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Best of Friends / OUAT - Peter Pan

A/N: imagine being good friends with Pan and him not being able to deal with the fact that he loves you. FLUFF. message me if you want more parts to this oneshot! [GIF not mine.]
TITLE: best of friends
PAIRING: Pan x Reader
RATING: suitable for all audiences
TITLE: Best of Friends
WORD COUNT: 444

It was sundown in Neverland, when Pan was watching Y/N sit with a couple of the boys by the fire. He himself was sitting on the ground by a tree a little further away, but could hear her beautiful and melodic voice still. She was moving her hands airily as she spoke and laughing at the boys' jokes, made ones herself too. Her H/L H/C was down and still a little damp from the dip Pan and her had earlier that day.
They got to the waterfall on the top of the tallest mountain in Neverland. He brought her there just to show her the magical fountain. He thought it was one of the most beautiful places in Neverland, and wanted to make sure she saw it before she left. She gasped when she saw the sparking water fall into the pond, and Pan was happy to see her happy. He'd been cold and cruel, but something about her was just–so light and good.
Y/N suddenly looked to her side and smirked, tugging at her lip. She then grabbed Pan's arm and shoved him in the water. He sunk underwater, but quickly got to the surface and she was laughing.
"That was mean", he said. She kneeled before him and pulled a fake frown.
"Oh no", she said, and laughed some more. She offered a hand to help him up, but he wasn't about to let her win so he pulled her in the water as well.
"Oh, how mature", she exclaimed when she'd gotten her hair out of her face.
"You started", he stated and she shook her head with a smile. This was one of the rare times they got to be alone together, because of the constant fuss over the first girl to step foot in Neverland. Well, not the first, but it wasn't often they saw a girl on the island stay this long. And wanted to continue being the friend of the kindest person he'd ever met, but there was the truth he couldn't deny. He was somehow scared of the fact that–well, he was afraid. Yes, Peter Pan was afraid. He was afraid that if he admitted it to himself, that he would lose a part of himself he held so dear, that he would lose it all. But was she worth risking losing this part of himself, that he was so worried he couldn't live without?
And then when he looked into her E/C eyes, and he knew, oh he knew, she was worth it, and that he'd fallen completely and hopelessly in love. And there was no denying it.

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