Since my writings started to gather up attention (which is wow, I didn’t expect it at all, THANK YOU ALL), I decided to create a masterlist, so it would be easier for you and me both to navigate through this
I will try to keep this as updated, as I can, but if anything - tell me c:
The Lost Boys (1987)
Poly!Lost Boys
New in town (GN)
In Santa-Carla appeared new person. They arrived with the Emersons and at first it seems that Lucy is taken, which pisses Max off. What the Boys and their sire don't know, that this is Lucy's sibling. And they know what is going on here, as they are too non-human
Masterlist
Dark interest (GN)
Four friends, who ended school last year, meet a person on the Boardwalk. They all are interested in them, each in their own way. But none of them, not David with his intuition, not Dwayne with the knowledge and guidance of the elders, not Marko from more or less good family, not even Paul with not-standard way if thinking could imagine this person to be a vampire. Who is more interested in them, they could ever imagine
Masterlist
Goblin Ruler s/o (crossover with Labyrinth) (GN) (Part 2)
Alone (GN)
Sweets (GN)
S/o with crutches (GN)
S/o who loves classical music (GN)
Short s/o with cute laughter (GN)
S/o with social anxiety (GN)
Cute, innocent S/o (female) (part 2)
Quiet dancing (GN)
Really short S/o (GN)
Reader, who turns into a demon (platonic) (female)
Ghost s/o (GN) (part 2)
S/o from Addams family (GN) (part 2) (part 3)
Opera s/o (GN)
Southern s/o (GN)
S/o on roller skates (female)
S/o with fear of darkness (GN)
S/o, who got kicked out of the house (GN)
S/o, who's into disco (GN)
Burlesque S/o (GN) (part 2)
Russian S/o (GN)
S/o, who changes styles often (female)
Tall and curvy S/o (female)
Reader, the other kind of vampire (GN) (part 2)
Reader, who plays violin (GN)
Australian Reader (GN)
Reader who protects them (GN)
Nose bleeds (GN)
Witch (GN)
Werewolf Reader with a dog (GN)
Reader falls asleep very fast (GN)
Reader with heterochromia (GN)
Nesting (GN)
Believe (GN)
Funny Reader (female)
Marks (+Michael) (female)
Clumsy S/o (GN)
Cutie s/o (GN)
Rockstar s/o (female)
S/o into knitting/crochet (female)
Movie night (GN)
Nice evening (female)
Very emotional s/o (GN)
S/o, who's shy at first (female)
Violent (female)
Wrong words (GN)
British s/o (GN)
Barista s/o (GN)
Ghoul s/o (GN)
Deception (Female)
S/o with a pet (Female)
S/o like Lil Mariko (GN)
Depressed s/o (GN)
Artifical vampire s/o (GN)
Distance (GN)
Deaf s/o (GN)
Separately
S/o, who needs cuddles (+Michael & Star) (GN)
S/o with piebaldism (GN)
S/o, who saves them with blood (GN)
First feeding of s/o (GN)
Sudden kiss (GN)
S/o turning (GN)
Birthdays (GN)
David
First sight (female)
Pent up feelings (GN)
Denial (Male)
Marko
Darkness (Female) (Part 2)
Thoughts (GN)
Little guy (GN) (Part 2)
Dwayne
Secret admirer (female) (part 2)
Doubts (female) (18+!)
Saviour (GN)
Paul
Doubts (GN)
Friends with benefits (GN)
Michael
Awakening (Male)
Non-pairing
The lost Boys meet their female versions (with s/o)
I can't promise I return, but I will try to write at least from time to time, because there are way too much interesting things I planned somewhere in the past and many different and interesting requests
But for today, in honour of my birthday (yey, 27 and still depressed!), decided to post the thing I started writing way before my long depression fall and disappearance. Hope you will somewhat enjoy it)
Lost Boys with Russian Rock songs
David
Chaos was normal, usual deal in their cave. Marko and Paul argued about something meaningless as always, while the loud music was blasting from the boombox. Dwayne only watched the arguement, but here and then he added fuel to the fight, edging them more and more. He wasn't a willing participant, but he did like to watch the chaos unfold.
David watched them indifferently. He almost didn't pay attention to them. His thoughts were elsewhere. Not always he got in this state, and yet today was exactly the day for that.
I am not myself, my trail is lost
I'm buried completely in the sands of time
It was so long ago. It was so far away that sometimes it felt like a dream. But David knew the truth. He knew that was all but a dream. It was all real. Y/N was real, but so far away from him now... It was his fault, as he reminded himself exactly on this day once a year. David could not keep the track of the time and dates all the rest of the year, but this day was burned in his heart. Engraved into his brain. Some wild part of him knew it was the day, even without looking at any calendar.
"You are alright?" David looked at Dwayne, who watched him attentively, noticing his sullen silence. Almost cautious and wary Dwayne, always there and ready to support... His voice was almost inaudible in the loud cave, and yet David had heard him perfectly. Blonde nodded, standing up from his place.
"I am gonna walk a bit." He responded quietly as well. Marko and Paul continued their bickering, as David left the cave. They didn't need his thoughts, they didn't need his pain. His self-hate. It was all his to dwell on.
He flew to the Boardwalk silently and quickly. As far as he could from the boys. He wandered around people, igniting his cigarette. He didn't see people around himself, as he wondered aimlessly, surrounded by loud noises and music. He remembered it was loud that night too.
It was a fair. And he, mortal little boy, who just got out of the family house and got his first job... How proud of himself and how naive he was back then. David remembered music, children's laughter and fair games. He was watching the fun all around, as it became night. That was when he noticed them. Y/N. Beautiful, nocturnal. They came with night, bringing coldness of their skin and their musical voice in his life.
He didn't remember the bite. He remembered pain and then blissfull coolness and numbness that took over his body. David remembered them. Their laughter and eyes, flickering from their usual colour to yellow. He remembered their embraces and kisses. Cold and biting and at the same time irresistable.
Poison torments my soul with a temptation
Y/N was like a dream. They were perfect, they answered all his questions. They were loving and caring, and David almost forgot they turned him forcefully.
"You are just lost. My sweet lost boy." They cooed, embracing David before going to sleep, entangled together in the cave.
He learned how to see and divide people from non-humans pretty quickly. That was how he learned that Max, who he thought was just the man, who started the fair, was a vampire as well. And man wasn't willing to let go of David.
"They forced you into this, David. And now they are just trying to force you to stay with them. Can't you see that?" Max told him, seeing him feed on one of the nights. David didn't believe him. Y/N was sweet. They were kind. They loved him.
But he was right. Y/N loved him and was sweet, but minor inconvinience or something not going in the way they wanted, and sweet and nice facade was breaking down. They immediately tore any enemy or human in pieces, terrifying David, still new to all of it.
I sold my dreams and revelations,
Destiny has my salvation in its hands
He was becoming more mature with every day, with every night, when he had to feed. But constant Max' nagging and constant Y/N's nerves were getting to him. And in the end, quiet, calm and insistent Max won. He promised more calm life, more hidden and not open, dangerous lifestyle.
Eternal Ethereal Stranger
Would be able to save me
David stopped at the railings. He looked at the beach. At people walking there. He saw them. Almost every year he saw them. In the girl, whose laughter sounded like music. In the boy, who got angry and fought someone. In sweet delicate blood he took from his victims. In the lovers he found for the night, and whose embraces were sweet at least for some time. Almost like theirs...
His mind was betraying him, and every time he saw some traits of theirs in other people, his dead heart was flattering in his chest. He remembered them and almost believed it was them every time, as if some madman. That they were alive somehow. And guilt was eating at him alive.
She is devoted to me
And she is betrayed by me
He should have stayed with them. Or rather left with them. But he decided to choose Max. More stable, more calm, promising him family and strength at the same time. David left them and went to Max.
Y/N came for him. They came, trying to reason, sure that Max spoiled his mind with lies. Confident that David needed saving from him. They embraced David, happy, that he was alive, that he was alright. And he staked them.
Their surprised and pained eyes, betrayal and hurt in their face still haunted his nightmares for many years to come. He never forgot how limp and even colder than ever they felt in his arms. He hated himself immediately for that choice.
He couldn't change it. The day of their death was the day of his hate towards himself began. Flourishment of his pain and anguish. David wanted to touch them just once more. Just hold them and know he was safe. But he killed them. Boy lowered his head, closing his eyes. Cigarette burned in his fingers, almost burning his skin. And yet he didn't move.
"It seems to me you are still lost, my sweet boy." He snapped his head, turning around to see their smiling face and oh so familiar silhouette. But once David stepped forward, there was noone before him. He was going crazy, he thought, stepping back and sitting on the deck. They couldn't be alive. It was his mind punishing him for everything that he did. And yet he sensed their smell.
David would see them again, he thought, burning another cigarette. No matter if it would be in his pained mind, a year from that day, on another day of his worst mistake. Or in the other person's traits. Or if they would be alive by some miracle
He would see his eternal ethereal stranger once again.
Dwayne
You had been sitting with your friend for a long time. He was very insistent that you needed to meet up. You agreed with him, so now you sat at some bar, catching up on some news.
But your attention wasn't on him. You looked at some biker in the corner of the bar, who sat with his three friends. Tall brunette with deep dark stare... He was just your type.
"Earth to Y/N, hello!" Will snapped his fingers before your face. You looked up at him again and smiled.
"Sorry, I... Got distracted." You glanced at the biker one last time. You already met him couple of nights ago in the bookstore. But now his eyes were different. Almost darker... Hungrier...
"Oh hell no. Y/N, not another bad choice in the guys. He is the walking red flag! Like the one on his belt" Will groaned, noticing your stare at the bikers.
"Don't worry, I doubt he would consider me seriously. Dwayne is good though, but only as a friend." You noticed, sipping on your drink. You didn't lie to yourself. He was hot, he was dark bad boy. He had way better choices than you. And you could only hope to be a good friend. Or at least an acquaintance.
"Please, don't fall for his charms. The dude is pratically bad news. I heard nothing good about him or his friends. Fights, disappearances and broken hearts following them around." Will said to you, looking at you, fully convinced in his words and trying to convince you of it as well. You knew that he had your best interests in heart, and yet you thought he was overreacting just a tiny bit.
"Will, you are paranoid. If I listened to you, I would be locked up at home and was afraid of every person that lived on the Earth."
"But you would be alive." Your friend scoffed. He put a hand on your hand. "I am just worried. They are bad news. I mean, dude is walking with his bare chest out in the open, he is practically walking girls' magnet."
"Are you jealous that you are less attractive?" You chuckled. Will glanced at the biker and rolled his eyes.
"I would have attracted more girls than him anyway. I am smart and can speak with girls." He scoffed. You nodded, your face expression almost mocking him.
"Right... Because girls can see your wits before they see his tits." You joked. It had to be a coincidence, that Dwayne's company laughed at the table right after your phrase. Will kicked your leg under the table in retort.
You parted your ways late, after the midnight. You waved your goodbye to Will, promising you would get home safely. You lived not so far away from the Boardwalk, so you walked there by foot. You were strolling along the road, when you heard the roar of the motorbike behind you. You glanced around, seeing Dwayne slowing down near you.
It is a pity that you couldn't believe me that day
That your new friend isn't like everybody else
"Hello, Princex." He smirked at you. You smiled in response, not really stopping. "Need a ride?"
"I live not far from here, thank you." You looked at him, meeting with his dark eyes.
"But I can see how tired you are and how pained your legs are." Dwayne said in a low voice. Strangely, you didn't notice it before, but as soon as Dwayne told you that, you felt heaviness on your shoulders and you breathed out heavily.
"Alright, you can give me a ride." You agreed with a slight smile, getting on Dwayne's bike behind him, as he smirked. You explained to him where to ride, as the bike started from the spot. Soon he already parked at your house. You got off his bike, as Dwayne did the same.
"I must ensure that noone would snatch you as you walk to the door." Biker said. You laughed at that, smacking his shoulder.
"Oh, and they say knights are gone." You joked, walking to your front door, Dwayne following closely behind you. As you opened the door, you stepped inside, contemplating if you should or should not act on your thoughts. You turned to Dwayne, who stood on the porch. "How about some tea? I have no coffee and I don't really drink anything strong."
"Sounds good." Dwayne nodded, but made no move to step inside your house. You looked at him strangely, Will's warning still in the back of your head, before tugging on his hand.
"You already here, don't be shy, come inside." Dwayne immediately gave in and went inside. You closed the door behind him, leading the boy to the kitchen in the empty and quiet house they were alone at.
"You live alone?" He asked, looking around your kitchen, as you took out two cups for the tea. You nodded in response, putting on the kettle.
"Yep."
"Isn't it too dangerous?" He asked, stepping closer to you. You laughed, pouring you both tea.
"Why should living alone be dangerous? I know we live in 'Murder capital of the world' and yet you can't seriously thinking that there are some monsters in our town." You gave him cup, taking yours and smiling at Dwayne, who watched you carefully and without any smirk. Almost too serious.
"You don't believe in monsters." He didn't ask, just stated a fact. You sipped on your tea, shrugging a bit in response. You stepped away from him and turned your back to him, facing the counter again, as he watched you, almost not blinking.
You stayed with him alone, not knowing anything about him
You don't care about the fact
That he is dangerous for everybody
"Monsters are real. Maybe I am one." He said, his voice low and serious. You chuckled, shaking your head.
"You are knight in shining armour, you are not some mon..." You turned to look at him and... His eyes were red. You stepped back, watching in shock and horror as his whole face transformed and morphed into something horrible. Your hands let go of the cup, letting it fall down and shatter, as you stumbled back.
"I thought you said there are no monsters." Dwayne smirked, as you saw fangs in his mouth. You acted before you could realise it, running away from him, as he laughed coldly. You ran to your bedroom, locking the door. You had a phone, maybe you could help someone for help. But as you turned to the table, where the phone was, you bumped into Dwayne's chest. His hands tightly gripped your shoulders.
"No!" You exclaimed, struggling in his grip. He easily grasped your waist with one hand, the cold fingers of another hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him.
And you got into real warlock's hands
He ruined more than one like you!
"Look at me, Y/N!" He demanded. You tried to fight him, but he was like a wall, impossible to move or fight. "Look. At. Me!" His voice was almost a growl, as you looked into his red eyes.
Strange weakness overwhelmed you. He was some kind of monster. Someone who would easily kill you, and yet you felt some kind of relief. Some kind of freedom in his hands. As your struggled subsided, his grip on you loosened, as he put both of his hand on yur waist, caressing your sides.
"That is it... Don't worry. It is alright, princex... I promise I won't hurt you much. I will take you with me and everything would be good. You want me to take you with me, right?" He asked, his voice dropping to almost whisper. You nodded.
"Right..." You whimpered, her voice quiet. Your heart was racing in your chest, and yet you were slowly calming down.
"Good... You will be like me. Strong, beautiful, free. You want it." He said, leaning closer to you.
He can control you like a puppet in the night hour now
"I want it." You repeated. Last thing you remembered - Dwayne's grin and his cold laughter, before everything you could feel - pain in your neck, resonating along your body.
Paul
You sat on your bed, rubbing your eyes with a heavy sigh. You couldn't sleep as of late. You felt tired, as sleep hadn't come to you at all at the last nights. Always nightmares and no calmness or relaxation.
Growling, crimson blood everywhere, the closeness of some beast. Always one and the same nightmare. You sighed, lowering your legs on the floor, hiding your face in your hands with a groan. You wanted just a peaceful sleep. Not something like that.
I am here, I came to you
Came despite the destiny
Once again after this dream you felt someone's presence in your room. And yet you knew that if you look around or even turn on the lighting, you wouldn't see anyone. How many times you already tried to find some kind of intruder and how many times you remained just a silly paranoid person, who couldn't find anyone. You sighed, standing up. In the nearest hour you wouldn't fall asleep again, that much you knew.
You turned the light on, going to the kitchen, your bare feet making sounds, as you walked across your flat to your kitchen, that was lit only by the moonlight, shining through the window. You poured yourself some water, sighing. You didn't know what all of that meant, no matter how much you tried to understand or analyse this dream.
What beastly presence was it? Why so much blood? Was there any meaning at all to any of it? Or was it all just a freaking coincidence with how much horror movies you watched and how hard you worked at your job? Perhaps it was just a dream without any meaning. But then, why so repetitive?
Moonlight pours from heaven
I am a Beast, I have no rest
You never saw the figure that chased you. You just... Knew it was some beast. The beast that would eat you whole, that was nothing but death, unmoving, unflinching, unavoidable. And at the same time... It never touched you in the dream. You sighed heavily, leaning onto the counter.
"Why should I see that?! I ask of one night of sleep, is that so hard?" You groaned, closing your eyes, addressing noone in particular.
I sneak in the darkness, like a shadow
Cursing the daytime in my soul
Your head snapped up, as you heard the creak of the floorboards. That wasn't something you made up. That wasn't some 'mysterious presence'. That was a sound. Loud and clear, physical.
You could swear there was someone else in your flat. Now, for real.
You looked around, opening the drawer next to you to take out the knife. At least you should have some kind of weapon to protect yourself with. You carefully and slowly went into the corridor. You looked around, wishing to turn on the light.
But as you were about to turn on the light, someone pushed you to the wall. You groaned, pushing the attacker away and stepping back into the kitchen. You could see the silhouette of some man in your kitchen. He had something in his hand, and you guessed it was a knife.
"If you scream, I will kill you." He warned you in whisper. You pressed your lips together, looking at him warily, squeezing your fingers on the handle of your knife. You would definitely lose the fight, you weren't exactly that much efficiet with the knife, other than chopping some vegetables, but damn if you wouldn't try to protect yourself.
"Dude, I had a terrible day. And even worse sleep. Please, get out and I will forget all about it. And won't even call anyone." You hissed in response. The man groaned and stepped to you. You stepped away and noticed how the itnruder suddenly froze in his tracks.
There is a shadow of the Beast behind you
You are together always and everywhere
"What the hell is that?!" He exclaimed. You didn't have the time to ask what he was talking about, hearing the growl behind you.
You didn't have time to turn around. That something that was growling behind you, immediately pushed you aside with the strength that made you fall to the floor.
Next thing you knew, you heard scream of this guy and shattering of the glass. When you raised your head, all you could see - emptiness in your kitchen and corridor and shards of broken glass from the now broken window. There was no intruder or anyone else for that matter in your flat anymore other than you. Only broken glass on the floor and heavy, almost deadly silence.
Your heart was beating out of your chest, while you tried to process everything. Was it your... "Beast"? Jumping from your spot, you rushed to the window, but there was noone on the ground aside from shards of broken glass. Like nothing had ever happened at all. You stepped back, your shoulders falling in exhaustion. You couldn't wrap your head around what was going on and had just happened. Especially after the lack of sleep. You groaned, looking down at the shuttered glass. You thought it would be better to clean it at once and not delay this.
Now believe me
This beast is Me
You had to clean it up and have some sleep. At least some of it. You and your close friend Paul was going to meet tomorrow, you couldn't be sleepy, when you two hang out. He didn't like it.
Paul agreed with your decision to go to sleep, licking his tainted bloody fingers, as he watched you through the window, floating above your flat.
Marko
You wandered around the Boardwalk, trying to distract yourself from your everyday problems. From problems at home with parents, from problems at your summer job, from petty drama and problems with your friends. You wanted to applicate for the college, and yet you were still doubting everything, plus lack of money didn't help.
In your thoughts you wandered to the beach away from the main crowds. You glanced back at the Boardwalk. Nothing could happen. Like, surely, Santa-Carla was "Murder capital of the world" and all other things, but you didn't think it was that bad. Or perhaps you just got used to it.
You walked around, listening to the ocean and night silence, when... You heard some scream. So horrible and bloodcurdling, that you froze on your spot. You glanced in the direction of the scream.
I have a dream, that creatures with glowing eyes
Tore into my wings high in the sky
You shivered, stepping closer to the source of scream at first. But rational part of your brain won. "Idiot, what are you doing? If there is someone screaming so loudly and desperately, what makes you think you wouldn't scream next?" You stepped away at once. The screams stopped and silence that followed was deafening.
You stepped away again. Once, twice. Before you just turned around and started running. You ran across the beach, your feet sinking into soft sand, but you tried your best to be quiet.
Once you heard cold cruel laughter high above your head, you understood that you failed in being quiet.
You were suddenly swapped in someone's hands. You screamed, fighting someone's strong grip. You felt coldness and wind as you... Flew? You struggled in his (you only guessed it was he) grip, trying to free yourself.
"Little birdie wants to fly?" Sinister chuckle sounded right in your ear. You smack the creature in the face, making him drop you. You fell down quickly, hearing... Screams and argument?
I fell down awkwardly, like I am fallen angel
I don't remember the fall, I only remember
Dull thud on the cold stones
You woke up hours later. Your whole body was aching. You looked up at the still dark sky, not understanding what had happened. You couldn't remember what had happened.
Slowly you sat up on the ground, groaning. Every movement made you feel awful and nauseous. You pressed your hands into your face, only now noticing that... Your sleeves were tore up. Some of your clothes was bloodied. You furrowed your brows.
Air. Fall. Laughter and screams.
You slowly were remembering. Those creatures... You jumped to your feet and instantly regretted it. You bent over, closing your eyes, as your chest and stomach responded with pain and spasm. After several seconds you slowly opened your eyes again.
It had to be a dream. Should some creatures attack you and drop you from the height, you would have been dead, right? You had to think logically. You leaned onto the tree... How did you get from the beach in the forest was another question, one of myriad swirling in your head. You carefully and slowly stepped down the path. It had to be a dream. And you just got drunk and didn't remember it. It had to be
Straight down, to the place where we hungrily looked up
At the blue sky
You followed stars that you could see up high. They were blinking and shining so bright... You never thought the night could be so bright, that your eyes hurt from the mere look at it.
You were slow in your movements, clutching your middle and leaning onto the trees for support. With every step of your way you felt yourself a little bit better. Your body slowly stopped feeling sore and painful. And yet it changed into burning.
You burned from inside out, like it was your blood that burned your body. The burning was especially strong in your throat. You put a hand on your neck, rubbing it, as if it could help it. In your discomfort you didn't notice the steep cliff you went closer and closer to. You stumbled down, falling right off of it, into the opening, the night sky high above you.
"Hey!" You suddenly heard someone's voice that was extremely loud for you for some reason. You slowly turned your head to see the boy with curly blonde hair in colourful jacket. "You good? Need any help?"
Straight down, to the place where we come out from
With hope for a new life
"I think so..." You answered in a whisper, but the boy heard you. He grinned, you could see it in the night light perfectly for some reason. He gave you his hand, helping you stand up on your feet.
"You look... Rough. Don't worry though. I am Marko. I will help you." The boy promised you, as you finally let yourself fall asleep once again, falling right into his hands.
Michael
Michael sat in the kitchen. The coffee had already cooled down, and now sat in his mug almost sadly. He looked down at it, memories of the days long gone swirling in his mind.
Boys were gone. Well, at least he thought so. Mother was peacefully living her old age somewhere on the beach, Sam disappeared after his graduation. And Michael and Star lived together in some house in Florida. They started a family and were still... Not very good in it.
"Michael?" Star appeared in the door of the kitchen, turning up the light. He squinted his eyes, blinking several times and getting used to the light. "Why are you up?"
"Couldn't sleep." He shook his head, forcing a smile out of himself. Star sighed, stepping closer.
If you wanted to say something to me for a long time
Just say it
"I wanted to speak with you actually. You are... Not like yourself lately." Star said, going to the table and sitting near Michael. Man sighed.
"What did you want to say?"
"That you are not yourself now, Michael." Star said with a sigh. "You sleep little, you are silent almost all the time. What is wrong? Tell me, please."
"I just... Think a lot about the past and everything." He tried to explain. Star sighed, putting her hand on top of his.
"Michael, it is in the past. How long will you remember Santa-Carla for? They are all gone. David, Paul, Dwayne, Marko, Y/N, they are dead. They can't touch us anymore. How can you still think of them?" She looked at him slightly frustrated and annoyed, as she spoke with Michael.
"You don't understand." Michael sighed, taking his hand away. How could he explain all of the things that was in his head, in his heart? No, she couldn't understand what was between him and Y/N, between him and the boys. She just wanted to get away from them. To forget all about it and never mention it again, to forget it like some simple nightmare dream.
"You always say that, but never explain." Star groaned. She leaned back. "Michael, please..."
"No, it is of no use." He shook his head, standing up and going away. He couldn't explain this to Star. She wouldn't understand. She didn't understand it back then and wouldn't understand now. Michael locked himself in his bedroom. Not long ago he and Star stopped sharing one room. Perhaps it was all in his mind...
Any sound is deceptive
"Michael..."
He turned around. It was as if he had heard your voice. You were the only spot in the whole story with the boys that remained light and warm. Michael breathed out. How many times he imagined taking you with him? Saving you?
He went to the bed, taking the box from under it. There were little things, reminding him of the past. T-shirt from mom. Jacket from Sam, who disappeared recently. Old things from grandpa's house and... Your letter.
Several simple lines. With how you can't wait to hang out with him again. Something about the shenanigans of the boys, apology for something Paul did... It all seemed so far away.
But he silence is so much more scarier
Michael moved his fingers, almost caressing old paper. Line, where you wrote a number. Phone number. Shop, that you were frequent at. Where he could call and ask for you. Oh, how you spoke for hours, at nights when he stayed at home. He smiled sadly and lowered his head.
He wanted to hear your voice just once more. Just one word, and he would be calm. And nightmares would stop. But... You were dead. You were gone with the boys... It was impossible dream.
As if in the dream, he took the phone. Michael looked at the phonesilently for some time. He didn't say anything, as he dialed the number. He still looked at the phone, as the beeps were heard from the phone.
And there are still only beeps in the phone
Even after all these years
He put the phone to his ear, almost scared to hear something else. What was he doing anyway? The number could have been terminated after all those years. Or it could have been given to another business rather than this little shop. And even if it was still this shop... What was he going to say? You were dead, it had been years.
"Chen's Corner, good night." He heard a woman's voice on the other side. Still the same place. Almost the same voice. Michael felt like a teenager once again. "Hello?"
"Hi, I... Um..." He was dumbfounded, feeling himself stupid. Why would he call a chinese restaurant across the country from him? What would he even say? "I... I am Michael. Michael Emerson and..."
"Oh! Just a minute." He furrowed his brows, hearing the sound as if the phone was placed down on the counter. What was going on, Michael wondered, almost forgetting about his worries and depressing thoughts. In a minute there was another sound, as if the phone was taken from the counter.
"Michael?" Came the voice, and Michael felt his blood running cold. It couldn't be real. It couldn't be... "I know you think you went crazy, but..."
"Y/N... You... You are dead..." He mumbled, looking at the wall before him, not even realising what he was saying or thinking anymore.
"I am not. Otherwise, you would be in the madhouse." You chuckled on the other side of the line. Michael instinctively smiled in response. "It is a long story. If you want to, you can come back. And I will tell you everything. Or... You can just hang up and never return or talk to me again. After all it had been years..."
"Y/N, I... Wait for me, alright? Even if you are a vision and I am going crazy, wait for me, please." He pleaded quietly, holding the phone in his hand tightly. You only chuckled on the other side of the phone.
"Then you should hurry probably. I can already tell you are giddy, just from the voice alone. I will wait for you, Mikey..." She mused with a giggle, before hanging up.
It was madness. He was married. He lived several states away from California now. He grew up from being a teenager. He had a family. He had a life. And yet the mere sound of your voice. The only thought and possibility that he could see you again was enough for him to return to that old 'Mikey' boy.
And someone will slam the door somewhere
And the wires will tremble
He was gathering his things almost as if he was in some dreamy fog. Simple one bag with necessities. Sleepy, angry and frustrated and worried Star, trying to stop him and screaming at him to stop. Yet Michael still slammed the door behind him, as he strided to his old bike. A bit rusty, but still in riding condition.
Road was long, exhausting. Crazy for one person to go through alone. And yet he rode and rode, with rare stops for sleep and for more fuel, ignoring calls from Star on his simple cellphone. When he passed familiar sign of 'Welcome to Santa-Carla', his heart was beating out of his chest as loud as possible.
It was as if the time and progress walked past Santa-Carla. Same old shops, fairs, attractions... Only people wore slightly different things now and some of them had cellphones. But mostly town remained the same.
Michael spent the rest of the day on the beach, his bike laying near him, as he just sat and watched the ocean, full of thoughts, feelings, emotions, regrets, doubts and fears mixed in with the hope. He almost crossed the country just to get here because he heard slightly familiar voice on the phone... What the hell was he thinking?
Hello! We will be happy together now
And forever
"Never thought that several years can change you so much." He froze, hearing this voice. You. Alive. He didn't even notice when day changed into night. And yet here he was. Sitting on nightly beach, with a vampire, who was supposed to be dead, but was somehow alive, behind his back. "If you intend to leave, I will go away before it become too painful for us."
"No." He hated how his voice sounded so pleadingly. "I am here now. And forever." He whispered, too afraid to turn around in case it was his madness and there was noone. But hand on his shoulder felt real.
And so Michael turned to face the only person he should have never left.
Star
She danced with ease. In the crowd of drunken rowdy people Star moved effortlessly, to the rhythm that current musicians on the scene chose. She was light and mingled with everyone else, and yet you saw only her out of many on the beach, even sitting aside from it on the warm sand.
Who showed you the stars in the morning sky
Who taught you to see in nighttime
Who is not me
You could never stop admiring her. She was perfect. Dancing, laughing, even when pouting and being angry. Star was perfect in your eyes. From stargazing, to late night walks, to ruling down the boys, to everything else.
You had been with the boys for significantly longer time than her. Little sibling, less rowdy, but still as fitting into their chaotic dynamic, as everyone in their little coven. You clicked instantly, and you protected her from the boys and Max, as she protected you. It felt like you two were meant for each other from the start.
Me? I will always be with you
Me? I will always be on your side
No, I will not let you go
And lately, with Emersons in the town and Michael shenanigans and Max' obsession with their mother, everything became more tense tenfolds. You tried to keep your cool and keep everything under control, including your so-called brothers and your bond with Star.
But that boy. That damned Emerson boy. That Michael and his puppy eyes, focused on Star. Like she was his sun. It irritated you. It angered you. Every smile she sent his way, every wave of hand, every glance in his direction made you feel almost threatened. As if she was your territory, and he was daring to step too close.
"You look like you want to tear through the crowd." Star fell down on the sand next to you, her skirt jumping with the move and riding higher to her knees. Your eyes slided up her ankles and bare feet right to her face. You watched her silently, thoughtfully, making her chuckle and smile in such manner that eased your mind even if you didn't want to ease up and strived to hold onto this grudge for some more time.
You spent time without her. You lived without her, before her. But now, knowing her, feeling her warmth, her light, her smile, hearing her laughter... You couldn't imagine living without her again. Let alone an eternity without her. Or witnessing her being with someone else.
How much time has passed
How many more will pass
"Now you and your silence are scaring me." Star noted, tilting her head, her unruly wild curls falling o one of her shoulders, as she leaned into you, grasping your hand almost unceremoniously. "Talk to me."
"Do you like him?" You asked her, causing her to furrow her brows, not understanding what you meant at first. " Michael. I know Max... Almost ordered us to take him. But you seem so... Fond of him."
"Wait... You are jealous?" Star asked you in sudden understanding. You hated this feeling. When she could see right through you and your facade you put up to not show your real feelings. You leaned away from her touching, furrowing your brows.
It is hard for me to be without you
Let's just be friends
Friends with kisses
"You like him!" You almost accused her, even if it was desperation in your voice and not some real accusation. "You like him and you don't even hide it! I..." You turned away from her and stood up, walking away from the dancing crowd, so you wouldn't take it all out on someone else. By the hurried shuffle of the skirts, it seemed that she followed right after you. "We can be friends, I know, if you like him more than me, I can... I can live with it, just don't leave me and..." She interrupted you with a strong tug on your wrist, turning you around and kissing you desperately and passionately right on the lips.
"Silly vampire... You are the only one for me. Michael is cute, I can't argue with that. But he isn't you." She murmured, cupping your face. "I rather go mad and act up against Max and attack him than leave you." You shivered at comparison of almost deadly act and leaving you. You embraced her, leaning into her.
"Promise?" You whispered, way more relaxed now, as you let her press her forehead against yours.
"I swear... Who else can be your personal star?" She smiled, making you smile as well. Of course you trusted her. How could you not believe in your personal star.
Poly
You were used to being alone. Even being a vampire, you preferred more harmless way. Donor blood from the hospitals or animals. You didn't like hunting humans, you thought it... Inhumane and too cruel for your liking. You always tried to keep your stash of blood with you and search for different ways of feeding once in the new place. However this town proved to be more hard to find something of sort you ate. Santa-Carla had a lot of humans, in and out of town. But there were little number of animals around and there were small amount of blood banks. You didn't want to take the last stashes of blood from them.
You started the night
And everything anyone could afford
At least you found yourself some company. Boys, or rather, five boys and a girl - David, Paul, Michael, Marko, Dwayne and Star - were as wild, free and cool as they were beautiful, hot and alluring at the same time. Your being acquainted quickly turned into friendship and then... Potentially into something more. You didn't notice how smoke breaks with David at some polite distance turned into smoke breaks with David with his hands around you. How discussions with Dwayne about books turned into talks or even silent sessions of braiding his hair or just chilling together with Dwayne. How mindless fun with Paul turned into him constantly throwing his arm around your shoulders and clinging to you at the first possible moment. How attraction rides and adrenaline rushes with Marko turned into practically the whole nights of spending time together. How Michael teaching her things about motorcycle and nerding out about it turned into long and adventurous rides together. How chatting from time to time with Star turned into girl nights, away from the boys, giggling, gossipping about everything else.
Your ties to all of them somehow became stronger than friendship and even without formally discussing your relationship together. You just were together. You were theirs and they were yours. It was as simple and as complicated as this.
You tore off the masks aside
Kept the soul imprisoned
Of course you noticed something was off with them. But never really got into thinking about it. And you tried to be as secretive about your own being as possible at the same time. Hiding blood, trying to eat way before you met up with them to hide any potential smell or slip up. Seemingly they didn't notice anything, but you were still wary about everything. And you did notice some things about them as well.
They had no worries about money or clothes or gas for their bikes. They had no arguments about you meeting up with them only at night. They rarely insisted on going somewhere to eat, despite spending hours doing something active or not. It was not normal. And slowly, as first wave of infatuation and flirt fell off of you, you started noticing those things more and more.
David's sharp eyes and how he noticed little things about other people. Dwayne's strength. Paul's out of control wilderness. Marko's insatiability. Michael's impulsiveness and Star's aloofness to the other people. Or how sometimes they didn't even need words to communicate with each other. It was inhumane... Almost as if they were vampires.
Even if there is blood on your cheek
You would say it is just a lipstick
"We have a gig in the mechanical shop, what, you think we steal money and gas?" Michael scoffed at your question about how they sustain themselves, glancing at David.
"We just spend so much time together, we don't need words sometimes, princex." Dwayne reassured you at another time, when you wondered aloud how they communicated silently.
"Blood? No, babe, it's... Star tried new red lipstick, that's it." Paul nervously explained, before Marko tugged you away from him, distracting your attention from the red spot on his cheek.
Something was off. You knew that. They knew that you knew. And it was only a matter of time before you all found out truth about each other.
We are not the angels, mate
No, we are no angels
You stood in shock, watching from distance the horrible picture that unraveled before you. Your boys. Your beloved boys and Star whom you already thought to be your partners. Attacking and ripping through some teens, who were partying around the bonfire. Feeding, breaking, killing and then burning bodies in the same bonfire. You stepped back in shock, your eyes wide, flickering between your natural colour and that yellow of your wild vampiric side.
Shuffling of your feet attracted attention. Star raised her head, noticing you, and you, even in darkness, shuddered from how twisted her usually calm and friendly face looked, morphed into vampiric traits, with smeared blood all over it. You stepped back again and again, almost darting into the air, but in your shock and drastic change between how you usually saw them and how they were now didn't notice how quickly they moved themselves.
Before you could leave, you crashed into someone's hard chest. You turned around, seeing Dwayne, his face morphed and tainted in blood as well. Before you could step away from him, he grasped your shoulder, his face gradually morphing into human-like.
"Stop it... You are like us. Why do you look so..."
"Scared?" David finished for him, walking to you, along with Michael. The brunette boy and Star, perhaps, looked the most worried. Blonde duo continued with wrecking chaos near the bonfire, and David looked almost irritated. "It is part of us. Of you."
"I am not like this." You argued. "I have never done this." You motioned for the dead bodies scattered across the sand. "This is wrong. You can't just... Kill people left and right!" You exclaimed.
We are the dark monsters
And all of our boundaries are gone
"We are vampires. Don't tell me you are one of those pacifists. It is stupid, how would you survive without killing?" David rolled his eyes.
"Animals. Donors. Anything. Not this... Massacre!" You breathed out, hearing Dwayne's scoff.
"You are a bit dramatic, princex. You kill animals. People kill animals. We kill people. It is part of the foodchain." He mused quietly, sighing and rubbing your shoulder, almost trying to be reassuring. "Stop it... Don't run away from me. From us. We can just talk it out..."
"No!" You freed your arm from his grip, glancing around and then stepped away from them, more and more.
"Y/N..." Michael stepped after you, looking at you worriedly, almost twisted image considering blood on his face.
"Don't. Let them go." David stopped him, watching as you scrambled away from them over the sand and getting into the air. "They will come back... Sooner or later."
You have been sleeping for so long
Way too long for a monster
It had been couple of days already. Or rather, nights. You didn't go out, staying in your room you were renting, feeding on the rest of your stash... You should have moved on. Away from Santa-Carla. To some big city, where there could be some blood banks or to some foresty location, where animals were at large. But...
The thought of leaving quietly, without saying goodbye was heartwrenching. To never see Paul with his stupid jokes. To never braid Star's hair. Never play another arcade game with Marko. To never argue with David and Dwayne about some book or stupid movie. To never ride with Michael through the night... They felt like part of you already. Even if they were vampires who never argued with the bestial part of themselves, like you did. Who never went against their nature and who harmed people, going against every rule you yourself tried to follow.
You should have talked with them, like Dwayne asked, you thought, pacing your room. Should have talked, discussed, perhaps argued and screamed, but still talked it out...
Maybe you should come down from the sky
To the place where you can breathe with your whole body
You stopped near the window, looking at the night street. You wanted it all to go back to how things used to be between all of you. It was simpler. To not think of how they murdered those teens. How horribly they looked with the blood on their faces and hands and even neck and chest (good God, Paul, how did he manage to get that dirty?). To the time where you worried most about not letting them guess anything bad about you and not that they knew the truth all along and were, honestly more free with this part of their nature than you were.
You turned away from the window, looking at the fridge, where you held your stash of blood. Only one last bag remained. It would last you couple days. Four, if you will not do much and waste much energy. You spent days, thinking over everything, and now you had practically no choice. Either leave them to find another blood bank or hunting grounds with animals. Or stay with them. Learn from them. Let them be with you, like they pleaded you to in your every dream and waking moment. They were 'giving you space', as David told them to. However you could still feel them nearby your building, where you rented the room. Lingering, whispering, showing how willing they were to accept you in their arms, to accept you into their coven without any second thought or doubt...
Drop your clear sheet
Monsters don't wear white
When you came to the Boardwalk on the next night, you could see how relieved Marko, Paul and Michael were. How supportive Star and Dwayne's eyes were. How arrogant smirk of David changed into calm expression. He outstretched his arm to you, welcoming you to take it. And you finally accepted the invitation to join them once and forever.
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I know it has been a long, long, looooong time. I am so sorry for keeping you waiting on that. I am going to return to writing, more or less. can't promise to return to posting every single day, as I did before, but I am going to return to writing and posting. It has been a long time of depressed time, disorganised time and simple no strength time. This part I wrote and rewrote two or three times and I hope you will like what I come up with in the end. Love you all)
Part 1 here
Princess' chambers were big and full of light. It reminded you of quarters of your grandmother, always warm and welcoming to her family. You were sitting there on the sofa, speaking with your niece for the last ten minutes or so. You didn't want anyone to eavesdrop on your conversation, so you approached her later, not during the feast. After that same feast Viserys insisted that Rhaenyra and her family stay in the Red Keep for at least a week or maybe even longer, not wishing for his pregnant daughter to endure two big travels in a row. Also... You had to wait for Daemon to leave her alone. He wouldn't let you talk calmly to each other, not after all these years, you just knew it.
"If the King asked for you, I am glad to have you here." Rhaenyra said, as you noticed hint of coldness in her eyes, probably brought by Daemon's opinion, which he, no doubt, generously shared with his wife. You only smiled in response. You could understand why she didn't trust you fully. And it definitely didn't hurt that much. At least not like it did with your brother.
"You sound just like her, it is crazy." You said quietly. She looked at you confusedly, not understanding your words fully. "Like Aemma." Her expression softened at your words, as her hand came to rest on her rounded belly. "I am sure she is proud of you, watching you from the other side."
"I can only hope so... She never mentioned you, now that I think of it." Princess said. You shrugged, trying to stay calm and nonchalant about it.
"Not many people here did." You tried to hide your feelings behind a smile, something you learned to do long time ago. "I remember her mostly from our childhood. How Viserys was madly in love with her. He often made a fool out of himself and was so scared she would reject him. And Aemma only laughed and smiled at him with so much kindness in her eyes... One time he tried to graciously ride in front of her on the horse to show her that he is a good rider. Poor animal got scared of something and sent him flying face flat on the ground. He was so red in the face, but didn't say a word, I thought he would burst with embarrassment." Rhaenyra laughed, imagining her father at the scene, as you watched her attentively with a little smile on your face.
"I can imagine how amusing that was." She agreed. You nodded, looking away from her, knowing that she was still watching you closely. "Did the King say why he called you back after all those years?"
"To help him. Viserys is... Full of many feelings and guilt is one of them. Guilt for a lot of things, which I am finding out only now. That is one of the reasons I wanted to speak with you." You looked back at her, meeting her gaze. "He wants me to mend the rift in his family." Her smile faded a bit, as she lowered her eyes on her belly. Rhaenyra understood perfectly well what were you talking about without you having to pronounce it. "I was told you were friends with the Queen Consort once, weren't you?"
"It was years ago. I feel like it was the other life." She answered with a sad smile. Rhaenyra looked at you again, her expression once again calm and stoic, almost rid of all emotions. "I once knew a girl, my friend, who was kind, honest, supportive and who looked at bright side of things, who was romantic and hopeful. Now Alicent is different, full of..."
"Spite?" You suggested. The woman nodded slowly, almost unsurely. You sighed, having a strong feeling your emotions about losing someone that close to oneself could be similar in some way. "Tell me, do you think there can be a slight possibility of you getting back to being friends? Or at least... Not at each other's throats?"
"I don't think so. There were many things between us, to lead me to Dragonstone and out of any possibility of mending this. You probably heard about what had happened in Driftmark. She... The Queen showed everyone her true colours. Her true thoughts and intentions behind this righteous facade."
"Lucerys severely wounded her son, I can understand her rage and wish for justice to some extent. Not 'eye for the eye', but still." You argued with her.
"Her son is spewing lies. Both of them. She placed traitorous lies in their minds, spreading rumours about me, about my sons! All of them are just..." She hissed suddenly, grasping her belly and closing her eyes, almost wincing in pain. You shot up from your place immediately, ready to go for help, but Rhaenyra stopped you with a motion of a hand. "I'm fine... Just... Daemon's child is really active." She smiled tiredly, as you clutched your goblet with wine in your hand, distracting yourself from your thoughts with a drink. "Nonetheless... I am not sure there is a way to get through to her." Princess said calmer now.
"If there was a way... A possibility of bringing back this peace, if not friendship. Would you be willing to put the bitter past to rest?" You asked, sitting back on the sofa. Rhaenyra didn't say anything for some time, your words hanging in the air. She diverted her attention from you, watching her maids serving breakfast on the table, long silence surrounding both of you.
"In ideal world... I guess I would want that." She admitted quietly. You smiled to her a bit, nursing wine in the goblet. "She was my friend once, the closest person in this Keep. But what she and her father did..."
"Yes, men like Otto, can influence even the dust to hate the wind." You scoffed, agreeing with her. After seeing what was going on in the Keep, you understood that one of the main roots of problems was the King's Hand. Yes, he helped the King to rule the realms, almost ruling them himself from time to time instead of sick Viserys, but he pursued his own goals first and foremost. You could understand ambitions, it was explainable, but your priorities in this matter were different.
"Alicent isn't innocent. She willingly ate those lies and now she is a spitting image of Otto..." Rhaenyra made a pause, sighing, as she looked at you. "Alicent has that thought that my children aren't... Trueborn. She spreads this rumours everywhere, you know it." You nodded, hearing these rumours already. You had your doubts about it too, but didn't care much, they were children of your niece, that was all you needed to know about their parentage. "Every time I gave birth, she demanded I present my child to her immediately after. She isn't such an innocent girl she claims to be." Your gaze hardened at the realisation. You put away your goblet and looked at Rhaenyra seriously.
"If she orders that you should present your child like this again, don't even move from the bed. I will be near and I will deal with it myself." You promised her. "She can come to you herself if she wishes to see the child so much. And if she doesn't understand why her request is wrong, I will explain it to her personally." You answered her with determination. Princess smiled at you slightly and moved to stand. You helped her up and stepped away from her. "I better give you some space. If I can do anything for you, tell me. And just... Think about possibility of it. Just try..."
"I probably will... Thank you. I appreciate the talk." She nodded, looking at her. While you could see that she still didn't trust you completely, at least you two talked calmly and discussed matters at hand. Just as you were about to leave, the door opened. Daemon walked in, and the air left your lungs at the sight of his figure lightened in the sunlight coming from the windows. His eyes met yours and what little softness he had, instantly turned to coldness and distaste in a second.
"You?" He only said in disgust.
"Me.” You nodded with a sigh. “I am leaving already. Have a good day." You smiled softly at your niece before heading out, not wishing for your brother to get angry at your presence near his wife. He could hate you from the distance, you thought. You could handle it… Even though you were too sober for his hate not to hurt.
***
"It was great!" Jacaerys was almost jumping in his steps excitedly, as he walked a little bit ahead of you. You smiled, taking off your gloves still hearing three loud growls of your dragonbehind you both.
"I am glad you like the ride. They liked you too, little prince." How could you say no to those eyes, when he asked if he could fly with you on your dragon. You understood him, as they were rarity, the first three-headed dragon known to Targaryen House, at least according to the known records.
"Is controlling him different? Different from ours, I mean." He turned to you with a curious look. You shrugged, contemplating your answer.
"You tell me, I only flew on them." His excitement about the new dragon was big. So of course he was curious as to whether or not it was similar to the flight on the one-headed dragon. Vermax wasn't big enough yet, but he flew with his mother already. And you flew on Vhagar with your father or on Caraxes with Daemon too long ago to remember it correctly, so you couldn't really draw the comparison.
"You sure they wouldn't drop me?" Daemon was hesitant, standing several steps behind you, as you petted one of the long necks of your dragon. You turned to him, raising your brow.
"Don't tell me you are afraid." You smirked at your brother teasingly, watching his expression hardening.
"I am never afraid. Not of the dragons, I am a dragon myself!" He exclaimed, earning growl from one of the heads in response. "I just don't know how it would be." Daemon said quieter, glancing between them and you. You smiled, offering him your hand.
"Nuhys zaldrīzes(my dragon), do not fret. You said it yourself, you are a dragon, as they are." He smirked more relaxed, giving you his hand. You pulled him closer, placing his palm near yours. "See?"
"I know what dragons are to the touch, dummy." He scoffed, petting your dragon. You glanced around, making sure noone was there to witness it and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey!"
"Let's go, I want to kiss you in the sky." You smiled at him, grabbing his hand and tugging him to the side of your dragon, to the saddle, hearing his chuckle, as he didn't struggle against your grip one bit.
"I will be next!" Baela’s voice distracted you from your memories. You looked at the excited girl with a little smile. She was eager to fly with you too, but let Jace go first. You nodded to her, knowing that your dragon didn't mind flying several times in a row.
"You sure?" She eagerly nodded at your question. You glanced at her sister, standing beside her, her expression more serious though. "And you, Rhaena?"
"No." She snapped back, almost aggressively. You were a bit taken aback, and even if you didn't want to press her into saying anything else, you still looked at her, contemplating your next words. She glanced at you, noticing your stare and seemingly understanding that she was rude. Under your attentive, but soft eyes she shifted on her spot unsurely and pursed her lips in a thin line. "You cursed us." Rhaena finally said quietly.
"Sorry, what? I cursed you?" You chuckled, not expecting this answer at all. You crouched on the ground to be even with her height and look in her eyes. "What makes you say that, ñuhys bykus embōñys dārilaros(my little sea princess)?" You asked her. She wasn't confident anymore, glancing at her sister, who remained silent, as you talked. You patiently waited.
"Father said you cursed us. Your dragon has three heads which you stole from other dragons. That's why I don't have a dragon." She answered finally, as your heart tingled with pain once again. Strange... And you thought this pain was constant and couldn’t be that prominent anymore. You scoffed in disbelief. Daemon said you cursed their family? His silver tongue and sarcastic side definitely grew over the years. He was more like your father than you thought. You sighed, lowering your head, gathering thoughts of what to say to her.
"Maybe I did. But only because I want to strengthen you. They hatched in my cradle. I never tried to tame anyone and work for success." You carefully said, looking at wary Rhaena again. "I never tried hard to find a dragon and bond with him, make him respect me and listen to me. But you are going to be stronger than me. Like your mother and father one day you are going to tame the strong, mighty dragon. You are going to be more powerful than me, the one who cursed you."
"You are only telling me this, so I won't be mad." She mumbled, but you could tell that she was more at ease with you now.
"Maybe yes. Maybe no. Who knows." You shrugged with a smile, standing up. You gave her your hand. "Come on. They can fit us three. Maybe one of them is the one I stole from you, and he would like you more than me." Rhaena hesitated, looking at you with her eyes, so familiar to you. You could almost see shy Daemon in his childhood… She took your hand nonetheless, still wary, but more trusting you now, as Baela took your other hand with a smile, herself, brave like Daemon. For some reason you felt in peace with yourself at this moment.
***
"You got your mother worried, you know?" You sighed, noticing the boy with an eyepatch sitting under the tree in the Godswood with barely any light around, night dark sky looming over the city already. Aemond looked up at you and turned away from you instantly. You sighed, walking closer to him. While you didn't trust his grandsire and mother fully, the children weren't at fault. They were your nephews and niece, no matter the other blood. "What are you doing here? It is dark already."
"And? I am not a little kid, I can defend myself." He snapped at you, glaring angrily with his one eye at something in the dark. You sat near him, not really caring for his discomfort in the matter. From what you had seen, he was just not used to physical affection, but you didn't reach out for him, you just... Were there.
"I know that. But running away from the castle just because your nephews are there, isn't very brave." You answered almost in a thoughtful voice. He grumbled something in return that you couldn't quite understand. You glanced at him with soft smile. "You can't hide forever."
"They weren't punished! That dick... Sorry." He mumbled, losing his fight after one swear word, apparently being scolded for it beforehand. You only shrugged at this.
"Lucerys did a bad thing. I guess you can say he was kind of a dick that day." Aemond scoffed at this, his shoulders relaxing a bit. "But he's just a child. Like you are. And he tried to protect his family."
"I was maimed!" Aemond exclaimed, tones of Alicent's intonation and voice coming through his childish one. "He cut out my eye, and they were entitled enough to not carry any punishment!"
"Let me tell you something, and I want you to listen to me and hear me out, alright?" You asked him, as Aemond nodded gloomily and almost hesitantly, still being very angry. "If you held a stone over my brother's head, threatening to hit him in the head with it, threatening to kill him, calling him names and telling him that he was going to die screaming, I wouldn't cut your eye out. I would cut your throat."
"That..."
"Would you not protect... Helaena? Or your mother?” You continued with your point. “If someone would have tried to hit them with a stone, insulting and threatening them. If you had a weapon, what would you have done?" You looked at him, as the boy lowered his head, seemingly contemplating your words. He wasn't presented with the other point of view, it seemed.
"I... I would kill those who dared to hurt my family." He sighed defeatedly. You smiled sympathetically
"Aemond, I am not glad that Lucerys went unpunished. He should have gotten at least some kind of retaliation for what he did. Like serving some other House for some time as a ward, or I don't know, limitation of his dragon’s lessons, this is a bad punishment enough for his age. But not carving his eye or killing him. That wouldn't return yours." You pretended you didn't notice Aemond moving closer to you. You just let him be comfortable and at peace with himself.
"But that would bring me satisfaction. That would be fair." He still mumbled. You sighed and smiled slightly, looking at your nephew.
"You would become a great warrior one day, Aemond. Yes, even with one eye, believe me. You have one of the greatest dragons, you have dragon blood and very fiery heart. But one thing that a warrior should know – is when and where to stop. Not becoming unhinged monster to scare little children. But to be a good fighter, a hero they will write songs about."
"Like your father? Prince Baelon The Brave?" You shivered and stopped at this question. Looking at a child beside you, you didn't see him. You almost fell into your memory, where violet eyes were enraged. Brave was the prince who exiled his own son, not accepting anything about him. Brave was the prince who threatened to kill innocent people who just helped his son in his attempts to reach out to his own family. Brave was the prince who called his own son a leech and a taint on their reputation.
"Yes. Like him." You forced a smile and a calm tone. Looking away, you tried to calm yourself. Your father was long gone, but your heart and fear of him showing up behind any corner, was very much present. Irrational and illogical, almost childish. But it still lived inside your soul. "What do you say, should we go inside?" You offered.
"They are still there." He scowled at the thought of going back to his nephews.
"Why don't you try and... Befriend them again? I know you were close with Lucerys before." You noticed, as Aemond scoffed and looked to the side, seemingly angry again in mere second.
"He maimed me. I don't want to be his friend!" He said sternly, but you heard more behind child’s anger.
"Do you miss him?" He looked at you angrily, but sighed, his eye more pained than enraged.
"No!" Boy exclaimed, looking away and almost pouting. He sighed heavily, lowering his head and mumbling under his nose. "He was closer to being my friend though. Even if he teased me for being dragonless, he wasn’t like Aegon or Jace. But he cut out my eye! I hate him!" He added louder. You sighed, taking his hand into yours, choosing your words carefully.
"I miss one person too, you know... A lot. I would give anything to return to that person. And I know they are missing me as well to some extent. But they hate me. It is a strange balance." You started. "I hated them too once. I did horrible things because of them. I lied in their name. I even killed some people in their name. I framed people, I broke laws and all just because of their wish. I made everything they wanted of me." You told the boy quietly, holding his hand, but looking into the darkness of the garden thoughtfully. "My life was destroyed because of them. I was gone because of them. I lost everything because of them." You chose your words carefully, remembering everything that was happening so long ago, it felt as another life altogether.
The commotion from the Throne Room was heard well even in the hallways. You carefully stepped to the door, watching at the events inside quietly and silently. The Lord before the Iron Throne pleaded his innocence, but your father, Prince Baelon appointed to lead this trial, wasn’t going to listen. You stepped aside, when guards were dragging the lord out of the Throne Room through the door you were standing at. When they walked out of the Throne Room, you looked at them.
“What is going on here?” You asked them, feigning innocence. Guards bowed their head slightly to you.
“This Lord was accused of stealing a dragon egg. Prince Baelon sentenced the thief to thelife on the Wall.” One of the guards said. You nodded looking at the panicking and horrified lord, who looked down, seemingly not noticing you.
“That is a fair sentence. That would teach him to keep his mouth shut and not jump over his head, trying to take what is not his.” You said coldly. Lord suddenly shivered and looked up at you, as if suddenly realizing something.
“You… It was you… Let me go!” Lord screamed, trying to get out of guards hands and get to you. You just stepped to the side, letting knights drag the screaming lord away. Familiar footsteps coming from behind, you met with a slight smile.
“Was it the Lord, who saw us and tried to…” Daemon started.
“To threaten you, yes.” You nodded and glanced at your brother. “He is going to the Wall. And don’t ask what I did. Because the answer is nothing.” You walked beside him, slightly touching his shoulder. It was hard to convince servants to place a dragon egg in his rooms, but in the end it was all worth it.
"Do you hate them, uncle?" Aemond asked curiously, looking at you. You glanced at him, almost flinching, as if remembering he was still there. You smiled slightly and put a hand on his hair, caressing his white hair.
"I do to some extent. But I would die for them in an instant. I would kill and do everything I had done for them all over again." You answered him with a sad smile. "I hate them, as they hate me. But I love them at the same time. And I would get destroyed and crushed again for that person. It is... A weird balance."
"Can you... Teach me how to find this... Hate and love?" Prince asked quietly. You nodded.
"Yes, but not here. And definitely not in one day. It's getting cold and you can get sick. You wouldn't want to fall sick and miss our flight tomorrow?" You winked at him, as Aemond nodded with a smile.
"Let's go! I want to hear about that person!" He stood up, waited for you to stand as well and only after that he went to the castle with fast pace. Even being close and quiet child, he was still a kid. You looked at his back, missing the fact that a dark shadow from behind the bushes watched and heard your talk.
***
The flames of candles danced around the dark room. Skull of Balerion brought back memories to you, both of pleasant times and not much. Your life had changed, everything changed. And the family you were supposed to change with, wasn't the one you remembered anymore. Yet you still sought out comfort in this place.
You sighed, turning away from the skull as you heard steps behind you. As you assumed, that was Daemon. Over the years his footsteps became quieter, but still he was too familiar for you not to recognize him. His look was wary, he was tensed up as his hand rested on the hilt of the dagger on his belt.
"You chose a good place for a murder, almost poetic." You noted. Daemon scoffed.
"Don't tempt me." You could argue with him that temptation was more of his job in many ways, but you chose to stay silent on the matter.
"If you don't wish to kill me, I am at a loss of why are you here." You said to him, being pretty honest.
"I wanted to talk to you." He said, stepping to you. You smiled, shaking your head and refusing to admit even to yourself how much this single step made your heart shiver.
"Talk to me? It isn't your usual way. I think you better prefer not to speak with me at all or kill me. Or at least avoid me." You admitted, turning to the skull and igniting the candles, just to get yourself busy with something. "What do you want?"
"Where does the lie end and the truth starts?" He asked in response. You hummed in surprise, definitely not expecting such a question first.
"Such deep thoughts. Why so suddenly?" You heard another step, but you only raised your eyes to look at the skull of mighty beast. You wouldn't dare to fight your own death after all this time if it came to this. You wouldn't dare to fight him ever.
"We are surrounded by half-truths, lies and intrigues. You can fully trust noone and nothing. Tell me, nuha lēkia(my elder brother), how much did you lie?" You glanced across the shoulder at your brother. He was serious, his eyes were fixated on you, but there was something deeper inside him. You shrugged, looking at the fire on the end of a splinter with which you lighted the candles.
"Like many people, nuhor valonqar(my younger brother). A lot." You answered, not understanding why he was talking with you like that. He couldn't possibly know the truth, could he? You didn't tell anyone and made sure to be careful about it. And your father was too… Careful to not leave any trace of what had happened that day.
"I know that. You lied that you love me." He accused you, making you glance at him. "You lied that you will never leave me. You lied that you will protect me." His jaw tensed, and you were sure that this would be the end. Him accusing you of everything and you just accepting it. He probably just wanted to accuse you and be done with it. Suddenly, Daemon raised his head, narrowing his eyes, but not taking them away from your figure. "But I'm not here to tell you about those lies. I want to hear another one."
"You want me... To lie to you?" You laughed quietly, looking at Daemon in surprise. He was silent for a moment, before nodding, strangely serious about it.
"Let's play a game. Lie to me.” He repeated firmer, his hard eyes not changing, as he glared at you. “What did you say to my daughters?" Daemon asked. You raised your brows, not understanding what he was doing.
"What?"
"Lie to me about the things you said to Rhaena." He repeated, stepping closer. You sighed, mirroring this step to the side, keeping the same distance between you two, pretending you were just igniting the candles. Daemon was playing some game of which you knew nothing and wanted you to participate in it as well. And yet you let him have this moment.
"Let's see... I told her about how I cursed our family and how I'm going to make sure that she would stay dragonless." You spoke slowly, unsure smile creeping on your face. At the very least you could have some kind of fun.
"What did you say to Rhaenyra, when I interrupted you that morning?" He insisted, his step echoing through the high arches of the ceiling again.
"That she needs to end Alicent and her children once and for all, no matter the consequences." You simply breathed out, not even turning to him.
"What did you do when Rhaenys was promised to Corlys?" You giggled, remembering what happened such a long time ago. Honestly you were surprised that he remembered that.
"Nothing, I stayed at the Red Keep, not going anywhere." You answered, once again lying, remembering how you sneaked upon their ship, to say goodbye to your favourite cousin of all. Baelon scolded you, when you were returned back to the Red Keep, and Daemon didn't let you go for a week, afraid you would disappear from him again.
"What were you talking about with Aemond?" Another step along with the words. You scoffed, igniting another candle, looking at the flames.
"How he should hate Lucerys and wish him nothing but death." The game was weirdly funny, it almost made you forgot about everything that was brewing between you. Lies flew from your tongue before you could even process it.
"Why did you leave for Braavos?"
"Because I wanted to." You blurted out a lie before realising it. For a moment you froze, slowly turning around. There you saw Daemon barely a step away from you. His eyes became tense, dark violet, as he watched your face after you repeated a lie known to everyone in this game, where you should have lied. "I hate you."
"I didn't ask you to lie about your feelings." He retorted coldly, stepping to you, as you stepped away, your throat dry all of a sudden. "Enough lies. What happened?"
"Nothing." You shook your head and sighed. You wanted him know the truth, yet you also knew that it didn't matter anymore. Not with his family, not after all those years. It would only complicate things. "Daemon, you better go. Just continue hating me, this would be… Right."
"I said, enough lies." He crossed what little distance you had between you, backing you to the candles. Daemon grabbed you by the clothes, watching closely your face. Your heart beat like mad at the mere presence of your brother near you. "What happened?"
"Daemon..."
"What had happened that morning you left? Tell me the truth!" He demanded, his eyes boring into your soul. "I won't let you go before you say. I deserve the truth after your betrayal, after your lies and all the harm and pain you caused me..."
"He saw us!" You exclaimed, having had enough. Your feelings were overwhelming you to the point of just not caring about the consequences. "Our father saw us. He saw you on your knees, saw me in your bed, he saw everything."
"What?" His grip on you lessened, his face frozen with shock and still that angry expression. Yet you made no move to free yourself from his grip.
"He saw us. He learned the truth. And he was so mad at me for... How did he say? Right... "Corrupting you". So enraged hat he just threw me out of the Keep." You blurted out in one breath.
"You lie. If he... He would have punished me as well. Why didn't he punish me, why didn't you write anything to explain anything?" His voice was raising as well, mirroring yours.
"You still don't understand? You were his favourite. Not Viserys even if he was the eldest. Not me even if I listened to him always. You. Mother loved you the most, father adored you. He couldn't comprehend that you could lay with a man willingly. If I was some common whore or even a sister of yours, he wouldn't have batted an eye, but I am a man. And I can't want you, as it's a sin. As I am corrupting and tainting you with mere thought of it, let alone a touch. Putting a disgrace on your name. It was easier for him to believe I made you do this. Easier to hate one son and threaten to kill every person that brought my letters to the Keep. Easier to send dead ravens and tell his own son that he would be burned alive if he even dared to show his face again at his home." You couldn't stop words pouring from your mouth, you were silent for far too long and that pain had never left.
"No..." Daemon shook his head, seemingly not wanting to listen to you anymore, but at this point you had little to no care about his wish.
"And I knew he would be furious if I admit that you were the one to come to me. It would have killed him. And if not... He would have destroyed your life as well. And I lied, yes, I lied, I took it upon myself. I destroyed my life for you. I destroyed my life because of you, Daemon!" You raised your voice at him. He looked enraged and shocked, almost feral in the light of candles.
"Shut up!" He pushed you harshly back. You stumbled to the skull, the impact making you fall onto some candles and hitting your head against an old bone in your fall. You cursed quietly, feeling something sticky on your face. For several moments you layed on the floor, not moving, fighting with the headache and shock. Slowly you sat, grunting, warm wax sliding from under your hands. Your lip was split, as you could feel, and according to some stickiness on your temple, there was at least a gash on your forehead.
You looked up at him, his face not cold anymore, but full of many different emotions. Anger, sadness, fear. You groaned, trying to move. Leaning onto the skull, you carefully stood up, giving yourself a second of rest.
"Y/N, listen, I..."
"You are the Rogue Prince, future King or Prince Consort, King of the Narrow Sea, previous commander of the Gold Cloaks, husband to the heir of the throne and father of her future children." You stated in resignated tone, glancing at his frozen form. "I am the Gone Prince, who spent most of his life in Braavos. I am noone and nothing, with no lands or wealth. I am a leech, who taints the house reputation just by thinking of you. I am father's disgrace." You tried to straighten your back, but sudden nausea hit you, and you bent over, leaning onto the skull once again. "And I am here to help Viserys. Don't dwell on the past, as it can't be returned." You forced yourself to smile and look at him. "Go back to hating me. It would be easier... For both of us." You breathed out, slowly walking away from the basement, Daemon not making a move to follow you.
***
The evening was busy. It seemed that every person in the Red Keep decided to visit you. Firstly, there were Rhaenyra, who was alerted that you asked for maesters. Next was Alicent, who decided to visit you, the atmosphere becoming tense between two women for a hot minute, but they kept their temporary peace. Next was the King. Viserys got really nervous about hearing the news of your wound. He demanded to know what happened and who did this. The answer was simple.
"I fell." You lied again, as the maester cleaned your wound and gave you advices on treatment. After all those people visited you, you were exhausted and confined to your chambers. Following maesters' orders, Viserys forbade you to go out at least for two days. You tried to tell him that it was just a scratch, and you just need a good sleep, but he was too worried. Too afraid to lose another family member, as it seemed. So you relented and just read through some of King's journals he gave you to better understand the situation in the court, occasionally writing something in your notes.
You heard the door opening and closing and some quiet steps. Sighing, you turned the page, not wanting to face the person who entered your room.
"I don't need anything, Jenny, you may go for the night." You said, not wishing to see anyone right now after all of the commotion and noise. Not after the conversation down at the skull...
"I must consider adding that name to the list of my titles." That wasn't your servant. You turned to look at the man, who entered your room. Daemon. Of course. Without his weapon, without his dark attire, in white simple shirt, almost looking like he was fresh out of bath. Boy, did it bring back memories.
"What are you doing here?" You asked, obviously confused. Daemon shrugged.
"Can't I visit my brother, who clumsily fell and hit his head?" He said, making you shake your head with a quiet sigh. "Y/N, we need to talk."
"We already talked. I don't have anything else to say to you, so you are wasting your time here." You turned back to the journal again. There was silence and for a second you thought Daemon would leave you alone. You should have known better. Suddenly there were haste steps, after which the journal was ripped from your hands. You looked up at him, his determined look pointed right back at you. "Dae..." He put a hand on your mouth, shutting you up and making you freeze at the sudden physical contact.
"No! You said you don't have anything to say, so I will be the one who does the talking." He stated sternly, looking in your eyes. You slapped away his hand, but said nothing in response. Daemon sighed, still standing in front of you. "If what you have told me is truth, I didn't know it. Let me finish!" He interrupted you, as you tried to say something. "All these years I blamed you for leaving me without a word. Without a letter or explanation. I... I thought you did something for me again, that was noticed and made you guilty. I thought father found out of what you did to protect me. Then I thought you found someone else, some young pretty boy who adored you more than I did. It was easier for me to hate you." He admitted, and your heart broke a bit at his words ad his expression. You wanted to forget about what had happened and just take him into your embrace and not let go of him. But you both were too far gone for that. And revelation of the truth did provoke this conversation, but it couldn't change everything else.
"It is still easier for both of us to stay away from each other." Daemon scoffed in response to those words, leaning on the table, looking down at you.
"You can't be serious, Y/N. I know the truth now, that it wasn't your wish to leave me. And you expect the hate from me?"
"What do you expect? Us going back to where we left things? You aren't ten and six anymore, Daemon. I am not ten and nine. You are a different person, that I know nothing about. Hell, you have a family and duties." You breathed out, trying to stay calm.
"But I don't have you. And I haven't had you all those years. I have changed, yes. You have changed as well, hell, maybe even more than I have. But the fact that I need my elder brother never changed, no matter how much I hated and despised this thought." Prince looked at you stubbornly. You shook your head, looking at the notes on your table, just not to look at him.
"We can't go back to what we had, Daemon. It is impossible. I can't be your lover. And I doubt I can be your friend after all these years. You are a different person, completely unknown to me."
"Then I don't see a problem with anything. We just start anew." He reached out to you, grabbing your chin, making you look at him, his eyes burning with fire and passion. You pursed your lips, trying to calm your heart that was beating out of your chest just from a single touch of his. You had to learn to control yourself near him all over again.
"What we had was a sin. We are brothers. Even if our blood doesn't stop us as our House has queer customs, we are men. It is viewed as a sin. I won't put your reputation under a hit. The ending will be the same, Daemon. Us parting ways. It was hurtful the first time, there is no need to return to that." You tried to sound convincing enough for both him and you, but his grip on your chin only tightened, as your words sparked him with anger.
"There is no sin in this. This is us. We are both dragons, our blood belong together. There is nothing more true in this world than us. And if it is a part of us, if it is the most real part of us, it can't be sin." Daemon said stubbornly, as you put your hand on his, gripping his wrist in attempt either to bring him back to his feelings or pull it away from you.
"It is. We are brothers and we can't do that. If I was a princess or you were one, everything could be different. But we are what we are and this is wrong.” You lowered your head, leaning back into the armchair. “Father might have been right. If the gods punished me and not helped me all this time, then I am a sinner and a leech."
"Where the fuck did you take all of this, you have never been religious!" Daemon spitted out, looking at you, as his brows furrowed. You just tried to push him away, with your words, with your actions, but he never budged, on the contrary becoming more and more persistent. "Or someone is telling you this? Who is this cunt that spread this nonsense to your head?" He demanded of you.
"Noone, Daemon. This is my thoughts." You breathed out, as the prince sat on your lap suddenly. He had become heavier with years for certain, trainings and battles made him stronger, and you couldn't help but feel the stomach-curling feeling of familiarity of his body against yours.
"You were never like this. You loved me. You loved my body. You didn't think of me as of something wrong." He stubbornly said, as you pressed yourself into the chair, trying to distance yourself from him, even if it wasn't physically possible. "And I know you still feel the same, I can see this in your eyes."
"You are not wrong. I am. I made you like this." You breathed out, putting hands on his shoulders, looking at his hard face. Your repeated your father's words just to get him to see the reason and step back. "Daemon, this is wrong. Please, I beg you, go back to your wife, to your family."
"You are my family. You are my blood. I want to be here with you now, not with them." Daemon stood his ground stubbornly. He didn't want to leave you apparently, but you couldn't have him risk it all again because of you, no matter how much you longed to hold him again in your embrace.
"I can't be the reason to hold you back. You loved them this morning more than anything. You hated me this morning. One conversation can't change that. You love Rhaenyra, you bled for her, you suffered for her, you long for her, you love her, not me and I can't..."
"All this time I was suffering for you. I wanted to forget you, believe me. I tried it all… Whores, wine, blood, killing, everything!" He cupped your face with his hands, looking intensely in your eyes. "I tried. Rhaenyra... She is good, she deserves love. And I love her. But she isn't you. It is different with you, and you know it. And if I had to choose, I would choose you every time."
Your heart clenched at the thought that he tried to forget you. His eyes were honest, and even after all those years away from him, you could always tell when he was telling the truth. He was sincere in his words at this moment. But you couldn't let him do that again. You didn't want pain for you, nor for him.
"Daemon, you are talking on emotions. You miss what we had once, but... Fuck, don't make this harder than it is." You pleaded with him, every reason to leave everything as it was fading in the face of his confidence and determination. You were losing this fight and couldn’t come up with any more reasons or words to convince him. To convince yourself.
"You are the one making it harder. Lēkia, you told me yourself once, we were born from one flame and blood. We were supposed to be together. I cried only for you, not one person saw my tears, because you are the only reason for them. I didn't mourn father, grandsire, Aemma, Laena, noone. I cried for noone but you. I need you in a way no word in Westerosi or Valyrian can describe. Now more than ever." He whispered, inching closer to your face, as something inside you was slowly breaking.
"Daemon..."
"Start with me anew. There is no reason for worry, I promise. All the time you stayed away, you protected me. You lied, you..." He scoffed, remembering your words he heard in the garden. "You destroyed your life for me. Let me now rebuild it."
"Daemon..." You touched his cheek, shuddering at the long forgotten feeling of his skin under your touch.
"Let me think for the both of us this time, Y/N." He squeezed your cheeks in his palms, looking in your eyes. "Let us sing dragon's song together again. Like we never stopped."
You breathed out, looking in his eyes. You saw anger, flames of indomitable passion dancing in his eyes, violet irises determined and fiery. He wouldn't step back. Even if he still felt some hate for you, even if he loved his family he had, you were something different for him. You were his centre, around which his world was turning. As he was your centre in return.
And you gravitated to your dragon, like always, leaning into him.
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