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consuming-karma · 10 months

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OLDER.

buwan’s notes: I need to be put under watch, I have been sobbing relentlessly to Older by 5SOS, I’ve missed a bunch of music from their band and I’m really honestly mad 😭. This fic is definitely inspired by mentioned song, this fic has all of my favourite lyrics from the song scattered around its paragraphs. Please do enjoy <3.

episode summary: Dwayne didn’t want to leave his human life without you, and he most definitely doesn’t want to leave his vampire life without you either.

content warnings: BEING FUCKING SAD. This whole mini-fic is literally just Dwayne being in love with you.

tags: @britany1997 @desoolate .

[dwayne x fem!reader.]

“I don’t want to be immortal.” Dwayne mumbled, looking at the midnight sky. You hummed, “you’re still thinking about their offer?” Dwayne could feel your hands run themselves through his dark locks. “I don’t wanna leave you..” his gaze switched to you, looking down at him with an undeserving loving stare.

“You don’t have to, I’ll be with you.” You replied, continuing to stare into Dwayne’s brown irises, admiring the love of your life.

“You’d..give up your humanity? For me? Do you really wanna do that, love?” He slowly sat up, your eyes following his movements, Dwayne’s question made you think for a few seconds, you’d get to leave everyone else behind, it’ll be you and Dwayne, for a long, long while.

“If forever is something you see us having, why not?” You pulled the man to your lips, giving him a reassurance he didn’t know he needed. “You’ll have to kill, and feed on others, that doesn’t scare you?” Dwayne mumbled into your lips, holding your wrists which held his face in a warmth, memorizing how much he loved feeling you.

“what more do you want to ask for other than yes, Dwayne?” You laughed. “I just want you to be sure, I’ll be the only thing you’ll have, and you’ll be mine.” You shook your head at his reasoning. “I’m sure, I don’t want to be older, at least, not without you.”

“Hi, love.” Dwayne greeted, rubbing his eyes of sleep. You were huddled by the fountain, safely watching the sun turn in for the night.

“Hi.” You replied curtly. You felt your boyfriend’s presence beside you. “What’re you thinking about?” His arm snaked its way onto your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. “I just missed the sun is all..” Dwayne could almost laugh at your excuse, you were never one to lose sleep over something small, especially the ball of heat in the sky.

A small silence befalls the both of you, a cool air replaces the hot sun, signalling that the moon was to show, and it would be safe to traverse the earth.

“We’d be really old by now, you know that?” You broke the silence, looking over to Dwayne, who seemed busy looking over your features, how your smile was so soothing to him, he didn’t need to stare at the sun to be reminded of its warmth when he had you.

Dwayne moved up to your eyes, the way your eyelashes would cover your wonderful irises, the way they’d kiss your cheeks for every time you blinked. One thing vampirism couldn’t take away from him was his admiration for you. His dear, devoted delicate.

“Good thing we became vampires then, I don’t think I’d like you all saggy and crinkly.” Dwayne joked, squeezing your shoulder in a light-hearted way. “That’s mean!” You pushed him away, your nose scrunching up from his dumb joke.

“You know you’d be crinkly too,” you snickered, joining along. “I’m so happy I met you all those years ago.” Dwayne expressed, his laugh dying down.

“The boys will wanna go down into the town soon.” Dwayne reminded, taking his arm off of your shoulders to rest his hand on top of yours, on the cold stone of the cave.

“You’re right, I should go get Laddie ready then, no?” You tilted your head off into the direction of the kid’s small alcove. Dwayne watched as you stood up, getting ready to walk off.

His rough hands stopped you, making you almost stumble at the tug. “I love you. So much. I hope you never leave me.” Dwayne confessed, your heart felt like it was going to beat again, hearing those words come out of your dark-haired boyfriend.

“The time you leave me, I’ll forever be bleeding love.” You pulled Dwayne up, making him stand with you, you loved these moments, the most vulnerable, the ones where Dwayne was still human, in your eyes.

As a vampire, you slowly start to lose your humanity the longer you live on. To you, it always seemed like Dwayne would never experience that, he still loves with all of his heart, even if he doesn’t show it.

You’re glad that one thing didn’t go away.

“Well, let’s hope the world spins a little slower then, I want all the time we can get.” Your hands caressed the dark-haired man’s jaw. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes before you leaned in, your lips meeting his once again.

“They murdered him— they fuckin’—“ Dwayne punched the wall of the cave, the thud echoing against the caves, “they took Laddie too..” you sighed, it was the night everything went wrong, when the Emersons decided to ruin their lives.

It was the three of them, you, him, Laddie. Dwayne had everything he wanted. A band of the loyalest friends you could get, the immortality, the love of his life.

“We’re gonna take our revenge, I’ll rip their heads off their fucking bodies for ruining us.” Dwayne growled, his vampire features showing through his human one. You didn’t know whether or not to be as angry.

You weren’t alive, you remembered, your heart didn’t beat, but it still felt like it did, Marko was a friend to all of you, a brother even. Even though the boys had an evil reputation to upheld, Marko promised he’d show you how to sew after you’d drunkenly rambled about your dreams of marrying Dwayne.

You remembered what Marko told you that one sunrise, all before you went to sleep. “Your guys’ love is tailor-made. One with no tragedy at the end.”

He wanted to help you make your wedding dress. You mourned the death of your curly-headed brother, you weeped and wailed as you watched his body fall off the rails, onto the cursed frog brothers.

You couldn’t reply to Dwayne, only stopping him when he tried to leave your side to band with his mourning brothers for revenge.

“I don’t want to lose you.” You whimpered, your eyes pleaded for him to stay, that’s why he didn’t look at you. “I don’t want to lose another tonight.” Your sentence left you with a whisper, holding Dwayne’s ring-clad hand tighter.

Dwayne stayed quiet, his head fighting a battle with his feelings, your desperation made him want to stay, to comfort you, to show that he knew he wasn’t the only one hurting.

In the end, his brothers needed him, and for once he chose something over you. “I’m sorry love, my brothers, our brothers, they need me. I have to go with them.” Dwayne whispered back, his hand travelled to your cheek, his thumb wiping away a rare tear.

“You promised you’d stay with me, our forever, remember?” You were always good at backtalk, he knew he promised that he’d be here for you, like all those years ago when he told you that he was going to be the only person you know, and you, him.

“I can’t.. Marko didn’t deserve that, you know as well as I do—“ Dwayne stopped you from continuing your complaints, fearing he wouldn’t be able to take revenge, and he’d know he’d lose his brothers’ trust and he didn’t want to lose another thing in the same night either.

“How will I know you’ll return to me? What if, you leave me alone?” You spat, your eyes starting to water, you were a sensitive vampire, feeling instead of feasting.

“I will return to you. When have I ever not?” Dwayne didn’t want to think about the weight of his words, only the fact that this was an unwritten promise to survive his battle with the Emersons to return back to your side.

This was the moment you knew you couldn’t stop Dwayne. As much as it hurt you to let go of his palm, you gently pulled his hand away from your cheek, a silent look in your eyes told him to stay safe, and to come back to you.

Dwayne didn’t say anything else, walking off to join his brothers’ on their path to revenge.

“You’re a huge liar, you know that?” You mumbled, holding a ripped piece of leather in your hands, the tips of your fingers remembering every texture it could feel of the fabric.

You were alone, the huge cave was yours, bitterly so. They didn’t return, none of them, not David, not Paul, especially not Dwayne, your Dwayne.

You knew they had gotten themselves killed, it took a while to realize that Dwayne probably knew he wouldn’t return to you either. His words were an empty promise, so that you would feel at ease.

And you hate that it did ease you, for a while anyway.

Star was the one that confirmed that your lover left you. She picked up the scraps, the remains of what she could of your boyfriend, returning it to you with a guilty pain.

Star never resented you, she was..somewhat happy you didn’t come with the boys. When Star was first initiated, you were there to help her get past the scary realization that she was going to be immortal and alone.

Star remembered how you held her with the warmth of the sunlight, she asked herself how you could be so kind, being a monster of the night. You merely joined your lover to the end, and it was painfully clear that you hadn’t had a mission in mind, other than seeing Dwayne through it all, forever.

So, in a poor attempt to give her thanks, and her apology, she returned what she could of Dwayne to you. Hugging you only when you seemed to lose every strength in your legs as your hands cradled the pieces of Dwayne’s favourite jacket.

“What happened?” You whispered, your tears forever flowing from your eyes, “his jacket’s all ruined?— this was his favourite, how— I—“ your lips couldn’t form a sentence when your mind had dawned on the fact that Dwayne was dead and that your forever had ended.

Star only hugged you tightly as you screamed and weeped into her chest. She wished she could’ve done more.

You looked around the empty cave, only memories remained inside, the fountain, the little trinkets Paul collected, the books Dwayne accumulated, the fabrics Marko had stolen, the cigarette butts David threw away. You wish you could say everything was here but it wasn’t, the boys weren’t here.

You had long packed your stuff, a duffel bag full of clothes you could bring, all from various piles of whatever you could find from the boys, mostly Dwayne’s and clothing you’ve bought.

There was nothing left in the cave for you, the one reason to stay wasn’t there anymore. You gathered the last of your things as Star waited outside, waiting to help you travel through the night to wherever you wanted to go.

You knew you should hate Star, for sealing the boys’ fate, when she had snitched to the Emersons of their vampirism. There wasn’t much options though, you had to stop your pity party, you had to leave, and only Star knew how to help you. You were the only vampire in Santa Carla now, and she knew.

You gave yourself one last tour of the cave, peeking into the personal alcoves the boys had given themselves, reminiscing, getting ready to let go. They weren’t human, but they made the cave feel like home, it made you think that maybe they didn’t lose their humanity after all.

Finally, you stopped at your shared alcove with Dwayne, the ground littered with books he read with you, the wilted flowers he stole off of a couple for you, the candle lit bed was unmade, from the last time it was used. You didn’t have the heart to fix anything up.

It felt like if you fixed it up, you’d finally be erasing the fact that the boys were ever here, and how could you do that to Dwayne?

One last sweep of the room, your hand gently swiped the bed on the cave floor, before reluctantly pulling away. “You ready?” You jumped at the sudden voice, seeing Star at the entrance of the cave, looking at you.

Her hands fiddled with themselves, obviously uncomfortable being back at the cave. You nodded, holding your duffel bag tight to your figure before walking off with Star, every step felt dreadful, getting closer and closer to beyond forever and leaving everything you know behind.

Although, something makes you feel like Dwayne would be glad, that you’re not moping, that you’re not angry he hadn’t fulfilled his promise of forever, his dear beloved delicate.

I don't wanna get older,

Without your head on my shoulder.

On the day that you leave me,

I'll forever be bleeding, love.

As forever comes closer,

Hope the world will spin slower,

I don't wanna get older.

- older, 5 seconds of summer, ft. sierra deaton.

#dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #tlb dwayne #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #tlb #✦ dwayne’s karma.#tlb dwayne x reader #the lost boys imagines #✦ buwan writes.#the lost boys fic #the lost boys x you #the lost boys dwayne

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sarahohxoxo · 8 months

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It's September 1st, HAPPY HALLOWEEN 😍

Found this gem on Facebook but can't find the artist 😭

#dwayne the lost boys #michael the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys david #the lost boys fic #the lost boys #david powers #tlb 1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #tlb paul #tlb michael #tlb sam #tlb

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phantomenby · 2 years

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"Are you deaf or something?"

From your perspective, the attendant had just asked you a question, one you naturally couldn't hear nor could you read since lip-reading was not your forte.

Paul however was not looking relaxed in the slightest.

The blonde had removed half of his usual set of rings so you could understand him better, usually in high spirits since the two of you had been munching on some "magic brownies". Yet now his eyes were dark, jaw tense as his teeth clenched together, the hands which had been communicating with you so excitedly now curled into fists.

Turning to him confused you raised your own, signing as you shifted to meet his eye.

What did she say?

His lips moved, speaking to the attendant, rather cruelly as her face burned red with embarrassment. Finally looking back at you Paul offered nothing more than a tight smile, responding almost too fast for you to read.

Explain later, let's go.

Without time for argument, he wrapped an arm around you, leading you both away from the game stand as his nose brushed through the soft tufts of your hair, eyes meeting the attendant in one last warning glare.

You were fully aware of what your partners were. What you were less aware of is how half of their recent victims came from people who were cruel to you.

With a final glance towards the scorned girl you let him guide you, all the way towards the beach entrance where Dwayne had sped down to meet the two of you, already fully aware of Paul's irritation and now equally angry because of it.

Choosing to minimize his displeasure, Dwayne opted to sign a tense Hi to you, reaching to pull you into a hug as his hand splayed against the back of your skull, smooth lips meeting the crown of your head.

He kept an arm around you as you walked across the beach, held close together as you began signing to each other, your spare hands moving to respond in relaxed motions.

Finally deciding to figure out what was up you asked him What's wrong? watching his eyes shoot ahead in avoidance.

Dwayne was your warmth and comfort on most days, but you knew how to sense anger burning beneath those honeyed eyes of his, something that only occurred when someone was grinding his nerves.

You were sure it had something to do with that girl and why Paul was also-

Wait-

Where the hell was Paul?

Dwayne steadied you as you fumbled over the sand, pulling your form flushed against his chest as he looked around for what must have startled you.

When he realised there was nothing around you besides the darkness of night and looming sand dunes he sent you a concerned look.

You okay?

Nodding you pulled back from him, his hands still keeping you close as they curled around your upper arms.

With one final glance around you, you met his eye, pouting. Wheres Paulie?

Dwayne responded telling you he had gone to get food, human or not you weren't sure, but you never pried for more information that you needed.

He kept you close to him as the two of you walked down to the cave, letting you tell him about the new show you had been watching on one of the few late-night channels that had subtitles. It was some fun telenovela about a mysterious love triangle, overall it was very exciting and even your Lola had jumped in to watch, letting you translate for her each night.

On the other side of things, Dwayne had been in a reading slump, finding it impossible to enjoy anything longer than a newspaper article.

Fortunately for you, it meant endless conversation and getting to watch him work on his bike until the early hours of the morning. And between you and whatever entity was at work, you'd much prefer to watch him shirtless for hours on end than watch him tell you about the wonders of mycelium or deep sea fish.

Though his crochet era was rather tasteful, and had left you with plenty of new do-dads to enjoy.

When you finally reached the climb up to the cave from the beach you were already half asleep, yawning widely and letting Dwayne lift you into his arms, nose pressing against his jaw as he led you into the familiar darkness.

The light was warm within, dim since only two barrels were lit along with candles lining the edges of the cave.

Marko was nowhere to be seen, most likely out with Paul since he was so picky about his food.

David was here though, lounging in your nest with only a long sleep shirt on. He didn't move when the two of you entered, Dwayne placing you on the floor and kissing you softly before heading towards his usual corner.

When you turned away from him and back to David the blonde had sat up, eyes half closed sleepily as he nodded his head, urging you to come to him.

Naturally, you did so, feeling the familiar fuzziness David exuded when he was tired. It wrapped around you like a safety net as you crawled over the thick mound of mattresses, pillows, and blankets that smelled intoxicatingly of your boys.

Your high was still keeping you nice and relaxed, David's thick arms encasing your form as he pulled you against his soft chest, beard tickling your cheek as he nuzzled you.

Watching his pale hand rise above you he asked you Tired? already knowing the answer but preferring to watch the way your fingers weaved words into the air.

But you were still a little iffy about earlier and opted to tap your head instead, inviting him in as you pressed your forehead to his own.

Evidently, that was a mistake. The growl that reverberated through David's chest was discomforting, loud enough to send Dwayne shooting back into the main cave in search of danger.

Glowering at his boyfriend he headed over to the two of you, beginning to both talk and sign. The last thing you wanted to see was them describing gory details so you shoved your face into the bedding, showing your displeasure with a huff.

A moment passed and then another, waiting for them to finish. After a few minutes, a body pressed behind you, rough fingers brushing across your shoulder encouragingly until you stirred, meeting David's eyes.

He didn't show you the words, but you knew how he preferred to apologise. And David purred softly as you took his hand in your own, holding it to your lips as you moved back into his arms.

Today wasn't a bad day. You were sure if you were a hearing person you would care a little about what that girl said, but people were stupid and you had grown used to keeping to your own little world.

As the night drew to a close you found yourself leaned back against Dwayne's chest, smothered in blankets as Marko recounted everything he had been up to, his hands growing blurrier and blurrier as your eyes began to close and your mind faded away.

#tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys fic #marko tlb #poly lost boys x reader #david tlb #deaf reader #sign language

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gothamslostboy · 10 months

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TW: toxic David, nobody helps reader

I could feel the world around us freeze.

I know it’s completely cliche, but I could.

No matter how hard I shoved through the crowds, no matter how desperately I screamed for help, everytime I asked someone to stop the monster chasing me, the world was frozen.

No body moved aside, everyones stares were still glued on me, those I asked for help seemed to be the only ones how could move. They turned their heads, took multiple steps away from me, peeled my begging arms off of them and told me to get lost.

It was only a matter of time before David caught up to me, lunging for my hand and gripping it so tightly I swore the bones were breaking. I desperately claw at our intertwined fingers, pleading with the sea of bodies, most of which have gone back to their previous activities. With a tug, he’s managed to make me fall onto the scratchy planks, sinister tone making it obvious that this wouldn’t be a sufficient enough punishment for him.

What did I tell you about running off Y/N? You see how no one helped you? I told you, me and my boys own this town. David starts walking in the direction we came from, not caring to let me stand first. No one ever will. You’re ours, and if you’d just behave, he tugs me even harder than before, ignoring my yelp, then I’d be able to love you. Why won’t you let me love you Kitten? Instead all you do is try to guilt me into ignoring the fact I offer you everything, trying to make me the villain.

Please, I scramble even harder, putting all of my might into standing up. Blood dripping from my body, torn up by loose screws and splinters. Just let me go, let me go home

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Take this unfinished piece with no context bc I haven’t posted any real content in over a week

Sorry lol

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man-moth-hook-hand · 11 months

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Welcome to my Nightmare Ch. 4

They really chose to court (Y/N) Edward Cullen style. You're not making the best choices, bestie.

PS: Sorry for the long wait! I haven't felt really motivated, but I thought it would be better to wait and give quality over just putting it out to just get closer to finishing it.

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Chapter Four: Don't Let the Sun Go Down on Me

A sound woke me up. A shrill, terrified, sound, like prey being devoured by a predator. It’s chasing me, isn’t it? Is it me? I’m in my bed, aren’t I, or at least, I’m supposed to be.

My body shuddered to life as I rose from my bed, which felt like an open coffin, a coffin of my own personal hell. The shrill, which I came to understand was the sound of a horse crying out in fear, lead me to the window. The curtains taunted me. They flapped in the wind like bird wings, tattered and filled with holes by moths. I had almost touched the ledge; a thought crossed my mind. Was the window open when I went to bed? No. It couldn’t be, it wasn’t open before I left, unless Lucy opened it to let in some fresh air. Yes, I remember now. She told me it gets stuffy up here, how silly of me. How paranoid of me. No one would have any reason to frighten me, right?

My fingers made contact with the wooded sill; I noticed something peculiar. A man. Holy shit it’s Michael Myers. No! No. No, no, I was being silly. I laughed to myself in the dark. Of course! It’s just a tree. Of course it was, right? Damn I must be really tired.

I continued to stare into the darkness outside my bedroom window. When I first got here, found the night to be comforting; however, after a couple incidents with those men, I felt like prey. I made me feel weak, it showed me my mortality. There’s a belief that humans are the ultimate apex predator, but that’s just wrong. We’re just like every other animal, surviving another day, waiting for our demise.

It moved.

I was caught in a trance; I couldn’t look away or move, I felt like I was being hypnotized. I continued to stare at what I thought was a man, it was a man after all, right? Not some horrible demon waiting for me to look away. I was afraid to look away, what if he was gone? Somehow that was more terrifying than something being there to begin with. He just stared at me, not moving. I looked around to see what had happened to the horses I heard earlier. They must have run off to a different part of the pasture.

I looked back at the man. I noted the reflection in his eyes. That would mean it’s at least a human, but I thought only animals that were nocturnal had those. Perhaps I was wrong. I looked out into the distance once more, another pair of reflective eyes. and another, and another.

I slammed my window shut, closed the curtains, and ran into the small bathroom connected to my bedroom. No windows thankfully. My breathing was getting heavier, I felt claustrophobic, heavy, frightened. I felt like a wild animal, like prey. I began to feel the tears and snot run from my orifices. I wiped myself off feeling disgust. Feeling the coolness of the floor, I made my way to the toilet and desperately hugged it as if it were going to comfort me. The bile rose from the depths of my stomach, the acid burning my throat, and eventually made its way past my teeth into the toilet where it belonged. I hated puking.

After expelling what little food I had left, I began to feel a little better. The tears continued to fall, but at least they fell silently. I reached for the toilet paper and began to wipe away the snot that had built in a short amount of time. I wiped my tears, praying I didn’t wake up with puffy eyes. I don’t know if I could handle it if Jennifer asked about what had happened to make me cry that hard.

The light of the moon illuminated the bathroom showing me the toilet, otherwise there would’ve been a horrible explanation for Lucy for the vomit on the floor. That woman didn’t need to worry so much. Sam had told me about how she was worried about him being left alone, especially since Michael had apparently gone off with some girl the first night when we came here, and every other night after that.

I stood up and shuffled myself to the sink. I turned on the faucet and let the cool water pool in my hand. I brought the water up to my mouth and rinsed out the nasty taste. I glanced at the toilet once more. A window that I didn’t notice was there before greeted me. It was dark when I came in.

I worked up the courage to open the door. Nothing. I wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. The window was closed, the curtains pulled, my bed ruined from me leaving it so quickly. It waited for me to come back. Come back into the safety of covering myself like when a child fears the dark.

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Morning came with a loud knock. “(Y/N). (Y/N)? Are you awake? don’t you have work this morning?” Lucy’s voice rang from the other side of the wooden door.

I proceeded to put on a plain shirt and jeans with a pair of tennis shoes. I put my hair back plainly with no makeup or jewelry. Today was not the day to look nice, just average. Especially since I had a shitty night’s sleep. plus, I didn’t want that guy recognizing me, or whoever else was stalking me.

Just then a thought, or perhaps a person, crossed my mind. Paul. Paul was around the white-haired guy. Panic started to rise in me. For the first time I felt true fear. Paul was the insider. He was the one who was helping them stalk me. Paul saw me with my friends, I had told him a little bit about myself, Paul knew where I worked, he knew Lucy. I was just a game. He must have also been the cause for the dark-haired guy on the beach, they must have followed me to Adam’s house, then home. Paul is helping them. They’re going to kill me.

I thought perhaps I should call out from work, but I was afraid of sounding crazy. The sleep deprivation over the last couple of days wasn’t helping. Perhaps I wasn’t in the right state of mind to make serious decisions. I decided to go to work and think it over there.

Jennifer commented on how I looked that morning. I told her my worries, what happened in the field last night, and how maybe I should have just called in sick. I told her I needed the money and that it wasn’t a good look for a new employee to call in sick after only working for a couple of days.

“I think Michael would be willing to bring me back home before nightfall.” I explained to her.

“Who’s Michael?” She asked.

“Michael is one of the people I’m living with, He’s Lucy’s son. Lucy would be more than willing, but I’m not sure how late she works, and I most certainly don’t want to worry her. Plus, I don’t want to bother Adam since he’s also noticed some weird stuff going on.”

“What things?” She asked. I told her about the man at the beach, and later that night after watching a movie.

“I just don’t know what to do.” I said defeated. Work sadly didn’t end early for me, in fact we had to stay late because Brenda was running a little behind. It was night, I needed to find Michael. Sam said he had been going to the boardwalk every night and coming home late. God, I hoped today wasn’t the day he decided to stay home.

I searched through the screams of people to find him. What was once intoxication was now a death trap, it felt like instead of joy, they were screaming for their life. Why did everyone have to look the same? Why couldn’t I find Michael! In my daze, I accidentally bumped into someone. I began to apologize when I noticed who it was. The white hair and trench coat made me want to vomit.

“It’s alright,” the man said, “You need a ride home?” he asked.

How would he know? “No thank you, I’m alright.” I almost ran to find Michael at this point, maybe I should��ve just asked Adam, but who knows if he was already at home by now, I bother to memorize his number either.

I spotted my savior. “Michael,” I grabbed his shoulder, “Please take me home.” I begged.

“What?” He was confused at my request.

“Michael please, I really need to get home.” Tears began to form, I was truly scared for what was going to happen to me.

“Uh,” he looked back at a girl akwardly, “Well. . . “

“Michael please! Someone is stalking me, I don’t want to die.” A tear fell and the girl refused to look at me.

“Ya know, maybe you’re just tired. Sam said you were out pretty late last night- “

“Are you fucking kidding me? I have a genuine fear and you’re just leaving me here.?” I shouted. A few people began to stare. He just looked at her. Oh my god, he wanted to ditch me for some other chick.

“Hey Mikey!” A familiar voice that I recognized to belong to Paul, broke me out of my daze. “Hey (Y/N)! What’s up!”

I quickly wiped my snot and tears. If they found out I knew, maybe I wouldn’t have a chance to escape. “Nothing, this is Michael.”

“Yeah, we know Michael, we’ve been hanging since he got here. I didn’t know you two knew each other though.” he laughed.

“Yeah, small world.” I joked. He sensed the fear in my voice

“Oober small, man.” Something was off in Paul’s voice. “Well, you wanna come with us?”

“Oh, uh, maybe some other time I really got to get going. I think my ride is about to leave soon.” I hoped Lucy was still at the video store.

“Mom isn’t working tonight, didn’t she tell you?” Michael asked.

“What?” I panicked, I didn’t recall her saying anything but, maybe I was tired from this morning. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, I’ll take you home after I catch up with them. Is that ok?” He asked.

“Sure.” Maybe this was the end. Maybe I never had a chance to escape after all.

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thefuseoftemptation · 2 years

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HIGH ON YOU ||

THE LOST BOYS PAUL X GN!READER

(GENDER AND RACE NOT SPECIFIED OR MENTIONED)

PT.2 HERE

WARNING(S): cussing, mentions of drugs? that’s it honestly.

The boys couldn’t tell what was with Paul or why he kept leaving whenever they were went out for the night. But each and every time, they noticed more pep in his usually leisurely stroll.

The minute their bikes were parked, he was out of sight.

They honestly tried not to question it too much because well—its Paul. The guy dipped when his eyes would get a glimpse of even the littlest of things. Though it was more often when he would see someone to fuck and then feed from later on that night.

So, the looks on their faces when they find out what it was. Or more like who it was.

They couldn’t take it any longer. They didn’t mean to watch him or even mean to follow shortly after (lies). They just happened to be going that way coincidentally.

At least that’s what they told themselves.

There Paul was leaned back on his arms, legs stretched out, in some forgotten lot, with you. You had a smoke in between your fingers, your hands gesturing as you told your thoughts with no intention. He had a widest of grins on his face and his eyes never left yours.

The guy was fuckin gone.

The boys were honestly taken back. It’s Paul. The guy doesn’t settle or commit to nothing. The longest commitment he’s had was with his dealer which didn’t even fuckin count. But what they’re hearing, what they’re seeing from where they were, that was it.

While it was in question why their brother didn’t mention it, since he mentions every other thing, they were pleased to know he wasn’t up to nothing in that sense. They would hate to have to bring Max into it.

The boys left before either of you could notice, choosing to let it be and wait till Paul introduces you. They’ll go from there on if you could come into their group—mostly David’s thinking.

Paul couldn’t believe his luck in finding a hun like you. You were just—

He couldn’t even finish the sentence much less thought without getting lost in your eyes. Leaning his head on his hand as his elbow perched itself on his now crossed legs. It was like some school crush. And to tell the truth, that’s honestly the only way to put it.

Paul was nothin if not a flirt. But when it came to you, he might as well would have cut out his tongue. That once constant moving mouth, was now parted and any words that were meant to be released, were no more.

You guys met weeks back when he went into the alley, looking to get a hit or two in. Not knowing there would be somebody else back there with the exact thing in mind. Initially he thought it was simple access to feeding but when you asked if you could go half with him and then spent the next hour talking, he couldn’t bring himself to bare his teeth just yet. So you were spared. For quite some time. It wasn’t until a few days back when he couldn’t find you that it really set in. He cared for you. More than he should. But there wasn’t an ounce of guilt or regret to be felt. It was more utter attachment. If he could, he would spend every minute with you near by, but that’s not the case, especially with the sun between.

Paul hadn’t noticed he was so in thought until you were waving your hand in front of his face, a grin crossing your features when you caught the look.

“The fuck is up with you, huh? Kind of lost you there.” You chuckled

He let out a breathy chuckle, his hand going to rub the back of his neck.

“N-Nothing, just thinking.” He said

You only chuckled more, that was followed with a ‘who knew that was possible,’ under your breath.

“Hey! I happen to be very—” he couldn’t even finish the sentence “never mind.”

You grinned, nudging his shoulder, “I’m messing with you.”

He gave you nod and then looked down, suddenly finding his hands very interesting as he fumbled with the rings that he had on.

“What’s wrong Paul? Not usual for you to be quiet.”

“D-Do you think ‘bout me? Like when I’m not here—” he stopped and looked to you. “Do you feel it too or is it just me? Because I never get this. It’s not supposed to happen but it did and I just got to know because—” he was cut off by you grabbing his arm, rubbing your thumb over it.

It caught you off with the question. The heaviness of it. But you couldn’t not tell him nothing because it would be a lie to just deny it.

“I do.”

Paul could only stare. Then grin. Widely. Suddenly feeling very giddy and pleased with the confession.

“Could I take you out then hun? I like you and you like me, what’s there to deny.” He asked, coming close to you so your lips were almost touching the others.

You pulled back, getting to your feet to leave. Not before turning to give him a grin over your shoulder.

“I’ll see you then.”

You were his drug. And he’d be more than into getting high on you.

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there's a heaven above you (don't you cry) - Part 14

Rating: M Pairing: Lost Boys/OC Fandom: The Lost Boys Warnings: violence, arson, swearing, breaking and entering, sex…

Summary: The thing no one ever tells you about time travel is that you don’t have any control over where you end up or when you leave. It just happens. It also hurts like a bitch. Notes: This will be a poly pairing, so if you’re not into that, don’t read. It’s not beta-read so I hope you’ll forgive me but enjoy!

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Chapter 14: Don't Get Mad, Get Even

Now that she had forgiven the vampires, Darcy had a feeling she was never going to get rid of them. It was bad enough when she first met the men. Now that she was actually letting them in, she was pretty sure she might have to spray them with a hose filled with holy water to keep them away.

“What happened to you?”

She looked up to see Clark walking into the store. “What do you mean?”

His face scrunched up like he didn’t want to answer. “Nevermind. I don’t want to know.”

Darcy grinned. “You sure?”

“Very. I just came by to warn you that those surf assholes are looking for you.”

Darcy sat up straight. “Me?”

“Yeah. They’re saying you're the reason their place burned down. You and one of those bikers.”

She didn’t stop the smile that grew at the reminder of the night before. The encouragement of her violence was so deeply pleasing to her that she could barely put it into words. She had always been told she was the problem, something to use and to fix. It was never like that with these men. “Oh…well, that’s because we did.”

Clark’s eyes went wide. “You did?”

Darcy leaned against the counter, resting her arms on it. “Wouldn’t that be a story? Imagine if we just Molotov cocktailed the place, once we made sure it was empty, of course. But that would be crazy…after all, we’re pretty distinctive, aren’t we?” She probably should have felt bad for what she was doing, but Darcy had enough run-ins with the police to know that if there was no actual proof, they couldn’t pin anything on. Witness testimony from other punks didn’t hold up, especially if no one could say she actually confessed to them.

He frowned slightly, unsure if she was telling the truth or not. “So…did you?”

Darcy tilted her head, watching him. “Do you think I would?”

“I think they would.” She knew exactly who he was referring to.

“Probably,” she agreed. They were going to have to do something about that though if the surf assholes were looking for her. She wasn’t worried about them going after the boys. The whole vampire thing worked in their favour. Darcy just wanted to make sure any retaliation against her wasn’t going to impact Sampson, Clark, or the innocent people at the motel she lived at.

Clark left without a word now that his warning was given. Not unusual. Darcy settled back in her chair and started planning.

The boys were waiting for her as soon as the sun set. Of course they were. Darcy made a note to talk with them about the concept of boundaries and what hers were. This time though it saved her a trip from trying to find them, especially since they preferred to hang around the boardwalk and she preferred to avoid it.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” she asked as soon as she was close enough.

“Then wait for you? Nah, girl.”

David held out a hand for her, inviting her to his bike. She was tempted to choose someone else just because but she decided to throw him a bone. She let him guide her behind him. The engine under her was warm and she wrapped her arms around David’s waist before he took off without warning.

The good thing about riding with David was that despite his mullet, he had less hair than the others, allowing her to easily see what they passed. Pedestrians dove out of the way as they crossed the boardwalk. They drove through the sand, laughing as they sprayed some of the people hanging around bonfires.

Darcy recognized the cliffs that made up the entrance to their lair. Paul swept her up off of David’s bike into a hug, before she dug her fingers into his ribs. She had no clue if it hurt but it was enough that he squirmed before Marko yanked Paul into a headlock and he was forced to let her go. Dwayne was at her side, offering to help her down. She stood at the top of the rickety metal stairs before she turned. “You’re going to have to carry me. I’m not walking down this.”

She heard someone laugh but Dwayne was dutiful in the way that he carefully picked her up and held her firmly against him. She closed her eyes but it only took seconds before she could feel that they were in the cave. Dwayne set her down gently.

“Thanks,” she told him.

“Don’t have to thank me, rosy-girl,” his fingers brushed her cheek. She was suddenly reminded of that night in the cave when he brought her funnel cake to celebrate karma hitting that animal abuser hard.

“We told you,” David’s arm wrapped around Darcy’s waist, drawing her away from Dwayne. “We’ll take care of you, Darcy.” He dropped down on a chair, pulling Darcy with him.

“Yeah? What does that entail?”

“Whatever you want, babe!” Paul called out as he made his entrance. Marko followed behind. The two of them playfully shoved each other.

She focused on the way David’s arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. He pressed his face into her hair, grip tightening slightly. “Are you hungry?”

“A bit,” she admitted.

“Marko! Go get some food.”

“Darce! Anything you want?”

“I’m not picky,” she called out, leaning back into David. Marko grinned before disappearing.

David’s hand slipped under her shirt, softly stroking her stomach as he kissed her neck. It was strange to feel so comforted by the action considering what he was. She can’t stop the flinch though as his thumb presses against the surgical scar on her left side. He paused. His thumb stroked the scar again and Darcy forced herself not to react to it.

“What happened?” His voice was low, laced with a threat that she knew wasn’t aimed at her.

“It’s from a surgery,” she answered, trying to keep her voice steady. It’s not enough as the others seem to hear. She found herself quickly surrounded.

“Surgery?” Paul asked. “What happened? Wrong side of a knife after you swung a bat at them?” it was playful, but the same threat was in his voice that was in David’s. “

She smiled at the promise in them. It was an odd thing to know that there were people who were prepared to fight for her, especially considering why she had that scar in the first place. “No, I had to donate part of my liver.”

There was a moment of silence that suddenly felt suffocating.

David’s grip tightened. “Had to?”

“Yeah,” she said. “My sister needed it.”

The men look at each other, a silent communication she wasn’t a part of. She tried not to let it grate.

“You offered?” Paul asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Her throat tightened, a familiar lump growing in response to the question. There was never a chance to offer. She simply had to. She can practically hear her family telling her that she should consider herself lucky, that she should be grateful she can help, that she is so selfish!

“Darce?” A hand tilted her face up, back towards David who was staring at her with a slight frown. He seemed to read something in her expression because the next thing she knew, he moved his hand off of her stomach and was pulling off his glove with his teeth. Her eyes were drawn to the scars that littered it, the reminder of her conversation with him. Fucking fathers.

“My sister has been sick my whole life. I had to give her whatever she needed: marrow, plasma, liver…whether or not I wanted to. That was the only reason they’d had me after all. They told me themselves. Everything had been perfect before me. By the time I was old enough to say no, they guilted me into it again and again, carving more of me away until I’d had enough. They turned everyone we knew against me for being selfish, for not wanting to help my own flesh and blood. I refused to be anything they could use ever again.”

Someone was growling.

It took her a moment to realize it was all of them.

“Never again,” David said, voice lower and rougher than usual. “No one’s ever going to force you again.”

Darcy smiled and leaned forward to kiss the ridge of his brow. “They haven’t forced me into anything for years. Not since I crashed their car and stopped staying in their house.” His face smoothed into the human one she knew well.

“That why you’re living in a motel?” he asked. “In Santa Carla?”

“I told you,” she teased. “I’m a time traveller.” They laughed at that and Paul and Dwayne finally eased up, moving away from them. It likely helped that David motioned them off.

His thumb smoothed over the scar one last time. He reached up, brushing her hair back and tucking it behind her ear. He paused and she felt him pull the backing off of her earring.

“Hey, what are–”

He put a finger on her chin, turning her face back away from him. He took out her earring and tossed it. She heard it bounce off the ground. She sat there for a moment before feeling him press an earring into the space he had made. When his fingers moved, tracing a path down her neck, she turned to look. It took a moment before she realized what was missing.

“Did you…give me one of your earrings?”

“Looks better on you,” David said. “Now you’ll have a piece of me wherever you go.”

“Thank you.” It was a sweet gesture and something told her that David didn’t usually do sweet. Maybe it was the way they tended to interact, ready to tear each other's throats out at any given time.

He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t soft. David kissed her as though he was trying to consume her. He burned himself into her. He finally pulled back when Marko returned with food.

Darcy was a little high from the way Paul kept shotgunning his joint with her. She was lying on their couch, listening to the way the boys were rambunctious around her.

“Hey, rosy-girl,” Dwayne murmured as he knelt next to her. “I got an idea.”

“Hmm?” she turned to look at him. He was lit by the fires in the cans that they had burning. It was a good look on him. Made him seem more human somehow. Maybe it was the warmth of the light on his skin.

His hand slipped up under her shirt. He found one of the surgical scars easily, fingers brushing against it. He didn’t move higher as she expected. “You want to erase those scars? Make something beautiful on you.”

“Like a tattoo?”

He grins at her. “Better. I’ll make some new scars, a reminder of who you are.”

Darcy frowns slightly. “You wanna cut me up?”

“Just a little,” he says. “It’ll hurt, but you’re not afraid of a bit of pain, are you?”

“Pain’s never stopped me before.”

His grin turned a bit sharper. “Knew it wouldn’t.” He flipped open a knife. She eyed it carefully, but it looked new and sharp. “Let me?”

She considered it carefully. She wasn’t exactly a fan of knives near her, but it wasn’t like he’d put her to sleep through it and the idea of changing those scars into something she chose was appealing. It would shift from something taken to something given. “Yeah,” she breathes. “Yeah, okay.”

Despite being high, and Paul shotgunning more into her mouth, she felt everything. Dwayne was extremely skilled. The pain wasn’t as strong as she expected it to be. He spent his time carving into her and distracting her with his mouth and tongue pressing against her skin.

She fell asleep, feeling someone's hands stroke her hair and Dwayne murmuring that she’s been so good for him.

Darcy woke to the sun hitting her face. She moved automatically, trying to roll away from the brightness. The sharp pain across her abdomen made her gasp and bolt up, instantly regretting it. She breathes through the pain, a practice she’s all too familiar with and has long tried to forget. A quick glance showed that the boys had managed to properly bandage and wrap her stomach. It was tempting to undo so she could see how far Dwayne had gotten, but experience has drilled into her to leave her bandages alone.

Darcy pushed herself to her feet before leaving the cave. There was no point in sticking around bored out of her mind waiting for the sunset so the vampires could wake up. She had better things to do. Like finding a way to get to her job that she was probably late for.

It took her longer than she wanted to get up those fucking awful metal steps. She mentally cursed the fact that she was attracted to a bunch of vampires who had no consideration for the humans they stole. Not that she could blame them. She wouldn’t make an easy exit for anyone she decided to kill, but it was a fucking pain to deal with now. Especially when the wounds on her stomach were killing her. Figuratively.

She considered stealing one of their bikes. They didn’t actually need it and it would’ve served them right to have to share when they left her alone in their cave. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that she wasn’t entirely sure she could balance properly. Not with how her stomach twinged with every movement.

So she walked.

She saw the smoke first.

It took a moment before she realized where it was coming from. She took off running. There was a small crowd on the street. She shoved her way past the tourists and the few familiar citizens until finally, she was close enough to see it. Sampson’s shop was burnt down. A still smouldering wreck that was hollowed out and collapsing before her.

“What the fuck?” Darcy exclaimed, looking at the chaos she knows she didn’t cause. “What happened?”

“Darcy!”

She turned at the sound of her name. Camila, Sampson and Clark came barreling toward her. Clark hit first, hugging her tightly before he realized what he was doing and let go. Camila took his place, hugging her before pulling back to cup her face in her hands and turning her head so Camila could look her over.

“Dios mio, you’re okay! We thought you might have been caught in it! No one’s seen you! You weren’t at the motel!”

“What happened?” Darcy asked again, looking between the two adults.

“Surf Nazis came for revenge like I said they would. Everyone knows you work here, Darce,” Clark said.

Anger burned through her, as hot as the fire that lay dormant in front of them. “They did, huh?” That’s fine. She could deal with those assholes. She knows if she asked, the vampires will help. Still, that does not erase the fact that her work is destroyed. It wasn’t even hers. She looked over at Sampson. “I am so sorry.”

“Nah, Darce. It’s a bummer but it’s just threads. The man is already asking ‘round. More important that you’re safe. We were buggin’ out thinking you were inside.”

“The boys picked me up after work,” she said. “I spent the night with them.”

Camila muttered a prayer before hugging her again. “Where are you staying?”

“The motel?” Darcy answered.

“Is that safe? Mija, if they know where you worked, they know where you live.”

That was an excellent point. Still, Darcy hated that they were forcing her into this position. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll figure it out.” Worst case scenario, she’d stay in that stupid cave. She wasn’t about to let that happen though. She’d deal with these assholes first.

“You can stay with me,” Camila offered. “Come, let’s get your stuff. Even if you find somewhere else, you can have your stuff somewhere safe until you decide.”

She barely knew Camila but Sampson did and she trusted him. “Sure, thanks.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout the store, Darce. I’ll let you know when I have something else set and I’ll come by Camila’s, drop off your pay, ya dig?”

She tried not to smile. “I dig,” she agreed. Clark disappeared again but Darcy let herself be led away from the wreckage by Camila.

She gathered her meagre belongings from the motel and dropped them off in the spare room at Camila’s house. The older woman seemed ecstatic that she was there, taking the time to show her around and, more importantly in her words, feed her.

Fuck everything else. This made it worth it. Camila apparently hadn’t had anyone to feed in ages because she seemed enthusiastic and determined to find out what Darcy’s favourites would be.

Darcy was free to roam the house as she waited but she stayed close and kept up the conversation.

“Is this your husband?” she asked, pointing to a picture on the mantle. Camila was younger, but the smile on her face was the same. The man next to her was a little taller, his grin wide and holding Camila close next to him. He looked like a good man, but Darcy knew how looks could be deceiving.

“Ah! Si, that is my Ernesto! That picture was taken the day we met our guardian angel.”

Darcy looked over, bemused. “Your guardian angel?”

“It was in Los Angeles, Nineteen…sixty-five I think. Ernesto and I, we were struggling. I was thirty,” she went back to cooking and Darcy followed her into the kitchen. “When I met him. Smart man, handsome, but it was not so easy then. Our angel, sh-they helped us find our home. Gave us money for a proper start.”

Darcy’s eyebrows rose. “What did they want in return?”

“Nothing.” Camila laughed when she turned to look at the expression on Darcy’s face. “It’s true. Said it was payment for the future, that they wanted to…invest in our happiness. Never asked for anything in return. And we’re not the only ones in town who have received their help. Our angel would come by sometimes, just to sit with us. I think…they were lonely.”

Darcy had never considered herself lonely at any point in her life. Being lonely meant that you were giving others power over you, that you were setting yourself up to be indebted to someone for their company. She refused to part with anything of hers that she wasn’t fully willing to give.

Before night fell, Darcy started walking back to the bluffs. Her stomach burned with the movement but she needed to find the boys before they saw the burnt down remains while looking for her. If they were going to be as pissed as she was, she wanted to aim them in the right direction. The Surf Nazis stole something from her, from people who helped her. She would steal something back.

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours

Paul x GN Selkie Reader

Paul x creature partner is my favvvv, think he would be so cute with a selkie reader🥰🥰 hope y’all love this! Not sure if there will be more yet but I plan to keep it fluffy regardless:)

(Also Paul is on the Santa Carla ocean conservation board because of Fishy, so he’s an advocate for all sea creatures🥹)

Warnings: reader is mentioned to be nude a couple times because in selkie lore, they are when they shed their seal skin🤷🏻‍♀️ (readers body not described)

Paul’s teeth tore into the skin of some asshole’s neck. He was sure at one point he’d known his name, but after an endless night of sharing joints, it was long forgotten.

Paul wasn’t picky about his blood, but stoners were his filet mignon. They had a sweet and spicy flavor, and they always left him with a buzz.

This one was yummy, but he’d been insufferable. He wore a scarf and wire rimmed glasses he didn’t need, he was a philosophy major who’d met both of his girlfriends in his gender studies class, and ten minutes into their conversation, he’d explained to Paul that it was actually pronounced “Van Goff” and not “Van Go.” Paul had quickly moved him from his smoke circle list to his dinner list.

As he sucked the last drops out of Mr. Pretentious, Paul let his body fall to the sandy ground underneath the boardwalk.

He checked his watch, there was still time before sunrise. Paul couldn’t think of anything better to do with the rest of his night then ride out his high on the beach.

Dwayne seemed to like it after all.

Paul snuck away from his dumping grounds and began to stumble towards the shore.

He paused, rubbing his eyes.

He had to be hallucinating, because reclining on the sand was the most attractive person he’d ever seen in his unlife…

…totally naked. God what was in that weed.

He rubbed his eyes again. You were still there.

So this was why Dwayne loved the beach so much.

You were radiant. Alluring in a way that made Paul swear he’d dreamed you up. No person was that perfect. He was over the moon instantly.

A look of pure determination washed over his face as he desperately tried to conjure the words to speak to you. He scowled as he thought this would have been a lot easier if he was sober.

After a few minutes, he realized he’d better come up with something quick because he’d been fumbling around behind you for an almost unacceptable amount of time.

Just as he was about to approach you, he watched you shiver as a cool breeze blew past. Your arms crossed over yourself, rubbing your shoulders as you tried to keep warm.

Paul softened. He may have been a bloodthirsty, vicious vampire. But dammit, he was also a gentle man.

His eyes scanned the shore until they landed on a sleek leather coat.

Paul strode to your side and picked up the coat, smoothing it out a little.

You whirled around, fear blooming in your chest at the sight of a strange man holding your coat, your only escape to the ocean.

But instead of keeping the coat for himself, he flashed you a warm smile and held it out to you.

“You must be freezing,” he said, maintaining impressive eye contact as your naked body graced the sand.

Your jaw dropped. You’d heard many horror stories from elder selkies about the cruel and savage human men who would hunt down stunning selkies, only to take their coats and lock them away. Confining the selkies to the land, and shackling them to the men who’d stolen from them.

The captured selkies would be forced to live as humans while their hearts ached desperately for the world beneath the water.

You’d met some of your kind who’d suffered this terrible fate and escaped, but some you knew had never returned.

But this sweet, handsome man, he was giving you your coat? You’d never heard of such a kind human man.

You took the coat from his hands, half expecting him to yank it back, but he didn’t, he let you take it. “Thank you,” you uttered reverently, folding the coat over your arms.

“No problem baby,” his smile widened, “what’s a babe like you doing out here so late?”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I- I’m not a baby,” you told him. You had thought you looked like any regular adult human in this form.

Paul’s eyes widened, “oh uh, no sorry that’s not what I meant,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s like uh…well you know it’s a nickname.”

He was wayyy to high for this.

“Nick…name?” You rubbed your temples, “but my name is not nick…” you trailed off, confused.

Paul’s head was pounding. “No, sugar, it’s like um…it’s like a nice thing to call someone you know?”

Your face flashed with something Paul thought resembled understanding as you nodded slowly.

“Damn babe, you from outer space or somethin?” He asked, only half-joking.

“No,” you replied.

“Mkay,” he shrugged, hey he had secrets too, one of them was currently decomposing under the boardwalk.

He noticed your shoulders shake before realizing the coat was still in your arms, “you’re not gonna put that on sweetheart?” he asked.

Your lips pulled downward. You weren’t ready to change back yet. Not when you were having such a wonderful time with this man. He was teaching you important human things. You figured you’d better stick around.

You vigorously shook your head no.

Paul mirrored your frown. He couldn’t let you freeze to death. “Alright baby well at least take mine,” he offered as he shrugged out of his own jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

You could have melted into a puddle right there.

This man hadn’t just returned your coat. He’d given you his coat as well. What a strong man he must be to brave the cold. He would be the perfect mate.

You practically purred as he buttoned the jacked around your shoulders. You leaned in to nuzzle against his shoulder. “You’re so strong” you hummed, “so warm, so handsome.”

God bless the beach.

Paul beamed, “yeah baby? I hit the gym every now and again, nothin special.” He flexed his bicep with a smirk.

“Mmm,” you hummed, moving closer to press your cheek to his chest, wrapping your arms around him, desperate to be close.

A goofy smile spread across Paul’s face as he couldn’t imagine a man on earth as lucky as he was.

Then he remembered. Daylight.

His watch confirmed his fears, it was time to go.

“Listen sugar, I could do this all night but I’ve gotta get going,” he cursed his Sun intolerant vampire body, “but give me your number honey and I’ll call you anytime.”

You glanced up at him, confusion written all over your face. “Which number do you want?” You asked.

His brow furrowed, “home, cell, work, whatever you have babe.”

“Three?” You guessed.

Paul shook his head in disbelief.

“Let’s try this, where do you live baby?” He asked.

You smiled, you knew this one.

“With you,” you purred, wrapping yourself around him once more.

Paul raised an eyebrow, “what?”

“I live with you now,” you informed him.

Paul stood still for a second, processing as you held him.

“Yeah ok,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you toward his motorcycle. Best night ever.

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Santa Carla - Chapter 1

Summary: FBI forensic pathologist Sam Stanley has been sent to sunny Santa Carla California to examine, and investigate a rather young man who had been brutally murdered it seemed. Now the job of a very eager Sam and his no-nonsense partner Liam. While Santa Carla is fun, it's already gotten a hold on Sam even more so when he gets into a certain state.

Warnings: Dead body, mildly graphic details of the dead body, Sam gets picked on, the lost boys being themselves, some confusion. Mentioned alcohol and pill taking, and possible mention of issues Sam has but not explicitly stated.

The long sometimes bending stretch of road from the privet airport was very...Boring to say the least. Sam had been sitting patiently in the car this whole ride, holding one of his suitcases, and the boxy machine that helps him examine things, something told him he'd be hunched over it a lot more than normal.

Music had been softly playing, just barely as they drove, the most notable sounds were just ones the car was making, and while Sam had tried a few times to turn it up, Liam, kept slapping his hand away like he was a small child.

Growing tiresome of these conditions Sam tried his best to simply look out the window, the beaming sun that shun through the window doing everything in it's power to turn his hair an even brighter, an almost glowing golden blond colour that seemed heavenly. He had put his suitcase on the floor between his legs, and had taken up resting his arm on the door, and propping his chin on his hand as he stared, and tried looking around.

He had seen a few pine trees, odd ones but still, they were pines nonetheless. Sam however hard he tried grew more and more bored, looking at the clouds, the passing scenery, the random billboards, the most fun part were the electric lines, he liked watching how they dipped in a rhythmic order each and every time.

Then, it hit him. Like a ton of bricks. He began shuffling and wiggling in his seat, hearing some one off comment from Liam about something to do with a bathroom break, but Sam was focused on one thing he kept in his coat pocket.

A small black box, a little portable tape recorder.

Perfect for reminders and diary entries.

Hitting the red record button he went to talking into it timidity, a bright smile plastered across his face as he said the time while looking at his watch.

"8am on a sunny Sunday evening, the clouds are normal and very cottony looking today! I was picked up from the landing area half an hour ago by agent Liam. I saw several trees on the way here, I think they were some kind of pi-"

Sam was happily going on about what he'd seen and was about to talk about the pine trees since they looked different than most, then he planned on mentioning an RV park about the great Red Woods they passed earlier.

That was the plan until he was interrupted rudely by Liam.

"For fucks sake Sam knock it off! You're as bad as Cooper!! And I told you to call me agent Jones!" Liam, or special agent Jones, was not someone Sam was fond of.

He'd met him a few times in office, in passing, much like he'd met Dale Cooper, who he happily looked up to. Liam was a typical slick-back, black suit and tie kinda guy with just one suitcase. He already would get onto Sam about 'Dress code' in the office, something about his glasses dangling and his bowties.

Then again Sam always assumed he was just stressed, he assumed that about everyone.

Sam always wore blues, browns, and black. He'd always have an accent of red, blue, or brown. He always wore bowties, he always had his glasses on their chain around his neck for easy access, and he always had his machine, and one, or two suitcases.

This time he had three, but it was due to the large population, the supposed nightlife he was vaguely informed about, and the fact it's a beach...

the third suitcase was very much less full. He planned on, if he had time and wasn't too tired, to go get some sea shells, and sea glass! He loved that stuff, maybe even get himself a snow globe, he also loved those.

"Lia-Jones I don't know why your fussing over it! It's just something to pass the time with..." Sam tried to explain but was drowned out by the sudden ear-piercing yell and swerving of the car that brought them both to their senses.

"SEE! See! You almost made me wreck! Having to tend and scold you like a small child..." Liam was what a lot of people at work loved, and what many also described, simply, as a pushover asshole.

"...Can we just turn the radio on? we have a lot more to go before getting there.." Sam didn't wait for an answer as he leaned over to turn the nob to find a station and turn the volume up a little bit.

He didn't know a lot of the songs that were playing, but one had just started on some station that caught his attention.

"Don't turn it up too loud Stanley..." Liam spat out sternly at him, all the while Sam laid back in his seat and put his hand back to his mouth and leaned his head against the window of the car, letting his eyes close.

"People are strange

When you're a stranger

Faces look ugly

When you're alone

Women seem wicked

When you're unwanted

Streets are uneven

When you're down"

Sam took a final deep breath and let it out in a quick huff sort of manner before letting himself relax completely. Sadly he hadn't been getting much rest as of late, his dreams felt too feverish, his ears would ring, and he had a lot of work to do amongst other things.

"When you're strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you're strange

No one remembers your name

When you're strange

When you're strange"

He felt like he was in water, that feeling of floating and being free and yet sinking from his clothes and the water weighing him down as he heard the song. 'No one remembers your name~ When your Strange~' He didn't like that feeling at all.

He felt the same he did if he were offered a smoke break he didn't take, only to take a coffee break later.

A sort of..guilt, a ping of something pulling at his chest and his heart.

'People are strange

When you're a stranger

Faces look ugly

When you're alone

Women seem wicked

When you're unwanted

Streets are uneven

When you're down'

Maybe he was thinking too hard about this silly song, it was just a song about being strange! He wasn't strange he was a very normal typical, average ma- 'Women seem wicked When your unwanted' He was looking too deep into this silly song, just because it was making his chest ping.

"When you're strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you're strange

No one remembers your name

When you're strange-"

He could get behind this song, it was starting to fill his head with more fun ideas, maybe being strange was a fine thing after all. Then again maybe it was the rhythm that carried the song through his body, giving him a mild case of smiles and little wiggles.

He was happily enjoying it, 'When your strange-' Then a click and the radio was off completely....again.

"Liaaaaaam!! I was listing to that! I liked the song!" Sam imitated went to arguing and wanted to turn the radio back on.

"Yes I'm well aware you like the song, you were wiggling like a worm in your seat, and the song isn't even that good, some hippie rock nonsense from the 60s." Liam exasperated out to Sam who had turned his attention back to looking out the window, now with a mild headache.

"...oh wow.." He softly muttered to himself seeing the large sign that said simply,

"WELCOME TO SANTA CARLA"

He loved how the sign had a miniature version of it painted on itself, it was making him smile, he couldn't help as his eyes were fixated on it as they passed it and he saw the back of it which made him confused.

He assumed it was graffiti, but he didn't have time to slip his glasses on to properly see. He saw the welcome part, due to the large bold lettering which greatly helps but moving words and without glasses on? And them being small? that's hard to read.

"So Santa Carla huh? What's going on here anyway?" Sam was grinning he felt excited again, he felt alive, he was seeing water, cars, people, art, and trees so much was going on and he was eager to interact with it all.

"A young officer who worked at the boardwalk went missing about two weeks ago, he wound up being found by some tourist and well, it wasn't pretty..." Liam explained as they drove on towards the local police station which wasn't far from the start of town, a little on a hill, at least that's what Sam thought when they started driving up at a slight angle.

"Do you think this place has a nice diner? And hotels?" Sam wasn't expecting any answer that wouldn't be snarky or any at all from Liam but a mild surprise came.

"Maybe, that's the one good thing about travelling, diners, and we're lucky to get a motel...hotel-motel."

"Hotel-motel!" Sam and Liam did like to say hotel motel a lot, at least they said it at the same time.

"Okey enough goofing around Stanley, we have to talk to the Santa Carla police officers who found the body." Liam seemed in a better mood now, then again they were going to have to make those good first impressions on the local police officers.

"Then the morgue is that big building over there, we can walk to it."

That should be easy enough, and it was the very...decorated with graffiti building, obviously painted over in grey four too many times and a poorly done job in poorly done coasts and colours as well.

"This town is odd Liam."

"Stanely, for the umpteenth time it is Jones.." Liam spat out as the two exited the car, Sam leaving his suitcase in the car but bringing his machine with him to study the body later.

Liam had Fixed his tie, then rolled his shoulders before stepping off towards the department building, leaving Sam to play catch up while he struggled to take his cream coat off since he felt a little warm.

"Officers, pleaser to meet the Santa Carle Police!" Liam had already done the thing Sam hated, a man rolling their Rs, and saying Carla as Carle as a joke.

"It's Santa Carla agent Jones....." Sam didn't hesitate in correcting Jones, on how to correctly say, Santa Carla. While Liam seemed agitated Sam wasn't bothered really.

"Ah agent Stanley here is the Forensic Pathologist, he'll be the one doing the examination of the body, which is in the I morgue presume?" Liam spoke out with a more than forced smile on his face looking at the young agent who seems already tired of being in the room as he had a very blank stare while simply looking around the room, examining it almost.

"Agent Stanley care to introduce yourself to the locals?" Liam gave a small nudge to Sam, already knowing he had a bad habit of getting distracted. "Agent Stanley..." Nothing. "Sam!"

"Hmm? Oh uh, agent Stanley! Forensic pathologist! I'll be doing a lot of the work and looking around I believe.." He explained and gave a very quick rushed handshake to one of the officers.

"Well we have a small folder about the victim, we aren't sure what to make of it, we're thinking it's perhaps-"

"Werewolves." A chuckle came from the officer who said that obviously joking.

"Yes...werewolves...No, there had been a few sightings of a few mountain lions however and one was recently spotted close to some of the more wooded area." It was explained to Sam who nodded, maybe it was just an animal attack.

"Oh well if it's just an animal attack, then why not just say it was an animal attack? Get animal control involved." Sam state plainly as if that was the first fact to go to, which to him it made perfectly logical sense to him.

"Well, you'd have to take a look at it yourself sir, but we think maybe a mountain lion might have eaten him after...or tried to." A slight pause before He contained explaining it to Sam.

"But he seems to suffer lacerations that seem to be inflicted upon him, a gruesome murder is all.." He was calmly informed by the officer who had very curly hair.

That did spark his curiosity, which also made the most sense. Someone commuting a murder and dumping the body someplace seemed like a typical vaguely smart idea, now they have to find a motive and the weapon at least.

"Oh alright...Before we continue to the morgue, do you have a coffee machine? And restroom?" Sam asked very politely and was told that they could have the right before heading out, and that the restroom was down the hall and to the left, it being the 4th door on the right side of the hall.

Sam was thrilled with how easy it went, but Liam, of course, had to bitch while following Sam, since the coffee/break room was near that side of the hall as well as the door leading out to the mortuary building.

"Really Stanley? We just got here.." he mumbled to Sam who handed him his machine before opening the door to the restroom.

"....I want coffee...and really have to go... I'm sure you could use some coffee to, I've been up since 4am Jones," Sam explained and ducked inside the restroom.

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"Come on...Come on take it...just..just take it, it'll make you feel better, it works fast they said, it works fast, it'll make you feel better they said, help you focus, be more steady, you need that...your about to examine the body, you need to be steady..come on now take it, it's bitter I know but take it."

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"God damn, 'get the coffee, I've been up since 4am-' whiney childish grown ass man...." Liam Jones didn't like Sam Stanley for a multitude of reasons. Sam was clumsy, unorganised, tended to need coffee or tea, he didn't like certain foods, he'd take forever in the bathroom and come back a little more ditzy and dumb. At least Liam forgets his sense of fashion and his poor reading abilities.

Sam, also didn't like Liam, but more so for his attitude and how he acted, but Sam always assumed Liam somewhat tolerated or vaguely liked him, considering he got them two coffees by the time he exited the restroom.

Sam felt wonderful like the sun was smiling and beaming down on him, and the florescent hum wasn't bothering him as much. He happily excited heart racing yet he felt lost and calm now, defiantly a plus side.

"Splash some water on your face and get more awake Stanley?" Liam popped off and didn't waste any time in handing Sam his machine and his coffee.

"Yes I did! I feel lots better now!" He was always chipper and cheerful but even more so after calming down in a restroom, something about the cold water on his face always helped.

He took the coffee and frowned, "It's black isn't it?" He didn't like black coffee.

"Of course it's black I don't know what you like in it other than it being unhealthy and tooth rotting." Liam stated in an aggravated tone, he never could wrap his head around why exactly Sam liked it being that sweet.

"Oh...well I'm going to add the creamer and sugar to it," Sam stated and rushed to add creamer, or well that was the plan until he noticed how full the cup was. "LIAM!" Nothing, but this just meant he'd have to drink a little bit of the coffee before adding his creamer, and he did just that.

"Oh god that's disgusting..." Sam gaged as after drinking just enough to add the creamer and sugar into the previously black coffee now turned a cream colour that matched his overcoat.

"Now are you ready to examine the body?"

"Yes!" that's all Liam needed before he marched off leading the way to the building that was the morgue.

While walking through the parking lot that connected the police station to the morgue was interesting seeing so many different kinds of people. People with the sides of their heads shaved, people with wild coloured hair he didn't think was possible, people who seemed very threatening being friendly as they walked around.

A few stray cats that he kept getting distracted by, so much so he was walking much slower than intended while stumbling around his arms full as he did, and he stumbled right into a young boy.

The kid wasn't that old, or maybe they were, they seemed preteen, maybe early teens, had a red headband on and were staring at Sam as if he was something otherworldly and strange, which compared to the rest of the current residences Sam did kind of stick out like a sore thumb.

"STANLEY!! Stop lollygagging and come on! This body won't examine itself Mr., "Forensic pathologist"!!" Liam was nearing his last threads of patients with Sam who kept getting distracted by any and everything that shined, smelled, made sounds or had a look to them, so everything, everything.

"Oh sorry, excuses me, I have to go! Sorry again! Coming Jones!!" Sam rushed to the doors to the morgue.

"This is the morgue-MORTUARY" Sam suddenly blurted out as he entered the mortuary with Liam, with who you could see the strands of patients snapping as if being cut one by one.

"Stanley...yes, it's called a mortuary, did you forget?" Liam has such a condescending tone, that it made Sam confused, he swore he was just tired and genuinely curious from that tone of his.

"Yeah! I thought we were using morgue as code for something, now what's the victim's name? And where are they?" He asked and started walking off to hang his overcoat and jacket up before immediately rolling his sleeves up and putting his glasses on that dangled around his neck normally on their small chain.

"Where the gloves you wonder?"

"I wouldn't know, but the victim's name is Anthony Smith, he was 22 years of age, was going to collage, lived here all his life." The light clanging of metal and a faint sound of a button being pushed as Stanley set up his machine and tools to examine the body was heard and echoed while he then searched for the name, Anthony Smith.

"Has a clean record except for the occasional DUI which there's only two of, and he wasn't in with anyone bad as far as locals say," Sam hummed in response although he doubt Liam heard his as he rustled though the small documents of Anthony, all the while Sam had found the case and was more than happy to stare at the.... gruesome cadaver before him.

"He was working as a guard for the boardwalk for some extra money....had a girlfriend who's a waitress at a local restaurant."

"Well that's nice, maybe we can find her and talk to her while getting a bite to eat later," Sam spoke out to Liam as he stared at the corpse, Anthony, who Sam was even amazed got a positive ID on him at all.

Then again he must have had his ID on him, and had been missing for some time, so it made perfect sense as to how they could properly identify him.

"So what's he lo-oh dear god..." Liam wasn't often left speechless, but he was currently not only disgusted but also horrified. He could deal with dead bodies, even decaying ones, but this one was on a whole new level.

"Yes, he's not looking very good..." That was all Sam had to say as he turned his head. Liam got a very good look at a missing eye before he turned around to go back to the paperwork and personal record of Antony.

"Liam, can you tell me if he wore any jewellery? Rings, bracelets, earrings?" Sam called out to Liam as he looked around the head first, as opposed to his usual round of going to the hands first.

Anthony had suffered the loss of his eyes, it quite literally being brutally gouged out by either some kind of device or makeshift impromptu clawed-like hands. Knife hands if you will.

It was neatly done, but his face was left very scratched up in the process of doing such a thing as if it were a feral animal trying to escape and just happened to get angry enough to take his eye as revenge for whatever he did to piss it off.

A deep laceration, more of a deep gaping gash of a wound ran across his neck nearly severing his head. Sam didn't have to move around much or do much, to see everything. Then lose cut tendons, and severed blood veins, with the muscle showing.

It wasn't a nice look, it wasn't a very nice looking at all. Sam took note that he had a missing earring, he had the typical slight knot that would form from a poorly done piercing job.

"LIAM Did he have any jewellery?!" Sam yelled out to Liam while he continued examining Antony.

"Yeah! Yeah he always wore a stud earring, he had a ring or two...and a necklace he always wore."

"Thank you!! Hey, come look at thi-"

"NO Im okay I'm doing the paperwork..."

Sam couldn't argue with him, he knew it wouldn't get him far so he instead went back to examining everything.

Anthony suffered a few sharp almost circular puncture wounds on his torso and several claw marks. He had what seemed to be bites on his arms along with some bruising and scrapes made no doubt during this fight he put up with whoever did this.

"Who took your jewellery, Anthony..." Sam mumbled and while he didn't think he'd get any answers he did get a look at his nails now. He had to place the hands under his machine to better get a much more magnified look at them, see if he could spot anything at all.

"What secrets do you have Anthony..." He asked and both much could be found, nothing under the nails except some sand, which wasn't very helpful considering they were right by a beach.

But then he saw something helpful, ring ringer, left hand, a sliver of a shard of blue glass, no doubt from some kind of bottle.

Anthony did suffer from getting DUIs so it's no wonder he probably went off and drank, with friends and probably got into a scrape with someone, maybe he angered someone, or maybe it was a work of a truly dependable kind of person. Regardless he was later dumped and several bones broke post-mortem.

"Stanley are you done talking with the dead guy?"

"Hmm..." Sam hummed as he removed his gloves to fill out his own bits of small paperwork, and also to make it easier on the coroner who would no doubt take over in a few days.

Listing everything he found, as well as all evidence and he'd later have to look at a photo of Anothy to see what kind of jewellery was missing aside from a simple stud, and some kind of ring and necklace.

"STANLEY!"

"Yes! I'm finished!"

"it's about time! It's been 5 hours!" Liam sounded tired, was Liam here the whole time? What time was it when they got here..

"What? but...I just...I just started examining the body..." Sam tried to reason with himself on that one, he hadn't been the best with time, never was, but he was sure he had only been at it for a few minutes...not 5 hours.

"Yes Stanley, you've been at this for 5 hours, I left three times, I told you each time but you weren't listening," Liam was tired, his last bits of patients really getting worn out fast now.

"You apparently had been calling for some jewellery facts about Anthony here while I was gone and so I had to tell you when I got back!"

"Well, it was a very complicated body."

"Yes Sam I know, I saw a glimpse too much of the poor soul."

"...now what.."

"food, let's go ask the girlfriend some questions, maybe they gave her the jewellery or something.."

"Where does she work anyway?" Sam was slipping his coat back on and it suddenly hit him how long he had been working. He was starting to get that familiar warm invisible blanket feel around him as he stumbled out into the late evening air.

"Your gonna love this, a little diner on the boardwalk called, 'Three doors down" since it's three blocks down from the motels and three doors down from the main attractions." Liam was a little too excited, he had probably already gotten them rooms as well.

Sam hoped the motel-hotel was nice this time round.

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"It's not funny Stanley!! This is my good suit! And you ruined my coffee with that stunt you pulled!!!!" Liam was beyond furious at an incident that had just occurred at the diner.

"Yes, it is!!" Sam was laughing and smiling, a bright glow on his face as he laughed a cheerful laugh and wheezed a little. He sounded similar to the way one imagines a mix of a child's laughter and a squeaky toy for a pet. It's a sort of cheerful, fun, laughter that should get you to smile, but with Liam, all he saw was haterade for Sam.

Liam had the pleasure of working with Sam on a much smaller case previously, and of working with I'm on occasion in the office.

Liam liked to tease and joke with Sam, everyone did.

Sam Stanley was the unofficial verbal punching bag of the Breuer office at times in his department section, and boy did people love him for it.

Liam especially, since he knew Sam had a habit of sneaking in his special metal container that held his special pick-me-up drink for extra long stressful hours. Liam wouldn't judge it was that, smoke, coffee, or pills..

Liam couldn't judge either he indulged in his own personal flask, but was more secretive about it, while Sam would on occasion look you dead in the eyes and drink it, even pour it into his coffee.

He did feel bad for Sam Stanley, but he also couldn't help it, there was something about Sam that made it so easy to pick and tease him.

He was so gullible, he was so naive even after seeing so many dead bodies, he was soo...he was something else, he was just built and wired differently than everyone else.

Which lead to the current diner situation.

A year ago Liam had unscrewed the top off of the sugar container that way when Sam went to pour it, it would all fall in and ruin his coffee. While sam laughed it off happily and then was a little more quiet than normal it seemed he had forgotten and moved on quickly.

Sam did this today, he convinced Liam to put a little sugar in his coffee since "You like some don't you! And no sugar hardly comes out of these things anyway." Liam would trust sam as far as he could through him, which is far, very far, very very far....

But he's starting to think of not trusting this doe-eyed blond.

"Liam it was funny! Liam!! Liam don't do that!! Liam! You did that to me! How come I can't do it to you! It was just some sugar!" Sam was pleading with Liam to stop taking his suitcases out of the car, leaving sam with nothing in the car as the two argued in the diner parking lot

"NO STANLEY! It wasn't just sugar Sam! You ruined my entire night! You're always doing this! You lose track of time! you can't function on your own! You shouldn't even be working in this field!"

Liam had started taking full pleasure in chewing Sam out, he always did, a lot of people did because Sam Stanley would bounce right back and be on his best behaviour the next day..

"I mean look at you! Your hair is a mess! You can't see hardly without those damn glasses you wear as a necklace! Blind as a fucking bat! And have the brain of one!" Sam hated this, he hated hearing that but he couldn't help that he couldn't read well without his glasses.

"it's just for reading, Liam, come on you did that to me a year ago this month! This week actually! It was just a Monday when you did it!! It's fine! It's sugar!!" Sam again tried reasoning with Liam who just handed him his motel keys.

"Sam you had better act right in the morning otherwise I will report you to the bureau, and you will be off this ca-"

"Liam I'm the only one who can figure this out due to my machine and I've solved 4 cold cases Liam...4, you've only created cold cases." Sam calmly explained only to have Liam storm off and get into the car.

While the motel wasn't far, Sam could easily see the sign from the diner parking lot he..had more than too much to carry...and it was only 10pm.

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While he was putting his overcoat back on, and moving his bags around his arms Sam heard the low rumbles of several engines, then a sound of them speeding up.

What he first assumed to be a car soon turned out to be a group of bikers, a group of four.

They reeved their engines and circled him for a moment before stopping still very much circling him.

"Well hey there professor, you lost?" A long haired blond who's hair seemed so big and fluffy to sam, it really did have him staring but in a curious manner.

"Yeah you lost bowtie blondie?" An more curly haired blond asked, he had an interesting haircut and hairstyle certainly. He then leaned over on his bike towrds a spikey haired platinum, nearly white blond.

There was also a dark long hiared one, who stayed quiet while looking at Sam.

Sam had taken note of all their clothes, they had varying styles. The first one who talked with him had a mesh like top and jacket that had a line of what Sam thought to be coins or the covers of watches. He wore fitted white pants and his or maybe strap from the pants thing off on his leg, he wore boots.

The second one who piped up, had a very interesting jacket, that Sam was very fascinated by. I was littered with Patches, seemed to have been hand painted, and had some kind of tassels. The jacket seemed to have seen a lot of love over years of wearing it daily no doubt, if it's one thing sam was good at, it was spotting very well worn clothes and things.

He himself owned several well worn things, also as he loved calling them, 'Well loved'. Oh but he had a white half white muscle shirt, and leather pants from what Sam could see, as well as boots.

The third more platinum white blond was in all black, but the buttons on his overcoat were made of watch faces and he had a small broach? Or medal on him as well, eh wore gloves too! And spurred cowboy boots.

The other, the silent one he had just a leather jacket with a painted or stitched learned? Cheeta? Sam thinks it's a leopard. He had what he thought were normal jeans, and well, he wasn't in boots as far as Sam could tell, but he had a red fabric decoration on him as well.

"Well?" an almost cocky nearly mocking tone came from the platinum blond. "Cat got your tongue?" This pop-off remark had them all murmuring and laughing with him.

"Aaah....No! I just...your outfits." Sam was more worried and busy taking in the details of the young men than he was concerned with anything else!

his seemed to bother the ring leader, a lot seemed to bother him but the whole getting stared at slightly was bugging him.

"So do you got a name bowtie? We heard screaming and yelling and came to check it out! Only to find you and your four bags and all abandoned!" The first one he talked to said with a smile and leaned in real close to Sam making him back up, he had a smell about him that Sam didn't like,

"It's Sam...Im FBI Forensic pathologist Sam Stanley, and who might you very colourful crowd be?" He was smile as he struggled to pull out the FBI badge only for of course one of them, the colourful jacked one to snatch it right out of his hands.

"Sam huh?" A fit of hushed snickers and small giggles came from everyone as they looked at his Badge and showed it again, to the platinum blond.

"I'm David, Sam Stanley, and I suggest you be careful around Santa Carla, it'll chew you up and you wont be found if your not careful~" David told him and Sam simply smiled back to him.

"That's fine! Wouldn't be the first strange town I've come across!" A laugh came from him as he started the shimmy through a small opening between the bikes, he had to pass right by David as he made his leave.

"Now I really must be going, it was quite a fun meeting all of you! Especially your clothes and scents and looks! Everything soo.. it's so fun to me! Except you.." Sam looked at Paul who seemed insulted and devastated.

"Oh man come on now! What'd I do!"

"Nothing! You just stink of weed and so I suggest not smoking as much before going out, it's really potent." Sam stated this so matter of factly that the boys couldn't help the roar of laughter that came from them all, even Paul was holding his side.

"Well Sam, that's just how paul acts! That one with the colourful jacket is Marko, and the silent one is Dwayne....and you sure have some guts for someone who looks like that.." David leaned his face closer and put his gloved hand on Sam only for him to jerk away and worm through the bikes and get away a little.

"I-i'm sorry I really must be going It's, it's late, it's really late, almost early." Sam was rushing off only to get circled and harassed again, and again, and on the third time? Well, they weren't quitting.

For the most part, they seemed curious about him. Teasing him, pokeing fun at his bow tie wearing appearance, said he looked like a librarian from the 50s. They were a very rowdy hyper bunch and the only way Sam was able to get them off his tail was to convince them he'd see them tomorrow for, "Questioning" And that sparked all their interest.

"It's just routine, and since you said you go to the boardwalk often I figured I could que-"

"Alright sure, tomorrow night, find us I'm sure you'll recognize us, Sam, now come on boys! We have places to be!" Sam had a feeling that they didn't have many places to be. Yet he was too tired to care about any ANY of it.

He was stumbling again, the dull and bright lights were bothering him, and he once again heard a motorcycle after they all sped off yipping and hollering. He was hoping it was his mind, that he was tired until,

"Hey~" The voice was so soft and calm and yet it made Sam jump out of his skin. He didn't dare look a mild fear washed over him as he felt stuck. "Aweee you couldn't keep your eye's off me earlier, what happened?" It was probably Dwayne. He barely spoke in the group but why'd he come back?

"Hi.." Sam looked at him and the street lamp he was under wasn't helping him be a little blinded in his already weakening tired eyes.

"Hi yourself, no come on on I'll lead you to the motel..." Dwayne stopped his bike and walked it to the corner, and well Sam certainly felt safer.

"thanks, I get worried at night especially in places like this.." He explained to dwayne.

"Worried you'll get mugged?" Dwayne popped the question off.

"Oh no! Uhh there was just..an incident it was rather gruesome I had the pleasure of examining his body earlier..." Sam explained as they walked on.

"Ohh so that's what you do! Exhamin dead people!" Dwayne felt pretty proud of himself for relizing that.

"Yes to a degree I do, yes." Sam was smiling again, that smile he had at the diner where he felt proud and sweet and was having a good time.

"Well, what makes you think I wouldn't do anything like that to you?" He said this softly as if trying to make sure he wasn't being threatened with it. "I mean, after all, why would I come back to you being alone?" He stopped and this earned the blankets look from Sam.

Dwayne didn't know Sam long, seeing as they just met and hour ago. But he could smile so bright it radiated a warmth almost and made you smile, he had a laugh that did the same, and he wasn't afraid to shimmy off or awkwardly walk off in the middle of a conversation.

He was a lot like Marko when they first found him, he was really bad about walking off mid conversation...maybe even paul.

But the stare, it was so cold. There was a stare that put even David to shame, hell maybe Max to shame. It was dead, a stare that had seen some things and never wanted to go back there, a shell almost, a falter in this bright happy blondie of a bowtie wearing agent.

"I doubt it, you would have done so already if you really wanted to I imagine, and even then, no one notices when Sam Stanley goes missing." Sam had a bright smile on his face again and a sickeningly sweet tone as he said that.

As if he had thought about it often enough to think of any impact it could have.

Dwayne was always what one could call tender-hearted, but while he's changed since then, he still can't help but get a little put off by things...Sam was one of them, he wasn't normal, and he loved that.

"Now why'd you come lead me to my motel?" Sam asked as they entered the parking lot of the motel.

"David wanted you to be safe, something about wanting to be the one to show you the night life and fine times here in Santa Carla....Your not the first FBI agent here Sam, and everytime we like to..show them around the locals do." Dwayne flashed Sam a smile of his own that had Sam grinning.

"Well that does sound fun! I'll see if i can get free, but I have to get work finished first and then we could go on and have fun on the boardwalk I'm certain!" Sam had reached his motel room but Dwayne wasn't finished with him yet.

"So why are you here?"

"Anthony Smith went missing two weeks ago, now he's showed up brutally murdered...Looks like the work of someone very...hateful." Sam explained.

"Hmm....let me guess everyone said he was a good guy huh? Straight As, few DUIs? We'd see him pulled over sometimes, and see him in other situations.." This sparked Sam's full attention.

"What are you?? Are you speaking?? In...code?" Sam never could shake that habit of asking that, but his earned him a chuckle form Dwayne.

"No, I'm not speaking in code, I'm just saying to ask his girlfriend how he was behind closed doors, guarantee he wasn't the nicest...." After finishing that he got back on his bike and started it up, Leaving Sam to bask in those words for the night.

"See you tomorrow night Samly~" A wink and he was off, revign his motercyle and off into the night he went.

"Ah you! Youu..you too....goodnight..." He was gone by that point but Sam still felt nice about saying that to him, or attempting to.

Now being inside his room he could relax, shower, relax, and go to bed.

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Sleep didn't ever come easy for Sam Stanley, not since he was a small child. He hit the ripe age of five and couldn't properly sleep since. Between the bizzarly trippy dreams, and the nightmares, he never could sleep..

Combine that now with his...habits and that one case, he doesn't sleep much unless it's with the help of medication, which has its drawbacks.

"Alcohols a drug, pills are drugs, caffeine and nicotine are drugs, hard substances are drugs, whisky counts as a mildly hard substance." He felt bad he couldn't sleep again, he didn't want to sleep again, he was scared to sleep again.

So here was, Sitting on the edge of his relatively decent motel bed, the lamps on, as he rubbed his forearms and held them crossed and close to his chest and his feet stayed on the floor eyes tightly closed muttering and mumbling to himself as he gently rocked about the various substances and how it's a drug.

"Take the pill you'll be better, take the pill you'll be better, cut off the whisky they said, cut it off and you'll get better, you'll get better.." It was ritualistic for Sam by this point, he'd been doing it for a year straight and saw barely any improvement in his sleeping or dreams, and behaviour other than, he was less likely to drink on the job now, but more likely to wake up in a cold sweat crying, and thus not want to sleep, and thus he's become a mild caffeine addict at times.

After an hour of being in the hotel room and his mindless mumblings to himself and him organizing the bathroom twice, and his suitcases three times, and putting everything in new spots a total of six times..He felt he was finally, ready to try and sleep.

With the lamps on, he didn't dare turn them off, he hated the dark, bad things happened when it got too dark.

As he let his eyes close and let himself relax and his mind wander to it's usual routine he found himself relaxing more enough to fall asleep.

"Take the pill you'll get better, close your eye's and you'll feel better, cut the whisky off and you'll feel be- See you tomorrow night samly~"

A small giggle escaped Sam as he fell asleep, that warm blanket feeling soothing him and helping him fall asleep to..decent dreams.

They were the cloudy kind, but least it wasnt the rooms again, he'll take the cloudy slow kind any day over the rooms again.

"See you tomorrow night Samly~"

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The Princess

Note: Hallo, this is for one of my lovely mutuals. @uniquemekylieb

Summary: A medieval au

Length: 2707

Characters: Dwayne x Kaya (OC)

He was the sworn sword of Princess Kaya since he was eighteen. His only job was to follow her around and ensure she was always safe. So, that was why he was standing off in the corner during a royal ball. His hand held the hilt of his sword, always ready to defend if needed. His eyes followed the princess on the dance floor. She was dancing with some High Lord of a neighboring kingdom. A fine suitor. Seeing such a beautiful woman dancing with someone so unworthy of her made him clench his teeth. He always felt he could be a much better match for Princess Kaya. After all, he spent every waking moment of the last ten years protecting her, and he was always willing to put his own life on the line to defend her. He couldn’t help but wonder why she didn't see how much he cared about her. Was it simply that he was just her loyal knight, and she couldn't see him as anything more than a servant?

He continued to watch as the princess danced with the High Lord, feeling more and more frustrated with each passing moment. Once the dance was done he watch as the Princess took her rightful place next to him again. He looked down at her as if waiting to hear her thoughts of the Lord. It was something she had always done. He was always curious to hear her thoughts about the men she had just danced with. She had been his lady for years, and he knew that she always had something to say about everything, so it was surprising when she didn't say anything now.

He waited for her to say something, wondering if she was just tired from all the dancing or if there was something else on her mind. However, she just continued to stare ahead, silently watching the other dancers.

“Are you alright, M’lady?” he asked her softly.

He glanced over at the princess to find her staring silently in front of her, as if deep in thought. She didn't seem to be paying attention to anything around her, and he couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about.

"My lady, are you alright?" he repeated, this time with a bit more concern in his voice.

At the sound of his voice, Kaya looked up finally, seeming to come out of her thoughts. "Oh, yes, I'm fine," she said quickly, as if trying to downplay whatever had been on her mind.

"Do you wish to get some air?" He questioned. "I'm sure the party will not miss you for a few moments."

Kaya looked up at him for a moment and then nodded slowly. "I think some fresh air would be nice," she said.

"I can escort you outside, my lady," the knight said, offering her his arm.

She took his arm and let him lead her outside, where the air was much cooler and quieter. They soon found themselves alone in one of the garden pathways, away from the crowd inside the castle.

"Are you positive that everything is alright?" He says once they were out of the ballroom.

"Yes, I'm fine," Kaya said quickly, but he could tell there was something wrong.

"Kaya," he said, stopping in the path and turning to face her. Dwayne only used her first name when they were alone. She had told him years ago that was what she wanted rather than hearing her title all of the time. Her eyes were downcast, as if trying to avoid meeting his gaze.

"You can tell me if you're worried about something," he said gently. "You know I would never judge you or think less of you."

Kaya raised her head, and he saw a tear in her eye.

"M'lady what is ever the matter?" he asked concern lacing his voice.

"It's just-" she said, then cut herself off as she tried to find the right words to express how she was feeling.

"I just feel like..." Kaya let out a sigh as she struggled to articulate her feelings. "I just feel so alone, you know?"

She looked up at him, her eyes still teary, and he was reminded of the little girl he had sworn to protect all those years ago. The scared little girl that used to hide behind him whenever nobles visited. The one that used to put flowers in her armor. The girl he had sworn to protect.

"You will never be alone," Dwayne tells her as he takes her hand in his, "not when I am by your side."

Kaya looked at Dwayne, and for the first time, she noticed the way he was holding her hand. It was gentle and caring, as if he really meant what he said. The two of them stood there in the garden path, and she felt safe and protected in his arms. The knight's words rang true now, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had been blind to something right in front of her this whole time.

"You're right," she said softly. "I will never be alone as long as you are here with me."

"Would you like to walk the gardens?" he asked her. He did not want to think about what the look in her eye meant. Not now. Not when she had so many worthy suitors still in the ballroom waiting for their chance to dance with her. Wanting to marry her.

"Yes, I would love to," she said, relieved that he didn't try to press her for information. She walked with him, taking a deep breath of the crisp night air. She felt calmer and more relaxed than she had in a long time, as if all of her worries had dissolved away in the cool night breeze. "Thank you for taking me out here," she said after a while. "It's so peaceful compared to how rowdy things were inside."

"Of course, Princess," He says with a bow of his head, "You've danced with quite a lot of men already. No harm in taking a moment to yourself."

"Yes, and I'll have to dance with many more," she said lightly, but he could hear a hint of anxiety in her voice.

"You do not seem very enthusiastic about the idea of dancing with anyone else," he said, turning to look at her with concern in his eyes.

She was quiet for a moment, before she finally replied, "I just..." she said, stopping and taking a deep breath. "I just don't want you to be offended if I dance with another man."

"Why would I be offended?" Dwayne tilted his head as he turned to look at her.

"I'm supposed to be looking for a suitable husband," Kaya said, seeming nervous even to discuss the subject.

"I've been invited to dance with several other men, and I wouldn't want you to feel upset if I accepted a dance request from one of them."

She looked at him, worried about his reaction to the idea of her dancing with someone else. He was, after all, the one whom she was closest to at this ball.

"I am your worn sword, m'lady. Your protector. It is your duty to find a suitable husband and that can never be me," he tells her, "so, you must dance with every noble to see who is your perfect match."

"I know, and I will," Kaya said, still feeling uneasy at the thought of him seeing her dance with someone else.

"I'm just glad to have you on my side," she said, smiling at him earnestly. "I always feel safe when you're near.” They walked in silence for a few moments, savoring the peace of the night sky and the quiet beauty of the garden. The flowers were blooming and their sweet scent was in the air.

"Can I ask you a question?" she finally said, after a while.

"Of course, Princess," he nods.

"Do you think it's possible for someone to feel a true and deep love for another person without ever getting married to them?"

Kaya looked up at Dwayne, waiting for his answer with bated breath. She didn't know how he would respond to her question, and she was terrified that he wouldn't understand what she was trying to say. She hoped he would understand, because she felt like he deserved to know how she really felt about him.

"Yes," he nods, "I think it is possible. Why do you ask?"

A smile spread across Kaya's face, as if she was relieved to hear him say that, "I guess," she said, "I was afraid that if I married someone else, I would be abandoning the person I truly love." She looked at Dwayne, seeing the expression of confusion on his face. He was clearly confused by her words, and she realized that she had to be more clear. "I think I love you."

"M'lady," Dwayne whispered. He stopped walking and turned to face her. He took her hands in his gently. "I will follow you anywhere you go. I will not leave your side for my love for you runs too deep for me to leave you alone." He confesses.

Kaya suddenly felt her cheeks turning red as she took in Dwayne's words. He was confessing his love for her, and it was almost too good to be true. "Dwayne, I-" she started to say, but was cut off as he leaned in and kissed her. They stood still for a moment, both of them frozen in shock. Kaya felt as if she was in a dream. She had never thought that she would find someone who loved her like this, and she was so incredibly happy that it turned out to be the one she had been with all this time.

"Will you dance with me?" he asked. They were in the middle of the garden now. A spacious place surrounded by hedges to keep prying eyes away. Candles that a few servants lit at the beginning of the night still cast a soft glow around them.

Kaya smiled warmly at his question, feeling happy and excited as she took his hand and allowed him to lead her towards the center of the garden. The sound of the nearby fountain could be heard, and the candles in the area cast a warm glow over everything. The air was still, and there was no one else around, creating a peaceful and romantic atmosphere. "Yes," she said, turning to face him. "I would love to dance with you."

Dwayne placed his hand on her hip as the other hand laced their fingers together, "Forgive me if I fumble. I am not as graceful as your other suitors." He pulled her close as he moved them around the garden slowly. They could still hear the faint music coming from the ballroom that they had just left.

Kaya let out a soft laugh as he began to move her around the gardens. "Do not worry, Dwayne," she said as she placed her hands on his shoulders. "You're doing fine. You're a much better dancer than most of my suitors." She looked up at him, feeling happy to be spending this time with him. She could see the passion in his eyes as he danced with her, and she felt like they were sharing something special. "You know, I'm beginning to think I already found the man I wanted to marry."

"M'lady, your father would never approve," he tells her softly.

"I know," Kaya said, feeling a pang of sadness as she remembered that her feelings would never be approved of by her father. "He's always wanted me to marry someone from a powerful family," she said bitterly. "He's never cared about what I wanted or who I loved. He just sees me as some kind of pawn in his political games."

She looked up at Dwayne, feeling a tinge of sadness as she thought about the situation. "I'm sorry, Dwayne. I know I shouldn't be talking about this."

"You are not just a pawn Kaya," he tells her, "You are a princess. A highborn who should be marrying someone with the same status. I was never worthy of you but being by your side is enough for me." He twirled her around as he continued to lead their dance.

"You've always been worthy of me, Dwayne," Kaya said, her voice taking on a tender and sincere tone. "Just because you weren't born into some noble family, it doesn't change who you really are." She looked up at him, feeling happy as she continued to dance. "You're the most selfless person I've ever known, and you always put my needs and feelings above your own. If anyone is worthy of marrying me, it's you."

"I wish I were able, M'lady but I cannot ask you to leave everything behind just for some lonely knight," He tells her.

"Dwayne, I would leave everything behind for you," Kaya said, feeling a tinge of pain in her voice as she remembered that her father would never approve of her marrying someone like him. "You're not just a lonely knight, you're the man I love," she continued. "I don't have a choice in who I love, and I can't make myself stop loving you just because of our difference in stations." She looked up at him with pleading eyes, trying to make him understand.

"Princess," Dwayne whispered, "we would always be on the run. Do you think your father is ever going to stop coming after us if we do this?"

"I do not know," Kaya said, feeling a pit in her stomach as she realized that she was proposing a radical idea. "But I also know that I can't keep pretending to care about those pointless political games as if they matter more than my own happiness," she continued. She looked up at Dwayne, realizing that he was right and that they would always be on the run. But she felt like it was something she had to do. "I refuse to let my father dictate how I live my life anymore. I'll do whatever it takes to be with you."

"Princess," He stops dancing with her for a moment, "this will be dangerous but... if we pass the boarders of the neighboring kingdom he would have no power to stop us."

"Then let's do it," Kaya said, feeling like she had made a decision that she wouldn't regret. She took Dwayne's hand and pulled him towards the edge of the garden. "We might not get a chance like this again," she said, looking up at him with a determined expression on her face. "Let's take this chance and run away together."

"You will have the luxuries that you have now, princess," he warns, "we will be peasants and we will have to find work."

"I don't need luxuries," Kaya said, feeling more and more certain that she was making the right decision. "All I need is you."

She looked up at Dwayne, feeling a newfound sense of freedom as she finally left the life of a princess behind. They were going to make their own way in the world now, and she felt like they could do anything as long as they were together. He wrapped his arms around her before he kissed her pouring all of his love into the kiss. Kaya felt her world melt away as Dwayne's arms wrapped around her and she lost herself in the passion of the kiss. She knew that they were taking a risk, but she didn't care. All that mattered to her right now was being with the man she loved. She pulled away from the kiss eventually, looking up at Dwayne with a dreamy expression on her face. "Let's go," she said. "Let's run away together."

“Come we can take a horse from the stable,” He pulls her out of the garden away from the castle, away from her father, and away from her duties. He led her to their freedom. To their life where they would be able to love each other without worrying about status. Where their love would be able to flourish.

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