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Anon request: Could you do 7, 15, 25, 26, 27, 48 with Peter Pan where you caught him cheating on you?

“I’m going to pay Wendy a visit,” Peter announced.

He pecked me on the cheek and left the tent.

I pulled my diary out from the inside of the pillowcase on the bed we shared, flipped it open and started writing.

Wednesday 10th July 1954

I feel like Peter is avoiding me. Or holding something back or something. I don’t know. I dont think he’s lied to me but something isn’t right. I asked Felix yesterday about it and he says he hasn’t noticed anything.

He says that I’m just being paranoid.

But I know my Peter, I know when something’s off.

He keeps disappearing all the time. Like just now. This is the 4th time this week he’s gone to see Wendy… he never took much interest in her before.

I have that suspicion in the back of my mind that…

I close the book. Peter wouldn’t do this to me. He told me already, he just wants to find out more information about the truest believer from her.

But even so…

I couldn’t help myself. I’m a horrible person for not trusting my one true love.

I left the tent, following the path that led to the cages where Wendy was kept.

That’s when I realised I was being stupid. Peter loves me and he would never cheat on me with Wendy – or anyone. I’m just going to find him talking to her and he’ll be confused as to why I’ve followed him.

That’s it. That’s all that will happen.

Or so I thought.

Maybe I was right to be paranoid. I stopped a short distance from the cages. I’d heard something.

I couldn’t work out what it was but I didn’t have to wait long to hear it again: a girl’s moans.

No! No Y/N, not moans, groans more like. Pan is probably torturing her for information. How stupid of me to doubt Peter.

I walked through the foliage I was concealed behind with a smirk on my face ready to find Wendy in pain.

The smile dropped from my face instantaneously at the sight before me: Wendy on her back on the ground with Peter on top of her, kissing her hungrily, with his hands hidden underneath her dress which had rode up.

I couldn’t stop the “oh” that left my mouth.

That got their attention; the pair of them froze and Pan withdrew from her with a guilty look in his eyes to look at where I stood with my hand over my mouth and tears forming in my eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I choked. “I hate to interrupt.”

“Y/N, this isn’t what it looks like,” he said, holding up his hands in defence. He flashed Wendy, looking dishevelled back into her cage.

I laughed bitterly.

“Really? Because it seems to be exactly what it looks like!”

I stumbled back, ugly tears falling down my face. “How could you?” I mumbled.

I turned and ran. I couldn’t bear Pan to see me like this -I didn’t need him – and I didn’t even want to see his face.

I could hear him following me.

“C’mon Y/N, please. Just let me explain.”

“Leave me alone,” I yelled, wiping at my eyes because my vision was going blurry. I meant to take a sharp turn to lose him but I only succeeded in twisting my ankle.

Pan caught up to me, breathing hard.

He went to touch my ankle but I jerked it away despite the pain. I didn’t want him to touch me.

“Why did you follow me?” I cried.

“Because I love you Y/N, that’s why.”

“You have a fucking funny way of showing it,” I spat. He tried to sit next to me but I pushed him away and he fell a few feet away where he stayed.

“It meant nothing, Y/N. You know that. I love you, don’t you love me?”

Are you kidding me?

“I hate you!” I cried, hysterically. I grabbed leaves from the ground, with dirt on them and threw them at him.

“Aaah” Pan complained. “You got dust in my eyes.”

Oh you deserve so much worse than just dust.

“What did I do wrong, Pan?”

“Pan?”

I looked at him.

“You haven’t called me Pan in years.”

“Yeah, well I’d call you Peter if I felt like I knew who you are. You’re lying scum.”

“I’m sorry ok! Sometimes I just…”

My blood boiled again. “You just what, Pan?! You just what?!”

He paused for a long time. “I don’t know… I have needs I guess.”

“And I can’t satisfy them?!”

“Of course! Of course you can but-”

I cut him off. “It doesn’t matter. None of this matters. We’re over anyway because I’ve done something much worse.”

Pan raised one his god-forsaken eyebrows. “Something… worse?… What did you do?”

“Trusted you.”

I could feel my heart breaking into a million pieces. This was just hurting too much. I couldn’t take it.

“I want you to leave,” I said quietly.

“At least let me carry you back to camp.”

“GO AWAY! GO! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!”

“You don’t mean that,” said Pan, who was getting up apprehensively. “You’re just mad and-”

“And I have every right to be! I mean it! Go before I do something I’ll regret.”

He hesitated for a moment and I threw a stone at him.

He pretended not to notice the trail of blood dripping down his face. I started to feel slightly bad – No! I have no reason to. This is his fault, not mine.

As he walked away, he turned back one more time to say, “just tell me what to do to win you back.”

“Don’t you know?” I sobbed out. “Cheaters never win.”

He left. He left me there on the ground with a twisted ankle while the rain started to fall.