Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

Pan's pan(panlix)

(Felix's POV)

It hadn't been my idea for him to kiss me.. and touch me...

But it was my idea to tell him that it felt good...

3:34 p.m (earlier that day)

"What the hell is Pan doing?! It's already three!" Rufio complained as he paced around the camp. I sat on a log and watched the fire crackle and burn. Peter had been in his tree-house all morning, I assumed he was sleeping (I normally slept till noon so..)but the others had different theories.

"Maybe he's fucking Wendy." Slightly shrugged nonchalantly. I groaned.

God, I hate it when they do this.

"I'm gonna go see what's up," I dusted of my pants and started off for Peter's tree-house, which was on the outskirts of camp for various reasons that I'll explain later. "Also, Wendy's in her cage still." I called over my shoulder. I tossed hood up and stalked on.

After I scampered up Peter's tree-house ladder, I stood silently on the porch.

His tree-house has a wrap-around porch, two sets of french doors on either side of the house, one main door, and a balcony on the top floor.

Man, I wish I had a place like this. But no. I get a tent.

Anyways, I've never seen the inside of the place, but today was the day I would find out.

I cautiously approached the first set of french doors an knocked quietly just in case he was sleeping. No answer. I the side-stepped to the main door. I knocked again. Still no answer. I walked around to the other side of the tree-house, passing a comfy looking porch swing and a fireplace, and knocked on the last set of french doors. When there came no answer, I rattled the knob, letting the door swing open.

My eyes widened as I stepped inside.

It seemed to be a kitchen complete with an ice box, stove, and sink. An island separated the small dining area and the kitchen. The table had four chairs around it, one folding chair, one velvet chair, one wooden chair, and one chair that you might find in a private investigator's office.

Just as I closed the door, Peter came around the corner with his hair wrapped in a towel the way a woman would after a shower, and was dressed in a fluffy pink robe. He was shuffling across the floor on his heels with his toes in the air and little pieces of cotton between them. His arms were straight out to his sides as he tried to keep his balance, his hands also dressed like his feet. His head was tilted on his shoulder as he kept--oh what did Nibs call it? Ah, yes, a telephone between his head and right shoulder.

When Peter saw me, he smiled warmly and motioned for me to sit. I nodded dumbly and sat down in the office desk chair, but it rocked very far back almost to where I fell out. I quickly sat up and gripped the table to secure myself.

I watched Pan as he shuffled around the room, nodding as the person on the other line rambled on and on. He carefully opened the cabinet and retrieved a tea mug from it. He continued to nod and filled the mug with milk from the ice box.

"I understand, Piper, but you know where I live and how hard it is to get away. Hell, the boys are probably wondering where I am now even though it's my day off!" Peter spoke finally. "I--yes I could ask him to watch them but--Piper, he's not my boyfriend for the last time--but Piper. Piper. Piper. Piper listen please. I can't come to the wedding and help you find a dress. Can't you just use mum's? She's--oh well I'm not going to use it! Ugh, when the time comes I'll buy my own. Piper! Ok, fine whatever buy your own bloody dress," Peter sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as 'Piper' continued. "I can help you with the dress, but it's much harder when you're in the land without magic," Pan said. He drank the milk and set the glass down, shuffling over to the calendar on the wall.