Older Peter Pan X Older Reader: Part 1

It was late and after a long day you crawled into your bed. Your head was already swimming with the thoughts of all that you had to do tomorrow. Ever since you turned eighteen it seemed your once peaceful world had been turned upside-down and filled with nothing but one headache after another. You had been so busy lately with tiresome tasks and newfound responsibilities. Sometimes it felt like you were drowning in a sea of drama and stress. You always tried your best to keep your head above water and keep soldiering on, but it always seemed as if there was always something new only too eager to try and drag you down. Exhausted both mentally and physically you turned your head to glance at your alarm clock. The time was exactly at 11:11pm. Remembering the superstition that this was the time to make wishes on you indulged in a little folly and closed your eyes. You thought for a second on what to wish for…love…money…world peace? No, none of those things seemed appealing at the moment. What you really wanted was to avoid tomorrow and all of the responsibilities it had in store. Truth be told you were scared of graduation and what it would mean for you. Soon you would be considered a full fledged adult, forced to go out into the world to try and make something of yourself. You would be expected to figure out what you wanted to do with the rest of your life and you just weren't sure you knew what that was yet. Everything and everyone seemed to be changing and moving on with their lives and it was all you could do to try and keep up.     

"I wish that I'd never have to grow up." You said softly into your silent bedroom and at that moment you meant it with all of your heart. Wish made; you open your eyes just in time to see the numbers on your clock change to 11:12pm. Your eyes traveled your empty dark bedroom. Pretty soon this would no longer be your room anymore. The thought made unbidden tears pool behind your eyes, but you stopped them from flowing by shutting your eyes and lying down. You would not think of these things any longer. Tonight you were just going to sleep and forget about it. You would deal with it all tomorrow. You stubbornly pulled your blankets over your shoulders and emptied your mind. After some time had passed you were drifting in that state between sleep and wakefulness. You don't know why, but you open your heavy eyelids one last time to stare at the clock. It read 12:00am midnight. You blinked at it unfeelingly and that's when out of the corner of your eyes you see something move just out of your peripheral view. Startled you whip up out of bed and turn your head in the direction it moved. Your eyes search your darkened room, but all is still and nothing is out of place. You gaze over your furniture one by one, but nothing moves. You must be more tired than you thought. Seeing it was nothing you lay back down and close your eyes.  

You instantly fall back into that peaceful half sleep state when you feel a slight breeze that felt like fingertips ruffle through your hair. You must have forgotten to close the window you think sleepily never bothering to open your eyes. Then the small breeze in your hair stops and you feel it begin to tickle your neck. The sensation feels oddly like being kissed softly by cool lips. You thrash your head gently from side to side to try and put an end to the tickling feeling. Sleep was so close now that you were very near that sweet blissful nothingness of unconsciousness.    

You were just about to surrender yourself to its loving depths when you vaguely began to sense a strange presence nearing you. Seconds later you felt a slight weight begin to creep above you. The wrongness of the situation woke up your brain and pushed away the clinging tendrils of sleep. You thrust open your eyes only to see a dark corporal mist of nearly transparent blackness in the shape of a man looming over your body and staring down at you. You looked into its semi-solid black face that had absolutely no facial features and you felt a scream building in the back of your throat. Was this a ghost? You opened your mouth to let loose your scream, but all that comes out is a soft strangled gasp. Your brain yells at you to move and try and make a run for it, but as the faceless half man, half mist atop you keeps looking at you, you begin to become literally paralyzed by fear. Panic begins to rise within you like a massive tidal wave and just as you think you might be crushed by it you hear a low masculine voice from somewhere across the room towards where your window is call out angrily, "SHADOW!" The dark being darts off of you in a blink of an eye and all of a sudden your room is filled with the sounds of a struggle as things are knocked over and bodies crash to the ground. No longer paralyzed by your fear you dash out of bed and run to flip on the light switch. There you see in the illuminated room the most gorgeous man you have ever beheld chasing the dark semi-spectral being around your room. He was wearing a tight fitting light green t-shirt with an open v collar that showed a peek of hard lightly tanned pecks. The fabric of his shirt clung to his lean form and set the muscles underneath into splendid view. With it he had on dark faded skinny jeans that enhanced his long legs. His auburn hair was a beautiful mixture of reddish brown tints that seemed to catch the light every time he darted back and forth to catch the elusive black figure. They are both so quick it is hard to follow them with your eyes and it seems that the mysterious creature can at times actually disappear into the rest of the shadows in your room. The real man bounds across the room where the shadow man has re-emerged and it seems as if he almost floats. He just misses as the corporal being playfully jumps just out of his reach. Then the real man gets back up and begins to climb on top of your desk. He stands on it as his eyes focus on his prey and then he gracefully leaps like a panther and pounces atop the dark being, pinning it to the ground. With a forceful yank he grabs the corporal being's leg and sticks its foot to the insole of his own brown leather shoe.

Then he deftly takes a small children's glue stick out of his back pocket and begins to try and glue the ghost's foot to his own, but it stubbornly refuses to stick. The handsome man's face looks slightly frustrated that it isn't working and though you don't know who he is you feel that it is very important that you help him tame that wild dark thing. So you rush over to your desk and root around in one of the drawers until you find a half-used up roll of duct tape. You go to stand by the real man's side and hesitantly begin to sit upon your knees, making sure to leave enough room between you, the man, and the struggling creature. You have just enough time to realize that the thing is a perfect silhouette of the man holding it. The man has eyes only for the thrashing thing on the ground so you gently poke him in the shoulder for his attention.  

At first he is surprised by your presence and begins to make a motion to stand, but then when you point sheepishly to the roll of tape in your hand he stops and settles back onto the floor. He raises a long arched eyebrow in confusion and as he is holding his foot to the being's foot you quickly begin to tape their feet together. The half of the thing that is connected to his shoe loses its corporality and begins to fade into nothing, but a shadow on the floor. You stare half in horror half in amazement as the rest of the being begins to struggle even more violently. "Well get on with it girl," the man beside you urges in a smoky baritone as he holds the shadow creature's other foot up to his own. You quickly and obediently begin to wind the roll of duct tape around his other foot and once again the rest of the creature begins to fade, losing all of it's life and animation to become nothing, but an outline on the floor of the man it is taped to.

The man stands up to his full height and he looks down at his shadow on the floor satisfied that it now only mirrors his movements. Not liking that the man was now towering over you as well, you gather hastily to your feet. The man seems pre-occupied in moving each of his limbs just to see his silhouette do the same. Finding courage you manage to collect your scattered thoughts and stammer, "Who-who are you? And what was that, that THING!" You point at his outline on the floor. He turns to face you and scratches his head absently. When he does this you get a good look at his face. It is sharp and angled, with high cheekbones; he flashes you a broad crooked grin with straight white teeth that take up most of his face. His beautiful hair is cut short in the back with long bangs trailing lazily over his forehead down to his dark liquid brown eyes. You also notice that he has a slightly up turned nose that gives him a handsome devilish appearance. "I'm Peter, Peter Pan and this is my shadow." He says simply as if that explained everything. "Well what is it doing here?" you demand as you cross your arms over your chest.   

"Beating me to the punch," he replied while slightly scowling down his shadow. "What?" you ask even more confused now then you were before. The man named Peter smiles down at you condolingly and says, "I heard your wish to never grow up and I was on my way to fetch you when my shadow jumped out at me and beat me here." You flush with embarrassment that he heard your childish wish, but then you regain your wits and ask, "What do you mean by on your way to fetch me?" You back up and eye him warily, suddenly beginning to become afraid again. His eyes take on a concerned light as he says, "You made a pure-hearted wish to never grow up; well you can't do that in this world. So I'm going to take you to my world; Neverland. You will never grow up there." A thrill of excitement runs through your body and you can't help but to try and imagine a world where you could stay as you were; never having to deal with work, or bills, or any of the other stress and responsibilities that were now coming close to crushing in on you. A wistful sigh escaped your lips as you began to think of such a wonderful place. Then the man known as Peter suddenly grabs your wrist and begins pulling you towards your now open window. A few paces from the window you plant your feet stubbornly into the floor. He turns to face you with a questioning frown on his gorgeous face; clearly not happy to be stopped. A bit too conscious of his warm hand still holding onto your wrist you raise your chin and say, "I-I can't just leave!"
  
He scrunches his nose up in confusion and asks, "Why not?" You hesitate a moment and think about his question. Thousands of reasons flooded your mind within an instant. Because you don't even know this person. He could be a serial killer who gets off on torturing women for all you know…besides weren't you just almost molested in your sleep by his shadow just now? Wait a minute… shadows don't come to life and move on their own, hot boys do not just fall out of the sky and in through your bedroom windows, there is no place called Neverland where you never have to grow up, and wishes do NOT come true…That's it! It all made perfect sense to you now, clearly you were dreaming. And if you were dreaming then there was no harm in going to Neverland with this gorgeous creature of your sad lonely imagination.

"Never mind Peter, let's go to Neverland! Only…how do we get to Neverland?" you asked brightly while tilting your head slightly to the side. Peter's broad smile filled his face, making him look slightly boyish and mischievously handsome all at the same time. "Why we fly of course!" he answered happily. "FLY?!" you shouted your disbelief. "It's easy! All you have to do is to think of a wonderful thought. Any happy little thought. It's easier than pie." Then he dropped your wrist and stretched his long well muscled arms way out like a bird and with a little hop he was suddenly airborne and gliding effortlessly in your small room. Holding your hands to your chest in amazement you cried, "He can FLY!" Peter then did an artful twirl in mid-air and landed gracefully on top of your bed. "Now you try." He insisted as he held one hand out to you. You walked to him and took it and he hoisted you onto the bed beside him. "Just think of a happy thought, now here we go, on the count of three." As he began to slowly count down you focused your mind on some of your happiest memories. And as soon as you heard him say three and felt his hand in yours begin to slightly lift you jumped. You felt your body gain height and begin to soar with his for a glorious few seconds and then gravity cruelly pulled your body downwards and you landed with a soft plop on your bed. You were disappointed you didn't fly, but you were still grateful you landed on your bed and not the floor.

Peter floated above you sitting cross legged in the air. He crossed his arms over his hard chest as he looked down at you in confusion. "What's the matter with you? All it takes is faith and trust," he paused and scratched his head, "Oh yeah! Pixie dust!" He exclaimed happily. Then he dashed across the room towards your dresser and picked up a tiny golden glowing thing that you hadn't noticed before. As he came closer you noticed that the glowing thing had wings and a small curvy woman's body attached to it. She was struggling; her gossamer wings caught between his fingers, but her tiny heart-shaped face was screwed up in an expression of defiance and not fear. As she struggled tiny bits of gold and white sparkling dust began to shimmer and fall all around her. Still smiling Peter held the tiny blonde over your head and gave her rump a light pat, sending cascades of iridescent sparkles to sprinkle atop your head. You felt an indescribable tingling sensation spread throughout your entire body and down to your fingertips. It was like sticking your finger in a light socket as new energy filled you to the brim. Peter released the pretty pixie, who quickly righted herself and stared angrily down at you like it was your fault. Her large blue eyes lowered in a hostile glare as she crossed her arms over her small buxom chest in indignation.  

Peter carelessly flitted through the air, unconcerned about you and the pixie's staring contest. "Now all you have to do is think happy thoughts." He urged from across the room. You eyed the pixie girl warily, not wanting to take your eyes off of an enemy. She however did not have the same problem as she then turned her back on you as if deeming you unworthy of her attention and zipped back to land pointedly on your dresser. "Come on, try it again!" Peter called zapping your attention back to him. Steeling your nerves you climbed back up on your feet. You spread your arms out wide, just as Peter had done before and you closed your eyes as you thought again of your happy memories. Slowly your body began to lift weightlessly in the air and you opened your eyes.

You were now floating effortlessly a few feet off of your bed. "I can fly!" you cried out no longer having to concentrate on your memories because just the fact that you were floating in mid-air was a happy enough thought on its own. "That's it! Now come on!" Peter said by the window and he beckoned with his arms for you to join him. Not sure how to make yourself move you kicked your legs out behind you like you were swimming. You began to move towards Peter this way. He let out a small chuckle deep in his throat and he guided you out of your window and up into the brisk night air. A laugh bubbled out of your throat as you flew over your town with the wind rustling through your hair. You had a moment to be thankful that you were wearing sleep pants and not a nightgown so nobody below could look up your skirt. Exhilarated from the magic of flying you followed Peter as you both zipped through some of your favorite local landmarks. You chased each other through trees and danced around dimly lit streetlights. Finally Peter came to stop on the roof of a nearby building. You stopped and stood beside him breathlessly. He pointed east to the night sky above and said to you, "There it is! The second star to the right and straight on to morning." Then he held your hand and led you up into that endless star-filled sky where he had pointed earlier. As you flew higher into the sky you began to see a certain star that seemed to shine brighter than the others that had multi-colored rainbow rings circling around it like an atom particle. And as you neared it a beautiful island covered with green and surrounded by sparkling blue water on all sides came in to view.

You both came to land on a fluffy white cloud that felt like it was made of cool cotton candy and mist. You looked back behind you only to see that the world you knew was gone, completely erased by a sky of the purest blue and dotted with more white puffy clouds. He looks down at you with his heart-stopping handsome face and says, "By the way I never did ask your name." You blinked up at him and realized that he hadn't. "I'm (your name)." you tell him. "Nice to meet you (your name)!" he says excitedly. Then Peter wrapped one arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him while he pointed with his other hand, "Look see that dip in the side of the island with all the rocks? That's Mermaid Lagoon," he then moved his arm to point in the opposite direction, "And where all that smoke is lays the Indian Encampment. And see that ship in Cannibal Cove right there? That's Captain Hook's ship the Jolly Roger. Oh, and look the old codfish is shooting at us! Look out!"  

Before you could even register what was happening Peter was pushing you down into the safe fluffiness of the cloud just before you heard a loud zoom go past where your head was. You peeked out of the top of the cloud only to see Peter crouched down with a devil-may-care grin plastered on his face. His whole body tensed and looked eager for action as his dark eyes sparkled with a mischievous light. Tinker Bell appeared in a sudden burst of golden and white sparkles beside Peter's broad shoulder. "Tink, take (your name) to the island. I'll deal with Hook." His voice seemed to go even lower and took on a menacing quality as he said the name Hook. Tinker Bell shook her head in defiance, but he didn't see. His eyes were glued to the large ship in the sea below you. Your gaze was fixed on him until Tinker Bell darted off down towards the island. Peter gave you a playful shove and yelled, "Go on!"

And so you dashed off the cloud in the direction you had seen Tinker Bell headed. She was so far ahead of you that all you could do was try and follow the glimmering trail of dust that she left in her wake. Truthfully you didn't want to go anywhere alone with the fiery fairy, but you had recognized the unholy light in Peter's eyes: bloodlust. He was preparing himself for a fight and he was excited about it. Something deep within you had told you it would be too dangerous to get in the middle of it. A large boom resounded from somewhere far behind you and you had a moment to pray that Peter was okay. You began to stop and see for yourself when you noticed that the dust trail was beginning to dim.

Turning yourself back towards the island you struggled to push yourself faster after the quickly fading trail of pixie dust. The island was now just before you as you skimmed the tops of large exotic trees. Tinker Bell and her dust was now completely lost amongst the different shades of brown and green of the plants below. You floated above the canopy of trees searching desperately with your eyes to find some hint of Tinker Bell below. You were so focused on looking for a trace of gold or white that you didn't see the large rock headed straight for your head.  

It came soaring through the air like a rocket and smashed straight into the crown of your head. The force of it knocked all sense out of you and sent your vision reeling. Thrown completely off guard by the sudden assault you immediately began crashing down to the ground below at an ungodly rate. The trees below were now racing up to meet you and you knew without a doubt that when you landed you would either be seriously injured or dead on impact. Either this is real and I'm going to die or this is all just a dream and I will wake up. You closed your eyes, prepared for your immanent destruction or consciousness as your hair flew wildly behind you. The world outside your body seemed to close in to where it felt like you were Alice falling down the rabbit hole and a sharp ringing began in your ears. And then suddenly everything stopped….                   

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Authors Note: So that's it for part 1. As you can see they are no longer kids so no shota love for you. Personally not a fan of those anyways, but I just want to say that I regret nothing and that I do not want to hear about how wrong it is to make a older Peter Pan  because honestly if people can write about 12-15 year olds (Ahem Naruto) or about incest (Ahem Suite Life Of Zack & Cody *seriously I am not even kidding they are on here*) or about Disney in general (ahem Kingdom Hearts *Yes it is Disney!*) then I can make an OLDER Peter Pan romance if I want to! Other than that I hope the rest of you enjoyed it and look forward to part 2!
Much Love,
           Fox