A/N: anon request ended up being a manipulative pan…. Oops. Sorry, I’ll do fluff I promise. Prompt: Can you do"i didn’t want you to see me cry,I’m fine" from the sentence prompts
You sit in peters thinking tree clutching your legs to your chest crying. For some reason you can’t shake this horrible feeling.
After meals you slipped away from the camp needing some space. The thinking tree was the best bet, since it was banned of lost boys.
Unfortunately, this time of the night is when Peter normally goes up there. He hears the sounds of crying, but doesn’t think anything of it. Usually this is when some lost boys cry themselves to sleep.
He becomes on high alert when he sees a shadow moving from inside the tree house. He immediately becomes angry and flies up to it.
“This tree is off limits to any lost-” you standing up and wiping your eyes leaves him slightly off guard. He’s not used to comforting a girl, the island has been only boys for thousands of years.
You clear your throat and continue wiping your cheeks. “S-sorry… You weren’t supposed to see me cry” you sniffle and make your way towards the ladder. “W-wait” he swallows thickly wondering if he’s about to make the right choice. “You can stay here, this is the best place to be alone” with a wave of few fingers, appears a blanket and small cushion to sit on. You sit back down feeling uneasy, you’ve never seen him be this nice to you - or anyone- before. It was new. He sits on the other side and stares at you. Trying to figure you out, what your story was, who abandoned you, why you were upset. You feel a green gaze on you but you ignore it for a while just liking the leave and quiet. It’s not until Peter watches you wipe fresh tears away. “Why are you crying?” He asks cautiously. You look at him and frown. “Honestly? I’m not sure… I don’t miss anyone, im not scared, I don’t feel alone… I-I just have this horrible feeling… I can’t shake it” He nods slowly trying to understand. But years of no compassion isn’t making it easy. “When did it start?” You look at him and think back. You find it strange you can pin point the exact moment it started. “Three days ago, when that boy arrived, and then it got worse, yesterday” she sighs. Peters eyes widen slightly. “Yesterday is when Emma’s mom and her family arrived… (Y/N)? Do you have magic?” His question catches you off guard, since you never thought you had magic. Ever. You shake your head ever so slowly. Although it would make sense, whenever you were upset in any way, strange things seemed to happen. Peter does a small test to find the answer once and for all. He tells you to close your eyes, and once you open them you see your hand surrounded by dark red orbs. You watch you hand glow and come to the realization of what you were feeling. “Threatened… That was the horrible feeling. I don’t want anyone to take this island away” you swallow and glance back at peter. Peter smirks and realizes he can train you to use your magic to his advantage. “Don’t worry, when we’re done, no threat will ever stand a chance against us.”