Various X Reader IMAGINES | flaevours

PETER PAN ¦ 3

Peter flew here and there over the treetops, searching for the girl "Y/N?!" He called. Another scream was heard. "PETER!" He quickly flew to the direction of the voice. He lamded on the ground and looked around for her. Then, on a little clearing she lay on the ground, lurching in pain while gripping her stomach. The thorn had impaled her side and thick red blood came out of it. "HELP!" Tears streamed from her eyes as Peter swooped down to carry her and kicked up, flying upwards fastly then flew to the direction of the healing waters. He held Y/N in his arms as she gripped his sleeve as she cried.
"P-Please help me."
"I won't let anything happen to you." he assured.

"Drink this, and it'll stop." Peter said.
He hesitated to help her drink the water. "You'll never be able to leave Neverland." It seemed that Y/N wanted the pain to stop so badly that she couldn't have thought this through. She nodded. Peter helped her drink it, and gulp by gulp the pain lessened. She seemed to relax because she opened her teary E/C eyes and looked at Peter. "Thanks." She said. Peter nodded, still looking down at her but he found himself glancing at her lips. But Y/N did not see it. Something clicked in Peter's mind that made him forget the reasons to be cold, and evil to her. Something made him worry about her, and that worry changed them both.

They walked to camp, passing through the forest passed through thick trees until Y/N said, "Thank you again— for saving me back there." "Y-You're welcome." Peter awkwardly said, rubbing his neck.
Y/N rubbed her forearm, avoiding his gaze. When suddenly they found a commotion in the camp, the lost boys surrounding a what seemed like a fallen tree. When they arrived  the Lost boys gave way and Y/N saw her tent crushed under the tree.
"Just great." she sighed.

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"Don't worry, i'll sleep on the floor." Peter assured. "Like i would worry." She rolled her eyes, facing the wall absentmindedly. Peter set up the pillows and blanket on the floor while Y/N rambled. "It's just, this is your treehouse, and you should be sleeping on your own bed—" She was cute off by Peter rudely saying "Goodnight." She sighed and tucked herself into the duvet. The small action Peter did, even if it was rude, Y/N found her face heating up but not paying much attention to it. "Goodnight." She replied.

Y/N woke up from a surprisingly comfortable bed for she had not been on one since she was captured. The sun was shining as it rose, and she sat up, staring at the sunrise through the window beside her. She stared at it while trying to remember all of what had happened yesterday, separating dreams from reality.
Peter squinted his eyes when the sun began streaming light into the tree house, he found Y/N already sitting up, her hair messy. "Morning." She said, not looking at him. He got up from the uncomfortable hardness of the floor, and stretched. "How's—your... sleep?" Peter asked with uncertainty, for he did NOT know how to socialize. "Good." She turned to him and her eyes immediately widened. "FUCK." She whisper-yelled, trying to find somewhere else to look at. Peter laughed smugly and stepped closer, until her chest and his bare one was an inch apart. Peter was a taller so Y/N could feel his hot breath. He was shirtless, and so close.  She looked up at him and locked eyes. They soon found themselves leaning in slowly, looking at one another's lips. Then their lips touched, and Y/N felt her chest fill with bursting fireworks. But before they could really kiss, Felix yelled from under the treehouse. "PAN!" Peter closed his eyes to calm himself. Y/N was so red that she turned to the window to answer Felix so that Peter won't see her face. "Y/N!" Felix exclaimed. There was a look of urgency in his face when he called. "What?" Peter was already climbing down the ladder, his face furious. "Pan!" Felix ran to him.Y/N didn't think of eavesdropping, but she threw herself on the bed, thinking that she almost kissed someone, an ear-to-ear smile on her face.

"Hook. He's here." Felix panted.