#peter pan ouat x reader

[evilbirdy]

idk how this works but can i request a touch starved pan x reader? yk something wholesome and maybe a little angsty? <3

it’s a bad habit

now playing- bad habit by steve lacy

Peter Pan x fem!modern!reader

warnings: cursing, slight OOC Pan, Lost Girls exist in this universe, slight angst. Spoilers for season 3(even though it been out for like YEARS but can’t be too careful)

just letting yall know being touch starved is a versatile feeling, so please understand that I written this with kinda what I do as someone who is easily touch starved, I tried to write this as close to Pan’s character as I could but I hope you enjoy.

When you have first arrived in Neverland, you have never thought you would end up with Peter Pan himself as your boyfriend well technically husband. You have grown up having a huge crush on the cartoon version of him, announcing that he will be yours one day. Everyone thought it was 8 year old you having a silly girl crush. If you know your manifestation skills were that good, you would have gone for getting straight A’s or something.

The way Pan has acted with you when you guys first met, you were skeptical about his proposal to be your boyfriend. He proved you wrong though, he was protective, funny, and veryyyy cuddly. You would think this man is opposed to PDA. He loves it, the mention of cuddles makes him go crazy inside.

It doesn’t help for him that you are so beautiful, so smart, so kind but not afraid to stand your ground. He is sure that he hasn’t even felt this way with his ex wife. He hates himself for it, he hates feeling this vulnerable and needy, the way he was raised gave him the idea that he can’t feel this way but he doesn’t care because it’s you.

You were cooking dinner for the lost kids in the cooking tent when you felt arms slide across your waist and pulling you into a familiar chest.

“Hello Petey,” you giggled at the groan in disgust, he doesn’t love that name but you are the only one he will let say it. You reach your hand up, combing your fingers through his hair as he buries his face in your neck.

“Evening love, I missed you,” he picked his head up to give you a quick kiss on the cheek and then laying his head back down.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you moved the cooked food into a HUGE bowl.

“Missed me? You saw me this morning, and this afternoon after lunch…AND literally ten minutes ago,” you turned to look at him and he pulls away. He sighed, scratching behind his ear before running it through his hair.

“Yes I know but I….you know what, don’t worry about that,” he waved off. You tilted your head and got closer to him, you placed your hand on his forearm.

“Baby…..are you alright,” he shivered then leaned forward to kiss you deeply. Your lips were so warm and soft. You giggled into the kiss and you pulled away, you trace his lip with your thumb.

“I’m amazing, love. Just..I just need you,” He keeps his hold on you, worried that you will disappear right in front of him.

“Well let me go serve these kids and I’ll be alll yours,” You take the bowl and bring it outside, having him follow behind like a puppy.

After dinner, you and Peter were cuddling, he had a hand under your shirt and on your back. His dream was not normal.

He was alone in the forest, you were nowhere to be found

“PETER”

He ran, chasing your screams. The screams getting farther and farther.

“(YOUR NAME), (YOUR NAME) WHERE ARE YOU,” He found trail of blood, knowing it was most likely yours.

He ran and ran until your screams fell silent.

His body jerked up, he reached for you but you weren’t there, he panicked. He felt angry, he picked up a bottle and threw it, which alarmed you and you ran in from the bathroom.

“Baby!!What the- what’s wrong?!?” you rushed to pick up the glass shards, checking him for injuries. You urgently looked at his arms and abdomen hoping that glass didn’t fall on him.

“Where-where you you,” he pulled you into him and held you. He was shaking , but he got you in his hold.

“I was in the bathroom, I was only gone for a second. You were sleeping peacefully or at least I thought you were. I didn’t want to wake up. I’m sorry,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I-I had a nightmare,” he mumbled softly.

You brought him to the bed, softly kissing his cheek, his face resting in your hands. You caressed his face and kissed his nose.

“Awww poor baby,” you cooed, pinching his hand. He rolled his eyes and pushed you jokingly.

“Must you beat a man while he is already wounded,” He sighed, you leaned forward, your whole body on his.

“It just means you care, honey. Come on, let’s go back to sleep, I’ll be right here and I promise I’m going anywhere,” you said. He held you close, scared to even sleep. Eventually, your soft snores lulled him to sleep.

[dovesdreaming]

Tides of jealousy

Summary: Peter Pan and the reader have always understood each other but when Wendy Darling arrives on Neverland, bringing her own spark and spirit, Pan finds himself questioning the one thing he thought he had a firm grip on: your heart. (Readers bi and pan gets jealous)

Requested

Masterlist

Neverland was Peter Pan’s domain, a place where he controlled the rules, and everyone answered to him. Every Lost Boy followed his lead, every creature in the forest feared his shadow. And then there was you his equal, his confidant, his partner in crime and affection. Your presence had always kept Pan grounded, the thrill of your shared chaos as intoxicating as it was comforting. Yet there was a part of you that still held onto the world beyond Neverland, a curiosity that Peter both loved and feared. It was that curiosity that had drawn you to Wendy Darling.

She had been brought to Neverland as a bargaining chip, a pawn for Pan’s games. But Wendy was no ordinary pawn; she was clever and compassionate, and it didn’t take long for her to see through Pan’s manipulations. What he hadn’t expected was how quickly she found a place among the Lost Boys, and beside you.

Peter had noticed it from the start: the way your laughter rang louder when Wendy was near, the shared glances, the whispered conversations. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more. The way you seemed to gravitate toward Wendy or the way Wendy looked at you with wide-eyed admiration.

Peters jealousy was at an all time high when the three of you sat around the fire one night, the Lost Boys already dispersed into their huts or fallen asleep on the ground. Wendy sat beside you, her knees pulled to her chest, her face lit warmly by the firelight. Pan leaned back, arms crossed, watching the two of you closely. Wendy’s voice was soft but animated. “I just... I didn’t think Neverland would be like this. There’s so much more life here than I imagined”.

“Life and danger” Pan remarked, his voice more clipped than intended. You nudged him playfully, a gesture that usually softened his mood, but tonight it barely dented the tension knotting his chest.

“It’s both” you agreed with Wendy, your smile warm and genuine. “That’s why it’s amazing”. Wendy’s eyes lingered on you, and Peter saw the glimmer of admiration there. Or was it something more? His fingers dug into his arms, his jaw tightening.

“I could stay here forever” Wendy said quietly, looking at you rather than the island.

The air felt heavy. Peter’s smile faltered, sharpness glinting in his eyes. “Forever’s a long time, Darling. Especially here”. Wendy’s gaze flicked to Pan’s, startled by his tone. She shifted slightly, her shoulders stiffening. You shot Pan a pointed look, a silent reprimand that only stoked the frustration twisting inside him.

Over the next few days, Pan’s unease grew. He saw it in every interaction, Wendy’s shy smile when you taught her how to shoot an arrow, the way you leaned in close to show her how to set a snare, the way you brushed dirt from her cheek with a tenderness that twisted in his gut. When Wendy began to spend more time with the Lost Boys, Pan thought maybe things would return to normal. Instead, you drifted with her, laughing as you showed her around Neverland, while Peter watched from the shadows.

One evening, he found you both by the lagoon, your heads bent close together as you whispered and giggled. The sound dug into him, sharper than a blade. He approached, his presence breaking the moment. Wendy looked up first, her face bright with excitement.

“Peter! We were just talking about exploring the caves tomorrow. Y/N says they’re incredible”. Peter’s eyes flicked to you, but your expression was unreadable. The uncertainty made his throat tight.

“Funny,” he drawled, forcing a smirk. “I thought the caves were our thing, love”.

You stiffened slightly, catching the edge in his voice. “They still are, Pan. We were just talking”.

“Just talking” he echoed, the forced grin not reaching his eyes. “Right”.

Wendy glanced between the two of you, the atmosphere now heavy and uncomfortable. She shifted awkwardly. “Maybe... maybe I should head back”.

“No” you interjected, your gaze locking with Pan’s. “It’s fine, Wendy”. But she was already retreating, her smile awkward and apologetic. Pan watched her go, his chest aching with something ugly and unfamiliar. When you turned to him, your expression was caught between irritation and confusion.

“What is wrong with you?” you demanded.

“What’s wrong with me?” Peter’s voice was sharper than intended. “Maybe I should be asking what’s going on with you and Wendy”.

You blinked, the accusation hanging heavy between you. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on” Pan snapped. “The way she looks at you, the way you look at her. I’m not blind”.

Realization dawned in your eyes, and you scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. “Are you actually jealous right now?” Pan’s mouth opened, but no words came out. The accusation felt too close, too raw. “Wendy and I are friends” you said firmly. “That’s it”.

“But what if it wasn’t?” The question slipped out, a crack in his defenses. “What if she wanted more? What if you did?”

Your eyes softened, the sharpness of your expression fading. “Peter... I'm with you. I love you. And, yes, I'm bi, but that doesn't mean I want everyone who’s kind to me. It doesn’t change what I feel for you”.

The knot in Pan’s chest began to loosen, replaced by a guilty, aching relief. “I just... I see the way she looks at you, and I thought...”

“I care about Wendy” you admitted gently. “She’s amazing. But she’s not you. She doesn’t know me like you do”.

Peter’s gaze fell, the weight of his fear laid bare. “I thought maybe you’d realized I wasn’t enough. That someone else could give you more”.

You stepped closer, reaching out to touch his face, tilting his chin up until his eyes met yours. “No one could ever be you, Peter. No one else could ever matter like you do”. For a moment, the tension hung between you, a fragile, vulnerable thing. Then Pan leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath shaky but steadying.

“Sorry I got jealous” he muttered looking at the ground.

You laughed softly, your thumb brushing his cheek. “I forgive you, Pan. Just... trust me, okay?” And for the first time in a long while, Pan let himself do just that.

[phaticserpent]

what would ouat pan do if his s/o got pregnant accidentally?

!! Oooo! How interesting :]

Warning: accidental pregnancy, fluff

"What?"

You pursed your lips, avoiding his gaze as you broke the news. "I'm pregnant....."

"....How do you know? I mean....fuck." You could see out of your peripheral vision of him running a hand through his hair. "Please look at me....."

You did. His eyes searched yours, his eyebrows furrowed slightly from the tension and focus. But he didn't look mad or anything, just mildly stressed. You thought you could see the grey hairs already forming..... "I've been keeping track of my cycle. I know. No time or calendars, but it follows a lunar cycle. I've missed my period, and I got morning sickness a couple cycles ago."

He didn't say anything, not for a while. You knew he wasn't really up for it, the two of you talked in the early stages of the relationship. You had your doubts of carrying a pregnancy, but your opinion changed when you really fell for him. Yeah, a little weird. You'd never thought you would think something like that up until a couple of years ago.

"If you....if you want to banish me, you can. I know.....you don't want any children." You sighed softly, dropping your gaze. That's when you snapped him out of his thoughts, his eyebrow immediately shooting up.

"No....no, I'm not going to banish you." Pan sighed. "I just.....need a moment to think. You're not going anywhere and I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to. But....let me think about it."

You were surprised, thoroughly surprised. You glanced up at him, shocked. Was this the Peter Pan speaking? Slightly, you cracked a grin. "Hey, what did you do to my Peter?"

He just chuckled, his hands reaching for you. "Well now, I'm still the Peter that loves you. That much is clear, right?" He gave you a teasing look, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just working through the scenario of raising a little one here, it'll be dangerous, but if you stick around....I won't be against having them."

"Really?" You peered at him, studying his face as he rolled his eyes playfully.

"Yes, really." He gently took your hand and slowly guided you through the forest. "Now, how many weeks or months are you? Jeez, I always forget the right words....."

"You sound like an old man."

"Ha ha."

Heh, little pun there......(this is definitely a little ooc Pan but uh, let a person dream LMAO)

[silentstyx]

can you write another pan x reader? i loved the other one!! how about something like pan tries to make the reader jealous by bringing wendy to neverland but instead wendy and the reader become friends? i feel like that’d be fun (and kinda subversive uwu) <3

not the reaction i was expecting ...

yes. he calls you sweet thing. also i luv this rec sm its so adorbs i luv it <3. also this is less hc's and more just a long blurb cut up.

tw: nothing rly pans just an ass.

well, he's just an ass. we been knew this girl. he just wants to piss you off so he's able to tease ya about it later boo.

"damn, sweet thing. didn't know you liked me that much?"

so he KNEW this plan would work. (thought).

he's been talking about Wendy all the time. how he's so excited for you to meet her. and, yeah, you were annoyed. one - he was constantly saying the same thing over and over again! two - he was talking about some girl over and over again.

so she finally gets to neverland. then you two like stop being around each other as much. again, annoyed.

so you walk away to blow off some steam. thats when you see her, trapped in a cage, no where near Pan!

lying bastard.

you let her out of the cage, introducing yourself.

"hey, I'm [insert readers name]. sorry we have to meet like this, it's so messy and weird." you say.

she introduces herself, "Wendy Darling. and yes, it's very 'messy' as you put it..."

you two talked more and more and hit it off.

you learned she was really sweet and she learned that you don't want to kidnap her and keep her in cage!

you guys were super close, seeing as how you were the only women on the island. you were able to do, somewhat, girly stuff together.

you get Pan to snag stuff for you everytime he brings a new kid. e.g. nail polish, certain makeup, certain clothes, skincare, haircare, snacks, etc.

so you brought Wendy back and you both had a girls day! you completely glammed out. the outfits, skincare masks, hair masks, the makeup after the masks, the whole shabang.

well. you expected it. when you guys were laughing and giggling in yours and Pete's shared tent, Pan heard you.

he came in and saw you two together.

"uhm, hey sweet thing. what- uh, what's happening here?" he said with a nervous smile.

you turn around to face him, big smile on your face, "i met her like you wanted me to! you're right, she's super sweet and pretty. we've had a girls day all day!"

you and her both laughed, not really knowing why but something in your connected minds was humorous right now.

Pan himself let out a nervous laugh, "well this was... not the reaction i was expecting ... "

©️ silentstyx please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work with out my permission. thank you!

[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

[randominagines]

Y/n: Peter, let me go keep an eye on the pirates.

Peter: No way, it's dangerous.

Y/n: I can handle the situation.

Peter: I know, it's just... I need you here at the camp.

Y/n: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're worried about me.

Peter: Pff, you flatter yourself, Pet.

Y/n: Okay, then let me go. I can fight and I will in case it will be necessary.

Peter: Goddamn, you're such a pain in the ass. I'm coming with you, then.

Y/n: I flatter myself, uhm? *smirking at him*

Peter: *rolling his eyes with a smile* Let's go, Pet.

[eleonoraalbright]

An Ill-Timed Confession Part 2

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader (kinda)

Summary: Peter Pan is loose in Storybrooke with revengeful schemes. Fortunately for you, the heroes and villains have a plan to stop him.

Other Parts: Part 1 _ Part 3

A/N: Thank you for the kind comments left on An Ill-Timed Confession Part 1! They really motivated me to write a second part.

Careful not to trip over any headstones, you paced the forest’s floor in a restless manner. A few yards away Mr. Gold stretched out a hand, attempting to undo the magical wards Regina had placed around her vault. Bell was behind him offering silent encouragement for his swift success.

Tinkerbell, Baelfire, and Captain Hook stood off to one side; their faces betraying various degrees of distrust and doubt. Mary Margret, David, and Emma were in a separate group, talking in hushed voices. They seemed to be having an argument.

That left you and Henry alone. You stole a glance towards the boy who was still trapped in Pan’s body. For the hundredth time that day, you cursed yourself and your big mouth. Speech is silver, but silence is golden.

Oh, how you wished you had remembered that saying when accidentally telling Pan that he was hot. Why did you have this knack for getting yourself into these almost laughable scenarios? At least, it would have been laughable if you weren’t the person in it. Right now, the set of circumstances was terrifying.

At any moment, Pan could command his shadow to rip your own shadow from you, or worse abduct you. And what would happen then? You would be at his mercy until the others managed to switch Henry and Pan to their rightful bodies. If they ever did.

You knew from Henry’s storybook and real-life experiences that good somehow always did triumph in the end, but that didn’t mean there weren’t any casualties. What if this was the one time you didn’t make it to see the light of day?

Henry noticed you staring at him and raised an eyebrow in question, which sent another ripple of unease down your spine. Gods above and below, he was attractive when he did that.

In truth he was attractive all the time, but that cute little eyebrow quirk made your heart do a flip. You had to remind yourself that he wasn’t Pan, he was Henry who was your dearest and closest friend for many years and someone you didn’t feel for in that way.

And even if he was Peter Pan, he would want to inflict such torment on everyone here in the graveyard that they would beg for death’s sweet release to escape him.

Peter Pan should not be the type of person who turned your insides into mush, your legs to jelly, made your heart beat faster and faster until it would burst from your chest leaving a bloody and gaping wound behind, and grant the death you craved for so you would not have to face the consequences of admitting to Pan himself that he was blessed genetically!

“Can you stop looking at me like that?” Henry’s words broke you out of your wild and frenzied thoughts. He shifted his weight to his other foot, avoiding your gaze and went on, “Like you want to kiss or stab me. Or both. It’s pretty weird.”

Hoping against all hope that you weren’t blushing, you let out a big sigh and dragged a hand down your face. You had to get these turbulent feelings under control for Henry’s sake. Being stuck in his great-grandfather’s body with his friend ogling him must have been a nightmare.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just have a lot of thoughts running through my mind and–” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “I don’t think we’ll win this time.”

He was startled at your blunt statement. “What? Of course we will. We have to. All we have to do is get me in my body and Pan in his body. Then we’ll imprison him and we’ll win.”

You snorted at your friend’s naiveté. You were sure that Mr. Gold had something more in mind than imprisonment for his father. The Pied Piper clearly couldn’t be stopped by simple incarceration; he had thousands of tricks up his sleeve to free himself.

Pan needed to die. As tasteless as killing was, what other option was there? You tried to cast away your misgivings about the possibility of overcoming Pan. You had to believe that victory and survival would be on your side, which was easier said than done.

“I’m afraid that Pan will put us all through the nine circles of hell. And I-I can’t go through that again.” Tears blurred your vision and your knees wobbled so bad that Henry had to help you stand up right as unbidden memories leaped into your mind about your hellish existence in a life lived long ago.

“It’ll be okay. My mom will save us. She’s the savior, it's kinda her thing.” Henry knew about your past. He read the story in his book, but that didn’t mean he would fully understand the terrors you had endured or why everything seemed so hopeless. You heard a sudden whoosh and saw the vault’s door creak open.

“Shall we?” Mr. Gold marched into the gloomy interior.

Emma, Mary Margret, David, Tinkerbell, Baelfire, Bell, and Captain Hook followed him. Emma ordered, “Wait here until we know the coast is clear.”

Normally you wouldn’t obey and would rush head first into danger, but a moment was needed to calm your addled mind. Besides, if Pan was in there, you weren’t too eager to see him. You took hold of your senses and forced air up your nose and out your mouth. This wasn’t the time to have a breakdown.

You needed to be composed for Henry's sake, even with his newly acquired height, he looked up to you for how to react to the ongoing madness in Storybrooke. Well, he used to, maybe that changed in the last twenty-four hours with you acting like a twitterpated school girl.

You heard Emma yell, “We’re clear down here!”

You and Henry raced downstairs to see the group clustered around Regina. The mayor was disoriented and brushing invisible flecks of dust off her pants. She was in the middle of saying, “–missed all the signs. I just wanted to believe he still needed me to be his mother.”

Without missing a beat, the boy next to you soothed her fear. “I still do.”

Regina gasped, “Henry?” She tilted her head in bewilderment and narrowed her eyes, not convinced he was her son.

He walked over and threw his arms around her. It was a touching scene to witness. Too bad you didn’t have a camera; it would be hilarious to have a picture of the former Evil Queen sharing an embrace with the Pied Piper.

Meanwhile, David asked a very pertinent question. “So what exactly did Pan come down here to get?” Mr. Gold raised his hand over an empty box before jerking it back, a frown fixed on his features. “What?”

A hint of exasperation leaked into the older man’s voice as he said, “Please tell me you didn’t keep it down here.”

Regina appeared to be almost contrite and she shrugged her shoulders. “Where else would I keep it?”

For a moment you thought Mr. Gold would strangle Regina with her own scarf or beat her with his cane. To what thing were they referring? You broke the heavy silence. “What is it? What did Pan take?”

Henry's grandfather answered, “He took the curse that brought everyone from the Enchanted Forest to Storybrooke.”

You sat down next to Henry with an arm thrown around his shoulders. He was nervous, fiddling in his seat. You couldn’t blame him; this was a high stakes situation.

When Mr. Gold used the black fairy’s wand to place him back in his proper body, Henry would have to find his family and give Regina the scroll so she could destroy it before the curse transformed Storybrooke into the New Neverland and made everyone in town Pan’s slaves.

Worried for his well-being, Emma asked her son, “You doing okay, kid?”

“Yeah, I’m just ready to be me again.”

“Not much longer now, Henry. Not much longer.” Mr. Gold flipped through his spell book. “Once we have the wand, all will be as it should.”

“And then you can help your mom save the day,” you added with a smile. It was your turn to provide reassurance whether or not you actually had confidence in this plan. No, no, that wasn’t right. You had to have hope that this would work out.

You would imitate Mary Margret and fully accept that a happy ending was in the future. “And when this blows over, we can have another party at Granny’s. Hopefully with more cake than last time because the sisters really plowed through them.”

Henry liked your suggestion. “That’d be nice. And maybe I don't have to have a bedtime either?”

Regina vetoed the idea. “Absolutely not, young man. You need your sleep, especially after all of this.”

The sound of footsteps stopped a discussion of the correct amount of sleep for a boy Henry’s age. David walked into the room with the rest of the gang behind him. “She’s back. The Blue Fairy. She gave us the wand.”

You exclaimed, “That’s great! Do we need anything else?”

“Only one more item.” Mr. Gold crossed to a cupboard and retrieved a black cuff and explained, when Snow inquired, that it would render anyone with magic utterly powerless.

Regina snapped at Hook, “I haven’t forgotten about all that, by the way.”

“May I see your wrist, Henry?” Ignoring her comment, he placed the cuff on his grandson. “I want to make sure that when my dear old dad awakes, that he’s weakened. This will block his powers. Now I enact the spell, you fall into a deep sleep and when you awake, you’re back in your own body.”

Regina told him, “And then you hang on to that scroll and you come find us as fast as you can.”

Henry contemplated their words then scoffed, “When I gave my heart to Pan, I thought I was being a hero… I'm sorry.”

You patted him on the back. David was about to speak, but you spoke first. “It was stupid thing to do, but it’s not like anyone here hasn’t done anything that stupid too.” You didn’t pay attention to the glares a few select people sent your way, and instead focused on Henry’s laugh.

Mr. Gold said it was time and you stood up as Henry laid back on the divan, apprehensive of what was to come soon. Everyone retreated a couple of steps back and watched the process. Mr. Gold tapped the wand on his forehead and, after a blinding flash of light, Pan’s body started violently convulsing.

“What’s happening?” Emma shared a concerned look with Baelfire.

“Henry’s spirit is leaving Pan’s body.”

You hoped Pan wasn’t anywhere near concrete. If Henry’s body dropped to the ground and hit his head, he was going to wake up with a bad ache. He stopped shaking and remained still.  “It worked!”

You were delighted the spell had been fortunate, however, some part of you was a tad sad. You wouldn’t be able to squish his cheeks again. You could try, but Pan would most likely chop your hands off for such an affront. No matter, there were more important things to do.

“Let’s go find our son.” Emma darted out of the shop with everyone except Mr. Gold and Pan accompanying her. “Where would he be?”

You proposed, “Let’s get Ruby or Granny! They’ll be able to track his smell!” Emma agreed with you and went to the diner to enlist Granny’s keen nose for the job. The elderly woman sniffed the air and it didn’t take long for her to pick up his scent. You ran down the street toward the clock tower and were overjoyed when you saw Henry—in his own body—run out of the library doors.

“It’s me! It’s me! It worked!” Both of his mothers enveloped him in a big hug. “Mom, Mom. I just saw you guys. You guys just saw me.”

 “But we didn’t see you.” Regina cupped his chin.

“And trust me that makes a real difference!” You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed him tight, glad that Henry returned to his rightful body.

“Oh, he’s got it,” Emma said as her son gave her the scroll. She passed it to Regina. “It’s up to you now.”

The mayor hadn’t held the scroll for even five seconds when a bright flash of purple light illuminated from it and she passed out cold. “Regina! Regina!” You, Henry, Emma and Baelfire crouched next to her.

Dammit, with Regina unconscious, who could undo Pan’s curse? There couldn’t be that much time left. Emma continued to call Regina’s name and shake her. Gasping, Regina opened her eyes. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just… I saw what needed to be done.”

“Mom, are you gonna be okay?”

You had a gut feeling that she wasn’t. As you suspected, she side-stepped his concern. “The important thing is you will be.”

The scroll vanished from Regina’s grasp. “No, he won’t.”

Your stomach dropped when you heard the dreaded voice. Your head whipped backwards to see Pan walking towards the group. Everyone backed up several paces. You shouted, “Watch out! He has the–”

You were cut short as an eerie red glow alighted over your and everybody else's bodies. It was as if molasses had coated your entire person, slowing down your movements until it hardened. The enchantment froze every single one of your limbs; it was difficult even to breathe.

Beaming from ear-to-ear, Pan finished your sentence. “Curse.  How observant that I do. Look at you all. A captive audience.” He took his time inspecting each and everyone of you. His gaze lingered on you last. “I could play with you like a pack of dolls, couldn’t I? You’d like that, wouldn't you?”

He pointed an accusing finger in your direction. He came closer and whispered, “I have a special treat for you for that wonderful but woefully timed statement you confessed to me. It was delightful to know the peculiar effect I have on you.”

You were grateful that your features were frozen to hide the terror swirling and building up inside you. Had you the ability to move, the road would have been sprayed with your vomit. Relief overtook you when Mr. Gold hobbled up to his father and gripped his shoulder. Rumplestiltskin could save everyone right? He growled, “Stay away from them.”

Pan performed the same freezing spell on his son. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you haven't learned your lesson, have you Rumple? You should’ve stayed where you were, cowering, but I suppose you wanted a front row seat when my little curse descends upon your woved ones. Glutton for punishment, aren’t you? Don’t worry. They’ll be more of that. For all of you.” Pan disappeared without a trace and you were released from his spell.

You collapsed to the ground in a heap. Your fingernails dug into the cracked pavement. Everything was numb. Around you the others were talking in frantic voices, trying to figure out a way to thwart Pan’s plan, to find a miracle to save the day.

Someone was crying out that the curse was here. In the distance, getting closer and closer, you saw the green smoke that signified the town’s demise. You failed. 

Nothing could be done about that. You would forget your memories, forget your family and friends, forget who you were and become Pan’s plaything.

The thick smoke obscured your surroundings and filled your lungs. Your brain was getting foggy; it was too exhausting to think. You should sleep. One final thought echoed through your mind—Peter Pan won.

[yourbiggestcrybaby]

Run Away (Part One)

Peter Pan (OUAT) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of human sacrifice, manipulation, predator and prey situation, kidnapping

You wake up in a completely new land in a cabin. A boy who calls himself ‘Pan’ explains that you are the key to saving Neverland. What he doesn’t tell you is that this must be done through your sacrifice. When you find out about this you run away deep into the woods, but you don’t know your way, and Pan will stop at nothing to find you

You wake with a start, a sharp ache pounding through your head. When you open your eyes, you’re met with dim, golden light flickering against the walls of a small, rustic cabin. Wooden beams cross above you, and the air smells of moss and pine.

Before you can get your bearings, a voice cuts through the stillness. “Finally awake, are we?”

You turn sharply, heart racing, and there he stands, leaning casually against the doorway. Peter Pan. But not the storybook boy with the cocky grin and playful eyes. This Peter is tall, wiry, and predatory. His eyes are sharp, gleaming in the dim light with a look that feels as unsettling as it is curious.

“Who—where am I?” you manage to stammer, scooting back until your spine hits the wall.

Peter steps forward, his expression softening to a playful smirk as he watches you squirm. “Welcome to my land. You’re in the heart of Neverland now, right where you belong.” He glances around the cabin, as if making sure you’ve taken in every detail of your surroundings, every dead-end escape.

“Why did you bring me here?” you ask, your voice trembling.

He lets out a low chuckle and crouches down in front of you, his gaze piercing into yours. “Because, darling, you’re special.” The words roll off his tongue like a dark promise. “You’re the key to saving this island. You’re here because I need you. And you…” His eyes narrow, his tone dipping into something almost reverent. “You’re going to help me.”

“Save it? How?” Your confusion is thick, tangled with the budding fear in your chest.

His lips curve into a smile, a look so knowing it makes your blood run cold. “Do you believe in prophecies?” he asks. “Destiny?”

You shake your head, searching for something in his expression, some flicker of mercy, of reason. But his face remains unreadable, a mask of determination and something darker, something hungry.

“Neverland is in danger,” he says, each word careful and deliberate. “The magic that lives in this place—my place—is dying. And without it…” He shrugs, his gaze never leaving yours. “Everything disappears.”

His words weigh heavily in the quiet, like something inevitable, something final. You feel his intensity settle around you, wrapping you in its terrifying warmth. You try to find words, a question, a refusal, but his gaze is magnetic, pulling you in, making you agree to help a stranger in a land you have never heard of.

“So… what do you need me to do?” you manage to whisper, though part of you doesn’t want to know the answer.

Peter’s smile widens, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. “All you have to do is trust me,” he whispers, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering longer than necessary. “Stay close. Follow my instructions. And, together, we’ll save Neverland.”

Something in his voice keeps you from arguing, but as he rises and steps to the cabin door, you feel a prickle of warning crawl up your spine. He pauses before stepping out into the night, looking back with a smirk that’s all shadows. “I won’t be gone long. Don’t wander off.”

He vanishes into the night, leaving you alone in the cabin, his presence lingering like a chill.

You sit in silence, feeling the weight of the room press down on you. But then, as you glance around, you notice something: a small figure slipping quietly through the shadows near the door. One of the Lost Boys, a young boy with wide, anxious eyes and dirty hands clenched tight by his sides.

“Hey,” he whispers, darting forward quickly. “You can’t stay here.”

You stare at him, stunned. “What do you mean?”

“Peter’s going to kill you,” he whispers, eyes darting to the door as if expecting Pan to return at any moment. “The prophecy isn’t about saving Neverland. Not really. It’s about sacrifice.”

The words slice through you, each one sharper than the last. You feel like the air’s been knocked out of you. “But… he said… I’m supposed to help him.”

The boy nods. “Yeah. By dying. He needs someone special to give up everything to save Neverland’s magic. And that’s you.”

Cold realization settles over you, and you feel the sudden urge to run, to escape before he returns. “What do I do?” you whisper to the boy, heart pounding.

“Go. Now. Into the forest. But be quiet.” He glances nervously at the door, and without another word, you slip past him and out into the dark.

The night is thick around you, the towering trees casting long, twisted shadows that stretch across the forest floor. Your long dress snags on branches and roots, tripping you with every few steps. You force yourself up again and again, biting back fear, feeling every second slip through your fingers like grains of sand.

Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice, low and mocking, laced with an edge that sends a chill down your spine. “Oh, running away, are we?”

Pan’s voice echoes through the trees. You freeze, heart hammering in your chest. How did he find you so quickly?

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” His tone is soft, almost amused, as though he’s enjoying the game. “I can feel you out here, you know. Every step, every breath.”

The sound of his footsteps is subtle, barely more than a whisper against the forest floor, and yet it feels like they’re everywhere, drawing closer with each passing second.

Desperation floods your veins as you stumble forward, tearing at the hem of your dress in frustration, feeling the rough fabric catch on every twisted root and thorn. You can hear his footsteps now, drawing closer, an unhurried, rhythmic pace that fills you with dread. He’s taking his time, savoring the chase.

Your foot catches on a root, and you go sprawling forward, landing hard against the ground. Pain shoots through your knees and palms, and you struggle to get up, every muscle trembling. But before you can, he’s there, emerging from the shadows like a predator, eyes gleaming with a dark thrill.

“Didn’t I tell you?” His voice is barely above a whisper, his eyes locked onto yours as he kneels down, one hand reaching out to grip your wrist. “You’re mine.”

You struggle, but his grip is like iron, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you to your feet, holding you close, his face inches from yours.

“There’s no escape from me, love,” he murmurs, his gaze softening into something disturbingly gentle, like he’s savoring the moment, the fear in your eyes, the way your breath catches.

“You lied to me,” you manage to whisper, anger flaring beneath the fear. “You’re going to kill me.”

He lets out a low chuckle, eyes alight with a twisted amusement. “Oh, but I never lied,” he says, his voice soft and almost tender. “I told you you were special. That you were needed. And you are. You’re exactly what Neverland needs.”

You try to pull away, but he tightens his hold, pressing his lips close to your ear. “And if it’s any consolation, I will remember you. I’ll make sure every part of this island remembers what you did for it.”

There’s no kindness in his words, only a dark promise, a thread of power that coils around you, suffocating. He lets out a sigh, almost wistful, and for a fleeting moment, you see a flicker of something softer beneath his mask—a glimmer of sadness, of longing. But it’s gone just as quickly as it came, replaced by that cold, calculating gaze.

He pulls you back through the forest, his grip unyielding, dragging you toward a fate you no longer have any illusions about.

He pulls some sort of bag out of his pocket and places it over your face. Shadows close in, and the last thing you hear is the sound of his voice, murmuring like a lullaby.

“Welcome home.”

[thepiratequeenofneverland]

Y/N daughter of hook: who is that? *pointing to pan.*

Hook: a demon, don’t go near him.

Y/N: *thinking: why he hot though?*

Pan: *reading their mind:they’ll be mine.*

[art4hhart]

୨୧ be cautious part one

— 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚗

contains: angst, comfort, arguing, heavy tension, anxiety, detailed fighting (tw; blood), overprotective pan for context: in this story henry was brought to neverland by pan's shadow, and doesn't have the heart of the truest believer. pan needs his family's help to make a potion, one that will make henry forget—and hate them, making him believe they are the evil ones so he can be a lost boy. pan and you threaten them with henry's life if they don't do what he says (in this story you are kind of evil too, henry or his family doesn't end up being dead, just pretend it's not all of his family coming to get him). during all this you and pan have some issues that need to be fixed when you think he's too protective. // i know it might seem long before pan shows up but trust me, it's worth it // some of the lines i took directly from the episode, i thought that would make it more realistic

part two here!!

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·˚ you moved quickly trough the thick green plants surrounding all around you, passing various plants and seeing a few that looked an awfully lot like dream shade.

to continue, you had to cut them off harshly with the sword in your right hand; the one pan let you borrow only whenever he thought there was great danger on the island. after all, the sword was his.

you let out a grunt of frustration while piercing off the poisonous branches; why was this taking so long? sometimes you wished the island was a little smaller, but that was not something you should be thinking about at this moment.

pan clearly instructed you this morning you had to physically prepare for today. he knew how much of your energy this was gonna take, and you regretted not listening to him. you did in some sort of way execute his order by letting him teach you a bit of his magic, but you now understood that was not enough.

being in a good and strong condition was very required right now.

and it's not like you didn't have enough time to practice today, you had plenty of it. but you were too busy with everyone talking to you about the new kid henry, and since you've been pan's girl for a while you're in charge of a few things.

including this.

"shit." you cursed under your breath, struggling to hold the heavy weapon as you almost dropped it. the indistinct chatter you'd heard for a few minutes now became more intense, obvious arguing.

you turned around to get a quick glimpse trough the bushes, trying to get your messy hair out of your face despite the fact you put it in a bun. while hiding, you managed to perform the magic act pan taught you by moving your fingers around. the three grown women you saw were rapidly pushed against a tree; trying to strangle themselves out of the thick green strings tightening around them.

the blonde one in the middle caught your attention. that must be henry's mother.

obviously pan had told you hours before, he had seen them yesterday and told you everything when you came to his hut last night. you came walking towards them from behind all the plants, and their expressions changed from frustrated to terrified, especially when they saw the sword in your hand.

your steps were slow, only making them more scared as you played with the weapon you were holding.

"who are you...?" the woman with black hair up to her shoulders dared to ask you. her eyes were piercing trough yours, as if trying to find out who you are by looking into them. you ignored her question, taking a step closer to them.

"pan is giving you a choice—"

"you work for pan?" the same woman interrupted you, clearly judging you.

"not exactly." you stated. "—as i was saying, pan is giving you a choice. either you do cooperate with us or you won't see henry ever again."

their eyes flashed with anger towards you, wanting nothing more than to punch you in the face. you were quite aware of it, but even more reason to get nearer. if there was one thing pan taught you, it was to never show any fear.

"we will never work together with any of you." the blonde spoke up hastily, and you noticed that the others immediately agreed with her.

you let out a chuckle. "emma, i'm assuming you want to see your son again?" you tilted your head, stepping closer to her. she looked at you confused mixed with anger, she was probably wondering how you knew her name.

"i'm not stupid, you know." you exclaimed. "pan is not gonna tolerate this. you know how he gets when someone disobeys him."

the bitchy woman on the left tried getting her hands closer to you to nick your sword, but you quickly shifted it away from her, turning it around and pressing it against her throat.

she blinked fast a few times at your sudden movement. "there's no way you've never broken a rule of his." she scoffed, barely impressed by your skills.

"i haven't. considering there aren't that many." you said fierce, pressing the sword harder. "as i said, i'm not stupid enough like you to disobey him."

"but you said he was giving us a choice?" the woman on the right with short hair said irritated. you turned your head around to look at her, a grin planted on your face.

"i know." you shrugged.

"how's that fair?" she stated loudly but you ignored her question.

you scoff, taking one small step back to look at the three women. "if you don't do as i say, i'm afraid he'll have to punish all of you. let's start with your favorite boy." they all looked at you petrified.

"who the hell are you." the woman you still had your sword pressed against gritted trough her teeth at you. you saw how desperate she was for answers, because you knew that when they got trapped against the tree, they expected pan to come out again and threaten them instead of a girl.

"i'm a lost girl, isn't that obvious?" you chuckled, looking right in her eyes to get some reaction out of her. yet, she didn't give any. it was beginning to scare you a bit, who isn't scared when they get a weapon pressed against their throat?

"you're lying. hook told us the lost boys don't have the power to do this, whatever it is you're doing. and he never mentioned any lost girl." emma exclaimed.

"then you can tell him that you know he's been lying to you, if you ever get off the island alive." you bragged. you arched your eyebrows at the blonde, feeling proud of your own words when the woman's foot in front of you touched your tibia harshly and you hissed in pain slightly. you quickly pressed the sword harder against her throat.

"he’s on the island with us, little girl." she proceeded to threaten you.

"i don’t give a shit where that man is, to hell with that pirate. i assume you do know i’m at least a 100 years older than all of you, right? don't underestimate me." you chuckled lowly at her so—called offensive comment. "and you can call me a liar, regina, but i know your past and so does pan. we know more than you all think."

she gasped out a breath at the mention of her own name, but when you pressed the sword harder she reached her hand out forward, and before you could block her magic you were sent flying backwards onto the hard ground.

you groaned as you sat up straight, a stinging and sharp pain rushing from your arm through your body. you looked down; hissing as you realized your sword had sliced the skin when her magic got ahold of you, blood running down your arm from the deep cut it had made. the sword was laying next to you, drops of fresh blood resting on the side.

you looked her dead in the eyes.

"you have no idea how much trouble you're in now, evil queen."

you brought your feet up again, not knowing what your next move would be when again, you got off-guard by regina moving her hand around in the air to aim a fireball directly at you. "regina stop." the short-haired woman demanded her.

little did she know you too had some strong magic in you.

"i told you—" you quickly held up your hand, blocking the fireball and it turning back rapidly towards her own body. "—don't underestimate me." her eyes widened at the sight of you turning her own magic back to her and a grin planted on your face; you already knew she was not expecting this.

"you're only making it worse regina!" emma warned aggressively, reaching her hands out towards her as regina moved her head away, and the fireball blasted with full-speed against the tree, making it vibrate slightly. she gritted trough her teeth, her eyes darkening as you kept that direct and fearless gaze, despite your hurting arm. "we will not let you take henry from us!"

you hastily mocked her with an sinister chuckle as a rustling sound behind the trees all caught your attention, and a low, fierce voice immediately started speaking.

"are you still at it?" you smiled at the sound of his voice. powerful, but soft—spoken whenever you were alone with him.

"don't you know? peter pan never fails." as soon as he looked at you, a smile planted on his face, walking towards you. he looked down, but he noticed his sword was laying on the ground. and that's when he saw the cut on your arm.

he immediately got closer with a raging expression and reached out his hand to heal the wound, swiping it in the air just above the skin. his tall form towered over you and for a moment it felt like it was only you and him standing there.

"you okay?" he asked with concern, looking deeply into your eyes.

"i'm fine, peter." you showed him a smile, a slight blush creeping on your face from the way he stared at you. he looked at your arm again, checking for any more injuries. "you sure?"

"yes." you quickly said back, slightly annoyed. slowly, he turned his body around, his gaze fixated upon the women tied to the tree. his eyes darkened at them, he did not tolerate it if anyone touched his girl.

"you've already disobeyed my rules.." he began explaining. "—but you managed to hurt her..." there was a short silence. "so i have to punish you."

pan picked up his sword from the dirty ground, the same one that sliced your skin and walked right up to them, his expression cold and furious. "she said you gave us a choice." regina snapped angrily. "we have a right to make one."

"oh but you already did." he let out a chuckle as he carefully brought the tip of the weapon under her chin, and she looked more frightened when he threatened her compared to you. "i knew you'd never want to cooperate. but it's not too late to change your mind, you know. if you want to see your boy again, i'm afraid you'll have listen to me." he explained with a noticeable smirk.

"there has to be another way..." emma spoke quietly, still trying to writhe herself out from the plants that strangled her tightly. pan took a few strong steps away from regina, coming to stand next you and face all three of them just like you were.

"yeah, you're not going to get to me. this is the only choice i'm offering you. you'll never see his face again if you disobey." he paced around, waiting for an answer.

"what exactly do you want with us?"

"regina don't—"

pan cut the short-haired woman's sentence off. "—well i'm glad you asked." he faked a smile. "we will need your help for very specific quest." he was always so mysterious, that's what you liked about him. but apparently they didn't, because regina let out a impatient sigh, rolling her eyes at pan.

"but why do you need ours?"

"because you're the only ones that can help us." pan explained quickly.

"they're tricking us, regina." the short-haired woman warned, wringing her hands to try and get herself out from the strong plants.

"it's our only chance!" regina snapped, turning her head around towards her direction, even though they could barely see each other because of the tree they were strangled against.

you took a small step forward with an amusing look. "pan may be evil, but he never breaks his promises." regina let out a disagreeing sigh, but you knew better. you've known him for so long, and never once has he broken a promise. "you will see henry again if you do as we say."

the next few minutes you and pan watched them thoroughly as they practically argued with each other. you enjoyed watching the scene unfold, when pan leaned into your side to whisper something to you. "i knew you could do it, i'm really proud of you." a smile planted on his face while he stared at you. "mhm?" you questioned, not quite understanding as you ignored him. you would be lying if you said you weren't a bit angry at him.

"the magic thing with the tree, that i taught you." he discreetly pointed at the still-arguing women facing both of you, as you turned your head around to look at him. "ohh right." you nodded, not really paying attention when you suddenly got flustered by his green eyes staring into you deeply.

he laughed nervously, immediately thinking he said something wrong because of your dry reaction towards him. "did i say something wrong...?" he asked you, his gaze towards you deepened and you got flustered again, not being able to think what to say back.

"no, i just— i didn't hear—" you looked away from him, trying to stop being so damn nervous around him.

you chuckled. "i mean— your eyes.." you didn't even know why you just said that. your hands started fidgeting and you had already forgotten what was happening at the tree next to you, but the women were still arguing about the situation. they probably didn't even notice what you and pan were doing, they were too busy talking to each other.

"my eyes?" he laughed.

"yeah— they're so green..." you cringed at yourself, even after all these years, he still managed to make you so so nervous. you silently coughed away a nervous chuckle, as you let out a sigh from the heat you were feeling in your whole body.

"you're blushing." he said bluntly.

"i am?" you said awkwardly, when he suddenly lifted your chin and forced you to look into his eyes again.

"you don't have to be so nervous, love. it's just me."

you wanted to actually scream, moments like this made you even fall in love with him more. you couldn't think of a response, so again, you just laughed nervously. "i know." you shifted your face away from him, letting out a obvious sigh.

"you know that—" he began.

"just— let's finish this conversation later, okay? shouldn't you be focusing on them?" you nodded your head towards the three woman you had trapped, cutting his sentence off.

"right." he kept his gaze on you, that grin on his face faded when you basically told him to shut up. but whatever, he knew you were right. you couldn't just make-out or something while they were present right in front of you, even though he so badly wanted to kiss you until your lips were numb.

he turned around, and silence fell when he began speaking.

"having trouble communicating i see? i’d suggest you listen to what we have to say." he paced around, fixing his gaze on particularly regina, because he knew she had more magic than the others. "as you know, there is something i'd like you to do. there is someone i need to destroy, an enemy of mine. someone that could even affect your boy."

he always keeps his promises, but this doesn't mean he never lies.

"we don't—" emma tried to interrupt. she probably though they were gonna have to go after someone.

"will you just listen? or do i have to kill your boy on the spot?" he laughed at them, and their eyes widened.

their anger towards him was so great, and you knew that if they would be able to get out the tightening plants, it wouldn't end well and eventually attack the both of you. but that's not what you were worried about. no, you were worried they'd found out what you were really planning to do before they finish their job.

making henry forget who they are, so he can be a lost boy in peace.

"i just need you to get—" he swiftly put his hand in his vest, revealing a small, wrinkled paper. "these things, so i can start working on a specific drink."

"wait. this could be a trick." mary, the short—haired woman held up her hand.

"and why would i do that? we both benefit something from it." he grinned, stepping closer to show the paper to them. "i know about your superpower, savior. tell me when i'm lying." he looked at her, and she clearly try to focus to see if he's actually telling the truth, furrowing her eyebrows.

"why don't you do it yourself? you know the whole damn island." regina said quickly, her gaze shifted towards the paper that pan was holding up, as well as mary and emma. he laughed at them, and regina quickly snatched pan's list out his hand to look at it carefully.

"oh no, no. that wouldn't be fun now would it?" he continued, and didn't seem to mind that his paper got ripped out his hands. "i don't have time for everything, you see. i'd say you're all smart women, it wouldn’t be difficult for you to get these things. if you want to see henry again, you will have to work for it." he took a step closer to you, away from them to give them time to read the paper.

just as pan turned to you, regina's eyes widened when she saw what was written on the paper; you already knew what she was going to say. "why do you need hair locks from each of us..?" she looked up at pan suspiciously, trying to figure out if he really was telling the truth.

this time you decided to answer them, stepping forward to look them in the eye.

"you're all very brave..." you began. "two of you have strong magical powers, and that will make the tincture more efficient. we realize how much trouble you have gone trough to get to henry, that alone costs a lot of strength. we need your dna to defeat this enemy." you grabbed the sword from the ground, pointing it in their direction.

"but if you refuse, who knows what will happen to henry?" you explained, even though deep down you knew you'd never hurt a child like henry unless refusal.

"just let us out first." regina gritted through her teeth, angrily.

"i'm sorry, am i supposed to be scared of you?" you laughed, lowering the sword. you looked behind you at pan, as he walked towards you. he quickly whispered something that the others couldn't hear, and you nodded.

"alright, we'll let you out."

you gestured your head towards pan, letting him know to be prepared as he returned the same movement to you. the women in front of you looked confused and curious, wanting to know what you just discussed with him.

and just like before in the bushes, you focused your mind and moved your fingers around in the air, as the green vines encircling them very slowly started to disappear. they immediately stepped forward towards you, but you weren't surprised at that.

before emma or regina could use magic on you, pan did the same with his hands, only he waved his hands in some sort of arc through the air. this all went too quick for them, since confusion spread on their face when an entire transparent bubble wrapped around them, preventing them to leave or attack. "what—"

regina was, of course, the first to try using her own magic to break the enclosed space, but she didn't know that whatever she'd try, it will turn back to her, or the others that were standing beside.

pan laughed when she got ready to aim something at the edge. "i wouldn't do that if i were you. in there, all magic will turn itself back to where it comes from." pan explained, as regina's eyes darkened at his smirking face. "unless, you want to get yourself hurt."

"this isn’t fair. you said you’d let us out."

he chuckled. "we did. i'll remove it once you promise to get me what i want."

after a while, you and pan managed to get them to cut each a lock of their own hair, and with some serious threats ("if you try anything, you know who'll get hurt ;)"), he removed the bubble and none of them dared to attack, even though they so badly wanted too. all for the sake of their precious boy.

he put the locks somewhere safe under his vest, and stepped beside you again. he looked them in the eyes, making sure they still weren’t stupid enough to attack.

"i'll need all things from the list i gave you by tomorrow morning. meet us here at eight sharp." he told them, and just when they thought he was done, he continued. "but, only emma can come."

"no—"

pan immediately tilted his head as a warning, they knew better than to disagree with him. "only. emma." he repeated slowly, to make sure they knew not to go against his statement. he folded his arms as a sign of dominance, a chuckle escaping his mouth, one that made your stomach flutter.

"good, don't be late." he said at last, waving his hand in the direction they needed to go before you and him watched the women carefully walk away farther into the island, scared that even their steps were a threat to him.

you let out a sigh, your head aching.

your head shot up. "wait— did you set the barrier spell? we don't want them getting near henry." you asked curiously, turning your head to look at him.

"already did it this morning.." he waited a few seconds. "while you were supposed to train." he gestured, raising his eyebrows and a grin appeared on his face when he looked at you.

you looked down at the ground, again being reminded of it. and you hated it, he was too pushy sometimes.

"it's getting late, let's head back to camp." you ignored his remark and started walking in the camp's direction, when he suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"love."

"i'm not gonna say it. you're not wrong, i am tired but that's not the point. it was not my fault." you annoyingly rolled your eyes at him, thinking he wanted you to apologise for not listening. you wrung yourself out of his grip, walking away as you heard his footsteps behind you.

"i can walk by myself pan!"

//

ugh i just love writing about powerful characters that are women

just halfway i realized i had too many ideas for this, so decided to make a series on it. for the people that prefer ao3, i will also post it there soon.

i'm already working on the second part, there's gonna be more tensionnn, and also i know this is kinda a cliffhanger but i promise I'll finish it. the last sentence is gonna make more sense the next part :)

[thatonelostgirl]

Back to Neverland Chapter Two

After what felt like hours after having walked away Peter comes to find both of you, Felix steps away from you as Peter slowly walks over, Felix takes his leave leaving the two of you alone, watching Peter with a curious gaze as he moves towards you tension clear in the way his jaw is set. He finally stops in front of you finally meeting your eyes “Darling, have you seen anything to help your memory?” Shaking your head while taking a deep breath, “Not yet but this cloak it, it smells familiar. I don’t know where I’ve smelt it before.” He smiles, stepping closer to you carefully pulling you to him wrapping you into a tight hug hearing him let out a shaky breath as you wrap your arms around him. After standing like that for a few minutes he finally pulls back looking at you before whispering “There’s something that will be able to help you remember if you want” Looking at him in shock you nod as he grabs your hand taking you down a separate path to a hidden cottage, stopping in your tracks you stare at it before looking at him “It’s still here?” Pulling your hand from his you run down the path towards the cottage, a giggle bubbling up from your chest quickly realizing Peter wasn’t behind you stopping as you turn back towards him. Taking back off in a run towards him shouting “Peter! Peter oh my god!” Nearly barreling into him, he carefully grabs you as you come to a stop as you cup his face in your hands, a huge grin on his face as you inspect him making sure nothing has changed in the years since you had last seen him.

Grabbing his hand as you yank him down the path to the cottage getting to the door you yank it open, seeing everything had been left the same hearing the door click shut behind the two of you as Peter walks over to a chair dropping into it resting one of his arms on the arm rest the other resting behind him, one of his legs is crossed over the other feeling his eyes continuously follow you around the room “Well y/n love welcome back to Neverland, we sure have missed you dearly.” Turning to face him a bright smile on your face as you walk over to him “Pan how long have you been watching me?” He tilts his head to the side humming as you come to stop in front of him before you leaning down, putting your hand on the unoccupied arm rest effectively caging him into the chair. He finally looks up at you a smirk on his face before you can even blink he’s wrapped both his arms around and has pulled you onto his lap, burying his face into your neck his voice muffled “God I watched you for years not as much during your childhood because your dreams pulled you here but the older you grew the more I checked in on you.” Laughing as he starts tickling you, he stops after a few minutes both of you sitting in the chair as he keeps one arm wrapped around your waist, the other going back to rest on the arm rest.

Both of you had fallen asleep curled up in the chair together a few hours had passed by the time you had both woken up, the few hours you had been asleep enough to bring the matching line of darkness that lines Peters eyes lines yours, Peter feeling you stretch finally wakes himself yawning as he watches you stand up walking a few steps away from him. He groans watching you move towards the door the speed with which he gets up to make his way over to you is blinding as he pins you in between him and the wall “Ah love where do you think you’re going?” Meeting his eyes as you grab his wrists leaning closer to him “Pan dear I am going to address the lost boys and with which insanity they’ve decided to play with since I’ve been gone.” A devilish smile on your face Peters devilish grin matching yours near perfectly. Swinging the door open as you walk out before the king himself as he chooses to walk a few paces behind you before he decides to walk up next to you “Dear you do realize that cloak is mine, right?” Nodding at him as you keep walking “You’ll only get it back when it stops smelling like you” He scoffs as the camp slowly starts to come into view the lost boys only looking up when they see the both of you walk into camp together.

Felix did a double take as he sees the two of you side by side, he jogs over from the other side of the clearing looking over at you as he comes to a stop before turning his attention to Peter “So? Did it work? Is the first and only lost girl back?” Peter shrugs as he leans against the nearest tree rolling your eyes before turning your attention fully to Felix an edge to your voice “Felix what the fresh hell have you let these boys do? They seem a bit out of a line, how many new ones are there?” Having to stop yourself from laughing at the shock on Felix’s face as the boy grabs your shoulders before yanking you into a hug finally letting you out of his grip feeling you look past his shoulder as some of the newer boys start getting too rowdy, hearing Peter let out a sound of frustration and the anger rolling off him. Looking at him over your shoulder as you decide to brush past Felix your demeanor matching Peters hearing the two boys fall into step behind you finally making yourself known to the camp. Barely standing in the light of the campfire as you fold your arms over your chest feeling the two standing just behind your shoulders as you look at all the boys, the ones who had been here for years recognizing you, the newer ones just staring at you before going back to their shenanigans, the ones that know you fall into line. Stepping further into the camp a look on your face that would rival Peters looks a near deadly look “Are you new lost boys insane?! You fall into line when Pan and I walk into camp!” Hearing a snicker from Felix as Peter moves up to standing next to you mimicking your pose.

Watching the new lost boys finally stop what they were doing, not used to being yelled at quite yet by anyone other than Felix as Peter never stuck around camp long enough, sometimes having been busy dealing with pirates and as far as they knew looking for something. A few of them start laughing, feeling Peter and Felix’s agitation at them laughing, you turn to look at them before you swiftly pick up a few rocks, with the same speed as Peter, you launch them at the ones laughing, watching the rocks pelt all of them as they stop laughing holding either their midsections or chest. Tilting your head studying them with a predatory gaze finally dismissing the other boys this time Peter snickers at the boys and how they trip over themselves trying to head out of the main area of the camp and into their tents, stepping closer to the newer boys the predatory look still on your face a few of them stumble back as you get close waving your hand to dismiss all of them watching them run out of camp in fear of you Felix whistles and he walks over to a log in front of the fire and sits down Peter watching you closely as sit across from Felix on another log, before he finally pushes off whatever tree he decided to lean against. Sitting down next to you as he pulls you into him the hardness of both of you finally ebbing away letting out a breath, the three of you sitting in comfortable silence as the night goes on Felix after some time retires to his tent Peter turns his head towards you seeing that you had fallen asleep nestled against him.

You had woken up late the next day in yours and Peters shared cottage, finding the space next to you empty, finally getting out of the bed deciding to finally get ready for the day slipping your shoes on while grabbing the belt that thankfully still had the dagger on it. Noticing the cloak was gone groaning as you swing the door open haphazardly tying the belt around your waist as you stomp into the camp immediately finding the boy you were looking for with said cloak on him thankfully unbuttoned, slipping up behind him unnoticed the dagger unsheathed while carefully wrapping your arm around him pressing the flat back of the dagger against Pans throat “You know dear it’s awfully rude to leave a girl without something warm to wear.” Feeling him stiffen under your touch as your other hand pulls the cloak off him as you let go of him sheathing the dagger. Pan turns to look at you a mischievous smirk on his face but his eyes still soft as he makes sure everything is in place for you before pulling the cloak over your own shoulders and buttoning it around your neck. Looking over his shoulder at the newer lost boys, grinning at them as a few back up Felix only nodding at you as he and the other lost boys mill around the camp moving away from the king of Neverland.

Slowly making your way to the lost boys you hadn’t met yet finally coming to a stop in front of them, looking at a few of them over with disinterest over your face, a smirk having never left your face Peter has taken back to leaning against a tree. Moving to stand in front of all of them “Have any of you actually bothered to train with spears, daggers, bows, or a club?” They all shook their heads the youngest finally coming out from behind one of the older boys he seemed to only be around six years old motioning for him to come to you he does. You cover the younger boys’ ears before barely look over your shoulder raising your voice to a yell “Felix! Devin! Get your asses over here and train these boys!” Hearing footsteps run through the forest as both boys break the tree line Devin giving you a quick look and smile before Felix and him head over to the group stopping in front of them finally you turn your attention to the boy clinging onto your leg holding your hand out to him as you pull him away from the group, he quickly grabs onto a few of your fingers. Giving the boy a small smile as you take him to an area away from the main camp Peter stays behind to watch Felix and Devin train the boys barely catching sight of you picking up the boy knowing you were going to take him to the shadow seeing as you were the only one that could talk it into taking someone home. The boy had soon fallen asleep on your shoulder as you stand in a clearing humming lightly.

[evilbirdy]

hey loved your pan fic!!!

now i’m in a weird mood today so i was wondering by if you can do like a stalker Peter Pan AU like if he was Joe Goldberg from You(if you know who that is). If you could add in smut that would be great but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable 😖. Thank you again

it’s you, no one look good with me but you

now playing~ I love you hoe by odetari

Peter Pan x fem!modern!reader

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Okay so I have a huge story for this but I don’t want to make this too long so this will be in parts. I can’t say how many but I WANT to say an estimate of 5 AT MOST. I had finally got into the YOU series I have been taking WAY too many all nighthers but I’m in the middle of season 4, so I have enough knowledge.

The reader and time is gonna be modern so look out for that and Lost Girls are in this setting

WARNINGS lets get to the warnings

Warnings (for this part): stalking(of course), unhealthy obsession, Pan thinking you are obsession with him(even though you don’t know him yet), small implications of child abuse and neglect just a sentence, him having ‘oh she must be doing this all for me’ thoughts, cursing, sexual innuendos and thoughts(MINIORS PLS DNI)

I might be missing some but if you know Joe Goldberg you know how fucked he is so yeah onto the storyyy

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Pan was doing his visit to the modern world, collecting lost kids from their broken families, seeing if they are truly lost. Watching for the ones who were neglected, who were not loved by their family. As he was walking the town studying the people he found you.

You were walking across the street, head practically into your phone but it’s like you know it but photographic memory.

His eyes trail your body, you were wearing loose jeans and a zip up jacket that hugged your body with some shoes, Vans, Converse. He wasn’t up on his shoe thing yet.

“Man it like you want to keep me curious, giving me nothing to look at” he thought, he watched as your hips sway as you walked into some kind of store. Oh how dare you sway your hips like that. You must love teasing him.

He shook his head, going back to his mission, right collecting lost kids. Why would you distract him?

But he couldn’t say anyway, he kept his distance trying to calculate when he can pass you, there you were. Walking out the store, a bag in your arm, the hoodie on your jacket pulled up. Man you were gonna be his forever.

You were soooo into your phone that you didn’t notice Pan until you bumped into him.

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry,” you reach down picking up in his pan flute handing it to him, your fingers grazed his.

“Oh all good love, I can walk in a straight line for the life of me,” He says, he looks down on your bag and picks it up, he didn’t want to seem like a creep and look into it.

“But still I’m sorry, hope I didn’t ruin your instrument” oh you tucked your hair behind your ear, were you interested, did you want him to know you are interested, would you be interested?

He took you in, part of your hair was up but it was kinda lopsided, were you in a rush or trying to start a new trend, your hand started playing with your zipper, nervous much, were you not used to socializing? You put on lipstick but it was slightly smudge you were in a rush.

“Umm my name is Peter,” he holds his hand out. You accepted the handshake. Your hand was kinda soft, were you wearing lotion?

“I’m (your name),” (your name) (your name) you could’ve said your name was Wolfbane and it would still be the most beautiful name in the world. Your phone pinged and you checked it, “shit gonna be late for class,” you murmured. You bite your lip nervously. Oh gosh how he wanted to push you against the lamp post.

“I’m sorry, I need to go,” I walked past him rushing down the sidewalk, his eyes followed you, like an angel kissed his mind.

He rushed to the alley, heavy breathing, he has never felt this before, he has never loved this before, wanted a woman like this.

He had this find you

He went to the library, he was lucky enough to know some technology. (your name) (your name) you beautiful woman. There can’t be that many (your name )s here.

Wow that are that many, okay this gonna take a while.

It took an hour but he found you, you were a college sophomore, majoring in political science. You were a ‘out of state’ student. Your family consists of your mother and father(cheated on each other, had kids with separate people but stayed together), your older brother, your twin sister, your half brother and sister, and a cat named Carrot.

Oh you were a content creator? He doesn’t know what that is but you have a huge following over 3 million. Your social media facade is what others envy.

From bikini pics to library photoshoots, you were the model college girl.

That made him curious, how much can he dissect from you.

You looked so gentle, so kind.

It’s you

He must have you

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Hope yall like this!!! Part two coming soon!!!

[dovesdreaming]

Moonlit secrets

Summary: reader hides that she’s a werewolf from Peter but the truth is revealed when a full moon creeps closer

Request

Masterlist

Warnings: painful transformation into werewolf?

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Neverland was a place of endless adventure, a land where time stood still and boys never grew up. Peter Pan reveled in the chaos, the unpredictability of it all. But even he was taken aback when she arrived. She was different. Not like the Lost Boys or even the most formidable of his enemies. There was a wildness about her, a barely contained fury that simmered beneath the surface. Her eyes, a striking shade of yellow, seemed to glow in the dim light of the forest. Her movements were fluid, predatory, as if she was constantly on the hunt. Pan had watched her from afar at first, curious about this strange new arrival. She didn't fit the mold of the usual inhabitants of Neverland. She was no mere mortal, he could sense that much. She was something else entirely. And he was determined to find out what.

The first time they crossed paths, it was in the heart of the forest. Pan had approached her with his usual cocky grin, but it faltered when he saw the flash of sharp canines as she snarled at him, a low growl rumbling in her chest. “Who are you?" Pan asked, intrigued rather than intimidated. “Stay out of my way” she snapped, her voice rough and filled with barely restrained aggression. Pan’s grin returned, wider this time. "Feisty. I like that”. She glared at him, her yellow eyes narrowing. "I’m not here to be liked”. But despite her words, something about Pan intrigued her too. He was different from others she had encountered. There was an air of command about him, a dangerous charm that was almost impossible to resist. Almost.

As the days passed, Pan found himself increasingly drawn to her. She was a puzzle, one that he was determined to solve. But the closer he got, the more she pulled away. Her temper flared at the slightest provocation, and her sharp tongue left even Pan at a loss for words. It didn’t take long for Pan to realize that something was wrong. She was more irritable than usual, her movements less fluid, more pained. The day before the full moon, she was especially on edge, snapping at anyone who came near. She even avoided Pan, which was unusual given their growing connection. That night, Pan found her sitting alone by the edge of the forest, her body tense and rigid. He approached cautiously, not wanting to provoke her further. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, his voice softer than usual. “Nothing” she muttered, not meeting his gaze. Pan crouched down beside her, reaching out to touch her arm, but she pulled away sharply, a pained gasp escaping her lips.

“Don’t” she hissed, her eyes flashing dangerously. But Pan wasn’t deterred. He had seen the way she winced, the way her body trembled with the effort of keeping something hidden. Something was hurting her, and it wasn’t just physical. “You’re sick” Pan said, a note of concern creeping into his voice. “What’s happening to you?”. She turned away from him, her voice trembling as she spoke. “You wouldn’t understand”. “Try me”.

For a long moment, she was silent, battling with herself. Finally, she looked at him, her eyes glowing in the dim light. “I’m not… like you. I’m a monster”. Pan frowned, not understanding. “What do you mean?”. “The full moon” she whispered, her voice tight with fear and shame. “It changes me. I’m not human. I’m… a werewolf”. Pan stared at her, the pieces slowly falling into place. Her wildness, her temper, the way she had been avoiding him, it all made sense now. But instead of fear, all he felt was a surge of protectiveness. He had seen monsters before, real monsters. She wasn’t one of them.

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle. She nodded, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to hold herself together. “It’s not safe. For you, for anyone. I can’t control it”. Pan reached out again, this time she didn’t pull away. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch firm and reassuring. “You’re not alone in this. I’m not afraid of you”. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and fear. “You should be”.

The night of the full moon arrived, and Pan stayed close to her despite her protests. She had tried to push him away, to run into the depths of the forest where she couldn’t hurt anyone, but Pan wouldn’t let her. He was determined to see this through, to help her in any way he could. As the moon rose high in the sky, she fell to the ground, her body convulsing with the force of the transformation. Pan watched in horror and fascination as her bones shifted, her muscles contorted, and her skin stretched to accommodate her new form. The pain was evident in her screams, each one tearing through the night air like a knife.

Pan’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched, helpless to do anything but stay by her side. Her form shifted into something monstrous, a humanoid wolf with fur sprouting from her skin, her yellow eyes glowing with an eerie light. Her growls turned feral, and for a moment, Pan wondered if he should have listened to her warnings. But then, she looked at him, and in those wild, glowing eyes, he saw something familiar. It was her. She was still in there, fighting against the monster, trying to hold on to what little humanity she had left. “Stay back” she growled, her voice distorted but still recognizable. Pan ignored the warning. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her furred arm. “I’m not leaving you”. She snarled, but there was no real malice in it. It was more a plea, a desperate attempt to protect him from herself. But Pan wasn’t afraid. He had faced the worst Neverland had to offer and come out on top. He wasn’t going to let her go through this alone.

As the night wore on, she gradually began to regain control, the feral light in her eyes dimming as she forced the beast within to submit. By the time the moon began to set, she was exhausted, her body trembling with the effort it had taken to keep herself from losing control completely. Pan knelt beside her, his arms wrapping around her trembling form. She collapsed against him, too tired to resist. “You’re not a monster” he whispered into her ear. “You’re strong. You fought it, and you won”. She looked up at him, her eyes reverting to their usual yellow, the sharp canines visible as she smiled weakly. “You don’t know how close I was to losing control”. “But you didn’t” Pan said firmly. “And you won’t. Not as long as I’m here”. She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest, finally allowing herself to relax in his arms. For the first time in a long while, she felt safe. Pan wasn’t afraid of her. He saw her, the real her, and he stayed. In that moment, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to face the darkness alone anymore.

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Thank you for reading! <3

[phaticserpent]

Could you write a headcanon of a touch starved reader with Peter Pan?

You were very timid when you first came to Neverland. Overtime, you grew accompanied to the lost boys, they became your friends.

It was during training when Pan showed you the ropes; teaching you archery, throwing axes/daggers, and sword fighting. He would brush against your waist, angle your hands so the arrow would fly straight. Archery is absolutely intimate

His gentle touches would make your heart pound and sweat profusely

You found yourself leaning towards him whenever he was nearby. Obviously Pan was ware of this and uses it to tease you

He would make you flustered by taking extremely close to you, sometimes whispering things to you in your ear

He would sit back to back during lunch and dinner, grinning when you tensed up

If you're comfortable, he would ask you to a dance. Even if he wasn't playing the panflute, you could hear the slight melody as the drum continues to beat.

That was the final kick for you; his hands on your waist and his body pressed close to yours....you were forced to make eye contact with him, which you would rather avoid

You didn't realize how close your faces were, until you could feel his hot breath on your neck. Your face was flushed and heated as you stared at Pan, who only took this moment to look from your eyes to your lips

You would've went for it....you were going for it, until a lost boy tripped and crashed into you. Causing you to stumble into Pan, and he cushioned your fall by wrapping his arm around you and sheltering your head from the impact.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked. You were, but you wanted to stay like that, you were comfortable and a little embarrassed from the entire situation. "(Y/N)? Love?"

"I-I'm fine." You stammered out. "Thank you....were you hurt?"

You rolled off of Pan clumsily as he dusted off the dirt. Still a little sheepish of everything, you couldn't meet his gaze.

"I'm alright, don't worry about me."

The lost boy apologized profusely and seemed a little embarrassed about the situation as well.

[silentstyx]

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

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

"Say You Like Your Shirt Soggy"

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

heheheheh conan gray heheheh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[goldenxshine]

Felix: This is the place that I visit when I’m really lonely

Y/N: Oh, really?

Felix:

Felix: No, I have no idea where the hell we are