Warning: Some cute Peter, angry Peter, and stoic Felix
Summary: Requested by Anon. Peter had a really bad day, and you comfort him.
Word Count: 1068
Neverland was an interesting place. You came here… a while ago. In all honesty, you don’t really remember how long you’ve been here. It’s long enough that you have gotten used to the odd routine the Lost Boys and Peter had here. In the morning, Felix took you hunting. In the afternoon, you helped scout the island with Peter. At night, everyone celebrated what was hunted and the day’s accomplishments.
However, one day, the routine was thrown out the window. Peter Pan was not present for your daily scout or even at the night celebration. The Lost Boys continued on as usual, but you couldn’t help but feel something gnawing at you. Where was Peter? You took this to his seconcd-in-command, Felix.
“(Y/n),” he addressed, not even looking up from sharpening his spear.
You cleared your throat. “Pe, I mean, Pan wasn’t here today. Where do you think he is?”
The Lost Boy froze. Then, he continued sharpening his spear. He shrugged. “I don’t know, but you better leave it alone. You don’t want to anger Pan.”
You grit your teeth and nodded. You danced around the campfire, sharpened your weapons, and told the younger ones a bedtime story before going to bed yourself.
However, you still couldn’t sleep. You felt empty. Where was Peter? Was he hurt? Was he captured? Wait, he couldn’t be captured. He’s Peter Pan. Still, you couldn’t help but feel that there was something wrong and that you could fix it. Being the restless person you are, you decided to walk around the camp.
The campsite was empty during the night, Pan’s orders. However, that one particular night, Pan’s orders didn’t cross your mind.
You wandered around camp and found yourself in front of Pan’s private cabin. You gasped. You weren’t supposed to be here. Pan allowed no one but his shadow and on rare occasions, Felix. You? Well, you and Peter were close, but close enough to go into his quarters?
You shook your head. Peter was not at scouting, dinner, or the nightly celebration. You had to check on him.
Slowly and with a shaking hand, you pushed the door. “Pan?” The door creaked. The cabin was dark, and you couldn’t see a thing. You kept a hand on your dagger, ready if Pan got mad. “Pan?”
“What are you doing here?”
You sighed. He sounded ok, angry, but ok. “I just wanted to know if you were ok. You weren’t with me for our scouting.” Curiousity got the best of you. “Where were you?”
“Dealing with a few pirates and Indians.” Peter’s voice was so strained. Every word was laced with venom.
You smirked. “Well, they’re all idiots compared to you and us.” You laughed weakly, trying to lighten up the tension in the room. You lit a match and closed the door. You lit up a torch by the entrance. The fire illuminated the scene.
Peter Pan was standing next to his bed, his back facing you. Everything surrounding him was broken. The mirror was smashed. The dresser was in shambles. The drapes above his windows were ripped to shreds.
You inhaled sharply at the sight. You dashed over the Peter. You grabbed one of his hands, examining them. The cuts were already healing.
Peter ripped away from your grip. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you’re ok, you idiot!” you snapped. You grabbed his other hand. Blood pooled out of a wound near his knuckles. You shook you r head. Scurrying around the cabin, you found a basin of water and a clean cloth. You dabbed his wound with a wet cloth.
“It can be fixed with magic,” Peter snapped.
You scoffed. “Yeah, sure. What about the infection, Peter?”
His eyes widened. No one called him that. However, he couldn’t bring himself to correct you. He shook his head. “What are you talking about?”
“Infection, Peter.” You ripped the cloth you were using in half and used both pieces to wrap Peter’s wound. “Look, coming from the Land without Magic has some perks. For example, wonder why your boys get sick, even without dreamshade? It’s called infection, Peter. Unseen things can get into your system-”
“I get it,” he sneered.
You sighed. “Done. What happened anyway?”
“Hook. He threatened us again.”
“Nothing you can’t handle. Remember, Pan never-”
“What if I do?”
You stiffened. “What?”
Peter ran a hand through his hair. He grit his teeth. “(Y/n), what if I do fail? I might not be prepared. That blasted pirate said he’d do anything to-” Peter stopped and looked at the ground. He averted your gaze.
“Peter,” you started slowly, “what did he say he’ll do?”
“He said he’ll take you away from me,” he mumbled. The Lost Boy stared at you. “I can’t let that happen. Hook threatened me, the boys, Felix, even my own son. What if I can’t do it?”
You’ve never seen him so worried, so vulnerable. Your heart ached for him. You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, Peter. Especially not with that codfish of a man.” You smiled at him. “I’m staying with you. So that first threat is nothing to worry about. As for the boys, you’ve trained us for a long time. We will fight back if he dares take one. And we will win. Felix can handle himself. I mean have you seen him. He will never back down and he will never be taken by Hook. Your son, well, he’s like you isn’t he? If that’s so, then- then he’ll survive. Just like his father.”
Peter Pan smirked. “I wish it were that simple.” He held the hand you had on his shoulder. His smirk turned into a smile. “Can you… Can you stay with me? Just for the night.”
You licked your lips. “Of course.”
Peter and you laid on the bed. You attempted to be far from him, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. However, Peter had another idea. He pulled you close, so your back was pressed against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat on your back and his breathing in your hair. His warmth spread throughout your body, and his scent filled the air around you. He wrapped his arms around your stomach.
Peter whispered, right in your ear, “You’re not leaving Neverland. You hear me, (Y/n).”
You smiled. “I don’t plan to.”
Heyo! I hope it’s too your liking! Sorry, it took me such a long time. I had a hard time trying to make Peter in a cuddly mood, while trying my best to make Peter still in character. I hope it seems that way. And THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ANON!!!
Anyway, I am still taking requests! Since there are none so far, later tonight, there will be my first Barry Allen imagine! So excited!!!