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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm/Emma_Swan, Henry_Mills/Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm
  Character:
      Emma_Swan, Peter_Pan_|_Malcolm, Henry_Mills_(Once_Upon_a_Time), Snow
      White_|_Mary_Margaret_Blanchard, Prince_"Charming"_James_|_David_Nolan,
      Evil_Queen_|_Regina_Mills, Felix_(Once_Upon_a_Time), Baelfire_|_Neal
      Cassidy, Rumplestiltskin_|_Mr._Gold, Belle_(Once_Upon_a_Time)
  Additional Tags:
      Stockholm_Syndrome, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Extremely_Dubious_Consent,
      Drugs, memory_erasing, Incest, Grandparent/Grandchild_Incest, Hostage
      Situations, AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-20 Updated: 2016-08-26 Chapters: 5/? Words: 4047
****** What Nightmares Are Made Of ******
by AshTheLauren
Summary
     They've been back from Neverland for two weeks but he hasn't uttered
     a word except for when he says whose house he wants to stay at for
     the night. And just when Emma figured out the answer, they get a
     visitor who is ready to enact his revenge on the one that got away.
Notes
     I can't say why this came to me, my brain's weird as you've probably
     guessed by now, but it's been bugging me for a few days and I finally
     decided to sit down and write it out. It'll probably only get up to 7
     chapters before I wrap it up. I have the ending already set in my
     mind. Hope you enjoy. Please read the tags. PUHLEASE.
***** Interrupted Answers *****
It was an understandable reaction, she constantly told herself as she studied
her son's unchanging, expressionless features. It had only been two weeks since
their return from Neverland and at first, Emma figured the way he clung to her
or Regina was normal thanks to the traumatizing experience but every night
since then, he's slept in either hers or his brunette mother's bed, depending
on where he felt like staying that day. Today he decided to stay with the
Charmings in their loft since Regina told him she would be home late should he
want to stay at the mansion. The mere mention of having to be alone was why he
was sitting on the couch, mindlessly staring at the television screen as some
cartoon was on. Her phone vibrating in her back pocket was what drew her
attention away from worrying.
 
“Hey. Is everything okay?” She asks, already knowing exactly who it was that
had called without having to look at the screen.
 
“No. Has he shown any new signs?” Regina asked, tone riddled with sadness.
 
Excusing herself from the room, letting her parents know she was going to take
the call out in the hall, she waited until she closed the door before
answering, “Unfortunately no. And it’s really got me worried. It’s been two
weeks Regina and the only time he speaks is to tell us whose house he wants to
stay at.”
 
Sighing, the brunette leaned back in her office chair, pinching the bridge of
her nose.
“I thought maybe daily sessions with Archie would help but he says all Henry
does is stare at the floor the entire time. We have to do something and I mean
soon. I’m scared we’re losing him, Emma...”
 
It got quiet for a moment, neither woman knowing what to say, especially Emma,
because the thought of losing their only son was too upsetting to reflect on.
 
“Tomorrow. We’ll have a family session tomorrow with Archie. All of us,
including my parents, Gold and Neal. Maybe if he sees that all of us are here
and won’t let anything else happen to him, something will click.”
 
Hesitant at the idea of putting Henry on the spot, Regina nodded her head, more
so to reassure herself that this would be good for him, “Alright. I hope this
will work because if it doesn’t,”
 
Emma quickly cut her off, “Let’s not go there.” There was a silent agreement
made between them before they said their goodbyes and she went back inside the
loft, the young teen still in the position he was when she stepped outside.
 
“Kid, c’mon, it’s dinner time.” Henry got up, gaze staying on the floor as he
walked to the table where the rest of his family was sitting down, and ate his
food quietly. Emma figured it was a improvement because for the first two days
he wouldn’t eat or drink, just watch television, Peter Pan cartoons to be
exact, and it infuriated and scared Regina to the point where she was ready to
put him in the hospital so he could be force fed.
 
But the next afternoon he managed to eat half of a slice of pizza before
pushing his plate away and resuming his zoned-out TV watching. So for now, she
could say they had accomplished a small victory. Snow discussed the day she had
at school while Emma and Charming talked about having to arrest a drunk Leroy
again but no one tried to force Henry to speak. He was listening, that much
they could tell, but his eyes never lifted from his plate.
 
That night, like all others, after getting cleaned up and into his pajamas,
Henry got into his mother’s bed after she laid down and let her kiss his head
goodnight before going to sleep on his newly proclaimed side. She couldn’t
sleep though, her mind filled with too many thoughts at one time. The main one
being that she wished she had the chance to ring Pan’s neck until it snapped
like a chicken’s, then she would’ve proudly mounted his head up on a wall
somewhere.
 
Well, maybe not that last part but definitely getting rid of him for good would
somewhat soothe her son’s clearly distraught state. Emma figured that, in his
mind, he was worried that somehow Pan would get back into town again, whether
by his shadow or more goons, and kidnap him. But this time finish the job and
use his heart to stay young forever, becoming powerful enough to never worry
about threats from anyone. If only she could – wait a minute that just might be
it! Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner? She could craft a dreamcatcher and
remove the memories of Neverland from him.
 
Easing herself out of bed, making sure not to disturb Henry, she tip-toed
across the room to her desk, fumbling around in the dark as she looked for
string and scissors, she figured her mother would have the rest of the supplies
she needed downstairs. Sure enough when she got down there, a see-through
container labeled ‘School Stuff’ was in the corner. Giving herself a mental
high five, she quietly got what she needed and went back upstairs, not wanting
to disturb her sleeping parents either. This situation had been taking a toll
on them as well but thankfully they were all there to support one another.
 
It didn’t take long before she had weaved and wound one together, her magic
playing a small part in helping. Walking over to Henry’s side of the bed, she
knelt down and held it over his forehead, concentrating hard on making her
son’s pain go away. Just as she saw the magic beginning to glow, her window
suddenly opened, a gust of wind blowing into the room. Narrowing her gaze, she
stood up and cautiously walked over, only to look out and see that no one was
there. Still unsure, she closed the window anyway, still looking out of it to
see if someone was downstairs on the street. “Hello, Emma.”
***** Disappearing Act *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Hello Emma."
Her entire body stilled, she didn't even need to turn around to see who it was.
She knew.There was no way she couldn't know. "Pan," she hissed, finally finding
the motivation to turn her head and sure enough there he was, standing at the
foot of her bed staring at her. "What the hell are you doing here?" Swan was
doing her absolute best not to scream in anger, waking the entire loft and
probably half the town because she couldn't let Henry see him, she couldn't
allow her son to spiral even further into this abyss of nothingness he was
currently in.
"Why, I'm here to pay a visit to my favorite great-grandson. Isn't that
obvious?" His tone was mockingly sweet but Emma wasn't having any of his
nonsense, her maternal instinct went into overdrive as she held up her hand
when Pan took a step closer to Henry. His hand slowly reached out to touch a
strand of Henry's hair that covered his eyes when Emma just snapped, growling
as she lunged at Pan, causing all three to become tangled and hit the floor
with a thud.
Henry awoke startled and as he managed to stand up, Pan was the first thing his
chocolate eyes laid on and instantly he froze with shock, the memory of what
happened when he was alone on that island came rushing back. He could even
smell it, almost similar to wet, freshly cut grass.
He had been hiding in a tree for what felt like hours, shivering as the cool
air hit the various patches on his body where his shirt had been torn. This was
not the Neverland he read about in books, this was a hell he never would’ve
imagined existed. “Henry! Come out, come out, wherever you are! We only want to
play with you!” Felix’s voice could be heard but the preteen could tell he
wasn’t close, at least not yet. He had managed to escape the Lost Boy’s grasp
while he was distracted talking to Pan, the fear of what might happen as he
overheard them discussing who would get first dibs was too overwhelming and all
he wanted was to be wrapped in both of his mothers’ arms. But right now all he
had was his own arms as they wrapped tightly around his legs, that were pulled
up to his chest, his face buried into his knees so his crying could be muffled.
“Henry….”
“Henry?” The snapping of someone’s fingers is what caused him to blink for the
first time since he saw the cause of his nightmares, back, in the flesh. He
immediately noticed that it was Snow snapping her fingers in his face while his
grandfather rubbed soothing circles into his back. But…wasn’t his mother just
here? Twisting his head around in all directions, he searched the entire room
for Emma and their uninvited guest but not a trace could be found.
“Henry?” Snow called out his name once more, their gazes connecting and both
his grandparents let out a relieved sigh. “Sweetheart, where’s Emma?” He wanted
to speak, honestly he did, but when his mouth opened, the words just wouldn’t
come to him. But then he noticed it, the dreamcatcher on the floor on top of
the covers that had fallen from the bed. Pulling away from their protective
bubble, he walked over and picked it up, holding it up to them, earning
confused expressions from the couple.
Maybe a clue could be found in it. He hoped to God it did because he wasn’t
quite sure he’d be able to explain what happened. All he knew was first Emma
and Pan were standing here with them, then the next they were gone.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for it being so short but I wanted to put something out, even
     if it was just a snippet.
***** Seeing Is Believing *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Henry, that's not even possible," Snow tried to reason with her mute grandson.
When they asked him what happened and he couldn't regurgitate what his eyes had
witnessed, he ran over to the desk and grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper,
writing down three simple letters. PAN. The Charmings stood side by side,
staring in shock at what the preteen had written, disbelief could be seen in
their expressions.
"I think you just had a nightmare buddy. I'm going to call your mom and see
where she is," David said, patting Henry on the shoulder before going
downstairs to retrieve his cell phone. His wife lingered a moment longer,
offering her grandson a sympathetic look as she picked up the fallen covers. "I
know it's still hard to get over what happened, sweetheart but you have to
trust that we're here to protect you and won't let anything happen to you. Pan
is realms away, he can't get to you."
Henry sighed loudly, clearly his word wasn't going to be believed, even if he
knew what the hell he saw was his great grandfather standing in this room. "Try
to get some sleep, Henry," Snow kissed the side of his head, "we'll be
downstairs if you need us." With that, she turned and headed down the steps,
but sleeping was the farthest thing from his mind right now. He needed to know
where his mother was and it was obvious he was going to have to find out by
himself.
===============================================================================
 
"Wh-what?" Emma groaned as her eyes slowly opened, darkness surrounding her.
"Where am I?" She asked aloud, though she wasn't sure if she was alone or not.
A figure stepped forward, causing the blonde to squint her eyes as she tried to
sharpen her temporarily blurred vision. "In a secret place," The figure
answered, taking a few steps closer but not enough so that she could see who it
was.
Her hand came up to rub the back of her head, wetness coating her fingers as
she pulled them away, concluding that she was bleeding since sweat wasn't that
thick. "Wh-who are you?" Silence fell amongst the room and all she could hear
was the steady, deep breaths the figure was taking, along with her heart beat
thumping in her ears. "Someone who intends to make you pay for taking what was
meant to be mine!"
Now she didn't need to see to know who it was, "Pan!" Emma growled, pushing
herself up from the ground and doing her best to steady herself but standing
proved to be harder than she originally thought. Her hands reached out in
search of a wall to help her gain some balance but there was none. "You're such
a fighter, Emma. The burning fire in you is the strongest I've ever seen, I
like that."
The throbbing worsened as the seconds passed and it was only when she couldn't
take it anymore that she covered the spot with both her hands, doing just as
Regina said and concentrated, a white glow covered her hands as she healed
herself, immediately falling to the ground once she was done. Pan's plan had
worked perfectly and once the savior was knocked out again, he moved fast,
tying her hands behind her back with the addition of a special cuff to block
her powers.
"When you wake, we'll have some real fun, my little lost girl."
Chapter End Notes
     Another short one, I know, I know. But I promise the next one will be
     long with a flashback as to what happened to Henry in Neverland.
***** Submission *****
“There you are Henry,” Pan spoke softly as he appeared behind his great
grandson, who had taken up refuge in an abandoned tree house in the hopes that
none of the Lost Boys would even think of searching in. “No!” The preteen took
the first step to run but was halted by magic, Pan’s magic. Frozen, Henry could
do nothing but watch as the ruler of Neverland walked to stand in front of him,
the triumphant smirk only adding to the despair the truest believer was
experiencing. “Now Henry, I already told you this; Peter Pan never loses.”
===============================================================================
  “I never lose, Emma. You should’ve learned that by now,” Pan gloats as he
ties Emma’s wrists behind her back. She was starting to wake up again, the
wound on her head, caused by him throwing her against the wall, was healed but
using her magic had depleted what little energy she had left to fight.
Grunting, her eyes fluttered open, the bright light of the room making her
squint as she waited for the blurriness to fade and clarity to reveal itself.
“P-pan, let me go,” she tried to plead but her voice was weak and he had no
intentions of complying with such a request anyway. “I’ll thinkabout letting
you go when I’m done with you. Though I have a feeling that once I amdone, you
won’t want to leave.”
He’s a sadistic little shit,Emma thinks, pain still coursing through the
muscles in her back. Pan hovers over her, his arms folded smugly across his
chest. “Look at me, my little lost girl.” She didn’t want to look up, in fact
she wanted to look in the opposite direction but her eyes betrayed her and
scaled up from his legs to his face, her vision not quite sharp enough to make
out his face. That’s when she realized her body had moved on its own accord.
Huh? “Such a good girl, doing exactly what she’s told. Do you like the way my
magic feels?” For the first time since Pan snuck into her room, Emma was able
to clearly see him and the second she saw his face clear as day, a chill ran up
her spine. How was he so intimidating when he was only a few inches taller than
Henry? “Magic?”
===============================================================================
 “Yes Henry, magic. I can do whatever I want to whomever I want, all thanks to
my powerful magic. And yet I’ve chosen not to use it to control you yet. Want
to know why?” Henry couldn’t even blink, his eyes following Pan as the
centuries-old teen paced in front of him, his hands clasped behind his back.
“Having you give in to me will make the moment I take you that much sweeter.”
In a flash he disappeared and reappeared right in front of Henry’s face, faces
so close that their noses touched while Pan cupped one of his great grandson’s
cheek, “I’m anxious to hear just how loud you can scream my name as I take you
and force you to relinquish yourself to me.”
===============================================================================
“It’s coursing through your veins right now, taking over your body and helping
you submit to me.” The scowl on Emma’s face only earned her a laugh from him.
She tried to wiggle her hands out of the rope but it was too tight, every time
she moved them the rope burned her skin. “The moment I get out of these binds,
I’m going to make you pay for even thinking you could get away with this.” She
continues to struggle, ignoring the budding scars she's going to have for
awhile once she's free, her determination being the only fighting chance she
has against Pan and his magic, whatever it was that he's done to her.
Submission was not an option right now; she couldn't let him have control of
her or her magic. But she begins to feel a stirring between her legs out of
nowhere and it frightens her, she knows exactly what his submission entails now
and she starts tugging her wrists faster. Emma howls out a weak scream that no
one could hear aside from Pan, who drank in the sight of her struggling,
knowing that the more she fights this, the quicker the magic will work.
===============================================================================
“You’re a fighter just like your mother. You’re going to fight me until the
very second the pleasure kicks in but I can assure you, Henry, I may not be
patient with a lot of things but I’ll happily wait for that moment because I’m
going to savor it for all eternity.” With that, Pan’s lips surged forward and
captured Henry’s in a kiss. He wanted to cry, to scream at the top of his lungs
for his mothers to come save him from this but he couldn’t. All he could do was
stand there and take it, and- A rumble bubbled in his throat.
Was that a moan? Was that him or Pan? His eyes widened, the urge to panic
wanting to take over but the magic kept a strong hold over his body and only
allowed him to grunt deep in his throat. “Is that your way of saying you liked
that?” Pan teased, releasing his lips with a nip to the bottom one. Slowly,
without him even knowing it, the magic wore off on just Henry’s head, “NO! Get
away from me!” The first words out of his mouth, that had been stewing in his
throat, didn’t even phase the teen in the slightest. “I’ve told you what’s
going to happen, you’re going to submit whether you like it or not.”
***** Knowing *****
”I just don't understand, David," Snow whisper-exclaims, palms planted firmly
on the kitchen counter as her brows furrow, "why isn't the therapy working?
Something happened on that island and we need to figure out what it was." The
matriarch of the family expels a deep sigh, he was just as lost in the
conundrum as his wife, “If he won’t talk, what do you suggest we do? Other than
call Regina, of course.” A pregnant pause rests between the couple as the
brunette chews on her bottom lip while musing, “I’m not sure, but we’ll take it
one step at a time. First step is to call Regina and get her over here. In the
meantime, you keep trying Emma and see if she answers.” With the both of them
tending to their own phones to make the calls, Henry walks downstairs just in
the nick of time to slip out of the door unnoticed. It’s barely five in the
morning and he knows Granny will just be getting to the diner to start the
first batch of food, so with his backpack on his back, he makes his way there,
leaving his clueless family behind. At least at the diner he can think clearly
and figure out how to get his mother back.
===============================================================================
“Can you feel it yet? The tingling sensation?” Pan breathed out low, his tone
clearly which with maniacal desire. Emma’s only response is the rapid movement
of her chest as she pants, eyes screwed shut in the hopes that if she pretends
this is a dream, that she isn’t really here, maybe it’ll become true. “You
can’t wish me away, Emma,” He laughs mockingly, “Look at me.” And it’s oddly
satisfying how her eyes pop open on their own and flicker up to meet his gaze.
“How does it feel, my little lost girl?” She’s grown weary of fighting it, her
body feeling as if an elephant was sitting on top of her, and like magic, her
lips move on their own accord, “It feels weird.” The blonde scoffs as if that
answer wasn’t obvious enough, but he’s too intrigued by the effects to
reprimand that out-of-line comment at the moment. The leader of the Lost Boys
has an eery smirk splayed on his countenance and it’s spine-chilling to her,
yet when the binds holding her in place disappear, she doesn’t move a muscle. A
few more lights appear to reveal their true surroundings and she immediately
recognizes it as the cabin in the forest that Henry had shown her during one of
their explorations, “Of fucking course.” is muttered inwardly as their eyes
remained locked on each other. “Stand up.” Without thinking twice she’s up on
her feet and barely for a few seconds before his touch is staining her skin,
fingertips dragging down the column of her neck as he seemingly studies her
like she’s some lost artifact. She flinches slightly, this process was all too
familiar and she knew what was coming up next. “Hmm..” Is all she hears before
a hand is dipping beneath the waistband of her pajama shorts and finding that
it was the only barrier between him and her skin. Her breath hitches at his
warm touch and she wants to scream, to still show she had a fighting chance but
when his middle finger swipes between dampened lips to find liquid desire, the
shit-eating grin he’s wearing tells her that she’s lost. “Well, well. It seems
someone enjoys being tied up. Maybe after I take you we’ll play with the ropes
some more, hm?”
===============================================================================
 
“Henry?” The gray-haired woman calls out as she huffs over to the front door,
spotting the child sitting on the stoop. His head whips around at the mention
of his name and he offers her a warm smile. “Come on in here child before you
catch a cold.” Opening the door, she lets him in before closing and locking it
again, smiling as he flung his small arms around her for a big hug. In one of
those hands was a notepad and pencil, which he held up to her after he pulled
back. “Can you stay in here for the morning? Well sure, but are you sure your
folks will be okay with that?” Granny gives him a pointed look, one that he’s
come to learn meant she meant business. He nods anyway though, figuring he
wouldn’t be in too much trouble once his side of the story would be explained.
“Alright then, find your spot and have at it. I’ll bring you out some breakfast
shortly.” She ruffles his hair before disappearing into the kitchen and Henry
clambers over into his favorite booth in the back, settling in and pulling out
his book. There just had to be a clue in here about his great grandfather and
how to permanently defeat the evil being and the pre-teen was determined to
find it and save Emma. Despite his skeptical assurance that it was okay for him
to be there, the elder werewolf called Snow instead and informed her of where
her grandson was. Of course she was ready to run over and drag him back home
but Granny was able to convince her to allow him to stay long enough to get
breakfast and have some time to himself; to which she reluctantly agreed and
they went back to starting a search party for her daughter.
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