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Maven sat against the wall of his bedroom with his head buried in his knees.

He missed (Y/n). He missed everything about her. Her beautiful (h/c) hair, her bright (e/c) eyes, her soft kissable lips. He would give being a vampire in a heartbeat if it meant he could kiss her one more time.

Something fast and smoky suddenly shot into Maven's room like a rocket, jerking him out of his thoughts.

Maven stood up and coughed, waving the smoke away. "Dad?"

Dracula groaned. "I'm fine. I'm just a little sunburnt."

Once the smoke cleared, Dracula walked up to his son and placed his hands on Maven's shoulders.

"Mavey, I thought the worst thing ever would be seeing you go. But the worst is seeing you unhappy. Son, I want you to live your life." Dracula confessed.

Maven sighed. "I don't know how I'm supposed to do that."

Dracula hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "You know, Mommy already have you her birthday present. Can I now give you mine?"

Dracula walked over and picked up a giant backpack with one hand. The pack was black and had the Hotel Transylvania sign on it, and there was a red sleeping bag on attached to the top, and smaller rolls of red fabric attached to the bottom.

"What do I need this for?" Maven asked.

"Oh, it comes with an accessory." Dracula said.

He turned it around and (Y/n) was wearing the straps and had her knees tucked to her chest to hide herself.

"You?" Maven asked in surprise.

"You." (Y/n) responded.

"Why are you back?" He asked sheepishly.

(Y/n) put her feet on the ground and walked over to Maven.

"Cause you're my Zing Maven." She replied.

Maven's eyes widened. "I'm your Zing? But you told me you hate monsters."

"Yeah, well, I was kinda afraid your dad was gonna suck all the blood out of my body if I didn't say that." She explained.

"I wouldn't have...eh...No, she's right, I would have done that." Dracula admitted.

"Dad." Maven grumbled.

"I was wrong, devil-chops." He shrugged before handing him the postcard of Hawaii.

"Do you really mean it, Dad?"

"Go make your own paradise." Dracula told him.

Maven smiled and turned back to (Y/n). The girl approached him shyly. "So...can we try that kiss over again?"

Maven chuckled and grabbed her hand. "I think we can, lamb."

Maven and (Y/n) leaned closer to each other, but before their lips could reach, Dracula's eyes turned red and he snarled and roared at them.

He paused, and calmed down. "Sorry. I just...I got to get used to that. G-Go. Do your thing." He said, backing out of the room.

Maven placed his hands on (Y/n)'s waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

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Maven and (Y/n) stood on a platform wearing Hawaiian shirts and straw hats. There was a sign behind them made of sparkles that said, 'Happy Birthday Maven!'

The crowd of monsters cheered as the two kissed again.

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Inside the ballroom, another party was going on. Wayne stood in a DJ both and put a record on the record player.

Frank, Griffin and Murray stood in stage and watched as Johnny slid on his knees onto the stage.

He had a microphone in his hand and started singing.

Frank and Murray danced behind Johnny, as he went back to back with Griffin.

Maven appeared next to Johnny holding a mic as well.

Maven slid over to (Y/n) and grabbed her hand and leaned close to her face.

Murray grabbed a mic too, and stood at the edge of the stage dancing.

(Y/n) came up next to Murray.

(Y/n) sent a wink to Maven, and he blushed and smiled at her lovingly.

Dracula flew up from the crowd on a table and levitated over to the stage.

"Drac! You ready to throw down?" Johnny asked, waving a mic at him.

"No, no, I just came closer to hear you better." Dracula denied.

"Oh, come on. Just give it a try." Johnny insisted.

"Alright, maybe a little." He relented.

He snatched the mic and started rapping.

Maven, Johnny, and (Y/n) all widened their eyes in complete shock.

Dracula used his magic to pause everyone on stage and throw his arms out as the crowd cheered for him. Then he unpaused them and let them continue.

Dracula paused them and continued.

Dracula knelt down and lifted the chin of a witch in the front row.

He unfroze Maven and (Y/n).

Maven made (Y/n) face him and he pressed his forehead against hers.

Wayne, Wanda, Frank, Eunice, Griffin, Murray, Johnny, Maven and (Y/n) all walked off the stage onto several floating tables.

The tables rose into the air as fireworks went off illuminating the sky.

Maven and (Y/n)'s table rose high into the air, with the full moon shining down on them. They joined hands and stared into each other's eyes.

"Happy Birthday, my Zing." (Y/n) said.

"Thank you, little lamb." Maven smiled.

(Y/n) and Maven wrapped their arms around each other and connected their lips together in a passionate kiss.

They couldn't wait to make their own paradise together.

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