vampire face. Paul happily obliges and even the blonde Original is impressed with the difference between your breed of vampires. Klaus soon joins the group, and you're all enjoying warmed up blood from the fridge when you see Dwayne enter from the corner of your eye.

Turning to face him, your gaze sweeps along him from head to toe. He's in a white dress shirt that's been left unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, snug faded jeans resting on his hips, and black boots adoring his feet. His hair has been pulled into a ponytail, only on the last loop through he didn't pull his hair all the way through and left the strands trapped so it's all hanging above his neck still.

And holy hell does he look good.

"Maybe telling you boys to shower was a mistake." Rebekah snorts at your ogling and you snap out of it before making your way to Dwayne. "Hi." You kiss his cheek. "You look nice."

"Right back at 'ya."

"As bloody adorable as you two are," Rebekah says, "can we go? It's been a while since I've annoyed your friends."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

Rebekah isn't too keen on squishing herself between two strangers, so she takes her own vehicle. And not wanting her to drive alone, you grab Dwayne's hand and lead him along until you're pushing him towards the backseat of her car while climbing into the passenger seat yourself. He's quiet on the drive, but listens as Rebekah asks you about your travels.

When Rebekah finally parks at Mystic Grill, you get out and immediately wrap your hand around Dwayne's. You're giddy as you get closer to the front entrance, ignoring Rebekah's teasing. Then upon entering the establishment, you scan the place for Elijah or Klaus or the other boys. And a moment later, Paul's eager waving from the back catches your attention.

Rebekah saunters her way through Mystic Grill while you and Dwayne follow. They've pushed three tables together with Elijah and Klaus sitting on either end. Paul and Marko are sitting across from each other, closest to Klaus, and David is sitting near Elijah. Rebekah chooses the seat across from David, closest to Elijah, which forces you and Dwayne to sit across from one another instead of side by side.

Elijah tells the table to order whatever they want, and there's a mad scramble for the menus when a handful are dropped off.

"YN?"

You glance up and over your shoulder, and smile politely at the blonde haired, blue eyed ex-boyfriend of your sister. "Hey, Matty. Long time no see."

He smiles, but then that smile falters when he notices the company you're keeping. "Are you, uh, are you good?"

"Never been better," you muse. "And you?"

"It's Mystic Falls." He shrugs. "You know how it is."

"Yeah. I do."

A beat passes and then Matt clears his throat. "So what can I get everyone to drink?"

Elijah, Klaus, and David all get bourbon, Rebekah and Dwayne get sweet tea, Marko gets lemonade, and you and Paul order Coke.

As Matt takes his leave, Rebekah starts to chuckle. "Well if your sister didn't know you were in town, she will now."

"I know," you groan. "I know we're here to ruffle some feathers, but I was hoping we would be able to eat in peace."

"Are they really that bad?" Marko asks.

You shrug. "If Damon wasn't involved, it would be tense but a decent time. But since Damon will be involved, he'll do his best to antagonize one or all of the Mikaelson's. Maybe even you guys since you're new and friends of mine."

"Well we do love some good verbal spars." Paul wiggles his eyebrows and you playfully roll your eyes.

Matt soon returns with the drinks and then takes everyone's order. Elijah and Klaus don't want any food, but all the lost boys order cheeseburgers and fries whereas you and Rebekah opt for chicken wraps and a basket of cheese fries each.

You barely have a moment to relax before your name's being called again and you mentally groan. Turning in your seat, you plaster on a friendly smile. "Hey, sis."

Elena stands there, happy yet anxious as she takes in those you're sitting with. "When did you get in?"

As she takes a step closer, you stand and awkwardly hug her. "Earlier today," you say. "Made some friends and what not, and thought I'd show them where I grew up."

"So you picked up some stragglers and thought it was a good idea to show them where you live?"

Your gaze slides to the right and you sigh. "Lived. Past tense. And hello to you too, Damon."

Damon smirks, blue eyes sparkling with a little malice as Elena stammers. "L-Lived? What are you talking about?"

You shrug. "Mystic Falls isn't that great of a fit for me anymore, so I found a place that was."

"So where do you live now?"

"Out of state."

"YN." Elena frowns. "I don't really think-"

"Drop it, Elena." You shake your head at her. "I'm the older sister here. If I wanna settle elsewhere, I will."

"But-"

"Elena."

Elena frowns, but wisely shuts her mouth, and Damon gestures to the side with his head. "As adorable as this squabble is, maybe we should take this outside. Family business and all."

"Funny. Last I checked, you are a Salvatore and these two lovely ladies are Gilberts," Elijah drawls.

Damon's smirk falls. "Stay out of it, Mikaelson."

Paul and Marko snicker as David and Klaus grin, but Dwayne is watching the conversation rather closely.

You roll your eyes with a sigh and stand up. "Whatever. I'm not going outside though. I'm starving and Matt will be back with our food any minute now."

You walk towards the hallway where the bathrooms are, leaning against the wall. Elena and Damon are on your heels, and they don't waste a second laying into you.

"What the hell, YN? You disappear for a year and then come back, only to let me know you're not even living here anymore?" Elena says.

"We're not children anymore. I don't have to run my relocation past you."

She gapes. "Well, no, but-"

"But nothing."

"Knock off the attitude," Damon says through gritted teeth. "We get that you think you're important because the Mikaelson's are manipulating you, but enough is enough. It's time to stop playing nice with the enemy and come home to your family like a good little girl."

You hiss in Damon's direction, taking a step towards him. "Last I checked, you're not family. Shut up and wait outside like the good little lap dog you are."

"YN!"

Before you can blink, a hand is around your throat and you're being shoved back into the wall. "Careful, YN. I might not be able to make your life difficult with the Mikaelson's, but you brought four brand new, very fragile guys into the mix."

"Damon, stop."

"I'll have no problem picking them off one by one until you behave."

Instead of rising to the bait, you slowly smirk at him. "I'd like to see you try."

"Am I interrupting?"

You, Elena, and Damon turn towards the open end of the hallway, and you smile at the sight of Dwayne. A very tense Dwayne. "Hi, baby," you coo. "And no, you're not. Is our food at the table?"

"Yes."

"I'll be right there." Dwayne glares at Damon before giving you a nod, and then he turns to walk away. As soon as he's out of sight, you reach up and grab onto Damon's wrist, yanking his hand from your neck and snapping his wrist. He hisses in pain and Elena gasps. "Touch me again and it'll be your neck I snap next," you snarl.

He sneers right back at you. "You have a weakness. Good to know."

"You go after him and I will fucking kill you," you suddenly seethe, fangs elongating in your sudden spike of anger. Then looking at your sister, you say, "If any of my friends are hurt by the hands of your little boy toy, we are done. For good. And given what we are, dear sister, that's a long time to have no contact with your only sister."

Elena sadly shakes her head. "You've changed."

"You're damn right I have. You and your enemies made me into the person I am today. I am done being talked down to and being walked all over. You have a problem, fix it yourself. Stop playing the woe is me card and deal with your life as it is. You wanted to lay with vampires? Well congratulations, Elena, you're laying with vampires and dealing with all the issues that come with the life you chose."

"I didn't want this!"

"Of course you did," you drawl. "Otherwise you would have turned the other way when Stefan let the vampire secret out of the bag. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a meal to eat and friends to show around."

You slam your shoulder into Damon on your way out of the hall, shaking your head in amusement when you catch sight of every Mikaelson and lost boy already staring at you. Paul has moved next to Marko, leaving the spot next to Dwayne empty for you.

"You good?" Dwayne asks as soon as you sit down.

"Peachy." Under the table, Dwayne pulls your chair closer to his and lays a hand rather possessively atop your thigh. You grin. "Now can we eat? I'm starving."

The first night back in Mystic Falls is fairly quiet. Your only run-ins were with Damon and Elena, but you did get text messages from Jeremy, Caroline, and Bonnie. Your brother and friends seem excited to know you're back in town, but explain their surprise with your sudden move. Jeremy tries to not so discreetly discover where you're now living, but you don't give up the location. You just tell them all that you're happy and you rather not say where you're living because Damon will do anything and everything to drag you back to Mystic Falls the moment something displeases Elena.

And the fact that none of them argue your point lets you know that they completely understand.

You and Rebekah then got to show the boys Mystic Falls at night, letting them see just how drastically different your hometown is compared to Santa Carla.

The boys, thankfully, don't cause any issues and your first night is easy.

Your second day in Mystic Falls, however, is proving to be testing your patience.

"I. Do. Not. Want. A. Birthday. Party."

"Too bad." Rebekah smirks. "We're throwing you one."

"You're my least favorite Mikaelson." Turning around, you sigh and pout. "Elijah, tell your sister no party."

"Sorry, Miss Gilbert. No can do."

"You're no fun. Klaus?"

Klaus merely smirks, attention never wavering from the canvas he's been painting his next masterpiece on.

"So, is this going to be a party party? Or a fancy party? I was digging those poofy dresses I saw in YN's phone," Paul muses.

Rebekah gasps as she perks up, and you groan. You'd hope they'd forgotten about that.

"No ball!" You snap. "I can deal with pretty dresses and suits, but nothing too fancy."

Rebekah immediately pouts, but she gives in fairly easily. "Fine. Then I'm inviting anyone and everyone."

"Fine."

"And your boys have to wear suits."

"Duh. If I'm dressing up, so are they."

"And cutting their hair."

"Absolutely not."

"Yes." Rebekah scowls. "Mullets are gross."

You shrug. "I don't disagree, but Marko and David somehow manage to pull it off."

"They need to go."

"Nope. Paul and Dwayne can do with a trim, but you're not touching the mullets."

"YN."

"Rebekah."

"They're gross."

"It's their style."

"Elijah!"

"Klaus!"

Both you and Rebekah, who'd managed to end up toe to toe in your back and forth, turn to look at her brothers. But instead of just finding the two of them, you find the lost boys watching along with amusement dancing in their eyes.

You and Rebekah both roll your eyes then, huffing simultaneously, which earns laughter in return.

"So, are we talking a live band or a DJ?" She then asks, ignoring all the men in the room.

"DJ, definitely."

"Food?"

"Anything small that can be eaten by hand."

As you and Rebekah walk off to plan, Elijah stares at the boys and stands. "Well since we're throwing a party, we must be fitted for new suits. Let's go, boys."

Paul whoops, but his delight only lasts as long as it takes for Klaus to remind him that he has to get his hair trimmed.

. .

After spending the day planning a party with Rebekah and brainstorming what kind of dress you're looking for, you can finally call it a night after Klaus tells you not to wait up. Both he and Elijah have kept the boys out and about, none of them complaining because they're still awed about being able to be walking around in the sunlight annoying people that Klaus doesn't care for.

After showering and slipping into a tank top and pajama shorts, you lay in bed while scrolling through social media. You hear when all the men/boys return and can't help but smile when you hear Elijah's exasperation with his brother over telling a rather bawdy joke to your friends.

Then it isn't long until Dwayne enters your room and you put your phone down as he takes a clothing bag to hang in the closet. "Have fun?" You muse.

He gives you a deadpan look over his shoulder and you laugh. Dwayne then toes off his boots, sliding into the bed next to you with a quiet groan. "You know, I always wondered what it'd be like to have money." He drapes his arm over your stomach, dragging you closer to him so his nose is pressed to your temple as he breathes you in.

"And…?"

"It's insane. Klaus was compelling everyone to get what he wanted, but Elijah was just dropping bills left and right without a care in the world."

You turn your head and kiss the underside of his jaw. "No drama?"

"We ran into that Damon guy and his own brother. They kept dropping not so subtle hints that Elijah and Klaus were dangerous individuals, and he wouldn't be surprised if our bodies were found in the woods sooner rather than later."

You snort with laughter. "And what did you guys say in return?"

His lips twitch. "Klaus pretended to compel us all, fed off Paul, and told them to mind their business. I thought that Stefan guy was about to blow a vein when Damon gritted his teeth and mentioned that we were important to you."

"Please tell me Klaus' bite didn't poison Paul," you grumble.

"Nah. That was the only upside of the night. We found that a werewolf's bite doesn't affect us like it did you. Elijah's impressed and is going to look into our breed of vampire."

"Well that's good, I guess. Did everyone get fitted?"

"Yeah, we're all good."

"Good." You scoot up and kiss square on the lips. "Now go shower and change into something more comfortable than jeans. I'm in the mood for some cuddles."

Dwayne grins and kisses you again, lingering a little longer and leaving you breathless after scraping his fangs along your bottom lip. "Just cuddles?"

"Hmm? No," you answer in a bit of a daze. "Definitely not. Now hurry up."

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