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             Fandom: Once Upon A Time
                                Peter Pan

how fun! this was an amazing concept requested by @NeverlandBeliever

i had so much fun writing this, even though it took me about 3 days

I never was a dreamer. At least, not while I was awake. I always thought that dreams were silly, and believing in what wasn't real, it was stupid. If you had told me 2 months ago that I'd be meeting the infamous Peter Pan, I'd laugh at you and smack you upside the head four times for being so incompetent. Nothing could have prepared me for it. Nothing on this world or any other world out there could have made me believe it, and nothing could have convinced me that it would happen. That my life would change.

For the worse.

As I've mentioned, before meeting Pan, I never believed in good or evil. In heaven or hell, or even in magic. But then came the day when all of that changed. When I was taken by a shadow in my sleep and awoke in a cage of glass. When I first looked into those green eyes and realized that there was a deeper meaning to life and that anything and everything was possible, if it were believed to be so. When I first saw the darkness that resided from inside his blackened heart and saw the fire raging within himself, I knew from that moment that my life would never be the same.

But I was wrong.

I never believed in anything, but then I began to believe in everything. And for the longest time it was my strongest belief that eventually I would die in Neverland by the hand of Peter Pan. I believed that my life would go nowhere and that back home, nobody even missed the small town girl named Lilly. Though, the funny thing is, as I thought more and more about belief, I gained hope. And I started to believe that someday, somehow, I'd escape the clutches of Peter Pan.

And eventually, that day came. I tricked the shadow into thinking Pan had a mission for me, and he took me back home. After that I was on the run for 5 years. And that's when I met Ryan. It was in a small part of England, a village called Staining. I had been moving every 6 months across the country in the hopes that Pan wouldn't find me, and when I met Ryan, I knew I'd be safe. The first moment I looked into his hazel eyes and I saw a genuinely good heart within him. I knew in that moment that whatever Pan had in store for me, if at all, Ryan would be there and nothing would happen to me. For two years I was with Ryan. We were happy, we had moved in together and we even had a dog. On Christmas eve, just before our three year anniversary, he proposed; and, of course, I said yes.

That brings us to today, my wedding day. I finally, truly believed I was safe and that I was given the chance to be happy, and free of the fear that Pan had stricken into my heart all those years ago. I smiled as I entered the chapel in my dress, the beading displaying an opalescent sparkle from the above lights. The music played softly in the background as everyone who stood before me, everyone who mattered, smiled at what would probably be known as the best, and soon to be worst, day of my life. As I slowly walked, I saw him standing at the end of the aisle. My beautiful fiancé in his freshly pressed tuxedo and his green tie. As I stared at him lovingly, the realization hit me that my wedding colour scheme was in fact turquoise, and not green.

My eyes lifted once more to meet with Ryan's, but there were no hazel eyes staring back at me. Instead I stared into the glowing green eyes of a demon. He stared back and me and I abruptly stopped in the middle of the aisle with a start. A twisted grin grew upon his face as he watched my features change from an expression of pure bliss, to one of true terror. My eyes had widened out of fear and began to dry quickly, so I took the opportunity to blink. As my eyes opened once more, however, my fiancé was once more stood in front of me, his pearly white teeth showing gently in a comforting manner; a blue tie was wrapped around his neck. I took in a moment to breathe and hesitantly looked at the people around me. When I was sure it was safe to continue once more, I did so; the smile retuning to my face.