Robbie Kay Imagines

imagine #11

Peter had a longing for the loving of this girl who'd showed up on Neverland only months ago. (Or atleast he thought it'd been months. There was no track of time in Neverland.) She was absolutely gorgeous to him. He wanted her to be his but she didn't show any interest in him at all. This only infuriated him further. Pan loathed not getting everything he wanted and he always strived to get whatever he felt he deserved. (Y/N) knew that inside her heart and mind there was no doubt she was attracted to him. One might wonder why every women was drawn to Peter and that's an answer even J.M. Barrie himself couldn't answer. There was just something about his physique and mind tricks that made him so lovable.  His dark toxic green eyes lulled you to your doom. Every girl had fallen for him and every girl was after treated harshly. Pan had never loved any of them before. That's why he was so perplexed when it came to (Y/N). He didn't understand what was drawing her to him. Maybe it was her loving eyes or sweet words. This was something that will probably be unanswerable forever but nonetheless Pan was in love with her. One night, when the lost boys were long asleep dreaming about the adventures that tommorow would bring, (Y/N) had been sitting alone at the fire. She loved to stare into the viscious flames and watch as they engulfed everything around them. The gorgeous mixture of colors gave her a joyous feeling she couldn't understand herself. She constantly got lost in watching the flames dance as she did once again this night. Peter took this as a perfect oppurtunity to get to be with (Y/N) alone. He came up behind her silently and he studied her emotionless features. Her wide eyes and orange-tinted face he found quite attractive and only then would he admit he loved her. He didn't want to speak to her in fear he'd stutter, for he was still in awe over her beauty.  He bit his lip mulling over his thoughts before deciding to do the only other thing he could think of. A girl long ago had told him of such a thing as a kiss. Now he'd only shared two of these. One with Mrs. Darling and another with Wendy. Since Peter had no mother no one else had every kissed him. Perhaps Tiger Lily but no one is positive of that. He leaned down close to (Y/N)'s neck and showed her the only way to show compassion without words. He began kissing her neck gently. (Y/N) tensed up automatically in fear.