Peter Pan X Reader {SEQUEL}

Neverland

Being back here makes me happy, but something was nagging at me. Staring at all the beautiful different colored flowers Pixie flies up to my face. She smiles and bops my nose with her tiny, fragile finger. "HIII Y/n no time no see.", she excitedly says. Pixie looks over and saw Pan right next to me and she cowers away a little. "Hey don't worry he helped me out of something.", I saw reassuring her. Pixie nods and flies up to a tree and sits down with all the other fairies that are sitting down.

"Y/n you know I have to send you back I only helped you so I will release you somewhere else so you can make something of you", he sadly tells me. Nodding I can only reach my hand out then I dropped it. He don't want me to touch him. Peter has said it multiple times. "I know Peter, but I want to ask you something.", I tell him softly walking a little closer to the flaming red haired boy. "Yeah?", you can tell he was nervous at least he showed it. "You said you would give up anything right to go with me...Why can't you?", I ask him staring him down in his dark brown eyes. "Well I don't know I am a little stuck here no matter what.", he explains to me. I wish he could come with me. He did say he would give up anything. "Like your youth and the powers?", I ask. Peter's stares at me in shock.

"Y/n that is the most craziest thing I have ever heard.", he says and sits on the floor looking up at me from the mossy ground. Sitting down on the grass in front of him I stare at him with a serious face. "Then I guess I am crazy you were the only one there for me when no one else was you do realize this right?", I say sorrow filling my heart, "I called Thomas's house phone even though I knew he wouldn't answer it, but I hoped you would." Peter looked at me his eyes glazed over and turned away from me. I knew he was thinking about it, but I never knew I wanted someone this much to be near and talk to. No matter if he was mean to me or called me pest for some reason I wanted to be near him even if I hated him. "Listen I-I just", I cut him off, "Please think about it before you send me back and if you decide no then I will try to forget my love for you and leave you alone.", I say sadly a frown going across my lips.

Peter got up and he only nodded. He walked over to Felix and started to talk to him until they both were away from where I was. I never saw that little boy again. The one who helped me in the cage gave me a blanket. I wonder where he went. Getting off the cold, forest floor I lean up against a tree. "Maybe he will consider it.", Pixie says landing on my shoulder, "But Y/n there will be a price." Turning to face her she has a hint of sadness on her face. "What would that price be?"

"If Peter leaves Neverland will cease to exist and me I will be gone forever unless you all remember me.", she explains. Staring at her not being able to see or talk to her again would hurt my heart so badly. "Hear take this if he does decide to go with you.", she hands me a bottle of dust. "Pixie what is it?", I ask her. "It's my pixie dust you can use it to remember me by if you almost forget and thank you Y/n for being an amazing friend to me even though we barely knew each other at the time.", her last words to me and she flew away flying with the rest of her friends. Holding the tiny hand sized bottle, turning it over many times. I noticed how sparkly it was and very colorful. I will miss her dearly. How could I forget one of the only friend I have ever had. Well except Thomas a.k.a Peter. "Y/n..", Peter says softly and grabs my hand. Pulling me and walking up the steps to the cave. We stop at the glowing orb. "Y/n..I will miss you but not as much as you think I will.", he cooly says. "What do you mean?", I ask him. Peter says nothing, but runs head first dragging me along with him through the orb of light. Everything was bright and I never let go of his hand until we where home. My home well not the house I used to live, but you get it.

This is the sequel hopefully it is good, but i tried. Thank you for everyone that read the first one.