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Agree with Paul being a labrador, but also, yes. Goldfish.
──┈ Animals I see them as and why
𝕯𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖉: Squirrel
๑ Is this yo food? Not anymore bitch, gimme that!
๑ He can and will scratch you if you annoy him enough, pray the Lord that he's not hungry or he'll bite as well.
๑ Do I trust you? No, I don't... I'm just kidding I do... Or do I? Guess we'll never know.
๑ If you make friends with him tho, be prepared to be followed everywhere and God forbid if he sees you with another Squirrel, I mean, human. This bitch is petty as hell, he won't look at you for a week.
𝕯𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖓𝖊: Panther
๑ He's majestic what can I say? And have you seen the way he eyes people?! Yep, run for your life hun cus' this panther got you as his prey.
๑ 'Fuck with my kid and see what happens' energy. He would k.o anyone and anything that he considered a threat to Laddie, he'd be fighting with claws and teeth.
๑ Listen, a panther's still a cat, s'just a really big one, therefore: loves belly scratches and will ask for them just laying beside with no jacket.
𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖔: Ginger cat
๑ He's crazy, batshit insane!
๑ Always doing some chaotic weird shit, can't and won't be normal.
๑ His bipolar ass can't decide if he loves or hates you, one day he'll be all lovey dovey and the next night he's contemplating if he should kill you in your sleep.
๑ You know when people say that cats are liquid because they can fit anywhere? Yeah well, Marko also does that. He's the master of hide n' seek, always hiding in impossible small spaces.
𝕻𝖆𝖚𝖑: Labrador
๑ "You wanna go on a walk?", proceeds to destroy half of the cave because he got too excited
๑ There's too much energy in his body, get him on the boardwalk and go in all of the rides and play all the games, somehow he still have energy to burn
๑ Super intelligent but in a stupid way, does that make sense to you? Like, he always says the most idiot stuff but when you stop to think about it, it just turns out to be the most intelligent and insightful thing you have ever heard.
๑ Loves to play in the water, get him inside a bathtub to clean him up and watch him turn into a baby playing with plastic yellow duck.
On repeat
What do we think of this?
The Lost Boys reacting to you asking to have a baby
David:
Dwayne:
Paul:
Marko:
Bitches be like “this is my sweet smol baby we must protecc him” and it’s a morally grey vampire who has killed hundreds, maybe thousands of people. It’s me, I’m bitches.
Dont be such a pussy David
Anonymous asked:
Heyyy! I was wondering if you could do a lost boys x reader where the reader tries to scare them but fails everytime? :)
I did a scare/fun prank, I hope you like it bruv <3
Today was boring. The whole week had been boring.
It had been too wet and rainy for much to happen, even in the cave, with the pitter-patter soothing and echoing around you. You had done little more than cuddle and read.
You sighed for the millionth time, stretching out across David who wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you into him as he tried to drift away into a long-awaited nap.
Unacceptable.
"David," you whispered, looking up at him from your position by his chest, arm reaching up, "David-" you poked his nose, ignoring his growl, "Dav-" you went to pinch his cheek, wrist caught in a tight grip, and one blue eye cracked open to glare down at you.
"What"
"I'm bored, wanna do stuff" he huffed, and free'd you from his grip, rolling over so his back was to you. A clear indication to be left alone.
Pouting you pushed yourself up, looking around the cave.
Marko was tending to his jacket, going through his box of patches and picking one out that he had been wanting to add for a while.
"Pssst" David breathed out, head tilting to listen to you continue to be a pain.
"Marko-" his eyes met yours and he grinned, placing down the clothing and walking over to you.
You held your arms up, silently asking to be carried, legs too sore and exhausted from the walk to the cave. He hummed, bending down and wrapping an arm under your legs, another sliding behind your back while your arms wrapped around his neck.
A slow rumble left his chest as he began to purr, bringing you to where his makeshift workstation was, letting you watch as he worked.
-
The rest of the night was calm, most of it spent between the two blondes while the other two of your mates went flying around in the thunder.
It was a surprise that Dwayne hadn't been struck by lightning with how wild and spiked out his hair had become.
Eventually daytime came, but the sky was still dark and they stayed awake as long as they could, even visiting the boardwalk for a bit before they became weary.
You sat, and slept, and schemed.
Deciding to create fun of your own.
You were going to try and "scare" your mates, though you doubted how well it would work.
-
Wednesday was slow, work dragged and you wanting nothing more than some salty fries and to blast music until the early hours.
You had drove home from work, and your chair had been a pain in the ass, refusing to fit into the back seat so you could get settled in. At one point a wheel had dug into the back of your head, spinning into your temple when you went around corners.
Curling up on the armchair across from your tv you glared at the offending item. In the end your neighbour had carried it in for you, just so you could burn out your anger on the short walk down the drive as hail pelted your skin.
The neighbor, Mrs Mabel, watched you with concern but said nothing more than that she had casserole if you needed a little sumthin.
So now you would wait, the house quiet. Surprisingly soothing, since you hated being exposed to all of the quiet ticks the household created when there was nothing to drown it out.
Fortunately you had prepared for today the night before.
-
At first you weren't sure where to start.
I mean, you had no idea what they were scared of outside of things that would cause a slow painful death.
And so you had visited the joke shop by your work a few days prior, requesting bags of the most realistic bugs they had, knowing even if they didn't scare your mates they would certainly annoy them.
That was more the purpose of the glitter you had spray coated onto them, it was black and orange and blended in well with the natural tone of the "tarantula" fur.
-
You dozed off at some point, legs over the arm of of the chair and neck bent awkwardly as you bent forward into the side, nose now a little numb.
The back door cracked open and Dwayne's voice rang out, "you in?"
"Mhm!" you fought to move, but he appeared in front of you before you could, bending down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, Marko and David followed through soon after.
Marko slid onto your lap, curly hair brushing your nose and making you twitch as he pressed his lips to your jaw. How was work baby?
His voice rang out in your head, eyes flashing to yours as he took note of your exhaustion, "busy day?"
You nodded, wrapping your arms around him, ignoring the fuzzy numbness from being stuck in the same position for too long.
"Tired?"
No
"Uh huh," he ran his hand through your hair, pulling you to lean closer, watching your eyes slip shut, "want your meds."
"Yes- please, they're," Dwayne vanished before you could finish, and you heard the bathroom cabinet mirror open above the sink, a loud exclamation following, "ah."
The brunette reappeared in front of you, "ah", you and Marko fell into each other, snickering.
Dwayne was no longer looking as punk and cool as he usually did, his hair had caught most of the bugs, and you could see the shiny wee things reflecting in the light of the room. Even better was the effect of the glitter, there were sparkly orange streaks in his hair and his jacket had sustained a good bit of damage
"Trying a new look love?" His smile was tight and he all but threw Marko off of you, pinning you to the chair as he began to tickle your sides, climbing so his legs were either side of you as he tortured your form.
-
The first was a moderate success.
Unfortunately, the glitter was easier to get out than you expected, fortunately, it hadn't stained his favorite jacket.
Though the intended target was one of the blondes, at least with Markos jacket the glitter would have just blended in.
Speaking of.
Your sweet golden boy had offered to help, wanting to make your pranks go even further.
He was, after all, a master at pissing people off with clever tricks.
And so you happily accepted.
-
"Quick! Quick!"
The two of you were in the cave, sat on the floor beside Pauls great wall of cassettes. Beside you was a box of completely blank tapes, each with only one surprise song on it from a choir you had bought at a thrift shop. On the other side was a box full of the correct cassettes, ones you had listened to many a time.
After some careful deliberation the two of you had decided to mess with what the boy loved most, his precious music collection. You would never touch the vinyls, they were too fragile in their rather old age. But the cassettes, they could be easily replaced, and were fair game.
Paul was out on the other side of town most of the day, dealing with his little drug business and scoping out some competition that had been driving him insane.
And naturally, when he came back he would head straight to his favourite source of relaxation.
Only, instead of his usual combination of jazz and rock he would be serenaded by the lords gospel.
It would be beautiful, you were sure.
"Is that the last one?" You nodded handing the final plastic box to Marko, watching him run away with the box of cassettes to hide it where it wouldn't be seen.
When he returned he pulled you up, nudging you in the direction of the long sofa by the fountain before checking the wall, making sure everything was in the correct place.
An hour later Paul returned, now a lot chipper than before. Clearly, the outcome of his adventures had been rewarding.
He walked past where the two of you were cuddling, your back against Markos chest as his fingers danced up and down your arm. A sloppy kiss was pressed to both your cheeks before he strolled on, heading straight towards the wall.
"What are you feeling like babe?" you shrugged, telling him to pick for you, hiding your grin by biting your lip. He nodded, hair bouncing, and reached a Led Zepplin tape.
He pushed it into the large boombox, pressing play and stretching out as his mind readied for some of his favourite tunes.
When they didn't immediately begin he frowned, looking down at it, listening as gentle humming began.
Soon enough the sounds of 'Praise be the lord' filled the cave, and you and Marko were having a hard time holding it in as Paul stared slack jawed, not understanding what the hell was happening.
He paused it, ejecting the tape and returning it to the box. Reaching for Queen.
Again, hymns, fucking hymns.
"What the hell?!-" Paul looked towards the pair of you, hoping for some answers. Instead, he was met with both of you clinging onto each other, doing your best to hold in your laughter, he pointed a long shaky finger in your direction, "you little shits- what did you do?!"
You were unable to hold it in, jaws aching as the sound of you grew louder than the music. Paul's fists clenched and suddenly Marko was gone from beneath you, your body falling back onto the arm of the sofa.
-
Paul didn't speak to you both for two days. The longest he had managed to go in over a hundred years.
Eventually he came around when you both trapped him in the nest, nuzzling him and giving him sweet sweet kisses, a box of his favourite "brownies" pushed to his lap.
He wasn't that mad about the prank, it was smart and well executed, he was just bummed the two of you had fun without him.
And so, he was brought into the gang. And oh boy, was the next one mean.
-
David wasn't scared easily. He was old as fuck to start, he had seen so much, experienced too much. The guy knew how to tell when he was being messed around with.
So you had to be sneaky.
Keeping your minds clear and giving no indication anything was up. Even Dwayne was entirely unaware of what was coming.
It wouldn't be too harmful, just something to set his nerves on fire, meaning it had to be all down to you in the end. The intention was to make it seem like you had, died, well not died more horrifically injured.
Marko was going to "push" you off of the cliff above their home, and Paul was going to catch you, not that David would see him until he thought it was too late.
"You ready babe?" Marko pressed his lips above your ear, nodding to Paul who hopped off the cliffside to wait for you.
"Mhm," he grinned.
"Good"
He could hear David and Dwayne returning, letting the handles of your chair go with a gentle nudge, watching you roll closer to the edge.
The two eldest were near the end of the forest now, conversing with each other. Something dumb he would hear about later.
Marko turned when they entered his vision, waving at them, "hey guys!"
Dwayne went to wave back but his eyes widened at something behind him, David seeing it too and both of them running to a full sprint, shouting your name.
Marko turned, feigning confusion. Your scream was all he heard as you vanished over the edge.
David roared, flying over with you and almost slamming into Paul who had you safely in his arms.
You and Paul both send him wide grins, the latter rising above his frozen friend, bringing you both back to stable ground.
Hands were reaching for your face, running along your body. As you met the wild eyes of Dwayne you winced, okay maybe this one had been a little too far.
The brunette pulled you to him, holding you close as he took deep sniffs of your hair. David's feet touched the ground behind you and soon you were surrounded by them both.
-
"Shhhh, its ok little one," Marko and Paul were getting the beating of a lifetime, meanwhile you were being coddled by the other two.
They refused to believe their sweet baby was that evil, no, it was the devious blondes. After all why would you willingly go off the side of a cliff, breaking your expensive chair which was now drying beside the fountain, the frame now bent awkwardly.
"You two can sleep on the ground tonight, little shits."
"David, we did it together, why won't you listen-!"
Paul's voice vanished as David stole you away to the nest, giving them a sharp look. Sending you something similar as you went to speak.
Well. It was a success either way. David's face was ingrained in your memory and your meds were keeping him out of your mind, for now, might as well enjoy the affection while it lasted.
18+ MDI (Dark Headcanons) – Consent Violations
[Summary] Forced Turning and how each boy would do it. Inspired by my Modern!AU headcanons/one-shots and the Lost Boys Yandere Alphabet co-written by @that-girl-who-writes-sometimes
If you aren’t aware of the boys’ secret, then prepare for them to force you into vampirism through wine drinking. It’s one of their oldest tricks. Invite their target to hang out, get them comfortable, and peer pressure them into taking a swig. Once the blood slides down your gullet and hits your gut, your fate is sealed, and you’re one of them. It worked with Michael – almost. That didn’t go so well. Since that debacle, their methods have become a bit more aggressive in recent years.
David
If David can’t peer pressure you and trick you with the wine bottle, prepare for him to hold you against your will and starve you. David will keep you locked away in the cave, withholding your food and water for days until you are ravenous and thirsty. Then he’ll offer you the bottle. You drink out of pure desperation to fill your aching stomach, nearly devouring the entire bottle of his blood. Consuming so much overwhelms your weak and fragile state, causing you to drop dead on the spot from a heart attack, but days later, you wake in his arms, immortal and bound to him for eternity. You’ll never escape him now.
Dwayne
Dwayne will use his powers to force you to drink, but he’ll try to make it as pleasant as possible. Ever the hopeless romantic, Dwayne will take you to a lovely restaurant and treat you like a Queen by wining and dining you. But the wining part is the caveat. Remember, Dwayne knows best, so when he suggests that you become a vampire during dinner, he’s not really suggesting it. He’s telling you that you will become a vampire, and you’re becoming one TONIGHT. When you try to run, the chocolate will fade from his irises, leaving only red-orange as his mind ensnares yours. Slicing his wrist with a clawed finger, he will bleed into a wine glass, filling it to the brim with his blood. A single tear escapes your eye as his thrall forces you to drink, but your mental anguish doesn’t last long. You become dizzy from the blood’s effects and faint shortly after. He carries you back to the cave and slips into bed with you, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as your humanity is destroyed. When you wake, you’ll be his baby doll forever; he'll take excellent care of you.
Marko
Marko will drain you. He’s a sneaky little gremlin and will wait until you’re vulnerable and comfortable in his presence. You could be watching a movie or simply cuddling after sex when he’ll go from nuzzling your neck to clamping down on it. You wiggle and squeal in pain, tears in your eyes, as you beg the love of your life to spare you. Your agony only turns him on, though; he doesn’t stop. He drains you within an inch of your life, leaving you too weak to fight back as he bites into his wrist and bleeds into your mouth. Suffering from blood loss, you involuntarily choke down his immortal essence as you gasp for air. You die in his arms, and his blood corrupts you from the inside out. When you wake, you’ll be forced to endure pain at his hands forever – lovingly, of course.
GIF by LostHavenMine
Paul
Paul wants your turning to be enjoyable – for himself and YOU, so he turns you during sex. He throws the boys out of the cave for the night and puts the moves on you. After whispering sweet nothings in your ear, plus some heavy petting, Paul goes down on you. He eats your pussy like a man starved, blessing you with mind blowing pleasure. You’re so blissed out from euphoria you don’t feel him pause to tear into your inner thigh. Paul drains your blood as he fingers you, keeping you on the cusp of orgasm as you reach the brink of death. Biting into his wrist, he fills his mouth with his own blood, forcing it down your throat as you babble and wheeze. He spoons you while you die; he feels awful for tricking you, but he’ll make it up to you when you wake up.
The Pack
The boys have no qualms about tag-teaming you. They work well as a unit when hunting, after all. Before they attack, they’ll invite you to the cave, watch some Netflix with you, feed you, and wait until you’re relaxed and comfortable – then they’ll pounce. You struggle feebly, but they easily overpower you, Paul and Dwayne holding you down while David parts your lips with nimble gloved fingers. Marko will eagerly pour their blood down your throat, manically smiling as you cough and choke it down when David pinches your nose, sealing your fate.
[A/n] If you're interested in reading the inspiration for these headcanons, check out my Master List here.
Taglist: @6lostgirl6 @misslavenderlady @britany1997 @wowisksksj
𓇼𓈒 The lost boys Incorrect Quotes
Paul: I'm so hungry right now.
Dwayne: Let's get some burgers 'n fries.
Marko: I was thinking we could change for a day and eat some pizza.
David: What about chin-
Y/n: The one who win the game gets to choose *holding a card set*
{30 minutes later}
Dwayne: YEAAAAAAH! TAKE THAT LOSERS!
Marko: Awn come on man.
David: I- I lost?! But I was this close to winning 🤏🏻
Paul: Can we just go? I'm starving!
Y/n: I'm with Paul, let's just go and grab some food.
Round 2 of Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes!
Round 1
Every 10 incorrect quotes I do I'll make a main post like this to add to my masterlist. Also there are links to the individual posts in the first line of each quote.
Y/N: *Carves "(First initial) + D" into a tree*
David: What an idiot
David: *Adds "4 ever"*
Y/N: You can do this,okay? Because you can do anything!
Laddie: I can't French Braid or whistle.
Y/N: Okay, well. Nobody can do those things.
Y/N: Why are you so tall?
Dwayne: So I can do this.
Dwayne: *Kisses Y/N on the forehead*
Y/N:...
Y/N: Oh...Okay
Y/N: I'm going to allow that.
Paul: *sobs all of a sudden*
Marko: Dude what happened?
Paul: *points to Y/N who's ordering food*
Marko: Did something happen between you two?
Paul: *shakes his head*
Paul: *whispering* She's so pretty
Marko: What?
Paul: She's. So. Damn. Pretty.
David: Who hurt you?
Y/N: What, do you want a list?
David:...Yes, actually.
Laddie: Dwayne can I go on the roller coaster?
Dwayne: What did Y/N say?
Laddie: She said no
Dwayne: So why are you asking me?
Laddie: Cause she's not the boss of you.
Dwayne, internally: It's a trap it's a trap it's a trap
Y/N: Marko just texted me
David: Ok, text him back
Y/N: I don't want to seem desperate
David:...
David: You're married to him
Paul: You love me, don't you?
Y/N: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.
Y/N: I sleep with my windows closed so I know when Marko is trying to sneak in.
Max: Why would he sneak in?
Y/N: He leaves "gifts". Ya know, random birds, dead rats, the occasional severed hand.
Paul: Y/N! The normies just challenged us to a water balloon fight!
Y/N: Oh it's on!
Y/N:...Now, we just have to wait for the water to boil.
Marko, tearing up: I love you so much Amore.
i absolutely love that every ‘The Lost Boys’ fanfic / story share the same little detail even though it was never ( unless it’s a deleted scene i’ve never seen ) in the movie : the 4th step on the staircase is broken or something is wrong with it.
i love little details of the ‘The Lost Boys’ lore <3
so uhh, I made a playlist for The Lost Boys if anyone is interested and wants to check it out
Thought I’d post this one-shot here in case anyone would like to check it out!
Not a ship fic, just a peek at what I think the relationship between Star and Marko might’ve been like.
—
“Star.” David drawls, and Star lets her eyes fall shut as she hears the amusement in his voice.
“You’re with Marko.”
She pries her eyes back open, looking towards Marko who offers nothing but a wink and finger wave in return.
It’s his usual playful fashion, but Star can tell by the stiffness in his body that he isn’t pleased, not in the slightest.
But he won’t say so, won’t disagree with David. None of them did really, but especially not Marko.
Give me a shot to remember
And you can take all the pain away from me
Your kiss and I will surrender
The sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
- My Chemical Romance
It wasn't his fault! He's just a dumb clumsy blonde :p
Paul's design inspired by these plushies that were for sale by @otonokis (their amazing and make awesome sauce art check them out)
EDIT: Forgot to add the og post my fault guys
So how do we feel about me writing a Lost Boys series? It would be where reader is teleported into their universe and saves the boys. I'm thinking there would be multiple endings, where the reader ends up with one of the guys.
Some of the lost boys fanart, bc this brought me the since to create an acc. Also probably gonna share some hcs later.
The lost boys plinks
Please don't watch these links if you are under 16
David
David vibes
Just david vibes
David vibes
Belly bulge
Dwayne
Breeding
Dwayne vibes
Breeding again i'm sorry but he has a breeding kink
Dwayne vibes
Marko
Marko vibes
Marko Vibes
Marko vibes #3
Marko vibes #4
Paul
Morning sex with paul
Paul Vibes
Paul vibes again
Paul vibes
Part Three: Outlaws Of Santa Carla (The Lost Boys Fanfiction/Western American Fanfiction AU Fanfiction)🤠🦇✨🖤
If Paul was to be turned, he was going without a fight.
Slipping through the branches of the trees with far from graceful grabs for the bark, only his fear in the silence of the woods propelled him. The canopy of dark green clustered pines remained still, not a needle moving among the darkness.
Night had come as everyday promised and with it was the truth that he would be caught. He didn't have the speed or the strength that Marko had or the hunger to hunt him in return. Paul had become prey now, losing his place as the shadow watching from afar as others found themselves trembling in his current position.
"Only a few hours 'till sunrise, then you can see yourself out of here. Only a few more hours." Paul's voice remained as a soft echo in his head as every thought was aided with a weak attempt to regain a steady breath.
Gripping on to the grooves of the tree, holsting himself farther into the crook of the thickest limbs, forcing himself into a much more comfortable position. Would he really have the will to hurt his closest friend or would he have to give in to his friend's monstrous actions? It was clear that Marko didn't want him dead but had a far worst fate in mind. Either he could accept the curse and live as a social outcast or try his best at taking down Marko and getting away scot free with a well crafted story of his heroism and fight with a dangerous vampire. He could be the hero that he had always strived to be. He could do something in honor of his father for one last time.
Paul felt a tear prickle at the thought of the day he had taken down his father, the person closest to him and it had been the worst agony that one could dream of suffering.
Could he do it again?
Paul's thoughts were becoming more and more overwhelming, blocking out the world around and below him. Armed with nothing but a stolen military knife and an empty pistol, his chance of hunting Marko in return was far too slim to even revisit those thoughts.
A rustle through the branches facing him snaches him from his thoughts as the forest lit with life. The cries and songs of the once silent birds of the forest filled that air so loud that gripping his ears became an instant response. The beating of wings sounded louder than his heart.
Kicking out at the slant in the tree, bark explodes from the surface, raining down on the ground below.
"I'm gonna die!" Reaching out for a higher hanging branch, his fingers barely found the separated twigs, pulling a few of the, off before gaining a stable hold. Blood dripped down his wrist as he held on tighter to the branch, swaying under his weight.
"You aren't gonna die, Paul. You're gonna live forever." A shadow hunched over the adjacent branch, hands on knees, golden eyes glaring and an array of forest dwelling birds perched on his shoulders. The gleam of a black and silver dagger slicing through the air caught Paul's eyes. The very thing that could save him or turn him.
Letting go of the branch, his stomach dropped.
Marco darted forward through the branches, weapon extended but not close enough to meet with Paul's skin. With barely enough time to balance on the branch below him, Paul summoned all the strength possible and swung forward. Grabbing his friend with a strength that he never knew that he had within him, the slant branch snapped. Paul fought for a grip on something, anything, but the claws of his friend dragged him farther into the air. Falling through the splay of branches, Paul had already come to terms with defeat.
The flock of birds surrounded them in a cloud of black, each one pecking at his skin and attempting to claw through the thickness of his hair.
Paul, barely able to make out Marko kept pushing against him, ignoring the fear of the steady fall to win. A sharp ring and the scream of Marko echoes as the branches of a short pine crash into Marko, tangling them both in a mess of pine needles. Holding on to him, both float feet above the forest floor as if they had never fallen.
It hit him with a sharp knowing like no other, They are floating.
He had seen Marko do it, but as he held on to his friend, so was he.
Searching his friend for the thing they had crossed endless miles for, he found nothing.
"Where is the dagger?" Paul screamed over the beat of one hundred wings, grabbing Marko's chin and tilting it so that their eyes met.
Marko simply snarled, fangs dangerously close to his flesh. His nails could rip him apart but aided with adrenaline, he was numb to the steady scraping of claws on his sides.
Marko's empty hands drive Paul deeper into a frenzy of anxiety. "Marko, you need that dagger."
With that, the air that had once held him so tight let go without warning, leaving him snatching at the air.
"A vampire is only as wise as his wit and strength. A wise vampire with none of that would have it better as vampire hunter bait. Leave the wiseness to the witches, Laddie boy, if you want to live."
- David, (Of Sharp Stones🌊)
Part one of (Of Sharp Stones, a lost boys fanfiction) "Ocean" coming soon after aesthetics, playlist, prologue and plot release on Wednesday 12th, 2023.