Hi, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot of either Palpatine (Star Wars) or Yuugo (The Promised Neverland) x Female reader.

I don't know exactly what fandoms you write for soo...

If you can, could you make it strictly no-fluff? Thank you! xx

{I’m not part of either fandom and I’m mostly a fluff writer lol, but I wanted to challenge myself a bit here. So sorry if this is OOC (I tried my best with research) or not exactly what you expected. I opted for something more morbid since you said no fluff. Feel free to request something more specific in the future if you’d like something different! Though I most likely won't be considering either fandom from here on sadly. I’ll update my rules and start a fandom list soon, that'd make things easier lol. Thanks for being my first request ♡ uvu}

Broken Reflection - Yuugo x Fem!Reader

[Warnings: Brutal deaths (not elaborated but heavily implied and vaguely described), blood, PTSD symptoms]

[Summary: You stumble upon a rather strange and rude man after being separated from your friends.]

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You tried not to let panic overtake you as you ran. Your group that you’ve been traveling with for a couple years now had been attacked by wild demons as you guys searched for a new shelter. The last one was unfortunately compromised when one of the more intelligent demons was spotted nearby, and in an increasing series of unfortunate events this drove you guys towards the more wildly populated side.

In the chaos of the attack a demon blocked you from running away with others of the group and you had no choice but to run away on your own. You weren’t able to grab a gun but you did have a hunting knife in your pocket at all times. However, you weren’t so sure that the knife was going to be put to use before this demon would tear you to shreds. Its long, weirdly spider-like legs had a lot of range to it. Honestly you couldn’t believe you were outrunning it as well as you were.

Despite knowing it was a bad idea to do so, you looked back for a brief moment to see how close it was and suddenly found yourself falling. It didn’t take you long to figure out you were tumbling down an unforeseen hill. A grunt left you when your body was stopped by a tree at the bottom and you painfully noted to yourself to watch where you were going next time. The temptation to lay there was great, but you knew you had to get up and hide. Wheezing slightly, you quickly pulled yourself up and stumbled behind the tree to lean against it and listen. There was a shuffling noise from atop the hill and you hoped with all your being that the demon wouldn’t consider you worth the effort. It seemed luck was finally on your side because nothing came down as you waited. Finally convinced you were clear, you started making your way through the forest with your hand on your now bruised side that was making it difficult for you to stand up straight. Hopefully your friends would somehow make it out this far to find you.

As you continued your walk, you listened out for anything nearby and made sure to look all around you, sticking close to the trees in case you had to hide or attempt an emergency climb. You weren’t really sure where you were headed and if the quiet atmosphere of the forest told you anything, it’s that it was likely you were getting farther away from your friends.

A pessimistic air was starting to settle around you when you suddenly heard a gunshot and instinctively ducked behind a tree. Your confusion quickly turned to hope when you realized it could be one of your friends out there and you cautiously made your way towards the noise as it happened again. When you got closer, you slowly peeked your head from behind a tree to see someone unfamiliar to you in a trench coat standing with their back towards you. From their stature it seemed to be a man, and he was looking down at the unmoving remains of one of the demons that had attacked earlier. He crouched to get a better look at it.

“Great, those idiots are leaving marks all over you guys. Guess I’ll have to wait it out until they’re all captured or dead.”

Your eyes widened as you ducked back behind the tree. In your haste though, your foot slipped over a tree root and you caught yourself while flexing your side in the process. An involuntary cry of pain left you.

“Who’s there?!” you heard the man call out. “Come out now and maybe I won’t shoot you.”

Cursing yourself, you lean against the tree as you move into view. You finally see the man scowling at you with a pistol raised in a gloved hand. He looks a little older than you expected, white streaks giving way in his short black hair as well as stubble on his chin. How long has he been out here? Was he alone?

“Don’t shoot, please,” you struggle to say as you raise your free hand.

“You’re one of those people running around the forest, aren’t you? Causing a lot of trouble for me. And you’re injured too,” he tutted as he lowered his weapon. “Well whatever, those monsters will take care of you.” He turned to leave, but you called out to him.

“Wait! Can you help me find my friends? We got attacked and separated.”

He turned back to you and snickered. “That’s not my problem.”

“Please, I’m sure they’re nearby. We’ll all get out of your hair once we get together.”

“If they’re not dead already. I heard some screaming earlier, so a good chunk of them are probably dead. You might as well start a life on your own or lay down and die. Either way, I don’t care. Have fun out here.” 

“Please!!” you shouted.

He raised his gun at you again. “Shut up! Don’t think just because you’re a girl or injured, I won’t shoot you. I’d probably be doing you a favor honestly.”

You lifted yourself from the tree and took a step forward with tears pricking your eyes. “Fine, just a general direction. That’s all I’m asking for. They’re all I have left in this world and if I lose them all, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t want to be alone. Please.”

To your surprise, the man began to tremble slightly. A strange far away look crossed his face and his free hand reached for his head.

“Stop it. Stop saying those things. I can’t…” He groaned in pain and it quickly turned into frustrated cries as he started hitting the side of his head. It was a baffling sight and you weren’t sure what to make of it.

“Are you ok…?” you asked as you stepped closer and touched his shoulder.

“Stay away!!” He swung out his arm and knocked you to the ground.

You curled up into a ball assuming he was getting ready to shoot you, but then you heard voices calling out your name. When you looked up, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you saw your friends running towards you. The man in front of you spun around and aimed his gun at them, stopping them in their tracks.

“Don’t move!”

“We should be telling you that,” one of the older ones of your group stepped forward with his own gun drawn. Everybody else that had guns followed suit. “Put the gun down and we won’t shoot you. Unless you did something to our friend there. You ok?” he called out to you.

“Yeah,” you called back. 

You looked up at the man to see that he calmed down from his episode, but he was clearly irritated with the situation. Eventually he cursed under his breath and raised his hands.

“I don’t want trouble. You can have her back, I was just passing through when I found her.”

“Alright. Just stay there and don’t move until I say so,” your friend called back. He gestured at the rest of the group to keep their guns drawn as he walked over to you two. When he helped you up he noticed how much you were clutching at your side.

“Did he hurt you? I swear to god if he hurt you,” he pointed his gun at the man, but you stopped him.

“No, he’s not why I’m hurt. Everything’s fine, let’s just go.”

The two of you were about to return to the group when all of a sudden, screams filled the air once again. The monsters were back and some of your friends were already in the process of being slaughtered and eaten while others were trying desperately to hold them off.

“Stay back!” your friend pushed you behind him and started firing at an approaching demon.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you heard the unknown man huff as he fired at demons behind you guys.

It was absolute chaos all over again, but this time you had to stand there and watch as the demons picked off your group one by one in visceral ways you never wanted to see happen to a human being much less the people you held dear. You couldn’t stand it.

“I have to help them,” you muttered as you took out your hunting knife and moved towards them.

“No stop, what are you doing?!” Your friend grabbed hold of you and pulled you back.

“I have to help them!” you cried.

“You can’t, you’re gonna die out there! We gotta go, we can’t hold off-”

Blood splattered across your shirt and you looked down to see a spider-like limb inches away from your abdomen, but going straight through your friend in front of you. You screamed as he fell to the ground and your mind was starting to fall apart. It was too much. You couldn’t think anymore.

“Help…” your friend reached out in your direction as the demon started to feast on his lower half, life quickly draining from his eyes. “Help…her…”

The words didn’t register with you and you were beyond conscious thought at this point, but it didn’t matter. You weren’t the one he was looking at. 

The unknown man grabbed hold of your arm, forcing you to run with him. Originally he was just going to leave all of you behind to die once he cleared out a pathway for himself and when he did, he regretfully turned back and witnessed what happened to you. It was against his policy to take on dead weight, but seeing that scene play out overrode his rational thoughts.

After a moment he started to come back to his usual senses and finally decided he was going to drop you if any demons happened to follow you two. But to his surprise, they didn’t, and pulling you along wasn’t as much of an effort as he expected. It seemed that although you were gone mentally, your physical body was still operating enough to follow him. Eventually the two of you made it out to the wasteland and back to the underground shelter he resided in without any more issues.

It took a little more effort to get you down into the shelter. You weren’t very responsive to the point that you just kind of stood there staring off somewhere he couldn’t hope to reach. He knew that look and it made him sick to his stomach to see it reflected back at him like that. Once he got you settled into one of the rooms on a bed, he closed the door behind him and fell against it. His hand reached for his mouth trying desperately to hold back his dry heaving. Memories of himself over the years holed up in his room crying and scratching at the walls were trying to resurface and he tried his best to shake it out of his head.

“No, no, no, don’t do this, I can’t do this…” he sobbed to himself.

He didn’t know what to do. Taking care of himself was already increasingly difficult with each day that passed by, but taking care of another person? Especially someone just about as damaged as he was now? There was no way he could keep that up. As he shifted his sitting position, he felt something poke him in his pocket and he took it out. He stared down at the pistol in his hand and then turned his head towards the door.

Should he do it? It would be quick but the aftermath would be a lot for him. But it would be a mercy, right? Who would want to live the way he has? He certainly didn’t and from how desperate she sounded earlier, it didn’t seem like she wanted to either. So it’s fine…right?

A pain started up in his head and he sighed as he felt exhaustion start to creep in. It’s not like he had to decide right now. Maybe he’d give her a day or two to see if she’d come back to her senses, but he was doubtful. He tried to push it all out of his mind as he got up and started walking towards his own room. But he couldn’t help but wonder.

Was she going to pull herself together, or end up another broken reflection?

Since absolutely zero people have asked, I’m gonna explain emergency requests!

That’s an absolute lie, but I wanted to say that :)

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Emergency requests are pieces of writing (typically headcannons, but I occasionally write fics dependent on the request) that a reader asks for when they need quick comfort.

This could be any kind of issue, whether home troubles, personal troubles, friend troubles, self worth problems, mental illness troubles, loss of a loved one, school troubles, etc. very few things are off the table!

Requests could be an x reader or character x character! It’s all up to your own comfort!

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I would request that you please check the status of them. They will very rarely be closed, but sometimes they may be!

If you send in an emergency request while they are closed, it will not be written until emergency requests are open again.

Regardless, to request, just hop into my askbox and put what you would like to read to be comforted!

Only up to three characters please! And try to keep them within the same fandom for the sake of tagging.

Please specify these three things: platonic or romantic, (for school prompts only) uni or high school, and pronouns please!! If not, I will always resort to platonic and gender neutral.

Never be afraid to request anything! And you don’t have to ever be sorry for coming to me!

A few examples:

Hi ducky, my family dog passed a few days ago. Could you write about Hinata and Daichi comforting a reader who just lost their pet?

Hello! My binge/restrict cycle has been treating me badly, can I request Tanjiro and Inosuke helping their best friend through their issue?

Hey ducky. I got my first C on my report card this quarter. Mom isn’t too happy. Can you write Tajima and Mihashi comforting their s/o, who got a bad grade, please?

Ducky I’m losing hope, can I please just get some fluff with the TPN main 3 siblings? Could I request Norman and Emma helping Ray through a depressive episode?

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I will write comfort for SH, EDs, Dep**ssion, anx**ty, toxic families, toxic friends, toxic relationships

I will let you know if I will not write for a certain topic by posting the request!

Are there any characters that you won’t write for?

To be honest, yes. I won’t know until I see them though.

But when this happens, I will post the request and have you ask for another character!

Do you get swamped with requests?

Sometimes!

It’s not at all bothersome tho! I love all my followers and I want them to be happy with life. So I’m always down to hand them a crumb of serotonin when they need it.

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General Requesting Rules + Q/A

what fandoms do you write for?

I write for My Hero Academia, The Promised Neverland, and Haikyuu!!

rules:

-> you can request for up to 5 five characters, i write for any gender

-> i default write gn!reader, but if you want a male or female reader, go right ahead!

-> i write for karasuno, seijoh, nekoma, fukurodani, and pm me if you want other characters from different teams, i’ll see what i can do <3

-> any characters that seem fit for mha, feel free to request!

what am I not allowed to request?

-> i don’t write nsfw-- i’m absolutely terrible at writing it but suggestive content is just fine! 

-> anything that discriminates a group (blm, lgbtq+ community, etc)

do you write emergency requests?

no, not at the moment. i’m not doing good myself, but if it’s a problem that’s more general (ex: stress from school, insecurities) please pop it in under as a request rather than an emergency request! emergency requests are for short-term problems that can only be helped for a moment, thank you love <3

Have any other questions? lmk! take care bbyyys <3

Peter Pan Won’t Fail (2/2)

*Finally got part two!*

Prompt: Modern Reader ends up on the Neverland from her favorite tv show Once Upon A Time and proves to be very helpful. (Part 1)

Requested by: anon

Warnings: language

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Months passed since I first showed up on Neverland. While most of my time was spent with me cataloging everything I knew from Once Upon A Time the show I did get some other hobbies. I got to learn how to fight, an endeavor that resulted in many bruises and a dislocated shoulder. I explored the island and got closer to the Lost Boys. I met Tinkerbell but Peter forbid me from telling her anything about what I know. He was rightfully pissed that Tink betrays him in the future.

Speaking of the future I was still on the fence about my involvement in it. I tried to rationalize it away. Convince myself that these people weren’t necessarily real and so had no actual input on anything. Most days I could ignore it. Other days not so much. I hate debating my choices in morally compromising situations.

During the night Peter straightened and fell quiet suddenly. I waited to see what he was doing when he smiled. “New souls entered the island. Could it be the boy?”

“How many?”

“Three.”

“Should be.” I took a deep breath, “The games begin.”

Peter called Felix and some of the other boys and sent them off to find Henry and the two adults he came with. This is happening. This is actually happening now. I’m in the plot of the show.

“Y/N--” A hand dropped onto my shoulder and I jumped a foot in the air.

“Nervous are we?” Peter teased, “If your information is correct then there is nothing to worry about.”

“I know, I know.” I shrugged his hand off, “I guess a part of me didn’t believe in all of this deep down. I mean, for years I watched these characters and wanted them to get their happily ever afters. I loved you as a villain and stuff but if they hadn’t defeated you then everything would have been for nothing. All the people I cheered for...gone. Now that it’s happening for real I--I guess I feel guilty.”

“Is that so?” his eyes narrowed. “Losing our nerve are we? I thought you wanted us to win. To change the story.”

“Yeah…”

He towered over me, that once teasing glint now a cold stare. “Are you going to be a problem? I would hate to have to go back on my word and lock you in a cage until after I have the heart.”

“No! I promise! I’m fine!” I tried in vain to stop my shaking hands, “I’m on your side. I want you to win. I want you to live.”

“Good.” he wrapped an arm around me and started ushering me deeper into the jungle, “Then you won’t mind taking on a special role in the proceedings. Won’t you?”

“Of course not.” I relaxed at his touch, “What did you have in mind?”

“Deliver this,” he produced a straw doll and placed it in my hands, “to Rumple for me when he gets here.”

I tucked the doll away. “Not a problem.”

“There’s my Lost Girl.” he traced a finger across my cheek, “Now you say I need to keep my shadow confined to the island?”

“Not unless you want Baelfire running around and teaming up with Rumple to get Henry back. It’ll make things easier without another person to interfere but I think our real worry is Regina. She’ll go to hell and back for her son and was labeled the Evil Queen for a reason. Murder isn’t something she’ll abstain from.”

“Good thing we don’t either.” 

I waited in the camp while Peter and the boys collected Henry. When they returned Peter nodded to me and I went out on my own mission to find Rumple. I really hope that this goes like with Felix and that he doesn’t just immediately try to kill me.

I wandered around until I saw a figure in a clearing. Okay. I can do this. I walked closer and he turned to me, his calm demeanor shifting into confusion when he saw me. “You’re not who I was expecting to see.”

“I know.” I kept my hands clasped behind my back so he couldn’t see them shaking. “I’m just here to deliver a message of welcome. Seeing as how you’re here for Henry though that makes you Peter’s enemy so not really a welcome I suppose.”

“Who are you?” he scanned me from head to toe, “You’re not from here. A strange magic swirls around you. You’re not meant to be here, are you?”

“I shouldn’t be here but it isn’t going to stop the fact that I am.” I pulled out the straw doll and tossed it to him, “You can’t see the future here but I do. Spoiler alert, you don’t win.”

Rumple picked up the doll with tears in his eyes. It might have been sad if I wasn’t simultaneously terrified of the man and the power he wields before me.

“Who are you?” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Who are you!”

“I’m the tipping point.” I grinned as a new feeling started to emerge. Sadism that I had never known before. That delight in seeing him crumpled on the ground trying in vain to cover the sobs escaping from him. Pain that I caused just by handing him a little doll.

When I got back to camp I found Peter immediately and told him about my meeting with Rumple. “Sounds like you did very well, my Lost Girl.” he pulled me closer, “You’re having fun now, aren’t you?”

“So much fun.” my heart fluttered wildly in my chest.

“And the fun will only continue. But it is getting rather late so we’ll return to the game in the morning.” Peter took one of my hands and brought it up to his lips to kiss and wink at me. “Goodnight, Lost Girl.” he said and walked off towards his tent leaving me dumbfounded and gaping like a fool in the middle of the camp.

The pleasant buzz clouding my mind started to abate. That boy is slowly dissolving my moral compass and I can’t find myself to be upset about it. Not when he did such things like that.

What good were ethics when you lived here anyways? How could guilt help me survive? Why save one boy I do not know from Adam when I needed to save someone who meant something to me?

Over the months I’ve spent here Peter Pan has come to mean something to me. He means survival. He means adventure. He means laughter. He means...he means happiness. He may even mean something more that I daren’t believe possible. Maybe I’m just being stupid. Maybe I’m letting all the damn fanfiction I read obscure what is true. Maybe all I am is a means to an end and once he is cured then every promise he made will be forfeit. This time next week I may very well even be dead.

Right now though...right in this moment I am alive. I am here. I am a Lost Girl and when Peter Pan looks at me my heart skips a beat. Even if it is all just an act or an illusion I want to be happy. I want to pretend that this is where I am meant to be.

With that dream in my head I went to my own tent and fell asleep to await the rest of the events of this week.

And so it was a strange couple of days. With my advice and foresight things were going much smoother. Maybe not as fun as Peter would have liked but in this case he wouldn’t die. That’s all that matters in the end really.

If things remain as they are then there will be nothing to worry about. Wendy was confined and kept on high guard so that none of the others could intercept what she knew. I didn’t like the idea of keeping her prisoner still and negotiated to have her returned to her brothers in Storybrooke after we had won. My one good deed amongst all my other rather abhorrent dealings since coming here.

Neal wasn’t on the island. Rumple had been duped by Peter’s shadow disguised as Belle and had been returned to Storybrooke. Peter had taken Tinkerbell’s heart and forbade her from helping heroes. We found Baelfire’s old hideaway and taken everything of use out. A group of Lost Boys had found the Jolly Roger per my instructions and sailed it far off into the ocean. There was only one single row boat on the island and it was with Peter. He should be heading to Skull Rock right about now with Henry.

It’ll all be over soon.

I was taking a walk through the jungle singing softly. The only loose end was Emma, Regina, Snow, David, and Hook. I had yet to see any of them and was hoping to keep it that way. If I did run into them then I had a very specific job that Peter entrusted to me.

“The King and his men stole the Queen from her bed and bound her in her bones.” I sung, “The seas be ours and by the powers where we will we'll roam.”

“Yo ho, all hands hoist the colors high.” a voice answered from the darkness, “Heave ho, thieves and beggars. Never shall we die.”

A gust of wind pushed me down to the ground and held me there. “What do we have here?”

“Damn,” I hissed in pain. A bunch of people started to gather around me. “I should have stayed in the camp.”

“Where is Henry?” One of them demanded but in the dark it was hard to tell who.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say you are the adults looking for Henry? Emma? Regina? Hook?”

“You know her?” A feminine voiced asked.

“Never seen her before. Outside of Tinkerbell and the mermaids I had never met another girl on the island.” Definitely Captain Hook.

“If you let me up I will take questions.” I told them. The invisible weight pinning me down lessened and I stood up. Sure enough it was the heroes that had found me. It is so weird seeing them and knowing that they aren’t just actors right now.

“Who are you? Where is my son?” Emma demanded.

“My name is Y/N.” I told them. It is now time to put my encyclopedic knowledge of Once Upon a Time and ability to lie out of my ass to the test. “Your son is no longer on the island.”

“What? What do you mean?” I had multiple weapons pointed at me. “Where is Henry?”

“Storybrooke.” I fished the magic bean Peter had given me out of my pocket, “I snagged these off of Pan. Gave one to Henry to go home.”

“Why should we believe you? You could be lying.”

“But I’m not. I came here to save him since in my world you lot fail.”

“What are you talking about?” Regina edged closer with a fireball.

“Okay, long story short I come from a land where all of this,” I gestured to the jungle, “And all of you are part of a TV show. This is the Neverland arc. People argue it was one of the last good ones before things started going off the rails.”

“I’ve been through a lot but even that doesn’t sound real.” Emma rolled her eyes.

“Henry’s father is a man named Neal, Rumplestiltskin’s son, previously known as Baelfire. He was tricked into an engagement with a woman named Tamara whom you suspected. When you went to search their room you had Henry stand guard outside and to bump against the door if anyone came.” I said and she backed off. “Too specific an instance?”

“Henry could have told you that--”

“Snow here had a one night stand with Doctor Frankenstein and Charming punched him in the face after the curse was broken when he found out. Do you think Henry knows that one?” I cocked an eyebrow at them. It was really hard not to laugh in that instance since Snow and David looked extremely uncomfortable with the reminder.

The others started to back off but Hook kept his sword trained on me, “And you...what can I say to you? You and Pan are well informed but I know something that not even he does.”

“What, pray tell, is that?” he snarled.

“You know lullabies. One at least. Your mother used to sing it. Her name was Alice.” I answered. If the Hyperion Heights arc did anything right it was giving us Colin O’Donoghue dressed as Captain Hook singing lullabies to a squishy little baby.

“How did--”

“Now do you all believe me? I know how this story goes and I am changing how it ends. That way you idiots can win and not let your son die this time.”

“We...we fail?” Snow looked heartbroken.

“Not this time.” I held out the bean to them, “Henry is already home. He’s waiting for you. Why do you think I’m out here singing sea shanties? I was hoping one of you would hear me so I could pass this on.”

“And what do you get out of this?” Regina asked.

“I get to watch a happy ending instead of a sad one. I mean, there is a bunch of bull that the show goes through to bring Henry back like two episodes later but this is much faster and hopefully not as convoluted.” It was actually kind of amazing how effortlessly the lies were flowing out of me.

“Great, if we can just get back to the ship then--”

“The ship isn’t there anymore.” I sighed, “Like immediately after you all got here Pan finds the ship and sets it on fire.”

“WHAT!” Hook shouted, “My--my ship!”

“Yeah...sorry, couldn’t do anything about that one.”

“What about, Gold? Can we just leave without him?”

“He’s currently in a magical fight to the death with Pan on Skull Rock where they will most likely kill each other. Considering all the crap he’s pulled in the past against all of you I say we leave them to it. Yeah?”

The adults exchanged uneasy glances before nodding. “Great. Now off you go. Say hi to Henry for me.” I dropped the bean on the ground and they all fell through back to Storybrooke.

“Oh thank god!” I breathed out in relief. “That was a lot more work than it should have been. I could have just as easily thrown it at their feet the second I was up but no. I had to go on a Once Upon a Time trivia binger. At least they’re gone and can’t intervene anymore.”

I looked around at the empty jungle and sighed, “And the talking to myself has increased by double. Nice. I’m gonna get out of here.”

I stood over the cliff looking over Skull Rock to wait. Hopefully my advice didn’t work against Henry’s belief in Peter. If things go wrong then we are all screwed. Time ticked by at a torturous pace. I was starting to think that we had failed again when I saw something fly out from Skull Rock.

Peter! He did it! We won! We won!

As if sensing my excitement he flew straight to where I was waiting and landed in front of me. Before I could react he scooped me up in his arms and spun me around. “Hello, Lost Girl,” Peter was smiling like a madman, “I did it.”

“I noticed.” I chuckled as he set me down once more, “No trouble on your end?’

“None whatsoever. Henry was only to eager to hand over his heart to me. Now I am all powerful.” Peter floated off the ground a few inches to prove his point, “No loose ends on your front?”

“None. The heroes are trapped in their world and you have the heart. There’s nothing they can do.” I was practically bouncing from excitement.

He settled back on the ground. His excitement was mellowing out and I could see the gears turning in his head. “What happens now?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. Some of my fear started to creep back in but I squashed it down. “This is an alternate timeline now, we’ll just have to write our own story from here on out.”

“Our?” Peter cast his eyes to me once more. I let myself believe there may have been fondness in them.

“Yes. What good is an all powerful king of Neverland without a queen to tell him he’s doing it wrong?” I smirked at him.

“I knew I was gonna like you.” he pulled me flush against him, “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.”

“Peter Pan never fails.” I whispered, our faces a breath apart.

He kissed me so intensely I felt the earth shudder around me. “Damn right.”

3a Canon Divergence: Somewhere Out There

3a Canon divergence inspired by @thejollyroger-writer’s recent trip to Ireland and the song from the 1986 movie An American Tail. 

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Many thanks to @hollyethecurious and @winterbaby89 for beta services and the CSSNS discord ladies for the encouragement to write this after a discussion about missing our friends evolved into an impromptu 3a divergence brainstorming session.

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight,

Someone’s thinking of me, and loving me tonight.

Somewhere out there, someone’s saying a prayer,

That we’ll find one another, in that big somewhere out there.

And even though I know how very far apart we are,

It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star.

And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby,

It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky!

Somewhere out there, if love can see us through,

Then we’ll be together, somewhere out there,

Out where dreams

Come true.

Emma woke with a start, breath ragged, chest heaving, desire coiling in her belly. All she could remember from the dream that woke her was a pair of blue eyes, the hue of which were the deepest, most clear blue she’d ever seen, a jungle dripping with humidity, and a kiss that rocked her world.

She swung her feet out of bed and padded over to the sliding glass door to her balcony. She couldn’t help the feeling that washed over her that said it was more than a dream. It had the feeling of memory.

The night wind caressed her arms and raised goosebumps as she looked up at what stars she could see in the New York City predawn darkness. Her eyes landed on a particularly bright star, even with the city lights. She couldn’t understand why the dream felt like a memory, but she also couldn’t suppress the longing she felt. The longing for the mystery man in her dream that felt like a memory. Could he be out there somewhere? Who was he? Could he see the same stars she did? Would he make a wish? As she tried to pull the wisps of the dream into some coherent whole, she remembered a feeling of gratefulness, of excitement, playfulness, anticipation. As if this was something they had been moving towards for some time. She looked back up at the star. She shut her eyes and brought the vision of blue eyes that could somehow see right through her to the front of her memory. Opening her eyes again, she wished that if he was real, he would find her. For some reason, her gut was telling her that there would be no finding him, and her gut rarely steered her wrong. She shook her head at her fanciful musings. If anything about the dream (memory) had been real, perhaps going back to sleep would reveal more of it. She took a deep breath, went back inside, and was asleep again almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

~*~*~

Killian Jones stood at the helm, guiding his beloved Jolly Roger, without conscious thought. It allowed him the time and freedom to think of Emma, the only thing he loved more than his ship. The pain of their separation had lessened over the past year to a near constant dull ache that allowed him to pull out her memory without feeling like he couldn’t breathe with the desire to be by her side again.

Taking a deep breath, he looked up into the endless expanse of stars above him. Finding a particularly bright star slightly to port, he whispered a prayer to any god that would listen that his love and her son was safe and that he would someday be able to find her. As he looked closer at the star he was wishing on, he realized that it was part of Cygnus. Confusion that melted into stunned amazement colored his features. No wonder he had noticed that star first. Cygnus was always the first constellation that he looked for in the night sky. And even though it was in the wrong position, his subconscious must have directed him to it. But why was it pointing to the west instead of north? Suddenly, he heard a voice on the night breeze. Find me.

Looking again at the constellation of his love, he knew that it was pointing to her. He adjusted the heading of the ship. I’m coming, Swan.

~*~*~

The following night the Jolly emerged from the portal into the Land Without Magic. He looked skyward and quickly located Cygnus, still pointing west. Given the position of the rest of the stars in the sky, he estimated it to be about 4am. Hoping against hope that it wouldn’t take him too long to reach shore, he adjusted the headings and sent his thoughts ahead of him. Almost there, Swan.

~*~*~

Emma woke to a pounding on the door.

Grumbling not only at being pulled from a wonderful dream, but also being woken at, she glanced at her phone, 7:30 on a Saturday morning, she was going to give whoever was at her door a sound thrashing before she slammed the door in their face and attempted to get back to the dream she was having. A dream that she remembered this time. The most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on, with eyes blue as the sea, telling her that he would win her heart without trickery.

She opened the door, mouth open ready to give this idiot a piece of her mind, when her jaw dropped even further as she saw the man from her dream standing on her threshold.

His face broke out into a relieved smile as he breathed, “Swan, at last.” He moved toward her before her thoughts could coalesce into anything more than utter astonishment. Cupping the back of her head, his lips descended on hers before she could even blink.

And oh boy, could the man kiss. His lips moved over hers with a sensuality that made her weak in the knees. When his tongue requested entrance, she opened for him without conscious thought. A breeze suddenly swept through them with a kaleidoscope of rainbow color bursting from their joined lips. He released her with a just as stunned expression as she was sure she was sporting. “Killian?”

“Emma?” he echoed, his eyes wide, “You remember?” His shock melted into undisguised joy as she pulled him into her apartment. Her face mirrored his as memory after memory paraded themselves through her brain. Their beginnings on the beanstalk, beating him in a sword fight at Lake Nostos, him coming back for her to go after Henry in Neverland, his constant support and belief in her, his promise to win her heart once she and Henry were home safe, saving him from the shadow in Dark Hollow, Pan’s curse... those last two and their last moments together at the town line compelled her to crash her lips against his again. Tongues tangled and teeth clacked together in their desperation to get as close as physically possible.

Releasing her lips, his cerulean gaze bored into hers. “Answer me, Emma,” he begged. “Do you remember?”

She stroked his cheek tenderly. “Did a day go by that you didn’t think of me, Killian?” she asked in reply.

A groan escaped him as he pulled her into his arms again, “Not a one, darling,” he cooed, just before lowering his lips to hers.

“Bedroom,” she moaned against his lips, walking backwards, drawing him with her deeper into her apartment and turning into her open doorway.

“What about your lad,” he asked, finally completely releasing her lips so that she could answer.

“Henry sleeps like the dead. He won’t be awake before ten on a Saturday,” she assured him, “We have plenty of time.”

“Plenty of time,” he parroted, “for what I have planned. Oh Swan, how I’ve missed you, my love,” he murmured, pressing tender kisses along her neck, making her shiver.

“Even if I didn’t know it, I missed you too.” She leaned her head back, giving him better access. “I dreamt about you. Night before last and this morning.”

He pulled back, amazement covering his features. “Really?” he asked, incredulous.

“Yes,” she answered. “You beating on the door this morning woke me from a dream when you told me you’d win my heart. I was about to let you have it so I could try to get back to it. But then, you were there, and the kiss, and, and…” her voice trailed away as he pulled her to him and began sucking a mark into her collarbone. “Ohhh, Killian,” she moaned, weaving her fingers in his hair and holding him to her.

“Delicious,” he murmured. “Your skin is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

She pressed herself into him until her breasts flattened against his chest and she could feel every muscle of his body. She led him further into the bedroom until her legs hit the bed. She sat down on it and immediately went to work on his laces, while above her, he shrugged out of his duster and started working on the buckles of his vest. Pushing his leathers down enough to free his straining erection, she looked up at him coyly through her eyelashes. “I see something I want,” she purred, before pulling him forward into the ‘v’ between her legs and circling his red and weeping tip with her tongue. She closed her mouth around him and bobbed her head taking him deeper each time until he hit the back of her throat. She moaned around his length before releasing him with a pop. She looked back up at him to see his eyes nearly shut in ecstasy, his face completely wrecked. “You alright there, Captain?” she asked.

“Ohhh, Swan,” he shuddered, “I will be paying you back for that. Up you get,” he commanded before climbing on the bed next to her. A giggle escaped her mouth as she moved to the head of the bed, never taking her eyes off her pirate who pursued her with predatory intent. His eyes nearly glowed with love and lust as he made his way toward her on the bed. Finally reaching her, she started working on the buttons of his shirt as he let out a low growl. “Are you fond of this garment, Swan?”

Too distracted by the skin she was revealing as she unbuttoned his shirt, she was barely aware of his hook catching in the fabric of her plaid pajama top and tearing it asunder. She threw her head back in ecstasy as his lips closed around a rosy nipple. After his ministrations nearly drove her mad, she became aware of the steady direction he was pursuing. He pressed open mouthed kisses with swirls of his tongue down into the valley between her breasts before heading lower to her navel, and finally to the top of her pajama bottoms. He drew them and her panties down in one smooth movement until she was completely bared before him. His quick intake of breath made her acutely conscious of how long it had been since anyone had seen her naked.

“Don’t Swan, please,” he pled, as she made to cover herself, “I want to see all of you.” He took her hand in his own and pressed kisses into her knuckles. “You are so beautiful, my Swan,” he murmured, “You take my breath away.” He shrugged his own shirt off, so she could finally see all of him. He was perfect in her eyes. The scars that criss crossed his torso told her parts of the story that ultimately led him to her. She grabbed his hook and gently kissed the cold metal before she reached around the back of his shoulder to release the buckles that held his brace to his arm. At the widening of his eyes and his sharp inhale, she rushed to reassure him.

“You are beautiful too, Killian,” she confessed, “and I want to see all of you.” Her gentle insistence made the air rush out of his lungs. His eyes swam with wonder and love as he helped her remove the brace from his stunted arm. Once it was removed, she brought his arm up and rubbed her cheek against the gnarled end. She turned into it and placed a lingering kiss to the disfigured limb. “This is a part of you, Killian. And every part of you is beautiful to me.” She looked up into his eyes again to impress upon him the seriousness of her next words. The words that she herself had just realized the truth of. “I love you, Killian Jones. I love every part of you.”

At her declaration, he made one of his own. “And I love you, Emma Swan and I will never again leave your side.” He lowered himself to her then and kissed her within an inch of her life. He drove her higher and higher with his kisses and his hands roaming her body, finding all the little places that made her cry out in pleasure, until he finally lined himself up and pushed into her warmth. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he began slow and measured thrusts into her that made her see stars. Every time their hips met, he ground himself against her clit until she was nearly sobbing with her need to come. With one final thrust and grind, he whispered in her ear, “Come with me, Emma. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” She was helpless to resist him and came just as she felt him throb within her, signalling his own release.

Breathless and sated, she turned to him once he had rolled off of her. “How did you do it? How did you get to me?”

He looked thoughtful as he gazed at her ceiling before turning to look at her. “Night before last, I was at the helm of the Jolly, thinking of you, when I noticed that Cygnus was not where it belonged in the night sky. It was pointing west instead of north. At that moment, I heard your voice on the night wind. Find me it said. I knew in my heart that Cygnus was pointing the way to you. So I adjusted our course and sailed west until we fell through a portal that brought us out about an hour and a half from the shore. I continued following Cygnus until it rested on this building. I got inside and easily saw which one was yours with your name on the rows of boxes just inside the door.”

She stared at him for a moment, stunned, before leaning over him and kissing him with all the love in her heart. They broke apart suddenly when they heard Henry emerge from his room like a herd of wild elephants. “Mom! Mom!” he exclaimed, banging on her door. “I remember! Where are you? What’s happening?”

Emma threw on her robe and quickly crossed the room, hissing at Killian to get dressed and meet them in the kitchen, before opening the door to her breathless, twelve year old son. “Mom! What happened?” he asked, his eyes wide as saucers. She ushered him into the kitchen as he continued to pepper her with questions. “I was asleep and having weird dreams of dying and you kissed me and woke me up, and meeting my father, and being taken to Neverland. Then I woke up and realized they weren’t dreams at all, but I remembered it all! How did it happen? Was it another True Love’s Kiss?”

She sat him down and knelt in front of him as she heard Killian emerge from her bedroom into the hallway. “Yes, Henry,” she began. “It was a True Love’s Kiss.” She turned her head toward Killian now standing at the entrance of the kitchen. He sent her a gentle smile and small nod, encouraging her to continue. “Between me and Killian,” she confessed, giving Henry a small smile. The smile that broke his face rivaled the sun, and she knew she didn’t have to worry about how he was going to feel about having Captain Hook as a part of his family.

“Cool!” he shouted, looking over at Killian. “But what now? Can we go home? Is Storybrooke back? Can we go to the Enchanted Forest if it isn’t?” His enthusiasm was contagious and she couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at Killian again,

“Well, Captain?” she asked, “I think those are better questions for you. But as far as I’m concerned, let’s get packed! We’re going home! One way or the other!”

With a whoop that threatened to break the windows, Henry leaped up and ran past Killian to his bedroom. She sauntered up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He laid a gentle kiss to her lips before he answered Henry’s questions. “I’ve no idea if Storybrooke is back or not, but we can certainly go find out. And if it isn’t, I have every reason to think that the portal back to the Enchanted Forest is still there. It didn’t close after spitting us out. I could still see it as the sun was rising and I could see the harbor in the distance.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed, “Well then, Captain. Let’s go home.”

Fin

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Could I get a request for Axel who gets ordered by organization XIII to destroy his S/O?

Traitor

“She’s gone haywire,” Saix’s voice rang through the Circle Room. “Refusing to follow orders, destroying our own Dusks; Numbers XIII and XIV cannot collect as many hearts as before thanks to her. The entire objective of re-completing Kingdom Hearts is in jeopardy.”

‘You’re wrong. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.’

“Do we know where she is now?” Xemnas asked. 

“Last sighting was in Neverland, three days ago. No one’s seen her since.”

Xigbar let out a haughty laugh, disrupting the conversation. “A rogue Organization member, huh? That’s gotta be a first.”

“Are you sure you no one is aware of her whereabouts? Someone must have seen her during their missions.”

“Unless I’m being lied to, no one knows where she is,” Saix said. 

‘That’s not true… I do.’

“Xemnas, if we lose any more Dusks to her, our plans will suffer greatly. The amount of hearts that are collected on a daily basis have already began to drop,” Saix continued. “She must be eliminated.” 

‘NO!’

Axel nearly jumped out of his seat, the words on the tip of his tongue but he bit them back. You two had been secretly seeing each other for months now. Only Roxas and Xion knew what was going on between the two of you, and you both trusted them completely to keep quiet about it. The others were clueless, and Axel knew well enough that it had to stay that way. For both your sakes.

“Axel,” Xemnas said. “I’ve turned to you in the past to handle traitors of the Organization.”

Oh, no…

“Deal with it.” 

Xemnas disappeared in a dark corridor before Axel could even open his mouth in protest. The others followed suit, until only Saix, Roxas and Xion remained in the room. Saix glared at Axel for a long moment, trying to figure him out from across the room. 

“Is there a problem, Axel?” 

Axel shot a look at Saix and left his expression unchanged. “No,” he spoke through his teeth. 

“Good. He’s chosen you for a reason. Don’t let us down.” And with that, Saix disappeared. 

Roxas and Xion looked up at Axel from their lower seats in the circle, their eyes wide with worry. 

“Axel…”

“What are you going to do?” Xion whispered. 

“I’ll handle it,” Axel said. “You two go on back to your rooms and continue your missions. I’ll meet you tomorrow at the tower, same time. Promise.” He opened his own dark corridor and disappeared from the room, leaving Roxas and Xion hanging on a thread. 

In an instant, Axel re-emerged in an alleyway of a small town. Carefully checking his surroundings, he walked out to the town square surrounded that was by trees and cobblestone roads jetting out in every direction. It was nearly sunset, and the lanterns that dotted along the roads started lighting up one by one. There were a few people hanging around the fountain in the center of the square, idly chatting away and not paying much attention to the out-of-place man dressed in a long black coat. 

Suddenly, someone screamed out in the distance and everyone started to run away all at once. A swarm of Heartless and Dusks started overrunning the square, causing a panic. Axel drew his chakrams and ran towards the commotion, but before he could even raise his weapons, the Heartless and Dusks were vanquished in a blink of an eye. 

“How’d you know where to find me?” Your voice was calm when you spoke, despite the amount of energy used in your last attack.

“It’s your home. No one comes here on their missions, so it’s the easiest place for you to slip away.”

“You know me too well,” you whispered. Hesitating, you lowered your weapon slightly but kept a firm grip as you stepped towards him. “Axel, I know why you’re here.” 

Axel couldn’t bear to bring his eyes to meet yours. So many emotions filled him: despair, panic, hopelessness, anxiety, love. They all bubbled up deep inside him until they were about to overflow. 

“You’re here on orders to get rid of me. Just like the others.”

“You know me too well…” he retorted. 

There was a long beat of silence. So many thoughts ran through each of your minds, but before you could even come up with the words to say them out loud they dissipated into thin air. Why did it have to come to this?

“Axel, you know this is all wrong. Sending the Dusks to attack innocent people, collecting the hearts of those who’ve done no harm to anyone ever. I get that Kingdom Hearts needs to be re-completed so we can be re-completed, but how many lives do we have to destroy to achieve it? I don’t care if every heart is full of darkness. Not everyone acts on it!”

“I know. But there’s gotta be another way for us to fix all this. You, me, Roxas and Xion, we’ll think of something together! So just-just come back to the castle and we’ll figure out a plan,” Axel pleaded. 

“You and I both know that I can’t come back,” you said. “Xemnas will turn me into a Dusk the second I step foot back in the castle.” 

Axel huffed in frustration. You had a point, so what now?

“Do it.”

His whole body fell numb, the two words barely whispered to him but echoed loudly through his ears. 

“Axel, you have to.” Tears started to fall from your face, but you refused to show any further emotion. “If you don’t, they’ll turn you into a Dusk. I won’t let that happen to you.”

“So we’ll run away together!” His voice rang loud through the square, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you gave him a gentle smile. Walking up to him, you gently took his wrist and held it in your hands soothingly, his weapon still between his fingers. You raised his arm up so the spokes on his chakram barely touched your chest, where your heart once lived. 

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, I promise,” you smiled. 

He didn’t have the time to process what happened next. He felt the weapon slice into you, piercing your soft, delicate skin and knock the wind from your lungs. You stood still for what seemed like eternity with the weapon in your chest until your legs buckled underneath you. Axel caught you as you fell, and he cradled you close to his chest and rocked you back and forth. 

“I can’t let you go! I won’t,” he cried. 

“It’s going to be okay,” you repeated. “Just find a way to stop this.”

Axel took your hand and brought it up to his cheek, kissing it repeatedly. Your body started to fade away right before his eyes; it was too late. 

“I’ll be seeing you in the next life.” You gave him a warm smile before darkness overcame you altogether. 

~*~

“I don’t get it,” Roxas murmured. His eyes were transfixed on the doorway to the top of the clock tower, his ice cream melting in his hands. “He promised he’d be here.” 

Xion sadly looked in the same direction, worry starting to overcome her. 

“I hope everything’s okay…”

Meant To Be Yours

Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Peter Pan X Reader

Word Count: 1215

Warning: Murder

Summary: Requested:  idk if you’ve ever seen heathers the musical but if you could base an imagine on Meant to Be Yours where Pan is JD that’d be cool😅 //  heathers anon again....if you need more inspo use Our Love is God and Dead Girl Walking Reprise!!

A/N: I loved writing this, I’m sorry it took so long to be posted though! Here’s Meant To Be Yours in case you want to listen to it while reading, it’s my favorite song from the musical. :)

Pan always treated me differently to the Lost Boys. He took me from my home because he said I was lost, and all though I don’t think I was quite as lost as some of the other boys on the island, I was grateful for being taken off to Neverland.

Felix and some of the others described Peter’s feelings towards me as a strange fascination, but if that was so it felt like it went both ways. It wasn’t long after I had arrived that we got together, and we now stayed in the same tree-house. It was quite obvious that Pan treated me differently to everyone else, taking extra special care of me during battles, not allowing me to stay if anything ever turned nasty. People always said Pan was a demon, a monster, a cold-hearted killer. But that wasn’t the Peter Pan I knew.

The Peter I knew gave tentative looks when I was in pain, pressed sweet kisses to my lips and held me close to his chest in the comfort of our bed. I was soon to find out that this sweet Pan I thought I knew was all an illusion.

There were intruders on the island. It showed in Peter’s mood and the climate of Neverland as the skies clouded and the forest became darker. He told us to stay in camp, stating he could deal with the unwelcome visitors himself.

“I’ll be back soon,” he promised, placing gentle fingers on my chin and pulling me forward to kiss him. I react in the same way, pulling him towards me, a hand on his neck. “Stay in camp.”

“I will,” I say, as we pull apart.

“Remember,” he remarks, walking backwards with a smirk on his face, just before he disappears into thin air, “Our love is God.”

“Our love is God,” I repeat in almost a whisper, before turning and walking towards our tree-house.

Pan is gone longer than expected. I don’t worry for his well-being, I know of very few people, dead or alive, that could match Pan’s power. However, I’m curious as to where he has gone, so I set off into the woods to find him.

It takes me a while, and I’m about to give up when I hear voices coming from a few meters away. I continue onwards, a voice becoming more recognisable as Peter’s. I don’t feel over-joyed at finding him, though, as paired along with his now clearly sinister tone, is a pained voice, crying for mercy.

Staying hidden behind a tree, not quite sure what else to do, I watch the horrible scene before me. Pan looms over a bloodied figure, lying limp and painted crimson by their own blood in the mess of leaves.

“And I’ll make absolutely sure you never step foot on my island again,” Peter says as the figure begins to beg, crying out in pain as Pan clenches his fist, using his magic to squeeze the air from the intruder’s lungs. It isn’t over quickly.

When the body stops moving, I emerge from my hiding spot, startling Pan.

“(Y/N)?”

“You,” I falter, looking for the words, “You monster.”

“(Y/N), wait-” but I don’t let him finish, turning and running back to camp. Of course, he stops me before I get there, appearing right in front of me and taking hold of my arms.

“Okay, (Y/N), listen to me. You need to calm done. We’re going to go back to camp and talk about this,” his voice is scarily calm as he makes the both of us disappear and reappear in the middle of camp in an instant.

I immediately break from his grip, running up to our tree-house, swiftly climbing the ladder and bursting in and slamming the door behind me.

“Don’t you dare magic yourself in here,” I warn, pushing against the harsh wood.

“Alright, I’ll stay out here then,” Pan’s voice rings clear as day through the door. I don’t say anything, the realisation of what I saw sinking in.

“What you saw, (Y/N), you don’t have to be afraid. I’d never hurt you, why do you think I’ve protected you from everything like that all this time?” Pan begins.

“You did what you did. Whatever you say can’t change that. You’re a monster and I don’t want anything to do with you,” I shout.

“I can hear you, love, I’m only on the other side of the door.”

“Don’t you dare call me that!” I spit, my volume never lowering.

“All is forgiven, baby,” Pan states, continuing despite my words, “I forgive you for spying on me and you forget everything you saw, it’ll only take a snap of my fingers.”

“No! I don’t want to forget! We’re through! I don’t want anything more to do with you, you psychopath!”

Pan chuckles, sending shivers down my spine.

“I was meant to be yours,” he states, and my heart thumps louder in my chest. “We were meant to be one.”

“Shut up,” I stammer, pushing harder against the door, as if it could block out what he’s saying.

“Don’t give up on me now, finish what we’ve begun,” Pan continues. I hear wood creaking as he takes a step towards the door. Instinctively, I push away, taking a step back.

“Pan, go away,” I try to sound forceful, but I can’t. Terror fills me to the point that I can barely move.

“You were meant to be mine, I am all that you need,” another creak as he moves closer still, “You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.”

I grow short of breath, a lump forming in my throat as I begin to panic. His attempt to sweet talk me in the most sinister way makes me feel like I want to vomit. Still, I stand in the middle of the room, unable to do a thing.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoes around the tree-house as the door rattles on its hinges. Pan thumped his fist against the door before lowering his voice, almost whispering through the crack in the door.

“(Y/N), open the door, please.”

Staying put, I have no plans to do as he says. Waiting, I listen to Pan’s every move.

“Don’t leave me alone,” his hand must still rest on the door, “You were all I could trust.”

I hold my breath, the silence between each sentence deafening.

“I can’t do this alone.” A hint of despair fills his words, before he lets out a sigh, exasperated. I can feel through the space between us the emotion disappearing, seeping out and away like smoke.

“Still, I will if I must.”  

Creaking follows his words, and I rush to the door at the sound of him turning, making his way down the ladder.

Letting out a breath, I slump to the ground. He’s gone, I tell myself, however I made that possible. He’ll come back though, a harsh reminder. He’ll come back, most probably with a thirst for my blood.

I have to be ready. The sinister sound of creaking fills my ears as I stand, reminding me of the person Pan really is.

“Well, there’s your final bell

It’s one more dance and then farewell.

Cheek to cheek in hell, with a dead girl walking.”

Part 2

Where I'll Always Love You- SoMa Peter Pan AU

Wow, I wrote this last year and it's still one or my favorite pieces that I've written. Originally I posted it on wattpad but I just needed to bring it back. Enjoy Tumblr. ~Z . . . "You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting." -Peter Pan The young ashen blonde woke to hear the yelling. Her father had drunk too much yet again, and her mother had cared too much about him yet again. She knew her father drank to relieve himself of stress and she knew her mother cared because she 'loved' him. Sometimes Maka switches between their sides, agreeing that her father needs to relax, or that her mother simply loved and cared for him like any wife should, though it was rigorous to find a gray area of agreement in their redundant black and white arguments. Worst of all, neither of them would agree to being erroneous over the littlest of things that held no relevance to Maka. Such as: money, work, their fake love, and family that hated each other. She often wished to escape it all, growing in a home with parents that only argued scarred her to believe love is nothing but a joke- a game. Growing in a home with no siblings and in a gated away manor has made for long lonely years. The real question was: Who wouldn't want to escape? Many would call her selfish for having absolutely everything she could possibly desire yet still ask for more, even if what she asks for is... less. She had no aspiration for her current lifestyle. Everyone on the outside sees her living a life full of wonder, amazement, and color. But she, just like her parents, lives in black and white, and it was suffocating. So in reality she didn't seek absence, she needed it, or she'd be driven insane. There’s a fine line between orthodox and unorthodox, she's currently habituated too far in the orthodox side of this line, only days away before her balance would be completely thrown off and shattered. "Spirit! I've had enough of your bickering! You're wrong, everything you're accusing me of is wrong... I'm retiring for the night," there was a pause of dead silence before her mother's shaken voice continued,  "have yourself a nice drink and a nice night you savage!" And footsteps pounded up the staircase- five seconds of more footsteps before a door slammed and the house fell into an gauche silence. "Go to sleep Maka, go to sleep, go to sleep. Everything will be okay if you go to sleep." She buried her face in a pillow and squeezed her eyes like the action would make her instantly grow tired and result in slumber. "Sleeping is good," a voice called out from the dark corner in her room, at this, she sat straight up in her bed, hairs sticking up, a chill running down her spine. "but only when you're having the good sleep." it was masculine, not quite deep, but unmistakably male. She slowly let her feet touch the floor that felt like ice even with it's beige carpet, even in the late spring. "The good sleep?" She questioned trying to look for a form in the shadows though all she saw was black wavering shapes, like shadows pulsing as if they were one of the new lava lamps. "Yeah, the sleep when you dream. When you escape." Maka tilted her head in confusion. "When you escape," he had said. That word, escape, it pulled her in like some type of trance. She pondered what it meant. Escape her current situation, escape these problems, this home(that failed to be warm like a home should be), this life? A smile almost spread across her face. When you dream... "I don't get very much dreams, not anymore," she continued after the pause of silence. She waited, more silence, then finally a response. "Then you have the bad type of sleep, with nightmares?" Maka found herself questioning what he meant by nightmares as well. Both of the subjects seemed so foreign to her, so naturally, her curiosity grew. "Enlighten me on nightmares, please." There was no face to prove her point, but she could sense it. Whoever he was, her question had let him grow shocked. "They're bad things, like monsters and goblins, witchcraft, that feeling you get when something bad happens or when something bad is going to happen, and you know it," he seemed to be finding the right words, "like fear." "I get a lot of fear, it's like I live in it. I know I shouldn't because everything bad that happens is very much expected, but that feeling still rises." There was no hesitation in her voice, and neither in him. "Yes, it's natural to be afraid, but if you want," he finally emerged himself from the shadows, his hair was white, the type of white she only sees during the winter, like snow, and his eyes were a deep red like the roses in the garden, his skin a beige color, but animate unlike her carpet where she was curling her bare toes into. "I can take you to a place where you'll never have to fear again. You can say goodbye to growing up, we can run away, start again, this time have a good childhood, a better reality. Just take my hand." She looked down to see his hand reaching for her, the twitch of curiosity and more yelling from the hall made her frown and take his hand without a second thought, her fingers curled around his warm palm. When he jumped from the window still holding onto her she screamed, and when they flew, she smiled just like he did while laughing at her expressions. "We're following the second star to the right, it shines in the night for you, to tell you that the few dreams you have can come true." Maka smiled as the night sky opened up for them, for the first time, her home looked beautiful and she understood why everyone felt like she lived in color. "Then let's go, let's run away, off to..." He grinned at her and she smiled joyfully. "Off to Neverland!" He continued, she nodded as they flew off, his hand never letting go of hers, even when the star expanded and she found herself traveling to the Neverland he spoke of. The bright colors and vast ocean leading to one island that bursted with life and magic. Something so surreal that she actually thought she was dreaming. "You'll get that feeling, Neverland is the land of dreams after all." He read her mind, she knew it. Landing was easy, being shown around was breathtaking, every cove, cave, cliff, it all seemed new and better than the pictures hanging in the dining room at home. Home. It was a topic she didn't like to bring up, not for the first week, not for the first month, only in the first year when he had kissed her, hugged her, loved her and made it clear, she now knew what love really was thanks to him, it was the first time she understood what home and love and dreams truly meant. She found herself asking him about it as she gazed out to the Mermaid Lagoon. "What is home to you, Soul?" His name was Soul, she hadn't known it the first day, not even the second, only on the third when she found herself talking to him and stumbling on her words trying to remember a memory she simply didn't have, she had never bothered to know, he amused her far too much and she simply forgot to ask. "Hmm..." He took a moment to think about his answer, the way his brow creased and how his eyes went distant, it always made her smile. "Home to me is where I can be me, where everything is perfect and where I can smile and be happy." She nodded and waited before sighing and standing. "Home to me, though it was black and white, lifeless, and broken. Home was with my parents, home is that place I want to correct as I grow, the place I know can be colorful like Neverland." His eyes widened at the word, the word she spoke for the first time in months, grow. "You've opened my eyes Soul," she paused and turned to him with sorrow and guilt in her gaze, "and I can never thank you enough for that but-" she gulped as the words rushed out. "I'd like to go home." The look that spread across her face made her feel culpable. He didn't argue with her or deny her of her request, he only silently reached out his hand for her to take, and they flew. They passed the star that guided them to and away from Neverland. She got sight of the manor she called home, it no longer resembled a prison, a sense of nostalgia washed over her as they got closer. "Everything is exactly as you left it, arguing parents and all. You only have to go back through the way you came." Maka looked back at him and kissed his cheek as a thank you, a thank you for everything he's done for her. Her small foot landed on the ledge of the window, his arm pulled her and he gave her a heartwarming longing look. "I'm not going to tell you to change your mind, just know that..." His face went distant before he took both of her arms in his hands and they floated in the space outside of window. "There's a place, that place between sleep and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming?" She nodded, the place he was talking about was like a faint trance one feels after they daydreamed of something wonderful, somewhere like Neverland. "That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting." Her feet landed on the ledge and he kissed her forehead right before he disappeared into the shadows he had come from. It was not the last time she saw him, just like he promised, whenever she had dreams(which was now more often then before) she saw him, in the small haze before she was completely awake, she saw him, she saw them, faint memories of the adventures they had in Neverland. Even when she grew old and raised her own children she still saw him, she still believed. She still thought of Neverland.

I Just Need Enough Of You To Dull The Pain

*I never thought that I would actually be thankful for silence; it usually held far too much truth for my liking, but after what happened earlier, every noise seemed to be too loud, too much. The drive back to Trick’s from Neverland was far too quick and yet seemed to take forever at the same time. The quiet was uncomfortable as the three of us squeezed into the back of an uber knees and shoulders pressed together and each lost in our own thoughts. It wasn’t until we were home, or what was home in LA anyway, that any of us let our guards down even a little bit. As soon as the door clicked shut behind Pete, there was a shift in the energy, unseen and yet almost palpable, even if it wasn’t necessarily for the better. “I’m gonna take a shower.” Pete’s voice was uncharacteristically quiet and I paused on my way from the kitchen to really take him in. There were patches of dried blood visible even against the dark blue of his jeans and spattered across the stark white of his shirt, mingling with streaks of dirt like some sort of macabre Jackson Pollack painting rendered in the remnants of tragedy. I fought a shiver, shaking my head as though that would dispel the images that seemed stuck in my mind as I turned my attention towards the cabinet. My throat was ridiculously dry and the motions automatic as I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cool, filtered water from the fridge dispenser. That was probably a mistake. When the glass was empty, I could pretend that my hands weren’t shaking; when it was full, the telltale slosh of liquid was kind of a goddamn giveaway. “Teddy.” Trick’s voice was quiet, and his breath brushed across my ear as his fingers carefully brushed mine as the glass was easily plucked out of my hand and set down on the island. “You wanna tell me what’s in that head of yours?” It wasn’t a request, per se, but his tone was still polite enough to pretend. Letting out a heavy breath, I pulled my glasses off, wiping the lenses with the hem of my shirt, more as a way of not looking up than to actually wipe them. The action didn’t actually clean them, instead it just smeared dirt around, but it was something. Avoidance is the name of the game. Of course, my little trick didn’t work, and Patrick clucked his tongue before plucking the specs from my fingers and setting them beside the water glass on the island of abandoned distraction techniques. “Teddy. Talk to me.” Again. Not a request, but there was still the small pretense. Wrinkling my nose as I heard the dull pounding of the shower overhead, I snagged the remote from its docking station and aimlessly pressed buttons until music took the place of silence. Benji’s voice, raspy and sincere, echoed through the air. Of fucking course. Nearly huffing, I crossed my arms and blew my bangs out of my face as I tried futilely to push aside the images that wouldn’t leave my head. “Goddamnit, Theodora stop avoiding and fucking talk to me.” There was an edge of anger in Trick’s voice , but the fingers that tilted my chin up were gentle, as were the blue eyes that I had no choice but to meet. Something lingered behind that gaze, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I would though, that was just the way things were when you had known someone for your entire life. I considered lying, just for a split second, but that wouldn’t work out well. Trick could read me like a book.* I was holding their kid, Trick, when the garbage truck hit. We were right inside the doors with Jessie. They lost it, both of them, as soon as we heard the crash. Like they fucking knew, Gracie… she fucking screamed and I’ve never heard anything like that in my life. If we were a few steps quicker, she would have seen… *My voice trailed off and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting against the onslaught of images that crashed through my mind in an endless loop. “It’s… it’s not okay, Teddy, I won’t lie, but they are all alive. That’s… it’s a goddamn miracle.” He had a point, he always did, but it didn’t really help. My foot twitched anxiously and I shook my head, bracing my hands on the island and hopping up onto the granite surface, toeing my shoes off and worrying my lower lip between my teeth. “What, Teddy? There’s something you aren’t saying. Don’t make me force it, it’s been a long day and I really don’t want to argue with you.” I couldn’t disagree with him on any point, and I brushed my hair out of my face as I regarded my friend. He was rumpled and dirt smudged, hat long gone and a fresh cut, still covered with dried, flaking blood that looked alarmingly out of place against his skin. My stomach churned as I finally allowed the thoughts that had been ghosting through my mind since the last of the emergency crews had pulled away to surface; and surface they did, with a vengeance.* What of that was you? Or Pete? It could have been. And then what? *I went numb as soon as the question was out, hanging in the air between us, heavy and almost shockingly present. I could see the emotions flicker across Trick’s face, one after another in rapid succession as he processed my verbal outburst. “Teddy, you can’t… it wasn’t.” His voice was low, quiet and almost insanely gentle, as though anything louder would cause me to break, even as he fumbled for words. “Shit.” He finally gave up, crossing the two steps between us and wrapping his arms tightly around me in a sorely needed embrace. I returned it immediately, pressing my face against his neck and letting the familiar smell of him; he was coffee and mint and the wind from Lake Michigan. He was safe. Glancing up after a far too brief moment, I met blue eyes that were darkened with something that I couldn’t quite place. “Teddy, we’re both okay. I promise, we’re okay.” Trick’s words were whispered, barely audible above the music that still played overhead, but they hit home in a way that nothing else would. Acting on pure impulse, fueled by the numbness that had somehow set in, I twisted a hand in Trick’s shirt and yanked; his quiet gasp of surprise was muffled as my lips pressed against his. The kiss was not sweet. It wasn’t gentle or caring or any of the other myriad of words that could have been used. At all. It was desperate and needed and almost violent; it was all frenzied escalation and yearning with hands pulling at clothes and teeth nipping at skin. I didn’t think, I didn’t want to, as my hand slipped from the back of Trick’s shirt down into his back pocket, my fingers grazing against the leather of his wallet as I focused, as much as I could anyway, on the feeling of his lips at my neck. “Hang on Teddy. Whatcha doin’?” His voice was breathy and low, familiar in more ways than one, and I had to make an exceedingly conscious effort to focus on what he was saying.* I’m- ah- condom. *My own words were stilted as I tripped over them in an attempt to catch my breath, biting back a frustrated whimper as Trick pulled away, my hands falling to my sides as he stepped back just outside of my reach. “No, Teddy.” While his voice was quiet, it still seemed to echo in the spacious kitchen, spoken at that exact moment between songs where there was nothing but silence. Swallowing thickly, I brushed my hair back behind my ears and looked up to meet Trick’s eyes which were stormy behind his glasses.* You… no? * I parroted his statement back to him, the question obvious even as my voice shook. “No. When this… whole thing started, you set some rules, we both did, I’m not going to break them now. Not like this. It’s not worth it to me. And before you say it, because I fucking know you, Teddy, it’s not you.” As much as I wished that I could say he was wrong, I really, really couldn’t and that did nothing to help. My cheeks flamed as I dropped my head, more in anger than embarrassment, but there was more than a tinge of that.* I know what I’m asking, Trick, I’m not that far gone. I just… I want to feel something. *I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze as I spoke, instead stealing glances through lowered lashes. “I know that, Teddy, believe me, but this isn’t the way to go about it. I’m not willing to risk what we have for what essentially amounts to grief sex. I won’t do it, and I’m not sorry for a second.” Trick’s words weren’t harsh, but there was a tone of finality to them, and a hardness that I had only heard from him a handful of times that only served to make me angry. Straightening my spine, I tilted my head up defiantly, and finally met my best friend’s eyes.* Pan would do it. *”Pan would do what?” The voice echoed from some place that was decidedly not upstairs and Trick and I both snapped our heads to look at the man in question, leaning casually against the breakfast bar, shirtless and barefoot in faded jeans, with his hair still wet from his shower. Patrick’s gaze darted between Pete and I with something that, once again, I couldn’t place and that simply pissed me off even more so. I hated not knowing what the fuck was happening. “Ask Teddy, I’ve got to go meet with Warren about damage control.” Trick’s tone was cold, and his face gave away exactly nothing as he leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke words solely meant for me. “Try not to fuck in my bed while I’m gone, okay?” The hurt that the words carried was instant, spiking in my stomach as if I’d been punched and echoing, bright and painful in my ears. He had always been honest with me, but he had never, ever, been so mean before. My response was immediate, and I didn’t even realize what I had done until my palm stung and there was a red mark on Trick’s cheek. I held his gaze for just a moment before he turned and headed for the door, muttering something to Pete on the way by, this time not at all meant for me before the sound of the door slamming echoed through the house. Taking a deep breath, I blinked back tears that stung my eyes, silently counting to ten- a ridiculous habit I’d developed as a kid. It didn’t work then either. Opening them, I was met with Pete’s whiskey eyes, slightly blurry through the tears, but still warm and concerned. “You wanna explain what the fuck just happened there, Beary?” His voice was gentle; soothing, exactly what I needed and everything I didn’t wrapped up in a question that was far more loaded than I could even begin to explain; so I didn’t.* Nope, not even a little. *My words shook with quickly failing resolve as a tear splashed down my cheek and I swiped at it angrily. Pete didn’t say a word, quietly crossing the space between us and pulling me into a hug, his lips pressed against my temple as he gently rubbed my back. For as much shit as I gave him, Pete could, when it was needed, be an astoundingly grounding presence, however rare it may have been. Another tear slipped free and splashed on his bare shoulder, still warm from his shower; he smelled just as familiar as Trick, but in a wholly different way, like leather and spice and moonlight on the snow in the darkest months of winter. Jesus wept.* I need- fuck. *My voice cracked and I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the sob that was stuck in my throat.* You. Come upstairs with me. Please? *The words were whispered, almost a plea spoken against his neck. In an echo of Trick’s movements from earlier, Pete’s fingers gently tilted my chin up so I met his gaze, my eyes still stinging with tears. It was silent for what felt like forever, before the smallest hint of a smile, however sad, tugged at his lips. “I’ve got you, Sweetheart, whatever you need.”* #IJustNeedEnoughOfYouToDullThePain #TheKidsArentAlright

𝔻𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕪’𝕤 𝔼𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕪 ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ (𝑅𝑂𝑀 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝑃𝐿𝐴𝑇: 𝐴𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑉𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖, 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑎, 𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑢𝑐, 𝐾𝑎𝑒𝑦𝑎, 𝐽𝑒𝑎𝑛, 𝐴𝑙𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑜, 𝐺𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢, 𝑀𝑜𝑛𝑎, 𝑍ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖, 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑜, 𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑔, 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑎, 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑎, 𝐼𝑡𝑡𝑜, 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢, 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢ℎ𝑎, 𝑇𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑖, 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑢.) (𝑃𝐿𝐴𝑇 𝑂𝑁𝐿𝑌: 𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑡𝑡, 𝑅𝑎𝑧𝑜𝑟, 𝑋𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑞𝑖𝑢, 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑦𝑢𝑛, 𝑋𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.) (𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑓 12/29)

𝙼𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚊 -𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚢𝚞𝚞- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚔𝚒 𝙺- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙹𝚞𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙺𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚗- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝙸𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚒 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚙- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝚂𝚔𝟾 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝚃𝙱𝙷𝙺- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝚂𝚙𝚢 𝚡 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

𝚂𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎- 𝑈𝑛𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

Songs at Mermaid Lagoon

Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Peter Pan X Reader

Word Count: 1303

Warning: N/A

Summary: Reader loves to slip away from camp, and frequently goes to visit the mermaids down by the lagoon. She sings to them, but doesn’t realise a certain boy was also listening in.

A/N: Inspired by the song Under The Same Sun by Ben Howard. I recommend listening to it while you read because it is SO GOOD.

Sneaking out of camp now felt like instinct from all the times I’d done it. I could easily go unnoticed and disappear into the forest when no one was looking, and reappear just as easily whenever I pleased. It was a talent of mine. Either that or Pan wasn’t very observant.

I had no real reason for sneaking away, I would have been allowed to leave if I’d just asked, but there was no thrill in that. Slipping away without people knowing was entertaining whatever the circumstances; rain or shine, night or day. So, that’s what I did.

On this particular occurrence, it was the evening, after dinner, as the lost boys continued their normal routine of throwing themselves manically around the raging fire while Pan played out the hypnotising melody on his flute. The tune pulled me in too, but I resisted, deciding my trip to the lagoon was much more thrilling.

Standing from my place on a log, I gave a yawn, signalling at Pan that I was heading in for the night. He understood, and gave a light nod, his lips never leaving his flute. I began to turn towards the tent the two of us occupied; however, before my back was completely turned the boy gave me a wink. A smirk appeared from behind his flute as he moved it from in front of his face. I shake my head, smirking too, and continuing to mouth the word “later” before turning and walking towards the tent, pushing my way through the opening. 

Once I was cloaked in the dimness of the tent, with only a few flickering candles for light, I wasted no time in using my magic to disappear from the tent; reappearing moments later at the edge of Mermaid Lagoon.

I walk closer to the water, sitting on a rock that’s edge looms over the edge of the crystal-clear water, I cross my legs and let out a high-pitched whistle. Silence is all that answers for a moment, before the far-off splashing of water is heard. I watch the water as it ripples, the outlines of mermaids becoming clearer as they swim closer.

Making their way closer, a few break the surface of the water, calling out to me.

“(Y/N)!“ one cries, excitement evident in her voice.

“You’re back!" calls another; dipping under the water to swim the last distance to reach me.

“Hey girls," I reply, waiting patiently for them all to reach me. Many begin to surface, their perfect skin, luscious hair and perfectly-sculpted face emerging from the watery depths.

I’ve always been friends with the mermaids. The first time I met them was when Pan brought me to meet them, to show of the ferocity of his island and its inhabitants. The complete opposite of what he expected would occur happened, as the beautiful creatures took a shining to me. As of now, I frequently visit them at the secluded lagoon, spending hours on end in their company.

By now, the majority of the mermaids are gathered around me, and one reaches her hand out of the water to place it on my bare leg, pulling slightly as a request for me to dip my legs into the cool water. I oblige, uncrossing my legs and slipping my shoes off, emerging my legs up to the tops of my calves. Their eyes train on me, and we begin our usual chatter.

“Did you miss us?" a mermaid with long brown hair that pools on the surface of the water, asks.

“Every second I was gone,” I reply, grinning and looking into her vibrant green eyes. She seems pleased with the answer, letting out a small giggle and blushing lightly.

“How have you been, (Y/N)?" another questions, moving her arms gently through the water.

“Spectacular, how have you all been?” I enquire, leaning towards them slightly.

A chorus of sweet voices reply, each giving different joyous answers of how their last few days have been. The conversation continues, questions going back and forth between us all as the minutes tick by.

Later, another mermaid perks up above the rest. Her voice raises to be heard over the others.

“Will you sing to us again, (Y/N)? We do so love your voice."

The others all give words of approval, and I can’t seem to say no to them.

“Of course," I beam, “what do you want me to sing?”

“Anything!”

“You pick!”

“Okay, okay, let me think," I pretend to ponder the question for a moment even though I know exactly the song, floating through my head.

“I have one!" I say triumphantly, and they all draw closer in anticipation.

I clear my throat, reposition myself where I sit, before taking a deep breath and beginning.

”I lie in you charms, though it harms the best of me..."

I try to think about the artist who wrote the song. His name swimming in the back of my mind. I grasp for it and repeat it in my head when I have it.

Ben Howard. That was it. Before I came to Neverland, his songs were always my safe place.

I continue the song, slipping into the warmness the lyrics supply me. Hearing his voice in my head gives a certain reassurance that everything will be okay. It always had. I continue to the chorus, feeling the words roll of my tongue with ease.

”Will you be there when the day’s done, will you be there, under the same, under the same sun…”

I continue to lose myself in the lyrics, looking from the mermaids off to the horizon, drifting away from it all. I hear the guitar strum in my head as the beat picks up, I hum along before the lyrics kick back in.

”Lalalala lovely as you are…”

My heart beats in time, the blood in my veins carries the rhythm through my being.

”Lalalala lovely as you are, my dear…”

The song begins to slow within my mind, and my voice carries with it, lowering in volume as the song comes to an end.

”Lalalala lovely as you are.”

Everything goes silent. I’m pulled back to where I was sat at the beginning of the song, and I realise I haven’t gone anywhere, though I felt so far away. I look to the mermaids, and see they’re all silent with awe.

“You’re a truly beautiful singer, my love.” Peter’s voice shocks me as it pierces the silence and I turn to see him leaning against a tree. He smirks, as per usual, but it’s not menacing like it so often can be.

“Thanks,” I say breathlessly, the effects of the song still cradling me in its grasp.

He comes to sit by me, and the mermaids say their goodbyes, passing compliments my way before diving below the water. I bid them all goodbye and watch their figures swim away below the surface. Soon it’s just me and Peter.

“You realised I sneaked off,” I state.

“You think I didn’t? You’re good at giving us all the slip, but I always realise you’re gone before you get back,” he replies, looking at me.

“Oh, I thought I was a bit stealthier.”

“You are, I don’t know you’re gone until I come looking for you,” he places a kiss to my forehead, “you do have a slight advantage though with that magic of yours.”

“True,” I smile.

“C’mon, it’s getting cold, and I believe you promised me something earlier,” he smirks, I turn to face him.

“It is, in fact, later,” I smirk back, leaning in to peck him on the lips.

Pan takes that as go, and deepens the kiss, pulling me into him as we disappear from the lagoon, reappearing on our bed.

“You should sing more often,” he tells me between kisses.

Not Dead Yet (Part 61)

*me: why has my activity been so dead?

story: you never finished uploading that new chapter

me: what? oh shit!

story: fucking dumbass*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language

Walking along the beach Felix saw the portal open up in the sand and watched as Pan emerged. He didn’t look any better than when he had left days earlier but he was more in control. He looked over at Felix almost as if he knew he would be there when he came through the portal.

“Did you find her?” Felix heard himself asking.

“Yes.”

“Then where is she?”

“Where she wants to be.” Pan walked into the jungle.

Felix let him go.

~~~

“Y/N!” Phillip ran up to me when he saw me walk back into the inn. “You’re okay! Thank goodness. I was so worried about leaving you alone with that guy and...why are you crying?”

I wiped at my eyes. “Ignore me. It’s been a rough night.”

“I’ll say. What’s wrong? Did he hurt you?”

I shook my head. “He wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Who was that? How did he know magic? What happened?”

“Phillip, I really don’t want to talk about this. Not tonight.”

“Okay. But if you need anything, anything at all, let me know.”

“Thank you,” I tried to smile but I didn’t have the energy for even that. I went upstairs back to my room. My door was open and the chair was upside down on the ground. Luckily the door and lock were fine and closed without issue.

I set Candace down on the desk and kicked off my boots. The bean was still clutched tightly in my fist. I set it down on my bedside table and slipped under the blankets of my bed. The events of the night caught up to me and fell asleep within minutes.

~~~

Baelfire had escape the island while Peter was gone. He wasn’t surprised. At this point he didn’t even care. Y/N was gone and she wasn’t going to come back. None of this would have happened if Baelfire hadn’t come to the island. He was glad to be rid of him.

Back at the camp in the cold light of the new morning Y/N’s tent lay bare save a few items. Her cot, blankets, a lantern, and the little nest out front. Peter knew he should tear down the tent but couldn’t bring himself to. The others would with time. He couldn’t be the one to do it though.

He thought back to his last conversation with Y/N. Seeing her looking like a vision in that white nightgown and her request for him to stay the night with her. Every fiber of his being wanted to but he couldn’t give in. It would just be another bittersweet memory and would have made walking away from her that much harder.

“So…” Peter looked over his shoulder to see Devin standing behind him staring at the unused tent, “She’s really not coming back?”

“Doesn’t seem that way.” Peter sighed. He had given her the bean and though it was slim he wanted to believe she would use it to come back. A sliver of hope to hang onto.

“Is she happy?” Devin asked.

“She had better be.”

Right as the words left his mouth Peter felt it. Someone had entered Neverland.

~~~

In the morning there was a knock on my door. I hadn’t gotten much sleep and groaned as I stood up to answer it. Phillip was on the other side looking rather sheepish.

“Morning,” he looked me over, “Not sleep well?”

“Barely at all.” I yawned. I slipped on my dressing robe overtop of my nightgown. “Come on in.”

“How are you?” Phillip sat down in the desk chair. “Last night…”

“You probably want some answers, huh?” Candace had woken up too and joined me on the bed resting her head on my thigh.

“I would like some. First off, who was that guy that came looking for you?”

“His name is Peter Pan. We’re--we were best friends and even more than that sometimes.”

“More?”

“Lovers, Phillip, we were also lovers.”

“Oh,” he started to turn pink before my eyes. “I didn’t know that you had ever--”

“There’s no need to discuss it.” I assured him, “We’ve been together for longer than I can remember and recently things started going sour. I left, he followed, things were said and now he’s gone.”

“Will he come back?”

“No. He promised he wouldn’t.”

“Well that has to be a relief. He won’t try to kidnap you again.”

“Yeah…”

I glanced at the bean on my bedside table. It glittered beautifully and tempting in the morning light.

“Y/N?” Phillip followed my gaze, “What is that?”

I wish you every happiness.

I picked it up inspecting it closer. “Happiness.”

~~~

Peter raced to where he had felt the new presence on the island. Later he may have thought to simply teleport there with his magic but in that moment he didn’t care. Someone had entered Neverland. A familiar presence.

He came to a dead halt in the middle of the jungle path when he saw the new figure racing towards him. Hair streaming behind her head and nightgown already stained with the wreck of the jungle. She saw him and stopped as well, eyes as wide as a deer’s.

“Peter,”

“Wendy,”

She had a kitchen knife in her hand and a manic look in her eye. “I don’t want any trouble. I just want to bring Bae home.”

“Baelfire is gone, Wendy bird.”

“What?”

“Escaped the island a couple days ago in fact.”

“But--” her grip on the knife grew tighter, “Why didn’t he come back?”

“Who can say.” Peter shrugged. “At least we got something in return for his escape.”

“If you think I am staying--”

“It’s not a question,” Peter flicked his wrist and the knife shot out of her hand, “I have to wonder, how did you get here? I doubt you had a magic bean lying around.”

“The shadow, I called for it last night. It brought me here.”

“I see,” Peter grabbed her arm, “All for not though, I’m afraid.”

“Let go of me!” she tried to pry his hand off, “You can’t keep me here.”

“Oh yes I can.” Peter felt a wave of possessiveness. “No one leaves without my permission. Never again.”

“Where is Y/N? I want to speak with her.”

He squeezed her arm tighter at the mention of Y/N. “Gone.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she left. She left and she isn’t coming back.”

“You--you--”

“I did nothing. She left of her own accord. Decided to grow up and live out her days making candles in a frostbitten village.”

Wendy was shaking now. Out of fear or anger Peter couldn’t tell. “You ignoramus!” she shouted at him, “How could you let her leave like that?!”

“Why is everyone yelling at me about this?!” he groaned aloud, “It’s not like it was my decision! She left, she doesn’t want to come back, end of story. I can’t force her to stay!”

“But you can force me and everyone else on this island?”

“Yes.” he threw her to the ground, “You have a lot of daring for someone who will be calling a wicker cage home from now on. What happened to the meek little lady who froliced about the jungle before?”

“She knows what this place truly is. Who you people really are. Now that one of the only decent people on this island is gone I’m not looking to be nice.”

“My Lost Girl really rubbed off on you,” Peter smirked at her. “Maybe you can still be useful.”

Wendy pushed herself back to her feet and followed Peter back down the path. “What did you do to drive her off?”

“Excuse you?”

“Y/N, I assume you did something to scare her off for good. What was it?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Sure it does, I want to know how foolish you truly are.”

“You have no right to be saying anything to me about foolishness. At least I remembered to put on shoes before traversing a jungle.”

“Not wearing shoes and chasing off the girl who loves you hardly seems like interchangeable situations.”

“The girl who--what?” he turned to her now not sure what to feel about the information.

If you and Peter are friends and lovers then does that mean you love him?

“Peter Pan, you are truly a foolish boy.” Wendy shook her head almost in pity. “How could you never see it?”

“Did she tell you that?” he grabbed her by the shoulders, “Did she say that exactly?”

“Depends. What would you do if she did?”

~~~

A loud ruckus from downstairs drew Phillip and I’s attention away from the bean. “What do you think is going on?” I asked.

“I might have an idea,” he sighed and left the room.

Okay, that was strange. I got up and got dressed opting for some pants instead of a dress today and strapped my dagger to my belt. I followed Phillip downstairs to get some food and see what had everyone freaking out about earlier.

Everyone in the inn was unnaturally still and a hooded figure was stood in the middle. There was a dark sense of magic surrounding them. Looking around the main floor a few chairs had been overturned in a rush to stand. Phillip was at the bottom of the stairs gripping the railing like his life depended on it.

Whoever this hooded stranger was definitely had everyone on edge. After being skewered by pirates, having the shit beat out of me by Lost Boys, almost being killed by Peter and throwing down with the Black Fairy this latest boogeyman wasn’t as terrifying as they wanted to be.

“You do know pretending to be a statue doesn’t make you invisible?” I went to stand next to Phillip. “Who is this guy? Landlord? Town bully?”

The hooded stranger turned around with a mad smile and sickly eyes, “Your worst nightmare, dearie,”

“Good gods, it’s a giant iguana,”

“Y/N!” Phillip looked like he was going to pee his pants with fright.

“What? He does! That is the strangest rash I have ever seen and I lived on an island that had ferns that would turn your skin to boils the size of plums.”

“You certainly are a brave one aren’t you?” Sir Iguana Skin stepped closer, “That or just very stupid.”

“Depends on who you ask.” I shrugged. “Who are you? I haven’t been here long but I’m sure I’d recognize something like you.”

“Where are my manners?” he gave an exaggerated bow, “Rumplestiltskin.”

“Oh fuck me,” I muttered.

“So, you’ve heard of me,”

“Yeah…” This is bad. This is so fucking bad!

“Then I suppose an apology is in order.”

This was the Dark One. One of the first Lost Boys. The man that had once been like a little brother to Peter. Baelfire’s father. The original owner of the dagger strapped to my hip. I never thought I would ever meet this monstrosity of guilt and evil.

I took a deep breath trying not to show nervous I was. “I am truly sorry for mocking you.”

“Uh-uh,” he waved a finger in my face, “Pretty words are only half the price.”

“I make candles, I don’t have a lot of money.”

“Nor do I need it, spinning straw into gold and all that. I need something a little more personal.”

Sentimental worth. Peter liked the same sort of payment.. “Fine,” I took off the leather cuff on my wrist. The one Peter gave me after I saved him from the Black Fairy’s realm. “Will this do?”

“Let me see,” he took the cuff, “well worn, traces of magic and what is this?” he pointed to the amber stone laid in it.

“A pretty rock?”

“Oh no, this,” his face grew serious, “is Neverland amber. How did you get it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re a pretty good liar, I can see that, but not good enough to fool me, dearie.” he inched closer hand outstretched threateningly, “Now the truth.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“Liar,” a sharp pain ripped through my head.

I dropped to my knees clutching my head. Oh gods...is this death? No. Death would be better. The pain ceased and I was hauled back to my feet. My eyes felt like they were going to roll right out of my skull.

“That looked like it hurt.” his sharp fingernails scratched my skin, “The amber, how did you get it?”

“Present from an old friend,”

“What friend?” When I didn’t answer he grabbed my throat. “Tell me!”

“Peter!”

“Phillip!” I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t shut up.

“Some boy named Peter Pan. They were lovers.”

“Phillip, you cowardly bastard!”

“Peter Pan,” the Dark One snarled, his grip on my throat tightening, “You’re from Neverland.”

“Was,” I gasped, “Not anymore.”

“Couldn’t stand him either huh?”

“Hated him.”

He grinned and whispered, “Liar.”

“Killing me will bring you nothing.”

“True, but torturing you for information about your little ex-lover would be a nice treat.”

“No need. He’s an ass and doesn’t leave Neverland anymore. Not much else to say.”

“You seem to not understand this little quirk of mine. I know when you lie. So when you keep lying in an effort to protect that vile worm you make me angry. Understand?”

I can’t let him know about Peter. He’ll hurt him. I can’t let that happen.

“I’ve been told I’m very stubborn. Torture away, it will lead to nothing.”

“We’ll see about that.” he waved a hand and a column of smoke engulfed us taking me far away from the inn.

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