Peter pan/ Robbie Kay imagines

Jealous pan

"Hey, Rufio!" you shouted, sitting next to the new boy. Rufio was still pretty skeptical about Neverland, so you kind of took him under your wing to show im the wonders that is Neverland.

The boy smiled up at you, relieved that he didn't have to interpret Tootles' charades. "(Y/n), hey."

"Have you seen Pan?"

He shook his head. "Nah. He probably is collecting some other innocent boys off the other realms," Rufio mumbled grumpily.

You placed your hands on your hips. "Pan is a great leader," you defended.

Rufio stayed quiet.

You smiled weakly and plopped down right next to him. "Hey, Rufio, you're lucky that Pan took you in. I mean, most people are left in the World Without Magic, and trust me that place is not all it seems to be." You gestured to the campsite around you. "Look around you, Rufio. The freedom to do whatever you want, whenever you want. There's no limits to anything. In fact, Rufio, what's your favorite food?"

He shrugged.

"Come on. Just pick something."

"Well," he thought for a bit, "my friend used to bake me these little fruit pies."

You concentrated and held out a closed fist. Slowly, keeping your eyes on your hand, you xposed your palm. Green smoke covered your hand and disappeared, leaving a beautiful pastry in your hand.

"Woah!" exclaimed Rufio. "That's amazing." He examined the pastry.

You beamed. "It's yours."

"Really?"

You nodded.

He took it delicately in his hands and took a few small bites. "It's so good! Thanks. Where'd you learn that trick?"

You smirked. "Pan taught me. See, he's not that ba-" You stopped. Behind Rufio was a girl. Now, sure it may not have seemed like a weird occurrence, but in Neverland it was. All Lost Boys were, well, boys. You were the only girl because you were the one and only exception Pan made.

This girl was actually quite beautiful, maybe even your age. It actually made you smile. You sometimes were tired of all the testosterone in camp.

Peter sauntered over with his signature smirk on his face. "(Y/n), have you met Wendy?"

You beamed. "I haven't had the pleasure!" You stood up and held out your hand. "Hi, I'm (Y/n), the other girl on this island."

Wendy beamed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too, Miss (Y/n)."

"Oh, please, no need for the Miss. We're all friends here. Would you like me to show you around?"

Wendy was smiling, ready to answer, but Peter cut her off. "Actually I was gonna show her around. you know, if you don't mind, (Y/n)."

You backed off, not wanting to ruin anyone's day. "It's ok, if you want. I was gonna go practice my sword skills today anyway." With that, you strutted away from the two. You turned back and shouted, "Wendy, stop by my cot sometime! I could show you the flowers!"

"That would be lovely," she replied.

You grinned and turned your back on them, marching into the forest with a tight hold on your sword. Too bad you didn't notice Peter scowling and trying to glare a hole in your head. It would've made a shorter and much easier story.

Everyone hates those stories anyway.

Anyway, you already were training when Felix approached you. You greeted, "Felix!" while continuing to cut the branches of the tree off. "Whatcha doing here?"

"The tree isn't a good opponent," he remarked with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, panting. "Fine. Get over here and spar me then."

He shrugged and suddenly lunged at you. Easily you avoided his blows. You knew he was stronger than you were, so you kept on evading his blows and defending yourself. However, Felix knew your strategy. He easily cornered your in the tree grove. But, you were not gonna lose just yet. You observed him and found his open side. You swug there. When he blocked it, you moved from your spot and kicked his feet right out from under him. You pointed your sword at his throat. "I win," you announced with a smile.

He smirked. "So you have."

You helped him up and strolled back to camp.

"You know," Felix started, "Peter seems pretty mad."

"Why? Did Wendy try to escape or something?"

He shrugged. "I have no idea. Just try not being, well-"

"What?" You smiled.

"Can I say you?"

You elbowed him lightly. "Shut up, Felix."

The day went on. you talked a lot with Wendy. She came from the Land Without Magic, just like you. She came from Britain actually. You had to ask how your country was doing. Last you knew, countries were in war. The two of you continued bonding, talking about what you missed from the other realm.

When dinner came, Peter swooped Wendy away, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, brushing his hand through her hair, and even went as far as to kiss her hand. Did you notice? Not one bit. You were too busy laughing with Felix, talking with Rufio, and trying to understand Tootles' language of hand motions.

Peter hated you for it.

The next morning you jumped out of bed and dashed over to Wendy's cot. It was empty. You gazed at the empty cot in confusion. Where was she?

"She left."

You jumped a little and stared at the figure in the shadows. "Peter! You scared me. Wendy's gone."

Peter grit his teeth. "Why do you care so much about her anyway?"

You tilted your head in confusion. "Because she's from my realm, has my same interests, and - you'll never believe this - but she's the only girl I've seen in all of Neverland!" You gasped sarcastically, then laughed right afterward. "Come on, Peter, lighten up!"

"I'm not in the mood. In fact, you should be the one not in the mood," he mumbled.

"What're you talkin' about, Peter?" You walked up to him, trying to catch his gaze. "Peter?"

He sneered. Peter's green eyes gazed right into yours. "Why weren't you bothered by me and Wendy?"

You stiffened. Then, you smiled. "Peter, were you trying to make me jealous?"

"I was not," Peter sneered sternly.

You shrugged. "That's too bad. I kinda liked you, but I guess those feeling will just go to waste." You turned away from him and stepped away from Peter. "Oh well," you sighed. "I guess, I'll just have to rush to Felix or Ru-"

Suddenly, you were pulled back. You spun around right into Peter's arms. The boy leaned down so your foreheads touched. Peter smirked down at you. "I like you in my arms way better."

You smiled. "Good." You stretched and crashed your lips onto his. Let's just say there was no more talking about Wendy anymore.