Peter’s Revenge

Originally posted by neverland93

   “Look we are doing you a favor. You get to go back to that damn island.” Emma groaned as Y.n struggled between David and I. Since Peter had returned, the small girl has been causing nothing but trouble. She was determined to go back to her bloody demon of a boyfriend. Honestly I was about ready to hand the girl over to Pan no questions asked. She was just as vile as her boyfriend. Emma and Regina however wanted to use her to save Henry. If the lost boys were right, and we were thinking they were, Peter would do anything to get the girl back.

   “Favor!” Y.n spat, glaring at Emma. “Please. You are using me for own personal gain.”

   “Will someone please let gag her?” Regina snapped, scowling as Y.n lunged towards her. David and I struggled once again to keep her in place.

   “I will do you one better.” Rumple sighed, smirking at the still snarling girl as he walked towards her. “I’ll knock her out for a bit.” As he explained his motive her blew red dust at the Lost Girl, who instantly went limp between David and I.

   “Pan is going to kill you for that.” One of the lost boys snarled, the scar on his face twitching as he spoke.

  “Yeah well now she won’t be a problem.” Rumple answered, watching as David carefully picked up the now sleeping girl

  



   ~~~~~~~~~~After Peter got the curse~~~~~~~~~~~

 

   This time around we listened to Regina, and tied and gagged the angry lost girl. As we walked into the street, she still tried in vain to free her self from mine and David’s hold, the scowl on her face growing each and every time she failed. We had just reached the middle of town when Regina suddenly stopped, her eyes locked on Pan as he came strutting towards us. The moment Y.n noticed the green clad demon, she stopped struggle, gleam appearing in her eyes.

   “Watch out he has the…..

   “Curse? That I do and unless you want me to cast it I suggest you hand over my girlfriend.”

   “Look you can’t…”

   “Cast it without hurting her? Well that is where you are wrong. There is a loophole for everything! I can use Felix, love can be loyalty after all.” We all turned to Rumple, who had suddenly gone pale.

   “He’s right. Using Felix, who loves Pan so much he will do anything, would work.”

   “I see we have reached an understanding. Now, Y.n if you please.”

An excerpt from The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up:

“Pan,” he said carefully. “Remember how you found me in the hospital?”

Pan nodded.

“Do you know why people go to hospitals?”

He nodded again. “Because they’re sick.”

“Yeah,” said Peter, grateful that he at least understood a portion of the concept. “Yeah, they’re sick. And some people who get sick…they…erm…well…”

He broke off when he saw that Pan looked annoyed.

“He’s never going to understand,” Peter hissed.

“He has to try,” Tinker Bell whispered back.

“All right,” he sighed. “How do I explain this?”

Pan spoke up. “You do know I watch my old Lost Boys die every year, right?”

“Oh,” Peter said. “Right. I…erm…so you know…”

“What it means to go on an awfully big adventure?” Pan asked. “Yeah. I have a fairly good idea.”

He sat down on the grass and looked towards the stars. Peter and Tinker Bell exchanged glances before joining him.

“So you know that most people don’t want to go on the awfully big adventure,” Peter said, gazing up at the universe. “That’s why I was so mad at you earlier. That’s why I’m so scared. You want to go on the adventure but I… I don’t. The doctors say that I don’t have a choice. I have to do it. And I’m scared and I’m confused and I…I don’t want this adventure to end. Then you come along and you deliberately choose to end this adventure and start another one. Like I said before, the rest of us don’t get that choice.”

He broke off. He still wasn’t sure that Pan understood. The impish boy probably had no idea what he was getting himself into. Then again, what could Peter expect, from someone who didn’t know what math was? It was just a game to Pan. Everything was a game.

He looked over and saw that the boy was still staring at the stars. Intently. As if having a silent conversation with them.

Peter suddenly realized something. Pan had no concept of time. It was entirely possible that he wasn’t planning on going on his big adventure for years, centuries, millenniums.

He decided to test his theory: “So, when are you going to go on that big adventure?”

He eagerly waited for the response, knowing that he might have to refrain from laughing. He didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, after all.

Pan shrugged. “That’s up to her.”

“H-her?”

“Of course,” he said. “We go on every adventure together and we always will.”

Peter’s eyes filled with tears. He wiped them away and more followed suit. He gave up and looked at Tinker Bell, noting that tiny dots were rolling down her cheeks.

“Are you two okay?” Pan asked.

“No!”

Remember when this used to just be a simple short story? And now I have to write scenes where Peter Pan discusses the qualms of mortality and the sacrifices that one makes for their soulmate?

all i gave you is gone

(gif is mine)

part 3/? (part one, two)

warnings: suggestive content maybe? sexual a little? swearing

summary: the reader and Robbie find themselves in an alternate land, in which they have taken over the bodies of their alter egos.

“I think I figured out what happened to us, where we are, and who we are.”

Robbie had pulled you aside up into what you assumed had been Pan’s treehouse. It was large and stood in the trees above the tents where the lost boys and you had slept. You were growing worried that Robbie was playing his part a little too well. But then again, he had always been a good actor. And again, you forgot to keep track - how long had you been on this island?

“Go ahead and tell me then,” you dared.

“You know how we’ve been bursting out random things that we didn’t even think we knew?” Robbie inquired.

You nodded. Of course you knew about that. You had been freaking out all day (or however long you had been here) about it. How had you known all the names of the lost boys when you didn’t even know what a lost boy was when you first stepped foot here. And how did you suddenly know what a lost boy was?

“It’s been a bit freaky, so, yeah, I know about it. It keeps happening to me,” you explained. “Not too long ago I was having a conversation with Devon about dreamshade. I don’t even know what I’m talking about half of the time.”

Robbie agreed. “That’s exactly my point,” he said. “So it would only make sense for us to know this stuff if we weren’t in our own bodies.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “that wouldn’t make sense, we look the same. Besides our outfits, I mean.”

“We aren’t in our own universe, Y/N. I’m one hundred percent sure that when we fell through that portal back home, we were sent to an alternate universe. And of course, there can’t be two versions of the same person in one universe.”

“What are you saying then?”

“We’ve inhabited the bodies of this universe’s versions of us. The only problem is that we’ve got two minds up here,” he added, pointing at his forehead, “so when we have our little knowledge bursts, it’s just these bodies original mind trying to get these bodies and their brains back to normal.”

“Nothing you’re saying sounds like a good thing, I hope you know that,” you interjected. “What’s the bad news?”

“If we don’t find an anchor, you and I are going to begin to assimilate into this world. Meaning, you’ll be a lost girl and I’ll be a villain.”

You had a feeling that you already knew that Robbie was going to say that. It was inevitable, really. If there can’t be two of the same person in one universe, it wouldn’t make sense for said other version to keep their memories. The physical being aspect of this didn’t matter anymore, because a mind full of memories and moments still counted as a life. This universe was just trying to get things back to the way they need to be.

Maybe it didn’t have to be that way though. You and Robbie still had each other, you figured, so you just had to hold onto each other.

“Let’s just latch onto each other, then,” you chimed in. “After all, we are best friends.”

He shook his head in denial, and you could see the worry in his expression. “Not here, though.”

He had a point. That wasn’t going to work here. If you went off of what the other Y/N’s mind told you about Pan, you would know well enough that you and him did not get on well. Of course you knew you were dealing with Robbie, but nobody else could know that.

“But we’ll figure it out,” you assured him, intertwining your fingers with his. “We always do.”

Just as you and Robbie smiled at each other, you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You instantly pulled apart from each other and turned to see Felix, with a smirk prominent on his face. You could feel your cheeks burning the longer you all stood in complete silence.

“Felix,” Robbie spoke up, a hint of annoyance in his voice.  “What is it now?”

“Killian and his crew just dropped off our supplies-”

“And he needs to speak with me, like usual,” Robbie cut in. “I’ll be down soon.”

Felix simply nodded and climbed back down and out of the treehouse.

When Robbie turned back around, you could sense something different about him. The look in his eyes had darkened, yet they still looked glassy and distant. Something told you that you were about to be in big trouble unless you followed right behind Felix. But of course, you wanted to trust that it was just Robbie playing his part, so you stayed put.

In fact, you were too scared to move. You weren’t too sure who you were dealing with as he took a step closer, breaking the space between the two of you. You allowed him to trail his fingers up your arm and brush your hair away from your neck. He still looked distant from himself; his eyes were still glassy but instead of looking confused and out of place, he was acting like he owned the place. If this was Pan you were dealing with, then he certainly did.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He looked exactly like your best friend, but it wasn’t him. Other than the distinct differences between their facial expressions, simply looking at him couldn’t tell you that it wasn’t Robbie.

It was the way that Pan held his head high with confidence. There was always a smirk and a look of mischievousness on his face. His expressions were dark, and the way that he grinned at you was enough to send chills down your spine. He was intimidating, just by the way that he stood above you with such confidence.

To say the least, you were both terrified and flustered at the same time. 

“Don’t be nervous, love,” he purred into your neck, trailing kisses across your collarbone. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

His lips broke apart from your neck and he stared into your eyes. You knew he could sense how nervous you were. He knew that he intimidated you, which was why he wasn’t stop. He was trying to distract you. You were so close to him, he could hear how fast your heart was racing.

Pan took this moment to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you even closer to him. You slowly rested yours around his neck. Your lips locked with his, the kiss deepening by the second. He tasted tentatively with his tongue as he traced it across the bottom of your lip. The caress of his lips were soft, and it was enchanting enough to make you once again forget what your mission was.

He traced his tongue across the bottom of your lip once again, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of his name in response. You began to lose yourself in his presence - his peppermint breath, soft lips and the way he didn’t ever stop smelling like fresh pine. You felt his lips against your neck, and you bit your lip in response. You began to lose focus on the moment between you and Pan. The sounds of the fire below you crackling and the birds chirping began to drown out everything around you. 

You tumbled backward and suddenly your eyes shot open and saw what was happening. You jumped back from Pan, making sure you left a reasonable distance between the two of you.

“I didn’t hurt you, love, did I?” he smirked. “Of course not. You were moaning my name, after all.”

You glared up at Pan, almost ready to walk over and smack him. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it though, because you still saw your best friend in him. His eyes were still glassy and distant. Robbie was in there, somewhere.

Instead of smacking him, you walked over and cupped his face with your hands. You pulled him close once more and locked lips with his. Suddenly, you felt the smirk on his lips evaporate and when you pulled back, you saw the clouds in his eyes dissolve just like fog.

“Did we just-”

“Yes.”

“Did you just-”

“Yes.”

“I think my mind is taking this whole playing our parts properly concept a bit too literally.’

A nice, cheerful, happy excerpt from The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up:

“I will always love Neverland,” said Pan softly. “But now, I’m choosing to move onto the next big adventure.”

And suddenly, Peter was struck by a combination of every terrible feeling in the world. Anger bubbled to the surface, spewing out of his mouth.

“No,” he shouted. “No! You’re not allowed to do that!”

The others were shocked.

His fists were balled, his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were directed towards the ground.

“Peter, what’s wrong?” Wendy asked.

He refused to answer; he knew that it would be delivered in the form of a scream and he wasn’t about to do that to her. 

Pan said his name.

“What gives you the right?” Peter asked, looking up at him with wet eyes. “What gives you the right to choose? First you chose to not grow up and now you’re choosing to leave and go on a big adventure? Why? Why would you do that?”

“It’s my choice,” said Pan defiantly.

“It’s not a choice for the rest of us, Pan!”

Peter’s scream bounced off of the walls of the Home Underground. Mary and Matthew had started to cry but he didn’t care. He raced up the slide, but not before looking Pan straight in the eye and whispering, “I hate you.”

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