goldenxshine

[goldenxshine]

Hiii! I was wondering if you could do a modern au fic where aegon is divorcing his ex wife bc she would neglect their kids which almost resulted in the death of jaherys. But aegon soon finds reader who is his personal assistant and she is just so sweet and loving to his kids and is really the maternal figure they need in their lives and also takes care of aegon’s health and well-being. Over some time he falls for her and her for him and immediately when aegon tells the kids that they’re dating they start begging to call her mummy

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aegon ii targaryen x f!reader

Summary: Aegon Targaryen II, after a painful divorce, finds comfort in his assistant, Y/N, who becomes a mother figure to his children. As they start dating, the kids eagerly call her "Mommy," and with Y/N’s care, Aegon’s family begins to heal.

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Aegon Targaryen II sat in his lawyer’s office, his head in his hands. The weight of the past year bore down on him like a dragon’s flame, searing his soul.

The papers in front of him—a finalized divorce from his ex-wife, Lila—felt both like a relief and a failure. He never imagined he’d be here, fighting for custody of his children after Lila’s negligence nearly cost him their lives.

His thoughts were particularly consumed by his eldest son, Jaehaerys. It had been six months since the accident—a near-drowning at a pool party where Lila had disappeared for hours, leaving the children unattended.

Jaehaerys was still haunted by the memory, and his younger sister, Jaehaera, often woke up crying in the middle of the night.

Aegon blamed himself. He’d been too distracted, too absorbed in the world of business, too content with his own indulgences to notice how far Lila had drifted from her responsibilities as a mother.

It wasn’t until the accident that he realized how much his children needed someone who would love and protect them unconditionally.

That someone, he vowed, would never be Lila again.

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Y/N L/N adjusted her glasses as she carried a tray of coffee into Aegon’s office.

She had worked as his personal assistant for the past year and a half, and while she initially thought the job would be all emails and schedules, she soon found herself stepping into a much more personal role.

Aegon’s life was chaos, and she had become the one constant keeping it from falling apart.

“Your 2 p.m. meeting with the board is confirmed,” Y/N said as she set the coffee on his desk. “And the kids’ school called—they need someone to chaperone the field trip next week. I put your name down just in case, but let me know if you want me to handle it.”

Aegon looked up at her, his violet eyes cold and distant, his posture slumped as though the weight of everything pressed on him all at once.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll take care of it. I don’t know why you’re always doing so much for me. It's just part of your job, right?”

Y/N smiled, but there was a hint of concern in her expression. “It’s not just my job to keep things running smoothly for you, Aegon. I want to help. You’re doing a lot more than you think.”

He grunted, uncomfortable with the sentiment. For the past year, Y/N had been the one person he could rely on without questioning her motives.

She had kept the household running, ensured that Jaehaerys and Jaehaera were always taken care of, and yet, Aegon never truly let himself see how much he depended on her.

He didn’t want to be vulnerable, not after everything.

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Y/N wasn’t sure when it happened. At first, she was just his assistant, a professional working in a chaotic, emotionally distant environment.

Aegon didn’t open up easily, and when he did, it was often shrouded in bitterness. He would show up late, distracted, often late for meetings or with his mind clearly elsewhere.

But she began noticing the small signs—the way his shoulders would relax when she offered him a cup of tea, the way he leaned into her words when she gave him advice, even how he softened around the kids.

Aegon Targaryen wasn’t a man who was used to being taken care of. His divorce had left him a hollow shell, focusing on work and ignoring the gaping hole in his life. But Y/N’s warmth and presence had a way of cutting through that coldness. It was disarming, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep sympathy for him.

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One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Aegon found himself sitting on the couch with Y/N while the kids watched a movie. Jaehaerys had fallen asleep with his head on Y/N’s lap, and Jaehaera was curled up beside her, clutching her hand.

“Y/N,” Aegon said, his voice quiet, strained, but not with the usual indifference. It was as if he had to remind himself to speak. “You’ve done more for them than I ever could. I didn’t even realize how much they needed someone until I saw you with them.”

Y/N glanced up from the children, her expression softening. “They just need someone who’s there, Aegon. They’ve been through a lot.”

He met her eyes for a long moment, his face hard but somehow… softer than usual. “I’m not good at this. At any of this. I was a lousy husband, a worse father, and now… I just want to fix it. For them. For me.”

Her heart clenched. She could see the pain in his eyes, the weight of everything he’d lost, and yet he still fought for his children, still tried in the only way he knew how.

Y/N placed a gentle hand on his, but he pulled away quickly, as if startled by the intimacy.

“You don’t have to do everything alone, Aegon,” she said quietly. “You don’t have to fix everything. Sometimes, things get fixed just by being there.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Weeks passed, and Aegon began to realize how much he needed Y/N—not just in terms of work, but in his personal life. She was always there for the kids, always there for him, with a kind word, a thoughtful gesture.

She wasn’t like the others in his life, who only wanted something from him. Y/N never expected anything in return. She just gave, endlessly.

It was late one evening, when the kids were asleep, that Aegon found himself in the kitchen, his gaze lingering on Y/N.

She was rinsing dishes, humming softly to herself, and Aegon could hear the comforting rhythm of her movements. It was absurd, really. He was the future of a dynasty, but in that moment, all he could think about was how Y/N made him feel… like maybe he wasn’t so alone anymore.

He cleared his throat, and she turned toward him. “Y/N… I—” He stopped himself, his voice dropping.

“I don’t know what to say. You’ve done more than I ever could have imagined. But I… I don’t want to keep pretending that this is just business. That it’s just about the kids or the company. It’s not, and I think you know that. It’s more. I want it to be more.”

Y/N didn’t say anything at first. She simply stepped closer, her gaze steady, and placed her hand on his cheek, as though to steady him.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, Aegon,” she whispered. “I think I’ve known for a while.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The following weekend, Aegon decided it was time to tell the kids. As they sat around the dining table, their plates half-empty, he cleared his throat. Jaehaerys was picking at his food, his usual brooding expression on his face, while Jaehaera busied herself with her toy.

“Jaehaerys, Jaehaera,” Aegon began, his voice low but resolute, “I want to talk to you about something. Y/N and I… we’re dating.”

The kids stopped immediately, their attention snapping to him. For a long moment, there was silence, and Aegon could feel the tension rise.

Then, without missing a beat, Jaehaerys looked at Aegon with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

“Does that mean we can call her Mommy?” Jaehaerys asked in a tone that was a little too casual, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

Aegon froze, his heart lurching in his chest. Y/N’s eyes widened, and she looked at Aegon nervously, waiting for his response.

Jaehaera chimed in, her voice a little too enthusiastic. “Mommy!” she repeated, giggling.

Aegon’s lips twitched into a half-smile, one he rarely allowed himself to express. “If it’s okay with her,” he said, his voice a little more uncertain than he would have liked.

Y/N smiled, her eyes filling with emotion. “I would love that,” she whispered, her voice thick with sentiment. “If you’re okay with it.”

And in that moment, Aegon knew that his life had changed. For the first time in a long while, it felt like things could be… okay. Maybe even good.

He wasn’t sure where this path would lead, but with Y/N by his side, and with the kids by his side, he could finally begin to heal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Over time, Y/N continued to prove herself as the rock Aegon had always needed. She cared for the kids with the tenderness of someone who had always been their mother, even though she wasn’t.

She helped Jaehaerys regain his trust in the world, and she encouraged Jaehaera to open up about her fears. Aegon, too, began to change. His attitude softened. He took better care of himself. He even started to show up for his kids in ways he hadn’t before, inspired by Y/N’s steadfast love and patience.

One evening, as he watched Y/N help the kids with their toys, Aegon realized he had found something precious. Not just love, but a family. His heart swelled with a quiet pride, knowing he had found a partner who could be the mother his children needed. And for once, Aegon Targaryen didn’t feel alone.

Because in Y/N, he had found not just a companion, but a home.

[goldenxshine]

☾⋆｡°✩ The Silent Gaze ☾⋆｡°✩

aegon ii targaryen x high-born!reader

summary: Shy and reserved, Lady Y/N secretly admires the confident Prince Aegon Targaryen from afar. At a feast, an accidental spill brings them together. From that moment, Aegon begins seeking her out, and an unexpected bond blossoms between them.

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The grand hall of the Red Keep was alive with light and laughter. Torches lined the stone walls, casting a warm glow over the gathered nobles, knights, and courtiers.

Aegon Targaryen, eldest son of the king and heir to the Iron Throne, stood among his family’s closest allies. His silver hair, a mark of House Targaryen, glinted in the torchlight, and his easy smile made him the subject of many an admiring gaze. He laughed often, a sound that seemed to charm everyone in its reach, his presence drawing people to him.

Watching from the edge of the hall was Lady Y/N. She stood out not only because of her colorful attire - she always wore colorful dresses. But also for her quiet, almost invisible presence.

Unlike the other young ladies vying for the prince’s attention, Y/N was shy and preferred not to mingle. She knew that her social skills were somewhat lacking. Words often failed her in conversation, and she was quick to retreat into silence, hoping her quiet demeanor would shield her from the gaze of others.

But she found herself unable to keep her eyes off Aegon. She was fascinated by him - by his confidence, his humor, his personality, and the way he could make everyone around him feel noticed.

She often caught herself glancing his way, watching how he interacted with others, how he laughed. There was something comforting in just being near him, even if he didn’t know she existed.

Over time, her fascination had blossomed into a quiet, secret admiration. She never dared approach him, of course, knowing that someone like her, a shy, a bit socially awkward lady had no chance of catching his attention.

But she found solace in just observing him, letting her thoughts drift as she listened to his voice carrying across the hall. It was a voice she had come to know well, though he had never spoken a single word to her.

The feast tonight was in celebration. The Red Keep was filled with cheer, and goblets of wine flowed freely. Y/N sat at a table off to the side, a safe distance from the center of the revelry. Her friend, Lady Joanna, chattered beside her, but Y/N’s thoughts were elsewhere.

Unconsciously, her gaze drifted across the hall to where Aegon stood, deep in conversation with a group of knights.

Aegon seemed to feel her gaze; he paused mid-laugh and glanced around the room. Her heart jumped, and she quickly looked down, her cheeks turning red as she realized how close she had come to being caught.

“Y/N, are you even listening?” Joanna teased, nudging her friend.

“Of course, I was just… thinking,” Y/N murmured, her voice barely audible over the din.

Joanna gave her an exasperated look, following her gaze to the prince. “Oh, I see. The famous Prince Aegon. You should just go talk to him, you know?”

Y/N’s eyes widened, and she shook her head. “No! I-I couldn’t. He… he doesn’t even know I exist.” Her voice trailed off as she toyed nervously with a bracelet on her left wrist.

“That’s only because you’re always hiding over here” Joanna replied. “You’re lovely, Y/N, and anyone can see you’re a lady of grace and intelligence. You just have to give him a chance to see it too.”

Y/N couldn’t imagine it. Her heart raced at the thought of speaking to him, of somehow capturing his attention. But she dismissed the thought. A prince and a girl like her? It was impossible.

The evening went on, and Y/N tried her best to enjoy the company at her table, though her gaze still drifted now and then to where Aegon mingled among the guests.

Finally, she reached for the pitcher of wine, hoping to calm her nerves a bit with a small sip. But as she poured, her hand trembled, and the cup tilted in her grip.

She heard someone approach the table and shifted to make way, but her movement was too sudden. Her hand caught on the pitcher, and before she realized it, her wine had splashed across the sleeve of the person beside her.

She gasped in horror, her heart sinking as she looked up to apologize - only to find herself staring straight into the eyes of Prince Aegon himself.

“Oh! I-I’m so sorry, Your Grace!” she stuttered, her face turning red as she reached instinctively for a cloth to dab at his sleeve. She felt clumsy and foolish, knowing that her worst fear had come to life. Of all the people she could have spilled wine on.

Aegon chuckled softly. “There’s no harm done, my lady. It seems the wine wanted to find its way to me tonight.”

Y/N froze, hardly daring to breathe as she looked up at him. His expression was surprisingly kind, his violet eyes sparkling with amusement. His voice a bit drunk. She was mesmerized, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten as she realized that he was looking at her - not just a glance, but with interest.

“Y/N,” the lady mumbled, hardly trusting herself to say it. “Lady Y/N.”

“A lovely name,” he replied. He tilted his head, studying her in a way that made her heart race. “I haven’t seen you much at these feasts, have I?”

“No,” she replied, feeling awkward under his gaze. “I… I tend to stay out of the way.” She looked down, unable to meet his eyes, her cheeks again flushing with color.

Aegon chuckled, a warm, genuine sound that seemed to ease her tension. “That’s a shame, Lady Y/N. You don’t seem like someone meant to stay hidden.”

He held her gaze, and for a moment, Elara felt something shift between them - a spark, faint but undeniable.

The moment was quick, but it lingered in her heart long after he had moved on. She replayed their conversation in her mind many times, feeling the weight of his words and the warmth of his a bit drunk gaze.

For the first time, a spark of hope flared in her heart. Perhaps Joanna had been right. Perhaps she wasn’t entirely invisible.

In the days that followed, Y/N found herself crossing paths with Aegon more often. Whether by chance or fate, she was never quite sure. She would catch him glancing her way during court gatherings, a small sly smile gracing his lips when he saw her. He seemed to have a way of finding her, even in a crowded hall, and each time their eyes met, Y/N felt her heart flutter.

One afternoon, she found herself in the castle’s gardens, enjoying the peace among the blooming roses. She hadn’t expected anyone to join her, so she was startled when a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Lady Y/N,” Aegon said. He sounded surprisingly sober, smiling as he approached. “May I join you?”

She nodded, trying to hide her surprise. She wasn’t sure why he had come, but she was grateful for his company.

They walked together in silence for a moment, neither quite sure what to say. Finally, Aegon spoke, his tone gentle. “You know, I often find myself in these gardens. They’re… peaceful.”

Y/N smiled softly. “Yes, they are. It’s a place where one can think without interruption.”

Aegon glanced at her. “You must have a great deal on your mind.”

She hesitated, uncertain how to respond. But something in his eyes encouraged her to speak. “It’s just… difficult, sometimes, to be in a place like this. Everyone here is so confident, so sure of themselves. I often feel like I don’t quite belong.”

Aegon looked at her with an understanding she hadn’t expected. “I think you belong more than you realize, Y/N.”

She looked up at him, her heart racing as she took in his words. She could feel the warmth of his gaze, the softness in his tone. For the first time, she allowed herself to believe that he might truly see her - not as just another courtier, but as someone worthy of his attention.

Over the following weeks, their paths continued to intertwine. Aegon sought her out at feasts, engaged her in conversation, and even invited her to accompany him on walks through the castle grounds. They talked about everything, and Y/N found herself opening up to him in ways she had never imagined.

Each time they spoke, she felt her feelings for him grow. She found herself captivated by his kindness, his intelligence, and the quiet strength he displayed. And slowly, she dared to hope that he felt the same.

One evening, as they strolled through the gardens, Aegon stopped and turned to her, his expression serious. “Y/N,” he began. “I… I’ve come to realize something.”

Her heart pounded as she waited for him to continue.

“I find myself thinking of you more often than anyone else,” he confessed, his gaze unwavering. “There’s something about you, something… genuine and beautiful, that I can’t ignore. You make me want to be a better man.”

Y/N felt warm as she listened to his words and that was the moment she realized, the prince felt the same way about her as she felt about him.

[goldenxshine]

Peter Pan being clingy would include...

• the thing is, it's unusual for Pan to be clingy

• but it's not something you'd complain about

• even he sometimes needs more attention

• acts like this when he's worried or stressed

• gets anxious or upset if he can't be with you all the time

• calls you love, darling, sweetheart more than usual

• probably cracks a joke or two

• follows you around the camp and island like a lost puppy

• he just makes sure to be near you

• if he needs to get some work done he will give you something to be also busy with and keeps an eye on you

• you can feel his green eyes on you all the time

• during the night he lets you hold him

• tells you about about one of the many things that he has done or seen on the island

• loves when you caress his hair and his strong arms

• the little smirk never leaves his face

[goldenxshine]

Peter Pan in modern world:

Y/N: Hey, can you log back into Netflix so we can watch something later?

Pan: Yeah, hold on

Y/N: Why is your password so long?

Pan: Well, It’s said that you need 5 characters and one capital…So I have Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Donald, Cinderella and then New York

*Y/N is silent*

*Pan looks at Y/N*

Y/N: Oh, darling, that’s…that’s a really strong password

Pan: Yeah, yeah, can we just finish The crown?

[goldenxshine]

Peter Pan, this you?

LMAO

Peter Pan and his Pan flute

@nevereverlandboys

[goldenxshine]

what are pan and Felix’s opinions on an s/o with stretch marks?

I'm so sorry for my late response, I still don’t know many things about this app, anyway, here it is. Hope you like it <3

Peter Pan

• he first noticed them when you were lying side by side on his bed

• he didn’t know what it was on your skin

• and being very curious and wanting to know everything, he simply asked

• “What are these?”

• you froze

• you knew exactly what he was getting at, and it made you nervous

• you've learned to live with your stretch marks, but when the boy who's with you all the time asked you about it, it made you uncomfortable

• Is he disgusted by them?

• “Those are my stretch marks, Peter”

• he stayed silent and wanted to know more

• you sighed

• “They are type of scars that develop when the skin stretches or shrinks quickly”

• you were really nervous

• “Oh, I like them, they make you look even more sexier”

• kisses each of the scar when he has a chance

• calls them tiger stripes

Felix

• he wouldn't notice them until you pointed them out

• you've always felt insecure about them

• a lot of the girls in your life, before you became a Lost Girl didn't have to deal with that, and the guys didn't like it

• that's why you always preferred to avoid any activity that might show the world your stretch marks

• but Felix knows what it's like to feel insecure about scars

• he's got a big one over his face

• “You have nothing to be insecure about. I love every part of you”

• “It’s natural”

• every night he'll tell you how much he loves you and how you shouldn't worry about it until you start loving them yourself

[goldenxshine]

Y/N: Keep your eyes closed, I have a surprise!

*Peter Pan with his eyes closed*

Peter Pan: Did you stop overthinking?

*Y/N quickly turns to face him*

Y/N: I said SURPISE not MIRACLE!

[goldenxshine]

Flowers

Summary:

Lately, Y/n's been finding flowers meant for her. Does the Lost Girl have a secret admirer?

Warning: fluff

Felix x reader

Author's note: Keep in mind that here Felix is inclined to love and is a little more emotionally open.

All the Lost ones have returned to the camp.

It was night, and no one was in the mood for a big event. A couple of boys sat down together by a smaller fire and talked, softly. One was talking, and sometimes the others mumbled something back.

It was a hunting day when everyone had to catch an animal. They had to get up early in the morning, when it was still dark and have food ready for the day, as they were not allowed to return.

The Lost girl hated this day. Her whole body ached and she could barely make it to her tent, which, with her luck, was at the very end of the camp.

She only caught two squirrels throughout the day, which is bad compared to the rest, when some dared to catch a deer.

She walked into her tent. It was organized and clean. After a whole day, she always wanted to go back to somewhere she could hide from all the boys. Sometimes they really acted like animals.

After a hard day, she went to shower. Peter was quite kind and provided Y/n with her own 'bathroom'. He was considerate and could understand that it was probably not very safe to bathe with the Lost ones.

Dressed in clean and comfortable clothing, Y/n walked over to her vanity table. She ran a hand through her hair, which was very tangled from the whole day.

She opened a wooden drawer, pulled out a comb, and began slowly combing her hair. This routine was her favorite part of the day. She could think in peace and look for unanswered questions in her thoughts.

Y/n saw something at the bottom of the reflection that certainly wasn't there in her tent early in the morning.

She quickly turned in the direction of the bedside table.

Alongside a bowl of fresh fruit and green tea-flavoured biscuits, in a hand-carved vase were Y/n's favorite flowers.

Blue roses.

They are very rare because they grow on the other side of the island in the middle of the Deep Forest, where no one dares go unless they want to die in a moment. There are many dangerous things out there.

It looked like someone had put them in here just before she came into the tent.

This wasn't the first time she'd found flowers someone had given her. It's been happening a lot lately.

Y/n wasn't used to it, she'd never received anything like it from anyone before but it always made her day.

But one thing bothered her.

She had no idea who gave her the flowers.

None of the Lost Boys ever seemed interested in her. She was treated more like a sister. She played dangerous games with them, sat around the fire with them in the evenings, where they told made-up stories or something that each of them had experienced.

At one time she thought it might be Peter, but his behavior toward her was merely as a commander to a subordinate.

That's why she put it out of her mind.

Gently, she leaned toward them, breathing in a wonderful scent with her eyes closed.

An energy filled her body. Her mind was suddenly flying in the clouds, and Y/n felt like she was in a wonderful dream.

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The next morning, at breakfast, Y/n wasn't concentrating much. Devin was telling her of a dream he had and she occasionally nodded that she was listening to him.

In fact, she wasn't because her head was full of thoughts.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?"

Y/n quickly came back to reality. Her friend's face didn't look happy.

"Yes, of course."

He raised his left eyebrow at her efforts to convince him.

The Lost Boy knew, but he wanted to torment her a little.

She looked around as if begging one of the boys for help, but no one saw her. Everyone was busy eating.

He started laughing.

"It's okay!"

She's relieved he wasn't mad at her.

"No one here is a morning person."

"Yeah."

Y/n began tapping a beat of the tune she had just remembered, into the wooden table.

Devin joined her and began to complement the melody with musical embellishments.

After a while all the Lost Boys started to look at them badly as their patience began to run out.

When it was too much to bear. One of the elders, who was as red as a tomato at that moment, banged his fist on the table so hard that the bowls of food jumped.

"Stop it, both of you!"

With a startled expression, Y/n slowly put her hands on her lap from the table.

Everyone slowly started talking again, like nothing happened.

"Party pooper." Devin muttered under his breath. She couldn't help but chuckle, which he noticed and winked at her with a smile.

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After a full day of training, when Pan had made up his mind to torture everyone with archery, the day was finally over.

Just as Y/n was walking down the path that led to the camp, she saw a wreath of flowers laid right in front of her. Someone knew she was coming this way.

There was a small piece of old paper. She picked up the wreath from the ground, which she placed gently on her head and focused her attention on the yellow-colored paper.

How strange to dream of you,

even when I am wide awake.

It was written in such a light yet sharp font.

Her cheeks pinched gently, and her heart beat faster.

It was getting dark. It suddenly dawned on her that she should have been among the others by now.

Y/n quickly made it to the campsite where the party was taking place. She looked around. There was something going on all over the camp, some Lost Boys were fighting each other with a sword, some dancing and some talking.

What kind of saddened her was that she hadn't seen Felix all day. It didn't surprise her, he'd been busy for days. Either he was with Peter or he got some assignment that took him all day.

But he always came back before it got dark.

He never got too involved with the others, mostly sitting around the fire carving a knife and she could look at him without him catching her doing it.

Maybe it wasn't very polite, but Y/n didn't care, she was in Neverland, she could partially do whatever she wanted.

The Lost Girl didn't want to admit it, but she liked him. She liked the second in command who was pushing everyone away from him.

At one of the tents, Devin was in a fight with an old boy just like him. Thomas, had been here a long time, and he and Devin were inseparable. They were best friends, but they always fought each other during the celebrations.

To reach her friend, she had to push her way through a group of boys who had made a circle around them. One part chanted Thomas' name and the other part chanted Devin's name.

She finally made it to the middle.

Thomas was winning over him. It didn't take long for Devin to lose. He got up from the ground and shook hands with him as a token of friendship.

When all the Lost Ones scattered, he came to her

"You'll definitely beat him next time."

"We both know that's not true." He chuckled.

"Who knows."

There was a gentle pause.

"I'd like to ask you something"

He looked at her with curiosity.

"Yes?"

"Do you know where Felix is? I haven't seen him all day and it's already dark"

He was taken aback.

"Why are you so interested in him?"

That made her uneasy. Y/n was suddenly afraid to confide in her friend. He'd laugh at her. Or worse, he'd tell everyone.

"You know what? Forget I said that. If you need anything, I'll be in my tent."

She turned her back on him and started to walk away.

Panic shot through his body. He had to act. He couldn't let her go. Not now.

"Wait!"

She stopped in her stride and turned to face him.

He didn't know what to do.

"I want to show you my new bow, which I made"

She tilted her head.

"Yes, it's nice, but you've already shown it to me this morning."

His brain said only one thing.

I'm screwed.

"Yeah, but I still need to know from you how to make that painkiller that only you can make."

"Oh, If you want, I'll show you tomorrow."

Y/n started to leave again.

Devin ran after her.

"Don't you want to stay here with us?"

"Devin, I'm very tired."

She started rubbing her eyes.

He knew he was getting into a lot of trouble.

She quickly turned to him. He got scared and jumped.

"What's wrong?"

He looked her in the eyes. She probably thought he was crazy.

"Nothing."

Shaking her head at his manner, she quickly ran to her tent.

What awaited her inside she wouldn't have expected in her wildest dreams.

The tent was lit by candles, and on her bedside table was her favorite fresh fruit, which Felix had just laid there.

She stopped walking and stared at him in disbelief. He saw that he was no longer alone and quickly turned around.

There she stood.

And he didn't know how to feel. His cheeks flushed.

He wanted to say something. Somehow explain, but he couldn't find the right words.

"You?"

He lowered his head and avoided her eyes.

"Yes."

He said it so gently and fearfully because he was afraid of her reaction.

Y/n walked slowly towards him.

"I never thought you'd be interested."

The second in command dared to look at her. He was much taller than her, meeting her e/c eyes looking at him.

She slowly grabbed his hand and gently smiled at him.

"You know, you could have told me."

He was so nervous.

"I was scared."

She gently squeezed his hand and turned his head towards her with her palm.

Y/n took a deep breath.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have those feelings for you too"

She said it out loud, now there was no turning back.

Felix's grey eyes lit up and there was a big smile on his face.

He put her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it and his eyes were focused only on her.

Butterflies flew in her belly and she felt like she was on fire.

Neither of them wanted this moment to end.

He spread his arms and hugged her. This was the first time he had ever done such a physical thing.

But they both felt happy and loved at the moment.

And that's all they need in their lives.

Each other.

[goldenxshine]

* Pan kidnapped Y/N, Hook’s daughter, and her dad finally found her*

Hook: Y/N, I’m so sorry-

Hook: H-How are you eating right now?

Y/N: He brought me food

Hook:

Y/N: *continues eating*

Hook: You were kidnapped and you’re okay with it because He BrOuGHt YOu FoOd?!

Y/N:

Y/N: I got kidnapped?

Hook: *sighs*

[goldenxshine]

Masterlist

Here is all my written work 

I hope you´ll enjoy it :)

once upon a time

Felix 

- love triangle = Imagine being in love triangle between Felix and Peter Pan

- Flowers = Lately, Y/n's been finding flowers meant for her. Does the Lost Girl have a secret admirer?

- Thank you = Pan sends Felix and Y/n to the mermaids for business. But waves are more treacherous than they seem, and when mermaids see an opportunity for prey, they don't hesitate a minute 

- glasses = Dating Felix and wearing glasses would include

- beautiful scars = What does Felix think about his partner having stretch marks

Peter Pan 

- beautiful scars =  What does Peter think about his partner having stretch marks

- clingy = Peter Pan being clingy

[goldenxshine]

Y/N: hey Felix

Felix: Y/N

Y/N: I know you're second in command, but if you come to my tent, you'd be first

Felix: *starts coughing*

[goldenxshine]

Thank you

                                                                                                   Summary: Pan sends Felix and Y/n to the mermaids for business. But waves are more treacherous than they seem, and when mermaids see an opportunity for prey, they don't hesitate a minute. 

Warning: Angst

The sun was shining in Neverland. Pan was mysteriously in a good mood, so he allowed everyone to have a day off.

Y/n didn't have much to do, so she just sat on a wooden log and used a small stick to draw pictures in the dirt.

Or at least she tried to.

"Damn it!"  She didn't know what to draw in the dirt. She had no ideas.

Lost Boys mostly sat under trees where they carved knives or simply slept.

Y/n glanced to the sides and a short distance away, seeing the second in command sitting in the light shade. He examined his dagger, which he always carries with him.

Ever since she had first seen him, she had been drawn to him. Like a magnet. Y/n couldn't explain exactly what it was. Maybe it was his grey eyes or his blond hair she wanted to stroke. His lips that moved so gracefully.

After a moment's thought she heard footsteps. The leader loomed over her. He was in the same outfit she had first seen him in. His expression was illegible.

"Felix!" Y/n flinched. "Yes, Pan?" He handed Felix a dark bag. "Take it to the mermaids. I owe them certain things that will guarantee they don't go near the shallows" "Of course" The second in command slowly began to walk towards the forest.

"Oh, and take Y/n with you"

That confused her. Why would Pan want her to come?

"Come on!"

She stepped up quickly and caught up with Felix, who moved slowly ahead. "Wait for me!"

The boy smirked to himself, but did not slow down. He had to admit he liked to provoke her.

Y/n caught up with him, but neither of them wanted to talk. Not that they don't like each other, they just like their peace.

"Why does Pan want me to go with you to the mermaids?" She was the first to beat the silence between them.

"He has his reasons"

Y/n was glad to hear his soft voice. Though it didn't really answer her question, she didn't want to bother Felix. She already thought he must be upset that he had to take her with him.

She looked down, then back at him. His expression seemed so calm. The girl was sure of one thing, this boy has a lot of secrets.

After a while they came out of the deep jungle. Y/n remembered how she first met the second in command.

**********

The girl awoke with a headache. She propped herself up with her hands to sit and began rubbing her eyes.

The sound of the sea caught her attention. She looked around, Trees? Sand? Where the hell am I?

Slowly she got to her feet. Y/n heard movement coming from the jungle. She felt a little shiver go down her spine.

A boy came out. He had a dark cloak and a club over his shoulder. He stopped suddenly and looked at the person his leader had sent him for.

"Who are you?"

She just looked at him. Unable to speak. He moved a few steps closer and she noticed a scar on his face.

"I suggest you answer me" Those grey eyes looked like they could see right into her soul and know all her secrets.

Internally, she struggled with herself. Whether she should answer this boy or not.

"Y/n"

A little smile appeared on his face.

"Welcome to Neverland"

**********

"You know the rules, stay out of the water no matter what" He told her in a low voice. The sea is among the most dangerous places on this island.

They walked on the beach. Y/n's feet kept sinking into the sand.

From a distance she heard the giggles of mermaids basking on rocks or simply jumping in the water.

When Felix decided they were close enough, he mentioned for Y/n to sit under a tall palm tree on the right. She walked more quickly, where she sat and rested her head against the trunk.

But her eyes were fixed on the person who had just come too dangerously close to the mermaids.

They all swam up to him and were very interested in what he had to tell them. One flirtatiously wrapped a stand of their hair around her finger and stared at him with delicate eyes, while the other two had to show their new jewelry collections. That made her grit her teeth.

Felix threw a bag at one of them, the mermaid peered into it. "You know what he'll do if you break the deal" She merely nodded her head in agreement, and with that he turned to leave.

All of them disappeared underwater except for two that remained.

It all happend so fast.

One mermaid closest to the shore reached out for the second in command. She grabbed his right leg and yanked him with all her strength. He didn't expect it, and within a second he bent over in his back, dropped his club, which he always carries on his shoulder, and fell into the water.

Y/n held her breath. Her chest tightened. She jumped up bit didn't know what to do.

He said I shouldn't go near the water and stay here no matter what.

But he needs help!

She took off her cloak and shoes, which she tossed against the trunk. From her belt she drew a knife with a very nice engraving Felix had made just for her, and with a pounding heart she ran to help to the drowning Lost boy, who was short of strength and barely able to breathe.

Before she could catch up, mermaids disappeared under the water with Felix. She ran into the sea and swam to where she could see only a dark red spot.

No!

Y/n took a deep breath and dipped. Water was clear so she could easily see around her. She tightened her grip around the knife. Blurred, she saw something glittering around her. It was the jewels mermaids wear.

Y/n knew she didn't have much time, so she made one long and strong move. The knife went straight into the back of the first one. She had black hair and many necklaces on her neck. A scream of pain she emitted brought attention to the second one. Her eyes darkened. "What are you doing?" Meanwhile, the one with the knife in her back let Felix go. Last mermaid was approaching her.

She took advantage, put her head above the water and took a deep breath. Something twisted around her right ankle and jerked with great force. She screamed out in pain and it caused her to lose a lot of oxygen. She remembered a small knife strapped to her thigh. She pulled it out with all her might and cut into the hand who held her. The mermaid released her at once and quickly disappeared into the depths of the sea.

Y/n swam to the body, which was floating slowly in the water. She grabbed him around the waist and swam all the way to the surface. The girl didn't have much strength, but something kept telling her not to give up and that it might not be too late. They weren't too far from the beach. The boy's body was draining her strength, but she didn't even think about it.

When they swam to the beach, Y/n with Felix stumbled slowly to the tree, where she put him down. She remembered how to resuscitate. After a while she began to tremble and tears began to flow from her eyes. "Please" The girl so was scared and couldn't catch her breath.

The second in command woke up and started coughing up water. She suddenly felt many feelings inside her. The tears kept flowing and she couldn't stop them. It was too much for her.

Felix didn't know what had happened for a moment, but then it all began to come back to him. For the first time he looked at the girl who had saved his life. He knew that if he hadn't gone with her, but with some Lost Boy, he would have died.

He noticed that she was in tears. It hurt his heart. Slowly he reached out and touched her face, which he gently grasped. He wiped away tears with his thumb.

These two have never been so close together. It was very intimate for Y/n.

"Thank you"

[goldenxshine]

Felix: Y/N, you’re bleeding!

Pan: Quick, what’s your type?

Y/N: Blond, second in command, name starts with F, ends with -elix

Pan: I was talking about your blood type

Y/N: I don’t know. Ask my brother

*They look at Devin*

Devin: Red

Pan:

Felix: *smiling*

[goldenxshine]

Dating Felix and wearing glasses would include...

when you first appeared on the island, the first thing the second in command noticed was your glasses, but he didn't pay much attention

but it was different for the Lost Boys

in the beginning they were looking at you and some of the daredevils wanted to ask a few questions

"how many fingers do I show you?"

it annoyed you

Felix noticed (of course he did!)

would just easily scare them off

after few months he would notice the little things you do

your glasses slowly falling off and you put them back on your nose

finds it adorble!

but when you look at him under the eyelashes through the glasses

fuck!

he cant control himself

it really turns him on

in that moment he finds it sexy

if some of the Lost boys makes fun of you he would deal with it and make sure it doesn’t happen again

[goldenxshine]

Felix: It seems like you get really upset when Y/N is linked to other guys

Peter Pan: No

Felix:No?

Peter Pan: No. I just wanna kill them

[goldenxshine]

- Little Y/N

[goldenxshine]

Y/N: Are you flirting with me?

Felix: I have been flirting with you for the past eight months but thanks for finally noticing

Y/N: O-Ohhhh

This one is for you ❤️ @nevereverlandboys