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.”









