#like abandoning rumple was bad already. but he couldn’t have known that that pain would last for hundreds of years instead of a few decades

[fandom-fae]

honestly. on one hand. i really really really like the version of peter pan from once upon a time, in the way that the actor does a phenomenal job, the character has great dialogue and is just overall really really enjoyable to watch imo. but then i remember how he kept wendy in a cage for like 300 years and like

i stan him but that is so. AGSJDHJDHDJ. like i feel SO BAD for wendy there. this poor girl honestlyyy. like. that’s so disturbing honestly. like i can’t imagine much things that would mess with someone’s psyche more than that. like if he had just kept her on the island then fine, but constantly in that tiny hanging cage??? big OOF.

like i’m sure she’d need like permanent therapy afterwards and even then how would you even begin to unpack that in therapy???? like??????

[taechaos]

New Idea

pairing: Step-brother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

warnings: non-con, bondage, pseudo-incest, sadism, smut, mentions of killing

synopsis: You wished to hang out with your brother Taehyung when he wasn't home, only to realize he was better off staying away.

word count: 3.2k

It was late at night. Rain flooded outside, drops trickled down your window and puddles formed on the roads as they reflected the neon lit storefront signs beautifully. The tears from the clouds splashed against the cement loudly, and you watched the empty streets in boredom. With your cheek leaning on your palm, elbow propped up on the round wooden table across your window, you miserably yearned to feel some sort of sugar rush with a deep frown on your face. Things have been mundane, repeating the same old routines as days quickly went by. You wondered what Taehyung had been up to in the time that he’d been gone. You knew he could resolve your boredom instantly had he been right beside you.

Taehyung – your step-brother who was the embodiment of adrenaline, and was most likely awake with you right now. The man never slept, always staying up at night brainstorming ideas for what to do during the day that was no doubt just as exciting as the day before. Bags adorned his eyes that somehow fit his wild persona that never needed asking for permission to do things that were illegal most of the time. It was especially daring when having strict parents, and the only reason he wasn’t locked up in a mental institution was because he was the pride of your family with excelling grades in college that he rarely ever attended. They never approved of anything he’d done, especially not the teal hair he was currently rocking. You on the other hand, looked up to him as a role model.

What you’d do to see him right now. Sometimes he tagged you along with his adventures, such as exploring abandoned buildings and getting matching tattoos on your forearms that he chose. Despite the rebellious acts he put you through, he always defended you against your parents and got away with everything with a light scolding from his smooth tongue. Admiration wouldn’t begin to describe the amount of respect you had for him, though he was rarely ever around. Unbeknownst to you however, he never failed to go a day without pecking your cheek while you were unconscious. 

He was everything you aspired to be: a carefree soul with a creative mind and a heart filled with exhilaration. The only thing he hadn’t done was probably murder. It was a shame that absence made the heart grow fonder, because throughout the time you’d known him since your early teens, he hadn’t changed one bit with his disappearances that could go on for days. 

Taehyung never changed.

Was this what they called depression? Feeling numb and hating your life for how ordinary it was? You didn’t know, but what you knew was that you really needed Taehyung right now. It was 3AM and your parents were sound asleep in the apartment while you moped over how much you missed your step-brother’s presence. Not a single moment was dull with him, while you were too much of a coward to go through with any of your desires.

And as if your prayers were answered, a pound came on the door. The loud knock instantly gave away the person behind the door; Taehyung, who never cared for how loud he was unless he was on a stealthy mission.

Your heart skipped a beat as the door swung open and the silhouette of your step-brother entered before it was slammed shut with a lock. “You’re awake?” he asked in a whisper without moving an inch when he noticed your seated form.

“Can’t sleep,” you breathed, unable to hide the joy you felt upon seeing him in your tone. He couldn’t have picked a better time to visit you.

“Why not?” he walked over to you before kneeling. There was a smile on his face that matched yours, instantly giving away he came to your room with purpose. It was expected, for he never approached you if not to tell you about one of his newer ideas. 

“Was bored.”

“So was I,” a mischievous smirk graced his face. The street lights outside illuminated his messy hair that your hand itched to ruffle. “But I found us a solution.”

Your eyes gleamed with hope, your grin never faltering. “Tell me,” you impatiently urged, your knees already bouncing up and down with excitement.

“I’ll give you a hint: we’ll both be having fun. But you need to listen to me,” he cautioned with a raised finger. You nodded frantically, willing to do whatever he needed you to do. “Okay, stand up.”

You obeyed him and only then noticed the bag slung over his shoulder once you stood before him. “Let me do all the work, yeah? You just stand still.”

“I really want to know what it is,” you whined and bounced on your feet. 

Taehyung held onto your tits that bounced with you and you quietly gasped. “Better not be acting like this with anyone other than me. Naughty,” he scolded before unzipping his small pouch. 

“I don’t go out without a bra,” you rolled your eyes playfully. Taehyung was notorious for doing and saying things without a filter, uncaring of the effect it had on others. This was simply him looking after you without any boundaries, because he never set any with you.

He pulled out a duct tape from the mystery bag. “Turn around and hold your hands behind you.” You complied without protest, the ripping of a duct tape resounding in the room as he tore it with his teeth. He taped your wrists together like cuffs before facing you again by the pull of your shoulder. 

Confusion washed over you, but not a trace of fear. “What’s this about?”

“Now go lie down,” he ignored you and nodded at your bed. You sat on the center, your sheets already rumpled from all the tossing and turning you’d done in an attempt to sleep. His figure loomed over you and your heart raced in anticipation. “Don’t move, okay?”

You silently watched him with piqued curiosity as he pushed you down. The soft mattress dipped under your weight and you didn’t move a muscle until you felt him tug at your flannel pajama pants. “Taehyung? What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” he ignored you again and you furrowed your brows as he undressed you. “You’re going to like it.”

Without a single clue of his intentions, you expected him to change your pants after he took them off, but definitely didn’t expect him to aim at your panties next. The second he held onto the hems, you crawled away from him and repeated more firmly, “Taehyung, what are you doing?”

He yanked you back to him by your ankles. “Don’t you trust me? You said you’d listen to me.” 

“I don’t think I want to do this,” you strained and tried to pull your knees to your chest, but he tightened his grip on your ankles.

“It’ll be fun, just sit still,” he spoke airily, his tone unbothered compared to your worried one. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Once you felt somewhat reassured, you relaxed your legs and lied back down. The discomfort swallowed you whole when he undressed your bottom half completely. The chilly air hit your bare legs and left goosebumps in its wake.

“You shouldn’t be shy about being naked with me,” he chuckled and tapped your pussy carelessly. You yelped and bent your knees again. 

“Taehyung, this isn’t right,” you stressed and clenched your thighs together. You were growing wary about this ‘idea’ and you weren’t sure whether his pupils were dilated because of the dark anymore. He could be high. “Let’s try something else, please.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he scoffed and spread your thighs apart, hovering over your loins. “You’re going to love this, just calm it.” He grabbed the duct tape again and tore off a smaller piece before placing it on your mouth, making your efforts of leaning away fruitless. Your voice was muffled behind the sticky tape as you shook your head. “Don’t make me tape your legs too,” he warned as you tried pushing him away. He sat on your knees as he began unzipping his washed denim jeans, ignoring your babbling.

“Been watching a lot of porn lately,” he began casually as tears brimmed in your eyes. “I usually find it boring, but I came across a video that I couldn’t resist reenacting. Plus you were bored too,” he defended, “it’d be mean if I spared my little sister of this fun.” 

You didn’t know whether he was joking or not, but you were ready to start crying if he was actually doing what you were thinking. You sighed in relief when he reached for his pouch for a pair of scissors. It had to be a joke then–

Taehyung began cutting your shirt from the middle, and you whimpered when your tits were on full display. Your nipples hardened as a result of the exposure, and tears immediately began streaming down your face mixed with muffled sobs.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” he exclaimed, “we’re not related by blood. It should be fine.”

When you continued crying, he said, “I’ll take off my shirt too, if it helps.” He heaved his t-shirt over his head, his firm chest hard to make out in the midnight dark. “I was thinking kissing would ease you into it, but only if you’re quiet.” Your cries grew louder instead. He sighed exasperatedly, “You can be such a crybaby sometimes.”

He started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, and you whimpered at the feeling. You were ticklish and though you were completely terrified, the kisses were a bit soothing. “This is me being nice to you, because oh boy, that guy in the video was a fucking monster,” he laughed while going down the valley between your breasts. A finger flicked your nipple while his other hand rubbed over your folds. “Want me to eat you out first? You’re not wet enough.”

You shook your head in refusal, so he merely shrugged and began circling your clit instead, his fingers now pinching your nipple. His mouth latched onto your other nipple and he swirled his tongue around the areola, clashing pleasure with pain. The rain drowned out your involuntary moans but Taehyung caught them anyway; it wasn’t hard to miss when your arousal began coating his hand. He released your nipple with a pop and locked eyes with you. “You’re enjoying this? Not gonna lie, I was expecting you to cry longer but... you're a little slutty, aren't you?” He slapped your pussy experimentally and smiled when you moaned loudly. “Keep this up and I might just take off the tape.”

For a moment, he wondered if this was why people enjoyed sex so much; your moans were like music to his ears and your body was making his cock throb even more. He could really get used to this, he thought as he slapped your pussy over and over, the sound echoing in the room along with your high-pitched whines.

“Shit, I need to record this,” he mumbled before reaching for his phone on his back pocket. Your protests went to deaf ears as he began recording your pussy and spanked it, the microphone picking up all your sounds of pleasure. Once it reached the one-minute mark, he threw his phone on your pillow and took out his erect length from its restraints, giving it a few pumps as the tip oozed with pre-cum. “I never thought fucking you would be this easy. Thought about it every time I touched myself.”

You went quiet at the revelation and he smirked at your raised brows. “Why are you surprised? Whenever I’m home, you come hug me with your bare tits pressed up against me. Not that I’m complaining of course,” he chuckled hotly. “Want me to kiss you now?”

When you didn’t respond quickly enough, he ripped the tape off of your mouth without mercy and your eyes teared up at the pain with an ouch. He didn’t waste a second in enveloping his lips with yours as he cupped your pussy, smearing his pre-cum on your labia. He swallowed your moans as his mouth moved vigorously, tongue meeting yours as he explored your cavern. The smacking of your lips caused you to clench your hole, the sound arousing to your ears as you kissed him back.

“You going to stay quiet for me?” he murmured against your lips, his cock poking at your hole teasingly. You hesitated but nodded nonetheless. “Good girl,” he praised with a grin and lightly pecked you before properly positioning himself.

The reason why Taehyung was so eager to have sex with you wasn’t just because he was horny, but also because really wanted it to be your pussy that he fucked first, and maybe second, and third. He was a virgin who watched too much porn when he wasn’t outside, and now that you were 18, he thought it to be the perfect timing for you to lose your virginity to him like he’d imagined when he was 15. 

Due to his experience, he didn’t ease into your pussy and instead shoved his cock entirely. You screamed and he instantly put a hand over your mouth. “Too much?” he asked with a strained voice. His cock was just begging to be thrusted into you, but he couldn’t have you screaming and waking your parents. When you nodded with eyes shut in pain, he groaned to himself. He was twitching inside you, and after a few seconds, he began moving.

You were crying and bitching again, but he paid no mind to it as he pressed his hand onto your mouth while gently slamming his hips into you, his courtesy for now. You'd adjust sooner or later, but the stretch was excruciating; your walls stung and you started to bleed on him.

"Oh fuck," he giggled sadistically once he noticed the crimson fluid, "that didn't happen in the video." He gazed into your glossy eyes before quickening his pace, growing rougher. "You're crying again; what's new?"

Taehyung was laughing as he was moaning, but you couldn’t hear anything except for the ringing in your ears. Your heart pounded and you were struggling to breathe through your nose as he fucked you relentlessly. 

“I kind of feel bad for you,” he panted with a sinister smile. “Does it still hurt?” He took your sobs as a yes. “Poor baby,” he cooed with a pout before moving his free hand to your clit. “This might help.” You were struggling with your bound hands, but you couldn’t move your legs because of how much it hurt. Your fighting was useless, and your body was growing numb except for the thumb that made it less painful.

Taehyung removed his hand from your mouth to hear your moans clearly. Whether it was from pleasure or pain, he didn’t know, but he loved it. He wanted to be the only one to see you in this state. He’d gauge out any eyes that got to see you naked and stab any ears that got to hear your pretty sounds.

But it was a little difficult to savour it when he was reaching his climax so soon; damn inexperience and the low stamina that came with. He had enough self-control to pull out of you to finish himself off with his hand. He missed the warmth and tightness of your pussy and how it kept clenching down on him quickly, but it had to come at a cost – not cumming inside you.

“You fucking monster!” you yelled hoarsely, eyes blurred with tears and face covered in tears.

“Too loud,” he sighed and forced your mouth open to shove his length inside. “Try anything, and I’ll fucking kill you.” His cock was heavy on your tongue as you gagged on it every time he thrusted. It wasn’t long before he released in your mouth and you choked, swallowing his cum without a choice. Another loud moan erupted from him as his hips stuttered while gently slamming into you for the last time.

“Fuck,” he exhaled before collapsing on you with his palms holding up to not smother you completely. “Shit, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

When he raised his face from your shoulder, you spat on him. He laughed hysterically before wiping off your saliva from his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, damn.”

“You’re the fucking worst Taehyung,” your voice wavered as you insulted him. “I hope you rot in hell. I always saw you as my role model, but now I understand why everyone fucking hates you.”

“Sheesh,” he snorted, “I told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I? It might hurt now, but it’ll feel a lot better when we do it again.”

“If you try-” he cut you off by going down on you, taking his clit into your mouth and immediately emitting a moan out of you. “Stop, stop, stop,” you chanted in gasps, trapping his head with your thighs and contradicting your words. He chuckled against your swollen pussy, making it feel even better and yet worse. This euphoric sensation wasn’t what you needed after being traumatized by your own step-brother, but it was what your body wanted after getting a taste of his tongue. 

He was slurping up your juices and spitting on your folds before abusing your clit again. The bastard knew how to distract you from your newfound grudge, but you weren’t going to forgive him after your orgasm. Your hips moved against him on instinct as his tongue ran up and down your labia. A knot formed in your stomach, your tears long forgotten as you became more persistent in riding him in this awkward position. He heaved your thighs over his shoulder to take full control, and with his vigorous sucking and pulling, you came undone with a spasm.

“Feels good, right?” he asked rhetorically and fell limp next to you.

“I’ve never hated someone as much as you,” you seethed while recovering from your high.

“You’re going to tell me that wasn’t fun? No way,” he stared at you in disbelief.

“You hurt me,” you sniffled and covered your face.

"I'm sorry princess," the nickname felt foreign on his tongue as he held your arm. "I'll leave forever if you want me to."

He hummed when you stayed silent with a runny nose. "I'll clean you up and go, okay?"

"No," you huffed. "You become my slave for a whole month."

"You want me to stay home with you?"

You nodded while rubbing your eyes with your fists. "You can't do that and just leave, and I hate you but I miss you."

Taehyung resisted the urge to squeeze your cheek and coo. He knew you'd regret asking him to stay, but he wouldn't say no to spending time with you 24/7.

Chuckling through his nose, he said, "I miss you too." He traced the tattoo on your forearm, a minimalistic mockingbird with an arrow slicing through the middle. He picked it because it represented you; an innocent little thing who didn't even look down at her wound, only focused on flying back to Taehyung, a hawk that waited with open arms - ready for his meal.

If you wanted him to stay, then that's what Taehyung would do. You'd fallen for his trap twice, the third wouldn't be so bad. He'd make sure you enjoyed it this time.

[gwenore]

The princess of Avonlea. Part 7

Happy birthday @dekujin! I hope you will like this next part of this story which has grown way more than I ever expected, but I really enjoy writing. After this I will do a tiny follow up for this part of the story.  Btw, everyone should see the awesome cupcakes she got for her birthday! I am so jealous!

“Urgh… nothing…” Neal was ready to slam his head into his laptop.

“What?” Emma, his girlfriend, glanced over towards him, looking at what he was up to. “The old rundown amusement park? Doesn’t your dad work there?”

“Uh… yeah… he has just discovered something… strange might have caused it to be shut down…” Neal was not certain if he should tell even his closest friend about the fact that his father had brought home a sentient animatronic.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her it was just… well… blabbering about sentient animatronics were an easy way to make people believe you are not quite there.

“Have you heard about what happened?” he asked, Emma having lived longer in this town than he had. Emma shook her head.

“No… it has been closed for as long as I can remember… but…” she paused.

“What?” Neal asked.

“Well… I did sneak in once as a child…” she then muttered.

“I am honestly surprised that you have only snuck in once,” Neal shrugged. “You like to sneak into all sorts of places.”

“Yeah… but… well… there is something wrong about that place,” Emma looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Did… did something happened?” Neal asked, moving a bit closer to her. Emma was quick to shake her head.

“No. I don’t actually remember much. I was like… five. Ran away from another home. Hey that is hardly new. I used to believe that my parents were prince Charming and Snow White. I was… a rather strange child. The orphan who had found parents who didn’t reject her… too bad they were not real,” she sighed. Neal swallowed. He knew Emma lived in a youth home, having run away from all the foster homes she had in the past.

“But…”

“What?” Neal asked.

“You are going to think I am insane,” she then said.

“Look… I am not going to think  that,” he assured her. What could be more insane than a living sentient animatronic who he had eaten breakfast with?

“It is just… I could swear that if no one was around they… the animatronics I mean, would act different,” she then said.

“Different how?” Neal moved even closer. Could it be… that Belle was not the only one?

“Like… real? They would speak to me, like… not voice lines… but actually respond and praise me, ask questions and such… look I must have just imagined that part, but… the memories feel pretty real,” Emma then admitted. “I… I think that was why I thought they were my parents and I wanted to go live with them. But… something happened.”

Neal was practically at the edge of his chair. “What?”

“There was this monster… this monster with yellow glowing eyes. He tried to take me, but they protected me. I was found by them in the morning. I was scratched pretty badly on the arm,” she rolled up the sleeve showing a couple of old scars going across her forearm. “See. I have no idea where they came from had it not been from that monster. I cannot remember being hurt except for when that monster grabbed me.”

She took her sleeve down, Neal staring astonished. His father had said Belle could not remain at the amusement park which was why she was staying with them now.

“And you haven’t gone back since?” he had to ask.

“No… haven’t had a reason… and I haven’t dared to be honest. Hey, are you looking into this because your father has seen something?” she asked.

“Yeah… there is something strange going on there,” Neal had to admit that. Emma breathed out slightly leaning her chin on her hand as she thought.

“Hey, have you checked the library? They must have records of whatever happened right? Old newspapers and stuff like that?” she asked after a while. Neal light up at once.

“No. I haven’t. But I will, the moment school is out,” he nodded.

“I’ll come, you have me curious,” Emma nudged him. “Still class is starting. Miss Mills is such a pain.”

She rolled her eyes, Neal sighing too before they wandered to class.

  Rum Gold stirred softly, and seeing someone close caused him to startle, his forehead slamming into a metal skull, causing him to groan.

Belle’s glowing eyes widened with worry as Rum was clutching his head slightly.

“Rumple! You alright?” she asked, resting her arms on him, trying to figure out why he was acting so odd.

“I am fine… just… not used to waking up next to someone so close,” he rubbed his forehead, finding that he was actually pinned to the bed by the animatronic’s arms laying across his chest.

“I am sorry I was just… I wanted to be close,” Belle could not say why she wanted to be closer to the human, they were in the small room together and it was certainly not a big room. Rum gave her a gentle smile before nodding his head.

“It is fine,” he assured her. “I will get used to it.”

A smile came upon her faux lips.

“So… what are we going to do today?” she then asked as she watched him sit himself up when she allowed him to get up. Rum still had to rub his head, aching still. The human skull really did not have anything against metal it would seem.

“Well… I haven’t planned anything,” he shrugged her shoulders. “However…”

He hesitated slightly.

“I have to go back to Avonlea in the evening… being a security man… that is my job,” he then said. It was a job he would gladly quit… but living paycheck to paycheck… he had no other choice, but to go back. At least until he could find something else.

Not that there were anything other work in this little town.

The animatronic sat herself up, her blue glowing eyes meeting his.

“I’ll come with,” she said firmly. Rum visibly hesitated.

“Belle…” he began.

“I have to. I can keep you safe, trust me!” she grabbed his hand.

“But what if he hurt you?!” he then blurted out his fear. Belle shook her head firmly.

“He won’t. He won’t hurt me,” she said.

“How can you know that?” he said.

“Because I am like him… I...” her eyes looked down. “I do not want to stay there anymore. I do not want to be under his spell anymore. His curse… but more than anything I do not want him to hurt you.”

Rum lowered his head, her strong metal arms holding him in place.

“I… I do not want you to be hurt either,” he admitted his fear, looking into her glowing blue eyes.

“We… we can just stay in the office… I also have a taser. I do not know what that would do to him… but it is something…” he then said. “Also… we are close to the truck so we can get away if he appears,” Rum then said, though his face was filled with worry.

He didn’t want to go back. Belle was the only good thing about that place and now that she was here…

But he had no other choice.

“Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea!” She light up, the glow of her eyes growing stronger. “We could bring some books to pass the time!”

Rum had to give a soft laugh as he nodded. “Yes… we can certainly do that.”

  The hours before work started had gone far too fast in Rum’s opinion. Once Neal came back from school, no doubt having had some fun with his friends too as he was a bit late, they had all had dinner together.

Neal had gone to the library like he had planned earlier in the day, but they had to order the papers they needed from the archive on the other side of the town, but they should arrive tomorrow. They had asked the librarian if she had known what had done on there, but she had only moved to Storybrooke from Australia a couple of years ago.

Still… what happened must be in the archives right? The newspapers certainly must have written about what was going on.

For now he had decided to keep his investigation secret from his father and Belle. Best not to let them know until he was certain that he had something.

“Are you certain it is wise to go back dad? Didn’t you bring Belle here for a reason?” he asked. His dad and Belle hadn’t really said why she couldn’t stay at Avonlea anymore… not that he minded… the animatronic was really nice.

“I have no other choice, laddie,” Rum sighed.

“But don’t worry we will be careful. We will be in the guard office and read,” the animatronic mentioned to the stack of books that she had eagerly picked out for tonight.

“Well… that is good, just… be careful alright?” Neal clearly had a worry in his voice.

“We will,” his father informed him. “Reading is all the excitement we will have tonight.”

Neal really didn’t know how that was possible when you would be spending time with an actual living animatronic.

“Alright… but be safe… and if some animatronic… you know… other than Belle, promise you get out of there!” he then insisted.

Rum nodded.

“Yes, we will,” he said, swallowing nervously. It was nothing which could have him stay if that… thing, showed itself. Rum knew he was a coward, but in this instance, he was certain that no one would blame him.

“Alright then…” Neal swallowed as he nodded his head. “You two have a safe night, I will see you in the morning.”

“Tomorrow lad,” Rum nodded as he ushered the animatronic out to his truck. Luckily it was already getting dark, not that there were many who walked past the small house even during the middle of the day.

Most of the time… the street was practically abandoned.

Still with making sure that no one could see her they piled into the car and drove off towards Avonlea.

  Pulling into the parking, quite the large lot with the asphalt cracking and weeds growing up between them. Rum drove slowly, not wanting to hit a pothole, or the like… especially with the added weight of the animatronic seated next to him.

Finally they pulled close to the entrance where a car was already parked. Rum let out a sound of surprise.

“Huh…”

“What is it?” Belle asked curious.

“That is Archie’s car,” he muttered in reply.

“Who is Archie?” she cocked her head towards.

“He works the shift before mine… he usually has gone before me… perhaps he is running late?” Rum didn’t believe this himself. Archie may be a bit of an airhead at times, but he was very eager to get away from the amusement park.

Rum didn’t know Archie well… but he did know that he was scared of the park, but like Rum needed the money. Finding work in a small town isn’t easy after all…

Belle’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“So… is he still here…?” she asked. Rum froze. Archie seemed like a nice guy as far as he knew, but he didn’t knew how he would react to a sentient animatronic. He was rather… skittish.

“I suppose he is…” he glanced around. From where they were parked they could look into the office and there were no one there, but the light was on.

“But he should be in the office… unless something has happened,” Rum swallowed the dread building in his throat.

Belle was completely silent, the soft sound of the mechanical parts inside her.

“Um… you don’t think…” her mechanical voice came without her moving her lips as she stared at her.

Rum froze, gripping his hands on the wheel, his nails digging into the fake leather.

“I do know…” he whispered slowly.

“We have to help him!” Belle was already moving out of the truck, Rum feeling it move.

“Belle wait!” he rushed out the car before he followed her closely, grabbing her arm, glancing over at her. She stopped looking over at him, and Rum didn’t really know what he should say.

“We have to be careful!” he then burst out.

“I know! And we will, but… I… I believe… I believe that he was the reason… for all of this… and we cannot let him do the same thing again!” Belle insisted.

“Belle, you have to be careful! If he is in there…” fear was twisting his stomach making him practically tremble. He hated how scared that he felt. How many times had he been called a coward in the past?

Far to many… but here he didn’t care.

For the longest time Neal had been the only good thing in his life… and he still was the most important to him, but she… she had become so immensely important to him during the time he had known her.

More important than he could imagine.

So loosing her?

What worse dread could there be in this world?

“But your friend!” she insisted, continuing to walk on, pulling him along, hardly noticing the weight of the man she was dragging after her.

“What if he sees you! We do not know if he is going to keep you a secret… and if you are exposed…” Rum tried to get her to stop, but he was not strong enough. Belle turned towards him, blinking her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter if he is in danger! Look… you know him don’t you? Isn’t he a good man?” she then asked.

“I don’t really know him…” Rum hesitated.

“But do you believe that he is a good man?” she repeated. Rum hesitated for a moment.

“Uh… I mean yes… but…” he stuttered nervously.

“Then he will understand, come on!” her metallic hand wrapped around his hand and pulled him into the park. Rum still had a bad feeling in the bit of his stomach… but… if Archie was in danger… then again… what could they do?

He unlocked the door to the office, still feeling his hand tremble slightly. He prayed in his mind that Archie’s things wouldn’t be there… that perhaps his car had broken down and he had gotten another ride home.

But as he opened the door he saw the other guard’s coat, his thermos and his book… but no sign of the guard himself.

Rum took his taser out, feeling himself tremble so much that he struggled to keep his hand steady.

“Alright… let us just… look around…” he swallowed the animatronic nodding her head.

They started to walk into the depths of the park.

  Like always Avonlea was silent as the two walked along the paths, Rum holding the taser tight as he moved his flashlight around.

But there were no sign of the other guard.

“Where could he have gone?” he whispered.

Most of the attractions in the park was boarded up, so it was impossible to get inside them and they seemed so far to be undisturbed. The old theater which was where he had seen the monster animatronic was also silent. No sign of him.

Belle shrugged her metallic shoulders.

“I don’t know,” she whispered back. She kept close to the guard, trying to silence her steps as much as possible on the paved road.

“Archie hates this place,” Rum muttered, shaking his head. “He would never leave the path and would do his rounds as quickly as possible… or so he told me… I have no reason to believe that he was lying about that…”

“If only there was a way that we could contact him…” Belle tried her best to look in the windows of the abandoned attractions. She jolted a bit surprised when the security guard beside her slammed his and against his face and groaned.

“The phone!” he fished up his old flip phone. “Why didn’t I think to call him!”

At times he was marveled by his own stupidity.

“Oh that is a good idea!” the animatronic said as cheery as ever. Rum simply rolled his eyes. It would have been when they had first noticed the abandoned car… still… better late than never he supposed.

He pressed Archie’s number and called.

There were no one picking up. However they could hear a faint chime not far off.

“I hear something!” Belle tugged at Rum. “It is over there, by the Haunted house!”

Rum had never explained the buildings in the park and he was surprised that she knew the term… but she was correct.

The sound was coming from the haunted house… and he didn’t like it one bit. Still there weren’t really much that he could do, as he found himself pulled along by Belle.

The haunted house of Avonlea was a massive mansion of a building, clearly inspired by Old Hollywood horror movies. It had been boarded up for as long as Rum had worked there… and probably far longer than that.

However this night was different… this night the door was opened the sound of a ring tone coming from inside along with a very terrified whimper.

Something else were also moving inside… something large… heavy… metallic.

Rum was absolutely frozen in terror.

“That must be Archie!” Belle exclaimed and without concern rushed inside.

“BELLE!” the cry coming from the security guard betrayed the terror which came from the man as he ran after her into the haunted house.

There just beyond the hall laid Archie clutching his bleeding arm, looking frozen with fear into the distance, the phone was continuing to ring, but this went totally ignored by the terrified man. he didn’t even seem to notice them coming in.

Not daring at all to look away from whatever was terrifying him in the dark.

“Mr. Hopper! Archie!” Rum was the one to rush over to him, Belle standing a bit back, not wanting to scare the man more than he already was. When the security guard put his hand on him, Archie was able to pull his eyes away from whatever terrified him.

“Gold! We have to get out! It is here! There is more! The animatronics! They are STILL HERE! THEY ARE ALIVE!”

Rum swallowed.

“Calm down… we will get you out alright… alright?” he attempted to calm the guard down, so they could get to safety. However… explaining Belle would be hard… but he could not think about that right now.

Archie then let out a terrified sound as he clung to Rum.

That was when he heard it.

Very heavy steps moving closer to their position, and then he saw it. Yellow glowing eyes from the darkness… but this thing was much larger than the Rumplestiltskin animatronic. Closing in further he saw it looked like a big bipedal animatronic wolf. A werewolf.

He was frozen in fear when he saw Belle walk over, but she actually seemed excited to see this monster, waving her hand towards it.

“Hello Ruby!” she smiled happily. The large werewolf lifted its clawed hand and waved back excitedly.

“Hi Belle!”

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☯ + Rumple meeting Peter again on Neverland when they are trying to rescue Henry (if you're still accepting)

Stopping his father wasn’t going to be easy or fun, but itwas something he’d stop at nothing to do. He had to save Henry, he’d known thatever since the boy was taken. Henry might be his undoing, but that was fine.When he’d thought his son was dead, he’d known it didn’t matter if he wasundone. He’d lived long enough, and he’d rather his grandson have a good lifethan destroy his son’s child.

With Bae… no Neal now… alive, things didn’t change. Sure hecould live, try to have a good life with his son. But obviously that wouldn’thappen. He’d never have forgiven Pan if he’d killed Neal. So he knew he Nealwould never forgive him if he let harm come to Henry. Besides, Rumple figuredNeal would never forgive him, even if they were working together now, so itdidn’t matter. He may never be able to get his happy ending, but he couldensure his son did by saving Henry.

Which was why he was here. He’d snuck up on the camp, and asimple wave of his hand had all the lost boys, including Henry, falling asleepas the torches went out. The only one who didn’t fall asleep was Pan, ofcourse. He had magic to counteract Rumple’s. Not that it mattered, he and Nealhad a plan to deal with that.

“We have a guest,” Pan said as he stood, and Rumple watchedfrom the shadows. He hadn’t seen his papa in centuries, but he didn’t lookdifferent at all. He was still the same arrogant teenager who only cared abouthimself. It was hard, even now, to fight the man, but when Henry’s and Neal’shappiness was at stake, he could manage it.

“No doubt someone who knows how much I like guessing games,”Pan continued, turning to face Rumple. “Who could it be? I guess….” He raisedhis hand to make the torches light again, and so Rumple’s face was visible tohis father. The man had always been a showman, and now was no exception. Rumpleglared, unamused at his father’s words. Of course he’d treat this like a gamewhen it was so much more important than that. He’d always treated everythinglike a game, even when he was conning people out of their money.

“The Dark One,” Pan stated, glaring back at him. So muchunspoken tension filled the air between them. It had been so long since they’dseen each other, and part of Rumple wished that his father would have changed abit. But no, the animosity that had grown out of Rumple’s abandonment seemed tobe the only thing between them now. That was probably for the best. It wouldmake beating him easier.

“Come to save Henry, have you laddie?” his fatherquestioned. Rumple knew he used that word on purpose, and he tried to ignoreit. He didn’t have to endure this for long. Soon he and Neal would have Henry andbe far away from here. He was, after all, just the distraction.

“How exciting,” Pan said. “The Dark One, ready to sacrificehis life for his family.” Rumple just continued glaring, annoyed at his father.It felt like this was just some set up to a punchline that would end up beingsomething hurtful to him. He hated it that his father was teasing him, testinghim, trying to get a reaction. So he continued just glaring, waiting for Nealto do his part in the plan.

“Speaking of family,” Pan said, tilting his head. Ah, so heknew. Of course he did. A flick of the teen’s wrist had another torch light,one behind Rumple. “You can come out now, Baelfire.”

Neal did come out, his crossbow pointed straight at Pan. Andwhat a messed up family this was, with grandson ready to shoot his grandfather.Not that it was Neal’s fault. It was Pan’s. And Rumple’s. But not Neal’s orHenry’s.

“Name’s Neal now,” his son corrected Pan.

“New name but the same old tricks,” Pan replied, alwayshaving some snarky word ready. “It’s heartwarming to see father and son workingtogether,” he added, a jab that Rumple didn’t miss. He might be working withNeal, but he and Pan weren’t working together. They hadn’t since Rumple hadbeen a child. It made him glare all the more, annoyed at Pan for hinting attheir shared past.

“Especially after you abandoned him Rumple,” Pan added. Ofcourse he’d had to go there. Of course he had to point out just how much Rumplehad become like his father. It stung, more than Rumple let on, but he wasconvinced that his father could see a hint of pain in his eyes.

“This is a real family reunion,” Pan said. Four generations,all in one place. Even if he and his father were the only one’s who knew that.

Rumple was sick and tired of his father droning on though,of taunting him and throwing the painful past and all of his mistakes back intohis face. So he addressed his son, while still watching his father. “What areyou waiting for?”

“I got this,” Neal assured him, finally loosing the arrowfrom his bow. It went straight for Pan’s heart, but of course the teen caughtit. Luckily, they’d planned for that.

“Clever,” Pan said with a chuckle. “But we’ve been throughthis before Baelfire. Have you remembered nothing?” That made him angrier thanhe had been before. It reminded him that Pan had kept his son on this godforsaken place for centuries. Not only that, but the man was refusing to callNeal by his chosen name. He was doing it on purpose, out of spit, and itenraged Rumple. But he stayed silent, just waiting for the squid ink to do itswork.

“I remembered plenty,” Neal assured Pan as Rumple continuedto watch his father closely, making sure there wouldn’t be any tricks. That was,after all, what his father was good at. “It’s why I didn’t coat the tip.”

Rumple had the satisfaction of watching his father’s faceturn to an expression of shock as he threw away the arrow and the ink finallystarted to take effect.

“Grab Henry,” Rumple told his son then, eager to get out ofhere and away from the man who brought up all of his insecure feelings.

“Well how about that?” Pan said, because of course he stillhad to run his bloody mouth, even when he’d been tricked. “I’m impressed,” Pansaid, and while Rumple was impressed with his son too, and proud of him, hehated his father saying it. It felt so… condescending.

“Are you sure you’re saving him Bae?” Pan asked then, makingRumple and Neal turn around instantly to regard him. Rumple stared with a mixof fear and anger, but Neal didn’t seem phased.

“What could be worse than leaving him here with you?” heasked.

“Why don’t you ask your father,” Pan said. Rumple felt sohurt, so betrayed even though he’d known his father wasn’t on his side, woulddo things like this. But still, to Neal? It hurt so much, it showed how littlethe man really cared, But he tried to turn his hurt into anger. Hurt wouldn’thelp him, but anger could, even if it never completely erased the hurt.

Neal glanced at him for a moment, only to turn back to Panas he continued talking. “Sometimes the people we should fear the most are theones closest to us,” the teen told Neal. He was glaring more at Rumple though,clearly doing this to set up more animosity between Rumple and his son.

“What’s he talking about?” Neal asked, and Rumple was quickto respond.

“Don’t listen to him,” he urged, eyes flicking toward Baefor only a moment before they went back to his father.

“You mean you haven’t told him?” Pan asked with a smirk. Asif he’d needed to pull more at this. Rumple glared back, helpless to do muchelse. He wished his father would just shut up, now more than ever. It was badenough that he picked at Rumple, but actively trying to get his son to turnagainst him? When he was so devoted to doing whatever Neal needed him to? Ithurt more than anything.

“Tell me what?” Neal asked, falling into Pan’s trap.

“Why, about the prophecy of course,” Pan helpfully informed,to Rumple’s dread.

“What prophecy? What’s he mean?” Neal asked, turning to himas though fed up with trying to get Pan to give him a straight answer. Rumple refusedto tell his son about the prophecy though, and especially not in front of hisfather. It didn’t matter. Neal didn’t need to know it. Rumple had alreadydecided that he was going to let Henry be his undoing. Neal knowing that wouldn’tchange anything, except that he might think Rumple would choose himself overhis family. Again. And that doubt was something they couldn’t have, not withPan here ready to pounce on it.

He was going to say something about them needing to get outof here, but Pan naturally interrupted. “The prophecy that says you’ve beentricked.” Rumple watched him, helpless half angrily daring his father tocontinue, and half pleading him not to with his eyes. Neal turned his attentionback to Pan then, as the teen willingly divulged more information.

“Your father isn’t here to rescue your son,” Pan insisted. “He’shere to murder him.” It wasn’t true, but it was something he’d consideredbriefly before tossing it aside. And it was something Neal might believe. Hefelt like his world was crumbling around him. Why did his sacrificing himselffor his family need to be made harder? Why did Pan always make things harder?

In the end, though, it wasn’t what his father was doing tohim that hurt the most. It was what he was doing to Neal and to Henry. Whichwas why he was about to get them both out of there before Pan could say toomuch more. It was Neal and Henry who mattered. They were his true family, notPan. And no matter how much his father tried to sabotage everything, he refusedto stand by and let his father ruin this.