#do you feign obedience to retain your free will? or do you fight and then are compelled?

[the-raging-tempest]

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unlabeled for now // peter pan

it’s been such a long time since I watched OUAT but writing this revived my love for peter pan!! i did my best to write pan in his ouat demeanor, intimidating and cocky, but u can’t have that when u tryna write a fluffy pan (haha) !! anyway, this was based on #19, #23 and #25. Thanks to the anon that requested this! drop a like or a reblog if you enjoyed it!

Warning: sum swearing and tOUCHY!pan 

Word count: 3.7k 

“Oh, really now?” You teased, one eyebrow raised in mischief. Folding the laundry from the line directly was one of your past times, maybe chores, here in Neverland. It’s been quite a long time now, but why did long how you were here matter? What matters is you like it here, better than anywhere.

Putting one hand on his hip, he raises the other one holding a cape and waving it desperately. “I’m not lying! I did cook your breakfast!” He lunged at you but you maneuvered quickly and twirled to the right.

A mischievous smile sat on his lips and you matched it. “I know my taste buds, trust me.” A moment of thinking passed and he continued folding articles of rugged clothing, glaring at you playfully. “Oh, I bet you let the fairies whip up the food, didn’t you?” You retorted.

His jaw dropped in disbelief. Crossing his arms, he ran his tongue across his teeth and finished with a tight smirk. “Are you rewarding my hard work and effort to impress you with my decent cooking with refusal to believe I actually made something for you?”

A chuckle escaped your lips as you crossed your arms too and copied his stance. “Trying to impress me now, huh? Well, I don’t know where you heard that from but the way to this woman’s heart isn’t only through her stomach!” Right after your statement, he threw the button down shirt he was folding and engulfed you in an inescapable embrace.

“Then what is the way to your heart, dear woman?” He struggled against your strong resistance and thought, this woman is a real fighter. And soon after, well, I am too.

Pounding on his arms and doing your very best to elbow him hard enough to release you, you shrieked through your racing breaths. “Heaven’s sake, Baelfire, give me a break!” You were blushing now, both from the effort you exerted to free yourself from him and the realization of how he thought of you. “Big plot twist, I ain’t got no heart, dear boy!” Finally, you managed to snake your right hand out of the lock and pinch his ear really hard.

“Ow ow ow!! Let g–”

Sounds of feet shuffling, then a voice. “She ain’t got no heart ‘cos I have it.”

Baelfire tensed a bit at the tone but retained his composure. “Oh, is that so, Pan?” He replied, prying my loose fingers off his incredibly pink ear. Baelfire sneaked a glance at you and mouthed, that hurt, dear.

Chuckling to yourself, you take a pair of pants from the clothesline and resume to folding. “Both of you need to stop spewing nonsense now.” You gazed at Peter and saw a familiar unreadable look on his face. Under your gaze, he crossed his arms and a look of slight betrayal passed his features.

You then glanced at the panting Baelfire who had his arms on his knees. He even dared to wink at you! Rolling your eyes, you nodded your head towards the main tent. “Go try to whip something real, Fire. Maybe I’ll believe you after you bring it to me in person.”

It was Peter’s turn to chide in. “Do what the lady says, boy. You must have enjoyed my absence today enough, right?” He threw a dirty and threatening look towards Baelfire and he took none of it.

Ruffling his unkempt hair, Baelfire nodded in feigned obedience. “Yessir. But you have to work as hard as I am to truly have her heart, Pan! And I will gladly take your absence for granted when the opportunity arises!” Baelfire sprinted towards the tent playfully, his previous statement fueling Pan’s slowly boiling vexation.

Your eyes were still trained at the darting boy, a small smile tugging on your lips. You tried your best now to let it show, concerned of how Peter will deal with the innocent boy.

You snapped back to reality when your eyes forcefully locked with Pan’s. Having pulled your wrist roughly, your face was now inches away from his. The flame in his eyes was blazing fiercely. “Oh, how little that boy knows that I was never absent, not your mind in this matter.” His deep and persuasive voice resonating in your ears. “Aren’t I right?”

Your armor broke and an intensely warm heat spread throughout your neck and your cheeks. Baelfire was an incredibly close friend of yours here, and he made you laugh like crazy and blush in embarrassment frequently, but only Peter could make your knees weak and your heart ache. However, you never let him know this, expecting that he will definitely use it to his liking.

With the heat spreading, you didn’t let your eyes stray and remained to stare deep into his forest green eyes. Glaring seriously, a thin barrier of pride was slowly built. “But neither did I in yours, ain’t I right now, Pan?” Your breath fanned against his nose, a warm and suggestive heat.

A sly smirk crept upon your lips when you saw the way Pan’s lips quivered for a moment and how jaw locked tightly after realizing that you saw him waver.

You gave the act up and looking away from his lips, a sheepish smile replaced the smirk that had been there earlier. Your eyes passed by his tousled hair for a second and a strong urge to fix it came over you. So you did.

Hands through Peter’s hair, each lock falling against his cutely over-sized ears, you whispered. “I’m kidding.” You shied away, realizing what you’ve just done and accomplished. And as you took another shirt from the clothesline, you realize too how unusual it was of you to try to intimidate or seduce him. And then you go in full-regret mode.

Refusing to face him, you busied yourself with the laundry. A mouth came close to your ear. “I’ll let you off just this once, darling. Just today.” Peter whispered.

A lump formed in your throat. You knees went weak again but you decided not to give to it. It has been like this for a while now, bantering and teasing each other. Peter never declared anything official between you two and you didn’t particularly open yourself to the possible options either. Not now, anyway. But in truth, Peter wasn’t like any other boy on the island for you. Sure, you didn’t have the same bond you have with Baelfire with Peter but you were ultimately sure that there was absolutely no one in the island that makes you feel the way Peter does. You definitely are afraid of pressure and rush, but Peter was giving you that slowly, dosages you could handle.

Returning yourself back to reality, you sneaked a glance at Peter. He was folding clothes beside you too, silent but playful. The lump that was forming suddenly disappeared when you heard his cheeky adorable laugh. “I swear, I would love to tease you a little more but seeing its effects on you… we’ll save that for tonight.”

Your usual mood was back and you decided that you would not give up without a fight. Your eyes wide with disbelief and your mouth dropped in a small ‘o’, you scolded him. “Peter Pan, you do not want to cross the boundaries we established!” Lunging at him, you pulled the shirt you were folding tightly with two hands and made an attempt in locking his hands behind his back.

You were swift not to be caught by him but not strong enough to resist his strength. “I swear Peter, do not try me!” A hearty laugh escaped your lips and Peter’s echoed around the forest too. Suddenly, he decides to turn you around and lock you in a tight back hug.

He loosens his grip on you and gently wraps his arms around your waist. This was a normal gesture, and the occurrences of it were growing more frequently each day. This realization made your heart melt. You steadied your breathing and closed your eyes. Pan brought you even closer, only tightening his embrace slightly. His moves were predetermined, a routine, a habit. You felt his nose bury into your neck and felt him breathe you in. Your hands found its way on top of his, locked across your belly.

A few seconds passed and you realized that Peter must’ve had a rough day. He was absent for a longer period of time today and usually, you guys would meet each other by the hammock at night when everyone was settling into their beds. You didn’t exactly agree to see each other every night, but it slowly became an understanding, a need to feel each other’s presence and warmth. The sun was still far from dipping and yet he was here to see you.

A quiet chortle from you mouth interrupts Pan’s slow breathing. “You know, I always wonder if whenever you give me back hugs and bury your head in my neck, you smell the cologne I purposely put there.” You mutter, smiling sheepishly to yourself. A girl amidst an army of boys and constant wrestling and working did not help in trying to be clean and neat always. But nevertheless, you wanted to be presentable to the boy you… adored.

Peter’s head retreated and peeked at you from the side of your face. “Unbelievable.” A suppressed blush appeared on his cheeks. Peter Pan blushing? Only you could be the cause.

Releasing yourself from him, you tilted your head back and laughed. “Why, you hug me from the back so frequently that I’m getting a bit conscious!” A look of mischief was on Pan’s face and you desperately wanted it off so you threw a bed sheet at his goofy face.

He removed it immediately and folded it. Sneaking a glimpse of Pan, you saw him fighting a smile. This boy!, you thought. "Only a teeny bit, Pan. Don’t get ahead of yourself.” You said, trying to mask your joy.

He resumed by sitting on a huge rock and propelling his elbow against his knee. His chin rested on his palm and stared at you lovingly. “Oh, I already did. And to answer your question, I do smell your lovely scent. And your desperation.” A smirk replaced the cute smile earlier.

After folding the last article of clothing, you put your hands on your hips and sauntered over to Pan. Towering over him, you leaned in a bit. He was taking none of it and placed his hands a little behind his on both sides and looked up at you with a taunting grin. “Trying to intimidate me, dear?”

“Oh boy, I know I do.” Then you grinned mischievously and swept your hand towards one of his that was supporting him and knocked it from its place. This caused Peter to fall back slightly, his elbow crushing against the stone.

You did not hesitate and ran towards your hut. You purposely left the door unlocked after you shut it. It wasn’t long before he raced in, one hand caressing his elbow. “That really hurt, as in physically hurt. I thought we agreed upon teasing each other emotionally only.” He cursed, frowning at you.

He was being such a baby today, longing for your care. “Yes, but that push doesn’t match the pain you made me go through the first nights I spent here.” You said it in attempt to tease him a bit for his whining, but when you looked over to his face, you regretted it immediately.

Pan took a seat on your bed, his back to you. “You can’t fight me with that one. You know I’m not like that anymore. It’s unfair.” His head hung low and his tone pithy and filled with regret.

You know you hit a spot on him and decided to make it up to him immediately. You sat beside him gently, the bed dipping slowly. Peter brought his eyes to you, sincerity and regret filling his orbs. “You know I would never do it again.” He added, pain elevating in his voice.

You nodded and brought your hands to his elbow with care. Taking a look at the abrasion, you started to open up to him. “I know, I’m sorry. I meant to tease you, but I got that one wrong, alright? However, what I said was true. I will never forget the things you did to me and the horrible things you made me do before,” A sharp intake of breath came from Pan and his arm tensed. You continued, “Only because they remain proof of how much you’ve changed, Peter. How much you…”

He finished your sentence. “How much I love you.”

Your fingers began to shake at those words. It was definitely the first time he has ever confessed those words to you and they dripped of sincerity and truth. Your breath hitched and your tongue was tied. You’ve heard those words before, but they did not contain the same meaning Peter’s did. Remembering the memory hurt a lot and Peter saw this in your eyes. He started at your hands and held them in his securely. “I know, dear. It’s alright. My declaration does not demand a response.”

You forced your eyes to meet his and he smiled at you purely. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it innocently, devoid of the usual lust and longing he had for you.

You closed your eyes and it was unaware of you why tears had streamed down. Peter had said the exact words you wanted him too and you hate him for it. He just made something official between you two and you hate it. And you hate yourself for hating him because you know you’re just afraid.

“You know I never expected to be one of the children who would be able to hear the notes of your pipe. I was aware that I wasn’t loved as much as my other siblings were, but I never considered the fact that I was unloved. I tricked myself into thinking that the people around me just loved me less. I tricked myself into thinking that I just loved that fucking dirtbag more than he loved me. But when Baelfire told me only those who are unloved or abandoned can hear your music, I broke down, Peter.” You were sobbing intently now, spilling tears and cries everywhere. Peter gripped your hands tighter, with more meaning and warmth. He knew this, all of it, and was just waiting for you to tell him.

You removed one hand from his and brought it near his ear. You brushed his hair behind his ear and smiled at him sadly. “It’s like I’ll never wrap my head around the feeling of love, and the act of being loved. Like, love is such a big word with so much meaning to it, I can’t imagine someone actually feeling that towards me.” You looked deep into his eyes and you immediately saw pain and hurt. And pity. “Not yet.” You added.

When you ripped your eyes away from his mesmerizing green ones, you wiped the angry and confused tears on your cheeks. “I was alright with the unlabeled relationship we had, Peter. I didn’t mind whatever the boys thought of us.” Your heart was squeezing with every word.

“Because a label doesn’t define how much I truly care for you, Pan.”

His breath hitched and he changed his position. He was taken back by the confrontation. You never really opened yourself to him this directly. “But now that I’ve confessed a few words, there’s now a label out there offering itself to us,”Pan muttered, confused but not regretful of the words he said.

A few seconds of silence and understanding passed. Pan spoke up first. “And I know you don’t want to take that offer, just not yet. And I’m alright with that. Fuck what the boys think, I’m pretty sure I’ve made clear to them how they should treat you.” A laugh escapes from your lips and the mood finally lightens a bit. “And I can love you more every day without a label telling me to do so.”

You nodded. You loved how Pan was being so compliant today and was grateful for his understanding. “And I’m not expected to reciprocate to those feelings, right?”

Pan hesitated for a bit but smiled goofily. “Yes, not immediately, at least. Although I do hope you get your head around it quick, I’m not a patient person and you know that, darling.” A finger pulled on your skirt but you held it tight before things could go anywhere.

“But you’ve waited how long to confess all of this to me? Boy, I’m pretty sure you can wait a little much longer.” Your tears were dried now and a genuine smile was back on your lips. You were incredibly thankful that the confrontation with him went along quite well and that Peter was a lot more understanding today. He’s still the same cocky bastard he is but he got a lot more gentle and… loving. This boy was an ultimate keeper and you knew it in your heart.

He smirked at you playfully and pulled you down with him, causing you both to lay tangled on your bed. “Getting a lot wittier now, ain’t my girl?” His hold on you was tight but not painful. Secure is the word.

You twisted your body to the side and faced him. “Thanks to you, Pan.” His name rolled off your lips so smoothly and only you could make it sound that way. Peter laughed heartily and brought his hands to the hem of your shirt by the neckline. He started playing with it. “Pan sounds good from your tongue but only people who likely want to kill me call me that. So let’s change it to Peter, alright?”

He was distracting you and you know that. “Yeah, people like Baelfire.” You said, testing how far he could go with thinking you weren’t noticing his hand. He nodded distractedly and replied, “Exactly.” You’ve fallen for it before and won't again. While he was talking, the hem by your neckline was being discreetly pulled down, revealing your collarbone, then your bare shoulder. With the hand that was draped across his body, you pinched his thigh. “Hands off and eyes up here, Pan.” You stressed on the name, making it obvious that you would kill him before he could get any of it.

He pouted but draped his hands across your torso and pulled you close. “Aw man, that was the most I’ve seen of your skin. You are getting better at restraining yourself, darling.” He played with your hair now, calming and relaxing you.

You replied to him in a muffled voice, your head buried in his chest. “And with how you’re being extra touchy today, looks like you aren’t getting better in restraining yourself, darling.” Copying his gestures was cute but mocking his words and tone was pure fun for you.

“You said it yourself.” Then he quickly planted a tender yet feverish kiss on your exposed shoulder.

You jolted and smacked him rough on his chest. Jumping off the bed, you rearranged your shirt and brushed yourself in embarrassment. The hut’s window was slightly opened but not wide enough to see through. But enough to hear through.

Peter licked his lips and chuckled loudly. Jumping off the bed too, he trudged past you and opened the window widely, full. Your eyes bulged at the sight of some boys a bit near your hut, roasting some food in the campfire. They were whispering to each other, proving that they must have heard some words… O dear, you thought.

Peter put his hands on his hips and jutting his chin out confidently, being the boastful bastard he is. “Aight boys, since you probably have been eavesdropping the whole time, let me make something clear to you all.”

Peter, don’t try it.

He looked at you and saw your anticipation and embarrassment and used it to fuel his cockiness. He winked at you and declared, “Random PSA, this one’s mine!”

The boys hollered and clapped, cooing like wolves. You had your hands over your mouth that was agape and promptly raced to the side of the window where you couldn’t be seen. You mouthed, I cannot believe you, bastard, leaning your head against the wall heaving a heavy sigh of disbelief and embarrassment. He shrugged and mouthed, at least they know, and closed the window tightly. You ran to him and smacked his chest a couple of times with a few chuckles here and there. You turned away from him and covered your face in embarrassment.

You knew Peter was chuckling at the sight of your pacing and fidgeting. But refused to feed his ego more with your embarrassment. However, you suddenly realize the honesty and sincerity in his words. Everything he’s said sounded and felt so true and comforting. You two would still be mocking each other’s asses but now with a tinge of compassion and care.

You heaved a deep breath and let it out. You turned your back to him and saw him intensely looking at you. No smile but a look of adoration and responsibility. Commitment. You decided that he deserved this for being so honest and brave with himself and his feelings. You opened your arms and invited him wholeheartedly. “Take it or le-”

You were cut off by strong arms wrapping around your torso, embracing you with so much security. You were able to be the one this time to bury your nose in his neck. It was warm when you pressed your nose against it but grew even warmer after you planted a soft but meaningful kiss on the pale white his neck.

He hugged you tighter but said nothing for a few moments. You just rested your head in his neck and swayed slightly. Relishing at the moment, appreciating it by taking it all in slowly.

Then Pan spoke up. “I told you that my declaration does not demand a response. However, I can’t help but receive your touch as response enough.” His breath fanned over your neck and sent shivers down your spine.

You knew it all was true.

“Maybe it is.

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