Various X Reader [Multi-Fandom Book]

OUAT Peter Pan X !Chubby Reader - No Joke

Trigger Warning: Violence with a knife.

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You knew they didn't like you, that much they made clear ever since you appeared on this dreadful island. You didn't have a choice, you were stuck on this God forsaken island and the lost boys were your only chance of survival so you sucked it up and dealt with what they threw at you.

The only person that aided you and basically kept the other lost boys from killing you was Peter. It was surprising to say the least, from what you've heard from the others around town, he was supposed to be the most ruthless of them all, but with you, he was different.

"(Y/N), love, are you alright?" Snapping out of your daydreaming, you locked eyes with Peter. He sported a worried look, his hand giving your soft arm a bit of squeeze. "I'm fine, I'm just not feeling well, I'm turning in for the night." You gave the leader a small smile and quickly kisses his cheek before getting up from the log and heading to your private tree house away from the commotion of the party.

Peter was nice enough to let you have your own residence of sorts since you were the only girl on the island. He wanted you to have your own space and privacy.

The short trek wasn't far, but you stopped in the middle of the trail, you felt like someone was watching you. "Who's there, Peter, this isn't funny." Your voice was stern as it echoed through the forest. You knew he liked to play his little pranks to get a laugh out of it. "You'll wish it was peter, harlot." Out from the bushes came one of the lost boys - Felix. The one who despised you the most and made it clear as crystal. You held your hands up as the light of the night made the knife in his hand shine.

"I don't want any trouble Felix, I'm just going to bed." He scoffed, tossing the knife into the air and catching it without a problem. "Hopefully, you'll be going to bed for the rest of your life after this baby cuts you up." The air got caught in your throat and without another thought, you turned around and booked it back to the campgrounds. You were a bit bigger than most people, but you didn't care about that, you pushed your legs to go even more than they were, hearing the thundering footsteps of Felix behind you.

You could feel him getting closer and you opened your mouth to let out a loud, "PETER!" As soon as the name left your mouth, you were tackled to the ground, the breath being knocked out of you on impact. Felix tried to cover your mouth as he sliced your skin with the knife, but you put up a fight, trashing about and even biting his hand so you could keep screaming in hopes of someone helping you. You felt the slices to your skin, screams of anguish and fear emitting from your mouth as you hit Felix with any free appendage.

It felt like hours, but not long after, Felix was yanked off of you and the sound of a fist fight was going on. Sitting up with shaking limbs with a hiss you watched as Peter was on top of Felix punching him with no remorse, the sounds of the rest of the lost boys rushing to you were heard. "What the fuck," Peter sputtered out the words with each punch, "do you think you're doing to her, what kind of man attacks a woman!" Some of the other lost boys tried to get Peter off Felix, but to no avail. Seeing as Felix was now unconscious, Peter got off him and rushed to you, quickly picking you up as if you weighed nothing.

Turning to the rest of the lost boys, he made sure their eyes were on him before speaking. "Take him away from here, let him die for all I care and let this be a lesson to you lot," His voice rose a bit, making some of the younger ones jump at the anger in his voice, "if anyone else even thinks about hurting (Y/N), let Felix be an example of what will happen to you." There was a heavy silence that fell upon the group. Some nodded their heads, but Peter paid no mind as he quickly turned around and started to run through the forest with you in his hold. "Don't worry (Y/N), I'll fix you up, love."

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You sat in silence as Peter continued to dress your wounds, the only sounds coming from you were the hisses of pain as he cleaned you up. No words were spoken, the look of anger still clear as day on his face. You were in Peter's private tree house, on the edge of the island, it was quiet and peaceful which was nice. Under different circumstances, you would've enjoyed being along with Peter like this, but luck wasn't on your side today.

"There you go, love. All bandaged up." Peter finished knotting the final wrap around your arm, giving you a slight smile before getting up from the bed and putting the items he used to patch you up away. Shifting your weight on the bed, you pushed yourself back until your back hit the tree house wall, leaning your head back, you felt your body relax a bit. The bed dipped more, the warmth of another body on your side. "Thank you Peter, you saved my life tonight." A large hand wrapped around your softer one, finger intertwining with one another.

"When I heard you screaming," Your eyes shifted to his face, worry still in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he continued. "I thought I was going to lose you forever, the only thing on my mind was finding you...I can't imagine my life without you." He scoffed at his own words. "I know it sounds cliche, but it's true (Y/N)." Leaning your head on his shoulder, you scooted closer to him, wincing in the process. Untangling his hand from yours, he wrapped his arms around your plush middle and gently pulled you to him so you were neatly seated in his lap.

"Peter, I think I'm too big." You tried to squirm away, but to no avail. The mischievous man only laughed and planted a kiss on your round cheek. "Nonsense love, you're perfect and do you know how long I've wanted to have you this close and to kiss you?" You felt heat rise to your cheeks at his declaration. You knew Peter to be flirty and witty, but to harbor feelings for you like this, you honestly couldn't believe it. A frown set on your face as you looked at him. "That's a cruel joke Peter, even for you." A neutral look set on Peter's face, both hands coming up to cup your heated face. "This is no joke (Y/N), I'd never do that to you, I thought I was going to loose you tonight, I was afraid for the first time while being on this island...can I kiss you, please?"

The intensity of his words struck a chord in you. He wasn't joking, these were his true feelings. Feelings that you never thought he could have. Placing your hands on top of his own you smile at him. "Yes you can, please kiss me Peter, as much as you want." He let out a chuckle before as he leaned toward your lips, not before muttering, "Then, I'll kiss you of every second of every day." After that, his lips gently captured yours, arms going around you, mindful of your injuries, keeping you close to him and that's where you both stayed; in each others arms for the rest of the night.