Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

I Love Taking Risks... (Part 1)

Request for @slendys_daughter543

I gazed at Peter from across the fire. His eyes met mine, and he smiled at me before raising his pipes to his lips and continuing to blow. We never broke eye contact. How amazing would it feel to have those lips against mine, or to be able to gaze into his eyes underneath a blanket of stars. Or to feel his arms around me when I went to bed? What would it be like to experienced emotions I had never felt before? Would it be as incredible as I expected if he shoved me against a wall and kissed me with everything he had, or maybe if we made out in the forests of Neverland? That sounded spectacular...

"You're doing it again, Rebecca."

The voice of my brother broke me out of my romantic fantasies. I blinked and looked away from Peter, who cast his eyes back to his pipes. Shoot, Felix, my brother, never calls me Rebecca. Unless he's mad at me... "Oh, hey Felix," I mumbled, putting my head in my hands. Truthfully, my overprotective big brother was the last person I wanted to see right now.

"Don't 'hey Felix," me!" My sandy haired sibling said in an imitation of me. "I told you not to do that! He's-"

"Dangerous, a bad influence, going to break my heart, evil, corrupt, dark, blah blah blah. I know, you've told me a thousand times." I rolled my eyes and slumped down against the log.

He ignored my sarcastic remarks at the end. "Yes, he is. He's horrible! He's constantly in a bad mood, too. Why would you want to be with someone that is always a downer? Plus, he only thinks of himself. When it comes to your safety or his, he'll choose himself. Or when you disagree with him, can you guess who will end up dead in a pile of blood? Oh, I know, it's going to be you!" Felix was fuming at this point. I scooted away a little bit.

"Okay, you've made your point. Pan's bad news: I've got it." I shot my brother an annoyed but also disappointed look and stood up. "I'm heading back to our tent. See you later."

"Becky, wait! I'm sorry, Becky!" Felix called after me, but I didn't listen. He was such an idiot, I swear!

I stormed into my tent and threw my face into my pillow, my ebony, shoulder-length hair getting tangled very ungracefully in the process.

"UGH!" I screamed into my pillow, letting out all my exasperation. God, Felix was such a... a... a foul, loathsome, evil, little cockroach sometimes! But I suppose it's his job to be so terrible, since he is my brother. It's kind of his role.

In a klutzy manner that would make anyone cringe, I rolled over and tumbled off the bed. Too tired to move, I just lay there.

Will I ever be with Peter Pan?

Felix's POV

I sighed and put my head in my hands. When was Becky going to get a grip on herself? She's my sister, I love her. But is it so unreasonable to tell her that nothing good can come of my only superior, and my friend? No, it's not. If anyone is unreasonable, it's her.

I was so caught up in my angry thoughts that I hardly noticed it when Pan sat down next to me. When he did, I nearly jumped out of my own skin. "Oh, hello, Peter,"

"Hello, Felix," he greeted, "how are you?"

I sighed. "Cut the small talk. We both know what you're here to discuss."

"Fine, fine. What can I do to get you to let me have Becky?" Peter said, surrendering.

"I've told you," I groaned, "nothing! We've talked about this a million times. She's off limits! You are-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm dangerous. I know."

"Bad luck, eh Pan?" crowed a lost boy from nearby. The boy chuckled and turned back to carving something.