𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You’re just trying to buy a cute pendant from a flirty boardwalk vendor when the boys decide no one gets to look at you like that. They circle you like a living wall of leather and bad decisions—because you’re theirs, and they love you loudly. Jealousy looks stupidly hot on all four of them… and honestly? You’re not even mad about it.
𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.8k
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: possessive behavior. polyamory. jealousy.
mild intimidation. territorial themes. dark romance. fluff with possessive vibes.
The warm summer night in Santa Carla wrapped around you like a familiar embrace, the air thick with the scent of saltwater, fried dough, and distant bonfires. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the crowds milling about—tourists laughing, kids chasing each other with cotton candy in hand, and the occasional shadowy figure lurking in the alleys.
You loved this place; it was chaotic, alive, and utterly yours. Or rather, it was theirs—the Lost Boys'. And by extension, yours too.
You'd been with them for months now, ever since that fateful night when David had first locked eyes with you under the Ferris wheel, his smirk promising danger and delight in equal measure. It hadn't taken long for the others to follow suit: Paul's wild energy pulling you into endless nights of laughter, Marko's playful teasing making you feel seen, Dwayne's quiet strength grounding you when the world spun too fast.
They were a package deal, these four vampires, and you'd fallen hard into their web. Possessive? Absolutely. But it was a possession born of fierce love, not control. They let you roam free, knowing you'd always come back to them. Still, jealousy simmered just beneath the surface, especially when outsiders got too close.
Tonight, you were wandering a bit ahead of the pack, drawn to a colorful stall selling handmade jewelry—silver chains glinting under string lights, beaded bracelets in every hue. The vendor was a young guy, maybe in his early twenties, with sun-bleached hair and an easygoing smile that screamed "surfer dude." He caught your eye as you picked up a delicate necklace with a moon-shaped pendant.
"That's one of my favorites," he said, leaning over the counter with a grin. "Hand-carved from abalone shell. Suits someone with your vibe—mysterious, you know?"
You chuckled, holding it up to the light. "Mysterious? That's a new one. Usually, people just call me 'that girl with the scary guys.' How much?"
He waved a hand dismissively. "For you? Fifteen bucks. But tell me, what's a girl like you doing out here alone? Boardwalk can get rough after dark."
"Oh, I'm not alone," you replied lightly, fishing for cash in your pocket. It was innocent enough, small talk to pass the time while you browsed. But as you glanced up, you felt it: that prickling awareness on the back of your neck. They were watching.
The boys had been lingering nearby, sprawled out on a bench like kings surveying their kingdom. Paul was mid-joke, probably something crude about the latest horror flick playing at the drive-in, when his laughter cut off abruptly. His blue eyes narrowed, zeroing in on you and the vendor. Marko, ever the firecracker, straightened up, his wild curls seeming to bristle like a cat's fur. Dwayne's broad shoulders tensed, his dark gaze turning stormy as he crossed his arms over his chest. And David—oh, David. His usual cool demeanor cracked just a fraction, that platinum hair catching the light as his smile sharpened into something predatory, like a blade unsheathed.
They didn't rush over. No, that wasn't their style. Not yet. Instead, they began to drift, casual as shadows lengthening at dusk. Paul sauntered first, hands in his pockets, but his usual grin was gone, replaced by a pout that bordered on sulky. Marko followed, tossing his hair back with exaggerated nonchalance, though you could see the way his fingers twitched, itching for action. Dwayne moved like a panther, silent and deliberate, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier. David brought up the rear, gloves creaking softly as he flexed his hands.
You were still chatting with the vendor, now about the best spots for night surfing, of all things, when you sensed them closing in. The stall suddenly felt smaller, the space around you shrinking as the four of them formed a loose circle, their bodies a living barrier between you and the rest of the world.
The vendor's words trailed off mid-sentence. His easy smile faltered as he looked up, realizing he was now surrounded by four very intense men. They weren't glaring outright—nothing so obvious—but the energy they radiated was unmistakable. Possessive. Territorial. Like wolves staking claim on their territory.
David stepped in closest, his hand sliding onto your hip with casual possession, fingers curling just enough to pull you a fraction toward him. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver through you, a reminder of the nights you'd spent tangled in their arms, their fangs grazing your skin in ways that blurred pain and pleasure.
"She's busy," David said simply, his voice smooth as silk but edged with steel. His eyes never left the vendor's, that sharp smile widening just enough to show a hint of fang—subtle, but there if you knew where to look.
The poor guy stammered, his face paling under the neon glow. "Uh, yeah, sure, man. No problem. Enjoy the necklace." He backed away hastily, nearly knocking over a display of earrings in his rush to busy himself with another customer who didn't exist.
You turned to face the four of them, arms crossed over your chest, trying to suppress a smile. "Really? He was just being nice."
Paul threw his hands up dramatically, his pout deepening into something almost comical. "Nice? Babe, he was totally flirting! Did you see the way he leaned in? 'Mysterious vibe', please. That's code for 'I wanna get in your pants.'"
Marko snorted, leaning against the stall's edge with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that? Not our fault, we have to chase off the strays. What if he tried something?"
Dwayne didn't say much; he rarely did in these moments, but he stepped closer, his hand brushing your arm in a gentle contrast to the tension in his jaw. "We... didn't like it," he murmured, his voice low and rumbling, like thunder on the horizon. His dark eyes met yours, and you saw the flicker of vulnerability there, hidden beneath the possessiveness. They were immortal, powerful, but when it came to you, they were achingly human-like in their fears.
David's grip on your hip tightened just a touch before relaxing, his other hand coming up to tilt your chin toward him. "If he'd touched you, I'd—" He paused as you shot him a warning look, those piercing blue eyes of his sparkling with mischief. "—I would have politely asked him to reconsider his life choices."
You couldn't help it; laughter bubbled out of you, breaking the tension like a wave crashing on the shore. The sound seemed to melt them instantly. Paul's pout vanished, replaced by his infectious grin as he slung an arm around your shoulders. Marko chuckled, ruffling your hair affectionately. Dwayne's shoulders relaxed, a small smile tugging at his lips. Even David softened, his sharp edges dulling as he pressed a cool kiss to your forehead.
"You're impossible, all of you," you said, shaking your head. But there was no real annoyance in your voice, only fondness. Being with them meant navigating this dance of jealousy and love, and truthfully, it thrilled you. They weren't trying to cage you; they just loved you loudly, fiercely, in a way that made the world feel a little less lonely.
The boardwalk buzzed around you, oblivious to the little drama that had unfolded. Paul tugged you toward the Ferris wheel, his energy bouncing back like a rubber band. "C'mon, let's ride this thing before Marko starts whining about being hungry."
"I'm always hungry," Marko shot back, falling into step beside you. "But for once, it's not blood I'm craving—funnel cake?"
Dwayne walked on your other side, his hand finding yours in a quiet claim. David lingered behind, watching over the group like the leader he was, but you felt his gaze on you, warm despite his calm demeanor.
As the night wore on, you found yourself sandwiched between them on the Ferris wheel, the city lights sprawling out below like a sea of stars. Paul's head rested on your shoulder, Marko chattering about some prank he wanted to pull on the local surfers. Dwayne's arm was around your waist, steady and sure. David sat across, his knee brushing yours, that possessive spark still in his eyes but tempered now with contentment.
"You know we don't mean to smother you," David said quietly, when the others were distracted by the view. "It's just... you're ours. And we're yours. Seeing someone else look at you like that, it stirs things up."
You reached out, lacing your fingers with his. "I get it. And honestly? It's kind of hot when you all get like that. As long as you don't actually hurt anyone."
He smirked, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss that lingered a beat too long. "Deal. Polite reconsiderations only."
The wheel creaked to a stop at the top, the wind whipping through your hair. Down below, the vendor's stall was a tiny speck, forgotten already. Up here, with them, you felt untouchable—loved in a way that was wild, eternal, and just a little dangerous.
Later, as the boys led you toward the cave, promises of a quieter night whispering in your ear, you reflected on how far you'd come from a lone wanderer on the boardwalk to the center of their world. Jealousy might look good on them, but belonging? That felt even better.
The cave welcomed you like an old friend, the dim torchlight flickering over the makeshift beds and scattered treasures they'd collected over the years. Paul immediately cranked up the boombox, blasting some hair metal anthem that had Marko headbanging in seconds. Dwayne busied himself with lighting more candles, casting a golden glow that softened the space's rough edges.
You collapsed onto the pile of blankets that served as your shared nest, the necklace still clutched in your hand. "You guys didn't have to scare him off so fast. I was about to haggle the price down."
David chuckled, shedding his coat and joining you, his body cool against yours as he pulled you into his lap. "Next time, we'll let you handle it. Maybe."
Paul flopped down beside you, nuzzling into your neck with exaggerated affection. "Or we could just intimidate him into giving you everything for free. Problem solved!"
Marko joined the pile, sprawling out with his head on your thigh. "Tempting. But where's the fun in that? I like watching her work her magic."
Dwayne settled in last, his presence a calming anchor as he draped an arm over Paul. The five of you tangled together like puzzle pieces, the earlier jealousy forgotten in the warmth of your bond.
As the music faded into the background, replaced by the distant crash of waves, you let yourself drift. They were possessive, yes—jealous guardians in leather and fangs. But they were also yours, heart and soul.
Something a bit more funny for once... Well, funny to me and @vlka-fenryka
The two Davids using different seduction techniques to get Michael.
I always hc OG David as very particular about showing skin, as his clothes are his armor and he's a bit old-fashioned. So showing a naked hand to Michael is to him equivalent to showing off a naked ankle in Victorian times xD
Musical David, on the other hand, is very much aware of his assets and their effect on people. Thus, he has no problem with overloading poor Michael's brain with those pecks to get what he wants.
Me, I would fall for both tactics and then contemplate my life choices... As did poor Star.
No matter which version though, David's brothers are his biggest cheerleaders and best wingmen :)
The part Michael drinks gives me the chills! I wish they bought back the bejeweled bottle (besides the end of the musical) Not my video! Credit to the owner
Well — quiet for the vampire den tucked beneath the cliffs of Santa Carla.
The distant crash of waves echoed through the tunnels while candlelight flickered softly against the stone walls, casting everything gold and warm. Dwayne sat stretched out on the old couch near the back of the cave, one arm draped lazily around your waist while you rested against his chest.
A half-finished bottle of wine sat abandoned on the table nearby.
You traced absentminded patterns over the rings on his fingers while he played with strands of your hair.
Neither of you had spoken in several minutes.
Not because anything was wrong.
Just because being around Dwayne had always been strangely easy.
“You’re staring again,” you murmured.
“I know.”
You smiled without looking up. “Creepy.”
His chest rumbled softly with a laugh.
Dwayne tilted his head down slightly, eyes half-lidded as he looked at you. Even after all this time, his attention still made your stomach flutter embarrassingly fast.
“You’re comfortable,” he said simply.
“As opposed to?”
“Everyone else.”
You snorted. “That sounds vaguely insulting.”
“It wasn’t.”
You looked up then, meeting those dark, impossibly soft eyes of his.
God.
Dwayne never talked much about how he felt, which made moments like this hit twice as hard.
“You’re comfortable too,” you admitted quietly.
A smug little smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I know.”
“Oh, shut up.”
He grinned properly this time — rare enough on its own — before leaning down to kiss you.
Slow.
Lazy.
The kind of kiss that didn’t need urgency behind it.
One of his hands slid along your jaw while yours curled loosely into the front of his shirt. The world melted away into warmth and candlelight and the familiar scent of leather and smoke clinging to him.
Then—
“OH COME ON.”
You jumped apart instantly.
Paul stood near the cave entrance looking personally offended, arms spread dramatically while Marko cackled beside him carrying several greasy bags of boardwalk food.
“Are you serious?” Paul groaned loudly. “I’m traumatized.”
“You literally flirt with anything that breathes,” you shot back.
“Yeah, but I don’t wanna see him happy.”
Marko nearly doubled over laughing.
Behind them, David wandered into the cave carrying his bottle of Chinese takeout completely unbothered.
He took one glance at you half-curled in Dwayne’s lap.
Then at Dwayne.
Then sighed.
“Finally,” David muttered. “Thought you two were gonna keep doing that weird longing stare thing forever.”
You blinked. “You noticed that?”
“All of us noticed that,” Marko said immediately.
Paul pointed accusingly. “It was disgusting. Every night it was all—” he clasped his hands dramatically to his chest and stared at Marko with fake intensity, “‘Y/N… pass me the bottle.’”
Marko burst into hysterics while Paul continued, “‘Dwayne… are you cold?’”
“I do not sound like that,” you argued.
“You totally do,” Paul said.
Dwayne, meanwhile, looked entirely unbothered by the chaos unfolding around him. One hand still rested casually on your hip like he refused to acknowledge the interruption at all.
Marko tossed a bag of fries toward the couch. “Anyway, lovebirds, we brought food.”
“You stole food,” David corrected flatly.
Paul gasped dramatically. “David, that is such an ugly accusation.”
“You paid for none of this.”
“Okay but in my defense,” Paul said seriously, “capitalism is oppressive.”
You laughed so suddenly you snorted.
The entire cave went silent.
Paul immediately pointed at you. “I heard that.”
“Oh my god.”
Marko collapsed against the wall wheezing while even David looked mildly entertained now.
Dwayne looked down at you with the softest expression imaginable, thumb brushing gently across your side.
“There it is again,” Paul complained.
“What?”
“That look.” He gagged theatrically. “He’s doing the look.”
“You’re jealous,” you teased.
“Damn right I am. Nobody looks at me like that.”
Marko patted his shoulder. “Tragic.”
Dwayne ignored all of them completely.
His forehead rested lightly against yours while the others bickered in the background over stolen fries and who ate the last chili dog.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
Your heart melted a little.
“I’m perfect.”
He smiled softly before kissing you again anyway — slower this time, sweeter.
THE LOST BOYS X MONSTER HIGH!!! I like the collab doll they did do, but I think these boys would've made perfectly ghoulish Mansters on their own! I loved translating things like Marko's jacket into what I think an MH doll would have, same with some added/moved around accessories! And ofc, WAY more funky shoes lmaoo. Lemme know what y'all think, I might do Michael n Star, maybe even Max!!
