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Threats - Peter Pan
Peter x Fem!Reader
Warnings: nothing really
Word count: 411
Summary: Peter getting angry when someone threatens you infront of him.
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âPeter!â Y/n yells out as sheâs grabbed by the Evil Queen with a ball of magic near her face.
âRegina.â MarryMargret worried for the young girl currently being held in Regina's tight hold with a magic ball of purple flames near her face.
âI wouldnât do that if I were you.â Peter growled with narrowed eyes once he turned towards where his lost girl called for him in distress.
âGive us back Henry and I wonât hurt your little lost girl.â Regina bargained.
âRegina, we don't need to threaten anyone.â Emma spoke up telling Regina, looking at the young girl a couple years older than their Henery.
âI agree Lass. Not a good idea. Especially not a good idea to threaten her specifically.â Hook stepped forward gesturing with his hook to the girl in Reginaâs grip.
âAnd whyâs that Pirate?â Regina rolled her eyes at all the pleading to let the Y/h/c-ed girl go.
âSheâs not just a lost girl. Sheâs Panâs lost girl.â Hook stated to the Evil Queen.
âNo duh.â Regina scoffed.
âWhat KIllian means is she is mine. Let go of her. Now.â Peter walks closer getting increasingly more angry every minute Y/n was still being held against her will.
âOr what?â Regina gripped Y/n tighter, testing Panâs limits and to see if heâs bluffing.
âYouâll regret it.â Peter grumbled with a really dark look on his face. âDonât forget this is my island and your sonâs life is in my hands. What do you think Iâll do if you hurt my Y/n?â
âReginaâ MaryMargaret pleads for her to let the girl go, trying to sound more stern. Not wanting to have Peter hurt Henery in any way as retaliation.
âLet her go.â David added with worried eyes for them, Henry, and Y/n. KNowing what Regina is capable of, they were all worried for Y/n.
Regina sighed and loosened her grip on Y/n and the second Peter noticed he grabbed his lost girl and pulled her into him.
âDonât lay a finger on her again.â Peter practically snarled at the StoryBrooke gang and he checked Y/n over for injuries. Before giving the signal for them all to retreat.
âThank you.â Y/n turned around to look back at Emma, Hook, David and MaryMargret with an innocent smile.
Peter smiled at her manners, that's his Y/n. And it was entertaining to see their shocked faces at her thanks.
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Imagine : Peter chooses you to be the Lost Boysâ mother
Summary : Peter Pan is fed up of hearing the younger Lost Boys cry for their mothers at night. When his shadow steals a 6 year old boy, Peter commands the shadow to take the boys sister too. You.
Peter Pan x Reader
Warning : manipulation, toxic behaviour, kidnapping
You could remember it like it was yesterday.
The shadow that crept in through your little brotherâs bedroom. It had moved with such inhuman speed that it just didnât seem possible. You had tried to protect Martin from being kidnapped into the night, but you were unaware of its intentions to take you too.
And so you were taken to Neverland, a world where children would never grow up. A world where an immortal boy ruled with cruelty and an iron fist.
Peter had greeted you with a smile so sinister it made you nauseous. âWelcome to Neverland,â he said with a chuckle, âthe boys have been waiting for you.â
You had followed him, with Martin holding your hand, all the way back to his camp. There were boys of various ages scattered around a campfire, all talking amongst themselves, some soaking up the quiet and others causing chaos.
But the moment Peter stepped beyond the tree line, silence fell. The Lost Boys stood to attention and watched as Peter approached. âBoys, I promised you a mother, and Iâve picked the finest one.â
You.
You were to be their mother.
You rejected the responsibility at first. You stood your ground and you argued with Peter. âIâm not staying here, and neither is Martin. We have a mother at home, and you stole us from her.â
Peter closed the gap between you and him, his smile dropping and his brows furrowing into a deep, irritated frown. âUnlucky for you, no one leaves Neverland without my permission. I chose you to be their mother. So be a good girl and play the role.â Peter then looked to Martin, his green eyes glowing with something sinister and unrecognisable. âOr else thereâll be consequences.â
You hesitantly stepped into the role. The older Lost Boys werenât fussed about calling you their mother, which you honestly were grateful for. But as time went on, and the days turned to weeks, and soon into months, none of the Lost Boys addressed you by your name.
âMother,â Devin called out one evening. He held up his hand to reveal a squirrel he had caught during his hunt, a proud smile on his face. âI know you asked for rabbit, but none of them fell into my trap. Will a squirrel be okay for dinner?â
You gratefully plucked the squirrel from his hand. âItâs perfect, thank you.â
âMother, Iâm hungry,â Tommy whined, his hands holding his stomach as he stepped towards the campfire. âHow much longer until we eat?â
You stirred the pot of stew carefully, itâs delicious aromas filling the evening air. âSoon, Tommy. Have patience, sweetie.â
âMother?â
Martins voice was enough to make you choke on air.
You stopped stirring the stew and turned slowly to peer at your younger brother. He stood amongst the Lost Boys, his eyes large and innocent. âWhat did you just call me?â You slowly asked, your heart feeling incredibly heavy in your chest.
Martin stepped closer, his head tilting to the side, like he was confused. âMother,â he repeated, sounding certain of himself.
âMartinâŚâ you whispered, reaching your hands out and gently taking him by the arms. You knelt down so you were eye-level with him. âIâm your sister. Iâm not your mother.â
Martin frowned, conflicted. âThen who is my mother?â
You opened your mouth to answer, but found the words stuck in your throat. The desperate, confused expression only served to shatter your heart completely, and you didnât have the courage to stomp on his tangled thoughts.
You dropped the conversation and finished preparing dinner. You ensured all the boys were fed before seeking out Peter, who was a small distance from the camp and overlooking the bay from a great height.
You approached him, hands wringing your dress nervously. âPeter?â You called out, hesitant and fearful for how the conversation would end. âI⌠I need to speak with you.â
Peter, who was perched on a branch high in a tree, turned his gaze downwards to look at you. He smiled, but it didnât reach his eyes. âWhat is it, [Name]?â He asked.
You were unsure of where to start. You inhaled deeply to calm your nerves. âI want to go home.â
Peterâs smile dropped into a frown. He slowly dropped from the tree, landing effortlessly in front of you. His head tilted to the side, like he was a confused puppy, but you knew better than to mistake his expressions for anything other than cruel.
âYou are home,â Peter pointed out.
You gently shook your head. âNo, I mean I want to go home to the place you took me from. I want to go back to my own mother.â
Peter moved closer to you, his frown deepening. âAnd why would you want that?â
You struggled to keep steady. You fought the urge to shuffle back, to maintain a safe distance. But Peter would never take you seriously if you showed any fear. âI miss my mother, Peter. Martin, heâŚâ you hesitated, struggled to finish the sentence.
Peter raised a curious brow. You didnât even need to finish the explanation, because it was suddenly as though Peter knew anyway. His smile returned, and a deep chuckle vibrated his chest. âOh, I see. Martin called you mother, didnât he?â
Your silence only confirmed Peters guess.
âIsnât that wonderful?â Peter pressed, smirking playfully at you. âThe boys adore you. I couldnât have picked a better mother if I tried.â
âI donât want to be Martins mother,â you whispered defiantly. Your fists shook at your sides, though you were unsure if it was from fear or frustration. âHe doesnât remember our mother. Itâs not fair.â
Peter scoffed. âLife isnât fair. Get used to it.â
Peter turned to walk away, a clear indication that he was finished with the conversation. But you reached out and grabbed his hand, forcing him to stay and look at you.
âIâm begging you, Peter. Let me go home. Let me take Martin back home.â
Peter moved close to you, his nose almost touching yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as his eyes, so cold and cruel, bore into your own. âNobody leaves Neverland without my permission. You arenât leaving, ever. You��re the mother to my lost boys. Youâre going to be their mother forever, whether you like it or not. And if you continue to defy me, Iâll lock you in a cage and throw away the key, and youâll never see Martin again. Do you understand?â
You gasped and stumbled away, a sob catching in your throat from the cruel threat. âI understand,â you choked out, tears appearing in your eyes. âI wonât ask again. I promise.â
Peter snickered a laugh. âGood. Perhaps you should return to the lost boys now, before they start calling for their mother again, hmm?â
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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
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Princess Treatment
Imagine:
Being Regina's bio daughter and getting sperated from the group on neverland and Peter and Felix 'happen' to find you to make a deal with you.
"Its very simple darling you become ours and we'll release henry simple as that but know this you won't be getting of neverland either way"
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I Told You To Stay pt.2 (NSFW)
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader
Prompt: After chasing you down, Peter catches you in the forest and things get ... spicy
A/N: Hi!! So, I know it's been a year since the first part, but I felt inspired, and I love that you guys enjoyed it! THERE IS A SPICY SCENE AT THE END OF THIS PART! I indicated it in case anyone doesn't want to read some nasty; you can skip it. :) I don't ever do NSFW scenes, but I felt like this needed it.
I Told You To Stay Pt. 1
What a compromising situation you found yourself in. Arms pinned above your head, held against a tree staring up into some very angry, yet worrying, eyes, you canât help but want to laugh at your position. Figures, this is what you get for slipping out the window and running into the woods like hell hounds were nipping at your heels. But in all fairness, your actions were warranted.Â
How else were you supposed to react when Peter brought you back to his secret cabin after spending a romantic night together and then suddenly, Wendy is at said so-called âsecret cabinâ calling him âbabyâ and trying to rub up on him? Regardless of Peterâs denials, itâs hard to believe that truth when she was standing right in front of you.
âI thought I told you to stay,â Peter says in a threateningly calm voice.Â
âLet me go, Peter.â You tried to keep your voice calm, trying to seem nonchalant. You kept your face passive, but there was a war of emotions inside of you.Â
You felt hurt. Angry. Embarrassed. Betrayed. And as much as you were trying to suppress it, you felt âŚ. yearning. Even through all this, your heart was still looking for him in the darkness. It skipped and leaped in happiness that he was here. That he came racing after you. That he came looking for you when Wendy was probably waiting for him back at the cabin. The thought of her cause a bite of anger to shoot through you.
âGo back to Wendy, Peter.â You clipped.
âI told you to stay.â His voice was deadly. Deadly to your nerves and deadly to your heart.
Squeezing your eyes shut and blowing out a breath of frustration, trying desperately to get a hold of your temper that you could feel rising. âGo back to your cabin, Peter. Let me go.â
âI told you to stay. All you had to do was stay.â He snarled right back as if you hadnât said a word and he had the audacity to sound upset with you!
Your eyes shot open and in a burst of adrenaline, you yanked your hands free and shoved against his chest, blurting âLet me go! You lied! I trusted you! I trusted you when everyone else laughed at me and you lied to me!â Shock flashed in his face quickly before he was able to hide it. You have never lost your temper or shown an ounce of venom since youâve arrived to Neverland.Â
You pushed at his chest and tried to shove up off the tree to make your escape, but he wasnât budging. Instead of stepping back to give you the space you desperately wanted, he stepped into you. Your hands pressed against his chest and your back pressed into the tree. Your bodies were flesh against each other now.
âI have never lied to you, Y/N.âÂ
Scoffing in disbelief, your rising temper spoke for you, âYou said that you and Wendy werenât together.â
âAgain. I have never lied to you.â He growled.Â
âOh really?â Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. âIt didnât look that way to me. My mistake. It definitely didnât look like she was cozy in your place and on your body. Peter, I donât know what game youâre playing but I donât want any part of it. It looks like Wendy is already in the picture so I donât want any part of this!âÂ
âY/N, would you please just listen to me. Iâll explain everything.â
âIâve been asking you to explain! Iâve been asking for months and youâve avoided giving me even an ounce of clarity and now is when you want to explain?! Now that Iâve seen things clearly with my own eyes? Iâm supposed to have faith in my feelings towards you but I have to ignore the proof right in front of me? The pair of you are playing mother and father all over this island and Iâm supposed to ignore that?!â
âIt is not like that.â He snapped, his own frustration growing.Â
He went to grab your hands again but you batted them away. Pushing and shoving at his chest, you were desperate to get away. Feeling frantic, the anger youâve been trying to smother was starting to bubble and rise to the surface. But now your feelings were out of control. Laying too close to the surface was your frustration, hurt, confusions and yearning. Somehow in all of this, your heart was still looking for him in the darkness. Feeling pinned and trapped, the frustration was bringing tears to your eyes. Â
âJust listen, Y/N-â
âGet off me!â Â
Fed up with your pats and pushes, Peter finally shoved your hands aside and firmly cupped your face. Bringing his forehead down to rest against yours, his fingers cradling the back of your head creating a warm cocoon of just you and him.Â
 âMy dear sweet, Y/N. Listen to me. I know asking you to put your trust in me is not a fair ask but Iâm going to do it anyway. I have my reasons for keeping Wendy on this island, but I promise you, itâs not romantic. I have ⌠suspicions about her that I need to resolve before I can decide what to do with her. But please just trust in me.â The sweetness of his soft voice and his request soaked into your heart the way watercolor soaks into fine paper. His softness and intimacy drained the fight from you, leaving you with only hurt.Â
Not wanting to fall for his tricks and continue this loop, you whisper, âPlease donât do this, Peter. These mind games, I-I-I canât! Iâm too tired and too weak to survive you. Please-â
But before you could tell him off, he interrupts, âI know itâll sound like an easy excuse or some made up lie but Iâm telling the truth. Iâm going to need your trust because itâll sound like Iâm paranoid, but I promise, this isnât some easy way out excuseâŚ. just something isnât right with her. And things havenât been right since sheâs gotten here. I can feel a change in Neverland, but I canât figure out what sheâs done. Iâve caught her rifling through my things and trying to follow me. Iâve been letting her and acting as though I havenât noticed, but only so that I can figure out what she is trying to do. But thatâs how she found my cabin before. I didnât take her there and I didnât tell her about it, but she knows about it because she followed me one night. Iâm telling you the truth. Just let me figure out what is going on and Iâll get rid of her.â His voice was earnest, like he was being honest but there was a whisper of doubt in the back of your mind.Â
Maybe he was being truthful? But I havenât noticed any changes in the island. But I guess I arrived around the same time Wendy did and didnât know what it was like before. But he could also be lying just to keep me placated.Â
Sensing your doubts, Peter tilts your head up and plants his lips on yours. One of his hands slide to the back of your nape to hold you steady for his onslaught of your mouth. His mouth was soft and warm. Sweet and demanding. Fervent but nervous. A man yet still a boy.
Tears finally slip down your face as you went the unwanted relief that washed over you. How could you want this man so much, a man you werenât even sure if you could trust, but needed desperately. A man that made you weak with want but afraid of the fall. Against your lips, he whispers, âPlease, Y/N, please,â but his kisses never stop and your heart tugs with every quiver you could feel from his lips. What was he asking for? What else could he want from you? But whatever it was ⌠you knew you would give it to him.Â
âTrust in me. Iâm begging you, just trust in me. Let me show you. Come back to the cabin, I sent her away, youâll see, sheâs not there anymore.â
âItâs not just the cabin, Peter. Itâs everything. Sheâs everywhere. I see you guys-â
âBut have you ever seen me affectionate with her? Never. Itâs never been like that. She might be donned the title of Lost Mother or whatever, but that doesnât have any association to me. Itâs all for the boys.â
âPeter-â He cut in before you could argue.
âPlease. Just trust in me. Just enough so that I can prove it to you. Then decide for yourself, but for right now, just trust in me enough. Come back with me tonight. Donât leave me.â And that was it. That was when your resolve broke and there was nothing you could do but pay heed to his request. With your heart in your throat, throwing caution to the wind, you return his kiss tenfold; letting your actions answer for you.Â
~~~ itâs nasty time, ladies and gentlemen ~~~~
Your hands cup his jaw and you push up on your toes, slanting your head to deepen the kiss. You open your mouth in invitation and he accepts instantly. His tongues rushes in to meet and dance with yours; a happy reunion. His groan of relief vibrates through your body and your core tightens in excitement. Squeezing your thighs together to find any sort of relief and you run your hands down his chest to grip the fabric of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.Â
Suddenly, Peter reaches down and hooks his arms behind your thighs before hoisting you up, your back against the tree and your legs wrapped around his hip, only his body keeping you suspended. The dress that you were wearing rides up high on your thigh and the cold air swirls against your burning skin cause goose bumps were pebble in their wake. Peter uses his hips to keep you pin against the tree but that meant that your could feel his hard member resting against your sex.Â
Peter shoves his face into the crook of your neck and suckles and nibbles all along any exposed skin. His hands were gripping and kneading your ass as he was supporting your weight. Almost like he couldnât help himself, Peter rocks his hips into yours pulling a gasp from you and a groan from him at the sudden delicious friction. âWhat have you done to me, Y/N? I can feel your grip on your mind and I can do nothing to stop you. Youâve bewitched me. All I could ever need is you, like this.â His whispered breath skates across your skin, burning your ears and curling your toes.Â
Giving him easier access to your skin, your eyes close and your head rolls to the side. Unbeknwnsts to you, this movement causes the strap of your dress to slip off your shoulders, the top of your dress falling slightly, giving Peter a perfect view of the tops of your breast. You felt one of his hands tease up your legs and in between your flushed bodies. He pulls your panties to the side and your feel his fingers delve into your folds. You let out a small whimper as he hits his mark, using your wetness, he swirls his expert fingers around your clit with ease. âPeter, please.â His name fell from your lips like a prayer, causing his to chuckle and you yelp in surprise as he plants a firm bite on your neck, causing threads of pleasure down your spine. Your breast felt heavy and achy with need, every pant from you causing your nipples to rub against his chest. Your hips are now rolling on their own accord, moving in time with his torturing fingers.
âYou keep begging sweetly like that and I wonât be able to stop myself from taking you right here. Iâm barely holding onto my reserve right now, Y/N. I want nothing more than to throw you down and have my fill of you. If you know whatâs good for you, youâll tell me to stop right now.âÂ
Sighing dreamily, you tease, âWerenât you the one who started this, hmm?â His movements slowed to a stop, and he simply held you for a long moment. Your heart felt like it was floating and soaring through the cloud, butterflies in your stomach as his breath fanned against your breast. âYeah well ⌠Iâve never been the reasonable one, have I?â You felt his smirk against your neck before it disappeared in his seriousness, âIf you want me to stop, Y/N, you have to let me know now.âÂ
âYouâll stop if I ask?â Your whisper was barely heard as it floated through the silent night.
He was silent for a moment before he responded, âI would. It would kill me but I would. I would do anything you asked of me, Y/N. I would steal the moon for you if you asked it of me. Please ⌠just stay with me.â
Wrapping your arms around his head and shoulders, you envelop the precious bundle that was clingy to you like you were his life source. How could you deny him? Tilting your head towards him so that you lips ghosted over his ear, you whisper, âI need you, Peter. Are you going to make me beg?â
You let out a started gasp as he shot to life. Your hands falling away from him and bracing behind you against the tree as one of his hands shot down to undo his pants while the other ripped the top of your dress down the middle, leaving the two sides falling open and revealing your body to him. Your dress hung loosely, like a belt wrapped around your waist now, your breasts exposed to the cool air causing your nipples to pebble. Suddenly his naked cock was dragging between your wet lips as he rocked against you, coating it with your arousal. Peter pushed to have his body flush against yours again and his face back in your neck, one hand went back to your ass while the other grabbed and squeezed at your breast.Â
âY/N. I need you. Hard and fast. I canât think straight and having you like this is pushing me towards the brink of insanity. I canât control myself right now.âÂ
âDonât hold back, Peter. I need you, just as you are.âÂ
A pleasured cry and a âoh my godâ was ripped from you when Peter lifted you and slid you the whole way down, taking his whole cock inside you until you were sitting flush against his thigh. âOh, fuck, Y/N. My dreams are nothing compared to this.âÂ
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he used you to milk his cock; using you to ride him. His arm flexing to lift you and his hips slamming up to meet you. His pace was brutal. His strength had you slamming down with a force that made your muscles squeeze and pulse with every thrust. Your cries were loud and obscene but his growls and grunt were feral; only causing you to react more frantically. Your hips your rolling to meet his thrusts and the strong kneading on your achy breasts and bites along your neck was almost too much to bare. In and out. In and out. Every slide and every slam sending pleasure to the tops of your head to the tips of your toes.
Then suddenly, his hand was there again, right on your clit with enough pressure that cause nearly painful pleasure. He continued to buck into you like a wild animal, your muscles clenched like a vice in satisfaction. He swirled and flicked with such precision as though he knew exactly what you felt and knew what you needed. Your head was swimming with arosual, your toes curling and your back arching against the rough texture on your back, cause little delicious scratches to scrape there. âPeter, Iâm right there. Cum with me. I need you.âÂ
He slammed his lips into yours, drinking in all your cries, and his efforts doubled, then all at once, he stilled and groaned into your mouth, and he shook and emptied into you. Sweaty and panting, you both held each other, desperate to catch your breaths. After a few calm and blissful minutes, Peter softly kisses your jaw and whispers, âCome back with me, Y/N. Stay with me.â
With your eyes closed, your head rolled back, and your smile pointing up towards the dark sky, you whisper, âOk, Peter. Take me home.âÂ
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I Told You To Stay Pt. 1
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Can you do Peter Pan x reader OUAT? Peter goes to the modern world with Emma, Snow, David and them as they are looking for someone. He meets this girl and takes an interest to her. Heâs never seen someone with facial piercings, and dyed hair before, they come to realize she is the girl theyâve been looking for.
'magic finds magic' - peter pan
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Peter Pan is leaving Neverland. Worse, heâs leaving Neverland alongside Snow, Emma, David, and Hook. In terms of traveling partners, this has got to be the lowest of the low. However, the sand in Peterâs immortal hourglass is running out, and his first attempt at prolonging his life with the heart of Henry Mills didnât exactly go according to plan. Itâs this or nothing, even though Peter is starting to wonder if it would be better to just die than put up with these people any longer.
Never in his life did Peter Pan think heâd be working with the good guys. But never in his life did Peter think heâd be dying, either. A few compromises will have to be made in the name of preserving Peterâs everlasting life, and if that means he has to put up with some princesses and pirates for a few days, so be it. In no time at all, his immortal life will be restored, and he can go back to Neverland and put all of this behind him. Hopefully.
Peter was supposed to die back on Neverland. He was running out of time, anyway. He had set up the perfect scheme:Â kidnap Henry, disorient the boyâs rescuers on his island long enough to win the Heart of the Truest Believer, and cut the organ out of the boyâs chest if necessary. Heâd almost gotten away with it, too, except he was foiled at the last minute. Heartbreaking. So unlike him.
For some reason, though, he hadnât been left to die in the caverns of Skull Rock. Emma and the others had needed him, for some odd reason, and although none of them trust him in the slightest, they do trust Peterâs single-minded selfishness to keep himself alive. So they claim, at least, and so they had gotten a spell to give Peter one more week of life in exchange for help. If this plan works out, Peter will have a way to continue his immortal life without needing to murder Henry. If it doesnât, or if he betrays them, heâll die anyway.
He can feel it now, the pang of his close call with death. Thereâs a pain in his chest that wasnât there before, a certain weakness in his lungs. Peter gets tired more easily. He feelsâ well, he feels like Henry and Emma. He feels mortal. Like he could die at any moment.
Peter has, obviously, thought about double-crossing them, maybe even triple-crossing them, but itâs no use. He feels shakily mortal right now, and Peter does not much enjoy the possibility of his own demise. This is the closest heâs ever come to being beaten, and Peter hates the feeling. Heâll have to play along for now, but after that, he will have his revenge.
First, though, Peter has to do what the others want. Theyâve been careful to reveal as few details to him as possible, but the idea is solid. Thereâs a magical person somewhere in the modern world, in a city far from Storybrooke. This person is like the embodiment of a true loveâs kiss spell, designed to renew hope in storybook characters through small acts of power that ultimately drive two needed people together. Theyâre like a guardian angel of those on the brink of destruction, which is exactly what Peter needs right now.
Peter has plenty of time to mull this over. Theyâve forced him into a terrible, small room with awful carpetsâ an apartment, Emma called itâ while they talk out what to do with both him and their missing spell-person. Peter is trying to focus, but heâs getting stared at by Henry Mills again, which is absolutely ruining his mood.
âWhat do you want?â Peter asks, glaring at the boy.
Henry just goggles back at him. âDonât you feel bad for trying to kill me?â
Peter snorts. âWhy would I do that?â
Henry shrugs. âYou pretended you were my friend. I know you like the other Lost Boys on your island, I thought you would have felt bad for killing one of them. I guess not.â
âI donât feel bad about killing someone so I would live,â Peter says, then wonders why heâs arguing with a child. âGo preach your morals to someone who wants to listen.â
âThe others are busy,â Henry pouts.
Peter eyes him unhappily. âAnd what, Iâm your best option for polite conversation? You really are desperate, arenât you?â
Henry rolls his eyes. âIâd say youâre desperate. Youâre the one whoâs still talking to me.â
Peter canât really argue with that, so he deftly changes the topic of conversation before Henry starts looking proud of himself again. âTell me about our target again. You said you saw them before?â
âOnly in a dream,â Henry admits, âbut it was a clear dream, I swear. I saw a girl who looked about your age. She seemed like any other teenager, but there was something about her that was different. The way she spoke, maybe, or the glint in her eyes. She was magical, Iâm sure of it. She can save Storybrooke.â
âAnd save me,â Peter reminds him. âThatâs the important part.â
Henry rolls his eyes again. If he keeps that up, theyâre going to get stuck like that forever. âYes, I know, youâre only interested in keeping yourself alive. So long as it helps us find this girl, though, I donât care.â
Peter leans forward. âWhatâs your plan for finding this girl, then? A little scouting party? This city is big. Youâll never find her.â
Henry shakes his head. âMagic has a way of finding magic. Somehow, our paths will cross.â
âThatâs a terrible strategy,â Peter grouses. Why is he entrusting his life to this boy again? He remembers something about having no other options, but it doesnât seem as good an excuse right now.
âAsk the adults, then,â Henry tells him, and gestures towards the miniscule apartment kitchen, where Emma, Snow, Hook, and David are currently huddled around a table, talking in hushed voices about what to do.
Not wanting to mess with the kid anymore, Peter pulls himself to his feet and heads over. âTell me you have a plan,â he says.
The adults look up at him. âFind the girl,â Hook says shortly. âThatâs our plan.â
Peter scoffs. âYou could search this city for months and not find her. What if she doesnât want to be found? If this girl has any brains at all, sheâll know that people will want her magic and sheâll hide. Itâs what I would do.â
Emma sighs. âWe donât even know if this girl knows that she has magic. Sheâs probably just living an ordinary life, and weâre about to drag her out of it with all of our trouble.â
âDonât tell me you feel bad for her,â Peter scolds her. âYou want this, donât you? So go get it, or I will.â
Snow tries to tell him to calm down, but David, so quick to anger when it comes to Peter, surges out of his chair. âHow about you do something helpful and think with us instead of just insulting us?â
âI will do something helpful,â Peter informs him. âIâll find her first.â
With that, he lunges for the apartment door, and is out of the tiny room and down the hall before they can stop him. Peter hears the thunder of footsteps after him, but he hurries down the stairs and out of the building. He has the advantage of being quick on his feet; if Neverland taught him anything, itâs how to run when you donât want to be found.
Peter emerges into the bright sunshine of the city and stops dead in his tracks. Heâs not used to the modern world, how the knives of its buildings slash up into the sky, how loud it is with those cars and signs and people. Peter swears he can even see metal things in the sky, soaring along predestined paths. Itâs all so much compared to the world he used to know. No wonder some of the others had a hard time adjusting. His mortal heart lets out a pang of sympathy.
The door of the apartment building flies open, revealing Emma and the others hot on his trail. Peter curses under his breath and takes off in one direction, hurtling around pedestrians and shooting down the sidewalk. He heads for smaller streets, hoping to lose them in a swarm of alleyways. The others, more used to the terrain of the modern city, are gaining on him, and Peter is just starting to think that heâll never be able to shake them when someone grabs him and pulls him into a nearby building.
Peterâs first instinct is to defend himself, but when he isnât attacked, he realizes that the stranger is only trying to help him. Thereâs a window just to his left, and Peter watches Emma and the others appear seconds after him. They didnât see him enter the shop, and keep sprinting down the road in the direction they thought heâd gone. Peter waits a few more intense moments, then decides that heâs lost them for good and turns back around to see whoâs gone to the trouble of rescuing him.
Heâs greeted with the sight of a girl about his age. Sheâs eyeing him cautiously, although the corners of her lips begin to prick up with a wicked grin. âSorry for the rough introduction, but you looked like you needed some help,â she tells him.
Peter lets out a short laugh. âIâm glad to be rid of them, thatâs for sure.â
The girl arches a brow. âWhat, did they catch you shoplifting? Iâve never seen people run that fast unless they were getting chased by the cops.â
Peter narrows his eyes, trying to figure out how on earth he would lift a shop, then decides itâs probably some slang term he doesnât know. âSomething like that,â he says evasively.
He studies the girlâs face to see if heâd answered correctly, and, judging by her impressed grin, he had. âNice,â she says. âIâm Y/N, by the way.â
âPeter,â he replies. He gets the urge to introduce himself as he usually wouldâ Peter, Peter Panâ then remembers at the last second that Emma had warned him about telling people who he was. Apparently, telling people he was a fictional character in their world wouldnât go over too well.
âPeter,â the girl repeats. âNice to meet you.â
âNice to meet you, too,â Peter says, and realizes belatedly that he means it. He feels like how he had at the start of it all, when the Lost Boys had first started appearing on this island, but this feeling is far stronger. He wants to get to know this girl. He certainly doesnât want her to leave.
âIâm new to the city,â he says abruptly. âAny chance you could show me around?â
Y/N laughs, surprised. âYouâre new and youâre already in trouble? Youâll fit right in, Peter.â
He grins, in on the joke a half beat late. âI like to have fun, thatâs all.â
âWell,â Y/N says, starting to lead him back towards the door of the shop, âI like fun, too. Maybe we should stick together.â
âIâd like that,â Peter says, then wonders why heâs being so honest all of a sudden. When he sees Y/Nâs smileâ real this time, not sarcastic or joking, but genuinely because of himâ he thinks he knows why.
The two of them step back out into the light. âWhere to first?â Peter asks.
âI was going to ask you that,â Y/N replies. âWhat do you want to do? Sightseeing, maybe? We can get some food, or just talk.â
âAnything,â he says. Heâd follow her anywhere. The feeling in him right now is like nothing heâs ever felt before. The pain in his chest, Peter realizes with some surprise, is gone. He feels immortal. Like living in this one moment could last forever.
They end up spending the next few hours together. Y/N shows him around the city, taking Peter to her favorite spots. Peter stares at the vast cityscape and finally starts to understand why someone might choose the modern world over the natural one. Heâll always pick Neverland first, of course, but seeing the world through Y/Nâs eyes, it makes sense.
The two of them get along like a house on fire. Y/Nâs got this rebellious streak to her that fits in perfectly with Peterâs, well, Peter-ness. No joke is too dark, no sarcastic comment too caustic. They feel the same. Peter doesnât think heâs ever met someone who thinks so much like him.
As the sun starts to set in the sky, Peter feels his spirits sinking. He doesnât want to let go of this day, not when he knows it can never happen again. Heâs supposed to be finding Henryâs spell-girl, but all Peter wants to do is spend more time with Y/N.
His mood is especially ruined when they turn a corner and find Henry Mills walking towards them. Peterâs eyes widen and he tries to steer Y/N back in the direction theyâd come, but itâs too late. Henry lets out an audible gasp and starts hurrying towards them.
âPeter,â Henry calls out when heâs close enough to talk, âWeâve been looking for you all over! Where have you been?â
Y/N glances at Henry dubiously. âWhoâs this?â
âMy little brother,â Peter blurts out.
At the same time, Henry chimes in, âMy friend from school.â
Peter shoots the younger boy a quick glare, then turns back to Y/N. âBoth, actually. Heâs my step-brother. Recent marriage. Weâre still getting acclimated. Our family is a little chaotic.â
âYou can say that again,â Henry mumbles. Peter fights the urge to butcher him.
While Peter silently advises himself on why murder would be bad at a time like this, Henry stares openly at Y/N. All of a sudden, the boyâs mouth hangs open. âOh my gosh, itâs you.â
Y/Nâs brow furrows. âExcuse me?â
All of a sudden, Peter feels a sick sensation in his stomach. It couldnât be. It couldnât.
âYouâre the girl from my dream,â Henry announces. âWeâve been looking for you.â
Y/N looks back at Peter. âWhatâs he talking about?â
The open, carefree expression, which had been on her face all day, is starting to be replaced with deep, unsettled fear. Peter hates to see it directed at him. âThereâs something I need to tell you,â he begins. âSomething about yourself.â
âYouâre sounding a little creepy right now,â Y/N warns him. âGet to the point.â
âAlright,â Peter says. âYouâre magical. So am I. We need your help to break a curse and save my life. How about that?â
Y/N shakes her head quickly. âThis is crazy. Magic isnât real.â
Peter canât lose her, not like this, so he leans forward and holds out his hand. A ball of light appears inside his cupped fingers, glowing and bright. Itâs a simple charm, one of the first he learned, but it has the desired effect.Â
Y/N stares at it, transfixed, and when she speaks again, her voice is hushed. âThatâs impossible.â
âNothing is impossible,â Peter says. âNot magic. Not even the fact that you would find me in this city by accident. Magic is drawn to magic.â
Y/Nâs eyes slowly raise to meet his. âThis is real, then. I have magic.â
âYou have magic,â Peter confirms. âCome with us, we can show you. Theyâre good people, Y/N. You can trust them.â
Itâs the closest heâs ever come to honesty. For once, Peter isnât playing a game. He isnât trying to trick Y/N over to his side. He just wants her to be safe, and he knows that isnât through lies.
Y/N smiles at him. âI trust you, Peter. Thatâs enough for me.â
She reaches over and takes his hand. Now that heâs focusing on it, Peter can feel the slow loop of her magic when they touch. It feels like power, but more than that, it feels like life. A life with her, maybe. A life for both of them.
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Could we get something with Yandere ouat Peter? Preferably gender-neutral or nb reader.
An idea I had is maybe Hook has a kid, so the character would have grown up in Neverland. I think maybe a platonic Yandere Peter would be v interesting, where he maybe tries to interact with reader as a âcool older brotherâ sort of figure, despite the fact that reader very much knows exactly who he is and that heâs dangerous. Romantic would be fine too though!
Thank you so much for the request! I apologize it took so long and I have not written in a while so I hope it's okay!
I loved this idea so I had to see how it'll play out. I did the platonic version and although I did use Y/N and made them gender-neutral, I wrote they were 17 for the story's sake. I often have Peter refer to them as a child because in his mind he feels the need to take care of and protect them.
I am considering a part two if people like this idea enough, maybe taking place when the Storybrooke residents arrive.
Warning: Yandere Behavior
Word Count: 2886
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The Love Of A Brother
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The day Killian Jones, otherwise known by his more colorful moniker Hook, came to Neverland was a day he would never forget.
He had many men aboard, each desiring to never grow old until they wished. They all had been warned about the dangers that lurk within the water and upon the soil of Neverland but the idea of dying from old age was a more terrifying feat to them.
However, one person had little choice in the matter, as they were still somewhat forced to come to Neverland.
Captain Hook's kid, Y/N.
After the day Mila died it was up to him to become a single parent. Overall he was rather good at it. Always telling stories so that they would be able to sleep at night or sitting by their bedside when they had gotten a cold. But, no matter how much love they held for each other, Killian could not stop going after the man who killed his wife and the mother of his child.
Y/N was 17 the day they had arrived in Neverland and would remain so until the day they left.
This was not a decision Hook made lightly. Bringing the person he cared for more than anyone into the hellish landscape wasn't something he'd wish on his worst enemy (other than Rumpelstiltskin) but the idea of leaving them with no idea when he would return hurt even more.
So he created the rules.
Do not leave the boat without permission.
Do not ever interact with Peter Pan or his shadow.
Avoid the Lost Boys.
"Who is Peter Pan?" They asked their father as the Jolly Roger settled after coming through the portal to Neverland.
"A bloody demon." He responded looking at the dark island as it neared.
Hook began telling the stories that he knew. Even sharing how he had met Peter Pan in the first place. Albeit leaving out what happened to his brother as he blamed himself as well as Pan for the tragedy.
Pan knew he was arriving on the island. Hook riskily contacted him through his shadow to come to a truce before being allowed to arrive on the island.
But there was a little thing Hook had forgotten to mention.
His child.
He had hoped that if none of the inhabitants of the island knew their relation, with Peter assuming they were deckhands or something, they wouldn't be targeted if Peter got bored or wanted to play a game.
But the resemblance was noticeable from the first meeting.
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As the boat docked onto shore to make an initial supply run, Hook kept Y/N close. Half of the crew, including the two of them, walked carefully through the jungle, avoiding every thorn they came across.
But the real danger was just up ahead. After all, Peter Pan wouldn't be a polite host if he didn't welcome his guests.
The second the pirates entered a clearing they were surrounded by the sound of rustles as the leaves moved around the edge of the clearing and a figure appeared about 20 feet ahead on the other end.
Hook froze, he knew he should have expected him to show himself this early, but a part of him had hoped he wouldn't, not yet at least.
Y/N held onto their bow and arrows tightly as they observed the boy up ahead who looked just a little older than them. Judging by the way he held the spotlight, they had to assume this was Peter Pan.
"Look what we have here, I didn't expect to see you on the island this quickly. I mean after what had happened last time you were here, the idea of returning so willingly was unexpected, Captain." Peter spoke as he neared the group, the Lost Boys forming a circle around them to prevent anyone from running.
Peter inspected the group as they each held some form of weapon. Be it a dagger, sword, or even one with a bow and arrow.
He neared the one with the bow and arrow, the idea of figuring out what else made them so different lingered in his mind. Peter stood closely in front of them, studying their appearance and the subtle yet noticeable looks towards the direction of Hook.
This is when something had clicked.
His brain was no longer assessing the group as a whole or messing with the Captain. His thoughts were reserved for only them. The way they were trying to hide their shaking hands and the way they held onto the bow tighter the closer he got. The shine of their eyes as they looked at him almost like a frightened deer.
He could recognize a scared child anywhere and this time he didn't want it to be his fault. It was like an instinct of protection filled his black heart. Their fearful yet innocent gaze was embedded into his soul. Someone like this simply couldn't live with harsh pirates.
He reached a hand out towards them but Hook stepped in the way. His gaze was harsh yet Peter could easily detect the fear hidden in them. For himself or the child, he wasn't sure.
Peter smirked at Captain Hook as he realized why they had looked so familiar now seeing the similarities in their features and hair color. He had been to distracted by the odd feeling of protection and familiarity to even acknowledge the finding.
"You have a child? My you got busy after leaving last time." He teased as he glanced around the man to see them standing there, their gaze locked onto the ground.
"Stay away from them or so help me you will have wished-" Hook began to say before Peter cut him off.
"You'll do what? Let me remind you, you're here because I allow it. You eat the island's food only because I allow it. You only live because I have use for you yet." He threatened motioning his hand for the Lost Boys to run away.
Y/N took a sigh of relief as the group dispersed but their worry would still remain until Peter was out of their sight. The ideas of the horrors they were told, all of which could happen to them just by being in his presence, filled their anxious mind.
Peter stared at Hook seriously before sending a look and a playful wink toward Y/N, hoping to make them less afraid.
"I'll see you soon." He commented staring directly into their eyes before disappearing.
âââââââââ
Apparently soon meant a few days.
It first began when Y/N was laying on deck, watching the stars when someone appeared next to them and laid down on the spare part of the blanket.
âThe stars are beautiful arenât they?â He spoke as if lying on the ground next to them wasnât an unusual occurrence.
Y/N was silent, trying to hide the fact they were afraid. The unknowing was terrible, the idea that their father was fast asleep, probably passed out from exhaustion at that, was nerve-wracking as they could not call for help.
âYou donât need to be afraid of me.â Pan said genuinely, staring at the side of their face as he admired their courage to hide their fear.
âWhy wouldnât I be? You have a reputation you know. Iâm sure you could get rid of me in a heartbeat.â Y/N was nervous now, it audibly showed through the small stutter that sounded in their sentence.
âThat doesnât mean I want to⌠Do you know why Iâve brought all these boys to the island?â
âBecause theyâre lost?â
âBecause no one deserves to feel alone.â
Peter Pan believed that because Y/N was an only child who spent their whole life traveling the seas, that they had to be lonely. They are constantly moving and never staying in one place, let alone with people their age.
Then their father, heâs a pirate with a drinking problem who is so obsessed with revenge that even though he is protective and loves his child, Peter couldnât tell you which the man valued more.
Revenge or love?
If Peter were to take her right now, he could be their older brother. Someone who takes care of their little sibling in the face of everything like heartbreak, anxiety, everything that would make them feel anything other than happiness.
Y/N would be his sibling. Heâd be their only brother.
Being an older brother to Y/N sounded perfect to him.
âââââââââ
Their next encounter was when they had been sitting on the edge of the beach as the Jolly Roger was anchored nearby.
Y/N's father had allowed them to hang out along the shore alone.
The captain and crewmates were planning on staying on the edge of the jungle that was Neverland. He had figured they would be okay for a couple hours and that he could hear if they needed anything.
He knew the dangers that posed leaving them there alone but he thought they would be cornered again the second they entered the tree line so there really wasnât anywhere âsafeâ at the moment.
Thatâs how he rationalized it at least.
But when Peter saw them sitting alone on the shore, the mermaids moving closer by the second, he saw Hook as irresponsible and unfit to care for Y/N.
He quickly approached them, the sight of him causing the mermaids to swim away quickly, realizing that was not someone they wanted to lure in.
âY/N.â Peter said as he approached, sitting in the sand next to them.
âWhat are you doing?â They spoke questioningly âI thought you would be bothering my father and his crew.â
âIs that what he counted on. Me leaving you alone as they frolicked or whatever they are doing in the jungle? Is that why he left you here defenseless?â He replied getting more confident that Killian wasnât fit to take care of Y/N.
âI donât like what youâre accusing him of.â Y/N replied, glaring at Pan in front of them but if anything it was adorable.
He raised his hands jokingly as if he actually felt threatened by them.
âIâm just saying, he knows the dangers of this island. If itâs not me, itâs the lost boys, then the Dreamshade, and as you almost realized, the mermaids.â Peter counted off making Y/N realize what the subtle splashing noise they heard was. âHe shouldnât have left you alone.â
âIâm 17. I can take care of myself for a few hours.â They argued, much like if they were telling their older sibling they didnât need to be babysat.
âSure you can. But you donât need to when Iâm here.â
âââââââ-
From then on he would appear randomly whenever he knew Y/N was alone.
When they werenât, he was silently protecting them from the shadows.
If weâre sketching in their room? Heâd sit next to them silently, allowing them to focus. Meanwhile he was busy admiring their skills even if it was a simple picture of the sky.
They volunteered to go look for some more supplies on the island?
They mysteriously got separated from the group for a few hours.
He took them saying âI can take care of myself for a few hoursâ rather literally. In those few hours, they got an entire tour of the main points of the island.
Even the camp.
Peter had them sit on his designated chair, introducing Y/N as their little sibling. Each of the boys came up to them and introducing themselves enthusiastically as the proposed all the fun games they could play if they were to stay.
Even when Y/N emphasized greatly that they couldnât.
Each and every time.
When their birthday came around Peter gifted them a necklace, his initials were on the inside, to protect them from anyone who finds their way to the island.
Although he made sure to use his magic to conceal the necklace from the eyes of Hook.
Not that he cared about what the man thought, after all nothing would keep him from his little sibling.
Nothing.
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The day Peter had been preparing for came sooner than expected.
Hook had discovered a way to kill the dark one and his need for the island was gone. Meaning it was time to return back to the enchanted forest.
The crew had begun preparing to return back to the forest. Packing up their supplies and strapping down anything they had on deck to prepare for traveling through the portal.
Y/N was packing up anything loose in their room. They had mostly finished other than having to pack the rest of their art supplies.
âSo you were just going to leave and not tell your older brother? I'm offendedâ Peter spoke appearing in their room and sitting on their bed.
In their deal, he had allowed Hook to leave once he had found a way to accomplish his goal.
That was before he had met Y/N.
âI was never going to say in Neverland. I was always going to leave. I donât know what you were expecting.â Y/N spoke harshly trying to push him away.
They had to admit, after all this time spent with Peter, that it was hard to view him as some irredeemable demon. He comforted them when they had nightmares of their motherâs death, protected them from the mermaids, did their favorite activities with them (even if he was not really invited), and seemed to love them.
Peter knew they were just trying to protect themself from the pain of leaving so they lashed out. He could tell they were saddened at the thought of leaving him. This made him feel warm inside.
Y/N assumed theyâd be fine once leaving Neverland, they would have to forget about Peter Pan and their life would go back to normal, well as normal as it gets.
Suddenly they heard approaching footsteps.
âY/N? Are you ready to go? We are about to enter the portal now.â Killian called through the closed door, his eagerness to leave the island covering the fact that there was a muffled sound as he spoke. Hook was ecstatic, his time for revenge had come. His head was in the clouds as he ran over his plan over and over again. Causing him to not even think to just poke his head in to check on his child, just of the idea that the portal was closing any minute
The muffled noise was Peter whispering that he would not let Hook leave if they said anything other than that they were ready.
Y/N knew if they werenât allowed to leave, their father would be devastated.
âYes father, Iâm ready!â They called back and the two listened as the manâs footsteps grew farther and farther away.
âYou canât leave Y/N. Youâre my little sibling, I have to take care of you.â He spoke manipulatively the second Hook was out of distance.
âI have to. If itâs up to me, Iâll never leave my father. He raised me, he loves me! He will take care of me better than you ever can.â Y/N retorted, frustrated at the situation. Why wouldn't Peter just go away? They knew they cared for him, even just a little bit. But their father was very important to them. Even if he had been a little distracted while searching for revenge, they didn't feel his love any less.
A loving father or a over protective, self-proclaimed brother.
They knew which had meant more. They had made their choice, one they couldn't vocalize as Peter softly blew poppy dust into their face, causing them to pass out instantly.
âThen it isnât up to you.â as he spoke âThis is for your own good. I love you Y/N and I know you love me. You are better off at my side.â
He picked them up bridal style as he and Y/N disappeared off the boat and reappeared in the camp. All of their stuff appears on the ground off to the side of them.
"Welcome to your new home, Y/N"
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Hook had gone to Y/Nâs cabin to check on them, the portal closing behind him as they could see the Enchanted Forest off in the distance.
He was eager to see his child, wanting to celebrate the idea of finally being able to avenge his wife and their mother. Hook knocked and didnât hear an answer assuming they had been disoriented or hurt by the portal, he opened the door quickly.
But, he was met with an empty room and no Y/N.
He looked around for any signs frantically before he spotted a letter on the bed.
Hook,
You were always too focused on the idea of revenge that you neglected what was in front of you. You never deserved Y/N and you never will. Each time you left them alone, I was there. I comforted them, I protected them, and I loved them. Each thing is something you couldn't do while you searched for something you did not even know existed. Y/N will be better off without you.
I always wondered if you'd choose revenge over love.
I guess I have my answer.
Their brother,
Peter Pan
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Heyy, could i maybe request a more rough smut of a submissive gn reader x peter pan? (only if you're comfortable with that ofc!!)
A/N:Since I'm not specifically sure what you're asking, and I haven't written in so long, here's something really short. I hope you like it! :)
This is an afab!reader since you didn't specify and that's what my last one was đ
ALSO, no I didn't proof read this, bc I'm lazy.
"oh shut the fuck up" peter says, pushing my head into the pillows. A sob racks through my body as I near another high, his relentless hips slamming into my back side only worsting my predicament. He pulls me up by my hair and whispers in my ear "This is what you wanted? This is why you were teasing me all day? What a whore." I can hear the smirk in his voice, and I clench around him.
"f- fuck!" He moans, his pace slowing for a split second. "You like it when I call you that huh? My little whore" he shoves my head back down but begins to grip my hips and pull them to meet his thrusts.
I whine as I arch my back and cum for the n-th time that night. I gasp for air and try to pull away as evil laughter sounded behind me. "C'mon little whore, say thank you when someone makes you cum." I turn my head and see him out of my peripheral, his face sweaty and once perfect hair sticking to his forehead, his abs clenching every time our bodies collide "thank you" I whimper meekly.
"What was that? Didn't quite hear you over your pathetic little moans." He smirks, lightly smacking my ass. "Th- thank you!" I moan as I begin to reach another high.
"h- hurts... Please... p- please it hurts" I whimper, squirming limply, too tired to do much else. "Good. Maybe next time you won't try to tease me" I feel his hand close over my neck, and know it's gonna be a long night.
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An Ill-Timed Confession Part 1
Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader (kinda)
Summary: You tell Henry about your romantic feelings towards Peter Pan. Unfortunately for you, he turns out not to be Henry.
The citizens of Storybrooke gathered in Grannyâs diner to celebrate. Most wore big jovial smiles and talked excitedly to their companions. You took note of the absolute happiness that seemed to radiate from David and Mary Margret. Nevertheless, their daughter was uneasy, as if she half expected the Pied Piper himself to waltz through the doors and rip her sonâs heart out.
You felt sorry for Emmaâs needless worrying, but understood where it stemmed from. After all, many restless nights would have to be endured before you forgot Panâs threats in Neverland, not that you wanted to forget every single comment of his just yet. You pushed that particular thought back deep in your mind where it would have to be reconsidered later. You chose to focus on more trivial matters.
Hook was seated at the bar, drinking with the boisterous dwarves. It didnât escape your notice how often his gaze flickered between the Savior and her ex-boyfriend; Neal left his place beside Henry to chat with Mother Superior. You eyed the pirateâs ill-natured manner with interest when Ruby interrupted your musings of his unfortunate predicament by placing a steaming mug of apple cider on the counter.
You accepted the hot beverage, maneuvering your way through the crowded restaurant and slid into the booth to sit across from Henry. His attention was directed to the storybook in front of him. Even upside down, you recognized the illustration of Cinderella dancing at the ball with her prince. Henry glanced up, seeming apprehensive at your arrival, he tensed for some strange reason. His fingers tapped the edge of the smooth paper.
You offered him a reassuring smile. It would be reasonable for his nerves to be a bit frayed after his harrowing adventure. You blew on your drink and asked in a quiet tone, âHowâre you holding up?â
âGood. Itâs good to be back here with my family.â
You nodded your head in agreement. That was the understatement of the year. The distress and danger he went through the past few days must have been unimaginable. People often said kids were resilient, however, it was odd how unfazed Henry was at being reunited with his loving family. Odder still was his cold and distant attitude towards you. This was the first genuine conversation you two had exchanged since his capture. It was unlike him to keep to himself for so long.
You were close friends and confidants. It was worrisome for Henry to be this reserved around you. What had happened in Neverland that would have caused such an abrupt change? The next second, you berated yourself for such a thought, having oneâs heart torn out would have drastic mental consequences. It was possible he wasnât comfortable discussing his feelings yet. On the other hand, it would be harmful if he kept them bottled up inside his mind to fester.
The best course of action was to respect his silence and hope in time he would open up. You took another sip of cider while Henry went back to reading. The message was clear; he had no interest in talking any further. The temptation to leave was strong, but you remained in your seat. There was a question you were desperate for Henry to answer, the sooner the better. You blurted out, âWhat was he like?â
He glanced at you again. âWho?â
âPeter Pan. What was he like? I only met him a handful of times on the island, and he was pretty intimidating. How did he act around you? I mean, Pan was deranged, howâd he manage to convince you to give up your heart?â
Henry shrugged and flipped a page before replying. âHe told me magic was dying and my heart was needed to save it. I believed him. And he wasâŚâ Henry shivered a little. âHe was scary. Iâm glad heâs gone.â
You propped your elbows on the table and rested your chin in the palm of your hand, waiting for him to elaborate. He didnât. Henry reached for his glass of root beer, refusing to utter one more word. You sighed, âToo bad he was a psychopath. Pan was kinda hot.â
Henry spat out his drink, spewing the soft drink all over the table and its contents. You grabbed a handful of napkins and dabbed them on the storybook. âHenry, be careful you almost ruined it!â Emma paused speaking to her parents and shot you both a quizzical look. You waved the wet napkins at her, signaling everything was fine, only a little spill had happened.
âWhat did you say?â Henry wasnât the least bit concerned about the precious book. His eyes were wide and his mouth somewhat agape.
âI know, I know, he was a murderer and evil and wanted to kill all of us. But in my defense, he was attractive.â
Henry said nothing for a solid minute, and stared at you as if an extra head had grown from your neck. You were beginning to worry that the poor boyâs brain had broken upon hearing your staggering statement.
As the seconds ticked by you began to regret saying your astonishing confession aloud. Your attraction to Pan was something you had been grappling with ever since laying eyes on him.
You shamed yourself for feeling this way toward such a revolting person, but that would not dampen them. During the adventure, it had been eating you alive from the inside out.
The rest of the group had been debating over the best way to save Henry, how to rescue Neal, and the complications of getting off the Island. Meanwhile, you had been battling the guilt of being enamored with your best friendâs captor.
Near the end of the journey, you made peace with this upsetting fact by realizing you could acknowledge Panâs attractiveness and still hate his guts for kidnapping Emmaâs son.
Though the shock on Henryâs face made you question the wisdom of admitting this so soon after the terrible ordeal. You were on the brink of explaining your more nuanced views to him on this delicate subject when his expression changed.
The corners of his lips turned upward in a disbelieving smirk as he raised one eyebrow in wonderment. He said in a soft voice, almost to himself, âYou⌠like Pan?â
The grin spread wider across his face and he covered his mouth with a hand to muffle the sound of his laughter. His body shook in a fit of merriment. He pointed a finger at you; his eyes contained a mocking glint which was quite foreign to them. âYou have a crush on Pan!â
You were uncomfortable at his reaction, but believed it was somewhat deserved. Gesturing to him to lower his voice, you attempted to hobble together a defense. âNot really a crush per say, Iââ
Henry interrupted, âThatâs so gross. He'sâ heâs Rumpelstiltskin's dad!â
âThatâs true, but it just makes me wonder whether or not Mr. Gold was that good looking in his younger days,â you joked.
He shuddered at that remark and twisted his features into one of disgust. âEw, Iâll never understand girls.â Puzzled at your stance on his villainous great grandfather, Henry probed, âWhy did you like him?â
âLike is a strong word. I didnât like him. He was gonna kill us all for Peteâs sake, but I did observe that Pan was blessed⌠genetically speaking.â
A mischievous air hung about Henry as he inched forward in his seat, tilting his head close to yours, and whispered in a low tone. âTell me, do you fantasize about Peter Pan?â
Your mouth dropped open at his blunt question. You replied in a strained voice, âHenry, thatâs a very inappropriate thing to ask.â What on earth had possessed him to say that?
Moments earlier, he was repulsed at the prospect of you harboring secret feelings for Pan and now he was inquiring whether or not you fantasize about his relative!
It was your turn for your brain to stop working. Henry had never, never asked you such a personal question in all your years of friendship. This was most unlike him.
Was there a chance he had bashed his head on a rock somewhere to justify this sudden change of personality? He leaned back into the booth. âThat alone gives me my answer.â
Before you could chastise him for his nauseatingly smug attitude, Emma sauntered next to the table. âSorry to break up the chit chat, kid, itâs time for something you didnât have in Neverland. Bedtime.â
Henry closed his book, disappointed for having to leave so soon. You were quite relieved; however, sensing Henry was having far too much fun with this knowledge at his fingertips. You were too stunned at your friendâs response to see he had left with Regina and not Emma.
That conversation had left a bad taste in your mouth. Something wasnât right with Henry and it made you uneasy. Regret at having confessed your passing fancy towards Peter Pan seeped through you. It could be that this Neverland escapade still had a few loose ends that needed to be tied up.
You help David and Emma cover Mother Superior's body with a blanket. You shoved your trembling fingers in your coatâs pockets. Your eyes darted up to the sky and scanned for any sign of the one who did this. You didnât feel safe. At any moment you could meet the same fate as well. The danger was lurking around the corner andâ
âWhat the hell happened?â
You jumped slightly as Regina and Henry raced up to your group.
David answered her. âThe shadow, it killed her.â
âPanâs shadow? I trapped it on the sail.â Regina was confused.
âYeah, well, it got free.â Emma said while crouching on the steps.
Comprehension dawned on everyone as they realized what that meant. Pan was back. You moved to Henry and wrapped your arms around him in a protective gesture. All thoughts of last night's events flew from your mind.
If Pan was somehow controlling the Shadow from inside the box, then he would never stop terrorizing them until he had the Truest Believerâs Heart. Henry was going to die. The adults discussed what to do as you patted Henry on the head.
The boy said in a hollow voice, âSo Pan can still hurt me?â
Regina responded to comfort him, âWe donât know that.â You knew it was inevitable he did though.
âBut we have to assume heâs still a threat.â Mary Margret clasped her hands together in worry.
You added, âAnd that heâs after Henry.â
âThen what am I doing here?â Henry wriggled out of your grasp, looking anxious.
David said, âHeâs right. Heâs not safe out in the open.â
âYouâll protect me, right?â He hugged Regina as she consoled him.
You were put off at how easily he disregarded you in favor of his mother. It was like he didnât even acknowledge your presence. But of course, it was natural for a son to turn to his mom in his time of need.
You stopped scolding yourself when you overheard Emma tell Regina that Henry didnât seem like himself. Your feelings of unease felt vindicated now if she was aware that her son was acting a bit different. It made your head spin; what could it mean?
After convincing Mr. Gold to give up Pandoraâs Box, you all drove to the edge of Storybrooke. You huddled close to Mary Margret and David, watching the red smoke swirl out of the box.
It transformed into Pan, and Emma cocked her gun. Pan stood up, breathing hard, he acted confused, and dumbfounded to see everyone's mistrustful faces. You had to admit, he was a good actor. You couldnât believe the next words that popped out of his mouth.
âMum?â
Emma was also taken aback. âWhat?â
âWhat are you waiting for? Shoot him,â Gold ordered.
Pan panicked. âDonât! Please! Iâm Henry. Pan, he switched our bodies.â
âYou expect me to believe that?â Emma continued pointing the gun at him.
You didnât know what to think of this situation. You wanted to trust him. It would explain Henry's peculiar actions. The other, more cynical part, of your brain was reprimanding yourself for entertaining the outlandish idea.
Pan was a master manipulator, capable of slaughtering you and your loved ones in a millisecond if it benefitted him. He toyed with peopleâs minds and reveled in the horrible game of it. Your sympathetic side excused that truth when seeing Panâs face. He was hurt and betrayed. Henry, you were sure it was him, needed a friend.
You almost took a step over the red line when Gold stopped you with his cane and said, âDonât listen to him. This is one of his tricks.â
Pan/Henry was adamant. âNo, itâs not! He did it right before Mr. Gold captured me in the box. I swear!â He stepped forward, but Emma stopped him.
Holding one hand out, she commanded, âDonât come any closer.â Mr. Gold ordered her to shoot him again. She didnât. âMaybe he is telling the truth. Maybe thatâs why I canât shake this feeling somethingâs off about Henry.â Mr. Gold argued with her, but Emma asked Pan to prove his claim.
He started listing facts about Henry. They werenât persuaded by this. Emma stated, âPan might know facts. But life is made up of more than that. There are moments. He canât possibly know all of them. The first time you and I connected, you remember that? Not met, but connected.â
Panâs face softened at the happy memory. He told her the conversation they had at his castle right after she came to Storybrooke. Emma lowered her gun and embraced him. âIt is Henry.â
She released him and they crossed the line into Storybrooke. Henry hugged his grandparents and you soon followed. He enveloped you in a bone crushing hug which you returned with equal joy at having your friend back. It was a little weird since every sense told you this was to all intents and purposes Peter Pan. You pulled back to examine him.
Staring into his green eyes, you squished his cheeks. âThis is so surreal.â You tapped his nose. âYou really look like him, ya know.â Henry laughed, a delightful but bizarre sound coming from Panâs throat. It was too innocent.
The full impact of what was happening hit you. You retreated a couple of paces from your friends, and hid your face as mortification overcame your entire being. âOh no.â
âWhatâs wrong?â Henry put a comforting hand on your shoulder.
Your face felt ablaze. If Pan was Henry, that meant⌠âI mightâveâ I didnât know it was him!â
Mr. Gold urged you to go on. âYes? What is it?â
You gulped as they came closer. âLast night at Grannyâs, I told Henryâwho I thought was Henryâthat Pan was hot.â
Both David and Mary Margret closed their eyes in exasperation. Emma stared at you, questioning your sanity. Bell grinned, and to your surprise, Mr. Gold was unbothered by this. âHow tragic. However, we have larger problems that must be dealt with other than your lack of taste.â
âDo you think heâll do anything to me for saying that to him?â You asked Henry. He had smirked at your confession, which had made your heart beat faster at the sight. You wanted to slap yourself for that reaction. Now he frowned at your inquiry.
âI donât know. Pan might not care or he might target you because of it. Donât worry about it. Weâll stop him.â
You climbed into the truckâs backseat. The sinking sensation settled in your stomach despite Henry reassuring you everything would turn out for the better. Peter Pan had a plan and it would lead to everyoneâs ruin. Your only hope was that he wasnât concocting a special method of torture for you since laying open your abashed feelings towards him.
(The previous night)
In the body of his grandson, Pan walked arm-in-arm with Regina down the sidewalk to her home. It was loathsome having to humor the woman while she talked to whom she believed was her son. He answered her relentless questions to the best of his ability, keeping his replies vague and unassuming.
She didnât seem to heed his noncommittal responses. He was impatient for this part of his scheme to be done. He restrained his strong desire to kill her this instant because he had to find her vault first. Pan distracted himself from that impulse by thinking of what you had told him.
It would be beyond humiliating for you when you found out the truth. He couldnât wait to see your gobsmacked expression when he revealed his true identity, and made Storybrooke into the New Neverland.
Peter Pan would make you regret ever spilling your secrets to him. He was eager to make you into his new plaything, to see how long it took you to cry, to break. He wondered how far over the edge he could drive you. Grateful for the limited light, he allowed a cruel, sadistic smile to form on his lips. This was all too perfect and pleasurable for him.
#peter pan#peter pan x reader#peter pan ouat#peter pan ouat imagines#x reader#once upon a time imagine#cross posted on ao3
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Being a little lost kid in neverland! >0< thought this was rly cute <3
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#ouat x reader#peter pan#neverland#lost boys x reader#peter pan x reader#ouat#mood board#peter pan mood board#felix ouat#devin ouat#lost boys ouat#child reader#peter pan x child reader#ouat x child reader#<3#this is adorable
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Peter Pan NSFW Alphabet
(gender inclusive)
A= Aftercare (what theyâre like after the act)
He is quite sweet afterwards. He might joke a bit, but in a lighthearted manner. Expect a lot of kisses, cuddling and fondling.
If it was a quickie and he has to go soon, he'll still clean or heal you if necessary. And he'll kiss you and hug you tightly. Promising to come back as soon as possible to be with you again.
B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
He is very pleased with his torso and eyebrows. But he likes pretty much everything about himself. Mans is cocky.
Pan is picky, so if he likes you, he really likes all of you. But he is particularly fond of your neck, waist and any erogenous zones you have.
C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Loves seeing his partner covered in his cum. Pretty much anywhere really.
D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
Is a bit of a masochist, probably wouldn't admit that quickly out of pride.
E= Experience (do they know what theyâre doing)
Definitely has experience.
F= Favorite position
He has many. Ankles up, (standing) missionary, (standing) doggy style, the flatiron, leapfrog and stand and deliver being his top 6.
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
He does sexually joke around to his partner, but he is more serious during it than you'd expect.
H= Hair (grooming habits)
Generally very tidy. Usually clean shaven if he knows partner prefers it.
I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
He can be somewhat romantic, but he is usually very lustful during it.
J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
He definitely does, although not as much when he has a partner.
K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
(He definitely has a lot of them because mans gets bored easily)
-Praise (Loves to see and hear how good he is doing.)
-Ownership (Gets off to the idea of owning his so. And tends to give them hickeys or bitemarks for this very reason.)
-Cream𼧠(Self explanatory)
-Rigging (Likes to restrain his partner, might allow his partner to tie his wrists up, SOMETIMES.)
-S&M (Submissive & dom - powerplay)
-Sadism (is sadistic asf)
-Primal play (predator & prey. This is a âhunterâ mentality, where the top (or dominant) is the predator and the submissive (or bottom) is the prey.)
-Brat play (gets excited by being challenged and loves to teach his disobedient partner a lesson)
-Innocence roleplay (CORRUPTION â They're so pure - you want to end that. There's nothing that excites you more. & TEACHING â Why not show them how to please you...and how to be pleasured in return?)
-Somnophilia (Loves to see his so this helpless in front of him. Very much likes to wake his partner up this "way" if he knows they'll enjoy it.)
-Mild degradation (Specifically likes to see his partner get embarrassed by the things he does to them.)
-Gagging (likes to put a ball-gag (especially one with an "extended" edge to it) on his so, especially when it embarrasses them)
-CNC (Likes knowing his partner is secretly enjoying how he dirties them while they pretend they donât)
Probably more, oh well.
L= Location (where they like to get it on)
Almost anywhere, he doesn't mind getting it on against a tree, in a spring, as well as at any tree house on neverland. He is a big risk taker. But if he knows 100% for sure any lost boys will see he won't risk it.
M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
-Being challenged
-His partner exposing particularly more skin
-His partner being horny and needy
-His partner looking helpless
-His partner touching him suggestively while holding eye contact (particularly on his waist, arm and thigh.)
-His partner squirming
-His partner being flustered
N= No (turn offs or absolutely wonât do)
-Degrading him by embarrassing him or name calling. (NOT including being challenged by brat play) He'll actually get MAD.
-Any mention of his past
-Being penetrated himself
-Anything to do with scat
-DDLG, DDLB, DDLC
-Being ass grabbed or spanked
-Animal play
-Feet play
-Vore
-Unfaithful partner
-Sharing his partner
O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
He is very skillful at giving, like i said, the boy has some experience. He also loves receiving. But prefers giving a bit more.
P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
Usually quite rough but never fails to make it passionate. When he wants to tease he can go painfully slow. And in the last round he might slow things down a bit too when his partner is particularly ragged or pleads to him for it.
Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
He is all for a quickie, but really prefers to take his sweet time when he can.
R= Risk (do they like to try new things)
He is a risk taker for sure, being confident about everything he decides. He also gets very excited about trying new things.
S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
Physically, he could on FOREVER. However he does have his schemes and stuff to do. But when he gets the chance you'll have to tell him to stop if you've reached your limit, because he'll can, and will, continue for hours on end if you'll have him.
T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
Usually only ropes and gags. He finds anything else useless when you have him.
U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
As already mentioned, he likes thrust very slow sometimes to see how needy and eager you get. And once you do he'll be incredibly rough. Likes to get you to beg for him.
On the other hand, he loves being visually teased. But he'll only accept being physically teased OCCASIONALLY. And when you do try to tease him during "it" he'll make short work of it, being eager for more. "Teasing are we? Very well.. Name your price." However he will definitely tease you back afterwards.
V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
He's the loudest when he receives head or you give special attention to his torso. He mostly grunts during banging, but not remarkably loud. However he does like to talk dirty, and give praise.
W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)
Likes to smear the cum on his dick over his partner's face and have them wipe it off and lick with their fingers.
X= X-ray (whatâs down below in dem pants)
He could have any size he wants with his magic, however his original size would be somewhat above average.
Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)
He gets in the mood very easily. And ideally, he'd have some every day.
Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
He doesn't need to sleep, however he does enjoy sleeping with his partner whenever he can, so after you've fallen asleep he'll give in as well.
#ouat#peter pan#peter pan ouat#peter pan x male reader#peter pan x reader#peter pan x gn reader#peter pan pov#peter pan fanfic#peterpannsfwalphabet#peterpannsfw
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One & Only - Peter Pan
Peter Pan x Fem!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1,781
Requested:Can I request a Peter Pan OUAT imagine? Reader has been the only girl on the island for a while and is very cold to her the moment she sees her. She goes ballistic in the middle of the camp when she sees Pan kiss Wendy on the beach or something. A few of the lost boys try to calm Y/N down before she hucks a drinking glass at a tree and yells, "THAT STUPID FUCKING BLONDE BITCH!!" And runs to her treehouse. Felix knows about her feelings for Pan but swore he'd never tell anyone. When Pan gets back he can hear Y/N crying in her treehouse and goes "Which one of you did it?!" Not realizing that it was him because he didn't know she was anywhere on the beach. - @anon
Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I did change some things minorly but not much. I enjoyed writing for Once Upon A Time again. Especially for Peter Pan.
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âY/nâ Felix greeted as the y/h/c-ed girl walked over to him.
âFelix.â Y/n smiled, greeting back the tall boy. Y/n nodds towards the new boys. âHow are they doing?â
âNot bad for newbies.â Felix shrugged his shoulders. Y/n and Felix were just 2 of the ones that helped train, but not always.
âMaybe weâll have to toughen the training.â Y/n scanned the group of new lost boys.
âI believe you're right.â Felix agreed as he noticed a few mistakes the boys were making that he was sure she did as well.
âHave you seen Pan?â Y/n asked, looking around and not seeing the boy in green anywhere.
Felix shakes his head with squinted eyes. âNot since earlier. Have you tried his thinking tree?â
Y/n shook her head ânoâ and let out a frustrated sigh. âYeah, he wasnât there.â
Felix nudged her before saying. âHeâll come around sooner or later.â
Felix knew Y/n has had feelings for Peter for a long time. But heâd never say anything unless they were alone, because even though some of the lost boys were pretty sure Y/n and Peter had mutual feelings for eachother it wasnât their place to say.
âYeah.â Y/n nodded looking around making sure there wasnât anything for her to do before telling Felix. âIâm gonna go down to the beach, Iâll be back later.â
Felix nodded watching her as she left knowing that the beach was her thinking place. Before turning his attention back on the boys.
So Y/n went walking her normal route down to the beach. When she got to where the trees end right before the beach Y/n stopped. She saw Peter standing there on the beach, but he wasnât alone. He was with Wendy Darling. A girl that the shadow brought but she wasnât lost, she didnât belong on Neverland.
But what really shocked her was what happened next. Peter pulled Wendy into a heated kiss. Y/n instantly reached up to cover her mouth, out of shock and to keep her gasp from being heard. Y/n had to turn around and she ran back to camp not wanting to watch it any longer. As she ran back to camp Y/n could feel tears welling up but she wouldnât let them fall. Not yet.
Once she got back to camp she picked up and threw a drinking glass that was nearby against a tree. Watching it shatter. The lost boys noticed her distress, so two of the older ones, Felix and Devin went over to Y/n. Being two that are very close to the lost girl.
âHey. hey Y/n.â Felix reached out to her laying a hand on her shoulder guiding her to the edge of camp so no one could eavesdrop. âHey, what happened?â he asked with worried eyes.
Y/n shook her head not wanting to look at them and possibly break in front of them.
âY/n please. Tell us what happened?â Devan pleaded, not liking to see her this way. Like she was gonna either murder someone or break down crying.
Y/n could barely even glance at them. So Felix tried again.
âY/n/n.â Felix called her name again and this time getâs her attention. Once Y/n finally looked at him he asked her. âWhat happened?â
âI went down to the beach, and I saw him kissing that little Darling bitch!â Y/n told them with a low angry voice. But Felix and Devan could tell she was more hurt than angry.
âHe what?â Devan asked with raised brows in shock, looking towards Felix. The two thought Peter liked Y/n.
âHe was kissing that bitch.â she repeated herself, this time though her words sink into her own mind and Y/n canât help it when a tear falls.
The boys look at her with sympathy.
âWhy donât you go get some rest.â Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side. Trying his best to provide her with comfort.Â
âYeahâ Y/n sighed defeated, before heading back to her own treehouse. The boys watched her walk off sadly.
Hours later Peter showed back up at camp after leaving Wendy back in her cage. He looked around and saw someone was missing.
âWhereâs Y/n?â Pan asked after looking around the camp and he did not see her.
âHer treehouse.â Devan spoke up after silence was all Pan was met with. Obviously no one wanted to be the one to tell him about the day's events and only two knew the reason.
Once Peter nodded and left off to go see his lost girl Felix scoffed, pissed off.
âI wouldnât have even gave him that much.â Felix grumbled pissed off at how his leader hurt his friend.
As Peter Pan got closer to Y/nâs very own treehouse he heard her crying. It made him stop in his tracks, and the longer he heard her cry the more enraged Pan got. So he headed back to the campsite.
âWhich one of you did it?â Pan growled with anger in his eyes looking at every single lost boy.
âDid what?â Devan questioned why they were suddenly getting a look that could kill.
âWho made Y/n cry?â Peter elaborated with narrowed eyes.
âIt wasnât any of us.â Felix scoffed with his back facing Peter.
âWhat?â He raised a brow at his second in command.
Felix turned to face Pan with his own set of narrowed eyes. âIt wasnât any of us that made our lost girl cry. You did.â
Pan furrowed his brow in confusion. âI did?â
Felix wanted to speak his mind but also knew now wasnât the time. âHave you forgotten that Neverland only has one lost girl?â
âOf course I havenât.â Peter gave him an observed look. How could he possibly forget that.
âWell you couldâve fooled all of us, with how much time youâve been spending with Wendy. You know the girl that doesnât belong here!â Felix stood up to give Pan a piece of his mind, not all but a piece. He was pissed that Peter had been neglecting their lost girl in favor of a girl that shouldnât even be on Neverland.
The two stood there for a few minutes as Felix watched Peter realize his mistakes and left to go console his lost girl. Felix sat down again and muttered under his breath. âIâd grovel if I were you.â Felixâs anger wasnât going away anytime soon. Even if Y/n forgave him.
Once Peter reached the treehouse he could hear that Y/nâs sobs had died down so he approached the door.
âY/n.â Peter called out after knocking. âCan I come in?â
There was a silent sound of a mumbled âyeahâ once he heard that Peter entered.
âWhy are you asking? Isnât it your island, you can do what you want?â Y/n said with a roll of her eyes from where she sat on her bed.
âItâs called respecting your privacy.â Pan says as he leaned to the side to see her face and he noted the tear stains on her cheeks.
âThat's a new one.â She scoffed. Normally he just entered when he pleased.
âPlease.â Peter said it in hopes of getting her to look at him.
âWhat do you want?â Y/n said, finally turning her head to look at Peter.
âI want to apologize.â Peter could now see clearly the tear tracks on her cheeks and her eyes were also red from crying.
âFor what?â Her voice almost sounded like a whimper to Peterâs ears.
âFor ignoring you and being to busy to give you my attention as of late. Iâm sorry for neglecting you.â Peter aplogized as he moved into the space further and sat next to her.
âThat's nice and apology expected.â Y/n gave him a small smile and a nod.
Peter smiled, letting out a relieved breath. âGood. I hated hearing you cry.â
âThatâs not why I was crying.â Y/n looked back down at her hands in her lap, when she noticed he was looking at her confused Y/n let out an awkward laugh. âDonât get me wrong it was part of it but not what set it off.â
Now he was concerned again. What hurt his lost girl? âWhat made you cry? What set it off?â
âDo you still love me?â Y/n asked meekly, honestly scared of his answer. Yes they told each other they love each other but they never put a label on what they were.
âOf course! Youâre mine. You're my lost girl, my Y/n. Why would you ask that?â How could she think he didnât love her anymore? How could she think heâd stop?
âIf you feel that way then why were you kissing Wendy?â Y/n looked at him with wide teary eyes.
âWhat?â Pan furrowed his brow, caught off guard.
âI saw you. On the beach.â She mumbled looking back down to her lap once again. Y/n felt embarrassed at catching him and telling him about it.
âLove, itâs not like that. Itâs the farest thing from love between me and Wendy.â Peter moved to kneel in front of her grabbing her hands in his tilting her chin up to look at him after a moment.
âPirates were not far off the coast, my guess trying to spy. They're always looking for a weakness. I canât have them try to hurt you.â Peter moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek before he continued to explain. âI wanted them to think I care about Wendy. If they try something Iâd rather they think sheâs the one with a place in my heart not you. Wendyâs expendable. You're not.â
âYouâve just been spending all your time with her since she got here.â She didnât want to seem needy but she went from having Peter all to herself all the time to not even seeing him every couple days, sometimes not even talking.
âI need her and her brothers to do my bidding. That's all.â Peter tellâs her, brushing her hair back and scooted closer. âIâm sorry that Iâve neglected you. I promise thatâll change from this moment forward.â
âI hope so.â Y/n gave him a sad but hopefully smile.
âHey, Peter Pan never fails.â Peter stated as he got up off the floor and sits back on her bed and lifted Y/n up and onto his lap.
âI hope it continues to stay that way.â Y/n smiled nuzzling into him extremely tired from crying and the emotional stress.
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Imagine : They donât realise that you canât swim
Peter Pan x Reader
Summary : The Lost boys go swimming at mermaid lagoon, they toss you in and you nearly drown
Warning : Near death experience, drowning
âCome on, [Name]!â
You stood on the sidelines of the lagoon, fingers nervously twisting with the hem of your shirt. It was a bad idea for you to have even joined the Lost Boys in the mermaid lagoon, because you knew theyâd want to swim deep and would drag you with them.
It was with this very thought that you resolved to back out, to announce that you were tired and youâd return to the camp.
But you were suddenly grabbed from behind.
You craned your head back to see Devin. His arms squeezed your waist as he lifted you up, your feet kicking wildly in protest. You gasped as he started to near the edge of the rocky slope, the deep water too close for comfort.
âNo! Stop!â You shouted, wiggling your shoulders back and forth for release.
Devin snickered. âItâs a bit of water! Lighten up!â
Then, he threw you into the water.
The waters surface broke as you sank towards the bottom. Your entire body was stiff and tense, and you felt awfully like a rock in that moment. You let out a scream, air bubbles leaving your mouth as no sound came out.
You blinked, eyes stinging at the murky greens and blue of the lagoons depths. You couldnât see the surface any more; you couldnât see anything at all.
Surrounded and suffocated by the water, you felt your heart hammer wildly out of beat at the thought of dying in the mermaid lagoon.
A pair of arms wrapped around your waist before you felt the water rush past your skin. Within seconds, you broke the surface and let out a panicked gasp for air. You grabbed blindly at the person who had saved you; you were far too aware of the lack of ground beneath your feet.
âCalm down, calm downââ
Who was that talking?
You were pulled from the water and pushed onto the rocky slope. The hard ground brought immediate comfort and relief, and you couldnât help but lie flat.
There was that terrible, salty taste of water on your lips, and your eyes stung horribly from the sea water. You coughed and panted for air, your lungs burning as water came rushing out your mouth.
âLook at me, [Name]â are you alright? Breathe!â
You squeezed your eyes shut, suddenly finding the afternoon sun too bright to handle. Then, when you reopened your eyes you found yourself staring into those familiar green ones. Instead of the usual mischief that youâd see, you found only worry and what appeared to be guilt.
âP-PeterâŚ?â You stammered, another coughing fit cutting you off.
Peter sighed loudly and pulled you in for a hug. His arms around you gave the strange sense of ease and comfort. âWhy didnât you say that you couldnât swim?â
âI-I didnât think it was important,â you coughed again, watching in disgust as water dripped from your face. You couldnât tell if they were tears or from the sea.
Peter glared harshly at you, his arms giving a small squeeze. âOf course it was important,â he scolded, âyou could have died.â
You lowered your head, feeling awkward and ashamed that you had troubled Peter and the Lost Boys like that. âIâm sorry, Peter. I just didnât think something like this would ever happen.â
Peter rolled his eyes. âThe Lost Boys will think twice about doing something like that again,â he muttered.
As Peter held you close to his chest, you couldnât help but wonder why he had been the one to pull you from the water. Usually, he was so cold and cruel with the Lost Boys, never stepping in to save them if they needed rescuing. His excuse was that âall Lost Boys should take care of themselves, if they canât then theyâre weak.â It was only fair to assume that the rule applied to you.
But with one subtle glance around the lagoon, you could see that the Lost Boys were just as stunned as you.
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Always Running Away
Peter Pan x Reader
Warning: Adult Language, Mention of Readerâs Motherâs Death, Reader being Abused by Her Father, Mention of Mental and Physical Abuse, Mention of Alcoholism, Anxiety, Angst (Fluff at the End), and Possible Grammar Errors. (Let Me Know if I Forgot Any!!)
Summary: Y/N is the first and only lost girl on Neverland. All the boys think Y/N is only allowed to stay because of the abuse she gets from her father but there is another reason why Peter lets her stay on the island and that reason is why he always runs away from her.
Word Count: 1,501
Authorâs Note: FINALLY I HAVE RELEASED A STORY! My first Peter Pan story is finally here, so sorry for the wait! I just recently started getting back into OUAT so thatâs why I wanted to write for Peter Pan and Iâm getting so many ideas for him so I hope you all enjoy!
Y/N is the first and only lost girl on Neverland. How she got to Neverland she doesnât know since she just woke up on the island but why she was taken there she does know.
Y/N is a sixteen year old girl but she didnât have your typical teenage girl life. Her mother died when she was just eight years old. Her mother died by drowning after saving her from drowning.
She took her motherâs death hard but no one took it harder than her father. He started to drink heavily which made him emotional and physically abuse Y/N. He would yell at her by telling her that itâs her fault that he mother is dead and that sheâs nothing but a fucking mistake. Heâs even told her that it shouldâve been her that died instead of her mother.
There would be some nights that her father would get to mad at her that he would slap her so hard it would knock her down onto the floor or knock her into the wall or another piece of furniture breaking it. Then that would make him even more angry and say that it was her fault she broke something. No matter what Y/N did, it wasnât good enough for her father.
When Y/N woke up on Neverland she was immediately found by a boy named Felix. Of course, Felix knew that Y/N was brought by the shadow. Before Felix could take her to Peter he had already showed up. Peter immediately noticed the bruises on Y/Nâs arms and a big bruise on her cheek. After introducing each other Y/N told them everything that she knew. Peter asked about her bruises and she told him. Peter knew that he couldnât just send her back to her abusive father. Sheâs been through enough and if he sends her back who knows if what would happen. He could end up killing her.
Peter let her stay and let her become the first lost girl. Everyone and Y/N thought that her background was the only reason why Peter let her stay on the island but Peter had another reason.
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Y/N had just came back to camp after her daily morning walk she goes on. She saw Peter and Felix talking so she decided to walk over to them. âHey guys!â Y/N said to the boys with a kind smile. âHey Y/N.â Felix said back. âI got to go.â Peter said and walked away from them.
âOkay, why the fuck does he keep doing that!â Y/N said quickly becoming frustrated. Y/N has a good and close relationship with all the boys including Peter but recently every time she approaches him, he walks away from her. âI donât know.â Felix shrugged. He does know why Peter keeps avoiding her but he knows heâs not the one to tell her.
âDid I do something wrong?â Y/N asked him with sadness in her eyes. âListen Y/N, this is between you and Pan.â Felix told her. âYouâre going to have to go talk to him.â Felix added which earned him a nod from her since she knew he was right.
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As the day went on Y/N thought about what she was going to say to Peter. She always gets nervous when she goes to talk to Peter by herself. Y/N knows that sheâs starting to develop feelings for Peter which does scare her. She knows how private Peter is. She knows how he closes off certain feelings. Maybe thatâs why Peter keeps running away from her. Maybe he knows that sheâs growing feelings for him.
Once Y/N knew what she was going to say to Peter she made her way to Peterâs cabin. When she got to Peterâs cabin door she could feel her nerves start to pace and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She really wanted to just run away but she knew she couldnât so she took a deep and calming breath. Once she felt a little calmer she knocked on the door and waited. She was hoping he was in there.
When the door swung open there stood a surprised Peter. He doesnât ever expect anyone to come to his cabin. âY/N? What are you doing here?â Peter asked her. âI need to talk to you.â Y/N told him. âIâm busy.â Peter told her. He went to close the door but Y/N quickly stopped it with her hand. âPlease Pan! Itâs important.â Y/N told him in pleading tone. Peter let out a heavy sigh. He walked out of his cabin and shut the door.
âWhat do you need to talk to me about?â Peter asked her. âDo you hate me?â Y/N asked him which took him by surprise. She figured she would just get straight to the point. âDo I hate you? What kind of question is that?â Peter asked her with confusion in his voice. âJust please answer the question.â Y/N told him with a heavy sigh. Sheâs been having that question floating around her mind for what feels like forever. âNo, of course I donât hate you.â Peter answered her while shaking his head.
âThen why do you avoid me or walk away every time I approach you?â Y/N asked him with frustration in her voice. âItâs like you keep running away from me.â She added. âItâs complicated.â Peter told her looking away from her. âWhat? What do you mean by itâs complicated?â Y/N asked looking at him with confusion in her eyes. Peter just stayed silent since he didnât know what to say.
âDo you want me to leave?â Y/N asked him which made him quickly look back at her. âOf course not!â Peter told her in a reassuring tone. âThen what is it? Did I do something wrong to make you run away from me?â Y/N said as her eyes started to fill with tears. Peter let out a sigh. Seeing the tears form in her eyes made him realize that he canât keep in his secret anymore.
âIâm falling in love with you.â Peter confessed which took Y/N by surprise. âYou have feelings for me?â Y/N asked in complete shock. Peter just gave her a nod. âI have feelings for you, too.â Y/N confessed to him. âYou shouldnât.â Peter told her. âWhat do you mean?â Y/N asked him. âBecause Iâm a fucking mess, Y/N.â Peter told her with a mixture of anger and frustration in his voice.
âI donât know how to love. I just know how to cause pain to people. I hurt every person that gets close to me.â Peter told her which made her heart ache. âI can show you how to love.â Y/N told him. She went to put her hand onto his cheek but he took a step back from her.
âNo.â Peter started. âYou canât. No one can.â Peter told her. He turned away from her and walked away leaving her all by herself.
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As days went by Y/N was now the one running away from Peter. Peter feels awful for what he said and every time he goes to apologize she walks away from him.
The lost boys were hanging out together around the camp fire. Peter was sitting by the campfire on a log. He looked over at Y/N who was sitting on a log all by herself away from everyone. Peter stood up and walked over to her.
âY/N, can I talk to you?â Peter asked her. âNo.â Y/N answered without looking at him. She just stared down at the ground. âPlease Y/N, itâs really important.â Peter said to her in pleading tone. When Y/N looked up at him she saw the pleading look in his green eyes. Y/N let out a heavy sigh in defeat. âFine.â Y/N told him standing up from her seat on the log.
Y/N followed Peter in the woods so they were alone. âI want to take you up on your offer.â Peter told her which made Y/Nâs heart skip a beat. âYou do?â Y/N asked him in a soft tone. âMy whole goal was to not hurt you but I obviously fucked that up by ignoring you.â Peter told her. Peter took both of her hands into his and gave them a light squeeze. âI want to be with you. I want you to teach me how to love.â Peter told her as his green eyes stared into her Y/E/C eyes. âAre you sure?â Y/N asked him. She doesnât want to pressure him into doing something heâs not comfortable with. âDoes this answer your question?â Peter started.
Before Y/N could say anything Peter connected his lips with hers. Y/N immediately melted into the kiss. Sheâs dreamed of this moment for so long that she couldnât believe that it was actually happening. When they released from the kiss they had to catch their breaths.
âPan-â Y/N started to say but he cut her off. âPlease, call me Peter.â Peter told her and reconnected his lips with hers.
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QUEEN'S GUARD
Peter meets Y/n for the first time when the queens guard comes looking for Snowhite.
PETER PAN (OUAT) X Y/N
Peter stood at the edge of the cliff his and the quards attention caught by the girl when she stumbled up the mountain, a sword straped around her hip over her white dress.
"Mermaids" she mumbled under her breath, both guards kneeling before her " the queen" she continued her mumbled as an amused smirk played on peters lips "hate them both, both are annoying" she cursed her eyes meeting Peters.
He skaned over her dripping features, her brown hair stuck to her fave as her amber eyes looked up at him as she stood up straight.
"Miss" he said " i believe you are looking for someone" he stated.
The guards armor made a sound as they got up making Y/n look back.
"No im not, i just went for a swim with mermaid just for fun" she spoke, sarcams dripping from her voice as she looked up into his green eyes as a dark chuckle excaped over his lips.
"What do i get if i tell you where she is"
"You keep your head" she said as she pulled her sword, the sharp tip under his chin as he raised his hands up in defense.
"Well, she has never been out on this isalnd" he said.
Her sword left his chin as she placed it back in the holder before walking down the mountain before she yelled out "lets go"
Peter looked at her, her walk and looks were not the kind that screamed that she was a soldier yet her daring nature said that she wasnt a guard just for her loyalty and streinght.
It wasn't the last time she was there, sent around by the queen and soon around was a traveling lost girl.
One day Peter was looking over the island from the cliff when he heard a scream, someone falling from the sky into the mermaid lake, his mind going to the girl as he smirked.
Y/n prepered herself for the inpact of the water only to land in someones hands.
They made it to the ground and she looked up at who had saved her to meet the same green eyes she has been met with so many times.
Peter looked at the girl, no sword at her hip, she wore long black skirt and a no hand corset top, her usual cargo boots on.
"This has to be the first time i dont see you drenched" he joked waving a hand for her to follow him.
"Dont mention it" she laughed out a bit " those mermaids are like rapid animals" this caused the boy to laugh before she almost ran into his chest when he suddenly stopped, turning towards her small frame.
"Why are you here?" He asked her, she rolled her eyes.
"Am i that unwanted here" her usual joke when he aksed her the same question as she sat on some fallen down tree looking at him.
"Y/n" his voice was low and steady as he looked at her " we always want you here, but no sword at your hip" he said.
She just looked down her arma dancing with eachother as she was nervouse before Peter placed his hand over hers, kneelinb before her his eyes looking for her.
"Y/n"
"The Queen gave my squad an order to kill the lost boys" she spoke, his gaze became an angry one but softened at her nexy words "they refused her and payed for it"
"How?"
"They were killed, Peter okey. They are dead"she said harshly.
He nodded simply.
"Then she ordered me to kill" she stoped at the last word, seemingly not able to get it over her lips.
"She ordered you to kill the lost boys"
She shook her head, looking down.
"She ordered me to kill" she paused looking i too his eyes " you" her last word left her mouth as a whisper.
Peter pulled back a little, yet not letting go of jer hand, his eyes looked for anything in hers to tell what she told the queen "Is that why you are here, to-"
"I refused, i couldn't" she spoke "I'm here, because she tried to kill me, i ran away" she mumbled under her breath, a small gasp left her lips when Peters arms wraped around her.
Over the same day, new rules were made, a place for her was shown.
Peter knocked and the wooden door of his own hut where she would stay till hers is prepered while he would stay at the tree house.
Her voice welcomed him in.
He entered the room looking at her as she sat on his bed "Are you okey?"
She simply nodded at him, she got up from the bed as her eyes fell to the small box in his hands.
"I, everytime someone joins us, i give them a little something" he said handing her the box.
She opened it revieling a beautuful fabric string necklace as a green crystal hung on it, she admired it, lifting it out of the box.
"Can you help me put it on" Peter nodded and she turned around as she handed him the necklace lifting up her hair as he gently moved his hands as he tied the necklace.
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I Told You To Stay
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader
Prompt: Peter told you to stay.
A/N: Ayoooo lol I'm alive. Anywho Y'ALL I GRADUATED COLLEGE and the first thing I accomplished after was writing this fanfic. How have y'all been? Now I have some free time and a desk job so I have time to write more. I literally got the idea for this scenario from a dream I had. So... This one gets a little heated but nothing explicit.
I Told You To Stay Part 2
"Where do you think you're going?" Peter teases you as he grabs your arm to spin you around.
You were the second Lost Girl to have ever made it to the island. The first will always be Wendy. Wendy continues to be the mother figure around the island while you were free to run off hunting and exploring with the Lost Boys. You could never shake the feeling that either Wendy hated you or envied you. She would be stuck cooking and caring for the boy while you were almost like a sister. You two never got along too well, the feeling of competition was always there.
The second that you came to the island and met everyone, it was no surprise that Peter was the one that caught your eye.Â
However, you were always hesitant to let any hope blossom in you since you thought that Peter and Wendy were together. And if they werenât, she would have first dibs on him anyway. But that fact never stopped your crush and admiration of him from growing. Day in and day out, you were running through the forests with him and protecting the Lost Boys together.Â
Tonight was a quiet and warm night and everyone had had their dinners and was heading to bed. Wendy had made dinner and stayed back at the camp to clean up. You were heading towards your cabin before Peter grabbed your arm.
âYou arenât going to bed already, are you?â Peter asked with his usual smirk.
âWhy, huh? You got something in mind worth my while?â
âOnly one way to find out, I suppose.â He hides his smile from you as he leads you into the forest. That leads to where you are now. Running through the trees and climbing up the cliff as Peter is bounding off in front of you.
Coming to a stop behind Peter, you drop your hands to your knees and your head drops to start gasping for air. âAre we there yet? I feel like my lungs are going to explode!â
All of a sudden youâre squealing in delight because Peter ran over to you and scooped you into the air, carrying you bridal style. He takes off flying and your arms shoot out and wrapped around his neck.Â
âWhat are you doing?!âÂ
âTaking you up to see the stars!â He yelled over the whistling wind as you continued laughing until tears formed in your eyes.Â
Daring to peek over his shoulders, you gasp at the beautiful aerial view of the island before he dives and does a giant loop in the air. Hugging him close, you shove your face into his neck and breathe in his scent. Though the night was cool, you felt warm against him. Wanting this moment to last forever but you know it canât, you decide that you will hold this memory so you can always relive this happiness that you feel.Â
Feeling dizzy either from the adrenaline or from him, you rest your head against him and press a soft kiss on his neck.Â
Suddenly, Peter tosses you lightly into the air and you are airborne before he catches you but now your position has changed. Now you are sitting, straddling his hips, as his hands come to your behind to carry your weight. Your arms wrap around his neck again but now you are face-to-face with him.Â
As a blush covers your face, you whisper, âWell hi there.âÂ
He gives you a small smile as he looks at your thorough hooded eyes, âMuch better donât you think? Now I can see you.âÂ
You sit there, chest to chest with breaths mingling, completely suspended in the air over a cliff. âWhat are we doing, Y/N?â His whisper caresses your skin and he leans in just a little bit closer.
âWhat do you mean?â You canât help but do the same, almost like a string pulling you to him.
âYou know exactly what I mean. Have you casted a spell on me? Making me dream of you every night and thinking of you every minute the sun is up? Have you made yourself my personal magnet to me so I can never not be near you? Are you bewitching me?â He continues to whisper as one of his hands drags up your body and grips the back of your neck, pulling you in closer until your noses are barely touching.Â
Your breaths are coming out shaking but your fingers find their way to his hand and you tighten your hold, desperately keeping him close.Â
âWhat if itâs you that is playing with my head?â
Your lips are brushing against each other but not quite touching. Your brain fogs with desire but itâs all pulled away from you as Peter abruptly pulls away and starts flying back to land.
âWha-â Youâre dizzy from the sudden change but you arenât able to be stable on your feet before Peter is hurriedly pulling you through the trees. Silently giggling and running through the forest, your heart is beating out of your chest.Â
Coming to a clearing, you see a small and simple log cabin sitting by itself. There are a few steps leading up to a porch that surrounds the little cabin.Â
âWhere are we, Peter?â
âThis is my place.â He finally slows down to a stop.
He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you as he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. The movement pulls a giggle out of your throat but you donât take your eyes off the cute cottage.
âI thought you had a tent back at the campsite with everyone else, hm? Are you keeping secrets from us now?â You tease.
âI always have secrets, donât you know. But this is my own quiet place. I come here when I need to think. Or when Iâm scheming.â He tickles your sides and gives your neck a quick kiss before he straightens. âCome on, letâs go inside.â He takes your hand and walks you into the cabin.Â
The inside of the cabin matches its look on the outside. Comfortable. Simple. Nothing extravagant. The main room is open. One side seems to act as a dining room with a large table with a few chairs beside it. The other side of the room has a matching large table but this table is covered in maps, scrolls, trinkets, and many other items you did not recognize. You see a door towards the back of the cabin which you could tell leads to a bedroom. Â
âHere, let me get you some water before you pass out on me.âÂ
But before Peter could take a step or before you could even respond, a voice calls out from the back room.
âPeter darling? Did you just get home?â
The blood drains from your face and your eyes grow to saucers as you see Wendy walk out of the back room. Your ears started ringing and it feels as though everything is happening so fast yet so slowly.Â
Peter marches over to Wendy and angrily argues with her though you couldnât hear anything over the muffling in your ears. âWhat are you doing here? Who said you could be here?â
âWhat are you talking about, baby? Donât be like that.âÂ
Wendy tries to run her hands up Peterâs front side but her hands do not get far before he grabs her hands and throws them off of him.Â
Your eyes shoot back and forth between Peter and Wendy and you could hear yourself mumbling, âIâm sorry. I didnât know. I didnât-â You hadnât realized that you were backing up until you felt the front door hit your back.Â
Before you knew it, Peter was in front of you. All you could do was stare up at him with your heart ready to leap out of your chest. You were confused and hurt and scared and you wanted to be mad. But looking up at him. With his face soft and full of worry. All you could do was trust. Trust in what, you werenât sure. But a wave of calmness fell over you as you looked at him and his hands came up to softly grip your shoulders.Â
Peter was gently moving you through the cabin and you could hear Wendy protesting but you couldnât clear your head enough to hear what she was saying. Peter leads you to the back room which is his bedroom. He sits you on his bed and whispers to you, âStay here.âÂ
âPeter, I can go. I shouldâve known you two were together. I shouldnât be here, I can go.â But before you could make a move for the door, Peter grips your face gently but firmly, âI said âstay hereâ. I will figure this out. Iâm not with her. She isnât welcome here. You. Stay. Here.âÂ
Peter slammed the door behind him as he left and all you could do was sit on the bed as you were told. Looking around the room, there wasnât much there to keep you entertained. There was a nightstand by the bed with a few nicknacks on it. A desk with papers covered in writing you couldnât read. No pictures. No posters. Nothing. Twiddling your thumbs, you tried to not overthink. You sat as patiently as you could but as the minutes ticked by and their angry whispering didn't stop, your anxiety started to kick up.
What if he is lying? Why would she just randomly be here? Sheâs comfortable enough coming in and out of his place like that. He could just be telling me what I want to hear. Of course, theyâre together. Even a blind person could see that they were together. When did I become so dumb?! I need to get out of here.Â
Your breathing starts to become more rapid as your mind starts spiraling. Looking around the room, there was only one door, and that led back to the main room where Peter and Wendy are. The only other thing in the room was a window that sat above the desk. That was your ticket out. You thank the stars that you werenât on an upstairs floor or anything or else this escape plan was going to be harder than you thought.
Swinging the window wide enough for your body to fit through, you quietly climbed up onto the table, careful not to disturb anything, and started to push out. You managed to make your way out but you accidentally made a loud thump as your body hit the back deck. Before you could stop and think about what to do, you jumped to your feet and took off running into the forest.Â
You ran until your lungs burned and ran some more. All around you were trees, trees, and more trees. Everything looked the same yet you didnât recognize where you were. âShit I should have been paying attention on the way here. Where the fuck am I?â
Coming to a stop, you drop your hands to your knees to try and catch your breath. After a few deep breaths, you stand up tall and prepare to take off again, at a more reasonable pace this time that youâre far enough away.
But before you could head off, something flies into you and you go slamming back into a tree. A warm, hard body pushes up against you and holds you flush against the tree with no room to escape. Itâs still too dark in the night and the trees are blocking the moonlight so you canât see what has you pinned. You start wiggling around and try to use your hands to push yourself free but a hand wraps around your wrists and pins them above your head. Something comes close to your ear and you could feel the anger radiating from this figure.
âI thought I told you to stay.â
I Told You To Stay Pt. 2
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