# FORWARDMOVED ! is a multifan. multimuse by kourt ( she/they, 27 ) featuring michael emerson from the lost boys musical, as well as muses from other theater ( team starkid ), tv shows ( tale of the nine-tailed ), video games ( p5r , sdr2 ) ... & more !
TO BE A PART OF SOMETHING REAL, TO BE HALF OF A WHOLE
NOTE ! mature content featured on this blog, tagged appropriately. selective , semi - active ... minors DNI ( 21+ ONLY )
LINKS: crrd ( rules & muse list ), memes , can also be found @islandhearts ( abc's lost specific multi )
TO BE TRULY CONNECTED, TO SURRENDER CONTROL ...
HIGHEST MUSES: michael emerson ( the lost boys ) , star ( the lost boys ) , ethan green ( team starkid's hatchetfield universe ) , becky barnes ( hatchetfield ) , lenore ( edgar allan poe's murder mystery party )
michael's hands press against his ears, fingers curling desperately into his hair in the futile attempt to block out the overwhelming sounds of heartbeats. he doesn't need to breathe anymore, and really, he isn't entirely sure if he physically can-- either way, he mentally grasps at the muscle memory to ground himself. deep breaths, michael. don't freak out. you don't want to hurt anyone... you won't. eyes finally open when slowly but surely, the majority of the heartbeats fade into the distance, although one remains. julie. michael winces ever so slightly as his tongue taps against fangs protruding past his lips, before a hand lifts to cover his mouth, his other hand reaching out to his older sister to keep that distance between them, more than anything.
"i need you to cover me." he knows it's asking a lot from her, right now, but he's (again) desperate. borderline frenzied. "i'm going to go into my room, pack a bag and sneak out the window. ... please?"
@forwardmoved sent ❛ i can show you if you want. unless you have somewhere else to be? something else to do? ❜
for as long as she'd known star , which really was not long if you think about it , there's been ups and downs and ups and downs. a see-saw that supernova was usually happy to ride. it's like the ocean , you know ? that ever changing tide , the unpredictable surf. and she loves likes star all the more for it all. but these last couple days have been... different. and she isn't so sure , she knows how to swim with this current. and yet , with star before her now , supernova has no choice but to beam , a delighted giggle bubbling up from within her. playfully , she loops her arm around the other girl's , nuzzling up close. " even if i did , you know i'd ditch it all for you in a heartbeat , sweetheart. "
star so desperately clings to the sounds that summon a smile of her own against her best judgment-- how supernova teases her, giggling and pet name rolling off of her tongue far too easily for star to understand what she did to deserve it at all. but her head tilts to lean against the other girl, only a moment, before her free hand lifts. fingers brushing along the top of her corset before slipping underneath fabric, procuring the key of rings that she had stashed away for safe keeping. dwayne's keys to his motorbike. star grasps the keys tightly, as if the slightest jingle of keys would alert her boys as to what she had planned for the night-- one more cursory look over her shoulder before she tugs supernova in the direction of the unattended bikes. "come on, at least try to keep up."
happy 1st day of pride to david, michael AND STAR and if i see one more person wish david and michael a happy pride and pointedly leave out star, i will commit a crime. not sure what crime i will commit, but i will be committing one
how michael handles being a half-vampire poorly, and the unfortunate circumstances of michael becoming a full vampire
tw: abuse, blood, murder and death, mostly! it's vampirism, y'all know the drill
either way, michael hit his lowest point physically and mentally. he very much clings to his sense of humanity in a selfish way. i think it's important to point out that michael's defense against turning, fully, is that HE doesn't want to hurt people, that HE doesn't want to be a killer. he doesn't really... care? that david and the rest of the lost boys ARE in fact killers. instead, he's almost offended that david keeps pushing the idea that michael's a killer onto him like he knows him. but david knows enough or thinks he does, because he sees himself in michael, and that's part of what draws them both to each other
i still think that, as a half-vampire, the biggest issue is the pain. not the violence. michael had no problem punching david when david almost led him off the cliff, and insists that he can take all of the lost boys in a fight (bc he's an idiot and more importantly, a hormonal 18 yr old) !! but when his body is all of a sudden going through these intense changes that SHOULDN'T be happening to him, bc he thinks these guys have hazed him at best with drinking blood, he associates that extreme with his abusive father. there's literally no other logical explanation because david left out the crucial details
so, what i think gets michael to turn fully, even if it amounts to an accident, is the desperation to be free of pain and therefore, free of his father. "he's suffering, michael!! end it!!" doesn't WORK on michael bc michael doesn't really give a shit about whoever's bleeding out to death. david was going to finish him off anyway!! but in an au where michael turns, it's at that beach massacre party. he's in so much pain and he's starving, he's hallucinating his dad again and david's compounding onto that. humans are, unfortunately, capable of doing terrible terrible things. and the issue is that michael's not quite human any more, and a NEW primal instinct is telling him that if he feeds, the pain and the voices will go away. and they do!!
michael turning, ""accidentally"" so, is a still an issue of guilt for multiple reasons but once he's turned, there's no going back, as far as he told. so he might be hesitant to kill, at first, and i think this is where star and michael are similar but also different. similar in the way that they don't like hurting people, but really, it's about control. they want to be in control of their bodies. david, giving them the "choice" but not really to become vampires, is a sore spot for both of them. but michael can't and doesn't last as long as star, holding out on feeding and more importantly, the killing of it all. he's much more like david in this way, than star, and that's probably part of why david was hellbent on getting michael to turn as a means of turning star. michael will always be a hurt teenager/young adult that resorts to violence as a defense mechanism, and it certainly doesn't help that david and the rest of the lost boys encourage this, without having to put their hands (deragatory) on him to do so
tldr; if a bunch of quirked up 14 yr olds didn't slaughter an entire vampire polycule unprovoked, david knew exactly what he was doing with michael. michael's depressed af, touch-starved and literal starvation as a vampire is a fate worse than death. and good on david for exploiting that boy's praise kink he isn't even aware that he has
at work :( but TRUST that i am slowly but surely tip tapping my thoughts of michael's relationship to his traumas and what that means as a half-vamp....... and, dare i say, full vamp
“Go away!” He’s locked himself in the bathroom, hands braced against the door, fingers curling against the wood. Away from Michael, away from the only other person in the house tonight. Away from the one person nearby he can really hurt. Because Michael cut himself a few minutes ago and Sam can smell the blood like it’s right under his nose. He’s hungry, and he wants it. Which means he’s a danger to his brother who he loves very much and seriously doesn’t want to kill over what basically amounts to a goddamn papercut.
Shit, where’s David to cart him out of here when he needs him?
“Get out of here, Michael, I mean it!” He can feel his fangs coming out, can feel that crazy thirst steadily growing. Like he’s been lost in the desert for months and has finally stumbled upon a pool of freshwater. “It’s just…indigestion, that’s all. I’m fine!”
michael huffs and pointedly ignores his litte brother's demands from above, beginning his slow climb upstairs. he isn't in a rush-- having found a spare washcloth in a moment's notice to press into the palm of his hand. he eventually comes to a stop outside of the bathroom door that sam's locked himself behind, weight shifting between his feet before he leans his shoulder against the door frame, eyes peeking underneath the cloth.
it wasn't that bad. but it was just his luck that he was just getting started on unpacking boxes that he managed to nick himself. "yeah, whatever!" michael tries the door handle anyway, with no avail. "what's gotten into you? listen, sam, i have no idea who put the first aid kit where. can you at least check to see if you've locked it in there with you?"
Michael lets out a loud sigh as he flops down on his back next to Star on the sand, not even caring he's getting it in his hair. He stares up at the stars above them just taking in the sight.
"Marko wants to take me clothes shopping at some point," he mutters, turning his head to look up at her. "Do you think I should let him? I think my clothes are just fine. I mean I'm plain and boring compared to all of you, but...still." He was never the most fashion forward, even when living back in Arizona, but he didn't think his style was that boring.
"Did he ever offer that to you when you were brought into the group? To take you clothes shopping, or did you always have a beautiful sense of style?" Is he starting to scoot himself closer so he can maybe possibly lay his head on her lap? Yes. Yes he is.
"marko wants to take you shopping?" star repeats, part incredulous, brows raised as her head turns to look down at michael but not without a fondness that she could never hide from him-- even if she tried. she summons the image to mind, head tilting. michael's already got the earring from david, then the leather jacket came next... what's next? studs? tank tops cut so low that you question why he bothers with a shirt?
"you're... practical. it suits you." it's the gentlest answer she feels that she can offer him, but she's genuine. and the laugh that bubbles up within her and manages to escape her lips at such a cliched line is also genuine. star looks down at her skirt, brushing sand off the fabric with her legs stretched out in front of her before she looks to michael again, and reaching for his head of curls, to pick sand out of his. "can't say that he did. but there's a certain... image, that the band wants to keep. so they've loaned me pieces here and there."
david can feel michael's every move , the way his body tenses above him. beneath him. every twitch of him against his tongue. even if the blood that runs through them now , flushing michael's cheeks and filling his cock , isn't theirs , david knows that really it's all him. what he's doing to his lover. he might be the one on his knees , but he's still completely , utterly , in control. " trust me , michael , " one of his hands moves from the other's thigh , fingers wrapping around the base of michael's cock. grip tightening , sharpened nails ghosting over the most tender of flesh. david likes to show off the sharpest parts of himself , the parts that slice and kill with no remorse. the parts that make it easy to call him monster. but here , with michael , that sharpness is a game. one used to draw out a new kind of pleasure -- for both of them.
lowering his head again , he keeps his fangs out this time as he takes michael into his mouth. there's a practiced sloppiness to the way he moves , as though at any moment the slight turn of his head and the fangs would-- well, do some damage. michael's fingers in his hair tightens , pulls , as a combination of saliva, precum, and blood runs down david's chin , over his fingers. fuck , he's hard. every whimper from michael , the taste , sensation , the control. it's all he can do to not reach his other hand down and start working himself , his undead body screaming in a way he once thought only the living could feel. adjusting the pace , he lingers his lips towards the top of michael's cock , fist twisting tightly , slowly at the base. for a moment , he considers what it would be like , to have michael cum in his mouth just like this. but what then ? waiting for him to get hard again , letting the sun creep ever closer to ending this delicious night ? featherlight , he lets his fang drag over the pulsing vain , tongue following to soothe over any rough sensation. the pleasure with the pain. rounding out the sharp with something soft.
david is breathless when he rises , a red-tinted trail from his swollen lips to the tip of michael's cock. this is all he wants , to take residence in this moment. before the release , before the end. when all that exists is the night and them , conntected by the physical proof of their carnal act. he doesn't get up from his knees , doesn't move at all except for the rise and fall of his bare chest , the way his muscles seem to tremble as he looks to michael. " tell me , how you want me ? " it's almost a command , the words a growl. he doesn't bother to wipe away the juices from his mouth , doesn't bother with anything that isn't maintaining his gaze on the other. " i'm yours. "
trust me. another fleeting thought passes through michael at what could've been lightning speed, that it didn't really matter if michael trusted david. he does trust david, but he's also far too gone for his own good to care about semantics at this point. reduced to a whimpering, trembling mess beneath the other's touch and unable to think for himself or say anything more than david's name over and over again. head nodding in vague approval and his hips rocking up into david's mouth. "fuck. fuck, david..." he smells blood. he feels what he can assume is the tip of one of david's fangs along his cock, and he doesn't even give a shit. he's so, so close...
he almost cries out in the sudden absence of david, widened eyes locking onto the string of saliva that connects them-- unable to put to words how the sight of it makes him feel. still unable to find his voice at all, even when the other asks something of him. michael props himself up on his arm, one hand reaching out to cup david's cheek, his thumb brushing at his stained chin to then press along his bottom lip, tempted to push the finger further past his lips. instead, the rest of his body catches up and follows the motions, straining to press his lips to david's. his hands dropping to david's waist, desperately pulling at his belt and shoving down his pants, so that there's nothing else between them. hands continue to move on their own accord as michael tries to clear his head for a fraction of a second long enough to decide what it is that he wants out of david-- pressing a hand against david's stomach before traveling down, tentative, but eager to please him. he takes a hold of the other's cock, despite the awkward angle, and gives him a long, firm stroke. he takes his time to explore, sighing against david's lips as his hand slides up his length, over the tip, slicking his palm with pre-cum to help with the friction on his way back down. "you tell me... you ride more than just your bike, or what?"
speaking of........ i hope that all y'all who have only relied on the boots know that in "have to have you" when david does the look over his shoulder / crooked finger bit (that everyone loved in the b-roll footage), there's a spotlight on him and then on michael, in the pit. bc i don't think any of the boots actually SHOW that detail
@thrillor , from david : “it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often.”
michael hadn't realized how much of a mess he'd made until david brought it to his attention, and michael almost hadn't heard david in the first place. head tilted back, gasping for air that he certainly doesn't need, but hasn't been dead long enough to forget the habit. adrenaline and the relief alone that accompanies the gush of blood down his throat, satiating his hunger, consumes him for a second or two longer before his other senses return to him.
he snorts, his eyes flickering over to david and pointedly holding his gaze as his tongue darts out to catch the blood that remains on his lips. before he can think of a witty reply, he winces. finally registering the blood seeping into the front of his shirt. "gross." michael mutters and decides that he can't stand the feeling, shedding his jacket so that he's able to tug the blood-stained shirt over his head and inspecting it, trying to decide if it was worth salvaging or not. "you should teach me how not to make a mess." he glances back up at david, his free hand clawing at air in an attempt at half-assed charades. "you make it look easy."
@starsorare : star wipes blood from michael's face with her thumb
feet planted on each side of his motorbike, his arms propping himself up against the handlebar, michael watches star approach him. she reaches towards him, her thumb catching the corner of his lips and retracting in on herself to reveal blood.
michael's still getting used to the whole feeding thing and, only for a second, it feels as if his heart drops into his gut. then he gets a whiff of blood, and he gravitates towards star. his hand reaching out to gently grab onto her own and before she can do anything about the leftover blood, he tugs her finger into his mouth. licking the blood with a content sigh, and something like a bashful smile stretching across his lips as he releases her finger from his lips. his head turning to press a kiss to the back of star's hand. "thanks, babe."
it wouldn't be the first time. his words knock the wind out of her completely. a punch in the gut she should've expected yet still manages to shock her all the same. like an old friend, guilt begins to crawl up her spine threatening—— as it always did ——to thoroughly consume her. it hurts more than she could ever put into words. it hurts because it's michael. it hurts because it's true. the feeling crushes her chest. you left your family behind, julie. and they will never forgive you. her hands flex at her sides, resisting to urge to curl her fingers into fists. resisting every ism that reminded her of the monster she came from—- the monster she left her family in the clutches of.
" michael, no. that's not—- " her voice wavered as whatever sense of authority she deluded herself into believing she had crumbled, “ look, it's late and you look like you haven't slept. can you just—- ” she'll try and fail to finish this thought, " i'm worried about you, michael. " the eldest emerson is unravels slowly then all at once like a loose thread on an old sweater pulling and pulling until there is nothing left. " all i do is worry about you and mom and sammy. all i ever do is worry and wish that i could've protected you. i didn't just leave you behind. i didn't, i—- " it feels as though barbed wired was being tightening around her throat. tears burning in the corners of her dark eyes, “ you – you promise ? ” she sniffled, “ can i at least drive you wherever it is you're going ? ”
"that's not, what?" it's pointed-- michael's instigating, yet again, but his voice lacks volume. it lacks bite. he's tired, julie even comments on his appearance which isn't entirely appreciated but she doesn't know what he's going through. she may have, once, understood the kind of distress he was under, living under the same roof. she's free now, and maybe there's a part of michael that thinks that's unfair. it's unfair that he's intentionally made his sister upset, and that he can't bring himself to look away from her when he hears the tightness in her voice, sees it mirrored in her physical features. he feels the muscles in his shoulders stiffen.
"i wouldn't take it too personally if i were you. you did what you had to." michael concedes, rolling back his shoulders with a sniff in an attempt to make him appeared less bothered by the conversation. but that gnawing pain deep in his gut returns, mood violently swinging in the other direction. hormones, right? "and it's not like it would've been any different. mom was there, and she watched." he's hesitant to agree to a ride, his hand lifting to pinch the bridge of his nose between his fingers. where is he going? he needs answers, where will he find answers... michael shifts his weight, nodding vaguely. "i promise. hey-- have you seen star? she's the girl singing with the band the past few nights, on the boardwalk?"
