Nov 11, 2020
me when Dark Pan comes in vs my possible Dash reactions:
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me when Dark Pan comes in vs my possible Dash reactions:
Nevermore Teaser *Dark Peter Pan*
Author’s Notes: A teaser for a Dark Peter Pan fic I’m working on. Just a little break from Marvel stuff and is pretty much written just for me lol. Because why the hell not? Characters from the show Once Upon A Time. Big thanks to @threeminutesoflife for encouraging me to write this and reminding me how much I love that show with her amazing Dark Jefferson fics. I didn’t tag anyone bc I’m assuming no ones gonna wanna read this 😆 Also: Robbie Kay was 18 when he played Peter Pan and since Pan in OUAT is basically a middle aged man in an immortal teen’s body, he’s not a minor.
Synopsis: Reader is a mermaid who sneaks on the Neverland regularly to see Neil and plots to help him escape. But Pan knows all and will punish those who betray him. After all...Pan loves to play.
Contains: violence, kidnapping, dub con, sexual content, and lots of angst
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Your legs surged forward through the trees, each step slicing your bare feet against any obstacle littering the island floor. Branches painfully scraping across your exposed arms and legs. But you can’t stop. Pan’s shadow howls just behind you. So close you could feel its searing breath on your back. You just had to make it back to the water. Back to your world.
You choke out a panicked sob when you hear Neil scream loudly in the distance, only to be cut off quickly. There was no telling what Pan would do to him now. You hoped more than anything he was still alive. But you would not let his sacrifice be in vain.
With a burst of speed, you finally break the tree line and see the waves crashing along the shore. Behind you, there are no sounds of your phantom pursuer. No crashing of the trees or its demonic screech. Apart from the waves, everything is silent and you feel a chill crawl up your neck.
Shaking it off, you quickly run to the water’s edge, anxious for the familiar warmth of the magic to return your tail. But nothing happens.
Horrified, you look down and see the shell bracelet that you had been wearing, is now gone. Without it, you couldn’t get your tail back. Without it, you were trapped on this hellish island. With him.
“Looking for this?” That terrifying familiar voice, utters behind you. You feel your shoulders tense and your stomach drops with quiet panic as you slowly turn to acknowledge him. The demon with the face of a boy.
Pan slinks out of the shadows with your bracelet draped over his fingers. His ethereal impish features bearing a playful yet contemptuous expression. You lick your lips as you struggle to remain calm and not show any fear. But you know it’s all for not. He can smell it on you.
“Yes. I should like it back.” You reply softly, carefully. Though he doesn’t show it, you know Pan is livid with Neil’s betrayal. He loves his little games, but even he has limits. It wouldn’t do well to test his wrath now.
“And why would I do that? You seem to be fairing well without it.” He retorts slyly as he plays with it in his fingers. His bright green eyes slowly taking you in with a devious look that prickles your skin.
“So you’re the little mermaid that’s been sneaking onto to my island to see Baelfire.” Pan muses, taking a calculated step towards you. You take a small step back, feeling the salt water touch your heels. You shift your eyes back towards the ocean. Your home...so close and yet may as well be miles away. You take a deep shaky breath before turning back towards Pan to accept your doomed fate.
“I am.”
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AS ABOVE, SO BELOW
Two realms exist. They ruled by power immortal beings. Their inhabitants are trapped.
THE REALM OF THE LIVING
An island outside of time and the world as we know it. It was once called Neverland, for it was a timeless paradise. Now, it is called Severland, for “sever” means “cut.” To cut is to draw blood. And blood is the sustaining essence of life.
THE REALM OF THE DEAD
A vast realm of demons and souls, where the only possible entry is death. It is known as the Underworld, where each soul has their proper place. Elysium Fields for the heroes. Asphodel Meadows for the ordinary souls. Mourning Fields for those with lost love. Tartarus for the damned. Ghost Town for the unbelonging. Fortunate Isles for the reborn.
The New Severland RP has just been revamped and is ready for new applicants.
In Severland, you will encounter Lost Ones – eternal children, Descendants – the ones who rejected immortality, Pirates – those who loot, – Fae – those who fly, and Merfolk – those who dwell in the waters.
In the Underworld, you will encounter Deceased Souls – those who passed, Deities – those who rule, and Reapers – those who decide your fate.
What happens when the door between the realm of the living and the realm of the dead is opened?
Main Page – History – Present – Inhabitants – Ask – Apply
if any of y’all still miss the (depressingly small amount of) dark pan that OUAT gave us, you should totally read wendy darling: stars by colleen oakes. she’s writing an entire series! of DarkPan! I’m dead
The Darkness Within PT. 2
REQUEST: Part 2 for “Darkness Within” ? A/N: lemme know id you want more of dark and inexperienced awkward pan :3 FANDOM: OUAT PAIRING: Peter Pan x Reader READER AGE: 15-17 RATING: K, awkward dark Pan TITLE : The Darkness Within WORD COUNT : 980
Flying was definitely something. And as you landed on the shore of a rather small island, you wished it would never have stopped. You looked at the white sand below you boots, and breathed in the clean humid air. It was like a fairy tale. Maybe you were dreaming…
“Welcome to Neverland,” said the tall boy, and looked at his friends. “Last in camp cooks dinner!” he yelled out and the boys began running, pushing one another to get to camp first. But the boy with the piercing green eyes didn’t run. He looked at you as his friends left, and walked closer.
“You seem brave,” he said.
“For a girl?”
“Oh, stop assuming all men are misogynystic pigs,” he said with a wave of his hand.
“I’m not, I just think you are,” you scoffed.
“You don’t even know me.”
“But you look at me like I’m something to play with, not something to treat equally,” you said and his cheeks flushed. You gave a soft smile.
“Well,” he said, going back to his paleness. “I do like the way you look.”
“Too bad you can’t have it,” you said as you walked past him, making sure to swing your hips as you left him looking after you.
Pan was absolutely astonished, but he couldn’t let that show. This girl, was something that he had never seen before. Something he admired.
He arrived to camp, where the girl was already making friends with the boys by play fighting. Her H/L hair was fluttering wildly as she pinned the boy’s arms on the forest floor, and smiled a beautiful smile. He watched from distance a while longer.
You got up from the ground after you had beaten the boy. He got up as well, with a faint smirk on his face.
“You’re good,” he said. “Where’d you learn?”
Before you could say you didn’t know, the tall boy stepped in.
“This island brings out the best and the worst in people,” he said, walking toward you two. You just stared at each other for what seemed like hours, until he looked away.
“But enough playing, boys, get to your chores,” he called out and the boys all groaned in annoyance, but did as they were told.
“Hey wait!” you called after him as he just turned to leave the camp.
“Yes, dear?” he said, turning around and you stopped, but too late. You were far closer to him than you’d intended, and you could feel his warm breath in your hair.
“I was just wondering,” you said. “If you could teach me to fight,” you said shyly. It felt like there was a magnet, pulling you two together by force. You tried to resist it, but it felt like you were only closer to him than to begin with.
“You already know how,” he said, his hands by his sides, aching to put them around you.
“No, real fighting,” you said. “Not with a boy half your size, that’s not fair.”
“Fighting me wouldn’t be fair either,” he said smugly.
“Then teach me,” you said. He sighed, seeming to be thinking about it. Then he agreed.
“When do we start?”
“Well the boys are busy right now,” he suggested. “How about now—” he asked your name.
“Y/N,” you said with a smile.
“Peter, Peter Pan,” he said, and reached out a hand to shake yours. You took his hand, but instead to shaking it, he pulled it behind your back with one smooth movement into a painful twist and you winced.
“Lesson one: never leave yourself vunerable,” he said, letting go of your arm and you brought it back to your side.
A month later, you already knew how to fight off someone attaching from behind, the side and the front. Fighting Pan was like sex, but better. The feeling of his body against yours was exhilorating, and sent violent waves of adrenaline through your body. He never underestimated your abilities, and always helped you up after he won, which was still almost every time.
But one day, Pan stretched out his foot in front of you just as you were leaving, and you fell over right on your face. You groaned on pain and you rolled on your back and he smirked.
“What do you do now?”
“I’m going to kill you,” you swore and attempted in getting up, but he set both feet in either side of your legs. You were sitting on the ground, as he pinned your wrists firmly on the the forest floor. “How about now?” he asked and your breathing went haywire. His body was so close to yours, and although to tried to act like it didn’t affect you, but it did. He did. A lot. He waited for your answer.
“Kick you in the groin,” you said quietly.
“Good one,” he said, as if he had never thought of it before himself. I think he had something a bit more professional and affective in mind.
“Peter?” you said.
“Mm-hm?”
“Do I have to go back to the Enchanted Forest?” Over the time that you had spent on the island, he had told you that girls didn’t belong in Neverland.
“Yes.”
“Then there’s one more thing I need from you,” you said.
“I taught you to fight and to fly, what more could there be?”
You smiled, but he was confused. He slowly moved his hands off your wrists like he’d read your mind, so you could pull his face closer to yours. You kissed long and lightly, and he stiffened. You’d never seen the mighty Peter Pan scared or nervous, he was always confident and strong.
“A kiss, Peter.”
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Tristan Callaghan hates herself; she hates herself for causing her mother's miscarriage, for sucking at martial arts, and for not standing up for herself. Throw in that she has no idea who she is, an evil immortal, and a band of boys who think she's also a boy and you have a recipe for disaster. Can Tristan save Neverland when she still needs someone to save her from herself?
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