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Here it is https://www.tumblr.com/ria-coolgirl/725198999630594048/hey-there-lost-boys-fandom-i-just-have-a-dumb

I hope you like it 😅

(…This is not a drabble. I can’t believe I wrote so much about baby ducks lol.)

Keeping Your Ducks in a Row

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It begins in the park one night.

There’s a lake, more of a glorified pond than anything else, the surface scattered with algae and lilypads. And on the shore, a nest in an ill-advised place. There is also a fox, small and sleek and hungry.

Long story short, one dead mother duck later and it’s Marko to the rescue, filling his jacket pocket with eggs while Paul makes a joke about omelettes.

Marko pushes him into the lake.

It’s fine. There’s no running water involved, so the worst that happens is Paul thrashing to the surface, spluttering and blinking furiously, carefully dishevelled hair now limp and flat, a broken lily pad on his head. Dwayne and David just about laugh themselves sick at the sight of him.

“Dude! It was a fucking joke,” Paul complains, splatting wetly back onto the shore and peeling off streams of pond weed. “You know I wouldn’t hurt your birdies.”

(A lesson learned after the Boys had decided to use the pigeons to make their game of darts more interesting. Marko had taken a look at the dead bird speared on the wall next to the dartboard and launched himself at David in a whirl of curled hair and fangs. The resulting tussle had been bloody, and scariest of all - Marko had almost won.

David jokes he still has a scar on his calf from Marko’s teeth, despite the fact that none of them scar.)

Marko takes the eggs back to the hotel with him and builds them a brightly-colored nest of fabric swatches. There are nine eggs in all, though one of them is bigger than the others. As he returns to their roost in time for dawn, he hopes they’ll be warm enough.

The following evening he wakes to David’s voice in his head. ‘Marko. One of your chickens has hatched. Come get it, it keeps squeaking at me.’

Marko’s barely-awake brain digests this for a moment before his end of their telepathic bond is swamped in excitement. He flies back through to the lobby, leaving Dwayne and Paul’s groggy, just woken-up thoughts behind him.

It’s the big egg that hatched first, and a ball of yellowy-brown fuzz is clambering over the shells of its siblings, peeping excitedly as it stares up at David, who regards it with mild interest from amid a cloud of cigarette smoke.

Marko scoops the duckling up in both hands holds it up to his face. The peeping intensifies. Marko smiles. “Look how fuzzy it is, man.”

David squeezes his shoulder. “Congratulations. On your firstborn,” he says solemnly. “You should name him Marko Junior.” Because he is small, fluffy and yellow, David didn’t need to say.

“Fuck you,” Marko says. “Maybe I’ll name him David Junior.” He immediately decides he’ll do it, just because he can.

David rolls his eyes and gives Marko a little shove. “Whatever.” Having given his vague approval, he loses interest in the proceedings and goes to sit in his wheelchair and finish his ‘morning’ smoke. All he needs is a newspaper and a cup of coffee and his old man routine will be complete, Marko thinks as the baby bird in his hands begins chirping more urgently.

David Jr. is still chirping frantically by the time the others arrive. “Aw, cute,” Paul declares, stroking the top of its head with the tip of one finger. It immediately starts trying to devour his finger. “Little guy’s hungry!” he declares, laughing.

Dwayne leans over and turns one of the other eggs. “This one’s hatching.”

And it’s not too long before they’re all hatching, and Marko finds himself with nine baby birds all cheeping up at him. David Jr. looks different from the others, he notices. They’re all shades of yellow and brown but most of the others are more dark brown on top with a yellow underside and head, but a stripe of brown across their face like winged eyeliner almost. The first chick is more yellow, with a faint dusting of brown on top and no markings on its head.

“Maybe it’s not a duck,” Dwayne suggests.

“The fuck you talking about? Of course it’s a duck,” Marko says, looking at him like he’s demented. “They’re all ducks.”

“Maybe it’s just special,” Paul says, giggling as the oldest duckling keeps pecking at his hands. It tickles.

“Of course David Jr.’s special,” Marko dismisses, leading to uproarious cackling from his brothers at the choice of name. They each insist on naming a duckling after themselves as well, but quickly lose track of which one is which because they all look the same.

Once lowered to the ground, the baby ducks trail after Marko everywhere, dogging his footsteps like a shadow. It’s cute but he has to take great care where he steps. The one exception is naturally his problematic firstborn, who, upon figuring out its land legs, immediately weaves its way across the room to the foot of David’s wheelchair where it hops at the side of his boot insistently. Marko hastily goes to retrieve it, not wanting to risk a repeat of the pigeon dartboard incident.

“Figures you’d be the problem child,” he says, sighing.

-x-

“Are you seriously taking those things to the Boardwalk with us?” Dwayne asks him later that night.

“Yes,” Marko says, feeling immediately defensive. “I can’t exactly leave them alone can I? They might fall down a hole and perish. Or one of the rats might hurt one.”

“Never come between a mother and her child Dway—ow!” Paul rubs his arm and widens his eyes at Marko in a show of being wounded. “So violent,” he remarks. “Such strong maternal instincts—hahaha!” He’s still laughing even when Marko gets him in a headlock, the two of them able to wrestle without crushing any ducklings due to the fact said ducklings are currently locked away in an old cat carrier they had lying around.

“Say my name, bitch,” Marko orders, grinding his fist into Paul’s scalp.

“Never,” Paul growls back and, because he’s a bitch, grabs the underside of Marko’s upper arm between his fingers and pinches. Hard.

“Oww! Motherfucker—!” Marko immediately goes to close his teeth on Paul’s ear, but the angle of his own arm prevents this. He releases the headlock and the two of them kick and strike at each other playfully, complete with Bruce Lee sound effects.

“Girls! You’re both pretty,” David calls out, already straddling his motorcycle and looking over his shoulder with amusement. “Now put your purses down and get on the fucking bikes.”

“Aww, knew you loved me, Davey,” Paul says and runs over, planting a wet smooch on David’s cheek.

marko memes

+the occasional paul

Yes.

Everyone should wear a crop top ESPECIALLY vampires

WHAT IS UP MY MAN PAULIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH

But Yk life is happening

I am not locked in

The middle of august?????? School starts in The Middle Of August?? WHY

May I present to you my submission for a new lost boys movie poster

WHAT IS UP MY MAN PAULIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH

But Yk life is happening

I am not locked in

The middle of august?????? School starts in The Middle Of August?? WHY