Peter Pan Imagines (OUAT)

Archery 101

[Y/N]' s POV:

"Just shoot straight."

I lower the bow in my hand and stare dully at the boy next to me. "Oh thank you! That helped so much, if only I had know that when I first began! Shoot straight. The secret to archery!"

Felix glares down at me. "Careful [Y/N]. I could still kill you."

"No you can't. And you know you can't."

His eyes roll in annoyance, "Whatever. Get someone else to teach you, I'm done." With that, the blond stalked away. For a split second I considered shooting him while his back was turned, then I realized; I can't even knock an arrow without almost killing myself.

With an tired sigh, I plop harshly onto the ground. "I'm useless." I announce to the empty space around me. "Complete and utterly useless-well, I can swing a sword around and hit stuff by accident...does that count?"

"Did you actually expect that bush to answer you, [Y/N]?"

I'm not even surprised to hear Peter's voice. Pan does know everything. "I was kinda hoping."

I hear him snort, "As long as it didn't answer back, I believe you're still sane."

"Please." I scoff, finally rising to my feet and facing Peter. "I was never sane to begin with, my father made sure of that."

Peter smirks in amusement, "yes I suppose the Mad Hatter's daughter would know all about insanity."

"More than you could ever dream." I mutter to myself.

"What was that?" He asks with a taunting smirk.

"Nothing," I sigh.

A comfortable silence fell over us, I kept me gaze on the bow in my hands, and Peter was staring at a bundle of red flowers on the ground. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever fit in at Neverland. Not only am I the only girl, I also can't hunt, neither could I climb a tree, shoot an arrow, hell, I can't even walk a straight line without tripping and falling on my face. And I knew I'd never leave, Peter wouldn't allow it. But how could I live in a place I don't belong? I practically have to be babysat.

"Do you want me to teach you?"

I jump at the sudden question, completely lost in the conversation. "What?"

Peter raises an eyebrow, "I said I could teach you."

"Teach me what?"

He gives me a dull look. "How to shoot an arrow, [Y/N], keep up would you?"

"Oh..." I glance at the bow again, "I mean I wouldn't mind...But just to warn you, I suck."

The immortal teenager rolls his eyes. "That's why you have to be taught. You're not going to become Robin Hood over night."

My nose wrinkles at the mention of the middle aged thief, we've had some bad encounters in the past. "Who on earth would want to be that crook?"

"Just shut up and let me teach you how to shoot the bloody arrow."

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"How the hell is that even possible?" Peter and I both stared at the arrow that somehow did a complete one eighty and lodged its self just inches from Peter's face. Just to clear the air, Peter had been standing behind me, a place we never thought the arrow would go.
We were wrong, we just don't know how.

"I take back what I said earlier," Peter continued, " you can't be taught."

"I told you." I mutter in a small voice, turning my attention to the ground in shame.

Peter lets out a long sigh and motions me over to him with two fingers. "Come here."

Cautiously I step closer to him. But apparently I was moving to slow for Peters taste because he impatiently grabs my wrist and yanked me into his chest, turning me around in the process.

His front was pressed firmly against my back as he gingerly guided my hands to the proper position on the bow. "Keep your back straight." His breath fanned against the crook of my neck as his soft voice washed over me; the tender moment was ruined as Peter bucked his hips forward, 'straightening my back'. The movement caused me to squeak in surprise, and I felt knots twist in my stomach.

Peter continued to calmly correct my position-as if he didn't just dry thrust on me-moving my feet with a slight tap of his heel, guiding my shoulders with his own; if we were any closer we'd be one person. I on other hand was freaking out, no one had ever touched me the way Peter had.

Ever so slowly he pulls the bow taunt. "Breath in," He whispers.
I do as told.

"And..." He moves my hand and the bow ever so slightly towards the center of the target, "breath out." In that moment 'we' release our hold on the arrow.

It hits the target head on.

I was so over come with joy I didn't even care that it was Pan that just taught me how to shoot an arrow, I whip around and throw my arms around his neck.

I assume he was a little taken aback, seeing he didn't hug back for two heart beats and just as I was about to step away, Peter slowly wraps his arms around my waist. A small grin plays on my lips as I nuzzle my face into his chest, this was a start to an everlasting friendship...maybe more.

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So....that was boring and stuff...like in the last A/N, I need some more ideas, please don't be scared to request anything.