Peter Pan Imagines (OUAT)

Don't Mess With Pan

[N/N]- Nickname

So, yeah this isn't really a one-shot...more like a chapter...but whatever. Most of my one-shots will be like this anyway.

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So apparently, attempting to murder the 'king' of Neverland was a big no-no in the Lost Boy rule book.

If they hated me before, they were ready to tear me limb from limb now.

As soon as my knife drew blood upon Pan's neck, I was ripped harshly away from the immortal teen and thrown into a tree. My head met the bark with a sickening crack; I was out instantly. I woke up twice, only to be surrounded by bamboo bars and an empty jungle.

But the last time I wake up, the cage I had been thrown into was resting on the ground, with the door wide open. For a split second, I almost bolted out of the cage, but I soon came to my senses and leaned back leisurely against the bamboo bars. I let a smirk slide onto my chapped lips. "Alright Pan, I was going to humor you by running...but now that I think about it, this cage has kind of grown on me."

Leaves rustle to my left, carrying the sound of someone stomping heavily through the underbrush. With a content sigh, I let my eyes close- just to piss him off even more. It takes a little more of my control to stay calm as Pan grabs the collar of my shirt, pulling me close to his face. "What is wrong with you?" He asks through clenched teeth.

I shrug, keeping my eyes closed. "I don't know yet, but rest assured, I'll figure it out soon."

"Look at me!" His breath fans over my face, smelling oddly of pine. Do the Lost Boys even have toothpaste?

With a mock sigh, I open my eyes slowly, only to grin cheekily at the boy. "You're even hotter up close Pan."

Something passes over his eyes, but the emotion is gone before I have a chance to analyze it. "You're walking on thin ice, love."

"Love?" I question innocently. Tilting my head to the side, I let my eyes soften and, without warning, I lean up ever so slightly and kiss the tip of Pan's nose. Never breaking eye contact with the green-eyed immortal. 

"[Y/N]..."  I'd never admit it to Peter, but I quite like the sound of my name on his lips.

"Yes, Peter?" I blink lazily.

He grabs my jaw harshly. I'll admit the action took me a bit by surprise, resulting in a very soft gasp coming from me. I know he heard it; we were close enough that it would have been impossible for Peter not to hear it. His gaze turns to ice again as he pushes my face away. He springs to his feet and slams the cage door shut, not once does he look back as he says, "Never do that again." I find no emotion in his voice whatsoever.

Peter does not visit me for a whole week, only having Felix bringing me food in the mornings and night, as another Lost Boy-Caleb- gives me a cup of water in the middle of the day. I spent most of that week reconstructing my life, questioning everything, and wishing for a proper shower. If Peter didn't drive me insane first, my stench sure would.

When Peter finally does visit me, I can tell he has done a lot of thinking. "Let's play a game, [N/N]."

"Let's not, Pete."

I hear him take a deep breath through his nose, "I'm afraid you have no choice."

In a flash, I am standing against the bars, my hands gripping Peter's upper arms in a vice grip. "There is always a choice.  Everything has a loophole, Peter Pan. Eve-ry-thing."  I haven't a clue as to why I felt the need to express that so strongly to Peter, something in me just snapped.

We stare in each other's eyes for two heartbeats when Peter, not so inconspicuously, looks down at my hands squeezing the life out of his arms. "Oh. Sorry." I release my grip and take a large step back from him.

He takes another deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily. "I seriously don't know why I haven't killed you. I've never meet someone as infuriating as you in my life."

I shrug, "What can I say, I'm quite the charmer."

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How was it, seriously? If it's bad please tell me and I'll stop.

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