Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Peter Pan Imagine

It was hot. As in, god awful gates of Hell hot on Neverland. All the lost boys had stripped down to just their boxers, leaving them walking around the camp almost naked. Always an awesome sight to see.

You had done almost the same with your own wardrobe. You had taken a pair of your brown pants and ripped them so they became shorts like you had owned before you became a lost girl. You had also ripped the sleeves off one of your shirts, making it a tank top that you tied above your belly button.

As of now, you had a huge leaf in your hand fanning yourself while you sat under a palm tree, trying to keep from melting under the hot sun. You were pretty sure you were burnt to a crisp, because it sure felt like it.

"What are you doing princess?" A voice says from behind you. You startle, almost dropping your water to the sand.

"Peter, don't do that!" You laugh, resuming to fan yourself as he took a seat beside you on a rock.

"Sorry love." He chuckles. "So, what are you doing?"

"Trying to keep from spontaneously bursting into flame." You say, sweat dripping down your temples.

"Well, I could probably fix that." He says with a grin. You give him a questioning look, and he grabs your hand, pulling you up from your spot on the ground.

"Cmon, I'll show you." He grins, and promptly pulls you into the forest.

After walking about half a mile through the foliage, you came to a clearing with a beautiful waterfall and crystal clear waters. Sun was streaming through the canopy above and dancing on the water, making it sparkle and turn even more ethereal. It was paradise.

"I like to swim in here when it gets hot. The water is pretty cool, so it feels great." He explains.

"But, I don't have a bathing suit...?" You mumble.

"Not a problem." He winks, then strips down to his underwear and leaps into the spring. After he surfaces, you can't help but gaze at his toned torso. He has a fucking six-pack...

"You're crazy if you think I'm getting in there with my underwear on." You say

"Well why not? It isn't any different than a bathing suit (Y/N)." He smiles. You sit for a second, contemplating the idea.

"Fine." You say, taking off your shirt first. You can easily see how Peter looks at you, his eyes roaming your body as you take off your shorts.

"Like what you see?" You ask sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, um..." He stutters. You laugh at his nervousness, then jump into the water beside him.

The cool water washes over you, instantly cooling down your hot skin. You come up for air, pushing your hair back out of your face.

"This feels amazing!" You exclaim, moving your hands through the water. You stand up and realize that the floor of the spring is solid stone, the water just coming up to your ribs.

The two of you play around for a while, splashing water at each other and taking turns jumping off the waterfall into the deeper part of the spring. Honestly, it was like the pool you never had at home.

"Marco!" You say, turning around with your eyes closed, trying to find Peter.

"Polo!" He replies, and you turn in the direction his voice came from.

"Marco!" No reply. "Marco!" You say again, and still no reply. You sigh in exasperation, "Peter, you have to say polo-"

"BOO!!!" Peter screams, exploding out of the water in front of you. You let out an ear piercing shriek, jumping away and falling under the surface of the water in blind panic. Peter is standing a few feet away, double over with laughter.

"That wasn't funny!" You yell at him, splashing him with water angrily.

"I think it was!" He chuckles, wiping the water from his eyes. Your face is completely red from embarrassment, your arms crossed over your chest.

"Oh come on, lighten up." He jokes, bringing you close to him for a hug. You don't hug him back, just sit there stewing in anger. He lets out a big sigh and steps back to look at you fully. "Fine, I'm sorry (Y/N). Better?" He asks, holding you at arms length while looking into your eyes with his deep green ones. You nod with a mischievous grin, and he smiles before pulling you close to him once more.

"Peter?" You ask, your head on his shoulder.

"Hmm?" He hums in response.

"Why are we hugging exactly?"

"Well, I guess its because I really like you..." He says, pulling back from your embrace.

"Hey I never said to stop." You reply, pulling him back to you.

"Wait, so you...?" He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Yeah, I do like you Peter. A lot, actually." You sigh, placing a gentle kiss on his collar bone. He shivers slightly, and you smirk to yourself over having that much of an effect on him.

"So... I guess you wouldn't mind if I did this." He says, then pulls your lips to his. You move your lips in unison as if you'd done it a thousand times before, finally happy that you were experiencing what you had wanted for so long. His lips were soft and warm, and he kissed you in the most tender of ways like he was afraid to break you. It was magical to say the least.

You smile into the kiss, so happy that you had met this strange boy that lived on a strange island. And even though the situation was very strange and pretty unbelievable, the two of you were like puzzle pieces: meant for each other.

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Long time no update am I right? So sorry I haven't been very active lately, I've just been soooook busy with school and swim and FUCKIN BOYS UGH. Anyway, I hope you guys liked this imagine