Fandom Imagines| Book 1

Peter pan #27

Peter rested against the wooden headboard of his bed as he watched you sleep. Your hair was spread across one of the two pillows, soft breaths escaping your lips. One hand had fallen over the edge of the bed, hanging limply. Peter's blankets were pulled to your chin and every few moments you would snuggle deeper into them, inhaling Peter's musk of woodland and sweet honey. Occasionally, you would mumble a few incoherent fraise's, and Peter would smile softly. In the confinements of his tent, Peter would be able to marvel at you , reveal his softer side, without the Lost boys suspecting their leader to be weak. Of course, they knew of the relationship between him and Y/N, the only Lost girl. 

Peter yawned. He had been gone later than expected, out hunting with the Lost boys. You had been hunting the day before, and had a busy day of chores, so you had fallen asleep early. Peter had noticed your absence, so after the nightly bonfire, he had entered the tent to see you snoozing, curled up in his bed. He would often wake from nightmares, but with you beside him, he would calm. He would watch you sleep, brushing hair from your face. He would take comfort in making sure you slept, undisturbed and protected. 

Peter slid out of his cloths until he was only left in his boxers. He tousled his hair a bit before sliding in next to you. On the chilly night, he pulled the blanket around him, wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you flush against his toned chest, the heat radiating off your body comforting him. He slowly brushed hair aside, kissing your neck softly. You shifted, slightly. "Peter?" you murmured, half awake. "Mhm, go back to sleep baby girl." He whispered into you ear, sending shivers down your spine. You hummed, letting your body relax once again.

Peter spooned you closer, resting his nose in your neck. He listened closely as your breathing evened out, signaling that you had fallen into slumber. He gently waved a hand over the length of your body, and a light purple dust filtered onto your body, disappearing in a small flash of light. Settling back down, Peter sighed. It was his ritual, every night, to sprinkle a sleeping spell on you, so your sleep was dreamless, resulting in no nightmares. He only hoped you didn't dream his dreams, which were full of death and terror. 

"Goodnight, my beauty." he whispered, laying his head on the pillow. But the images of his terror filled dreams flashed before his eyes, and he found himself wishing sleep away. He shook his head. This was ridiculous! The notorious, cruel, heartless Pan, afraid to sleep because of some silly dreams! But much had changed since you had came. The "heartless Pan" had fallen in love. With you. He had yet to figure out the spell you had cast on him, that made him so heartsick. But it wasn't a spell. 

Pan had been simply enticed by your beauty and spirit when the shadow had brought you. You had an air of shyness, which slowly disappeared over the time you spent in Neverland. But you had reminded Peter of a lost puppy. And Peter's heart swelled with affection. He had studied you over the course of time, which never passed in Neverland. He watched you become a skilled fighter, archer, hunter, ect. He watched you blossom into a young lady. Not by appearance, but by your soul. You were a sister to the older Lost boys, a mother to the younger ones. 

And soon, Peter had claimed you his, you returning the feelings. One could say it was love at first sight. And it certainly was. The Lost boys would sometimes grow envious, not at you for taking Peter's time, but at Peter for taking your time. They, like Peter, craved your sweet attention, and Peter would grow nervous. So he would snap at the boys. You were his, and his alone. Peter found his eyes growing heavy from the sweet thoughts of you, and sleep tugging softly at him. He hoped for the best, no dreams that night. 

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When Peter awoke, he was shockingly surprised to have woken with the sun, dreamless. He quietly rejoiced, looking over at your sleeping figure. The Lost boys would still be asleep as well, none of them, not even Felix, waking at this time of day. So Peter lay down again, pressing soft kisses to your bare shoulder, where your bra strap had slipped down. "Peter.." you groaned, turning over to face him. You found yourself mentally awing as Peter's apple green eyes sparkled with delight. "Good morning love." He murmured, pressing a short kiss to your mouth. You smiled, resting a hand on Peter's neck. 

"Come on Pan, i'll need a better one." you teased. Peter smirked, bringing you in for a fiery kiss, filled with tongue and passionate moans. Peter's lips detached from yours with a pop. Yours were much fuller, and you bit them, teasing Peter. He groaned, turning away. "Love, I told you not to do that, unless you want me to go further." He growled, letting out a warning. You let out a flirtatious giggle, trailing your finger tips up Pans tensely muscles back. "Maybe I want to go further." You whispered seductively in his ear. Peter laid rigid. 

But soon, a devilish smirk took up his features. Turning back around, he straddled you, elbows on either side of your head. "Mm, but the boys." he rumbled in your ear, softly biting the lobe, causing a soft moan to escape your lips. Peter's mouth ghosted over the smooth skin of your neck, before latching on and sucking. "Peter!" you gasped, holding him closer, despite your mouths protests. "T-the boys wont be awake for hours. Besides, we can keep it quiet." You mumbled heavily, lust coating your words. Peter chuckles, pulling away from your tight embrace. "Mm, i'm sorry Y/N, but I must get an early start." he teased. 

Your mouth dropped open as he easily slid out of bed, reaching down to pick up his shirt. You let out a sly laugh, slipping out as well. "Oh no Peter, you're not getting away that easily." You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, pulling him closer. You gently kissed his shoulder, making him growl. "Come back to bed, darling." You moaned. Peter's pupils dilated and he spun around, slamming you back on the bed. "You should know not to tease me, love." He snarled, crawling onto you. You bit your lip. 

"Punish me." 

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