peter pan christmas

Feminist: There’s no positive females in Disney movies!

Me: What movies have you been watching?

Winter Things— a christmas playlist for you and your fave

“There’s nothing else that I would need this Christmas
Won’t be wrapped under the tree
I want something that lasts forever
So kiss me on this cold December night”


Peter: I don’t even know why you are trying Y/N, my answer is no.

Y/N: But Peter there are so many things you could do during that time. Like giving back to the Lost Boys-

Peter: Do I really seem like the giving type?

Y/N: No, but there is also telling them stories

Peter: You do that already.

Y/N: Then there’s also kissing under the mistletoe!

Peter: Well, I don’t mind that. But there is no way that I am letting any of the Lost Boys near you, My Queen.


Some of the new Sketchbook Ornaments this year.

These are all available on the Uk Disney store we site but only a few are on the US site. I’m sure they will pop up soon! They are all so beautiful!

Ouat Imagine: Christmas in Neverland

Requested by: @cat-evans-irl

I hope you like it! I’m actually pretty proud of this one, and it’s pretty cute! Hope its what you were looking for!

Prompt: Decorating a Christmas tree with Pan and the Lost boys

Ever since you had been thrown onto the island, one of the most stressful thoughts on your mind had been the fact that he might not let you spoof up the island with a little bit of festive Christmas joy. You had always loved the thought of all the little twinkling lights shining through your window at night, and the thought of not having those was enough to make you throw a fit. So that’s what you did; you threw a fit, and ended up winning.

He was pretty annoyed at first with the fact that his Lost Boys, and you, would be decorating instead of hunting or doing other work. He softened up, though, with a bit of convincing from you.

“Pan?” You questioned timidly, “Do you think you could help me with something?”

He glanced up from the burning embers of the fire he was gazing at, boredom clear in his features. He grumbled something under his breath umong the lines of, “What could she possibly want now?” and swiftly stood to face you. He was trying to make himself look stoic, but you could easily see the small glint of amusement behind his eyes.

“What is it this time?”

You looked down, embarrassed, and started drawing patterns in the dirt with your bare foot. Your cheeks were tinted red, and your hands were clasped behind your back as you worked yourself up to ask the question you had been waiting to ask all day. You resembled a small child asking their parent to buy them something, but it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Could we, um, could we decorate the tree, the one in the middle of camp, like a Christmas tree?” You asked shyly,  silently dreading what you thought he was bound to say.

“A Christmas what?”

You peeked up at him through your long eyelashes,“ A Christmas tree. It’s a tree, usually pine, that you string lights over and hang with only the prettiest ornaments and tinsel and candy canes and-

You were cut off by Pan’s growing smile,” Alright, alright, I get it! What do you need me to do?“

You laughed nervously, twiddling your fingers around each other and smiling timidly, "Well…I can’t really reach the top of the tree, and, well, it’s too small to climb, so…”

“So, you need me to help you?” He guested, giving you one of his infamous smirks.

“Yeah, pretty much sums up the problem.”

He stood there for a few minutes, staring at the forest behind you. He seemed to be thinking of whether it would ruin his reputation or not, even though he knew it wouldn’t. He had most definitely done worse things, things he wished he hadn’t done, so helping you decorate a tree would be nothing compared to his list of bad deeds.

“Fine. But I won’t be drinking that ‘hot chocolate’ stuff you were making the Lost Boys drink last night.” He growled, doing everything he could do to keep up his ego, earning a wide smile from you.

“Really? Thank you!”

You scurried up to him and pounced, wrapping your arms around his waist and, since you were shorter than him, burrying your face into his chest. He went completely stiff for a moment, before he calmed down and awkwardly patted your head. He had told you once that he wasn’t much good at hugging, but you figured you would give it a shot. You found it funny how he got all weird and awkward when the two of you had any sort of physical contact whatsoever. You gave him a tight squeeze, willing him to wrap one arm around the top of your shoulders.

You giggled at his failed attempt at a hug, trying to back away from him, but he didn’t let you go. After getting over the initial shock of your attack hug, he didn’t want you to let go. He pulled you back to him roughly, hugging you to his chest like a teddy bear. He wrapped both of his arms around you and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel his ragged and warm breath in you ear as it ran down your neck and chest.

The hug felt desperate, and maybe even a little needy, but you guessed that that was what so many years of being deprived of any hugs or cuddles does to a person; it makes them crave one on one attention.

You gently tried to pull away, but he was clinging to you like a really big koala.

“Peter Pan, if you don’t let go, it’ll be dark before we get the tree started!”

He slowly and regretfully released you from his strong grasp, coughing and taking a few steps back. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to hide from your shocked, but not unhappy, stare.

“Okay, love, let’s go and decorate your tree, then…” he blurted, heading off to where the tree stood a few steps away.

You grinned cheekily and hurried to catch up with him, reaching him and the tree with a skip in your step. You had brought out a side of Pan you never knew he had, a soft side. You had brought out a side that he had hidden from you the whole time you had known him.

You poked his arm and smiled even wider when he turned to look at you,“What was that back there?”

He glared at you and bent down to pick up the string of lights off of the ground, untangling one of the knots that had found itself into it. Ignoring you seemed to be his method of coping with the fact that he had just let his guard down.

“I know you have a soft side…” you taunted in a voice just above a whisper.

He took a deep breath and continued to ignore you, so you decided to stop your teasing and started hanging some more shiny glass ornaments on the low hanging branches of the over sized Christmas tree.

He began wrapping the lights around the tree, using his magic to his advantage to complete the task. You placed down the glass carefully and watched as he floated around gracefully, something you’d always wished you would someday be able to do. Your wide eyes followed his every move, sparkling from the warm glow of the lights he held in his hand.

The boy must have felt your entranced eyes on him, because he looked down and chuckled at your reaction to the magic he saw as an everyday thing, something he never really thought of as a talent. The sun had long gone down, the only thing lighting the camp being the small bulbs of light and a large fire a few feet away. It was more quiet than usual, the lost boys playing and hunting in the forest because Pan had told them to go play.

Your doe eyes were wide like a child as you watched him, your head slightly tilted to the right. You had chosen to sit with your legs crossed in the dirt, directing all your attention to him, while your elbows rested on your knees and your chin on your palms.

He slowly floated back down after finishing up the lights, landing right beside you with a look of pride settled on his face. You stood up and turned to face him.

“The tree look great, I can’t wait to show the lost boys when they get back!” You quipped, slightly bouncing up and down in excitement.

He turned towards you, and you got lost in his forest green eyes; they were shining from the light around you. His smile looked real, not like a smirk or a cocky sidee smile, and he looked the happiest you had ever seen him.

You could’ve stood there forever and watching him in the warm fire light, but you knew the lost boys would return from their hunt any minute.

His lidded eyes flickered down to your lips before moving back to your eyes, seeming to ask for silent approval. You replied by standing on your tippy toes and pulling on the collar of his shirt, pulling his lips to your own.

His lips were perfect; soft and fitting yours just perfectly. One of his hands held your cheek while the other cradled your jaw, keeping your jaw tilted up so that his face could reach yours. He had to lean down, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit as long as you were kissing back. There was a feeling in your stomach that resembled no other, one that felt like the one you get on the first hill on a rollercoaster, but more intense. That wasn’t the only feeling though, the feeling of burning in your lungs was also present, so you reluctantly broke away from him.

Then, just as the two of you pulled away, a loud shout came from the forest. More and more noise sounded not long after it, signaling the arrival of the lost boys back to camp. 

Leaves crunched under their feet as they came barreling across the border of the camp, breaking the incredible silence that once surrounded you and Peter. They whooped and hollered, some hopping around from the adrenaline still pumping through their veins.

You backed away from Pan’s body, turning around to watch the silly boys create a ruckus. Your face was beet red, and your lips were still numb as you nonchalantly brought up a finger to touch them, remembering the feeling of his lips on your own. A ghost of a smile appeared on your face.

When you turned to them, you realized that they had all gone completely quiet, jaws agape as they watched the bright lights on the tree twinkle and blink. They stared at it for what seemed to you like hours, but really it was only a couple minutes.

“Woah…” you heard from the back of the group, making Pan’s chest puff out in pride.

"Can we help decorate, too!” Somebody yelled excitedly.

You nodded your head vigorously; you would need all the help you could get when it came to decorating this big of a tree.

They all cheered gleefully, charging towards the boxes of decorations. They wrestled and yelled at each other, fighting over who would get what.

Immediately, they started throwing the tinsel and ornaments onto the big tree, some jumping and throwing extra hard to get the glass bulbs as high on the tree as they could.

This freaked you out, making you paranoid that someone would break something or that someone would get hurt.

"Boys! Don’t-” you were cut off by yelling and a frenzie of boys blocking your view as they moved around you to put the decorative pieces on the tree.

More yelling insued every time you tried to shush them, but never once did they hear you over their own force field of noise.

"Where do I put this?!” You heard a boy shout.

"Up your ass!” Felix replied, doing something you hadn’t seen him do in a while; he was smiling.

You cover your mouthwth your hand to prevent a stray giggle from falling out, but you couldn’t hold it back,”Felix!”

He turned to you with a smile and shrugged, “Felt like it was a good thing to say! Hey, you should laugh more, it’s nice!”

You stopped trying to quiet the boys, figuring it was best to just let them work the project out among themselves and have fun, knowing that they could probably survive if they hurt themselves with the glass breakables. 

You let out a loud gasp as somebody gave a swift slap to your butt, turning around to see none other than Devin, one of the lost boys.

"C'mon! Get in the spirit!” He yelled, tossing you a bundle of sparkling gold tinsel.

You smiled; if you can’t beat them, might as well join them.

That night, you, Peter Pan, and all the lost boys made one of the best, and most…unique, Christmas trees you had ever had the pleasure to decorate.

Originally posted by wintercozy

Maybe it wasn’t going to be the most traditional Christmas, but it was definitely going to be the best.



I was miserable. Not the kind of miserable that consumes you and is your only available emotion, but I was miserable nonetheless. I was nearing the end of my first year on the island that is Neverland, (I’m still not quite over the fact that I am now situated on the island I used to dream about) and because I had never spent December on the island before, I was really hoping that there would be some acknowledgement of the holiday season, but I was wrong. Turns out that on an island where time stands still, holidays don’t really happen. The only way I could keep track of what the date is was on my phone, which happened to be in my pocket when Peter’s shadow picked me up. It hadn’t died yet because the islands energy was enough to keep the battery going without being plugged in, and this morning the date had read December 21st. There were only 3 more days until the best day of the year, (I prefer Christmas Eve to Christmas Day simply because the anticipation is infinitely better than the event itself) and no one had even whistled a carol. After dinner had been finished and cleaned up, I decided to take a walk. Sure we weren’t supposed to go out and about without Peter’s consent, but he knows exactly what happens on the island at all times, so it’s not like he would have any troubles finding me if he had to. I’m walking among the tall spruce trees, with my phone in the bag slung around my shoulder, carols playing through earbuds, and envisioning all the trees as gigantic Christmas trees with snow dusted branches and strings of multicoloured lights. I walk until the sun begins to set, and the full moon is rising once again. I soon find myself walking under the light of the moon, and I have the strangest sensation that someone is watching me. I turn around, but no one is there, I only see him when I look up to view the moon. There, perched atop one of the larger branches, is none other than Peter Pan. I see his lips moving but can’t hear his words, until I realize that I still have earbuds in and my music is louder than his voice. I pull them out and  put them into my bag, but when I look back up, Peter is no longer in the tree, instead, I can feel him standing right behind me, his breath on the back of my neck.

“Were you not there when I told everyone they have to let me know before they go off on their own?” He asks, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. I turn to face him, his nose now inches from mine.

“I was there, I just didn’t think it would be necessary, considering you know exactly what goes on all the time.” I retort, earning a chuckle to escape from his lips. He takes a couple steps back and leans against a tree, his face concentrated, as if he were studying me. “Can I help you?” I ask him, suddenly becoming conscious of my every breath.

“What were those things in your ears when I found you?” He asks, and at that moment I realized that I knew something Peter didn’t. This was new. I quickly explained to him what earbuds were for, and then decided to let him try them out. I motioned him towards me and we sat on a fallen tree not too far away. I gave him one of my earbuds and kept the other for myself. Due to the short cord, he and I were side by side, shoulders and arms making contact. It felt… rather nice. It was the most physical affection I had gotten since arriving on the island, Lost Boys weren’t exactly the huggy type. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through the Christmas playlist until I came across “Winter Wonderland”, and I hit play. We sat there listening, both enjoying the music for different reasons. Before we knew it we had listened to 7 songs, singing along with some, and others we somehow found a way to be even closer to one another. After the end of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”, I turned off the music and put it all back into my bag.

“What’s the date?” Peter asked, turning his body slightly so we were now face to face.

“It’s December 21st, well 22nd now.” I respond, looking up to meet his warm, emerald eyes.

“It’s almost Christmas, isn’t it?” He asks.

“Yep, only two days away, and there hasn’t even been snow.” Peters mouth breaks into a grin at my last remark, then, I see it. Tiny white flakes have begun to fall around the two of us. A wide smile breaks out across my face, and before long the ground in our little area is covered in snow. I stick my tongue out to catch one of the snowflakes, but quickly stop when I realize Peter is looking at me, until he starts to smile, and before I can register what I’m seeing, Peter Pan has stuck his tongue out, closed his eyes, and is trying to catch a snowflake. I take this opportunity to crouch down and form a snowball, which I hurl at him, hitting him in the chest. When he opens his eyes, he looks shocked beyond, but then he’s taking snow and throwing it at me. We exchange snowballs and insults for a long time, until I sneak up on him and put snow down his back. He whips his head around, surprised, and grabs my waist, pulling me close to him, so our faces are now centimetres apart from one another, and shoves snow down my shirt. With his two free hands he grabs my waist on both sides and won’t let me go, no matter how hard I squirm trying to get the snow out of my shirt. When I have finally felt it fall out the bottom, I can’t help but start laughing, and then we are both standing there laughing at one another. Once we’ve stopped, I realize his arms are still around my waist, so I put mine around his neck, and then, we’re leaning towards one another. His lips quickly find mine, and then, we’re kissing. He uses his arms to pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. My hands are now running through his perfect hair, and his are going up and down my back. Too soon for my liking, we’ve pulled apart, our arms still wrapped around one another. His eyes motion upwards, and I follow his gaze to find mistletoe above our heads. I giggle and plant another sweet kiss on his mouth.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for much longer than I care to admit.” He says, a smile playing on his lips.