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Red (Part I)

Pairing: Peter Pan/Wendy 

‘Red’ Summary  In which gang leader of the Lost Ones and daughter/left-hand to gang leader Killian Jones meet for the first time. Things take an interesting turn...

Red-Handed Jill. Daughter of a high-profile gang leader in the dark corrupt world of drugs, hush-money and violence behind closed doors, and daughter of a respectable banker in the world of the socially elite in public. 

At night, when dangerous streets become a reflection of the Underworld, she’s known as either Red-Handed Jill or Jill Jones. In the day, she’s known as the meek and obedient Wendy Darling. It’s been so long, she can’t tell which is the real her anymore. Maybe she’s a mixture of both. As soon as she puts on her blood-red gloves (how she got her nickname in the underworld) she thrives off the violence, the power she has over men with those gloves on her hands. Yet, as soon as those gloves come off, she’s just the same little girl who will do anything to please her father and get rewarded with his attention. She knows in life she’s missing something. Surely, there’s more to life than money and violence and Father’s approval. She just has to find it: what the true meaning of life is to her.

She discovers it one night on another of her father’s little meetings. By ‘meeting’ she means in an empty car park on the wrong side of town behind an old abandoned warehouse, face-to-face with another gang.

To say she’s shocked to see what she does would be an understatement. In front of her father’s gang, boys ranging from roughly twelve to seventeen years old stand on guard; some with knives, some with guns, some wearing knuckledusters on their fingers. Face-to-face with her father stands a boy with brown hair and green eyes glaring a daring, smouldering gaze. He must be their leader. But how? He looks no older than her.

- Hello, Killian. Long-time no see. 

The boy’s tone’s practically dripping with arrogance, a thin, smug smirk stretching his cheeks. 

- Watch it, boy, her father hisses. I know you’ve been trespassing on my territory and killing my men. 

- Now, now, Killian. Thought you knew me better than that, the boy taunts. 

Her father must’ve given him the look as next thing she knows, the boy’s turned round to face his gang, arms stretched out wide. 

- Hear that, boys? Killian doubts us. 

The boy turns back round to face her father. 

- And he knows the punishment for such a claim without proof. 

Now this, Jill can’t stand: her father being belittled by another gang leader. 

- We have proof! she proclaims.

The boy’s head snaps towards her, a new glint in his eyes before he turns back to face her father once more. 

- Who’s this little bird you’ve got here, Killian? A new toy? 

Jill wants to throw up. Her and her…eewww. 

- My daughter, Pan. Leave her out of this. 

- I’ll be the judge of whether I should leave her out of this or not. What’s that, Bird? You have proof? the boy, Pan, asks, meeting her eyes with a challenging look. And Red-Handed Jill never backs away from a challenge. It’s a sign of cowardice, of weakness, a chance for the challenger to have a reason to disrespect the one they challenge. 

Yes, she says, sharpening her resolve. We have footage of one of your boys shooting one of ours between the eyes.

The smug, arrogant smirk returns. 

- Little bird’s got fire, I see. I like fire. 

Ignoring the obvious flirtation within Pan’s statement, and the hideous glare her father’s shooting Pan’s way, Jill responds:  - Well? Do you want to see this proof that you apparently need that your boys were on our territory because you can’t keep track of them?

 If arrogance is the only way to get through to this conceited prick, then so be it.

Suddenly, Pan squares his shoulders, his smug grin sharpening, and her father’s warning glare turns her way.

- You’re treading on dangerous territory, Bird. Questioning me as a leader…It’s like you don’t know the ropes of my world. 

- And you’re challenging my position in this world. How can it be yours if I’ve never heard of you until tonight? 

Pan leans forward, his lips almost brushing her ear as he whispers in a lethal tone:  - And tonight you’ll never forget. 

Jill clenches her eyes shut in an attempt to suppress the shiver begging to escape.

When she opens her eyes again, Pan has stepped away from her and turned his head to his boys. 

- Well, boys, it looks like some gangsters in our world have forgotten why we rule over them. Let’s give them a reminder, shall we? 

All of his boys cheer and Pan turns back round. 

- My boys have spoken, Killian. So…let’s play.

- Look, Pan, as my daughter said, we have proof if that’s what you need. 

- I said: let’s play!

And thus begins a symphony of howls of pain, roars of anger, blasts of bullets. And somewhere in this chaos, the daughter of Killian Jones and the gang leader of the Lost Ones come face to face. They prowl in a circle like two wolves, both waiting for the other to strike.

Finally, the first knife is driven forward. Jill’s. Pan catches her wrist but instead of prying the dagger out of her grip, he grabs her wrist, pulling her closer. He uses his other hand to grab the back of her neck. He presses his lips against hers.

Jill knows this is wrong. He’s her father’s enemy, and so hers, for God’s sake! But there’s just something about him, about the way he kisses her; so passionate, so raw, so rough. There’s something in that kiss that she just can’t resist.

Eventually, he pulls away.

- Until next time, Bird.

With that, he runs off into the distance, calling the Lost Ones off, leaving a very torn, very confused Jill behind. In that moment, just three thoughts run through her mind, kicking up a torrent of emotion.

What just happened? 

I hope Father didn’t see. 

There’ll be a next time?       

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if your ex was not exactly like sweet stevie (or better…) …🤨🤨 he’s stinky fr and i’m glad he’s your ex lol— you deserve all the sweet soft doting on your period and beyond 😌👍

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summary | steve dotes on you when your period's causing you pain.

pairing | bf!steve rogers x reader

warnings | reader's having period cramps, meds mention (ibuprofen), stevie is the cutest and i love him, tummy rubs hehe :'-), just soooo fluffy and cute and sweet <3

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requested by anon | Have you done a period cramps hurt / comfort before? That would be so soft. Maybe Stucky comforting her? She always needs to be in one of their arms at all times. 🥺

an | this is such a cute idea, thanks for sending in sweet nonnie!!! hope it's okay i just went with stevie for this one, tbh i haven't been writing any seb liiike at all not even bucky so :^) here is sweet amazing wonderful perfect bf!stevie for you!!! with a guest appearance by bestie!sam hehe &lt;3

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Steve can't help but frown down at you in concern; you're clearly in pain as you writhe against him, struggling to find a position that's comfortable. "Here- let's use this, doll," he suggests as he reaches over and grabs a pillow to place beside him, easing your head down against it as he lays your midsection over his lap. Sighing at the small sense of relief the new arrangement brings, you wrap your arm around the man's own as he brings a gentle hand down to rub over your tummy. "There you go, good girl. Just relax."

Your gaze travels warily over to the generic white pill bottle sitting on the coffee table. Reading your mind, Steve asks, "Those kickin' in yet?"

"Not yet," you mumble, but you're not surprised. It was less than ten minutes ago that you took them- all you can do now is wait.

"You want me to grab you an ice pack? Or maybe warm you up something to drink?" the kind man offers as his gentle hand draws circles over your tender skin. Shaking your head, you turn a little to look at him better.

"Jus' wanna stay here with you, please," you request shyly. At your timid words, Steve's face softens with affection.

"Of course, doll. You don't even have to ask- gonna stay right here with you, darlin'. Wanna take care of my best girl." At the sight of you laying so unguarded in his lap, with your smaller arms wrapped around his, and big eyes blinking up at him so mildly, Steve can't cope with the thought of leaving you alone, not even for a moment. With his free hand, he reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his phone.

"What's up?" you ask with a raised brow.

"Just texting Sam, gonna have him run to the store for us. You need some chocolate, and something nice for a bath later. And- we're almost out of pain meds." Smiling at the man, you bring his hand up to your lips to kiss his fingers gently. Steve pauses to smile at you, rubbing your cheek lovingly. "Was gonna go myself, but there's no way I could leave you now. You're stayin' right here, young lady, 'til you're feelin' all better. Captain's orders."

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Red (Part V)

Pairing: Peter Pan/Wendy

‘Red’ Summary In which gang leader of the Lost Ones and daughter/left-hand to gang leader Killian Jones meet for the first time. Things take an interesting turn...

Part V Summary In which Wendy, Tink and Lily head into town to go to the best diner. There, Wendy tells them about the ‘job’ her father has for her and the three draw to one conclusion...

A car horn beeps outside, like three, rhythmic taps. Wendy’s big brown eyes trail over to her bedroom door, the start to her escape route. Thank God they’re here!

She looks back at her father, gaze hardening, her stomach churning from both disappointment and disbelief. 

- I’ve got to go, she states, making no comment on their conversation about his request. 

- Wendy…

But she’s already spun on her heels and is halfway out the door. She refuses to hear any more of his bullshit. Why would he need her to do that? It’s not like the Red Wolves are struggling.

Are they?

For a second, Wendy halts on the stairs. What if they are? If her father can keep the story behind the Red Wolves’ rivalry with the Lost Ones a secret, who’s to say he can’t keep the Red Wolves’ success – or lack thereof – one too?

Another three beeps, more erratic than the last, snaps her out of her thoughts. That’s right. Car. She’s getting a lift from Tink to the local diner.

Knowing she’s probably wasted at least a minute on her thoughts, she takes longer, quicker strides down the stairs and out the door.

A small green car is parked along the path, directly opposite the front door. A wide, genuine smile stretches across Wendy’s face. Behind the wheel is Tink, of course, and in the back is Lily.

All three of them are grinning as Wendy walks round to the front passenger side and climbs in.

Tink turns to face her.

- Ready? she asks.

- Hell yeah! Wendy exclaims.

Tink’s eyebrows raise.

- Woah! You never say that. What happened?

- I’ll tell you at the diner.

Tink nods and restarts the car, pulling out onto the road.

In a few moments, the girls are off, heading towards the middle of the town where all the most-used shops and businesses are.

Finally, Tink pulls up alongside Granny’s Diner, run by Widow Lucas, who everyone just calls Granny because of her wise, friendly nature, with the help of her granddaughter, Ruby.

The girls climb out of the car and enter the diner, sitting at their usual table on their left by the front window. Wendy takes a seat with her back to the window, Tink and Lily opposite her.

- Alright. We’re here now. So what happened? Tink asks.

Wendy looks over her shoulder at their usual waitress, wondering if now’s a good time to tell them. The waitress, Ruby, looks busy leaning against one of the tables flirtatiously, chatting animatedly with one of the regulars.

Reassured that they won’t get interrupted, Wendy looks back at the girls and explains.

- It’s my dad.

- When isn’t it? Lily scoffs.

Wendy glares at her.

- Continue, Lily says after clearing her throat.

Wendy rolls her eyes but does so all the same.

- Anyway. My dad…he said he had a job for me.

- And you don’t want to do this job? Tink asks.

She shakes her head.

- No, he err…he wants me to seduce Pan and try and get some information out of him about his gang.

Both Tink and Lily gasp.

- He wants to play dirty? asks Lily.

- He’s a gang leader, Lily. He always plays dirty, Wendy states, raising an eyebrow.

- No, but…you know what I mean.

- I didn’t think the Red Wolves needed to sink that low. I thought they were doing well, says Tink, tilting her head in confusion.

- That’s what I thought too. Apparently, we’re not and he feels threatened by Pan. I guess their victory against us that night helped in his decision.

- But…why? Tink asks.

Why you? Why that? Those are the questions she means to ask. Wendy shrugs.

- He saw Pan and I kissing, Tink. He caught us that time in the car park and apparently he caught us again at his event.

Tink’s eyes widen.

- Seriously?

Wendy nods.

- And he wants me to seduce him at his club, the Neverland Spring, tonight.

- Wait…I’m confused. Is there something I missed? Lily pipes up.

Tink and Wendy look at her, nodding; Wendy more embarrassed and Tink more proud.

- Oh, you missed a lot, Lils, Tink says, throwing an arm around her. Our dear friend Wendy here has only gone and started something with daddy dearest’s rival.

It takes a minute, but finally Lily catches on.

- You sly fox! You kissed Pan: gang leader of the Lost Ones, youngest gang leader in years?

- Yes?

- Damn, girl. I wish I was in your shoes. So many girls throw themselves at him but not one has managed to catch his eye…ever.

Wendy’s eyes widen.

- You seem to know him quite well.

- Oh, I don’t. But I’m a model. Anyone who’s anyone in the limelight in the world of celebrities knows who he is. Well, his renowned side anyway. But if you’ve managed to catch his eye…maybe this job is a blessing in disguise. You two might hit it off, ya never know.

- But I don’t know anything about him.

- Well then, we’ll just need to do some investigating, Tink declares.

While she and Lily smirk, Wendy just shakes her head in disbelief.

Just as Tink leans forward, stretching her index finger ready to point to who’ll be doing what, Ruby steps up to their table to take their orders. Two Lattes and one ginger tea.  

Tink makes a noise of disgust at the back of her throat. Lily narrows her eyes at her, daring her.

After jotting down their orders, Ruby struts over to the counter to hand the orders over to Granny.

- How can you drink that?

- I like it. Problem?

- Yeah! I’m just trying to understand something. It has no taste and has a really strong smell. What’s there to like about it?

- You just have less taste buds.

- Guys! Wendy snaps, breaking up the pointless bickering. Can we get back to what we were talking about before ginger tea?

The two girls nod, taken aback by Wendy’s outburst. She hardly ever gets like this in public.

- Thank you. Tink, you were saying…

Tink shakes her head, snapping herself out of her state of shock.

- Right. Lily...

She points her index finger at Lily.

- You find out any small personal details you can. Pan’s favourite colour, what he likes to eat, etcetera.

Lily nods.

- Wendy,

She points at Wendy.

- You do any background research you can since you’re the one going into the lion’s den. As for me…I’ll try and find out what I can about this nightclub of his: the Neverland Spring. Agreed?

- Agreed, Wendy and Lily chorus.

Ruby returns to the table with the girls’ orders.

- Two Lattes and one ginger tea.

One Latte is placed in front of Tink, the other in front of Wendy. Then a small mug of ginger tea is placed in front of Lily.      

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Red (Part II)

Pairing: Peter Pan/Wendy 

‘Red’ Summary In which gang leader of the Lost Ones and daughter/left-hand to gang leader Killian Jones meet for the first time. Things take an interesting turn... 

Part II Summary In which Killian Jones, George Darling in the world of the socially elite, is throwing a business party and an unexpected, unwelcome guest arrives...

Strapless burgundy Faviana designer dress with a slit up the skirt. Honey brown diva curls clipped back into a half-up half-down do. Rimmel-London-rouged lips. Painted nails. As intended, the daughter of the wealthy George Darling sticks out like a red rose amongst white roses. Everyone else pales in comparison to her.

- Love your dress, one girl said. 

- What’s your secret? another asked, referring to her hair.

Wendy paid the compliments no mind, even went as far as ignoring one young man who asked her for a dance, but relented when she caught sight of her father’s glaring blue. Apparently, the guy was the son of a wealthy bank manager – a proud manager of a successful international bank, rumours say.

After just one dance, Wendy had somehow managed to lose sight of the boy. While Edward has blonde hair and blue eyes, all that was on Wendy’s mind was a certain brown-haired, green-eyed young man and couldn’t even sway herself into enjoying the dance to be polite.

So now here she is, at the edge of the hall her father had booked for the evening, an index finger lightly tracing her lips, careful not to smudge the lipstick, as she thinks back to that night. What a night!

The first night in a long time that her father’s gang had actually suffered some great losses: both gang members and a victory. While the Red Wolves had suffered the bloodshed of many of their own, the Lost Ones had won at the cost of a couple of theirs. To say Wendy’s father was livid was an understatement. His red face and piercing glare wasn’t even half of the earful she’d got when they got back to their safehouse.

At the safehouse, an old pub called the Jolly Roger that no one except the gang uses anymore, Wendy’s father had made sure to pull up way before any of the others. Once both were out the car, he instantly grabbed Wendy’s wrist and dragged her inside. 

- Get in here now! he’d ordered. 

Once the door was shut behind them, he started his rant.

As it turned out, he had caught Wendy and Pan kissing out in the car park during the fight. Never had she seen such disappointment and outrage in his eyes.

As of yet, all she can think about isn’t that look her father had never given her before, nor the losses in her father’s gang. It’s the kiss she can’t seem to get over. His lips…the heat of his body…his arms around her…his tongue. No boy or man has ever kissed her like that before. The few that have exceeded her father’s expectations and managed to steal a kiss in the past were either too rough, too needy, too sloppy, or too quick. Nothing unforgettable.

Wendy’s not quite sure what it is that has made this kiss so special. Is it because his kiss was a perfect mixture, a perfect balance of roughness, experience, passion? Is it because he’s the first one to not give a fuck if he gets caught by her father? Is it because she senses everything she yearns for within him: recklessness, adventure, freedom? She doesn’t know.

- What are you doing here? Wendy suddenly hears her father demand, just within earshot. 

- I thought we were friends, came the goading response from an all-too-familiar voice. 

- Leave, Pan. I don’t want you causing a scene. 

- I didn’t think I was, Killian. All I did was quietly walk in here. I think it’s you who’s causing a scene. 

- Don’t test me, boy. 

- Wouldn’t dream of it.

Curiously, Wendy turns her head. Killian and Pan are standing on their own, apparently having a face-off and she sees that a few people have started to notice. Fortunately, Pan walks away, leaving a scowling Killian in his wake.

Her eyes widen. Dressed in a tux, it looks like he’s walking towards her. His head’s held high, his eyes are unwavering, and that infuriating smirk is oozing with confidence.

As he makes his way over, determined to appear unfazed by him, Wendy stares right back at him.

- Well, well, well…fancy seeing you here tonight, Bird, he says in a sultry voice once he’s reached her. 

Wendy rolls her eyes. 

- Of course I’m here. It’s my father’s event. Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be leaving now? Some members of my father’s gang are here as well, you know. 

- If I recall, me and my boys dealt with them pretty easily last time. 

- But your boys aren’t here tonight, are they? 

- Actually, I think you’ll find they are. 

At that, Pan gestures over his shoulder with his thumb. Wendy follows it. 

- See that boy with blonde hair and a scar running down his face? 

Wendy nods. Indeed there is. A boy with blonde curly hair gelled to look more tamed, a pretty blonde chatting to him. Wait…she recognises that pretty blonde. The same blonde who helped her get ready earlier. 

- That’s Felix.

Wendy glares up at him. 

- Tink? Seriously, Pan? 

Pan holds his hands up in surrender. 

- I didn’t tell him to. We can have fun at these things too. In fact, that’s what we live for: fun.

Wendy crosses her arms, unconvinced, and raises an eyebrow. 

- You find killing people fun? 

- There’s a thrill to it. Wouldn’t you agree, Jill? 

The way her name slowly rolls off his tongue is enough to make her shiver with excitement. God, what is happening to her? She’s hardly a virgin and no longer the inexperienced pre-teen she used to be. Wait…how does he…

- How do you know my name? she asks, re-cementing her walls. 

- One word, Bird: background check. I know everything. Red-Handed Jill by night, Wendy Darling by day. But, that kind of information is all on paper. What I want to know is you on a more personal level.

Wendy clenches her fists. Why does he have to be so smooth? Why can’t he just go?

- So, what do you say, Bird? Care for a dance?

Once again, she’s torn. That seems to be happening a lot lately. She stares at his hand, indecisive.

She glances over at her father, who now seems occupied with the presence of several social elites and their partners.

She glances over at her friend, who seems to be getting awfully friendly with the young man Pan called Felix with her body leaning against his, arm resting on his shoulder as they clink their glasses together, her green column-shaped knee-length dress riding up to the middle of her thigh. Wendy can’t watch.

She’s made her decision, deciding to go with instinct and ignore her head for once.

She takes Pan’s hand.