Okay so I love you guys a lot. I'm also wide awake at fucking 5 in the morning with tooth pains. So I wrote the final chapter.

I was gonna wait till tomorrow to post it anyway.

But screw it, here~

"I would have kept you, forever but we had to sever.
It ended for both of us, faster than a-
Kill off this thinking, it's starting to sink in.
I'm losing control now, and without you I can finally see!"

"Your promises, they look like lies
Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife."

-Attack by 30 Seconds to Mars

Past!

Arabella, ten years old, sat on the edge of the cliff that held Neverland's magical water. Her head was hung, staring at her feet that dangled above the world. Tears were streaming down her face. She wanted nothing more than to be back home with her Father.

She had been in Neverland for two days now. Peter and the Lost Boys were so nice and so welcoming to her.

Being so young innocent, she would never realize it was all because Peter had asked them to.

Made them.

She sighed as the tears kept coming, trying to control her breathing.

"Arabella?" she heard Peter's voice ask as he took a spot beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "What's wrong?"

Peter was still in his "I'm a good guy" act to lure her into the idea that Neverland was her new home.

For a while she stayed silent. Accepting Peter's embrace but breaking down further into her cries.

When her breakdown was over she wiped her eyes and then her nose, sniffing and looking back down to the tree tops below her feet.

"He called me BellaDonna," she said pausing as she took another breath and waited a moment to continue, "I miss my Papa."

"Neverland needs you," Peter said, rubbing her back, "Would you leave us?"

Arabella looked down to her feet. Of course she would leave. But she didn't want to say that out loud.

"Why do you need me?" She asked, looking up to him.

Peter, being fresh with this drawing to her, was taken aback.

"Because I need you," He said simply, looking down at her with an expression Arabella couldn't explain.

But something inside of Arabella's heart had told her that his answer was enough. Something told her he was enough.

Call it true love.

Unable to blossom in the age gap, but it was still very much a drawing of needing to stay together.

"You can call me that," she said.

"Call you what?" he asked.

"What my Father did. It'll make me feel more at home," she said, giving a weak smile as she looked up at him.

"Okay, BellaDonna," Peter said, smiling back at her and pulling her into a small embrace.

When she wasn't able to see his face anymore his smile turned into a wicked grin, his plan was working.

She was getting hooked.

He would have her all to himself.

All to Neverland.

This was the first time Peter Pan had ever used the nickname BellaDonna without trying to hurt her.

All other times were an attack.

A way to upset her, to make her feel the pain of losing her Father.

The first time ever that he had said it with intentions of making her smile.

But surely not the last time he would.

"I have never seen you act that way before,
Totally exposed.
As you throw away the love that we made,
And nothing's going to change that hopeless feeling,
I get when you say you'll understand,

And I know you can't.
I want to believe you,
But I can't feel a thing"

-Dyed in the Wool by Circa Survive

Present!

"Oh I don't think so, Dearie," Arabella heard Rumple's voice say as he exited the shop behind Peter.

Before she had time to react, he waved a hand and froze her.

Now, Arabella may be strong, but understand that even the strongest of people can be caught in a trap when caught off guard.

Now Peter had the group frozen, Arabella had Peter frozen and Rumple had her frozen.

Everyone was in a web.

A very complicated web.

But, to make matters worse, Arabella was unable to move or speak.

"You see, as much as you have every reason to," Rumple started as he walked between her and Peter, "I have more of a right to this than you do."

'Understandable,' she thought, her anger still strong, but when she had been frozen her magic fog had disappeared. Her heart was still in her hand.

"Besides, there's more questions I can answer that Peter can't," He said, turning to look at her with a "I-know-it-all" look as he flicked his hand, "Well. I guess it'd be more along the lines of helping you realize something."

"Quite, Rumple," Peter growled.

If she could move, she'd show her confusion.

But alas she remained still as he continued to talk.

"You see, I killed your Father," Rumple said, "But you see, Peter was the reason he wanted to die."

"SILENCE," Peter yelled.

"Do you remember when I said when he lost you, he had lost all his reason for living?"

"RUMPLE," Peter continued to protest, loudly and furiously.

"No..." she thought.

"Yes," he said, as if he could hear her thoughts, "Peter took you from him and never told him that you were still alive. We all thought you were dead. And thus, he tricked me into stealing the dagger and taking the powers for myself."

Arabella's throat moved under the spell as she swallowed hard.

"He did a lot more planning with you than you thought he did."

Peter's face stayed frozen in anger, but he had nothing to say.

Arabella stared at him, as if she was able to move anything anyway. A tear fell down her face.

Peter Pan was the one who single-handedly ruined her entire life. Even without her heart she was able to feel the pain of this utter betrayal.

Why would fate do this to her?

Curse her to love someone who was so dark?

Well, being born from the dark magic of the Dark One, it made sense. Perhaps the world had intentions for her to be just as evil as he.

Perhaps they planned for her to fall with him.

At the moment she wanted nothing more than to curl up and die.

She didn't even care about her vengeance from Peter.

She just didn't want to feel anymore.

"You see, Papa," Rumple said sarcastically as he turned his back to Arabella and faced his Father head on, "Lies have speed, but truth has endurance. Do you remember when I said I sent my shadow away to hide something?" he asked, raising his hand to the sky.

In a mere moment, Rumple's shadow appeared and handed him the dagger.

"Let's end this," he said, walking over to Peter.

"Rumple, don't," Peter said, fear spreading across his face as he tried to move away. But, alas, Arabella's magic was too strong, "Bella.." He paused, looking over to her, guilt spread across his face as if he just realized the full extent of everything he had done, "Bella let me go!"

Another tear slid down her face.

She tried to scream to him that she couldn't, she can't even move. She tried to scream that even if she could, she more than likely wouldn't.

"I love you, Peter," she thought, "In the most hateful way I could ever imagine."

Rumple pulled himself into an embrace with his dear old Dad, drawing the dagger back and stabbing it into his back.

As the dagger drew into Peter's flesh, Arabella felt as if her heart snapped into a thousand pieces. When the smoke clouded over them she felt as though she had lost Peter completely and forever. She thought him to be dead and it killed her more than she honestly thought it would. She felt her magic leaving Peter's body, meaning that she was no longer freezing him in place.

Even after everything.

Even with her heart not being inside of her chest.

When she wasn't even supposed to feel.

She still felt the love for him as if it were apart of her very soul.

And she mourned.

She mourned eternally for the love of her life. Never did she think he would actually die, no matter how bad she may have wanted it to happen. Her emotions conflicted against each other as her face turned into a fountain of waterworks, pouring on to the asphalt below her.

But when the smoke cleared Rumple was left embracing a much older man who looked as though he was on his death bed.

"Rumple," the older man weakly said, just loud enough for Arabella to hear, "Rumple it's not to late, take the dagger out. We can start over, we can have the life we always anted. A fresh start," he smiled, a tear falling down his face as he turned his head to look at Rumple, "Take out the dagger," He repeated, "I can go back to my form. Me, you and Arabella can go to Neverland and start over. We can have a happy ending."

(Okay at this note, I don't want you to imagine the actor that played Malcolm, Peter's older form. Because I have full faith in the idea that Robbie Kay is going to age a lot better than that man.)

Peter? Was that Peter?

"Oh, Papa," Rumple said, sarcasm lining his voice, "You expect me to allow a twenty year old woman be my step-mother? Besides, we're villains, and villains don't get happy endings."

That was Peter! W-Why did he look so.. so old? Regardless, he was still alive and Arabella began to struggle against Rumple's magic to break free. Peter said he could return to his form. She could still save him to return to his former self.

The revelation she saw in Peter's eyes at the moment of his potential death was enough to show her he was still worth fighting for.

Perhaps she would never forgive him, but she wasn't about to live without him.

But he sure as hell was going to explain himself, and the reason why his true form appears to be that of an older man.

Arabella began to move ever so slightly as Rumple turned his head toward the group frozen before them.

"Bae. You mean the world to me. I regretted letting you go the moment I did, and I spent my life looking for you ever sense. I made this curse to find you, and I'm sorry for everything I've ever done. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

"Rumple.." Peter groaned, sounding pained.

Arabella twitched her hand, the concentration of moving starting to show in her face ever so slightly.

"Belle," Rumple said, smiling, "You made me strong. Our love made me strong, and you made me a better man. I love you, Belle. But doing this costs a price. A price I'm finally willing to pay."

Rumple's hand gripped the dagger tighter as he began to twist the blade.

"NOOOOOOO," Arabella screamed, the strength in her emotions bursting Rumple's magic from her body. The force of the magic leaving her body shot a small force out of her, causing Rumple to stumble and release the dagger, stepping to the side to avoid falling. Arabella clutched her heart tight in her hands, but not tight enough to hurt herself.

Peter fell to his knees, slowly dying as the blade was turned just enough to cause a gold light seeping from the wound to slowly make him disintegrate into thin air.

"Peter!" Arabella yelled, running forward, her warm fountain of tears still falling from her face.

Rumple swiped his hand, causing her to fly backwards. Arabella quickly shoved her heart into her chest, mid-air, to prevent falling on it and risk and accidental death.

Rumple jumped up, looking angry as she jumped back to her feet.

"What are you doing?!" He growled.

Arabella swiped her hand, her emotions still fueling her as she sent Rumple flying down the street. He hit the ground hard and seemed to have been knocked unconscious.

Taking the time she had, Arabella ran over and kneeled in front of Peter, bringing her hands up as if to touch him, but she was so scared of hurting him.

His frame was beginning to be transparent.

"Peter," she sobbed, "Peter what do I do?"

Peter, with a smile forming across his face, reached up and put a hand on her face to cup half of it.

She leaned into his touch, taking in the features of the older Peter. He was still gorgeous, his green eyes still capable of penetrating her very soul. It felt weird to love such an older looking man, but she didn't care. It was still Peter.

It was still her true love.

"Arabella," He croaked, coughing up a bit of blood as more of his frame began to disappear, "Arabella I'm sorry I am such an ass," he said, almost laughing.

Arabella chocked on her own saliva as she coughed and leaned her head down on his shoulder, wrapping her arms around him as she sobbed into him, careful not to touch the dagger dug into his back. She didn't want to do anything to quicken the pace of his death.

"I'm sorry," he said, still sounding pained, "I'm sorry I never told you."

"T-Told me what?" she sobbed, pulling away but keeping her arms around him as she looked back into his eyes.

Half of her mind told her that he was apologizing for not telling her how he controlled her entire life.

"Telling you that... That I love you," he said, smiling as he leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of her forehead, "I.. I ran from it. I thought you were a weakness, and I convinced myself of it."

"I love you too, Peter," she chocked, her sobs becoming stronger.

"I don't have a lot of time," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Every thought of how to save him rang through her head, and she kept coming up with nothing.

Or, perhaps there was something.

Reaching her hand into her chest, Arabella removed her heart for one last time.

"Put it back, Arabella. You deserve life more than I do," Peter said, sounding worried as he tried to struggle from her. But his weakness only caused him to fall over on his side, "Please," he begged.

Arabella leaned down further with her upper half of her body, as she was still on her knees, "Peter you would get your power back, and mine. It would save your life."

"I'm aware, but you deserve it more," He said.

His face was peeling away into small fragments, floating away into the air. He looked like a picture someone was trying to erase bit by bit.

"Perhaps we both do," she said, another tear falling down her face as she smiled, "Perhaps love never fails," she said, repeating herself from the moment back in skull rock.

Peter looked up at her in wonder and fear as Arabella gripped her heart. The pain from her squeeze caused her face to scrunch up in pain. She squeezed harder and twisted it. One hand going forward, the other going back.

Her heart snapped, causing her to lose her breath and drop it.

Arabella's hands hit the pavement as she tried to regain herself, Peter desperately trying to reach over to her.

"Bella!" he yelled, scared that he would watch her die before he had a chance to die himself.

Arabella smiled as she looked down to see her heart separated in two, proud of herself that her plan had worked.

Even if it hadn't, she wouldn't have wanted to live without him anyway.

Quickly, as Peter was almost nothing but air, she picked up half of her heart and slammed it into his chest.

A wave of gold light burst through the area, throwing her backwards. Her head hit a fire hydrant on the other side of the road she was thrown to. She never lost consciousness, but her vision waved into blurred colors.

The next thing she felt was a warmth in her chest, feeling her heart be apart of her once more, and strong arms pick her up. Looking up, she tried to focus on the face.

"Relax, BellaDonna, I've got you," the voice mused.

Arabella leaned her head into the chest of the one holding her, the heartbeat sounding all to familiar. It made her comfortable as she rested one of her hands on the chest, as if to try and feel closer to it.

She felt wind on her face and through her hair.

Flying?

Her vision cleared and she saw Peter. The young Peter, the one she fell in love with.

That fucking asshole that she loved more than her very life.

Back to his normal, young self.

"Where are we going," she questioned, whispering into his chest.

"Back to Neverland," he said, "To spend the rest of our eternity together."

Arabella smiled and curled into him, reaching her arms up to go around his neck as she planted a kiss onto his cheek. Peter turned his head to her, a smile going across his as he planted one on her lips.

Their eternity together.

Yeah.

She liked the sound of that.

Fin.

I HAVE DECIDED THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL.

BECAUSE I TOOK A SHOWER BEFORE I WROTE THIS AND CAME UP WITH AN AWESOME IDEA.

STAY TUNED.

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Haven't decided what I'm going to name it, but I'll put the name of this story in the description so you know where to go~

I end this story of true love and want to tell you to never accept anything less than what you deserve.

Not what you THINK you deserve.

Because you all deserve the best, regardless of your past.

I would like to make note that no one deserves to be manipulated or controlled.

To my fellow Peter Pan lovers, you deserve much better than Once Upon a Time's Peter Pan.

You deserve a woman/man of good will, good spirit and kind nature to treat you like the Queen/King you are.

Perfection in love doesn't mean it won't have it's flaws.

It's taking those flaws and helping each other become better people.

It's a team effort, and nothing less.

So go forth and love, strive for happiness and above all;

Don't accept any bullshit.

Love,

Marty Bum