Peter Pan&Felix imagines|✔️|

"I'm a boy."(panlix/male!oc)

I woke up on a sandy beach, which surprised me since the last thing I remember was leaving my home in cold and stormy London.

I sat up and shivered, being that I was in my boxers and a plain white t-shirt. I ran a hand through my hair and decided it was best to explore and see if I was the only one here.

What if I am alone? What if I have to survive by myself? What if there's no wifi here?

The last thought made me stop in my tracks.

What if there's no wifi?!

I was going to have a panic attack for sure.

Oh ouch, my arm really hurts.

I looked down at my left arm to see it was bent in an unnatural angle. I gagged and held it close to my chest.

"Well, hello there." A voice said from behind me.

I whipped around to see an African-American boy with curly, chocolate brown hair dressed in tattered clothes and a dark grey cloak.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The boy's eyes widened when I turned around.

"You're a--you're a girl!" He exclaimed.

I narrowed my eyes.

"No I'm not." I growled.

"Yeah huh! PANNNNNNNNN!!!!" He screamed, running off into the jungle he came from. "FELIXXXXXX!!!"

I gulped and bolted off in the opposite direction, clutching my arm close to me.

I assume "Pan" and "Felix" are leaders of some sort and the fact that a boy goes running to them for help isn't a good sign.

So I ran.

Into a jungle.

I've never been in.

Fuck.

I stopped to catch my breath and pushed myself against a tree. I heard a bunch of yelling and hollering from deep in the jungle, then I saw a row of moving torches run past headed for the beach.

"Yeah, no. I'm just gonna stay here and then keep running." I whispered to myself.

"Yeah, no. That's not gonna work." A voice drawled out from behind the tree. I turned around to see a very, very, very tall blonde boy with a scar across his face.

He swung a club off his shoulder and before I could say any witty comeback, I felt the club hit my head and my whole world went black.

~•~•~•~

I woke up laying on the ground, a group of boys surrounding me.

I noticed the brown-haired boy immediately.

"Definitely a girl." He said, pointing to my... oh shit I forgot my binder at home.

"Curly! That ain't how ya treat a lady!" A dirty blonde said, but it wasn't the one who had knocked me out.

"I'm not a lady." I growled at them.

They all looked at me then laughed.

"You sure as hell got big boobs for a guy." One laughed.

"OI!" A thick, British accent yelled throughout the makeshift camp I was in. "Step away from the girl."

"Not a girl." I grumbled.

The group of boys part like the Red Sea and another boy walked down the aisle they had made.

He had light brown hair, green eyes, and was clad in a dark green outfit.