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Second Time Around / OUAT - Peter Pan

REQUEST: 6,28,31,21 with pan please😉
FANDOM: Imagine reuniting with Peter on the island of Neverland again after leaving for many years, and now when you're all grown up Peter realizes how much he liked you.
PAIRING: Peter x Reader
READER AGE: 16+
RATING: E, a lil' bit o' fluff
TITLE: Second Time Around
WORD COUNT: 954

It had been many, many years since you last stepped foot on this piece of land. It was surrounded by glittering green water and an endless cloudless sky above it. The sand of the beach was white and clean, hot to the touch, sounding the ever-intriguing jungle. This was no doubt the most beautiful place in all the realms.

Any moment now...you thought. You waited for the soundless approach of him, one that only someone who knew him well would see coming.

"Hello, there," a voice behind you said. That could be one person only. Who else had that annoyingly attractive voice, with an accent—that others may consider rude—that left out the t's and h's, and had all its other little quirks?

You turned around slowly, wondering if he would recognize you after well over ten years time. Peter himself had not changed a bit, nor aged a day. Something in you envied that. The everlasting playfulness and adventures that you too once had.

Instantly upon seeing your face, he made an expression you had yet to see on him, until now. A mix of lust, and confusion. It made you feel as naked as he saw you as. He had never looked at you that way—obviously not, you were six-ish when you last saw him. He took a small step closer, only confusion and thoughtfulness remaining in his eyes. He observed you, his eyes darting from the smallest detail to the next, until he had scanned every inch of you in mere seconds.

"Y/N."

You were shook. He remembers me? That's not—possible...

"How—"

"You've...grown," he said, with that disgusting smirk on his face that you had seen him make before. Only when he looked at the only girl that ever stepped foot in Neverland after you. You tried to further cover yourself up by pulling down the short floral skirt you wearing—that you'd been forced to wear. You only wore a thin top in addition to the skirt, one that didn't even cover your shoulders.

"Cold?" he asked, and you too noticed you'd been shivering—more from nervousness, though. He locked his gaze onto your face, it not faltering until you gave a small nod only he would see. As he stepped closer, he removed the cloak he was wearing and wrapped it around your shoulders. You didn't dare look at his face when he was this close, he was so...terrible. You didn't want to give him the wrong idea. You'd lived in the childish belief that he was good, but he was just selfish, egocentric and had not one altruistic bone in his body.

"Am I supposed to be afraid of you?" you asked, quietly. "Because it's not working."

"Now why would I want to scare the girl I love?" he said, fixing your hair, making sure it wasn't stuck underneath the cloak. You didn't even have time to express your utterly disbelieving astonishment, before Peter said: "Oh, don't fret, not like that."

"How did you remember me?"

He smiled a little, going back in time to when you were still living here. "I still don't know whether you're stupid, or just extremely brave, but I know you're not afraid of anything," he said. And, maybe, I like you, he thought quietly in his own mind. A thought he'd been so afraid of thinking. She had been the sweetest child he had ever had the pleasure of meeting and he had been waiting for the day she'd finally return.

"What?" you asked with a laugh. "I was always scared to death."

"That's now what it looked like from the back of the crowd of boys watching you climb a tree no girl your age could have," he said. "You were always the first to try anything you were capable of as a six-or-so-year-old." That was true. And the Lost Boys used that to their advantage more than often. They used you as a guinea pig to try all their stupidest ideas imaginable. And also more than often they didn't, and you ended up with a concussion or a broken arm. At the same time as it was scary, it was the most fun you had in your life. You too smiled at the memories. And even when you did think something scared you, you did it anyway. Because, then again...

"Bravery isn't not being afraid of anything—perhaps 'afraid' was the wrong word—it's doing things that doscare you," he explained.

"That it is," you said.

"What brings you here this time?" he abruptly switched the subject. He looked into your eyes with furrowed brows of worry.

"I don't know," you said, thoughtfully. Peter's shadow had just brought you here without warning or explanation. You were on your way home after fighting with someone. Your remember having your arms at cross, walking fast, and then the shadow just swept you off the ground.

"There must be a reason," Peter said. "There's always a reason."

"I'm happy at home," you said, before he could say what you were both thinking. You were happy. Not lost.

"Whatever the case, you can stay. You'll always have a home here," he assured, setting hands on your shoulders. So maybe you weren't the happiest person on Earth, but, who was? Everyone has their difficulties, doesn't mean they're lost. In Neverland that was quite a strong word for being unhappy. It meant that everything was strange and distant, cold. Nothing felt comforting, nothing felt like home.

"I—" you were able to say, before he interrupted you, knowing that tone would only bring bad news.

"Please stay, thought," he said. "Stay with me."