And Straight On Till Morning - Book 2 [Peter Pan X Reader]

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And Straight On Till Morning by Gigi; Disneylover8

Chapter 1 ❙ Smile

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"(Y/n), Y-you...D-"

"I need to be alone, James." You whispered, looking down at your hands.

"(Y/n), can I talk with you, please." You looked up at Peter who stared at you with grief, envy, and happiness.

"Well how's that fair? I need to talk to her, too?" James started and you glared at the two of them.

"What, Peter." You hissed and the brothers stepped back.

"A-alone." He added, looking at James briefly before bringing his eyes to you.

You looked down at your outfit. It was still the same from when Carlotta had dressed you. Ripped, brown tights and a loose, creme colored blouse. The buttons were undone and broken, and you collar was torn.

You began to fiddle with a necklace you had not noticed before. A locket? A key? You didn't care right now about what the object on the chain was.

"(Y/n), I need to talk to you, too!"

"James, leave. I need to talk to Peter." You stood up, wobbling, and before he could snap at you he jumped to help you up.

"(Y/n), I-" James caressed your cheek, wiping off a tear.

"Please." You whispered, and he nodded solemnly before grabbing a map and heading out the back door towards his bedroom.

"So you and James had history-" Peter started, but you shushed him.

"I don't remember any of it." You stated, and Peter rolled his eyes.

"My brothers falling for my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" You looked at him, smirking.

"I mean-um-I-"

You smiled, hiding your blush.

"What do you mean?" You asked, stopping yourself from singing the horrible, yet catchy song.

"Well...I mean I like you-and you obviously like me so I guess...its an easy way to show I'm not liking this whole James and (Y/n) history stuff."

"Aw, you care. I thought that what happened on the boat as captives you didn't like me as much as Wendy." You touched your heart, playing hard to get.

"You didn't even deny you liking me." He pointed, grinning.

"Oh you said that? Guess I didn't hear." You moved as he tried to pull you in for a kiss and looked out the window.

"Psh...and you call me deaf." He sniggered, and you rolled your eyes.

"What? I don't understand you, your speaking dork..." You turned around and leaned against the window sill.

"Ah, I speak that so you can understand me." He tossed back, and you smirked slightly.

"What language are we speaking now? It's obviously English so I'm not sure what your planning-"

"-didn't you say I was speaking dork when I obviously was speaking English."

You pushed off of the wall and moved closer to him to make your point, "Yeah, well-"

You couldn't finish, because Peter had grabbed your face and pulled you close to his.

"If anything your the dork, you know that?" He asked, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why can't we both be dorks." You wrapped your arms around his neck as he began moving closer.

"Cause then we'd have dork children and we can't have tha-"

"What?" You pulled away and looked at him.

"I-said-I said-"

"I swear if you say something about poo I'll shoot myself..." You grinned, rewrapping your arms.

"And we can't have that can we?" He rolled his eyes, but leaned in also.

Soon, your lips met, and you could still feel the fireworks from the first time they touched.

You ran your hands through his hair as he put a hand on the back of your head pulling you closer.

To soon, for the both of you, you pulled away, smiling.

"So what else did you want to talk about."

"I'm pretty sure that answered all my questions..." He smirked shyly, looking at you longingly.

"I just can't believe what the prophecy said, though." You kept your lips close, your eyes shut.

"Well we need to find your mom. Your family. Are you staying here?" He pulled back to look at you and you shrugged.

"If this is my real home then yes, yes I am."

"Fantastic, you can live with me and the boys and Tink-shoot we need to tell them were okay." He flew past you and out the window, "Come on, (Y/n)! You can fly, can't you?"

"I don't exactly remember how, and James-we can't just leave him-"

"Thank you, (Y/n)." You turned to see James leaning against the door.

"Oh, James. So Peter give him pixie dust and we can-" You looked back at Peter and stepped back to get a running start.

"I'm not going."

"What?" You flipped back around to glaze at him.

"He's been treating me like crap." He spazzed, throwing a hand at Peter.

"S-so?" You sputtered, and James growled.

"I'm staying, good luck finding your family." James turned but you grabbed his wrist.

"I didn't turn you back to your age for you to ditch me, James, I want you to join me on my journey!" You fought against him, and at the last part he turned towards you with a blush.

"F-fine. But I get to leave whenever." He grasped your hand, but you didn't pull away, instead you pulled his along with you.

Peter looked down at your hands, then breathed as if he was remembering the kiss, then flew around James, making him float.

"W-Woah!"

"Ok, ok I got this. I can do this." You fake cracked your neck and popped your fingers.

Then, you charged.