Peter Pan Imagines

Betwixt and Between

I didn't know if I had been on this island for so long I had gotten used to Pans attitude, or if I was going insane. But Pan seemed... off like he was gentle again ever since he had become immortal. He'd smile more and the birds would come to his call much like right now.

The sound of "cocoo" came from the left of me and a sparrow perched itself on Peters finger. I couldn't help but to grin as I saw the childish look on his face.

A big toothy grin as he ogled at the birds brownish pigmentations and watched it ruffle its feathers about. "Hey y/n" Pan said sitting next to me on a log.

"Hey Peter" I replied eyeing him and the bird with curiosity. "Not that I'm not glad to see you're happy and all, but you seem.. different?"

Peters grin contorts into that all knowing smirk that for the first time in forever cause me to flinch in surprise. "Trust me love, I am the very same as I was before" he states.

"How'd you get the bird to come to you like that?" I asked tilting my head. He may say he's fine but I highly doubt that somethings changed him.

Pan froze at the question with uncertainty and his eyes a darker green now. He was nervous for some reason. "Y/n, I own Neverland the animals bend to my will don't you know?" He says.

My eyes narrowed, "Peter that isn't all it is, there's a connection isn't there if you're worried that I won't believe you try me" I challenged.

The sparrow chirped fluttering its wings and clamping its claws onto his finger tightly. Peter made no movements and his eyes flickered to the bird then back at me as if it encouraged him to speak. With a sigh Peter gave in, "Years ago when I was child a mother bird saved me from drowning and I kept the nest for her. The birds said that if I was to learn to fly and come and go on the island as I pleased I would have to be betwixt and between. Not quite a bird and not quite human so naturally that is what I am" he explained.

I listened to his little story in awe and loads of questions filled my fogged brain but I didn't want to test him when he was in a glorious mood. "If the island stops you from growing how did you grow?" I couldn't help but at least know how that was possible.

Pan tensed and looked back at me, "I left Neverland for a while and found that mother had replaced me with another son. When I came back all that anger never left me and I stopped believing and I aged and the birds encouraged me to believe all of Neverland bent to my will and I believed again by the time I was seventeen."

When he told me he stopped believing my eyes nearly popped out of my head. "If you were miserable and angry why'd you stay?" Damnit y/n with the questioned I thought to myself.

"Because I never stopped having fun even when I was angry. The lost boys came around and they believed in me" he answered this time not looking at me. He ran an index finger over the sparrows delicate head. It chirped.

"Well now you have a lost girl who too believes in you Peter, I just wished that you could've found peace with your mother" I said.

Pans eyes flickered up at me and his face dangerously close to mine suddenly. "I don't care about mothers nor do I wish to make peace I forgot about her the day I believed again" he retorted in that dark, half whispered tone.

I swallowed hard and nodded. He leaned in giving me a kiss on the lips. My cheeks grew red and he smirked at me and drew his finger up toward the sky and the bird flew high and disappeared into the forest. "If Neverland and everything on it is yours that makes me yours" I said with a smirk to match his.

"That it does love, that it does" Pan pulled me onto his lap and kissed me deeply with passion that I didn't think was possible. I wanted him no matter what past he had I was his and he was my little betwixt and between.

AN: not sure if this was direction I wanted to go with this one or not I just wrote what came to my mind 😂. I'm gonna be doing something with a much darker side of Pan from J.M Barrie mixed with the Ouat Pan. Like personality I mean.