Mommy Dearest - Peter Pan x Reader

8. Confession

8. Confession

Time passed awkwardly between the two of you after your morning together. Pan seemed more determined than before to get your hut finished, as though you spending the night together had been the worst thing he could possibly experience. It broke your heart to think you revolted him so. It wasn't as though anything had passed between you. You had simply shared blankets and body heat. There were no secret kisses, and there certainly hadn't been a one-night stand. Why was Pan so ashamed?

You tried not to focus on it. Your hut would be done soon and then you could isolate yourself from the tribe of boys and their heartless leader. But you didn't understand. Why had he been so kind as to offer you his bed when the idea repulsed him? Was he open to the idea until you were actually in his arms? Was it personal? Was it just the fact that he had shared his bed with a girl?

Too many questions floating in your mind. Too many questions you would never, ever ask, under any circumstances.

Pan became awkward too. Anytime he got close to you, he would excuse himself, either turning on his heel or pushing past you. Whatever it took to not be physically near you.

You were carrying logs to the fire one day. Normally it was the boys' job, but as Pan stated that the local supply had run out and that someone would have to venture further into the woods to fetch more, you happily agreed. You liked the idea of a whole jungle of distance between you and the boys' leader.

Upon your return, you tripped over loose lacing in your boot. You tumbled forward – right into the chest of Peter Pan. Your face had flushed upon impact, and gasps rang out around you as you took Pan down with you, landing atop him.

For a moment, all you could do was stare. The logs flew from your arms and scattered about the ground around you. Your hands landed on either side of his head, your legs tangled in his while his arms wound around your waist as though he tried to break your fall. But he wouldn't do that.

Everyone waited with bated breath for Pan's reaction. Had it been anyone else, he would be furious, screaming punishments at the offender. But it was you; he had no idea what to say.

You hurriedly scrambled to your feet, brushing off your clothes. "I'm sorry," you murmured, unsure of how he would react. "My lacing was loose. I lost my footing."

He held up a hand as thought to shut you up, and you complied.

"It's alright," he said simply before turning and walking away from you.

Everyone watched him shuffle back to his hut. A couple of boys helped you collect the firewood you had lost in the tumble, surprised by Pan's lack of an outburst. He was known for being loud and crude, not soft and sulking.

"What the hell was that?" Felix asked as you unloaded your logs into the dying fire.

You let out a sigh and collapsed onto the seat beside him. "I have no idea."

"What's your deal, Pan?" Felix decided to inquire of his leader a few days later. "You've been acting really strange."

"Strange how?" the leader returned, leaning against a tree and watching the boys use each other as target practice.

"You know what I mean," the second-in-command replied. "What happened between you and (y/n)? Ever since you spent the night with her you've avoided her like the plague. Did something happen?"

"No," Pan growled, looking at the ground.

Felix raised a brow. "Did something not happen?"

Pan was quiet.

Felix smirked. "What's going on? You were uncharacteristically nice to her, let her stay with you, and now you're ignoring her like a teenager with a crush."

The brunet turned to glare at him. "Shut up."

Felix's smirk turned into a grin. "Not until you answer me."

"I... felt things."

"What kind of things?"

"'Teenager with a crush' things."

"Have you told her?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"I want it to go away."

"What exactly happened when she spent the night?"

Pan let out a sigh, tearing his gaze away from the boys. "I... held her. She was in my arms all night. I've never felt so... peaceful."

"You love her," Felix stated simply.

"Shut up."

The next day, you'd had it. Pan had been avoiding you even more since his talk with Felix, hardly even looking in your direction. And every time you tried to ask the second-in-command about it, he would smirk and tell you to ask Pan.

It was a vicious cycle, and you intended to break it.

Pan called for the boys to play a game with two teams. He was one captain, of course, and normally you were the other. But today, he chose Felix.

You frowned. You were always his second captain, and Felix never minded. Why were you being passed over?

After all of the boys had been chosen, Pan realized that you were an odd number.

"I guess (y/n) will sit this one out," he stated as though you meant nothing.

All of the boys whined, until Pan sent his famous glare over all of them, and they shut up immediately.

"You never let (y/n) sit out," Felix reminded. "You usually kick someone else out just so she can play."

"Well today she's sitting out," Pan growled, not wanting to be argued with.

"Why?" you demanded, crossing your arms. "Do you want me dismissed so badly? Do I truly mean so little? You traded me to the pirates, replaced me with someone else, let her set my hut on fire, showed me a false scene of kindness by letting me stay with you-"

The boys gasped in surprise. Pan never let people stay with him.

"-and now you're doing everything you can to keep me at arm's length like I mean nothing to you or your boys or the island."

Everyone was quiet, eyes darting between you and Pan while they waited for his response. Felix eyed him pointedly, a silent conversation passing between the two of them. After a nudge in the ribs from Felix, Pan took a break and finally looked at you.

"I think I'm in love with you."

Your jaw dropped as you stared at him. Felix smirked knowingly while the boys broke into mixed responses. Some cheered at the idea of you two as a couple, some whined at the idea of you being taken, and some were simply in shock that Pan could feel anything besides anger or arrogance.

"What?" you whispered.

Pan turned on his heel and stormed off in the direction of his treehouse. Everyone knew better than to bother him there, so you all simply stared after him, no one having a valid response to what had occurred.