#oaut peter pan

[his-lost-one]

honestly it’s so frustrating trying to figure out how old pan actually was. my current guess is roughly 250 bc hook once said that he was in neverland for about 200 years and rumple was probably a little over 50 when he killed milah and hook decided to go to neverland and yeah idk. almost feels like too short of a timespan but idk idk. to an extent, any guesses like that are irrelevant because ✨time doesn’t pass in neverland✨ except it kinda does??? like what does it even mean for time jot to pass except for that not aging thing???

like it makes so little sense actually. because the dreamshade poison was able to travel through david’s body, so it’s obviously not completely static in terms of bodily functions and metabolism. but also that cut devin got from henry never healed like at all as far as we saw in the show, so it’s obviously not on the same level as in other realms.

so like my theory is that some type of time has to exist in neverland, otherwise everything would’ve had to have been more static, but the time in neverland is slower or at least seems slower than normal time.

another example for this is imo when wendy spent that one night in neverland the first time and was surprised that she had only been gone for a day bc she thought it was longer.

another question i have here is how old rumple is by the time the neverland arc happens bc he was never really in a situation where time was altered after his first time being on neverland and being in storybrooke (although that’s debatable bc time did still pass there but more in a soft groundhog’s day kinda way and again without aging and everything). bc if we figured out rumple’s age we could also figure out hook’s, baelfire’s, and pan’s ages with at least rough but grounded estimates.

#once upon a time #ouat peter pan #peter pan ouat #pan <3 #killian jones #mr gold #ouat rumplestiltskin #rumplestiltskin ouat #ouat malcolm #oaut wendy darling #rumple #wendy darling ouat #hook #baelfire #neal cassidy #moi #i love rambling about pan lore #ouat devin #devin ouat #devin #wendy ouat #ouat wendy #idk how to tag actuallyy #jskdbdkhdks #ouat neverland #neverland ouat #neverland #ouat

[fandomshatepeopleofcolor]

i find it very disingenuous to say that the only people who are complaining about the peter pan and wendy movie are white, or that there's anything suspicious about it. sure, i cant prove it (on anon), but my sister and i (both black) have been fans of the peter pan story for years and think that the disney+ version is bad for a variety of reasons, nothing to do with diversity (as i'm assuming that other anon was implying). plenty of peter pan adaptations are diverse (hook, the syfy neverland miniseries, fox's peter pan and the pirates), a couple portraying peter as black (wendy, come away- both movies from 2020). it's a shame that people are pointing at yara playing tink as the problem (or alexander playing peter), when the whole cast could be white and it would still be a lackluster film. not liking a movie doesnt suddenly make fans of color "white"

in that same vein, i'll be out to support the lice action little mermaid, but the cgi of the backgrounds and animals, as well as the coloring and lighting, looks bad. so i'm there to support halle, but if it's a bad movie i'm not gonna pretend it's not (like with peter pan and wendy)

you're entitled to your opinion ofc. I never said poc all had to agree with me. but as someone who watched the original cartoon on repeat and watched peter pan 2003 about a dozen times when the movie came out on dvd peter pan and wendy really had lots of nostalgia for me. like I owned hook since it came out on vhs and I was obsessed with it because Rufio was filipino and my grandfather was filipino. like yeah it was more diverse than what had come before but it still didn't give us a legacy character from the original jm barrie works that were racebent. And like yes you say you didn't like this adaptation but you don't mention those reasons. Like I was thinking of making a video on this adaptation and I hope you don't mind but I'm using this as an example of ppl holding diverse adaptations to higher standards than the original *white* versions.

Like at this point I'm not even gonna guess at what your complaints are because I will literally get more out of views on youtube for a video. so come back later when I've written, shot, edited a review on why this is legitimately a great step forward in peter pan adaptations and I enjoyed it quite a lot.

mod ali

PS I've also seen the syfy peter pan adaptation with the amazing Q'orianka kilcher (who btw not nearly enough ppl used to fancast her as Katniss everdeen but I digress). It was ok but it felt a bit like Battlestar Galactica where a miniseries was done with the intent to launch a show and then the show never happened. Whereas with Peter Pan and Wendy you can totally see a franchise coming about from this and it would be LOADS better than say OAUTs Peter pan.

#peter pan and wendy #q'orianka kilcher #tinkerbell #yara shahidi #hook

[mykinkyyandere]

EXCUSE ME!!! Did we have the same childhood I was madly in love with Peter Pan from OAUT and Jack Frost. But Anakin Skywalker was literally my sexual awakening

YEEEEEEESSS 😭😭😭

#kinkyyan answers

[themadlostgirl]

Looking up to You

*Getting requests done so I can procrastinate on my school work!*

Prompt: Tall, glasses wearing Reader is insecure and Peter makes them feel better

~~~

I thought that Neverland was supposed to make things better. I thought that being on an island with no rules full of people who didn’t fit in or were unwanted in their old homes. But I was just as much an outcast here than I was at home. How was that even possible? How could you still be the odd one out in a realm full of oddballs?

The biggest one was that I was a girl. Being a girl on an island full of all boys was already bound to make me stand out. The other thing was that I had to wear glasses. It really wasn’t that big a deal but I have yet to see any of the boys wearing any. It also made things complicated at training since they were prone to slipping while trying to fight and I had to worry about not breaking them. If my glasses broke then I was really screwed cause I was borderline blind without them.

The real clincher in it all was just how tall I was. I towered over most of the boys, including our leader.

Back home all the girls were petite and cute and could snuggle up next to their fellas and put their head on their chests. Tall boy. Small girl. All of the boys I knew in my village seemed to resent that I was taller than them. Like it was some great offense. Needless to say, it sucked.

On Neverland I thought things would be better. I came to this island and met the leader of the Lost Boys and the boy who kept everyone in line. Peter Pan. For the time when I first met him on the sandy beaches where I had been dropped I thought that I had made it to paradise.

Peter didn’t look at me like I was some giant come to stomp the village people into dust. He looked at me like a normal person. He even complimented my glasses which was something no one had done before. Said they made me look distinguished, especially compared to the savage boys that roamed the island.

As nice as his words had been the moment was quickly ruined when I met the Lost Boys and they piled on me ten times worse than the people did back home. I try to keep my chin up but most days its hard to want to even leave my tent. When I wasn’t training I was crouched somewhere trying to make myself as small as possible.

Currently I sat at the edge of the camp watching the boys jump around a large bonfire. It looked like fun. I took off my glasses to wipe some smudge away when one of the boys came over and snatched them right out of my hands.

“Hey! Give those back!” I shot to my feet but the world was so damn blurred I could hardly make out who was who.

“What? These?” one of the boys held up my glasses. “How bad is your vision anyway, sasquatch? Holy shit! I put them on for two seconds and I already have a headache. You’re as blind as a bat.”

“Really? Let me see!” the boys tossed my glasses around taking turns looking through them and howling with laughter the entire time. I stumbled after them in a haze trying to stop them before they broke them.

“Give them back!” I shouted at them, near hysterical, “You’re gonna break them!”

“Aw, she’s scared we’re gonna break her glasses.” the boys cackled. “You mean like this?” I heard the definite snap of my glasses being split in two.

“NO!”

They tossed them to the ground and stamped on the broken pieces with their feet until nothing remained but a busted frame and a pile of broken glass. I knelt down trying to grasp the broken pieces, my hands getting cut up on the sharp edges of glass.

“What’s going on over here?” the sound of Peter’s voice sent the boys scattering. “First smart thing you’ve done tonight.” Peter shouted after them. “Don’t think you’re safe just cause you ran away like cowards. There’s no place on this island where you’ll be able to hide!”

Peter knelt down next to me. “Stop messing with that,” he swatted my hands away from the broken pieces of my glasses, “Honestly, what do you think you can do with this? You can barely even see right now, can you?”

I placed my hands back in my lap. Peter sighed and scooped up the pieces. I was able to make out a greenish glow coming from his hands. “There, that should do it.” he tilted my chin up and tucked my glasses back on my face. His fingertips gently traced down the side of my face before pulling away. “Good as new.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Sure I did. Can’t have you running into trees cause you can’t see right.” He stood up and held out a hand for me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. I automatically hunched over and tried to retreat back to the sanctity of the shadows.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, catching my arm before I could make a swift exit.

“I was just going to sit down.”

“All I ever see you do is sit during our celebrations.” Peter looked back at the bonfire. “I know things can be pretty tough around here but these nights are meant to be fun. Why don’t you go have some?”

“Over there? Where everyone can see me?”

“Yes, pet,” Peter nodded, “That’s where all the fun is being had after all.”

“No,” I shook my head, “I don’t want everyone staring at me.”

“What’s the big deal? Who cares what they think?”

“I’m the big deal.” I stood up straight so Peter had to look up at me, “I am literally the big deal. Look at me! Everyone already thinks I’m freak cause I’m so tall. I don’t need to be doing something stupid like drawing more attention to myself.”

“You don’t want to have fun cause you’re tall? Felix is tall too and he knows how to have let loose a little.”

“Well Felix is a guy. Guys are meant to be tall. When a girl is tall it’s weird.” I clutched my arms to my chest. I winced slightly and remembered that my hands were still cut up. Damn it. I tried dabbing at the blood with the end of my cloak.

“Let me see that,” Peter grabbed my hands and inspected the cuts. “Is that what you think?” he asked as he placed his palms against mine. A green glow passed between our pressed palms and a small tingling sensation radiated from my fingertips.

“It’s what I know.” I told him, trying to ignore the rapid beating of my heart.

“The boys that don’t like it if a girl is taller than them are just upset because they can’t look down on her.” Peter looked up at me, “You need to find the ones that are more than happy to look up to you.”

“Kinda like you?” the words slipped past my lips before I could think better of it.

“Yes, pet,” Peter wove our fingers together, “Kinda like me,”

I could swear my heart was going to burst out my chest. He smiled at my wide eyes and pulled me closer to the bonfire. “Come on, let’s dance.”

“But--”

“Do you not want to dance with me?”

“No, of course I do!”

“Then fuck what anyone else thinks. If someone says some shit to you then I’ll break their kneecaps. Got it?”

My cheeks warmed and a smile grew on my face. For the first time I held my head up a bit higher. “Got it.”

Peter pulled me into the ring dancing around the bonfire. At first I was nervous and all too aware of the eyes on us but then Peter pulled me close as we jumped and spun around the fire and everything else melted away. He was staring up at me with that mischievous grin and those sharp green eyes. I had never felt more seen but when it was him I didn’t care. I never wanted him to take his eyes off me.

#peter pan ouat #oaut peter pan #ouat #neverland #peter pan x reader #peter pan imagine #request #short fic

[evangeline-perry]

Peter Pan relationship headcanons

masterlist

🗡 you’d meet on neverland for the first time in your dreams.

🗡 At first pan would be confused

🗡 cause girls never ended up in neverland

🗡 even in their dreams

🗡 the lost boys would tease you the first few times you showed up

🗡 but one day you beat one of their stronger ones in a fight

🗡 and they all accepted you

🗡 and this left Pan genuinely confused

🗡 from that point on, you were the only one who got to address him as Peter

🗡 this cycle of you showing up in your dreams would go on for a while

🗡 you and Peter got closer

🗡 until the point came where he offered to let his shadow bring you to Neverland for real

🗡 you, of course, accepted

🗡 over time, whenever he sees one of the older lost boys, and especially Felix flirted, or even talked to you, he felt a burst of jealousy

🗡 it took a while for him to accept he loved you

🗡 it wouldn’t take long for the boys to catch on something was going on

🗡 and so none of them dared to talk to you whenever Pan was within earshot

🗡 which was always when it comes to neverland

🗡 eventually you’d confront him about it, and he simply tells you:

🗡 ‘You’re mine’

🗡 and that’s basically how it started

🗡 he was kind of possessive at times but you didn’t really mind

🗡 it would be little things

🗡 his arms around you whenever you sit on his lap

🗡 his fast, demanding, passionate kisses

🗡 his hand that would always be on you in some way: your shoulder, or your waist, 

🗡 or your thigh

🗡 even if he was possessive, he wasn’t the jealous type

🗡 because he didn’t need to be

🗡 the boys wouldn’t dare to face Pan’s wrath if they were caught flirting with you

🗡 the first ‘I love you’ would come from him

🗡 though indirectly

🗡 one day, when you were cuddling

🗡 he quietly asked you: ‘You do love me too, don’t you?’

🗡 to which you answered: ‘Yeah, I love you’

🗡 ‘Good, I love you too’

#peter pan #peter #once upon a time #ouat #oaut felix #oaut imagine #oaut headcanons #oaut x reader #ouat headcanons #ouat headcanon #peter x reader #peter imagine #peter headcanon #peter headcanons #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader #peter pan headcanon #peter pan headcanons #once upon a time x reader #once upon a time imagine #once upon a time headcanon #once upon a time headcanons

[honestly-who-knows-blog]

what am i

kinda angst? i guess…

this is my first writing on here so yee. probs sucks ass but i tried.

reader feels used and doesn’t want to anymore so she asks to be taken back home.

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You woke up to find yourself alone in bed. you did most of the time, but sometimes he would stay.. but only sometimes. most times Peter would leave after you fell asleep. maybe he thought you wouldn’t notice that he wasn’t there all night with you. You knew that Peter pan didn’t have feeling for anyone, or at least that’s what he told everyone.

You didn’t mean to get caught in this circle, but you couldn't resist his charm. his smile, his green eyes. you just couldn’t help yourself. you fell into his black hole and now you were stuck and even if you didn’t want to be, you were.

you were reaching your limit with him though. not wanting to feel used anymore you decided you were going to ask him to bring you back home, tomorrow. Tonight you just wanted to sleep and forget everything for a while.

~~~~~~~~~

When you woke up the next morning you still felt tired, so it took you a while to leave your tent. when you did you went to the camp to find pan. you asked a few of the lost boys if they knew where he was but none of them seemed to know. you kept your search as you looked threw the forest of neverland. growing tired of walking and not finding him, you sat under a tall tree. getting lost in thought you hadn’t noticed a shadow of a tall boy standing over you tell you heard someone clear their throat, it was Peter.

you looked up to see his green eyes looked down at yours. “y/n? what are you doing out here by yourself?” he raised an eyebrow at you.

“i was, umm looking for you.” you got up from your place in the ground, brushing dirt and leaves off before standing straight. “i wanted to talk to you about something..” you hesitated. you knew he was going to be mad that you wanted to leave. pan doesn’t like when people leave neverland.

Peter looked at you with an interested look. “ what would that be love?”

You took a deep breath “i wan to go home.” you spoke slow and sounding unsure of yourself. peter could tell but look confused.

“but why? you like the boys, and the little ones love you. you have everything here, so why would you want to leave?” he sounded offended.

he was right, you did love the lost boys,  and living here has been better then living in your world. but you just couldn’t take being around him anymore when you knew he wasn’t really yours. the thought made your eyes begin to swell up with tears.

“i just.. i just cant anymore. i want you, but you don’t really want me..” you confessed. your tears began to fall. “i cant stay here anymore.” you looked up to him with sad eyes.

Peter looked at you, it seemed like he was thinking about something. you just hoped you didn’t anger him because who knew what he could do to you. after a moment he finally open his mouth to speak. “y/n.. i could never give you what you want, im not and have never been that kind of person” he sighed. “but i am human enough to let you leave, if i am hurting you like this.”

you held your breath. you were to shocked to breath. he wasn’t mad. he almost looked hurt actually. “so i can go home?” you sounded surprised.

“ill have the shadow take you home when everyone is asleep.” he told you before turning around walking away.

you just stood there watching him walk away. you new this was the last time you would probably ever see him again. you felt sad but you new this was best for you and even him.

later that night when everyone was asleep, the shadow came to your tent. as you took his hand and you flew above neverland you looked down to see peter standing at the edge of the beach by himself. your heart skipped a beat. this was it, the end. and it felt horrible.

#peter oan #peter pan #peter pan imagine #peter pan x reader #oaut peter pan #ouat imagine

[idairscorner]

So I found this in my drafts and I finally reminded myself that I really need to finish the shit I start, for a change. Spoiler alert! 

I actually finished it. 

Title: Change of mind

Summary: Wendy tries extreme measures to escape Pan, but things don’t go exactly as she planned. Oneshot. Darkish.

Warnings: please mind the whole amount of darkness of both OUAT!Wendy and OAUT!Peter. Those little fuckers.

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#darling pan #peter pan #wendy darling #ouat fanfiction #once upon a time fanfiction #my writing

[themadlostgirl]

Intoxicated

*Hello! I am back and I have requests!*

Prompt: Shy Y/N has been pining after Peter for a long time without saying anything. Until one night he stumbles into her tent drunk as a skunk.

Requested by: anon

Warnings: none

~~~

I’ve never given much thought on my relationships with the opposite sex. Growing up I didn’t know a lot of boys and those that I did were barely acquaintances. So when I started living on an island that almost completely consisted of them I found myself a little nervous. After some stressful accommodation I grew to really like all the lost Boys. To a degree that is. One out of all of them though held my interest the most.

The leader Peter Pan.

I couldn’t quite explain why. He was unlike anyone I had ever known in both personality and actions. I found myself watching him when I had nothing else to keep my focus. When he fought he was scary, so quick and sure in every movement. The intensity in his gaze chilling. But when he was playing games he was more relaxed but still focused. Like he didn’t want to let on how much thought he putting into his next move.

Then there was the time I found him on the beach. He was in the shallows where the waves met the shore. Shoes long forgotten as he splashed his feet in the water. The pipes he kept on his person at all times played a simple calming tune. A small smile on his face as he went about. It was the only time I saw him completely at ease. There was no mask. No role to play. This was the boy behind the name.

I almost felt like I was intruding on his privacy. As if this were a moment not meant to be seen. Yet I couldn’t look away.

I smiled and watched him disappear down the beach splashing his toes in the water and playing his simple tune. Then my heart missed a beat as a realization came to me. I was in love with Peter Pan.

I never told a soul of course. How could I? If anyone knew they would laugh at me. What was I but a silly girl with her silly emotions wrapped up in her head. If Peter knew...I didn’t want to imagine how he would react.

Not to say it stopped me from daydreaming. Wondering what it felt like to be held by him and to dance with him. Imagining him confessing his undying love for me and kissing me softly. Most of all I imagined that night I realized I loved him. I imagined being there with him as we strolled down the beach. Our hands intertwined and sweet nothings whispered in my ear.

Some days I even let myself believe it could be a reality. Moments I searched for more meaning in. Like when he assisted me in my training, taking extra care to make sure I was doing everything right and well. Or when I flippantly mentioned how much I missed reading and he showed up with a couple books the next day. The one night he asked me for a dance and I was so nervous I missed a step and made us fall over. I was a mess but he gazed at me softly and asked if I was alright.

Dumb little moments he probably didn’t think twice about.

It was the one night that it all came to a head though. Peter was missing from the camp again as was pretty normal. There would be days at a time when Peter had just gone from the island with no explanation. It put me in a dower mood but if anyone noticed they didn’t say anything.

I turned into bed early and ran my finger of the spine of books next to my cot. At least one good thing that came with Peter’s trips off the island was that he always returned with trinkets for me and the boys. At least I assumed the boys also got something. Peter couldn’t just be getting me books and knick knacks and not the others.

I let out a sigh and blew out the lantern near me. Hopefully Peter would be back in the morning.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard someone shuffling around outside my tent. Who was here? Usually the boys are decent enough to not come harassing me when I was trying to sleep.

“Anybody home?” my eyes snapped open. That was Peter’s voice.

“Peter?” my heart started to beat faster. He was home!

“Y/N!” Peter stumbled into my tent and fell face first into my lap.

“What are you doing?” I pushed him off with a laugh.

“Wanted to see you,” Peter mumbled as he struggled to right himself. “Couldn’t remember which tent was yours though.”

“Are you okay?” He was acting really weird, “Are you sick?”

“Yes.” he leaned in closer towards me, “I am very sick.”

The smell of booze hit my nose. “Peter, did you raid Hook’s rum supply again?”

“He sucks at hiding it. It’s his own fault.” Peter pouted. “You gotta help me. I am super sick.”

“No, you’re drunk.” I sighed and started to pull him up, “Let’s get you back to your tent, buddy.”

“I don’t wanna! I wanna stay here.”

“In my tent?”

“Yes!”

“Nope.” I tried to pull him up but he wouldn’t budge. “Peter, come on! Get up!”

“No, I wanna stay!” he collapsed onto his back and I stopped trying to get him standing.

“Why?” I groaned as I sat down next to him, “Why can’t you go rest in your own tent?”

“You’re not there,” he rolled over so he was facing me. Even inebriated this boy was able to give me butterflies.

“Why does it matter if I’m there?” I asked him.

“Cause I like you.” He reached out a hand and placed it on my thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth, “I’ve always liked you.”

“We are good friends…” I mutter not wanting to get my hopes up.

“No!” he snapped and pinched my leg, “Not friends!”

“We’re not friends?” my heart started to break.

“I don’t wanna be your friend. I want to be more.”

“Oh…” my heart started racing again, “When you say more, what do you mean?”

He looked at me with a dopey little smile on his face. “I wanna be able to kiss you.” he whispered, “I want to hug you and fall asleep next to you. I wanna tell you stuff that I can’t say when we’re friends.”

Peter’s confession had shaken me to my core. He wants...oh my god.

It may just be the alcohol talking. I’ve seen him intoxicated enough times to know he probably won’t remember any of this come morning. It is only for that reason that I pry further.

“Peter,” I cradled his head in my lap, “What are your feelings for me exactly?”

He stared up at me with those big green eyes and poked my nose, “I love you. I love you! I love Y/N!” he got increasingly louder until I was forced to cover his mouth. “I wanna tell the world! I love you, Y/N!”

“Yes. Yes. I heard you.” I shushed him. I didn’t want the boys to hear and come eavesdropping if they weren’t already.

Peter just said he loves me. Peter loves me. Peter loves me! Okay. Remain calm. We can’t rely on this information. He is severely intoxicated. He could just be spouting nonsense. The thought made me sad but it only lasted a moment.

All I had wanted. Everything I had wanted to hear and it was becoming a reality. Even if the confession was soured some by his drunken state. I could hold the memory of Peter Pan saying he is in love with me in my heart.

“So?” he stuck out his bottom lip.

“Huh?”

“Does Y/N love me?” he asked.

And here I thought that his drunken declaration of love would be the most shocking thing I heard tonight.

“Do I love you?” I could barely keep myself from shaking. I couldn’t even look at him I was so nervous. “Well...um…”

“It’s okay if you don’t.” Peter whispered in the saddest voice ever. He sounded devastated. “I just wanted you to know how I felt.”

“Wait, Peter,” I took a deep breath to try and steady myself. There can’t be any real harm can there? He’s drunk and won’t remember any of this when he wakes up. At least if I said something now I could get it off my chest with no repercussions.

“I love you too.” I traced his cheek with my thumb, “I’ve loved you for a long time now but I was just too shy to say anything. I didn’t want you to think I was clingy and I wasn’t even sure you thought of me that way. But I do. I love you, Peter.”

“Good,” he yawned, his face stretching into a big dorky smile, “I guess that means we’re in love.”

“For as long as the rum is in your system.” I nestled myself back into my sleeping position, “Sure, we’re in love.”

“Can I stay here then?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I wrapped his arms around me, “You can stay.” If only to pretend that this was real for just a minute longer. “Now go to sleep.”

The pair of us fell asleep in love. In the morning it would be just me in love with my leader again and Peter probably wondering why he was snuggled against me with a huge hangover. I knew it would hurt but I got my heart broken every day. What was one more day?

~~~

Peter woke up first. Y/N was still fast asleep in his arms.

He was so glad that last night had worked out.

Acting like he was drunk and confessing to his shy little Lost Girl that he was in love with her had been the easy part. She didn’t take any of it seriously, safe in the thought that none of it would be remembered by him, which made saying it a whole lot easier.

He was in love with his Lost Girl.

He wasn’t sure how it happened. One day he was lounging in a hammock as the boys danced and hooted around the bonfire. Then he looked across the way and saw Y/N sitting on a log. Her gaze lost to the flames that lit her features and made shadows dance across her face. Fire burned in her daydreaming eyes.

Peter’s heart froze and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. She wasn’t doing anything. She was just sitting there with a contemplative smile, completely unaware of the world around her. In that moment he had nothing but the intensest need to join her by her side and lay her head on his shoulder.

He tried to forget about the moment but in the subsequent days that followed it only solidified. Her wide smile when she laughed, her focus when she was training, the happy melodies she hummed to herself all the time. Every little bit of her ingrained itself on him until he was forced to accept it.

He loved her.

Of course Peter didn’t want to scare her away with his feelings, especially if she didn’t feel the same way. So he did little things to put her at ease and hopefully convey what he felt. Bringing her books, helping her at training, offering her interesting trinkets he found in his travels that he thought she’d enjoy. He tried asking her to dance once but he could tell she was uncomfortable with it so didn’t ask again.

Finally it became too much. He needed to know if she felt the same way. But he couldn’t say anything that would put him in a compromising position so devised a plan to get to the truth. Act drunk and then confess. Not his most elegant ruse but it had worked.

Now came the hard part though. Telling her he was pretending and that he does in fact remember everything he said and what she said.

“Y/N,” he whispered, “Y/N, wake up darling.”

“Hmm?” she peered at him through squinted eyes. “Peter?”

“Yes.”

“Mm,” she closed her eyes again, “Nice dream…”

He pressed a finger against her lips and smirked. “Not a dream, Lost Girl.”

She bolted up right, brushing the last of the sleep from her eyes. “Peter--you--what are you--”

“Calm down,” he chuckled, “Don’t you remember last night?”

“Last night?” she took a moment to think, “Yeah. You were drunk and decided to sleep in my tent.”

“Yes, about that…”

“Wait,” she inspected him closer, “Why aren’t you hungover?”

“I have a small confession.” he reached for her hands, “Last night I wasn’t actually drunk. I was only pretending to be so that I could confess to you and see if you felt the same way about me.”

“You were pretending to…” a look of horror passed over her face, “Oh my god. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Afraid not, darling,” he pulled her just the tiniest bit closer, “I meant what I said last night. And if you meant what you said then there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“I still think there is plenty to be embarrassed about.” she pouted. “I didn’t think you liked me that way.”

“I do. I have for a long time now. When did you start liking me?”

“Forever ago. I can’t even remember anymore.”

“Well, I guess there’s only one other thing to do.”

“Which is?”

“We confessed to being in love with each other and I am really liking this just woke up look so I am going to kiss you now.” he closed the distance between them and left a long soft kiss on her mouth. He’d be lying if he said a little thrill didn’t go up his spine when she started to kiss him back.

This was a new adventure he couldn’t wait to start.

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