Pan's Savior

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A lost cause, that's what the few adults who'd met him thought. A boy who'd lost his way, but wasn't deserving of an effort to get him back on track. He'd never grow up, ever. He'd come to terms with the sacrifices he had to make to attain eternal life and youth, but in his eyes, it was worth it.

The very first lost child to find solace in Neverland. The very first child who completely disconnected himself from the harsh realities of life; the creator of Neverland. The creator of the safe haven for all children. All of these titles came with being Peter Pan, and he was greatly proud of it.

Though egotistical, Pan found himself being consumed by loneliness in each passing day. He had the Lost Boys, but they hadn't came to Neverland on their own accord; they were taken by force. The Lost Boys couldn't leave Neverland, not without Pan's permission. The boys were the only thing blocking Pan from eternal solitude, so he decided to never let them leave.

They feared him, and that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted someone to stay with him upon free will, not out of fear. He couldn't find one Lost Boy that actually wanted to stay there forever. Pan figured that as long as he had someone, he'd be fine.

He wasn't. Not emotionally anyway. There were people with him, but no one was there for him. No one could handle his issues. No one could honestly understand the enigma that was Peter Pan. No one until her.

They hadn't always been so understanding of each other. At first, they were at each others' throats in every waking moment. The change in their relationship, though gradual, deeply affected Pan. She actually did care and understood his issues; to a certain extent.

She took time out of her day just to check on him. It was a bit odd to Pan at first, but soon he began to greatly appreciate it.

He wasn't completely evil. There was a time when he actually had a clear sense of right and wrong. A time where he actually felt remorse. With (Y/N)'s mending, maybe that part of him that had been buried away could be uprooted. At least partially.

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