Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

This is Stupid (x Reader)

"This is stupid," I said and swore under my breath, glancing around. No one had spotted my boyfriend, Peter, and I yet, but it was almost inevitable that they would see us.

"It's not stupid, it's necessary. We have to get that vial." Peter hissed back, checking around the corner of the building. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me around the corner, making me trip and fall. Luckily, he jumped in front of me and caught my fall.

I smirked at him. "Smooth, Peter. Make me trip so you could catch me. A bit cheesy, but smooth."

Peter flushed red and pulled me to my feet, gently brushing off my arm. "I didn't do it on purpose. Now come on, and keep your voice down,"

We crept along the wall of some building in Storybrooke towards our target: Rumpelstiltskin's shop. Peter was determined to steal a vial of something. Of course, he wouldn't tell me what, but insisted on taking me with. So there I was, slinking around like a fox to get god knows what for who knows why. The things we do for love!

We darted over to the back of the next building and Peter tiptoed up to the door. Gingerly, he placed a hand on it. He sighed in relief, carefully applying pressure to push the back door open. It did, so he stuck his head in, grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me after him.

The moment I got in, Peter ducked behind a table, yanking me down beside him. I almost hit the floor, and would have actually made impact if Peter had not caught me- again.

"I'm beginning to see a pattern," I flirted quietly, "if you really wanted to hold me, you only had to ask."

"Oh, come on, love. This is serious. Now, follow me and quit smirking."

Peter crawled across the room and stopped at the side of the doorway. I copied his actions, alert for any noises signaling The Dark One's presence. No such sounds arose, so Peter peeked around the door. Wordlessly, he moved back and put an arm across me, pressing a finger to his lips. Lastly, he turned back to the door and flicked his wrist. A thump was heard from the other room.

"Belle," he said at a normal volume, "just Belle. Looks like Rumple's not here. Come on,"

He stood and ran into the other room, me hot on his heels. In the main room, I saw shelves off wares and a girl collapsed on the other side of the room. Her brown locks were sprawled everywhere, a book lay strewn a few feet from her.

"Is she dead?" I asked, going over to her and laying a hand on her shoulder.

Peter glanced up from rummaging in a bin. "No, just sleeping. Here!" He produced a vial from the bin. It was filled with a glowing gold substance. It looked like wisps of hair, but stored in water. They floated and spun, moving slightly when the vial shook.

I went over and took in from him, squinting at the foreign objects. "What is it?"

"You'll see,"

"That's stupid,"

"You're stupid,"

"You're stupider,"

Peter rolled his eyes, shook his head, and snatched the vial. He shoved it in his pocket and took my hand, turning to the doorway leading to the backroom and backdoor. Unfortunately, a figure was blocking the doorway.

"Leaving so soon?" The Dark One snarled, "Come on. This is such a nice family reunion. Me, my girlfriend, my papa, my... step-parent?"

I wrinkled my nose. "No, that sounds... old. Y/N will do, thank you very much. But you are right, it is a pleasant reunion. Father. Son. Their partners. Although, Belle isn't making very good conversation. She truly is a bore, Rumple. I don't know how you stand her."

"That's enough out of you!" Rumpelstiltskin raised his hand and shot a burning green fire towards me, but Peter thrust out his arm, dousing the fire in glowing water before it hit me.

"That was rude, Rumple," Peter chided, a devilish smirk dancing on his lips, "Who ever taught you manners?"

"No you, Papa!" He threw out his hand and another green fireball came towards me, but Peter once again intersected it. "Made you look." Rumple's eyes turned dark, and suddenly I felt a burning pain on my arm. I cried out, falling to my knees. He had used a fireball as a distraction so that tendrils of burning dark magic could wrap around my arms like vines and pull me to my knees. The vine-like tendrils grew to gasp my ankles and wrap around my neck.

Peter blasted the vines and they broke away, letting me stumble to my feet. Peter and I looked at the places the vines had wrapped. Each tendril had burned into my flesh. Not terribly, but pretty bad.

"Oh, Rumple," Peter chuckled, eyes darkening with danger, "you have no idea what you just got yourself into."

Without even needing to move his hand, without doing any physical motion, Peter allowed the ceiling to give way above his son, for fire to begin raging around him, and for the same kind of dark tendrils to throw Belle across the room. She woke up, crying out, and clutching the places the tendrils had grasped her. Rumple used his magic to escape his doom, emerging with a gash on his arm. He ran to Belle, looking at her injuries.

"You play dirty, Pan," he growled, cradling Belle's head.

Peter raised a brow and laughed, putting himself in front of me and reaching an arm out to push me back. "I wouldn't have brought her into this if you hadn't touched Y/N. No one hurts Y/N."

"Well, first time for everything!" Rumpelstiltskin threw his arms out, making the floor beneath my feet give way. I felt myself falling, but Peter lunged and caught my hand, pulling me back to safety and away from the chasm. If only I had magic, this would be so much easier.

"Do you really want to do this? I am more powerful than you. We both know that. Now that Belle is involved, do you really want to lose?"

Rumple glared up at him with hatred, but grabbed Belle and vanished, fleeing to safety. The moment he was gone, Peter ran to me, grabbing my hands and looking over my burned arms and legs. His fingers brushed the burn on my neck, his eyes watering. "Y/N, I am so sorry! I should have seen it coming! Are you okay? Oh god, this was ridiculous, all this for the vial. I never wanted you to get hurt, I didn't mean to-"

I interrupted him with a kiss, softly moving my lips against his until I pulled back. "I'm alright. Just heal me."

He laughed at himself, shaking his head. "Right, of course!" He placed his hand on my arm and let it glow green. The light spread through my body, making me feel warm and comforted. When the warmth retreated, my wounds were gone.

"Come on, Peter. Let's go home." I suggested, pulling him through the front door of the shop. He tossed some pixie dust on us, making me sneeze and laugh. I kicked off the ground, Peter at my side, and flew off into the sky, to the second star on the right.

When we finally landed on Neverland shores, I turned to Peter. "Hey, what was in that vial?"

"This!" Peter opened it and poured the golden substance into the ocean. A golden ripple spread across the sea into oblivion, finally disappearing.

"Whoa! Cool! Uh... what was that?"

"It makes the water better for mermaids. They've been complaining about how it was making some of them sick, so I decided to get this." He explained, tossing the empty vial away.

I faked a surprise. "Peter Pan? Doing something nice for the mermaids? Shocking!"

"Shut up!" He protested, shoving me playfully. We began to walk off through the woods, back to camp. "If they're dead, the magic on Neverland will decrease."

"Blah, blah, fake tough guy excuses!" I teased, smirking up at him.

"Just shut up and kiss me," He breathed, pulling me in for a deep, passionate kiss.

We pulled back after a moment, and I whispered, "I think I can do that..." And dove in for another.