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When I was 17 my appendix ruptured because I thought I was just having period cramps and didn’t go to the hospital so don’t tell me PMS symptoms are no big deal

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You Need Me - Chapter 5

Chapter 4: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/161183411924/you-need-me-chapter-4 Chapter 3: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/161038388214/you-need-me-chapter-3 Chapter 2: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/160316574284/you-need-me Chapter 1: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/160246001774/you-need-me-okay-short-disclaimer-to-start-with (Your P.O.V) “Y/N! Y/N, guess what?!” Henry exclaims, running like a new-born animal down the woodland trail. The rest of the boys and Pan are not too far behind him. “What is it, Henry?” I ask through a chuckle, catching him by the arms. “Pan showed me how to fly properly! He says I’m a natural! How cool is that?!” Henry shouts happily like an excited child on their birthday. “That’s amazing Henry! I knew you would be great at it,” I smile, giving him a small hug. I have to say, over the couple of days; Henry has begun to grow on me. This is presenting quite the dilemma, what with the plan we have in store for him. I make eye contact with Pan and it’s almost as if he knows my thoughts, he gestures his head towards the sheltered hut and I follow him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Pan asks almost as soon as we are far enough away from the rest of camp. “What do you mean?” I ask back, looking at the ground and crossing my arms. “Don’t play that game. Y/N, I fear you are becoming too attached to Henry and you won’t be able to do what needs to be done when the time comes,” He paces to the back of the hut and stands staring at me, his shoulders rising and falling with his breaths. “I am not becoming too attached,” I retort, “although whilst we’re on the subject, I do believe that was the first time you used his name.” “What are you insinuating?” Pan walks forward quickly, his voice heavy and low. “Oh…nothing,” I reply, feigning innocence, “Just hoping your judgement isn’t as clouded as you fear mine to be.” He cocks an eyebrow and with his jaw slightly open, I notice his tongue grazing the bottom of his teeth as he further closes the gap between us. “Are you really questioning me now? The island’s power may be dwindling but I can still-” I cut off Pan by forcefully pressing my hand against his chest. I can feel his every breathe heave under my fingertips and my breath catches as I inhale. “I’m going to leave before you say something you will regret,” I warn him, turning to leave, “Don’t forget Pan, he’s likely to trust us if we are more united than those sad excuses for rescuers coming for him. Think on that rather than doubting me.” All of a sudden Pan seems to be questioning my loyalty to him when in reality, I have been the only one to be loyal from the very beginning. None of the lost boys have been here as long as I have. None of them have seen or endured what we have together. – “Charlie said they aren’t too far off,” I inform Pan curtly as I skim past him, sliding an extra knife into my hip band. “I’ll get the boys into position for the ambush,” he responds dryly, not even making eye contact. I try to ignore it as I gather a jacket and scarf of Henry’s. Pan stands up and as I walk back towards the trail I throw the items into his chest, winding him slightly. I hear him huff and I smirk, stalking away from him. The boys have gathered all their weapons and ammunition in a large pile in the middle of camp and I inspect the arrows and daggers. Picking up an arrow and twirling it between my thumb and forefinger, I notice these new weapons haven’t been coated in dreamshade. I hover above the group and begin to fly up and above the tree tops. My eyes scan the jungle below until they land on a small group of bushes. I slowly come down to land on the group next to the plants. I pull my long dagger out from my hip band and slash several stems adorned with thorns from the bush, quickly enchanting them so they hover beside me as I fly back to camp. After landing, I slide my dagger back into place and turn the stems in mid-air so the most thorns face downwards. “Boys, come and adjust your weapons!” I tell them, steadying the plants as the poison drips from the thorns. They all gather round and hold their weapons underneath the dripping thorns, coating the arrowheads and daggers. “They’re coming!” Charlie whispers loudly, running almost silently through camp to his ambush spot. The other scatter and I wave my hand over the branches causing them to disappear as I too run for my spot. “Henry? Henry!” I hear Emma shout forcefully as she and her hapless band of rescuers rush into our camp. Pan is in position at the top of the hill and turns around slowly, uttering some witty comment. Such a dramatic arse. Suddenly, he calls on the boys and the ambush begins. The boys whoop and call as arrows and daggers launch from all directions. I throw a small dagger in the direction of Emma but it is blocked by Charming’s sword. I growl in frustration, instead launching one at Snow White. The dutiful husband pushes her out of the path of danger but I notice he is nicked by one of the boys’ arrows as he does so. Grinning, I run to another spot to get a better angle. I grab the handle of another dagger and send it spinning towards the Evil Queen but Hook intercepts it. “Looks like you’ve lost your touch Y/N!” The irritating pirate smirks. “Better watch your step, Pirate!” I retort, gesturing my hands toward his feet and roots protrude from the ground snake around his boots. One of the boys hits him in the chest and he topples backwards. I turn my attention to another, laughing at Hook. Next thing I know, I hear a crackling sound and Pan has pushed me out of the way of a fireball. It hits a tree trunk, exploding on impact and I see Pan’s almost serious expression illuminated by the flames as he looks down at me. My anger flares and I send a charcoal grey fireball back at Regina. She stops it with her hand and a smug grin but that swiftly changes as my fireball bursts into a smoking shroud which surrounds her group. “Go to Henry!” Pan shouts to me. I nod and he whistles for the boys to stop and retreat to him. I teleport to our other camp to find Henry sitting despondently with two other boys. “Why the long face?” I ask, trailing towards the three boys sitting around the campfire. “What did you to my family?” Henry spits, narrowing his eyes at me. “We just gave them a warning. They cheated and now they know what happens when you break the rules,” I reply seriously. I dismiss the boys guarding Henry. “I’m sorry you hate it here Henry,” I say, softening my tone and sitting next to him on a log. “But there isn’t much I can do.” “I just miss my family,” he replies kindly, taking my cupped hands in his, “and I don’t like being lied to.” “I don’t lie!” I say perhaps a little too quickly. “Or at least I try not to. It’s just hard to be trustworthy when you’re someone that everyone perceives to be a villain.” “I don’t think you’re a villain,” Henry persists sincerely, smiling optimistically. I return his smile and in the back of my mind I think it is somewhat genuine. The quite moment is promptly ruined by the boys all returning in a raucous rabble. “Did you see Hook’s face?!” “Some Evil Queen! She could barely keep up!” “I think I hit the Prince!” Only a few snatches of the laughing and jeering I hear amongst the shouting. “Y/N! I want to chat,” Pan comes up beside me and grabs my arm, leading me away from the middle of camp and into a clearing. “What did you think you were doing? Vigilant at all times! Do you even care if you get hurt?!” He begins a tirade of shouting. “Do you even care?” I cross my arms, narrowing my eyes and shaking my head slightly. “Wouldn’t you just smirk, look me up and down patronisingly and move on?” “Does it even cross you mind that I might care what happens to you? Hence the saving.” Pan scowls and paces towards me slowly. “Why? Just tell me that,” my voice lowering to barely a whisper as we have the same fight for the hundredth time. “Because I need you.” Well, that’s a new one. Pan continues slowly, “Because I don’t know what I would do without you. Because without you, nothing really makes sense. Without you, I see no reason in living an immortal life.” I stare at Pan, mouth slightly open, arms now limp at my sides. Never, in the hundreds of years on this island, has he said anything like that to me. It was always a short response with nothing to go on but this is completely new territory. Before I can form a response, Pan’s hand comes up to cup my face and his penetrating eyes bore into mine as he further closes the gap between us. Please let me stay in this moment for as long as possible. “Peter,” I whisper, barely any air actually passing my lips. My hands find his elbows as we hug ourselves into each other. “Pan! Where are you?!” Damn it Felix! Both of our heads whip round and we spring apart just as Felix, the bumbling boy-wonder, comes crashing through the trees. “What is it Felix?” Peter asks monotonously with a steely gaze, folding his arms and leaning slightly onto one foot. Felix looks from Pan to me but obviously can’t put two and bloody two together and proceeds to unload a new ambush attack plan on Pan, completely ignoring me, of course. I roll my eyes and stalk back to camp. I’m not even completely sure what that was but Felix sure as hell ruined it and it’s highly unlikely it’ll happen again any time soon. I find Henry lurking in a corner on the ground, disturbing the dirt with a stick and I sit across from him, leaning onto a tree. “Question. What makes you believe so…truly?” I ask, makes quotations with my fingers when I say the word ‘truly’. “What do you mean? In magic?” He quizzes back. “Magic, fate, love, any of it,” I list off, glancing around the camp at the boys making their little celebrations after the ambush. “It’s what makes the world better. Why wouldn’t I want to believe in any of that?” “So, it was fate that your birth mother would abandon you? That made your world better?” I pressed on. Henry’s expression falters for a second and I instantly regret it but these things must be said if everything is to go to plan. Henry must be angry for being abandoned by Emma and she must remain bitter about her own abandonment. “I-it was meant to happen…for my own good,” Henry stutters out half-heartedly like a semi-truth he’s comforted himself with many times before. “Maybe, but think of all those experiences with Emma that you missed out on because she didn’t want to be a mother. That must sting a little. Just because she wasn’t ready, you had to pay the consequences. Call me naïve; I thought fate would be a little fairer than that.” “Fate is kind of like magic. There’s a price sometimes and although someone may pay that now, everything should balance out later,” Henry replies, although I think he is trying to convince himself more than me at this point. “You’re probably right Henry. Try and get some sleep later on,” I stand up and brush myself off, “If it’s too loud come and find me and I’ll charm the air around you to block out noise. At least one of us should get some sleep.” I walk away, leaving Henry to contemplate everything. I see Pan materialise from the jungle and we make eye contact for a moment and nod to each other. He takes care of Emma and I take care of Henry. The lost boys continue their celebrating well into the early hours of the next morning, their chanting and whooping filling the air. ~Taglist~

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You Need Me - Chapter 4

Chapter 3: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/161038388214/you-need-me-chapter-3 Chapter 2: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/160316574284/you-need-me Chapter 1: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/160246001774/you-need-me-okay-short-disclaimer-to-start-with Your P.O.V Word count: 1,579 Last night I sent away just one boy, Jonas, and once he was gone, I went through the routine of taking the memories of him from all of the lost boys. Pan is always the most difficult simply because he’s such a light sleeper after all of the time we’ve spent running from danger on the island, hence the flying. Unfortunately, before I began the routine, I didn’t check that every boy was in fact asleep. The ever brooding, slumped figure of Felix was laying barely awake in the corner when I started taking memories from the first boy. “What are you doing?” He asked in a hushed, questioning tone. I whipped around and immediately saw his eyes reflecting in the dim light of the dying fire. “You should be sleeping,” I tried to chastise him. “What did you do just now?” He asked a little louder and I saw one or two of the boys stirring in their sleep. “Be quiet, Felix. He was just having a bad dream so I was jus-” “You were taking something from his head. Why?…What did you do?” Felix questioned further, pausing as he began to think more about what I was doing. “You’re being ridiculous, you’re just tired,” I reasoned with him, walking over to him so he didn’t raise his voice further. I crouched down to his level and pulled out a small vial filled with powder, “I was just giving him some of this to help him get rid of his bad dreams.” “What’s that?” He asked and I tipped a little into my hand to show it to him. I smiled gently at him before blowing it into his face in a twinkling pink cloud. “Poppy dust,” I whispered as he slumped down onto his bed, completely knocked out. I proceeded to take the memories from that night as well as any memories of Jonas so as to not arouse suspicion. -Morning- “Y/N, has she been fed recently?” Pan asks me as I gather another couple of logs for the fire. “Fairly recently but I can take her some more food after breakfast when you’ve taken the boy out again. How is it going with him so far?” I ask, picking up three logs from the pile. “Not so well, he constantly talked about his family as if them coming to get him is the only thing he believes in,” Peter grumbles, picking up another couple of logs for me. “Well then, you’ll just have to get Henry to believe in you like that,” I reply as if it were the most obvious response. “And how will I do that?” He asks in an irritated tone. “Start with getting him to trust you. Eventually, he’ll have to be able to trust you with his life so start small,” I placate him, “Remember how long it took for you to trust me when we met?” “Because you nearly killed me several times within a week of knowing me but I suppose you’re right. I’ll take him out separate to the group so we can talk,” He plans, throwing his two logs onto the fire. “Why not take him out for a flying lesson this evening? He’s desperate to learn,” I tell him. “But I thought he asked you to do that?” “True, but if he learns from you who will he be more likely to trust?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. “What would I do without you?” He grins, taking my logs and placing them onto the arrangement. “Just let me know how it goes,” I remind him, disregarding his comment. He nods and throws me a smirking grin as he gathers the boys for a scouting party, presumably for the ‘new arrivals’ to the island we’ve been expecting. -Flashback- “I know it’s a leap of faith but just trust me on this! I have the pixie dust so do you want to fly or not?” I ask, folding my arms and tilting my head to the side. “Of course I want to fly again but why should I trust you and why does it have to be off of a cliff on the first go?” Pan asks, gesturing towards the edge with a tone a mixture of stubbornness and incredulity. “Well I have no intention of letting you die and the cliff is so that there’s enough…space,” I respond, holding my ground. “To what? Fly?” Pan raises a brow at me. “No. Fall,” I state simply, uncross into my arms and walking towards the cliff edge. “Fall?!” Pan exclaims. “It’s unlikely you’re going to fly from the very beginning, first time so, yes. It’s like a run up…but you’re falling instead,” I tell him, hoping it sounds more positive. “You’re crazy,” he smiles, shaking his head a little. “Pan, you’re learning how to fly, my emotional status is the least of your worries right now,” I laugh at his priorities. “Okay, fine. How do you stand when you’re learning this sort of thing again?” He questions, cocking his eyebrow at me. “Stand at the edge with your arms out to the side for balance,” I instruct him and he complies as I list off the instruction, “Keep your head up, legs parted a little, hips in line with the neck and shoulders.” I push his lower back in a little to correct his posture and we make direct eye contact as I pull his shoulders back. “What now?” He asks, a little breathless from fear I imagine. “Think happy thoughts,” I grin as I push him over the edge. He immediately begins screaming and yelling for help so I dive down to aid him. “You tricked me!” Pan yells, flailing his arms like a bird. I keep pace with him as he continues to fall. “Remember how you felt as a boy!” I grab his hand and pull him up. “Stay level! And just remember!” I shout, directing him out over the island. He closes his eyes and adjusts his body into the position I told him to back on the cliff edge, still gripping my hand tightly. Soon, I feel all his weight that I was carrying become lifted. I slowly ease my hand out of his grip as we fly low over a stretch of sand on the beach. Suddenly his eyes fly open and he shouts, “Who said you could let go?!” Pan looks from his now empty hand to me and his position falters, he begins flailing again and falls onto the sand body slam style. “Pan!” I exclaim half concerned, half laughing. I float down to meet him on the sand and he’s sitting up, spitting out grains of sand and dusting himself off. “Not bad for a first run,” I chuckle, sitting down next to him in the sand. “Well next time don’t let go without telling me, okay?” Pan says in an almost vulnerable tone, turning around to face the horizon with me. “Okay, Pan, I won’t let go,” I sigh, watching the sunset and the waves and feeling the faint brush of his fingers as he once again takes my hand in his. -Flashback over- I gather up a few pieces of food and a large cup of water. Berries, a couple of slices of meat and some cut up bits of bread I was going to eat and that should hopefully be enough. I wind my way through the trees before I come to her cage. “Hello, Wendy,” I greet her, opening the cage and peeking in. “Oh, it’s you,” she sighs in relief and crawls out. I materialise two chairs and a table for us to sit at while she eats. “Thank you so much,” she says as I put out the food and water I brought for her. “It’s no bother, I just hope Pan doesn’t realise how much I give you or we’ll both be in trouble,” I grin as she bites into a slice of bread. “Is he always going to send you now?” She asks timidly as she swallows her mouthful. “Yes, after the last time we sent Felix, Pan doesn’t trust him to do this anymore,” I smile. When Felix was instructed to give food to Wendy, he got a little overconfident and allowed to start escaping before he tackled her to the ground. Pan was furious when he found out and made an example of Felix as ‘damaged leverage is worthless leverage’. “That’s good,” Wendy gives me a small smile before scoffing several berries. “I think he’s getting closer to letting you out,” I offer as a lighter note to the conversation. “Really?! Why?” She asks excitedly. “Well the main plan is moving forward as hoped so eventually he won’t need you anymore,” I shrug with a smile and she returns it fondly. Pan’s P.O.V “Pan, listen to me, Y/N is hiding something, even from you,” Felix starts to tell me something as we scout around the jungle in our group of two “She could never hide anything from me you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I dismiss his idea immediately. “But, think about it! Sometimes, when you wake up, doesn’t something about the camp feel a little emptier but you can’t explain why and it’s almost as if you forget about that later on?” He persists, trying to explain his thoughts but failing to articulate them well. “No. Are you just bitter because she beat you again last night?” I grin, moving branches out of our way. “No. Are you acting blind because maybe you feel something for her?” Taglist: @fandom-planet-lover Chapter 5: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/163188655984/you-need-me-chapter-5

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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You Need Me - Chapter 3

Chapter 1:You Need Me - Chapter 3 Chapter 2: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/160316574284/you-need-me Chapter 1: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/160246001774/you-need-me-okay-short-disclaimer-to-start-with A/N: I welcome all constructive criticism so please feel free to comment or message me :) Your P.O.V Word count: 1,045 “Y/N! Y/N! Look what I got!” One of the lost boys exclaims as the group runs back from a hunt. “She doesn’t care about that tiny thing! Look at my kill!” Another one shouts over the first boy. Shouts of pride and insults continue to fly across the group into a clamour of voices. “Silence!” I shout forcefully, holding my hand up and giving them all a glare. They stare for a moment in complete silence before a smile widens across my face. “I’m only kidding!” I chuckle, lowering my hand and moving for the boys to storm into camp, “So who got the biggest kill today?” A chorus of “Me!” responds to my question and the arguing restarts and I roll my eyes, following the group down to the campfire. “The boy actually has some skill but he’s too fragile to actually hurt or kill anything,” Peter murmurs beside me as we walk, his shoulder often grazing mine, “Quite a disappointment if you ask me.” “Give him time. He hasn’t been here long so it’ll take time for him to adjust to what’s necessary here,” I tell him, gathering a few knives to prepare the food. I suddenly get an idea and grin, “Hey, Pan? Think fast,” I throw a knife directly at his face. He stops it, barely a centimetre from his face. “That gets old after the first hundred time you know, Y/N,” he smirks, flicks the knife back to me and I catch it with ease. “I know, I just like to try my luck,” I smirk back, cocking my eyebrow at him as I walk to the group. I hear him murmur something as I pass and I whip round to face him, “What was that?” Pan looks like a deer in headlights and he stutters out, “N-nothing…” I knowingly hum in response and join the group. He’s so easy to play with and I derive a great deal of pleasure from it. “…ridiculous. You know she’s nowhere near as powerful as Pan. Even I could beat her in a fight, I know it.” As I join the group, I stumble upon Felix talking in a not so hushed manner. “Beg your pardon?” I ask sternly, looking squarely at the back of Felix’s head. Everyone freezes and Felix turns around to face me. “I said that I could beat you in a fight. You are definitely not as powerful as Pan. We all know you hide behind him because…you can’t really do anything.” Felix responds coolly, stepping towards me in confidence and shrugging his shoulders before his last statement. I watch the boys behind him for a reaction and some shake their heads and others look down at their feet. “Is that so? Are you forgetting who gave you that rather lovely scar?” I stand my ground and indicate to the centre of his face. “Sure you might have been good once, but you’ve lost your touch,” he whispers the last part to me, crossing his arms. “I’ll happily disprove that,” I smile, displaying the knives I picked up. I hold out one to him which he takes, keep a similar one for myself and throw the rest out to the side, accurately imbedding in a tree trunk. “What seems to be going on here?” Pan asks in a mischievously tone, walking around Felix and I as he surveys the situation. “Y/N’s lost her touch. I’m just proving it for the ones who doubt that,” Felix replies, gesturing to the boys with his knife. “Oh, well let’s make this interesting! The winner shall be in total command of the loser for a day,” Pan dictates the wager and the group steps back from Felix and I to allow for room. “I will so enjoy having you at my mercy Y/N. Just imagine what I’m going make you do,” Felix grins maliciously. And I scoff, flipping my knife over a few times in my hands. “Let’s just get in with this. You’re already boring me,” I drawl, tired of his jeering. Felix and I raise our weapons and out of the corner of my eye I see Henry watching this unfold with a look of worry and uncertainty on his face. “Let’s play!” Pan exclaims and Felix launches into the fight, lunging knife first at me. I dodge his attack with ease and spin towards him, slashing my diagonally at him but he jumps back just in time. The lost boys begin whooping and cheering encouragement for their desired outcome. I swing my leg underneath Felix’s legs as he once again swipes with his knife. He hits the ground only briefly before leaping to his feet again. I smirk at his fall and we begin to walk in a circle, passing our knives from hand to hand. Felix is the first to break the circle, racing forward and making a vertical slash with his knife. I step back but he catches the edge of my wrist with the tip of the blade and he grins at the sight of my blood. Okay, I’m not playing with this brat anymore. I move swiftly to disarm him by gripping his elbow and crashing my blade down on his. He drops it instinctively and yells as I twist his arm forcefully. I kick out at his buckling legs and he falls flat on his back. Crouching to straddle the injured boy, I hold his arm to his chest with one hand and slowly re-open the cut on his cheek and forehead with the tip of my blade. “Never defy me again, boy,” I say slowly in a low tone and hushed volume. I see Felix wince slightly and nod. Quickly standing up, I wipe the blade and look to the group of boys. “Well, what are you all staring at? Get cooking!” I dismiss the boys and they all cheer, going about their tasks. I leave Felix on the ground and stalk away, blade in hand. “Nicely done,” Pan congratulates me as I sit on a log, starting to thoroughly clean my knife, “Although, you could have done without the straddling.” “Jealous, Pan?” I smirk, folding my cloth several times. “As if you’d care for someone like Felix,” Pan chuckles darkly, joining me on the log. “That wasn’t a ‘no’, Pan,” I grin jokingly as I finish polishing my knife, “Careful, you might get a girl’s hopes up.” I stand and join the group again, leaving Pan smiling at the ground and passing a downtrodden looking Felix on the way.; Chapter 4: https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/161183411924/you-need-me-chapter-4;

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You Need Me

:Chapter 2 - Your P.O.V: :Chapter 1 - https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/160246001774/you-need-me-okay-short-disclaimer-to-start-with Word Count: 1,212 The sounds of music and whooping pour from the clearing of the hideout as I gaze at my view from the to of the cliff. I slide down the tree trunk I’m currently leaning again and spread my legs out in front of me, keeping my eye on the horizon. Pinks, oranges and yellows dance across the ebbing sea and a warm breeze picks up tendrils of my hair and shakes the leaves of the trees above me. “Y/N! Hey, what’re you doing way over here?” Henry jogs over to me, grinning from ear to ear and panting from the effort of dancing I presume. “Just watching the sunset. Care to join me?” I ask, moving over slightly and gesturing for him to sit down. “Sure. Thanks,” he smiles, sliding down next to me. I can practically feel his heartbeat through his arm. “Y/N, I don’t mean to be rude or anything but why aren’t you in the story of Peter Pan? Tinkerbell is in it but not you,” Henry questions curiously, turning to look at me. “Truth be told, I don’t really know. I also would like to know why Pan’s story is such a happy one to most people. As you’ve probably noticed, it doesn’t exactly follow a sweet fairy tale,” I say, casting my gaze over the great mountains to the north of the island and watching how the light hits the contours and crevices of them. “Yeah, I was wondering about that myself. Do you ever leave Neverland?” “I do sometimes, to gather more lost boys,” I reply, pausing before giving my answer as I know what his next question will be about. “What happens to the other lost boys?” Henry quizzes further. “Some go home, others aren’t so lucky.” Henry frowns at my answer but stays and leans back on the tree trunk nonetheless, “As you may have noticed, this isn’t the safest of places but some boys enjoy the adventure of living here enough that it doesn’t matter to them.” “Do you enjoy living here?” Henry asks earnestly, frowning slightly. I know what fate we have in store for the boy but seeing how genuinely curious he is about everything is endearing. “I’m connected to the island so it’s not a question of enjoying it here, it’s a case of being anywhere too far away for too long would likely kill me,” I tell Henry, not making direct eye contact. “I’m sorry,” Henry says quietly. “It’s alright. It’s not as if it’s all bad. The flying is pretty good,” I smile, trying to lift his spirits. He returns my smile with a chuckle, “Could you ever teach me how?” “One day, of course. You’ve had a busy day today though so I’d suggest getting some sleep as soon as you can,” I say, gesturing back towards the clearing and he heeds my direction, standing up and walking back to the campfire. “Night Y/N,” he calls back. “Night Henry,” I reply, watching the sun finally sink beneath the line of the horizon on the sea. I take a moment to myself, closing my eyes and breathing in a deep breath through my nose and exhaling in a sigh. “Is he that exhausting?” I hear that familiar smirking tone in my ears and my eyes fly open. Peter is standing over me, his hand stretched out. I grin, taking his hand to pull myself up, “Not at all. Pan, is what we’re doing right?” I ask quietly, holding either elbow as the cooler night air begins to whip my hair around my face. “Of course it is. Neverland is running out of magic and that means my power is disappearing and eventually, you might disappear too so obviously it’s the only thing we can do. I won’t lose you so easily,” Pan frowns and I feel my heartbeat quicken. Watching his eyes slightly darken and his determination etched onto his face in the rising light of the moon, I remember another reason why I can’t leave the island. I couldn’t leave Pan if I tried. “What?” Peter looks at me and I suddenly realise I’m staring again. “Nothing,” I shake it off and look at the ground and then out to sea. “I’m going to take the boy out hunting tomorrow. We’ll see if he has anything on his father,” Peter chuckles darkly, standing next to me near the edge of the cliff. I remember baelfire fondly, Henry is incredibly similar to him in his youth and curiosity. “Don’t force him too much,” I remind him. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re going soft on me now are you?” Pan smiles, turning towards me and I notice how close his face is to mine. “Of course not. Never could,” I reply defiantly, tilting my head up to meet his intense gaze. He cocks an eyebrow at me and his warm breath fans across my face as he smirks. “Don’t be up all night, Y/N” he reminds me, walking back off into the clearing. I watch him go and wait by the tree until I’m sure enough time has passed and he’ll be asleep. – As quietly as I can, I tiptoe into the clearing and locate the first boy, Noah. Gently shaking him, I whisper his name, “Noah. Noah, wake up,” I urge him until his eyes flutter open. “Now?” He whispers almost inaudibly. I nod and he silently creeps out of his bed and collects the few possessions he has before following me out to the cliff edge. Noah has been getting hurt near to the point of fatality in recent weeks and has cried himself to sleep many nights already. I promised I would get him home and tonight is a good opportunity since Pan is preoccupied with Henry and the lost boys are exhausted from their festivities. “This won’t hurt but you’ll feel very sleepy afterwards so my friend will make sure you get home safely,” I tell Noah quickly and quietly. After he nods, the small boy wraps his bruised and cut arms around me and whispers a ‘thank you’ into my shoulder. I smile warmly at him as he stands up straight and I place my hand on his head, closing my eyes. Going back through his memories I come to a stop at the point when Peter had found him and asked him to join us in Neverland. I remove my hand from his head and slowly wave my hand over his forehead, altering the memories into dreamlike fragments. Slowly sweeping my hand in the air around Noah, I heal his wounds and I can already see him falling asleep. Removing my hand, I end the healing and Noah flops onto the soft grass with his eyes closed, wearing a dazed smile. I look out over the cliff edge and see my shadow flying towards us. Well, shadow would be an incorrect description. My ‘shadow’ is a white, softly glowing mass shaped like me, created at the same time as Pan’s. “Take him home,” I ask it and it nods, taking Noah’s hand and bag of possessions. It flies up and out into the night sky and I shudder, feeling the magic of the island being drained further. Chapter 3 - https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/161038388214/you-need-me-chapter-3

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You Need Me - Chapter 1 Okay short disclaimer to start with but this is an au based in the Neverland in the tv show Once Upon a Time. I’ve created another character so if you don’t mind a slight overhaul of the Peter Pan story in general please read on haha. I will try an explain things as best I can within the story but if anyone has any questions feel free to ask. :Chapter 1 - Your P.O.V.: “Hurry him up. We don’t have all day,” Felix remarks snidely. “Shut the hell up, Felix! You give me such a headache with your whining,” I groan, rubbing my temple as I place my other hand on Henry’s shoulder. He jumps a little at the action and shrinks away. “I won’t bite, love,” I chuckle, removing my hand and quickening my pace slightly. Behind me I can hear Henry’s heavy breathing as our group winds its way through the dense forest. “How much longer until we’re there?” Henry asks in a hushed tone. “Long enough that I’d save my breath for the hike,” I grin, flashing him a smile over my shoulder, continuing the fast pace. “How are you so used to this?” He questions further. “Never known anything different I guess,” I shrug and Henry quickens his pace enough to keep level with me. “What do you mean? Have you never left the island before?” “Kind of. I was created here,” I gaze around at the thick foliage above our heads, so tightly packed, nearly all light is blocked from view. “How were you created?” Henry persists. No wonder Felix had wanted to knock him out, this child talks an awful lot. “Well, when Pan decided to stay in Neverland and live as a boy, the island helped to balance it out by creating a similar ‘creature’ to act as a connection between Neverland and him.” I explain, gesturing quotation marks, “I essentially taught Pan about the island, helped him to remember how to fly and how to survive on an island that’s more or less a death trap to those unfamiliar with it.” “How did you meet?” “It took a little while actually, the first thing I remember about him was that he was running away from something or someone. Earlier that day I’d seen a ship come ashore so I could only assume that whoever was on that ship was now chasing a boy I felt compelled to protect.” I detailed, lifting a particularly large leaf out of the way, “I had laid traps to catch some food and the next thing I know, Pan is dangling by one foot from a tree, staring right at me.” -flashback- “What the hell is this?!” The boy exclaimed, struggling with his binds. I stand up fully, cross my arms and lean against the tree trunk, “It’s a trap smart arse and if you’d been observant enough to notice it, you wouldn’t be currently dangling from a tree.” “Well you try and be observant when there are two guys with swords and guns chasing you!” The boy shouts again, his face beginning to turn a pinkish-red with effort. “You could mentioned that a little sooner,” I reply, hopping off my branch and landing gracefully on the forest floor. “Unfortunately I seemed to be a little tied up at the time,” He gives me a sarcastic smirk. I hear the two men the boy talked about approaching and once I see them, I bring up both my arms and motion my hands into grasping gestures. Vines wrap themselves around the two men and their extremities and I fling both of my hands to either side, knocking the men out on trees. “Huh, that’s a new one,” the boy mumbles behind me. I smirk, snapping my fingers for the vine around his leg to release him. “I’m Y/N. Pleasure to meet you…” I turn to the boy, expectant of a name. “I’m Peter, Peter Pan.” The boy stands up and dusts himself off, grinning cheekily. I hum in acknowledgment, looking him up and down, “Something tells me you’re fairly new here.” I fold my arms once again and lean backwards onto a tree trunk. “Is it that obvious?” Peter looks up at me through a tousled fringe. “Glaringly, if you don’t mind me saying,” I raise both my eyebrows and push off the tree trunk, strolling past Peter to check my other traps. “Well, are you coming, Pan?” I turn and ask him before I disappear from his line of sight, “It’s also quite evident that you need me.” -flashback over- The group eventually reaches the clearing at our camp and I gesture for Henry to go and talk to the other lost boys. I feel a hand close around my wrist and I whip around to face those eyes. Those bloody eyes. “How did that go?” Peter asks un a hushed tone, turning to check on Henry across the camp. “Seemed fine. He doesn’t suspect anything although you’ll have to gain his trust since we basically just kidnapped him after killing his previous kidnappers,” I reason. “How am I going to do that?” He muses and I become aware that his hand is still vaguely gripping my wrist. “You show him what fun he can have in Neverland and leave the rest to me,” I reply, pulling my arm out of his grip and sauntering away. He gives me that cocky grin and I turn my head away, grinning to myself. Chapter 2:https://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/160316574284/you-need-me

[sleepy-writerx]

London Flat

Word count: 1,296

Summary: Y/N needs a new roommate but will this one cause even more trouble than her last and maybe even show her how to enjoy her life instead of planning out every detail?

Disclaimer: I do not own the above image

A/N: Not a lot of emotional stuff unfortunately but we should be getting there soon enough.

Part 1 - http://sleepy-writerx.tumblr.com/post/146494476519/london-flat-word-count-1233-summary-yn

Chapter: 2

After running the fob over the scanner, I heard the deep clang of the door unlocking and the small light next the scanner changed from red to green. I indicated for Tom to follow me as I pushed the door open and held it for him.

“So how long have you lived here?” Tom quizzed as we walked towards the elevators across the marble tiles and past the large potted plants dotted around the foyer.

“Around five years but I’d been renting up until a year and a half ago which was when I actually bought the flat,” I explained, pressing the button and clasping my hands at my front.

“What made you decide to buy?”

“Well I’d been renting for a long time and I really liked the location and over the years I’d just grown attached I suppose. Eventually I saw that I could have a little more control over expenditures if I just bought the place, so that’s what I did.”

“Why do you bother having roommates then?” Tom furrowed his brows as we stepped into the elevator that had just arrived.

“Several reasons.” I mused, quirking my head to the side as I inserted my key into the button panel and pressed the button for my flat when it lit up, “It helps to pay off the mortgage quicker, even if they’re also paying their share of general bills. If someone is having financial issues and just need a place to start then I can allow them however long they need before I start charging them. If I’m away for work, I prefer to leave knowing there’s someone to take care of the place and also it’s just nice to have company sometimes.”

Tom obviously noticed how I trailed off a little at the end but didn’t press the issue as the elevator doors and grate parted to reveal the front hall of the flat.

“This is, obviously, the front hall.” I began the tour, stepping out and gesturing around the room, “there’s a small bathroom to your left if you need to use it or any of the others here.”

“How many bathrooms are in the flat?”

“Four,” I answered simply as I open the door to the main hallway.

“Four?” Tom questioned incredulously, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Yes, a mini one, main and two en suites.” I quickly explained, leading him further into the flat, “Now, onto the hallway, straight ahead are the stairs to the second floor and to your left is the living room with the dining room conjoined by a wide arch there on the right.” I continued to lead Tom around the flat, explaining as I went.

“Following through to the right again is the kitchen.” I allowed Tom to just wander through the rooms until we came back to the hallway so we could continue upstairs.

“Up here we have the landing which leads to the three bedrooms, the main bathroom and the rehearsal space,” I gestured to each of the rooms as I named them off.

“Rehearsal space?” Tom questioned as we came onto the landing.

“A slightly raised soundproof room I had put in almost as soon as I bought the flat so I wouldn’t annoy the neighbours or my roommates if I needed to practice. It only took around half a year to have it properly installed so it was a pretty quick job. You’re obviously free to use it if you like, one of my old roommates, Emily, was a professional ballet dancer and she loved it since the floor in there is sprung quite similar to her dance studio’s, and that’s why it’s raised.” I gave as full an explanation as I could without over doing it before moving to show Tom the rest of the rooms.

“When I’ve decided who’s going to be living here, they’ll get this room,” I said, opening another door on the landing.

“The master?” Tom questioned, peering around the spacious room. “But Y/N I’d have thought you would have the master bedroom?”

“It felt like it was a little too much space, so I opted for the medium bedroom,” I answered with a smile, “there’s an en suite and a dressing room for this bedroom and an awful lot of storage space for anything you wish to bring here.”

As I lead Tom back out, he stopped a leant back to look at the third bedroom, “And who’s is that?”

“That’s just a spare bedroom that my friends sometimes use whenever they have work in London. Would that be an issue for you at all?”

“No, I was just curious.”

I nodded and walked up the stairs to the roof terrace as the last place to show Tom. “Finally, this is the roof terrace. It can hold a dozen people quite comfortably and the sunsets in summer are wonderful,” I smiled at the memory of many a warm evening spent watching the sun set below the buildings across London.

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“Well, this is an amazing flat I have to say. It truly is admirable how well kept it is and the improvements you’ve made fit so well into the original design of the place. I look forward to hearing from you again Y/N.” Tom smiled graciously after we had descended the stairs to the ground floor again.

“That’s very kind of you, and I’ll be in touch within the week with my decision. Incidentally, when would you be free to spend a night or two here?” I asked, perhaps not wording the request as best as I could have.

“What exactly are you insinuating?” Tom asked, a seductive smoothness lining his slightly rasping voice.

“Oh um, n-no not that!” I knew I was blushing furiously and I mentally scolded myself. “It’s just so you can get used to the workings of the building and it allows me to see if there any bad habits that could be considered deal breakers.”

“Ah, that makes sense. I’m free tonight and tomorrow night if that suits?” Tom asked, that same tone of voice still coming through to cause my blush to increase and I noticed how close we appeared to be standing despite the spacious hallway we were in.

“Yep, that suits me fine. Shall we say you can come back here with whatever you’ll need for the few days at around half past six?” I questioned, checking my watch, quarter to two.

“Okay that sounds perfect,” Tom confirmed after looking at his own watch, “Could we exchange numbers so it’s easier to get a hold of one another?”

I nodded and handed him my phone so he could type in his number and he did the same for me. “Right, well, I’ll see you soon then?” Tom asked as he started towards the elevator.

All I could do was nod in response like some dumb struck school girl. Tom smirked lightly and pressed the elevator button. The doors opened immediately and I waved Tom off as he stepped inside. “Goodbye for now, Y/N,” Tom grinned handsomely as the doors closed between us.

Oh dear lord, no, I absolutely refuse to let this happen. If I was going to be living with this man, I could not, under any circumstances allow myself to become a silly little girl who’s unable to string coherent sentences together every time he looked at me.

That said, at least I’d more or less decided that Tom would be a good choice for a roommate. If I considered that I’d likely get over this superficial infatuation quickly enough, Tom seemed to be a kind, level headed and intelligent person so if I simply got over this crush I appeared to have formed, everything should go rather swimmingly. Right?

[sleepy-writerx]

London Flat

Word count: 1,233

Summary: Y/N needs a new roommate but will this one cause even more trouble than her last and maybe even show her how to enjoy her life instead of planning out every detail?

Disclaimer: I do not own the above image

A/N : Sorry this is quite crappy but it’s more to set the scene and get things started but it’s going to be a slow burner

Chapter: 1

The comforting aroma of ground coffee brewing filled the cafe as the gentle, rhythmic drumming of my fingers on the rough wood lulled me into a daydream state. My next viewer was late. Again. Then again, ‘on time is early and late is on time’ was the general, unspoken rule in London meetings lately. Thank god I didn’t have anywhere else to be later that day or I’d have likely left and rescheduled. After once again tapping the home button on my phone to check the time, I repositioned my glasses on the bridge of my nose and proceeded to rest my chin in the palm of my hand.

Not a minute later, my next viewer walked through the cafe door, a light ring from the door accompanying his entrance. Spotting me, he quickly walked over to my table and stretched out his hand to envelope mine in a hand shake as I stood up to greet him.

“Hello, I’m Tom,” he explained, a little out of breath, pulling out his chair and sitting opposite me, “and I can only apologise for being so late. I’ve only recently come back to London and it takes me a good day or two to get reacquainted with the tube system.”

Obviously, I was already aware that it was Tom Hiddleston who was to be my next flat viewer as we’d exchanged emails prior to the meeting so I made no fuss and remained unflustered. Several well known people had already shown interest in my flat and met with me to discuss possible rent due to its location, quality and price so it wasn’t as if this was a first in terms of meetings with famous faces.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, and of course that’s absolutely fine. Would you like to get a drink before we start?” I asked, gesturing towards the counter.

“Yes, thank you. Sorry again for making you wait,” he again apologised, standing up and joining the back of the small queue.

After getting a glass of water, Tom retook his seat across from me and rolled up the sleeves of his pale blue shirt as I took a small sip of my coffee. “So I’d like to begin with a very, very casual interview and then see where we go from there?”

Tom nodded and drank his water. “I’m just going to jump right in at the personal stuff so if you’d rather not answer, that’s fine. How would you rate your current financial situation? Secure, considerable or not very secure?”

“I’d say it’s rather secure. I have a savings account I put most of my salaries into and I already think that the rent you proposed is very reasonable.” Tom answered, I noticed that he talked a lot with his hands, similar to me.

“Okay, that’s great. In terms of free time, is there anything I should be forewarned about with concerns to your activities?”

Tom pressed his lips together in a straight line as he cocked his head to the side, “Such as?”

“Will there be an awful lot of people round at the flat? Impromptu events being held? Spur of the moment holidays?” I listed off a few possibilities I’ve had happen in the past.

“No, nothing like that. I much prefer to relax in my down time.”

“Great. That’s a weight off my mind,” I breathed with an easy smile. I asked a few more questions to try and get a feel for what kind of person Tom was and if we would get along and, once I was satisfied, I relaxed back into my chair, warming my hands with my mug.

“So what do you think? Do I qualify?” Tom questioned hopefully.

“Actually, you’ve been one of the best candidates so far,” I replied, smoothing my fingertips around the mug in an attempt to heat them up.

“Excellent! I have to say, your flat really did seem too good to be true when I looked it up initially so if I’m honest I’m surprised you haven’t already found a roommate.”

“Well when it comes to friends, family or general public, I’m not a judgey person by any means but when concerning someone I have to be in very close proximity to for extended periods of time and I have to rely on them for quite important things, I’m very careful with who I choose and my motivation for choosing them.”

“What do you mean by motivation?” Tom asked, leaning his elbows on my table, clasping his hands and placing his chin on them.

“Well, I once chose a roommate because I was not doing so well with money and they’d offered to pay more than necessary in order to stay in the flat. It was a stupid decision that I grew to regret over the six months they stayed with me. It was a man who brought home groups of girls every other night, I’d be up in my room and when I’d come down, there would literally be an orgy going on on the table. Other nights, there would be huge parties with dozens of strangers and I had to put up with them trashing my flat, finding people having sex in my room and stealing my stuff for six long months. It was hell and that’s why I’m never going to put money before instinct no matter what financial situation I find myself in.”

Tom watched me with a cautious uncertainty and I realised I just dumped a whole unnecessary emotional rant on him. “Sorry, I ranted a bit more than I thought I would,” I apologised timidly.

“No no, don’t apologise, I was just a little stunned that someone would do that when you’d been in such a vulnerable position,” He explained and I felt myself relax a little at that.

“Thank you,” I smiled and he returned it, I immediately felt heat rushing to my cheeks and attempted to cover up my flustered state by standing up. Tom followed suit, “When am I likely to hear from you?”

“That depends, are you busy now?”

“No, I don’t have anything planned for the rest of the day,” He shrugged, collecting his mug and my glass and putting them onto the counter.

“Thank you.” I repeated, “Then how would you like to see the flat now?”

“That would be brilliant! Is it close?”

“Just around the corner,” I smiled, walking out of the cafe and leading him out through a cobbled side street.

“So how am I doing in comparison to other candidates?” Tom questioned as we crossed the road.

“Well, out of twenty four, you are one of six people who get to see the flat,” I answered, a smirk tugging at my lips. “As I said, I’m far more rigorous with my selection now so there are several stages to pass. You, Mr Hiddleston, have passed stage one so you’re already doing better than the eighteen I turned down after interview.”

“A little brutal don’t you think?” Tom grinned as we came up to the building.

“Perhaps, but at least from the interview I was able to find somewhere that might better suit them and recommend it when I said no to them. So I’m not all bad you see?”

“I see, I suppose I was wrong,” Tom chuckled smoothly, “Is this it?” Tom’s gaze drifted up the building, taking in its old architectural quirks.

“Yep, home.”