OUAT Peter Pan x Reader/ Robbie Kay x Reader Imagines

Thanksgiving!Peter Pan x Reader

Hey guys! I'm kinda back for now. I'm being homeschooled again, so I now have more time to write. I know I was fighting to be public schooled, but when I got back, the bullying began again, and everything just got worse. But now I'm back so yay. I've been so excited to share a new imagine with you guys. I haven't written in a while and I've missed it so much.
I hope you enjoy it!!

P.S. Christmas is a month away, and I'm so excited!!

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You ran through the thick jungle of Neverland, trying to get away from the supposed 'king', Peter Pan. To you, he was just another good looking jerk who thought they could get their way with you, and was thankful for nothing. Well, he wasn't gonna get you even if his smile made you melt, and his green eyes stared into your soul...no, you wouldn't let him.

You swerved through brush and low branches, pushing them out of the way. His laugh rang throughout the forest, but you kept running. You knew you were caught, but there was no way you were stopping without a fight. You knew he could kill you, but why would he? He kept you alive this long.

You fell to the ground, your hands hitting the dirt. Your head snapped to look behind you, a large rock that wasn't there before, seeming to laugh at you. You were finished. He had won.

"Why are you running away again, (y/n)?" Peter asked, walking casually up to you. He smirked, his teeth sparkling like those people in the Crest commercials. You glared at him, finally working up the courage to speak.

"I'm getting home before Thanksgiving and you can't make me stay." You tried backing away, but the moment you put pressure on your wrist you squeaked. You laid back on the dirt, too tired to actually sit up, and inspected your injury. Pan squatted next to you, laughing lightly. "Why are you laughing?" You spat, shuffling away from him.

"One, you thought you could escape. Two, let me see your wrist." You shook your head, pulling your injury closer to your body. He sighed, holding out his hand. "I want to help you." You stared into his eyes. Maybe for once he wasn't being a selfish twit. You looked down at the ground, putting your hand in his as he gently helped you to your feet. You continued to look at the ground, while Peter carefully studied your wrist. "You're so lucky you didn't break it." You nodded silently. "You know you can't escape. I'll always catch you. I'm so much better at this than you think."

And his old self was back.

You glared at him, spinning on your heel and walking away. Pan looked curiously at you, quickly catching up to you. "Wait, what did I say?" You stopped suddenly, walking the other way. He groaned, grabbing your arm and pulling you backwards. You squeaked, falling into his arms. "(y/n), as King of Neverland-"

"You selfish twit!" You yelled, cutting him off and walking away. "You're not thankful for anything you have! You'd never make it through Thanksgiving dinner at my house." You walked to a nearby stream, sitting down on a large rock. Your head lowered, your eyes watching the water move. Peter sighed, sitting next to you.

"I'm sorry (y/n)." He said gently, reaching over to your wounded wrist. He waved his hand over it, and it was healed. You turned your head to look at him. Your mouth formed into a gentle smile, and you nodded.

"It's okay, Pan. Sorry for yelling at you." Peter's eyes lit up.

"Peter." He corrected, earning a confused look from you. He chuckled a little. "You can call me Peter." You nodded slightly, getting up. Pan followed you, matching your slow stride back to camp. "So, what is Thanksgiving?" You looked up at the rising moon, trying to think of a good explanation.

"Well, it's when you have a huge feast with your family, complete with turkey and mashed potatoes, stuffing and rolls and everything, and you talk about how thankful you are. My family used to take turns saying what they were thankful for. It usually ended up with me thinking of what to say cause everyone else already took my words." You laughed lightly. Peter thought for a moment, nodding.

"When is this 'Thanksgiving'?" He asked, opening the gate into camp for you.

"Tomorrow, actually. But it's okay, I know I won't be able to see my family." You gently smiled and walked into your tent, while Peter planned carefully.

The next morning came like a flash and you woke up to Slightly yelling at Felix....again. You took your clothes and got changed, slowly walking out to resolve the matter. It seemed that was the only thing you did on this bloody island, resolve other people's messes. You opened the flap of your tent to see a long table, set for everyone of the Lost Boys, including you. It was lined with a turkey and every Thanksgiving food you could imagine.

"Surprise." Said a voice behind you. You jumped, turning around to see a prideful Peter Pan, looking accomplished. You smirked, turning back to look at the feast.

"It looks so good." You whispered, running your fingers across the wood of the table. Peter walked to the head of the table, pulling out the chair next to his, which was obviously at the end.

"Here, love. This is because of you." You blushed like crazy, smiling wide and looking down, sitting in the chair. The other Lost Boys gathered around, mouths watering. Peter cleared his throat. "Now, we'll go around and say what we're thankful for." You covered your face. This was really happening.

It had come for Peter's turn to say what he was thankful for, and you looked down. He was thankful for his power, nothing else. You turned to him, and he stood, looking into your eyes.

"I'm thankful for (y/n). She has done so much for us and I wish I had seen this sooner. She's the one who keeps us together. Thank you, (y/n)." You looked at him, shocked out of your mind. You blushed harder than you did before, and looked down at your hands. Peter laughed lightly, nudging your shoulder. "Your turn." You shakily got up, looking around at the Lost Boys and the Evil One that finally stole your heart.

"Well, I'm thankful to be apart of this island, for all of the Lost boys, and," You turned to Peter, grabbing his hand. "And for the one who showed me that I didn't need to be anywhere else."

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Okieeee, it's finally done! I don't know why this took so long, but y'all know I've been having problems. I love you all guys, and thank you for sticking with me! I'll have a Christmas one up soon, and maybe start a new story about Robbie. Maybe....we will see....Would you guys even be interested in that? Maybe? I don't know. Comment down below. Anyways, happy reading! I love you guys!