Request from anonymous: “Please do the christmas prompt of the pulling you in for a kiss with a scarf. I dont really care who with, it just seems so cute.”
(I turned this into a winter scarf because Christmas is over now)
This island was surely bipolar, and you were complete and utterly positive of this.
One second it was like the sun was falling directly on the island, and the next it seemed like the sun had been swallowed up by the dark and droopy clouds above. Today it just so happened that the sun had been bombarded by the sky, and was not giving anybody on the island any type of sympathy.
Shivers rumbled violently throughout your body as you continued to skin the insides out of the animal you had hunted. Even it was almost frozen solid, making it all the more difficult for you to tear the meat away from its flesh.
You sat, wave after wave of chills speeding down your spine, near the fire. Almost as an instinct, you would subconsciously scoot to closer to the fire, then have to force yourself to move back, less you burn your skin.
"Damn Pan and his-“ you started to mumble, before getting interrupted.
"Damn me and my what?”
You looked up with a toxic sneer; there was no way, in this weather, you would survive without proper clothing.
Something as simple as a hat would help you in your state, but apparently Pan was too busy with whatever task he was doing to care.
"You and your unwillingness to give me descent clothing in this damn awful weather, you idiot!“
He rolled his eyes, "I think you’ll survive."
"Not in this weather! You must have forgotten that I don’t even have a sturdy coat, I’m wearing a sweater!” You hissed back, throwing your arms up in exasperation at his ignorance.
He sighed, putting his hands on his knees and pushing himself up from his position across from you. He held out his hand, as if he thought you would let him help you up. You looked straight at his outstretched hand, and stood up by yourself.
He shrugged and turned away, strutting towards the direction of his treehouse.
"What the Hell, Pan? I need suitable clothes or I’ll freeze!“ You yelled at him, stoming after him and tugging on his arm in frustration.
He turned around and spoke, clearly annoyed,” Well, then come on! I was trying to get you to follow me so I could get you some!“
You rolled your eyes as he turned around, giving him a shameless wierd face behind his back. A few lost boys that sat near you snickered at your reaction, but soon continued feverishly with their work as they saw the look Pan had given them.
"You know, you don’t have to be a total jerk all the time,” you mumbled as the two of you reached the ladder leading to his hut that was hidden in the fortress of snow that covered the tree.
"Be quiet.“ He growled, the sound resembling a wild animal.
"See!” You pointed out to him, “You just growled like a dog! Only jerks do that! It’s creepy, and weird.”
He turned around,“Just climb the damn ladder, (Y/N).”
"What if I don’t want to?“ You challenged, crossing your arms and planting your feet on the ground.
"Then you know very well what I could do; don’t test what little patience I have for you."
"As if that is going to scare me? You wouldn’t do anything, not to me, or any of the lost boys for that matter!”
"Oh, you’d be surprised…“
You squinted your eyes wickedly at him, sick of bickering pointlessly with him when he would just keep firing things back at you.
"You’re a baboon."
And with that last insult pouring from your mouth, you walked past him, purposely bumping his shoulder, and started climbing the wooden pegs. He followed closely behind, and you could practically sense the victorious smirk plastered onto his face.
"I may be a baboon, but at least-"
You silenced him with a sharp ‘shh!’ and then sighed in content, he was finally quiet.
It wasn’t often that you could hear only the birds singing soft melodies, and usually it wasn’t that long of a break when you did, but you always savored the moments. All that could be heard was what sounded like a robin and a bluejay serenading each other; that was, until a though interrupted their lullabies.
"Pan, why am I going first? You need to unlock the door…” You interrogated as you reached the top, finding that the ladder lead straight to the door without a deck or porch first.
He chuckled, “Because then I get to do this!"
He climbed up towards you, much to your dismay, so that his feet were on the same step as yours, his front held tight against your back. He was practically laying on top of you, squishing you against the wood. One hand held the latter step just above your head to keep his balance, while the other casually searched for what you assumed was the key to the door you were pressed against.
You weren’t as cold anymore with him on you, but you now had other problems.
"Pan! Get off of me! I don’t want your disgusting, germ covered dna this close to me!” You screeched, trying to squeeze away from him.
"Aw, love! Are you embarrassed about a little human contact? Oh, you really should get used to that!“ He teased in a baby voice, urging you to try and get further away.
A small voice in your head told you he was right, that you were completely lost and embarrassed when it came to contact with another living being. Had it really been that long since you’d had a hug, or even touched the hand of somebody in a non-violent fighting technique?
"For the love of–just get the damn key!”
He laughed at your misery, finally reaching the the key up to the lock. You were about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he suddenly paused.
"What’s the magic words?“
You groaned, "I swear I will personally punch you in the balls if you don’t put that dumb key in that lock right now.”
"Wrong! The password is…“ he paused to think, ”'Pan is sexy’“
"Oh, no way. I’m not saying that, so just open the door, you insufferable idiot!”
“Not until you say the password."
"Then we’ll stay here all night if we have to!”
"Pan, open the door! I’m not kidding!“ You screamed, fed up with his stupid games he had been playing.
"Neither am I, say the password!"
"I’m not saying the password!"
"You have to!"
"No, I really don’t!”
"If you want in, you do.“
"Then get off so that I can climb down, because I’m not saying the password.”
You screamed loudly in frustration, turning around beneath him and taking a vicious swipe at his face. He caught your arms by its wrist, gently bringing it back to your side with extreme caution. His eyes held surprise; no lost person had ever tried to physically hurt him before unless they had a valid reason.
You huffed angrily at him,"Let go of my arm and let me down from this stupid ladder, I don’t want the clothes anymore! Don’t touch me you idiot, you stupid-”
"No! I don’t wanna stop talking just because you say I have to you damn ignorant idiot, you have no right to tell me-”
"I said STOP!“ He yelled loudly, scaring the living daylights out of your figure, causing you to, out of your better judgment, flinch slightly.
He pushed the door open and lifted your hate filled body into the room, following in pursuit soon after.
You were too caught up in pouting that you didn’t stop to realise the cool knick knacks and treasures he had placed around his one roomed house. In one corner was a shelf full of things you could only find in Neverland; pixie dust in bottles, mermaid scales, and many other exotic mementos.
"The only thing I have are some old coats from me, and they’ll still be a bit big…but they’ll have to do I guess.” He told you, but you weren’t paying much attention to him any more.
You had finally gotten rid your pouty face and put on one of wonder and excitement as you eyed the endless trinkets that cluttered up his room.
You felt a pile of clothes hit you in the side of the head, snapping you out of your daze. You picked the clothes off the floor and then glared at the annoying boy.
"Don’t give me that look! I just gave you some of my best clothes!“
You looked down at the soft material in your hands and furrowed your brows. Why did he give you such nice clothes?
You set some of the extra articles of clothing (a hat, scarf, and gloves) on his bed, grabbing the coat and slipping it around your shoulders.
It was huge, to say the least, but extremely warm. It hung from your shoulders slightly, and came down to your thighs. The sleeves dangled past your hands.
You flopped the sleeves around a bit and pulled up the hood of the green, leather like material. It covered your eyes a bit, creating a sinister aura.
Well, as sinister as you could get.
You put your hands on your hips and puffed out your chest, lowering your voice as spoke, "I am Pahn! Leadah of the lost boys! I like to floy, und my second in commund is Felux."
He raised his eyebrow at you, a smirk making its way onto his lips.
"Ah! Felux!” You stood beside him and poorly imitated his British accent, reaching up to sling an arm around his shoulders, “Today is a good doy to play hoyd and seek with the lost boys! Lut’s play!"
"Who is this (Y/N)? Do I know 'er?” You asked, flicking your eyebrows up simultaneously.
He roll his eyes, “You are a dork.”
"How dah you coll me, Petah Pahn, a dok!“ You bellowed, leaning back with your hand on your heart dramatically.
As you leaned back up, you saw a reaction completely different from the one you had expected.
He grabbed the scarf that sat on the edge of his bed and walked towards you with it, agonisingly slow.
You, of course, were scared for your life because of the way he was looking at you. He had a dark tint in his eyes, and an animalistic grin on his face.
He got close enough to where he could finally reach you, and then swung the scarf around the back of your neck. Tugging you roughly to him, he slowly leaned down so that you were nose to nose.
He looked into your eyes intensely, then closed them and tilted his lips down. They met yours, and somehow you found yourself kissing back. He pulled you closer to him with the scarf, but then dropped it and slid one hand down to your waist, the other resting on the back of your neck.
After a few moments of the intense yet meaningful kiss, the two of you broke away. Both of your cheeks were dusted in a scarlet color, a butterfly effect taking its toll on your stomach. Your lips were still numb, and all you could think about was kissing his again.
"Uh…thanks for the clothes by the way, how can I repay you?"
To which he replied, "More of those.” and pulled you in once more.
((I think we all need a moment to appreciate that gif cuz AWW???))
Imagine singing Peter Pan a lullaby and him reacting to it. *The gif above is not mine, all rights belong to the respective owner*
The boys were clapping and dancing. It was all very cheery tonight, especially when Pan started to play his pipes, which made the boys whistle and cheer happily. You hadn’t noticed it, but you had started to hum an old bedtime story (one that you had heard when you were very little from you mother), and this humming started to turn into singing. You had started the normal dancing into waltzing, which was strange because you normally wouldn’t do that. These actions of course took everyone by surprise, yet Peter Pan kept things normal by still playing on his pipes. Of course this didn’t alarm you, it was quiet nice listening to his music. Of course, you loved music, thus the beginning started.
“I know you, I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam”
As you waltzed around, the boys started to stop dancing, but with having your eyes closed, you assumed that everything was alright, so you carried on singing. “Yet I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem But if I know you, I know what you’ll do You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”
Everything seemed to have calm down… The boys were no longer dancing, only beginning to sit on the nearest log or chair. Peter still continued to play, only in tune with your chosen song, yet this didn’t alarm you. The birds had started to tweet within your chosen song too. It seemed that nature wanted to take the adventurous side tonight. “But if I know you, I know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream….”
The pipes had suddenly stopped playing, making the boys look at Pan. Pan gave a confusing look. “How long had she been singing?” Pan thought to himself. “Well, however long. She’s very good at it.” he smiled to himself in his thoughts.
“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam”
As he listened he began to understand the familiar tune. He knew this tune, but he didn’t know how he knew it. It was like it came naturally into his mind, like he’d heard it for years and years. Then all of sudden, him, himself. Peter Pan, started to hum which lead into singing. This of course shocked all the Lost Boys. But they enjoyed their Peter Pan singing. It wasn’t often he sang. Especially for a Lost Girl. Then unexpectedly it happened. He didn’t know how this dancing or waltzing had happened. Peter had joined in with the waltzing with (Y/N). You of course did not mind at all, however dancing with your crush only seemed like it was a dream.
“And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do”
You hadn’t realised that another voice was singing. It was Peter’s. It was beautiful and in tone. And sure enough it matched your beautiful voice. The duet began, and as you looked around while you were waltzing with Peter, it seemed that all the boys were half asleep. “How cute.” you thought to yourself as you were humming.
“You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream”