i saw a duck once

Peter Pan-Once Upon A Time

It had been a few months since the spell was lifted by Emma Swan. She set our town free from the Evil Queens curse. Everybody began remembering who they used to be. Snow White, The Mad Hatter, even the blue fairy remembered who they were. everybody remembered the lives in the enchanted forest, everybody, except me.I didn’t remember anything. Well, I remembered a few bits, a forest, a camp fire, music played on a set of pan pipes. Mostly though I just remembered a boy. My age, maybe older, he was tall and skinny. He always had a cocky look on his face, a smirk on his lips, one of his eye brows raised. I remembered his face but I couldn’t remember his name, and I didn’t know why.

It’s wasn’t all bad, not remembering. My mum, well adoptive mum that is, Mary Margret (Well snow white) had been so supportive, even with all the catching up with her real daughter, Emma. She was an amazing mom and Emma was an amazing Sister. I didn’t NEED to know who I was in the past, I just wanted to know.

A few days ago, Henry, Emma’s boy, was taken and my mom, David, Emma and Regina who I nicknamed ‘EQ’, had decided they were going to find him and bring him home, with help of a pirate. I however was forced to go. I mean sure, don’t get me wrong, I love Henry, even before the curse was lifted, I loved him like a brother. I was his babysitter and tutor. He means a lot to me, but ermm, I did’t think, I’d be much help in the rescue mission like this. I’m not really good with stuff like being a hero. My mum and sister however  thought other wise, so here I stand in the middle of a forest, lost in Neverland.

I had gotten lost because I thought I heard crying so I went to look, so I went to look and when I turned back to find the group they were gone. I stumbled around the forest looking for them.

I tripped and stumbled around. I don’t really know why, but something felt familier. I felt as through I had been here before. Something about the trees, the sounds the feel of the place felt as though I had been there before. For a moment, I forgot about finding my mom and sister. I just walked, trying to figure out why I knew this place, why it felt so familiar. I pushed my way through bushes and branches trying to find my family when pushed threw a bunch of think over grown branches and all of a sudden I couldn’t feel the ground under my feet anymore, I looked down and I could see the ground, traveling towards me at a quick pace. I was falling.

I fell, fast and I knew it was over, I held my arms out, over my face, I’m not sure why, I guess I thought, if I protected my face from damage my mom would know it’s me. If see ever found me that is. Holding my arms over my face, I closed my eyes, and braced my self for the impact with the ground but it never came.

My eyes opened slightly and I moved my arms, looking at the ground, it was there, right in front of me, my head floating just above it. I looked around confused. I was floating, I laughed a little, relieved I wasn’t dead. I was alive. I looked up, over to the cliff I had fallen down and some how I willed myself  to slowly raise up towards the cliff. “I…I’m flying.” I whispered to myself. “I…I’m flying.” I shouted laughing. I started to fly up faster and faster the smiling never leaving my face. I flew a little bit further on to the cliff so I didn’t fall again. I hovered a little over the ground before I felt my feet drop to the ground. Then it all came flooding back. I remembered Everything.

I remember Neverland, I remember the lost boys, I remember who I was but most importantly, I remember Peter Pan.

I looked around and laughed at myself, I could still hear the crying, and that really bothered me, I remembered who I am, I remembered that if I could here the crying, it meant I was lost, but why was I lost, I knew exactly where I was.

Ignoring the feeling of confusion I figured it was because I need to find my mum. I willed myself to lift off into the air and flew over the trees trying to find my family when I spotted something familiar.

A camp. It was big, huts scattered around in the middle sat a large camp fire, surrounded by boys, all dancing and shouting, having fun. Not wanting to spoil their fun I flew a little lower and landed by a tree and watched, smiling at the familiar sight.

“Are you sure it’s her?” I heard a voice ask, I slightly looked around the tree to see Felix, my old friend, talking to him, to Peter. Peter was still as handsome and young as ever. He was sat there, on a tree stump, playing with his pan pipes, only stopping to ask questions to Felix.

“I’m sure, I’d know her voice anywhere Peter. It was Y/N” Felix answered. I knew instantly who there were talking about before he even said my name, my whole life here was spent with the lost boys, I was the first and only lost girl.

“We need to find her, I need her back here with me.” Peter whispered, regret and sadness clear in his voice. I decided then It was time to come out of the shadow, I wanted to see him again. Face to face.

“No need Peter, I’m right here.” I called as I stepped out from behind the tree. I looked around and noticed all of the eyes on me, but the only person to speak or eve move was Peter.

“Y/N, you’re back.” He laughed happily as he ran over to me and pulled me into a hug. The second I felt his arms wrap around my waist as he pulled me close, the sound of crying stopped. I wasn’t lost anymore, now that I was back in Peter’s arms.

“Yeah I am.” I mumbled into his chest. “I’m home.” I whispered as I looked up into his eyes. I remember everything from before the curse, how I got to Neverland, how I fell for Peter and how I was taken from Neverland and ended up in the enchanted forest.

“Where were you?” He asked, sitting me down on a tree stump, him sitting on the floor next to me. He waved his hand, signaling everyone to carry on with what they where doing. I smiled at the sight of all the lost boys being happy and free.

“It’s a long story.” I laughed quietly but I went serious again. “Peter, where’s Henry? I know you have him.” I asked grabbing his hand and pulling it to my cheek which he gently stroked and smiles a me.

“Y/N, please don’t be mad.” He whispered shamefully. “I only took him because we needed to get the magic back.” He explained, pulling me up and leading me into the woods. “After you were taken, everything changed. Magic stopped working. A few months ago how ever something changed, the shadow came back and I figured if I sent him to find the right child, he would ring back magic and I could get you back.” He finished, just as we stopped at the cages.

“Henry?” I called, walking towards the cages thathad people in.

“Auntie Y/N” I heard him call ack.  ran over to the cell and let him out, he immedietly ran into my arms.

“You’re here, is my mom here?” He asked tears welling mp in his eyes. I nodded and turned to Peter.

“I’m gonna take him back to his family. "I told Peter, grabbing Henry’s hand. Before I could leave Peter grabbed my arm. Henry, being scared and not knowing who I was tried to fight Peter off but I stopped him.

"Henry, no stop.” I shouted, pulling him back, “Peter won’t hurt me.” I reassured him. I turned to Peter and smiled, “I’ll come back, I promise.” Peter nodded and lent in, kissing my cheek before letting go and walking away.

“Okay, Henry, hold on tight.” I told him as I hugged him close and smiled before lifting off into the air.

“Wow” I heard Henry whisper as we flew over the trees.

We flew around for a while until I saw Emma and Regina fighting…again. I sighed and turned to Henry before flying down and landing a little away from the group. As soon as my feet hit the floor Henry ran towards Emma so I followed.

As soon as we broke through the trees the arguing stopped and both Henry and I became trapped in a large group hug. “Henry, Y/N, you’re back.” Emma called, I nodded a pulled away. I looked over at my family and it hit me, I had a choice. I was either going to stay here with Peter and the Lost boys or go back to Storybrook, with my family. Being here in Neverland, even though I have only been here for a short time, I feel at home, but I have spent god knows how long with my mum, my sister and Henry. My family.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” My mom asked. I smiled and shrugged, as I was about to speak a familiar voice interupted.

“YOU!” I turned around and came face to face with Hook. “Where is he?” he asked.  Before I could say anything Henry spoke up again.

“You’re her, aren’t you? You’re the one he talks about.” He asked, leaving everyone else confused. “The lost girl.”

“Yeah, I’m her.” I answered sitting down o a rock. I sighed and looked up at everyone else. “I remember…who I am, before the Curse EQ cast.” I told them, “I was taken a long time ago I don’t know who by but I managed to get away from them somehow and I ended up here. I met Peter and the lost boys and I was happy until a few of the lost boys thought Peter’s love for me was a weakness and they wanted to overthrow him, so they kidnapped me as sent me away, that’s how I ended up on the enchanted forest, and how I ended up on Storybrook.

"I got here and I fell off of the cliff, I flew and I remembered. I’m home, I’m where I should be but I don’t want to lose you mum. and Emma I only just got you. I don’t know what to do.” I cried, my mum walked over and hugged me tight.

“You do what you have to do, I love you, you know that. But I can tell you want to be here. Home is where your heart is and you’re heart has never really been in Storybrook, you know that.” My mom reassured me holding me close.

“Y/N, I know I just got you as a sister u I agree with Mary Margret, before I lifted the curse, you always told me about wanting to leave o find adventure, you love right, who ever this Peter Pan is?” Emma asked to which I nodded. “Then you should stay here, the biggest adventure anybody can find is love.” She smiled, hugging me I nodded and smiled pulling away.

I turned to look around the clearing when I saw a figure duck behind a bush, I smiled and shook my head,“Peter, I know you’re watching, get them home please.” I called, before I had even finished my sentence Peter was by my side.

“Ok,” was all he said. I smiled and walked over to my family. “Bye EQ.” I said giving her a quick hug before moving on over to David.

“Hey, thank you for being a great dad over the past few months .” I whispered in his ear.

“Henry, I love you a lot, don’t forget me OK?” I said hugging him tight.

“Emma, I love you too, even if you didn’t have them your whole life , they still love you.” I reminded Emma, hugging her tight too.

“Mum, thank you for being there for me. I am so greatful for you.”  told her, “I love you” I whispered.

“I love you too Y/N. come and visit, OK.” She cried. I nodded and pulled away.

After our goodbyes my family left and I sighed. I love my family but my mum was right, I never felt like I belonged in Storybrook, I always felt like an outsider because I never got me memories back when everyone else did. I belong in Neverland, with Peter and the lost boys, My lost boys.

The feeling of someones arms wrapping around my waist pulled me from my thoughts.

“I am so glad you are home, with me.” Peter whispered turning me to face him. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Me too.” I replied pulling him in for a long over due kiss.

“So very glad to be home.” I sighed happy looked into his eyes.

3

Peyton: So you see that guy over there? His name is Dew. He’s a fire twirler every other weekend at numerous carnivals up North. Really envious of that dude.

Kale: What? You’re saying the criminal life isn’t for you?

Peyton: That’s what I think about sometimes. You remember that time when I was thirteen and I swallowed the entire head off of Granny’s ceramic duck? I’m thinking I could make something out that skill. There has to be some carnival out there in need for a competent swallower. I mean, Kale, that thing was pretty sizable. I’m even impressed with myself for that.

Kale: ..yeah, I don’t think “competent swallower” is the title you should use. I saw something on Gnomeslist once with similar prerequisites, but duck heads weren’t involved.

“Once I saw a duck walking down the street so I went into Subway and ordered two pieces of bread, and they informed me that they could not do that, like there was some special rule at Subway that two pieces of bread weren’t allowed to touch. So the woman asked me what I wanted on the sandwich and I said I do not care, it is for a duck, and she was like "oh, then it’s free.” I was not aware that ducks eat for free at Subway. It’s like, give me a chicken fajita sub, but don’t worry about ringing it up, it is for a duck. Plus there’s 6 more ducks out there, and they all want Sunchips.“
~Mitch Hedberg

This Kiss

Robin tells Regina about Zelena’s attempt at glamouring herself to look like her

*this is a conversation that I feel they could have taken 2 minutes to give us*

“When Hook inadvertently allowed her to escape,” he explained softly, keeping her close to his chest though she struggled for a moment more, no doubt wanting to tear herself out of bed and effectively break the serenity of a morning in which all three of their kids had remained miraculously asleep. “She played quite the convincing role,” he continued when she settled once more with a huff of frustration, her palm warm atop his chest as a finger swirled between the hairs there. 

“She’s had enough practice,” she supplied and though it still stung to know that after everything (and if only for the sake of Roland, Robin had been building up to telling ‘Marian’ that things between them should remain platonic), it had all been a lie, he’s been able to make peace with it now and the knowledge that Marian can rest, kept alive only in his memories now. 

He hummed his agreement, the sound no doubt rumbling against Regina’s cheek and he couldn’t help smiling when she nuzzled down into him all the more, rubbing her smooth skin against his chest. He almost didn’t hear her follow-up question though, so quiet it was almost whispered. 

“How did you know?” and when he turned his head enough to find her looking up at him with soft eyes, curious and fearful all the same and he knew her worry. He hadn’t been able to tell that it wasn’t Marian for the entirety of Zelena’s deception and that still hurt, almost felt like a betrayal of her memory but with Regina…

“As soon as I kissed you…well, her” he stroked a hand through her silken locks, cupping her cheek, “it was only for a second,” he comforted though she didn’t ask, “but I knew instantly” he stroked his thumb across her soft bottom lip, eyes trained on her mouth, “that those were not your lips.” 

She stared at him for a long moment, the lips in question parting just slightly beneath his touch, a wave of hot breath washing over his hand. 

He smiled down at her, leaning up onto one elbow better to see and touch her. “You have intoxicated me from the very beginning Regina and I find myself quite obsessed with you.” His eyes traced over her face, every single feature as his head tilted in his study. “I could fall into your eyes and never feel the need to resurface,” his thumb swiped softly across the skin beneath one of her eyes, noticing the way she too was looking over his face, “your crinkled brow that has struck fear in the hearts of others in your past but I just find completely adorable,” and when she frowned at his use of the word he chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, telling her “just like that.” 

“Your wonderfully sensitive neck and jaw,” she practically purred when he moved to dot tender kisses there, his hand holding her to him on the other side of her neck as she proved his point, almost whining when he pulled back to look down at her mouth “and these lips,” he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to them, enjoying the way she lifted her head and shoulders from the bed to keep him there with her for a little longer before falling back down to her pillow with a beautifully tender smile, her hands still on his neck, “have been on my mind from the very first moment I saw you smile.” 

He ducked his head once more to nudge his nose against hers, teasing in a way that she always responded to with a soft laugh and a nudge of her own. He didn’t let her kiss him again just yet though. 

She pouted at him when he straightened once more, an adorably petulant little thing that had a rush of affection flooding him before his expression was growing serious and he was telling her “another may wear your beautiful face my love,” he rested on his forearms, one either side of her head as he hovered above her, grateful for the space she’d created between her legs for him to rest within as he stroked a palm across her cheek and moved up to brush back hair from her face as he continued “but your kiss could never be replicated,” his eyes fell to her mouth once more, “of that I am infinitely sure.” 

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School - Chapter 2 - earlgreytea68 - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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“I hate the ducks,” said one of the children.

“The ducks are evil,” Oliver agreed. “I saw one kill a man once.”

The children gasped.

“Did you?” asked one.

“Well, the body of the man it killed. Same thing,” said Oliver. “I know all the things that can kill you in the park.”

“What can kill you in the park?” asked another child.

“Ducks,” answered Oliver knowledgeably.