Chapter One
Peter Pan x Reader
You stand by the window, not sure what to expect. The white curtains are still as you lift up the pane. The night air greets your lungs kindly and you overlook your front yard before looking up at the full, white moon. The night is quiet: the street lamps cast an eerie glow over the street and the houses look like ghosts in the moonlight. I want to go to Neverland. I must see Peter Pan.
"I… believe." You say hesitantly. When you you read about Wendy's adventures of going to Neverland, her tales of the shadow were scary. He was a wisp, a shade the emanated evil. His grip was colder than a cruel winter's night and the glow from his eyes were bright as fresh drawn blood. You had already known all of this, although Wendy did not know that you did, but you never imagined the shadow would be so frightening. You feel a cold breeze from behind and close your eyes. You prepare for the fear to overcome you but the sensation doesn't come.
"No need to be frightened, the shade isn't coming, only me." You quickly turn and your nightgown seam smacks your ankles. Peter Pan stands in front of you, smirking. "You know, no has ever summoned me before. If you're so eager to see me, it must be important. And you had better hope it is; my time is not to be wasted." He looks at you, his face cold. But his eyes are sincere with interest and you know he isn't evil. He is more handsome than you imagined. His hair sweeps over to side and his eye brows are full of emotion. His green eyes are wide and his lips full. Despite the circumstances on Neverland, you can tell he takes pride in his appearance.
"Believe me Peter, I'm no waste. I can provide you all the information you need for your mission, the one involving Henry and the heart of the truest believer." You turn around and head to your bed. You sit down, and smirk up at Peter. His eyes darken and he walks over to you. He swiftly brings his lips to your ear. His warm breath gives you goosebumps.
"How do you know about this?" He asks quietly, but his voice isn't worried, but threatening. He stands up fully and glares at you.
"I have knowledge over many things. I know whether or not you will succeed, if you will happily reunite with your son Rumpelstiltskin, and if Wendy will be freed from your grasp, making you lose control over John and Michael." As you tell Peter these things, his eyes slowly widen with alarm. He narrows his eyes and furrows his eyebrows. You giggle, you can't help it; his eyebrows are quite quirky. You get up and stand close to Peter. So close you share the same breath. "What's wrong, Peter Pan? Worried I'll stop your endeavors?" He glares and leans in even closer on your face.
"If you plan to, your consequences will be dire." You laugh, and back up. You raise an eyebrow and smile slightly.
"Oh, I have no wish to stop you. I want you to use me. Take me to Neverland. I can help you stop Emma, Regina, Hook, and the Charmings. Or I can help you stay on Neverland forever. Or I can help you reach the land which your son lives in. The choice is yours. But there will be a price for my information." Peter smirks at you and walks closer once again.
"What exactly do you want in return?" His eyes are skeptical and he crosses his strong arms.
"I want a chance." Peter raises an eyebrow. "I want to try to change you for the better." Peter laughs and turns away. You know there is good inside him and you will to find it. "What?" you say offensively. "Scared I will succeed."
"No, what you want is impossible." He turns back around and runs his hand through his hair. "Fine, I'll allow you to come but, it will be through your dreams." You start to say something but Peter swiftly raises a warm finger to your lips. "You will be there permanently and physically and you will be able to stay but, since you're a girl, things work differently with you." You raise your eyebrows.
"What about Wendy, the shade brought her." Peter laughs condescendingly.
"Right, the shade brought her. But if you haven't noticed, the shade isn't here, only me." He smiles and points to your bed. "Lay down, if you come through your dreams, you can take whatever you need" he says, looking up and down at your nightgown, "and bring whatever items you feel necessary." You obey and lay down on your feather bed. You bring the covers over yourself and look up at Peter. "Just try to fall asleep." You close your eyes and feel a tingling sensation come over your body. Then nothing happens for a few seconds. You open your eyes to tell Peter it doesn't work when suddenly, you're at his camp and he is kneeling in front of you smirking. It takes a few seconds before he sees your outfit and is taken aback. His raises his eyebrows and looks up at you. You feel subconscious and get up.
"What's wrong with my outf-" you say as you summon a mirror and gaze at your reflection. You wear a tight leather corset and a low blouse. Your skirt cuts high, reaching as high as your knees. You wear a pair of luxurious boots and a brown cape is draped around your shoulders. Your hair is swept up into an intricate ponytail. "I didn't want to look this way." You turn to Peter. "What has happened to my outfit?" you press.
"Quite honestly, I have no idea. But it doesn't matter. Come on, the Lost Boys are eating dinner and I would like to join them. Coming?" He starts toward the fire and grabs a plate. He then gives it to you and grabs another. After serving yourselves the duck, you head to the logs around the fire. Most of logs are filled with boys but he sits down at an empty one far from the fire and motions you to sit next to him. You do and begin to cut your meat. He rests a hand on your arm and you look up at him. He looks genuinely concerned, then he removes his arm and his face is again smirking devilishly. "So" he says, devouring his dinner "how is this information exchange going to work?" You smirk and he raises his eyebrows.
"Well, I will give you a piece of key information, every time you perform an act of good." You smile and take a bite of your duck. Peter frowns and turns toward you. He opens his mouth to say something when Devin walks bye and cat whistles at you. You scoff in disgust and Peter turns to Devin and glares at him.
"Get lost, you have stuff to do. Besides, she is not here for you, she's-" You put a hand on his arm and he turns.
"I'm fine, don't worry. I've dealt with scoundrels before… So, you were asking me something."
"Ah, yes. How am I supposed to carry out an evil plan if I only get key information from being good?" He raises an eyebrow and scoots closer, as if waiting to hear a secret. You finish your meal before answering, enjoying his impatience for his answer but inability to make you tell him. You smirk at him after finishing.
"It's the game." At this, his expression becomes bewildered and you laugh. "You'll have to figure that out for yourself. And when you're done, you'll know the consequences of good and bad, and you'll choose which side you'll be on." When Peter still looks confused, you briefly place a hand on his shoulder, then walk away to find Henry. You have to talk to him.
"Wait, I don't know your name. You've managed to elude it from me." He stands up and starts toward you. You meet him halfway, and barely audibly say
"Just call me Emma, the Lost girl"
So that was my first story! Please leave what you thinks in the comments below. Sorry it's so short. The next chapter will be longer. Anyway, I'll be back next week. I'll do weekly updates on all my stories. Bye! *u*