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Peter Pan x Reader Imagine

Request: Can you do an imagine where pan is angry and hurts you then fluff fluff fluff - Anon

“Hello, everyone! So recently I’ve been helping Tiger Lily out by answering some requests for imagines! So without further ado I present the first one, and I hope you enjoy it and others in the future. ^-^” - Wendy. <3

I’m Sorry

“Peter, please just try to calm down,” you said with a sigh. He had been pacing the room for ten minutes straight, hands clenched at his sides, shaking his head and muttering angrily to himself. You shifted in your chair, trying to find the words to comfort him. Earlier that day, Hook and his band of pirates had led a raid on the Lost Boys hideout. The mini battle had ended with the pirates retreating, but a few of the Lost Boys and a few from Tiger Lily’s tribe had been injured. Their injuries were minor, no cause for alarm, but you knew Peter hated it when someone got hurt.

“Peter,” you said, trying to catch his eye so you could talk to him. “Please sit down, at least for a little bit. I need to look at your leg,” you said, glancing at Peter’s left leg. His pant leg was torn and soaked with blood, and he was limping.

“I’m fine,” Peter snapped, finally ceasing his pacing to face you. His forehead was furrowed, his jaw clenched. “It’s nothing, seriously, I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not,” you said, standing up and taking him by the shoulders. His emerald green eyes met yours, and his expression softened. You could feel the tension in his shoulders slowly relaxing, and he nodded.     “You’re right,” he said softly, sitting down and stretching his left leg out in front of him. He winced as he extended the limb, and you knew he was in a lot of pain.

You walked over to the dresser and opened the medical kit, which was a woven basket filled with medical supplies. You pulled out a tube of ointment, some rubbing alcohol, some cotton pads, and a roll of gauze, then walked back over to Peter.

    “Who hurt you?” You asked, rolling up the pant leg to reveal the deep cut.

    “One of Hook’s little sea urchins,” Peter said bitterly, scowling and clenching his fists. “I was sword fighting one of them, so I didn’t see him come up behind me. Dirty pirate stuck his sword in my leg and pulled it down!”

    “Why would he do that?” You asked in shock, pouring some rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad.

    “He thought he could pull me down out of the air that way!” Peter exclaimed angrily. “He- OWWWW!” Peter howled in pain as you pressed the alcohol-soaked cotton pad to his wound. He jumped up out of his chair and shrunk away from you, clutching his leg.

    “What in the name of Neverland did you do that for?!” He yelled, grimacing in pain.

    “I’m so sorry! I should have warned you, but I had to start cleaning it-”

    “You bet you should have warned me!” Peter cried. “That stung like my leg was on fire!”

    “Peter, I’m so sorry, I really am!” You cried, rushing to his side. “Here, let me try again,” you said, reaching for his leg.

    “No, don’t, leave me alone,” Peter said, pushing you away, but you persisted against his force.

    “Peter, please just let me-”

    “I said leave me ALONE!” Peter yelled, pushing you so hard his arm slipped right past your shoulder and his fist connected with the side of your face.

    You stumbled backwards, clutching your face in shock. Your cheek throbbed with pain, and you could feel it swelling.

    “Y/N,” Peter whispered, his mouth hanging open. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

    You shook your head and slowly backed away from him. “I was only trying to help you,” you whispered, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. Peter took a few steps toward you, and you turned and ran out of the cabin, tears streaming down your cheeks.

    You ran through the woods, following the path that led all the way to the cliff that overlooked the sea. You took a seat on the large rock, pulling your legs up to your chest and wrapping your arms around your knees. The cool tears continued to fall down your cheeks, although they were a slight comfort to the heat of your swelling cheek.

    You couldn’t believe Peter had actually punched you. Sure, he got mad sometimes, but he never showed his anger in the physical way. Peter’s anger was more like frustration, really. He would clench his fists and scowl, keeping his anger contained, and it normally ended with him trying to keep his angry face intact while trying not to smile as you hugged and kissed him. But where was the normal happy ending this time?

    “It’s a beautiful night,” a voice said behind you. You turned to see Peter standing a few feet behind you, his face solemn. You wiped the tears off your face, wincing slightly as you brushed your bruised cheek.

    “W-what are you doing here?” You asked, sniffing and wiping your nose with your sleeve.

   “I’m here for you,” Peter said, walking over and taking a seat next to you. “Y/N,” he whispered, looking at you with soft eyes. “Please look at me.”

    You turned your head to face him, seeing the pain in his eyes. “What is it?” You whispered.

   “I’m so sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to… I was just so angry cause people got hurt, and you could have gotten hurt…”

    “I know,” you said. “But it really did hurt when you punched me…”

    Peter reached out and pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. You let yourself be pulled into his tight embrace, curling up in his lap and leaning against his warm body. You rested your head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Peter shifted one arm so his forearm rested against your back, his hand gently stroking your hair.

    “I love you so much, Y/N,” Peter whispered, tightening his arms around you. “I was so mad because of the thought that I could have lost you…” His voice trailed off.

    “You won’t lose me,” you said, looking up at his beautiful face. You gently stroked his cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

    “Promise?” He asked, clasping your hand tightly.

    You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips against yours. Peter cupped your head in his hand and kissed you back, the kiss long and sweet. When you broke apart, Peter had a soft smile on his face.

    “I promise,” you said softly, then leaned back against his chest. Peter tightened his arms around you once again, and the two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, never wanting to let the other go.

x

I hope you enjoyed! ^-^

A/n: one shot where my OC is Felix’s sister. Last time they’ve seen each other was when she was five, then the shadow brought her to Neverland where she ends up falling in love with Pan. This will be an ongoing one shot.

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There was a dull ache that throbbed in the back of her head. Slowly opened my eyes to see that she in fact fell out of bed… Again. When the scene came into focus though, she saw this was not her Chambers, and the night gown was covered in sand. And was on a…. Beach?

With further inspection, she realized that she was far from home, how could this be? It had to be a dream, it was the only explanation.

“…. A girl…. ” a low voice mused behind her, “that is the first, in all my time …” the voice went on.

She finally brought myself to turn around to look at the source of the voice. She couldn’t see very well, as he had a hood covering his eyes as he stood where the sand met the jungle, a club lazily thrown over his shoulder. She cocked her head to the side, trying to get a better look at the boy.

He stood up straighter, which allowed their eyes to meet. And everything that was keeping her upright let go. She fell back into the rugged sand, tears stinging in her dry eyes. She couldn’t muster words as she stared dumbfounded at the boy.

She could see the way his shoulders rolled as he sighed deeply, just as she remembered. He walked forward to get a better look at the Shadows package. “On your feet,” he said roughly grabbing her by the shoulder. He was about to pick her up off the ground when the girl managed to find her voice.

“I was told not to be afraid of what was to come, and that one day I would learn to be brave. Just like my brother,” he voice was soft, though it cracked with the tears slowly trailing down her cheeks.

The boy immediately let go of the girls arm and stared at the girl in disbelief, though her brown eyes were not mistaken, nor the dirty blond hair that was tousled in each direction. Soon he spoke, “… Valerie?”

The girl, Valerie, nodded from where she sat on the ground. “I did it, I became brave like my brother,” She said with a smile.

“Valerie, why are you here?” he continued to question.

That quieted her once more, why was she here? Last she remembered was sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the time her and her brother would be out on the horses together. And when she woke, she was here.

“I don’t know,” Valerie spoke after a long silence.

“You have to leave!” he urged turning her and pushing her toward the water, as if a portal would open for her.

“Now, now, you know no one leaves this island without my permission,” a new voice added to the conversation. “I was wondering what was taking such a long time, so,” the deep voice continued, “What is taking so long, Felix?”

“Pan,” was all Felix said keeping Valerie behind him.

“Step into the light, love,” Pan spoke to his new arrival.

Valarie stepped out from in behind Felix, letting the moonlight illuminate her features. Pan took his moments, eyes raking up and down he frame, a smirk on his lips.

“I will have fun with this one,” he said slyly.

“You won’t touch her, Pan,” Felix’s voice was protective, but calm at the same time as he grabbed her arm taking a step in front of her again.

Felix was one of the most loyal Lost Boys Pan had, he was always his right hand man. And now here he was, protecting one girl whom seemed more and more confused by the moment.

Pan’s smirk grew as he raised a brown at his loyal Lost Boy. “And why is that?” he said, a tone of amusement lacing in with his words, which only caused the grip to tighten around Valerie’s arm.

Felix had a look of determination on his scared fave, his knuckles white around the club he was holding. His jaw clenched, almost challenging Pan to do something, say something more. However when he didn’t, Felix spoke up.

“She’s my sister.”

                               Neverland is a place were imagination 

                                                                                            r u n s   w i l d

hello! if you’re reading this then i’m at camp! i can still answer messages and such, but i will not be able to write for 3 weeks, as there are no computers allowed! thank you guys so much for being patient and understanding about these things! i really appreciate it!

TRIGGER WARNING: this imagine involves a kidnapping! i in no way condone or romanticize kidnappings of any kind, and if anyone needs to talk about something then you can message me and i’d be happy to! i have notifications on so i get messages right away on my phone!

this imagine also contains cursing/swearing so please don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable! thank you so much!

prompt: here

requested by: anonymous 

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The sun peeks through the holes in the trees of Neverland as your sleepy eyes attempt to wake themselves up for breakfast preparation. Most of the boys lack any ability to cook, since they spent little time in the real world, so you take care of breakfast, lunch, and dinner, along with your friend, Felix. You make your way to the makeshift kitchen, which really only consists of a pile of wood and rocks for a fire, as well as a pot and a couple of other kitchen utensils.

“Morning, love.” You jump at the voice, startled at the new presence, even though you quickly recognize the smooth voice to be Peter’s, who you’ve grown quite fond of, and honestly, you can’t help but feel attracted to him: from his protective personality, to his leadership over the Lost Boys, to his sparkling green eyes and his cheeky smile. Everything about him is perfect, but you admit to yourself he probably won’t feel the same way about you, though you still cling onto the hope that maybe…just maybe he does.

“Why do you call me that?” You ask him, wondering if there could be a meaning to his nicknames for you, from ‘love’ to 'darling,’ but you assume you’re overthinking every little thing about him. A sign of attraction, you guess.

“Hm?”

“You always call me 'love,’ and I just want to know why. That’s all.”

He chuckles, his smile glistening under Neverland’s sun. Gods, you can’t help but fall in love with him even more every day. Your heart beats faster just looking at his smile, the smile you hope to spend the rest of your life with, the smile you hope to wake up to every morning, the smile that you’ve fallen absolutely in love with.

“I guess it just stuck.” You smile at him, and begin to look around for Felix, your partner when it comes to cooking for the Lost Boys.

“Hey, Pan? Where’s Felix?”

“Probably oversleeping again if he’s not here.”

You sigh, “Well, I’ll go get him.”

“Alright…love.”

Birds chirp in the morning breeze as you make your way towards Felix’s tent, hopefully to wake him and get started with breakfast for the Lost Boys. Though the gorgeous scenery of Neverland distracts, your eyes spot Felix’s tent, only a couple of feet away. You make your way towards the tiny bedroom, the sound of leaves crunching with every step you make.

“Hello, dearie.” A voice calls to you, pitchy and ominous, your heart beating faster, adrenaline pumping through your veins after hearing the eerie sound. Your body turns itself around, only to be met by sinister eyes, and before you have a chance to scream for help, his hand waves in the air, a purple haze emitting from it, causing your eyes to become heavy and droopy. Your body soon shuts down and the last thing you remember is the faint sound of footsteps and your limp form being carried by a stranger, who undoubtedly had heinous plans left for you.

—–

Your vision slowly repairs itself, the wall of grey staring at you, which indicates to you that you’ve been taken to a cave of some sort, probably somewhere you’ve never visited before. A bundle of emotions battle for dominance in your head: confusion, anger, fear. You don’t know where you are, hell, you could be in a completely different world, but you decide to attempt to stand before realizing that your arms can’t move from behind your back, most likely from rope or some kind of spell your captor placed on you.

“Fuck.” You mutter under your breath after you realize your inability to move.

“Ah, so I see you’re awake.” The man’s glowing eyes contrast the darkness of the room you were placed in, his hair scraggly and of a dull green color, unnatural for any normal human, but you’ve already figured out that whoever this is has magic like Peter’s.

Anger starts to take control of your anger, “Who the hell are you?” Your hands attempt to break free of your bounds, but it’s useless, forcing you to give up on that plan.

“Did Pan not tell you about me? Pity. He should really take better care of the things he loves.”

“What are you talking about?” Confusion takes over, wondering what this man could mean by 'the things he loves?’ Did that mean Peter…no, it couldn’t be. Peter has never shown interest in you and you doubt anything has changed.

“Oh you don’t know? I’m sure you’ll figure it out eventually.”

An angry and frustrated look pressed on your face, you ask yourself what he could want with you, though you assume it’s to get back at Peter for something he’d done; he’s done terrible things in the past and you admitted it, but you’ve tried your best to make him a better person.

“What do you want?”

“I just want to have a chat with Pan.” His hands wave in the air, a high-pitched chuckle escaping from his mouth, sending chills down your spine.

“And why do you need me?” You question, honestly looking for an answer, that hint of curiosity showing.

“I figured Pan wouldn’t be up for a nice sit-down if I didn’t have something he cared for, but small talk’s over now, dearie. I’m going to need you to call Pan. After all, that’s what you’re here for. Do this and I’ll let you go, plain and simple.” His grin stares at you, your cheeks red from anger; you know this man wouldn’t kidnap you just to have a talk with Peter. You fear Peter is in danger, and though you tell yourself Peter contains magic far more powerful than this man, you can’t help but suspect the worst to happen.

“Why should I do that?” You spit out, attempting to sound confident with your words, but inside, you fear what he’ll do to Peter. You can’t let him get hurt, and you certainly wouldn’t betray him because someone told you to; he just means too much to you, and even if he doesn’t return his feelings, you want him safe.

“Hm, being stubborn, are we?” He walks towards you slowly, his boots clicking against the cave floor, his eyes turning demonic after your answer, and obvious signs of fear showing on your face. “That’s okay, dearie. Because now…” As his arm reaches inside of your chest, you realize what he’s doing, a surprised gasp coming out of your mouth. “I have this.” Your heart beats inside of you while his hand grasps itself around it, an uncomfortable and eerie feeling radiating from his touch. You wince in pain as he pulls his arm back to successfully rip your heart out of your body, the familiar beat gone, a feeling of emptiness residing where your heart belongs. Your vision blurs as light-headedness takes over your body, most likely a sign of your inability to function while missing an important part of you.

You lift your head up, only to exchange glances with the man, his fingers slowly squeezing together, placing more and more pressure onto your precious still-beating heart. Pain soars through your entire body as he continues his action, and you know what he is attempting to do; he wants you to scream for Peter to help you, but you refuse, biting down on your lower lip to prevent any noises from coming out, but it’s no use, as one more squeeze and the pain becomes unbearable. Every single nerve in your body on fire, you shriek, though you refuse to call Peter, making your best attempt to protect him. What feels like hours pass by, though you know it was only a couple of seconds, and the man releases his tight grip on your heart, simply holding it loosely in his fingers, beads of sweat running down your face. That empty feeling in your chest returns, and tears brim your eyes, but you refuse to shed them.

“That should do, dearie.” His high-pitched giggle returns, your eyes stare at him with fear and agonizing pain reflecting in them.

“(Y/N)? Where are you? Please answer.” A familiar voice echoes, clearly Peter, and you wince at the thought of him being hurt after meeting up with your captor. The volume of his footsteps increases, signifying that he’s coming closer to you. As soon as he takes a step into the cave, his eyes widen at the sight, your entire body limping, almost fainting from the amount of time you’ve spent without your heart.

“(Y/N)!” He runs closer to you, but doesn’t make it before your captor stops him, stepping in front of the boy, making sure he doesn’t come closer to you.

“Rumplestiltskin…” Peter growls, “Fancy seeing you here, hm?”

“I have no time for small talk, Pan.” Peter examines the situation and notices your heart resting in Rumple’s hand while you lay weak and helpless.

“Neither do I.” He states, anger forming in his green eyes, as one of his arms reaches out, causing Rumple to fling backwards, hitting the stone wall harshly. “I think you forget that you aren’t in the Enchanted Forest anymore, huh, Rumple? I know how Neverland’s magic works. You don’t.” He grins sinisterly, curling his fingers, making Rumple scream in pain, and before long, the imp disappears in a cloud of smoke, your heart landing on the floor, a sharp sensation in your chest at the impact. As soon as Peter makes sure Rumple left, a relieved sigh escapes his lips before he carefully picks up your heart, protecting it in his delicate hands, as if it’s a fragile trophy he can’t break. He walks towards you, your body too weak to even move without your heart.

“Hey there, love.” He whispers, “This will feel strange for a second, I apologize.” He carefully places your heart into your chest, your body quickly adjusting to having it back where it belongs. The relaxing beating replaces the emptiness that resided there, but your body remains weak and unable to move. He quickly gets to work on your bounds, untying them before wrapping his arm around your waist, “Let’s get you out of here, hm?” He swiftly picks you up and starts to carry you back to camp, as you snuggle into his chest for comfort, causing him to chuckle. Not much time passes before you fall asleep in Peter’s arms to the slight bounce of his steps.

—–

Your eyes slowly open themselves, revealing Peter sitting down on a stool, and you realize he placed you in his bed to rest up.

“Glad you’re awake. I was worried you wouldn’t wake up.” Though your body remains tired, you force a smile to show Peter you appreciate the gesture.

“What time is it?”

“It’s pretty late.”

“Thanks for everything, Peter.” You give a sincere smile, hoping you can convey all of your emotions in such a small action.

“It’s no problem, love. Can I get you anything?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure? I know how much that hurts.” His voice fills with worry and you immediately want to know why he’s so concerned about you.

“Why are you being so nice?” You ask groggily, wondering if this means more than he’s letting on to.

“Well…I guess it’s time to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

He sighs, “I’m in love with you, (Y/N). Always have, and I just want you to be safe. I don’t want to lose you. I just want to you be mine, so I can protect you, keep you from people like the Dark One.”

“Peter…” His eyes meet yours and you can see the fear in his eyes, most likely the fear of rejection, “I’d love to be yours.”

“Really?”

“Or course, Peter.”

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hey there, loves! here’s an extra imagine this week for all of your help on my english project! there’s a little quote in here from the script just as a little shout out to those that helped me out! it’s just a slightly modified version of a line from second star to the right by mary alice monroe (which is a great book and you should definitely read it if you’re really interested in a twist on peter pan!). it’s on page 318 if you want to check it out!

prompt: 

title inspiration: pieces by red

requested by: @little-lumikki

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You trudge your way to your room after a boring day at school, craving a change in your daily schedule of waking up, going to school, coming home, doing homework, and falling asleep. Maybe there wasn’t anything hard in your life; you had a home, food, shelter, but your life lacked independence, adventure, and you wanted to change that. You want more in your life, yet you don’t know where to find it; you just feel…lost.

You recline on your bed, attempting to organize the future, but it’s pointless; nothing comes up for hours.

Nighttime approaches, as the stars shine brightly with the moon through the curtains swaying over the open window. As you slowly drift to sleep, a soothing melody plays in the air, and though all you need is rest, curiosity takes over and you force yourself up, making your way downstairs towards the intriguing noise.

Exiting the front door, your footsteps echo, flowing with the soothing music.

When arrive at the source, a figure in red cloaks continues playing his flute, swaying to music with no one around him.

“Hello?” You state, wondering who the person could be; your heart beats faster with every step you take towards them, as if this is the thing you’ve been waiting for, as if this is what you need, what you’ve wanted your entire life.

“Hello, love.” The figure unveils his cloak, displaying his face, a boy who appeared to be only slightly older than you, “And who might you be?”

“My name is (Y/N), and you?”

“I’m Peter, Peter Pan.” He chuckles, examining you and the empty square.

“You play really well.” You compliment him, hoping the conversation will continue.

“You can hear my music?” He asks, his head tilting to side with curiosity, as if not expecting your remark.

“Of course.”

“What if I told you that I could provide an escape for you, a place where you won’t feel lost anymore?” He instantly intrigues you. An escape from everything, the change that you wanted, it all sounds so amazing.

“What do you mean?” You question, attempting to figure out if this offer really is true.

“I can take you to Neverland, where you’ll feel loved. I can help you if you let me.” This is the one thing you’ve been waiting for, and for some reason, you trust the boy, as if there’s something inside of you that tells you to go for it. “I understand what you’re going through, and trust me; I can help you. I want to help you.” By the way that he stares at you, with compassion in his eyes, you can tell that he truly means well.

“And what if you can’t?” You ask, a small hint of doubt in your mind.

“How about a deal? Just give me one day, and if I can’t help you, then I’ll bring you back. Please, (Y/N), I want to make you feel loved.”

“Alright, I’ll go with you.” You finally admit that you want to go with him and give him a chance.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Now come here.” He takes a step towards you, grabbing your hand gently, leading you to an open area, where he pulls out a bean, clear as glass and glistening with magic.

“Hold on to me, please.” He states, meeting eyes with you, his grip on your hand increasing as he throws the bean on the ground, causing a green portal to emerge, swirling violently.

“Are you ready, love?” He looks for a nod of approval, which you give him, and the two of you jump in, the first step of your new adventures in Neverland.

—–

Your eyes flutter open, your vision clearing up, revealing Peter with a worried look pressed on his face.

“Sorry, (Y/N), your first time through a portal is always rough.”

“No it’s fine…I’m fine.” You confirm to him, trying to calm him down.

“Good, because we have an adventure-filled day, and I don’t want you hurt before we even start.”

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because I want you to feel loved. I guess you could say it’s my job.” He chuckles.

“What do you mean?” You ask, wondering what he means.

“Do you know who can hear the music, (Y/N)? People who feel lost, people who feel unloved. I take them here, where I help them, but I can’t say I’ve ever had a girl hear the music.”

“Maybe I’m just special.” You smile at him, staring into his bright green eyes.

“That you are, love.” He stands up, lending out his hand to help you up, “Come on; let’s get started. I want to teach you how to fly.”

“Fly?” You question; it sounds amazing, but you never thought you would ever do it, you didn’t believe you could do it.

“Of course! Anything is possible in Neverland if you believe. Come, let’s go to the Pixie tree.”

The two of you walk together to the tree, getting to know each other even more as he explains the magic of Neverland and how he created it. Everything here sounds so fascinating and full of adventure, something that you didn’t have in your previous life. And slowly, you find yourself falling in love with the island.

“Here we are: the Pixie tree. Up there is where the fairies get their pixie dust. That’s what will help you fly.” The tree extends to the sky, appearing to touch the clouds above.

“So how do we get it?” You wonder, hoping you didn’t have climb up.

“Not to worry.” He holds his hand out, as a cloud of green surrounds it, a flower magically appearing in his hand, a gorgeous pink and white flower, “I’ve got it.” You smile at him, as if a silent thanks for all that he’s done so far for you.

“So where’s the pixie dust?”

“Right here.” He flicks the flower, shaking a green substance out of them, like pollen out of the flowers at home. Home. You start to wonder if you’ll stay here with Peter in Neverland instead of returning to your old life.

“Are you ready, love?” He asks, and you nod, even though you don’t believe you will be able to fly. He places the dust into your hands, allowing it to spread across your body, and while it’s only a small amount, you already feel exhilarated, as if filled with magic.

“Now just believe you can fly, and you will.” He instructs, using a calm voice to encourage you, but no matter how hard you try to force yourself to believe, you can’t, and remain landed instead of in the sky.

“I’m sorry, Peter, I don’t know how to believe.” You apologize, knowing very well that there is no way that you can change your beliefs in a day.

“That’s alright, love. If you choose to stay, we can work on it, but first,” He grabs your hand tightly, “You should experience flying.” He takes off, as you squeal from the surprise, but soon learning to enjoy it: the wind blowing through your hair, the freedom, and there’s something so incredible about being away from the ground, away from your problems, away from the world you once knew of boring routines.

“How do you like it?” He asks, placing one hand on your waist to hold you steady.

“It’s amazing! Thank you, Peter.” You give him a caring look, attempting to express all of your emotions through a single expression, and judging by the look on his face, he understood the message perfectly.

—–

The whole day, the two of you discovered new parts of the island, from secret caves to new and different magic. Slowly, you fell in love with the boy; his adventurous spirit never failed to entertain you, and he truly seemed to care for your wellbeing.

“Hey there, love. Want to stop here? There’s a good view of the stars from here. It’s been a busy day.” He smiles at you, as you both sit down, admiring the view. The clusters of stars illuminate the entire sky, yet two stand out in particular, which you assume to be the second star to the right that Peter talked about.

“All my life I loved looking at the stars. They’re all so…infinite, makes you realize your own mortality, doesn’t it? We’re all just blips on a map of time.” He states, passion in his voice, as he stares at the infinite string of galaxies above him.

“Is that why you became immortal?”

“Maybe it is.” He shrugs, continuing to stare, “Stars live and die, like everything else. Some are hot, some are cool, both of them struggling against the forces, just as we do. And in the end, they all collapse, and their light is snuffed out.” His voice lowers, as if saddened by the thought of it, revealing his emotions in front of you, something that meant more to you than you could express in words. The fact that he would open up to you, despite having the reputation of heartlessness, it made you feel…special.

“But while they live, (Y/N),” He turns to face you, meeting eyes, “They shine.”

The two of you stare into each other’s eyes, examining every detail of each other, and instinctively, you glance at his lips, and he seems to do the same to you. Before long, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours, moving his hand to your neck to deepen the kiss, sweet and passionate. The two of you pull away, only being able to stare at each other.

“Well, (Y/N), I guess the day is over now.”

“I don’t think I’m ready to leave quite yet.” You chuckle before pecking a quick kiss on his cheek.

—–