𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ♡ 𝘰𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯

ꜱɪx | ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟʟʏᴍᴏɢɢᴇʀ

"Well, I've had enough nonsense. I'm going home!"

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"Um," Mirana started, her voice breaking off.

Why was the "demon boy," who everyone was scared of, hugging her? She didn't know him. She hadn't met the British boy until today. Did he know something? Or was everyone scared of him because they didn't want hugs? So far, Mirana thought Peter Pan was the kindest boy she'd met in Storybrooke.

"I'm home?" Mirana asked him, pushing her eyebrows together as she stared at the desk he'd sat at moments ago.

"Leave," he raised his voice—at first, Mirana thought he was talking to her, but then she heard shuffling from outside the room. The boys who kidnapped her must've still been there, listening. When the shuffling sounds ceased, he slowly lifted his head from Mirana's shoulder. His green eyes met Mirana's dark ones, and he spoke softly, "I knew you'd come. I had to come back. I had to bring everyone back."

"Everyone?" Mirana questioned, tilting her head slightly. She was about to say something else—as she didn't understand his behaviour at all—but then Mirana remembered why she was there. I have to get him to leave, Mirana reminded herself. "You have to leave Storybrooke. It isn't the right place for you," she told him softly.

"Isn't the right place? Mirana, don't be ridiculous. It's perfect. And now I have you—we'll stay here forever."

Forever? It isn't supposed to happen like this—I need to return to Underland. Mirana shook her head and stepped back from the demon boy, not meeting his eyes. "I don't even know you," she whispered. "I want to go home. You have to leave—then they'll send me back."

"You don't need to return," Peter Pan said, as if he read Mirana's thoughts, "you need to stay here with me. I won't let you go again."

"Again?" Mirana looked up at him, her face in a state of shock. "I don't know who you are. I've never met you before today."

"You have—I guess I have Iracebeth to thank for you not remembering," Peter Pan's eyes hardened at Mirana, "Or maybe it was you. You do have a certain knack for potions."

"Why would I try to forget you?" Mirana asked him, pushing her eyebrows together. "Who are you?" As if suddenly remembering what he'd said before, she asked, "Why are you trapping everyone here? Why can't you let them go back to their world?" After a pause, she asked another question, "How do you know me—and how do you know Iracebeth? You are close enough to speak her first name?"

"Cute," Peter replied, not answering any of her questions.

"I beg you not to talk like that," Mirana told him politely, glancing away as she felt a blush creep into her face. The White Queen knew that he could see her blushing—her skin was so pale, any sort of thing would show up immediately on her skin.

The leader of the Lost Boys smirked, "How can I when your expression draws me in so much?"

This comment only led to more blood rushing to Mirana's cheeks, earning a chuckle from Peter Pan. "I see it'll take you a while to get over blushing at the sight of me again."

"I am not blushing," Mirana shook her head, though she refused to look at Peter Pan. "You haven't answered my questions, sir."

Peter laughed at her and stepped forward, his hand lightly caressing Mirana's face. "And who's to say I have to, my queen?"

The sensation of Peter Pan's hand on her face felt familiar. Her body unconsciously leaned into his hand, which caused a light smile to spread onto Peter's face. He refrained from saying anything else, fearing that any comment would ruin the moment and Mirana would close herself off. It took a while for the leader of Neverland to open the heart of the White Queen—he hoped it wouldn't take as much this time.