he's just visiting the boys in neverland

Secrets & Betrayal

Requested by @fallenfairy16

Note: I started typing this up as soon as I read your message - I am amazed at how quickly some ideas come to me sometimes lol! (hence the delay in actually replying to your message). Hope this answers your request!

Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 1020

Warnings: Nothing other than a small amount of unwanted advances.

You thought you had been careful, that no one would ever find out, but you hadn’t taken into consideration the fact that Tinkerbell had seen you numerous times. The ex-fairy was close to Pan, had always been trusted by him, so you were not surprised at all that she had gone running to him. She had always wanted him to like her. It was quite pathetic how much she ran to him actually.

There is no such thing as a secret.”

You are standing before Peter himself, in the camp that he had allowed you to stay in with his Lost Boys, but instead of wandering it freely as you once did you find yourself tied to a tree with rope that he had made appear out of nowhere with a simple wave of his hand. The look in his eyes is the darkest you have ever seen and given that you have seen him mad on more than one occasion this is definitely something new and something rather terrifying for you too.

You have seen first-hand what he was capable of when he was angry.

“I have never had many rules on this island [y/n], you know that, but what was the FIRST thing I said to you when I gave you a home here?”

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Requested by @cookieytb: Can you do a peter pan imagine where Y/N is Rumple’s daughter and Henry is in Neverland because he is The heart of the truest believer (or whatever) and Emma and others come to save Henry and Y/N stays just with Rumple and Pan come visit her and…I don’t know. .. you can continue if you want…Btw sorry for my english, it’s not my first language..

Word Count: 1,624


  “Papa, Y’know you look ridiculous,” I sighed as my father, Rumpelstiltskin, and I trekked through the Neverland forest. “You don’t need all that crazy get-up to hunt down Pan,”

  “Stop talking about unnecessary things Y/N,” he grumbled.

  “You’re the one with an unnecessary outfit,” I said under my breath. “Can we take a break soon? My feet have been aching for hours,”

  “Y/N stop complaining, we’re here to find Henry,” he stopped and glared at me.

  “Yeah and with all the magic you have and the little you’ve taught me, we’re walking around the forest trying to find a bunch of feral teenage boys under the control of someone you hate but won’t tell anyone how you know him!” I shouted. “Y’know what? Forget this. I’m going off on my own,”

  “Now, don’t be stupid,” he started but I disappeared in a cloud of dark blue smoke.

I had no idea where I landed but like everywhere else it was full of trees and plants and the air smelled of soil.

  “If I were a tyrannical teenage boy holding a kid captive on an island where on said island would I be?” I thought aloud.

  “I’d be  here,” a voice made me jump.

I spun around with a ready fireball in my hand. A boy, maybe 17 was leaning against a tree with a smug expression.

  “Which one are you then?” he pushed himself off the tree and began walking toward me slowly. “I tried my hardest to remember you all by name but there’s so many of you and I don’t care that much,”

  “Stay back,” I said sternly, raising the fireball. “Where is my nephew?”

  “Who is your nephew?” He raised his eyebrow and smirked.

  “Henry,” I said through gritted teeth.

The boy looked genuinely surprised.

  “You’re the Dark One’s daughter, Baelfire’s little sister,” the smirk on his face wavered a little. “He’s dead now isn’t he?”

  “Yes, Would you like to join him?!” It was true. My big brother was killed when he attempted to save Henry from Greg and Tamara.

My anger at this smug boy made the fireball in my hand grow in size, it was roughly the size of a basket ball.

  “Calm down sweetheart,” he chuckled, his bravado returning.

  “Don’t call me that,” I lowered my hand, stepping away from this strange boy.

  “Tell me who you are,” I said with as but power in my voice as I could muster.

  “Why I am Peter Pan,” he said with a smile. “Surely you know of me?”

I raised my fireball again. “Stay away,”

  “You’re no fun,” he sighed.

I’d had enough. “Whatever,” I snapped. “I’m going to find my father and then we are all going to find Henry,”

And then I disappeared.


I went back to where I’d left Papa but he’s since moved on.

I jumped from place to place randomly until I found the Heroes.

  “Y/N,” Emma said when she saw me. “What are you doing here? Where’s Gold?”

  “I got tired and he wouldn’t let me rest so I left,” I explained. “Then I got a visit from Pan,”

I told them of how I met Pan, the whole while Hook was either playing with his clothes or checking his reflection in his hook.

  “Did he say anything about Henry?” Regina asked.

  “No but he was a little surprised when I said Henry is my nephew,” I shrugged.

  “probably because you’re so young,” David suggested.

  “I guess,” I mumbled.

The heroes set up for the night and I sat against a tree facing away from them, not tired, my thoughts running laps in my head.

What surprised Pan so much? Why did he seek me out anyway? 

I heard Emma groan in her sleep. I looked around the tree and saw her tossing and turning. She sat up suddenly and looked around, listening.

I Stayed quiet as she got up and followed some mysterious sound she heard.

Sleepwalking?

I didn’t intend to wake her but I did follow her in case anything were to happen.

I arrived near her, hidden by the trees, just as she was greeted by Pan.

The spoke a little, and when he told her his name she pinned him to a tree. 

And he smiled.

Sick bastard. 

I stayed quiet, and watched their conversation as I couldn’t hear very well. He gave her a map and then left. Emma started to leave to so I quickly ran to where I had been against my tree so she didn’t know I was spying.

We’d been searching for a day or two with the odd argument here and there. I stayed out of it and let the Heroes have there inner battles. Being quiet had it’s advantages. They often forgot I was there, so I could sneak off every now and then to look for Papa. I never found him. 

We did however find Pan’s camp by following the magically enchanted map with Regina’s locator spell. The creep was wearing Henry’s clothes. Which confused me because he’s so much taller than Henry. He must’ve used magic to fit the clothes to his size. 

And Pan visited me again. Taunting and teasing about finding Henry and he said really confusing things about Papa not telling us everything. I mean he’s Rumplestiltskin when does he ever tell anyone the whole stroy but it was still annoying coming from Pan.

Mary-Margret and I were walking at the back of the group while Emma and Regina lead with the map. 

Mary-Margret was nice. Super sweet but super whiny. Hope this, optimism that. But she was nice.

  “How are you doing with everything?” she asked me.

  “I’m getting agitated,” I huffed as we trudged along. “Pan is pissing me off with his stupid games,”

  “How so?” She asked.

  “He’s just spitting cryptic nonsense whenever he speaks to me,” I grumbled.

  “Maybe he likes you?” she suggested. “You know how boys are when they like a girl,”


  “You’re remembering he kidnapped your grandson right?” I looked at her sideways. “I mean he’s not hidieous but he’s the bad guy at the moment. What am I supposed to do? Flirt with him?”

  “No I just-” she stopped, realizing there was no point.


In the middle of the night I woke up to someone sitting next to me.

  “Sorry to disturb your sleep sweetheart,” It was Pan.

  “Holy-” I rolled away from him and took up a defensive stance. “What is wrong with you?”

  “What do you mean?” his eyebrow raised and he tilted his head.

  “Not only are you a kidnapper but you’re a pervert now too?” I used my magic to tie my hair back away from my face, and ready a fireball in my hand.

  “How am I a pervert?” he leant forward with his elbows resting on his knees. “I’m just checking up on you. I find you and your brother very interesting,”

  “Ew,” I screwed up my nose in distaste. “Why are we interesting? And even if I’m so interesting do you have to watch me sleep? And how do you know Baelfire? Was he here? When he was younger? He was a lost boy?”

  “Your father never told you?” he looked genuinely surprised. “Typical of him. Rumple takes after his father. Yes Bae was a lost boy for a time,”

  “Why are you here?” I raised my fireball. “And don’t say to check up on me. Why am I so interesting to you?”

  “You’ll have to ask Papa about that dearie,” he smirked and then vanished.


I was getting tired of this constant scwabbling among the heroes so I copied Regina’s locator spell with Papa’s watch.

I followed the watch as it floated through the air. It changed direction a few time because my father had moved places but it eventually fell to the ground.

  “What the- Seriously?” I growled at the blasted thing. I looked around me at the trees and ferns. “There’s nothing here,”

I heard a voice suddenly.

  “Where is she?” that’s my father’s voice.

  “She was with us last night but she must’ve snuck off during the night,” David’s voice explained.

They’re talking about me. Where are the voices coming from? I looked around for any sign of a clearing.

There.

I burst through the bushes much to the surprise of Papa and the heroes.

  “Y/N!” Papa said with relief. “I told you not to disappear and you not only ran away form me but you ran away from them?”

  “They annoyed me so I tried to find you again,” I shrugged.

I looked at Mary-Margaret’s sad face.

  “You didn’t annoy me with our chat,” I reassured her. “The constant arguing and disagreements between the lot of you did. I want to find my nephew as soon as possible and you guys are to busy fighting over the best way to find him, rather than actually using those ways to find him,”

  “Y/N,” the voice of someone I hadn’t noticed spoke now.

  “Bae?” I looked at the man behind my father. “Baelfire!”

I ran to him. He caught me as I jumped into his arms.

  “I thought you were dead?” I hugged my brother.

  “We all did,” Emma said.

  “I was shot yeah,” Baelfire sighed. “But when I went through the portal I landed in the enchanted forest, near the dark one’s castle. Some people there cared for me then helped me get here,”

  “It would appear the whole family is here now,” Regina sounded less than pleased.

  “Not the whole family,” David reminded her.

  “And an extra,” Hook raised his hand with a humerous smile.

  “Well then,” Emma said. “With the addition of Hook, let’s get the rest of the family. Let’s go find Henry,”

If You Only Believe / Peter Pan (OUAT) Fanfiction

PART 4 (Part 3 is here)

Word count: 1264

Warnings: Fluff, smut, violence, self hate, possessive/obsessive!pan

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Since Pan’s game you haven’t talked to him that much. You don’t even know what to think of just that. Your first night in Neverland was spent by you not sleeping – up your hut, down your hut, up your hut, down your hut – but pacing. It calmed you down and somewhat in the morning you actually slept for a few hours before waking up to the ‘Lost Boy routine’, which was rather eventful, in a entertaining, fun way.

In your second night, Pan visited you for a minute. He handed you a notebook.

„Since you had to leave your diary in your hometown, I thought it was just right, that I get you a replacement.“

After thanking him, he gave you a smile and and left again. Why is he that nice just at SOME times? Since that night you kept the notebook for a log, you didn’t want to keep secrets written down, remembering what happened the last time you wrote personal things down. In this notebook you just keep track of your days and activities.

You are on this island for nine days now and feel like you integrated well. You found a few people that have potential to become friends, yet you haven’t seen a single girl except yourself. That is probably the reason for the Lost Boys staring so much, some even catcalling you. Every of the Lost Boys stares, actually. The only one you haven’t noticed staring is Pan…

The only reason you have never cought Pan staring is him being a very sneaky person. He knows when to look and how to do it. Obviously, his eyes are everywhere on this island. That, you don’t know, though. You also don’t know how furious Pan gets whenever he hears the catcalls and sees the boys looking at you 'in the wrong way’. You don’t know how hard it is for Pan to not to pay special attention to you and repress the things you do to him.

Anyways, you wake up at the usual time of 9 AM. You get ready for being stared at by putting on a white tank top and a pair of green hot pants. You pull up your hair into a bun and walk out to the camp to grab breakfast. The boys already sit around camp eating. You grab some food and sit down next to a few of your mates, Jimmy (Whyever he want everyone to call him that, his actual name is John) and Aaron.

„Do you guys know why Pan isn’t here yet? I have never seen a morning without,“ you are interrupted by a finger tipping on your shoulder. You turn around to see a smirking Pan.

„Missed me, Y/N?“

You roll your eyes and punch him in the biceps, damn.

„Of course I missed you already, Peter! I love you that much!“ You both chuckle to yourselves, meanwhile Pan cocks an eyebrow. He leaves you and your mates alone and goes to eat breakfast himself.

During breakfast Pan makes his common announcments, only that today the chores he gives th boys are way less chores than usual. And you get to have a free day, just like some of the other boys.

„You might have noticed there’s not much to do today.“ Pan starts. „The reason for that is that today we do something for Y/N. I bet she even misses doing it. Today, we will go to the fields and play some football. If you don’t play, you’ll take over some of the chores.“

You look at Pan with a huge smile on your face. Why is he so nice today?

You go back to your hut to change into something more comfortable to play football in and search through your dresser for football shorts. You quickly find a pair of gray ones and put them on. You meet Pan and the Lost Boys at the field. Pan and Jimmy are to pick your teams. Pan starts.
“Y/N, I want you.”

Yes, we’ll make the other team cry! You smirk at the way he said he wants you and wiggle your eyebrows at him, he rolls his eyes and chuckles. You walk behind him and analyse the teams that are being built.
The teams are built equally strong, or so everyone thinks. None of the boys know that you played football in your school’s first team. And so goes the game. You surprise everyone with you rather high skills, humiliate some of the boys who thought you’d be an easy target. The only problem you have is the body-mass of some of the bigger guys.

As the match is over you walk up to Pan.

„Thank you for that.“ You smile brightly. „I really missed playing football; plus is was really funny humiliating all those butch lads.“

Pan grins in return. Finally, he laughs.

„For you, Y/N, I would do anything.“ He winks. How you love this playful flirting; you don’t take it any bit serious, though.

You decide to take a shower. After that you put on some clean clothes. You choose a pair of dark jeans and a green flannel. Later you go for a walk around the forest, the way you always go when you’re bored in the evenings.

„Hey Y/N!“ Jimmy approaches you.

„Hey there, Jim.“ You wave back at him. „Wanna walk with me?“

And you’re on your way through the forest with Jimmy. He doesn’t talk much, which is fine to you; it’s a confortable silence.

„Y/N, can I kiss you?“ Jimmy turns to you, you see the redness of his face even in the faint lighting. „I mean, not wanting to sound weird. I just have never kissed someone before and I thought… oh, nothing. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable…“ he turns his face away from you.

Though you find this pretty hilarious, you are flattered. It’s adorable, how he is getting uncomfortable. You decide to relieve him from his awkwardness and grab his cheeks. You give him a two second peck on the lips and back off again. Your face still close to Jim’s, you look into his eyes. He looks both scared and excited. You kiss him again, this time ersting your arms around his neck. He quickly kisses you back and puts his hand on your waist. You are surprised that he knows how to kiss you back and let out a slight moan against his lips. In return, he groans.

Soon you let off of his lips and start kissing his neck, meanwhile he starts to unbutton some of the buttons of your shirt.

Quickly things start to get heated; you take off his shirt, he rips yours off of your body, you unzip his jeans and let your hand slip in, palming his member through his boxers.

You both get fully undressed and get everything going.

What none of you realise is that Pan sees you two doing what you’re doing. He stands near you and Jimmy, just far enough away to no be seen immediatly. Pan gets furious, he does not like what he sees. All he can think of is how much he wants to be in Jim’s place, but doing a better job than him. He thinks about how you two flirted since day one and questions wheter you think about him while having sex with Jim. He wants you to think of him, no matter how odd that seems.

'This will have consequences…’ Is all that crosses his mind as he angryly runs back to his cabin.

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Request: Imagine where you come to Neverland when Baelfire is there and you befriend him, and then the shadow takes you away from Neverland because thinks you’re making Peter weak because the shadow told you that Peter loves you and then you somehow end up in Storybrooke and you go with Regina, Hook, Emma, Rumplestiltskin, and the Charmings to get Henry back and Peter is mad at you and sees that you’re still young after all this time and he finds out that you made a deal with someone for eternal youth?(A/N: I changed the deal for eternal youth, but the reader is still eternally young. This will be probably be split into parts)

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You knew better than to be out at night. Neverland was more dangerous at night. You knew that, but you heard something. Getting out of your private tree house, you walked softly across the camp.

At least you had separate sleeping arrangements. The boys would make you stay. In the dark jungle, you couldn’t see very well, but you heard someone. A really familiar voice called, “Y/N.”

Maybe it was a bad idea. Oh well, too late.

The voice led you deep into the forest. There, a fire was lit. Shadows danced on the trees. Before you could react, one that looked like a shadow that belonged to a boy your age lunged at you.

Shadows shouldn’t be able to carry you. It should have been impossible that you were flying away from Neverland with a shadow. Not wanting to leave, you tried to break free, but the invisible grip from its smoky hands tightened. The same voice from before came from the shadow with white lights for eyes. “Girls aren’t allowed. You’re making Pan weak.”

Peter Pan had saved you from your nightmare of a home. When you were a baby, your parents had offended a witch. She apparently turned and requested you.

Your parents had no choice, so you were taken and raised by a witch. You couldn’t remember what you had done, but the angry witch cursed you to never have a home and be lonely for your whole life.

You outlived everyone. You never aged, but you never told anyone since Neverland prevented aging anyway.

Pan never knew. He found you by yourself and didn’t ask. The only thing he asked was if you were lost.

Wind rushed through your hair. You struggled more, but it was pointless. “He can’t love,” the Shadow growled, “Love is weak.” You froze at the mention of love. Pan rarely implied that he liked you as a person. Now, the Shadow that was taking you from your home was talking about love?

Neverland became a speck. Night turned to day and bright lights blinded you. “Where are you taking me?” You demanded.

“Where you’ll be powerless.” All of the sudden, the Shadow dropped you in the middle of a forest. Branches cut into your arms, drawing blood. You landed on your back in a bank of snow.

Weather on Neverland never changed. There were few storms and no snow. You gathered the white snow in your hands. It sparkled in the daylight. “Hello?” A male called.

You turned suddenly. “Hello?” You called back.

A man with brown hair and blue eyes came out the woods. He wore strange clothes. “Are you okay, Miss?” He asked. When you didn’t respond, the man reassured, “Don’t worry, I’m the Sheriff of Storybrooke.”

The words meant nothing to you. “Uh, is that where I am?”

“Yeah,” the man informed, “I heard your little tumble. Come on. Let’s get those bandaged up.” The man introduced himself as Sheriff Graham. Once the sticky things were over your wounds, he took you to the Mayor of Storybrooke.

She looked actually confused. “Who is she? I’ve never seen her.”

“This is Y/N,” Graham introduced, “Y/N, this is Regina Mills. I found her in the woods after falling down.”

“Really?” Regina seemed actually confused, “Well, she’d be more than welcome to stay here until her parents claim her.”

You knew that your parents were dead and no one was coming, but the offer was too good. You were still scared after leaving Neverland. Wishing you were there, you noticed Regina dismissing Graham and calling her son, Henry, in. “Henry, this is Y/N,” she told the younger boy, “She’ll be living with us for a while.”

Henry smiled at you and showed you his book in his room. You told him your story, which he believed instantly.

You met Mr. Gold, who was actually Rumpelstiltskin. He was in Neverland to take Baelfire with him. You remembered being scared for your friend, but he grew up. Mr. Gold definitely recognized you, although he didn’t say anything.

Things got really interesting, about three years later, when his mom, the Savior, came. Emma Swan broke the curse that made the citizens of Storybrooke forget their fairy tale counterpart.

Pan hadn’t tried to find you in all that time. You almost forgot about Neverland until Henry was taken there. You were certain that Pan just wanted him as a Lost Boy. Once his family came, he would give him back.

You jumped at the chance to go to Neverland. The way you were smiling made Emma suspicious, but Hook just looked at you with pity. He knew that the Neverland they were going to wasn’t the one that you knew.

After the little encounter with mermaids, you were puzzled. They never usually hurt anyone on purpose. When the island came in sight, you looked at it with confusion. Sure, it was night, but why did the island look so terrifying?

Little boys would visit there in their dreams. The island had turned into a place of nightmares. When you went to bed, all you could hear was the sound of children crying. It was awful.

Deciding to make the same mistake twice, you wandered off into the dark jungle. That time, you had brought a small dagger that Emma gave you.

The branches rustling made you uneasy and jumpy. Suddenly, a familiar pair of green eyes met yours with uncertainty. The boy flew away a few feet, giving you a chance to see him. “Y/N?”

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Anon request: Can you do one with Peter Pan as Hero/Good Guy? (A/N: so i just added to this a bit with the pirate bit. Hope it’s fine!)

You had only just been taken to Neverland. The jungle was about as familiar as the names of most of the Lost Boys were. It was no surprise that you weren’t able to find your way back to camp.

All of the boys were at training, something you didn’t really understand. Neverland seemed so perfect, apart from the poisonous plant that Peter Pan warned you about. You couldn’t even remember what it was called!

Peter Pan had been visiting you every night for a week, before he took you to Neverland with him. Your parents had scolded you for believing in a story at your age. They were going to send you to boarding school so you would grow up. Peter was just outside the window when he heard this. “I couldn’t just let two adults take you away,” he always said, “Growing up is a trap.”

Every night, he described the island and his Lost Boys. Peter Pan was going to let you rest for a few days before starting your training. You decided to explore while they were out and you haven’t regretted anything as much as that decision.

The sun was sinking further in the sky. You groaned. Nothing looked familiar. You could be on the other side of the island.

Darkness fell on the island, but you were never afraid of the dark. It didn’t bother you. A sudden sound made you turn your head, but before you could see anything, a hard blow to your head made the darkness seen even darker.

Peter and Felix hung behind while the Lost Boys hurried back to camp. He had sensed your absence the moment that they arrived to train. They wanted to keep an eye for you, just in case.

Not seeing you at all, Peter and Felix made it back to camp. “Should we be worried?” Felix asked.

“She’s still in the jungle,” Peter informed, “Probably just a bit lost in there.”

“Are we going to send someone after her?” He asked.

Peter shook his head. “Y/N’s bound to find her way back.”

You groggily opened your eyes, but you couldn’t actually see anything. It was too dark. Your eyesight adjusted slightly and you saw the damp cell you were in. “Has our guest woke up?” A creepy voice came from the other side of the door.

It swung opened and revealed a pirate. He brought a sour smell of sea salt and rum with him that made your eyes tear up. His clothes were mere swaddles of cloth and when he smiled, there were few teeth. You couldn’t help, but feel disgusted when you saw him, but kept quiet, not wanting to anger your captors. “Come now,” he commanded, “Captain Hook wants to see you now.”

Too scared to do anything else, you followed the pirate to the upper deck. The salty smell got stronger, considering you were on a boat. The pirate brought you to a group of pirates, specifically the captain.

He looked a bit more well groomed than the rest, but when you came closer, you could still smell the whole crate of alcohol that he must have consumed earlier. “Well, well,” Captain Hook smirked. “Neverland’s only Lost Girl.”

“Why’d you bring me here?” You demanded.

“You’re only here to attract Pan out of his little camp,” Hook explained, “So I can-”

A familiar voice cut him off, “Get your revenge, Hook?” Peter appeared out of nowhere on the edge of the ship. “Ever so vengeful.” His eyebrows went up playfully.

“I’m warning you, Pan. One odd move and your Lost Girl will be killed.” Two burly pirates took hold of you.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay.” He turned to you and winked cockily. “Don’t get too comfortable, Y/N. We’ll be back at camp before you know it.”

If you weren’t so scared, you would have laughed at Hook’s enraged expression. He fumed, “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”

“Oh, I think I am.” Peter looked over the edge. “Because while you were too busy with me, you missed my approaching Lost Boys.” Suddenly, Felix and one of the older Lost Boys climbed onto the ship.

Hook laughed, “Three boys against my entire crew? You’re awfully outnumbered.” While he was talking, most of his pirates were shuffling around, scared of Peter.

You mustered up the courage to call, “What, all these cowards? They’re shaking in Peter’s presence.”

“True, Y/N,” Peter agreed, “How many people are willing to fight me?” The two pirates holding you raised their hands, but the others just stared at their feet. “Disappointing,” he decided before taking out a dagger.

Hook took his long sword and began swinging at Peter who deflected it. Felix took care of one of the pirates next to you while the other fought the other pirate.

You saw a sword leaning on the edge so you took it quickly and raised it. Somehow, Peter and Hook ended up right in front of you, but Peter positioned himself so he was in between you and Hook.

He disarmed Hook quickly and just smiled. “Give up yet, Hook?” Hook simply glared at him. Peter grabbed my arm and the arms of the Lost Boys. “Consider this a warning.”

With that, he teleported all of you back to camp where all of the Lost Boys roared at the sight of you. Supper continued and the bonfire was extremely exciting. You sat on a log, relieved that no one was hurt.

“Thank you would be nice,” Peter said while sitting down next to you.

“Thank you, Peter,” you obliged, “Why does Hook hate you?”

“I’ve won too many times against him,” he replied smugly. Peter looked at you. His tone softened a bit, “So, training tomorrow? Just so you can defend yourself, okay?” You nodded, smiling because of his heroics earlier.

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93. Give Up - Darling Pan

This got really really really sad. You have been warned. 

Flightless bird (x)

He keeps her in a glass coffin of his making – like Snow-White, that story she told, that princess in another realm he heard about. With a wave of his hand, golden light is woven from his fingertips, and he crafts a shimmering, beautiful box with intricate, silver ornaments such as flowers, wings and hearts. Something she would have liked. The queen deserves a worthy place to rest while her king searches for a way to bring her back.

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