Snow Falls In Love

Snow Falls… in love

Part 1 ❄️

Yandere Coriolanus Snow x innocent!reader

Summary: an innocent girl from district 12 is Coriolanus Snow’s tribute. She wins the capitals heart through her love and kind eyes. Now he never wants to let her go, she was his tribute. At first it was admiration, but not it’s grown into something bigger. Love.

Word Count: 1.2k

Female Pronouns

Warnings: obsessive behavior, mentions of murder, normal hunger games warnings, self-deprecation

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Coriolanus Snow. He was the epitome of perfection. At least that’s what he wanted everyone to believe. His mismatched buttons and his wrinkled shirt gave little away to the unnoticed eyes of his peers, too caught up in their own fate of the prize.

That was before they announced there would be one more trial to determine the winner.

Being a mentor in the 10th annual hunger games.

As names went by and a student was assignment to them, groans were heard or the small smirks growing on the faces of the more burley tributes mentors.

Finally it was Corio’s turn, him receiving a small girl from district 12.

“I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!” Echoed through the room, many staring in shock as volunteers were rare for obvious reasons.

They watched as the girl took the stage, her shoulders hunched and silent tears rushing down her face making her appear meek.

“A volunteer! Let me just say I am proud to be the one to get your name, which is…” the announcer spoke with egotistical glee

“Y/N L/N”

“And I see you know the name of the would be tribute, who were you volunteering for?”

“My little cousin.”

Corio’s heart scrunched at the thought of it being Tigress, admiring the girl for her bravery while the others around him laughed, thinking she stood no chance with a heart like hers.

That was the moment his obsession started. First it was centered around winning the money to provide for his family, as well as the namesake that came with it.

But now he couldn’t care less. Of course the money would be nice but it would mean nothing without her by his side for the rest of their lives.

He snuck into the train station to give her a simple rose. At least to him it was simple. To Y/N it meant everything.

Seeing her up close only solidified the feelings in his mind and heart. Vowing to himself to do whatever it takes to keep her alive in the arena.

Even when the two of them sat at the edge of the capital zoo. Her on one side of the bars while he reigned free on the other. Something she couldn’t help but wish for. Even then she would never regret saving her cousin.

Y/N shared the food with him, even when Corio, as she’d taken to calling him in her head as she was too afraid to call him it out loud, insisted she build up her strength. She never breathed a word about how she heard his stomach rumble and the glances he snuck. Instead Y/N passed him some of the food he brought, insisting her stomach couldn’t handle it, doing more harm than good.

Then came the day of exploring the arena, strategizing for the unpredictable day as much as possible. The two of them walked hand in hand.

When the cameras turned towards them, Y/N attempted to let go. She assumed Corio would as well, she was grateful for the comfort but surely it would cause him issues. After all Y/N was district.

Yet, his grip tightened, bordering painfully, and he insisted to stay connected.

She had no hope in surviving the arena, as she looked around there wasn’t strategies forming in her head about how to survive but the least painful ways of dying.

The universe seemingly heard her as the arena exploded, bomb after bomb, debris fell.

Tributes and mentors alike scattered to safety, some making a run for it as peacekeepers chased them.

Y/N had lost Corio’s hand in the ordeal. Frantically she looked through the dust and falling debris to hear his subtle cry for help as a pole pinned down his legs, proceeding to catch his jacket on fire. His blood mixing into the red jacket.

She collapsed in front of him as she pulled the pole off with all the strength she could muster. It was just enough to where he could get out from under it and so he did.

The back of his jacket stayed lit as she threw her mothers jacket onto his back, the only thing she had left of her mom and one she knew she would never see again.

Corio attempted to stand up as the fire was out, the burns and cuts felt like nothing as he watched as Y/N was ripped away from him by peacekeepers. She yelled for him but all he could do was watch before he lost consciousness.

When he awoke he was in the hospital, Tigress at his bedside along with his friend Sejanus. They asked questions about him but the only response that fell from his lips was…

“What happened to Y/N?”

The two didn’t respond, glancing at each other before motioning to the tv where she was seen walking onto the stage.

He stood as quickly as possible. Limping his way to the tv in his hospital gown.

Her eyes shined of innocence and heartbreak. For the situation of her looming death and the fact she had no idea of he was alive.

She had no special skills or ways to win over the audience. So she did what her mother taught her, be herself.

The other tributes used charm, strength, or humor to win over the capital. Donations slowly falling in. Y/N had herself, her shyness, her innocence, and her love.

She avoided the topic of the rebels and bombs but only spoke about wanting the best for Coriolanus Snow. After all if they wanted someone to root for, it wasn’t to be her, but him. To Y/N it was to speak about the person who saved her, emotionally over physically. But the capital formed connections through it, after all they wouldn’t see this aspiring young man as less than human like her meaning they would form an emotional connection, making his victory through her something too root for.

The genuineness shined in her eyes and the capital soaked it in. Sending in money faster than one could even count the previous number. Earning her the highest amount of donations, even tripling some of the other tributes.

He rushed to the zoo that night. Bandages still wrapped around his covered body. Making his way up to the bars he whispered Y/N’s name enough to make her hear it but not the other tributes. Luckily she laid awake thinking of his and her fates, quickly she rushed over to him.

“Corio!” She cried out softly, not even noticing that she called him the nickname she spoke but he did, causing an unnoticed smirk. After all that was what his family called him and soon you would be sharing his last name when his plans worked out.

They talked about how he was alive, as he held her face through the bars, catching the tears falling from her eyes.

They leaned closer and closer before their lips met. He was slow and passionate, trying to push his love through the kiss knowing he wouldn’t be able to say his true feelings out loud until he knew she was safe after the games.

Y/N pulled back for air, her cheeks blushing red from her first kiss.

With her reciprocation Coriolanus Snow knew he had to do everything he could to make her his, even if it meant bending a few rules.

After all Snow always falls on top.

Did anyone see the new Hunger Games movie? I absolutely loved it and I was wondering if anyone would like a Yandere Coriolanus Snow? Yandere usually is my vibe so it would make it easier to write but if you’d like a normal one too that works. Just send in a request 🐍🕊️🖤

Just to note Coriolanus Snow is a terrible person but this is more for Tom Blyth

For the sibling one with Coriolanus snow, you could do one like in the future with Katniss and sibling, not knowing anything that's been going on?

Or

Like it's when he's President and sibling wants to get married?

Hey Everyone!

IMPORTANT (Please Read)

Thank you so much for all of the love of the platonic yandere Coriolanus! I thought this idea was exciting so I wanted to build off of the idea of it going into Katniss's time as suggested by some readers. But, I did not want the reader to be as old as they would be if it were to take place at the correct time canonically.

So I am going to move the time forward a little bit to where a part of it will take place during Catching Fire. It would usually be 65 years in the future with CF being the 75th Hunger Games but I am going to make it take place on the 25th making the reader only 15 years older. I was imagining them being 5 or 6 years old so I am going to say they are 20 when it gets to that part.

Sorry for that entire big explanation, just did not want to confuse anyone and just pretend it worked out with the timeline.

My Little Snowflake (Part 2)

Platonic Yandere Coriolanus Snow x Little Sister Reader

Female Pronouns

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, manipulating, normal Hunger Games warnings

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Coriolanus wasn't expecting everything to change as it did. But it was almost... nice. He was able to spend entire days with his little sister whenever he finished training or the peacekeepers were doing mental training, which he had already mastered through the academy. On the days he had to do training he locked Y/N in the room through an outside lock.

"It is for your safety Y/N, you don't want to be taken away from me, do you? There are evil people out there, savages.”

"Then why'd you bring me?" She asked genuinely curious. Her Grand'mam and cousin were probably lonely without her, she also missed them. Even if Coriolanus was her main family it didn't discount them any less. He gave her a forced sympathetic look.

"I couldn't imagine my years without you Y/N. I love you. You're my little sister, my snowflake." He picked her up and held her close as a few forced tears fell from his eyes.

The thing was Y/N was very empathetic. She worried about everyone and everything feelings, from her classmates to a small bug. Which meant Coriolanus crying was going to make her cry, he was her older brother after all.

She started crying a little as he comforted her "I love you too Corio, I am just scared. I don't want to leave you, I promise I'll stay here." she spoke in a watered voice as she held up a pinky for a pinky promise. He wrapped his around tight as he kissed her forehead.

Within a few days of being there he found Lucy Grey.

The peacekeepers went to The Hob to have some time off and a little fun, which had different meanings for different people. Coriolanus didn't even get close to the alcohol, he was not giving that sort of impression to his sister and he wanted to have full control over himself so he could best protect Y/N.

That's when she went on stage and they saw each other. Lucy Grey liked him, but all he saw was a means to an end as he thought of how he could use her to watch over his sister.

Even when a fight broke loose, he did not join in, he picked up his sister before pushing her head into his neck to hide her eyes from the brutality.

When he went to find her in the forest, he brought Y/N.

Lucy was singing a song when she heard a twig snap behind her making her turn around quickly.

"Sorry... Instincts from the games." She looked down and saw a little girl hiding behind his leg. Lucy Grey was always adept to little kids, their eyes shone differently than adults. They were innocent. Bending down she made a show of peeking around him to see her. "and who is this little lady?"

"My little sister Y/N." Lucy Grey looked up at him with a shocked look. Not because he had a little sister, of course, that was all he talked about when they mentioned their families to each other, but the fact he would subject her to the fate of living in the districts with little money and no one to watch her.

Y/N peaked around and smiled at the girl, remembering what she's heard and been told of the songbird.

From that day on when Corio had peacekeeper training, Y/N would stay with Lucy. It was rare he would allow someone to watch over her without him present but the idea of someone entering the room or her without supervision wore on his mind.

Sure Sejanus had followed him to District 12 but he wasn't allowing his sister to stay alone, He was worried about ideals he would place into her head.

He told Lucy that his family wouldn't watch over her and since he was sent out here they made her go with him. Lucy usually was really good at detecting lies but to him. this wasn't a lie. e didn't trust his family to watch over her without him.

It was one of Lucy Grey’s days to watch her and they went out to the lake to pick flowers to make crowns out of.

“So what’s your favorite color darlin' ?” She asked the little girl as they crouched by each other picking the prettiest flowers of the bunch.

“White! Like Corio hair and our white roses!” She said giggling after all it wasn’t completely white. But then she saw a flower close to the same white “Like this!”

Lucy nearly swooned at the adorable child. It was hard to image that she was the sibling of Coriolanus Snow, the man who is so focused on surviving the world around him he forgets to live.

“Were you.. excited to come with your brother?” Trying to gage her reaction, making sure Y/N was okay when she wasn’t around.

“I do miss Tigres! And Grand’mam but Corio wanted me to come with him. I don’t remember leaving…” Y/N trailed off but her mind instantly got distracted by a little white flower.

Lucy Grey was confused about how the girl didn’t remember leaving the Capital but shook it off as a child’s memory. After all she had no reason to suspect otherwise.

But if she looked into it more, she could’ve seen all of the signs.

~*~

When the opportunity came to return to District 2. Coriolanus did not hesitate. Sure he would lose out on someone watching Y/N but it was a safer district and by now she was used to being in the room. She wouldn't disobey her big brother either by attempting to leave it. he knew best after all.

But he still needed to pass some tests. Things to ensure his loyalty. Why have many little tasks when they can be done in 1?

Sejanus was communicating with rebels, forming a plan to leave the Districts and live on their own beyond the walls of Panem. Sadly, he wasn't very sleek about it nor could he leave without telling his 'best friend'.

He suggested that Coriolanus come with. Bring Y/N and live freely without hurting anyone.

"Do not pull me into this. Rebels almost killed me with that bombing, or do you not remember?"

"Come on Corio! This is bigger than us. If you won't go what about Y/N? A kid does not need to grow up in the Capital watching others kill each other in a so called 'game'. Is that what you want for her?

That was Sejanus's mistake. Questing is protection and love for his sister.

It made his decision for him and he ended the recording on the jabber jay the second he declined the offer leading to Sejanus walking away.

Corio put Dr. Gaul's name on the box and sent it off with a weight off his shoulders. If this did not prove his loyalty to the Capital, they were stupid. He just caught a traitor. Maybe some indirectly but, one from its own walls.

That marked 3 killed by his doing.

When it was time to leave he gave some thought out spiel to Lucy Grey. He wouldn't make an enemy out of her if it was not needed. Sure she was hurt since she had practically fallen in love with the boy and his darling little sister but Lucy being Lucy knew the hold his little sister had on his heart. She wouldn't want to hold him back from getting her somewhere safer and to him that meant the Capital.

After he left Lucy Grey was never seen again. She did not tell him she was leaving or where. So he had no reason to accuse her of being a traitor.

Leaving them to part nicely.

-Time Skip 5 Years-

It was now the 15th Annual Hunger Games. Technology had greatly advanced throughout the years leading to an even better arena, one that wouldn't be easily blown up.

Coriolanus was working to prove himself so he was still residing under Dr. Gaul. He had forbidden her from watching the games. He didn’t want the violence harbored in her young mind. But he wasn’t there to stop her.

He was overseeing the interviews and the games, leaving Y/N home with Tigres and Grand’mam. When the game interviews started, they begun watching on the projector with her sneaking out of her room just enough to see it without them seeing her.

That’s when she saw the tribute from district 4.

Finnick Odair.

He was the youngest in the game at only 14 years old.

Y/N instantly had a little crush. She was only 10 so it wasn’t like it was true love, but his charm was noticeable to her and sadly the rest of the capital.

Tigres felt sympathy for the boy, the idea of it being Coriolanus harboring in her mind but now all she can picture of him, is his father.

When the games began and bets were made. No one could predict the outcome.

Especially not Y/N as Tigres noticed her sneaking out of her room and made her go back inside, not wanting to deal with the wrath of Coriolanus nor did she think Y/N should be seeing this at her age.

Somehow Finnick won. Making him the youngest Victor in the Hunger Games.

Of course, the lavish capital had a party for the elites after the games commenced. The idea of 23 deaths had not even crossed their minds.

Coriolanus went to build connections and Y/N begged him to go with.

"No Y/N, I'm sorry. It is too dangerous." He said trying to convince her in a way that worked many years ago.

"Please! I really want to get dressed up like you! I wanna see what you do" She begged and pleaded and Coriolanus hated seeing her sad. He almost missed those days back in the districts where Y/N was only his. But, the proud big brother in him was proud of how she's grown.

"Fine, but you're staying by my side the entire time. Swear?" He said holding out a pinkie. He found it silly after all it does nothing to prevent someone from breaking the promise but to his little sister it was sacred law and luckily it worked out for him.

Y/N squealed excitedly before linking pinkies and hugging him tightly as she profusely thanked him.

"Tigres, come to get Y/N ready. She is coming with," Coriolanus called out.

~*~

The party was as expected. It was decorated to the point someone would call it crowded. Avoxes were bringing hors d’oeuvres and drinks while the Capital was dressed classy but slightly over the top.

It didn’t matter that the winner was 14, it was a party made for the adults. Especially the game makers and everyone who had anything to do with them. Even the egotistical sponsors.

Coriolanus and Y/N walked in hand in hand as he made a small show about holding it out to her. She giggle enjoyably as they walked down velvet steps.

Coriolanus was talking to everyone, getting their name and status indirectly as he talked to them. One would think they would spill their darkest moment if they were left alone with him.

Even then not once did he let go of his little sister’s hand.

That’s when it came it Finnick. Coriolanus did not like the victor’s or anyone related to the districts. To him they were traitors and monsters. (If only he would look in the mirror).

So when they approached Coriolanus was on alert.

“Finnick Odair, newest Víctor. Tell me, what are you going to do with the money you were oh so graciously given?”

Finnick was calm and composed as if had been dealing with the Capital his entire life. Their questions and stares not even resulting in a mild flinch.

“Bring it back to my family of course.”

Y/N stood next to Corio, with a bashful grin as she stared at the boy. She had never imagined being this close to him.

“And who is she?” Finnick asked politely looked down at the girl who turned bright red at the attention. He simply found her adorable. Nothing bad about it.

“My little sister.” Corio replied as he lightly pushed Y/N behind him seeing the look that was reciprocated through the two even if it wasn’t known to the other. “We should be going now, I’m sure Mr. Plinth would like to talk to you.” He turned and began walking away as Y/N’s bracelet slipped off right at Finnick’s feet. He grabbed it cautiously as if he’d be attacked for holding it but nobody noticed and Y/N certainly didn’t mind after returning to the Capital with the money from Coriolanus’s win, she had more than enough jewelry.

He attempted to give it back but she was no where to be seen as her and Coriolanus left. He was angry and he was good at handling his emotions outwardly but he knew he was a fuse ready to blow when it came to his little snowflake.

Finnick kept the bracelet in his pocket, bringing it everywhere to go to remind him of the goodness in this world. Not expecting to ever see her again.

That was until the 25th Hunger Games, The Quarter Quell.

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Y’all I’m totally a hyper fixation writer, I’ll post a bunch about my current obsession then move on, which is a terrible habit (since I need to finish part three of my little snowflake) BUT to get back into writing I’m gonna write about my current fixation HAZBIN HOTEL/HELLUVA BOSS.

*Fair warning I don’t know if I did the characters justice with this one, kinda all over the place.

Let’s do some headcannons shall we?

Y!Lucifer x Fizzarolli’s sibling headcannon + short imagine

(+Platonic Fizzarolli)

~ You guys would meet at one of Ozzie’s many parties that I’m sure he hosts for all of hell’s rulers or prominent figure’s.

~It had been you and Fizzarolli against the world for a while. Ever since the explosion at the circus, you guys took to sticking together, rarely forming connections with anybody.

~He was the first to branch out, moving in with Asmodeus once they got together. He brought you along with him, of course he couldn’t leave his favorite person behind.

~ You still had your doubts, after all you had trusted Blitzø more than anyone (besides your brother)

~You did make up with him after he explained but the idea that miscommunication can make you hate someone you’ve known your entire life? Terrifying.

~Anyways, it was a pretty packed night at Ozzie’s. Everybody who was anybody showed up to make connections, meet up with friends, and have a little fun.

~You weren’t much of a party person which was pretty inconvenient for someone living in the Lust district of hell.

~ But Fizz had promised if you went to this you could choose the next activity (which would be something he absolutely hated meaning anything where he would have to sit still)

~ You had been walking around the rooms edges, observing the people more than partying yourself.

~ That’s when Lucifer walked in. Most of the crowd turned to look at him, because although he did reside in pride he was the King of Hell himself, fallen Angel, etcétera etcétera.

~He was nervous of course, he rarely left his castle let alone Pride. But, with him recently reconciling with Charlie, he figured he should reconcile with some old friends.

-Which led him straight to the leader of Lust himself.

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Lucifer walked over to the tall figure that was Asmodeus, who was more interested in making sure his boyfriend was having a goodnight compared to anything else, although he kept a occasional eye out for you, making sure no one was being invasive.

“H-Hey buddy!” Lucifer called out as he approached like a nervous child knowing they had screwed up and were about to be scolded.

Asmodeus turned to look at him, giving him a small glare before shooting up (not before holding onto his love tightly).

“Where have you been short king? Watching only you fight that asshole Adam on tv was the closest I’ve got to seeing you in years.” Asmodeus said as he approached the small man.

Lucifer chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck shrugging, knowing that he didn’t have much of a reason other than his own anxiety.

“Oh you know been here and there, whose this?” He spoke before changing the subject, pointing at Fizzarolli who became slightly nervous. Of course he was always good at putting on a show but meeting the king of hell was as nerve wracking as it gets, he was half hoping that Striker would show up and take him out of the situation.

But he had no where to go.

“This is the absolute love of my life, Fizzarolli.” Asmodeus spoke, not even stuttering as he talked proudly about his love.

Fizzarolli waved albeit a little awkwardly but shook that off and forced himself to he confident, and what the best way to do that then bring his sibling to his side

“Y/N!!” He yelled as he saw them along the edge of the room drinking something as they looked at their watch counting the minutes until they could leave.

They looked up as they heard their brother’s voice and walked towards them, not noticing the King whose eyes were very close to turning into hearts.

His mouth was open a little and Asmodeus reached to close it with a small chuckle.

Lucifer had never seen someone like you before. Even Lilith couldn’t amount to your beauty. He felt something taking place in his heart, digging its roots in and refusing to leave. Albeit he didn’t want it to.

His eyes never left you as you got close and Fizz wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in. Lucifer looked at him mildly jealous before covering it up.

“This is Y/N, my sibling” He introduced theatrically, waving an arm in the air and bowing as if you weren’t blushing from embarrassment already.

Lucifer shook away his nervousness and unknowingly let out a sigh of relief that you guys were not together.

He held out a hand as a greeting. You put your hand in his expecting a hand shake, but he pulled it up to his lips and kissed your hand gently as you blushed.

“Lucifer Magne, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” He spoke with a sort a awe in his tone. You froze slightly, hearing the name calling of the king of hell come out of his mouth.

This was the king of hell?!

Of course you’d seen glimpses of him on tv but not enough to be able to pick him out of a crowd.

“O-Oh” you stuttered out as you bow nervously. He shook his head and gently lead you up.

“You don’t have to bow… I mean you’ll be royalty someday.” He muttered out the last part as if he didn’t just meet you. After all the obsession has set in and he didn’t want it or you to go anywhere.

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli shared a look, a small smirk mirrored between them at the sight of the two. After all they could feel the tension between them rolling off in waves, not fully grasping the distinct look in Lucifer’s eyes, as if he was itching to reach out and hold you.

“Why don’t you two go dance hmm? Get to know each other a little?” Asmodeus suggested in his smooth tone. Fizzarolli couldn’t tell if he wanted you to find someone or not. After all you have always been together, and yes he has someone, but if you did too, would you leave him and move in with them?

He was thinking over too much. Who’s to say you liked Lucifer? And even if you did get together you wouldn’t leave for awhile right?

Not if Lucifer had any choice in it. You’d be moved into pride by the end of the month.

And this was a New Year’s Eve party.

For anyone’s who’s curious,

Part 2 for my little snowflake (platonic yandere Corio) is in progress 💙❄️

Could we get something with Yandere ouat Peter? Preferably gender-neutral or nb reader.

An idea I had is maybe Hook has a kid, so the character would have grown up in Neverland. I think maybe a platonic Yandere Peter would be v interesting, where he maybe tries to interact with reader as a ‘cool older brother’ sort of figure, despite the fact that reader very much knows exactly who he is and that he’s dangerous. Romantic would be fine too though!

Thank you so much for the request! I apologize it took so long and I have not written in a while so I hope it's okay!

I loved this idea so I had to see how it'll play out. I did the platonic version and although I did use Y/N and made them gender-neutral, I wrote they were 17 for the story's sake. I often have Peter refer to them as a child because in his mind he feels the need to take care of and protect them.

I am considering a part two if people like this idea enough, maybe taking place when the Storybrooke residents arrive.

Warning: Yandere Behavior

Word Count: 2886

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The Love Of A Brother

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The day Killian Jones, otherwise known by his more colorful moniker Hook, came to Neverland was a day he would never forget.

He had many men aboard, each desiring to never grow old until they wished. They all had been warned about the dangers that lurk within the water and upon the soil of Neverland but the idea of dying from old age was a more terrifying feat to them.

However, one person had little choice in the matter, as they were still somewhat forced to come to Neverland.

Captain Hook's kid, Y/N.

After the day Mila died it was up to him to become a single parent. Overall he was rather good at it. Always telling stories so that they would be able to sleep at night or sitting by their bedside when they had gotten a cold. But, no matter how much love they held for each other, Killian could not stop going after the man who killed his wife and the mother of his child.

Y/N was 17 the day they had arrived in Neverland and would remain so until the day they left.

This was not a decision Hook made lightly. Bringing the person he cared for more than anyone into the hellish landscape wasn't something he'd wish on his worst enemy (other than Rumpelstiltskin) but the idea of leaving them with no idea when he would return hurt even more.

So he created the rules.

Do not leave the boat without permission.

Do not ever interact with Peter Pan or his shadow.

Avoid the Lost Boys.

"Who is Peter Pan?" They asked their father as the Jolly Roger settled after coming through the portal to Neverland.

"A bloody demon." He responded looking at the dark island as it neared.

Hook began telling the stories that he knew. Even sharing how he had met Peter Pan in the first place. Albeit leaving out what happened to his brother as he blamed himself as well as Pan for the tragedy.

Pan knew he was arriving on the island. Hook riskily contacted him through his shadow to come to a truce before being allowed to arrive on the island.

But there was a little thing Hook had forgotten to mention.

His child.

He had hoped that if none of the inhabitants of the island knew their relation, with Peter assuming they were deckhands or something, they wouldn't be targeted if Peter got bored or wanted to play a game.

But the resemblance was noticeable from the first meeting.

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As the boat docked onto shore to make an initial supply run, Hook kept Y/N close. Half of the crew, including the two of them, walked carefully through the jungle, avoiding every thorn they came across.

But the real danger was just up ahead. After all, Peter Pan wouldn't be a polite host if he didn't welcome his guests.

The second the pirates entered a clearing they were surrounded by the sound of rustles as the leaves moved around the edge of the clearing and a figure appeared about 20 feet ahead on the other end.

Hook froze, he knew he should have expected him to show himself this early, but a part of him had hoped he wouldn't, not yet at least.

Y/N held onto their bow and arrows tightly as they observed the boy up ahead who looked just a little older than them. Judging by the way he held the spotlight, they had to assume this was Peter Pan.

"Look what we have here, I didn't expect to see you on the island this quickly. I mean after what had happened last time you were here, the idea of returning so willingly was unexpected, Captain." Peter spoke as he neared the group, the Lost Boys forming a circle around them to prevent anyone from running.

Peter inspected the group as they each held some form of weapon. Be it a dagger, sword, or even one with a bow and arrow.

He neared the one with the bow and arrow, the idea of figuring out what else made them so different lingered in his mind. Peter stood closely in front of them, studying their appearance and the subtle yet noticeable looks towards the direction of Hook.

This is when something had clicked.

His brain was no longer assessing the group as a whole or messing with the Captain. His thoughts were reserved for only them. The way they were trying to hide their shaking hands and the way they held onto the bow tighter the closer he got. The shine of their eyes as they looked at him almost like a frightened deer.

He could recognize a scared child anywhere and this time he didn't want it to be his fault. It was like an instinct of protection filled his black heart. Their fearful yet innocent gaze was embedded into his soul. Someone like this simply couldn't live with harsh pirates.

He reached a hand out towards them but Hook stepped in the way. His gaze was harsh yet Peter could easily detect the fear hidden in them. For himself or the child, he wasn't sure.

Peter smirked at Captain Hook as he realized why they had looked so familiar now seeing the similarities in their features and hair color. He had been to distracted by the odd feeling of protection and familiarity to even acknowledge the finding.

"You have a child? My you got busy after leaving last time." He teased as he glanced around the man to see them standing there, their gaze locked onto the ground.

"Stay away from them or so help me you will have wished-" Hook began to say before Peter cut him off.

"You'll do what? Let me remind you, you're here because I allow it. You eat the island's food only because I allow it. You only live because I have use for you yet." He threatened motioning his hand for the Lost Boys to run away.

Y/N took a sigh of relief as the group dispersed but their worry would still remain until Peter was out of their sight. The ideas of the horrors they were told, all of which could happen to them just by being in his presence, filled their anxious mind.

Peter stared at Hook seriously before sending a look and a playful wink toward Y/N, hoping to make them less afraid.

"I'll see you soon." He commented staring directly into their eyes before disappearing.

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Apparently soon meant a few days.

It first began when Y/N was laying on deck, watching the stars when someone appeared next to them and laid down on the spare part of the blanket.

“The stars are beautiful aren’t they?” He spoke as if lying on the ground next to them wasn’t an unusual occurrence.

Y/N was silent, trying to hide the fact they were afraid. The unknowing was terrible, the idea that their father was fast asleep, probably passed out from exhaustion at that, was nerve-wracking as they could not call for help.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me.” Pan said genuinely, staring at the side of their face as he admired their courage to hide their fear.

“Why wouldn’t I be? You have a reputation you know. I’m sure you could get rid of me in a heartbeat.” Y/N was nervous now, it audibly showed through the small stutter that sounded in their sentence.

“That doesn’t mean I want to… Do you know why I’ve brought all these boys to the island?”

“Because they’re lost?”

“Because no one deserves to feel alone.”

Peter Pan believed that because Y/N was an only child who spent their whole life traveling the seas, that they had to be lonely. They are constantly moving and never staying in one place, let alone with people their age.

Then their father, he’s a pirate with a drinking problem who is so obsessed with revenge that even though he is protective and loves his child, Peter couldn’t tell you which the man valued more.

Revenge or love?

If Peter were to take her right now, he could be their older brother. Someone who takes care of their little sibling in the face of everything like heartbreak, anxiety, everything that would make them feel anything other than happiness.

Y/N would be his sibling. He’d be their only brother.

Being an older brother to Y/N sounded perfect to him.

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Their next encounter was when they had been sitting on the edge of the beach as the Jolly Roger was anchored nearby.

Y/N's father had allowed them to hang out along the shore alone.

The captain and crewmates were planning on staying on the edge of the jungle that was Neverland. He had figured they would be okay for a couple hours and that he could hear if they needed anything.

He knew the dangers that posed leaving them there alone but he thought they would be cornered again the second they entered the tree line so there really wasn’t anywhere ‘safe’ at the moment.

That’s how he rationalized it at least.

But when Peter saw them sitting alone on the shore, the mermaids moving closer by the second, he saw Hook as irresponsible and unfit to care for Y/N.

He quickly approached them, the sight of him causing the mermaids to swim away quickly, realizing that was not someone they wanted to lure in.

“Y/N.” Peter said as he approached, sitting in the sand next to them.

“What are you doing?” They spoke questioningly “I thought you would be bothering my father and his crew.”

“Is that what he counted on. Me leaving you alone as they frolicked or whatever they are doing in the jungle? Is that why he left you here defenseless?” He replied getting more confident that Killian wasn’t fit to take care of Y/N.

“I don’t like what you’re accusing him of.” Y/N replied, glaring at Pan in front of them but if anything it was adorable.

He raised his hands jokingly as if he actually felt threatened by them.

“I’m just saying, he knows the dangers of this island. If it’s not me, it’s the lost boys, then the Dreamshade, and as you almost realized, the mermaids.” Peter counted off making Y/N realize what the subtle splashing noise they heard was. “He shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“I’m 17. I can take care of myself for a few hours.” They argued, much like if they were telling their older sibling they didn’t need to be babysat.

“Sure you can. But you don’t need to when I’m here.”

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From then on he would appear randomly whenever he knew Y/N was alone.

When they weren’t, he was silently protecting them from the shadows.

If we’re sketching in their room? He’d sit next to them silently, allowing them to focus. Meanwhile he was busy admiring their skills even if it was a simple picture of the sky.

They volunteered to go look for some more supplies on the island?

They mysteriously got separated from the group for a few hours.

He took them saying ‘I can take care of myself for a few hours’ rather literally. In those few hours, they got an entire tour of the main points of the island.

Even the camp.

Peter had them sit on his designated chair, introducing Y/N as their little sibling. Each of the boys came up to them and introducing themselves enthusiastically as the proposed all the fun games they could play if they were to stay.

Even when Y/N emphasized greatly that they couldn’t.

Each and every time.

When their birthday came around Peter gifted them a necklace, his initials were on the inside, to protect them from anyone who finds their way to the island.

Although he made sure to use his magic to conceal the necklace from the eyes of Hook.

Not that he cared about what the man thought, after all nothing would keep him from his little sibling.

Nothing.

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The day Peter had been preparing for came sooner than expected.

Hook had discovered a way to kill the dark one and his need for the island was gone. Meaning it was time to return back to the enchanted forest.

The crew had begun preparing to return back to the forest. Packing up their supplies and strapping down anything they had on deck to prepare for traveling through the portal.

Y/N was packing up anything loose in their room. They had mostly finished other than having to pack the rest of their art supplies.

“So you were just going to leave and not tell your older brother? I'm offended” Peter spoke appearing in their room and sitting on their bed.

In their deal, he had allowed Hook to leave once he had found a way to accomplish his goal.

That was before he had met Y/N.

“I was never going to say in Neverland. I was always going to leave. I don’t know what you were expecting.” Y/N spoke harshly trying to push him away.

They had to admit, after all this time spent with Peter, that it was hard to view him as some irredeemable demon. He comforted them when they had nightmares of their mother’s death, protected them from the mermaids, did their favorite activities with them (even if he was not really invited), and seemed to love them.

Peter knew they were just trying to protect themself from the pain of leaving so they lashed out. He could tell they were saddened at the thought of leaving him. This made him feel warm inside.

Y/N assumed they’d be fine once leaving Neverland, they would have to forget about Peter Pan and their life would go back to normal, well as normal as it gets.

Suddenly they heard approaching footsteps.

“Y/N? Are you ready to go? We are about to enter the portal now.” Killian called through the closed door, his eagerness to leave the island covering the fact that there was a muffled sound as he spoke. Hook was ecstatic, his time for revenge had come. His head was in the clouds as he ran over his plan over and over again. Causing him to not even think to just poke his head in to check on his child, just of the idea that the portal was closing any minute

The muffled noise was Peter whispering that he would not let Hook leave if they said anything other than that they were ready.

Y/N knew if they weren’t allowed to leave, their father would be devastated.

“Yes father, I’m ready!” They called back and the two listened as the man’s footsteps grew farther and farther away.

“You can’t leave Y/N. You’re my little sibling, I have to take care of you.” He spoke manipulatively the second Hook was out of distance.

“I have to. If it’s up to me, I’ll never leave my father. He raised me, he loves me! He will take care of me better than you ever can.” Y/N retorted, frustrated at the situation. Why wouldn't Peter just go away? They knew they cared for him, even just a little bit. But their father was very important to them. Even if he had been a little distracted while searching for revenge, they didn't feel his love any less.

A loving father or a over protective, self-proclaimed brother.

They knew which had meant more. They had made their choice, one they couldn't vocalize as Peter softly blew poppy dust into their face, causing them to pass out instantly.

“Then it isn’t up to you.” as he spoke “This is for your own good. I love you Y/N and I know you love me. You are better off at my side.”

He picked them up bridal style as he and Y/N disappeared off the boat and reappeared in the camp. All of their stuff appears on the ground off to the side of them.

"Welcome to your new home, Y/N"

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Hook had gone to Y/N’s cabin to check on them, the portal closing behind him as they could see the Enchanted Forest off in the distance.

He was eager to see his child, wanting to celebrate the idea of finally being able to avenge his wife and their mother. Hook knocked and didn’t hear an answer assuming they had been disoriented or hurt by the portal, he opened the door quickly.

But, he was met with an empty room and no Y/N.

He looked around for any signs frantically before he spotted a letter on the bed.

Hook,

You were always too focused on the idea of revenge that you neglected what was in front of you. You never deserved Y/N and you never will. Each time you left them alone, I was there. I comforted them, I protected them, and I loved them. Each thing is something you couldn't do while you searched for something you did not even know existed. Y/N will be better off without you.

I always wondered if you'd choose revenge over love.

I guess I have my answer.

Their brother,

Peter Pan