#ouat malcolm

[his-lost-one]

honestly it’s so frustrating trying to figure out how old pan actually was. my current guess is roughly 250 bc hook once said that he was in neverland for about 200 years and rumple was probably a little over 50 when he killed milah and hook decided to go to neverland and yeah idk. almost feels like too short of a timespan but idk idk. to an extent, any guesses like that are irrelevant because ✨time doesn’t pass in neverland✨ except it kinda does??? like what does it even mean for time jot to pass except for that not aging thing???

like it makes so little sense actually. because the dreamshade poison was able to travel through david’s body, so it’s obviously not completely static in terms of bodily functions and metabolism. but also that cut devin got from henry never healed like at all as far as we saw in the show, so it’s obviously not on the same level as in other realms.

so like my theory is that some type of time has to exist in neverland, otherwise everything would’ve had to have been more static, but the time in neverland is slower or at least seems slower than normal time.

another example for this is imo when wendy spent that one night in neverland the first time and was surprised that she had only been gone for a day bc she thought it was longer.

another question i have here is how old rumple is by the time the neverland arc happens bc he was never really in a situation where time was altered after his first time being on neverland and being in storybrooke (although that’s debatable bc time did still pass there but more in a soft groundhog’s day kinda way and again without aging and everything). bc if we figured out rumple’s age we could also figure out hook’s, baelfire’s, and pan’s ages with at least rough but grounded estimates.

[oautincorrectquotes]

Rumple: My papa always said that if all the other kids were jumping off a cliff, i should too.

Belle: Your father said that?.

Rumple: He was not a nurturer.

[baltears]

nothing will EVER match 2013 ouat neverlanders fandom. to me. what if this beautiful world of imagination was actually just a prison born from the mind of this evil little child god who made his own lord of the flies but worse. (except hes actually the only adult on the island bc in reality hes a predator coded abandoning dad who chose to magically retreat into the recesses of his own childhood brain rather than take care of his own son + gets off on extreme power trips and abuse.) what if wendy was locked up for 100+ years as an instrument of blackmail for her miserably immortal brothers who had to grow up without her and was then made an unwilling accomplice in the attempted murder of an innocent boy. what if all the lost boys played evil pranks forever some of which ended in death. what if we ignored the entire rest of the show and just stayed and played in this tiny beautiful sandbox until the end of time. we'll never have it so good ever again

[ask-peterpan]

heard you're name is actually Malcolm, how do you feel about that?:)

I feel nothing. Malcolm is ancient history, and Peter Pan is the here and now.

[violetfaust]

Please reblog for science.

And tell me all the write-ins!

[saveme-storybrooke-potc]

The Gold Children

(don't ask why there are so many there just is)

Baelfire/Neal Cassidy, Jane Gold and Ginger Gold

Malcolm Gold, Patrick Gold and Benjamin Gold

Melody Gold, Isabella Gold and Rosabella Gold

Gideon Maurice French-Gold

[fukia]

Pan and Henry: Episode 2

The little sparkle does indeed lead to Neverland

[rivkahwastaken]

The Peter Pan Oneshot

This has been sitting on my pc for a while so I thought I’d post some of it since some of the writing is decent. Enjoy.

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What if I told you that belief was one of the most powerful forces in existence? Growing up, different versions of belief are passed down to us. Religion, willpower, philosophy, silly childhood legends like the Tooth Fairy. No matter how different, they all came from the same place. As we grow and learn, we gradually accept what we see in front us as the honest truth, and lose our capacity for wonder. So did I. For a long time, I’ve known that all these myths are based off of some form of truth. Humans take what is real and given and let their thoughts and emotions run wild. What I never knew, was that more often than not, the truth hides in plain sight, disguised as a silly story. What I never knew, was that fate was real, and mine was interwoven with these tales. What I never knew, was that the very stories I thought I grew out of, were the truth, and that I’d come face to face with it.  

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               The town of Storybrooke looked exactly as the Shadow had expected it to. Despite the fact that it had been touched by powerful magic, it was still like any other place in this realm. After all, this was the realm without magic, and humans from this place were as boring as ever. That’s why he found himself still taking young boys back to the island, where order didn’t matter, and only what you wanted and believed in did.

           He’d had many opportunities to explore the place and observe how these unordinary people would deal with this unmagical place. He figured it out too quickly for it to be any fun. Of course, none of them believed in any form of magic, or even anything out there that could defy cold, hard logic. That was what the curse did to them. They lived in a constant cycle of waking up, working, falling asleep, repeat. The blessing of knowing such things like fairies, goblins, magic and the like exist had been stolen from them, and in being so, their happy endings had been stolen too. Perhaps he felt a small bit of sympathy for them. Because they no longer could believe in what was beyond their surroundings.

           But the Shadow was not here for Storybrooke. Even with their crazy little curse lifted, they were still a town in this realm of all, and he was not interested in it. What did interest him was the sudden arrival of something. Something strong, something pure, something important. It was almost familiar. Where had they been all this time? He couldn’t say. He had sensed it long before now. It was the main reason why the Shadow willingly went through the trouble of coming to Earth, to find it.

Yeah, the guy he worked for sent him to pick up different children for his own agenda and he complied, but there was always this feeling that drove him to do it, something beyond this other person’s self-interest. The urge to pursue this something else just wouldn’t go away no matter what. So, he went with it, discovering different children with the capabilities to believe over the centuries. Aimlessly searching. Hoping. Every time, they all turned out to be just another child. This time was different. This time, he was sure of it. It was like finding the missing corner of a treasure map, and he wanted it.  

           Coming upon the secluded little settlement, he could sense that what’d drawn him out here was not in the town itself, but a little to the south, nearing the small town very, very slowly. Luckily, the Shadow was not slow, so he took off in that direction. He had to congratulate Storybrooke. It was useful for once. If not for the location’s prominent magical properties, he’d have never found the missing piece without Storybrooke as a vantage point.

           Sweet satisfaction flowed through him as buildings dwindled away into trees, eventually revealing a small highway road cutting through the woods. He felt himself getting close. At the sight of a small speck moving at ground level, the Shadow slowed to a halt, letting himself sink lower in the air until he could get a better look at it. It was right there. He felt it.

           It was small from where he was, but a figure was walking along the side of the road towards the town. The Shadow sank down further, stopping just above the tree branches, and crept up towards the road to get a better view. A hooded flannel covered their face and wrapped around a slim build. A backpack hung on their shoulders. Boots padded silently on the asphalt. As the speck strode onward towards Storybrooke, a small bright lock of hair swayed into view from underneath the hood, just for a split second. Whoever they were, they didn’t seem like much, but there was no doubt that this stranger was who the Shadow had been spending a frustrating amount of time for. He inched closer from behind on the other side of the road, brimming with excitement. A little too close, and a little too fast.    

           Abruptly stopping, their head tilted upward, then whipped around in the Shadow’s direction. Good thing he was fast enough. He peered at her from up above, concealing himself in the pine trees. After doing a thorough 360, they began walking again, faster than they had before. The Shadow drifted along with them in the trees. A couple minutes must have passed before the stranger’s gaze began to move around. Eyes mingling with the road, the sky, the trees. A twig snapped on the ground. Flinching in response, the mysterious traveler pulled a small flashlight out and clicked it on, holding it up tightly in their fist.

           A rabbit below the Shadow stared back at the beam of light before hopping away into the brush. It was wise for the Shadow to stay still while in in the line of the target’s vision. Their eyes moved upward into the trees and narrowed, their flashlight shining directly in his face. This was the time to be still and blend in. His target wasn’t reacting rashly yet, but they shakily turned off their flashlight, keeping it in their hands as they broke into a light jog along the road.

If they weren’t going to look back, the Shadow was going to take the liberty of moving to the other side of the road again, the opposing side to the mysterious person. He wouldn’t come out though. He’d stay in the trees, lowering to nearly ground level. But he wouldn’t walk. No, he was much better at flying.

           As their jog sped up into almost a run, the Shadow’s speed matched theirs. It matched too well. Maybe it was how his white eyes stood out in the darkness. Maybe he was going too fast. Maybe the trees weren’t concealing him well enough. Maybe it was all of them. No matter what it was, the hooded head turned in his direction and looked him dead in the eyes. Trying to hide was futile now.

           The figure halted again for a second. After breathing a quick, “What the hell,” they took off into the woods across the road from him. But it wouldn’t matter how fast they sprinted through the wilderness or how many times their panicked, silvery voice called out for help. Storybrooke wasn’t for another couple of miles, and soon they would have nowhere to run.

           It wasn’t long before soon became now. Flying at full speed, the Shadow saw his target halt at the edge of the sea, with only sharp boulders below to greet them if they fell. Lucky for them, the Shadow would never let that happen.

           Glancing back at him, they started running along the rocky cliffs in a desperate attempt to put on as much distance as possible. Before they could get three steps in, the Shadow lifted them off the ground, silent against their desperate scream filling the air as they were whisked away into the night.

           It was quick, like it always was. First, they flew further and further out into the sky, wind picking up to hurricane speeds until there was no more wind to blow. Eventually, they’d gone so far out, they got so close to the stars, you would begin to see them pass by like dots of dust in the air. Then they were enveloped in a misty darkness, swirling around them like a cyclone, eventually beginning to thin and shape out into a dark, flat line. As the dark mist faded away, stars appeared into view again and reflected back on themselves perfectly from the lower side of the fine line of darkness. As they moved along, a mass of land rose up above where the sky met the sea, growing rapidly in size as they neared at a fast pace. Only a few more seconds to get past the water and to the beach, lower to the surface.

           The Shadow glanced down at his guest of honor, wide eyes looking back up, filled with bewildered panic. He released his grip on soft hands and disappeared into the jungle.

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           Muffled voices tugged on my conscious, finally making me crack one eye open. Something was moving around on the ground next to me, but I couldn’t quite make out what through the haze in my vision and my dizzy conscience. While seconds ticked by, my focus moved in and out, drowning out most of the conversation happening above me with the exception of a few words every couple seconds.  

           “…Slow down…” A throaty voice with a nervous edge to it.  

           “…We made it…” A higher, sweeter voice, maybe belonging to a woman.

           “Are you sure…my mom…”

           “…Any clock towers…from Storybrooke…”

           “…Can get here again…”

           “We’re not in the Enchanted Forest…”

Then came the pain. A small groan escaped from my lips in response. Aching shot from my legs up to my head in waves that varied in severity. My whole body hurt like I’d just taken a beating or fallen off a cliff.

           “Hey! Hey are you alright-”

           “…Away from…”

           “…Need our help!”

           “…Greg…Just let him…Might be able to help…” Something grabbed my shoulder and shook violently. Then there was a high-pitched voice that felt much closer in proximity than it was. It was a child’s voice.

           “Hey! Are you okay?” Forcing my body to roll over and sit up, propping myself up by the elbows, I finally got a good look at what was going on. Brown eyes looked right back at me, contrasting to very light toned skin. A dark jacket and a red scarf hugged his body. Dark, short, wet hair fell over his head. Why was his hair wet? He spoke again, “What happened to you? Are you okay?”

           I took my time sitting up, letting out a pained sigh.

           “What do you…” My question started out barely even a whisper, so I cleared my throat and tried again. “What’d you mean?” I asked the young boy groggily. Feeling some kind of tickling sensation down on my forearms, I looked down at them and saw sand caked all along them. “Oh, god what happened to me?” I began to start wiping the sand off my arms.

           “That’s what I was wondering.” When I looked back at him, the boy’s face had turned into a look of concern.

           “Greg.” The woman’s voice from before cut into our conversation. She was a dark-skinned lady with long, damp hair falling over her back like a black curtain and a fancy beige coat over jeans and designer boots. Around her neck was a rose-colored, skinny scarf. Holding out what looked like a walkie-talkie, her chocolate eyes were darkened with concern. “I’m not getting a status light on this.”

           The man, assumingly Greg, walked over and took the radio from her.

           “There are actual batteries in this thing, right?” When he popped the battery compartment open, grains of dirt sprinkled out and spilled out onto the beach. Silence and regret filled the moment that followed.

           “What the hell is this? A toy?” The lady snatched the radio away and glared at it, then at Greg, then at nothing.

           “It’s a good thing the home office can help us, right?” The boy said with a peculiar form of sarcasm in his tone. Greg’s face hardened. He quickly made his way over to me, narrowing his eyes down at me and crossing his arms once he stopped a couple feet away.

           He was a tall man with fair skin and a dirty blonde buzz cut on his head, the hairline clearly receding earlier than he hoped. He had tired blue eyes under furrowed eyebrows. He was wearing a navy, button-up dress shirt and a pair of jeans with a black belt around his waist, accompanied by dull-looking sneakers on his feet.  

           “Can you stand?” I pushed myself onto my feet, wiping any stray grains of sand off my hands. The pain in my body had receded to my back and my head, pulsating in gentle throbs against my skull. Rubbing my temple, I stood up straight, balancing on my two feet once more. He replied with a single nod. “Then let’s get moving.” I raised my eyebrows.

           “Where?”

           “Inland.” A panicked form of confusion washed over me.

           “Wait. Where even are we? Last time I was awake I…” Then it all came rushing back to me. Dark woods. Twigs snapping. Shuffling in the trees. Empty white eyes. But I’d just woken up, it all could’ve been a dream, right?

           If it was a dream, what was I doing here?

           Greg didn’t give me much time to say anything before he stepped up to me and started to say something with an interesting amount of conviction in his tone. “Look kid, we’re going through a lot of trouble to do our jobs and we don’t want to leave you here, but we will if we have to.”

           “This is not a place you want to be alone in,” The woman added on from behind him. The young boy reached out for me, queueing my instincts to make me take a step back. He noticed, his hand frozen. The concern on his face deepened.  

           “Well?” Greg’s stare didn’t let up for a second. I couldn’t even begin to think of a response. Last time I was awake I was on my way to some town in the middle of nowhere, nothing but money and survival on my mind. Then I get taken in the night by some strange dark figure in the shadows and thrown on a beach like a ragdoll, which I didn’t even know how to process. After that, I don’t know where I am or who these people are and they expected me to just shrug it off and go on their little adventure?

           “Fine,” Greg said after a long pause. He turned and pushed the kid towards a jungle behind us. “Walk.” The boy glared back at him.

           “Whatever.” Staying behind for only a second to give me one last chance, the woman followed Greg and the boy.

           Humidity hung in the surrounding air, thick and heavy, clinging to every inch of me. Where I was, the width of the beach didn’t stretch long at all. So, on the other side of the sand towered a line of trees that marked the border of a jungle. Massive trunks, with leaves I’d never seen before where I was from, overlapped one another in great proportions as the shadows of nighttime blackened them, making it appear more mysterious than it already was.

           I gently smacked my lips together several times, finally noticing the dryness in my mouth, stretching all the way down my throat. Growing up in the city, I rarely had to excessively worry about basic human needs such as food or shelter, but in that moment, water was the only thing on my mind. Where would I find some though? The salt water would obviously not be of help.

High pitched noises from bugs emanated from the direction of the forest, and if I hadn’t been in these circumstances, I’d have almost found it calming. It almost felt like the mass of trees were calling to me, daring me to venture in and see if I could make it out.

           Still, make no mistake, the forest was dangerous. I didn’t hike much in my life, but that didn’t mean I was stupid enough to think this place was safe. But soon, my justified confusion over the recent current of events turned putty in me as it became a much more primal emotion. Fear.

The dark waters of the ocean stared back at me, layered waves crashing onto the shore, eventually bubbling up into foam as it reached a couple feet away before pulling back for another lap. Stars stretched out over the sky, which eventually traveled down and met a straight line with the darkened waters of the ocean.

Something round bobbed out of the water, a little beyond the waves. I squinted to get a better look at it and stumbled backwards in panic when bright yellow eyes glared at me. Get away from it, my conscience yelled, white empty eyes flashing in my mind again. A howl echoed throughout the area. Then another joined in. And another. Wolves.

Suddenly, dealing with Greg compared to what threats would arise without company sounded much more appealing. I didn’t know much about surviving in the wilderness. Between creepy glowing eyes accompanied by the threat of wolves followed by dying of thirst and a couple people in the forest who made little sense but at least wanted to help me, my mind was made up.

I dashed into the undergrowth after the young boy, Greg, and the woman. Discomfort bloomed in my chest at the forest around me as it swallowed me up, but I kept moving forward until I heard rustling in the brush up ahead. When I glanced over in the direction of the shuffling, I saw damp hair and a beige coat push a mass of vines out of her way to move through the forestation. I hiked up behind her, clearing my throat. Once she glanced back at me, a look of understanding donned her features.

           “Good choice,” Her voice held a grim tone. Then she turned her back to me, beginning to move through the dense greenery again. She stopped abruptly, almost having ran into the young boy in front. She shoved him forward gently by the shoulder. “Keep going, kid.”

           “Do you know where we are?” I called from the back, pushing a glossy mass of leaves out of my way as I moved along. The lady answered me quickly.

           “Neverland.” My eyes widened into a bewildered frown, feeling a mix of confusion and offense swirl in me.

           “Uh…is that some kinda code name for something?” The lady sent a look at me.

           “No.”

           “Uh-huh…” I couldn’t let go of my skeptical tone. What’re you supposed to say to something like that? This was obviously a serious situation. A serious answer would’ve been nice.  “Well…I don’t suppose you know a place to get some water?” She halted in response and pulled her backpack over to her side to open it and pulled out a translucent, cylindrical water bottle, proceeding to hand it over to me.

           “Here you go.” In the moment I was too thankful for water to worry about her strange answers to my questions. I grabbed the water bottle, unscrewed the lid and downed large gulps of liquid, feeling it run through my body, replenishing me bit by bit. Thank goodness.

           When I was done drinking, only about a quarter of the bottle remained. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I screwed the lid close again, holding it out for her. She snatched it back, buried it in her backpack, and started moving again.

           “I don’t know how long I was on that beach. Hopefully we can find a place with more water along the way.”

           “It’s okay, kid. We can get more. There’re rivers here.” That remark had earned another confused frown from me, though she couldn’t see it with her back to me as we hiked. How screwed were we if we had to resort to rivers for water?

We trekked through the forest for a little while before Greg had us stop in a small clearing. Greg pushed the boy into a sitting position by the crook of his neck over an abandoned fire pit. Only then did I notice that his hands were bound by white rope. They weren’t bound on the beach. I remembered that much. We were lost in the woods and they were tying this kid’s wrists together like he was dangerous to them. It was illogical. Then something struck me. If this was their job like Greg had preached about earlier, I wanted to know more about it.  

           “Why is he tied up like some kind of prisoner?” Greg answered me with a stern look.

           “Keep asking questions and we will leave you behind this time.” My stare deepened into a callous glare at him.

           “Why? Do you have something to hide?” I didn’t hide the hint of aggression in my voice. I narrowed my eyes. “Got something to say?” He glared back. After a pause, he replied.

           “Yes. You and Tamara are gonna gather any dry leaves around here you can find. Do it if you want to survive this place.” If he had left out that last part, I might have walked right out of there, or worse, but I wanted to survive, so I complied hoping he knew what he was doing.

Regardless of my cooperation, I didn’t have a one-track mind. I was suspicious of them now and I would not let go of it until I was sure they weren’t dangerous. He pulled a box of matches out of his pocket.

“We’ve got a fire to build,” then he looked at Tamara, “I’ll watch him. Go.”

           It wasn’t long before Greg was kneeling over a small firepit that obviously hadn’t been used in ages. Before any of the firewood that Tamara and I brought back, only a thin pile of burnt, blackened remains had been resting in the small circle of stones that marked the edge of the pit. He struck up a match and tossed it into the leaves.

           I’d gone about my task as quietly as I could, trying to sneak glances back at Greg or Tamara when they weren’t looking. Once I brought enough leaves back, I’d chosen to sit down close to the fire, next to the young boy. I hid it, but the longer I stayed, the more defensive I felt. I found my eyes on Tamara or Greg, trying to observe their every move, but the boy started speaking to me, so I had to multitask.

           “I’m Henry, by the way.” His face curved up into a kind smile, the precious kind of smile that a kid gave you and made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. He seemed like many kids, the kind that didn’t like to do their homework or eat their vegetables and still got injured doing something stupid in the house that mom yelled at them not to do, but had a smile that could lift your spirits effortlessly. It was hard to hate kids like that, which was most kids. I hoped his smile was genuine.  

           “Nice to meet you, Henry.”

           “What’s your name?”

           “Evie.” I whispered. He frowned.

           “Why are we whispering?”

“It’s nice to meet you.” I said loudly. I bent my neck slightly, my head tilting in the direction of Tamara adjacent to us, then shook my head. Hopefully he’d get the message. I wasn’t about to give Greg and Tamara my name while I didn’t trust them. Then I let my eyes float back over to Greg and Tamara again as Greg searched for a good stoking stick and Tamara dried her hair. Guard, up.

Then an idea pulled me out of my mission, making me turn my head back to Henry. I hoped he might tell me a different answer from Tamara, because if anything, this kid didn’t seem to be on their side. Maybe he’d give me a truthful answer about where I’d ended up.  

           “Henry?”

           “Yeah?”

           “Where are we?”

           “Neverland.”

           I rubbed my hand over my forehead. I should’ve known better than to ask the little kid, “I was hoping for a serious answer.”

           “That was a serious answer.” I had nothing to say to that, so I stared out into space, trying to forget any of this was happening and maybe just relax. But he started speaking again, pulling me out of limbo.

“There aren’t very many ways to get here,” The expression on his face was something in between concern and curiosity, “You’re definitely from the same place I am. How did you get here?” I narrowed my eyes and stared into the firepit, contemplating whether I wanted to relive the horror from before.  

“I don’t want to talk about it.” The weak flames of the campfire began to downgrade into embers.

“Are you from Storybrooke?”

“No. I was on my way there though, and then I ended up here instead.”

“What do you mean my tha…” I interrupted him. Shaking my head at him, I motioned for Henry to pay attention. Any moment could be a moment for him to escape.

Greg leaned down and started blowing on the leaves, feeding the flames. In response to the oxygen supply, they began to jump up higher, finally surpassing the height of the firewood.

“Hopefully we can signal the Home Office that we’re here. We can’t finish this if we can’t find them.” Tamara’s expression turned grim at Greg’s words.

“What if that’s not enough?” She began, “What if that communicator sham wasn’t an accident?” Greg frowned at her, then spoke.

“Hey, don’t listen to the kid. He’s trying to get into your head.”

Rustling leaves and footsteps cut off the commotion. A cloaked boy stepped out from behind the brush. And another one. And another one. It was a swarm of them, all carrying various stone age weapons. I was up on my feet immediately, helping Henry get up.

“Who are you?”

“We’re the Home Office,” The tallest one answered Greg in a mocking tone with a dangerous looking club resting on his shoulder. Blonde locks fell over his face in wild side bangs, blue eyes flashing with danger. A red scar ran over his face, stretching from his mid cheek to the bridge of his nose. If I’d asked, I was sure there’d be quite a story behind that mark. His face spread into a threatening smile. “Welcome to Neverland.”

“The Home Office is a bunch of teenagers?”

“They’re not teenagers. They’re the Lost Boys.”

“Look at that,” the scarred boy’s reply almost sounded like a congratulations to Henry.

Henry frowned. “Why do the Lost Boys want to destroy magic?”

“Who said we wanna destroy magic?”

“That was our mission,” Greg cut in.

“So you were told.” The tall guy’s gaze floated around for a second before it landed directly on Henry. “Now, the boy. Hand him over.” Tamara crossed her arms and came up next to Greg.

“Not until you tell us the plan. For magic, for getting home.” Something felt familiar about the direction this conversation was going. Watch enough action movies and “bad guys” turning on each other becomes predictable. But even more so, Henry seemed to be the catalyst in all of it. Some kind of bargaining chip. A target. He was a prisoner and a child. I wasn’t a hero, but it was instinctual for me to feel protective over a kid who seemed to be nothing but collateral to the eyes of adults.

I poked Henry to get his attention. His eyes looked up at mine and I took a step back from the other bodies in the clearing.

“You’re not getting home.” The blond boy answered Greg without a hint of mischief on his face. An ominous silence passed through the air. He was being honest, like a magician revealing all his tricks. As though he tricked them.

“Then you’re not getting the boy.” Taking another step back, I sent an alarmed look at Henry. When he glanced back at me, he seemed to get the message. It was time to run.

The blond boy let out an arrogant chuckle in response. “Of course we are.” Something in between a gasp and a roar sounded from up above, and white eyes came at Greg, reaching its limb inside him and pulling out something dark and translucent. This was it. I tore my gaze away from Greg, trying to forget what I’d just witnessed and let the animal inside me break loose. The animal that would do anything and everything to survive, just like always.

I took off into the trees, trying to get us the fastest head start possible from this massacre. I heard something slump on the ground back towards the campfire as we went running into the woods. Then I heard footsteps close behind mine. A quick glance behind me told me it was Henry, following me.

“Get the boy.”

Loud, collective footsteps followed Henry and I as we breezed past trees and underbrush. Over the whooping and howling from what I assumed were the feral boys we’d just ran into, a high-pitched scream echoed behind us, and I knew instantly it had to be Tamara.

“Was that…?”

“Yep! Keep running!” I answered Henry, pulling him along by the ropes on his hands. I stopped and pushed him in front of me. They wanted him, not me. Better if I’m in back. I could handle it. I started running again, this time right behind Henry. A snapping sound echoed through the air, and then an arrow whistled past my head, right through my hair, making it woosh over my back.

My eyes followed the line of fire back to a cloaked figure, a mask covering the bottom half of his face, a bow in his hand aimed right at me. He reached over his shoulder for another arrow, and I pushed Henry forward again. Thankfully, the thickening forest must have disturbed the archer’s view of us because there weren’t more arrows.

“Go!” We got a little further into the forest before Henry tripped over a bulge in the ground. I was lucky not to have run into him. When I held my hand out for Henry, before he could take it, another hand reached out and grabbed it, pulling him up and over behind a dirt mound to the left. I immediately followed hastily, ready for a fight before I saw him kneeling next to Henry, listening.

Footsteps loudened and then softened. A shriek sounded nearby. “Where’d he go?”  

The boy who pulled Henry aside pulled his hood down. He looked to be about the same age as me, though he wasn’t much taller than I was. Maybe a couple inches height difference. Angelic facial features looked down at Henry, eyes matching the green of the forest with a silvery hue from the moonlight. Short, thick, tawny locks curled over his forehead into wild bangs, giving him a look of innocence.

“Pan’s forces are in tune with every grain of sand on the island,” A smoky voice with an elegant British accent rolled off from his lips in a serious tone. “We must be careful.” He bent down, picked up a jagged-looking stone, and moved his hands down to Henry’s rope bindings.

“A-are you a lost boy?” Henry asked.

“I was,” he exhaled sharply as he sawed the ropes off of Henry’s wrists, letting the stone drop to the ground, “But I escaped. Now they’re after me too.”

“How? What happened?”

“No time for questions.” At first that response made me suspicious. But I suppose it made sense with armed boys scouring all over the island for us now with some crazy white-eyed demon on their side, which I still didn’t fully understand.

Then he looked my way, as if finally noticing me. Something sparked to life in his eyes and then died as quickly as it came. Could I tell if it was something malevolent or evil? No. I could not. It was only there for a second, but a second was long enough for me to see it. It was something, and it was ambiguous as far as I was concerned. That was reason enough to put my guard up.

And here out of reach from public authority, if someone kills, they kill. If someone dies, they die. There’s no one to punish anybody for committing something unethical out here. There was no right and wrong, and I would be an idiot to expect that from anybody I met here, even if they appeared friendly to me at first. Like with Henry, this guy might have been nice now, but he lived a life as complex as my own. He didn’t have to look evil to be evil.

“She’s stuck here too. We all need to get out of here.” Henry cut in, referring to me. The boy nodded hesitantly in my direction, then looked back at Henry.

“Alright. We must keep moving. Come on.” He stood up, pulled Henry onto his feet and pushed him through the trees, following behind closely. Getting out of here was the best thing I’d heard someone suggest since I got here, wherever we were, so I hurried along after them.

The running just wouldn’t end. Every time we slowed down a little, footsteps would grow louder or we’d hear voices nearby, clearly belonging to young boys. So here we were, Henry, mystery boy, and me bringing up the rear as we ran through the jungle from a bunch of teenagers. Eventually it got to a point where we hadn’t heard any voices for a long while and the only footsteps we were hearing were our own.

We slowed to a halt in a small clearing of boulders towering over us. Henry and I panted loudly, mystery boy letting out a small huff. He must have been out here for a while to have stamina like that. Or then again maybe Henry and I were just out of shape. I couldn’t tell what was under the boy’s cloak. He had simple brown, tattered pants tucked into tall boots, but under his violet-hued cloak, I couldn’t see the upper half of his body.  

“I think we lost them.” He whispered.

“Okay, can we rest for a minute?” Henry requested. Mystery boy nodded hesitantly. I rested my hands on my knees, letting my breaths slow down while Henry rested on a smaller rock.

“You’re new. Did the Shadow take you too?” My eyes went wide, as if he’d said a familiar name in a crowd of strangers. A Shadow? White eyes stared me down from my memories.

“No, I was kidnapped by some people who work for Pan.” The boy exhaled sharply in response to Henry, apology in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, but I had questions of my own and I was itching to get them out. “If he sent for you, he wants you, and if he wants you, he will get y-“

“Excuse me?” His irises flickered over to me, darkened by the shade of the trees. “What’s this about a shadow?” He stared at me for a couple seconds instead of answering me immediately like he’d answered Henry.

Thunder boomed in the distance, white flashes concentrating in the sky a long way away over the water.

Then his eyes moved to look behind me, alarm growing in his eyes. My heartbeat quickened again when Henry started to get up very slowly.

“What?” I whispered. But I felt I already knew what they were going to tell me. The boys backed away from me slowly, their hands up in the air like they’d been caught at a crime scene.

“Behind you!” Henry gasped.

When I spun around, eight very large eyes stared back down at me. Then it lunged at me with its giant fangs.

No time for questions. This was life or death. I was lucky to have dodged it, even if I had to throw myself to the ground at my left side to get out of the way. It knocked the wind out of me, and that hurts, but it was either that or something much worse.

Because I’d been able to dodge it, the giant spider ended up chomping down on the boulder behind me, severing most of it off in big chunks, which fell in between me and the boys. The bug quickly crawled onto the rubble and roared at me, back turned to Henry and mystery dude. They were definitely panicking over on the other side, though I couldn’t see them. But their hysterical shouts made it through the spider’s angry noises even if I couldn’t decipher them into words. I could only make out one word from Henry.

Run.

And that’s exactly what I did.

[justanoutlawfic]

And for these men, may it just be another Sunday

[hjbirthdaywishes]

September 13, 2022

Happy 27 Birthday to Robbie Kay. 

[parlapina]

Ok, so, i rewatched ouat (yes, again.) And came to the conclusion that a spin-off about Neverland would have been more "useful" than the Wonderland's one, and i'm not saying this cause i think that the Neverland arc was better, I do but that's not the point but because I think that there are so many things that were left undone or without a good explanation.

These are some:

• tinkerbell

Apart from the fact that she disappeared after a while, one thing that i never understood was her "relationship" i don't wanna to call it like that but ok with Peter Pan; Is told that Peter Pan trusts her but we never see them interact and we are not even told how she gained such trust.

• Felix knew about Rumple

we know that Felix knew that Rumple was Pan's son, this mean that he also knew about Malcolm? Right? Right. So my questions are: why did they never talked about it before? Why did Pan told Felix about Rumple? What would he gain by having Felix knowing about his son?

• rumple know Felix (?)

Even if Felix knew Rumple thanks to Peter Pan, why Rumple seem to know him? The last time he saw his father he didn't knew anything about the Lost Boys (not the ones that are on Neverland in that moment), what has changed since then?

• Rufio

In this episode while hook and Felix are fighting there is a reference to the movie "Hook" (1991), so there's not much to say, except that there is, like- why would you put a line like that only for ignore it and not telling us anything about how did it happen in the ouat universe.

• why isn't Felix dancing?

Why isn't Felix dancing when Pan is playing the pipes? They attract everyone who feels unloved, does this mean that Felix feels loved? Probably yes, since that he say that Neverland is the only home that he needs, but this still don't really make sense.

• the Lost Boys that were left on Neverland

In season 6 we see the Lost Boys what were left on Neverland but these scenes are truly disconnected from the Neverland arc that we see in season 3, first cause is not realistic at all that they were left there (there's no way Snow and Emma would ever let them), but even if they did it makes no sense if you think about Felix, surely he would have wanted to be left in Neverland if there had been a chance. "But it's for the plot!" I don't care.

[v-o-i-d-e-d]

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non-con

anything to do with piss

large age gaps/ageplay

smut for characters under 18

crossover au

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mlm relationships (it's not my place to write what I haven't experienced)

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Characters/fandoms I write for:

Titanic (1997)~

Jack Dawson

Rose DeWitt Bukater

OUAT~

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Peter Pan

Henry Mills

Supernatural~

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Marvel~

Loki

Thor

Doctor Strange

Tony Stark

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Peter Parker (All three of them)

Wade Wilson

Wolverine

Peter Maximoff (Pietro only by request if I feel like it. I don't like him that much)

Star Wars~

Han Solo

Luke Skywalker

Leia Organa

Rey Skywalker (Argue with the wall)

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Poe Dameron

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Ashoka Tano

Din Djarin

Cassian Andor

Jyn Erso

Star Trek (The JJ Abrams version)~

James Kirk

Spock

Pavel Chekov

Dr. Leonard McCoy

Khan

House M.D.~

Gregory House

Allison Cameron

Robert Chase

Doctor Who~

10th Doctor

11th Doctor

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

River Song

The Hunger Games~

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Haymitch Abernathy

Young Coriolanus Snow (don't start with me)

Johanna Mason

Harry Potter~

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Remus Lupin (Mauraders and Golden Era)

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

My Babysitter's a Vampire~

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Rory Keaner

Erica Jones

Sarah Fox

Top Gun/Maverick~

Pete Mitchell

Bradley Bradshaw

Jake Seresin

Gilmore Girls~

Lorelai Gilmore

Rory Gilmore

Jess Mariano

Miscellaneous~

Indiana Jones

Yancy

Wilford Warfstache

Darkiplier

Marty McFly

Ferris Bueller

Cameron Frye

Malcolm Bright/Whitly

~this is just a preliminary line up and more characters will be added~

All my works will use feminine descriptors and pronouns unless specified in the request. Feel free to send in a request and I'll be sure to get to it as quick as I can!

[ask-peterpan]

Who were the spinsters you left your son with?

The old crones were close acquaintances of the woman Malcolm knew as wife. The lad was well cared for, and that was more than enough.

[his-lost-one]

my favourite hypothetical ouat au will always be one where pan/neverland also got cursed in season one bc the potential is just so juicy tbh, especially if the focus is on the cursed versions a lot

like first of all the lost boys as just some teenagers who cause trouble in storybrooke? that sounds so fun. i need to see the shenanigans pan would make felix cause !!! the pranks devin would play on their teachers !!! just in general all the bullshit they’d do xD

because i feel like most of that would just be harmless pranks, but sometimes the facade of what they were like on neverland would shine through when they’d take some pranks too far and there wouldn’t be any remorse - i mean, it’s pan, so duh - but you know?? that could be turned into something edgy so easily !!!

and maybe wendy would be in the same class as them and she’d like try to stay out of the guys’ way maybe out of self preservation or fear or just instinct from memories she doesn’t remember.

and maybe at the end of it all, they’d just be classmates during the curse. or maybe they would sense that something’s off, there’s more to all of this - just like when graham started remembering bits and pieces before he died. maybe pan would’ve expected all this and somehow implemented a way to get his memories back like rumple.

i mean imagine that- some random high school delinquent suddenly remembers that he’s a magical supervillain infamous across realms. the CHAOS potential. (and henry would be in so much danger lmao)

or maybe pan didn’t anticipate anything and so rumple has to live at least a few weeks or months just knowing that this random trouble making high school student is… well. you know. his dad lmao.

like that would throw off the whole dynamic in s1 so much. especially because i can imagine rumple almost assuming that pan knows (regardless if he actually does).

and then there’s tinkerbell. who would she be in storybrooke? what would her name be? maybe she’d be a former nun (*cough cough*) who then got a job at the school? or maybe she’d have a house somewhere in the woods, a bit away from the main part of town. maybe a bit like zelena’s farm house. i could imagine tink being an author and a loner. who would try to stay away from most people in town, but especially the nuns and mother superior.

maybe someone would ask her at some point why she’s not a nun anymore and like with others when asked about their curse past, she’d be surprised that she’s struggling to remember- it’s all fuzzy. she’s not sure. all she knows is… there was something with the mayor and then she was thrown out of the covenant. she barely even questions why she doesn’t remember.

and actually i want to get back to the lost boys + wendy. bc like to have them be students at storybrooke’s local high school as their cursed selves is one thing, but that’s not enough. where would they actually live? i was thinking, maybe in this au the nuns run a local orphanage and they all live there. obviously pan wouldn’t be happy there, so he’d cause even more trouble i think, but i think wendy would be even more miserable there. she probably doesn’t know why, but for some reason, she’s just always on edge and somewhat scared around pan and his “friends” (are they even friends??? who’s to say?). ofc it’d be because of their past on neverland but none of them would know that and idk. i just think it’d be a fun dynamic.

anyway- i feel like felix, devin and wendy would keep their own names in storybrooke, but idk what tink and pan would be called.

well. hm. maybe tink would get something something like Kelly Bell? kelly because green (which is what the blue fairy called her) and bell bc. yk. tinkerBELL. not exactly the most creative name, but it’s a start ig. idk- shdjjdkdjf

pan might get his name malcolm back and maybe he’d just be malcolm pan- even if that’s kinda a weird last name. or maybe pan and rumple’s cursed selves would be related just like their original selves, just in a different way ofc- so maybe he’d be malcolm gold? but then what would the relation actually be?

i think it’d be funny if it was just the other way around - like malcolm is mr gold’s “son” lmfao. rumple would be SO upset about that when he gets his memories back and it would honestly make the family tree even messier. or maybe it’d be left vague like malcolm is just some distant relative but beyond the name they have nothing in common? that would have potential too but it feels like a more distant idea so idk shdkbskfhf

and one more thing. rufio and hook would ofc not be there in storybrooke, since we all know that hook was with cora and rufio is presumed dead, but maybe they would be present in some cursed memories? like the lost boys have memories of a guy who used to be a classmate of theirs or even a friend called rufio who eventually died because of a one handed drunk driver lol. obviously when they’d get asked about the details no one would quite know, just like always with the curse. but snippets like that could be there. maybe pan would remember some sailor he talked to vaguely and maybe he’d even recognise hook, but he also couldn’t recall any details. also the sailor part would fit bc storybrooke does actually have docks and the like. idk i think the curse giving them such funky and fuzzy memories has potential too. especially if the timeline got changed even more so that maybe hook and cora end up in storybrooke before the curse is even broken. wouldn’t that be fun?

[taleswritten]

Under the cut is a list of muses I have for those who can’t open the google doc. Note: the google doc has detailed information about them so if you can, please open it up.

Bold is primary, italic is secondary, regular is by request.

TVD/TO/LEGACIES:

ELENA GILBERT

KATHERINE PEIRCE

DAMON SALVATORE

ALARIC SALTZMAN

LIZZIE SALTZMAN

josie saltzman

caroline forbes

bonnie bennett

Klaus Mikaelson

FINAL FANTASY:

CLOUD STRIFE (ff7r)

aeirth (ff7 remake)

tifa (ff7 remake)

Jill Warrick (ff16)

Clive Rosfield (ff16)

snow villiers

THIRTEEN REASON’S WHY:

Justin Foley

Bryce Walker

Jessica Davis

Clay Jenson

911/911 LONE STAR:

ATHENA GRANT

MADDIE BUCKLEY

OWEN STRAND

TK STRAND

GRACE RYDER

AHS:

Brooke Thompson

Montanna Duke

donovan

BBC SHERLOCK:

SHERLOCK HOLMES

BRIDGERTON:

Simon Bassett

Daphne Bridgerton

kate sharma/bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

BTVS/ATS

Buffy Summers

CORDELIA CHASE

CAOS:

SABRINA SPELLMAN

ONE CHICAGO:

natalie manning

JAY HALSTEAD

ADAM RUZEK

KIM BURGESS

Hank Voight

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

DAREDEVIL:

MATT MURDOCK

DEXTER:

DEXTER MORGAN

DCTV:

SARA LANCE

JOHN CONSTANTINE

SPOONER

EUPHORIA:

JULES VAUGHN

RUE BENNETT

FROM DUSK TIL DAWN:

Seth Gecko

Kate Fuller

GOOD GIRLS:

BETH BOLAND

Greys’ Anatomy:

meredith grey

JO WILSON

CARINA DELUCA

Ameila Shepard

GAME OF THRONES:

DANY

Jon Snow

Sansa Stark

NCB HANNIBAL:

WILL GRAHAM

HAUNTING OF BLY MANNER:

DANI CLAYTON

PETER QUINT

HEMLOCK GROVE

PETER RUMANCEK

HTGAWM:

CONNOR WALSH

LAW AND ORDER SVU:

OLIVIA BENSON

Elliot Stabler

kathleen stabler

alex cabot

casey novak

LOST GIRL:

BO DENNIS

LUCIFER:

CHLOE DECKER

lucifer morningstar

mazikeen

MINDHUNTER:

Holden Ford

POSE:

ANGEL EVANGALISTA

BLANCA EVANGALISTA

PRODIGAL SON:

MALCOLM BRIGHT

RIVERDALE:

ARCHIE ANDREWS

BETTY COOPER

TONI TOPAZ

CHERYL BLOSSOM

FP Jones

JUGHEAD JONES

ROSWELL NEW MEXICO:

MAX EVANS

LIZ ORTECHO

STRANGER THINGS:

NANCY WHEELER

BILLY HARGROVE (BILLY’S TATTOOS POST SEASON THREE HERE )

STATION 19:

Vic Hughes

SUPERNATURAL:

Dean Winchester

THE MAGICIANS:

ELIOT WAUGH

MARGO HANSON

THE WITCHER (GAME, TV SHOW, AND BOOK MIXED MEDIA):

GERALT (please note, geralt has cat-eyes. not the eyes we see in the show. if you need a visual, think game geralt)

CIRI

TRUE BLOOD:

SOOKIE STACKHOUSE

TARA THORTON

jessica hamby

JASON STACKHOUSE

SAM MERLOTTE

WYNONNA EARP:

WYNONNA EARP

WAVERLY EARP

NICOLE HAUGHT

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

KLAUS HARGREEVES

ALLISON HARGREEVES

VAN HELSING:

Vanessa Van Helsing

YOU:

BECK

JOE GOLDBERG

LOVE QUINN

THEO

FORTY QUINN

DCU:

WONDER WOMAN/DIANA PRINCE

HARLEY QUINN (au verse 1 here)

DESCENDANTS:

HARRY HOOK

MAL BERTHA

EVIE GRIMHILDE

MCU:

DEADPOOL/WADE WILSON

EDDIE BROCK/VENOM

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA

WANDA MAXIMOFF

BUCKY BARNES

NATASHA ROMANOFF

YELENA BELOVA

THOR

LOKI

MICHAEL MORBIUS

Peter Parker (the amazing spiderman)

POTC:

CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW

ASSASSIN’S CREED SERIES:

JACOB FRYE

EVIE FRYE

EIVOR

KASSANDRA

DETRIOT BECOME HUMAN:

Connor

DRAGON AGE:

MORRIGAN

FENRIS

GARRETT HAWKE

MARIAN HAWKE

CYBERPUNK:

V (both male and v, both streetkid and corpo)

JOHNNY SILVERHAND

JUDY ALVAREZ

LAST OF US:

joel miller

ELLIE

LEGEND OF ZELDA:

LINK

RESIDENT EVIL:

ADA WONG

LEON KENNEDY (previously traumamade)

ETHAN WINTERS

LADY DIMITRESCU

Claire Redfield

dimitrescu daughters

TOMB RAIDER:

LARA CROFT

UNCHARTED:

NATHAN DRAKE

BLEACH:

ichigo kurosaki

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

VAMPYR:

JOHNATHAN REID

BLACK BUTLER:

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

BLUE EXORCIST

RIN OKAMARU

HELLSING:

SERAS VICTORIA

INTEGRA HELLSING

NARUTO:

NARUTO UZUMAKI

TSUNADE

SEVEN DEADLY SINS:

BAN

VAMPIRE KNIGHT:

yuuki cross/kuran

ZERO KIYRUU

OUAT:

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

SOA:

JAX TELLER

VENUS

GEMMA TELLER

WHITE COLLAR:

Neal Caffrey

FAR CRY:

FAITH SEED

NEW AMSTERDAM:

MAX GOODWIN

CRUELLA:

CRUELLA DE VILLE

MASS EFFECT:

JOHN SHEPARD

JANE SHEPARD

KAIDAN

SAMARA

KASUMI

MIRANDA

DOCTOR WHO:

rose tyler

GOSSIP GIRL REBOOT:

ZOYA LOTT

MAX WOLFE

DOOM PATROL:

JANE

LARRY TRAINOR

A WAY OUT:

LEO CARUSO

CASTLE:

RICHARD CASTLE

BITTEN:

ELENA MICHAELS

TEEN WOLF:

CHRIS ARGENT

ALLISON ARGENT

SCOTT MCCALL

LYDIA MARTIN

STILES STILINSKI

THE FLASH:

BARRY ALLEN

NORA WEST ALLEN

BART WEST ALLEN

IRIS WEST

CAITLYN SNOW

KILLER FROST

SUCKERPUNCH

BABY DOLL

SHADOW HUNTERS

ISABELLE

ALEC

HOUSE OF ASHES

JASON

THE MEDIUM

MARIANNE

THE LAST KINGDOM

UHTRED RAGNARSON

Iseult

MOON KNIGHT

STEVEN GRANT/MARC

FIRST KILL

Calliope Burns

Juliette Fairmont.

THE QUARRY

Kaityln Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Laura Kearny

THE SANDMAN

Dream/Morpheus

INTEVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Louis De Pointe

Claudia

HORIZON SERIES

Aloy

THE VAMPIRE ACADEMY (TV SERIES)

Rose Hathaway

NETFLIX’S WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Enid Sincliar

DAYS GONE

Deacon St. John

QUEEN CHARLOTTE - A BRIDGERTON STORY

Queen Charlotte

MAYFAIR WITCHES

Rowan Fielding

Critical Role (currently caught up to episode 97 and both seasons of the animated show)

Vax

Vex

Keylith

THE EVIL WITHIN

Sebastian 

Baldur's Gate 3:

Astarion

Karlach

Orin

Hazbin Hotel:

Angel Dust

Charlie Morningstar

Niffty

Alastor

[gaiagalit]

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Last song: Will You Be There - Boyce Avenue

Currently Watching: Awaiting the next seasons of The Gilded Age and Call The Midwife

Three Ships: Emma/August (OUAT), Tommy/Kimberly (Power Rangers), Clarke/Bellamy (The 100)

Favourite Colour: Capri / Deep Sky Blue

Currently Consuming: coffee

First Ship: Tommy/Kimberly (Power Rangers)

Relationship status: single

Last Movie: Home - Mr. Malcolm's List. Theater - The Boys in the Boat

Currently working on: finishing touches on a pair of pajama pants (recently took up sewing), Romanogers Endgame Fix-It Fic

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