bleeding imagination

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 ?

[va-3]

bleed with me

index masterlist. fic recommendations. short stories. playlists. art.

[im-n-your-walls]

He’s looks genuinely so confused in this

Paul my love you’re so special

Never change please

[marisketch]

Say hello to the night 🦇

[tsukimirecs]

SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

REGULUS BLACK

le lendemain matin

the salt and the sea

forever

the better of two bad options

a pen

the door

the black heir

distraction

THEODORE NOTT

love is sour grapes

by netws & nott

something stronger

like snow on the beach

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)

TOM RIDDLE

desiderium

love again

from the glue

salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink

midmorning

effects of amortentia

DRACO MALFOY

our little secret

honeydukes

firsts

how could i ever forget?

makeup

draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons

cherry juice

MATTHEO RIDDLE

the cat

puppy eyes

the game

rainy nights m.r

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

like nobody else

[guapitas]

The Unwinding (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter One: Neapolitan Sweetbread

Rated: Mature

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Running late to your very first day of a Divination class is an entire feat in itself, but so is coming to terms with the fact that the infamous Draco Malfoy is your new desk partner. (See the overarching summary for the future of this fic, here.)

Warnings: Language

A stampede of students is, more or less, the exact opposite of what you need right now. 

Your shoulders face collisions head-on, with backpacks and bodies coming at you from nearly every angle. The ocean-esque ebb and flow of the hallway is not particularly unfamiliar; however, when in such a hurry as you are, it picks at your sense of control like a ticking time bomb. And, if you had none, your nerves alone would clear this path in an instant. The wand tucked into the inner pocket of your robe is practically begging to do fuck-all damage. 

“I hope she’ll still have me,” you say, rather than inflicting mass destruction, as you let the irritation contort into plain stress. The volume of your voice is watered down by the abundance of conversations, until only your immediate target can hear you. 

“She told you just yesterday that she would. It couldn’t have changed in a single night.” A warm hand squeezes yours and holds you close behind. Marla Rinds, or a modern day Moses, parts students like the Red Sea, and her head of curls act as your personal guide. “Just relax.” 

Okay, easier said than done, especially when you haven’t been able to breathe for the past week. You aren’t normally so tense, and even if you are, the stakes on the line only double it down. Accelerated Divination is in high demand among the upperclassmen, and it wasn’t until you realized that Quantum Astrological Theory wasn’t for you that you decided to reassess your schedule. It was a miracle that the professor even allowed you to enroll at this point in the term and, until you step foot in the classroom, you cannot will yourself to just relax. If this doesn’t work out, you can say goodbye to graduating on time- which, you’ve decided, is just not an option. 

So, a staggering deadbolt to class it is. That very class, which is.. Merlin knows where. It’s a Monday, so the Eastern staircase should be the quickest route.. or is the Northern staircase? Shit, what time do they shift directions again? And, come to think of it, what time is it right now? 

Never eat… soggy waffles… 

In the stretch that it takes for you to wrap your head around which wing of the building you and Marla are even located, she is already one step ahead of the game. There’s a sort of peace that comes with having her in and within your grasp, with the knowledge that she’ll undoubtedly get you where you need to go.

Her head tilts around and peeks over the other bodies as she navigates the terrain and visibly sighs. She spots the predicament before you even get the chance. Against all odds, more students manage to file out of their classrooms and into the hallway, and you two are not the only ones eager to get to their destinations. 

“Shoot.” A dejected huff leaves her for a second, then she raises her voice, “Does anyone have the time?”

Eyes of other students swirl around to land on you and Marla, but the glances are fleeting, and they inevitably return to their own ways. You can’t quite blame them when Marla’s plea drowns out and blends into the accumulation of noise entirely. It’s easy for even you to lose the meaning of her words. 

Your pace is hindered even more so as Marla holds out hope for an answer. She squeezes your palm to ease the shared concern, though if it isn’t effective for you, you’re certain that it isn’t effective for her either. Every passerby student seems to move on from the question as quickly as it was asked, and when Marla starts to push forward and pick up stride again, a deep voice calls out from a few heads away.

“Eleven twenty-two,” a man says, speech disembodied until you lay eyes on him. He’s a portrait hung up along the wall, with scruffy red hair on his head and spotted down onto his chin. A traditional pocket watch is cradled in the base of his hand. 

“Thank you!”

And you’re back in the race, now with a ferocity only sparked by a sudden anxiety. Marla hauls you further, littering apologies as she actually, physically pushes through and past students. This complete lack of punctuality is an entirely new world for her. Her own courses and extracurricular schedule has never faced such mistreatment, in all of the years you’ve known her, and probably in all of her life. 

“Next time, I’m waking you up early,” she says.

Your feet find ground on the staircase before you even realize it– the Eastern staircase. Weaving through limbs and torsos, you and Marla dash upwards, disregarding athleticism until you reach the very top. And now, through heaves, you recognize the surroundings. The Divination classroom is only one or two more turns away, but the odds of arriving on time are utterly against your favor. 

Still holding onto you, Marla takes the lead. You’re finally able to breathe again, now that these hallways are far less suffocating, but the lack of stimulation allows for pests such as thoughts to creep up on you. 

“What if she’s in a foul mood and being late changes her mind?”

“Oh, please, she won’t change her mind.” Marla’s quick to, once again, reassure you, then pauses. She shrugs mid-pace. “And if she does, we’ll just hex her.”

“Amazing! Why didn’t I think of that first?”

“You need to trust the process sometimes, babe. Everything’s gonna be fine.” 

Trust the process. Despite the tight knot that sits hard in your chest, you nearly laugh at her wits. The destination and target of your desires is a Divination course, yet you aren’t very sure as to whether Marla actually believes in fate or the all-knowing universe at all. As far as you know, she’s a self-proclaimed woman of science. 

And fucking finally, you meet the classroom door like they’re pearly white gates. The air takes too long to replenish in your lungs, faltering you on the outside, whilst Marla doesn’t hesitate to breeze right through. Her breaths are effortlessly stable as her hand releases yours. With a devout apology for her tardiness, she heads straight for her seat at a small round table, shared with Cedric Diggory. Her pristine motions have you scrambling into the room after her, with flushed cheeks and a meek smile. 

Professor Thyme stands at the front of the class, eyes and mind elsewhere until they fall on you. You brace yourself for impact, but she only smiles at your apologies. “No worries at all, dear.”

You’re too short of breath and warm-faced to care about how she introduces you to the rest of the class. And even when she instructs you to find your place in the one empty seat, the cogs don’t move. The mental registration is delayed about five seconds, but once you catch up, you sigh in relief– in victory! “Thank you so much.” 

The high of success almost knocks you over as you turn to face the rest of the room. You’ve only been in here twice before, when in the process of begging for and obtaining a spot on the roster, but now you can see it in action. There’s no incense or mist that overwhelms the air nor your senses, but aromatic candles line up along the two side walls. They exude lavender. 

A deep burgundy wall at the back has tall, glass-stained and kaleidoscopic windows, with sunlight that illuminates a vast way across the room. Long, colorful rays guide you toward the rest of the students that sit at their respective tables, two per piece. Visually honing in on the single vacant seat isn’t a difficult task. You hardly notice the carpet giving into the weight of your shoes as you hurriedly reach the empty spot and land your eyes on him– the notoriously familiar face of Draco Malfoy. 

Your brain is doing the five second delay again. His mere presence stills you, leaning into the back of his seat with straight shoulders and a stone stare forward. It isn’t until he meets your eyes for only a moment, then looks away again with that fixed expression, that you shock the life back into your body and take a seat. You always knew he’d been attending the University, particularly from the way his name has remained on various students’ tongues, but you’ve never actually come across him throughout your time here. Not at quidditch games or house parties– not even in the Slytherin common room, or the dining hall. You’d never paid any attention to it before.

But now, here he is; a face you haven’t really seen since secondary school, sitting at a table with, naturally, the only available seat. To your relief, the little platform you share with Draco is right next to where Marla and Cedric are. Cedric leans over and flashes you a grin. His thumbs stick up as he mouths the words, “You made it!” 

You return the gesture and give one last, soft breath. The triumph radiates through you despite the shock of the man at your side, and even the dampness of your forehead. Fuck, it’s amazing– to catch your breath, finally, and to shake this past week’s worry off. And when Thyme slips right into today’s lesson, you spring into action. This class has been ongoing for a few weeks already, so the focus now is imminent. 

She stands just a yard or so in front of you. The bottom of her ankle-length skirt twirls as she waltzes around to the backside of her desk and claps her hands. “Oh, it’s splendid, isn’t it? An even number!” 

Her finger traces a line through the air, from a stack of small boxes on her desk and to the mass of students. They rise up into a float and find their respective ways to a table. One lands right between you and Draco. 

“For our next assignment, you will be working with your table partner.” Thyme’s feathery voice projects across the room, providing the class’ mysticity all on its own. “Together, you will delve deep into the intricate world and interpretations of Tarot!” 

It’s simple enough, the way she explains it. And the concept of Tarot isn’t exactly new to you either, so you’re confident, even if it means that you may have to do most of the work. You don’t really know– you don’t know how into all of this stuff Draco might be, or how much he’s willing to engage at all. Maybe his desire for a good grade will override all of that anyway. 

Any benefit of the doubts that you might’ve given him are overshadowed by his motionless stance when Thyme encourages you to look through the cards. You resist the urge to glare, unable to discern if he’s just too immersed in the lecture, or if he simply doesn’t give a shit– but you’d put your bets on the latter. In any case, you take the initiative and retrieve a card. The Lovers. 

Above the label, there’s an image of two figures. Their backs are turned toward you whilst they stare up at a deity in the cloudy sky, who returns a gaze of bliss. Every so often, the lovers’ fingertips brush, though their hands are scarcely out of reach from one another. The deity eventually catches your eye and winks. 

Forever unnerved by the consciousness of typically inanimate objects, you put the card back. It would never become the norm, despite how immersed you’ve been in the wizarding world throughout your upbringing. It might not be the most disturbing thing about wizardry, but... it’s pretty up there. 

The hour flies as Thyme is absorbed by the lesson plan, going over every basic of Tarot. If you ask a question, the Divine will answer, and whatnot. “By the end of this week, you will have met with your table partner and conducted a reading for yourselves, something small. Your assignment is to inquire about what’s in store for you this term." She reminds every pair to grab a guidebook from her desk before they leave.

Marla’s the first to stand when class is dismissed. The straps of her backpack weigh into her shoulders as she wishes both you and Cedric goodbye, then takes off for her next class– Advanced Astronomy, you think. Cedric gets a book for the two of them. 

Meanwhile, Draco takes his sweet time putting away his books and notes. The way he moves almost frightens you, with how statue-like he had been for an entire hour, and you had nearly forgotten he was there at all. Though, that’s not really true– you may have been very aware of his presence throughout the class period. But now, since the beginning of it, you give him a proper look, one that isn’t entirely from the corner of your eye. The features of his face are much more grown into than before, and the stoicism he had left Hogwarts with has yet to be shaken back off. 

“I’ll get the guidebook,” you offer, finally catching his attention for a sliver of time. He nods once, then looks away again, unfazed. But you persist. “Should we meet soon, for the assignment? Are you available tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow works.”

And despite having asked the question, you waver at his reply anyway. His voice is low– far lower than you remember, though the memories of his loud mouthed remarks from the back of a classroom or a common room are too distant to go off of. Regardless, he certainly was never so… reserved, or agreeable to any extent– not prior to the last couple of years at Hogwarts, anyway. 

“Perfect.” You pause for a beat of silence, then continue pushing. “And I think I know where we can go. Have you ever been to The Grove, just off campus?”

He still isn’t looking back at you. “No.” 

You glance around, like Ashton Kutcher might come out from the woodworks with a camera crew. Is this a glimpse of the next fourteen weeks? You can respect when someone isn’t a big talker, but if he keeps this up, you might really be miserable in a class that you prayed to be in. “I’ll show you the way, then. Are you free at noon…ish, when the dining hall opens for dinner? I can meet you there.”

“Perfect.” Draco nods once more, firm and curt, then, without any more persuasion required, he goes back to his original task. 

Somewhat satisfied with your results, you meet Cedric at the front of the classroom and get a guidebook on the way. You take a look back over your shoulder to see the tables and chairs, where a particular bleach blonde head is already missing. Before you can think about it, or get a word in, Cedric nudges you out the door and walks alongside you down the hall. 

His eyes cast downwards as he flips through the pages of the book. “With quidditch and Marla’s insane schedule… this is gonna be a pain.”

“Why not tonight, after her practice? Or Wednesday?”

“Nights won’t work. No doubt she’ll be up late prepping for the game this weekend, and I’ll be busy getting my beauty sleep.”

“Naturally,” you say with a shrug, “I wish you both luck, then.”

Marla’s pursuits this week would follow according to Cedric’s predictions, and funnily enough, so would his own. Your relationship with Cedric is only a year short of Marla’s, and in the time you’ve known him– him and his chestnut curls and multi-hued eyes– the beauty sleep has never been necessary, not by anyone’s standards. Looks are always fixed upon him, no matter where you go, or regardless of if they even know his name– though, they usually do. 

The least amount of attention is garnered at the coffee shop you began to frequent throughout the past year, and now after the Divination period. His face has become familiarized there– the two of your faces, actually, typically sans Marla. 

A little bell jingles and the wooden, weather worn sign on the outside of the door swings as you and Cedric walk in. The wood reads El Dulce Mago in faded salmon colored cursive, engraved. Sweet cinnamon and coffee wafts straight to your nose, and chatter right to your ears. It falls to the background, mixing into the hum of Spanish music that comes from the back of the bar. 

“Oh, welcome back! How nice to see you!” A short, plump woman scurries from across the little café, threading her way through customers. Flour residue is splashed onto her pink apron. “I saved a table for you both, right over there.” 

“Thank you, Panne!”  Cedric says above the buzz of noise, and you take seats at the table in the corner. 

With a flick of Panne’s wrist, drinks are already being prepared from behind the counter. “Butterbeer?” She hardly waits for your response– though you nod anyway– and is instead swept up by the conversation of her other guests. They want to order another round of hot chocolate and bread, to-go. 

Sunbeams filter through the clouds on this side of the campus, the last of Summer’s air holding on for dear life as the term rolls in. They flourish in through the window and splay themselves across your table, absorbed by the various surfaces of hard maple wood. As Cedric’s bookbag hits the floor, a set of butterbeers find you, with the assistance of Panne’s husband and business partner, Canelo. 

Canelo offers nothing more than a nod, the line of his lips firm and straightened beneath his mustache before he’s gone again, likely to help Panne with the service. You give him your cheerful thanks as he walks away. 

Little stars and crescent moons are carved into the foam of your drinks, letting the steam out. And you and Cedric waste no time. With mouths thick of hot butterscotch and cream, you busy yourselves with mindless conversation and, in pauses, the café’s ambiance. It takes a few minutes and lulls before your mind drains and circles back around to the man who’s lingered in the back of it. You need another moment before you can build up the courage to spit the words out. 

“You guys didn’t mention that he was in the class.” When Cedric doesn’t respond– too consumed by his drink– you begrudgingly clarify, “Draco.” 

“Oh,” he says with a frown and looks down into the swirl of his butterbeer, “I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

And it isn’t, really- it’s no deal at all, even despite the fact that you’ll be seeing him more than any of your other average Divination classmates. You clear your throat a little. “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

With no desire to push Cedric any further on the subject of Draco Malfoy, you drop the matters completely. And he’s happy to move right along, suddenly excited again. 

“Oh! You won’t believe it! I already have a final assignment to work on.” He shuts his eyes in despair, fake weeping into his giant mug, which is nearly empty now. 

“No way! What’s it on? When’s it due?”

Cedric shrugs, nonchalant again. “No idea. It’s for my Cryptics and Curses history class. We have to find something from our massive textbooks to write about and turn in a draft thesis by Monday. And I’m serious, these textbooks truly are massive…”

“Cryptics and curses? Can’t they just pick one?” 

He pouts and whines low as he shoves his chin into his palm. The silence lingers, and you watch him, taunting– waiting for him to say it first. His shoulders slump and, in an instant, he gives in. “Please, will you help me research tomorrow? I’ll buy you food after! Somewhere delicious!”

You laugh, giggling into your cup as you finish off the drink. “Sure, we can go to the library after my Herbology class. But I’m meeting Draco tomorrow evening, so postpone the food for maybe this weekend.” 

“Oh thank you, thank you..” Cedric says with joy, eyes shut again and fingers interlocked as he revels in his success. You still would’ve said yes even if he weren’t so charming, you suppose. 

In some time, when the rush finally clears out, Panne makes her way back to your table and sighs. She plants a hand on her hip. “So, no Marla again? Does she hate us?”

“She’s much too cool for us now, I’m afraid.” Cedric shakes his head with theatrics, like it’s the most devastating thing in the world. “We must beg and plead for her to join us next time!” 

This has Panne tossing her head back, the chime of her laughter flooding throughout the room. She reaches out to nudge Cedric’s cheek as she clears out the empty butterbeer glasses, and they’re quickly replaced by three fresh sweetbreads, one of each Neapolitan flavor, wrapped up in a bag.

“Why, you better! We miss her very much when she’s gone for so long. Give her the pan for us. No charge.” She pulls you both into warm, plush hugs when you thank her and get up to gather your things. Her hot hand holds yours for a second, before she hurries back behind the encounter, meeting Canelo again. 

You leave a surplus of money on the table for the drinks and bread, and make sure to give Canelo a wave as you leave. A twinge of a smile ghosts his face as he returns the gesture, and you wonder if you might’ve imagined it. 

On the journey back to the main castle, a brisk wind picks up, with the sun overtaken by the clouds now and beginning to fall from the sky’s landscape. Students have scattered in the time you spent in the café- either settling into their own evening classes, or throwing in the towel for the day entirely. You and Cedric eat your bread as you walk, with the birds chirping above and all around you, making up for your lack of noise. He takes the vanilla flavor. 

Occasionally, he voices a stray thought with a piece of bread lodged in the crevice of his cheek. It’s usually something about quidditch techniques, or how Marla won’t stop bragging about the new Slytherin equipment and teammates. 

But the stroll is short before you’re back at the castle of classrooms again, and you must part ways with Cedric. He has another class to get ready for before dinnertime, where you’ll meet him again– surely to discuss the matters of his essay once more. And for the later half of your night, you spend the rest of your free time in your dorm room, dabbling with some assignments. It’s a few hours and attempts before you acknowledge that your focus may be elsewhere. 

To indulge yourself, you pick up the Tarot guidebook and flip through it, half-assedly skimming through the descriptions. They’re vague, but they provide the gist of an understanding- leaving room for interpretation, you assume. The back of the book has a variety of examples of card spreads and potential intentions to set, or questions to ask the deck. You can determine that much tomorrow, when you’re with your deskmate. Alongside their summarized descriptions, each page has its card’s image printed on the edges. The Lovers’ deity winks at you again. Is that all she does in her spare time?

The guidebook gets tossed off onto the deep green sheets of your bed, and you let yourself sink further. The image of Draco Malfoy manifests behind your eyes. His sudden presence today has skewed your mind entirely, and you hope that meeting him at The Grove will satiate it. 

Late into the night, when you’re tucked beneath your blankets and only the bedside table lamp is on, Marla slides herself through the heavy wooden door. She drops her backpack at the entrance with a thud and gets herself ready for her nightly routine of having a shower, then reading or working until her eyelids physically cannot go on. 

You want to stay up and ask about her day– or about your new Divination partner, your half-asleep state can silently admit– but your consciousness calls it quits by the time she’s laid out her fresh, matching set of pajamas. The bag with a strawberry sweetbread is left on her desk, accessorized with a couple of thick black heart doodles of your doing in the corner. By the time you wake, the bag is empty.

-> next chapter

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

The Lost Boys (Separate)

- Fem!Reader

The Lost Boys x Fem!Reincarnated Mate S/O

The Lost Boys x Fem!S/O That’s Oblivious to their Flirting ***

The Lost Boys x Fem!Previously Abused S/O (Graphic violence in some parts)

The Lost Boys x Fem!S/O in Lingerie ***

Paul and Marko x Fem!Pregnant S/O

The Lost Boys x Cuddly/Affectionate Fem!S/O

The Lost Boys x Fem!S/O That Loves Animals/Finds Them Cute

The Lost Boys x Fem!S/O Wearing Their Clothes

The Lost Boys x Fem!Chubby S/O

- Male!Reader

The Lost Boys x Sweet Boyfriend!S/O

- Gender Neutral/Non-binary/Gender not described!Reader

The Lost Boys x Virgin S/O That Asks Them to be Their First ***

The Lost Boys x Reader Gives them Blowjobs ***

The Lost Boys x Reader on the Boardwalk

The Lost Boys x Fighting with S/O

The Lost Boys x Giving Oral***

The Lost Boys x Reading with their S/O

The Lost Boys x Touch Starved!S/O

The Lost Boys x Play-Fighting Their S/O

The Lost Boys x Meeting the Family

The Lost Boys x Wholesome Bath

The Lost Boys x Realizing They’re In Love

The Lost Boys x Chain-Smoker S/O

Meeting the Lost Boys: College Edition

The Lost Boys x Valentines Day

[cerys-lostboys]

Do you ever think that laddie loves his pillowcase so much because it reminds him of Dwayne’s jacket? Just a thought.

[doeyeddaydream]

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The boardwalk was swallowed by nightfall again, and you wouldn't have it any other way. Watching the sun creep down towards the horizon, melting and ebbing away slowly.

The night held something new in it. No longer just darkness and shadow and obscured faces and buildings. Now it held company and a leering force of nature that surrounded you like smoke and air.

A company you were looking forward to seeing tonight.

Marko had managed to wrangle you all to himself for the night. Through what you can only assume is plentiful card game wins, convincing, and extra chores like grabbing takeout and cleaning up the cave a little.

He wanted to take you to a diner, he had told you. Eager eyed and smiling with a dopey grin. Playing with the sea glass beads of the bracelet around your wrist whilst he told you, peering between your face and your wrist. Like he was worried you'd find it lame. That you expected something wilder like his typical motorcycle rides and antics.

But naturally, you didn't. The change of pace was welcomed, and he had smiled softer in relief. Mumbling a small "I'll pick you up at 7". Pressing a small kiss to your temple before fluttering off like a bat out of hell.

The date had been fun. But not in Marko's usual way of fun. It wasn't the rush of wind or spraying sand. This fun lacked the growl of bikes and boisterous laughter, wild dares and antics thrown around between fangs and cold sea air.

No. Tonight it was fun in softer, slower ways.

It was filled with milkshake kisses and hands held across the table, fingers tangled with one another so sweetly it almost didn't seem like him on the surface. He had gazed at you across the condiments and fries, bathed in neon lighting, like he couldn't look away. And he smiled so happily and almost shyly, you couldn't help but fawn over him.

But now he has returned you home, on a ride that was just as tender as the date.

Standing on your doorstep in all his multicoloured chaotic glory, he's waiting to hear your voice. Dark eyes twinkled softly with a hope that made him appear breathtaking.

"Thanks Marko, I really appreciate it. I had fun".

He smiles, his eyes averting to the floor before looking at you again.

"You're welcome. I had fun too".

He clears his throat, eyes locking intently with yours.

"I'll like to do it again".

You smile, and reach to cup his face. He leans into it like a fawning cat.

"I'd like that a lot".

He chases hazily after your retreating palm, and you indulge him. Cupping his jaw to pet gently.

"Suns almost up, lover boy".

"One more?". Marko murmurs softly, his eyes glossed over with a hazy sheen of dark adoration.

"I'd burn for it. Please".

His hands, balled up and gripping the sides of the doorway, fall limp and give a little flexing squeeze. Like he was just barely restraining himself from reaching out to touch you beyond the barrier of the entry.

You can't help but giggle softly against his mouth as he follows your mouth again, leaning against the sides of the door and leaning forward. Mere inches from toppling over.

The moment you break the kiss, he groans. Soft, breathy, yearning.

"just... Just one more, ok? I promise-". He stammers, huffing a shaken breath when you swat lightly at his chest.

"Marko, sweetie, I don't want you burning to a crisp on my welcome mat". You try not to laugh, watching his expression deflate a little before perking up again in his usual fashion. His dimples deepen as he smiles wryly at you, almost shyly, before idly walking backwards away from your door. Fiddling with the leather hem of his glove between calloused fingers. Fidgeting and restless.

"I'll swing 'round tomorrow, yeah? Bring some of the boys with me".

"that sounds like a plan".

His eyes twinkle at your approval, and he waggles his fingers at you. Still loitering outside your door like a stray.

"goodnight angel".

His voice is soft and low like the echoing waves crashing in the distance, and he vanishes quickly. The first break of dawn creeping amongst the faint starlight within the lavender hue in the sky.

He's gone like a snuffed candle. Like a shadow fleeing the moment the lights are turned on.

But he's still there. Remnants of curling smoke. The shape of his form on the wall.

[gentleeclipsey]

Some David headcanons because he's the Lost Boy we all think about routinely:

He wears his gloves as a way to muffle his sense of touch and keep himself in check. He never shows how overwhelmed he can feel, part of this is because of the gloves.

He let's Marko fix his coat. David has had that thing forever and does not want to get rid of it, the inside is a rainbow of thread colors. Eventually it'll need professional restoration, but not now.

The boys don't need to eat human food, they just like to, and oddly David enjoys it the most. The boys aren't quite sure what his favorite is, they've slowly been guessing over the years and still haven't figured it out.

He and Dwayne are the oldest, of course, though David wouldn't tell any of them how long he was alone. He and Max were at odds for a long time because David didn't ask to be this, it was Max's weeping heart for a dying boy.

Out of the four, David's the most silently affectionate, and that's primarily with Dwayne. Dwayne understands David, and has been getting him to open up to Paul and Marko to close the gap between them. This has lead to David admitting odd things he can remember, even if he's teased for it.

In his past life, David was actually the youngest. He lost his entire family in one night, and damn near died tracking down the one who did it. This is what lead to Max feeding David his blood. David is fiercely protective of the boys now, he still hasn't told them why.

David is haunted by his failures and has frequent nightmares. He's got those sunken eyes for a reason.

He absolutely would never admit he enjoys being held after nightmares or during languishing, but it doesn't matter who's arms encircle him he will lean into them in silence. He has been sandwiched between the other 3 before while sleeping thanks to Marko starting it. It's the best he's slept in a century.

[kill-bill33]

My Take on Vampirism

(Mainly with The Lost Boys in mind)

With how often I'm watching TLB and thinking about them, I thought I would explore my own take on vampirism. This is purely for fun and it all stems from multiple different pieces of media - so basically its just my opinion.

This might be updated over time, who knows!

(Fair warning, I'm AWFUL when it comes to explaining things in a way that makes sense to others lol)

If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them!

Turning -

Being turned into a vampire does not mean death - vampirism is a kind of purgatory or limbo; the person is not dead, but they are also not alive.

To start the turn, a person must consume the blood of a living vampire (This is also the only way a vampire can 'have' children).

However, once this is done, the person is not actually a vampire. No, they are actually only a half-vampire, better known as a Halfie.

So, to complete the turn, the Halfie must then make their first kill and then drink their victims blood.

After that, the now fledgling vampire will experience a (literal) ‘drop' as their body accept vampirism. They will go unconscious, leaving them vulnerable, so this is where their pack/sire will step in (hopefully they have one). To protect them, they are put into a safe place, like a nest, so their body can go through the changes safely.

The turn can take from a few minutes to a few hours.

The fledglings skin will turn paler and colder, the blood in their veins and their heart beat will slow down (but not stop), and their fangs, which started to develop over their time as a Halfie, will finish maturing.

Their blood will almost crystalise in their veins from the drop of their body temp. So this leads to their blood taking on a glittery look.

The hard part is not over though, as when the new vampire wakes up, their body is not used to its new 'form'. Due to their new found ability to hear and smell everything around them, they are instantly overwhelmed. Their pack/sire must take extra care to talk calmly and softly to them.

General Info -

A Halfie can go out/stay awake during the day, but only for short periods of time. If they stay out too long, they can become exhausted, and this leaves them vulnerable.

Vampires are pack animals, so its fairly rare to find a lone one.

Vamps have two sets of fangs that elongate when 'vamping out' - on the upper set of teeth, there are the larger and more prominent canines, and then the smaller ones on the lower teeth that are there to mainly help hold on to unruly prey.

Vampires use telepathy to communicate with their pack (this starts during the Halfie period, but it grows stronger over time)

A vamps appearance is perfectly designed to appear incredibly attractive and enticing - this is their main way of catching their prey.

To blend in and fool humans, a vampire can breathe and make their heart beat at will.

All vampires have the basic powers: flight, strength, speed etc, but its very common for some to have personal powers.

A vampire can come into your house uninvited, but if you do invite them, then that is a kind of loophole for their powers: they can see themselves in the mirror, they can even eat garlic and drink holy water if they wanted to. Like I said, its a loophole, even they don't understand it!

It is possible for a vampire to drink the blood of another vampire, but its not considered feeding. It’s more common as a way for vampires to bond.

Vampires can have sex! :)

Somehow, vampire's take on minor animalistic traits. For example, they can purr or rumble to show that they are happy and that they feel safe.

Hurting/Killing a Vampire -

There are only two real ways to kill a vampire: a stake to the heart, or exposure to sunlight.

However, their are quite a few ways to incapacitate/harm/repel them. For example, holy water, garlic, blessed items like crucifixes, or silver.

Silver is a favourite among hunters due to its purity and supposed spiritual power. The best way to carry silver, is in bullet form.

Fun fact! Silver is the only thing that can scar a vampire.

Silver bullets have an immense affect on vampires, because, while it cannot kill them (at least not straight away), it puts vampires into a type of coma, and if the bullet is left in the body, the metal will slowly poison them, keeping them unconscious and vulnerable.

To be brought out of this coma, the victim should be given time in a safe place among their pack, and plenty of blood.

There is a ritual among packs that has been passed down over the many centuries. When a vampire is attacked and shot with a silver bullet and left unconscious and powerless, the members of their pack will capture and imprison their attacker, keep them alive, and feed them small amounts of their blood mixed in with the other blood over time. And when (or if) they wake up, they are offered the rest of their attacker's life as a reparation and to further their healing.

And just to finish off, a very tiny thought I had regarding a vampire omegaverse AU (I don't know how those two would come together so that's why there is only one thing):

Vampires love to drink blood from the neck and/or the wrist because since its so close to the scent glands, it enhances the taste of the blood. This is a very common bonding ritual between mates.

So, what do you guys think? I have a problem with rambling, but, despite the fact I don't think this will get a lot of attention, I think it's fun to share my thoughts; no matter how jumbled up they are.

Like I said, this is all just my opinion and the way I would do vampires if/when I write them.

I am working on some TLB stuff rn, mainly David x Michael, and some Poly! Lost Boys all dating Michael (cuz I love that idea; who doesn't want four really hot vampire punk boyfriends?) Anyway, I doubt any of them will see the light of day, cuz I have commitment issues lol

Okay I'm rambling, bye!

[gentleeclipsey]

I have a headcanon that the boys do have wings, but Marko has tailored all available shirts to their wings and one only gains their wings after their first kill, and it's a bloody mess. It can be incredibly painful, and David had to go through it alone. His wings are thick and leathery, black like his coat, the edges slightly tattered from previous run ins with unfriendly vamps. Dwayne screamed and wept, but David was there for him. Paul fainted from the pain, thank fuck, but Marko's screams haunt them still. Compared to the other three, David's wings are powerful, he's used them longer and they've taken a beating. And yet, they can still be gentle enough to carefully pick up small objects, or small playful blonds who know nothing of personal space.

[poubelle-d-elle]

I love knowing other folks also have Lost Boys Oc’s.

USE THIS POST TO TELL ME ABOUT THEM.

I wanna know who they areeeeee.

[va-3]

Boy oh boy, you just said the magic words. This OC is the favorite child of ALL my OC’s, and the main focus of a script I’m writing! I am going to attempt to make this brief, so bear with me.

Taika Tempest was born first of the calta May 2, 1663, in Fordwich, England.

Calta are unique creatures with gold blood, a variety of enhanced abilities, and a carnivorous hunger for anything that bleeds. They are fierce competition for monsters and hunters alike--they are only vulnerable during the three hours they sleep a day. All calta are distinguishable by their lavender eyes.

Taika did not travel to the United States until 1892 in New Mexico, where she met another calta who would become her sister-of-sorts for the years to come. Taika always traveled along the coasts--her past as a pirate made her never want to stray too far from the ocean. That goes to say it was merely chance that she ended up in Santa Carla in the fall of 1986.

She is a stunning creature, all tanned skin and ancient tattoos, roughly six-foot and built of lithe, predatory muscle. Wild hair, a chocolate brown so dark it was nearly black, worn loose more often than not. And those cunning lavender eyes could make you stop in your tracks.

When Taika first encountered the vampires of Santa Carla on the boardwalk, she lured Marko away from the rest of the coven with the intention of a fuck and meal--David swooped in before she got the chance to do the latter, but by then her interest was piqued and she had decided she might like to keep them around.

Their "friendship" was extremely strenuous at the start. Taika did not intend to leave their turf, and they had almost no power to run her out of town. The constant back and forth between the coven and the gold-blooded creature turned into something closer to a game as the months wore on, and at last they came to friendlier terms. It was tense at first, but Taika was surprisingly easy to warm up.

Marko admits that in different circumstances, he would have tried to do the same thing to her. From that moment on, there is significantly more trust--enough so that she crashes at the cave more often than not, and they start to make it a habit to hunt together.

Taika was fond of each vampire for different reasons--David was arrogant and loyal, much like herself. Marko was mischievous and easy to anger, but he could spend hours painting. Dwayne was quiet and contemplative, but he and Taika had many mutual favorite books. Paul was wild and unpredictable, and his energy was contagious.

Their love was quiet at first, unspoken but shown in small, thoughtful gestures and delicate touches. Intimate moments that turned into something so deeply devoted and passionate it was frightening.

But when Star came into the picture, Taika felt betrayed. The night he brought her to the cave, Taika stormed out after fighting with the platinum blond, and was found crying on the beach by Marko--he couldn't explain anything to her either, but he held her until she tired herself out. David was not permitted to share Max's plans, not even with her, so he could only take her cold silences and biting words as they came. Out of spite, because she assumed David had turned Star to spite her for something, she befriends Star like an older sister.

Taika is gone the night Star accidentally attacks Laddie and brings him back to the cave, but when she returns, she fears the worst when she smells blood in the air. Taika is furious at Star, but when she sees Laddie, she is reminded of her own daughter, lost to the world hundreds of years before, and decides it isn't the worst thing for him to be there.

The Emersons were little more than an annoyance, even when David coaxed Michael to drink from the bottle. By now, Taika had given up trying to understand why David wouldn't tell her why he was doing these things. She is upset with David until she has a terrifying nightmare that feels all too real--when she wakes, she can't remember fully what happened, but she remembers the cold, hollow feeling of loss and a broken heart. Taika feels silly for holding such an intense grudge against him when, after all, she loved him.

Taika doesn't learn about the real head vampire until the Frog brother's attempt to kill Marko and impale her instead. The name "Max" always stung, but she pushed the memories back down. Taika decides that if this "Max" has to die to keep her boys safe, she might as well help the Emersons. To say they were startled when she appeared at their door would be an understatement, but they did. She explained her plan to them before she relayed the plan to David--who was furious at first, but couldn't argue with Taika.

And so the night arrives, and the four vampires, two halflings, Frog's, Sam Emerson, and calta lie in wait. Lucy walked in first, and then the mysterious "Max". When the head vampire walked in, and Taika didn't strike from the upstairs landing as had been planned, all eyes fell to her shadowed form above.

Her heart had dropped to her stomach. Standing in the living room looking up at her was someone who was supposed to be dead 300 years ago. Maxwell Craven, her traitorous first mate and the man she had considered a brother up until the moment she left him to die in the street. He looked just as startled to see her as everyone else, uttering her name under his breath in disbelief.

With great difficulty, Taika attacks with the intention of killing him. She gets rather close, until the blaring sound of "La Cucaracha" has David yelling at her to get out of the way. The blast sent her flying into Marko and Paul, who had hidden in the workshop. While the Emersons and Frogs celebrated, Taika fought and failed to not break down. Before the sun rose, Taika and the vampires retreated to the cave for some solace.

After the events at the Emersons house, Star and Laddie were moved out of the cave and into Taika's house--a quaint little two-story on the coast, far from any prying neighbors. Taika loved Laddie like her own son and did not intend to give him up. Star she was still upset with for betraying them to the Frogs, but she couldn't blame her.

During the day, Taika takes care of the Laddie and Star, and while they're at school, she surfs, sun tans, sails, and does all the things she did before. When night falls, she is glued to the sides of her vampires. They are her eternal, and she theirs. And oddly enough, they're great sort-of parents to Laddie.

[va-3]

@poubelle-d-elle pspspspspspsp

[whatisgoingonpaul]

Another difference between Max and the boys is that Max bathes.

At the very least he smells decent/good as Lucy never curls her nose and there’s never any concern. The bad breath at the dinner table is Nanook. He either takes bath’s (they can’t do running water so bath’s is the obvious thing.). He probably has one of those huge 80s jacuzzi bathtubs too all nice. Or he just uses a shit ton of deodorant and Cologne. Looking at Max, he probably- definitely bathes.

I image when the boys come over he just has a spray bottle “take. A . Fucking. Bath.” Spritz the boys who give a little his and begrudgingly clean off. He has to establish that the ocean does not count as a bath and neither does skinny dipping.

This is the one thing Max is actually useful in , hygiene

[fruechtetoast]

Very true

[whatisgoingonpaul]

:)

Max calling them over under false pretenses

Surprise bath time. It’s either this or go though the car wash-

[bigmac-macready-deactivated2024]

Or he uses dog dry shampoo.

He did this once and Dwayne was pissed but just kinda stood there. While Paul tried to eat it, Marko hissed like a cat, and David karate chopped it out of his hand.

[whatisgoingonpaul]

I just David out of reflex goes for the death strike , Max is confused and coughing but at least he dropped the shampoo.

Rkdjsksksksosk I’m losing my mind at this

[va-3]

How funny it would be if TLB was modern -

Imagine Max getting the boys over to his house on the terms of needing to talk but ✨surprise✨ he has a power-washer

[poubelle-d-elle]

Y’all they HAD power washers in the 80’s. It wasn’t that long ago.

This IS delightful, though. 😅

[oyoshima-deactivated20220302]

marko’s jacket is my ultimate aesthetic

[va-3]

marko IS the aesthetic

[poubelle-d-elle]

Discovering great Lost Boys art from a deactivated account 😭

[va-3]

You understand the pain

[poubelle-d-elle]

Master list, I guess?

My Art —Stickers n’ Shit😍

Fics

When Marko Got Staked (he lives, btw. So much swearing. Lots of blood.)

David’s Origin (heavy on parental neglect trauma)

Shenanigans About The Vampire/Silver Myth

Losing Your Shadow (How David Came To Be)

Headcanons

Fave Bite Spots/Styles

Vampire Mind Control /Jedi Mind Tricks

Vampire Reflections

Garlic

Star’s Friendship With Paul/Aftermath At The Emerson House

Shoes

Dwayne’s Fashion Choices (nsfw)

Hellhounds

The First Time Vamp-Out

Paul’s Shirt

Their Fave Things About Being Vampires

Lore Explorations—Invitations Inside

Paul at a Party

Symbiotic love/hate relationship with the Shark Mermaids

Art

Lost Bat Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Pauly

Morgan

Side Eye

ISTG Paul

Evil Plans With Marko

David

Monster High Design

Monster High

Outside The Video Store

Dwayne

Headshot

Tonal Dwayne

Paul

Slurpee

Headshot Doodle

With Bestie

Floaty Paul

Bathtub Paul

Boardwalk Paul

Marko

With Bestie

Headshot

Headshot

Adventure Time

Mother of LaBuBu

Gremlin Boi

Max

He’s Not Like Other Dads…

General Lost Boys

Le Wine

Art + Headcanons From Other Fandoms🤯

Marcelline Hellfire Club (ST/Adv.Time)

The UpsideDown vs Night-O-Sphere (Marceline is besties Vampire Eddie, they have a sick band)

There Are Stranger Things Over The Garden Wall

Eddie Doodle

Harlequin Lestat

Lost Boys Background Research/Etc.

I wrote my thesis on Peter Pan, Lost Boys was part of my work, there is a lot of random shit I know about this movie, so here it is! 😘

David is Peter Pan’s Shadow Ask Me Why

TLB is Peter Pan but Dark Ask Me Why(it’s so much more than you think)

Paul’s Pants

I may or may not cosplay Paul

Undead Himbo #4

Undead Himbo #4/Murder Capital Sign

Undead Himbo #4 Full Fit

[va-3]

Holy fuck just realized I have your Marko bat on my computer case

[poubelle-d-elle]

lol wild. Surprise!

I think I recall someone said they were getting one for a friend or a sibling?

Is that how perhaps, you came across my art? Or was it just like a random red bubble sticker search? I am intrigued…. and I am so honoured!🥰🥰🥰

[va-3]

It was def me searching avidly for lost boys stickers

[poubelle-d-elle]

Master list, I guess?

My Art —Stickers n’ Shit😍

Fics

When Marko Got Staked (he lives, btw. So much swearing. Lots of blood.)

David’s Origin (heavy on parental neglect trauma)

Shenanigans About The Vampire/Silver Myth

Losing Your Shadow (How David Came To Be)

Headcanons

Fave Bite Spots/Styles

Vampire Mind Control /Jedi Mind Tricks

Vampire Reflections

Garlic

Star’s Friendship With Paul/Aftermath At The Emerson House

Shoes

Dwayne’s Fashion Choices (nsfw)

Hellhounds

The First Time Vamp-Out

Paul’s Shirt

Their Fave Things About Being Vampires

Lore Explorations—Invitations Inside

Paul at a Party

Symbiotic love/hate relationship with the Shark Mermaids

Art

Lost Bat Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Pauly

Morgan

Side Eye

ISTG Paul

Evil Plans With Marko

David

Monster High Design

Monster High

Outside The Video Store

Dwayne

Headshot

Tonal Dwayne

Paul

Slurpee

Headshot Doodle

With Bestie

Floaty Paul

Bathtub Paul

Boardwalk Paul

Marko

With Bestie

Headshot

Headshot

Adventure Time

Mother of LaBuBu

Gremlin Boi

Max

He’s Not Like Other Dads…

General Lost Boys

Le Wine

Art + Headcanons From Other Fandoms🤯

Marcelline Hellfire Club (ST/Adv.Time)

The UpsideDown vs Night-O-Sphere (Marceline is besties Vampire Eddie, they have a sick band)

There Are Stranger Things Over The Garden Wall

Eddie Doodle

Harlequin Lestat

Lost Boys Background Research/Etc.

I wrote my thesis on Peter Pan, Lost Boys was part of my work, there is a lot of random shit I know about this movie, so here it is! 😘

David is Peter Pan’s Shadow Ask Me Why

TLB is Peter Pan but Dark Ask Me Why(it’s so much more than you think)

Paul’s Pants

I may or may not cosplay Paul

Undead Himbo #4

Undead Himbo #4/Murder Capital Sign

Undead Himbo #4 Full Fit

[poubelle-d-elle]

Master list, I guess?

My Art —Stickers n’ Shit😍

Fics

When Marko Got Staked (he lives, btw. So much swearing. Lots of blood.)

David’s Origin (heavy on parental neglect trauma)

Shenanigans About The Vampire/Silver Myth

Losing Your Shadow (How David Came To Be)

Headcanons

Fave Bite Spots/Styles

Vampire Mind Control /Jedi Mind Tricks

Vampire Reflections

Garlic

Star’s Friendship With Paul/Aftermath At The Emerson House

Shoes

Dwayne’s Fashion Choices (nsfw)

Hellhounds

The First Time Vamp-Out

Paul’s Shirt

Their Fave Things About Being Vampires

Lore Explorations—Invitations Inside

Paul at a Party

Symbiotic love/hate relationship with the Shark Mermaids

Art

Lost Bat Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Pauly

Morgan

Side Eye

ISTG Paul

Evil Plans With Marko

David

Monster High Design

Monster High

Outside The Video Store

Dwayne

Headshot

Tonal Dwayne

Paul

Slurpee

Headshot Doodle

With Bestie

Floaty Paul

Bathtub Paul

Boardwalk Paul

Marko

With Bestie

Headshot

Headshot

Adventure Time

Mother of LaBuBu

Gremlin Boi

Max

He’s Not Like Other Dads…

General Lost Boys

Le Wine

Art + Headcanons From Other Fandoms🤯

Marcelline Hellfire Club (ST/Adv.Time)

The UpsideDown vs Night-O-Sphere (Marceline is besties Vampire Eddie, they have a sick band)

There Are Stranger Things Over The Garden Wall

Eddie Doodle

Harlequin Lestat

Lost Boys Background Research/Etc.

I wrote my thesis on Peter Pan, Lost Boys was part of my work, there is a lot of random shit I know about this movie, so here it is! 😘

David is Peter Pan’s Shadow Ask Me Why

TLB is Peter Pan but Dark Ask Me Why(it’s so much more than you think)

Paul’s Pants

I may or may not cosplay Paul

Undead Himbo #4

Undead Himbo #4/Murder Capital Sign

Undead Himbo #4 Full Fit

[va-3]

Holy fuck just realized I have your Marko bat on my computer case