The Demon Archer - OUAT Meripan Fanfic

We Are The Fallen Angels

The boy found the Scottish princess at the highest peak in Neverland. She was waiting for him, her hair tangling in the wind coming in from the sea. Hearing his footsteps she turned around, a smirk already growing on her features. "Didn't expect you to be up so soon after last night," she smoothly said, grinning as she crossed her arms. Pan raised an eyebrow. "I wasn't the one screaming 'fuck me' repeatedly." Merida rolled her eyes. "Whatever. We've got work to do. There's a small town in Maine, I believe, that. . . .requires our presence. Is our deal still on?" She asked sharply. Pan smirked slowly. "We'll be in Storybrooke by tonight. With the Lost Boys of course. They wouldn't want to miss anything."
"Until then, Peter Pan. I'll see you there," she chuckled quietly before disappearing into the thick underbrush.
Pan smiled slightly, his hands falling to his sides where his fingers brushed up against something in his pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out to see a tiny bear carved from wood that he had made for Merida long ago. Glancing back to where she had disappeared, he hesitated for a moment before tossing the carving to the side where it bounced against the rocks and disappeared over the edge of the cliff. They had work to do.

The sun was hanging low in the sky as Pan and his Lost Boys jumped through the portal and appeared in the woods outside of Storybrooke. He wasn't surprised to see a familiar snarky redhead leaning against a tree as he slipped away from the group of boys.
"Storybrooke will finally be mine." Merida flashed a disconcerting grin. "Ours," she corrected herself as he pulled her into him, his lips skimming her neck. His eyes met hers as he pulled back for a moment, an unreadable expression on his face. "You're going to try to kill me after this."
Merida smiled again, blinking as her eyes flashed black. "Yes." She leaned forward and hungrily kissed him as her hand fisted in his hair, roughly tugging him towards her. He kissed her back with just as much fierceness, his hands sliding down her side. His palm fell on the hilt of her dagger and he slowly slid it out of the sheath, tossing it into the underbrush. She never felt a thing.

Heroes in Storybrooke looked up in shock as storm clouds started gathering above the small town. Some of them pushed their way out of the cafe where they were having supper, and others came out from the houses. Then an all too familiar boy appeared in the middle of the street. From the woods streamed Lost Boys, all of them brandishing weapons of all kinds; leading them was a red haired girl with a bow, who came and stood next to Pan. The Lost Boys surrounded the small cluster of heroes in the middle of the town square, enclosing them in a ring of deadly looking weapons. Pan gave a satisfied smirk, his green eyes traveling slowly over the heroes who all had a stunned look at seeing him again. He then looked sideways at the girl standing next to him and smiled slightly. "Ready Love?" He asked softly. She smiled in response and took her stance next to Pan, pulling an arrow from her quiver and fitting it to her bow. Pan turned and proudly took in the Boys gathered around the heroes. In one quick motion he pulled out his dagger, brandishing it in the air, the fading sunlight making the blade a blood red color. "Come on Boys!!!" Pan faced the people of Storybrooke with a devilish smirk on his face as the cheers of the Lost Boys echoed throughout the town. Merida raised her bow, and glanced over at Pan with a smirk on her face and a glint in her pitch black eyes. "Let's play."

The town exploded in chaos as the Lost Boys rushed forward, the heroes responding and trying to band together. Merida grinned, reveling in the tension in the air. "Oh I've waited so long for this," she chuckled, her Scottish accent rolling off her tongue effortlessly. She warningly glanced at Pan next to her. "The Savior's mine."
"Don't let me stop you." Pan raised an eyebrow at her and glanced towards the pawn shop. "I have my own business to attend to." Merida was already gone, heading towards Emma who was in the thick of the mayhem. She was fighting valiantly, although having gotten several shallow wounds already. The ring of Lost Boys was broken apart as the Savior sent a fireball at them, providing a perfect open target for Merida. The girl raised her bow, squinting slightly as she placed Emma in her sights.
"Go to hell," Merida grinned wickedly, releasing the arrow.
The razor-sharp weapon flopped to the ground as the severed bow string made the bow violently snap back. The redhead took a startled step back, looking down at the useless bow in her hand before hearing a footstep behind her. She whipped around, instinctively reaching for her dagger but only finding a empty sheath.
"Don't. Touch. My. Daughter." Snow growled before releasing the next arrow at Merida in the blink of an eye.

Pan grinned at Rumple, power coursing through his veins as he raised his hand, ready to end this once and for all.
A piercing scream came from outside, and time seemed to stand still as the boy spun around, seeing Merida stagger back with a look of unbelief before collapsing onto the street, an arrow pierced through her chest.