#perhaps peter pan from ouat

[hyperactivewhore]

I can't believe I just made a descendants dr because I saw a edit in tiktok and because I want my favorite Disney couple (Ariel and Eric) to be my parents.

Also, I always wanted to be a mermaid too.

[lcsthings]

VERSES:

V. DISNEY FILMS/ANIMATION. ORIGINAL BOOK.

TAG: [ PETER PAN / VERSE: straight on till morning. ] FACE-CLAIM: TBD. SUMMARY:

NOTE: This verse will be based mainly off the original book. This verse will coincide with other disney/animated films. This means, for the sake of the roleplay, Peter exists in each realm/world the film takes place in, as Neverland is an unreachable place save for Peter.

Peter is the guardian of Neverland. With each breath he takes, the lands grow fuller, the trees greener, with spring eternal unless he says otherwise. He'll protect the occasional lost boy or girl ( though rarely girls, for they are far too clever to become lost ) if they find themselves abandoned or having run from home. With his everlasting youth and mischief, Peter visits different worlds out of pure curiosity — or perhaps to find more lost boys and girls to take back to Neverland.

This verse could take place before, during, or after the movie/book canon. There is also the option of having Peter grow up, which I would love to explore.

V. CHILD THIEF / ARUTHURIAN LEGENDS.

TAG: [ PETER PAN / VERSE: & all the devils grinned. ] FACE-CLAIM: TBD. SUMMARY:

NOTE: Don't necessarily have to have read the book to ask for this verse.

Peter knows what it's like to feel lost and alone. For thousands of years, that's all he's ever felt: unwelcomed in the court of Avalon for his wild nature, for being half-fae and half-human, and unable to live fully in the human world for his strangeness. Dedicating himself blindly to the Lady of The Lake, Modron, he gathers the abused, abandoned, and lonely souls of boys and girls who won't be missed. He brings them to the Deviltree, where he turns them into Devils, warriors of youth to protect Avalon and the Lady.

But with the ravages of time, Avalon is beginning to show its decay. Each hundred years or so, the human world makes itself known to Avalon, slowly bringing about the end of this beautiful, magical realm. Peter cannot allow that. As the half son of the Horned God, he cannot be accepted in either the Fae court or in human society. This is his only home. He must protect and save what he can, even at the expense of other young lives counting on him.

V. RISE OF THE GUARDIANS.

TAG: [ PETER PAN / verse: guardian of the lost. ] SUMMARY:

When a child dies, their soul is guided to a better place where the children can live forever in peace and fun. Peter Pan knows this, and guides each child to Neverland where he keeps them safe until they are ready to move on to the next life.

NOTE: This is much like the book/movie, but just a different take. Everything would be the same, except that Wendy Darling still would be alive, yet Peter took her and her brother against the rules to Neverland. They couldn't stay, otherwise, they'd die eventually in the real world.

V. ONCE UPON A TIME.

TAG: [ PETER PAN / verse: what once belonged to me. ] FACE-CLAIM: ROBBIE KAY. SUMMARY:

NOTE: I hated OUAT's version of Peter Pan, so here's my solution.

Before Malcom, father of Rumpelstiltskin, became known as Pan, there was another boy that was the Guardian of Neverland. He was the island's lifeblood, and the lost boys were free to be just that: boys. He was wild and free, a boy at heart. But like all human creatures, he struggled with the darkness in his heart as each century passed, with each lost boy taken away by adulthood. He became darkness, as Peter Pan himself was purely magic, and soon Neverland was lost to him and the lost boys. He found salvation in Malcom who yearned for youth, and he offered his eternal life to the other in the promise that he took care of Neverland. But Peter did not know how corrupt Malcom's heart truly was, and when Malcom became Pan, Peter knew his mistake. When Pan was defeated, Peter once again took form of his true self, a free and mischievous boy who once again became the guardian of the abandoned boys and girls who found their way to Neverland.

Occasionally, Peter will go to Storybrooke or the enchanted forest to make amends with those Malcom/Pan wronged, but Peter is still a boy at heart and causes more trouble than it's worth.

V. GREEK MYTHOLOGY.

TAG: [ PETER PAN / verse: I am flesh & blood. ] WORLD: Greek myth/Vampire Myth. SUMMARY:

the greek version of a vampire is called the vrykolakas, though peter spent many a year unaware of this fact. born and raised in a norse village of old, peter lived a hard life as both the son of a great warrior and a farm hand. his family, although hearty, could barely survive the winters with little to hunt, considering the bandits that lived at the edge of the woods always eager to fight. one day, these bandits took peter from his home as leverage over his father, hiding him away on unconsecrated ground. he was starved and beaten, but he remained strong as his father would until he no longer could. but peter did not know that unconsecrated ground was a birthing place of the dead, nor did he know that when the bandits forced him to eat the raw, tainted meat of a sheep ravaged by a pack of wolves would make him so sick. his death came in the form of a devastating sickness, so powerful it took any and all form of memory he had.

now, the norwegian people have a name for the vampire in their country: the draugr. but with the vrykolakas, one becomes such a thing when they are buried or killed on unconsecrated ground, or ate the dead meat that was last touch by a wolf/werewolf. when peter woke, he did not know his name nor who he was, but followed the first thing he smelled: blood. the bandits were found at his old home he no longer remembered, but in the process of destroying them, he also killed his family. he was no longer human. he spent a long time without a name until he took on 'peter' and nothing else. he is a mischievous creature, knocking on doors and provoking his prey, sitting on the chests of sleeping victims until they gasp for breath in their sleep. he is but a phantom, and yet still a child in both body and mind, appearing no older than nineteen. greece has become his home, and also his playground. from time to time, he'll steal boys and girls from their home, make them his 'friends' for a time. this has attracted the attention of the gods, and being an abomination of human life, they are at a loss on how to handle the situation, mainly out of curiosity and disgust.

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

So I finished Due South and the epilogue at the end of the series finale was just crackpotty. Seriously, I think either they smoked crack before they wrote it or perhaps Queller secretly ghostwrote it, I have no idea because it was just so bloody weird! Does anyone else remember how weird it was?? Anyway, on season 3 of OUAT (the Hook/Peter Pan season) and it's okay. It was trippy to see some of the guest stars, Joanna Garcia (Cheyenne from Reba) and Rose McIver from Ghosts playing Tinkerbell. The kid actor playing Peter Pan is great! Probably the favorite part of this season for me. Wish I could go to Never Never Land and escape the crazy that is America and the impending doom of possibly another 4 years of Cheeto.

Nope, sorry, haven't seen.

I think I liked s3. Dunno, need to re-watch.... some... day.... ugh... But yeah, Peter Pan was good played.

Fingers crossed for Harris. For everyone's sake...

[martianbugsbunny]

OUAT Thoughts Pt.12--Episodes 4-5

I watched through S2E6; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

I had the chance to watch two episodes this afternoon, so I’ve got an extra post for today.

—Of course Belle’s dream included Rumplestiltskin helping her put a necklace on. Any girlie knows men who help with jewelry are top-tier.

—Belle’s father sucks. Kidnapping his own daughter are trying to erase her memories was awful.

—Rump asking for love advice from Charming was hilarious.

—Lmao I’ve been gushing about Rump’s crocodiley vests forever and it turns out he’s *the crocodile*.

—Tbh, it’s a pretty good setup for Captain Hook. 

—Maybe Peter Pan and Tinkerbelle will actually be semi-decent people in this…or maybe I’ll still want Hook to run them through. Perhaps Peter will be less of a creepy, kidnapping brat. Perhaps Tink will be less jealous, petty, and self-absorbed.

—Smee still has the awful red hat. Good for him.

—Do I really believe that Rump eats hamburgers? He looks more like a stew kinda guy.

—I hate Mila for abandoning her kid. I didn’t feel sad when she died.

—I would not complain if Rump had a black unicorn to ride ominously around the forest.

—What is it with every villain in this universe and pulling out people’s metaphysical hearts? That should belong to either Regina or the Queen of Hearts, but the QoH has beheading, so maybe she doesn’t need it.

—Hook having short hair is so disappointing. He should have a full, glorious mane of curls or something.

—I adore that Frankenstein’s world is in black-and-white.

—You know, with Frankenstein, and the Arthurian legends, *and* the Disney stuff, this isn’t just mixing metaphors, this is putting them in a blender and pressing the HIGH SPEED button.

—The loss-and-acceptance part of Regina’s story is well done. I mean, I still hate her, but I can admit that she’s very well written.

—*sing-songs* I 💝 Dr. Hopper!

—That one kinda snuck up on me. But a good-hearted, considerate, intelligent guy who wears tortoiseshell glasses and sweater vests? Come on!

—Jefferson running errands for Rump is not quite what I would’ve expected, but it low-key makes sense. I wonder why, though. Like, what is he trying to buy with the gold Rump gives him, in exchange for fetching items? There probably isn’t anything he wants more than gold (because Rump would be trying to extort him), so he’s gotta be a little bit head empty, no deep thoughts right now.

—Charming teaching Henry the knight stuff like sword fighting and horse riding is precious. Emma and Snow are going to be so proud…if they ever get home.

—OOooooOOO, the beanstalk. I can’t wait to see what the OUAT giant is like.

—They can’t really leave Aurora on the ground, because the village got destroyed, but she’s not going to be much good climbing that thing. She can barely walk through a forest.

—In the end, I want Rump and Belle to end up together. But first, he has to do some work. I’ll be the first to admit I wouldn’t be good for a guy like him; I understand why he craves magic, and I probably wouldn’t say a word about it, unless it was to ask him to train me. Belle, on the other hand, doesn’t quite get it, which I think is good for Rump. He needs to see what he looks like from the outside, in order to wake up and *maybe* work on depending on magic less. I also think with another man, Belle would be very bored. She doesn’t seem to want “anything but this” the way OG!Belle did, which is actually fine by me, because OG!Belle was frankly rather aimless until she met the Beast…but she doesn’t want her life to be boring. And even if he does stop using magic (at least for evil purposes) he’s never going to be a boring person.

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PAIRING: Peter Pan x Reader

FANDOM: Once Upon A Time

PLOT: The reader has been on Neverland for a while but one day, they escaped with Baelfire back to the real world. Thinking Pan was just a bluff for saying “no one leaves my island without my permission” despite the two of you successfully escaping, neither of you knew (or would ever know) that he knew you were leaving. From the moment you both planned it, he knew and let you. Perhaps he was a fool, having already lost one lover and now just letting his next leave as well, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to watch you be in misery if he had kept you on the island and so he let you go.

Even though you were now gone, he still made an effort to watch over you. Even in a land without magic, he managed to keep hidden in the crowds of people as you were there with someone new. Watching as you grew up with someone who actually wanted to grow up, leave their childhood in the past and grow with you. It hurt him but he knew there was nothing he could’ve done to keep you. He was too obsessed with power and eternal youth to leave it all for you. He could’ve, but why would he leave it all behind just to die?

Overall, yearning angst and a lot to memories resurfacing through out.

and since i know not many of my followers (and you) don’t read for OUAT, i will do a second with a fairly more read for fandom/character.

PAIRING: Theseus Scamander x Reader

FANDOM: Fantastic Beasts

PLOT: Theseus and the reader were high school sweethearts and a fairly popular couple in Hogwarts, both before and during their relationship. After graduating however, the difference in career choices led you both to different sides of the world often and so you both made the decision to break up. It was a mutual agreement and you both agreed that you’d get back together maybe one day but all comes crashing down when the news of the engagement of Theseus Scamander and Leta Lestrange makes it to you. To say you’re heart broken would be an understatement.

Next comes a wedding invitation and a note at the bottom saying that Leta, his fiancé, wants to meet you personally. A part of you wanted to decline, to call him and yell at him but he was finally happy because if the break up meant anything to him, and you deeply hoped it did, than he would’ve been devastated. Maybe she was there for him after the break up and the rest was history. Or maybe she caught his eye after the whole thing was calmer. Whatever it was, you were probably going to be finding out anyways as you held your luggage in one hand and a handful of Floo Powder in another with the destination of England in your mind.

Overall, similar to the above, just very angsty but kind of right person wrong timing trope? But the timing is just, not in that lifetime.

[randominagines]

You are Peter's second in command and he has feelings for you but can't accept them. As soon as he realises that those feelings are too strong by seeing you in danger he tries to push you away.

Pairing: ouat Peter Pan X fem!reader

Warning: smut, blood, violence, you get injured

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators

Moonlight

"Lost Boys, I want you all back to the camp before the sunset, pirates are on the island and Pan doesn't want to risk battles now that we are still training the latest recruits, understood?"nFelix's voice reached every corner of the camp, the Lost Boys listened to him in total silence. They all nodded as soon as he stopped talking.

"Peter told me to divide you all into two teams: the first one will collect wood with me and the other will handle food by following Felix" Y/n said while pointing at them, the Lost Boys naturally started to split into two groups. Y\n was second in command with Felix and his best friend. Since she arrived on the island a couple of years before, Pan immediately realised how clever and skilled she was; when she became Felix's best and only real friend he started to relay on her and sharing his duties with her, so Pan ended up considering her a second in command as well.

"I don't understand why she is the only one here allow to call him Peter" A new recruit from the crowd whispered to his friend, they had been on the island only a couple of weeks.

"Because I don't mind it" Peter Pan whispered in his ear, he turned slowly: he was almost shaking in fear. His leader was staring at him, his deep green eyes intimidating as always and his usual grin printed on his face. The little boy tried to explain "Pan, I am... I am sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"Next time, mind your business" He said and the two little boys nodded. They turned and practically ran away as fast as they could.

"Came on, you traumatized them" Y\n said and crossed her arms laughing, peter chuckled and shrugged.

"Perhaps he is all right, you should start calling me Pan" He joked and walked toward his tree house, she followed him while putting a couple of arrows in her quiver; she was an expert in archery since she learnt it in the Enchanted Forest with the Merry Men, Robin Hood himself had been her mentor, but her favourite weapon was the sword. Peter and Felix were teaching her how to master it as well.

"I thought you liked the way I say your name" She teased him while taking her bow, he laughed picking up a pinecone from the ground and throwing it in the air: she instinctively took an arrow and shoot it. The arrow embedded itself precisely in the centre of the pinecone pushing it toward the trunk of a tree; Peter looked at it and grinned. He found her incredible but caring about someone was always a weakness, a weakness he couldn't afford. Besides, he didn't know if she felt the same.

"Maybe I do like it" He said walking toward her, now they were standing face to face. She was still holding the bow in her hand, her y/h/c now drawing figures on her shoulders and her y/e/c fixed into his green eyes. She gave him a hint of a smile and took a step closer. She had feelings for him, a lot of feelings; since y/n arrived on the island she felt a connection with him, but she decided not to dare because she didn't know what kind of reaction to expect from Peter Pan. As soon as she got closer to Felix she started spending a lot of time with Peter as well, but he was always so elusive, so she ended up thinking he was not interested.

"Then I shouldn't stop calling you Peter" She said and lowered her voice while pronouncing his name, as if it was some kind of secret between them. He grinned and thought about kissing her for a second: her lips were tempting him since he first saw her. She never looked lost, despite every other recruit, she always had a fierce look in her eyes and she always proved her worth by making herself indispensable on the island, especially because no one believed that was the right place for a girl. She could use the bow as no one else between the Lost Boys, there was not a single arrow which missed the target. He felt some kind of attraction toward her.

"Y/n? Your group is leaving without you" Felix's voice suddenly made them both flinch. Peter immediately felt a rush of frustration while taking a step back. She puffed walking past him and going toward the tree in order to take back her arrow.

"I'm coming, Fel" She shouted while putting the arrow back in her quiver. Peter looked at her while starting to fly away.

"You coming?" She asked with a smile on her face. He looked at Felix, he was waiting for her, then he shook his head and stared back at her. Why couldn't he control himself around her?

"No, go now, y/n" He commanded, his voice suddenly brusque and irritated. She nodded while he flew toward his tree house. She bit her lower lips, she never really understood him.

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"He won't be pleased" Patrick whispered to Devin (they were two of the veterans) and looked at the boy, the cut on his shoulder was bleeding bad.

"I know, they sat an ambush" He said while looking at the bleeding boy while carrying another one seriously injured, his little arm on his shoulder and his leg broken. Y/n's group fell in trap organised by the pirates.

"Where the hell is she?" Felix asked as soon as the survived reached the camp, the twilight had passed since a while. Devin and Patrick looked at each other.

"They took her, together with some of the others of our group" Patrick whispered while helping a little boy who was carrying another one, his arm covered in blood.

"AND YOU IDIOTS LET THEM?!" Felix screamed while running his fingers through his hair. His best friend was missing and he didn't know where she was and why the pirates took her, what would they have done to her? He was worried, not to mention that he knew she was Pan's weakness, no matter how much he tried to hide that.

"We were a bit busy trying not to die, you know" Colin, another veteran, answered after laying another injured boy on the ground, he had a knife still stuck in his leg and he was sweating.

"You surely survived but now Pan is gonna kill you all" Felix said and they looked at each other. "As much as I'd like to kill someone today, why should I and why are you so late? I thought I said..." Peter suddenly stopped talking and flew on the ground, he looked around. "Where is she?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper. No one answered. "I said, where. is. y/n?" He asked again and this time he would have accepted no silence. Patrick stepped forward.

"There was a trap. They took her" He whispered, his hands almost shaking. The sky was getting darker and now big clouds were massing over their heads. Peter was furious. "What do they want?" He asked, his eyes fixed into Patrick's, the boy was nervous. "They want you to let them leave the island and they want some Dreamshade too" He said and Peter clenched his jaw. The sky thundered threateningly.

"Fine, let's make them taste it then"

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"I won't ask nicely again, kids, where is the Dreamshade?" The Captain asked again. He was a very short man, kinda robust and with a long ginger beard. He had small blue eyes and not even one good tooth. Y/n was tied with the rest of the boys, the rope around her hands so tight that she thought they were starting to turn white even if she could se them, they were tied behind her back. She felt the blood in her mouth, they already slapped her once, she tried to focus on something else and looked up: the cold of the wind was moving her hair and the sky was filled with clouds. A man pointed the sword toward a little boy, a very young one, siting next to her, she covered him with her body, protecting him and then looked at the rest of them.

"If one of you says a single word I'll kill the snitch myself" She said, all the boys nodded. She was kinda sure about the old ones, but the fresh meat was weaker; the little boy she protected was crying for example. They were easier to break, there was no doubt.

"So, you're the boss here. Take her" The Captain shouted and two men from the crew dragged her to him by pulling her hair. She screamed in pain but tried to wriggled free. The Captain was even weirder seen so close: his nose was huge and the proportions of his face were all messed up by it. She stood up and looked at him.

"Where does he keep the Dreamshade?" He asked again, she chuckled. "Go to hell" She said loud and clear, he smiled showing his yellow and crocked teeth.

"Make her talk" He commanded waving his hand, a man double her size walked toward her. She closed her eyes ready to take the hit and he punched her right in her stomach. She slightly moaned in pain and bended forward, she spat some blood but she did her best to hold back her tears; she did not want to give them that satisfaction.

"You're a thoug one, I get that, that makes you of no use to me" He said and chuckled, he looked amused. Y/n looked at him with eyes filled with hate and straightened her back.

"Kill her" He commanded to the man, he extracted a knife and she never stopped looking at him, she was ready. She closed her eyes waiting for strike, but it never arrived, instead a little voice raised.

"The camp is near the falls, almost at the centre of the island. Don't hurt her" The young boy she had protected spoke, she looked at him in shock. They were screwed. She turned her head toward the Captain, he was smiling in satisfaction.

"Put her back back with the others and prepare, we're going to attack" The Captain commanded and the man took her arm, pointed the knife under her chin and pulled her away. She looked around, she had to escape and warn Pan. The Captain left the deck and the crew was busy collecting weapons, she had a few seconds. She suddenly stepped on the man's feet with all of her strength, the man screamed and left her arm and he also left the knife. She immediately took it and passed it to one of the boys who did his best to release her even if he couldn't see what he was doing, due to his hands tied behind his back. Once she was free she proceeded to cut the rope around the boy's hands.

"I gotta go, can you handle this?" She asked and he nodded. The man she just hurt closed his arms around her and tried to lift her, she bit his arm and escaped.

"You bitch!" He screamed but she was already diving outboard. She felt the impact with the water as almost traumatic after the punch in the stomach, y/n screamed in pain but there was no time for this, she started swimming. Luckily she was a good swimmer, she reached the seashore and heard a familiar noise: shoots, the pirates were shooting at her. She gave a quick look and realized some of them were following her on a lifeboat, then she started doing the only thing she could: she ran.

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"Are you boys ready?" Devin asked out loud, the Lost Boys were running everywhere around the camp: some of them were curing the injuries of the wounded, the rest was preparing for the battle. Suddenly they heard a noise coming from the forest.

"Everyone, quite" Peter said and they all stopped, he looked toward the source of the noise: y/n, completely wet and almost out of breath came out from the dark. Peter stepped toward her, half shocked and half relieved. She kneeled down and held her stomach, he immediately kneeled near her and took her face in his hands. He looked at her, the light of the torchlights now illuminating her: her lips were split and there was blood on her chin, he felt a rush of anger.

"They are coming" She said and tried to stand up, he helped her and noticed the bruise on her stomach. "What did they do to you?" He asked, his voice filled with concern but also showing a lot of hate. She shook her head and looked at him. "I'm fine, let's go destroy them" she said and he grinned; even if he was concerned about her he knew that she wanted to fight. He looked at her and kindly caressed her cheek.

"That's my Lost Girl"

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The sky was clean, the stars were visible. The boys were dancing around the bonfire and celebrating their victory, all the pirates were dead and Peter's magic had cured the injuries. The air was filled with excitement while Peter was playing the enchanted pipe. Y/m was tired but absolutely satisfied, she had the honour to kill the Captain and she also managed to find her bow, a pirate had stolen it. She saw something in Peter's eyes that made her wonder if he cared about her, she wanted to find out.

"I was seriously worried" Felix's voice took her back to the reality, he hugged her and she smiled. "Please, I can take care of myself, you know" She answered and gave him a small pinch on his cheek. He shook his head.

"I was talking about the pirates in fact" He said and they both laughed. She turned her head against the source of the music and looked at Peter, she warmly smiled at him. she had the impression that he kept an eye on her during the whole battle, not to mention that she was the first one he cured with his magic and he also insisted to save her before the battle even if that made him lose some energy. He looked back at her and cursed inside: she was so beautiful and clever, he was totally into her, and seeing her hurt, seeing her saving herself and the others even if she was suffering made him admire her even more. He had to push her away somehow, he just didn't know how.

He had other things to handle at the moment, by the way. Y/m was about to go to Peter, but suddenly the music stopped. "Well, now that we have celebrated, it's time for serious matters. You, come here" Peter said and pointed a finger toward a little boy, y/n immediately recognised him: the boy she protected on the ship. She stood up while he walked toward his leader, his little face a mask of terror. "I wish I could say that you all have been good boys, but that's not true, am I wrong, James?" He asked, the little boy was shaking. Y/n looked at Peter. "So, what's the punishment for the snitches?" He asked and opened his arms, the Lost Boys started to cheer.

"Peter, he's just a child, he just arrived" Y/n's voice made everyone stop, the all looked at him. "He has to learn" Peter said while clenching his jaw. He turned toward James, his hand rising and ready to cast some magic.

"He did it to save my life" She said and he stopped. All the eyes were now on y/n. She walked toward them and interposed between them, the little boy immediately grabbed her shirt. She stared at Peter for seconds that felt like ages, green eyes versus y/e/c eyes. In the end, he lowered his hand. "Come with me" He whispered and took her arm. He practically dragged her away. "

Everyone, back to your celebrations" Felix screamed and she looked back at him while Peter was taking her away, he looked to his best friend with concern. Even if he knew Pan had a soft spot for her he never really did anything to show it to her, Felix never understood why. Peter took her in the forest and, as soon as they were far enough, he stopped and left her arm.

"Never oppose to my authority again" He whispered between his teeth, she looked right into his eyes.

"I didn't mean to, he saved my ass, I just paid my debt" She simply said, he walked toward her, his face centimetres away from hers.

"If you hadn't let those idiots capture you and your group you wouldn't have been in the situation in which you needed someone to save your ass" He said, he knew what he was doing: he wanted to hurt her in her pride.

"I ran here to spare you all the unpleasant surprise of a pirate attack, I lead you to them and I almost sacrificed my life for the boys and for your secretes and you have the audacity of talking that much shit?" Her tone was quite high and she was more furious than ever, her hand gestures proving it as well. Peter was extremely sorry but he knew that making her push him away was easier than having to push her away himself.

"You have been superficial, an amateur, I don't know if you can stay here. Maybe you're not fit for this life" He said, he knew that this would have been hard for her. She opened her mouth and looked at him, his eyes showing a deep disappointment.

"I'm your best archer here, no one is good like me at organising stuff, I worked my fucking ass harder and for longer than everyone else on this island to earn respect, since I'm a girl. I proved my value thousand times more than all of the boys put together, I do not deserve this, Pan" she said, her voice calmer now, she was not mad anymore: she was sad. Peter wasn't so sure about his plan anymore, seeing her like this was killing him, not to mention that she called him Pan, it sounded extremely wrong. He turned his back to her. She felt cold and looked at the sky, it was clouded again. "I've been a mother to this boys, and maybe you are disappointed in me and I can get that, but sending me away? Really? I am such an idiot, I thought you relayed on me, I thought you trusted me, I even fell..." She stopped, he immediately turned and looked at her. What was she about to say? "I'll leave if you want" She concluded and cursed internally, what the fuck was she doing? She almost confessed her feelings, what a stupid thing to let slip out. She watched at her own feet, to embarrassed to look at him. Peter took a step closer and put a finger under her chin, he gently raised her head and looked at her. "I don't want you to leave" He whispered, he was so tired of hiding, of denying those feelings to himself. She looked at him, her big y/e/c filled with hope. He smiled.

"But, I thought..."

"I'm sorry, I don't believe what I just said, I'm just... It's complicated, y/n" He said and caressed her cheek, she was confused, but suddenly the light of the moon lighted up his face, making the green of his eyes shining. She raised her head and saw the clouds disappearing, she finally realised: he felt something for her too. She smiled, a smile that involved also her eyes, the first true smile in weeks.

"Maybe I can make it easier" She said and he looked at her in confusion. She crossed her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer, then she kissed him: he immediately grabbed her by her waist and kissed her back. She felt her stomach upside down, the feeling hit her even harder than the punch the pirate gave her. He caressed her back with a gentle touch, his warm fingers drawing figures on her skin. She opened her mouth and let his tongue in. If y/n was the one who started the kiss, Peter totally took control of it: he tangled his tongue to hers and pulled her closer, now their bodies were attached. He barely gave her the time to breathe between a kiss and another. Slowly, the rythm changed and the kisses faded away. She smiled on his lips any gave him a quick bite, he raised and eyebrow and moved a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"You made it definitely easier" He whispered and gave her a kiss on her neck, she ran her fingers between his hair while guiding his head toward her weak spot. He kept kissing her neck and grabbed her hips, then he sucked the zone under her jaw. Y/n moaned, making him grin and moving his hands toward her ass. He invited her to jump and she did it, closing her legs around his waist. He pushed her toward the trunk of a tree and kept sucking the zone he was tormenting before. She moved her hair to make it easier for him to kiss her and scratched his shoulders. He stopped biting and gave one last kiss on the zone before looking at it, it was turning red.

"It will be impossible to cover" She whispered while caressing the back of his neck, he smiled looking at her. "No need to cover it, I like it" He said and grinned, she shook her head. "So, since when?" He asked putting her down but still holding her close, she smiled. "Let's say a while, you? She answered and caressed his face, he chuckled. "Let's say a while" He said, she bit her lower lip looking at him. The green of his eyes was brighter than ever, it matched the colours of the forest. Y/n could have lost herself into those eyes.

"What?" He asked and gave her a quick kiss. "I'm happy, Peter" She simply said, he caressed his cheek and smiled at the sound of his name coming from her lip. "I am too, y/n" he said and kissed her again.

[snowbellewells]

Self-Promo Sunday: “Into the Unknown With You”

Another one shot from my assorted collection “Of Swans and Swords and Hopeful Hearts” - this one playing with some of the ideas I would rather have seen in 6x10 and 6x11, it certainly diverges from canon at that point...

Summary: As Emma searches for a way back home from the Wish Realm, help comes from a surprisingly welcome source...

{One more Author’s Note: The “awfully big adventure” bit is a tiny nod to J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan.}

Can also be found on AO3 or ff.net 

“Into the Unknown with You”

by: @snowbellewells 

‘No, no, no!’ Emma’s mind reeled horrifically as she stared at the spot where only moments ago the portal had been whirling, her way home to her son and her pirate wide open. She wanted to scream; it couldn’t just be gone, and yet, a second too much hesitation, and the chance was lost. She looked to Regina anxiously, her fists clenched so tightly she felt the impressions her nails cut into her palms. It was all she could do not to rail at Regina, this whole twisted world, and her own bad luck.

‘What now?!?’ she wanted to demand, wanted to shake her former nemesis turned tentative friend, but one glimpse at the other woman’s stunned, disbelieving face staring across the shoreline at her presumed dead True Love, and Emma knew it would be a lost cause. Having stood beside a grave in grateful stupefaction at her own love’s miraculous return to life not so long ago, Emma couldn’t find the heart to remind Regina just yet that she had spent the last day preaching that none of their surroundings or those they encountered in the Wish Realm were real, and hurry her along. She too found herself blinking dazedly at this other – very convincing – version of Robin Hood for a few moments.

Even if her heart was still crying out for her home and her family, for Henry’s soft hair tickling her nose when she placed a kiss to the top of his head, and Killian’s arms enfolding her, she didn’t know where to go in this topsy-turvy version of the homeland she had never actually lived in, and so she had to wait – more impatiently by the minute – until one of these two, either queen or thief, snapped out of their spell and led the way…

As it turned out, Robin Hood was not the sort of outlaw who would truly do harm to two ladies passing through his territory. He wouldn’t have even made to steal their jewels and furs once the same trance that had overcome Regina seemed to strike him mute as well, but Regina offered him a pouch of coins that had been strapped to her waist and a ruby ring, pressing it into his calloused palm with a quirked smile and the assurance that “she insisted, she was much more partial to his cause than he knew”.

Emma wanted to snort at the ridiculous understatement those words were, and she only barely managed to hold back a roll of her eyes, which she sensed the thief saw but let slide with a conspiratorial wink.

Before she could make an argument for trying to catch up to Gold – or Rumplestiltskin here, she supposed – or ask where they were going to find another bean, it was evening, they were entering a forest in the gathering dark, and soon they had been welcomed to sit around a roaring fire with Robin’s motley crew, and even been offered the ale and venison passed around the circle as if they were part of the merry band.

“Now,” the archer began, seated beside Regina, his boy nodding drowsily on his lap. He looked around her to meet Emma’s gaze head on. “You must be thinking that I owe you an apology. Clearly you were about to leave this place, and because of me, you missed your ride.”

She tried to shrug it off nonchalantly, not wanting to get them kicked out in the cold, or to lay blame on him for something he couldn’t have known, but instead, to her own mortification, she felt hot tears stinging in the corners of her eyes. Though her sight grew glassy, Emma refused to let them fall. “So,” she tried for flippant, even if it fell horribly flat, “does that mean you know where we could get a replacement bean and want to help us get it?”

“Actually, Princess Emma,” Robin winked, a knowing sort of mischief in his eye, “I just might.”

~~~OuaT~~~~~CS~~~~~OuaT~~~

The following morning dawned misty and cool, but fair, and Robin greeted Emma at the simmering coals of the previous night’s campfire with a welcoming grin, Regina at his side on the stump they used for a seat, looking as soft and at ease as Emma had ever seen her, her head resting on his strong shoulder seemingly still half asleep. She and Regina had talked at length the night before, and at long last Emma had accepted that Henry’s adoptive mother wasn’t returning with her yet. “I know he isn’t the same Robin, that this whole place is built on a whim, but I’m not losing him again,” she had whispered vehemently. “There has to be another way to get back…one that he could take as well…if he wanted to…” The emotion welling in Regina’s dark eyes had been raw enough that Emma finally consented to go on without further fighting to change her mind, only giving a nod in affirmation when Regina had asked, “You’ll explain to Henry? Tell him I mean to return as soon as we both can?”

“Ready, your Highness?” the sandy-haired outlaw asked, breaking into Emma’s recent memories once more and looking down at her from where he now stood at the ready. “We should make the harbor by noon, if we set out now.”

“The harbor?” Emma asked breathlessly, dazed for a moment by what this could mean. Her heartbeat kicked up in both anticipation and dread. Surely he wasn’t here too…was he?

“Yes,” Robin answered her spoken question with an amiable nod as he kissed the back of Regina’s hand in farewell and turned to head off with Emma on his heels. “I happen to know a pirate with whom I sometimes trade my less than lawfully acquired goods. He might have just the sort of thing you need to return home…”

~~~OuaT~~~~~CS~~~~~OuaT~~~

The sound of gulls crying and wheeling overhead and the creak and groan of the wooden docks as they reached the edge of the shore town and neared the sparkling blue harbor was enough to take Emma’s breath away. Robin took a step forward to lead her down the docks, already offering to make introductions, but Emma stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.

There before them, as recognizable as always, was the Jolly Roger, bobbing proudly at anchor. Though most might be intimidated by the sight, Emma drew in the first full breath she’d had since remembering herself in this strange realm – as if she had gotten her first real glimpse of home at last. He might still be the vengeful Captain Hook in this reality, but somehow she wasn’t afraid. He would never truly hurt her – and she only wanted to be at his side again without further delay.

Reassuring Robin that she could take it from there, Emma bid him goodbye. Though he looked uncertain, the archer took her at her word and left her with his best wishes. If she clutched his hand a moment longer and a bit tighter than would be normal and bid him be safe a little too fervently – well, she didn’t have to explain herself to anyone here…

At her first step onto the gangplank, a shudder of recognition ran through her, as if the vessel itself was welcoming her back aboard, shivers skittering along her spine. At first glance, the ship seemed deserted, her crew perhaps gathering supplies or unwinding at the nearest tavern, but the air around her wavered, charged suddenly, letting her know she was not alone. Emma felt even before she heard heavy footfalls on the planks or that deep, commanding voice at her back, asking who went there, that she had not gone undetected by the ship’s captain.

Turning, her eyes found him, hungrily drinking in the details; altered, but still without doubt the man she loved. The dark hair was windblown and unruly, practically begging for her fingers to delve into its soft abundance and brush the fringe back off his forehead. Though the strands might be shaggier and generously shot through with grey, it made him no less attractive to her starving eyes. In fact, she only wanted to stare at him all the more, to catalogue every difference, trace the deeper crow’s feet around his eyes and the added lines on his forehead. Those fathomless blue eyes were lined so liberally with the kohl she hadn’t seen him use for some time in their modern Storybrooke life that she almost wanted to chuckle at the effect until she registered the way the blue of his gaze also looked paler – as if washed out by too many tears shed alone and without comfort, or dulled by pain held back because he couldn’t afford to let it show.

Brandishing his moniker, and that dastardly, flirtatious mask he had long since let drop around her, to full effect, Captain Hook stepped well into her personal space. “And who might you be?” he questioned, breath warm on the shell of her ear as he leaned in, hook lifting the heavy rope of her golden braid and tucking it back over her shoulder. It was an achingly familiar gesture and he stood much too close for calm comfort, sending her pulse fluttering again, and yet no recognition lit his gaze as he studied her; the fond devotion she had come to rely on more than she could say was utterly absent, making her heart ache and crack in her chest.

“Princess Emma of Misthaven,” she answered as sturdily as she could, raising her chin and meeting his eye with as much confidence as she could muster. “I had hoped to speak to you on a delicate matter of some importance.”

“A delicate matter, is it?” he asked, his enunciation and the way his tongue caressed his words seductively had not been altered or diminished in the slightest, whatever else had changed. He stood back to his full height, fingers in his waistband, hips thrust forward and looking every bit as sinfully irresistible as he ever did, complete with that wide-open, chest-exposing red vest she had witnessed once in their trip to the past through Zelena’s portal. If she hadn’t known him so well, she might have been fooled by the bravado, but knowing his heart as only a True Love could, she saw the emptiness behind the lascivious look, the pain within the façade – the proper, honorable lieutenant he had been, hating the persona his course had forced him to adopt. Even as he ran his tongue across his lower lip, letting his eyes trace her curves from head to toe almost lewdly, she could see the regret clouding the pupils and the wistful longing – as if he could sense what might have been.

Unable to stop herself, Emma reached forward impulsively, grasping both his hook and hand tightly as she spoke, “Yes, very…but just maybe…I was meant to find you. Maybe you’re the only one who would believe me.”

~~~OuaT~~~~~CS~~~~~OuaT~~~

Another hour found them below deck in his cabin, seated at the scratched, weathered wooden table which had served him in his lonely meals for ages, Emma’s hand still clinging to his hook where it rested on his thigh, but the other reaching up tentatively to trace that faded scar she knew so well beneath his eye. Hook – though more and more her Killian with every passing moment – had scooted closer to her on the roughhewn bench, blinking in awe as she saw hope returning to his face. He appeared both afraid to believe her words, but also desperate for them to be true.

“So you’re telling me that all of this around us – this whole life – is an illusion?” he asked haltingly, not daring to move his eyes from her face, as though he thought she might disappear as quickly as she had come to him.

“Well, yeah, basically,” she tried to explain. “Or more like…it’s a possibility that didn’t actually come true. There’s this v-villain in my home, in the real timeline that I come from, who made a wish that reset things, and I was sucked into it. I have a son, family and friends, a-and another version of you…who’s my True Love…there missing me. And I have to get back to them.”

“There’s another me?” he breathed, and where anyone else would have been skeptical, he looked merely stunned, wanting. “And…we’re…together?”

“Yeah, we are,” she whispered, laying a hand over his rapidly beating heart and drawing comfort from its rhythm. She already felt stronger, more certain, even with this iteration of her pirate. Her watery smile quirked up into a bit of a smirk at one corner, “And don’t worry, he’s still devilishly handsome.”

Her captain’s eyes fell to their joined hand and hook in his lap, huffing out a laugh at her words. “More so than I, I’d wager,” he murmured.

Emma hummed under her breath, reaching out to run her fingers along a grey streak in his longer hair. “I don’t know about that,” she offered. “There’s something pretty appealing about this model, grey hair and all.”

“You flatter me, Milady,” he teased, that voice still a sinful purr rumbling from his chest as he lifted her hand to press a kiss to its back. Still, emotion welled up beneath the flirtation, making his magnetic gaze all the harder for her to escape. She was blinking, nonplussed and floundering for some audible response, when he straightened and pulled her to her feet with him. “Enough lollygagging then! I’ll prepare the old girl to set sail. It’s time we got you back where you belong!”

For a moment, Emma was stunned anew. This full-on piratical version of her True Love, who didn’t really even know her and had no reason to do anything she said, had not only chosen to believe her story, but was going out of his way to help her – just as he had ever since he turned his ship around to take her to Neverland. The lump in her throat was almost too much to speak around, but Emma managed to croak out, “You really would give anything to help me, wouldn’t you?” even as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Aye,” he affirmed, looking a bit like he was marveling at that fact himself. “I am not sure I fully understand, nor can I explain it to you, but I sense that I would – that I am almost compelled – to help you in any world or time you would appear to me.”

“Thank you,” was all she could really say in response, her wondering smile nearly blinding him with its brilliance.

“Come then,” he offered her his arm, his speech all business again, even while the pointed tips of his ear flushed, clearly uncomfortable with the gratitude and praise. “Above deck, and we’ll be off. I know someone who deals in nigh impossible to procure objects.”

~~~OuaT~~~~~CS~~~~~OuaT~~~

Standing beside him at the helm just a few short hours later, wind in her hair and the salt spray on her face, it struck Emma that though she was desperate to get home, to make sure her son, her family, and her Killian were alright, she didn’t want to simply abandon this pirate captain beside her. She didn’t know what would happen to him, if he would find something to live for, something to be part of, or if she was dooming him to his quiet desperation…even if he might simply vanish into nothingness with the rest of this ill-fated wish. She didn’t know what happened next, to be completely honest. Laying a hand on his forearm, she gazed up into his face, swallowing hard. “I don’t know what becomes of you, or this realm, when I leave here and go home,” she admitted. “I’m not sure if you all just go on like it never happened, if you cease to exist, if you wander here aimless forever…I just…I don’t know…”

Covering her hand with his, he guided the ship with no more than his hook rested capably on the wheel. “Worry not, Princess,” was his confident response, fervent resolve painted over his strong, careworn features. “We shall still set things right, as they should be. Whatever comes after this – infinity or oblivion – will be an awfully big adventure.”

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[ryuyalana]

Impatient

Kinktober Prompt (Day 2) - Peter Pan

Kinktober by @alloveroliver

October 2nd: Asphyxiation, Orgasm denial or edging, Public

Fandom: Once Upon A Time (OUAT) - Peter Pan (Robbie Kay)

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“Where are we going?” I asked as he continued to row the boat, Peter grinned, “It’s a secret, Y/N, you’re way to impatient.” I rolled your eyes at him, it wasn’t my fault.

He suddenly woke me up this morning, saying that he wanted to take me somewhere. He even told the lost boys that we’d be gone for a while. 

“So,” I smirked, “How long are you kidnapping me for?” He pretended to think, “Hmm... a few days perhaps? That all depends on you though.”

“And if I said I wanted to go home now?” “Then you’ll miss out on something spectacular.” His as-a-matter-of-fact tone and his famous smirk made me want to kick him off the boat. 

Before I could though, “Oh, we’re here.” I turned around and saw an unfamiliar cabin, “Woah! What’s this for?”

“Just a small place for you to call Sanctuary, so you can escape here anytime you want.”

-Smut under the cut-

“You know,” he let out a shaky breath, “Not that I’m complaining, but-ahh.. shit, you could’ve waited until we’ve reached the bedroom, love.” 

As soon as Peter let us in the small cabin, I jumped on him. Kissing him all the way down to the band of his pants. “But Peter~”

“Very impatient...” he grabbed me before I could pull down his pants, lifting me up as he quickly made our way to the bedroom.

If I looked around, I would’ve noticed how I was surrounded with comfortable blankets and pillows, items that would’ve reminded me of home, but no. I was too entranced with the way Peter stared at me as he removed my shorts and lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

“Peter~C’moooon, hurry up” Peter had his lips pressed to a thin line, “Tsk tsk, Y/N... you need to learn to wait...” His fingers left a ghostly feeling on my core. “I need to teach you to be patient.”

Peter proceeded to leave ghost touches on my skin, my chest, my core, my everything. I gripped the sheets, tempted to grab his hand and actually touch me.

“Okay, I’ll start,” he removed my underwear and started rubbing my folds. I didn’t notice what he was doing until I felt his tongue flick my clit, I twitched and looked at him with panicked eyes.

“Peter?-Ahhh~! Nooo~”  His tongue reached deep inside, his hand hadn’t stopped teasing my clit, and I could feel it bubbling up inside me, “I’m gonna-” He suddenly moved away from me.

My high disappeared as I saw the glint in his eyes, “Remember love, I’m trying to teach you a lesson of patience... and the perfect way to do that, is to stop you from cumming until I tell you to.”

“What? Why?” “You’ll get too spoiled if I gave you everything you wanted. Now,” he suddenly inserted his two fingers into me, scissoring and stretching me out. “Let’s teach you some more”

Thrusting and curling his fingers, I wrapped my arms around his neck to pull him close. I kissed him as my I was about to cum again, but he quickly removed his fingers.

I bit his lip and tugged at it. “I hate you”

“Then,” he leaned down to bite my ear, “Should I stop?”

I glared up at him, “I can kick your balls right now.”

Peter rolled his eyes, but his smile never left, “How cute, now let your voice out-hng” He inserted himself in me as he took my lips and bit them, “Is this... hah, what you... hng... wanted?”

I nodded aimlessly as you chanted “yes” and his name over and over. “Are you close again?” 

“Yes, yes, yes, so- close!” I scratched his face, my fingernails scraping off a small layer of skin.

“Beg me, Y/N...”he grunted to my ear, his thrusts starting to get erratic as his breath became shallow, “Beg me!”

“PleAse Peter~! Please let me-ahhh, I need to! Please”~

Peter moaned into my ear, “Cum for me” as I clenched onto him, and he grunted loudly as we both came. We twitched as we rode our highs down.

I kissed Peter on the lips, “Don’t fall asleep now, love. We’re just getting started.”

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Just a Scratch

Peter Pan x Reader x Felix Fandom: OUAT Summary/Prompt: could you do a poly imagine with peter pan and felix? Note: Oof, it has been so frickin long since I’ve written anything for this blog, but college has been killing me. I get out later this month, so expect more content then. I’ve also been working on a fantasy novel….so keep your eyes peeled for that. Warnings: Mentions of blood? Word Count: 586

“I am FINE.” You tried to convince Peter’s skeptical face. He wasn’t buying it, obviously. The sword fight with Hook and his crew hadn’t exactly been pretty, and you’d gotten perhaps the worst of it, leaving your boyfriends worried. Currently, Pan was carrying you against his chest while Felix tried to clear out the Lost Boys standing in front of the medic tent.

“Get out of the way! Move!” He was rougher with them than you would have liked, but you weren’t in any position to tell him how to treat the younger boys.

“You don’t look fine, love.” Peter whispered, setting you down on the cot in there. Once Felix had shut the curtains and kept out the onlookers, their true natures came to the surface, Pan’s features softening noticeably, as did Felix’s. Now that they didn’t have to worry about keeping up their reputations, they were back to being the boys that had stolen your heart instead the leaders of the lost boys.

“How bad does it hurt?” Felix asked, pushing a box closer to the cot so he could sit and hold your hand while Peter worked his magic.

“It’s just a scratch.” You grimaced as Peter lifted your shirt to reveal the gaping wound.

“Just a scratch my ass.” Peter shook his head, assessing the damage. In his years, he’d seen his fair share of injuries. He’d seen cuts shallower than this kill some of his dearest Lost Boys, crying to Felix behind closed doors. Now that you were here, though, now that they had another person in their lives that they cared about as much as each other, Peter was much more scared about what would happen if things went south.

He was lucky he’d found you when he did.

“You’re gonna need to hold still, alright?” Felix instructed quietly, brushing hair off of your blood-matted forehead. There was a scratch there, too, but it had already closed up, only leaving the dry blood in its place. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Peter held the bloody rags away from your body so he could get a clear shot at the wound. Magic, pure and golden, manifested in his palm. You stared at the golden light as your vision went fuzzy. Felix had told you once while Pan was out on a patrol of the island, that his magic had gotten so much lighter since you’d gotten there. Something about you triggered the happiness in him that he had kept buried away for so long.

“Hey, stay with me. Keep those eyes open, love.” Pan watched as his magic worked to mend you back together without so much as a single complication. Healing magic, as it was on the lighter side of the spectrum, had never been his strong suit. Never had he ever performed such a clean healing spell until now. When he was finished, all that was left was your exposed abdomen, a thin white scar etched across your smooth skin. He pulled your shirt back down and then pulled you into his arms, Felix enveloping the both of you with his long limbs.

“I’m sorry I got hurt…” You apologized softly. “I should have been quicker. Then I wouldn’t have--”

“Don’t you dare apologize. This isn’t your fault. It’s Hook’s.” Felix shook his head, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“We’ll get him back, love.” Peter stroked through your hair, a dark grin growing on his features. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.”

[killian-whump]

KW’s OUAT Pet Names

Doing my own tumblr game from over here :)

In my headcanon world...

Emma calls Killian... Babe Personally, I don’t think Emma’s really one for pet names in the first place. Her “pet name” for Henry (if you can call it that) is “Kid” which is... I mean, it’s very Emma. It’s blunt, it’s obvious, it’s... Emma. Likewise, I think her “pet name” for Killian would be similarly short and to the point. And he is a babe, so... it just feels right that Emma would call him one ;) NOPEt Names: Almost anything else, honestly, but especially bastardizations of his name: Kil, Killy, etc. The man’s been alive in two incarnations for 300+ years and we’ve never seen either version ever called any variation of “Killian” and I expect that’s probably because he killed anyone who tried. One of his rings is probably from a guy who paused too long mid-name :P Also, I don’t like cliche or cheesy pet names like “sweetheart” or “snuggle bunny” - I just can’t see Emma using anything like that seriously. Ever.

Killian calls Emma... Emma “But wait!” I hear you saying. “That’s her name!” But I feel like, for Killian, Swan is the name he usually calls her. I think Emma is reserved for serious or tender moments, the way one would normally reserve a pet name for. However, I am absolutely open to the idea of this changing down the line, where Emma becomes the standard and Swan is the personal pet name. I’m also fond of Jones, which I think he’d delight in calling her at times with a playful smirk on his face, because no matter how much time passes, he’ll always be proud that her last name is now his <3 NOPEt Names: Love becoming exclusive to Emma. I don’t believe he would stop using the word “love” habitually just because he’s with someone.

Killian calls Henry... Son Henry calls Killian... Dad I’m lumping these two together for obvious reasons. Look, I don’t give a rat’s ass that canon never gave us this - I’m taking it for myself. Henry’s never had a father. Yeah, he had Neal in his life, off and on, for maybe a couple months, and David’s been a great male role model, but he’s never really had a long-term Dad in the true sense of the world. So, “He’s lucky to have a... pirate like you in his life” be damned. These two are father and son, and in tender moments, they would call each other such. And yes, the first time Henry called him Dad, Killian totally got a tear piece of dust in his eye. YOU CAN PRY THESE HEADCANONS FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS. NOPEt Names: Stepdad, Stepson, motherfucking “Pirate”

Regina calls Wish Hook... Honey Here’s the thing. Regina has new creative and sassy nicknames for OG Hook every time she sees him, practically... but they’re done to taunt him. In fact, almost ALL of her clever word-play nicknames for people are done facetiously. She does not give Henry nicknames, nor did she give Robin them, nor Daniel. But I do think that, in especially tender or intimate moments, she might be prone to the occasional “honey” where her Killian is concerned. It’s simple. Classic. Not overly saccharine or silly in any way. Timeless. NOPEt Names: Any kind of bon mot.

Wish Hook calls Regina... Your Majesty Killian’s got a little bit of troll in him, and I love the idea of him calling Regina “Your Majesty” despite her no longer being a Queen. And I imagine her telling him so, repeatedly, and him ignoring her completely and lightly teasing her by persisting in calling her that at times. I think this would start while they’re still just friends... and sometime around the switch to something more, perhaps he would confess to her that the real reason he refuses to stop calling her that is because, while the world may have decided she’s no longer a Queen... She’ll always be his Queen and sovereign. If you know what I mean. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge. I think you know what I mean. NOPEt Names: Reggie. Ew. Also, I don’t like the idea of him using “love” exclusively, either. It’s just a habit thing to him.

Ariel calls Wish Hook... Too many to count Ariel is delightful. She’s always coming up with wonderful fish puns... and I think that with her deepened friendship with Killian in the Wish Realm, she’d have come up with countless things to call him over the years. Fishhead. Tunabutt. Octobrain. I dunno. She just seems like the type of girl who would pop out of the water at him like, “Heeeeeeey Shellface, what’s up?” NOPEt Names: None. Anything goes.

Peter Pan calls Hook... Boy I have some dirty, dirty headcanons about Hook’s hundreds of years in Neverland, and chief amongst them is that Peter Pan exerted a lot of control over him physically, emotionally... and sexually, as well. And I think that Hook’s manliness would be one of Pan’s favorite spots to poke him. Because at his heart, Killian is (and always has been) a lost boy. An orphan. And Pan knows it; he’s always known it. But the fierce and fearsome Captain Hook is so bound up in being a strong and capable man that Pan would absolutely delight in stripping that away by calling him “boy” and reminding him of who he really is underneath all that leather and bravado. I think it would also serve to rankle Hook even further just having the teenager who controls him so thoroughly calling him, a grown man, a mere “boy”. Delicious. NOPEt Names: Anything remotely affectionate. FoeTP only, for me ;)

Rumplestiltskin calls OG Hook... Lad This one’s from canon, actually. Rumple calls him this in 4x09 when they’re having that angsty conversation on the bench. As with Peter Pan’s “boy” this one just adds such a naughty element of emasculation that I can’t forget Rumple uttering it in canon instead of his customary “Dearie”. Apples, you know, never fall that far from the tree... and I think Rumple also enjoys poking at Killian’s tender spots with a sharp stick, as well as implying he’s nothing more than a young lad playacting at being any kind of threat to the grown-ups. And if he keeps waving that sword around like that, he’s in for a spanking... NOPEt Names: Again, anything affectionate. I love my FoeTPs.

Alright, now you guys do it!!! <3

[evangeline-perry]

OUAT!Peter Pan x reader: Welcome home part 2

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part 1

A/N: this story was requested

You’ve been in Neverland for a few days now, and you couldn’t be happier. Peter taught you how to survive in Neverland and gave you magic lessons whenever he could. You both had become much more like a couple, occasionally stealing kisses, sitting together during dinners, ets. 

Yet he usually kept you out of sight whenever Emma & co came to close to camp. He’d have Felix watch over you, whom, after a while, had started to warm up to you when he noticed how alike you and his leader were. The other lost boys welcomed you into camp relatively soon as well, mostly because they didn’t want to face Peters wrath.

Slowly but surely Henry had grown to trust Peter a little more but you still needed him to take that extra step. At the moment, you were in charge of watching over Henry, ‘A familiar face might help him loosen up’, Peter had told you.

‘So you’re with Pan now?’ Henry asked lowly.

‘Henry, if you think I’m turning my back on our family, I’m not. I just… Peter, he makes me happy okay? When I’m here I… feel alive, like I really belong here.’

‘You love him... Pan?’ he asked hesitantly.

‘Yes’, you say quietly, blushing a little. Henry smiled at you slightly.

‘(Y/N)!’ Peter voice suddenly called over the noise of the camp. You excused yourself before getting up and making your way over to your boyfriend. Behind you you could hear Henry mumble something along the lines of, ‘True love’, causing you to smile.

You walked into Peters tent to see him sitting on his bed. He looked up at you, smiles and reaches his hand out to you. You take it, letting him guide you to sit next to him.

‘It’s time, isn’t it?’ he simply nodded. Peter had told you about his plan after you’d joined him, about Henry’s heart, his deception,his son, his games and how he was going to use Wendy Darling to get Henry to give up his heart.

‘When this is done, we’ll be able to live here forever. No one will ever defy us again.’ he now fully turned to you, placing his hand on your cheek, ‘Then you’ll truly be the most powerful queen in all the lands.’

A smile tucked at your lips, as you stroke the knuckles on the hand that was still holding yours: ‘And I’ll have you as my king.’ A smirk appeared as he nodded, ‘That you will.’ he leaned in closer and placed a kiss on your lips, which you returned.

‘Look’, you heard your mother say as you watched them from your hiding spot behind the trees. She, Emma and Snow all stood in front of Pandora’s Box. Snow stepped forward to grab it. ‘Careful’, your mother said calmly, ‘Pan wouldn’t have left it behind just for no reason.’

You grinned at the mention of your boyfriends name, knowing how difficult it is for them to go up against him. He now possessed the heart of the truest believer, which put the three of them on edge.

‘It’s David’s only way home’, Snow objected, ‘Without Gold we’re stuck here.’

She reaches out for it again but is grasped by vines, soon followed by both Emma and Regina, binding them to the tree.

‘Are you still at it?’ Peter stepped into view from behind the tree, ‘Don’t you know’, He says as he picks up Emma’s sword from the ground, ‘Peter Pan never fails. I didn’t expect you to find me, then again I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re mothers. Quite tenacious about your offspring. Well, most of them’, you could hear the venom in his voice as he said the last part to Regina, ‘But believe it or not I understand that. But if you’re looking to see Henry again I have to tell you there’s only one place you’ll be reunited… in death.’ Regina visibly struggled when he said this, ‘Having trouble moving? Not a surprise given where you are. You see what’s hastening your demise is your regret.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Emma questioned quietly.

‘This tree is the site of a very important for me’, Peter explained, ‘I abandoned my boy here.’

‘You have a son?’ Regina asked surprised.

‘I’m older than I look’, Peter simply stated.

‘If you have a child you must regret losing him too’, Emma says.

‘But I don’t’, Peter corrects, ‘quite the opposite actually. See I have him all boxed up, so I don’t lose him again.’

‘Rumplestiltskin is your son?’ Regina asks.

‘That he is’, Peter confirmed.

You rolled your eyes at the scene of the 3 women, desperate to save a boy that is beyond saving. You though were a bit disappointed Peter didn’t let you come with him right away. ‘Wait here until I call you okay?’ he’d said before pecking your lips and going to his own hiding spot.

‘How is that possible?’ Snow questions, ‘You’re-’

‘Younger than him?’ She’s cut of by Peter, ‘Oh really? Just like you and your daughter.’

‘You’re a fraud’, Regina objects calmly, ‘your magic is weakened. You can’t even hurt us. Let alone Rumplestiltskin.’

‘You’re right’, Peter answers confidently, ‘but that’s why I’m here. This tree will protect me until my power is restored and then, well, then we get to have some real fun.’ You chuckled quietly at his nonchalant mention of you and him. ‘And I won’t have to ever worry about my child again’, he continued, ‘Something else we will all soon have in common.’ This angers Emma who tries to struggle her way out of the vines, to no prevail, ‘There has to be another way.’

‘Then you’re not going to get to me. See this tree attacks through regret inside anyone who comes here. And you, you’ve got plenty.’

‘I regret not taking a better shot at you when I had the chance’, Emma snaps in a cold tone.

‘Ow but that’s not all, is it Savior?’ Peter taunts, ‘I have your sons heart inside me. I can feel just how much you let him down, time and time again.’

‘Leave her alone’, Snow chimes in.

‘Perhaps I should’, he says as he steps in front of Snow, ‘after all, what chance did she have of being a good mother. Look at the example you set, abandoning her for 28 years .’

‘Are you finished’, Regina stated, not even giving the boy in front of her a glance.

‘The last words from the Queen’, Peter scoffs, ‘Perhaps a deathbed confession from the one who has the most to regret of all.’

‘Yeah, there’s one problem with that. I did cast a curse that devastated an entire population. And that includes my own daughter, I casted her away and replaced her. I’ve tortured and murdered. I’ve done some terrible things, I should be overflowing with regret but I’m not.’ she pushed at the vines in front of her, letting them fall to the ground, freeing all three of them, ‘I’m not because it got me my son.’ Anger foiled inside you as she spoke, you could feel the power and magic inside you rising as you slowly approached the group. You saw Regina step forward, ready to rip Henry’s heart from Peter chest. Without a second thought you sent a wave of flames towards the group, separating the women and Peter. 

‘Don’t you dare touch him.’ you threatened as I walked into view, ‘If you try that again, I will kill you.’ Astonishment showed across the 3 woman, yet a proud smile showed on Peters face as he moved to stand next to you, placing a hand on the small of you back. ‘Well done, love’, he whispered in your ear.

‘What did you do to her?’ Snow said in disbelief.

‘He spelled her’, Emma opted, causing Peter and me to chuckle at the irony.

‘No, I didn’t’, he corrected, ‘I gave her a choice to join me and she took it. Don’t blame me for helping her escape a family she didn’t want to be a part of anymore.’

‘(Y/N)’, Snow tried, ‘you have seen what Pan did to us, to Henry. He killed your brother.’

‘He has never been my brother’, you say through gritted teeth.

‘Henry isn’t dead’, Peter revealed, turning the attention back to him, ‘his heart is still in tact. The boy is, you could say, in a coma.’ He grinned. Not even a moment after this was said, David and Hook busted through the bushes ‘He’s still breathing!’ Hook called out. You looked at Peter before rolling your eyes, ‘Why thank you, Captain Obvious’, you said, earning a chuckle from Peter.

‘Do you have it?’ Regina asks the men.

‘Yes, the Shadow is in here’, Hook states holding up a coconut.

You glances over at Peter, he made no move to reclaim it, he simply looked at the group with his usual confident demeanor.

‘(Y/N)’, Snow turned to me softly, ‘Come on, come home with us.’

‘I am home. Now leave.’ you say coldly as you feel Peters hand tighten around my waist.

‘(Y/N), don’t be ridiculous’, Regina scoffs, ‘Now come on.’

‘I. Said. LEAVE!’ you yell at your mother, in that moment you feel a wave of power go through you. A blast is sent out, the impact causes everyone to fall onto the floor. You walk over to Regina, who was crawling up from the forest floor. ‘You shouldn’t have underestimated me, now leave.’

Emma pulls Regina up as the six of them make there way to the shore. After a while you can see the Joly Rodger ascend into the air, leaving Neverland.

You can feel arms wrap around your waist as Peter rests his chin on your shoulder. ‘Well done, my Queen’, he whispered into your ear as he kissed your cheek, ‘We won. The boy will never wake up.’

[palemoonpersephone]

Sabre. Chapter One. An OUAT Fanfiction.

Summary ~  Fortuna brings a nameless scavenger to Neverland aboard the Jolly Roger, fleeing from one life to another. A business deal becomes a bargain for the survival of Hook and his crew; the scavenger is left to the mercy of Neverland, and to the whims of its Master.

Pairings: Peter Pan/OC; Peter Pan/Felix; Peter Pan/Rufio

Full story can be found here (ff.net) and here (AO3)

Cover art by blackdistractionart.

Tags&Warnings: Dark!fic; explicit sexual content; implied sexual content; original Lost Boys; pre-series; original Neverland elements; blood and violence; torture; dark!powerful!Pan; dark characters; PTSD symptoms; identity conflict; mental instability; character death; dom/sub; BDSM elements.

"Tangled in wires of iron. Strangled by strings of despair. The rusted needle of your compass crumbled into dust. You waste of hate are a shame to yourself. The curtain fell the play begins. Your naked carcass is exposed. All the marks that you've left were swallowed by the tides. You're nothing more but a ghost from the past. ~ Dance for the lord of broken souls. The one that sets the rhythm you obey. Your life lies in his hands. Hear and fear the mocking child's laugh."

"You hold the answer deep within your own mind; consciously you've forgotten it. That's the way the human mind works, whenever something is too unpleasant, too shameful, for us to entertain we reject it, we erase it from our memory. But the imprint is always there... ~ But the imprint is always there. Nothing is ever really forgotten." 

There had come a time when he had run out of places to wash the blood from his hands, and it was long ago.

The waves were cool as they rose up to caress large hands, as if in reverent offering, drawing out the crimson stains to reveal their natural alabaster hue. They remained submerged, fingers working unhurriedly until no trace was left, before he stood tall on the rock where he perched with a hunter’s grace. It was nigh impossible to not take in the sea with every breath, not that he minded, though he had always preferred the aromas of the dark forests; moss and mud, rain and blood.

No stars were out that night but, behind the veil of dark clouds, he could spy the faintest whispers of moonlight that dared defy him. His dripping fists clenched.

A low rumble of thunder, like the growl of some great monster, like him, rippled low across the sky and when he next looked up, his eyes were only met with darkness. The quirk of his lips was a crack in the icy exterior of his features.

They would be hiding away, all of them – just as they should – curled up in their huts and cots and treehouses, quivering for fear that he may descend to quell his fury on their breakable bodies. It had happened too many times.

Time, his greatest adversary, was moving against him.

Drying his hands with a fleeting thought, he reached into the pocket of his tunic for one of the two rolls of parchment that had sat against his heart for longer than he could recall. One was far older. His fingers were careful as he unravelled it, staring down with rising irascibility. It looked like her, under the right gaze, though she had carried the wrong name, and the wrong blood, which now drifted out into nowhere. He’d been a fool to ignore that, hoping for the chance that the name had become lost to history, while he remained untouched. However, since her arrival, an ever growing part of him had wished for her failure, the relief upon which was undeniable. He’d been all too happy for what came next.

So many screams for one without a tongue.

Nonetheless, the board would be set again in wait for a new pawn – one worthy of the mantle that had fooled everyone but him; one worthy of a place among his possessions – to present themselves, and he would be ready and waiting.

For, after all, Peter Pan never failed.

The docks were always busy in the early mornings, waking and working before much of the rest of the town.

Ships passed in and out of the harbour, setting out on trade missions, voyages and fishing trips, or bringing in supplies for merchants to get their hands on to sell for a fat profit, sailors roused before the dawn. Sometimes the lanterns had barely burned out after a night’s vigil when the docks became lined with people, swimming and scattering like the fish that swam, oblivious to the bustle, in the harbour. That was where she could be found.

A beggar girl, small and underfed, would sit mutely and pitifully offer her tattered little bowl to passers-by, when she had the strength to. She’d lost count of how many days she’d huddled in the same spot during the days, the information irrelevant to her, dark eyes pleading by nature and searching for a kind-looking face. There were better places to beg, she knew in her absent mind, and it were not as though she had any possessions, save the bowl and clothes on her back, to carry, yet she found she did not wish to leave the harbour. More often than not, she blamed it on the exhaustion that was dragged in on the back of hunger.

It was particular chilly that morning so she wrapped her thin, worn shawl around her shoulders, still shivering in spite of her attempts. It rose in her memory that the bakery or the local forge had always emitted a little warmth. Still, she didn’t move. Besides, the baker or the blacksmith would have probably chased her away. Not that she would blame them.  

Having so often forgotten, she wondered, again, if it was worth trying to clean herself up as best she could and offer her labour to the local manor, or an inn or a farm, earn some coin, protected by an informal contract that put a roof over her head and food in her belly. Something always stopped her.

The pit in her gut would open up wider, bleeding out a sickening dread, a searing…guilt, embarrassment? She was not sure. There was always a piece of the puzzle missing, as though her deeper mind was keeping something back from her, locked away beyond reach. But what use was it? It didn’t put money in her hand.

Her disjointed mind then led her down a path she’d also wandered down many a time; the world was clearly not going to care for her, why should she care for it? There were plenty of people whom she doubted would miss a small purse, a trinket or two. Again, something stopped her. Made it impossible.

Someone dropped a penny into her empty bowl; she didn’t see their face as they scurried away. “Thank you,” she whispered dryly but earnestly. The clatter of a coin made her dormant heart stir.

Food might have to wait, she thought, and tried to ignore the response of her empty belly.

A new shawl or coat would be of more use to her now that summer was over. Doing her best to block out the gnawing hunger, the girl began to look out for boats sailing in that may have been carrying cargo for trade, perhaps she could barter a deal, take the scraps, and hope someone might take pity on a peculiar street rat. Usually, the girl kept her bowl fairly close to her knees when it had money in already with a pointless paranoia, but now she held it a little further up like an offering. Hopefully the strain in her arms would be worth it. Trepidation kept her noiseless. She learned to speak in other ways.

It was some time later, dragged out by the chill and hunger, and a small boy scampered through the crowds and put a couple of coins in her bowl, perhaps sent by a charitable elder. Finding a rare smile that made her mouth feel strange, the girl brought the bowl back towards her chest protectively. “Thank you.”

The boy smiled innocently back at her and dashed away, moving effortlessly through the currents of sailors and merchants. The air was a little warmer yet her hands were still reddened and trembling, and the bowl felt like ice against her grimy skin. When did I last wash? She couldn’t remember, but couldn’t think too far back. Where would I find warm water, anyway?  

A ship sailing in then caught her eye; her gaze fixed on it as it docked and the sailors began to unload large crates and sacks. Placing her bowl on the floor, knowing it would never be worth stealing and not really caring for it anyway, she collected the coins into her little hand and got to her feet. Her joints were stiff and aching, gait shaky as she stumbled through the slightly thinning crowds. So fixed on the ship ahead of her, she forgot to step aside for the figure approaching, having also just docked, ebony-haired and clad darkly from head to toe.

His shoulder barged into her, knocking that frail body down to the ground like a stack of cards with a grunt that was the air being knocked out of her chest. “Watch your step, lass,” he barked at her before properly regarding her, pivoting on his soles.

Guilt and heat washed over her as she peeped up at him, grateful for the filthy sweep of hair covering nearly half her features. “Sorry,” she muttered, avoiding his eye as quickly as possible, diverging her gaze to his attire. A long coat, crafted in black leather, hung from his strong shoulders to his mid-calf, met by black boots that concealed the lower part of his trousers, black leather also, a little scuffed with more than frequent use but still clung to a hint of shine. Perhaps they’d been polished not long ago. The waistcoat beneath was easy to catch the eye, a bold bloody red, intricately detailed, lined with silver, here and there.

“What you got in your hand there?” he asked sharply, voice jolting her, pale lapis eyes scouring over her feeble form, settling on her hand that was clenched like a vice. She couldn’t remember when someone had last spoken to her properly.

Impatient, the dark sailor extended his left hand, except it wasn’t a hand. Secured to his wrist like a piece of machinery was a silver hook that could slice flesh better than the finest blades. The sight of it alone proved sufficient. Her eyes flickered uneasily between the gleaming instrument and her tightly curled fist once or twice before slowly opening it to reveal the few measly coins.

“Steal those, did you, lass?”

The girl shook her head vigorously, making no move to get up, like she’d forgotten she’d fallen in the first place. Her fingers re-closed around the coins defensively, hand withdrawn to her chest, knuckles whitening against the cold red flush of her skin. The dark man examined her carefully; she could have easily been a thief, using her harmless appearance to get away with little crimes. He’d never seen startled rabbit eyes so convincing. Almost too convincing. But no thief would be so poorly kept. Seldom had he seen a sight more pitiful than the one before him then.

“N-No, sir,” the beggar finally squeaked.

Smirking, he folded his arms. “Sir? How quaint,” He flashed his teeth in a chuckle. “Do you know how I am?”

Her answer was another shake of the head, lips unmoving. Except for a small chilly tremble.

He reached down and hauled her up, bones brittle and bird-like under his one handed grip. A thief would have been better fed as well, he remarked to himself. With the way she moved he could tell she was little more than skin and bones under those baggy rags she passed off as clothes.

“That won’t buy you anything,” he told her, and watched as her dull eyes fell.

“I want a shawl. I’m cold,” the girl said unevenly, as if unaccustomed to saying more than two words at a time.

He looked over her again, unable to supress the pang of warmth that plucked at his frayed heartstrings, and unable to sense anything malign in the sorry soul before him. With winter coming, she probably wouldn’t last long. Swiftly, he cast his eyes over to his ship; they would be ready to set sail again in a little time.

“Do you have a name, scavenger?” he asked after a moment’s deliberation.

She shook her head. “Call me what you like,” she shrugged indifferently.

In all honestly, the girl often had no memory of the names she’d once been called by, only that there had been more than one. No one used them, no one had in a long time. She was a nameless, faceless beggar, who had no need of a name. When she could recall them, she realised they were her only true possession and she wouldn’t give it away to just anyone. Couldn’t. Not that they would save her.

Few knew the names she’d gone by in earlier years, fewer were still alive, even fewer – mayhaps no one – knew the true name from which they came.

The dark sailor unfolded his arms, the metal instrument at the end of his wrist glinting in the morning sun, glancing over at his treasured vessel again. “I could use an extra pair of hands aboard my ship. You’d be given food, shelter, clothes. And a bath. What do you say, scavenger?”

Lips parted in shock, she simply stared at him, dumbfounded.

“Well?” he prompted irritably after a few moments of silence. “You can come with me or stay here and freeze to death.”

“Is this a trick…? You mean it?”

“Aye, better to put a life to work than to waste. I doubt you have anything to stay for.”

Not anymore, a voice in her mind said solemnly, coming from somewhere deeper, dark. “No,” she answered. “I-I won’t be any trouble.”

“I would hope not. Come along then, scavenger,” he turned and set off with a brisk stride towards his ship, coat flapping around his lower legs.

It took a moment to sink in; she shook her head sharply to make sure it wasn’t some wishful illusion, a hallucination brought on by hunger or exhaustion. It wouldn’t be the first time. But then, realising it was all very much real, she took off on coltish legs after her unlikely saviour.

She immediately felt far too dirty as she stepped on board, knowing she didn’t belong. The crew were rough looking, not formal and tidy like the regular sailors and captains she’d seen in her time yet they carried themselves with experience, a discipline. Her heart quickened, pounding her chest like a begging plea, or a warning, when a number of the crew cast their eyes on her; she lowered her head, feeling her palms grow sweaty.

“Change of plan. This is Venger, our new cabin boy. I’m told he’s rather a diamond in the rough,” her rescuer announced to the crew on the deck. “Smee, find some clothes, and the shears.” The girl felt a lift in her features in spite of herself, liking the new name. Venger, she could see that suiting her quite well. He turned to her, a wily grin across his face. “Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger.”

“So, they think I’m a boy?” Venger ventured with a meek tone, clarifying.

“It’s impossible to tell under those clothes and I’ve seen enough boys with faces like yours. Besides, tongues tend not to wag on my ship. A scavenger can hardly afford a barber anyway,” her new captain told her, gathering all the hair around her back. His pirate title had hardly surprised her – Captain Hook. She should have guessed.

Her excuse for hair was knotted and matted beyond measure, filled with dirt and dust, and blood, crawling down her shoulder blades to her mid back. She couldn’t help but flinch as he began hacking it off with the shears Smee, his first mate, had brought him. It fell to the floor in clumps, leaving her whole skull feeling much lighter. The captain stopped cutting when the remains of her rats-nest was at level with her little elfin ears, noting the tenseness in her shoulders but saying nothing; he suspected she had been without companionship for some time. He then eased the girl backwards until the back of her head was submerged in the large washing bowl. Warm water rippled against her ears, teasing the edges of her hairline. A little contented hum passed over her lips as she closed her eyes. He worked through her shortened locks with an oiled hand, the sharp point of his hook proving rather useful, pulling through the remaining knots and then coated it with a sweet-smelling ointment until he could pull his fingers through with neither effort nor strain.

“Thank you, sir,” Venger whispered, sitting up.

“Just call me Captain, or Hook, whichever you rather,” he ruffled her hair with a towel before taking a strip of dark blue silk that had once been his and put her hair into a ponytail, tying it rather adeptly into a bow, leaving the shortest locks loose around her face. He left the towel hanging over her shoulders. “You’re a boy now, I don’t want any slip ups; you’ll be safer as a lad. And you are to refer to me as ‘Captain’ at all times on duty. Now run yourself a bath – those pots are warming over there – and then put those on,” he gestured to a set of clothes slung over the back of another chair, again left dutifully by Smee.

Venger nodded obediently, waiting until the captain left the cabin to get up and lock the door behind him. There were enough pots to fill the small tub adequately deep. It was such a relief to shed the rags that hung off her body. The water was a little hot to start with but blissful all the same as she sunk into the tub. She couldn’t believe that she’d forgotten what warmth felt like, of all things.

She scrubbed herself clean, turning the water murky within minutes, greatly to her shame. It had been easy to forget how truly pale her skin was without all those layers of grime on top, yet that was likely what had kept it so.

The clothes left for her were befitting of any cabin boy. The tunic was white, loose with ruffled sleeves and concealed her mild feminine shape, while the trousers were black as night and came with a belt which she tied at the hips to keep the dips of her waist hidden. The boots left for her were a little big but their height on her calves prevented them from slipping, and finally she pulled on the dark brown waist-coat, leaving it undone. Satisfied and in better comfort than she been in over a year, Venger climbed up to the deck, and quickly caught sight of her new captain.

“I suppose that’ll do,” Hook said dismissively, looking her up and down as she approached with a demure gait.

They stood side by side, looking out over the prow of the Jolly Roger, with the whistling air in their faces, carrying in the scent of salt. Venger couldn’t help that same lightness taking hold in her face. The water glittered like a thousand sapphires under the sun, reaching out as far as the eye could see. This was the sight of freedom, she knew it to the bone.

Venger only wished to ask of her new life, all too keen to set sail and never look back, caring not if it meant rising early, scrubbing floors, washing clothes and seeing the same faces day after day. Anything was better than what she had; a wretched existence, and she knew with certainty she would never regret the choice to leave it behind.

There wasn’t anything left for her, nothing to hold onto, no ties to cut. A new life on a pirate ship would keep her busy, make her tired for the night, and maybe she would no longer be trapped to a constant circle of knowing there was something she couldn’t remember, trying to work her way back, and her thoughts collapsing in on themselves, the deeper parts of her being locked away, forbidden.

“How old are you then, boy?” Hook asked, knowing some of his crew would be able to overhear.

“Nineteen, I think,” Venger replied. “I don’t really remember.”

“I had you for younger. Why don’t you remember?”

Light azure was met with a sorrowful, depthless gaze of dark hazel-brown. “I don’t remember a lot of things.”

The girl wondered if he was thinking of asking her about the story that came along with her, for there must have been one, but could understand how one’s sorrows were their own. In little slips, or in the dead of night, she would remember something, and for a second become someone fuller, with more pieces put together.

A silent weight bore down on his shoulders as it did on hers, she could sense that kind of burden. Perhaps that was why he chose to save me.

Her shortened hair was almost dry now and pleasantly light and feathery, tickling her cheeks and back of her neck. Its true colour, a light auburn, hued with gold and copper, revealed itself proudly and was pretty against the rich blue of the ribbon.

Every now and then, sparkling sea water would be sprinkled over her face by the ship bowing and gliding through the navy waves that stretched out all the way to the bright horizon. Taking a deep breath, she sought out the courage to speak again. “Where is it we’re going?”

The Captain scoured the ship, providing a moment before answering, and looking to her.

“Neverland.”

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[theonceoverthinker]

OUAT 3X03 - Quite a Common Fairy

Well, I’m FAIRY certain we’re in for a good time today, and I hope you’ll agree!

(That pun works in two ways. I’m proud.)

And if you want to hear my non-pun thoughts, meet me below the cut! (Though who would ever want to read thoughts that don’t come in pun form? Those who do are not to be trusted!)

Press Release

In their continuing quest to find Peter Pan’s hideout and save Henry, Hook suggests tracking down Tinker Bell in the hope that she will lead them straight to his camp. Pan reveals to Henry why he has brought him to Neverland and in the Enchanted Forest, Neal has a plan that could transport him to Emma, but it would involve using one of Robin Hood’s most precious possessions. Meanwhile, in the Fairy Tale Land that was, Tinker Bell offers to help Regina improve her life.

General Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness

Past

So I like how Regina’s air has really changed in the opening of the flashback. The flashback before this, from what I gather, is “The Doctor” and you can see how the murder she committed there has affected her after the fact. It’s clearly darkened her, as depicted by the way Lana plays it (Her voice and posture, specifically), but what I like is how that affected her. She doesn’t want to be evil and takes a step back to see what she wants.

”He’s dead and I suffered. What you sent me towards wasn’t going to change that.” This line is fantastic because Regina’s right in a way. Meeting something new won’t change the hurt she’s already felt and is likely still feeling over Daniel’s death. That said, it’s appropriately framed as something she absolutely needed to do for her own sake. While the past can’t be changed, there can be a good future if you allow for it to come to pass.

“I no longer believe in you.” I still hold onto my headcanon about Blue not necessarily being evil, BUT by being such a bureaucrat, she sort of became a villain in her own right. Tink, Nova, Dreamy, and countless others all have their hearts in the right place and Blue just can’t (Or won’t) bend the rules to help them. While not completely devoid of redeemability, I can’t fault anyone for hating her. Her character is incredibly annoying, not at all a paragon or even an inspiration of goodness. She’s a Rubix Cube and finding out what circumstances will allow her to give one magic and advice is a puzzle (And not even a fun one). She’s also not especially engaging on other levels, making her importance in the series something of a dead weight.

Neverland

You really see how dark Neverland has turned Tinker Bell. From the costume design to her more flight-or-fight mannerisms portrayed in Rose’s performance, Tink’s character in Neverland is almost unrecognizable here to what we see in the flashback. It’s incredibly effective in showing the consequences of Regina’s decision. I love her wild eyes.

What an amazing episode for Regina! Her characterization here was simply fantastic. The episode doesn’t playing around with the fact that Regina...well, she’s not the greatest person in the world just yet. She eggs Tinker Bell on and makes snippy comments. But her choices are improving and that happens in a natural way. Her test to Tinker Bell is harsh, but Regina does it in a way only Regina would do. The way she challenges Tink’s potential to do bad is effective in showing how she still believes in her, making the tepid resolution they settle on work.

Enchanted Forest

“So because I know what it’s like to lose family, I should risk mine?” This sentiment honestly holds true in this segment so strongly. I get Neal’s frustration, but he is risking a four year old’s safety. The good thing is that it’s framed to give exactly the feelings that it solicits and Neal’s speeches do help a lot with the balance of sympathy. While I didn’t like Neal basically guilting Robin into using Roland to summon the shadow, it does make sense as a desperate move needed for him as a father. I do wish for that reason though that the speeches were more about Henry specifically. It would make the main conflict more of a relation to a father and his son, strengthening his bond with Robin. That said, the discussion of romance was nice and it did give way to Mulan’s storyline.

Insights - Stream of Consciousness

-David, get over your fucking machismo! You literally JUST got poisoned because of it!

-Fuck! A moving map! Pan is dastardly as all hell!

-Who doesn’t like apples?” “It’s a family thing.” Oh come on, Henry! I’m sure they’d be the APPLE of your eye if you just APPLE-y yourself and eat one! XD

-I like how Neal demonstrates the cleverness that helped him survive in Neverland and eventually escape through his deductions with Mulan. It’s a very logical process.

-ROLAND!!! BABY ROLAND! FIRST APPEARANCE! BEST EPISODE EVER!!! AWWWWW!

-Seriously, the casting department found the single most adorable kid in the world to be Roland!

-Neal...are you sure this is a good idea? He’s a baby, Neal.

-Not gonna lie, I’d try roast swan.

-”I’m the queen, but I’m practically a prisoner with a husband whose heart is still with his dead wife, and his insipid daughter.” Regina’s dynamic with Leopold, while undeniably abusive to her, fascinates me. This line makes me wonder if she has tried falling for Leopold and to a degree, succeeded. She’s bothered by Leopold still only holding feelings for his dead wife and being stuck in that position and I’m not sure if the next scene either strengthens this mindset or diminishes it.

-Rumple analogy of the diner and the feast is very interesting to me. It plays the darkness off as something predatory, more of a hunter than something to be sought. It makes sense because Rumple kind of did get stolen by the darkness in that he was unprepared to have to take it on and the consequences of that choice.

-I really appreciate that at least one of the fairies is actively acting as a suicide hotline!

-”But, if I had, here’s to good reasons.” That’s...really fucking dark!

-”It is possible to find love again.” I love this sentiment. Once can never rule out the possibility of new love! <3

-*Henry attempts to shoot Pan in the fucking chest* What a badass!!!

-*Goes to the fairies’ den* Show, you cannot throw that many colors at me AND spin! Talk about sensory overload!

-”My name isn’t green. It’s Tinker Bell.” So fairies have names. What’s Blue’s?

-Blue! Who died and put you in control of the fairies?! Because they were kind of an idiot!

-”Are you out of your mind? He’s four years old!” My sentiments exactly, Robin!

-”What did you do to her?” That line was delivered flawlessly! It’s so chill and it cracks me the fuck up.

-”Operation Henry.” Awwwwww!!!!!

-”Does anyone really own pixie dust?” “The fairies are quite proprietary about it.” Fairies are dicks. Or really, just Blue.

-”The beginning of your happiness.” I really applaud the carefulness of the show with lines like these. Robin isn’t the sole component of her Regina’s happy ending, but he is still part of it.

-I honestly forgot there was a standoff here between Tink and Regina and was thusly as shocked as the audience probably originally was!

-”A complicated history. That’s quite a diplomatic way of describing it.” Well, she is a queen and a bit more refined!

-How was there never an episode called “The Man with the Lion Tattoo?”

-You can see how well Lana plays Regina’s goodbye to Tinker Bell in the flashback. She starts out scared (As Tinker Bell suspected) and hesitant, but you see her Evil Queen persona come in, pulling off a wicked goodbye to ensure that she leaves.

-Blue, you are just the worst.

- “It’s too late for me.” ”Only if you kill me.” I wouldn’t even say that’s the point of no return. Half the people who came to Neverland have killed tons.

-Part of why I love season 3 is I love seeing groups strategize and work together and the payoff that comes with it. It’s such a satisfying sensation.

-So I love how Tink was so clearly gamed for tracking down for Regina but had NO idea about her companions! XD

-Felix says “Baelfire” so freakin’ creepily.

-You didn’t just ruin your life. You ruined his.” I actually hate this line. Robin’s life wasn’t ruined. Derailed, perhaps, but he was genuinely in love with Marian and Roland is the most precious child in the world!

Arcs - How Are These Storylines Progressing?

The Mission to Save Henry - This arc is moving so smoothly along! So far, every episode has progressed this in a natural way that still feels like a lot of progress was made and here is no exception. There’s a real momentum to this season and it’s chugging along well. I feel like we’re taking a big step forward and it’s making for quite the nice walk.

Regina’s Redemption - Regina’s redemption this season is progressing also quite smoothly! Here, she’s a mix of herself -- kind of an asshole at times, but focused and genuinely trying to do better. I feel like Regina’s redemption is starting to come into its own here. It makes sense that there was some turbulence in late Season 2, and now, it’s more settled, making the growth more gradual and at the same time, quick.

Emma Accepting Her Parents - We only get a brief bit of this while exploring Tink’s pad, but it’s incredibly effective to help further bridge the gap between Emma and Snow. Lack, whether it be family or material possessions, is such a big component of Emma’s pre-Storybrooke life and to see how Snow dealt with that in the past was a clever move!

Favorite Dynamic

Emma and Regina. “So what did you do to her?” First and foremost, this line just cracks me in the casual way it’s brought up. Emma’s casual shrug and drinking-buddy tone is honestly funny. But continuing on, Emma and Regina share an amazing scene together. Both ladies have this genuine moment of kindness, all the while completely staying in character. It’s not overly friendly, but it’s friendly enough and focused enough to be believable and powerful at the same time. It also says so much about Regina. Regina’s throwing herself in danger and risking never seeing her son again and so quickly defaults to Emma taking care of him and saving him. It’s really meaningful!

Writer

Jane Espenson is up for her first episode of Season 3, and she does an incredible job here. The writing is smooth. Any episode that has three plots across three different realms has the challenge of balancing and weighing screen time and Jane makes the whole episode feel as smooth as peanut butter. It’s also smooth in the respect that this episode requires the characters to make bold choices and take hard chances (Ex. Regina letting Tink take her, Robin letting Neal use Roland to summon the shadow) and she makes the dialogue work for her so that these decisions don’t feel too harsh on the audience. That’s an admirable trait.

Rating

10/10. This was a really enjoyable episode. Tinker Bell’s introduction and Regina’s character development is great! It’s enjoyable seeing more of the characters working together and getting closer to finding Henry. I used the word “smooth” a lot in this review, and that’s because it’s honestly true. This whole episode feels smooth, from its development to its storytelling, it feels like driving on a freshly paved road, and given the broad strokes of what happened here that wasn’t an easy thing to do.

Flip My Ship - The Home of All Things “Shippy Goodness”

Captain Swan - Regina’s definitely getting those CS feels!!! And why wouldn’t she when there’s a COCONUT sharing between these two?!

Outlaw Queen - It’s interesting that the music playing in the background as Regina sees Robin’s tattoo is something akin to the wedding march. A lot of the same notes are hit, though it’s not a 1:1.

Swan Fire - Neal’s regret in his speech is really heartwarming! He wants so badly to get back together and make things right.

Sleeping Warrior - *Starts crying from the unrequited feels like a baby who just had their candy stolen*

Swan Queen - As said before, I really like Emma and Regina’s scene together! There’s a growing sense of trust between them now and it adds a heartwarming undertone to the scene to the melancholy overtone of Regina splitting off from the group.

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Thank you for reading and to the fine folks at @watchingfairytales!!! <3

Next time, uggh, sorry for the tangent, but I can’t scratch my lotto ticket because I chewed my nails too much. Man, I really need to take care of this...nasty habit. ;)

See you guys then!

Season 3 Total (29/220)

Writer’s Scores: Adam and Eddy (9/60) Kalinda Vazquez (10/40) Andrew Chambliss (10/50) Jane Espenson (10/30)

Operation Rewatch Archives

[happinessisblooming]

Hey :-) for the ask thing: OUAT, CS and Emma Swan (or Killian, whichever you prefer doing)

001 | ONCE UPON A TIME

Favorite character: Emma and Killian (I Love them equally)

Least  Favorite character: Neal, Lily, Gothel (ugh to all 3)

5  Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): As far as romantic ships: Captain  Swan, Snowing, Anna & Kristoff, Outlaw Queen, Aladdin and Jasmine. But if we’re talking all kinds then: Captain Swan, Snowing, Captain Charming, Swan Believer, Daddy Charming & Emma.

Character I find most attractive: Killian. I also love Charming and August.

Character I would marry: Who wouldn’t want to marry Killian Jones. But Charming would be a great husband too.

Character I would be best friends with: Emma and Snow

a  random thought: Did the characters bring their cell phones to Camelot? If so did they get good service?

An  unpopular opinion: Overall the show was well constructed, up until the last 2 seasons. Also, although I have many issues with S7 and the premise and his overall story and relationships, character wise I like (don’t love) Wish Hook

My Canon OTP: Captain Swan (was there any doubt)

My Non-canon OTP: I think becasue I’ve read so many fics with this pairing I’d say Liam and Elsa

Most Badass Character: Emma. Killian and Charming

Most Epic Villain: Peter Pan

Pairing I am not a fan of: As far as canon pairing, I did not like Emma & Neal together at all

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): I think Regina is the most inconsistently written character and it made me dislike her a lot    

Favourite Friendship: Emma and Elsa, Killian and Charming

Character I most identify with: I identify with Emma and Snow in different ways

Character  I wish I could be: As far as her current life, Emma

002 | CAPTAIN SWAN:

When I  started shipping them: I wish I could say from the beginning, but I sort of watched Season 2 in a daze. But as soon as I rewathced Season 2 in the  summer and then saw their interactions in 3x1 and 3x2, I definitely thought this was the man I was waiting for to be paired with Emma.

My thoughts: Just like “A Happy Beginning” with them I have     everything. Cheesy I know, but their story is the most beautiful fairy tale     ever.

What makes me happy about them: Everything!! LOL. Their incredible chemistry  and the way their story unfolded in real time. It was the perfect combination  of fairy tale and modern love story.

What  makes me sad about them: That we did not get to see a few things such as  their first time making love and other domestic moments at the expense of  boring, unnecessary plot points or random moments for other character. ie was seeing the EQ and Zelena getting their nails done and gossping about Rumple really needed?

Things  done in fanfic that annoys me: When either Emma or Killian exhibit things that don’t match canon characteristics, such as having Emma be intimate with both men and woman, or making Killian quite harsh in talking to Emma.

Things I look for in fanfic: Fics that feel true to character no matter the     scenario, great description and dialogue, and being able to feel the     chemistry and feeling as if I was watching it.

My wishlist: I wish we could see a Captain Swan movie where we saw both their happy life together in Storybrooke and then them on another fantastical adventure. I would also love to see as secondary CS story where Wish Hook goes in search of Wish Emma (who exists damnit) and we see the two fall in love, with sort of flipped scenarios because that world was slightly skewed.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: NO ONE!! EVERY SINGLE VERSON of EMMA and KILLIAN BELONG TOGETHER and NO ONE ELSE!!

My happily ever after for them: They are living it. A Happy, peaceful life in  Storybrooke with their daughter with her parents and Henry and his family  nearby. I also like that the walls between worlds are gone, so they can visit the beanstalk, the middlemist field and others places for romantic reminiscing. I also would love for them to have more children, perhaps even adopt.

003 | Emma Swan:

How I feel about this character: I love her with all my heart. Emma is their crowning glory

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Killian. No one     else!!

My  favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Frozen Swan, Swan Believer, Daddy Charming

My unpopular opinion about this character: I don’t think I have any

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Although I loved their unique True Love moments, I wish she had gotten to share a True Love’s Kiss with Killian

Favorite  friendship for this character: Elsa and August

My crossover ship: I think she would be great friends with Juliet from Psych  and Sarah from Chuck

Send me an ask from this list

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Imagine spying on Rumple and Peter Pan (OUAT x reader)

Rumple sat drumming his fingers on the wooden plank attached by chains to the wall in his cell. The most entertainment he had was to sigh every fifteen minutes or so. “ ‘ello lad.” Rumple looked up to meet you, leaning in the wooden door frame in strange clothes. “I’d ask who you are…but I don’t care.” Rumple grinned showing his rotting teeth. “Not much to tell anyway.” You shrugged. “That’s quite a strange choice of clothes as well as a different accent, my dear. Dare I say it, I don’t think you belong here.” He gestured around him with his hands. You smirked. “No, I come and go as I please.” “So why here, sight seeing?” “No…” You looked at him. “I’m just curious.” Your smirk was gone as you eyed him intently before you took a step back and turned out of sight. The brief silence afterwards told Rumple you were gone. 

“You’re a lot younger than I expected.” Pan looked up from the fire to see you sitting on a log. “Well, well, well, I have a lot of questions for you.” “And I promise you’ll have more.” You smiled. “You? On Neverland? I certainly didn’t permit that.” He looked you up and down. “No, you didn’t, but here I am.” You paused. “I hope you’re not counting the shadow as security, he’s doing a terrible job.” “Why are you here? I imagine you’re here for a benefit?” “Hmm…not really.” You tilted your head. “Think of it as a family visit.” “You’re related to someone here?” “I’m related to you. Quite close in the family tree.” You smirked. Pan let out a laugh. “Oh I see.” “When I found out my grandfather was Peter Pan, I never expected him to be as young as you are. I thought that was just story. Then again, it could be worse, you could look ten like in the Disney adaption.” “I haven’t a clue what you’re on about.” Pan said simply, poking at the fire with a stick. “Sorry, I jump around time a lot. I tend to blab.” Pan raised his eyebrows in response. “Have you seen my son yet?” “I’ve seen the one locked away by the charmings, I’ve yet to visit the ‘Mr Gold’ one. Decided I’d meet you first, before I meet the next you.” “The next me?” “Future you and future dad. Haven’t visited Neal though, that’s a no go. I haven’t decided whether to go ahead and meet little Henry.” Pan gave no response, perhaps he had stopped listening, maybe he was bored. “Don’t you get bored here? The same place? All the time…or sorry, just ways. Time isn’t really a thing here right?” “You talk a lot.” Pan sighed. “I’m here for no other reason. Hey be happy, you know more about me than dad does. You like to one up him right?” “That’s the game.” “Yeah, sure. It’s all the same to me. Best be off, love.” Pan looked up and you were gone. 

You sipped your mocha in granny’s when you were met with a pleasant surprise. The bell rang and after a moment you turned to look at who had entered and did a double take. There taking a seat beside you on a stool was Henry and granny was already making hot chocolate for him. “Huh, didn’t think I’d bump into you here, even if this place is popular.” Henry looked at you with a puzzled expression. “Sorry…do I know you?” “Nope.” You looked away to take another sip. “Don’t worry ‘bout it. Your dad didn’t know me either.” “My dad?” “His dad gave me up, well before he lost Baelfire.” “Mr Gold?” “Yeah, he’s my dad.” “So we’re related.” “Yup.” “Why did Mr Gold give you up?” You shrugged. “Honestly kid? Haven’t the slightest idea, I don’t care though. I don't do the family thing.” You made a face at the thought before downing the remains of your mocha. "I'll see you around I guess." "Uhm...okay, bye?" Henry said as you grabbed your coat, putting it on as you walked out the door.

You weren’t seen for a while after that. In fact, quite a few forgot about you it had been so long.  “I miss the world above.” Pan said. “I’m sorry.” Rumple interrupted. “There’s nothing I can do.” “That’s a bit harsh don’t you think?”  The two turned to see you. “You barely let ‘em finish his sentence...dad.” You looked around.  “What are you doing here?” Rumple frowned. “You don’t seem surprised by what i called you.” “Don’t insult me, you think i wouldn’t find out?” You shrugged. “I didn’t think our great reunion would be in the underworld.” “...I won’t ask again.”  “I told you before, i’m curious. I wanted to see what i’m up against.” “Against?” Pan quirked a brow. “A play of words.” You smirked before turning toward the door.

[peter-pan-hoe]

Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood

song

MASTERLIST

I wasn’t really sure how to work with this. The problem I’m running into with a lot of these song fics and so yeah. It’s just a really long nonsense thing-o. I hope you enjoy.

word count: 2.5k

Song suggested by: @nevereverlandboys

Warning: Daddy issues, duh, just a general depressing vibe.

Go ahead and cry little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I’d do whatever I could do I’d run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues and I do too 

OUAT AU where Peter is Rumple’s son. Peter is abandonded by this father the Dark One and finds himself in Neverland where he makes a life for himself. He seems sad and depressed for a long time to the other lost boys until he meets Y/N.

I switched out Baelfire with Peter so I could follow that storyline.

Also this is about to get super depressing because Imma add in me own daddy issues xx

(I’m okay with what happened with my dad so yee)

Peter’s POV

He left me. My father left me to gain power. He left me to thrive as the Dark One. We were going to go somewhere he wouldn’t have to do that. He became the Dark One to protect me and that power ended up taking him from me.

We were to go to a realm where no magic was needed. It doesn’t even exist there. We could be a happy family just like before the darkness took him over.

But alas I s’pose it wasn’t meant to be.

When he released me into that portal I wasn’t taken to the world without magic. No in my fear I thought of the one place I was truly happy as a child. I thought of Neverland.

And so that is where the portal took me.

I made my life there, eventually returning to the Enchanted Forest not to find my father, but to find other boys like me, to find lost boys who didn’t receive the love and lives they deserved.

I took them back to Neverland with me to live a life of fun and brotherly love that would never end.

And yet I never lived up to the expectation I presented for them.

They were my lost boys, my brothers. I had brought them here to be happy and I rarely was.

One of the boys had asked me why there weren’t any girls on the island and I didn’t know how to respond. So I said:

   “Girls are different from boys so I don’t know if they’d like being here,”

The boy, Nibs, nodded and no one ever really spoke about it again. I’d stopped going out myself and employed the Neverland Shadow to go and retrieve lost boys on my behalf.

I became broodier, harsher, angrier.

I never really figured out why until I heard the call.

   “I believe,”

The voice was different to any lost boy who had called in the past.

That’s because it wasn’t a boy.

It was our first girl to call for the Shadow.

   “What am I to do about this?” his earie voice echoes in my head as he made his way over the trees and hovered above me.

   “Go get her!” I encouraged, confused that he asked me what he should do.

He never asked me such a thing before.

Perhaps because the caller was a girl.

I made my way to the beach to greet the girl once she was here. The boys would certainly be thrilled to have a girl on the island. Depraved little shits.

It took a while but I saw the shine in the sky telling me the Shadow was back with the girl.

I stood from my seat on a rock and waited patiently for them to land.

I could see the girls face as they floated through the air over the ocean towards the beach.

She looked content with being held by a mystical shoadow flying her over cold dark waters.

As the neared the shore her face changed.

She saw me and I thought it I that scared her but her sudden screaming and shouting proved to me that it was landing that made her afraid.

   “please put me down gently!” She cried, clinging desperately to the never slowing Shadow.

He did not do as she requested and dived to the ground releasing her from his hold a few metres from the ground.

   “I said GENTLY!” she screeched as she plummeted to the sand.

I blinked forward and caught her with a huff before she could land on the ground.

   “Thank you,” she smiled sweetly as I put her down.

She grumbled something to herself about how that was anything but gentle and picked up a rock from the ground.

   “That wasn’t gentle you JERK!” she piffed the rock at the Shadow, her (Y/H/L)(Y/H/C) flying around her as she did, but to no avail as while her aim was true, it went straight through him.

She’s got fire.

I like fire.

Y/N POV

This place was nice. Despite the rough landing I was already enjoying my new surroundings. Peter Pan had introduced himself to me with a cute smirk and lead me to a camp filled with other lost boys.

They quickly crowded round me like they’d never seen a girl before. It soon dawned on me that they had seen girls before just not for a very long time.

The all dove into a quite heated discussion about whether I would be a lost boy like them with no discrimination or Have my own title of lost girl.

   “Do I get a say in this?” I piped up.

   “Uhhh…” One of the boys looked between me and the boy beside him. “Does she?”

   “Just call her a lost boy and be done with it,” a tall grumpy boy said with his first smile since I’d gotten here.

   “Uhhh thanks?” I laughed awkwardly. “What do you guys do for fun around here?”

   “Capture the flag!”

   “Hide and seek!”

   “Truth or dare!”

   “Shut up Curly,”

   “You shut up,”

   “We should go swimming!”

   “YEAH!”

I laughed loudly at all the boys and their poor decision making skills.

   “Is everyone coming to the beach?” I asked.

   “Peter probably won’t but everyone else will,” The tall grumpy boy, Felix, explained to me.

   “Why not?” I looked across the campsite to the bog treehouse looking over the clearing. “Doesn’t he like swimming?”

   “He gets depressed sometimes,” Felix shrugged. “Usually whenever theres a new boy on the island. He never used to. But the last few decades or so he’s been super down,”

   “Can I go talk to him?” I turned hopefully to Felix.

He simply shurrged and followed the others to the beach.

I made my way to Peter’s treehouse and called up before climbing the ladder.

   “Peter?” I called. “I’m coming up to talk to you,”

when I got to the top he was waiting for me by the door to his little house.

   “What’s up?” he asked, concern across his elfish features. “Is everything okay?”

   “I was coming up here to ask you that,” I confessed. “The boys have gone swimming and when I asked if you’d be coming too, Felix said you’ve been depressed. Is there something specific bugging you or are you just flat?”

   “I guess it’s both,” he sighed.

I honestly hadn’t expected him to be so honest with me straight off the bat.

   “Do you wanna talk about it?” I moved beside him and leant on my elbows against the railing around the house.

   “Not really,” he said. “I’m not good at talking about my problems. bad memories of my father, y’know?”

   “Oh I know,” I laughed ironically at the negative thought intruding on my mind. “I know all too well,”

   “Do you want to talk it?” he asked me my own question.

��  “I’ve gotten over my daddy issues.,” I explained. “But if you would like I can tell you about it,”

   “I’m very curious by nature,” he smirked. “I would like to know about it if it won’t upset you,”

   “Well then how about you go first?” I smirked. “I’ll tell you my sob story if you tell me yours,”

   “You’re evil,” he chuckled. “I like it,”

He shook his head with another laugh before taking a deep breath, as if preparing himself.

   “Every time we have a newcomer to the island I’m reminded of how I got here,” he began. “Why I’m here instead of back home,”

   “Why are you here?” I said softly.

   “Because my father abandoned me,” he copied my actions and leant against the railing.

what he said surprised me and reminded me of my own abandonment issues.

   “Tell me about him,” I said.

   “Well,” he took a deep breath. “He never used to be a bad man. He became the Dark One. A very powerful dark sorcerer. The most powerful magic user ever heard of. But it wasn’t enough. His hunger for more power was consuming him and it upset me because he wasn’t like himself. I explained this to him and he agreed to travel with me to somewhere that had no magic, where he would revert back to himself,”

He moved back from the railing and motioned for me to follow him inside.

His little tree house was cute. Messy like you;d expect a teenage boy’s room to be but it had a nice feeling to the room.

He made himself comfortable on his windowsill.

I sat across from him on the same sill, swinging one leg on the outside and one on the inside.

   “When it came time to use a portal to get to this magic-less land, he was too afraid,” he continued.  “The portal opened and it pulled me in. And he let me fall through. But portals take you where you think of. And I wasn’t thinking of a place without magic. I was so afraid of falling though a portal alone, I’d just watched as my father willingly let go of my hand and allowed me to fall. And so I thought of one place I felt safe. Here. And the portal took me to Neverland,”

We were quiet for some time.

I wasn’t sure if he was going to continue.

My body moved before I could think. It was pure instinct.

I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

He stiffened in surprise before relaxing a little and putting one hand on my back.

  “What’s this for?” he asked quietly.

  “I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I just know what it’s like to feel abandonded by my father and so I did what I would have wanted someone to do for me,”

  “Your father left you?” his head turned towards mine even though I was still hugging him.

I pulled back and nodded, brushing some loose hair from my eyes.

  “When I was 12,” I told him, my face unreadable. “It was more or less my choice but he was the one who ceased contact completely,”

  “What happened?” he rearranged the way he sat so that he was straddling the window sill like me, his legs on either side of mine.

  “My father had always been absent,” I started. “He was always either travelling or just being stupid. I was all lies. He was avoiding taxes or whatever. Debt collectors,”

  “What a shit dude,” Peter laughed. then he looked guilty. “Sorry for interrupting,”

  “It’s alright,” I laughed. “But that’s why he was always traveling. It was to avoid debt collectors. And but the time I finally understood what he had been doing this whole time, he told me he’d be moving far away again. Only this time it would be permanent. He wouldn’t be travelling. He’d be living there,”

I looked out the window at the strange constellations in Neverland’s sky.

  “The place was called Woodside,” I went on. “It was a long trip from where I lived with my mother to get to Woodside. And my father told me that he wouldn’t make the effort to see me as often, and if I wanted to come see him then I would have to get a ride along with one of his friends when they went to see him,”

  “That’s so messed up,” Peter breathed.

I nodded.

  “I told him that if he wasn’t going to make the effort to see me, then I wouldn’t either,” my voice was gradually getting softer. “I told him I would contact him when I wanted to see him. Since I was meant to see him that weekend and I was upset at his moving plans and didn’t want to go. “And so either to spite me or just to further his efforts of debt avoidance, he changed all his contact information and didn’t even end up moving to Woodside. I haven’t spoken to him in years,”

  “Y/n I’m so sorry,” he reached forward and took a gentle grasp on my hands.

  “I guess we both have daddy issues huh?” I attempted to chuckle but it was more of a sob.

My throat had begun to ache from holding back tears.

  “I feel stupid,” I sniffed. “I haven’t gotten upset about this in ages, I don’t know why it’s affecting me like this now,”

  “Don’t feel stupid,” he let go of one of my hands to brush my hair behind my ear. “Go ahead and cry if you need to. It obviously matters to you, what he did. If you were my little girl I’d do anything to see you happy. And I think that comes from my abandonment issues,”

  “Thanks Peter,” I smiled. “I thought I was over it. I guess not,”

  “It’s okay to cry,” he said with a gentle smile. “I guess that’s why we get along so well so quickly. ‘Cause you’ve got daddy issues, and I do too,”

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