Disclaimer: don't own Pan's Labyrinth, but I do own this story.

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Queenofhearts:Ok, maybe me calling him ugly wasn't exactly the best way to describe my reaction. Perhaps strangely exotic is better. Yeah, I enjoyed the book throwing myself. There is only so much stubbornness a girl can take before she snaps. Pan did deserve it too, and I think that deep down he knows what she's saying is true. He's just being cautious. And yes, he is going to love what the princess has in store for him. He comes to his senses in this chapter.

MyDyingDaysBlackRose: As cool as it would be if you were a zombie, I know reviewers aren't. You guys actually give good advice and opinions if I let you..so I let you. Simple I know, but I'm surprised how many authors don't bother trying. As for the characters of Pan and Moanna. I wanted to keep them as close as I could to the movie. The Princess is older now, and I wanted her to me more outspoken (she is royalty), and know what she wants. Pan is old, but cautious. A solitary creature worn down by the years. He is already attached to Moanna, he just hasn't realized how much she's grown up yet, but he'll see soon.

Xeye: I see you found my new story, brilliant. Sorry about not putting all your pen name at the beginning. Document manger likes to take out words when there are to many full stops around them. So I have to rename people sometimes.

Zyra: your review actually never reached me because of FF net stuff ups, but I saw your review when I checked my story on line. So I'm glad I checked in now, I love new reviewers. Pan is amazing. If it wasn't for his quirky appearance in the film, I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it as much. And as for you not knowing what he is thinking,... this chapter helps clear that up. So enjoy.

Illegitimi:phenomenal is a very strong word, and it means a lot coming from you. Moanna has all of the personality traits you mentioned, manly because she has been raised as a princess from 14 years of age. So it gives her a strange mixture of confidence and hesitancy, which I try to bring out. And don't praise my switching styles too much. I have to read some of my previous chapters to get in the mood for the story before I can write anything. And I'm the one that does all the envying in this relationship. I will never have your powers of description, so only I can be the jealous one here. As for dialogue, you and I both know that the key to a good story is awesome dialogue. And to steal a fav. Quote of mine 'what's said is said', so every thing that comes out of my characters mouths has to be important to the story. And an acolyte are you? Fortunately I will not make the mistake of making another Overlord sepal, and then have people from all over the world tell me their my minions. No, I can learn from my bouts of insanity sometimes.

JennaBo: I was just about to post this when i was all 'hold on', it says I have ten reviews. so, lucky you. I agree that not many people do this pairing, so I felt obligated to do something about that, and even less people do a M rated version of the couple, so again I felt obligated. also WTF, Pan and Pale man. I hope they were smoking something really good to write that. I'm all for artistic expression but (to go gangsta) 'that shit's wak'.


"The woman is trying to destroy me."

Pan muttered to himself, sitting on a log outside his home deep in the woods of the underground.

The fairies that buzzed around him giggled at his words, reading the book he held over his shoulder when he wasn't looking only to giggle more.

In the month that followed their discussion in the classroom Moanna had taken to seducing Pan, but it wasn't by any normal means of the term. If she had set out to destroy him with flashes of skin and forbidden words Pan would have been able to fight it. But no, the Princess had actually decided to 'court' him.

When the King had declared the months ahead to be time for them to court, he had assumed that the task was meant to fall on his shoulders, not the other way around. He had lived centuries and never had a woman tried to romance him. And quite frankly, he didn't know how to handle this situation at all,... and he wasn't sure if he entirely hated it either.

He was sitting outside his home on a log simply because he couldn't fit in it anymore. The giant hollowed out willow that used to house both him and his fairy companions quite comfortably, was now packed to the leaves with gifts.

And these were not normal courting gifts for a member of royalty either. If they had been he could have refused them with a clear conscious. If they had been treasures taken from her family's vault he would have been fine. He almost wished his gifts were rare gems, spun gold, and beaten coins that he could snort at. Instead Moanna had given him things worth much more value.

Handmade gifts.

Felt beads threaded on necklaces of twine, pressed flowers, woven wreaths that fit snug on his horns. Painted landscapes in water colors, fine strips of plated leather fashioned into bracelets. A cuff of polished leather that had his name heat pressed into it. She had even knitted and sown him things; a small patchwork miniature of him, delicate cross stitches that spelled his name, even a knitted pair of gloves that he now wore all the time, as they had taken a lot of work to put on over his splintered fingers, with threads of wool catching in the wood. Now it would simply be too much work to take them off.

These were just some of the gifts, handmade and specifically tailored to him. How could anyone refuse a gift that someone had put such time, effort and thought into? Pan certainly couldn't, that's why his tree was currently full, and he now had to sleep beside it hidden in its giant roots.

He had accepted every single one of her gifts with a smile, as he took them from her open hands, her own grin beaming back at him. These handmade items were on their own able to sway him, but the woman had doomed him with her latest gift.

When she had handed him the small yet heavy wooden chest and told he to open it when he was at home, Pan had thought he was finally getting the shallow minded treasure he had so dearly wanted to throw back at her. No, what he had been given was far from gold and yet so close to treasure.

It was a collection of her journals.

Diaries filled with dated entries going back to her arrival in the Underground. Writings of her innermost thoughts and feelings. Writings that he should have never been allowed to read, and he cursed her for giving them to him, because he had read every single one of them,...twice. And even though he should have seen it coming, it still surprised him that he was the main character in all of them.

Oh, they had started innocently enough. The ones that dated back to when she was fourteen, telling him of how much she looked up to him and respected him. Telling him of how she would silently thank him every day for bring her back home, for having the patience to teach her. He had smiled fondly at all of these entries, remembering the days when the little girl would cling to him and follow him everywhere like he was her father instead of the King, but then the entries started to change. Her declarations of platonic love becoming anything but as she came of age. Then the journals were filled only with thoughts of him.

She had taken her time studying him and it showed. She had detailed drawings and descriptions on the way he walked, talked, and moved. She seemed to take delight in drawing his face over, and over again, in an almost obsessive manner. Pan now knew what he looked like from every angle imaginable. His image was practically burned into his brain by repetition. But, even seeing these diary entries hadn't effected him that much,... until Moanna had started having dreams about him.

Described in the most vivid detail, Pan now knew all of her fantasies. Maddeningly erotic entries could spread for up to five pages in length, so that nothing was left out, and not one written detail had passed his eyes as he read. With his face inches from the book and his breathing irregular, he read every one of his dream conquests, while his ears twitched and his leg occasionally jerked. How a virgin mind could come up with some of the positions and situations he didn't know, but he could certainly appreciate the descriptions even if they were technically impossible feats of flexibility.

The written entries alone had driven him insane, but the real nail in the coffin had come when Moanna had stopped describing, and started depicting. Drawings of him and her could be seen spread out (in two definitions of the terms meaning), in tangles of arms, legs and horns. In one section of the journal Pan could gather the pages together, flick,... and then observe himself in motion. Pan had never been scandalized in his entire existence, but watching himself thrust for thrust almost made him so.

By the time he finished all the books Pan knew that he had been wrong about the Princess. She was not ignorant when it came to him...or love, because the diaries were not just filled with frustrating eroticism, but with heart wrenching emotions as well. He may have been able to brush her ardor aside if it wasn't for the fact that for every one of her praises, a flaw of his was also noted, and she still wrote that she loved him regardless.

The Princess truly did love him.

As hard as it was for him to fathom she really did. She had even been in love with him for many years. How could he not have seen it? But the truth of the matter was, he had seen it only to dismiss it as foolish thinking. All the shy glances, and pleading stares. Begging for his attention with her eyes, while she asked him questions she already knew the answers to. All these years when he was secretly looking at her, thinking she could never want him, she had been looking straight back. Moanna was right he was thick horned, and after reading all the journals he knew just how thick he really was.

How badly it must have hurt her, when he told her she was childish. She had the right to cry, and he only had himself to blame. After all the gifts and revelations he could not plead ignorance anymore.

Sighing he closed the journal he was reading, dropping it back into the chest. Ignoring the fairies when they pulled it back out, opening it to giggle at a detailed sketch. He walked over to his home with his usual jerking strides, and reached inside the opening. Carefully moving all of his new possessions aside to uncover a loose piece of bark in the back of the tree. He snapped the wood off completely to reveal a hidden compartment and a scroll of parchment. Yellowed with age and bound loosely, it was covered in a slight layer of dirt, like most things would be when stored in a tree. Pan carefully opened the stiff paper, and gazed at his own drawing.

In what felt like a lifetime ago he had stumbled on the princess late at night, bathing in an old fountain wearing only her shift. She still had shoulder length hair then, and her hips were not as rounded, but she had still been beautiful. The sight had burned in the back of his head until he drew the picture to ease the pressure on his conscience. He showed her absolutely drenched with water, her hair weighted down and dripping. Material plastered to her skin, as she lifted her shift high, exposing her thighs as she took a step forward.

If Moanna knew of this drawing's existence he would be doomed. She would know that he had felt the same all along. He still didn't deserve her. He didn't think he ever would, but now he could admit to himself what he had always been trying to ignore.

That he loved her.

That he wanted her.

He was truly doomed now, only that wasn't how he felt when he snuck into her room and placed the scroll on her pillow for her to find.

Instead he felt hopeful.

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