Lets Go To Neverland! (Yandere! Peter Pan X Male Reader)

Chapter 18

"Y/N, why is Peter so mad at us?" Slightly asked quietly, not wanting to upset Peter. The rest of the Lost Boys seemed less concerned with Peter hearing them. 

"Yeah! He's being a butt!" The twins chimed in unison. Peter didn't come into the room throwing a fit like you expected, but you knew he could hear them through the curtain door. 

"Boys, hush. He's just in a bad mood. You didn't do anything. Now stop talking about him before you upset him. How about I tell you all a story?" The boys quickly hushed and nodded their heads quickly, sitting in front of you before you knew it. 

"Tell about one of Peter's adventures!" They giggled. Cubby spoke up. "Tell the story about how Peter killed hook!" You looked at the boys and rolled your eyes sarcastically, but on the inside, you felt uneasy. You definitely didn't want to think about that right now.

"How about a story that isn't about Peter for once?" You asked the Lost Boys, who, in return, gave you a confused look.

"A story that isn't about Peter? Why would we want to hear something like that?" You were starting to see that Peter truly was the most egotistical man child you had ever known. He only told the Lost Boys stories about himself, and they don't seem to think that there is such thing as a story that is worth hearing if it isn't about Peter. 

"Well, I'm going to tell you a story that I used to be told as a little kid." You decided to tell them the story of Jack and the Beanstalk, being the first story that came to mind. As you told the story the best you could from your memory, the boys would interrupt you to ask questions. Normally this would bother you, but they seemed interested enough to ask about the story. 

"Why did he even get the beans? Jack must have been really dumb!" You laughed and continued telling the story, answering a few questions here and there. When you finally finished, the boys all cheered. 

"You should tell us stories more often!" Cubby cheered. Slightly nodded in agreement. "Hehe, yeah. Um, could you read us a bed time story tonight?" 

You nodded at them and smiled. "Sure." Peter finally walked out of the room and stood next to where you were sitting. "Great idea. You're a good story teller Y/N."

You turned to look at him. "Oh, uh, yeah I guess. That's just a story that I barely remember from my childhood." Peter shrugged. "It doesn't matter. It was still a good story. But hey, you've been in here for a while now. Why not come with us on an adventure?"

"Ah, sure I guess. It might be fun." The Lost Boys cheered. "Yay! Lets go right now!"

Cubby grabbed your arm and the rest of the Lost Boys got behind you and pushed you outside. Peter followed behind and laughed. "Well boys, where should we go today?"

"The Jolly Roger!!" The boys shouted in unison. They quickly got quiet when no one acknowledged the idea. They looked up at you and Peter with questioning looks. "What? Aren't we gonna go?" The twins asked, bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Well why would you wanna go there?" Peter questioned, trying not to say anything about Hook. 

"Well why wouldn't we? We always go there!" Cubby asked, pouting slightly. Peter looked like he was worried about what to say to the Lost Boys. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and upset you, even though he already knew your mind was probably already back to when he killed Hook. 

You looked at Peter. "Well? Lets go." Peter blinked. "Huh?" You picked up Toodles and started to walk. "Where would the Jolly Roger be?"

"Y/N... lets just go do something else. We can go see all the fairies. I don't even know where Tink is, so it might be good to go find her."

"We can do that later. The boys want to go to the Jolly Roger, and I want to see how Mr. Smee is doing." The twins looked at you funny for a moment. "Mr. Smee? Why do you care about him?"

"Well because. Since Hook died, he looked really upset. I want to know if he's okay." Peter came up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "Maybe we can go some other time without the Lost Boys..." You looked at him and sighed. 

"I guess."