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It was hard for a Fae to get rid of a grudge, and the one that was sticking out blaringly in Wil’s mind was that of one Harry Hook getting off scot-free (no pun intended) for burning his face with iron and caging him. His father had said to let the other King deal with him, but that was a joke. He should have never given him that heart back. He’d just been upset - a problem he seemed to have when his emotions took over. Wil was impulsive and that’s when he tended to screw things up.. but he couldn’t help it.

Call it impulse, too, but he wanted to find him, now that he wasn’t captive to iron bars. Wil had found his way through a drawn portal to the Isle and it wasn’t too hard to find where he resided, but it wasn’t he who was standing there first.

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His hands were SHAKING, the crumpled parchment in his hands almost RUINED by the amount of pressure he’d been SQUEEZING it but when he heard a DISHEARTENINGLY familiar voice. 

{Meme}: Send “Are you two a couple?” for my muse’s reaction to someone asking if they and your muse are dating {x}

“Yes we are & I love her very much,” he replied immediately & happily.

It was a dare. A fun little dare at that.

It had been years since Pan’s death, according to his father and mother. Killian just told scary stories of the once Boy King of Neverland.

And of course, they’d find themselves here. Harriet, Harry, and CJ. Seeing the dark island was both beautiful and also scary to look at.. just as Harry liked it.

All he had to be wary of was the vicious remaining Lost Boys that refused to leave when Emma took them away. Nothing he couldn’t handle, after all.. he could be more vicious than them any day.

The shores felt eerily like he both trespassed onto forbidden land while also feeling like he was home on the shore after so long being away, though he couldn’t remember ever coming here. Everything here felt strangely nice.. in and out.. and he decided to explore.

Walking into the jungle, making sure to head in a straight line so he wouldn’t get lost. After all, all he had to worry about here were some pathetic wild kids and maybe some Dreamshade... right?

Strange how Neverland seemed to thrive so well without it’s self proclaimed king.

If his dark hair and resemblance didn’t give away who’s kid he was, the sharp hook he grasped sure would bring back some memories. “Pan Pan, Peter Pan, want tae play~?” He sang, only to chuckle at how stupid the dare was.

He stretched his arms and legs out as far as he could go without straining a muscle..

Freedom at last. Two decades spent on that miserable rock did not temper her desire to remain outside the system. It drove home to her the need to stay there. One king throws a beastly tantrum and everyone pays the consequence until the next one grows bored of it? (Reminded her of her ex, actually.)

Today, though, she’d set aside piratey desires and focus more on something more important. “Harriet! Dinner!” Her eldest was visiting. Milah was determined to make an actual meal that wasn’t littered with spoiled and rotten food. Everything was fresh. And the herbs she used were to enhance flavor, not cover anything up.

Leaning back from the table she sighed in satisfaction. The roast beasty was nice and roasted with proper potatoes and fresh vegetables practically stewed in the juices. The rolls were warm and soft with not a fleck of fuzz or green to be seen. The butter was actual butter and not whatever she was forced to congeal in a can.