Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

The Origins of Neverland (x Reader Request)

Request for BubblePops19275

Warnings: Light language

Everything has a beginning. Each person, each animal, each item, each star in the sky, including the second one to the right. Neverland didn't appear out of nowhere. It, like anything else, was created. That's where I come in. 

Years ago, I can't remember how many, I was alone. I had no one and nothing but my power. To comfort myself, I shaped my own world- one where anything could happen. It was perfect for a long, long time. Then he came. Peter Pan. 

Peter just arrived, startling more than I care to admit. He was friendly to me and for once I wasn't alone. But our relationship was never meaningful. We'd screw, we'd make out, we'd make each other feel good and then it'd end. 

Things like emotion were never involved and neither of us really strived for anything more, so it stayed this way for centuries. His lost boys arrived, so soon I had friends to keep me company when he wasn't sufficient. Besides, I always worried he only was nice to me because I was more powerful than him or because he needed my island. 

It was great. Everything was fine for so long. Billions of years, actually, which is crazy to think about. 

Then I caught feelings. 

But how could I not? He had been with me for so long, we'd been intimate, and he was my best friend. It wasn't really my fault. 

I knew what things like love could do to a person. Those that fall in love always seem to wind up dead and I certainly didn't want that to happen to me. 

So I did what any sane person would do when they fall in love with somebody. 

I decided to throw him off a cliff. 

Catching him wasn't hard. He was unsuspecting and I easily overpowered him magically, weakening him and removing his ability to fly. The hard part was dragging him through the woods to the cliff's edge. 

Below, the sea raged as it dashed upon the rocks. 

"Y/N, please don't do this. Whatever I did, I'm sorry," he pleaded from a kneeling position on the ground, hands tied behind his back. 

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Please shut up." 

"We're friends! With benefits! You... You can't just kill me!" 

"Actually, I can. Now stop begging for your life. It makes me feel guilty." 

He gazed up at me with wide green eyes, the same ones that I would stare into before he pushed me down on a bed or when he kissed me. It made my stomach churn to think that this would be the last time I saw them. 

"I don't understand. What did I do to make you hate me?" He gasped, tearing up. 

I shouted in frustration, starting to pace restlessly. "Nothing! That's the problem! You haven't done anything to make me hate you. In fact, you made me fall in love with you, asshole!"

He paused. "...What?" 

"You heard me! We both know that I can't have that. Love is a weakness, remember? And I can't be weak, Peter! I can't!" I screamed, feeling my resolve crumble and my eyes water, too. "It's not fair for you to make me feel this way! " 

Peter barely stuttered, "W- Wait... you love me?"

"I'm sorry, Peter, but I don't have a choice. I'm so sorry," I said through tears, taking hold of his arm and pulling toward the edge. 

He kicked and struggled, trying to dig his feet in. "Wait! Y/N! Y/N, stop!" 

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to ignore his cries.