Imagine #9: A Queen Doesn’t Need A King- Part 2
Request: okay but an imagine for Peter Pan based off of Castle by Halsey
It’s been weeks since the rebels vanished from Pan’s camp. They’ve been in hiding, and no one knew where they were. Y/N was busy running camp, ensuring that they all trained, that they continued to get better. When night rolled around they gathered around and planned their attack, making sure every single detail, every possibility was accounted for and mapped out. The nerves were brewing and as the weeks drew on they became restless, ready to take Neverland back.
Meanwhile, back at the lost boys’ camp they all danced around and acted as if everything was fine. Not a single lost boy was worried about the growing threat, none took it seriously. Not even the Boy King. It was one evening when Felix made his way to Pan’s tent that he finally questioned him. “Pan,” Felix’s voice had drawled out, “Don’t you think we should prepare for the band of misfits that Y/N has?”
A chuckle escaped Peter’s lips, “Why would we waste our time doing that?”
The second hand man paused for a moment, seemingly surprised that his leader was unconcerned, “You aren’t worried about their attack.” It was a statement rather than a question, an observation that is now a conclusion. The fact hung in the air between the two, almost leaving a lingering presence.
Peter looked to him in disbelief, “Don’t tell me you’re worried. They’re nothing but children trying to play a game they cannot win.”
Felix’s face stayed blank of any emotion, but he made his way to the exit. Before leaving he looked to Pan, “If there is one thing I learned in my time before Neverland, it is never to dismiss a group of people who have a reason to fight. Especially one with vengeance for their family pumping through their veins.”
Felix left before he got a response. He made his way to the forest, deciding to scope out and see if he could find the group, or at least have some form of contact. He continued to trudge through the forest, careful not to make any noise.
Finally after some time and a few twists and turns he heard a drop behind him. He turned around to see Y/N in a crouched position before she stood to her full height. The girl before him had war paint on her face, her Y/E/C eyes dark as she assessed him. “What do you need Felix?”
It was a simple question, but not the question he had expected. He was expecting her to threaten him, to tell him to leave, not to ask him what he needed. He considered this for a moment, “I need you to stop this silly game you’re playing.” The words felt weird on his lips, silly game. Not his words, but his leaders and he knew they were wrong to say.
It must have shown because Y/N raised an eyebrow, “Silly game? Felix, do you honestly believe that this is just a silly game?” Nothing came from the boy, and she stood there pondering it for a moment, “I guess it is a game, if you want to put it that way. A game for power, a game of war. But in no way is it silly Felix. In the end only one person will be left standing, and I’ll be damned if it’s that green eyed demon.”
Felix wasn’t a stupid person, not by any means. He stayed silent, he observed, he learned and adapted well. He knew that Y/N was a threat, he knew it the first day he saw her, the day after Pan supposedly “broke her”. Although she was obedient and did as told, he saw in her eyes the anger, the thirst for revenge, for blood. He saw the monster inside her, but only he saw it for she kept it well hidden. It was only in the moments when she thought no one was looking that it flickered for a half second, and even the sharpest of eyes wouldn’t spot it. Not unless you grew up watching people, observing, being weary. Only Felix saw the true her. Which is why he knew she was a threat. He knew she was a bomb ready to go off. But he also knew Peter Pan. He knew what the Demon King was capable of, he has seen the worst of Pan’s work, and he knew that when they clashed Neverland was going to be a bloodbath.
A sigh escaped him, “You should have just kept your pretty mouth shut.” Her eyes darkened at this, but he shook his head, “You can attack us, but we will win. Peter Pan never fails.” And again the boy left the person behind, not waiting for a response. His voice seemed resolute, no crack or shake. Something he’s perfected, because deep inside he wasn’t sure if they would win this time, but it was his loyalty that kept him planted next to Pan and it was his brain that told him to fear the girl he just left.
Note: I’m making this into three parts now, I felt this was more Felix oriented and thought I should separate the battle from it. Anyway part 3 will be out soon, hope you enjoyed this!