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Peter Pan Never Fails Part 2 (Peter Pan Imagine)

Hi readers! Some of you asked me for the second part of Peter Pan Never Fails Imagine. Here it is! Keep sending me ideas or which characters you wanna read more about. Love you X

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(Y/N’s POV)

Like every night, the lost boys were dancing around the bonfire, laughing and celebrating that the “traitors” were captured. But there was a tiny problem. I didn’t support the plan. Or maybe I deserved this because I didn’t tell Pan. The thing that most hurted me was that Peter was thinking I wasn’t his friend and that I wanted him death. Indeed, I didn’t know I cared that much about him. He was a good friend of mine and I didn’t want anything bad happening to him. I couldn’t imagine a day without hearing his flute, or hunting with him, or our little talks in the middle of the nights. He was the one who made me laugh the most. Dave was too busy trying to impress the others that he didn´t care about me. But Peter, he was different.  

We were all tied up next to a big tree a little far from the bonfire and all I could look at was Peter. Actually, I had never seen that expression on his face. He seemed hurt and broken. Suddenly, his eyes laid on me. We looked at each other for a moment and it was like the whole world had stopped. I shook my head and some tears left my eyes. How could I be so stupid? I was about to call him when I was stopped by a voice. 

‘Please, don’t tell me you care about him’ Dave told me and I looked away, trying to hide my emotions. ‘I understand now. You were his little bitch. That’s why you disappeared every night, don’t you?’ I faced him and even tough I was tied up against a tree in front of him, I was close enough to kick him with my foot, blood falling from his nose.

‘I didn’t end up with you, asshole. You used me and I promise as soon as I get free I will-’ 

‘That’s why I always liked you’ one of the newest lost boys interrumpted me ‘You look like a fragile doll but inside you there’s fire’ While he was talking, two others boys untied me and got me up. 

‘What are you doing?’ I asked but the only response I got was a dirty smirk from that boy. They threw me into a group of boys and they all began to touch me, trying to break my t-shirt. I tried not to scream but I did started punching every face that came closer. After a few tries, I punched someone’s face and everybody kept quiet. 

‘I’m done playing silly games’ that boy, grabbed my arm and dragged me through the forest.

My arms were trying to catch something to stop me from being dragged but they failed.  When he stopped, I got up and looked around. I was between the Mermaids lagoon and him.

‘For Pan’ he said before pushed me.

Suddenly, I was in the middle of the lagoon and I prayed the Mermaids were far from me, but oh I was wrong. One of them grabbed my ankle and tried to drawn me. I thought that was the end and the only image that comes to my mind was Peter. An firm arm grabbed mine dragging me out of the lagoon and threw me into the floor.

‘Peter’ I said to the boy who saved me. His eyes scanning my body looking for some wound but they ended up laying on my eyes. ‘Why did you save me?’

‘Because I wanted to’ he said, trying to act like the dark Pan he wanted us to think of him. But deep down, I knew Pan wouldn’t have saved anyone without a purpose. The only thing that came into my mind was the idea of him knowing I didn’t want him death like the others.

‘How did you know?’

He put my hair behind my ear and smiled back at me. ‘I simply knew. It was there but I was so angry to know it before’ I smiled but he continued ‘Besides, you broke your boyfriend’s nose being tied up, I bet you would have kicked his ass if you weren’t in that tree. I wish some of the lost boys were as badass as you’

We both laugh.

‘Ex-boyfriend’ I said.

‘I like the sound of that’

[superteenwolftrash]

I don’t wanna be your girl/Peter Pan Smut

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Part 2

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"Hey Y/N?" Felix said as I was about to walk into Peter and I's tree house. "Hey Felix." I said with a smile until I heard a noise coming from the tree house. "Felix?" I said confused "There's a new girl, Wendy." Felix said scratching the back of his neck. "New girl?" I said and I heard the sounds again. I grabbed the handle and before Felix could stop me I shoved the door open. I froze my heart literally stopped beating, I couldn't move. I heard faint shouting, it sounded like I was in water. Until I came back to reality. "Y/N it's not what it looks like it really isn't!" Peter said standing in front of me. Wendy I'm assuming was laying in my bed holding a sheet over herself. This was something I never had to worry about before, I was the only lost girl. *Flashback* "Peter stop!" I said laughing as Peter kissed my neck while tickling my sides. "I-I can't breathe!" I say laughing, "I love you." I heard him mumble. I stopped laughing, and I looked down at him. "What did you say?" I asked him. "I love you, Y/N." He said and I couldn't help but smile. "I love you." I said kissing him gently, I felt him smile into the kiss. I rolled us over so I was on top straddling his lap. He sat up and slid his hands down to my ass cupping it roughly. My fingers tangled into his hair tugging gently. He pulled away from the kiss and just looked at me, "What?" I asked him with a laugh "Nothing, you're just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He said before pressing his lips against mine. He flipped us over and he started grinding himself against me, I let out a moan against his lips. "Peter!" I gasped as I felt his boner press against my already wet core. "I want you." He said kissing my neck gently. "You have me." I say looking up at him as he pulls his shirt off revealing his toned body. I couldn't help but stare, "Like what you see?" He says with a cocky smirk. "Nope." I say popping the P. "Mm sure." He says with a chuckle before I pulled my shirt over my head along with my sports bra. His lips immediately attached themselves to my chest. As he did that I managed to get both of our pants down. No the only thing keeping our skin from touching was my panties and his boxers. Peter kissed down to my stomach stoping right above where I needed him, "Peter please." I begged quietly. His fingers hooked in the waist band and pulled them down painfully slow. Once they hit the ground his lips were on my clit, sucking harshly. My fingers retreated to his soft hair, tugging gently. I bucked my hips against his lips, he thrusted two fingers into my pussy. Making me screaming out in pleasure as I already felt the knot in my stomach building up. "F-faster!" I cried and he sped up his fingers along with his tongue. Before I knew it I was coming undone all over his lips. He pulled away and sucked his fingers clean. I sat up and roughly pressed my lips against his, moaning as I taste myself on him. I pushed him on his back and I palmed him through his boxers lightly, "Darling, No games." He says with a throaty groan. "But Peter you love games." I say innocently. He rolled his eyes and I decided to stop playing, I pulled his boxers down and threw them to the floor. His cock sprung up, pre cum already dripping from the tip. I didn't waste any time before bringing my plump lips to the tip, kitten licking. "Oh God." I heard Peter said under his breath. I finally took him all the way into my mouth, what I could take I pumped with my hand. I felt him buck his hips making me gag a little. "Fuck!" He moaned his head falling deeper into the pillows. "S-stop. I wanna be inside you when I cum." He said and I pulled my lips away. He immediately pushed me against the bed, he got between my legs. Pressing a soft kiss against my lips. "You ready?" He asked sweetly and I nodded. He pushed the tip in, trying to tease me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me, pushing himself all the way in. "Yes!" I cried out, taking my nails down his muscular back. Peter was already close, so when I moaned his name he came undone. He didn't stop though he kept thrusting until I felt a familiar knot in my stomach building up again. He reached between us rubbing my clit as he thrusted in painfully slow. But him rubbing my clit brought my over the edge. I finished screaming his name, he pulled out and he laid next to me. He pulled the soft blankets over us. "You're my one and only lost girl." He said kissing my shoulder gently. *End of Flashback* "Y/N Y/N?" I heard Peter yell and I finally came back to reality. I stumbled backwards slightly out of the treehouse. I ran down the steps and straight into the woods, I didn't hesitate when I heard Peter calling me. I just kept running, it felt as though I ran so far away. When really all I did was run into the forest. It was easy to get lost if you didn't know your way around, luckily I've been here so long I know the island as well as Peter. I ran deep into the dark green forest, I didn't want to see Peter every again. I knew the inevitable since he owns the island and I couldn't leave. I don't know if I really would wanna leave, any family I had would have died long ago. I didn't have anyone that I could start over with. "Y/N." I heard followed by a puff of breath. I turned around to face him, I couldn't hide forever. I hadn't realized the tears falling from my eyes until he wiped one away. "Y/N please listen." He said softly. I stood there frozen, Peter was my first love. He knows me better than anyone, "Why would you want to hurt me?" I asked quietly. "I never wanted to hurt you." He said his face softening. "You said I was the one and only lost girl." I said my voice breaking. "Y/N I-" he started again "I don't wanna be your lost girl anymore." I stated. The words that came out of my mouth felt like a slap to Peters face. "What?" He said in disbelief "I do love you." He said taking my hand. "You don't." I said and a tear fell from his face. "Do you not love me anymore?" He asked. "Of course I do, Peter." I said looking at the ground. "You and I have been together for so long, I didn't think you would do something like this." I said. "Y/N I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything to me, Wendy she's- she's a pawn." He said. "Am I not enough? Is it not enough to have a long happy life with me?" I asked more tears falling from my eyes. "That's all I ever wanted." He said quietly. "Y/N I promise you'll never have to see Wendy ever again, she'll stay in the cages." He went on. "Why? You made the mistake why should she have to pay the price?" I asked. "You want to leave?" He asked. "I don't." I said and he looked up at me. "I don't have anyone anymore. They're all dead. I had you, that was enough for me." I said with a sigh. "Tell me please, what could I do?" He pleaded. "What's done is done. There's no fixing it Peter." I said wiping my tears away and walking further into the forest.

[ravensinsanity]

Peter Pan Imagine - Worried About You

- Fandom: Once Upon A Time

- Warnings: blood, injuries

- Length: long

~ gifs not mine ~

Yeah I know this sucks but whatever, it’s something to post haha

“Pan!”

Felix’s voice made Peter Pan look up from where he’d been sharpening his knife with a rock. He abruptly stood and hurried up to his second-in-command, his face creasing in concern. “I know that look, what happened?” he demanded.

“It’s the Indians,” Felix explained. “Apparently Tiger Lily has gone missing and they’re blaming us. Tinkerbell told me, said she didn’t have time to come here to let you know herself.”

“Typical Indians,” Pan scoffed. “Blaming us for everything. Soon enough they’ll learn we don’t have her. We may have to prove our innocence though. Make sure all the Lost Boys are prepared for an ambush at anytime. I know they won’t find our camp but they will target the hunting parties.”

Felix nodded, taking his club off it’s seemingly-permanent resting place on his shoulder. “Yes, Pan,” he agreed. “We’ll bring extra weapons.”

“Lost Boys, gather ’round!” Pan yelled.

At once the other boys stopped what they were doing and gathered around him and Felix, looking at their leader expectantly.

“Felix has told me some exciting news,” Pan announced (gif). “Tiger Lily has gone missing and it’s no surprise the Indians are blaming us. I’ll send some boys out to collect more dreamshade—you can expect to be fighting here very soon.”

The boys murmured to each other excitedly, their eyes gleaming with hunger for a fight. This made Pan smile. He would lead the next hunting party purposely towards the Indian border. If his boys wanted a fight, they would get one. And the Lost Boys would win. They’ll have me, anyways, he thought. He’d taught his Lost Boys that fighting was fun and they always looked forward to it.

As everyone began to disperse, Devin hurried up to him. “Uh, Pan, there’s a hunting party near the Indian border right now, unaware of the threat.” he said.

“They have their arrows and spears and knives, they should be good,” Pan shrugged. “The only problem is the Indians have the element of surprise, but my boys are skilled fighters.”

Pan saw the unease on Devin’s face as plain as day. “Don’t worry,” he slapped him on the back. “It’s not like we haven’t had surprise attacks before. They can hold up their own, and that’s even if the Indians attack today. No guarantee.”

“Okay,” Devin agreed, reassured. Pan watched him walk away, then sat down on a log to finish sharpening his knife. His gaze travelled around the camp, soughting out (y/n). He didn’t see her.

“Felix!” he called, standing up. “Where’s (y/n)?”

“I sent out a hunting party earlier with her in it,” Felix replied.

Pan stared at Felix in dread, surprised at the worry he suddenly felt (gif). “That’s not good…”

“What?” Felix asked. “Are you worried about the Indians attacking them? Like you told Devin, they’ll be fine.”

“But (y/n) has never fought the Redskins before,” Pan snapped. “And she’s not prepared for a surprise attack.”

“(Y/n) is one of the best fighters we have,” Felix pointed out. “And like you said, Pan, there’s no guarantee those flea-ridden Indians will attack anytime soon.”

Pan’s brows furrowed in worry. “But (y/n)....”

“Is fine.” Felix finished. He grinned. “Who would’ve ever have guessed that Peter Pan would ever be the one to worry, of all people?”

“Shut up,” Pan growled, not in the mood for the teasing.

“Sorry, Pan,” Felix backed off with both hands up.

Later that evening

Pan was crouched and tossing sticks into the fire when he heard shouting in the distance. He shot up, yanking his knife from its sheathe, curious as to what all the commotion was about. The other boys turned their heads, alarmed.

He recognized the voices though, and a moment later saw four of his Lost Boys emerge from the undergrowth bloodied and bruised.

“Get Pan!” they yelled. “We were attacked!”

Everyone rushed towards them and Pan pushed his way through the crowd, knowing before it was even said that this was the Indians’ doing. What he saw as the returning boys spread out made his heart drop. William was at the back of the group, carrying (y/n) bridal style. Her head lolled over his arms and her body jolted with every step he took. Pan halted (gif), speechless for a moment and unsure of the flood of emotions that overtook him as he saw his only Lost Girl seemingly-lifeless in this boy’s arms.

“She’s alive,” William answered before anyone had the chance to ask if she was dead. “But just barely.”

“Let me see her!” Pan’s heart filled in anguish as he took (y/n) from William’s hold, his strong arms wrapping around her limp body. “What happened to her?” he demanded, looking down at her with a pained expression. Her eyes were closed as if she were sleeping, her arms hanging, her (y/h/l) hair tangled and falling over his arms. Blood and dirt smudged her face around her lips and her forehead, a sure sign of a struggle.

“She passed out from blood loss on the way back,” Joseph said. “It was the Indians. They’re the ones who ambushed us.”

“I’m going to take their lives,” Pan snarled (gif).

“We’ll help you,” Felix agreed. “No one does this to one of us and gets away with it!”

One of the boys opened (y/n)’s tent and Pan ducked inside. He gently laid her on the blankets, propping her head on a pillow. She had bruises all over her body and a few cuts on her arms. Most noticeable of all, her shirt was blood-soaked on one side. He lifted it, seeing a once green scarf now red and tied around her abdomen. He pulled it off, horrified at the giant gash it’d been covering.

“I need bandages!” he shouted, pressing his hands onto the wound. Sickly warm blood gushed around his fingers, turning his skin red.

The boys rushed about, bringing in the few medical supplies they had, as well as some candles to give light in the tent. They talked up a storm outside, asking about the attack, asking about (y/n), and Pan even heard one say they’d never seen him so worried over anyone before, injured or not. He clenched his jaw at that comment, then decided to ignore it and focus all his attention on the unconscious girl beneath him. Despite his pressure on the wound the blood was coating his hands.

Felix handed him a towel and Pan took it, using that in place of his hands. “I need warm water! Now! And...” his mind raced for the name of the herb he needed. He was so distressed about (y/n) that it was hard to think clearly. Then he remembered with a start. “...Yarrow!”

“Heat up water over the fire!” Felix ordered. “Bring fresh yarrow!”

Pan leaned against (y/n)’s side with all his weight, sweat beading on his forehead. He checked her pulse with two fingers soaked in her fast-drying blood. It was weak. Something sparked in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time: Grief.

He kept pressure on the wound, watching (y/n)’s face closely. She was out cold. Pan closed his eyes, pushing back the grief rising in his throat. He was surprised at himself that he felt like this for her, and he subtly told himself could not let it show. He just couldn’t.

“Here’s the water,” Devin set the bowl down next to him.

Pan dipped in his finger. It was warm enough; not too hot, not too cold. He removed the reddened towel and slowly poured the water on the gash to clean it out. (Y/n)’s hand twitched as he did this but that was all. Pan placed the towel back on her wound, relieved that the bleeding had now slowed down.

“I hope this is enough yarrow,” Kane said as he entered the tent, handing a large bundle of the herb to Felix.

“It’s plenty,” Pan assured. He had Felix pressurize the wound as he rinsed off the yarrow in another bowl of water that had been brought in, then he placed the leaves on the gash. It would help stop the bleeding—something he had learned from (y/n).

“Come on, (y/n),” Pan urged. “Wake up!” He felt her pulse again. It was the same. “Come on,” he murmured anxiously.

She moaned. Though her eyes stayed shut, her face twisted in pain. “(Y/n), I’m here,” Pan gripped her hand tightly with his. He no longer cared who saw it. “I need you awake. I don’t know what to do.” His voice cracked. What he really meant was ‘I don’t know what I’d do if I lose you’. “Please, (y/n), stay strong.”

No response, not even a facial expression. Whatever little trace of consciousness (y/n) just had, she’d lost it.

Pan would make the Indians regret they’d ever been born. A flame of rage ignited inside him, growing bigger with each passing second. And if this wound caused (y/n) her life, God help them all, because all hell would break loose.

Much later that night, Pan was still sitting by (y/n)’s side, watching her in the flickering, soft orange light of the candles. Her chest rose and fell steadily as she breathed, a good sign that her strength was returning. He’d mixed fresh plantain leaves with the yarrow; plantain has a reputation for healing the skin more rapidly than muscle and fatty tissues. It would help the flesh to pull together and heal quickly. Something else she’d taught him. Now her abdomen was wrapped tightly with bandages.

It was just him in the tent with her. Everyone else was asleep, except for two boys he’d put on night-watch. Alone in the silence, he was thinking up so many ways he’d get his revenge on those hell-born Indians. He’d already planned to leave at first light with a patrol of his battle-hungry Lost Boys. His fingernails repeatedly dug into his palms, just itching to use magic to inflict pain and let loose his anger.

Suddenly, (y/n) stirred, and Pan sat up straight. “(Y/n)?” he whispered, staring at her with heightened attention. “I’m here.”

Her eyes fluttered opened, staring up at the tent’s ceiling in confusion before recognition filled her gaze. “Pan?” she tried to sit up but the movement only made her face scrunch in pain and she groaned. “Ouch...”

“Shhh, just lay back down,” Pan said gently. Relief flooded through him. She was awake. Everything would be better now. “You’re safe.”

“I know,” (Y/n) murmured. She carefully lifted her shirt and placed a hand on the bandages, wincing slightly. “How bad is it?”

“I’ve seen worse,” Pan said. Then he cleared his throat. “I put plantain and yarrow leaves on the wound. That should help.”

“You remembered what I showed you,” (y/n) rasped, not caring to hide the surprise in her voice. Her (y/e/c) eyes warmed. “Thank you.”

“Not like I had a choice,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on her bandages. When he glanced back up, she was staring at him with exhaustion-darkened eyes, quiet for a long moment. “Why you?” she eventually questioned.

“What?”

“No offense, but I never expected you to be the one tending to my wounds,” (y/n) said. “I’m…” she frowned in thought, then smiled. “...flattered.”

Pan didn’t know what to say. He searched for a snarky remark, but couldn’t find any truth in the ones he thought up. “Here, drink this,” instead he avoided the question and handed her a cup of water.

(Y/n) lifted up onto her elbows and drank thirstily. When she was done Pan took the cup from her as she laid her head back down on the pillow with a small grunt. “Thanks again. I’m guessing they caught you up on the Indians attacking us?”

“Yeah, I know.” Pan explained to her the problem with Tiger Lily and the Indians’ blame.

“I almost had him,” she growled after he finished. “But I tripped over a freaking rock behind me and stumbled, and that’s when that stupid Indian got my side.”

“I’ll make him pay, don’t worry,” Pan assured. “I’ll gut him and lay his entrails from his bloody camp to the shore.”

“If only I could do it,” (y/n) sighed wistfully. “If it wasn’t for this stupid wound I’d be out there with you guys, getting my sweet revenge.”

“I know, (y/n). You lost a lot of blood,” Pan went on. “You’ll be very weak for the next few days...”

“I know that,” (y/n) sighed. “I feel light-headed right now.”

“Think you can hold down some food?” Pan asked. “There’s roasted boar, mulberries, may be some hare left....or if you want anything fresh, we can fry you up some eggs...or a carp....?”

(Y/n) shook her head. “That’s nice of you—offering to cook me something fresh.” She smiled again, just a faint rise of the corners of her lips. “But I don’t need any babying. I don’t think I can eat right now anyway; my stomach hurts like hell. Besides, I’m not hungry.”

“You’re gonna have to eat soon,” Pan warned. “Need to keep your strength up.”

(Y/n) was looking at him as if he’d said something in another language. “If it wasn’t for your being the one and only Peter Pan,” she rasped, “I’d think you’re concerned for me.”

“Well, what do you expect?” he retaliated. “Look at the state you’re in. Can’t have my only Lost Girl die on me like this. You’re the only one who's actually skilled in herbs and treating injuries. Without you a lot more boys would’ve lost their fingers or be hobbled for life.”

“Right,” (y/n) sighed. Was that disappointment in her voice? “Of course that’s the reason.” She didn’t sound mad, just...tired. Really tired.

Pan stayed where he was by her, the complete silence comforting to his ears. He didn’t know what to say and was thankful she didn’t ask anymore questions regarding his concern for her. What he’d just told her was only half of the reason. If he was being honest, it was because....he’d grown to like her in a way he’d never thought he’d ever feel about anyone. And he wouldn’t admit to anyone either. Not to himself, and especially not to her.

“Now that you’re awake,” Pan spoke, breaking the crisp silence, “I think it’s safe for me to leave to get some fresh air.” He stood up, looking down at (y/n). “Just don’t die on me while I’m away, okay?”

She smiled weakly. “Unlikely.”

Pan left the tent, leaving camp and walking towards the nearby stream. Emotions battled inside him. The grief he felt when (y/n) was lying there, bleeding out and on the brink of death, the way the rage of her unnecessary injuries made him tremble….he slid his hands over his face despite the dried blood on them. I shouldn’t feel this way. Why do I feel this way? He liked his reputation of being a heartless dick. But now, he might’ve just ruined it.

Once at the stream, Pan crouched on the bank and rubbed his hands in the water, scrubbing off the dried blood (gif).

Then he headed back the way he came, relishing in the warm night air. He took his time walking through the trees, letting the songs the cicadas sang drown out his conflicted thoughts.

Back in camp, he stood there watching (y/n)’s tent. A dark figure melting into the shadows of the night. The tent, however, was glowing a very soft orange thanks to the candles inside. Everything else was dark and quiet, just like Pan.

After a few more minutes passed, he re-entered her tent, running his hand over the back of his neck. (Y/n)’s eyes were closed and for a moment he thought she’d fallen back asleep, but she looked up at him as he sat down beside her. He had his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together.

“You know, Pan...” (y/n) began quietly, propping herself up one arm despite the brief pain it caused. “I don’t know if I dreamed this or not....but I remember you holding my hand.”

Pan froze, not meeting her eyes. Then he nervously clenched jaw. Nervousness. That’s something else he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. “You were dreaming,” he lied.

[queen-in-green]

Rules Are Made To Be Broken (1/2)

This short story was inspired by prompt 35.) Take notes sweetheart. Thank you @myfanficisonfire for helping me select a prompt! Just a note before we start there is no romantic pairing for the reader.

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     Never come to Neverland. And no, I’m not a grown up. I’ve barely scratched the surface of 17, and it’s been that way for about three years. Why should you never come here? It’s nothing like the stories, and not in a good way. This place is always advertised as a land of no rules, no grow ups, and no responsibility. That’s a steaming load of shit. Sure there aren’t adults, unless you count the pirates, plunderers, and adventurers who come here and  try to murder us. There aren’t many responsibilities, just doing everything you can to ensure your survival. And absolutely no rules except for Pan’s restricting regulations on literally everything. Don’t go here, don’t do that, don’t talk to them, don’t swim over here! Honestly it’s maddening. God help the poor boy or girl that actually tries to have fun on this god forsaken island. Which is exactly why I’m here in a little wooden cage, hanging 12 feet off the ground, telling you my sorry story. It starts a little something like this…

TWO NIGHTS PREVIOUS

     I sat in a wide open field starring at the cloudless sky above me. Craning my head upwards was beginning to become uncomfortable so I laid down in the taller grass and watched as it obscured my vision of the world around me, enclosing my peripheral and leaving only a lovely view of the tops of the full trees, the moon shining in all it’s wondrous brilliance, and the thousands of stars blinking in the sky like hundreds of thousands of eyes. If you have never seen the sky as I saw it that night then I truly feel sorry for you. This is what I loved about Neverland, just the island itself. The beauty, the grace–

     “Y/N”! I could hear your name being shouted to the left of me. However it was distant, perhaps the voice would wonder away and leave you in peace. “Y/n- oh there you are!” No such luck. Sitting up and turning to face the speaker, I saw my friend Felix carrying a torch and seemingly out of breath. “Where have you been?" I raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "I’ve been here since I got off duty. Why are you looking for me?” This was a rather pointless question on my part. I knew exactly why he was looking. Today was Marcus’s birthday.

     Marcus was an inept idiot of a nineteen year old who I just so happened to despise. He hated me simply beause I hated him. He may be dumber than the dirt he was born on, but he had his looks. So naturally he was kind of a player and has had his way with every girl on this island at some point. That is every girl but me.

     “I don’t want to go.” I pouted, turning away from Felix and back to the stars. “I despise his very soul.” From behind me I could hear Felix let out a groan. This wasn’t the first time I had broken away from a group activity. Or rather, this specific group activity. “Didn’t we go through this last year?” Felix asked with tones of frustration laced in his deep voice. Slowly I nodded, not wanting to lead the conversation to the inevitable ending point. “And what did I tell you then?” He asked bordem evident in his question. I responed with a monotone voice “That all birthdays are mandatory because we all need to aprreciate each other for at least on day a year. And that Pan said so.” He walked around to the front of me and stuck out his hand. “Then let’s go.”

[kidensdouble88]

Newfound

fetus me is going to tell a story

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: language

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3rd Person

(Y/N) had a mostly normal life. Mostly. There was the occasional weird occurrences, but (Y/N) was good at brushing them aside. Today was Monday, a certain Monday that would be filled with these strange occurrences. It started normally, like any other school day. She got up, got dressed, put on some makeup, brushed her teeth and did her hair, and left for school. Nothing out of the ordinary.

 That day there was a tornado drill. (Y/N) along with everyone else went to the basement of her High School, crouched down against the wall, and put her head in her hands. Once everyone had settled down, the principal’s commanding voice sounded over the speaker;

“Okay students and staff, that was a very successful torna-”

Crack.

The speaker cut out as one by one, the lights hanging over the students shattered, sending glass raining down on the kids below. It became darker as the teenagers screamed along with some teachers the lights popped and glass flew everywhere. (Y/N) covered her head with her arms as the rest of the lights shattered and flickered off. Due to the fact that there were no windows in the basement, it was now pitch black, except for the occasional phone shining an not-so-bright screen light. People were freaking out, but the boy king looking on from the shadows did not disturb their school day just to scare some teenagers with a light show, no, he wanted to go farther.

(Y/N) was not at all phased by the sudden darkness. It was the mere result of a blown fuse, in her eyes. (Y/N) turned so that her back was facing away from the wall, and stood to her feet. (Y/N) then felt someone grabbing her waist rather harshly from behind, and she started struggling and wriggling, trying to get free of her aggressor. 

“What the hell? Get… off…. me…” she mumbled as she kicked and squirmed against this persons strong hold on her hips. With the exception of the occasional grunts from the person grabbing her, those around her fell silent, listening to the struggle in order to get some idea of what was happening. Out of nowhere, the grunts and sounds of struggle stopped, the lights flicked back on, glass intact once more, and (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen.

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(Y/N)’s P.O.V

Your hips hurt, and your vision was of no help. The pitch black room faded away as a red smoke clouded your vision, and swept you away along with the person behind you. You had no understanding of what was happening, but you knew you had to get free somehow. You squeezed your eyes shut, and using all your strength, you stepped on the foot of the person behind you, and fell onto something soft. You opened your eyes to find yourself on fluffy sand, next to an ocean of ever-extending blue, and a dark jungle that looked as if it was breathing. You were lying on a beach. 

You fumble to get up to your feet, and rub your eyes to make sure the your new surroundings weren’t fake.

“Damn it, that fucking hurt!”

You whip your head around to face the voice of your aggressor, only to see a boy around your age, holding his right foot in his hands while hopping on his left. Your eyes widen as you take in the unusual attire of this new, attractive, boy in front of you.

Damn it (Y/N) he just attacked you, and you are in some freaky paradise land that is no-doubt far away from your home!

He finished rubbing his foot and looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes dark, as he clenches and unclenches his fists. 

“You!” he exclaims, taking two large strides over to you, and grabs your face in his right hand. He brings you face close to his, in a way that made his breath fan over your face and send chills down your spine.

“You, need to understand something.” he pauses, while the reality of your situation starts to sink in. “You are in a different realm. You are far from home, and not going back. And as long as you are on my island, You. Are. Mine.”

You only half listen to what he says. You start to tune out after he tells you you are never returning home. A strange feeling along with dread pools in your stomach, and it sizzles. It rises from your stomach to your neck, and to your cheeks. Your body starts to feel hot, and the boy sharply retracts his hand as he curses under his breath.

“I thought you didn’t know…” he whispers, almost growling. The anger on his face somehow makes itself more evident, if that was even possible, then disappears completely. His face relaxes, and the corners of his mouth perk up as he gives a low chuckle.

“Nevermind,” he states simply, as if he hadn’t just been fuming. “ It looks as if I’ve forgotten to introduce myself. I’m Peter. Peter Pan.”

Your face relaxes, yet your surprise at what just happened still resides. You feel sick, and your unawareness of what exactly is happening makes you so nervous you could puke. Who is this attractive bipolar kid, and why am I on a island? And how exactly did I get here?

“C’mon, you’ve got to have a name.” he says, after you haven’t responded to his earlier introduction. “Okay, you know what? I didn’t want to sound creepy, but I already know it, and you aren’t talking. Let’s just get to camp. Come here (Y/N).” He reaches out to grab your forearm. Before he can though, your fear subsides just enough for your dormant anger to surface.

“What?” you mumble, but its sharp enough to make Pan stop in his tracks. “You pull me from my home, in the middle of school, say I can never go back, talk to me as if you already know me, and have the audacity to yell at me when I fall onto a freakin beach that I’VE NEVER BEEN TO BEFORE?! ARE YOU INSANE?!” you yell.

Peter looks taken aback at your sudden outburst. He smirks as if him upsetting you makes him happy.

“Alright, alright. I get how this can be unusual.” he says smoothly, reaching out to finally tough your forearm. As he does, the sizzling that was in your stomach fades away, along with all the anger that you had built up until now. All you felt was a sudden dizziness. 

The last thing you see before everything fades back to black is Pan chuckling as he lets you fall to the sand beneath you.

ok I know this was short I just wanted to try something. Hoping to make this into a multi-part series <3

[peterxpanneverfails]

“Just me.”

Peter Pan x Reader

Summary: You’re Hook’s daughter and when he comes to Neverland with his brother to search for the “healing” Dreamshade, you come face to face with the king of the island. Peter Pan.

Warning: none

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You, your father, Killian Jones, and your uncle were walking around the island because your king ordered to bring back a plant named “Dreamshade” that is supposed to heal any injury.

The three of you got to the beach where you looked at the drawing of the plant on an old paper.

Suddenly a voice boomed through the silence. “Are you lost?” you, your father and Liam swirled around pointing their swords at a boy that looked to be around your age. He was wearing green clothes and had dirty blonde hair.

“You look lost to me.” the boy stated.

Your father immediately stepped slightly in front of you. 

“Identify yourself boy!” Liam demanded like the captain he is. 

“I’m Peter Pan. I live here. Who are you?” he asked back curiously as they let their swords sink. “Captain Jones...and my lieutenant with his daughter.” he said and pointed at you.

At that second his eyes flew to yours as he looked you up and down. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“We’re here by order of the king.” he added. The boy frowned.

“The king huh? We don't have any kings in Neverland. Just me.” the boy said looking directly at you. A shiver was running down your spine even if you didn't know why.

“That’s very funny. We seek this plant.-” he pulled out the drawing and showed it to him. “-Now tell us, boy, where can we find it?” 

“Dreamshade? Well, that's the deadliest plant on the island. Your king is very ruthless.” you began to frown. 

“Why would your king send you to seek a plant that only brings torture and death?” you thought.

“Its medicine.” your father spoke up now. 

“Its doom.” he answered back. “Why fight a messy battle when you can kill an entire army with this hazardous plant?”

Your father and Liam talked for at least five minutes while you stood there with the boy smirking at you. “From the outside this must look so weird.” you thought again. 

The two men standing a few feet away, whisper-screaming at each other, you standing there as well, thinking and not knowing what to do next and this boy, starring holes into you.

“What is your name?” he suddenly asked, smirking down at you.

“I’m Y/N.” you told him.

“Nice name, love.” he grinned again and you rolled your eyes at him.

He took a step closer and you watched him suspiciously.

„Did anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” He grinned and you blushed.

„And if you would-“ he started attempting to reach out for you, but got cut off by your father. „Don’t you dare touch her!” He held his hands up in surrender smirking again with one eyebrow raised what you had to admit seemed really hot.

“This boy is playing games with us and I’m quickly tiring of them!” Liam said  loudly and took the paper from the boy. But you guys didn’t break eye contact. The moment was so intense that it felt like he was starring into your soul.

Soon, the shouts of Killian pulled you out of your thoughts and you slowly turned away from the so called Peter Pan.

Pan stood there with a bit worry on his face watching as you left.

When you turned around one last time, he shouted one last thing.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!”

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I hope you like this one, I know its lame but next one will get so much better, I promise!

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[klara-with-a-k]

Peter pan #2

Klaras pov.:

After a while I dosed of to the sound of soothing music, It also must have been very late, and a whole night of dancing, no wonder I was going to pass out tired.

I woke up to the feeling of pressure being pushed on top of my lower body. When I opened my eyes, I saw pan over my body, covering my mouth with his hand, while using the other hand to tell to me to be quiet.

He then slowly leaned over and whispered in my ear: "Hooks awake he's on watch duty, so stay quiet and follow me." By this point my heart was racing over the roof, but I ignored the butterflies in my stomach and nodded my head.

He got off me, and gestured his hand to me, to help me up, but instead of taking it I smacked it away and got up on my own, this made pan smirk and shake his head, as he started to walk to the forest, as I followed closely behind.

After a while of walking I decided to speak up: " why didn't you just poof us away? You did it last time." "That's because regina would be able to sense my powers." He simply said.

"Okay then, what do you want?" He stoped in his tracks, and turned around to face me, he seemed annoyed with me. "Look, you still have to do more distracting, that's why I thought I was gonna take you somewhere safe, for you to hide." "Hide? Hide from what?" I cut in. "You didn't let me finish!" He glared at me. "Okay, okay! Sorry!" I apologize.

"As I was saying, we're gonna make it look like you ran away, that way they're going to have to find you first befor they find Henry." He continued. "No offense but that's kind of a shity plan." I said as he looked at me confused while also looking offended at the same time. "Do you have a better plan?" He hissed. "As a matter of fact, I do! You probably think that they'll care for me to the point that they'll risk their own family members life just to find my stupid ass the second time of running away, well you're obviously wrong about that." I explained. "Well then tell me your brilliant plan." "Fuck no! I already helped you enough!" I replied. "Do you wanna get stranded in the middle of no where all alone or what?" He threatened. "Go ahead! I'm not scared, I've been in this type of situation before, what makes you think I wont survive?" "Ugh! You are so infuriating!!!" He shouted at me. "I know that! Look we can just play along with your plan, but that doesn't mean it'll work, because you might not know this but Peter Pan DOES fail!" I shouted back, pissing pan to the point where he slammed my whole body against a tree, while have a knife at my throat.

"You dare talk back to me!" "Go ahead... do it!" I looked straight into his eyes with no fear, as his expression softened. We started into each other's eyes for a while, before pan pulled away.

"Tell me what your plan is or I'll go after Henry." He said simply. He really knew my weakness, I couldn't let Henry die earlier.

I looked away from him, disappointed in myself as I spoke: "If you pretend to kidnapped me, they might be more concerned with my well being, but you'd have to kidnap me in front of them. Make it seem that I'm important. So they would come and save me." I explained with little to no life in my words, I felt like I was betraying everyone, and it pained me deeply.

Pan then with no words walked closer to me, and grabbed my arm pulling me towards him. He had me facing back towards him, while he once again had me at a knife point.

"What a brilliant idea, love. Now play along." He whispered into my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

He teleported us to where I was sleeping before, just to cause a big scene. "Start struggling." He whispered into my ear again, as I yelled out for help: "H-hey! Let go of me!!!" "Klara!?" Emma, snow and charming shouted. "Let go of her!" Emma threatened. "Oh, but I'm afraid I can't do that, you see, I want her!" My eyes widened at the words pan said. "And if you want her back, you'll just have to get her back, but I highly doubt it, since you do care for Henry more." He continued. 'This isn't right.' I thought to myself as I regretted my decisions.

I was about to blur out the truth, when he knew what my intentions were, he covered my mouth with his hand, I struggled against his grip, but it was no use.

"Fine, what do you want pan!" Emma shouted. "Oh, you'll just have to find out when you find her!" Pan shouted back as, he threw her another map, I'm guessing its something similar to the map we got earlier to help us find Henry. "This map will not only help you find Henry, but it'll also help you find klara. Now tick tock, times running out!" He said as he once again teleported us away.

When we got to his thinking tree, he threw me against it, so I'd get mangled in its vines. "You think you were gonna get out of this, turns out that I was really kidnapping you. What a cliche." He said to me threateningly. "Now wouldn't this have been better if you would have just played along?" He asked in a deep voice. "I'm not just gonna sit around and do nothing while Henry's life is in danger!" I replied with full of anger.

Pan then slapped me so hard over the face, that my neck hurt from the fast and hard head turn, I felt a numb but tingling sensation in my cheeks, as I felt a tear stream down my face.

He stepped even closer to me to whispered in my ear: "No one... uses that tone against me." He then leaned back, and saw the tear on my cheek, as he decided to whip it with his tumb.

I saw no emotion in his eyes, and the thought if him possibly being a sycophant, made a shiver go down my spine.

We once again started into each other's eyes for a while, before pan pulled away, and teleported himself away, as I stood there in pure awkward silence.

Peter pan's POV.:

I got back to my tree house, as I barged in through the door. I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my head in distress. "What am I doing!? Why do I feel this way!?" I was mad at myself. 'I can't possibly be having feelings for this girl?' I thought to myself. "UGH!!!" I groaned, as I threw a pillow hard at a wall. "I can't fall in love! I cant stoop that low! I'm better then those heroes!" I shouted as I stood up and walked to the bathroom where I leaned over the sink and washed up my face with water to snap myself to out of this dreamlike state, then I looked up at the mirror. I stared at myself in the mirror for a while before I once again spoke. "Love is weakness." I whispered, reminding myself of the truth.

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After much time has passed, I went to check in on how the hero's were doing and they've figured out the map and were on their way to save klara. So I decided to go check in on her one last time.

When I got to my thinking tree I heard singing. "Are you? Are you? Coming to the tree? They strung up a man. They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here. No stranger would it be. If we met at midnight. In the hanging tree." Klara sang, as I listened for a while.

When all of a sudden the birds around us sang along. I stared in disbelief, just as much as klara was confused, she continued to sing at the birds whistles got louder. She really was something.

After a while the song came to an end, as the birds around us stopped in sync. "Awesome." Klara said excitedly, as she looked up at the trees around us with motive in her eyes. Then all of a sudden a noise came from a far. "Um... Hello!?" Klara called out. "Klara? Klara is that you!?" Emma called back. "Guys I'm over here!!!" Klara shouted.

They ran out of the bushes, revealing themselves to klara. Which meant that this was my que.

Klara's POV.:

I saw everyone pop out of the bushes, but before any of us could say anything we were interrupted. "Good job Emma, you did it. But right now is not the time for victories, I'd say you have to get klara out of her trap." Pan says, I already knew what he was talking about, but the rest of the group didn't. I hung my head down in defeat, I knew what I needed to do.

"That's the least of our problems! All we need to do is get her out of those vines." Regina said as she got closer to me trying to free me of the vines, by trying to cut it down, but all that did was squeeze me even tighter. "R-Regina! N-no! S-STOP!" I screamed and groaned in pain. As I could bearly breed at this point. "Regina! Stop! You're making it worst!" Emma shouted as she pulled Regina away.

The vines let go of its grip a bit, but still not enough, I was in a very uncomfortable position. And could bearly breathe, I felt like I was going to lose consciousness. I could care less when it came to dying, but I couldnt die on Henry and everyone now, they wasted their time to save me, when they could damn well have save Henry.

"I'm sorry." I said as I looked at the ground, while trying to hold in my tears. "Sorry? Sorry for what klara?" Emma asked confused. "For klara to get free she has to say what her biggest burden is, what's keeping her stuck to that tree." Pan answered in my place.

I can feel everyone's eyes shift to me. "What did you do!?" I heard Regina's voice turn deeper. I choked on my own words as regina impatiently ran up to me, chocking me with one of her hands. I try to gasp for air, when once again I got saved by emma, snow and charming. "Let her talk!" Snow growls at Regina.

Before we waisted any more time I barged out: "I helped pan distract you!!!" I cried out. "I'm sorry! If I wouldn't have done that, Henry would have been in more danger." I sobbed through tears. I was scared of what everyone was going to think of me, that I didn't dare to look up.

"Are you telling me that, that little tantrum you pulled off was to distract us of our plan! Of us saving Henry!!!!" I never heard Regina's scream like this before, so naturally I winced at her loud, deep, angry voice. She sounded like she could kill me with only her harsh words.

Hook and charming held her back, so she wouldn't end me right there on the spot. "That isn't the only thing?" Snow spoke up, and i looked up at her as the rest stopped what they were doing. "There's more." She said simply as I thought deeply what it could be, but all I could think of in the moment was... I looked in pans direction as I spoke with all the hatred in me: "I regret ever meeting you."

My whole body shook from the anger I felt, as the vines let go of my body, my legs became weak and I fell to the ground. It seemed that my legs feel asleep or were numb from the pressure I was put on by the vines earlier or it must have been from standing still upwards for the whole day. Then all of a sudden I felt lightheaded and passed out.

Peter pans POV.:

"I regret ever meeting you." Klara said with all the anger through her gritted teeth. My heart sank, it hurt me deeply. 'I've fallen for a girl that hates my guts.' I thought to myself as I tried to act normal.

Klara was let go by the vines, so it meant that whatever she said was true, my heart stopped for a moment. Until a saw klara collapse to the floor, her body limp from the pressure of the vines, she passed out.

I watched as hook went to pick her up. I wanted to shout at him to not touch her, but I couldnt possibly let them know how I felt about her.

I was jealous, furious! I watched as hook walked away with klara in his hands, while the rest followed. "I hope you're proud of what you've done." Snow said to me before rejoining the group. I stood there in silence, feeling full of... REGRET.

To be continued...

[imaginesalmostallfandoms]

Peter Pan Never Fails (Peter Pan Imagine)

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It was like we were meant to be here. To be in Neverland. A few months ago, my boyfriend, a group of friends and I arrived by passing a magical portal. We met a boy who turned out to be Peter Pan, yes, that magical creature from that book. He invited us to his camp and now we were part from the Lost Boys. Well, I was the only Lost Girl, but that didn’t make it easier. Peter was... tought. 

“Hey baby” my boyfriend hugged me from my back. Being in Neverland was incredible. I loved being in the middle of the nature, the adventure, the lost boys... even Peter. Sometimes he was the scariest person alive, but he made me laugh like it was the easier thing in the world. “Tonight, in the mermaids lagoon. Don’t tell Pan”

As soon as I turned around, he was gone. It was not a secret that my boyfriend and Pan didn’t get along but I did so I tried to make them be friends or be around each other without trying to kill the other. Suddenly, I heard a flute. A melody as beautiful as hypnotizing. I left the wood I was carrying for the bonfire and followed it. A huge waterfall appeared behind some palm trees, an amazing view that was interrupted by Peter, who was sat in a rock playing the flute. A branch broke and he turned his head, but as soon as he did that, he disappeared. I went to the rock where he was and looked around. 

“You heard it?” a voice said in my hear from my back and I turned around. He was there, as intimidating as always. A little smirk was showed, or it was a smile? I nodded. “Wasn’t I supposed to?” I barely said. I was afraid Peter was mad. “Sorry for interrumpt, it wasn’t my intention”

“Sit there” he said pointing to the rock he was before. I did but he kept standing. “I  told you thousand times I was tired of hearing you saying you are sorry. In Neverland, you don’t say sorry” I looked at my legs, which were crossed and smiled. “So you think I play it very well” I looked at him and opened my mouth. “I didn’t say that” I said. “I said ‘you think’. Are you enjoying here in Neverland?” “It’s like a dream” I sighted. Peter offered me his hand and I took it, getting up from that cold rock. “I enjoy spending time with you” he smiled and I did it too. “Has Peter Pan said a compliment?” I smirk. I saw Peter... blushing? Suddenly we appeared in the camp and went near the bonfire. My boyfriend Dave was there and I sat next to him. He kissed my cheek and gave me a plate full of food. 

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Looking at the horizon,I kept thinking about what happened last night. Kill Peter? What were they thinking?! I was totally mad at Dave and the rest of them. Peter was nothing but good with us. Sure sometimes he was rude or serious, but he let us stay and be part of his gorup. 

“You seem unhappy. Sad. Even hurt. Who made you feel like that? I don’t like it” Peter was sat next to me, in the rock I found him yesterday. I put my head on his shoulder and began to hum the melody he was playing yesterday. I had this huge fight in my head. Should I told him? Definitely he would kill my friends and Dave, but, what if they did something to him? “Why did you tell me to meet here?” I looked at Peter confused. I shook my head when Dave and the rest of my friends showed up with arrows and swords. Peter and I got up. 

“Now we are the owners of Neverland!”

“Dave!” I shouted.

Peter looked at me but quickly laid his eyes on Dave. 

“So do you really think I can be defeated that easily?” he said while putting his arms open and the roots of the nearest trees began to tie them. I looked at Peter and he was looking at me with a dark look. He was hurt. Even angry. Tears began to leave my eyes while the Lost boys showed up carry them back to the camp. “I didn’t-” “Felix!” he interrupted me. Felix grabbed my arm and carried me with the rest of my friends. “Peter! Peter please, listen to me! Peter!” I shouted. 

“Dave!” Peter said, turning erveryone’s head around. “Don’t you know? Peter Pan never fails!”

A/N: Hey everyone! Last owner gave me this account. Hope you liked this one. I was thinking about part 2. Tell me your opinions and send requests!!

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I don't wanna be your girl/Part2/Peter Pan Smut

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Part 1

Anyway listen to this is you want feels while reading! Enjoy! (Wet: Don’t wanna be your girl /Eest coast remix/)

The next few months were full of Peter trying to get me back. He sent Wendy to another island somewhere so I wouldn't have to see her. But it was Peter who I never wanted to see again, I've been with him for so many years. I still couldn't wrap my head around why he would do something like this. I can tell you that this event has caused my heart to ache and darken. I didn't even have to see it to know that there wasn't a whole lot of light left, I could just feel it. I shouldn't let this have this much affect on me but I couldn't stop it. Peter was literally my entire world, everything in my life revolved around him. But I didn't want to be his girl anymore, or ever again for that matter. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him terribly, I missed the way things were between us. "Y/N please? Can we just sit down and talk about this?" Peter asked for the hundredth time. "If I say yes will you stop asking me?" I ask, clear annoyance in my tone. "Yes." He stated simply, "Well go ahead and lead the way." I said, he started his way up to his treehouse. "You're kidding right?" I asked him, he raised a brow in confusion. "Yes take me to the scene of the crime. Good option." I say, rolling my eyes. "Oh, Right." He says, coming back down the stairs. "Take my hand." He says, holding his hand out to me. "I'm not going to take your hand." I tell him, he grabs it anyways and we lift off the ground. A few minutes later we're over looking Neverland from a overhang. "My tent would've sufficed." I mumbled. "You have every right to be angry at me-" he started, "Good because I am." I cut him off. "I really messed up here. I don't know what I was thinking, I suppose I wasn't. Y/N, Love we've been through so much together. I love you so goddamn much, it kills me that I hurt you and that this continues to hurt you." He stated, "I can take it away." He whispered, "I can make you forget all of it." He added. "You want me to just forget? You want to use your powers to clean up your mess? Jeez Peter This makes me wonder how many times you've done this before!" I said angrily. "I've never done anything like this before, I swear. I'll only do it if you want me to." He said softly, "I can't live without you." He told me. I let out a deep breath, "Kiss me." I said to him. He froze for a moment, "What?" He asked, his eye brows knitting together. "I said kiss me." I repeated myself, he didn't need to hear it again before he stepped forward. Using one of his hands to cup my cheek softly, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. We went on like that for a little while, the kiss became more heated. I could tell Peter was putting all his emotions into that kiss, I knew that because I was doing the same. The love I still had for him was coming out, one thing lead to another and we were desperately tugging off one another's clothes. Peter placed me down on my back, suddenly there was a blanket beneath us. Peter positioned himself between my legs, we both needed each other. It's been months since we've been together like this, it was usual for us. But that's how things needed to be, Peter looked into my eyes so lovingly. All I could picture was him looking into Wendy's eyes like that. He cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin softly before trailing his hand down my body. Peter thrusted his hips forward, a loud drawn out gasp left my lips. "I love you." He breathed out, nuzzling his face into my neck. Choked moans left my lips as the tears fell from my eyes, I wouldn't let him see that though. He pressed his lips to my neck as he continued to thrust into me, one of my hands tangled into his hair while the other gripped onto his back. I swallowed hard, my eyes fluttering shut causing a few more tears to fall. "I've missed you so much." He whispered in my ear, I didn't trust my voice in the slightest so all I did was hum in response. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he continued to thrust. Things were so different between us, he acted as if nothing had happened. He groaned as he sped up, "Peter!" I cried out. He did seem to remember where my g-spot was and he hit it over and over again. "Oh my god!" I gasped, my muscles tightening before I came. My nails dug into his skin as he continued to thrust. Only a few moments later he came with a loud groan of my name. He pulled away and kissed my swollen lips roughly, "I'm so glad to have you back." He mumbled against my lips. We both got dressed in silence before I broke it, "Peter?" I questioned, "Yes darling?" He answered. "I want to go home." I told him, "We can go back to the treehouse." He told me and I shook my head. "No I want to leave Neverland." I explained, his face fell and a look of confusion washed over him. "You can't tell me that meant nothing to you!" He shouted, "I didn't feel it anymore. My feelings have changed, maybe it was because of what you did or matter it was just a matter of time." I spoke, "Bullshit." He gritted as he shook his head. "I don't want to be your girl anymore." I said quietly. There were a few moments of silence, "You really want to leave?" He asked in disbelief. I nodded and I watched him swallow hard before he nodded. "Say goodbye to everyone and then I'll take you." He told me, I made my way back to camp and said my goodbyes. It was really hard, I've known these boys for so long we were family. "Ready?" Peter asked and I nodded. "This is Storybrook. They'll take care of you here." He told me, I nodded and I went to walk away but Peter grabbed me wrist gently. "Y/N if you ever want me to come back and get you...just leave your window open." He told me, I nodded before walking away from him. I made sure to keep my window locked every night since.

[peterpansbabygirl-blog]

MY THOUGHTS ON y/n + Peter Pan fanfiction

srsl, who else is SICK of seeing y/n as a weak, innocent and useless girls playing in Pan’s feet ? Y/N running around, always in trouble and Pan having to save her?

I know I am.

I want Y/N to be strong. When she wakes up and finds Pan, she will be curious but also ready to PROTECT HERSELF because it’s fucking creepy, okay?

I wan’t Y/N to live in Neverland like everyone else, because he is no better than anyone else just because she is a girl.

I don’t want Pan to be some fucking puppy when it comes to her. “only good to her”, okay, I think that’s little bit cute (if it’s done well) but straight from the begging? That boy left his son and kidnaps kids. Tries to take Henry’s heart. Some innocent, sweet and weak useless girl won’t make Pan go soft. She has to win him over by being his friend, right hand, trusted one.

They are equal. Pan doesn’t want someone to babysit. He want’s fire. He likes fire.

So I have decided to write my own fanfiction, based on a strong female lead. You can find it on wattpad ;

https://www.wattpad.com/story/127840196-once-upon-a-time

It’s called Once Upon a Time and it’s written by me, iamgonnashowyoucrazy

[bibbitybobbitypan]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Hi guys! So I'm kinda going through a bit of a change with this blog and I want to start writing requests again. I'll seriously write anything you guys give me, so just leave me a message or an ask and I'll get straight to it

[peterxpanneverfails]

“Let’s play!”

Peter Pan x reader

Imagine  Pan and Felix standing in front of you trying to intimidate you. But you’re not going to let them win so easily. Thats why Pan offers you a game thinking you’re going to loose anyways but when you agree he looks a bit irritated.

_

“And if you win, you get a passage off the island, darling. How about that?“ he smirked down a me.

“Alright, I take the deal.“

“You aren’t afraid?” he asked a bit confused.

“Why should I?” 

“Oh you’re going to find out!”

I tilted my chin as he began to chuckle looking over to Felix who had a grin on his face as well.

Suddenly all the boys were surrounding me with their swords in their hands and their bows and arrows pointing them at me.

Leaving me standing in the circle, alone, with no defense.

“Well then...Let’s play!”

_

[xpangirlingx]

Late Night x Peter Pan Imagine x

Sorry if this one is a bit short lol, I'm tired. Warning: not much bad stuff lol Neverland was one of the darkest places you could live. Just like the island, the boys on it weren't very nice either. It took them a while to get used to you, but now, accepting the fact that you are the queen of Neverland, they trust you. The king himself made a special place in his heart for you. He pushed away the darkness whenever he was talking to you or whenever he was near you. Even when he was mad, or he snapped at you, you found it in your heart to forgive him. He was a misunderstood boy, after all. He was more lost than any of the lost boys but ever since you came around, he doesn't seem to be as lost anymore. —————————————— You sat against yours and Pan's bed, your gaze fixed on the floor. The room was pitch black, you hated to admit it but, you were scared. Peter was the only one who knew about your fear of the dark. You were brought back to reality when you heard a thud and then a grunt. "Damn it." You heard the familiar accent, immediately causing you to smile. "Hello Peter." You said softly, trying to hide the giggle. You failed miserably and bursted into a fit of laughter. "Are you laughing at me, love?" He asked, shuffling towards you. He snapped his fingers and the candles in the tree house lit the room, casting shadows here and there. "Maybe I am." You remarked as you crossed your arms around your chest. You saw Pan's lips curl into a devilish smirk. You stepped back a bit, you backed up into something and when you turned around, there was Pan. He took this as an advantage to instantly hold you against his chest and tickle you. Your eyes widened in surprise and you shrieked. "Peter no! St-stop it!" You panted, trying to catch your breath as you started laughing. Your squealing only provoked him more as he tickled you everywhere. You were most ticklish around your waist area, and of course Pan already knew that. He made your waist the main target as he tickled you more. "Peter I'm s-serious, please stop!!" Your loud laughter filled the treehouse as Pan continued to tickle you. "Maybe it's a good thing I'm not so serious then." He chuckled and picked you up. He threw you onto the bed and continued his tickle attack. "Stop stop stop stop!!" You laughed, trying to push him away. Peter pulled away from you and smirked at you. "I surrender.." You panted and watched as he laid beside you. "Good. I was going to win either way." He chuckled glancing over at you. He pulled you in his arms and held you close. He ran his fingers through your hair as he watched you drift off to sleep. "Goodnight Peter..." You mumbled as sleep took hold of you. "Good night (Y/N)" Pan smiled and held your sleeping form closer to him.

[superteenwolftrash]

We’re Not Alone/Peter Pan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request: I was wondering if you could write a smut with Pan where the reader is really innocent and doesn't know how to respond when she hears the dirty remarks he whispers to her throughout the day so she gets all flustered and Pan teases her for it?

GUYSSS MY GIFS WONT WORK! When they do I’ll add them!

"Do you have any idea how good you'd look with your thighs wrapped around my head?" He whispered in my ear, making sure to blow a hot breath on my neck. I felt my heart pick up speed, my face turning bright red at the comment. He had a smirk on his face as he walked away from me, I let out a breath of relief when he was gone. I seemed to hold my breath whenever he was around, I didn't know how to react to those words that he said to me. It made me rub my thighs together, I didn't like him having this effect on me. I was walking through camp a little later that day and as soon as I saw him in front of me I froze. I just stopped right in my tracks, my face was already flush again. "What's the matter, love? Just thinking about how loud I'd have to scream my name?" He asked with a grin, "O- Of course not." I stuttered our, brushing past him. I heard Peter jogging after me, he pinned me up against the tree. "Or were you thinking how hard I'd make you cum? Or how my fingers would feeling pumping in and out of your tight little pussy?" He whispered to me, a small whimper left my lips and he pulled away with a satisfied smirk on his face. "I'll see you later, sweetheart." He said to me. I leaned my head back against the tree, a huff leaving my lips. It was just after dinner and everyone was sitting around the fire, Peter took a seat right next to me. I scooted over a bit and so did Peter, he pushed my hair to the side and leaned in and pressed his lips right to me neck. None of the lost boys were paying at mind at all, "You wanna know what it feel like to feel my fingers inside that tight little pussy?" Peter whispered, nipping at my neck. His fingers trailing up my thigh, "P-Peter..We aren't alone." I whispered, "Then let's go to my treehouse where we can be alone?" He asks, I bite my bottom lip nervously as I nod. Peter springs up from his seat and takes my hand in his as he leads us up to his treehouse. I swallow hard as I step through the door, "Are you sure about this, sweetheart?" He asked seriously. "Yes." I say, it's barely audible but a grin appears on his face as he pushes me back onto the bed. My dress moved up as Peter climbed on top of me, he smashed his lips to mine. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest with how fast it was racing. His hand wrapped around my thigh and I shivered slightly under his touch, he broke the kiss rather quickly. He leaned back and pushed my dress up above my hips, "Look at you, already wet for me." Peter said with a cocky smirk. My face felt so hot in that moment, he tugged my panties down. "Now I'm gonna get to see how good you look with your thighs wrapped around me." He stated before just diving in. My muscles immediately clenched at the feeling, "Peter!" I moaned out, he wrapped his arms around my thighs keeping me in place. I felt his tongue pushing into my pussy, causing a long drawn out moan to fall from my lips. I bit my lip to quiet myself, my hands tangled into his hair tightly. I bucked my hips forward against his tongue, I felt him thrusting his tongue deep into my pussy before pulling out and doing it again. All of the things he was saying earlier already had me almost cumming. He started sucking on my clit harshly, he was eating me out as if his life depended on it. I was cumming in seconds, pulling at his hair causing groans to come from his lips which vibrated against my pussy. Peter looked at me with a smirk as he licked his lips, "You taste just as good as I imagined." He told me.

[peterpuntastic]

The Not-So-Solo Night Hike

A/N: I am just finishing this now but I went on a solo night hike when I went on my retreat and I got the idea to make this. I haven’t written in a while, so I hope this is okay!

Gif Credits: As always, these aren’t mine, so credits to whomever they belong to.

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Today was a big day for me. And for the new Lost Boys, of course. We were being trained ever since we were dropped off by the shadow months ago, at least I think it was months ago, to become excellent enough warriors to defend ourselves, each other, and Pan’s island, Neverland.

Tonight we were going to be going through the greatest challenge yet, one that many boys had failed before and had to redo in order to finish--the solo night hike.

Although it doesn’t seem that bad when you think of it, we will be left alone with no light except for the stars--if they show up--and our senses. By now, we have memorized the map and since there is no light to see it, we won’t be needing it on this journey. We each have a different route so we don’t bump into one another and help each other out. In fact, the goal is to finish your route alone. A specific veteran Lost Boy has been placed at every individual ending so we would know if we went the right way or not. To keep from cheating, we weren’t told who our Lost Boy would be.

Many of the new boys were anxious and frightened, constantly looking back at their map and reviewing it--even though they knew it like the back of their hand.

Pan was very strict about cheating, constantly repeating the phrase, “Cheaters never win.” Naturally, all of us had a mix of emotions. The rules only added upon more stress. Not a single one of us looked prepared to take it on like a normal Lost Boy would. I was no different, of course.

I was scared out of my mind!

What if pirates attacked while it happened?

What if I got lost? Wait, I already am.

What if I can’t find my Lost Boy?

What if I get hurt by an animal?

What if I wander off somewhere I’m not supposed to?

What if-

“Rookies! It’s time.” Felix announced and we all lined up at the beginning. There were no words of encouragement, or even any chanting from the other Lost Boys. The tension and amount of concentration was thick enough to cut through. Felix was already sending the boys out, giving them each a specific path. I already heard some screams from the first boys. That didn’t help me one bit. I sucked it up and approached Felix when it was my turn. He looked my direction before pointing at where I was supposed to go. It was right in between the arch of two trees.

“Go straight through those trees and find your way across the island to the hidden area.” I gulped and I felt a hard lump emerge from the back of my throat.

“But that area’s restricted.”

“Just. Go.” he narrowed his eyes at me and I hurriedly walked through the trees, looking back one last time before I left.

Sadly, all I saw was Felix’s scarface blocking the view, so I rolled my eyes and kept moving.

It was pitch black as the light from the camp soon faded into darkness. It officially consumed me and there almost no stars out tonight which made it even better. I walked in total darkness with nothing but my thoughts to keep me compan--EEK!

I fell right into a ditch. How convenient. Luckily, I had my dagger just in case any beasts were to be stupid enough to pick a fight with me tonight. I used it to stab through the hard dirt wall and climbed; the vines being strong enough to support my weight. Once I climbed out, I stupidly dusted myself off, cursing my reflex when I knew I couldn’t see any dirt on my clothes due to the darkness. I continued walking straight, this time with my arms out just in case I felt something.

It continued like this for a while; constantly losing my balance, tripping, and hearing only the ambience that radiated in Neverland nights. I had forgotten to recall my map earlier, the run-in with the surprisingly convenient ditch had taken me by surprise, so I was going off of what I could deal with at the moment. So far, I haven’t seen the moonlight kissing the sea that surrounded the island, so that meant I was still lost in Neverland’s endless jungle. Maybe if I thought about the map I wouldn’t feel too lost as I am right now--WAIT. Is that the pun of the activity? “Lost boys and a girl?” If it is, then Pan is sinister. I’d have to give him that.

I wandered aimlessly as the night went on, never getting out of this jungle. I was at my breaking point and wanted to give up. Maybe redoing this wasn’t so bad. I walked in every direction but it was no use. It was pitch black and I couldn’t see a single thing. Right when I was about to take a seat and have a break, a voice barked from somewhere around me that seemed to cause chills to ride up my spine.

“Giving up already? Where’s your fire?” Pan spoke with that accent of his. I looked around for him but it was no use. The darkness was too thick for any light to penetrate through it.

“Why is it like this? How can such a place be so dark? Have I even moved from where I was hours ago?” I shouted into the darkness. Over time I had grown a voracious need for answers.

“You ask many questions. Calm down.” I heard his voice right next to my ear. It startled me, having me react by retreating. I took a few deep breaths and composed myself before speaking again.

“Why are you here? Have I failed?” I tried to restrain myself from asking so many questions, but it was no use.

“No, not necessarily. There are, in fact, boys that are wandering around aimlessly for their Lost Boy. None of you know the map, it seems.” Pan sternly stated. He sighed, almost too exaggerated. It was as if he wanted it to be like this.

“What do you mean? Of course we know it! We memorized it.” I retorted.

“That doesn’t mean that you know the map like I do, or like any other Lost Boy does. No Lost Boy has surpassed my power. Once you know the map, you know the island itself.” Pan explained and I felt his body heat linger at one area next to me for a while before it faded away. I remained completely still, matching the stillness of the darkness that had consumed us both.

“I don’t know how to respond to that.” I stated, unsure of what I was supposed to do.

“You don’t have to. It was a form of intimidation and judging by your response, it seemed to have worked.” I opened my mouth to respond but quickly closed it, pondering what just happened.

“So then where am I? Listen, Pan, I need to get to the area I need to go to.” I explained quickly.

“And where may that be?” his sudden politeness conflicted with his everyday cockiness.

“The restricted area.” I said.

“Is that so?” I expected him to be angry, but he seems, by far, amused.

“Don’t ask me. Felix was the one who told me to go there.” I shrugged it off. He took note of this behavior.

“Well, then just follow me. Let’s act like your route never existed. Shall we?” Before I could ask how I could follow him, I heard his footsteps and I managed to stick close by him. If I looked hard enough, I could see a dark form moving in front of me. Hopefully that was Pan and not his shadow. I followed him and risked falling into ditches, tripping, and losing my balance until the ground beneath us shifted. It was no longer hard rock we were standing on, but many, many little rocks. It had to have been the beach. Pan’s dark form had been blocking the sight of the ocean and I took a step aside to look. Excited to see freedom at last, it faltered when I realized that there was no moon.

“What happened to the moon?”

“It’s a moonless sky. We do these activities when there is no light to be found in the island. Except in the beginning, of course, when the campsite is fully lit.” Pan explained. I still couldn’t see him clearly, but I could make out the form of his face. I was dangerously close to him so I took a few steps back until I felt comfortable. He took one step closer and that closed the distance between us. My blood ran cold and I could feel him raise his brows at me.

“Something the matter, Y/N?” the way he said my name with such clever amusement irked me.

“Yes, actually. You see, killers normally lead their victims in secluded areas before, you know, killing them. Knowing you, this is probably one of those situations.” I rambled while trying to make my point. His laugh gave me this uneasy feeling that settled in my stomach.

“I would never kill my own Lost Boy. Girl, in this case.”

“Are you sure? Maybe when Felix was in my state, this is what you did to him, and so since then he’s been so afraid that he has decided to serve you and become your precious and most loyal Lost Boy.”

“What an interesting theory. It’s a shame that it’s not true.” Pan explained and I felt his body heat wane again. We stood awkwardly in silence until he spoke. “Come, we should return to the campsite. Dawn is soon to come.”

I followed him back the way I followed him to the beach--by trying hard. It took much, much longer to go back to the campsite. When we finally saw the light and the fire appear in our sight, I stopped and looked at Pan with happiness and joy. I ran into the camp expecting to see everyone, but there was only Felix and a few other lost boys. My smile dropped.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, confusion clear on my face.

“Lost. Looks like many will have to redo this.” Felix said as he sharpened his weapon. I didn’t notice Pan enter behind me.

“Felix, did you know that Y/N has a very interesting theory about you?” I looked at Pan with horror stricken on my face.

“Is that so?” Felix said and smirked before returning to his weapon. I heard many woo’s come from around the campsite and I raised my brow at them. It wasn’t until I looked at Pan did I realize.

“How come Y/N gets help or special treatment?” a Lost Boy questioned. Another boy leaned close into his ear and explained his reasoning. I could tell because his face turned into an expression of realization. It was probably some stupid assumption, I guess.

“Wait, so where is my Lost Boy that I was supposed to get at the end of the route? They must be very lonely at the moment.” I asked Pan.

“Don’t you get it?” he faced me. “I am your Lost Boy.” my cheeks turned a fiery red and I heard Felix chuckle behind us.

“You’re so late, Y/N. Congratulations, I guess.” Felix stated.

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~Mayhem ;3