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I’m trying to find this Peter Pan imagine where he comes to storeybrooke and he crosses the town line and doesn’t understand why everyone is afraid of him and I think he was just really friendly but I’m not sure, though I saved it but now I can’t find it. Literally begging for it pls
Imagine...
...Pan realising he is in love with you
Does anyone else have like, an age they are in your head? Like you genuinely forget how old you are?
Everytime I see someone’s bio say like “18” I’m like O they’re the same age as me!
But then I remember I turn 21 in a month???
You had been hiding on Neverland, undetected, for months. Thanks to an old friend, you learned a spell that would keep you hidden from Pan’s detection, or anyone’s for that matter.
However, while grabbing food in the forest, you ran into a group of strangers who you quickly befriended.
Emma, Hook, Snow White, and others.
You gave them shelter for the night, but when they left, Pan captured all of them.
You knew that you had to save them, even if it would threaten your safety.
When Pan was talking to the group who were imprisoned, you snuck up behind him and put a bow and arrow of dreamshade on the arrowhead up to his throat.
All of the lost boys spun towards you and aimed their weapons at you.
You: “Drop your weapons, or he dies.”
Pan turned around and met your eyes.
You: “Let them go.”
You said, referring to Emma and the others.
Pan: “Or what?”
You extended your arms on your bow, making the arrow go back a bit. This would make the arrow go even faster and deeper into Pan if released.
Pan: “Was that a threat?”
You: “What’s your choice?”
Pan: “You’ll die if you shoot that arrow.”
Pan, without moving, glanced around at the lost boys who still had their weapons aimed at you.
You: “And you’ll go down with me. Now make your choice.”
peter pan imagine | he chooses you over killing
masterlist | request
words: 1030
warnings: mentions of killing and mild violence
prompt: [the request has somehow disappeared from my inbox but I wrote it anyway] Hi! Is there any chance you could possibly write a one shot for Peter Pan from Once Upon A Time where he chooses to be with someone he loves rather than kill Henry? Sounds a bit complicated let me know if you can’t x
“You have to stop,” you pleaded with Peter, your eyes wide as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes. “I won’t let you do this. Please, Peter.”
The orange glow from the campfire flickered across Peter’s face, casting shadows in the hollows of his cheeks and eyes as he scowled back at you. “You can’t stop me, [Y/N]. Nothing can. I thought you would have realised that by now.”
You were arguing about Henry. Pan had been holding him captive for weeks and planned to rip his heart from his chest a few moments from now, and the very thought caused you to shudder violently. Peter had never been good, but you had thought he was changing, perhaps stupidly, for your sake. Now, he wanted to murder. That was something you could not stand back and watch.
Peter made a move to walk off, but you grabbed his arm, forcing him to stay. He looked slightly surprised at your strength–or perhaps it was your sudden burst of confidence–but soon his glare returned.
“If you kill him, this is over,” you whispered, your voice low with threat. “I won’t be in love with a murderer, Peter, and I won’t let you become one, not while I sit back and watch.”
Peter stumbled back and he nodded, gulping. “Very well. If you are forcing me to choose, we’re done. I have to kill him. You know that. I have made my choice, [Y/N].”
And then he was gone, heading straight in the direction of where Henry was being kept. You sank to the floor, feeling bile rise in your throat. Still, you couldn’t regret what had just happened. Better to lose him than watch him lose his final shred of humanity.
Peter was surrounded by the Lost Boys, but he couldn’t help but search for you in the crowd. He’d hoped you had changed your mind, that perhaps you loved him enough to let go of your own values, though he knew better than to expect that by now.
Still, his eyes lowered for a moment and he had to force the breath in and out of his lungs a few times before he was able to meet the eyes of Henry Mills, the boy who soon would be dead by his own hand. He smiled at the sight of him tied up and writhing, with nothing but fear in his eyes. Then, the sound of your unwelcome voice echoed in his thoughts: You’re better than this, even if you don’t see it.
He shook his head to dispel you and your words, extending his hand towards Henry’s chest, right where his heart beat on the other side of his ribs. He plunged in, felt the organ’s muscles contract as he grasped it, and then he looked into Henry’s eyes and felt his own heart fall to his stomach.
You’re better than this, even if you don’t see it.
He couldn’t do it. He let go of the heart, retracting his hand as the Lost Boys began to mumble and complain around him. Killing Henry wasn’t worth losing you, he realised now. He had not felt satisfaction or pride when he had saw Henry’s eyes glaze over in pain, had not enjoyed the feeling of drawing life from another, not at such a cost.
You were his choice. You should have been from the beginning. He knew that now, and as he stood up, wiping his hand on his trousers, he knew exactly where to go.
You had been about to leave when he showed up, looking not at all like Peter, with his hands in his pockets and his head hung in shame.
You could barely look at him, tears stinging your eyes as you packed the few belongings you had in a small bag.
“Don’t leave, [Y/N]," he whispered, and suddenly he was right behind you, his breath tickling your neck. "I’m sorry. I was wrong. I know that now.”
“And did you realise that before or after you killed him? Before or after you took another’s life?”
“I didn’t.”
You frowned, turning to face him as you wiped your damp cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt. “What?"
"I didn’t kill him. I couldn’t.” He shrugged, his eyes glistening against the dim lighting. “It wasn’t worth losing the only thing I ever loved. Nothing will ever be worth that. I should have known.”
“But you were so willing to give me up," you argued, your voice cracking with sobs. "You acted like I meant nothing, that the only thing you truly cared about was killing. How could you have changed your mind, just like that?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. And then, as I held his heart in my hands, I realised that you were wrong. I wasn’t better than this, but I wanted to be. I want to be the boy you see in me. I want to be worthy of you, and I don’t want to lose you.”
He took another step towards you, his fingers finding the ends of your hair and playing with them lightly.
“You are the only light I have, and I feared I had been in the darkness for so long that it just wouldn’t be bright enough. That nothing would ever be bright enough again. I was wrong. I don’t want to hurt and kill anymore. I just want to love you, and I want you to love me, and I’m not prepared to give you up for anything in this world. In fact, I would sooner die.”
“I do love you,” you mumbled, blushing. “I always have, Peter Pan. I just never thought you would choose me. I never thought I’d hear you say these things.”
“I will always choose you." His forehead rested against yours, and he kissed you gently. "You are all I want. All I have. I’m sorry I forgot that for a moment."
"Then," you smiled, "I suppose you’re no longer a Lost Boy."
Family Ties (Pt. 4)
Part Four
Pan x Reader
Part Three
So sorry for the long wait!
I emerge from a cloud of my own smoke, roughly a twenty-minute walk from the camp. As I begin to walk home I can't stop my mind from racing. I wasn't alone. I had a brother. A brother who I knew, who I spent time with, who I cared about. When I first came to Neverland the only person I knew was Pan. And because he ran the place he was always busy, whether it was training the newest lost boy or hanging out with the older ones. After a few days, I met Baelfire, and a few more days after that we became the best of friends. And when he left it felt like I was abandoned all over again. I guess in a way, without either of us knowing it, I was. And to make things worse Henry was my nephew. How could I let the plan continue knowing it meant my family would be the price.
I slowed my walk until I stood still right outside of the camp. I watched as Henry sat on a log observing the lost boys. I quickly diverted my eyes and move them towards Pan, only to see him playing his flute happily as the boys danced around the fire once again. As I made my way towards him, to tell him about this new information, my eyes couldn't help but look back towards Henry. A second later Henry's eyes met mine he gave me a small wave and smile. I froze in my spot once again, feeling my face create a look of panic as tears fill my eyes. I continued to look at Henry and all I could think was, he was my family. He was my blood. And how could I let one child die just to save another? Before I knew it, Pan had made his way across the camp and snapped me out of my thoughts. He quickly placed his hands on my shoulders giving me a slight shake, as he called my name.
"Y/N, What's wrong? What did they do?!" He said as he looked me up and down, for any signs of damage.
"I have a brother..." I whispered.
"What?" Pan said as he took a small step back. "Who?"
"Baelfire," I replied softly. "I mean it all makes sense. We were always close. When we were together we acted like siblings, hell we were inseparable. Even Felix saw it. He always said that we looked similar, but I never saw it..." I said as the tears began to fall. "I thought... I thought..." Pan quickly pulled me back into his embrace and held me close as I began to sob.
"Shhh... It's okay." Pan whispered in my ear, as he softly stroked my hair.
After a few minutes, I notice the eery silence coming from the camp. I quickly pulled away and wiped my cheeks to try to dry the tears. Pan shot the boys a look that made them turn their backs away from us and ignore our conversation.
"Y/N... How do you know that they're telling the truth? What if they are just saying that to gain your trust? To get you to do what they want? To turn against me?"
"Hook said that they were going to get him when my mother was killed, by his father. Hook never talked about her. Ever! Not to me, not to anyone." I expressed. "He even said her name. Milah."
About a minute passed before either of us spoke when Pan said. "Okay then! Let's go." He grabbed my hand and began to pull me away from the camp.
"Wait...were are we going?" I questioned.
"To find out the truth."
We walked for what seemed like forever in silence when we arrived at the site where we kept Wendy.
"Why are we here?" I asked. Pan remained silent as he walks to the tree that the rope attached to the cage, was tied around. He untied it and lowered the cage to the ground.
He looked at me and said, "I'll meet you back at the camp." He then turned and walked away. I watched him until he disappeared into the forest. I turn back to face the cage and stared at it for a moment before walking towards the front. From the angle I was at I couldn't see inside the cage, but when I crouched down I was shocked by who I saw.
"Bae...Is that you?" I whispered.
"Y/N?"
"Oh my god.... It's really you." I quickly ripped open the cage and pulled him in for a hug.
"It's been so long." He whispered. As we pulled away I quickly smacked his arm as hard as I could.
"Ow! What was that for?" He shouted as he grabbed the spot.
"I missed you, you idiot! Plus you didn't say goodbye..."
"Y/N, you know that if I told you I was leaving, you would have tried to stop me, and if that didn't work, you would have told Pan. I had to get out of this place, Y/N. You know that." He said slowly.
"You could have at least written me a letter. It would have been better than finding out from Felix. You know how much of an ass he is when he wants to put someone down."
"Yeah, that's something I definitely didn't miss." He chuckled, and I couldn't help but laugh along with him. After a moment of silence, I spoke.
"So, I met your family. Do they know you're here?"
"No. I came to save my son, Y/N. His name is Henry. I can't let him be trapped on this island." He then whispered. "I need you to help me get him." He gave me a pleading look and said. "Please."
"I don't know if I can do it."
"Of course You can. You are probably the only person in this place who can help me and not face Pan's wrath."
I look at him and I know it's now or never.
"Was your mothers name Milah?"
He shoots me a confused look before saying, What- Y/N what does that have to do with anything we're talking about?! I-"
"It has to do with everything! Was her name Milah!? Yes or no?" I yelled as I looked at him.
He just stared at me for a minute, while fiddling with his fingers, before responding, "Ya... Why does it matter?"
All I could do in that moment was turn away from him before yelling, "Damn it!"
Baelfire walked in front of me while placing his hands on my shoulders and said, "Y/N. Why?"
Tears begin to fill my eyes once again as I said, "That means they were telling the the truth."
"Who, was telling the truth?"
"My dad, he said-"
"Wait Your dad? I thought you left him for good after the insident>"
"I thought I did. Actually he's on the island right now...looking for Henry."
"What? Why would he be looking for Henry."
"I think he is in love with Emma."
A blank look covers his face as he connects the dots.
"Wait... Hooks your dad?!"
"Shocker huh..." We stare blankly at each other as he takes in the new information.
"What does he have to do with my mom?"
"You remember that bastard that kidnapped her. It was him...Except she went willingly. Love makes people do crazy things."
"Hook and my mom... That's disgusting... I guess that makes us what? Step siblings?"
"No. Half siblings..." I trailed off waiting for his reaction.
A look of shock crossed his face as he whispered, "Milah was your mom?"
I nodded my head in agreement. "Yeah, which makes you my brother and Henry..." I trailed off.
"Your nephew." Baelfire finished.
"Bae, I don't know what to do."I said as my voice cracked.
"Help us. I know that it will be hard... to work against Pan, because I know how much you love him. But the only reason you came to Neverland was to escape the family that betrayed you." He said as I let out a sob. "Hook isn't you only family anymore. You have Henry and me. And since you have us you have everyone. snow, David, Emma, Regina. Everyone."
I turn away from him as I listen to what he said.
"Help us. And as your best friend...as your brother I will take you with us."
"I don't think I can do that." I whispered.
"What. Why?" I ignore his question.
"I'll ask Pan to send you to the Echo Cave." Your family will find you there I thought.
"What! No! Y/N, I-"
"Like you said. I love Pan, And it's too hard to go against him."
Then with a quick wave of my hand, Bae falls to the ground unconscious. I stare at him for a minute before I spoke.
"You can come out now." After a few seconds, Felix emerged from behind the tree.
"How'd you know the ass was around?" He questioned with a smirk.
"You honestly think I would believe that Pan would leave me alone with someone, knowing it could be the key to ruining the plan." I said while raising an eyebrow towards him.
"I always underestimate those brains you have in that pretty little head of yours."
"Are you going to help me put him back in the cage or what." I snapped.
After putting him back in the cage I left Felix to put the cage back in the trees. once I arrive back to camp I see Pan smirking as he played his flute while Henry danced around the fire with all of the lost boys.
As I move to sit next to Pan, I can tell that the next few days were gonna be long and complicated ones.
Pan Imagine
Requested... and it seems that I write a lot of Pan lol
‘’See Hook, I told you the spell would bring your sister back.”
“Where’s the little lady?”
The King of the Lost Boys chortled, unfazed by the pirates tone, even though they were laced with venom.
“Fraid I can’t just give away her location, you’ll have to find her yourself,”
“Why not? She’ll be no use to you anyway,”
His mocking tone struck a nerve in the Lost Boy, his eyes narrowing.
Pan only laughed, raising his hands up midway,”she’s my lost girl, I can’t let go of her that easily.”
The grinned stayed in place, knowing how you were asleep in the hut you two shared, unaware.
“Well , I ought to be going, someone’s waiting’,” he laughed disappearing before Hook could follow. Pan appeared in the hidden camp with a snap, making some of the younger lost boys flinch, not used to Pan’s authority. He strutted to the cabin, grinning from the fear that radiated from the boys.
“Peter?” you whispered, hearing step into the only home that you remembered.
“I’m here, my darling, I’m here. You’re safe,” he opened his arms, awaiting your body to collide with his. You had been persuaded by his pixie dust that you were the mother of the lost boys.
“W-when I w-woke up, you were gone and I couldn’t move,” you spoke into his chest,”I was so scared Peter.”
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All that you knew was that you were running and that it was the middle of the night. You blindly sprinted, occasionally tripping on the roots and stumbling into the trees.
Suddenly you were blinded by the light from an infinitely blazing fire, the desperation to get away disappearing.
Imagine...
... Dating Pan and being Killians daughter
