#peter pan boy

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Thinking of Jason waking up in sweat and tears, clutching his blanket- his chest heaves as he forces himself to shuffling feet.

Then his mind returns, the panic filled daze fading as he stares at the lightbulb flashing on and off.

Standing in the hall of his apartment that smells faintly of sour mildew and a lightbulb that has never been fixed.

But Jasons twenty two, he's alone. His dads room, no longer just down the hall.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Fairy x Reader

“Ack! You scared me!” you exclaim as Cot suddenly appears in front of your face. His laugh sounds like twinkling bells as he settles himself on your shoulder. “Seriously… How do you keep popping out of nowhere?”

Cot tries to talk to you, he does, but all you hear is the sound of bells as he chatters on. Though you’re insanely curious to know what he’s saying, it looks like you won’t be able to know how he’s able to appear everywhere you are.

With a small huff of laughter, you ruffle his hair with your fingers. “At least give me a warning the next time you appear. I swear you’re going to make me go into cardiac arrest.”

Cot lets out a series of chimes that sound like an apology as he nuzzles your hand. You can’t help but smile – your little fairy friend is adorable.

Your days continue rather peacefully, your most frequent company being Cot. Though you can’t talk to him, just having him around is fun.

On a particularly sunny day, you’re picking strawberries from your garden, which Cot is assisting you with. You thank him as he hands you a glass of water (he’s only a little bigger than the cup, which is such a cute sight). Once you’re done drinking your water, you let out a small sigh of contentment. “Seriously, thanks, Cot. I don’t know how you knew when to appear, but I couldn’t have harvested all these strawberries without you.”

“It’s no problem!”

You freeze, eyes widening. “...Did you just… speak?”

He smiles, eyes twinkling. “Mhm!”

Your mind is unable to process your little fairy friend’s voice, making you stumble over your words. “H–how?!”

With a small hum that sounds like bells, he says, “Hm… I guess you can say that I cast a spell on you!”

(And by spell, he means that he’s slowly given you food from the Fae Realm, eager to whisk you away once you’re more fae than human. But until then, the only real spell he’s cast on you is one that allows him to know exactly where you are. After all, he needs to make sure you’re safe until he can take you to his home.)

[didanagy]

PETER PAN (1953)

dir. hamilton luske,clyde geronimi,wilfred jackson

[zannolin]

peter pan (2003)'s portrayal of peter pan is so unhinged like. he can never die. but he can never live either. he'll never have to grow up. he'll never get to grow up. wendy could have convinced him to leave but what would have happened to neverland, which falls into a wintry darkness if he so much as leaves for a night, if he'd left for good? he has the world in the palm of his hand. it's a very small world. it would just as soon kill him to be sure he's paying it mind. everyone gets a satisfying ending except him. everyone changes except him. he's stagnant. he's constant. he's eternal. he's not a boy���he's a story. and sometimes that's the loneliest thing to be.

[nabbing-nibs]

They look so stupid in this game I wanna step on them like bugs

[ichimakesart]

His name is Peter.

He's a charming voice in your ear when you're alone.

When everything is slipping from between your fingers.

Or suffocating like a wave.

When the world is shit.

He keeps you company, entertains you with the stories of his adventures.

Who wouldn't want to listen?

Who wouldn't want to follow him into the woods?

My comic about Peter Pan is now on Tapas :D

[hey-must-be-a-devilbetween-us]

listen whether you like it or not they are all holding the memory of stede like a talisman against all hurt and fear, izzy trying to remind ed of his love so he'll come back to himself, fang can't stop crying so jim starts telling him Pinocchio and doing the little voice like stede does, 'talk it through as a crew.' is uttered like an anti-curse, like a magic spell that will keep them from harm.

stede gives them hope, if you even care.

[achieve-the-sun]

Following Wendy directions, Neverland is getting ready for Christmas!

[masterhallmark]

"We want more morally grey characters"

Y'all couldn't even read Peter Pan without claiming he's evil and the real villain of the story. Frick, y'all didn't even actually read it, you watched clickbait YouTube videos.

[4rrenstep]

Part 1 of my lotf + peter pan crossover

[anne-chloe]

Imagine : Peter chooses you to be the Lost Boys’ mother

Summary : Peter Pan is fed up of hearing the younger Lost Boys cry for their mothers at night. When his shadow steals a 6 year old boy, Peter commands the shadow to take the boys sister too. You.

Peter Pan x Reader

Warning : manipulation, toxic behaviour, kidnapping

You could remember it like it was yesterday.

The shadow that crept in through your little brother’s bedroom. It had moved with such inhuman speed that it just didn’t seem possible. You had tried to protect Martin from being kidnapped into the night, but you were unaware of its intentions to take you too.

And so you were taken to Neverland, a world where children would never grow up. A world where an immortal boy ruled with cruelty and an iron fist.

Peter had greeted you with a smile so sinister it made you nauseous. “Welcome to Neverland,” he said with a chuckle, “the boys have been waiting for you.”

You had followed him, with Martin holding your hand, all the way back to his camp. There were boys of various ages scattered around a campfire, all talking amongst themselves, some soaking up the quiet and others causing chaos.

But the moment Peter stepped beyond the tree line, silence fell. The Lost Boys stood to attention and watched as Peter approached. “Boys, I promised you a mother, and I’ve picked the finest one.”

You.

You were to be their mother.

You rejected the responsibility at first. You stood your ground and you argued with Peter. “I’m not staying here, and neither is Martin. We have a mother at home, and you stole us from her.”

Peter closed the gap between you and him, his smile dropping and his brows furrowing into a deep, irritated frown. “Unlucky for you, no one leaves Neverland without my permission. I chose you to be their mother. So be a good girl and play the role.” Peter then looked to Martin, his green eyes glowing with something sinister and unrecognisable. “Or else there’ll be consequences.”

You hesitantly stepped into the role. The older Lost Boys weren’t fussed about calling you their mother, which you honestly were grateful for. But as time went on, and the days turned to weeks, and soon into months, none of the Lost Boys addressed you by your name.

“Mother,” Devin called out one evening. He held up his hand to reveal a squirrel he had caught during his hunt, a proud smile on his face. “I know you asked for rabbit, but none of them fell into my trap. Will a squirrel be okay for dinner?”

You gratefully plucked the squirrel from his hand. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

“Mother, I’m hungry,” Tommy whined, his hands holding his stomach as he stepped towards the campfire. “How much longer until we eat?”

You stirred the pot of stew carefully, it’s delicious aromas filling the evening air. “Soon, Tommy. Have patience, sweetie.”

“Mother?”

Martins voice was enough to make you choke on air.

You stopped stirring the stew and turned slowly to peer at your younger brother. He stood amongst the Lost Boys, his eyes large and innocent. “What did you just call me?” You slowly asked, your heart feeling incredibly heavy in your chest.

Martin stepped closer, his head tilting to the side, like he was confused. “Mother,” he repeated, sounding certain of himself.

“Martin…” you whispered, reaching your hands out and gently taking him by the arms. You knelt down so you were eye-level with him. “I’m your sister. I’m not your mother.”

Martin frowned, conflicted. “Then who is my mother?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but found the words stuck in your throat. The desperate, confused expression only served to shatter your heart completely, and you didn’t have the courage to stomp on his tangled thoughts.

You dropped the conversation and finished preparing dinner. You ensured all the boys were fed before seeking out Peter, who was a small distance from the camp and overlooking the bay from a great height.

You approached him, hands wringing your dress nervously. “Peter?” You called out, hesitant and fearful for how the conversation would end. “I… I need to speak with you.”

Peter, who was perched on a branch high in a tree, turned his gaze downwards to look at you. He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “What is it, [Name]?” He asked.

You were unsure of where to start. You inhaled deeply to calm your nerves. “I want to go home.”

Peter’s smile dropped into a frown. He slowly dropped from the tree, landing effortlessly in front of you. His head tilted to the side, like he was a confused puppy, but you knew better than to mistake his expressions for anything other than cruel.

“You are home,” Peter pointed out.

You gently shook your head. “No, I mean I want to go home to the place you took me from. I want to go back to my own mother.”

Peter moved closer to you, his frown deepening. “And why would you want that?”

You struggled to keep steady. You fought the urge to shuffle back, to maintain a safe distance. But Peter would never take you seriously if you showed any fear. “I miss my mother, Peter. Martin, he…” you hesitated, struggled to finish the sentence.

Peter raised a curious brow. You didn’t even need to finish the explanation, because it was suddenly as though Peter knew anyway. His smile returned, and a deep chuckle vibrated his chest. “Oh, I see. Martin called you mother, didn’t he?”

Your silence only confirmed Peters guess.

“Isn’t that wonderful?” Peter pressed, smirking playfully at you. “The boys adore you. I couldn’t have picked a better mother if I tried.”

“I don’t want to be Martins mother,” you whispered defiantly. Your fists shook at your sides, though you were unsure if it was from fear or frustration. “He doesn’t remember our mother. It’s not fair.”

Peter scoffed. “Life isn’t fair. Get used to it.”

Peter turned to walk away, a clear indication that he was finished with the conversation. But you reached out and grabbed his hand, forcing him to stay and look at you.

“I’m begging you, Peter. Let me go home. Let me take Martin back home.”

Peter moved close to you, his nose almost touching yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as his eyes, so cold and cruel, bore into your own. “Nobody leaves Neverland without my permission. You aren’t leaving, ever. You’re the mother to my lost boys. You’re going to be their mother forever, whether you like it or not. And if you continue to defy me, I’ll lock you in a cage and throw away the key, and you’ll never see Martin again. Do you understand?”

You gasped and stumbled away, a sob catching in your throat from the cruel threat. “I understand,” you choked out, tears appearing in your eyes. “I won’t ask again. I promise.”

Peter snickered a laugh. “Good. Perhaps you should return to the lost boys now, before they start calling for their mother again, hmm?”

[the-soot-nest]

the fairy thing and the shoulder imp should kiss

I agree!!!! There's still time to post on this valentine's day!!!

Soot boi knows what a kiss is! He remembers reading about it in a book about a boy and fairy:

smol comforts

a kiss from a devil gave an angel its wings or something idk how the saying goes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[girasolka]

what I think is great (although it’s also terribly sorrowful and heartbreaking) about the dynamic between the boys is how their age gap is handled

I mean sure they both are portrayed as actual silly teens and if they died at the age of 16 their brains hadn’t fully developed and all that crap about hormones and body chemistry yeah BUT during these years together they have been gaining more and more experience and they process it and they surely are shaped by it and can’t be considered 16 anymore whenever they want it or not

and what I wanted to say is that despite all these afterlife years count more or less as actual years there is absolutely nothing creepy about Edwin being more than 70 years older than Charles because he didn’t have a chance to gain this experience and develop during his years in hell since there were no social interactions no academy studying not even time to calmly think about anything other than how to be safe and get out of there. these 70 years must have felt as eternity but at the same time it was all the same (fear and pain and despair) so it didn’t give Edwin the possibility to develop mentally but on the contrary conserved him in his 16-year old self

so when he meets Charles (I think it being some time after escaping the hell but no more than a couple of months) they get an opportunity to grow up mentally together and they are equals in this growth

[silentstyx]

ouat peter pan x reader hurt/comfort? please please 🙏

maybe something where the reader is really insecure and then misunderstands something he said that wasn’t actually meant to be mean and then he comforts them?

"Say You Like Your Shirt Soggy"

tw! insecurities, cursing, reader has like an anxious attachment style, Pan lwk ooc

heheheheh conan gray heheheh

You and Pan have been friends for a while, you also somewhat recently started dating. He was a good boyfriend. Protective, kind, listens, and all that jazz. Though, Pan got annoyed very easily.

You woke up in yours and Pan's shared tent alone. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary, he was in charge of everything at Neverland and had to make sure all of the Lost Boys were okay, he also just naturally woke up earlier than you.

You got up and got ready for the day, once you left the tent you went on your short quest to find Pan. You find him talking to some lost boys. You go behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Pan was in the middle of talking when you did this, he sighed and took your arms off of him. Your brows furrowed but you took the hint and just sat next to him. You looked up at him as he spoke.

You gently grabbed his hand as they talked, he immediately jerked his hand away. Why is he being weird? He's usually fine with you being affectionate? You instead opt his hand for just interlocking pinkies.

You see him roll his eyes and sigh as the lost boy talks, yet he doesn't drop your pinky.

Soon enough the conference is over and immediately Pan's gaze is on you. Yet, it wasn't the soft stare with a sweet smirk like normal. No. This time it was a mean glare.

"Did you have to be all over me? That was a damn important meeting." He said with an annoyed undertone.

Your eyes widened harsh tone, "Babe- I'm sorry I didn't know-"

He snaps, jerking his hand away from you, "God, you never know do you?! Your always just up my ass at the worst times!"

You don't know how to respond, so you just stare at him silently. No movement.

He lifted his brows, "Oh now you're not gonna be all over me? Now that I'm yelling at you you're done interacting with me?!"

All you could do was look down, you could feel the lump in your throat as he scolded you. The worst part about this was that he never raised his voice, just the harshness in his voice growing rougher and rougher.

"This is so fuckin annoying.." He grumbles.

Your bottom lip involuntary trembles, voice whiny and sad, "baby, m sorry didnt mean- I can just go."

You got up and went back to the shared tent. You sat in there on your bed alone, tears didn't fall out but instead blurred your vision. You should've used common sense, obviously when he's talking to someone else you shouldn't be all over him. What went through your head when you went up to him and wrapped your arms around him?! Ugh.

The tent then opened up, showing Pan. He had a sorry expression on his face.

"My love? Look-" he hisses, "you're not annoying okay? That meeting was just... difficult, mkay? I was mad at that not you."

You look at him with a hurt expression, looking up at him through furrowed brows.

"I know you hate getting called annoying and I was purposefully pressing buttons, you're not annoying. Okay?" He says with a soft voice.

You nod softly, yet that wasn't enough for him.

"[reader] I need a verbal response. You're not annoying, ya know that?" His voice was firm, he was not joking.

You roll your eyes with a soft chuckle, "I know..."

"Cmere..." He whisper as he brings you into a soft hug, "love you honey.."

[knyontop]

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Being a little lost kid in neverland! >0< thought this was rly cute <3

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[wistaliia]

tinkerbuddy returns thanks to @leejeann's new oneshot* tailored tinker

*for now

see him face