Greetings.

Greetings, laddies. I’m Peter, Peter Pan. Go ahead and ask some questions. [For out of character questions I will be using () and answering with the name ‘Amber.’ That is not my real name; just what I’d prefer to be called. Perhaps if I get more comfortable I’ll sign Out Of Character updates with my real name but that may take awhile. Feel free to ask Pan any questions! He’ll answer every question truthfully.]

I don’t wanna be your girl/Peter Pan Smut

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Part 2

Anyway listen to this is you want feels while reading! Enjoy! (Wet: Don't wanna be your girl /Eest coast remix/) 

"Hey Y/N?" Felix said as I was about to walk into Peter and I's tree house. "Hey Felix." I said with a smile until I heard a noise coming from the tree house. "Felix?" I said confused "There's a new girl, Wendy." Felix said scratching the back of his neck. "New girl?" I said and I heard the sounds again. I grabbed the handle and before Felix could stop me I shoved the door open. I froze my heart literally stopped beating, I couldn't move. I heard faint shouting, it sounded like I was in water. Until I came back to reality. "Y/N it's not what it looks like it really isn't!" Peter said standing in front of me. Wendy I'm assuming was laying in my bed holding a sheet over herself. This was something I never had to worry about before, I was the only lost girl. *Flashback* "Peter stop!" I said laughing as Peter kissed my neck while tickling my sides. "I-I can't breathe!" I say laughing, "I love you." I heard him mumble. I stopped laughing, and I looked down at him. "What did you say?" I asked him. "I love you, Y/N." He said and I couldn't help but smile. "I love you." I said kissing him gently, I felt him smile into the kiss. I rolled us over so I was on top straddling his lap. He sat up and slid his hands down to my ass cupping it roughly. My fingers tangled into his hair tugging gently. He pulled away from the kiss and just looked at me, "What?" I asked him with a laugh "Nothing, you're just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He said before pressing his lips against mine. He flipped us over and he started grinding himself against me, I let out a moan against his lips. "Peter!" I gasped as I felt his boner press against my already wet core. "I want you." He said kissing my neck gently. "You have me." I say looking up at him as he pulls his shirt off revealing his toned body. I couldn't help but stare, "Like what you see?" He says with a cocky smirk. "Nope." I say popping the P. "Mm sure." He says with a chuckle before I pulled my shirt over my head along with my sports bra. His lips immediately attached themselves to my chest. As he did that I managed to get both of our pants down. No the only thing keeping our skin from touching was my panties and his boxers. Peter kissed down to my stomach stoping right above where I needed him, "Peter please." I begged quietly. His fingers hooked in the waist band and pulled them down painfully slow. Once they hit the ground his lips were on my clit, sucking harshly. My fingers retreated to his soft hair, tugging gently. I bucked my hips against his lips, he thrusted two fingers into my pussy. Making me screaming out in pleasure as I already felt the knot in my stomach building up. "F-faster!" I cried and he sped up his fingers along with his tongue. Before I knew it I was coming undone all over his lips. He pulled away and sucked his fingers clean. I sat up and roughly pressed my lips against his, moaning as I taste myself on him. I pushed him on his back and I palmed him through his boxers lightly, "Darling, No games." He says with a throaty groan. "But Peter you love games." I say innocently. He rolled his eyes and I decided to stop playing, I pulled his boxers down and threw them to the floor. His cock sprung up, pre cum already dripping from the tip. I didn't waste any time before bringing my plump lips to the tip, kitten licking. "Oh God." I heard Peter said under his breath. I finally took him all the way into my mouth, what I could take I pumped with my hand. I felt him buck his hips making me gag a little. "Fuck!" He moaned his head falling deeper into the pillows. "S-stop. I wanna be inside you when I cum." He said and I pulled my lips away. He immediately pushed me against the bed, he got between my legs. Pressing a soft kiss against my lips. "You ready?" He asked sweetly and I nodded. He pushed the tip in, trying to tease me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me, pushing himself all the way in. "Yes!" I cried out, taking my nails down his muscular back. Peter was already close, so when I moaned his name he came undone. He didn't stop though he kept thrusting until I felt a familiar knot in my stomach building up again. He reached between us rubbing my clit as he thrusted in painfully slow. But him rubbing my clit brought my over the edge. I finished screaming his name, he pulled out and he laid next to me. He pulled the soft blankets over us. "You're my one and only lost girl." He said kissing my shoulder gently. *End of Flashback* "Y/N Y/N?" I heard Peter yell and I finally came back to reality. I stumbled backwards slightly out of the treehouse. I ran down the steps and straight into the woods, I didn't hesitate when I heard Peter calling me. I just kept running, it felt as though I ran so far away. When really all I did was run into the forest. It was easy to get lost if you didn't know your way around, luckily I've been here so long I know the island as well as Peter. I ran deep into the dark green forest, I didn't want to see Peter every again. I knew the inevitable since he owns the island and I couldn't leave. I don't know if I really would wanna leave, any family I had would have died long ago. I didn't have anyone that I could start over with. "Y/N." I heard followed by a puff of breath. I turned around to face him, I couldn't hide forever. I hadn't realized the tears falling from my eyes until he wiped one away. "Y/N please listen." He said softly. I stood there frozen, Peter was my first love. He knows me better than anyone, "Why would you want to hurt me?" I asked quietly. "I never wanted to hurt you." He said his face softening. "You said I was the one and only lost girl." I said my voice breaking. "Y/N I-" he started again "I don't wanna be your lost girl anymore." I stated. The words that came out of my mouth felt like a slap to Peters face. "What?" He said in disbelief "I do love you." He said taking my hand. "You don't." I said and a tear fell from his face. "Do you not love me anymore?" He asked. "Of course I do, Peter." I said looking at the ground. "You and I have been together for so long, I didn't think you would do something like this." I said. "Y/N I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything to me, Wendy she's- she's a pawn." He said. "Am I not enough? Is it not enough to have a long happy life with me?" I asked more tears falling from my eyes. "That's all I ever wanted." He said quietly. "Y/N I promise you'll never have to see Wendy ever again, she'll stay in the cages." He went on. "Why? You made the mistake why should she have to pay the price?" I asked. "You want to leave?" He asked. "I don't." I said and he looked up at me. "I don't have anyone anymore. They're all dead. I had you, that was enough for me." I said with a sigh. "Tell me please, what could I do?" He pleaded. "What's done is done. There's no fixing it Peter." I said wiping my tears away and walking further into the forest.

Years after you escaped from Neverland, memories of Peter and the Lost Boys begins to take over your dreams. Maybe you missed that place more than you thought you did.

Random Imagines - Starstruck (Robbie Kay) (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/n57OzGBZYM Imagines and one-shots of my celebrity crushes. Feel free to ask for any random fanfic about your crush or anything else!

Mute: A Peter Pan love story (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ENRGLFRupL Alyssa is brought to Neverland by the Shadow and becomes Peter's very first Lost Girl. The biggest challenge upon her coming to the island is she doesn't speak. Peter has to win her trust and give a home to his Lost Girl. Originally started on Tumblr as an xreader but moved here. OUAT Peter based.

For those of you who read Mute back when it was posted, I’m reviving it on Wattpad! 

Peter Pan Imagine - Stolen

Imagine: you’re Captain Hook’s daughter, yet Hook kept it a secret from Pan because, ya know, it would be pretty dumb if he didn’t. Pan wants information on Baelfire, and in this alternate reality version, Baelfire was never captured by the Lost Boys and thus he was never taken to Neverland. Instead, he spent a few months on the Jolly Roger in which you two became really close, before he left. This Imagine takes place about a month later. Pan wants information on Baelfire and he kidnaps you to get it.

- Warnings: cursing

- Fandom: Once Upon A Time

- Length: Very long

Also, I was inspired to write this Imagine by another one that I read by “peter-panouat-imagines”. There are some similarities, but for the most part, this is my own.

I paced anxiously below deck in the Captain’s Quarters, listening to the commotion up above. Our ship, the Jolly Roger, had been invaded and my father, the infamous Captain Hook, ordered me to stay in his cabin where it was safe and to not come out until he came down to get me.

I couldn’t understand why. Usually (though it was a rare occurrence) when a skirmish broke out with other pirates I’d been allowed to fight with everyone else, and to be honest I quite enjoyed it—we always won, anyways. Killian had taught me to sword fight at a young age and I was good at it. I also had a dagger that he’d given me that I was skilled in using. I was a talented fighter to say the least, and I had never missed out on a brawl ever since I was old enough to defend myself. So why now would Killian tell me stay hidden? Who was really so dangerous he feared for my safety?

I clenched and unclenched my fists. I should be out there helping! I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I was capable of defending myself. I unsheathed my sword and swung it around a few times. Two minutes passed—and when you’re anxiously waiting in suspense, two minutes is a long time. Still the fighting above did not lessen. I heard thuds and shouts and grunts of pain, muffled through the layers of wood that divided us. I really wanted to go up there, but I also never disobeyed my father’s orders. Afterall, he always knows what’s best for me. I lashed my sword some more, fiercely.

Then suddenly, the noises ceased, so I did too, and I listened. Minutes ticked by. Surely the fighting had stopped; why hadn’t Killian come to fetch me yet? Maybe something bad had happened.  My mind rolled with all the things that could go wrong. I couldn’t wait any longer. With my sword in my hand, I unlocked the cabin door, quickly but quietly went up the stairs, then pressed my body against the door that opened to the deck. I heard someone talking—a voice I did not recognize, though I couldn’t make out any words. Something wasn’t right here.

My next move definitely wasn’t the smartest.

Taking a deep breath and ignoring my pounding heart, I stuck the key into the latch. Click. It creaked as it slowly opened before I gave it a kick.

What I saw made my blood run cold. Across the deck Killian was tightly tied to the main mast in rope, a cut on his forehead dripping blood. How someone managed to tie him up like that, I don’t know. Must’ve been someone with great power and magic, that’s for sure. Pure hatred smoldered in his eyes; he was glaring at someone who stood in front of him in, who looked no older than a teenage boy. His clothes were unusual—dark and leafy, and he wore a smugly devilish look on his unscathed face. The entire crew was frozen like time had stopped, still holding their swords as if they were in the middle of slashing someone. I knew right away they had been immobilized by magic. 

Several people in ragged clothes, their features hidden by cloaks or hastily-plastered paint swirled in odd designs, walked around them. They yielding all sorts of weapons such as knives or bows or spears. And as soon as the door opened, they all whipped around to stare at me in startlement, and I realized with a jolt of shock they were teenagers. All of them. Teenagers! What the bloody hell?

And as detailed as it is, all this took only a split second to take in.

“Killian!” I screamed. Not even thinking, I yanked my dagger out of its sheath and sprinted forward at full speed toward my father. Several of the boys lunged for me but I somehow managed to dodge past them all I was running so fast. I skidded to a halt on my knees in front of my father, dropping my sword, and started to cut at his ropes desperately with the dagger.

“Bloody hell, (y/n)!” Killian exclaimed in a hoarse but deep voice. “I told you to stay below deck!”

I opened my mouth to reply but didn’t get the chance to because I was suddenly yanked into the air and flung backwards by an unseen force. Panic surged through me before I landed on my back; the impact knocked the breath out of me, sent pain shooting across my body, and made by dagger fly out of my grasp. I didn’t take the time to dwell and catch my breath; I immediately scrambled to my feet, looking around wildly for my little knife. But before I could do anything the boys’ leader had the tip of my own sword pressed under my chin. I froze, staring at him in malice.

“Step away from her, Pan!” Killian snarled.

Pan? As in Peter Pan? I’d been told stories of the demon boy. No wonder I was ordered to stay out of the fight—Pan and his Lost Boys fought with their weapons dipped in dreamshade, a deadly poison. They were vicious and ruthless, especially their leader, who wielded powerful, wicked, and merciless magic. And now here I was, at his mercy.

“Staying hidden on your ship wouldn’t have done this lass any good, you fool,” Pan said to Hook. His voice was so smooth, so confident. And held an underlying tone of smugness. “I was just about to send my boys to search everything. She’d have been found, easy.”

I hated to admit it, but that was true. Because I hadn’t been trying to hide myself, I was simply waiting in the Captain’s Headquarters.

“You never told me you had a young girl as part of your crew, Captain,” Pan chided on. “And a rather fetching one at that,” he added, looking me up and down.

“I’m flattered,” I said in mock gratitude. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Those last words slid from my mouth before I could stop them.

“Is that so?” He lifted one eyebrow and grinned right back—something about his smile made the hairs on my neck stand up. He had a twisted smile (not physically, but something about it was just….chilling).

“Get your filthy hands off her,” Killian roared, pulling at his ropes.

“I’m thinking,” Pan walked in a circle around me, the sword pointing within inches of my body the entire time. “Is she your daughter?”

“Leave her out of this,” was Killian’s furious reply.

“You never told me you had a daughter, Hook.” Pan’s eyes alighted in a wicked delight. Shit, I thought. I knew what that meant. Pan now had leverage over Killian: me.

I saw my dagger lying a few feet away.

“And for bloody good reason!” Killian spat. “Get away from her or I’ll slay you! I’ll lay your entrails from here to your cursed island!”

“Look at that leather,” Pan drawled, ignoring Killian’s threats. “Real daddy’s girl aren’t you, laddie?”

I didn’t answer. In a flash, I ducked away from the sword and dived for my dagger. I grabbed it and spun around and threw it at Pan. He caught it just before it hit his neck, and my limbs went numb with shock. How in the hell did he do that? Pan’s eyes narrowed, and he tutted. “Not fast enough.”

Now I had no weapons. Suddenly someone rushed in behind me and wrapped their arm around my neck. I struggled vainly, almost managing to free myself before a I felt a knife pressed against my throat.

“Get off of her, you bloody bastards!” Killian bellowed. He was straining at his ropes, bucking his body in a futile attempt to loosen them.

“All in good time,” Pan chuckled as he slowly walked toward me, inspecting my dagger. Then he traced the tip of it around my face, and though I tried to move my face away, I was held tight by the boy behind me.

“Tell me,” Pan said, “do you know anything about Baelfire?”

“Baelfire?” The name sent a lurch of emotions through me. I knew plenty about Baelfire.

“Seems you do.” Pan smiled maliciously. “Where is he?”

“Not here,” I replied. “He left us months ago.”

“But where?” Pan repeated. The dagger painfully pressed harder against my face. I had a gut feeling that I shouldn’t give any information to this boy. Killian was shouting threats as he struggled at his ropes, but Pan paid no heed to them.

“I don’t know,” I lied. The hatred in my eyes burned as strongly as my father’s did as I glared at this boy.

“I think you do.” Pan growled, leaning so close to me our faces were just an inch apart. “Baelfire didn’t just grow wings and fly away. He had to get off this ship at some land, correct?” He lowered his chin, narrowing his eyes again. “I’m going to ask you one more time, before I let Felix here cut your throat. Where. Is. Baelfire?”

I would’ve slammed my head against the boy holding me if it wasn’t for the knife at my throat and dagger at my face. I refused to answer, clenching my jaw in fury.

“I see your choice. What a shame, you’re such a pretty girl. We’d have fun.…” He paused, looking sideways at Hook then back at me, and one corner of his lips lifted in a suggestive smirk. “….playing together.”

“Playing?” I repeated. “Sorry, but I stopped using my dolls years ago.”

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” Pan said, his eyes darting up and down my body. “In this case, you’d be the doll, laddie.”

That set Killian off in a series of vile, outraged threats.

Pan waved his hand and abruptly Killian’s voice was muffled. I struggled to look with the knife pressed against my throat, and I just managed to see he had a handkerchief tied over his mouth, but nevertheless he was writhing in his ropes as if he were on fire, staring at Pan with murder in his brown eyes. I’d never, ever seen my father look so enraged. How could Pan be so calm and confident, like Killian was nothing more than an angry cat? It made me sick to see him tied up like this, his violent struggling useless as he watched his daughter, who was just as helpless, in the hands of a vicious and narcissistic demon boy.

“Let him go,” I begged.

“Not until you tell me where Baelfire is,” Pan said.

“Why?” I demanded. “What importance is Baelfire to you?”

“That’s none of your business,” Pan snapped. “Just tell me where he is and we’ll be on our merry way.”

I kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want Baelfire in the hands of Peter Pan and his Lost Boys. Whatever they wanted from him, it wasn’t good. Even if it cost me a huge price, I would refuse to give out Baelfire’s whereabouts.

“Fine, have it your way—don’t tell me. What a shame it is that Hook will have to watch his own precious daughter die right before his very eyes.” Pan twirled my dagger in his fingers. “He’ll sure have fun scrubbing the blood from the deck, won’t he? Felix, make quick work of her—” Before Pan could finish his sentence, I decided to take my chances. If this Felix guy was going to cut my throat anyways, I might as well try to make an escape for it, even though my chances were slim. So I rammed my head and it connected with Felix’s. As he jerked away in pain, his knife cut the side of my neck and I gasped at the sting; but the wound wasn’t deep enough to do any real damage.

Before Pan could retaliate, I kicked him hard in the stomach and he doubled over, so I slammed my elbow onto his head before I was grabbed once again by the other Lost Boys. They yanked my arms behind my back as I kicked in vain, then threw me to the ground.

Spears, knives, clubs, and arrows pointed down at me from every direction, and I had no choice but to stay where I was on my back, trying to catch my breath. I saw with satisfaction the one who must’ve been Felix had a bloody nose, and he was glaring at me with just as much hatred as I held for him. I was definitely as good as dead now, but at least I had tried to get free. I cast a pained glance at my father, thinking, is this really the end?

“Feisty,” Pan spat, rubbing the back of his head. “I think I’ll hold onto her for a while instead. Can’t have girls thinking they can hit me and get away with it. She needs to be….” he trailed off. A smirk dangled on the edge of his lips as he turned his head to look at Killian.  “…punished.”

“No!” Killian snarled, spitting a wad of blood onto the wooden boards. He’d somehow managed to free his mouth of that handkerchief. “She doesn’t know anything about Baelfire! Not as much as I do!”

“I’m thinking she might even know more,” Pan said.

“No! Leave her alone!” roared Killian. “Please,” his voice softened suddenly; I had never seen my father look so defeated so fast. “You can’t take (y/n) away from me. She’s all I have.”

“Even better.” Pan grinned wickedly. “Lost Boys, I have what I need.” At once they all ran off, jumping over the sides of the ship. I was bewildered for a second. Why was Pan staying and sending his “army” away? Then I remembered he had magic; Lost Boys or no Lost Boys he was strong.

Within a minute the Lost Boys were all gone, all except for Pan of course.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” Now free of restraint, I scrambled to my feet, running to Killian. I crouched by him again and though I knew it was hopeless, I tried to untie his ropes.

“Get your sword!” Killian told me.

I wasn’t fast enough. Before my hands could even leave the ropes, I, once again, had a knife pressed against my throat. I froze. Pan pulled me away from my father and I had no choice but to let him.

“Get off of her!” Killian snarled, yanking at his bounds.

“You can’t make me go with you!” I spat, wincing as the knife touched the cut it had already given me.

“Did I ask? Looks like you don’t have a choice, love.” Pan waved his hands and suddenly the entire crew was free of the spell. Then he yanked me to my feet and before I could process what was happening my vision was blocked in a puff of thick green smoke. I felt a whooshing feeling, like was I being catapulted through the air, before my feet touched steady ground again.

I looked around wildly as soon as the smoke cleared. I was in what must be Pan’s camp, in the middle of the forest. But more importantly, that little teleportation trick had freed me of Pan’s grasp. He was moving towards me now, perking an eyebrow and the faintest of a smirk on his face.

Oh fuck. I whipped around and ran like hell into the trees. Not even fifty meters away, I was abruptly thrown to the ground even though I hadn’t tripped over anything. Magic. Then Pan appeared in front of me, amusement glimmering in his eyes. “Did you really think escaping would be that easy, (y/n)?”

“It was worth a shot,” I muttered as I heaved myself back to my feet.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me back to camp. I stumbled along, my legs tangling in the thick undergrowth, uselessly trying to free my arm of his grip. If only he didn’t have magic! Or if I had my sword, or dagger….

Back in the clearing, he threw me to the ground and I landed on my side with a grunt. That was sure to leave a bruise. A sword appeared in Pan’s hand and he pointed it at my face. “Try anything and I’ll kill you,” he promised.

“Oh, I know.” Just as I sat up, my hands were whooshed behind my back by magic. Ropes held them tightly together. “Pathetic,” I stalled, not knowing what else to say. “Why don’t you untie me and fight me fairly, huh? No magic, just swords and wits, Peter Pan.”

“I have a feeling you’d make an exceptional opponent. But I’m not interested. At least not right now.” He put his hand to my shoulder and we were teleported into a tree house just above the camp. It left me feeling a little nauseated but I forced the feeling down.

For a moment the walls glimmered with purple before the color faded. “A protection spell,” Pan explained. “Now no one can get in here and no one can leave; not without my permission.”

“Why are you doing this?” I hissed, fruitlessly pulling at the ropes.

“Because you know some valuable information,” he told me.

“I’m not telling you anything!” I spat.

“Unwise,” Pan stepped closer to me. “Because you see, if you don’t tell me what I want, I’ll kill Hook.”

“No!” I cried out.

“I’ll take his heart and crush it to dust,” Pan held out his hand and acted out crushing a heart.

“Not if I’m alive!” I threatened.

“You can’t do anything about it,” Pan taunted. “Now,” he said in that sickening voice as he pushed me onto the floor and crouched in front of me, holding a knife pointed at my face. “You’re going to answer every question I ask you, understand?”

I said nothing, averting my gaze to the floor.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. I held his gaze, mustering as much hatred as I could get. Our faces were so close, too close. I could see every detail of him. However much I hated to admit it, he got better the more I looked. His rich chocolate hair had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows that really brought out his features. And then his eyes—they were deep and catastrophic, a dark green that was the color of the forest; how fitting. This close, I could see the flecks of black in his eyes. He had distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw, his fair skin made him look devilishly handsome.

Pan set the knife down, his movement distracting me from his face, then reached into his satchel, pulling out something glowing and red, tinged with an inky black. A heart! “Don’t make me crush this,” his voice was dangerously low. “I said, do you understand?”

He had Killian’s heart! My eyes watered as grief surged through me. “Yes,” I choked out. Then I fumed, ready to snap at him, but he continued before I could. “Tell me, (y/n) how well did you know Baelfire?”

I was silent for a moment, weighing my options. I decided to not give too much detail and to not tell the whole truth. I knew Pan didn’t want to hunt down Baelfire to give him roses. He was out for something and it wouldn’t be good. I won’t let any harm come to Baelfire if I can stop it. “We were friends.”

“How long was he on the Jolly Roger?” Pan demanded.

“A.....a few months.”

“When did he leave?”

I didn’t answer, glaring at him.

He held the heart in front of my face, his fingers clasped tightly around it.

“Three months ago!” I replied quickly.

Pan thought for a moment. “Where did he go?”

I smiled suddenly as a thought crossed my mind. Anger washed over Pan’s face at my sudden change in expression. “Where is he?”

Returning to a scowl, I didn’t answer.

Pan visibly squeezed the heart.

“Maritime’s Kingdom!” I blurted. That was a believable enough lie.

“In the Enchanted Forest…” Pan murmured, withdrawing. “Why would Baelfire go there, laddie?” He’d said “laddie” with such spitefulness I almost winced.

“For his father.” I answered, making it all up as I went (I was good at lying). “That’s all I know. That Baelfire’s father was rumored to have been there, be there, whatever, and he wants to find him.”

Pan smiled again. “Too easy.”

Yeah, too easy, I thought. I held back at flashing a smile too. “There, I told you what you wanted to know. Give Killian his bloody heart back.”

Pan chuckled, tossing the heart into the air a few times. “This? This heart belongs to one of my boys.”

My eyes widened. “You tricked me!”

With that devilish smirk, Pan opened the door, shut it, and I was alone in his tree house.

He had taken the knife, too.

Lucky for me, I had a necklace with the long, sharp, curved black claw tied to the end. I always wore it, and it often came in handy more than you’d think. This is one of those times I thanked luck.

I just managed to get the necklace over my head by bending over and letting it slip off—that took some work but eventually it was on the floor. I grabbed the claw in my hands and started to cut the rope with it as best I could.

This was very tricky with my hands so close together and more than once the claw fell from my fingers. It took a long while, longer than I’d have wanted, however it was my only choice. Finally, finally, I cut through the ropes enough to where I could pull them apart and slip them off my wrists. Life saver! I kissed the claw before putting the necklace back on. To be safe, I tucked it under my shirt so Pan wouldn’t see it as easily.

I tried the door, and though there was no lock, I couldn’t even open it a crack thanks to that cloaking spell.

I then ransacked everything in the room, looking for weapon, but there were none. Just a bed, a nightstand, an old trunk of old clothes, and a couple shelves with very dusty, useless things.

Groaning in frustration, I paced back and forth. I could do nothing but wait. I pulled the pillowcase off his pillow, wading it into a ball and pressing it against the wound on my throat. All this movement had caused the blood to trickle and smear around my neck, but I couldn’t even feel the pain. I was too angry, too frustrated, too stressed. Asshole, I thought to myself, feeling just the smallest spark of satisfaction that he now had a bloodied pillowcase.

I would make Pan regret he ever kidnapped me.

(Narrator’s POV)

Peter Pan slowly walked around the Captain’s headquarters, trailing his hand along the bed, picking up an empty cup that smelled of whiskey, and opening a trunk to see it contained (y/n)’s clothes. He waited for Hook to return to the cabin. He knew it wouldn’t be long; the Jolly Roger was heading towards Neverland as he sat, and Hook would come down to collect some things for his “quest” soon. His quest to rescue (y/n). Pan scoffed at the thought. But then he darkly smiled, so many ideas of games he could play with Hook coming to mind. Life on Neverland was about to get a whole lot more fun.

Eventually, there were heavy footsteps approaching the door, followed by orders that Pan recognized to be Hook’s voice.

Bracing himself, he faced the door. A moment later it opened, and Hook stepped inside.

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

The surprise on Hook’s face as he saw Pan was immediately shielded by rage. “Where is she?” he demanded, unsheathing his sword and rushing forward.

Pan disappeared just as Hook’s sword impaled the thin air he’d been standing at milliseconds before; and reappeared behind Hook, shutting the door. “No need to start swinging your sword around now,” Pan said nonchalantly. “If you ever want to see your precious daughter again, that is.”

“What have you done with her, you bastard demon?” the pirate snarled, enmity in his rage-darkened eyes.

“I don’t intend on killing her, though I still wouldn’t relax if I were you.” Pan pulled something gold, flat, and round out of his shirt, then opened it. A compact mirror. He broke it down the middle with a snap, handing one half to Hook, who took it suspiciously. “This will let you see whatever this half of the mirror is showing.” Pan explained, holding up the part he had. “Now you can check up on (y/n) as you please. You’re welcome.”

Hook threw his half onto the bed and rammed Pan up against the door, his hook against the boy’s throat. Pan only grinned smugly. “I don’t want to watch her through a bloody tiny mirror,” Hook spat. “I want her back!”

Pan arched a sly brow. “I would expect a thank you for the mirror but….I don’t think you’ll like what you’ll see.” And with that he was gone, and Hook’s hook fell against the door as the body it had been pressed against vanished.

Pained and angry, the Captain grabbed an empty glass bottle sitting on his dresser and slammed it onto the wall. Then he let out a rough scream of rage and grief.

(Your POV again)

When Pan returned, it was much later that night. I had been sitting on the floor, backed up against the wall, but I quickly stood as he entered.

“Seems you’ve gotten out of your ropes,” he noted with a raised eyebrow. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

“When are you going to let me go?” I demanded harshly. “I told you what you wanted to know. What else do you need from me?”

“I knew right from the start you were lying about Baelfire’s whereabouts,” Pan said, and his gaze darkened menacingly. “And you should know that no one lies to me without consequences.”

I inhaled sharply, dread and fear weighing heavily in my chest. Figures. I half-knew lying to Peter Pan wouldn’t have been so easy. So why didn’t he tell me he knew I was lying in the first place? What the hell was it that he was doing while he was away? My eyes never left his piercing stare. “So….you’re going to punish me?” I braced myself for the worst. Lashes? Starvation? A beating? A test subject for when wanted to practice a new, cruel magic trick?

Once again Pan gave me that damn cocky smirk but this time it was sinister. My heart pounded as he stepped closer to me. “We’re going to play a game,” he said, his fist clenching and his eyes shining with a wild light that scared the shit out of me. He stood so close to me now that I could feel his body heat, his breath warm on my cheek. My own breath hitched in my throat as Pan leaned his hand against the wall. He lowered his head and whispered in my ear, “A game that I haven’t played in a very long time…..”

Newfound chapter II

A/N: YAYYYY part two is up:) thanks for showing love to my first part, I really didn’t expect much bc I’m a small account! Nevertheless, thankssss!! Part three should be up eventually:)

P.S I realize this is kinda short, but hopefully you like it. This series is going to be super angsty and longish.

Pairing: Eventual Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: none

Slight Summary of chap.2: Something big about Y/N and Pan’s plans for her have been revealed!

After your body had hit the sand, Peter smirked to himself. This was too easy. (Y/N) was just too weak when she wasn’t at her true potential. And with that at bay, Pan should be able to execute his plan flawlessly.

He picked you up from the sand bridal style, then teleported the two of you to camp within the blink of an eye. As Pan appeared in the middle of camp, he dropped your unconscious body to the ground without a second thought. Felix walked up to him, awaiting orders.

“Felix I want you to take her to the tent you prepa-”

The sound of a sweet, honey-like voice interrupted him. It wasn’t a song with lyrics, but a humming that was coming from another area of the island. Peter and Felix froze in their spots, leaving you on the ground for a tad bit longer.

“She’s acting up again.” Felix murmured.

“I’ll be back.” Pan said, curiosity and mischief shining in his eyes. “Take the girl to the tent.”

And with that, he disappeared to investigate the mysterious and uninvited humming. However, as smoke enveloped him, he was oblivious to the fact that his boot was just barely touching your body on the ground, but that was enough to allow the smoke to take you with him. As your body disappeared, Felix merely shrugged his shoulders. Pan would find out shortly that you were taken with him, but you were no longer Felix’s problem.

Pan, and unintentionally you too, arrived in a large clearing; a circle of no trees, with bushes and blooming flowers everywhere, a rare sight in Neverland. Once the smoke cleared completely, Pan could see that there was a... you standing in the middle of this clearing. Only it wasn’t you. It was a figure: gray, translucent, and made from smoke. But it was the spitting image of you. It strolled around the clearing, flowers appeared as its hand brushed along the tall grass. It was humming a tune that was unfamiliar to both you and Pan, even though you were still too deep in your sleep to hear it.

Pan’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at the ghostly figure. His attention was then diverted from the figure to you as you shifted and hummed in your sleep. The singing stopped as you did, and the figure turned to look at you as well.

“Shit...” Pan mumbled. He was sure that with you and this figure of you together, something was bound to happen. Something he didn’t want. He returned his attention to the copy of you, standing a good twenty feet from the real you, which was still sleeping soundly at his feet. The figure was staring at your body on the ground, mouth agape in surprise. The figure looked up to meet Peter’s eyes, smirking. This copy of you was smart. It knew it had Pan confused, and therefore he was nearly powerless to stop it from getting what it wanted, you. Almost 5 seconds after Pan and the figure locked eyes, it disappeared. Just poof. Gone. Peter still felt it’s presence, however, and noticed the wind shift toward you and him. The grass leaned toward you both, and the wind caressed his face, and played with your hair. Then all was still.

Peter turned to your body on the ground, utterly perplexed. He wasn’t sure what had just occurred between him and the figure, and he felt as if it was trying to tell him something with that smirk.

It wouldn’t just leave, (Y/N) was right there, open. He thought to himself, but his thoughts were cut short when you lurched from your position on the ground, taking in giant gulps of air at a time. As you did, your eyes were wide, and changing colors. Fast. The only ones Peter could catch were blue, green, neon yellow, orange, fuchsia, and then finally your eyes set on purple slightly longer than the others. The cycle of colors in your irises repeated for a mere five seconds as you pulled in a breath before returning to their original (Y/E/C). You were breathing hard, and Pan just stared at you, bewildered, but concealing it well. You couldn’t calm down, you were hyperventilating now. Your breath came in short pants as you looked at your hands. Pan knelt beside you, trying to calm you down, but you felt too off from your normal self to just brush this weird situation aside.

He grabbed your arm, but you were shaking too hard for him to be able to do anything useful. He moved his hands to your face, and breathed in and out slowly. You mimicked his breaths, trying to calm down like he was showing you. No words were exchanged between you two, but you knew he was trying to help. You felt warmer than you had before, with his hands on your face. Just then, as you were still trying to match his breaths, you realized how close his face was to yours, your noses only centimeters apart. His breath mixed with yours, and your cheeks reddened. He pulled away, oblivious to how you were blushing fiercely, and stood to his feet while offering you his hand. You grabbed it, and he pulled you up before teleporting the two of you back to camp with a frown etched onto his face at the events that transpired with the figure.

You reappeared in the middle of camp and Pan called a boy named Felix over, but not before dropping your hand, which you oddly felt disappointed at. After introducing the two of you, he left, claiming he had ‘business to attend to’. Felix turned to you, looked you up and down, and raised a brow.

“When did you wake up?” he asked, somewhat sounding as if he didn’t want an answer, so you decided it was best just not to give one. Instead, you fired back a question of your own.

“Where am I? Your leader forgot to tell me... well... anything.”

“Well,” Felix started, “Welcome to Neverland. Thats the name of this island. And you, my dear-” he  paused to–rather harshly–poke you in the chest “-are stuck here."

Your eyes widened, and you became afraid all over again. “Don’t worry, it’s not all bad. Let me show you around.”

Felix explained much about life on Neverland. He introduced you to the lost boys, showed you your tent, gave you some clothes, a cloak, multiple daggers, and was overall very kind. Slightly mysterious and creepy, but kind nonetheless. He told you that training was tomorrow, and that he would wake you up. So without any more delay, you went to your tent. But you didn’t sleep. You couldn’t. How could you? You were torn from your family, knocked out by a cocky boy with weird magic, and woke up to him being somewhat nice to you. You are on an island with savage boys around your age and some younger, and given about 3 daggers to protect yourself with. What would you even have to protect yourself from? Wild bears? This was all so stupid. After many hours, with the hopes of eventual escape, you fell asleep only to have your eyes re-open. The only difference, was that they were purple.

You were you again. You were awake. You were back. You sat up in bed and recalled the past few years.

You were on a savage/thief in the Enchanted Forest. Many had asked for your expertise in killing, so you were technically a mercenary on the side. Just how lucky were you to end up under a curse? Wonderfully lucky. Just exceptionally lucky. You had stayed in Storybrooke for a while, orphaned, as you had no known family. Finally assigned to a pair of parents in a town far away, you were able to escape. Nobody knew how you were able to leave Storybrooke, but you could, and you did. Your new family was great. You loved them, but one day when you woke up something was missing. You felt empty, because unbeknownst to you, a part of you left. Your dormant powers were unused for so long due to the curse, that they decided to separate from you entirely, and resided in Neverland undetected for years, as it was a very magical place. That is until you came, because Pan had kidnapped you. You two weren’t the best of friends, enemies actually. You were the only person that he had ever encountered that could rival him and his powers, and therefore to him you were utterly annoying. Why had he kidnapped you? You didn’t know. Might as well ask the devil himself. So, off to his treehouse you went.

All you could do was wander the forest, as you ultimately had no idea where Pan’s treehouse was. your eyes were still strikingly purple as you cut through leaves and bushed with a tiny dagger. How convenient for Felix to be oblivious to your title, otherwise he would never have given you those daggers. You stopped as your ears perked up; you could hear whispering not far off. You slowed your steps and hid in the shadows of the night, as you followed the whispers that lead to Pan’s treehouse. Who was he talking with? you thought to yourself. The once faint whispers got louder as you arrived. Without making yourself known in any way, you listened as best you could to the conversation.

“You don’t understand, Felix! She’s dangerous!! I don’t care how much you think she’d fit in here. She’s the bloody Maiden!”

“...The what?”

“The Maiden of Many Forms. Otherwise known as just the Maiden. She is incredibly powerful. Her powers are the only ones I’ve ever seen that rival mine.”

‘Damn straight’ you thought, but you kept listening.

“Then what the hell were you thinking telling me to get her a tent? Why not send her to the cages?”

“She doesn’t remember who she is. If anything, she is the bloody opposite of who she was. We need her trust me, but I wasn’t planning on her merging with her powers. I only needed her so I could draw them out. It’s going to be loads harder to steal her magic if she’s remembered who she is.”

That Imp! What’s this about taking my magic? She was slightly outraged, but listened in as the two in treehouse spoke more:

“What’s the plan now?”

“We’d better hope she doesn’t awaken her magic and regain her memories. Matter of fact, you go make sure she’s still in bed, and I’ll get my contacts to check is the curse has been broken in Storybrooke.”

‘As stupid as ever, that one,’ you thought. ‘I only needed the magic of Neverland to regain my memories.’ And with that, you teleported yourself to your tent, hopped in the cot, and pretended to be innocently asleep. If Pan wanted to take her powers, he’d be playing a dangerous game. And what’s the fun of a game if you don’t have a second player? Pan was in for it now.

A/N” YAY finally another part! Sorry I took so long and it’s a little short, I had this unfinished in my drafts for so long, and my break is later than many of yours because I attend a private school. I have tons of projects due soon so I may not have time for another part, but I’ll be working hard (mostly during the night bc why not) to deliver one for you guys; I LOVE this series. I think It’s going to be a long angst-filled ride... buckle up ;)

P.P.S not the best editor, so I Apologize sincerely for any mistakes or typos. please ignore them, hopefully they didn’t ruin the story experience. And i’m praying this story makes sense because I literally had so many jumbled ideas in my head for this chapter/overall outcomes

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Fix it (Peter Pan)

Anon: Hey!!! Can I request an imagine where you caught pan cheat on you and you are sad and all, he try to win you back but you don't want,but when you see that he is wreck you forgive him!!sorry if it's confusing :( N/A: I added some fire powers to the reader, hope you don't mind ❤️ "C'mon boys, go to the dining hall I'll go get Peter" you beamed and the boys nodded before leaving you behind. You smiled to yourself as you headed towards the tree house, that didn't seemed odd to you because he always liked to have his own privacy when working on something. So you climbed up and opened the door, as soon as you entered you heard weird sounds, you frowned as you got closer to the bedroom. As soon as you opened the door, you regretted doing it. You saw Peter completely naked hovering Wendy's naked form, you could barely see her face, you couldn't help but shake in rage as the tears were falling from your cheeks "Are you having fun?" Your voice cracked, Wendy looked at you completely embarrassed, and although Peter wasn't looking at you, you knew he had paled. Peter turned around and quickly grabbed his underwear as he faced your mixed expression "Love I..." he trailed off trying to reach you but you backed away. "Get the fuck away from me" you spat, your eyes glowing to their natural orange shade "And YOU" you pointed at Wendy threateningly "You're lucky I don't burn you alive, slut" you mumbled between your teeth as you finally left the tree house. You walked around the forest cutting some wood to make yourself a house, it took you all day, but you were done, you made a fence around it to keep anyone to get close and finally you hid your presence from Peter so you could be left alone. (...) "WHERE IS SHE?!" Peter demanded to know, but no one knew the answer to his simple question "She couldn't get too far!" He yelled "We don't know Pan, we never really knew how powerful she was" Felix pointed out "That's the problem, she could loose control, and it's all because of me!" He said angrily and he was right. You were losing control, everything you touched would instantly burn, your eyes changed to their human shade from the orange one all the time, your body heat was dangerously high, to the point where if anybody touched you, they would at least have second degree burn. You didn't want to admit it but you needed Peter's help, so you let him find you "Wait. I feel her. She's here!" Peter beamed following his senses. Until he found you in the deepest part of the forest, outside the house you built, the fence was gone. You were sitting on the floor looking at nowhere and when he kneeled down to your height you finally looked at him "Help me" she pleaded and he couldn't help but kiss her feeling the tickles in his lips at the contact until she pushed him away "Peter, I don't trust you" she said and he could feel his heart breaking. "Let me fix it" he pleaded holding her hands "Please, I know I made a terrible mistake but I love you" He said and kissed her again. This time holding her wrist so she couldn't pull him away. He wanted her so desperately that it was unbelievable, she became part of him, and without her he felt dead inside.

Pan’s girl (Reader x Peter Pan)

You were on the docks with your father Killian, Emma, Henry, David and Snow.

Storybrooke was haunted by the shadow of Peter Pan. And you were the rescue team.

Peter Pan’s shadow was hovering over the water. It was dark as the night with bright blue lights as eyes.

Emma was trying to shoot it down but it would just avoid the bullets.

When the shadow came closer to the ground it was after Henry. It almost followed his every movement.

Once your father had drawn attention to himself to keep it away from Henry, it went straight after him.

You saw the shadow rush after your father, ready to pick him up.

“Papa lookout” – you shouted.

Killian immediately turned his head to see the shadow almost grabbing him.

He slashed it away with a stick he found on the ground.

The shadow then returned his attention to his original price: Henry.

You saw it fly towards Henry so you acted without thinking.

You heard your father call out “No Y/n watch out!”, but it was too late.

You pushed Henry away and before you knew it the shadow had you in his arms.

It lifted you up in the air and you called out for your father.

“Papa, help me! Papa”

Killian tried everything to get you free from his grip.

“Y/n!” – he yelled as loud as he could.

The shadow dodged every move and flew away with you in his arms.

“Papa!” – you called out as loud as you could.

“Y/n!” – Killian called back, tears rolling down “come back”.

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You awoke in a strange place.

It was dark but not pitch black. As your eyes adjusted to the new scenery, you saw that you were in a cage.

You were trying to get anyone’s attention “Were the hell am I!”.

A few boys gathered around the cage you were in.

“Let me out right now!” – you yelled as soon as you saw them approach.

The boys stepped aside to let someone through.

The way the other boys reacted made you think that this boy could be the leader.

A handsome boy approached the cage and kneeled before it.

You were trying not to stare at his beauty but it was hard.

“Welcome to Neverland” – he said.

It took you a while to realise what he just said.

You blinked a few times and then it hit you, “Neverland?”

“No …, No this is bad, really bad” – you started to panic.

Your father had told you a lot of stories about an Island where no one ever grows old.

He also warned you about the dangers and the one who rules Neverland.

“Let me out!” – you shouted once you got to your senses.

The boy looked over to the other boys and they nodded back.

A few boys pulled on a rope and the cage door went open.

You walked out and tried to scan for a way out.

The handsome boy stepped in front of you “I’m Peter, Peter Pan”.

You didn’t reply.

“And what is your name?” – he said stroking your cheek.

“Y/n” – you answered slapping his hand away.

Peter smiled at your action, “This will be your new home Y/n”.

“I think not” – you said crossing your arms.

“No one leaves this island” – he said angry and coming closer to you.

“No” – you replied, “My father will come for me”.

“Your father?” – Peter asked you laughing the idea away.

“Yes” – you said slightly confused. “He will get me of this bloody island”.

“And who might your father be?”

“Killian Jones” – you said proud.

“Hook?” – He said laughing “the one-handed pirate with a drinking problem”.

“I’m going to ignore that comment” – you said rolling your eyes.

“What’s the matter Y/n can’t handle the truth” – Peter said with a devious smile.

You thought Peter could use a reality check.

“If no one leaves Neverland” – you started with a grin “then how come my father escaped with his brother?”.

You saw Peter getting angrier. You had reached your goal.

“Listen Love” – he said standing in front of you “You are never getting of this island and I will make sure of that”.

You took Peter’s shirt and pulled him even closer to you. “Be careful who you threaten, Love”.

All the other boys were shocked but only Peter smiled at you. “oh, I like you”.

You let go of his shirt and stood there proud of what you just did.

Peter ordered the boys to lead you to your new room but most of them were still shocked of what you did.

Devin a boy with brown hair and freckles stepped forward. “I’ll show her to her room”.

“Good” – Peter said and he left. Leaving you alone with the boys.

Devin took your arm and led you towards a house in the trees.

“Did he kidnap you too?” – you asked nervous.

“No” – he answered right away.

You sighed and decided to drop it.

Once you arrived at the entrance he pushed you inside and before he closed the door he answered, “I choose to be here”.

You were again all alone in a dark room. You lied down on the bed and started to cry soft.

“Papa I wish you were here”.

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You awoke by the sunlight falling on your face.

You stretched your arms and opened your eyes. you saw Peter standing beside your bed and you immediately sat up.

“What the hell Peter” – you shouted.

He only laughed at you.

“Am I the first girl you’ve ever seen?” – you asked with a purpose.

“No … I’ve seen plenty of girls” – he said looking anywhere but you.

“Then stop being a creepy stalker” – you said crossing your arms.

He grinned “I know you like my attention Y/n”.

“As if” – you replied throwing away the blankets.

You walked over to him and gave him a cute smile.

“Peter” – you said looking deep into his eyes.

Peter stared back at you with a smile, he wanted to stroke your cheek but you had other plans in mind.

Your smile disappeared and you took his hand “If I ever see you standing at my bed again, I’ll hurt your pretty face”.

He was impressed “Is that a threat? Y/n”.

“you bet your ass it is” – you said still angry.

Peter turned you around so that you were now standing with your back against his chest. Holding your arms down he whispered, “your mine Y/n”.

You could feel his warm body around you and a feeling inside you grew.

Why was he making you feel like that, you wanted to hate him but it was like your heart had other plans.

He then let go of you and left. You fell to the floor blushing like a fool.

A couple of minutes later you were at the fireplace where everyone else was.

You noticed all the boys staring at you as if they had never seen a girl before.

Devin approached you “don’t mind them” – he said smiling “they’re not used to pretty girls”.

You giggled “You think I’m pretty?”.

Devin immediately turned shy “yes … I mean … Uhm …. You know what I mean”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him stumbling “I was just messing with you Devin”.

He laughed shy back at you.

Peter watched you from afar. Felix sat next to him “you alright Peter?”.

“Never better” – he said as he snapped a stick.

You and Devin kept talking and laughing. Once you saw Peter approaching you, you stopped.

“Peter is something wrong?” – Devin asked once he noticed Peter.

“Yes, there is” – he said angry “stop flirting with Y/n!”.

“what Peter I … I would never” – Devin mumbled again “Y/n is beautiful but …”

“Enough!” – Peter snapped at him “it’s time you knew who she belongs to”.

“Excuse me” – you said angry “I don’t belong to anyone”.

Peter pulled you up and before you knew it he placed his lips onto yours.

Shocking everyone including you and Devin.

Devin looked at the display getting sadder by the minute.

You pushed Peter away and punched him in the shoulder. “what the hell Peter!”.

“Remember who she belongs to, Devin” – Peter said angry.

Devin lowered his head and walked away.

“I don’t belong to you” – you yelled at him but he just laughed and left.

Felix joined Peter “Quit a show you performed their Peter”.

“I hope I made an example, Y/n is off limits” – he replied intimidating Felix.

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Part 1

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The next few months were full of Peter trying to get me back. He sent Wendy to another island somewhere so I wouldn't have to see her. But it was Peter who I never wanted to see again, I've been with him for so many years. I still couldn't wrap my head around why he would do something like this. I can tell you that this event has caused my heart to ache and darken. I didn't even have to see it to know that there wasn't a whole lot of light left, I could just feel it. I shouldn't let this have this much affect on me but I couldn't stop it. Peter was literally my entire world, everything in my life revolved around him. But I didn't want to be his girl anymore, or ever again for that matter. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him terribly, I missed the way things were between us. "Y/N please? Can we just sit down and talk about this?" Peter asked for the hundredth time. "If I say yes will you stop asking me?" I ask, clear annoyance in my tone. "Yes." He stated simply, "Well go ahead and lead the way." I said, he started his way up to his treehouse. "You're kidding right?" I asked him, he raised a brow in confusion. "Yes take me to the scene of the crime. Good option." I say, rolling my eyes. "Oh, Right." He says, coming back down the stairs. "Take my hand." He says, holding his hand out to me. "I'm not going to take your hand." I tell him, he grabs it anyways and we lift off the ground. A few minutes later we're over looking Neverland from a overhang. "My tent would've sufficed." I mumbled. "You have every right to be angry at me-" he started, "Good because I am." I cut him off. "I really messed up here. I don't know what I was thinking, I suppose I wasn't. Y/N, Love we've been through so much together. I love you so goddamn much, it kills me that I hurt you and that this continues to hurt you." He stated, "I can take it away." He whispered, "I can make you forget all of it." He added. "You want me to just forget? You want to use your powers to clean up your mess? Jeez Peter This makes me wonder how many times you've done this before!" I said angrily. "I've never done anything like this before, I swear. I'll only do it if you want me to." He said softly, "I can't live without you." He told me. I let out a deep breath, "Kiss me." I said to him. He froze for a moment, "What?" He asked, his eye brows knitting together. "I said kiss me." I repeated myself, he didn't need to hear it again before he stepped forward. Using one of his hands to cup my cheek softly, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. We went on like that for a little while, the kiss became more heated. I could tell Peter was putting all his emotions into that kiss, I knew that because I was doing the same. The love I still had for him was coming out, one thing lead to another and we were desperately tugging off one another's clothes. Peter placed me down on my back, suddenly there was a blanket beneath us. Peter positioned himself between my legs, we both needed each other. It's been months since we've been together like this, it was usual for us. But that's how things needed to be, Peter looked into my eyes so lovingly. All I could picture was him looking into Wendy's eyes like that. He cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin softly before trailing his hand down my body. Peter thrusted his hips forward, a loud drawn out gasp left my lips. "I love you." He breathed out, nuzzling his face into my neck. Choked moans left my lips as the tears fell from my eyes, I wouldn't let him see that though. He pressed his lips to my neck as he continued to thrust into me, one of my hands tangled into his hair while the other gripped onto his back. I swallowed hard, my eyes fluttering shut causing a few more tears to fall. "I've missed you so much." He whispered in my ear, I didn't trust my voice in the slightest so all I did was hum in response. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he continued to thrust. Things were so different between us, he acted as if nothing had happened. He groaned as he sped up, "Peter!" I cried out. He did seem to remember where my g-spot was and he hit it over and over again. "Oh my god!" I gasped, my muscles tightening before I came. My nails dug into his skin as he continued to thrust. Only a few moments later he came with a loud groan of my name. He pulled away and kissed my swollen lips roughly, "I'm so glad to have you back." He mumbled against my lips. We both got dressed in silence before I broke it, "Peter?" I questioned, "Yes darling?" He answered. "I want to go home." I told him, "We can go back to the treehouse." He told me and I shook my head. "No I want to leave Neverland." I explained, his face fell and a look of confusion washed over him. "You can't tell me that meant nothing to you!" He shouted, "I didn't feel it anymore. My feelings have changed, maybe it was because of what you did or matter it was just a matter of time." I spoke, "Bullshit." He gritted as he shook his head. "I don't want to be your girl anymore." I said quietly. There were a few moments of silence, "You really want to leave?" He asked in disbelief. I nodded and I watched him swallow hard before he nodded. "Say goodbye to everyone and then I'll take you." He told me, I made my way back to camp and said my goodbyes. It was really hard, I've known these boys for so long we were family. "Ready?" Peter asked and I nodded. "This is Storybrook. They'll take care of you here." He told me, I nodded and I went to walk away but Peter grabbed me wrist gently. "Y/N if you ever want me to come back and get you...just leave your window open." He told me, I nodded before walking away from him. I made sure to keep my window locked every night since.

Then two together tho <333 tell me it's gonna happen! I know this is fake but I can dream right. This girl gets followed by Robbie Kay and his best friend... and talks to him like how? I see them in each other's tweets a lot

#Imagine #PeterPan #RobbieKay #peterpanedit #PeterPanOUAT #OUAT #ouatedit #onceuponatime #onceuponatimeedit

Rerun- Part 3a

i know i said i'd finish tonight, but this is all i could manage. still working on their reconciliation ;) 

(a little) smut warning.

Rerun-Part 3

"Why do you always close your eyes?"

"It feels too good to keep them open" she pants under him. It only feels this good when I have them closed, she thinks. 

"You're so fucking hot" Darren's voice shakes as he jerks his dick into Y/N eagerly. She shuts her eyes tighter and focuses on the sensation building between her legs, and on the face that's imprinted on the back of her eyelids and seared into her brain. It was Robbie fucking her then, gripping her hips, sucking hard on her nipple and she came for him, hard and wet and loudly. Y/N bit back Robbie's name when it threatened to spill out of her mouth as Darren crashed down onto her chest, gasping and sweaty from his exertion. He pulled out of her, his hand went down between them and she felt him pull the condom off of himself and drop it down on the floor of his car. His breathing steadied and his body went still.

She felt sick under his weight. She already had enough pressing down on her heart, and her conscious.

Still tangled up in Darren's long limbs, Y/N couldn't help the thoughts running through her head. What kind of girlfriend thinks about another guy while she has sex with her loving, caring, boyfriend. And what more, could only get off if she thought about him  filling her instead of Darren. 

Y/N finally opened her eyes and looked down at Darren, his all-American boy features smooth and carefree, completely oblivious to the battle raging in his girlfriend's head. She didn't think she deserve him. Actually, she knew she didn't; Y/N was sure she didn't deserve anyone at this point. How could she get out of this without hurting anyone? What was she doing? What had she done? 

Robbie had looked absolutely shattered when she pushed him away in the parking lot.He had kissed her, pressed his mouth onto hers and let his tongue linger on her lips. Robbie had kissed her with hope and with love, but she had missed all that. His kiss sent her reeling, left her dizzy and uncertain. She had wanted Robbie for so long, and while his affection was anything but unpleasant, it took her by surprise and left her weary. Why did he want her just then? Surely it was because he had realized that she would be getting back with Darren. But what does it matter to him, why was is he so set against me being happy? Y/N thought helplessly. "Robbie, what the fuck?" she half-yelled at him in disbelief before turning away from him and walking back into the restaurant. 

She didn't turn back to see Robbie stagger against his car, and slump down to the floor.

It had been nearly 3 months, and neither of them had attempted to speak to one another, each of them going through great lengths to avoid the other's face and the hurt etched in their eyes.

While Y/N spent her time with Darren playing the happy and supportive girlfriend, Robbie had his own distractions that attended to him willingly. It was all meaningless to him, but he didn't care. Screwing girls who looked nothing like Y/N was all he could manage. Anything that reminded him of her sent his heart and his stomach flying up into his mouth, choking him. What made it all the worse was that Robbie knew. He knew Y/N didn't want to be with Darren. What he didn't know was who she wanted to be with instead.

I should have fought for her, Robbie thinks to himself, too often. When he knows she's not looking, he lets himself stare at her in Calculus. Not that she would ever look back at him... Not that he really cared if she did. Robbie was sure he had already lost her for good anyways. He didn't hide his resentment or his feelings like Y/N did, it was written all over his face for everyone to read-including Darren.

And Darren didn't like that at all.

We’re Not Alone/Peter Pan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request: I was wondering if you could write a smut with Pan where the reader is really innocent and doesn't know how to respond when she hears the dirty remarks he whispers to her throughout the day so she gets all flustered and Pan teases her for it?

GUYSSS MY GIFS WONT WORK! When they do I’ll add them!

"Do you have any idea how good you'd look with your thighs wrapped around my head?" He whispered in my ear, making sure to blow a hot breath on my neck. I felt my heart pick up speed, my face turning bright red at the comment. He had a smirk on his face as he walked away from me, I let out a breath of relief when he was gone. I seemed to hold my breath whenever he was around, I didn't know how to react to those words that he said to me. It made me rub my thighs together, I didn't like him having this effect on me. I was walking through camp a little later that day and as soon as I saw him in front of me I froze. I just stopped right in my tracks, my face was already flush again. "What's the matter, love? Just thinking about how loud I'd have to scream my name?" He asked with a grin, "O- Of course not." I stuttered our, brushing past him. I heard Peter jogging after me, he pinned me up against the tree. "Or were you thinking how hard I'd make you cum? Or how my fingers would feeling pumping in and out of your tight little pussy?" He whispered to me, a small whimper left my lips and he pulled away with a satisfied smirk on his face. "I'll see you later, sweetheart." He said to me. I leaned my head back against the tree, a huff leaving my lips. It was just after dinner and everyone was sitting around the fire, Peter took a seat right next to me. I scooted over a bit and so did Peter, he pushed my hair to the side and leaned in and pressed his lips right to me neck. None of the lost boys were paying at mind at all, "You wanna know what it feel like to feel my fingers inside that tight little pussy?" Peter whispered, nipping at my neck. His fingers trailing up my thigh, "P-Peter..We aren't alone." I whispered, "Then let's go to my treehouse where we can be alone?" He asks, I bite my bottom lip nervously as I nod. Peter springs up from his seat and takes my hand in his as he leads us up to his treehouse. I swallow hard as I step through the door, "Are you sure about this, sweetheart?" He asked seriously. "Yes." I say, it's barely audible but a grin appears on his face as he pushes me back onto the bed. My dress moved up as Peter climbed on top of me, he smashed his lips to mine. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest with how fast it was racing. His hand wrapped around my thigh and I shivered slightly under his touch, he broke the kiss rather quickly. He leaned back and pushed my dress up above my hips, "Look at you, already wet for me." Peter said with a cocky smirk. My face felt so hot in that moment, he tugged my panties down. "Now I'm gonna get to see how good you look with your thighs wrapped around me." He stated before just diving in. My muscles immediately clenched at the feeling, "Peter!" I moaned out, he wrapped his arms around my thighs keeping me in place. I felt his tongue pushing into my pussy, causing a long drawn out moan to fall from my lips. I bit my lip to quiet myself, my hands tangled into his hair tightly. I bucked my hips forward against his tongue, I felt him thrusting his tongue deep into my pussy before pulling out and doing it again. All of the things he was saying earlier already had me almost cumming. He started sucking on my clit harshly, he was eating me out as if his life depended on it. I was cumming in seconds, pulling at his hair causing groans to come from his lips which vibrated against my pussy. Peter looked at me with a smirk as he licked his lips, "You taste just as good as I imagined." He told me.

Please Don’t Leave Me/Peter Pan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  May I request an imagine where Peter Pan is really possessive over the reader and he gets jealous really easily and the reader has been badly mentally abused and is a really self conscious shy girl and is really scared of Pan because she’s seen the crueler side of Pan and she gets really fidgety around violence and make it really super angsty. Oh and Pan and the reader aren't together yet.And could there be smut too?

I stood there squeezing my eyes shut when I saw the lost boys fighting. Sure they were just playing around but Pan didn't let me stop until there was blood. I wasn't allowed to not be there because I always had to be in his sight. "Y/N!" I heard and I snapped my eyes open, "You wanna take a wack at it?" Pan asked with a smirk. I swallowed hard and I shook my head quickly, he just turned away from me. I really don't know why he kept me around, I seemed to only cause him grief. The lost boys continued fighting and I turned away from it, I tried to block out the sounds but it was very difficult. I would've run away but I didn't want to disappoint Pan anymore than I already have. He didn't want me to be shy or scared or me, he didn't want me to be me. I wasn't always like this, I was outgoing and confident and not afraid of anything. I thought I was invincible at a point, but years of abuse changes you. I was told I was worthless so many times I believed it, I guess that's how I became lost. Everyone has two sides and by everyone I mean Pan, he could be the sweetest person you've ever met. I think it's good that he doesn't want me to be afraid, he wants me to be able to take care of myself but on the other hand he could just change at the drop of a pin. It terrifies me to be honest, I see why people call him a demon at times. "So I guess we took three steps back today." Pan said from right behind me, causing me to jump. "You held the sword yesterday." He reminded me, "It's not that hard to swing it." He added. "It's very hard." I said without thinking, "Sorry I mean I don't want to upset you." I said, looking down at the ground. "Y/N what's the first rule here?" He asked me, I let out a sigh. "Never apologize." I said quietly, "Good." He stated, "We'll have another try tomorrow, yeah?" He asked and I nodded, although I already knew I wouldn't do it. "You didn't come down for dinner." Pan said as he walked into our treehouse, like I said he didn't want me out of his sight. "I'm not hungry." I lied, "You forget that I know when you're lying to me." He reminded me, "Why don't you come down?" He asked softly, "I can't." I told me, he groaned. I should've just said yes, he was clearly frustrated with me. "Why can't you just be yourself?" He asked, raising his voice causing me to squirm in my seat. "Have I not shown you that I like you just the way you are? I'm trying to better you but you're not willing to work with me here!" He said to me, he was right. "Don't apologize! Just try, Y/N please." He said, softening his voice. He got down on his knees in front of me and took my hands in his, kissing each hand softly. "I just want you to be strong." He whispered, leaning up towards me. I watched his eyes close as he pressed his lips to mine, I was shocked. I hesitated before I kissed him back, "I want you to be you." He mumbled against my lips. I felt his hands move to my hips, my skin burning under his touch. I felt my face flush and my nerves pick up, I thought my heart would beat out of my chest with how fast it was going. I'd thought about doing this with him a hundred times, but I was always scared that when the clothes came off he wouldn't like what he saw. I felt his hands move underneath my shirt and I pulled away from him. "What's the matter?" He asked me, "Uh I.." I started, "Why didn't you lock me away?" I asked him bluntly, I was surprised when the words left my lips and he clearly was as well. He cleared his throat and he looked at me and took my hands in his once again, "Because there is something about you, I can't explain what it is but the moment I saw you I knew that I couldn't live without you. I've been around a long time and you're the most breathtaking human I've ever seen. I know your afraid of what I'm going to think, you must've forgotten that I can hear your thoughts." He said to me, that means he's heard everything. "But I think you're perfect." He whispered, I couldn't help the blush on my face. Nobody's ever told me that before, I knew I was falling in love with him but I'd just realized I wasn't falling anymore. I love him, I thought. A smile appeared on his face, "You heard that?" I asked quietly, very embarrassed. He nodded, "It's okay. I like the sound of that, Because I love you too." He told me, leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine. This time I kissed him back immediately, he laid me back on he bed and he climbed on top of me. I felt a breeze and I realized that both of our clothes were gone, I was too focused on using my hands to cover up myself that I didn't even look at him. His hands gently rubbed over mine and I looked up at him, I expected to see disgust and judgement. I don't know why I expected that because all I saw was love, that look was enough for me. I let his fingers intertwine with mine as he moved our hands away, he leaned down and pressed his lips to my cheek. "You're beautiful." He whispered, I smiled to myself. I was actually starting to believe him, "You should." He mumbled against my neck, "What?" I asked, "You should believe me, love. I wouldn't want to be here with anyone else." He told me, "Show me then." I said, taking a deep breath. I felt him smirk against my skin, he wrapped my legs around his waist as he slowly thrusted in. A gasp let my lips, I could feel he was holding himself back for my comfort. My fingers tightened in his, "I love you." I moaned out, it was the first time I'd said it aloud and I never wanted to stop saying it. "You feel so good!" He groaned, he continued at a slow pace until I begged him to go harder. I needed to feel more of him and he didn't need to hear it twice. He began thrusting in harder and faster as he told me how beautiful I was, that was the moment I knew he was it for me. I felt my high approaching and I knew Peter could feel it too because his thrusts became slow but hard, he snapped his hips back and forth causing me to moan out louder and louder each time. "Together?" He groaned and I nodded quickly, I wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer so I was thankful when his count down started at three. By one him and I were cumming together, both of us moaning the others name. It'd been a few months since Peter was killed, Peter restored me to who I originally was. I wasn't scared anymore, of anything. I took over the running of Neverland until I could figure out a way to get him back but it hadn't really sunk in that he was gone, until now. "You left me. You were supposed to be there for me and you abandoned me!" I shouted, looking up into the sky as I stood on a cliff overlooking Neverland. "You changed me and then...and then you left! It wasn't enough to have his heart you had to be the demon that everyone thought you were and put that curse on those people! You couldn't have left it alone could you? Of course not..because Peter Pan never fails, right? Well guess what you failed me you failed all of us!" I shouted, I thought somehow he'd hear me but I knew he was gone. *Flashback* "Get angry! Speak your mind!" Peter told me, "Come on are you just gonna hide in a corner for the rest of your life and be afraid of everything?" He asked me, "No you aren't because I won't let you. I'm making you a promise right here, right now that I won't ever leave you." He told me, "Because I can't do things on my own?" I asked quietly, "No. it's because I want to be there to see you do them." He stated. *End of flashback*

"You promised me, Peter! I thought you were a man of your word?" I asked, a choked sob leaving my lips. How could I do this without him? "Please don't leave me." I cried, falling to my knees.