#perterpan

advent calendar ★ december 5th: tinkerbell (for @goodqueenalys)

warnings: swearing, violence?

“Hey Y/N, get over here,” one of the lost boys, you think his name is Danny or maybe it was Dean.  It doesn't really matter they all seem to blur together anyway.  Whoever he was you chose to ignore him because you were currently daydreaming about your old life in the enchanted forest.  Your old job had been so fun.  It was the only thing you truly missed from your old life.  There were no people you missed they all hated you anyway calling you sadistic and the Queen's lap dog.  On second thought only the people who didn't know you personally would call you a lap dog and if they ever said it to your face they would regret even thinking it.  You smiled reliving the old memories of late nights on the job.  “Bitch, listen to me when I'm talking to you!”  You had been tuning out his voice but at the word Bitch your ears perked.  No one gets to speak to you that way.  Suddenly you sense someone behind you but before you could move the boy grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head back so you were forced to look at him.  “Are you listening now, Bitch?”  He was so close it was disgusting and his breath stank!  You began to see red and your mind began thinking of ways to make him pay for this disrespect.  “The hell is wrong with you, fucking whore?”  with that you reached up, grabbed his hand twisting it you caused him to let go of your hair and fall to his knees.  This left you standing over him holding his twisted hand.

“What did you call me?  I couldn't hear you.  Why don't you try again?”  you smile sweetly trying to hurt him as much as possible without actually exerting any real force.

“I said Bitch you Stupid Fucking Whore!”  Derek spit out as he struggled underneath your grasp.  Your smile grows thinking about what you have decided to do to this impudent little brat.  You pull out your favorite knife as you push the little lost boy to the floor.

“I was going to let you pick how I punished you for your disrespect.  But now I think I have the perfect idea in mind.”  You begin to pace back and forth adrenaline barely contained and your excitement clearly visible.  Dexter got up his eyes wide with fear, you realize this is the first time any of them have seen you go over the edge.

He eyes the knife, “y-you wouldn't… you don’t have the guts.”

“So you're a tough guy, and you're in denial.  I like it.  But sadly you're wrong I can and I will.  Don't you remember who I was before?”

“N-no you never to-told us.”  His stutter was betrayed his fear and his tough guy act was quickly slipping.

“How rude of me, my apologies,” you run and jumped on Damon.  Effectively tackling him to the floor and straddled his stomach.  “Let me tell you then, I was the Evil Queen's interrogator.”  A colective gasp comes from the lost boys that had surrounded the two of you.  You raise the knife above your head.  Dwight closes his eyes tight anticipating the pain.  

Suddenly two strong arms wrap around you and lift you off of Dale.  Desperate to get away you yell, “let me go!”  When nothing happens you begin to panic.  You had used magic in your words to compel your attacker. It should be impossible for them to resist you.  Your panic grows as the seconds tick by, your desperation clouds your judgment as you summon magic into your knife that is still grasped tightly into your hand.  You swing your arm down attempting to stab the man holding you.  However before you could make contact your arm froze in place.  

“Y/N, calm down it's only me.”  That was Peter's voice.  You immediately relax your body knowing he wouldn't hurt you and that it was the only way to get him to release you.  It worked and Peter set you down.  He did however keep a hold of your arm effectively preventing you from attacking Ducky, or whatever his name was.

“Pan, I had everything under control.  I was just-” you noticed that Peter was glaring at his lost boy, and the intensity of it shut you up quickly.

“Apologize to Y/N now.” This shocked everyone including you.  No one expected Peter to be on your side.

“What for?  She is the one who tried to kill me.” Daryl stood up.

“So you didn't insult Y/N and then attack her?”  Peter asked looking as if the wrong answer would cause him to kill the little twit.  You couldn't help but feel proud that it was all because of you.

“Pan, I told you I had this under control.  If you wanted to help you should have gotten here sooner.  Before I decided that I was going to cut out- I mean scare him.  Yes scare him.”  You tried to backtrack but it didn’t seem to be working well.

Peter chuckled, “Don’t lie, love.  It doesn’t suit you.”  

“Pan I think you’re forgetting something.”  You countered noticing the lost boy trying to blend in with the crowd so that he could escape without punishment.

“I highly doubt that, love.”  Peter smirks knowing the pet name got under your skin.

“Then where did the brat go?”  Peter looks where the boy was last he looked.  When he can’t find him Peter scans the crowd frantically.  Now it is your turn to smirk.

“Can’t find him, love,” you mock him.

“Just give me a second.”

“One.”

“Cute,” Peter glances at you completely unamused.  Annoying him is lightening your mood considerably and you begin to laugh.

“Need some help?” you ask innocently keeping an eye on the lost boy in question.

“No,” regardless you wave your hand in the lost boy’s general direction causing him to teleport in front of Peter.  “I said I had it under control.”

“Now you know how I felt.  So what do you propose we do with him?”

“I thought it was obvious.  Well as long as you exclude torture.”  Peter pointedly looked at you.  You simply roll your eyes.  “We will hang him.”

“I thought I was psyco,” you mumble surprised but not complaining in the least.

Peter looked at you oddly until it seemed a light went off in his head, “I meant in a cage from a tree not a noose.”