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On My Own (Harry Hook) Part Three

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

“You swore you’d never hurt me”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four


“Harry Hook is coming to Auradon.”

You woke up in a cold sweat while the stars were still out and the moon was still shining. You checked the clock sitting beside your bed and sighed. Three o’clock in the morning. You had roughly six hours until Uma, Harry, Gil, and their wharf rats arrived. Great.

Glancing over to make sure Lonnie was still asleep, you silently moved over to the window seat, staring up at the night sky. Sighing, you slid on a pair of shoes and snuck out of the dorm room, following a path engraved in your head. About a week after you first got to Auradon, when you were feeling more than a little homesick, you used a spell taught to you by your father, Dr. Facilier, to find your way up to the roof where you could just barely see some of the ocean.

Sitting down on the blanket you had brought, you stared at the small sliver of ocean visible to you from the high rooftop. It was times like this you couldn’t help but let your mind wander back to Harry. You were still surprised he accepted the offer to come to Auradon, but something told you he only did it because Uma told him to. Some small, dying part of you wished for the reason he accepted to be because of you, but you knew it was a lie. Harry Hook was a lot of things. A liar, a psychopath, murderer, deranged. But, a romantic was not one of them.

You slowly laid back, staring up at the stars. “Second star to the right, and straight on till morning,” You mumbled to yourself before laughing slightly. A certain friend of yours, a hat wearing, hook wielding friend, once told you those directions. Apparently, that was where the Jolly Roger, his father’s ship, once sailed the seas. He talked about visiting the place called Neverland a lot, to see the boy that never grew up. The one that defeated his father.

He never told you, but you could sense the true meaning behind his words. The reason he actually wanted to go to Neverland; to finally defeat Peter Pan, to prove that he was stronger than Captain James Hook.

You couldn’t help but think that whatever insidious plan Uma and her first mate had brewing would prove even more than that.


“Well, isn’t this just a warm welcome?”

You stood in front of Auradon bright and early that morning, glaring out of the corner of your eye at the King as Uma and her lackeys stepped out of the limousine. Fair Godmother and Ben exchanged gleeful glances as the band slowly died down.

“Hey, Guys. I’m King Ben of Auradon and I welcome you to Auradon Prep!” Ben introduced, reaching his hand out to shake the hand of one of the wharf rats’ (Sylvester Smee if memory serves you right). Immediately his hand was knocked aside by the rugged pirate with a glare. “Don’t touch me,” He sneered at the King.

“We do not take that kind of tone here, Young Man!” Fairy Godmother shot back, giving him a stern look.

“Yeah, Keep your mouth shut, Sylvester,” Uma added, giving him a lethal smile. The boy just cowered before slinking back of the very back of the huddle of pirates. You could feel Doug’s relief from where he stood with the band. He didn’t have to deal with showing them around and explaining the classes to the Villains this time. Oh no, that job was stuck with you…

“Come on, Y/N, if anyone knows how to control those pirates it’s you!” Ben had said as you stood in his office, still soaking in the fact he was bringing some of the lowest form of evil into Auradon in the form of a sea witch and her two minions.

You shook your head at the boy stubbornly. “No way, Ben. I’m not getting stuck with that group of rats. Not if you promised me a golden horse.”

“What about a golden minifridge?”

Turns out he didn’t mean golden as in the minifridge was made of gold, rather the minifridge was painted a gold color. You ended up giving it to Evie to keep her special chemicals at the perfect temperature.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice all of the people staring at you expectantly. Your face flushed red as you stared back at Ben. “What did I miss?”


“And here is where you will be attending your remedial goodness classes, taught by Fairy Godmother herself,” You announced, stopping at a set of doors that led to a room you had become very acquainted with.

“What’s remedial goodness?” Gil asked with a curious look.

“You’ll be taught the rights and wrongs. Like no poisoning, killing, or stabbing someone with a hook,” You replied swiftly, not sparing a glance to the pirate clad in red leather that was standing at the back of the group, though you could feel his eyes boring into you.

“No hooking?” Harry whined, slinking over to where you stood. “But that’s my speciality.”

“I thought scaring was your speciality?” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at the pirate. He smirked slightly, curling his arm around your shoulders, “Yer talking to a man of many talents, lass.”

You scoffed, pushing the brunet away, “ The girls’ dormitories are that way, the boys’ are that way, just follow the signs. You’ll find your name engraved on a plaque outside of your designated room, all rooms and roommates are final. No switching,” You instructed, motioning to opposite sides of the school. “That’s the end of our tour, if you have any questions feel free to find me or Ben and ask.”

The group of pirates slowly dispersed, leaving just Harry, Uma, and Gil standing in front of you. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “Yes?”

“We aren’t staying in separate dorms. Put us in a dorm together,” Uma demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. Your eyebrows shot up. This witch.

“As I clearly stated, all rooms and roommates are final. No switching. The rules state no more than two to a dorm, and girls and guys can’t share dorms,” You stated blandly, not in the mood to deal with the pirates before you.

“Yeah, well, we’re villains. We don’t do rules. You should know that, seeing as you were once one yourself, before you turned your back on evil like the rest of those pansies,” Uma shot back. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh, if you want to go against the rules you can gladly return to the Isle, it won’t hurt my feelings at all. Otherwise, shut your lobster trap and get to your dorms.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Harry move to go toward you, only to be stopped by Uma. “Harry, chill.” She muttered, eyes boring into yours coldly before whipping around and walking in the direction of the girls’ dorms.

“You’re messing with the wrong pirates, Lass,” Harry seethed, whipping around and yanking Gil to the boys’ dorms.

“Bye, Y/N!” Gil called out, giving you a happy wave before he disappeared.

Do you think Fairy Godmother would let me graduate a few years early?


“Look at her over there, acting like she’s so much better than us,” Uma growled, watching you angrily from across the courtyard. She slammed her fist on the picnic table, startling the son of Gaston. He shook his head, turning back to building a mashed potato sculpture. But, moments later, a tray was slammed down on the table, demolishing the masterpiece.

“This place is so borin’ I want to hook meself,” The son of Captain Hook grumbled, plopping down beside Gil. 

“My sculpture…” Gil whined slightly, desperately attempting to fix the pile of potatoes.

“It’s like she forgot she was one of us mere months ago,” The sea witch continued, ignoring her two companions. Harry followed her gaze before a low growl left his lips at the sight of the Darling boy obviously flirting with you.

“I’m gonna hook him,” He stated matter-of-factly, standing from his seat. Uma scowled, yanking the brunet pirate back down. “Don’t get distracted,” She gritted out, giving him a stern glare.

“You know what you have to do.”

Harry Hook paused, before giving nod,“Yes, Captain.”

A/N: Soo, whaddya think?

Secrets & Betrayal

Requested by @fallenfairy16

Note: I started typing this up as soon as I read your message - I am amazed at how quickly some ideas come to me sometimes lol! (hence the delay in actually replying to your message). Hope this answers your request!

Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 1020

Warnings: Nothing other than a small amount of unwanted advances.

You thought you had been careful, that no one would ever find out, but you hadn’t taken into consideration the fact that Tinkerbell had seen you numerous times. The ex-fairy was close to Pan, had always been trusted by him, so you were not surprised at all that she had gone running to him. She had always wanted him to like her. It was quite pathetic how much she ran to him actually.

There is no such thing as a secret.”

You are standing before Peter himself, in the camp that he had allowed you to stay in with his Lost Boys, but instead of wandering it freely as you once did you find yourself tied to a tree with rope that he had made appear out of nowhere with a simple wave of his hand. The look in his eyes is the darkest you have ever seen and given that you have seen him mad on more than one occasion this is definitely something new and something rather terrifying for you too.

You have seen first-hand what he was capable of when he was angry.

“I have never had many rules on this island [y/n], you know that, but what was the FIRST thing I said to you when I gave you a home here?”

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If You Only Believe / Peter Pan (OUAT) Fanfiction

PART 4 (Part 3 is here)

Word count: 1264

Warnings: Fluff, smut, violence, self hate, possessive/obsessive!pan

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Since Pan’s game you haven’t talked to him that much. You don’t even know what to think of just that. Your first night in Neverland was spent by you not sleeping – up your hut, down your hut, up your hut, down your hut – but pacing. It calmed you down and somewhat in the morning you actually slept for a few hours before waking up to the ‘Lost Boy routine’, which was rather eventful, in a entertaining, fun way.

In your second night, Pan visited you for a minute. He handed you a notebook.

„Since you had to leave your diary in your hometown, I thought it was just right, that I get you a replacement.“

After thanking him, he gave you a smile and and left again. Why is he that nice just at SOME times? Since that night you kept the notebook for a log, you didn’t want to keep secrets written down, remembering what happened the last time you wrote personal things down. In this notebook you just keep track of your days and activities.

You are on this island for nine days now and feel like you integrated well. You found a few people that have potential to become friends, yet you haven’t seen a single girl except yourself. That is probably the reason for the Lost Boys staring so much, some even catcalling you. Every of the Lost Boys stares, actually. The only one you haven’t noticed staring is Pan…

The only reason you have never cought Pan staring is him being a very sneaky person. He knows when to look and how to do it. Obviously, his eyes are everywhere on this island. That, you don’t know, though. You also don’t know how furious Pan gets whenever he hears the catcalls and sees the boys looking at you 'in the wrong way’. You don’t know how hard it is for Pan to not to pay special attention to you and repress the things you do to him.

Anyways, you wake up at the usual time of 9 AM. You get ready for being stared at by putting on a white tank top and a pair of green hot pants. You pull up your hair into a bun and walk out to the camp to grab breakfast. The boys already sit around camp eating. You grab some food and sit down next to a few of your mates, Jimmy (Whyever he want everyone to call him that, his actual name is John) and Aaron.

„Do you guys know why Pan isn’t here yet? I have never seen a morning without,“ you are interrupted by a finger tipping on your shoulder. You turn around to see a smirking Pan.

„Missed me, Y/N?“

You roll your eyes and punch him in the biceps, damn.

„Of course I missed you already, Peter! I love you that much!“ You both chuckle to yourselves, meanwhile Pan cocks an eyebrow. He leaves you and your mates alone and goes to eat breakfast himself.

During breakfast Pan makes his common announcments, only that today the chores he gives th boys are way less chores than usual. And you get to have a free day, just like some of the other boys.

„You might have noticed there’s not much to do today.“ Pan starts. „The reason for that is that today we do something for Y/N. I bet she even misses doing it. Today, we will go to the fields and play some football. If you don’t play, you’ll take over some of the chores.“

You look at Pan with a huge smile on your face. Why is he so nice today?

You go back to your hut to change into something more comfortable to play football in and search through your dresser for football shorts. You quickly find a pair of gray ones and put them on. You meet Pan and the Lost Boys at the field. Pan and Jimmy are to pick your teams. Pan starts.
“Y/N, I want you.”

Yes, we’ll make the other team cry! You smirk at the way he said he wants you and wiggle your eyebrows at him, he rolls his eyes and chuckles. You walk behind him and analyse the teams that are being built.
The teams are built equally strong, or so everyone thinks. None of the boys know that you played football in your school’s first team. And so goes the game. You surprise everyone with you rather high skills, humiliate some of the boys who thought you’d be an easy target. The only problem you have is the body-mass of some of the bigger guys.

As the match is over you walk up to Pan.

„Thank you for that.“ You smile brightly. „I really missed playing football; plus is was really funny humiliating all those butch lads.“

Pan grins in return. Finally, he laughs.

„For you, Y/N, I would do anything.“ He winks. How you love this playful flirting; you don’t take it any bit serious, though.

You decide to take a shower. After that you put on some clean clothes. You choose a pair of dark jeans and a green flannel. Later you go for a walk around the forest, the way you always go when you’re bored in the evenings.

„Hey Y/N!“ Jimmy approaches you.

„Hey there, Jim.“ You wave back at him. „Wanna walk with me?“

And you’re on your way through the forest with Jimmy. He doesn’t talk much, which is fine to you; it’s a confortable silence.

„Y/N, can I kiss you?“ Jimmy turns to you, you see the redness of his face even in the faint lighting. „I mean, not wanting to sound weird. I just have never kissed someone before and I thought… oh, nothing. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…“ he turns his face away from you.

Though you find this pretty hilarious, you are flattered. It’s adorable, how he is getting uncomfortable. You decide to relieve him from his awkwardness and grab his cheeks. You give him a two second peck on the lips and back off again. Your face still close to Jim’s, you look into his eyes. He looks both scared and excited. You kiss him again, this time ersting your arms around his neck. He quickly kisses you back and puts his hand on your waist. You are surprised that he knows how to kiss you back and let out a slight moan against his lips. In return, he groans.

Soon you let off of his lips and start kissing his neck, meanwhile he starts to unbutton some of the buttons of your shirt.

Quickly things start to get heated; you take off his shirt, he rips yours off of your body, you unzip his jeans and let your hand slip in, palming his member through his boxers.

You both get fully undressed and get everything going.

What none of you realise is that Pan sees you two doing what you’re doing. He stands near you and Jimmy, just far enough away to no be seen immediatly. Pan gets furious, he does not like what he sees. All he can think of is how much he wants to be in Jim’s place, but doing a better job than him. He thinks about how you two flirted since day one and questions wheter you think about him while having sex with Jim. He wants you to think of him, no matter how odd that seems.

'This will have consequences…’ Is all that crosses his mind as he angryly runs back to his cabin.

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King Of The Poisoned Youth - Chapter TWO

Find CHAPTER ONE here.

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Take Note: “➶ ➶ ➶ ➶ ➶ ➶” means the Point Of View is not Raven’s.

CHAPTER TWO

I urged my sore legs to move faster once I heard rushing water up ahead. So Pan was telling the truth. I’d been trekking through thick forestation for what seemed like hours now, becoming nauseous due to only seeing trees, undergrowth, trees, and more trees all around me for the far as I could see. The heat of this jungle had made my skin slick with sweat and my bruised body made it all the more miserable. More than once I thought I’d gone off course and maybe started walking in a different direction than northwest as Pan had directed, but even then I kept heading forward. Just in case my senses were wrong, because I didn’t remember turning or anything like that. And now, the sound of the river was like heaven to my ears.

I broke from the trees and sprinted forward, my exhaustion-induced daze evaporating as I saw the river rushing before me. Crouching on the bank, plunging my cupped hands into the water, I drank thirstily, loudly gulping as the water dribbled down my chin and neck. The cool water refreshed my parched mouth, washing away the taste of salt. I could feel the strength returning to my body with each swallow. After a couple minutes, I finally stood up, drying my hands on my pants. So Pan did help me, I thought. I wondered why. An odd thing to do, considering he attacked me just for the fun of it. I splashed some water onto my arm where he’d cut me, wiping off the dried blood, pondering over this.

Shadows lengthened over the forest floor; the sun was setting, and I wasn’t about to find out what kind of animals roamed this jungle at night. A little ways from the river I found a couple of large boulders in the midst of very thick, long vegetation. With the sun almost completely behind the trees now, I guess it’d have to do. I nestled between the boulders, hidden in the dense undergrowth.

I watched as what little sky that I could see through the canopy of leaves turned from a fiery orange to a diluted purple to dark blue, in which the first stars appeared. The black took over not only the sky but settled in the jungle, between every trunk. Though I was exhausted and sore all over, I was a long ways from falling asleep.

I folded my arms over my knees whilst still holding the dagger in one hand, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Emptiness ate away at my insides, along with a sadness that hurt my heart immensely. It was all too much—why couldn’t I remember anything? Not one thing at all? I dug in the darkness of my thoughts, trying to find a crack to any tendril of my past. Nothing.

I stayed like this for a long time, going over everything that had happened today. What occupied most of my thoughts was Pan. He was strange, dark, intriguing, and undoubtedly dangerous. I wondered when I’d see him again. As of right now, he was the only person in the entire world that I knew. Isn’t that just perfect. This sank me deeper into my misery.

Over time, my eyes began to feel too heavy to keep open. My thoughts became sluggish, my dagger drooped. I fell asleep.


Something rustled in the undergrowth. My eyes snapped open and fear sliced through me. I jerked to alertness, lifting my dagger outwards, listening for more sounds.

Another rustle, this time fainter. I sat up fully, all traces of tiredness gone. My heart thudded against my rib cage. I slowly moved to a crouch, ready to fight or flee. I scanned the trees around me but saw nothing, and I heard nothing else.

After minutes of silence, the presence of a threat faded. But I stayed alert and weary. I told myself it was just some harmless animal, maybe a deer. But now I was wide awake and scared.

Forests at night really creep the hell out of me.

Not long after, the sky began to lighten with dawn, and I immediately felt a lot more at ease as daylight took over. I got up and stretched the stiffness out of my muscles, then made my way to the river for another drink. My stomach growled, so I decided I’d scavenge for food while looking out for signs of…Pan? Other people? Both, I guess.

I kept close to the river, not straying far from it. After about half an hour of searching, I found a bush with some blackberries. I picked all of them off, hungrily stuffing them into my mouth. But it was not enough and did hardly anything to dilute my hunger.

As I stood up, I noticed that the grass around the bush was flattened and scuffled as if it’d been walked all over. Curious, I followed the crushed undergrowth, realizing it led to a trail. It looked like more than one person had been here. My heart sped up with excitement and I followed the faintly-visible path into the forest. It became harder to distinguish the deeper I went, and as my eager haste slowed down, I came to my senses. What was I doing? I had no clue if the people who’d been here were friendly or hostile. And after encountering Pan, I went for the latter. Who knows, maybe this trail wasn’t even made from people; it could very well be from animals.

“You look lovely this fine morning, Raven.”

Startled, I whipped around and saw Pan crouched on the low branch of a tree, his hand resting on the branch above. “Sleep well last night?”

“Pan!” I exclaimed, though it sounded more like a question.

He swung down from the branch and landed in front of me without losing even the slightest bit of balance. “The one and only.” He puffed his chest.

I instinctively reached for my dagger. Pan saw me and raised his hand a little. “No need for that, laddie.”

“With you in my presence, I can’t count on that I’ll be safe,” I said.

“Fair enough.” He grinned.

“So you agree?” I went ahead and pulled my dagger all the way from its sheath. “I’m not safe with you?”

“I didn’t say that,” Pan cocked a brow.

“So I am safe with you?” I eyed him skeptically.

“I didn’t say that either.”

I made an exasperated expression. “If you’re planning on attacking me again, I swear—”

“Is that all you ever think of me?” Pan cut me off. “That all I want to do is attack you?”

“It’s reasonable,” I shrugged. “considering that’s what you did with no warning yesterday.”

“One time,” he flashed a slight smile again. “Don’t make it two.”

“Is that a threat?” I held my dagger up to my shoulder with it pointed at a downward angle.

“Do you see it as a threat?” he asked, putting an amount of fake innocence in his voice.

“Maybe. Why are you here?” I narrowed my eyes.

“Why not?” Pan walked in a half-circle around me, and I turned to follow his every move. “Question, do you still not remember anything?” he asked.

“Just my name,” I told him.

Pan chuckled, grinning in that same way that made me believe he was thinking something twisted. Was that my pulse speeding up? “What’s so funny?” I demanded.

“What do you plan on doing today?” he ignored my question.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “What do you plan on doing today?”

“Nothing of your concern,” he said.

“Then I can say the same.”

“Except for the fact that you don’t have any plans,” Pan tilted his head, still smiling. “I’d advise you to head upriver, Raven. Get as far upriver as you can today. Don’t stray and don’t linger.”

“And what if I want to go back to the shore?” I objected, just to defy him, if nothing else.

“Waste of time,” Pan stated simply. “Upriver is a lot more plentiful in food.”

I held his gaze, unwavering, though I wanted to look away. His eyes were so piercing, so dark, and they bore into mine, just waiting for me to react. “Are you the only one who calls Neverland your home?” I asked suspiciously, averting my gaze down to the trail of trampled undergrowth. To my surprise, it was gone. I whirled around, searching for it, but it was like it was never there.

“Something wrong, love?” Pan asked casually.

“I could’ve sworn there was a trail here,” I explained. “It was just here.”

“Guess you saw wrong.”

“No, I’m certain there was a little path!” I insisted. “It’s like it just…disappeared.”

Pan let out a puff of amusement. “And you call me crazy?”

I glared at him. “You’ve given me that impression.”

“Well, let me be a lad and leave you with something better to remember me by.” Pan moved closer until we were separated by nothing more than a shallow margin of air. A flush crept up my face and a flurry of nervousness erupted inside my stomach. His face was too close to mine for comfort—his whole body, actually—and he stared down at me with a daring smirk.

I pulled away from him abruptly, taking many steps back. “Yeah, like what?” And for some reason unknown to me, I slid my dagger back into its sheathe. Was I showing him that I wasn’t afraid? I didn’t even know.

“By helping you, what else?” Pan arched an eyebrow in meaning. He knew what else and I had a good guess too.

“Like I said before, head upriver and don’t stray far.” He paused before adding, “You’ll thank me later.” Then he vanished into thin air without a trace left behind to prove he was ever there. Just like the trail. I blinked a couple times, looking around.

Sighing, I started walking back to the bank. Pan helped me find the river in the first place, so I was going to take his word about heading upriver. I still didn’t trust him fully, and I would stay cautious, but he knew Neverland better than I ever would. And he was the only person I knew at all. “Yeah, okay, I’m listening to you,” I muttered aloud. “Doesn’t mean I trust you. And I don’t think I ever will.” That was an empty sentence.

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“Pan!” A tall, cloaked boy with a vivid scar stretching across his face hurried up to his leader. “I’m glad you’re finally back. Pirates on the island,” he said, halting.

“I’m well aware, Felix,” Pan replied coolly. “I was just on my way to confront them.”

“Alone?” Felix frowned.

“Yes,” Pan confirmed. “Hook is back. You remember that one, don’t you, lad?”

Out of habit of hearing Hook’s name, Felix touched the scar on his face. “I wouldn’t forget that dirt-eating scum in a lifetime,” he growled.

“Yeah, well, I’m going to pay him a little visit.” Pan said. “I have a feeling you will too, soon, but not today.”

Felix nodded solemnly, adjusting his grip on the club that rested on his shoulder.

“I take that the Lost Boys have followed my orders and are staying well away from the river?” Pan inquired.

“Of course, Pan,” Felix dipped his head, then his mouth edged up in a crooked smile. “No one dares disobey you.”

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Pan stood in the shadows of the trees, watching the pirates climb out of their little row boats and onto the shore. Their swords glinted in the moonlight. The Jolly Roger was anchored a ways off, a giant, looming ship on the horizon. Raven had started her trek upriver like he’d told her, and he knew she wouldn’t be able to see the top of the ship masts over the treetops by now.

The first pirate that had jumped off the boat and into the sand stood scanning the treeline. The large, leather coat and the hook that shone silver in the moonlight in the place where a hand should be, made him unmistakable.

“Hook!” Pan called cheerfully, casually strolling out of the shadows of the jungle. “It’s been awhile, hasn’t it, lass?”

”Aye, that it has.” The sleep-deprived pirate unsheathed his sword. “It’s not a surprise to see you, Peter Pan.” His deep voice dripped with loathing. “Where are your Lost Boys?”

“I came alone,” Pan said, stopping a little ways in front of him. “Scout around if you don’t believe me.”

Hook cast a glance back at his crew, then flicked his head toward the jungle. “Don’t ever trust a word Pan says,” he ordered. “Keep an eye on the treeline.”

“What brings you back here, Captain?” Pan questioned. The glint in his eyes told Hook that Pan had a good guess already.

“I lost a mate at sea,” Hook growled, reluctant to give away any information. Half of him knew it was pointless, because Pan knew everything that went on around Neverland, but the other half of him still held onto that shred of hope that his daughter had managed to stay hidden from Pan and his Lost Boys, and that he would find her soon—tomorrow, if luck was on his side.

“Lost a mate at sea, eh?” Pan repeated. “And what makes you think he’s here? You’re risking a lot for just a mate. Last time I checked, your crew were there at your disposal. Didn’t realize how much you really cared. It’s risking a lot coming here for one easily-replaceable mate, mate.”

“Get out of my way,” Hook growled. Every word was laced heavily with malice.

“Maybe I can help,” Pan suggested lightly.

“Never going to happen,” Hook stated blatantly (gif).

Pan didn’t relent. “Tell me, what does your matie look like, Captain?”

“I said get out of my way,” Hook snarled, raising his hook threateningly.

Pan idly smiled down at the hook as if it were nothing more than a mere stick. “Does she have long, dark hair? Hauntingly entrancing dark eyes? Fair skin? Slender legs? A dagger that never leaves her side?”

The horror on Hook’s face was quickly shielded by rage as his worst fear was proved true: Pan had his daughter. “Bloody hell,” he spat venomously.

“A scar on her thigh?” Pan went on, arching his eyebrows.

“How in the devil’s name do you know about that?” Emotions of hatred and fury trembled through Hook with such strength his knuckles turned white gripping the handle of his sword—it took all he had to not lunge for Pan right then.

“Back dimples?” Pan grinned risquély. He was taking sick pleasure in provoking Hook like this. 

“Where is she?” Hook roared, lurching forward.

Pan disappeared and reappeared farther away, and Hook whirled around to face him.

“Is she with me?” Pan tilted his head, raising his eyebrows in mock-concern.

Hook’s vision started to spot in black he was so furious. “Raven would never—”

“Save it,” Pan interrupted. “You won’t be seeing your precious little girl anytime soon. She doesn’t remember you.”

The blood in Hook’s veins turned to ice and his sword almost dropped from his hands. He started to breathe heavily. “What in the devil’s name did you do to her?” His voice was much quieter now but it still held a strength of enmity. He was in a state of shock, denial.

“I didn’t do anything,” Pan said. “She simply awoke here on this very shore, with no memories whatsoever. I’m afraid you’re a little late in coming to her rescue. I got there first. She doesn’t remember who she is. She doesn’t know you. She only knows me.” He gave a moment to let that sink in, grinning demonically. “Tell me, Hook, why did you keep her secret from me? That’s not very nice.”

Hook seethed. “You know exactly why I never told you about Raven.”

“Well, I’ve got to give you credit, that was a good choice.” Pan admitted. “But now it’s my turn to have a little fun.” His eyes were alight with a wicked rapture. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a girl here in Neverland? You won’t find her. Not if I don’t want you too. That gives me all the time in the world to play some…delightful games.” Then he vanished into thin air.

With a roar that shook the trees and made a flock of birds take flight into the night sky, Hook ran forward and plunged his sword into the sand where Pan had just been standing. Then he crumpled to his knees, clutching his hand on the sword’s hilt and resting his forehead against it. His shoulders shook in a sob and he closed his eyes tight, his face clenched with pain.

His crewmates milled around their Captain, unsure of what to do. They had never seen Hook cry over anything before. Not even when Raven’s mother was killed, for he had grieved in private. Hook never let any weakness show—especially crying.

But here he was, and he couldn’t care less that his cheeks were now wet with his tears for everyone to see.

He had just been broken.

3

Request: Imagine where you come to Neverland when Baelfire is there and you befriend him, and then the shadow takes you away from Neverland because thinks you’re making Peter weak because the shadow told you that Peter loves you and then you somehow end up in Storybrooke and you go with Regina, Hook, Emma, Rumplestiltskin, and the Charmings to get Henry back and Peter is mad at you and sees that you’re still young after all this time and he finds out that you made a deal with someone for eternal youth?(A/N: I changed the deal for eternal youth, but the reader is still eternally young. This will be probably be split into parts)

Part 2

Part 3

You knew better than to be out at night. Neverland was more dangerous at night. You knew that, but you heard something. Getting out of your private tree house, you walked softly across the camp.

At least you had separate sleeping arrangements. The boys would make you stay. In the dark jungle, you couldn’t see very well, but you heard someone. A really familiar voice called, “Y/N.”

Maybe it was a bad idea. Oh well, too late.

The voice led you deep into the forest. There, a fire was lit. Shadows danced on the trees. Before you could react, one that looked like a shadow that belonged to a boy your age lunged at you.

Shadows shouldn’t be able to carry you. It should have been impossible that you were flying away from Neverland with a shadow. Not wanting to leave, you tried to break free, but the invisible grip from its smoky hands tightened. The same voice from before came from the shadow with white lights for eyes. “Girls aren’t allowed. You’re making Pan weak.”

Peter Pan had saved you from your nightmare of a home. When you were a baby, your parents had offended a witch. She apparently turned and requested you.

Your parents had no choice, so you were taken and raised by a witch. You couldn’t remember what you had done, but the angry witch cursed you to never have a home and be lonely for your whole life.

You outlived everyone. You never aged, but you never told anyone since Neverland prevented aging anyway.

Pan never knew. He found you by yourself and didn’t ask. The only thing he asked was if you were lost.

Wind rushed through your hair. You struggled more, but it was pointless. “He can’t love,” the Shadow growled, “Love is weak.” You froze at the mention of love. Pan rarely implied that he liked you as a person. Now, the Shadow that was taking you from your home was talking about love?

Neverland became a speck. Night turned to day and bright lights blinded you. “Where are you taking me?” You demanded.

“Where you’ll be powerless.” All of the sudden, the Shadow dropped you in the middle of a forest. Branches cut into your arms, drawing blood. You landed on your back in a bank of snow.

Weather on Neverland never changed. There were few storms and no snow. You gathered the white snow in your hands. It sparkled in the daylight. “Hello?” A male called.

You turned suddenly. “Hello?” You called back.

A man with brown hair and blue eyes came out the woods. He wore strange clothes. “Are you okay, Miss?” He asked. When you didn’t respond, the man reassured, “Don’t worry, I’m the Sheriff of Storybrooke.”

The words meant nothing to you. “Uh, is that where I am?”

“Yeah,” the man informed, “I heard your little tumble. Come on. Let’s get those bandaged up.” The man introduced himself as Sheriff Graham. Once the sticky things were over your wounds, he took you to the Mayor of Storybrooke.

She looked actually confused. “Who is she? I’ve never seen her.”

“This is Y/N,” Graham introduced, “Y/N, this is Regina Mills. I found her in the woods after falling down.”

“Really?” Regina seemed actually confused, “Well, she’d be more than welcome to stay here until her parents claim her.”

You knew that your parents were dead and no one was coming, but the offer was too good. You were still scared after leaving Neverland. Wishing you were there, you noticed Regina dismissing Graham and calling her son, Henry, in. “Henry, this is Y/N,” she told the younger boy, “She’ll be living with us for a while.”

Henry smiled at you and showed you his book in his room. You told him your story, which he believed instantly.

You met Mr. Gold, who was actually Rumpelstiltskin. He was in Neverland to take Baelfire with him. You remembered being scared for your friend, but he grew up. Mr. Gold definitely recognized you, although he didn’t say anything.

Things got really interesting, about three years later, when his mom, the Savior, came. Emma Swan broke the curse that made the citizens of Storybrooke forget their fairy tale counterpart.

Pan hadn’t tried to find you in all that time. You almost forgot about Neverland until Henry was taken there. You were certain that Pan just wanted him as a Lost Boy. Once his family came, he would give him back.

You jumped at the chance to go to Neverland. The way you were smiling made Emma suspicious, but Hook just looked at you with pity. He knew that the Neverland they were going to wasn’t the one that you knew.

After the little encounter with mermaids, you were puzzled. They never usually hurt anyone on purpose. When the island came in sight, you looked at it with confusion. Sure, it was night, but why did the island look so terrifying?

Little boys would visit there in their dreams. The island had turned into a place of nightmares. When you went to bed, all you could hear was the sound of children crying. It was awful.

Deciding to make the same mistake twice, you wandered off into the dark jungle. That time, you had brought a small dagger that Emma gave you.

The branches rustling made you uneasy and jumpy. Suddenly, a familiar pair of green eyes met yours with uncertainty. The boy flew away a few feet, giving you a chance to see him. “Y/N?”

peterpan! luke showing up at your window at the same time every night to tell you about neverland and whatever mischief the lost boys had been getting into and when its time for him to leave he lingers on your window seal with a frown on his face whispering “I wish you’d come with me.” but he knew you wouldn’t, you couldn’t leave your home no matter how badly you wished to experience neverland just once. and suddenly his visits would become further and further apart until one day they just stopped and you couldn’t help but wait up for him. staying awake until the sun began to creep up from behind the clouds. this went on for a week straight before you finally gave up hope. you had almost forgotten about him until the night before your 18th birthday when a knock at your window ripped you from your slumber. you’d stare at him through the glass before slowly opening the window and hed swoop in, settling himself next to you on the window seat. he looked the same, blond hair laying flat and slightly curled, his blue eyes bright and charming, his pixie nose scrunching up when you pulled at the green fabric of his shirt. “you stopped coming.” you say, taking in his rosy cheeks and porcelain skin. “i know.” you stay silent, waiting for him to say something else. “tomorrow’s your birthday.” “tomorrow’s my birthday.” he’d give you a sad smile. “i know you aren’t gonna change your mind but, i thought i’d give you another chance..” you’d watch him adjust his hat and brush his bangs off his face. “you know my answer.” he’d nod at this, kissing your cheek and climbing out your window and onto the roof just outside of it. “well, i guess this is goodbye for good.” the sun was about to rise soon, the sky changing hues from black to blue. “i guess it is.” he nods, his eyes growing wide before he raises his hand to pull the red feather from his hat. he offers it to you and you graciously take it. “just remember, second star to the right and straight on till morning.” and then he was gone.

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Anon request: Can you do one with Peter Pan as Hero/Good Guy? (A/N: so i just added to this a bit with the pirate bit. Hope it’s fine!)

You had only just been taken to Neverland. The jungle was about as familiar as the names of most of the Lost Boys were. It was no surprise that you weren’t able to find your way back to camp.

All of the boys were at training, something you didn’t really understand. Neverland seemed so perfect, apart from the poisonous plant that Peter Pan warned you about. You couldn’t even remember what it was called!

Peter Pan had been visiting you every night for a week, before he took you to Neverland with him. Your parents had scolded you for believing in a story at your age. They were going to send you to boarding school so you would grow up. Peter was just outside the window when he heard this. “I couldn’t just let two adults take you away,” he always said, “Growing up is a trap.”

Every night, he described the island and his Lost Boys. Peter Pan was going to let you rest for a few days before starting your training. You decided to explore while they were out and you haven’t regretted anything as much as that decision.

The sun was sinking further in the sky. You groaned. Nothing looked familiar. You could be on the other side of the island.

Darkness fell on the island, but you were never afraid of the dark. It didn’t bother you. A sudden sound made you turn your head, but before you could see anything, a hard blow to your head made the darkness seen even darker.

Peter and Felix hung behind while the Lost Boys hurried back to camp. He had sensed your absence the moment that they arrived to train. They wanted to keep an eye for you, just in case.

Not seeing you at all, Peter and Felix made it back to camp. “Should we be worried?” Felix asked.

“She’s still in the jungle,” Peter informed, “Probably just a bit lost in there.”

“Are we going to send someone after her?” He asked.

Peter shook his head. “Y/N’s bound to find her way back.”

You groggily opened your eyes, but you couldn’t actually see anything. It was too dark. Your eyesight adjusted slightly and you saw the damp cell you were in. “Has our guest woke up?” A creepy voice came from the other side of the door.

It swung opened and revealed a pirate. He brought a sour smell of sea salt and rum with him that made your eyes tear up. His clothes were mere swaddles of cloth and when he smiled, there were few teeth. You couldn’t help, but feel disgusted when you saw him, but kept quiet, not wanting to anger your captors. “Come now,” he commanded, “Captain Hook wants to see you now.”

Too scared to do anything else, you followed the pirate to the upper deck. The salty smell got stronger, considering you were on a boat. The pirate brought you to a group of pirates, specifically the captain.

He looked a bit more well groomed than the rest, but when you came closer, you could still smell the whole crate of alcohol that he must have consumed earlier. “Well, well,” Captain Hook smirked. “Neverland’s only Lost Girl.”

“Why’d you bring me here?” You demanded.

“You’re only here to attract Pan out of his little camp,” Hook explained, “So I can-”

A familiar voice cut him off, “Get your revenge, Hook?” Peter appeared out of nowhere on the edge of the ship. “Ever so vengeful.” His eyebrows went up playfully.

“I’m warning you, Pan. One odd move and your Lost Girl will be killed.” Two burly pirates took hold of you.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay.” He turned to you and winked cockily. “Don’t get too comfortable, Y/N. We’ll be back at camp before you know it.”

If you weren’t so scared, you would have laughed at Hook’s enraged expression. He fumed, “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”

“Oh, I think I am.” Peter looked over the edge. “Because while you were too busy with me, you missed my approaching Lost Boys.” Suddenly, Felix and one of the older Lost Boys climbed onto the ship.

Hook laughed, “Three boys against my entire crew? You’re awfully outnumbered.” While he was talking, most of his pirates were shuffling around, scared of Peter.

You mustered up the courage to call, “What, all these cowards? They’re shaking in Peter’s presence.”

“True, Y/N,” Peter agreed, “How many people are willing to fight me?” The two pirates holding you raised their hands, but the others just stared at their feet. “Disappointing,” he decided before taking out a dagger.

Hook took his long sword and began swinging at Peter who deflected it. Felix took care of one of the pirates next to you while the other fought the other pirate.

You saw a sword leaning on the edge so you took it quickly and raised it. Somehow, Peter and Hook ended up right in front of you, but Peter positioned himself so he was in between you and Hook.

He disarmed Hook quickly and just smiled. “Give up yet, Hook?” Hook simply glared at him. Peter grabbed my arm and the arms of the Lost Boys. “Consider this a warning.”

With that, he teleported all of you back to camp where all of the Lost Boys roared at the sight of you. Supper continued and the bonfire was extremely exciting. You sat on a log, relieved that no one was hurt.

“Thank you would be nice,” Peter said while sitting down next to you.

“Thank you, Peter,” you obliged, “Why does Hook hate you?”

“I’ve won too many times against him,” he replied smugly. Peter looked at you. His tone softened a bit, “So, training tomorrow? Just so you can defend yourself, okay?” You nodded, smiling because of his heroics earlier.

anonymous asked:

93. Give Up - Darling Pan

This got really really really sad. You have been warned. 

Flightless bird (x)

He keeps her in a glass coffin of his making – like Snow-White, that story she told, that princess in another realm he heard about. With a wave of his hand, golden light is woven from his fingertips, and he crafts a shimmering, beautiful box with intricate, silver ornaments such as flowers, wings and hearts. Something she would have liked. The queen deserves a worthy place to rest while her king searches for a way to bring her back.

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