"Are you still upset with me?" He asked, tying the first bow slowly.
"No, I'm not." She said back. "Ares taught me how to control my temper." She smiled at the thought of her boyfriend. Pan, however, grew jealous and decided it would be fun to tug...
Three months had passed. Over the time of Y/n being asleep, Pan slept on the floor. He, though he wasn't always a gentleman, slept on the floor. Sure, it was uncomfortable, but something told him that Y/n would have his head if he took her off.
Peter talked to her when he had some free time. He told her about his adventures in Neverland, Lost Boys... everything. She was like a person -she was a person- but Pan seemed to talk to her as if he had known her his whole life.
But what Peter didn't know was that Y/n had heard him. She didn't know it was the demon speaking, but she heard. She had no choice but to listen to the British voice.
"One time," Peter rubbed his nose and carried on his stories "we were all hunting and a squirrel crossed our path." He chuckled "all the Lost Boys were so terrified. I remember just laughing..."
—Ares POV—
Captain Hook scoffed.
"Waking up by talking to her won't work." He burdened. "She was put out by magic, there's no way she'll wake up by a few meaningless words."
"They're not meaningless!" I snapped, taking a step closer.
"That's cute." He muttered "but the only thing that's going to wake her up is magic."
"What kind of magic?"
—3rd Person POV—
Hook pondered the question. The last time she was unconscious for this long was when she overpowered herself. Pan helped her then, but he was no longer an option. Then, Hook had a thought. In the Enchanted Forest he met Snow White. But he wouldn't have met her if it weren't for Prince Charming... true loves kiss.
"True loves kiss, my boy. True loves kiss."
"True loves kiss?"
"Aye." Hook sighed. He didn't know of Y/n's full feelings for the boy in front of him, but if she cared for him enough to date him... well, he must be pretty damn special. "Boy," Hook places a gentle hand on Ares' shoulder. "Do you love my daughter?"
"M-more than anything, s-sir." Ares stuttered.
"Then you need to kiss her. Wake my daughter up."
"How do I know this isn't some trick just for you to kill me." The boy was cautious, Hook gave him that.
"Because if my daughter decided to place her heart in your hands... she must care for you. I trust her judgement. I wouldn't be the reason her happiness was taken away." Ares blushed, he was thankful Hook couldn't see under the dark lighting.
The curly-haired-boy slowly walked over to his sleeping girlfriend. He moved a small hair off of her lip, and a comforting hand on her forehead. He leaned his head down and placed a small kiss on her lips.
A light came bursting out of her, the same as the one Henry had when Emma kissed him. He hoped. But none of this happened. Y/n remained motionless. Her breathing stayed the same. Nothing had happened.
"Why-why didn't it work?" Ares asked, he was growing angry.
"It's not true love." Hook sighed.
"Wha-what do you mean it's not true love! I love her!" Ares yelled.
"Are you sure she replicated the feeling?" Hook said loudly over Ares' voice.
Ares scoffed and pushed past the one handed pirate. If Y/n didn't love him, then who was the lucky bastard who held her heart.
———
Hook let out a sigh and walked over to his dear daughter.
"I'm sorry, Sailor." All of the sudden, a light burst through the room, the lights flickered on. And Y/n's e/c eyes opened to their fullest.
"What's going on?" Her voice was groggy. "What happened?"
"Sailor!" Hook smiled, his hand was still on her forehead. "You're- You're awake!" He rejoiced
"Yeah, I noticed." She mumbled, removing the nasal cannula from her nose. "What happened?"
"Cora knocked you out."
"What? For how long?"
"Three weeks."
"Three weeks! Where's Ares!?" Hook dreaded this question.
"He was uh, just here. He needs some time."
"Why?" Y/n furrowed her eyebrows.
"Because his true loves kiss didn't work."
17 Years BC (Before Curse) —3rd Person POV—
One month had passed. It was the night of the Solar Eclipse.
Peter Pan held Y/n Jones in his arms as he carried her down to the beach of Neverland. He laid the delicate girl down with her feet facing the sun.
The sun was almost over the moon, Pan was almost blinded. He took the wooden bowl with the water and dreamshade in it and poured it into her mouth, making sure to tilt her head up.
The sun was finally covering the moon. Y/n started shaking, her whole body was trembling. Peter immediately grabbed her hand whilst his left palm was still under her neck.
The sun had passed, but only slightly. This, however, was enough to make the eyes of Y/n Jones fly open...
