Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

A Mixed Up Mess (x Hybrid! Reader)

Request for BubbblePops19275

If your name is Alex, I'm sorry, there is a part where the reader lies about their name and says it's Alex. You can just pretend like it says something else. 

Warnings: Light language 

Family is complicated. There's something out of the ordinary in everyone's genetic line at some point, but mine is a bit messier than most. 

I wasn't born naturally, for starters. No, I'm the product of a magical experiment conducted by the Dark One many, many years ago. He was able to magically infuse me with the DNA of a siren, a mermaid, a fairy, and a demon, so I am a mix of human and five magical creatures. 

Like I said, my family tree is messy. 

I spent many years living in the Enchanted Forest, the first fifteen or so in a prison cell whose key was held by the Dark One. But eventually, I was able to escape and I lived my life hiding my identity. You couldn't tell that I was a genetic mess just by looking at me. My appearance was fully human, but I had a wide range of abilities and magical enhancements. 

Controlling them was impossible for the longest time, but eventually, I was able to stop it from running wild as long as I stayed calm.  

I tossed another log into the fireplace, wiping my hands on my ragged clothes and looking around my small house. The sun was setting and the town outside got quieter as people drifted back to their cottages, huts, houses, and hovels. 

Grabbing the broom propped in the closet, I started sweeping up the dust and dirt I had tracked in earlier when getting water. I was just pushing it into a neat little pile when I heard a knock at the door. That was weird. Who would be visiting?

I leaned the broom against the wall and straightened out my hair while before opening it. On my stoop stood a boy my age with green eyes and brown hair. 

"Are you Y/N?"

I narrowed my eyes distrustfully. "Who are you?" 

"Oh, my name is Peter. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something important." 

"Alright, what did you want to talk about?" 

He glanced around. "This probably isn't the best place. Prying ears and all." 

"If you think I'm going to let you into my house, you're crazy. I don't know you. You could be a rapist or a murderer. So either tell me what you wanted to tell me or beat it." 

"Okay, I get it. Look, I know who... what... you are." 

One of my hands was behind the door and I reached for the knife in a holster that was nailed in, taking the handle. "I don't know what you're talking about." 

"I have magic, too. Powerful magic. I wanted to help you. I'm sure keeping it under control has been difficult." 

"I don't have any magic. I think you have the wrong person." 

"You're Y/N, aren't you? You didn't answer earlier." 

"No. My name is Alex." 

He raised a brow. "You're lying." 

"I'm not." 

"As I said, I have magic. I can tell when people are lying. You're good at it, though. If I didn't have the ability to detect lies, I'd have probably believed you." 

"You need to leave," I demanded. "If you don't go away, I'll start screaming." 

Peter rolled his eyes and waved his hand. I felt my throat tighten a bit. I tried to speak, but no sound came out.