Peter Pan & Robbie Kay Imagines

06

Peter Pan
Requested by: @ThatOneGlader

London, a girl that stood very tall with brown hair that slid down to the bottom of her back and piercing green eyes that could make her get what she wanted, was disappointed after spending about two weeks in Neverland. She expected adventure, fun, happiness. However, she got the absolute opposite. She has to spend her days at camp, doing nothing but work, making her bored and give her time to dwell on her past which only made her sad. She wanted to go out and hunt with the boys, but she wasn't allowed. Every time their excuse would be the same, 'because you're a girl' this would make her extremely mad and storm off, only to be stopped by Pan who sent her back.

Don't even talk to her about Peter Pan, that boy infuriates her. With his stupid brown swished hair, his annoying smirk, how strong he is and how safe she'd feel if she was to be in his arms, his glistening perfect green eyes that she gets lost in, his plump pink lips that she wants on hers, his British slur that makes her melt and the way that, even if she is really tall, he still stands over her and has to look down at her making her feel less conscious about her height.

No.

She hates this boy.

She doesn't like him. At all...

The lost boys are all prancing around the camp fire while London sits out of the way, preparing the food for when they get hungry, 'because she's a girl and girls make the food'.

"What? So they all starved before I got here" she mutters to herself, stabbing furiously at the poor plants that the boys had collected. After she thinks they are cut up enough, she throws them into the pot with the meat and sits back against the tree with her knees to her chest. A sigh leaves her lips and she closes her eyes, daydreaming about a place where she can do anything she wants. A place like what she thought Neverland was.

"London! Come dance!" She hears someone shout energetically, their voice growing louder. She opens her eyes and with a glare, she looks to the boy who had made his way over to her. Quickly, her eyes soften when she finds Calum stood there. His tanned skin glowing in the fire light that's crawling up his figure, his cute brown eyes looking wild and alive and his dark hair messed up, slightly sticking to head with sweat. He's definitely one of those cute guys that would let you torture him with chick flicks and girly things but once you got in the bedroom, he was in control.

When London first got here, he was kind and caring towards her. He befriended her and tried to make her feel better about being here. For some reason, he said he was sorry that she was brought here. At first, she didn't understand why, but now she does. They're basically each other's best friends here, and try to have fun with each other as much as they can without Pan sending one of them off. That's another thing about Pan that annoyed London, it's like he hates seeing Calum and London having fun. He tries to separate them with any stupid old excuse.

"No Cal, I don't want to" she replies quietly shaking her head.

"But you always say no!" He protests sadly and starts pouting. He sits down next to her and pulls her into his strong arms, "pleease!" He begs thrashing her side to side.

She giggles and pulls away, "no, another time, yeah?" He nods still pouting and moves closer placing his head on her shoulder, snuggling into the crook of her neck.

"I'm lost, tiny" he mumbles, she rolls her eyes at the nickname but decides to ignore it.

"You are a Lost Boy" She chuckles trying to lighten his mood that has now somehow flew down. She knows what he means, he means his head feels lost, calling out for someone in emptiness, and he doesn't understand what he's doing here anymore. And by 'here' it means being alive.

"Yes. You are" the British slur cracks through the air and London's body tenses. Calum stands up instantly and shuffles away from her. "And the Lost Boys are around the fire. So I suggest you go" Pan demands, emerging from the darkness within the trees and then straight up to Calum's face. Calum looks down at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with him. He slips past Pan and runs back into the group of prancing bodies. He glares at London, with eyes full of... jealousy? He blinks and rests on one of legs bending the other one, one side of his lips curls into a smirk and he lifts his head up slightly so his eyes are staring down at her.

"Why aren't you dancing?" He asks, she stands up and shrugs.

"You told me to do the food, and it's not like you gave me any other choice" she mutters looking anywhere but his stare. He grins and nods in approval, he loves it when people obey him.

"Well now I'm telling you to dance" he commands stepping closer to her.

"What? No" she replies quickly, stepping away to him but her body meets with the large tree she was sitting next to. His eyes turn into anger and he walks forward so he's in front of her.

"It wasn't a question" he spits moving his face up to hers.

"That doesn't mean I'm going to listen" she retorts moving closer to his face, trying to act like her heart isn't pounding against her chest. He steps back slightly arching his eyebrow, surprised that someone would talk back to him like this. London leans back, kind of worried at what he'll make her do, no body talks back to Pan like that and gets away with it. He stares at her, while she feels uncomfortable under his look.

"I-I'm sor-" she starts but is interrupted by lips gently placed on top of hers. At first, shes surprised and not quite sure on how to react. However, she relaxes into it and kisses back. He deepens the kiss, pushing her up against the tree and pulling one of her thighs up squeezing it gently. She curls his hair in her fingers and tugs slightly earning a moan from him, making her smile into the kiss. He places his other hand on her waist and pulls her closer, making them grind into each other. Their lips dance together in a heated but delicate kiss. He pulls back, gasping for air and his once evil green eyes wide with passion.

"I- um you, we... woah" he breathes. London grins at the effect she has on Peter and pulls him in for another kiss.

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Omalord I'm sorry this took so long but I hope you like it

Okay bai c:

Have a nice day

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