Disclaimer:
This is a complete work of fiction. There's no resemblance to actual persons, places and / or events. If so, it is utterly not intended. I do not claim to own Ever After High or anything to do with it at all. Character exposure in this story is completely non-profit and just for fun. I own nothing but my own plot-bunnies. Thank you.

Summary:
Everyone's favorite hero is in a bit of a crisis himself when it comes to finding his own true identity. Join the robber of the rich as he finds out what it means to have a heart in poor condition.

Warning(s):
M-Slash! This fic will contain strongly suggested M-Slash content with continuation, as well as some hetero pairing appearances perhaps, but for right now, you have been warned about pairing content. Coarse language, mild suggestive themes.

Genre(s):
Drama, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Pairing(s):
SparrowxUndecidedMale

Rating:
T, may increase.

Author's Note:
I know you're all shaking your heads, but you just can't keep a writer down! The amount of stories I have on the go, posted on this site alone is nothing comparable to the folders on my computer. XD I just wanted to add a bit more Sparrow love into this fandom because I find the poor guy isn't liked very much. I'm currently undecided as to who I should pair Mr. Sparrow Hood with, but if any of you have suggestions - they're welcome! I'd love to hear them, and preferably male suggestions. I couldn't wait any longer to share this with everyone! Here it is, enjoy :)

Hey, 'sup?!

Oh, sorry - let me properly introduce myself. I'm Sparrow Hood, the next legendary Robin Hood. Well, according to the so-called 'Storybook of Legends' or whatever after. In case you live under a rock or stone and gathered no moss - hahaha, I'll let'cha in on what my story's about. You see, this Hood is a cool guy, he's friends with everyone in the land. I'd like to think he keeps his friends close and his enemies closer in a way.

Anyways, what he does is his life satisfaction. He steals from the rich and gives to the poor. Gold, jewelry - whatever after have you - he takes from the rich who can afford to just buy more, giving it to the less fortunate who are more than grateful.

I think it's a wonderlandiful story, it has strong moral a great background - good development. A band of merry men to hold him on a pedestal, like a shrine. Near worshipping him. And a female accomplice somewhere in the mix - and that's where we run into the problem.

The specific problem is, I like dudes - I don't do chicks.

I've done my research y'know, story upon story, stumbling across 'Once Upon a Time' over and over again - the characters in the story follow their hearts more often than not. I guess you could say my heart is selfish. I have no problem following my story, I rather enjoy my tale in all honesty. The only part of it I don't enjoy, is having a Princess of any kind involved when I'd rather win over a Prince.

"Hello!"

I turn around quickly, it sounds like someone's calling me. But who?

"Over here!"

It wasn't until I nearly bumped into someone, I realized it was them calling me all along. "Oh, hey." I greeted with a small wave.

Duchess twirled around me, demonstrating another countless pirouette before stopping gracefully - as she did most everything. Except sing, that girl could not sing a single note. If she so much as tried - yikes! "Hello to you too, Sparrow." Whenever she called upon me, it honestly made me wonder what she wanted. Or what her ulterior motives were.

Duchess was a decent girl, with her own intent at heart - but I suppose we can all be a wee bit selfish at times, can't we? "What's up, dancing queen?" I asked her thoughtfully, I knew she liked to be praised. She blushed every single time.

Yep, there she blushed. "Well, nothing much. I just hadn't heard your obnoxious guitar so I didn't know if you were present or not." It seemed a bit too simplified for the likes of Miss Swan, but there was a first for everything. "Can-we-talk?" She asked me suddenly, grasping onto my arm.

Her forwardness startled me, but it took a lot to throw Sparrow Hood off guard. Yes ma'am. "Sure. Whatever you like."

She lead me into the woods - despite me having just come out of them myself. "You're the only one that takes me seriously Sparrow." She told me, but it wasn't something I didn't know already.

"Well," I rubbed the back of my neck nervously with my free hand, I wanted to tell her that maybe if she were just a tad bit nicer - she'd have more friends. But I couldn't make a sound. Nothing of the type would come out. "that's not. . . entirely true."

She rolled her eyes, swatting at me. "Of course it is. I just, everyone is so adamant about following their fairytale futures."

I shook my head in protest, "That's not true. Raven Queen doesn't want to, no one really knows about Hatter, I'm cool with my destiny for the most part - but there's others who don't like their fairytales Duch, sometimes you just gotta go with the flow, y'know?" I nearly shook off the inspiration for a rhyming line to add to a song.

She broke free from my grasp on her arm and shook her own head, "You don't understand Sparrow. Yes, your tale is filled with thrilling danger, but you don't die. You don't live just to die young!" Her eyes welled up with tears faster than I could ever try to console her. A feather or two fell down solemnly.

"Duchess!" I called after her, but she only shoved me away and turned to run off. Nothing was more beautiful than her transition though - from pretty girl to prettier swan, if that was possible.

My heart sank as I watched her fly to the nearest pond, settling down and shoving her face into her mound of feathers - refusing to look my way. When I tried to get near her, she reared her head up long enough to honk furiously at me.

After a few attempts, I decided it was time to leave her alone. Even though I didn't want to leave without making this right - she gave me no choice. There was still more than a half hour remaining to head to class, so I sat right down at the edge of the pond, my elbows balancing on my knees.

Girls can be so complicated, I wish she'd have just come out with what was bothering her instead of leading to all this other nonsense. What's the need of all the unnecessary tears?

A few minutes later I felt a nudge at my back, I turned around to see nothing, but upon turning forward I was started by a standing Duchess. "Whoa!"

She stood tall and confident, a true femme fatale - she smiled at me. Wait, what? "You're so sweet Sparrow, I knew underneath that obnoxious, loud, guitar-playing front that there's a calm, cool, collected kinda boy." She blushed.

Meanwhile I'd never felt more confused, who said I was all that and a bag of chips? Ooh, what I wouldn't give for one of those right now!

Before I could even fathom what had just happened - I found myself being pulled in and kissed by the one and only Miss Swan.

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