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The Floor is Lava

REQUEST: @cookieytb “Request Peter Pan x Reader : 'the floor is lava' in Neverland😄 Thanks!💕💕” A/N: I've no idea when this request was sent, could be two days, could be two years, but here it is. I've been gone for like a year but I'm rewatching ouat & I'm in season 3 so I couldn’t resist checking up on this blog and decided to start writing here again.  FANDOM: OUAT PAIRING: Peter Pan x Reader THEME: playful, romantic WORD COUNT: 

Y/N was an agile girl, what with having lived in Neverland for years already. She was quick and had good balance, she sometimes managed to surprise Peter. Sometimes when they’d play, he’d almost lose his balance watching her, and she would laugh and run and end up beating him at his own games. 

She leaped off the log onto a rock, gracefully as always, and reached toward a tree, just out of reach, though. Peter had already caught up to her and he touched her arm, throwing off her concentration. She turned to him, the small rock under them could barely hold them both without one stumbling down, so he grabbed her waist. 

“Got you,” he said, a playful smile curving his lips. Y/N giggled, laying her hands on his forearms. 

“You weren't meant to catch me,” she said. “We’re not playing tag.” She held him tightly and closely. He kept smiling, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and back again. 

“Then what’s the point?” he said. “Just running around aimlessly? You’re my prize.”

Y/N let a laugh, her foot nearly slipping off the edge of the rock, squeezing his arms ever tighter. “But you weren’t even winning,” she exclaimed. “Peter Pan may always win, but not if the game isn’t a competition.”

“A game without a winner?” he questioned. “That’s just silly.”

She smirked a little, pulling away from him, trying to push him off the rock into the imaginary lava, but ending up slipping off herself onto the soft forest floor. 

Peter grinned, “I think I’ve just won, don’t you?” he said, failing at covering his gloating smile. Not that he was trying. 

Y/N scoffed, but with a smile, and crossed her arms, looking up at the boy standing atop the rock victoriously. He jumped off, clearing his throat, and raised a brow in anticipation of his prize. 

She was a sour loser, as he was, too, but she played fair, just as he did. See, cheaters never win, and deals must be respected. She let her arms fall to her sides and she approached Peter. He picked up a strand of hair that had strayed from the rest, and she got on her tiptoes and pulled him into a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“You win, Peter.”

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Celebration PT. 2

REQUEST: i think it was requested a long time ago ?? A/N: Imagine drunk Peter telling you he’s into you PT. 1 FANDOM: OUAT PAIRING: Pan x Reader RATING: E, fluff TITLE: Celebration WORD COUNT:

The first thing you saw upon reaching the burnt out bonfire, were all the boys sitting, holding their heads and groaning.

"Ah, good morning, everyone!" you said brightly smiling and stretching. They looked at you, making faces and flipping you off. You just continued smiling and went to Peter. He was sitting by the very same log as the night before.

"Oh, save it," he said.

"Does your head hurt?" you asked, your voice pitching high at the end. He looked at you, extremely irritated.

"I hate you."

"Oh, no you don't!" you said, nearly bursting into laughter. "You've come to fancy me."

"Oh god," he said, laughing. "Did I say that?"

"Ya-huh," you confirmed. He scooted closer to you and you then wrinkled your nose. "You look like shit."

"Thanks, but I have something to tell you," he said, turning toward you.

You and Peter had been friends for a very long time and had never seen him this nervous. He was biting his cheek as he leaned his arm on the log.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I told you I like you last night," he said.

"What? I—"

"No, no, no, let me finish," he interrupted. "You're my best friend in the whole wide world and I love you. But... recently, I’ve realised that aside from your amazing spirit and big heart, that you're quite beautiful, too."

Your heart had jumped to your throat, and the only way to lighten the mood was say: "You didn't think I was pretty before?" with a nervous laugh.

"Well, obviously," he said, giving you his look. "But, I mean we've been friends for so long that I kind of... stopped seeing you that way, but now—"

"Where are you going with this?" you said, a little panicked and fully turned toward him.

He looked at you in the eyes, trying to put his thoughts together. He was about to say something, but didn't. His mouth was left slightly open and his gaze dropped to the ground.

"What?" you said quietly.

"I think I'm in love with you," he responded with an equally quiet voice. Your heart jumped back into your throat again, making it hard to breathe. A hot wave rushed through your nerves. He stared at you, expecting to hear a reply, any reply.

"Oh," you breathed. Not that reply though. That had I don’t feel the same way written all over it. But that wasn’t true. You didn’t love him, well, you did, but... “I—”

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Lost Boy

chapter seven — Rainy Day

Hook was sat in the corner of the room, tapping his foot on the floor inconsistently, slowly driving Peter insane. It had been hours since he’d called Felix. He hadn’t called back, and he had no idea if he’d even gotten the message. You could say he was stressed. 

“Why’d you do it?” Hook asked. Peter raised his hung head, and looked over at the man. “Why did you steal from me? We had a good thing going, kid.”

“I was tired of being your bitch,” he replied. “Running errands, doing your dirty work.”

“I took you under my wing,” Hook said, and stood up. He slowly walked over to Peter, and looked down at him like he was a rodent. “You ungrateful child,” he spat, tightening his fist and taking a swing at his face. Hook leaned closer, so close the boy could smell the alcohol he’d been drinking, and said, “I want my money, and I want it now.”

He backed away, and just as he was going to walk away, Peter spat the blood that had been gathering in his mouth at the man. His eyes filled with rage as he lunged back at Peter, wrapping his hand around his throat. Then his phone rang. He stared at him for a few more seconds, and loosened his grip. Peter caught his breath, and Hook held the phone for him. 

“Pan?” Felix’s voice was fearful. 

“Yeah, I’m here,” Peter replied. He was trying not to sound as stressed as he was. 

“I got your message, but, I—I don’t have the money,” he said. 

Peter sighed, looking up at Hook, who had no doubt heard that. “I have a friend, she has some money I left her for a rainy day.”

“What friend?” Felix asked, from the other side of the line, the bad connection hiding his agitation.

“Her, uh, her name’s Tina, Tina Bellamy,” Peter said. “She should still be living in Brooklyn.”

A/N: sorry this chapter is so short, I just wanted to post something since I’ve been mia for so long, more coming soon!

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Can you do an anarchy pt. 2

yep, i will!

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Lost Boy

A/N: sorry for the delay.. oops..sorry..

chapter six — Teen Spirit

You were sitting on your bed, silently staring at your phone. You felt bad about not telling Peter what was bothering you. He’d been a bit out of it lately and you doubted he’d ever realise what he’d done wrong. But every time you tried calling him back, something stopped you.

Your train of thought was cut off abruptly, when you heard a frantic pounding at the front door. You jumped off your bed and went into the corridor leading up to the door. You could hear heavy breathing on the other side, like someone had been running the whole way here.

“Y/N! I know you’re there! Open up!” you heard a familiar voice. He pounded on the door again, and you opened it, stepping back so the next thing his fist hit wouldn’t be your face.

“Felix?” you asked, worry coating your voice. He’d never liked you—he thought you’d ruing everything, and when you did, he began hating you— something had to be wrong. Really wrong. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you home alone?” he asked quietly, not that he cared a minute ago. He pushed past you and looked around the home.

“Yeah,” you said with a questioning tone, going after him and pulling him away from your room. “What do you want?”

“Hook’s got him, and I need your help,” he said, turning to you. You shook your head in confusion and Felix huffed in frustration. “He’s this—he’s a bad guy, okay? And Pan stole from him, it’s a long story! But he’s got him and he is going to kill him if you don’t help me.”

“How do you know, exactly?”

“He said he was in Queens,” Felix said.

You raised a brow. “Can’t he just be in Queens?”

Felix made a face, “We’re gangsters, not trash, Y/N, my dear.”

You wanted to say something bitchy, but held your tongue. “So why are you telling me?”

“I need your help,” he said, without hesitation. You wanted to laugh, which you then did.

“What? You? Need my help?”

“Yes, Y/N, ha ha, I need your help,” Felix said flatly. “You need to come with me, now.”

“What? No!”

“No? What do you mean no?” he asked, shocked. “He’ll kill him!”

You didn’t know how to say no. But, you were just… regular. You were just—you. What could you do? “I can’t help you!”

“Oh my goodness, Y/N, if you don’t come with me, I will come back for you, you hear me?” he said and you gulped. “I need help, and you’re better than nothing, so, please.”

“Better than nothing, gee, thanks, Fe,” you said, your tone oozing sarcasm. He sighed, looking away.

“So?”

“Just don’t get me killed okay? And it’s on you if I fuck everything up,” you said, putting your shoes on.

“There, that’s the spirit.”

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So in your imagine " but she is so pretty " the leader and pan got together or was he still with Wendy 😕

it’s more of a plato fic, or that’s how i meant it anyways. but everyone can do whatever they want with the ending!

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But, She's So Pretty PT. 2

REQUEST: — A/N: Happy (late (like really late)) Christmas/Hanukkah/Eid/Yule/Just December to all of you! FANDOM: OUAT PAIRING: Peter x Reader RATING: E, swearing TITLE: But, She’s So Pretty

You were sitting on your bed with your legs crossed, reading. Ever since you left Neverland you hadn’t been able to think about anything else. And by that you meant Wendy. That bitch had taken everything from you, which was your best friend and home. You’d only been back a couple of days, and the fact that Peter hadn’t come to get you, meant he didn’t care.

You got out of bed, but halfway to the kitchen you heard a knock at the door. Your family wasn’t going to be home for a while, so it wasn’t them…

You went to open the door, and scoffed—even though you were more than delighted to see him. Still, you weren’t going to let him get off the hook. “Okay first off, what the fuck are you wearing, and second, get out of my sight, Peter” you said.

“What? They’re jeans and—and you think it was easy finding a store open on Christmas Eve?” he shot back. “Also you owe me like, a hundred something. I can’t remember the currency of this realm.”

“You won’t need my money,” you pointed out.

“No, but the store I stole these clothes from will,” he said.

“Leave,” you commanded.

He grinned. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Is your girlfriend here with you?” you asked. Peter walked past you into the house. He took off his jacket and left it on the floor as he fell onto the couch.

“No, she’s in Neverland,” he said.

You made a disgusted expression. “Isn’t she twelve?”

“She’s our age,” Peter said, sitting up and inviting you next to him.

“Yeah, when we were twelve,” you laughed as you closed the door, only walking toward him, not sitting down. 

You wanted to hug him tight, and go back home and for everything to be normal again, but was wasn’t really a choice, was it?

“I thought you had a family,” he said, snapping you out of the fantasy of Neverland, looking around the room. “It’s Christmas.”

“They’re out,” you said. “What do you want?” 

You knew what you wanted; your best friend back. But all he seemed to want was some girl. Never in the years that you’d been friends, had anything ever come between you except for each other.

“I want you to come back home,” he said, without hesitation.

You scoffed, again, stubbornly holding onto your bitter anger.

"Oh, won't you get over it, already!” he snapped, getting up. “I was only punishing you for being such a bitch to Wendy," Peter said, as if it was completely justified. You now fully remembered just how angry with him you were. 

“Speaking of, why were you so nice to her, but so mean to me?” you asked, crossing your arms. Peter sighed, and unfolded your arms right away. 

“You know I have authority issues, don’t do that, it makes you all... authoritative,” he said, and you wanted to laugh, but didn’t. You kept a cold expression. “I wasn’t like I usually am with her because you've taught me stuff. Like, not to be mean to people when you first meet them. Apparently they don’t like someone being mean to them when they’re already scared.”

You rolled your eyes. 

“She’s also really pretty,” he said. “I’m sorry. You also taught me to forgive people, so...” he said, raising a brow, waiting for you to say something. 

You rolled your eyes again, and he nudged your arm. “Stop that, your eyes are gonna fall out.”

You couldn’t help but smile, and you couldn’t be angry with him anymore. “Fine! I forgive you,” you said. “Idiot.”

“I love you too,” he chuckled. 

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Anarchy PT. 1

REQUEST: Can you do one where the reader is dating Pan and gets away with a lot of things/ pushes her luck with him a lot. But one day things get out of hand and she gets hurt — Anonymous You always tested your limits with Pan because you knew he would never hurt you but one day you test your limits to far and end up in danger. Pan starts freaking out because he can't find you. Fluff or smut at the end. Please — Anonymous A/N: I’ll be combining the two requests above. Sorry there’s no GIF or photo, I’m not on my own computer right now! FANDOM: OUAT PAIRING: Peter Pan x Reader RATING: non-E TITLE: Anarchy WORD COUNT:

Peter woke up as early as usual. Also as usual, you would be sleeping next to him, but that day you weren’t. He sighed, assuming you had fallen asleep somewhere else in camp, usually that would be by the fire. You were a big explorer, and because Peter had already been everywhere, you ended up going alone. Even thought that might be dangerous he let you go off alone after he either got tired of your whining, or you left without him knowing. Peter had begun to trust your navigation and survival skills after time, since you always got back just fine and when promised, with the occasional slip.

He got out of his tent, looking around for you. Every time he didn’t find you somewhere he got a bit nervous, but eventually did find you.

“God damn it, Y/N, where are you?” he mumbled as he searched through the camp.

“Looking for Y/N again?” Peter heard Felix ask, who just crawled out of his tent. “Tell me again, won’t you, is she your girlfriend or your dog?”

“Shut up, Felix,” Peter said, sitting down.

“She doesn’t know the island, you shouldn’t let her go alone like that,” Felix began lecturing, again. “I’m telling you, one of these days you’ll find her dead.”

Peter looked at him, annoyed at his tone.

“Sorry, but it’s true.”

He knew it was true. But every time you asked to go somewhere, you found some good reason for him to let you.

“Do you want me to go look for her?” Felix asked.

“No, no, I’ll go. She can’t be far,” Peter sighed, getting up and heading out. You’d told him she was going to Pixie Hollow, she should at least be there.

He kept wondering why he didn’t go with you; he liked Pixie Hollow. It was a forest atop the tallest mountain on the island, and the trees had the most pixie flowers in the realm of Neverland. It was the most beautiful at night, when the moon shone a light on the flowers and their glow was the brightest.

Peter landed right in the middle of the forest. It wasn’t a very large area, but there were lots of caves, valleys and hills, ponds and cliffs.

He called your name a few times, his voice echoed off into the distance, but no one answered. He tried to breathe steady, but his heart was still racing. He walked about, not hearing or seeing anything, yet.

A few moments after frantically turning every stone in the forest, Peter saw a shadow flicker past him in the distance. It went by so fast he couldn’t tell if it was even attached to a person. He took a few steps back, unaware there was a stone in his path, and he tripped. He looked around, seeing a little cave he hadn’t spotted before. It was dark, but someone was in it.

“Peter?” a faint and scared voice asked. “Come, quickly, before they see you!”

You grabbed his arm and began pulling him into the cave, pulling your legs back against your chest and turned to him.

“Y/N, who?” he asked, now as frantically as yourself.

“I don’t know... I was walking around last night, and then someone started shooting fucking arrows at me! There’s five or six of them, maybe more,” you said.

“What?” he was astonished, he thought he knew everyone on the island, his boys were supposed to be the only ones here... There was the occasional group of pirates, but he couldn’t have missed them coming to the island.

“I picked up one of the arrows, they have some kind of carvings on them, I kept them in case you found me. You know what they are?” you asked, handing him the arrow on the ground next to you. Peter took it, and ran his fingers over the carvings, examining the figures carefully. He didn’t look like he had any idea what they were.

“How can you not know who these bastards are?” you snapped. He was quiet for a bit, still looking at the arrow.

“Calm down, Y/N, I’m not God,” he said snapped back. “You’re the one who came out here.”

The only explanation he had for these people was that they must’ve come with a new group of boys and then strayed. Peter sometimes brought so many boys he couldn’t keep track of them all.

“I think they might be Lost Boys.”

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Can you do one where the reader is dating Pan and gets away with a lot of things/ pushes her luck with him a lot. But one day things get out of hand and she gets hurt

im gonna combine this one and

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You always tested your limits with Pan because you knew he would never hurt you but one day you test your limits to far and end up in danger. Pan starts freaking out because he can't find you. Fluff or smut at the end. Please

this one

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True Love's Kiss PT. 3

REQUEST: — A/N: PT. 1, PT. 2 FANDOM: 
OUAT PAIRING: Peter Pan x Reader
  RATING: 
E TITLE: True Love’s Kiss 
 WORD COUNT: 1061

The group was slowly beginning to be ready with lunch, and you got up. Walking to the trash can and the table where the trays and plates were meant to go, you happened to look back at your friends, who were still talking. And being the klutz you were, you ran right into someone, dropping your tray with a rattle. Your friends looked toward the noise, and seeing it was you they began applauding and cheering.

"Thanks, guys, really not necessary," you said, picking up your tray before the stranger could. He straightened up and cleared his throat. "Sorry, I'm so sorry," you laughed, and you looked up. The first thing you noticed, were the three scratch marks on his left cheek, like a dog's claws dug into his skin.

"Me too, again," he said and you recognized him as the boy from a few weeks ago. You unconsciously backed up a step, and he looked away. He began walking back, and you suddenly felt bad. Those scratches looked nasty and you ran after him. He was walking along the corridor and you stopped, not knowing what to call him.

“Hey,” you yelled after him. Immediately upon hearing your voice he stopped. You hesitated going after him that second. The corridor was empty, and you couldn’t help but feel that same fear creep in as when you last saw him. He waited a few seconds before actually looking at you. 

“Yeah?” he said, turning around. You suddenly had no idea what to say when he looked into your eyes. It was crazy and it made no sense, but you felt like you’d met him before, before he kissed you. 

“Why did you—” you broke off mid-sentence. He observed your expression that was a mix of fear and intrigue and cautiously stepped toward you.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he dared. 

“Try me,” you said, looking deeper into his green eyes, as if trying to look for answers for why you felt this way about this stranger. He smiled a small smile.

“Call me crazy if you like, but we met in Storybrooke—that’s in Maine—and we... I... There was a curse cast on the town and you and Emma fled to save yourselves from being cursed and not even know it,” he said, rushing through the last words. Looking at his expression, he expected you to laugh at him, but for some reason you didn’t. Of course it sounded crazy, but you only looked at his guilty face as his gaze dropped to the floor. “I know you don’t remember who you are, but I do.”

“Who’s that?” you asked, like in a trance. His lips curved into a smile as he looked at you. He thought of what to say. 

“You are the first person I could ever love,” he answered a while later. “And although I told myself Neverland was my home, it never was. As corny as it sounds, you were my home. You made me feel safe and loved. And the fact that the kiss didn’t work, tells me that’s not how you feel about me at all.”

You didn’t believe what you were about to do or why the hell you would think that would make this situation any less strange, but it felt like the right thing to do, for some reason. You gently placed the back of your hand on his cheek where you’d hurt him. Tracing along the marks you left on him and he glanced up, and then you pulled his face close to yours. Your lips touched his softly at first, then, something happened and you deepened the kiss. Images, like memories flashed through your mind, so fast you couldn’t make them out as individuals. You remembered small bits and pieces, kisses traced down your body, dark nights spent laid in bed, sneaking around so Emma didn’t hear you bringing him home, and it wasn’t just memories now, but feelings. In one second you felt feelings worth of years, so intensely you felt as if you were going to faint. It was him, the memories, they were of him. You tried your hardest to fish for a name, Emma, Regina, Henry, Snow White, Rumplestiltskin, all those names and their faces flashed before your mind’s eye. But there was no boy, the memory of his name and face were buried deep within your memory. Who are you? Then, as if lighting had hit you, so did his name. Peter, Peter Pan.

You pulled away from him, having to catch your breath. You looked at his face, millimetres away from yours and you let out your breath in pure joy. “Peter,” you said, a mix of a laugh and a cry. His eyes began darting across your face in shock and you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck. It took him a while to process, to wonder if he was only dreaming. 

“Y/N?” he spoke quietly into your hair and you laughed again. He held you close and you thought you were going to cry. Oh, how you’d missed him. Of course, you didn’t know you had, but while you lived in New York with Emma, there had been something missing. You had been missing. “Are you serious?” he asked, hugging you tighter. You let go of him slowly. 

“I am,” you confirmed. “Sorry, about your face,” you added with a bit of amusement. He chuckled, pulling you closer.

“I can’t believe this,” he said, pulling away to see your face. "Have you any idea how long I looked for you in this city, filled with so many people?”

“How did you find me?”

Peter smiled, “Well, I couldn’t exactly just ask: 'Hi, I’m looking for a beautiful girl', could I?” he laughed, you did too. “I figured Emma put you in school, that narrowed the search down a little.”

“I missed you,” you said. “I mean, I know I couldn’t miss you, but now that I think of spending what, a year, without you I feel all that longing now...” you tried your best to explain the strange feelings inside you. Peter just smiled, touching your face—the feeling you’d missed—and he brushed a few hairs behind your ear. 

“I do love you too,” you whispered, right before his lips touched yours once more. 

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Can you pleeaaassee do 29, 15, 10 and 3 with Pan😘

uu i liek it

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sooo if you read my story "Tiger Lily and Peter Pan" on wattpad, you may have noticed i haven't posted in a while. i haven't really had motivation to write, but i'm now rewriting the whole shabang and a new part should be posted shortly. stay updated by following my account 'peter-pancakes'

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Hi could you possibly do a fix wher the heroes come to get Henry and they walk in on land reader having sex? Tysm

i don't think i'm comfortable making an imagine like that about henry

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Part 2 for Just Mine?👀 pretty plz

it's coming up!

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Ohh both sound good. Can you do one where she is brought back hurt and another where she comes back with the heroes for Henry?

oooh yees both are cool!! thanks a lot!

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You were peters lost girl. One day you get taken away from the king himself. What happens when his lost girl is reunited to him, but not in the best circumstances

im kinda bad at knowing whether someone spelled something right or if they used the right words and something so do you mean circumstances or like condition? like u kno u were brought back in a bad condition or..? pls halp me dudes what u think they mean