Peter Pan, my true love, King of Neverland, got jealous very easily. But it didn't happen too often because the boys had quickly learned I was Pan's property. But every so often, a boy might 'trip' into mermaid lagoon, or 'accidentally' walked off a cliff because he'd forgotten who I belonged to.
For example, a few years after we found out it was true love, one new boy got desperate. He had not been there long enough to comprehend Pan's protectiveness over me, so naturally, one day as I was practicing archery, a hand slapped over my mouth and dragged me into the brush. He barely got to reach for my shirt when he was hurled onto a tree a few meters away. I didn't even have to look to know Pan was standing there and his entire figure was Riddle with pure, unadulterated rage.
The boy was crying, screaming, whining, hiccuping, moaning, groaning, and all the other wet disgusting sounds a teenage boy could spew out. He appeared to be paralyzed with many obviously broken bones protruding from his flesh. Pan flicked his wrist and the boy disappeared to the single dungeon Pan kept hidden within the rock of the mountain where the only entrance was teleportation. I had never been personally but I knew by how Pan came back to the treehouse saturated in blood that didn't belong to him that it was not just a cell, but a torture chamber.
I never questioned him, I knew better, for Pan never hurt his boys unless it was a matter of my safety. And to be truthful, what he did made me feel safe.
Also, he looked sexy when he got possessive, more so than usual.
Immediately after Pan had deposited me on out bed at home and making sure that I was comfortable, he too disappeared to go take care of business. Felix stayed by my side and kept me company, he was the only one Pan trusted to be within five feet of me. I wasn't hurt, perhaps I had a bruise on my hip from where I'd fallen to the ground but that was it. Nevertheless, I stayed in bed, for I knew Pan would go out of his mind with worry if I didn't. Also, Felix might lose his life.
It was the next morning, probably around eighteen hours I guessed(though you could never be bloody sure because the sun never appeared in the skies of Neverland), before Pan returned. When he did, he was covered in splats of blood but the look on his face told me he'd gotten retribution on the boy.
So yes, I would say Pan got jealous occasionally.
But like I said,
He did look good on green.
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OUAT Peter Pan Imagines
FanfictionJust a bunch of random imagines for the Peter Pan from the show Once Upon A Time. DISCLAIMER- I don't own OUAT, (cries hysterically) but I am I crazy fangirl in love with Robbie Kay's Peter Pan