#peter pan imagine

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ Respect

You’re having dinner at the table with the lost boys.

Enjoying the food, desserts, and drinks.

Peter leans in next to you and says “You know I respect you right?”

You look confused “ Yes of course … why?” You ask curious

He leans in even closer and whispers,

“Because when everyone goes to sleep, and I come into your cabin, it’s going to look like I don’t.”

[queen-of-fanfics]

I Told You To Stay pt.2 (NSFW)

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

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

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

I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have never lied to you, Y/N.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just listen, Y/N-”

“Get off me!”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

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[eleonoraalbright]

An Ill-Timed Confession Part 3

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader (kinda)

Summary:  Peter Pan sets the final touches on his New Neverland. You wake up in your new home.

Warnings: Two characters get their tongues cut off but it's not graphic.

A/N: Thank you so much for the comments left on Part 2!! They are very much appreciated and are probably the only reason I got pt 3 out at all.

Taglist: @callsignwidow @aaicaa @midnightmisses @riordanness @rainbow-fartz @liliandz18 @munchingonthatass @cheese10001

To say that this whole experience was perfect and pleasurable for Peter Pan would be a gross understatement. He would be hard pressed to pinpoint any instance in his life when he had ever been filled with such joy.

He would even go as far to say that the entire town of Storybrooke and her population falling under his curse was better than soaring through the skies surrounded by shimmering pixie dust. 

Hmm, he dwelled on the thought for a moment, genuinely weighing the amount of happiness he garnered from each of them. After a few seconds of thorough deliberation, he decided that conquering those sniveling so-called heroes and ‘reformed��� villains was the slightest bit more enjoyable than flying. Reminding his toady spawn of his rightful place was particularly satisfying. 

For far too long Rumple had paraded about with his borrowed magic tricks, thinking himself the most powerful and feared sorcerer in the realms. Pan had squashed his son’s ego and regained his own status as the rightful Ruler of Neverland when his enemies had tried to take it away from him.

No one ever again would make that mistake. Not unless they also wanted their home absorbed into Neverland. Pan had been smiling nonstop since he nabbed the scroll from that pathetic excuse for a queen and the occasional burst of laughter slipped past his lips and echoed through his new domain.

Pan teleported from one place to another to see the fruits of his triumphs. Once ordinary towns folks were now as savage and filthy as the animals they once hunted in the Enchanted Forest. Chaos erupted in the streets and the people accepted their new personas and roles. 

Once proud and untouchable villains succumbed to their defeat and hid from the people they had lorded their power over. Best of all was the change that had overtaken the self-righteous heroes. Pan teleported from treetop to treetop, delighting in the transformation of one of the heroes that had invaded his previous island.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen, thought Pan as he watched the man stumble in the woods like a drunkard, disconcerted from the spell that had distorted his perception of reality. 

It was magnificent to behold. Still, there was a better sight Pan wanted to indulge in. In less than a blink of an eye, Pan appeared in a quiet glade. If it was possible his smile grew larger and more vindictive.

Pan crept closer to you sleeping form like a predator stalking its prey, not that stealthiness mattered in this situation. You were cast in a deep, dreamless sleep until he saw fit to release you from it. Pan wanted everything to be in place once you woke up.

Each and every piece on the board had to be in its proper position before you witnessed the destruction and mania unfolding. His sharp eyes roved over your figure, taking in every single detail offered by your motionless body.

He had to admit to himself that you were a very pretty creature, but beauty did not equal brains. What a stupid, stupid thing you were. It honestly baffled him at certain times; however, he was grateful for your utter foolishness. 

Assuming control of this pitiful part of the world would not have been half as much fun had you not disclosed your admiration of him. Several minutes passed as he watched the steady rise and fall of your chest; it was an almost hypnotic sight. Pan shook himself from the trance and left. There was so much needed to be done before his favorite doll awoke. The first item of the list concerned the Lost Boys. 

Now if there were any people stupider than you, it was that group of dunderheads! Peter could no longer put off correcting their mistakes. His boys had to be punished for ratting him out. What idiots, thinking he failed and they could find homes and families who loved them.

There were harsh penalties for their actions; it couldn’t be anything simple like shredding their shadows from their bodies. It was one of the most painful experiences a person could endure but it was over much too quickly for Pan’s liking.

Doubtless he would do that at the very end, but the traitors must undergo a living hell at his hands first before their souls escape his clutches by disappearing into the afterlife. He stepped into a clearing in the forest and called out for them.

Like ticks emerging from a dead beast, the boys scrambled down trees and popped up from bushes to surround him. A few seemed dazed by the events, others were stony-faced as ever, but most had enough wits about them to realize that their punishment was inevitable and approaching swiftly. 

He allowed for a full minute of silence to pass as he threaded among his once loyal followers. None dared to catch his gaze but none ran away either. Pan almost wished someone would try to escape his wrath. It would make their torture funnier and serve as a better reminder for the rest.

Alas, the cowards seemed to have grown a semblance of a backbone in his presence. What filthy hypocrites—always loudly proclaiming to Neverland’s enemies that to cross Peter Pan meant death and any attempt to undermine his authority was useless. 

They revealed their true colors in the end. Jumping ship at the first opportunity they saw to get off the island to so-called loving families. To even think that he would ever lose was preposterous!

Peter Pan Never Fails is a saying in Neverland for a reason and to forget was a dangerous thing to do and now was the time for the Lost Boys to learn why. Before his demise, Felix had provided information on the specific ones to who ratted him out to the heroes: Box and Jacob. 

They would serve as a warning to their fellow Lost boys to what happened to those who betrayed him. Pan stopped in front of Box; a small boy frozen as a ten-year-old for countless decades.

Upon arrival at Neverland, he had refused to give his real name, and the others decided to call him that unusual nickname because the Shadow had carried him in a cardboard box. What an imaginative group of halfwits he led. Trembling, the boy stared down at the ground. 

“Box, anything you want to tell me?” The boy shook his head back and forth frantically. “Really? Why not? Cat got your tongue? It seemed loose enough when you mouthed off to Emma Swan about my Thinking Tree, did it not?”

Tears formed in his Box’s eyes as he cried aloud, “No! Never Pan! They forced me to do it! Honest, I swear!” He walked backward to put more distance between him and his leader but was held in place by two other boys. The circle became tighter about Pan and Box. They smelled blood in the water and knew better than to stand in the way of Pan and his victim. 

Now it was Pan’s turn to shake his head though it was in mock disappointment this time. Bending over, he grabbed the knife from the boy’s belt and twirled it around. “Spare me your lies. Tell me who else told them where to find me. Tell me and you’ll be rewarded.”

Box breathed hard and glanced at Jacob who was at the outer rim of the circle and pointed. “It was him! He tattled on you!” Jacob didn’t waste any time running. He hardly got ten steps before a group of other Lost Boys caught up to him and hauled him back to Pan. 

Both traitors were forced to their knees. Box was openly crying now and struggling against his captors while Jacob was rambling excuses and the others started to jeer at them. Pan raised a hand and a spurt of magic everyone to shut up. “I’m afraid you two never learned the lesson that silence is worth its weight in gold. You’ll pay for that. Hold out their tongues.” 

Both boys screamed and fought which prolonged the whole process and made it messier but Pan didn’t mind; the punishment had to fit the crime. He gave a signal to Lost Boys and they started to kick and punch the two huddled bodies crumpled on the ground. After that was done, he ordered, “You four build a cage. You two make sure Jacob goes nowhere. The rest of you will start setting up camp.” 

They all began their activities they were assigned but stopped when a tall red-headed boy asked, “What about Box?”

He looked down at the boy. “Let him be. Let him wander off or stay. It’s his choice. Oh, I almost forgot about his reward.” He dropped his knife next to him. “There. You’d do best to keep that, Box. I might borrow it later.”

A beat passed as the Lost Boys stared at their fallen friends, writhing on the ground, coughing up their own blood. Pan knew this image would stain their brains for years to come. “All of you get to work!” 

When they did as such, Pan turned on his heel and disappeared. There was a certain shift in the air that alerted him that a special someone was awakening. The time had come for the crowning glory to be placed upon this magnificent achievement. He settled himself in the branches of an oak tree and watched as you woke up in your new home.

Somewhere above was the sound of the breeze swirling through the forest’s leaves and the accompanying trill of songbirds. Warm sunlight filtered past the canopy and cast soft rays on your face, gently caressing you into a conscious state.

Your eyes fluttered open, then shut once more as you yawned. You swiveled your head from side to side to take in your surroundings. You were laying upon a stone altar in a small clearing and in all directions spread a green tranquil forest. 

Something was wrong. Something tugged at the back of your mind, heavy and foreboding. The delightful harmony and atmosphere were shattered into a dozen shards as memories pierced the haze clouding your thoughts.

You bolted straight up, hand slapping against the stone slab, and shouted, “Pan!” Covering your mouth, your gaze darted about to and fro in case anything or anyone had heard your exclamation. It was silent. 

You remembered everything! All the events leading up to this utter disaster were carved into your mind with painful clarity: the party only two nights ago when you made your confession, the unfortunate realization, switching the bodies, the hope that bloomed when the day was almost saved, and the crushing defeat that transpired afterwards. Pan won. You were in his land, the new Neverland, where he was sole master and everyone else were pawns.

There was an uncomfortable, tightening sensation in your chest. Something was blocking your airflow, making breathing difficult. You quickly began exhaling and inhaling through your mouth, maybe a bit too fast.

Your head became fuzzy and your surroundings took on a dream-like quality. Nothing was real; therefore, nothing could harm you, right? No, that wasn’t the way to think now. You had to be rational and stop hyperventilating, though it was easier said than done.

What helped you break out of this heightened panic state was the dawning comprehension of how vulnerable you were. If you were going to die, it wasn’t going to be because you were too distracted crying to realize the danger.

You were probably going to die in a much stupider way thank you very much, like strangled by your own trap or drowning in a puddle somehow. The ideas made you chuckle for better or for worse. Were you already going mad?

It didn’t matter, not yet at least. The important thing to do was to make a plan. The future never seemed as bleak when there was a plan to follow. There was a rustle in the bushes a few feet to the right. You tensed and waited for a minute but nothing happened.

Sighing, you forced yourself to relax. It wouldn’t be smart to jump at every stir or movement in the environment; your energy would become too depleted too soon.  Another cool breeze swept through the glade, causing you to shiver and notice your clothing. You wore a loose, straight-hanging white dress with ruffled elbow length sleeves.

It might’ve been nice to wear if you were going to bed in the 1780’s but not for surviving in the wilderness in modern times. You crossed your arms over your chest and hunched inward, gritting your teeth and cursing Pan. He must’ve found it enormously amusing to dress you up in such a way.

A pretty doll out of place in the cold woods with only a nightgown to shield her from the harsh elements (not that the elements were all too harsh today). It would take more than that to intimidate you… maybe.

You looked around the area, half expecting a group of Lost Boys to jump into view with spears and clubs to carry you off to their leader at this very instant. Except for the forest’s usual ambiance, all was quiet. You didn’t know how long it would remain that way. 

Best to find a suitable hiding place before night fell. You hopped off the stone altar and onto the ground. You glanced to your left and were surprised that you had not seen the Wishing Well just a couple of paces away.

Perhaps, it shouldn’t since the structure blended in with the neighboring foliage. Thorny vines and spiky leaves entwined themselves around the octagonal base and wounded up the pillars to the top.

You walked over to the well, taking in the dismal sight. A place where once magic was birthed and wishes were granted was spoiled as the spot marking Storybrooke's bitter end. It was a sad scene to witness, even the plaque which told of the well’s magical powers was overtaken by thorns. If only there had been someone to stop Pan’s curse in time, then this never would’ve happened. 

Magic! 

There was no use in lamenting what could not be undone, but what if the curse was reversible? In fact, you knew it was! You laughed aloud at how easy the solution was. True Love’s Kiss could break any curse! It had broken the Evil Queen’s, so why couldn’t it do the same for the Pied Piper’s?

All you had to do was to get David and Mary Margret together and they’d probably suck each other’s faces off. Hell, it could work if one of Henry’s mothers pecked her son on the cheek. All you had to do was find the others. 

Everyone was most likely separated, so the hardest part would be gathering the necessary people. Pan would’ve made sure that everyone would be spread out far and wide. You glanced up at the Sun’s position in the sky. You had about five more hours of good sunlight left. Time to get started.

The first step was to make a shelter for the night. The night could be spent here, but you could travel and gather supplies at the same time. Besides, you didn’t like the look of that altar; it looked like the type of thing where an animal would be sacrificed. 

The further you were away from it the brighter the future shone. The landmark that was the Wishing Well allowed you to know you were located in the Storybrooke Wilderness Park which meant you were a good two hours walk from the town.

You would bet your non-existence britches that Pan had stowed someone or multiple people in Storybrooke. There was also a chance David or Mary Margret would end up near the t(r)oll bridge. 

If the curse somehow knew your peculiar connection to the well, then it was possible the curse would know of theirs to the bridge. It was feasible to believe Pan’s curse had sent the heroes and villains to destinations that held a special place in their hearts.

You began your march to town, careful to pace yourself and practice situational awareness. You should check the library for Bell, the pawn shop for Mr. Gold, and the play castle for Henry. It suddenly occurred to you the passage of time. How long had you been asleep on the altar? 

Decades could have stretched on while you were locked in sleep’s embrace, but you chose not to believe that because the other would've figured out a solution. It must’ve been mere minutes or hours instead.

If there was one upside to your unfortunate clothing then, it would be that it was light and airy for traveling, but that would soon turn into a problem when the Sun set. Nights in Maine could be chilly, and a lack of warm clothing would not help in regulating your temperature. 

Also, the gown was a bit too thin for your liking. You pressed the fabric close to your body and determined that it was thankfully not see through. At least, you had that. Pan’s choice in footwear was abhorrent.

The slippers you wore were delicate and flimsy, better suited for strolling palace halls than trekking through a forest’s uneven terrain. You could feel every pebble and twig under foot. When you reached town, you decided to raid any shops for appropriate clothes and gear. 

You would feel more confident if you faced whatever Pan had up his sleeve if you weren’t wearing what he wanted. You wondered what tricks he was concocting. He allowed people to keep their memories and this would lead to some type of new torment, but what?

He probably thought his victims knowing what was wrong but being powerless to change anything would cause despair and madness. You snorted. Little did he know the stuff you were made out of or the others too. It would take more than that to drag you down. 

You supposed that was the advantage of disclosing your schoolgirl crush towards Pan; he took you for a simple-minded lovestruck fool. It was an advantage you would happily exploit.

Wouldn’t it be rich to lord it over his handsome face when he lost (and he would lose) at how you used his prejudice to orchestrate his downfall. It was easy to envision how everything would play out. He would be angry at his thinking so low of you and—

You were yanked out of your promising daydreams. One second you were on your feet striding with a purpose, next you were hanging in midair, trapped in a net. Damnation, this must’ve been one of the Lost Boy’s traps. Oh, the irony. You were too busy thinking about your future to focus on your present struggles. You almost deserved it. A figure appeared from behind a tree. 

The person, whose face was hidden beneath a cloak, cut the rope and you dropped onto the hard ground, still tangled in the net. You attempted to not look like defenseless prey, but it was awkward to manage that when caught like one. An arrow was pointed at your face. The figure threw back the hood and never had you been so relieved to see the pale face and green eyes of Snow White before.

You nearly didn’t recognize her. The woman’s face was smeared with mud, her ebony hair was a rat’s nest with bits of twigs and leaves sticking out, but you supposed you couldn’t look much better either. You gasped, a fresh smile forming its way onto your lips, “Mary Margret! It’s you! This is great, I thought–”

“Shut up!” She kicked you in the ribs, knocking the wind out of you. Curling up into a ball, you stared up wide-eyed at the person you once considered an ally and friend. She gazed down at your form, a severe expression hardening her features. You had never recalled her being so cruel before. 

“M-Mary Margret, you don’t understand. It’s me. I survived the curse, I just woke up a while ago.” 

“Who’s Mary Margret? What are you blathering about?” She continued to point the arrow at you. No flicker of recognition could be found on her face. Your fingers tightened around the ropes, comprehension dawning on you. She didn’t remember.

The woman standing above you, threatening your life, had no idea who she truly was. This was what Pan meant. You had imagined something terrible when he said ‘special treat’, but this was worse than you ever could have realized. 

Only you retained your memories.

[chloe-skywalker]

Threats - Peter Pan

Peter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nothing really

Word count: 411

Summary: Peter getting angry when someone threatens you infront of him.

Masterlist

Once Upon A Time Masterlist

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“Peter!” Y/n yells out as she’s grabbed by the Evil Queen with a ball of magic near her face.

“Regina.” MarryMargret worried for the young girl currently being held in Regina's tight hold with a magic ball of purple flames near her face.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Peter growled with narrowed eyes once he turned towards where his lost girl called for him in distress.

“Give us back Henry and I won’t hurt your little lost girl.” Regina bargained.

“Regina, we don't need to threaten anyone.” Emma spoke up telling Regina, looking at the young girl a couple years older than their Henery.

“I agree Lass. Not a good idea. Especially not a good idea to threaten her specifically.” Hook stepped forward gesturing with his hook to the girl in Regina’s grip.

“And why’s that Pirate?” Regina rolled her eyes at all the pleading to let the Y/h/c-ed girl go.

“She’s not just a lost girl. She’s Pan’s lost girl.” Hook stated to the Evil Queen.

“No duh.” Regina scoffed.

“What KIllian means is she is mine. Let go of her. Now.” Peter walks closer getting increasingly more angry every minute Y/n was still being held against her will.

“Or what?” Regina gripped Y/n tighter, testing Pan’s limits and to see if he’s bluffing.

“You’ll regret it.” Peter grumbled with a really dark look on his face. “Don’t forget this is my island and your son’s life is in my hands. What do you think I’ll do if you hurt my Y/n?”

“Regina” MaryMargaret pleads for her to let the girl go, trying to sound more stern. Not wanting to have Peter hurt Henery in any way as retaliation.

“Let her go.” David added with worried eyes for them, Henry, and Y/n. KNowing what Regina is capable of, they were all worried for Y/n.

Regina sighed and loosened her grip on Y/n and the second Peter noticed he grabbed his lost girl and pulled her into him.

“Don’t lay a finger on her again.” Peter practically snarled at the StoryBrooke gang and he checked Y/n over for injuries. Before giving the signal for them all to retreat.

“Thank you.” Y/n turned around to look back at Emma, Hook, David and MaryMargret with an innocent smile.

Peter smiled at her manners, that's his Y/n. And it was entertaining to see their shocked faces at her thanks.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[anne-chloe]

Imagine : Peter tricks you

Peter Pan x Reader

Summary : Every royal in the enchanted forest has magic in their blood. Peter needs this to keep the magic going on Neverland.

Warning : Deceit, manipulation

In the late hours that stretched across Neverland, encasing the magical world in a canopy of stars, you sat rigid and awkward in the midst of the Lost Boys’ camp.

They danced, hollered and celebrated their victorious efforts of causing mischief across Neverland. It was truly a remarkable sight, watching them act wild and untamed around open flames. Almost like they were untouchable.

Despite the warmth emitting from the fire, you found yourself cold and tired. The day had been stressful, but the thought of sleep made you uncomfortable.

“Cold?”

You looked up to see Peter Pan, the leader of the Lost Boys’ and ruler of Neverland. He stood with a cruel smile upon his face, his round, young features giving the illusion of his innocence. But you knew better than to underestimate his capabilities.

You shuffled, pulling at the sleeves of your dress in hopes to retain some warmth. “Yes,” you answered, short. “I am not exactly in appropriate attire for this place.”

Peter slowly sat next to you, his elbows leaning on his knees. He stared ahead at the fire, which reflected a warm glow in his usually cold eyes. “Neverland will only continue to get colder as its magic runs out,” he explained, his voice hushed so the Lost Boys could not hear.

You stared at him from the corner of your eye, skeptical of his claims. “The magic is running out?” You repeated, unsure of its legitimacy. “I have never heard of magic ever possessing a limit.”

“Not all magic is limitless.” Peter closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. You watched, curious as he filled his lungs with the fresh, crisp air around him. “Everything has a limit. But time is running out here in Neverland, and soon the Lost Boys and I will perish because of it.”

Your brows drew in tight for a frown. “Why are you telling me this?”

Peter opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at you. There was no longer the cruel, teasing smile that he wore upon your arrival. Instead, he appeared aged and rather solemn, burdened with the knowledge of Neverlands demise.

“Because…” Peter paused, as if to reconsider. “No. Never mind, I could never burden you like this.”

Your brows shot up. Peter went to stand, but you found yourself grabbing his tunic sleeve and tugging him back again. He looked to you in surprise, having not expected such a bold move.

“Tell me,” you encouraged, “please.”

“A princess should not be burdened with knowledge like I am,” Peter argued dismissively. He tried to shrug you off, but you were rather stubborn.

“Sharing a problem can lessen the burden,” you said, your voice so soft and kind that Peter could hardly believe someone so gentle existed.

For a moment, Peter stared and looked deeply into your eyes, as if searching for something more. You continued to hold him, your hand slipping from his shirt down to his hand, where you blindly intertwined your fingers with his. “Tell me what bothers you,” you repeated.

“It is said that royal blood is magical,” Peter explained slowly, cautiously, as if revealing this information would scare you away. “One drop can save us all.”

“Royal blood…” you whispered, thoughtfully glancing down at the faint purple veins in your wrist. “Only one drop?”

“Only one drop,” Peter repeated, nodding his head.

“If one drop is all you shall need, then I am more than willing to offer my blood to you,” you declared, rising to your feet and tugging Peter to stand with you. You spun around to face him, a confident smile upon your face. “I offer you, Peter Pan, my blood to save and restore magic to Neverland.”

Peters eyes widened. “Are you sure?” He asked, sounding astonished by the sudden resolve. “You are too kind, I can see why you are the beloved princess of your land.”

“I am always sure,” you claimed. You turned around to look at the tree line, wondering which direction you would need to take in order to restore Neverlands magic.

But, as you turned to look from Peter, you missed the way his smile turned cruel. Because Peter didn’t care about unnecessary kindness, he often found it to be naive and ridiculous. It made people vulnerable to terrible situations, like how you had doomed yourself unknowingly.

By sacrificing a single drop of your blood to replenish Neverlands magic reserves, you would be tying your soul to Neverland forever.

Effectively leaving you in Peters control.

Forever.

[tysukier]

Peter Pan Imagine/ firewood

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“You’re such a good girl, darling.” The words echoing in your ear as he pressed you against a tree, thrusting into you, his tip brushing your cervex

“I-I thought I was su-supposed to-mhmm-fuck-…” His hands gripping your sides, hips slamming into yours.

“Supposed to what, love?” Lips locking onto the skin on your neck, teeth, licking before he bit down, sucking slowly.

“Be getting f-firewood-oh god!” His teeth skinning the nose of your neck like a poisoned knife, all the way up to your earlobe, tongue flicking out like a lizard .

“I don’t think that’s happening.” His smirk large and cocky, eyes dark with lust as his right hand came down, fingers rubbing your clit faster than earlier damn

“Peter, c-can’t do it anymore, s’to m-much!” Your voice breaking as his balls come in contact with your ass, his length stretching you out to the point where you see stars.

“Just a little longer, love, can you do that for me?” He asked, titling his head at you as his thrust turned into relentless pounding, his nails digging into your flesh with suck force, he left marks.

“Can’t, I’m sorry!” The tears flowing, your heart racing, sweat pricking and dripping as you were pastel rose gold, panting like you just ran a race of fucking that was terrible

You came all over him, stomach clenching, insides fluttering with evil little butterflies as he cooed and said; “could the poor little thing not handle it? Well, that’s a shame. Guess you’ll learn to adapt quicker, won’t you? Once you gather your firewood, my hut.” He growled, thrusting one last time, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

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Note: NOT PROOF READ PLEASE DONT JUDGE THE RANDOM COMAS 😖😩

Y'all…I tried ✋🏼😔

[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

[stormgrl19]

Neverland | Peter Pan - Part two

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Credits: All credits go to the authors / the producers / etc. of the show / the book / the movie. I own my OCs and their plot and any differences from the original plot.

Request: @alastorsbride

Summary: Peter and you meet again, but this time you get interrupted.

A/n:  Someone asked for a part two and I have Disney+ right now… so why not?

Warnings: use of y/n, not proofread /edited/ …

Wc: 1,059

Part one

After your last encounter with Peter you stopped going on your nightly strolls for exactly two nights until the curiosity killed you and you began to sneak off into the jungle again, making sure no one followed you. Now, Peter Pan would argue, that he is in fact not no one, keeping you on purpose blissfully unaware that he watched over you. You had sparked his interest long before he introduced himself to you and it only grew, after you didn’t tell your companions that you had meet him. It was now irrevocable that you two would meet again.

You had only slept for a few hours when you were awoken by a sound you couldn’t quite name. Luckily the sun was starting to rise, so you could actually look around and see if the others were also awoken by the sound, but only Emma seamed to stir in her sleep. Again, you were a really curios person, so you did what any curios person would do and got up to find the source of this sound. You grabbed a dagger, that was given to you by Emma’s dad, Charming, when you came to Neverland and made your way silently into the jungle where you thought the sound came from.

Neverlands jungle was different when the sun was out. To the peaceful feeling the nature gave you came a different feeling of slight uneasiness. The magic of the night was lost to the sun. You didn’t have to walk long to find the source of the sound.

“Of course, you heard it!” His voice sounded as smug as ever.

“Peter.” You turned around and saw him already looking at you with his arrogant… and proud smile?

“I thought you would be more excited to see me,” he said with a fake pout. His pan flute still in his hand, he walked to you - his eyes staring directly into yours - only stopping one step before you.

Trying not to get lost in his eyes and failing miserably, you looked down to his hand holding the flute.

“You made that sound, why?”

“I just wanted to see something,” he answered lightly and stepped around you, so that he stood behind you. He leaned forward, so that his lips were right beside your left ear and said with a low voice: “I wanted to see if I was right.” He leaned back, bringing the flute to his mouth and letting a few notes of the melody sound again.

Your breath was stuck in your throat. Your knees felt weak and you could still feel his breath near your ear, even so he had leaned back right after, watching your reaction with amusement. You felt like you were dying. You hated that he made you feel this way (lie, you didn’t hate it). He was the villain, who ordered Henrys kidnapping (truth) and now he was playing mind games with you for his amusement (truth, or?). It made you angry, hating it to be just a piece he thought he could toy with, you clenched your clothes in your fist, feeling the cold metal of your dagger. Spinning around you held your dagger to Peters throat, while pressing his body into the tree behind you.

“Stop, playing your stupid mind games with me!” Anger was written all over your face and for a slight second you thought seeing surprise flash in his eyes, before they turned back to arrogance.

“You have gotten fierier since last time,” he teased “I like it.”

Again, you got lost in his eyes. No!

“Stop it! And stop that!” You pleated.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“You know wha- Emma?“ You were interrupted by Emma standing a couple steps beside you, holding her sword.

“What is going on here? Who is that, Y/n?”

“He is Peter Pan.”

“I am Pan,” You both spoke at the same time.

Emmas face turned blank and in under a second, she stood right beside you.

“Where is Henry?”

Pan laughed, “He is alive, so don’t worry”

“Why did you take him?”

“Well, he is a special boy…” He looked at you, still holding the dagger.

“That doesn’t answer my question!”

“Hmm, doesn’t it?”

“What. Do. You. Want. With him?” You asked this time, getting tired of him dodging Emmas questions.

He looked at you, glancing down on the dagger.

“I maybe am going to tell you, if you put your dagger down.”

You glanced to Emma, waiting for her to decide.

“Okay,” she sighted.

As you stepped away from him, dagger still in your hand, you realised just how close you were to him the whole time. Your cheeks heating up, Peter watched again with amusement the reaction he got out of you.

“Now tell us,” Emma demanded.

“Yeah- no.”

Emma stepped closer to him, her sword held high.

“But I am going to give you this,” He took a piece of paper out of his pockets.

“What is this?”

“It’s a map that will you lead you directly to your son.”

“If this is some kind of trick-“

“I may not be the well-behaved boy on Neverland, but I always keep my promises.”

He winked at you.

“Why are you giving this to me?” She asked, while taking the map out of Peters hand.

“Because it is about how you find him and you’re the only one who can.”

Emma unfolded the paper and looked at the blank page, “It is blank.”

“You can only read the map when you stop denying who you really are.”

Emma looked down again.

“I have to go now. See you soon!”

Before leaving he looked at you and mouthed “I promise.”

Emma looked up, seeing Peter gone.

“What happened before I got here? And don’t lie to me!”

“I- uh, I heard a sound and wanted to know where it was coming from and then there he was. Shortly after you came.” You didn’t know why you didn’t tell her or them the whole truth. Maybe you were scared that they would be mad at you or maybe it was because of your curiosity, wanting to find out why he hadn’t done something to you yet and what he really wanted from you.

“Okay,” Emma didn’t look convinced, but also didn’t question you any further.

“Let’s go and get back to the others.”

[bluephoenixgirl]

Always Running Away

Peter Pan x Reader

Warning: Adult Language, Mention of Reader’s Mother’s Death, Reader being Abused by Her Father, Mention of Mental and Physical Abuse, Mention of Alcoholism, Anxiety, Angst (Fluff at the End), and Possible Grammar Errors. (Let Me Know if I Forgot Any!!)

Summary: Y/N is the first and only lost girl on Neverland. All the boys think Y/N is only allowed to stay because of the abuse she gets from her father but there is another reason why Peter lets her stay on the island and that reason is why he always runs away from her.

Word Count: 1,501

Author’s Note: FINALLY I HAVE RELEASED A STORY! My first Peter Pan story is finally here, so sorry for the wait! I just recently started getting back into OUAT so that’s why I wanted to write for Peter Pan and I’m getting so many ideas for him so I hope you all enjoy!

Y/N is the first and only lost girl on Neverland. How she got to Neverland she doesn’t know since she just woke up on the island but why she was taken there she does know.

Y/N is a sixteen year old girl but she didn’t have your typical teenage girl life. Her mother died when she was just eight years old. Her mother died by drowning after saving her from drowning.

She took her mother’s death hard but no one took it harder than her father. He started to drink heavily which made him emotional and physically abuse Y/N. He would yell at her by telling her that it’s her fault that he mother is dead and that she’s nothing but a fucking mistake. He’s even told her that it should’ve been her that died instead of her mother.

There would be some nights that her father would get to mad at her that he would slap her so hard it would knock her down onto the floor or knock her into the wall or another piece of furniture breaking it. Then that would make him even more angry and say that it was her fault she broke something. No matter what Y/N did, it wasn’t good enough for her father.

When Y/N woke up on Neverland she was immediately found by a boy named Felix. Of course, Felix knew that Y/N was brought by the shadow. Before Felix could take her to Peter he had already showed up. Peter immediately noticed the bruises on Y/N’s arms and a big bruise on her cheek. After introducing each other Y/N told them everything that she knew. Peter asked about her bruises and she told him. Peter knew that he couldn’t just send her back to her abusive father. She’s been through enough and if he sends her back who knows if what would happen. He could end up killing her.

Peter let her stay and let her become the first lost girl. Everyone and Y/N thought that her background was the only reason why Peter let her stay on the island but Peter had another reason.

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Y/N had just came back to camp after her daily morning walk she goes on. She saw Peter and Felix talking so she decided to walk over to them. “Hey guys!” Y/N said to the boys with a kind smile. “Hey Y/N.” Felix said back. “I got to go.” Peter said and walked away from them.

“Okay, why the fuck does he keep doing that!” Y/N said quickly becoming frustrated. Y/N has a good and close relationship with all the boys including Peter but recently every time she approaches him, he walks away from her. “I don’t know.” Felix shrugged. He does know why Peter keeps avoiding her but he knows he’s not the one to tell her.

“Did I do something wrong?” Y/N asked him with sadness in her eyes. “Listen Y/N, this is between you and Pan.” Felix told her. “You’re going to have to go talk to him.” Felix added which earned him a nod from her since she knew he was right.

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As the day went on Y/N thought about what she was going to say to Peter. She always gets nervous when she goes to talk to Peter by herself. Y/N knows that she’s starting to develop feelings for Peter which does scare her. She knows how private Peter is. She knows how he closes off certain feelings. Maybe that’s why Peter keeps running away from her. Maybe he knows that she’s growing feelings for him.

Once Y/N knew what she was going to say to Peter she made her way to Peter’s cabin. When she got to Peter’s cabin door she could feel her nerves start to pace and her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She really wanted to just run away but she knew she couldn’t so she took a deep and calming breath. Once she felt a little calmer she knocked on the door and waited. She was hoping he was in there.

When the door swung open there stood a surprised Peter. He doesn’t ever expect anyone to come to his cabin. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” Peter asked her. “I need to talk to you.” Y/N told him. “I’m busy.” Peter told her. He went to close the door but Y/N quickly stopped it with her hand. “Please Pan! It’s important.” Y/N told him in pleading tone. Peter let out a heavy sigh. He walked out of his cabin and shut the door.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” Peter asked her. “Do you hate me?” Y/N asked him which took him by surprise. She figured she would just get straight to the point. “Do I hate you? What kind of question is that?” Peter asked her with confusion in his voice. “Just please answer the question.” Y/N told him with a heavy sigh. She’s been having that question floating around her mind for what feels like forever. “No, of course I don’t hate you.” Peter answered her while shaking his head.

“Then why do you avoid me or walk away every time I approach you?” Y/N asked him with frustration in her voice. “It’s like you keep running away from me.” She added. “It’s complicated.” Peter told her looking away from her. “What? What do you mean by it’s complicated?” Y/N asked looking at him with confusion in her eyes. Peter just stayed silent since he didn’t know what to say.

“Do you want me to leave?” Y/N asked him which made him quickly look back at her. “Of course not!” Peter told her in a reassuring tone. “Then what is it? Did I do something wrong to make you run away from me?” Y/N said as her eyes started to fill with tears. Peter let out a sigh. Seeing the tears form in her eyes made him realize that he can’t keep in his secret anymore.

“I’m falling in love with you.” Peter confessed which took Y/N by surprise. “You have feelings for me?” Y/N asked in complete shock. Peter just gave her a nod. “I have feelings for you, too.” Y/N confessed to him. “You shouldn’t.” Peter told her. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked him. “Because I’m a fucking mess, Y/N.” Peter told her with a mixture of anger and frustration in his voice.

“I don’t know how to love. I just know how to cause pain to people. I hurt every person that gets close to me.” Peter told her which made her heart ache. “I can show you how to love.” Y/N told him. She went to put her hand onto his cheek but he took a step back from her.

“No.” Peter started. “You can’t. No one can.” Peter told her. He turned away from her and walked away leaving her all by herself.

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As days went by Y/N was now the one running away from Peter. Peter feels awful for what he said and every time he goes to apologize she walks away from him.

The lost boys were hanging out together around the camp fire. Peter was sitting by the campfire on a log. He looked over at Y/N who was sitting on a log all by herself away from everyone. Peter stood up and walked over to her.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” Peter asked her. “No.” Y/N answered without looking at him. She just stared down at the ground. “Please Y/N, it’s really important.” Peter said to her in pleading tone. When Y/N looked up at him she saw the pleading look in his green eyes. Y/N let out a heavy sigh in defeat. “Fine.” Y/N told him standing up from her seat on the log.

Y/N followed Peter in the woods so they were alone. “I want to take you up on your offer.” Peter told her which made Y/N’s heart skip a beat. “You do?” Y/N asked him in a soft tone. “My whole goal was to not hurt you but I obviously fucked that up by ignoring you.” Peter told her. Peter took both of her hands into his and gave them a light squeeze. “I want to be with you. I want you to teach me how to love.” Peter told her as his green eyes stared into her Y/E/C eyes. “Are you sure?” Y/N asked him. She doesn’t want to pressure him into doing something he’s not comfortable with. “Does this answer your question?” Peter started.

Before Y/N could say anything Peter connected his lips with hers. Y/N immediately melted into the kiss. She’s dreamed of this moment for so long that she couldn’t believe that it was actually happening. When they released from the kiss they had to catch their breaths.

“Pan-“ Y/N started to say but he cut her off. “Please, call me Peter.” Peter told her and reconnected his lips with hers.

[justpan]

Title: Unwilling Bride (Finale!!!)

Summary: Will Peter win his last game with (Y/N)?

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33

Felix was always a very simple guy to understand, he had simple morals and simple needs; in conclusion to being simply understood he was also very intense.

Intense in all his actions and beliefs.

That was why he was Pan’s right hand man, he believed in Pan as if he were a God made of flesh. Pan had gotten Rufio, his very first and very best friend killed, but even if Felix never forgave Pan for not avenging his friend he would always be loyal. Because Pan had saved him, saved him from starving and rotting in the streets of Oz.

So even now, as the Lost Boys were beginning to complain of hunger pains just like the boys in the orphanage, Felix would follow Pan’s orders.

One last game.

Felix didn’t like the phrase his leader had used when he first began to lay out his plan, or at least the part of the plan he wanted to share. Pan almost never fully divulged his plans to anyone other than his own speechless shadow.

He had been given very specific directions to the cottage that (Y/N) called home and as he trudged his way through the forest his heart was heavy.

(Y/N) had been his friend, she had been Rufio’s love and now he was on a mission that made him work against his own personal wishes.

Just as Pan promised the cottage was there in a clearing and (Y/N) was right there in front of it, she had a bow and arrow and appeared to be training her aim by trying to hit leaves as they fell from dying trees.

‘Getting a bit slow there Mother.’ he said as he entered the clearing, being sure to keep his hands up and his palms exposed as he approached.

As expected she turned with frightening speed and aimed her arrow directly at him and her eyes were hard.

‘Felix, been a while.’ she said.

‘Ten or eleven years, not too long I think.’ he said casually, still keeping his hands up.

‘Why are you here, Felix? I know you didn’t find this place alone, what instructions did Pan give you?’ she said quickly, keeping her weapon raised.

‘No instruction, I’m not here to fight you, I just have a message. What you do with that message is up to you entirely.’

She looked untrusting but her curiosity had clearly been peaked by the prospects of a message from the one person on her hit list.

‘What message?’

‘He wants to see you, face to face on Skull Rock. I don’t know his plan past getting you there. I swear that to you.’

‘I believe you Felix, Pan doesn’t tell anyone anything.’ she sighed as she lowered the bow.

‘He does miss you though, he doesn’t need to tell anyone that. It shows in his every move, we all miss you at camp.’

‘Does he miss Rufio? Does he even speak about him?’ (Y/N) asked sharply.

Felix looked down and was surprised by the speed in which (Y/N) had reached his side.

‘I’m sorry, I was taking out my anger for Pan on you and it was wrong. I know you lost a friend in Rufio’s murder the same as I lost a love.’

‘I did, and we have lost so much since.’

At his words he saw her eyebrows come together in worry and confusion.

‘Come inside, we will talk more there. You can tell me how my boys are.’ she said as she led him towards her home.

‘I can tell you that now, they are all hungry and miserable.’ Felix said as he followed.

(Y/N) opened her door and let in her first ever guest.

Felix glanced around with at least mild interest in the modern setting he found himself in, but he was clearly searching for something.

‘Where is the kitchen? Is there food?’ Felix asked.

 (Y/N) pointed to the kitchen door and followed behind Felix.

‘I’ll start you off with a sandwich but I’ll make a full dinner for you too, enough for you to take back to camp.’

‘A sign of good faith?’ he asked as he sat at the table and watched you move around the kitchen.

‘Concerned friend, I told you I had no grudges with you all; I would never make any of you choose between me and Pan. I will help you all whenever you need me, but I will have nothing to do with him. I will not see him on peaceful terms, the second he is in my sight I’m going to kill him.’ 

‘Then don’t look at him, but he needs to speak with you. I will not return to camp until you agree. I complete my task every time without fail.’ Felix said seriously as he dug into the sandwich that was placed in front of him.

‘I know your commitment to following Pan’s orders but this time he gave you an impossible task, I will not meet him for any reason in this world or the next. If he has information that he thinks is vital to me then he can send you with that message, other than that I will have no communication with him.’ (Y/N) said firmly as she went about cooking a large pot of beef stew.

Felix watched her move her hands elegantly around as she summoned ingredients from thin air.

It had been so long since Peter had performed any magic for the camp that Felix almost looked amazed.

“Keep your mask up Felix, she must not see through you.” Pan’s voice rang in his mind and he kept his face indifferent.

She began to chop the vegetables and a mild uncomfortable silence settled in on the pair of reunited friends.

‘What has been happening at camp?’ (Y/N) asked, breaking the silence.

‘There are no animals for us to hunt, and we certainly aren’t getting our pirate supply anymore. The island is living on borrowed time, I’d say we have less than a year before it’s inhabitable.’

He watched tensely as she stilled her movements and processed the bad news he had delivered, it was obvious that things were going just as Pan was hoping.

She would battle her hate for him with her love for the Lost Boys and because she was good the love would win.

With a large and visibly fuming sigh she threw up her hands in defeat.

‘When?’

‘As soon as you can get there, he’s there now waiting for you. I urged him to bring provisions but he refused, he can go longer than most without food but not forever (Y/N).’

She scoffed and went back to her cooking and conjuring and began to gripe the same way she always had in Felix’s company.

‘If he thinks threatening to starve himself will push me to hurry then that’s his mistake. He can rot for all I care.’ she hissed as her movements became less graceful and more aggressive.

‘I will get there at my own pace.’ she said firmly.

And not surprising, to Felix at least, she stuck to her words and cooked for nearly four more hours. While she waited on the food to get ready she made more and more sandwiches.

Felix did his best to keep their conversations as pleasant as they always had been back when the boys spoke of the infamous “Happily Ever After” finally making its way to Neverland. 

He gave her all the gossip that he’d thought she’d have found entertaining and she told him how she stayed sane all by herself out here.

It was only after she had been reduced to showing him her crafting projects that she gave in to the fact that she had no other reason to procrastinate her meeting with Pan.

‘Take the whole pot I enchanted it to stay full no matter how much you take out. It should last a few days. Tell the boys not to fight over it.’ she directed.

Felix took the pot and held it with both hands.

‘Thank you; I don’t know what Pan is planning and I don’t have the mind to guess what the outcome could be, but thank you. You were more than a mother to me, you were a friend…the only one I have left now.’ Felix said before his common sense could shut his mouth.

‘You were my best friend too Felix.’ (Y/N) said back, but her face was already beginning to show suspicion.

Soon (Y/F/C) smoke engulfed his body, when it cleared he was back at the camp and just that fast the boys were swarming the pot he was holding.

Back at your little cottage you stared at the spot where Felix had been mere seconds ago, distrust still written all over your face.

Felix was your best friend, and he knew more than he claimed he did; and whatever he knew he didn’t like it.

Sure he kept his mask on the whole visit and that was how you knew something was up, because when he actually relaxes Felix is an open book.

Pan was planning something, but it didn’t matter; you promised to kill him and you meant to keep that promise.

Deciding it was better to get this done quickly, you quickly transported yourself to the cave on Skull Rock.

It had been decades…maybe even centuries, but it was just as it had been the first and only other time you’d ever seen it. The same skull shaped stones and the same giant hourglass.

The hourglass was the only thing that showed any sign of time passing at all here, it had been about half full when she first saw it but now it was getting very close to empty.

Almost entranced by it you stepped closer to it, looking at your reflection in the curved glass, you took in the details of the hourglass. Its golden carvings and the unnatural light it gave off in the complete darkness of the cave.

 This hourglass ruined your life.

This stupid fucking hourglass that was the hellish timer of Peter Pan’s life, the fucking hourglass he used your love to refill.

‘Of course it all ends up here.’ you scoffed to herself.

It all started here didn’t it? Pan wanted to live forever and to do that he needed strong undying magic, and love is the strongest magic in all the classic fairy tales. He snatched you, an unloved military brat with no friends and no real social skills away from your home to use your feelings.

Feelings he always knew would arise in you, no matter how you looked at it you had been used and manipulated by Peter since the very moment you had met him. It was Stockholm syndrome outright.

He’d kidnapped you and made you love him.

Movement in the reflection of the glass made you snap out of your own head long enough to see that Peter was on the other side of the hourglass, watching you through the glass.

‘I’m glad you came.’ he greeted.

‘I came to kill you.’ you said coldly as you conjured a sleek and sharp dagger into your hand.

‘I know, but you said you’d kill me if you saw me again. All I see is glass.’

‘The glass is see-through.’ you said as you began to walk around the hourglass.

‘And once I walk around I’m going to see you directly.’ you continued.

‘I was hoping we could have this chat without the old trying to kill me game.’ Peter said as he began walking as well, keeping a pace that kept him out of your direct view while keeping eye contact through the glass.

‘I thought Peter Pan loved games.’ you snarled.

‘He does…but I am not Peter Pan.’ 

At that you finally stopped circling the hourglass.

‘What?’

‘This is the last game I want to play with you. This last real game I can truly control, win or lose. It’s going to be a game where you make a decision after I tell you something.’

‘What will you tell me?’

‘Everything, and after if you don’t want to stay by my side I will grant you safe passage off the island…before it is too late.’

For a long moment it was quiet as you thought over what Pan had offered.

An explanation, and a choice. Two things that could do nothing to change or justify what had happened but you had craved those things so long you couldn’t imagine turning either of them down.

‘Who are you if you’re not Peter Pan?’ you finally asked.

You watch the boy on the other side of the glass visibly sigh in relief.

‘My name was Malcolm, when I was a boy I would dream of flying in Neverland. This island was the most beautiful and perfect place to be. I would cry all day in anger at being away from it, but I got older and suddenly I couldn’t come back.’ He started, his eyes leaving yours for the first time as he looked at the opening of the cave dreamily at the grim island.

‘If you had seen it then, when the pixies still tended the tree and everyone could fly for as long as they wanted…to lose it overnight. I couldn’t stay a boy forever and the island isn’t too fond of grown ups. I was miserable in adulthood.’

Adulthood? 

‘I drank, I stole, I gambled…I had a child.’ he continued.

‘You have a kid?!’ you gasped out right, unable to mask your surprise.

Peter, or should you call him Malcolm, nodded in shame.

‘A son, a little runt that always needed something that I had to do heinous things to provide. Following after me whenever I went to do anything for myself…like a vulture coming to feast on the corpse of my life.’ he snarled.

This time you flinched at the amount of hate and revulsion that came out in the way Peter said those words. It wasn’t him being dramatic or overly emotional, he genuinely had hate for his son.

‘But my son did do one good thing for me in the end…not by choice of course. He was my ticket back to this place.’ he said as his reflection blurred through the glass.

You watched in near horror as Peter aged before your very eyes. He was no longer the blonde boy you were once so attracted to or even the demon boy who had watched Rufio’s killer walk free.

You couldn’t stand it, you needed to see it clearly. Before you could stop yourself you were running around the hourglass to finally see him head on, but the second you met his eyes your feet were nailed to the cave floor.

He was a man now, a middle aged man with a hairline that was beginning to recede and a beard that was graying.

His clothes seemed to have aged as well, they were suddenly ragged and the color faded in random places as if they had been worn long past their best days.

‘This is the man who chose to trade his son for eternal life and youth, the man…’ the man stopped as if he was fighting against the words trying to come out of his mouth.

‘The man who is terrified of growing old and dying, above all else I don’t want to die (Y/N).’ the old man said, looking pleadingly into your eyes.

It was in that instant you saw him in those eyes, Peter’s eyes.

How many times had you gotten lost in those eyes while the two of you practiced your magic, or while you laid next to each other in bed.

‘I know that you hate me…I know I deserve your hate, but please understand that I never wanted any harm or hardship to come to you. You were everything to me from the second I met you, hell even before that.’

‘Why? Why me? Why was I the one you chose to love?’

The old man reached into his raggedy pants pocket and pulled out an ancient looking folded parchment and handed it to you.

‘I drew this when I was sixteen, truly just a sixteen year old boy in the Enchanted Forest, I used to draw in the daytime when I had no chores. No one modeled for me and I had no inspirational muse in my mind, but I drew this.’

You looked at him as you took the parchment, studying him now that he was this close; it felt so…wrong. This was wrong, this old man couldn’t possibly be Peter Pan, Peter couldn’t be this man. This man was old and heavyset, he even smelled older.

You turned from him, choosing to inspect the drawing he’d handed you instead, unfolding it carefully as to not rip the fragile old thing. Once it was fully spread out you found yourself looking down at your own face sketched almost perfectly in thick charcoal lines.

‘What the hell?’ you gasped.

‘Being a gambler, and a pretty bad one at that, I couldn’t hold on to many personal belongings. For some unknown reason I could never part from that drawing, I traveled with it, I kept it in my hidden pockets when I slept. Even when I jumped into the portal that brought me back to this island with my son this drawing was in my boot.’ Malcolm started to explain.

‘Imagine my surprise when I went to the shadow and asked if there was a way to keep the hourglass forever full, only for it to tell me that it had answered that question a long time ago.’ he finished.

‘You’re talking destiny and- and written in stars type of nonsense.’ you said in disbelief.

‘How did you find me? If all you had was this drawing, how did you find my house in Texas?’ you questioned.

The old man let out a breath of unamused laughter.

‘I wondered how I would find you too for a long while, but thankfully you made it easier.’

‘How?’

‘You felt unloved. That’s the easiest thing for the shadow to find, it had a large area to search; a lot of realms, but it found you. When I first saw you on the beach it felt surreal, like meeting an imaginary friend in the flesh. Of course the girl you turned out to be was not the meek little thing I had imagined, you were far better than I could have dreamed and I loved you more than I knew how to.’ He answered.

Your head was spinning, all of it was too much for you to process. The most inconvenient thing you’d had to deal with for the last few years was unsuccessful art projects, now you were looking at past memories and wondering how much of it was prophesied.

‘I need you, (Y/N). Beyond that I love you, and if you will have me then everything will be as it was. You and me, the camp, the Lost Boys, the mag-’

‘Rufio? Will he be as he was?’ you interrupted, your head suddenly clearing.

‘I could have forgiven the divorce, I could have forgiven a broken heart and tear soaked pillows; but I will never forgive that. I won’t forgive you letting them go, no matter who you are. Peter, Pan or Malcolm, Rufio put his life on the line for you and he lost it.’ you said looking up at him through watery eyes.

‘I couldn’t avenge him, and I regret that but I need Wendy alive, we could live without the extra food, but without her the plan would have fallen apart. I have to keep this island alive (Y/N), I have to. I can’t do that without either your love or the heart of the Truest Believer; I want to do it with you and with love. I don’t want to do it by ripping out my great grandson’s heart.’ Malcolm tried desperately to explain.

‘Your great grandson? He is the Truest Believer?’ you gasped in astonishment.

Peter had never told you the full details of his back up plan to keep the glass full after he’d ended things, and in all honesty you hadn’t wanted to know. You never imagined he had to spill blood; you never dreamed it would be his own blood he would have to spill.

Then again you never thought he had any blood to spill to begin. 

You had met him as a teenage boy on a make believe island where time stood still. Why would you think he had a child? That the child had a grandchild he has been willing to kill this whole time?

‘Yes, he is the product of light and dark magic and he believes twice as hard as anyone else because of it. He is the back up plan; with his heart in my chest the glass will never empty, the magic will be strong again.’

‘And your great grandson would be what exactly? Roaming around the island with no heart in his chest!’ you yelled in sudden frustration.

‘My God! Even now! Here and now, as you are pleading with me to come back you are willing to kill another innocent boy! I don’t want to be near you Peter or Malcolm or anyone who is willing to watch others die for their own gain!’

‘I never claimed to be a saint.’ Malcolm replied.

‘You claimed to be the leader of the Lost Boys!’ you screamed in a rage as literal decades of frustration boiled over.

‘A leader they followed and respected! They followed you into battle without hesitation because they were thankful for the home you provided! They followed you, Rufio followed you! You put your stupid plan before the lives of every boy at camp! A plan you never would have needed if you had just had the sense to speak openly with me!’ you shouted as hot tears streamed your cheeks and a lump formed in your throat.

‘If you had just been-I never would have loved him! I wouldn’t see him bloody and broken in my dreams every night.’ you said around sobs as you tried uselessly to wipe away your tears.

‘(Y/N).’ 

It was Peter’s voice.

You looked back up at him and took in his face, the same boy you met on that beach.

He reached out to touch you, but you backed away, remembering the old man he really was.

‘Don’t.’ you said firmly.

‘I loved you Peter, the hourglass was full, the magic was strong; you ruined it. You dragged me here like a mythical monster, made me fall in love with a lie and broke my heart. Now you are considering killing your own family to do what I had already done for you, what good man does that?’

‘I am not a man (Y/N), I was never meant to be. I am Peter Pan the boy who can never grow up, that is who I am. Malcolm, that disgusting old man was just what time wants to turn me into and I hate him. I hate him and his life and responsibilities, all I care for is-’

‘You. All you care about is you Peter Pan…and I didn’t know that until right now.’ you interrupted.

‘Please, all I care for is the home I have created with you at my side. Just allow me the opportunity to regain your trust and love.’

‘No; you lose this game Peter.’ you declared.

A look of stunned horror crossed Peter’s eyes as the words hit his ears.

‘I was unloved at home, I can admit that; but I know what love is and what it isn’t. It’s not lying, it’s talking to each other about the future, it’s trusting someone with all your secrets and dreams. You didn’t trust me then, and I don’t trust you now.’ you continued.

‘You promised safe passage off the island if I didn’t come back to you. I want to go home.’

In the magical light of the hourglass you saw a lone tear slide down Peter’s face, but then the watery eyes hardened.

‘You would leave?’

‘Even if your horrific plan plays out the way you want, why should I stay? I’m not coming back to camp and I’m not coming back to you. I had the best times here once, and with time standing still I thought the best times would never end, but they did. They ended when you ended us, new good times came with Rufio…and that time has ended too.’ you replied with finality.

‘There can be better times!’ Peter shouted, seeming to finally lose his composure.

‘You would leave this paradise?! Leave the magic you’ve mastered, the Lost Boys?! Me!?’ he raged.

‘Yes, and you shouldn’t have offered me a way out if you weren’t ready for me to take it. You’ve made a promise and I expect you to keep it…unless your word is meaningless.’

‘Don’t test me! I’ve broken promises a plenty (Y/N).’

‘If you don’t keep this one, I will make good on my promise to you.’ you said, holding up your dagger and pointing at him.

Peter took a deep breath and let out a sigh that sounded so tired only an old man could have let it out.

‘Fine.’ he said angrily as he reached into his pocket.

He pulled out something small and glowing green.

‘A magic bean, rare in every other realm; but I had sent my shadow to retrieve one as soon as I mastered my magic. He found one and I planted it; these beans are how I physically travel from realm to realm at ease.’

‘Magic beans? Like Jack and the Beanstalk?’ you asked with mild doubt.

‘Take it, think about where you want to be and how it makes you feel. Once you have it, throw it on the floor and jump in before the portal closes.’ Peter instructed, his tone rough and impersonal as he offered the bean to you.

With caution you took the bean and examined it, it was certainly not an edible bean. It felt like a smooth crystal between your fingers and appeared to be completely clear aside from  the swirling green smoke that was inside of it.

‘Just think happy thoughts.’ you said under your breath, remembering the old Disney movie.

‘Were you truly so unhappy? Even if you don’t come back to me or camp. Why not stay in that cottage, why do you have to leave? I can still fix this.’ Peter tried again, this time the desperation poured out of his voice.

‘How can you fix it? By fixing the island, by killing your family? The fact that that is even an option to you is why I have to leave. I can’t stay here if I know an innocent boy had to be butchered for it.’

‘Then come back, don’t make me kill him.’ Peter begged, taking hold of your face as tears again filled his eyes.

‘God, do you hear yourself? If you really don’t want to then don’t, but don’t pin that decision on me. It's your beloved island, it’s your family and your choice to make. As much as I’d wish you’d make the right one, I know that you won’t; but I’ve already made mine.’ you said as you stepped away from him.

‘(Y/N) please… I love you. You felt it in every kiss we shared. I don’t want you to leave the island, if you do I may never be able to find you again.’

‘Could you come with me then? If it is really my love that is important to you, and not just the hourglass.’ you offered bitterly.

You knew the answer, but when Peter couldn’t even meet your eyes you scoffed in disappointment and disgust.

You put a good amount of distance between yourself and Peter and looked him in the eyes as you threw down the bean.

As soon as you heard the soft thud of the bean hitting the stone floor a glowing green soft ball size hole appeared. It seemed to suck the very air into itself because suddenly it felt as though you were being pulled into a black hole.

As the wind seemed to grow stronger the hole was widening.

‘(Y/N)!’ Peter yelled over the rushing winds and the crackling noise of strong magic.

‘It doesn’t have to be this way!’

‘It didn’t!’ you agreed, speaking to him for the last time.

With your breath held and your eyes closed you bent your knees and jumped into the glowing green portal.

It felt like jumping into a freezing cold pool but you were sure there was no water, you looked up at the opening of the portal and saw Peter.

He stood there at the edge, looking at you disappear; even now he still chose his island and power over you. 

Soon the opening began to shrink, and before you knew it Peter was gone. 

The horrible cold went on for a few more seconds before she was suddenly slammed onto something soft, but the landing was so hard it left you winded.

You gasped and coughed as you tried to catch your breath.

As your breathing steadied you began taking in your surroundings.

You were in bed, in your old room back in Texas. Everything was just as it always was. Posters of your favorite  musicians on the walls, laundry hamper in the corner by the computer desk. Military school paraphernalia decorating the bookshelf.

‘I’m really home.’ you gasped as you sat up.

‘(Y/N)!’ 

You hadn’t heard the voice in what must have been a century at least, but you recognized it even before the door was nearly ripped off the hinges.

‘Sargent!’ you said, instinctively standing and saluting.

But to your absolute surprise he did not reply, at least not verbally.

For what felt like the first time your father wrapped his arms around you in an honest to God hug. Not just a hand on your shoulder or a pat on the back while delivering an award, a real bone crushing hug of a worried father.

‘We were so worried. It’s been months, we’ve been looking for you.’

‘I’m sorry…Dad I didn’t think you would worry.’ you apologized as you returned the hug.

‘Your mother is still putting out your missing flyers, dammit girl where have you been?’ your dad asked as he looked you over for injuries.

That was when it all sank in, you were home, your parents had cared; if they loved you here, Pan would never be able to find you again.

No more Neverland, no more magic, no campfire dancing; the realization of it making her cry that much harder. It was all over.

‘I was in the wrong place…I was with the wrong person.’

[neverland93]

Peter Pan Imagine/ All The Time

Peter kisses your neck as you drink your tea and sit by the fire alone

It was late at night and you were enjoying the silence

“You’re horny all the time.” You stated annoyingly

“No you’re just hot all the time.” He said winking

You couldn’t help but laugh

[fenny-self-ships]

hey there can I get a Peter Pan x femreader imagine. Where Peter Pan saves femreader from Captain Hook. .(Peter pans in love with femreader 🤭) Thank you so much!🫶🏼

I've never really written imagines before, so what better prompt for a first try! Just a short little drabble to get the hang of it, I hope it's alright <3

Peter Pan saves you (imagine)~!

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What rotten luck. Terrible, awful, rotten luck, to find yourself tied crudely to the bow of Hook's ship. He'd captured you, whisked you away in the dead of night, no doubt as bait to finally lure Peter into his grasp. You'd known he'd been after him for years, decades even! Peter loved to regale stories of their battles to you before you went to bed.

Even so, with all this knowledge, all these tales, you couldn't have prepared yourself for a burlap sack tugged over your head by a man twice your size. So there you sat, arms fastened to your side, pirates singing and cheering all around you as they paraded you through the shores of Neverland. The Captain sat further back, by the wheel, chuckling to himself over a pint of cheap rum. Every now and again, he'd raise his glass in your direction, toasting your friend's demise.

"Here, here!! To the death of Peter Pan!!" He'd shout, and the dozen or so men assigned to watch over you would whoop and tease.

What rotten luck.

But rotten luck never lasts. Your companion was a crafty fellow, and he hadn't made a name for himself without picking up on Hook's tricks. He knew the layout of every plan, every nook and cranny of the ship, inside and out. He knew the blind spots; and he knew the crew would be too drunk on their own pride to notice him creeping up the underside of the hull, hands tucked nonchalantly behind his head. Not a care in the world! When he creeped into your view, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. He'd always been so cocky.

He shot you a wink as he untied the knots at your wrists. The pirates continued to chant.

"To the death of Peter Pan!!"

The ropes loosened, just enough for you to slip out of your bindings and fall from the bow, directly into Peter's arms. He was scrawny, but strong, and held you up with ease, letting out a silent chuckle.

"Miss me??" He hissed. When you open your mouth to speak, he doesn't let you answer, holding a finger close to your mouth. It would seem today, shockingly, he'd favour a silent exit. One that the band of marauders wouldn't notice until it was too embarrassingly late for any comeback... how strange! Usually he was such a sucker for theatrics. He couldn't go a single place without making his presence known. The sight of him holding you close, slipping under the bow and fluttering off without so much as rude gesture back towards ol' Hook was one you had to fight yourself from questioning the whole flight back to hangman's tree.

He set you down on the ground with shocking care, and almost instantly cupped your face in his hands, examining it closely for cuts or bruises. His boyish face scrunched up in concern.

"What did that damn codfish do to you??" He demanded. His heart was racing. You must have scared him to death! Even if he didn't quite like to show it...

He'd have searched you all over if it weren't for your laughing, your insistence that he hadn't harmed a hair on your head. Only then did he allow himself to smile. He punched you in your arm, of course -- punishment for getting yourself caught -- but made up for it with one of the warmest hugs he could manage. He knew you weren't weak, that you'd have given Hook a run for his money, but damnit, he cared about you way too much to risk it.

He was just glad you were ok.

[eleonoraalbright]

 Happy Thoughts

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader

Summary: You think of a bit of an embarrassing (but happy) thought to fly when Peter Pan shares some of his pixie dust. Fortunately for you, he seems to have his suspicions of what it is.

You shifted your position on the damp ground. A heavy dew covered grass and dirt underneath, making it uncomfortable to stay sitting in one place for too long. A rare, peaceful silence reigned over the early morning of the island, punctured only by a Neverbird’s solemn cries on the distant shores every few minutes.

Not even a jaguar’s yowling was heard to disturb the tranquility that blanketed the jungle. Your eyes darted around the forested area, waiting for a single action that would change the quiet environment into the wild and tumultuous atmosphere once again.

Nothing happened, causing your apprehensiveness to increase second by second. You blew out a long breath to calm your frayed nerves and focused on your task. Your spear shaft had split in two the day before when fishing; it broke when you slipped on the slick rocks in the river and fell on the weapon.

Repairing the spear was tedious, but you counted yourself lucky that it was a broken spear and not a broken rib instead. Such an injury would be a death sentence here in Pan’s kingdom as he wasn’t the most caring person when it came to tending to the wounded.

You jumped slightly when a strong hand gripped your shoulder. You glanced to your left to see none other than Peter Pan himself. His lips were twisted in his usual sly smirk; he seemed to take enjoyment from startling you.

You tilted your head away from him in an effort to put distance between you two. Were your eyes playing tricks on you in the dim light, or did he move an inch closer to close the gap? 

He said in a low voice, “You’re rather tense today.”

You gave him a halfhearted smile. “Gotta stay vigilant to keep outta trouble.”

“That’s probably a good attitude to have here.” He edged near and his lips brushed against your ear as he continued, “Still where’s the fun in not getting into any trouble?”

You grinned back. “Now’s the time for work, not trouble–” You held up your splintered weapon. “–Unless you wanted to play a trick on the boys while they’re sleeping?”

“No, not this morning. I came here because I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay, what is it?” You placed your broken spear on the ground and stood up, dusting off your clothes. When Pan asked someone to do a task, it came first. To your surprise, he offered his hand to you. You took it with a little hesitation as he had never done this before.

His fingers intertwined with your own and he led you away from the slumbering camp. He followed a well-beaten trail which you realized led to the cliffs on the Eastern side of the island. He talked as you both plodded along the path. 

“Are you familiar with pixie dust?”

You racked your brain for any possible information on the subject so as not to appear ignorant in front of your leader. “Uh, fairies make it and it’s important?”

“That is the general gist, but do you know why it’s valued?” You shook your head no. Why was he asking you these questions? Did he have a plan involving pixie dust? While pondering a feasible reason for his sudden interest, you came out of the jungle to the cliffs.

Pan released his grip on your hand and breathed in the ocean’s salty air. Clouds stretched across the horizon, blocking the dawn’s rays. You heard the waves crash far, far below. It was a magnificent sight to behold. Pan spoke which caused your attention to snap back to him. “Do you?”

“Um, I’ve heard rumors that it can find gold or silver if sprinkled over a pickax.” 

“That’s rubbish.” The visceral disgust with which he said it made you wince. Well, that had been the wrong thing to say; it’d be best to keep silent except when you knew the answer for certain. “It gives one the power to fly.” You gasped at the information. The ability to fly, how wonderful! 

You had often daydreamed of soaring in the sky like the birds did. Why was he telling you this? Was it possible that he had acquired some? As if in answer to your unsaid question, Pan untied an unremarkable pouch from his belt and raised it to eye level. “As it happens our dear friends, Hook and his crew, have procured some for my use.”

“That’s great, but what’s this got to do with me?”

“That’s what I like about you, wasting no time and always getting to the heart of the issue.” Pan tossed the pouch in the air and caught it. “Once you pour the dust over yourself, you must think of a happy thought to fly. Would you like to try it?” Wow, you didn’t think he’d offer. You opened your mouth to say yes, but paused.

You would love to fly, swoop in and out of the clouds, and see the entire island from high above. It was too good to be true. Peter Pan didn’t seem like the type to share such a glorious experience. What was the catch? He must have noticed your misgivings because he said, “Do you think it would be wise to rebuff my generosity?”

You took the hint (or threat) and reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of green glittery dust. You pondered on Pan’s next instruction: Think of a happy thought. You liked romping around with the Lost Boys, but was that a happy enough thought?

You liked laying on the beach, soaking up the warm sunshine. That was restful, but were you truly happy or just content? It wouldn’t do if you messed up this opportunity by not thinking of a happy enough thought. Pan wouldn’t be pleased if you wasted his pixie dust. You cleared your throat. “Does it have to be a happy memory or…”

“It doesn’t have to be a memory, just a happy thought. What’s the first one that comes to you?”

Your gaze fell upon his lips and the thought of him kissing you flew into your mind. Butterflies flitted around in your stomach; if that wasn’t a happy thought then you weren’t sure what was. Smiling, you flung the dust on yourself and concentrated on the thought of Peter pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

You felt a tingling sensation overtake your entire body. It was as if a dozen feathers danced over your skin, causing goosebumps, and a laugh escaped you at the ticklish feeling. You floated a few feet up in the air. It was similar to how you floated in the water, but a thousand times lighter. 

You twirled in circles and moved your arms in a swimming motion to move forward. You maneuvered over the cliffs, looking down at the ocean below. Peter grinned at the sight and he sprinkled some dust onto himself as well.

He started to hover in midair too and taking your hand, flew higher up. You and Pan glided through the sky; the jungle beneath you was a dark green mass with colorful spots of flora sprouting up at random. 

You spied what you assumed was a wolf pack drinking from a small pool of water, and the camp where the Lost Boys were now waking up. You swept past the tree tops and heard the monkeys chattering in surprise at the fliers.

Pan pointed upwards and flew higher and higher up until he was lost among the clouds. You followed him the best you could, but it was clear that he had more experience with this. 

Seeing his boot poking out of a bunch of clouds, you flew towards it. As you came closer, he popped out to drag you into the cloud, thus soaking your clothes. He let go and disappeared again. It became a game of hide and seek, Peter concealing himself within the cloud puffs and you attempting to catch him. During the game you and Peter came across a flock of birds you had never seen before. 

They were about your size and had long, thin beaks. Their plumage was a dazzling rainbow ranging from a deep scarlet to a pale lilac color. Peter plucked a feather from one of the poor birds who gave a loud squawk and tried to peck him. Paying it no mind, Peter gave the feather to you. Thanking him, you stuck it in your hair and soared off to plunge once more into the clouds. 

After a while, you were out of breath from the exertion of flying. Who knew it would be this tiring. You decided to lay on your back and simply float and he joined.

It was so relaxing you didn’t notice the pixie dust wearing off, however, Peter did. Enjoying the weightlessness and the tropical breeze blowing by, your eyes closed and you slipped into a light nap as he carried you down. 

While Pan hung a few feet above the ground, he looked at your dozing form and dropped you. Landing with a big thump on the ground, you woke up. “Ow!” You rubbed the back of your head where you felt a small bump already growing.

Pan smiled as he lowered himself with far more gentleness. That’s what you get for falling asleep in Pan’s arms. You were just lucky he didn’t drop you from a greater height. 

Peter snickered and sat down next to you. “Have a good time?” 

“I did. The last bit was a bit abrupt, but all the same… Thank you, Pan, for sharing the pixie dust with me. It was a terrific thing to be flying and I’ll never forget it.” You were positive that every night after this would be spent trying to recapture the absolute dream that this morning was. 

“I’m glad it worked. I wasn’t sure if Hook was telling the truth about the dust. I half expected it to turn you into a worm.” It wasn’t shocking to know he used you as a test subject; this wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last, such was the price to live in Pan’s domain. You were never safe in Neverland but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any fun to be found. He asked, “Tell me, what was your happy thought?”

You froze at the innocent question. You had to lie to him. It would be disastrous if Pan discovered your happy thought was locking lips with him. Pretending to be indifferent, you stretched yourself on the grass and answered him. “A big feast. One with lots of good food.”

Pan scoffed, “Food? Really? That was your happy thought.”

“What? Food can’t bring happiness? Food’s delicious and you can’t survive without it. Anyway, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Granted, it can bring happiness but not the amount that the pixie dust requires. Do you wish to know mine?” You shook your head no and began to say that you didn’t when he drew nearer. He placed his hands on either side of your reclined body.

He said, “I thought of you.” Your eyes widened at his confession and your astonishment grew as he continued saying, “Your smile in particular. Did you know that it's the most beautiful sight in Neverland? Not even the mermaids can hold a candle to it and they’re quite the charmers too you know.” His head dipped lower until his lips were a hair’s breadth away from yours. 

You remained motionless in case the smallest movement should have him reconsider the action he was seconds away from doing. Your eyes fluttered close as Peter pressed his lips against yours in a delicate kiss. Your heart was beating so fast it seemed it would burst from all the excitement and ecstasy it was experiencing. 

The kiss was exactly as you had imagined it would be but better because it was no longer a silly fantasy to be indulged in late at night when you were alone. This was reality; the most marvelous reality ever. Feeling him start to pull back, you cupped the back of his head to prolong the kiss. You wouldn’t be satisfied by a mere peck. Peter had no qualms about this and even grazed his tongue along your bottom lip. 

He sank down so his body was parallel to yours. You encircled your arms around his neck to bring him closer. How long you remained there, coiled within each other's heated embrace was a mystery. It felt all too short yet the longest period of your life. A rustle from the bushes caused you two to break apart. 

The wind picked up and a strong gust rushed through the forest. You cursed the stupid air currents for their poor timing. You would have wanted to carry on with kissing except Peter took the opportunity to say, “Are you still sure it was food you thought of to fly?”

You ran your fingers through his hair which had been your dream for a long while. “It seems there is no keeping secrets from you, Peter Pan.” In this one instance, you were grateful for his insatiable desire to know all the going ons in his island.

“You could have been honest with me the first time I asked. We needn't have gone through this to have the truth.” Peter rolled over to his side and traced the outline of your nose and the curves of your lips.

“Yes, but I prefer it this way, don’t you?”

His only response was another kiss.

[chloe-skywalker]

One & Only - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,781

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The boys look at her with sympathy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taglist: @padawancat97

[s1ater]

cherry pie.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

summary. reader never would have thought about getting high until she seems to have lost all her morals in one night with a boy she had never met before.

warnings. swearing, underage drinking and smoking

ricky rocks. YALL PLEASEEE bare with me. you can probably tell this is an older story because of the format, but just disregard the first half, i know it’s the lower end of my writing. it kinda gets better 😬 (edit: this story is so mid, i’m just trying to clear my drafts)

the room danced with colors, so many colors and shades you seemed to have never seen before. unfamiliar with their cause and purpose, unsure why you couldn’t touch them; it frightened you with the way they moved around, the way they twirled around your head like little ballerinas.

you swallowed, dropping your head back against the grungy brown couch sat in the corner of one of the back rooms of connor’s house, a boy you found yourself calling on day after day for the past two months for fun, and by fun you meant sex.

but tonight, you hadn’t seen the boy for what you could count as hours. there were other things on his mind rather than a high off their ass you. other pretty girls with less clothing on their bodies and longer hair that was paid more attention to than your own.

you couldn’t care less at that point in time as you felt so deep in a haze, nothing could pull your attention. nothing, until the seat next to you sunk in from the pressure of bodyweight and another high body, seeing the same things you were seeing, feeling the same things you were feeling. 

he just had it more under control. 

“you going to stare at the ceiling all day, love?”

you rolled your head to meet the eyes of a crazed blonde with matching brown eyes. delight swirled in his irises while he looked at you with also dazed eyes, almost ceased shut from swelling of the high. you looked amazed right back at him despite sober you would have been disturbed, never seeing a person so out of their mind.

“who are you?” you stared at him, shocked. 

“your new boyfriend,” he wiggled his eyebrows, jumping and readjusting himself up against you, his arm now slinging up and over you shoulders. a new kind of energy swelling through his chest, “i say we go on a date.”

he stared in front of him focused full hearty, as if visualizing something at that moment. you squinted, looking to where he was looking as if trying to see what he was seeing, but not enough weed could put you on his level. 

“i say, we leave right now, get some pie, maybe some coke. whatever you like sweetheart, i’ll give it to ya.” “I think your sweetheart wants some space, jake,” your eyes looked from the boy who sat next to you, jake, to the boy who now stood before the two of you, an unimpressed look on his face. his arm reached out to jake, practically yanking him from your side. “alright pal, let’s go for a walk.”

you watched jake stumble into him, “but louis, she’s pretty.”

louis glanced back over his shoulder as he begun to pull jake away from the couch and toward the door, now really coming to your attention. his eyes raked you up and down before smirking a little bit, nodding to himself, “sure man, she is.” 

he begun to walk away with jake wrapped around his shoulder before you got up fast almost tripping over your feet, not wanting them to go, “wait, i want a pie.” 

he looked back at you and your disoriented self. your shoulders were slung low, making you smaller than you actually were. your hair was all staticky, hanging above your head like a crown, and your eyes; dilated and filled with innocence.

he smirked, looking you up one more time before nodding you over, cuing you to follow after him, his arm still holding jake to his toes.

the boy’s car was blue. louis’ car was blue. it was one of those old, nice, restored cars that must have been worth thousands. the interior had light brown leather seating that made noise every time you shifted and readjusted yourself due to the old springs lying beneath. it made you giggle as you sat next to him in the front seat, jake lying in the back due to him not being just high, but rather cross faded. louis had apparently found him completely plastered out of his mind once he had first arrived at the party, leading him to hand jake a blunt to finalize his out-this-world experience. it wasn’t smart, but it kept louis entertained to say the least.

louis had glanced at you multiple times as he drove through the silent streets. he seemed eager or maybe even a little irritated as he watched you bounce around, lacking the ability to sit still as your eyes darted everywhere, from street lights to stop signs to anything that’d fully occupied your vision.

“have you ever been high before?” he asked, stopped at a stop light with red lights shading upon both your faces.

“nope,” your eyes wandered across the ceiling of his car. you ran your fingers along the soft carpeted interior—strange, but very stimulating and soft—making you feel all fuzzy inside of satisfaction. “louis, i love you car.”

he chuckles lowly, directing his eyes back to the road, “a lot of people do,” his lips were turned upwards into a slight smirk. it made the fuzzy feeling in your stomach turn warm as there was something very satisfying about just the way he looked. “we’re here.”

your eyes flick to the front of you where your visions bursts with neon lights beaming from the large “diner” sign pinned against the small vintage looking building. you're quick to slip out of the car to the euphoric sight.

“y/n!"

you stopped in your tracks at the sound of your name, glancing over your shoulder where your eyes immediately find a group of boys congregating together with one single boy appointed to attention to you. 

louis. 

"hold on. give me a minute, guys," you watch louis from five feet away, brush his friends off despite the yearning looks of amusement on all of their faces, looking between the both of you. he’s far from bothered or just doesn’t notice; brushing them off before meeting you to where you stood.

it was a wednesday after school. the sweet sound of louis’ voice and sight of his captivating face was the last thing you thought you’d come across. it must’ve been a mutual feeling with the way he looked you up and down, all winded looking. 

"you're a hard person to find."

"you've been looking for me?"

"of course," he has a cigarette in his mouth.

"I almost didn't think you were real."

"of course i'm real, sweetheart," he grins harder at you. "that fucked up, were you?"

you snort. if not being able to remember half of what took place that night counted for being fucked up, you took the trophy.

"well, alright. i'll take that as you had a pretty good night."

"one of the best."

“good,” he grins, “that’s a rare occasion for girls like you.”

“girls like me?” you scoff, arching a brow. his sentence could easily be something taken for offence, but the lighthearted tone to his voice only proved he was looking to mess with you. 

“yes,” he laughs with you. “usually drinking is the only thing you’d catch a teenage girl doing for non-sober purposes.” 

you nod, agreeing, because he wasn’t wrong, “i’ve had a fair amount of experience with alcohol and let me just say, i’ll be steering clear of that for a while.” 

“ah,” he tips forward on his feet in amusement. “i could’ve guessed you’re a wild one with your liquor, y/l/n. make some questionable choices.” 

you feel your face heat up in thought, “i won’t say you’re wrong.” 

louis lets out a small huff of laughter, before pausing all movement. he stares at you for a moment with narrow brows, as if trying his best to read you, “you ever wanna smoke with me, just let me know, alright?” he patted your back before suddenly walking past and away from you. your back was to him now but you could hear pat pat pat of his feet in the grass.

you frown, your eyes finding the cracks of the sidewalk as you think of how brief and unusual that was. you feel a large hole in your chest of unfulfillment. 

“louis, wait,” you shifted around rather quickly as a reality hit you, but you didn’t make any moves to chase after him. he turned as well as if waiting for it. “you uh, you didn’t tell connor i was with you guys, did you?”

yikes.

that’s not what he wanted to hear. 

louis pinched the bud of his cigarette, nodding to himself, thinking contently to his answer before exhaling, a thick cloud of white swirling out into the air before your eyes. you feel dazed, still high from the days before, filled with such naïve joy and lost thoughts of things you couldn’t remember now.

he threw his cigarette on the ground, eyes meeting yours again, only they were hard now and filled with no light heartedness like all times before. and his voice wasn’t soft or full of amusement either but dry as he stared you dead in the eyes, “why, he your boyfriend?”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes not meeting his for a while until after you thought about your answer. and it was an easy answer, no, but it was never something you’d ever consider a question. 

“no, no he’s not.”

“you sure about that?”

“not my type,” you smile slightly, examining louis’ pale cheekbones and facial features, the cold of the weather turning his complexion slowly red. your eyes drag to reach his red chapped lips.

him, he was your type. 

“enough of your type for you to fuck him,” he gave you a pointed look as if he had caught you in the act of something, and almost immediately your cheeks burned, like you were caught for something you knew you shouldn’t have been doing. 

you didn't understand why or how he knew. louis was someone you didn't know at all and what you and connor did was something you didn't tell anyone.

"you're surprised?"

"yes."

"why do you care what he knows, let alone fuck him?" he doesn't say anything more on how he knows like you hoped he would. "if he's not your type?"

you bite into your bottom lip, wincing because you didn't know the answer to it, "I don't."

"but you do," he slightly smiles but it's only out of annoyance as his voice catches up to cut you off on your lie. "I think you do, y/n. and you just don't want him to know we kissed."

"your mouth tastes like cherry."

"so does yours."

fuck.

"no, louis..." you wince, immediately regretting stopping him. "that's not what I meant. he doesn't mean anything to me."

he scoffs, "funny."

he doesn't believe you. not even close.

"you know he has label on you."

"a what?" you frown immediately, taking a step forward out of instinct.

“i’m a fool to think you’d ever stop liking him,” he holds his face, running his fingers along the sharp lines of his jawbone as he thinks about his idiotic hope that’d you so fastly fall for him as you did with connor. “foolish to think you’d drop him over one night.”

you’re even more confused now, “it was one night, louis.”

“you act like there isn’t the possibility that i’ve known you even before that night, y/n,” he has a smile that comes on his face but it isn’t something genuine. it’s annoyed. “your jerkoff of a boyfriend isn’t as secretive about you as you think.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

he scoffs, “you keep saying that.”

“because it’s true.”

“do you know what he says about you?”

“obviously not, louis,” four steps forward, four steps closer. “you keep speaking of ‘labels’ and whatever, but why don’t you just say it. what does he say about me that is so crazy?”

he didn’t expect the sudden brief and assertiveness you pull with your movement and words. it knocks him into a slight revelation as all he can do is stare at you and breathing, memorizing this side of you. 

“did he say i was a whore?” that was the only possible thing that you could think of at that moment that could be so bad. “he tell you i was a slut?”

it’s silent. you watch him think and the way he unintentionally avoids your hard stare with the thought process.

“ask him yourself.”

**

“has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes.”

you feel your face burn upon the comment. everything in your body felt as if was about to burst upon the simple company of louis. even though it had to of been hours since connor’s house, and the diner, and even dropping jake off at his own home, you still felt out of your mind in the best way possible. all of your sense were still high, but your vision was fuzzy and you felt lag in your movement.

how were you still high?

“you have,” you felt yourself giggle, to which he smiles with a tip of his head, watching you.

“cute,” his fingers rubbed against his mouth in thought before reaching to you. you felt yourself inhale sharply at his sudden movement and hold your breath once they reached their destination; raking through your hair. “how does he do that to you?”

“what?”

“nothing,” he shook his head, still twisting his fingers through soft strands of your hair. you feel yourself relax, watching him and the way he seemed so focused on just you. “you’re just very pretty, y/n.”

you feel your eyes slightly widen, but his face doesn’t shift at all. he’s calm, while you feel your entire body burst once more into heat. you’re itching to move, you can’t just sit still in that burning warmth beneath his stare. you feel yourself move, leaning forward on your knees so your lips meet louis’.

louis smiles against the pressure of your lips against his--he almost forgets to kiss you back because of it. 

almost. 

his hands rack up and down the front of your body, lightly pressing into the hold he had around your rib cage, as if willing to crush you beneath his grasp as long as that meant you wouldn’t leave. this contact isn’t enough even for you. you want to feel him all over and the heavy hands holding your body isn’t enough. 

you’re on his lap now, one of your hands holding the top of his shoulder while the other claps his cheek. louis feels as if his own body is about to burst beneath you... this is all he has wanted, for a while, and now that he’s got it, he feels it’ll destroy him. you’re ignorant to his feelings, but you feel just as feverish with your heart thump-thumping within your chest, as if speaking to his. 

“your mouth tastes like cherry,” your chest is heaving up and down as you pull away, your wide stare boring into his own eyes with something of delirium. 

he’s smiling wide, tipping his head back against his seat to see your face better, “so does yours.” 

now you smile, “i like you louis.”

he almost groans, rolling his head side to side at the sound of those precious words, “you’re killing me,” he pulls the sentence straight out of his mouth like it was sarcastic, but he meant it, “say it again,” he wanted it. 

“i like you,” you repeat, this time his hand is on your cheek. “please kiss me.” 

oh, jeez. 

he stares, breathless, “okay.” 

***

it was a week after your fallout with louis and you couldn’t think about anything other than that. you felt a sudden emptiness and need for something that you barely even had; louis. 

every little micro interaction you had with him ran through your mind like a record, over and over till you felt you were going to throw yourself off a cliff. and it wasn’t just the connor comment--which was something you really, really couldn’t stop thinking about--but the seemingly quick liking he had taken to you. 

it had caught you off guard, but the more you thought about it, the more curious you became as to the whole thing; which was what led you here; connor’s house, on a friday night where he was once again throwing. 

“what have you been saying about me?” you stood in front of him, connor, your vision narrowed as you stared at him, examining him as if his whole existence was strange. 

“what?” his confusion was genuine as this question was rather abrupt and you made no attempt to make introductions. 

“you know louis partridge?” 

connor looks between you and the people he currently stood with, confusion still reeking his features, “yes..?”

“what have you been telling him about me?”

“you want to talk about this somewhere else?” 

“i want a straight answer,” you feel his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you away from his crowd without an answer from you. 

“which i can give you if you weren’t so vague... why are you talking to partridge?” 

“you got a problem?”

the two of you are stopped in front of a boy; jake. 

“no, man, i think we’re good,” connor pays him no mind, side stepping him fast with you still in grip, continuing to interrogate you. you ignore connor, watching jake the whole way you’re being pulled while he watches you. you feel as if the boy isn’t real, like he was someone you had made up when you were high, but there he was, staring just as shocked, but equally skeptical as you were pulled further and further from him. 

“are you listening to me, y/n?”

“what?” 

“i asked you what you were on about?” you’re now in an empty corner, secluded away from the rest of the party. “haven’t seen you in days and you’re on a tangent about a boy you barely know, what’s going on?”

you finally focus on him, barely processing the words he was putting in your ears, but you didn’t have to in order to hear the fake sympathy and concern. 

“how do you know louis?”

he shurgs, “see him every time i throw. gotta get to know my usuals.” 

“yeah, and how well have you gotten to know him?”

he shakes his head, feeling attacked, “why?”

“because i think it’s my right to know what you’ve been saying about me to him and whoever else,” the seal of your calmness breaks as you extend an arm out, ready to scold him for anything he was about to say. 

his expression drops in return, knowing any attempt to make you calm and make the situation subtle was out of his hands. connor knew you well enough to know you were too far into your frustration to calm you down. 

“what’re you talking about?”

but that didn’t mean he had to comply. 

“your new choice in men is obviously not working out for you. even they know i’m the best you’ll ever have.” 

“what?” your head drops forward, taken aback at the sudden escalation connor had taken to his approach in words. “what the fuck are you on about?” 

he smirks, pushing the red solo cup he had up to his lips, glancing around before looking back down to you, “why else do you think he lied to you about whatever it is you’re asking?”

“i can’t believe this,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “pull yourself out of that goddamn lie before you make yourself look even more like a fool. what have you been saying about me?”

“i find it best you don’t lie about this one, mate. you have an audience of witnesses,” there’s a hand on your back and a voice intervening. 

the two of you focus to louis who suddenly stands behind you, daring connor to push it. the boy looks confounded looking between you, louis, and the crowd of boys behind him. he doesn’t know what to do within the corner he had backed himself into. 

“whatever, this is my own fucking party. i don’t need to do shit,” he shoves past all of you. you all watch him storm away, not looking back, leaving you all to yourselves in the dust. 

“let’s talk,” louis says immediately the moment you look up to him, nodding off in a random direction. 

you slowly nod, following him. 

“i didn’t think you’d actually ask him.” 

a laugh gets caught in the back of your throat, shaking your head at the ignorance as he opens the passenger door to his car for you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he slides into his own side of the car. “but then again, what would i know about you?”

“a lot, apparently. more than i would guess,” you lean your head against the palm of your hand, staring at him carefully. “you gonna tell me what he said now?”

louis looks hesitant, not even looking at you anymore as he thinks on how to answer. he doesn’t want to answer, it’s that simple, but he owes it to you to give you something sense he was the one who told you in the first place. 

“when i met connor, he talked about you a lot. a lot for someone i barely saw. it was like every party he had something new to say or nothing new at all. as long as it was you he was talking about,” he smiles to himself, thinking of all the bragging and praising he had put into you, all for connor to just... “you were like a prize to him, y/n--until you weren’t. he called you easy, but you were his. he said he could walk you like a dog because he was the only guy you thought of.” 

you feel rage and annoyance fume in the base of your chest as he speaks. he can see it form in your eyes, take over any look of calmness or subtlety from before. you make a move to push yourself back and out the door but louis is quick to grab your arm, pulling you right back to him, only closer. 

“hold on there, cowgirl,” your almost in his lap. “you’re better than that.”

“am i?” you’re squirming, almost pulling from the grasp his grasp if it weren’t for how warm he made you feel.

“yeah,” he’s smiling at you. “why waste any more of your time with him anyways when you could just be here with me?”

you couldn’t help but fall victim to the pulling sensation on your lips to smile at him. you feel that fuzzy feeling creep up into your stomach at his stare like the first time you were both alone in his car and suddenly all your anger at connor melts away.

“only if you offer me cherry pie.”

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