A/N: this was requested a couple weeks ago but I can’t remember by who (I know I’m terrible.) but I hope you enjoy!!
New York, the city that never sleeps. The city that was home to broadway plays. I never imagined I’d be able to visit here. Yet here I was, spending spring break with the rest of my drama class who chose to go, which consisted of mostly everyone who had nothing better to do for the week. A majority of the class was there just for extra credit and something to do over break. I, however, had always dreamed of going to see plays on broadway.
There were very few of us that actually cared about the trip: a boy, another girl, and I. The girl, Abigail, was quiet, reserved. She kept to herself most times and I respected that. I was nice to her, didn’t try to bother her too much. I knew she didn’t enjoy conversations.
The boy’s name was Shawn. He was the type you’d expect to see playing baseball or basketball, not in drama club. He was tall with a slim build but muscles prominent where they should be. His hair was a dark brunette color and was often pushed off his forehead, a wavy mess. His eyes were the color of warm honey.
I’d known him most of my high school life. We’d taken drama classes together since I could remember so it was hard for us to not know each other. He was always sweet, seemed super intelligent. We talked occasionally but nothing too in depth. He was always nice to me as was I to him. He was good looking, no doubt.
When we had arrived, everyone else had already picked who they would share a hotel room with. All the other rooms were filled and with only one other room left, Shawn and I ended up sharing a room. Our teacher didn’t mind, she knew we were both trustworthy kids. Since we were sharing a room, I decided to spark up more conversation with Shawn. I was spending the rest of this week with him, after all. Might as well get to know him better.
“So what part of the trip are you most excited about?” I asked Shawn.
“Overall, going to see Wicked on broadway. But right now it’s getting something to eat. I’m starving.” He laughed. We’d been walking through Central Park for nearly an hour now and all of us hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. I checked my watch, 2:35. My stomach growled once I realized how long it had been since the last time I ate.
“Now that you mention it, I’m pretty hungry too.” I said. My eyes searched for any nearby food vendors in the park. I saw one out in the distance, nearly two blocks away. I nudged Shawn’s arm. “There’s some type of food stand up there.” I pointed in the direction of what looked to be the typical New York hot dog stand.
Shawn’s eyes got wide and I giggled lightly at how excited he got over food. Our group slowly made its way towards where the food was. Shawn and I bought pretzels and soda. We talked for hours more, hardly paying any attention to everyone else on the trip and the beautiful city around us.
My alarm went off at 7:00 the next morning. I don’t remember setting it that early, but there was probably some reason why so I went ahead and got out of the uncomfortable hotel bed. I stretched and made my way to the shower, grabbing clothes on the way. I did my normal shower routine: shampoo and condition my hair, wash my body, then my face. When I dried myself off I realized I hadn’t grabbed any underwear out of my suitcase. Shit.
I tiptoed out of the bathroom, trying to not wake Shawn up. I squatted down beside my suitcase and struggled to keep my towel wrapped around me. With one hand, I let my towel go so I could search for my underwear. I knew Shawn was asleep still so it didn’t matter. I dug through my suitcase, sitting there completely bare.
I stood back up after wrapping the towel back around my still damp body. I checked to see if Shawn was still asleep, which he wasn’t. My mouth dropped open in shock, I didn’t know what to say.
“I’m- I’m so sorry I didn’t know you were awake.” I apologized.
“No it’s all good. We just won’t tell anyone about this, okay?” He said. I nodded my head in agreement and made my way back to the bathroom. I got ready and tried to continue the day like normal but it was too awkward between Shawn and I. I could barely even look at him and there were still six more days left of this trip. Our group walked through the streets of New York, barely even two blocks from our hotel.
“Look just because I saw you naked doesn’t mean you have to be weird with me.” Shawn spoke quietly so only I could hear. “Besides, you shouldn’t be embarrassed. You looked pretty good.” I felt my cheeks heat up and I playfully hit him.
“I can’t believe you.” I joked. His cheeks were now red too, realizing he had actually said that. I had seen him almost naked this morning too, only his boxers when he had gotten out of bed. And oh man, was he a sight to see. His arms were strong and muscular. His abdomen was toned, no flaw to be found whatsoever.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked again.” He smirked, knowing I knew what he was suggesting. I couldn’t believe it but I wanted it too.
“Excuse me?” I said.
“You know what I said.” He boasted. I was surprised at his sudden confidence. I knew what the answer was. Of course it was yes. After seeing his so carefully sculpted body earlier this morning, there was no way possible I could turn this down. I looked Shawn in the eyes and nodded my head yes.
“Ma'am,” Shawn spoke to our teacher, “my roommate left her phone in our room and she was really wanting to make some pictures. Can we go back to the hotel to get it?” Lie on top of more lies. I was weirdly okay with it though. After getting permission, Shawn and I walked back to our hotel.
The two blocks seemed like miles now that Shawn and I both were anticipating something. I knew we wouldn’t have much time once we got back to the hotel room. I began fantasizing about what was to come. Shawn hovering over me, his muscular arms on either side of me, his breathing unsteady and soft moans escaping his lips. Oh gosh.
Shawn grabbed my hand to help guide me through the crowded sidewalk, not wasting any time as he was walking briskly. We were finally outside the hotel. We rushed in the doors and onto the elevator. The lobby of the hotel was completely empty and nobody else had gotten on the elevator with us. I took the chance to kiss Shawn. I grabbed the denim fabric of his jacket and pulled him down to press my lips against his.
The kiss was delicate until Shawn began to bite my bottom lip. My hand ran through his thick brown hair. His grasped around my waist. I was sent into a blissful high until I heard the elevator doors open. We rushed into the room. Shawn fumbled with the room card. I could sense his eagerness.
I hurriedly stripped off my shirt and began to unbutton my jeans. I left my bra and panties on, leaving those on for Shawn to take off. I glanced up at him to see he was still wearing pants.
“Hurry, Shawn.” I said, the impatience apparent in my voice. He took his pants off, his bulge obvious through his tight fitting boxers. He took me by surprise when he picked me up, sitting me on his lap after sitting down on the edge of the bed. His lips soon attached to my neck and I threw my head back to give him better access. He started to suck at the crook of my neck.
“Please no hickeys.” I begged. He stopped sucking at my skin to unclasp my bra. He bit his lip slightly, looking more alluring to me than ever before. I took his face into my hands and kissed his lips roughly, wanting him to know how badly I needed him. He stood up, placing his arm at the small of my back to support me then laid me onto the bed. His fingers hooked into my underwear and pulled them off slowly.
“Get on your stomach.” He muttered. I did as he wished and got onto my stomach, letting my forearms rest on the bed. I heard him searching through his pants pockets for his wallet then the tear of a condom wrapper. I soon felt the warmth of his body behind me again.
“You ready?” Shawn asked. I replied with an ‘mhm’ then felt his hands spreading my legs further apart. He entered me and I gasped. He wasn’t my first, but he was much bigger than the other two guys I’d been with. I waited for him to start thrusting, I was impatient after a few seconds. He took himself out completely and I felt empty, only to be filled again. He repeated this action over and over, making my legs shake. I moaned out his name.
His hands gripped onto my hips now. He thruster deeper into me but no longer took himself out completely. His thrusts were at a pace enjoyable for both of us and hard enough to make me moan out profanities. The small hotel room grew hotter as time went on. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck.
“You’re so tight, oh god.” Shawn groaned. He stopped fucking me and turned me onto my back. I was more pleased with this position than the previous one, I could now look at him. He slipped into me once again, continuing the pace he’d had before. His arms were on either side of me and his face right above mine. Sweat droplets ran down his forehead and his cheeks were flushed.
“Shawn, I’m gonna come.” I moaned, my voice getting slightly higher pitched. His eyes flickered up to mine, no longer watching my breasts bounce gently or watching himself thrust into me. He wore a smirk on his face. His mouth went to my boobs, leaving wet kisses everywhere. The extra pleasure sent me into euphoria. My back arched and I lightly tugged at Shawn’s hair. Soft moans escaped my parted lips as my orgasm washed over my entire body.
He soon pulled out and went to throw the condom away. He walked back into the room, still completely naked and definitely a sight to see. I sat up and began to put my clothes back on as did Shawn.
“I can tell this trip is going to be fucking great.” He laughed. I nodded my head in agreement. It definitely will be.
I request one where you and the joker are chilling out in a bathtub
after a heist, washing off the blood and events from the heist.
Things could get smutty if you like. Also can it be TDK Joker?
So because I couldn’t really imagine this one with Heath Ledger’s Joker I decided not to describe how Joker looks like, so now everyone can imagine their favorite Joker, in this fic. :) Hope you like it, Anon and I’m sorry for not describing Joker as the TDK one, but I thought this would be the best solution. <3 :*
The hot water burned on your skin,
as you stood under the shower, but a few seconds later it felt just
It helped calming your nerves down,
after this night.
In the room next door you could
still hear Joker, yelling at his henchman.
He was mad, ‘cause the heist you two
had been on, wasn’t like Joker ordered it to be.
Many things went wrong and in the
end, you nearly get caught by Batman and comissioner Gordon.
But it was due to you, that
everything turned out good.
You saved the heist, the prey and
what no one would ever believe you, Joker himself.
Because of a mistake the henchman
had made in the strategy, J got caught by Batman, but you (however
you’ve done this, everything was going on so fast, and you couldn’t
even imagine half of the things that happened), managed to knock
Batman out, grab the suitcase and saved J while you jumped out of the
You knew there was a retainer that
would catch you two, like a trampoline.
Silence took over the living room
and you knew what happened.
It was clear that J would kill
someone for all those stupid mistakes that happened tonight.
You heared him shut the door in rage
and you closed your eyes again, just feeling the water on your body.
It was better to leave him alone for
a while, he had to work off himself at first.
„You were good tonight“, a low
and gravelly voice said behind you a few minutes later, and your body
winced in shock, you didn’t even heared him come in.
„Don’t frighten me like that“,
you smiled and turned around, to look him in the eyes.
He was still mad, you could see it.
„Feeling better, a little?“, you
Joker growled at you through
squinted eyes, what made you smirk.
„Maybe I can make you feel
better“, you whispered, laying your arms around his shoulders and
pressing your naked body onto his own, before kissing his neck
J wrapped his arms around your body
too, grabbing you so harsh that it felt like someone is hugging you
to death, but you loved it.
That was his way to show you, that
he wanted you more than anything else in this world.
He kissed you rough, pushing you
against the glazed tiles wall of the shower, while he was leaning in
closer to you, touching the most intimate spots of your body, to make
you moan under pleasure.
„You wanna be a good girl, and
cheer me up, after those idiots ruined everything?“, he asked,
before kissing your lips again.
„Yes“, you whispered.
He gave you that demonic smile, that
you loved so much and with a single push of his arms, he lifted you
up against the wall, so you could wrap your legs around his waist,
feeling the pleasing preasure of his big cock pressing against your
most intimate spot.
„You like that?“, he asked with
his wicked grin, touching and kissing your breasts, which were still
wet from the shower you stood in.
„Yes …“, you moaned.
He was always so intense, when you
two had sex, it was like another, not known dimension of pleasure, he
reached points inside of your body no one ever explored and it felt
„What should I do to you“, he
pondered, touching your lips with his index finger and sliding his
tongue up at the left side of your neck.
„Fuck me“, you purred at his
ear, what made him grin like a total maniac.
„If you wish so“, he said with
his gravelly voice and carried you out of the shower into the
bedroom, where he throws you on the bad and came over you like a wild
predator that just recognised his new prey.
You chuckled as his eyes didn’t let
go off you and his hands pinned your arms down alongside your head,
on the mattress, so he would be the one who was in control, like
„Oooh, I love it when you look so
innocent, not being able to do anything, while I fuck you“, he
„So, what are you waiting for,
tiger“, you whispered.
„No foreplay this time?“, he
asked amused, leaving biting marks at your neck.
„You already got me wet, at the
shower“, you said.
„Mhmm, even better“, he murmured
not missing a beat, before he pushed his full length inside your
You screamed out in pleasure, as he
stayed into this psoition for a while, watching how the pleasure hits
your body and your facial expression.
It was written all over your face
you wanted him, you always wanted him, no matter where or when.
„Does that feel good?“, he asked
kissing, touching and stimulating you at the same time.
„Oh yeah …“, you sighed.
There was nothing better, than
having this man on top of you, riding you like it was the last thing
he could do in his life.
„Go on“, you said full of
He growled at you, as he slides a
little out of your wet pussy just to push into you, even harder than
the last time.
You wanted to wrap your arms around
his shoulders to press his body harder against yours, but he was
still holding your arms onto the mattress.
„You wanna touch me?“, he
He knows exactly what you wanted,
but he always teases you before he let you become what you so
„Come on, try to free yourself“,
he said with a husky voice, fucking you to unconsiousness.
You tried it, as always, but you
couldn’t escape his strong grip and you felt how close you were to
You wanted to touch him so bad …
„Please … J …“, you moaned.
J cackles at you.
„I love it, when you need to touch
me so bad. Should I let you touch me?“, he asks kissing you softly
still knowing that he drove you crazy with this.
And you were so close …
„Tell me what I should do, (Y/N).“
„Let me touch you, please …“,
you whispered holding back your orgasm.
You wanted to come when you reached
him, not a moment before.
„Beg for it“, he whispered.
„Please …“, you looked at him
with pleading eyes.
He looked into your (e/c) eyes and
stroked your cheek, still pushing in and out of you, what made your
body shiver more and more, with every second.
You won’t give him the pleasure to
see you come, while you weren’t alowed to pleasure yourself with
„Come!“, he grunted at you, as
he pushed himself so deep inside you, that you were hardly capable to
hold your orgasm back, but you managed it and you were so proud of
yourself, that you were able to hold on.
J snarled at you, he wasn’t happy
with what you’ve done, but you just smirked at him and took use out
of the situation, where he didn’t made sure that he was holding your
arms still on the mattress.
You freed yourself pushed him with
you onto the left side and wrapped his arms around his torso, so that
he weren’t able to pull you away.
He didn’t even wanted to, it felt
too good and now he had an even better opportunity to make you come.
„Such a bad girl, wait till I let
you come now“, he growled.
It didn’t took him long to let you
come, you were already handicapped from the last time you held it
back, but this time you felt the ending even stronger than before.
First of all, because he fucked you
like a maniac, after neglecting his last order to come and second
because of the missed orgasm a few minutes ago.
You were litteraly screaming as you
came all over his cock, what made him bring it to the finals now too.
„You’re feeling better now?“,
you asked smiling, giving him a deep and passionate kiss.
He growled into your kiss, what was
definitely a yes.
All my kiddos are actually asleep, which means I can take a few minutes to check in! First and foremost, thank you all so much for the kind wishes and support. New surprise baby has been met with a mixed reception in real life, so your kindness is so very appreciated.
Baby Sunshine is doing so well! The big kids will insist on trying to teach her Latin behind my back, but she’s learned so much English in under two weeks. She’s gone from completely nonverbal to speaking in 2-3 word phrases and asking questions! She’s also got the most wicked little sense of humor, and an amazing laugh. I’m getting therapies in place this next week, and I can just see that she’s going to soar, given the opportunity and a bit of help! Medically, things are less brilliant. Severe neglect for 2.5 years does a lot of harm, and some of it can’t be reversed. We’re going to do everything we can.
The unpleasant parts of this situation are all the formalities, of course. As a kinship placement, we have to do all the things we used to do as a traditional foster family - homestudy, clearances, inspections, etc - and it’s all got to be done in under 60 days. On a mountain of paperwork they didn’t even bring me until 10 days after baby was placed. Ugh. If it’s not done in time, they won’t move her, but they also won’t issue back pay from the months she’ll have already been here. (Which, btw, is a soapbox I don’t want to fully get on, but who the hell manages to make money off their foster kids? I’ve always found the monthly subsidy is just that - it helps to provide what they need, but certainly not everything. Kids don’t deserve to be treated like second rate citizens just because they’re in care.)
I was crazy busy before this placement, and so much more so now, but we’re getting everything done, somehow. Little Bits is honestly the best behaved baby I’ve ever had; whether I’m baking wedding cakes or leading Latin recitation, she’s watching and taking it all in, and filling the house with random toy pieces. She has so many huge gaps in her knowledge and abilities, and I’m turning everything into learning and sensory experiences. Sneaky therapeutic parenting! But NaNoWriMo won’t be happening this year, and I’m mourning that loss.
So that’s us, and I’ll try to be around when I can! Things are settling in to our new normal, and I know the chaos will die down into something manageable eventually. For those of you utterly amazing folks who wanted to help - honestly, I hate doing this, but I’ve stretched my resources to the max to provide what I can, and the county moves slowly to provide assistance in these cases - and so I’ve made a small registry on Amazon for things I know we need that I can’t manage right now. Please don’t feel any sort of obligation, but it’s there if you have any interest!
Summary: Lost glances during divination class. Made-up constellations. Moonlight on the forbidden forest. Draco Malfoy. The soft bristles of a paint brush against your skin. Dark petals flourishing. Pansy Parkinson. The thrill of the night. The flutter of undiagnosed feelings in your stomach. You.
Word count: 2590
Rays of sunshine were piercing through the gapings between the thick drapes curtaining the windows of the Divination classroom. Strips of sunlight highlighted floating specs of dust as Professor Trelawney was sitting at her desk, apparently grading some papers, but she could’ve been annotating professional works on reading star maps just the same.
She was leaving you and your class to your crystal balls, having explained it would take time for most of you to get a result out of them. Draco and Pansy, with whom you’d paired up with, had given up, but you hadn’t. You were determined to see something today. And you believed you could.
“She really is taking this stupid class seriously, isn’t she?” Draco asked Pansy as he watched you alternate between looking at your manual and the ball.
“Apparently,” Pansy responded looking at you pensively. “She’s always had the most peculiar interests,” she added, amused.
“You know I can hear you two nitwits, right?” you told them, not bothering to look up from your reading. “Just because I’m actually getting some work done doesn’t mean I’ve gone deaf.”
dan dating someone else that's super rude to you behind his back?
Louise and I were heading to Dan and Phil’s flat for a party they were hosting. They hardly ever do these type of things so Louise kind of convinced me to come.
Well.. I am not going to lie.. I actually went because I wanted to see Dan again.
We have been best friends for a long time and I always had a crush on him since the beginning but there is no use. Why you ask? He has a girlfriend. The most wicked little bitch I have ever encountered.
As I thought about her and realized that she was probably going I wanted to go back home but Louise had already knocked the door.
“Hello Sparkling Stars” Phil opened the door and greeted us as cheery as always.
“Oh Phil did you make up a special nickname every time people walked in?” giggled Louise.
“Yeah.. but it’s worth it” He responded with a smile as we took our coats off and put them in the closet near the door.
“Follow me girls” Phil guided us to the living room filled with well known youtubers and friends.
As Louise and I said our hello’s I saw him. Dan was leaning on the wall near the fireplace. He looked like someone out of the movie screen. He was wearing a white button shirt with the sleeves folded slightly and his hair was carefully arranged (like always). He was holding a glass of red whine and had a big smile on his face, his laugh was perfect but the problem was who he was smiling to.. there she stood with a blue tight dress showing off her curves with her dirty blond hair tied up to a bun, Samantha.
I was sitting on the couch after a long day with Dan and his new girlfriend Samantha. I thought she was nice so as long as Dan is happy I am happy even though I secretly wished I was her.
“ Hey guys I am going out to the store to buy more cereal! be right back!” Dan yelled from across the flat after slamming the door leaving Samantha and I alone.
“ Y/N I have something to tell you” She said with annoyance in her voice as she leaned on the doorframe crossing her arms.
“Yes-” I said softly before she cut me off.
“Stay away from Dan okay? He is my boyfriend and let’s be real here, he would never like someone as ugly as you”
“You are a stupid tomboy that has no sense of style and has no curves like me”
She put her hands on her waist to emphasize her point “ So face it bitch back off and never talk to Dan again”.
*flash back ended*
“I should’ve said something” I mumbled to myself not knowing that Dan was standing right in front of me.
“ What did you say?” Dan said trying to figure me out like I was a puzzle.
“Oh nothing just awkward me” Dan chuckled and look at me up and down.
“You look gorgeous Y/N” Dan remarked.
I must’ve been so focused in Dan and I’s conversation that I didn’t notice “Mrs Bitch” was glaring at me with fire in her eyes.
“I am going to get a drink b-r-b” I rushed out of the room so quickly I didn’t even give Dan the chance to answer.
Hey guys hope you like this one! I am really happy with this fic do you want me to do part 2? Tell me please
– Sarah ☁️
His punches are swift, soaring through the air with a speed that comes from years of training with a marine, most of his life hunting things that go bump in the night. You duck just in time to feel the breeze from his fist in your hair. He pulls his arm back, moving to elbow you in the side of the head, but you smack at it, sending it back the way it came.
Can u do on where u have the heart of the truest believer & Peter (who is the reader’s BF) was going to take it at 1st but then he fell in love with u and u didn’t know about this until u heard him taking about the heart & stuff with Felix. Then Peter said he wasn’t going to do it but u insisted to give it to him but then he yelled at u. But then he thought of the 2nd best thing (Henry’s heart) but you didn’t know about it until u meet the SB gang and they tell u what is happening (Part 1)
(Part 2) then the reader tells them that she has the heart that Peter needs so they decide to help the reader to give Peter her heart. Then when they all meet at skull rock the reader gives her heart to Peter saying “im sorry and that i loves u.” Then Peter starts crying and the gang is just shocked that he is doing that then Regina suggests that she can help by spitting the heart in two, but it can only if it’s true love. & so he agrees & it works. Sorry that it is so long.
Notes: I tried to fit in everything, still hope you are satisfied!! xx
Peter kissed you warmly on the lips. It was innocent and sweet. He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as you guys held hands.
“I love you,” he told you.
“I love you, too.” You smiled wide.
You and Peter had been dating for such a long time. He took you away from home years ago, and you guys ended up falling in love. He loved you so much and would never do anything to hurt you.
“I’ll see you later, though. Felix and I have some things to discuss. I’ll tell you all about it tonight. Promise.” He grinned softly at you, giving your hands a squeeze. You nodded your head in response. Once again, he quickly pecked your lips before disappearing.
You grinned, so happy with life. You were content. Peter was the best. Sure, he was a little evil. A little cruel and a little harsh. But he was sweet to you. Always sweet to you. From the moment you and him met. He was sweet and kind and nice.
You walked around Neverland, just enjoying some alone time. No Lost Boys were bothering you, as often played their motherly figure. You had time to yourself. It was peaceful. Though as you walked around, basking in all the nature around you, you overheard Peter and Felix.
“We have Henry. We can take his heart, and Neverland will be saved.” You heard Peter. That was a confusing sentence. You’d no idea what they were talking about. You knew about Henry, but for all you knew, he was the newest Lost Boy.
“Yeah, just don’t fall in love with him.” Felix said rather sarcastically. Peter sent him a glare.
“Y/N was different, okay? She had the heart, but I couldn’t do it. She’s different, and not killing her was the best decision I’ve ever made.” You were flattered, but confused. That’s when you decided to come out of hiding.
“You… You were going to kill me?” You asked.
Peter’s and Felix’s eyes widened. “Love, no. That’s not–”
“The reason you brought me here was for my heart, Peter, don’t lie. If Neverland is dying… take my heart. Don’t take Henry’s.”
You were a giver. Always had been. If someone needed your attention, you gave it to them. If someone needed to borrow something from you, you gave it to them. You gave and gave and gave. You gave the Lost Boys your affection, and gave Peter your love. Now, Neverland seemed to be in jeopardy. You and Henry both had those true hearts, and you’d give up yours if it meant an innocent boy would live.
“No!” Peter’s voice turned sour. “No way! You are not giving me your heart! I won’t accept it.”
“Peter, please! I’d rather have me save Neverland and die than an innocent boy die!”
“NO!” Peter roared. “I won’t accept it. End of discussion.”
Once again, Peter disappeared. You guys had never once gotten into an argument. Never. He never once yelled at you. Never once showed any anger towards you. You were more upset about him yelling at you than finding out that he was originally going to kill you. He never lashed out on you. Never.
Felix disappeared with Peter, meaning they left you in the forest alone. You had tears in your eyes, and din’t know what to do. Your life was so perfect, and now it wasn’t. Your home was dying. That meant Peter was dying. You knew he was the heart and soul of Neverland. Peter was dying, and you offered him your heart to save the island and himself, but he wouldn’t take it. You were so upset.
That’s when a bunch of adults came walking by. You quickly blinked away your tears, trying to seem fine. You heard them mention Henry, though. These people had to be his family. Had to be. That made you even more upset. Henry had a family that loved him. You didn’t have a family that came looking for you. Why wouldn’t he let you give him your heart? It was baffling to you.
“Oh, who’s this?” A woman with a scowl on her face asked.
“Are you… Are you Henry’s family?” You asked them.
“Yes, I’m his mother,” a blonde lady answered.
“As am I,” the first woman spoke.
“Can you explain to me more of what’s going on then? Please? I promise, Henry is fine right now. I just need an explanation.”
It took a while, since the Storybrooke people thought you were part of this plan. But eventually, they explained everything to you. Peter kidnapped Henry to steal his heart. Only because Peter and Neverland was dying. He needed the heart of the truest believer. Henry had that heart, but so did you.
“The reason I’m here in Neverland,” you began, “is because I also hold the heart of the truest believer. Except I was taken long ago, and Peter and I fell in love. But, I’m willing to give my heart up. I don’t want Henry to die. I really don’t. Please, help me convince Peter to let me give him my heart.”
They all stayed quiet until a man with shoulder length hair spoke up. “My dear old Papa found something else to love? Interesting,” he said. You knew Peter had a son. You just didn’t know this was him.
“Enough, Rumple,” Emma, the blonde woman, shushed him. “You don’t need to give your heart up. We’re here to save Henry, but we can also save you.”
You shook your head. “No. I love Peter and I love Neverland. It needs to continue living. Please. I don’t need to be saved. What needs saving is this place and Peter.”
Once again, it took the Storybrooke people some convincing. You kept telling them how you wanted to give up your heart, and you really did. But what made them change their minds was the fact that they were running out of time. So they agreed to helping you persuade Peter into letting him take your heart.
You and Henry’s rescue party went to Skull Rock. That’s where Henry and Peter were. They all managed to stop Peter. Managed to talk to him and stall him. Henry was okay as of right now, but time was running short.
Regina, earlier, took your heart. She held it carefully in her hands until she gave it to you. You walked up to Peter with your own heart in your hand. It felt weird, feeling the faint beating. You felt hollow inside, but you could still function.
“Peter, take it,” you handed it to him. “Please. If you love me, then take it. I want to save you; save the island.”
“No, Y/N, I can’t let you do that. I love you too much. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Same goes to you, but Peter, this boy has a family that loves him dearly. He doesn’t even want to give his heart up. I can see it on his face. So take mine. Save yourself. I’m giving it to you.” You cried, and so did he.
Everyone inside of Skull Rock was shocked beyond words. The evil Peter Pan who was willing to kill an innocent boy was crying. He was crying hard. No sobs left his mouth, but he was still crying extremely hard. You were crying, too. You could never imagine yourself leaving Peter, but with times like these? You could. If it meant he’d stay alive, then you’d make the sacrifice.
“I’m sorry, and I love you,” you walked up to him, taking his hand and placing your heart in it. He finally let out a choked sob.
He held your heart in his hand. He looked at you. Both of you completely forgot you had a mini audience. But Peter finally nodded his head once. He accepted your heart that was pure and red and lovely just like you. He was about to use it. About to kill you, when Regina stopped him.
“Wait, Pan,” she said. He snapped his head up to look at her. “There’s a way to keep her alive.” The woman sighed, hating the fact that she was helping out the most wicked villain.
“How?” He asked desperately.
“Use her heart to save Neverland, and split yours in half. You’ll both live off of your heart, but only if it’s true love.”
Peter was worried. He loved you. He really did. He was just worried that his heart would kill your innocence. Kill your kindness. His heart was pitch black and dark shades of purple. It was a bad heart; an evil one. What if his heart destroyed everything he loved about you? What if it changed you for worse?
“Like my father could actually love someone that isn’t himself,” Rumple once again spoke. Peter glared at him, sent him daggers with his eyes.
“I love her. I love with all I have; with all I am!” And with that, Peter used your heart to himself and the island. You collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Peter looked directly at Regina. If she was lying about splitting the heart in half, he’d kill everyone on Skull Rock.
“How do I do it?” He demanded. “Tell me!”
Regina explained how it would all go down. She explained how he needed to split his heart in half, give you the other part. You would come back to life only if it was true love. And Peter knew it was. So he followed Regina;s instructions. He followed them and fulfilled them as quickly as possible. He did everything he needed to do, and at the end of it, he waited.
“Why isn’t she waking up?” Peter exclaimed. “I love her! I love her! She’s my everything, why isn’t she waking up?”
“False love, Papa,” Rumple sneered.
“Shut up! You don’t anything! I love her. She makes me happy. She makes me good. She makes me forget about all my mistakes and makes me feel warm. I. Love. Her.” He was raging, beyond upset that you weren’t coming back.
“Peter?” You said. He turned around so fast he almost caught whiplash. He bent down to you, smiling so widely.
“You’re okay,” he grinned, crying happy tears this time.
“Yeah… I’m okay. I’m fine.” You chuckled slightly. You hugged him tightly. Peter’s love for you was true. That was a fact. Now he had you back, and he was forever going to be thankful for that.
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