Peter Pan X Reader One Shots

Jealously

Jealousy a trait that you had rarely seen in the infamous Peter pan; possessive, rude, mischievous are the more dominant and too egoistical side to the tall green eyed demon.

His life motto that he loves to remind you so often ‘what peter pan wants peter pan gets’ so why now would there be any need for jealousy?

You pondered this thought while you sat behind Felix. The tall, fair haired male was one on the quiet side, though was more than compliant with your demands. Watching him wince and itch at the leather straps that kept the beaded feathers in his hair all day was making you beyond irritated to the point where you sat him down and decided to fix the annoying issue.

So here you sat with a large simple comb in hand you battled the knots in his longish hair, the strands had twisted with the leather pulling the hair tightly from the scalp and causing pain.

Your slim nimble fingers worked tirelessly at the swarm of knots, you kept your (e/c) eyes on the mission at hand, trying to ignore the demon stare at you through the flames of the fire that sat in the middle of the jungle camp.

You tried to ignore his penetrating gaze, but giving in and stealing glances at him. You had to admit the boy was pretty fit and when he raised those eyebrows oooo it just makes you shudder, would you tell this to his face? Nope the boy was already too cocky enough without you adding fuel to the fire.

Each glance you made was done so secretly though Peter already knew due to the fact he openly staring at you. His jaw clenched as his intensive green eyes stared you down.

You raised a (h/c) brow at him in hopes that he either look away or actually come over and voice his reasons on why he won’t stop staring. He did the former and glanced away before resettling his eyes back on you. You didn’t even think this guy even blinked once.

“unless this is some staring contest where I’m a participating player and no one told me, I would wish he would stop it” you mumbled under your breath. Heaving out a sigh you went back to the task at hand.

Tugging the leather a few strands fell free and allowed the straps to move further from his head. “ignoring him will only anger him” you turned your attention to the man in front of you.

“well I wouldn’t say I’m ignoring him he knows I know that he is staring at me” you catch his eyes this time and held them. You decided to be brave, you felt the corner of your mouth tug up as a smirk made its way on your lips. You gave him an obvious once over to observe if it will would invoke a reaction from him.

And it did. His whole body went ridged, he looked like he was ready to leap right of the wooden stump that he was currently sitting on. You didn’t know what kept him pinned in his spot but you delve more into the thought.

Playing this game with him was not the smartest thing to do as Peter he was the master of this game and as he likes to brag ‘Peter pan always wins’. If you push this one step to far you were more than likely get into trouble with him and receive some sort of punishment. Heck maybe another night in the hanging cage.

Peter brought you here for one reason; to be a mother figure. Some of the lost boys were rather young too young in your eyes to play the rough and tumble game many of the boys play that usually end up in cuts, pain and injury.

Of course they also got scared of the noises of Neverland and Peter and the others can’t really comfort them without in some way insult them or make them cry even more due to their older and rougher nature.

Peter realised after his and the lost boys failed attempts that a den mother would be needed to help ‘soothe’ his lost boys. And did you have any say in the matter? Of course not that’s a ludicrous idea.