#tlb x reader

[plushance]

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

ᴅᴀᴠɪᴅ

✩ Saturate ↬ David is supposed to belong to the night, but at two in the morning, he's taking up all the space in your apartment.

✩ Undertow ↬ David has never been good at letting go. Tonight, holding on might be the thing that breaks you both.

ᴍᴀʀᴋᴏ ᴅᴡᴀʏɴᴇ ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀ

[jamesdeanbby]

⏤ ( the lost boys ) 1987 .. "my brother is a blood sucker!!"

˙˚ʚ✞ɞ˚˙ michael emerson paul harris dwayne stephens david powers/williams marko thompson star

[hytmwypt]

A Pack Lost, A Pack Gained - Part 1.

When a group of hunters murdered your pack, you thought you lost everything. Somehow, the murder capitol of the world becomes your salvation.

Poly!LostBoys x gender neutral werewolf!Reader

Part 2

AN: This is my first time posting a fic on here, so I wasn't sure how long to make part 1! I have more planned out, so please let me know if you want to be added to a taglist! Thanks so much for reading <3.

One of the reasons werewolves are so difficult to kill is that in human form, they go completely undetected; their nature to hunt in packs also means suicide for individual hunters. That's why, on the night of the New Moon when werewolves are at their weakest, no one expected a group of hunters to attack.

When I returned home from picking up a last-minute shift, I saw the aftermath. I smelt the aftermath. I could taste the disgusting tang of silver and gore on the air where without mercy to any of them they shot and shot and shot and—a branch snapped nearby.

I fled without looking back.

-

For once in their un-lives, the cave was silent. Not the silence of mischief, nor the silence of tension before David lost his cool. This was the silence of four boys who thought they had been around long enough to forget the bone-ache of grief. Four boys who had dragged their broken bodies home, unable to even lick their wounded pride. Max was dead. The man who saved them and doomed them was dead and they no longer felt that pulling control to obey. They no longer felt the permeant caress in the back of their minds that meant there was always someone there for them. Silently, each unclaimed vampire slinked back into the shadows, feeling more alone than they have ever been.

The next morning did not come gently.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!," Marko's screech bounced from the cave entrance. As the newest fledgling, he still struggled sometimes with staying asleep all day. Thus, he was the first to stumble upon the fresh body of a man facedown just outside, the remaining boys appearing immediately behind after the first sign of distress.

With a nudge of his food against the limp shoulder, Paul shrugged, "I bet a few too many beers close to the cliff's edge." He moved in to take a bite. Dwayne, who had crouched down to investigate shook his head, "No, look," he gestured to the sliver of neck visible from above, "claws to the throat."

“A BEAR!?”

“Yeah, one clean slice across the throat, definitely a bear, Marko ” Paul snarked, smacking said man of the back of the head.

As Paul roasted the pouting Marko, David and Dwayne gave each other the same suspicion look: if it wasn’t an animal, what—or more importantly, who—left a murdered body on their doorstep.

But was it a threat? Or something else entirely?

-

I knew something had gone terribly wrong the second I was greeted for my morning shift, not by the sight of an empty video-store, but by a despondent Thorn lain across the doormat. With daylight rising above, I knew Max was currently unprotected, which meant either Thorn decided to take a vacation... or there was no one left to protect. Judging by the tone of despair in his whine, it had to be the latter. I quietly unlocked the door and curled up on the floor, Thorn’s head on my lap. The last time you were in this position, the roles were reversed: You remember the ache in your limbs and stomach from running for days without stopping for food, afraid of the hunters not far behind. All you knew was that once you were able to blend into a crowd, the men would lose the trail. Stealing a car would draw too much attention and shifting to hunt would be too risky. Your only option was to run. But, there was only so long you could make it on your own: lost, tired, and grieving. So it was a miracle that when you collapsed in a state park outside of Santa Carla, instead of being shot in your sleep by a silver bullet, you woke to the concerned licks of a hell hound.

Soon after, Santa Carla's video store gained a new daytime manager, quickly trusted with a key to the store. Although you only worked together for a few hours in the evening, you learned a lot about the area (from the best restaurants to the best locations to find victims whose absences won't be noticed) and, more importantly, about Max's four "sons". Every story of the boys left you either agape at the stupid shit they got up to or having to lean against the counter to stop from falling over from laughter. However, no matter how many times he asked, you couldn't bring yourself to say more than a few words about your pack your old pack, aside from the frantic ravings the night Max found you. Yet, even though you gave him so little information about yourself, he never seemed hesitant to extend trust your way. A few months into working, you decided to brave asking him why. His usually goofy smile turned serious.

"Because," he paused. "You remind me of my boys before I saved them: lost…alone. They'll like you, if you stick around long enough one of these nights for me to properly introduce you. Paul won't shut up about letting seeing 'the bitchin' new store girl' that keeps running out before he can 'pick her up'," he rolled his eyes. "Back to my point, us…uh--those of us who are different need to stick together." His smile then turned sharp, a reminder that despite his facade, his power was not to be forgotten. "And, since you aren't an Alpha, you pose no threat to our territory. Right, pup?" You shivered under his gaze, which suddenly snapped to something over your shoulder, "Speak of the little devils…"

You both watched as the aforementioned rowdy boys made their way in, taking this as your cue to go. David smirked as you accidentally met his eyes, Paul pouted as you turned from him, Dwayne silently watched, and Marko unsubtly checked out your ass as you passed by on your way out the door. Max turned to greet the crying young boy and anxious looking woman entering the store, "This boy seems to be lost…"

Seeing the chemistry between Lucy and Max evolve over the next few weeks was sweet. So sweet you pushed for them both to take the night off. It didn't take much insisting—Max trusted you and was honestly grateful to be able to spend time with her outside of work. That, and you could handle yourself. That is, until a group of dickhead surfers decided Max's absence meant the video store was unprotected.

[digital-moth-cafe]

❦ riding dwayne’s cock while he hypnotizes you. you can’t do anything but look in his eyes and take his cock. he’s whispering how much of a good girl you are. his words sound like they’re underwater but they still bring you warmth.

❦ riding dwayne’s cock as he goes through a terribly rough heat. you’d two been at it all day, it’s been almost impossible to satiate dwayne. he apologizes to you as he comes in you again and whines as his cock twitches

❦ riding dwayne’s cock after a failed hunt. he holds your hips hard and fucks you harder. you help his hunger by letting him feed on you. he makes you scream out when he finally bites you.

[digital-moth-cafe]

Nail Polish

Star x Fem!Vampire!Reader

a fun night in with star

moth’s note: wanted to write abt my girl <3 my gf kinda inspired this fic

tags: weed 🍃, smoking, shotgunning, wlw, kissing, vampire gfs fluff, modern, reader is almost as bad a stoner as paul, nail painting, the boys themselves lol

word count: 0.9k

A stolen joint from Paul’s stash hangs from your mouth as you look through your bag of nail polish.

“Y/n! Paul will notice one’s missing!” Star laughs as she notices the joint. She joins you on your bed.

The boys were out tonight, Star begged you for a a quiet night in, just the two of you. Of course you had said yes.

“Don’t worry, he’s owes me!” You smile at her. “So what colors do you think you want for your nails babe?”

She purses her lips and hums. “I think just black tonight.”

You grab the first black bottle you find and start shaking it. “Just black? I can do more colors if you want, or designs?” You lean in, hold the joint in your fingers, and start to whisper.

“I stole one of Marko’s micro paintbrushes. I can do swirly designs.” You start to laugh as the weed starts to slowly kick in.

Star smiles and rolls her eyes. “Maybe… some lavender swirly designs please?”

You nod, “I can definitely do that.” You roll over to your side table and grab said stolen micro brush off of your side table and roll back and face Star.

“Okay,” you inhale in and out of the joint, turning your head, to not blow smoke in Star’s direction. “Wait… do you want a hit of this?”

She nods her head. “Just one.”

“Absolutely, wait, wanna try shotgunning it?”

“Yeah, let’s try it.” She says softly.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” you run a finger down her shoulder, letting your hand slap down on the bed.

“Yes Y/n, I want to try it with you.”

“Sorry, just making sure you’re all good.” You take another hit and hold it in your mouth.

Star leans in and closes her eyes. Her lips meet yours and you kiss at first. Your tongues dance you slowly breathe the smoke into her mouth.

Star inhales and moans. You pull away and watch Star as she exhales, the smoke coming out of her nose and mouth. She opens her brown eyes.

“Perfect.” She moans.

“Good!” You softly clap your hands and look at your nail polish you set aside. “Shall we get started?”

“Yes please.” Star holds out both her hands and wiggles her fingers at you.

“Tease,” you say nonchalantly, the joint flopping in your mouth. You open the black bottle. You start in Star’s thumb.

She smiles and tilts her head. She loves the look of concentration on your face. Pure concentration.

“Can you take it out of my mouth?” You ask.

Star understands what you mean. She takes the joint out and holds it for you as you exhale and finish with her thumb. “Okay, that guy’s done.”

“Beautiful. I love it.” Star leans in and pecks you on the lips.

“Thank you.” You say. You feel floaty and in a warm daze, eyes slightly heavy.

“I get so sleepy around you, you know?” You start.

“Why’s that?” Star asks, she bring the joint to her lips.

You shake your head. “I don’t know. I read somewhere on my phone it means that you feel really safe around that person. I could be wrong though.”

She smiles and hands you the joint. “You feel safe around me?”

“I do, yeah.” You say looking at her. “You and the boys but mostly you.” You blow out before you start to blow on Star’s nails trying to make the Fast Dry paint dry faster.

“That’s good because, I feel safe around you too.” she runs her now free hand over your cheek. You turn and inhale the vanilla perfume on her wrist and kiss her there.

“Good.”

You finally finish her nails and the joint being shared between you. You’re both now lying in your shared bed. Star holds her hand out and admires her nails. “They’re like yours but mine are more whimsy.” She comments.

You hold your hand out by hers. Looking at your all black nails. “Yeah you’re right. Hands are so weird.”

Star curls into your chest, a silent laugh leaving her.

“What? It wasn’t that funny.”

Star covers her mouth still laughing. “Yes it was!”

“Okay,” you say laughing with her.

You loved this. The cave was so calm and and you felt right at home. Until-

“What are you two doing?” David.

“Did you steal from my stash, Y/n? Really I thought we were cool!” Paul.

“Don’t you owe her one, idiot?” Dwayne.

“Is that my brush?!” Marko.

You look at Star and you both groan. You grab a pillow and gently throw it at Dwayne. He gives no reaction. “Go awayyyyy!” You cry.

“Yeah leave us alone!” Star adds.

David rolls his eyes throws his hands up and walks off. “Fine. Guess we’re going back out boys!”

“Sounds good to me,” says Dwayne. He winks as he leaves you two alone.

“I did owe you a joint Y/n, I remember now.” he puts his hands together in a prayer stance and mouths ‘forgive meeee’.

“You close your eyes and nod. “You are forgiven my dear Paul.”

He snaps his fingers and smiles and runs out of the cave.

“Oh and here’s your brush Marko! I washed it so it’s a clean and ready to use!” You hold the out to him.

Makko nods and takes it. He puts it in his back pocket and goes to join his brothers. “Be good you two.”

“Always,” you say. Star waves bye to them as their motorcycles started revving.

“They are so dramatic, i swear!” You comment.

“They really are.” Star leans lean and kisses you. You rest your hand on the side of her face.

“Love you.” you mumble into her lips.

“I love you.”

Absolutely no AI was used in writing this. You do not have permission to repost, upload, or translate onto any other platforms.

[juneberrie]

MORE FUN TO MISS 𑣲⋆ the lost boys

featuring ..... fem!reader, reader is max's adopted daughter, poly!lost boys but kind of david centric, absolutely canon divergent thank you goodbye, i wrote this at 5 am so i have no idea if its actually good

ᯓ max's daughter comes back. wc: 2k

── FAMILY DINNER. two words that, no matter how many times they heard it, caused a loud chorus of groans.

after the "incident," as they all referred to it, it had taken a long while for things to cool off, and things were finally back to normal. or, well, as normal as things could be in santa carla.

lucy had agreed to become a vampire. mike and star, too. sammy would wait until he graduated, and laddie would wait until he was older. the frogs.... well, the frogs were supposed to be dead meat, but after much nagging from max, the pack had (very) reluctantly backed down.

the emersons and the pack coexisted in whatever twisted fantasy of a happy family that max held, though they still remained two separate groups. the only thing keeping them tied together was max.

and family dinner.

the invitation was always there — lucy was a gracious host and she loved to cook, but the boys only ever accepted every few weeks and only at the behest of max. at least once a month, the pack would come over to the emerson house, sit down at the table with everyone else, and eat. it was typically some semblance of awkward. there was always tension so thick you could cut it with a knife; between star and david, the pack and sammy and the frogs, max and the pack.

it had gotten better over time. less awkward, less uncomfortable, as everyone settled into their new normal.

tonight was going slightly better. lucy was (trying) to teach paul how to use the oven without starting a fire, sammy and the frogs were challenging dwayne and marko to a game of cards (which the former were losing, badly), star, laddie, and michael were off in the basement watching whatever was on the tv that max had bought, grandpa and max were discussing something in the old man's taxidermy room, and david...

david was sat outside on the porch, brooding. if anyone had called him out on it, he would've disagreed firmly — he did not brood, he was just smoking a cigarette. but he was definitely brooding. he was leaning just beside the doorframe, cigarette dangling from his lips as he stared out at the dark sky. the moon was bright, casting shadows across the drive. something was off. he felt it. he didn't know what it was or what it meant, but all day there'd been a strange nagging feeling in his chest that something was going go happen today.

he puffed out a breath.

lucy popped her head out of the doorway. "food's ready," she said, a sweet smile on her face. she didn't act like the pack's mother, and she didn't want to be, but that was just her nature. she liked them well enough to be kind.

he nodded, tossing the smoke to the ground and putting it out with his boot. "thanks, miss e."

he followed her back inside to the dining table, which was laden with their dinner. he had to admit, as much as he hated family dinners, the food was great. the table was piled with plates — spaghetti, salad, garlic bread, the works. everyone was helping themselves as he took a seat next to marko at the end of the table.

he caught alan's eye, and the younger boy paled slightly. no matter how long had passed, no matter if the pack had backed off, the frogs were still always a little terrified they would renege on their word.

david smirked.

dinner was fine. laddie informed everyone that he had learned how to multiply by twelve. paul was shoveling his food in his mouth like an animal as usual, marko eating in a slightly more civilized manner. sammy complained about gym class. dwayne chatted quietly with michael about motorcycle parts. star and lucy were engaged in their own conversation.

when most everyone had finished up (save for paul, who was going back for thirds), max cleared his throat. everyone turned to look at him. he set his napkin down, folding his hands as he started to speak.

"i figured, with everyone here, it would be a good time to share this." he looked around at the rest of the table.

dwayne glanced at david, who shrugged imperceptibly. he had just as much an idea of what their sire was talking about as the brunette had.

"being a family is important to me," max began. everyone groaned. they'd heard this speech thousands of times before. "and i value each and every one of you."

"we get it, dude, we don't need another speech," paul grunted, his words muffled by the mouthful of pasta he was actively chewing on.

sammy wrinkled his nose in disgust. "close your mouth, you pig," he said, frowning at the blonde. paul held up his free hand, middle finger up.

max held up his hand. "michael, sam," he continued. "you know i see you as my sons." he gestured to dwayne, marko, paul, david. "my boys as well."

marko rolled his eyes, but the older man didn't notice.

"however, there is one thing i never mentioned," he said, addressing this more to the emerson half of the group.

they all straightened, suddenly curious. what else could come to light now? were werewolves real too? mermaids?

"you see, while i obviously see you boys as my own, i do have..."

before he could finish, paul's fork clattered to the table. everyone turned to look. his back was straight as a line, his entire body turned towards the doorway leading to the foyer.

"paul...?" lucy said cautiously.

he kept staring at the door. he turned to them after a moment. "do you smell that?"

the rest of the table glanced at each other and shrugged.

"you're imagining things, bro," dwayne said.

paul shook his head vehemently. "no, i'm serious i-"

suddenly marko jolted, his own face turning towards the doorway. "no way." he looked at paul, who made a face like i know, right?!

"no fucking way," he repeated. he turned to dwayne and david. "it can't be-"

dwayne's brows furrowed. he looked to david, arching his brow.

and then david smelled it too.

sweet, warm, like a swirling mix of vanilla and sugar. he hadn't smelled that in a while.

he looked at max, who sighed in defeat. his sire shrugged.

"what are we smelling?" laddie complained. "i can''t smell anything!"

they heard the door open, and before they could even see who it was, paul had launched himself out of his chair, practically flying across the room and almost giving lucy a heart attack in the process.

they heard a squeal, the sound of bags thudding to the ground. "paul!" a girl's voice. "hi!"

michael and sam shared a confused look.

"hi. i missed you so much," came the muffled response from the blonde. "missed you- the cave was so boring without you-"

dwayne shoved the blonde off of the figure. "quit hogging her." paul huffed, moving to the side with an indignant pout. dwayne wrapped his own arms around the girl, hugging her tightly. he pulled away, looking down. "you look good," was all the brunette said.

a shrug. "east coast air."

the rest of the people seated at the table couldn't see much. a swish of fabric, two suitcases on the ground, a pair of clean white sneakers.

a hand carefully moved dwayne to the side, leaving him to join paul, who was so excited he looked like he could've exploded on the spot.

sammy and the frogs gaped as you made your way around the table to marko, who pushed his chair back to wrap his arms around your waist.

you were the single most beautiful girl sammy had seen in his life. his eyes caught on your jewelry, your dress, your face. everything about you was gorgeous. he faintly heard you speaking to marko.

"hi," you said sweetly, looking down at the blonde.

"hey, yourself," he replied, grinning up at you. "long time no see."

you scoffed. "its been four months."

"exactly."

you rolled your eyes, letting go of him with a kiss to his hair.

"why does he get a kiss?!" paul whined from his spot on the wall. dwayne elbowed him.

you turned your gaze to david, who simply offered a small, tightlipped smile, before facing max.

"hi, daddy," you said, stepping forward to wrap your arm around your father.

"hello, sweetheart."

if it was possible, sam's jaw dropped even further. you were smoking hot, and you were max's daughter? what the hell?

edgar leaned in. "is she a vamp?"

alan next. "you idiot, if that's her dad, then duh."

sammy ignored them.

you turned to lucy, a polite smile on your face. "you must be lucy?" you tried.

the woman snapped out of whatever momentary shock she'd been in and offered you a sweet smile, standing so she was at your eyelevel. "yes, i am. how do you do?"

you shook her hand. "it's so nice to meet you, my father has told me a lot about you." you glanced at the table, deciding to address everyone as you introduced yourself.

the next hour was spent by max explaining to lucy and the emersons all about you.

max had taken you in long ago, a few decades after the boys, but you had been the only one of the group who had truly taken to being his child, and that was fine by everyone. you had left santa carla just the week before the emersons had moved, heading to new york to work on some project or another for max.

the pack had all rejoined the table, paul yanking your chair close to his and wrapping an arm around your shoudler as you patiently answered laddie's and the frogs' endless questions about the city and what it was like.

as the night wound down, the pack was ready to leave. dwayne hauled one of your bags to the cave, marko the other, as you said your goodbyes to your newfound family. lucy told you you were welcome for dinner anytime, star offered to go to the mall with you, and sammy was still in awe of your beauty.

paul caught him staring as you knelt down to laddie's level to give him a hug and cuffed the blonde on the back of the head. "don't even think about it," he warned. "she's taken."

sammy swatted his hand away with a huff. "by who?" he demanded. paul winked and stepped off the porch.

"later, miss e! thanks for the food!"

lucy laughed, waving at the blonde as he revved his engine.

he shot you a smile. "see you soon, sexy!" he crowed. as he drove off, you heard a faint whoop.

star, michael, and laddie retreated back into the house. max hugged you.

"you'll be alright in the cave?" he asked. "if you need, you can always stay here or back at-"

"i'll be fine, daddy," you laughed. he smiled proudly at you, kissing your forehead. "nothing i haven't done before."

"alright then. goodnight, darling." he and lucy stepped inside too, leaving only sammy and you on the porch.

you didn't seem to notice the younger boy as you smiled to yourself, brushing your dress off. he straightened his shirt out, steeling himself before taking a step forward, mouth open to speak, but before he could, david emerged from the shadows. sam deflated like a popped balloon.

you beamed at david. the ice cold blonde made his way towards you, hands in his pockets. "david," you said.

wordlessly, he pulled you into a kiss, his cool lips meeting yours as he curled his hand around your waist. with a huff, sam stalked off inside and slammed the door.

you pulled away, looking at the door. david gently turned your face towards his with a gloved finger.

"don't stay away too long next time, yeah?" he said. you grinned, leaning into him.

"what, did you miss me?" you teased.

his lips twitched into a barely-there smile. "something like that."

you laughed, lacing your fingers with his. "lets go. i bet the boys are waiting."

david let you lead him towards his parked bike, looking at you with a fondness he rarely let slip. "they're scrambling around the cave, trying to clean up," he mused as he helped you on before sitting down himself.

"you think?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his middle.

he revved the engine. "i know."

as you sped back home, your face pressed to the cool leather of his jacket and the wind whipping your hair, you smiled. you'd missed your boys.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Hellooo!! I'm still wondering if youre up to writing for monster/hybrid!reader w/ the Lost Boys?

I LOVE the selkie one you wrote btw!! It's genuinely so awesome, I love how you wrote thw reader!!

If you're up for it, could you write something with a harpy (or maybe an ailurocentaur (cat version of a centaur) reader x Lost Boys? Maybe the reader got caught in a trap of some sort and they help them out of it?

You don't have to ofc!! You can tweak anything abt this request if you'd like ^^

Have a great dayyy!!

Ooh this is an interesting one as well! I have taken the liberty to mix the traditional harpy up with similar creatures from Slavic/European folklore, because it worked better for the story :) I hope you like it!💜

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Strong winds blew through the cavern. The fires they normally lit refused to stay on, anything they put down blew away within seconds and lighting a cigarette was definitely out of the question. Before the lighter could reach its target, the wind would have killed the flame already. Needless to say, none of the boys were too happy with this.

It had been three days already. Three days of never ending storms and wind, getting worse with the hour. As Marko stared out of the cave he couldn't help but feel as if the wind had some sort of desperation attached to it. He didn't really care though. His pigeons had refused to leave their nest the past couple of days, the boardwalk had been closed, people stayed inside and hunting became harder than it should have been in the middle of summer. He just needed it to stop.

"We're going out," David said as he looked at the winds, knowing that it would be tough to find a party to crash tonight. Still, if they didn't feed now, they'd risk the whole town. Not that they cared so much about that, but Max definitely did - and David did not want to deal with Max.

"And if we don't succeed?" Paul asked, never having dealt with such storms in such longevity before.

"Then we raid Max'." David shrugged as he stepped out. Initially his plan had been to fly, but he quickly realised the winds were to strong for that, especially now that it had been almost a week without feeding. He walked up the stairs, grabbing his bike.

Santa Carla was quiet. The boardwalk was dark. It was a good thing probably, he thought, as he saw the big dipper and the ferris wheel tremble in the wind.

He drove off, driving slower than usual, knowing the boys would follow his lead. He drove further and furhter, speeding up a little until-

He stopped.

So did the boys, cursing loudly.

"What the fuck man?"

"Dude, what the hell!"

David didn't respond as Dwayne and Marko voiced their displeasure, instead holding quiet. Then he heard it, a melodic cry that filled him with a sadness he'd never felt before. Not when he lost his human life, not when he killed his first victim, not when he lost one of his brothers - no, this was deeper. Purer. More desperate. This was a grieve, a sadness, a longing to something he could never have that he wasn't able to describe. All he knew was that the feeling was beginning to overwhelm him, and he didn't know what he would do when it finally did.

"Shit!" Dwayne tried to pull David away, hearing the melody as well. "Plug your ears, don't listen to the song!"

"Why not, it's-" Paul started but shut up when Dwayne glared at him.

"It will drive you insane."

Paul quickly plugged his ears. Thanks to their vampiric link they could still communicate, without risking tjeir sanity. Still, Paul's constant stream of questions about what this thing was and why it was singing, and why it would drive you insane were enough to also drive you insane.

Still, Paul was considered the lesser of two evils in this case.

'It's probably a siren or a harpy-like creature,' Dwayne answered Paul. He'd been known to study up on folklore in his free time, always feeling certain that there were more things out there than just vampires and witches. Apparently, he had been right.

'Sirens? Those are like mermaids?' Paul questioned, causing Dwayne to shake his head.

'More like half woman half bird, according to Greek mythology.'

'Can we shut up about what this thing is and actually find it?' Marko said through their mindlink as he looked around. He sensed something - living, yes, human? He wasn't sure - nearby. And the more the other two talked about which species they could be dealing with, the longer it would take to find the creature and to finally hunt.

'Maybe in the trees?' Paul suggested, flying up. He didn't see anything in the surrounding trees, but still he ahd the feeling he was on the right path.

'There!' Dwayne pointed at a net, hanging a little further down the road.

The four vampires looked. A young person - while looking at them neither of the boys could decide whether they were male or female - with feathers and wings was tangled up within the net, one of the wings hanging in an awkard angle. Large claws gripped the net, as the being tried to keep itself steady. The other thing they noticed was that there was no wind or storm surrounding the creature.

Did they cause that? Were they literally in the eye of the storm?

As they neared the net, they continued to look up, hoping to get a better look at the supernatural being in their territory. If they wanted to get the net down, they needed to get closer. And if they needed to get closer...

"Stop singing!" David demanded. The melody suddenly stopped, a squeak sounding from above them.

Startled, the creature looked down. Their birdlike features slowly made way for a perfectly proportioned face. With a somewhat innocent yet confused expression, it looked down. "Why?"

"We want to help you!" Dwayne answered.

"Why? No one ever does."

"We're not like everybody else," Paul shrugged, earning a pointed look from the others.

"Please get me down," the creature asked, deciding that if these four men did end up betrayjng them, they could always start singing again and drive the four men mad.

The vampires nodded, and after a good ten minutes the net plummeted to the ground. The creature landed with a loud cry, crumbling in on itself.

As Paul and Dwayne untangled the net, David continued to look at the creature.

"What are you?"

"A harpy."

"That explains the storms," Dwayne nodded.

"How long had you been up there?" David asked.

"Four days," the creature said after thinking for a moment. "I was practicing my flying when I lost my balance. I fell into the net and before I knew it I was tangled up. You're the first non animals I've seen since then."

"Is your wing okay?" Marko asked, looking at it. The harpy shook their head. Marko sighed. He was the only one here with experience with birds, so he was the only one that could help this harpy when it came to their wing.

"Go hunt, bring some back for me. I'm going to try ot fix this wing."

David looked like he was about to argue, before he nodded. The other boys drove off and Marko looked at the harpy.

"Do you have a name?"

"Nost," they answered.

Marko nodded, before introducing himself. "Get on, if you're lucky, I can fix your wing."

"That'd be great," Nost climbed on the back of the bike, feeling a bit uncertain but quickly learning that holding on was mandatory as Marko sped off. It was much easier now, since then winds had disappeared and the night became calm once again.

It was almost two hours later that the others returned. They dragged an unconscious body with them inside, seeing that Marko was still busy fixing Nosts wing up.

"How's it going?" Paul asked.

"Better if you're not standing in the light," Marko shoved him away, continuing to wrap the wing in bandages. He had given it some extra support, strengthening the wing as he repaired it.

"How does that feel?"

Nost tried it, before nodding. "Much better. Thank you."

They were about to leave when David stopped them. "Where are you going?"

"Home?"

"Stay here, we'd like to get to know the creature that caused such storms."

"But-"

"You wouldn't want to be rude."

Nort nodded, semsing a silent threat in Davids words. "I guess I can stay for the night."

But, it wasn't just one night. Soon it became three. And then a week. A month. Two months. Soon none of them could remember a time before Nost was there.

Four vampires and a harpy, the second Max heard about it he had to laugh. "It's like the beginning of a bad joke!"

The five of them had laughed as well, knowing full well that this was anything but a bad joke for them. With Nost' storms and singing and their vampiric power, they were stronger and more powerful than before. So, they might have been perceived as a bad joke, but honestly, how bad was it if they were the last ones laughing?

[oliver-cicero]

They're Playing Our Song: The Lost Boys (+ Michael and Star) x Male Reader

Notes: These are just basically songs that make me think of the boys (film or musical). A few of these came out after the film is set, but I just felt like they were a good fit. This is totally not me pushing my superior music taste on you guys...

David

Poison by Alice Cooper

Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon

Crazy by Aerosmith

Turbo Lover by Judas Priest

Pistol Whipped by Marilyn Manson

Hysteria by Def Leppard

The Music of the Night (The Phantom of the Opera) by Ramin Karimloo (best version, I promise)

Lovesong by The Cure

Eyes Without A Face by Billy Idol

Marko

Rag Doll by Aerosmith

You Really Got Me by Van Halen

Hot Patootie - Bless My Soul by Meat Loaf

Talk Dirty To Me by Poison

Six Different Ways by The Cure

I Remember You by Skid Row

Dwayne

Looks That Kill by Mötley Crüe

Let's Put The X In Sex by Kiss

Animal by Def Leppard

Still of the Night by Whitesnake

Joey by Concrete Blonde

Calling Dr. Love by Kiss

Paul

Angel by Aerosmith

Lick It Up by Kiss

Take It On the Run by REO Speedwagon

Dr. Feelgood by Mötley Crüe

Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

Rock You Like a Hurricane by Scorpions

Michael

No One Like You by Scorpions

She Sells Sanctuary by The Cult

Photograph by Def Leppard

Can't Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon

All Revved Up With No Place To Go by Meat Loaf

Star

Oh, Pretty Woman by Van Halen

Thrills In The Night by Kiss

Paradise By the Dashboard Light by Meat Loaf

Hungry Eyes (From "Dirty Dancing" Soundtrack) by Eric Carmen

Angel of the Morning by Juice Newton

End of the Road by Boyz II Men

All

Creatures of the Night by Kiss

Love Bites by Def Leppard

Youth Gone Wild by Skid Row

We’re Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister

Living After Midnight by Judas Priest

Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) by Concrete Blonde (honestly this whole album works)

Can y'all tell I love Kiss???

Should I do another one of these?