In which the reader is the only girl on Neverland and Peter is sending mixed signals but one day it all gets sorted out while looking for Oysters.
(This is my first imagine so I’m sorry if it’s confusing or written poorly)
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader (Y/N)
You can probably imagine the look of shock on the boy’s faces when the shadow brought a girl back. If you had been an onlooker and you weren’t the one being brought to a strange new place then maybe it would’ve been funny but at the moment you were in a state of shock. In front of the group of boys there stood a lone boy, obviously the leader from the confidence he was exuding. He was an attractive boy with sparkling green eyes and light brown hair, if you had to guess you would probably say he was 17 but you were never really good at guessing ages. Unlike the rest of the boys, he didn’t seem fazed at all that there was a girl in front of him. He looked at you for a couple of seconds before turning to the boys with his arms thrown out to the sides “Well boys,” he said “Meet the first Lost Girl.”
At his statement the boys began to cheer. He turned back to you with what you figured was probably his signature smirk “I’m Peter. Peter Pan. And these are the Lost Boys,” he said with a wide sweeping gesture of his arms to indicate the boys.
You smiled and let out a small laugh. Peter Pan, ever since you had heard about him as a child you had been dreaming about what it would be like if he were real and now that he was, it was like a dream come true. “Wait, like Peter Pan from the Disney stories Peter Pan?” You asked, probably with a little too much excitement.
He shook his head and laughed, “Not exactly, love,” he chuckled “Those stories do not do me justice on so many levels, but you’ll soon come to realize that this Neverland is not the land of hopes and dreams that you seem to think it is.”
You frowned at that, you thought Neverland was supposed to be a good place, a place where you could go to belong and find a family. “What do you mean?” You asked, starting to get nervous.“
Peter smirked at you "You’ll see soon enough but for now it’s time to play a game,” he said before turning back to the boys “C'mon boys, let’s play!” He yelled as the Lost Boys broke out into a loud cheer.
*Three Months Later*
He was right. Neverland was nothing like the books and Peter was nothing like the Disney character. But that didn’t mean everything was bad, sure the island was bright and sunny all the time and Peter could be harsh and cruel but you felt like you belonged and you felt like you had a new family.
At first, you were terrified of what the future had in store, the boys seemed barbaric and after your welcoming Peter showed his true nature as a harsh and cruel leader, he was not kind and he did not appreciate freeloaders. That’s why you had learned to hunt and fight and cook and build. You had to prove yourself to Peter and prove yourself you did. You became the best fighter out of all the Lost Boys, a lot of that was attributed to your natural balance and skill with a sword but you had taken a few beatings in the beginning but you improved exponentially each time.
Once you had learned how to fight you had been determined to not be the boys’ mother but one day when the shadow brought a particularly young boy to the island you couldn’t help it, he reminded you so much of your brother back home. And while you were one of the best fighters and you were always at the front lines when attacking an enemy, you did spend a lot of time at camp taking care of the boys. You spent the mornings harvesting and the afternoons preparing dinner and then in the evenings you would soar with the boys, it was always good practice for them and Peter always loved to watch.
That was another thing. As time went on you found yourself spending more and more time with him. He would normally walk with you in the mornings while you were looking for berries and he would always sit by the fire and wait until the sparring was over and the boys had gone to bed so he could walk with you to your tent. Normally you would think that a guy liked you if he was going out of his way to be around you but with Peter you just had no idea. He would be friendly and kind to you when the two of you were alone but he all but ignored you if the boys were around. You really liked him but you kept your feelings to yourself, not wanting to get hurt or put Peter in an awkward position. It was so frustrating.
Today you were going to the shore to try and find some clams or oysters. As you were walking you heard something land on the ground behind you “Hey Peter,” you said without a glance back. You knew it was him, none of the animals would get that close to you and if it had been a Lost Boy you would’ve known about him for awhile now.
“Hey Y/N,” Peter said, jogging a few steps to catch up to you, “What’re we doing today, love?”
“Well, I’ve really been wanting to eat something other than berries or deer or rabbit or bird so I’m going to look for oysters,” you responded with a small shrug.
Peter smirked and raised an eyebrow “You know what they say about oysters don’t you?” He paused “They’re an aphrodisiac,” he teased as a reached over and twirled a strand of your hair around his finger.
You blushed and swatted his hand away playfully, “Oh shut up,” you laughed “That’s not why I want them.”
“You’re right I don’t need an aphrodisiac, I can charm you all on my own,” Peter said seductively, flashing you his signature mischievous grin.
You rolled your eyes “Yeah, right,” you said sarcastically. It was taking everything inside you not to let him know that in all reality you thought he was really attractive and that he was right, he didn’t need an aphrodisiac.
He frowned slightly “What do you mean?” He asked “You don’t think I’m attractive?”
You sighed, you knew where this was going but you didn’t want to ignore him “I didn’t say that,” you said.
He smirked “So you do think I’m attractive then!” He exclaimed.
You shook your head “I didn’t say that either.”
He grabbed your hand and stopped walking. You turned back and faced him, your hand still in his. “Well which one is it?” He asked “You either do or you don’t.”
“It’s not that simple,” you said softly “Even though I’m attracted to you, I don’t like how you treat me. You all but ignore me when we’re at camp but then you’re nice to me out here on our own and I don’t know why.”
Peter sighed and looked down at his feet “It’s because I don’t want them to know I like you, I don’t want them to think I’m weak,” he admitted quietly.
Peter just said he liked you. That’s all that was going through your head. Peter Pan liked you, you couldn’t believe it. You took a small step closer to him and brought your free hand up to the side of his face “Hey,” you said gently “You aren’t weak, you’re the strongest person I know and I’m sure the boys would say the same.”
Peter looked up at you and time seemed to freeze. He suddenly leaned in and gently placed his lips against yours. It took you less than a second to lean into him an kiss back. After a few moments, Peter pulled away “You never answered my question love,” he said teasingly.
“I think this answers it,” you whispered as you pulled him into another kiss.
You never did get your oysters that day but it was completely worth it.