Title: Kindness and Cruelty 

Summary: Pan had failed to cast a cruel curse, but even still a girl shows him kindness.

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Peter Pan had failed.

Those damned Charmings had actually managed stop his curse and capture him, not only that but his mistake of a son had even managed remove his armband and create one that would work on him.

So here he was, the once powerful ruler of Neverland, now powerless, captured and waiting for the Charmings to decide what to do with him.

He sat in the Sheriff’s station, cursing this entire damn town, having long ago gave up on removing the band.

Then the door opened and in walked a girl in stupid floral sun dress; she was carrying a plastic sack in one of her hands.

She looked around the police station and saw him sitting on the bench in handcuffs.

‘Oh umm, do you know where Emma is?’ 

‘Do I look like I care where your Savior is?’ he spat.

She looked down at his hands that were he was cuffed to metal bench he was sitting on and sighed.

‘You must be Peter Pan, Mr. Charming told me you’d be here.’ she said mostly to herself.

‘Well you’ve seemed to have caught me just as I heading out to run a few errands.’ he snarked as he rattled the metal of cuffs.

‘No need to bite my head off, I didn’t make you try to curse the town and I didn’t put you timeout.’ she scolded as she sat down plastic sack on the desk the Savior sat at earlier.

‘I just came to drop off some teas and snacks, the Charmings have a bad habit of drinking only hot chocolate, coffee and booze.’ she mused as she unloaded the sack’s contents.

As she was doing so she suddenly stopped and looked over at him.

‘Would you like something to eat?’ 

Peter looked at her in mild surprise, this body hadn’t eaten since before he’d left the Neverland Camp to kill Henry; he was starving.

Of course none of his captors had asked if he needed food before they stuck him in this seat and all left to discuss his fate.

‘I don’t want anything from anyone here, I’d rather die.’ he declined.

Pan was surprised when a small chuckle hit his ears.

‘Well that just isn’t true, you gave up your own child for life eternal. People who make those kinds of sacrifices aren’t known for throwing in the towel when their backs are against the wall.’ the girl said as she grabbed what to Peter looked like a small cake wrapped in clear plastic.

‘Eat this while I fix us some hot tea.’ she insisted as she handed it to him and walked over to the other side of the sheriff station.

He watched her as he unconsciously opened the cake he’d been handed, even while eating the overly sweet treat he kept his eyes on her. She moved about the small table for a few more minutes before she turned  around with two steaming mugs.

‘Here you go, I didn’t think you’d want too much sugar, I’m not sure if your stomach is used to so much sweets.’ she said while sitting down the cup on the bench beside him.

‘Who are you?’ he asked.

‘I’m nobody worth manipulating if that’s what you’re asking, no magic or importance. I’m just a babysitter really.’

‘Babysitter?’ Pan repeated.

‘I’ve been babysitting Henry for a few years, whenever his Moms were working during the summer I took care of him. I come by here whenever I have free time to bring snacks or just to chat.’ she answered.

‘You chose to watch over a child that wasn’t yours? Foolish.’ he scoffed as he took the tea and sipped at it.

‘I like taking care of others, they don’t have to be children. And scoffing at that is a very rude thing to say to me when I have been nothing but respectful to you Peter.’ she scolded as she sat aside her mug and stood.

‘I was extending kindness, and all I expected was decency; if you can not meet those low expectations I will be leaving.’ she continued as she went back over to a desk and appeared to write and leave a note.

‘Enjoy your tea, Peter.’ she said before leaving. 

Peter sat there, not that he had any other options, thinking about the girl, he didn’t know her name but she had in fact shown him kindness.

Another hour passed before the Savior and The Evil Queen arrived along side the larva he had as a son.

‘You had a visitor, she left a note.’ he said, looking away from them.

‘What did you say to her?’ Emma asked dis-trustingly as she moved to her desk where the snacks were placed.

‘Nothing polite by the way she stormed off.’ he sassed.

‘Listen you demonic toddler, if you have messed with her there will be hell to pay. the Evil Queen threatened.

Emma picked up the note and held it up as she read it out loud for everyone.

‘I came to bring some things over but you weren’t in, please give Peter my apologies. I got offended and I lost my temper, it was an overreaction please do let my interaction with him sway your judgement. With love (Y/N).’

(Y/N)...so that is her name.

‘There is more written on the back of the paper Ms. Swan.’ Rumple informed.

Quickly Emma turned the sheet over and kept reading.

‘PS: he is very hungry, but I don’t think he like sweets very much but I’m sure he will eat whatever you feed him.’

Hi! I totally intend to update and complete this series I just hit one massive writer's block while writing but I will put more effort into finishing the last chapter for you and anyone else who has been waiting for it.

Title: Roommates

Summary: Peter and (Y/N) have a very important chat

Pairing: Not Telling

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You were in the kitchen just sitting at the table trying to mentally prepare yourself for what could be weeks if not months trapped in the house with a magical psycho.

When you heard the door open you flinched and subconsciously moved your hands to cover the bruises Peter had left behind, unaware of the fact that you were hugging yourself.

The sound of Peter’s footsteps felt so loud it was almost nightmarish in your mind, you almost expected him to be three feet taller when he finally made it to the kitchen.

Of course he wasn’t, he was still the same size he was when he left, same size he was when he hurt you. The only thing about him that was different was now he carried a large amount of grocery bags, a sight that was odd considering he never helped carry them when you took him and Felix out when you shopped.

‘I have your food, there is even a receipt if you don’t believe me.’ he said casually.

Your eyebrows raised at his tone.

He was speaking as if the two of you had always been on good terms, as if he hadn’t bruised you less than an hour ago.

He sat down the bags on the table in front of you and dug through one of them, he pulled out a tube of ointment and gave it to you.

Cautiously you accepted it, watching him like he was a snake.

‘It says you have to apply it a few times a day if you want the bruises to heal within a week.’ Peter said as he sat across from you.

‘I didn’t mean to, it doesn’t matter if you believe that because I doubt you do, but it is the truth. I understand why you think what you think of me, what else could you think given how I’ve behaved.’ he said.

Your mind was screaming that this was all an act, he was trying to Stockholm you, but you figured it would be safer to at least go along with it.

Fake it til you make it.

‘Why do this? Your magic is back and all your Lost Boys are still out there, why take me and trap me in the middle of nowhere?’ you asked.

‘Even my black heart still wants to be loved it seems.’ Peter said before he stood back up and began to go through the bags.

‘For whatever reason it wants to be loved by you, I want you to care about me and love me. Do you understand how terrifying that is for a person like me.’

‘Like you?’

‘Yes a person like me, I have never needed the love of anyone. Not my son, or Felix, not any Lost Boys...so why are you the person I care about?’ he looked away from the carrots and directly at you.

‘You’re just the daughter of a witch doctor with a minuscule magical knowledge; you have no extraordinary talents. Still, you bested me and I hated you for that, then you spared me and that was foolish.’

He turned away from the groceries and stared at you openly in wonderment.

‘You knew I was dangerous and clever, it would have been smarter to let the Heroes kill me, but you talked them out of it. Why would you do that after seeing the cleverness of me?’

Title: Unwilling Bride

Summary: Every thing is in shambles after the death of Rufio, can Pan come up with plan to fix his largest mess?

Pairing: Peter x Reader

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A/N: OK this will be the second to last chapter of this series so and I will have that last chapter up in no later than two weeks.

Time in Neverland was always irrelevant when you were with the guys at camp but it was even less noticeable now.

Now that you were alone.

You had left and hadn’t looked back once, you never would. If you looked back your stone heart would break all over again.

All you would be able to think about would be Rufio; how he had died fighting for Pan, and how in return he would receive no justice.

Still it angered you to no end that Pan was so self centered that he would let one of his own die in order to see his own plans succeed. It made you see him completely differently than you had before.

Before he was ambitious and driven now he was practically a dictator in your eyes.

Now, after an unknown amount of time you had found your own home, a clearing in the Forgotten Forest. It was far from the campgrounds and close to the mermaid lagoon, but you never needed to go there.

You had conjured up a small little cabin for yourself, on the outside it was identical to the one from your favorite Goldilocks and the Three Bears children's book when you were younger.

Inside it was much more modern, a den, a kitchen, a small bedroom, a bathroom of course, a gym and a separate room for crafting.

Now that you would no longer be training you had a lot more time to yourself for...anything that came to mind.

You could make jewelry, or lift weights, maybe try a few new magic tricks.

Most of your magic went into keeping the cabin functional; electricity, running water and heating. Of course there were smaller things like conjuring up groceries; something you couldn’t do too often at the camp. The whole point of hunting was for everyone to pull their weight and keep their reflexes sharp, that was no longer necessary.

Usually you would watch old TV shows you had remembered having on DVD on the Flatscreen you made for yourself or read books.

You never watched the Sword in the Stone, but you kept the disk.

Whenever you picked it up you would think about how things could have been if they were different. If you hadn’t suggested such a large attack, or if you pulled Rufio back when you saw him approach.

Miles away, back at camp Pan was almost always thinking the same thing.

He knew that everything in Neverland had changed the second he let Hook and his Pirates go; everything.

The Lost Boys looked at him differently, even Felix.

Magic was becoming even weaker than before, when he used magic to travel it was never more than a mile and the smoke didn’t even come up anymore.

Even worse was now that the pirates would no longer be bringing food the boys needed to hunt for a primary portion of their food; and the island was just enough to keep them fed.

The island was dying, most of the plants had gone barren and the wild life was barely surviving enough to be hunted.

Pan sighed and looked down at the roots of his thinking tree. He had been here almost daily since that tragic battle.

Of course though, all that was nothing compared to not having her here.

(Y/N).

Peter had never felt bad about anything he’d done in his life.

Not abandoning his son for eternal youth, or killing the original inhabitants of this island. He knew he had done awful things in order to reach his own goals, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

He loved her, the pure love he shouldn’t be able to feel after the things he’d done.

With all his heart regretted not avenging Rufio, of course she probably would still be angry and upset, but at least she’d have been here.

Where he could see her and apologize, or the boys could offer her comfort.

If he had the power to he would be able to locate her through the island, but he was weakening more and more by the day and even when he had the magic she was too pure for his dark magic to search out.

Looking for her now would only leave him exhausted and wouldn’t give him any other results, plus what would he say to her now.

Everything was a mess now and it felt like there was nothing he could do to fix any of it.

He had Wendy caged up but that didn’t do much to appease his boys. They wanted her dead, or at least tortured, but he needed to keep her brothers on his hook and that meant he had to keep her safe.

Right now it was all he could do to keep control over his camp, he was ruling more with fear than actual respect.

‘Pan.’

He looked up at Felix who was walking toward him, of course he was still the most loyal Lost Boy but he rarely looked Peter in the eye anymore.

After burying Rufio Felix had all but stopped all friendly contact with him, and deep in his already heart he ached at that loss. The camp felt lonelier than ever before without his friend’s companionship.

‘Yes Felix.’

‘We found a boar big enough to feed the camp and a few birds. It will last us a week if we ration well.’

Pan looked away, mentally going over how the boys would respond to rationing. It would be the final bit of proof they needed to convince them that the island was failing.

Peter Pan was failing.

‘No rations. It will be uncomfortable but they won’t starve. There will be more food Felix, don’t say anything about rations to anyone.’

‘Of course, I always keep your secrets...it feels like you are having more and more as the years go by.’ Felix said before walking away.

Peter sighed and walked away, nothing was working and he needed more time.

Just a bit more, the truest believer was born and already out there somewhere. Those Darlings had missed the chance to grab him when he was first born, so he had to use a second plan and this one would be messier but he didn’t care.

He needed the boy, needed the heart.

Once he had that he could live forever, and maybe forever would be enough time to win (Y/N) back.

He knew he only needed to wait a few more years, and here years passed by like a breeze, but he was cutting it close.

His hourglass was falling too fast for trial and error this time, it had to work or it was over.

The island would go completely barren of both magic and necessity, the Lost Boys would starve to death and he’d probably end up being a pile of dust.

Peter didn’t feel like staying at his thinking tree, too many of the Lost Boys knew where it was and wouldn’t hesitate to come and ask him questions; and as of late questions annoyed him awfully.

It had been centuries since he had just walked around alone like this, he felt the urge to look at his island. Peter felt a lot of urges these days, and so few of them he could actually do anything about.

Even his walk was lackluster, he could really see the island's poor health. Trees were dying and he had seen a few dead birds that the bugs had already claimed for themselves.

Sadly he looked back on the time when he truly had been a child, before he grew up and became a father. The island was so stunning in his dreams, he would wake up in tears knowing he had to go all day being away from it.

Now he couldn’t imagine a lost boy being brought here and wanting to stay for ten minutes yet alone for the rest of eternity. Of course he had put an end to the shadow bringing boys from other worlds after Rufio.

With things how they were he didn’t need anymore boys against him.

Onward he walked, paying no real mind to where he was going, it didn’t matter he knew every inch of this island and could find his way back to camp whenever he felt like returning.

But the island had gone through changes.

There was a cabin.

A cabin he had never seen before, one he hadn’t conjured or ever seen before, and there was only one person other than him on the island that could have done this.

‘(Y/N).’ he breathed.

This is where she had made her home.

He took a quick look at his surroundings, he was nearly a hundred miles or so away from the camp. Almost on the complete opposite side of the island, but still far enough away from the mermaid lagoon.

For a completely unhealthy time he just stood there staring at the cabin, secretly hoping that he would see the outline of the girl he loved.

The girl that hated him now and wanted dead.

Perhaps it was good that he saw no movement from the one window he could see from where he was standing.

Almost instinctively he sat down behind a tree with his back facing the cabin, he closed his eyes and thought of her.

In his imagination he could see her in the window, he can picture her doing a million things like simply walking past. He liked the wilder images he made up more though; the ones where she is sharpening weapons or practicing her summoning magic the way she used to in her spare time.

“I will put you in the fucking ground.”

Those had been some of the last words she had said to him back then, and he didn’t need any magic to know she meant it. That was the thing about good people most of the time, they tend to mean what they say.

He sighed and closed his eyes, thinking back to when he first constructed his plan to find his true love to buy himself more time for all his real game pieces to get to where he needed them. The plan had worked at first, he had performed the spell to find his soulmate and he took her just as he had taken so many boys before.

The shadow followed his instructions to be gentle in taking her from her world so carefully that she had still been asleep when she arrived.

Peter had only an undefined picture of her after the spell was done, but seeing her for the first time was a sight that rivaled his first views of Neverland.

Beautiful she was, and amazing she proved to be.

He had expected his perfect soulmate would be submissive to him; as the Wendy girl had been. Of course he now knows how wrong he was, he loved the brave and brass nature he found in (Y/N).

Even when she hated him and wanted him dead; Peter loved her still.

More than anything he wanted to be able to speak to her again, to apologize.

And it was the one thing he couldn’t do now.

Maybe if he had his full magic and he could withstand her initial attack, but he was too weak now.

Then, as if struck by lightning, he remembered something so important that he shot up from his seat and began running back to the camp.

He didn’t need to look back to verify the location of the cabin; he knew his island better than he knew anything else.

As he ran the plan in his mind started to transform from a vague foggy mental image to an elaborate painting as every plan did.

He found in this plan he didn’t need to waste his already limited magic and, despite how much he wished that wasn’t the case, he was glad of this fact.

Luckily he didn’t have to make it all the way to the camp because the person he needed to see was apparently guarding Wendy’s cage.

The cage he had placed on the outskirts of the camp to keep her far enough away from the boys’ sight and still close enough for himself to keep an eye on her.

‘Felix.’ Peter said while he came to a stop, taking a second to catch his breath as he realized how long it had been since he had actually ran outright like he just had.

‘What do you need Pan?’ Felix replied looking at him with the empty eyes of a mindless soldier as opposed to a willing friend.

‘I found her and I have a job for you; we are going to play one last game with my Lost Girl.’

Title: Unwilling Bride

Summary: At last it is time for the battle between Pirates and Lost Boys.

Pairing: Peter x Reader

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Everything was on track.

The camp was moved, the fences were ready; even better, Tootles found a way to put them all on a single pulley system.

One rope cut and all the fences would drop down in sync, that meant that the archers wouldn’t need to waste arrows trying to trigger them each individually.

Peter made good on his word, he was watching the pirates, constantly. You wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t sleeping at all.

All he seemed to do was sit up in the tallest trees he could find, send his shadow to locate the enemy, and report his findings to Felix who was patrolling the new camp.

‘Any news?’ you asked as Felix approached you.

‘They are less than a day away from the battle ground.’

‘Finally, guess we’d better get our asses in gear, can’t be late for our own party.’ you smiled excitedly.

‘BOYS!!! GET READY, THE GAME IS ABOUT TO START!!!’ Pan yelled as he marched into the camp.

His back was straight and he had a glint in his eye, the smile on his face was shark like and dangerous.

Like the smile you saw the first day you met him, it was as if he was on top of the world.

‘You heard me didn’t you? Get to the battle ground, or you’ll miss all the fun!’ he shouted.

The boys cheered nice and loud, and almost instantly the camp was hectic.

Everyone was running around grabbing their weapons, already laced with dreamshade.

‘You ready squirrel?’ Rufio asked.

‘As ready as I can be, little bird.’ you smiled.

‘I bet I can take down more pirates than you.’ he grinned.

‘Oh, yeah? What’s the wager?’

‘How about...if I win we try to take things further.’ Rufio suggested.

Your breath got caught in your throat, you hadn’t expected that to be on his mind right before you ran into battle.

‘And if I win?’

‘Then...we’ll do whatever you want.’

‘And if I want to take things further...what then?’ you asked, a small smile pulling at your lip.

‘Then I guess it’s a win win for us.’

Well, it looked like you were both on the same page, you both wanted to. There was a battle hours away, and by the time you got back to your room the two of them would be bloody and exhausted.

You couldn’t think of a more perfect way to lose your virginity.

‘A win win.’ you smiled.

‘Yeah?’ Rufio asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

‘Yes, really, I’m still gonna take out more geezers than you.’ you grinned.

‘We’ll see.’

‘Hey! Be cute later, we gotta get moving and fast.’ Felix said, dragging the two of you along with the others.

You quickly shook away your feelings and started getting mentally ready for the battle; you couldn’t afford any distractions. Because this wasn’t training, it was a real battle with an opponent that would kill you if you gave them the chance.

Everything needed to go right, the fences, the arrows, the fight. Most important was the feeling.

This fight needed to feel like a guaranteed win; every Lost Boy needed to believe they would live through this fight and every pirate they let live needed to feel like it was a mistake to challenge The Lost Boys.

Once you all arrived everyone got in position, you saw Rufio taking his place with the clubs, Felix with the clubs.

Pan was standing in the middle of the clearing, watching over everything.

You walked over to him, to go over everything one last time.

‘How long?’

‘They should be here in less than an hour.’ he replied.

‘Their numbers?’

‘Less than fifty.’

‘Good, we got the mass and the skills...but I feel like something is wrong.’ you said to yourself.

‘Whatever it is we have no time to dwell on it, get down.’ Pan said.

You nodded and used your magic to put a door into the hollow tree behind Pan, you stood there and charmed the door to close.

In the dark you made sure you still had enough room for your arms to move the way you needed to work your magic.

With that done you put up a spell on the bark in front of you so you could see the clearing.

It looked like everyone was in place, now it was just a matter of time.

You watched in anticipation as the quiet settled over the camp, all you heard was your own breathing.

At last you could hear a rustle from the trees, and watched as the pirates entered the clearing.

‘I take it you are not here to deliver a box of cakes.’ Pan said smugly.

‘No I’m not.’ the one you knew to be Captain Hook said in false politeness.

‘Then why are you and your friends here? Did you want to play a game?’

‘No games this time Pan.’

‘There’s always a game, and this one is called...Pirates and Hunters. You can be the pirates.’ Pan grinned before he whistled.

The arrow zipped through the air and like magic the fences dropped down and closed in the clearing.

Immediately the clubs and swords jumped out of the trees.

‘Let’s play!’ Pan yelled.

You watched the pirates pull out their swords and listened to their war cry as the much anticipated battle finally began.

All you wanted was to be in the middle of it, but you had to keep your eyes sharp, that was your job; make sure none of your own were killed in the scuffle.

So you watched every pirate and followed every arrow to make sure only pirates were hit by them.

At the left you saw Tootles fighting with one man while another was behind, his sword ready to stab the boy in the back so you shot out your hand and used your magic to yank the pirate all the way back to your tree.

His back hit the bark with a loud crack that came from either his skull or his spine cracking, either way he was certainly not getting up ever again.

Without taking a moment to think of the first man you’ve ever killed you got back to following the battle.

A few arrows were missing targets and planting themselves in trees and in the dirt, whenever you were sure no boys were in immediate danger you would take up the arrows and have them hit any pirates that were near it.

It seemed as if everything was going perfectly, only old fat bodies were on the ground and at least six were dropped by the fences.

You looked to your right and saw Rufio, he was fighting two pirates, moving so swiftly it looked almost graceful. He kicked one down then spun to bring his club down on the other and while he did that you dragged the other and slammed his head on one of the roots of your tree.

All of a sudden you heard a loud crash and the camp went silent.

One of the fences was blown to shreds, you could see a canon where the door once was and saw the last person you ever expected to see on a battlefield.

Wendy.

She was there with her hands tied in a way that kept them over her ears and covering her eyes.

A fat man with a red cap was beside her, with a sword to her throat.

‘Smee, good form.’ Hook said happily.

You looked to Pan and saw he was standing across from the captain, their swords still touching from when they had been battling.

‘Now...how about a new game? I call it Hostage.’

Pan was furious, but if he knew how to do anything it was how to compose himself.

‘That’s cheating.’

‘Pirates aren’t known for following rules. Now how about this we’ll give you your little girl, in exchange you grant us passage off this damned island.’ the pirate smiled.

The fat man in the red hat handed the crying girl to his captain who placed his hook to her throat.

‘If I don’t like the game?’

‘Then I’ll rip this girl’s heart out, in the bloody way. From my understanding she is rather important to you.’

‘It so happens she is.’

‘Take the deal.’ the one handed pirate offered.

‘Deal, there will be a portal just for you in the middle of the sea, but know that I will never open another portal for you again. You will be in the ground feeding the maggots in some boring realm before you ever see the alligator you want.’

‘Oh I will find him, now call off your dogs.’

You looked to Pan, looking for anything, any sign that he had a plan. A sure way to get Wendy away from the pirates and still win this battle.

There was nothing, no knowing smirk or calculating look in his eyes, he just looked furious. Angrier than you have ever seen him before, considering that at one point he had chased you through the woods that said something.

‘Game’s over boys, looks like pirates don’t play fair...bad form.’ he said.

One by one all the boys threw down their weapons and the archers stepped out from their hiding spots, but you stayed put.

You looked over, when you saw something red moving behind the canon that was still smoking behind the fairy tail captain.

Rufio.

He had his club raised high and eyes set on Hook’s head, in an instant you understood his plan, kill the pirate so Pan could get Wendy and we could get back to killing these old geezers.

But unfortunately you weren’t the only one who saw him.

Hook’s namesake was always polished, not for the sake of looks, but to see the reflections of things behind him. It was impossible to not notice such a loudly dressed lad.

Swift as wind he withdrew his hook from Wendy’s neck and before you could even scream in terror he had buried his hook in Rufio’s chest.

‘NO!’ you yelled.

The pirate removed his hook and let Rufio’s body drop to the ground.

You ran through the door of your tree and rushed to your boyfriend’s side, there was so much blood covering his chest you couldn’t see where the wound actually was.

‘No, no it’s OK. I can fix it.’ you said with shaking breath.

You tried to use your magic to heal him, but it wouldn’t work. Your hands were too unsteady and you couldn’t focus on how the body was meant to connect.

‘It’s...ok...Love y-you....’ Rufio choked out before his eyes lost focus and his body went limp.

‘No…’ you sobbed, you placed your forehead to his and tried to force him to be ok, or maybe to make yourself wake up.

Whatever you were trying to do didn’t matter because it didn’t work.

Felix was suddenly by your side, his eyes were wet, but he wasn’t crying.

He placed his hand on your shoulder and kneeled down with you over Rufio.

You didn’t notice it, but the camp had gone silent.

All these centuries of running wild on this island and killing any intruders and this was the first time they had ever lost one of their own.

‘No one else try anything, let me and my men go Pan.’ Hook said, removing the blindfold from Wendy's eyes and hands.

‘Leave the girl, and know that if I ever see you again, on this island or in any realm at all you will be as dead as that brother of yours.’ Pan spat out.

With tears in your eyes you watched the pirates retreat through the woods, a part of you wanted to burn the whole island down but you couldn’t.

Magic required a good amount of control, and you had never felt more unstable in your life.

You couldn’t stop the sobs that were spilling out of you or make your body stop shaking; there was only one thing in your mind.

Rufio was dead.

Your boyfriend had just died in your arms and there was nothing you could do about it no matter how strong your magic was.

Magic can do a lot but not that; dead is dead and it’s forever permanent.

‘(Y/N).’ Peter said solemnly.

‘I couldn’t save him, I saw him making his move and I didn’t stop him.’ you said around the lump in your throat.

‘We all saw him, and we all thought he could do it, it isn’t your fault.’ he said.

All at once it clicked in your head, like the last piece of a puzzle a thought formed in your mind.

Wendy.

‘You!’ you all but growled as you stood up and tackled the only other girl on the island to the ground.

‘You got him killed!’ you screamed in her tear streaked face as you wrapped your hands around her throat.

With all your strength you tried to crush her windpipe; if it was the last thing you did you were going to make her suffer for what she did.

‘(Y/N)!’ Peter yelled as suddenly you were yanked back, partially pulling Wendy with you, but eventually you lost your grip.

With a grunt and a thud that probably sounded worse than it actually felt you hit the ground.

‘I-I’m sorry!’ Wendy coughed, looking as pitiful and as helpless as the insect she was.

‘You will be, I’ll make you sorry!’ you spat as you struggled against the magic weight that was holding your body down.

‘Calm down.’ Peter said, his voice calm and clear as he stood over you.

‘Fuck calm! I want her dead!’

‘So do I.’ Felix said from beside Rufio’s body.

Felix closed his friend's eyes and looked up at his leader.

‘She betrayed us...Rufio is dead because her. She has been prancing through camp being as useless as a leech in dress and none of us said anything to you, but this.’ Felix said, standing up and pointing the body in front of him.

‘We can’t ignore this; and I won’t forgive it.’

More boys spoke in their agreement and soon they were all but spitting at the girl, the sight at one point would have disgusted you, but right now you just want to get up.

‘Quiet!’ Pan yelled, his voice strong and loud.

‘I know...the girl deserves to die, she deserves to die bloody. She is useless and no one likes her, not even me despite what I know you all think; but I still need her. We all do if we want to win the real game.’

The real game.

His master plan, the one he hadn’t even disclosed to you completely, all you knew was the goal, he needed Bae’s child; to get him he needed the Darling boys, and to keep them in line he needed Wendy.

Rufio was dead, his killers were on their way to freedom and all Peter, no not Peter, Pan cared about was his goal.

‘I hate you.’ you said, not even realizing you had said it.

You probably wouldn’t have even noticed your own voice if silence hadn’t become so heavy, as heavy as the weight that was no longer pinning you down.

Slowly you pulled yourself up and you looked at Peter, or Pan or whoever the hell the boy demon really was.

‘Rufio...he fought for you, he killed for you, and because of that stupid daffodil in a dress he died for you. You are so selfish and self concerned that you won’t even avenge him, won’t let me avenge him! He deserves that much!’ you cried.

‘(Y/N) I know right now it feels raw but-’

‘Not just now! I will never forgive this!’ you snapped.

You looked from him to Wendy and had to refrain from attacking her a second time.

‘Hide her, don’t ever let me see her face because if I do I will kill her...the same goes for you Pan.’

‘What are you saying?’ Peter asked, still masking his emotions in that way that not even you could see through it.

‘I’m saying that I hate you Peter Pan and if I ever see you again I will put you in the fucking ground...you and your little daffodil.’ you said.

Your eyes moved to the boys, the ones you had been laughing and training with for what must have been nearly a century now.

‘Only love for you all, if any of you ever find me I won’t be sore to see you; and if you’re following orders to find me I’ll fight you fair. Keep each other safe...since we can see vengeance is only priority in the right circumstance.’

You looked down at Rufio and again your vision was obstructed by tears.

‘Bury him by my tree, Felix.’

‘I will.’ your best friend without any hesitation

With that done you felt like you had said all you could say, so you turned away from all of them,

From Rufio’s body, your ex Peter Pan, the girl who’d gotten your boyfriend killed and all your friends too.

You look out at the woods and spare no time to think of all the dangers that hid behind the trees as you walked away from what was once your home.

What Should I Update

So I apparently ran through my drafts already, so I need to update one of my existing stories. Problem is I have so many unfinished works I don’t know where to start.

If there is any particular story you want me update let me know either by replying to this post, my ask box or message.

Title: Unwilling Bride

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Summary: Pirates are planning an attack and all hands are on board to prepare for battle...maybe even the wrong hands.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30

Now that Bae had “escaped” the island, it was just a waiting game. 

Waiting for him to grow up and meet the product of true love so that they could create the truest believer.

Peter of course kept his eyes on this but there was very little he could do to hurry things along, no matter how much he wished he could have.

You wished that there was something you could do to help him, but there wasn’t anything that you could do either; plus you weren’t sure if he wanted to talk to you at all at this point.

Now that you and Rufio were an item.

It seemed like things around camp were still trying to find a new way to operate; everyone was walking on eggshells either around Pan or you and Rufio. Despite how often you assured the Lost Boys that you no longer harbored any ill feelings for your ex.

Of course you and Peter weren’t exactly friendly enough to spend time together away from camp business but you were at least able to speak with each other directly, which was a huge improvement. 

Business was all it was though, it was like he had decided to keep you at an arm's length, and you understood why.

You couldn’t stand to even see him walking toward Wendy’s hut back when you had first divorced, you couldn’t imagine seeing him with her the way he saw you with Rufio.

Laughing by fires, playfully wrestling during training and sneaking off to your little hide away for more...intense making out.

To his credit Peter never seemed to hold a grudge against Rufio, not that he really could without being obvious. Rufio was a great addition to the Lost Boys; he was an amazing hunter and he had even begun training other boys in acrobatics, showing them how to use the trees of Neverland to their advantage.

Things were tense but they were working, you were happy.

Only one thing seemed to be an issue… Wendy.

She had apparently complained and whined enough about feeling cooped up in that hut that Pan had finally caved and given her one simple task.

Berry and herb collecting.

The most basic chore, and it had been basically marked as pointless since the pirates delivered plenty of food and herbs, but the little twit felt like she was contributing to the camp.

You were sitting down skinning today’s kill when Wendy came and sat next to you, staring at you wordlessly.

‘What do you want?’ you asked in annoyance as you stayed focused on the rabbit you were busy with.

‘I want to be friends with you.’ she said quickly.

‘Why? Because I’m the only girl here, want to braid each other’s hair and talk about all the cute boys here?’  you scoffed.

‘No…’

You looked at her from the corner of your eye.

‘Well, we don’t have to braid hair or talk about boys...but it would be nice to be friends with at least one person here, and I have nothing in common with the boys.’ Wendy confessed.

‘You have nothing in common with me, other than what’s between your legs.’ 

‘That can’t be true, my mother always told me every woman has something in common with another.’

‘Really? Have you ever shot an arrow, or been hit by one?’ you asked.

‘No!’ Wendy gasped in horror.

‘Skinned any squirrels?’

‘No.’

‘Then not a lot in common.’

‘Have you ever...bled through your skirts?’ Wendy tried.

The laugh that shot out of you nearly startled you, you had never thought that she would bring up the thing one the two of you would have in common.

‘Of course I have!’ you laughed.

As you continued to laugh Wendy joined in as well and you thought of how confused all the boys must be to see the two of you laughing together, and that just made you laugh harder.

‘Oh my God! Sit down you daffodil, if you can handle the shit show that is your period then you can handle skinning a few squirrels.’ you invited, handing her a squirrel and a skinning knife.

The girl looked horrified, but she took the two items, holding them like they were poisonous.

‘We are not friends, but I think your life here would be better if you stopped being so soft. That’s why the boys are so annoyed by you, you try to apply your stupid manners to them; manners that mean dog shit in a place like this.’ you explained as you showed her how to cut through the skin and pull it off in one go.

‘I know...it's just hard to forget how I was raised.’ 

‘Where you from Wendy, Oz? Boys from there always seem to be more polite.’ you conversed as you watched her struggle to remove the skin like you showed her.

‘Oz...no I’m from England.’

‘England? As in my world? Do you know anything about America?’ you asked, suddenly interested.

‘America? Yes I believe that’s where the bad people are sent to work.’ she said as she finally completed her task, proudly showing off her feat. 

‘Yikes so you are from WAY back in the day.’ you sighed.

The two of you conversed while you skinned the game, Wendy of course sticking to the smaller animals while you tackled the deer and boar.

Eventually Rufio came up to you and kissed your cheek.

‘Stop it, I'm busy.’ you smiled, making no move to push him off.

‘What if I came to help? Can I stay then?’ he asked, holding up his own knife.

‘Depends, did you sharpen all the weapons, that was your chore for the day.’ 

Your boyfriend made a completely offended face, showing you his knife again.

‘Look at this beauty, have you ever seen a blade so sharp? I think I might cut myself just by looking at it.’ he boasted.

‘It is a lovely piece of work.’ Wendy spoke up politely.

Rufio sent her a look as if he was only now seeing her right there, then he looked over to you in confusion.

‘We’ve found common ground over the fact that both of our vaginas shed.’ you smiled.

‘Great...is this that feminism you told me about?’ he asked as he took hold of a boar and started skinning it.

‘Part of it.’ you answered.

The three of you made basic small talk as you skinned all your animals and once you were finished Tootles came to take them and make jerky.

‘I don’t understand why everyone still hunts, the pirates bring us plenty of food.’ Wendy said.

‘Keeps my boys sharp, I don’t need a camp full of fat lazy hormonal idiots. This island would eat them alive, and Pan has a reputation that is bound to lead someone with bad intentions our way. If my parents did me any favors it was teaching me to always be prepared for a shit show.’ you said.

‘And it’s fun, not like there is anything else to do but beat the hell out of each other and descend into chaos. We need the organization.’ Rufio said as you all looked over at a random brawl that was taking place.

‘This is organized?’ Wendy asked in horror.

‘Completely organized.’ Felix said as he approached your little trio.

‘Oh looky here, where have you been Fruitcake?’ Rufio smiled.

‘With Pan.’ the scarred boy replied.

‘With Pan as in...with Pan.’ you teased, lowering the tone in your voice.

‘As in we have real business to discuss, come on I’ll fill you in on the way.’ he said as he walked past.

‘His bedside manner needs a lot of work.’ you sighed as you bid your boyfriend and Wendy farewell.

Felix led you toward Peter’s Thinking Tree, a place you were not too fond of, considering he had tied you to it when you first met.

‘What’s going on?’ you asked.

‘Pirates, looks like they might be up to something, deliveries are coming later and shorter and they seem to be getting a bit too bold. Pan thinks they might be preparing to attack.’

‘That makes no sense, from how it was explained to me they got a pretty sweet deal with us. Why attack and risk losing it?’

‘They are dumb adults with too much pride.’ Felix said in annoyance.

‘Now that you know what I do, tell me something I don’t know. Like how are things with you and the Rooster.’

‘Things are great, he’s great and he treats me great. Things with him just flow naturally with no rush and no hesitation. I really like him.’ you answered.

‘So it’s boring.’ Felix hummed.

‘No! It is not boring, it's...safe. I like him and he likes me, we get along and he’s sweet and attractive as hell. Nothing is wrong with us, we are a good couple.’ you defended.

‘Safe? Look at where you live...you don’t like safe (Y/N).’ he said.

‘I do like safe, when it comes to relationships. I like knowing that I’m never going to wake up one day and everything between me and Rufio has just...changed. Or worry that the whole time it was all just some scheme.’

‘I can’t speak on whatever Pan’s plans are or were, but I can say he seemed happier with you. I think it was real.’ Felix reasoned.

‘So did I, but then it wasn’t, then he told me it was. It was all such a yo-yo game and I just can’t get back on the string man. Rufio is safe and I like that...I need that.’ you finished.

‘Fine, your business I guess, but my curiosity begs to know...how safe is my friend.’ Felix asked.

‘What do you mean?’ 

‘How far have you two gotten? The bastard won’t tell me anything.’

‘Well Nosy, if you must know; we’ve done…’ you paused.

‘You’ve done what?’ he urged.

‘...pretty much the same as I did with Peter.’ you grinned as your friend rolled his eyes.

‘So still no real sex, I honestly don’t know how you’ve waited this long, Lord knows I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a good chunk of these boys.’ 

‘Even Rufio?’ you gasped.

‘Ew no...it’s practically incest, even I have some morality.’ he laughed.

At last you two arrived at the thinking tree and saw Peter sitting at the roots, twirling the vile of fairy dust he wore on his neck.

About a year ago the Thinking Tree went dry and he couldn’t get anymore so he was saving the last of his supply for an emergency. So that meant no more flying for him and you could all tell that it depressed the hell out of him.

‘Felix filled me in. What’s the plan and what do I need to do?’ you asked as you crouched down in front of him.

‘They’re camping near Mermaid Lagoon, which is risky but smart. If I weren’t so clever I’d never expect anyone to anchor their ship in such a dangerous spot and they could creep on through the woods around the Forgotten Forest and ambush our camp.’ Pan explained as he drew a crude map in the dirt to show the path from the Lagoon to your camp.

‘But you are clever, so what are we going to do when they attack?’ Felix asked as he leaned against the tree.

‘Place the archers in the trees, clubs and swords in the bushes, nice and swift battle.

‘Are you kidding me?’ you scoffed.

‘What is wrong with that plan?’ Pan asked.

‘Nothing, if you want casualties and a boring fight no one is going to think about next week.’ you said.

With a slightly disappointed sigh you wiped away his map and drew your own.

‘Move the camp, leave the clearing empty to make the battlefield, have fences built in to trap the pirates in once they arrive. When that is done clubs and swords drop down from the trees; leave the archers on the ground behind the trees and bushes. Once they are ready to flee we let down the fence and send them off knowing not to attack us ever again.’ you explain as you drew out your plan in the dirt.

‘That’s huge.’ Felix said as he also crouched down to look over your plan.

‘It is...so big no one would even think to expect it… but it might be too big. I expect an attack in a matter of weeks. We don’t have time to build fences and move the camp.’ Pan argued.

‘Then I will magic the camp into a new spot and that will give the boys more time to work on the fences.’

‘I can have our best builders working on it now. And the rest can compact the camp so it's easier for (Y/N) to move.’ Felix added.

Peter looked hesitant but he nodded and sent Felix off.

You were considering leaving too but something in your gut was telling you that Peter was upset about something.

‘What’s wrong?’ 

‘Nothing.’ 

‘Try that with someone else who doesn’t know you, you’ve been frowning since you heard my plan.’

‘Your plan is great...perfect even.’

‘So what is the issue, do you think it’s too risky?’

‘No, I just...I would have liked to have been a part of it more but I can’t do much to help with how weak my magic is becoming. If it weren’t for my shadow, I wouldn’t have even known something was wrong since I can’t patrol the island anymore.’ he said as he stood up.

‘Hey, you are doing plenty and we will get through this, it’s child’s play.’ you assured him.

‘You don’t need to placate me (Y/N), it doesn’t help. I’ll just keep eyes on the pirates for now and I’ll let you know when they are close.’ Peter said as he turned to walk away.

‘Wait.’

Peter turned back and looked at you.

‘The boys miss you at camp, and now more than ever they are going to want to see you. It’s nice to see the person you follow into battle and I don’t think they want to see you full of doubt.’ 

‘I doubt they want to see how useless I am now, do you think they follow me because of my winning personality? It’s my power that they respect and I’m losing it (Y/N), once that’s gone I’m going to lose them.’ he said before walking away.

You wished you could say something to say make him feel better but you know deep down he was right. Every single Lost Boy survived their old lives by being cut throat and while here there was an obvious hierarchy you had to imagine a good amount of them still had ambition. 

Without Pan at the helm the island would descend into pure chaos and mutiny.

You had to shake away those thoughts and focus on what was happening now; pirate attacks.

There was a lot of work to be done and thankfully Felix wasted no time on briefing the boys on what was about to go down and got them in action immediately.

‘Pull as much as you can into your tents, its easier to move full tents than everything item by item! Move it boys, this isn’t a game, pack this shit in, fill the tent’s to the brim!’ you yelled as you entered the camp.

It was full on panic as everyone was running around picking up everything they could pick up and placing it in tents. Whenever one was full you would send it off to another clearing that was closer to your little room but further from the Lagoon.

You found it so odd sometimes, your magic still felt as strong as it had always been, but Peter’s seemed to fade more and more as the days went on. You imagined it had to do with his ties to that Hourglass and the island.

Eventually the sun was setting, another thing that was odd to you, daylight felt like it only lasted five hours. At first you wanted to chop it all up to time being useless here and you simply losing track of it, but one day you took the time to pay attention and you knew it for sure.

Plants were drying, animals were becoming harder to find, days were shortening and Peter’s magic was weakening...it wasn’t hard for you to put it all together.

The island was dying, and Peter was scared.

With it being dark now and the temperature dropping you let them all turn in, letting everyone know it was going to be an early start tomorrow.

You noticed Wendy hadn’t been helping too much with heavy lifting but it looked like she was at least trying. Took her about thirty seven years but she was finally putting in the effort to try and help around camp.

For the next two weeks everyone was focused on the tasks at hand, building fences and preparing for the attack.

Everything was perfect and everyone was excited for what was sure to be an easy win and an epic battle; even Wendy who was certainly not fighting in it, but she would play a very big part in it.

You had sent her off to make sure the tents were being sent to the right clearing, in other words you were getting her out of the way.

What you didn’t plan on  was her being dumb enough to get lost in the Forgotten Forest, the one place even Pan’s shadow couldn’t navigate and you certainly didn’t think the Pirates were also that foolish.

But at last they were, and they did cross paths.

Wendy stood before this large group of filthy men and their weapons and she felt frozen with fear as they looked at her, taking in her stupid cute dress and defenseless self.

‘Well boys looky what we have here, I guess even Pan needs to have his needs met.’ Hook smiled dangerously as he approached the frozen girl.

He raised his hook and threateningly slid it down her face, leaving a trail of reddened skin in his wake.

‘P-please don’t.’ she said as a tear fell from her eyes.

‘Oh sweetheart what do you think of us? We would never hurt such a young...cooperative girl like you.’ he said with a dark look.

Sneak Peek of Unwilling Bride

‘Now that you know what I do, tell me something I don’t know. Like how are things with you and the Rooster.’

‘Things are great, he’s great and he treats me great. Things with him just flow naturally with no rush and no hesitation. I really like him.’ you answered.

‘So it’s boring.’ Felix hummed.

‘No! It is not boring, it's...safe. I like him and he likes me, we get along and he’s sweet and he’s attractive as hell. Nothing is wrong with us, we are a good couple.’ you defended.

‘Safe? Look at where you live...you don’t like safe (Y/N).’ he said.

‘I do like safe, when it comes to relationships. I like knowing that I’m never going to wake up one day and everything between me and Rufio has just...changed. Or worry that the whole time it was all just some scheme.’

‘I can’t speak on whatever Pan’s plans are or were, but I can say he seemed happier with you. I think it was real.’ Felix reasoned.

‘So did I, but then it wasn’t, then he told me it was. It was all such a yo-yo game and I just can’t get back on the string man. Rufio is safe and I like that...I need that.’ you finished.

Title: Roommates

Summary: While (Y/N) plans her next move, Peter is still thinking about his past mistake

Pairing: YOU THOUGHT!!!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen Part Sixteen Part Seventeen Part Eighteen

Peter had been gone for all of five minutes and already you had ran through the entire house, none of the windows opened and going out the front door only led to entering the back door.

There was no way out.

Experimentally she tossed a grape out the front door and ran to the back to see if the grape came back the way she did, but the grape wasn’t again. Then to verify her suspension she threw out an apple and found that it too didn’t re-enter the house.

It seemed that only she couldn’t leave this house.

What good did that do you? Just standing in the doorway you could see only woods, no noise from passing by cars or even foot traffic, it appeared to be the middle of nowhere.

Still she had to try something, anything to try and get out of here.

With a new sense of determination you ran back into the bedroom and rummaged through the night stand and found a pen but no paper. Damn magically conjured house,  there is always something wrong or missing.

You looked everywhere in all the rooms before you finally gave up on paper, maybe you could find something else and throw it out so that someone would hopefully find it and realize something was up.

Whatever you used needed to be something Peter wouldn’t notice was missing, and that you could throw easily.

Suddenly you remember finding out that the closet of the bedroom Peter had transported all of her clothes and shoes.

Luckily she had a pair of white flats that you never wore, so you were surprised that they were not magically left behind. Peter wouldn’t notice them missing and if he did see the shoe outside of the barrier you could just say you threw it at him after he left.

With all the strength you could muster she threw the shoe out of the front door and watched it disappear in the air.

For a moment you stood there in the doorway and watched for a moment for any signs of movement, but nothing happened.

Maybe Peter really had put this house smack in the middle of nowhere so that no one would ever even be near it to see anything you threw out of it.  Full of utter disappointment and downright despair, you closed the door and decided now was as good a time as any to try and find something to put on the bruises forming on your shoulders where Peter had grabbed you.

Just as you were at the top of the stairs you heard a bang on the door.

Were you surprised by how fast you got down those stairs? Yes. were you ashamed of it? Not at all.

You swung that door open so fast and hard that you were almost sure that you’d ripped the damn thing off the hinges.

Your shoe was back right at the foot of the door where you could pick it up.

There was some writing on the bottom of the shoe and immediately your eyes began to water as you read the words.

Past my last day

You would recognize those words anywhere, they were your families words. Those were the words your father put into his wedding vows, the words your mother sewed into your baby blanket before she lost her life giving birth to you.

It meant that you were family, family would love that you past the day they all died, from the great unknown space called the after life.

‘Dad.’ you sobbed.

Your dad was out there, probably right there in front in front of you, but the barrier kept you from seeing him, same way it probably kept him from seeing you.

None of that mattered, you knew he was there, he knew you were here; your dad found you and you knew that he would save you.

Full of hope you ran back up the stairs to the bedroom and put everything back to the way it had been, if your dad had found you then that meant he would have the Charmings, the Evil Queen, and Felix helping to him. 

If all of them were working to save then you had faith that they would, all you had to do was try to survive Peter with as little physical damage as possible.

It was clear that Peter was obsessed with you, it showed in the way he approached you late at night in your room, how he kept pursuing. Luckily it also seemed he was also obsessed with the idea of you wanting him back, he wanted you to willing choose to be with him, maybe you could bank on him not doing anything too harsh so long as you resisted.

You were certainly not going to fall for the Stockholm Syndrome crap.

That aside Peter also practically attacked her this morning when she rejected his breakfast, so i was going to be a thin line you would be treading on from here on out. By no means did you consider yourself a psychologist, but you did take the class last year and you paid attention well enough to know that Peter was not right in the head.

What you didn’t know was that in the middle of the deli aisle Peter was thinking the exact same thing.

Obviously he couldn’t just walk in there as he was, the boy the entire town now knew was Rumple’s father, the previous leader of the Lost Boys and the Witch Doctor’s new prisoner. With his powers returned he was able to disguise himself as a middle aged man he had seen in the park once.

As he gathered things in his basket he thought over what he had done.

He did not mean to do that.

In all honesty he didn’t even realize how hard he was grabbing her until he had heard her whimpering and seen such genuine fear in her eyes.

Fear of him.

Peter had seen fear in every form there was and he did love it, the feeling that he had that kind of power over someone. 

He didn’t want (Y/N) to be afraid of him.

More than anything he wanted her to look at him with soft eyes and a big smile, he wanted to hear her say that she was happy that he was around. If only because she had never said those words, at least not to him.

A least not genuinely, not the way she meant it when she speaking with that insect Felix. Whenever she said good morning to them all at breakfast she would say to all of them, but she would look at Felix first, then she’d smile to her father and that was it. She would just sit down and look at what was on the table or she’d start cooking, not giving him so much as a glance.

What made it worse was that she didn’t even seem to notice she was doing it, she just didn’t consider him worth the kindness or even fear him enough to be cautious of him.

Maybe that was why he found himself so obsessed with her so suddenly, or the fact that no matter what power he had or what transformations he went through he was still a man. A man with needs that he had been ignoring for centuries upon centuries on Neverland. Not that there was anything physically wrong with him that kept him from taking care of those needs, it’s just that there was always something more important to do. He had a camp to run, a grand master plan and a literal timer on his life.

Now things were different, he had been here for nearly four months and all he’s been able to do is mix two measly potions and sit in a room and think about one girl.

Almost overnight (Y/N) had become the one thing he wanted in this miserable realm that he was trapped in. All he wanted was her, he didn’t want to destroy the place, in fact he had come to find it quite charming with all its convenient little machines. Hell half the things he used his magic for could be done effortlessly with most machines, but that wasn’t the point of it.

Peter Pan was magic, what the hell was he without it?

As Peter moved onto the next aisle he saw a young couple holding hands, once he would have found it hilarious to send a wave of magic and make the boy piss his pants so much that it ruined the poor girl’s shoes. Now all he felt was envy, that could have been him and (Y/N) but instead he was here alone and she was probably in the house looking at the bruises he had put on her body.

With a mountain of thoughts to sort out Peter finished his shopping and got in line, an annoying thing that he hated going through with (Y/N) when she took him and Felix along with her on errands.

He paid for his groceries with a card that he had whipped up and went on his way, turning into an alley. He couldn’t very well carry so many groceries all the way through town and into the woods where the house was hidden without attracting attention.

In the alley Peter double checked to be sure no one was around or looking before he vanished in a cloud of green smoke.

When the smoke cleared he was greeted with the sight of the house he had made for him and (Y/N) to live in. It truly had been the first thing he used his magic for when it was returned to him. The overwhelming need he felt to have a place that would be just for him and her was the only thing on his mind when the magic came rushing through his body. 

Peter found himself just looking at the house, avoiding walking in, and seeing her; he was finding himself feeling something he could hardly even recognized.

Regret.

He regretted hurting her, and in his blackened heart he knew that he was sorry but he didn’t know how to apologize.

Suddenly he remembered something very important, something that made him begin walking to the porch.

Peter Pan never fails.