Im back darlings! Im sorry for being absent. School has been super stressful but I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing. I've been thinking about starting another book about Peter Pan x Reader One-shots/Imagines. What do y'all think?
Lindsay's P.O.V. "Lindsay. Peter. It's time for the second part of the ritual." Dad placed his hands on our shoulders and I formed us. Peter and I faced each other and then slightly nodded towards my father in understanding. I turned towards James and Lilith. "Hey James? Can you and Lilith keep an eye on Damien for a little bit while we talk with father?" I asked my older brother and best friend. Lilith grabber James' hand and smiled at me while they both nodded. I smiled, nodded my head in return, and gripped Peter's hand while we followed my father to a separate room. Inside, both of my uncles were there along with the fate sisters. The sisters were around a bowl while fighting over who cut the string of someone's life (Like they do in the movie Hercules). I giggled watching them, finding it amusing. Peter smiled at me and placed a kiss on my temple lovingly. I smiled back and placed a kiss under his jaw. We were pulled back into reality when Zeus coughed catching our attention. Luckily my aunt and cousin weren't in here. The sisters had cut the string and were now smiling at me. They loved me since always hung out with them and were fascinated by them when I was younger.
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"Peter. Lindsay. It is time to start the second step of your binding. Are you ready?" Poseidon directed the question towards the both of us seriously. We both looked at each other slightly and then nodded our heads yes towards them. "Good. Now step up to the bowl." My sea-loving uncle instructed. We both stepped up to the bowl and our hands were ripped from each other by two of the sisters. The third sister grabbed a potion, some herbs, a vile that was glowing and was radiating power, and a dagger that I was instantly fascinated in. My curiosity didn't go unnoticed though as my father coughed, gaining my attention, and shook his head no. I slightly poured causing Peter and my father to chuckle at my childish behavior. The third sister mixed the potion and herbs together before dumping in the vile afterwards. The liquid in the vile mixed itself into the sisters creation causing it to darkly glow now. She then took the dagger and dipped it into her creation; all while the three sisters started chanting something in a language I surprisingly did not understand. Damn that bloody ancient witch language. I thought to myself. The sisters looked at me to confirm that I wanted to do this. I gave them a small smirk and a slight nod. I then held in a small scream as she suddenly sliced open the middle of my palm with the dagger. Must be that bloody creation that's on it that made it actually hurt I thought trying to figure out why the hell it hurt. She then proceeded to do it to Peter. The other two sisters immediately pressed our, bow open, palms together and they all started chanting. My fathers and uncles eyes began to glow while the spell took place. I looked into Peter's eyes as he looked into mine and felt my eyes glow their fiery hew while his glowed green. I began to feel what he felt and see his memories while he did the same with me. We stumbled apart and gripped the bowl when we came back into reality while breathing kinda heavily. I smiled at him and he smiled back. I wrapped my arms around his waist as he wrapped his arms around mine as well. We slowed our breathing down and looked at everyone else. They were all smirking showing that this step is complete. We all walked out of the room and back into the reception. The sisters stayed in the room; they aren't supposed to be outside of Hell and didn't want to get caught. All of us went back to where we originally were. Peter and I smiling brightly and never letting go of each other. Soon it was time to retire from the reception and go onto the last part of our bonding. Peter and I said our good nights to our family and friends and went to put Damien to bed. We separated to find him. I found him love. Meet me at the staircase. I heard Peter say to me in my head. I smiled and walked over to the staircase and found Peter with Damien asleep in his arms. We walked up the stairs together and to Damien's room first. I opened the door for Peter and helped change Damien into his pjs. I tucked him in and kissed his forehead lovingly. Peter kisses his forehead as well and we walked out while closing the door. "You ready for the next step my queen?" Peter asked me with a suggestive smirk and swept me up I to his arms; holding me bridal style. I giggle and nod my head excitingly. I rest my head on his shoulder with my arms around his neck. He walks us into our shared room and throws me onto our king size bed and used magic to close the door and soundproof the walls.
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