Masterlist for Peter Pan fanfiction

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters and I don’t make any money from them.

This masterlist contains fics I have written from Peter Pan and it took a long time to put together. The majority of these stories were written in 2004 and 2005. Peter Pan was my first fandom I wrote fics for and many of these fic deal with rape and violence and was very much a way for me to deal with things that happened to me. Several fic includes minors in sexual situation, which is NOT a kink of mine, but rather a way to convey how utterly helpless one is in a situation like this. As a result I’m not altogether comfortable with a great deal of my earliest writings. After some thinking I have decided to pull some fics completely, so this masterlist is not complete. There are still plenty left that can trigger, so please heed the warnings. I may also remove more fics, eventually.

Feedback is, as always, welcome. Multi-chapters are linked off-site due to the was LJ display posts. They can be read here, though, just find the title in the tags. Stories are also archived at An Archive of Our Own (in the process of uploading) Fanfiction.com (up to R-rating).

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On writing

I compiled a masterlist for my Peter Pan fics today, I have been writing for eleven years now and those fics were they first I wrote. I have re-read them all and it amazes me what a long journey I have been travelled.

I thought my life was pretty good eleven years ago. I had a long-time boyfriend, a little kid and a job I liked. There were those episodes of depression, but I worked hard to not think about that. I worked hard not to think about a lot of things. Then I started to write.

It went from not having written for years to frantically writing every free moment I had and thinking about writing when I couldn't actually write, which was fairly often as small children need a lot of care. It was so strange and looking back I can't believe how it could take me such a long time to realise that what I was doing was self-therapy. I wrote practically non-stop for 18 months. By the end of that time I still had a little kid, but the rest was gone. No relationship, no work, but also no more depression. I didn't stop writing, but I didn't felt the urgent need to write and I was busy re-building my life into the life I really wanted, so it was pretty much put on the back-burner..

And I got it. I met my husband and I got a better job. The kid is well, but also a teenager and a very independent one as that. On the whole, things are better than I could ever imagine they could be eleven years ago.

I got the urge to start writing again a couple of months ago when I lost a relative, but I'm starting to feel I have got a bit of a balance again. And I have got into the habit of writing again. I don't feel the frenzy anymore, instead I have started to give me time to write for an hour or so every time. It feels pretty wonderful, I can tell you. And though I still write things off my chest and feel better for it, and I still like to write darker stuff, I find that I can also write things that are lighter and funnier and that feels good too.

In short, I'm glad to be back writing and that I have found a couple of new friends that I can fandom obesess with. I don't think I will stop writing again now, because there is actually a place for it in my life and not just snatched moment.