#Peter Pan fanfiction

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I Told You To Stay pt.2 (NSFW)

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt: After chasing you down, Peter catches you in the forest and things get ... spicy

A/N: Hi!! So, I know it's been a year since the first part, but I felt inspired, and I love that you guys enjoyed it! THERE IS A SPICY SCENE AT THE END OF THIS PART! I indicated it in case anyone doesn't want to read some nasty; you can skip it. :) I don't ever do NSFW scenes, but I felt like this needed it.

I am expecting to write a part 3, but I was requested to make something angsty, so the next part will wrap up this little series, but not in a happily ever after. So if you want something sweet and happy, you can stop this little series with this part, but if you want something angsty, you can keep going to part 3 (whenever that comes out) and feel some sad girl summer. But enjoy this and let me know what you think! If y'all hate it, I'm deleting it... jk jk .....

I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

What a compromising situation you found yourself in. Arms pinned above your head, held against a tree staring up into some very angry, yet worrying, eyes, you can’t help but want to laugh at your position. Figures, this is what you get for slipping out the window and running into the woods like hell hounds were nipping at your heels. But in all fairness, your actions were warranted. 

How else were you supposed to react when Peter brought you back to his secret cabin after spending a romantic night together and then suddenly, Wendy is at said so-called “secret cabin” calling him ‘baby’ and trying to rub up on him? Regardless of Peter’s denials, it’s hard to believe that truth when she was standing right in front of you.

“I thought I told you to stay,” Peter says in a threateningly calm voice. 

“Let me go, Peter.” You tried to keep your voice calm, trying to seem nonchalant. You kept your face passive, but there was a war of emotions inside of you. 

You felt hurt. Angry. Embarrassed. Betrayed. And as much as you were trying to suppress it, you felt …. yearning. Even through all this, your heart was still looking for him in the darkness. It skipped and leaped in happiness that he was here. That he came racing after you. That he came looking for you when Wendy was probably waiting for him back at the cabin. The thought of her cause a bite of anger to shoot through you.

“Go back to Wendy, Peter.” You clipped.

“I told you to stay.” His voice was deadly. Deadly to your nerves and deadly to your heart.

Squeezing your eyes shut and blowing out a breath of frustration, trying desperately to get a hold of your temper that you could feel rising. “Go back to your cabin, Peter. Let me go.”

“I told you to stay. All you had to do was stay.” He snarled right back as if you hadn’t said a word and he had the audacity to sound upset with you!

Your eyes shot open and in a burst of adrenaline, you yanked your hands free and shoved against his chest, blurting “Let me go! You lied! I trusted you! I trusted you when everyone else laughed at me and you lied to me!” Shock flashed in his face quickly before he was able to hide it. You have never lost your temper or shown an ounce of venom since you’ve arrived to Neverland. 

You pushed at his chest and tried to shove up off the tree to make your escape, but he wasn’t budging. Instead of stepping back to give you the space you desperately wanted, he stepped into you. Your hands pressed against his chest and your back pressed into the tree. Your bodies were flesh against each other now.

“I have never lied to you, Y/N.” 

Scoffing in disbelief, your rising temper spoke for you, “You said that you and Wendy weren’t together.”

“Again. I have never lied to you.” He growled. 

“Oh really?” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. “It didn’t look that way to me. My mistake. It definitely didn’t look like she was cozy in your place and on your body. Peter, I don’t know what game you’re playing but I don’t want any part of it. It looks like Wendy is already in the picture so I don’t want any part of this!” 

“Y/N, would you please just listen to me. I’ll explain everything.”

“I’ve been asking you to explain! I’ve been asking for months and you’ve avoided giving me even an ounce of clarity and now is when you want to explain?! Now that I’ve seen things clearly with my own eyes? I’m supposed to have faith in my feelings towards you but I have to ignore the proof right in front of me? The pair of you are playing mother and father all over this island and I’m supposed to ignore that?!”

“It is not like that.” He snapped, his own frustration growing. 

He went to grab your hands again but you batted them away. Pushing and shoving at his chest, you were desperate to get away. Feeling frantic, the anger you’ve been trying to smother was starting to bubble and rise to the surface. But now your feelings were out of control. Laying too close to the surface was your frustration, hurt, confusions and yearning. Somehow in all of this, your heart was still looking for him in the darkness. Feeling pinned and trapped, the frustration was bringing tears to your eyes.  

“Just listen, Y/N-”

“Get off me!”  

Fed up with your pats and pushes, Peter finally shoved your hands aside and firmly cupped your face. Bringing his forehead down to rest against yours, his fingers cradling the back of your head creating a warm cocoon of just you and him. 

 “My dear sweet, Y/N. Listen to me. I know asking you to put your trust in me is not a fair ask but I’m going to do it anyway. I have my reasons for keeping Wendy on this island, but I promise you, it’s not romantic. I have … suspicions about her that I need to resolve before I can decide what to do with her. But please just trust in me.” The sweetness of his soft voice and his request soaked into your heart the way watercolor soaks into fine paper. His softness and intimacy drained the fight from you, leaving you with only hurt. 

Not wanting to fall for his tricks and continue this loop, you whisper, “Please don’t do this, Peter. These mind games, I-I-I can’t! I’m too tired and too weak to survive you. Please-”

But before you could tell him off, he interrupts, “I know it’ll sound like an easy excuse or some made up lie but I’m telling the truth. I’m going to need your trust because it’ll sound like I’m paranoid, but I promise, this isn’t some easy way out excuse…. just something isn’t right with her. And things haven’t been right since she’s gotten here. I can feel a change in Neverland, but I can’t figure out what she’s done. I’ve caught her rifling through my things and trying to follow me. I’ve been letting her and acting as though I haven’t noticed, but only so that I can figure out what she is trying to do. But that’s how she found my cabin before. I didn’t take her there and I didn’t tell her about it, but she knows about it because she followed me one night. I’m telling you the truth. Just let me figure out what is going on and I’ll get rid of her.” His voice was earnest, like he was being honest but there was a whisper of doubt in the back of your mind. 

Maybe he was being truthful? But I haven’t noticed any changes in the island. But I guess I arrived around the same time Wendy did and didn’t know what it was like before. But he could also be lying just to keep me placated. 

Sensing your doubts, Peter tilts your head up and plants his lips on yours. One of his hands slide to the back of your nape to hold you steady for his onslaught of your mouth. His mouth was soft and warm. Sweet and demanding. Fervent but nervous. A man yet still a boy.

Tears finally slip down your face as you went the unwanted relief that washed over you. How could you want this man so much, a man you weren’t even sure if you could trust, but needed desperately. A man that made you weak with want but afraid of the fall. Against your lips, he whispers, “Please, Y/N, please,” but his kisses never stop and your heart tugs with every quiver you could feel from his lips. What was he asking for? What else could he want from you? But whatever it was … you knew you would give it to him. 

“Trust in me. I’m begging you, just trust in me. Let me show you. Come back to the cabin, I sent her away, you’ll see, she’s not there anymore.”

“It’s not just the cabin, Peter. It’s everything. She’s everywhere. I see you guys-”

“But have you ever seen me affectionate with her? Never. It’s never been like that. She might be donned the title of Lost Mother or whatever, but that doesn’t have any association to me. It’s all for the boys.”

“Peter-” He cut in before you could argue.

“Please. Just trust in me. Just enough so that I can prove it to you. Then decide for yourself, but for right now, just trust in me enough. Come back with me tonight. Don’t leave me.” And that was it. That was when your resolve broke and there was nothing you could do but pay heed to his request. With your heart in your throat, throwing caution to the wind, you return his kiss tenfold; letting your actions answer for you. 

~~~ it’s nasty time, ladies and gentlemen ~~~~

Your hands cup his jaw and you push up on your toes, slanting your head to deepen the kiss. You open your mouth in invitation and he accepts instantly. His tongues rushes in to meet and dance with yours; a happy reunion. His groan of relief vibrates through your body and your core tightens in excitement. Squeezing your thighs together to find any sort of relief and you run your hands down his chest to grip the fabric of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. 

Suddenly, Peter reaches down and hooks his arms behind your thighs before hoisting you up, your back against the tree and your legs wrapped around his hip, only his body keeping you suspended. The dress that you were wearing rides up high on your thigh and the cold air swirls against your burning skin cause goose bumps were pebble in their wake. Peter uses his hips to keep you pin against the tree but that meant that your could feel his hard member resting against your sex. 

Peter shoves his face into the crook of your neck and suckles and nibbles all along any exposed skin. His hands were gripping and kneading your ass as he was supporting your weight. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, Peter rocks his hips into yours pulling a gasp from you and a groan from him at the sudden delicious friction. “What have you done to me, Y/N? I can feel your grip on your mind and I can do nothing to stop you. You’ve bewitched me. All I could ever need is you, like this.” His whispered breath skates across your skin, burning your ears and curling your toes. 

Giving him easier access to your skin, your eyes close and your head rolls to the side. Unbeknwnsts to you, this movement causes the strap of your dress to slip off your shoulders, the top of your dress falling slightly, giving Peter a perfect view of the tops of your breast. You felt one of his hands tease up your legs and in between your flushed bodies. He pulls your panties to the side and your feel his fingers delve into your folds. You let out a small whimper as he hits his mark, using your wetness, he swirls his expert fingers around your clit with ease. “Peter, please.” His name fell from your lips like a prayer, causing his to chuckle and you yelp in surprise as he plants a firm bite on your neck, causing threads of pleasure down your spine. Your breast felt heavy and achy with need, every pant from you causing your nipples to rub against his chest. Your hips are now rolling on their own accord, moving in time with his torturing fingers.

“You keep begging sweetly like that and I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you right here. I’m barely holding onto my reserve right now, Y/N. I want nothing more than to throw you down and have my fill of you. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll tell me to stop right now.” 

Sighing dreamily, you tease, “Weren’t you the one who started this, hmm?” His movements slowed to a stop, and he simply held you for a long moment. Your heart felt like it was floating and soaring through the cloud, butterflies in your stomach as his breath fanned against your breast. “Yeah well … I’ve never been the reasonable one, have I?” You felt his smirk against your neck before it disappeared in his seriousness, “If you want me to stop, Y/N, you have to let me know now.” 

“You’ll stop if I ask?” Your whisper was barely heard as it floated through the silent night.

He was silent for a moment before he responded, “I would. It would kill me but I would. I would do anything you asked of me, Y/N. I would steal the moon for you if you asked it of me. Please … just stay with me.”

Wrapping your arms around his head and shoulders, you envelop the precious bundle that was clingy to you like you were his life source. How could you deny him? Tilting your head towards him so that you lips ghosted over his ear, you whisper, “I need you, Peter. Are you going to make me beg?”

You let out a started gasp as he shot to life. Your hands falling away from him and bracing behind you against the tree as one of his hands shot down to undo his pants while the other ripped the top of your dress down the middle, leaving the two sides falling open and revealing your body to him. Your dress hung loosely, like a belt wrapped around your waist now, your breasts exposed to the cool air causing your nipples to pebble. Suddenly his naked cock was dragging between your wet lips as he rocked against you, coating it with your arousal. Peter pushed to have his body flush against yours again and his face back in your neck, one hand went back to your ass while the other grabbed and squeezed at your breast. 

“Y/N. I need you. Hard and fast. I can’t think straight and having you like this is pushing me towards the brink of insanity. I can’t control myself right now.” 

“Don’t hold back, Peter. I need you, just as you are.” 

A pleasured cry and a “oh my god” was ripped from you when Peter lifted you and slid you the whole way down, taking his whole cock inside you until you were sitting flush against his thigh. “Oh, fuck, Y/N. My dreams are nothing compared to this.” 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he used you to milk his cock; using you to ride him. His arm flexing to lift you and his hips slamming up to meet you. His pace was brutal. His strength had you slamming down with a force that made your muscles squeeze and pulse with every thrust. Your cries were loud and obscene but his growls and grunt were feral; only causing you to react more frantically. Your hips your rolling to meet his thrusts and the strong kneading on your achy breasts and bites along your neck was almost too much to bare. In and out. In and out. Every slide and every slam sending pleasure to the tops of your head to the tips of your toes.

Then suddenly, his hand was there again, right on your clit with enough pressure that cause nearly painful pleasure. He continued to buck into you like a wild animal, your muscles clenched like a vice in satisfaction. He swirled and flicked with such precision as though he knew exactly what you felt and knew what you needed. Your head was swimming with arosual, your toes curling and your back arching against the rough texture on your back, cause little delicious scratches to scrape there. “Peter, I’m right there. Cum with me. I need you.” 

He slammed his lips into yours, drinking in all your cries, and his efforts doubled, then all at once, he stilled and groaned into your mouth, and he shook and emptied into you. Sweaty and panting, you both held each other, desperate to catch your breaths. After a few calm and blissful minutes, Peter softly kisses your jaw and whispers, “Come back with me, Y/N. Stay with me.”

With your eyes closed, your head rolled back, and your smile pointing up towards the dark sky, you whisper, “Ok, Peter. Take me home.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

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Best Peter

Lovely art by @chaosgremlin95 (Angel) and @silly-lil-fool (Pen), ugly graphic by me. They look like game show contestants.

Angel belongs to @chaosgremlin95, being the Peter Pan in TNC and the Golden Arrows spinoff.

Pen belongs to @silly-lil-fool, being the Peter Pan in WNI.

*The word best here implies a common favourite, not that one is better than the other.

In the server, Vampeter, owned by @/yokaishinari came 3rd and Roswell owned by @/jayisabluebird came 4th out of the four nominees. I will not disclose Pen and Angels placings as not to sway public bias.

PROPAGANDA, feel free to submit ur own for either one.

Pen:

Honestly the first fan made Peter Pan to really make the rounds on Tumblr, he's an icon, synonymous with the Pandom. Our most famous, everyone else wanted to be Pen. He's the BLUEPRINT. Pen created something we should all aspire to become, a pioneer of Pans. Pen WNI is Influential, inspirational, iconic. Vote Pen 2k24 - @thecringefailintherye

Pen was my introduction to the fandom, He is the sweetest, silliest and absolute most freakish of little guys. I think my gravitation towards [a very pen-style character] comes from my need to keep Pen with me forever! - @chaosgremlin95

Angel:

-He has such flavor; the core personality traits of Peter Pan the same but shown in a different light! He is selfish in his weird attempts to be humble, he is cocky while constantly being put down and sad, 🤌🤌🤌

-his design is super creative and unique, giving him a distinct vibe from any other version

-is both a little guy and a wet meow meow at the same time

-has actual canon written/beautifully illustrated story to go along with the he!

-dramatic ahh nickname of the “Angel of Death” (from Hook no less) that’s just perfect for him

-*slaps the roof of him* this bad boy can fit so much tragedy inside of him

He deserves to win, he deserves some love

MY BOY DESERVES EVERYTHING!!!!! - all from @silly-lil-fool

i GOTTA GO WITH ANGEL!

The boy is probably the only Peter in history that learned his lesson BEFORE the story starts. Granted he's still a mess every day - @chaosgremlin95

Good luck, boys!!

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OuaT Peter Pan X OC (part 1 maybe)

This is just for fun y'all. This isn't a fanfic page so PLEASE don't get attached to anything I post here, there will not be frequent updates (if any). I may drop this and never post again, it's all for kicks and giggles. Even still, let me know how I can write better. xoxo

Brief Synopsis - Loretta finds herself washed up on the shores of an unfamiliar island. The friend she arrived with is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean she's alone on the island.

Story starts under cut.

It’s almost like static, the sounds Loretta heard as she roused from a state of numbness. With her head pounding and body aching and cold, she blinked her eyes, slowly adjusting to the harsh light against her face. Her blinking becomes more rapid as she attempts to remove pests from her eyes. It’s not dirt, but sand. A strong scent of sea veg fills her nostrils. She begins to recognize the familiar feeling of soft waves, washing over her, returning to the sea, then over her again, ending just below her cheeks. As the sand clears from her eyes, she becomes better adjusted to the light and can see her surroundings. She had washed up on the shore of some land. Is it an island? A mainland? Is there any civilization or is she stranded?

Stranded. Stranded would mean she’s alone, but she isn’t alone. As she sat up she remembered. “Noah Reed!?” she calls out into the white light reflecting off the beach, whipping her head around in each direction. He came with her on their wrecked ship, the boy she escaped that life of responsibility with, the one who showed her what magic and true freedom could be. The one who told her about the different worlds. But that storm had separated them. Is he even on the island? What island is she on? There are no strange fruits along the shoreline to indicate if she recognizes the island from stories or pictures. The vastness of the sea isn’t helping either. Loretta stumbles to her feet, taking in her surroundings. She kicks her legs in awkward discomfort as her now dirtied white skirt sticks to her calves. “Noah Reed! Noah Reed! Noa-,”

Loretta cuts herself off as she notices the unfamiliar boy in front of her. He stands unbothered on top of the rigged rocks, cocky, as if he owned the place. “You’re not Noah,” she states blankly.

“Do I look like Noah?” the boy asks.

“If you’re going to be like that I think I’d rather you leave me be,” he raises his eyebrows at that, then holds an entertained smile.

“What’s your name?”

“That’s none of your business. How about you tell me your name?”

“That’s none of your business,” Loretta frowns, eyebrows furrowing. She looks down, spots a stick a short ways away from her, then marches towards it. “What are you doing?”

“Drawing a line in the sand,” she says as she presses the tip of the stick deep into the wet sand and drags it in a long line, separating herself from the older boy. “You stay on that side and stop bothering me,”

With that order, she turns around sharply, wet hair whipping through the air, droplets smacking her in her own face, and marches in the opposite direction for the boy, looking about the sandy shore.

“What are you looking for?” Loretta makes a noise of alarm before scowling. The boy had appeared right before her eyes.

“I thought I told you to leave me alone?” The boy says nothing, waiting for an answer. She lets out a breath of frustration, but answers all the same. “My leather satchel. It can’t be far from here,”

She walks the shoreline, the boy continuing to follow, hoping from rock to rock. He really is fast. And annoying. Like a gnat that just won’t give.

“So how did you get here anyway?” he asks her. Buzz buzz buzzing like a gnat too. Can’t he just leave her alone?

“A shipwreck,” she states plainly.

“I don’t see any ship ‘round here,”

“Because it happened in the middle of the sea, that’s why. There was a bad storm. Now won’t you please leave me alone? I really need to find my bag,”

“You mean the one over there?” Across the shore there’s a tall rock, around its base is the arm band of her satchel, the bag itself fighting against the current of the shallow waves. Without a word she runs to it, leaving imprints of her feet in her wake, the sand gathering on the hem of her skirt. She pulls the satchel up and off the rock. Dropping to her knees, she opens it, digging through its contents. “What’s in this bag that’s so important anyway?”

“A spell book,” she says, lifting up a book with a finely detailed hard cover, eyes wide in excitement and awe. It may look worn from age and seawater, but the magic inside is just as crisp and powerful as if it were still new. “Let’s see if this is the island I seek,”She flips through the pages until seemingly finding a specific one, then places the book open on the sand, her stick from earlier lying crooked against the book's binding. The boy looks quizzically as he watches her over her shoulder. Again her arm plunges into the bag and she pulls out another item, this one a spinning wooden top. Whilst reading the open pages, she mumbles to herself, holding the top over the book. She stares down the item as if waiting for something to happen, but nothing does. “Curses! It isn’t working. I must be on the wrong island, if this even is one,”

“And what island might you be looking for?”

“A place with magic. To keep us young forever and conjure things one can only hope for in my land,” Loretta raises to her feet, looking round and defeated, not knowing what to do. “I don’t even know if he’s in this place with me. Gosh, I wish I could just have a map to find him!” almost in an instant, a drawn out parchment appears in the palm of her empty hand. She looks at it with wide eyes, taking it in both hands and feeling the paper to test its existence. On the piece is a mark of where she is, a large X, and a dotted trail connecting the two. “A map, exactly how I wished it. Wait…” she turns to the boy, “How did you appear in front of me so suddenly before,”

He simply shrugs. “Magic,” Loretta approaches him, looking him in the face.

“Tell me, what island is this?” he smiles at her, a mischievous smile.

“Why, this is Neverland, of course,” Loretta’s face widens with a grin, and she cheers, jumping in the air.

“We did it! We found it! Why didn’t you say something earlier! You enjoyed watching me act a fool, didn’t you?” her whole demeanor had changed. Before she held a posture of irritation towards the boy, but how she shared a fondness towards him. “Come, I still have to find Noah Reed,”

“You want me to come with you? Weren’t you just telling me to bug off before?”

“What, that? Oh, that wasn’t serious. Besides, you seem to know this island better than me. I could use your help. Now are you coming or not?” she flippantly asks, then runs towards the forests.

posted 14.Wed.Mar.2024

[edwardianblouse]

Chapters: 1/1- COMPLETE Fandom: Peter Pan Rating: Mature  Relationships: Wendy Darling/Peter Pan Additional Tags: Neverland, Edwardian Period, Romance, Hurt, Betrayal, Mental Institutions, Growing up, Parent-Child Relationship

No matter how viciously Mrs Kilbride, our housekeeper, scrubbed our heads, the fairy dust was buried in our roots, stubborn as fleas. It dusted our pillows when we woke from sleep. The maids spent hours in the garden beating it out of the sheets. Nana running around their legs, barking with each violent thwack.

Wendy deals with her return from Neverland and tries to hatch a plan to be reunited with Peter - but her parents have other ideas.

[smutandfluffohmy]

Prince Charming pt.2

From: Smutandfluffohmy

Character Parings: Peter Pan X Reader X Mystery Girl

Request: hey sorry if this is last minute but i've recently been binge reading all of your peter pan x y/n stories and they're so good but I was wondering if you could write a second part to your prince charming one and if you already did whats it called because I cant seem to find it :) if you can't thats ok I was just wondering xoxo❤️🖤

Warnings: Smut! Bisexual reading just for context

A/N: Long time no write. Yes I did come back answering requests with heavy smut. Yes I am trying to get better at writing smut. Yes I still don’t know who the mystery girl might be or what their deal is just ignore please.

Word count: 2.9k

Read the first part here

Huffing you dropped the empty bottle, this day has been more complicated than you bargained for when you woke up this morning. Stalking up behind them you gently tapped their shoulder  “You really meant what you said?” you said turning to face them.

They only nodded, shocked. Shocked that they were actually doing this, shocked that you had shown up when they were ready to mark you off as a no-show.

“Lead the way.” You said smiling, waiting for them to walk up ahead, your blade tucked safely ready to be used at any signs of betrayal. They strode up ahead, constantly looking behind, making sure that you were still following.

Getting to the small house they unlocked the door stepping inside, their eyes filled with nervous energy. You looked around the room, stove, table, scratch that tables, chairs, mirror, bed, things you couldnt make out. No place for anyone to hide, good atleast it wasnt a trap. Looking around you still inspected, you can’t have a good time if you were too worried about someone was going to stab you with your pants down, literally.

A soft cough came from behind you “Ive. I have n- I haven’t” she said, looking around the room trying to keep her gaze somewhere else that weren’t your eyes. You smiled placing your bag on the table next to a small stove.

“Never been with a girl? Don’t worry most women haven’t, I’ll teach you” You said strutting over to her, taking your coat off in the process. Her eyes widened, mouth in a soft line sitting on the edge of her bed.

She shook her head looking up at you “Anyone.” she whispered, you almost didn’t catch it but you did catch the deep blush that spread from her cheeks all the way to her neck  “I’ve never been with anyone.” she said a bit louder.

“Well this is a real pleasure for me then.” You said with a big smirk, kneeling in front of her you start tugging at the ties that tied her skirt tightly to her waist.  “Tell me.” you whispered, trailing your hands down tugging off her boots, afterall if this was her first time you needed her to be undeniably smittened by you.  “How does a pretty girl like yourself get off if nobody has ever had the pleasure before.” You said looking up at her, your hands resting on her knees.

She shook her head, “I don’t know what you mean.” she said, looking like she was either about to cry or run away from sheer embarrassment. Your hands gripped her legs a bit tighter, she looked cute flustered.

“You must get lonely at night. Show me what you do.” You pushed, a mix of turning her on and pure curiosity about what she was going to show you and how exactly it was going to help you getting her off.

A beat, silence. Her eyes quickly flickered towards the small slim table in the center of the room pushed against a wall, a small mirror hanging over it.

You stood up, hands leaving her knees grabbing her hands instead “Show me.” You said trying to pull her to her feet, her hands gripped yours tightly.

She shook her head, after shaking her head so many times her hair starting falling all over her face, cascading softly around her face. “It’s really stupid I- I just…” she murmured, her eyes bouncing from you to the table and back.

Now it was your turn to shake your head. “I’ll decide if it’s stupid. show me” you said with a smile pulling her to her feet, untucking her shirt from her skirt. Pulling her into a kiss you stepped back slowly leading her towards the table. Your tongue swiped across her lip, grabbing her soft waist by one hand and the back of her neck with the other.

You sat her down gently on the edge of the table, shaking her head she wordlessly turned around movingslightly to the rounded corner of the table.

Her skirts pooled over her thighs. Her hips rocked back and forth, her clit hitting the corner of the table sending jolts of electricity through her body. Placing your hands at the collar of her shirt, feeling the frills, tugging it slightly urging it to come off her body. Moving her arms, nothing keeping her shirt up now her breats falling out resting softly on the top of her stomach.

“Well, aren’t you pretty.” You whispered in her ear, tracing the curves of her face and grabbing her chin “Look” you said, making her look at her own reflection.

“Let me feel you.” You said ricking her hips against the corner of the table, she hurriedly nodded.  “Say it. Say I can feel you.” you pushed, moving her hair to the side lightly racking your teeth on her neck. You kept pushing her heads back and forth.

“You can. Please I. You. Fuck please touch me.” She breathed out.

Your hand reached over her thigh and between her legs. She was soaking wet and getting to look at herself in the mirror was the only thing keeping you from getting her on her back. Slipping two fingers inside of her pumping softly, a moan left her lips.

Taking your fingers out of her you sucked them clean “Do you know how good you taste?” you said, she whimpered at the sight of her cum glistening on your lips. You took your fingers, grazing them over her wet clit. “Open up.” you said and she quickly obliged.

Her lips closed around your fingers, sucking herself from your fingers. In the mirror you could see her cum glazed lips, her eyes hazy, it was driving you crazy. Your hands grabbed at her breats massaging them while you sucked on her neck. Her breath hitched, bucking her hips against the table, her hands grabbing yours squeezing her breats and helping your hands travel down between her legs. This was your breakingpoint.

Her face pressed against the mirror, her breath fogging up the hazy surface. With your feet you spread her feet apart wanting to help her out. Playing with her clit, your other hand massaging her thigh, wondering what it would feel like to be squeezed by them.

Her breats pressed against the wall, her hands laid flatly on either side of the mirror grabbing hopelessly at the wall.

A string of curses fell from her mouth as you picked up the pace, one hand pumping in and out while the other circled her clit. Big movements, small movements, faster, slower, any combination that made her knees buckle under her sliding down the wall. She started to whimper, looking down at her her breats pushed tightly against the wall making them pool on the top. You started to slow down “Show me what you do.” You whispered in her ear, leaving trails of sloppy kisses from the bottom of her ear and down her neck.

Her hips buckled feeling for your touch and when she was found with none she reached down to find your hand. One hand still pumping in and out of her while the other left faint touches over her clit. She grabbed your hand and rubbed her clit with it faster.

And faster.

faster.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster.

Your hand was drenched with cum dripping from your fingers. “Oh fuck please don’t stop please.” She said breathlessly.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You said keping up her rhythm, her muscles twitched around your fingers. You could feel her start coming around your fingers, her moans were unintallable and so loud it was all you heard. She came, her warm twitching body against your own, sweat sticking her hair to her skin. Your pace on her clit didn’t let up, you were relentless.

“I don’t think I can go again” She whispered, tears stinging her eyes. You took your fingers out of her, walking her to the bed. As soon as she sat down she let her weight bring her down to the bed collapsing from exhaustion. You turned around grabbing her a glass of water, filling it from the pitcher from the other table. The other table that didn’t have the best time of their life, at least not today.

Turning around you placed the cup of water in her hand “You taste amazing. Maybe next time I can get a good taste.” You said putting your face inches away from hers, so close you could smell her and she could smell herself from your lips.

After all of that her face change to beat red. “What about you? I didn’t touch you.” She said already reaching towards you. Your clit ached and you tried to ignore the wet cum trailing down your leg.

You grabbed her hand and placed it on her breats “If you touched me, you might drive me wild and you’ll never get rid of me.” you sighed looking down at her, your eyes looking over her body.

You went towards your clothes reaching into your bag. Clinking of coins against each other filled the silence in the room, your fingers graced against objects, coins and knives finally finding what you were looking for. Taking out a small seashell that had been made into a necklace, that matched your own.

Walking towards her you sat on the edge of the bed. “If you ever need me. Just blow here and I’ll come running.” You said placing it gently in her hand.

She turned it over between her fingers, bringing it closer to the flame “What is it?” she said looking up at you.

“A seashell”

She laughed “I can see that. But what does it do?” she asked, bringing it closer to her face trying to figure out how to use it, afraid she might be missing something completely obvious.

You lightly took it from her hands “It sends me a message, I don’t really know how it works some mermaid friends of mine gave it to me.” you shrugged, flashes of memories going through your mind remembering exactly how you got those seashells.

She looked up at you with bright eyes “You’re friends with mermaids?” she whispered like there was someone else that could hear this amazing secret only you and her shared.

You laughed to yourself “Yea. Friends” you said shrugging your shoulders. “Whenver you need me again. Just blow.” you whispered rubbing your thumb over her lips gently.

She propped herself up from the bed with her hand “You’re leaving? What if I need you now?” she pleaded, unconsciously pushing her breasts out enticing you in.

You smiled, trying your best to look at her eyes and only. At her eyes. “I don’t want to wear you out in one night.” “Do yourself a favor and don’t see anyone else, at least not for now.” You said pulling your pants on, your shirt going over your head.

“Or what you’ll kill me?” she scoffed dropping back into her bed , feeling the seashell in her hands watching you tug on your boots and gathering your things in a clean swoop.

You leaned over, brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear “No never. But I don’t promise the same for your friend.” you winked, walking out of the house leaving your new friend at a lost for words.

Putting on your coat and your hat you nodded at a few guys walking past you with the same untucked shirts just like you, both of you giving eachother a look, a laugh and a wave knowing exactly what had just happened.

“The entire bloody kingdom could hear you screaming and yapping.” Peter said emerging from the shadows, his face hot from anger or arousal you didn’t know and you don’t really care.

You rolled your eyes at him you didn’t know if he was a perv or a prude “You’re such a creep lurking in the shadows.” you scoffed leaning against a wall knowing this could take a while   “Besides. They weren’t my screams.” you smirked crossing your arms over your chest.

Peter stepped closer, his nose scrunching as he did “You smell like. Well like.” he said flustered, knowing what your words were going to be as soon as his own words finished leaving his mouth.

You gave him a big smile “Pussy? Yup taste like it too.” you gave a little shrugged leaning against the wall looking up a head “Not that you would know anything about it.” you laughed .

Peter walked to stand in front of you “I was married once.” he blurted out wanting to be on your level even just for a little bit.

You scrunched your eyebrows letting out a quick huff “What to a little boy.” you said

His face fell “There’s no convincing you that I’m not a giant pervert huh.” he said, feeling defeated wondering where his quick quips and witty remarks when he needed them.

You pushed yourself off the wall stepping closer to Peter “Tell me do I look stupid to you?” you said getting in his face, anger rising inside of you.

A smile creeped across Peters face “You look gorgeous to me.” he said sincerely.

Your nose and mouth twisted in disgust “Yuck. Grow up” You said, peter pissing you off each passing second.  “I heard your little bullshit back there.” you said shoving your finger in his face.

Peter reached to push your hair out of your face “What bullshit?” he said, you swatted his hand away not wanting him to touch you even the slightlest bit.

You stood taller “The soulmate bullshit.” you said placing your extended fingers on his chest shoving him backwards after each word.

He shook his head “It’s not bullshit.” he said hurt.

You scoffed at his reaction “You really think I’m going to fall at your feet? What do you want Peter? You want me to swoon?” you teased turning him around  “Oh catch me Peter I feel faint. By the great heavens im slipping catch me in your strong arms.” you said fanning yourself, stepping closer making Peter to stumble slightly backwards.

You pushed him against the wall, your forearm pressing his shoulders against the jagged stone wall “Listen to me. And listen to me well.”  you said between gritted teeth, grabbing at your knife the polished metal glittering under the moon light  “You don’t know me. You don’t want to get to know me. Whatever or hoever you think I am you’re wrong.” you said shoving the knife into his face hoping it would scare him enough to save you a fight.

His eyes never looked at the knife, never leaving your eyes “I know who you are.” he whispeed to you.

You scoffed slightly shaking your head, squinting your eyes accusingly at him “You really don’t. You think you do but you don’t.” you whispered to him, not knowing if he was just stupid or just dense.

“Then tell me who you are.” he said,  moving closer to you, the blade of your knife digging into the soft flesh on his cheek.

You didn’t give in, you push it harder his cheek trickling small drips of blood “A dangerous person. An evil person.” you said

Peter looked into your eyes, searching for some hint of a lie, a bluff but he didn’t find any “I’m dangerous. People fear me.” He said, hoping you found the same sincerity in his eyes like he found in yours.

Digging your fingers into his shoulders “Whatever you want to believe pretty boy.” You scoffed pusing him harder against the wall, leaves rustled around you.

You turned around, slashing your knife down, “What the fuck!” someone yelled stepping closer to the light, grasping at their face.

“I told you. Don’t fuck with me again or I’ll give you a matching scar.” You said pointing your knife up at Felix whos hatred for you was all but spilling out of him.

He clenched his jaw “You smell like cunt.” he scoffed, rolling his eyes and stepping next to Peter.

You shrugged  “So I’ve heard” You smiled at Felix pissing him off even more, if that was even possible. You turned to Peter  “Leave me alone Pan or I’ll make sure you regret it.” you threatened pointing the blade opf your knife towards Peter.

Peter let his head tilt to the side “Come on princess just give me a chance. I’ll make it worth your while.” he smiled walking quickly behind you trying to catch up.

You came to a halt, your boots tracking up dust with them. “Sorry Pan but you can’t rent me out like a wench, I sleep whoever I chose to and you are far from what I would choose to do.” you griminched looking at him

“That’s not what I meant! I’ll do the whole courtship! I’ll take you wherever you want!” Peter said urgently trying to search for the correct words, not sure what the correct words were with you exactly.

“Piece of advice Peter. Don’t fall in love or lust or whatever you’re doing.” You said making little circles at peter  “It’s well…” you took a deep breath “Pathetic” you said flatly yurning around walking away from Peter and Felix.

“Felix would I be mad for taking her face?” Peter said dreamily as he pointed at the general direction where you had your little friend.

Felix rolled his eyes, damming his luck for having this girl out of all the thousands of girls Peter could’ve possibly been with “Do you honestly want me to answer?” He huffed running his finger across his cut.

Peter’s eyes never left you, watching you attentively as you walked off “I need to be with her.” Peter said tightening his jaw, pissed that this was all getting too complicated too early on.

[zeldamacgregor]

Two new chapters of Star Mile (finally)!

I'm excited to continue this now almost 18 year old labor of love. It's been a kick to get back into Neverland and spark up the story again.

One million thousand clever rainbow thanks to @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter who continues to be an excellent friend and supporter of this silly little endeavor!

[internetgiraffekid1673]

John Darling Through The Ages:

This is post number 3 for this project! I am making a crossover AU with high school AU undertones for Peter Pan, Milo and the Phantom Tollbooth, the Wizard of Oz, and Alice in Wonderland (Too much fantastical stuff will happen for me to think of it as just a high school AU). Long story short, all the main kids from these stories end up in the same town and going to school together after their fantastical adventures.

Posts for Wendy and Alice! More information about this AU will be under the cut. The art without the fact file will be at the bottom.

Chicken Scratch Translator (boxes in the order they should be read):

[Neverland Era. Age: 9. Source: Doodles from Milo Johnson's school notebook]

[Notes: A precocious and curious boy who is fascinated with both life and fiction, and everything that may be possible. He is adventurous and wants to see and do everything, but he does have more common sense than most his age, and feels pressured to be "the responsible one."]

[Gay Theatre Kid Era. Age: 16. Source: Dorothy Gale's Digital Journal]

[Notes: Leaned into both his zest for life and his absolute nerdiness by being a dedicated theatre kid. Although he's a good student at heart, he often slacks off or misbehaves to piss of his dad, who puts a little too much stock in John being his most academically inclined child. Out and proud gay, although he exaggerates the flamboyance for a variety of reasons.]

[Dork with a Day Job Era. Age: 26. Source: Michael Darling's lockscreen photo, taken when he first saw John's workplace in person]

[Notes: John managed to surprise everyone by choosing to become an accountant. His genuine love for math, statistics, and keeping things organized certainly help, but his favorite parts are all the strange and wonderful people he gets to meet. Although he is very good at his job, he absolutely refuses to adhere to a dress code or even attempt to hide his dorky, nerdy personality.]

Also, the second photo has context that's not immediately clear: John fell asleep in class and his friends spray painted his glasses orange then recorded his reaction.

Extra AU Information (tentatively named The CrossRoads)!

1. This AU takes place primarily during their time in high school and sometime between the 90s and 2010s.

2. I get to do what I want, so I decided the Darlings are 1/4 Japanese, from their maternal grandmother.

3. The Darling kids and Alice still lived in England during their original adventures, but moved to America sometime after for reasons I have not fully decided on yet. Dorothy is still from Kansas and Milo is from an indeterminate area in American Suburbia.

4. Their school is 7-12. Michael and Alice are 8th Graders, John and Milo are sophomores, and Wendy and Dorothy are seniors.

5. I'm mixing source materials! The canon I'm building from is the books for Alice and Wonderland and Milo and the Phantom Tollbooth, the Warner Bros Movie for Wizard of Oz, and some unhinged combination of the book, the Disney movie, and the stageplay for Peter Pan, skewing towards the Disney movie. This is almost entirely due to my familiarity with the source materials, but I do have a couple other reasons that I may specify in a later post.

6. Just because I don't specify a character's sexuality in their "file" doesn't mean they are automatically straight! John is specified as gay because leaning into gay stereotypes is a big part of his teenage personality and life experience.

7. More specifically, Wendy and Dorothy are some flavor of sapphic and will be shipped (I haven't decided exactly what their identities are, and to be fair, they probably haven't either during the main period of this au). Milo is aspec, and there will be some aspec version of a John/Milo ship. Alice is a raging pansexual and Michael is straight and also too busy to care.

8. Neverland, Wonderland, Oz, and The Lands Beyond will all factor in and be visited, but equal focus will be given to the regular high school parts of the story

9. These information files exist in story, but it's a secret who's writing them! :)

10. I didn't have room for it in the fact file, but adult John is also a LARPer, cosplayer, and convention-goer.

Here are the pictures of John without the fact file!

[kateofthecanals]

"A New Day: The Continuing Story of Peter Pan"

🌅CHAPTER I: THE NEXT GENERATION🌅

Okay fam, here we goooooo! The first chapter of my first (of 2) Peter Pan fanfics I wrote 20 years ago, migrated from FF.net to AO3!

Peter Pan & Wendy, now married, have just welcomed their 3rd child into the world -- a bouncing baby boy. But their happiness is soon cut short when it becomes clear that the apple does not fall far from the tree…

This is the first fanfic I ever wrote, which is actually a sequel to another fanfic I read (with the author's permission of course!). By and large this is a pretty PG story save for a chapter near the end which gets pretty spicy, which is why I have set the rating to "Mature". I'll do my best with other content warnings and tags but if anyone has any suggestions, please let me know, I am new to this!

Some mild warnings:

I wrote this 20 years ago when I and the world were 20 years younger.

I go deep into Peter Pan lore, so it helps if you have read all of JMB's Peter Pan canon, including Peter and Wendy, Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens, and The Little White Bird, but not mandatory

I wrote both my fics in the style of JMB, so if that isn't your cup of tea, well... it is what it is, lol.

The first chapter is pretty short, so you should be able to figure out right away what you're getting yourself into. Enjoy!(?)

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Never Sorrier

read on AO3

~1k, Peter Pan/Wendy Darling, G-rating, for @yearoftheotpevent’s May prompt “who are you?”

Summary: Peter forgets so often. He forgets to tell Wendy about forgetting her, driving Wendy to tears.

[rosered-schneeweisschens-sis]

PSA that not only does gay crackship fanfiction exist beyond the internet, but it may even be available in your local library.

Not an official recommendation because I haven’t read it (yet) but I tried a few pages, and story aside it seems fairly well-written? I admit I might be ‘Hooked’, any actual readers are encouraged to comment/reblog with thoughts.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Lost In Time

Fandom: Supergirl and Peter Pan

Characters: Kara Zor El, Tinker Bell, Tulla

Summary: Tinker Bell comes across the ultimate lost thing, an alien spaceship crash landed on Neverland.

Word Count: 2,158

Chapter: 1/?

Tinker Bell dusted food off her grass green dress and went to stare out the window in her treehouse to admire the stars. As much as she loved Peter and the other Lost Boys, they were a rowdy bunch. She liked times like these where things were tranquil. She stared for a couple of minutes until she noticed a weird bright object moving through the sky. She thought it was a shooting star. However, it was too small. As she followed its trajectory across the sky, she noticed that the object started to have smoke coming out of it. She lost sight of it and a couple of minutes later, she heard a boom which rattled the forest. A tower of smoke began to grow not that far from her. 

“I wonder what it could be,” Tinker Bell wondered. 

She shook her head at the notion. It would be foolish. It was from the sky. No telling where it came from or whether it was friend or foe. However, as she stared at the smoke in the distance, curiosity got the better of her. She flew quickly to see what had landed. When she arrived, she was baffled by what she saw. In a huge crater, there was a silver oval contraption. Very shining. It wasn’t very huge though. It looked to be 10 ft long and 4 feet wide. She had never seen anything like it. As she got closer, she saw a small window. She peeped inside and was amazed at what she saw. It was a young girl. She couldn’t be no more than 11 or 12. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully despite the crash. 

“I wonder where you came from” said Tinker Bell in awe as she touched the window. 

When her hand hit the glass, a bright light engulfed the entire object. Tinker Bell quickly flew up a couple of feet out of its reach. Warily, she watched as the light pulsated for a minute until it gradually dissipated. She thought about flying away until she heard a hissing sound coming from the object. She noticed the top part of the object gradually began to open. Out of it came the little girl. Tinker Bell thought that she was adorable. She had curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a white gown that had a gold trim with unusual symbols along the bottom of her dress and sleeves. The little girl looked around looking very confused and lost. 

Tinker Bell gradually approached her and said, “Are you okay?”

The little girl stared at her startled at first, but then turned to curiosity. 

Tinker Bell got up closer and tried again. 

“You look a little lost.”

The little girl gave a sad smile and said, “I think I am. I was supposed to land on Earth, but I feel that I may be in the wrong place.” 

Tinker Bell nodded and said, “You are in Neverland. It is two stars to the right from Earth.”

The little girl looked solemn. She looked around and suddenly began to panic. 

“Is everything ok?” asked Tinker Bell.

“No, my cousin is missing. He was sent in a similar ship as me.” said the little girl panicky. 

The little girl started pacing back and forth frantically. 

“What if he landed on Earth? He is only a baby. How is he going to take care of himself. What if the wrong people find him. What if…”

Tinker Bell stopped her by putting her hand on her lips. 

“Let’s not assume the worst about your cousin. There is a possibility that he landed here. If not, Earth is not that far from away.”

The little girl looked down frowning and said, “I am unfamiliar with the land and its inhabitants. How would I ever go about trying to find him?” 

Tinker Bell smiled and said, “I can be your guide. I am used to finding lost things. This will be a piece of cake.”

The little girl smiled and exclaimed, “Really, you would do that for me?”

“I would be happy too. By the way, what is your name?”

“My name is Kara Zor El.”

“Well, it is nice to meet you Kara. All I need is your cousin’s name, and I can use my magic to try to track him.”

“That is perfect! His name is Kal El.” 

“Alright, let’s see where Kal El may have landed.” 

Tinker Bell held out her hand for a couple of second before a wand appeared. She tend waved the wand in three broad strokes while chanting and a grey trail appeared. Kara stared in awe of such of feat. Tinker Bell stared at the trail and frowned.

Kara noticed Tinker Bell’s expression and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I may have spoken too soon about this being an easy fix,” sighed Tinker Bell. 

“Why is that?”

“Well, the trail is leading where your cousin will be.”

“You mean he hasn’t arrived at Earth or Neverland yet?”

“No, it is telling us where is location will be in the future.”

“Wait. You mean my cousin is not in the same time period as us?”

“Correct.”

“What year are we in now?” asked Kara nervously. 

“1845.”

“No. No, No! I am supposed to be in 1995. How did I get not only knocked off course, but stuck in the past,” said Kara pacing back and forth. 

“I never said you were stuck in the past or that our quest was hopeless. It is just going to take a lot longer than I thought,” mused Tinker Bell. 

“Will you still help me?” asked Kara with tears threatening to fall down her face. 

Tinker Bell said softly, “Yes, I will still help you. First, we need to find someone that specializes in time magic.”

“Do you know anyone?” asked Kara with her voice wavering.

“I know of several.”

“Where?”

“The fairy guild has a gathering of fairies of all kinds including the time fairies. We should find at least one of them there.”

Kara smiled softly and said, “That’s great. When can we go?”

“Why not now?”

Tinker Bell waved her wand and fairy dust began to fall all over Kara. Once it disappeared, Kara started to float. It took her a moment to gain her bearings, but after a couple of minutes she was soaring through the air. Tinker Bell was impressed. Peter took a half hour to learn how to fly half as good as Kara was right now. 

Tinker Bell floated up next to her and said, “Follow Me.”

The two soared off into the night on the next part of their journey . 

****

It took Tinker Bell and Kara no time at all to arrive at the Fairy Guild. As they went through the door, they came across fairies running around in a frenzy. 

“Wow, this is amazing!” said Kara in awe. 

“Yes, it is,” said Tinker Bell hesitantly. 

As they dodged out the way of the different fairies scurrying about, Kara asked, “All the fairies seem dressed in different colors. Does that mean anything?”

“Fairies dress in the color that corresponds to their magic. Elemental fairies wear brown, psychic fairies wear purple, general practice fairies wear green like me…”

What does general practice mean?”

“It means that I have never studied in one particular field. I learned bits and pieces of different magic.”

“Does that mean you know how to do time magic?”

Tinker Bell frowned while shaking her head. 

“I have studied books on how to do time magic, but as far as actual practice with it… not so much.”

“Why?”

“Time magic requires a lot of focus and training. If you are not careful, you can drastically change the timeline for the worse. It is not to be taken lightly.”

“Ohhh.”

They continued to wonder around the guild until Tinker Bell spotted someone she recognized. 

She led Kara towards the back of the room where there was a fairy in a brown dress hurriedly looking through scrolls. 

“Hello Tulla”

Tulla looked up startled, but then her face changed to a sigh of relief. She instantly grabbed Tinker Bell in a hug. 

“Oh good! You are here!”

Tulla started sobbing into her shoulder. Tinker Bell started rubbing her back baffled.

“Tulla, what’s wrong?”

Tulla looked up at her bewildered while wiping her tears. 

“Wait, you haven’t heard?”

“No, I haven’t heard anything.”

“How have you not heard?”

“I don’t know. Does whatever it is also have to do with why all the other fairies seem to be in a panic?”

Tulla started pacing back and forth. 

“Yes, all the fairies are in a panic!”

Midway through her pacing, she finally noticed Kara and stared at her with a frown on her face. 

“Why did you bring a child into the middle of this chaos?”

“One, I didn’t know we were in chaos mode. Two, my friend Kara here is in need of a time fairy to get her back to her correct time.”

Tulla eyes narrowed at Kara and asked, “You need a time fairy?”

“Yes.”

“Interesting you should ask about them. That is what the chaos is about. They are missing.”

“What!” shrieked Tinker Bell and Kara. 

“None of them have been heard from for over a week now.”

“How did no one realize this until now?” asked Tinker Bell baffled. 

“They were strangely all on missions.”

“Why is that unusual?” asked Kara. 

“Since there is only 3 of them, the guild doesn’t like to send more than one out at once for a mission. Time magic is the hardest to teach and training a new fairy in that field would take years.”

“What is the guild doing to address this?”

“They tried to find who sent them out all on missions. We found the request, but there were no names associated with the order. Tracker fairies were sent out to try to find them, but they found nothing.”

“You don’t think they’re….”

“No, based on the psychic fairies readings, they sense they are still alive, but they are not able to locate them either.”

“That’s good at least. I am a good tracker. Maybe, I can find something the other trackers missed.”

“No, that won’t be necessary.”

“But, I want to help!”

“Actually, you can. Since there is someone that is going after fairies with time knowledge, the guild has been searching our records to see who could be a next target.”

“But there is no one with the level of experience than the three that are missing.”

“Actually, there is one. You.”

“What!”

“You are the only fairy currently in the guild that has taken all of the practical courses. If knowledge serves me you were able to go back and forth through time.”

“Only for 24 hours either way.”

“Ohh… Well, we are going to need you to learn how to go further.”

“What!”

“The tracker fairies weren’t able to find them, but the trail indicates that time magic was involved in their disappearance so they are somewhere in the past or the future.”

“Hmmm…” said Tinker Bell pacing back and forth. 

Tinker Bell turned to Kara and asked, “Before you crashed here, do you remember anything unusual before then.”

Kara shuddered and said, “At some point I was in the phantom zone…”

“What is that?”

“There are like spirits that can suck your energy. They surrounded me for a while and then it suddenly stopped, and I was here.”

“Interesting….”

“Any theories forming?” asked Tulla.

“Both Kara and the time fairies are lost in time. This can’t be a can’t be a coincidence. I think that if we find out what brought Kara here that it may lead us to where the other time fairies are.”

“I think I know where we can start,” said Kara hesitantly.

“You do?” asked Tinker Bell.

“If my ship isn’t too damaged, I may be able to get a reading on what exactly happened.”

“That settles it, we will head back there!”

“No, you won’t. Not without back up.”

“You really think that is necessary?”

“Someone went through a lot of trouble to get the current time fairies. We can’t lose you in case we need to fix the time line.”

“But…”

“I know you are used to working solo, but you can’t leave without taking at least three other fairies with you. The guild hall fortunately is protected against time changes so I will be here monitoring for reports on any time changes occurring on the outside. All the other fairies are at your disposal.”

Tinker Bell looked around the various fairies that are running about and sighed. 

“What’s wrong?” asked Kara.

Tinker Bell sighed and said, “Investigating is the easy part. Finding teammates that won’t conflict with each other’s personalities is going to be tough.”

Tinker Bell slowly headed back into the crowd to look for willing teammates to accompany her on her quest. 

[jaewrotethis]

2- Brick...

A shiver wakes me and triggers all my sense at once. The cold sound of wind in the branches, the ice air clinging inside my skin, smell of damp grass, and heavy wave after light wave of pain all at once. The sky is dark when I open my eyes, gasping and launching forward. My muscles feel sore and I fear I’ve been shivering for some time now. The city gives off a nasty orange brown glow in the distance. I sit up, feeling immediate pain about my entire skull. I grab my head with both hands sucking in air, trying not to whimper out loud. I touch the throbbing spot on the back of my head, withdrawing when I feel a small wet spot. A small pit on fear develops in my stomach, fearing I’m seriously injured. I look at my fingers trying to suppress shivers seeing the light color of blood.

My throat is dry and I’m wet. My hair, my clothes, my face, all wet. I sit in damp jeans holding my head waiting for the headache to go away .It doesn’t but it calms down. I stand up and look into the forest pushing strands of hair behind my ears. The woods in front of me are darker than pitch black. The city lights behind me are bright. I feel dread growing in my veins as realization sets in. I need to be home. Not just in case Mother notices but for my own safety. Slowly, and in pain, I pick up my board and walk away from the forest and into the field. My limbs feel heavy and I’m so thirsty. It feels like forever until I reach the big black gate and it’s closed when I do.

Excellent job checking the park for bodies, maintenance man. I criticize in my head.

I slide my board through the bars, then not so easily I climb over the tall thick gate increasing my own headache. When my feet land on the other side, I make my way through the neighborhoods too tired and hurting to skate. In fear of being out at night and in pain I don’t stop walking until I’m at the streets of the big city. I sit on a bench outside of shops on the sidewalk, feeling safer now that there’s people walking all about. I need a moment to rest, my head feels like it’s burning and sends aches all the way down my skeleton. Home is miles away but only a half hour by the tube. I sit a minute thinking of the nearest train.

What time is it? Why is it so cold? I want to go home. I complain to myself.

Getting up I continue walking in direction of the tube, board in hand, only to stop at a corner in front of traffic lights, thinking and checking my corners.

The tube is too far. I should ring Mother.

No. Speaks the second voice, the louder and more angry one.

I can’t walk through the city like this and even after riding the tube, home is blocks of walking.

We are not calling Mother.

My head beats with my heart in a throb each second or so. My soppy clothes are taking their sweet time drying and my shoes squishing, feeling like damp rags inside. I’m thirsty. It's so cold. My eyes drift to a small park across the street beside the shops. A small playground on a patch of grass. What caught my eye was the two water fountains beside the playground. I run across the street regretting it as it makes my head throb faster. I walk to the fountains as I approach them, and drink for what felt like ten minutes before coming up to breathe. After my third breath break I spot the swings swaying lonely in the traffic breeze. I walk over to the playground taking a seat on a lonely swing, and placing my board on the pole of the whole thing. The small park sits between buildings. It’s a little nook in the towers but the far left corner wasn’t closed. It gaped open creating a small alley and dividing the block. Even worse than being out at night, is being in an alley at night. I face the street, swinging softly and clutching my pounding head. Red dots fly around my vision. I concentrate hard on breathing.

Come on, Jane. You’re smarter than this. Just get home. Think. I scold myself.

I breathe in and out coming to terms with the fact that I’ll be walking to the train to get home. I look up at the city. My vision better and my head only aching instead of swirling. I stand up ready to take a step in the grass when a car, only a street down, back fires. An image of the moment my brother died flashes in front of me. The feeling in my nerves returns. The warning. My knees buckled and I fell back into the swing as my brother kneels in front of me. The park disappears and the riot returns. The gun aimed as my brother gets to feet to strike but it’s too late. The gun goes off and his head implodes. I scream, tears breaking out hot down my cheeks. I go to run to him shouting his name but in reality I’m not moving. I can’t scream. I clutch the chains of swing hard, gripping them in fear of falling again. I relive the death of my brother and the time in Bromley. It’s a blurry, underlying mess, but I feel the pain of the needle breaking skin, the cold liquid flushing my arm. I see them watching through the glass. The shadows that weren’t really there attack, the cold faces of the dead scream. Memories that I’ve made a habit to never think of play out vividly, too close to forget, yet still blurry. There was no stopping it this time. The depression tornado that tore my head apart and left my heart in pain. My mind went away from me yet again as it did a long time ago.

I suppose though I’m lucky it’s the calm emotional attack. No hyperventilating. No shaking. No blacking out from the freezing cold air that came with it. I just sit here. Lost in my head. Unaware of the rest of the world, and grateful Mother isn’t present to witness. I’m conscious but I’m not here. I can’t move, but I also don’t try. My eyes drift to the girls in the asylum, holding down the crying, screaming new girl to burn a word into her arm. I turn away to see the street has come back. The girls now in the grass of the park. Black swirls close around my eyes trying to delete the terrible scene from this reality. Their yells and profanity muffling away into the sound of honking and sirens.

Is it ending? I think as the horrid memory sinks further into black.

Finally. The second voice exhales.

I don’t know how long I sat there seeing things but when I came back the traffic in the street has increased. I also am not alone anymore. The last of the visions blend into three people walking to me, the threatening voices morphing into these strangers speaking to me. I jump back from the startle, but into reality.

“Hi there, little miss,” one starts.

They all continue speaking at me but I’m already up and running away from them.

This! This is why we don’t stay out passed dark. The second voice shouts in my ear making me duck away from nothing. You’re pity party depression attack is gonna get us killed.

Why is it mine and not ours? I question the little voice, only to hear nothing back.

The boys start yelling at me and follow me blocking the path to the street with there arms out. They’re laughing to each other and speaking drunkenly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where you going?”

“Chill out, mate, we just wanna chat,”

“Oi, oi, relax, love.”

“I bet she’s got a wet young one, this one.”

“Don’t let her get far, mate!”

I back up as they herd me toward the playground, trying to circle me. I pull my pocket knife from my pants. I don’t switch out the blade but hold onto it tightly. They block my way to the street completely and my heart beats faster the more I see the street pull away from me.

The alley. The angry voice speaks.

I don’t think so. I argue.

They come closer. My breath cuts short with fear of not having a way out. One man suddenly jumps forward, reaching out to grab me and shouting at me at the same time. I jump back from him slipping from his grip before he could get a good enough one.

Go!

“Fuck it.” I whisper out while spinning and running full-on sprint away without looking back.

I hear them running after me and shouting things to each other. I run fast reaching the alley with my arms stretched out away from the panic thats going to catch me if I hear their footsteps too close to me. I clutch the alley wall as I reach it throwing myself into it. The alley is long. I take my second to look back and see only one of them is running after me. The others are far behind carelessly. The alley leads a long way down to a street with passing traffic at the end. Running down the alley, the floor is wet. The only light comes from the building windows up above. Broken pipes break up the bricks. Shattered glass and crumbling bricks scattered all the way down. Few tall dumpsters sit against the walls, trash litters where wall meets gritty, wet floor.

This is where people get murdered.

The traffic ahead gets closer and closer, my hopes getting higher. People on the opposite side of the street full of cars walk on by behind the noise. I run faster already feeling the safety of the crowded sidewalk. I would have made it to. I would have walked through the people, onto sidewalk, been seen, been safe. But the wet floor had decided to deceive me. My right root slides through a puddle. I slip backwards banging my head on the concrete. My feet flying up in the air from impact.

Are you serious! Running for your life and you slip and fall. Shrieks the second voice.

My head buzzes with shock. The headache pounds one, then two, then returns completely. I blink open my eyes to see black spots dancing in front of me. I shake my head trying to keep it up. I lift my back, sitting up. Putting my feet to the floor, my head falls side to side then up, then down. I still grip my knife. I turn to my side putting elbows on the ground and lifting myself but I can't lift quick enough. I see the man running full speed approaching me fast. Too fast.

He reaches me, panting. Still dizzy on the floor I begin to panic. His angry hands are snatching at my shoulders while I try crawling away. He grips my hoodie yanking me forward. His face red, eyebrows knotted, he lifts me up and turns around throwing me at the wall, away from the street that was my safety. I start screeching then. Shouting for help the instant his fingers snatched my sweater. He purposely throws me, bashing my head into the brick. I feel the shock before the pain and yell out. His thick fingers leave my sweater to clamp around my neck. Pain contaminates my throat. He presses hard and squeezes my esophagus. I can’t even choke before my entire air supply is cut off. I manage to let out a gag and scream of some sort as I struggle to get the blade button on my thumb. His hands are busy choking the life out of me, one of his knees rises to push down my kicking thighs.

I try to scream but only cracks of badly needed air escape my lips. I curse the stupid knife for not being in this mans skull already. Black spots begin to return around my vision and my eyes drop. He releases my throat and I inhale dramatically, coughing and choking on the back of my tongue. My slowed reflexes finally fumble on the switch blade button and it flips out. It flips out just as he grabs my sweater again and punches my jaw, knocking me to the floor. My jaw clicked and already I feel a bruise forming on my face.

My knife flew from my hand when my knees crashed into the pavement inviting pain into both caps and up my bones. My palms couldn’t even stable myself on the floor before he snatches me from behind. He begins pulling me away from the street. The panic triples in effect from seeing the street light pull away from me. I scream as loud as I can, though my voice is scratchy and breathless.

“Stop! Let go! Get off me!” I scream and scream as loud as possible but my strained vocal cords crack.

I struggle against him, my voice ripping in and out. My back to his chest. His right arm wrapped around me, his left at my neck. He squeezes my ribs hard, pushing breath from my chest and his other closes around my mouth. I throw my fists at him trying to get his face. He muffles my screams and tugs harder at me, pulling me further and further from the street. My kicking heels scrape the floor before I kick them up again. He drags me behind a dumpster and throws my figure against it. I yell out one last time, as I slam into the hard metal, before his palm is over my mouth again.

I claw at his hand with my nails but he pushes me into the metal, crushing me. I want to let my legs give out but his knee digs between them. My small air cut noises go unheard behind the thrashing and slamming on metal. He leans his mouth next to my ear, breathing out loud. He presses my chest to the dumpster while trying to get under my clothes. He manages to grip my fists away from his face and into my own chest to press me painfully hard up against the dumpster. I scream in pain and fear. His other hand slides roughly between my thighs and grabs me. I scream louder and shove way harder, fighting away from the dumpster. He growls in anger and hits me again. Backing up for a second to punch me in the face again. My hair flies in my face as I twist and fall on to the floor.

I breathe finally. His hands no longer pressing my lungs with my own forearms, I cough. My hands hit the wet floor, my knees wet from landing in puddles of the dented floor. I don’t get any time to look up when his foot rams into my side striking my ribs. He kicks me over and over. I cough and sputter beginning to cry. I fall to my stomach, elbows on the floor in the water. My whole front side now wet. I continue coughing, stretching out my aching ribs. He’s cursing at me now. I hold my head on the floor. He kneels next to me, grabbing anything he can to flip me upward where I only fight against him ineffectively. He slams my chest and head into the ground with open palms.

Weak.

All energy gone. My head ringing too loud to feel the throbbing. I taste blood and see dark spots. My sides hurting worse than it all. He climbs over me which feeds all my fear and panic. I throw myself up screaming again. Kicking my legs, throwing my fists. He holds me down and starts grinding on me. Rubbing on my parts with his, I start balling now. Hot tears, pouring out and nose running. I scream out for help, pain from the bruises growing on my hips giving me energy. His hand tried going up my shirt. I screech when I feel him touch my skin. I throw my hands out on the floor searching for anything. A pipe, a rock, the hand of someone who will help me. Nothing is anywhere. My hands graze the wet concrete. Gravel sticks to my palms. He’s pushing harder on me, hurting with every stroke.

We’re going to die.

I look up at the windows of the building. Maybe I can imagine being somewhere else and I won’t have to feel anything. Maybe I can mentally check out and won’t notice the disgusting man on top of me. Hurting me. But then something catches my eye. Something on the building. Something black, a silhouette.

The hell is that?

That’s...that’s a shadow.

A shadow of a person crawls on the walls. Crawling down. I see its head, its hands, and legs. A full body of a person. I look to the opposite wall for the person that the shadow belongs to. But there is no one. A shadow connected to no one.

That’s it. I lost it. All the blows to the head knocked us insane.

At least now, Mother was right.

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears pouring out. I need to stop fighting. It’s going to happen and fighting makes it hurt and causes bruises. So I stop. I give up and fall limp, letting my head fall to the side. I hear his breathy, quiet laugh and he moves faster believing he won. His hands struggle with my pants button. I feel the unzip of my zipper when a grinding of cement noise sounds near my head. I turn my head and there it is. Right in arm’s length. A fat red brick.

It slid over to me as if someone had kicked it to me. But no one is there. Just me and this creep on top of me. He pinches my hips the moment I snatch at the brick. I grasp it and bring it down hard on his skull not holding back. I made sure the impact connected on the bricks corner. He yells out in pain rolling over, clutching his bloody head. Red crimson drips on my cheek and mouth. I hit him again, this time in the temple and shove him off me with angry force. My head fuzzes with adrenaline and my sight blurs red. I growl out when I hit him, over and over. He shouts out ‘bitch’ before he’s cut off with a brick in his skin. On my knees I bring the brick up a few more times, slamming it down onto his cracking skull. I stop to breathe, the crying pain in my ribs making my head dizzy, I almost can’t see him. I focus on his crumpled body and focus my sight.

He would’ve killed us if not for this brick.

I look at his blood on the brick in my hand. Blood under my finger nails, on my hand, on the floor, on my face. He shifts towards me trying to grab my neck. I swing the brick down on his disgusting dome one last time. Hard. His skull opens and red liquid and pink chunks spill out onto my hand, and brick. The other few men come from around at corner at that moment. As I pull the brick from the shattered bone, my arm shaking, their eyes fall on me. I stand right as they break into a run. The brick slips from my fingers, landing on the cement. I run, taking too much notice to his now completely limb body. I hear them yelling behind me as I sprint away. Ignoring the fresh pain stabbing at my hip bones with every step and the throbbing suffrage in my head.

I make it to the street this time. My hips aching. I don’t stop to see if they’re still chasing me. I cross the street going through cars and into the light. When I reach the other side of the street I blend in with the other people on the sidewalk. I run all the way down, finding a subway station is closer than I thought. I follow the flow down into the subway feeling a pounding headache that threatens my stability. I ignore payment to get on the train and step inside a cart with few other people.

I fall onto a cold seat, snatching a fist full of hair in one hand. My other arm around my stomach I let the rest of the tears come out. I cry but make no sound. Only tears coming out, short gasps, and loud swallows. Everything hurts. My ribs are surely bruised. My face and throat has sore spots. My arms and wrists cry in a constant ache. My headache throbbing in the back, and sending strong aches down my whole body. I spot my bloody hand and quickly hide it, seeing the mans broken skull flash in front of me. I hug myself.

“Stop crying, stop crying.” I repeat quietly over and over.

One or two people look my way and one passes by dropping coins for me. I don’t need money, I need a cop. I need someone to catch that guy and make him pay for what he just did. When the fourth person comes by and holds out a tenner for me, my anger explodes. Emotions crash.

“Do I look like I need money! I was almost killed, I don’t need this.” I throw it at him as I shout, and a flash of being slammed into brick hits me. I scream out and dodge backward from the vision into my seat.

No one looks to meet my gaze. Just so busy trying to get where they need to go. Just trying to get on with their night. No time to stop and ask the girl in torn clothes is she’s OK. No time to ask the little girl why she has bruises, why she’s bleeding. No consideration to ask if she needs a phone or help.

This world is so-

“Shut up!” I stop the second voice from saying another word, and punch the wall behind the empty seat next to me.

Getting home was hell. My legs ached and burned. My lungs never seemed to stop feeling pressure squeezing them tightly. The sharp pain in my ribs only grew stronger. My head is bruised from getting slammed into the floor, the wall, the tree. But worst of all my thighs wouldn’t stop feeling queasy and uncomfortable. And when I finally stand outside my apartment building I’m not present anymore. My vision isn’t straight. Blackness threatens to take over any second. I buzz my door, regrettably. No answer. I buzz over and over. Mother is for sure passed out in bed. So I sit. I sit and wait. Some time later, after I’ve passed out and woke up a few times, someone comes out hitting my legs with the door. I catch the door, taking the elevator to the 23rd floor. My door is locked but a spare key hides in the plant at the end of the hall. I open the door and don’t bother to put the key back. My apartment is black when I open the door. I limp to the bathroom only to hate what I see in the mirror.

Her face is bloody and purple. Light purple bruises on her cheeks, her chin and her left eye. Some brown bruises on her throat and chest. There is dry blood under her nose and above her eye. Spotted blood that isn’t hers on her cheeks. Her hair is messy and dirty. Her sweater has torn rips and dirt smeared, her pants still unbuttoned. Her right knuckles are lightly coated in blood but both palms and all fingers red with the mans blood. Her eyes are puffy and red, turning dark purple underneath.

I wipe the tear that falls out and roll my eyes at the unbuttoned buttons. I get blood on the buttons when I redo them. I wash my hands and dig out my fingernails. I pull off the gray torn hoodie and lift my purple long sleeve to view my rib cage. Deep red spots and an ugly purple blended with the tint of green stain my skin. My side is a huge mess of bruises that will not heal anytime soon. Yet still, above all what bothers me the most is the gross sensation lingering around my girl parts. All I want is to get rid of the unnerving shaky, loathing between my legs. I want the nonstop repulsive feel of my own parts to stop quivering in fear. I want to feel something else besides disgust and physical hate around my lower regions. All I can feel is the man grinding on me and rubbing. I stop the tears maintaining a mute face and pull out my old razor from underneath the counter. I slide it across my left forearm three times until I feel like I’m becoming more conscious. I pull myself back to reality more and more with each slide.

Just one more. I wince feeling more present.

Just one more. I bite my lip, focusing on the sting.

Just one more. My eyebrows knot in stress.

Just one more…

When the waves of remorse and disgust calm and all I feel is searing, itching pain in one arm, I come out of my head and back to sensible reality. My heart slows to normal speed and my exhausted limbs only think about my soft bed. I am thankful the sick twisted feeling has stopped haunting all around my thighs. I pick myself up, bandage my wrist, and splash my face with cold water. I wipe off all the dirt and dried blood with a towel, being careful around the open wounds and sore spots. I open the toilet and throw the bloody bunches of bathroom tissue in it. Then I drop the razor on the tissues. Flushing the toilet, I look up at myself in the mirror. My eyes are red but I stopped crying long ago. My face emotionless except disgusting eyes. I wipe my face with the towel one last time and leave the bathroom, switching the light off behind me.

I turn the hall light off and stalk to my purple room. I close the door and I’m alone in my dark room. The only light comes from the window. My clock reads 1:04am. My window is open just a crack since I never close it, I walk over to it slowly and open it halfway. I kick off my dirty, and somewhat bloody jeans, then fall onto the bed, too tired to pull on my night gown. My bruised sides and hips ache with strong pain. I pull the blankets up, my eyes close and I relax. I’m safe now. Well, as safe as I can be in this world. Mother will make it less safe when she wakes up but for now, I enjoy the comfort of my room.

Because safety doesn’t exist.

But comfort does.

Somewhat.

[pandomawards]

Best Hook ... and Results?

Well, uh, this is awkward.

You see, the first two rounds of the Pandom awards went as such.

An empty questionnaire where people could type in some characters they thought deserved to win, which I sent to our discord, and promoted on my blog @autisticslightlyposting. And round 2 was us voting on the nominees, and the top two would make it to tumblr.

Well... in round 1, only one Hook was voted. And so he obviously won... but I can't just NOT have a best Hook category... so um

I can't exactly make Jaz V No One a poll... Can I?

No. I can't.

Wanna complain? Send in Jaz propaganda? Go ahead. It's not like he has any threat.

So...

Well, I can't say I expected anyone else.

Jaz, the Pandom's very own tumblr sexyman, a legend, he's great, a super cool adaptation of Hook, a dad to Pen and a daddy to our entire discord server (some more than others, I'm looking at you, Jay.), he's iconic, synonymous with all that's great about the Pandom, and since no one ran against him, I'm very happy to congratulate Jaz as our Best Hook. Congrats, Jaz, but did you expext any less?

And congratulations to @silly-lil-fool, you've earnt this by making such a fucking guy, no one wanted to go against him.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Should I keep writing my Peter Pan AU series? It's been almost two years since I posted the last chapter and I've kind of abandoned it...

[blue-flamed-phoenix]

What my plans are.

Ok so, I do Fanfics wattpad, I publish them on wattpad, but now I'm also putting them on tumblr. Now your probably thinking this is gonna be a lot of work. well yes it will be but I think I can do it so we'll see how we go.

Now a few things that you should probably know.

Most of My fanfics have mature, adult content. Which means it's more for 16-18+ and over.

English is my first language, however my grammar can sometimes be terrible. But I'm getting better as most humans do.

I will try to post more on tumblr if I can because I am also juggling school on top of wattpad and tumblr so bare with me.

So I've put together a plan. I have a lot of Fanfics that are still drafts on wattpad that I have yet to publish. I will list what fanfics I will be publishing in the near future and when I will be posting new chapters on Tumblr.

(Just to let you know I HATE MONDAYS!!!!!!!! I don't like them. But you know what's funny is I was born on a Monday. I must have to worst luck in the world to be born on a freakin MONDAY!!!!!!!)

I'll also be doing random Imagines that I'll post every Sunday

warning: The posts may possibly get a bit slow but just have patients.

Links to my social media:

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i’ve already posted about this on sapphicsforslightly but i wrote a new fic for my SMQ au so please read it its my pride n joy

or just read the au

please its my beloved