Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

Do you dream of me? (x Female! Reader, Part 2, Pan's POV)

Peter Pan's POV

I looked up at the hazy, scarlet sky through the window of hell's version of Rumple's store. The vermillion clouds stretched like clammy fingers grasping at the bloody sun for some form of relief. I'll just say this: hell is exactly that- hell. Each day I walk through the streets and miss Felix, the boys, life, Neverland, and most of all, Y/N. I see reminders of all that I had lost in everything. Every building was unfamiliar, every person here was a stranger, and there wasn't a scrap of Neverland here to cling to.

I shook the unpleasant thoughts away. "Think happy thoughts," I told myself, speaking quietly in the ruby tinted air.

The bell on the shop rang out as someone pushed through the door. Another customer had entered and was browsing through my wares. I strode out of the back room and slipped behind the counter, watching as an unfamiliar face scanned my items.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, stepping around the counter and up to the woman that had entered the shop.

She brushed back a golden curl; she looked me over with sharp eyes. Her tongue ran over her lips ever so slightly when she bit her lower lip. "Uh, just a little trinket that may have drifted down here,"

"What kind of trinket?" I continued to question, ignoring her suggestive behavior. Reaching up, I pulled a small box from the top shelf and opened it, rummaging for anything that may be hers.

"A little glass flower. You wouldn't happen to have it, would you?" She ran a hand through her curls slowly and dramatically, clearly begging for attention. I didn't not oblige.

I searched deeper in the box for anything like that, but didn't find any glass flowers. "What kind of flower was it, miss?"

"A carnation," she said hastily, "it was only an inch tall and it was green. Oh, and it had a little blue bird on it,"

I froze. "I- I'm sorry, did you say... a blue bird?"

"Yeah," she nodded, pushing her chest out a bit, but I took no notice, "Do you have something like that?"

"N- No, I- I've never seen a... a glass carnation with a blue bird...,"

She frowned, putting a hand on her hip and the other behind her. "Seriously? Oh well... But you do have something else I want..." For the second time, her eyes roamed my body like a starved hyena.

"Absolutely not. Good bye, and have a nice day," Anger bubbled within me. How dare she act as if we would ever be together. Y/N was the love of my life, not her.

Scoffing, she strutted out, swinging her hips to an excessive amount and slamming the doors behind her. I exhaled a deep breath. With great pain, I slumped down against the desk, drawing my legs close to me. My Blue Bird...

I knocked softly on the door to our treehouse, waiting for a response.

"Come in," Y/N called. She looked up from a book. "Oh, hey Peter,"

"Hey, Blue Bird,"

I gave her a kind smile and sat down on the bed next to her, pulling her close to me. We curled up together in the fading afternoon light that streamed from the window. She laid her head on my shoulder. Y/N snuggled in closer. It was warm and sweet, so I began reading over her shoulder, content to have the smell of her and the warmth of her presence.

Ignoring the pain striking my heart, I stood from the floor, despite the quickly drying tears on my cheeks. I left the shop, locking the door behind me. I shoved my hands into my pockets to protect them from the cold as I kicked up dead leaves on the sidewalk.