Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

Just a little hiccup(Panlix smut)

"Felix! Get over--hiccup--here!" Pan said, blushing slightly. Rufio smiled.

"Got the hiccups, Pan?" He smirked. Pan glared.

"Oh shut your trap--hiccup--Rufio. It's just a--hiccup--hiccup." Pan said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Felix slunked over to his leader with his club resting upon his shoulder lazily. He came up behind the smaller boy soundlessly and stood to where his chest barely grazed the boy's back.

"Boo." He whispered in Pan's ear.

"AHH!" Pan jumped back and faced his favored lost boy; flailing his arms, hands, and legs as Jackie Chan would in one of his movies. Pan opened his eyes to see Rufio collapse to the ground laughing, his red tipped Mohawk brushing the ground.

Pan stood straight and dusted off his shoulders, then glared at Felix. Who was now doubled over laughing profoundly.

"Felix." Pan said. Felix immediately stopped laughing and collected himself.

"Sorry, Pan." He said, letting his hood fall over his face. Pan nodded and then looked at Rufio, whom was still laughing. Pan's eyes narrowed as he strode over to the boy.

"Rufio." He growled. Rufio wiped away some tears that had escaped and stood up, hanging his head in shame.

"Sorry, Pan." He squeaked. Pan nodded and pivoted on his heel as he strutted over to Felix.

"Now, I--hiccup--called you over-to-help-me-go-over-battle-plans." Pan said quickly, trying to limit his breath intakes.

There was silence in the camp as Pan's face turned a bright red from holding his breath.

"Hiccup."

Pan growled as he released his breath.

"Nevermind, go do something with your lives. I'll--hiccup--figure out something tomorrow." Pan said, turning away to his tree-house.

~*~

Night soon fell over Neverland and the boys were settling down to sleep.

Pan was still hidden away in his treehouse laying on his bed.

It was rumored that he did not sleep.

And he found this very very hurtful.

Every boy needs his beauty sleep!

Where did they think he got all his fantastically, dashingly, handsome looks?

Course, he wasn't sleeping now.

God no.

He was trying rid of his horrendous hiccups.

He had tried all the tricks.

Drinking water upside down.

Rubbing the soft palette of his mouth gently.

Holding his breath.

Everything! And still he was burdened with the Satan jumpers within his lungs that dared to call themselves 'hiccups'.

Pan curled up in his pile of blankets, deciding to sleep off his hiccups.

He rubbed his legs together, feeling the fuzzy material slide easily along his cleanly shaven legs.

He just liked having soft legs.

That's all.

"Hiccup."

Pan growled and smacked a pillow over his face.