thorn.

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[t-horns]

thorn.

the fires took everything away from the smallfolk. thorn will never recover. he doesn't plan to either; his only goal right now is to get vengeance for those who were lost.

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[ifyouwaltzwiththewildthings]

You can never predict what you may find when wandering Neverland at night. Things always seem so peaceful... But there was something in the air tonight. A disgustingly familiar feeling, a faint warmth...

Smoke.

If anything could take Fletcher's eyes off the ground, snap them out of their whimsy, it was the smell of smoke. It only had to be a faint whiff for them to feel the horrible acrid feeling in their throat. Suddenly, they were far too aware of their surroundings. Eyes held wide open by fear rapidly move, searching... This has happened before, when Fletcher had gone out on nights during the bonfires the Lost Boys would light. They avoid those at all costs... But some part of Fletcher attempted to calm themself - "It's probably just a little campfire."

That was swiftly disproven, much to their dismay. A long line of smoke reaches up for the stars, embers flickering almost akin to fireflies against the night. The source... Was that right? Could it be?

Perhaps Fletcher should have just flown away, minded their business. That ship burning, well... It's only fitting, isn't it? Yet no matter how much it might be deserved... There are people on that ship, people who don't deserve to be engulfed death's hellish claw. What were they going to do? They had no idea, but their wings were already carrying them toward the Jolly Roger.

Stopping just short of the beach where the Jolly Roger sits, hiding in this kind tree's leaves...

Just in time.

Shouting and crying vaguely registered in their ears. Several silhouettes in action... But Fletcher was quick to narrow their sights on just one, the smallest that hovers in the air, surrounded by fury. Fletcher felt their horror suffocating them as they watched, paralysed.

Until...

It only took one clean cut. That's all. One dexterous movement from the wrist.

That small silhouette... Became two, separating from each other as they plummeted out of the air.

Fletcher didn't realise they had begun to scream until they felt their throat strain.

Everything was blurred as Fletcher lurched forward onto the deck of the Jolly Roger. They didn't care - he could do the same to them, could end them with far less trouble. Small puddles of blood were pooling in two separate places, and Fletcher didn't know what to do, looking between the two halves of Thorn.

Beloved Thorn...

Fletcher's knees would bruise quickly from how brutally they dropped onto the wood. Thorn, his eyes still carried that rage, that fire... Fletcher witnessed it as it ever so slightly left with each passing moment. Both their hands cupped Thorn's face tightly as they pleaded, begged. It all just turned to choked sobs before any of it could reach their lips.

For a moment, Fletcher could have sworn Thorn's eyes turned to meet theirs. Could have sworn... That they softened.

" Don't leave me! Don't leave me! Please! "

...

He's gone.

Oh, Thorn.

Gone. All gone. Lost. The world robbed.

Fletcher's sobs become muffled as they hold Thorn's torso so, so close, tears staining his clothes, burning through the fabric. Blood has utterly soaked their lap. They aren't paying any attention to that, not one bit, the pounding in their head and their heart drowned out anything else but the utter despair of holding half of a friend.

No part of Fletcher wants to move, it's a gamble on whether they even can move, but... They need to take him away from this wretched ship. But how? Tears continue to splash against Thorn as Fletcher looks between... Him, and him. How? Would they have to just take half... No, no, the pirates won't have any of him. They can't. They don't deserve him, any part of him.

The inferno alight in Fletcher's chest. Thorn's last fire.

Hands slick with red, Fletcher struggles in anguish as they find a way to make it work. It's ugly, it was always going to be, but they feel as if they could crumble away as they hold both halves of Thorn desperately in their arms. Their poor wings struggle, flight erratic and slow, leaving a thin trail of Thorn's blood - off the ship, across the sand, in the dirt...

By the time they reach their tree, there isn't much blood left for Thorn to bleed. His face has gone completely white, expression has settled into a chilling, thousand mile stare.

Is he seeing anything? Stars, the moon, the world...

Fletcher's hands shake violently as they place his legs on the lower half of their bed, then his upper half. They so gently rest his head onto their pillow before a futile attempt try nudge the two halves together. Just... Close enough. When they bring the blanket up to his shoulders, you can't tell... Then, finally, Fletcher brings two slender fingers over Thorn's eyelids, carefully bringing them down over his glazed eyes.

And now he... He's at rest. Right? He looks like he's sleeping. Very still, very peaceful... Fletcher harshly collapses back onto their legs, positioned beside the bed.

" Thorn... You can rest now, finally, you can... Say hello to her for me... "

Fletcher leans forward, burying their face into Thorn's arm. No amount of grip on Thorn's hand will ever bring anything in return.

[t-horns]

" admit it. you had FUN today! "

Absolutely exhausted, Thorn hovers down onto his treestump, folding his arms and collapsing onto a seat. He looks up at Sawyer, who just dragged him around Neverland in search of bloody flowers, despite the constant dangers.

"Fun? Did I now?"

"This is news to me, Sawyer. I think most of the fun was projection." He squints at him, then looks away, cranky as ever.

He did have a bit of fun. He could never let Sawyer know that.

[soulrph]

grumpy/sunshine trope prompts!

naturally these are shippy and soft and i'm honestly so honored that someone asked and trusted me to do these, so i hope y'all enjoy them just as much as i enjoyed writing them!

from the grump

" i know i can be an asshole, but... you always see the good in me. "

" only YOU could convince me to do something like this! "

" don't make this weird, but... i saw this in the store. figured you'd like it. "

" nobody's ever made me feel the way you do. "

" you're so full of light... and i'm terrified that i'll be the one who quenches it. "

" why do you stick around with a misery-guts like me? "

" you're the lighthouse in the fog, guiding me to shore... "

" i'm trying so hard, but... i can't stop myself from falling in love with you. "

" i love you... oh, damn it, don't look at me, i'm all red... "

" i don't really smile much. not unless you're around, it seems. "

" no. no way, no way in hell am i doing that. no! no... aw, fine... "

" how are you so happy all the time? "

" oh jeez... nobody's ever made me laugh like that in a long, long time. "

" i don't think i wanna know a world without your smiles. "

" i never feel like this grumpy asshole when you're around. i feel like... me. the real me... "

" hey, now... i'm not going anywhere. i'm gonna stay right here. right with you. "

" whoa... hey, now, who made you cry? where'd they go? "

" don't make a big deal out of this. you like hugs, right? so... here's a hug. "

" um... if you don't mind, i think i'd like a hug now. if that's okay... "

" the world just... feels right. when you're with me. "

from the sunshine

" i love it when you smile! i wish you'd do it all the time... "

" you have a really good smile, you know that? "

" see? i knew there was a soft heart under all that grumbling! "

" admit it. you had FUN today! "

" i want to know you. the REAL you. so let's go somewhere that makes you feel happy. "

" you can't get rid of me that easily. i'm gonna be here every day to remind you how wonderful you are! "

" you know me. you... you see me. i'm never totally myself unless i'm with you. "

" everyone else always sees this ridiculously happy, over excited, naive little baby who needs protecting. but... never you. you've always seen the real me. i guess that's what i love the most about you. "

" why is it so damn difficult for you to believe you're worthy of love? "

" you make me smile. and laugh. i feel happy when i'm with you! is that so hard to believe? "

" don't be so stubborn! take my coat/scarf! "

" come on! dance with me! "

" who'd have thought you'd be such a softie! "

" your smiles are like shooting stars. really rare, and really beautiful. "

" don't go. please? just... we can share the bed. i just don't want to be alone right now, if you don't mind... "

" we all have our flaws. you stayed with me in spite of mine. now i'm doing the same... "

" we're two sides of the same coin. right? "

" well, they do say opposites attract... "

" of course i remembered! i remember everything about you! "

[noiisemaker]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳  OPEN TO SMALL FOLK AND MER FOLK.  ࿐ྂ

If it would always be against the rules for Lost Boys to hurt the Small Folk and Mer Folk, Echo thought that she was better off at least getting along with them… Especially since there were no rules against the ethereal creatures of Neverland hurting Lost Boys. She didn’t know if she would ever trust them, and she didn’t believe that they would ever respect her, but it couldn’t hurt to try. 

“So, do you folk know where you sprouted from?,” she asked one bluntly, sitting pretzel-style on a boulder. This was as nicely as Echo was capable of speaking to people. She wanted to get to know them, but had no interest in sycophantic groveling. Or manners. 

“Do you have mamas, or what?”

Did they even remember? It seemed like they existed long before The Lost Boys were ever brought to Neverland. Echo was only there for a few years, and she already forgot so much of her parents.

[t-horns]

Hovering in place, Thorn gives an imperceptible eye-roll. All the giants are like this, huh?

"Things are so black and white for your kind, you know that?" He hovers closer, watching this Echo. Except Wendy, he thinks to himself. She's perhaps the only exception, a giant who thinks before she speaks. "Of course we do. We're formed by magic, different magic for everyone. We appear fully grown and we know our purpose right away."

"Some of us had family," his jaw is very firm as he says this, his voice thick with something beyond irritation. "We found one another, or were created by another Smallfolk. But what good is that now, when you have enough fingers to count us and we all hate each other?" He lifts his chin, watching her.

[t-horns]

Bramble comes in (not exactly enthusiastically) into Thorn’s home, a bag full of jarred medicine and poultices in hand. “Alright, alright, fine. I’m here. Fletcher convinced me. Now, what did you do?” Then, seeing the damage: “oh, dust alive, what did you do?!”

"Oh, good, it's you."

Thorn is just barely sitting up, drenched in sweat. He's pale and looks awful. He makes to get up, and then crashes back down, closing his eyes and withholding a groan.

"I didn't do anything. It was done to me, if that's not..." He grunts in pain. "Perfectly clear." He looks down, at the already-bloodstained bandages on his body.

"If it wasn't for — that odd version of Peter — I'd be dead now. So let's just celebrate that I'm alive, hm?" Despite saying that, he doesn't look all too happy.

[thrustfists]

i've never been wanted. not really. not by anyone.

'' Oh, you stop that Thorn. There is only room for one overdramatic faerie on this island, and that position has already been filled by me,'' she says drearily, a needle and thread in hand as she sews together the delicate petals before her. '' Besides, you know full well that I want you around. It seems that thing Peter bought back might too, given that you so willingly take the fall for her breaking my belongings. '' her eyebrows raise as she looks up, suddenly more alert '' But I'm not angry, not at you. I could never be angry at you, you hear me? I just wish you be more careful of the company you keep. ''

[t-horns]

Thorn's smile is bitter and forced as he watches her. She wants him around, yes, but--

His thoughts are cut off, because he didn't realise that she'd know so fast. It's something of a relief, but...

"You worry too much about Wendy," Thorn says honestly, shifting a little bit closer to his love. "Pan will tire of her and toss her aside, and you'll be number one again."

It doesn't bring him any joy. His jaw is set, resolute. You'll rush back to him and I'll be left back here, watching you go. But, well...

"Then we'll get to have your lovely smiles back. Won't that be nice?"

[wndybyrd]

@t-horns​ :: continued from HERE!

“ am not ! “     wendy retorted defensively. when it came to the caprice of tink, any number of outcomes was possible and none of them played in the human girl’s favor. the relationship they shared was as complicated as it was infamous, and showed no sign of improving anytime soon. after all, neither liked to share.     “ you do know what she’s like. i mean, i’m sure you’ve seen how she can be, but it’s not the same. “

she barely noticed as thorn settled upon her shoulder, feeling no heavier than the weight of a small stone. her attention was too enraptured by all the awful scenarios she’d surely be forced to endure at the hands of peter’s tinkling little bell. a whine escaped quivering lips as azure eyes turned towards the other as he teased at her theatrics.     “ never let me live it down ? that’ll be easy considering she won’t let me live at all. oh, thorn, she’s just been itching for an excuse and now she’ll have one. “     opening her eyes wide like a puppy-dog’s, wendy pleaded with him :     “ you’ve been such a good friend to me. you’ll take the blame, won’t you ? i’ll repay you … somehow … eventually. “

[t-horns]

"You really think she'll kill you over this one thing?" He raises his eyebrows. He's not even sure how capable she would be of killing her in the first place, let alone how Pan might respond to it.

Everyone on this island knew better than to hurt Wendy, right?

Wendy's anxieties got to him, though. Oh, she was so scared. Just a poor little petal on this island so much more dangerous than she realised.

"Alright. I'll take the blame." Tinker Bell would be angry at him now. Oh good. "It had better be something grand," he hovers back up, leaving her shoulder.

[t-horns]

i've been dealing with this my whole life.

He sighs sadly, watching Wendy. "I'd had no idea," he says gently. "I've never been to the Other Place. It's... bizarre that they treat women like that..."

"Of course, the Smallfolk are mostly women by now," he sits down curiously, wings flapping slow and idle. "If I tried to treat any of them like that..." He laughs a bit, cutting the thought short. "I think Bramble would use my blood in her next spell."

[t-horns]

you never told me that. i can't believe you never told me. ( marlowe )

"I never told anyone," he says honestly, staring out ahead. "Best for people not to know my weaknesses, hm?"

"To be honest, I'm not even sure why I told you now. You just bring out all my secrets, I suppose, Marlowe."

He looks down, quiet and forlorn. "Don't tell anyone."

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR ANGSTY CONVERSATIONS *  a collection of things you never want to hear

you never told me that. i can't believe you never told me.

what difference does it make?

no, no, no, don't leave me! please!

i failed you. is that what you want me to say?

was it all a lie? all this time?

so... when do you leave? what time? so i can be ready.

why did it take you so long to tell me? how long have you been holding this in?

i was wrong.

is this it? is this all there is?

at least give me one last dance.

all the exits are blocked. we're trapped.

there's too much blood.

you're the worst person i've ever met.

you're just as broken as i am.

i really thought we could work things out.

so stupid of me to think you actually cared.

you're just going to carry on and pretend like everything's fine when it's not fine.

go on without me. i can handle this.

don't tell me i'm too late.

i told you to leave me alone.

there's no use in trying anymore. it's over.

i should have known. i should have known all along.

i need you to be honest with me. tell me the truth. i deserve the truth.

you failed me.

i wish i never met you.

it's over. go home.

i feel something broken inside me. you can't fix it. no one can.

just take some deep breaths. in and out. you're gonna be fine.

you used to be better than this.

there's no way out.

what the hell was that for?

if you stay here, you'll die. do you understand?

how dare you speak to me like that!

am i too late?

you have to believe me. i didn't mean for this to happen.

i used to think you were perfect. i guess i was wrong.

so this is how it ends? just like that?

we're running out of time.

when were you going to tell me the truth?

how long has it been since we spoke? feels like years.

when did this start? how long has this been going on?

you never really loved me. it was all fake.

who was that? why were they here? why did you let them in?

i came as fast as i could.

what the hell did you think would happen?

can i even trust you?

i don't know who i am anymore.

i can't lose you again.

you are my biggest regret.

what good will it do?

just keep pressure on the wound, okay?

how could you do this to me?

i said get out! get out of here!

i'm never speaking to you again.

i tried to stop it!

you're so fucking stupid.

it's never been okay.

good riddance.

get out of here! i'll handle this!

i can't believe you. i can't believe you did this to me.

you were a good person once. i looked up to you.

i never should have listened to you. i'm such a fool.

don't lie to me! i know when you're lying!

why the hell did you do that?

i've never been wanted. not really. not by anyone.

i never loved you.

i've been dealing with this my whole life.

it was all a lie.

you forgot my birthday.

i'm a monster.

you actually believed that shit?

you think i would just stick around and let you treat me like that?

are you actually leaving?

can i kiss you one last time?

i can't believe i gave up my life for you. i gave up everything for you.

i can't lose you, too!

for what it's worth, there's no one i would rather fight alongside.

hang on for me, all right? don't leave me. please don't go.

i deserve better than this. i deserve better than you.

good! get out of here! i didn't want you here anyway!

i made it up as i went along.

things are going to get worse before they get better.

i don't think we're getting out of this alive.

we're not gonna make it.

get the fuck out of my face.

i don't think i'm meant to be loved.

[flcshnblood-deactivated20230324]

"It really did, didn't it?" Once upon a time, the worst thing the Small Folk had to fear was Holly herself. Holly remembered the first time she tried to possess someone's mind. Everyone hated her after that. Holly had not prepared for a world in which every fairy had to live the way she did.

Strange, it was.

"Who else should we tell?" Holly asked. Tink was out. She would go blabbing to Peter Pan, and that's if she wasn't still mad about Wendy. Just be glad spring is back.

"Fletcher. We should tell Fletcher. And..." Bramble Rose. "does anyone know where Bramble Rose is?" I'd be surprised if she's still alive.

[t-horns]

"Bramble?" He looks over to her slowly, considering. "I haven't thought of her in some time." He nods. "She needs to know. And Fletcher -- they would perhaps be the perfect person to raise these creatures."

A smile plays at his lips. "You and I, we would not convince them to protect us. Fletcher, however..."

His mind is racing, feeling Holly's excitement. "I wish time could pass faster," he says. "But it can't. Not yet. So instead... we'll just have to set the scene."

[thrustfists]

When the shadow had knocked Tinker Bell from the sky in its pathetic rage, she found the back of her head hitting a branch on the way down. KNOCKED OUT COLD - for how long? who knows. Regardless, when she came back around she is not where she was left. She is somewhere WARM, somewhere quiet. Fragile body sits up, eyes dart open ‘‘ where is that fucking thing? I’m going to wring its damned neck ! ’’ and for once she’s not talking about Wendy.

[t-horns]

It hadn't been easy, given his own injuries which were still healing, but he got nervous when Tink was down. The intrinsic magic within them bound the smallfolk to one another; he knew something was wrong, and he was willing to spend some of his energy on the magic involved to narrow down her location. Of course he was. Anything for Tinker Bell.

Limping around his small home — it was a bit nicer after Wendy's redecoration, but he'd never tell Tinker Bell that that was why — he rushed back over to her when she sat up.

"Good morning to you too," he says gently. "What happened? You seem to have fallen a long way." He moves over to her side, wanting to kneel down beside her — take her hand, touch her forehead — but instead just leaning against the wall and looking down at her.

[t-horns]

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