jared kay

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Requested by anon: 

“Did you hear about y/n and Peter?” Henry came running into Mal’s room in a hurry barging in unannounced. 

“What? No, why on earth are the two of them even talking to each other? Peter is pretty rotten to the core if you ask me which is completely opposite from y/n,” Mal questioned knowing that it had to be some very news worthy thing Henry had to say judging by the way he charged into her room.

“They’re dating! Can you believe it?” Henry announced as he was just as surprised as Mal looked when he found out. 

“Dating? God, y/n really is as mad as the Hatter.” 

The Mambo No. 5

A little bit of Kai in my life

A little bit of Moriarty by my side

A little bit of Hannibal’s what I need

A little bit of Voldemort’s what I see

A little bit of Mr. J in the sun

A little bit of Klaus all night long

A little bit of Loki here I am

A little bit of a psychopathic side makes me your fan.

Originally posted by batwarriordiet

Stay Sane- A Henry Mills One-Shot

Title: Stay Sane
Request: Maybe you can do a story where Henry is very protective in Neverland?
Pairing: Henry Mills x Reader

“Your job is to feed him, make sure he doesn’t run away. You got that Y/N?” Peter Pan instructed.
“Yea.” Y/N nodded.
“Good, go feed the boy now.” Peter responded.
Y/N sighed, “Alright.”
She walked over to the boy, who Pan had kidnapped and taken to Neverland, and gave him some bread.
“Can you help me leave?” the boy asked.
“I can’t sorry, I wish I could.” Y/N responded, “I’m Y/N.”
“Henry.” the boy said, “I need to get off this island, to find my family.”
“I’ve tried to leave before, it’s impossible.” Y/N told Henry.
Henry sighed, “Well thanks Y/N.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you stay sane.” Y/N smiled.
“I’ll try. You know you’re the nicest I’ve met since I got here.” Henry said.
“I know, that’s because I am the nicest.” Y/N added.

After a few weeks, Y/N and Henry grew close.
Henry was very protective of Y/N, seeing what all Peter would do to her.
Peter always yelled at Y/N for no reason, sometimes hitting her, always making Y/N feel horrible.
Henry and Y/N still held onto the hope that someday, they could get off the island together.

Eventually, their opportunity came.
Henry’s family came to rescue him.
“Give us Henry Peter!” Emma, Henry’s mother exclaimed.
“How about no?” Peter responded.
From behind Peter, Y/N held a huge pan.
She tried to hit Peter in the head with it, but missed and Peter pushed her to the ground.
“Y/N you little idiot! I don’t even know why I let your ass live!” Peter yelled.
“Please Peter I’m sorry!” Y/N cried.
Peter kicked her to the ground.
“Y/N!” Henry exclaimed.
“Peter, just let him go.” Y/N said quietly, still on the ground.
Henry was slowly getting out of the ropes tying him to the tree, and ran to grab the pan Y/N tried to use earlier.
He hit Pan in the head, knocking him out cold.
“Come on Henry let’s go!” Emma yelled to him.
“Wait!” he responded, “Y/N you’re coming too.”
“No, just leave me. Take your chance and go.” Y/N responded.
Henry picked Y/N up, “I’m not leaving you. He’ll kill you.”
“Thank you Henry.” Y/N said.
“Anything for you.” Henry responded, “Remember, you kept me sane.”

———-

<3

Em

salvation in the secular age

requested

background: This is loosely based off of Little Red Riding Hood. It’s sort of a Peter Pan / Little Red Riding Hood cross over. This takes place before any of the characters knew they were fairy tales.

Robbie had always been a strange, strange boy. He sat behind you in your World History class and was very quiet, not talking much or having many friends in school. He was flirty with you to say at least, leaning over the desk to whisper things in your ear, running his fingers through the ends of your hair, or squeezing your waist in the quiet classroom to make you laugh aloud.

What was weird about him was he was entirely obsessed with Peter Pan. Yes, he loved the Disney character but it went way beyond the movie; he spoke as if he’d been to Neverland before, talking about his Lost Boys and Captain Hook. He was a hundred percent serious too, making you always raise an eyebrow with a half-hearted, “sounds cool, Robbie.”

If he was a little bit more… normal, for lack of a better word, you would’ve really liked him.


Tugging on your tomato red pea coat, you grabbed the wicker basket filled with grocery items and made your way out the door and onto the cold Storybrooke streets. Your Mom insisted that you bring groceries to your sick Grandmother who lived right outside of town, and you agreed because even though you didn’t know her very well, the senile old woman still deserved food.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” A voice called out, making you turn around. Henry, a boy who was a few grades lower than you waved from where he sat with a blonde woman. You gave a smile and waved back before turning around and continuing your walk. You’ve only talked to Henry a few times and when you did, he spouted off about his fairy tale book and how you were in it.

“You remind me of Wendy Darling.” He had said, making you laugh.

“Do I?”

“Yeah. See,” he continued, opening his fairy tale book to a bookmarked page. He continued to jabber on about Neverland, when you interrupted him.

“Who would Peter Pan be?”

He faltered before giving a short shrug. “I don’t know. Haven’t figured it out yet. You also kinda remind me of Little Red Riding Hood.”

“Wendy and Riding Hood? I can’t be both.” You teased.

You smiled at the thought, amused by his imagination. Him and Robbie would really get a long, you decided.

The street started crumbling into a dirt road as you got closer to the outskirts of town. It was early evening, and you hoped to be back home before midnight and with the speed you were going, everything seemed to look smooth. You were stopped again as the familiar dirty-blond haired head popped in your line of vision.

“Robbie?” You called out. He perked up at the sound of your voice and met your face with a grin.

“Hey (Y/N).” He greeted, pulling you into an awkward one sided hug. As you pulled back, his arm fell from your shoulders to your waist, resting there. The touch wasn’t unwelcome, but it made you feel… weird. Like butterflies flying in your tummy but trying to escape because they sense fear.

“Where are you off to, love?”

“My Grandmother’s.”

He nodded, keeping his eyes on you. “What’s in the basket?”

“Groceries. She’s sick.” You shrugged.

Robbie nodded again. “Where does she live? I can walk you to and back if you’d like.” You smiled and accepted Robbie’s friendliness.


Robbie smirked to himself as the two of you walked side by side down the wood path. He really liked you and was sure you’d make the perfect first Lost Girl. All he had to do was convince you to leave with him.

“Look at the wildflowers, (Y/N). Aren’t they pretty?”

At the mention of flowers, an idea popped in your head and you ran up ahead to them. You kneeled down, staining your tights with grass stains and started picking the stems into a bunch. Your Grandmother always liked flowers, so bringing a bouquet of them to her would hopefully cheer her up.

Robbie laughed and stood over you, watching. The more time he spent with you, the more dead set he became in taking you back with him. “Here,” he said, pulling the basket off your arm and onto his own. “You keep picking these for your Grandmother and I’ll take this and meet you at her house. I’m sure she’ll love the flowers.”

“Okay.” You agreed standing up. Robbie leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek before continuing down the path. Not thinking much of his overly-friendliness, you spotted some more flowers a little further away and walked towards them, going deeper into the forest. A half hour later, you held an arrange of colorful blooms but suddenly froze as a thought crossed your mind; you had never told Robbie where your Grandmother lived.


Robbie knocked briskly on the door, receiving a shrill, “Who is it?”

 He rolled his eyes. “It’s me, Felix. Open the door.”

Robbie was met with his tall blond friend and slipped through the door, shutting it quickly.

“She should be here soon. Get the old lady out and back to Storybrooke before (Y/N) sees you.” Felix nodded at his orders and went to where your Grandmother slept peacefully in her bed. With Pan’s magic, it wasn’t hard for Felix to transport them soundly out of the house.

Not even a few minutes passed before you pushed the front door open, peaking your head in. “Robbie? …Grandmother?” Nothing but silence responded back.

You shuffled the rest of the way in and hung your coat on the coat hook, setting the flowers on a side table. It looked like the house hadn’t been touched in years, dust settling upon everything you walked passed. The wicker basket sat untouched on the counter top, telling you that Robbie had arrived… but where was he?

“Robbie!” You called out again. Maybe he had gotten tired of waiting and left? It was pretty late outside.

You walked down the hallway and knocked on the bedroom door. Getting no response, you opened it and braced yourself for the worst. You jumped back when Robbie’s broad back was the first thing you saw, your Grandmother no where in sight.

“Robbie? What are you doing in here?”

He turned his head at the sound of your voice and stood up from where he sat on the edge of the bed. Walking closer, you suddenly felt very small against him.

“M'name’s not Robbie,” He whispered. “It’s Peter Pan.”

“For God’s sake, not this again. Seriously, where’s my Grandmother? I didn’t see her when I walked in.”

“That’s because she’s not here. She’s back in Storybrooke.”

Your eyebrows scrunched and you shuffled backwards. If you thought Robbie was weird before, he was really being extra creepy now.

“Funny, Rob. Let’s go look in the living room, she might be watching TV.”

He continued to shake his head, advancing closer to you. You leaned back and went to open the door to slip out but he forced it back shut, holding his hand above your head and leaning into your body with a flirty grin. 

“Come back to Neverland with me.” He whispered.

“Robbie.“ You said bewilderingly. “You’re crazy, let me out.”

“C’mon, Wendy.”

Dont call me that.” You went to push at his shoulders but a loud knock sounded at the front door. The knock distracted him, allowing you to slink out and bolt down the stairs, opening the front door to Henry’s face.

“Hi, (Y/N)!” He greeted again.

“Hey Henry… um, now’s not really a good time. I’m sort of,” You looked over your shoulder, “busy.”

“Well sure, but I just wanted to tell you I figured out who Peter Pan was. You know Robbie Kay? I think he’s in your grade.”

Your breath caught at his words. “Robbie is Peter Pan?”

Henry noticed your disdain. “Well yeah, you two are Peter Pan and Wendy. I thought you liked him?”

A crash came from somewhere in the small cottage, making you jump. “Look Henry I have to go see what R — my Grandmother is doing so we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Henry nodded and turned to leave but you stopped him.

“How did you know where I was?”

Henry shrugged. “Your Grandma’s from Little Red Riding Hood. I had a feeling.” And with that, he continued walking back in the direction of town.

You slammed the door shut and turned back around to find Robbie leaning against the wall, wearing a cocky smile. “He’s right you know. You are Wendy. If you take my hand, I can prove it.”

You shook your head, still not convinced. As of yesterday Robbie was just the odd boy who sat behind you in class, and now he was declaring you both were fairy tale characters.

Robbie sighed and encouraged you once more by holding his hand out, raising an eyebrow. Did you really have any reason to not trust him? He was odd but never showed you anything but kindness. You hesitantly lifted your hand and when your fingers linked with his, your feet left the ground, literally. Robbie grinned at your shocked face and pulled you through an open window and into the night.

“Ready to leave to Neverland?”

One shaky nod was all he needed before he pulled you up into the sky and over the summer night clouds, to the grand haven of Neverland.


The town of Storybrooke was stunned when they learned about (Y/N) and Robbie running away together. The both of you had been gone for weeks and no body knew if you two would ever come back, calling your phones without success and posting missing signs around town. But Henry knew; neither of you would be returning to the mainland for a long time.

the curse

Request:

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I know that this isn’t one of my best but I really tried. :/

warning: some bad words but that’s really it…

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Tommy’s POV:

I was walking with Henry to school since our schools were right near each other’s. I’ve become friends with him since our parents are friends. He isn’t that bad of a kid although he has quite an imagination.

“Time has been frozen! No one remembers who they really are.”

“So you believe that we are all fairytale characters? And the Evil Queen took away our memories with a curse that sent us here?” I said raising my eyebrows as I looked down at him.

He nodded with I big grin.

“And your mom is ‘the savior’?”

“Yes! She’s going to bring back the happy endings and break the curse. I don’t just believe, I know!”

“And what fairytale character am I?” I said in a slightly mocking tone.

“Peter Pan.”

I scoffed as I looked up at the street signs. I put my hand in front of Henry telling him to stop since I didn’t want us to get hit by a car. His mother would kill me if I got him killed.

“Peter Pan? No. I am not Peter Pan.” I scoffed as I watched the sign waiting for it to signal for us to cross.

“Yes you are. Look!” he said flipping through his book.

I looked down at him as he quickly flipped to a page and pointed to a picture.

“Tell me that doesn’t look like you.” he said looking up at me.

I will admit that did look a bit like me but I know that I am not him. He wore green rags and lived in the middle of a forest with a bunch of 'lost boys’. And he looked angry… really angry.

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at Henry. He looked up at me.

“Henry–”

“Admit it Tommy. You agree with me don’t you?” he said raising his eyebrows.

“Henry, we gotta go.” I said and began to walk across the street.

“Tommy! Wait!”

I heard footsteps quickly follow behind me.

I turned and saw him approach me. He ran up beside me with his book still in hand. We crossed the street and stood in front of his school.

“After school can you help me convince Emma to stay here? If she leaves the curse will never be broken.”

I sighed and put my hand on his shoulder.

“Sure. I guess.” I said and a grin appeared on his face.

“I’ll see you Tommy!” he said and ran toward the school still smiling.

I sighed as I watched him walk in. Then I walked to my school.

-

We were at the hospital freaking out since Henry just ate an apple turnover his mother made and collapsed on the ground. The doctors told me to sit and wait in the lobby and I did as they said.

I sat there sitting and waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

Thinking about what could’ve possibly happened to Henry. What could’ve possibly made him pass out. He said that his mom could’ve poisoned it but I don’t think so.

Then I saw Emma running out toward the exit.

“Wait Emma!” I got up and ran over to her. “Where are you going?”

“I have to go do something, it’s important.” Emma responded.

“How’s Henry?”

“It isn’t good.” she said giving me a look of worry before running out.

I sighed and sat down where I waited before. Then a doctor came out.

“Are you Tommy Clark?”

“Yeah. What the hell is happening to Henry?” I asked standing up.

“We… we don’t know. We’re trying everything we can to help him. We’re running out of options.”

“Well keep trying! You can’t just let him die!” I yelled getting angry.

“I know, I know. We are trying!” he said then ran back in the direction he came.

I groaned as I tangled my fingers through my hair. I sat down and stared at the ground. I waited there for what felt like hours but really was one. Footsteps approached me. I looked up and saw my mom.

“Tommy! Are you okay?” she asked pulling me up and giving me a hug

“I’m fine mom, it’s just Henry.”

Then I saw Emma run in through the entrance.

“Emma!” I ran away from my mom to Emma. “Where the hell did you go?”

“I had to talk to Gold.” she said as we
walked through the door to Henry’s room.

He lied on the hospital bed with tubes and other types of medical equipment on him. They were just taking off a breathing mask when we walked in. Regina was crying and turned toward one of the Doctor and cried into their chest. The monitor showed a flatline. They turned it off and looked sadly over at us.

“No.” Regina cried.

I looked over at Emma and tears streamed down her face as she looked at Henry. She slowly walked up to his bedside and cried.

“I love you Henry.” she whispered and kissed his forehead.

Light illuminated off of them and she gasped. She looked down at her son hoping he’d wake up. He gasped and sat up.

Then something hit me. I started seeing things. I started to… remember. I saw myself with other boys dancing around a fire, me playing a pipe. I’m running around the forest hunting and playing games with them. I saw trees everywhere and a big fire at the center of the area.

“Peter Pan never fails.” echoed in my head.

“I’m Peter… Peter Pan.”

I gasped as I saw everything from the hospital and everyone.

“The curse, I think it’s broken.” Henry said.

“You were right Henry.” I said.

They all looked over at me. Henry tilted his head slightly.

“I am Peter Pan.”

There was joy in his eyes when I said that but he really shouldn’t. An evil smirk appeared on my lips. I remember who I am.

“Tommy?” Emma asked tilting her head.

“It’s Pan, Peter Pan. And you.” I pointed at Henry and walked toward them. “I’ve been looking for you.”

Emma got very close to her son and wrapped her arm around him. I tried to make him appear next to me but he didn’t. Dammit. No magic.

“I will be back for you.” I said and turned toward the door and walked out.

I quickly walked out of the hospital and began to search for the lost boys. I walked through the streets searching everywhere I could possibly think of. I was near the pawn shop when I saw Rumplestiltskin walk out of his shop. He looked over at me and glared.

“Rumplestiltskin.” I said slowly with a chuckle.

“Father.” he said still holding his glare.

“Well aren’t you glad to see me laddie.” I said sarcastically.

“Why the hell are you here?”

“Well I’ll be quite honest I don’t know. Her curse must’ve came to Neverland.”

“Well where are all of your lost boys.” he said rolling his eyes.

“I was actually looking for them.”

He scoffed and folded his arms across his chest.

“Well then go. Search for your lost boys and leave.” he said turning around and walking back to his shop.

“You can come with us.” I said and furrowed my eyebrows at myself.

He slowly turned and tilted his head.

“Am I supposed to believe you’re saying this because you care for me?”

“But I do care. We can start over, just as we planned.”

He was silent for a moment. He broke eye contact with me and looked down at the ground.

“No.”

I sighed as he looked back up at me.

“Alright son. Then I guess this is goodbye… for now anyway.” I smirked and walked away from him.

I continued to search for the lost boys throughout this land without magic.

Imagine Peter and you fearing the death of Henry but he wakes up and you two share relieved and impressed smiles…

You all stared at Henry, you had his head in your lap, he was wet and cold and he wasn’t breathing. You eyed Peter who looked like he was facing his death as well. You needed Henry, or else Peter would be banned form Neverland, after all he wasn’t a real boy. You knew that. 
Then Henry’s eyes snapped open and he spluttered out a mouthful of water. You grinned and heard the other lost boys cheer. You had tested Henry at Mermaid Lagoon, but he was nearly dragged into the deep by the mermaids. Luckily you got him out of the water in time, but you all thought you hadn’t made it.
You looked up at Peter who was smiling with a relieved and impressed smile, his eyes connected with yours and you felt happiness blossom in your chest. You could make it. Henry was the right one. He was the truest believer. 

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