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!

Y/H/C-Your Hair Color Y/N-Your Name Y/E/C-Your Eye Color Henry has just been taken to Neverland by Greg and Tamara and everyone is going crazy. Now here you were with your family on Hooks ship going after your brother. Of course you were angry at Greg and Tamara and wanted to use the magic you had just previously learned from your mother, The “Evil” Queen/Regina. After encountering the mermaids and everyone getting into fights, you inspected the land in front of you as you drew near. Maybe it was because of the fights but there was a nagging feeling here that didn’t seem to add up. But you just ignored it. Once the ship as landed or set anchor everyone was off except you. “No Y/N you can’t leave. You will be safer on the ship, I don’t want to lose another child.” Your mother stated grasping your shoulder as you were just about to get off the boat. “You mother right, this island is a bloody nightmare. Plus if we have to find you too if you are lost we might not leave.” Hook agreed with your mother nodding his head as well. Which them agreeing was a bit odd. “But, I-” you stated but your mother cut you off holding a hand for you to stop. “No, I don’t want to lose you. Trust me you don’t know what you are getting into. I’ll put a protection spell around the boat to keep you safe.” You huffed and looked at your feet folding your arms. “Hey, don’t worry about it too much kid, we will be back before you know it.” Emma started, “Plus you can practice the magic your mom has been teaching you.” Looking up you nodded, “Fine, but sooner or later I will get bored out of my mind.” They all laughed, “Don’t worry Y/N. There will be plenty of things to do.” Snow stated giving you a hug followed by everyone else. Your mother was last of course. “I love you, and if anything happens to me I want you to know that.” She stated moving a piece of your Y/H/C behind your ear. “Don’t worry mom, you will be okay.” You said giving her a big hug. They all got off the boat and headed for the tree line, “Find my brother, then get back here!” You called after them. ————————– It’s been two days since they had left you in this ship and surprisingly you have not been bored. Practicing magic, fighting, reading, those things kept you busy. Currently you were on the top deck reading a book. Thanks to Belle who probably knew something like this would happen to you, she sent you with a mini library. You were so engrossed into your book you didn’t even notice the boy who was now sitting on the side of the boat across from you. “Enjoying that book?” He asked his voice laced with a British accent. You immediately jumped up and now instead of a book there was a sword in your hand. You had learned that move from your lovely mother. “Who in the world are you and how did you get on this boat?” You asked Y/E/C meeting his. You had to admit he was very handsome but of course somehow he had gotten on this ship. “Well love, you see, your mother put a protection spell on anything that wanted to harm you, but I don’t want to harm you I just wanted to talk.” He said giving a smirk purposely not answering the first question. “Why? And you still haven’t me who you are. Now tell me and leave.” You stated a bit harshly. “Just like your mother straight to the point and with fire. I like fire. Y/N you know you intrigue me one minute you are quite the next you are like a roaring volcano.” “Stop avoiding the question and tell me who you are. I’m done playing games.” You hissed raising your sword and taking a cautious step forward towards him. “Love, I am all about playing games. But you didn’t know that did you.” He said. “Quit stalling and tell me who you are!” You almost yelled taking a couple more steps forward so the blade is almost touching him. He made a tsking sound and shook his head, “That wasn’t a very bright idea Y/N.” With one movement of his hand the blade was magically gone from your hand and now in his. Frozen with surprise and fear you took a couple of steps back. Who was this mysterious teenager and how in the world did he have magic. Then your realized again that this was Neverland, it has magical capabilities. “You seem in no mood to talk right now but I will get you to talk to me some time. Because love, Peter Pan never fails.” He said and was gone in an instant the sword clattering to the ground leaving you stand and process the words in your head. “Wait! Give me my brother back!” You shouted into thin air thinking he could hear you. But kicked a barrel thinking how stupid it was that you just yelled at nothing. Little did you know Pan was watching you from the edge of the woods. Thinking that you might be something he wants to keep around. Part 2 maybe?

Requests:

Imagine where Peter Pan and the reader are dating and she's friends with Felix and Peter sees them together and gets really possessive and takes her home and they argue and she tries to slap him but he catches it and it leads to making out?? Thnx <3 Requested by Anon.

Hey! I love your blog! Could you do a ouat Peter imagine where the reader likes pan but thinks he doesn't feel the same so she starts trying to move on with the lost boys & she's flirting with Felix & Peter sees & gets really possessive over her?? Requested by Anon.

A/N: So, I was originally planning to do these two requests as separate imagines but as I was writing the first one of them I realized how similar they both would be. Overall, this imagine probably leans more towards the first request but if the second anon would like me to write something separate for their request just inbox me and I’ll get to work on it :) xxx

“Aren’t you supposed to be keeping your Lost Boys in check?” You asked, smirking as you lightly pushed at his shoulders. 

“Sh.” Was his only reply as he descended on you once again, lips pushing at yours as his hands tangled in your hair. It seemed he was obsessed with giving you endless tangles and knots, not that you were complaining. 

Laughing against his lips you pushed at him once more. “Peter c’mon.” He ignored you, moving instead to trail his lips down your neck. “They’ll be lost without you.” You whispered, somewhat distracted, and then smirked. “Well, more lost than usual at least.” It appeared that Pan didn’t appreciate your little joke, he merely hummed in acknowledgement before continuing his attack on your neck. 

Distantly, you could hear the sounds of Lost Boys outside; the unmistakable harsh sound of yelps and yells.  

Giving up on convincing Peter to get up, you arched your neck just fractionally. You felt him smirk against the sensitive skin of your neck before he journeyed back up to your lips. He kissed you once, twice but before your lips could meet a third time you huffed a breathless laugh. “Felix is gonna be so annoyed.” Not noticing the annoyance painting his features you pulled him down for another kiss. 

Suddenly, he pulled away and rolled off of you, sitting up and pulling his boots back on quickly. The sudden loss of his weight left you cold and insurmountably confused. Sitting up slightly, perching on your elbows, you stared in bewilderment at his back. “Peter, what are you doing?” Your voice was a mere whisper, your breaths still unsteady from his previously undivided attentions.

“Well, we wouldn’t want Felix getting annoyed would we?” His malicious tone had returned, something that usually retreated whenever he was around you. 

Uncertain as to what was causing his current annoyance you tried to reach out a hand to him whilst breathing a quiet question. “Peter?” But before your fingertips could so much as brush his arm, he was gone. 

Awkwardly shuffling into camp, you tucked a stray hair behind your ear. Internally cursing Peter, you had spent almost half an hour trying to tame your hair, you glanced around. 

Peter was nowhere to be seen and around half of his Lost Boys had seemingly disappeared as well. You had no notion of where they all were or what they were doing but, considering the mood that Peter seemed to have been in when he had left you, you assumed that it wasn’t good.

Spotting Felix, idly staring into the flickering embers of the campfire, you walked over and stood over him. Noticing your sudden presence Felix slowly moved his gaze over to you. As he spotted the look on your face he huffed a sigh before asking; “what?” 

“Where’s Pan?” 

He gave a dry laugh and looked out into the surrounding trees. “I don’t know.” That was not what you had expected. If there was one person on the whole of Neverland who could let you know what Pan was up to, it was Felix.

“Well... where’s everyone else?” You asked, looking through the trees as though the missing Lost Boys were suddenly going to appear. 

“With Pan.” Almost groaning at Felix’s aggravatingly vague answers you raised your eyebrows expectantly.

Evidently. Felix knew you well enough to know that you weren’t satisfied with his meager explanations. He huffed, as though it were a great effort for him to explain. “Peter’s angry.” 

“Oh fantastic.” You said, voice dripping with sarcasm, as you sat beside Felix. “Any idea why?”

Looking back into the fire Felix shrugged. “He turned up out here, got annoyed at one of the Boys and then made a bunch of them go with him somewhere. Didn’t say a word to me.” 

Resting your elbows on your knees you huffed and glanced aimlessly around, deep in thought. You just couldn’t understand what had suddenly gone wrong. Ever since you had admitted your feelings for Peter, the two of you had been happy enough; he had calmed down and had fewer bouts of anger, you had relaxed a little and begun to enjoy Neverland even more. 

“There’s a leaf in your hair.” Felix’s monotone statement drew you back to reality with a jolt. 

“What?” You asked, confused and sure that you must have misheard. 

He pointed towards your head. “There’s a leaf in your hair.” 

Ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks you lifted your hand in attempt to remove it. You tried, and ultimately failed, to hide your embarrassment as you thought back to how the leaf must have found its way into your hair. 

You and Pan had been... messing around, on the floor of the forest until you had complained about how uncomfortable you were. The next thing you had known, you had been lying on a ridiculously soft bed within Pan’s tree house.

 Watching your unsuccessful attempt to remove the leaf from your hair, Felix batted your hand away and set to work at doing it for you. “How did you even get this in your hair?” He asked, entirely bewildered. 

Blushing furiously at his question, you mumbled out a guilty sounding “umm.” 

“Oh... uh...right.” He awkwardly stated, finally having managed to disentangle the leaf from your hair. You avoided his gaze as he threw the leaf into the surrounding area. 

“Felix.” Both of you looked up instantly as Peter’s voice sliced through the silence. “Gather the Boys around the camp.” Felix nodded apprehensively, shot you one last look and stood. You watched him leave, filled with trepidation.  

“C’mon.” Peter grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet. 

Instantly, you were back in the tree house. Startled at your sudden change of scenery, you looked up to Peter with wide eyes. “What’s going on?” You asked, voice filled with concern. 

He laughed dryly, removed his hand from your arm and took a step back from you. “Maybe I should be asking you that?” His tone surprised you, he was more than just mad, his voice was shaking with fury. And yet, you couldn’t understand why. 

Taking a step towards him, then retreating as he practically growled at you, you voiced your confusion. “What are you talking about?” 

He shook his head in disbelief. “Don’t play coy now, you think I don’t see the way you are with Felix?” You could see his fists clenching and un-clenching systematically, his nails biting into his palm. 

“W-what?” You sputtered out, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Pan was jealous of Felix. Peter Pan, the all powerful leader of Neverland, was jealous of Felix. It was ridiculous. “You seriously think there’s something going on between me and Felix?” 

“I know there is.” He stated, taking a step closer towards you, eyes boring into yours. “The way you’re always talking to him or about him.” You scoffed, entirely incredulous. Sure, you talked to Felix occasionally; it wasn’t as though Neverland were heaving with people for you to talk to. “Don’t.” He warned, gaining fire by the second. “I saw you back there, just now, blushing as he...he...” Pan seemed to be struggling to come up with the right word. “...Fiddled with your hair.”

You couldn’t hold back your eye roll, unable to believe how ridiculous the situation was. Taking a breath, you attempted to remain level headed. You knew it would be useless to get angry with him, you needed to keep calm. “Peter, I wasn’t blushing because he was fiddling with my hair or anything ridiculous like that. It was because there was a stupid leaf in my hair from where you and I were screwing around earlier!” Your words got quicker and louder as your frustration slowly grew and you failed entirely to keep calm. 

You could see him deliberating your words in his head but you knew that, even if he believed you, he was too proud to admit that he was wrong. Swallowing your own heavy pride, you reassured him. “There’s nothing going on between me and Felix... Peter he’s more likely to get into a relationship with his club than with me.” Your attempt at humor was mainly to hide your anger at his mistrust. “I only wanna be with you Peter.” 

Your outright statement was finally enough to get Peter to look you in the eye once more. You could see that he had calmed considerably but that fact only agitated you more. Alongside often being outright terrifying, his mood swings were undeniably tiring.

“Good.” He finally said, licking his lips as a corner of his mouth lifted into a mischievous little smirk; you dreaded whatever he was about to say. “I didn’t bring you here to make the rounds.” 

Mouth falling open at his words you felt yourself snap, your anger sending you spiraling over the edge. You raised your hand in an attempt to slap him, despite knowing that it was useless, but he caught your arm at the last second. Eyes gleaming playfully. 

Cursing Pan’s superhuman reflexes, you shot him a glare. Your glare only caused his smirk to become more severe, before he yanked your arm and brought you even closer. His spare arm wrapped around your waist, leaving you flush against his figure. 

As the heady sensation of being in his arms slowly drowned out your remaining, failing fury you found yourself smirking.

In a pitiful attempt to at least appear to still be angry, you muttered three words. “I hate you.” You had hoped your statement would sound full of fire but instead it was filled with affection.

Smiling as his forehead came to rest on yours, he whispered a hushed reply. “We both know that’s not true.” You chuckled breathlessly as he let go of your arm. 

“Shut up.” You playfully instructed, using your newly freed arm to pull his lips to yours.  

A.N: This became a lot longer than I first anticipated...

You awoke with a throbbing head, like there was a jackhammer pounding relentlessly against your skull. It was a struggle just to open your eyes as, even in the endless night of Neverland, the brightness of torch and moonlight proved to be too much for your newly opened eyes.

Lying, dejectedly, on what you guessed to be forest floor you thought back to the last thing that you could remember. You had been with your father, aboard the Jolly Roger, sailing upon the open sea. Your father had warned you about staying on the top decks, alone, whilst the rest of the crew slept below. You hadn’t listened, you never listened.

You had always loved the night, the endless dark sky, and you were never able to appreciate the never-ending nightfall while the crew was around as there was always so much work to be done. So, whilst the crew slept below, you had tiptoed to the top deck.

It was breathtaking. 

It seemed different somehow, without the raucous of your father’s crew to distract you. You could see an endless array of twinkling stars, the bright glimmer of the impossible moon and, in the distance, you could even see the mainland.

You had never set foot on Neverland, your father would never allow it, but you had always felt impossibly drawn to it. It was as though you were looking for something, something you knew you would find in Neverland. It was a disconcerting feeling to say the least.

As much as you dreamed of seeing the mystical land you knew that it wasn’t safe. Your father wasn’t an idiot, he was a pirate captain after all, he had told you everything about Neverland; about the tyrannous Peter Pan, the Lost Boys and even the nightmarish Shadow. It wasn’t surprising, therefore, that when the Shadow appeared before your very eyes you screamed and struggled against it’s icy grip with all your might. 

It was useless really, if the shadow wanted to take you there was hardly anything you could have done to stop it, but that hadn’t stopped you from trying. You had fought and fought with everything you had, you had even started to hope that it might be working. But your hope was shattered as your world began fading away into a sleep-like darkness. The last thing you had felt before drifting away entirely was the eerie feeling of weightlessness. 

And now, you were lying on the forest floor, berating yourself for not listening to your father. Your blinking eyes were finally beginning to adjust, allowing you to make out the canopy of leaves and gnarling branches above you. Panic began to rise like bile in your throat, but you quashed it down, you knew that keeping your cool was key in tense situations. Being the daughter of a pirate captain had taught you a few things, at least. 

Trying to remain still, for fear of being noticed, you strained your ears for any sounds indicative of where you were. 

Yells, like jackals, and stomping feet, like the hooves of horses, met your ears. You listened to the raucous melody for as long as you could muster before your burning curiosity demanded that you raise your head. 

Pushing yourself upwards to rest on your elbows your eyes were met with the sight of a crackling fire. All around the fire a group of boys were dancing, although dancing may have been a kind word for it. They were stomping and lashing and jerking to some silent music as though they were possessed by something otherworldly. 

Immediately, your eyes were drawn to the only stationary boy. He seemed older than the others, situated on an upturned tree trunk he was playing a set of wooden pipes. Except, he wasn’t playing the pipes, no sound was being emitted into the cool night air. Weird. Despite your curiosity, you didn’t allow your eyes to linger for long, you knew who that boy was; Peter Pan. 

Pushing any apprehension to the side, you heaved yourself into a standing position and darted towards the thick copse of trees beside you. Running aimlessly away, you felt your fear melt away from you with each ragged step. 

Just as you were allowing yourself to feel a small shred of relief you ran right into what felt like a brick wall. 

What the hell?

You looked up and panicked. It was him, it was Peter Pan. 

You knew it was useless to run, he knew everything about this island. He made Neverland with his own imagination for God’s sake. You berated yourself for even thinking you could simply run away in the first place. 

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asked, voice like honey baiting you into a trap. “You could have joined in.” His face seemed kind enough but you could see all the bad bubbling below the surface. 

“Why would I wanna join in with that?” You spat, disgusted at the mere thought of going along with whatever weird ritual had been happening around the campfire. 

His face seemed to change, as though he had realized you were not going to be easily fooled. “Didn’t you like my music?” His voice had grown deeper and darker. You couldn’t deny how menacing you found it. 

“What music?” He didn’t like that answer, you could tell, not one bit. He grabbed your arm and began forcing you to move back the way you came. It was as though he couldn’t even feel you struggling, like a wild animal, against him. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll hear it one day.” He stated, just as you re-entered the clearing. “I’ll make sure of that.”