he's still peter pan

On Peter Pan and Morality

Okay, so this is something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. A big response to all of my Peter Pan posts has been “I always knew Peter was evil” or some other form of “Peter Pan is a horrible villain/monster”. People seem to think “If he’s not the hero, he must be the villain!” and that’s not true at all. That has never been my view. Peter, to me, is a truly gray moral character .See, Captain Hook is definitely a villain because he knows that what he is doing is wrong and doesn’t care. Peter though? Peter doesn’t know.

Peter isn’t evil. He’s also not good. Naturally, people want to label him the villain since he isn’t the hero. He’s chaotic neutral, if anything, I think? I don’t have a firm understanding of those terms. The thing readers have to understand about Peter is that he does not possess morality. He mentally cannot comprehend it. Because he cannot grow up, he cannot learn right from wrong ever. It’s his curse. He also cannot comprehend other people’s feelings or any complex emotions. He can’t develop to that stage.

 Hook willingly chooses to do evil. He would willingly harm a child, no problem. Peter, on the other hand, does not know that what he is doing is wrong. He doesn’t know what wrong is. He has the emotions and memory of a small child. He doesn’t remember anything that happens, because a six year old (which is around the age he’s supposed to be) can’t remember anything. So he doesn’t remember the Lost Boys or Wendy or Tinkerbell. He doesn’t remember that other people eat. He is literally incapable of grasping that.

He cannot comprehend anything beyond the love of a mother for a child, which is why he assumes every woman wants to be his mother. He doesn’t know when he’s taken things too far, like cutting off Hook’s hand. Like a child, he knows that some things - like growing up - are “Bad” and he’s not supposed to do it, but like a child he doesn’t understand what “bad” is. He knows “Bad” must be punished, but he doesn’t understand what those punishments are. Peter absolutely does not understand death. He doesn’t know what it means for people to be dead. For one, he doesn’t remember people long enough to notice their absences. He can barely grasp that other people have feelings that aren’t in relation to him, so he definitely can’t understand that killing them is literally killing them.

There’s a passage I really like that talks about how there’s a saying in Neverland that every time you breathe a grown up dies, and Peter - who is very angry - is heavily breathing to kill them all. I love this passage because it is both beautifully vindictive and tragically naive. It’s the equivalent of a child stomping on a  crack in the sidewalk because they’re mad at their mother. It doesn’t actually do anything and if the child actually understood the meaning they’d never do it, but it lets their frustrations out. In his head growing up = bad, pirates = grownups, therefore pirates = bad and bad must be punished. It’s all a game to him, because as a child games are all he understands.

Can he be truly evil when he doesn’t know what evil is?

About Wendy Darling - About Captain Hook - About Neverland 

College!AU Hoshi
  • major: acting 
  • minor: sociology 
  • sports: tried out for baseball team with seokmin but dropped it freshman year 
  • clubs: on campus dance team, theater ensemble 
  • like his best friend seokmin, hoshi is incredibly popular on campus. everyone knows him because he’s always being goofy w/seokmin or reciting lines from his memory in the quad while standing atop on of the benches
  • anyone who’s walked from one class to another has probably met hoshi on their way and hoshi probably gave them a flyer advertising the theater ensembles next performance and then made them pinky promise to come
  • and like people always go because hoshi is a natural born actor who manages to captivate people like magic and it’s obvious he’s going to make it 
  • choose sociology as a major to better understand human relationships and situations brought about in the real world and how to display them accurately through the characters he plays 
  • people are always telling him to audition for movies or tv shows and the thing is hoshi is much more in love with theater than he is with being on tv. his favorite thing ever is musical theater and aside from being the lead almost all the time , he also choreographs a lot of the dancing in the college productions 
  • everyone in the acting major calls him ‘genius 10:10:’ and one of his classes starts at 10:10am and the second he walks through the door he’s just like *finger guns* “it’s hoshi time”
  • the professor: no it’s ‘contemporary women playwrights’ class time. hoshi sit down
  • sometimes he’ll do method acting and come into class with a british accent or he’ll come in wearing a hakch’angui and everyones like ???? but hoshi has literally no sense of embarrassment 
  • makes business major mingyu practice his lines with him during lunch and mingyu’s like “literally. id rather be studying finances right now.” and hoshi’s like “read your lines.” and mingyu *trying to mimic a high pitched voice* “o-oh prince of my dre-” hoshi: “no no no, say it more romantically.” mingyu: “…….i will kill you.”
  • the theater majors have parties every time they complete one of their shows and honestly it’s like the most lit even on campus because everyone’s dancing around in the empty theater drunk out of their mind, playing around with props, and still in campus and whoever told you theater majors don’t know how to have fun is a LIAR hoshi tried to climb the curtains at one of the parties while still wearing his outfit from ‘peter-pan’ and claiming he was searching for captain hook, who, coincidentally had passed out in one the dressing rooms. tl;dr: theater majors get WILD
  • but otherwise hoshi’s the outgoing guy on campus who everyone wants to befriend or hangout with because he’s funny, cute, can dance, and will imitate your favorite actors if you ask him 
  • and you know him, you’ve been to a couple of the college theater’s shows and you’re impressed by him like everyone else. you never really think about approaching him though because his circle of friends is big enough so it’s more of like you know the name hoshi, but beyond that you two are strangers
  • which is why when you drop by the theater to ask if anyone has seen your friend who’s also part of the ensemble you’re surprised to see that hoshi is alone there pacing up and down the stage in a panic
  • and you call out to him like ask if he’s seen your friend around
  • and hoshi turns to you and jumps off the stage and makes a damn beeline to where you’re standing near the last row of seats and like
  • you’ve never seen him up close but now he’s standing like 4 feet away from your face and hurriedly he explains that your friend canceled on practicing with him because of a test and now there’s no one here to practice with and opening night is tomorrow and he’s basically like a frantic mess
  • and you’re like ?@@?@?!?@?!?!?/ “im sorry????? can’t you ask someone else-” and hoshi is shaking his head like “mingyu’s at study hall, wonwoo’s not answering his phone, minghao never reads lines with me, and seokmin- that rascal - he’s got a baseball game!” 
  • and then ………. and then hoshi snaps his fingers and his face completely changes and he’s like “are you free right now?”
  • and you can tell where this is going and you want to lie and be like “oooo i have lab gtg” but then again you don’t have lab and also you don’t want to lie to this person whose obviously in need of help and so you swallow and nod and hoshi smiles 
  • and stretches out to take your hand and put the script he’s holding into it 
  • and that’s how you find yourself standing on stage. alone. with hoshi. 
  • and out of all the plays it’s pride and prejudice (the musical version apparently) and the lines hoshi needs to practice the most are from darcy’s famous confession and like
  • as he’s getting into character you’re like sweating stammering over ur lines as elizabeth and like when ur done hoshi suddenly changes from a lively smiley boy you know him best as to this cold look in his eyes and he takes a step forward confidently and like 
  • the lines of the confession are really mature and use a lot of large words and hoshi sounds so eloquent and his tone drops to be lower and you’re honestly spellbound when he reaches out to touch your face and you’re supposed to smack his hand away but like ,,,, you can’t 
  • this serious side of hoshi, although it’s for the character he’s playing, has you basically starstruck and after a minute of just staring at him with your mouth open hoshi backs away and starts laughing like 
  • “are you frozen??” and you feel yourself turning red and you’re like “n-n-no!! i just- you got close so-” and hoshi points to the script like “yeah, i have to get close. but…..ill let you off since this is your first time doing a read-through. let’s try it again?”
  • and so you stand there on the stage with him and time passes and after a while you find yourself having a lot of fun, mostly do in part to how playful and encouraging hoshi is
  • like you’ve never acted in your life and all he needs you to do is read the words on the paper and do basic movements, but hoshi makes it fun and he compliments you on even the slightest thing and you’re like “he’s being friendly, don’t fall for it.” buT HOW Can you not 
  • his smiling face, his ability to make you feel at ease, the way he’s just so so so nice about everything
  • your heart just,,,,,,it just cracks 
  • finally you check your watch and see that’s already past 8 and you’re like fRICK i need to get to my dorm and start studying for tomorrows class and so you bow to hoshi and say you have to go
  • but before you grab your bag and run he takes a hold of your hand and pulls you back and is like “remember how i said tomorrow is opening night? promise you’ll come? the shows at 10!” and you nod like yeah yeah but you’re not thinking straight because you’re in panic trying to remember if tomorrow’s class has a quiz or not
  • and so you run out after he lets you go and you don’t see because you’re busy trying to sprint across campus but hoshi grins to himself and thinks he needs to put on a really good show tomorrow, better than usual, since someone he likes will be watching 
  • but the next day the fact that hoshi’s show is opening completely escapes your mind because it turns out there was a quiz and you’re so tired because you got to the dorm late and ended up studying the wrong section of your book and now you’re like im getting a ZERO its over and like everything else escapes you
  • it’s only when it’s around 10 pm and you get a text from your roommate that’s like “im gong to be late, @ the theater for pride and prejudice (:” and you’re like “ahhh sounds so fun………”
  • and then as you’re literally in bed in your pajamas about to Knock Out your eyes open and you’re like 
  • but before you rush out in your mickey mouse pj’s you fall back on your bed and mumble that hey, you two aren’t even that close, he won’t mind or care
  • and with that it’s light out for you
  • but at the theater hoshi keeps scanning the crowd and seokmin’s whose backstage to wish him luck is like ??? my dude what are you looking for ?? and hoshi’s like “do you know this person……” and he says your name, describes how you look and seokmin’s like yEah i know them but why - you’re friends?? and hoshi’s like “if you see them, tell them to come backstage after - i owe them a thanks.” and seokmin shurgs like ok got it
  • but the show comes to an end and seokmin’s like sorry they didn’t show and hoshi’s smile falters and it’s the first time the rest of the theater ensemble has ever seen him look so defeated after opening night
  • and for the week after hoshi keeps thinking maybe you’ll stop by one of the shows but you never do because you think hoshi’s long forgot about your favor for him
  • until you’re sitting in the campus cafe with your laptop and someone taps your shoulder and you turn around to see minghao who you know from one of your classes and you’re like ??? and minghao gives you a note and he’s like
  • “hoshi told me to give this to you. i don’t know why he couldn’t do it himself, but he paid me so here i am.” and you take the note and open it and its tickets to the theater ensemble’s show + a message that says for you to stick around after the show is over and honestly you’re Confused
  • and you ask minghao if he can tell you where hoshi is right now and minghao’s like “sorry, hoshi paid me not to say that either.” 
  • you: how much 
  • minghao: 25 bucks. you wanna best the offer?
  • you:……………nvm then
  • and like minghao waves and leaves and you’re looking at the tickets and the note and you’re just like maybe he did notice the fact that i didn’t come to opening night?? 
  • but like you don’t want to jump to conclusions so you’re like you know a little hesitant in even going but you decide it’d be rude to pass up so you go
  • and the show, as expected, is amazing. hoshi does such a good job he makes the audience cry and people are going up at the end to hand him flowers and praise him and everyone’s chattering about hoshi and his parts
  • and you nervously stand around near the back row, unsure of what exactly you’re supposed to do since hoshi told you to stick around when suddenly the girl who played elizabeth comes up and takes your hand and is like “c’mon!” and you’re like AH?? and she’s like giggling and dragging you beind the stage
  • and the rest of the students, still in costume, greet you and finally she stops in front of someone with their back turned and she’s like “i brought them - Mr. Darcy!”
  • and you’re like ????? what the hell is this a movie?? am i dreaming?? am i on prank’d-
  • and the person turns and it’s hoshi still in costume (this story takes place in 18th century england so please imagine hoshi in breeches w like those coats and a puffy neck scarf p l e as e) and you’re like holding back a laugh and suddenly he starts speaking lines from the confession 
  • “in vain I have struggled. It will not do. my feelings will not be repressed. you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire-” 
  • and someones from the back is like “WE GET IT DARCY JUST ASK THEM ON THE DATE”
  • and hoshi is like im GEtting TO it 
  • and tbh like it’s hoshi he wanted asking you out on a date to be dramatic and extra by literally asking you out in character but you know his theatermates are right he needs to get to the point
  • and so hoshi is like “im glad you could make it this time, but because you technically broke the promise you made to meeeeeeeeeeee how about making it up with dinner??”
  • and you’re Shocked to say the least 
  • because you’re not sure /why/ he’s asking you out like the only time you ever got relatively close is when you helped him and that was just the case of being in the right place at the right time 
  • BUT it’s not like you’re going to say no because hello it’s hoshi and you shyly nod and the entire ensemble breaks out into applause and hoshi tries to say something again in his character voice and you’re like “please don’t come dressed like that to dinner, i will pretend not to know you” and hoshi’s like “noted”
  • the dinner date is nothing like the actually invitation, it’s surprisingly nice and in this cozy little restaurant and hoshi tells you about himself and asks you about you and you’re like this is so calm and ………..unexpected
  • and tbh you’re a little like “this isn’t what i thought he’d be like.” and as hoshi is walking you to your dorm he’s like “listen, seokmin said that i need to tone it down sometimes so i hope this date was ok and i didn’t annoy by blabbering or something-” and you’re like 
  • “did seokmin suggest you take me to the restaurant?” and hoshi’s like “yeah, how’d you know?”
  • and you bite your lip to not laugh and you’re like “it’s just……it’s just so not your style!” and hoshi breaks into his own chuckle and he’s like “i kNOW right! i wanted to take you to dance practice with me but seokmin said that’d be too overwhelming or something like that!”
  • and you’re like “hey, second date - how about you teach me some dance movies or theater lines?” and hoshi grins and leans in a bit closer and he’s like “this is why i knew i liked you!” and he’s close and you’re kinda like akhflekjw but then you lean in and peck his cheek like “the date was still fun because it was with you anyway text me bye”
  • and you run inside and hoshi touches his cheek and like five minutes later you get a text 
  • but when you open it it’s a selfie of hoshi and he’s drawn a little heart on his cheek and he’s like “thank you~~ see you soon~~you’re the cutest~~ im gonna tell seokmin im taking you with me to dance and that he’s always wrong about everything~~”
  • after the second date, in which hoshi introduced you to everyone on the campus dance team and then proudly threw his arm around your shoulder and was like “you all better not get any ideas, they’re mine.” and after dancing for like two hours straight tackled you in a sweaty hug, it was safe to say that you two were a thing
  • hoshi telling anyone you guys are dating: “yeah, we’re dating. i made up a victory dance for the occasion, wanna see it?”
  • hoshi? you mean king of pda 
  • kisses on campus, nuzzling your face with his own in the library, surprise bear hugs when you visit him during theater practice, holding your hand under the table when you’re out to eat with the theater kids or seokmin, swinging your hands happily as he walks you to class
  • let me repeat: KING OF PDA 
  • everytime he’s got theater practice he like calls you to ask your opinion on his emotion through the phone like he’ll make everyone stop what they’re doing, just to call you and repeat a line and be like “is it good? do i sound emotionally distraught about my ship sinking?” and you’re like “yeah, you sound great captain hook.” and hoshi’s like im nOT PLAYINg captain HOOK thO
  • you’re his go to person to practice lines on and everyone in his friend group is so damn thankful until once when you were away on a trip and seokmin was like “hey, mingyu listen-” and mingyu was like oh god oh no oh god
  • makes jokes all the time that nearly give you heartattacks like he once was like “im gonna get a nose piercing for my next role, maybe dye my eyebrows green too to really get into chara-” and you were like “if you do ill shave your eyebrows off.”
  • whenever you’re sitting beside each other hoshi has to have his arm around your waist and he always tries to get away with putting his head in your lap to sleep
  • lots of people perceive hoshi as this endless ball of energy and at first you did too but then you learn that he deals with not only theater practice, but papers for his sociology minor and also competitions for dance and ontop of that he’ll take weekends to teach dance afterschool at a local middle school
  • and so when he is dead tired and literally just flops down and falls asleep with his face against your arm or in your lap you can only brush his hair from his face and whisper that you’re so proud to be dating someone so selfless 
  • he does this thing where he’ll be gently kissing down your neck and you close your eyes onLY to fEEL him lift you up over his shoulder and start running in circles and you’re like H O S  H I and he’s laughing like “are you dizzy??” and you’re like are we fIVE 
  • minghao voice from somewhere: yes, yall are five
  • hoshi will sometimes be like “im sorry i cant take you on more fancy dates” and you’re like “im fine just watching you rehearse for a show or practice dancing, it’s fine as long as im with you.” and hoshi just tackles you and kisses your face all over and everyone’s like grOSS except dino whose like !!!!!! TRUE LOVE IS THE BEST!!!!!!!!
  • you come over to his dorm and you guys steal seokmin’s + jeonghan’s blankets to build a fort and they’re both like can you not but you and hoshi in your blanket fort you built in the communal living room: “you’re just jealous and lonely. we’re gonna cuddle now.”
  • hoshi surprises you by getting tickets to a musical in the city and you get to see his fanboy side come out as he excitedly names all the actors and singers in the musical and like when the dance parts come on you see his eyes like flash with stars
  • and once you saw a musical with this singer from one of hoshi’s favorite groups, and when you get the signature hoshi can’t stop talking about it he’s like “babe….BABE……onew signed my fan with his face on it….BABE”
  • sends you selfies of him getting fitted by the fashion majors for the costumes for their next show and he sent a selfie shirtless and then was like “oops!! accident!!” 
  • (it was not an accident lmfao)
  • sometimes when he’s sleepy and trying to stay awake he becomes super like serious and charming and he’ll just sleepily look at you and be like “you know you’re stunning right, like i could look at you all day.” and you’re like akhgoew hoshi read your textbook and he’s like “ok………but seriously i love looking at you.” 
  • puts notes into your books when you’re not looking that are like cute reminders that he loves you and it’s sentimental because this all started with a note and it’s just,,,,, it’s cute
  • you: hoshi where do you get this cute as hell stationary?
    hoshi: steal it from dino
  • now when hoshi has an opening night you make sure to be there in the front row,  cheering him on! you always get him flowers to give afterword but he’s like “you know what else i want?” and you roll your eyes and kiss him hehe
  • everyone on the dance team keeps trying to lock you two in the dance practice room overnight but hoshi’s like you rascals what the hell do you think we’d do and he always scolds them for it (while blushing a  L O T)
  • hoshi: let’s take slow dancing lessons together
  • you: we don’t have time hoshi
  • hoshi: well we’re gonna have to know for when we get married???
  • seokmin: that’s so corny. It actually hurt me
  • when you finally get around to asking hoshi what it is that made him like you in the first place he’s sitting with you on the stage after rehersal and everyone’s gone and he like pulls you so you’re sitting in his lap and he’s like “you’re the only person kind enough to not lie to me when i asked for your help, and even when you just had to read the lines you put in effort for me - someone you barely knew and i thought to myself this person is a lot like me.” and you’re like ??? a lot like you and hoshi kisses the side of your face and he’s like “willing to help anyone and everyone out, even if they’re some weird boy who asked you to rehearse romantic lines with him for a play.”

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Love of my Life >> Captain James Hook

Lest he should be taken alive, Hook always carried about his person a dreadful drug, blended by himself of all the death-dealing rings that had come into his possession. These he had boiled down into a yellow liquid quite unknown to science, which was probably the most virulent poison in existence. 

The Pan Flute{Peter Pan Imagine}

Originally posted by pans-flute

Peter Pan Imagine 

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  I have a request where the reader has her own treehouse and peter is try to make the reader fall for him. The reader is starting to fall for him but he needs one big idea so peter went to serenaded her. And if you want some heat going on (smut) ;)

Warnings: smut (as requested), swearing, kinda ooc!pan

NOTE: Might not be exactly what you wanted, but I hope you like it no less.

It was a quiet evening in Neverland. The birds sung, the sun shined down upon the trees, and the wind was brisk. The leader of the island thought to take a nice stroll through the forest, to check on his most prized possession. You.

Of course, whenever he claimed that you were his, you would always deny it. Saying how you were your own person, and you were. But, getting that through Pan’s thick skull was difficult to say the least. Once he came up to your treehouse he had custom made for your own privacy, he called out to you in the most cliche way he could.

“Y/n, Y/n, where for art thou, Y/n? Dost thou wish to keep ye King waiting for so long to see thine beautiful face?” He called up to you, down on one knee with his arms directed up at you.

With a giggle, you walk over to the balcony of the treehouse, rolling your eyes once you see his position. Deciding to play along, you replied. “Oh, Peter, Peter! Where for art thou, Peter? Thy heart begs for ye mercy of-” You busted out laughing in the middle of your sentence, not being able to contain the cringe. “Oh my God, are we really doing this?”

“Well I didn’t make that balcony for show,” He huffed, getting off his knee and standing straight up. “Thought I might as well do something romantic, for my little lost girl.”

“Okay 1) Although Romeo and Juliet is romantic, they die at the end. And 2) for the last time Peter, I will never be yours in a million and one years.” You clarified, resting your elbows on the railing of the balcony. 

He smirked at you, his eyebrow raising high to the sky. “What about a million and two?” 

“I hate you, you know that?” You shook your head, can’t help but to smile anyway.

“You can’t resist me for long, my dear.Your heart will belong to me, just you wait.” He pointed at you, winking. Pan turned to walk away, heading back to camp.

“I highly doubt it!” You yelled, still shaking your head.

“Peter Pan never fails!” He called toward you, still walking in the direction of the camp. 

As much as you hated to admit it, you knew that he had your heart in the palm of his hands. From day one your crush blossomed, and it only grew bigger and bigger the more time he spent with you. The way his lips curled into that devilish smirk of his, or how his hair shined perfectly in the sun and moonlight. Or the way his laugh was rare, but lovely to listen to, and how there are slight creasings in his forehead when he pouts, or is in one of his moods. He was dangerously cute, like a cuddly grizzly bear. 

But, that cuddly grizzly bear hasn’t really proved that his love was true. You just needed one BIG push, something special from his heart that would make you his. Forever. 

A few hours had past, and you decided to stay in your treehouse for the remainder of the night. You went to the camp a few times to grab food, but never really saw Pan…at all. The only time you spoke to him that day was when he visited. Odd. You asked a couple lost boys and Felix, and they all just looked at you with smirks. It kind of freaked you out, but it did tell you one thing. Pan was up to something.

The sound of leaves and branches being crushed alarmed you from your spot on the bed, as you just got done putting on your sleep attire. Getting up, you start to hear the sound of…a flute? 

You walk out onto the balcony, the sound of the music becoming even more clear. It wasn’t just any flute, it was a pan flute. And only one person owned a pan flute on the island. Looking down, your connection was correct. Pan was down there, blowing away softly on his pan flute, seeming to really be getting into it. His eyes were closed, as his body gently swayed to the music he played for you, the delicate sound putting you at bliss.

Once he came to a stop, he finally opened his eyes, seeing the warm smile on your face. You asked him to play it one more time, and he was happy to do so. When he was done, you motioned for him to come up and come inside, the smile never leaving your face. His was starting to form as he knew it worked. You never invited anyone up there. Until now.

You grabbed his hand as soon as he was at the top with you, pulling him inside. “That was beautiful, Peter. Did you make it up?” You curiously asked, sitting crisscrossed on your bed, while he leaned against a desk. 

He shrugged, “Only for a special someone.” He winked at you, your heart rate picking up a little as you blushed at his words. “The pan flute itself is something special for you, love.”

“What do you mean?” He picked it up from the desk he laid it on, handing it to you and letting you inspect it. Not seeing any difference, you raised your eyebrow. “It seems like a regular pan flute, the one that you play for the lost boys.”

“Yes, darling, but try blowing in it.” 

Doing as he said, still confused, you blew air through the hole. But no sound came out. Now you were really in a bewilderment as you stared at the flute. “Is it…broken?” 

Pan grabbed it back from you, blowing air into the holes like you did, only this time..sound came out. You tilted your head, now just frustrated on why he wouldn’t just tell you. “I made it special for you, Y/n. It’s a pan flute only I can blow into and it’ll make music…only you can hear.” 

“You mean..I’m the only one who can hear the music? Just me?” You smiled at him, putting your hand to your heart in astonishment. He smiled back, setting the flute back down as he walked over to you. Pan sat on the bed next to you, reaching his hand up slowly to caress your cheek.

“Only you, my love. That way, I can play you music at night to help you to sleep, and wake you up in the morning, or whenever you want me to play it for you, I will. You’re own special pan flute, for my little lost girl.” His thumb rubbed over your cheekbone, you sighing happily at the contact. 

This meant a lot to you, coming from Pan, the demon who swore off love for as long as his immortal life gave him. It might not seem like that much, but to go out of his way to make a pan flute just for you to hear, seemed like something from the bottom of his heart to you. There was no fighting it any longer, this boy had your heart and you were going to let him have it. 

You leaned in without warning, connecting your lips in a soft and gently kiss. A little taken aback, he snapped from his daze to kiss you back, his other hand coming up and holding your other cheek. He pulled away for quick moment, running his thumb over your bottom lip, a content grin on his face. 

“All it took was a pan flute and a song, hm? And what was that talk about me not having your heart in a million and one years?” His grin deepened, his eyes shining in pure amusement as you just rolled yours.

“Just shut up and kiss me, dammit.” You gripped his collar, pulling him closer, to where your noses brushed against each other. 

He chuckles softly, his hands traveling downward until they rested on your waist. “Among other things…” Connecting your lips again, you leaned backward until you laid upon the bed, with Pan hovering above you. 

He rested his hips in between your legs, each arm placed on the sides of your head as he deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of your lips as if he would never get this opportunity again. One hand slowly reached down, hiking up your gown to expose you bare legs to him, along with your underwear. His finger hooked onto the waistband, tugging it just a little and then letting it go, to smack back against your skin. The sudden contact made you gasp, giving his tongue access to enter your warm mouth, rapidly moving it around in the new territory. 

You moaned softly at the new feeling, not even given a chance to dominate his, not like you had one to begin with. Your hips bucked up, wanting more, brushing your crotches together. The friction alone was enough to push Pan over the edge of being gentle, something definitely snapped from within him. His sat up from the bed, alarming you in thinking that he was going to leave, but he just gently patted your head. 

“Calm down, darling. I just need you to undress for me, okay?” He calmly asked, his eyes dark with lust. You nodded slowly as he walked over to the lantern that lit the room, blowing out the candle to where nothing but the moonlight shined through the room. You hesitantly slipped off your night gown, blushing at the thought that he was going to see..well…everything. He turned around seeing that expression on your face, walking back over to you. His hands rubbed up and down your bare shoulders, trying to calm you down a little. 

“Hey,” He gently spoke, making sure that he caught your eyes with his. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. You are truly and utterly beautiful, so please don’t hide such beauty from me,” He gestured to your crossed arms over your chest. Biting your lip, you continued to stare into his eyes. Even though they were clouded with lust, such love was also held in them as he stared right back at you. Slowly, you remove your arms, Pan biting his lip as his eyes traveled to the new territory. He reached forward a little, looking at you in approval to touch you. Nodding your head, both of his hands cupped your breasts, sending chill bumps all around your body. 

His hands squeezed, a small gasp escaping your mouth as you placed your hands over his. “Y-You’re fully dressed, that’s not very fair..” You pouted, Pan chuckling slightly as you went for his shirt. Getting him undressed until he was left in nothing but his undergarments, he went right back to business. He pulled you in close to his body, your chest pressed against his as you shared an intense kiss, pouring every ounce of love for one another into it. His hands gripped your hips tightly, mumbling a ‘jump’ while your lips were still together. Obeying, you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he carried you back to the bed slowly. 

Crashing onto the bed, in the previous position you were in before, the less clothing covering up your center from his only intensified the heat that traveled to your core. You could already feel him pressing against you, just begging to be noticed. Feeling a little bold, you move your hand down while tracing his abdomen on the way, until you finally reached your destination. You rubbed the area casually, feeling it become even more stiff than it was before. Pan grunted softly in your ear, his hips slightly thrusting more into your palm as his breathing became heavier. 

“Do y-you see what you’ve done to me, gorgeous? B-Barely even touched me, and you’ve turned m-me into a stuttering, horny mess.” He bit his lip as you continued to rub him, grinning to yourself that you have this kind of effect. He groaned, his head resting in the crook of your neck, letting you feel him for as long as you desired. Knowing that he wanted more, you tugged his trousers down until he finally sprung free, letting out a large exhale now that he was out of tight containment. You decided to flip your positions, Pan laying on his back while you took his trousers all the way off, throwing them on the floor somewhere. 

Pan lifted himself onto his elbows, watching you closely as you sunk to your knees in between his legs. You traced the tip of his cock with a delicate finger, the sounds of him trying to contain himself only made you giggle, as you were indeed barely even touching him. 

“Darling…please do something…” 

“Is that begging I hear? Peter Pan begging to me?” You gripped him whole in one hand, making him jerk his hips upward at the sudden action. “What a turn on that is, my love.” You leaned up, peppering the base in feather-like kisses, until you felt like he’s had enough teasing. 

Without warning, you took as much of him as you could into your warm and welcoming mouth, a slight gurgling noise coming deep from his throat as he sighed in relief right after. You moved your head up and down at first in a slow and steady pace, taking in the sounds that he made as one of his hands came up to tangle in your hair tightly. 

Hollowing out your cheeks nearly drove the man insane, as he accidentally made you choke once he thrust up at the new feeling. The slight tugging at your hair gave you a signal that the teasing better stop, but it was too much fun. 

“Y-Y/n, baby, please s-stop fucking arou-oh God!” He yelped as you sped up, whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth, your other hand could take care of. You moaned around him as he carefully started thrusting to match your rhythm, his groans filling the air and his head leaned back into the bed. The grip on your hair tightened as you felt his member pulsate, alarming you that he was close. Pan quickly yanked you up, releasing him and allowing him to catch his breath, you doing the same. 

His eyes lids drooped as he massaged the back of your head because of his hard tugging. He stared down at you in awe, his jaw dropped as his face was completely flushed. Pan slightly glared at you as an amused look danced upon your face. “You are such a naughty girl,” He rasped, gripping your jaw as he pulled you up to your feet, to where you stood in between his legs. “Never knew what wonders this mouth could do, always imagined, but they can’t compare to what you just did. But the teasing wasn’t a smart move, sweetheart.” 

Your stared at him through hooded eyes, straddling his waist as your wrapped your arms around his neck. “What are you going to do to me, sir?” You purred, sending shivers down his back. 

“Fuck, say that again,” He gripped your waist tightly, the material of your underwear rubbing deliciously against his throbbing member. You smirked down at him, scratching at his chest and collar bones slowly, making him growl in approval. 

“What are you going to do to me…sir?” You whispered in his ear, biting the lobe. That did the trick. He was so over being a gentlemen, as his full demon started to show. He flipped the two of you over, his hands pressing your wrists to the bed. Holding you there with one hand, his other reached down into your underwear, rubbing at the burning skin that has been dying to be touched. You moaned out at the sudden contact, his hand moving at lightning speed against your clit that had your hips squirming. Pan literally moaned at the feel of you, burning hot and practically soaking through your underwear. He ripped off the material to shreds, licking his lips once he finally got a look at you. “My God, look at you. You’re soaking, baby…all for me,” He cooed, while you just moaned in response. 

Time and time again, Pan dreamed of having you like this. At his mercy, a panting mess, begging for HIM this time. The circles on your nub came to a slowing stop, making you gasp for more.

“N-No please, don’t stop, don’t stop..!” You whimpered, shaking your hips side to side to get more friction, but he just let go of your wrists to hold you down to the bed. Pan chuckled darkly as he leaned down to take your right bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it again and again. You gripped on his hair, crying out in pure pleasure. The feeling of a single digit entering you heightened the pleasure, thrusting at the same pace as he worked your nipple. Tugging it with his teeth had you scream his name, surprising him. Blushing madly, you cover your mouth, embarrassed at your loudness.

“No, love, do that again. You’re pretty sounds are what fuels my fire,” He went knuckle deep into your core, curling the finger upward until he hit the right spot, making you arch your back and howl at the sensation. He drew his attention to your left nipple, showing it just as much attention as the other one had. You started to clench around the one finger, your moans increasing, but to take the cake Pan added a second finger, going twice the speed than the first. You choked on a moan, your body jolted upward as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You needed one more push, you were almost there…until he decided to pull his fingers out.

“No no no, Peter! Please, please don’t do this, I was so close!” You whined, practically in tears that you weren’t given release. He smirked at you, pushing you back down onto the bed, and snug himself in between your legs again. In a swift and fast motion, he thrust himself inside of you. 

All of him at once. 

You gasped so loudly, but was so sure that oxygen was no longer a thing you worried about. A sudden tear slid down your cheek, alarming him of what he had done. “Y-Y/n! Darling, I am so sorry, d-did I hurt you?! Are you hurt?!” He was about to pull out, until your legs wrapped around his waist, securing him from going anywhere. You gripped his lower back, digging your nails into his skin while you bit your lip to lessen the pain. He wiped your tear away, a regretful look on his face. “I’m so sorry, love.”

“I-I’m fine, I’m okay…really,” You smiled weakly at him, rubbing up and down his back. “P-Please, just f-fuck me, sir…” 

That made his eyes widen in surprise, but smile down at you no less. “Christ, I love you.” He leaned down, kissing your lips gently to distract you from the pain, as he slowly thrusts in and out of you until you got used to the feeling.

From you previous action, it stretched you out just enough to where the pain didn’t last for that long and you were back to your moaning state. You held onto his back as he gradually started to pick up the pace, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pounded in and out of you. 

Pan lifted you upward to get a better angle, burying himself deeper into you, to where he reached certain spots that had the both of you groaning with pleasure.

“Oh m-my God, Y/n…” Pan moaned in your ear, holding you impossibly close to him, afraid that if he leg go he would loose this feeling. “You’re so bloody tight-AH but you take me so well!” He started planting kisses all over the area of your neck, sucking on the spots that got the most reaction out of you.

Your moans turned high pitched at this brand new feeling you have never in your life experienced before, it wasn’t like anything else in the world. You rocked to the rhythm of his thrusts, clawing up and down his back, receiving growls of appreciation.  

“F-Fuck Peter, harder please, fuck me harder!” You pleaded, not believing it yourself that these words were coming out of your mouth. He did as you asked, your earlier events of teasing making it easier to reach your climaxes. His thrusts started to become sloppy, his groaning increasing as well as his speed. It was almost inhuman how fast he was going in and out of you.

“O-On three, princess, okay?” He whispered in your ear, getting you to nod quickly in response, as you tightened around him, signaling that you were close as well. “One…” One hard thrust, jerking you further up the bed. “Two…” another hard thrust, this time timing making you cry out as it hit your special spot head-on. Your head lulled back, your eyes closing tightly as Pan found it again. He smirked down at you, returning his fast movement, hitting that spot over and over and over again. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh God!” You called out, literal tears streaming down your face, intoxicated on the feeling of him, all of him. 

“Three!” He exclaimed, a long groan flowing out of his mouth, as he came aggressively. You screamed out, literal scream, as you clung to his back from dear life, finally able to let it all out. You felt the hot spurts as Pan came inside of you, still thrusting in and out to milk out both of your intense orgasms.

You continued to clench around his softening member, your whole body twitching and in pure bliss as your brain tingled and buzzed from the event that took place. Pan finally came to a stop, his face looking as if he was on the best high of his life, the lust completely drained from his face and was replaced with dorky smile. He pulled out of you slowly, rolling onto his back, as the both of you breathed heavily to catch your breaths. Sweat gleamed on your bodies the moonlight, the sound of you breathing and the wind blowing the only thing you two could hear.

“Wow..” You broke the silence, looking over to see a cocky smirk play on his lips. “I’ve had better,” You teased, getting a scoff in response.

“Oh, don’t even try it, I brought you to tears, love.” He wiped away the few that stayed on your cheeks, pulling you in close to his chest. Too weak and exhausted to move, with a wave of his hands, and blanket was placed over the two of you. Pan kissed your forehead gently, rubbing delicate circles on your lower back. “You know, you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Have fun healing from those scratches,” You poked his chest, looking up at him, with your eyelids slowly becoming heavier.

Pan looked down at you lovingly, cuddling you closer. Never in his life did he think this day would ever come. Cuddling after semi-aggressive love making. But, he’s not complaining. 

“I love you, my little lost girl.”

“I love you too, Peter Pan.” You hummer, slowly falling into a deep sleep, him following suit. “You know what I realized?”

“Hm?” He mumbled with his eyes closed.

“The lost boys might not have heard the music, but I know that they heard us.”

Pan giggled, the sound alone making you smile softly. “Good.” 

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I Hate You, I Love You

Note: Another great idea form @avengersrulez1536​! based on the song ‘I love you, I hate you.’ by Gnash- I was thinking a love triangle between the reader, Pan and Baelfire instead of the line ‘I’ll never be her, it would be ‘never be him’. Baelfire has a crush on the reader but the reader and Pan are in a relationship so when Balfire prepares to leave he tells the the reader that he loves her but hates her but hates that he is in love with her and she doesn’t know how to react but hates herself for letting Balfire fall for her and she gets upset then a cheesy moment between her and Pan and he lets her go :D

Note: So this is my first time trying to incorporate a song into the story so I apologise if this is nothing like what you were expecting. When the lyrics are in italics they are in Bae’s mind. The other ones are spoken out by him. I didn’t include all of them just the ones I felt would fit the story more. Again I am soooo sorry if this is terrible!

Reader x Pan x Baelfire


Warnings: None

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs are mine. All credit goes to their creators. Also the lyrics to the song are not mine <3

Things on Neverland were amazing. In fact your time here had been something you could never have imagined up in your own mind. You were in love, head over heels as a matter of fact, and it wasn’t just with anyone, oh no, it was with the King of Neverland himself. Peter Pan. He could still be just as mean towards you as he was his boys, he had a reputation to keep after all, but at the end of the day his arms would always be wrapped around you lovingly. That was what mattered to you.

But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows for everyone that resided in the camp. Not that you or Pan would ever notice given the happiness you both felt.

Baelfire, or ‘Bae’ as you liked to call him, is one of the few Lost Boys you would consider your best friend and the reason why the place that had once been his dream come true had become a living nightmare was because he was in love……with you.

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People That Could Possibly Be The Real Peter Pan

I made a list, here it is:

Robbie Kay- Alright so we’ll just start off with him because he actually plays Peter Pan in Once Upon A Time, a dark one that is, but still Peter Pan none the less. Anywho, he is so cute and he has the floppy hair and the little button nose, gOSH HE SO CU TE

Rupert Grint- Alrighty then, I know it’s kinda hard to see him as anything other than Ron Weasley, but you see it too right? I mean look at this cutie, he’s got the classic red Peter Pan hair, and a darling smile and I could go on forever like seriously give this boy a feather hat and some tights and he’s good to go

Ashton Irwin- I don’t f*cking care if you have something against him or his band I will literally fight you I mean C'mon he’s a cute little ball of fuzzy kitties and sunshine and he has the hair and a cute smile and this adorable little giggle that he does, and who knows maybe modern Peter Pan wears a bandana instead of a green hat you never know

Thomas Sangster- Don’t even argue with me on this he is probably living on an island with a bunch of little kids he calls Lost Boys in his spare time because he DOESN’T AGE and he had been lookin fourteen for how long now??? And plus he has the hair and nose and sparkly eyes and I NEED TO STOP BEFORE I FAINT

Niall Horan- Yes I know I’m not their biggest fan for sure but LOOK at this dude and tell me you can’t see him knocking on your window in the middle of the night {{ha wow that sounded a LOT less creepy in my head oh well}} but look his face is a sure match of the cartoon kinda and the little facial expression just sells the whole Peter Pan thing, I’M CONVINCED SHUTUP AND PLEASE KEEP READING CUZ I AIN’T DONE WITH Y'ALL

Andrew Garfield- OH GEEZ wow okay Spiderman has reached a whole new level and I think that I can see him being the cute dude from Neverland I mean wow what gorgeous eyes and cute smile and nose and hey HAS ANYONE SEEN SOME RED HAIR DYE AND A PAIR OF TIGHTS???

Jacob Loftland- I’m screaming because this is the boy who PLAYS ARIS in The Scorch Trials  and OH BOY don’t even get me started on how pretty he is but can you even tell me no? NO YOU CANNOT BECAUSE I DO WHAT I WANT and I see him as Peter Pan and just why is it fair to any of us that he is this cute because I dont get it when is he gonna get the role of Peter Pan???

Logan Lerman- Do I even have to explain this one just LOOK AT THIS SHY LITTLE SH*T WHO THINKS HE’S ALLOWED TO BE THIS CUTE but he’s got the little bit of shyness about him and he has that kinda super cute look on his face and he is freaking PERCY JACKSON and how could he be a better Peter Pan tho

Alright so if you don’t agree with my list you can shut your wh**e mouth because this is my opinion and I’m feeling super confident and I don’t know maybe they all live in Neverland with each other and they’re all a type of Peter Pan and they bring girls to their island, and I don’t know bout you but I really need some celebrity Peter Pan AUs now so Imma go try and find some


A/N: Okay, confession time. I can’t help, but think that Neil Perry from Dead Poet’s Society deserves to be Puck(a mischievous elf) for as long as he wants to. The best thing I could do for him is make him a Lost Boy. I’m only using the actor, Neil’s name, bits of his personality, and his issues. All credit goes to whomever created this cinnamon roll.

By the time Peter found the new Lost Boy, he was worried that he might have come too late. The boy sat all alone in his room, an air of melancholy hanging over him and forcing him down. His head was low as if ashamed while he fiddled with his hands. Lightly, Peter tapped on his window to get his attention.

The boy’s head snapped up. His eyes held his panic as he looked around his room to see what had made the noise. A boy dressed in green was outside his window, which was peculiar. Neil had never seen that boy in his life. Did he somehow scale the wall outside his bedroom. Impossible, Neil could not even get down the wall without falling. Hesitantly, Neil opened the window and asked, “Who are you?”

“I’m Peter Pan,” He introduced himself to the new Lost Boy. Since that moment, Neil was an official Lost Boy. Emotions surged through him as he saw the majestic island. He gripped his poetry book that he insisted to bring so he wouldn’t drop it in the clear waters below.  

Neil placed the book in the tent that he had be assigned with other boys, hoping that no harm would come to it. Already, some of the boys were teasing him, but he was more concerned about someone else on the island. You.

When he was settled in, it was dinner time. The barbaric ways of the boys made him laugh and cringe at the same time. Only when Neil’s eyes found yours was when he knew something was wrong. Peter Pan talked to you a little during dinner, but he left since you weren’t replying like you normally did. This carried through to the bonfire and Neil decided to talk to you, the only girl of the Lost Boys. 

“Hello,” he greeted politely, “I’m Neil. I’m the new Lost Boy.” You simply smiled a clearly fake smile. “You look around my age, I’m guessing.” Neil tried to get you to look a bit better, if he could, but he had little experience with girls. Peter, still playing his pan pipes, looked at him and you talking and kept an eye on the conversation. The Lost Boys were well aware that you were Pan’s, even if the two of you weren’t technically with each other. Neil was unknowing of this.

“I am actually older than I look,” you replied, trying to appear nice for the new Lost Boy, “I am Y/N.” Silence ensued until you mentioned how clear the sky was that night.

A poem by Walt Whitman came to mind so Neil sat down as if he was reading from his book and said in a clear voice, “This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, /Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, /Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best./ Night, sleep, and the stars.” 

To his surprise, you grinned at that, almost to yourself. “That was beautiful,” you complimented.

“And not mine,” Neil chuckled, “It’s by Walt Whitman, a poet back where I come from. There are plenty of more poems that could be read.”

Taking a sip from your glass, you murmured, “That sounds really nice.“ The rest of the night, Neil recited other poems to you, even some that he came up with. That night started a friendship between the two of you.

The Lost Boys warned Neil about you, that you were Pan’s, but he shrugged it off, since it was just a friendly relationship between you two. You were the only person that enjoyed poetry as much as he did and, regardless of gender, he enjoyed telling you them and watching your eyes light up with the different poems.

Before Neil came to Neverland, you were not your normal self, Peter noted. You didn’t do anything and replied with the minimum amount of words to get your point across. Peter hated to see you so clearly unhappy. When Neil arrived, he tried to lift your spirits, but you simply stated that you were tired and didn’t feel like talking.

Of course, that all changed when Neil started talking to you. At first, Peter was thrilled that you were returning to yourself, yet, as you began meeting with Neil more and more, he couldn’t help feel envious of the two of you. You had been on this island for so long and all it took was a boy, that wasn’t Peter, to cheer up from God knows what.

Neil was useful in other fields, such as throwing knives and sword fighting. He wasn’t terrible enough to use that as a reason. Besides, Peter couldn’t kill him without your morose behavior returning.

About two weeks since that night, Peter noticed that you and Neil were both missing again. His rising irritability about your meetings with Neil peaked and he found himself trudging to the beach where you were with Neil.

He could see the two of you sitting on the beach while Neil recited something. Peter could only hear the end of the poem that he was telling you. “My dear friend, I love thee still. / It were treason to our love, / And a sin to God above, / One iota to abate / Of a pure impartial hate.”

You scrunched your mouth up with concentration. “Is it…” you paused before lighting up when you recognized the writing style, “Thoreau?”

“Yeah, you got it,” Neil chuckled, “You’re getting good at knowing the authors just by their poems.” Peter watched the two of you talk as he clenched his fists and considered Neil’s death again.

He should not be close to what was Pan’s. The Lost Boys warned him for a reason. Peter didn’t act kindly when obnoxiously interactive boys around you, but it was normally an interaction from the boy. You had never reciprocated the actions. That is, until Neil came.

Finally, the two of you stood up to get back to camp. Peter took the chance to reveal himself from the shadows. The look of shock on Neil’s face brought satisfaction to Peter who smirked darkly in response. “Y/N, stay here, will you?”

“Sure,” you replied. Neil looked confused before swiftly leaving the beach. “What do you want, Pan?”

“I was just curious as to why you kept meeting with the new Lost Boy out of camp,” Peter stated cooly.

“We’re just reading poetry.” Your confusion is evident as you try to work out why Pan, Evil King of Neverland, cared about what you do with the Lost Boys, although none of the boys wanted to be near you.

You and Peter were friends, but having one friend for as many years you’ve been on Neverland does make a person lonely. Peter is interesting enough to spend a lifetime with, but lifetimes as a friend is another thing.

Peter scoffed, “Poetry? There isn’t some other way to spend time on a magical island?”

“Well, I like it, Pan,” you said, “I don’t understand why it effects you that I actually made a friend.” Having said that, you immediately cringed internally. It was such an insensitive thing to say to an actual friend. Only friends, you reminded yourself.

“We’re friends.”

“So, I can’t be friends with other people?” You retorted.

Surprisingly, Pan had no answer to the question. He bit the inside of his cheek while thinking. “Perhaps, you could tell me some poems? Help me understand why you like it?”

The response made you freeze. Pan didn’t like changes, especially when it came to his opinions. He never changed his mind about anything. If Peter thought poetry was pointless at first, he shouldn’t have asked about it. From experiences, he would just roll his eyes and walk away, indicating that it should never be mentioned to him again.

You took a seat on the sand and motioned for him to sit down. Peter hesitantly sat next to you, looking in your eyes for some kind of sign. Maybe, a sign of affection or even attraction? Your eyes brightened as you enthusiastically told Peter of the poets and their works that changed the mortal world and its people for the better. Writing styles come and go, depending on a number of things, such as beliefs or the governing power. They changed for the better.

As the day sank in the sky, Peter found him entranced with you and your passion for the written word. The night breeze carried itself on the beach, lowering the temperature noticeably. Having noticed this, Peter swiftly put his arms around you into a tight embrace.

Heat flushed to your cheeks as you looked up to his eyes and face that no poet could describe as perfectly as how you noticed it. He pursed his lips slightly before slowly moving closer to you. When you made no move to back away, Peter placed his lips gently on yours. It was surprising, although in a good way.

The kiss only lasted a few moments until the two of you pulled away. He looked down and met your glance again. “I think I like poetry as well.”

“It’s hard to not to,” you breathed out, immediately full of the feeling of something new. Each detail jumped at you in that moment. The sky was blue, adorned with stars. The sand was cool and silky against their feet. Trees loomed over the two and the moon watched over them as the night grew later.

You could already imagine a poem you couldn’t wait to see if you could write what you felt in that exact moment, but that was for the next day. Right then, it was just Peter, you, and the unwritten poems about the two of you ready to be created.

After Midnight

This was inspired by this awesome imagine: X so creds to the original author :)

Summary: The reader left Peter a year ago, and still wonders if she made the right decision. Peter has to put his two-sense in, naturally. (kinda sorta dark-ish Pan??? maybe???) 

“Knock knock,” My mother poked her head through the door. “Time for bed, love.”

         “But Mom, I’m almost done with this chapter, and-”

         “Y/N, it’s after midnight!” She laughed lightly, which turned into a yawn. “You can finish your book tomorrow. Off to bed with you, come on. Do I need to tuck you in?”

         “No,” I told her, biting my lip to suppress my smile. She just shook her head and crossed the room, securing me under the covers and placing a tender kiss on my forehead. She set my book on top of my bookshelf and turned off the lamp. The only source of light in my small bedroom was the tiny nightlight in the corner and the full moon softly glowing through the window.

         My mother whispered, “Goodnight, love,” as she closed the door, and I was alone.

         I used to love being alone. I used to cherish the precious few minutes of silence that would allow me to be alone with my thoughts. But that was before…

         No. I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled onto my side, facing the wall. I wasn’t going to think about that. I had made the right decision. It was over a year ago. There was nothing I could do about it now.

         Still, there were parts of me that wondered… heinous curiosity that questioned what it would’ve been like if I hadn’t…

         Stop. Don’t do this to yourself. He told you that you only had one chance, and you made your choice.

         I don’t think I made a bad decision at all, actually. I loved my mother. I loved our brownstone in London. I loved my school and my books and birthday parties and future.

         But sometimes I found myself wondering if the things I loved were worth giving that up. Giving him up.

         But of course! I scowled at my train of thought. Mom was definitely worth it. She would lose her mind without me. And having a secure roof over my head was definitely worth it as well.

         As I laid there, struggling to fall asleep, I could still hear his voice in my head. Sometimes we have to do things for ourselves, without thinking about others. He had said when he was trying to convince me to stay. You belong here. You don’t have to go back.

         My heart felt heavy. I had wanted so badly to tell him that yes, I would stay with him, I would go anywhere with him. But I couldn’t do that to my mother. I couldn’t just abandon my life here for some… some boy…

         But he wasn’t just some boy.

         “Thinking of me?”

         I jumped, sheets tangling around me as I faced the boy that had plagued my mind since I had left him a year ago.

         He looked exactly the same- well of course he did; he would never change, never grow old, never experience a full life. He would forever be a teenager.

         His hair was slightly longer than I remember it, curling at the ends. His eyes were jade, but they may have just appeared dark because of the low lighting. He was still tall, with awkward broad shoulders and long fingers that he would never grow into. He was still the same.


         Peter Pan raised an eyebrow. “So you do remember me, then?” He shifted his weight. “I’m glad. I would’ve thought you’d have forgotten me by now- you’re happy enough without me, right? Got your mother to-”

         “Stop.” I ordered. My breathing had become labored pants; my palms were slick and the neck of my nightgown sticky. I closed my eyes tightly.

         “What was that?” I could hear him step closer, feet creaking across the hardwood.

         I bit down on my lower lip sharply. “You’re not real.”

         This made him laugh- a cold, humorless laugh that made my stomach churn. “What makes you say that?”

         “You’re not here.” I said, more for myself than him. “You’re not real. When I open my eyes, you’ll be gone.”

         Silence. Cautiously, I peeked.

         Peter was still standing there with his arms crossed and his tongue pressed against his cheek. “Maybe you should reconsider that statement.” He said coolly. “Because I am quite real, but not very forgiving- although I’m sure you already know that.”

         I just stared at him. How was any of this possible? Why had he come? I have to be dreaming; I have to be asleep…

         “I like your room.” Peter surveyed it with disinterest. “It’s very… what’s the word… mature.”

         He padded over to my desk and traced the edge of a photograph. “This your mother?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at me. “You look like her.”

         When that didn’t get a response out of me, he let out a breathy chuckle. “Are we playing the quiet game?” Peter inquired with a mischievous smirk. “I wish you would’ve told me. You know I love a good game.” He slowly came toward me. “Unfortunately, now’s not the time for games. You see, Y/N…”

         I quickly scooted away as he placed one knee on the edge of the bed, and then the other, crawling up to me until my back was pressed against the wall and his face was inches from mine, eyes half-lidded and crazed.

         “You made the wrong choice. I’ve come to make it right. I’ve come to bring you back to Neverland.”

         “No-” I tried to get out, but he chuckled and placed a finger against my lips.

         “No need to thank me.” He cooed, leaning closer so that his nose brushed mine. “I know what you need. I know what’s best for you. I know that you’ve regretted your decision since the words first passed your lips.”

         Peter’s finger ran over them for emphasis. He watched closely, exhaling softly and shakily as he did so.

         “We’re going, you and I,” he continued, voice dropping to a whisper. “Right now. I’m taking you away from here once and for all.”

         I pushed his hand off but still held it in mine so not to anger him. “Peter…”

         He was up in an instant, agitated and standing at the foot of my bed. “You’re not happy here, Y/N.” He ranted. “I can make you happy. I can do that. You tried with your mother, and she obviously isn’t doing something right.”

         “You’re wrong!” I spat. “You don’t know anything!”

         Peter quirked an eyebrow. “I don’t know anything? Really? Is that what you really think? Come on, surely you’re smarter than that.”

         “You’re wrong about this.” I tried again. “I am happy here.”

         His nostrils flared. “Y/N, you know better than to lie to me.”

         “And I’m not!” I insisted. “I happen to like my life here, Peter! I don’t need to do something selfish and outlandish to feel good.”

         As soon as I said the words, I wanted to take them back. I knew I had crossed a line, a very sensitive, very dangerous line. It was obvious from the flame that had ignited in Peter’s eyes that I was in deep trouble.

         “Selfish and outlandish?” He repeated slowly, almost emotionlessly. It was terrifying how still his composure was. I wished that he would scream and punch a wall. Anything but this scary, staring figure.

         Another soft chuckle. “Okay,” He nodded, licking over his lips. “I’ll show you selfish and outlandish.” Then he lunged.

Our moments (Peter Pan imagine)

Request: hey, just wanted to say I love you account and I want to ask for an imagine if that’s ok? if you have the time please write one about Peter Pan where peter gets really mad at you for doing something and yells at you to leave him alone and you get very quite and Felix notices and asks pan about it and when he goes to look for you, you’ve run off and you’re curled up having a panic attack and Peter calms you down and just fluff 

Requested by: casualcolorstarfish

Warning: This imagine contains some mentions of sex, depression & violence. But the worst thing is my bad english, sorry for that! 

A/N: Thank you for the request, casualcolorstarfish and thanks for liking my blog ♥ Hope you will like this.
Soo… this imagine is a little bit long, but I just got lost in writing this and I just think this is the best imagine with Pan that I have written. Also, the requests are still open, so if you want an imagine, don’t worry to message me! ^^

You loved Peter, seriously, you did. A lot. 
But sometimes there were times when you wanted to be all alone, but he didn’t let you. Maybe it was because of he lost his son, maybe it was because of he felt alone, broken and was afraid that he’s loose you too, so he was with you all the time. I’m not trying to say that he was a total puppy, he was still that evil Peter Pan, which screamed at everyone and liked to be king of everything and rule everything. Well, then there were you and he couldn’t control you, he wasn’t your king, he was just your lover, someone who you loved and he loved you, but he couldn’t tell you what to do. And he wanted to change that. 

“Ben! Ben! Stop it!” You yelled at one of the lost boys, which was running around the camp with your diary.
Today was awesome, oh, should I say the best? No, I’ll stay by awesome, I guess that when Pan brings you to orgasm four times, it’s not the best, not that I would not feel like the best person in that time, but… oh, you know what I mean. Of course you do, I’m the only one who’ll ever read this and well, I know what I mean when I say or write something. Gosh, I can still feel that I’m wet when I’m thinking about mine and Peters last night. Is that bad?” He read out loud and all of the lost boys laughed, some yelley things like ewwwww

“Ben!” You yelled once again and took your diary from his hands. “Oh, you little bastard.” 
“C’mon, Y/N, are you horny right now? You could fuck me too and I think it would make you more wet.” He laughed and you laughed a little bit too. Ben was like your younger brother, plus he was younger, and he knew how much you were into Pan and well, he told you that it’s just ewwww thinking about you and him even kissing, so you knew he was joking.

But Pan, sitting by the fire didn’t. And he frowned in that moment. You were supposted to give Ben a slap, or yell at him, not… laugh at his point. 

“Y/N!” Pan stood up and looked at you. “Come with me.” 

You smiled at the boys and ran to Peter. “Yes, Pan?”
“I’m Peter for you.” That made him even more mad. 

You shrugged your shoulders and went with him to your tent. Well, was it Pan’s tent? No, it was probably your boths. 

“What do you w-” you were shut by him kissing you roughly. You smiled about it and kissed him back. 

“Give me a lapdance, Y/N.” He mumbled and sat on his bed, squeezing your butt and bit your lip. 
“What?” You frowned. “No, Pa-eter.”

“Do it.” He growled at you and you stood up from him. “No.” 
“Why not? You would do it for Ben gladly!” He stood up too. 

“What? Pan I-”
“I’m Peter for you!” 
“Don’t baby me!” 

“What did I do?” You looked at him, frowning. 
“Don’t act like you don’t know. You think Ben is hot, don’t you?”

“No! He’s like a brother to me.” 
You expected something like No, he’s not. or You’re mine., but definitely not what you got.

Pan wanted to slap you, he really wanted to, but didn’t do it. He started to yell again. “Leave me alone!” 
Leave me, Y/N! Or I’ll make you go away from Neverland.” 

You froze. He couldn’t do it. Neverland was home for you and… you had no place to go. Your family was dead, you were here for like seventy years and he told you you’ll have to go away if you won’t listen to him.

You went back to the camp, you saw Felix playing with youngest boys and Ben laughing with teenagers. Usualy, you would sit next to them and talk and laugh too, well, now you just sat close to the fire, all alone and watched it. It was like your own world, you had some time to think.

You were like that for almost a month. And in all that month, you didn’t speak with Pan. Not even once. And you were quiet all the time, you almost forgot how your voice sound. And the boys did too. 

You were sitting by the fire, all alone and Pan on the other side, with Felix.

He was quiet too, but he wasn’t sad like you, he was still mad. 
“Pan, what’s wrong?” Felix looked at him. 
“What do you mean? Everything is perfect.”

“Look at Y/N, does she look like she’s okay?” 
I don’t care about her.” He said and that part you heard, everyone heard that. You stood up quickly and went to the forest, you needed to breathe. 
“Are you fucking crazy?!” You heard Felix whisper-yell, before you ran away to the beach. 

You were on the beach for the whole day, you needed to dring, you needed eat. But you didn’t, you just sat there in tears and watched the sea in front of you. 

You felt how bad you breathe. But you didn’t care. 
Then you saw two birds on the tree, by each other, probably cuddling and you started to cry hard. It wasn’t just that you had tears on your cheeks, now it was loud, you puffed hard and almost screamed from cry, you felt how you can’t breathe and how you are shaking. All of that for bastard like Pan, but bastard you loved. 

You felt horrible. And that shaking didn’t stop. You felt that you were hot, breathing went harder and you dugged your fingers into the sand. 

“Y/N?” You heard someone behind you, but you didn’t turn around to look at that person, you knew very well who that was. And the way he said your name made you even worse.

Leave me alone.” You said through tears. And that burned Pan by the heart, it wasn’t okay for him seeing you like this. But the feeling that he made this to you made him feel miserable.

“Y/N, please, just-”
“Leave m-” you had to breathe deeply, “me alone.”
“No, I’m not going anywhere.” He took your hand slowly. It just felt so right even tho you hated that feeling of loving his touch.

“Okay, that’s right. Now look at me.” 
You didn’t react. 
“Y/N, look at me.” He said emphatically, but still so softly. 
You looked at him and squeezed his hand. 
“Think about something nice.” He said and put your hair behind your ear.

“I- can’t- I don’t know- about- what.” You sobbed.
“Think about boys. About dancing with them around the fire.” 
You tried it, but that didn’t help at all. 

“Think about mermaid lagoon. About swimming there and imagining… whatever, think about the beautiful water.” His finger found it’s way to your cheek and he moved your tear away.
“No- that- no.” Still didn’t help, you just felt worse under his touches.

Think about us.” He said desperately. “Think about the times when I learned you how to fight,

think about the times when we danced around the fire. And I was terrible, do you remember? I stepped on your foots so many times.

Or when I was so jealous because you were talking with Felix and laughing. Because of you are so beautiful and I just can’t even thinking about loosing you. And well, you made me know that you’re mine. 

Do you remember how proud I was when you helped me in fights against Emma and her little squad? 

And when you gave me that awesome coat? It was horrible, to be honest, it was just too hot and I couldn’t see anything, but it was from you and I loved it.

“But not as much as I love you, Y/N. And… I’m sorry.” It was the first time that Pan apologized. You looked at him with your shaking eyes, but now it wasn’t because of you’d be at the bottom now, you were on top. Thanks to him. 

“I love you, Peter.” You smiled and wanted to kiss him, but he smiled even more and looked at you with happiness in his eyes. “You told me Peter.”
“I did.” 
And then he finally kissed you. You knew it was just some normal kiss like all of these kisses, but this felt special. In this kiss, you felt something.

“How did you do that?” You looked at him once more.

“Don’t you know, love?” he stood up.

*GIFS are not mine! All credits to the owners.

Tag Challenge!


NAME: My name is actually already written in my blog… ;) 

NICKNAMES: People here call me Alia (it’s a nickname conned by a friend of mine. Apparently my name isn’t good enough so she spelled it backwards much to her enjoyment. I’m looking at you, Ava.)


SIGN: Gemini

HEIGHT: 5′1. (I’m adamant at that one inch, okay?)

FAVORITE COLOR: Blue. Any shades of blue except for that default one in ms word…

FAVORITE ANIMAL: I’m terrified of animals to even have one okay? 

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Either 8 or 5 hours…. I think. My sleep is irregular. 

CAT OR DOG: Neither.

FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: Peter Pan (He’s still my fictional crush up to this day…), Prince Zuko of Fire Nation, Clover from Totally Spies, Jack Frost, Lucifer from that tv series, and Hermione Granger.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One. (I’ve had that blankie ever since I was in my freshman year in high school!)

FAVORITE BAND/SINGER: ALL TIME LOW!, One Ok Rock, Avril Lavigne, and Maroon 5.

DREAM TRIP: It used to be London but now, I just want to explore Europe (my uncle told me about this multiple visas in Europe so… why the heck not, right?) 

DREAM JOB: An AUTHOR. But that’s all it will ever be, a dream job. T.T Oh well. 

WHEN WAS THIS BLOG CREATED: I HAVE NO IDEA! Okay, so I suck at remembering dates and all…. but this blog was created in like, 2012? Probably during my sophomore year in high school. All I know is that the reason why I don’t post my stories here and why I don’t change the appearance and all is because of the sentimental value it has on me…. Weird, right?


WHEN DID YOUR BLOG REACH IT’S PEAK: This blog is more of a personal reblog blog. haha… hence, the low amount of followers. Though I do have this side blog….

WHAT MADE YOU START THIS BLOG: Therapeutic writing, and well…. just a place where I could leave my thoughts.

NEXT TO DO THIS CHALLENGE, I TAG: @kieffernickleo, @nightglider124, @stefanotis, @hellyeahtitans67, @goodbyemeansforgetting1, @dar-draws, @enchantedrcse, @shitslytherinssay, @bookthrills, @ontowanderlust, @justpan, @narniadrabbles, @neverlandimagines, @funnygirltthatbelle, @hollyashton, @dailysnowbarry, @toasty-coconut, @shesellsseagulls, @bluerene, @whoopwhoopanditgoesyay

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore. he reaches up and finds scruff on his chin, rough in constrast with his once-smooth skin. he is taller, reaching hook’s height, then exceeding it. fighting and flying has given him a new strength that his body hadn’t experienced before. when he glances at the river and sees his reflection, he doesn’t recognize the man that stares back.

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore. he starts to think of love, of intimacy with another person that can’t be found from mere friendship alone, and finds himself yearning. the lost boys start to notice his soulful eyes and how they seem to always be lost within the stars above and they wonder what happened. peter pan isn’t supposed to be lost, he’s supposed to be their fearless leader, the boy who never grew up.

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore. tink knows this more than anyone else. she sees the way he looks at the ladies and sometimes, the men with longing. it hurts, her little heart aches with a pang that can’t go away, but she ignores it. peter pan isn’t going to leave neverland. peter’s home. he’s going to stay, right?

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore. his aging comes slowly like sand slipping through fingertips, ever so slowly that he doesn’t notice until he’s gone. he’s still a young man, though no longer a boy. it’s humbling, watching only himself wither away, while the lost boys and tink and hook and tiger lily remain youthful. if he closes his eyes, he could imagine his bones brittle with age and memory faded away with time. he’s still young, not a boy but at the same time, he’s not a man either. he’s just lost.

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore, but nonetheless, he brings back another person to neverland. it’s been years since wendy and her brothers and the lost boys (and even tink) miss the presence of another person from the outside world. though this time, peter doesn’t bring back a girl, but rather, a boy.

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore. he knows this in the way he falls in love. icarus is a boy with soft tawny hair, caramel brown eyes, and a broken smile. his namesake is a mortal who falls in love with a god, but peter finds it ironic because icarus, in all senses of the word, is a god, is the sun. and, peter is falling steadfastly for him.

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore. he’s nervous to take icarus to neverland, nervous to introduce him to tink and the lost boys. the boys love icarus within a second of meeting him, liking his kindness and the way he listens to their stories and goes on adventures with them tirelessly. tink takes longer to adjust, as she always does, but eventually, she’s slipping flowers into his hair and dragging him into her antics. icarus becomes a part of the family, but he’s so much more.

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore, but sitting next to icarus, he feels like a child again, shy and demure. they’re on the shore, waves crashing against the sand with the sunset overhead. it’s sweet and romantic, bringing a flush to peter’s cheeks at the thought. he turns to look at icarus, finding himself mesmerized by eyes so warm, he swears that icarus is the sun in human form. he leans in close and icarus does, too. their lips meet in a sweet, decadent kiss and it’s perfect.

peter pan isn’t a boy anymore, but he stills believes in happy endings. he knows, his heart knows, that he found it in icarus.

- for the @inkstay prompt #330 | peter pan isn’t a boy anymore x

Not Leaving - Peter Pan Imagine

Rating: G

Warning: Some cute Peter, angry Peter, and stoic Felix

Summary: Requested by Anon. Peter had a really bad day, and you comfort him.

Word Count: 1068

Neverland was an interesting place. You came here… a while ago. In all honesty, you don’t really remember how long you’ve been here. It’s long enough that you have gotten used to the odd routine the Lost Boys and Peter had here. In the morning, Felix took you hunting. In the afternoon, you helped scout the island with Peter. At night, everyone celebrated what was hunted and the day’s accomplishments.

However, one day, the routine was thrown out the window. Peter Pan was not present for your daily scout or even at the night celebration. The Lost Boys continued on as usual, but you couldn’t help but feel something gnawing at you. Where was Peter? You took this to his seconcd-in-command, Felix.


“(Y/n),” he addressed, not even looking up from sharpening his spear.
You cleared your throat. “Pe, I mean, Pan wasn’t here today. Where do you think he is?”

The Lost Boy froze. Then, he continued sharpening his spear. He shrugged. “I don’t know, but you better leave it alone. You don’t want to anger Pan.”

You grit your teeth and nodded. You danced around the campfire, sharpened your weapons, and told the younger ones a bedtime story before going to bed yourself.

However, you still couldn’t sleep. You felt empty. Where was Peter? Was he hurt? Was he captured? Wait, he couldn’t be captured. He’s Peter Pan. Still, you couldn’t help but feel that there was something wrong and that you could fix it. Being the restless person you are, you decided to walk around the camp.
The campsite was empty during the night, Pan’s orders. However, that one particular night, Pan’s orders didn’t cross your mind.

You wandered around camp and found yourself in front of Pan’s private cabin. You gasped. You weren’t supposed to be here. Pan allowed no one but his shadow and on rare occasions, Felix. You? Well, you and Peter were close, but close enough to go into his quarters?

You shook your head. Peter was not at scouting, dinner, or the nightly celebration. You had to check on him.

Slowly and with a shaking hand, you pushed the door. “Pan?” The door creaked. The cabin was dark, and you couldn’t see a thing. You kept a hand on your dagger, ready if Pan got mad. “Pan?”

“What are you doing here?”

You sighed. He sounded ok, angry, but ok. “I just wanted to know if you were ok. You weren’t with me for our scouting.” Curiousity got the best of you. “Where were you?”

“Dealing with a few pirates and Indians.” Peter’s voice was so strained. Every word was laced with venom.

You smirked. “Well, they’re all idiots compared to you and us.” You laughed weakly, trying to lighten up the tension in the room. You lit a match and closed the door. You lit up a torch by the entrance. The fire illuminated the scene.

Peter Pan was standing next to his bed, his back facing you. Everything surrounding him was broken. The mirror was smashed. The dresser was in shambles. The drapes above his windows were ripped to shreds.

You inhaled sharply at the sight. You dashed over the Peter. You grabbed one of his hands, examining them. The cuts were already healing.

Peter ripped away from your grip. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you’re ok, you idiot!” you snapped. You grabbed his other hand. Blood pooled out of a wound near his knuckles. You shook you r head. Scurrying around the cabin, you found a basin of water and a clean cloth. You dabbed his wound with a wet cloth.

“It can be fixed with magic,” Peter snapped.

You scoffed. “Yeah, sure. What about the infection, Peter?”

His eyes widened. No one called him that. However, he couldn’t bring himself to correct you. He shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

“Infection, Peter.” You ripped the cloth you were using in half and used both pieces to wrap Peter’s wound. “Look, coming from the Land without Magic has some perks. For example, wonder why your boys get sick, even without dreamshade? It’s called infection, Peter. Unseen things can get into your system-”

“I get it,” he sneered.

You sighed. “Done. What happened anyway?”

“Hook. He threatened us again.”

“Nothing you can’t handle. Remember, Pan never-”

“What if I do?”

You stiffened. “What?”

Peter ran a hand through his hair. He grit his teeth. “(Y/n), what if I do fail? I might not be prepared. That blasted pirate said he’d do anything to-” Peter stopped and looked at the ground. He averted your gaze.

“Peter,” you started slowly, “what did he say he’ll do?”

“He said he’ll take you away from me,” he mumbled. The Lost Boy stared at you. “I can’t let that happen. Hook threatened me, the boys, Felix, even my own son. What if I can’t do it?”

You’ve never seen him so worried, so vulnerable. Your heart ached for him. You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, Peter. Especially not with that codfish of a man.” You smiled at him. “I’m staying with you. So that first threat is nothing to worry about. As for the boys, you’ve trained us for a long time. We will fight back if he dares take one. And we will win. Felix can handle himself. I mean have you seen him. He will never back down and he will never be taken by Hook. Your son, well, he’s like you isn’t he? If that’s so, then- then he’ll survive. Just like his father.”

Peter Pan smirked. “I wish it were that simple.” He held the hand you had on his shoulder. His smirk turned into a smile. “Can you… Can you stay with me? Just for the night.”

You licked your lips. “Of course.”

Peter and you laid on the bed. You attempted to be far from him, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. However, Peter had another idea. He pulled you close, so your back was pressed against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat on your back and his breathing in your hair. His warmth spread throughout your body, and his scent filled the air around you. He wrapped his arms around your stomach.

Peter whispered, right in your ear, “You’re not leaving Neverland. You hear me, (Y/n).”

You smiled. “I don’t plan to.”

Heyo! I hope it’s too your liking! Sorry, it took me such a long time. I had a hard time trying to make Peter in a cuddly mood, while trying my best to make Peter still in character. I hope it seems that way. And THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ANON!!!

Anyway, I am still taking requests! Since there are none so far, later tonight, there will be my first Barry Allen imagine! So excited!!!

Forces To Be Reckoned With {Writing Contest Prize for Maya}

Originally posted by thequeenruelas

Written by: @alloftheimaginesblog

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Character: Peter Pan 

Note: This is for @butterflyxscales / @with3rs. Maya’s entry to my Writing Contest won one of the prizes and this is one of her prizes. ((sorry that the w.c stuff is coming out soooo late, life has been particularly busy the past year and well, i procrastinate))

Word Count: 964

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Working in the tavern after closing time was a great deal of tedious, lonely work, but it was something that LeFou felt necessary. This place had been special before the curse had been lifted; there was nowhere in the village that had been more full of life and joy. Most of it, he hoped that he was responsible for, but he knew the real reason was because it was Gaston’s tavern. Even now, his big red throne sat in front of the fireplace, subdued to embers in the late hour.

But with so much quiet, LeFou knew that he had to do something to fill it, lest he be given a moment to think - “A dangerous pastime.” “I know.”

So, what else could he do but hum? He filled the empty room with a peppy little melody, stepping rhythmically from one table to another as he picked up abandoned steins and scrubbed off wet spots from spilled ale. It was an old song, but one he remembered well; it was a catchy little tune a traveler from London had once sang, about a far off place and a boy who lived forever, never aging. It was an odd story, but no less interesting to the young LeFou.

He paused in his one man show at an odd sound, like a light tapping, just outside of sight. His eyebrows furrowed together, as his gaze flitted from one corner of the tavern to another. He didn’t hear it anymore, but still… “Hello…?” he called out.

A Peter Pan Imagine | OUAT

- Peter Pan | OUAT




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