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“Give him back his heart and I will tell him to leave. He is only here for me. If I tell him that the saviour is his love then he will have no reason to stay here.”

The boy seriously has to restrain himself from showing the smugness he felt at the fact that he has got one well and truly over the pirate. He distracted himself a little by nodding in response to what you said before helping you up onto your feet. Of course he had been looking forward to acting out the other rather elaborate plans he’d had for both the pirate and you but, for now anyway, he would let this go your way.

If he found out you were playing him again then he would quickly put aside the feelings he had towards you and make sure you were punished properly.

“No time like the present then….the sooner he leaves the sooner I can get my Lost Girl back.”

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In your whole time on Neverland there had only been two times….three at the very most….where every single pair of eyes were on you as you wandered into the main area where you would all gather on a night. Some of the boys were simply looking at you in pure confusion, unsure of what spin this little drama had now taken, but the majority (especially Felix) were looking at you with nothing but suspicion. Some going so far as to draw their weapons and aim them at them.

But your focus wasn’t on them. The fact that you had some rather dangerous items pointed in your direction didn’t even faze you in the slightest….because your eyes were on the tall man currently tied to the largest tree in camp.

“Killian….” His blue eyes looked up from the ground, locking onto you, but you didn’t see the life in them that you had grown so accustomed to. Without his heart he felt nothing; he knew who you were, what you had been through, but any emotion connected to those moments of his life had been erased temporarily. He wasn’t even able to muster a smile at the fact that you were still alive.”…listen to me and listen to me good Pirate.”

The word itself had never bothered you, having been part of Killian’s crew for so many years before coming to this island, but right now you were putting on a show in front of the boys and they needed to hear the disgust in your voice because after everything that had happened they needed the reassurance that they still had the loyalty of their only Lost Girl.

Peter himself was getting ready for the highlight of this little show that you were putting on and looked so comfortable in his wooden chair that a tub of popcorn balancing on his lap wouldn’t have looked all that much out of place at all.

“You are going to forget EVERYTHING about me….” The pirate’s brows furrowed slightly at your words, but he made no attempt to respond in any way vocally. “….you never met me all those years ago, you never loved me, and you most certainly never came here to find me.”

Peter had been all ready to wear that infamous smirk of his as you gave Killian his heart, telling him to leave both the island and you, but the way this seemed to be going now was completely off script. This hadn’t been discussed at all. A big part of him was now wanting to put an end to this, drag you aside and ask what the hell you were doing, but the curiosity in him far outweighed the controlling part of his nature and so instead he remained where he was to see just how all this unfolded.

“You will go home to your precious little saviour and never step foot on the shores of Neverland again.”

A wave of murmurs passed through the camp as each of the boys started to speculate about what was going on, about why you were now turning against the pirate you had been so hell bent on leaving the island with , there was far too much confusion for them right now.

Without saying another word, you drove his heart back into his chest with far more force than was probably necessary, using the move to unleash some of the anger you were feeling, and simply stepped away from his now unconscious form (thanks to your brute force) without so much as a second look at him.

“Drag him back to that rat-infested ship of his before he wakes up and be sure to inform his scummy crew of the new restrictions now on them all.”

The boys were about to stand up and vocalise their annoyance at someone other than Pan barking them orders but as they opened their mouths not a single sound came out of them – no matter how hard they tried their voices seemed to be completely lost, Slightly was attempting to scream out so hard that his whole face had turned a beetroot red colour and his eyes…well they looked like they were close to popping right out of his head.

“You will all do as [y/n] has just told you….” Peter casually strolled past each and every one of the Lost Boys, his words aimed at them but his eyes fixed solely on you as he closed the gap between you, and it was only when he was within arms reach of you that he released the magic on them, allowing them some much needed air to their lungs. “….or I’ll gut you all like fish and if any of you want to see the sun rise tomorrow you will continue to obey both your King…..and your Queen.”

Queen. You had no idea if you’d heard him correctly but given the ear to ear grin he was throwing in your direction you could only assume that you had. Peter Pan wanted you as his Queen. You had done good. Not only had you rid yourself of someone that was destined for another but you had gained the utmost respect off the one person that had shown you down the right path.

Felix and Slightly, rather reluctantly, made their way over to the slowly awakening pirate grabbing one of his arms each but before they left the camp Peter appeared in front of them. His forest green eyes turned into two black bottomless pits as a malicious smirk tugged at his lips that were now almost touching Killian’s ear.

“I won Hook. I always win. [Y/n] will always be mine.”

Of course Killian had no idea who Pan was, or what he was even talking about, but Peter himself knew just how much the pirate had lost today….and it made him feel so very warm inside when he felt your fingers lacing themselves around his. There would be no more attempts to leave the island, no more threats against him or his boys, there was just going to be you and him ruling the island together.

Neverland was going to be your forever home.

                                   ~~~~~The End~~~~~

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With a tip of his head in the direction of the two men stood at either side of you fear started to consume you completely. As you looked dead ahead a glint of something silver hit the corner of your eye before it was swung down hard and sliced through your neck as easily as a knife would to a block of butter.

But there was no pain, not even the smallest amount, and most strange of all……you were still alive. Very much alive for that matter and currently looking down at your headless body which was now sprawled out on the ground.

“What? But I…..I don’t understand!”

The veiled Queen rose from her throne, much to the surprise of her people who had gathered for this ‘execution’, and made her way towards your head which was still being held by one of the guards. You might have swallowed nervously if you’d been able to but instead your fear is shown through your widened eyes.

Her steps were slow and precise and didn’t stop until she was so close to you she was able to whisper into your ear.

“Oh my dear this is just the beginning. I have things planned for you, a way to bring someone I need here. For now…..enjoy your new form.”

With a wave of her hand you felt yourself transforming instantly. Your body painfully contorted into shapes you never knew were even possible as a strange coloured fur sprouted up out of every inch of your skin. The whole time the change was happening you kept your eyes fixed on the woman responsible and the dark eyes you could only just make out underneath the veil.

You were never going to see Jefferson or Grace again……

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Someone was here. Someone that shouldn’t have been….you had felt the disruption to the realm when it hit you like a wave cresting in the ocean which meant that they had taken something they shouldn’t, just as you had done before you were changed. You had simply been enjoying a well-earned nap on a large tree branch when it happened so your mood was all off hilt before your eyes had even opened enough to see who it was. It was bad enough you were still stuck here as a cat of all things but to have your sleep ruined too?

You weren’t going to let it go….

“The Queen of hearts has always seen me as a threat….so she wanted so leverage. I got it back.”

The Evil Queen…what was she doing here in this realm? As your curiosity grew you padded a little closer to where the scene was taking place.

“You knew only two could go through the hat. Which is why you didn’t tell me about your father.”

Your heart almost stops completely when the second voice reaches your ear. He was here, he had found you at last, but….if he was here with her then where was your little girl?

“It was the only way to make sure you helped me.

“Wait! Wait! Please! My daughter, my Grace, I promised I would be home for tea.”

“A promise which you have now broken. If you truly cared for your daughter you would never have left her in the first place. You were right Jefferson, you don’t abandon family.”

Oh god. He hadn’t brought her with him, she was all on her own, and now the malicious bitch that was Regina was preventing him from leaving. Although you couldn’t see the scene properly, deciding to stay hidden among the blades of grass for now, sight wasn’t needed to know when she had left him stranded because a heart-breaking cry of anguish soon filled the air around you as a crowd of the Queen’s guards took him away.

Your usual yellow eyes transformed in that moment to an angry looking black as a growl emitted itself from you.

They were taking the love of your life away……taking him to her. Although you couldn’t stop them, after all what chance did a cat have against their vast number and size, you were determined to reach out to him once he was out of the Queen’s sight.

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Your long tail swished backwards and forwards as you lay comfortably on the windowsill of the room he had been confined to. He was working on making a hat that would work for the Queen, transport her to another realm, but so far after finishing off the third one not a single one had worked and he was growing more and more frustrated with each failed attempt.

“Frustration is not the key to success.”

The words had slipped out of your mouth before you’d even had time to stop them and, understandably so too, Jefferson immediately jumped up out of his seat and launched the pair of scissors that had been in his hand towards you.

Your eyes widened as a loud screech erupted from you and you quickly made yourself disappear just as the blades of the scissors flew through the spot where you had just been sat. The look of horror on your husband’s face had faltered slightly but only so pure confusion could now make an appearance on his face.

“What are you?!”

His eyes scanned the room, desperately looking for you, until he saw your form magically reappear on the table he had just been working at seconds ago. He didn’t pick up any other object to use as a weapon but just by the fact that his body was tensing up you knew he was on guard.

“I am not a what, I am a who.”

The tone of your words came out a lot harsher than you had planned on but your frustration at the fact that you couldn’t just speak normally was already beginning to take over your once relaxed mood. Something of which wasn’t helped by Jefferson simply standing there with a single eyebrow raised. You may have been a cat but even you were capable of rolling your eyes at him.

“Your heart is not as whole as it once was. See what is in front of you and a part of it will be fixed.”

“But what I see in front of me is a cat. A purple cat…..A purple cat that can talk….and disappear.”

You loved him with all of your heart but for the love of Wonderland you could really imagining yourself throttling him right now, well, if you still had your hands that was. With nothing but paws to hand it was quite the impossible feat. There was always the options of your claws but that was a little too mean and would result in nothing other than him possibly getting you chucked out by the guards. Something you didn’t want right now.

There had to be another way to show him who you really were. Something that he wouldn’t have to spend forever trying to decipher (you had always hated riddles). Ignoring his seemingly constant state of confusion you paced up and down the table, not bothering to avoid any of the pieces of fabric that were scattered over it, and tried to think.

Then it hit you so hard you wondered why you had never thought of it before. Your birthmark!

Ever since birth you’d had a dark mark on your right shoulder blade, one that almost looked to be the shape of a rabbit, and if that had somehow made an appearance in your fur, in the same kind of place, then maybe he would recognise it and put two and two together.

Here goes……

You stopped your pacing as you reached him and slowly turned your back to him before making the insignificant parts of your body disappear – all you needed him to see was that birthmark. Please be there, please be there…you chanted the words in your mind on an endless loop until a gasp snapped you out of your thoughts and back to the man behind you, slowly beginning to reappear once more.

His eyes were red from the onslaught of tears he was already trying to keep back and his brows furrowed as his breathing became a little more erratic than usual.

“[y/n]? [y/n] is it really you?”

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he had seen that rabbit just where it had always been on you….he believed you were dead and yet here you were sitting before him – you weren’t yourself but right now all he cared about was the fact that you were back in his life again.

You hit it again with your clenched-up fist expecting it to suddenly spring into life when you suddenly hear an amused laugh coming from right behind you. Pan was no longer stood where he had been before which only irritated you even more when you realised what he had done.

“You seriously need to stop doing that. It was bad enough back on Neverland but it is even worse here when I am trying to deal with other things.”

As usual he did his own thing and decided not to listen to you at all, instead deciding to lean over your shoulders as his hands snaked themselves around your waist, he was so close you could feel the smirk on his lips as he brushed past your exposed neck.

“I believe one of its many buttons is the way to get it to work. If you would stop trying to bash it to death like it was some kind of wild boar then you might figure that out.”

You extend a finger towards one of the buttons Peter had mentioned, hoping to the high heavens that he wasn’t right, last thing you needed was for that ego of his to be inflated more so than it already was. But luck wasn’t on your side today and the second you touched it a light came on and some kind of music started to sound from it.

“Let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on You got the healing that I want Just like they say it in the song Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on….”

The words you heard coming from it caused your brows to furrow in utter confusion as you turned to face Peter who, inevitably so, was smirking away at the fact that he had been right. That wasn’t the first thing on your mind though, you dealt with his ego on a daily basis for decades now, no…the words that were coming from this object were far more important.

“Why….why is this box telling me to ‘get it on’….is it trying to brainwash me or something?”

“Is it working?” His hands travelled up the length of both your arms and while one went to the front of your neck, applying the smallest amount of pressure, the other grabbed your hair and yanked your head back harshly so that he was able to kiss your lips even from where he was stood behind you. “Because I wouldn’t mind if you did exactly what it was saying.”

You rolled your eyes before pushing him away with a raised eyebrow.

“Nice try but some of us actually have to work because not all of us have magic we can use to get what we want in life. Sad fact of life in this town I’m afraid.”

The look of disgust on his face was more than evident as he scrunched up his nose and you knew exactly what he was thinking….because you still thought it yourself on a daily basis. You both missed Neverland. You never had to abide by any rules there, well, besides the ones that Peter had set himself but they weren’t anything like the ones they seemed to have here. Here you had to work, earn money, and do…..grownup things.

“We will have our Neverland again one day [y/n]. I swear. Even if we have to take this town down to get it we will…..”

He walked towards you, backing you into the worktop now, as his lips came crashing down onto yours. Good god he always did know what to do to make you feel better about being here. If he hadn’t have ended up stuck here with you then you weren’t entirely sure you would have coped as well as you had. A small moan escapes you, opening your lips, and he takes this as his chance to dive his tongue in between them so that he can have it dancing with your own.

“I…have….to….go….”

Your words escaped each time his tongue stopped dancing with yours but they are muffled by his lips as his hands come to rest underneath your bum cheeks and he lifts you up onto the worktop. That was when his lips broke away from yours and travelled over to your neck to pay special attention to the exposed skin.

“Being a few minutes late won’t get you fired.”

His lips had been on your skin the whole time he spoke so it seemed to vibrate through your whole body forcing a moan to escape you. He took this sound as all the permission he needed to slip a hand up the inside of your leg and underneath the fabric of the skirt you are wearing until he reaches the soaked fabric of your knickers. The fact that you are so wet already soon brings that smirk back to his face as he clicked his fingers and although they had never even been there in the first place your underwear vanished completely.

It was mere seconds before he slid two fingers inside of you, eliciting a pleasured groan from you as your back arched slightly, he pumped them slowly to begin with – wanting to feel the tightness of your walls around them- but the more your groans filled the air around you the faster his pace became.

“Oh my god…..Peter…..”

You threw yourself backwards onto the counter so that you were fully laid on it. Your boss was going to go nuts at you for being late but at this moment in time with the waves of pleasure his fingers were sending through you there didn’t seem to be a single thought towards the repercussions of your actions

The moans that were rolling from your lips were like sweet music to Pan’s ears and had his own arousal twitching underneath the fabric of the checked pyjama bottoms he was wearing.

“You always have liked my fingers haven’t you?” His lips were so close to your ear that his voice ghosted down it, his warm breath causing your entire body to shudder underneath him as you nodded silently in response. “Are you ready for something else?”

You had bitten down onto your bottom lip in an attempt to stop yourself from reaching your climax too soon, so hard in fact that it was beginning to draw blood as you just continued to nod – the smallest of whimpers escaping you as you did. His fingers slipped out of you, the sudden absence of them bringing a disappointed groan from you, but the empty feeling in your soaking wet centre didn’t last long when you felt something much thicker entering you.

“Oh fu-“

Throwing your head into the crook of his neck as he leaned over you your teeth sank into his skin to muffle the curse word you had been about to voice. Your tight walls soon adjusted to him so he was able to thrust into you hard and deep, much to his satisfaction as his ow groans now started to fill the air around you both.

“That’s my special Lost Girl…you accept me inside of you so well.” You weren’t going to last long, you could feel that hot feeling building in your stomach as your climax started to reach the level where you wouldn’t be able to stop it, and your whimpers were sounding out regularly as you tried so hard to drag it out. A laugh vibrated through you as Peter captured your lips with his in a quick kiss. “Don’t strain yourself love….” His lips brushed across yours before travelling up your jaw line and coming to a stop on your ear. “….you have my permission to cum for me.”

It was as if his words were just what you needed to allow yourself to let go because just seconds after he had spoken your whole body tensed, his thrusts speeding up as you clenched around him, and as your cry sounded out you released yourself over him at the exact moment he reached his own climax.

“Shit [y/n]…” Completely out of breath he slowly pulled himself out of you, his eyes darkening as he witnessed a mixture of both your juices seeping out of you and onto the kitchen floor. “…that is why I chose you as my Queen.” There was a thin layer of sweat covering his exposed skin and when he was finally able to tear his eyes away from your dripping centre he wet a tea towel and handed it over to you with a smirk. “Just think….you are going to be at work ALL day with the smell of me all over you.”

It wasn’t all that bad a thought at all but his cockiness rubbed you up the wrong way and as you slid down from the worktop you threw the damp towel at him.

“Carry on with that ego and I may just have to ban you from sex for a while.”

“Something tells me you would be the one to fold first Lost Girl!”

He was right, as usual, but you weren’t about to tell him that. You wouldn’t hear the end of it for months if you did. Glancing over at the clock on the radio you roll your eyes as you realise you are already ten minutes late. With an annoyed growl you unruffled your clothes before quickly running out of your apartment.