Children Of The Night ∾ Once Upon A Time

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Pic of them both at the top. Pan on the left and his brother on the right. There may be triggering parts to this fanfiction so read at your own risk!

Two brothers; Twins to be exact.

One held the heart of evil, whilst the other, held nothing but light. Sounds like all of the classical fairytale stories where the heroes get their happy endings whilst the villains - well, the villains die.

The younger one whom held the purest of heart, had a slight maroon gleam to his brunette hair, his lips being more shaped and his nose slightly longer.

Though he had more defined facial features, he lacked it in body, seeming a scrawny teenage boy when next to his brother, Peter Pan. He was shorter than Pan, and not so muscular. He had a crooked 'X' carved into his arm, always giving him a friendly reminder of what happened when he went against his brother's orders and/or rules. All he ever wanted was his happy ending.

But in Neverland, there's no such thing as a 'Happy Ending'.

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He lay in his bed in his own treehouse, dreading the day ahead of him. Every day, he woke up to be devastated to still be alive. He wished he could escape it all but, unfortunately, he couldn't. Pan wouldn't allow it.

It was recently decided that there would be girls aloud on the island, but only ones who Peter Pan deemed worthy fit to survive on the island. The rest? He just left them.

The boy did find it cruel. Who knows what could be happening to them right now. Some may be abused, physically and sexually. He dreaded to think how they'd be stuck there, powerless to do anything.

He reluctantly got up and rolled out of his bed, seeing he was just in his boxers. He sighed and snapped his fingers, his brown trousers appearing on his small frame. He didn't know where his shirt was, and he couldn't put his shirt on with his magic without knowing where it was.

He yawned and stretched, ruffling his hair slightly as he walked out of his treehouse and gliding down, skipping the ladder.

He heard a female chuckle, his eyes immediately snapping open and seeing two girls sitting by the fire, sitting with Felix and Pan. One was giggling at the messy-haired teen, and the other was gaping at him. Not in a good way, a sort of 'Go clean yourself up' kind of way. He sweetly smiled at them both, mentally thinking that these girls were gorgeous.

One had a very rare form of long ginger hair that stopped at the bottom of her spine, brown, blonde and red fixing themselves into the dark ginger whilst her eyes gleamed a dark green, her not-so-slim but yet still quite slim figure being in an hourglass-type shape. Her nose was small and round, a small scar at the end of it. (Like Robbie's one above the eyebrow) Her lips were somewhat thin, but plump. She was the one who chuckled.

The other was very tan, large brown eyes and dark brown hair that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades. She was very slim and didn't have as much of a curvy figure as the other. He could tell they both had a little bit of fire in them just by looking at them.

The boy turned away and walked towards his brother, halting immediately once he reached a couple of yards behind him.

"Don't you have a shirt?" His brother retorted.

The boy snorted, "Well, I would if the boys did as they were meant to and sort out my clothes for the morning, and bring them in when I sent the signal to show that I was awake. I did that one hour ago!" Once he said this, he immediately regretted it, feeling a sharp blade slash against his right cheek.

Pan's now black eyes stared down into the boy's blue ones, "Don't ever talk back to me. You know what happened when you disobeyed me - and my rules - last time."

"Y-yes, Pan."

"Go back to your treehouse. I need to speak with you."