Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

Vows for love (panlix)

"Are you ready, Peter?" Belle asked him. Peter straightened his green tie and dusted off his shoulder-pads. He cleared his throat.

"I think so," he nodded. He held up Belle's hands and kissed her knuckles. "Thank you, Belle."

She smiled, "Of course."

Rumple sighed.

"Could you get married today? I do have other things to do, father." He growled.

Peter rolled his eyes.

"Yes, of course. Sorry, son. But I think I need to take my time with this. You see, I'm getting married to the man of my dreams today and--"

"Peter," Belle interrupted. "You gotta go."

"Oh right! Okay, let's get this show on the road!" Peter said gleefully as he interlaced his arm with Belle's.

Belle leaned over and plucked the flower bouquet out of the vase and handed it over to Peter.

Peter smiled and took the bouquet in hand.

Belle nodded over to Regina. She nodded back and the the piano began to play as Marshall picked up the microphone.

Peter gripped the flowers tightly as Belle opened the doors.

As soon as the light from the foyer washed over those in the pews, everyone stood to their feet and turned to face Peter and Belle.

Peter's heart swelled as they began to walk down the aisle. He turned his head to the left to see all his beloved lost boys dressed as close to the 9's as they could. He flashed them a smile and Tootles waved.

He turned his head to the left and looked over Belle's head, noticing that most of Storybrooke was gathered there.

Swan shot him a smile and placed her hands upon Henry's shoulders.

As Peter pasted Killian, he smiled widely at him. The pirate chuckled softly and waved his hook ever so slightly.

Peter and Belle soon approached the alter and Belle released Peter's arm.

Peter smiled at her and handed the flowers over to hold for the time being.

Belle stepped back and joined Snow-White and Charming in the pews.

Regina and Marshall ending their song and also took their seats.

Peter looked over and gazed into the silver eyes before him.

Felix smiled at Peter and offered his hand to him.

Peter rested his hand daintily in Felix's as he was led up to the alter.

Once there, they stood opposite of each other and joined hands.

The priest clear his throat and held his book 'marrying for dummies' out in front of him.

"Dearly beloved," he began. "We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of two people in love. These two shall vow to spend their eternal life that they have been oh-so great-fully granted by Peter Pan himself--"

Everyone clapped and cheered for Peter. He smiled and waved them off.

"--together till death finds them. Now, may I have the rings?"

Henry scurried up the alter stairs with the rings in hand. He handed them each to the priest and then whisked back to his seat.

The priest held one of the golden bands up for all to see and then carefully placed it in Peter's hand.

"Do you, Peter Malcolm Pan the 3rd, take Felix Andre Grant to be your husband through sickness and in health till death finds you?"

"I do."

"Then please place this ring upon Felix's hand to show the everlasting bond between you two."

Peter smiled and gently slid the band on to Felix's ring finger.

"Now, do you, Felix Andre Grant take Peter Malcolm Pan the 3rd to be your husband through sickness and in health till death finds you?" The priest asked Felix.

Felix looked back at Peter with a devilish grin plastered upon his face.

The color drained from Peter's face and the smiled quickly disappeared.

"Something wrong, Felix?" Peter asked with slight worry.

"Do you take him?" The priest asked Felix slowly.

"I...... don't." Felix smirked. Everyone gasped and Peter dropped Felix's hands as his covered his mouth.

"What? Why?" Peter cried, tears brimming his eyes and his vision blurred.

"Why? You ask me why? Because Peter," Felix spat his name. "You killed me and left me! You killed me! How could I forgive you!"

Peter's vision blurred to where he couldn't see at all. He felt as though he was falling but he never felt the ground beneath him.

He heard Felix laughing manically as other joined his rejoicing.

"Stupid boy. You really think that I loved you? As if anyone ever could love such a demon as you." Felix's voice slowly began to get quieter and quieter till it was completely gone....

"FELIX!" Pan awoke with a start and he sat up in his bed. He was panting heavily and his clothing was drenched in sweat.

The room was just as he left it. Dark and cold. His burgundy comforter pooled around his waist as he tried to slow his breaths.

"It's okay, Felix. I'm ok--"

Pan ghosted his hand over the empty place next to him in his queen sized bed.

"Felix? Where did you go?" Pan called. "Felix?"

When there came no response, Pan ripped off his blanket and whipped on his robe.

"Felix?" Pan called as he tied his robe and headed downstairs.

Pan walked into the kitchen and looked around.

"Felix? Are you in here?"

He moved to the living room and noticed he had left the tv on. He shut it off and continued looking around for his favored lost boy.

"Felix? Where are you, love?" Pan called, heading back to his bedroom.

He flopped down on to the empty side his bed and he rolled on to his side. A tear ran down his face.

There was a reason why Felix hadn't responded.

Felix was dead.