REQUEST: Can you write a peter pan imagine where he is in love with the reader like crazy but she doesn't love him back and then hes like locking her away from other boys so she'll be his?
A/N:
FANDOM: OUAT
PAIRING: Pan x Reader
RATING: T
TITLE: Mine
WORD COUNT: 395
You were only sure of two things in the world, you knew Peter Pan was head over heels in love with you, and you didn't care shit for him.
He told you, expecting you'd feel the same way, but you didn't. You couldn't love someone like him, and doubted he even knew what love was.
The problems started when you rejected him. You told him what a terrible person he was and how you'd never love him. Still he wanted to have you all to himself and didn't allow anyone to even look at you.
"I love you", you could hear the sound of his voice in your head as he touched your arm at the dinner table.
You had to admit, at first it was kind of hot when he would beat up other boys if they flirted with you or talked to you suggestively. He would touch your thigh under the table and tell you good night every evening before you went to bed. But his behaviour began to evolve. The previous week, he killed a boy for looking at you as you walked past. He ripped his heart out in front of everyone and squeezed it into ashes. After that, he kept you isolated from the other boys. And he'd keep you in his treehouse so he could watch over you.
"What's wrong with you?" you asked one day, as you were laying on Pan's bed, watching him whittle. He didn't look up for a while and you thought he couldn't hear you, until he glanced at you.
"You."
"Aha", you said. "Because you love me, right?"
"Yes", he said, keeping eyes on the piece of wood he was working on.
"You don't know what love is, and I'm out of here", you said, getting up and walking to the door, but Pan got to you first. He pushed you against the wall before you could reach the knob.
"You're not going anywhere, Y/N", he said slowly and quietly. You didn't feel anything, when he touched your waist and his lips grazed your temple. He backed away, looking at you from head to toe and you knew, there was no escaping Pan.