Peter Pan (OUAT) Imagines/Preferences

Wings (Peter Pan)

Y/N's POV

At first, keeping my secret was easy... But now we've all gotten closer and I feel terrible not telling them what I really am.
You see, I'm somewhat half fairy, my mother left my father due to her obligations as a fairy after giving birth to me, so, he took his anger out on me which is why Peter saved me. He still doesn't know what I am though and it doesn't exactly just come up in conversation.

At first, I didn't care. I hated them all and the feeling was mutual, however, I guess I've grown to tolerate them. Peter and I were now even on a first name basis, not that I'm used to it yet- even if I was I'd probably only say it in lowly populated areas since the boys had a rumour that we were together.

Anyway, no one knew about my magic or wings... I suppose I was pretty mysterious to them but they didn't seem to mind. I guess I wasn't lying, no one ever came up to me an asked 'hey, do you have wings? Or magic? Oh I bet you're a fairy, right?' I was simply withholding some of my own information which was perfectly legal, especially since there weren't any rules on Neverland anyway.

"Y/N, darling." I heard the all too familiar accent of, The one and only PETER PAN! Okay... That was a little extra but I was extremely excitable when it came to speaking to him lately.

The emerald eyed boy walked into my hut, making his presence clear. I smiled at him slightly and he returned it, which I saw from the corner of my eye, a true smile which only I ever saw.
"Peter." I replied calmly, not bothering to look up from my doodling book. I often just drew flowers or, on some occasions, the people I missed from home but there were only few in that list.

"I apologize for bothering you, but we need to move camps." He told me with a sympathetic look, I sighed and closed my book. This was the second time in what seemed like two weeks.
"Okay, I know the drill." I let out, trying not to sound annoyed since I knew he couldn't help it.

Despite the fact Peter had magic, we often still did most things manually and that included moving camps, to an extent.

So, here I was, sunset had came and I was moving stones with the other boys in the new place to set up camp.

I picked up the last one, which was heavier than it looked.
"Need a hand, love?" Peter offered as he took the other end of the stone, this wasn't something he'd normally do- helping out with manual labour- but I gladly accepted his help without question.

Once we had taken care of that Peter clicked his fingers and our things from the old camp appeared, tents/huts and everything.
I was about to walk into my hut, ready for bed after such a long and tiring day when...
"Y/N, can we talk?" Peter called from the entrance of his hut, clearly signaling me to it for whatever he wanted to talk about.
I gave a small nod and followed him into his hut, ignoring the catcalls and questioning looks from the lost boys.

"I've realised, you probably know more about me than what I know about you and... I don't like knowing less than others." He began, smirking mischievously as I took a seat on the end of his bed and I gulped, suddenly nervous. What does he want to know!? And what made him decide this 'chat'?!
"Hey, there's no need to be nervous. I just want to.. um... Get to know you." He said reassuringly, but he was nervous himself, even if only a little.

I arched an eyebrow, not believing that the great Peter Pan was nervous or even wanted to get to know me.
"Okay, where's Felix? Is he holding you at gun point? Why didn't​ you kill him?" I began bombarding him with questions, certain that this was some sort of set up.
He shook his head with a small chuckle.
"There's no one here, Y/N. I just want to talk with you."
"What about?" I wondered, trying to seem confident. He shrugged, not seeming to care.
"Anything, it's up to you... But the main subject must be you." I was surprised to see that he actually cared about... Well, let's not say 'me'. I was surprised to see he cared about things that I did, that sounded better.
"Well... I like drawing." I said shrugging, he smiled and sat next to me.

What seemed like hours had passed and he must've known nearly everything about me, not that I minded that for some reason.
"Anything else?" He asked, I hesitated but shook my head in the end.
"You don't seem so certain." He said suspiciously, I gave an innocent smile and nodded.
"Yeah... That's all. May I ask why you have the sudden need to know me properly?" I curiously asked, he smirked and shook his head.
"You can ask, but I won't answer." He replied making me laugh a bit before slapping my mouth closed and covering it with my hand.
"You laugh?" Peter inquired, as if a miracle. Nobody had heard me laugh yet and I vowed not to let anyone hear me laugh when I first got here, I had just broken that vow to myself.

I cleared my throat and stood up straight.
"Why are you so surprised by that? Everybody laughs." I strongly stated before leaving, hearing Peter chuckle as I did so.

A while had passed and I had went to the woods, just to get my flying practice in. I had to keep practicing, I was worried I'd forget otherwise so, everyday when Peter began playing his flute I'd go and 'collect firewood' .
I allowed my wings to grow out of my back and just glided though the air, quietly singing a song which I remembered from home, (your favourite song).

Peter's POV

I was getting curious, everyday when I played my flute Y/N would get firewood, it was almost as though she was trying to avoid me or hiding something. It must've been the second one, who would avoid me? Atleast, I hoped she wasn't avoiding me.

I know love is a weakness, so maybe I was wrong, because I saw her as my strength. She was the reason I tried so hard to be a better person, she was the reason I smiled and she was the reason I protected camp like my life depended on it... Because if she died, my life would have no meaning.

I wondered through the forest, which I saw her go into, and walked around with hopes of finding what she was hiding.

Shortly after I had began searching, I heard a beautiful and quiet singing voice, one which I knew belonged to Y/N since I had heard her in her hut a few times. It wasn't my fault! The walls were thin...

It was coming from... Above me?

My head shot up, she had wings?!
"Y/N?" I muttered, unsure as to whether this was real or not.
She looked down with a horrified look on her face.
"P-Peter." She stuttered as she lowered herself onto the ground.
"I-I... I am so sorry, I wanted to tell you but I know you hate people like m-" I cut her off by placing my lips on hers, she was shocked by the suddenness of my actions, as was I, but she soon gave in and kissed me back.

She broke away a short while after and we just stared at each other with grins on our faces like the idiots we so clearly were for letting this happen to us.
Her eyes bore into my emerald green eyes whilst mine stared lovingly into her (E/C) ones.
I finally let out a small breath of relief before speaking.
"I'd never be able to hate you... I love you too much." She smirked as her cheeks went a slight tinted pink.
"I though 'love is a weakness'." She mimicked in an annoying tone, I shook my head with a soft chuckle.
"Maybe I was wrong." She gasped at my confession.
"You just admitted you were wrong. Are you ill?! Are you dying?!" I rolled my eyes and cut her off by kissing her again, I loved her but she sure could be annoying... In a cute way.