Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Forever(Part 2 x Female! Reader)

Peter's POV

The funeral was small, just myself and a few people on Neverland that were close to Y/N. Her coffin was beautiful. It was made of wood and vines snaked around it. The vines had small white flowers that really tied it all together.

Her death was too gruesome: we had a closed casket funeral.

The last people had left and now I was left in the clearing where the funeral was held, alone. Rain trickled down softly. So cliche, the rain was. It was bitter sweet, you know? It was nice that even the sky cried for her, but somehow it seemed sadder.

Over time, the lost boys began to miss her and regret what they did. I guess you never know how much your cruelty kills someone until they're dead. I wish they would have realized sooner. I wish I had realized sooner.

Wendy left the island. I couldn't bear to look at her. I knew that what I did was wrong but I still felt that it was partly Wendy's fault.

It was the little things that I missed the most, those moments that you never thought of until it never happened again. That little giggle she always did when she smiled, the sound of her singing softly to herself, the sound of her coming back to camp, her footsteps on the wood flooring, the smell of her tea. She always made tea before going to bed. The way she rolled her eyes at me is something that constantly drifted to mind. What had I done to deserve her? Why did I stray when she was more than enough the whole time. If... if I could do it all over again, I would tell her I love her and appreciate the little moments. I love her. Not loved past tense. I still love her. I was an idiot and she payed for it.

It was a dismal afternoon on Neverland, about three months after it happened. I was hiking through the woods to get away when I came upon the clearing where her coffin stood. I slowly approached and stood over it. I pushed it open slowly and gagged at the smell. I couldn't bring myself to look at a decaying body, so I cast a spell without looking to restore her. The smell vanished and was replaced with the earthy scent that she always had. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her lips were now pink and her face the same.

I couldn't do it. She looked so peaceful in eternal slumber. I wish I had peace. But yet, maybe I could. If I killed myself... no, if I killed myself, I wouldn't be with her. I wasn't going to heaven, she was.

I screamed. I don't understand why, but it hurt so much that I couldn't stay silent any longer. The moment a scream left my lips some sort of magic went flying right at Y/N. No! It might damage her body!

But it didn't. At first, I didn't think it did anything, but then she gasped.

I think I nearly fainted. She opened her eyes and sat up slowly. She had been buried in a beautiful green silk dress and had her hair and makeup done. She looked like an angel in green. She looked around and down at her dress. Finally, her eyes met mine.

Y/N's POV

"Peter?" I hardly dared to speak, as if it might shatter the sky.

He looked at me with fear at first and then he slowly approached the... coffin? Oh, right. I died. My wounds were gone, though. I felt great!

"Y- Y/N?" He whispered, "I'm going crazy!"

I swung my legs over the side and hopped down. I slowly approached him and took his hand, squeezing it. "Nope. I'm here."

He smiled. It was hardly a smile though. There was so much joy that it hardly fit the smile category. He slammed his lips into mine. I happily obliged and kissed him back only to abruptly pull away.

"What about Wendy? Wouldn't you rather go kiss her?" The pain that had driven me to suicide swelled up inside me again.

"No." He said firmly, "I don't love Wendy. I love you. She's gone. It took your death for me to realize I can't live without you, Y/N. I was prepared to kill myself to be with you. I missed every bit of you and I can't begin to explain how awful it was for me. I screwed up. I kissed Wendy, I had a relationship with her, and that was wrong. I have no defense because it was awful, what I did. I can't say anything to fix that. But know that I can't live without you. Please, Y/N... if you can, forgive me!" He began to cry. His knees gave out and I caught him. We sunk to the forest floor together. Mud got on my dress, but I couldn't care less.

"Peter... I forgive you. It's forgiven, but not forgotten. I love you. We can do it again, okay?" I gently stroked his hair and he looked up at me. A hug was all we needed to restore what we lost.

I no longer hesitated to speak, for the sky is still in one piece, looking down at a rekindled love on Neverland.