#and the orange one was lazy he kept almost falling asleep every time I pet him

[euthymiya]

Here are some sweet stray babies that followed me to the car I literally fought back tears leaving them behind 🥲 the cat distribution could’ve chosen me today 🥹

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

When You’re The One Who’s Loved - fic

For @northoftheroad! Thank you a million times over for donating. <3 Their reward request was anything with Dick and Damian.

Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake Summary: Damian doesn’t understand why Dick is so upset. Tim does, though. A/N: If it’s not obvious, Tim and Damian are on pretty good terms here. The box got there so quickly because Dick called Wally, and yeah it probably came from Selina on loan (because Bruce won’t allow it to be permanent of cOURSE probably). When Damian falls asleep, Dick asks Tim wtf Damian was talking about and Tim just said “we talked shit about you while you were gone.” Damian, of course, recovers eventually.

~~

There was a sharp inhale in the doorway, cutting of his and Tim’s conversation as they both looked over.

“…Oh, great.” Damian droned at the sight of his eldest brother. Dick didn’t react, face already solemn and gray.

And it was probably rude – he of course was thrilled to see Dick. They hadn’t seen each other in months, and contact had been minimal in the in-between.

But he didn’t want Dick to see him like this. Confined to a bed due to injury from a recent case. Covered in bandages that kept obnoxiously bleeding through.

Weak and a failure.

Father had promised to keep it a secret. Drake only knew because he was present, was basically the one who saved him. Got him out of the situation and was Alfred’s assistant during the subsequent surgery. Was only here now doing the surgery follow-up, and it just so happened to turn into a personal visit.

Tim stood from his chair. “When’d you get in?”

“Few minutes ago.” Dick murmured, refusing to take his eyes off Damian.

Damian crossed his arms, and couldn’t find it in him to hold the stare. “Who told you?”

“Cass.” Dick returned, just as monotonously, just as blankly. Like he was on complete autopilot. “Said Bruce has emotionally shut down about it, and has buried himself in his work. Said Alfred was worried the operation wouldn’t fix it, and an infection would take hold. Wanted me to come, in case…”

Tim and Damian waited. Tim’s shoulders slumped as Damian demanded, “In case what?”

Dick opened his mouth, but whatever the word was, he seemed almost unable to say it, and just began shaking his head instead as he walked forward.

Damian wanted to be annoyed. Wanted to pout and turn his brother away. But…he missed him. Missed his affection. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it – he hurt. His body hurt, and even a quick embrace from his former partner felt like it would just fix everything.

Tim stepped out of his way, watching silently as Dick sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped an arm around Damian’s shoulder, basically dragging him protectively into his side.

“How you feeling, kiddo?” Dick whispered into Damian’s hair.

Damian just shrugged, because it all hurt worse than the thing before, and he couldn’t think quick enough to give a lie.

“…So far so good, Dick.” Tim promised. “I know we were…we are all worried, but Damian’s a fighter, and all the things Alfie and I were worried about from the surgery haven’t manifested. Grant it, he’s still under observation for another forty-eight hours, but…I’m feeling good about it.”

Dick nodded silently, just gently rubbing his fingers up and down Damian’s arm. Damian just stared softly up at him.

“Really.” Dick whispered with a careful smile. “How are you feeling, Damian?”

Damian shrugged again. “I hurt. But I guess that happens when they puncture your lung a few times and slash through your aorta.”

Dick’s fingers twitched against his arm almost violently.

“…Anything I can do to help?” Dick hummed as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “Make you feel better?”

“Bring me a basket of kittens.” Damian drawled. He laughed at his own joke, but immediately flinched and clutched his chest.

“Who’d have thought I’d have to tell sour puss Damian Wayne to stop laughing.” Tim snorted himself. “But relax, you’ll tear the stitches.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Damian waved off, trying to look tough. Difficult, when Dick shifted to stand back up, and his face betrayed him by morphing into one of disappointment against his will. “Grayson?”

“I’ll be right back.” Dick sounded distracted as he stepped away. But then he paused, glanced back, gave a tight smile and grabbed Damian’s hand for a moment. “I will be right back.”

Damian and Tim watched as Dick all but ran from the room, pulling a phone from his pocket. Tim sighed and shook his head as he sat back in his chair.

“…What’s his problem?” Damian scoffed nonchalantly, trying to break the mood Dick had left in his wake.

But then Tim looked up at him with curiousness that made him uncomfortable. Nervous.

But then Tim smiled, and leaned back in his chair. “You’re cute.”

Damian scowled. “Excuse me?”

“You’re young and I keep forgetting that, and it’s just so cute how…naïve you are.” Tim laughed. But when the laugh died down, his older brother looked sad. “…Dick loves you.”

“I’m…aware.” Damian hummed. “But that’s got nothing to do with what I asked.”

“It has everything to do with what you asked, actually.” Tim sighed. Crossed his arms. “Dick loves you…more than a lot of things. And seeing you in any way less than okay…messes with him.”

Damian tilted his head.

“And that even counts emotionally, but we’re just as screwed up as you in that department so I guess that’s easier for him to bear.” Tim rambled. “But physically…with these injuries and stuff…well.”

He paused. Damian waited.

“It used to be bad enough because you were a child, and his partner and his responsibility and yada yada.” Tim explained. “But…then you died.”

Another stop, to let that sink in, for the both of them.

“And you didn’t even die like…a simple way. You died in the most painful, heartbreaking way imaginable, so that made it even worse.” Tim winced, remembering the day himself. Remembering the bottom line, that Damian died protecting Dick, and how well Dick knew that, and hated himself for it. “So…he worries. Every cut, every bruise. He worries about people hurting you, because he loves you. But now on top of that, he worries about losing you all over again. And that’s honestly something I don’t think he could handle. He’d…collapse.”

“…He loves and worries for all of us the same.” Damian offered, embarrassed by Tim’s truths. “I’m not special.”

“No, not special. Just different.” Tim agreed. “I’m his brother. Jason’s his brother. You…are different. You are his brother…but you’re also so much more than that, to him.” Tim shifted in his chair. “Because I mean, he didn’t raise me. He was never my guardian, legal or otherwise. He’s always been just my brother. But you…blurred a few lines.”

Damian didn’t admit that Dick blurred a few lines for him too, but he had a feeling he didn’t need to.

“And then I think it was just one of those ‘you don’t know what you have until it’s gone’ thing.” Tim sniffed. “And with how much death we’ve all dealt with, you think we’d learn by now but…we don’t. Because we’re all dumb. And so I don’t think he realized or knew just how much he loved you, how special you are to him, until after you were murdered and supposedly gone forever.”

Damian lowered his eyes as Tim spoke, glanced out the window.

“So, to answer your question.” Tim inhaled. “Dick’s problem is that he loves you, and he’s petrified of losing you again. His problem is that, right now, he just got a call from his sister saying you’ve been attacked and left for dead, and might be so before the week is out. He’s crumbling under the idea of that.”

“He shouldn’t.” Damian argued. “I am not worth…destroying himself over.”

“He’d disagree.” Then Tim smiled. “And honestly? I think I would too.”

Damian watched him, then after a moment, huffed, crossing his arms. “Thanks for saving me. I guess.”

Tim snorted back, reaching up to ruffle Damian’s hair. “I’ll say you’re welcome when we know you’re in the clear.”

Damian smiled, leaned back in his pillows, watched as Tim picked up his chart again, probably about to do a follow-up to his follow-up, because that was so him.

“Please.” He hummed. “It’ll take a lot more than a slashed aorta to keep me do-”

Without warning, there was a sound in the hall. High-pitched and loud. Then repeated. Then again and again, and then suddenly – multiples of the sound, each one going at its own rhythm, overlapping.

Meows.

And not just any meows. This wasn’t the meow of Alfred, deep and sophisticated and lazy. No, these were…

Dick was suddenly in the doorframe again, looking no less ragged than when he’d left ten minutes ago. There was a large cardboard box in his hands, and Damian realized that the sounds he and Tim heard were coming from that box.

Meows.

…Kitten meows.

Dick came across the room silently and without preamble, carefully tipped the box over the bed, dumping the contents onto Damian’s knees.

Five fat little kittens came rolling out, yelling for all the world to hear. Orange, black, tuxedo, tortie and gray, tumbling around in surprise at their new location.

Damian immediately smiled, reaching out to pet the closest babies. They all immediately spotted him and wanted his attention, climbing up his body on tiny, underused legs, wobbling this way and that.

“One basketful of kittens.” Dick murmured breathlessly. “Just as ordered.”

Damian chuckled lightly as the kittens swarmed him. He kept his smile, even as Dick sat next to him, and threw his arm around his shoulders once more. “…Grayson, I was kidding.”

“…Feel better?” Dick whispered against his temple anyway as he curled his legs up into the bed, tucking Damian back against his side like it was Damian’s home. But then his already quiet voice trembled, and Damian glanced up at Tim as he spoke. “…Please just tell me you to feel better, kiddo.”

Tim just gave Damian a sad smile that said, See?

Damian glanced down at the kittens, their weights not enough to put any pressure on his chest. But he kept his smile as he pet them, as he leaned his head against Dick’s neck and reached up to hold the hand on his shoulder.

“Much better, now that you’ve returned.” Damian promised. A kitten popped up in front of face, and bounced their noses together. Damian laughed, glancing up at Dick. His eyes were tired, with dark circles, and desperate. But he smiled back at Damian in reflex. “And the kittens don’t hurt either.”

Dick laughed and held him a little tighter, kissing a kitten when it reached a paw up to touch his chin.

Damian didn’t mention the shaking of Dick’s fingers. Just as Tim didn’t mention the tear tracks on Dick’s face.

But Damian did glance up at Dick, and watched him for a moment. He squeezed Dick’s hand, while gently petting the smallest feline on his chest. “I’m not going anywhere, Grayson.”

Dick’s eyes darted down to him. “Hm?”

“I won’t leave you.” Damian reiterated. “I promise.”

Dick blinked in surprised, and looked over to Tim for explanation. Tim feigned innocence, shrugging.

“So don’t worry about me.” Damian demanded. “Don’t destroy yourself over me either.”

Dick looked back down with a confused smile. But Damian didn’t elaborate, just clung to Dick’s hand, while petting the cats with the other, and using Dick as his own personal pillow.

After a moment, he shook his head and laughed, pecking Damian’s temple and lingering there for just a bit longer than usual.

He was silent, watching Damian play with their guests, smiling and laughing and even downright cooing.  Tim eventually joined them on the bed to see the kittens, and Dick purposefully tickled at his stomach with his toes.

But it was when Damian was slowing down, when the kittens were starting to doze off all along his lap, that Dick kissed Damian’s head again, rubbed at his arm, and whispered a quiet, watery and grateful:

“Thank you.”

[themadlostgirl]

Not Dead Yet (Part 78)

*A very happy (kinda late) birthday to my great and beautiful buddy @tom-parkers-girl!​ Now no complaining when the next part takes longer to come out chickadees. Love ya!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: language

The night was growing very late and Peter brought Y/N and Henry back to where they had moved the camp. They left Henry near a tree where he could rest until morning. Y/N was nervous to leave the boy alone but Peter assured her that even if he did wake up before morning he wouldn’t be able to make it out of camp.

“Best to get some rest ourselves. It’s been a tiring evening.” Peter led Y/N to their tent and started to tug off his boots.

Y/N was still outside the tent looking around like a frightened animal. “Y/N, are you coming in or not?”

“Mhmm,” she ducked into the tent and kicked off her shoes. She stayed on the other half of the tent staring at her toes.

He could hardly believe it when he saw her standing there on the trail earlier that night. So many years of neither hide nor hair. No way to know where she was or if she was even alive. She could have grown into a boring adult during all that time away. Not that Y/N could ever be boring, adult or not.

All he wanted to know was that she was safe. All these years gone by and the worry never stopped. The guilt that came with laughter and smiles. Why should he have a good time when Y/N may be out there suffering? Peter knew of course that Y/N would want him to be happy no matter what happened to her. Accepting that though was another story.

Then out of nowhere she was back. She was on Neverland with club in hand and dagger on her hip like nothing had ever happened. It would be foolish to think that she was exactly the same though. He could tell there was something off about her from the moment he saw her. He chalked it up to not seeing her for nearly thirty years and let it to rest. All that mattered was that she was home. Y/N was here and she was safe and Peter was going to keep it that way.

“Get over here,” Peter grabbed her and pulled her down next to him. “You need to relax, pet, you’re making me skittish.”

“Sorry.” she muttered. Peter sighed and ran his hands through her hair until she finally untensed.

“I missed this.” he whispered to her, “I barely slept at all when you went missing. There was too much space and it was too quiet. I kept expecting to wake up and you’d be next to me as if nothing ever happened.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I guess after well over a hundred years of falling asleep next to someone, trying to sleep when they’re not there can be hard. Especially when I didn’t know where you were or if you were safe. How could I sleep soundly when you could very well be being tortured while I rested?”

“I wasn’t being tortured.”

“Not without your realising it.” he couldn’t keep the distaste out of his voice, “They took away your identity and moved you around like a puppet. I can think of nothing worse for my free spirited Lost Girl.”

“At least they didn’t hurt me.”

“That’s the only redeemable feature. If I thought that they had hurt you then I wouldn’t be playing these games with them. They’d be dead in the ground already.” he chuckled softly, “Not that you would have let them live if they had managed to in the first place.”

“Right…”

“Pet, is there something wrong? You’ve been acting strange since you came home.”

“Twenty eight years is a long time. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this.”

“It does seem too good to be true.” he agreed, “I’m actually scared to go to sleep now in fear that this is all just another dream.”

“Did you dream of me a lot?”

“Every night.” he tilted her face up to look at him, “I have to say though, I like the real version much better.”

He kissed her. It started slow but something started to break in him and they became more urgent. Twenty eight years of heartache and pain pouring out in one heated exchange. He held her tight, scared that if he had anything less than an iron grip on her she’d slip through his fingers and disappear into the night air.

He moved to her neck pressing kisses and sucking at that little sweet spot she loved. The tiny noises she made were music to his ears. “Missed you so much,” he murmured against her pulse. “My Lost Girl,”

One of his hands slipped under her shirt and ran across her smooth warm skin. “Y/N,” he moved lower down her body, “Need you...have always needed you…”

“Stop!” She pushed him away so hard he almost fell out of the tent. He regained his wits and looked across at her where she sat disheveled and trembling at the back of the tent.

“What the hell was that? Are you alright?” Peter tried to hold her but she leaned away from him. There was fear in her eyes. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“It’s not--it’s nothing I just--” even in the dim light of the tent he could tell she was struggling to breathe right.

“Y/N, you need to slow down your breathing before you start hyperventilating.” he took a deep breath in and out, “Same as me. You can do it.”

She took several calming breaths. “That’s it. Just breathe.” he rubbed her back in soothing circles. “Feel better?”

Y/N nodded. “It’s been a long day and so much has happened already.” she tried to wave off her little episode, “I think right now all I need is some sleep.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” he took her hand, “Is there something you need to tell me? If something is wrong or bothering you I want to know. You know I hate seeing you upset.”

She squeezed his hand back. He saw them now. Tears falling from her eyes as she struggled to keep herself together. “Oh pet,” he wiped her tears away, “If you can’t say it now that’s fine. You can tell me whenever you’re ready. Whether that’s tonight or tomorrow or fifty years from now.”

“You don’t--you don’t understand--” she hiccuped.

“I’m here.” he pressed his forehead to hers, “I’ll always be here.”

“If you were a jerk this would be so much easier.” she sniffled and he gave a short laugh.

“If I had continued to be a jerk to you I’m sure I would have died long ago.” he tickled her side to get her to laugh. “There’s a smile.”

He opened his arms and she hesitated for a second before entering them. He pulled her closer into his lap and started playing with the ends of her hair.

“Pa--Peter, can I ask you something?”

“I didn’t sleep with anyone else while you were gone, I swear!”

“Not that!”

“Oh…” He had thought that that may have been the reason she pushed him away, “What is it then?”

“Why do you care so much about me?”

“What kind of question is that? You’re my Lost Girl. I’ve been able to share the darkest secrets of my life with you. I respect you. You’re strong and clever and so fierce. How could I not care about you? You’re everything to me.” he kissed her forehead, “And once I have Henry’s heart then our lives can go back to normal.”

“Normal…” she sighed.

“As normal as it gets around here, that is.” They laid back down. “Let’s get some sleep. Goodnight, precious.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

Peter closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. His mind finally at peace with his Lost Girl back by his side.

~~~

I was surprised by how well I slept last night considering I was on the ground, in a humid jungle, with the demon that had kidnapped Henry wrapped around me. Well, waking up I noticed more accurately I was wrapped around him as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Thoughts of what happened last night came flooding back to me. I had let him touch me so intimately.

A part of me didn’t want to stop him. It felt good...really good. I was able to remember that I wasn’t supposed to be sleeping with someone I had basically just met and shoved him off. When Pan came back up after I had pushed him away I was worried he may be angry or even suspicious. He wasn’t either though. He was worried.

He cares about me so much. No. Not me. Y/N.

It hurt to think of. I wished there was someone out there that cared about me as much as Pan cared for Y/N.

I watched his sleeping face and let the few things I did know flow through me. This boy had meant the world to me in another life. Even now I was having trouble seeing the demon that the others claimed him to be. He was as dangerous as he was gentle. I didn’t care if it was only me that he acted that way towards.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and he hummed contently turning over so he was facing me more directly. I forgot about why I was here and let myself pretend that I wasn’t just Marigold. I was Y/N. A Lost Girl. His Lost Girl.

His eyes peeked open and a lazy smile spread across his face as he stared at me. “Good morning.”

“Morning.”

“Sleep well?”

“Yes...you?”

“Best sleep I’ve had in twenty eight years.”

“I wonder why that is.” I joked. He rolled his eyes and left a sleepy kiss on my nose.

“I don’t feel like dealing with Lost Boys and Truest Believers now.” he sighed as he caressed my cheek, “Can’t we just stay here?”

“We could.” I leaned my face into his touch. “You’re the leader, right? You don’t have to go and do anything.” If he’s relaxing in here with me then he can’t hurt Henry. Also...more sleepy cuddling time.

No! Focus! Cuddling Pan: bad. Saving Henry: good. Cuddling Pan to save Henry: win/win.

Lord above I hate myself.

“As true as that is and no matter how much I would love to stay here all morning we do have some business to attend to.” Pan stretched and started to pull on his boots. I tugged on my own shoes and smoothed out my appearance before following him out into the camp. It was a lot different in the daylight. Not as sinister as it seemed in the firelight.

Pan laced his hand with mine as we walked through the camp. Munching on the freshest orange I have ever tasted and swinging our hands back and forth I could almost pretend that this was normal. My life here. My relationship with Peter Pan. It made me not want to go back to Storybrooke if I could have more days like this. More happy moments like right now.

We approached Henry who was still fast asleep and then the guilt came roaring back. I’m here to rescue Henry! I can’t forget that! My life isn’t here. Not anymore.

Pan knocked Henry awake and tossed him an apple. I will admit Henry’s reason for not accepting it made me chuckle. The laugh died in my throat when I saw Pan pull a crossbow out of thin air. When did he pick that up?

“Marigold?” Henry finally noticed me. “What are you doing here?”

“Marigold?” Pan looked to me confused.

“Cursed name.” I clarified.

“Ah, right,” he shrugged, “I suppose I should thank you, Henry. Your arrival brought me back my Lost Girl and for that I owe you even more.”

“So wait, you remember?” Henry’s eyes widened. “How? When did it happen?”

I swear I could feel myself dying with every second of silence that passed between the three of us.

Finally it was Pan that spoke up. “Y/N, what is he talking about? Remembering what?”

“Oh well um,” I started wringing my hands as I searched for an excuse, “You see with the curse everyone forgot who they were and when it was broken everyone remembered again. That’s all he’s talking about.”

“Yeah but you forgot again. You went across the town line.”

Oh my god, Henry! You are going to get the both of us killed if you don’t shut your mouth.

“Yes. I know. But that too wore off. I can remember everything fine now.” I stressed through gritted teeth. The light finally clicked on in his brain and he stopped asking questions. I love this kid but he is going to send me to an early grave I swear.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” I squirmed away from the two boys. “I’ll be right back.”

Pan nodded and ushered Henry to follow him. I knew I shouldn’t leave him alone with Pan but I needed to talk to Emma and the others. I got far away from the camp and double checked that no one was around before pulling out the looking glass.

“Marigold.” Emma’s face appeared in the small mirror, “Is everything okay? Do you have Henry? You never called last night.”

“I know. Sorry. Things got dicey.” I felt the blood rush to my face as I recalled exactly why I had forgotten to make this call earlier. “Henry and I are fine. He almost blew my cover but I saved it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I hope so at least.”

“We got the lass back?” Hook pushed Emma’s face out of the way, “Enjoying your time back home, Y/N?”

“Don’t start with me, Hook.” I rolled my eyes. “Where are you guys? I think I might be able to grab Henry tonight if I can get away from Peter long enough.”

“Oh, so it’s Peter now is it?” Hook cocked an eyebrow up at me, “Remembering things are we?”

“Kinda. Little things. Nothing to worry about, I’m still Marigold.” I assured them. They relaxed but I felt like breaking the mirror in two. I shouldn’t have to be glad I can’t remember my old life to appease them. It was my life, not theirs.

“We’re at Tinkerbell’s treehouse. If you can get Henry then meet us here.”

“I don’t know where that is!”

“Sure you do. You found your way to the camp without a map you can find your old pal’s house too.” Hook said. “Especially if your memories are returning.”

“I think I may be in over my head…”

“Hey, Marigold, listen to me.” Emma shoved Hook away, “You are doing great. If you can get Henry by tonight then you’ll only have to keep up the act for a couple more hours. You can do this.”

“I can do this.” I took a deep breath. I wanted to tell them about Pan. How he wasn’t that bad really. How maybe he could be reasoned with. To them though it would sound insane. It was insane. I’m trying to normalize and rationalize a demonic teenager to a group of fairy tale characters whose son was stolen. I would just look like a traitor if I tried.

“I gotta go before things get suspicious. I’ll call you tonight if I can get Henry.”

“Alright. Send Henry our love and stay safe. We’ll be out of here soon, Marigold.”

“Roger that.” I put the glass away.

Soon. I keep hearing that word. Soon this. Soon that. This would all be over soon. We would all be safe soon. The heroes would be gone soon. Peter Pan would be defeated soon. Everything will fall into place soon.

How close was soon though? Every second felt like an eternity on this island. Two lives trapped in my brain. One I thought was real but I know is fake but I want to be real and another that is real that I can’t remember and I’m not sure if I want to remember anymore.

Why did I agree to come here? They could have rescued Henry without me. They’re powerful, strong, capable people. I’m just one girl that keeps debating on whether to leave or not. What help was I really?

I meandered back to camp and put on a smiling face as I found Henry and Pan again. Pan saw me first and stood up to give me a quick kiss. “I was starting to think you got lost.” he smiled, “Come sit. You can help me explain the situation to Henry.”

“The situation?”

“The plan, pet. The way he’s going to help us.”

“Okay.”

We sat back down and Pan started to explain to Henry that magic was dying in all the realms. It was dying and Henry was the key to saving it and returning it to the worlds. I listened and nodded along pretending that I knew what was going on.

“I know that it is you that was destined to save magic because of this.” Pan pulled a scroll of parchment from his pocket. “I've had this for a very long time. I'm sure that when you see what is on this piece of paper you'll see I'm telling the truth.”

Henry took the paper and tossed it away without looking at it. Pan sighed and signaled for me to follow him. “He’s stubborn. Would you mind talking to him? He knows you. Maybe he’ll be more receptive to someone he thinks he can trust.”

“Sure.” I nodded. “I’ll talk to him.”

“Thanks pet,” he kissed my cheek. “I have to move some pieces around but I’ll be back later. Good luck with him.”

I waited till he was out of sight and then went back to Henry. “Hey dork.” I smiled at him, “How are you doing?”

“Fine…” he eyed me suspiciously, “Do you really remember who you are?”

“Nope. Not entirely at least. It doesn’t matter though. I’m getting you out of here.” I pulled him to his feet, “We can’t get out of here while the camp is active but we should be able to go someplace more private. Just act casual.”

We walked away from camp as normally as possible. I pulled out the looking glass when we were far enough away. “Hello? Emma?”

“Marigold.” Emma’s face came into view, “Henry!”

“Henry?” Regina and the others crowded in. “Thank god you’re alright.”

“Mom!” Henry smiled at the looking glass.

“You got him?” Emma looked at me.

“Kinda. We can’t leave the camp now because it would be too suspicious but I think we can sneak out of here tonight if you guys are ready.”

“About that--”

“What are you all crowded around?” An unfamiliar voice joined the group.

“You know how we said we have a source on the inside already? This is her.” Mary Margaret shifted the mirror over to a woman with blonde hair piled high up on her head. She kinda looks like Tinkerbell. Oh wait...right...this probably is Tinkerbell. Larger than I would have thought.

“Y/N?” Tink took the mirror from Mary Margaret. “You’re back! Oh thank the gods the girls and I have been so worried the past couple decades.” Her joy was short as a dark shadow passed over her face, “Are you helping them?”

“Yes. That’s the whole point of them bringing me along.”

“No.” Tink shoved the mirror back at someone else, “No way! Forget getting my help now.”

“What? Why? Don’t worry, she’s on our side. She doesn’t even remember anything about her life here!”

“That’s it though! You’re using Pan’s Lost Girl. The only reason any of you are alive right now is because Pan wants to play. To mess with you for his own entertainment. If he figures out that you are using her against him then it is no longer a game. It’s revenge. He’ll come through and kill us all without a second thought.”

“He’s not going to find out.” Hook tried to assure her.

“I’m not taking that chance.” She stormed off.

“Guys?” Henry spoke up drawing the adults’ attention back to us. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything is going to be fine, Henry.” Emma said. “Just stay there, don’t draw suspicion and wait for us. We can’t do anything till we have a way off this island.”

“I’ll keep an eye on him.” I told the others. After Tinkerbell’s rant though I was growing more and more unsure about this plan. If I get found out then that’s it. Emma, Regina, Mary Margaret, David, all of them will be killed. That much was certain. Why did I agree to come here? This was only getting worse and worse.

“Don’t worry kids. We’ll be out of here soon. Love you, Henry.”

“Love you too.” He waved to them and then it was just our own reflections staring back at us.

~~~

“We should be getting back to camp before someone comes looking for us.”

Peter watched from the treetops as Y/N and Henry ended their call with the adults and walked back to camp. Tinkerbell had been right. This wasn’t a game anymore.

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[clarenecessities]

5/1/17

son i have just had the most delightful day of my got damn life. i know a daily clare post where i’m not just complaining about my life in unnecessary detail is unusual but honestly i just had a swell time

we had language class this morning & admittedly i did ask way too many questions and tell a girl she was pretty bc i have no filter when i’m tired (she is pretty, it was just a weird time to say it)  but i learned a whole bunch! sean has been good with like, maidin mhaith and such but most of it is in one ear and out the other (except conjugation, which is blessedly simple) but we have a new teacher up from teelin & she has us repeat stuff like, excessively. it’s actually pretty reassuring. icr what she was having us chant but at one point we were just going in like gregorian style.

only complaint about anna (the new teacher) is that her accent is different from sean’s so she says ‘dh’ as a [Ghy] instead of a [dJ] so simple shit like “god” and “second” is absolutely fucked. i’m hoping she’ll give us some leeway bc i learned from the Horslips if we’re being quite honest. she’s really adorable though--she taught us how to say we were tired (thank god; a sentence i can use) and she was like miming falling asleep. Ta.. tuirseach oram, i think? she didn’t spell it for us but sean said she’ll teach me on wednesday how to spell everything so i’m flying blind for a while.

we went up the cliffs to look at the napoleon-watch tower--it was pretty chill but the journey nearly killed me. between classes i went up to the store & got some deodorant and a popsicle-thing (it sucked, it was like unsweetened frozen orange juice) and the deodorant here is weird it’s all either spray on or roll-on liquid, so it feels like you’ve just put mosquito repellent on your armpits lmao. anyway yeah it was about four miles but it was a little too steep for a malnourished cripple such as myself to tackle on pepsi & popsicle alone. only fell once though, and saw a load of sheep. the girl who i inadvertently complimented taught me about flowers (i asked the name for harebell because i’d forgotten it, and then i was like “hey what’s this one! what’s this one) which made me feel better bc i’d been a bit worried i’d made her uncomfortable. she was singing a song from the last unicorn at one point & we ended up gushing about that for a bit.

up at the top, when we got to the tower, a small parade of our classmates attempted to scale the side & get up to the door (about ten feet) while our guide was distracted--he hadn’t told us not to do it, he just went back for stragglers and didn’t see. we were all sort of standing around speculating & saying it looked like reasonable holds but nobody really wanted to try after the hike, except, cue hunter, the oft-pseudo-offensive manchild i grow less fond of every day (yesterday he was saying sauron was the good guy & like while it was clearly to ‘troll’ people he was also saying some straight up fascist shit in his too-well-assembled arguments). anyway hunter got up onto the pile of rocks, reached the handholds, and immediately surrendered, saying he’d do it the day he could do two chinups. next up was ben, who was volunteered by a few of us because he’s tall and relatively strong--he also got his hands in the holds, but retired immediately on the basis of being too lazy to actually haul himself up. third was chris, who (if you ask me) saw it as a sort of challenge and just went through the effort to show off, which was what hunter was trying to do but couldn’t back up. frankly i’d have been more impressed if i wasn’t a bit leery of chris--he’s not said anything bad to me, he just has a very condescending vibe that i find Incredibly Irritating.

hmm but then we looked out over the cliffs, and our guide told us a story about a sea stack called “the devil’s dick” and we found our way back down about an hour after it was supposed to have taken. idt he was counting on so many of us being so slow, but he had about five of us lagging for various immutable reasons.

class was supposed to start up again at 7 but we’d only gotten down the mountain at about 6, so i decided to forgo the half hour line for the chipper & grab something from the shop (ultimately some pound cake, bc i’m so healthy). outside the shop, who should turn up, but the black cat i’ve been trying to impress for three days!! she was waiting outside the cafe for food (despite having already been fed) so she didn’t run away, but she wouldn’t let me pet her until ashley--one of the workers i met yesterday--came out to smoke, and sort of.. cat-vouched for me? the cat was wary but she clicked to it, and since she’s the one feeding it i think it trusts her opinion heheh. she advised me not to pet it since it was probably covered in fleas but i was like God Himself cannot stop me from petting this cat.

it was wonderful, she just laid down and rusted in the sun, and she looked so happy and peaceful. i hope this means she’ll let me pet her in the future bc i think i love her

she went off back to the shop after a while, so i headed back down the road for class & ran into kelly and matt waiting for their chipper food, and they were like “hey come hang” which i was thrilled to accept. kelly may be the only one who understands how incredible the cat situation was heheh. we decided to call her heather--kelly had been considering matilda but she’s saving that for her own black cat. chris came out the pub & joined us around then, and he and kelly have this sort of pseudo-aggressive banter going where like they’re both clearly not crazy about each other but neither is offended so much as annoyed, and they play it off like a comedic rivalry. it’s actually an interesting dynamic lmao--it’s like the ways that people cope with each other & the things we’ll do automatically you know? interesting.

ben and adrionna came up around then, i think they’d been in the pub too, and they were sweet as always. adrionna and i talked some more about the last unicorn, but were sidetracked by the arrival of: another cat. This one’s a tuxedo tom with crusty eyes and dandruff but he’s so sweet, he’s so good. he was clearly angling to get some of kelly and matt’s fish and chips, but i didn’t mind. we didn’t name him bc we weren’t sure if he was the one named tinkerbell or if it was the other black and white cat, who lives up by our cottages. 

we had to head back down bc class was supposed to start at seven, only come to find out it was seven thirty now, so we just sat out front and waited. the black and white cat who may or may not be named tinkerbell made a brief appearance, but took off down a sheep field before i could approach her. on the way down kelly and i went over our beeves w people, which is probably the oldest and fastest bonding method known to man--we agree on people for the most part, which isn’t too surprising given our mutual affinities for cats & communism

while we were sitting out front we were blessed by a visit from--get this--a fourth cat. at first i thought it was heather bc it’s also black with green eyes, but as it got nearer it was clearer it wasn’t. he’s a tom, older, bigger than her, with a square jaw and less rust in his coat but much more in his purr. we decided to call him gorse to keep up the theme. there’s some speculation that he’s heather’s father, as she’s still quite young, but i expect we’ll find out. if the crusty-eyed potential-tinkerbell isn’t in fact a tom, they may be the mother, and then heather and smaller-potential-tinkerbell would make good sense as their offspring. a black and white cat and a black cat birthing a black and white kitten and a black kitten? almost poetic, in a way.

evening class was awesome, not the least of which because i’d gotten to pet three cats by that point. we had a professor out from galway who’s co-writing a book with sean about joe heaney, and he’s an o’leary himself (well; an o laoire) so i kept joking he was my grandson (sean was the only one who laughed but it may have been pity). he talked for a long while about folklore and living traditions, and bealoideas and etymology and poetry--he recited the Planter’s Daughter, which i’d never heard before--it’s really good tbh. he also said at one point that folklore was sort of viewed as the domain of “slightly deranged maiden aunts” & i was like finally, a calling for me!

we learned the first few stanzas of a song--it was really nice because he took us through the lyrics talking first, instead of jumping right to singing like sean (yes we learn it faster, but we learn it wrong bc we don’t know what we’re saying). as i was looking over the lyrics i realized ONE of the words looked FAMILIAR--a gconra chlair. i was like hey,,,,, that can’t mean what i think it means can it, so i flipped it over and the translation was “coffin”.

heheh so i asked him about it and i was, in fact, right--it’s a coffin of boards. a wooden coffin, really, a poetic device, but there it is, folks--the etymological origin of my name put to practical use!

my first time seeing it in a sentence and it’s about a coffin. what’s better than that honestly

he also told me there’s a different pronunciation of “gconra” down in Cork (i had mentioned my people were from Cork (he laughed and said mine too--i told him they were the same people but tbqh i don’t think he heard me)), so whereas in Galway they’d say it like “groan-rah” in Cork it’d be “G-cone-ah”

so of course, me being the tremendous nerd i am, i asked him about cnudanai, which i happened o have written on the back of my notebook (see: tremendous nerd) and he taught me the cork pronunciation as a counter to sean’s donegal/connemara blend of “croo-dah-nai”. in Cork it’s “c‘noe-daw-nai” like the word canoe’s been truncated. good shit grandson. good shit.

mm and aftter that i just came on back up to the house! we got off at 9:30 so i’ve been slacking off since then tbh. i got a bit of planning done on the hike for my spooky fic, but i’ve not written it down yet. got weirdly sidetracked by fanart of inuyasha’s parents haha

but now it’s 1 am here so i’m out. pray for my muscles to heal miraculously in the night, please

[gatorfruit-moved]

hey! do all the cute questions you want to do 💙

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

More cereal than milk, I don’t like drinking the cereal milk afterwards

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

Hell yeah it makes me feel alive

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Hall passes

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

Black or with raw honey for tea, sometimes a bit of sugar or creamer with coffee but I refuse to put milk in my tea

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

Eh, I kinda like it tbh. I got the stupid crooked smile, it just looks bad in pics

6: do you keep plants?

I try but Ohio is the worst. I want to keep some succulents and cacti.

7: do you name your plants?

Occasionally, I had three succulents and one had a name, I think it was Via or something else with a v

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Mostly drawing but sometimes writing. If I’m feelin “free” I play really distorted guitar or bass and if I’m sad I can play a mean flute

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

I love singing in general man

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Equal between side and back even if I am restless, I cannot do stomach

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Nobody speaks Italian dipshit

12: what’s your favorite planet?

Uranus, no not because of anus jokes, it’s my dominant planet and it’s also just neat. I like saturn too.

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

Playing donkey with a few people at GSA

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

Lots of animals, 100% we would have two sphinxes and a snake, art and instruments everywhere

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

I don’t need to google it lmao, I took astronomy last semester. It’s a pretty basic one but Uranus is on its side

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

Ravioli boiiiiiiiiiii

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

I wanna try real dark blue

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

I mean Nick likes to quote me, “I drown my sorrows in latin pop”

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

I keep a really inconsistent journal. It’s mostly writing but like three sketches are in it.

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

Brown, needs more love

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

My marching band sling bag which is fucked up and has been almost everywhere with me since the summer of 2016, its been covered in mud, burnt, almost shredded with a pocket knife, almost fell into the middle of a lake

22: are you a morning person?

Not at all

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Play video games in the morning and wander around with Mack when he’s up for it

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Mack

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

I’ve broken into kiddie pools in the middle of the night multiple times

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

My grey street style converse

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

Cinnamon bby

28: sunrise or sunset?

Sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

He’ll say something rude then immediately say “Sorry I love you”

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

God yeah, I don’t really remember the situation but I remember the feeling

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

I don’t like socks but I refuse to wear tennis or dress shoes without them cuz of my nail phobia. The colors don’t matter unless I’m going to something formal. I cannot sleep with socks unless I’m freezing my ass off

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Mack and I couldn’t sleep during my birthday party and we decided to go check the pool times and got locked out of the room and the other two were asleep so we sat in the hall for about an hour

33: what’s your fave pastry?

Macarons, I love poffertjes but they aren’t really a pastry

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

I still have Purple Kitty from when I was little, the fabric on him is tough af like why is he made of that

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I like a nice pen and stationary set with a wax seal too but I don’t use them often enough to own anything

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

I’m really neutral rn but I’m listening to blackbear

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

It’s not a matter of liking it but my room is really messy

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

Misophonia a bitch man. I’m also really aggressive about it being zo-ology not zoo-ology, venomous not poisonous, saying snakes are slimy, shit like that

39: what color do you wear the most?

Pfft black

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

I have Opa’s dog tags and the ring I got on Kelley’s Island

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

When the Moon Was Ours

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

I don’t, I’ve only really been to Starbucks

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

It wasn’t stargazing but I did comment on the stars the other night with Audra, Nick, and Mack while they talked about how fucking cursed Falls is. The last real stargazing I did was with Kennedy this summer.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

The other day, it only lasted a little bit before Carson ruined it. Dove sounds are calming.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

No, I overanalyze everything

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

I’m really bad at puns oops. I don’t think it counts as a pun but one of my favorite jokes is people who don’t understand the difference between etymology and entomology bug me in ways that I cannot put into words.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Fucking green beans

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

I mean I’ve always been afraid of chickens and had a nail phobia

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

I like it but I haven’t for awhile. I honestly can’t remember it.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

Disney funkos but it isn’t that odd, I like the bat stuffed animals with the loops on the back

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

Brown Eyed Girl and Crazy Little Thing Called Love for a girl that people I know irl will immediately recognize

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

Finally some good fucking food is a good one, absolute unit, Mine, sKINNY LEGEND

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

I haven’t seen Heathers or Pulp Fiction but the others are Quality

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

Mack

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

I’ve chewed up a leaf to prove it wasn’t plastic, drank a cup of sweet and sour sauce, shoved a cucumber down my throat, a lot of weird shit

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

I like listening to people get excited over things

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

It makes me sad because of grief I’m not listening to it

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

Nick is wine mom for all his tea. Mack is vodka aunt because we’re dumbasses together, we’re gonna be each others’ kids’ cool uncle.

59: what’s your favorite myth?

Honestly I have no fucking clue, Caeneus is neat

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

I’m not a huge fan of poetry but I can appreciate it, Poe is a main mans

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

I like to give people bad sketches. I got a leaf once.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

I don’t usually have juice but if I do it’s orange

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

Oof I’m a huge mess

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

Blue I think but I can’t get to a window rn

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

Micah or Uzii and Abbas

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

I like natural ones, I made a daisy and wild clover one that was almost perfect, it needed some kinda bigger flower

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

I like them a lot

68: what’s winter like where you live?

Freezing and comes out of nowhere, once I wore shorts and a tank top one day and my winter coat the next

69: what are your favorite board games?

I don’t really play board games but I like donkey, a card game

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

No, I usually watch my friends when they use one and laugh at them when they freak out

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

I like english breakfast and green, especially the kind they have at hibachi but it’s only available for restaurants

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

God yeah but I don’t do it.

73: what are some of your worst habits?

Biting my nails, retelling stories, there’s a lot more

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

A pseudo-skater, loved more than they think, supportive like nobody else, knows just how to make me feel better, possum kid, rat parent, this ungendered thing is difficult, angry, accidentally yells shit they shouldn’t

75: tell us about your pets!

I’ve got Petey, an anxious boston that’s going grey too early, Pete aka Little Bear, a frenchie that licks too much and looks like your stereotypical black french bulldog, Petunia aka Bug, a nutcase boston with a white face and black ears with a little bit of white on the ends, and Pig, a frenchie that likes biting noses with one floppy ear and bug eyes that doesn’t look like a dog. There’s also Dabb our uromastyx. I call him a scaly puppy because he is.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Finishing a final

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

Pink

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

HATE

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

It’s not really the kind of cute this means but I was upset, leaned on Mack, said I felt like shit, and he made me let him hug me normally without saying a word. I got a lot of good hugs during the cast dinner bc when I cry I don’t stop and everyone who looks at me cries. Damian prob was the cutest cuz he’s usually more reserved emotionally and was really wild but then he was quiet and sad.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

Pink, teal, and purple. I hate it.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

Oof I forget what his eyes look like oops. I knew someone with eyes the color of deep tunnels in that dark wet clay earth with flecks of gold and stripes like tree bark

82: are/were you good in school?

Ehhhh, I’m not good at turning things in

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

I like a lot of blackbear’s stuff

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

I have a lot of plans like the cadmium symbol, a cosmo, a calavera, a snake diagram, a hyena, a testosterone molecule

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

I read some stuff on webtoon like Darbi, Lackadaisy, and Lil Char and the Gang

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

I didn’t know that was a like a thing, I thought that was just how some albums are

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Coco damnit, also Stand By Me

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

I really love pop art

89: are you close to your parents?

I guess? They’ve just got personalities I don’t really like

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

Pittsburgh babey!!!!! I love the hills and the style of houses and the energy of those people that bleed black and gold and the yinzers I can understand perfectly and the mountains that are so easy to get to and the art scene and the zoo and primantis and aaaaaaaaaah I love Pittsburgh.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

Pittsburgh and L.A. like always. Going to Disneyworld for a band trip spring break.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

Only a tiny bit

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

Pompadour mohawk

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

Oof most recent I think was my art teacher Miss Harry

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

Prom

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

I procrastinate so bad dude

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

ENTP, aquarius sun, gryffindor

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

A couple months ago I did the gorge for the first time. I haven’t gone on a good hike for awhile and it upsetting. I love hiking so much.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

Blackbird, Here Comes the Sun, For Forever, This Is Home, there’s a fair amount

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? Why?

Go back five years and tell myself to not talk to A and to just accept myself earlier, it’ll life better, to join wrestling, to ask her out, to just do shit, stop hesitating. To talk to Mack, he’ll be one of the greatest people you’ll ever meet. Give Cadmium all the love you can. Tell Opa you love him and spend more time with him.