#lizzipan

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Mustered up the courage and finally posted.

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I know I posted about an update on PCD a week or so back. I promise I’m almost done, I’m just now in the home stretch of editing. I’ve gotten a lot of requests for their wedding day, so I figured it’s high time I tackled it. This turned out to be a much harder prompt than I anticipated. If anyone’s interested in getting a sneak peek, check out below:

Peter grinned devilishly and pulled her close. "It’s lucky for me then that I don't lose fights all that often." The ghost of his breath tickled her forehead, luring her to inch closer when suddenly he pulled back. He took another step backwards off the path. "Come with me now."

"Where?"

Peter took both her hands and offered her a crooked smile. "Away from here."

He led her carefully off the path and into the untamed brush. She freed one of her hands to grasp the front of her gown and spare as much of it from the mud as possible. Tree roots were hidden by the bushels of crumpled leaves. She walked ungracefully, like a trotting horse, with all effort made not to trip. Her white satin heels sank with every blind step taken. They kept moving until they were deep in the woods and moving downhill. Lizzie squeezed Peter's hand for leverage as her bare ankles shook. He turned to her, then looked back at the direction from where they had come. There was no sight of the road, no view of the lake, and no sounds from the crowds still congregated at the church.

Lizzie took the initiative to step forward and wrap her arms around his lower waist. She met him with enough force to walk them both back until he was pressed against the gnarled bark of a maple tree. She buried her face against him and smudged a trace of her gold highlighter onto the lapel of his blazer. He kissed her forehead and whispered. "Tell me what's bothering you."

She shrugged and took another deep breath. "I just really needed to see you." Peter tucked his finger under her chin and gently urged her to look up at him. His thumb grazed under her eye and caught a warm tear. She frowned up at him. "Peter, this doesn't feel right."

She felt his entire body stiffen. "What doesn't feel right?"

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Is it just me, or is 'Good Girls' by 5sos totally Lizzie's song? Especially for the Storybrooke AU of Red Rebellion?

I had not heard the song before, but after listening to it, I would totally agree! The lyric about climbing out the window was spot on.

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I’m excited to share a sneak peek of some writing that I am close to finishing. (Disclaimer: Peter is not Rumple's father in this.)

Synopsis: An accident in Regina’s vault causes Killian and Emma’s teenage daughter to fall under the original Storybrooke curse. Peter Pan discovers who is responsible for the mishap and attempts to cure her. 

Peter hadn’t noticed just how fast he was walking until he arrived at the warehouse on the far side of town. The boys had already arrived and were congregated in a large circle near the front doors. Felix was sitting on one of the wooden crates pushed against the wall, isolated a short distance away.

Peter forced a grin. “Boys.”

They silenced at his approach. Chubs, one of the new recruits, stepped forward. “Is Lizzie going to be okay?”

Taken back by the concern in the small boy’s eyes, Peter blinked and cocked his brow. Chubs took the hint and stepped back. He scanned the faces of each one before he came to Felix’s at the end. The boy’s face was bowed low enough for his hood to cast a shadow over his features.

“How nice you to show up.” Peter remarked, now making his way over to him. He noticed the boy’s jaw flex, his shoulders pull back, and his knuckles grip the corners of the box just a bit tighter.

Felix knew he was in trouble.

“What’s the matter? Are we not feeling friendly today?” Still, the masquerade of amusement kept Peter grinning ear-to-ear. “Come now, Felix. After all your adventures in the past few days, surely you have at least one tale to offer us.” He hands were in his jean pockets. His head leaned to the side, seemingly playful, though Felix knew better.

The lost boy slid off the ledge of the box to stand on both feet. At first Felix did not seem phased by the quizzical greeting, though when he finally gathered the courage to look the Boy King in the eye, the inadvertent bobbing of his adams apple betrayed him.“I didn’t know she would get hurt.” He managed to speak. “I should have told you where we were going.”

Peter’s silence cast its weight between each word. He said nothing; he merely just continued to glare, waiting, chewing the lost boy out second by second. Felix swallowed, unsure of what else there was to say. He dropped his eyes down and balled his knuckles.

Just before Felix felt his composure to be on the brink of snapping, Peter smiled. His eyes crinkled with delight. “No need to lose yourself over a small bit of miscommunication. We’ve all done worse, haven’t we boys?” The group exchanged nervous glances and nods. “All that matters now is the great fun we’re to have this week.”

“Fun?” Felix frowned.

“That’s right, Felix, fun – fun with our dear Elizabeth.” The lost boys perked their heads at the sound of her name. Peter began to walk casually through the group, as he continued to talk aloud to Felix. “As it happens, your careless and blatant disregard for my rules has caused Lizzie to come under a curse. She hasn’t any clue who she is or better yet, who I am to her. The effects of the curse are of course temporary, which is where you all come in.”

Peter stopped, a look of great mischief lit his eyes. “We are going to reacquaint Elizabeth with some of our more cherished games.”

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Thank you so FREAKING much for answering my prompt. From the description you gave readers of what Lizzie looked like as Queen of Neverland, i'm tempted to make fanart.

No, thank you for the prompt! It was a pleasure to write it. And absolutely, I would love to see your art if you do anything related to these stories. It’s so fun to see how readers perceive the characters through fanart. xx

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I was wondering if you still Lizzipan prompts. If you do, could you a reverse au where Elizabeth Swan is the Queen of Neverland and Peter is the love child of CS or something else?

The tip of his nose itched under the roughly woven stack pulled over his head. He was being dragged - where to, he did not know. He stumbled over roots and rocks as the path meandered deeper, further away from the shore where the Roger was anchored. Hands clutched onto his arms. The Lost Girls were behind him ready to give the occasional push. 

“Where are you taking me?” He tried to speak up, though the sack hindered his ability to be heard. 

The girls hollered noises up ahead. They continued moving. Very soon he began to hear drum beats and laughter. He could smell smoke and roasting meat. The grips on his arms tightened to ensure he would not run. 

“No, stop!” He tried to pull back, but it was to no avail. The girls had him, and very soon, they tripped him. 

Upon his ungraceful fall down into the dirt, the end of the bag was grabbed to invite the cool midnight air to chill his sweating pores. Peter gasped. He kept his head bowed. His face remained low down to the dirt. Charcoals littered in the dirt where his hands clamped the earth. The nearby campfire crackled. 

“Well?”

A feminine articulate voice spoke up, causing all others to quieten. Her tone was as light as air, unlike the other voices around him, which he perceived with a heavy savagery. 

Peter swallowed. Reluctantly, he lifted his head up first to the two dark leather boots standing before him in the mud. Aged and scuffed from use, cracks ran up the laced leather shoes up where they ended at her knees. The girls frame was lean and slim; that much he could discern through her grey fitted pants that hugged her hips. She had a forest green shirt tucked in at her belt, which to some degree, resembled the metalwork of the buckle that his father used to wear, back when he was a pirate on the seas. 

Long blonde tresses fell over the dark fabric. Her arms were crossed, exposing the two leather cuffs wrapped over her wrists. 

Her eyes, however, were what truly captured his attention. They were gripping. Against the light from the fire, two pools of dark ocean sparkled from the flickering fire. A line of darkness traced under her lashes. She was menacing; horrifying; striking; beautiful.

Peter parted his lips to speak, though felt the words dry along the roof his mouth. “I…” 

She raised her eyebrow mockingly.“You, what?” The girls around him giggled. The leader smirked and then turned to his tall, hooded warden standing beside him. “Goodness, Felicia. What have you brought us?” 

 He felt a spread of warmth over his cheeks where he suspected he was blushing. His jaw flexed, embarrassed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m only teasing you,” the girl laughed. “It’s not every day that we see a boy on the island.” Her smile widened to reveal two rows of impossibly perfect teeth - white, straight, and striking with contrasting the subtle dusting of dirt along her chin. “But really, where are my manners? My name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth Swan. Though here on this island, I go by Lizzie.” 

Peter gawked at her, finally now assigning the infamous name to her captivating face. She might look like a young girl, but she is a bloody siren. The words of his father echoed in his mind. Stories of bloodshed, capture, torture, and hunts returned now - the stories he had been told by his father and also his step brother Henry from the storybook. 

“So tell me, did dear Captain Hook give you a name, or should I give you one myself?” 

“Peter,” he answered. “Peter Pan.” 

Lizzie smiled. A spark of adventure lit in her eyes. “Welcome to Neverland, Peter.”

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inbox me some oneshot requests and i’ll love you forever okay bye

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lol guess what I just published