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R U N  بقلم min_chloe18
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[OUAT Peter Pan x F!Reader] "Run." That was your life. To run. To run away from the Lost Boys and their wicked King, Pan. You were merely a source for entertainment, and if they caught you, you'd only wish to be dead.
Hope • Peter Pan {OUAT} بقلم captain_ouat_swan_
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He chuckles "And what makes you so special, Hope? Is it because you're the saviours daughter? The product of true love? Please, do enlighten me." Taking a step closer to the boy, I lift my hand up to his face and brush away the stray hairs. "Because, I'm not afraid of you." A scowl replaces his smirk quickly and he grabs my wrist, and twists. I let out a whimper of pain. "You should be, Darling." His grip tightens "very, very afraid." 🌼🍂🌼 A story in which Captain Hook and Emma Swan's daughter is captured by Peter Pan. Read to find out about their story. CREDITS TO OUAT FOR CREATING THE CHARACTERS CREDS TO @stephanie_danielle (ig username) FOR REPRESENTING HOPE ALL THE LOST BOYS ARE MINE!!! Peter Pan X Hope swan-jones ⓒⓞⓜⓟⓛⓔⓣⓔⓓ
Potential for Darkness (Peter Pan)//(Robbie Kay) بقلم x0xShadowangel
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"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