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A walk in the woods

Reader x Ouat Peter Pan

TW: none 

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One spring evening in Neverland, Peter and I were walking through the woods. I was aimlessly following him as he babbled on about Felix and another lost boy not getting along. I was a whole other world away thinking about my future and what is to come.

“So that’s when I said, yeah of course you can rip his heart out” Peter says and laughs.

“Mmhmm yeah”

“Y/n, you’re not even listening”, Peter complains.

“What? Oh I’m sorry Peter, I just have a lot on my mind right now” I sighed.

His brows furrowed and his deep green eyes begin to fill with concern.

We walk in silence, but I can see in the corner of my eye his dirty blonde hair shift in my direction constantly in curiosity. I glance over at the magical boy beside me and he has the biggest smirk on his face. He disappears and reappears in front me of floating on his side smirking.

“Why so glum?”, he asks.

“Have a sugar plum!” he says with the biggest grin on his face.

He pulls a sparkling purple plum from behind him and holds it right in front of my face.

I want to give him props for being adorable, but I cannot get over my looming anxiety.

“Not now Peter”, I say as I wave hand at him.

His smile drops. He reappears by a nearby rock and slowly floats down until he is sitting crossed legged. I sit down on a nearby stump to think. We both have our faces resting in our hands with furrowed brows.

What I’m I going to do with my life after I graduate high school?! I don’t know what I want in life and I certainly have no clue as to what college I want to go to. All I know is that I would rather be running around the forest with a special boy, than working at a 9 to 5 job for the rest of my life. Decisions....decisions..

As for Peter, he was racking his brain for ideas to try to get y/n to cheer up. He scratches his head. He tosses an apple in the air for a few minutes until he comes up with the most brilliant idea.

“Y/n, come here”, Peter insists.

You arise from your stump and come towards Peter’s thinking rock. He holds out his hand for you and asks, “Dance with me?”. You’re hesitant at first because how can he want to dance with you when you have your life to figure out in a matter of days. Reluctantly, you take his strong hand in yours and he lifts you upon the rock with him. “This rock is kinda small for dancing, don’t you think Pan?”, you question. “Good thing I can do this”, he says as you two lift up into the air. Caught off guard, you are startled and hold on to him. Your head placed on his chest and squeezing his hands tight. He laughs and says, “Hey, it’s alright I got you.” You guys glide through the air effortlessly, swaying back and forth. “No music?”, you say sarcastically. Your eyes lock and he brings his finger to his mouth while saying, “Shhh... listen.” Instantly, you hear faint humming coming from the hundreds of small fairies floating around you. The whooshing of evergreen trees and the crashing of ocean waves from the beaches fill your every sense of being. Your worries begin to wash away as you lay your head on Peter’s chest. The feeling is ethereal.

As the sun begins to set on this lovely spring day. The two of you floated down on a big tree branch that overlooks all of Neverland. You haven’t seen the island from this angle before. You can see every mountain, river, tree, fairy and lost boy from this point. The island was buzzing and alive with a beautiful spirit. Peter’s spirit. He is Neverland.

You and Peter sit in silence. Admiring the view and each other’s company. “Do you know why I asked you to dance?”, Peter asked. You shook your head no. His eyes glance over at you and then back at the scenery. “When I would come to your window when you were younger, you would always be dancing. Whether it would be by yourself, with your dad, your friends or even your stuffed animals. You were always dancing, as if you had no care in a world where nothing dares to slow down. I admired your spirit. That’s why I choose you to come to Neverland.” Nostalgia glimmers in his eyes. 

“Well, I don’t really dance anymore now”, you replied with a sigh. You look down at your dangling feet and see all the fairies twinkling below. You take a deep breath and say, “It’s just college and graduating is all so scary.” Peter raises an eyebrow and waits for you to speak. “Growing up is scary”, you mumble. He laughs, “Trust me, I know how you feel y/n. But this “college” thing you keep mentioning seems as if it is a huge burden on you”, he states. “Yeah this “college” thing is basically the entrance into a adulthood”, you replied. He scoots closer to you and nudges your shoulder. Peter remarks,“Yuck, who would want to become an adult?”. You smirk at him and say, “Well Peter Pan, not everybody can be a king of their own island and never grow up.” The both of you laugh in harmony as silence slowly falls between you two. “I mean I can stay her with you and tell my dad that I am studying abroad in Europe”, you say smiling to yourself about what a silly idea that is. “I do not know of Europe, but I can tell you that Neverland is the best you will ever get. Come study Neverland. I don’t think anyone has ever written a book about this place before”, Peter states while tapping his chin.  

If only he knew...

Peter notices your silence and realizes that his sarcastic approach to your problems is definitely not helping. Your head hangs and looks below at your dangling feet. The boy clad in all green sits closer to you, until you are hip and hip. You feel his calloused hand lift up your chin to look at his face. You feel his hot breath on your lips. His eyes are filled with swirling pools of green and specks of gold in-between. His aura was enchanting and mesmerizing. You felt as if you were the only two living beings on the island. “Peter...”, you say softly. “Come and stay in Neverland”, he pauses. The proximity between each other begins to close before he says, “Come and stay with me.”

If only it were that easy…

You wake up startled in your dark bedroom. 

Sweat dripping down your forehead. You reach up to touch your lips and feel a slight tingle. You look outside your window to hear the bustling city. The twinkling lights of the buildings remind you of the hundreds of fairy lights that were underneath your feet not even seconds ago. You lay back down in your bed as your mind is swirling about the captivating boy that has your heart. 

“Come and stay with me”, repeats in your head. 

Pretty, pretty words Peter Pan.

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hey I know I'm new at this stuff but if you wanna request something for me to write just message me and I'll be glad to answer :) ,, sam

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once upon a dream ,, Peter Pan/ Robbie Kay imagine

,, this is inspired by Lana Del Ray’s cover of once upon a dream cause it makes me cry every time,,

there is a boy. A whimsical boy who has always been there in your dreams and you never really remembered where he came from. Even from when you were little you’ve always remembered his dark green iridescent eyes that always had a familiar gleam.

But for a long time you didn’t seem him for awhile your visions and dreams of him became seldom. You were going through a rough patch in life, you were sad a lot. Your sadness brought upon no sleep just grief and loneliness. You wanted to see him desperately cause you realized you were in love with this magical boy from your dreams. He was the magic in you that brought you to life. Yet again no matter how hard you tried to sleep and dream of the boy he wasn’t there, it was just black dullness.

On the other side of things, the boy was scared. He had fallen in love with a girl. Not just a girl, you. He thought you were enchanting, with your mesmerizing aura and fascinating nature. It almost felt like you weren’t real. When you showed up on his island one day, it changed the boy in many ways. As he spent much time with you he realized that he loved you. Which is why he is keeping you away. He hasn’t felt this feeling in centuries, the feeling of warmth in his chest when you are around him and a genuine smile that appears on his face when you tell him silly stories of the modern world. Peter Pan was in love. Then finally one day you fell asleep and woke up in a dream. An, o’ so familiar place where evergreen pine trees grew taller than buildings and flowers bloomed in such beauty they looked deceiving. But as the beauty of the land you loved phased you, you were looking for the boy you love. “Peter” you yelled softly. “Hello love” he said smoother than silk. You turned around and looked at the boy you love, who hasn’t looked a day older from you last saw him. You admired his wavy chestnut hair, his green eyes that look like the trees of Neverland and his pink luscious lips, pinker than the flowers that grow pixie dust. You sighed, in almost content knowing this magical boy was - the same, just how you liked it. You didn’t waste anymore time as you quickly blurted out, “ I love you Peter.” He was scared but he knew this day would come. So he decided to follow his conscience, which said to follow his dreams. You are his dream. “I love you too (y/n), but I’m scared” At that moment you froze, cause the boy you were entranced by was afraid to love, he believed that no one could ever make him feel this way. As you walked towards him, you chuckled and said “Oh Peter, I know you, I’ve walked with you once upon a dream. How could someone not love you.” Peter then smiled the biggest grin you have ever seen and wrapped his arms around your waist. He realized that he actually did find someone to love and you loved him back even more. “But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.” In that moment you both kissed passionately almost as if you’ll never see each other again. You felt the grief and sadness physically drip away from you and the feel the magic flow through your body as you kissed the boy you love, knowing this would only happen once upon a dream. ,, sam