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letdecemberburninflames · 7 years

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Let’s Play

Peter Pan x Mermaid!Reader | Part 2

Summary: Part 1 Part 3

Fic Type: Peter Pan x Mermaid!Reader Series

Warnings: Slight profanity

Author’s Note: So... People wanted a second part. Here it is. Let me know what you think!

Y/N accepted the apple, and savored every bite. She hadn't eaten for days, and the taste of any food at all was enough to make her grateful to her rescuer. She watched the boys quietly, studying them. Peter appeared to be their leader, as all the boys did as he said. During the night, Peter had fetched her some clothes, and now she wore her tunic from before beneath a leather corset, pants, and leather boots. A cloak hung from her shoulders, the hood down. Despite his help, she was wary of him. She had spent most of her life hunted, and she wasn’t about to let her guard down now.

“Y/N.” Pan motioned for her to follow him, so she pulled herself to her feet. “Watch, but do not interfere.”

All around them, lost boys were discarding breakfast leftovers and gathering weapons. The air buzzed with an excited energy, and the boys whispered to each other; about the girl, about the upcoming activity. This seemed to be a regular happenstance, as the boys moved swiftly until they were gathered around an open circle of earth, each of them holding some sort of weapon. Peter stepped into the center of the circle, and Y/N watched with narrowed eyes.

“Let’s play a game. ” A wicked smirk crept onto Pan’s face, and he locked eyes with Y/N who tensed in response. “James!” He shouted, and a dark-haired boy stepped from the crowd into the circle, a spear slung over his shoulder and a proud gleam in his eyes. “Devin!” Devin joined Peter and James in the circle, grinning with anticipation, a fighting stick he brandished like a sword in his grip. “You know what to do.” Peter melded back into the exterior ring of boys next to Y/N.

“What are they-” Y/N began to ask, but was interrupted by the violent crack of wooden poles crashing against each other. Peter smiled with satisfaction next to her. She watched with horrified fascination as the boys advances, parried, and attacked each other.

Devin was beginning to slow. They had been fighting for a solid fifteen minutes. He was smaller than James, and was struggling to block his blows. Suddenly, James swung his spear at Devin’s legs, and Devin wasn't fast enough. Bruised and bloody, he was knocked to the ground, gasping for breath.

He held up his hands. “Please,” he panted as Jack stood above him. “I need a break.”

“Stop!” Peter commanded, stepping into the circle. He pulled Devin to his feet, eyes blazing with anger. “You are done when I tell you you're done. Not when you need a break.”

Y/N watched with wide eyes as Pan exited the circle and gestured for the fight to continue. Shouts and laughter rippled around the circle as Jack attacked Devin, throwing punches to the boy who lay helpless on the ground. This was madness.

“Watch, but do not interfere.” flew out the window as Y/N herself ran into the circle, pushing James off of Devin, who was to shocked to fight back. “Stop!” She yelled, crouching protectively next to the injured boy.

Eyes darted between Peter and the girl who had yet to be introduced to the boys. Whoever she was, she was recklessly brave, to the point of being stupid even. Shocked silence fell as Pan strode forward, grasped the girl's arm, and pulled her up and away from Devin. The circle scattered, all eyes on them.

“What do you think you're doing?” Pan shouted, slamming the girl against the nearest tree.

She gazed defiantly up at him, not the least bit frightened by the position she was in. Something in the back of Pan’s mind triggered, and he remembered grown men trembling in fear before him. And yet, there she was with the audacity to defy him.

“I know what you are,” He growled. “And I can just as easily throw you back in the sea where you came from, fish. So,” Pan’s grip on her shoulders slackened slightly, but the rough bark of the tree still scraped her shoulder blades. “Remember who saved you. You owe me your life.”

The lost boys watched as the girl glared up at him. “You’re a monster.” She spat.

Pan smirked. “So are you.” He released the girl and turned to the group who had watched the exchange of words with awe. “For those of you who don't know, this,” He placed a hand on the shoulder of the girl. “Is Y/N. Our newest member.”

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“Thank you.” Devin said quietly as Y/N gently cleaned his wounds.

“You're welcome.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Y’know, for someone who just stood up to Pan, you’re awfully shy.” Devin winced as she started to apply a poultice to a rather large cut on his arm. When she didn't reply, he carried on. “Why'd he call you 'fish’?”

Y/N took a sharp breath. “Because… He found me washed up on the shore.” It wasn't a total lie.

“Well,” Devin examined the dressing on the wound. “I'm certainly glad he found you.” He smiled cheekily at her.

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On the other side of camp, Pan leaned against a tree, watching his boys work. He had assigned some of the boys to build a treehouse for Y/N, not far from the main camp. She was… extraordinary. If his suspicions were correct, (and let's face it, when weren't they?) Y/N was the product of a mermaid and a human. He had heard stories long ago about these extremely rare, elusive creatures. They could walk on land like humans, but as soon as they were submerged, their legs turned to fins. They were captured and auctioned off like animals in the human world. In the ocean however, they were despised by merpeople and often hunted and killed for sport. Because to them, it was an abomination. For a mermaid to carry a human’s child was outrageous and unheard of. That's why she had been so terrified when he found her. It would only have been a matter of time before either pirates or merpeople found her.

He glanced over to where Y/N sat tending to Devin’s wounds. She was laughing, shaking her head at something he’d said. She looked up, and Pan caught her eye. The smile slipped from her face as he beckoned her over.

“What do you want from me?” Her voice was cold and solid as steel.

“Let’s make it a game. A puzzle to solve.” He smirked. “In the meantime, make yourself useful. Timothy needs a patch in his cloak; I’m assuming you can sew?” Pan pulled a young boy over, who held a torn cloak in his hands. He bent crouched down to the boy’s level to speak to him. “This is Miss Y/N, okay? She’s going to help you fix your cloak.” He rose and walked off, muttering a warning to Y/N as he passed. “You owe me your life. Follow my orders, or else.”

She shook her head, watching Pan walk off. That bastard.

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Later that night after a dinner of wild boar and berries, the lost boys celebrated the arrival of their newest companion. Y/N watched from the farthest edge of the circle around the fire, mending clothes. Since she repaired Timothy’s cloak all the boys seemed to have some article of clothing that needed mending. It didn’t matter to her, she’d rather mend clothes and stay out of Pan’s line of fire than dance around whooping and hollering.

“Why don’t you join them?”

The voice startled her, and she looked up from the shirt she was stitching. “Pan.” She muttered with a frown.

“This is all for you, you know. A new lost boy- sorry, girl.” Peter lifted the shirt, thread, and needle from her hands. “Perhaps a song will get you on your feet.” He said when she didn’t move. He lifted a set of reed pipes to his lips, and began to play.

Y/N stared at him, confused. What was he doing? Either she had gone deaf, or he was just messing with her.

Pan frowned at her unchanged expression. “Can you not hear this?” He lifted the pipes. He raised his eyebrows when she shook her head. “Interesting.” He murmured. It appeared that when she said she was lost, she had meant it in the conventional sense. There was no underlying loneliness. She meant what she had said and simply did not know where she was.

They sat in silence for awhile, watching the boys dance and shout, and Pan could sense how uncomfortable he was making Y/N. There was a palpable tension between them; either she was terrified and wasn’t showing it, or she just purely hated him. Despite the fact that he hadn’t known her for very long, he liked having her around. She was different. Firey. He liked that. Having someone around who could stir up a bit of trouble kept him from getting bored. Very few people, least of all his lost boys, dared to defy him once they understood his power. He would have fun shattering that strong will of hers. Perhaps it was time to demonstrate some of that power. All he had to do was push her to obey. She’d bite back, and he’d strike her down. That was the game.

“So which was it?” He broke the silence.

“Excuse me?”

“Which one of your parents was a human?” Pan smirked, “And which one abandoned you?” As Y/N glared at him, he caught a glimpse of something in her eyes beyond the cold, hardened glance. Pain. He had her. “Ah. It was both. Let me guess, mummy was a mermaid, daddy was a sailor, yes?”

“That’s none of your business.” Y/N stood and began to walk away from him, into the woods.

“Oh, but I think it is.” Pan stepped from behind a tree in front of her, blocking her path. “Mum left you with dad, and he didn’t want you either. Just admit it. You were abandoned.” He pressed.

“That’s not what happened.” Y/N crossed her arms in a defensive gesture.

“Oh? Then what did happen?”

“My parents were in love. My mum was captured and killed by mermaids, and my father raised me. There was a storm a month ago, and I was washed overboard.” She bowed her head. “But he’s coming back for me. I know he will.”

Peter shook his head. “Don’t you think that if your father really was coming back for you, he would have found you by now? He doesn’t want you; he’s better off without a girl, more like a creature, to take care of. You were a burden to him. Unwanted. Unloved.”

Y/N raised her head, and Pan knew he had hit home. Her eyes were filled with tears, but through her pain, she snarled at him. “Go to hell.”

He grinned. “Let’s play.”

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