Warning!!!!! - Insults ahead! If people insulting your body image or weight upsets you, do not read ahead!!!!

You had done it now. You had never seen Peter so mad at anyone, but especially not someone he loved as much as you. But he was angry, and you were going to pay for it.

What had you done that was so bad? Well, you had always been a little rebellious at home. You didn't take anything from anyone. If someone was brave enough to say something rude to you, you quickly put them in their place. You weren't afraid of anyone or anything, as your strength was enough to take down grown men if they dared even look at you wrong.

You were taking care of one of the younger Lost Boys who had gotten hurt when a group of older boys walked over to harass you, commenting rudely on your relationship with Peter and telling you to get back in your place as Mother and housewife. You knew who they were; they were the camp's most annoying troublemakers and cowards: Ryan, Mike, and Brandon.

Peter was on a special trip to Skull Island to visit his hourglass, and Felix had left earlier on a hunting trip. You sighed to yourself as you realized they wouldn't leave you alone unless one of the two leaders came back and forced them to, but neither planned to be back until nightfall.

They didn't accept Peter's decision to treat you like a real Lost Boy, and they were going to make sure you knew that. They insulted everything about you, including your clothes, your personality, your talents, even your hometown. You tried to ignore it and focus on the Lost Boy in front of you, who looked up at you pathetically from time to time as he heard to awful things they were saying, but you wanted to show him the best way to beat these pathetic boys; with silence.

You tuned them out until you heard one thing that you couldn't ignore. "Hey, fatty! I know you hear us! What, is the fat clogging your ears? Or is it just too much work for you to turn your fat neck around to even look at us?" Mike challenged you, his words cutting holes into your already shredded confidence.

"Man, boys, I just don't know how Pan stands her. He honestly has the fattest girlfriend in the entire world, she should be making money off of "My Six Hundred Pound Life" instead of being here on this island," Ryan added with a chuckle.

"I'd say Pan might be impressed with her chest, but there's nothing there. Maybe if she took some of her fat and added it there Pan wouldn't be so grouchy all of the time," Brandon chimed in with a smirk on his face.

You couldn't contain yourself anymore. They made fun of your two biggest insecurities and even blamed Peter's unhappiness on your worthlessness. You already loathed yourself for these reasons, but they made it even worse.

You emitted a low growl before turning around to face them, pulling your fist back and punching Brandon in the face with every ounce of strength you had.

Brandon fell to the ground with a yell, clutching his nose while trying to contain the crimson liquid that oozed from it. You leaped onto him, continuing your barrage of attacks. You hit anywhere you could reach, and you didn't stop for anything.

The other two boys rushed in to help their friend, but there was nothing they could do. You quickly pinned whoever tried to touch you, giving them the same treatment you gave Brandon. A large group formed around the four of you as you continued to beat the boys as savagely as you could, but you didn't care about spectators. Red fogged your vision, making it the only thing you could see as you made them pay for being as rude as they were.

"What's going on here?" you heard an all to familiar voice boom across the camp. The group quickly dispersed as the boys tried to distance themselves from the situation as their feared leader came into view. But there was nothing to hide the involvement of you and the three instigators; your knuckles were red raw and covered in blood that wasn't your own, while the boys bled and showed early signs of major bruising.

"I asked a question, I expect an answer," Peter growled at the four of you, "What happened while I was gone?"

You weren't in the mood to talk to anyone, not even Peter. Anger continued to course through your veins, and your teeth clenched as you replayed the last few moments in your head. You looked over at the other three, wondering how they would explain it, only to find that they were whimpering in place as they coddled their injuries.

Peter was going to yell again when another voice spoke up. "T-they were saying really mean things to Mommy and she fighted them," the little Lost Boy you had been helping said quietly.

His name was Benjamin, and he was the youngest Lost Boy in the group at three years old. Peter was strolling around the other worlds when he watched a pair of negligent parents throw Benjamin out on the street. Since then, Benjamin was a Lost Boy, and he saw you and Peter as his actual parents. You were glad to fill the role, and even though he didn't show it, Peter was too.

"Boys, go, now," Peter spat through clenched teeth while his eyes stayed locked on you. They quickly got up and left, while Benjamin waddled over to his tent on the other side of camp.

You had done it now. You had never seen Peter so mad at anyone, but especially not someone he loved as much as you. But he was angry, and you were going to pay for it.

You broke one of his biggest rules; no one hurts his Lost Boys. The glare in his eyes told you that you were in big trouble. You gasped when you saw that, backing up and throwing your arms up in surrender and fear as you prepared yourself for what was next. Your teeth were clenched tighter than ever before, and your whole body was tense as you turned your head away to protect your face.

But then something happened that you didn't expect; Peter stopped. He looked at you confusedly as he tried to figure out why you were acting like that. When you no longer heard him, you looked up at him, fear shining in your eyes. That's when it clicked.

You were afraid of him.

Peter sighed, almost rolling his eyes as he realized why you were afraid. "Honestly love, do you really think I would ever hurt you?" he asked, his voice soft yet annoyed at the same time.

"Y-you look really angry..." you stuttered, your voice quiet and fragile as you tried not to provoke him.

"I'm angry at them," Peter snarled, "But I want to know what happened to my princess."

"I was stitching up Ben when the three of them came over to start trouble, like always. They were just trying to insult me, and they did a good job at trying to cover everything. They made fun of my looks, my personalities, my hometown, everything. I was doing a good job of tuning them out," you sighed, "But then..."

"Then what?" Peter asked, his eyebrows raising.

You shook your head as you buried your head in your knees and tried not to cry. You didn't want to tell Peter what they said; you couldn't admit that it bothered you that much.

You felt him sit next to you. "Love, tell me what happened, please?" he asked as he rubbed your back softly. Peter Pan never said please for anything. This had to be important.

"T-they called me f-f-fat, and said my chest w-was too small to keep you h-happy," you said through broken sobs as Peter's face went red with anger.

"They did what?!" he growled.

"They t-told me I couldn't k-keep you happy," you repeated, "S-so I beat them until all I s-saw was red."

"Darling, I'm proud of you. Those boys won't mess with you for a while after that; you really put them in their place. But don't you dare think for a moment that you are not good enough to keep me happy. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my thousands of years of living now that I have you. You are perfect; there isn't a bit of fat on you, and I'm quite pleased with your figure," Peter consoled you as he wrapped his arms around you.

You sniffled as you wiped the tears off of your face. "P-Peter?" you asked softly.

"Yes, darling?"

"I need to finish stitching Benjamin," you smiled softly. He chuckled.

"Maybe Ben can help clean you up first; you've got blood all over you," Peter smiled as he helped you stand up.

"That's a great idea."
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I finally finished a one-shot! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in the longest time! It's probably been since the beginning of the school year since I updated, and I'm so sorry! There hasn't been a bit of time or creative energy to update any of my books, but hopefully, as the summer rolls around, I will start regularly updating again. Hopefully, this story meets your liking for now!