Once Upon a Time x Reader One Shots

Pan - Second Star to the Right

Second Star to the Right

Request for nightrose1234

A/N: I was so excited for this request. When I was on a Loki kick, this was my favorite story arch.

"I wanted a Peter Pan one-shot where the reader found Pan wounded in the real world and she lets him stay in her house while he heals. While staying, he ended up wanting to take her to Neverland. Is that okay?"

The wind whipped at your face, but your heart pounding in your chest and your blood rushing through your veins kept you warm enough to not notice the cold bite of the weather. Your sneakers slapped the pavement as you jogged through the park, pushing through the last leg of your morning run. As you sprinted past the park that was located just a block away from your apartment, a flash of green and what looked like crumpled limbs caught your eye. You slowed to a halt and spun on your heel, running back towards the bushes that lined the park. There, curled up on the grass, was a boy who appeared to be about your age. He wore a strange but not unflattering green tunic, torn at the sleeves and collar, and grey and black pants. Scuffed leather boots covered his feet, and though his head was bent down to cover his face, you could see the soft brown curls that covered his head.

You knelt down beside him, your close proximity allowing you to catch sight of the bruises and cuts that littered his arms. A frown tugged at your lips, and you wondered what had happened to him and if he was okay.

"Hey," you called softly. When he didn't so much as flinch, you tried again, a bit louder, and placed your hand on his shoulder.

His head snapped up to reveal dirt and more bruises, along with a pair of emerald eyes that struck your soul. The broken, cautious, betrayed expression on his face told you that he needed help, but he didn't know how to get it.

"Are you okay?" you asked gently. "You look hurt. Do you need help?"

"I don't need anything," he snarled, as though asking for help was the most humiliating task. He shrugged your hand away and unfolded his legs, trying to stand. You stood with him, but you were the only one who made it all the way up. He collapsed back on the ground, his muscles too weak from whatever had happened for him  use.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" you offered again. "I won't judge you, I promise. I'd just hate to leave you here like this."

He glanced up at you, his brows furrowed as though he were trying to decipher your offer. Did he gave something against a female assisting him? Or was he just anti-help in general?

A sigh fell from his lips. "Fine. Help."

You knelt down, holding out your hands. He hesitated before placing his hands in yours, wincing as you stood to pull him up. You could see more contusions and lacerations across his chest, leading down into his shirt, and it tugged at your heart. Whoever this guy was, you were sure he didn't deserve such a beating.

"I'm gonna take you to my apartment, okay? I can patch you up there and see about getting you home."

He nodded slowly, eyeing you cautiously the entire time you walked him home. He'd never admit that he let anyone help him, much less some girl that he'd just met.

Once home, you led him inside and sat him on the couch.

"Wait right there. I'll go get my medical kit."