Dark Hearts II.
A/N- aye i think i opened an ask box i literally have no idea if im doing things right. but supposedly, now you guys can send in requests without your blog being exposed or if ya a bit shy. no judge, don’t be afraid to send me requests in my ask. this is short, sorry.
Title: Dark Hearts: Part Two
Pairing: Once Upon A Time Peter Pan x Reader
Prompt: What will happen when two demons meet? What use to be a shy, innocent girl turns into an infamous killer and finds herself stuck on an island with a band of annoying, murderous teen boys. Two dark hearts, who will prevail?
Accidentally when walking, you bump into a Lost Boy whom is sharpening a knife. He turns to you with a sickening glare and growls.
“Watch where ya’ going, imbecile.” He makes the mistake of hissing at you, obviously unaware of who you are and what you’re capable of.
"Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, boy?“ You snap back, vaguely scanning the dirty boy, clad in a hood and dark patched clothing with tears and rips putting several holes and revealing his pale skin.
"Ya’ prissy brats think ya’ can talk to a Lost Boy like that? Just because ya’ sleep with Pan one night doesn’t give ya’ a right to claim authority.” The boy reveals his county accent, him giving you the stink eye. Poor, stupid boy, you thought with a frown.
The boy smirks at you as you mockingly gasp, not comprehending your sarcasm. He tilts his head and gives a sarcastic pout. In a brusque manner, the innocent and terrified facade wipes off your face. Roughly grabbing the boy’s shirt, you pull him close so that only he may hear your threat.
"That’s the last action you do before you die, love. Hope you made it count.“ You smirk before mercilessly shoving your hand into the boy’s chest and ripping out his heart, blindly searching for the object that secures his vessel.
”[Your name]! You can’t just waltz around my camp, ripping out my Lost Boys’ hearts!“ Peter chuckle, his voice sounding from a distance. You turn darkly and swiftly back to the terrified, shaking boy.
"It takes Peter about seven seconds to poof over here. It takes two seconds for me to crush a heart.” You threaten, causing the once rude, tough bully of a Lost Boy to cry, a tear slipping his eye. His lips part open slightly, but the boy’s speech is cut off as his throat becomes dry.