#thebelievingauthor

[ihaveanameyouknow]

"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

“Well...” he thought about a proper answer without giving Henry any ideas on how he could solve this as a hero. “...I mostly go out of the bed and drink some hot milk before going back underneath the covers. It always seems to work. Are you unable to sleep?” he wondered what the reason was of this question. 

[mixandmatchmuses]

@thebelievingauthor

Henry was babysitting Neal while his grandparents were busy. He’d just gotten his uncle to bed, and was quietly reading a book, when he heard the bed creaking in Neal’s room.

Deciding to investigate, Henry got up and tiptoed into the room. There he saw Neal, his face scrunched up unhappily.

Henry immediately went over to his uncle, placing a hand on his shoulder and trying to gently wake him. “Hey Neal, hey. It’s okay. It’s just a nightmare. I’m here.”

Neal loved spending time with Henry who he saw more as an older brother than a nephew. So he had been very happy when Mom and Dad had asked him to babysit. 

It wasn’t long until he had gotten so tired that he was put to bed. He was asleep almost as soon as he hit the sheets. There was nothing he turned over a few times, going into a deeper sleep. 

Then the nightmare started. He was in a dark room that seemed to be pressing on him at all sides. No matter how much he ran, there was no end. Henry’s voice broke through it and he ran towards it, some light expanding until he woke with a soft cry. 

“Thanks...” He whispered. 

[mariasilenciosa-blog]

starter for @thebelievingauthor 

Finally free of the cavern that had imprisoned them for 20 years, it was Salazar's great pleasure to take down the first real pirate ship that crossed them since their demise. He had missed hearing the screams and tasting the fear, though in his current, broken state it all seemed that much keener to his senses. The sounds, the smell of gunpowder and blood fed his hunger for revenge- and yet, still the hunger was not sated. It wouldn't be until he crossed paths with Sparrow again.

He didn't anticipate that there would be survivors. El Maria Silenciosa was renewed in her strength and crushed the sterns and galleys of even the largest ships in her maw. No mere pirate vessel, and no man aboard, could withstand the force of her.

No man, of course...but perhaps a boy.

The last boy he had seen aboard a pirate ship had led him to his death. Perhaps it would've been only wise to kill this one before anything similar could happen...but this boy was different. Ship gone, adrift in the sea and probably afraid. A child, a young one as he appeared to be, was innocent and shouldn't have been held accountable to the factors that had led him astray.

"Consiga el niño."

He ordered, ignoring the surprised looks of his crewmen (those of whom still had faces).

[pueraeternuspan]

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“Yeah yeah.” Peter was prepared. When he heard they were to volunteer at an animal shelter he was ready to take on the lions and vicious beasts as he did on Neverland.. the barking was what made his thoughts change to wolves ready to eat the Lost Boy alive- never had he expected to see such interesting.. wolves? They were shaped differently and in all shapes and sizes but that was as close as he could think. Than he spotted one that was familiar... a spotted dog that looked almost like Pongo.

“These wolves are strange.” He looked at one that at least looked like a wolf and it wagged it’s tail happily at him. “And very friendly looking. Are they tame?”

[infectiousacademic-blog]

❛ Why are you here? ❜ (hi!)

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. (hello hello!)

   Storybrooke, Maine. Small town set-up.... It shouldn’t be too hard to get there, and he shouldn’t be there for too long. There are surroundings forests in the area, which is where he’ll need to be and need to look. If he’s lucky and the situation is ideal, he won’t need to run into anyone, really.

   Granted, plans don’t always go quite the way you want them to, and it’s not exactly known to him that some of the residents in the area, for one reason or another, have a habit of... roaming these woods. He’d only been there perhaps an hour when a voice called out from somewhere further back. Upon hearing it, the stranger to the area paused, very briefly taking mental stock of the situation. 

   Does he have attributes visible that would mark him as nonhuman? No, not currently. Good. Are they close? A slow turn of his head to the side to get them within view enough to tell gleans an answer, which is a mix of yes and no. Close enough to be clearly visible, which is more than he’d have preferred, but not close enough that they’re inherently in danger. The stranger, squatting nearby one of the larger trees in the area, turned their gaze back towards the seemingly empty of ink pen that he’s holding in one gloved hand, gently and slowly lowering and tilting it so that a spider skittered off of the top of it and onto the ground. Afterwards, Daiki stood to his full height before placing his pen on the cover of a green notebook that he carried. 

   “My apologies if my being here frightened you, but I might ask you the same question, young man. Is it not potentially dangerous for one so young to be wandering in the woods by your lonesome?”

[darkensavior]

( @thebelievingauthor​ )

Emma was coming home as she suddenly saw Henry there. The blonde frowned as the woman was looking at her son.    “Why aren’t you at school, Henry?” Folding her arms over each other while still looking at her son waiting for an answer why he wasn’t at school. There has to be a solid reason for it right. 

[pueraeternuspan]

@thebelievingauthor continued from here

Needless to say it was Pan, so any could assume the worse out of him. The door was wide open for the boy to come into. Peter was sitting at his table, looking at the empty contents that was once double brownie fudge ice cream.. the bright side is there was no one dead on the floor. “Oh Henry thank the stars! Did you bring the ice cream?” He asked, hope in his voice. “I was craving and had no ice cream and thought my life was over!” 

[anotherlostswan]

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@thebelievingauthor

Surprise is evident on the blonde’s face as she looks past the other kids figures to see her twin standing there. Sure, she might have started the fight by calling these idiots out on their behavior but she didn’t expect them to corner her after school. 

She especially didn’t expect her twin to find her like this. Or help her. She took their moment of surprise to shove past them as hard as she could and moved to her brother’s side. 

“Thanks.”