Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

Just a few(panlix)

Felix knew of Peter's past.

He knew that Peter had grown up, he knew he had been married to a woman against his will, he knew he had a son, and he knew that Peter had given up his son to be who he was now.

He also knew that Peter was once an alcoholic.

Peter swore he was totally fine and hadn't had a drop of rum since then.

But Felix knew he sometimes fell off the band wagon.

And tonight was one of those times.

Peter had had a rough night and had disappeared later that evening.

Felix was left alone to take care of the boys (like always) and put them to bed (which always to an hour maybe). Finally, when he had gotten all the boys to bed and could hear their little snores, Peter Pan stumbled into camp with a bottle of rum in hand.

"Peter?" Felix looked up from his place at the campfire. Peter tip-toed over to where Felix was and sat down on his lap and put a finger to his lips.

"Shhhhhh... the lil brats are sleeepppingggg." Peter whispered loudly, his breath wafting over Felix's face making the blonde gag.

"Oh, god! Peter have you been drinking?" Felix picked him up and sat the boy next to him. Peter gasped.

"Is it that obvious?" Peter asked, taking a large swig from the bottle. Felix rolled his eyes.

"How many bottles?" Felix sighed, picking Peter up bridal style to put him to bed as well. Just after he holds back his hair while the Boy King threw up.

"Just a few."

Felix narrowed his eyes.

"How many, Peter?"

"Six--"

"Oh good--"

Peter held up a finger.

"Wait for it... ty! Sixty!" Peter laughed. Felix sighed and made his way up to the tree-house. "Feeeellixx put me down, I'm fine!"

"Nope. Let's get you to bed, kiddo." Felix said. He kicked open the door and plopped Peter down onto the bed, walking into the bathroom to get a washcloth and a bucket in case Peter did throw up.

"You know, that's how a groom would carry in a bride into a honeymoon suite," Peter said, laying on his side as Felix walked out of the bathroom. "We should do it."

"What? Get married?" Felix laughed. He rolled Peter on his back and laid the washcloth over Peter's forehead. "How about later, m'kay?"

"Noooooo I don't wanna get married!" Peter whined. "Let's have sex!"

Felix snorted, "You're so drunk."

"Yeah so?" Peter scoffed. Felix rolled his eyes but just after he watched Peter grab himself. "I'm horny, come on, touch me Felix."

"No, okay? Get some sleep, dude." Felix laughed and walked outside.

So... he kinda had a crush on Pan... and he really wanted to give in to Pan's invitation of... sexual intercourse... but he couldn't! He just couldn't take advantage of his king while he was completely drunk!

Felix shook his head as he made his way to his tent. He walked in and stripped down to his boxers, pulling up the blankets as he climbed into his cot.

A few minutes into a wonderful wet dream about Pan grinding down on... n-nevermind we'll not get into that... BUT something woke Felix up.

And that something was a still very drunk Peter Pan.

Felix tiredly poked his head out of his tent and rubbed his eyes before looking over at Hook.