Monster // Peter Pan (Robbie Kay) (OUAT)

Chapter Twenty Four

A/N:

Updates on my life if u care

1. I got all A's and B's on my exams woo (I GOT A B+ ON MY GEOMETRY IM CRYING)

2. My cheer team drove three hours to Rochester Hills, Michigan for a competition against Kenowa Hills, who we see at Districts and Regionals. We won omg idk how tbh

3. Some stupid hoe called me ugly haha thx ik

4. Okay so a lot of people ask me to read their books, so if you follow me and comment on my stuff and want me to read your book I will! Just message me(: (don't comment for me to read it pls)

5. Guys. Guys. 118,000 reads. Praise u

6. I'm doing questions at the end of the next chapter so ask me questions, personal or book related(:

7. Max and I aren't doing so well like I'm still in love with someone else and have been for two years oops and it came out today bcs max was like "just tell me you want me. Tell me I'm only yours." And I gagged and started crying oh my god I still love Alec

8. My friend Caleb called dominoes and sent them to my address shoutout to Caleb

Okay so this chapter is kinda intensely dirty ??? Idk it's sorta provocative pan has trouble keeping his hands to himself sorry

Song Recommendations:

Feel It All Around by Washed Out

What a Boss Needs by The Weeknd x Tinashe

Chapter Twenty Four

Days In Neverland: 35

The blackened figure on the couch cushion glowed in the sudden light of the kerosene lamp, the shadows thrown across his face contoured his impeccably chiseled bone structure. Pan's right cheek glimmered in the orange luster of the lamplight, the green of his eye reflecting back in olive streaks.

"Come closer," he spoke, leaning into the plush of the couch back, it's old springs creaking in response.

I sighed, grabbing my length of dark hair and letting it rest on my shoulder, the ends still damp from ocean spray. "I'm sorry," I said.

Pan's eyebrow jerked in charmed curiosity. "And for what?" he asked.

I shrugged, "you asked me to be back before dark and I wasn't. I'm sorry. May I go now?"

He eyed the flicker of the wick before meeting my eyes. "No."

I groaned into my throat. "I apologized, isn't that what you wanted?"

Pan's face was still, before amusement tugged his lips. "No, Andria," he laughed lightly, "I wanted to talk."

"Oh," I said.

"Now," the couch rasped as he sat up, the shadows shifting down his neck as he clasped his hands together, "come closer."

Meekly, I walked toward him, the gritty sand from the beach falling to the floor off my gown as I crossed the living area, until I was standing with my dried kneecaps pressing into the table edge.

Pan shook his head, then patted the auburn finish of the coffee table. "I want you to sit here."

I gulped, coming around and sitting on its edge, directly in front of Pan's slouching figure, the bare skin of my knee grinding against the pants clothing his.

"You smell of driftwood and shellfish," he said, his aromatic breath running down my neck, "were you at the beach today?"

"Yeah," I said, the smell of rosemary tea and mint leaves inordinately intense.