Title: The Cat in the Coat
Anonymous Request: "2, I know it's 3 in the morning but I can't find my cat. 21, you knocked on my door at 1 AM, to cuddle? 39, I'm not going to keep having this conversation. 47, go on, I dare you. with Pan please!"
Plus
Anonymous Request: "Hey!! I have request where Peter's sad for some random reason and he doesn't want to do anything, always stays in his tent."
Warnings: just a couple curse words
This is absolutely way too fluffy and cuddly and I'm so sorry for your feels because I literally cried when I wrote this, simply because it is goals.
_________________
An unusual darkness had drifted over the camp. Now, before you question too much, it most definitely was not the kind of darkness you get when you get when you put a blanket over your head. It was the kind of darkness that you feel, the kind that soaks up into your brain and makes you feel, well, exhausted.
Neverland had been like this for what you would call a week, or perhaps less or more, on mainland time. All you knew was that nothing had happened to cause it, and the feeling felt as though it had popped up overnight.
And, in this sudden darkness, you had unfortunately found a way to lose something, because although it was a dark emotion over the camp, it had also brought about a literal darkness.
Around the camp, deep, navy blue clouds made their way inwards, and the sun had failed to make an appearance. The island was cold and dreary and dark in almost every definition, and that made it impossibly easy to lose things.
This darkness, you knew, matched the mood of the leader of the island, who hadn't left his beloved hut since the dreary time started. The only time you ever caught even the slightest glance of him was when he turned on the light of his room during the night. Then, you could watch the shadow of his figure pacing back and forth in front of the window, contrasting with the dull yellowish-orange light, as if he had the hardest decision ever to make.
The trees that surrounded the camp, the ones you once found brilliant green and filled with life, had now turned into nothing more than eerily twisted shadows grazing the ground. The bright moonlight practically begged to show through, and you knew that in any other situation you would have slept through the haunting howls the wind made as it blew through them. But not tonight, so far anyway, because you were on a mission, or perhaps more if you look at it in the right way.
"Here kitty, kitty..."
That's right, that so dearly missed lost thing? A cat. A dumb old cat that you had somehow fallen deeply in love with, to the point that you were standing where you were- the borders of an enchanted forest that looked as though it would swallow you alive if you took as much as one step out of line. For some reason, the cat had grown on you, and it made you worried sick to know that it, rather he, could be lost or eaten as you called for him.
A bubble formed in the pit of your gut as you looked towards the sky again, watching as the moon was swallowed up once again by the dreary clouds. A sudden realization hit you, at the same time a cold droplet of water rushed down the side of your face.
"Great, just great! What else has this damned island got to throw at me, huh?" You murmured desperately beneath your breath, afraid that if any of the boys heard you they would think you were crazy, which come to think of it maybe you were.
A sigh escaped your mouth, and you decided that one last attempt would be thrown. In a very panicky tone, you shakily called out one last time.
"C'mon...here kitty, kitty, kitty!"
After hearing no crunching of leaves or desperate meows of help, you decided to call the outside searching quits. By that time, however, freezing cold rain had started pouring heavily from those dumb heavy clouds, and you swore you'd never had a worse night in your life.
You accepted defeat for the night, and with slumped shoulders decided it was best to head back before you caught a cold. Your mind reeled at the thought of not having a warm fluffball packed tightly against your thigh as you slept, and your stomach lurched. A much warmer droplet of liquid made a trail down your face, and you realized that you had starter crying.
All this over a cat? Well, yes, because that cat, no matter how dumb it may sound, brought a much bigger aspect of love to your heart than any of the boys had ever even attempted to create.
You sniffled, hair drenched in water and shivering visibly. You wrapped your arms around yourself to conceal at least a bit of body temperature.
Then, a simple, and probably bad, idea made itself present within your mind.
Pan might know where your baby is!
Although unlikely, you used the hope of possibly finding the cat curled up at his feet as a comfort. And, before you could actually rationalize this decision, your feet had started to make a beeline towards Pan's hut.
After blindly maneuvering your body through the labyrinth of objects between you and the hut, your hands hit a hard wooden surface.
You stood, completely still, for a moment on the other side of his door. Your hands rested lightly on the wood, and you looked down for a moment in thought.
"Maybe this wasn't a good idea...maybe I should just go back and hope the cat's back in the morning..." you thought, hesitantly biting your lip in thought.
However, against all logical thinking, your arms pushed the door open. You made no move for quite a few moments to walk into the hut. Then, as if your legs had a mind of their own, they too moved you ever closer to where the king of the island himself slept.
You squeezed your eyes shut, fiddling with the sopping wet hem of your shirt. A burst of adrenaline shot through you as you fully realized where you were, and you heart beat picked up. After taking a deep breath, you felt your fingers began to quiver.
This was it.
"Pan..." you finally whispered out, only to be met with another round of quiet snores.
An awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach formed, and you almost turned back around and walked back out... if you'd not had a sudden memory of you and the cat together pop into your head.
Once again, you called, slightly louder, into the darkness, "Pan..."
After no response, you decided that you'd try one more time, and if it didn't work you'd leave.
You cleared your throat, speaking in a clear tone, "Peter Pan?"
You cringed as his heavy breathing halted, and fear set into your chest.
All too suddenly for such a late time of night, he sprung up into a sitting position, his eyes snapping open and flickering around the room until they landed on your dark figure.
To say the least, you looked absolutely pitiful. Your hair and clothing was completely soaked through, sticking to your skin uncomfortably. Your face was red and your eyes were bloodshot, puffy from crying. Your lips formed a pounted frown of dismay, though you tried to cover it with a fake, pitiful smile.
"(Y/N)?" Pan questioned, a worried look on his face.
You suddenly bad, as if you'd woken a sleeping puppy, for he looked tired too; eyes strung with bags from being deprived of sleep, hair a mess, clothing wrinkled and twisted from sleep. He looked just as pitiful as you, only not as wet.
"Uh, yeah, you know what- um, never mind-" you squeaked, voice cracking mid sentence as you tried to conceal all evidence of your distress.
"What's wrong?" He asked in curiosity, voice wavering higher in question.
You heard the shuffle of clothing, and then light flooded the walls of hut, leaving lingering shadows in its presence. A disheveled looking Pan stood from the bed, wobbling slightly from standing up so fast without having done so previously.
You looked down as he came closer, thoroughly embarrassed by the state you were in. You felt like you looked like a wet rat, and knew that you probably looked just as so.
"N-Nothing, I'm just gonna-"
"(Y/N)..." he warned, cutting you off mid sentence.
You huffed, trying to stop you voice from wavering as you spoke, "I know it's, like, 3 in the morning...but..."
You paused and hesitated for a minute, afraid that he would laugh at you for your reasoning. You could feel your throat tightening in on itself, and you didn't know if you could utter the last part of the sentence even if you wanted to.
"(Y/N), what's wrong?"
"...I can't find my cat..."
After taking a moment to let what you'd said sink in, he sighed and dragged a hand down his face in relief. You felt ashamed for waking him up for something so stupid.
It's just a cat, you idiot...
With tears burning your eyes, you turned, waving you hand in dismissal, "See, I told you it was stupid-"
"Hey, wait, wait!" He reassured, "Just hold on, let me get you some dry clothes..."
You watched, completely shocked, as he walked over to his dresser and started getting to work on finding clothes that would fit. His movements were slow, almost delayed, as he rummaged through the drawers, because of the obvious fatigue that plagued his body.
You let your eyes wonder back down to the floor, hands folded together in from of you. Now, usually you weren't this bashful, but for some reason you felt as if the situation called for it.
"Pan, really, it's okay, I'll just get the clothes wet when I back walk to my hut..." You trailed off quietly, but this time made no move towards the door.
"Really, it's fine. Here," he said, shoving the soft material into your hands before you could try to object again.
He patted your shoulder, running his thumb lightly across it comfortingly, and you looked up to meet his eyes, "There's a little room over there that you can change in."
You followed the direction of his pointing finger, giving him a weak smile as you turned.
After ducking your head once more, you walked off. You found yourself faced with a small room, no bigger than a small closet. After looking up and around, you decided to finally close the door.
You let out a deep breath, dragging a hand down your exhausted face. Your face and hair were still wet, but the water did an awful job at concealing the actual tears. You wiped your eyes with your soaked sleeve, and then began the task of changing into dry clothes.
It felt beyond luxury to be finally wearing clothes that didn't freeze you to the bone. Goosebumps were still present, but not as prominent as before. The large shirt made you feel, well, not as bad, though your head just couldn't stop wondering back to your beloved cat.
You slowly pushed the door open once more, wet clothes crumbled up together in your hand. A large portion of your legs were presented to the open air, which made it much easier to be cold; the wooden floor you stood on didn't help to conceal warmth either.
You coughed towards the boy, who was preoccupied in moving his pillows and blankets back onto the bed. He glanced up after a moment, and a small smile took over his face as he saw your state.
You had crossed your legs, still standing I remind you, to warm them. Your arms were crossed over your chest, trying your best not to touch the cold, wet clothes to the rest of you. Your face had cleared up quite a bit, but dark circled made themselves present under your once bright eyes.
"Ah, there we are, feeling any better?" He asked, reaching out to take the clothes from you.
You shrugged, watching as he practically threw the clothes to the floor near the door. He stretched up as he turned towards you, his arms reaching up towards the ceiling.
You watched in awe as his muscles flexed, and felt like you'd start drool if he didn't stop. Your eyes were fixated on him, unable to tear themselves away. Your jaw was slacked slightly, and your lips parted.
As soon as you met his eyes, you knew he'd seen you watching him. He smirked cockily, raising an eyebrow in your direction.
Your eyes widened, snapping down to the floor as a blush tinted your cheeks. You slapped your hands over your eyes, groaning quietly in dismay.
The sound of bedsprings being bounced upon made you look back up, still extremely embarrassed and red in the face. Your eyes were met with something you certainly never expected to see.
A sleepy looking Pan, sitting promptly on his bed, getting ready to tuck himself under the covers. Your stomach dropped as you realised that he was probably tired of you, and you turned towards the door to leave. Your head was lowered, and you awkwardly rubbed your arm as you trekked towards it, being as quiet as you could so that you didn't disturb him trying to get to sleep.
"Where are you going?"
You glanced up, meeting eye to eye with a very confused looking boy. He was tucked under the fluffy mound of pillows and blankets, almost as if he was trying to lure you in. You watched as he raised an eyebrow, patting the soft matress beside him.
You titled your head, not sure if you were taking what he was suggesting in the right way. You looked around the room, just to make sure that he wasn't hinting things at another person...which was highly unlikely. After finding nobody, you looked back at him and furrowed your brows.
He rolled his eyes, lifting up the blanket as an invitation for you. Although the offer was all too tempting, you knew that you shouldn't...right?
"Oh, Pan, I don't want to intrude, I was just-"
He huffed, giving you a disbelieving stare. He could see right through your act.
"Just c'mere, (Y/N)."
You rubbed your arms to rid youself of unwanted nerves, and then took a timid step forward. Soon enough, you found yourself at the foot of his bed, still scared that you had somehow misunderstood his actions, or that it would only be awkward if you climbed right in next to him.
You pushed your thoughts aside, deciding that you were too tired and cold to matter anyway. With a nervous lip bite, you lifted one leg onto the bed. Then, the other leg.
Finally, you found yourself shyly crawling towards the inviting warmth beneath the blankets. You felt as though your face was on fire, your fingers trembling from pure nervousness.
You sat awkwardly on your knees as you reached where the blanket opened up. Do you just...scooch on in? What if that makes it awkward and he asks you to leave?
Before you could second guess yourself, he rolled his eyes once again, and one of his arms swung out from under the blankets. He hooked an arm around your waist, reeling you closer to him like a fish on a line. He lifted the blakets, pulling you beneath them, and then tucked them caringly around you.
One arm swung around your ridged body lazily, while you felt the other arm come to rest above your head.
You stuttered aimlessly in surprise, not even caring how stupid you probably sounded. Your eyes stayed wide, and you felt your body become more tense by the second.
"Jesus, calm down, huh?" He chuckled, his breath blowing just past your cheek as he spoke.
You blinked rapidly in the darkness. How on earth had you found yourself stuck in such an...unusual position, with the ruler of Neverland himself? To be completely honest, you thought the boy didn't really like you that much, but now you had started to think otherwise.
"So...you knocked on my door at three in the morning to cuddle, did you?"
Your face started to heat up as embarrassment rose in your chest. As a stutter once again left your mouth, which was supposed to be an understandable sentence, you found yourself at blank for anything to say. Your mouth popped open and closed, as if it would help you form words.
"N-No, well, I mean- it's not like that!" You finally rushed out, grasping at the blanket with clammy hands.
"Oh...I think it's exactly like that..." he muttered huskily into your, probably red, ear.
The sound gave you chills.
You squeaked, shrinking slightly further into the blankets and away from his face. However, before you got too far, the arm around your waist caught you, pulling you right back up.
Uneasiness spread through your tummy, and you didn't know if it was fear or butterflies; you decided it was probably a mix of both.
You felt the fingers of his hand lift your shirt, only enough so that they could run along the place you were ticklish the most, and the same place you felt the butterflies; your stomach. The direct contact made your mind feel fuzzy.
As his fingers danced across the soft skin, you squirmed and tried not to burst into a fit of giggles, but at the same time it made you feel calm. He noticed, you assumed, as you felt him smile against you.
Then, as you layed there with him, you realised that the storm outside had slowed down, just a bit, and the rain wasn't beating harshly against the window anymore. Instead, the only sound from outside you could hear was the calming sound of tiny droplets landing unevenly on the roof of the hut.
"So, did you come here so early in the morning to cuddle, or did it just happen to be a coincidence?" He teased, his fingers halting their movements, to which you almost let out a whine.
"I am not going to keep having this conversation!" You huffed, hiding your face in the extremely soft comforter.
"You did, didn't you?" He said, again teasingly.
You buried your head deeper into the bkankets, perhaps to cover up the bright scarlet blush, or perhaps because your nose felt frozen in the open air.
He laughed quietly, a laugh that sounded much more like snicker than an actual laugh, as he watched you. His chest bobbed up and down against your back as he did so, which made you giggle slightly.
"Oh, don't be embarrassed, sweetheart! Most girls would love to come cuddle with me in the middle of the night...if you know what I mean..."
"Pan!" You shrieked, popping your head back out from beneath the warmth of the comforter.
He laughed at your surprised reaction, watching your eyes widen as you turned to face him.
As you met his own eyes, you found that he had started to wiggle his eyebrows at you, smirking cheekily as he did so. You did everything you could to not laugh at him, but, in the long run, found that you had no chance with the look he was giving you.
"I swear, I'm going to slap you, you idiot." You said through bursts of laughs.
With that being said, his arms fell back around your waist. The smile fell slightly from his face, and he yanked you towards him so that your chests touched. His arms locked around you like a seatbelt, allowing you no movement, and his breath fell over your face.
"Go on, I dare you." He challenged, and suddenly the mischievous smile fell back onto his face.
It was then that you realised that he was talking about your threat; that you were going to slap him. Your face flashed with relief, the color slowly moving back into your face.
You scrunched up your nose and pulled one of your arms from beneath his, shoving his face away with palm of your hand as the two of you laughed. He grabbed your wrist and tucked it in between the two of you, keeping it away from his face. You knew he found no offense to it, after all it was just a joking action.
The sound of laughter slowly dispersed, no longer bouncing off the walls. The room was comfortably quiet, all noise except the rain against the roof being silenced, leaving the two of you in your own little bubble.
You began to realize just how close you actually were to Pan. So close that you could feel lingering breaths rolling down your face and neck, tickling you their whole way down. You felt the warmth of him pressed against you, and the quiet droning on of his steady heartbeat beating against your chest. His eyes, those bottle-green beauties, you watched lingering down the length of your face. His fingers ran up and down, from your shoulders to the edge of your hips, making tiny goosebumps arise, the hair on your arms and side standing on end.
Then, a noise quite unlike any other broke through the boundary of silence. The tiny sound you had very much missed since you'd found it lost, the sound that practically radiated innocence and fragility.
Your head popped up from the pillows, and you wriggled slightly out of the tight and protective grip of Pan. He gave you a confused look, to which you returned by pointing a finger to the corner where one of his warm coats layed.
You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, growing colder by the minute as you exited the warmth of the blanket.
You stumbled, not too gracefully, towards the pile of Pan's clothing, feeling as though you were on a mission; in reality, you kind of were.
Another upset mewl came from the strewn about coat. This sound made you rush towards it faster, and when you arrived to it, you found an odd looking lump moving about underneath it.
You timidly reached for the lump, just in case it wasn't what you hoped. The second your hand touched the moving being beneath the coat, it let out another panicked noise. This time you heard it loud and clear; it was a meow, and better yet a meow for help.
You quickly and gently removed the clothing from the scene, and what you saw made your heart jump in happiness.
"Oh!" You cried, scooping up the tiny cat, and cuddling him to your chest.
You showered the cat in kisses and affection, leaving not one inch of him untouched. He meowed, butting his head against your chin, and pawing gently at your hands for you to pet him.
"Pan, look! I found him!" You yelped, a wide smile spreading across your face.
"Is that the thing I kept hearing when I was trying to think?" He murmured, sitting up with messy hair and facing you.
You nodded as you made your way back to the bed, "Must have been, and you didn't tell me when I came in looking for a lost animal?"
He smiled and shrugged, flopping back down upon the soft mattress. His arms tried to wrap around you to pull you down again, but the cat in your arms hissed and swatted it away.
"That's what you get for being a dick and not telling me that it could've been him in here," You pouted, glaring jokingly at Pan.
You laughed quietly at the cat as it started to wiggle from your arms, while Pan glared daggers at the small creature. You placed him down on the bed, watching as he gracefully slithered beneath the blanks and to where Pan's feet were.
"And you like that thing?" He asked, this time actually pulling you down to him.
He squeezed you possessively to him, and you could practically hear the pout in his voice. You shrugged in response, nuzzling yourself closer to Pan as you spoke.
"Yeah, he's feisty and independent. I think you're just jealous..." you chuckled, watching as he tucked the both of you into the soft blankets.
It was evident by the halted rain and the clear, bright moon shining through the window that Pan's mood had increased immensely. You couldn't help but be proud of the fact that you had been the one to accomplish this.
That night, you came to realize two things: One: Pan's emotions are strongly connected to the weather; he's sad or angry, the island looks and becomes sad or angry with him. And Two:
...You don't always have to be a lonely cat lady...
