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Demon Boy of Neverland Pt.5 (Humor)

Description: Baelfire is Peter's new therapist. Their therapeutic session will inspire Pan to give up the Thinking Log and upgrade to a Thinking Tree.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I am just writing fanfiction to soothe my soul.

Demon Boy of Neverland: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

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Several days had passed since Felix started his mission to gain Y/N's trust. Pan had made himself scarce from Y/N, and despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but think of him and of their --ehem-- their most intimate moment together...especially of Pan pinning her to the floor.

"Oh, damn it all!," Y/N unintentionally shouted out. Her cheeks were flushed red.

Felix, startled, looked up at Y/N's frustrated expression and asked, "What's wrong?"

Y/N gritted her teeth, clutching at the bars of the cage wall until her knuckles turned white, and sent the most ferocious glare to Felix as she said tightly, "You. Are. CHEATING!"

Felix, maintaining a poker face, said, "No. I am not."

"Yes! Yes you are!," Y/N angrily insisted. She pointed at the three cards that laid upside down before Felix and continued, "For the last four games, I have followed the Lady, but you cheat!"

"No, I would never," Felix persisted, suppressing a smile, "Stop accusing others and just admit that your embittered words are those of a sore loser."

"....What did you just say to me?," Y/N questioned in a low, ominous tone.

Felix, quite careless, said casually, "I said: Just admit that you're a sore loser."

Felix, the poor fellow, didn't note the fact that Y/N was holding something behind her back, a weapon that would bring even Pan to his knees. She brought it forth, concealed from Felix and with a dart of her hand to his neck, she struck him down....

....down into a laughing, curled up mass on the forest floor. Y/N smirked evilly as she brandished the pink flamingo feather. She stroked his neck with the feather several times more, sending him into a stomach-aching fit of laughter.

Y/N immediately searched his sleeves thoroughly, patting up and down his abdomen until she saw the Lady card tucked into the hood of his cloak.

"Aha! A liar and a cheater," she exclaimed, plucking the card from him, "For the last four games, I win by default. So grovel before me and beg for forgiveness, you cheating prick!"

She then continued tickling his neck with the feather until tears ran out of his eyes, with him yelling, "Mercy! Mercy!."

And all the while, deep within the jungle, Pan witnessed it all.

Y/N continuously tickled Felix, a joyous smile upon her face, completely unaware of Pan's burning glare of jealousy directed at the two; his fists balled up and trembling, hatred swelling in his heart toward his supposedly most loyal Lost Boy.

Pan waved his hand and poofed himself out of there.

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"Hey, hey! What are you doing here? This is private property!," a voice exclaimed aloud indignantly.

Pan turned around and saw that a person sat on his Thinking Log, a raw slab of meat speared and roasting on a spit over a fire before him.

"Private property my arse! That Thinking Log and I go a long way back before you were born, Baelfire," Pan emphasized, stepping near to the glowing embers of the fire.

"Oh shit--," Baelfire said to himself before looking up to the intimidating figure of Peter Pan.

Baelfire, internally wracking from nervousness, babbled on, "Pan? I-It's you! Long time no see! How long has it been? A decade? Centuries? Gods, you haven't aged a day! What cream do you use? Anyways, I-I thought that you were one of the Lost Boys---"

"You could've recognized the footsteps of your beloved ruler," Pan interjected, taking a step closer to Bae.

Balefire, quite adamant about saving his behind, rattled on, "Oh, really Pan, your skin! Flawless! You gotta tell me what cream you use. And your hair! Did Tiger Lily trim it? It really brings out the greenness in your eyes. Do--do you wanna hear a joke?"

Pan just looked at Baelfire with a blank expression.

"O-Okay...," Baelfire tensely said, taking his silence as acquiescence. "Wh-What does a pirate say on his 80th birthday?"

"He says, 'Baelfire, run. Run like hell. I have the power to rip the shadow out of you and make it into one of my many tortured minions'," Pan said, a sadistic grin accompanying all that he said.

"Slavery. Nice, but, uhm, uh, that--that's not what he actually said. He...said: 'Ay Matey'," Baelfire corrected in a mumbling sort of way, fiddling his fingers together.

"Baelfire, get off my Thinking Log."

Baelfire complied, quickly seating himself on a nearby stump.

"Do you want to hear another joke?," Baelfire asked, following Peter with his eyes as the uncrowned king of Neverland laid flat on his back onto his Thinking Log.

Taking Pan's faraway stare into the distance above him as acquiescence, Baelfire asked: "What did the beaver say to the tree?"

For a few moments, Pan didn't respond. Baelfire kept his eye on Pan and was cautiously turning the meat over the fire when Pan suddenly bursted out, "I've been gone a few days and now, what? She's feeling him up and giving him smiles? She's supposed to be feeling me up! And Felix---"

Pan abruptly stood up and paced back and forth before Baelfire, who was biting on a sliver of cooked meat and watching Peter avidly.

"Felix, that traitor! I taught him how to play Follow the Lady! How dare he use it to get closer to my mutton pie!"

Baelfire tilted his head to the side with a perplexed look at the word 'mutton pie'.

"Look, Pan, you're a great guy. A great catch! Compared to you, Felix is nothing. He's dirt!," Baelfire encouragingly said, knowing full well he's kissing ass in order to avoid getting the shadow ripped out of him.

"But in Y/N's eyes, I'm dirt."

"You don't know that. Come here, tell me why you think so," Baelfire beckoned to Peter, patting on the Thinking Log. Pan complied and laid flat on his back onto the Thinking Log once more.

Baelfire steepled his fingers, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward toward Pan.

Peter inhaled and exhaled as he said, "Well, she calls me names."

"What kind of names?" Bae inquired, taking up a bark of wood and a stick with a burnt tip.

"Weird names. It's kind of hurtful. She calls me 'Green Devil', 'Evil Broccoli', 'Demon Boy'--I swear, her mutton addiction is getting to her brains."

"Hmm, so, is that why you referred to Y/N as 'Mutton Pie'?," Bae asked with a raised brow.

"Yes."

Baelfire pencilled the words 'Has Weird Pet Names' and 'Is In a Potential Love Triangle', onto the piece of bark. Next, Bae asked, "If you wanted Y/N to 'feel you up', why don't you just rip out Felix's shadow? Problem solved! And he's replaceable! Right?....right?"

Peter fiddled with his thumbs as he said, "Well, I won't rip the shadow out of my most loyal Lost Boy. Felix is the only one willing to call me 'Milord'. I also assigned him to gain Y/N's trust. Her trust in him is essential if we're to pull off our little scheme."

"What scheme?"

"A scheme that doesn't concern you," Pan emphasized, narrowing his eyes as he faced Baelfire. Bae nodded and wrote onto the bark of wood: 'Secretive' and 'Has Trust Issues.'

"Instead of being dramatic and making everything complicated, why don't you just tell her how you feel?"

Pan scoffed and said, "Are you mad? I kidnapped her. 'Tell her how I feel'? Bae, I'm beginning to doubt your usefulness to me as a guide."

"How am I supposed to know that you kidnapped that girl? You didn't say!," Bae bursted out defensively. He continued on bitterly with an equally bitter look, "It's not like you drop by for a cup of tea once a year. It's been a decade since we've seen each other last and when you actually take the time to chat with an old acquaintance, it's to cry to me about girl problems."

Baelfire scribbled the words 'Scared of Admitting His Feelings', with a finishing flourish onto the bark of wood.

"Hey, what are you writing down?," Pan inquired, straining to read from the bark of wood.

Bae quickly snatched the bark from view and said, "Now, about Y/N. How close to her would you say both of you are?"

Pan remained silent for a few minutes, fiddling his thumbs until Bae pressed on by saying, "Well?"

"Oh, sod off! You're taking advantage of my vulnerability. Despicable," Pan said with a disappointed shake of his head. "For that, I ought to feed you to the mermaids."

"Ah, so you're-- ehem -- closer to her than she is with Felix," Baelfire deduced, writing onto the bark of wood 'Lovers?'.

Unintentionally flushing red in both cheeks, Pan exclaimed aloud: "I didn't say that!"

"You didn't need to. You implied it."

"Absurd! Are you trying to make a fool out of me?," Pan slowly questioned with a menacing look in his narrowed eyes. "If you are, then I'm sure your shadow will do me more service than yourself."

"Ther-there's no need for that!," Bae defended, forcing out a nervous laugh. In an attempt to divert Pan's displeasure onto Felix, Baelfire continued, "Besides, shouldn't you be spending your time winning Y/N back from Felix? Or--or instead of scheming with Felix, why don't you scheme against him?"

"Win Y/N back? Scheme against Felix?," Pan exclaimed aloud as though the very thought had never occurred to him. After a few moments of furrowing his eyebrows in thought and thoughtfully gazing up into the sky, Pan abruptly sat up straight, an evil grin adorning his damnably good-looking face. Sinister, indeed.

"Baelfire, you may be annoyingly nosy, but the things you spout out when it comes to saving your arse. Inspired," Pan said as he stood up to leave.

"Wh-What did I say?," Baelfire asked, perplexed, as Pan walked past him.

"You said, 'Peter Pan Never Fails'. Sounds quote-worthy, right? Oh, and Baelfire, you can keep the Thinking Log. I'm upgrading it to a Thinking Tree."

"What? A Thinking Tree? 'Peter Pan Never Fails'? I never said that!"

But Pan already poofed out of there. Baelfire settled himself back onto the Thinking Log and sat in contemplation for awhile.

Finally, Bae said aloud to himself,"'Peter Pan Never Fails'....It does sound quote-worthy."

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Felix had been gone for awhile, but after dozens of minutes of eagerly waiting, he came back, a piece of paper in hand. Y/N looked up at him expectantly.

"I'm to take you out of your cage," Felix informed her with a blank expression.

"Pissing break again? I went an hour ago."

"No. You are to wash yourself in the lake," Felix informed, handing the note over to Y/N.

She opened it. It read: 'You're starting to smell, mutton pie. -Sincerely Your Beloved Broccoli.'

"That perverted bastard," Y/N said to herself, crumpling the note angrily.

TO BE CONTINUUUEED.

#peter pan imagine #peter pan ouat #ouat #felix ouat #baelfire ouat #baelfire x peter pan #peter pan x reader #felix x reader #dylan schmid #dylan schmid ouat

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Victor Creed & the Witness to his Crimes

Description: You witnessed Victor Creed murdering your coworkers. He has taken you and entrapped you.

Warning: some smut, lots of blood, & a lotta description.

Disclaimer: I don't own Victor Creed (he owns mah heart :') nor do I own any diners named Randall's. I just came up with a random name to suit the diner in this story.

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Y/N was walking briskly along upon the damp sidewalk at night. The thought of getting kidnapped or mugged made the quiet yet dark atmosphere about her all the more terrifying, and so she quickened her pace. She looked every which way constantly, especially behind, to see if any hooded stalkers were trailing after her. For added assurance, she clutched tightly onto her mace in her coat pocket.

Y/N would have gotten a cab if it weren't for the fact that the only thing that awaited her on the streets were tumbleweeds rolling by under the luminescent glare of the lamplight. And besides, Randall's diner wasn't that far off and it was better than calling and waiting for an Uber to arrive. Her coworker, Maudie, had a last minute family emergency call and implored Y/N to swap shifts just for one night.

"Just this once, and I'll owe ya," Maudie pleaded with her crinkling blue eyes, hands clasped together imploringly.

"O-Okay," Y/N stammered out timidly.

After a long while, Y/N finally saw the flashing neon sign, Randall's, up ahead. With relief, she speed-walked towards the entrance and entered.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

The whole place was void of any living creature save for herself. Y/N felt her stomach tighten and a thrill of fear reverberated throughout her whole being at the most chilling sight: a puddle of blood up ahead of her.

The scarlet puddle was smeared, as though the owner of the blood was dragged. The trail of crimson led behind the counter. Y/N, horrified at such a gruesome picture, felt goosebumps blooming on her arms. With shaky hands did she manage to take out her phone and dialed the police.

"AAAAAHHHH!----"

Frightened beyond all reason, Y/N dropped her phone and was shaking all over in terror. Her heart sped fast and faster; adrenaline pumping hotly through her veins as her instincts yelled, "Run! Leave now!". But, she recognized the person who voiced those screams. Owen.

'I have to help him,' Y/N desperately thought, unintentionally forgetting completely about the police and willed herself to propel forward toward the counter. The door leading to the kitchen behind the counter stood slightly ajar, the trail of blood leading inside.

Y/N breathed shakily as she pushed the door open with a trembling hand. It squealed wide open to reveal a combination of the most revolting sight and scent that would've made her puke horribly at that moment had not at the same time she felt too paralyzed by fear to do anything at all, not even to run.

Puddles of gore and drops of crimson were splattered about the kitchen, the whole place reeking of metallic copper. Y/N saw the cook lying dead over his stove, mouth agape in horror with his eyes lifelessly staring ahead. Another dead body laid on the black-and-white tiled floors near to the cook.

But, that's not what shocked her into paralysis.

Several feet before her, there stood a man in a long, black trench coat. He slowly slid his talon-like claws out of a man's neck and dropped him.

Owen, the manager of Randall's, lay gasping out his last breath with pools of blood trickling out of his mouth and rivulets of crimson streaming out of his neck at the feet of his murderer.

The murderer didn't take any notice of Y/N standing at the doorway, who was quaking and taking deep shuddering breaths. He simply plucked a white handkerchief from Owen's breast pocket and cleansed his talons of the fresh blood.

'Go, go, go, go...,' Y/N pleaded to herself in her mind, but her fright was like heavy weights in her legs; unable to lift them up despite her heart swelling in fear at the thought of her life ending by choking on her own blood.

She managed a shuffle with one foot backwards. The murderer slowly slid his indifferent gaze from his talons to Y/N as she did so. A chill of dread settled in her stomach and startled her out of her paralysis.

She turned and ran, rushing to the other side of the counter and heading straight for the doors.

Tears seeped from her eyes, blurring her vision, but, alas, she slipped on the puddle of blood and hitting her forehead on the corner of a table, she blacked out.

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Y/N sluggishly opened her eyes. She winced at the sharp pain that throbbed on her forehead. She tried sitting up, but groaned at the pounding within her head and settled her head back onto the throw pillow.

Her arms ached and she found that they were bound together underneath her back. She looked down to her feet, which were tied together as well, and with a jolt of realization, she remembered all that had passed before she was knocked out.

Panic began to choke her.

Y/N struggled into a sitting position, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch. What she saw before her sent a thrill of shock that stilled her.

Owen's murderer was sitting on the edge of a bed, looking at her intently. Upon seeing the terror flashing in her eyes and her lower lips wobbling, Victor Creed relished the surging feeling within him at making someone so dull and ordinary cower from him in fear.

She reeked of fear so much, Victor could practically touch it; hearing the quaking of her breaths, tasting the saltiness of her cold sweat breaking from her forehead and smelling the damp scent of lavender cream from her palms moist with anxiety.

One corner of his lips curled upwards in amusement, revealing his fanged tooth.

"Hi," Victor greeted, his smile appearing sadistic to Y/N.

"Are....are you going to--to kill me?," Y/N whispered out, her voice cracking due to her throat tightening as she struggled to hold back her tears.

"Well...," Victor started, examining his nails, which grew to a startling length right before Y/N's widening eyes, "If I wanted to kill you, you'd be joining the pile of dead bodies at that third-rate diner."

'A mutant,' Y/N thought. Involuntarily, she let out a choked sob, but suppressed it when Victor slowly roved his eyes from her feet to her face. Her skin prickled underneath his predatory eyes.

"I always did love a good chase, but, what a joykill you were when you slipped and knocked yourself out cold," his husky voice rumbled out, a bemused smile accompanying it.

He ambled his way over to the couch, shrugging off his coat and leaving it on the floor as he said: "I was going to kill you, but...," he left off, standing behind her and settled his hands on both of her shoulders. One of his hands slowly slid up her neck, his talon-like nails grazing her flesh, the pressure of his claws gradually digging into her skin.

His hand was now grasping tresses of her hair as he continued,"...When I held you in my arms, you were like a frightened little mouse, even in sleep. So fragile. So frail."

Upon emphasizing that word, he harshly yanked her hair to the side, with Y/N yelping out in pain. His other hand dug deep into her shoulder, tears starting to burn within her eyes.

Resisting the urge to sink his fangs into her neck to sate his cravings for blood, he pressed his cheek to her own, his mutton chop roughly scratching at her smooth cheek.

"Why don't you scream? I didn't gag you, there certainly are people around to hear you; you could yell for help," Victor encouraged with a sinister grin.

'You'd kill me sooner rather than later,' But Y/N didn't voice her thoughts and just closed her eyes to endure the talons that were piercing into her shoulder agonisingly, droplets of tears streaking down her cheeks. Displeased at her silence, he dug his sharp talons further, drawing blood.

She cried out in pain. Satisfied with that, Victor retracted his claws and murmured softly, "It would be in your best interest to never displease me. I can snap your neck at any moment."

Victor pressed his warm lips to Y/N's feverish skin, lavishing her flesh with a sweep of his hot tongue, licking up the blood. Heat fluttered within her stomach as he hotly licked at her wounds again.

"Ca-cameras....," Y/N managed to blurt out.

Victor lightly held her chin between the sharp tips of his talons and turned her face towards his own.

"What?," Victor inquired in a low voice.

"The-the cameras a-at Randall's...the police will see it. They'll f-find you," she stammered out, frightened of his face looming so menacingly close to her. A smirk bloomed upon his face.

A chuckle escaped from him as he said, "I'm not so careless as you may think."

He pushed her flat onto her back, climbed over the couch and slid down to straddle her waist, proceeding to say: "I may have been born as a human, destined to grow up as a man battling the animal inside of him. Fortunately for me, I've become something more. And, like an animal, I cave into my desires. The thirst to kill, for slaughter, to see blood spill out of lifeless carcasses. And--," he leaned down to croon seductively into her ear, "--to mate."

Y/N was mesmerized by the feral yet seductive look in his grey eyes that were half-lidded, accentuating the lust within them.

He moved his talons from her chin and traced a sharpened nail lightly onto her lower lips until he pricked a spot that oozed a pinpoint of blood.

In a moment, her bloodied lips were ravished by Victor, suckling at the blood on her lower lips. He parted her lips forcefully and his hot tongue darted in and dominated her, all of her. Her veins pulsated hotly and her heart beats were racing, not in fear, but in being ravished so possessively. He marked her as his property with the hot, insistent sweeps inside her mouth, massaging her lips feverishly with his own, making her moan and become dizzy from the heady sense of helplessness.

Then, Y/N tried moving her head away from him, sickened at the hot, trembling feeling of desire beginning to throb between her thighs for this murderous beast.

"Oh?," he sat back up to examine her face turning to the side in disgust, tears streaking out of her eyes. He reached out a hand to move away the strands of hair on her face with his nails as he continued in a deep, caressing tone, "You don't like... my touch?"

With his other hand, he tore apart her tank top, exposing her breasts cradled by a lacy bra. He roamed his hands over them, Y/N sharply inhaling as he ripped the bra apart, her breasts swinging free for him to cup possessively. He bent down and suckled one of her nipples, his hot breath and lips making her clitoris swell from the rapidly dampening heat due to Victor squeezing her other breast with his other hand.

"I'll take you either way," Victor announced, his pupils dilating, his lust taking control of him. He tore apart the center of her pants with his claws. He tugged it past her knees and bent his head down towards the spot sheathed by a panty.

"Well, well, well," he murmured, inhaling the scent of her damp tangle of curls, "Seems like you've enjoyed my touch more than I thought, my frail, little mouse."

With that said, he tore away her panties with his fangs.

"No, no, no..." Y/N whimpered out, her stomach churning at the thought of Owen choking on his own blood.

"No?," Victor inquired, envisioning himself thrusting his cock into her hard and fast so that she screamed out, 'Yes! Yes!'.

At that moment, he wanted nothing more than that.

"I didn't keep you alive to hear you say no," he growled out, the reasoning side of him suppressed by the animal within.

Knock knock knock

Victor stilled himself.

Knock knock knock

"Move, and I'll kill you," Victor hissed into Y/N's ear, taking out a rag from his pocket and gagging her with it.

He got off of her and, picking up and shrugging on his coat, answered the door.

Some moments passed, during which Y/N considered getting up to expose herself to the visitor, but before she came to a decision, Victor came back.

"We'll continue what we were doing another time," he informed her, his lips curling upwards and revealing his bared fangs.

He picked her up, threw her onto the bed and quickly tied her arms to the headboard.

"Until tonight, my little mouse," he departed with those words, leaving Y/N tense with anticipation over how many inches of her body would she willingly let him possess.

TO BE CONTINUED.

A/N: I just realized how similar this is to Part One of 'Demon Boy of Neverland'....oops. So I guess you could say that this is the more adult version and the Demon Boy is for adolescents lmao.

Just kidding :)

#victor creed imagine #victor creed smut imagine #liev schreiber #sabretooth smut imagine #i'm in lurv #liev schreiber imagine

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Demon Boy of Neverland Pt.4 (Humor)

Description: Felix is going to be your caretaker. He's going to serve you broccoli for dinner and keep you company to help stop you from talking to bugs.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I am just writing fanfiction to soothe my soul.

Demon Boy of Neverland: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

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Night had befallen Neverland. The waves on the coasts of the island calmly lapped at the broad shores, mermaids were quietly sighing to themselves as they gazed longingly at the full moon and the screeches of flamingos lowered down as they ruffled their feathers and comfortably settled their fluffy, pink butts into their warm nests for the day's rest----

"Oh gods, I'M DYYYIINNG!," Y/N bemoaned, rather too loudly.

So loud, in fact, that a nearby flamingo pooped out an egg with a fearful squawk.

Y/N had her face tightly pressed against the cage walls. The chill of the night was starting to creep in upon her; her thin nightgown not doing much against the slight yet cool breezes wafting in and out of her cage. Tears started leaking from of her eyes.

"I'm cold, hungry, and parched. In addition to that, my reputation as an honest, pure and chaste lass had been ruined the moment," Y/N took out a handkerchief and blew snot clean out of her nose, sniffling, "--the moment my virginity was soiled, although not completely, by an Evil Spawn who kidnapped and locked me in a cage for something as petty as making him lose his spot in a line. I mean, how inconceivably idiotic is that?"

Y/N shifted her head slightly to bestow her undivided attention upon the innocent little bug that was burrowing into the dirt.

She nodded her head as she proceeded on conversationally, "I agree. He is inconceivably idiotic. It's just a spot in a line. Demon boy doesn't seem the kind of chap who would wait in line for anyone. If he were, then I did him a favor. Not like he could stand still for a second with that pitchfork wedged in so tight between those flat butt cheeks."

"Actually, he waited two hours to see the Oracle. And, I can assure you that his butt isn't as flat as your own," a voice haughtily proclaimed out-of-the-blue.

Startled, Y/N abruptly sat up straight, the cage bars leaving a deep imprint on her cheek. A tall silhouette emerged from the dense jungle foliage and approached her, a torch crackling and burning brightly in one of the silhouette's hand and a bowl of food held in the other.

"A-As flat as my own?"

"Yes."

Y/N turned to look at her butt and pinched it. She whipped her head back around and glared as murderously at him as she did to Pan.

"Pervert! Peeping in on me while I'm trapped and caged in here like an animal! Didn't anyone teach you to keep your eyes up here?," Y/N wildly gesticulated to her face.

"I don't need to be taught. I'll keep my eyes up here--," he pointed to his grey eyes while still holding the bowl of food, a mischievous smile growing on his face, "--when there's not much to see down there."

Felix crouched to eye level with Y/N and maintained eye contact with her while he planted the torch deep into the ground at a safe distance. A few moments later, Y/N gasped aloud in an offended manner, clutching at her chest as though she were truly hurt.

"You prick! Who in the muttons of hell do you think you are?"

"Someone who is here to take care of you."

"What? To take care of me?"

"Yes," Felix affirmed, removing the strap of the leather flask that was on his person and handed it over to Y/N. "Milor--I mean, Pan, thought it would be best if I kept you company. He wanted to show you the true extent of Neverland's hospitality."

"Ha!" Y/N laughed out contemptuously, uncorking the leather flask and taking a swig of water.

"Is it that difficult to believe?"

"Hmmm. Well, sweetheart, he kidnapped me, took advantage of me and deflowered me. Deflowered. This morning, no less! My answer: Obviously, you dummy!"

Felix, confused due to not knowing what the word 'deflower' means, retaliated by saying, "Better a dummy than being a loon. Your second night in Neverland and you're already having a heartfelt chat...with a bug."

"Hey! You leave Barney out of this!"

Felix, upon realizing that the more he opened his mouth and spewed out whatever comes to mind, the more he fails at gaining trust from Y/N. He felt terrible at the thought of letting Pan down.

Feigning a remorseful look, he said in an equally remorseful tone, "Oh, look, I realize we got off on the wrong foot here. I-I'm sorry for snapping at you. And I apologize for my rude behavior. I really am. It's just that I'm--I'm not used to talking to girls. And I'm not as sociable as I ought to be and I always say the wrong things.... I know we just met and I know you won't forgive a stranger who made fun of you, but I feel awful for making terrible first impressions with you. It's understandable if you hate me."

Y/N always was a sucker for heartfelt apologies from repentful boys and upon seeing his downcast eyes and remorseful expression, coupled along with the scar that ran from between his eyebrows to across his right cheekbone, she felt a pull at her heartstrings, prompting her to say, "Aww, sweetie, I-I don't hate you! I hate that demonic Evil Spawn, but not you! Was--was he the one who did that to you?"

Y/N was pointing to his scar. She felt a cold shiver run through her as she witnessed the change in Felix's face from a heartbreaking expression to an intense and passionate look.

"No, he didn't. He's not the demon you think he is. He brought you here for the same reason that he brought all of us here: to a place where we matter. Look, he even gave you your favorite food," Felix fiercely defended, placing the bowl of food before Y/N.

Y/N was taking a swig of water at the same moment that she saw what her dinner is. At the sight of it, she accidentally spat water all over Felix's face.

Felix, shocked from the unexpected spit take, slowly wiped off the spit with one swipe. One corner of his eye was twitching. Y/N, fully processing what she really did, turned to face Felix.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Please, forgive me. Here, I'll wipe your face--," Y/N pulled out a clean handkerchief and held his chin as she wiped the spit off of his face. She had done so with a touch of tenderness; caressing the side of his face so gently that Felix couldn't help this feeling of warmth spreading within his chest.

"It's--It's alright," he stuttered out, pulling his face from her grasp, heat blooming in his cheeks. He noted the fact that his heart pumped faster within his chest and wished he hadn't noticed that.

Felix nudged the bowl of broccoli toward Y/N and continued to say, "If you want to survive to get back to your village, you're going to have to eat them. Plus, it's healthy."

"Is he going to let me go?," Y/N hopefully asked, grabbing ahold of the bars of the cage wall and pressed her face against it.

"That's for him to decide."

"That bastard! What does he want from me? Being dragged from Engleheim is punishment enough! What use am I to him?" Y/N exclaimed aloud incredulously. For but a moment, she let her forehead touch the bars of the cage, her face downwards, concealing the full extent of her vulnerability as she said wishfully, more to herself than to anyone listening, "I want to go home."

"Are you....Are you loved there?," Felix inquired tentatively.

"No." Y/N then deliberated a few moments to herself. She spoke so softly, that Felix had to lean forward and was just in time to hear her words; her voice strained as though forced through a clogged throat, "The only person who loved me is dead."

Felix, upon seeing her brooding mood and realizing a shift in atmosphere, felt uncomfortable at such display of vulnerability.

Wanting to alleviate his feeling of awkwardness, Felix asked, "What's your name?"

Y/N looked up. "Pan didn't tell you? I've been here barely a week and already it sounds typical of him. If a nameless clandestine object is all that he sees of me then a nameless clandestine object I'll be for everyone else." Her announcement was spoken resentfully. She turned away from Felix with a humph.

Thinking of the striking similarity between a caged wild creature and her, Felix coaxed to her in a gentle tone, "I'm not Pan. You needn't be a nameless clandestine object to me."

Reluctantly, she turned back round and proffered her hand as she said, "Y/N."

"Felix," He returned, taking up her hand and giving it a firm shake.

"We really should have met under different circumstances," Y/N stated, all serious. Their hands fell away. Felix's gaze flickered to her hand and back to his.

A few moments later, Y/N realized with a jolt in her heart at how close Felix really is to her. He peered into her eyes and flickered his gaze now and again to assess her whole alluring countenance.

"What is it?," Y/N timidly inquired, not meaning for her voice to come out so breathlessly. Felix's scar may have made Y/N pity him a little bit, but it also made him attractive to her, oddly enough. What furthered his attractiveness even more were his eyes; smokey grey orbs that softly gazed at her, greeting her so warmly and yet it mystified her all the same. Quite the opposite from a pair of bewitching emerald eyes.

"I just don't see what's so attractive about you," Felix finally voiced aloud.

Stunned, Y/N unhinged her jaw and bulged out her eyes at his bluntness. Recovering from her injury, Y/N clamped her teeth tightly together and narrowed her eyes.

"Felix, do you remember what you said earlier to me?"

"...About what?"

Y/N threw her snot-riddled handkerchief to his face. Felix, taming down the urge to torch Y/N's cage, sighed aloud and peeled the germ-infested handkerchief from his face, disgust curling his lips.

"What. Was. That. For?"

"Sweetie, you always say the wrong thing," Y/N gravely stated. She picked up her bowl of broccoli and picked up one miniature tree and cheerily said in a reassuring tone, "But don't worry. Since you're my caretaker, I ought to pay you back by giving you lessons on how to say the right things."

And so Y/N lectured away to Felix, who was still squatting on the forest floor, wondering how can such a girl be interesting to someone as Peter Pan when she was just downright...weird.

-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

Pan was sitting on a log, carving at a stick with a dirk, shaving sliver after sliver automatically, his mind drifting off in a daze. The brushing of leaves behind him snapped him out of his daze, pausing mid-slice.

"How did it go with Y/N?," Pan questioned without turning to face Felix.

Felix walked up to Pan's side and watched as Pan resumed slicing at the stick.

"I thought that you were watching."

"I was. But, I just felt the need to meditate."

"...Is something the matter?"

"No, nothing," Pan waved him off. "Tis nothing, Felix."

Felix, concerned about Pan, seated himself beside him.

"Y/N can never trust me knowing that I've been sent by you. So what shall I do next, Milord?"

"You've seen how she is. She's gullible. I can tell she trusts too easily. Be her caretaker for a few days, play nice and all fair. Just show her that you are harmless and then...."

"Then what?"

Peter slowly grinned and turned to face Felix.

"Then I can have some fun."

Felix nodded. Pan turned back to slicing, but there was one thing niggling in the back of Felix's mind that he just can't comprehend.

"Uhhm, Milord?"

"(sighs) Yes, Felix?"

"....What does deflower mean?"

(TO BE CONTINUUUEED)

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