#vampire cave

[i-heart-slashers]

Fur and Fangs

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: The Lost Boys x FelineShifter!Reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: You followed them for the thrill, a silent stray with secrets stitched into your fur—but when your truth is revealed, you become more than their pet; you become their heart.

Now, the cave is yours as much as theirs. You move between worlds—whiskers and skin, purrs and promises—and they let you. Because you didn’t just find them.

You chose them.

And they’ll never let you go.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.2k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mild language. implied sexual/intimate tension.

It began on a humid Santa Carla night, the boardwalk alive with neon and screams, the air thick with the scent of salt and sweat. A Ragdoll cat with fur like pale moonlight and smoky dusk, slipped through the chaos unnoticed. Eyes blue like sharp sea glass, tracked the world from alleys and rooftops.

Then there they were.

The Lost Boys. Four vampires cloaked in leather and rebellion, their laughter sharp as shattered glass. They moved like predators, all swagger and hunger, their presence a magnet for trouble.

You'd always been drawn to chaos, and they were its living pulse. So with small paws padding against the floor you followed, silent as a whisper, into the sunken cave they called home.

The cave was a cathedral of decay—stalactites dripping like wax, fairy lights strung through the gloom, and the faint hum of the ocean beyond. You sauntered in just before dawn, weaving between scuffed boots and trailing coats, your tail a proud banner. Marko spotted you first, crouched near a pile of salvaged junk, his curls catching the firelight.

"Yo, check it—a cat?" His voice was half-laugh, half-awe like he'd stumbled on a treasure. He reached out, then froze when you hopped onto a jagged stone seat, claiming it like a throne.

Paul sprawled on a couch, flicked his hair back, and squinted. "No way a stray looks that good. Bet she's someone's pampered princess."

You ignored him, locking eyes with David.

He sat at the cave's heart, cigarette smoldering between gloved fingers, his platinum hair glowing under the dim light. Those icy eyes studied you, unreadable but intrigued. You didn't flinch, didn't blink—just leaped into his lap with liquid grace, curling into the folds of his coat. His hand hovered, then settled between your ears, stroking with a confidence that bordered on possession.

"She's got taste," he said, voice low, a smirk ghosting his lips.

That was the beginning.

You became their shadow, their constant. The cave wasn't complete without your soft paws padding across stone or your purring weight in someone's lap. They didn't question where you came from—strays were common in Santa Carla, even ones as flawless as you. To them, you were a mystery they didn't need to unravel. You were simply theirs.

Marko, the wildest of them, took to you like a kid with a new toy. He'd slip you scraps of rare steak, grinning as you nibbled with dainty precision. "No eating animals, got it?" he declared one night, pointing at the others like a general. "Noodle is crew now. No one touches her." The rule stuck, a rare thread of mercy in their blood-soaked world.

Dwayne persistantly quiet, became your sanctuary. At dawn, when the others grew restless, he'd sit with you on a ledge overlooking the sea, his leather jacket warm under your fur. He'd read from tattered novels—Poe, Shelley, Stoker—his voice a low rumble as you dozed on his chest. He called you Luna, a name whispered like a secret.

Paul, ever the showman, dubbed you Sugarfluff with a theatrical wink, snapping his fingers as you passed. "Look at you, stealing hearts like a pro," he'd tease, tossing you a lazy salute. You'd flick your tail, unimpressed, but his laughter was infectious.

David never named you. He didn't need to. His lap was your domain, his gloved hand your summons. You'd leap up without hesitation, claiming the space as if it had always been yours. He'd stroke your fur in silence, his touch both command and invitation. In those moments, you were his anchor, the one thing in his endless nights that didn't demand blood.

You weren't just a cat. You were their center, their unspoken vow. They didn't know you were listening, watching, choosing them as much as they chose you.

But secrets don't stay buried in a cave full of vampires.

It was a rare early return from the boardwalk, the boys bursting in with the scent of blood and salt on their coats. You thought you'd have hours alone, time to stretch into your true self. So you'd shifted, letting your feline form melt away. Human again, you lounged in David's chair, legs draped over the arm, the firelight casting shadows across your bare skin. One of their long coats—Marko's, by the smell of paint and leather—hung loosely over your shoulders, a makeshift robe.

The cave door swung open, and they stopped dead.

Four pairs of eyes—gold-flecked, predatory—locked onto you. The air thickened, heavy with shock and something darker.

Paul broke the silence with a nervous laugh. "Holy shit, Sugarfluff? You're—you're a babe?"

Marko's mouth hung open, his hand still clutching a half-eaten burger. "I fed you steak."

Dwayne's gaze was steady, assessing, but not hostile. "A shifter," he said, voice soft but certain, like he'd pieced it together in seconds. He'd heard about them in the native stories back when he was young.

David didn't move. His cigarette burned, forgotten in his hand, ash drifting to the floor. His eyes, cold and piercing, held yours—not with anger, but with something deeper, sharper. Ownership.

You rose slowly and deliberately, the coat slipping slightly to reveal the curve of your collarbone. "I've been around longer than you think," you said, voice smooth as velvet, carrying the same confidence you wore in fur. "I chose this place. Chose you."

The silence stretched, taut as a wire.

Then David stepped forward, closing the distance in three measured strides. His gloved hand brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering at your jaw. "You've been ours this whole time," he said, not a question but a claim, his voice low and final.

You tilted your head, meeting his gaze without flinching. "And you've been mine."

Marko let out a whoop, breaking the tension, his arm slung around your shoulders like you were already family. "Hell yeah, she stays! Shifter or not, she's one of us."

Paul grinned, leaning against the wall with a mock swoon. "A hot chick that's a cat? I'm in love. Sugarfluff's still my girl."

Dwayne's lips curved, a rare smile softening his edges. "You kept our secrets. You're family."

David's hand settled on your waist, his grip firm but not forceful. His eyes searched yours, and in them, you saw the weight of his decision—not just to let you stay but to bind you closer. "You're not going anywhere," he murmured, and the words were a promise, a chain, a vow.

Now, the cave feels alive in a new way. You shift freely, one moment a Ragdoll curling atop David's throne, the next a woman laughing in Paul's arms or trading quiet words with Dwayne by the fire. They still hunt and still revel in their immortal chaos, but they come back to you. Always to you.

You are their secret, their heart, their queen in fur and flesh. And in the shadowed depths of the cave, where the ocean whispers and the fire burns low, you know one truth above all:

No one will ever take you from them.

[hooned]

And yet, here you are on national television. Why?

Because I want to be seen. To remind you that I exist. To remind myself.

[panicsimss]

You're a vampire, I'm a vampire too

Happy Simblrween, everyone!

[weirdlookindog]

[bertolts]

“ ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖, 𝕃𝕦𝕧! 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜! “ Spike • BTVS S7E2

[unadulteratedloathings]

BAILEY BASS as CLAUDIA in INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022–)

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Billy Batson, who got his sixth case of vampirism in his lifetime, cracking open a bottle of coconut water: Aint gonna get me this time either universe!

Joker, straightjacketed up in his cell: Something funny is happening and I’m not involved…

[itagakimizuki]

MY GOLDEN BLOOD (2025) EP 01

[socratesgirlnextdoor]

sorry don't hate me but I don't think I'm alone in saying that I mourn Soulless Spike sometimes. ATS s5 Spike, while some of his decisions about not contacting Buffy are quite odd to me, is proof that Spike could have been this in BTVS, but it was too soon and not enough had happened yet for him to return to his full identity.

but besides that. so much fanfiction I read is about preventing the need for Spike to find a soul. and I think that's so interesting because truly, like how Spike's demon fell in love with Buffy, we all fall in love with Spike the Neutered Vampire. If it wasn't for the chip in his head, everyone would be a goner (lmao no buffy would stake his ass but you know.)

But something the show goes into a little when he's soulless is that after years of abstaining, he no longer wants to bite or hurt people. In 6x09, when he thinks his chip has stopped working, he does immediately go to kill someone, but he sort of has to hype himself up to do so. He has to remind himself that he wants this. He wants to be a monster. One episode earlier, we learn that without his memories, Spike doesn't feel the need to bite anyone as a vampire and assumes he helps people because he doesn't want to.

This is about Buffy so it's a little less significant because Spike not wanting to kill Buffy makes sense because he's in love with her but in 5x07, in a fit of rage he is loading his shotgun and tells Harmony that he's going to shoot her through the searing pain, which accidentally reveals that Spike has had the ability to kill her or anyone this entire time, but he's never really wanted to in the last year, not enough to go through the pain.

And even when he points the gun at her (which, in a joke in season 4, shouldn't be possible because he points a fake gun at xander and he gets a headache), nothing happens because he wasn't going to shoot her.

Don't get me wrong, Soulless Spike loves to kill. Souled Spike gets a rush on it too, but he transferred all of his killing and passion towards demons and Buffy that his desire to kill humans has poofed and he's too close to them now.

And the writer of The Initiative episode calls it the episode Spike gets a Clockwork Orange'd and BTVS touch on the point that what they do to Spike is inhumane in itself, but dude oh the possibilities to get into with the question of how this inhumane act is what puts Spike into a position where he slowly becomes a part of human society as well as vampire society.

But fuck, what an arc. I understand that it isn't a supreme message to say any old vampire can be soulless and good (even though they sorta did that) but I mean, that's why his good actions always meant more. Him protecting Dawn meant so much because why on Earth did he grow so close to her? And we know that vampires can love, if not wisely, and fuck I don't know.

The show does get into this, also, the whole thing about how separate the soulless and the ensouled are because a soul is implied to be a filter for morality, an ego, and Spike's filter for morality is based on how it affects Buffy, and I understand that that's not sustainable, but. I don't know.

It's weird because I don't want to separate the Spike I loved for 4 seasons from s7 and ats s5 Spike because late season 5 and some parts of season 6 soulless Spike are good even without a soul.

Like yes, no morality, evil, bad, not a long term thing. But the show never completes the question of Buffy and Soulless Spike's relationship, like obviously they wouldn't have become so good without the soul, the show argues (and sure that makes sense), but like hey! show can you tell me why they are like that then and the significance of that before you give me New Spike?

I don't know. I don't know!

[longingquiet]

004 :: DETAILS — SAM REID as Lestat de Lioncourt

Interview with the Vampire, AMC - Season 1, Episode 1

[thebramblewood]

Rebellious Vampires: Miss Hell, Markus Crow, Kat Cave

Purely hypothetically, of course, what would be their band name?

[electroempathy]

You fawn over Armand's supple bouncy boobs, I (and Armand) fawn over old man naturals. We are not the same.

[itsmariejanel]

can you hear me through the white noise, friend? 🩸

introducing blood type, an underground vampire band ft. myra vatore, kat cave, samantha gratz and markus crow

[weirdlookindog]

[ledgends-of-the-stars]

A Bat in his natural habitat! Is he upside-down or right side up?

[filmap]

The Lost Boys Joel Schumacher. 1987

Lair Hudson's Bluff Sea Cave, Rancho Palos Verdes, CA 90275, USA See in map

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