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PANxHOOKxREADER

A/N: this isn’t a request, but I had the idea so I wanted to write it.
Summary: Captain Hook raised Peter as his own until they came across neverland. Peter fell in love this the island, hence wanting to stay there. Hook was devastated. Years later they reunite and Peter notices Hook has a new protégée (reader) and becomes jealous.

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There he stood. Peter Pan.

He was on a rock on the beaches of Neverland, looking out onto the sea.

He knew what was coming, he could feel it.

Only minutes later he saw the faded ship in the distance, immediately knowing who it belonged too.

Peter waited there for the ship to dock, but quickly made himself unseen, he wanted to make an appearance.

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“Hello Killian.” He said, appearing behind the pirate, causing him to twitch slightly.

“I thought I might see ya here lad.” He turned to face Peter.

“Well this is my island.” He smirked, raising his hands.

Hook was silent, uneasy with Peter being there.

“Why are you here Killian?” He gritted.

“I- I wanted to see you. See how you are doing.” Hook replied.

“You’re absolutely hilarious. What do you really want?” Peter laughed.

“You know what mate… Fine. I want you to come back. Be a pirate again. Live on the ship with me, move on with your life!” He retorted.

“Killian, I can’t do that. Here I will never die. I will never grow old. In Neverland I have magic! I have youth! I have power!” He yelled, face turning red.

“Peter-”

Hook was interrupted by footsteps from below deck. Suddenly you approached from under the ship.

“Captain it’s quite loud, is something wrong?” You asked, facing the two.

Peter’s eyes were immediately locked to yours. His jaw open, his eyebrow raised.

After a moment he snapped out of his gaze.

“Who is this?” Peter asked.

“Another one of your charity cases.” He added. Peter felt replaced by a girl of the same age as he.

“This is y/n.” Hook said loudly.

“Her father was part of my crew, he unfortunately passed away awhile back. Her mom out the picture. I took her in. She’s lovely.” He added, defending you.

Your face trembled as Peter walked closer to you.

He reached out to touch you.

“Stop!” Killian yelled, him and the rest of his crew pointing swords out you.

Peter responded by raising a hand, making them all freeze in their place.

You looked around, confused. Growing afraid.

“Why did you do that?” You whispered, not making eye contact with Peter.

He grabbed your face in his hands, gently lifting your gaze to meet his.

“You’re absolutely extraordinary y/n.” He said softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Um.. Thank you?” You said, frozen in your place.

“How would you like to come with me? Stay young forever and live here. I can give you whatever you want.” He told you, making your eyes grow wide.

“Oh- uh I don’t know…” You stuttered, unsure of his offer.

“That’s okay. Just let me show you the island. Let me show you my world.” He smiled, now grabbing your hand.

“And then I can come back to the ship after?” You asked.

“If that’s what you want, yes.” He grinned again.

“Okay. Then you have three hours.” You laughed lightly, you both soon disappearing out of thin air.

The crew became unfrozen, realizing what had happened. Leaving a very angry Captain Hook out for revenge.

-

“Wow Peter that was amazing!” You told him as you landed.
He had took you flying above the island, his fingers intertwined with yours.

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never felt like that before.” You smiled at the lost boy.

You could tell he was damaged in some way, but you liked it. He was different. You were different with him.

You weren’t just some pirate stuck on a boat with no parents to look up too. Sure, Hook had been there for you, but it didn’t feel the same.

“It really is incredible. Flying is quite relaxing.” He replied, letting go of your hand to stroke your hair behind your ear.

The sweet silence was quickly ruined by Hook’s voice echoing through the trees.

“Y/N, we are leaving!” He yelled, grabbing your hand and attempted to pull you away.

“Hook wait..” You whispered.

“What is it las?” He said, letting go.

“I want to- I want to stay here.” You said, looking at your feet. You felt bad.

“Why would you want to stay here with that bloody demon. He’s horrid. Not good for you!” Hook replied.

“Look… He makes me- this island makes me feel happy again. I feel at peace.” You told him, looking up at Peter now.

His eyes were empathetic and soft, gazing right into yours.

“I’m sorry captain. Thank you for everything.” You said.

Hook was silent for a moment before prying his eyes at Peter.

“This is your fault!” He yelled, pointing at the boy.

“How on earth Killian.?” Peter said.

“You left me! You left me for the damn bloody island. You were all I had Peter. You were like a son to me. You made me happy. Then I lost you! You didn’t want me in your life anymore. And now Y/N is leaving too! Why the hell does everyone always leave!” He whimpered at the end.

Seeing a middle aged grown man cry was nothing but sadness and guilt.

You just felt bad.

“Killian… I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt that way.” Peter whispered, looking down but grabbing your hand as if he needed support.

“I don’t want to take her from you, but this is a place for children who are lost. Children who feel abandoned or alone.. They come here. I just want to help her.” He added.

No more words were exchanged. Captain Hook was gone, deep into the abis of the jungle.

He left barring his own sorrow, desperate for love.

And so together, you and Peter secretly helped him find it…

A/N: that was open ended but oh well.

“Peter pan was powerful…” “-he still is, bitch.”

PAN X READER

Request: How about a NEW Peter Pan imagine where the reader is Hades daughter and she’s evil like him but goes behind his back and works with Pan to try to find a way out of the Underworld and there’s some Fluff thats kind of evil and smut in the shop please.

A/N: first of all I’m obsessed with this request oh my god. This will be long. Second I’m not going to make the reader “evil” because if their dad is Hades, I want her (or him) to be opposite of that, but they will still be malicious and kind of dark, just not full on evil. :)

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“Dad can I please leave this fortress, I’m terrifyingly bored.” You yelled at your father who kept you captive for most of your time being.

“Y/N, people can hurt you. You know how many of them don’t like me. They will use you as leverage.” He defended.

“No they won’t dad. I’m friends with everyone up there! We talk about how much we hate you together.” You talked back.

By up there, you meant the under world, which your father ruled. It was all a difficult dimension to comprehend, but you were born in the underworld. Which was confusing to you, because this is for people who had died, but the world wasn’t quite finished with them. You however, had never died.

“Fine, Y/N. Go. Talk crap about me with your dead friends. See if I care.” He rolled his eyes, while crossing his arms at you.

“Okay bye.” You smiled and skipped off, ecstatic that you would leave his castle of hell.

-

Every once in awhile your father would let you out, and if he didn’t you would sneak out. Having Hades as your father was nothing but miserable and you wanted to have freedom, but he ensured your misery.

He acted like he cared about you, but you knew deep down he didn’t.

You made your way to up above your father’s cave.

The dark town above was broken, and smelt bad, but it was better than being isolated.

You made your way to the only place you truly enjoyed, the Pawn shop.

It was owned by your best friend, Peter Pan.

You had become friendly over the last year he was there, he was the only one there who was physically close to your age.

You had learned about his past and all of his dark ways, which both scared and intrigued you at the same time.

Every Time you would sneak out you would go straight to him, enjoying the company of him.

-

“Hey Peter.” You yelled, entering the shop.

“Wow. The devil let you out for once.” He laughed, walking in from the back.

“Kind of.” You giggled, embracing him in a hug.

“Drink?” He asked.

“Sure.” You smiled, as he poured you some red wine.

“I have great news y/n.” He retorted as he handed you a glass.

“Really? Down here? What is it?” You laughed again.

“Yes. We can leave here. We can go to the real world.” He told you.

At first you were hesitant and didn’t believe him.

“Wait what? How? Don’t joke with me! ” you defended.

“There is people here. People I used to know, from a place called storybrooke in the real world.”

“Pan… We can’t go. That means they would have to stay here. Living souls must be replaced with ours.” You reminded him.

“That’s where you’re wrong…” He smirked and cocked one of his usual eye brows.

“What?” You said.

“You are a living soul. You were never dead! You’re breathing, walking, living and alive.” He said.

“Oh. I guess you’re right. But- but what about you?” You asked, now growing worried again.

“Don’t worry love. I will trade places with my son. He deserves it anyways.” He said nonchalantly.

“Your son? He’s here!” You added, wide eyed and surprised at his calmness.

“Yes. Perfect timing.” He grinned.

“Peter- I- I can’t believe this.” You smiled, looking up at him with bright eyes.

“Then we can finally be together.” He said, wrapping you in another tight hug.

Your cheeks turned bright red at his comment, and your heart began to race quickly.

Never had you met a boy that you had grown so attached to so rapidly, and the feeling was amazing and unrealistic, but you craved it.

“Y/N, I’m glad I get to do this with you. I’m so glad I get to start over with you.” He said, his hands still around your waist and foreheads pressed together.

“Me too Peter. Me too.” You couldn’t help but smile unconditionally.

His bright green eyes starred deep into yours, his lips soon meeting with yours.

Your tongues quickly met as it became more passionate.

You felt Peter lift you off of the ground, grabbing your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him.

He set you on the glass display counter, and knocked over a glass of wine in the process.

Your laughter filled the air as he began to kiss your neck slowly, sucking and claiming you.

“Ah..- Peter.” You moaned quietly.

Pan slid off his suit jacket, throwing it aside and swiftly began to unbutton your shirt.

Your shirt was soon off and Peter had made contact with your breasts, holding them in his hands while kissing your left one.

He then unclipped your bra with one hand, throwing it with his jacket and continued to pleasure you, sucking on your nipple lightly while massaging the other.

“Holy crap-” you spoke, unable to comprehend the situation since all of your nerves were twisted.

Peter met with your lips once again, and continued to pick you up, yet again, and then placed you on the small coach in the back of the shop.

You felt your skirt being pulled off and then looked over at Peter to see him now pulling his own pants off, condom in hand.

You grinned at the actions, hungry for more.

Peter crawled back on top of you, grinding his bare hips over yours. You couldn’t help but tear your underwear off.

His eyes grew wide at your actions before he kissed you again.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he situated himself on top of you.

He pulled away momentarily and looked up at you.

“Are you sure? Not just about this, but everything. Do you want to leave with me?” He asked, his eyes full of kindness.

“Yes! Yes of course. Peter, I love you.” You smiled at him, then pulled him down to kiss you.

“I love you too Y/N.” He whispered before kissing you again, his tongue quickly sliding into your mouth.

He slowly slid his tip inside you, readjusting, then entered you fully.

You whined lightly at the pain that quickly faded into pleasure.

You moaned lightly and looked up at Peter with gritted teeth.

He exited and then thrusted in once more, twitching inside of you.

His actions continued until he know he had reached the right spot, focusing on that area.

“Peter… Y-you’re amazing.” You silently moaned.

“Ditto.” He smirked lightly, right as you came.

He thrusted in a few more times, soon following your actions before collapsing lightly on top of you.

He quickly slid next to you, as you laughed.

Peter immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“You beautiful girl. I can’t wait to start this new life with you.” He smiled.

“Ditto.” You joked, kissing his cheek.

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A/N : part two?