Wake Up || Disney! Peter Pan x Reader

Meeting

The night I first met Pan was a hot one. Humidity lay thick in the air and rain hadn't fallen in two weeks, leaving us in a mild drought.

My family and I were doing the usual: nothing. Qurantine life was boring to say the least, not being able to go out, to the sea, not even able to go to school was more torturous than expected. Just being stuck inside with my mum and twin brothers was exhausting.

And so, there I was lying in my bed wide awake, wondering what new method I could use to make my bed cooler. I sighed, letting out a large puff of breath that was cupped inside my hollow cheeks.

A minuscule breeze gently made my thin curtains flutter a bit and I held my breath. What was it? A seagul? A fly? A pigeon?

I reached for my glass of water. No matter what it was I have to get rid of it. There was already a shadow I could see from the moonlight shining in. "Take this!" I whispered, chucking the water out on the animal outside.

"Agh!"

"Oh my god I am so sorry!"

Wait a minute.

"What the-."

The boy perched on my windowsill clamped his hand over my mouth and pushed his way into my room, or well more floated. What is happening?

He landed on my floor, hands still covering my mouth. "Are you going to still scream?"

I made a couple of muffled sounds, which could be translated into saying maybe but he couldn't really hear that if his hands were covering my mouth could he?

He stared at me for a couple of seconds before gently lifting his hands. "Are you chill now?"

"What the-."

He clamped his hands on my mouth yet again and sighed. "Guess not."

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This had to of been the weirdest thing that had ever happened to me in the history of weird things. Make that make sense.

Peter Pan was sitting on my bed rn with one of his hands over my mouth, while I sat opposite him trying to convince him with my eyes that I wasn't going to scream. Again.

"Are you completely certain that you aren't gonna start shouting again?" He asked me, sternly.

I nodded. Of course I wasn't, it was not the middle of the night and my mum and siblings wouldn't brush off my antics as just reaction to some stupid show that I'm watching.

"Ok, I'm lifting it off in 3, 2, 1." He lifted off his hand and rested it in his lap. My jaw immediately fell wide open, as if weighed down with a dumbell.

"I don't understand why you're so shocked for." He told me, jumping up and starting to nose about my room. Pulling open draws, flicking through my textbooks and such. As he did, I was still trying to process that a fairy tail character was in my room. During 2020.

"I'm sorry, Peter Pan, but you aren't supposedly real." He picked up my diary and I lurched forward, slamming it back down onto the desk. "Don't touch that."

He chuckled, lifting up his cap and studying me. "You sure are different."

"Surely am different from what?"

He shrugged, starting to float in the air. He acted as if he was lying on his side, resting his chin on his palm. "You're different than most girls."

I raised an eyebrow before snorting a bit, which lead him to be confused. "What? What did I say?"

I shrugged, trying to compress my grin. "Idk, guess I'm not like other girls." A giggle escaped my lips.

"Ah, that must be some kind of joke in the world nowadays." I nodded slightly, smiling. But then snapped back to my senses.

"Wait." I said. "You're Peter Pan." I shoved my hands through my hair, pulling at the strands and such, feeling like I was out of my mind. "You're Peter Pan."

The boy landed in front of me again, pulling off his cap and bowing slightly. "Pleasure to meet you...?" He waited for my response.

"(Y-Y/N)..." I stuttered, pushing out my answer.

"Please to meet you (Y/N)."