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One-Shot #2 - OUAT

(OUAT) Peter and reader have had many stories together on Neverland, but once every hundred years the reader forgets everything.

You walked around, basking in the small beauties that Neverland held for you. The gorgeous landscapes, the wonderful Lost Boys, even the intolerable pirates brought you some form of peace. You were forever grateful for Peter Pan. How could you not? When you had stumbled off of Hook's ship with no idea as to where or even who you are; Pan had found you. After all, you had been lost. That was a long while ago now, the memory slowly fading from your brain, like a message on a chalkboard that had been kept on too long, which led to someone rubbing it off.

In the end, one student always remembers that note.

"Y/N!" Pan called out to you, his cheeky smirk hidden under an emotion that he usually did not wear. It was a new one for him.

"Yes, Peter?" You had questioned Neverland's ruler with a smile of your own — you almost thought your smile was hidden under a different emotion, too. But his was... harder to deduce. Almost a bittersweet one.

"I was wondering if you would like to take a walk with me. The others will meet up with us in about an hour or so." He had walked right to your face, his green eyes shining. You brought your hand to his and clasped it in your strong grasp.

"Got it, Pan, but why?" You could never stop yourself from asking why, no matter to whom of which you were speaking to.

Pan seemed stuck in his thoughts for a second, contemplating on what to say. It was a new look for him. Usually everything was already accounted for — calculated.

"Just wanted to see some beautiful things, love, that aren't just you." Your cheeks were blazing red after that comment. With a little nod, you motioned for the two of you to move and get into the forest for your little walk.

As the two of you walked, you saw many memorable places. The tree of which you and Peter first truly met.

The leaves snapped, and your heart started racing. With no idea where or who you were, you were scared, to say the least. Who knows what could have been out there? The sound got louder and louder as the thing got closer and closer to the thick tree you had stood behind for a "hiding spot". Then you saw piercing green eyes.

"Oh! I'm sorry, love. I thought you were one of those pesky pirates!" The boy had said to you, clearly hiding the fact he knew you were there.

"All good," you whispered, eyes cast to the floor, wary of who may be in front of you, "Where am I? I think I might be lost."

"Well, you are in Neverland. And I am Peter. Peter Pan, and who is the lovely lady that hid herself behind this tree?" Peter Pan. It rang a bell, a soft one, an echo of one.

"I'm not sure. She probably left. But, I think I know my name," your eyes moved back to his again, noticing the curiosity that shone through them, "I think it's... Y/N." He smiled a smile you could only ever dream of showing. But it looked more like a smirk. But what could you say, you didn't know the boy.

"Lovely to meet you, Y/N. I think you'll fit in here. No longer are you lost."

The memory, no matter how distant it was becoming, still was one of your favourites. Otherwise, if none of that ever happened, where would you have ended up?

"I remember that tree," you spoke to Pan, a soft smile gracing your lips.

"I'm glad you do. C'mon, we have more stops ahead." His euphonious voice sung.

Up ahead lay more places you adored, and yet could now barely remember why. Like the tree. Why did you like that tree? There was a lake:

"C'mon! Get in here, Peter Pan! Have some fun with us. The water's nice! You could even bring your flute-thingy." You cried out to him.

"It's not a flute-thingy, love," The voice seemed to drown out by laughter in the end.

And there was also a log that was surrounded by wildflowers:

"Y/N, would you do me the honour of accepting my flower?" Pan had asked you, plucking one of the purple wildflowers that grew from just under the log you were sitting on.

"Of course, Peter Pan." Both your cheeks were glowing red, it looked like it was a first time for Pan.

And a pile of sticks:

"Why are you building that?" Pan asked, eyes gleaming with joy.

"Why not, Pan? One day we'll come back and go 'Oh wait, I made that pile.' Or maybe we'll just light it on fire some rainy day."

Everything that seemed to be around you jogged some sort of memory, but it was all fading. The only thing that you could truly remember now was... an hour ago. When Pan asked you for a walk.

"Y/N? What do you think?" Peter asked, a certain vulnerability kicking into his voice. It sounded like a first time, but you knew it wasn't, felt it wasn't.

"I think I'm getting lost again, Pete... Peter? Peter Pan?" You were even questioning his name. What a splendid memory, Y/N. What happened to you?

"Love, can you tell me where you are?" The green-eyed boy begged. Every ounce of his body seemed to be on fire. One could only dream of the pain he was going through.

"I'm lost."

"Y/N, you were never lost. I told you, you've found your place. You are not lost — not anymore." He leant in to kiss you, but you swerved from his lips before they could touch.

"Who are you?"

A/N:

Hey guys, Stargirl here. This is my first Once Upon A Time one-shot or even fanfic. I only recently started watching so correct me if I got anything wrong. I originally posted this on our Tumblr, so please do check that out (if you want :)). Anyhoosle, enjoy the rest of your day!

Now, I also wanted to quickly apologise if anyone has been following The Magic in the Walls, I've been having massive writer's block for that damn story. Like, I know what I want to do but I can't get it on paper, so I'll try to write more and maybe in the next thousand years chapter four will come out :)