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[madd-devil]

Forget-Me-Not

Author note: Hope you guys will like this new story! :3 This will have a second part as well

Summary: As a member of Hook's pirate crew, you have to obey your captain. Even if he plans on using the new found crush of a blond haired lost one on you in order to get secrets...

How have you gotten yourself in this situation? 

Freshly debarked on Neverland, you had been wandering on the shore as the crew was doing activities you were forbidden to. You didn’t mind: you didn’t enjoy cleaning the whole ship and hanging out with them. Being the only girl on the ship was… interesting in a way. You had been saved from the streets by the fearsome pirate captain Hook when you had tried to steal from him: he seemed to have admired your wits and your audacity but you knew you lived on a razor’s edge. The pirates didn’t hide their harsh feelings toward you and you had to look behind your shoulder most of the time. Good thing you were authorized to sleep in the same room as Hook. 

 So, you had been walking on the shore when you decided to explore the woods next to it. It was a bad idea, you knew that, but you were a curious girl: adventure was calling and you would respond to that call. At least, you had a gun with you and a sword that you knew how to use. It took you some time to master the art of fighting but you knew you had to learn it in order to survive. Walking in the woods, you came across some strange looking flowers. Kneeling down, you were mesmerized by how they looked and smelled: like a rose and lilac combined, with beautiful pastel colours. You unconsciously reached for them when someone roughly pushed you to the side. 

“What’s wrong with you Jonas?! You know those flowers are-” The person spoke furiously and quickly before they marked a pause as you stood, brandishing your gun to them. “You’re not Jonas.” 

“Do I look like a man?” You growled, making sure your gun was ready to fire. 

“I don’t know, you tell me.” The person laughed as they raised their arms but they clearly were armed. “You can lower the gun, missy.” 

It was a boy or a man, at least, he was stuck between those ages. He looked young but old at the same time, wearing different coats and clothes of dark colors and what strikes you most was the scar on his face, he definitely stood out from the crowd. His eyes were grey or steel blue, it was hard to see but they sparkled with some kind of curiosity when he looked at you, as if he hadn’t seen a woman for ages. 

“You’re not from Neverland, how did you come here?” He asked as he tilted his head, his eyes looking you up and down. He seemed to analyze you and you didn’t like that. 

“I won’t tell you.” 

“Judging by how you are behaving yourself, I would say you are from Hook’s crew.” Your face decomposed when he said that, and he chuckled when he realized he was right. “Also, you dress like a pirate. I didn’t know Hook accepted girls.” 

“It’s temporary- why am I even talking to you?” You mumbled under your breath but didn’t hide the gun away. You still didn’t know if you could trust him, he looked like a threat. 

“Can you put the gun away? I won’t harm you, lost boy’s promise.” 

“What’s a lost boy?” You had heard Hook talking about it in a hushed tone with Smee once but they stopped when you walked in. You decided to trust whoever that boy was and put the gun back to its holster. 

“Hook didn’t tell you?” He sounded surprised as he approached you but stopped when you kept your distance with him. He then smiled. “Maybe I should introduce myself: Felix.” He gave you his hand to shake that you reluctantly took. You still didn’t trust him fully. 

“(Y/N). I didn’t know people lived here.” You continued as you looked around, your eyes fixating on the strange looking flowers you still wished to touch. 

“The lost boys do, which I am part of. It’s strange that the captain didn’t mention that to you, are you certain he cares about you that much? I mean, if I was him, I wouldn’t let you wander in those parts on your own…” 

“I can handle myself, thank you very much!” You turned and decided to leave, this boy infuriated you. As you walked back to the shore, you heard him laughing and running after you, so you made sure to walk faster. 

What was wrong with him? Why was he following you? You sighed, very exasperated and stopped when the ship was in your line of sight. While you disliked the boy, he didn’t seem to wish harm upon you and you would hate yourself if the pirates caught him talking to you. Usually the pirates would intervene when you spoke to someone, woman or man, child or old. They just didn’t want you to spill some secrets. 

“It’s better if you stop following me, or they will throw you in a cell.” You warned Felix who just laughed again. “What’s funny, shitface?” 

“You could do better with your insults, you know? And, I was send to speak to the captain anyway, with fucking Jonas who disappears all the time.” He seemed pretty angry about his friend who didn’t show up but you let him walk you back to the Jolly Roger. 

As you stepped closer, you heard the familiar chatting of the crew which stopped when you climbed aboard with the lost boy. The atmosphere became tense instantly and you froze when you saw the crew approaching you with weapons, probably to fight Felix. Was it strange you wanted to stay at his side to protect him if anything happened? 

Hook suddenly appeared, parting through the men, and he stepped furiously toward you. You gulped nervously, your body shaking a little. He knew you were afraid and frightened by him and what he could do. His piercing eyes went to Felix then to you, you made sure to avoid his judgemental gaze as he walked closer. The lost boy was not reacting, instead, he was watching.

“I told you to not go into the woods and you disobeyed me. Then, you bring that thing aboard.” The captain scolded as he pointed to your odd companion. “You know what will happen if you disobey me.” 

“I-I didn’t mean to!” You whimpered, knowing damn well what Hook meant. 

“I am here because of Pan. He sent me to you.” Felix chimed in, and you glanced at him. He had a smug expression on his face, unafraid of being alone amongst men who clearly wished to kill him. “I just happened to save your little soldier from a rosekiller. You should warn her about the dangers of Neverland, Hook.” 

“Oh shut up. (Y/N), room, now.” The captain grasped your arm and yanked you into the direction of his quarters. You scrambled to get there as fast as possible, not enjoying humiliation in front of the crew. 

Some hours had passed since that accident. You wondered if Felix was still alive, but you had heard no sounds of battle and killings. Laying on your bed, you played with your dagger, twirling it. The night had come, you didn’t have any dinner. Usually you would eat with the captain but maybe he wanted to punish you as well? It was not your fault if Felix came on the ship. If anything, he should punish Felix if it was possible. 

The door swung open, startling you. The dagger fell on the bed and you quickly hid it under your pillows. You observed the captain as he strode in with the cook, who put several cooking pots on the wooden table. One thing that was good when you shared a room with a pirate captain was the food. When you were with the crew, the common men, you didn’t have a choice and ate whatever the cook did, which was stew or soup. Hook enjoyed grand and exquisite meals so your belly was often full. But, when you misbehaved, the pirate would not allow you at the table and you had to suffer watching him eat. 

When the cook left, Hook beckoned you over. You strutted over and sat next to him as he filled your place generously. You thanked him and waited until he had started to eat to do the same. Even if Hook was a pirate, he seemed to enjoy the etiquette as he called it. He had taught you about it, like which cutlery to use when you ate a salad. Once, you chose to cut the salad and he stabbed your hand with his fork. Now, you had a scar to tell the silly story. 

Hook was unusually silent, but it was not the silent treatment he gave you when you messed up. You also realised he was looking at you from time to time, which made you uneasy. Wondering what you had done wrong, you decided to be on your best behavior and to apply this whatever etiquette the pirate liked so much. When you finished your plate, you realised he was still staring at you. 

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked slowly, eying his reaction. 

“No. Tell me, is it true Felix saved you from the rosekiller?” He didn’t waste any moments to ask this question. You nodded, indicating it was the truth. The pirate captain hummed and leant back into his comfortable seat. You looked at him again, wondering what he was thinking about. “Interesting…” 

“I didn’t mean to bring Felix back, he just followed me.” 

“I know, I know. See, I know how Felix is, and he is not some sweet blond haired angel. He would have let one of my men die. He is a smart thing, he must have known from the beginning you were part of the crew.” It was logical, but why did he save you then? “I think he has a crush on you.” 

“What?! Of course not!” You yelled, scandalized. Hook looked unimpressed at your outburst. “How can you fall for someone you had just seen?!”

“Some does. Just… He is sweets on you, I can see that. And we can use this to our advantage.” Hook stood up and put his hands on your shoulders. “Think about it: we steal Neverland’s magic, we defeat Pan… We can have all the riches in the world. Don’t you want that?” 

“I don’t know what I want. I just… want to survive.” You admitted, not liking Hook’s idea. You didn’t want to play that game. 

“What about living your life? Without the surviving part? When we get the magic, we will be able to steal everything we wish. Imagine this: you, in a castle, not having to work a single day of your life, not having to look behind your shoulder, not having to be afraid…” He whispered in your ears. It was tempting, and he knew it. You sighed, defeated. 

“Okay, I’ll walk.” 

“Good girl.” He rubbed your shoulders roughly which made you wince. “Go to bed now.” 

A few days had passed since that discussion. Hook made sure you were prepared to manipulate Felix, who you learnt was Peter Pan’s second in command. So, he was a very important person, as he knew most of the secrets. You still disliked the idea of manipulating the lost boy: he had done no harm to you. He had just helped you. But, when you thought about what could happen after… You just wanted a comfortable life, you deserved it after spending so many years on the streets, stealing, sometimes killing, fighting… It was your reward. 

Hook had sent you wandering in the woods again, in the hope of meeting Felix. You walked around, being careful about not touching any flowers that appealed to you. Sighing, you sat down on a boulder, observing the ladybugs, butterflies and other insects flying around. The pirates on the ship had spoken to you about the island after they saw you with Felix, the tales weren’t happy ones: fearsome beasts, dreamshade and other poisonous flowers, the deathly lost boys with a devil for a king and a fairy without wings that lurked around. They were dark tales and yet, from where you were sitting, Neverland seemed beautiful and majestic. Your views on the island were much more different from them.

“You look bored.” 

The voice had startled you and you turned, a hand on your sword, to see who was speaking to you. To your luck, it was Felix. You gave him a smile and climbed down. You walked up to him, trying to act cool and collected. You felt disgusted with yourself for doing that, but you needed it. You needed that life you dreamt for so long. 

“I am bored. Hook kicked me out for some time. He said I was annoying him.” That was not entirely false. The captain would often send you away and would then blame you for running off when you came back. 

“He doesn’t seem very caring about you.” Felix hummed and swung his wooden club over his shoulder. 

“He isn’t.” You replied with a snort. “If anything, he would sell me for a good price if I annoyed him too much. He wouldn’t mind.”

Felix looked shocked to hear this, again, it was the truth. You didn’t want to play the damsel in distress though… Your life sounded miserable when you spoke about it. Deciding to lead the conversation on another subject, you asked him how he found you. He replied with a smirk and whistled. A dark shadow flew above both of you, which started you and you tripped as you tried to take cover. That thing stared at you with hollow eyes then looked at Felix, as if it was waiting orders. 

“Don’t worry, the Shadow won’t hurt you. Unless I told him so.” The blond said as the thing disappeared again. He helped you stand up. “I am supposed to tour the island for a bit, would you like to join me?” 

“Sure, I don’t have anything to do anyway. And being stuck in a ship isn't good for walking.” You decided, following after him. He was walking very fast, you noticed. “How long have you been in Neverland?” 

“I don’t really remember. Some centuries I guess?” He hummed before sliding down a path and watched you do the same, perhaps to catch you if you fell. 

“Centuries?!” You exclaimed, taken aback by his reply. Felix didn’t look like a very old man, he rather looked like a young man. But that could explain how his eyes seemed old but the rest of his body didn’t. You wondered how that was possible to remain young like him. “How is this possible?” 

“Neverland keeps us young. We don’t age.” He smiled, amused by your interest. “Well, it is Pan’s magic.” 

Felix then talked about his daily life on the island. You listened to him while you explored Neverland with him. You were amazed by some of his stories, but you really doubted his capability of fighting a mountain lion on his own. Was he telling those stories to impress you? No one had ever tried to woo you, and you didn’t try to do so. Anyway, time truly seemed to stop when you were with him. You were back on the beach as the sun was setting, hearing another story. Watching him, you realized he was everything you wanted to be.

You envied how Felix and the lost boys were free. Neverland was beautiful, full of resources and exploration. From what Felix had told you, there were no girls amongst the lost boys, the reason was they never followed the music of Pan’s flute. You laughed when the blond said that, and he asked you why you thought this was funny. 

“Oh Felix, if I had heard a flute, I would have stayed home too. I mean… Being on the streets taught me that I shouldn’t go to a place with too many boys.” You said with a sad chuckle, staring off at the ocean. 

“I am sorry, I didn’t… You don’t talk about your life before Hook that much.” Felix told you in a soft tone. He seemed to know it was a difficult and rather traumatic thing to do. 

“We have known each other for a few days, it is not a conversation I have upon meeting someone.” 

“I know, sorry.” He apologized again. 

The pirates had also told you all sorts of things about Felix. You didn’t know if it was to frighten you or to make you forget he was kind and nice to you so that you could act upon the plan just like Hook wanted. They talked about how intimidating he was, how carefree and a beast he was in a fight, and that once, he ripped a pirate’s heart and crushed it under his boot like it was nothing. But he didn’t strike you as such a monster. Or maybe he was like that because he indeed was sweet on you? 

Still, you wished to know how he truly was. Was it that monster? Felix noticed how quiet you were and asked what you were thinking about. You kept your mouth shut and wondered if you should indeed ask him if he was terrible in a battle. Maybe he will be able to tell you the truth?

“I… I wanted to ask you this: is it true that… that you ripped a heart from a pirate’s chest and crushed it?” You asked with a nervous tone, fiddling with the hems of your sleeve’s shirts. What if Felix found out you were using him for secrets and killed you the same way? This thought was haunting you. 

“Who told you that?” Taking a glimpse at him, you realised how dark his eyes were. As if a storm had appeared suddenly after days and weeks of good and sunny weather. 

“The crew. They like to gossip. Unfortunately.” You stuttered out under his gaze. 

“It’s true.” He then said with a shrug and a smirk grew on his lips as he went closer to you. “Afraid of me now, little pirate?” 

“Of course not!” You jokingly pushed him away from you. “Thank you for being honest with me. I mean… No one is truly good or evil.” 

“You’re right about that. I mean, look at Hook.” He chortled and you laughed with him. 

“True. He saved me from the streets but he treats me like shit.” 

“Perhaps you should head back. The night is coming. I wouldn’t want you hurt.” He noticed as the sky was slowly filled with stars. 

“I am sure with you I am not risking anything.” You softly said as you stood up and started to walk toward the ship. Felix was not following you, but stood as you left. “I will see you later.” 

“Do you still want to see me?” He asked with a snort. Why was he acting like that? Or… Or was he flirting? It was so hard to tell. But, deep down, you still wanted to be with him. if you could have spent the night and the day after… You would have been utterly happy. 

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” You smiled at him then heard someone yelling your name. You groaned and started to run on the sand, which was pretty hard to do. 

When you stepped on the ship, you were welcomed with a bunch of laughing and drunk pirates. Rolling your eyes, you knew they would mess with you about your apparent love story with the lost boy. Well… It was not really a love story, was it? The crew was rather rowdy tonight, you disliked when they were like this. You couldn’t sleep, your ears were bleeding from their bad singing and they would call you names, treating you like a servant or a maid. 

That night seemed not different and Hook had joined them as well. You shuddered as he approached you and clapped your back many times very roughly. You tried to make it stop as he blocked you from escaping his grasp. Searching for Smee, your potential savior, you saw him half asleep and half drinking in a corner. So much for friendship. You groaned when Hook started a speech about how you will be able to save them from Pan, how you would steal his magic. You tried to escape his grasp but it was near impossible. The crew cheered at each sentence of their captain and you thought you would go deaf after that. 

Finally, after forcing you to drink a bottle of rum, you were able to escape and to go to sleep. You closed the door behind you and wondered if you should lock it. The key had disappeared so it meant Hook had it with him. Swiftly, you locked it and sighed in relief. You hated the taste of alcohol, he knew it, why did he make you drink? It was probably another punishment for something you must have done or not done. 

You reached your area of the room and drew the curtains that separated your space from Hook’s. Ultimately, you changed clothes, cleaned yourself a little and drank water before tucking yourself in your bed. Your hands found the dagger under the pillow but also the stuffed animal you had since your birth was laying there, ready to be cuddled. It was one of the few things you had kept from your life before. Hook had tried to throw it several times but he had failed. He wanted you to be a grown up in a way, but he refused to see you were already grown. 

The next morning, you snuck out of the room, careful to not awaken the pirates. You couldn’t handle being locked there, between four walls. You wanted to feel the wind on your face, to feel the sand between your toes and to touch the sea. Being on the ship made you a pitiful mouse but out of it, you did feel like a predator. Perhaps you could stay in Neverland? That way, you will be able to see Felix often. 

As you climbed down the ship quietly, you realised how much the lost boy was occupying your mind and you started to have concerns over the plan, and more importantly, on how it will affect Felix. He had done nothing wrong to you, unlike Hook and his pirates. He was kind too, at least to you. You had never encountered someone like him. Groaning, you wondered why you were falling in love so fast, betting it was on the fact no one had ever been the way he was with you. You have to keep cool and to keep focused on the plan, then you will have all the riches in the world, have a good house and a good life. You deserved this. But you were conflicted. 

You entered the forest, hoping to find the lost boy again. Perhaps this time, you could explore the jungle more? It looked dangerous, menacing and gloomy, that was maybe why you were attracted to it. It had the same feelings and vibes as the streets you grew in. It was oddly reassuring. As you stomped around the woods on your own, you wondered how Felix always managed to find you. Perhaps it was thanks to that weird and threatening being? Did that thing spy on you? You looked to the sky and sighed, reassured when you didn’t catch a glimpse of the shadow being. It was freaking you out honestly. 

You came across a river that separated you from the other side, there was a dam that linked the two parts, probably built by the lost boys. Everything was strangely calm as well, which made you stop as you moved to access the makeshift bridge. The reeds were moving but there was no wind. Stepping back, you realised you had made a wrong choice coming all the way here alone. There was a reason why Felix hadn’t brought you to this area, even if you didn’t know it. It felt terribly wrong, you felt it in your guts, and your guts never were wrong. 

Turning to leave, you yelped as a boy stood at your level, grinning. You fell on your back, surprised by him. He approached nonchalantly and looked down on you, still smiling. Something about him made you sick. There was something foul, you felt it. He had bright green eyes, like a king’s emerald. 

“Well, hello there, stranger.” He said with a mocking voice, probably amused by your frightened self. Then, he tilted his head. “Or should I say pirate?” 

You didn’t say anything and reached for your gun, but to your dismay, you had forgotten it back at the ship. You were helpless against that boy and you didn’t like that. Jumping to your feet, you attempted to walk past him but he gripped your arm roughly, you groaned and tried to wriggle out of his grip. Glancing at his face, you saw how his eyes sparkled with wrath and anger. He did not like you walking away from him apparently. 

“Let go of me, you shit face!” You insulted, panicked because this boy may be smaller than you but his strength was incredibly big. He was going to break your arm and you were defenseless against him.  

“Pirates aren’t welcome on my island, I thought my second in command told that to your captain. Did he send a pretty girl in, hoping that I take interest in you so you can stab me in the back?” To your defense, it was Hook’s plan, not yours. He seemed to have read your mind as a smirk grew on his face. “Oh, you are Felix’s secret.” 

“Leave me!” 

“No I won’t. I know what your game is now: you want to use him to hurt me. It might work, you know? I like Felix, he is loyal to a fault, reliable and incredibly violent. My type of friends.” He continued, unbothered by you trying to escape and you still couldn’t. “You are going to break his heart, love, and I can’t have you do that to him.” 

“I don’t want to hurt him, I swear-” You blurted out unwillingly, your cheeks warming up in embarrassment. Finally, the boy let you go when you revealed that and he started to laugh. 

“Don’t tell me you love him. Oh, you do. I wonder how Hook will take that. It is treason, isn’t it? He will make you walk the plank and die.” 

“Who the fuck are you anyway?! Why do you care?!” You screamed, very alarmed.

“You aren’t very bright, I am Peter Pan and this-” He moved his arms to show the area. So, this was the fearsome Peter Pan, you had to agree with the crew, he looked beautiful but terrifying, like a rose with thorns. “Is my kingdom. I feel like I will enjoy playing with you, girl. You are such a cute thing to destroy.” He approached you so fast, you didn’t have the time to see him coming. Peter Pan grinned again and you wondered if his teeth were fangs, it clearly looked like that. “Poor Felix, about to get his heart broken.” 

“I will not hurt him, I don’t want to. I am not… I am not a monster.” Like you, you wanted to add but bit your tongue. It was not the moment to die like an idiot. “I care a lot about him.” 

“Speaking about your feelings with your enemy, that is a bold move.” Pan went on as he started to walk around in a circle. You felt like a mouse about to get eaten or toyed with by a cat. 

“Pan! We have a problem with-” The voice stopped and you felt like you were about to faint. It was Felix. Your eyes went to the leader of the lost boys who simply turned to watch his second in command arriving. “What is going on?” He asked, and you noticed that his voice was shaking a little. He seemed nervous to see you with Pan and you were nervous as well. 

“Oh nothing. I happened to stumble upon a lady in distress. I think she got a bit lost.” His voice sounded no longer threatening but was authoritarian. Is that how a friend speaks to one of his? You watched quietly and anxiously as Peter looked at you. “I didn’t know she was your secret Felix. You should have told me about her.” 

“I am sorry but the occasion never… It was never the right time.” Felix explained as Peter hummed, acknowledging his reply. “She is not a threat.” 

“Oh I know that, what kind of pirates could ever get to hurt us?” He mocked as he patted his second in command on the shoulder. “Have fun Felix, but you know the rules.” 

In a way, you felt that this was also addressed to you. If Pan knew about the plan, then he could tell Felix and damage your relationship with him. But again, if you decided to pursue something with him, you were betraying Hook, and you will have a death threat on your back. However, if Felix knew about the plan, realizing you spent time with him on purpose, then you will both have your heart broken. You needed to know where your loyalty lies or it will kill you. 

When Pan left and was out of sight, Felix quickly approached you and held you in his arms. His club fell on the ground but he didn’t seem to mind. You tensed when he touched you but melted and leant into it. Closing your eyes, you listened to his heartbeat. It was… comfortable and nice. His hands moved to your hair and he caressed you for some minutes in silence. 

“I thought he was going to harm you.” He whispered and parted away from the hug. You tried not to show you were sad he pulled away and instead concentrated on the river. “I… Why did you come here?” 

“I just wanted to explore the woods.” You honestly replied. It was such an innocent thing to say. “I… I hoped to run into you.” 

“Pan is no… He cares about us. He doesn’t want us to have love, he says it will lead us nowhere and hurt us. You have to understand that he is a threat only to you. He could have killed you.” Felix scolded you. You felt like listening to Hook when something didn’t go his way. 

“I know, I am sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I just…” He gulped down nervously and you saw how red his cheeks were. “I will hate myself if something happens to you.” 

“Thank you. For saving me I guess.” You wondered what Pan could have done to you if Felix hadn’t shown up. This boy… he was terrifying and that was the worst part! He really looked like a child tyrant and you felt embarrassed to be afraid of him. 

“Let’s get you back to the ship. It is not safe for you here.” Felix replied as he boldly took your hand and took you away. 

Hook was getting on your nerves now. 

He didn’t like you getting nowhere with the lost boy. Well, to you, you were getting somewhere with him. You two had kissed many times and did even more than kissing. The pirate captain just didn’t understand, too preoccupied with his greed. The crew was also growing impatient and questioned your mere presence on the ship. It was a matter of time before getting kicked out, you knew it. 

Sighing, you contemplated the landscape from the quarterdeck. You considered jumping into the ocean and drowning but you would hurt Felix, so you didn’t do it. Ugh that boy! Why did he have to occupy your mind like this? What was so nice about him that you couldn’t go through a simple plan that would work perfectly? Everything was so complicated. Life was complicated. 

“Okay there missy?” Smee interrupted your train of thoughts as he approached, looking concerned. “You haven’t been yourself in a while.” 

“I am fine, don’t worry about me.” You replied, attempting to reassure him. Out of all the people from the crew, you liked Smee the most. He wasn’t lewd, brutal or disgusting like them but rather… normal. “I was just thinking.” 

“Ah yes, about your new life right? Can’t wait for that I bet.” 

“Yeah…” 

While Smee was rambling about what his life would be like after Pan’s magic was stolen, you wondered if you should just leave the ship permanently. What could stop you from running away? Felix seemed pretty open to the idea, he had told you many times he could hide you somewhere. It was tempting, and now, you were ready to do this. That way, you will escape Hook and this life you hated. What was wrong about double crossing the captain? He wasn’t a good person anyway. 

“-and so, we decided to get rid of the lost boys so it can be easier for you to steal the magic. I bet Pan would be so mad he won’t see what’s coming to hit him!” Smee laughed and your face must have done something because he instantly grew worried and asked if you were feeling okay. 

“Excuse me but what did you say about the lost boys?” You asked kindly, hiding behind that mask allowed you to get what you wanted with Smee, you knew it. 

“We found their camp. Hook is going to distract Pan so we can attack and kill them, those filthy rascals.” 

They will attack the lost boys. 

They will KILL Felix.

You smiled at Smee and told him you were going to walk a bit on the beach, to get fresh air. He shrugged, told you to be careful and also to come back before the attack starts, so you can be safe on the ship. Of course, you said you would do that. When you found the right time, you slipped away from the ship and the crew’s watchful gaze (though that was the easiest part). They were too busy getting ready for the fight they didn’t see you leaving. 

You had to warn Felix about what was about to happen. One day, Felix tried to teach you how to whistle and the different meanings behind them. However, you were pretty bad at it and he instead offered you a wooden whistle he had made himself. He promised he would hear it  and would come as fast as possible. Hoping he would, you waited at the boulder you both first met and decided to give it a try. You begged and prayed to any gods listening for him to come. He had to know about the attack. 

Thankfully, he showed up some minutes later. You didn’t question how he got there, you had your own idea about it. Instead of greeting him, you immediately jumped in front of him and blurted out a lot of information at the same time because of the panic you felt. Felix didn’t quite understood what you meant so you had to repeat yourself several times.

“It’s the pirates, I can’t stop them but they want to attack your camp!” 

“Relax, no one knows where it is, outside of us.” Felix tried to calm you down but grew worried when you shook your head. 

“I don’t know how they know but they know. You have to warn them to go somewhere and to hide or…” 

“Is this why Hook scheduled a meeting with Pan?” He cut you mid sentence.

His tone surprised you. You looked at Felix, and he didn’t look at you the same way he had the last days. You realised he was treating you like an enemy, a prisoner even. Your mouth opened but no sound came from it, too shocked at this brutal change of his behavior. You had no idea about this until Smee informed you. Hook will probably scream at him for that as well; he was not really allowed to talk about those plans with you apparently. 

“I don’t know, maybe? He just wants him out of the way to get you all killed so it can affect Peter Pan. You have to trust me.” You took his hands in yours and hoped he would have some faith in you. “Please. You know I wouldn’t do a thing to harm you.” 

“Alright. I am sorry… I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Stay here. I won’t be long. After that… I can talk to Pan and make you stay here with us. I don’t think the pirates would be too keen on having you on board after that.” 

He was right. You just had betrayed them. You felt a wave of shame and self loathing, even if the pirates had mistreated you, they had taken you in. Hook fed you, gave you clothes, some parts of the treasures he found. And you threw that away, in favor of love. You didn’t expect any of them to understand, because they won’t. 

Felix had been away for what seemed like hours. You were on the boulder, it was the middle of the night and you wondered if everything was fine. You hadn’t heard anything suspicious as well and there was no smell of fire. So, you guessed the lost boys were fine, which was a relief. Then why Felix didn’t come back? Dread filled your body as you assumed the worst. Maybe Felix warned them but got injured? Maybe something else happened? 

Hearing someone approaching thanks to a broken twig, your hand flew to your gun. You had the advantage of having the high ground. Felix entered the field, seeming unharmed. You sighed in relief and jumped down from the boulder. You ran to him, wanting to hug the lost boy but you stopped when you realised how… how mad and upset he looked. Something must have happened with the pirates, you were sure of it. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” You questioned him with a concerned voice. You prayed no one had been severely injured or killed. However, the boy only glared at you and it froze you instantly. 

“When did you want to tell me you were using me?” 

“What?” You asked, horrified; either your secret had been revealed and Pan spilled the beans about Hook’s plan to his second in command or… or he heard it from Hook himself. 

“I said, when did you want to tell me you were using me? To get Pan’s magic? To get secrets about the island?” He accused and stepped forward, making you walk backwards until your back reached a tree and you couldn’t run away anymore. “Give me one reason to not kill you right now.” 

“Who- Who told you that?” 

“When Pan told me, I didn’t want to believe him. I thought he was maybe jealous but when Hook revealed why you started to hang out with me… It all made sense, you damn rat.” His eyes were so full of hatred and menaces that you wanted to melt to the ground and disappear forever. “Why did you do that?” 

“I am sorry but he forced me! I didn’t want to at the beginning but… but you wouldn’t even understand! But I swear I meant it when I told you I wouldn’t want to hurt you!” You attempted to explain and Felix scoffed as he turned around, leaving the field. You quickly ran after him, you couldn’t let your happiness slip through your fingers like this. It was unfair."Felix I swear I didn't think it would get that far…!" You implored the blond haired boy as you scrambled to follow him. He was walking so fast you had trouble keeping up with him. He suddenly stopped and whirled to face you. You gulped down nervously, waiting for him.

"You used me! You told me you loved me, I kissed you and you just used me!" He screamed back and you were too stunted to do something. "Pan was right all along, you're just like them: a dirty pirate who only wants gold." 

"That's not true! Hook forced me to do it but I swear Felix…" You repeated and you tried to approach the lost boy. You stopped when he threatened you with his wooden club. Tears started to roll down your cheeks from being tired, angry at yourself and sad you were losing him. “Please don’t leave me.” You whispered, your legs shaking, frightened about what was going to happen. 

“Go back to your ship, Hook is waiting for you. And if I ever see you again, you won’t be breathing.” He stated menacingly. You let out a sob as he turned again and left. 

Once you were truly alone and finished your crying, you picked yourself up and dragged you back to the beach. You were certain all of this was a set up from Pan, perhaps amused to see you suffer or to block Felix from being truly happy. But that didn’t matter anymore. You wrapped your arms around yourself, a futile attempt to reassure you from all that happened. You hadn’t expected that much pain from losing someone. 

Climbing back on the ship’s board, you realised no one was here. The crew must be sleeping, but there was no guard which was odd. Maybe Hook had a truce going on with the lost ones? This was a possibility. You walked toward the quarter you shared with the pirate captain and you softly opened the door, finding at first empty. As you locked, you heard someone turning on the oil lamp. Sighing, you turned to face Hook. After losing Felix, you were ready for anything now. 

He was leaning on his chair, staring at his shiny hook. You timidly took a few steps but stopped, stressed and scared. Finally noticing your arrival, his eyes met yours and he nodded toward the table. He wanted you to have a seat with him, how bizarre. You sat down and avoided his gaze, feeling like a kid who had been caught stealing. 

“I am extremely disappointed in you.” He started, his voice neutral. “I thought we were on good terms together. I let you live with us freely. You don’t have to do all the hard work unlike the crew and you eat at my table. I ask you to do one simple task: get secrets and manipulate Pan’s second in command. And what do you do? You run off to him, spilling about another part of the plan.” 

“I am sorry-”

“Shut your mouth.” He insulted, and you did so. You felt so little. “I should kill you. That’s betrayal. But you are young, inexperienced and down right miserable. I would say you have been taught a lesson however…” Your eyes met his and your face drained from its color when you saw this sparkle of mischief they held. "You have to be punished." He announced as he approached you and you knew what it meant by “being punished”. 

"No, Hook, don't!" You protested as he dragged you toward a trapdoor on his room's floor. You squirmed and even bit him to get away but you couldn't. He opened the trapdoor with a sad sigh and threw you in. 

“On our next stopover, I will find you a nice gentleman.” You heard him as you were paralyzed, too stressed to gain control of your body. “I’ll sell you off, get some money and you will have a happy ending like you always were meant to get.” He finished with a mocking voice as you heard him lifting something heavy. “Until then, behave.” 

It was dark, cold and cramped. Your breathing began to be irregular and you pounded at the trapdoor, sobbing and shaking, begging the pirate to free you. Hook knew how you hated the dark, how and why you feared it. You heard him putting something heavy, like a carpet, above the entrance. Then, the door from the quarters slammed and you found yourself alone, in the darkness. 

You don’t know how long you spent in the cold darkness. Your fingers were bloody from scratching the wooden doors, you felt weak and frail, like you were constantly about to faint. Your lips were dry from not being able to drink water. If anything, Hook was not trying to punish you but to kill you. Perhaps this was a fitting end. You never could have nice things before, why should you have here? If only you did as you were told… But, you met Felix, and you couldn’t even hate him for leaving you. You understood his anger. You just hoped he was doing okay.

Curling into the corner, you attempted to warm yourself up but you failed miserably. Since the trapdoor was so close to the water level, you felt the humidity from it, which was going to make you ill or it already did. You were sneezing and coughing from time to time but you always checked your body temperature, you didn’t appear to have a fever or even a sickness. Maybe it was the mold and the seaweed? 

What was also strange was the lack of sounds. It felt like the crew left and decided to leave you to die. Why didn’t Hook execute you? It would have been easier instead of letting you rot away. You would have preferred it anyway. You were dozing off when you heard someone knock down the door. You knew that sound: yourself had used it to break into houses in order to steal. Weakly, you lifted yourself and tried to be silent, to make sure what you heard was not some kind of hallucination. 

You almost started to cry when you heard footsteps. Someone was definitely upstairs, going through the room. Who was it? A lost boy? A crew’s member? Smee? Someone you didn’t know? You hoped they were friendly and willing to open the trapdoor. If not, you could promise them the captain’s secret treasure, you knew where it was, unlike the crew. You started to hit on the wooden door again, wincing as you did so. Your knuckles and fingers were bloody and injured but you didn’t have a choice: it was your chance to escape. The person seemed to notice some kind of noises as you attempted to knock on the door with full force and strength. You could hear them approaching the carpet that must muffle the sounds. 

"Is someone down there?" 

It was Felix. Your eyes shot up with excitement and relief and you started to trash against the door again. You needed him to open it, to free you. You didn’t know if he was willing to, however. But you had to try. You needed to get out or you will die.

"Please Felix, I need you to help me!" 

"Wait… (Y/N)? Shit! What are you doing there?!" 

"Please open me, please!" Your fists were getting tired against the hardwood but you pushed yourself to make more and more noises. You didn’t want to spend one more second down there. 

Waiting some minutes, you wondered if Felix left you. It didn’t seem right, he sounded worried. He seemed to be searching for something to open the trapdoor, since Hook must have taken the lock’s key. You almost fainted when the door opened and strong arms pulled you out. Letting yourself fall, you stumbled upon Felix who held you tightly. It felt nice, it felt reassuring and comforting. You were hungry, thirsty and dizzy, but you tried to stand up and walk. However, after being locked for three days at least, you were extremely weak. 

"Tell me you had some water at least?" Felix asked in a serious and concerned tone. 

"No…" You croaked out, looking around for a water pitcher. Hook wasn't known for his love of water but he often kept one for you in his quarters, since you slept there with him. "There it is." 

Felix sat you down gently on your much smaller and simpler bed than Hook's across the room and got a glass that he immediately filled to the brim. He strode back to you and put the cup to your lips, forcing you to drink all of it. Some spilled out, but you didn’t care: it felt so good, like you had reached an untouched paradise. 

"Why did you lock you up? Is it… Is it because of me?" 

"Amongst other things, yes. I think he is growing tired of having me around." You sighed, knowing your fate will not be a good one. You knew that day would eventually come, the pirate captain never hid to tell you he will not hesitate to sell you off to some man to get married. You shuddered and started to cry again at the mere thought of it. 

"It's going to be okay." Felix tried to reassure you awkwardly, but he had failed to do so. You  were shaking from crying so much and he draped an arm over your shoulder to bring you closer to him. "I promise." 

"No, no, you don't understand. He will send me away, he always told me so." 

"I won't let you go. I… I will hide you somewhere on the island. Not even Pan needs to know you are here." Felix continued, but it was futile: nothing escaped Pan. He could try all his might, Pan would eventually find you and kill you. "Let’s get you out of here first and I will find you a place to stay, and… and maybe I will find a magic bean, you will be able to leave." 

"Why are you doing this? I thought you hated me." You sniffled miserably and tried to dry your tears. 

"Let’s say I… I reconsidered all the events and came to the conclusion you are not the villain in the story. Hook is. You never meant to harm me."

"And I still don't want to." You assured him as you stood up on wobbly legs. You didn’t have a lot of personal belongings, except for some pieces of jewelry that your mother had gifted you before dying and some coming from Hook that you never wore, and some clothes. It didn't take too long to get your bag ready, which the lost boy insisted on taking. 

There was no sign of the crew as you both left the empty ship and you grew concerned. Did they wait for Felix to come and rescue you? Was it a trap? You flinched when Felix touched your shoulder, perhaps to reassure you. He also looked worried but more for you. You understood: you must look and smell like hell after spending some days without water, food and other basic needs that you couldn’t do or have. 

The sun was about to set, you noticed. Maybe it was the easiest to move at night on the island? When you stared at Felix, you also wondered why he came to the Jolly Roger in the first place. Did Pan send him to? Or did he go on his own? Perhaps to look for you? Your heart swelt at the thought but you doubted it was that reason. When you left him (or rather he left you), he was hysterical and furious. As you both walked down a muddy path, you decided to ask him the question. 

“Truth to be told… I was worried about you.” He explained, studying the environment before helping you out. He lifted you down to another path, less recognizable. Felix seemed to know where he was going, so you didn’t bother to fret about that secret location you were both headed to. “Listen I… I was furious when I learnt that plan, Hook’s plan. I wasn’t thinking straight, I was really hurt you apparently tried to use me. But then… I thought that someone who didn’t care about me wouldn’t betray a treacherous and vicious pirate crew.” He finished and shyly smiled at you. You could have fainted listening to him: he was forgiving you! “Now, the most important thing is to get you somewhere safe.” 

“Where are we going?” You finally asked, concentrating on following him through thick bushes. Your boots were getting dirty from all the mud and water, you were in a kind of swamp. You panicked when you saw bright yellow eyes blinking and glittering at you. You quickly ran to Felix and held his hand, seeking comfort and protection. You were too weak to fight, and you didn’t know where your gun and sword were. 

“A place where Hook and Pan wouldn’t think of finding you. Well, Pan could find you out but I plan on smuggling you out as fast as possible.” 

“Will you come with me?” 

He didn’t reply and you decided not to push the question further. You understood if Felix wanted to stay: his whole life was in Neverland. He was the second in command, he had to care about the other lost boys as well. He couldn’t leave all that for you. After all, it was indeed your fault if you were in that mess. 

Finally, you reached your destination: it was a cave hidden deep inside the swamp. Felix informed you Peter hated this part of the island, so he will hesitate to come snooping around. You were a bit surprised to see furniture such as a bed, cabinet and table already there. 

“It was an old hideout before Pan forbade us to come here.” He quickly explained when he saw you look around. “It’s dusty but… Better than a trapdoor, am I right?” 

“Yeah, anything is better than that.” You agreed and walked over to the bed. 

The second in command laid something on the bed and you realized he had stolen some things from Hook’s quarters. Actually, it was your blanket, so the pirate won’t be that mad. But he will certainly be astonished to see the trapdoor opened with no sign of your person in it. Perhaps Felix had an idea on how to escape the island? You wanted to ask him if he had a magic bean but you refrained from doing so. You were exhausted from being imprisoned and from walking. You laid down on the bed and tried to get comfortable. 

“I am going to get you some supplies from another hideout not far away. I won’t be too long. Try to sleep.” Felix softly whispered and kissed your forehead. 

“Thank you.” 

When you awoke, Felix was nowhere to be seen. There were several new objects and a basket full of food and a pitcher. Your stomach growled and you leaped to your feet, almost rushing to the table. You were so hungry and absolutely starved, your hands greedily went through the basket. Felix seemed to have the time to prepare some sandwiches that you devoured without a second thought. It felt insanely good to eat. For you, this was better than the food you would eat with Hook at his table. You wondered if he knew where you went or if he didn’t care. Probably the latter, you thought. If he was willing to sell you off then he didn’t care that much about your person. 

Bored, you walked toward the entrance of the cave. You didn’t have the time or the energy to observe your surroundings when you arrived. Your nose scrunched up when you got a scent from the swamps: it was disgusting and you gagged at the odor. That may be one of the reasons Pan hated this place and you completely agreed with him. It was inhumane. At least the yellow eyes were gone or so you believed. You had seen such eyes in books about nature and animals, perhaps alligators lived there. You smiled, thinking about the odd story the captain told you once at night: a crocodile apparently took his hand and now he was wearing a hook to use it. You wondered if those animals could talk so you could ask them to eat him. 

Something moved in the swamp which made you hide further in the cave’s shadows. You didn’t have any weapons on you so it was best to keep a low profile. Next time, you would ask Felix to get you some. You couldn’t stand being without one, you felt naked. You instantly smiled when you saw a familiar head with blond locks advancing toward the cave. Still, you stayed well hidden before jumping in to hug him. 

“Thank you for the food, I greatly appreciated that.” You told him between kisses. 

“We have no time to waste. I fear Pan must know something.” He replied, sounding almost desperate and frightened. “I may know a way to keep you safe but… There is a price to pay.” 

“You are scaring me Felix.” 

“Listen, there is someone named Rumpletilskin, he makes magical deals with people, at unfair prices though. We could… call him. I will pay any price if that means you get to live away from here.” The second in command argued with a disaffected and trembling voice. He didn’t seem to trust that person as well, which did scare you a little. 

“But I don’t want to leave you!” You complained, you could hide in there for a long time, you wouldn’t mind. It was going to be hard but you didn’t want to leave Felix. 

“I know.” He sighed and closed his eyes. It was also hard for him, you could tell that. “But it’s the only way to secure your safety.”

“You should come with me. We could live together.” You tried to insist but you found yourself disappointed when he shook his head again.

“I can’t. I have responsibilities here, the boys… Even if they annoy the fuck out of me, I can’t just live them there, you know? I promise I will do anything to find you after.” He sputtered, you felt being the second choice for him but you somewhat understood what the issue is: he had known the lost boys for all his life (centuries as he told you) and you both have known each other for what? Some weeks? It was unfair for him to just leave everything for a girl he barely knew. 

“Okay.” You agreed, defeated. He was right, this was the only issue unfortunately. “But what if Pan knows about that?” 

“He won’t dearie.” 

Felix’s eyes shot wide open and he pulled you behind him protectively, though you could stand your ground. You scowled upon seeing the man or rather… creature in front of you: he looked more like a crocodile or alligator, with scales and golden eyes. He seemed rather amused at your constant starring and you glanced at the lost boy who looked tense. He giggled as he approached and wandered around the cave. 

“I can’t believe my eyes! The second in command of Peter Pan, calling me, to make a deal! And with a pirate, nonetheless. What for, dearie?”

“For her protection.” Felix said with a stern and serious voice. You didn’t know what else to say so you let him deal with the strange fellow. “To be away from Neverland.” 

“It will cost you a great deal, my friend. And I don’t think you have something I desire unfortunately, except if you can bring me your leader’s head.” You froze at that statement, knowing he wouldn’t do it. Also, Rumpletilskin seemed very angry when he spoke of Peter Pan. Did they have a history together? 

“A part of my heart, perhaps?” 

“What?!” You turned to stare at Felix, shocked by his offer. What did he mean by a part of his heart? 

“Tell me more.” Rumpletilskin clapped his hands together, visibly interested. 

“My heart is special, pure red, extremely rare, that’s what Pan told me.” Felix replied without glancing at you. Your heart was thundering in your chest, speaking of hearts made you quite queasy. “If I give you a part of it, you will make sure she has a good life somewhere else, where she will be happy, safe and without any problems of any kind. Do we have a deal?”  

“I want to see it first.” The being haggled over, but he didn’t hide his interest. 

“Felix, you don’t have to do that.” You told the lost boy, squeezing his hand. 

“I have to. For you.” 

Rumplestiltskin appeared in front of Felix. Unlike you, he didn’t step back, he instead glared at the dealmaker. You wondered how he would be able to see Felix’s heart. How could someone do that? Will he open the lost boy here and there? It seemed very risky and unsafe. To your surprise and horror, the man didn’t do that. Instead, he stuck his hand in the chest of your lover and took out his heart. Felix moaned in pain and you let him leant against him. He looked extremely weak but tried to appear strong and unbothered by what was happening. 

The dealmaker inspected the heart meticulously and methodically. It was making you sick: he was observing the heart as if it was some meat piece! It was revolting. Rumplestiltskin took his sweet time before snapping his fingers together. A piece of parchment appeared out of thin air, with a feather quill. 

“We have ourselves a deal my friend.” 

“Felix, I am not sure about this. Are you certain-”

“Anything to protect, I will pay any price if it means you get to live that life you ever wanted. You deserve this. Let me take care of you one more time.” He softly spoke and kissed you. 

The dealmaker made a gagging sound and giggled when he realised how embarrassed you were. What a bastard. You understood why the lost boy didn’t seem to like him. Watching anxiously Felix signing the parchment, you pondered over leaving him on his own, without a part of his heart. Wouldn’t he die without it? Would it be painful? 

You got your reply as the blond haired boy groaned in pain, louder than when his heart was first taken, and if you weren’t holding him, the poor lad would have fallen over to the ground. You held him and hugged him, not wanting to be separated but now you didn’t have a choice anymore. You watched as the dealmaker held a little part of the heart, a shining little thing, it looked like a ruby. It was truly beautiful. 

“There lover bird, let me put that back where it belongs.” The creature talked as he roughly pushed the heart back in the chest. Felix took a big inspiration before standing up on shaking legs. Then, the dealmaker stared at you with a smirk. “You have five minutes to pack and say your goodbyes.” 

At least you didn’t have to leave immediately. Rumplestiltskin whistled a tune before advancing toward the exit of the cave. When he was out of sight, you hugged and kissed Felix, thanking him a hundred times for what he had done for you. Still, you didn’t want to leave him. You wanted to drag him to a better place with you, it was unfair he had to stay here. 

“I don’t want to be away from you. I will die if I don’t have you near me.” You complained as Felix packed your own bag. He had insisted on doing it. 

“Don’t worry. I just hope you forget me.” He tried to joke and laughed, but stopped when he saw how sad you actually were. “Or not.” Stepping toward you, he cupped your cheek and you leant into his touch. “I will try to find a way so we can be together again. I promise.” 

“Okay. I promise not to forget about you.” You smiled and kissed him. Deciding on giving him something so he could still remember you, you took off one of your necklaces and offered him the piece. It was golden, with a ring attached to it. You put it in his palm delicately. 

“I have to give you something too now.” He chuckled and reached for a ring he always wore. You never asked him the story from it. “There, you can wear it around your neck too. I will get it back when we will be reunited.” 

“Your time is up dearie!” Rumpletilskin announced, happy to ruin the mood. “Or do you want to get killed by Peter Pan?” 

“No, I'm coming.” You said before looking at Felix for the last time. “I will see you.” You kissed him again but the dealmaker roughly yanked you with him. You both groaned at the loss of sensations and before you could blink, a strange cloud made of smoke blinded you. 

Opening your eyes, you found yourself in an immense room, which you believed to be a living room of some kind or rather a dining hall. It was not lightened, except for some candelabras. Also, there were numerous art pieces on the walls. It didn’t feel like home and not something you would live in. Hearing the dealmaker giggling, you turned and realized he had been watching you the whole time. There was a sick sparkle in his eyes that made your stomach turn. Your gut was telling you to be careful and that something was wrong.

“Your friend doesn’t read, doesn’t he?” 

“I don’t know, the subject was never brought up.” You replied quickly, being on the defensive. 

“Good, because that fool will never ever see you again.” The crocodile man smirked and you found yourself bonded to a chair. You started to squirm but the binds went tighter and tighter. “Don’t worry dearie, it won’t be painful and it won’t take long. I just love messing with young naive lovers.” 

His hand covered your face, you cringed under his skin and attempted to bite him. He didn’t pay attention to you, he instead seemed to be focused. You hoped he wouldn’t take away your sight or your eyes, he seemed to be very deranged. You gathered some bravery before trying to ask him what he was doing. However, you didn’t have any time to do so: you felt a warm and burning feeling in your eyes, after a few seconds, your head spun to the side and you fell strangely asleep. 

When you awoke, you immediately jumped to your feet. You didn’t remember falling asleep at all. Worryingly, your eyes scanned the dining hall, making sure the owner of the castle was not around. Alas, he was there, swirling some wool through a spinning wheel, and to your surprise, gold came out of it. You were fascinated by the strands of gold and approached, which made the man raise his head to grin at you. 

“Finally awake dearie! You should be grateful I let you nap, but the castle isn’t going to clean itself. I am expecting some guests over.” He requested, implying you had to yet again to scrub and wash. 

“I had the strangest dream.” You told him as your eyes were mesmerized by the spinning. “A boy… He made a deal with you to ensure my safety. He was cute.” 

“Interesting. Keep those silly dreams to yourself dearie, love… is a weakness.” The Dark One declared, now you could finally put a title on his head, your mind was extremely foggy. “Don’t forget you're here because that good for nothing pirate captain threw you out.” 

“Of course. I will never betray you.” You confidently replied. 

“Good. Now, run along and do your chores. I expect this castle to shine, I want to see my face on every wall or ground.” 

Nodding, you decided to leave him and to indeed go back to your chores. Still, the image of that boy haunted your mind. Who was he? He felt so real… Too bad you couldn’t even remember his name, but you did remember his eyes, blue or steel gray, like a cloudy day before the storm. And he had a scar as well. As you reached the cleaning supply and started to mop one of the hallways, you couldn’t help but stupidly smile at the mere thought of seeing him again, in reality or one of your dreams. 

[goldenxshine]

Peter Pan being clingy would include...

• the thing is, it's unusual for Pan to be clingy

• but it's not something you'd complain about

• even he sometimes needs more attention

• acts like this when he's worried or stressed

• gets anxious or upset if he can't be with you all the time

• calls you love, darling, sweetheart more than usual

• probably cracks a joke or two

• follows you around the camp and island like a lost puppy

• he just makes sure to be near you

• if he needs to get some work done he will give you something to be also busy with and keeps an eye on you

• you can feel his green eyes on you all the time

• during the night he lets you hold him

• tells you about about one of the many things that he has done or seen on the island

• loves when you caress his hair and his strong arms

• the little smirk never leaves his face

[chloe-skywalker]

One & Only - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,781

Requested:Can I request a Peter Pan OUAT imagine? Reader has been the only girl on the island for a while and is very cold to her the moment she sees her. She goes ballistic in the middle of the camp when she sees Pan kiss Wendy on the beach or something. A few of the lost boys try to calm Y/N down before she hucks a drinking glass at a tree and yells, "THAT STUPID FUCKING BLONDE BITCH!!" And runs to her treehouse. Felix knows about her feelings for Pan but swore he'd never tell anyone. When Pan gets back he can hear Y/N crying in her treehouse and goes "Which one of you did it?!" Not realizing that it was him because he didn't know she was anywhere on the beach. - @anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I did change some things minorly but not much. I enjoyed writing for Once Upon A Time again. Especially for Peter Pan.

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“Y/n” Felix greeted as the y/h/c-ed girl walked over to him.

“Felix.” Y/n smiled, greeting back the tall boy. Y/n nodds towards the new boys. “How are they doing?”

“Not bad for newbies.” Felix shrugged his shoulders. Y/n and Felix were just 2 of the ones that helped train, but not always.

“Maybe we’ll have to toughen the training.” Y/n scanned the group of new lost boys.

“I believe you're right.” Felix agreed as he noticed a few mistakes the boys were making that he was sure she did as well.

“Have you seen Pan?” Y/n asked, looking around and not seeing the boy in green anywhere.

Felix shakes his head with squinted eyes. “Not since earlier. Have you tried his thinking tree?”

Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, he wasn’t there.”

Felix nudged her before saying. “He’ll come around sooner or later.”

Felix knew Y/n has had feelings for Peter for a long time. But he’d never say anything unless they were alone, because even though some of the lost boys were pretty sure Y/n and Peter had mutual feelings for eachother it wasn’t their place to say.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded looking around making sure there wasn’t anything for her to do before telling Felix. “I’m gonna go down to the beach, I’ll be back later.”

Felix nodded watching her as she left knowing that the beach was her thinking place. Before turning his attention back on the boys.

So Y/n went walking her normal route down to the beach. When she got to where the trees end right before the beach Y/n stopped. She saw Peter standing there on the beach, but he wasn’t alone. He was with Wendy Darling. A girl that the shadow brought but she wasn’t lost, she didn’t belong on Neverland.

But what really shocked her was what happened next. Peter pulled Wendy into a heated kiss. Y/n instantly reached up to cover her mouth, out of shock and to keep her gasp from being heard. Y/n had to turn around and she ran back to camp not wanting to watch it any longer. As she ran back to camp Y/n could feel tears welling up but she wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet.

Once she got back to camp she picked up and threw a drinking glass that was nearby against a tree. Watching it shatter. The lost boys noticed her distress, so two of the older ones, Felix and Devin went over to Y/n. Being two that are very close to the lost girl.

“Hey. hey Y/n.” Felix reached out to her laying a hand on her shoulder guiding her to the edge of camp so no one could eavesdrop. “Hey, what happened?” he asked with worried eyes.

Y/n shook her head not wanting to look at them and possibly break in front of them.

“Y/n please. Tell us what happened?” Devan pleaded, not liking to see her this way. Like she was gonna either murder someone or break down crying.

Y/n could barely even glance at them. So Felix tried again.

“Y/n/n.” Felix called her name again and this time get’s her attention. Once Y/n finally looked at him he asked her. “What happened?”

“I went down to the beach, and I saw him kissing that little Darling bitch!” Y/n told them with a low angry voice. But Felix and Devan could tell she was more hurt than angry.

“He what?” Devan asked with raised brows in shock, looking towards Felix. The two thought Peter liked Y/n.

“He was kissing that bitch.” she repeated herself, this time though her words sink into her own mind and Y/n can’t help it when a tear falls.

The boys look at her with sympathy.

“Why don’t you go get some rest.” Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side. Trying his best to provide her with comfort. 

“Yeah” Y/n sighed defeated, before heading back to her own treehouse. The boys watched her walk off sadly.

Hours later Peter showed back up at camp after leaving Wendy back in her cage. He looked around and saw someone was missing.

“Where’s Y/n?” Pan asked after looking around the camp and he did not see her.

“Her treehouse.” Devan spoke up after silence was all Pan was met with. Obviously no one wanted to be the one to tell him about the day's events and only two knew the reason.

Once Peter nodded and left off to go see his lost girl Felix scoffed, pissed off.

“I wouldn’t have even gave him that much.” Felix grumbled pissed off at how his leader hurt his friend.

As Peter Pan got closer to Y/n’s very own treehouse he heard her crying. It made him stop in his tracks, and the longer he heard her cry the more enraged Pan got. So he headed back to the campsite.

“Which one of you did it?” Pan growled with anger in his eyes looking at every single lost boy.

“Did what?” Devan questioned why they were suddenly getting a look that could kill.

“Who made Y/n cry?” Peter elaborated with narrowed eyes.

“It wasn’t any of us.” Felix scoffed with his back facing Peter.

“What?” He raised a brow at his second in command.

Felix turned to face Pan with his own set of narrowed eyes. “It wasn’t any of us that made our lost girl cry. You did.”

Pan furrowed his brow in confusion. “I did?”

Felix wanted to speak his mind but also knew now wasn’t the time. “Have you forgotten that Neverland only has one lost girl?”

“Of course I haven’t.” Peter gave him an observed look. How could he possibly forget that.

“Well you could’ve fooled all of us, with how much time you’ve been spending with Wendy. You know the girl that doesn’t belong here!” Felix stood up to give Pan a piece of his mind, not all but a piece. He was pissed that Peter had been neglecting their lost girl in favor of a girl that shouldn’t even be on Neverland.

The two stood there for a few minutes as Felix watched Peter realize his mistakes and left to go console his lost girl. Felix sat down again and muttered under his breath. “I’d grovel if I were you.” Felix’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. Even if Y/n forgave him.

Once Peter reached the treehouse he could hear that Y/n’s sobs had died down so he approached the door.

“Y/n.” Peter called out after knocking. “Can I come in?”

There was a silent sound of a mumbled ‘yeah’ once he heard that Peter entered.

“Why are you asking? Isn’t it your island, you can do what you want?” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes from where she sat on her bed.

“It’s called respecting your privacy.” Pan says as he leaned to the side to see her face and he noted the tear stains on her cheeks.

“That's a new one.” She scoffed. Normally he just entered when he pleased.

“Please.” Peter said it in hopes of getting her to look at him.

“What do you want?” Y/n said, finally turning her head to look at Peter.

“I want to apologize.” Peter could now see clearly the tear tracks on her cheeks and her eyes were also red from crying.

“For what?” Her voice almost sounded like a whimper to Peter’s ears.

“For ignoring you and being to busy to give you my attention as of late. I’m sorry for neglecting you.” Peter aplogized as he moved into the space further and sat next to her.

“That's nice and apology expected.” Y/n gave him a small smile and a nod.

Peter smiled, letting out a relieved breath. “Good. I hated hearing you cry.”

“That’s not why I was crying.” Y/n looked back down at her hands in her lap, when she noticed he was looking at her confused Y/n let out an awkward laugh. “Don’t get me wrong it was part of it but not what set it off.”

Now he was concerned again. What hurt his lost girl? “What made you cry? What set it off?”

“Do you still love me?” Y/n asked meekly, honestly scared of his answer. Yes they told each other they love each other but they never put a label on what they were.

“Of course! You’re mine. You're my lost girl, my Y/n. Why would you ask that?” How could she think he didn’t love her anymore? How could she think he’d stop?

“If you feel that way then why were you kissing Wendy?” Y/n looked at him with wide teary eyes.

“What?” Pan furrowed his brow, caught off guard.

“I saw you. On the beach.” She mumbled looking back down to her lap once again. Y/n felt embarrassed at catching him and telling him about it.

“Love, it’s not like that. It’s the farest thing from love between me and Wendy.” Peter moved to kneel in front of her grabbing her hands in his tilting her chin up to look at him after a moment.

“Pirates were not far off the coast, my guess trying to spy. They're always looking for a weakness. I can’t have them try to hurt you.” Peter moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek before he continued to explain. “I wanted them to think I care about Wendy. If they try something I’d rather they think she’s the one with a place in my heart not you. Wendy’s expendable. You're not.”

“You’ve just been spending all your time with her since she got here.” She didn’t want to seem needy but she went from having Peter all to herself all the time to not even seeing him every couple days, sometimes not even talking.

“I need her and her brothers to do my bidding. That's all.” Peter tell’s her, brushing her hair back and scooted closer. “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you. I promise that’ll change from this moment forward.”

“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a sad but hopefully smile.

“Hey, Peter Pan never fails.” Peter stated as he got up off the floor and sits back on her bed and lifted Y/n up and onto his lap.

“I hope it continues to stay that way.” Y/n smiled nuzzling into him extremely tired from crying and the emotional stress.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[neverland93]

Peter Pan imagine/ Villain

You and Peter are deep in the woods having a conversation and things get heated …

“My fault , I forgot you were fragile.” Peter said with such an attitude

“Excuse me?!” You almost yelled

“I forgot someone who doesn’t even know me says I’m an asshole.” He folded his arms

“You’re referring to my sister?” You asked

He shook his head yes with such anger

“So funny how someone can be such judgmental but I’m the villain.” He says mad

“Peter you know Emma just wants what’s best for me , and she just wants me to stay in storybrook with her and the others.” You say

“You know you think she’d forget I’m the better choice for you.” He says

“Oh yeah?” You smile “How so?” You say

“You’re happier with me, I spread positivity. “ he leans on a tree

You giggle

“Peter I’m sure it has nothing to do with you.” You say reassuring him

“Oh I know it’s not , it’s self hatred.” He says

“What do you mean?” You ask

“”Y/n your sister hates me, and hatred comes from people who hate their own existence.” He says

“That’s not true.” You say with a little offensive tone

“Maybe in better off alone if you agree with her.” He says

“That’s not what I meant I’m just saying you should give her a break.” You walk towards him

Peter walks to you , lifting up your chin, looks into your eyes and smiles in such a wicked way

“It’s fine Y/n I’ll be the villain, because hero’s, let me tell you something about hero’s. A hero will sacrifice you for the great or good, but since I am a villain, I have no heart, therefore… I will burn this world for you.” He whispered in your ear.

He walks away leaving you speechless.

[ancatalyst]

I wanted to do it so badly so i did it.

I didnt sleep a second this night lmao

Just gonna @ some people cause they made great content about Ouat : @prismatica-the-strange @mischievousgraxaim @truthmakesallthingsplain @themadlostgirl

[miryum]

Dating Peter Pan Headcanons

When you first come to Neverland, Peter and the rest of the Lost Boys are apprehensive, to say the least

But, once you prove you can hear his pipe, they know you’re meant to stay 

After a week or two, they get used to you- involving you in games, activities, hunting, or whatever they do

Peter, however, is still wary. You stay out of his way and he stays out of yours

You mostly hang out with your friend, Ayden (an OC of mine! 😁)

You two (you and Ayden) would run through the forest, laughing and sparring. Making jabs at each other, you were always in fits of laughter during the bonfire

You first caught Peter’s eye when you were dancing with Ayden

You looked so free, moving with the music and dancing from boy to boy. You were being whipped from hand to hand, each boy shouting in excitement when you got to them

Peter weaves through the boy, playing his pipe, slowly making his way to you

You’re laughing with Ayden, teaching the boy a fun dance

“Y/n?” He cuts in and Ayden slips away 

“Yeah Pan?” 

“How are you doing?” He leads you away from the fire

You’re a little suspicious of his behavior and worry that he might kick you off of Neverland “I’m good…” You say, “You?” 

“I’m good. Your dancing is wonderful to watch.”

“Thank you.” You smile, knowing that this was the first time he had complimented you, “Have you ever danced with us before?” 

“I don’t dance.” Pan shakes his head, “I’m just the musician.” 

“You’re a very good musician,” You say, “But you should try dancing. It’s fun, especially with the right person.” 

“And who’s the right person?” Peter tilts his head to the side, smirking

“You’ll never know until you dance. Come on.” 

And so you take Pan’s hand and pull him towards the fire. He stumbles after you, holding back a chuckle

Dragging Pan around, you whirl around him, laughing and clapping along to the music

Pan has the faintest hint of a smile on his face, but he indulges you by twirling you around and guiding you through the dance moves

That night, Pan and you got considerably closer, and after that night, he took special interest in you

Pan would seek you out more, watching you carefully from across camp. He would supervise your trainings, personally giving you suggestions to improve your fighting skills. You would sometimes see him in the trees, analyzing your and Ayden’s fights

It wasn’t long before Pan challenged you to a sword fight and asked you out in the only way he knew how: trapping you up against a tree, knife to your throat, and kissing the life outta you

You quickly break from his hold, counter his attack, press him up a tree, and kiss him back

That was the moment you’re pretty sure he fell in love

But, like the “gentleman” he is, he asked you to be his girl first 

You said yes, obviously 🙄

And let the relationship begin *waves green starting flag crazily as if this is a car race*

Peter lets you, and only you, call him Peter. No one else

Has a ton of nicknames for you. Some include: Love, Darling, and some shortened form of your name

We all know that Peter would be super protective over you- like to a point where it could get a bit annoying

I do think that he would trust the Lost Boys more but NOT the new ones

He would make it adamantly clear that you two were together and he might pull them aside and threaten them if they looked at you for too long

One example of when he was overprotective is when you were taken by pirates

Oof.

Peter was pissed. 

He comes in with all of the Lost Boys. A full attack on this one pirate ship. 

The Lost Boys are very excited for a fight, but some of them are actually furious because they really cared for you 

Peter flies in with pixie dust and personally fights the Captain off with his dagger

You’re tied to the mast (cliche, I know) and were slowly sawing your way through the ropes with a nail you had pried from a floorboard

However, once you see Peter, your face lights up and you knew you were saved

Peter fights the Captain with such ferocity that you’re sure he loves you 

(And to be honest, Peter is super hot when fighting)

His face is tightened in a glare and his muscles are flexing as he lunged and dove at the Captain

Finally, all of the pirates are subdued and Peter beats the Captain 

The second Peter parries the Captain’s sword away, he runs towards you and breaks the ropes

Hugging you tightly, that’s the first time Peter tells you he loves you

And believe me, he tells you that a lot

Peter flies you back to Neverland and you two spend the night together

NOT LIKE THAT! Just cuddling and stuff, but since it’s an awesome segway, let’s talk about what Peter would be like in bed

This fic is already super long, but here we go:

Peter is a very passionate and rough lover

His sex drive is always on high, so he’s ready to f*ck anytime and anywhere

Let’s just say that was the first time you had sex in a forest.

The first time you and Peter “did it” he tried to take it slower and softer, but he could only hold off for so long

So when you asked him if the two of you could try a little rougher, he jumped at the chance

Literally. He made you a moaning mess in less than five minutes

Peter has very good stamina- he could go for hours if you let him 

Sometimes you do let him but other times you have to stop him because the Lost Boys are wondering where the two of you are

Even though he’s a rough lover, he does love you with all his heart and has a soft side

One of his favorite things is when you play with his hair. He loves it when he lays on you or his head is in your lap

He doesn’t show this side of him in public (not huge on PDA) but he does allow you to kiss him on the cheek or maybe a peck on the lips

Sometimes he likes to sit a little farther away from the bonfire and tries to catch your lips in between laughs

You and Peter don’t fight often 

You’re calmer and not as… deadly as Peter (though if you are as deadly as him, then you go girl. Be that power couple) but you can get emotional and fierce about certain topics, so when you do fight, it can get a little… loud

The Lost Boys learned never to interrupt your fights after both of you screamed at Ayden when he tried to help 

Fights usually end in either of two ways:

1. Angry sex.

2. You yelling a really good point for your argument, asking him why he couldn’t see it from your point of view, and then storming out

If it ended in angry sex, you two would probably make up during after-care or push the argument off until a later time

If it ended with you being right (which you were all the time), Peter would start to see where he went wrong and then go after you

You might end up at his Thinking Tree or with Ayden comforting you

Either way, both of you would apologize and everything would end up fine

You two balance each other in the best way and you bring out the best in Peter

You would never trade you life on Neverland for anything

You love Peter and he loves you back with his whole heart

[courageous-heart7]

[retrointhenow]

Broken Barrier : Peter Pan X Reader

Author's Notes: This is a story based off one of my recent tiktoks. My tiktok is retrointhenow, the same as my tunblr here! I have tried shifting before and have yet to be successful. I don't have tips for shifting. I'm also not interested in making a part two for this so please don't ask.

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"Come on." I groaned staring at my ceiling. It's been about a week since my last shift to Neverland. Things went exactly as I wanted them, I set my timeline as a nice calm period. I had everything I wanted. The boys were nice, the mermaids haven't tried to drown me yet, and life was good. Recently I've had trouble shifting back, time moved slowly in Neverland compared to my actual reality, but I think Peter is starting to catch on.

There was a two month break between shifts and Peter heavily questioned where I was. Thankfully I was able to blame the met,aids but I couldn't use that excuse again. Sometime I forget that the language dialect is different that what I'm use to so I'll slip up when I'm talking. I think that's part of what gives me away. At least I wrote down in my scripts that my clothing was different.

Finally I was able to relax and dream of Neverland. It's hard to describe how I get there. But it's like someone turns on a light and then I'm there.

The island was hot and humid today. I analyzed the terrain surrounding me and noticed that I wasn't to far from dead man's peak. A long hike back to base camp. Without a doubt Peter knew I have arrived. He knew everything that happened on his island.

"Y/n ? That you?" I heard someone call. I walked toward the voice and Devin ran around a tree.

"Oh hey Dev! Beautiful day today isn't it ?" I smiled and joined him on his duties. Devin was my best friend, without me writing that in. He was the first to greet me and actually welcome me to the island.

The boys were a little skeptical about a girl arriving in Neverland. Of course Wendy was there, but Peter only kept her as collateral for the Darling boys. Peter had no agenda for me though.

"Don't tell him I said this. But I think Pan has been worried about you." Devin picked some berries.

"How so ?" I worked at another bush. Of course I wanted Peter to like me, but I decided to let it happen naturally. It's my own desired reality where I could control anything but I wanted something to feel real. Besides, I want to know how he would really feel about me.

"He's been running around the island searching for you. He's had quite the bad attitude as well." He frowned and stood up. "If I didn't know better, I'd say Pan cares about you." I passed my bowl to him and rolled my eyes.

"I would like to think so, but Peter has quite the attitude without me being present. Besides, we was probably doing his island perimeter checks." My heart swelled with joy at the though. Could he actually like me ? No, no he's too busy. But Devin wouldn't lie to me. Then again he is a boy. Best not to get my hopes up.

Together Devin and I made to long trek back to the camp. We talked about what happened since I left last. Fortunately he was easy to gaslight and confuse about my whereabouts. I just took pieces of what he said and included them into 'my' story about where I was. From what I gathered Felix has been running the camp as Pan hasn't been around recently. Could that be because of me ? No, I'm stretching to read between the lines.

"Hey Y/n, long time no see huh?" Felix greeted me. I felt myself flush with worry.

"Not such a long time. I'm never too far away." I tried to play it off. It's hard to live two realities simultaneously. Sometimes I mix up my realities and say the wrong thing. One time I was talking to my real world friends about Felix, forgetting that he doesn't truly exist.

We all hung around camp for a while, tidying up and finishing up the daily chores Pan had set for the day. Pan had yet to make his grand appearance since I've shown up.

"Rumor had it, Y/n, that Pan is avoiding you." Jack, one of the older boys, nudged me.

"Huh? What do you mean avoiding me ?" I picked my head up from the fire and looked at the lost boy.

"I don't know, but no one has seen you for a good two days. Since then he's had this twisted look on his face. Kinda perplexed." He threw sticks into the fire.

You know the saying " speak of the devil and he shall appear"? I tend to think that's true, cause right after Jack said that Pan waltzed in. Everyone went silent, only the crackling of the bonfire could be heard, Aline with the island creatures too.

"Carry on." Pan said. Slowly the noise picked back up. He walked to his tent. The boys started dancing as the sound of the Pan pipe started. Peter played a slow and mesmerizing rendition of the iconic 3 note Peter Pan melody.

"You should go talk to him." Felix sat next to me. I peeled my eyes open as I started to fall asleep.

"About what ?" Pan continued to play soothing songs. He knows how much I love listening to him play.

"Come on. I'm not stupid. I know you like him, and I believe with a best friends intuition that he likes you to." He gave me a comforting smile.

"It would never work anyway." I shrugged.

"You never know. He fronts whoever he's near you. Tries to act tough. But behind closed huts, he thinks about you." Felix stood up and brought me with him. "If things don't work out you can alway, according to Pan "go back to your world". " I felt my body stiffen. No way. I mean, yes Pan somehow knows everything, but he can't know about my world. Or that I even exist outside of Neverland. Might have to make a note about that when I wake up.

I drug myself to Pan's hut and nervously opened the tarp.

"Need some company?" I poked my head in.

"I think you're gonna come in anyway." He sat his flute down and walked to his desk.

"Observant I see." I fully stepped into his room. I had seen his hut before but never fully pictured it. He had a small bed and a decent desk cluttered with papers. He whisked his arm over the desk and the parchment disappeared, most likely to his desk in the Thinking Tree. The thinking tree is his actual home, he only stays in the camp hut for temporary reasons.

"Is there something I can help you with ?" He sighed and turned towards me. Looking directly at me for the first time today. His Forrest green eyes searched my being. I made my way around the hut before sitting on the twin sized bed.

"You haven't spoken to me today." I crossed my legs and cleaned the dirt from under my fingernails. I heard the creaking of his wooden desk from him sitting on it.

"Where do you go ? When you leave here ?"

"I don't-"

"Bullshit." He stopped me. "I know everything Y/n. You often forget that." I folded my hands together and chewed on my lip.

"Something's are unknowable. Even unexplainable." I held my breath and hoped he wouldn't be able to figure anything out. He cracked a smile, he got me. I know magic can pass through the fairytale realms, even to a place where magic certainly doesn't exist ?

"I know you're not really here. In Neverland. You go somewhere else when you disappear for days at a time. Especially that time you left for two weeks. I feel it." He hopped off the desk and walked towards me.

"I'm right here. Sitting in front of you. You're looking right at me." I challenged him. If I learned one thing, it was how to battle with Pan, verbal and physical. I felt my face heat up, my tell.

"I might be looking at you Y/n, but I'm not seeing you. You have this thousand yard stare and sometimes it's like you're not even here." Thousand yard stare ? I just get lost in my own mind sometimes. Unfortunately I fell weak to Peter Pan, no matter what. I could hang with Peter and his games just long enough but I always fell short just before the finish line. Always fumbling the bag.

"You always knew too much for your own good." I smiled sadly. Would I break his heart if I told him he wasn't real in my life ? Even though I had been visiting Neverland for months it felt like years. I felt like I had a second family, I had real fun being with the boys, living in a land of magic was indeed enchanting.

"I know that if we lived in the same reality that maybe we could be together like you want." He stroked my hair and lifted my head to look at him. I tried my hardest to not look at him. He knew, and it broke my heart instead. "Look at me Y/n." I slowly dragged my eyes to look at him, tears filled my waterline.

"Do you think that could actually happen ? Us being together if I was truly here ?" My voice faltered with each word. It feels wrong to ask that. Knowing it's not real to me. I have a real life, not this made up fabricated dream world.

He had moved his index finger from under my chin to my cheek to cup it. He gently stroked his thumb across the area, catching a stray tear. "I think friends don't look at each other the way we do unless we wanted something more." His voice was soft and soothing.

I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. Everything felt so real. "It could never work. It wouldn't be real. For either of us." His other hand held mine.

"For what it's worth. It feels real when we're together."

So was it wrong for us to lead each other on like that ? Pretending what we had was real ? Maybe so, but neither of us had been happier than in the moments we spent together.

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But eventually I went back to my reality and left Peter in his. I still get visions in my dream of him, but that's all they are. I haven't even tried to shift in months. But we knew this would happen at some point. You can't postpone the inevitable. Now it's time to move on. Move on from something that never truly happened.

Peter's POV

"She's not coming back. Is she?" Felix stood next to me, staring at her empty hut.

"No. But she'll never forget us. We're always going to be a part of her." Felix nodded and walked off to join the other boys. I'll find where she came from, I'll search for her and bring her back.

Until then I'll watch her hut. Waiting for her to walk out, waiting for her to come home.

[themadlostgirl]

Mine Alone

*Surprise bitch! I live!

Yes, after an extended hiatus I return! And I bring requests that have been haunting my inbox for months? A year? Sheesh. I will be getting the others out soon but gotta start with the one that was waiting the longest.*

Pairing: Felix x fem!Reader

Prompt: Felix smut. (That's all it said.) So enjoy you dirty little freaks!

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You hadn’t really understood what was happening until it was too late. If that wasn’t the story of your life.

It had been a good couple of years since you came to Neverland. Even way back then you had been a little slow on the uptake. Nothing you did ever seemed that significant so you weren’t too worried about anything you did being noticed by anyone. No one ever gave you big jobs to do or positions of power you had to maintain. You just ambled along. It wasn’t that you were stupid, just a bit spacey. As a result you didn’t realize when something was wrong until it was well past the point of correction.

That was part of the reason you ended up on Neverland. Unloved kids came to dance around a bonfire late at night. You did too. You didn’t think anything strange of it, especially considering how many other people were there. So when the leader, Pan, offered to take you away from your boring life in your little town you agreed without much thought. Who would notice if you disappeared? There would be no great hunt for you. No people mourning you. No jobs that needed doing that only you could do. It was an easy decision on your part.

Despite it being years ago you still held some of that feeling of insignificance inside. There were so many other Lost Boys and Lost Girls on the island. Would your presence really be missed?

Then, along came Felix. Felix was one of the most prominent of the Lost Boys and Girls. He was Pan’s best friend and second in command of the island. He did something that only Pan had done once and hadn’t really again. He noticed you. Even more than that, he liked you.

What had started as an acquaintanceship turned into friendship and that friendship eventually became love. Your days were spent mainly with each other. You even shared a tent so you each could be the first thing you saw in the morning and the last thing you saw at night.

You once asked Felix why he had approached you all those years ago. What was it about you that made him want to be your friend? He never really answered it. He just said there was some pull he felt towards you. Like he was a ship on a still ocean and after years of being marooned, a breeze had finally come to push him to land.

“You had such a bright and open smile that you shared with everyone.” he had said, holding you close as you watched the waves crash on the sand. “I didn’t realize how strong it was until you turned it on me. I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried after that. Everything else came later.”

“Everything else?”

“Everything.” he said, “Your laugh. Your sense of humor. Your kindness. Your selflessness. I loved how passionate you got about little things. I love the little humming noises you make when you work. I love how tightly you hug. I love how fierce you can be when you need to be.”

“Wow. That’s a lot.”

“There’s a lot to love about you, dove.” he pulled you closer to his chest. “That was only the beginning.”

“You can be real romantic when you wanna be.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t go harping about it to the others though. For your ears only.”

“Yes, sir.” you gave a little salute. He scoffed but didn’t say anything else.

Since meeting Felix and starting your relationship you had come more out of your shell as well. You had become a lot more sociable with everyone else on the island and had made some good friends amongst them. You were still a little slow to catch on to when something was happening though. Which is where the problem really began.

You had been having a normal day when you met a boy named Andrew, Andy to his friends. You vaguely recognized him. He wasn’t new but he wasn’t an old inhabitant to the island either. Mainly you spotted him here and there but never really talked to him. The only reason you had approached him was because he was joining your fishing route to help you pull up traps.

Most of the time you spent together was walking the east half of the island checking the fishing traps. It was a long and boring job so you had got to talking. Turned out you had a lot in common. Your senses of humor were also similar so your time checking traps was spent laughing a lot. You didn’t think much of it. You were good friends, nothing more.

Felix was not as keen about your friendship though.

One day when you were out doing your route with Andy, Felix had showed up. You jogged up to greet him. “Hey, what are you doing here at this time of day?”

“I could hear you laughing.” he glanced past you at where Andy was standing. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, it won’t make a lot of sense if I try to explain it. Just a stupid inside joke.” you waved it off without a thought. “Have you met Andy yet?”

“In passing.” Felix muttered. “I didn’t realize you two were so close.”

“Yeah. We’ve become good friends.” you grabbed his hand and pulled him along. “Come say hi. I think that you’ll really like him.”

Surprising no one but yourself, Felix did not like Andy. Every time Andy made a joke, Felix’s scowl deepened. Every little touch had Felix seething. Whether it was when you ruffled Andy’s hair or Andy put an arm around your shoulders, everything seemed to make Felix mad. You didn’t understand why. It wasn’t anything different then how you acted with your other friends. Why did it make him so upset when it was with Andy of all people?

Then one day you got your answer.

You were doing your normal route checking the traps with Andy when he asked you to stop for a minute and take a break. That was fine with you. It was an especially hot day so you could do with some cooling off.

You waded out into the ocean, the cool water bringing your temperature down immediately. Andy swam after you and you floated on the surface of the ocean together.

“Hey, can I tell you something?” Andy asked, breaking the peaceful silence between you.

“You can tell me anything.” you said.

“So, we’re good friends, right?”

“We are.”

“And we get along great. We laugh all the time. I feel like I can talk to you about anything.”

“Yeah. That’s what being friends is.” you weren’t sure where he was going with all this.

“What I guess I’m trying to say is that I--” before he could finish his sentence a large wave crested over you and pushed you down under the water.

You broke the surface and Andy was sputtering for air. “Ah! I got water up my nose!”

“Ha!” you pushed your hair away from your face. “I guess that was the island’s sign that we should be getting back to work. Come on.” you swam back to shore with Andy behind you.

You got out of the water and grabbed your boots. You were still too wet to put them back on.

“Hey, wait, I didn’t get to tell you my thing.” Andy sloshed out of the water.

“Oh right, what did you need?”

“I wanted to tell you that I…I…” Andy was clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides. “Wow, I didn’t think this would be that hard.”

“What is going on? It’s just me.” you squeezed his shoulder, “You know you can talk to me.”

“I know.” he grabbed your hand. “I just…I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now that I…I really…”

He was taking forever to say whatever it was and your focus shifted behind him where you saw someone coming out of the jungle. Oh, it was Felix! That wasn’t surprising. He made a habit of coming to find you once your route was done. A smile stretched on your face after seeing him.

“Can I take that to mean you feel the same?” Andy asked.

You cursed yourself for losing your attention and focused on him again. “Hm? Sorry, I spaced out. What did you say?”

Andy deflated a bit before his chest puffed up again. “Perhaps I should just show you.”

He pulled on your hand so you were drawn closer to him and he cupped your cheek. His face was getting way too close! You pushed him off you. “What the hell are you--”

Before you could get another word out Felix had charged down the beach and tackled Andy, murder in his eyes. He didn’t even say anything. He just started wailing on him.

You shook off your shock and pulled Felix off. “Felix! Calm down!”

“I fucking knew it!” Felix seethed. “I knew there was no way you liked her just as a friend!”

“Felix--”

“You were so fucking pathetic! The way you just dogged after her. Did you really think she’d want a wet rag of an idiot like you!”

“Felix!” you snapped and he turned his attention away from Andy. “It’s okay. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing?” Andy wheezed as he sat up. “I know you like me. You’re so nice to me and you laugh at everything I say. You touch me like we’re more than friends.”

“I’m nice to everyone and I don’t touch you in any kind of special way. I’m a lot more touchy feely with the girls I hang out with than I am with you. Did you really think me messing up your hair was an invitation to kiss me or something?”

“You were flirting!”

“I was not! What about what I did made you possibly think I was flirting? Also, why would I flirt with you when I’m already with someone?”

“I figured you wanted someone you actually got along with. He doesn’t even act like he likes you. Why the hell are you with him?”

“Wow. It is almost like my love life is my own personal business and you don’t get to make assumptions on how much I like someone by your very limited point of view.” you snapped. “Find someone else to do this route with you. I don’t want to hang out with you anymore.”

You grabbed Felix and started to walk away but Felix quickly took the lead and pulled you along back into the jungle. He wasn’t saying anything but from how hard he was squeezing your hand you could tell he was still upset about it all.

“Hey,” you said as you quickened your steps to keep up with his long strides. “I’m sorry about what happened back there. I had no idea that he thought that way about me. I should have realized sooner what he was trying to get at. It should never have escalated to--”

“Stop.” Felix came to a halt, his back to you. “It wasn’t your fault. You were just being yourself, he was the one who--” he cut himself off. His whole body was tensed like a tightly wound spring that would break free at any moment.

“Felix…” you touched his shoulder. He whipped around, grabbing you tight by the shoulders.

“You’re mine. You’re mine and mine alone. Not his! Not anyone else’s! Mine!” It was then that you saw it. There was something like fear in his eyes. You had never seen Felix afraid of anything. But here and now there was something so desperate in his gaze that broke your heart.

“Yes. Yes I am.” you hushed him. You stroked his arms up and down in a soothing motion. “You know that. I don’t want anyone else the way I want you. You’re the only one I feel this way for. It’s alright. Take a deep breath.”

“I know…I know. I just--I can’t--” he was shaking slightly. “Do I not do enough? Do you wish I was more outwardly affectionate or something?”

“You do plenty. I love our relationship exactly as it is. I don’t need you to be glued to me all the time or make big romantic gestures.”

“If I did though, then they wouldn’t feel like they can just take you from me.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Are you scared that someone is gonna take me away from you?”

He didn’t say anything. “Oh Felix.” you hugged him tight. “No one else will have me. I don’t want anyone else.”

“I love you.” he said, his voice quiet, “But I want to--it just feels like I have to--ugh!” he rested his head on your shoulder.

“It feels like you need to make sure I’m yours? Prove to everyone who I belong to?”

“You don’t belong to me, dove. You’re not a possession, but I just…I need it. I need to make sure I’m still yours.”

“You are. And I am yours, in every way that I can be. And if you need to “reclaim me” to put your mind at ease, then I’m certainly not going to complain.” you pulled dragged his hands down your body and settled them on your hips. “Claim me, Felix.”

He picked his head up, eyes boring into yours. “You sure?”

“Yes.” you pulled him down for a kiss. He kissed you back hungrily, his grip on you turning bruising as he covered your body with his. He dipped to start kissing your neck, sucking on the supple skin that still tasted like sea salt.

“Mine?” he mumbled against your pulse.

“Yours.” you reaffirmed.

He sunk his teeth down where your neck met your shoulder. One of his hands slid past the waistband of your pants and cupped your cunt. He began teasing your clit until you were moaning freely and bucking against his hand.

He stepped back from you just enough to pull your pants down and toss them away. “He had his hands on you. Tried to kiss you. Tried to kiss what is mine.” he muttered, his words barely meeting your ears. He stayed knelt on the ground, one hand splayed on your stomach to keep you up against the tree while the other hooked one your knees over his shoulder.

You grabbed at his choppy blonde hair as his mouth descended on your pussy. He might as well have been dying of thirst with how greedily he lapped up your arousal. You tried to grind against his face but he kept you firmly in place.

He looked up at you from between your legs, eyes dark with a feral lust. He worked you over with his tongue until your chest was heaving and your legs were shaking. “Felix! Please!” your voice was barely more than a whimper.

His nails bit into the flesh of your thigh and he sucked harshly on your clit. It was enough to send you over the edge and you came on his tongue.

You had barely started to blink the stars away from your vision before he was on his feet and shucking your shirt off over your head. In the back of your mind you knew that perhaps you should have moved to somewhere more private. It was a big island but that didn’t mean no one may come across you. That worry though was far from your immediate thoughts at the moment though.

You were quickly ridding Felix of his own shirt but it was hard to get up past his head on your own since he was so freaking tall. He ended up just taking it off himself before pressing his body up against yours.

“Feels like forever since the last time I properly fucked you.” he muttered in your ear as he freed his cock from his pants and rubbed it across your folds. The heat of his erection so close to your cunt had you squirming trying to impale yourself on it.

It had been a while since the last time you two had sex. Maybe that was part of the reason he was so pent up. And you as well for that matter.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “I can’t be gentle with you.” he stressed through his teeth, “Not right now.”

“I don’t want you to be.” you told him. “Now are you going to fuck me so hard I never forget who I belong to or not?”

“Fucking hell, dove.” he kissed you hard. He pushed inside your pussy, filling you completely. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust to the size of him before he was pounding into you. Taking what he wanted from your body without mercy. You clung tight to him, your nails scratching angry red lines across his back as you took the harsh fucking.

“Ah…Felix! Mmm!” you bit your lip to keep from crying out. It was hard to tell where the pleasure started and the pain began. Your back was being scratched to death by the bark at your back but the friction of his cock relentlessly thrusting in and out of your already sensitive pussy felt like heaven.

“Mine.” he murmured against your lips. “You. Are. Mine.” he punctuated each word with a particularly hard thrust.

“Yours. I’m yours.” you whimpered. He swallowed the sound of your moans as your body was being driven steadily closer to a climax.

“Fuck!” his hips snapped against yours even faster. “Dove, I--I--fuck you feel good!”

“Cum for me.” you wrapped your legs around his hips, keeping you close. “Please Felix! Cum for me! Cum in me!”

“Yes…yes dove…gonna…gonna--” he was cut off by a low guttural moan as his cock pulsed and spent itself inside you. He was still fucking you though even as he was cumming.

“Oh god!” you could feel his cum leaking out of you as his cock kept going. How was he still hard after cumming so much?

“More.” he said, his voice hoarse from pleasure. You were sure what he meant but were surprised when he pulled out of you and all but threw you to the ground. You turned to see what he was doing but he flipped you back onto your stomach and hiked your ass off the ground. Oh! You weren’t expecting that. At least the ground was soft so it’d be easier on your knees.

He grabbed you by the hips and pushed back inside you. It felt like he was reaching even deeper inside of you from this position.

Your nails dug into the warm soil of the jungle floor as he went back to fucking you. He was hitting a sweet spot inside you that had you panting and clawing at the ground for some kind of tether to reality. Your legs spread wider to allow him better access to your cunt.

You could feel him bent low over your body, hands splayed on your hips as he rutted against you like a beast in heat. You could feel the fringe of his hair tickling the space between your shoulder blades. A single word grunting past his lips with every sweet shallow thrust. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!”

You squirmed and kicked as your body was driven into a state of pleasure that was overloading your brain. You couldn’t tell if you were trying to get away or push yourself closer to him. Felix answered by dragging your legs back so they rested by his. He was so incredibly close it was hard to tell where his body began and yours ended. Not that you could tell up from down in this exact moment.

Your words were nothing but hot blubbering sighs and garbled calls of his name. Hot tears streaked down your face. Still Felix kept chanting that one word over and over. “Mine!” it got louder and louder until he was practically shouting it.

When he came you came with him, a scream of pleasure so raw it tore your throat apart. Your chest was heaving and your whole body was twitching as it tried to reconcile the orgasm you just had.

Felix was incredibly still except for the heavy breaths you could feel him taking. His voice which had been so loud a moment ago was now quiet and hushed with whispers. “Mine…mine and mine alone…my dove…mine…”

You collapsed onto your sides but Felix kept you pressed close, his softening cock still wedged in your pussy as you caught your breath. His arms wound around you, holding you tight. “You…are you okay?” he asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Yeah. Are you?”

He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Yeah. Thanks for letting me get that out of my system.”

“It was my pleasure…literally.” you responded. He sighed which let you know he was fighting back a smile.

“Felix?” you turned your head as far back as you could to look at him. Your nose bumped against his. “Mine.”

He smiled. “Yes, dove. Yours.”

[peterpan-ouat-imagines]

Im back!/Your opinion

Hey everyone! I know I went radio silent for the past year or so which I’m sorry about. I’m going to finish the current imagine I’m doing. If y’all really like the content I would love to continue making it but if you think the fandom is too dead I get it. Just wanted y’all’s thoughts on it all

[ghxst-heart]

ᴅᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ─ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ? Yes! By @iszabellas

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (Y/N) and Pan could never see eye to eye when it came to how to treat the Lost Boys, and it soon starts to drive a wedge between them when Pan dismisses (Y/N)’s reasonings for treating the boys with love and understanding rather the callous iron fist that Pan insists upon.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Angst to Fluff

ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪɴғᴏ: Pronouns used are She/Her/Hers, Established Relationship with Pan

ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: Fem!Reader, Romantic!Peter Pan X Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.9k

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) didn’t get much time for herself on the island. The Lost Boys looked up to her as a mother figure, always seeking her out for help or comfort. (Y/N) was always entertained by the thought of the sort of “good cop, bad cop” ploy that she and Pan played. Pan loved the boys wholeheartedly, but he was a massive advocate for tough love. The boys had to defend themselves against any threats, and coddling them wouldn’t help them in that event. (Y/N), on the other hand, chose to show the boys a gentler side of comfort.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Their difference in treatment of the Lost Boys is what caused most of their arguments. Pan couldn’t understand how (Y/N) could be so lax with the boys, and (Y/N) couldn’t understand why Pan couldn’t let up on them every once in a while. Today had been no exception.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎The morning had been as routine as any other day. (Y/N) woke up and made breakfast for herself, Pan, and the Lost Boys; eggs in a basket, Pan’s favorite. Pan shooed the boys off to train, and (Y/N) had taken residence up in a tree to oversee their training and ensure that none of them got too hurt. (Y/N) knew that Pan wouldn’t mind a few cuts and scratches, but the newest Lost Boys would. Soon after Pan had decided that their morning training had been sufficient, he sent the boys out to catch their lunch. That was when a young Lost Boy made his way to (Y/N) with a cut on his hand.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Uh, (Y/N), I hurt myself on a tree,” the boy said, trying to be strong and fight the tears glistening in his eyes. Pan wasn’t too far away, and the boy knew he’d be punished if he showed how much pain he was in. But, he was only ten, and a cut on his hand was a big deal. (Y/N) knew this; she felt the same way when she was his age.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) frowned and gently took the boy’s hand in her own as she pulled supplies out of a nook in the tree she sat in. She took a small canister out of the alcove and poured a bit of water onto the Lost Boy’s cut to clean it before she wrapped it in a clean cloth and bent down to kiss the boy’s hand before sending him off with a warning to be more careful. (Y/N) stood up with a thoughtful gaze, brushing her hands off on her pants as Pan appeared beside her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That one’s going to be weak if you keep doing that.” Pan simply said, disdain dripping from his voice. (Y/N) didn’t spare him a second glance as she responded without missing a beat.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Asking for help patching up isn’t a sign of weakness.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“That’s where you and I differ (Y/N),” Pan sighed.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“What are you saying, Pan?” (Y/N) snapped, turning her head over her shoulder to look at him with a frown. She briefly met his forest eyes before busying herself with putting her first aid supplies back into the nook in the tree. “Are you implying that I’m giving the Lost Boys debilities because they don’t know how to dress their own wounds?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Well, not in so many words, darling,” Pan smirked, looking quite proud of himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. (Y/N)’s mouth tightened into a frown, and she turned her body to face him, ready to end the possible fight about who was correct in their treatment of the boys.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Before Neverland, (Y/N) had grown up in the care of her aunt, a spritely woman that spent her days drinking taverns dry and flirting with pirates passing through their small shoreside town. She had to learn to fend for herself, and with each injury that she had to patch up herself, her respect for her aunt dwindled until it was nonexistent. The day she fell on the sword of one of those pirates was the day she swore she’d leave her aunt’s home. She nearly died that day, and she didn’t have the privilege of magic to save her. She assumed that that was why she was so protective of the boys.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s hands, which had started to curl into fists by her sides, loosened as she spoke in an eerily calm voice, “I sincerely hope the day never comes where you find yourself with a grave injury that magic can’t fix.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎With that, (Y/N) shook her head and left Pan in the clearing. She simply didn’t have the energy to argue with him today. Frankly, she didn’t have the energy to argue with him on most things anymore. Everything seemed to be a touchy subject; everything turned into an argument. It was exhausting.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Sunsets on Neverland were magical. The spot that (Y/N) sat at gave her the perfect view of the sunbeams radiating out around Skull Rock, and the waves of the ocean crashing around the island echoed quietly around her. The salty breeze soothed (Y/N), and she contentedly sighed as she relaxed into the rock behind her. It had taken longer for her to calm down after her last fight with Pan, longer than usual. She hated fighting with him, she really did. But he kept picking fights, and they were getting worse.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“May I join you?” Pan’s voice quietly asked, earning a small jump of (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder, meeting Pan’s forest green eyes with a frown. She stared at him for a moment, considering telling him to return to camp and that she’d be back later, but she didn’t want to let this tension between them stretch much further.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) nodded and motioned to the spot beside her, “Of course.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Pan was never one to second guess his movements, he always did what he wanted without any regard for what anyone said, but it was different with (Y/N). Something about her made him want to be good, to be better, even if it was just for her and no one else. She was the only one that he made a conscious effort to think about. He knew that he had been too caught up in his own problems as of late to worry about her, and it was taking a toll on their relationship.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) watched as Pan hesitantly sat down, his shoulder just a few breaths of air from hers. Her eyes zeroed in on the space; it felt like miles rather than a few centimeters. Pan tucked his knees close to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, his eyes focused on the fading sunlight over the horizon. The sunlight reflected brightly in his eyes, bringing out the hidden flecks of gold and brown that swam in his irises. (Y/N) had always loved his eyes, she thought they were beautiful.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Pan licked his lips and took a deep breath, turning his head to meet (Y/N)’s eyes. “I want to apologize for my behavior earlier.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N)’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Pan was very proud; he didn’t apologize often, and when he did, it was usually closely followed by a sarcastic remark. (Y/N) studied his face, waiting for it to drop into a smirk as he gloated about his methods with the Lost Boys. But, he stayed quiet, his eyes dancing between hers as he waited for a response.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“You’re forgiven,” (Y/N) quietly said, her hand reaching out to take one of his. Pan stretched his legs out as (Y/N) took his hand, his back falling into the rock behind them in relief. (Y/N) hadn’t expected him to feel remorseful for his words so soon. She had expected some distance from him for a few days, followed by a day where he was overly affectionate with hand-holding and secret kisses. Rarely did he ever verbally apologize for his wrongful behavior or words toward her.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎“I’ve been impossible for a few weeks, I know that.” Pan thoughtfully said, his eyes shutting as his thumb ran over the back of (Y/N)’s hand. “There’s a lot you don’t know, and I know now that I shouldn’t keep you in the dark much longer.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) chuckled, shaking her head as she scooted closer to him so she could rest her head on his shoulder. “Are you learning that asking for help isn’t a weakness, Pan?”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Pan hummed, his head dropping to rest on top of (Y/N)’s. “I’m running out of time, (Y/N). The hourglass is almost empty.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) felt her body become impossibly still, the dread of the realization spreading across her body with the lingering feeling of fear. She had known that the day would come, but she hadn’t expected it to be so soon. What were they supposed to do? How could they give themselves more time in Neverland?

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) took a deep breath, lifting her head from Pan’s shoulder and meeting his eyes. The sun was nearly fully set, but a few light beams still shone on his face. In the dim lighting, (Y/N) could see that he was scared. Pan never let it show, but (Y/N) was his weakness. He couldn’t hide from her. (Y/N)’s heart ached, but she tried not to show it on her face. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his, her free hand reaching up to cradle his jaw.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Let’s talk to your shadow. We’ve built up too much to just let it fade out as your magic fades.” (Y/N) softly said. Pan slowly turned his head and placed a gentle kiss in the palm of her hand, holding it securely against his face as he shared his deepest fear with her. (Y/N) could almost feel the anxiety pulsing through his veins, but he still didn’t let it cross his face. She admired that he was always so composed and stoic, but she wished he would let his walls down more often. It wasn’t good to keep everything so bottled up; it would ruin him in the long run.

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“Peter,” (Y/N) began, urging his eyes to find hers again. Forest green filled her sight, and she sighed. “I stand with you. We’ll figure this out, we’ll fight this. Let me in, let me help.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Pan nodded, the tip of his nose running along the bridge of hers as he took a shuddering breath. “We’re going to need to train the boys. There’s a fight coming.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎(Y/N) let a small smile grace her features. “Then we’ll fight with all we’ve got. Just let me teach them how to dress their own wounds. I can’t fight by your side if I’m coddling the boys whenever a tree scratches their arms.”

‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎Pan chuckled, shaking his head as he began to close the distance between their lips. It was a sweet kiss, their love, and admiration for one another guiding them closer. (Y/N) loved when he let his soft side show; those times reminded her of why she chose to stay on the island with him. She would do anything to remain on Neverland, so long as he held her like he was.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ✧: *.✧ .* :✧. ───✧

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: @iszabellas I know this took me forever to finish but I got a random whim to write it today, so here it is! I hope you like it! <3

[madd-devil]

A mermaid's tale

Summary: saving a fellow mermaid from Pan's wrath, you find yourself plotting an escape plan while being taken away by his second in command...

You observed with a hateful gaze the leader of the island, Peter Pan, as he approached toward you, a wicked grin on his face. You hissed at him and tried to hit him with your tail but you miserably failed to do so. A hand came quickly, wrapping itself around your fragile neck and it numbed you immediately. That damn fool was covering your grill, since you were a mermaid, making it harder to breathe.

The difference between a mermaid and a siren was simple: while you were born this way, and could easily lure away sailors with your voice, sirens were mortals cursed by an unknown deity. First they had feathers, half human, half bird, but they lost them and started to evolve around seas. Additionally, sirens would eat men and women while you mermaids were just joking around with them. Sure, there were a few deaths here and there, but you didn't worry about it.

Except for this one.

One of your dearest friends, and daughter of the leader of your pack, Astrollia, lured and killed a lost boy for the fun of it. It was a rule amongst your kind living on Neverland, to never touch or kill a lost boy or Pan's wrath will bring you to your demise. Except Astrollia never listened and did whatever she wanted again.

You couldn't breath and started to see black dots. The hand released your previous neck and you glared at the brown haired boy and the tall one that served him religiously, as if he was a god. The tall one with the scar and piercing cold eyes that could compete with Poseidon's ones was the most dangerous one or so you have been told by your queen. She told you tales of how the boy single handedly fought a bunch of pirates or even killed one mermaid just with his hand. You didn't know if this was rumors or not but you were at least terrified of him. They had even given him a nickname: the Shark Man.

"Look at that, boys, a fish who jumped out of the river." Peter Pan smirked with a mocking voice, making his lost ones giggling and chuckling darkly.

"Your little friend knew the risks, he shouldn't have come so close to the water." You growled in response. Then you turned your head toward the assembly, trying to put on a terrifying grin, showing off your fangs proudly. You wanted to scare them. "Young boys are so stupid but delicious."

"Oh are we? What about you, dirty fish? Helping your other mermaid friend who is actually the murderer escape from this realm is very idiotic. Not heroic."

"Shut the fuck up you little elf!" You roared in anger as you jumped at him, claws out, ready to rip him out. If you were going to die, you wanted to leave a nasty scar on the little devil. You hoped you would be able to do it honestly.

The tall one stopped you with his club and sent you flying some meters away from his master. Your head hit the tree rather harshly and you groaned in pain. You started to taste the blood in your mouth and you turned your head to see him advancing toward you. You felt actually small and scared but you didn't want to show him. They wouldn't win so easily, you decided. You growled and hissed at him, as well as trying to hit him with your black tail. Unfortunately, you were very disoriented, so it wasn’t very effective.

"What do we do about her Pan?" A young one asked, with a round face and dark eyes.

"What about… letting her in the Dark Jungle. It will be enough for her to live but she will suffer because of the lack of water… And also not a good environment for a pretty and young mermaid like you." Pan whispered as he appeared in front of you. "Felix, you know what to do." He instructed his second in command, who gave a quick nod in return.

He raised you by your forearms and you yelped at the strange sensation, hitting him with your tail, but it didn’t seem to slow him down. You tried to free yourself from the death grip of the tall boy, whose name was apparently Felix. He acted like a shark or a mad man, so your pack was at least right about this. You cried and bit him as he put you over his shoulder, as if you were some kind of bag.

"Let go of me you idiot!" You scratched his back and pulled on his hair as he started to walk away from the camp. Your cheeks felt warm when you heard the lost boys laughing at your misery. "I hate humans!" You screamed, hopefully making him deaf.

You tried to sing but you failed because you were furious. Angry at yourself and at the lost boys and… at your pack for leaving you alone with those stinky humans. You would have loved to drown Felix, first luring him with a beautiful song and then watching him struggle to breath… This was a very pleasant thought, and you continued to hit him with everything you got.

After some time, you stopped to struggle and accepted your faith. The boy was too quiet, it was relaxing in a way. It reminded you of the sea. You only communicated by ultrasound with the other mermaids and sea animals. You wondered how those boys could understand each other: even at the bottom of the sea, sometimes, you could listen to their conversations and disgusting jokes. At least, he wasn’t laughing at your odd predicament.

Suddenly, the boy stopped and dropped on the ground. Taking this as an opportunity to flee, you tried to crawl, your hands digging deep inside the moist earth. You hissed at the texture, hating it instantly. However, you couldn't escape from his grip as easily as you believed, he swiftly pulled you over on his lap.

"What are you doing stupid human?!" You asked, very embarrassed by the awkward position you were in.

"Sleep. You are heavy. Maybe you should eat less."

Your cheeks grew warm in frustration and you wanted to punch him but it will only worsen your case. So you rolled your eyes and thought about the good side of this situation: at least, you would have some rest. You disliked how close this human was to you, but you decided to not let that upset you in getting some rest. Perhaps, you would be able to gain your full strength back, and you will be able to kill that boy. He deserved it. You closed your eyes and fell asleep pretty quickly.

You woke up to someone shaking you. You moaned, turning toward the source of warmth you were against and started to feel at peace once again. You didn’t open your eyes, thinking it was just him trying to move. However, he reiterated his actions and started to speak in a very unsettled and sheepish voice

"Erm… miss… girl… fish girl…"

"What?" You asked rudely, opening your eyes to look at the cold eyes.

"You're naked." The blond haired boy breathed out, almost fascinated, his eyes wandering up and down at your body.

Your eyes grew up to the size of a puffer fish. You moved away from him but when you tried to stand up, you tripped and fell on your back. You heard the boy chuckle and you crawled to the nearest tree. You tried to hide your naked body from him, intimidated and embarrassed by your current state. You didn’t think it would have happened that fast! With the humidity of the jungle, you should have stayed in your mermaid form. This was a crude joke from the gods.

He approached you in a vicious manner, a dark and sly grin on his face, some chuckles leaving his mouth, which made you think about the worst. You didn’t think he would hurt you, maybe he had some honor in his lanky body? You started to shake, from the cold and the fright he was giving you. He was the Shark Man, that’s what your mind kept repeating in your head. He could kill you on this very spot and you didn't want your life to end now. You opened your mouth to plead and beg for your life but you were cut by the boy.

He started to remove his long cloak and draped it around your shoulders in a very delicate manner. You were almost shocked by that. He started to treat you like a fragile and delicate thing and you didn’t know if you were loving this or not. It took you being naked to be considered, you noticed. Has he ever seen a female human naked before? You needed to dig into this and try to escape that awkward situation once and for all.

"I don't know what to do with you now, fish girl." He admitted as he stared at you, crouched down.

"I have a name and it's not fish girl, stinky boy." You tried to make your voice soft, but you weren’t able to: this was again a very embarrassing situation. Anyone in your position would feel the same as you.

He chuckled and shook his head lightly, as if he was taking your reply for a joke. You didn’t understand him. He was confusing. Human males were confusing.

"Then what's your name?"

"(Y/N)." You told him reluctantly. "And I know yours, Felix." You said his name with venom, so he knew you could still be dangerous and that you disliked him.

"No need for that, sweetheart. You forget who has weapons there. I still could kill you for what you did to Josef." He growled, his hand hovering over his dagger at his belt. Still, you didn’t know who he was referring to.

"Josef?"

"The boy you and your friends ate." He said angrily, he seemed furious you didn’t know who had died. It wasn’t your fault, you were only acquainted with your friends, and he didn’t seem to understand that.

"He didn't have to come so near the water. You boys know the rules. But, if it can calm you down, we don't usually eat humans."

The blond haired boy stayed silent after your statement. He seemed very upset about the lost one's death. You didn't understand why. Mermaids were hard to kill so you never experienced the feeling of grief. Well you did, but only once and it was a long time ago, when you were just a little worm. It was one of your sisters that died, killed by a pirate. You remembered how hollow and sad you felt after learning this. But then you grew up, and your emotions vanished. It didn’t seem to be like that for humans, and so they all suffered because of those ridiculous sentiments.

You yelped in surprise as the Shark Man took you in his arms in a rough manner. That time you weren't treated like a common potato bag and he held you close to his chest so you could warm yourself up a little. It relaxed you. You never had been that warm, and human skin wasn't as thick as your scales, so you weren’t properly immune to cold. The contact of your skin against his was pretty nice as well. It almost made you forget you were about to be left alone in this dangerous environment.

"So you're just going to dump me somewhere." You murmured a little scared, realizing you were deep enough inside the thick jungle.

"Yes."

"That's mean." You mumbled under your breath, but he caught what you had said.

"It's the right punishment for killing one of us."

"Fine. I am sorry for tasting his arm. Happy?" You said, hoping it would work and you could walk back to the ocean. It wasn’t true however, you just wanted this to be over with. He was so obsessed with his friend being eaten. "And humans are disgusting. Too many bones. My teeth nearly broke." You continued to lie.

He huffed and didn’t look at you for the rest of the trip. You didn’t like this, how his eyes seemed to be focused on something you couldn’t see. You shuddered as the temperature dropped drastically, indicating you were closer to the location. You considered begging once again but suddenly, you had a better idea. What if he was focusing on something else because of your body? Sure, you were wearing his cloak, but it wasn’t long enough to hide all your body parts. Smirking like the devil, a plan slowly hatched in your mind. You knew how to get out of this.

When you passed by a river, you tugged at his scarf softly, pouting a little. He sighed in a frustrated way and lowered his gaze onto you. Trying to be as charming as ever, you announced you wanted a small break. He didn’t say anything as he put you on the ground, but far enough from the water source. This wasn’t a big problem, once you were sure he was distracted and he would be, you could just run in and swim back to the ocean.

“So… have you seen a girl naked before? Or am I your first?” You asked with a grin on your face, watching in delight as his face was as red as a clownfish.

“I… I… What?” He stammered, trying to hide the fact he was embarrassed. It was his turn.

“You sound so silly right now.” You let his coat fall on the ground and danced mentally at the evident success of your escape plan. He was hypnotized by you and you knew it. You stepped toward him slowly and you smiled when he wasn’t moving. Well, something about him was definitely moving. You were quite acquainted with the bodies of women and men alike. This was so easy.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his voice shaking a little.

“Nothing that will harm you don’t worry…” You pressed yourself against him and he involuntarily made a small sound. You had spied on so many humans that you knew what that sound meant. Your grin grew wider. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to know a little more about men…” You kissed his cheek. You were so close to freezing him. “You are such a good boy.”

That’s when you striked. You softly put your lips on his. You were inexperienced yourself but you had seen so many humans doing it. It was also very easy. You felt his hands at your hips, urging you to come closer. You had to take the control back, so you just pushed him on the grass, falling on him. His hands went then to your chest and you rolled your eyes, such a primitive act. You kissed him again, more roughly than the first one and made sure he would remain in this position.

“You are going to be a very good pet and stay here until I reach the river.” You sang to his ears, effectively bewitching him, just like any man would. They fell like flies once you were using your powers. It was amusing. And you loved seeing him underneath you… You shouldn’t be thinking of this right now.

Struggling to stand up, you hurried toward the river. You smiled as you felt your legs morphing into your beautiful tail. Laying down on the hard pebbles, you started to swim with a little difficulty, since the water wasn’t as high as the sea. Glancing to where the lost one was, you realized he was sitting on the grass, staring at you with sad eyes. You felt bad for doing this, but you needed to get free. That meeting had been very pleasant though. So, you whistled to catch his attention once again. He stood up and came close to the river. He wasn’t able to reach you, you knew it, that’s why you were being slippy on safety measures.

“See you next time, Felix. I enjoyed your company a little too much.” You smiled and winked at him before diving into the water and rushing to the sea.

Once you reached one of your many hideouts, you couldn’t help but smirk like an idiot just at the mere thought of Felix. Perhaps, you will keep your promise and try to see him another day…

[goldenxshine]

Peter Pan in modern world:

Y/N: Hey, can you log back into Netflix so we can watch something later?

Pan: Yeah, hold on

Y/N: Why is your password so long?

Pan: Well, It’s said that you need 5 characters and one capital…So I have Mickey, Minnie, Goofy, Donald, Cinderella and then New York

*Y/N is silent*

*Pan looks at Y/N*

Y/N: Oh, darling, that’s…that’s a really strong password

Pan: Yeah, yeah, can we just finish The crown?

[chloe-skywalker]

Eye's On You - Peter Pan

Peter x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 373

Summary: Peter watching over you when you sleep because he’s worried about you.

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“Are you seriously still watching me sleep?” Y/n giggled raising her grows as she opened her eyes.

“You have a problem with it?” Pan asked looking down at her laying down form.

“No. You're just worrying me.” she shook her head staring at him with concern in her eyes.

“Why am I worrying you, love? I stare at you all the time.” Peter questioned, brushing back her hair from her face.

“Normally it’s with adoration or lust. This.” Y/n reached up to cup his cheek, biting her lip. “This is with concern. AN I’m not hurt so what’s troubling you?”

Peter sighed looking away but not enough for her hand to leave his cheek. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked sitting up a little more, wanting him to know she was indeed listening.

“It’s just a feeling. Like something’s coming.” Pan shook his head lightly. It had been bothering him for a week now, and he had been keeping it to himself. It felt good to talk about it.

“An you feel I’m going to get hurt when it does?” Y/n asked knowingly, his voice had cracked slightly she knew how much the prospect of her getting hurt bothered him.

Peter nodded ‘yes’ turning to look at her. “I won’t let anything harm you. You know that right?”

Tilting her head to the side giving him a half smile. “Peter, I’m not the one that’s worried here.”

“It’s just a feeling. It’s probably nothing.” Peter shrugged but it convinced no one, at least not Y/n. She knew him to well. It had been on his mind to long for it to not still be bothering him.

“When you get these feelings it ends up being something.” Y/n stated, knowing it wasn’t helpful advice but it was the truth.

“Not helping.” Peter rolled his head to the side looking at her with an unimpressed look.

“I know I’m not easing your mind, but whatever you're feeling if it does happen. Then we’ll deal with it. We always do. Peter Pan never fails.” Y/n stated smirking as she climbed onto his lap to straddle him. They always beat the odds and they’d do it again.

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/1234

“We’re gonna try this game really quick.” Peter runs up to you while you’re drinking your hot tea and reading your book

“Pan I’d rather not-“ you say before he interrupts you

“Okay ready I’m gonna go 1,2,3,4 do it with me.” He says waiting for you

You roll your eyes and go along with it

“1,2,3,4” you say counting along with him

“Great now this time close your eyes.” Peter says

You roll your eyes even harder and do what you’re told

“1,2,3,4” you say with your eyes closed

“Now open them and count again.” Peter says

“1,2,3,4” you say looking at him

“Close them.” Peter says

You do so “1,2,3,4” still counting

“Open again.” He says taking a step closer to you

“1,2,3,4” you say and stop

Peter was just smiling

“What Peter?” You ask

“You listen so well, you follow instructions so good don’t you? “ he winks and walks away

Leaving you confused,angry, and a little flustered.

[miryum]

Fire, Sword Fights, and Secrets (Peter Pan x Reader)

Based off of this request: Peter Pan x reader and reader comes and they eventually fall for each other (not without some banter ofc)

Use of my OC: Ayden (he’s your best friend!)

Warnings: Daggers and a sword fight. Hostage situation. Pls tell me if I missed anything

“Where the hell am I?” You yell, “Who are you?”

“I’m Peter.” The boy in front of you grins, “Peter Pan. Welcome to Neverland.”

“N-Neverland?” You stutter, backing away from the boy, “Why am I here?”

“So many questions.” Peter tsks, “But I guess I can answer you that.” He spread his arms to the surrounding forest and camp, “You’re a Lost Girl, so I brought you here. Where all who are Lost come.” 

“But- But I’m not lost.” You argue, slowly backing away from him even more. Your back hits a tree, “And Peter Pan? Aren’t you just a children’s story?” 

Peter laughs, “That’s what everyone thinks. But I promise you I’m not just a children’s tale. I’m very real.” Peter winks at you.

“No.” You mutter, “I’m not Lost. I wanna go back home.” 

“I’m sorry, darling,” Pan chuckles, shaking his head, “But there is no escaping Neverland.” 

You shake your head, not wanting to believe him. 

Turning, you sprint away from the boy who took you from your home and family. You run through the trees, your feet thumping along dirt and grass. Your breathing is labored, but you can’t give up. 

You finally burst from the trees, but skid to a stop atop a tall cliff. “What?” For miles around, all you can see is clear water, shimmering under the setting sun.

“Are you done?” A voice asks and you whirl around to see Peter smirking at you, “I told you darling, you can’t leave Neverland.”

“I’m not coming with you!” You shout.

“Alright.” He shrugs, “Then I’m going to have to make you stay.”

Peter snaps his finger and the cliff disappears. You materialize in his camp with rope tied around your arms, legs, and torso, strapping you to a tree.

Pan appears next to you, leaning against the tree, “I’m sorry love, but this is for your own good.” 

You growl, lunging towards him, but the rope holds you back.

Still struggling against your binds, you take a look around you and see the place that Peter calls home. 

There’s a fire pit in the center of the camp with tents, supplies, and Lost Boys scattered around. There’s some treehouses in the branches of the neighboring trees and a table set up a little farther away. 

Some boys gather around, mumbling to each other.

“Boys!” Peter calls, “Let’s welcome our newest and only Lost Girl! Y/n L/n!” The boys muttered and some cheered and clapped.

“How do you know my name?” You fumble with your bonds but to no avail. 

“Love, I know everything about you.” He said, letting the Lost Boys get back to what they were doing. “You’ve always felt as if you didn’t belong- even though you had family and friends. You want to make people proud, but once you do, you don’t like yourself. You like being alone, but not being lonely.”

You stay silent, realizing he had you figured out perfectly. 

“You really are a Lost Girl.” Pan whispers, “You’ll learn to love Neverland.”

“No I won’t!” You argue, “I will never love Neverland! And I’ll never come close to even liking you.”

Peter smiles, “We’ll see about that.”

***

It’s been a little over a month since you arrived on the island and you still hate Peter. True, he had released you from your ropes soon after you had arrived, and he even gave you a treehouse that was right next to his. But you still hate him!

“Y/n, are you coming to the fire tonight?” Ayden, one of your only friends on the island, pops his head into your treehouse. 

“No.” You mumble, sitting on your bed. 

“Why not?” Ayden climbs in, sitting next to you, “You haven’t gone to one the entire time you’ve been here!”

“And I don’t ever intend to.” 

“Why not?” Ayden bumps your shoulder with his. 

“The music.” You shake your head, “Peter’s pipe. It means I belong here and I don’t wanna belong here.” 

“Have you ever realized that you’re the only one he allows to call him Peter? Everyone else has to call him Pan.” 

“Really?” You say, glancing at him,“I’ve never really noticed.” 

“I think he likes you more than most.” Your friend says.

“Eh.” You lift one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, “I don’t think so. He doesn’t like me.” 

“Or do you not like him?” 

You pause, looking at Ayden, “I- no. He doesn’t like me. He took me away from my friends and family against my will! If you like someone, you wouldn’t do that to them.” 

Ayden gives you a look that says are-you-stupid, “He took you away because you’re a Lost Girl. He takes everyone away from someone in their life- but it’s for their own good. A lot of us didn’t like it at first, but then we made a home here on Neverland- we made a new family. And plus, he didn’t know he was gonna like you when he took you away.” 

You groan, plopping your head into your hands, “I hate it when you’re right.”

He chuckles, “You better get used to that.” Ayden throws an arm over you and pulls you to his side at his attempt at a hug, “So are you coming to the fire?” 

You hesitate, “Fine.” Ayden cheers before you interrupt him, “But I’m not gonna like it.”

“Fine by me!”

“Do you realize how rude you are?” 

“Yep!” 

***

“You finally came.” You look over your shoulder to see Peter standing over you and you scoff, turning back to face the fire. 

“What’s it to you?” 

Peter sits down next to you, “Just wanna make sure my Lost Girl is doing okay. I’m glad Ayden got you to come down and join us.”

You shake off a confused feeling, “Ayden said something weird today.” 

“Oh yeah?” Peter smirks, “And what’s that?” 

“You only let me call you Peter. And that you like me more than practically anyone else here.”

Peter hums, “Well, he’s right. I never realized he was so observant. I could use that to my advantage.” He muses, not noticing your surprise. 

“Wait,” You interrupt his thought process, “So, you do like me? This hatred is one-sided?” 

“Love, it was always one-sided.” Peter’s face is illuminated in the fire, the flames dancing across him, making him look ethereal, “I never hated you. Would you really think I would keep someone here if I hated them?” 

“No.” You mumbled, looking anywhere but him.

“Exactly.” 

You both sit in silence for a while before Pan gets out his pipe and starts playing it. Unlike previous music which was fun and lively, this time the melody is a sadder… almost bittersweet. 

You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to comfort yourself in a hug, listening to the haunting music float through the air. 

Peter looks over at you and stops playing when he notices a tear running its way down your cheek. 

“Darling,” He whispers, wiping it from your face, “Why are you so unhappy?”

“Because I’m happy.” You reply, “I like it here- but I don’t wanna like it. I feel as if I’m supposed to want to go home to my family and want to be with them but I don’t. I want to stay here. But I feel like I’m betraying my family because I feel like that. I’m so conflicted and confused. Nothing makes sense.” 

“Well,” Peter leans back on his hands, “You know you want to stay here, right?” You nod, and he continues, “So that makes sense. And I know I want you to stay. So that makes sense.” 

“Can I have a hug?” You ask meekly after a few seconds have gone by. 

Pan chuckles and raises an eyebrow, “I thought you hated me.” 

“Shut up.” 

He grins and pulls you close to him, wrapping an arm around you and letting your arms wrap around his torso. Peter sighs, resting his cheek on your hair.

 Lost Boys stare, never having seen their leader this intimate and open with anyone before. 

“I’m sorry.” You break the hug, shuffling back away from him. 

“What for?” 

“For being this clingy and weird.” 

“It’s alright.” He faintly smiles, “It’s normal for people to not like Neverland when they first come. I’m just glad that you ended up liking it.” 

“Yeah. Me too.” 

***

You stab at Pan, your dagger barely missing its mark. Peter blocks the move with his own dagger, the metals clinking against each other. 

You two whirl and dodge through the trees, your hits getting closer and closer every single time. 

Peter’s face is furrowed with concentration and your teeth grit from irritation. 

“Dammit, just die already, will ya?” You huff, taking another lunge at him, Peter barely ducking out of the way. 

“It’ll take more than that to kill me, darling.” Peter grins his annoying grin before taking another jab at you. 

You counter his attack and force him up against a tree, your knife to his throat, “I finally won, didn’t I?” You let out a laugh. 

“Did you though, darling?” You feel Peter’s dagger pressed against your back and you intensively arch away from it.

Rolling your eyes you mutter, “Seems we’re at an impasse.”

“Do you forfeit?” 

“Never.” 

The dagger presses harder against you and in turn, you press your own blade harder against Pan. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You warn. 

“Then admit that you lost.” 

Your eyebrows furrow, but you don’t say anything. 

Peter sighs, looking a bit bored, “Love, I could do this all day.” 

“So could I.” You counter. You then become painstakingly aware of how close your bodies are. You’re pressed up against Peter, hardly any room between the two of you. 

Peter, noticing your discomfort, smirks, “Could you do this all day?” He asks teasingly, “Or did you say that just for show?” 

“I hate you.” You push away from Pan, forfeiting the training session he was currently giving you. 

“You love me.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“I’ll get you to say it sometime, darling.” 

After the night at the bonfire, two months ago, your relationship with Peter was much more teasing than it had been. 

You frequently had sword and dagger fights and with those fights came a lot of close bodily contact. You attended all of the bonfires now, and Pan seemed to always seek you out during those nights. He was getting much more protective of you, letting only a few Lost Boys talk to you.

And even though you didn’t want to admit it, you had begun to develop feelings for Peter. It had started soon after that night when he opened up to you and let you hug him- something that everyone agreed was very unusual. 

“Maybe I wanna say that I love you.” You mumble quietly. 

And maybe it was just your imagination, but you thought that Peter might like you back. He was always his overconfident self, but you would be oblivious if you pretended you couldn’t see the way he looked at you- with kindness and love in his eyes. The small smiles that appeared on his lips whenever you talked. How he hovered near you whenever you talked to another Lost Boy. His winks across the fire. How he looked at you like you were his whole world. 

“What was that, darling?” Pan said cockily. 

“I’m sure you heard me.” You counter, “You are the King of Neverland after all.” 

“That I am.” Peter said, “But why don’t you say it once more just so I can be certain?” 

“I love you.” You admit, sighing, “I wasn’t supposed to say anything because it might mess up our entire relationship and you might not even like me back, let alone love me, but these months have been fantastic and spending time with you has been wonder-”

Peter cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. 

He backs you up against a tree, his hands going to your waist as your arms wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss. Your lips move in sync, and you feel as if everything has come together. 

“I love you too.” Peter says after you break apart, “Thought you might wanna know.” 

You laugh before reaching up and kissing him again.