(Y/n) twirled her dagger in her hand a few times, trying to
get used to the feeling once again. After arriving in Storybrooke with her
father, almost everyone had asked her to stop carrying it around. They knew the
rumours about the vicious pirate’s daughter, she wasn’t nicknamed ‘Red Handed
Jill’ for no reason. But when Henry was captured by Pan and brought back to
Neverland – the place she had visited many a time, but at much younger ages –
she knew it was again time to bring it out.
a few swipes, eyes narrowed in concentration. She adjusted her balance, rolling
her shoulders and beginning again. She had never Pan but she knew from her father’s
stories he was tricky demon. He looked like a harmless young boy, but he was
much more than that. She understood that on some level, everyone was always
underestimating her. Then she’d pull a knife on them and their opinion would
change very quickly.
you doing out here all on your own, love?” she froze, listening as the figure
emerged from the bushes behind her “Didn’t anyone warn you, it’s dangerous here
at night. There are many monsters”
of only one monster” she spun round on her heel, cocking her head to the side “And
he’s standing right in front of me”
looked taken aback for a moment but quickly regained composer, sauntering
that wasn’t very nice-“
step closer or I put a knife in your chest”
watching the calm determined look in her eye. There was no way. She was no
older than he was – well, what age he appeared to be. She was bluffing. She had
was something unnerving about those (Y/ec) eyes. She was so sure of herself. He
wasn’t going to deny he found that attractive.
are you?” he asked, a slight smirk in the corner of his mouth.
would you like to know?” she countered, holding his icy stare easily.
interest me” he confessed “You don’t look like the killer type, yet you hold
that knife with years of practice in your hands”
both know not to judge a book by its cover, Pan”
suppose so” He nodded his head, slowly.
were silent for a few moments, before Peter let out a light chuckle. He now
recognised her. The Captain’s daughter, the little child who had toddled around
Neverland’s most dangerous parts as if it were nothing but a simple playground.
He had always found it very amusing, but had never confronted her until now.
she snapped, not liking the way he was acting.
nothing (Y/n)” he sighed, cracking his neck “Now, shall we get this over with”
hesitation the girl lunged for him, foot work perfect. Her dagger just brushed
the material of his shirt before he disappeared before her very eyes, reappearing
behind her. He promptly wrapped his arms around her, nose brushing against her
neck. He could feel her racing pulse, making him grin.
took a moment to calm down, still in shock “How do you know my name?”
know all about you, Red Handed Jill”
Peter whispered, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end “The
small girl, who never knew her mother was. The innocent child who became a
only think you know me, Pan”, she slid her hand down her thigh, grabbing at her
secret knife “That is the mere tip of the iceberg, monster”
spun out of his grasp quickly, aiming the knife for his eye. Naturally he
caught it, but he held her arm there, staring straight into her wild (Y/ec)
we full of surprises?” Peter licked his lips out of habit, keeping a steady
hold on her wrist.
could say the same about you” she snorted “You did just teleport after all”
“That is the mere tip of the iceberg, love”
he mimicked, making the girl roll her eyes.
trailed his free hand down her face, playing with a strand of her (Y/hc) hair.
next time, sweet (Y/n)” he pushed her back – gently than he normally would –
before walking off back into the bushes.
blew him a sarcastic kiss, throwing her knife this time, so it landed just at
the side of his head, stuck deep in the bark of a tree.
“Next time I won’t miss”
After a long series of events, (Y/n) had agreed to take
Henry’s place, meaning everyone else had left for home. Her father was very
against the trade, however, she had promised she would escape somehow. But, the
more time she spent on Neverland, the less likely that escape plan became. She
was enjoying herself far too much.
with Felix, sharpening her knife and making small talk. But she could feel the
pair of eyes burning into the back of her head. Peter was here. Peter was
always keeping an eye on her, always looking out for her. In a way she appreciated
it, but she always wondered why.
now she was going to ask him. She had had quite enough tiptoeing around the situation.
over to the tree he was leaning against, eyes narrowed.
got a problem, Pan?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
where I was sitting you looked a little jealous” she smirked, raising her
eyebrows “You got something you need to confess to me”
be ridiculous” he snapped, rolling his eyes “I am not jealous because you were
talking to Felix”
really?” she drawled “So you wouldn’t mind if I go back over there, and, oh I don’t
know, kiss him”
as something snapped in his eyes. He said nothing for a few moments, trying to suppress
Peter shrugged “If you want to so badly, who am I to stop you?”
she grinned cheekily, barely moving two steps before he grabbed at her.
fast” he growled, latching onto her upper arm “I have a proposition”
she grinned, not minding how close he pulled her.
will be known as my Queen, you will help with all major decisions on the island…”He
she narrowed her eyes “Come on now Pan, there must be a catch”
kissing the other boys”
you totally were”
a yes or no?”
she placed a finger on her chin dramatically “Do I get to leave if I want to?”
up at placed a kiss firmly on his cheek. (Y/n) snorted at his shocked
expression, pleased the reaction she had gotten out of him.
never said I couldn’t kiss you” she
sang, skipping away.
of Neverland. The Queen of Sass. The Queen of his heart.
After Wendy returned back home with her brothers, Peter Pan decided that Neverland should not only be the home of lost boys but of lost girls as well. The new inhabitants made Neverland seem even more alive than before, their happy laughter echoed through the silent nights as they danced around the campfire. Everyone including Peter held their breath when the oldest girls told the most wonderful stories about princesses who fought their own dragons or escaped from the most frightening situations with their intelligence as their sole tool. There was a mutual respect between the boys and the girls, neither one of the two groups thought less of each other and they lived together in peace.