Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

My Family (x Granddaughter! Reader Request)

Request for BubblePops19275

Warnings: Light angst, kinda. Language.

"I'm so fucking tired," I complained, slapping another giant leaf aside.

"We're all tired, stop whining," Regina replied. She stepped over a twisted root and kept hiking, leading the pack.

I scowled. She had a point, but that didn't mean I had to like it. Beside me, Mary Margaret patted my shoulder. "It's okay, Y/N. We'll find Henry soon, and then we can all go back to Storybrooke."

"Sure. Has anyone seen my dad, by the way?"

"Rumple said he has business to take care of so he left a while ago," Emma answered.

"What kind of business?"

"I'd intended to ask you that, actually."

I frowned. "Oh. Well, I don't know. He didn't say anything about it to me."

"Aren't you his prized apprentice? His pride and joy with as much magic as him?" Regina sniped. "Shouldn't he tell you shit like that?"

"Wow, thanks, Regina!" I said sarcastically. "Because when you put it like that, I suddenly have that knowledge downloaded into my brain and the past has been spontaneously changed. Now I know where he is and what he's doing. Golly, what would I have done without you?"

"Oh, shut up," She shot back.

"Sure, as soon as you stop provoking our enemies. Or have you not learned your lesson from when you almost killed us when we arrived?"

David sighed. "Regina, Y/N, stop. Us fighting will just give Pan the advantage. We need to work together."

I scowled. "Tell that to the Evil Queen."

"Hey!"

We probably would have gone back to arguing (Regina had never liked that I was so powerful, so we never got along), but then the ground shook and we were all thrown to the sides, slamming into trees or skidding along the ground.

Desperately, I grabbed onto a plant to prevent myself from being tossed across the island, which didn't work because someone grabbed me by the arm and everything was enveloped in green smoke.

When it cleared, I was in another part of Neverland, surrounded by beaches instead of trees. I coughed, swiping at the air to clear the magical smoke and squinting, looking around.

Peter Pan was in front of me, staring at me with a strange expression on his face.

"Dude," I said, "What the hell?"

"I had to talk to you."

"Normally, conversations start by saying hello, not by magically catapulting people's friends around and giving them lung cancer with magic smoke. Who even uses that anymore? I mean, really. Everyone knows flashes of light are in right now."

He laughed a little. "You're funny. But the reason I called you here isn't."

"Jumping straight into it without small talk? Okay, who taught you manners?"

Instead of quipping back, he said, "I'm your grandfather."

And I said, "What the fuck?"

"I know, but Rumple is my son, and you're his child, so that makes you my grandchild."

"Haha," I chuckled humorlessly. "You're funny, too."

"It's true," Said my father, stepping out from behind a tree to join the conversation (how long was he standing there?) "This is my papa."

Again- "What the fuck?"

"I know it's a lot to take in," My father said, "But we felt that you deserved to know."

I shook my head. "This is insane. The same guy that kidnapped Henry is my- hang on, duh, that's the whole reason we're here in the first place! Pan, or grandpa, or whatever, where's Henry?"

"And that's my cue to go," Pan said, disappearing in smoke again.

I whirled to face my father. "Are you kidding me? That dick is my grandfather?"

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yes. And we need to defeat him."

~+~

Defeat him, we did. We rescued Henry and fled Neverland, which all should have made me happy, but for some reason, I couldn't relax. I paced up and down my quarters in the Jolly Rodger, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened.

My grandpa was evil. I mean, I was, too, kinda, but not as evil as him. And that all sucked, but ultimately, he was family, wasn't he? Didn't our team of heroes preach family and loyalty from sun up to sun down? Had I betrayed my family by fighting against him?

It was too much. All I wanted was to make my family proud. I worked hard as a child in the Enchanted Forest to harness my magical power until I was as strong as my dad to make him proud. I tried to be the best sibling to Baelfire I could be. And now that I had friends that had become a family to me, I strove to make them happy.

But I'd fought against Peter and won. Was that right? Was I on the right side of the war?

The thoughts drove me crazy. There was nothing I wanted more than to go home to Storybrooke and see my husband, Jefferson. He always knew what to say and he'd help me sort through all these messy feelings.

~+~

In the center of Storybrooke, things were going down. Emma and the other heroes were frozen as Peter Pan and the Dark One faced off.

But I knew nothing about that when I was in Jefferson's arms, crying in our house. The window was open and a breeze came in to comfort me as I finally prepared to tell him about what had happened.

"Y/N," He said comfortingly, brushing my tears away. "What's wrong?"

"I just feel awful, Jefferson! When I was in Neverland, I learned that Peter Pan was my grandfather! He's my dad's dad! I'm his grandchild, and then I helped fight him. I didn't let him save himself and Neverland with Henry's heart, and I just don't know anymore. He's family, isn't he? Shouldn't I support him? Family is the most important thing, isn't it?"

He shushed me gently and kissed my cheek. "Go on, sweetheart. Let it out."

"A- And my whole life, all I ever wanted was to make my family proud! I wanted my dad to think I'm successful with magic! I wanted Bae to be proud of my accomplishments! I wanted my mom to admire me! And so now I want Peter to be proud of me too, even though that's a conflict of interest and it's fucked up and I... I betrayed him. Now he'll never love me, and I'll never have a good family!"

I dissolved into sobs, holding my husband, one of the only people I let see through my sarcastic exterior.

Just then, two plumes of smoke filled the room and I was embraced on the other side by none other than Peter Pan.

Beside him was my father, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Y/N," Peter said, "I've been watching you your whole life. You don't need to earn my approval for anything because you already have it. I'm proud of you, Y/N. And if you want to be a family, we'll find a way. You're more important than Henry's heart or seizing power or any of it."

I sniffled, looking up at him. "Really?"

"Really. I love you."

Wiping my face with my sleeve, I again asked, "Really?" Though this time, it was more choked.

"Yes. We both love you," My dad said. "And we'll prove it to you. Pan will lay down his arms and make a truce with the heroes. We're going to all work together."

"Really?" I squeaked.

"Not if you don't stop saying 'really.'" My dad joked.

I laughed breathlessly and smiled at them all. My father, my grandfather, and my husband. I had them all there.

Maybe we'd be an okay family after all.