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.

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.

[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."

-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

"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

"You May be a demon Peter Pan, but I'm the fucking devil." She whispered in his ear before leaning away and sending him a bone chilling smile. "And I will burn you." (Rumple is not pans son in this story!!!)

"Naive little lost girl, still thinks she can win." He chuckled, circling her like a lion circles it's prey. "I've won your games before." She spat venomously. The boy laughed, he actually laughed, as if he found her threat amusing. "Oh my darling girl, you actually think you won those games on your own? Are you truly that stupid to think I couldn't have stopped you?" He paused in front of her, his fingers reached out and curled around her chin. "Everyone has, and always will be, where I want them. My island, my rules, my game, my board. You only won because I wanted you to, because I needed you to." She pushed his calloused hands away. "So this was all one big game to you?" She snarled, her heart sinking, she hadn't escaped, she never could have, the demon had made sure of that. "You truly are wicked." She snapped before he had the chance to respond. "You think you've seen wicked?" He raised a brow. "Wicked has only just begun."

"You have no idea of what he truly is. That boys promise of eternal youth is not paradise, it's torture." | ➴ | Emily Walker is a seventeen-year-old orphan. Her life couldn't possibly get any worse, but that all changes when a shadow takes her away from the world she once knew. What was thought to be a safe haven had become the beginning of something unimaginable once she met a pair of devilish green eyes that belonged to the boy by the name of Peter Pan.