Not What He Seems...

Peter pan x reader

I walked down the middle of the dim, empty street, Henry by my side and the rest of the gang trailing behind me. I had a gun inside of my leather jacket.

In the horrible lighting I could see Peter Pan, the lost boys all standing behind him. He folded his arms over his chest and smirked.

We all walked a bit faster and stopped about fifty feet from him. I had hardly stopped when my hand flashed to my jacket and revealed the gun, tossing it through the air. Pan unfolded his arms and caught it. As he looked down at it the smirk left his face and he stared at it, his mouth open and his eyebrows furrowed.

When he looked back up he saw that I had spread my arms out at my sides, staring at him with no expression. He stared at me for a moment, and then smirked.

"You want me to shoot you." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Still smiling, he raised his left eyebrow, the other still furrowed.

He raised the gun and pointed it at me with a challenging look on his face. We stood like that for a few moments, then his smirk slowly but surely faded. What was his deal? He'd never had a problem killing anyone before. Henry stepped up and slipped his hand into mine.

I held Henry's hand back, but I kept my other arm raised out in a gesture to shoot me.

Pan's aim never faltered, but he did ask, "Why is it that you want to die?"

"I never said I wanted to die," I replied. "But we all know that I am to die at the hands of Peter Pan. Let's end this now."

He smile returned. 'This is it,' I thought.

"I will be the death of you... but not today." And all in a fraction of a second, he switched his aim to Henry and pulled the trigger. But I was quicker, and shoved Henry out of the way.

Excruciating pain filled my shoulder and flooded down my arm and across my chest. My vision went black for a moment but quickly returned.

I ripped Emma's gun from its holster and half ran half walked toward Pan.

He closed the distance in a few quick strides, and, at the same time, we both raised our guns and pressed them to each other chests.

"What's your deal?" I asked him through clenched teeth. "Why'd you try to shoot Henry when I clearly gave you an invitation to shoot me? That was a pretty asshat thing to do. Stop looking at me like that."

He was smiling. "Don't forget to breathe in between sentences."

I dropped my gun and held both my hands on his to make sure the gun wouldn't leave my chest. "C'mon. Let's end this. Right here. Right now. JUST FUCKING DO IT. Pull the trigger."

He vanished then, dropping the gun.

"Peter Pan never fails," I whispered. I knew he'd be back for me.

I winced as the pain in my shoulder came flooding back. Everything went black.

. . . . . . . . . . .

I woke up to a darkened hospital room, the only light coming from the moon through the open window.

I looked toy left to see Henry asleep in a chair. Didn't seventeen year olds have better things to do than sit in a hospital? I guess not.

I began to feel woozy again and blacked out once more.

. . . . . . . . . . .

When I woke up again, it was once again night time. Henry was gone this time, and instead, a dark figure lurked in the corner.

The figure stepped into the light revealing his face. Peter Pan.

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again hoping he would disappear. No luck. He crept closer and closer to me. When I got a clearer view of his expression, he was standing over me with an almost mad looking face.

He caresses my cheek. Wait what? He what my what?? Did he switch bodies with Henry again or something? This was very unlike him. I thought he hated me. Was I wrong? Was it an act?

He sniffed, almost like he was crying. then he vanished.

He visited me very night for weeks after that. At first I hated it. I would threaten him, and he would be the smart ass he is.

But after a couple months, I grew expectant of his visits and understood that he was just trying to piss me off so that I would have some fire in me when it came to our final battle. But then one night he didn't come. I figured he'd grown bored of threatening me and moved to someone else. He didn't show up the next night either.

This continued for a week.

One night, I just didn't go home (I lived with Emma and Mary). I just stayed out and walked the lonely streets by myself.

It was getting late so I figured I should get home. I cut through an ally. Doesn't seem smart does it? But I always had a gun.

As I strode down the ally, a shadowy figure emerged from the wall and pushed me up against the other. It smashed its lips into mine in a rough kiss. I tried to pull back it bit my lip. I winced in pain and I just shut down so not as to kiss it back.

The person stopped. "Peter pan never fails, does he?"

"You know what? Shut up you idiot," and then I kissed him.

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