#OUAT Peter Pan

[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

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[blue-sadie]

Princess Treatment

Imagine:

Being Regina's bio daughter and getting sperated from the group on neverland and Peter and Felix 'happen' to find you to make a deal with you.

"Its very simple darling you become ours and we'll release henry simple as that but know this you won't be getting of neverland either way"

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[heliads]

Can you do Peter Pan x reader OUAT? Peter goes to the modern world with Emma, Snow, David and them as they are looking for someone. He meets this girl and takes an interest to her. He’s never seen someone with facial piercings, and dyed hair before, they come to realize she is the girl they’ve been looking for.

'magic finds magic' - peter pan

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Peter Pan is leaving Neverland. Worse, he’s leaving Neverland alongside Snow, Emma, David, and Hook. In terms of traveling partners, this has got to be the lowest of the low. However, the sand in Peter’s immortal hourglass is running out, and his first attempt at prolonging his life with the heart of Henry Mills didn’t exactly go according to plan. It’s this or nothing, even though Peter is starting to wonder if it would be better to just die than put up with these people any longer.

Never in his life did Peter Pan think he’d be working with the good guys. But never in his life did Peter think he’d be dying, either. A few compromises will have to be made in the name of preserving Peter’s everlasting life, and if that means he has to put up with some princesses and pirates for a few days, so be it. In no time at all, his immortal life will be restored, and he can go back to Neverland and put all of this behind him. Hopefully.

Peter was supposed to die back on Neverland. He was running out of time, anyway. He had set up the perfect scheme:  kidnap Henry, disorient the boy’s rescuers on his island long enough to win the Heart of the Truest Believer, and cut the organ out of the boy’s chest if necessary. He’d almost gotten away with it, too, except he was foiled at the last minute. Heartbreaking. So unlike him.

For some reason, though, he hadn’t been left to die in the caverns of Skull Rock. Emma and the others had needed him, for some odd reason, and although none of them trust him in the slightest, they do trust Peter’s single-minded selfishness to keep himself alive. So they claim, at least, and so they had gotten a spell to give Peter one more week of life in exchange for help. If this plan works out, Peter will have a way to continue his immortal life without needing to murder Henry. If it doesn’t, or if he betrays them, he’ll die anyway.

He can feel it now, the pang of his close call with death. There’s a pain in his chest that wasn’t there before, a certain weakness in his lungs. Peter gets tired more easily. He feels– well, he feels like Henry and Emma. He feels mortal. Like he could die at any moment.

Peter has, obviously, thought about double-crossing them, maybe even triple-crossing them, but it’s no use. He feels shakily mortal right now, and Peter does not much enjoy the possibility of his own demise. This is the closest he’s ever come to being beaten, and Peter hates the feeling. He’ll have to play along for now, but after that, he will have his revenge.

First, though, Peter has to do what the others want. They’ve been careful to reveal as few details to him as possible, but the idea is solid. There’s a magical person somewhere in the modern world, in a city far from Storybrooke. This person is like the embodiment of a true love’s kiss spell, designed to renew hope in storybook characters through small acts of power that ultimately drive two needed people together. They’re like a guardian angel of those on the brink of destruction, which is exactly what Peter needs right now.

Peter has plenty of time to mull this over. They’ve forced him into a terrible, small room with awful carpets– an apartment, Emma called it– while they talk out what to do with both him and their missing spell-person. Peter is trying to focus, but he’s getting stared at by Henry Mills again, which is absolutely ruining his mood.

“What do you want?” Peter asks, glaring at the boy.

Henry just goggles back at him. “Don’t you feel bad for trying to kill me?”

Peter snorts. “Why would I do that?”

Henry shrugs. “You pretended you were my friend. I know you like the other Lost Boys on your island, I thought you would have felt bad for killing one of them. I guess not.”

“I don’t feel bad about killing someone so I would live,” Peter says, then wonders why he’s arguing with a child. “Go preach your morals to someone who wants to listen.”

“The others are busy,” Henry pouts.

Peter eyes him unhappily. “And what, I’m your best option for polite conversation? You really are desperate, aren’t you?”

Henry rolls his eyes. “I’d say you’re desperate. You’re the one who’s still talking to me.”

Peter can’t really argue with that, so he deftly changes the topic of conversation before Henry starts looking proud of himself again. “Tell me about our target again. You said you saw them before?”

“Only in a dream,” Henry admits, “but it was a clear dream, I swear. I saw a girl who looked about your age. She seemed like any other teenager, but there was something about her that was different. The way she spoke, maybe, or the glint in her eyes. She was magical, I’m sure of it. She can save Storybrooke.”

“And save me,” Peter reminds him. “That’s the important part.”

Henry rolls his eyes again. If he keeps that up, they’re going to get stuck like that forever. “Yes, I know, you’re only interested in keeping yourself alive. So long as it helps us find this girl, though, I don’t care.”

Peter leans forward. “What’s your plan for finding this girl, then? A little scouting party? This city is big. You’ll never find her.”

Henry shakes his head. “Magic has a way of finding magic. Somehow, our paths will cross.”

“That’s a terrible strategy,” Peter grouses. Why is he entrusting his life to this boy again? He remembers something about having no other options, but it doesn’t seem as good an excuse right now.

“Ask the adults, then,” Henry tells him, and gestures towards the miniscule apartment kitchen, where Emma, Snow, Hook, and David are currently huddled around a table, talking in hushed voices about what to do.

Not wanting to mess with the kid anymore, Peter pulls himself to his feet and heads over. “Tell me you have a plan,” he says.

The adults look up at him. “Find the girl,” Hook says shortly. “That’s our plan.”

Peter scoffs. “You could search this city for months and not find her. What if she doesn’t want to be found? If this girl has any brains at all, she’ll know that people will want her magic and she’ll hide. It’s what I would do.”

Emma sighs. “We don’t even know if this girl knows that she has magic. She’s probably just living an ordinary life, and we’re about to drag her out of it with all of our trouble.”

“Don’t tell me you feel bad for her,” Peter scolds her. “You want this, don’t you? So go get it, or I will.”

Snow tries to tell him to calm down, but David, so quick to anger when it comes to Peter, surges out of his chair. “How about you do something helpful and think with us instead of just insulting us?”

“I will do something helpful,” Peter informs him. “I’ll find her first.”

With that, he lunges for the apartment door, and is out of the tiny room and down the hall before they can stop him. Peter hears the thunder of footsteps after him, but he hurries down the stairs and out of the building. He has the advantage of being quick on his feet; if Neverland taught him anything, it’s how to run when you don’t want to be found.

Peter emerges into the bright sunshine of the city and stops dead in his tracks. He’s not used to the modern world, how the knives of its buildings slash up into the sky, how loud it is with those cars and signs and people. Peter swears he can even see metal things in the sky, soaring along predestined paths. It’s all so much compared to the world he used to know. No wonder some of the others had a hard time adjusting. His mortal heart lets out a pang of sympathy.

The door of the apartment building flies open, revealing Emma and the others hot on his trail. Peter curses under his breath and takes off in one direction, hurtling around pedestrians and shooting down the sidewalk. He heads for smaller streets, hoping to lose them in a swarm of alleyways. The others, more used to the terrain of the modern city, are gaining on him, and Peter is just starting to think that he’ll never be able to shake them when someone grabs him and pulls him into a nearby building.

Peter’s first instinct is to defend himself, but when he isn’t attacked, he realizes that the stranger is only trying to help him. There’s a window just to his left, and Peter watches Emma and the others appear seconds after him. They didn’t see him enter the shop, and keep sprinting down the road in the direction they thought he’d gone. Peter waits a few more intense moments, then decides that he’s lost them for good and turns back around to see who’s gone to the trouble of rescuing him.

He’s greeted with the sight of a girl about his age. She’s eyeing him cautiously, although the corners of her lips begin to prick up with a wicked grin. “Sorry for the rough introduction, but you looked like you needed some help,” she tells him.

Peter lets out a short laugh. “I’m glad to be rid of them, that’s for sure.”

The girl arches a brow. “What, did they catch you shoplifting? I’ve never seen people run that fast unless they were getting chased by the cops.”

Peter narrows his eyes, trying to figure out how on earth he would lift a shop, then decides it’s probably some slang term he doesn’t know. “Something like that,” he says evasively.

He studies the girl’s face to see if he’d answered correctly, and, judging by her impressed grin, he had. “Nice,” she says. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Peter,” he replies. He gets the urge to introduce himself as he usually would– Peter, Peter Pan– then remembers at the last second that Emma had warned him about telling people who he was. Apparently, telling people he was a fictional character in their world wouldn’t go over too well.

“Peter,” the girl repeats. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Peter says, and realizes belatedly that he means it. He feels like how he had at the start of it all, when the Lost Boys had first started appearing on this island, but this feeling is far stronger. He wants to get to know this girl. He certainly doesn’t want her to leave.

“I’m new to the city,” he says abruptly. “Any chance you could show me around?”

Y/N laughs, surprised. “You’re new and you’re already in trouble? You’ll fit right in, Peter.”

He grins, in on the joke a half beat late. “I like to have fun, that’s all.”

“Well,” Y/N says, starting to lead him back towards the door of the shop, “I like fun, too. Maybe we should stick together.”

“I’d like that,” Peter says, then wonders why he’s being so honest all of a sudden. When he sees Y/N’s smile– real this time, not sarcastic or joking, but genuinely because of him– he thinks he knows why.

The two of them step back out into the light. “Where to first?” Peter asks.

“I was going to ask you that,” Y/N replies. “What do you want to do? Sightseeing, maybe? We can get some food, or just talk.”

“Anything,” he says. He’d follow her anywhere. The feeling in him right now is like nothing he’s ever felt before. The pain in his chest, Peter realizes with some surprise, is gone. He feels immortal. Like living in this one moment could last forever.

They end up spending the next few hours together. Y/N shows him around the city, taking Peter to her favorite spots. Peter stares at the vast cityscape and finally starts to understand why someone might choose the modern world over the natural one. He’ll always pick Neverland first, of course, but seeing the world through Y/N’s eyes, it makes sense.

The two of them get along like a house on fire. Y/N’s got this rebellious streak to her that fits in perfectly with Peter’s, well, Peter-ness. No joke is too dark, no sarcastic comment too caustic. They feel the same. Peter doesn’t think he’s ever met someone who thinks so much like him.

As the sun starts to set in the sky, Peter feels his spirits sinking. He doesn’t want to let go of this day, not when he knows it can never happen again. He’s supposed to be finding Henry’s spell-girl, but all Peter wants to do is spend more time with Y/N.

His mood is especially ruined when they turn a corner and find Henry Mills walking towards them. Peter’s eyes widen and he tries to steer Y/N back in the direction they’d come, but it’s too late. Henry lets out an audible gasp and starts hurrying towards them.

“Peter,” Henry calls out when he’s close enough to talk, “We’ve been looking for you all over! Where have you been?”

Y/N glances at Henry dubiously. “Who’s this?”

“My little brother,” Peter blurts out.

At the same time, Henry chimes in, “My friend from school.”

Peter shoots the younger boy a quick glare, then turns back to Y/N. “Both, actually. He’s my step-brother. Recent marriage. We’re still getting acclimated. Our family is a little chaotic.”

“You can say that again,” Henry mumbles. Peter fights the urge to butcher him.

While Peter silently advises himself on why murder would be bad at a time like this, Henry stares openly at Y/N. All of a sudden, the boy’s mouth hangs open. “Oh my gosh, it’s you.”

Y/N’s brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

All of a sudden, Peter feels a sick sensation in his stomach. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t.

“You’re the girl from my dream,” Henry announces. “We’ve been looking for you.”

Y/N looks back at Peter. “What’s he talking about?”

The open, carefree expression, which had been on her face all day, is starting to be replaced with deep, unsettled fear. Peter hates to see it directed at him. “There’s something I need to tell you,” he begins. “Something about yourself.”

“You’re sounding a little creepy right now,” Y/N warns him. “Get to the point.”

“Alright,” Peter says. “You’re magical. So am I. We need your help to break a curse and save my life. How about that?”

Y/N shakes her head quickly. “This is crazy. Magic isn’t real.”

Peter can’t lose her, not like this, so he leans forward and holds out his hand. A ball of light appears inside his cupped fingers, glowing and bright. It’s a simple charm, one of the first he learned, but it has the desired effect. 

Y/N stares at it, transfixed, and when she speaks again, her voice is hushed. “That’s impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible,” Peter says. “Not magic. Not even the fact that you would find me in this city by accident. Magic is drawn to magic.”

Y/N’s eyes slowly raise to meet his. “This is real, then. I have magic.”

“You have magic,” Peter confirms. “Come with us, we can show you. They’re good people, Y/N. You can trust them.”

It’s the closest he’s ever come to honesty. For once, Peter isn’t playing a game. He isn’t trying to trick Y/N over to his side. He just wants her to be safe, and he knows that isn’t through lies.

Y/N smiles at him. “I trust you, Peter. That’s enough for me.”

She reaches over and takes his hand. Now that he’s focusing on it, Peter can feel the slow loop of her magic when they touch. It feels like power, but more than that, it feels like life. A life with her, maybe. A life for both of them.

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[florida3exclamationpoints]

I can't believe literally NO ONE helps or ACKNOWLEDGES belle after rumple kills pan and dies oh my GOD ????? they'd all been forced to watch and they HEARD what he said to her and then she FALLS TO HER KNEES SOBBING and NO ONE. DOES ANYTHING????? I don't hold it against Neal bc he also just watched his father die but Snow literally asked REGINA if she was ok????? BITCH????? and then Emma hugged Neal and said sorry and NO ONE IS PAYING ANY MIND TO THE BROKEN WOMAN ON THE GROUND ARE YOU KIDDING ME

#emilies acting was amazing too and that makes it worse like she needs help!!!!! she cant breathe!!!! she couldn't stand!!!!!! #once upon a time #ouat #ouat 3x11 #belle french #rumplestiltskin #neal cassidy #snow charming #regina mills #rumbelle #emma swan #ouat peter pan

[melloween-candie]

A Real Nightmare [P.P]

Prompts: Yandere/Monster 5 & 17

Requested // Request Rules // Prompt list

"Can you do something with Yandere Peter Pan (ouat of course ) with the prompts 5 and 17. Maybe with a fem or gn reader. And if you can make reader more into the sweet part would be amazing. Love how you write 💕💕💕💕💕✨✨✨✨✨💕💕💕💕💕"

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Prompt: Yandere/Monster

5: "This is your home now." 17: "You'll either sleep with me, or you don't sleep at all!"

Warning! Animal abuse, manipulation, threatening, bloodthirsty

Word Count: 1,683

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

***Narrator's Pov***

"Come out, Y/n... You can't stay in there forever~" Peter pressed his head against the door. "Come on!..." He took a split second to calm his voice down. "Look Y/n... I'm trying here. That means you should, too!"

It has been years since you last stepped foot outside of Neverland.

"BUT IT'S JUST A BABY!" You cried out.

Peter rolled his eyes. "It's just target practice." He said that like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He never understood why your heart would leak every time you two practiced. "What's the difference?"

Your heart yelped out of your chest. "Maybe it's the fact that it's still young!"

It's true... You were a softy. You were always a softy. No matter how many times Peter tried killing that out of you- he always failed. Even when you stood back... watching all those critters die was just too much, and you just couldn't take it anymore.

"They're all young! I swear to you- If. You. Don't-" Felix grabbed Peter's shoulder, giving him the 'calm-down' look.

Peter stepped back with a huff and a growl. He really does try for you... He did everything... Murdered, Kidnapped, Tortured, and now he's trying the 'good guy' way. After all, the good guy wins every time, right?

Now when I say kidnap- I mean he kidnaps those who were close to you. Either using them as blackmail or something else. However, Peter never felt the need to hide you from anyone. He didn't see the point in doing so since he never felt inferior to anyone here on his island. Of course, there were boundaries... boundaries that people should never cross. Luckily Peter trusted Felix.

Felix asked you to open the door, and knowing him quite well, you did.

You always trusted Felix more than you did Pan. That irritated Peter, but he wanted you to love him the way he loves you. And he was told that the only way to earn your love was to build it- through healthy bonding moments...

Felix walked into the room, closing the door behind him, pissing Peter off. "Y/n, you really need to stop doing this." He kneeled down towards you. You were cradling an injured bunny.

"I can't... I can't k-eep doing this." You hiccupped. Tears continued falling down your face as Felix spoke- "Look, Y/n, they're going to die no matter what. No animal can survive long enough to become an adult here in Neverland. You should know that by now."

"Then why don't we stop! Let them grow-"

"Y/n, please. I know you care- but Peter is this close to losing his patience with you!" He squeezed his fingers together tightly. "Seriously, Y/n... You wouldn't want to go back to the way things were before, do you?"

In truth, the only reason why Peter changed to begin with was because of Henry's heart... or at least that's what you and everyone else thinks.

"B-but look at it!" You moved your arms a bit to show him the state of the bunny. It was somewhat small, and its white fur was now matted with dried blood. It wasn't moving...

"Y/n," Felix placed his hand on your forearm. "It's dead."

That broke your heart... You knew it, but you didn't want to believe it.

"I don't want to live here... not like this." You muttered. Your eyes showed nothing but emptiness now as your arms went limp.

You always thought that Neverland was a dream come true. That it was a heavenly place filled with kind creatures. Sadly, you were utterly wrong. The prince you thought Peter was- was actually a demon in disguise.

"This is your home now- Learn to adjust to it." He spat plainly. Then he got up and left.

"Finally!" Peter spat. Felix only looked at him. There was a redness in Peter's eyes. Felix knew that whatever Henry's heart left in him was slowly fading away.

Time Skip!~

It was the middle of the night. You were in bed with Peter as you always were. You mainly slept with him in fear that he might hurt the people you love if you didn't oblige to his demands.

However, that night you couldn't sleep a wink. You were too caught up thinking about all the animals that died in this 'supposed sanctuary.'

But it wasn't just that... Even though Peter became more lenient, he never actually changed. Sure, he wasn't torturing you or murdering other lost boys for touching you... but he still hasn't changed his ways when it comes to running Neverland.

He'd kill any animal he saw move with the excuse of 'target practice.' And if you were to push it further, he'd threaten you by saying- "Would you rather it be a human?!"

Now, you were a kind soul... You always believed in second chances. You believed that Peter would change for the better someday, and somehow, it would happen. Though, you couldn't help but wonder if that was just wishful thinking.

Then suddenly you heard a noise. Something was rustling outside Pan's tent. Then- it knocked. It was a quiet and subtle knock. As if it knew not to wake Peter up.

You slowly crept your way to the door. You slightly opened it as quietly as possible. You didn't want Peter to wake up and see you out of bed.

You took a peek outside to see what it was... Nothing- until you looked down. It was a lost boy. His name was Teddy. (Made up - Not canon)

His eyes were watery. Clearly, he just finished crying. "Please Y/n... I can't sleep." He whispered.

Now, Teddy was only three. So, you understood why he came to you. Most of the younger kids would come to you about these kinds of things. Not only was it that you were the only female there, but you acted so much like a mother that they actually thought you were their real mom. It was silly but you didn't mind.

"What's wrong, Teddy?" You said in a whisper, kneeling down so you could speak to him eye to eye.

"I-I had-" He took a breath, rubbing his eye as he continued on- "A nightmare."

"Ow... Poor thing." You placed your palm on his head and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I'm sorry to hear that, kiddo..." You didn't really know what to do... If you let him sleep with you in Peter's bed, Peter would get so angry to find another person with you... It didn't matter if that person was three. But if you left to sleep with this child... that would just be worse- "Pleaseeee!" A plea broke your train of thought.

You looked down to see the little boy begging you. "Please. Please sleep with me... I-I don't want to be alone..." If any older kid said that... it would have just been wrong to you, but this- this was sadly cute. After all, he did give you the puppy eyes and everything. So, you couldn't say no.

You were always bad at saying no... especially when the little ones gave you the 'look.'

Small Time Skip!~

You made it in the little boy's tent without waking anyone up. It was kind of a surprise to you to see how much of a deep sleeper Pan was. But when you finally got into bed with the toddler, a shadow invaded the room. It startled you and the sleepy boy right next to you.

You quickly sat back up as the little boy rubbed his eyes. You squinted yours- "P-Pan!?" You said in realization. Your heart started racing... By the look on Pan's face- you knew this wasn't going to be good.

"Look. Before you get made- I can explain." You tried to calm him down, but the red tint in his eyes only seemed to glow brighter.

"Explain what exactly? Explain the fact that this kid is too scared to sleep by himself?" He spat. "I saw everything, Y/n- I heard you."

You gulped. You knew Peter was about to throw yet another fit. "L-look, I'm sorry, but since you heard everything- you understand. Don't you?" You looked at him with hopeful eyes. "He's only three..."

"The only thing I'm questioning is why... why are you choosing to sleep with a brat when you can sleep with me?" He muttered. He looked at you dead in the eyes.

"He had a nightmare!" You said it as if it was plain obvious.

"Nightmares... Reality is scarier than nightmares." Peter moved closer towards you two. "You know why? Because it's real." He said that all without even blinking.

He then looked at you- "So. What will it be, Y/n? A nightmare or reality?" He said it in a threatening way... but what made your heart beat faster was his tone. He was so calm, and his focus was set dead on you.

"W-what?" You stuttered. It was clear that you were now completely uncomfortable. It was because of how calm he was acting... it wasn't normal.

He then looked down, breaking eye contact with you. He took a moment of silence. Then he slowly looked back up, but not at you this time... this time, he looked at the little kid who was clearly frightened.

Then he looked at you. "You'll either sleep with me, or you don't sleep at all."

Your eyes grew with fear. Tons of shivers just went through your body as you looked at Pan in the eyes.

Those red eyes now meeting yours. His eyes were now fully shining a deep red hue. It wasn't shining like it was noticeable... it was subtle, but it was clear that it was taking over him. It shined like the glow of a heart... but it had that aura to it... the kind most people would avoid. The kind that you can only describe as bloodthirst.

Peter then finally spoke. "The only thing that boy should be afraid of is getting in-between you and me."

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[chess-blackmyre]

People who have NEVER seen Once Upon a Time, tell me which of these plot points you think I’m lying about.

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[thepiratequeenofneverland]

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

Hook: a demon, don’t go near him.

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

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

#ouat felix #ouat peter pan #peter pan #peter pan ouat imagines #ouat #peter pan x reader #ouat hook

[phaticserpent]

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE WRITE SUBMISSIVE PETER PAN (ouat ofc). I NEED HIM WHIMPERING. PLEASE.

Thanks:)

✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️ BET BET, I GOTCHU (I LOVE SUBMISSIVE MEN)

Warning: nsfw, submissive Pan - a lot of whimpering and begging, mention of pegging

It had been a long day in Neverland and you were finally able to relax, meanwhile Pan was already in bed, waiting for you to get in.

"....Love, do you think I'm ever harsh with the lost ones?" He suddenly asked. You turned to face him as Pan sat upright, his hand running through his hair. "...Just been occupying my mind, I suppose." He added in quickly.

"Mmm, I don't think you're too harsh." Gently, you took his face into your hands as you pulled him into a brief embrace. Pan closed his eyes as he heard your heart drum while your hands gingerly played with his hair in a soothing manner. "I think....you're thinking too much." You teased.

"Yeah? I might be...." Pan chuckled lightly.

"I can help you think of something else." You suggested, dropping your voice as you felt him shudder. With a smug grin on his face, Pan gazed up, tilting his head.

"Yeah? What did you have in mind?" He leaned closer to your face in a taunting way. You only quirked a brow before placing a hand on his chest to push him down, immediately straddling him.

"Wanna keep talking?" You chuckled. "C'mon, say something, pretty boy." Just from that, Pan let out a soft whimper and you decided to edge him more by rolling your hips against the area he desired your touch. He let out a choked moan and reached for your hips.

"(Y/N)--"

"Ah-ah, I'm the one in charge. I'm here to take your mind off things, remember?" You smiled. Slowly and painfully, you reached down to his boxer and grazed the tip; watching him squirm from anxiousness and hearing him let out a moan.

"Please....." Pan cried out. "....I need you.....h-ha!" His entire body jolted when your hand finally made the contact he desired. You leaned closer to his face, inching down to his lips as your hand started slicking the pre-cum all over his sex.

"You're really whiny...." You chuckled. Oh so gently and teasingly, you thumbed his sensitive tip and grinned at his reaction. Pan tightly pulled you into a tighter embrace, his sex twitching in your hand. "Are you going to come?"

"....I-I'm about to," Pan whined. "So good...."

"....Beg for it."

"A-ah! Huh?!"

"Beg for it, pretty boy."

".....Please (Y/N), p-please~! I'm.....I'm, hngh, so close....."

"More."

"Mmm~! (Y/N) please!" He whined against your ear, causing you to let out a constrained chuckle. "S-so good, fuck...!" With that, he let out a whimper and a cry as he came all over your hand.

"Oh how messy....." You sighed as you slid your fingers into your mouth to lick them up.

"(Y/N)....." Pan gently grabbed your hand, pulling it out of your mouth. "Don't do that...."

"Hmm, I'm only cleaning up your mess."

"You're so lewd." Pan groaned, his head resting on your shoulder as you rubbed his back.

"Well....only for you."

"....That's my girl." Pan let out a breathy chuckle, exhausted from the moaning and his breathing was raspy.

Slowly, you sunk into him; groaning as Pan threw his head back from the sheer pleasure. He fisted the sheets, while you dropped down onto him taking his full length. "....'feel so good, hngh-"

"–augh! Slow.....down," He groaned. Disregarding his pleas, you lifted your hips before dropping back down, grinding down on him. "–(Y/N)!"

"Heh, yes?"

"P-please! Slow down, ngh," Pan whimpered. In order to keep himself from losing himself, his hands moved to your hips, gripping the soft flesh of your ass as you continued to ride him. "–Love, I'm....I'm going to cum."

"Aw already?" You teased. "Cum for me." Before you could continue teasing him, Pan pulled you forward and you landed on top of him as he caged you down with his arms.

"....stay still and let me give it to you." Pan groaned. Your eyes widened as you felt the warmth of him flooding inside you; you groaned at the sensation, tightening your grip on his arms as heat continued to pile into you.

"....so much," you whimpered.

"Fuck, love, you're so perfect." Pan breathed out.

Once he was done, you, very shakily, sat back up with your hands flat on his chest. "Gods you're so perfect for me." You groaned, grinding down on him. Hard. Pan threw his head back, hissing at his sensitivity.

".....Love, a-ah! You're driving me insane, holy....." Pan's voice was husk. "...please~!"

The night continued forward and you rode him to multiple climaxes; switching immediately to another form, grabbing your strap and bringing the infamous leader of the lost boys to his knees. Pan was still cocky and smug, but that didn't stop you from pulling out the whiny and whimpering side of him.

His voice in the morning was rasp and gone, most of the lost boys expressing their concern and wishing Pan the best. Meanwhile, you could only smile and wish him the same. Pan only rolled his eyes at your teasing remark.

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[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 am expecting to write a part 3, but I was requested to make something angsty, so the next part will wrap up this little series, but not in a happily ever after. So if you want something sweet and happy, you can stop this little series with this part, but if you want something angsty, you can keep going to part 3 (whenever that comes out) and feel some sad girl summer. But enjoy this and let me know what you think! If y'all hate it, I'm deleting it... jk jk .....

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. 

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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.” 

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I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

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[neverland93]

Peter Pan imagine/ Villain

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

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

“Excuse me?!” You almost yelled

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

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

He shook his head yes with such anger

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

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

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

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

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

You giggle

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

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

“What do you mean?” You ask

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

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

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

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

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

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

He walks away leaving you speechless.

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[mysadcorner]

Peter Pan x Quiet!Reader Headcanons

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• When you first met Peter you were extremely quiet, and he wasn’t really sure why. Usually all the people he meets are in awe of their surroundings, but you’re a different type of silent. And he honestly doesn’t mind.

• After Peter finally convinces you to join him he’s very much over the moon, almost literally. He doesn’t usually get someone to join him that is the shy and quiet type and he absolutely thinks that you’re someone he could get much closer to, rather than you being a person with the sole want for fun and games.

• He has a small little meeting with the boys before you meet them, as he definitely doesn’t want them to come across as intimidatingly loud or to scare you away when he’s so desperate to keep you with him. They may struggle to be on their best behaviour, but since it’s Peter instructing them they do try their best.

• Peter enjoys the peace and quiet of being able to be with you. You’re an outlet he’s never really had before, and if he ever wanted quiet in the past he’d have to take a long time away from the boys all by himself. Now he’s able to keep company with him, and never truly feel alone at any time.

• Peter encourages you to speak your mind as much as possible, but he does realise that you don’t like doing so around people you aren’t exactly close to. Until you’re able to talk freely and feel comfortable, he’d gladly take over and talk on your behalf if you’d let him.

• As well as not speaking out, he knows that any injuries you may have or danger you’ve been in would be kept to yourself. This is why he usually prefers to have someone nearby you in the case of anything happening. And after a while of getting to know him, he’s glad that you feel safe enough to let him know about such things.

• Because you’re not exactly the loud or gossiping type of person, Peter feels much more comfortable telling you things about himself and especially his deep dark secrets that the other boys don’t know about. Your quietness reassured him that you won’t tell others in the hopes of attention or to turn them against him, and by doing this you grow closer together.

• Peter would be broken if you ever decided to leave him. You’re the only peaceful outlet he has from his loud and chaotic life with the boys and he just wants someone to relax with. If you do ever leave, he’d be a completely different person from the second you’ve left, and the boys may never be able to get the Peter they once knew back.

• Peter would be much more explosive than you during and argument or disagreement. No matter how close the two of you get, he hates someone questioning his authority or not following what he thinks is best. However, if he knows that you’re shying away from him afterwards he would immediately feel guilty and try his best to apologise to you at his first chance of doing so.

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[goldenxshine]

Peter Pan in modern world:

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

Pan: Yeah, hold on

Y/N: Why is your password so long?

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

*Y/N is silent*

*Pan looks at Y/N*

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

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

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[chloe-skywalker]

Eye's On You - Peter Pan

Peter x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 373

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[heliads]

like a heartbeat, drives you mad

From the moment you first dream of Neverland, you know that it's a home unlike any other. Waking up is terrible every time, but what if you were able to find a way to stay there forever?

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You are always alone when the thoughts catch up to you. When you’re with other people, it’s different, easier to convince your mind to race to better, safer topics. You don’t have to think about the fears or the worries, you just have to keep up with the conversation or do your best to not seem like the person you’re terrified you truly are. Everything hinges on the one other person there, distracting you from the relentless parade of thoughts, keeping you firmly in reality.

When you’re alone, though, you can’t hide anymore. You wave goodbye to your friends to head inside, and with your hand on the knob, you think, did they really want to see me? And, was that laughter genuine, or were they faking it the whole time? Worse, was it at me?

Things get worse once it gets dark. You lie awake at night thinking that you’ll fail at everything, that no one will want to associate with you after that, that everyone on this earth is going to live and die and no one will ever remember you again. You don’t like thinking along such dark lines, but the self-hatred is strong and won’t let you go. You’ve tried before, shaking it off, but it always comes creeping back when you want it the least.

Life is not the best, but at least the fall of dusk upon the streets and surroundings of your hometown brings you the blessing of finally being able to go to bed. You can push off schoolwork until the next day, chores until forever, just so long as you can shut off your mind and crawl under your covers and everything will go away.

Tonight is one of those nights when you want it most of all. It’s been a long day, followed by a long week, chased by an even longer month. You can only tell yourself that it’ll get better soon for so long before even that familiar lie loses its charm. It’ll be good to rest tonight, though. Maybe tomorrow will make you happier. You close your eyes and try to sleep, all but begging unconsciousness to fall over you and carry you away. Your waking life is horrid enough. In sleep, at least, you will be alone, but–

In your dream, there is a boy. He was not there before. He is, in fact, nobody you have ever seen before. This should not be a problem. Dreams are rarely perfectly photographic, but this boy is, indeed, perfect. He’s absolutely in focus, blurred by none of that dreamlike haze that most figures cling to in your subconscious. It’s like a memory, but it’s never happened. It’s like reality, but you are still definitely asleep.

You stare at him for longer than is perhaps polite, but he does not go away. You can feel this dream in a way that should not be possible– the carpet under your feet, the cool of the air conditioning. You’re in your room, standing by the door. He’s perched on a chair, eyeing you with interest, and as bizarre as this dream is, you cannot shake the absolute certainty that this is his fault.

The only thing to be left, then, is to get some answers. You work up the confidence to speak, and your voice sounds exactly as it should, not distorted by dreams or anything. “Who are you?”

The boy chuckles. “A friend of yours. Hopefully, that is. I’d like to get to know you.”

Having gone a record number of years of your life without any hyperrealistic boys disrupting your dreaming schedule, especially ones who specifically wanted to meet you of all people, this only adds to your confusion. “Why?”

The boy shrugs liberally. “I’ve been encountering fewer and fewer dreamers around. Yours are the most vibrant. I was curious.”

You fight the odd urge to laugh. “A lot of people dream. Maybe you’re just bad at looking.”

This is, of course, the most rational thing you can do, immediately pick a fight with some guy currently terrorizing your brainwaves. Luckily, he doesn’t seem offended by your need to argue, and he just grins. “See, you’re right, but most dreams are nothing more than surface level. Yours are deeper, richer, stronger. In all honesty, that’s the sort of thing that makes me more powerful, so I wanted to see what it was about.”

You scoff. “Sure thing, magic boy, you, like, eat dreams or something. Weird of you, but okay.”

He smiles again. He shouldn’t, but he does. “You don’t believe me? I can show you.”

He stands, holds out a hand to you. You’re certain this guy’s nothing more than a figment of your imagination, but still. You hesitate. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Peter,” he says, “but magic boy works too.”

It makes you laugh. Shouldn’t, but it does. Just enough to shake loose your hesitations– what could happen here, after all, in the confines of your own dreams? You take his hand and something sparks behind his eyes. Pride, maybe. Or justification of some sort. Either way, you get the feeling that he’s just proven himself right.

Peter walks over to your window, throwing it open abruptly and climbing out onto the ledge. “You have to trust me,” he tells you, “or this isn’t going to work very well.”

You want to argue with him that you have absolutely no reason to trust him at all, but for some reason you’re already crawling out the window before you can get the words out. Your body trusts him, even as your mind doubts it. Strange, but nothing about this makes sense, anyway.

Peter straightens up slowly, bringing you with him. “Are you ready?”

“For what?” You ask, concerned.

His eyes dance with mischief. “For this,” he calls out, and he pulls you from the ledge.

There is a terrible moment of falling, when the only sure thing is his hand still wrapped around yours. You are plummeting towards the ground with dreadful speed, but then you’re not, and you’re leveling out again, the two of you pulled through the air as if by some invisible string.

The wind whips through Peter’s hair as the two of you soar through the air. “How is it?” He shouts over to you.

You laugh delightedly. “Fantastic.” It’s almost a pity it isn’t real. The fact that it feels so true but isn’t is almost more heartbreaking as if nothing had felt like reality in the slightest.

Before you know it, you and Peter are well beyond the reaches of your town, or even your country. Dark waters skim by underneath you, the waves of some foreign sea. Thousands of stars twinkle above you, Peter points out a few, shouts, second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning, that’ll get us there. You frown at him, call back, where? And he laughs, delighted in the thought of all that you have soon to experience, and screams, Neverland! at the top of his lungs.

It sounds like a joyous place. It is, from the moment you step foot on its pearlescent beaches, and later still, when you’re striding through the lush forests towards a campsite. It’s all a blur from that moment onwards, a swirl of new faces running towards you and laughing at your jokes, the clash of swords without a trace of fear, promises that you’ll love this even better, or that, or everything.

It is paradise. You do a hundred things and never tire. The Lost Boys who meet you, take you by storm, and obviously enjoy the company of a newcomer. Throughout all of it, Peter watches, tucked into the shadow of a tree trunk, arms folded across his chest with that satisfied smile on his face again. He does not approach until earlier into the morning, once dawn starts bleeding out beneath the blushing fingers of the rising sun.

“We have to go back,” he tells you at last, slipping out from his hideaway to step carefully to your side, “Or, you do, at least.”

The memory that none of this is real comes crashing down upon you, and you can feel the ecstasy of this whole night leaving you in a flash. “Right,” you say, “This is just a dream. Forgot about that.”

The thought that you’ll have to wake up and go to school and exist again as a normal person without any of this wonder that you’d just experienced makes you feel sick and saddened. Peter shakes his head, eyes soft. “You don’t necessarily have to wake up, but you should. You can come back soon, though.”

You laugh bitterly. “Of course I can, dream boy. I’m going to forget all of this by morning.”

He frowns. “Do you want to?”

“No,” you insist, “but I don’t think I have a choice.”

“You do,” Peter tells you, “You always have a choice. Always.”

With that, he takes your hand, and pulls just so. You stumble forward, caught off balance, and when you look up again, you’re in your room. Same four walls, same ceiling, same everything. You know somehow that this is the dream no longer, even without mysterious boys or wonderful islands in front of you.

A dreadful sigh leaves your lungs, carrying only heartbreak and misery. What a pity, to have such a magnificent dream and then have to leave it. Knowing that none of it was real is perhaps one of the worst agonies you have ever encountered in your life.

Or– was it not real after all? There’s something clenched in your hand, and you raise it slowly, uncurling the fingers one by one. What falls neatly onto your lap is a stone, polished to perfection by centuries of tides. It’s like no stone you’ve ever seen around here, shiny in a way that nothing natural is. It’s dark and lovely and– and it’s exactly like the ones on the shores of Neverland when you first touched down. There was no way you could have gotten it anywhere but there. That means that you were there after all, and that it’s real, it’s all real.

You go throughout the day in a haze, barely able to focus long enough to remember where you’re supposed to be going. None of it matters, though, not even the snide comments of your teachers or the questioning looks from your peers. Nothing matters, because the second the day ends and night creeps back around you, you know it’s time.

You have a brief moment of terror just before you fall asleep when you wonder if you can get back after all, that perhaps that was just a one time thing. No, you decide firmly, I want it. I’m going.

And, when you open your eyes to that same slightly uncanny feeling of the dream before, you know it, you can get back. Peter isn’t here this time, but that doesn’t stop you from racing to your window and throwing open the sash. You leap out into the air again blindly, reaching for the stars even before your feet leave the threshold. You won’t get hurt, none of this is real. All of this is real, that’s why you can fly into the air again, caught by an unseen hand. Second star to the right. Straight on until morning. You know the way. You couldn’t forget it if you tried.

The beaches of Neverland are empty, but you charge forward anyway, nearly tripping over tree roots and loose plants as you hurry through the forest. You can just see the lights of the camp, and then, yes, you’re into the clearing, and you’re greeted by shouts of glee and joy. Peter’s waiting for you at last, slowly clapping with the rest of the boys.

“You made it,” he says, evidently proud, “We wanted to see if you could.”

“Of course I can,” you tell him, laughing, “I made that choice.”

“That you did,” Peter says, and the celebrations begin.

It is quite possibly the best time of your entire life. You repeat this process day after day, slogging through your daylight hours with the end goal of being able to fall asleep and go back to Neverland, back to your Lost Boys, back to Peter. Nothing matters but the island. They all get along with you better than any friend you’ve ever made on the mainland.

The journey takes a shorter and shorter time, gone in the blink of an eye, and half the time you just wake up on the shores anyway, so familiar is the destination to you. You learn archery, throw knives, spar with the boys, shriek and shout and spin around the campfire. It’s fantastic, all of it, but that only makes the morning even worse in your opinion.

For, no matter how excellent of a night you had on Neverland, you always have to go back. Always. Peter takes your hand and he gives you that same look, that expression of regret and acceptance, and promises to see you later, to see you soon. Then you’re back in your house, and every time, the storm of homesickness and grief at no longer being on your island pulls you under.

It makes you think, though. On your first night on Neverland, Peter had said something strange about how you didn’t necessarily have to wake up. Perhaps it fits in with what he’s been telling you about how everything is just a choice. Maybe he’s been waiting for you to want that choice, the one to live here forever. It’s one you’d make in a heartbeat if you could only do it.

Curious, though, you start looking around at the other Lost Boys. They had to have gotten here somehow, right? One night you see one of them arrive, ferried over by a strange shadowy thing that looks far more terrifying than the whirlwind flight you’d had with Peter.

You ask one of the Lost Boys about it that night, interested to know why you were brought by Peter and this newcomer wasn’t. Apparently, though, you were the anomaly, not this boy.

“Usually Pan makes his shadow bring newcomers over,” the boy tells you matter-of-factly, “but I guess he wanted to impress you or something.”

You frown. “Why?”

The boy lifts a shoulder, evidently unbothered by the whole affair. “You’re the last of the dreamers, I guess he wants to keep you around or something.”

It’s an unhelpful answer, all things considered, and basically just what Peter had told you in your dream bedroom that first night. Still, the story is consistent, at least, and it makes you even more certain that Peter wants you to stay. You’re one of the dreamers, right? Why wouldn’t he want you to stay here forever, at least to keep his magic strong if not for the obvious friendship the two of you have had since the very first time you met?

You resolve to bring it up to Peter the next night. You’ve barely been on Neverland for an hour or two before you pull Peter aside and tell him what’s been on your mind for the longest time.

The breath out of your lungs is shaky, but you’re determined to get this right. “I want to stay in Neverland,” you tell him. “Forever, I mean. Not waking up. I want you to bring me here in real life. You always say that we have to make choices, and this is mine. I choose Neverland.”

Peter nods slowly, and you’re almost getting up your hopes that he’ll be accepting when he starts to speak. “That certainly would be an important choice. I would have to choose to bring you, though.”

You incline your head once. “Yeah, that’s why I’m asking you now. I mean, we’re friends, right? You and me, and the rest of the Lost Boys get along with me, too. I belong here, you know that. You brought me here in the first place, at least let me stay.”

He’s not saying anything. Why isn’t he saying anything? After too many minutes, Peter sighs, raking a hand through his hair. “Dreaming is one thing. Actually living here is something else entirely.”

“I know,” you say, starting to get impatient, “I’ve thought about this a lot, trust me, but I feel more alive on your island than I have in the real world. This is my home, Peter. You made it my home.”

Peter stares at you, the ground, his hands, and back to you. “No,” he says at last.

It feels as if you have fallen off of a tall cliff, condemned to tumble down forever in endless emptiness. “What? Why wouldn’t you– you’ve let me come here every night for months, but actually being on this island for good is too much for you? Peter, was any of this actually real to you? Was I just here as a temporary thing while you tried to harness the power of a dreamer or something?”

Peter shakes his head quickly. “No, no. It wasn’t about that. You’re as good as one of my Lost Boys–”

You cut him off, feeling the horror build in your chest with every passing second. “But never actually one of them, right? I can hang around during my nights but I will never be one of them, because you don’t really want me here. If you did, you would have brought me like all the others.”

You want to scream and cry, perhaps both. You’ve trusted him and, hell, even loved him, more than anyone else. Peter was the one thing in between you and complete melancholy. He’s turned your whole life around, given you reason after reason to keep going, but he does not want you around for good. Maybe he doesn’t even want you around at all.

He’s trying to say something, come up with some excuse that’ll somehow exempt him from your heartbreak, but anger is quickly outweighing sadness in your mind and you won’t let him. “No,” you say shakily, “If you never intended to keep me, I won’t waste our time. Why have me here at all?”

Peter’s eyes widen. “Wait, please–”

You never hear the end of his sentence. You’ve woken yourself up from this glorious dream enough to be able to do it all by yourself, and you do it now. When you open your eyes, it’s still dark outside, several hours from morning, but it’s over now, it’s all over.

You know that with certainty. You’ll never be going back. If Peter does not want you, and it is suddenly crystal clear that he does not, or he would have already taken you to Neverland and never fought it, then you will not trouble him with your presence any longer. This is what he wants, even if it destroys you. 

It’s funny, realizing how much being on Neverland transformed your life. Your waking hours suddenly seem longer, the days filled with more dread and dullness than they ever had before. You had been miserable before you dreamed of Peter and the Lost Boys, and now that misery is back in full force. You compel yourself to forget him, to forget everything that had happened on that island, but picking up the pieces is a far harder task than you had ever anticipated.

Days pass. Weeks. Months. At first, you have to force yourself to wake up from that dream again and again, catching yourself with the image of second stars to the right even as you promised yourself that you would never think of it again, but it gets easier as time goes by. That hurts more than it should, but you have no other choice. Peter does not put himself in your dreams again. You do not show up to Neverland. Everything is exactly as it was before, but worse, because now you have those memories of a time that was far better than this one.

You’re walking home from school one day when you’re reminded of Neverland again. It’s a strong memory, forcing itself to the front of your mind. Green trees, the leaves waving overhead. The breeze whipping at your face. You can’t imagine why you’d be thinking of it again, and then you turn a corner and he’s there in front of you. 

Peter.

It’s impossible. You’re not dreaming, so he shouldn’t be here unless– unless he actually came here. You stand stock-still, hardly daring to breathe, and Peter looks back at you, just as shaken even though he’s the one who came all this way.

“I miss you,” he says slowly, unsteadily. You’ve never seen Peter hesitant, or ever show any sign of a lapse in his typical cocky confidence. Not until now, that is. Truly, he has no idea how you will treat him now that you’ve already left once before and gotten away with it.

“I know,” you tell him, “I know.”

Peter tilts his head to the side, trying to get a read on you. “Did you miss me?”

You take a step to the side, looking at the nearby scenery, anything but him. “Yes. Parts of it. I missed running with the Lost Boys under the trees. I missed the bonfires and the dancing. And yes, I think I missed you. But I hated feeling like you didn’t want me there, and for a while, that was enough to make me think I didn’t miss you.”

Peter’s eyes are wide, twin emeralds twinkling in the quiet air. “And what about now that I’m here? Can you miss me now?”

“I can,” you decide at last. You do. You have, and seeing him again has ripped open a fresh wound you swore had already healed. Blood is oozing around your fingers, but for some reason being with him still takes away the pain of such a grievous blow.

Peter holds out a hand to you. He’s trembling slightly, far less sure of himself than he’d been in a dream of your bedroom many months ago. Still. He wants you even now.

“Come back with me,” he says, “Back to Neverland. We all need you. I need you. You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to. It was always your home, I didn’t realize it before. It could be your home again.”

You look at him. It’s been a long time. You’ve grown up in the time since you last stepped foot on the island, but strangely enough, you think he has too. That’s why you’re able to take his hand at last, and trust that he will not let you down again. He needs you, just like he said. As it turns out, you need him too.

Peter’s smile is radiant. “Shall we go back, then?”

You allow yourself to smile back at last. “I think we will.”

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Envy [P.P]

Jealous Peter Pan x Reader ft. Felix

Requested // Request Rules

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"asking anonymously because I don’t wanna be embarrassed, but Uhm, are you taking Peter Pan requests? Because I’d like one of him being jealous of y/n talking to Felix"

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A/n - Lol, You don't have to be embarrassed, and Yes, I am. The peter pan from Once Upon a Time in specific.

Also I had something similar to that in my planning book lol. But yes I'll add you to the schedule :)))

Submitted by @emmaloo21

Warning! jealousy, accusations, assumptions, mention's of parent's death, cussing

Word Count: 882

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***Narrator's Pov***

Peter was never one to be jealous of anyone or anything because he believed that he had it all, and if he didn't, then he would do anything in his power to get it.

That is why most people see him as a ruthless and selfish person. Which really isn't a lie.

One day, you arrived here in Neverland. He took you as a prisoner. There wasn't a real reason; he just did it for fun. What he never thought was that he'd actually enjoyed your company.

Thus, you being a prisoner was no more. He made you into a lost girl and showed you around. Everyone was befuddled to see that their once-used-to-be prisoner was now one of them.

But that was years ago.

Current moment-

You walked towards a log and sat down. Everyone was having such a good time tonight. You didn't want to ruin it with your sulking.

Peter thought it would be a good idea to have a party to celebrate their victory.

The fight wasn't really much... It was just another fight with the pirates. It ended pretty quickly but hey, Peter will use any excuse to have a party.

You weren't really feeling it, though and it seems like the only person who noticed was Felix...

You walked away heading towards your tent with a sad face, and Felix quickly followed behind while Peter watched it all happen.

When Peter saw this... he couldn't help but wonder what you two were up to. Usually, Felix would tell Peter what he intended to do before doing it, so Peter knew where he was and what he was doing at all times... But he never said anything about this.

Peter stopped playing his flute, but everyone kept dancing around the fire.

He just sat there in question. He couldn't help but wonder what you two were doing. He couldn't get the nasty thoughts out of his head. Strangely enough, it enraged him. The idea of his best friend screwing the only girl here frustrated him.

He didn't question his feelings to much as he walked towards your tent.

He was about to smash the door open until he saw you and Felix through the window.

You two sat there on the bed. You weren't doing anything besides talking. Peter's face flushed when he realized he was overreacting. He then quickly lowered his head, hiding himself as he watches you both...

His mind was racing with possibilities of what you guys could be talking about. He knew Felix wouldn't do anything to upset him on purpose.

He grabbed onto the small shelf that held some plants outside your window. He tried leaning in to hear what you guys were saying. He heard nothing, but what he saw that moment made him mad...

It was so childish, and he knew that much, but he couldn't help it. His face burned with anger as he held tighter onto the wood. He saw Felix hugging Y/n. It might have been a small gesture, but still...

What the h*ll are those two doing?! He thought... Why in the world is she in her tent... with- WITH HIM?!

He continues to overthink the situation...

Why does she look so sad... Doesn't she like my parties??

Felix then stood up and left, but not before saying something to Y/n. Though once he stepped foot out that door, Peter quickly grabbed him yanking him to the ground so Y/n wouldn't see.

"Woah!" Felix yelped.

"What the h*ll were you two doing in there?!" Peter's face was so scrunched up. It was clear that he was angry.

Felix was completely dumbfounded... "P-Peter? We-were you spying on us?!" He had a smile on his face. Clearly, he found this situation amusing.

Peter stumbled for a moment before speaking- "N-hh... ANSWER MY QUESTION!" He yelled through gritted teeth.

"Wait- Are you... ARE YOU JEALOUS!?" Felix was laughing now. Peter quickly covered his mouth and looked towards Y/n... She was still there. Good.

"Felix, I swear to god if you don't explain yourself-!"

"It was nothing. She was just sad that we had this party. It had nothing to do with me..."

"W-why was she sad?" Peter's face softened.

"Today was the day when her parents died," Felix said as he sat up straight. He grabbed Peter's hand away, forcing Peter to let go of him. "So be glad. There was nothing for you to be jealous of." He patted Peter's head as he walked away. Leaving him dumbfounded.

"Wait!" Peter stood up. "Then what was with you? You and Y/n have been acting weird all week!"

Felix turned around. "Like I said, it's her parent's death day. While you were being jealous, I've been comforting her all week. If you don't want any other guy stealing her away from you, then I suggest listening to her for once! Seriously dude! She once told you about this day and you completely forgot so much so that you thought it would be a good idea to hold a party! I think you owe her an apology."

Clearly, Felix was irritated at the way Pan had been behaving. So much so he was brave enough to give him attitude as he left.

A/n

Honestly, not my best work. I hope it isn't that bad though. I just couldn't really come up with any better situations for it.😅😭

But don't worry, there will be more moments with Peter being jealous and stuff. (Just in different fics 😅)

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