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finally, the next instalment of this adventure! only another one to go (and an epilogue)! once more, major thanks to @kmomof4 for being the best beta!

Chapter Six - Camelot

word count: 9,372 words

rating: Teen and Up

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They were summoned to the throne room the next morning. There had been new clothes laid out in their room and a bath prepared. Killian chose to explain it with magic and not think about the fact that there had possibly been someone in the room without him noticing.

Their bags had been delivered to their room the night prior and he was happy to note that their things were all present and accounted for. There wasn’t much he needed from it except for the drawing of his brother and his compass - a gift from Nemo. And his sword, of course.

Emma and her parents were already waiting for them in the throne room. Emma looked as beautiful as she had before. Her hair had been pulled away from her face, a blue leather vest and a white shirt she wore fit her like a glove, and the dark trousers complemented her form.

The three seemed deep in conversation, and the royals’ frowns told him that they weren’t happy with the course of it. He wasn’t a betting man anymore but he would wager he knew the subject.

“Even before we appeared on the bank of Lake Nostos, we promised we wouldn’t leave you again. We won’t go back on it now,” Snow tearfully explained.

“You can’t go. You said last night that you were ready to be the people’s ruler again. You have to stay here.” Emma’s tone had a hint of panic, of fear. “This is my mission, I need to go.”

“We can’t change your mind?” David almost begged. “We only just got you back…”

Emma took a deep breath. “I need to do this.”

The determination in her eyes blazed like fire and Killian watched as Snow looked at David, and gripped his hand in a tight grip, an entire conversation being held within their gazes. They turned watering eyes and sad smiles on their daughter, and Killian thought his heart would break.

“We know,” Snow said, her hand on Emma’s cheek. “You’re so grown, a hero in your own right.”

“I-I’m not-” Emma stuttered, her eyes shining in the morning light.

“You are,” David interrupted, pulling Emma and Snow to him for a tight hug.

Killian wondered how many years Emma had longed to be held this way, to be loved this way, and his heart went out to her while his mind traveled to the only parent he still had.

“Y-You don’t have to go, Emma.” Henry’s quiet voice next to him broke him away from his thoughts and the three-person hug in front of them as they finally noticed their audience. “You can stay. You should stay.”

His shaking voice had Killian’s hand tighten on his shoulder.

“Henry,” Emma kneeled in front of the boy, her hands cupping his cheeks. “I want to go with you. I want to make sure you’ll be safe.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Henry.” Snow’s voice shook just as much as the boy’s. “This family will always find each other.”

Snow stood close by, her hand back in her husband’s and he nodded. “There have been many times when Snow and I were separated from each other but we still held on to hope.”

“We were separated from our daughter all those years ago, but we had hope that we’d see her again,” Snow added with a watery smile.

“And look where we are now,” David finished.

“Never lose hope, Henry. Even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing.”

Henry nodded, tears running down his cheeks but a hopeful smile on his lips. He threw himself at Emma, burying his face on her neck as they both held on tight to each other. “Thank you,” he whispered.

Hope.

Maybe they were on to something.

After all, it was abundantly clear to him how much his life had changed ever since he started having hope.

David cleared his throat and Killian took the distraction to wipe away the tears that had escaped down his cheeks. “Since you’re off on an adventure, I wanted to give you guys something.” He gestured with his head towards the throne at the end of the room.

Henry and Emma followed him holding on to each other’s hands. Killian made to follow, when a hand on his chest stopped him. Looking down, he saw Snow’s watery eyes hiding a fire behind them. Emma’s fire.

“I have something important to ask of you.”

Killian nodded. “Of course, your Majesty.”

“That’s my daughter.” Her voice broke and she cleared her throat. “That’s my daughter and I want her back in my arms. I am prepared to give you anything you wish to protect her and make sure she lives. Gold. Jewels. Anything.”

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline the offer, Your Majesty.”

“What?” Her eyes were wide open with shock, her lips parted.

“You see…” He trailed away for a moment, his smile towards her nothing like his usual smirk, there was too much swirling through his chest to allow for such arrogance. “I have no need for your gold or your jewels. All I need is for Emma to be safe.” He couldn’t help the way his eyes drifted to her, the way she smiled at her father, the way she shined.

When he looked back at the Queen, she was smiling, a soft smile that lit up her eyes.

“You love her, don’t you?”

Killian looked away, scratching behind his ear. Was it so obvious?

“I’m starting to,” he confessed. “It creeps up on you, doesn’t it?”

Snow laughed and he couldn’t help but smile.

“It does, yes.” She nodded, watching him for a few seconds and sobering up. “When we left the castle yest- I mean, that day, we had hope that we’d see her again, yes, but I also had hope that, even if we didn’t, she’d be loved. She’d be okay.”

The Queen cleared her throat, trying to stave off the swelling sadness.

“She told us it wasn’t anything like I’d hoped. I regret that we weren’t able to give her that happiness and love.” She took a deep shaky breath. “But she’s strong. She pushed through and she became more than we ever expected. Seeing the way you and Henry love her, makes it all a little easier. Thank you.”

“Believe me, Your Majesty, loving them is, without a doubt, the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

The smile on his face melted into shock by the Queen’s tight embrace around him. He hadn’t felt such motherly affection in years. His arms went around her slowly, his eyes closing.

“Killian, look what I have!”

Henry’s call broke their hug, Snow grabbing onto his arms to look at him with a smile. He could only smile back and let her hope fill him. Killian cleared his throat.

“What do you have, lad?”

“A knife!”

“What?!” In a flash, Killian’s smile again turned into shock as he strode over to them.

“It’s not a knife, Henry. It’s a dagger,” David corrected, a smile on his face.

“Why does he even have a dagger?”

“For protection,” David answered like it was obvious. “But only as a last resource, remember?”

“Yeah!” Henry’s reassurance didn’t mean much when the boy was pretending that he was in an imaginary fight with his dagger.

“Henry?” David crossed his arms on his chest and raised an eyebrow.

Henry looked up quickly, his eyes wide and mouth agape before nodding. “Right, last resource.” Sheepishly, the boy sheathed the dagger on the new scabbard on his belt. “Look, Snow. Look at my dagger!”

Despite his concern over the boy, he guessed David was right, Henry should be able to defend himself without his magic. Just the thought of the boy in danger, however… Killian didn’t want to consider it. He looked away to find Emma’s attention on the sword in her hands.

It looked nothing like her old one. This one looked heavier - more of a royal’s sword than a pirate’s, he guessed. The hilt was golden and the cross-guard was curved, a masterful build.

“Looks like a perfect fit, don’t you think?” David asked, having followed his gaze, a look of pride in his eyes.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Since we can’t go with you, I want to know you’ll have a piece of me with you. To help you.” David’s voice was shaky despite his best efforts.

“Thank you.” Emma’s voice matched her father’s as she smiled back. She sheathed the sword on the equally detailed scabbard on her belt.

“Killian!” Henry called as he approached them with Snow. “Have you told them where we’re headed next?”

“No, lad.” He smiled. “I thought you’d want to do the honors.”

“So, last night, Killian checked Cygnus. You know, the star we’re following.” Henry looked between them and, like the avid listeners they were, they nodded. “It’s telling us to go West, to Ca-”

“I’m glad you’re all here.” There was a flash of blue magic after the sound of the Blue Fairy’s voice and Killian couldn’t help the surge of annoyance that rose in him at her presence and interruption.

“Is there something wrong?” Snow asked with a confused frown.

“No, no, I’m here to open a portal for Emma and the Truest Believer,” she answered matter-of-factly. “They’ll be heading to Camelot.”

Henry deflated next to him and Killian frowned. “How do you know that?”

The Blue Fairy sighed. “Camelot is where Merlin will be waiting for the Truest Believer, to fulfill the prophecy.”

“What about Avalon?” Emma asked, taking a step forward. “I’m supposed to take Henry there.”

“Avalon is a myth, dear. It doesn’t exist. It’s merely a sailor’s tale.” Her tone was patronizing as she glanced unimpressed at Killian.

“Tinkerbell told me that the prophecy said that’s where I’m supposed to take Henry.”

“You should know better than to listen to that girl. She has disgraced her role as a fairy and has no business interpreting the prophecy.”

Emma frowned at the fairy’s haughty and indifferent tone. He agreed with the sentiment. Killian watched as Henry took a deep breath and approached the fairy. He couldn’t help the step he took towards the boy, the instinct to protect rising fiercely in him, stopped only by Emma’s reassuring hand on his arm.

“Blue, I need to-”

“Ah, yes, Henry, I have something for you,” the fairy interrupted.

His face lit up expectantly but Killian had already learned to expect the worse from her.

“Tiger Lily asked me to give you this.” In her hand was a vial of sparkly dust. “It's fairy dust.”

Henry frowned as he reached up to take the vial, only for the Blue Fairy to pull it from his reach.

“I was against giving this to you, given your age, inexperience, and its power, but she was adamant that you have it. Tiger Lily is a… special fairy, and she knows how to get her point across.” The frown on her face told Killian there was more she was leaving out of the explanation, but given how secretive the fairies were - and the Blue Fairy in particular - he doubted any of them would ever know what it was. The fairy raised her eyebrow expectantly. “She assured me that you’d use it wisely.”

“Of course, you can trust me.” The boy clutched the vial carefully, reverently. “Did she say anything else?”

“No.”

Henry cleared his throat. “Then maybe you can answer some of my questions.” Killian was proud of his strong tone but the Blue Fairy’s unchanged expression didn’t give him hope that she’d answer.

“No time for that.” Blue waved him away and the boy’s crestfallen expression was heartbreaking. She turned to the others. “Say your goodbyes quickly and I’ll open the portal.”

As soon as Henry got close enough, Killian pulled him close. “I thought they cared.” The boy’s whisper had him tightening his embrace.

Pulling away, Killian caressed the boy’s cheek before patting the hand still clutching the vial with his hook. “I think they still do, my boy.”

Henry looked down and nodded slowly. “Yeah…”

Killian pulled the boy in for another tight embrace, his hand on the back of his head.

“Be careful.” Snow spoke behind them, her hands on Emma’s cheeks, her voice shaky. “Trust your companions and please, don’t do anything reckless.”

“That might be hard, considering how much like your mot-” Snow gave David a silent glare, causing a watery smile to bloom on Emma’s face. “Like all your family you are.”

Emma smiled wide. “I promise I’ll be safe.” She was the one to initiate the hug now, her eyes closed in happiness, her hands gripping her parents’ clothes. “I’ll be back.”

Henry and Killian watched as they slowly released each other and Snow placed a kiss on Emma’s forehead. There was an insistent throat clearing from behind them that Killian completely ignored but broke the peaceful moment between the other three.

Snow and David made their way to Killian and Henry next, David pulling Henry into a big hug that lifted the boy’s feet from the ground and made his giggles echo in the large room. Snow’s hand was on his arm with a reminder of his promise in her eyes. He nodded.

They switched next and while David’s handshake wasn’t as emotional as Snow’s hug, Killian still saw the emotion in the man’s eyes, pleading for the same promise the Queen asked of him. Killian tightened his grip on the man’s hand and nodded, an unspoken agreement between the two. Snow was peppering kisses all over Henry’s face making him laugh once more. That was definitely a good start to an adventure.

The Blue Fairy’s impatience grew too loud to ignore and they all turned to her.

“Now that you’re all done,” the fairy pointedly remarked, “it’s time to go.”

With a wave of her wand, a bright orange portal roared to life.

“We love you, Emma,” Snow called over the noise of the portal.

“Come back to us,” David added.

Emma nodded vigorously, lips thinned in overwhelming emotion. She held onto Henry’s hand. Killian held on to the other as they approached the swirling portal. They all turned back to look at the royals they were leaving behind for one last glance.

Not waiting another moment to change their minds, they all crossed through the portal.

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The first thing that came to Killian’s mind once they came out on the other side was the lack of nausea. Which was a very happy and welcome reprieve.

Second thing was the silence.

They stood in the middle of a pathway, stone walls standing tall in front of them. Killian turned around to an empty village. Houses were closed, streets were clear, shops were shut.

He was getting really tired of desolate kingdoms.

But this silence was different. There were people here, he could feel it. Unlike Misthaven, there were no signs of disaster. People were just gone. Hidden.

“Another deserted kingdom?” Emma sighed, her voice quiet.

“It seems our little adventure has a theme.”

“I feel something inside those doors,” Henry whispered, his finger pointed at two large wooden doors embedded into a tall stone wall.

“Last chance to turn back,” Killian teased, even with an anxious cadence to his voice.

Emma rolled her eyes with a hint of a smile while Henry chuckled before pulling the two adults towards the doors. Taking a deep breath, they pushed the doors open.

The doors gave way to a large courtyard lit by the midday sun. On the other side of the circle, stood a man in shining silver armor. His hair was dark and his terrible grin shone in the sunlight. Next to him, sat a woman. Hair as dark as the man’s but her expression spoke of an immense sadness, regret and fear, all the fight taken out of her.

“He told me you’d appear,” The man said, his voice echoing in the courtyard.

“Who are you?” Killian asked, standing in front of Henry who grabbed onto his sleeve.

“I’m King Arthur of Camelot and I’ll be taking the Heart of the Truest Believer from you.”

“Just you, mate?” Killian asked, a smirk on his face and eyebrow raised. “I have to say, I like our odds.”

Arthur’s grin widened before he whistled. For a few seconds, nothing happened. Suddenly, a large lion-like creature crashed into the courtyard - its mane and tail was made of fire and it was easily twice the size of an actual lion. Its roar shook the ground they stood on.

“You had to ask,” Emma grumbled next to him, unsheathing her sword.

“At least it’s just one this time,” Henry commented from behind them.

Killian sighed in exasperation, shifting on his feet as he armed himself.

The creature sat next to the king, his fiery eyes on the three strangers. While Killian was a man of bravery, the creature’s size was enough to make him reconsider his initial plan.

“Alright, mate, we might have started on the wrong foot,” Killian started, trying for a disarming tone.

“Give me the Heart of the Truest Believer or I will take it from you. It's as simple as that, mate,” Arthur interrupted.

“Why do you want it so much?” Henry asked, taking a step forward. Both Killian and Emma stepped closer to the boy at Arthur’s hungry stare. He knew it was Henry.

“Why?! My kingdom is broken, and your heart will make it whole!”

“And you’d kill an innocent boy for your kingdom?!” Emma asked, angrily.

“Please, Arthur,” the woman next to him pleaded. “You don’t need to do this, we can still be happy.”

Killian watched as the madness in Arthur’s gaze eased, his eyes shifting from his queen to Henry. There was something hidden behind his eyes - recognition. A fast blur flew over them and he felt as if they were being watched, a tingle on the back of his neck. Any progress he thought they had made with Arthur seemed to shatter, a shadow shuttering his eyes once more.

“For years, I lived for Merlin’s prophecies!” Arthur shouted. “For years, I was mocked, ridiculed, for believing that I would be king! And when it finally happened, I’m given this, this broken kingdom! But with your heart, I will make it whole! Your heart will make me a king!”

He raised his hand then, the beast standing on four feet, its fire burning bright and angry.

“No more talking, the Heart is mine!”

Without any further warning, the beast leapt forward, its thundering steps unsettling their footing. Henry threw his hands up, a strong magical shield stopping it in its tracks. The shield wouldn’t last long, with the beast charging it again and again.

“What are we going to do?” Killian asked, watching Henry.

“Arthur is controlling the monster,” Emma answered, focused on the creature. “We need to split up.”

“What?”

“Like we did in Arendelle,” Henry added, with obvious difficulty. The strain of holding the shield against the monster’s attacks was wearing on the boy.

“Henry and I will deal with this beast, you’ll get Arthur,” Emma delegated. “On three, Henry will lower the shield, I will hold the creature back while you run to Arthur. Ok?”

Killian nodded. “Be careful, both of you.” His eyes lingered on his companions, hope burgeoning in him for their safety.

“You too,” Henry said, Emma nodding in agreement.

“Alright, one, two, three!”

Henry’s shield came down followed immediately by a blast of white magic from Emma’s hands. The beast was thrown a few feet, letting Killian use that distraction to run towards where Arthur watched the fight. Expectedly, Arthur saw him coming and armed himself in time to block Killian’s attack.

The beast focused back on the magic users. Killian kept an attentive ear on the battle next to him, hoping that he wouldn't hear Emma or Henry get hurt.

Killian and Arthur’s swords clanged in tune with the beast’s growls. Arthur didn’t fight like any royal he’d fought against before but then again, neither did Killian.

“Call off your beast,” Killian grunted, as he managed to lock Arthur’s sword against his. “You won’t win!”

Arthur’s determined gaze spoke louder than any words as they forced each other’s swords.

More than willing to play dirty, Killian kicked at Arthur’s leg, ruining his balance and causing him to fall. While on the floor, Arthur grinned even with Killian’s sword pointed at him. But he wasn’t looking at him. “I disagree.”

Killian’s heart beat louder in his chest as he turned to look at his companions, even knowing how dangerous it was. Turning to them, Killian saw Henry laying down, looking terrified as the beast’s large paws pinned him to the ground. The beast bellowed loudly.

He couldn’t see Emma.

“Henry!” Killian called, turning towards the boy, blind with his need to protect him.

“Not so fast.” Arthur’s smug voice reminded him of his ongoing battle. “We are not done yet.”

He was glad for his years of practice as he managed to side-step a swipe at his head. A white glow and a loud whine had him hoping that Emma had managed to save Henry. Arthur’s angry expression confirmed it.

From then on, his mind was torn. Killian tried to focus on Arthur’s fighting techniques, on learning and avoiding them, but he knew most of his focus was elsewhere.

There was a lull in the magical battle next to him. A million scenarios paraded through his mind and he hated all of them. His sword swipes became faster and more intense and he relished the frown on Arthur’s brow. Their swords locked and he put all his strength behind it.

“Now!” Henry’s shout surprised them both and they turned at the same time.

Killian watched as Henry jumped to the side as Emma used her hands to direct water on top of the beast. Amazingly effective, the fire was extinguished and the beast fell to the ground, breathing heavily.

“No!” Arthur shouted and Killian quickly focused on stopping any thought of intervention by holding his sword against the king’s neck.

Unflinchingly, Henry approached the beast and fumbled with something on his clothing. From where he stood, Killian saw the sparkle of what he assumed was the fairy dust Henry had been gifted fall on the beast.

A blinding light encompassed the large monster. When it was gone, they were all surprised to find a man lying where the beast used to be. A man wearing a knight’s outfit.

“Lancelot!” The queen called from where she had been sitting restlessly before rushing towards the waking man on the floor. “I thought you had left.”

Despite the distance between where he stood and the tender scene in front of him, Killian still heard the relieved sigh of the man. “I could never leave you, Gwen.”

Never had he thought they would be reuniting long-lost lovers with this adventure, but then again, he never thought he’d be in this adventure in the first place.

His eyes immediately found Henry and Emma, who appeared unscathed even if tired. The relieved feeling in his heart was overwhelming, and he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Killian could only look at Henry’s proud and happy expression, at Emma’s hand on the boy’s shoulder, and her own look of joy. It looked simply beautiful on her.

“Killian! Look out!” Henry called loudly and Killian moved just in time to miss Arthur’s swipe at his head. A bright white light threw Arthur against one of the stone columns, rendering him unconscious.

A word of gratitude was stopped on his tongue at Emma’s look of terror and Henry’s matching one. A breeze blew through the courtyard making him aware of a cold sting on his throat. He dropped his sword to touch the left side of his neck. When he looked at his hand, there was an alarming amount of blood on it for a mere scratch.

“Oh.” Killian’s knees wobbled under him as he knelt to the ground. In seconds, Emma and Henry were in front of him.

There was pressure on his neck. Emma’s green eyes came into focus and his heart shattered at the worry and fear in them. He wished they would never look that way.

“Killian?” Henry’s quiet call squeezed his heart. He had promised that Henry wouldn’t feel that way again. “Can’t you heal him, Emma?”

Emma shut her eyes and he mourned the loss. There was only the sound of his labored breathing.

“I can’t!” Emma shouted in frustration. “Come on, Killian, stay with us!”

He wanted to tell her that he wouldn't leave - that he would never leave them - but the pressure on his throat stopped him. Their faces turned blurry and he could feel his mouth open and close, wanting to tell him that it was okay, that all that mattered was that they were okay. That he loved them.

Emma’s face became even more blurry as she shook her head.

“No.” Her voice sounded far away but never more clear. “We are not losing you, not now, not ever.” He felt her deep breath in his own chest.

The warmth on his hand disappeared and Killian watched as Emma grabbed Henry’s hand and placed it over hers on his neck. “We’ll do this together, like we’ve done everything so far. What do you say, kid?”

Killian could hear the desperation in her voice and he wondered if Henry could hear it too. The pressure on his neck grew and he was finally able to take a deep breath.

“Let’s do this.” Henry’s voice was less confident than he no doubt intended, too wrapped in despair, but it didn’t make Killian trust him any less.

There was a sudden burning feeling on his throat and he howled in pain. He felt as though his wound was being cauterized from the inside. There was a tight grip on his arms, barely felt over the pain.

He remembered the way Nemo held his only hand as the blurry face of a shipmate burned his stump. He remembered wanting it to stop, wanting everything to stop, wanting the peace and quiet of death. He remembered the way he held onto revenge when he woke up days later.

This pain, however, he bore it, cherished it, welcomed it because he knew that it would allow him to live. It would allow him to be okay. It would allow him to see Emma and Henry again.

“Killian?”

It did.

His eyes fluttered open to find the worried faces of his companions, his family. Killian only had a second to witness the look of relief and happiness on Henry’s face before the boy threw himself against him in a tight hug, the feeling of holding the boy in his arms better than any magical remedy.

With his arms wrapped around the boy, he finally looked at Emma. There were tears in her eyes but the most beautiful smile on her lips. How he loved her smile.

“You aren’t getting rid of me yet, love.” His voice was hoarse and quieter than he expected but it was worth it for the quiet chuckle she gave.

“Good.”

He felt the warmth of her hand on his face, the light stroke of her thumb on his cheek but all he could see were her eyes. The happiness, the relief, and something else he hoped would be there for a long time to come.

“Is he okay?” A familiar female voice sounded from behind Emma.

She nodded, without taking her eyes off him, a soft smile on her lips. “Yeah, he’s okay.”

Henry’s head lifted from their embrace to smile brightly at the two of them and Killian could only laugh. Laugh at how stupidly happy he was to have met them. The way they joined in his laughter warmed his heart, and reminded him of how happy he was to be alive.

Killian held on to Emma’s arm, sadly staining the white shirt with his blood - not that they cared much - so he could sit up. Henry’s hands were on his arms, a worried frown on his forehead. But Killian only smiled. He was alive, he was okay, he was ready to carry on his life with them. His hand tightened on Emma’s arm as he bumped his forehead with Henry’s.

“Thank you,” he whispered before he moved back to look at the two of them. “Thank you for saving me.”

Henry’s smile was wide, his small body crashing into him for a second time. “Thank you for staying.” The boy’s whisper sounded loud in his ears and he wished he could stay in this moment forever.

A loud scream interrupted them.

They looked towards the source to find the queen with a horrified look on her face as she pointed towards the far side of the courtyard.

“Arthur…” Lancelot whispered with the same expression.

They all turned to see Arthur’s body standing in front of the pillar Emma had thrown him against. That would be alarming all on its own, but the truly shocking part was the fact that his head hung forward, the man still clearly unconscious. The king’s body took stumbling steps towards them, his head lolling from side to side.

As Arthur continued his lumbering approach, Killian noticed a second shadow on the floor. A much less fumbling figure from Arthur’s unstable form.

With Emma’s help, Killian stood from the ground, pulling Henry behind them. From the corner of his eye, he could see Lancelot - even in his weakened state - try to shield his queen.

And then, Arthur stopped.

They watched as his head was thrown back, his whole body following suit and so precariously unbalanced that Killian wondered how he was still on his feet.

A bright gash appeared in the middle of Arthur’s chest without any response from the man, not even a small whimper, even when a hand burst out from the rift. One of the shadows reflected on the ground began to convulse until it disappeared.

“Take her to safety, now!” Emma yelled towards the other two people in the courtyard, forcing Henry further behind them, hoping to block his view.

They heard the urging voice of Lancelot and the frightened voice of the queen before the couple’s rushed footsteps reached their ears.

Their full attention drawn back in front of them once Lancelot and the queen were safely away, they watched as a second hand joined the first, widening the tear in the king’s chest. Killian could only hope he could spare Henry the nightmares that were sure to follow the gruesome scene. It was only moments before a blonde head emerged from the fissure. And then the figure stepped out of the former king’s carcass to stand in front of them, Arthur’s body crumbling to the ground.

“When you want something done, you have to do it yourself.” The surprise guest’s voice was eerily peppy given the macabre scene surrounding them and Killian struggled to keep his jaw from dropping.

He looked only a few years older than Henry, even though his face told of decades of existence and he was dressed in a green outfit that reminded Killian of Emma’s old one. He’d seen him before. Emma gasped.

“Pan…”

“Hello, Duckling.” Pan was grinning and his voice lacked surprise. He knew they would be here. “Didn’t think you’d seen the last of me, did you?”

“H-How is this possible? You can’t leave Neverland!” Emma’s voice trembled. She looked terrified, a panic in her eyes that he’d only seen once before - when they sailed too close to the island aboard the Black Pearl. A lost girl.

“Our dimwitted king helped me with that,” Pan said smugly, pointing towards the body. “His failure gave me enough time to get the Heart of the Truest Believer myself.”

“You’re just as dimwitted if you think we’ll let you take the Heart.” Killian took a step forward, inching himself closer to Emma and covering Henry more.

“Ah, Captain Hook, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” Emma tensed up next to him and Henry placed a questioning hand on his arm but he didn't stop directing his glare towards Pan. “I had expected a bounty hunter like you to have been more interested in the deal I offered.”

“You were wrong.”

“Pan was the one who sent you after me?” Henry’s quiet question pulled his attention off Pan.

“I didn’t know who he was when we spoke.”

“Lucky for you, I’ll give you another chance.” Their eyes followed Pan’s casual pacing, the feeling of prey watching a predator settling on them. “Give me the boy and you can leave. Go back to your life.”

Killian glared at Pan’s knowing and confident grin, as if he knew Killian would take the deal. Henry’s hand tightened on his left arm, and Emma sent him a sidelong glance. But Killian couldn’t take his eyes off Pan.

“And what makes you think I would accept?”

“It’s like you said,” Pan replied with a shrug of his shoulders, “you’re a survivor.”

A shiver ran down his spine. He’d never said that to Pan or anyone else besides Emma. Not for the first time, the feeling came over him that they were being watched.

“I have been watching you three for a while.” Pan’s eerily calm demeanor became even more disturbing. “So, I’m going to sweeten the deal. Give me the boy and I’ll even let you take someone with you. Emma.” His penetrating stare landed on her and a small, utterly depraved and evil smile lifted the corner of his lips before he spoke again. “My sweet duckling. We both know how much you would love that.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I’ll kill you all.”

The demon’s nonchalant attitude as he made the statement made gooseflesh erupt on Killian’s skin, but he just hummed, as if considering the proposal. “That’s an interesting proposition.” His hand tightened on his dagger. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to refuse.”

Killian was grateful for his connection with Emma as his thrown dagger was matched by the whistling of her short arrow. The weapons traveled towards their common enemy, only for a dark blur to stop them.

Pan laughed, a terrible laugh that made his ears ring. “You didn’t really think it would be that easy, did you?”

They didn’t have time to answer before they were being pulled back by the arms. Killian felt the tight grip immobilizing him but when he tried to escape, he couldn’t see anyone. Looking towards where Emma was caught in the same struggle as he was, he noticed a dark shadow behind her, a shadow holding the arms of her shadow. It occurred to him that this might be a battle they wouldn’t be able to win.

Pan approached with slow, confident steps where Henry stood helplessly looking between his two companions. The lad looked scared but Killian’s struggle to escape was useless.

“Get away from the boy!”

“Leave him alone!”

Killian and Emma’s voices were angry but they were laced with desperation.

“You had your chance.” Pan shrugged again with a wide grin. “Now, you’ll get to see me kill the boy. And then, you’ll see me kill my runaway Swan. Only then will I kill you. Nice and slow!”

Killian’s struggle grew more violent as Pan got closer to Henry. From the corner of his eye, he could see Emma was doing the same.

“Why do you want my heart?” Killian could hear the fear in Henry’s voice, but there was bravery in his eyes.

“Have you learned nothing? I want power! I want the power your heart will give me!” Henry had to look up as Pan approached, but he didn’t back down.

There was pride mixed in with Killian’s fear.

“How did you know it was me?”

“I thought you were smarter than that, laddie,” Pan grinned. “A prophecy told me about you, a baby born in a night with no moon or stars. Your parents knew it too, so it took me a long time to find you.”

“You saw my parents?” Henry’s voice was quiet, like the young boy he never got the chance to be. Killian’s frown matched the one on Emma’s face.

“No. But my Lost Ones did, the last ones to see them alive.” Pan’s fake pout had Killian’s hair stand at attention. “But that’s only because they’re the ones who killed them.”

The heartbreak coming from Henry nearly brought Killian to his knees. The boy knew he was an orphan but to hear it spoken of so callously and with so much certainty was the height of cruelty. It was clear Pan was enjoying inflicting this pain on the boy. He was feeding off it.

“They told me your father was the first to go, trapped in the house when my boys set it on fire-”

“Stop it!” Emma shouted.

“But your mother?” Pan continued, ignoring the two adults’ struggle, his grin widening. “She escaped, ran away with you, but she didn’t go far-”

“Don’t listen to him, lad!”

“Your mother abandoned you and ran away. You should be thanking me for having had her killed, she deserved it. We even celebrated!”

“He’s lying, Henry, I remember that night!” Emma’s voice broke through Pan’s sadistic game, bringing it to a screeching halt.

Henry turned to her and Killian saw the tears streaking down his cheeks and his begging eyes. Killian’s struggle intensified.

“Remember your place, Duckling,” Pan warned but she ignored him.

“That was the night I escaped, I remember the screams on the island. They weren’t celebrating,” she explained feverishly, “They had failed.” Her eyes were on the boy, a hint of a smile on her face, a smile meant only for him. “They were after you, but they didn’t find you. She didn’t abandon you and deep down you know that.”

Pan growled and Killian watched as another shadow joined the one behind Emma to pull on her hair. An involuntary whimper of pain escaped her lips even as she tried to stifle it. Henry took a step towards her but she shook her head the best she could to stop him. The boy turned back towards Pan.

“She didn’t abandon me.” Henry spoke clearly and with his head held high. “She protected me from you, she saved me. Your games won’t work on me.”

There was a moment when Pan’s frown marred his young face where Killian foolishly thought they could win, that Henry’s bravery would be enough. But then Pan smiled.

“You’re right, no more games.” His voice was soft and calm but it only unnerved them. “I’ll be clear, give me your heart or they die.”

Pan grinned as he snapped his fingers. A black figure appeared in front of Killian, there was no face, no body, merely the shadow of a person. That’s what it was, a shadow - he’d never seen one up close and he suddenly feared it would be the last thing he would ever see.

Without warning, the shadow grabbed onto his shoulders and began to slowly pull. This pain was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, including the one he had suffered only moments ago. It felt like his insides were being pulled out of him - as if his very essence was being removed.

His screams of pain were echoed by Emma’s, who was clearly suffering his same fate.

“Run, Henry!” Killian yelled. “You need to run!”

“No! I won’t leave you, I won’t let you die!”

“You need to go, Henry!” Emma urged him between screams of pain.

“No!” Henry unsheathed his dagger to point it at Pan. “Let them go!” Henry looked so frightened, his dagger held in a shaky grip.

“Even if you could kill me, they would still die,” Pan gloated with a shrug. Henry’s arm lowered in defeat. “What’ll it be, Believer? You or them?”

“No!”

“Don’t listen to him!”

“I’m sorry… This is my fault, but I can still save you.”

Time stopped as they watched Henry’s hand shine with a white light before he shoved it into his own chest. They watched as Henry removed a golden heart, his knees wobbling.

“Please, Henry!”

“Don’t do this!”

Henry glanced towards them with a brave and hopeful gaze. “I love you.”

They watched as Henry pushed the golden heart into Pan’s chest before collapsing to the floor. Pan’s victorious laughter surrounded them, but what truly mattered was that suddenly there was nothing restraining them, nothing pulling the life out of them anymore.

Before he could take a proper breath, Killian was kneeling next to Henry’s unconscious body, Emma on the other side. His hand touched the boy’s neck, his chest, hoping for a heartbeat he knew wouldn’t be there. His skin was still warm and Killian remembered another one he loved who laid in his arms the same way.

“Is- Is he dead?” Emma’s voice was quiet and Pan’s laughter grew louder and stronger.

Killian’s mouth opened and closed silently, unable to answer her question, unable to admit the truth they both knew.

“People will do the stupidest things for love,” Pan pouted, a fake mournful tone to his voice.

“You did this!” Emma growled but Killian grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“Actually, he did it to himself,” Pan shrugged, an unconcerned smile on his face. “You saw it, he took out his own heart, but don’t worry, it’s in a safe place.” He patted his chest with a smug grin.

Unable to look at Pan’s face anymore, Killian turned back to the boy. He looked like he was simply asleep, like he would wake at any moment. But Killian knew he wouldn’t. He felt Emma’s anger-fueled grief under his grip as he heard Pan take a deep satisfying breath.

“I finally have the Heart and now the world will be my Neverland!” Pan held out his arms in triumph. “Thank him for me. I’m sure you’ll be seeing him soon enough.”

Killian let go of Emma’s wrist as his hand went to the boy’s chest, feeling the still chest when his own heart was hammering against his. It wasn’t fair.

“Take my heart.” Emma’s words matched his own as they both spoke at the same time, the same expressions on their faces - determination and hope.

Killian glanced towards Pan, hoping the villain was too distracted to stop them. He stood a few feet away focused only on the new power in his chest and the bright golden light of his stolen magic, victorious.

“Emma,” Killian started in a quiet voice. “I promised to return you to your parents. If we’re going to use anyone’s heart, it should be mine.”

Emma shook her head. “No, I won’t take you from his life. You’re too important to him.”

“So are you!”

“I don’t even know if this will work for us and then you will have died for nothing.”

“If it’s to save Henry, it won’t be for nothing.”

They looked at each other, their faces both stubborn and hopeful.

“Together?” she asked, her voice wobbly.

“Emma-”

“We’ve done everything together since we met, Killian. We should do this together, too.”

Killian took a deep breath, focusing on her green eyes. He nodded and the way they brightened with hope was enough for him to nod more vigorously.

“Together.”

Emma laid her hand on his chest, but where there had been confidence, now there was fear. “I’ve never done this before.”

He placed his hand over her wrist. “I believe in you.”

Emma nodded and pushed her hand into his chest. He stifled a grunt of pain when she pulled it back out. He hadn’t expected the surprisingly red heart that she now held in her hand, a small dark blob in the center of it. Maybe he wasn’t as lost as he thought.

The world was dull around them and there was a feeling of emptiness in his chest. He still felt the love for the two people in front of him but it felt muted.

She took a deep breath as she looked between his heart and him before she plunged her own hand inside her chest. With her own groan of pain, she removed her hand, now holding a bright red heart.

“Hmm, I should split them.”

“Aye, that should work.” A weak chuckle made the corner of her lips rise.

Emma placed her heart confidently in his hand. Killian held it reverently as she focused on his. He felt the magic in her fingers, her careful grip, like a warm fire in his chest. Her heart beat fast in his hand and he hoped she felt the same warmth that he felt.

He winced when she finally jerked her hands, successfully splitting his heart. “That was interesting.”

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes were wide in concern.

Killian shook his head. “We need to hurry.”

They traded hearts and he held on to his split heart as Emma focused on hers. He glanced at Pan to see him floating a foot off the ground, hands raised. Killian noticed how the courtyard appeared darker, despite the high sun in the sky. He watched as a couple of shadows already circled Pan’s feet. They really needed to hurry and get out of there.

He heard her whimper and turned to see her holding her halved heart. She quickly placed one half back in her chest, a shiver running down her body as she got used to the feeling.

“Now, you.”

She grabbed one half of his heart and placed it in his chest. It was a strange feeling. It was a relief to be able to feel again, no longer the muted experience of before, but there was still a sense of being incomplete, of something missing.

They looked at each other, an unspoken question between them. He nodded.

He held his breath as Emma joined both halves together, as they stitched themselves to form a complete heart. They took a deep breath when it worked. Their surroundings were darkening and the glowing red heart was like a beacon.

Killian grabbed Emma’s wrist. Their hands holding the constructed heart hovered over Henry’s chest and with a last deep breath, they pushed.

“Fight, my boy.”

“Come back to us.”

It felt like years before Henry took a gasping breath. A powerful wave of multicolored energy passed through them and then they heard it.

“No!”

Pan’s scream caught their attention and they watched as he came back to earth, turned towards them, and began to approach with angry steps before falling to his knees. A bright beacon began to form on his chest and Pan’s screams turned from fury into pain.

They watched, dumbfounded, as Pan burned from the inside out until there was nothing but ash where he once stood. He wouldn’t be missed. They looked up as the midday sun began to shine brightly in the sky again.

“Henry?” Emma called softly, her voice watery.

The boy finally opened his eyes. Glancing between the two adults, he seemed to understand exactly what just happened. His lips curled in a small smile.

“Guess I have another great story to tell, huh?”

Emma let out a startled laugh before she pulled Henry into a tight hug, Killian shaking his head amusedly before joining. They all took a collective breath.

Killian could feel his beating heart echo, feeling twice the love, no longer incomplete. He cupped Henry’s head and placed a kiss on his forehead, completely unconcerned over his wobbly voice.

“We thought we lost you, my boy.”

“But you didn’t lose hope.” Henry smiled before burrowing his face in Emma’s neck.

Emma chuckled, running her fingers through the boy’s hair. “We learned from the best.”

Henry is the first to break the hug but he doesn’t go far, his hands holding each adult’s arm in a tight grip. “I love you.”

Killian shouldn’t have been surprised by the sentiment, considering the great lengths they had all gone for each other in the time they’ve known each other, but it’s still surprising to see someone give their love so instantly, so freely. His heart felt too large for his chest even with its reduced size, but he cherishes it.

Emma’s smile widened and she stroked his face. “We love you, too.”

“You know we do. I’m sure you can feel it.” Killian tapped the boy’s chest with his hook, with a smile.

Henry smiled widely, eyes watering before nodding vigorously and pulling them both close for another hug. Killian can only hope to feel this love everyday for the rest of his life.

“Are you all alright?”

The familiar female voice broke their quiet moment. Not giving up much of their personal space, the three of them turned to see the Queen approaching slowly with a steadier Lancelot, his arm around her shoulders.

Killian took a deep breath. “Aye, and I’m pleased to see you safe and sound as well.”

“We wanted to help, bu-”

“This was our battle,” Emma interrupted Lancelot’s apology with a kind smile. “You two were in no shape to fight.”

“Besides,” Henry turned to them with a smile of his own. “Camelot needs its queen safe and sound.”

Despite the Queen’s smile, they could all see the guilt in the furrow of her brow. “I knew he was obsessed with the prophecy, but I always thought I would have my Arthur back.” She paused for a moment. “I never thought he was so…mad.”

“Gwen,” Lancelot interrupted. “Arthur was lost to us a long time ago. We tried our best to help him, he just wouldn’t listen.”

Killian stood first before he helped Emma and Henry stand next to him. “He’s right, there was nothing any of us could do.”

“Pan is- was a demon, he corrupted whatever good Arthur had in his heart. Like he does to all things.”

Emma’s tone had Killian placing his hand on her arm, Henry leaning back against her in a gesture of comfort.

Gwen nodded, wiping her tears. “Now, Camelot can return to its former glory.”

“With a wonderful Queen to rule it,” Lancelot added with a soft smile.

As Gwen’s cheeks reddened, Killian turned away with an amused smile mimicked by Emma, while Henry watched them with bright eyes. Killian’s eyes found Emma’s and he cherished the reddish hue on her own cheeks.

Gwen cleared her throat hoping to move away from the moment but they noticed the way her hand found Lancelot’s as she did. “We would like to thank you. If there’s anything you need…”

“We wanna know where to find Merlin,” Henry burst out, Killian’s hand on his shoulder doing little to ease his excitement.

The way Gwen and Lancelot looked at each other quickly told Killian and Emma that they wouldn’t find the answers they hoped for there.

“Merlin has never been here.”

“At least, not while we’ve lived here.”

Henry’s silence was deafening and he looked up at his two companions with a worried frown.

Killian sighed as he squeezed the boy’s shoulder in comfort. “Do you know where we can find him?”

Gwen was quiet for a moment. “When we were children, Arthur used to speak to a tree in the kingdom grounds that he believed Merlin had been trapped in. That’s where he was told of the prophecies.”

“When he came into power, he cut down every tree around the castle grounds. So even if Merlin had been here, I suspect he no longer is…”

Killian nodded, trying not to let his frustration show.

“We should carry on our way, then. There’s still a lot we need to do,” Emma answered with a tight smile.

“Are you sure we can’t give you anything? You can rest here, eat.” Gwen frowned.

Killian felt Henry’s questioning stare on his face but ignored it. “We should really get going, but thank you.”

They made quick work of grabbing their things and walked out of the kingdom’s gates under the confused stares of the Queen and her knight. Both Emma and Killian ignored Henry’s confusion until they were a safe distance from the castle. By then, the Camelot people were leaving their houses with questioning gazes and curious questions.

“Why did we leave so fast?” Henry finally asked.

“We don’t know them, lad.”

“They might not have been on Arthur or Pan’s side but there are always dangers around,” Emma added, holding on to Henry’s hand as they made their way through the crowds.

“But they were good people, we could have asked them what they know.”

“We did, and they didn’t know anything, lad. They were victims just like us and they now have to deal with a whole kingdom wanting answers.”

“So where are we supposed to go now?”

Killian and Emma were quiet at that. The truth was they didn’t know. This was the first time they didn’t know where to go. Pan was defeated, that should have been the final piece.

“You don’t know, do you?” Henry asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile creeping up on his face.

“Well,” Emma stuttered, causing Henry to chuckle and Killian to smile. “I know we need to get to Avalon…”

“We just don’t know how to get there,” Killian finished with a teasing smile.

“It’s not like Cygnus is available to give us directions.” Emma gestured towards the bright afternoon sky pointedly.

Henry laughed. They had reached the town proper. They stood in the middle of the emptying market, everyone had followed the news towards the castle, only the merchants left behind, worried over leaving their wares.

“We should find somewhere to wait until evening,” Killian told his companions. It was the only permission Henry needed to begin exploring the market under their watchful eye. “We’ll check for Cygnus then.”

“I agree.” He watched Emma’s smile from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but match it.

They could breathe now. Their journey wasn’t over but they defeated Pan. Henry was alive and so were they. The more he looked at her and the more he heard Henry bombarding questions at the merchants, the happier he was for being with them now, for having made the decision to protect Henry when they first met.

Her eyes found his and his breath hitched in his chest. Their last conversation played through his mind. They hadn’t reached Avalon yet, but after what they just went through, a part of him didn’t want to hold back any longer.

“Emma-”

“Killian-”

They spoke at the same time, pausing to look at each other with a shy smile.

“You go first,” Emma allowed with a nod.

“Emma, I-”

He'd recognise that ship anywhere. The rigging he climbed time and time again, the hull he begged to help clean with Starkey while they flew forty thousand feet in the sky. The ship he tried to escape from so many times. The ship that turned out to be the home he never had.

Nemo would be there. He would be there and so would his disappointed eyes. His anger. At that moment, he felt just like the troubled teen he hadn't been in a long time.

Emma looked at him with expectant and confused eyes as his silence and stupefied expression lasted longer and longer. He looked once more at the ship but saw no familiar faces looking out but that wouldn’t always be true.

“We need to go.”

“What?” Emma frowned, defensiveness taking over.

“Where’s Henry?” Killian looked around. “Henry!” The boy’s dark head of hair quickly turned to where they stood in confusion. “We need to go now.”

“What happened?” Henry asked as he approached. “Is someone after us?”

“Killian Jones!”

The familiar booming voice echoed through the emptied market. Emma turned around first to see an imposing figure in a pristine naval outfit. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the man’s crossed arms. Killian wasn’t sure he could face an expression of sorrow on the face of the man he considered a father.

“I have been looking for you.”

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peter-pan-on-neverland · 4 years

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Nightmare’s

Request: I want from the fluffy prompt list 10 ,11,12 with Peter Pan where reader has a nightmare and Pan comforts her

Pairings: Pan x reader

Warnings: fluffy

Black, everything around me was pitch black. The familiar comfort of the sunlight peeking through the curtain had vanish and I was left alone and vulnerable.

There he was, the dark lingering figure sat at the end of my bed, waiting, watching. His red, glowing eyes watched me carefully as if to tell me I had no escape from his grasp. I could feel my heart pound against my rib cage, sounding louder than my screams.

“You know you can’t escape,” His demonic voice echoed of the thin walls of my tent, “You cannot hide from me Y/n.”

I was unable to move, being forced in place by an invisible force that held me down to my bed. My breath hitched in my throat as the figures hand stretched out towards me, twirling a lock on my hair around it’s boney finger.

“You know what I came here, so why don’t you be a good girl and give it to me?” His cold laughter causing me to shiver.

I shook my head at his offer, I know how this works, I know how this story plays out and I wont let it happen, not again.

“Just come with me Y/n,” He said “You know you want to.”

I shook my head no for what felt like the thousandth time, “No, no, no,no!” I spoke over and over again.

“I wont do it!” I screamed at him, but he only smiled wickedly at my response, “You can’t make me! You can’t hurt me!”

“Oh, but my darling,” He slowly announced, laying his claw like hands either side of my legs, leaning in so close our noses were touching, “I can.”

“No! Get away from me!” tears streamed down my face making my vision blury, only leaving a squiggly outline of the horned figure in front of my face, “You can’t make me! I wont let you!”

His laugh bounced around in my skull, “It’s time for me to go now, your little friend’s are here. I will be back and I will take what’s mine.” He whispered in my ear.

I felt myself being shaken awake by a pair of strong hands. My small body was coated in sweat as well as my bed covers, my heart was beating so loud in my ears, I was afraid it would pop right out of my chest.

“Y/n are you ok?”

“What happened?”

“What’s wrong?”

The boy’s that surrounded my bed bombarded me with questions I couldn’t even answer. The words wouldn’t leave my throat, I could only look up at them with a blank expression.

“Boys!” A familiar British accent barked, “She must be tiered, stop pestering her and give her some space.”

And just like that, the room was cleared, leaving me, the leader and the second in command alone in a room.

Their blue and green eyes fell on me, not uttering a word. It was is they were having a silent conversation with each other about me.

Pan slowly stalked closer, leaning down beside me so he was level with my head height, “Would you feel staying in my tree house tonight?”

I was shocked, Pan had never really shown any kindness towards anybody before. I looked into his green eyes for a couple seconds, trying to figure out if there was a catch.

“S-sure.” It was only when that word left my lips did I realize how horse my voice was, my throat had gone red raw.

Carefully, I began to sit up in my covers, swinging my legs over the side of my bed before my legs started to wobble. Each boy rushed to my side before my tiny body hit the floor.

“I’ll just carry you.” The leader spoke, showing no emotion what so ever. as he scooped me up in his arms.

Was he high?

What’s up with him all of a sudden? I had never heard of the infamous Pan actually being nice to people before.

He carried me in his arms in awkward silence all the way to his tree house at the very far end of camp.

I had never been inside his house before, no one was ever allowed inside apart from him and Felix. I personally believe that to be the case because they were secretly dating, I mean how could they not be? They were always with each other, always seeking off together, but I didn’t talk to either of the boys so I never got the chance to ask.

He set me down as soon as we entered, going over to a large wooden chest at the end on his bed and pull various pillows and blankets out before laying them down on the floor.

The room was simple and bare, a bed in the center of the back wall, chest-of-draws off to the side, there were trinkets dotted around the room and a desk too.

“Is it not up to your liking, love?” He viciously shot the remark at me before thinking over what he had just said, “I didn’t mean....”

“It’s OK,” I spoke, he was kind enough to let me sleep in his tree house while I was upset the last thing I want to do is start an argument with him.

I began to trek over to the mini bed he had set up at the bottom of his bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked, “I’m sleeping there.”

I went slightly wide eyed, is he OK? What was going on?

“I couldn’t, you’re nice enough to let me stay here, I don’t need to sleep in your bed too.” I spoke in a quite whisper, trying my hardest not to hurt my throat anymore.

“Not up to your standard?” He raised an eyebrow.

“NO, it’s not that it’s just-”

“Then I see no problem with you sleeping in my bed.” He spoke sternly before flopping down on the floor, wrapping himself in the blankets.

Reluctantly I walked over to the leaders bed, slipping in-between his crisp sheets. They smelt of pine trees and freshly cut grass, I must admit, I thought it would smell worse. I rolled myself around in them, feeling the blankets against my smooth skin, this bed was by far the comfiest I had ever been in.

“Comfy?” Pan chuckled.

“Very.” I replied, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, love.” He said before blowing out the candle, making the room go dark.

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I know this is short but don’t worry it’s the 1st of 7 parts! Part 2 will be posted tomorrow Xxx

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caught-in-the-filter · 2 years

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Peter’s Pet

Summary: Peter Pan didn’t expect to see Killian Jones in Neverland again, but he happily seizes the opportunity the unexpected reunion presents.

Inspired by this gorgeous piece of potentially dub-con Captain Pan art by @mischievousgraxaim 😘❤️

Warnings: heavily dub-con, pet play (sorta kinda)

A/N: Huge shoutout and thank you to @mischievousgraxaim for your wonderful sketch and for granting me permission to post this. Everyone go check out the link in the summary and give some love to the amazing inspiration. 😘❤️

Also shoutout and thank you to @hollyethecurious for sharing the art post in the first place and for betaing this for me. 😘❤️

Rated: E; Words: 1083; AO3

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“Well, well, I never thought I’d see you back in Neverland, Lieutenant.” Pan crossed his arms at the sight of his old friend standing before him once again. Gone was the man’s naval uniform, replaced by layers of black and leather. He was older now, with a new sort of confidence in his stance, a strength that was going to be so much fun to strip away. Pan couldn’t hide the delight tugging his lips into a smirk as all sorts of dark, delicious thoughts danced around his mind. It had been far too long.

“It’s Captain now,” Killian said through gritted teeth, his fist flexing and clenching at his side as Pan raised his brow in disbelief, “and I didn’t have a choice. I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

“Ah, is that right?” Pan taunted. “So, no matter your title,” he closed the space between them until his chest pressed against Killian’s, “you still like to be controlled.”

“That’s not what I—”

“Y’know what I think?” Leaning over Killian’s shoulder, Pan purred, “I think you missed me.” He licked the shell of the Captain’s ear and whispered, “Did you miss me, pet?”

“No,” Killian answered firmly, but his resolve slipped with a ragged breath as Pan palmed him through his leathers. As tempted as he was to fight the imp, he knew better than to shove him away, aware of what the consequences of such an action could be. He shivered at the mere thought of those punishments he’d endured too often so long ago, much to the enjoyment of the one who had bestowed them upon him.

“Mmm, part of you did. I can feel it.” Pan stepped behind Killian and settled flush against his back, resting his chin on the Captain’s shoulder. “Why don’t we have a look?”

Killian tried to catch Pan’s arm in the crook of his hook as the imp unlaced his leathers and pulled them away from his body, revealing how embarrassingly hard he already was, but Pan was quicker.

“Ah ah, pet,” Pan tutted as he kicked the back of Killian’s knees, making them buckle beneath him, before pinning him to the ground, Pan’s own knee planting itself in the middle of the Captain’s back. Gripping Killian’s hand and hook tightly, Pan slammed them down at either side of his head. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the manners I taught you. You know that’s not allowed.”

“I’m sorry,” Killian offered begrudgingly.

“Oh, you will be. I promise you that.” Pan nuzzled Killian’s neck and nipped forcefully along his jaw as he slid his body lower, spreading himself over his pet and caging the fiery thing with his arms and legs. With a nod, Pan whisked away Killian’s leather duster, one less layer between them.

As he rocked his hips and began to grind against his pet’s unfortunately still clothed ass, Pan moaned far too loudly as he remembered how it felt to take it again and again and again, and he practically salivated at the fact that he had another chance at last.

“Now, I’m going to roll you onto your back, and you’re going to be a good little pet and stay still while I strip you, alright?”

When Killian didn’t respond, Pan slapped his cheek, twice, the sting enough to make him nod reluctantly.

“Good.” Pan stood, giving Killian a brief moment to relax before flipping him and straddling his waist, sitting right where it counted as he slowly worked open the buttons down the front of his shirt. “You've got some new scars, pet. I didn’t give you these,” he assessed as he traced the lines covering Killian’s marred flesh. “Did you think you could let someone else claim you while we were apart? Are you so desperate to be broken?” Pan smiled as Killian’s upper lip twitched into a sneer. “It’s no matter. I’ll just have to give you plenty more to remind you who owns you.”

Pan tucked his fingers under the waistband of Killian’s leathers and tugged them down his legs, watching intently as the Captain’s cock sprang free before fully removing them and his boots. Kneeling by his waist, Pan raked his nails along the underside of Killian’s shaft, delighted by his sharp inhale at the equally sharp touch.

“I’ve missed our little games, Killy.” Pan gave Killian a sudden squeeze and laughed at the guttural sound he produced. “Get back on your stomach now,” he ordered, almost disappointed that Killian actually obeyed and spared himself another punishment. “Good boy,” he teased, ruffling Killian’s hair the way Pan knew he hated as he sat atop his thighs.

“Tell me, pet,” Pan ran his finger along the leather straps crossing Killian’s back which held his hook in place, “who gave you this lovely piece of hardware?”

“The Dark One,” Killian spat the moniker. “Rumplestiltskin.”

“Did he now?” Pan’s eyes widened with a curious sense of pride. “He’s come a long way then.”

“You know him?”

“More closely than he’d ever admit,” Pan answered, stretching the strap and snapping it against Killian’s skin. “You could say he was my first Lost Boy. He learned well, I see.”

“So, I’m not the only one who’s left you.” The jab didn’t seem to have the effect Killian was hoping for.

“No,” Pan said, caressing Killian’s cheek, “but you’re the one who keeps coming back to me.” Trailing his fingertips up and down the Captain’s back, Pan asked, “How is my little Rumple?”

“He’s as delightful a demon as you are,” Killian muttered. The insult earned him a strong punch to the center of his back, knocking the wind out of him for a solid minute at least.

“You’ll pay for that, too,” Pan assured him, “but it’s been too long since we last played, and you know how impatient I can be.” He lowered his own trousers enough to free his cock before possessively wrapping his fingers around the curve of Killian’s hook, taking himself in his other hand with languid strokes. “Now,” he cooed, a sinister growl lacing his usual unsettlingly pleasant tone as he returned his lips to Killian’s ear, “think of a wonderful thought, Captain.”

Killian cried out as Pan filled his ass without preparation or warning. The tips of Killian’s fingers and hook dug into the dirt as he clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to buck Pan off himself. His cheeks burned in frustration, humiliation, and pain, and he knew they had only just begun.

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the-girl-in-the-band-tshirt · 7 years

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Disney Magic (2/?)

More Disney-referencing fluffy nonsense! Be my guest and enjoy! @a-city-dove

Chapter: 1

Ao3: 1 2

Emma smoothed out the skirt of her light pink dress and answered the door when a very punctual Killian knocked on it the second her clocks turned to 7:00.

“Hello, my princess.” He pulled his left hand from behind his back, extending a single red rose out to Emma. “Or rather, my Beauty.”

“Hello yourself, though you aren’t so beastly.” She took the rose and spun around to put it in a vase - well, a cup. She told him to wait at the door as she pulled out her favorite mug and filled it with water before sticking the rose inside. She placed it on her kitchen table and sprinted back to where Killian was patiently waiting for her at the door. She eyed him as she slipped her heels on; he was wearing a black button-down shirt and black slacks. He traded his plaid for a black leather jacket, and it looked like he even slicked back his hair slightly. “Definitely not a beast.” He raised an eyebrow in silent question. “Prince Charming? Yeah, that works.”

“So does that make you my Cinderella?” She linked her elbow through his offered arm.

“I- I don’t know. Maybe I’m just Emma.” They walked toward the elevator, arm-in-arm.

“Okay, just Emma. Though you do look stunning tonight.”

“Thanks.” Emma’s voice was quiet as she stared at the ground. So maybe Emma was blushing a little. “Um, where are we going?”

“Do you like Italian food?”

“Sure. That sounds great.” Killian led them into the elevator as soon as the doors opened. He commented again on how beautiful she looked when they stepped into the elevator. She thanked him and commented on how handsome he looked in his all-black outfit. They walked in strangely comfortable silence to Killian’s car.

“Not exactly a magic carpet or a horse-drawn carriage, but it will take us where we want to go.” Killian scratched at a spot behind his ear.

Emma didn’t know what else to say, so she examined the car and said, “I like it.” Killian dropped his hand to his side and walked Emma to the passenger’s side. He opened the door for her, and closed it when she was safely inside. He took a deep breath as he walked around back to the driver’s side. Emma initiated the conversation after Killian started driving. “So, where are you from? I know you’re new to the complex.”

“London.” He didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“Why’d you move here of all places?”

“I was living with my brother, who just got engaged. Needless to say, he didn’t want his younger brother around the house any longer. I knew I wanted to move to the states, so I grabbed a map and pointed. The only condition was I had to live near the water. And here I am.”

“What do you - ”

“No, no, no. My turn.” His index finger wagged back and forth as he continued gripping the steering wheel.

“I wasn’t aware we were taking turns.” Emma crossed her arms in her seat.

“You learned something about me. Now I’d like to learn something about you.” He finally turned his head so she could meet those blue eyes.

“Fair enough. What’s your question?”

“What does a lass like you do for a living? You’ve made it quite clear you aren’t a princess, though I beg to differ.” She was slightly disappointed to watch him turn his focus back onto the road.

“I’m a bail bondsperson. Bail bondswoman? Either way, I catch people who don’t want to be found.”

“That’s quite interesting. Do you enjoy it?” Emma didn’t hate her job, but she could really do with something slightly less degrading than parading around in short outfits pretending to be into all the sleazeballs she’s after. She settled for an, “I guess so.” It was Emma’s turn to ask a question. “What do you do?”

“I work at the docks. I repair and restore boats.”

“That’s actually pretty cool.”

“I love sailing. My brother used to take me sailing every other weekend. And I saved up for my own boat, which I maintained all on my own.” Killian proceeded to tell Emma about his boat back home, “The Jolly Roger,” and how he was working with his brother to send it over. Emma never thought she’d be interested in boat maintenance, but he could say anything in that accent and she’d hang onto every word. Still, besides the accent, she had to admit his boating stories were pretty neat. When they arrived at the restaurant, he opened the car door for her, then pulled out her chair for her at their table. What a gentleman.

“This is a really nice restaurant,” Emma remarked as she looked around the dining area, taking in her surroundings.

“Have you ever been here before?”

“Nope.” Emma could never afford to come to a place like this. She self-consciously scanned the menu.

“Me neither. But it had quite a few good reviews.” Emma kept her eyes on the menu; Killian kept his eyes on her. “See anything you might like?”

“Yeah. Everything on here looks amazing.” They looked at their menus in almost silence, only muttering comments here and there about items on the menu as they decided on their orders. Emma decided on a simple pasta dish: spaghetti with marinara sauce. Killian went with shrimp scampi. He ordered some red wine for them to share, and they made small talk while they waited for their food to come. Emma was surprised at the extent to which he opened up to her, but oddly enough, she reciprocated; she just felt like she could trust him. His clear blue eyes were filled with such understanding. He told her that his mother died when he was young, and that his father was hardly around, so his older brother, Liam, was largely responsible for raising him. Liam introduced Killian to Disney shortly after their mother died, which is why he still loved it as much as he did today. Killian even named his pets after Disney characters; he had a fish named Peter and a fish with half his left fin missing named Hook. Emma told Killian how she was an orphan, how she never really had parents; she was left on a roadside just hours after she was born. She got interested in Disney when she started living on her own at sixteen after she ran away from yet another group home. They were sharing a serious moment after discussing their tragic pasts when their food came. Emma figured it was about time she change the mood. “Can I confess something sorta embarrassing?”

“Of course, Swan. And I promise, no judgment.” He stabbed one of his shrimp with his fork.

“I may have always wanted to do something. And it’s pasta related.” He popped the shrimp in his mouth and motioned for her to go on. “You know Lady and the Tramp?” The corners of his lips curled upward into a smile. “Well, the scene where they end up sharing a strand of spaghetti is on my relationship bucket list.” She refused to meet his eyes out of embarrassment. She had no idea why she admitted that to him; she had known the guy less than a day - why would she tell him that?!

“Forgive me if I’m too forward.” She forced her eyes to meet his. “But I would be happy to participate.” Emma sat in silence as she thought about it; he took her silence as negative. He quickly added, “but only if you want.” Emma still said nothing. “I just thought your telling me was a hint.” Emma had to say something to stop Killian from rambling.

“No, you were right. I just… I can’t believe I admitted that.” She looked at the man sitting across from her. “You really want to try that with me?”

“Who better to act out an iconic Disney scene with than my very own Disney princess?” He quickly corrected himself. “Not princess. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Um, you’re positive?”

“Aye.”

Emma lifted a single strand of spaghetti up with her fork. “Okay, I guess you take this end,” she watched him grab his end, “and I take this end. And we-” Emma didn’t finish her thought aloud as she took her end and wrapped her lips around it. Fighting the urge to laugh, she nodded lightly to him as she felt resistance on the noodle as he sucked on his end, trying to pull her closer. She did the same to her end, slowly working her way further up the noodle to where he held the other end in his mouth. She had to stand up when the noodle threatened to leave her mouth, and she leaned over the table as she worked her mouth over the pasta. He stood up and met her in the middle, the spaghetti between both their lips getting smaller and smaller. In an effort to bring her face closer to his, he increased the suction on the pasta, which only resulted in Emma’s end flying from her mouth and smacking Killian in the face, splattering marinara sauce from his chin to his cheekbones. Emma couldn’t stop laughing as she sat back down and Killian frantically grabbed for his napkin. “Sorry about that.” Emma took the napkin from him and wiped some of the sauce splatters he missed from his face.

“That was much more difficult than the pups made it seem.” He chuckled as she cleaned his face. She gave him the napkin back. “Thank you, Swan.”

“Thanks for trying that with me.” Emma was still giggling.

“So, can you cross that off your bucket list?” He took a forkful of his own pasta and shoveled it into his mouth.

“I think so.” Emma picked up her fork and twirled her spaghetti around it.

“So, what else is on your relationship bucket list?” Both of Killian’s eyebrows raised to his forehead.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Emma took another bite, feeling smug.

“Perhaps I would.” He bit off half the shrimp that was impaled on his fork. After he finished chewing, he asked, “would you consider going out with me again?”

“We aren’t even done dinner yet. That eager to get home?” She watched his cheeks turn a rosy pink.

“I - I didn’t mean to rush tonight. I just, I��m having a nice time. And I like you, Swan. I was worried that if I didn’t ask now, I wouldn’t have the nerve.” He ate another forkful of thin noodles as his other hand darted up to scratch at his ear. Emma was glad she wasn’t the only one who was nervous, so she tried to make him feel better.

“You’re lucky I like you too.” He smiled nervously. “And that is a ‘yes’ to another date.”

“I suppose I should start thinking of more Disney references for the next date soon, huh?”

“I’ve got one.” Killian raised his eyebrows as if to ask her what; she was starting to notice how animated he is with those thick eyebrows of his. Emma leaned in closer to Killian, feeling her cheeks grow warm before locking eyes with him and speaking quietly. “Kiss the girl.” She noticed the way his eyes drifted to her lips briefly before they closed as he leaned forward to capture her lips with his. She closed her eyes at the contact and followed his lead. Maybe suggesting a kiss after she ate her pasta with marinara sauce and he ate his shrimp pasta, both of which contained garlic, wasn’t the greatest timing in the world, but the kiss was incredible nonetheless. Emma could feel the electricity running through them both, even as they broke the kiss. Emma has seen enough Disney movies to know the signs of True Love’s Kiss, and although she never thought she’d ever experience it for herself (not that she didn’t hope, but she knew her odds weren’t good), she knew that what she just shared with Killian without a doubt met all the criteria for a True Love’s Kiss. She could tell by Killian’s wide-eyed, slack-jawed expression that he felt the same. She tried to ignore the feeling of love at first sight she got from Killian after they had met that afternoon, but Emma couldn’t possibly ignore the signs anymore. That feeling, combined with the most amazing kiss of her life, made her feel like she was indeed a princess in one of those Disney movies she and Killian loved so much. And for the first time in her life, Emma thought she might actually get her happily ever after, after all.

Killian took Emma out again. And then another time. She took him out next. Then he took her out once again. It took about seven more dates before they took advantage of the fact that they lived next to each other. It became nightly routine for them to wish each other goodnight through their shared bedroom wall, at least when Emma was home. Sometimes he would stay up until she got home, and they would continue their routine at an ungodly hour. Occasionally, he would invite her over when she got in. He often watched for her out of the peephole in his door; if he saw she was injured, he would use his first aid kit to patch her up to the best of his ability. She always told him it was no big deal, but he always got a bad taste in his mouth when he thought about how she got the scrapes and bruises.

On this particular night, Emma got home from work at a normal hour (for once), but she was so tired from chasing her mark, she practically collapsed when she walked into her apartment. She shimmied out of her tight dress and pulled on fuzzy pants and an oversized t-shirt. She crawled into her bed and knocked on the wall behind her headboard.

“Goodnight, Killian.”

He knocked back. “It’s only 9:30. Busy night?” Emma sat up against her will and moved her mouth closer to the wall.

“Chased him probably forty blocks. In four-inch heels.” She pressed her ear against the wall so she could hear his reply.

“Wow. Impressive. Hope you got paid a lot.”

She shrugged even though he couldn’t see her. “Decent payday.”

There was a pause before he spoke next. “Do you need anything?” That was amazingly sweet of him to ask.

“No. I think I’m just going to sleep. But thanks.”

“Alright, Swan. Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Killian.” She let her head sink down into her pillow as she closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Emma looked at the clock when she was awoken: 2:24 AM.

She muttered under her breath, “what the hell?” Then she heard a knock on her wall.

“Swan? Swan, are you awake?”

“Killian? Are you alright?” Emma’s eyes widened and her breathing became shallow. Why was Killian up so early? Why was he banging on her wall? What if something happened to him?

“I’m alright.” Oh thank goodness. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“So you woke me up?! Go the fuck to sleep!” Suddenly she was angered that he wouldn’t let her sleep. He knew what a long night she had.

“I heard movement. I thought you were already up. I’m sorry.” He sounded genuinely apologetic. She could practically see his pout and puppy dog eyes. She could never stay mad at that.

“It’s okay. Um, why can’t you sleep?” Emma sat up and leaned her head back against the wall; clearly she wasn’t getting back to sleep in the next few minutes.

“I don’t know. But now I’m hungry, and that isn’t helping. Do you want to go out and get something?”

“It’s almost 2:30 in the morning, Killian. Where do you expect to go?”

“We can get tacos. Or pancakes. There’s the 24-hour diner.”

Emma was definitely not going anywhere at this hour. “I’m not going out now.”

“Oh. Okay.” She could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Go make yourself a snack.”

“I can’t,” he said softly and quickly.

“Why not?”

“All I have is tuna fish.”

“So? You like tuna fish.” In the past few weeks, she had seen him eat more seafood than she’s ever eaten in her entire life.

“I can’t,” he repeated.

“Killian, why not?” She tried to hide her frustration even though had every right to be grumpy - he woke her up after a very long night.

“Peter and Hook.”

Emma sighed. “What about them?”

“They’re staring at me.”

“They’re fish. What else are they supposed to do?”

“I can’t eat tuna in front of them. Do you know what tuna is?”

“Killian-”

“It’s fish!” He raised his voice considerably.

“K-”

“If I ate tuna in front of Peter and Hook, I’d be an abomination!” Normally, Emma would love the Lilo and Stitch reference, but it was 2:30 AM and she just wanted to get back to sleep. Emma sighed as she ripped the covers from over her so she could walk to her kitchen. Killian was oblivious to the fact that she had gotten up, as he kept trying to talk to her through their wall. “Swan! Swan? Swan, are you there?” Meanwhile, Emma grabbed the peanut butter jar from her pantry and stormed over to the apartment next to hers. She pounded her fist on the door carefully, so she didn’t wake her other neighbors. She heard Killian scrambling through his apartment to get to the door. It was a pretty funny mental image; she could imagine him running around in the dark, trying not to run into things. When he finally opened the door, she thrust the peanut butter toward him before he could even greet her.

“Here.”

“Em- wait, what?” His eyes switched between Emma and the jar in her hand.

“You said you couldn’t eat a tuna fish sandwich, so make a peanut butter one.” He took the jar and she headed back to her own apartment before he could even thank her. Shutting her door quickly to keep Killian from following her and keeping her up any longer, Emma ran a hand through her hair and grumbled to herself as she shuffled her feet until she was back in her bed. Sighing contently, she lied down and attempted to fall back into her deep slumber. Killian’s interruption had awoken her far longer than she wanted, giving her body a chance to wake up. It took her about half an hour to calm down enough to almost fall asleep again. Just as she was about to drift off, she heard a soft, weak little “thank you” from the other side of the wall. Letting her eyes flutter shut, she grinned smugly and fell asleep.

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ouatwithadashofrum · 7 years

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The Boy That Got Away

Prompt: The Black Fairy is thwarted in her attempt to steal the newborn son of spinster by a surprise appearance from an old acquaintance.

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I tried to write these two into a scene because I know Adam and Eddy never will.

The decrepit wooden hut creaked as a strong gust of wind rushed through the trees outside. The newborn baby stirred in his crib. The noise had wakened him, though he did little more than offer a weak gurgle. Across the room, his two parents remained fast asleep. Exhausted they most definitely were – this kind of peace was a rare gift in the past weeks since welcoming their first son to the world. Turned to his side, the baby watched and listened as the scuffling outside became more apparent.

The wind began to pick up. The grass danced and rippled in waves. A bright shroud of purple descended down from the night sky. The shape grew and morphed as its reached ground. Out of the glittering cloud first came two shiny-heeled legs. The rest of the Black Fairy’s form materialized to land with a cat-like grace. She crouched down and rested her slim fingers into the grass. Careful to not make a sound, she was slow to straighten up and take in the flimsy wooden structure ahead. Her lips curled back to reveal her budding gleefulness. Her wings tucked back beneath her tight fitting leather blouse. She reached the front door and gently pushed through. Her first glimpse went to the two parents, who were still unperturbed in their slumber. Thrilled even more so now, she turned back to survey the rest of the room. One gnarled wooden walking stick rested against the wall near the parents’ bed post. Tattered woolen cloaks hung on hooks that stuck out from the walls. Iron pans were left out unwashed from their previous use. Ash and soot were smeared over the floors circumferencing the mantle. Then there, on the far side of the rickety living space, was the crib. The Black Fairy bit her lip and approached. It took only a few seconds for her to catch on that something wasn’t right. There were no sounds – no breathing, no moving, no whining. Her smile faded as her pace quickened across the small space. She curled her fingers over the rail and felt a drop in her gut. There was nothing – nothing but the subtle, warm indent of the boy that had just been there. She whipped around and glared at the parents. The infant was not tucked under their arms, nor was there any other crib that could be found elsewhere in the room. Her lips pursed together. Her eyes were wide and furious. She marched out of the hut back into the grassy clearing. Her nostrils flared and her arms swung at her sides. She marched out into the middle of the clearing, then turned back. She studied the pitiful hut once more, marched back towards it, and then paused. And then, she heard another sound. A faint whistling beckoned her to turn back and peer up at the surrounding trees. Two long legs swung casually down from a branch of a great oak. Brown boots laced up over the grey trousers worn by the golden-haired boy who was already grinning down at the Black Fairy. An unnerving darkness shrouded his otherwise gleeful façade. The Black Fairy noticed the white blanketed bundle nestled in the boy’s arms. “Lost something?” He asked down to her. She exhaled softly. The tension in her shoulders eased. Slowly, the smile began to creep back up. Her crimson lips parted to reveal a gleaming row of teeth. “My, my, what a surprise this is. To what do I owe the occasion?” “Not an occasion,” he shrugged. “I just happened to be in the area scouting lost ones when I heard a newborn son was just born to a nearby spinster family. Then I wondered, what were the odds? I couldn’t help myself,” he peered down at the infant, “and apparently neither could you. Ever so predictable, as always.” “Predictable, you say?” She perked her brows. “It has only been one minute and already you’re back to pointing out my faults. How about a change?” She smiled. “At the very least you can admit that you’ve missed me.” “I’ve taught my boys to never tell a lie. What kind of an example would I be if I were to start now?” “A leader to a band of rabble,” she beamed, “and in Neverland no less, how quaint.” “You’re one to talk,” he retorted evenly. “Tell me, do you let the boys that you steal grow to certain age before you start torturing them? At what birthday to gift them with a pickaxe and send them off into those mines?” “Oh, let’s not fight,” she pouted. “Not after how long it’s been. Why don’t we call it a draw and you hand over what it is that I came for?” “You mean the child?” Pan grinned, raising the sleeping baby ever so slightly in his arms. “Are you so determined to be his new mummy?” She hummed with a dually incandescent and threatening smile. “You should have stayed on that island tonight, dearie. What I do with my children is of no concern to you.” “Your children?” He laughed, boyishly. The Black Fairy was moved by the sight of this youthful boy who, despite his adolescent physique and bearing, emanated a curious maturity and charm that felt painfully familiar to her. He handled the small bundle in his arms with such ease, a ping of envy shot through her veins. He glared back at her. “I’m finding it hard to believe how anticlimactic this all is. You haven’t changed in the slightest, not for better or worse. I have kept all of my memories of you, and not one of them has you as a disappointment. Not then, anyways.” She crossed her arms. “Really Malcolm, if we’re to resort to name-calling the least you could do is come down and look me in the eye. Or are you still too much of a coward to properly confront me?” “Coward?” He chuckled down at the baby, but then his expression sobered. He paused. “I take it you haven’t heard enough about me then.” “Have I not heard of the great Peter Pan, you mean?” She questioned, mocking. Her smile widened. “You always have gone to such great heights to amuse me. Were you hoping I’d be impressed? Did you think your grasp at power in some forsaken realm would frighten me? Intimidate me? Was that it?” She chuckled. “Do you believe that you’re strong enough to harm me? Sweet dear, I thought you knew better than to meddle in my affairs. Love really is a nasty business.” His head tilted. “You really ought to stop trying to flatter yourself.” He shifted the baby in one arm to reach in to pull out the glowing vial hanging from a lace that hung over his chest. “Though I must say there is a wonderful perk about my forsaken realm that I’ve been looking forward to sharing with you.” He uncorked the vial, and the Black Fairy hastily stepped back. He smirked, “You know what this is, then?” He examined the glass tube. “Magic dust really is quite amazing. Where you’re from, I imagine you’re not as familiar with this kind. It’s called pixie dust,” he held it out. A glint of mischief alighted in his eye. “With your fondness for black dust, I’ve often wondered how you’d react to it.” With a flick of his finger, a small coating of green sparkles along the rim flew out into the air and drifted down towards the Fairy. She paced backwards. Her head snapped back up. Her cheeks were burning. The boy laughed. “Oh, you don’t like that, do you?” He spoke with a condescending delight. “I didn’t think you would. The other fairies can’t get enough of it.” “Always playing your games, and never facing the bitter reality. You’re just as I left you,” she declared. “Not quite, I have far less wrinkles.” She smiled. “That you do. Though as it pains me to say this, I’m not here to butter a former lover with compliments.” “No, you’re just here for the child.” He looked pensively at the baby. “You asked me why I came here tonight.” With one hand still deftly cradling the child, and the other pinching the sparkling vial, he lifted the rim over the infant’s head. Pan looked down at the Black Fairy and gave her a crooked smile. “You want the truth? I’m just here to ruin your fun.” He tilted the rim just enough to allow a few sparkles to drift down over two little nostrils. The baby breathed in the magic, and light green aura spread over him. The Black Fairy screamed out. Her wings untucked and stretched out over her back and she flew up at the boy lounging in the trees. Pan vanished, then reappeared on the far side of the clearing with the baby held at his chest, laughing. Frightened by the commotion, the infant let out his first wail. Peter tucked vial back under his shirt and rested his free hand over the child’s backside. “With all the other children you’ve stolen, I’m sure you won’t miss this one. He should have that dust in him long enough to outgrow that perfect age which you seek.” Her irises had widened and her skin had paled. Loose end of her hair fell out of place, and even from where Pan stood on the other side of the clearing, he could see where her fingers dug into the bark. And it was not due to her rage, but rather, the pull. The Black Fairy kept her legs lodged against the branches to hold her steady, but her wings continued to flitter as if they were try to pull her free. “One child is of no matter to me,” she stated lightly. Despite her apparent discomfort against the force pulling her back, she managed a smile. “There will be others to make up for him and those children can thank you for their fate as of tonight. You’ve done more harm than good tonight, dear love.” “And here I thought we were beyond flattery,” Pan smirked. A shroud of purple smog surrounded the Black Fairy and lifted her up from the trees. She reduced her size back down to not but a barely tangible violet light that flew up with great pace. Pan watched as the last few glitters rose up to the stars before he set his attention back down on the child still nestled in his arms. Peter reentered the small hut and returned the newborn back into the wooden crib. Just as the baby was laid back down, he glanced up at the Lost Boy. Peter paused, as he suddenly caught off guard by the familiarity of the infant's awestruck expression. The resemblance in the newborn's curious eyes unhinged something deep within Peter and he took a step back. He glared at the crib another moment more before he turned his attention to the parents. They had yet to stir even after all the commotion outside. Peter approached their bedside. The mother, a slender woman with unruly dark hair, slept on the far side of the mattress nearer to the wall while the father dazed lazily on the nearer side. Peter crouched down to be at even level with the man. He raised two fingers gently to lift the hair that had fallen over the sleeping face to reveal what Peter had known from the start. Rumplestiltskin. Peter studied his grown son’s face for another moment. Despite the age that had come about all the mortal years Rumple had endured, Peter still recognized a sense of serenity that came over the man’s face, just as it did when that man was not but a small child. Peter exhaled, his shoulders eased. Then just as gently as before, he lowered his son’s hair back over, left the hut, and took his own route up into the midnight sky.

#once upon a time #the black fairy #peter pan #ouat ff #idk #they're both badass villains #but i can also imagine them bickering with each other #and being overall very petty #had to try to get it in words

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wasuremcno · 5 years

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Roleplay history

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to roleplay as, have role-played as and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

Aqua / Namine / Gula / Yuna (Kingdom Hearts & FF)

Three KH/TWEWY OCs

Yuko Ichihara / Yuko Okumura / Tomoe Hotaru / Kim Yoosung / Sohma Hatsuharu / Sakurajima Mai / Azusagawa Sakuta (Various anime, on this blog)

A few KRP OCs

WANT TO PLAY:

I’ve filled all the slots in my heart for now uwu

HAVE PLAYED:

M’gann / Beast Boy / Poison Ivy (Young Justice)

Elsa (Frozen - my longest running muse!)

Marceline (Adventure Time)

Several group rp Disney/OUAT characters

Clara Oswald / An OC (Doctor Who)

Honey Lemon / Aunt Cass (BH6)

Petra Pan (Peter Pan interpretation)

Morgiana (Magi)

Henry (FE:A)

Annabeth (PJO - second longest running muse!)

Prince Cal (Red Queen)

Steve Harrington / An OC (Stranger Things)

Star Butterfly / Tom (SVTFOE)

Assorted others & OCs

i swear i tried to consolidate this too

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN:

Elsa - I always think about going back to her

Steve - I thought of reviving him recently but id

Petra

TAGGED BY: @blade-of-light (thanks darlin!) TAGGING: the dash / whoever wants to answer it!

#.// ooc.#.// about the author.#( tbf i answered this for all three current blogs )#( and i even went through my old tumblr passwords )#( bc i still have some of them saved for some reason lmfao )

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miikakamiya · 6 years

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I forgot to post these two little lovebirds.. that idea came into my mind thanks to an OUAT Peter Pan FF ^^

#nalu #fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #miikakamiya

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killianmesmalls · 6 years

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Watching The Little Mermaid for the first time in I don’t know how many years in an attempt to get some Hookriel headcanons going. Let’s do this! Random thoughts in italics, headcanons in bold, some weird mixture between the two just left alone because I don’t know what to do with them. All below the cut because none of you asked for this.

Awww, can you imagine Lieutenant Killian being this excited to set sail? Now that he’s not a slave, just barely containing his enthusiasm for the open ocean?

I vaguely remember this being the first movie I saw in theaters. I think. I mean, I was 3 1/2

Don’t think about how one of those ships belonged to Silver and was the ship Killian was raised on... Or do think about it.

Finding the fork: This is totally something Alice and Ariel would bond over and have in common: seeing something everyone else would see as totally mundane and they flip over it and try to study it like it’s theoretical physics.

Alright, we need to figure out who in this OUAT universe would play Scuttle.

Alice would totally be a Flounder-type person to Ariel. “So this happened, then this happened, and whoa! And then!!!”

Ariel and Alice would bond so hard over their packrat ways. “Let me show you this!” “That’s amazing! Look at this!!”

OMFG though, fireworks happening for Killian’s birthday party. First birthday after the realms are united, and Ariel is so entranced by them that she swims closer to get a better look, and catches sight of her old friend playing some instrument, looking carefree with his crew, and she’s thrilled but also remembers how much she cared about him back when he was a shell of himself, how much she started to love him for who he was back then, and this man is everything she knew he could be and more.

Smee would totally get a statue made of Killian, thinking it’s a super awesome present, and Killian is all embarrassed and wishes he could regift something that clearly has his face on it.

“Killian, you’ve dated a few times around the realms. But, when are you going to settle down?” Ariel listening to this and her heart going flitty-flutter.

Gosh, half of this animation is super dated and looks hella 80s but some if it is totally where you can see them experimenting for what they’d later try for Beauty and the Beast or Aladdin.

“Gotta save the dog!” says the husband. Hell yes.

Killian would totally not like watching the Peter Pan movie, but Alice and Ariel would watch The Little Mermaid on loop one night and start singing “Under the Sea” and the top of their lungs. Alice takes to whispering “Kiss the Girl” until her father finally asks Ariel out.

Triton, you really think acting like that to a 16-year-old is going to work?

Wow, I didn’t register how much "Poor Unfortunate Souls” after asking for Ariel’s voice is so against anything remotely feminist. It’s okay, Ariel, Killian would never ask you to not talk.

There is totally a time Ariel stumbles and Killian catches her and it’s super precious, okay?

“I’m going to find that girl! I’m going to marry her.” This seemed so much less like a bad idea when I was super little.

I feel like this chef is a total sadist.

Yeah, Triton. You should probably feel bad for your hissy fit. You know who wouldn’t throw that massive hissy fit at his daughter? Killian Jones. Just FYI.

Omg, that overeager look at taking the reins and turning into a total danger bean? Ariel and Alice similarity, again.

Ugh, the music in this movie is so damn good!

Look, with all those fish around helping to make everything work out, none of them saw those damn eels prepping to flip the boat??

Dude, you didn’t need to throw your flute away, you dramatic crazy man!

How did I not remember that Eric was under a trance??

Imagine some story where Ariel realizes that Killian’s life is in danger, and she has to save him before sunset. Go, Ariel! Go!

Oh, so for this version, they totally fixed the priest’s boner.

Fitting seeing Ursula attacked by starfish...

SUNSETS AREN’T THAT FAST!

The outfits in this are so insanely anachronistic.

Self-sacrificing pops. There you go! Behave more like a Killian would.

Pirate gentleman and mermaid cupcake fighting together! YES!

Anyone who thinks Killian Jones wouldn’t self-sacrifice and go full on overkill with it to save the woman/women he loves is lying. Steering that ship into Ursula with zero fucks given is so him.

It’s not like you guys can’t see each other ever again! You’ve proven you have an insane amount of magic! FFS just trade off holidays. Turn him into a merman sometimes.

Well, that was fun, folks.

#weirdness from kms #hookriel #kms ships s7 killian with legit everyone

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melimelo-ao3 · 3 years

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Answers to the ask

So this is my answer to every ask of the “A Writer’s Ask Game” by agwitow that I reblogged just below.

Yes, I know, people are supposed to be the ones to send a number, and only then am I supposed to answer. But, since this blog has like, very, very limited interaction, and I had nothing to do, I answered them myself.

And I’m putting a time stamp on it: Wednesday 17/02/2021, because for some questions, in a week, it won’t be the same answer.

The Basics 1. Do you listen to music when you write?

I do, yes. I have a couple of playlists with songs – I know some people enjoy listening to music while they write, but only without any kind of lyrics. I don’t care either way. Some days it’s pre-enregistered playlists, others random, and others just piano.

2. Are you a pantser or plotter?

I’m mostly a plotter. I’ve tried to go pantser on a couple of stories (Pretty Boy is the last example that comes to my mind), but I end up knowing what I’ll put in the next chapters in advance. Even if it’s just the main plot point / scene.

3. Computer or pen and paper?

Computer. Except when I have writer block.

4. Have you ever been published, or do you want to be published?

I’ve never been published, and don’t plan on. I write my stories mostly for myself, and to me it’s a bit too over the top to, first, interest a publisher / editor, and then it would need lots of editing and… I don’t think I’m ready yet to see critics on my stories.

5. How much writing do you get done on an average day?

I have no idea xD I suppose I’m happy if I get 1.000 word a day, especially if it’s a day I only concentrate on writing. Sometimes it can be more, but sometimes it can also be nothing at all. On days I have other things to do, I’m happy if I can write one sentence more during the day :)

6. Single or multiple POV?

At the same time? Single. In a story? It depends. Some stories I’ve written in a single POV all along, others I switched between chapters, and others within chapters, with a distinction between the “parts”.

7. Standalone or series?

Um, series as in several “books”? If so, there’s this story I finished last year. At first, it was supposed to be one single book, but things progressed as they did and so I chose to cut the overall, finished epic into three books. So it’s supposedly a series now.

Other than this, I usually cram everything up in one story.

8. Oldest WIP

Oldest oldest? I started a story called L’année scolaire (= School Year) when I was like 10. It’s unfinished, so I suppose I can consider it as a WIP. Other than that, if I’m talking about posted fic, it’s a Harry Potter time-travel fanfic called Une nouvelle chance de vivre (= A New Chance At Living). Same, the fic has maybe ten years now (damn, time flies) and has been untouched for… about ten years I believe xD

9. Current WIP

I have several! On my AO3 profile, there’s Sunkissed (an Achilles x Patroclus Omegaverse ff), The Bravest Belief of All (Amandi) (a Peter Pan x Wendy Darling canon divergence from OUAT) and I Desire You (or worse) (which is an original work with original character that I’ve just started posting) that I update regularly.

There are more on my computer, much more than I can type here…

10. Do you set yourself deadlines?

Not at all. Because I wouldn’t respect them, and it would make me stress.

The Specifics 11. Books and/or authors who influenced you the most

Victor Hugo is the main one that comes to my mind atm. I love the way he writes and what he writes about. There’s Emile Zola’s Au Bonheur des dames, too, which is amazing, one of the best books I know of. And, for the beauty of language and the sheer poetry literally pouring from every single word, Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand is. breathtaking. I don’t know if they influenced me, because it sounds a bit pretentious to say that one can find some of these authors in my stories if they look closely, but they definitely represent what I aspire to.

12. Describe your perfect writing space

In a silent room, except there’s music (I know, it’s paradoxical). I have my computer and my head is resting (I mean, I don’t have anything urgent to do, it’s all done and behind me for the day) and I can concentrate on the scene I’ve been imagining for a couple of days / weeks / months / years (pick one).

13. Describe your writing process from idea to polished

Usually I have an idea, I play it in my head over and over again until I really like it and I have a couple of things found out (like, scenes or dialogues or narration – depends if the idea is about a story or just a single scene). Then, I write it. Admittedly, the polishing happens mostly when I play it over and over in my mind until it clicks or sticks.

14. How do you deal with self-doubts?

I usually listen to them, because it means there’s something that’s nagging me about a scene, a moment. So I go reread it, I think back on it – what can I change? How can I formulate it in a different way? – and I change it until I’m satisfied with it.

I experience a (lot) of self-doubt at the moment, with the first three chapters of IDY. I chose to post them, but I’m not entirely sure I’d be ready if people began to hate them or find horrible flaws with them. that makes me doubt whether it was a good idea or not, but I know that I can always delete them if it really goes downhill.

15. How do you deal with writer’s block?

I stop writing. For a couple of days, usually, to let my brain the time to relax and focus on something else. Then, I sit back before my computer and I open another word document – like a blank page. I copy paste the scene I’m stuck on, and I rewrite it under, while using a couple of sentences I feel are good. I repeat the process until the words flow back again.

(This sounds a lot like a cooking recipe xD)

For the real, unbreachable writer’s block (like, if the above didn’t work), I try to focus on other stories. If that doesn’t help kick the inspiration back (like for No, but I do – even though the writer’s block was cemented by GOT’s last season but that’s another matter entirely), I push the story to the back of my mind and I give it up.

16. How many drafts do you need until you’re satisfied with a project?

As many as necessary until I’m satisfied with myself. I can’t give a number.

17. What writing habits or rituals do you have?

I imagine the scene beforehand, I listen to music, I write on computer… I can’t think of any other writing habit I have atm.

18. If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?

I don’t think I could collaborate with anyone, sorry - -’ When I have an idea for a story, I’m excited with writing every single part of it, so I don’t think it’s for me.

19. How do you keep yourself motivated?

With the scenes I want to write.

20. How many WIPs and story ideas do you have?

At the moment (meaning the ones brewing in my mind): 11.

The Favourites 21. Who is/are your favourite character(s) to write?

It depends with the story. I liked Weston in Pretty Boy (I like him too in I Desire You), and Wendy in Amandi.

22. Who is/are your favourite pairing(s) to write?

Weston/Edmund. They’re my OTP for now.

23. Favourite author

I don’t have a favourite author, I search for fics / stories mostly.

24. Favourite genre to write and read

Romance.

25. Favourite part of writing

I love writing dialogues, especially when the characters continue to talk on their own and I’m just transcribing everything and the conversation ends up very different from what I imagined.

26. Favourite writing program

None, I just write on Word.

27. Favourite line/scene

That’s impossible to choose! xD

On a writing’s perspective only, I’ll say the end part of chapter 3 in I Desire You (or worse). When I reread it and I could feel what the character is feeling / does (I’m being vague on purpose because I haven’t posted it yet), I knew I had to post it somewhere. I don’t know, I’m just really proud of it (and have the most self-doubt over people’s reaction, which is – as always – very logical of me).

28. Favourite side character

In I Desire You, I like Lucy.

29. Favourite villain

I don’t think I’ve ever written many villains. Ah, yes, Peter Pan in my OUAT fic. He’s a villain, it works.

30. Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

I’ve been beginning a lot of WIP at the moment, precisely so I could start putting down all the ideas I wanted, so I don’t really know what to answer to that…

The Dark 31. Least favourite part of writing

Writing description of settings. I don’t really like how I write those.

32. Most difficult character to write

Edmund. No hesitation.

33. Have you ever killed a main character?

No, and I never intend to. I want my characters to be happy and alive.

34. What was the hardest scene you ever had to write?

Chapter 3 of I Desire You? Or maybe the chapter 2.

Or the beginning of Amandi, which depicts the Peter / Fiona relation.

35. What scene/story are you least looking forward to writing?

Um, none at the moment :)

The Fun 36. Last sentence you wrote

I understand how he feels.

But I’ll probably change it. I’m not sure yet. It’s for IDY.

37. First sentence of your current WIP

Well, I have three, so I’ll put the three.

A frustrated scream would have torn the eerie silence and thunderous sound of waves if Peter had any strength left in him to scream anymore. For Amandi

“Where’re y’all running to?” For IDY

Patroclus’ lip trembled when they pinned the crown to his hair. For Sunkissed.

38. Weirdest story idea you’ve ever had

Oof, lots. I’ve often imagined confronting two versions of characters. Like, take characters, usually from period pieces or in mindsets that are very patriarchal, and make them see another version of themselves, usually in Omegaverse, in a sort of Harry Potter pensieve or television setting, like they just watch this alternate universe version of themselves as they go on their daily lives. And then I imagine all the ways this character would first be horrified / angered / dismissive of that version of themselves that they’d judge weaker because they’d be Omegas, and then, slowly, they see that they’re really badass and yk worthy of consideration, respect etc. Not just them, but all their mates etc. would too, as well. And then they would come out as this better person, who aren’t as prejudiced as they used to be.

39. Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had

I don’t know, I think it kind of overlap with the precedent question? Anyway, my characters are (only) plain, normal humans. Or, well, there was one time I had an idea to write a story with elves à la Tolkien, but it’s not really a weird character concept (or at all really xD)

40. Share some backstory for one of your characters

Well, all my characters’ important backstories end up being revealed, so I’m not gonna spoil anything here…

I’ll take Curly from Amandi. He grew up in an orphanage, a poor one, which didn’t have proper beds (hence why he calls them pockets, because they look like pockets). He has no memory of his parents because they separated before his birth and his mother died in birth. He comes from a magical land (since we’re talking about an OUAT AU).

The Rest of It 41. Any advice for new/beginning/young writers?

Write what you want to read.

42. How do you feel about love triangles?

I’m mixed. I’m not a fan of them, but I wrote one once, although it was a bit special because it looked like that: Person A is in love with Person B, and vice versa, Person C loves Person A and Person C (and the entire world) is convinced Person A is in love with them.

43. What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?

I just go with it. They know better than me xD

44. How much research do you do?

A lot, but it’s mostly on little details. Like, not wars or political situation of the country at the time period, but more like were oil lamps still used for that class of population in said year, and can you snuff them out by turning the button (like in a slide sort of way, I’m not sure how to translate it precisely in English, but in my head it’s crystal clear).

45. How much world building do you do?

I do a lot. When I write a story, I like to know every little detail I can.

46. Do you reread your own stories?

Yes. That’s the main reason why I write them, to be true.

47. Best way to procrastinate

By searching for aesthetic pics on Pinterest. That thing can take hours and you never see them fly. It’s incredible. Worse than Youtube. It takes you from picture to picture to picture without you noticing. Amazing.

48. What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?

I give a little bit of myself to every character I write about. Be it opinions, thoughts, childhood memory or taste. For example, Weston doesn’t like chocolate (he hates it with a passion) because I think chocolate has a disgusting taste (and because he never had the occasion of eating any as a kid).

49. Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Weston, because he’s friendly and extraverted, and I wish I could be more of both, and I imagine that being his friend would make me mimic him in certain ways.

#personal #me myself and I #writing ask

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exhaustedpirate · 9 months

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parent for hire

It's my time to post my CSSNS project! Let's party! I hope you guys like this! I decided to write a CaptainCobraSwan adventure fic after watching the pilot for "The Mandalorian" - I didn't watch the show or anything like that so this is purely inspired by it in theme and some gifs I found on here. I honestly couldn't have done this without Krystal, you're an actual angel and the best beta I could ask for! Also my artist for this year's event, so keep your eyes open for the wonderful @kmomof4 's art! I want to add that I have the next few chapters written and ready to post so I'll be uploading on a weekly basis, if you want to be added to the currently empty tag list, let me know! Without further ado, I present you with the prologue and, in a separate post, the first chapter of "Parent for Hire"!

Prologue

word count: 1112 words

rating: teen and up

read on AO3

It was said that on a night with no light, a baby would be born that would carry the greatest power of all. A power that would grant one the ability to raze villages in seconds, the ability to kill a thousand with barely a movement, the ability to destroy anything. A power that would grant one the ability to heal any ailment and sickness, the ability to grow crops and forests with a single thought, the ability to bring life.

They called it The Heart of the Truest Believer.

Few believed it was true, fewer still waited eagerly for the baby's appearance.

Great light waited for the Heart. Hopeful to hold its hand and guide it to a path of prosperity, to help it find the path of good.

Great darkness would search for the Heart. Eager to hold it in its grasp to destroy all that it could touch, to harness all of its power.

On a night with no light, a baby boy was born. His hair was as dark as the night he was born in, his eyes the color of the forest he was born in. His parents saw how the boy shared his mother's nose, his father's eyes, his grandmother's chin, and his grandfather's brow.

They named him Henry.

They held him tight during the cold nights that winter and they told him stories in front of the cozy fire. Stories of knights and pirates, of heroes and villains, of his family, of the love they shared.

Unfortunately, no one would know about the stories, no one would know about the warmth of his parents' embrace, no one would know the resemblance the boy shared with his parents.

Just before he celebrated his first spring, a vicious group carrying mallets, crossbows, and daggers attacked their cottage. They set a fire that surrounded the tiny home as they yelled and hollered into the night. Glass shattered, manic laughter filling the small space.

The boy slept as chaos erupted in the cottage. He slept as his father gave his life to protect his family. He slept as his mother escaped with him through the backdoor of the cottage, her bare feet rushing through the fire, her shout of pain poorly contained. The child slept on as his mother pulled him closer to her chest, uncaring of her wounds, her only thought to protect her baby. He slept as the invaders noticed his runaway mother, excited hollers piercing the night as they chased after them. He slept as an arrow caught on his mother's shoulder, and she hid him in a verdant bush. He slept as his mother continued to run, hoping to draw the attention of their attackers. The boy slept as his mother, feet screaming in pain, fell to her knees, eyes to the sky as she pleaded to the blue star for help. The child slept as his mother joined his father, his life preserved with her silence.

Rain began to fall, the symphony like a lullaby for the sleeping baby as it doused the fire on his destroyed home. Thunder rumbled as the boy woke, his wails calling for his mother. He was alone, where before there wasn't a second when he didn't hear his mother's voice, feel his father's touch. He was alone and the forest cried with him.

His mother's pleas were heard, the hope infused in them summoning a protector for her child. A blue light permeated the leaves, filling the boy's vision. Careful hands removed the baby from his hideout, his cries silenced, the rain stopping.

The child's eyes were curious as they inspected the strange woman, receiving the same curiosity in return. Sounds burst from his throat as his hands batted up and down. It might have been his eyes or it might have been the way the forest changed its symphony to match the boy's, but his rescuer knew who he was.

"You're safe now, Henry," she tried to reassure. Her hold was too careful, inexperienced. Henry babbled excitedly as his new protector took flight, the wind tickling his face.

The baby was brought to a safe place, where no one could find him. A burrow deep within the forest, a home. He was surrounded by fairies as he grew. They were his caregivers, his teachers. They became his family, his protectors.

Peter Pan wanted the Heart of the Truest Believer. Had been searching for it since its birth. His inability to leave Neverland did not stop his search however, with his Lost Boys following the clues in his stead. There was suffering on the island the night they failed.

On the night when the deafening cries of Neverland echoed on the island, a Swan escaped its cage. Its time running out, desperate for a way out. It was guided to a new home, told to await the Heart's reappearance. Told to hold onto hope.

The island wasn't the only place where pain ruled. Another one's heart was darkened that same night, a loss great enough to turn one's life onto a completely different path. This heart lost their home, their safety, their family, the only love they had left. This heart tried to hold onto hope that revenge was within their reach.

As the child grew, the fairies taught him that a Swan would show him the way. That when the time was right, he would be led to safety by its beak. The Swan was a companion and protector, a guide. The Swan would carry the Heart and take it home, take it to where it could grow. Take it to where it would be loved.

Peter Pan continued his search for the Heart of the Truest Believer even as all trails went cold. He heard of a bounty hunter whose reputation followed him far and wide. A bounty hunter whose heart was lonely, who was in search of their love, whose pain could be exploited. But, this bounty hunter disappeared before completing his task, his kind soul too strong to be bought.

He heard of another, a man with the same amount of scruples as he. A man with a similar reputation. A man who could be bought. A man whose pockets were unable to be filled, always greedy for more. A man who decided to take the Heart for himself.

He finally heard of another, someone whose reputation had recently come to his ear. Someone new, someone who could be bought. Someone who had been eager to capture a wizard. Someone who cared not for the details. Someone who would bring the Heart to him.

Someone who didn't heed the warning. Peter Pan never fails.

#cssns23 #ouat ff #ouat fic #ouat #once upon a time #carolina writes #henry mills #peter pan #parent for hire

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peter-pan-on-neverland · 4 years

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Nightmare’s: Part 2

request: I want from the fluffy prompt list 10 ,11,12 with Peter Pan where reader has a nightmare and Pan comforts her

Pairings: Pan x reader

Warnings: I make a shitty rhyme in the 2nd paragraph :/

Prompts: fluffy 10 - “Shhh... go back to sleep”

Surprisingly I didn’t wake up screaming, or in a cold sweat, this time I was woken up by the sunlight peeking it’s head through the thin curtains. Quickly, I bolted up, remembering last nights event.

My eyes danced around the strangely familiar room I was in, but they boy in green was nowhere to be seen. The make shift bed which lay at the foot on my....his bed, was vacated. A little note was left in his place.

Steadily I rose to my feet, grasping the small bit of paper in-between my fingers.

Y/n I have something I need to do today, I wont see you until the bonfire tonight. I hope you had a better nights sleep. -P.P

I smiled to myself, he sure did know how to fool people. I had always tried to keep my distance from him, I had seen first hand how cruel and vicious he could be with the boys, so why was he being so nice to me?

It’s probably just because he doesn’t want me to wake up screaming in the middle of the night again, making everyone jump out of their skin again,

I couldn’t tell if the version of him he showed around me was real or fake, maybe the cruel side to this boy was real and I was the one being tricked. After all this is Pan were on about here.

The rest of the day carried on as normal, except the blonde second in command was in charge of the large group full of rowdy teenage boys. I tried my hardest to get on with my day as normal, but the boys just couldn’t restrain themselves from asking questions. And the fact that they had seen Pan himself carry me in his arms all the way to his tree house didn’t help my case at all.

“What happened last night?”

“Are you OK?”

“I saw Pan carry you to his tree house, is there something you want to tell us Y/n?”

“No way, Pan would never do that!”

“I saw it with my own eyes!”

“Is that true Y/n?”

I silently watched in awe as the boy squabbled among themselves, looking at me in search of answers.

“Boys!” A British accent rang loud and clear, cutting through the thick air, “If you think there’s something going on between me and our resident lost girl then I’m sorry to say you’re mistaken. So please, get your porn somewhere else.”

There seemed to be a dark rain cloud hanging above the leaders head, following him where ever he went. He was clearly annoyed, but why?

We all watched in silence as he angrily stalked across the camp, before shutting himself away in his tree house, leaving us all dumbstruck and confused. What was going on with him? He had suddenly been acting nice towards me and now he’s angrily stomping around camp?

I shrugged the thought off, it was none of my business anyway.

That was the last time I saw him all day until the sun came down and the flames of the fire licked at the navy sky. The sound of the boys cheering filled the air while they danced around the bonfire as if they were performing some kind of Satanic ritual.

I wasn’t one for dancing, I sat on a log a little ways away from the boys. My eyes were fixated on the flames of the fire as they danced and twirled around each other. The reds and oranges swirled together, looking like they had been painted on a canvas.

Usually this sight would calm me, but tonight it felt different. There was an unsettling feeling in my stomach that I couldn’t seem to shake for the life of me and I had a daunting feeling I knew what was causing it. Like it was written on the pages of a chilling story book those glowing, red eyes seemed to peer at me through the flames of the fire.

My breath imminently hitched in my throat. I could feel my pules quicken along with my heart rate as blood was pumped through my veins at a dangerously fast pace. His menacing laugh seemed to echo in my mind, haunting me, following me. He was right all along, I could never run, I could never hide, he will always find me no matter where I roamed.

“Y/n,” A low voice sounded beside me, making me jump slightly, I visibly relaxed when I saw it was only Felix, “Someone’s jumpy.”

His sharp features were illuminated by the glowing embers of the fire, lighting up his face in a calming blossom.

“yeah, I guess.” I chuckled slightly, trying to act as normal as possible.

“You want to talk about what’s bothering you?” He asked, I wasn’t going to bother to hide the shock of my face, of cores he knew something was up. He’s Felix, he knows just as much as Pan does.

“Nothings bothering me,” I jumped in, desperately wanting him off my trail, besides it wasn’t like he could help me, like he said he will gets what’s his.

“I know that look in your eyes,” The lost boy spoke slowly, “Every boy who’s come to this island has all had that look, you’re scared. Does it have anything to do with last night?”

I could feel my muscles contract and tense with awkwardness at his words.

“It’s nothing, OK?” I tried to reassure him.

“Whatever you say.” With that the normally motionless boy flashed me a smile before walking off.

My eyes went back to gazing at the flames, this day was getting weirder and weirder. First Pan was acting weird and now Felix is going round like his world had just been introduced to rainbow cakes and unicorn stickers? I wanted things to go back to normal, to how they were before, and fast.

The faint sound of a flute shifted me from my thoughts. The soft notes floated out of Pan’s pipes, spreading through the atmosphere for everyone to hear.

The boys seemed to be hypnotized by it, falling under the spell of the song while they banged their sticks to the rhythm.

My eyes gazed beyond the flames of the roaring fire to see Pan perched on a log, Pan flute held to his lips as he played the soft tune. Our eyes locked and I flashed him a quick, small smile only to be met with a smirk of the king of Neverland.

He stopped playing, leaving the boys to dance to the music in their head for a while before he came and sat down next to me.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, for a guy who was always so mean, acting nice was becoming second nature to him.

“Better, I’m sorry I woke everyone up.” I said, my voice sounding small and weak conspired to his.

“Don’t apologize,” If you want you can always stay another night, just to make sure you’re going to be OK.”

What’s the catch? Is this all kind of some plan he has?

“Sure.” I say, smiling over at him, “I’ll sleep on the floor tonight.”

The leader scoffed at my remark, “What kind of host would I be if I let a lady sleep on the floor?” He left before I could argue back.

I couldn’t help but crack a smile as he walked away.

“Oh, love!” He yelled back, “Feel free to go to bed whenever you want, I might be up for a while.”

Silently, I gave him a nod, this wasn’t really my scene anyways, sleep was basically my escape at the minute.

Jumping to my feet I made my way over to Pan’s tree house, I could feel the eyes of the lost boys fixate on my as I climbed the ladder. Whispers and gasps could be hear among the crowd, but in fear of getting their fingers chopped off they kept their mouths shut.

I entered his candle lit room, it was simple but pretty at the same time. The first time I was in here I only payed attention to the basic things, now I could clearly see the things that clung to the wooden walls. Various sea shells, some kind of dust, leaves, feathers and millions upon millions of books to read, some factual and some full of adventure and mystery, I never would’ve though Pan was a reader.

Slipping off my big, brown, knee high boots before flopping onto the make shift bed on the floor, there was no way I could stay in his bed again, no matter how comfy it was.

Laying my head on the soft pillow, I wrapped the thin blanket around my small body before closing my eyes, letting peaceful bliss take over my body.

The moon was so bright it almost blinded me, popping out against the jet black backdrop it sat upon. I was surrounded by dark, tall trees that towered over me like a sky scraper, I was enclosed by nature, not being able to escape.

“I told you I would be back.” That dark voice I knew oh so well spoke from among the trees.

Panic flowed through my veins as I felt those long nails scratch the back of my neck, clawing at my back. Hot drops of blood rolled down my back, I couldn’t move. I was stuck in place no being able to do anything about the pain I was feeling.

“Are you willing to give me what I want now?” He was so close to me I could feel his hot breath tickle my ear, “I will visit you every night until I get what’s mine, so you might as well give it to me.”

“No!” I screamed, “I will never hand it over, I wont come with you, I wont be apart of this little game I didn’t even sign up for!”

His slender fingers wrapped themselves around my neck as my chest quickly rose and fell out of pure fear. I wanted to wake up, I wanted Pan to be here like he was last night.

“Come one, It’ll be over soon, just let me have it.” His slimy tongue licked a long stripe from my neck all the way up to my cheek.

“You can’t have it! You’re never going to have it! Just leave me alone.” I pleaded as salty tear rolled down my face.

The monstrous creature tried to reason with me, tried to persuade me and lure me into temptation, but I kept screaming and screaming over the top of him.

“No! No! No! No! No! No!” I screamed over and over again.

“No!” I bellowed as I bolted up in...Pan’s bed? But I thought I fell asleep on the floor?

I could hear a faint groan sounding from the side of me, my eyes slid to the left only to find a very tired looking boy, with messy brown hair. I couldn’t help but freeze in place, was I really shearing a bed with the leader? I could feel my cheeks heat up at the thought.

“What’s wrong, love?” He groggily asked after letting out a yawn.

“W....I thought I fell asleep on the floor?” I said, tiredly rubbing my eyes.

He let out a low chuckle in response, “You are a stubborn one aren’t you?” He sat up, leaning on his elbows.

It was only then I realized he was shirtless, I wasn’t quite sure what to think. Was this his weird way of trying to seduce me?

We sat there in awkward silence for a minute, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wondering over the parts of his exposed skin, it set off something inside. I could feel my entire face grow hot, there was no way in hell I was about to let this guy soak my panties.

“You wanna talk about it?” He asked, genuinely seeming to care.

I shook my head no, forcing my eyes to stay glued to his blankets instead of him. Although anything to keep my mind off that nightmare was very welcomed in my books, even if it was the king of Neverland fu-

“If it helps, I can tell you one of my nightmares?” He spoke up, stopping me from finishing that though which I was silently grateful for.

“...O-Okay.” I said.

“Lie down,” He said, I did as I was ordered, getting comfy on his bed which could easily be mistaken for a cloud, “The worst dream I’ve ever had was about losing everyone, Felix, The boys, you. I was here all alone and I was dying. I had no one to talk to, no one who could help me. I was forced to wonder around on my own, hopelessly calling out for everyone, wondering where they had all gone.”

It was strange to hear Pan of all people open up and talk about the things he was scared of.

“I would hate that too,” I told him, making him feel like he had someone to relate to.

“Shhhhhh...” He whispered, “Go back to sleep, love.”

I nodded before rolling over, my back was facing him as I scooted other to the other side of the bed, being as far away from Pan as I possibly could before letting my eyes close.

I woke up before the sun did, watching the soft shades of pink, orange and purple blended together, but that wasn’t what alarmed me.

I looked down only to see Pan’s arm slung over my waist, his faint breath tickled my ear as my back pressed against his bare chest. I felt oddly comfortable in this position, but I knew how awkward this situation would be if Pan woke up.

Carefully, I removed his arms from around me before crawling out of bed. I slipped my boots on after I left a note by his side.

Pan, Gone for a walk, be back in five ~Y/n

Silently, I slipped out the door, making my way towards the stream, I needed to cool off.

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Part 2 is up, I hope you guys like it! Look at me actually sticking to deadlines hehehe, I’ll try and get the next part up by Tuesday! Xxxx

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torterragarden · 4 years

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More OUAT thots cause I need some place to dump them

Unimportant but needs to be said: Ginnifer Goodwin is so pretty and I love her short hair 🥺

I really hate the way Charming’s fiance is introduced. I remember her becoming more sympathetic later on but in this episode she’s set up as a snob and a nag and it’s just like. Yeah of course we have to make the other woman a Nag because how else could Charming and Snow fall in love right 🙄 Snow even has to dunk on her later even though she couldn’t have heard her speak more than a few lines. It’s annoying and unnecessary

When Charming catches Snow and her hood falls off and they do that thing where he’s like “a girl??” and she’s like “a woman :)” and then decks him, I love it tbh hhhfdkj I know it’s corny but I love it

Okay so “Charming” being like, a sarcastic nickname that Snow gives him instead of it being his actual name or a pet name is a good way to try and make it less cringe lmao but it’s still very clunky. He says like one vaguely sassy thing and she’s like “wow aren’t you a prince charming” and then refuses to call him anything else and. no one talks like this

I Understand what they’re trying to do but Mary Margaret becoming like, so infatuated with a John Doe comes off as a little creepy? He like, doesn’t even remember who he is and she’s like “yeah I could date him” idk it’s weird

Snow and Charming episodes are still boring let’s move on

The Cinderella episode is the start of an awful pattern in this show where every character of color is treated atrociously. There's hardly any of them to begin with and when they do show up they're either killed off after like, one or maybe two episodes, or they never show up again after one or two episodes.

They cast a black actress as Cinderella's fairy godmother, cool. Hope she liked her ten fucking seconds of screen time before Rumpelsiltskin kills her for her wand. He doesn't even need it so like... WHY

It's so that Rumpel can fill the role of Cinderalla's fairy godmother and we can get this episode's plot going. Rumpel filling that role is a fine idea, they do like to have characters taking multiple roles in fairy tales in this show and they like to do this especially with Rumpel, like how he's also the beast in Beauty and the Beast and for some reason he's the crocodile in Peter Pan?? Kind of?? It's stupid. But anyway, they like to put Rumpel fucking everywhere because he's got this whole scheming puppetmaster thing going on, I thought it was kind of clever at first but it gets exhausting later. After a while it felt like nothing could happen in this show without him being directly involved and like... Come on lmao. Isn't he tired? How is he not tired. I'm tired ffs

Got off track there but what that point was supposed to be about was that like, Rumpel being Cinderella's fairy godmother isn't a bad idea, especially if you're trying to give the story a ~darker twist. But if you're gonna do that, why include her actual fairy godmother only to kill her off within seconds? I know they've already established that there are fairies so like, it might seem weird not to include them, but there are lots of times in this show where the fairies don't help, they kind of suck lmao so who cares! Cinderella badly wants to escape her abusive home, they could have just had Rumpel show up and be like "hey you seem desperate, let's make a deal". Or, since Rumpel is a well known figure in this world, she could have gone to him and been like "hey I'm desperate, let's make a deal". It's so easy!

The fairies are mentioned later in the episode, they're part of what helps Cinderella get out of the terrible deal she made with Rumpel, so they could have had her fairy godmother show up there instead! That would have been a better twist than literally going out of their way to kill off a black female character

Henry not knowing Mr. Gold's fairy tale counterpart is so silly. REALLY Henry. You can't figure out this creepy guy known for shady deals who has the town under his thumb? You can't figure out who Mr. GOLD is?

Yeah I know he’s like ten but he figured out Mary Margaret is Snow White and I feel like that’s way less obvious than Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin lmao

Why does Rumpel want Cinderella's baby? I know that's one of his things in the fairy tale, that and spinning straw into gold which he also does but like, I feel like the baby thing is something that needs an actual explanation for the purposes of this show lmao. Why does he want her firstborn? It's not explained in this episode and I don't think it's ever explained? Why does he want her baby??? hello??

Ashley/Cinderella has been pregnant for 28 years thanks to this curse that's gotta be fucking rough

Hey so is Henry the only person in town who actually ages and is aware of years going by? No wonder he figured out the town is cursed how did Regina think she could hide it from him

#sage watches ouat

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karolinqdean · 7 years

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ouat!

my all-time ultimate fave character: regina mills

a character I didn’t used to like but now do: zelena

a character I used to like but now don’t: Eh..,,nobody really

a character I’m indifferent about: basically every other character that is not regina, swan mills, charmings, zelena and belle

a character who deserved better: regina mills ffs

a ship I’ve never been able to get into: rumbelle

a ship I’ve never been able to get over: swan queen

a cute, low-key ship: snowing (they’re technically high-key but they’re a low-key ship in my heart), dragon queen???

an unpopular ship but I still enjoyed it: none

a ship that was totally wrong and never should have happened: lmao black fairy n peter pan, regina n rumple

my favourite storyline/moment: the entire s5 finale with swan queen. u kno what I actually can’t remember much from any of the episodes I’ve watched to pick a favourite. But I can guarantee that regina is in it

a storyline that never should have been written: ahhhhh the entire stunt in hell that was a Dark time

my first thoughts on the show: it was cute, unconventional, was interesting to see a different perspective of fairytales I knew

my thoughts now: UM WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN I no longer watch it for the fairytales I purely am watching for regina mills/the possibility of swan queen happening. Tbh I don’t think ouat is a good show anymore, I don’t even think it’s moderately good…? Character development doesn’t exist for any character at all at this point, even for regina I feel like its stagnated. I think it’s kinda expected for shows with genres like this- I begin to get the feeling that they’re going in circles/dragging the plot just to fill episodes, instead of making episodes to achieve a vision they’d set. (Understandably since its technically entertainment) Comparing ouat to other shows, watching it doesn’t lift my spirits, I can’t really relate realistically to any character, there is no ship on the show canon that I religiously ship, I don’t learn anything/get new perspectives…..I don’t know if I’ll continue watching after the winter break tbh…!!! Maybe if I hear about sq but…,,hmm p unlikely it seems

send me a tv series

#asks #queenssaviour

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peter-pan-on-neverland · 4 years

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Nightmare’s: Part 3

Request: I want from the fluffy prompt list 10 ,11,12 with Peter Pan where reader has a nightmare and Pan comforts her

Pairings: Pan x reader

Warnings: Kinda fluffy

Prompts: Fluffy 11 - “It’s OK, I’m here”

Slowly, I made my way towards the stream, the sky was getting lighter and lighter, the bright sun peeking it’s head through the gaps in the trees. I didn’t realize just how beautiful this place was, everything was so calm and quite, the complete opposite to camp.

This mornings events played over and over again in my mind, spinning repeatedly like a broken record. I got shivers up and down my spine thinking about his arms being wrapped around my waist. His hot breaths tickling my ears, walking down my neck.

I blushed at though as a weird feeling arose in my stomach, it felt strange being in that position with Pan, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.

Finally, the sound of rushing water filled my ears, I was close to the lagoon. Cutting through a few bushes I saw the clear blue waters. Fish saw elegantly, rippling the surface as water splashed everywhere.

I didn’t think twice before stripping off, I knew none of the boys would be up yet anyway, but i left my bra and underwear on just incase. Dipping my toes in, i tested the waters.

It was slightly cold, but I guess we are out in the open. Inch by inch I persuaded my body to go deeper into the lagoon until the water was up to my shoulders, at first I gasped at how cold it was, but now it was more soothing than cold. I swam around in the crystal clear waters without a care in the world, just enjoying the feeling of being so calm.

That was until I felt something wrap itself around my ankle, desperately trying to drag me down to the bottom of the pool. I thrashed and splashed around, fighting to keep my head above water, but whatever this thing was is too strong for me.

Swiftly, I was pulled under. My arms swinging all around me in search for whatever it is that had a hold of me. The water seemed to grow darker and darker as black spots started to float around in my vision.

I went into full blown panic mode, trying my hardest to swim away to the shore so I could get the fuck out of here. My lungs burned as they began to be filled with salt water, filling my mouth and nose as I tried to get away.

I could feel my head getting lighter, as if it were a balloon being filled with air.

And then all of a sudden it stopped. Another pair of arms hooked themselves under my armpits, dragging me through the water and back up to the shore. They lay me on the shore as I coughed up the water which filled my lungs, desperately gagging for fresh air.

“What were you thinking?” An angry voice sounded, I knew exactly who it was, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer the boy king.

A sigh left his lips as he sat down beside me, placing his hand on top of mine and rubbing small circles to try and calm me down.

“I...I’m sorry,” I breathy replied, “I forgot the mermaids swam here.”

Slowly, I began to sit up as Pan placed a had on my back to support me.

“No, It’s...It’s fine.” He said, “We should get back to camp, I’ll walk with you.”

I found myself smiling, this boy seemed to be growing on me more and more. We walked back towards camp in silence, I knew deep down that he was angry, but this time I didn’t feel scared I felt...disappointed?

“So....” The leader began, “How come you weren’t there when I woke up?”

I felt a pang of embarrassment in my chest as those words left his lips, “Oh....” My mind search for an excuse, “I just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep.”

He only hummed in response, before long we arrived at the busy camp. The boys were all up, mulling around, talking, laughing, round housing. The blonde second in command seemed to eyes us up and down as we entered together, casting me a weird glance before walking over.

“What is it?” Pan asked but the boy would not open his mouth as long as I was around.

I gave the two boys a nod, I know it wasn’t anything personal, they were always having secrete meetings.That was the last time I saw those two boys until well into the night when I creeper into Pan’s tree house, they had been in there for hours and I wanted to gather my things and put them back in my tent before I slept.

“Um...Pan?” I knocked on the door, before it slowly slid open. I took this as my invitation inside the small, candle lit room.

There the two boys sat around his desk, too preoccupied looking at some old, beaten up book to notice me walk in. I cleared my throat more loudly than usual, hoping I would grasp their attention.

Simultaneously the two boys spun on their heel towards me. The scarred boy viciously slammed the book shut, weird.

“I...I just came to get my stuff.” I spoke, it was as if the two boys were having a silent conversation with each other, the taller of the two gave an understanding smile before leaving.

As soon as the door shut behind Felix the mighty king of Neverland began to speak, stalking closer towards me as he did.

“Y/n, I think it’s best if you stay here, until the nightmares stop.” Pan’s voice was stern as he spoke, “You’ve been having them a lot recently, I think it’ll be better to ease my mind if I’m here with you.”

Wait....ease his mind.

The look of realization and embarrassment cross his feature when he recalled what he said.

“I mean your mind.” The leader let out and awkward cough, “Ease your mind.”

I had to physically stop myself from smiling at his words, was this heartless “beast” starting to care?

I couldn’t stop a giggle from slipping out, “Whatever you say, Pan.”

The boys cheeks flared up, I couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment, but he didn’t appear to be angry.

“You could always call me, Peter if you want.” The sentence was spoken so quite and so fast I wasn’t sure I had heard him right.

Testing the waters, I decided to try it out, “Thanks, Peter.” His name felt weird on my tongue, but I liked it. It made me feel as if I had some kind of special treatment, like I was more important than the rest of the boys.

Looking around I searched for the makeshift bed which was once on the floor, but it was nowhere to be seen. Out the corner of my eye I saw the familiar figure, slowly taking off his shirt ready for bed. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, I dare say he was hot, I could feel my cheeks getting hotter and hotter the longer I stared at him.

Reluctantly I slid off my boots and climbed into his warm, soft bed. I could feel my tiny body slide to one side once Peter had crawled in beside me, “Love, I never did ask, but what do you keep having nightmares about?”

I could feel my body tense up at his question,”There, um... There’s this...thing, that keeps following me around.” I said.

“What things?” The boy whispers as he got closer towards he, I could feel his breath glide across my shoulder.

“It’s demonic. His eyes are a glowing red colour, his long, sharp, dark nails scratch at my legs, and my face, and my arms.”

I don’t know why but tears started to flow down my cheeks as I sucked in a breath, trying my hardest to fight them off.

Suddenly, I felt a hot hand rest upon my cheek, my e/c eyes peered open, trying to look at the boy king through my blurred vision. Using the pad of his thumb, Peter started to wipe away my tears, tucking stray strands of hair behind my ear. His touch was nice, comforting, it made me feel happier and calmer.

“It’s okay, love, I’m here.” He whispered, pulling my tiny frame closer towards him, his arms wrapped around me, trapping me in the most amazing way possible, “Now get some sleep.”

Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, the boy pulled me closer, lulling me to blissful sleep.

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I’m going to be posting an announcement soon, I got some exciting stuff to tell you all!

Stay safe, I love you!

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peter-pan-on-neverland · 4 years

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A Little Game

Request: Can you write an imagine for spin the bottle with Felix please 😭❤ the headcanon was so perfect I died🥵😍😍😍 But Felix is more like the violent ruthless second in command so everyone is S H O C K E D when you two actually kiss. (And maybe the other lost girls, if there are any, are even scared of Felix) He doesn't talk much but later approaches you and maybe some smut happens????🤷‍♀️❤❤❤

Pairings: Felix x reader

Warnings: smut ;)

The night was like any other, lost boys cheered and danced wildly around the roaring flames of the camp fire, the heat of it so strong I could feel it tickle my face. Shouts of happiness and cheers of joy filled my ear as I sat silently on a cold log, watching the boys have their fun while I was at a distance. I was never one for dancing, I would always freeze up or grow embarrassed, worrying about weather I was doing it wrong or if the boys would all start laughing at me.

The sharp sound of a whistle cut through the air, causing everyone to come to a halt.

"Boys." The mischievous, familiar voice of the leader spoke up, "how about we play a game?"

All the boys growled in excitement, cheering and hollering at the thought.

"Truth or dare!"

"Capture the flag!"

“Seven minutes in Haven!”

“Hide and Seek!”

They all started to bombard the brown haired boy with suggestions, desperately trying to come up with a good game to play.

Silently, the tall, dark figure which loomed close to the king turned on his heels, bending down and fishing a shiny object out of the lush green bushes. He rolled it around in his large hand for a while, his jaggard scar seeming to pop of his face like inspiring words from a page in the glow of the fire, lighting up all of his sharp features like Christmas. The elf-like boy turned to him with a dark grin plastered on his face, taking what appeared to be a rum bottle out of the second in commands hand.

"How about spin the bottle," He suggested as the boys eagerly nodded in agreement, "what do you say lost girl? Will you be joining us?"

Without letting a word slip past my lips, I absentmindedly nodded whilst the boys sat in a circle, I got up to join without realizing what I had just gotten myself into.

Not even a second had slipped by before the leader of the rowdy group of lost boys wrapped his fingers around the empty bottle of rum, itching to spin it and find out who it would land on. We all lent in closer, our curious eyes watching the shiny object spin around and around before gradually slowing to a halt, the neck pointing directly at Nick.

Everyone could see the colour visibly drain from the poor lost boys face as he eyed everyone around him, deciding who in his eyes would be the best person to kiss in this situation. That’s when those big, brown eyes scanned over me, his orbs drinking every inch of me up, making the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach grown more and more intense with each passing second. I felt the need to hide my already covered body from his eyes grasp, clutching my cloak in my hands and dragging it over my body even tighter as if it were a barrier, stopping him from having a peak.

“Nick,” Pan clapped his hands, desperately wanting to see how this plays out, “Look’s like you’re up first.”

The lost boy reluctantly took hold of the bottle, flicking his wrist before it spun out of control on the floor in front of us, I could feel his hungry eyes on me. The boys had never tried anything with me before, they were more like protective brothers than they were boyfriend material, but they had also never seen a girl in years.

However, there was one person that intrigued me, the mysterious second in command, he never had much to say, always hiding in Pan’s shadow. I couldn’t stop myself from wondering what this boy was really like, who he really was. It was as if Pan had trapped him in a bottle, never giving him enough time or space to do his own thing outside of his orders and chores other than fight, and trust me he was good at it. He had made a reputation for himself, and not a good one, he was known to be calm most of the time but when provoked all hell would break lose, and God help whoever pisssed him off.

As my mind wondered, so did my eyes. Peering over at the ruthless teenager, I found him already looking in my direction, flashing me a menacing smirk before his icy eyes were once again glued to the moving bottle. Shivers ran up and down my spine at his action, did I do something to upset him?

“David!” A British voice sounded, snapping me out of my thoughts, “Looks like you’re up.”

The boys started to grow more and more excited, shouting and hollering as the two drew nearer to each other before their lips finally touched for a split second. They both recoiled back in disgust, Nick vigorously wiping lips as David continuously spat on the floor.

“Now, who wants to go next?” Pan asked, everyone was silent not wanting to kiss one of their so called brothers.

“I’ll go.” A deep voice sounded from a short distance.

Heads sharply turned to the source of the voice, mouths dropped open and eyes popped out when they saw none other than the second in command reaching for the bottle. The only sound which flooded the island was that of the rum bottle spinning on its side and the silent shock of every living creature that walked upon this lands soil, even Pan, his best friend was at a loss for words.

Everyone’s eyes were still glued to the blonde giant as he watched the bottle spin round and round, his stormy blue eyes were fixated on it, as if it put him under some kind of spell. No one dared to even breath as the bottle began to come to a stop, eager to see who it would land on, but at the same time praying to whatever God there was out there that it wouldn’t land on them.

Before I even realized what was happening, all eyes were on me. The curious look was evident on my face as the lost boys eyes darted from me to the bottle, I felt my blood run cold as my eyes glided towards the second in command.

I knew, deep down I knew Felix would never kiss me, I always had this feeling that he despised me which only made me want to find out more about him. But alas, the jumped up to his feet, stalking closer and closer towards me, I peered into those ice like orbs before he pulled me in. Our lips were introduced to each other as his hand snaked around my waist, it felt like some kind of invisible force was making my fingers tangle themselves in his hair, but I knew I had secretly been hoping for this.

It’s funny, I didn’t expect it to be like this, his lips were warm and soft, welcoming my own with open arms. At first it was strange but after a couple seconds I felt safe for some reason, like I wanted to be there,

He pulled away, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to pull him back in for another one, but I couldn’t, instead I could feel every ounce of blood in my body rush to my cheeks.

The entire camp was engulfed in silence, no one knowing what to say next as their eyes were glued on the two of us.

“Hey guys!” A drunken Nibs stumbled out of the bushes, carrying a crate full to the brim with bottle and bottles of rum, “Look what I found!”

I let out an audible sigh as all the attention suddenly shifted from me to Nibs, my cheeks were still red from blushing as I felt Felix’s hot breath travel down the nape of my neck, sending shivers to run up and down my spine.

Without thinking, I shot up out of my seat, needing a distraction from what had just happened. I zoomed towards the crate, telling myself that in this moment it was all I needed. I chugged and chugged and chugged, letting to cool liquid pour down my throat, the burn didn’t bother me, I needed a way to cool down and fast.

One by one the lost boys all followed my actions, picking up a bottle for themselves and drinking the night away, liveliness flooded the island once again as laughter filled the air and the boys began to dance around the fire. Sooner or later I found myself sat in a small circle of friends, laughing and drinking, just having a good time, when a certain boy invaded my thoughts.

I would love to tell myself that I quickly forgot about the kiss, but the truth is I couldn’t get it out of my head. The way his lips drew in closer to meet my own caused the blush on my face to intensify, and the way he held me close made me feel -

I need to stop, what am I even thinking? This is Felix we’re on about here, the guy who is supposed to be one of my brothers, but he made me feel so... No.

“I think that’s enough for one night boys,” I spoke, slowly raising to me feet, “I’m off, night.”

A choir of voices followed after me, all sending me off with good residence and wishing me a good nights sleep.

My feet began to plant themselves in the ground, waving goodnight as I absentmindedly walked forwards and.....BAM! Just my luck.

“Sorry I wasn’t-” I started to splutter out an apology as fast as I could.

“It’s okay.” A husky voice replied, causing my blood to run hot with embarrassment, I shot up as if I were standing to attention.

“I-I’m just gonna go to sleep,” I said, practically running away from the situation I was currently in, “Night!”

When I arrived at my tent, I flopped down onto my bed, wanting nothing more then blissful sleep to take over my body, but a lass, it didn’t. I lay there in thought for what felt like an eternity when it actual fact it had been nothing more than a few mere minutes. The clock slowly ticked by as I tried my hardest to push all my thoughts aside, desperately wanting the blonde boy to leave my thoughts but I just couldn’t seem to help myself.

I thought of his smile, his hair, his scar, his laugh, the way his eyes always seemed to light up with joy whenever Pan announced we would be having cake for dessert, the way the called my name in order to capture my attention.

Y/n.

“Y/n.” A deep voice called, my ears instantly perked up, I know who that voice belonged to.

Shock over took my body and before I knew it my tiny frame had rolled off the bed, was that really him? Or was that all in my head?

“Um... are you awake?” He sounded again, concern and slight disappointment coated his words.

“Just a second!” I spoke, hoping that the tall, blonde boy wouldn’t leave, I shot up, fiddling with my hair for what felt like an eternity, wanting to look presentable for him.

I dashed towards the fabric door of my tiny house, pulling it aside to find Felix standing there. His dark cloak hung on his shoulders and wooden club was slung carelessly over his shoulders.

“Hey.” I said, my voice coming out as nothing more than a weak whisper, “What’s up?”

“Um..” He began, his eyes darting everywhere but refusing to meet my own.

This is new, I had never seen the mighty second in command nervous before.

“Well.... I wanted to...” He awkwardly chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, he couldn’t get any words out. Before I knew it I was being pulled towards him by my collar, his fingers tightly gripping the fabric of my cloak before his lips smashed into mine once again.

I seemed to lose myself in him, wanting nothing more than to be right here with him, in this very moment. He pushed me back, walking inside my tent before guiding my small body down. My back hit the soft, welcoming covers as he crawled on top of me, my hands found themselves in his hair, just where they had longed to be all night.

He placed his knee in between my leg, genitally rubbing the area which needed some kind of friction the most. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stop a small whimper sounding from my lips. I could feel him smirking as he deepened the kiss, leaning into me more and more as if he were trying to trap me, making sure I would be there with him for as long as I could.

His rough hands snaked all over my body, exploring, finding out the places I liked to be touched the most. In one swift movement my cloak was torn off my body in power hungry lust, leaving me completely exposed in front of him.

I could feel his ice cold eyes roll over my exposed skin, causing goose-bump to form all over my arms and legs.

“There’s no need to be nervous,” He said, his voice coming out as a mere whisper, “Yo’re beautiful.”

Light pink dust coated my cheeks as the words left his lips, there no way he could really think that, I must be sweaty from all of the training I had to do that day and I hadn’t had enough time to wash some of the dirt off my face. Yet the second in command couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off me, drinking up the sight of my body as if he were addicted.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He spoke before attaching his lips to my neck leaving a trail of sweet, slopping kisses all the way down to my collarbone.

Tiny pants and gasps slipped passed my rosy lips as the sucked and bit down on all the right places, ”Felix.”

As soon as his name was moaned into the night sky, something inside him snapped, as if the beast which lurked inside had just been let out of it’s cage.

He sat up, slipping off whatever clothes he had left on, leaving little to nothing to the imagination. He wasn’t lanky, which I expected him to be, toned muscles clung to his arms and back, I had to fight the urge to physically drool over him.

It was as if I were in a trance, completely captivated by his body, I didn’t even realize his hands reaching out towards me before his long fingers were suddenly wrapped around my neck. It was a slightly uncomfortable feeling, but not one I was apposed to.

It made me feel as though I was completely and utterly dominated by him, I felt like I should do everything he told me, I wanted to do everything he told me.

His hard cock pressed against my leg and I could feel the smirk on my face grow as I teased him, stroking his length. I could see it in his face that if I carried on any more sweet grunts of ecstasy would come tumbling out of his mouth, the though of that only made my temptation intensify.

Felix bit his lip, letting out sighs of happiness as he threw his head back, incoherent whispered sounded from his mouth.

“Fuck.” The second in command whispered, grabbing my shoulder and quickly flipping me over so that I lay on top of him. His eager hands flew to my hair, slightly pushing me further and further down his body.

I smiled happily as I sank down to the place I wanted to be the most, taking his long member into my hand, I licked a long stripe all the way up from the base to the tip before taking as much of him as I could in my mouth. Sucking and swirling my tongue around the tip until my name frequently fell from his lips.

“Y/n,” That and the prominent sound of slurping was the only thing that filled the air.

I took his cock in between my teeth, slowly, but carefully pulling my head back as I peered into his cold, blue eyes.

When I was done I crawled back up, catching his lips on mine once more, like we had done so many times this night. I straddled him, grinding my wet pussy on his hard member before positioning him at my entrance.

A loud moan escaped my lips as I lowered myself onto him, it took no effort for him to fill me up completely.

Slowly, my hips started to grind as deep moans filled the room, his fingernails dug into the flesh on my thighs, only making me wetter. Once I had adjusted to up, I began to bounce up and down as I threw my head back in pleasure, his lips found themselves playing with my nipples, sucking and biting as I moaned into the night sky.

“Um, Felix.” Was the only thing I could say at this moment in time, no other words came to mind, only him.

My thrust grew sloppy and legs grew weak, I was tired but I couldn’t bring myself to stop, not when I was so close to tipping over the edge.

“Getting tired?” He breathy asked with a smirk on his lips.

My blushing face nodded in response, “I’m so close.” I moaned.

Without warning the second in command grabbed my arms, forcing me to stop. He positioned himself at my entrance, dipping his tip in and out of me before going in all the way hitting all the right places.

“Felix, Felix, Felix.” I said, wanting him, needing him, practically begging for my release.

It wasn’t long before all my juices were coating him, which triggered his own undoing. I could feel his seed slowly drip out of my as I lay down beside him.

Neither of us said anything for a while, just sitting in comfortable silence before I started to drift off into blissful sleep.

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Yo, I know I said I would post every satarday (and I will!) shits been kinda wack😂, I did promise you guys an explanation and you will get one either today or tomorrow, I promise! ❤

I know its monday, don't worry I'm already writing more so you'll still get a story on Satarday! 🙃

This us also one of my longest stories!! I'm so proud! 🥰

I love you all and I'm so sorry!! 💚💗💓💞💕💘💝❣💔💖

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