The Blue Star (Peter Pan Fanfic) OUAT

The Blue Star (Peter Pan Fanfic) OUAT

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*||COMPLETED||* *||This is NOT a cliché Peter Pan story.||* How could one wish cause so much trouble? I was a nightmare-toxic, but he was far worse. How can such a demon exist? ________ "The Star Fever is coming for you, Solstice." His never-ending taunts invaded my thoughts. "You actually thought that kiss meant something?" He raised his eyebrow, "You're more naïve than I once thought." "I love you." The brown hair, brown eyed boy's words were sincere. "I hate you!!" I shouted at the figure with brilliant green eyes. "You're a monster! A murder!!" "You made the deal, now the devil is coming to collect." The green eyed boy sneered as he suddenly made his move- ______ Why did I choose this path? Why did I think finding true love was a good idea? How could the cost of being free effect me so deeply? ________ ~Authors Note~ I own all of these characters except for the ones that belong to the awesome show Once Upon A Time.
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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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