An Ambitious Lost One

thedragonclone​:

Tom just started laughing as he watched the little human boy wake up when he hit the water, and started swimming away. That was the best thing he’d seen all day.

He let the fire in the trees slowly dim and they crackles and fizzled with smoky tendrils as he crawled his way down along the stone front of the castle, slipping back into his human looking guise, as he stepped in through the bedroom window he son was standing at.

Tom was still laughing, the grin on his face ridiculous.

“My Devi~,” he cooed, as he moved in to nuzzle his nose and head up along his son and licked his jaw. “He’s fine. I didn’t kill him, Devi~,” he chuckled. “Just gave him a scare was all. We need to keep these humans in line, besides, I smelt fear on you. Are you all right?”

“Harry~!” he called down from where they were with a laugh. “Bring dinner in, will ya? My son needs to relax.”

See? This was why Farley hated this asshat. 

He glared up at the dragon icily and hearing the mocking words did not at all help, “you’re gonna have to try harder than that you ugly newt!” He snapped up as he got out of the water.

“I’m... fine.” He replied to Devrim, but he was pissed and looked at Tom again before shaking his head. Humans in line... he hated that, this creature had no right. Still he had a guess he wasn’t wanted here so he decided to do what he did best... leave. Fuck Tom, he’ll be back later. “Jokes on you asshole, I got your cutlery!”

He runs off, passing Harry without a glance. The boy’s hurt and pissed off face said it all. Gods he hated dragons, and Devrim called that asshole his savior.. what a joke. 

secondbcrnpiracy​:

Tom took all this in, his outward wall a testament to his will to not share just exactly what these words and information was making him feel. But inside, a part of him was crumbling and dying away. His dragon baby had no fire and his wings … his baby would never fly.

He simply nodded.

Scars.

“My wings don’t fit in this car.”

Acid, though. This was interesting. It made sense then, why he could swim. With no fire his body temperature would be a lot cooler, so the water temperature would not feel painful.

“I had Dreamshade in my blood when they stole it from me.”

Tom’s stare was off as if not looking at anything but a cold distant memory… but he soon blinked, and turned his gaze to the window. “Right there,” he noted to the driver to take a turn up that long driveway that was half hidden by Tom’s own pocket forest that surrounded the enormously large castle-like home.

With a sniff, he instantly smelled them, including his hatchling’s fear, and with a push, he shoved the door to the side of the car open, stepping out, as he half transformed - a hop, two … and with the flap of his enormous wings that were longer than the entire estate, he leapt up into the air with one giant swoop, landed on the stone towers over looking his bedroom, and then smashed his giant Dragon jowls down into the window, ripping Farley right up from the bed.

With a howled reverberated roar, he whipped his head to the side, sending the boy sailing down into the moated water below, just as he lit the tops of the trees in fire.

Harry nodded. Okay, it made sense.. the poison may have been unintentional… but did that mean that the idiots didn’t know that Devrim was venomous? 

And well, Auradon it is. He was impressed by the driveway and the home. It was big! “To all that’s evil…” He gasped.

And quickly the dragon half transformed and- “okay can now get why his wings cannae fit.” And they were not at all like Devrim’s that’s for sure. And that made him frown all the more at the impossibility of the dragonling’s flight.

“… honestly dae all rich fucks break their own shite..?” He asked to know one in particular as he hops out of the car as well and watched Tom destroy a window and toss a very shocked and confused Farley out. 

“Ah, sae that’s why he was mad.. someone beat mi tae the treasure. Getting’ wee bit rusty, Harry.”

Meanwhile, the Lost Boy was about to get the worst awakening. He barely had time to register anything as the dragon took hold of him. His cry of shock was silenced as Farley fell into the water below, coming up for air and gasping and coughing out water he swallowed.

Fuck it was Tom- and he went back under the water quickly, not wanting to come up at all. And instead tried to swim as far from the bastard as possible

lostambitixn​:

When Devrim walked back into that room, if was like his entire life had changed sine that moment he had walked out. The Driver was the man who created him, and not just that, he had controlled him. He had done something to his psyche. If Farley had been a dragon he would have smelled the fear raging through every little bone in Devrim as he stood back in that doorway to his father’s room.

And he couldn’t say anything. Something his psyche would let him.

Instead, he just stared over at his friend on the bed; his expression hard and very different from when he had left that room … and he smelled Farley’s tears.

He wanted to say something, anything, but he couldn’t seem to find words.

Instead, he just walked over and layed down face first into the covers right next to Farley.

He hadn’t seen him come in, but he heard him.. and he pretended to be asleep for a bit. The little bag, sealed and hidden for now.. slowly though, he actually drifted off to sleep. 

If he had been a dragon he’d have noticed, but instead he slept over trying to talk it out or notice something was wrong. At least he was full...

What he forgot was he had a time limit and wouldn’t get out in time before the angry father came back.

lostambitixn​:

Devrim listened to what Farley said and he realized then that what he wanted and he was claiming were two very different things. If he was his friend, he would have to respect that. Farley didn’t want his kisses stolen without love returned. He got it now… and it was frustrating to the young Dragon, because Farley was the only person he really had who he felt comfortable being himself with to try to share those kinds of things with.

But he didn’t love him. Not like that which Farley spoke of. He felt close to him as his friend, but he didn’t feel what he saw in his dads when they were together. He didn’t long for him. 

Farley was nice and helpful, but they didn’t really have that ‘click’ or really anything similar went it came down to who they really were as people.

Suddenly, he felt really really far away from Farley, again, like that time in the forest of Neverland when Farley told him he would never fly, again. When Devrim had run away from him and denied it, to leap off from that cliff, letting the water sink in around him as he dropped and fell into it.

“I won’t kiss you, again, then. I won’t hurt you and be like him. I won’t fill you with false hope to take it all away.”

Dev shook his head. “No,” he quietly said, the word barely past his lips. “He’s my savior. I wish I could be like him. You … you are my friend.”

Devrim quickly got up, suddenly not able to really just sit there. The opened boxes of pizza were scattered and half eaten all over the place. “I. .. I think I’m just going to the bathroom.”

With that, he left the room.

He nods and looks down, feeling somehow what he said was wrong, even if it was true. Devrim didn’t feel the same, and he was okay with it.

Savior... Farley had to hold back a laugh. Devrim saw a savior, Farley saw a monster. Friend.. yes. He nods slowly. And only when Devrim left did the boy start to cry to himself.

He looks at the little bag and began to read, trying to hold back his sniffles and focus on something. Vervain.. and he took it without much thought as he read the effects.. yet he felt nothing changed, his heart still hurt. He still had trust issues and hatred for Pan and Wil and Harry... nothing changed.

“Idiot..” As if he was compelled to have such a terrible past. He lays there, letting the little vervain not do anything to him.

lostambitixn​:

He let the silence linger, just letting his fingers trace against Farley’s hair as Farley rested his head against his chest. “That’s not what I mean..,” he stated slowly.. “I mean, this,” he pointed out meaning like what they were doing right then. He mean the kiss and the fact that Farley had been forced to tell him the truth of his feelings by Harry. He meant at the fact that he had admitted to not being ready for love or sure he even felt that way.. and yet there they were.. and Far didn’t kiss him back after he did.

“I meant, does this scare you? Do I scare you?” he repeated, when the pizza came at just the most coincidental timing, excusing Farley to get up and go get it.

When he returned the entire mood between them had changed, which Dev basically guessed was his answer on that, as it was, even if Devrim wanted to. That feeling of the rush between their pulses.. the scent that tangled with his hunger yet in a different way, that still wanted to taste him, and feel his lips against him.

Devrim smiled, though, eating the pizza. “Why do you always think I had to sneak off to find something more better, like fish or something.” he chuckled.

Devrim wanted an answer, and Farley didn’t know how to explain without ruining the mood or bringing up his feelings again. Devrim kissed him... kisses were powerful things, one that no one should give away over nothing. Kisses were love... between those that loved each other deeper than sibling or friendship... at least to humans or what he thought humans should be like.

“Rude as usual. Careful or I may make you eat a shoe~”

The eating was quickened but slowly he began to slow his eating down as he thought, “... I loved before, Dev. And he used that for fun and games. He stole my kiss, a kiss that was meant to be shared by someone who loved me as much as I loved them.” he placed the half eaten pizza down, “you scare me because you weren’t ready and didn’t know what this was.” He thought of the boy that didn’t love anyone but his greedy self.

“He hurt me.. and made sure I could never trust again. He knew I broke a rule in loving him.. and used that to his advantage, to rub it in.” He was disloyal and hated being with anyone.. he had been so foolish before. “Kisses mean love and love means growing up. And I... I want that, to love. Not be a one night screw and forgotten.”

“But I also don’t want to change either, I want to always be wild.. to do what I want without being tamed.” He hangs his head, “I am scared of you. But I also have feelings for you. I’m afraid of what you do, yet I don’t run. You’re his clone, but you are far better than he could ever hope to be... because you look at me and don’t look down at me, you see me as a friend and not some pet.”

lostambitixn​:

Dev smiled at the ceiling. He guessed, perhaps it hadn’t been completely fair for him have done that, when he knew from the heart pulling spell, that Farley truly loved him. He wasn’t completely as innocent as he sometimes lead himself on to be. What people seemed to forget, was that despite the fact that he was a very different person, he did carry the exact same genetic makeup that his father had.

In fact, he was his clone.

Nature verses Nurture~. What was that debate?

Devrim was a Dragon. That instinct to crave power was in there, and he was almost sixteen, other curiosities were creeping in, as well. If he was anything like his genetic donor father, Devrim would be very sexual.

And he had to admit, at the race of Farley’s pulse and the change of his scent to something much more potent, it burned an instinct in him that was very much like the hunger one, yet, was an entirely different one, that he was starting to like. 

Did this mean that this was some kind of deeper loving romantic moment? Not really. Devrim loved his friend, but this was entirely just him feeling horny and wanting a little curious fun.

The kissing felt really nice.

The problem was, Farley seemed to see this whole thing as very black and white - true love, or just a friend with nothing.

In Dev’s head - why categorize anything?

Dev wanted to have fun.

And the more Far liked him, the more he wouldn’t go away.

A soft reverberation came from Devrim’s chest as Farley moved to lay himself down on Devrim’s chest, although, he was a little disappointed that Farely hadn’t wanted to turn and kiss him back.

Dev leaned his head against that headboard, watching him, as he threaded his fingers through his hair. “You’re not afraid of me, still, are you?” he asked, curiously. That could have been seen as a double meaning.

But he didn’t press more, just staying there like that without a word until the doorbell rang, and Farley got up to go take care of the pizza man. He waited until he came back and had plopped to the two pizzas down for them to munch on. The meat on it did smell pretty good, he had to admit. He wasn’t a huge fan of bread, though, or cheese, but he politely went along with it to appease his friend and try it.

“Okay, I’ll admit. This actually isn’t that bad,” he said munching a slice. “Beats that swamp stuff Harry eats and the tasteless stuff the other Lost Boy’s try to bake on the fire. I like it.”

Black and white was how Farley was. He, having had a blind possible feelings for one before that wound up being a true demon. He could not think of the grey. Neverland itself seemed to forbid love to him and nearly everyone on there. He had been in Storybrooke, but he was wild and unlovable there to.

He closed his eyes as he lay there, listening to the reverberation within the dragonling. The question went unanswered for a bit... maybe a bit to long. “I am afraid of your father more than I am of you. I am afraid of what you can do.. but I also see you as a friend, someone that has my back as I have yours, to talk to and understand or try to.”

Farley was afraid of Devrim, but if he wasn’t, than Devrim would probably have gotten a personality that acted compelled and unreal. He accepted what he does is a must.. but getting used to it was different.

He beams though when they ate the pizza and just shuddered, “how the hell’d Harry survive on that stuff? And oi, I baked some of that, don’t insult my burnt cooking!” He pouts but was teasing like usual.

lostambitixn​:

It was weird, like in all retrospect or whatever, the past should have affected him more than it did. He’d been experimented on, his wings torn apart, and even has some scaled ripped off. He was called a monster and an ‘it,’ before his dads saved him and took him home with them … but it didn’t. He remembered all it clearly, but it was like all he knew, sort of like how he didn’t really understand pain very well, because he always felt it for so long.

It bothered him more than he didn’t have fire and that he was a crippled dragon. He was far more devastated to find out that his wings were so mangled that he couldn’t fly … really. Even though he refused to admit that.

“I think my dad seems to hate all of them.” Humans that was.

The tongue sticking out made him smile, though.

Dev definitely smelled the rush of blood to the surface of Farley’s skin when he pushed his nose up into the back of his neck. It was so tempting to lick him, the taste of his friend still doing things to his instincts, but instead he moved to the fridge and downed one of the human arms that were stuffed in there. It wasn’t the same thing, and not nearly as warm and sweet as Farley was, but he wasn’t going to eat his friend - at least not, again.

Just like how he promised to not eat anymore lost boys.

No, no. With Farley, he meant it, he pushed that thought from his mind.

His gaze did follow Farley, though, as he left the kitchen, completely unaware of just how much that ‘horror in the fridge’ he spoke of, was actually saving him.

“Okay, I’ll try pizza,” he said, finally joining him, and heading the way up the stairs. “In my dads room,” he reiterated. They’d have a phone in there.

“And I totally eat things that are not human, Farley,” he tossed behind him, before he opened up their door, walked in, and hopped up with a plop on the large bed, before he reached across to the end table on the opposite side, grabbing the phone. “Remember, I wasn’t allowed to in Neverland. Here… ” he extended the phone over to him.

“Good to know if he hates me it’s normal and not just me.” 

He was now truly knowing he was living in some horror house. Like who the hell would put that in the fridge? 

“Dad’s room.. you’re begging me to be destroyed huh?” He shakes his head, smiling though as he walks up the stairs. Couldn’t have a phone anywhere could they? Anywhere but that room. 

Still they made into a fairly normal room.. he expected some cave or something. “True.. that’s a fair point. I better just not waking up to you trying to eat me. There, on Neverland, there weren’t a lot of us. Here though.. well, you’ll be surprised about how many people are here.” 

He takes the phone, dials and orders two large pizzas.. and he gives the address, or what he assumed/hoped was the right address. He would go pick it up, but he preferred staying with Devrim here.. also if that dragon came back and found Devrim gone... Far didn’t want to think of an angry dragon hunting them down. “Fifteen minutes. And please don’t eat the delivery person... unless the pizza is bad.”

Maybe he truly did have a death wish since he flopped right on the bed. “Oh g- its nice...”

lostambitixn​:

“Probably not, but they’re still my family’s things.” Still, he made no motion to actually do anything to stop Farley from taking them. If he didn’t stop him, and he was part of the family, did that mean Farley wasn’t really stealing them?

He was more like, letting him have them.

It worked for him.

Devrim listened to what Farley was saying about the lost boys and not having anyone. He supposed it was one of those thing you hear so much on Neverland, that it didn’t really affect him, either, to hear it. Besides, he had parents, but he hadn’t had a normal start, either. He had been born in a test tube.

“Well, then, if you can’t remember them, then there’s nothing to be sad about. This is the only home, I’ve known. Before this, it was just the lab where the human men had me in a cage.”

He also didn’t say that like it was a weighted heavy heart wrenching thing. It was just what he knew, before he came to Neverland.

“I think we only have cell phones in here.” But Dev had licked his lip, as his blue eyes trailed their direction over to that fridge. Dammit, he thought about it.. now the burn of want was tickling. He could smell it. “I think food of the gods is in that fridge.”

But Dev pushed himself up off that couch and joined Farley in the kitchen right behind him. He pushed his nose up into the crook of the back of his neck just a little bit on instinct, smelling him, too, before he moved to the fridge, and opened it.

A very faint reverberated sound of clicks resonated from his throat, before he reached in and took out one of the arms. With a lick of his lip, he dug his teeth down right into it, ripping it up into his mouth with ease, bone fragments with it. “Sorry, I’ll get you something to eat.” He wiped his mouth, before he stuffed the rest of the arm into his mouth, and headed out into the living room toward the upstairs staircase. “My dads probably have one in their room. Come on.”

“... Yep, we both can agree that the past sucked and to look forward. Still, humans are very terrible people.. grown ups are true assholes, but some try to lead good lives. The ones that hurt you don’t deserve a good life thouh.”

He stuck out his tongue. “Nope, it’s totally pizza or anything that isn’t in that fridge. Help yourself to it though... what’s a cell phone- Dev-” He got the sudden nose pushed against his neck and rolls his eyes, still having some blush more from embarrassment that Devrim could so easily sneak up behind him.

He preferred not looking at what was happening though and walked out of the other’s way so he could eat. Only when he didn’t hear the sounds of eating did he turn and follow Dev. “Yeah, pizza and anything for me. Did Tom not let you have anything besides human? Come on, I need to let you try some human food that’s not in that fridge of death and nope.” 

Farley was going to get Devrim to try everything the boy had. Oh this feels like some torture and he was going to love it.

lostambitixn​:

“Well, I’m bigger than a human is, I know, but all right. No jumping on you,” he tossed form the couch. “You can jump on me, though. I don’t mind,” he said in amusement, watching as his friend ran into he kitchen through the open doorway and started ransacking his dad’s silverware.

“You know, I should stop you, right?”

But did he? No. He just smiled and continued to watch Farley make himself at home. “Really? You’ve never been in a home?” For some reason, that caught him by surprise. For some reason, since he had been taken so young, he just figured all of the other boys had some kind of home life before they got sent to the island.

“Where did you … “ With one sniff, Devrim knew what was in that fridge and paused what he was saying just as Farley found out for himself. “I think there’s some human food in the far cupboard.” But Farley was already looking for a phone and talking about pizza.

“What’s pizza?”

“No you shouldn’t~” He sang back, carrying the knives around him. “As if Tom’s going to miss them, right?”

He nodded as if it were no big deal, “nope, almost every Lost One either came from no where or had a home where no one wanted them. I only know Neverland and everything, never knew my parents or remember them for that matter.” He smiled as if it was just as casual to not have a home or know where you came from.

He shrugs, already searching for the phone. He had some money he had on him from before so there was no worry.. and if Tom left his credit card anywhere near by in eye site, he’d see just how much Farley was willing to eat. “The food of the gods I swear. You must try it! Now help me find the phone that is our salvation~~”

lostambitixn​:

“I didn’t know I was going to bust the door,” he laughed, still smiling at his friend. “Is it weird if I told you that I didn’t know I could do that? I mean I haven’t really had any chance to really be al of myself in Neverland, you know. I had to pretend to be human since I was a baby. I mean, Harry would let me hunt sometimes in my more natural way, I guess, which is kind of crazy, because I don’t even know what that is, to be honest. I only know how to be human, really. The other stuff is kind of just sort of instinct, I guess. I wonder what else I could do if I really just was myself, whatever that is.”

But he watched as Far walked inside, glancing around in awe. Frankly, Devrim had no idea that his dads’ home was so impressive to other people. It had been the only home he had known that wasn’t in Neverland, so he thought this was normal.

Farley’s reaction, though, made him laugh. “Why are you going to so crazy? I know we’ve been away from this world for a long time, but it’s just a house. I’m glad to be here, though.” He flopped onto the very expensive designer couch, watching as Far ran around the place like this was the first time he’d ever seen a house.

“Next time you want to jump on me, hold back please. I’d rather never feel how the door felt. It’s not weird.. I mean, dragon and all that. You’re stronger than a human I think.” 

He was amazed as he started running around the house, amazed. This was a mansion, a castle! He was quick to find the drawers that had the silverware and began taking the knives out, usually the sharper ones. “I never been in a home! That’s why, closest home I remember is in the jungle sleeping under the stars” Farley was not at all like Devrim. The Lost Boys were all he had known.. and even when he was in Storybrooke, he couldn’t adapt to being tamed.. he was to wild.

He walks to the fridge and opens it.. inside was regret and he quickly closed it with disgust. He walks to Devrim and past him, looking for a phone or something. “I’m ordering pizza or something... what’s in there is not at all good” 

lostambitixn​:

Dev couldn’t help the smile on his face. It was so weird, not even an hour ago he’d been so confused, terrified, and a swarming mix of a whole lot of other things he never thought he would feel. He was back with his dads. They loved him. They never forgot him. But also the Harry thing, and his Dad was possessed or something and he just didn’t even know what was up or down anymore.

Screw it! Logic didn’t have to make sense.

And he could go to both worlds!

He was home, again… and Far was there with him.

“All right, fair enough. Inside… but you’re not hiding,” he laughed. “My dads aren’t going to kill you, you’re my friend.”

He nodded, though. “Okay.. but you gotta race me. Race ya?” he called out, getting into a stance, his hair half falling in his eyes. “Ready… set.. go!” He called out before he even know if Farley was ready, but that just made it funnier as a few minutes later, he came crashing into the large ornate iron door, laughing, as he accidentally busted it in slightly off it’s hinge.

“Oops,” he laughed, out of breath, leaning over to place his hands on his knees watching Farley.

“Alright, I’m still taking the silverware though, I need the knives to hunt.” Farley wasn’t even trying to hide where he came from or that he was a Lost Boy as he walks to the dragon.

Only for the dragon to bolt in a race before he was ready and smashed into the door without any problems.. this guy was a tank! Farley stood there, eyes widened. “Damn.. you’re strong as hell.” 

The boy walked inside, glancing at the iron door that now was probably in dire need of repairs and walked in, gasping as he took in the sight. It was beautiful! He was already running about the place, checking out every inch. “Look at this place! Oh gods they got a fire place and look at the ceiling!”

The home was going to smell of Devrim but also reek of Farley as he sought out the kitchen to find food and things to take.

lostambitixn​:

Dev laughed at their banter, before he climbed over into the front next to the driver, half perched on his feet, before he clicked the passenger side door open as the car was still driving. “I don’t know,” he tossed back to Farley as he watched the road zoom past just a jump away from where he was. “I mean … he already did before my dad killed him, again. You weren’t there to hear what he said to me on the beach. You were too far away with the mermaids. He basically disowned me until he came back to life here.”

He didn’t want to talk about it, though, and just as Farley said it was beautiful, Dev lept from the moving car, stumbling just a little as he caught hold of himself. The road burn didn’t burn with with his scales.

“Well, come on, Far~…. I dare you!”

The driver, slammed on his breaks first thing, and before Farley could move or think about following after Devrim, he slipped him a small pocket bag the size of his hand. It was a bold move on his part considering there possibilities of this getting back to him, but he pressed it close to the boy’s hand, and quickly gave him a ‘look’ of ‘take it’ as if it were very important for him to have.

Inside of it, would be a small amount of vervain.

The car was stopped, and he moved around, faking his prior gesture as a means to open the kid’s door. 

“Ahh that’s cheating,” Dev said with a smile of pure innocence to what had just transpired. But yeah they had a whole pond around the house. “Want to swim?”

Before the boy could even react, Devrim was already out the door of the moving vehicle. He looked at the obviously (or so he assumed) compelled driver, “kids these days, am I right?” He smirked to himself at the little joke.

The breaks slammed and Farley was thankful for it. Unlike Devrim, he could get hurt if he didn’t angle correctly. The sudden expression made him stare and then look at the bag with some confusion. “Uh.. thanks.” 

He didn’t know what it was, but he pocketed it anyway for now. He hops out of the door of the stilled car and grinned. “First, I’m going inside. I am picking a room in here to hide in!” And maybe just maybe he wanted to take some things back to Neverland. “Plus, lets go inside! You haven’t been here in a long time and you can show me around.”

The vervain was unknown on Neverland, no one had known of its properties. There was no reason given there was no being that could compel someone besides Pan’s pipe probably.

lostambitixn​:

“Now, that’s just a tease~,” he also teased, and licked his lip visibly on purpose to just add that whole thing. “Can’t take it back now.” He leaned over and fake mouthed his arm and shoulder as if he were chewing but wasn’t really doing anything except tasting the material of his shirt.

He stopped, sitting back up on the comment Harry’s memories. “He’s not killing you,” he said. But did he know that? No. He looked hesitant, not wanting to lie to him, again, and have it happen for all he knew. “I’ll try harder this time to keep you safe from him… but I don’t know, he’s acting weird since he came back. He remembers everything we did and said, but he’s … he’s not acting normal. He’s .. acting like he’s not mad about it, even though I killed him and used my mind trick on him to forget. He knows I’ve killed and eaten lost boys and yet he’s telling my dad that I’m his brother and he loves me and acts like he isn’t even remotely angry. It’s weird. I don’t know.. he may be up to something. Maybe it has to do with my dad, I don’t know, but it makes me nervous.”

He listened about his dads.

“True,” he shrugged. “I never heard him talk about making more that way, but, again, I was only living with them for about a month before I was taken away to Neverland.”

He smiled at Farley’s comment, though. “Maybe I could ask him to make you one~,” he half teased. He wasn’t even sure if he was kidding or not. It’d be surreal, yet at the same time, it would be cool to have his best friend also like him.

He laughed at the zombie bite thing. ‘If that were the case, Far, every time we ate there would be a new dragon. I don’t it’s that. That would be crazy, though. My dad’s like ancient. Imagine how many dragons there would be.” He smiled.

Dev nodded. “I’d love to visit anywhere to be honest. I’ve literally only lived on Neverland minus a few months, Far….. oh, look,” he pointed out the window, as they pulled into a long driveway that could be seen as a road. “This is it. There’s a gate up ahead, and then we’re there.”

Just as if on cue, the ornamented gate came into view, and an enormous old fashioned stone decorated mansion sat in a courtyard behind it.

“Right there,” he pointed, standing up just a little in the back seat, leaning over to perch for a better view. He glanced back at Farley with excitement written all over his face. “That’s it! I can’t believe I’m actually here!”

“Booo” He laughs, “fine, a promise is a promise” he was going to die he just knew it. He pouts, “yuck drool! My one weakness.” 

It was almost funny. Anyone that had known Farley would have rarely seen him laugh the way he did with genuine laughter. He felt okay to let his guard down around the other. Still Farley was also doubtful on if he wouldn’t be outright killed. 

Harry had killed him, Tom would kill him to. Instead he changed the subject to Harry, “... I’m now doubly worried. If Harry remembers than he knows everything you done. And not mad about it? He’s pissed I bet. What if he banishes you? Me, I could care less if he kicks me out... but that is your home to as well as this world.” He was now back to thinking of the worst. “Or the Dark One side of him is gone and he’s not as twisted or something?”

“Okay true. So no on that--” He looks out the window and stared in growing awe. This monster was loaded! Art Galley that was a maze and now this place?! “It’s.. beautiful.” And so big. He wanted to get out and run the rest of the way, just run along the grass and ground towards the mansion. He didn’t know why.. it was just so open.

“Oh my Neverland, he has a pool!” Okay it was more of a moat but hey it had water in it!

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Dev had laughed at the first comment, knowing they were just jostling each other around about the eating.. then the shower … then ….

“Wait, what? Really?” he asked. Did he actually hear that right? Curiously Devrim tilted his head just a bit to the side as if inspecting him in a very dragon like manner. “You’d actually let me eat you? What if you don’t come back, though? I mean, I’d be really careful. I wouldn’t bite you.”

He listened more to what Farley was saying. “Yeah, I thought my venom would have made it harder or something, but nope. He came back with full memories…,” he added that little bit of information.

But yeah his dad was somehow made into a dragon. 

“Yeah, like a full on dragon roar,” he smiled just a bit at Farley’s attempt to look like one. “Yeah, maybe. I don’t know. I don’t even know how they did it. They didn’t really discuss everything with me I was only a a few months old.” He remembered everything he did learn, though. “All I know is that when I first met my dads he was human. I remember him smelling really good and I was hungry so I’d I new on him a lot.” He laughed a little, shaking his head. “But yeah, he’s not like part dragon or anything. He’s a full true dragon just like my other dad and me.”

“Point.. can I take that back then? I’d rather not die forever.” Wouldn’t bite him. That isn’t what worried him, it was the suffocation or worst painful acidic ending.

“Oh.. great, he remembers everything. So how long until he kills me again?” Farley rolls his eyes, annoyed. He ran his hand over where his heart was, making sure it still was in there and beating. “He reminds me to much of Pan in that regard and lack of care for anyone. Guess that’s why Wil liked him so much.” The boy frowned. There was a reason why Farley was known as the disloyal one.

“Damn if I was a dragon, imagine, no more you eating me.. heavenly” The boy teased, “yeah right on Tom ever making another dragon. He hates us.. humans to much, your dad was a unique case I bet.” Farley didn’t exactly fancy changing into a dragon either. It looked to painful for one thing. But the wings... no, he was better off as a human. It’s all he knew.

“That is still amazing. I wonder how it’s done... ahaha, oh my gods what if it’s like a bite like a zombie or something!? Like you get bitten and suddenly, dragon. Hmm.. wouldn’t make sense given you bit your dad a lot and I was bitten and haven’t sprouted wings or horns yet.” He checked his head jokingly. 

He glanced at the guy driving before looking out the window. “We should visit Storybrooke one day to! You’d be amazed at everything there that’s changed now. And if you ever had anything from Granny’s Diner, you’d never want to leave” The boy grinned, “I need to go back there eventually. I kind of left my group there to go to Neverland for a bit.”

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Devrim chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll trim my talons, like never!” They were his best feature according to him, well, aside from his venom tricks. Dev licked his teeth unconsciously as he smiled at Farley. “Fair enough. I’ll give you a heads up at the first sign I sense him. I can usually hear or smell someone a good ways away.”

Little did he know he was giving away information on a very non-compelled spy from an ex-Order member gone Rogue after Tom’s takeover, who was very much on vervain and pretending to be compelled to spy on Tom and .. now apparently, this little surprise.

Their clone.

Dev lifted his nose to try to smell the pollution his friend was talking about. He did catch of whiff of something weird and funky. “Yeah, it does smell weird here. I like Neverland’s better. But, of course, you know… if I can go back and forth on my free will through that portal .. I can find food here and not have to eat the Lost Boys.”

He smirked at Far’s comment on the normal every day conversation they were having. “Yeah humans talk about eating people and killing them all the time,” he laughed.

Dev playfully pushed himself off of Farley since he had have toppled on him over the seat as Far stretched. “I’m sure he does. He always had food for us. To be honest, I could probably eat, too.”

“Really? Wish I could smell that good. Gods you probably smell me and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” Farley laughed. If only he knew that they were far from safe and that Devrim was in danger. “Yeah.. Neverland is much cleaner.” He didn’t know he was giving away where he had lived or where Devrim had been to.

“That would be good, far better than there that’s for sure.” And Farley staying off the menu. “True, or spearing the enemy with dreamshade and saying all adults suck or something.”

He rolls his eyes, “I better not be on your menu, Dev. I will order my own food if what Tom has is.. well, not good at all for me.” He’d rather never think of what Tom had in his freezer.. that alone would give the Lost Boy nightmares for weeks.