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Who are you to them? - Peter pan (Part 1 /?)

Peter pan x reader

Warnings: mentions of sleeping together and sex slave ( in a way )

Word count: 925

Requested: can you do one where a king is looking for the reader and the reader is newish to Neverland but Peter has taken a liking to her and her to him and the people the king sent be Killian and his brother, and you can do the rest, thanks

A/N: Originally posted on my other blog, because that was gonna only be stuff that I write but that ended up being this blog and that blog. If this has a part 2 it will be posted on my other blog ( @sociopathic-winchester )

                    ( Do you guys want a part 2 ? )

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P.o.v - Peter 

I woke up extra early cause I felt the presence of some people enter Neverland. Getting up out of bed I tried not to wake y/n, my new and only lost girl. I got to know her a little before I brought her to Neverland, she’s been here for a little over a month. I’ll admit I’ve fallen in love with her, I’ve been having her stay with me in my treehouse and bed. 

Once I put my shirt on I walked over to y/n and brushed my hand across her forehead and down her cheek. Her eye’s fluttered open she looks me up and down noticing that I’m dressed, “ where are you going? “ she asked with her voice really soft and quiet, laced with sleep. I squat down next to her “ there are some unwanted guest on the island I’m gonna find out who they are and what they want. Ok, now go back to sleep I’ll be back shortly. “ I told her and she nodded, then I kissed her forehead and got up and left. 

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“ Anything I could help you with? “ I asked, the two men. 

They turned around in shock, preparing themselves for any possibilities of a battle. Not that, that would help them against my magic. Exchanging a look, one spoke with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“ We’re here by order of his majesty, the king. State your name boy.” I raised an eyebrow at his request. 

“ I’m Peter Pan. As far as any dweller of Neverland would know, theirs no royalties here… just me. “ I chuckled lightly, as one of the men rummaged in his satchel, before unfolding a crumbled paper, holding up a sketch of y/n.

“ We’re sent to look for this girl. Tell us boy, have you seen her? “ the same man asked. Of course, I’ve seen her but I’m not gonna tell them that. 

“ She looks quite lovely, but unfortunately no. “ I tell them. As the two men left to continue their search, I chuckled before grinning smugly. When I get back I’m gonna have to talk to y/n about this, see why they want her.                    

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When I got back y/n was looking through a magic book that she brought with her, given to her by the evil queen. She was sitting on the end of the bed with her legs crisscross, I came up behind her and started to kiss the back of her neck and shoulder. She jumps a little cause she didn’t notice me come back. She turned me and smiled and turned her attention back to reading, “ so did you find out who was on the island? “ she asked.

 I started to get up and pulled up the chest near the bed and sat in front of her and I took the book out of her hands and set it down, “ yes I did, they're here actually looking for you, on some kings order-” I stopped when I saw her getting uneasy. I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers, “ hey, hey whats wrong? “. 

“ how much did they offer you? Let me guess it’s quite a lot… when do you hand me over huh? “ she said rather quickly, but I heard her. 

I cupped her cheek with one hand “ what are you talking about? Who are you to them? “ I asked her, she seems to get more uneasy by the second.

 She stopped looking down and looked up at me “ I was a servant in the king's castle, my farther Killian and his brother are in the king's army. The king wanted slaves to do more then just serve food if you know what I mean... so my father helped me escape. Once I was far enough from the kingdom that’s when I met the evil queen, she took me and was teaching the stuff in that book. “ she said in a soft quiet tone.

 I couldn’t believe what she just said he sent men to find a girl just so she could be a slave again. She put her head done I tilted her chin up so she would look at me, she had a couple of stray tears going down her cheeks. 

“ Hey, listen to me I’m not gonna let them take you, ok? I told them I didn’t know who you were. I wanted to talk to you about it first. “ I told her while using my thumb to wipe the tears off of her cheeks, she looks at me and the next thing I know she’s straddling my lap and hugging me with her face in the crock of my neck. I hugged her back and said “ your my lost girl their not taking you away from me. “ I moved one hand under her thigh and my other hand to her lower back, we went and laid done on the bed. 

“ later when I go talk to them again… do you want to come? “ I asked her she lifted her head from my chest and nodded ‘yes’. 

Angry ? - Peter pan

Peter pan x reader

Warnings: cursing, heated moments

Word count: 1194

Requested: pan hasn’t attempted to capture you for the last few days. Can it be in between smut and fluff and can she be angry at him at first and like doesn't want to admit   that she likes him too, oh yeah and peter like likes her (  @secretlyshamelesspersona  )

A/N: Originally posted this on my other account because I was gonna only post things I write personally on that one but I am gonna post it here to

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Peter Pan, what can I say he's a pain in the ass. He has been  to the better word lets say... hunting me. But all of a sudden he’s stopped, it’s a relief but I’m getting suspicious. Why would he just stop?

Shrugging off the hint of curiosity, you kneeled down, scooping up some water to my palms before drinking it. As you gulped the last drop, you felt your body suddenly slam against the rocky ground by the waterhole. Pinned down and being practically straddled, with my wrist suddenly tight grip of two strong hands.

You're shocked and panicked eyes caught the sight of his lustful and devious orbs. The sight of his smirk was noticeable, but soon faltered when he leaned his lips towards your ear. His voice sounded seductive, and you shuddered beneath him.

“ Surprised to see me, love?” he said as he quirked an eyebrow. God did I hate him, I mean I kinda liked him… but he has always been a jerk. “ I am… and I’m not.” you say and roll your eyes. “ aw princess, are you at least happy to see me? We haven’t seen each other in a while ”. He said with a smirk looking down at me with lust in his eyes.

“ Well let me think… NO! You're practically hunting me, all of a sudden you stop! And now your here… well… straddling me and you think I'm gonna be happy to see you? All you have been to me is a jerk, so no I’m not happy to see you? ” I yelled up at him. He looked a little shocked at my outburst maybe even a little hurt, but then of course his smirk came back. “ ok, one I wouldn’t need to  you say hunt I say find you if you would just hear me out, two I am actually liking this position I have you in, and three I’m sorry I’ve been a jerk to you, although if you would just hear me out I can explain why. ” he said, I looked at him and said “ fine “.

I tried to sit up but he didn’t move “ do you mind? “ I said and looked at him with a very annoyed look. “ actually I do cause if I get off of you, you might run and like I said before I am fond of this position. “ he said with a smug smirk, although he is right I would probably run. Wait did I just say he might be right?  I must have hit my head.

“ fine, fine. Well...speak “ I said as I laid back down and looked up at him waiting to hear him out. “ ok, look I have realized I haven’t been the nicest to you, and I regret th-”

And I cut him off “ regret, WOW almost an apology from Peter Pan. I must be special “ I said in a condescending tone. “ Do you ever shut up? “ he asked, I shook my head ‘no’ and he nodded then continued “ like I was saying I regret that, I don’t hate you. Actually, I think I might like you, I don’t know how to express that so being a jerk to you sounded like a good idea and then maybe I wouldn't like you anymore but see how you just always seem to have a come back for whatever comment I send your way. It just made me like you more and then you decided to leave camp and when I sent the boys to retrieve you, you just kinda beat them up. I thought the best approach would be to give you some space before trying to talk to you again. “

I looked at him and I couldn’t tell if he was lying or not “ no, no you're lying Peter Pan doesn’t love. He’s cruel and abusive! “ I yell at him, he’s shocked from what I said and I flip him over and get up and move away somewhat. “ How so? Please tell me why don’t you believe me. “ he said while getting up, if I didn’t know any better I would say he looks hurt. “ Because your impressive, bossy and cocky. You're annoying and you just...ugh! You make me so angry all you ever do is say mean comments or play games on me and I’m starting to feel more lost than before I came here! “ I have to admit, when I came to neverland I was lost but with everything going on lately I feel more lost now then I did.

Peter slowly walked up to me and when he was close I started banging and hitting my fists on his chest, and was crying I don’t know when the tears started but I couldn’t seem to stop them now. He grabbed my wrist with one hand and wrapped the other arm around me and pulled me to him. Slowly he sat us down on the rocky gravel, “ I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry, I didn’t realize. I was brought you here so you wouldn’t feel lost anymore and all I did was make it worse on you. Give me a second chance, I’ll make it up to you, come back to camp? “ he said, rocking me in his arms trying to calm me enough to stop crying.

I lift my head from resting under his chin against his chest and look up at him “ everyone deserves a second chance. Plus it's not like I can leave the island. “ I say looking up at him. Peter looks up then back at me and moves a strand of hair from my face and smirks “ is my princess still angry? “ he says chuckling, I laughed a little to.

“ well I’ll probably always be angry at you… but maybe the anger can die down a bit and maybe other feelings can come up “ once I finished we both laughed for awhile. “ oh what kind of other feelings may theses be... Mmm? “ he said as he raised his eyebrows and his smirk turned into a playful one. I moved in between his legs kneeling, I tilt my head to the side and put my hands on his shoulders and push him back so he’s laying down. I move up and straddle his waist “ well you did say you were fond of this position, didn’t you? “ I said with a smirk and playful eyes. Peter put a hand on the back of my head then next thing I know he flipped us over so he was on top straddling me...again. “ No I said I was fond of this position me being on top “ he said with a smirk “ don’t get me wrong it was and is nice you being on top of me but I rather be on or in control. “ he finished and leaned in and we kissed. I really do hope things do change in a better way.

Sleep - Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 801

Summary: studying for exams means getting no sleep. Which brings leads to this. . .

Authors Note: kinda soft Draco, the way he could have been without his asshole father. Also it's a cute gif and Draco’s (Tom) smiling so perfect

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Exams are coming up in a few weeks at Hogwarts. Which meant everyone was starting to study for everything they have learned all year.

Ravenclaws are the only house not studying like crazy.

Being a Gryffindor that's friends with the golden trio. Had it advantages and disadvantages. A big disadvantage being I don’t have time to study much at the time of actually learning the things we will be tested on.

I was suppose to study with my boyfriend Draco, but of course, neither of us got anything done. When around each other we never get anything school related done.

Yes, my boyfriend is Draco Malfoy. He can be a jerk, a very big jerk to practically everyone. But to me he melts, he’s very kind and sweet. Caring even. He has been trying to be nicer to my best friends (Harry, Ron, Hermione). I'll Admit it is taking a while, a long while but it’s process.

My friends had a hard time at first they were upset, I am dating the enemy. Although they came around seeing how Draco treats me differently then he does everyone else. They said ‘as long as I’m happy and he treats me right they are ok with it. But if he hurts me they’ll hex him’. Which was nice to hear because I really love Draco and him me, but if my best friends weren’t ok with it I would’ve had to choose and it would have been them.

But as much as I want to hang out with him I won’t get any studying done. An I really need to study and hard.

I have been for about 2 weeks. Within these 2 weeks, I have slept either 1 hour a night or not at all. I made all my study guides that I’ll look at and review the night before the tests.

As for now, I’m headed to the Great Hall for lunch. No classes for a while so us students can study so I’m coming from my dorm.

As I entered the Great Hall and sat down across from Harry and Ron. An next to Hermione. They all smiled at me.

Exchanging hellos, I put some food on my plate but not really touching it much. Too tired to eat, more like to sleep-deprived.

Hermione nudged me and nodded to behind me when I turned around I saw Draco walking over to where we sat with his plate in hand. He sat down next to me, I looked back at Hermione to see she smiling a little at us. Her and Draco not having the best history.

“Hey” he said sitting down and putting his arm on my lower back.

“Hi” I replied before yawning so big I had to cover my mouth

“Are you doing ok?” he asked moving his hand up and down

“Yeah, why?” I asked in confusion

“Dearest not even your makeup is covering how tired you look.” Hermione and Harry nodding in agreement with Draco's statement

“Yeah well I was studying for the last 2 weeks” I rubbed my eyes trying to get them to wake up a little more

“And how much sleep did you get?” Harry asked looking me in the eyes. When I noticed they all were looking at me the same way, I kinda shrunk back.

“An hour. . .or none” I mumbled looking down as if that would take their eyes off me

“Y/n that is not good for you” Hermione spoke in a very concerned tone

“I know, I know but what was I supposed to do?” I confessed looking up

“Sleep and wing it” Ron said while stuffing food in his mouth

“Or, not study so consistently” Harry stated looking confused at Ron

“Well I’m done now so I can sleep till we have the tests.” t told the four of them nodding with a smile on my face

“Why don’t you start now” Draco suggested kissing my cheek to get me to turn to face him abit

‘Hmmm’ I made a noise of question, not quite understanding what he meant

“Lean on me, try to sleep” he explained moving his arm to around my shoulders

“What if I do fall asleep?” I tilted my head

“Then I’ll carry you back to your dorm or mine. We can sleep for a week. . . Please it’s not healthy how little you have slept and it’s worrying me.” he spoke so softly so the others wouldn’t hear him. I am his weakness.

“Ok, I don’t want to have you worrying it doesn’t end well” I cupped his cheek before moving to lean against him hoping to catch some rest

“Then sleep. You need sleep so sleep.” Draco pulled me to lean into him more, kissing the top of my head before I closed my eyes.

Why Don’t You Call Me Peter?  -  Peter Pan

Peter Pan x fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 619

Summary: Y/n always calls Peter “Pan” and even when they get together so Peter asks her why. “Call me Peter”

Authors Note: 

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Peter sat on a log by the fire looking across it, through the flames at Y/n. The only girl on his Island. His girl. There she is talking to Felix across from him, as the rest of the boys dance around the fire to the sound of his flute.

But Peter wasn’t enjoying it like everyone else. He had a couple things on his mind, but the one that was clouding his mind the most was about who he has his eyes set on.

Ever since Y/n got to Neverland she had only ever called him Pan. Which was ok for a while but now that they have been together for months. He couldn’t help but wonder why. Why not call him Peter? Why stick with Pan?

And that is what he’s gonna ask her tonight when they head to his treehouse.

“Alright boys! Time to sleep so your ready for hunting tomorrow.” Pan yelled out, standing up. Smirking at the thought of tomorrow.

As all the lost boys groaned they still did as they were told. Felix and Y/n nodded to each other as they got up and went separate ways. Felix with the rest of the other boys. An y/n smiling heading towards Peter.

“You ready to head back?” Y/n asked smiling up at him wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning into kiss him on the cheek.

“Yeah.” he replied after kissing her back.

Once they’re back in the treehouse they both changed. When Y/n turned to head over to her side of the bed but Peter stood up and reached out for her arm, catching her elbow.

She turned to look at him with a questioning look. Silently asking him what he wanted.

“I have a question that I need you to answer.”

She nodded ready for whatever he might ask her, or of her. With Peter Pan, it could be anything. For her, it could be good or bad. Unlike with the lost boys normally when he’s being this serious its bad.

They moved over to the bed and sat down, holding hands Peter asked “why do you only call me Pan?”

“What do you mean?” she asked puzzled

“I mean, you only call me Pan. I get when you were new to the Island. But you’ve been here for a year now and we’ve been together for months and that’s still all you call me… Why don’t you ever call me Peter? I remember the night you came to Neverland. I introduced myself you repeated my name. That’s the only time you’ve ever called me or ever said Peter.” he explained standing up. Y/n could tell this was really frustrating him. The y/n/c haired girl knew something had been on his mind lately but she wasn’t expecting it to be this.

“Is this what’s been making you zone out lately? Oh me and Felix have been worried.”

Y/n sighed and got up, looking at him with relief this time and wrapping her arms around his middle “ I only call you Pan because everyone else did to I thought that’s what you wanted to be called. That’s all anyone ever calls you. If you want me to call you Peter, I will.”

“I do want you to call me Peter. I like the way it sounds coming from you and I can’t wait to hear the way it sounds when your mad at me. You get an accent when your firey. And you know-” Peter said moving her back to the bed having stood up earlier.

“-you like fire. Yeah, I know.” she laughed, which got louder when they fell over on the bed.

Punishment - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x fem!reader

Warnings: mention of punishment

Word count: 453

Summary: Lost Girls have different rules than Lost Boys

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“Ow, Felix light up” Y/n yelped at Felix’s harsh grip

Which instantly caught Peter’s attention. Peter always kept a close eye on his last girl, and hearing her in pain didn’t sit well with him.

“What’s going on over here?” Pan asked as he approached the two. Looking up his right hand lost boy and then down to his lost girl. Looking for an answer from one of them.

“Nothing” she whispered from the obvious still too tight grip Felix has on her arm.

“She broke the rules I’m just taking care of punishing her for it.” Felix said smugly. Which wasn’t the best thing to do.

Seeing the look on Felix’s face only fueled the anger inside Peter. He nodded before grabbing Felix by his shirt collar and shoved him up against the nearest tree. Which caused the tallboy to let go of her arm.

“You do not touch her.” Pan snarled in his face.

“I’m just doing as I’m suppose to Pan” Felix answered while the only thing Y/n could do was look at the confrontation and feel scared. Did this mean Pan himself wanted to punish her?

“I do not want you to touch Y/n. Ever. At all.” Peter stressed, making sure he gets his point across.

His statement though caused the lost girl to feel even more anxious.

“Got it?”

Felix nods “Yes, sir?”

“Go attended to the boys.” Peter dismissed. Felix and left the two, deciding it’d be better not to question.

Pan turned to Y/n “You don’t have to look scared”

“Aren’t you gonna punish me?” her voice cracked

“No.” he answered turning to face her

“But I broke a rule.” Y/n said shakingly

Peter sighed before moving so they were standing chest to chest and cupped her cheek. “There are different and fewer rules for you. So no you aren’t getting punished.”

“Why am I different? Shouldn’t I have the same rules as the lost boys?” she questioned, not understanding why she suddenly wasn’t in trouble.

“No, because you’re my lost girl. Your not like a lost boy to me. You are my girl. You shouldn’t and won’t be treated the same.” Pan smiled moving his other hand up to cup the other cheek. He shook his head, how could she not understand what she meant to him?

“Thank you.” y/n leaned up to kiss his cheek trying to show her gratitude.

“For what?” he raised an eyebrow in question

“For always protecting me, giving me a better life.” she smiled up at him

“No thanks needed love.” Peter smirked but it ended up turning into a big smile. He pulled her into him, kissing the top of her head.

Not All Mermaids - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 299

Summary: mermaids aren’t all evil

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“Your back again. Miss me already?” Y/n winked coming up from under the water? After seeing Peter fly over to the lagoon.

“Well, it is my island.” Peter smirked, moving to sit down on a couple rocks by the mermaid.

She tilted her head and squinted “from what I heard you use to never visit the lagoon because of things like me.”

Peter nodded “you mean mermaids. Yes, usually your kind only try to kill. Your different.”

“How so?” Y/n asked tilting her head the opposite side as before

“You haven’t tried to kill me.” he quirked his lips giving her a lopsided smirk

“Not all of us like to kill.” Y/n muttered looking down. She hates that, that’s what her kind is known for. Peter saw her start to close up, he could tell by how she answered that it bothered her how her kind is known. So he splashed her to cheer her up, change the mood. “Hey!” Y/n squealed in shock and then splashed him back.

After a while of splashing eachother and laughing Peter just watched her smiling “why do you stay here?”

“What do you mean?” she asked wondering what he meant

“I know mermaids can travel through dimensions, Love. Why do you stay in Neverland?” he clarified moving a stran of hair behind her ear.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with the King of Neverland.” Y/n explained, looking down to hide her blush.

Peter tilted his head. “There are no Kings in Neverland just me.” he smirked.

“I know” she murmured under her breath turning away from him

Peter turned his smirk into a smile, putting his forefinger under her chin to tilt her head up to meet his eyes “I believe I’ve fallen for you to.”

But - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x fem!reader

Killian Jones/Captian Hook x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 421

Summary: Peter Pan wants Killians daughter, but Hooks not gonna give her up easily.

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Peter sighed shaking his head before speaking “You’d be stupid not to take my offer, Killian.”

“No, it’d make me smart.” Killian stated turning away from the demon boy.

“I’m offering you a way to come and go from Neverland as much as you please.” Peter said smiling at the pirate, hoping he would take the deal.

“For a price.” Killian mumbled under his breath.

“It’s a small price in the scheme of things.” Peter shrugged not seeing why the pirate wouldn’t jump at his offer.

“My daughter is not a small price to pay, you demon!” Killian turned around yelling at the boy in green.

“Are you sure about that.” Peter asked calmly as he watched the Captain fume.

“I’m sure.” Killian stated through gritting his teeth.

“Then what do you want.” Peter sighed. ‘What was it going to take’ he thought.

“She’s my daughter, Pan. not just some trinket you can trade to make a deal. She’s my flesh and blood. I love her. An becuase I love her there’s no way I’m giving her over to you.” Killian spoke poking Peter in the chest with his hook.

“I will find a way to keep her here.” Peter told the on handed pirate. He wants Y/n but Hook just won’t give her up. But Peter’s not gonna give up without a fight. Peter Pan never fails. Peter wants y/n as his Lost Girl it ay take a while but he’ll get her. 

“But you know if you want her to like you, you can’t hurt me. Or my crew. Because that would be hurting her family, the ones she loves. Then she wouldn’t see you the same way.” Killian smirked at the devil boy. Hook knew every word he said bugged Peter cause he knows Hook’s right. Y/n would never forgive him for hurting someone she cares about or loves.

“She already has a crush on me-” Peter spoke looking away from Killian for a moment. Trying to regain the upper hand.

“But now you have to keep it that way. You can’t do anything to jeopardize it.” Hook countered. He could tell it bothered the boy to lose his upper hand in this conversation.

“Peter Pan never fails.” Peter stated looking him dead in the eyes.

“You may never fail, Pan. But you might not have the patience to wait for her or me to come around.” Hook stated before walking out of the forest to head back down towards his crew, ship, and daughter.

Separated - Peter Pan (1/6)

Snow x reader (friend)

Charming x reader (friend)

Jefferson/Mad Hatter x daughter reader

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,407

Summary: Y/n is the daughter of Jefferson a.k.a The Mad Hatter. A soon to be godmother of Snow and Charming’s baby girl. But with the curse coming she won’t get to stay long, although will she be sent to Storybrooke with the rest?

Authors Note: Peter comes in at the end. This is a series and it will have 6 parts to it, some longer than others. “Were more a like than you think.” - Pan (comes in at sometime). Should I make the series there own little masterlists? 

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“I’ll be fine dad. I promise.” Y/n smiled back at her father’s concern, not letting it sway her in the slightest.

Jefferson shook his head stressed. An that’s saying something for the Mad Hatter. “Something just doesn’t feel right about this.”

Y/n turned to face her worried dad, walking over to him in their little home. She smiled trying to ease her worries. “I’m just going for the birth of Snow and Charming's baby. They want me there for it. Apparently, I’ll be the little one’s Godmother.”

Jefferson let out a breath turning his eye’s attention towards his daughter. He let out a sigh. “Just please be careful, Hunny. Please I already lost your mother, I can’t lose you.” 

Y/n smiled “I’ll be back before you know it. I love you, Daddy.”

Jefferson smiled at him at her hoping his feeling is just that, a feeling. And nothing happens. “Be safe.” With that being said the two hugged and Y/n left to go on her journey to Snows and Charming's castle.

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“Snow! Charming!” Y/n greeted with a big smile on her face

“Y/n! Oh, Y/n we’ve missed you so much.” Snow greeted back wrapping the young woman into her arms. Having missed her the past couple of months.

“I’ve missed you guys to.” Y/n smiled hugging the pregnant woman back, having missed her as well.

“I just wish she wasn’t coming now.” Snow mumbled in a very concerned tone.

“Little one giving you trouble?” Y/n asked with humor trying to lighten the mood Snow seemed to be in.

“The Evil Queen is planning something and she plans to do it tonight.” Charming explained with a grimace but did greet the y/h/c haired girl with a hug as well.

“And the baby wants to come tonight.” Y/n concluded, nodding in understanding now why the couple was so worried.

Snow sighed with a tight lipped-smile. “Y/n, its not safe for you to be here. You should go back to your father and you both need to get out of here.”

“Get somewhere far far away. "Charming stated in agreement with his wife. Both referring to her father’s hat.

“I’m not gonna leave my future goddaughter, my niece. During her birth.” Y/n stated stubbornly

“Y/n-” Charming started but Y/n quickly cut in.

“I’ll leave as soon as she’s here.” Y/n gave her word. Snow and Charming still looked hesitant so she added. “I promise.”

Shortly after the Charming's agree with a very stubborn young Hatter, Snow quickly went into labor. Not that she could control the spread. With that little baby Emma was born.

An keeping her word Y/n was saying her farewells.

“Be safe, Y/n.” Charming spoke as he gave her a big hug knowing if he’ll see her anytime soon or not.

“You too. Both of you, and take care of my daughter.” Y/n smiled hoping to ease the nerves at least a little, if possible.

“We will. Now go find your dad and get out of here before it happens. Before the curse hits.” Snow smiled back before nodding and urging the young woman to go find her father before whatever the Evil Queen had planned happens.

An with that Y/n nodded and left the castle in a rush to get home to her father and warn him. Maybe they could get away before the curse hits. If not at least they’ll be together.

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“Dad!” Y/n  yelled as she jumped off the horse Charming insisted she take. To get home as fast as possible. She bolted inside, having seen the purple smoke coming over the hills by the castle she took the horse with a thank you hoping to beat the purple smoke home.

“Y/n!” Jefferson came bolting out of the house having heard his daughters distress. “What’s wrong, Y/n/n?” He asked once they were right in front of each other, Jefferson cupped Y/n’s cheeks in his hands, searching her face for clues.

“We need to get out of here. Now.” Y/n spoke with wide eye’s and a panicked voice.

“Why? Y/n, what’s going on?” Jefferson asked getting more concerned by the minute, but doing his best to not let it show.

“Regina, the Evil Queen. She’s cast a curse to take away everyone's happiness. We need to get out of here before it takes us too. Go to another realm or something.” She explained quickly, staring directly into her fathers eyes.

“I think it might be to late.” He sighed nodding his head slightly towards where Y/n had come from and seeing the purple smoke coming their way.

“Daddy” Y/n whimpered looking back up at him with teary eyes, scared for what’s about to happen.

“Hey, hey we’ll be ok. Ok? I promise. If this separates us I’ll find you. I’ll never stop trying to find you. I promise on my life.” Jefferson comforted his little girl. Making sure she knows that no matter what happens, he loves her and will do everything in his power to find her if this curse separates them.

“I promise I’ll try to find you too.” Y/n promised back to her dad, still hoping though that it won’t come to them being part. Seeing the Evil Queens curse getting closer Y/n wrapped her arms tightly around her dad’s torso, burning her head into his chest. “I love you, Daddy.”

Jefferson wrapped his arms tightly around her to and leaned down to place a kiss on the top of her head, whispering back. “I love you to, Sweetheart.”

After both father and daughter got surrounded by the amethyst colored smoke it was dark. Completely dark. At first at least. Once Y/n realized she no longer felt her fathers embrace she opened her eyes. Only to see that she was all alone. An not somewhere she recognized at all.

Looking around it looked beautiful. The scenery is gorgeous. All the nature was captivating. But the fact that she didn’t recognize any of it was concerning. Y/n kept taking in her surroundings, but didn’t see in all her observing the boy around her age watching her.

Peter felt a presence on his Island that he didn’t know. When he got there down by the shore where he had felt the disturbance come from he found a beautiful young woman standing by the water. She was taking in all of his precious Island. But she didn’t just seem to be enjoying the view she also looked concerned.

“How’d you get here?” Peter wonder out loud to himself before coming out from behind the tree he was watching her from. “Hello there, Love.” To find out who this mysterious girl could be.

Y/n spun around quickly at the sound of someone else. “Who are you?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Peter quirked an eyebrow at the girl. “I’m Peter. Peter Pan. And you are?” He introduced himself, trying to get this girl to believe they could trust him.

“Y/n” She nodded in acknowledgment

Peter smiled “How’d you get here, Love?”

“Why should I tell you?” Y/n asked a question right back.

Peter smirked “It was just a question, Darling.”

“Where is here?” Y/n asked skeptical about not only the boy in front of her but also her surroundings.

“You don’t know?” Peter wondered how she got here if she didn’t already knew where here was.

“Didn’t exactly come here willingly.” Y/n muttered under her breath glancing around at the scenery.

“Did the shadow bring you here?” Peter questioned

“What shadow? What part of the Enchanted Forest is this?” She asked the boy dressed in green, very confused.

“This place, this Island it’s not in the Enchanted Forest.” Peter looked around with a smile. Admiring his Island.

“So am I in a different realm?” Y/n let out a breath nodding. It’s ok she could deal with that. She’s been to many realms thanks to her fathers ‘job’. “Which one? Its obviously not Wonderland, been there enough to know that. Is it OZ? Arendalle in the summer time? Really far in Agrabah? Its obviously not the Land without color.”

Peter shook his head at all of her guesses. “Its none of those.”

Y/n let out a sigh getting annoyed with this boy. “Then where am I?”

“Your in Neverland.” Peter smirked

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Part 2

Separated - Peter Pan (2/6)

Jefferson/Mad Hatter x daughter reader

Peter Pan x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 963

Summary: Y/n is the daughter of Jefferson a.k.a The Mad Hatter. Although she wasn’t sent to Storybrooke like everyone else. Can she trust a boy she just met? She might just have to.

Authors Note: She has powers but she’s seen how people use her father in both the Enchanted Forest and Wonderland. So why trust a boy that she just met in a realm she’s never been to but heard of, and they weren’t good things. I know this sounds like an extra summary and it kinda is but it’s for a reason.

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“Neverland?” Y/n questioned, she had only heard of it a couple of time. As a dreamland for kids.

“Heard of it?” Peter asked, trying to get a read on the girl. Also wondering if she had heard of Neverland before. Maybe thats how she got here.

Y/n nodded “twice”

Peter smiled at her vagueness. He took a few steps closer, tilting her head. “Love, how’d you get here? Since it seems you weren’t trying to.”

“No, I wasn’t.” She grumbled frustrated. Then Y/n had a thought that she might as well ask. “Do- do you know if anyone else besides me came here?... Like I did.” Y/n asked shyly asked before glancing down, digging her foot around in the damp dirt like sand.

Peter grimaced, knowing he couldn’t give this girl the answer she was looking for. “No. No one steps foot in Neverland with out me knowing. Sorry Love, your the only one.”

Y/n’s expression dropped with his reluation. She was all alone. Where was everyone else sent? Where was her father sent? “Crap.” She mumbled under her breath in a deafted tone.

“Let’s sit. Talk.” Peter offered, trying to change the subject off the fact she was alone in a strange place. An more on the topic of how she got there. Peter guided Y/n over towards a few rocks close by that they could sit on and relax a bit. “What happened?”

Once seated Y/n sighed trying to think of how she could explain it to him when he probably doesn’t know who she’d be talking about. So she said screw it. “The Evil Queen, she cast a curse on the Enchanted Forest.” Y/n told him, looking at his face for clues. He seemed to understand about the Enchanted Forest, maybe he was from there before here? “All of it.” she added sadly.

“What did the curse do? Do you know?” Peter asked gently. He needed to know and understand about what happened, and get her to trust him.

“It was suppose to take away everyone's happiness. Transport them all to a land without happy endings, without magic. I imagine so she can control the environment, control whether everyone is happy or miserable. To a land where there are no happily ever afters.” Y/n explained a little bit of bitterness in her voice at the end.

“Neverland is full of magic. I don’t think you went to the right place. Or she didn’t want you there.” he explained softly, moving a hand to rub her back in a comforting manner.

Y/n shook her head “I don’t know why I didn’t end up with everyone else.”

They sat in silence for a moment before the two heard a splash. When Y/n looked over she saw the water ripple and something under the water swimming away.

“What is that?” Y/n asked standing up to try and get a better look at what it might have been. Maybe just possibly could it have been someone from her realm.

Peter Stood as well, coming up to stand right next to her. “A mermaid. They can travel between realms. Nasty creatures.”

Y/n snapped her head in his direction. How dare he judge all mermaids like that! Y/n happened to know a few good ones. Ones that help people. “Hey!” she exclaimed, in her upset her eyes had glowed a very vibrant swirl of colors. When she gets to emotional sometimes her magic makes a involuntary appearance.  Y/n’s magic was similar to her fathers but also very different. She couldn’t travel between realms like he can an she didn’t need a hat. Y/ has to know the place or have to have been there before to travel to the realm of her choice. Not to hard since she’s gone with her dad to most of the realms. An if she concentrated hard enough on it and only if she concentrated could she sense and feel what realm her loved ones are in. That’s how she knew that wherever Regina had sent everyone they must be in a realm she had never gone to before. Which in all honesty scares her more.

“You have magic.” Peter let out a airy laugh of shock and excitement. Now she just became even more interesting to him.

“Don’t even try it.” Y/n spoke backing up from him with two steps. Just to be cautious.

Peter held his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t and don’t plan on hurting you, Love.”

Y/n scoffed “Yeah, that’s what a lot of people say when they find out someone has magic.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow “Your not very trusting are you?”

“I don’t have a reason to trust you. Trust is earned not something that’s giving freely. Its not to be taken lightly.” She warned about the green clad male.

“Let me earn it.” Peter said as if he was daring her.

“What?” Y/n asked confused

“Let me earn your trust.” Peter explained what he just meant.

“Why should I do that?” Y/n asked him squinting her eyes at him.

“Well, for starters your stuck here till you find out where everyone you know is. And I’m the ruler of Neverland, I know everything that happens here. You’ll probably be here awhile…Were more alike than you think.” Peter smiled walking up to her in so few steps.

Y/n didn’t fully trust him, not one bit. If she learned anything in traveling and doing jobs with her dad it was to be cautious of what or who you trust. “Ok.” But Y/n knew he might be right and he might be the only one who could help her. So she excepted his proposal. 

“Peter smiled “Let me show you around.”

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Separated - Peter Pan (4/6)

Jefferson/Mad Hatter x daughter reader

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 557

Summary: Peter finds a way to comfort the reader about who she misses most.

Authors Note: short but this is gonna hit to what Peter’s bigger plan is.

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“Love” Peter called out sweetly

“Hmmm?” Y/n hummed

“I have something I want to show you.” He said as he came up and hugged her from behind. Peter gently started tugging her in the embrace into a room in his treehouse that Y/n had never been in before. Infront of her was a large mirror with a swirl of mist like magic moving around inside of it.

“What’s this, Peter?” Y/n asked turning her head slightly to look at him for an answer.

Peter smiled at her with excitement in his eyes. “I was able to find a way to let you spy on your father wherever he is.”

“Really?” Y/n’s face filled with excitement and shock. “Thank you. Sooo much.” Y/n jumped up wrapping her arms around his neck. Showing him her gratitude.

“Just want you to be happy, Love.” Peter stated in a mumble into her neck. Hugging her right back. He was happy that he could cheer her up.

“You didn’t have to do this for me. Thank you so much. Really, thank you.” Y/n spoke into his shoulder. Willing herself not to cry.

“No, problem Love. You’re welcome.” Peter smiled leaning in to give her a kiss ok her forehead before moving over to use his magic. Peter waved his hand in front of the mirror and behold, it appeared with live images of her father. Showing what he was doing at this exact moment.

Once he saw how happy this plan of his had made her. It made Peter feel very warm inside. Pan decided to leave her alone to watch her father and see that he’s ok. Peter left the room and left the treehouse as well. Once outside of the treehouse Peter approached Felix. As both watched over the rest of the lost boys who were dancing around the fire.

“That was a nice thing you did for her. Although I imagine it’s head. For her to see him and not be able to talk to him or touch him.” Felix spoke from beside Pan.

Peter glanced towards his friend and second in command. “I’m glad I could give her this, to help. But I’m also worried that this will hurt her more. Just in a different way.” Pan sighed, thinking about how this might effect Y/n in a way that he won’t be able to fix as easily.

“What’re you gonna do?” Felix asked. Also worried about the girl who had become a good friend to him and the other lost boys over the time she’d been there.

“I have an idea.” Peter stated with an face that no one could read.

“What’s this idea entail?” Felix wondered out loud. Prepared to help in anyway he may be needed.

“A lot of searching on my part.” Pan smirked looking directly at Felix. “I’ll need you to watch over the boys more often.” He asked of him, knowing that searching for what he’s thinking of will take  most of his time up.

Felix nodded in agreement. “No problem. Peter Pan Never Fails. Don’t want the first time to be for a girl he seems to really like.”

Peter glared at him playfully. “Shut up. An your right Peter Pan Never Fails and this is not gonna be the thing that breaks my streak.” He winked.

Separated - Peter Pan (5/6)

Jefferson/Mad Hatter x daughter reader

Peter Pan x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,502

Summary: Peter has a surprise for Y/n, that’ll have an emotional reaction from both of them.

Authors Note: a reunion is in store

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“You set? Get everything you need for however long I’m gone?” Peter questioned, hoping he didn’t forget anything. Not after all his time of planning.

Felix nodded reassuring his leader. “We’re all set, Pan. Don’t worry we’ll be fine.”

Peter nodded “Ok. Lets do this.”

“Have fun.” Felix stated as his farewell. He had helped Pan make all the arrangements. Making sure everything was in place so the Island would be fine, so the lost boys will be fine while Peters gone. 

With that Peter nodded and said his leave with Felix and the lost boys. Once that was all said and done, and the explaining that he won’t be gone long. He went to go find his lost girl that won’t be fully just his very soon.

“Love” Peter called out down by the waters shore, where he normally found Y/n over her time on the Island.

Y/n spun around giving Peter a smile before greeting him. “Hey, Peter.”

“I have something for you, Darling. It’s a trip, so pack your stuff and we’ll go.” Peter told her, giving very little details.

Y/n nodded giving him a mischievous smirk. “Ok. I’m not even gonna ask because I already know you won’t tell me if ya haven’t already.”

“Smart Girl” Peter smirked as well before taking her hand and bringing her back to pack up all her stuff.

Once all her stuff was packed up in a bag Peter grabbed it and put it over his shoulder and they were ready to go now.

“Look I know I said I know better than to ask but… Where are we going?” Y/n bit her lip smiling at him, slightly bouncing in front of him. Excited about what Peter Pan had planned.

Peter smiled at her antics giving her a kiss on the cheek. “It’s a surprise, but I promise Love you’re gonna love it.”

Y/n sighed playfully but smiled anyway and wrapped her arms around his torso. Ready for him to take her wherever he had planned. “Ok then.”

An with that Peter wrapped his arm around her as well and they took off. Traveling through the sky has never ceased to scare and excite Y/n. Which after all that time very much amused Peter.

Peter was worried that after doing this he may lose the one person who really understood him and who he could really be content with. But Pan also knew that this is what his lost girl needed. When she first got to the Island Y/n wasn’t lost, just a little scared, but now after being here for years and years of being away from her friends. Loved ones. The people who make a place home for her. She is lost now. She could hear the flute 6 months into being on Neverland. Which started to concern Peter right away. This is what needs to happen. It’s what's best for her. Whether it hurts him or not. Peter just hope’s it doesn’t come to that.

“Where are we?” Y/n asked confused by the fact that they seem to be on some road surrounded by a forest, that looked similar to home for her.

“A little place called StoryBrooke.” Peter stated unwrapping one arm from around her to readjust her bag on his shoulder, while she looked around.

“What realm is this place in?” Y/n turned focusing her attention back on the boy who’s taken care of her when she had no one else.

Peter smiled shaking his head. “Questions, questions, questions Love.”

“Peter!” She exclaimed not believing he was still keeping her in the dark. Even though their at their destination.

“This place is so cute. In a weird way.” Y/n smiled in wonder. They had just walked through such a cute little town, during the sunset no less. Now it was dark and they were walking up a twisting road.

“Yeah, it is huh.” Pan gave a tight lipped smile. He knew exactly what this town is. Where everyone's truly from. Peter would have to considering all he had to search for and through just to find what he was looking for. Peter stopped walking which also made Y/n stop walking having felt him stop, considering their hands are linked. “Lets stop for a minute. Ok, so you asked what realm this place was in, and I evaded the question earlier. I avoided it Love, because I know what happens to us when I tell you.” Pan gave her a sad smile, which left Y/n very concerned. Y/n moved to stand in front of him cupping his cheek with her unoccupied hand, rubbing on the top of his cheekbone. “I know what happens when I show you what's here. What here is.”

All that he’s saying was very confusing to the young woman. An it was worrying her very much. “Peter, what's wrong? What's here? Come on you can tell me. Its been a decade an half, you know or at least you should know you can talk to me. About anything. And yes I figured out how long its been. Its one of the reasons I was so down a while back. An I appreciate you trying to keep me in the dark, first it pissed me off but I get why you did it. So thank you.”

“Welcome.” He let out a sigh before continuing. “Down this road is a big mansion.” Peter spoke softly, glancing behind her where the road continue on.

Y/n shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows. “I don’t understand.”

“There’s a man. He lives there, all alone.” Peters corners of his lips twitched up, but right now he just couldn’t form a very happy expression. Pan is happy knowing how happy she’s going to be when she finds out, but he’s still sad losing her. “In town, all the people- the whole population. Everyone's from the Enchanted Forest.”

“Wha- I-I… How’d you?” She stuttered. Entirely confused but she believed him even though it sounded impossible after all this time. But he hadn’t lied to her yet, so she trust what he’s saying now.

Peter grabbed her hands off his cheek, holding and moving it to hold it against his heart. “I’ve been looking for a while. At first to just see where everyone was sent to. I just didn’t put much effort into it. But with seeing how much you’ve been hurting the last couple of weeks, missing everyone especially your father. I wanted to help, reunite the two of you. Even if it mean you leave Neverland.”

Y/n instantly understood. Peter wanted to help her. Make her happy again. He did all this- searched for so long just to make her happy again. To be with her loved ones again. Her dad again. “Oh, Peter.”

“Love, I want you to be happy. Neverland- I can tell you love it, but I can also tell its not meant to be your home Y/n. you need your friends and family.” Pan smiled at her. It wasn’t big but he did genuinely mean it. He bit his lip before pulling her in for a hug, which Y/n returned.

“Thank you, Peter. So, so much.” She whispered into his chest. The weight of everything was finally hitting her. An what he meant early now made sense to her. “Hey” Y/n called to get his attention, leaning back just the tinniest bit to look him in the eyes. She smiled smugly up at him. “You and the lost boys have become my friends to, ya know. Family. Really. You guys have been all I’ve had for so long.”

Peter let out a laugh which also happened to be a breath of relief she had just proved his worries wrong. “Same, Love. Now lets get you to your new house. Your new home.”

With that all cleared up Peter felt a lot better about what the outcome could be of this. Y/n she felt excited but also anxious. Yes, she was finally with everyone she knows (well with them). Yes, she was about to be with her father again. But it had been so long it scared her a little. 

They started up the winding road again. Up to the mansion that Peter says her father lives in. A odd change to where they lived in the Enchanted Forest.

“Calm down. Its a huge house” Pan pulled her closer into his side teasing her lightly.

“What if he doesn’t remember me?” Y/n mumbled looking down, playing with her fingers. A nervous habit Peter noticed she had over the time they’ve spent together.

Pan stopped her fidgeting holding her together before promising. “Y/n, you’ve been watching him for weeks. You know he misses you. Love, even I know without a doubt that he misses you.”

Y/n leaned her head onto his shoulder. “I’m just anxious.” She admitted

Peter nodded in understanding. “I know, but you have no reason to be.”

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Part 6 (Last Part) 

Separated - Peter Pan (6/6)

Jefferson/Mad Hatter x daughter reader

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 525

Summary: A father and daughter are reunited thanks to a boy who wears green.

Authors Note: Final part. I might make a one shot to add to this series where Y/n and Jefferson catch up and he maybe shows her around town and explains what Storybrooke is and what exactly has happened etc etc. Would you guys be interested in that? Comment of send an ask if you are.

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As Peter and Y/n walked up through the rounded driveway, up to the front door. Standing there was nerve racking to both for different reasons. Despite the nerves Y/n took a deep breath and knocked on the front door.

“Dad” Y/n practically whimpered at the sight of her dad, for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Y/n” Jefferson said stunned. He couldn’t believe his eye’s. Afraid tht this was another cruel joke from Regina like remembering, he had to ask to be sure. “Is it really you?”

Y/n’s face broke out into pure happiness as she nodded. “Yeah. Yes, Daddy. Its really me.”

Jefferson reached forward pulling his daughter into his arms as he stepped out on to his front porch. “H-How? Why? But, h-how?”

She let out a happy laugh, wrapping her arms around her father. Holding him just as tight as he’s holding her. “That’s a long story, Daddy. But I’m back now. I’m here to stay. And I’ll explain it all with time. I promise.”

Peter watched the father and daughter reconnect. It was obvious to Pan that the man before him truly missed his lost girl. Their lost girl I guess you could say. That is a fact that Peter knew comforted Y/n. That her dad obviously really missed her. And now she’s not lost anymore.

After awhile Y/n let go of her tight embrace around her father, on turned to Peter with a smile. Still in her fathers arms. “Thank you, again Peter.”

“Love, you can stop thanking me.” Peter smirked, teasing her with a raised eyebrow.

“Well I’m gonna thank you. For anything and everything you’ve done for my daughter. An thank you for bringing her to me.” Jefferson cut in. Peter could tell how grateful the man was by the look he was betraying in his eyes. Peter gave him a small nodd in acknowledgment of his gratitude.

“I wanted to do this for her, and Peter Pan Never Fails.” Peter switched the focus of his eyes from her father  back to his lost girl when he spoke the end of his statement.

Y/n smirked at him shaking her head side to side in amusement. “No, no he doesn’t.”

Peter smiled, teeth showing and all. He took a few steps towards her and placed a kiss on her cheek, leaning down a bit to do so. “Bye, Love.”

With those words Peter gave her one last smile before turning and walking away from the mansion that would now be where his lost girl would be calling home. Before he could get to far away Y/n yelled out. “Hey Peter!” Pan turned around to acknowledge her. Wondering what she might be stopping him for. “I expect for you to come visit.” Y/n smiled at him giving him a knowing look.

Peter nodded, looking down letting out a puff of breath at the obvious reasons as to why she told him that. It was reassuring all the same. “I will, Love. You’ll have to come back and visit as well. We’ll all miss you.”

“Count on it.” She promised

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The End....

* Should I write a oneshot or a couple of them to belong to this series about the reader settling into StoryBrooke? Or going back to visit Neverland? Or Peter maybe some of the lost boys coming to visit the ready?

Separated - Jefferson Madhatter/ Peter Pan (3/6)

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Jefferson/Mad Hatter x daughter reader

Peter Pan x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 787

Summary: Y/n’s now been in Neverland for awhile. She feels as if Peter is getting to know her (slowly, not in detail), but she still knows pretty much nothing about him.

Authors Note: kinda a getting to know eachother and breaking down walls chapter.

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“Thought I’d find you here.” Peter smiled, approaching his girl as he had started calling her that not long after she arrived in Neverland.

“Yeah, well. You seem to be getting to know me pretty well.” Y/n sighed stressed from all her thoughts. She ran her hands through her hair trying to calm her mind.

Y/n had been stuck in Neverland for what felt like months for her. But in reality it had been a few years. Time pases differently in Neverland. 

Peter and Y/n had grown rather close in the time that has passed. You could even say they had become a couple. Peter had grown very fond of the Y/h/c haired girl. Any illwilled plan he originally had for her had gone out the window in the matter of a week. Once he got to know her little. Peter didn’t have it in his heart to tell her how much time, how many years it had actually been since she had been on his Island.

Y/n loved Neverland, it was beautiful. A lovely place but it wasn’t home. It wasn’t with the people she loved. Yes, she had grown to like the lost boys, and she had- something with Peter going on. BUt it wasn’t the same. An recently she had really been missing her dad.

“Now why does it sound like thats one sided.” Peter asked moving closer to her.

“You know a lot about me, Peter. But I don’t really know anything about you now do I?” Y/n glared up at him from her spot seated against the large tree. It was true Peter knew so much about her, but she still didn’t know practically anyting about him. Not about Peters life before they met. And that was his fault.

Peter sighed softly. So he lowered himself down to sit on the forest floor next to her. “What do you want to know?”

Y/n smiled letting out an airy laugh. “Everything. Anything.” she shrugged

“Come here, Love. I wanna show you something.” Peter stood up and hold his hand out to her. Hoping she would trust him to show her something with little to go on. Y/n reached out after a moment, what did she have to lose. Peter smiled and grabbed her tightly around the waist and they flew off to where he planned to show her. Cheer her up an tell her more about him, wither one really. “This place has the best view on the entire Island.”

Once Y/n felt her feet on solid ground again, she looked around. He had taken her to the highest peak/mountain in all of Neverland. The one he showed her had a mini waterfall behind some vines.

“Its beautiful” Y/n smiled taking in the view

“I come here to think. Here and my tree.” Peter admitted. She wanted to know more about him, this was a start.

“I can see why.” Y/n smiled glancing back to him.

“So, what do you want to know?” Peter asked with his arms wide open. A symbol of him being willing to answer anything she wanted to know.

They sat there for hours talking. Peter let Y/n ask anything and everything she wanted to. Y/n learned a lot more about Peter, and Peter was happy to let her.

Peter smiled letting out a happy sigh. Peter lookedat his last girl and bit his lip before asking something he’s been wondering for a while. “You’ve seemed down. Whats wrong, Love?”

Y/n took a deep breath at the question, she looked down to her lap where both their hands were intertwined. “I just… miss someone.”

Peter untwined one of his hands and brushed her hair behind her ear. “Darling, who do you miss? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Y/n smiled sadly she just couldn’t mange to put a happy smile on at the topic. “My father.”

“Oh” Peter nodded in acknowledgment

“Y/n” she sighed, turning her attention back down to their hands. “It’s just, I miss him a lot and I don’t know where he ended up in the curse. If he knows me? If he even remembers me. Or does he miss me?”

Peter pulled her into his lap, so she could cuddle up into him for comfort. “Oh Love, I’m sure he misses you.”

“He can’t miss me if he doesn’t remember me.” She whispered under he breath. Peter caught it. He caught it and he heard her voice break towards the end of her statement.

Peter held his girl in his arms on his lap. He needed to think of a way to ease her obvious emotional pain.

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Eye For An Eye - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 444

Summary: Being Peter’s lost girl the only thing he cares about and Rumple threatening your life.

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“Who are they?” Y/n asked standing next to Peter overlooking the odd group of adults arguing. Something told her in the back of her mind that she knew them. But she couldn’t place from where.

“No one to concern yourself with love.” Peter stated, pushing some strands of her hair back behind her ear. Peter smiled at how she nodded just believing him without a second thought. He had fogged her memories not long after they met, he didn’t want her to be against him. He wanted to keep her. “Why don’t you go check on the lost boys.”

“What about you?” Y/n asked tilting her head, looking at him with wide innocent eyes.

“I’ll be there soon, love.” He smiled back, his eyes twinkling which just mistified Y/n.

“Kay” she nodded giving him a kiss on the cheek before heading off to the lost boy’s campsite.

“You can show yourself Dark One.” Peter spoke as he turned around looking off to where he knew the Dark One was watching.

“Hello, Pan.” Rumple greeted with disgust.

“What do I owe this visit to?” Pan smirked holding his arms out, knowing it would annoy the dark one.

“You know why we’re all here, Pan.” he answered with a sneer. He was more than annoyed with the boy in front of him.

“Ah, yes you all want your precious Henry back. Hate to tell you he has something I need.” Peter shrugged his shoulder up in a careless manner. Peter needs the heart of the truest believer, and no one is gonna stop him.

“Not just Henery.” Rumple stated, hoping to find out more about Pan’s plan.

Peter nodded knowing who he meant. A certain Y/h/c-ed girl who was just with him. “Well, you and your buddies are going to be leaving empty handed.”

“I could just kill you and take them back with me. Or I could take your little lot girl, is that what you’re calling Y/n now? I could take her from you and force you to give us Henery?” Rumple played with Pan’s mind on purpose, trying to get Peter to slip up.

“If you so much as think about hurting her I won’t hesitate to kill your perfect little Belle.” Peter rushed up to him, threatening him. Eye for an eye, if he touched Y/n, he’d touch Belle.

Rumple narrowed his eyes but kept his composer. “Why’d you take Y/n to begin with? She has nothing to do with all this.”

“All in due time, Rumple.” Pan smirked before vanishing. Still leaving Rumple with no answers closer than when he first showed up.

Eye's On You - Peter Pan

Peter x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 373

Summary: Peter watching over you when you sleep because he’s worried about you.

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“Are you seriously still watching me sleep?” Y/n giggled raising her grows as she opened her eyes.

“You have a problem with it?” Pan asked looking down at her laying down form.

“No. You're just worrying me.” she shook her head staring at him with concern in her eyes.

“Why am I worrying you, love? I stare at you all the time.” Peter questioned, brushing back her hair from her face.

“Normally it’s with adoration or lust. This.” Y/n reached up to cup his cheek, biting her lip. “This is with concern. AN I’m not hurt so what’s troubling you?”

Peter sighed looking away but not enough for her hand to leave his cheek. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked sitting up a little more, wanting him to know she was indeed listening.

“It’s just a feeling. Like something’s coming.” Pan shook his head lightly. It had been bothering him for a week now, and he had been keeping it to himself. It felt good to talk about it.

“An you feel I’m going to get hurt when it does?” Y/n asked knowingly, his voice had cracked slightly she knew how much the prospect of her getting hurt bothered him.

Peter nodded ‘yes’ turning to look at her. “I won’t let anything harm you. You know that right?”

Tilting her head to the side giving him a half smile. “Peter, I’m not the one that’s worried here.”

“It’s just a feeling. It’s probably nothing.” Peter shrugged but it convinced no one, at least not Y/n. She knew him to well. It had been on his mind to long for it to not still be bothering him.

“When you get these feelings it ends up being something.” Y/n stated, knowing it wasn’t helpful advice but it was the truth.

“Not helping.” Peter rolled his head to the side looking at her with an unimpressed look.

“I know I’m not easing your mind, but whatever you're feeling if it does happen. Then we’ll deal with it. We always do. Peter Pan never fails.” Y/n stated smirking as she climbed onto his lap to straddle him. They always beat the odds and they’d do it again.

Threats - Peter Pan

Peter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nothing really

Word count: 411

Summary: Peter getting angry when someone threatens you infront of him.

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“Peter!” Y/n yells out as she’s grabbed by the Evil Queen with a ball of magic near her face.

“Regina.” MarryMargret worried for the young girl currently being held in Regina's tight hold with a magic ball of purple flames near her face.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Peter growled with narrowed eyes once he turned towards where his lost girl called for him in distress.

“Give us back Henry and I won’t hurt your little lost girl.” Regina bargained.

“Regina, we don't need to threaten anyone.” Emma spoke up telling Regina, looking at the young girl a couple years older than their Henery.

“I agree Lass. Not a good idea. Especially not a good idea to threaten her specifically.” Hook stepped forward gesturing with his hook to the girl in Regina’s grip.

“And why’s that Pirate?” Regina rolled her eyes at all the pleading to let the Y/h/c-ed girl go.

“She’s not just a lost girl. She’s Pan’s lost girl.” Hook stated to the Evil Queen.

“No duh.” Regina scoffed.

“What KIllian means is she is mine. Let go of her. Now.” Peter walks closer getting increasingly more angry every minute Y/n was still being held against her will.

“Or what?” Regina gripped Y/n tighter, testing Pan’s limits and to see if he’s bluffing.

“You’ll regret it.” Peter grumbled with a really dark look on his face. “Don’t forget this is my island and your son’s life is in my hands. What do you think I’ll do if you hurt my Y/n?”

“Regina” MaryMargaret pleads for her to let the girl go, trying to sound more stern. Not wanting to have Peter hurt Henery in any way as retaliation.

“Let her go.” David added with worried eyes for them, Henry, and Y/n. KNowing what Regina is capable of, they were all worried for Y/n.

Regina sighed and loosened her grip on Y/n and the second Peter noticed he grabbed his lost girl and pulled her into him.

“Don’t lay a finger on her again.” Peter practically snarled at the StoryBrooke gang and he checked Y/n over for injuries. Before giving the signal for them all to retreat.

“Thank you.” Y/n turned around to look back at Emma, Hook, David and MaryMargret with an innocent smile.

Peter smiled at her manners, that's his Y/n. And it was entertaining to see their shocked faces at her thanks.

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One & Only - Peter Pan

Peter Pan x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,781

Requested:Can I request a Peter Pan OUAT imagine? Reader has been the only girl on the island for a while and is very cold to her the moment she sees her. She goes ballistic in the middle of the camp when she sees Pan kiss Wendy on the beach or something. A few of the lost boys try to calm Y/N down before she hucks a drinking glass at a tree and yells, "THAT STUPID FUCKING BLONDE BITCH!!" And runs to her treehouse. Felix knows about her feelings for Pan but swore he'd never tell anyone. When Pan gets back he can hear Y/N crying in her treehouse and goes "Which one of you did it?!" Not realizing that it was him because he didn't know she was anywhere on the beach. - @anon

Authors Note: Thank you for requesting! I did change some things minorly but not much. I enjoyed writing for Once Upon A Time again. Especially for Peter Pan.

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“Y/n” Felix greeted as the y/h/c-ed girl walked over to him.

“Felix.” Y/n smiled, greeting back the tall boy. Y/n nodds towards the new boys. “How are they doing?”

“Not bad for newbies.” Felix shrugged his shoulders. Y/n and Felix were just 2 of the ones that helped train, but not always.

“Maybe we’ll have to toughen the training.” Y/n scanned the group of new lost boys.

“I believe you're right.” Felix agreed as he noticed a few mistakes the boys were making that he was sure she did as well.

“Have you seen Pan?” Y/n asked, looking around and not seeing the boy in green anywhere.

Felix shakes his head with squinted eyes. “Not since earlier. Have you tried his thinking tree?”

Y/n shook her head ‘no’ and let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, he wasn’t there.”

Felix nudged her before saying. “He’ll come around sooner or later.”

Felix knew Y/n has had feelings for Peter for a long time. But he’d never say anything unless they were alone, because even though some of the lost boys were pretty sure Y/n and Peter had mutual feelings for eachother it wasn’t their place to say.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded looking around making sure there wasn’t anything for her to do before telling Felix. “I’m gonna go down to the beach, I’ll be back later.”

Felix nodded watching her as she left knowing that the beach was her thinking place. Before turning his attention back on the boys.

So Y/n went walking her normal route down to the beach. When she got to where the trees end right before the beach Y/n stopped. She saw Peter standing there on the beach, but he wasn’t alone. He was with Wendy Darling. A girl that the shadow brought but she wasn’t lost, she didn’t belong on Neverland.

But what really shocked her was what happened next. Peter pulled Wendy into a heated kiss. Y/n instantly reached up to cover her mouth, out of shock and to keep her gasp from being heard. Y/n had to turn around and she ran back to camp not wanting to watch it any longer. As she ran back to camp Y/n could feel tears welling up but she wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet.

Once she got back to camp she picked up and threw a drinking glass that was nearby against a tree. Watching it shatter. The lost boys noticed her distress, so two of the older ones, Felix and Devin went over to Y/n. Being two that are very close to the lost girl.

“Hey. hey Y/n.” Felix reached out to her laying a hand on her shoulder guiding her to the edge of camp so no one could eavesdrop. “Hey, what happened?” he asked with worried eyes.

Y/n shook her head not wanting to look at them and possibly break in front of them.

“Y/n please. Tell us what happened?” Devan pleaded, not liking to see her this way. Like she was gonna either murder someone or break down crying.

Y/n could barely even glance at them. So Felix tried again.

“Y/n/n.” Felix called her name again and this time get’s her attention. Once Y/n finally looked at him he asked her. “What happened?”

“I went down to the beach, and I saw him kissing that little Darling bitch!” Y/n told them with a low angry voice. But Felix and Devan could tell she was more hurt than angry.

“He what?” Devan asked with raised brows in shock, looking towards Felix. The two thought Peter liked Y/n.

“He was kissing that bitch.” she repeated herself, this time though her words sink into her own mind and Y/n can’t help it when a tear falls.

The boys look at her with sympathy.

“Why don’t you go get some rest.” Felix wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her into his side. Trying his best to provide her with comfort. 

“Yeah” Y/n sighed defeated, before heading back to her own treehouse. The boys watched her walk off sadly.

Hours later Peter showed back up at camp after leaving Wendy back in her cage. He looked around and saw someone was missing.

“Where’s Y/n?” Pan asked after looking around the camp and he did not see her.

“Her treehouse.” Devan spoke up after silence was all Pan was met with. Obviously no one wanted to be the one to tell him about the day's events and only two knew the reason.

Once Peter nodded and left off to go see his lost girl Felix scoffed, pissed off.

“I wouldn’t have even gave him that much.” Felix grumbled pissed off at how his leader hurt his friend.

As Peter Pan got closer to Y/n’s very own treehouse he heard her crying. It made him stop in his tracks, and the longer he heard her cry the more enraged Pan got. So he headed back to the campsite.

“Which one of you did it?” Pan growled with anger in his eyes looking at every single lost boy.

“Did what?” Devan questioned why they were suddenly getting a look that could kill.

“Who made Y/n cry?” Peter elaborated with narrowed eyes.

“It wasn’t any of us.” Felix scoffed with his back facing Peter.

“What?” He raised a brow at his second in command.

Felix turned to face Pan with his own set of narrowed eyes. “It wasn’t any of us that made our lost girl cry. You did.”

Pan furrowed his brow in confusion. “I did?”

Felix wanted to speak his mind but also knew now wasn’t the time. “Have you forgotten that Neverland only has one lost girl?”

“Of course I haven’t.” Peter gave him an observed look. How could he possibly forget that.

“Well you could’ve fooled all of us, with how much time you’ve been spending with Wendy. You know the girl that doesn’t belong here!” Felix stood up to give Pan a piece of his mind, not all but a piece. He was pissed that Peter had been neglecting their lost girl in favor of a girl that shouldn’t even be on Neverland.

The two stood there for a few minutes as Felix watched Peter realize his mistakes and left to go console his lost girl. Felix sat down again and muttered under his breath. “I’d grovel if I were you.” Felix’s anger wasn’t going away anytime soon. Even if Y/n forgave him.

Once Peter reached the treehouse he could hear that Y/n’s sobs had died down so he approached the door.

“Y/n.” Peter called out after knocking. “Can I come in?”

There was a silent sound of a mumbled ‘yeah’ once he heard that Peter entered.

“Why are you asking? Isn’t it your island, you can do what you want?” Y/n said with a roll of her eyes from where she sat on her bed.

“It’s called respecting your privacy.” Pan says as he leaned to the side to see her face and he noted the tear stains on her cheeks.

“That's a new one.” She scoffed. Normally he just entered when he pleased.

“Please.” Peter said it in hopes of getting her to look at him.

“What do you want?” Y/n said, finally turning her head to look at Peter.

“I want to apologize.” Peter could now see clearly the tear tracks on her cheeks and her eyes were also red from crying.

“For what?” Her voice almost sounded like a whimper to Peter’s ears.

“For ignoring you and being to busy to give you my attention as of late. I’m sorry for neglecting you.” Peter aplogized as he moved into the space further and sat next to her.

“That's nice and apology expected.” Y/n gave him a small smile and a nod.

Peter smiled, letting out a relieved breath. “Good. I hated hearing you cry.”

“That’s not why I was crying.” Y/n looked back down at her hands in her lap, when she noticed he was looking at her confused Y/n let out an awkward laugh. “Don’t get me wrong it was part of it but not what set it off.”

Now he was concerned again. What hurt his lost girl? “What made you cry? What set it off?”

“Do you still love me?” Y/n asked meekly, honestly scared of his answer. Yes they told each other they love each other but they never put a label on what they were.

“Of course! You’re mine. You're my lost girl, my Y/n. Why would you ask that?” How could she think he didn’t love her anymore? How could she think he’d stop?

“If you feel that way then why were you kissing Wendy?” Y/n looked at him with wide teary eyes.

“What?” Pan furrowed his brow, caught off guard.

“I saw you. On the beach.” She mumbled looking back down to her lap once again. Y/n felt embarrassed at catching him and telling him about it.

“Love, it’s not like that. It’s the farest thing from love between me and Wendy.” Peter moved to kneel in front of her grabbing her hands in his tilting her chin up to look at him after a moment.

“Pirates were not far off the coast, my guess trying to spy. They're always looking for a weakness. I can’t have them try to hurt you.” Peter moved his hand from under her chin to cup her cheek before he continued to explain. “I wanted them to think I care about Wendy. If they try something I’d rather they think she’s the one with a place in my heart not you. Wendy’s expendable. You're not.”

“You’ve just been spending all your time with her since she got here.” She didn’t want to seem needy but she went from having Peter all to herself all the time to not even seeing him every couple days, sometimes not even talking.

“I need her and her brothers to do my bidding. That's all.” Peter tell’s her, brushing her hair back and scooted closer. “I’m sorry that I’ve neglected you. I promise that’ll change from this moment forward.”

“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a sad but hopefully smile.

“Hey, Peter Pan never fails.” Peter stated as he got up off the floor and sits back on her bed and lifted Y/n up and onto his lap.

“I hope it continues to stay that way.” Y/n smiled nuzzling into him extremely tired from crying and the emotional stress.

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oh dear peter. louis partridge x reader

summary 📣: in which reader is a mermaid and louis is a foolish boy called “peter pan”

warning/s 🚫: swearing, my lack of mermaid knowledge, a short-short little story with no romance

slater’s note 🗯: i’ve been listening to pirate/mermaid inspired playlists on youtube and i wanted to make a peter pan story so here you go

“you never visit me anymore, peter.”

you gazed up at the young boy who was laid down against the tall rocks from above, his bare back pressed against burning stones while his arms were shoved behind his head.

“a boy has so much to do on this island, y/n,” he didn’t look down to you, “i got things to do and only have so much time for play.”

you rolled your eyes, dramatically flopping down against the rock you were propped up on.

all he did was play and tease the foolish pirate that was floated out all the way on the other side of the island. never work, and even if there was any, he would make his little lost boys do it for him.

“peter,” you whined, rolling onto your side, “you used to have all the time in the world for me... now all you do is fool with that silly pirate with a hook for hand.”

he stayed silent and you almost wondered if he heard you. you assumed he was only ignoring you. peter could never really ever deal with confrontation and either decided to ignore it or tell a silly story.

“i went to neverpeak mountain with a quart of pixie dust the other day and you’ll never guess what i saw here near the lagoon,” he was going with the silly story, a smile running up on his face as his back arched a little, “millions of neverbirds swooping around and picking down on something and you’ll never guess what it was.”

“what, peter pan?” you hummed, your lips pressed into a thin line as you begun to slowly play into his amusement.

“it was a pirate!” he called in a loudness as if rejoicing, his arms swooping up in the air, “they were eating him away, can you believe it, y/n? i wonder how he got all the way out here...”

he voice drew out slowly and lowly as he begun to wonder again like the first time he spotted the bloody and highly unusual boned man that was flat against a rock.

peter could still remember the loud but light and distant screams the resonated throughout the cove. it made him curious as he squinted before flying towards the messy scene.

“i remember that,” you mumbled, “nixie was the one who lured the man out.”

“she’s crazy for it,” he shook his head, tsking before he sat up properly, “but all you fish do silly things when you get lonely.”

you swung yourself up quickly, scowling up at him but he paid no attention to you, a plain smile on his face as he watched the sun begin to set.

“i’ve got to go little fin,” he stood crossing his arms before looking down to you, “i’ll see you when the sun reaches east and the cove begins to sink... maybe i’ll bring a lost boy or two.”

he nodded in fulfillment before flying off into the purple sky. you watched before shaking your head, you knew he was lying, you knew it, he knew it. he wouldn’t be back for at least a couple of months, or however long that was in neverland time, but he wouldn’t be back for awhile.

and when he did, it wouldn’t be for long, but he’d be there and maybe that time he’d kiss you like the first time you met his pretty boyish face.

“goddamn fairy boy.”

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pairings: louis partridge x named!reader

part one of n/a parts.

about. head boy and girl gets deemed and you’re just about out of your mind

prologue, one

warning/s. drugs, swearing, and fire

ricky rocks. n/a

the morning air broke in clouded breaths as louis stepped out in the private courtyard, the cold eating away at his skin while he still only wore his blue stripped pajama pants and the tight white tee shirt he wore every night.

it was nice to breathe like that, the cold air traveling down your throat, the feeling of pins and needles forming right where his adam's apple was, almost as if he was suffocating, causing a sharp inhale.

it was things like that that made louis feel alive, pain in breathing. pain in living.

"top of the morning to ya," the sound of an english accent from a young female voice caused him to pause in his breathing exercises, but relax once more upon realizing the voice resonated from enya, well presented in her uniform that was ironed for once.

he allowed his shoulders to relax before studying her better with an arched brow, taking a second glance. his eyebrows fully furrowed as he watched her search through her pockets for something, her hair swooping close to the side of her face in an escape from behind her ear.

she looked clean, he didn't mean shower clean, but presentable-going-all-out clean. like he had analyzed before, her plaid skirt, blouse, and navy blue blazer seemed to be nicely ironed, not a wrinkle in sight. something very unusual due to enya usually only picking out an outfit from her dorm floor out of rush from waking up late every morning.

and another thing, she was actually wearing her blazer, which was something she never did no matter how cold days got. she liked flaunting the thin white fabric dress shirt that made it easy to see underneath. it filled her ego like a balloon, she liked when people stared. so wearing something that covered that all up was very strange for enya.

"early morning cig?" she held a cigarette up in the air with her eyebrows raised and he hesitantly took it with the one hand that wasn’t stuffed in his pajama pants. confusion still stained his face while he soon leaned forward, allowing her to light it between his chapped lips.

"why do you look nice?" he mumbled, the stick of paper slightly muffling his speech.

"they initiate top girl today," she stuffed her lighter back into her skirt pocket, replying plainly as if expecting that question.

"and you think you're gonna get chosen?" louis rose his eyebrow, internally laughing a bit at the thought, to which she scowls at him and his smirk.

"no, genius, they already picked someone," she gives him a 'duh' look, with her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes glaring at him as he continued to keep an amused expression, "i'm just a candle holder."

"a candle holder?"

louis had never heard of such a thing in his life.

"yeah... you'll be there," she dumbfounds, waving him and the traveling smoke escaping past his lips off. she frowned as she did so and he knew it was because she so desperately wanted to smoke but probably didn’t want the smell to seep into her clothes anymore than it already was. "top boy should be getting introduced and initiated as well."

"yeah, well i haven't heard," he dips his head suddenly in irritation, scratching the back of his neck as the nervous tick he had kicked in, thinking of the letter he had received about a week ago addressing the topic of.. top boy.

it made enya narrow her brows to his odd tone of voice, watching and waiting for him to look back up at her. and when he does, his eyes are squinting and avoiding hers.

"no way," she inhaled sharply, a grin consuming her face once in dawned upon her. "no fucking way!" he already cringed at the sound of the excitement and tease already twined into her voice, "you're top boy aren't you?"

the seconds of silence was already enough of an answer, but she wanted him to say it.

"something like that..."

"no way!" her faced scrunched and she raised an accusing finger, “you are such a dork!”

“shut up, candle holder,” he spat, his shoulder dipping low against the brick building. “it’s not like i chose this oh-so-honoring role.”

“whatever man,” she smiled harder, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she seemed to stare at him with a more taunting gaze, “you’re still top boy.”

he rolled his eyes.

“what’s all this ruckus?”

both their heads raised to a slouched finn who had his hands stuffed in his christmas pajama pants. he was an off putting sight for six in the morning with his large cardigan draped over his shoulders and darkened eyes filled to the brim of stress and longing of sleep ruined by his frantic roommate, josh.

finn almost swore sleep still filled his mind as he did a double take on enya, a frown quickly etching into his face as he almost raises his hand to express his confusion, “you look weird.” he takes a moment to ponder whether or not to read deeper into it, and decided yes, “the fuck is on your face?” his head tilts and leans closer to her own complexion while taking note to the gleaming product on her lips that made them look puffier and more.. obvious. something he concludes as clear lip gloss. “weirdo,” he steps away and continues his trail next to louis.

enya frowns, glaring at louis who raises his hand to rub his mouth, attempting to cover the smile on his face, but failed as a sound of stifled laughter seeped past his lips, “they’re crowning head girl and head boy today.”

finn doesn’t seem to be listening as he’s lighting his own cigarette before mumbling, “that shits today?” he drops his lighter in his cardigan pocket before taking a long drag, “you the understudy or something, enya, in case she doesn’t show?”

“oh for god sake,” she rolled her eyes with an exasperated huff, “i’ll see you guys later,” she turns as they nod her off before suddenly pausing, a snide smile filling her cheeks, "i'll see you up there partner," she flicks her wrist to louis, lightly hitting his chest before walking away with a grin still on her face.

“what’s she on about?” finn narrowed his brows while continuing to puff on his cigarette. louis could only shrugged, looking to his feet before back up to finn.

“she probably inhaled fumes while ironing her uniform today.”

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the moment you woke up your hand took ahold of your lighter out of instinct, squinting as bright light that consumed your body like a blanket and practically ate away at your eyes.

“chicago,” odessa gripped your dorm room door open, a frown on her face as she drunk in your ratty hair and wrinkled and loosely worn clothes from the day before. her chest tightened and she felt like shit as she asked a question the answer was so clear to, “did you forget?”

you rubbed your eyes from sleep, squinting up at the disoriented looking girl without much of a thought as to why she looked like that, “what?”

“top girl initiation, dumbass,” she walked deeper into your room, marching to the closet where she pulled out a pre-ironed shirt and blazer, practically throwing them your way while walking to your dresser in search of a skirt. “while you were getting high yesterday, they were going through a rundown on all the jobs. and because you weren’t there,” odessa huffs before throwing a skirt at you as you stripped from your day old uniform and shimmied into the clean, “you were deemed candler holder.”

“what, was i not pretty enough to be deemed ‘top girl’?” you stifled a laugh as you stretched your arm into the blue blazer slowly out of the soar bones screaming through your movement.

“you aren’t sober enough,” odessa almost whispers sadly before chucking a tie your way, then marching for the door. “get your shit together and then go to the main hall. you’re already late.”

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louis’ mind eased in and out of tension as father george spoke that morning sermon. his voice was low and it made louis feel sick to stomach at how unnerving it wavered throughout the main hall with a slight echo. he estimated he had another two minutes before he’d rip his head off.

being deemed top boy was the stupidest thing louis had ever heard of, especially in front of his airhead friends who all just ate away at this sort of thing. not because it was an honor, but because it was relatively.. embarrassing and really excessive.

him being anxious did not go unnoticed, especially when he couldn’t sit still; bumping his knee up and down, adjusting and readjusting his placement on the hard pews, fiddling the buttons of his dress shirt- it was obvious, especially to josh ovalle who was all too familiar with anxiety.

his elbow shot against louis’ ribs, making him almost jump. josh tried his best to be subtle about it; sneaking his hand into his dress pants before bringing it back into view between him and louis, to reveal two white tablets that louis very well knew were painkillers.

he wasn’t one for taking drugs, especially unprescribed and heavily influential drugs. he wasn’t about that even though half his friend group did just for the hell of it.

it was something josh never understood, especially since louis was as depressed as they got. with shit parents, shit luck, and a shit gene system of inherited disorders, he was bound to fuck himself up and over, but he never really did. it was something he always tried to prevent, never wanting to end up exactly like his shit father.

that’s why he was hesitant before actually taking ahold of the two white tablets and popping them in his mouth quickly, dry swallowing them as fast as he could in hopes relief would consumes him sooner rather than later.

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it took you a lot longer to get to the main hall than odessa anticipated.

you had to have taken ten minutes more than she had originally expected, staggering in with a cough causing eyes to hit you the moment you had fully appeared, swinging through those old pine doors, looking absolutely awful.

eyes red, high out of your mind. clothes disoriented and broken out of there ironed perfection. sweat needling in your hairline as you got a look at the attention put on you.

“are you high?” odessa whispered the best she could once you sat down next to her.

“yeah,” you didn’t even try to hide it as you pressed your lips into a thin line, suppressing a grin full of.. whatever it was that you felt.

she inhaled sharply, shaking her head, not even mumbling a single thing that flew through her mind, because it was exhausting being friends with you; risking everything, including your life 24/7 just for a high that didn’t last long enough, leaving you for your own humiliation.

your high was ruined and you only found yourself zoning out before being shoved onto the low mantled stage with a large gold metal painted staff placed in your hand where a candle sat atop, ready to be lit. you stood from one end of the stage where the newly top girl would soon stand in front of you. across from you. enya, someone you just barely knew, stood with the same staff and posture you had, the only thing was, she looked more presentable.

you grumbled before turning to face the very large crowd of your fellow classmates. some holding blank stares, some seeming anxious as father george continued to speak, bragging on about the high qualities of the next top girl and why she was chosen.

it made you rolled your eyes as you slightly tipped your head back, also becoming anxious and bored, thinking that nothing sounded so great about this next top girl. all the things he listed off seemed like easy qualities to fill, so easy you could probably fill them.

probably not though.

but it didn’t help that the person revealed to be deemed top girl was stacey golifolk with her shiny curled blonde hair and sharp facial structure. it made you roll your eyes, tapping your foot as you glanced at enya who held a similar unimpressed gaze.

the girl smiled with what you could guess was fake joy as she held her hands to her chest, seeming flattered as she made her way up to the stage, waving to no one in particular before reaching eyes with you, suddenly almost scowling before forcing the smile back on and opening her arms, as if to hug you. 

“and you thought it’d be you.”

you weren’t sure if you imagined it. you probably did as she seemed completely unbothered pulling away to claim her crown, but your chest still tightened and you couldn’t help but have kindergarten flashbacks when you were pushed in the mud by someone just like stacey golifolk. it made your mind swarm with hate, making your grip on the candle staff tighten.

you hated her.

that’s why you lit her on fire.

after a cheesy cape was wrapped around her shoulders and crown was placed on her big dumb blonde head, the stage was made hers and she begun to give her miss america speech. she almost finished it too if it weren’t for you slowly lowering the gold staff onto the red cape, allowing it to catch fire.

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cherry pie.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

summary. reader never would have thought about getting high until she seems to have lost all her morals in one night with a boy she had never met before.

warnings. swearing, underage drinking and smoking

ricky rocks. YALL PLEASEEE bare with me. you can probably tell this is an older story because of the format, but just disregard the first half, i know it’s the lower end of my writing. it kinda gets better 😬 (edit: this story is so mid, i’m just trying to clear my drafts)

the room danced with colors, so many colors and shades you seemed to have never seen before. unfamiliar with their cause and purpose, unsure why you couldn’t touch them; it frightened you with the way they moved around, the way they twirled around your head like little ballerinas.

you swallowed, dropping your head back against the grungy brown couch sat in the corner of one of the back rooms of connor’s house, a boy you found yourself calling on day after day for the past two months for fun, and by fun you meant sex.

but tonight, you hadn’t seen the boy for what you could count as hours. there were other things on his mind rather than a high off their ass you. other pretty girls with less clothing on their bodies and longer hair that was paid more attention to than your own.

you couldn’t care less at that point in time as you felt so deep in a haze, nothing could pull your attention. nothing, until the seat next to you sunk in from the pressure of bodyweight and another high body, seeing the same things you were seeing, feeling the same things you were feeling. 

he just had it more under control. 

“you going to stare at the ceiling all day, love?”

you rolled your head to meet the eyes of a crazed blonde with matching brown eyes. delight swirled in his irises while he looked at you with also dazed eyes, almost ceased shut from swelling of the high. you looked amazed right back at him despite sober you would have been disturbed, never seeing a person so out of their mind.

“who are you?” you stared at him, shocked. 

“your new boyfriend,” he wiggled his eyebrows, jumping and readjusting himself up against you, his arm now slinging up and over you shoulders. a new kind of energy swelling through his chest, “i say we go on a date.”

he stared in front of him focused full hearty, as if visualizing something at that moment. you squinted, looking to where he was looking as if trying to see what he was seeing, but not enough weed could put you on his level. 

“i say, we leave right now, get some pie, maybe some coke. whatever you like sweetheart, i’ll give it to ya.” “I think your sweetheart wants some space, jake,” your eyes looked from the boy who sat next to you, jake, to the boy who now stood before the two of you, an unimpressed look on his face. his arm reached out to jake, practically yanking him from your side. “alright pal, let’s go for a walk.”

you watched jake stumble into him, “but louis, she’s pretty.”

louis glanced back over his shoulder as he begun to pull jake away from the couch and toward the door, now really coming to your attention. his eyes raked you up and down before smirking a little bit, nodding to himself, “sure man, she is.” 

he begun to walk away with jake wrapped around his shoulder before you got up fast almost tripping over your feet, not wanting them to go, “wait, i want a pie.” 

he looked back at you and your disoriented self. your shoulders were slung low, making you smaller than you actually were. your hair was all staticky, hanging above your head like a crown, and your eyes; dilated and filled with innocence.

he smirked, looking you up one more time before nodding you over, cuing you to follow after him, his arm still holding jake to his toes.

the boy’s car was blue. louis’ car was blue. it was one of those old, nice, restored cars that must have been worth thousands. the interior had light brown leather seating that made noise every time you shifted and readjusted yourself due to the old springs lying beneath. it made you giggle as you sat next to him in the front seat, jake lying in the back due to him not being just high, but rather cross faded. louis had apparently found him completely plastered out of his mind once he had first arrived at the party, leading him to hand jake a blunt to finalize his out-this-world experience. it wasn’t smart, but it kept louis entertained to say the least.

louis had glanced at you multiple times as he drove through the silent streets. he seemed eager or maybe even a little irritated as he watched you bounce around, lacking the ability to sit still as your eyes darted everywhere, from street lights to stop signs to anything that’d fully occupied your vision.

“have you ever been high before?” he asked, stopped at a stop light with red lights shading upon both your faces.

“nope,” your eyes wandered across the ceiling of his car. you ran your fingers along the soft carpeted interior—strange, but very stimulating and soft—making you feel all fuzzy inside of satisfaction. “louis, i love you car.”

he chuckles lowly, directing his eyes back to the road, “a lot of people do,” his lips were turned upwards into a slight smirk. it made the fuzzy feeling in your stomach turn warm as there was something very satisfying about just the way he looked. “we’re here.”

your eyes flick to the front of you where your visions bursts with neon lights beaming from the large “diner” sign pinned against the small vintage looking building. you're quick to slip out of the car to the euphoric sight.

“y/n!"

you stopped in your tracks at the sound of your name, glancing over your shoulder where your eyes immediately find a group of boys congregating together with one single boy appointed to attention to you. 

louis. 

"hold on. give me a minute, guys," you watch louis from five feet away, brush his friends off despite the yearning looks of amusement on all of their faces, looking between the both of you. he’s far from bothered or just doesn’t notice; brushing them off before meeting you to where you stood.

it was a wednesday after school. the sweet sound of louis’ voice and sight of his captivating face was the last thing you thought you’d come across. it must’ve been a mutual feeling with the way he looked you up and down, all winded looking. 

"you're a hard person to find."

"you've been looking for me?"

"of course," he has a cigarette in his mouth.

"I almost didn't think you were real."

"of course i'm real, sweetheart," he grins harder at you. "that fucked up, were you?"

you snort. if not being able to remember half of what took place that night counted for being fucked up, you took the trophy.

"well, alright. i'll take that as you had a pretty good night."

"one of the best."

“good,” he grins, “that’s a rare occasion for girls like you.”

“girls like me?” you scoff, arching a brow. his sentence could easily be something taken for offence, but the lighthearted tone to his voice only proved he was looking to mess with you. 

“yes,” he laughs with you. “usually drinking is the only thing you’d catch a teenage girl doing for non-sober purposes.” 

you nod, agreeing, because he wasn’t wrong, “i’ve had a fair amount of experience with alcohol and let me just say, i’ll be steering clear of that for a while.” 

“ah,” he tips forward on his feet in amusement. “i could’ve guessed you’re a wild one with your liquor, y/l/n. make some questionable choices.” 

you feel your face heat up in thought, “i won’t say you’re wrong.” 

louis lets out a small huff of laughter, before pausing all movement. he stares at you for a moment with narrow brows, as if trying his best to read you, “you ever wanna smoke with me, just let me know, alright?” he patted your back before suddenly walking past and away from you. your back was to him now but you could hear pat pat pat of his feet in the grass.

you frown, your eyes finding the cracks of the sidewalk as you think of how brief and unusual that was. you feel a large hole in your chest of unfulfillment. 

“louis, wait,” you shifted around rather quickly as a reality hit you, but you didn’t make any moves to chase after him. he turned as well as if waiting for it. “you uh, you didn’t tell connor i was with you guys, did you?”

yikes.

that’s not what he wanted to hear. 

louis pinched the bud of his cigarette, nodding to himself, thinking contently to his answer before exhaling, a thick cloud of white swirling out into the air before your eyes. you feel dazed, still high from the days before, filled with such naïve joy and lost thoughts of things you couldn’t remember now.

he threw his cigarette on the ground, eyes meeting yours again, only they were hard now and filled with no light heartedness like all times before. and his voice wasn’t soft or full of amusement either but dry as he stared you dead in the eyes, “why, he your boyfriend?”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes not meeting his for a while until after you thought about your answer. and it was an easy answer, no, but it was never something you’d ever consider a question. 

“no, no he’s not.”

“you sure about that?”

“not my type,” you smile slightly, examining louis’ pale cheekbones and facial features, the cold of the weather turning his complexion slowly red. your eyes drag to reach his red chapped lips.

him, he was your type. 

“enough of your type for you to fuck him,” he gave you a pointed look as if he had caught you in the act of something, and almost immediately your cheeks burned, like you were caught for something you knew you shouldn’t have been doing. 

you didn't understand why or how he knew. louis was someone you didn't know at all and what you and connor did was something you didn't tell anyone.

"you're surprised?"

"yes."

"why do you care what he knows, let alone fuck him?" he doesn't say anything more on how he knows like you hoped he would. "if he's not your type?"

you bite into your bottom lip, wincing because you didn't know the answer to it, "I don't."

"but you do," he slightly smiles but it's only out of annoyance as his voice catches up to cut you off on your lie. "I think you do, y/n. and you just don't want him to know we kissed."

"your mouth tastes like cherry."

"so does yours."

fuck.

"no, louis..." you wince, immediately regretting stopping him. "that's not what I meant. he doesn't mean anything to me."

he scoffs, "funny."

he doesn't believe you. not even close.

"you know he has label on you."

"a what?" you frown immediately, taking a step forward out of instinct.

“i’m a fool to think you’d ever stop liking him,” he holds his face, running his fingers along the sharp lines of his jawbone as he thinks about his idiotic hope that’d you so fastly fall for him as you did with connor. “foolish to think you’d drop him over one night.”

you’re even more confused now, “it was one night, louis.”

“you act like there isn’t the possibility that i’ve known you even before that night, y/n,” he has a smile that comes on his face but it isn’t something genuine. it’s annoyed. “your jerkoff of a boyfriend isn’t as secretive about you as you think.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

he scoffs, “you keep saying that.”

“because it’s true.”

“do you know what he says about you?”

“obviously not, louis,” four steps forward, four steps closer. “you keep speaking of ‘labels’ and whatever, but why don’t you just say it. what does he say about me that is so crazy?”

he didn’t expect the sudden brief and assertiveness you pull with your movement and words. it knocks him into a slight revelation as all he can do is stare at you and breathing, memorizing this side of you. 

“did he say i was a whore?” that was the only possible thing that you could think of at that moment that could be so bad. “he tell you i was a slut?”

it’s silent. you watch him think and the way he unintentionally avoids your hard stare with the thought process.

“ask him yourself.”

**

“has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes.”

you feel your face burn upon the comment. everything in your body felt as if was about to burst upon the simple company of louis. even though it had to of been hours since connor’s house, and the diner, and even dropping jake off at his own home, you still felt out of your mind in the best way possible. all of your sense were still high, but your vision was fuzzy and you felt lag in your movement.

how were you still high?

“you have,” you felt yourself giggle, to which he smiles with a tip of his head, watching you.

“cute,” his fingers rubbed against his mouth in thought before reaching to you. you felt yourself inhale sharply at his sudden movement and hold your breath once they reached their destination; raking through your hair. “how does he do that to you?”

“what?”

“nothing,” he shook his head, still twisting his fingers through soft strands of your hair. you feel yourself relax, watching him and the way he seemed so focused on just you. “you’re just very pretty, y/n.”

you feel your eyes slightly widen, but his face doesn’t shift at all. he’s calm, while you feel your entire body burst once more into heat. you’re itching to move, you can’t just sit still in that burning warmth beneath his stare. you feel yourself move, leaning forward on your knees so your lips meet louis’.

louis smiles against the pressure of your lips against his--he almost forgets to kiss you back because of it. 

almost. 

his hands rack up and down the front of your body, lightly pressing into the hold he had around your rib cage, as if willing to crush you beneath his grasp as long as that meant you wouldn’t leave. this contact isn’t enough even for you. you want to feel him all over and the heavy hands holding your body isn’t enough. 

you’re on his lap now, one of your hands holding the top of his shoulder while the other claps his cheek. louis feels as if his own body is about to burst beneath you... this is all he has wanted, for a while, and now that he’s got it, he feels it’ll destroy him. you’re ignorant to his feelings, but you feel just as feverish with your heart thump-thumping within your chest, as if speaking to his. 

“your mouth tastes like cherry,” your chest is heaving up and down as you pull away, your wide stare boring into his own eyes with something of delirium. 

he’s smiling wide, tipping his head back against his seat to see your face better, “so does yours.” 

now you smile, “i like you louis.”

he almost groans, rolling his head side to side at the sound of those precious words, “you’re killing me,” he pulls the sentence straight out of his mouth like it was sarcastic, but he meant it, “say it again,” he wanted it. 

“i like you,” you repeat, this time his hand is on your cheek. “please kiss me.” 

oh, jeez. 

he stares, breathless, “okay.” 

***

it was a week after your fallout with louis and you couldn’t think about anything other than that. you felt a sudden emptiness and need for something that you barely even had; louis. 

every little micro interaction you had with him ran through your mind like a record, over and over till you felt you were going to throw yourself off a cliff. and it wasn’t just the connor comment--which was something you really, really couldn’t stop thinking about--but the seemingly quick liking he had taken to you. 

it had caught you off guard, but the more you thought about it, the more curious you became as to the whole thing; which was what led you here; connor’s house, on a friday night where he was once again throwing. 

“what have you been saying about me?” you stood in front of him, connor, your vision narrowed as you stared at him, examining him as if his whole existence was strange. 

“what?” his confusion was genuine as this question was rather abrupt and you made no attempt to make introductions. 

“you know louis partridge?” 

connor looks between you and the people he currently stood with, confusion still reeking his features, “yes..?”

“what have you been telling him about me?”

“you want to talk about this somewhere else?” 

“i want a straight answer,” you feel his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you away from his crowd without an answer from you. 

“which i can give you if you weren’t so vague... why are you talking to partridge?” 

“you got a problem?”

the two of you are stopped in front of a boy; jake. 

“no, man, i think we’re good,” connor pays him no mind, side stepping him fast with you still in grip, continuing to interrogate you. you ignore connor, watching jake the whole way you’re being pulled while he watches you. you feel as if the boy isn’t real, like he was someone you had made up when you were high, but there he was, staring just as shocked, but equally skeptical as you were pulled further and further from him. 

“are you listening to me, y/n?”

“what?” 

“i asked you what you were on about?” you’re now in an empty corner, secluded away from the rest of the party. “haven’t seen you in days and you’re on a tangent about a boy you barely know, what’s going on?”

you finally focus on him, barely processing the words he was putting in your ears, but you didn’t have to in order to hear the fake sympathy and concern. 

“how do you know louis?”

he shurgs, “see him every time i throw. gotta get to know my usuals.” 

“yeah, and how well have you gotten to know him?”

he shakes his head, feeling attacked, “why?”

“because i think it’s my right to know what you’ve been saying about me to him and whoever else,” the seal of your calmness breaks as you extend an arm out, ready to scold him for anything he was about to say. 

his expression drops in return, knowing any attempt to make you calm and make the situation subtle was out of his hands. connor knew you well enough to know you were too far into your frustration to calm you down. 

“what’re you talking about?”

but that didn’t mean he had to comply. 

“your new choice in men is obviously not working out for you. even they know i’m the best you’ll ever have.” 

“what?” your head drops forward, taken aback at the sudden escalation connor had taken to his approach in words. “what the fuck are you on about?” 

he smirks, pushing the red solo cup he had up to his lips, glancing around before looking back down to you, “why else do you think he lied to you about whatever it is you’re asking?”

“i can’t believe this,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “pull yourself out of that goddamn lie before you make yourself look even more like a fool. what have you been saying about me?”

“i find it best you don’t lie about this one, mate. you have an audience of witnesses,” there’s a hand on your back and a voice intervening. 

the two of you focus to louis who suddenly stands behind you, daring connor to push it. the boy looks confounded looking between you, louis, and the crowd of boys behind him. he doesn’t know what to do within the corner he had backed himself into. 

“whatever, this is my own fucking party. i don’t need to do shit,” he shoves past all of you. you all watch him storm away, not looking back, leaving you all to yourselves in the dust. 

“let’s talk,” louis says immediately the moment you look up to him, nodding off in a random direction. 

you slowly nod, following him. 

“i didn’t think you’d actually ask him.” 

a laugh gets caught in the back of your throat, shaking your head at the ignorance as he opens the passenger door to his car for you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he slides into his own side of the car. “but then again, what would i know about you?”

“a lot, apparently. more than i would guess,” you lean your head against the palm of your hand, staring at him carefully. “you gonna tell me what he said now?”

louis looks hesitant, not even looking at you anymore as he thinks on how to answer. he doesn’t want to answer, it’s that simple, but he owes it to you to give you something sense he was the one who told you in the first place. 

“when i met connor, he talked about you a lot. a lot for someone i barely saw. it was like every party he had something new to say or nothing new at all. as long as it was you he was talking about,” he smiles to himself, thinking of all the bragging and praising he had put into you, all for connor to just... “you were like a prize to him, y/n--until you weren’t. he called you easy, but you were his. he said he could walk you like a dog because he was the only guy you thought of.” 

you feel rage and annoyance fume in the base of your chest as he speaks. he can see it form in your eyes, take over any look of calmness or subtlety from before. you make a move to push yourself back and out the door but louis is quick to grab your arm, pulling you right back to him, only closer. 

“hold on there, cowgirl,” your almost in his lap. “you’re better than that.”

“am i?” you’re squirming, almost pulling from the grasp his grasp if it weren’t for how warm he made you feel.

“yeah,” he’s smiling at you. “why waste any more of your time with him anyways when you could just be here with me?”

you couldn’t help but fall victim to the pulling sensation on your lips to smile at him. you feel that fuzzy feeling creep up into your stomach at his stare like the first time you were both alone in his car and suddenly all your anger at connor melts away.

“only if you offer me cherry pie.”

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