His queen. Sequel to His love. (Peter Pan OUAT) Robbie Kay fan fiction.

Day two.

Luna's P.O.V.

"Hey gorgeous." Jerome walked up to the bench across from me. We were on set and Jerome was meeting Harley Quinn's daughter for the first time, who was me.

"I'm Jerome." He smirked, lifting a leg onto the seat next to him.

"Can I help you?" I snap.

"You're singing my song. Who are you?" He asked. The song I was humming was indeed a song I heard Jerome sing earlier.

"Hayley Quinn, nice to meet you." I say, not looking up from my book.

"Hayley Quinn. Like, the daughter of Harley Quinn?" He asked shocked.

"You mean the daughter of the best villain to ever live, fell in love with your father but then got her heart broken by him?" I look up at Jerome.

"They're still in love even though they aren't together. But that was our parents. Let's start over." He caressed my cheek.

"Leave the girl alone." Robbie walks up to us.

"Well well. Here to protect your lady?" Jerome mocks.

"You're just like your father Jerome." I get up and start walking away.

"What if I were to tell you I can get you out of here?" I stop in my tracks and turn around.

"Look, you're new. I've been trying to get out of here for months. There's no way out." I snap in his face.

"If I can get you out, will you give me a chance?" Jerome asked.

"Whatever. But no tricks of yours." I growl.

"What can I say, I'm just like my father." Jerome puts his hand over his mouth like his dad with the smile on his hand.

"And cut." I smile and walk up to Jerome.

"Mama's boy." I mock.

"My mother was a drunken whore who never loved anyone but herself." Jerome snaps, reenacting yesterday.

"Yeah well just get dressed and meet us at the usual spot." I role my eyes. I go to my dressing room and undo my loose pony tails, shaking my head to let my hair wave down my back.

I take off my torn clothes and my leather hand gloves, setting them down on the table along with my dark blue choker with the word monster on it. I look at the shirt that said mother's little devil on it in fancy writing.

Taking a wet towel, I remove the heart on my upper left cheek and red and blue make up that was purposefully smeared. 

"Luna, are you ready?" Robbie calls.

"Almost." I respond, throwing the towel away. As I tilt my head to get the last of my eye shadow off, I see my scar.
I lift my hand and drag my hand over the mark.

"Luna!" Robbie banged on the door.

"I'm coming!" I snap, grabbing my coat and walking out the door.

"Feisty." He smirked.

"Don't start." I say as Robbie holds the door open for me.

We walk outside and get in the car, where Jerome and Parker were.

"Took you guys long enough." Jerome says.

"Say one more word and I'll rip your throat out." I snap. 

"Yeah right." He scoffed.

"You saw how aggressive she got during the pillow fight. Do you want to see her when she means business?" Robbie asked. Jerome stayed silent.

"That's what I thought." Robbie says. We get to the mansion and go in as I walk upstairs to my room, looking at my scar.

I drag my fingers down it and sigh.

"Luna." Robbie comes in the room and I shoot up in the air, hiding as I feel Robbie push me to the bed, falling on top of me as I giggle.

"Robbie." I giggle.

"Mm, you still have some lipstick on." He tilted his head, dragging his fingers down my lips.

"Here, let me help." Robbie gently placed his lips on mine. I smile into the kiss as he drags his lips to my neck, nipping at my sweet spot. I moan, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Robbie caressed my cheek and I shiver, laying the side of my face on the bed, my hand next to it. But that only let Robbie have more room to bite.

Robbie soon moved to my lips again and I was glad about that. Robbie pulls back and smiles.

"Are you done?" I chuckled.

"There's a bit more but I'll save that for later." Robbie dragged his finger down my lip. I try to bite his finger but he pull away.

"Feisty." He smirked.

"You have no idea." I turn to the window and my eyes grow wide.

"Robbie, off." I say.

"What?"

"Off." I push him off of me and get up, pulling my hair over my shoulder to hide Robbie's marks. The window flew open, causing a cool night breeze to fill the room as the curtains flew wildly like hair in the wind and Peter flew in, extanging looks between Robbie and I.

Peter's ok with Robbie and I beging together but he hates when Robbie leaves his marks on me. Peter's made it clear that he's the only one to leave his marks on me. One time Peter caught Robbie and I and he beat Robbie up to make his point.

Robbie and I have never been seen making out again. But if the press got out to Peter of Robbie and I being together, he would explode.

"I'll give you two a minute." Robbie starts to walk out the door. Peter raised his hand and the door closed.

"No. Stay." Peter says. Robbie turned around and I had thought that Peter had found out about Robbie and I.

"Peter." I mumble.

"Not now love." Peter says. I go over to the other side of the bed and lay down against the pillows, sighing. Peter goes over to where I was laying moments ago and dragged his hand over the sheets.

"Acting went well I presume?" Peter asked.

"Yes." Robbie says.

"What did you do once you got off of work?"

"Um, we came back and I helped Luna get some of her lip stick off." Peter glared at me.

"What, it's the truth." I say. Peter walks over to me and hooks his finger under my chin, tilting it so I was forced to meet his gaze.

His eyes scanned over me and slowly lifted his hand to my cheek and up to my ear, quickly removing the hair from my shoulder and tilting my head, letting him see the marks. I gasp at his action.

Peter's breath became ridgid as his eyes dart from me to my marks to Robbie.

"Peter please, let me explain." I shake. And just like that, Peter slaps me.