Peter Pan Imagines

Imagine [9]

Type: Fluff

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Pan didn't know what she had done, but it wasn't good. Every time he saw her, he felt a strange sensation run through his body.

He shook his head. The girl was making him feel warm, making him feel protective. He wouldn't be able to harm her, even if she betrayed him.

The thought of her betraying him hurt more than any wound ever could.

She had put a curse on him, that was the only explanation. The curse wasn't all bad, Neverland's magic seemed to be slowly restoring, without the heart of the truest believer.

It was morning, all the Lost ones were still asleep, all apart from Y/n, who was taking her morning walk. Pan should've killed her for venturing out of the camp, he would've killed any of the other Lost Ones, (apart from Felix).

Why did he treat her differently? Why couldn't he treat her like the others?

Once they were far enough from the camp, Pan pinned her against a tree. She gasped, not in pain, in shock. Despite how it may appear to another, he wasn't hurting her, just keeping her in place.

"What have you done? What spell have you placed upon me?"

Y/n looked at him confused. She wasn't blessed, (or cursed), with magic, she was merely a human, a lost one who followed Pan's magical Pipes. She wasn't anyone special.

"I don't understand," she said.

"You've cast a spell upon me, and I want it removed," he hissed. "You never leave my mind. I never wish to hurt you. I enjoy causing others pain, yet with you." He ran his finger down the side of her face. "I cannot do it."

Y/n eye's widened as she realised what Pan meant. She was shocked, that the boy felt things for her, out of every girl, he liked her. "I believe I know the problem."

"Fix it!" he demanded. Y/n gulped, though nodded her head. "Only if you trust me to do so." "I do, now fix me."

"Close your eyes," she told him and he listened. He wasn't sure why he trusted her, yet he did, almost as much as he trusted Felix.

Y/n leaned forward, pressing her lips against his in a brief, shocking kiss. She pulled back, only for Pan to pull her closer to him. He knew what the feeling was, he was in love with her. Y/n was his soulmate.

"I-I'm sorry," Y/n stuttered. Pan brought his finger to her lips, smiling a real smile and one not sinister. "I'm never letting you go," he whispered, before moving his finger and kissing the girl once more.

Peter Pan had found his soul mate and he would never let anyone harm her.

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