Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

Quartering arrangements(Felix smut)

[your POV]

"Well, you're getting a bit older Y/N, you're body is... changing." Peter said uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. I sighed exasperatedly and tossed my head back at the ceiling.

"But that doesn't mean have to have a flatmate, Peter!" I argued. Peter groaned.

"You do! But it's okay, it'll be with someone I trust." Peter concluded. I crossed my arms and huffed, plopping myself down on a log near the fire. Peter stood and looked around, a wave of lost boys running over to his side.

"You trust me Pan! Y/N can sleep in my tent!" one chimed.

"No, you trust me more! Lemme bunk with your sister! I'll keep 'er safe!" another said. Peter shook his head and waved his hand, silencing the boys.

"I feel that Y/N will be most safe with..." He tapped his chin as he pretended to think. I rolled my eyes and scoffed loudly.

"Oi, get on with it already!" I scowled. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Okay, okay. I choose...Felix."

My jaw dropped to the ground. Of all the people my asshole brother could stick me with, it had to be Felix. Felix looked up from his place across the fire and stopped sharpening his knife.

"Him?!" I yelled at Peter. Peter nodded and turned to face me.

"Well, Felix is the only other one with a tree-house AND there's an extra room due to. . .Rufio's death." Peter said. I growled and I could hear Felix groan loudly. Peter chuckled.

"Well, better show her the ropes there, mate. Go ahead and get situated." Peter said, giving Felix a hearty pat on the back. Felix growled and stood swiftly to his feet. He walked in front of me and lead me to his tree-house.

He opened the door for me as I stepped inside. I was still pouting with my arms cross and jaw locked in place.

"This is the living room type area," Felix said as he gave me a tour of his place, "and this is the kitchen, you can eat whatever you'd like just don't eat it all," he then walked up a staircase with me on his tail. "This is my room," he said opening a door that lead to a well portioned room, then he shut it and pivoted on his heel, turning to the door behind you, "and this is your room." He said as he turned the knob and let the door swing open on it's own. The room was much smaller than his own, a cot was tucked away in the corner, a dresser was squashed next to it, not really anything else. I turned around and glared at him.

"I will have you know, Felix, that I did not want to have you as a flatmate. I would've been fine with Curly or Nibs or Tootles, hell I would've been fine with Slightly even! But NO, Peter just had to stick me with you and now you're not even letting me have a nice room! I mean, you should at least treat me like a nice guest--"

Before I could finish, Felix crashed his lips upon mine, cutting me off mid sentence. He kissed with such passion, I melted into to his hands like putty instantly. I began to kiss him back with just as much passion. I placed my hands on the sides of his face and pulled him closer to me, his hands trailed down and found my hips tugging me closer to his body. As Felix pulled back, a string of drool stretched between the two of us.

"What was that for?" I breathed.

"To shut you up." he retorted.