Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

The Runt

I woke up next to Peter, my boyfriend of about two years. If there was such thing as time on Neverland. I woke the same way as always, one hand on his chest and his arm around my waist- pulling me in tight. He stirred about five minutes later and opened his green eyes, now glazed with sleep, into my wide, ocean blue ones. My eyes changed color. They are blue when I'm happy, a heartbreaking gray when I'm sad, a stormy seas gray when I'm angry, green when I'm confused, a sad gray-blue when I'm scared, and a heart wrenching mixture where my eyes flash different colors quickly when I am betrayed. But they were currently more blue than anything else.
Peter smiled a beautiful smile at me and pulled me closer- if that was even possible.
We quietly chatted about plans for the day. I had become Peter's second in command, leaving Felix at third. I had every right and privilege Peter had, but I technically had to listen to his orders. But he never orders me around. We run the camp together and work side by side. We split the lost boys in two. He trains one half and I the other. I train exactly the same as Peter did- I didn't get all mushy and never hesitated to injure a student. That's how Peter did it- and it worked so I do it the same.
I also have complete freedom to give orders. I can make the lost boys do as I say, I'm like the female Peter Pan. They treat me with just as much respect as they do Peter. I never call him Peter I front go the lost boys though. He wants me to call him Pan around them, and that's good with me.
Back to reality. Peter said they got a new lost boys last night, and he was going to be in my group. I mentally sighed. I already had to remember the names of around 100 lost boys, and now another name. I stink with names. I got up and went to find this new lost boy along with Peter.
I found him. He was a disappointment. He came with a brother, who was just as bad. The two were clumsy and awkward and really slow. I had to train one of them. I greeted my new lost boy.
"Hello. I'm Abigail. You should call me Miss. I'm going to be training you."
The boy smiled. "I'm Joshua. My friends call me Josh."
I just looked at him, making sure I looked strong during my first impression. "Then that means I will call you Joshua. I am not your friend. Ally and leader yes, but not a friend." I stated.
Joshua nodded and ran off. Peter turned to me. "You looked tough. Nice job!"
I rolled my eyes. "Did you ever doubt me?"
"No." He simply replied.
I smirked, "As it should be." I kissed his cheek and walked off to train the runt named Joshua.