Peter Pan never thought he'd do anything selfless. He never thought he'd want to die. He never thought he'd be able to love. He never thought he'd see all consuming love in someone's eyes as they looked at him. Yet Peter Pan hadn't met Alianna. That girl. That girl that gave everything up in a heartbeat to save her brother. The girl he tortured and tormented for his pleasure. The girl who refused to see the world in black and white, but preferred varying shades of grey. Pan knew that he was black, pitch black, and that there was no redemption for him, yet she insisted that he was only a dark, dark shade of grey. Had she not seen that speck of white, things would've been so much simpler for both of them. For when the moment Pan had been waiting all his life finally came, he did the the only thing he'd never thought he'd do. He refused. Little sneak peek of Pan's letters: Oh god, I loved her. I loved her so much, and it pained me for her to remain ignorant of my feelings. Because that night, I realized that seeing her and hearing her wasn't enough. I wanted to smell her scent, feel her soft skin against mine, taste her lips. But I wanted more than that. I wanted her to love me too. I wanted her to love me for everything that I was. The good and the bad, the light and the dark. I wanted her to love me like only she could, accepting the entirety of my deeply flawed self, fixing them with a simple touch, melting away my fears with a single smile, change me into the man I wanted to be for her with a single kiss. (Completed) Highest ranking: #1 Neverland #1 Peter Pan #1 lost girl #1 onceuponatime #2 monster

"You have two options. You can suffer through the fires of our passion with clenched teeth, writhing in agony, or you could become one with the flames, dancing in the night skies, burning through everything in your incendiary path, indestructible, immortal from our love, leaving in your wake ashes and smoke in the annihilation of your creation." ... I have lived for centuries, yet I've never felt this chaotic feeling run through my veins before. This burning across my skin like fire and the scorching in my lungs, making me unable to breathe when she is close, and yet also when she is far away. I've never felt this perverse pleasure when her eyes fell on my lips, when a pleased sigh escaped her mouth underneath my quivering touch. I've never felt this need to be with someone as I did with her, the burning ache inside me when she was gone, clamoring me to be by her side. And I've never felt this fear before, this twisting, gut wrenching feeling of disquiet that lurked day and night in the back of my mind, slowly eating away at my sanity, pouncing upon me whenever I had the misfortune to think about her. Is that what love is? Or is it just the feeling of one psychopath falling for another? Highest ranking : #1 in Neverland

She was gorgeous. A true beauty and she refused to give out her name. A weakness. Robbie was powerful, very much so and very intrigued by her. He always got what he wanted. But would he risk all of his weaknesses for her? Or would she eventually say the truth about herself? What they have is time. Time is merely numbers for them.

My fear is so deep that a thousand years couldn't save me now.

What if I told you Felix had a younger sister named Anne? And what if I told you that after Felix left to become a lost boy, Anne found a box filled of all Neverland secrets? What if finally--when Pan plays his special song, Anne follows it to go find her brother? Pan doesn't approve of girls but can he resist taking Anne away to Neverland after he finds out shes the sister to one of his excellent lost boys? At war with Henry's saviors...Pan might just need another soldier...but what happens when love stands in the way of it all? And there's a reason why Pan doesn't approve of lost girls... "Tell me..." Pan started sliding his hand down Anne's arm. She shoved his hand away. "Tell you what--" "Did you feel it--" "I felt nothing--" "--how much I wanted you? How much I wanted everything you could possibly offer--never had I been more attracted--" "I don't care!" Anne spat. "Oh but of course you do! Because you wanted me too...only for a moment but you wanted me." [This story is also on Quotev as well under the name Peter Pan's storyteller] (Completed w/a sequel)

"You don't understand!" the strange, yet beautiful, young girl cried. "Then explain!" Emma shouted exasperated. "I can't leave, because if I leave, he goes mad, and if he goes mad...no one wins." _________________________________________________________________________ She is his songbird. Her voice keeps him from going insane, completely evil. So when she gets taken, you better believe he's going to get her back; no one messes with what's his. After all, Peter Pan always wins, even if it means resetting the board. _________________________________________________________________________ WRITTEN: August 12, 2015

-COMPLETE- -GOING THROUGH REWRITE- * chapters with a star are not updated yet 𝘼 𝙋𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 ... ❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 ❞ ... Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide Please read author's note at the end of faceclaims Highest Rankings #1 in robbiekay #3 in OUAT #3 in lostgirl #18 in pan

[DISCLAIMER] guys I wrote this when I was 14 and I cringe every time I look at it. He looks at me, tears continuously falling from his eyes. But the tears seemed to be hot, and made scars in his cheeks as they trickled down. "Oh, Peter," I said sorrowfully. "Th-the demon.. it doesn't want me to feel p-pain..." He said before yelping. "But you can't help that, Peter. You are a human, and humans crash and bleed and feel pain and sorrow. That's one thing you cannot change, and that's one thing a demon cannot change."

I need her back. She showed me a life that was better than my last one. She made me fall in love. Then she was taken away. Some people wonder why I, Peter Pan, am the worst of the worst when it comes to villains. And I'll tell you why: because they took the love of my life away.

Everything has changed since she arrived to the island. The colors on the flowers were much brighter, the fruit was sweeter, even the birds sang more than usual, and Pan did not like it. He was the sole ruler of the island, King of Neverland, and all of its inhabitants were to bend to only his will and mercy. He was born in darkness and rejoiced in it. Misery was indeed his company, but pain brought him power, and it gave him great pleasure to have this realm at his feet. Even the ground underneath his boots quivered in his moments of rage. But this girl; there was something off about her. She defied the status quo, challenged his authority, and it infuriated him, more than he'd like to admit, that for once there was something out of his control. But, the thing that made his blood boil the most was that even he, himself, Pan, could not fight the gravity that encompassed her. She radiated an aura that was unbeknownst to him and it intrigued him to find its source beneath her sea foam green eyes. He craved her luscious lips with an insatiable thirst, lusted for the delicate curve of her waist, and yearned to tangle his fingers through her silvery blonde hair. She was maddening and intoxicating; she was the twilight zone, the medium where fire meets ice, that non conforming gray area of light and darkness. She was the thin line between love and hate.