[Y/N]'s POV :
"I will not go through with this!" My fist were clenched along with my teeth as I glare at the five adults in front of me.
Regina crosses her arms and returns my glare."And why the hell not? This is my son's life we are talking about! Who cares if you break Pan's cold, dead heart?"
"I do!" By now I had my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, I'd fight if it meant I won't have to shatter anyone's heart. It was the most fragile organ we have and has the power to turn even the best people to the dark if broken. I swore that I would never use my siren powers to make anyone fall in love with me, it would turn me into a monster; an even worse monster than Rumple and Pan combined.
Snow held up her hands to me, her attempt at calming me down. "[Y/N], sweetheart...This is Henry's life we're talking about and your powers may be our only choice."
I shake my head and stare at the ground. They're adults, I should not have to explain to them why what they are asking me do is so dangerous. "No."
"No? What do you mean no?"
I meet Regina's eyes dead on. "I. Mean. No. That is my final answer, I won't argue about it any more."
"You're right. We won't argue about it anymore, because you are going to march your little siren ass to Pan's camp, make him fall in love with you, break his heart, then save my son's life." She marches up to me and shoves me against the nearest tree.
Rolling my eyes, I shove the Evil Queen off me. "Find another way," I snarl, before stalking off into the thick jungle.
I hear them call my name, but simply ignore them. Pushing through the dense underbrush, being careful not to touch anything poisonous; I let my mind reel with curses towards the people that thought they knew best. I understand their need to get Henry back, I mean, he is like a brother to me, I want to see him safe and sound too. However, there are other ways to get him back without messing with the most dangerous magic there is: Love. That is one thing even Rumple does not mess with and if he were with us I knew he would agree with me, even with his burning hatred towards the immortal Piper, Rumple knew the dangers of love far too well.
A sigh leaves my lips once I realize I was far enough away from the adults now. Looking around I find I had stumbled across a clearing. It was not a large clearing, maybe just enough to sprint a horse across it. Multi-colored flowers aligned the perimeter of the clearing, making the space seem brighter and more magical. But, what caught my attention was the large tree in the middle of the field, it was more wide than it was tall, with a lot of thick branches shooting out of it, and covered in bright red leaves.
I grin slightly and proceed to climb the tree. I manage to heave myself up to a somewhat curved branch that was perfect for sitting on, oddly enough, the bark of the tree actually felt kind of soft.
"That was quite a rebellion act...[Y/N]." I yelp in surprise at the sudden voice, almost losing my balance. My eyes dart around, trying to place where the voice was coming from. "Up here, love."
I throw my head back, my eyes locking with another person's. A boy, around my age, was casually lying on the branch above me. He had brown hair and green eyes that were swirling with mischief. He was wearing a patched up green tunic, with a leather belt to hold it in place, along with mouse brown pants and brown boots that went up to his knees. In his hands was a wooden flute, he was spinning the instrument lazily between his forefingers.
I matched his amused smirk with my own, "Peter Pan, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Is it?" He asks thoughtfully. "There have been many different reactions upon meeting me, but none quite like yours."
I laugh softly in amusement. "I figured."
He stares at me for a few second, before returning his gaze to his flute. "Why aren't you running away, or attempting to stab me with that sword of yours?"
Sighing, I stand up carefully on my branch, only to lean my arms on the branch he is sitting on. I was far enough away from his legs to not be a threat, yet close enough for him to see my face clearer. "I don't see the point in either reaction." I shrug like it is no big deal.
"How so?" He eyes me curiously.
I watch an ant crawl across the bark as I think about my answer. "The way I see it...If you are as dangerous as they tell me you are and you are going to kill me, I'd rather my last moments not be in fear or anger, but in peace. I've lived my life so far the way I wanted it, so I am at peace with dying-not that I want to die of course- but I have no reason to die with such negative emotions." I glance up to see Pan staring at me with an unreadable expression. "Oh," I smile sheepishly, "I apologize, Peter Pan, for I have bored you with my silly way of thinking."
"No..." He sits up, getting a better look at me. "Your way of thinking is rather...interesting."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"I'm not sure yet." His eyes suddenly light up in mischief. "Let's play a game."
I eye him carefully, "What kind of game?"
Pan smirks. "A fun one."
"Wow, thanks for narrowing that down for me." My voice drips with heavy sarcasm. "Why would you want to play a game with me anyway? It's clear you heard what they tried to talk me into doing, being around me is dangerous Peter Pan."
If my question took him by surprise, he doesn't show it. "You said no, very strongly at that."
"I could be lying."
"You're not. I know you're not."
"How? I haven't given you a reason to trust me."
"You haven't given me a reason to distrust you either."
My eyes meet his, I allow myself to smile ever so slightly. "The same goes for you, Peter Pan. You could be lying to me right now."
He nods in agreement, "I could be." He smirks again and drops out of the tree landing gracefully on his feet. "But none of that matters if we play the game. I don't ask for your trust, you don't ask for mine. Instead, we have fun, even if it is only for a short amount of time."
I consider this for a moment. What do I really have to lose? Peter is not asking for something big, just a small escape. If we are both able to forget about our problems, even for a tiny bit, why not do it?
"Alright." I call down to him, "I'll play your game. I am, however, warning you; I hate losing."
"And Peter Pan never fails!" He boasts.
I drop down beside him. "Is losing really failing? Or is it a chance to be something better?"
"Did you just contradict yourself?"
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Was Pan character too OOC? I wanted him to act slightly different around [Y/N], seeing as she was the only one who refused to act harshly against him without knowing him first. I also wanted to add in the fact that Pan is just a boy, he's curious. I guess that was my way of blending the Disney and OUAT Peter Pan together.
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