Charlotte had only ever heard she was normal. When she lands on Neverland, it's no exception. She, like many others, is just another lost one. With one small exception. Peter Pan, is anything but what he's supposed to be. He's rough edges, smirks and chaos. And he's ready to play a game. "We are two people cut from the same cloth. Made from the same flesh and the same bone. We are the same." #20 in OCs, 17/06/18 #15 in peterpan, 12/11/19

Peter Pan is a bloody demon. What happens when the first lost girl, Y/N comes to Neverland and Pan knows her? Find out in this story of love and adventure. Hey guys, this story was once a self insert but I have turned it into a reader insert. Hope you guys like it! Y/N= Your Name F/N=Friends Name E/C=Eye Color H/C=Hair Color

Ashlynn is the daughter of Cinderella She is nice, kind, sweet and loyal Just like her mother always tough her. Until one night she proves how far she would go for someone she truly cared about. Peter Pan sent his shadow to hunt For Ashlynn's little brother. She risks her own life to safe him. The shadow took her, instead of her brother. Is not until pan meets her. He falls instantly for her. But what happens when a villain falls deeply in love with a royal?

Alivia narrowed her eyes at the girl who stood before her, a smirk tugging at the female's lips. "You're afraid, why?" The girl asked as she picked up the delicate watch with no care. Watching her every move, Aliva answered truthfully, since there was no point in lying to a witch. "Because I know I can't fight forever." "Now, Alivia dear, I assure you we are all well aware of that by now." She said laughing softly as she opened the watch looking down as the time ticked away. "Look, the reason why I will win, why I won't have to lift a single finger in this fight. Is because this smile can get away with everything." She said without a single hint of sanity left in her eyes. "Yet, I believe you know that already since I already have Peter wrapped around my finger." Anger seeped through Alivia's fingers, grinding her teeth against each other. She looked the girl dead in the eye. "You don't seem to realize," her voice deathly low. "I'll get you the end." ----------////--------- "She has been through hell. So believe me when I say, fear her when she looks in the fire and smiles."

"Don't tell me you honestly thought I'd let you go unaccounted for this, because if you did, then I'm afraid you're even more foolish than I presumed." Pan easily belittled her with his words, his tone harshly mocking, and his gaze so intense and furious - it would have burnt Metanoia alive right in the spot if he allowed it. However, Metanoia stood her ground, stepping forward and diminishing the space between them as she stared up at him defiantly. Her vicious glare on him hardened and her lips curled in a blinding rage the longer she stared at him. "Oh, I didn't. I'm well aware of what you're capable of by now - I just simply don't give a damn anymore." She replied, her tone eerily calm despite her livid feelings, and Pan smirked down at her in amusement, entertaining the conversation further by willing to prod for an elaboration. "And why is that, my dear Metanoia?" Something flashed in her blue eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came. Nonetheless, Peter noticed it easily, and realisation flickered within him. "Because I've got nothing left to lose." She responded simply, her voice laced with a hint of heartbreak, but the ruthless rage was a perfect tone to conceal it. Still, Pan noticed it. Metanoia took a step backwards and threw her arms wide open in the air as she laughed humourlessly. "And that is why I am now a threat to you, Peter Pan. Because thanks to you, I no longer have a shred of humanity left within me, making it that much easier for me to end you once and for all." {Peter Pan OUAT Fanfiction} [mature content and extreme slow burn] • lucidreamshade - #1 in the category "fantasyadventure". - #2 in the category "robbiekay". - #3 in the category "robbiekayfanfiction". - #5 in the category "ouat".

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"