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So, some time ago I started reading a fanfic by the wonderful luciddreamshade and it's one of the best dark peter pan fics in honestly the whole genre. Only a few compare. Thought I would make a appreciation post! Here's the summary blurb available on Wattpad.

"Don't tell me you honestly thought I'd let you go unaccounted for this, because if you did, then I'm afraid you're even more foolish than I presumed." Pan easily belittled her with his words, his tone harshly mocking, and his gaze so intense and furious - it would have burnt Metanoia alive right in the spot if he allowed it.

However, Metanoia stood her ground, stepping forward and diminishing the space between them as she stared up at him defiantly. Her vicious glare on him hardened and her lips curled in a blinding rage the longer she stared at him.

"Oh, I didn't. I'm well aware of what you're capable of by now - I just simply don't give a damn anymore." She replied, her tone eerily calm despite her livid feelings, and Pan smirked down at her in amusement, entertaining the conversation further by willing to prod for an elaboration.

"And why is that, my dear Metanoia?"

Something flashed in her blue eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. Nonetheless, Peter noticed it easily, and realisation flickered within him.

"Because I've got nothing left to lose." She responded simply, her voice laced with a hint of heartbreak, but the ruthless rage was a perfect tone to conceal it. Still, Pan noticed it.

Metanoia took a step backwards and threw her arms wide open in the air as she laughed humourlessly. "And that is why I am now a threat to you, Peter Pan. Because thanks to you, I no longer have a shred of humanity left within me, making it that much easier for me to end you once and for all."

{Peter Pan OUAT Fanfiction} [mature content and extreme slow burn] • lucidreamshade. It's a very satisfying slow burn where the burn isn't so slow that the reader loses interest, but just enough that you are always on your toes. Friendship, loves, heartbreaks, grief death blended together in a cocktail of good writing!

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. she was never meant to be untouched by the dark.

estella begins to see through the veil—what lies beneath the town she thought she knew. vampires don’t sparkle here. witches don’t play nice. and ghosts? they don’t stay dead.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. and she never knew which she preferred.

“They called her chosen. Special. But no one warned her how it would feel to bleed for it.”

| ongoing | oc x multiple love interests |

she was luminescence wrapped in soft skin and poetry.

ESTELLA DELACOUR; is a popular name in the quaint, gloomy, small, and somber town of Mystic Falls. In fact, it was hard to find a person who couldn't roll the name off their tongues without batting an eye, as trivial to them as breathing. 

The inhabitants of Mystic Falls knew all about the lustrous girl who didn't seem to possess an ounce of bad blood in her body, with a soft heart composed of poetry one writes about the moon, possessing a gentle kindness one finds only in fairytales. And to the people, her kind heart wasn't the only fairytale-like quality of the radiant girl.

Eyes like a big doe, colored with the deepest of browns of the Earth, a pale face that could put the moon to shame, and lips like rose blossoms, the brunette seemed to possess everything a person could ever desire; great friends, popularity, and a delicate golden crown that promised her to be at the top of the social hierarchy. Unlike others, the girl hadn't needed to dig her way up, dirt trapped underneath her nail beds, filled with greed, no, the action was too far beneath her.

The brunette glowed like the moon among stars, and the crown was readily handed to her.

A fairytale. That was what her life was like.

But soon her life will be filled with things she had only heard about in tales of the imagination, ironically straight out of fairytale bloodthirsty vampires, witches who held power at their fingertips, doppelgangers, and much more giving her a slight peek of the mysteries of the world.

However, the peek into the supernatural had great cost.

One, the brunette wasn't sure she would be able to give.

she was born in a town full of ghosts, and now she’s one of the names they won’t forget.

So I know people don't like love triangles and stuff but when its a coming of age, teen romance that is written every well with fully fleshed out characters, the love triangle can genuinely draw the reader in. Add in elements of mystery, a strong OC, and relationships that develop naturally it can work.

I actually got an idea from watching those cliche animations about love triangles, and even watching True Beauty,y and everyone's thoughts on it. Also, me being like "I can definitely write better than after" overconfidence.

I wanted to over compensate with like four male oc, so kinda a love square which can be complex and interesting and of course a challenge. And ofc, the oc will get with the healthier options. And in a highschool settings (cause boys over flowers made me fall in love with this genre)

Looking at the movies Wattpad helps to produce and put there out in the world I feel like I have a shot.

| philosphere's stone - prisoner of azkaban | golden trio era | book accurate |

read on wattpad; https://www.wattpad.com/story/243940714

EMMALINA GRANGER found herself lucky to be alive.

Truly, death had whizzed past her in all his hollow glory— brushing fingers of bone against her cheek, trying to steal a kiss.

The waters below were dark, heavy with memory. She was sinking. Slowly. A battle between will and weight.

Death loomed behind her, a stygian shadow, its breath cold against her neck. It waited—patiently— for her to slip just a little too far.

But from rose-hued lips, a whisper bled:

“Not today.”

“Soft as petals, strong as steel.”

“forget stardust you are iron. your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. when you bleed, you reek of rust. it is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. and what is iron, really, unless it’s forged? you are iron. and you are strong.” — n.t.

"What do you think will happen when she steps into the real world? The world where blood means everything?"

The weight of Malfoy's words lingered in the air, wrapping around her like fog. But she didn’t waver. She wouldn’t.

Let the world whisper its rules. She would rewrite them in fire and wandlight.