Robbie Kay Imagines

imagine #2

Neverland's weather absolutely sucked.  It was hot and humid during the day but freezing at night. I laid in the middle of my tent huddled in a little ball. I was freezing to death and I didn't feel like going by the fire outside. I didn't want to come face to face with Peter. He was a monster. A monster with toussled brown hair that swept to the side perfectly. Eyes the glittery color of emeralds and lips that remind you of cotton candy. Light pink, soft, and sweet. I had to admire his handsome exterior but the brutally evil boy that was his personality prevented me from ever loving him. There was a sound of the fabric of my tent opening and I turned to see the silhouette of Pan standing in the doorway. "What do you want?" I spat but deep down I felt a nervous-excitement. "Should it matter?" He scoffed stepping into the room. He raised his hand slightly and the palm of his hand lit a bright orange. He twisted it slowly before pushing his hand out towards the ground and casting a small fire beside me. It was small but large enough to light up the entire tent and it was warm. "You're welcome." Pan said before starting to exit. "W-Wait!" I stuttered out. He paused before turning in my direction. "Thanks Peter." No one ever called him Peter so I wanted to know what his reaction would be. A slight smile played across his face and he nodded. The two of us just stood there silently for a while not saying anything. I stared into the bright orange fire. It's flames were mesmerizing.  "Uhm. Would you like to stay here tonight?" I asked quietly. It was an odd invitation and Pan's face looked puzzled.  "I really shouldn't..." He begged to differ but I looked into his eyes lovingly and mouthed please.  Hawt pondered my offer a bit before walking back onto the tent and closing the folds. He came and sat down beside me. We both awkwardly sat there looking at eachother. "I wonder what the boys think were doing?" Peter joked chuckling. I rolled my eyes. "They're boys. Who knows what they're thinking." I laughed. Peter began taking off his shirt and I couldn't help but stare. I did my best to look away but I couldn't. He raised a brow at me and I shook my head at myself. I laid down and blew out the fire. "Goodnight Peter." I whispered. I heard him shifting around behind me and I felt his strong arm being draped around my waist and he pulled me close so that my back was against his bare chest. I could feel his muscles through the thin fabric of my shirt. "Goodnight (y/n)" He whispered kissing my forehead gently and he then rested his chin on my shoulder. I felt my cheeks blush red at his sweetness that rarely anyone saw. "Wait, won't you be cold without a shirt?" I asked quietly. "As long as your warm I'm fine." He replied. I grinned and thought about how lucky I was to see this side of Pan. He really wasn't as much of a monster as everyone says he is.. I think I might love him..