Peter Pan OUAT One-Shots/Imagines

That Stings (x Reader)

Request for Kiranacipher1

"Good morning, Y/N."

I rolled my eyes. Pan. 

"It was until you showed up," I replied, exasperatedly eating my breakfast. I was sitting away from the lost boys that morning, on a low hanging branch of a tree. I could see everything that was going on, boys swiping food from each other and horsing around, but I was glad not to be a part of it. 

Pan stood below my branch, leaning against the tree. He looked up at me, a flirtatious grin on his face. "Oh come on, you know you love me."

"Where'd you get that idea from?"

"I can just tell. You're in love with me, you just don't know it yet."

"Uh huh. Now can I eat my breakfast in peace?"

"Ouch. That stings, love." He mocked hurt, pressing a hand to his chest. 

I rolled my eyes. "Don't call me love."

"Sweetheart?"

"No."

"Darling?"

"Stop."

"Honey?"

"That's even worse."

He furrowed his eyebrows, wracking his brain for a good nickname. "Well, what do you want me to call you?"

"Something not so sappy. Something less sickeningly sweet. Something cool."

"Like... Death?"

"You suck at this."

"Oh, there's that sting again. Hey, sting! That's it! How about Scorpion? They sting." He beamed up at me proudly. 

"That's awful. Fine."

He slipped back into that flirty smirk of his. "See, you like my nicknames, Scorpion."

"Shut up and go eat your breakfast."

He shook his head, mumbling something under his breath as he strolled away. I couldn't help but let my eyes follow him as he left. Pan always did this. He'd randomly flirt with me, I'd snap back, and he'd go away only to be back later. At first, I let him flirt, even going so far as to flirt back a bit. But over time it just got annoying. Even when I had a boyfriend, he wouldn't leave me alone, and that was part of what made my ex and I break up. Ever since I've just been bitter towards him. Every once in a while, he did make my heart speed up, but it didn't change the fact that I despised his never-ending flirty remarks. 

As I shoveled the last bit of breakfast into my mouth, I slid off the branch. Today was going to be a good day. 

~+~

I take it back, today sucked. Peter was particularly persistent, leaving me with no time to myself. It started when I was hunting. I shot an arrow at a deer but it missed and almost hit Pan. Luckily (or unluckily), he caught it and smirked at me. 

"Playing Cupid, Scorpion?"

Then, when I was carrying a bucket of water back to camp, he took it from me, insisting that he wouldn't let a lady carry it. Then, when he was staring at me, he tripped, spilled the water, broke the bucket, and I had to go borrow Felix's bucket. 

About an hour after that, I was about to take a bath and I had to hit him with a club before he left me alone to bathe. 

Later, at the campfire, he played his pipes and dedicated every song to me. I didn't like any of the songs he played. 

When I was in my tent brushing my teeth, he came in and used pick up lines the entire time. 

"Hey, Y/N, I'm lost. Can you give me directions to your heart?"

"I can give you directions to the door."

"Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I was touched by an angel?"

"I'm going to grab your throat and strangle you if you don't go away." I had answered, getting out the mouthwash. 

"Sorry, I can't. Something must be wrong with my eyes, I can't keep them off you."

I rolled my eyes. "Try harder, then, staring is creepy."

"Is it hot in here or is that just you?"

"No, it really is hot. Neverland is a tropical island."

"Did it hurt?"

"I swear to god, Pan, I am going to rip you limb from limb. GO AWAY!"

After he left, I went on a walk to get some fresh air when he magically popped up beside me, walking with me. "Wow, this is so romantic. A walk in the moonlight."

"PAN-"

"Oh, come on, Scorpion, just be mine already! I really like you, and I'm not going to give up until you're mine." He wrapped an arm around my waist and I snapped. 

I grabbed his arm and yanked it off of me, whirling to face him. "Pan, no! I've been telling you no for weeks now, and for good reason. You ruined my relationship with my ex, whom I really liked! I was happy with him and if you actually cared about me you would let me be happy! But no, you spoiled that like you spoil everything! Just leave me alone!"

He froze like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and filled with hurt. Immediately, I felt bad for yelling at him. What I said was true but I shouldn't have blamed him or told him, and certainly not so harshly. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N. You're... you're right. I'll just go." He started to walk away, and I felt guilt sink into my stomach. In a rush, I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. 

"Peter, wait. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Yes, I am upset that my ex and I broke up, but mostly our breakup wasn't your fault. The reason we split was that I wasn't really in love with him. I still had a thing for the annoying boy that was always flirting with me. I can't blame you for anything."

He searched my eyes for honesty, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "You liked me?"

"I still do."

He smiled, leaning into my touch on his arm, but I didn't let go. "Well, I guess I still can tell my friends I was touched by an angel. See, you gave in."

"Shut up and kiss me," I directed. He didn't protest, slamming his lips into mine and holding me close. 

We pulled apart breathlessly, and he gave me a wink. "See, my flirting works. I'm awesome."

"Keep telling yourself that."

He laughed, grabbing my hand and walking off down the path. Maybe today didn't suck that bad...