#ring the bells grumpy

[ofshipsandswans]

Of moonbeams, silver white [1/?]

Summary: Stuck on Neverland, Captain Hook seeks help returning to the Enchanted Forest. Out of options and no longer willing to work for Pan, he seeks out the Fae. But his past threatens to catch up with him and Hook suddenly finds himself caught in the midst of a vicious war between the Fae and the Lost Boys. Thrust into a shaky alliance with the Queen and with time running out, the pair must navigate the perils of Neverland’s magic with fateful consequences. 

Rating: T (not a lot of explicit content but just to be on the safe side.) 

A/N: Here it is, the infamous Neverland AU I've been bleating on about working on. This is, first and foremost, a CS story. Having said that, a fundamental part of the story is to do with another one of Killian's relationships, so if that's not something you like, please skip. I've chopped and changed and thrown my own spin onto Neverland and the Fae so fair warning. Also I'm gonna admit to it. If anyone has read Second Star to the Right then you'll probably pick up on some similarities. I was definitely inspired by that story and I want to say that here so as to give credit where it's due. 

Thanks to @acourtoftruelove and @swanandapirate for being my cheerleaders, betas and all-round amazing people. I love you both <3 <3

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Prologue

In the shadowed corners and whispered conversations, there was a warning. It was an echo in the dark, a mantra which cautioned and advised those who heard it to take heed.

Fear the Fae, lad

Fear their kiss…

It spoke of an enchanted island where childhood wishes ruled, where one could fly amongst the clouds and the stars shone every hour. It spoke of an island which was home to predators unlike any other.

Stay on your path lad

Just remember this…

As a child, Killian had loved stories. He would listen with rapt attention as the other slaves would spin tales of bravery and heroics, something that would transport them all away from the suffocating confines of the ship; that would, if only for a while, break away the shackles that held them down, and give them what anyone craves in their time of need.

Hope.

But though he was young, and despite Liam’s best efforts to make sure he didn’t lose his innocence too quickly, Killian was no longer the starry-eyed boy of his youth. He recognised the word of caution for what it was, a grain of truth in a story that was sugar-coated to make it easier to swallow; to give the boys something to dream of, to give them happy thoughts that would almost smoothe the rough edges of the life they’d been dealt.

Killian saw it for what it was, clinging tightly to Liam as the ship sailed through treacherous waters, the warning still ringing in his head.

Heed these words, lad

Else you’ll regret

For the Fae never forgive

And they never forget.