Toxic (Robbie Kay/ Peter Pan) OUAT

Toxic (Robbie Kay/ Peter Pan) OUAT

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I always believed in fairy tales... But maybe Neverland, Peter Pan, and the lost boys were not the smartest of me to believe in. One day i was sitting on the beach with the sand in between my toes and the next i was repeating the verse "i believe" into the cool night air. Im Scarlet, a 17 year old blonde with green eyes. I have always had a good life, but i felt alone and desperate for something adventurous or even dangerous to come my way. Though now i know Neverland was not the fairy tale i should have believed in that night. Peter Pan is not who you think he is. He's like a piece of candy with a beautiful green wrapper, but inside the candy is poisoned. He has a good side i admit, but I'm constantly wondering if thats just another one of his tricks to pull me in. Peter Pan is violent, blood thirsty, and lustful. He is also handsome, caring, and hurt. I don't understand him at all but maybe thats the point. Pan is gorgeous devilish creature created for my eternal torture. I love him with all of my heart and that is why he has destroyed me. "Pan Never Fails"
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DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 SO IT'S REALLY BAD "Nothing of your concern," he muttered. I frowned, "why Peter? Why do you do this?" My words came out rather harshly then I had intended, making Pan stand up and walk to me, his eyes glaring into my soul and slowly burning it into ash. "First of all, you do not call me Peter. And secondly, I do what I want, you have no control over me, princess," he spat. I smirk, "what? Is Peter your weak name? A name that shows exactly what you are?" He rolls his eyes, "and what's that?" I take a step closer to him, our faces only inches away, "an unloved, lonely, lost boy."

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