#peter pan drabble

[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

[dem-obscure-imagines]

New Year's Eve Kisses 2022

Note: Hello, friends, and Happy New Year! At long last, and for the third year in a row, I present to you, New Year’s Eve Drabbles! I tried to make reader gender neutral in all of these, aside from the Kili one, which is a continuation of The Book Keeper! It may also serve as an introduction for a possible sequel to that fic.

Fandoms: Stranger Things, MCU, Tolkien, Harry Potter (fuck JK Rowling; Trans Rights are Human Rights), Once Upon a Time

Total Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol (champagne, mostly), kissing (obviously), and two (2) marriage proposals. Also mentions of Eddie’s bat scars.

Eddie Munson

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Quite honestly, Eddie Munson didn’t think he’d live to see the end of 1986. It had had its ups and downs and its Upside Downs, but through it all, he’d had you right at his side, his second-in-command, his cleric, and, in real life, the very person who’d saved his life and ensured he’d live to see 1986 fade into 1987.

You and Eddie had been friends since elementary school. You’d been bullied as a kid, but Eddie didn’t put up with that and he didn’t want you to, either. He’d stood up for you one fateful day in the third grade and made a friend he knew he’d cherish for the rest of his life.

At the moment, the two of you were at Steve Harrington’s New Year’s Eve party, a sentence neither of you thought you’d utter, with some of his friends as well as Eddie’s bandmates, the Hellfire Club, and a few of Dustin’s other friends. Trauma was a weird thing, after all, and bonded the most unexpected people.

“Here.” Eddie handed you a solo cup full of booze and you sniffed it before taking a sip of whatever mystery punch the rest of Corroded Coffin had poured together.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of his drink as well, tattooed arms folded across his chest.

“Another one, huh?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Another year.”

“Thanks to you.” He nudged you with his elbow. “You really saved my ass, you know? I really don’t think I’d be standing here without you, big ugly bat scars and all.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve saved my ass plenty of times, Munson, I’m pretty sure we’re even.”

He smirked, bumping his shoulder into yours. “You think so?”

“I do.” You nodded.

Steve drew everyone’s attention to the countdown, which was nearing a steady close.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N)?” Eddie said, his words slowing. “So remember that…not running away thing I was working on?”

“By running straight into a herd of evil mutant bats, yes, I recall.”

He scoffed. “Heh, yeah, well, um…There’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, and I…you know what, fuck it.”

“What, Eddie—”

He smashed his lips against yours as the ball finally dropped, kissing you hungrily. You kissed him back, spilling your drink as you surrendered to his embrace. It was uncharted territory for both of you, sure, but just like your DnD campaign, you couldn’t wait to explore it with him, side by side.

Druig

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When the New Year finally rolled around, the Eternals that were close enough decided to throw something of a celebration, just as you’d all done in the years before you’d split off and gone your separate ways. Now that Druig had finally come out of hiding, he was standing in the corner of the room, sulking, snacking, and sipping champagne as he watched some random guy flirt with you across the room.

You and Druig were…complicated to say the least. You weren’t together, not officially. You obviously both cared about each other a lot, but neither of you had ever taken that next step, not before Druig had all but dropped off of the face of the planet.

You’d missed him, of course, but you weren’t sure how to bridge that gap, if that was even still what either of you wanted. He was the Hades to your Persephone. Quite literally. Your dynamic was where Sprite spun the legend to begin with.

“Why the long face?” Sersi asked, standing next to him, that soft, compassionate look on her face.

Druig shrugged. “Dunno. Just…not feeling the party, I guess.”

“Is that so?” She asked. “Why’s that?”

“Just…thought it would be different, is all.”

“Huh, well, looks like someone else might feel the same way.” Sersi nudged him, motioning to you with her head. Sure enough, you were giving the ‘help me’ eyes, stuck in conversation with the stranger in front of you.

“Oh.” Druig said, straightening up his jacket before standing up and briskly walking to you. “This guy botherin’ you, love?”

“Who’s this?” The frat bro in front of you asked, looking Druig up and down. It was true, Druig was much shorter than the lunkhead, but, of course, Druig had his own secret weapon up his sleeve.

“I’m their boyfriend.” Druig announced, slipping his arm around your waist. “Who are you?”

“Kyle.”

“Well, Kyle, if you don’t mind too much, I’ll be borrowing the beautiful, beautiful (Y/N) for the rest of the night.”

Kyle looked like he was about to retaliate, but then a golden hue took over his eyes and he turned around abruptly and walked across the room and out into the cold.

You chuckled and looked over at Druig. “Thank you. You just saved me from a riveting conversation about NFTs.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What’s an NFT?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

He grinned. “I’ll take your word for it, then.”

“How are you doing?” You asked, leaning into him a little more.

“Better now.”

“You looked a little grumpy before.”

“You noticed.”

“I always do. Especially when it’s you.” You smirked, mischievous. “So you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“For the evening.” He shrugged. “Or longer, if you want.”

“Are you finally asking me out?”

“Might be.” Druig pulled you closer to him, his hands on your waist as the other Eternals began their countdown. “Are you saying yes?”

“Might be.” You repeated, nose brushing against his as you went in for a tender kiss.

Kili

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“So the Dwarves are coming over here for New Year’s Eve…why?” Your friend Chelsea asked, hanging up some 2023 balloons.

“Because they already had their New Year’s on Durin’s Day there, so…” You shrugged. “You know how they are, they just like parties.”

“That is true.” Kili nodded, walking into the kitchen.

Your face lit up when you saw him, and you walked over to him, surrendering to his embrace. “When did you come over?”

“Just a moment ago, my love.” Kili replied, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Do you need help preparing the festivities?”

“Actually, yes. Do you and the guys want to bring the drinks in from the car?”

“One step ahead of ye, lassie.” Dwalin replied, sipping from a bottle of beer he’d found out there, Fili and Thorin carrying in cases of beer behind him. You had bought a lot of it, but you still weren’t sure it would be enough to satiate the Dwarves. Only time would tell. Worse case scenario, they could go back through the portal in your closet and get some ale from Erebor.

“Thanks, guys. Anyone wanna go with Phil to pick up the pizzas?”

“I will!” Ori volunteered excitedly. “What’s pizza?”

The pieces slowly started to fall into place. You explained human New Year’s Eve traditions to the Dwarves whenever they asked questions.

“Kissing at midnight?” Thorin asked, well within earshot of Kili. “Does it have to be your betrothed?”

“Nope! Some people kiss total strangers, but if you have a partner, you usually kiss them, yeah.”

“Interesting.”

“Why, you have someone in mind, uncle?” Fili asked, teasing.

“No, of course not.” Thorin shook his head, flustered.

“Hmm.” You hummed, laughing softly. You turned to Kili, smirking. “Do you know who you wanna kiss?”

“I have a faint inkling, yes.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

In no time at all, the party was in full swing and the dwarves were distracted very effectively by the New Year’s Eve countdown, mesmerized by the colors and songs and segments included. Ori was taking notes ferociously while the other Dwarves participated in a drinking game led by one of your friends.

You sat in Kili’s lap, chatting with the others, sipping on champagne, and waiting for the final bell to toll, bringing 2022 to a close.

“Do you have a New Year’s Resolution?” Dori asked you, sampling some champagne himself.

“I’d like to write another book.” You said, leaning into Kili. “What about you?”

“I do have one.” Kili nodded. “But I think I’d rather tell you in private it it’s all the same to you.”

“Oh?” You asked.

He nodded, giving your hips a push off of the couch and taking you to the other room. You looked up at him curiously. In your world, the Mortal Realm, Kili stood about six feet tall, as opposed to his usual 4’ 10” that he sported so proudly back home. It was odd how your height difference flip-flopped back and forth, but you were coming to love it.

“So, I’ve been doing some research.” He began, taking one of your hands with his own. “It may be too soon, but…” Kili reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He slowly got down on one knee, offering the box to you.

“Kili…” You whispered, your voice breaking. “Is this…?”

“Open it.” He urged, his voice faltering.

You opened the lid of the finely crafted wooden box. It was clear he’d made that from scratch as well, and sure enough, inside, you found a small tuft of green velvet, atop which sat three things: an intricate engagement band, which looked much like the claddagh ring he’d made for you, but with a diamond in the place of the emerald in the other ring, which currently sat, upright, on your right ring finger. The second and third were matching wedding beads, meant to be braided into your hair and his, to signify in Dwarven society that you were married.

“Oh my God. Kili, I…”

“In this New Year, in your world, in mine, I wish to marry you, to be your husband, to care for you for all of your days. And if you’d have me, my One, I would love to make you my wife.”

You nodded, tears slipping from your eyes as you pulled him back to his feet. “Yes, Kili. I love you so much. So much. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Kili pressed his lips to yours, collecting you in his arms, kissing you for the remainder of the year, your last year as an unmarried couple as it slowly bled into the year in which you would finally be married to the Dwarven prince of your dreams.

Neville Longbottom

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“Professor Longbottom?” One of Neville’s fourth year students asked, entering the greenhouse. It was winter break and only a handful of students remained in the castle, along with the few professors who had stayed. It had been a few years since the Battle and Neville had returned to Hogwarts, now the Herbology professor.

“Yes, Tilda?”

“Have you seen Professor (L/N)? I have a question about the extra credit assignment for their class.”

“I haven’t. Did you check their office?”

“I did, it was empty.”

“Huh.” Neville thought for a moment, running through your favorite places in the castle that you could have stolen away to. “Well, what’s the assignment?”

“We have to write about a Muggle holiday we haven’t learned in class yet. I wanted to write about New Year’s Eve, but…”

You walked into the greenhouse, holding a bundle of flowers. “Neville, have you--? Oh, hello Tilda.”

“Professor (L/N)!” Tilda grinned.

“She has a question for you.”

“I thought you might be in here with Professor Longbottom…” Tilda admitted with a shy grin. It was no secret to most of your students that there was something going on between the two of you. “I have a question about New Year’s Eve. So, the kiss everyone talks about, is that before or after midnight?”

“Oh, a New Year’s Eve kiss? It’s usually right at midnight. Muggles believe it’ll bring them luck in the new year.” You explained for her.

“Ohhhh. That makes a lot of sense. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. Let me know if there’s anything else you need! Will you be at the party tonight?”

“I will!” She smiled, saying goodbye to both of you before walking away.

“A New Year’s Eve kiss?” Neville raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer to you as soon as Tilda was out of sight and earshot.

“It’s tradition.” You shrugged, resting a hand against his cozy sweater vest. Outside, there was snow falling in large, fluffy flakes, visible through the greenhouse windows. “And if you’re lucky, you just might get one tonight.”

“What are these for?” He motioned to the flowers in your hand, changing the subject, his cheeks reddening. He had grown up a lot since you’d first met him, that was for sure, but every so often, the shy side of him showed itself again, reminding you of that shy Gryffindor boy you’d first fallen in love with. Little did you know he was nervous about something else that the evening would bring.

“They were in my office.”

“Well, you should put them in water, they’re lovely.” He replied, knowingly.

You rested your arms on his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his. “Thank you, Nev.”

“Of course, love.”

***

Later in the evening came the party Headmaster McGonogall was throwing for the few kids who were still there, as well as the staff who had volunteered to stay behind. The Grand Hall was decked out with silvery decorations, the tables near the front of the room loaded with food and punch.

You and Neville kept orbiting each other, keeping a safe distance to remain professional, but it was terribly obvious to anyone who knew the two of you that you shared a deep connection.

“You look lovely, dear.” McGonogall complimented, looking at your outfit.

“Thank you, Headmaster.” You thanked. “Happy New Year.”

“A Happy New Year indeed.” She eyed Neville, standing in the corner. “Mr. Longbottom looks quite nervous, does he not?”

“Oh.” You glanced over at him and she was right. He was pacing, even as midnight approached. “Yeah, he does. I’ll go check on him.”

You walked over to him and grabbed his attention, pulling him to a private corner. “You okay?”

He nodded, shaking.

You took his hands in yours and felt the way he was trembling. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

“I…” He sighed. “I’m…”

“Take your time.” You encouraged, your voice soft.

He took a long breath, centering himself, that Gryffindor courage finally taking hold. “(Y/N), I have been in love with you since our fourth year. When I saw you at that Yule Ball in this very room…I knew that I had to…to do this someday.”

“Do what someday?” You whispered, watching as he, shakily, pulled a tiny box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous engagement ring you had ever seen, its gem in the shape of a flower, metal leaves on either side of it. Tears pooled in your eyes. “Oh, Neville.”

“Will you marry me?”

In the background, you heard the students counting down to the new year while you had a brand new life waiting in anticipation for you to make your choice.

“Yes, Neville, of course.” You rushed into his arms, pulling him into the tightest hug while he exhaled a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

And sure enough, right as the new year hit, you sealed your promise with a sweet kiss.

Peter Pan

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“What, so you’re telling me you don’t celebrate New Year’s?” You asked in disbelief at the nightly bonfire. It had been a few months since you’d taken up permanent residence in Neverland with Peter and the rest of the Lost Boys, but you’d been visiting the place in your dreams, and their self-appointed ruler, for that matter, for several years.

“What point would there be in that?” Felix asked, rolling his eyes at the sentiment. “Time doesn’t pass here. We don’t have a calendar year like they do in the Mortal Realm.”

“Then how do you keep track of time?”

“We don’t.” One of the other Lost Boys laughed.

“No other holidays?” You asked, eyebrows scrunching together. “None at all?”

“Nope.”

“Huh.”

You didn’t say much after that, thinking about it. You’d been trying to keep track of the days since you’d left home, and you knew it was probably getting to be around that time there. Not that you wanted to go back; you didn’t. But it still felt strange, one last final difference that further divided your new life from the one you had left behind for the adventure of a lifetime.

Pan found you later, studying the look on your face. He didn’t like when people were sad; it brought the whole vibe down, but he had a soft spot for you, had picked you especially to be, well…his. He wanted you to be happy for that reason, too. It hadn’t entirely dawned on him why that was, why your feelings were so important to him.

“Love?”

“Hmm?”

“Something bothering you?”

“Not really. It’s not important.”

He chuckled and sat in front of you, pinching your chin with his fingers and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Yes it is. What’s going on?”

“I just…Felix said you guys don’t really celebrate holidays here. I guess it makes sense. I should have realized that sooner, I guess.”

Peter thought for a long moment, putting the pieces together. “You miss holidays, then. We celebrate a lot, have parties nearly every night.”

“Yeah, I know, and I like those a lot too, but…I don’t know, something about…the rituals, I guess. I think New Year’s Eve would have been soon. It’s one of my favorite holidays.”

“Is it?” He raised an eyebrow, taking your hand. “Well then…let me see what I can do about that, eh?”

***

A few nights later, Pan sent you out with Felix on a “special errand.” You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to be looking for, but he’d said something about seashells, so you and Felix were combing the beach and collecting some.

“I was skeptical of you, you know?” Felix admitted. It wasn’t any surprise to you that was the case. Felix was Pan’s right hand man, after all. Most of his job was figuring out who was and wasn’t to be trusted. “But…something about having you here…Pan is different, more powerful, lighter, even.”

“Thanks, I think.” You chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

“I’ve been told I’m something of an acquired taste.”

“Yeah, well…I appreciate you looking out for me. You both made the transition a lot easier.”

“Anything for Pan’s Chosen.” He bowed playfully as you gathered the last of the seashells and you began the long hike back, only to find…the campgrounds were decorated.

There were glass orbs and flickering lights dangling from the tree branches, a large grandfather clock propped up against a tree. In the center of it all was Pan, dressed in a sparkly gold suit, holding an even sparklier gold outfit for you in his arms.

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking around in awe.

“It’s New Year’s Eve, love.” Pan insisted, smirking. “Here, get dressed. I’ll save you some champagne.”

“Champagne?” You asked, incredulous. “Where did you get all this stuff.”

“Details, details…” He shook his head, giving you a little push towards your hut, where you quickly changed into the new outfit before meeting him outside, where the Lost Boys were acting out what you could only assume was supposed to be some form of a New Year’s Eve broadcast while the grandfather clock began to tick down to midnight.

Peter took your hand and raised it to his lips. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You clean up nice yourself.” You chuckled, still in disbelief at everyting that was unfolding around you. “I…”

“You don’t like it.” His expression fell.

“No! Oh my gosh, Peter, I love it, I just…I can’t believe you would do all this for me…”

He met your eyes, his voice very serious. “I would do anything for you, (Y/N). I suppose I’ll just have to keep proving that to you.”

It truly was one of the best nights you’d had on Neverland, if not in your life, and sure enough, when midnight hit, Pan made sure he wouldn’t miss out on perhaps the most important New Year’s Eve tradition of all. And he met you under the stars to capture your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

[sayoko-ou]

I like to imagine that after a few years, rumours about Wanderer pop up in Sumeru where he's depicted as a Peter Pan type of character.

Do with this information as you will :3

[never-never-land]

"I didn't miss you as much as I thought I would." For Peter? ☠️

I didn’t miss you as much as I thought I would…

It’s a thought, a feeling, that Peter tries to force himself to believe. Something that he wants his subconscious to warp into reality; it would make everything so much easier to handle.

Believing the beautiful lie that he could live without you; that his life wasn’t duller without his beautiful star to light it up. The ugly truth, that appears within the constant ache of his heart and soul, bearing down on him as he forced the words through his mind. Forced himself to believe the saccharine words.

What else could he do while his heart weighed heavier and heavier as each moment went by? To the point that not even pixie dust could make it fly again. He didn’t realize how much he craved for you to be by his side until he turned his head and you weren’t there.

Every time a joke appeared within his mind, he had to remind himself that you weren’t there to hear it.

Every time he flew through the Never Land sky, he had to remind himself that you weren’t down below.

Every time he laid within The Hideout, he had to remind himself that you weren’t doing the same.

You were gone. You weren’t coming back.

It was something that Peter still didn’t want to believe; to believe would make it real. To believe that you were gone would make it a reality and he couldn’t do that.

He’d much rather believe in the beautiful lie that he had constructed around himself. That he didn’t have to miss you all that much because you were coming back.

It was so much easier than coming to terms with the ugly truth that you weren’t.

[the-bar-sinister]

Jane Darling hacked her way through the thicket of rosebushes with her borrowed blade.

Her mother and father had lived here once, before she was born-- if you could call what happened in Neverland living.

Jane's mother spoke of Peter Pan with a mixture of tenderness and bitter bile, her father with cautious, wary awe.

Jane hadn't been impressed, when she met him.

Now he had gone and declared a game of war between them.

Jane didn't think he'd expected a girl to like war.

She cut down another swath of rosebushes.

She was thinking about cutting out his heart.

ao3 link

[stillchasingfairies]

Peter & the Lost Boys are so brave.

I’m thinking about how brave Peter & the boys all were when Tinker Bell was literally dying.

There's the scene where Dr. Slightly is checking on Tink & realizes she's doing "kinda bad," which is a pretty serious diagnosis in Never Land medicine. Cubby starts sobbing.

Peter solemnly promises Tink that they'll save her.

Despite being seriously upset & worried about their beloved Tinker Bell, Peter & the boys jump into action to fix the problem. They put on happy faces, & sing & play treasure hunt with Jane without showing an ounce of their inner concern & sadness.

The song is so fun that it’s alarmingly easy to forget about the impending tragedy. But when you stop & think about it, the boys are really being brave & positive. They never let on about it at all, until they realize that Jane had been planning to use them. That's when Peter bursts out in very justified anger & tells Jane what a grave mess she's made.

But I can really imagine how disheartened they must've been feeling deep down that whole time. How brave are they.

I don't know, I just feel like it’s kind of a profound thing to depict in such a lighthearted movie.

[luckyfiona]

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”

                  ❝ ——  Oh. Hm. ❞

                                          ( Uh-oh. )

Lawless Lucky talked a big game around the bonfire last night. She wasn't too oblivious to pick up on the fact that her being scandalized and upset by the boys' violent sides was beginning to grate on them. So, when all of the boys were talking about the gruesome things they'd like to do to the people who made their lives hard in The Other Place, she forced herself to laugh along, and even took the opening to spin a tale about how she was planning to poison her old employer's food. And, oh, those rotten pirates? Well, she would do the same to them if she had a chance.

So busy seizing on the moment, she didn't consider that she would actually have to put her money where her mouth was.

It would shatter the illusion of Neverland as her luxurious, peaceful, happily-ever-after paradise if she had to see any real carnage with her own two eyes, much less deal any of it herself. But here was dear Peter, ever the altruist, granter of all her wishes, suggesting she come along to their next raid of the Jolly Roger. Lucky's pretty sure he knows this is out of her comfort zone, if he's paid any attention to her — and he does, of course he does. Why else would he go through the trouble of bringing all of these troubled souls to the island if he didn't empathize and care about all of them, right? She can't imagine any motive but love and sympathy. — It's funny, considering how anxiously, meticulously sensitive she tries to be to his boundaries. There was something maybe endearingly boyish about his disregard for hers.

She reasons that she should be grateful for his investment in keeping things fresh and interesting. This is what a sensible, healthy relationship looked like, right? Balancing energies was a major tenet of Celtic magic— it was the key to harmony and prosperity. A passive, supportive person worked best with a person who was a little more... challenging. It would be too stagnant or too chaotic any other way. She gives a fond half-smile to her love, her true love, convinced he's only looking out for her best interests. She would find a way to explain to him that this doesn't really interest her... another time.

               ❝ Well, I suppose I would... ❞ 

Lucky? Morally opposed to it? No sir, you've got the wrong lassie. You must be thinking of that prude from Chicago, Fiona Comisky, who used to dote and cry and sermonize Nate Larsen any time he got injured in a fight with some low-class brute he should've run away from. She had no qualms with clodhopping bullies who started barbaric fights. Didn't find it tasteless in the slightest.

She was opposed to tagging along for much more modest, supportive, team-playering reasons, to be certain. The same reasons why she declined Nate's offer to teach her how to use a bow and arrow: why would the Princess of Neverland get her dainty, dignified, not-at-all-labor-calloused hands dirty learning how to hunt when her boys got such a thrill out of slaying those innocent animals?

                ❝ But why bring a girl along to steal all of the attention?                        I'm not as strong or as sneaky as you. I may ruin the... Element of surprise. Or... distract everyone when they have to keep me out of harm's way. And there’s really— there's so much I could do back here. I thought I should make some sort of victory banquet for the boys to come back to. ......Besides... ❞

Lucky's fingers sidled over to his, tips brushing over his knuckles, as if timidly asking permission to show tenderness before making any sudden moves. Peter was a bit strange about physical touch. She could never tell if he was enjoying it, or if she maybe wasn't doing it right. When he didn't immediately swat her away, she gingerly placed her palms in his, intuitively careful not to scare him away like a baby deer too shy for human touch, or startle him like a scorpion ready to plunge a stinger into her at any moment. She has experience with his type. She has nothing if not patience and willpower to break through to them. She has hope that one day she'll be able to fully embrace him. If she's really as lucky as everybody says, maybe she'd be able to fully-fully "embrace" him.

                ❝ I love when you tell me all about your thrilling adventures. You get such this 𝓅𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝑒 in your eye... It's the same one you had when you first found me— the one that I saw and thought, 'Oh, there it is: my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. At last, I can see it!' ❞ 

She boldly ventures to show a little more affection while she pleads, but not enough to push him too far, just enough to remind him that he can touch her back any time he's ready. (If he's rallying her to come out of her comfort zone, maybe this is a good time to encourage him to be a little more adventurous, too.) Her fingers, ever-so-lightly cupped over his hands, gently lace themselves into the spaces between his. She's not naïve enough to believe she's going to get out of raids forever. She just wants to experience feeling truly loved and close to him, just one time, before she has to see him at his absolute nastiest.

           ❝ Oh, Peter, won't you please let me see my 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 again when you fill me in later? ❞ 

( Won't you please let her be so lucky as to skip out on this? )

╳ — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ! // ACCEPTING.

[mycrazyramblings]

Fairy-Drabbles 45: Peter Pan III

by @ulmo80

Wendy had reached her limit. All she did was wash, clean, cook, mend –where did they get in, anyway? they came every day with some tear. She was fed up with picking up the mess left behind by Peter and his gang of good for nothing friends. Lost Children. Yeah, right! Bunch of immature who didn’t want to grow up.

You can read more on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16600925

[chaosandmarigolds]

(clears throat) ahem, I have a little dribble drabble cause I needed to fully write it out cause I'm in a silly goofy mood

“Hey- Tinker bell. Tink.” 

Reluctantly you left your gaze on the obscure piece of metal, which you thought may be from a carburetor you weren’t sure though, that you had been given by your Liuetnatnt (and you were beginning to think he gave it to you just to shut you up) and you look at the Scotsman that sat across from you on the workbench. It was barely four in the morning, and while he had just woken up for his morning…whatever, you had been up the entire night, with the pile of paperwork the captain had you doing and a routine maintenance you procrastinated with; an all-nighter was the only option. 

So when the ‘boys’ (a term you not so lovingly adopted for the unit) woke up you were met with a few grumpy grumbles and one very awake man, somehow the sight of them triggered a second wind so you ended up going on a forty-minute tangent about LTV’s to your Lieutenant, who- now you realize- grabbed a random piece of metal and asked you what it was. Clever, because it had shut you up but mildly infuriating. With a sleepy stare, you look at Johnny, “No.” 

“No what?” He quipped back. 

“No callsigns, I don’t want one, don’t need one...” 

You hear a small stifled laugh and then Kyle’s voice is heard from what you assumed was inside on of the trucks, “Too late for that.” 

To those words you spin to face the truck, pretending to be unfazed by Kyle sitting on the hood of it, happily sipping what you assumed to be an energy drink of some sort. “The fuck does that mean?” 

“Means er’ a Tinker bell, ‘ever that is.” Out of all the people you expected to be in on this you didn’t expect your Luietant, so when he spoke up from where he was looking through the files you had just turned in you shot him a glare. 

“Like from Peter Pan.” You speak slowly and look back at Johnny, who seemed oddly content with himself. 

“Well more ‘o ‘cause she does lot ‘o thin’s with her hands, ya’know? Like she-she built tha’ boat in the one fairie mo’ie.” 

At the very least everyone's attention wasn’t on you anymore, because as soon as Johnny spoke everyone looked at him. Through the harsh lighting and even though the mask made his eyes look more like voids of nothingness, you could see Ghost’s eyes narrow to his friend’s oblivious expression, meanwhile, Kyle didn’t try to hide his confused yet amused stare. 

You move to look at the man and lean forward, “Johnny, I didn’t know you had sisters.” 

“Yeah, got two lil’- oh.”

yeah thats it, <3

[agent-darkfest]

Yay! Upload from last night’s Magma session! This one was actually inspired by a lovely written Drabble on the discord by the wonderful @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

Also, the theme for this was Peter Pan… that "parameter error" bit got me…

GITM characters and story is by @venomous-qwille

I did do one more doodle from the latest chapter, but just in case of minor spoilers I’m putting it under the cut line.

Sol… beloved…

[mingisdoll]

To Love a Siren

Includes: mentions of sexual activity, afab!witch!reader, siren!Yeosang, angst with a fluffy ending, cursing, yelling, drabble based off a song titled Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't by NIKI & Rich Brian. We need more siren Yeo in our lives lol

@newworldnet

Thank you to @minkilicious for proofreading and shout out to my mother @itsnotmydejavu and my fellow moot @bethelighthalazia

You were in his bed. Again. Your sisters told you to stay away from him yet you couldn’t. You even had Hook stand guard for you every time you did something mundane like go to the grocery store or help Henry with his homework. However, you fell too deep into his trap and there was no way you could escape his clutches. 

I’m talking about the deadliest siren known to all of mankind. 

Kang Yeosang. 

He had brown hair, a unique birthmark on the side of his right eye, irises red as blood, and silver scales that littered his body. He was known for having the smoothest and deepest voice out of all of sirenkind. The sickly sweet honey vocals would lure even the most intelligent pirate to the bottom of the sea and they wouldn’t even know they had died until they found themselves in the Underworld. 

How were you involved in all of this? Well it started back when you were on a mission to gather some things from Skull Rock. Meaning you had to go through. Meaning you had to go through the rambunctious group of Lost Boys who stayed when you captured Peter Pan.

From there, you spiralled downwards. You wanted to unravel the mystery that was the beauty behind the siren. However, you made a pact. A pact that you slowly started to regret. Why? You broke the number one rule when you first started sleeping with him. It was the most crucial rule you guys had yet you went and broke it away.  

You fell in love with him. 

Little did you know

He fell in love with you too

Due to his siren nature however, it ruined everything. 

You were arguing with him earlier over God knows what. Perhaps it’s the bottled up feelings spilling over at once. Or maybe it was pent up frustration. Either way, you were screaming each other’s heads off. 

“YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!” 

“OH REALLY?! THEN EXPLAIN HOW I GOT YOUR BAD HABITS ALL MEMORIZED!”

“WHAT BAD HABITS?!”

“WHEN I KNOW YOU NEED ME MOST, YOU GO AND SHUT ME OUT! I figured though since you’re a damn Gemini.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes and looked down at you, crossing his buff arms that somehow made his scales shimmer even now. Perhaps it was the sunlight reflecting off his beautifully milk and honey mixed skin.  

“That doesn’t mean shit though. Stop acting like you know all the answers to everything.” 

“I’m not saying I got all of the answers though. But oh boy have I been in love before.”

“Ok and? Your point?”

At this point, you grabbed his hand, to which he flinched. He wasn’t expecting you to step closer to him, let alone grab his hand. You truly must be brave in order to do that. 

“It’s not always peachy. Life ain’t that easy, Yeosang. Believe me. But one thing I know for sure is it shouldn’t be this hard. Sure you couldn’t dtr (define the relationship) and you’re thinking ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay friends?’ right?”

“Yeah. But I know we shouldn’t. We’re too deep into this… thing we have with each other.”

“Exactly. You know what?”

“What?” 

“If I had your heart, it wouldn’t be this hard.”

Yeosang sighed and pulled you into a long needed hug. You could smell the rum off his breath and you sighed. You figured he would drink before a serious talk like this since he needed the confidence boost. After all, being a siren isn’t easy. 

“Is that why you acted so indifferent the last time we saw each other?”

“Yes.”

“You do realize that it was a bit too much right?”

He tried to joke about it, but you glared at him and he sighed, apologizing quietly for the poorly timed joke. Clearly, he didn’t understand still yet you remained patient since he was still learning. 

“Is there anything else I said that pissed you off?”

“It’s not anything you said. Rather… it’s everything you didn’t.”

“Oh? How so?”

“You always answer my questions with more questions. Tell me. Are you scared?”

“Honestly? Yeah. We’re not always peachy, you know. We fuck like we hate each other when obviously, we don’t. We’re just clueless. Well… I’m just clueless.” 

You giggled at his statement and Yeosang felt his heart swell with adoration at the sight. Perhaps he could try to love you in the way you truly deserved. After all, you saved him from the throes of Neverland.

“I drank too much tonight. I’m looking to get it out of my system.”

“Well, I’m here, loverboy. Let’s establish something once and for all.” 

“You know I’m not one for titles, especially that one. Maybe I’m terrified.” 

“Why is that?”

Yeosang leaned down and kissed your neck, his fangs lightly scraping your skin. You moaned quietly and you felt him smirk against your skin. Like you with his bad habits, he memorized all your spots that made you grow weak.

“I wil admit. That pussy kicked my rules out the door.”

He then swept you up in his arms and led you into his room, where you got lost in each other’s touches and were drunk off of each other’s lips. As Yeosang’s hands skimmed all over your body, you heard your phone ping. 

“I could take more shots or I can take you off your blouse.”

“Do the latter.”

Yeosang smirked and ripped your blouse in half. You whined and he shushed you with a scaled finger pressed against your lips. He then slowly inserted two of them into your mouth and you sucked on them happily. He then took off your pants and groaned at the wetness seeping from your panties. 

“Normally, when we were actually fucking instead of talking and… well in the process of making love, my favorite part is either when I’m done or when you’re walking out of my house. However, I realize that I don’t want that.” 

He then sat on the bed and brought you into his arms. You were shocked by the gentleness of his movements and when you stared into his eyes, they weren’t their normal red. They lightened into a softer shade of pink. He tilted his head and explained some more. 

“The next time I call you, you better pick up. From now on, I’m calling you mine. I want to show you off to everyone and prove to your sisters that even though I’m a siren, I can love like a human.” 

At the end, he could dtr. It wasn’t hard but it also wasn’t easy. Wouldn’t it have been nice if they stayed friends? Yes but…

Y/N had Yeosang’s heart. And no one could take it from her. 

[melloween-candie]

I said NO! [P.P & F]

Storybrooke/ Childish Peter & Responsible Felix x Reader

Requested // Request Rules

"Not in Neverland, but if you lived with Pan and Felix in Storybrooke or something, I feel like Pan would let you buy whatever you wanted and Felix would have to like, stop you. And it makes me laugh"

A/n - Omg yesss. Lol, I can totally see that! Like if they were modern or in storybrooke, Peter would be like-

"Y/n can have EVERYTHING they want!"

And Felix would be the more reasonable and down to earth one saying stuff like.

"But Peter!! That's so expansive!" Or like "Okay, well, how are we going to pay for that?!"

It would be such a cute situation 😍😂 I might even end up making a cute little drabble about it... 🤔 I don't know; it's up to y'all if y'all want to see it.

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Asked by @emmaloo21

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A/n - Welp, I guess you guys are seeing it! Hope it's okay that I made this into a polyfic. I wasn't really sure who you wanted me to ship on this one. But yeah, it's just a drabble~ hope you enjoy it!

Warning! Mentions of tantrums? Literally there's barely anything bad on here lol

Word Count: 764

[Drabble Fic]

Once Upon A Time Masterlist

Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Y/n's Pov***

Life has been a little chaotic ever since Peter and Felix arrived here in Storybrooke. Long story short, we managed to find a happy ever after for all of us.

Lucky for Peter, Regina and Emma allowed him to come with the help of Henry, convincing them, of course.

Now you might be wondering... Why in the world would Peter Pan want to leave Neverland? Well, he didn't. But I wanted to know he's here with me and Felix.

Oh, and by the way, we're all dating... Or at least I'm dating Peter and Felix. They aren't really dating each other since, well, they say they don't swing that way, but anything is better as long as I can love them both equally~!

Time skip!~

A good amount of time has passed since that incident, and people around here are starting to trust us. Which is a good thing since now we won't get a lot of death glares, and we can actually talk to Henry without anyone staring at us.

It felt great being able to just be a part of something, and the lost boys seemed to like their new environment, too. Some of them even have jobs!

Which reminds me of our struggles... Since Peter was the one behind all that havoc, it's kind of hard for him to get one... And besides that, he hasn't even put in a lot of effort into trying.

He'd always say stuff like, "Jobs are for old people. It sucks the life out of everyone!"

Meanwhile, Felix got a job super-fast. Which isn't much of a surprise since he's the responsible one in this relationship... Though, don't tell Peter I said that, or he'll throw a fit.

Anyway, I got a job, too, but it barely pays. I work here at Grannies as a busser. All I do is clean tables and dishes. It isn't hard since we don't get a lot of customers at once, but it's decent.

However, the pay isn't the greatest. It's fine for one person, but I'm with two others... So, we mainly have to rely on Felix's income.

He works as a construction worker, and he barely gets any time off... Especially the giant incident. Tiny literally destroyed half the town. It was a great pay, though.

Anyways, enough of that! Me, Felix, and Peter are currently heading to the grocery store to buy some food for the week.

Felix always hated shopping for food. But I know that's not true. He only hated it when me and Peter tagged along because we'd always add more than what was planned in the cart.

Felix would end up telling us no and to put it back, and Peter would say no to his demand every time, and those two would end up fighting about it all the way home.

It's honestly annoying. If I had enough money, I'd just buy groceries myself...

Anyways, it isn't all that bad. There'll be times when Peter and I would agree into getting something, and we'd pled Felix into buying it for us... That usually works surprisingly well.

Or times when Peter and Felix would agree into buying something, and they'd take it home to show me. Usually, it would turn out to be a gift they think I'd like or food they know I like. I love it when they do it for no reason. It always warms my heart knowing they both agreed to get it just for me~

Overall, life was great. Peter gets along with children surprisingly well. And they end up loving him too; meanwhile, they'd always avoid Felix at all costs. It was pretty funny.

Felix would always have to be the bad guy and pull Peter away from his fun. But that's how it always was. If Peter gets too ahead of himself or starts to think like he owns the place- Felix would always be there to slap some sense into him. And my part- well, my role is to help calm Peter down after he gets slaps.

His 'tantrums' are no joke people. Especially when he's trying his hardest to behave for me. After all, he didn't want this, but I'm sure deep down he actually enjoys it, and I know Felix does too.

He'd always smile for the strangest things... Like every time he finds a word for his crossword puzzle or when he finishes organizing something...

Overall, these two balance each other well, and I'm the glue to this whole ordeal! I wouldn't want it any other way, either~!

[ofstoriesandstardust]

second star to the right (and straight on ‘til morning)

updated February 25th, 2024

series playlist | pinterest board

summary: At the start of his senior year at San Diego State University, Jake just has a few credits to finish up, a state championship game to win, and NFL tryouts to prepare for. His fall from grace hurts that much more when he fails the first written response paper in his Gen Ed History class.

On the upside though, his tutor’s pretty cute.

main storyline:

changes

but this is getting good now

like real people do

go gentle into that good night

peter pan

lost boys get found

drabbles and extras:

the rose bowl

scott street

steady love

[andkisses]

♡ warmth, gold, and honey | jungwon ♡

prompt: You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff

♡ jungwon x gn!reader | wc. 1.8k ♡ genres/tropes: vampire!jungwon, human!reader, college!au, some fluff, some confessions, a kiss ♡ mentions of/warnings: mentions of a cheating ex, i think that’s all? also one pet name usage ♡ a/n: meant to post this at halloween but forgot i had it lol a rewrite of something i had written a long time ago but never posted, enjoy <3 tfw u extend a drabble from 517 words to nearly four times that lol

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When you first met him, you were terrified. Who wouldn’t be? Everything you’d ever heard about his kind sent chills down your spine and made you want to curl up and hide and never leave. You didn’t even know what he really was then. He was just there, tall and intimidating as hell. You really shouldn’t have come to this party. You should be back at your place, studying for your next exam. A boring life was a safe, vampire-free life, yeah?

But after you met Yang Jungwon and learned his secret truth, your perspective on things changed quite drastically. It happened quite fast, actually, this change of heart. Vampires weren’t 100% scary anymore—though, don’t get it confused, Jungwon, as fair as he may be, could turn scary in an instant. They were merely beings who had memories of great history, and an incredible knack for storytelling.

On nights you couldn’t sleep—because of life, or a test, or that stupid boy who cheated on you—you’d call him and ask for a story. And every time, without question, he’d oblige, honeyed voice coming through the receiver. The stories Jungwon told were so fantastical, so imaginative, it was hard for you to believe they could have ever been true. But, then again, you were hearing them from a real life vampire, so who’s to say what’s real and what’s not?

Eventually, though, your restless nights start to concern him. You try brushing it off, say it was just a phase because that’s just how life is, or an important incoming exam, or because your stupid ex who cheated on you really, really hurt you. You stop calling, too, spending long moonless nights alone and in silence with nothing but the darkness to keep you company. You could try to remember the stories he told you, but your memory always dulls in comparison.

But if there’s anything you’ve learned after meeting Yang Jungwon, out of everything he’s told you or shown you, it’s that he’s good at reading people.

And he’s especially good at reading you.

Another restless night, paging through a chem textbook you’re too exhausted to even try to understand. The only light coming from your desk lamp, and whatever moonlight could filter down through the fire escape. Not that it was much escape, though, with the last bit of ladder broken and still not replaced. Maybe you should have splurged a little more for an off-campus apartment, or gone halfsies with someone else.

But you do enjoy your apartment, as small and as dingy as it is. It’s yours, even if you still feel like you have to clean extra hard because of him.

When you hear a tap on your window and see him floating outside, a happy smile on his face with a teasing expression to his eyes, you really aren’t as surprised as you expect yourself to be. As you should have been. You let him in, pushing the window up before Jungwon slips in like a lithe Peter Pan. He’s feet gently land on your floor, and while he’s still tall, there’s nothing intimidating about Jungwon now. You dare say he’s the exact opposite for you.

He surveys your room with a blank expression before another smile overtakes his features.

“No wonder you can’t sleep,” he says, a small tsk-tsk in his voice. “The front of the building from when I dropped you off is much nicer. Your room is boring—no stories at all.”

“That’s not true!” you reply, pointing to your shelf full of knickknacks and memories and photographs you’d taken over the years. Some places decidedly empty, a symbolic representation of your heart, but nonetheless–stuff!

“Not those stories, silly,” Jungwon chides. He reaches to take your hand, and it sends a chill straight to your heart, the spark it causes and the warmth you feel. Another thing you learned from knowing him–those stories about vampires being cold? Just a silly myth. Jungwon squeezes your hand again. “I mean stories like these.”

With a wave of his hand, a glittering scene appears in the empty space in front of you. An ocean slowly eats away at the shiny shore, everything bathed in the warm, vibrant colors of sunset. You can even hear the waves and smell the salty sea air, seagulls cawing in the distance. The golden glow of the image warms even the darkest corners of your room. You reach for the image, but your hand falls through.

“How did you—?” You look up at him, mouth slightly agape.

Jungwon laughs, a small one that lifts your heart, and uses his free hand to tap at his temple. “Magic,” he chimes with a wink, and now you’re both laughing.

By three in the morning, long after he’d shown up, you’re side by side on your bed, staring at the ceiling as Jungwon plants image after image. Each with their own story he whispers just for you. He even teaches you how to bring them back on your own, with your own brand of mundane magic.

“For whenever you need them,” he whispers, holding your hand close to his heart. “For whenever I can’t be near.”

You blink, and your throat catches at the idea of Jungwon not being here. You scan his face, the features you’ve made yourself very familiar with. You may not be able to recall Jungwon’s stories in color, but you’ve always been able to recall him in sparkling detail. You start to wonder about things, creating a timeline in your head as you gaze back up at the ceiling. Jungwon had told a story of star crossed lovers who actually ended up together. The glittery image of them sitting side by side, staring out into the ocean, curled into one another stares back at you.

You think about the night you met Jungwon, the night you’d your ex–then your boyfriend–making out and cheating on you with someone else in the corner of the kitchen. You’d gone in for more ice, and ended up shattering your reality as you knew. Then, you met a vampire, so maybe that night was destined to be odd.

You think about what’s happened since, the tentative friendship you find blossoming between you two. Jungwon attends your university–which you find stupid because why would you voluntarily submit yourself to such torture as organic chemistry–but Jungwon tells you it’s to see people, see how they’ve changed and how they’ve stayed the same since he’d turned.

“Besides,” Jungwon had said, tapping his pen against his temple when you’d gone to study together after class, “I already know just about everything. Makes test taking really easy.”

You think about how much you truly enjoy being in Jungwon’s company. How he sets you at ease, makes you laugh. The stories he tells, how he seems to have them only for you. You think about right now, his shoulder and knees pressed against your own. How he holds your hand against his heart. How he’s still watching you when you turn back to him, eyes soft and delicate.

As are his words when he asks, barely above a whisper, “What are you thinking about?”

You decide to be honest. “You.”

Jungwon blinks, eyes quickly going over your face, a small smile teasing the corner of his lips. His hold on your hand tightens just that much. “Why?”

“Because…” Your words fall short. Is this really where this conversation is going? You could overthink it to the moon and back, but you already know it would change your mind. There’s a reason you can feel the tips of your ears burning, a reason being so close to him makes your heart race. You stare into his eyes, so sweet and homey, and tell the truth. “I think I like you, Jungwon. A lot.”

He flashes you that brilliant smile, the one you know is just for you, the one that makes your heart lurch. “You like me?” he echoes through a smile. Then, he tilts his head, teasing. “Or my stories?”

You pull your hand free to whack him in the chest, earning you laughter. “I pour my heart out and this is the thanks I get?”

Jungwon’s hand, now free from holding yours, reaches across to cup your cheek. “Darling,” he says, and you feel your skin beneath his touch burn, “you did not pour your heart out. You told the truth, which is good. But pouring your heart out?” He shakes his head softly, turned towards you against the pillow.

Somehow, you’ve both gone from flat on your back to on your side, facing each other. You pout, even if your heart sings at how Jungwon is looking at you. “Then what does pouring your heart out look like, hm?”

Jungwon smiles, something sly and cunning, as if he’s waited a long time for this. “Well, I think it would sound something like this.” He pauses a moment before going on. “It’s how when I first saw you at the party, I thought you were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. Then I gathered you were already seeing someone, but then to see you cry? Because of what he did to you?”

Jungwon frowns at the memory. “Then we found each other at school, and we kept talking, and talking. And somewhere you found about me, but you didn’t care. And I told you stories every time you called because I needed an excuse to hear your voice or make you laugh. Because it was the best thing I could hear. Then, you stopped calling. And I didn’t expect it to hurt so much.”

“Why?” you ask without even trying. It slips out in a pause in Jungwon’s speech.

He smiles, using his thumb to softly rub back and forth on your cheek. “I didn’t expect it to hurt because I’ve done this before–shared stories with people,” he says. “To be honest, it took me a while to figure out what was wrong, because I hadn’t felt it. At least not in a long time. When I realized it’s because I like you a lot, I had to figure out something to do.”

You can’t help but stare. “You like me back?”

“I fear I may love you,” he says softly, and you feel a knot in your stomach. He moves closer, using his hand on your cheek to tilt your chin up towards him, his lips a breath away from yours. You try to remind yourself to breathe. Your hand reaches out to cling to his shirt. “I’ve met so, so many people in my years, and then I met you. And you were suddenly everything that was missing, and I can’t help but think that…”

“That we’re meant to be?”

In the time you’ve known him, you’ve almost always associated Jungwon with warmth. First, him dispelling that silly legend about vampires being cold, or even heartless. You’d heard it the first time he enveloped you in a hug, when you broke down crying explaining what your ex had done to you. Then, his stories, his honeyed voice painting fantastical stories over the phone. The magic he has, producing the glittery golden scenes around you. His hand, so tender and gentle as it cups your cheek, fingers pressing delicate against the nape of your neck.

But Jungwon’s kisses? The warmest of them all.

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Lily- a DCA!Serial Killer AU drabble

CW: vomiting, mention of drug use

" 'Boy,' she said courteously, 'why are you crying?' "

Sun read aloud to the collection of children at the day's reading circle, his voice module shifting to a higher, feminine pitch to match the character Wendy when speaking her lines. Today's book was 'Peter and Wendy' by J.M. Barrie. Some of the children gathered around him giggled, finding it as silly as when he was pretending to cry as Peter Pan just seconds earlier. A smile of his own was etched on the sun animatronic's face plate, it always elated him to hear the children laugh.

" 'Peter could be exceedingly polite also, having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies, and he-' "

"M-Mr. Sun…?"

A small voice croaked his name, and a smaller hand rose in his peripherals. He knew the voice, and his eyes fell on one particular child. His jovial smile became one of concern. The child didn't look very well.

"Lily, are you alright?"

The child, Lily, looked up at Sun with watery eyes slightly obscured by her glasses. She was shaking, appeared rather pale, and a hand was gripping at her shirt over her stomach. It was a familiar sight to Sun. As well as the children, as some had warily begun scooting away from her.

"I…h-have to go…"

Sun knew what that meant and he nodded. Tucking a bookmark in between the pages, he sat the book in his chair and carefully scooped Lily into his arms. "The reading circle will continue in just a moment, Sunbeams! We will be back very soon! Gavin, please make sure the little ones behave," he instructed one of the older kids as he was already on his way to the library's bathroom, hurrying inside.

He knelt with her in front of one of the stalls, removing her glasses and tucking them over the collar of his sweater, then he brushed back her black hair for him to hold. With his other hand, he rubbed Lily's back as she began to cough and retch into the toilet. He gave her a sympathetic look.

"There there, Sunbeam. Get it all out," he gently instructed the poor girl. He had done this a few times with her in the past. The poor thing was prone to sickness due to a heightened sense of anxiety, least that's what Lily's mother told him over the phone the first time it happened. Fortunately, Sun was unbothered by such predicaments. He was used to dealing with ill children.

When Lily had finished, he moved to the wall and let her sit in his lap. He returned her glasses to her, then reached into his pocket and gave her an apple juice box he grabbed before coming here. She sipped it while he continued rubbing her back. "Are you starting to feel better, Lily?" he asked, soft enough that his voice didn't echo.

Lily rubbed at her eyes and nodded with a sniffle, but that didn't stop her from crying. When asked what was the matter, she hiccupped, "I-I feel bad, f-for making you always stop story time…! I-I don't mean to…I'm sorry, M-Mr. Sun…!"

"Aww, Sunbeam…" Sun pulled her into another gentle hug, a hand going in circles on her back. "There is nothing for you to be sorry for. I am not at all upset, sweetie. Only worried. I know you can't help this. Just take a breath. Everything's alright." Sun held Lily close as she buried her face into his sweater, shaking a little less. The small girl sniffled, letting out a shaky breath. She adjusted her head in an odd manner, almost like she was…nuzzling him. He continued rubbing her back as the smallest sob escaped her.

"…I wish you were my mom…"

His hand froze in place.

Sun went completely still. His smile fell entirely, his eyes trained on nothing. It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. He heard it. In that moment, he looked back. Every time he saw Lily and her mother together. She ran when dropped off, and walked when being picked up. She never willingly held her mother's hand. The rare times Lily would glance back at him. The look on her face…

"What was that, Sunbeam?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Lily flinched a little in his arms, keeping her face buried. She let go of him, rubbing at her face. "N-Nothing," she answered meekly.

"Oh, alright then." He forced down his building anger. 'Later', he told himself, and he stood up, placing Lily on the ground. "Now, how are you feeling? Are you ready to go back to the circle?" Thinking for a moment, Lily eventually gave him a shy nod. He smiled warmly. "Wonderful! Let's hurry off to Neverland, shall we?" He lightly booped her on the nose, glad to see it warrant him a giggle out of her.

Holding her hand, he walked out of the bathroom towards the reading circle. Though outwardly cheery as he greeted the little ones and resumed reading, that sting still lingered at the base of his chest. Silently, he sent a message.

"Moon."

"Yeah."

"Jackie Langman."

"Lily's mother?"

"…"

"…I'll look into her."

"Thank you."

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Moon sat on the edge of the pier, his legs crossed. The tide was high, and he didn't want his uniform getting wet. He stared out at the empty, moonlit horizon of the bay. No boats were out at this hour, everyone had already docked in for the day. It was a quiet place, free of prying eyes and cameras. No motor engines disturbed the night's peace, leaving only the sound of the wind and the waves…

And the approaching footsteps behind him.

Moon didn't need to turn around to know who was walking down the pier. Before long, Sun joined him in sitting, placing himself at Moon's left. Seeing the high-rising water, he crossed his legs, too. Sun hung his head low, heterochromatic eyes shining back at him in his reflection as his hands rested on the pier's edge.

"…What did you find?" he asked.

Moon glanced at Sun briefly from the corner of his eyes. He could sense something looming in his twin's tone. He looked back out to the horizon with a sigh. Right. Cut to the chase, then.

"Jackie Langman. Single mother, divorced her husband--Lily's father--when Lily was only 3. Began shooting narcotics around that time. Reports from neighbors claim to have heard shouting from inside their home and things being broken. Police could never find anything. Jackie claims to have gone to rehab for her drug use, but there are no records indicating she ever went."

Moon heard the sound of wood creaking on his left and glanced to Sun, whose shoulders were tense. His hands gripped the wood, causing it to begin splintering. His rays rattled like a snake's tail. Moon let out another small sigh. "Sun-"

"Why didn't I see it sooner…?" Sun interrupted. His brows were tightly knit, teeth gritted together. His colored pupils had shrunken a little. "Three months…Lily's been part of the reading circle for three months. They were there…The signs were all there, and I didn't see it."

"Sun, you can't burden this on yourself," Moon told him calmly.

"Do you know what she said to me earlier?" Sun continued, like Moon hadn't said anything. "In the bathroom, as I held her. She told me, 'I wish you were my mom'." Moon's eyes widened slightly, hearing this. Sun smiled, but it was full of bitterness and self-disgust. "That was when I realized. Only then did I…" An inhale rattled in his chest, clearly fighting to keep himself composed. “I hate that I had to pretend to not hear what she said…”

Moon remained silent for a moment, allowing Sun the chance to collect himself. "Sun. As much as you hate it, we can’t let anything rouse suspicion. Especially from the kids. But don’t worry. What matters is that we know, now. And we can do something about it. I've already looked at potential guardians. Her dad is just as crooked as Jackie, so he's a no-go. Lily has an aunt up in Milwaukee; she seems pretty clean, and it looks like she's tried to fight for custody over Lily in the past."

"We need to act now." Moon blinked, confused by Sun's sudden declaration. "Whatever we do, we need to do it now."

"Sun, hold your horses. We still need to find a way of getting to Jackie, and make sure Lily is out of the way," Moon explained. "I understand your anger, but we can't jump into this-"

"And why not?!" Sun's voice cracked as it rose. The wood under his hand cracked as well, his face plate twisted with rage, as well as fear, colored pupils now rattling pinpricks. "We can't sit and plan and wait too long about this, Moon! We just can't! We need to act now, before it's t-too late…!" His voice wavered, and his eyes flickered before squeezing shut. Sun's breath shuddered as he tried to control it, like he was fighting to keep himself from crying. "I-It can't happen again…"

Moon waited once again, giving Sun a needed moment. Then he reached and placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Sun. Look at me." He instructed softly. Sun did so, his optics shining. Moon gave him a gentle, but firm look. "It won't be like how it was with her. We won't let that happen. I promise you."

Slowly, Sun managed to calm himself down. He took a breath and thumbed away the oil tears in his eyes. Once composed, he gave Moon a faint smile. "Thank you, brother…"

Moon returned that smile to Sun, lightly patting him on the back. Then he stood up, stretched his arms over his head, and offered a hand to Sun. "Shall we get to work?"

The other animatronic accepted the hand and was pulled to his feet. Sun gave a firm nod, walking with Moon back down the pier. "Let's do it." He would save Lily, no matter what it took.

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