“Don’t chase people. Be yourself, do your own thing, and love people. The right people - the ones who really belong in your life - will come to you, and stay.”
featuring ..... fem!reader, reader is max's adopted daughter, poly!lost boys but kind of david centric, absolutely canon divergent thank you goodbye, i wrote this at 5 am so i have no idea if its actually good
ᯓ max's daughter comes back. wc: 2k
── FAMILY DINNER. two words that, no matter how many times they heard it, caused a loud chorus of groans.
after the "incident," as they all referred to it, it had taken a long while for things to cool off, and things were finally back to normal. or, well, as normal as things could be in santa carla.
lucy had agreed to become a vampire. mike and star, too. sammy would wait until he graduated, and laddie would wait until he was older. the frogs.... well, the frogs were supposed to be dead meat, but after much nagging from max, the pack had (very) reluctantly backed down.
the emersons and the pack coexisted in whatever twisted fantasy of a happy family that max held, though they still remained two separate groups. the only thing keeping them tied together was max.
and family dinner.
the invitation was always there — lucy was a gracious host and she loved to cook, but the boys only ever accepted every few weeks and only at the behest of max. at least once a month, the pack would come over to the emerson house, sit down at the table with everyone else, and eat. it was typically some semblance of awkward. there was always tension so thick you could cut it with a knife; between star and david, the pack and sammy and the frogs, max and the pack.
it had gotten better over time. less awkward, less uncomfortable, as everyone settled into their new normal.
tonight was going slightly better. lucy was (trying) to teach paul how to use the oven without starting a fire, sammy and the frogs were challenging dwayne and marko to a game of cards (which the former were losing, badly), star, laddie, and michael were off in the basement watching whatever was on the tv that max had bought, grandpa and max were discussing something in the old man's taxidermy room, and david...
david was sat outside on the porch, brooding. if anyone had called him out on it, he would've disagreed firmly — he did not brood, he was just smoking a cigarette. but he was definitely brooding. he was leaning just beside the doorframe, cigarette dangling from his lips as he stared out at the dark sky. the moon was bright, casting shadows across the drive. something was off. he felt it. he didn't know what it was or what it meant, but all day there'd been a strange nagging feeling in his chest that something was going go happen today.
he puffed out a breath.
lucy popped her head out of the doorway. "food's ready," she said, a sweet smile on her face. she didn't act like the pack's mother, and she didn't want to be, but that was just her nature. she liked them well enough to be kind.
he nodded, tossing the smoke to the ground and putting it out with his boot. "thanks, miss e."
he followed her back inside to the dining table, which was laden with their dinner. he had to admit, as much as he hated family dinners, the food was great. the table was piled with plates — spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, the works. everyone was helping themselves as he took a seat next to marko at the end of the table.
he caught alan's eye, and the younger boy paled slightly. no matter how long had passed, no matter if the pack had backed off, the frogs were still always a little terrified they would renege on their word.
david smirked.
dinner was fine. laddie informed everyone that he had learned how to multiply by twelve. paul was shoveling his food in his mouth like an animal as usual, marko eating in a slightly more civilized manner. sammy complained about gym class. dwayne chatted quietly with michael about motorcycle parts. star and lucy were engaged in their own conversation.
when most everyone had finished up (save for paul, who was going back for thirds), max cleared his throat. everyone turned to look at him. he set his napkin down, folding his hands as he started to speak.
"i figured, with everyone here, it would be a good time to share this." he looked around at the rest of the table.
dwayne glanced at david, who shrugged imperceptibly. he had just as much an idea of what their sire was talking about as the brunette had.
"being a family is important to me," max began. everyone groaned. they'd heard this speech thousands of times before. "and i value each and every one of you."
"we get it, dude, we don't need another speech," paul grunted, his words muffled by the mouthful of pasta he was actively chewing on.
sammy wrinkled his nose in disgust. "close your mouth, you pig," he said, frowning at the blonde. paul held up his free hand, middle finger up.
max held up his hand. "michael, sam," he continued. "you know i see you as my sons." he gestured to dwayne, marko, paul, david. "my boys as well."
marko rolled his eyes, but the older man didn't notice.
"however, there is one thing i never mentioned," he said, addressing this more to the emerson half of the group.
they all straightened, suddenly curious. what else could come to light now? were werewolves real too? mermaids?
"you see, while i obviously see you boys as my own, i do have..."
before he could finish, paul's fork clattered to the table. everyone turned to look. his back was straight as a line, his entire body turned towards the doorway leading to the foyer.
"paul...?" lucy said cautiously.
he kept staring at the door. he turned to them after a moment. "do you smell that?"
the rest of the table glanced at each other and shrugged.
"you're imaging things, bro," dwayne said.
paul shook his head vehemently. "no, i'm serious i-"
suddenly marko jolted, his own face turning towards the doorway. "no way." he looked at paul, who made a face like i know, right?!
"no fucking way," he repeated. he turned to dwayne and david. "it can't be-"
dwayne's brows furrowed. he looked to david, arching his brow.
and then david smelled it too.
sweet, warm, like a swirling mix of vanilla and sugar. he hadn't smelled that in a while.
he looked at max, who sighed in defeat. his sire shrugged.
"what are we smelling?" laddie complained. "i can''t smell anything!"
they heard the door open, and before they could even see who it was, paul had launched himself out of his chair, practically flying across the room and almost giving lucy a heart attack in the process.
they heard a squeal, the sound of bags thudding to the ground. "paul!" a girl's voice. "hi!"
michael and sam shared a confused look.
"hi. i missed you so much," came the muffled response from the blonde. "missed you- the cave was so boring without you-"
dwayne shoved the blonde off of the figure. "quit hogging her." paul huffed, moving to the side with an indignant pout. dwayne wrapped his own arms around the girl, hugging her tightly. he pulled away, looking down. "you look good," was all the brunette said.
a shrug. "east coast air."
the rest of the people seated at the table couldn't see much. a swish of fabric, two suitcases on the ground, a pair of clean white sneakers.
a hand carefully moved dwayne to the side, leaving him to join paul, who was so excited he looked like he could've exploded on the spot.
sammy and the frogs gaped as you made your way around the table to marko, who pushed his chair back to wrap his arms around your waist.
you were the single most beautiful girl sammy had seen in his life. his eyes caught on your jewelry, your dress, your face. everything about you was gorgeous. he faintly heard you speaking to marko.
"hi," you said sweetly, looking down at the blonde.
"hey, yourself," he replied, grinning up at you. "long time no see."
you scoffed. "its been four months."
"exactly."
you rolled your eyes, letting go of him with a kiss to his hair.
"why does he get a kiss?!" paul whined from his spot on the wall. dwayne elbowed him.
you turned your gaze to david, who simply offered a small, tightlipped smile, before facing max.
"hi, daddy," you said, stepping forward to wrap your arm around your father.
"hello, sweetheart."
if it was possible, sam's jaw dropped even further. you were smoking hot, and you were max's daughter? what the hell?
edgar leaned in. "is she a vamp?"
alan next. "you idiot, if that's her dad, then duh."
sammy ignored them.
you turned to lucy, a polite smile on your face. "you must be lucy?" you tried.
the woman snapped out of whatever momentary shock she'd been in and offered you a sweet smile, standing so she was at your eyelevel. "yes, i am. how do you do?"
you shook her hand. "it's so nice to meet you, my father has told me a lot about you." you glanced at the table, deciding to address everyone as you introduced yourself.
the next hour was spent by max explaining to lucy and the emersons all about you.
max had taken you in long ago, a few decades after the boys, but you had been the only one of the group who had truly taken to being his child, and that was fine by everyone. you had left santa carla just the week before the emersons had moved, heading to new york to work on some project or another for max.
the pack had all rejoined the table, paul yanking your chair close to his and wrapping an arm around your shoudler as you patiently answered laddie's and the frogs' endless questions about the city and what it was like.
as the night wound down, the pack was ready to leave. dwayne hauled one of your bags to the cave, marko the other, as you said your goodbyes to your newfound family. lucy told you you were welcome for dinner anytime, star offered to go to the mall with you, and sammy was still in awe of your beauty.
paul caught him staring as you knelt down to laddie's level to give him a hug and cuffed the blonde on the back of the head. "don't even think about it," he warned. "she's taken."
sammy swatted his hand away with a huff. "by who?" he demanded. paul winked and stepped off the porch.
"later, miss e! thanks for the food!"
lucy laughed, waving at the blonde as he revved his engine.
he shot you a smile. "see you soon, sexy!" he crowed. as he drove off, you heard a faint whoop.
star, michael, and laddie retreated back into the house. max hugged you.
"you'll be alright in the cave?" he asked. "if you need, you can always stay here or back at-"
"i'll be fine, daddy," you laughed. he smiled proudly at you, kissing your forehead. "nothing i haven't done before."
"alright then. goodnight, darling." he and lucy stepped inside too, leaving only sammy and you on the porch.
you didn't seem to notice the younger boy as you smiled to yourself, brushing your dress off. he straightened his shirt out, steeling himself before taking a step forward, mouth open to speak, but before he could, david emerged from the shadows. sam deflated like a popped balloon.
you beamed at david. the ice cold blonde made his way towards you, hands in his pockets. "david," you said.
wordlessly, he pulled you into a kiss, his cool lips meeting yours as he curled his hand around your waist. with a huff, sam stalked off inside and slammed the door.
you pulled away, looking at the door. david gently turned your face towards his with a gloved finger.
"don't stay away too long next time, yeah?" he said. you grinned, leaning into him.
"what, did you miss me?" you teased.
his lips twitched into a barely-there smile. "something like that."
you laughed, lacing your fingers with his. "lets go. i bet the boys are waiting."
david let you lead him towards his parked bike, looking at you with a fondness he rarely let slip. "they're scrambling around the cave, trying to clean up," he mused as he helped you on before sitting down himself.
"you think?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his middle.
he revved the engine. "i know."
as you sped back home, your face pressed to the cool leather of his jacket and the wind whipping your hair, you smiled. you'd missed your boys.
Broken promises - David (The Lost Boys) x human reader [part 1/2]
Story summary: David gets injured after a bad fight with rival vampires, and you medicate him. Now, if only there was something else a human could do, to help a vampire gain his strength and heal faster...
Warnings: sloooooooooooooow burn, injuries, written in one go
You were already in bed, reading a book, when the boys got back to the cave, loud as usual.
But what got you to immediately put your book down was the fact that the others were pretty much carrying David. He had one arm around Dwayne’s shoulders and one around Paul’s, while Marko led the way.
‘Y/N, move,’ the curly blond said.
‘The couch is fine,’ David grumbled.
But you had already jumped off the bed. ‘Is he hurt? Are you hurt?’
‘I’m fi—’
But Dwayne cut him off in a matter-of-fact voice. ‘Yes.’
They deposited him onto the bed where you had been sleeping for a few months after running away from home, his back against the headboard. When Dwayne and Paul stepped away, you finally got a good look at David, even though he kept avoiding everyone’s eyes. Especially yours.
He seemed even paler than usual, except for one black eye and a fresh cut on his cheek. Judging by the way he was holding his chest, you assumed he had a broken rib. Or several.
‘What happened?’ you just about managed to whisper.
Paul filled you in.
They were attacked by a coven of vampires from out of town, who were hoping to take over Santa Carla. It was six against four, and the leader—a much more ancient vampire—was particularly big, strong, and even more experienced.
You realized that the other three had some bruises too but it was nothing compared to the state David was in.
‘Why is he in such a bad state?’
‘If you think I’m in a bad state,’ David said, although the effort of talking made him cough, ‘you should see the other guy. Oh, wait: you can’t.’ he added with a smirk that twisted the cut on his cheek. ‘He’s ashes, now.’
You weren’t impressed by his humor.
You crossed your arms and turned back towards the others, a question mark still in the air.
‘They attacked him first, when the three of us were still feeding. We would have gone to the rescue sooner, obviously,’ Dwayne explained before raising an eyebrow and throwing an unimpressed look at David from over his shoulder, ‘but someone didn’t call us, did he?’
David shrugged and looked to the side.
‘Are you crazy?! You tried to fight six vampires on your own?’ you asked, your voice suddenly higher-pitched. ‘You could have gotten yourself killed!’
Paul placed an arm on your shoulders and got you to start walking towards the lobby area. ‘Just calm down and let him rest now, Y/N.’
You sighed and looked at him, trying to soften and lower your voice. ‘Are you guys alright?’
He nodded. ‘The three of us will be like new tomorrow.’
‘What about David?’
‘He’s gonna be fine, eventually,’ Dwayne was quick to reassure you, but there was a serious look in his dark eyes, ‘but the head vampire had weapons laced with holy water,’ he explained. Then, he lowered his voice even more: ‘It’s gonna take longer for him to heal, and he’s in a lot more pain than he wants to let on.’
Your heart clenched.
One by one, they hugged you and went to sleep in the back as usual, leaving you in the silent candlelit cave.
David had his head turned to the other side but you knew he wasn’t sleeping.
You went to fetch the bandages and disinfectant that the guys had stolen for you when you injured yourself a few weeks earlier, and you walked up to him.
‘Where are you hurt?’
He turned his head slowly, looking at you from below. He shook it. ‘It’s fine, Y/N. It’ll all heal on its own within a few hours—’
‘I know about the holy water.’
He closed his mouth.
He opened it but closed it again.
‘Stop playing hero, David, and tell me where you’re hurt!’
You said it in a strict, authoritative tone you had never used with him. A tone hardly anyone had dared use with him.
His light-blue eyes burned into yours, even though the bruised one was barely open. Then, he rolled them and sat up properly.
He lifted his right sleeve, revealing a long deep cut.
Your breath got caught in your throat.
You tried to swallow and forced yourself to stay focused, sitting on the edge of the bed. When you medicated him with the disinfectant, you could tell he was trying his hardest not to make any sound or let on that he was in pain, but he went all rigid and his tendons became tense.
You secured the bandage around his forearm.
Then, you remembered the cut on his face.
‘Why didn’t you call the others, when you got attacked?’ you asked, trying to keep your voice steady as you poured some disinfectant onto a ball of cotton.
He stopped breathing when your fingers touched his cheek.
‘You’re human. You wouldn’t get it,’ he commented.
‘I don’t care. Why?’
He sighed. ‘I didn’t wanna put them in danger.’
‘Oh, so you were just gonna risk everything yourse—’
‘Yes, that’s what a leader does,’ he cut you off. ‘I’ll always protect all of you. With my life, if it ever comes to that.’
You repeated his words in your head: “all of you.”
Not “all of them.”
Even though you were still human, he already considered you part of the pack.
And you knew he meant it.
Just like he meant it when, after finding you on the beach months ago and offering you a place to stay, he promised you they’d keep you safe.
And when, after telling you they were vampires and letting you decide whether or not you still wanted to stick around, he promised you none of them would hurt you or bite you. Ever.
But that’s not what your attention stayed on.
Protecting “with my life,” he had said.
You lowered your eyes towards his left arm, still around his chest.
‘What happened to your chest?’
He fell silent.
‘David.’
‘Don’t. It’s not gonna be pretty. And I’m fine—’
You cursed under your breath, and with a sudden bout of impulse—or recklessness—you curled your fingers around the hem of his black sweater.
You were gonna lift it, if he hadn’t stopped you.
But his gloved fingers wrapped themselves around your wrist.
An unreadable look in his eyes.
You kept holding his gaze without moving a muscle.
He gave in, eventually.
Not without some sounds of pain, he pulled the sweater over his head and threw it to the side.
You gasped, bringing both hands to your mouth and dropping the bottle of disinfectant.
On his porcelain chest was the unmistakable wound of a wooden stake.
Right next to his heart.
David studied your reaction: your mouth was still open but you had stopped breathing, and you couldn’t move your eyes from that wound.
When you met his gaze, you tried to recompose yourself. You swallowed, grabbed the disinfectant again, and started pouring it onto a fresh cotton ball.
But your hands were shaking like crazy.
‘Hey,’ he whispered, holding your wrist with one hand and getting the disinfectant and cotton off yours. ‘Calm down.’
You looked down. ‘You could have died.’
Your voice broke.
‘But I didn’t,’ David said calmly, stroking your wrist with a gloved finger. An unfamiliar, intimate gesture. ‘The other guy did.’
You took a deep breath and let that sink in.
You looked to the ceiling and blew some air out of your mouth, trying to release the heaviness in your chest.
Eventually, you nodded.
You picked up the cotton and disinfectant again.
‘You really don’t have to do that, Y/N.’
‘David, can you fucking drop the tough act and let me take care of you for once?’ you snapped. ‘Can you let anyone take care of you?!’
He studied you silently for a few seconds.
Then, he rolled his eyes dramatically, removed his gloves, and spread his arms, resting them against the headboard. He kept an eyebrow raised, a defiant gaze despite doing what you asked of him. ‘Fine. Be my guest.’
You slowly medicated that wound too.
He winced, and his hands clutched the top of the headboard.
‘’s because it hurts,’ he muttered without looking at you.
‘What?’
‘You told me to drop the tough act,’ he explained, almost apologetically if it weren’t for the hint of a naughty smile. ‘Well, I was mainly trying to stop you because I knew the disinfectant was gonna hurt like a bitch, here.’
That got an unexpected laugh out of you. ‘See? It’s not that hard to say how you really feel, David,’ you said, going back to medicating him.
His smile turned melancholic. ‘I don’t know about that,’ he commented, his eyes lingering on your profile.
By the time you raised yours to show him a quizzical look, though, he had already moved them to the side.
‘Are you done?’ he was quick to ask.
‘Almost.’
You secured the bandage, wrapping it around his right shoulder and underneath his left arm.
‘Done.’
‘Thank you, Y/N,’ he said, checking your work. But touching his chest made him wince again. ‘I can’t sleep upside down tonight,’ he admitted, ‘but I don’t want to steal your bed. Just give me a moment, and I’ll move to the—’
‘Nonsense. I’ll take the couch, tonight,’ you declared, standing up. ‘Stop being stubborn, and get some rest, now.’
You walked to the other side of the bed, grabbed a pillow and a blanket, and started heading towards the lobby area.
You turned around. ‘Is there anything else I can do to help?’
Of course, there was.
You could have let him drink some of your blood.
That would have given him some strength back and helped him heal faster.
But you didn’t think of that.
And he sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask that of you.
Especially since it would involve breaking the promise he made you when you decided to stay with them despite knowing they were vampires.
And David had many faults, sure. But he never broke his promises.
Especially the ones he made to you.
So, when you asked him if there was anything else you could do to help, he shook his head.
You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. ‘You promise?’
He smiled and closed his eyes. ‘Just sleep, Y/N.’
But when you finally did manage to fall asleep—after tossing and turning for hours, trying to get your shaking body to calm down as you repeated to yourself “It’s fine. He’s alive” and stole glances of his sleeping shape, and also trying to understand why this entire situation was affecting you that much—he was the one who woke you up in the middle of the night.
“We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch.”
𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. The lost boys, star, Micheal x reader {separate}
𝕬.𝕹. Reader just like me fr
𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖑 bros teasing you about it to the sun and back. He’s all up on you about it but it’s never mean, or at least ment as mean. He still loves you after all and if you tell him to stop he will.
𝕯𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖉 I think at first he’d be avoidant to it but he get used to it and even takes of his gloves to hold your hand in his or wrap you in his coats.
𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊 is a hopeless romantic and loves when you cling to him, especially his arms. Dwayne adores it when you hang off him.
𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑 yall are stuck together so often you’d think you were welted together. He’s JUST like you. He loves loves loves physical affection so much.
𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖔 i think he’d like having you on his lap while he draws or paints. He likes having his chin on your should, occasionally biting or kissing it. I think he also likes to hold pinkies.
𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗 likes having you close. She likes to lean into your touch and your arms around her, she finds it grounding and safe. She likes to hold your arm or hands and is quite clingy as well when you get close.
musical michael & david……i do love the constant outfit changes for david. he’s kvntttt had to draw him with the secret comes out outfit. & also lj brings this soft kind of innocence to michael, i adored this new interpretation as well.
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