& ʟᴏsᴛ/ʙᴏʏ

ɪ'ᴍ ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀɴɢʀʏ IɴᴅIᴇ / sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ / OUAT OC Pᴇɴɴᴇᴅ ʙʏ Mᴀɴᴜ

[neverlandborn]

Bɪᴏ

Vᴇʀsᴇs

Rᴜʟᴇs

Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs / Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Sᴛᴜᴅʏ

[neverlandborn]

Happy pride month! As an annual reminder, here's a roll of all the queer muses across my blogs (also written by a queer mun!)

[leaderofthenightriders]

The room felt too small for how hard she was breathing. She wanted to grab him by the front of his shirt. “What are talking about? What’s fixed?”

Eve stared at him. Her ribs still felt tight. “And no vague, non answers. I swear to the Gods, George, if you make me drag the truth out of you one tooth at a time, I’ll make you eat them.”

[neverlandborn]

The tension drowning around them grew heavier the longer this dragged on. And he knew she would make good on those threats out of concern “something about Neverland came up” nothing better than starting at the beginning

“It was nothing a few months back, just whispers about it. Not worth worrying” that’s what he had been telling himself alongside his siblings “Until now”

[kingoftheneverwoods]

Mal snorted and turned back to the wall. “Wow. A ringing endorsement. I should put that on a flyer.”

She dragged another line through the crown, cleaner this time, then capped it with a quick flick of silver. She could still feel him there behind her. He wasn’t crowding or judging. That alone made him less annoying than most people in this town.

[neverlandborn]

George gave her a mock salute as he got down to what he had planning beforehand: lighting up a cigarette he could enjoy in a quiet corner of this town.

Now he had the bonus of some art, apparently “you keep painting those around here. Like your tag, right?” no wonder it seemed familiar to him. It kept popping up around Storybrook

[kingoftheneverwoods]

Harry shook his head. “Why shouldn’t ye have? What’s wrong with touching me?”

He could see the tension in George’s shoulders, the way he held himself rigid as if bracing against something. Harry shifted closer before he could stop himself.

[neverlandborn]

Harry getting into his space had become one of his favorite sensations in the world. It made him breathless in a completely different manner than the suffocating feeling of being around other people gave him. Even if he couldn’t indulge in it right now

“You think i don’t want to” he stated with a sign tinting his words “it’s because we can’t”

[lankyboyfelix]

"You're really testing my patience here, lil Peck," Felix said, his voice low. He leaned forward slightly, locking onto George with a look that meant he wasn't playing games. "You abandoned your post last night. Care to enlighten me on that?"

There was a flicker of challenge in his tone, a chance for George to explain, something Felix rarely afforded to anyone else. It was perhaps the fact that George was Pan's son, but then again, Felix wasn’t keen on delving too deeply into those thoughts. What mattered was the current problem at hand, and he intended to get to the bottom of it.

[neverlandborn]

George’s whole demeanor was the picture of nonchalance. He shrugged for good measure, knowing that everything he said could be used against him so saying as little as possible was the best course of action here

“Nothing happened” was his answer. It would have been his responsibility if it had. So in his mind there was nothing to blame him for. And there was no way he was going to incriminate himself here

[slythelostboy]

"Depends on who you're saying no to," he replied, a mix of surprise and bewilderment on his face. "I know for a fact that Toodles cheated his ass off." He recognized that it wasn't like George to turn a blind eye. So why was he doing just that? "There's no way you're letting him get away with it. Want me to kick his ass?" He would definitely do it if George told him to.

[neverlandborn]

“Oh I’m not letting him get away with it” the grin stretched on his face, clearly the sign he was plotting something much more rewarding than the instant gratification punching someone’s teeth in would grant him

“I believe that punishment should fit the crime” and if they were a repeated offender like Toodles? Then a lesson was in order “isn’t that right, sly”

[thebirdlass]

She would have to take his word for it, but something in her gut told her to be cautious. If there was something to hide, he was clearly unwilling to share. She needed to believe he was being truthful.

"Alright, I'll accept that you’re being honest with me," she stated firmly, managing a slight smile. "I know you have your brother's best interests at heart, and I trust you won’t let anything happen to him." Her words were loaded with intent as she locked her gaze on him.

She decided to drop the subject for now as a clap of thunder rumbled overhead and rain began to fall. "We'd better get inside," she said. Before she could move an inch, a bolt of lightning struck the treehouse, causing one of the branches to break and fall toward them.

[neverlandborn]

George’s shoulders relaxed ever so slightly at her apparently dropping the subject, a brief breath among the chaos that reigned on the isle.

The same chaos manifested itself with a thunder strike near them.

Talk about being unsubtle.

Pulling back with a curse, george's arms wrapped around his mother's shoulders to pull her back from the impact "you okay?" dumb question, yes, but his own breathing was coming in short pants at the surprise

[kingoftheneverwoods]

Mal shook the spray can hard enough to rattle her wrist, then pressed down. Black paint bloomed across red brick in a sharp, curling line. A set of horns over a crown that looked like it might catch fire if someone stared at it too long. She stepped back, tilted her head, and added a slash of green through the center.

She heard a sound at the mouth of the alley. Mal didn’t jump. Just lowered the can and glanced over her shoulder. George Pan. She had seen him around when they were all still under the curse. They had never talked. He seemed to drift through the town, the people, the school, just like she did. Right now, he was staring at her work.

Mal turned fully, can still in hand. “If you’re here to give me a speech about vandalism, save it.”

@neverlandborn

[neverlandborn]

“Speeches aren’t my thing” it took a couple more beats for George to look at her, obviously more interested into looking at the creation rather than the artist. Once he did take a proper glance the name “Mills” popped up in his brain like a lightbulb. He didn’t have much more than a name to go with it.

“Any…improvement to this place should be welcomed” even after the curse the feeling of something alien hung around the air. As if the other shoe had yet to drop while they were all trying to go on with whatever lives they were supposed to have now.

[leaderofthenightriders]

It was the wrong thing to say.

She could feel it in the way her fingers curled at her sides until her knuckles ached. I said I would come back. Like that was supposed to be enough. Like a promise scrawled on a piece of paper and left on a pillow was the same thing as actually staying.

“You said you’d come back,” she repeated, and she hated how her voice did that — dropped low and quiet the way it did when she was past the point of screaming. “You said you’d come back, George. That’s all you said. No explanation. No timeline. No reason.” She took a step toward him, and she watched his expression shift, that careful neutral thing he did with his face when he was bracing for her. “Do you know what it’s like to wake up and reach for someone and find nothing? Just a note?”

[neverlandborn]

The quiet tone was the clearest sign that something was wrong. The yelling and the anger were stages long past at this point, leaving nothing to hold onto in his attempts to fix it “I’m sorry” honesty was the one way he had to go here if only by the look on her eyes. “I wouldn’t leave. Not ever, not like that”

He stared into her eyes without daring to touch quite yet, in case it would turn into something else. She knew him well enough to read his eyes better than most people ever could "And it won't happen again- it's fixed"

[kingoftheneverwoods]

Harry felt the silence stretch between them like something pulled too tight.

George’s hand still hadn’t moved. Still hovering there, caught in that awful in-between space. Harry watched it. Watched the slight tremor in George’s fingers that George probably didn’t even know was there.

“Ye were going to,” Harry said quietly. “Before ye stopped yerself. Ye were going to touch me again.”

[neverlandborn]

George let his hand fall down in a representation of both his hesitance and exhaustion to the situation, a small sigh the finish touch that was needed “But i shouldn’t have” was the non-answer he gave instead.

What else should he say? How badly he really wanted to feel Harry’s skin under his fingertips? How he craved, for once, the touch of someone else? It didn’t matter that those thoughts took over his mind over and over again, it wasn’t how it was to go.

[thebirdlass]

She eyed him carefully, searching for any sign of deception. She knew both her boys weren't above lying to her if it meant sparing her the grief that often followed the truth. Still, she wanted to believe him.

"I hope so, George," Wendy replied softly. "So, where is he?" Her concern lingered as she pressed for his whereabouts. "I do hope he's steering clear of your father. The sky is looking like rain. He must be in a foul mood." She silently prayed to the gods that whatever was brewing had nothing to do with her younger son.

[neverlandborn]

Her words were deceptively soft to his ears. She was prying for details he wouldn’t -couldn’t- give away for all of their sakes.

“He’s probably taking a walk” George tried again with his usual nonchalance tone. Mal was hidden away safe and sound for now. But if there was one constant in this isle was that it could change as easily as its king’s moods did “you know how he is”

[neverlandborn]

@lankyboyfelix asked: What’s so funny? I’m being serious

THERE'S WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE

“Oh, nothing. I promise it” yet the grin on George’s face was infuriatingly big. Like it was a secret only for himself that nobody else had a right to know

[neverlandborn]

@slythelostboy asked: Are you sure about your answer? You’re not just giving in, are you?

THERE'S WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE

George leveled him down a look that amounted to have you met me?

“Giving in isn’t quite my style” he brushed the other lost boy easily “or would you rather I said no instead?”

[leaderofthenightriders]

"I love you. I’m in love with you. My heart only beats as long as yours does. So you disappearing on me with nothing but a note left behind is some fucking bullshit, George!"

@neverlandborn

[neverlandborn]

His rational mind was well aware of how it hadn’t been the smartest of choices to leave a note. But at the time it hadn’t seemed terrible

“I said i would come back” he replied in what he expected was a calm enough tone that wouldn’t set her off even further- useless as it might be

[kingoftheneverwoods]

"Please don't pull away from me. It doesn't hurt when you touch me."

@neverlandborn

[neverlandborn]

George’s hand hovered between the two of them, stuck as if it wanted nothing more than to reach out again and trace the shape of Harry’s cheek “Harry” George drawled off with the unspoken answer they both knew

[thebirdlass]

His response raised another concern. "I see," Wendy said. "So now you're telling me you have no idea where he's off gone to?" That answer unsettled her more than if he’d actually known his brother’s whereabouts. She turned to face him directly, arms folded across her chest. "You do know that doesn’t make me feel any better, right?"

"You’re supposed to be keeping watch on him." She didn’t need to explain why. "How many times have I told you to do this?" until she was blue in the face, apparently. "Do you not care that at this very moment he could be under attack...or worse?!"

[neverlandborn]

George took a deep breath and then another for good measure. He couldn’t just let his words pour out in an attempt to calm his mother down. She would want to see Malc and she would see his injuries, which was exactly what the brothers were trying to avoid at all costs

“He’s fine” George managed to stress out with a tone that conveyed enough nonchalance to be brushed off.

As if nothing was happening