Um, so yeah. I made this chapter way too long. I think I'm up in like 6 pages or something, so I cut it in half and made another part so apparently this can't be called a threeshot anymore. I give up. ITS A FUCKING STORY, ALRIGHT?! I can't stop writing for once. I'm almost finished with the forth chapter and I might drag it out to five chapters. And yes, they're gonna do IT. All spell and grammar mistakes will have to be excused because I fucking suck at writing sometimes. And english is not my main language. It's swedish so:
ÅÄÖ, because I can!
there you go.
Now read.
Pan had only heard about sex before, he had never really done the act himself when all of the lost boys were just that. Boys. Ever since Emma had found her way into his heart he made sure to give himself relief as often as he could. He had started to enjoy those moments more and more, the blinding pleasure that exploded as he came, whispering her name. In the short few days that Emma had been on his island, he had aged more than he had in the last 300 years. Or rather, he had matured. En no longer felt like a boy, but more like a man. And that was wrong, but he couldn't help it. And he knew that if he wanted to possess Emma, he had to be a man, not a boy. If he were to announce that Henry was in danger, she would come running. But she would not come running without a fight with her. And he hadn't dared to speak to her again since she'd turned down his propose. He had seen her ponder on it and sometimes even consider it, but never had he seen her accept it. And somehow he had to make her do that. Accept his invitation. Because if she did, she was his and all his problems would go away. He would no longer have to fight his feelings and his shadow to not go and kill Hook, cause he had seen the way he acted around his lost girl. The way he tried to make a move on her whenever he could. Even giving he a coconut and watching her drink from it with lust in his eyes. Peter hated that he got to sit beside her, to talk to her, to touch her. Peter bit his lip and concentrated on more important things, like possessing Emma.
He had gotten used to watching her hunt for food and this time he took a deep breath and stepped out of the bushes. As she turned around toward him she flew to the ground with a hand around her mouth to keep herself from screaming. It took a couple of seconds before she was able to control he breathing and stand up.
"Jesus, you scared the crap out of me." Peter wrinkled his eyebrows,
"Well, that doesn't sound pleasant." Emma laughed at him for the first time and he felt pride bubble up inside his chest. He had made her laugh.
"Yeah, I wasn't really literal." She said when she finally got herself together, reminded of why she was her, she drop her smile and became cold again. "Why are you here?" Peter walked up to her and bent down, picking up her small basket and refilling it with the dropped berries.
"I came to ask if you had reconsidered my offer." It was quite for a minute or two while he continued to collect her berries.
"Yes, I have." Emma finally answered. Pan looked up at her and kept his smile hidden.
"Really?" He asked and looked away again,
"Yes. No matter what we do we're never able to find you, even now that we have Tinkerbell on our side." She sighed, "Which you knew the minute she walked into your camp." Peter snorted,
"This is my island, I know everything that goes on around here." He finally stood and handed the basket back to her. "What is your answer?" Emma took a deep breath and looked into his eyes.
"Yes, I will join you."
Peter had nearly jumped into the air when she finally agreed to join him. Somehow she would get rid of the others and then she would be reunited with Henry and she would be his forever. His lost girl until the end of time. And Henry would save magic, and then Peter would teach her how to fly.
A mere few days later he showed himself to Emma again, this time she wasn't surprised at all.
"I've been waiting for you to show." He smiled dangerously,
"I know, I've been watching. I just couldn't help myself." He laughed when her expression turned into one of anger. "Come on now, blindfold on." He handed her a piece of cloth and she sighed,
"Is this really necessary if I'm joining you." Pan walked up behind her and tied the cloth around her head.
"Yes." He whispered in her ear, he could see the goose bumps forming on her skin and he chuckled before reaching for her arm and pulling her along. "Henry will be pleased to see you. He hasn't been told of your arrival yet, but I thought it would be better to leave it as a surprise." Emma nodded and struggled to keep up with him as she could nothing.
Before long they arrived at the camp and Peter untied her blindfold. She saw the young boys sitting by a fire and then her eyes adjusted and with them was Henry, he was now dressed like them and laughed with them. Her heart sank to the bottom of her feet, her greatest fear had come true. Peter smiled pleased, "As you can see, we've done the boy no harm and he is happy here with us." Emma only nodded and walked up to the boys by the fire.
"Henry?" She whispered uncertainly. He looked up and smiled,
"Emma!" He heart froze. She was no longer 'mom' to him. He jumped up and threw his arms around her waist. "I missed you." He said as she slowly put her hands around him and hunched down. "What's wrong?" He asked and looked up into her eyes, Emma blinked away the tears and shook her head with a sad smile on her lips.
"Nothing, Henry. I'm only glad I found you." He let go of her and took a step back.
"It's great here. They taught me how to fight and use a sword! I even got to play with a crossbow!" Emma turned to look at Peter who was leaning against a tree, watching the two of them, his face showed no emotion and Emma swallowed hard. "I thought it was weird that Peter would let you stay here, but are you a lost girl now?" Emma looked down at her son and smiled.
"I guess you could call me that." She felt cold and stiff as she talked to her son, and she didn't like it. Somehow she would flee this place.
A few days passed and finally Peter started to show that he trusted her. He gave her a knife for defense and hunting and even though she hated to admit it, she actually felt at home with him, with all of them. But she had to get out of here, she had to get Henry home. And she would, even if that meant that she would have to kill the boy whom she'd dreamt about when she was a child. The boy who had saved her when she was afraid that no one wanted her. Peter Pan. Her heart was beating fast at the thought of killing Pan. That was not one of the things she wanted. First of all, he was just a boy and secondly, he was Peter Pan. The Peter Pan. Emma sighed and sat down on a log with the other lost children and began to think of a way out of here.
Peter had been out hunting with the boys when they'd found a deer and shot it down. They were on their way back to the camp with the food when Henry ran up to him.
"Peter! You have to hurry, it's Emma! She-" The boy didn't have a chance to finish the sentence, as soon as he'd heard her name he made a run for it. He ran as fast as he could and finally jumped through the last bush and landed with a crouch, as he stood up he stopped dead in his tracks. Emma stood in front of him with a crossbow pointing towards his heart. He wrinkled his eyebrows as he looked at her. She looked like a lioness, dangerous and beautiful.
"What are you doing?" He asked, looking into those fiery eyes. He could feel himself growing hard and stared at her hungrily. Her eyes widened as she noticed his gaze but she ignored it and pushed her trigger finger harder.
"Henry and I, you need to let us leave." He leaned his head to the side.
"But you like it here, I've seen it." Emma shook her head hard.
"We need to leave." She took a deep breath, "I'm sorry." She whispered before releasing the arrow. Pain flashed across Pan's face before Emma closed her eyes and let out the air from her lungs.
"Did you really think an arrow would kill me?" Her eyes flashed open as Pan spoke, she stared at the arrow that was in his hand, instead of in his heart. "You should have used a sword instead, Emma." Peter said just as the lost boys joined them. "Felix, grab her." Peter said and turned away from her, her stared down at the arrow she had just been willing to kill him with and felt sad. He really thought that maybe her feelings had change. With ease he broke the arrow and threw it to the ground. If this was the way she wanted it, then this was the way she would get it.
