Conquest Part 2
Peter Pan x Reader fanfiction
You devised your plan all week. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You had taken quite a few notes out of Peters book, deciding once and for all that it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine.
Over the next few days, you began dressing up slightly more than usual. You didn’t opt for a full blown makeover like your best friends had suggested. Instead, you simply opted for wearing more flimsy tops or wore skirts in place of jeans. You also began wearing a slight bit more makeup, just enough so that people would notice there was a change, but not being able to pinpoint it exactly.
You also took the time to talk to quite a few more boys when Peter was around. You didn’t lead them on of course. You weren’t heartless like Peter, it was purely friendly banter between you. But Peter didn’t need to know that. All Peter needed to witness, was you laughing with various boys, whilst also ignoring him.
You could feel his eyes on you all week, staring daggers into your soul. You embraced the change. For once it wasn’t you watching him make his moves on a number of girls.
Your plan was to keep Peter at a distance, before coming in full force, the same way he had done with you. Which is why, after school on Friday, you had gotten home, dressed up in a slightly revealing outfit and headed over to Peters house.
You had found out from your parents, that they were going out for the evening with Peters parents. Meaning he was left home alone for the evening, setting up the perfect time to strike.
As you walked towards his home however, you were beginning to feel slightly nervous with your plan and even started to consider backing out. That was until the front door to Peters home suddenly flung open and his father rushed out, dressed up in a fancy suit and tie. “Oh Y/N!” He exclaimed “I’m just on the way to the restaurant to meet up with the rest of the group, I was kept back late at work. Are you here to see Peter?” He questions.
“T-that’s right.” You stutter, not expecting to bump into anyone on your way to Peters “I’m here to drop off some notes from school.” You lie.
“Oh, well, here.” He holds the door open for you, allowing you access into his home. “Peter is in his bedroom, I’m sure you still remember where it is?”
You smile up at him in thanks “Of course! Thank you, have a great night!” You wave goodbye from the door way, as Peters father gets into his car and drives away.
You watch him drive around the corner and ensure he is definitely gone, before you pull yourself together and continue with your plan. You tiptoe upstairs and make your way along the hallway to Peters room. His door is closed, so you knock gently, not wanting to walk in on anything private.
The thought of him spending some alone time with another girl suddenly crosses your mind and you can’t help but begin to panic. You were on the verge of turning tail to run, when you hear Peter climbing off his bed and making his way over to the door. “Dad? I thought you had left already?...” Peter opens the door and looks out confused, before tilting his head downwards to see you standing before him. He stares down at you for a moment, clearly confused “Err...Y/N? What are you doing here?” He questions.
You brush past him confidently “Well... Our parents are out tonight, so I thought maybe we could keep each other company... Unless you’re expecting someone else to arrive that is?” You turn to face him and look up at him suggestively.
He lets out a small chuckle “No, I’m not expecting anyone. And I guess we can hang out for a bit.”
You smirk “Well that’s great. I thought I would take you up on your offer of seeing your bedroom.” You look around with interest “I have to say it’s a lot different than I imagined.” You admit.
He leans against the door “You were dreaming about my bedroom hmm? If you were so interested you should have come around unannounced before.”
You let out a scoff, which causes him to laugh darkly “So, how did you picture my room looking in that pretty little head of yours?” He questions, slowly edging towards you.
Your turn your back on him, pretending to look around some more, not wanting him to see the blush creeping on your cheeks at the mention of the word pretty. “Well... I... I guess I was expecting chains and torture devices.” You admit, once again causing him to chuckle “But it’s actually quite nice.” You continue “I can see why you bring so many girls back here.” You turn back around to face him, once again beginning to feel more confident.
He laughs at your statement “Actually love, I think you’ll find you’re the only girl to have entered my room... apart from my mother of course.”
Your are taken back slightly by his comment and you can tell he noticed you falter. You gather yourself and continue with your little game, determined to win against Peter.”Well, I have to say I’m honored.” You glance towards his bed “Is it okay if I sit?” You ask with a slight seductive tone.
Peter lets out a small cough “Err yeah sure, of course.”
You make yourself comfortable on his bed, the same way he had done on yours “I hope tonight doesn’t end in a pillow fight.” You joke.
He smirks down at you “Oh really, well how do you plan for it to end love? He questions suggestively.
You were about to look away from his intense gaze, embarrassed by his flirting. But you were there on a mission and you intended to finish it. It took all your composure to hold his stare “I’m not sure... you tell me.” You notice him swallow hard, clearly not expecting you to play along. Now it was you turn to smirk.
You had gotten to him.
You stood up suddenly and walked closer towards him. “Is there anywhere for me to hang my coat?” You ask, breaking the intense silence that had formed between you.
He once again stutters, surprised by the close contact “Y-yes, just on the back of my door.” He holds out his hand, offering to take your coat.
You turn away from him and slowly slide your coat off of your shoulders, revealing your perfectly planned outfit. You could feel his gaze focused on you, almost sending shivers down your spine with its intensity. You were sporting tight black jeans and a low cut dark green top, which hung on your curves perfectly. You had always loved this top, but what made it even more perfect was the fact that it was Peters favourite colour. You had taken note long ago that if any girl was wearing this colour, he would automatically select her as his next conquest.
You once again turned around to face him and hand over your coat innocently. You notice him trying his hardest not to look you up and down, eager to take in your ensemble. He hangs up your coat and you make yourself comfortable on his bed again. This time he makes his way over to the bed and sits beside you, looking anywhere but at you. You can’t help but smirk, feeling proud of yourself for being able to get him so worked up. “I thought we could watch a film.” You say, breaking the silence.
Peter instantly jumps up “Sounds good, I’ll set it up.” He begins to mess around with the TV in his room, feeling relieved he had an excuse to not look in your direction. “Did you have anything in mind?” He calls over his shoulder.
“It’s up to you.” You respond, expecting him to choose a standard film.
You watch as he places a disk into the CD player and grabs the remote off TV stand. He makes his way back over to the bed and makes himself comfortable beside you.
You grab your bag off the floor and pile some snacks onto the bed between you.
“I see you came prepared.” He laughs.
You smile over at him “I’d rather be safe than sorry.” You retort. You lean back against the wall, waiting for the opening title to appear so you can see what film Peter had decided to put on. Your smile faltered however, as soon as the opening credits began to play and you immediately regretted allowing Peter to decide on the film. He was well aware of your hatred of horror films. You had always been a big wimp and he knew it. Unless of course he had forgotten in the four years you hadn’t been friends. Instead of making a scene however, you decided to brave the film. Maybe it wouldn’t be as scary now you had gotten older. You were completely wrong.
As soon as the first jump scare happened, you grabbed the nearest pillow and cowered behind it. Peter laughed darkly at your reaction. He was clearly loving watching you suffer. Everything was always a game to him. Just as you were about to confront him, another scary thing jumped out on the TV and you couldn’t help but let out a small squeal and press against Peter, just like you used to do as a child.
The sudden contact brought up a flashback of watching scary films with Peter and how he would whisper in your ear to calm you down and take your mind off the film. Just as you remembered this, as if on cue, Peter lent down and whispered “After all these years, you still can’t handle horror films?”
The warmth of his breath on your ear caused goosebumps to form across your body “So you did remember! If you knew I didn’t like horror films, why did you put one on?” You confront him.
He lets out a light chuckle “I like to watch you squirm.”
You look up at him in shock and find his eyes trained on you, darkening by the second. You feel yourself becoming drawn to him, edging towards him slowly, drowning in his seductive scent.
You blink suddenly, composing yourself. You couldn’t believe you were even considering kissing Peter Pan. His charms were supposed to be useless against you. Not wanting to end up like the rest of the girls he uses for his entertainment, you try to change the subject “You always were mean to me growing up.”
He raises his eyebrows “How was I mean to you?”
You couldn’t believe he was questioning that “Seriously? You always made me the brunt of your childish games!”
He laughs mockingly “Oh really? Name one time I was mean to you.” He challenges.
“Only one? You’re making this too easy for me Pan.” A number of horrible memories begin to fill your mind, when you land on one of the most traumatic “Remember nibbles?” You ask.
Peter rolls his eyes “Wasn’t that your annoying pet hamster?”
You can feel the rage building inside you at his bored tone “Yes, that was my adorable pet hamster.” You correct.
Peter lets out a long sigh. “What about him?”
“What about him?!”You begin to raise your voice “I loved that hamster and you knew it! You were jealous that your parents wouldn’t get you a pet hamster, so you tried to steal him by putting him in your pocket and he escaped! Lost forever! I can't blame him for trying to escape your evil clutches though, I can only hope he began his new life elsewhere... with a loving family.” You begin to ease off, suddenly saddened by the loss of your pet hamster.
You were expecting Peter to feel a slight bit of remorse for his actions, so you were shocked by him suddenly bursting into a fit of giggles. “What’s so funny?” You scowl at him.
His laughter begins to fade “Seriously Y/N? You can’t really think he has this other life somewhere else? He probably got eaten by a cat or got squashed under a car.” He states plainly, shrugging his shoulders. You were about to respond to his ignorant attitude, when he suddenly cuts you off by holding up his hand “Plus, you can’t exactly blame me for that. I was young and foolish and I thought if my parents saw how cute he was then they couldn’t refuse to get me one. I was planning on bringing him back, I didn’t think he would escape.” He admits.
You take a deep breath, finding yourself not as mad as before, but still mad “Okay, but there are plenty of other times you were horrible to me. Why do you think I no longer wanted to be your friend?” You notice a sudden change in Peters cocky attitude. It almost looked like a flicker of guilt passed through him.
“You’re talking about my birthday party right?” He asks and you were surprised that he knew what you were referring to. The whole reason why you and Peter were no longer friends.
“You probably don’t remember this.” You begin, “But I had planned to give you a surprise present during the party. I wrote you a note to meet me in the closet at a certain time so that I could give you my gift. I decided to get there early, so that I would be ready, except when I got there...” Before you could finish, Peter interrupts you.
“...I was in there with someone else.”
You can’t help but look away from him, suddenly feeling the same rush of hurt and embarrassment that passed through you all those years ago. “Right. You were in there kissing Wendy.”
You stay silent for a moment, before continuing “It all seems so stupid and childish now, but at the time it really hurt. I know you didn’t know this and to this day, you still don’t know this... but, well... I was planning on us sharing our first kiss.” You suddenly feel a weight lift off of your chest. You had been holding onto that secret for so many years. Even your best friend didn’t know about your past feelings for Peter.
You finally look up at Peter, no longer feeling worried or nervous to look him in the eyes. He was staring down at you, a soft expression on his face, which you had never seen before.
“Y/N. There’s something I have to tell you about that night.” Peter lets out a sigh “I already saw the letter that you wrote me, before you left it for me to find. I was so excited to receive this surprise gift that I got to the closet early. It was dark in there and once I’d closed the door, someone began kissing me. I thought it was you so... well I kissed back. It wasn’t until the door flung open and I saw you standing there with tears in your eyes that I realised I was kissing Wendy and not you.” Peter reaches a hand out and gently strokes your face. “I tried to chase after you, but your mother wouldn’t let me in. She says you told her not to let me. I was planning on speaking to you at school but you didn’t show for the next few days, and when you finally did, you were different. You wouldn’t even let me get anywhere near you and I guess... I just kind of realised you would never forgive me.”
You couldn’t believe how open Peter was being. A range of emotions passed over you, from confusion to guilt, to sadness and happiness. You couldn't believe Peter had also wanted to kiss you. Before you could respond to him, you phone began to buzz out of control. You apologised to Peter before quickly glancing at the texts your best friend was sending through to you.
You were about to ignore her and get back to your heart to heart talk with Peter, when you read one of the texts ‘PETER IS PLAYING YOU! FELIX HEARD OUR CONVERSATION AT THE DINER LAST WEEK! HE WANTED TO PROVE HIS TRICKS WOULD WORK ON US! ‘
You could feel your stomach drop. The warm and fuzzy feelings that were beginning to build up towards Peter, instantly converted to ones of hatred and distrust. You couldn’t believe he had played you and to your horror, it would have worked. You guess weren’t impervious to his charms after all.
Peters voice interrupts your inner ramblings “So Y/N. If it isn’t too late. Is there any chance of me getting my surprise birthday gift after all these years?”
You breath in deep breath. It almost took all of your composure not turn around and slap Peter in his lying, manipulative face. Instead, you let out a laugh of relief that you had gotten away mostly unscathed.
You turn on your heel to face him. You are greeted by a hopeful look, followed by a soft smile.
“Did you really think I would fall for that?” You spit out, your words like poison. “You must really think I’m stupid. I know all your moves Pan. You can’t surprise me. I have watched you hunt for your next conquest on multiple occasions. You put on this vulnerable, misunderstood act, but I know the real you. You’re an evil, sadistic narcissist, who cares for no one but them self. You have always been the same and you always will be. I made the right choice cutting you out of my life four years ago. Never try to come near me again. From this moment on, you are dead to me.”
You brush past Peter, bumping your shoulder hard against him as you pass. You grab your coat off the back of his door, ignoring his confused calls after you and walk out of his life forever. Leaving Peter standing alone in his vacant bedroom.
