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Should your fire turn to dark,

Take my heart with you

In the dead of the night, I have to have you...

LJ Benet and Ali Louis Bourzgui in The Lost Boys

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Midnight visitor

Lost boy x GN! Reader

A/n: This one started out as a Paul fic. I wrote it with him in mind. But then I realized that it's generalized enough that you could imagine any of the other boys in there too, hence the Lost boy x Reader pairing. Based on this idea that I posted a while back.

Word count: 1k

Summary: You like to keep your windows open on balmy summer nights. Soon you discover that someone keeps visiting you while you sleep.

There were few things that you loved more than the serenity of summer nights. They always held a strange kind of magical feeling. Even as a child, you couldn’t help but be enchanted by them. The freedom from school, the long daylight that painted the sky stunning shades of pink and orange as it slowly turned into night, the balmy breeze that snuck in through your open window, gently swaying your curtains and bringing with it the distant cheer of the Boardwalk, the salty smell of the ocean and the scent of something that was undeniably and incomprehensibly summer.

When you were younger, you used to daydream about getting a visit from some otherworldly being during these twilight hours when reality seemed just a tad less tangible. As a child, you imagined a fairy appearing in your open window, winking at you and inviting you to some great adventure into another world. When you reached your teenage years, your daydreams took on a more romantic hue, dreaming about some dashing creature stepping into your room, taking your hand and taking you away from all your problems.

It was a fantasy that kept you company for years, and even now as a young adult, when most of your thoughts consisted of more down to earth issues, you couldn’t help but wonder sometimes. About what might be out there, at the edges of human reality.

Perhaps that’s why you still kept your window open on warm summer nights.

Perhaps that’s why you weren’t alarmed when you found one of your tapes on your bedside table when you were certain you left it on your desk next to your radio.

Of course, you chalked it up to forgetfulness. Because that’s what people do when they encounter something out of the ordinary. But in the back of your mind you heard that tiny voice of ‘what if’.

And it kept happening. It was small stuff at first; a photo frame slightly out of place, some little gadgets and decorations ending up on the other side of the room, a tape or CD going missing and turning up a few days later at a place you could have sworn you’ve checked. It seemed like whoever – or whatever – this was, they had a real interest in your music taste.

You started referring to ‘it’ as a person when it became clear that this wasn’t just a sudden bout of absent-mindedness. And that was after you found a boot print on your rug.

Oddly enough, the discovery didn’t alarm you. You knew that if it was them since that first little sign, if it was the same someone visiting you almost every night, they had plenty of opportunity to hurt you. Yet, they didn’t.

So you kept your window open. And they kept coming back.

You were starting to anticipate them, always looking through your room the next morning with curiosity, searching for a sign that they’ve been there. You tried staying up late more than once in the hopes of catching whoever your midnight visitor was, but they always seemed to know.

Sometimes you would wake in the early hours of the morning to the curious sensation that you were not alone in your room. You would feel the tingle of eyes watching you from the dark. But even though you were a bit unnerved, the chills running down your spine were never because of fear.

Sometimes, when your mind drifted between sleep and consciousness, you felt phantom fingers playing with your hair or caressing your cheek. And you wouldn’t know it, but you leaned into their touch every time.

Then one night, you were jolted awake by a loud crash. You heard snarling and growling coming from somewhere in your room, and when you sat up, heart beating out of your chest, you could just about make out two dark shapes struggling and rolling on the floor by the pale moonlight. You clutched your blanket in fear, your body instinctively getting ready to run if you needed to. After a few terrifying seconds, you watched as one of them broke away from the other and fled through your open window. Your second floor open window.

Sudden movement snapped your attention back to the one still in your room and your breath caught in your throat when you saw yellow eyes glowing in the dark. They were fixed right at you, assessing you. For a long moment you stared at one another, the silence filling with a strange sense of familiarity that your conscious mind couldn’t place. Then you blinked, and you were alone once again, the soft rustle of clothes gone with the wind.

For a few nights after your terrifying encounter, your room remained untouched. There was no sign of your nocturnal visitor, and you couldn’t help the feeling of sadness and disappointment when you woke up in the morning and everything was where it should be. When you awoke in the middle of the night, there were no watchful eyes on you, no fleeting touch of phantom fingers on your skin. You thought they might never come back. You thought they had abandoned you. In moments of deep loneliness, you deluded yourself into thinking you’ve imagined it all. Even though you’ve never properly met them, their presence has become a comforting constant in your life. Now you just felt alone.

Then come one morning, you found a small present on your bedside table, a beaded bracelet you were positive you didn’t own. It came with a note.

He wasn’t one of us. He wanted to hurt you. But he won’t bother you again.

At the end, there was a name. And you just knew it was from him, the one with the yellow eyes.

The next night, you stayed awake, waiting for him. An hour after sundown, there was a sound coming from outside, a voice calling for you. When you leaned out your window, there he was looking up at you, eyes glowing in the dark. Then the shadows shifted, and he was joined by three others.

“Can we come in?” he asked.

Your heart fluttered. As your lips formed around a ‘yes’, you knew you weren’t abandoned. You knew you would never be alone again.

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Things they only let you do

Micheal Myers:

•Exist next to him unharmed

-Lets be honest, that is a privilege only you get

-The fact you and only you can co-inhabit with the boogeyman is something nobody but Michael can figure out, and for the record, he can’t

-Not a moment goes by that police teams, doctors, and the general public doesn't wonder how on earth you managed to get a deranged serial killer to become your personal pillow.

•Watching him sleep

-Micheal rarely sleeps, so when he does he expects you to be looking out for him. He trusts nobody else like that.

-He does the same thing for you every night, so he sees it as returning the favor

-You know better than to play any tricks on him (lest you be stabbed to death) (Of course he sleeps armed, do you take him for a fool?)

•Harm him

-While this sounds odd, it makes sense

-He simply doesn't view you as a threat. So even if you do end up hurting him, i.e bitting, scratching, hitting, kicking, or use a weapon against him, He doesn't care much

-Unfortunately he seems to enjoy your company and affection. That coupled with his regenerative properties it really doesn't matter what you do

-IF it gets that bad, It's not like you'll be a difficult enemy. You'd simply just be another body

Bo Sinclair:

•Yelling at him

-He will yell back, but if anyone else yelled at him they'd get a right hook to the jaw

-He doesn't even let his brother ‘disrespect’ him like that

-He not used to affection of really only kind (other than sexual) so sometimes Screaming matches are his love language

•Being affectionate (in any way)

-Again, he's not used to it. He finds it uncomfortable even though he knows he shouldn't.

-He also knows he's the odd one out when it comes to affection. Because of this he doesn't stop you from hugging, kissing, for simply holding his hand like he might of for past partners

-Him not pushing away is a big deal, mostly for him

•Messing up his work area

-Anyone else fucked with his tools they'll get an ear full

-You mess with his tools might earn you a hard sigh and told to not do it again

-Might yell at you but that's really the most he's doing

Hannibal Lecter:

•Not counting Will, being rude

-He has a type, and that type is mentally ill and wants to make that everybody’s problem

-Loves watching you cuss somebody out after they themselves are rude.

-Gets actual goosebumps while you glare at him for tricking others into his dinner plans

•Complain about his food

-He is always trying to impress you with food

-The thing is, that sardine jelly is just plain NASTY

-He lets you get away with it because he wants to make sure your well fed at all time (He just really wants praise and approval)

-If you don't want to dine on the guest Hannibal understands and lets you pass without any passive aggressiveness (If you DO choose to carry on with dinner he cannot stop looking at you. Like full on heart eyes kind of look)

•Let you win

-Hannibal has a superiority complex. been there, knew that. He never lets anyone one up him, no matter the cost.

-You are the only exception! Not even Will can get an actual victory.

-He'll let you win in both large and small scale scenarios. That's not to say he won't try to win, but if he loses fairly he'll let it rest there (for the most part)

The Lost Boys:

•Touch their Motorcycles

-Not one, not Max, Star, or Laddie can touch their bikes without permission first.

-1) because it's how they get around the human way, and 2) They take great pride and care for the damn things

-You are the only person allowed to sit, lean, lay, or whatever on their bikes. They even teach you how to care for them properly just so you can look after them in their absence.

-You looking after their bikes is their equivalent to a girl handing her drink to someone in a bar. They will bark at someone over your drink and they expect you to bark over their bikes.

•Touch the Nest(s)

-They built you a nest deep in the cave and there are so many rules involving said nest. One of those rules being that you HAVE to be invited to enter the nest.

-They already had a nest made but when you became mates with them, they had to redo the whole thing for you. This process takes hours and sometimes days to complete, So in the meantime they invited you into their old nest before building you a new one.

-They all cuddled around you while telling you the importance and rules of the nesting process. When you get into the more personal questions (What Nests meant to them then, now, and later) they told you that besides themselves, you are the only person to ever be in the nest.

•Call them ridiculous pet names

-Paul and you thought it would be funny to make up horrendous nickname for everyone

-David became Fee Fee the Ferocious, Sugar pie, Bimbo doll, Fossil fuel, and Wet sock

-Dwanye became Pookie bear, Cowboy, Sky Scraper, Princess, and Cum stain

-Paul became Big ol’ dog, Smoochie poo, Boo Boo Bear, Dolly, and penis fly trap

-Marko became stinky little guy, Lollipop, Sexy Thang, 2% Milk, and Armrest

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