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Kwami swap: An Adrinoir Story?

I had a very bad day today so I decided to give up on life’s responsibilities and write some totally indulgent (marichat? Ladrien?) sin.

@squirrellygirlart made fanart for this Here

So for the Kwami Swap I have Marinette with the Chat Noir miraculous and her name is Kitten Noir and things get heated with her and Adrien.

So I’m thinking I might make some headcannons for this version of the kwami swap so let me know if you desire more from this universe! Seriously though I have thought a lot about what Marinette would be like with the Chat Noir miraculous.

WARNING: SIN SIN SIN AND MORE SIN!!!!! not for young innocent eyes. No smut.

Marinette had transformed into Kitten Noir and gone out for the night in order to clear her head. She hadn’t intended on running into any problems that night. Unfortunately for her what seemed like an easy job turned into a real big fucking problem. She had stopped the men mugging the woman of course but in the process she had gotten a little injured. She groaned as she vaulted onto the next rooftop pain shooting up her side. Okay a lot injured. She stumbled as she landed on the next rooftop. She looked around her, perspiration dotting her forehead. She was too far from home. She wasn’t going to last much longer without some help. She spotted the Agreste Mansion close by. If I could just make it there, she thought, maybe Adrien has a first aid kit, or could get me some help. The injury wasn’t enough to warrant a hospital visit but if she continued running through the city like this she could lose a lot of blood or tear the injury in her side farther open. Marinette grit her teeth together. If she could time this just right she might be able to make it in a single jump. Taking a deep breath Marinette ran towards the edge of the building pulling out her baton and vaulting off the rooftop extending it as she reached the height of the vault. Marinette thanked the gods above that Adrien’s bedroom window was open. She crashed through the open window and sprawled on the floor wheezing in pain. The movement probably did more damage to the injury than Marinette was counting on.

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September 22, 2013  attending the Spring 2014 Dolce & Gabbana show during Milan Fashion Week

Ulyana Sergeenko is wearing

  • Ulyana Sergeenko Fall 2013 capsule collection dress
  • Tom Ford 2014 leather thigh high boots ($2,995)
  • Ulyana Sergeenko Spring 2012 embroidered headscarf

A commission of Kuja from Final Fantasy IX! I really enjoyed this. I based his design more closely on Amano Yoshitaka’s original concept art. I couldn’t help myself. He’s one of my inspirations. Such a fun commission!

(Peter Pan) Let Us Live - Part 2

Read part 1 HERE

When the boys saw you coming back, they gathered around you and Peter, asking lots of questions after your almost one week disappearance. For the first time in days, the camp seemed alive again, and the Lost Boys, especially the young ones, cheered and laughed at the sight of you two walking among them, apparently safe and sound. You were starving but the hunger didn’t even amount to how tired you felt after a week of barely napping one or two hours a days.
“Off you go!” Peter barked at them, making the boys frown but step out of the way anyway. “We need to rest, enough with all the questions.” His tone was stark and his word final.
He dragged you by the arm to the wooden shack. You were about to snap at him for being so grumpy since you left the bunch of heroes in the middle of the jungle.
“What is your damn problem, Peter?” You shouted when he pushed you inside. After over five hundred years of couple life with him, you’d think he knew better than to mishandle you. “When have you become so hysteric when I’m not around to hold your leash?” You knew you crossed the line by saying that but after a week of being sleep deprived and surrounded by well-intentioned idiots, you were fed up.
The boy turned around to face you, lightnings flashing out of his eyes and his lips brought together in a thin line. From the way he balled up his fists and the way his veins thickened you understood that he was more furious than you had seen him in a while.
“Don’t push your luck, (Y/N),” he warned you, ready to storm off.
“Don’t even think about walking out of here, we’re not done! This is no way of handling things Peter, why did you come? I was fine!”
“Well, I guess I made a mistake then,” he deadpanned, infuriating you furthermore. “It’s not like I had any idea of how you were doing since you didn’t show any sign of being alive during the five last days!”
“I couldn’t do anything, they were watching me around the clock! And maybe I could explain you what happened if you calm down!” You stepped in front of Peter, both of you breathing unevenly and loudly, challenging each other with their stare. You were one foot shorter than him but you were no less fierce and he knew better than to get one your bad side.
After two minutes of fuming inwardly, Peter scoffed and looked away, breaking eye contact with you. You crossed your arms over your chest and turned around, unable to look at him any longer. You never liked fighting with Peter, it was an old thing to you, you had had the time to go over every possible subject of argument in your life and it always ended up in one of you two throwing a tantrum and then apologizing.
“I’m sorry,” you sighed, running a hand in your hair. “I’m not in the mood to fight. I don’t like being away from you either, I missed you.”
There was a second of silence between you two, and suddenly, you felt his chest pressing against your back and his arms looping around your stomach. He pressed a kiss on the back of your head and you closed your eyes, content with the feeling. He withdrew his hands from your waist and moved them to your back to start unlacing your under bust corset. Peter always teased you about your pirate-like clothes, because you always wore thigh high leather boots, a white blouse flowing sleeves and a corset. Funnily enough, it was thanks to those clothes that you met Peter, after sneaking on a ship traveling to Neverland.
When the corset dropped on the floor, you turned around in Peter’s arms. His hands brushed over your naked shoulders, pushing aside your long (H/C) locks.
“What happened (Y/N)?” He asked in a soft voice, making you shiver slightly.
“I was trying to buy some time, they were pretty secretive. When I found them, I told them I was here against my will and I wanted them to help me escape. In exchange I offered to be their guide through the jungle because I knew the island. They were reluctant but also desperate so they agreed, and I joined their quest to save Henry. I led them astray and made them go round and round for three days, and I still had no useful information,” you explained, a bit annoyed with your lack of result in this case. “But then they asked I lead them to Cannibal Cave, they said they were to meet a friend. I took the opportunity to lead to towards the bridge, told them it was the only way. I was kind of hoping one of them wouldn’t make it across – a girl can dream. The Savior almost fell and Snow White immediately flew to her rescue, but she actually fell while trying to help her – she started screaming like a pig, it was a mess.”
“Yeah, we heard it, it made my hair stand on end! I thought it was you,” Peter interrupted and you glared at him, shooting him daggers with your eyes. “I just-” he tried to explain. “I imagined the worse, I knew you wouldn’t be screaming and begging if you were about to die.”
“Anyway,” you brushed it off. “The Savior, she’s got magic, who knew? I couldn’t predict that, but she same Snow White and all of them crossed the bridge safely. It became ugly after that, when we reached their ‘friend’ – how could I guess it was bloody Captain Hook?”
Peter cursed and his eyes darkened, “If I see this bastard again, I will kill him for what he did to you!” He threatened hatefully. His thumb brushed over your open wound on the neck. Although it was minimal, it was still bleeding a bit.
“I’m fine,” you scolded him for being so protective over you. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”
“You should have dropped it,” Peter snapped, still fuming because you got hurt.
“I know it wasn’t the wisest decision, but I needed one last piece of information. I wanted to know how far they’d go to get the boy back. And where Rumpelstiltskin was hiding.”
“How do they intend to leave Neverland?” Peter asked, his curiosity stung.
You huffed mockingly, “Their plan to escape is pathetic, honestly I have no idea how they want to do that. I think they didn’t plan ahead any of this, they just jumped in the lion’s den to get the boy back.”
“Heroes are fueled with hope, they think they can take a shot in the dark and hit the target,” Pan mocked. You were looking away from him, looking rather upset that you didn’t manage to gather more information, especially since you were among them longer than you ever were with anyone else, and worried Peter.
“What else did they do to you?” He suddenly wondered, making you close your eyes.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle, just a bit of the rough side of the hand,” you evasively told him, hoping it was enough to satisfy his curiosity. “Hey!” You shouted when you felt Peter lift up your blouse. It was barely up for a split second but Peter saw the bruises from Hook’s kicks.
“I’m going to kill him,” he said in an emotionless tone. “I’m leaving right now, going back to where we left them and I’ll kill him.”
“How do you know it was Hook?” You asked.
“I didn’t know, but I was going to lash out on him anyway, he deserves it,” Peter stated, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. “I’m not allowing you to do that anymore!” He exclaimed. “This little thing of yours is over, no more double agent game.”
“Excuse me?” You snarled, highly displeased with his declaration. If Peter thought he could tell you what to do, maybe it was time to remind him how wrong he was. You never liked putting him back in his right place, because it wounded his ego, but from time to time he believed he had his word to say on what you did. “I’m not asking permission, I’m not one of the Lost Boys, you don’t get to order me around!”
“I know that,” he laughed though there was nothing funny. “I know I’ll have to go against your will and tie you against a tree, but if it’s what it takes to keep you safe, I’ll do it, trust me.”
“If you do that, I’ll make you pay!” You warned him, not joking one bit.
“I’m willing to take the risk if it keeps you from putting yourself in danger!” He defied her, not caring about the murderous glares you were giving him.
“So what? You’ll keep me handcuffed to the bed? Hands tied behind my back? You’ll walk me around with a leash around the neck like a pet?” You snickered. “What a plan! Not letting me do anything besides sleeping and eating! You barely let me do anything before and now you want to take this away from me too?”
“Yes I let you!” Peter argued with you.
“Only because I don’t give you a choice!” You replied, and although he wanted to deny it, he knew you were right. If it was up to him, you’d never even break a fingernail.
“(Y/N),” Peter sighed in defeat, tired of arguing. He couldn’t stand seeing you mad at him, but the need to protect you was too strong to get past it. “I know what you’re capable of. Why do you keep fighting? What are you trying to prove?”
“Nothing, I just like a good rush of adrenaline, and I’m good at it, so why wouldn’t I put my skills to good use?” You asked, legitimately.
“I know!” Peter snapped before repeated, more calmly, “I know… But I also know it take less than a second to kill someone, or hurt them deadly, and I some day it happens to you because I foolishly let you fight front battle, I will never forgive myself.” The teenage boy had trouble keeping his voice even, and he had to look away from her pained eyes to remain straight faced.
“Don’t play mind games with me, Peter, you’re just trying to make me feel guilty. I told you, I’m not one of your little puppets you can play, I’m-”
“My True Love,” he finished, a soft smile adorning his lips as he looked at your expression when the words crossed his lips. It had the immediate effect to shut you up. “Whom I cannot risk losing over a stupid fight.” This made you purse your lips in slight annoyance but Peter resumed before you had a chance to speak up. “Name one time I refused to let you participate,” he dared you. There was a long silence. “See? I can’t refuse you anything, even when I disapprove.”
“But you send Felix or the Lost Boys to watch after me,” you replied, making a point.
“Right,” Peter clicked his tongue. “I almost forgot about this one time,” he laughed. “(Y/N) please, don’t be so harsh on me.”
His exacerbated sense of protectiveness always got to you and you put your hands on his chest, gently rubbing him through the material of his shirt.
“There would be no fun without a little danger. Where’s your sense of adventure?” You whispered seductively, leaning in as the words fell from your wicked tongue. Peter raised his eyebrows in a way a way that meant 'are you seriously turning this against me?’. You sighed at your failed attempt to calm his temper. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not fair to me.”
“Not fair? Sparing you from danger because I love you is not fair?” Peter blinked in astonishment.
"Yes not fair! I never heard you barking after the boys when they get into dangerous situations, you barely let me do this, you can’t expect me to run away whenever it gets ugly. I can do more than my share of work and you know that, I’m very capable, I have proven it hundreds of times. What more do you need?”
“I have little concern about the boys, that’s why they get the dirty work. You’re supposed to be safe. I don’t care about being fair (Y/N), I care about your life!”
“My life!” You exclaimed, throwing your hands in the air. “My life is not threatened, never has been, trust me. I had it all under control, but I still needed to know where Rumpelstiltskin went off! If there’s one of us that has their life hanging on the line it’s you!” Angry tears built up in your eyes but you swallowed them down, refusing to show any sign of weakness.
“Ever thought that maybe that was my concern?” Peter turned around and rubbed his hands over his face, tired, oh so tired of fighting with you, tired of walking through the woods and craving the feeling of touching you. “All I’m asking is that you stop playing solo. If you want to fight and participate, alright. But do it with me, fight by my side.”
Silence followed his statement, for you had nothing to reply to that. You rubbed your hands over your face, unable to think straight, the lack of sleep confusing you. You wanted to scream and to punch a hole through a wall but Peter looked at you and he seemed worried and sorry. You loved him and all you wanted right now was to forget about the fight and sleep in his arms.
“Besides,” he continued, facing your lack of reaction. He stepped closer to you until you were pinned against the wall of the cabin. “I could use having the deadliest assassin of all realms watching my back,” he whispered.
A furtive glow flashed in your eyes and a second later your legs were wrapped around Peter’s hips, his body pressed tight against you, and in your right hand was your dagger, which you pressed close to his throat, the sharp blade cold against his skin, hereby showing your aforementioned killing skills.
“That I am,” you cooed in his ear, smirking.
“Don’t claim victory so soon, love,” Peter chuckled. “You should have a look down.” Following his gaze you looked down and saw his holding a small knife, pointing it right between your fourth a fifth rib. The quickest way to somebody’s heart. It was the knife you always kept hidden in the inside on your thigh high boots, the one you usually used to cut the ropes when you found yourself being tied somewhere and usable to disappear.
Groaning slightly, you put your dagger down and tucked it back in its sheath, inside the sleeve of your blouse.
“Fair enough, it’s a draw,” you said.
“A draw?” Peter laughed, eyebrow shooting up in surprise. “Now I see a sore loser. I think I won,” he bragged.
“Yeah, I know,” you rolled your eyes. “Peter Pan never fails.”
“You’re the one who said it,” he pointed out. You smiled softly and he leaned in to kiss you, finally able to have a taste of your lips again after days without even seeing you. Though you didn’t say it out loud, you were glad he put an end to your argument, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again and forget your misadventure. You deepened the kiss, eagerly bringing him closer until there was no room left between your bodies. The small bite you gave to his lower lip made him smile in the kiss.
“Someone missed me,” he chuckled playfully. You gave him a small shove and broke the kiss, in a much lighter mood.
“More than you can imagine,” you admitted.
“We should got to bed. We both need sleep,” he stated. Peter was right of course, you both looked dead tired and ready to pass out.
“Yes you do, you look like shit,” you said as a way of agreeing with him without seeming to agree. An art you perfected in over five hundred years of being with the same nasty, treacherous, secretive, self-centered and eyebrow wiggling assh- oh no, now he was pulling that smile he always used when you were mad at him. “Don’t even try-” you warned him but he waved it off.
“I don’t have to try, it has worked already,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your cheeks to hold back the grin you wanted to pull. He always had his way with you, you really were a hopeless case.


When Peter woke up the next day, he had a fright, for the bed was empty and his hand only found a blanket to grab instead of your body.
“Calm down, I’m right here,” you said when Peter shot up and sat on the bed, giving frenetic looks around him. You sat on the thick branch you used as a beam to make the shack hold together. He stood up and looked up towards you. Your blouse hang loosely over your body, covering your backside and the upper part of your thighs, and your long hair spread over your shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” Pan said, dumbfounded as if struck by lightning at the sight of you in the morning light. “What are you doing up there?”
“Just thinking. It kept me up most of the night,” you smiled at his former declaration. You were never a big sleeper, but even for you it was an unusually short night.
“What are you talking about?” Peter came up to you and leaned against the beam.
“Henry,” you simply answered. “In only five days in their company, I was able to tell they’d never leave without him.” You turned towards Peter. “They will never give up on him Peter. Dead or alive, this boy will be the death of us if we keep him.”
“Well, we’ll deal with this in time, but if we don’t take his heart I’m gone anyway,” Peter said, his eyes looking down. He didn’t like to say this out loud, he knew it was painful for you.
“I know,” you whispered, your hand brushing against Peter’s cheek. He looked up, meeting your eyes and kissing your palm. “But I might have another solution. You won’t like it,” you warned him.
“Tell me,” he encouraged you.
“We don’t have to kill the boy, his family will never rest in peace unless they avenged him. If we hurt him, we’ll never see the end of it, they will hunt us down.” Peter nodded in agreement at your words. “I heard them talk about where they come from. This world without magic, Storybrooke.”
“What’s your idea?” Peter urged you, growing impatient.
“We can still make a deal with them. Give them the boy back, that’s the only thing they want,” you explained.
“And ask what in exchange? They have nothing to give us,” Peter frowned.
“A one way ticket to their world. If we travel to this Storybrooke, the curse on you will be broken, because there’s no place for magic there.”
“But what if we lose our powers? They will be even more than they are now, they could turn against us and we’ll be powerless,” the boy pointed out.
“I doubt it, the Evil Queen still has her powers, so why not us? Besides, we’ll make sure our safety is guaranteed, tell them it’s the only way you’ll let them leave the island,” you said.
“Because nobody can leave Neverland without my consent,” Peter finished. “There’s always a chance of the curse still being there, right?”
“Yes,” you said sadly.
“You don’t want to kill the boy,” Peter stated. It wasn’t exactly a question, but you still answered.
“I don’t care about him, if his death could be the end of our problems, I would execute him within the minute, but it’s not. It’ll only be the beginning of our troubles, you know it too. We think we can handle them all, and maybe we can’t, Peter. They outnumber us, probably out-power us and if we have one ounce of common sense, we should stop this madness before it even starts.”
For a moment he didn’t say anything, he paced around like a caged lion, his hand on his chin, demonstrating how deep in thought he was. There was nothing more you could say, you exposed him everything you’ve thought of during your sleepless hours. You knew you couldn’t interfere with his decision, in the end it was his life that was in danger and if he decided to not take a chance and to kill the boy instead, you’d gladly go along with him and rip his heart out yourself to hand it to Peter.
“(Y/N),” he called your name, bursting your bubble of reflexion. For the first time in a lifetime, you saw him teary eyed and it broke your heart. He sat down on the bed and you jumped off the beam to huddled in his lap.
“What do you want to do, Peter?” You waited patiently, stroking his hair until he responded.
“What would you do? If it was your life?” He asked, surprising you.
“It is my life too Peter. If you died, do you honestly think I could go on without you? We’ve been together for hundreds of years, I can’t live without you. Our lives are tied, and regardless of our situation I will always be by your side.”
“I love you, you know that?” Peter answered your little declaration, placing a kiss on your naked shoulder.
“I do, and I love you too.”
He simply smiled, and after a minute or so, said, “I made my decision.”


A few days later…
Felix’s body was laying on the ground, knocked out, a huge bloody wound on the temple. Emma looked panicked at the though of killing him by accident, but you knew better.
“Step away from him!” You shouted making an abrupt movement with the hand and ended up throwing the Savior across the cave.
Felix, Henry, Peter, you and the bunch of merry companions that came here to save the boy were all gathered on the Skull Rock.
Rumpelstiltskin had stolen Henry from you and Peter a few days before, but luckily, he needed him to fulfill his own evil plans, which failed.
“Why are you doing this?” Snow White cried out, having joined her daughter, dizzy after the knock you gave her.
“Leave Henry alone!” Charming added. “He’s just a kid! He’s innocent!”
“Let him live!” Snow resumed and Peter send them across the room to separate them from their daughter and because he was sick of them finishing each others sentences.
“You think you know what’s best for him?” You snapped, joining Peter. “You two deserved the award for the worst parents, you literally sent your daughter away when she was two months old! And you-” you pointed your finger towards Emma. “-You followed the lead of your parents, and didn’t even want him at all! And now you try to separate him from the only motherly figure he had in his life, and you want to bring a one handed pirate with a drinking problem in his life?
“We might as well cut short to his agony,” Peter smirked.
“You heroes think you’re the only ones who deserve a happy ending, how selfish is that?” You asked rhetorically. Peter’s fingers laced with yours. He knew you took a huge risk by supporting him in his idea, it was risky, it was desperate, but he knew that you would always stand by him. If this failed,  they’d never stop chasing you both, ruining your lives out of vengeance.
“Why are you with him?” Emma suddenly cried. The question was directed to you. “He’s a monster!”
A rush a pure anger flashed through your veins, making your hair stand on end all over your body and clench your jaw. Your first instinct was to snap her neck and throw her body in the sea but she just injured not only Peter but also your love for him, and that deserved an answer. Choosing words over fists was a first to you, but it was never too late to learn, right?
“To love a villain you must become one,” you replied mysteriously. “I know you can understand because you’re fighting for the same reason as me: love.”
Impressed, Peter took the relay when your voice trembled, “You might never forgive us, but you will understand. Maybe one day you’ll even forget.”
“No!” She whimpered, tears flowing from her eyes. Snow White, Charming and the others were frozen in place a few meters away, unable to talk, unable to move but their eyes showed just how much they were afraid. Rumpelstiltskin and the Evil Queen were securely under a done Pan had created to keep them from using their powers even if they managed to free themselves from the spell that kept them still. The most powerful people of the realms were all reunited on  the Skull Rock, and Henry was asleep on the cold stone ground, - along with Felix - not having a single clue about the things that played out because of him right now.
“No, please, please, he’s my son!” She tried to stand up and stumbled over to Henry’s body, shaking him. “Wake up, Henry! Please!” With both hands she grabbed him by the shoulders and started shaking him like a tree, trying to make him react but it was to no use.
“It’s too late,” you said, pulling the beating heart from behind your back. Emma’s cries intensified once again at this sight. Her hopes of bringing back Henry were just reduced to dust and you were smiling. Although he didn’t enjoy hurting people – apart from a few who had it coming – but with Peter by your side and when it was necessary, you were capable of anything. With your True Love’s life in danger, you would set the whole world on fire if it was what it takes.
“Listen,” Peter walked down to the Savior and her son’s body. “He’s still alive, he just doesn’t have a heart. You’ll get your son back. Sort of,” he added the last part with a chuckle. “We’re not doing this out of pleasure, we have no other choice.”
“Yes you do!” Rumpelstiltskin’s voice made them spin on their heels. His insufferable laughter filled the cave and echoed, his voice reflected by the polished stone.  The spell holding him in place still held but he managed to speak despite it. “Our dearies here wanted to come to Storybrooke!” He laughed.
Emma looked at him, trying to blink her tears away, “W-why?” she asked, her lips still quivering and her vision troubled with an incessant flow of salted tears.
“Because the spell cast on Pan might break if we go in a world without magic. Your world,” you sighed. Peter shot you a glare, but you ignored it. This was going fine, whatever Rumpelstiltskin could say, you still had all the cards in hands and you led the game.
“But that means leaving Neverland. Leaving the boys, even your shadow,” Rumpelstiltskin stated, obviously enjoying himself. It as enough to see Charming and Snow’s expression to understand they didn’t see it coming. The Evil Queen looked annoyed because she couldn’t break the spell like Rumpelstiltskin did.
“Come with us then!” Emma almost pleaded you both, still on her knees. Her eyes shone with hope, a spark of despair flashing in them as she looked towards you and Peter.“We won’t do anything against you, just- just give Henry his heart back.” She was obviously ready to do anything in her power to keep her son safe, which was understandable but also ridiculously predictable.
“No!” You said.
“(Y/N),” Peter whispered. “If that’s what you want…”
“I want you to stay alive!” You shouted, cutting short to the confusion Rumpelstiltskin had cast over all the people present. Felix’s figure was still in your field of vision, here to remind you that even though they were the good ones, they could still play dirty. Hook was waking up from his slumber after he passed out when you held him by the throat until the lack of air made him faint.
“He will!” Emma interjected.
Peter turned to her and snapped, “Don’t make promises you cannot keep.” He faced you once again. “I trust you with my life. You have the heart, you make the rules,” he told you.
According to the panic in your eyes, the sudden weight on your shoulders was overwhelming and it crushed you. Here you stood, with the young boy’s throbbing heart in your hand and even though it was the boy’s life it should represent, you only saw it as Peter’s. Peter was giving you absolute power over his life, you were the one to decide and he trusted your ability to make the right decision. Emma still cried silently over the unconscious body of her only son, and Peter’s gaze was upon you, awaiting your answer.
Soon, it’d be too late, the moon would rise down and you’ll miss your chance to put Henry’s heart in Peter’s chest, but how could you know what the best choice was? You didn’t see the future and your magic or your fighting skills were no help in this situation. You hadn’t realized tears showed up at the corner of your eyes until Pan’s fingers came to your cheek to brush off a tear.
“I can’t,” you shook your head.
The look of distraught in Peter’s eyes was heartbreaking, until you turned around to face Emma.
“I can’t Emma, I can’t lose him. It’s not personal, but this time… it’s our turn.” You placed the glowing heart against Peter’s chest.
“No! No, no,” Emma screamed even louder, holding the boy’s body against her. “Please, you can’t do that! We’ll take you with us! Come to Storybrooke, you can live there, let him live, I’m begging you!”
Silence surrounded them for a moment but it was finally broken when you laughed. Once again they were all plunged in confusion, here you were smiling from ear to ear, laughing of you sweet laughter while literally holding the fate of everybody on this island in the palm of your hand.
“Begging?” You asked, a smirk painting on your lips. With your sleeve you rubbed the tears away, and started playing with the heart, making it twirl in your hands.
“Heroes don’t beg,” Peter suddenly laughed.
The Savior suddenly looked lost and she only reacted when all the others gasped and fell on the ground at the same time, a deaf sound and a yelp resulting from the action.
“You little bast-” The Evil Queen started but Peter shut her up.
“Don’t make me hex you again, Queenie,” he snickered. “Get down your high horses, we’re not going to kill anyone – for now.”
“W-what?” Snow White asked. Her face was stained with so many tears in was a miracle she didn’t drown in her own tears.
“We’re villains,” he exclaimed, bringing an arm around you. “And we’re good at it, in case you haven’t noticed yet. We knew you wouldn’t do as we asked if we didn’t hit were it hurt. Now that you’re all disposed to listen to us, we have a proposition to make.” Peter knelt down before Emma, Henry’s heart in the hand after taking it from you. “We’ll keep this, until we arrive, safe and sound, and more importantly until the end of the negotiations.”
“Neither of you will set a foot on my ship,” Hook spat at you, and Emma called him, scolding him.
“Hook! We don’t have a choice,” she groaned, glaring you daggers through her eyelashes. “What are your conditions?”
The hatred in her eyes was undeniable and genuine. It made you smile, because you knew the feeling. Hating was so easy and so familiar. You hated all of them, all of the people who tried to hurt Peter, or to separate you from him.
“We want to be left alone, no hostility coming from anyone, not from you, not from her,” he pointed to the Evil Queen who had the audacity to look surprised, “and not from anyone else in your world.” It was obvious they’ try to get rid of you as soon as they had the advantage, so you had to make sure you were always a step ahead of them.
“Deal,” Emma agreed, though it cost her to say that. She was still clinging at Henry’s body, reminder that she had no choice but to say yes to every since one of your conditions.
“We want a shelter and money, everything we need to survive in your world,” you answered instead of Peter.
“Done,” the Evil Queen said. It earned her the glares from everybody. “What? I’m the one with money here, that condition only engages me!”
“And we intend to make you keep your engagement,” Peter warned her. “I guess we have a deal then.”
“Now give me his heart!” Emma ordered him, reaching out to take it. She practically threw herself at Peter, in an attempt to grab the heart, but it was a desperate move. Pan reappeared two feet away from her and smirked.
“Bad girl,” he laughed. “Not until your part of the deal is fulfilled.”
A high pitched laughter came from Rumpelstiltskin, making you snort in disdain, and he stated, “What a lovely outcome! I think I’m taking a liking on these two, you should take example, dear,” he addressed the last comment to Regina. She shut him up with a quick gesture of the hand.
“As long as you respect your part of the contract, we’ll let him live,” Peter said solemnly, his hands finding yours and holding to it like it was the only thing in the world that held him back from floating away, the only thing that mattered. And it really was. You were his everything, and he was yours.
Peter squeezed the heart slightly, causing them all to reach out their hands as if it was any use. “If you don’t, I guess you all know what’ll happen.”


Peter made you both appear atop the waterfall. It was almost dawn but it was still dark. The only sound you could hear was the calm flow of the water hitting the rocks and not one nasty comment from the Queen or high pitched laugh from Rumpelstiltskin was disturbing the atmosphere.
“For our last day on Neverland, I thought I’d bring you here,” Peter said. He sat down and you mimicked him.
“Where’s Felix?” You worried about your friend.
“At the camp, the other boys will take care of him. And he’ll be a good leader once we leave,” he declared. “It’ll be hard.”
“I know,” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Leaving Neverland and the Lost Boys. It’s all we knew for the last five hundred years, and now we’ll have to live without it.”
“But we’ll live. Both of us,” he smiled, kissing your head and bringing his arm around your frame to pull you close.
“It was a close call this time,” you said, placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck.
“We’ve been avoiding death for as long as my memory goes, we weren’t going to give up this time. But yes,” he nodded. “It was close. Too close for comfort, but we made it.”
You raised your head and looked at him. His profile, his nose, his eyes, his lips. The boy was yours. He has been since the first time you met him, when you jumped from a branch and knocked him out, thinking he was going to attack you, and he would be so the next life. Your last life, a life you’d spend growing old with him instead of staying young, frozen in time.
“We’ve lived a thousand lives,” he said, mostly to himself. “But it feels like it’s the first time we’ll actually live our life.”
You smiled and took his chin in your hands to bring his lips down onto yours. Your move took him by surprise but he gladly answered to the kiss, his hands shooting up to cup your cheek. Pushing your hair out of your face, Peter stroked your skin and placed little kisses all over your face, sending you in a fit of giggles, before capturing your lips again in another kiss.
“Let us live then,” you concluded, smiling into the kiss.