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hypocriticaltypwriter · 1 year

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A Moment Of Peace. [Lost Girls AU]

Notes: Fluff. Like- tooth rotting fluff because I need to INDULGE yall, life's been hard LOL 🙏. And the boys being daddys has my brain ROTTING.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of Pregnancy. Flirting and a little bit of kissing but nothing NSFW. Meant for ages 15+. Enjoy~!

Chrysta's hands worked at a delicate but quick pace, her thumb gently making contact with the end of the sharp needle strung securely between the two fabrics she was stitching together.

She admires her handiwork so far, seeing the small patch of purple polka-dots among the many different bits of clothing sewn carefully upon any tears or holes in the long wavy skirt that sat upon her lap. She looks at it with a smile, proud of herself whilst she holds it out to look at it against the dim candlelight in her nest, hidden away deep into the low ground of the cave.

Her attention is quickly pulled from her stitching to the sound of hushed whispers and giggles, echoing so faintly along the walls along with the low rumble of thunder and crashing waves outside.

She takes the thin indigo threat hanging from her needle and pulls it tight between her left bottom and top fang, cutting it. She places the needle in a safe, flat crevice to not be lost into the many sheets, blankets, and pillows swarming the small nest. The whispers that had yet to cease grew more indistinct as she moved from her sitting position to get atop her knees, leaning ever so slightly forward, looking through the sheen cloth hanging loose and low around the entrance of her nest working as some sort of curtains.

She reached a hand out to gently pull it away, just to see the world of the dim cave from beyond the foggy, cream tinted fabric in her way.

The small upturn splayed on her lips out of curiosity quickly grows with amusement and a swell in her undead heart. The four little bodies all huddled together against a perch near the rafters in the caved in hotel weren't that hard to miss.

"Quit pushing!"

"No fair, I wanna feel!"

"It tickles!"

"Ow, that's my foot!"

Chrysta can't help but let out a low breath through her nose at the amusing scene, finding her head giving a slight shake while she watches the small squabble between sisters a little longer.

Anastasia sat atop the perch her other sister's either crawled onto the top of or stood on their tippy toes to reach over. Her arm was outside the small cave opening, her pale hand with her fingers spread out and feeling the cool rainwater gently sprinkle down the palm of her hand.

Jennifer was fighting against Tiffany to have both their hands fit through it at the same time, pushing and shoving one another as they continued to not understand the concept of sharing- all while Katherine tried her best to even peek through and see the pale moonlight leaking in behind the thick grass Anastasia had also pushed away with her hand. The young girl trying desparely to peek through her sisters legs or between their bodies.

"Girls?" Chrysta called out, her voice ringing faintly against the caved walls, but not too loud it was booming. It was enough to have four heads quick turn to look at her, their eyes glowing a bit in the dark.

"Come back to bed with me. Your dad's will be back soon." She states with a small wave of her hand to behind her, watching them all exchange looks between each other before obeying their mothers request.

Tiffany pushes away Jenny and Kat, who quickly tale behind her as she runs halfway down the perch, and when she's low enough to the ground, jumps down the rest of it. Her sisters are following.

"It's no fair!" Tiffany whines a bit. "I wanted to go hunting tonight!"

Chrysta chuckles at the sight, the sound of bare feet pattering against the floor getting louder and louder as they grow closer and closer to the entrance of the nest.

Tiffany all but leaps through the opening and tumbles into the comfort and warmth of pillows and her mother's body, smiling content while nuzzling her face into Chrysta's waist.

Jennifer hurries next, getting in a more proper way, crawling through the thick layer of comforter and sheets and laying next to Tiffany.

And Chrysta quickly helps Kat inside next, grabbing the girl by her outstretched hand above her head and lifting her inside, the girl finding assurance at the opposite side of her mom that wasn't occupied by her other sisters.

"Yeah, they promised we could go tonight!" She explains her complaints along with Tiffany, hugging onto her mother's arm and looking at her for a reason or answer.

"They always say that, Kat." Anastasia's voice called, a small hint of annoyance laced into the words - only earning her Kat blowing a raspberry at where she still sat atop the perch near the rafters

Only three girls had gotten in with Chrysta so far, and she was quick to notice, looking back to see Anastsia still sat, her eyes once again strained outside, watching the storm and the pure rainwater glistening and dripping softly from rocks and grass. Her face was illuminated by pale light of the moon, enough for Chrysta to see the calm yet longing look on her eldest daughters face.

"Annie, come on," Chrysta ushered again, a small, hopeful smile on her lips as she made eye contact with Anastasia, motioning with her head to her other daughters. "Join us."

Anastasia twisted the strings of her night gown between her fingers a bit anxiously, her lips forming a tight line for a second as she shifted her gaze back to the opening in the cave. "Maybe in a minute." She replied, her voice quiet. But Chrysta heard.

The brunette watches her daughter's figure a little longer, a sympathetic frown falling on her lips, but she gives an understanding nod and decides to leave it at that.

Chrysta knew no matter how many times she said it didn't bother her, how any times she sounded annoyed when her sisters complained about not being able to join hunting, Anastasia truly did feel a bit disappointed or left out when her father and his mates left to go hunting, leaving her, her mother, and sisters behind.

She was jealous, and she was upset. She felt she was old enough - she was twelve after all, even if her sisters couldn't join, she was old enough to leave the cave for any other circumstances besides just a night on the boardwalk. Right?

"Mommy, how come we can't go hunting yet?" Kat spoke up finally, sitting atop her knees and hands placed on her lap with her head held high and looking at her mom expectantly. "Daddy said we could go next time - he even pinky promised!" She said, holding her hand out and wiggling her pinky finger.

Chrysta sighs a little, bringing her hands up to brush away the crazy dirty blonde curls framing Kat's face, cupping her small cheeks for a second as she looks into her deep, glistening puppy-dog eyes.

"You know they can be forgetful." She states simply, bringing her hands down to the zipper of Kats onsie and zipping it fully up to her neck, given the girl had tugged it down loosely to her collarbone. "But they are just as forgetful as they are protective. You're still young, all of you. It's risky taking you out when you aren't big enough."

Kat's pout only furthers as her bottom lip studs out, bringing a hand up to scratch and pry at the collar of her onsie with a grumble.

"But I'm old enough!" Tiffany speaks up next, lifting herself up from where she had nestled into her mothers pillows, pointing her thumb to her chest she had puffed out proudly. "Seven is a big kid age, and I lost both my baby fangs already! Jenny hasn't even lost her bottom set yet."

"Hey!" Jennifer pushes her sister harshly into the pillows again, using the traction to lift herself up and glare down at her, it only gets worse as Tiffany, in return giggled and squealed into the pillows at the action.

"Girls." Chrysta states sternly, seeing an argument about to break out. She pats the area in front of her where her legs are criss-cross, Tiffany quickly filling that space and sitting in the same position with her back tuned to her mom, head held high and arms folded tightly over her chest. Sticking her tongue put at Jenny, who returns the gesture.

Chrysta began to pull the braids, ties, and few bits of leaves and sticks from Tiffany's hair, letting a small slience fall on them before she continued, just to let the girls little spat calm down for a moment.

"As happy as I am that you are all very confident in yourselves, it's very dangerous and the chances of you getting caught are high." She begins, letting Tiffany's sandy blonde, mane-like hair fall from its pigtails, wrapping the decorated rubber bands around her wrist.

"Me and your fathers just want to play it safe and have you wait a bit longer, I'm sure the time will go by quickly."

It was an answer, but not one the girls wanted, obviously. Chrysta saw their moods only sour more. The pouts outnumbered her reassuring smile as they all looked to their hands or laps with disgruntled noises of agreement.

Chrysta gently tugs at the soft strands of blonde hair for a moment before letting Tiffany free with a quick straighten of her pajama top before she hurried back over to her mother's side. Jennifer took her place and awaited a nightly braid in her dark brown hair.

"Besides," Chrysta began again, running her dark red nails through Jenny's hair, separating a few sections into parts as she does so. "When Jenny and Annie go off with their dads very soon, I'll need help with the new baby coming. Won't I?" Chrysta mentions as her gaze falls between Tiffany and Kat, finding she had their attention on her again.

Kat and Tiffany look to each other with their mother between the two of them before their gaze goes to her tummy. The usually tight tanktop curled a little bit over the small bumb forming on Chrysta's figure visible to their eyes.

"I guess..." Tiffany comments through the corner of her lips as she plays with the buttons on her pajama shirt, while Kat places her arms on her mother's thigh, resting her chin atop her crossed arms She stares at the bump a little longer, her legs kicking behind her absentmindedly, the noise of her little feet making contact with the fluffy surface beneath her causes Chrysta to glance down at her through the corner of her eye, pausing in her braiding of Jennifer's hair.

A faint smile forms on her face as she quirks a brow. "Do you think it's going to be another girl? Or a boy?" She asks, bringing Kat's gaze back up to her.

Her eyes immediately brighten at the question, and a grin spreads across her chubby face as she replies instantly. "I hope it's a boy! There are too many girls, and I need a brother!" Kat says, her kicks quicken as she grew excited.

"No way!" Tiffany cuts in, throwing her hands up above her. "Boys smell. Oh, and all the daddy's snore too loud as well. I don't want any more boys!"

"But Daddy Paul says if mommy has any more girls, he's gonna pull his fangs out!" Kat responds to her sister.

"I hope it's a boy so dad doesn't have to give all his claw and teeth jewelry away, and I get to keep it." Jennifer responds as Chrysta finishes the long braid that goes all the way to her lower back, secure as no strands fall loose from it.

Chrysta just laughs at the small dispute and comments made with the question she offered, hearing the girls go back and forth, but it is a wholesome manner rather than an argument. She looks back up over to where Anastasia still sat, barely having even moved since the last time Chrysta had looked at her.

"What do you think, Annie?" She tries to include the platinum blonde, earning a small head crane toward her as Anastasia had heard her name. "Boy or girl?" Chrysta offers.

Anastasia looks off into space for a second, her brow furrowing and eyes narrowing as though she's thinking. The faintest of smiles grew on her lips as she looked back at her mom. "A girl. I just know it." She finally answers in a matter of fact way, a confidence in her voice that made Chrysta quirk a brow.

"Oh? And how are you so sure?" She smirks, putting a hand on her hip.

She watches Anastasia shrug, looking back outside, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her smirk matching Chrysta's. "Cause I caught dad betting with Marko, Paul, and Dwayne on it being a boy."

As she says it, all the girls make an 'ooo' sound as though they were a bunch of women catching up on the newest hint of gossip- breaking into giggles as Chrysta's mouth falls open and agape at the confession.

"You sneak!"

The sudden, new and yet familiar voice exclaiming through the cave made all the girls jump- especially Anastsia, who let out a shrill squeal of surprise when a face suddenly blocked the vision of outside from her through the opening she was looking at.

"Dad!" She shouts angrily, muffled against her hands as she peeks through them to see David's face in all its glory (upside down) looking at her, a large, fanged grin on his face as he can't fight the chuckle that leaves his throat seeing he got the exact reaction he was going for.

It wasn't long before all the girls hidden away in Chrysta's nest hurried out with excitement at the arrival, running to the cave entrance when what followed the sound of David's laugh was more from other people, along with the sound of accessories chiming and echoing. A noise they all grew to know meant that dad's were home.

"Daddy!" They all shouted in sync, running to each individual body that were in just as much as a hury to see them as well.

Marko was quickly tackled in the legs by Kat, who wrapped her limbs firmly around his calf, giggling happily as he in return hopped around on one foot, lifting his other leg to look at her.

Tiffany jumped up and down while tugging at the hem of Paul's jacket, her laughter turning into a squeal of joy as he immediately scoops her up into his arms, throwing her in the air before catching her and holding her to his hip, nuzzling the end of his nose against her own.

Jennifer is almost instantly held in Dwayne’s arms, holding her secure and safely as he spins her around, just to hear her quiet giggles, resting his chin atop her head.

Anastasia hurries down from the perch just in time for David to follow after into the entrance, taking his eldest daughter into a tight- soggy embrace due to himself and the other boys being sopping wet from the rain (and additional blood dripping from their chins, and staning their lips) but she doesn't seem to mind, burying her face into his chest as he rubs her back soothingly, whispering something teasing about how he told her to keep the bet a secret.

"Guys!" Chrysta's voice cuts in, folding an arm over her stomach with a heavy groan. "You're gonna get the girl's pajamas wet and messy!" She explains while throwing the curtains back to fully see them all, her arm still outstretched to hold it back.

"Oh, is someone feeling left out?" Marko teases, bringing Kat up to cling onto his back instead, peeking over his shoulder at her mom.

"Does someone need a little wet love too?" Paul comments next to Marko, the two both looking at each other with a mutual agreement on what was about to happen.

watching the mischevious grins fall on each of their faces- including the girls - Chrysta finally realizes what he's insinuating. Her eyes go big, pointing her finger at them accusingly and giving it a small wave.

"No, don't you dare!"

"You brought this on yourself, Chrissie." David chuckles, taking a slow, threatening step toward her hiding away in her nest.

"You're not getting my blankets wet! Get out!" Chrysta tries to argue and demand, but it seems it's too late.

She barely even noticed Tiffany and Kat leaving Paul and Marko before the girls tackle their mother into an embrace that causes her to fall onto her back with a scream, which quickly grows into loud laughter.

Marko quickly jumps into the heavy mountain of pillows at her side, causing the nest to bounce a little with the sudden weight, making the girls give a little 'wee!'

Paul follows Marko... Except he falls right onto the top of Chrysta and the daughters, arms out to wrap them up in his embrace. It makes Chrysta grunt at the sudden ambush while the girls squealed and squirmed to try and get out of from under his weight.

Dwayne decides to be a little more gentle on his poor wife, only laughing and grinning at the scene as he sits close to the opening, one leg hanging from the edge of the opening. Jenny, however, is quick to join the pile of bodies, Jenny climbing atop of Markos back and sitting on him as he fakes groans of pain while she bounces up and down giggling.

"Mercy Jen, mercy! I may be immortal, but I have an old dad back now!" Marko says, reaching his hand up behind him to tickle her side, which ceases her actions for a second while she tries to push his hand away.

David follows Dwayne on the opposite end of the opening, Anastasia leaning against his side, curling up against him snugly as she watches the scene with a big grin, hugging her knees close to her chest.

"Okay, okay, I yeild!" Chrysta shouts while waving her arm out above her head, trying to make her voice loud enough to be heard over the giggles and muffled chatter. "Now get off before you squish me and my baby!" She jokes, her legs out at each of Paul's sides, kicking a little to get him to move.

He does, only after stealing a quick kiss from her, before he rolls over, taking Kat and Tiffany in each of his arms. He sits upright, shaking out his damp mane of rainwater dripping from the ends. The action left the droplets flying everywhere, sprinkling onto Kat and Tiffany as they giggled and sheild themselves from the inside rain.

Kat escapes it by quickly moving to where her father sat with Jenny still sitting atop his back, peeking an eye open to see her grab his limp arm and place her tiny body under it, snuggling up to his side and bringing her nose close to his cheek, feeling the small scratch of stubble against her nose as she nuzzles him.

Chrysta sits upright, fixing her crazed curls while licking away the bit of blood Paul had left stained on the corner of her lip. She looked at her slightly dampened clothes now, giving a glare to each of the bodies all curled up in her nest, but the twinkle in her eyes showed the glare was all bark and no bite.

"You're all brats." She pouts, looking down at Marko, who only gave a smug, lopsided grin whilst Kat licked away at the remaining splotches of blood against his cheek and chin. Like a kitten would lap at an offer of milk dampening the end of your finger.

"She missed us." David replies sarcastically, almost as though translating what Chrysta was saying as he looks between the boys, a smirk faint on his lips. He folds his arms while kicking his legs up and crossing them along the edge of the opening into the nest, watching as the little coven of vampires got comfortable in the warmth of blankets and bodies.

Chrysta just rolls her eyes at the comment. But he wasn't lying.

"But it is bedtime for you four. It's time to get some shut eye." David orders calmly, nudging Anastasias back with his shoulder where she leaned against him. That earned him whines from the boys and daughters alike.

"But I wanna stay up! I'm not even sleepy!" Tiffany argues, only to have a yawn follow, Paul mimicking it.

"Tough. You need to get used to sleeping during the day." Paul stretched, arching his back a little, which makes his chest puff out and push Tiffany off his lap, making her fall into her back with a grunt, followed by a laugh as she kicks her legs in the air against his thigh.

"True, and Papa Paully needs his beauty sleep." Marko comments playfully, standing to be on all fours, making Jenny roll off his back and to be quickly caught by Dwayne and David's legs so she doesn't fall out of the nest.

"Damn right, I do." Paul merely agrees with the joke meant to insult him, grabbing Tiffany by her ankles and lifting her up in the air, making her continue to squeal and cackle, looking around at the world now upside down. "Now, say goodnight to Ma." Paul lowers Tiffany down a bit behind him so she can grab his shoulders, letting go of her legs and feeling them hit his back before wrapping around his torso, her arms doing the same around his neck.

Kat climbs up Marko’s arm, getting a little help from him as he uses his unoccupied hand to lift her up onto his own back, feeling her follow Tiffany's actions and cling onto him.

"G'night, Mama." Marko says, placing a kiss to Chrysta's knee and giving it a small pat. "Night, Mama." Kat repeats after Marko, letting him lean forward a little so she can place a kiss where he did. But she takes the moment with how close she is to place a little pat to her moms belly. "Night, baby. I hope you're a boy."

It almost made Chrysta's poor undead heart start beating again, giving a little laugh. She leans over to place a kiss atop both her curly haired loved ones in return. "Love you, sugar." She speaks into Kats' hair, almost fighting the urge to keep them there a little longer as Marko pulled away and crawled toward the opening of the nest.

"Night, Mama." Tiffany calls, giving a sleepy wave as she rests her head in the crook of Paul's neck, blowing away his sand blonde mane that tickles at her cheek and nose.

"See ya, Dime-peice." Paul gives a quick kiss to Chrysta's cheek before following after Marko and hiking up toward the rafters hidden deeper into the cave, carrying Tiffany on his back the whole way.

Anastasia watches them walk away, seeing Paul kick a rock in the way of the opening she was peering through moments before. Blocking out the moonlight that'd soon become skin searing sunlight. She then glances up at David, seeing him looking at the exact place she was, watching intently and making sure his coven had gotten to their sleepaway safely. And he sensed the eyes in him, his gaze falling back to Anastsia, not saying anything other that raising his eyebrows a little with a small head tilt.

"Are you gonna join us in the rafters tonight, dad?" She asks, letting her hold around her legs slack a little.

David gives a small shake of his head, putting an arm around her as he sees a bit of disappointment cross Anastasia's face at the non-verbal answer. "Can't. I need to keep close to your mom until the baby's born, and she can join us again."

Anastasia knew it was true, given someone had to keep an eye on Chrysta while she's more vulnerable - yet she couldn't help but begin to miss the company of Chrysta and David sleeping in the rafters beside her. Still, she knew there wasn't much she could do, and it wasn't like they'd never come back, and when they would, it'd be with a new baby sibling. So she supposes she has something else to look forward to in the next seven months.

"If you get lonely, you can come back down any time you want, you know that." Chrysta steps in, giving Anastasia a comforting rub on her arm, David giving her shoulder a squeeze.

The blonde gives a small nod, looking between her parents with a small sigh. "Yeah, I know." She says, offering a small smile, placing her head against David's shoulder for a second, which gets her a quick kiss atop her forehead in return.

Dwayne stands outside the entrance now, a sleepy-eyed Jenny on his back as she hides away her face into his hair. He holds a hand for Anastasia to take, which she gladly does so with the offer to help her out, giving a small wave behind her to David and Chrysta.

"Night." She says, still holding Dwayne’s hands as they make their way to the rafters to join the rest of their coven, safe and hidden away from the sun and danger of outside.

Chrysta watches them all with a bit of longing, just a little sad she or David couldn't join them yet, especially feeling just a bit guilty to leave Anastasia by herself.

"And then there were two." David's voice brings Chrysta from her thoughts, looking toward her with half lidded gaze as the exhaustion of the night out began to kick in, but he grinned at her nonetheless.

"Three, actually." Chrysta corrected with a smile, feeling a little clever as David gives a small eyeroll while joining her at her side, letting his body relax into the comfort of her nest, given he was already getting used to spending his days sleeping there. He let's go of the breath he was holding, let any tense muscle in his body calm.

"Right... Right. Three." He comments, his voice gravelly and muffled against the skin of her shoulder as he closes his eyes, throwing an arm over Chrysta as he lays on his stomach, the side of his he'd laid against pillows and his breathing slow and warm against the skin of Chrysta's shoulder. His hand rubbing small circles into the side of her stomach.

She looks toward him as he looks as though he's asleep, but she knows he's still awake... Even if it's barely. She plays with the cuff of his jacket and his glove, feeling the way his fingers tense or twitch a bit with the faint feeling of her own hand.

"Hm?" David hums lowly, already knowing from the nervous touch of his mate something was up. His eyes stayed closed, but he felt the traction of Chrysta turning her head to him.

"You can go join Annie and the others in the rafters if you want." She whispers, bringing her arm up to run her fingers up the back of David's neck through where his mullet grew out. "I can take a night by myself."

"I ain't about to leave you in here, by yourself." David countered, his voice wary and a little stern, but it grew a little softer, running his hand against her side for any hint of comfort in his touch. "Anastasia will be just fine. It's only a few more months and it isn't the worst thing in the world."

"I know, I know... But are you okay with it?" Chrysta questions, moving some of the still wet strands of hair from his resting face, not seeing any reaction to her touch or words at all. Vampires really do sleep like the dead.

"I sleep perfectly fine when I know my coven is safe. My coven is safe and protected. I'm okay." He reassures, his voice still a little slurred and monotone as he tries to keep wake to aid his mate with anything or any of her worries, and Chrysta can't help but feel a little better knowing that, giving him a smile she's aware can't see, but he understands. He can feel that sudden peace of the moment and calm silence shared between them.

"If you say so. Then I'm okay, too." Chrysta whispers against his forehead, placing her soft lips against his cold brow.

David answers by giving her a tight tug toward him, his arm over her body brings her closer as he buries his face into the crook against her shoulder, placing a kiss to her neck, soft and innocent while exhaling a calm breath through his nose against her collarbone.

"That's it... Now go to sleep."

Chrysta hides the bottom half of her face into his bleach-blonde hair, breathing the scent of rain and his natural musk intoxicating her lungs. She holds the breath a little longer as she closes her eyes, letting it go after a second as her body goes heavy against David's.

A rare moment where she finally felt at peace.

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