REQUEST: Hi can you do an imagine of The reader telling her feelings to Peter Pan but rejects but then overtime he truly loves her and end up getting together (Fluff please) Btw I love imagine so much 😍👌
A/N: insp. light me up - the pretty reckless, sweetie little jean - cage the elephant. the course of true love never did run smooth - william shakespeare
[gif is mine] hid face tho when he realizes he's in love. "wtf no."
TITLE:
PAIRING: Pan x Reader
RATING: K
WORD COUNT: 969
You didn't know what good could ever come from you telling someone like Pan how you felt about him. Him being him of course, rejected you. The feeling you got when he moved close to you and smiled that crooked smile of his, sweeping you off your feet with a gentle touch against your cheek, then said what he said. It lit you on fire and burnt you to the core and unlike a phoenix, you were never going to get up again.
No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't forget his face when you told him that you loved him. It was a mixture of disbelief, like it couldn't be happening, and ridicule, like you didn't matter shit. Stupid little girl, what did you expect?Pan wasn't capable of any real emotion. He was only a power hungry little boy, who never grew up. Childish and selfish, incapable of any remorse or love. And none of that was ever going to change.
But you decided not to brood in it, instead, push your feelings aside and concentrate on the one thing that mattered, getting the hell off that cursed island.
It had been a couple of weeks since you had left the main camp. You'd been moving yours nearly every day, in case Pan decided to come after you, but he never did.
The air was still cold, it had just rained, stormed really, and so the earth was damp and smelled so fresh and alive. You felt like the rain had washed away all the pain and filth that was your love for that demon, and you were ready to go home.
Sitting under a tree, with your legs coiled up against your chest, you watched the thin branches in the trees move in the wind. It was still cold, and the sun was hiding behind the branches that covered it from you.
Actually, you had no plan as to how you were going to get off the island. You didn't have a magic bean, or Pan's shadow or a ship for that matter. You didn't have any pixie dust either, and even if you did, it probably wouldn't work. Not to be pessimistic or anything, but you had no way out.
About to go to sleep, you suddenly heard a noise from the woods. Thinking it was an animal, you prepared your weapon. But it wasn't an animal, it was something else. Someone.
You wanted to get up and face Peter Pan, but didn't want to give him the advantage of your fear. You just laughed at the sight of him as he smirked and walked closer to you.
»What do you want?» you asked him boredly, putting away your knife. He already let you leave the camp, why would he come after you weeks later?
»I want to talk», he said, and you shook your head with a smile of disbelief.
»What about?» you asked and Pan moved closer, kneeling on the ground before you.
»Well, funny thing», he said with a laugh. »I need help, with emotion things.»
»You don't have any», you said and he smirked.
»When you left the camp, I found myself missing you, and thinking about you, all the time», he said it like it was the most repelling thing in the world for him. But also, he seemed to only then have realized it, and your lips parted in surprise. »And, I also have this heavy feeling in my chest, and I don't know what it is.» His guard was beginning to lower, almost to the point of vulnerability.
»I think it's guilt, Pan», you said as you got up to leave. You were just as surprised as he was. Psychopaths don't feel guilt. He looked up in disbelief as you collected your things in a small bag you made from a deer skin.
»And», he began, taking your arm. The smugness in his voice had vanished, and he seemed like an actual human being. »I was wondering, whether you still felt that way», he said, looking down, like a little kid trying to tell his mother he broke her China.
All those feelings you tried so hard to forget came rushing back, and you felt the tears burn in your eyes, because you realized a person does often meet their destiny on the road they took to avoid it. You never meant for yourself to fall in love with Peter Pan in fact, you were trying your best not to. Because you knew, you knew the dark side was tempting and that one way or another you'd step on it.
»I do», you said quietly, trying to hold back the tears. He looked up at you and his expression changed once he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He clearly didn't know what to do, he just looked into your eyes.
You wiped the tear away and then looked at him. »Because,» he said and broke eye contact, »I realized once you left, that I didn't act fairly and that I should've told you the truth.», he said. »And I think the feeling I have in my chest, is the weight of the fact that I never told you that–, I, I loved you», he paused. »And I'm sorry, love, for all the damage done», he added quietly.
He slid his hand from your wrist to your palm, and interlocked his fingers with yours. You felt another tear roll down your cheek as he pulled you close.
»I love you, Y/N», he said as he wiped away the tear from your face and then lightly kissed your lips, and you knew, there was no telling how much more pain would come from this, but then again, the course of true love never did run smooth.