Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

Shower of pain(PAN)

"I'm taking a shower if anyone needs me!" Pan yelled downstairs into the den.

The boys were sitting in front of the tv watching Die Hard as Curly and the Twins decorated the Christmas tree.

"Cool." Rufio said, not even turning his head.

And thank goodness too, for Pan was wearing nothing but his robe.

Pan rolled his eyes and pivoted on his heels as he ascended up the stairs to the bathroom.

"Oh, and I'll have Wham! playing as loud as I am in bed." He called over his shoulder. He paused to listen for any groans or complaints, but instead he just hear Bruce Willis yell very loudly, "Yippee-Ki-aye-motherfucker!" on account of Rufio turning up the volume on the tv.

Pan rolled his eyes again and closed the door to the bathroom behind him.

He untied his robe and let drop to the floor in a heap. He pressed the 'play' button on his radio and turned up the volume as loud as it would go.

Ooh woah
Ah ahhhh

Pan stepped into the shower and turned on the water, sticking a hand under the faucet to test the water temp. Once it was warm enough for the boy-king, he pulled the plug and the flipped the water to the shower head, letting it rain down on him.

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away," Pan sang at the top of his lungs, very off key. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special."

Pan closed his eyes and began to wet his hair.

"Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance but you still catch my eye,"

With his eyes still closed, Pan blinded groped around for his shampoo bottle.

"Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year it doesn't surprise me,"

Pan reached his hand out and absentmindedly smacked the bottle off the shelf.

Sending it spiraling through the air and on to his foot.

"I wrapped it up and--fuck! Oh fucking hell! The bloody hurt! Ow! Goddamnit motherfucker! Damn shampoo bottle! Oh bloody hell! Fucking shit! Shitty shitty shit shit! Shitty fuck! OWWWW!!" Pan yelled, clutching his foot as he eased himself to the floor of the tub. "Oh, hell! FELIX! FELIX! GODDAMNIT! FELIX!"

~*~

"You guys hear something?" Rufio asked the others. Slightly looked around and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't hear nothin' Ruf. Maybe you're hearin' things again." He said.

"I've never heard things." Rufio argued.

"Have too."

"Have not."

"Have too."

"Have not."

"Have too."

"Have no-"

"Okay, okay enough out of the both of you," Felix said as he came around the corner from the kitchen. "Just watch the movie, I'm sick of hearing you kids doing nothing but fight."

"But I don't wanna watch the movie." Slightly whined. Felix glared.

"Watch the movie or help me clean up dinner. Your choice."

Slightly groaned and turned his attention back to the movie.

Felix smirked to himself and went back into the kitchen.

"Whatever, mom." Rufio grumbled.

Felix whipped back around the corner and everyone jumped to their feet, pointing at Rufio.

"He said, not us!" The Twins said in union.

Felix shook his head, "No, I don't care about that. I thought I heard someone calling my name."

Everyone was quiet as Felix tried to listen.

"Would you turn the tv down! I can't even hear myself think!" He yelled. Nibs rushed over to the tv and shut it off, everyone was silent again.

"FELIX! HELP!"

Felix groaned when he heard his husband calling for him.

"Coming, Peter!"