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⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Poly!Lost boys x fem reader ۶𖹭ৎ
⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ you’re settling down for a night in the cave on a chilly autumn night. Thankfully, Paul and Dwayne are there to make you feel looked after
⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ bat divider by @thecutestgrotto
✧ ⁺ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ pure fluff
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The cave is surprisingly cozy at night. Sea salt wind howling from the mouth of the cave, warm candlelight flickering and fairy lights twinkling amongst the dripping staglemites of the cave walls. Jagged shapes dribbling down the dark stone like melting wax.
Right now, only two vampires occupy the nest. Marko and David are out cruising the dark boardwalk on their growling bikes and mean grins, searching for the odd few stragglers who decided to brave the cold beach at night.
Now that the summer had ebbed away, now replaced with the creeping autumn chill and decaying leaves, there were fewer tourists. The usually chaotic Santa Carla had turned sleepier and slower, for the biting cold led away most people.
In a way, it was nice. Your mates had more freedom to peacefully patrol around to their hearts content without the fear of the sun rising so soon. Light dimmed early in the evening, so now you got to see them earlier in the day. They took advantage of that and liked to treat you a visit after your early evening shifts.
However, what was not nice was the inevitable freezing cold that came with autumn. The sea air was mercilessly cold, biting chill through your clothes and into your bones.
And cold bodies could only warm you so much.
"Get closer to the fire, I'll keep it going". Dwayne proclaimed in his usual low calm voice. His copper skin shimmering with the golden light emitting from the firepit flickering with dancing flames, the curves and dips of his body accentuated by shadow and firelight.
You try not to stare. Huddled on a seat, his leather jacket wrapped around you. It smells of salt and earth and smoke. It smelt of him.
Paul returns from his search for warm bedding, his arms holding a few messily folded blankets. They're thick and quilted, and look like heaven to your shivering form.
"Found some blankets- ones with the least holes at least".
“Thank you”. You rattle out softly through chattering teeth, smiling up at him gratefully as he shakes the blankets out. Some quilted and well loved with fraying fabric and hanging thread, and some look aged yet expensive. Most likely some silken bedsheets from the hotel when it was in its prime, buried somewhere in rubble that they’ve found to add to their own nests.
Dwayne strides over to Paul and takes the thick quilted one off him to wrap around you. Descending to his knees at your feet to wrap the quilt around your body, tucking it around your shoulders and wrapping you snug.
You flush at the attention, and make brief eye contact with him that he holds. His eyes dark, and a subtle smile softening his features.
A low whistle and the snap of fingers garners your attention, and Paul is all theatrics and smirks. His gaze looks you over approvingly.
"look at you. Reducing Mr tall dark and broody to his knees".
Dwayne scoffs under his breath, but it lacks any real hostility. Moreso a soft biting chuckle.
“You’re a real heart stopper babe”. Paul teases, but he cranes down to plaster his nose against your ear to kiss. Inhaling your scent till you laugh and swat at him.
Dwayne hums. Candlelight flickering in his eyes. Watching you squirm and smile with a content feeling warming his cold dead heart.
“Do you wanna go settle for sleep? You look tired”.
He seems to look through your attempts to appear perky and alert, and you nod.
“Don’t move then, I’ll carry you”.
You let him pick you up, blankets and all. Resting your cheek against his collarbone, dark tresses of hair tickling your face.
“She’s in my nest tonight, fight me otherwise”.
Dwayne only makes a disgruntled sound, but he doesn’t argue. Only watching on as Paul launches himself unceremoniously onto his ‘nest’. An old poster bed covered in an accumulation of mismatched blankets and pillows, all draped by an aged canopy of lace.
His bed smells of smoke and weak and the slightest tinge of hairspray, and you’re not surprised at all.
Carefully placed down on the centre of the bed, Paul rolls you over onto your side to pull your swaddled form in his arms. A deep, happy, content sigh leaving him. A rumbling growl pressed into the crook of your neck as he rubs your back through the quilt to help warm you up.
Dwayne climbs in shortly. The mattress tilting from his weight, and he slumps behind you. His chest pressed to your back, and a corded arm of muscle settles over your waist.
Their weight and hold on you keeps you pinned, but you can’t say you’re complaining. You only feel warm and loved, and it makes you feel sleepier.
“Are you comfortable?”. Dwayne murmurs lowly in your ear, and you shiver a little. Not from the cold, but from the sudden rush of tingles shooting up your spine.
You hum sleepily In reply, and be seems content with that.
Paul’s fingertips drag back and fourth over your covered side, and he lilts a close eyed smile. Soothing a warm kiss between your brows.
You nod, and snuggle deeper into their arms. Curling your legs up closer to your body, and they both shift the positions of their body to accommodate. Paul lets you tuck your legs between his, and Dwayne conforms to the shape of your body. His knees tucked against the back of yours.
Amidst your dazed slip into dreams, you hear the growl of bikes somewhere in the distance.
No doubts will the other two join.
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